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Subject: {ASSM} Everlasting Love (part 2) (MF, Rom, No Sex)-Revised
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Everlasting Love

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(C) 2001 By Aphrodite

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Everlasting Love

By Aphrodite

Aphrodite_Goddess@Comcast.net


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Part 2 - Disapearing Act



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 her 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 ounce 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 sweat 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 table near the door, she quickly jotted a note, and taped 
it to the banister for him to find. 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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