xxx story: Two Lost Souls – Chapter 2A
by T. Foxal
Please read Two Lost Souls, so you have a better understanding of Pete and Sandy. Both went through divorces and were there for each other during those bleak times, but only as friends. Although they may have lusted for one another, they never acted on that until both were free.
After sharing their first night of taking their friendship to a new level, with some of the most sensual love making the two have ever encountered, then waking to each other and showing their naughty, animalistic side earlier in the morning. Pete and Sandy somehow managed to leave the bed, and make breakfast.
Sandy went and used the bathroom first, and came out wearing a pink satin robe, that stopped at her knees. She winked at Pete and told him that she put a new toothbrush out for him to use, then said she was going to start breakfast.
Pete asked, “Where shall I put the toothbrush when finished?”
Sandy replied, “In the holder, next to mine silly.” Then went downstairs. Unlike Pete’s house, which is a Bungalow, Sandy’s in a traditional Colonial style, with 4 bedrooms, with a living room, family room, dining room and kitchen on the first floor.
While Pete got ready, Sandy had started making the bacon, and stood at the stove and thought about last night and this morning. She thought about how he looked, with his defined pecs, and abs and his muscular arms. Oh and that impressive cock he has, which was much bigger than Bill’s. She thought back to the two men she ever had sex with before last night.
Her first time was with her high school boyfriend, and that was ok, and then Bill. Who, back then, and many years during their marriage was a tender lover, always looking to make sure she enjoyed their lovemaking. They loved sex and experimented in many ways and places. But, as the years wore on, Bill had lost some interest in her, especially the last few years of their marriage.
Like many women, Sandy blamed herself. Granted, she tried to keep the weight off, but as she grew older, into her 40’s, she could never escape the little bulge in her tummy, and her boobs started to sag.
She also thought how she was this prim and proper woman, outside the bedroom, but at times, loved letting loose in it, and being naughty and talking dirty to Bill, which he really did not care for so much. Always afraid the kids would hear them.
Sandy then thought about this morning, especially after last night, when the love making was so real, and could not believe that Pete got her to orgasm twice, which was highly unusual for her. But her thoughts about this morning alarmed her. Did she go too far. Did she let down her guard and now Pete thinks of her as some slut? These were questions gnawing at her.
When Pete was done with his teeth and washing his face, he donned the satin pajama bottoms, and padded downstairs. He first went to the window and looked out at the drive and street, and saw that there had to be a good 6 more inches of snow on the drive. He thought to himself, “I’ll go plow right after we eat, then see what this gorgeous woman would like to do today.”
Pete then walked up behind Sandy, placed his arms around her mid-section and lightly kissed her neck. Sandy stiffened at that, but then relaxed. But Pete felt the stiffening, and then released her.
“Breakfast will be ready in a few. Why don’t you set the table for us, while i finish up here.” Sandy said in a pretty monotone voice.
Pete did as was asked, but he now worried that what they had experienced, last night and this morning, was weighing heavily on Sandy’s mind. He thought he would talk with her later about. “Why spoil what we shared, so soon after it happened.”
They ate in pretty much peace, with not too much talk between them, except for Sandy asking his plans for the day. Pete told her he really didn’t have any, except for clearing the drives, which he was going to do after eating.
After eating, Pete helped her with the dishes, then got dressed and headed home, after a light kiss on the lips from Sandy, and start the plowing.
It was still snowing as he got the tractor going and started down his drive.
As he plowed, all he could think about was Sandy, and the beautiful time he spent with her. He had yearned for her for the past few years, but would never act on that. One, because of her still married to that asshole he now saw that Bill was. And two, because they did share a special friendship, that he was so afraid would end, if sex was introduced.
“Damn. Did we fucked this up last night, by what we did?” he asked himself. He hoped not. He knew she was concerned about the age gap, but screw that. He cared deeply for Sandy, probably as deep as he has ever cared for any woman in his life. “I could easily fall in love with her. Hell, I think I am already and have been for a long time now. She had seen me at my worst, during the divorce, and I had seen her too.” Pete thought as continued his snowy, cold job.
Sandy had just finished her shower and was back downstairs, still in only her robe. She stood at the window, when she heard the tractor in her drive. As she stood there and look at Pete plowing, she thought, “Oh God. Why did we have sex. Not just sex, but love making. It was great, and he is so tender, and loving, oh Christ, so sexy to look at. What in God’s name does he see in me.?”
She continued looking out at him and wondering, was this a mistake? Could she allow him into her soul? Could she actually love a man again. “Oh Christ, I think I am already in love with him. Damn, why do we have to have so many years separating us. Life is so unfair.” Then she made up her mind that they needed to talk, and put an end to this, before either got hurt any further, and this will hurt.
Sandy was still staring out the window, when Pete shut down the tractor and came in. He took off his coat and boots and laid them in the laundry room and stepped into the kitchen.
“My God, it is cold out there and the snow just keeps coming. I am sure I’ll have to do this again tonight or tomorrow morning.”
Sandy did not face him, but asked, “Like some coffee?” Of course Pete said yes, but her could tell from her posture, something was wrong.
Sandy finally faced him when she handed him the cup of coffee. She had tears running down her face and Pete asked, “What’s wrong?”
Sandy grabbed his hand and led him to the couch. “Let’s talk.” Sandy took the opposite end of the couch from Pete, for fear if she was to close, she couldn’t say what she wanted to say.
“Look.” she started, “Last night was so special. I have never felt so connected to a person, and felt so strong about a person, well, since my wedding night.” Pete started to say something, but Sandy put up her hand to stop him.
“Let me get this out before you say anything.”
“It was perfect last night, at least for me. You made such tender love to me and I felt we belonged together like this. But then reality hit me this morning. Pete, I am much older than you. I’m 51 and in a few months, 52, and you are going to be 38. Hell, I haven’t even gone through menopause yet, but that is coming, and it is not something I am looking forward too.”
She sniffled then “I can’t even imagine what that is going to be like. But I know my older sister went through it recently and she was a bitch. The hot flashes, and the bitchiness, and oh yeah, the diminished sex drive. Why in god’s name would I want to put you through that.”
Pete’s eyes were starting to well up. He knew she was ending this before it even got any traction to start.
“Do I have feelings for you? Oh God, if you only knew. I’ve had them for a very long time, but never acted on them, only because you were my friend, hell, best friend and confidant, and I never wanted to lose that.”
Tears were flowing out of her eyes now, as she continued. “Then, last night, when you entered me, you awakened something deep inside me. I felt so loved and connected to you, but I know now, that should not be. Look at me, I’m hot mess right now. I am fat, and feel unattractive, and think in 10 years, when I am 61 and you are 47. I may not even want sex, or at least not as frequently, like I yearn for now. You deserve someone younger, prettier, and much sexier than me.”
Sandy then bowed her head and was holding it with her hands, to cover her crying. Pete moved to be next to her, and try and comfort her.
As he held her close, tears were starting to run down his cheeks, “May I speak now?” Sandy nodded her head.
“First off, our age gap means nothing to me. I have never once considered it. And, I don’t plan too either. I was raised Catholic, like you, but when the marriage started failing, and then when she left, I question God on many occasions, and why he did this to me. All during my marriage, I never strayed, not once. Hell, I never thought of any other woman then. I thought I had my perfect mate.”
“Then, through the years, you were always, and I mean always, there for me. You listened to me, offered me advice, but most of all, you were my friend, whom I consider to be my best friend. Just so you know. Many times, during a week, I think of you. How your day is going, what you had planned. I even wondered if some man came into your life, and got a bit jealous. You also know I have not dated much. I am so scared to let down my guard to people. You are the only person I have done that with, since April.”
Sandy was now looking at Pete, as he continued. “Then last night, I made love to the woman I care most deeply about. We did not have sex. We did not, excuse the expression, fuck. We made passionate love to each other. This morning too, we made love again. Yes, it was a bit more boisterous, and naughty. But a couple should be able to open up like that, when they care deeply, like we do, for one another. I loved that you were like that this morning.”
Pete stroked her face. “But, if this means losing you as my friend, then I will back away, but still be there for you, no matter what. Do I want more? Oh Hell yes. I want to date you. I want to fall madly in love with you. I want to spend every minute of free time with you and explore life together. That’s how I feel. But, I can put that aside, if I am going to lose you and your precious friendship.”
Parent Post: Two Lost Souls – by T.Foxal
- Two Lost Souls - Chapter 2A
- Two Lost Souls - Chapter 2B
- Two Lost Souls - Chapter 3A
- Two Lost Souls - Chapter 3B
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