A chap I knew once
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1 through F › As Time Goes By
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,471
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
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I do not own As Time Goes By, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The aftermath of making it come true
It was late afternoon, Matt and Jean were back in bed having said goodbye to Piers a few hours earlier.
“You liked it?” he asked, knowing full well what her answer would be.
“Yes.” Her hand drifted to his groin and she played with him, stroking him lightly, enjoying the feel of the wiry hair in her hand.
Ruefully Matt looked down and said, “I’m afraid, love, that he’s too tired to respond. He had quite a workout.”
Jean smiled. “I enjoy touching you, that’s all.”
“In that case, have at me.” Matt kicked off the covers, spread his legs and tucked his hands beneath his head.
“Cocky bugger”, she laughed. “Turn over and I’ll give you a massage.”
While Jean massaged Matt they talked about last night.
“What was your favorite part of last night?”
“You”, she said simply. “Having you in my pussy, in my mouth, in my ass. Having your hands on me and in me. Having your mouth and tongue and lips kissing every part of me.”
“I thought you liked having Piers in bed with us.”
“I did. But you asked me for my favorite part of last night. I liked fucking and being fucked by Piers, and I liked having two men at the same time, but making love with you was my favorite part of the evening”. She kissed his bottom.
“Would you like me to invite Piers again?”
“Do you want to?”
“It’s your decision”, he said.
“It’s your fantasy”, she parried.
For a long minute they were silent, just looking at each other. He understood her unspoken thoughts.
“Then, no. I won’t. Thank you, though, for last night.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for not pressing.” Jean lay down alongside him and tucked her face between his neck and shoulder, their arms wrapped around each other.
“I love you Jean. After my wife died, I never thought I’d love anyone else again. What I’m trying to say is – God, I can’t believe I’m doing this so badly – will you marry me?”
Jean was silent and as she looked at him, tears welled in her eyes.
“No”, she said and burst into tears. She sat up.
“No?” Matt stared at her in disbelief. “No? Why? Why won’t you say yes?”
“I don’t . . . I can’t . . . No.”
“What? You don’t love me? I can’t believe that!”
“I do love you, Matt. I’m not in love with you.”
“I don’t understand.” Matt was crushed. “I simply cannot believe this.”
“Neither can I. I don’t understand it myself. Matt, you are incredibly dear and important to me. I love being with you, spending time with you, talking to you, making love with you. To be married I want to be deeply, madly, wildly in love. I wasn’t in love with David the way I should have been. It was unfair and hurtful to both of us. I don’t want to be unfair to you.” She was crying but resolute and the longer she spoke, the more sure she was of her decision.
“I’m in love with you.”
“It’s not enough. You deserve more. So do I.”
“More? What more do you want? What don’t I have. . . What can’t I give you that you want?”
“It’s not what you don’t have or can’t give me. It’s what I can’t give you.”
Matt’s face showed his pain; he stood up leaving her on the bed. “I have to go.” He dressed hurriedly and then went to the bedroom door.
“Will I see you again?” she asked.
“I know when I’ve lost a case.” He picked up his keys and removed her front door key from the ring and put it on her dresser. “I’ll send your things.”
“And I’ll send yours”, she said.
Matt walked out of Jean’s bedroom and her life.
Jean cried for her loss but knew it would be wrong to marry Matt. She went to the bathroom and showered, then got dressed. She moved through her house, finding Matt’s belongings, folding and packing them carefully into several cardboard boxes. “Tomorrow’s Monday”, she thought. “I’ll post them on my way to work.”
THE END
“You liked it?” he asked, knowing full well what her answer would be.
“Yes.” Her hand drifted to his groin and she played with him, stroking him lightly, enjoying the feel of the wiry hair in her hand.
Ruefully Matt looked down and said, “I’m afraid, love, that he’s too tired to respond. He had quite a workout.”
Jean smiled. “I enjoy touching you, that’s all.”
“In that case, have at me.” Matt kicked off the covers, spread his legs and tucked his hands beneath his head.
“Cocky bugger”, she laughed. “Turn over and I’ll give you a massage.”
While Jean massaged Matt they talked about last night.
“What was your favorite part of last night?”
“You”, she said simply. “Having you in my pussy, in my mouth, in my ass. Having your hands on me and in me. Having your mouth and tongue and lips kissing every part of me.”
“I thought you liked having Piers in bed with us.”
“I did. But you asked me for my favorite part of last night. I liked fucking and being fucked by Piers, and I liked having two men at the same time, but making love with you was my favorite part of the evening”. She kissed his bottom.
“Would you like me to invite Piers again?”
“Do you want to?”
“It’s your decision”, he said.
“It’s your fantasy”, she parried.
For a long minute they were silent, just looking at each other. He understood her unspoken thoughts.
“Then, no. I won’t. Thank you, though, for last night.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for not pressing.” Jean lay down alongside him and tucked her face between his neck and shoulder, their arms wrapped around each other.
“I love you Jean. After my wife died, I never thought I’d love anyone else again. What I’m trying to say is – God, I can’t believe I’m doing this so badly – will you marry me?”
Jean was silent and as she looked at him, tears welled in her eyes.
“No”, she said and burst into tears. She sat up.
“No?” Matt stared at her in disbelief. “No? Why? Why won’t you say yes?”
“I don’t . . . I can’t . . . No.”
“What? You don’t love me? I can’t believe that!”
“I do love you, Matt. I’m not in love with you.”
“I don’t understand.” Matt was crushed. “I simply cannot believe this.”
“Neither can I. I don’t understand it myself. Matt, you are incredibly dear and important to me. I love being with you, spending time with you, talking to you, making love with you. To be married I want to be deeply, madly, wildly in love. I wasn’t in love with David the way I should have been. It was unfair and hurtful to both of us. I don’t want to be unfair to you.” She was crying but resolute and the longer she spoke, the more sure she was of her decision.
“I’m in love with you.”
“It’s not enough. You deserve more. So do I.”
“More? What more do you want? What don’t I have. . . What can’t I give you that you want?”
“It’s not what you don’t have or can’t give me. It’s what I can’t give you.”
Matt’s face showed his pain; he stood up leaving her on the bed. “I have to go.” He dressed hurriedly and then went to the bedroom door.
“Will I see you again?” she asked.
“I know when I’ve lost a case.” He picked up his keys and removed her front door key from the ring and put it on her dresser. “I’ll send your things.”
“And I’ll send yours”, she said.
Matt walked out of Jean’s bedroom and her life.
Jean cried for her loss but knew it would be wrong to marry Matt. She went to the bathroom and showered, then got dressed. She moved through her house, finding Matt’s belongings, folding and packing them carefully into several cardboard boxes. “Tomorrow’s Monday”, she thought. “I’ll post them on my way to work.”
THE END