He unlocked the door to his apartment, as he opened the door, a wave of cool air flowed over him, giving relief to the warm, sticky air of the early evening. It had been a long day, productive but long, he walked through the door and tossed his keys on the counter with a thud, stripping off his work shirt, he walks over to the refrigerator opening it and grabs himself a beer. Walking into the living room he notices the light on the answering machine flashing rapidly, he hit the play button and sat down on his couch. Normal messages, bid quotes, updates on job sites, and his secretary reminding him of a meeting he has next week, before she hung up she reminded him that he needs to take some time for himself, and she tells him to have a nice weekend. He smiled, her heart was in the right place, and she was sweet, always worrying about him, trying to set him up on dates with her friends when she could get him to commit to going out for a night. He sighed and sipped on his beer and closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet of and coolness of his apartment. After another sip or two, he decided to get up and take a shower, taking his beer with him he walked to the bathroom.
Removing the rest of his work clothes, he turned the shower on, stopping for a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror, not bad he thinks to himself for being 30 year old; he was tall, tan and well-toned. Life had aged him but it seemed to make him look better than worse. He had dark hair and blue eyes to go with his tanned body; he had an easiness about him that drew women to him. It wasn't that he didn't want a woman in his life, he just hadn't found the right one... At least not since... He shook his head, "Don't go there" he says out loud, "you'll just make yourself miserable". He grabs the beer off the bathroom counter, looks again in the mirror with was now fogging up and steps into the shower.
The warm water washed over his body, he takes another sip of his beer, without meaning to his thoughts drift to her, how she smelled like earthy vanilla, her legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers running through her dark, long tresses. He felt his cock respond to these thoughts, getting harder by the second. He groaned and leaned against the shower wall, taking the last swallow of his beer he turned off the hot water, blasting his body back under control with the icy cold water. Cussing at himself, he got out of the shower, throwing the beer bottle into the trash, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He stopped for a moment, "Damn" he says to himself and decides to go see if that girl he had been talking to online wants to go get dinner tonight, anything to distract him from his thoughts of years ago.
He walks down the dark hallway to the bedroom that he turned into his office, stopping only for a moment to decide if he wanted another beer or not, maybe later he thinks to himself. Walking into the office he pulls out his leather desk chair and sits down. The coolness of the leather and the air cause his skin to chill, and a shiver goes down his back. He turns on his computer and leans back into the chair, waiting for the computer to come on. Sad.. he thinks to himself, your thirty years old sitting in your office, in the dark with only a towel on, he shakes his head "Jesus! You need a life" he says out loud to himself. The home screen on the computer comes up lighting up the room a little, he opens up his IM to see if she is there, and then opens the browser to check his e-mails. Running through his entire messages most of them are for his company, flagging a couple that he needs to respond to, but he will do it later. He notices a message from Facebook, he frowns for a moment. It is probably another high school friend that wants to friend him. He deletes the message, thinking how much he hates Facebook, but it could also be a message from his mother, seeing that she only uses Facebook these days, he lets out an exasperated sigh and goes to Facebook home page. Signing in he figures it is his mother sending him a message about the family reunion, which he has no desire to go to. He has not been home in years, not since the day he left Ruidoso, and left her... Her face flashes in his mind, her smile.... Damn there he goes again, thoughts of her enter his mind, as hard as he tries to forget her, she is always there.
He clicks on the message tab, and a shiver goes up his spine, he feels the hair on his scalp tingle, that message is not from his mom, the picture is of a girl, hard to see but.... Not possible.... He opens the messages and his stomach flips as he reads "by a chance are you from Ruidoso?" A rush of breath escapes his mouth, not possible... he clicks on her picture to bring up her profile, as the profile comes up he looks at the picture and his head spins, he lean back in the chair for a moment to gather his thoughts. It is her.... A sweat breaks out in his forehead, and his throat suddenly is drier than the Sahara, he leans forward and looks at the picture again, then clicks on the pictures... there she is, that smile, that beautiful face... he clicks out of the pictures and to her profile page, where is she? Damn, he had to be her friend to see that. Without thinking he clicks out of the profile and goes back to the message, clicking reply all he writes "where are you?"
He waits... it seems like time has halted as he stares at the screen, feeling like his heart is about to come right out of his chest, the entire room feel hot and suffocating. He refreshes the screen, and the little red message indicator is there, he clicks on it, he starts to shake, she has responded. He opens the message and it reads "Do you know who this is?" He smiles, he can almost hear her voice as he reads the message, he thinks to himself, of course he knows who it is... it is the woman that has haunted him night and day since he left her standing outside of her high school, 11 years ago. He clicks reply "Where are you Angel?" he smile as he types it, he always called her Angel, it was his name for her... he clicks the send button, and decides that a beer is in need. He gets up and walks down the hallway to the kitchen, thoughts of her now running through his head. He walks into the kitchen and grabs a beer out of the refrigerator and opens it. He stands there for a moment and thinks about her hands running down his stomach, so soft, so light, shivers running down his back and he feels his cock growing hard again. He shakes his head, don't lose your head, and get to excited, she might be married, she might live in another country... She could be pissed as hell at you.
He walks back down the hallway to see if she had replied, nothing yet, hmmm he sits back down in his chair and leans back, he could almost smell her perfume, mind moved to his memories of their late night star watching, at black bird ridge, her hot breath on his neck as she run her tongue down to his shoulders, her hands unbuttoning his shirt and lightly dragging her nails across his chest over his nipples cock jolted into full hardness, even his balls were tight, he ran his hand down the shaft of his cock, thinking about his hands on her hips, guiding her down on to his shaft.. He felt like he was going to explode.
The computer screen dimmed which brought him out of his fantasy, he sat forward and clicked on the screen, there was a reply... He grabbed his beer to take a sip while he opened the message, he froze and almost dropped his beer, and she was living in this town, the very town he was at... "What the Fuck" he said out loud. That couldn't be more than 10 minutes away from where his apartment was, she was living just on the outskirts of the town. He had not more than 6 months ago done a remodeling job on a cabin out there. Without thinking he clicks reply and types "I will be there in 10 minutes" and jumps up from the chair, almost tripping on the towel that has now fallen off of him on to the floor, he races to his bedroom to get dressed, his mind a blur of thoughts and desire.
He pulls a pair of blue jeans on without even bothering with underwear, for a moment it felt like it was a bad choice his cock still hard and he not able to get it under control. He grabs a t-shirt from the drawer and pulls on, then run his fingers through his hair, glimpsing at himself in the dresser mirror for a moment. Good enough he thinks to himself, and grabs a pair of socks out of the drawer, he walks to the bathroom and picks up his boots off the floor. He starts to walk out of the bathroom then stops, he puts the boots and socks down and grabs his tooth brush to get rid of the beer breath, something he remembers well she does not like, splashes a little aftershave on and grabs the boots and socks and walks out to the living room... He sits down on the couch, long enough to get the socks and boots on, he gets up and grabs his keys off the counter, and goes to walk out the door. He stops for a moment, and considers the truck or the motorcycle... He decides on the motorcycle and grabs his jacket and moves quickly out the door.
He gets out side and hops on the motorcycle, and takes off in the direction of her house. Coming to stop light he slows down bring the motorcycle to a standstill, Christ he thinks to himself, the red light giving him a moment to think, he never gave her a chance to answer him... he just left. She could be married, or be living with someone. The light changes to green and he sits for a moment, what to do he thinks to himself, he decides to drive over there anyways. He turns left and heads out on the road leading to her house, he knows the area pretty well having done some remodeling jobs , he gets to her road within seconds it seem like, she lives on a dead end, he turns onto the gravel road, and slows down, practically creeping the motorcycle, nervous he turns off the headlight. He goes a little further past the house he had work on not more than 6 months ago, amazed on how funny life is, her just being right down the road and he not know. He silently glides the bike further down the road and realizes she lives at the end of it. He takes a deep breath, he can see the faint glow of the porch light, dancing through the trees, she is sitting on the porch.
He pulls his bike up the drive way just a little and decides to park it and walk the rest of the way up. He walks like a man about to go to the gallows, his body shaking, wondering what to say, what she will say, he stops by a tree next to the porch, concealing his presents, he watches her.
She looks beautiful, she had grown up, yet stayed the same, her dark hair was longer but she was exactly as he remembered her .He watched her take a drag off her cigarette and exhale, he smiles knowing she only smoked when she was nervous or angry. He watched her put out the cigarette and take a deep sigh, it is now or never he thinks to himself, "you look as beautiful as ever Angel" he says while stepping out from behind the tree in to the light of the porch. He could feel his heart pounding like it was going to fly out of his chest, he could hear it thudding in his ears, he felt a cold chill, focusing in on her, he could feel his body loosing control of itself, he had to touch her, hold her, breath in her scent like it was the oxygen he needed to survive. She jumps up out of her chair and stares at him, he walks up the steps towards her, it seem like he was moving in slow motion, yet there he was in front of her, he breaths her in deep, the intoxicating smell of earthy vanilla, he licked his lips and the salty taste spread through his mouth. She looks up at him, those beautiful dark eyes, he could see tears welling up in them, making her eyes shimmer and he could get lost for an eternity looking into them. Without thinking, he runs his hands down her back, tracing her spine, his head is spinning, a hot feeling courses through his veins, throughout his body, he has to taste her. He pulls her in close and kisses her gentle on the lips, brushing them ever so softly. She lets out a small sigh, he could feel the urgency surge through his cock, 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 it was rock hard with desire, how he wanted to put it in his mouth, tease it with his teeth. 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, he feels like he is about to lose his mind, she is a drug that there is no antidote for. Nibbling up to her lips, her mouth wet and warm, open waiting for him, he kisses her hard and deep while pulling her as close as he could, he could feel the heat from her body and he wanted to wrap himself in it.
They seem to be embrace forever, he tells himself to let her go, he loosen his hold on her, she stubbles back for a moment, he looks at her for a moment so much he wants to say he could see the tears streaming down her face, but before he could say a word, he feels her hand make contact with his face, she had moved with lightning speed and made contact with his face, the burning sensation welling up into actual pain. The cracking sound of her hand making contact with his face echoes in his head and in to the dark of the night. Shocked and stunned, he moves his hand up to the cheek that is now on fire, he sits down in a chair. She had hit him... He looked at her and he could feel the smile move across his face, "Okay I deserved that" he says to her, as he reaches out and pulls her down on to his lap, "Angel, just give me a chance to explain".
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