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Subject: {ASSM} One Incredible Night
Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2001 04:10:08 -0500
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NOTICE: This is a work of fiction.  This story was written purely for
enjoyment, and entertainment purposes.  Feel free to distribute this to
friends, but please give credit where credit is due.  If you like this story,
please feel free to send me an email at Kivrin18@aol.com.  This is my first
story, and all comments are welcome.


One Incredible night 
   By Lady Kivrin


"I'm bored!  Would you come over and keep me company?"

  That's how the most incredible night of my life began.  I had come home from
a long day of work at my boring desk job, and planned on spending a quiet night
alone, as usual.  I had just finished dinner, and was flipping channels, hoping
for something interesting to catch my eye.  When the phone rang, I waited for
the caller ID to announce the caller, and as soon as I realized who it was, my
spirits soared.  Now I had plans for the night!  I asked where her husband was,
and she said he was off on business again, and wouldn't be home for a couple
days.

  As I got dressed to head over to her house, a million thoughts raced through
my head.  "Would this be the night?"  "Would I finally get to spend a night
with this woman I'd loved for 10 years?"  Trying desperately to push the
thoughts out of my mind, she was married after all; I drove the 15 miles over
to her house.

  When I arrived, I had to force my heart to stop racing.  I was always so
nervous around her.  This woman meant everything to me, despite the fact that
she was several years my junior, and happily married to another man.  We
maintained a good friendship, but I longed for something more.  I walked up to
the door, and just as I was about to knock, the door opened, and there she
stood, looking just as beautiful as ever, in jeans and a T-shirt.  My breath
caught in my throat as I took in her smiling face, and noticed the curious
gleam in her eyes.  I had seen that look once, long ago --

  "Hi sweetie," she said, reaching up to give me a hug and a quick kiss on the
cheek.  "Come on in."

  I followed her into the living room, and asked what the agenda was for the
night.  Eyes sparkling, she said, "Let's have a Drew Fest!"  She knows how much
I love Drew Barrymore.  That's another thing I love about her, she knows me so
well, knows exactly how to cheer me up.  "Ok," I agreed, "Which movie or movies
did you want to watch?"

  "I was thinking we could start with either 'The Wedding Singer' or 'Ever
After'.  You know they're my favorites."  She told me to pick one, and she'd go
make the popcorn and get us something to drink.  

  From the kitchen, she called out "What do you want to drink?"  She ran down
the list of usual drinks, and added Pepsi, Zima, and Mike's Hard Lemonade.  I
had heard her mention the lemonade before, and decided to give it a try.  She
said she'd be out in a minute, and to make myself comfortable.

  A couple minutes later, she walked into the living room carrying a big bowl
of popcorn, and the drinks.  As we settled on the couch, I realized it was too
quiet.  "Where's your son," I asked.  

  "Oh, he's over at my sister's for the night.  I had wanted to get some work
done around the house and didn't want him under foot.  My sister was happy to
take him."  I grinned at her and asked if she was ready to start the movie. 
She said yes, so I hit the play button on the remote control.

  "The Wedding Singer" began to play, and we lapsed into a companionable
silence.  After a few minutes, she leaned her head back against one side of the
couch, and put her feet up in my lap.  I was surprised she was acting so
relaxed around me, normally she was a bit more formal, knowing my feelings for
her and not wanting to give me the wrong idea.   Finally, I worked up the
nerve, and began to gently rub her feet.  She just moaned softly and said it
felt wonderful.  It had been a long day at work for her, she said, and her feet
ached.

  When her feet had had enough attention, she sat up and moved closer to me,
and putting my arm around her shoulder, leaned her head against my chest.  She
looked up and asked me if I minded.  I told her of course not.  It was getting
hard to concentrate on the movie, with this beautiful woman who was so close to
my heart sitting so close to me that I could smell the shampoo on her recently
washed long dark curls.  The smell and feel of her was intoxicating, and soon I
had to force myself to calm down and not get carried away.

  She must have noticed my distress, as she suddenly looked up at me and asked
if I was ok.  I told her I was, but my eyes betrayed me, and she said she'd
move if she were bothering me too much.  I quickly reassured her that I was
fine, and she didn't need to move.  She did though, even closer.  I couldn't
help it, I began stroking her hair, and savoring every second of this time we
were spending together, knowing it wouldn't last. 

  About halfway through the movie, she paused the tape and said she'd be right
back.  While she was gone, I wondered at her odd behavior.  It was almost as if
she were flirting with me, but I knew she couldn't be.  She saw me as a friend,
and nothing more.  It had to be my imagination.  Didn't it?

  She came back into the room, and said she had something to tell me.  "Here it
comes," I thought.  "This is where she tells me we can't hang out anymore."
  

  What she said next would change my life forever.

  "Remember how you told me once, long ago, that you would give anything to
spend one night with me?"

  Cautiously, I replied, "Yes."

  "Well your wish is about to come true.  BUT," she stressed, "There are a
couple things I have to ask you first."

  I was stunned.  Did she just say what I think she said?  "Ask away," I
replied.

  "First of all, if we do this, it must be for tonight, and tonight only.  It
can never happen again.  Do you think you can agree to that?"

  Agree?  At that point, I'd have agreed to anything!  I nodded, not daring to
speak.

  "Second," she continued, "the only rule for tonight is that we enjoy
ourselves and take our time.  We have the whole night ahead of us."  With that,
she nibbled my ear and said softly, "Make love to me."  I melted.  All of a
sudden, my legs refused to hold me up, and I sank back down onto the couch. 
She joined me, and we kissed, long, slow, melting kisses.  I had never known
kisses that sweet.  I couldn't believe it, all my dreams were about to come
true!  It didn't matter that this only be one night, I would make it the best
night either of us had ever had.

  Finally coming up for air, I started to ask how this night had come about,
but she quickly kissed me again.  "No more words," she breathed.  She took my
hand and put it on her breast, I moaned and began to rub softly, finding the
nipple and teasing it for a moment.  Now it was her turn to moan.  She reached
down and began to lift my shirt over my head.  We pulled apart long enough to
get the shirt completely off, then began to explore in earnest.  I wanted to
explode right then, but held off, wanting this to last as long as possible.

  I lifted her shirt, unhooked her bra, and cupped her bare breast in my hand,
savoring the weight of it in my palm.  She took the shirt off quickly, and slid
her hands up my chest, then back down, stopping just at my waistline.  I
shivered and tried to push her hand down further, but she just laughed and
brought her hand to my face.  She began to tease me like that for a while,
running her hand down, stopping just short, and coming back up again.  She was
driving me mad, and she knew it.  Finally, she could stand it no longer, and
she unzipped my pants, and slid her hand inside.  I groaned and pulled her
closer to me.  Feeling her hand exploring, I knew I wouldn't hold out much
longer at this pace, so I unzipped her jeans and slid them down. 

  Stepping out of our clothes, I picked her up, and we headed for the bedroom. 
I laid her down gently on the bed, and then climbed in on top.   She opened
herself to me, and I slowly entered her.  We lie like that for a few minutes or
an eternity, depending on your point of view.  Already at fever pitch, I worked
her closer to the edge, and we exploded together in pure ecstasy.  I reached
down and caressed her beautiful face, looking at her in awe and wonder.  I had
dreamed for years about this night, and it turned out even better than I had
dared hope, and it was just beginning!

  Slowly, I stroked in and out of her, and she began to match my movements. 
Gradually, our tempo increased until she was ready again.  I brought her over
the edge, and she lie there, thrashing and moaning on the bed beneath me.  When
she came back to earth, she grinned at me, and rolled me onto my back.  She
mounted me and began to move up and down slowly, teasing.  She looked so
beautiful, I almost cried.  She leaned down, her eyes shining, and a look of
pure heaven on her face, she kissed me.  There were tears in her eyes as she
looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before.  I made a mental note to
ask what that expression was all about, but later.  Just now, I lacked the
energy for speech.  

  After I had climaxed a second time, we took a break.  She went out to the
kitchen and came back with two glasses of water, which we quickly drained.  I
couldn't help staring at her, she had the most beautiful body and spirit I'd
ever encountered, and here she was, mine for the entire night!  I caught her
eyes, and she smiled shyly.  She asked me if I was enjoying myself.  I just
grinned and kissed her in response.  She laughed and returned the kiss eagerly.
 I asked her if she was enjoying herself, and she gave a little sigh and
breathed "Oh, yes!"  We snuggled up under the covers, basking in each other's
presence.  

  After a while, she turned to me and asked if I'd like to go again.  I said I
would, and kissed her gently.  It didn't take long to find a rhythm, and soon
she climaxed again.  I kept up the pace, teasing, and playing with her, trying
to prolong my own climax as long as possible.  Finally, she pulled me into her,
and urged me to move faster.  I obliged, bringing her to the brink again, and
again, only to pull back.  I wanted her to beg me for release.  She began
thrashing on the bed beneath me, trying to get me to move faster.  At last I
could hold off no longer, and we came together with force.  As I emptied myself
into her, she made the cutest little mewling sounds and locked her legs around
me, holding me tight against her body.  

  We lie there on the bed, recovering, and kissing.  I caressed her cheek and
told her I loved her.  She ducked her head, and I knew I had over stepped. 
She's known my feelings for her for a long time now.  After a minute, she
looked up at me with that expression I had seen earlier.  I asked her what she
was thinking, and she replied: "I know you do, and I have a confession to
make."  Feeling rather frightened, I asked, "What kind of confession?"  She
replied, "all the years I've been planning this, and it's gone better than I
ever hoped it would.  I always knew that making love with you would be
incredibly special, but I never dreamed it would be this amazing."  She smiled,
and put her hand to my cheek, and I grabbed her hand and kissed the palm
tenderly.  She shivered, and cuddled closer.

  Figuring we were done for the night, I wagered that now would be the best
time to ask the questions that had been burning inside me since the start of
this incredible night.

  "Does your husband know about this?" was the first question on my mind.  She
replied that he did, and had given his consent.  The next question was "Just
how long have you been planning this?"  She replied that it had been since the
night of the phone conversation years before when I had told her I would give
anything for this chance to be with her.  "Wow, that's a long time," I said. 
She just nodded, and said, "I know."

  It was getting pretty late, but I fought off sleep, not wanting to miss a
second.  She curled up against me, and we talked about everything, and nothing,
for a long time.  After a time, she rolled over, kissed me again, and said she
couldn't stay awake any longer.  She drifted off, and I lay there watching her
sleeping peacefully.  I knew that our time together would end in just a few
short hours, and I savored every second of the time we had shared.  I'd never
known anyone like her, her radiant beauty inside and out, her easy smile and
ready laugh.  Even if we weren't meant to be together in this life, I vowed to
enjoy every minute of the time we did have.

  I woke to find myself alone in the bed, and a mixture of scents coming from
the kitchen.  I got up and went to hold her in my arms.  She smiled up at me
and said breakfast was almost ready.  I watched her move about, dressed in a
light blue button down shirt that reached her knees.  She fixed her beautiful
smile on me, and I had to pinch myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming.

  We ate slowly, hating to rush.  Neither of us wanted this to end, so did what
we could to prolong the experience.  Neither of us said much, we didn't want to
spoil the mood with words.  After breakfast, she took my hand, and led me into
the living room.  We didn't speak.  I couldn't.  I was feeling ecstatic and
depressed, all at once.  I wasn't ready for this to end, but remembered the
conditions that had been laid out last night.  Reluctantly, I gathered my
clothes, and headed for the shower.  A few minutes later, the door opened, and
she stepped inside the bathroom.  

  "Want some company?"  She asked, shyly.  Without waiting for a reply, she
stepped inside the shower.  She reached for the soap, and told me to turn
around.  She began washing my back, caressing me gently.  When she finished,
she turned around, and asked me to scrub her back for her.  As I soaped her
down, I couldn't help reaching around to gently squeeze her breast.  She
sighed, and leaned into me.  As the water cascaded down over us, we began to
make love one last time.  We stayed under the water until it began to turn
cold, then got out and dried each other off.  Every time I tried to speak, she
kissed me until I relented, saving the words for another time.

  As morning sped toward afternoon, I gathered the courage to leave this
amazing woman who had given me the most incredible night of my entire life. 
She walked me to the door, and we kissed one last time, long and lingering.  We
pulled away, and I turned to go.  I promised I'd call her later in the evening,
and headed for the car.  As I drove off, I couldn't help whistling.  I'd never
been so completely sated in all my existence.  

  I've never forgotten a moment of that night, and remember it fondly.  I'm
married now, and have 3 children, 2 boys and a girl.  

  I still love her, and always will.  We still keep in touch, and we get
together every so often.  Our children go to school together.  I will never,
ever forget that incredible night we shared.

-- 
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