The Meet-up (part 5)

"Huh?????"
I sit straight up...oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...what the fuck is he talking about.

I turn back around to him, "what are you talking about?" I look in his eyes for a clue, a sign, something, anything. Calm the hell down; you have no idea what he's talking about; don't get your hopes up.

"I can stay the whole weekend. I don't have to leave until Monday; we can spend the entire weekend together. This will be so good, baby." He has the biggest smile on his face. He pulls me down next to him, kisses me on my forehead and holds me close.

I wanna die. I thought this would be different; I thought he would be different; and worst of all, I thought I was different.

He falls asleep almost instantly. I gently slip away, put on my robe and go out on the balcony. I close the door behind me. As I look out, I see the moon's reflection on the water; I hear the waves landing on the shore and I smell the sweetness of the warm night. It begins with a tear, then crying and then full-on sobbing.

I feel like shit.
I swore I wouldn't do this anymore.
I promised myself to make better decisions from now on.
I walked into this with eyes wide open and I did it anyway.
What does this say about me?
What does this say about him?
Why would I want to be with him, he'll only do the same thing to me?
I should leave in the morning. I messed up, but I don't have to keep messing up.

All of a sudden I feel his arms wrap around my waist; he's comforting me. I turn around in his arms and look up at him. His eyes are red, full of water...he's crying too. We hold each other so close and so long that our hearts adjust to a single beating rhythm.

He whispers, "Shannon, my beautiful."

I can only imagine what I look like, I don't cry pretty at all. I'm an idiot; I've made such a mess of things. I pull away, walk into the room and sit on the bed.

He sits beside me, "I care about you so much...I can't stop thinking about you...I know what you want to hear, what you want me to say...I know..." I put my hand over his mouth.

"Stop, its not what I want you to do or say. It's what you want for yourself, for us."

He kneels in front of me, what in the world is he doing? He opens my legs and pulls me to the edge. I shouldn't let him, but I want him and I'll take him anyway I can get him. He unties my robe, puts his arms around my waist and puts his face into my pussy.

I lay back and revel in the experience. His tongue is flicking my clit and I'm immediately wet. He puts his mouth over me and begins tongue fucking me. I'm arching my back, moaning and squirming, so much that he has to hold my legs to keep me from falling off the bed. Its fuckin' magnificent; he is alternately sucking my juices and tongue fucking me. My body goes is limp. He lifts his head and begins fucking me with two fingers. I'm lost, I don't know if I'm coming or going; I lose track of time and space; it is just he and I.

After another two orgasms, he gets up and pulls me on his dick. He is looking at me and thrusting in and out with with the passion of our first time and the energy of our second time. I'm breathing hard...my eyes roll back in my head, my body convulses and I see stars.

He gently pushes me up on the bed; I'm spent...I can't speak, I can't think, I can't move. The last thing I remember is him pulling the covers on me and kissing my cheek.

When I woke up, he was gone.

What happens between he and Shannon is up to you...is he gone forever, does he leave his wife for Shannon, do they continue a tawdry affair, do they struggle to maintain an awkward friendship? Let me know how the story goes.