She had settled down on the hard cool wood floor of her living room with her laptop and glass of wine. She had gotten herself as comfortable as possible, wearing her favorite pair of boxer shorts and a tank top, the coolness of the floor felt good on her legs, it was a nice contrast to the warm evening air. With only the radio playing in the back ground she started to work on her research paper, taking another sip of her wine she sorted through her notes, and started to type, the music on the radio setting her pace.
Suddenly she stopped, she sat still, almost frozen for a moment, the song on the radio, quietly mouthing the words of the chorus to herself, "I've got to have all of you, Little Darlin' All of your lovin', all of your huggin', all of your kisses too. I've got to have all of you." As the song plays on, she takes another sip of her wine, her mind wanders to him, his hands, cool and rough like the desert night moving slowly down her bare back, pulling her in close to him, wrapping his arms around her, he smells like cedar, sliding his hand back up her spine, tracing it until he reaches the back of her neck, entangling fingers in her hair he... She realizes her skin is tingling, she is making herself wet with the thoughts of him. She wipes away a tear that has escaped from her eye. She takes another sip of wine as the songs ends, attempting to shake it off she attempts work on her paper, it was years ago and he was one the who walked away and disappeared, left her with the broken promise of coming back.
Another sip of wine, what the hell happened to him, she sat and wondered, she had randomly over the years looked for him, Google is a wonderful thing. However she had come to learn disappointment with her online searches never finding any sigh of him...
What if..
She takes another sip of wine and moves aside her notes and opens the internet browser. She types his name in to the search box, with shaky hands, expecting nothing, but satisfying that need in the back of her mind. Another sip of wine, results she looks at the page in disbelief there is a hit on his name, of all things Facebook. Ruining people's lives since 1999 she thinks to herself, she clicks on the link, then having to sign in to her account, everyone has Facebook these days, nobody e-mails anymore, they Facebook you. Completely expecting this to be no more than a 21 year old frat boy she goes to the profile, his picture, she stops breathing for a moment.... It is him, older by a couple of years but it is him, she starts to shake, she never thought about what she would do if she actually found him. Just seeing his face causes the blood rush to her breast and down into her groin... Oh those eyes, her breath quickens, her mind racing between the memories of their nights together and where the hell had he been? She clicked in the info tab, he is probably married, has kids, moved on without thinking of her...
She takes another sip of wine and chokes on it, not only is he not married but he lives in the same town as she does...
She gets up and paces, then walks to the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine, liquid courage at the moment. She walks over to where she had left her laptop on the floor, and picks it up. She sits at the table and stares at the screen is disbelief... does she send him a message? Her mind tells her to log out and pretend she never found him, but her heart is telling her different. She clicks on the send message button, and starts to type, stopping for a moment at a lost to what to say, she deletes it all and then types in "by a chance are you from Ruidoso?" She clicks send and holds her breath for a moment.
Realizing just how stupid this is, she takes another sip from her glass, and goes to log out, she catches her breath in her throat, a message, she clicks on it and see it is from him. Her stomach jumps, she opens the message and all it says is "where are you?" She stares at it for a moment, wondering what to say, this could be a joke, this could be anything, she looks around her living room, she is feeling slightly dizzy is it the wine or is it shock she wonders to herself. She hits reply, and types in "Do you know who this is?" and clicks send, she waits for a moment taking a sip of wine, he responds immediately.
She opens up the message and it says" Where are you Angel?" She jumps up and runs her hands through her long dark tresses,he was the only one who ever called her Angel. She hesitates for a moment, her nearest neighbor is a bit of ways away, and no one would actually her scream if something were to happen, not up in this area. She takes a deep breath; and clicks the reply button and types in her address, then with a shaky hand; she clicks the send button, and waits impatiently to see what was going to happen next.
She sips her wine and her thoughts are racing, so many question, yet she keeps thinking about his touch, and how it would make her body react, driving her senses wild, him holding her, kissing her throat, his finger tangled in her hair pulling her head back exposing her bare neck to him... without even realizing it she is touching herself, her clit quivers at the touch of her finger, and her hips rcok forward, her nipples are hard as rocks, completely lost in her thoughts of him..
The computer dings jolting her out of her thoughts, she thinks for a moment that it is crazy he can still do this to her after all this time, she looks at the screen and he has replied. Licking her lips nervously she opens the message "I will be there in 10 minutes Angel". She freezes and stops breathing for what seem like an eternity, she could not have read that right, she grabs for her wine and downs what is left in the glass and re reads the message. Oh this could be bad as she stands up for the chair. She thinks to herself, why in the hell did she give him the address, what if it isn't him, what if someone else shows up. She panics for a moment and a pace for a moment, the room feels hot and she is hot.
Air.... she thinks to herself, I need air, and she opens the French doors to the porch. She walks back to the kitchen and pours herself some water into her wine glass, she walks back over to the table and picks up the lap top and goes out to the porch, to sit and wait. She watches the time on the screen, 10 minutes he said, the cool evening air felt good she breath it in deep. She was shaking but was it out of fear or excitement, she knew her body was excited at the thought of him, she moved her hands across her breast, her nipples so hard touching them about makes her cum. She sips her water and looks at the clock again, it had been 12 minutes, maybe this was a joke, she searches the vase on the table her emergency pack of cigarettes, she takes one out and lights it, swearing at herself for smoking. She looks at the screen again it has been 16 minutes, maybe this was all just her imagination, she had been studying hard lately and keeping weird hours. She takes another drag of her cigarette and puts it out, 20 minutes had gone by, no head lights, no nothing... Why did she do this to herself again, she sighs... "You look more beautiful than ever Angel" a voice.. His voice, form the darkness, breaking the silence of the night. Startled,she jumps and stands, as he moves to the steps and into the dim light of the porch and living room. She stifles the urge to cry as he walks up the steps, smiling at her, those eyes, those lips, before she could say anything he was stand in front of her, she could smell the sweet of cedar and feel the heat from his breath on her lips. She looks up at him and before she knows it his hands are running down her back, tracing her spine, he pulls her in close and kisses her gentle on the lips, brushing them ever so softly. She lets out a small sigh, and then he pulls her in closer as one of his hand, now wandering down her ass, as the other one glides up her side, he brushing her nipple with his thumb, he slides his hand up to the base of her neck, entangles his fingers in her hair, gentle pulling her head back he kisses her exposed throat, as she lets out a moan, then nibbles up to her lips, her mouth waiting, and open, he kisses her hard and deep while pulling her as close as he could. They seem to be embrace forever and then he loosen his hold, she stubbles back for a moment, she can feel her juices dripping down her leg, and tears streaming down her checks.
She looks at him for a moment and before he could say anything she draws back and smacks him across his face, hard and loud, the cracking sound of her hand meeting his cheek echoed in to the dark. Shocked he sits down in a chair, and places his hand over the cheek she just nailed. He looked at her and smiled, "Okay I deserved that" he says, as he reaches out and pulls her down on to his lap, "Angel, just give me a chance to explain".
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