PassionA Story by Rich Two old admirers find the themselves together again, after so many years, and also find their situation now allows them their needs.
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This Story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. The colors of the sky reflected off of the blue water of the lake making it impossible to tell where one began and the other left off. It was as though there were two skies, one in the heavens and one here, close to the two friends walking along the shoreline. It was getting late, and along with the passing of time, the darkness was approaching much more rapidly than had been expected. “We really should be getting back,” Mark looked at his friend, from so many times in his life, and took her hand as he finished his sentence, “it's going to be dark before we get there.” “I'm sure you'll protect me.” Lauren squeezed her favorite man's hand and leaned her head over and onto his broad shoulder, showing her confidence in his ability to protect her. They'd liked each other from the moment they met so many years ago in the military. Mark had been in an elite unit at the same base where Lauren had been working in finance. At first Lauren had thought Mark a bit too macho for her liking but she soon realized that all the stories he'd relate when he filed his, many, travel vouchers were true, if not even somewhat mitigated. It was a friendship that developed even more over the two years they were stationed together. It became even closer when Mark had introduced Lauren to his younger teammate, Ted. Ted was a good soldier. Ted was dependable for such a young age and Mark knew he was going to be one of the best when he got the experiences that Mark had obtained over the 10 years he'd been in. Ted was also good looking and seemed to always make the ladies enjoy his company. That's why Mark decided to introduce his teammate, to his young friend at finance, Lauren. When Ted and Lauren became a couple it allowed Mark to get to know Lauren even better. Now, not only at the finance office, Mark had the opportunity to be with her in social settings. Mark often thought that if she'd just been older, or he younger, that he might have even asked her out himself. That had been fifteen years ago. Mark hadn't seen Lauren since Ted's funeral over five years ago, just after Mark retired and moved to Arizona to a new career. Mark had thought that the funeral service for his friend and teammate would be that last time he'd have the pleasure of seeing his friend, Lauren, as well. “I was really glad to see you here.” Mark let go of Lauren's hand and placed his arm around her shoulder to help keep her warm as the evening air seemed to come up out of the cool water of the lake. “I only came because I was hoping you'd be here.” Lauren spoke nervously, almost as thought it was something she'd rehearsed so many times that she feared it wouldn't seem natural. “Well,” Mark smiled at Lauren, hugged her closer, then leaned over and kissed her forehead before finishing his sentence, “if I'd known you were going to be here I wouldn't have had to think about coming myself.” Before Lauren could reply, Mark added, “I've never been into reunions that much but my reunion with you is something I wouldn't have traded for all the adventures I've had.” “Why didn't you ask me out yourself, back then?” Lauren threw it out and knew that she'd never be able to retrieve it. “You were my friend,” Mark almost stuttered, “you were so young,” he stopped, turned towards Lauren and, with his arm, turned her toward him. The light was ebbing but it was still enough to see into her pretty green eyes. “I wanted you to be happy and I didn't think that could happen, for you, with me.” “I did love Ted, you know.” Lauren kept eye contact as she spoke. “Of course I knew.” Mark was about to continue when Lauren spoke again as though she had no intention of letting Mark speak. “But, not as much as I loved you.” Lauren put her slender finger up against Mark's lips, leaned her body in against his, laid her head against his chest and finished saying what she wished she'd said over fifteen years ago. “When Ted and I were dating and I'd dance with you, and flirt with you, you always laughed at me and said I was being a tease.” Lauren hesitated and tried to remember exactly how she was supposed to say this, “I wasn't just teasing, Mark.” “I wanted you too.” Mark almost whispered and wondered if the cool breeze might make his words simply drift away and out of Lauren's hearing range. “You were just so young,” he hesitated, “so sweet,” he hesitated again, “and just too innocent and pure for someone like I was back then.” The two held onto each other, and this moment, fearing that all that had been said, all that had transpired over the past few moments, might be lost like the light was lost to the darkness, and never found again. “I still want you,” Lauren was the first to risk more words ending such a rare moment, “I want you now.” Mark savored her words and thought of the lips those words had just slipped past. The same lips he, so many times, had to use self control not to kiss. The lips he'd, so many times, had looked at, and had yearned for. Mark reached under Lauren's chin, raised her head slightly, and began to lower his own head down the journey that had begun at that finance office so many years ago. A journey of need, of want, of desire and the end of that long journey was now just a breath away. Lauren tiptoed as high as she was able and, with her arms now around Mark's strong neck, she pulled herself even further up to the lips, she too, had desired so often. There was no need for the tentative touch of lips that lovers so often use to make sure it's permissible. Lauren and Mark were both aware that they'd gone past that, years ago, even though they'd never experienced it. Lauren's lips were soft, yet firm against Mark's and Mark felt the heat from the kiss travel down his body, back up, and out of his existence making a warm, protective, cocoon around the two of them. Lauren surrendered herself to Mark and through the passion of her kiss knew he'd understand her need, her desire, her love, and she had none of the fears of rejection, the fears of what Mark might think of her, or the fears of any regrets that she'd feared she might have. That first kiss, that first time their lips, their mouths, their souls became one only came to an end when their bodies began to take over the controls to their senses. How they had gone from standing to laying together on the soft grass beside the narrow walkway was beyond any comprehension. Lauren felt so small, so fragile, under Mark's weight and he feared he might cause her harm so he regained control enough to hold his weight up with the strength of his arms. “I don't want to hurt you, Lauren,” Mark whispered as he gazed into the face of the woman he'd dreamed about so many times, “I want to make you happy.” “You are,” Lauren began to push Mark's shirt up over his broad shoulders as she spoke, “I need you, Mark,” she now reached down and began undoing Mark's belt, “I've waited too long,” she began undressing them both as a child unwrapped gifts on that special morning, “I want you now.” Mark knew he wanted to explore her whole body. He knew that a good lover should offer all the expertise a lover possesses to his partner. But, like Lauren, the need was too great. It seemed like an eternity now since that first passionate kiss. The sky had gone dark and the lake was now nothing more than the sounds of the inhabitants who only sang their own songs of yearning in the cloak of that darkness. The two lovers were continuing to savor the feel of their bodies, finally, against each other, and anticipating the moment they would join as they'd been meant to for so long. When it happened it was as if a relief was shared by both. A relief that meant nothing else would prevent, interfere, or interrupt a moment, a feeling, a passion like neither had ever experienced before. There was no need for motion. The motion was in the hearts and souls of the two lovers on the ground beside the walkway that had guided them around the lake to this wonderful place in time. The mere feel of each other's love inside and around the other, was all than each were able to experience at that moment. It wasn't until they began the second kiss, of their lives of loving each other, that they began to move in their lovemaking. “I don't want to ever be without you again.” Lauren spoke the words in the rhythm of her body's movement. “You won't have to.” Mark promised with each wave of pleasure, of passion, of love, like he'd never before experienced. “You won't have to.” © 2009 Rich
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RichSilver Springs, FLAboutI've worn a beret, a badge, and a suit and tie. For the past twenty years I've worn jeans. I much prefer jeans. But, since I was eight, I've been a writer. I've written so many poems and short.. [more]Writing
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