Damn, looks like I stopped getting notifications on this thread again. That seems to happen from time to time. Got some catching up to do, I guess. But first...

 

Nick and I sat up in bed post love, our bodies pressed close. Nick's rich dark skin pressed against my pale flesh, his muscular thighs stretched out in front of him one heavy arm draped lovingly over my shoulder, Nick played with the locks of my hair which tumbled down my neck and across my chest.

I could see where Nick was staring, silently our breath in unison. Nick was gazing at my sex, soft and smooth, devoid of hair. I parted my thighs slightly and ran a a finger across my slick labia feeling out his love which seeped from my core and then picking up the silky nectar brought my fingers to my lips. Nick watched me and smiled and kissed me gently on the neck.

" You can stay the night" I said but after a few seconds pause Nick replied that it wasn't possible. I knew immediately what that meant. I had guessed all along but had been to scared to hear the answer I knew would follow to have said anything. I felt something rise up inside me. " You are married " I whispered.

I should have been angry, outraged. I should have felt sick to the pit of my stomach but I didn't. I felt sad, sad that someone else had Nick, that he could never be mine

I slipped from his arms and stood, grabbing my panties which had been ripped from me earlier and pulled them up. " Its complicated2 Nick replied. " It always is " I spat out with just the right amount of spite to sting as I hoped it would.

Nick slipped from the bed and grabbed me, held me close and kissed me. I didn't push him away, I kissed him back, kissed like I would never be kissed again and pulled him toward the bd. We both collapsed backward Nick groping my breasts, tugging once more at my panties and slipping his fingers inside me in search of what he had left as memento.

I didn't say a word, desperately fighting a war against the tears filling up inside me which I would never want him to see