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Though not blatantly pornographic, reader discretion is advised. Were this a movie, it would probably gain an R rating. This story was written as an exploration of character and while it might be considered erotic, the intent was to delve into the minds of the characters rather than to sexually arouse the reader. If you are looking for that you should look elsewhere. However, if you are offended by sexuality, you should look somewhere else as well. *** After all these years, I still come back here. After all this time, I still return once a year, and I will until the day I die. Every year, the same day. September 17th, the most important day of my life. I still remember the first time I walked into this bar. I was a young man then, but in all these years its still the same. It's funny looking back and thinking about yourself when you were young. It's funny to think of yourself in your twenties. So alive. So vital. So full of hope. I was a young man then and I was on top of the world. I look back now and I realize that I had not yet begun to live. The things that mattered so much then seem to mean so little now. It was the first time I had been in St. Louis. I was there on business. It was my first meeting with the Williams and Company people. The most important thing in my life then was to get that contract signed. And I knew I was going to get it signed. I could feel it in my toes. I was only twenty seven then. I had only been in business for myself for just over a year and the Williams and Company contract was the biggest that I had seen in that time. I was so prepared. I had researched the company for nearly two months before I ever even contacted them. I had spent three weeks preparing that contract. I had rehearsed my introduction thousands of times on the train to St. Louis. "Hello Mr. Williams. So nice to meet you, sir." "Hello Mr. Williams. I am very much looking forward to doing business with you." "Hello, Mr. Williams. I can't wait to show you how my services can increase your profits." I was so prepared. I was so ready to take on the world. Back then, Williams and Company was the most important thing there was in the world to me. Today, "Williams" is just a name. I couldn't even tell you what they did. Felicia isn't a name. It's so much more. It's music. It's poetry. It's the very definition of beauty. Nothing on earth could have prepared me for the first moment I saw her. There were no words I could have rehearsed. There was no paperwork I could have filed. There were no reports that could have debriefed me. Nothing in my twenty-seven years had prepared me for that moment. The moment she stole my breath away. I haven't regained it since. I'd been traveling cheaply to keep my expenses down. The small motel I was staying in didn't have its own bar so I had gone across the street to get a drink. I so thought I needed one. Some naive part of me had honestly believed that I'd sell Mr. Williams on the retainer in just a few hours at that first meeting, and it was no small disappointment when I didn't. I was crushed. Part of me thought I was doomed that my entire operation was going to fold, but I knew all I needed was a scotch to put me back on my feet. That's all I thought I needed. But I was so wrong. That moment. The first moment that I learned what beauty meant. That image will be burned in my mind forever. Five tiny little fingers. The most perfect fingers that god had ever created wrapped around a small cocktail glass. That's all I saw at first. Not breasts. Not legs. Not eyes. Not even a smile. Just five little fingers wrapped around a glass. That was all I needed. Ten seconds earlier I would sworn to God Almighty himself that there was no such thing as love at first sight. Forty-seven years later and I can tell you that there is really no other kind. I didn't talk to her at first. I know it sounds silly, but for the longest time, I just sat there in my booth, watching her sip that strawberry daiquiri. It really never occurred to me to approach her. The moment was just too perfect. I wanted it to last forever. She was like a beautiful painting. A graceful ballet. I would sooner have died than interrupt the performance. I would have laid down my life before I marred that image. I didn't die, and the moment didn't last forever. I honestly don't know how long it lasted. It was probably several minutes. In my mind, I remember it being days. Everything else had faded away. Who made the first move? I don't remember approaching her; I don't remember her walking over to me. I don't remember what we spoke about. What I do remember is her voice. Soft as goose down. Sweet as nectar. I remember being there for hours as I listened to her talk. Listening to her voice. Just loving to hear her speak. That night, I thought that I knew everything there was to know about Felicia Martinez, but for the forty-three years that followed, I don't think there was a single day that I didn't learn something new. Forty-three years. They seem like ten seconds compared to the four that I have been through since. But then there are nights like tonight where I think back and remember, and each second seems to last an eternity. I'm back at the motel and I open the door to my room. Room 317. Our room. A bed the size of the one that I slept in when I was a child. Wallpaper that faded and turned yellow decades ago. Two chairs and a table that do not match. I see the crack in one of the tiny windows that hasn't been repaired in the two years since I first noticed it. Tonight, as it has been every September 17th for the past forty-seven years, this room is the penthouse suite. I close my eyes and I'm twenty-seven years old, a young man with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen by my side. I lead her into the small room and take her coat. She looks around nervously as I watch her. "Don't worry," I say, a little unsure of myself. She smiles that crooked little smile that I have always loved and tells me she's not worried at all. I know she is because I am too. I kiss her bare white shoulder very gently as I slide the strap of her summer dress down. I feel her quiver at the touch of my breath as she releases a small sigh. Again I reassure her that everything will be all right as I take those small perfect fingers in my hand. She squeezes and I squeeze back. I find her lips with mine and we engage in our first kiss. My eyes close and I imagine that we are falling together through the clouds. Hand in hand a smile on both our faces, falling or soaring, like eagles; I'm not sure which. But in the sky, the only people alive. This moment forever. We touch down and I open my eyes to find us lying side by side. She opens her eyes when I pull away my lips. Our bodies entwined in scandalous fashion, improper for a couple not yet married. Ten times so for one who only met hours ago. I notice my hand upon her breast and issue my apology as I draw it away. "It's okay," she whispers to me as she tightens her grip behind my neck. "But," I try to protest once more. "Shhh, it's okay," Felicia whispers again as she silences me with another kiss. I've seen a naked woman before. I was seventeen and Jimmy. Jimmy. I can't remember his last name. Jimmy and I went to the peep show after school. I remember being nervous. I remember being almost frightened. I remember Jimmy laughing at me when my excitement got the better of me and I ejaculated in my trousers. I remember my confession to Father Delgado barely an hour later. I remember my apologies and my prayers to God for forgiveness. But here and now. Fornication. Premarital sin. And I know the Lord cannot disapprove. Never had anything in my life felt so right as holding Felicia's head against my chest. She sits up and those tiny perfect fingers slowly fumble with each button on the front of her dress. I have no words. I dare not even breathe. She takes one last look into my eyes as I try to tell her she doesn't have to do this. She closes her eyes and our gaze is broken as she pulls her dress down and exposes her breasts. "It's okay. It's okay," she keeps telling me. Reassuring me that the pain is not too bad. Comforting me the way that I should be comforting her. "It's okay," she says as I press our bodies together. Her face betrays her pain. I brush her cheek and lift away a tear. "I love you, Felicia," I say for the very first time, and I feel her fingers run through the back of my hair as we make love till morning. I still feel her fingers running through my hair. Hair that I haven't had for over twelve years. I close my eyes and I still see those slender fingers and those milky white shoulders, I lie alone, naked in a bed too small for me now and too small for the two of us then. Alone, but still I feel her lying here with me. END You may find other stories of mine at: /~kvagabond - Take a look and tell me what you think. -Krystoff ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 64