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Sometimes a story idea sticks in my brain and won't leave me alone. I don't know what compelled me to write this one and yet I had to write it.
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Renewal (M/F)
I sat on the bench watching the girl at the rail, waiting for her to
leave so I could finish what started here five years ago. I had met my
sweet Angel at this very spot five years ago today, it was where I
proposed and where we took our vows to be man and wife till death do us
part. It was here that I came and cried the day Angelina and our unborn
child was taken from me by a drunk driver. My lonely empty house was
locked up and my affairs were in order. Before coming here I had mail
my mother a letter asking her forgiveness for what I was doing.
I was patient, yet the girl just stood there, the cold wind from the
ocean had to be chilling in her tank top and shorts. The sun would be
going down soon, at least a few people would show up to watch the sun
set. I knew if she didn't leave soon I would be stopped before I could
make it over the tall rail fence. Finally the girl moved, it was a move
I expected myself to be making and yet I found myself striding forward
as she climbed the rail fence.
"Don't do it." I called out as I reached for her slim waist.
"Please let me go. I just want to die." the girl cried, struggling
against me, trying to climb the fence.
"You're so young, you have your whole life ahead of you." I whispered
in her ear.
"No. It's over." the girl sobbed, "Paul is dead and I want to die too."
"It'll get better, the pain will ease." I lied, the pain was eating me
from the inside out, yet I couldn't let this girl do what I had come to
do.
I felt the warmth of her body against my chest, she shivered and
relaxed her grip.
"Promise?" she asked in a child like voice.
"I promise." I lied again, "Please come away from the edge. We can get
a cup of coffee and we can console each other."
The girl turned and looked at me, "What do you mean console each other?"
"My sweet Angel died six months ago along with our child. I came here
today to end it, yet seeing you made me realize that isn't the answer."
I said, tears bluring my vision.
The girl broke down, sobbing against my chest. I place my arms around
her, holding on for dear life. I'm not sure how long we stayed like
that, but the sun had set when we broke our embrace.
"God I'm hungry." the girl said as we separated.
I took her hand, "Come on, there's an excellent place for chowder just
down the road."
We found a table at the back of the restaurant and finally got around
to introductions. Her name was Sally and she was barely twenty years
old. Paul was her highschool sweetheart, instead of college he inlisted
in the Army. They were to be married when he got back from 'over
there'. Instead of a wedding the ceremony was a military funeral with
full honors. We talked for hours, going back to my place after the
restaurant had closed for the night. The sun came up and we continued
to talk as we walked down to the corner shop for danish and coffee. We
fell asleep on the couch, holding on to each other around ten.
The phone ringing woke us up, I sat there as the machine picked up and
went through it's announcement.
"David? David please pick up." Mom's quivering voice sounded from the
speaker, "Please tell me this is a joke."
I dashed to the phone, dislodging Sally head from my lap, "Mom. Mom
it's ok. It was all a mistake."
"David this letter says your going to kill yourself." Mom was near
histerics, "Why? You have so much to live for."
"I know. It was a mistake to even think such a thing." I replied,
Sally had come over and taken my hand.
"I'm coming over there. We need to talk." she sounded much stonger now.
"Ok, can you give me an hour. I didn't sleep much last night and I'm a
mess."
"Sure sweety." she answered, "I'll be there in an hour."
"Bye Mom see you then." I hung up the phone and turned to embrace Sally.
"Dave, you really were going to kill yourself." it was a statement not
a question.
"Yes I was. Do you want to meet my mom?" I asked.
"I don't have much choice now. My car is still at the bluff and you
wouldn't be able to make it there and back in an hour." Sally said.
"Good point. Besides she'll like you." I replied, "Why don't you go
take a shower while I fix something to eat."
Sally tilted her head up to kiss me gently on the lips, then headed
off the the bathroom. I fixed tunafish sandwiches while she got cleaned
up. My heart nearly stopped when she walked into the kitchen, even
without makeup she was beautiful wearing one of Angel's summer dresses.
"I hope you don't mind if I wear this. Is it ok?" she asked.
I sat there stunned, not mistaking this lovely lady for my Angel. Yet
I found myself getting aroused for the first time in months.
"Yes. I. You take my breath away." I stammered out.
"I'm glad you approve. I really didn't want to meet your mom in a tank
top and shorts." Sally said.
We sat and ate our sandwiches in silence, we were both talked out from
the previous night. Sally volunteered to clean up our lunch dishes
while I showered. As I walked into the still steamy bathroom I could
smell the fragrance from the shampoo Sally had used. I took a quick
cold shower before dressing in slacks and a sportshirt.
The doorbell rang as I was leaving the bedroom, Sally met me in the
hall and together we answered the door. Mom and a man I didn't
reccognize were standing on the step. She glanced at Sally as I invited
them in.
"David, this is Reverend Thomas from my church. I thought maybe he
could help." Mom said introducing the man.
"A pleasure Reverend." I replied being polite, "This is Sally Taylor.
Sally this is my Mother Grace and her friend Rev. Thomas.
"Hello Rev. Thomas. Mrs. Weaver, it's a pleasure to meet you. Dave has
told me so much about you." Sally responded, smiling at both of them
like old friends.
"So David, how long have you known Sally?" Mother asked.
"Let's go into the livingroom." I said, "We can talk all about it.
Reverend would you like some coffee or tea?"
"Coffee would be fine, black please." he responded "And please call me
Tom."
"Tom it is. Sally would you help me with the coffee."
"Sure." she responded as Mother and Tom sat on the sofa.
Sally had already prepared coffee and tea for us and it took only
moments for us to gather up the service. Returning to the livingroom I
handed Mother her tea and Tom his coffee. Sally and I took our coffees
and sat in the two chairs facing the sofa.
"David your mother showed me the letter and quite frankly we're
concerned about your mental well being." Tom began.
"Yesterday at this time I would have argued that I was completely sane
and knew what I was doing." I responded, "Today I have to agree with
you. Mother you asked how long I've known Sally. I met her yesterday at
the bluff, she saved me from jumping."
"Mrs. Weaver, Rev. Tom we saved each other." Sally spoke up, "I also
was there to end it all. Reverend you might say that God intervened on
our behalf. Two people bent on self-destruction meeting at that time
and place.
"God does work in mysterious ways and it's not inconceavable that he
had a hand in your salvation." Tom responded, "I already know David's
reason for being at the bluff. Sally why did you choose that location?"
"I was driving along the coast highway looking for a quiet spot."
Sally replied, tears forming in her eyes, "It was overcast and just as
I approached the turn off the sun came out. I took it as a sign that
this was the place. I guess it was."
Sally broke down crying, I kneeled by her chair holding her to me,
stroking her hair. Mom and Tom sat quietly as she cried. Mom produced a
handkerchief, handing it to Sally as she faught to regain her
composure. Slowly she told her story to them. Sally sniffled and stood
up, excusing herself she left the room. Mom looked from the Sally to
Tom then got up and followed her into the bedroom. Tom and I sat on the
sofa discussing my life and future. He handed me a card for a
councellor that works with depression, asking only that I have at least
session.
After about a half-hour Sally and Mother came back from the bedroom,
holding hands and giggling over some private joke. Tom asked Mom if he
could see her in the kitchen for a couple of minutes. Sally came and
sat next to me on the sofa, taking my hand and resting her head on my
shoulder. They were gone only moments before returning and announcing
that it was time for them to leave. I invited Mom to return this
evening for dinner, she agreed only if she could take Sally and I out
to a nice restaurant.
As the door closed behind them Sally pulled me into a passionate
embrace, kissing me like I never expected to be kissed again. I kissed
back, pressing Sally's body to the wall, my cock growing in my pants.
Sally broke the embrace and whispered, "Take me." in my ear. Scooping
her up in my arms I carried her into the bedroom, dropping her onto the
bed. I nearly tore the dress from her body, her breasts bouncing as
they were released. I did tear the shirt off my back, buttons flying
around the room. Sally fumbled with my pants, pulling the zipper down
and pulling them to my knees. I pulled them the rest of the way off as
Sally slipped her panties off.
I was brutal, kissing her savagely, squeezing and biting her breasts.
My hand found it's way to her pussy, raping her with my finger. The
small voice in my mind that said this was wrong was silenced by Sally's
cries of passion. Our eyes met as I entered her, a look of savage
desire on her face. She cried words of encouragement that I can't
recall. Sally came first, her scream sending me over the edge. Satiated
from this animal act I held myself above her as my cock slowly
deflated. A soft smile played across her lips. I felt guilty for being
so brutal. I opened my mouth to appologize when a drop of sweat fell
from my nose, striking Sally on the forehead. We both broke up with
laughter, I laid beside her pulling her close. The giggles slowly
disolved and I found myself crying softly.
"Thank you." Sally whispered.
I opened my eyes to see Sally's tear stained face inches from mine.
"Thank you for making me whole again." I replied.
Sally slid up to kiss me, we laid together on the sweat soaked bed. My
eyes found the picture of Angelina on the bedside table, I expected to
see a look of disaproval in the photograph. Instead there was a look of
peace, warmth and compassion that took me by surprise.
"She's beautiful." Sally said, following my stare, "I think she would
approve."
"Yes I think she would." I replied, turning back to kiss Sally, "So
would Paul."
"Yes, I he would."
We laid together the tears drying up, satisfied that this was right.
Sally's hand slid down my body to fondle my cock. I reponded by getting
hard from her touch. She straddled me, taking charge. We made love
slowly and gently this time. Learning each others bodies, tender
touches and whispered words of love and incouragement.
The End
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