My lost loves (part 2)

My Three Loves
Chapter 2

“Uuuhh,” another wave of white heat seared through my body ripping me from my dream like state, and back to reality. I tried to lift my head. I had to get my bearings, but all I could see was the darkening gray sky above. I struggled to gather my strength. I had to reach the house. I had to get help. I fought to stay conscious but I was having trouble breathing and I was getting light headed.

“Yes, darling, I do love you, I love you very, very much,” again I heard a voice drifting into my thoughts. No, not Tanya’s voice this time, this voice I recognized immediately. It was Kris, the woman with whom I shared ten years of my life and the mother of my two daughters. I remember when she first spoke those words to me. It was so many years ago, and yet, I could see her so clearly in my mind. She was propped up on her right elbow staring down into my face after our third, marathon love making session that night.

Again I tried to raise my head, but I was still too weak. I could feel the strength draining from my body and I had to regroup. I laid there and allowed myself to think back to the first time Kris walked into my apartment on the arm of my best friend, George. She was stunningly beautiful and, for the first time since losing Tanya, I found myself interested.

“Brent,” started George, my pleasingly plump friend, “meet Kris, or as she’s known in the modeling world, ‘KA‘”. I stepped forward and lightly took her hand. “How do you do, Kris, Its nice to meet you,” I said trying desperately not to trip over my words. “Please, have a seat. Can I get you something to drink. I have soft drinks plus a fully stocked bar.”

“Thank you,” she said, “I’ll take a glass of white wine if you have it.”

“One glass of white wine coming up,” I said. “George, you want your usual?”

“Yeah,” he answered while sitting in the chair opposite Kris, “that’ll be fine, Brent, thanks.”

While I turned in the direction of the bar George started the conversation. “Brent here is the best damn newspaper photographer in the city,“ he told Kris. “He’s on staff at The Times.” George had a way of exaggerating big time, but I had no problem with him building me up in front of Kris. I knew exactly what he was going to say next as he started to chuckle.

“You know the difference between his job and mine?“ he asked. Kris shook her head. “I shoot the live bodies, he shoots the dead bodies.”

This was George’s standing joke ever since he had gone with me to a crime scene one night. One of our local mafia wise guys had evidently pissed off his boss and was lying on a restaurant floor with several .45 caliber holes in him. I shot a few pictures of the body before the coroner removed it, hence the dead bodies.

George, on the other hand, was the chief photographer for one of the largest studios in the city. They specialized in catalog photography and did most of the work for Sears, J C Penny’s, Montgomery Wards, and almost anyone else who produced a catalog of their wares. George worked with dozens of local models every day, hence the live bodies.

Most of the time George’s little joke didn’t bother me, but I certainly didn’t want this gorgeous creature to associate me with dead bodies. “Don’t listen to him,” I said to Kris, “he’s just jealous because I get my name in the paper every day.”

I handed out the drinks. “White wine for the lady,” I said as Kris reached to take the glass from my hand, “and Kentucky bourbon for George.”

It wasn’t long before we were all engaged in conversation. Kris was so easy to talk to and had a smile that would light up the sky on a moonless night.

As the evening waned on George asked if I wouldn’t mind taking Kris home. I was beginning to wonder what George was up to. He never did say the reason for the visit, and now he wanted me to give this gorgeous woman a ride to her apartment in the burbs.

At that point I really didn’t care about his motives. I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I don’t mind at all,” I said looking at Kris.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I live in Wheeling. That’s a good half hour from here.”

“No problem at all,” I said as we all started for the door.

The first few minutes in the car was filled with small talk until Kris turned her head in my direction. “George was right about you,” she said.

“Right about me? I don’t get it, what was he right about?”

“You’re a really nice guy,” she said with a smile. “I haven’t met too many lately. My last boyfriend was cheating on me and when I called him on it, we broke up.”

“Cheating…on you?”

“Yeah,” said Kris, “and I think it was with more than one woman. Anyway, I was complaining to George and telling him I didn’t think there were any nice guys in this whole city. He said he knew one and asked if I wanted to meet him.”

“So that was the reason for the visit. I wondered.”

“Yep,” she said, “I wanted to meet the one nice guy from Chicago,” she said grinning, “and here you are.”

I learned a long time ago, if you’re interested in someone let them know, ask questions, and pay attention to the answers. Kris loved modeling. She did hand modeling, foot modeling, as well as lingerie. In addition to George using her when ever he could, she also had several other accounts including De Vry’s, one of the biggest jewelers in the city.

By the time we reached her apartment it was getting pretty late. “What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?” she asked.

“Ah, I don’t have to be there until ten,” I answered.

“Good,” she said as she stepped up in front of me. With a slight smile she looked at my shirt and began to unbutton it. She looked back into my eyes. “Then let’s get horizontal.”

Wow, I thought, these big city girls sure do move fast. I was already starting to pitch a tent in my pants. My brain was telling me to slow down, I’ve only known this girl for a few hours. Of course my cock was saying who cares, we’re going to get laid.

I think I was more excited over seeing this breathtakingly beautiful woman naked than I was over having sex with her. With in a few minutes I found myself between her lovely legs giving my tongue the workout of a life time.

She screamed and twisted her body, she grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down into the sweetest pussy I had ever seen. “Oh God,” she exclaimed after coming down from her third or fourth orgasm, “you have a very talented tongue.”

She crooked her finger at me. “Come up here,” she said. As I crawled up further on the bed she reached down and took a hold of the steel bar between my legs and started guiding it home.

“Are you on the pill?” I asked.

She smiled. “Yes, I am. Thanks for asking. Now, quit being so damn nice and fuck me.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. She already had the head of my cock poking at the entrance to heaven. She gave a breathy sigh as I pushed. I knew I wouldn’t last long. The touch of her hand almost had me exploding, but I did managed to hold off a little longer.

“Oh yes, yes,” Kris was screaming. “Harder, harder,” she yelled some more. I starting thrusting harder, faster, her body writhed under my assault.

Just as I felt my balls drawing up tight Kris shrieked in ecstasy and I knew she was coming again. My whole body stiffened and I pumped with one last hard thrust before groaning with the intensity of my own climax. I collapsed on the bed next to her. We laid there, both trying to catch our breath.

“You’re not only a nice guy,” said Kris being the first one to be able to talk, “but you’re not a bad lay either.”

“Kris,” I said still breathing hard, “any man who isn’t inspired by your beauty is dead, and I’m not dead.”

She turned toward me and lightly touch my mouth with her finger. She smiled, gently rubbed her thumb over my lips and kissed me. I hadn’t dated much since Tanya. The trauma of losing her left me scared of getting too close to another woman, afraid of having my heart ripped from my chest again, but as I gazed into Kris’ eyes, I knew I was about to become involved, there was just no way around it.

After several minutes of cuddling, Kris got up and disappeared behind the bathroom door. I could hear water running and in another minute Kris came out with a warm wash clothe. I thought I was in heaven as she reverently bathed my genitals then patted them dry with a hand towel. No one had ever done that for me before but I knew next time it would be my turn.

Kris returned the wash clothe and towel to the bathroom and came back into the bedroom. She climbed on the bed, bent down, and took my semi-hard dick in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and had me at full mast inside of about thirty seconds. She held it upright with her hand and started to rapidly flick her tongue around the very tip then under the head. She knew all the sensitive areas and she knew what to do with them.

She stopped long enough to look into my eyes. “You ready for round two?” she asked.

I was still in euphoria from her able bodied tongue. I closed my eyes, “Oh yeah,” was about all I could get out. Kris crawled up a little and swung her leg over me. She reached behind and steered my missile to its target. Kris laid her hands on my chest and started to moving her body up and down. I took a hold of her waist and helped her on the way up each time. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she picked up the pace. I could hear the bed springs keeping time with the tune of our love making.

“I…I’m going to cum,” I cried, “I’m going to cum!”

“Come on, baby,” she replied not far from the rapture again herself.

Suddenly my body convulsed in an upward movement. I sat up wrapping my arms around Kris’ lushes body just as she too erupted unleashing wave after wave of erotic sensations.

We rested on the bed next to each other giggling at our own exhaustion.

“I know this is probably a silly question to ask a man,” said Kris in a soft voice, “but did you enjoy it, because I sure did.”

“I can’t think of anything I could possibly enjoy more,” I said turning my head and kissing her on the lips.

“What time do you have to get up in the morning?” she asked.

“Oh, I should be out of here by seven anyway,” I said, “that’ll give me time to get home, shower, and change my clothes.”

“Okay, I’ll set the alarm for six. That’ll give us time for a quick fuck before you have to go,” Kris said with a devilish, little smile.

We cuddled in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep. The next morning we not only screwed like rabbits again, but Kris asked if I could make it back again that night. I did…that night, and the night after, and the night after that. In fact, Kris and I started spending all of our free time together. We became a couple, a couple who was falling in love.

Six months had flown by like a whirlwind. I knew what my feelings were for Kris. I felt so vulnerable. Not since Tanya had I allowed my heart to open up like this. The problem was, neither of us had actually spoken those, so important, three little words. Did they really need to be spoken or could they just be understood? I was terrified to say them first. What if she didn’t say them back?

One of the nice perks of working for the newspaper was our revolving work schedule. Every third month we got a three day week-end. We would work Friday until about five, then have Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off, not having to be at work again until two o’ clock Tuesday afternoon. My long week-end was coming up in another week and I had something planned.

I asked Kris if she had ever been to Door County Wisconsin. I knew she hadn’t because George told me earlier it was somewhere she always wanted to go but never got the chance. When I asked her if she could clear her calendar and go for the week-end she jumped at it.

By the time we arrived in Ephraim, our destination, it was too late to do anything other than check in to our motel and get a good night’s sleep. The next day, however, was filled with things to do. We found a quaint, little ma and pa restaurant that had the best eggs and sausage either of us had ever eaten. From there we toured antique shops, art galleries, and wineries.

We strolled the waterfront arm in arm and watched the waves of Lake Michigan thunder in and crash violently against the pre-historic rock formations along the shore line. Later that evening we dined at a fabulous, little restaurant in town that came highly recommended by everyone.

All night I tried to keep from showing my nervousness. I had to ask the question tonight, the answer to which, would certainly impact the following night, as well as the rest of my life.

By the time we got back to our room we both needed a shower. She stepped in first but I was right behind her. I reached around and lathered her magnificent breasts just as she reached around, took my cock with her soapy hand, and slowly started stroking my rigid member. I pushed it into the crack of her ass and moved up and down. Kris started to moan. She took a step back, braced her hands on the shower stall wall, and gave me full access to her love canal.

I wasted no time in slipping my stiff cock all the way in. Kris threw her head back as she met my every thrust with her own rhythm. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her tight as we both climaxed.

Kris was having such a good time, she was like a kid at heart. We dried each other off and ran right into bed. I laid down. My cock was already starting to stiffen again. Kris sucked into her mouth without a second thought. She used every trick she knew and was driving me absolutely wild with desire. Soon I was on top of her again pounding away with wanton enthusiasm. We both came in a climatic euphoria that shook the beams in the ceiling.

We rested for a few minutes then started again, this time, however, I wanted to make love, slow passionate love. I cradled her head in my arm and kissed her softly. She moaned with delight as I caressed the erogenous zones behind her ears, down the nap of her neck, around her shoulders, and then moving to her breasts. She arched her back and whimpered as I gently pinched her nipples.

I worked my way down the tight muscles of her flat stomach and on to the recently shaved mound that lay in wait between her legs.
I brought her to one climax after another before lovingly slipping my cock into her eagerly summoning hole. I moved with a burning passion that comes only from the heart.

It was after two the morning by the time we were both spent. We laid with our bodies intertwined. It was now or never, I thought.

“Honey?”

“Uh huh,” she answered as if in a dream.

“I have to ask, you’ve never said anything. Do you love me?”

Kris looked over at me. She propped herself up on her right elbow and looked down into my face. “Yes darling I do love you. I love you very, very much.”

That was all I needed to put the rest of my plan into action. I smiled up at her, raised my head and kissed her. “I love you too, honey, but then I’m guessing you already knew that.”

Sunday morning we were up early. Everything was so beautiful neither of us wanted to waste a minute of the little time we had left. Today was going to be picture day. I grabbed my Nikon and we were off to capture on film, another day of wondrous adventures. Together we explored ancient caves, climbed the highest peaks, and tried to interpret three hundred year old native American art.

At the end of a full day we returned to our motel room to shower and change into clothes suitable for a pleasant evening of dining and dancing.

By the end of the evening I was afraid Kris might be too tired for me to carry out the rest of my plan, but when I asked her if she’d like to go down by the water and gaze at the full moon for a while, she was all for it.

We changed into some warm, comfy clothes and walked to a little bench outside of our room.