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  Nothing had felt like this, Roger had never had an ounce of real passion for her. Soon after they were married he only ever made love to her when he was drunk, and then he would call her names, telling her how unattractive she was. He made her feel worthless and unloved, something he proved a few months before he died. Yet in this moment Frank took all that away. She felt wanted, desperately wanted, for the right reasons.

  She closed her eyes and lost herself to the feel of his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple. Jolts of electricity shot through her body, connecting with the throbbing in her clit. His tongue rolled over her sensitive flesh, a different sensation, but no less pleasurable. Charlotte cradled his head, offering her breast to him to take his pleasure with.

  His hand cupped the other one, his thumb sliding over the taught peak, before his mouth switched to torture it. Her clit throbbed unbearably; she slid her hand down between their bodies and rubbed herself there, feeling his cock hard and long too. He pressed against her briefly, moving his hardness against her hand, and then he pulled back from her.

  “I aim to please you Charlotte, not for you to have to do that to yourself, not today.”

  With that he undid her zip and lifted her off the table enough for her to help him slide her jeans off. He grabbed the elastic of her panties too and they went the same way as the rest of her clothes, into a heap on the floor.

  She blushed when he looked at her nakedness, and then he knelt before her and kissed her thighs, pushing them wider so he could find that throbbing little nub that had wanted attention. His tongue flicked over it, taking the first taste of her, his finger pushed into her sex, nice and deep. Charlotte nearly fainted again, the effect he had on her too overwhelming. Frank covered her clit with his mouth, sucking and licking her there while his fingers pushed in and out of her sex.

  She did not know a man was capable of taking his time to give her pleasure. Her body, so out of practice, climaxed quickly, too quickly. She cried out, not wanting it to end, not wanting him to stop touching her there.

  However once her orgasm had passed, he stopped, standing before her. Was that it? Was he going to leave now? No. He began to remove his clothes, Charlotte knew what he had in mind, and heat grew in her body, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

  He took his shirt off, pulling it straight over his head, revealing a body that had benefited from many workouts. Then her eyes lowered to watch his hands as they unbuckled his belt, the button was quickly undone and he pushed them off his hips until there he stood, naked.

  Moving to hold her close he kissed her lips, this time taking it slow and savouring every moment. His hands absently wondered over her heated flesh, touching her back and her arms and then around to her breasts. Toying with them he let her arousal grow, her sex becoming increasingly wet. She knew he must feel this, her need for him was intense and she wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him closer.

  “I don’t have any condoms,” he breathed into her ear. “Are you on the pill?”

  She shook her head, feeling him step back from her. “Wait; there might be some upstairs in the bathroom cabinet.” She moved to go and fetch them.

  “No, you stay right there, I’ll go look.” With that he was gone, running naked through her house.

  She heard him rummaging around in the cabinet, glad she had cleaned the bathroom that morning. He seemed to be gone for an age, and she began to get nervous. Should she go and find him, or wait? Perhaps he would change his mind; this whole thing was so sudden.

  She was about to get up off the table when she heard him coming back down her stairs, packet of condoms in hand. “You'd better check they're in date,” she said, such a romantic thing to say, but she did not want to be left pregnant and alone.

  “They should be fine, Roger hasn't been gone too long.” She saw him visibly wince at bringing up her husband.

  “We hadn't had that kind of relationship for quite awhile,” she said matter of factly.

  He looked at her, trying to read her expression, she grabbed the packet and checked the date, and they were good. Taking one out of the packet she handed it to him. “Or have you changed your mind?”

  The atmosphere in the room had changed, as had her mood. She was trying to push him away, to put up the walls that had defended her for so long. Yet he moved forward and kissed her, slow, running his tongue along the inside of her lip, then pushing into her mouth tentatively, as if he was asking her permission to go further.

  She sighed and yielded to him, wanting him to make love to her, and knowing it would be nothing more than that because he would leave again. Frank had a life away from here, probably a good life, while she could offer him nothing of value to make him stay.

  He must have sensed her withdrawal, and he patiently touched her and stroked her body until she was aroused. His fingers slid between her thighs and pushed into her sex, working them in and out until she was writhing under his touch. Only then did he quickly put the condom on.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

  “No, but I don’t want you to stop.” She couldn’t meet his eyes.

  He lifted her chin with his finger, she tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let her. “I won’t hurt you, Charlotte.”

  She couldn’t tell him that he already had, his being away for so long had done enough damage. She knew that he was only here now because she was Roger's wife and he wanted to lay some kind of claim to her, but she didn’t care. This was one fantasy that had played in her head over and over, especially when her relationship with Roger had really broken down.

  “Make love to me, Frank, make me forget.”

  She grasped his stiff cock and guided it towards her sex, the head of it rested against her slit. He paused, and then he pushed slowly inside her, filling her with his cock. He placed his hands on her round bottom, holding her still so he could thrust into her until he was buried to the hilt.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck she straightened her body and pushed forward onto him, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar feel of his girth. Her sex was stretched and full, throbbing as her muscles gripped him tight.

  He buried his head in her hair and breathed in the scent of her, the moment suspended while their bodies became accustomed to each other. Finally he moved, inching out of her slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her. Then he lunged forward, harder this time, his hands still around her plump behind.

  His movements felt so good, filling and emptying her with strong slow strokes. Her nails dug into his back, spurring him on as her climax grew. All self control began to disappear, she felt like a bitch on heat, her body matching his thrusts as she tried to impale herself on him completely.

  Frank's movements became more frenzied; he nipped her neck, and then dropped his head to suck her nipple harshly into his mouth. The feel of his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh made her cry out, the sound making him thrust harder.

  In this way both of them raced to release, his cock spurting its hot seed into the condom. The feel of him pulsing inside her sent her over the edge. She clung to him, biting his shoulder to stop herself from screaming. Her orgasm was the most intense she had ever had, she had accepted the fact that her orgasms were weak and unsatisfying, but now this, this showed her what had been lacking in her marriage. Passion.

  He thrust quick and hard, deep inside her. Her sex gripped him, pulsing around his thick cock, making him come hard. Frank groaned, his rhythm hard and fast, jerking inside her before pushing one final time as deep as he could. They clung together as though melded by the heat between them.

  When his senses finally returned he kissed her neck, stroking her body until the heat had left her. She relaxed and he held the condom and pulled out of her, turning away to find the bin and throwing it away.

  While his back was turned she looked around for something to cover herself with, feeling extremely exposed now the heat of their passion had gone. There was nothing, she slid off the table and disappeared upstairs as qu
ickly as she could so he wouldn’t be able to see her body for too long.

  Chapter Three

  Finding her bathrobe she put it on and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. She tried not to take too long; worried he might leave while she was away. Or maybe that would be best, if he left without another word, no explanations or recriminations.

  Once ready she went back downstairs, she could hear him in the kitchen. “Tea?” he asked when he saw her. He was fully clothed.

  “Yes, please,” she answered.

  “You don’t mind me making it?” he asked, even though the mugs were already out, along with the milk.

  “Not at all.” She pulled a chair out and sat down; trying to stop herself thinking about what had just happened on her kitchen table.

  He poured the hot water onto the teabags and let it stand before adding the milk. Handing her a cup he then sat down opposite her.

  They sat in silence. Charlotte studied the table while Frank studied her.

  Eventually he spoke. “I always thought you and Roger had the perfect marriage.”

  She snorted in derision. “Where did you get that idea from?”

  “His letters, he wrote about what you two got up to, how in love you were. That’s why I didn’t come back, after what happened that night I felt guilty, I could have ruined what you had.”

  “He wrote to you about us?” Charlotte had no idea.

  “Yes, every couple of months. How in love you were, what you were planning, normal happily married stuff.”

  “Roger was a drunk who lived in his own little world. He lied all the time, I sincerely thought he loved me, until we got married, then he changed. Within six months he had lost his job and I had to work to keep a roof over our heads.”

  Frank looked confused, and Charlotte knew he wasn’t lying about the letters. She also knew he was fighting with himself to believe her, because to do so would be to let go of who he thought his best friend had been. A faithful husband who worked hard for his wife, or a drunken loser.

  “I’m sorry, Frank. You can ask around town, they knew he was a drunk, they just don’t know how bad.” She stopped herself from telling him the whole truth; she didn’t want to completely destroy the man Frank thought his best friend had been.

  “Why would he lie to me?” Frank said taking a sip of the hot tea.

  “He was jealous because you had got out of this town. He resented the fact that he was tied down and married while you went off to do whatever you wanted.”

  “We all make our own choices, I thought he loved you and was happy being settled, if anything I was jealous of him.”

  “I can’t believe that. You left, had this great life and a career, he used to tell me about all the things you were doing.”

  “Sure, it’s fun for a while, and then you start to thinking about settling down, but finding a woman willing to put up with all the time I’m away. Let’s say it’s not easy to form a lasting relationship, or maybe that's just me.” He looked at her, and for a moment she thought he was going to say more, and then he decided not to.

  Charlotte glanced at the clock, shocked to see how late it is. “I have to run, my shift starts in twenty minutes.” She grabbed her clothes and rushed upstairs to change, there was no time to shower so she did the best she could and used some deodorant to freshen herself up.

  Going back downstairs she found him still in the kitchen. She didn’t know if this would be goodbye, whether this was the last time she would ever see him. Taking a chance she went over and kissed him, her lips moving against his. When they parted she was breathless, and she wanted to cling to him and ask him to stay.

  “I have to go, I need this shift so I can’t be late.”

  “Shall I walk you?”

  “That would be nice, but if I have any chance of getting there on time I am going to have to go on my bike.”

  “You don’t have a car?”

  “No, I had to sell it to pay for the funeral.” The words slipped out without much thought.

  “He didn’t leave you with anything?”

  “Nope.” Now she really had to go. “Look, there's a spare key in the pot on the fireplace,” she said, and then summoned all her courage to ask, “Will I see you later, I finish at eight?”

  “Did you think I was going to cut and run? After what we just did?”

  “I don’t know what to think, I have no idea what's going on in your head. For all I know you came here to bang your best friends widow. I don’t know you Frank, I have feelings for you, but as to what they're based on, well that's something I need to work out. I am not making any more mistakes in that department.”

  “Bang your best friend's widow, that's what you think that was?”

  She went back to reassure him. “I hope not, but that's what I’m saying, we don’t know each other.” Glancing up at the clock she knew she would be late for work. “Let’s talk later, I really have to go.”

  She was out of the door and on to her bike before he could answer. Following her out he stood and watched as she peddled frantically away from him, He didn’t move until she had become a distant speck, as he turned he noticed the state of the garden and decided some real honest work was just the thing to help him think about where all this was headed. Stripping off his shirt he set himself to the task.

  ***

  Her journey home was a lot slower, the excitement of the day taking its toll on her. By the time she had arrived at work she had been hot and sweaty, and her shift had been busy. Now it was late and she was hungry, and needed a shower.

  The prevailing thought concerning her was whether or not Frank would be waiting for her when she got home. She did not know which one scared her more, the thought of him being there and them having to work out where they went from here, or the thought that he might have left without saying goodbye.

  Him leaving without a word was definitely worse, but what she hoped would happen if he was still there, she could not decide. Her mind wondered over all the things he had done to her on her kitchen table, yes, she would definitely like more of that.

  As to the rest, she knew he would only be on leave for a short time and then he would go back to his army base, which was a good distance away. She didn’t have a car, and couldn't afford bus fare too often. If they were both level headed about this then the best course of action would be for them to go their separate ways, and look back on this with no regret.

  However, level headed did not sound like something she wanted to be, she wanted to have him in her life. He made her feel happy, and needed, something she had never fully experienced before.

  “OK, let’s stop ourselves dreaming of picket fences,” she said to herself, he might have got out of Dodge already for all she knew.

  Cycling up to her house she could see no visible sign he was still there, her heart felt heavy with disappointment. Yet as she got closer she saw someone had been working on her garden, the persistent weeds had been dug up, revealing the few plants and shrubs that had survived neglect.

  Smiling to herself she put her bike away and went into the house, he was in the kitchen washing his hands, naked from the waist up. She watched him for a few moments, which made her body react in a way she was still not used to. A warm feeling in her stomach spread fire through her body and for the first time in a long while she became aware of herself as a woman.

  He must have felt her eyes on him, he turned around smiling. “Those were some tough weeds out there, but it felt good to do something like that, it’s been a long time since I tended a garden.”

  “It looks great, thank you.” She took a couple of steps towards him, and then thought better of it. “I need a shower, help yourself to whatever you need.”

  With that she was heading up the stairs before her passion for him got the better of her. Stripping off her dirty clothes she switched the hot water on and stepped under the shower, letting the warmth ease her aching muscles, and soothe her ache for him.

  She knew she coul
dn’t afford to fall apart over him; she had been too hurt in the past to let her emotions rule her head. Have fun, and a large helping of passion, yes. But don’t ever mistake it for love, that's what gets you ripped up inside. She no longer trusted herself to know the difference between love and lust.

  Closing her eyes she felt much more relaxed, so relaxed in fact that she didn’t hear the bathroom door open, or the sound of the shower door as he pulled it open and slid in. It clicked shut and her eyes flew open, mortified that he would be in there with her.

  Then her eyes dropped down to his stiff length, erect in front of him, just waiting to be touched and stroked. Raising her eyes she gave him a searching look, he simply smiled, all boyish innocence, her breathing seemed to stop.

  “I need a shower too, it was hot work in the garden, and this way you save on hot water.” He smiled and she was disarmed, her heart fluttering as it tried to keep a steady beat.

  No words came from her mouth, her throat felt dry and constricted despite the warm moist air filling the shower cubicle. Frank moved closer, a lot closer, the water from the shower hit his head and splashed onto her breasts, his eyes were drawn to them.

  “Do you need me to soap these for you?” he said reaching for the soap and flannel, working up a rich lather and rubbing her large breasts with it until they were covered in the suds.

  He paid lingering attention to her nipples, rubbing in small circles around them, watching the darker skin get taught and tight. Charlotte closed her eyes and enjoyed everything he did to her, the shower head shooting jets of warm water to wash the suds off, only for him to massage them with the flannel again.

  She swayed slightly, feeling a little off balance, opening her eyes she looked at him, he was enjoying himself immensely, teasing her body like this. Well two could play at that game, her nerve had returned.

  Reaching for the soap she lathered it up in her hands and, when she was satisfied, placed both her hands on his stiff erection, sliding her slippery hands up and down his cock. She was rewarded with a groan of approval, spurred on she gripped him a bit tighter between her hands and pumped his cock, feeling it stiffen even more.