The last 3 entries were about our
encounters over our last weekend together.
This blog has mainly been about our sexual journey, but we have never
been just about that. We've had a much
stronger friendship than I could have asked for during a very difficult time in my
life. I'll always be grateful for that. This entry is a peak into our friendship.
We met the next day for lunch,
and a quick rain shower passed over on my drive to the restaurant and then sunshine
again. I felt it was pretty spot on with
how I was feeling in the moment. Sad
that this would be our last lunch together and still happy for the next steps
in your life. Not too mention that so many of our encounters happened on rainy days, so it brings back good memories and more. I sat at a table outside
and soaked up the sun until you arrived.
Within minutes of your arrival, it started to sprinkle and you shared
your own very similar thoughts during the quick rain shower on the way
over. The sprinkles turned in to a full
on downpour and we were eventually forced inside.
Our conversation came easy as
usual, but there was finality behind every word. We were playful and sincere, and I tried to
soak in every single word like it was your last. We talked about your goodbye party, our friends, what you are looking forward to in your new place, my marks from yesterday, and our friendship. I did my best to keep the sadness out of my
voice, but at some points, I just couldn't keep it all in. You always manage to pull me back around
though and we moved back into easy conversation. I won't give the details of those
conversations because just like our first kiss was never shared, these words
will never be either. They both continue
to invoke very strong reactions in me even now.
As you walked me to the car, you
reached out for my hand. A first and a
last public hand hold I suppose. It was
a very quiet walk to the car and I could feel the emotions building up again. I welcomed the silence though, as I'm sure I
couldn't speak even if I wanted to. I
wasn't ready to say goodbye.
When we approached my car, you
told me to get in and push the seat back.
As usual, I was taken by surprise but welcomed the distraction and did
as I was asked. You leaned down and
kissed me deeply and I could feel your hand making its way under my dress and
into my panties. Of course this is how
we were to go out. Our friendship has
always been laced with lust. You were
going to make me quirt in my car in a public parking lot in broad
daylight. My whole body prepared for the
assault as I took a quick look around to see who might be watching.
Your hand expertly fucked me as I
buried my head into your shoulder to hold on for dear life until the need to
cum was just too much. Just at the edge,
I dropped my head back on the arm rest, closed my eyes, and bore down on your
hand in the hopes to never let go. Just
then, you wrapped your free hand around my throat and squeezed tightly until the
job was done. So much perfection in that
last few strangled moments.
Once I was set free, I looked up
at you while I worked to adjust the mess you made. You told me that the people getting in their
car just caddy-corner from us got a good show.
I laughed hard, but all I could think is maybe we should get you out of
here before the cops show up. They for
sure had to think you were attacking me.
We said our simple byes, as if
there would be a tomorrow, and moved on with our day.
There was a tomorrow. There was another short amount of time right
before you left where we embraced and said our final farewells, again in the rain. You corrected me at one point during that
last embrace and said it was our last goodbye here. And in that moment, all my hopes were stuffed
in a bottle labeled - This Isn't Over.
I hope this isn't our last
goodbye. I know we'll still speak to
each other and text. Our friendship
still burns red, and I hope we always have that. But I've come to realize that I may never be
truly ready to say goodbye to our sexual connection.
So whether it is as friends or
lovers, I hope to see you again. xoxo
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