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From: valen_thyan@hotmail.com (Valen Thyan)
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Subject: {ASSM} Impossible Lovers: Twice Shy {Valen} (MF rom cheat real)
Date: Wed,  5 Jun 2002 14:10:07 -0400
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IMPOSSIBLE LOVERS: TWICE SHY

by Valen (valen_thyan@hotmail.com)


We sat in the hot tub in my backyard in the cool 
spring night.  It had been almost two years since our 
first forbidden tryst and I had since broken up with 
my would-be fianc e.  She had married hers.

There was no alcohol that night, but she gave me 
the first foot massage that didn't tickle and that was 
intoxicating enough.  When it was over, I hugged 
her tightly with gratitude, but a new feeling came 
over me.  We'd only just begun seeing one another 
again and having her in my arms was stirring up old 
passions.

Pulling back slightly, I looking into her big eyes and 
kissed her like we'd never stopped going out.  Her 
tongue wiggled side to side in that familiar way and 
the scent of her hair was all around me.

We both realized what was happening at about the 
same time, and separated-- forcing ourselves to 
respect her wedding vows.  Turning away, we 
quickly started talking about something else to 
distract ourselves, but inside, I was still savouring 
her sweet taste.

After a while, we got out of the tub and went to the 
living room to relax.  Our conversation had 
ironically turned to the philosophy of ethics.  She 
was arguing that her concepts of right and wrong 
were atheistic despite being loosely based on 
Christian morals.  My rebuttal was that neither right 
nor wrong existed outside human thought and that 
the fact that she had a moral code at all was due to 
her socialization in a Christian environment.

The conversation came to a screeching halt as we 
finally acknowledged our impasse, but I commented 
on how nice it was to have a thoughtful discussion 
with her as we used to have.  She agreed and we 
moved to the kitchen.

We stood facing each other and feeling drawn, I put 
my arms around her, hugging her once more.

"I've missed you," I whispered and kissed her neck 
lightly.

"Me too," she said, one hand running up my neck to 
the back of my head.

We stood like that for a moment before it slowly 
turned into another kiss.

"We shouldn't do that," I said after our kiss broke, 
but my body betrayed me, and my arms remained 
around her waist.

"I know, but I've been lonely, and I do enjoy the 
attention," she seemed to be holding an internal 
debate.

She had told me earlier about how she and her 
husband worked opposing schedules, and the only 
time they spent together was in sleep.  How her 
opinion on kids had come full circle, and having 
had two previous abortions and a sterile husband, 
she was worried that she'd never have a family.  She 
had confessed in the hot tub that she'd often 
wondered what her life would be like had she 
married me instead of him.

Our lips met one last time in the kitchen as a 
decision had apparently been reached.  She led me 
down the stairs to my room and we fell to my bed, 
kissing with fervour.

Her body was soft and warm under mine and it 
wasn't long before I began kissing my way down 
her neck and across her chest.  My fumbling hands 
managed to get the fly of her jeans undone and she 
raised her hips off the bed to help get them off.

I pulled off her jeans and started planting little 
kisses along the inside of her leg, working my way 
toward her sweet pussy.  Unfastening my own 
jeans, I pulled them- together with my boxers- 
down to just below my knees.  Urgency was 
building in both of us.

I had left her panties on for an excuse to make a 
second trip along her smooth legs, but her patience 
ran thin.  She grabbed my shoulders and brought my 
face back up to hers and drove her tongue into my 
mouth once more.

I snaked my hand down between us and pulled the 
crotch of her panties aside to find her cunt already 
dripping wet with anticipation.  Gripping my cock, I 
leaned into her and ran the tip along the length of 
her lips.

When the head of my cock slipped over her clit, she 
let out a quiet gasp.  As soon as it left the warmth of 
her lips, I felt the cool basement air on my wet head 
and it sent little slivers of ice shooting through my 
dick, across my belly and dancing behind my ears.  
Goose bumps formed on the back of my neck as the 
pleasure hit me and I let out a gasp of my own.

Just as I was positioning my cock to penetrate her, 
she broke our kiss and looked into my eyes, 
snapping us both back to the harsh reality of our 
situation with a question in the guise of a statement.

"This never happened," she said.

Having cheated together once before must have 
made it easier for us, but a little note of guilt still 
plead a hopeless case against my lust.  If I were a 
better man, maybe I would have stopped it there and 
she would have returned home to her husband with 
a clear conscience.

As much as I'd like to play the hero, history is a 
strict mistress and refuses to change for my benefit.  
My only comfort is knowing that it was not lust 
alone that drove me that night, but love as well.

I agreed to her request for silence and pushed aside 
my guilt to focus on her exquisite form below me.

I sank my cock deep inside her with agonizing 
patience.  Though I knew it wouldn't last, I wanted 
to draw out the moment as long as I could.  To be 
buried in her cunt for what would probably be the 
last time was almost more than I could bear.

Her head tilted back and I ran my fingers through 
her hair as we began rocking back and forth.  I 
could feel the familiar tickle of her cervix against 
the tip of my cock.

She held on to my shoulders as I nibbled and sucked 
on her neck.  Her skin was always perfect.

For all the times that I've examined it, over the 
years, I've never noticed a single blemish or 
imperfection.  Then again, perhaps even impossible 
love is blind.

Her clit pounded against my pubic bone with 
increasing speed as she raced toward orgasm.  My 
own pleasure was rising with astonishing speed and 
I knew that as much as I wanted it to last, I couldn't 
hold back forever.

Just before I was about to cum, I drew back to look 
at her beautiful face, twisted in sexual ecstasy.  Her 
cheeks seemed to be glowing in the dim light and 
her mouth was slightly open, displaying her perfect 
tongue.

I held on to her shoulders as my stomach muscled 
clenched and I flooded her pussy with cum.  My 
hips took on a will of their own and my cock was 
flying in and out of her cunt.

The peak passed and my head dropped down to her 
shoulder.  My fingers touched her face, brushing her 
hair back behind her ears.  I pressed my cheek to 
hers and stroked her head as my cock began 
softening in her pussy.  She was caressing my back 
and sides as we lay there, recovering from the 
experience.

After some time, I rolled off her, but kept one leg 
on hers, laying my head on her chest.  I could hear 
her heartbeat slowly returning to a normal pace.  
With an arm around my neck, she turned her head 
to kiss me.  I wanted her to stay the night with me, 
but that was out of the question.  I had already 
agreed to pretend this never happened and she had 
to get back home to her sleeping husband.

Though I was exhausted, she had to push me back 
into bed so she could get dressed.  I watched as she 
rearranged her panties and slipped her jeans back 
on.

She drew the covers up to my neck, tucking me into 
bed and kissed me one last time.  Kneeling at my 
bedside, she traced my jaw line and whispered, "I 
love you."

Biting back the tears of confusing emotions, I 
reciprocated and she bid me goodnight, leaving my 
room-- and my life.  Again.

Our worlds were very separate, and our 
philosophies even more so, but the powerful love 
we've shared will forever link the two of us.  As 
frustrating as it is, I know we both feel the same 
way.

I have a lingering feeling that our paths will cross 
again someday, though I can't say for sure whether I 
hope or loath that that's true.  What I can say with 
certainty is that our relationship will never be 
anything less than impossible.

It's now been over two years since we last spoke.  I 
heard she was asking about me a few weeks ago, 
but I think it's much to soon.  As we get older, 
everything seems to take more time.  Maybe I'll 
meet her again after her child grows up.

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