Authors: K. Valentine
“Mom, it's not like it sounds. I actually liked Anne.”
“I wish you would just find a nice girl and settle down.”- His mom said disapprovingly leaving the room.
Chapter Six
Anne was not used to lying. This felt weird. She just lied to Max in his face without even blinking twice. She tried to tell herself it was for the best, after all he was this big-shot living in the big city now, he didn’t have time for Grace. And he was a player on top if it so who knows how many “girlfriends” he has back there. She just didn’t want to me a number, although she knew she already was.
But seeing him today, after these years was… emotional. It was exciting, thrilling, scary and arousing at the same time. All those feelings she thought were long gone and buried not only were alive, but they all came back with a magnificent force. She still loved him, just like she did in high school. He was so sweet and loving with her back then, just like he was today.
Oh stop it. He was attentive today. He was being kind and here I am making my dream castle here. Stupid.
Although, for a second there, it felt really good to see him again. It felt REAL, it felt familiar. Max was the one she knew now, and he always will be.
“And I went ahead and told him I was a slut. Good thinking.” – She whispered to herself while drinking a glass of wine on the small couch in the living room. Grace was asleep soundly in the next room.
“I have to stop thinking about him. Nothing good can happen. The last time we were together he left, I got pregnant and left all my dreams behind.” – Anne thought. The thing is, she didn’t regret it, not for a little bit. The singing career, the money, the fame… It all lost its sparkle from the day she had Grace. And if she had to do it all over again, she wouldn’t change anything.
“Well, maybe I’d asked him to stay.” – She whispered to herself, immediately knowing that would’ve been very selfish. Max was a good guy, he deserved his break. Who was she to ask him to give all his dreams away for a small-town girl?
She inhaled deeply. “You can change the past.” – She whispered, laughing at herself for talking to herself.
Someone knocked on the front door.
“At this time? Who could it be? I hope they are not here to ask me to take the graveyard shift at the diner.” – She was thinking as she was getting out of the cozy couch.
“Max What are you doing here?” – He was standing on her doorway, tall, dark, handsome. His hands were muscular just like she remembered them, but somehow, even better now. He smelled manly, dangerously. He had his right arm lifted on the doorframe and was staring directly into her eyes.
“Hi Anne. Care for some company?”
“Sure. Come in. What happened?”
“Oh I went out with a couple of guys from high school. And it bored me to tears. The girls were really annoying too. So, I decided to come here instead.” – He fleshed his beautiful smile.
“Damn.” – She thought.
“Here, I brought wine. Where is Grace?”
“She’s a sleep. Let me get you a glass. Please, feel at home. It's not much but…”
“It's beautiful.” – He stopped her in mid-sentence: “I love it.”
“Thanks Max.” – She went to the kitchen grabbed a glass and came back. The thing with the living room was this: it was so small that except for the tiny couch, you couldn’t possibly fit anything else in there. The TV and the couch took good 90% of the whole living room. So, she had no choice but to sit next to him. As she poured his glass and handed it over to him, he came close, smelling her: “Mmm… you smell fantastic. What the hell is that?”
She smiled: “Sugar and cinnamon. The pastries I’ve been wrapping up in the factory. Still haven’t showered.”
“Smells delicious.”
“Are you drunk?” – She asked, smelling him. He smelled of scotch and cigars.
“A little. Not enough to be taken advantages of though.”
“Still the same. Except, a big player now, I hear.”
“A player as in the MLB? Yes, you are right.”
Anne chuckled: “You know what I mean. You are always in the news with all these gorgeous ladies with you…”
“That doesn’t mean anything Anne. None of them do.”-He took her by the hands. She smiled.
“Remember the last time we were together?” – He whispered, coming closer to her, breathing in her neck.
“Yes…”
“Well, that was the only time I’ve felt whole.” – He whispered, continuing to kiss her neck. She felt melting under his lips. She felt exploding under his hands. It was Max, her Max, and he was back. God, she felt alive for the first time in years.
“I want you Anne. I don’t care that you have a daughter. I really don’t. I want you.”
That was her cue. She pushed him off, standing up: “Look Max, my daughter means a great deal to me. She is everything I have. I can’t throw her away for you, for someone that’s here now but he will leave again…”
“That’s how you think of me? Of someone that’s a stop-and-go? I thought I meant more to you than that, Anne.”
“You did Max. You still do.”
He pulled her in, wrapping his hands around his waist and kissing her belly: “I’ve missed you so much.”
She hugged his head and leaned on him: “I’ve missed you too Max. But a lot has happened. Stuff we can’t ignore. I’m not sure if you are still the same person…”
“I am. I swear I am. Let me prove it to you.” – Max said, standing up, grabbing her and pulling her in for a kiss. The moment their lips touched it was as if the room exploded. Anne felt dizzy, partially from the wine but mostly because of Max. All these feelings, feelings she thought were long gone, not only surfaced but erupted in the most majestic way.
She smiled, pulling away: “You can sleep on the couch.” And left the room.
Chapter Seven
She left Max in the living room and walked to the bathroom. Anne was trying to be quiet as she didn’t want to wake Grace up. She was smiling to herself and to everything that was happening with Max. As much as she knew she had to be cautious, as much as her head was telling her he was a player, she just couldn’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach. After all, she still loved him and he was the only guy in the world that could make her feel this way.
She stepped in the small, white bathroom and walked into the shower. The hot water was running through her body, easing her mind and setting her free. She was still thinking about him. As she was washing her hair, a hand slipped through the shower curtain and almost gave her a heart attack.
“What are you doing?” – She yelled, almost too loud.
“I thought I’d join you.” – Max whispered, smiling. He was standing naked in front of her, with his member out and fully erect. The sight of him aroused her in ways she had forgotten she was able to feel. Max was beyond good-looking, his body was the epitome of hotness, and he was standing for everything that a real man should look like. She gazed upon this beauty that was in front of her and was amazed that this man wanted her.
“Can I come in?” – He smiled, devilishly and Anne nodded in approval. She was speechless and quite wet. He stepped inside the small shower, facing her and wrapping his hands around her shoulders, waist then proceeding to her ass. She moaned, it was ages since she had a man touch her this way.He pulled her in and kissed her, very softly and gently at first, then more aggressively, more passionately drawing her in, grabbing her, pushing her up against the wall… She didn’t care, she completely surrendered to Max and decided not to think about anything now. He was mesmerizing.
His kisses moved from her neck to her face. He was playing with her breasts and she closed her eyes, completely surrendering to the moment. Nothing mattered now, not even the fact that deep inside she knew he was a playboy and she was nothing more than a fling.
He turned her around and pressed her against the cold tiles. The surprising coldness gave her goose bumps. He continued massaging her neck, touching her back, moving slowly towards her ass, gently opening it to touch her.
“Mmmm…yes…” – She whispered while trying to pull him in.
He smiled: “You like this don’t you?”
She nodded and continued to pull him in deeper. He slowly entered her from behind. Moving simultaneously, trying to keep up with his rhythm, Anne let go of everything she had in her head.
His hands moved to her ass, holding her and pushing in deeper and deeper, then going faster as the hot water cascaded over them.
“Don’t stop.” – She moaned, as he kept going, with every second bringing them both to an orgasmic explosion.
Chapter Eight
I went out with a couple of guys from high school to the small town bar. I figured it will be interesting to see these people, people that used to be my friends, and it was fun, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Anne. The bar was small and overcrowded. The townspeople were overly excited that I was there and all of them wanted to talk to me. The girls, some of who I knew from back then, were hitting on me, trying to get some attention from someone they considered famous.
“God damn it Max, you come in here and all the girls want to be with you!” – Andy laughed as he was watching what was happening.
“Seriously though, which one you like best?” – Matt asked as I looked around and figured the one I really like was not here. As much as all this was fun, I couldn’t stop thinking about Anne. I wanted to be with her, to talk to her, just to be able to breathe in the same air she does. At that moment, I realized all the feeling I had for her for back, more intense than they used to be.
“Sorry guys, I have to run.” – I said as I grabbed a bottle of wine and left the bar. I had to see her.
I run to her place and climbed the stairs. I was standing in front of her door when all the nervousness in the world hit me like a bat in my face. What was I to say? What was I to do? How do I tell her I love her?
I’d lost count on how long I just stood there in front of that small, brown door, thinking should I knock or just leave. I was about to leave when I heard a sound from inside. The sound made my heart race and I finally gathered the courage to knock.
Anne opened, looking tired and sleepy. The image of her looking sleepy is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Just by looking at her, I got a hard on.
“Can I come in?”
“Yes.”
She proceeded to get me a glass and we sat on the tiny couch drinking our wine. She smelled divine: cinnamon, apples and who knows what else. I never wanted to leave her side.
“You can sleep on the couch.” – She said, standing up, getting ready to leave the room and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed her in, grabbed her as tightly as I could, and kissed her. I could tell she thought that was a bad idea, but I decided to change her mind. I needed her to me mine.
When she left the room, I heard her going in the shower. As much as I was scared to do that I really wanted to do, I decided to go with my gut feeling. You only live once, right?
Downing my glass of wine, I took off my clothes. I went to the bathroom, opened the door as quietly as possible and was standing in front of the closed curtain, listening to the water....gazing at her beautiful silhouette.
I finally took a deep breath and reached out. Anne was startled at first but then, she smiled. That gorgeous smile of hers took away any ounce of inhibition left in me. I could see she was looking at me, inspecting me inch by inch, and it aroused me to an extend I haven’t been aroused before. Mustering up the courage to step in with her, her eyes were telling me she had surrendered.
I started touching her all over, trying to be gentle at first, although all my senses wanted to grab her as tight as possible. She was gorgeous.
All her moans and smiles gave me a hard on that was devastating, I had to have her right there and then. I turned her around, pushed her up against the tiles, slowly opened her ass to get to her sweet spot and entered her. I was trying hard not to be too aggressive but then she reached out and was pulling me in. That was all I needed.
I entered her hard and deep. Her moans were out of this world, sending my endorphins into a rage. My ego soared. The hot water dripped on us like a warm waterfall, and I was stroking her faster and deeper by the second. My manhood enwrapped in the wet, hot warmth of the inner walls, of a woman it long to find sweet 'release' in.
“Don’t stop” – She said, and it mesmerized me to an extent that made me realize this was the best sex I’ve had and she really was the one.
I kept going, completely indulging her moans, until I reached that orgasmic peak and came in between her buttocks. She turned around to face me, hugged me with both her hands and kissed me.
We stood there, under the hot water for as long as possible, in silence, in a close embrace.
Chapter Nine
Max ended up sleeping on the couch and Anne slept with Grace in the bedroom. The very next morning, Anne woke up to see that Grace was no longer in bed, but she could hear her voice coming from the living room.
Still shaken by what happened last night, Anne stretched, smiling enjoying the fact that she was totally in love with this man, and finally accepting she probably always be. At that split second of that perfect morning, she realized she really didn’t care if he was a player since he will always mean very much to her.
She got out of bed and walked into the living room. Anne kept quiet, standing at the door, looking at Grace and Max together. Max was making her breakfast and they were talking and laughing together.
“My family.” – Anne thought, realizing she had to come clean. There was no point in hiding anymore.
“Mom, mom look what Max made me!” – Grace yelled, running towards her mom showing her a plate of a heart-shaped pancake.
“That looks delicious! Can I have pancakes too?”
Max turned around looking at her: “Pancakes for everyone today!”
They sat at the small table, eating and laughing. Anne was taken aback by how good Grace and Max were together. At that second, she really was happy.