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From: "Aphrodite Goddess" <Aphrodite_Goddess1@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Everlasting Love" Part 2(No Sex)
Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 19:10:03 -0400
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Everlasting Love
c 2001 By Aphrodite

Any and all free use, swapping, trading, archiving, giving it to 
your honey to get you going, is cheerfully encouraged. Any 
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including banner farms and Adult-Check sites is prohibited. 

This document contains Adult Material. 
If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now!
If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now. 
If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal
And/or not offended. So, sit back and hopefully enjoy. 

Feedback is cheerfully encouraged. I promise to Reply to all 
whom take the time to drop me a note!
Everlasting Love
By Aphrodite
Aphrodite_Goddess1@Hotmail.com


Part 2 - ???



Jeff emerged from the shower and toweled off. The smell of 
bacon filled the air. "One of the neighbors must be cooking," he 
thought to himself as he closed the window, and headed 
downstairs for some coffee. Reaching the foot of the stairs, he 
could hear noises coming from the kitchen. Forgetting Liz had 
spent the night in the guestroom, he grabbed a poker from the 
fireplace and went to investigate.

Liz didn't hear Jeff enter and before she knew it there were eggs 
and bacon on the floor. She quickly grabbed for some paper 
towels to clean the mess.

"My God, Jeffery, you scared me half to death," she said looking 
up to see a stark naked Jeff standing before her. Quickly she 
lowered her face to the task of cleaning, trying to hide her now 
reddened face from Jeff's view. 

"Ah, Jeff, don't you think you should at least put on a robe or 
something?" 

He looked down to realize that he was not only without cloths but 
fully aroused. He was not use to having people in the house when 
he awoke, and it was not unusual for him to patrol the house in the 
buff after his shower. 

"Um, I'll be right back," he said reaching for a place mat off the 
table to cover himself. He quickly backed his way out of the 
kitchen, retreating back to the bedroom to get some pants. He was 
not embarrassed at what had transpired and would have felt quite 
comfortable to sit down and eat just as he was. It was clear 
however, that Liz was uncomfortable to say the least at the 
situation and he did not want to feel that way in his house. 

Moments later he returned wearing his work pants and a tight 
white t-shirt. Liz felt more at ease now, however she couldn't 
seem to avert her gaze from his chest. The shirt hugged snug 
against his pecks, showing every muscle as he moved; a cold 
shower would definitely be in order when breakfast was done. 

Acting like nothing had happened Liz walked over and placed a 
plate of bacon and a carafe of orange juice on the table. She then 
kissed his forehead and gave a smirk as she turned back toward 
the counter; she had never realized how gorgeous he was.

"How did you sleep?" she asked trying to change the thoughts in 
her head, while scooping the scrambled eggs into a bowl. 

"I slept great, and then I awoke to noises in my kitchen. I thought 
you were a burglar, and an awfully brave one at that to be robbing 
me during sunlight hours." He smiled, rose, and walked up behind 
her, placing his arms around her waist, then whispered seductively 
in her ear, "But I'm glad it was you."

Her entire body quivered at his touch. She bent her head back so it 
rested firmly on his shoulder and turned her head so her face 
nuzzled into his neck. The smell of his freshly cleaned body 
tantalized her nostrils and she could feel her knees start to buckle. 
"I am a burglar," she said lightly while running her nose softly 
across his neck up to his ear. "I'm steeling kisses." She ran her lips 
and then her tongue across the lob of his ear, occasionally sucking 
it into her mouth while continuing with her stroking tongue. 

"That's not fair you know," he began, trying not to give into the 
feelings she was producing inside him. "You shouldn't start 
anything you can't finish."

She turned around and stared him right in the eyes. 

"Who ever said I wouldn't finish?" He gave her a devilish grin, 
and tried to pull her closer, but she pulled away grabbing a chair 
and placing it between them. "Then again, who ever said I 
would!" she chuckled and ran up the stairs with him in hot 
pursuit.  

"You're just a tease," he yelled jokingly through the bathroom 
door, then stood there waiting for her reply. But all he got was the 
sound of the shower turning on. 

She heard what he had said, and even though she knew he was 
kidding, she also knew he was right. She didn't mean to tease: her 
heart and soul wanted him so badly, but when things hit a certain 
boiling point, her fears would come flooding back at her and 
panic would ensue. 

At 27 she was technically still a virgin., Not because she was 
unpopular; she had many opportunities. She was by choice. No 
one ever seamed to fit the mold she had in her head of her first, 
and then there was Jimmy Douglas. He was the football captain at 
UCLA during her college years and they dated for 6 months. One 
day after a big game Jimmy wanted to celebrate the win and 
forced himself on her. When she refused to submit, she was 
greeted with a black eye and several bruised ribs, before he raped 
her. Feeling at the time as most girls in her situation do, that it 
was her own fault, she never reported it to the police and never 
got over it either. Since that day she wouldn't allow anyone to get 
that close to her; that is until she met Jeff. 

She wanted so much to tell him, she needed to tell him, but the 
words just were not there. Every time she would muster the 
courage to blurt it all out, she would imagine his reaction. She 
often thought of herself as dirty and soiled because of the 
incident, so he would too. The thoughts brought tears to her eyes 
and she began to cry uncontrollably.  

She wasn't sure how much time she had spent sobbing in the 
shower when reality hit. All at once she knew what she had to do, 
and she knew she would need to muster up every once of energy 
she had to do it. 

When she came out of the shower, she realized she had no clothes 
to put on since she arrived in her nightgown and robe. 
Rummaging through Jeff's dresser, she found a long sleeve flannel 
shirt that she quickly put on. The shirt was large enough that it 
covered her panty line but left little room for movement without 
showing the world her wares. A bit more of a search produced an 
old pair of sweet pants with a drawstring, which was good, since 
the elastic had long been gone. 

Quietly she tiptoed down the stairs and past the den where she 
could see Jeff's back to the doorway, buried in his work. Taking a 
piece of paper and a pen from her purse, she quickly jotted a note. 
She taped it to the banister for him to find, with some tape she 
found in the drawer of the hall table. As silently as she could, she 
opened the front door and crept out, then hailed a taxi and left.

Several hours had passed when Jeff realized he had not seen Liz 
in awhile, so he got up to go look for her. 

"Liz," he called out loud, but there was no answer. 

He continued through the downstairs of the house calling her 
name, but she was nowhere to be found. Then he noticed the note:

		Jeff,

I am sorry I left without saying goodbye. You 
were so engrossed in your work that I didn't 
want to disturb you. 
I have some errands to run, and some things to 
think about.
I'll call you later!

		Love Lizzy

Dropping the note where he stood, he immediately ran out the 
front door and down to the curb calling her name, but she was 
long gone by then. Upon returning to the house, he retrieved the 
note from its resting-place on the floor. He read it over and over 
again, trying to figure out what she needed to think about. He 
hoped his crack about being a tease didn't upset her. 
"I'll call her later," he said aloud, then placed the note on the table 
next to the door and went back to work. 



 

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