Message-ID: <31601asstr$995843403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <aphrodite_goddess1@hotmail.com> From: "Aphrodite Goddess" <Aphrodite_Goddess1@hotmail.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4522.1200 X-Original-Message-ID: <OE57t3cew8k69RKLpgT00001987@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 22 Jul 2001 18:26:07.0931 (UTC) FILETIME=[C66DD8B0:01C112DB] Subject: {ASSM} "Everlasting Love" Part 2(No Sex) Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 19:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31601> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, t4425 For submission ASSTR/ASSD/ASSM <1st attachment, "EverlastingLovep2.txt" begin> 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 transaction involving this work where money changes hands 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. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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