Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 67
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Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 63
There she is, standing here in front of me again. She just came back from another summer holiday. That means it must have been two years. *Seriously, two years already? *
We have talked so many times since she left the attic, but it always failed at the same point.
I've been with several women in the meantime, and every time seeing Mel for five minutes and getting a spark of hope is enough to make me realize that the pot I'm currently stirring doesn't match my appetite.
Look at those beautiful blue eyes, tanned skin, sexy braids, and hips that are slightly less robust than when she turned her back on me and left our attic but still scream for my attention.
She laughs so sweetly, we talk so nicely; "Shall we go out for dinner next weekend I ask, I thought it would be nice to talk to you quietly and not be disturbed by these guests," I say pointing at the full room of people on their Saturday night out.
She looks at me so happily, lights a cigarette, inhales, and exhales.
I want to kiss those lips.
"That's good," is all she says. God damn she's beautiful is all I think as she walks towards the exit with a friend.
All week I can think of little else than how good she looked. It's Thursday night I'm DJing and Emilia was supposed to come by tonight. Just before two AM, she walks in. I see her right away from my DJ booth as I have a good view of the entire floor.
You can hardly miss her, a cute face wearing a white blouse. She stands out between all skinny alternative and goth girls in black. Her hips stand out even more my god what an ass, not full round like Mel but serving to the side.
A horse riding ass I always think when I see a lady with her figure.
She's a student and actually what I play is way too loud for her. I adapt my set to her liking just to see her dance, and if there is a song she doesn't like she fills my DJ booth and her hips my hands.
When the adrenaline of a good night of DJing has subsided a bit and we cycle to my house after the after-party I look at her. She hasn't been to my house yet and I still see her as a posh hockey girl.
To be honest, I don't really feel like I am good enough for her.
No idea why, I've had so many hockey girls but in the last few years my girlfriends have been more working class and I feel like it's not sitting right with me.
Or is it that in 48 I have a dinner date with Mel, and I am looking for a way out?
Because what if I'm really going to fuck this chick now and then next week I'm convinced again that it's not going to work because I'm still not over Mel.
It would be the umpteenth time that I have to say "Sorry honey, you're really nice but I just don't feel it."
I decide to be a decent guy and tonight, that first night together, just not to do what I've done wrong so many times before.
This time I'm going to do it with respect.
Panting and wet with sweat she lies on top of me. Both her bra and her panties seem a size too small, but that only makes her more attractive. I feel her hand go to my cock as she sincerely inserts it very smoothly into her, no condom, no nothing.
My god, she rides so good. It is so warm in there, it's like I melt into her.
Shit! I realize what I had decided earlier. "Baby, I don't have condoms," I try.
"It's okay, I'm on the pill," she moans softly in my ear.
Damn, I'm really going to feel so bad next week, if not tomorrow.
I grab her by her waist and pause her, "This really isn't safe, isn't it better..."
Instead of rolling off me she grabs my hands and pushes them against the mattress. "This is actually how I like it best." Her eyes have this naughty glare and I start to get the picture.
Daddy's princess likes a bad boy. But this bad boy doesnยดt want to play. Not this time. Not again.
"Okay, sorry but I just don't want sex this first night."
She looks at me in disbelief.
Rolls off me, as far as she can and doesn't say a word.
When I wake up I see her pulling her too small panties over her too big hips.
I don't know if I should regret not doing it last night. I did the decent thing, but I feel just as bad or worse than if I were to break up.
Without even saying goodbye she walks down the attic stairs and closes the door just a little too hard,
Fuck, I'm so done with this.
How many times have I experienced this now, over and over again....
Then after two years, the realization hit me, something I never doubted for a second with Claudia.
I screwed up with Mel too.
This will never be okay again.
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