Finding Rebecca

He closed his eyes and thought of Rebecca. Her beautiful face and the gorgeous body that was more mature than she was. In an odd twist of fate he envisioned her pleasuring herself amongst the clothes out front, while he did the same in the bathroom. If his thoughts were projected onto a screen, and shown side by side with what she really was doing during his absence, the two versions would be nearly identical. 

Rebecca was as every bit in need of release as he was. And she certainly knew what he was doing, and that was what she imagined when she moved her body behind a wall of dresses. She hoped that nobody would enter the quiet store and disturb the frenzied masturbation that they were both shamelessly resorting to.

Once hidden, she unsnapped the chrome button and tugged down the shiny chrome zipper. The tiny shorts stayed in place, held there by her soft round hips. Her right hand moved inside, underneath the thong. She gasped when her fingers touched the wet folds and a sudden jolt of tingling delight rushed through her awakened flesh. Slippery wetness smeared on the probing fingers. Her left hand reached up and grasped a soft breast and squeezed roughly on the swell.

He thought of her doing exactly that same thing, huddled amidst the clothes that would not sell, as he stroked his steel-hard shaft. He oozed semen, and he dabbed the purplish-pink head with the tissue paper. His right hand moved back and forth slowly at first, but the more he thought of her, the faster his pumping became. Another thick drop of semen collected, and suspended in the drops were rapidly wiggling seeds that would never perform their intended task.

Rebecca allowed the soft groaning that she emitted, for the bell would warn of customers and the flushing of a toilet would caution her of James? impending approach. Her mind was on his long knurled shaft, leaking with the seed that her cruel teasing inspired. She licked her lips and squeezed her breast harder, until a slight surge of stinging pain announced the protestations of her abused nipple. Two fingers moved up and down her juicy hot slit, rubbing on and near her clitoris. Her clothing absorbed the considerable amount of fragrant wetness that leaked from her center and soaked her fingers.

She imagined herself kneeling between his legs, her body free of clothing, as he sat on the toilet. His hands would be stroking back and forth, with pleasure written on his contorted face and beads of perspiration on his forehead. Her fingers rubbed on her pussy faster as the thought stimulated her body. Climax loomed closer as she pictured him ejaculating and shooting thick creamy gobs of hot semen onto her lips and face, and dripping down onto her breasts and nipples. Her tongue would lick his seed from her lips and creamy mounds.

As she imagined the smell and taste of his hot semen she reached orgasm, and the sexual release she so badly needed arrived. Her body briefly writhed and shuddered, and the hanging clothes jiggled and betrayed her location although nobody was present to see it. Two loud gasps and a series of loud groaning accompanied the wave of delight that satisfied and relieved her quivering flesh. A final squirt of nectar signaled the end of the body-jarring event.

?I wish that teasing bitch was here, I?d come all over her fine face and gorgeous tits,? James said in a frustrated voice. 

He?d have her kneeling between his legs, naked, with her lips close to the tip of his penis. The thought of it assisted the rise of his semen, and he felt its wonderful ascent. His body twitched in undeniable ecstasy, and the shaft swelled larger still on the verge of climax. And when the seed had completed its journey he grunted, much louder than he anticipated. He jerked wildly on the toilet as a stream of thick semen was dispensed, followed by two more that drained the contents of his balls. The tissue in his left hand captured the fluid, but behind his closed eyes it was her lips, face, and breasts that received it.

They cleaned up any evidence of their individual acts, although the air retained the smell of their activities. He dropped the tissue into the toilet and flushed. When Rebecca heard this warning she buttoned the front of her shorts. She forgot the zipper, and it would make him wonder about how she occupied her time during his absence.

She detected a change in his emotional state afterwards. It confirmed in her mind that during his absence he masturbated. She wondered if she thought the same of her. And then he glanced down and saw the lowered zipped and briefly smiled.

?I'm going to run to the diner across the street and pick us up some lunch,? he said. ?Does anything in particular sound good??

?Anything will work, plus maybe a little something for dessert?? she decided.

?We can share a slice of their infamous cream pie.?

After eating hamburgers and fries at the small table in his improvised studio apartment at the back of the store he brought out the pie. White cream was piled high on a pie crust, and its white surface was sprinkled with chocolate.

?Sorry about the accommodations,? he said apologetically.

?I think it's cute,? she decided as she looked around. ?And the commute time is to die for.?

James laughed aloud. He loved her sense of humor and everything else about her. She was fun to be around, and had so much energy. It was a big change from when he picked her up on the side of the road last night. But there was no evidence of the fear and dread he saw in those gorgeous gray eyes last night. She almost seemed like a different person.

He picked up a fork and took a bite. He nodded approvingly.

She leaned towards him and opened her mouth. He cut off a piece, stabbed it with the fork, and carefully guided it into her mouth. Her extended tongue supported the bottom of the shell as he retracted the fork, but her lips closed too quickly and the cream covered her lips and pushed up her nose. Her body shook with laughter as she tried not to launch the pie across the room. She somehow managed to swallow it before she coughed.

?You missed a little,? he told her.

?Where??

He reached his hands out and cupped her soft, warm face. Their eyes met in a magical gaze very similar to the one they shared the previous evening in the flashing red lights of the train. He lost himself in those dazzling gray eyes. They were so honest and open. He could feel the radiance of her soul and the happiness that filled her heart. 

He wanted to kiss her, but the memory of Priscilla filled his mind and saddened his heart. The grief and pain returned. He removed his hands, wiped away the smudge of cream, and the moment passed. He didn't see the sadness that suddenly showed in her gray eyes, or the tears that welled up around them. And he was blind to the look of love and how she adored him, for his aching heart would not allow him to see it.

?It's not very good,? he admitted, referring to the pie. ?Want any more??

She pointed towards the bathroom and walked in that direction. He got up and cleared the table of dishes and threw away the bag and wrappers. She closed the bathroom door just as tears spilled down her cheeks. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded her head in disbelief.

?What are you doing here?? she asked herself. ?This is crazy. He won't seriously consider you because of the age difference and he's not emotionally available. You're getting in way over your head.?

She laughed at her own stupidity, unrolled some toilet paper, and carefully dabbed at her eyes. She avoided rubbing, because then he would see them reddened and would know something upset her. Once the tears were dry she flushed the toilet to disguise her true reason for being there, ran the sink water for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and returned to him.

After lunch they looked through wholesale clothing catalogs but her heart wasn't in it. He knew the mood had changed but he did his best to avoid talking about it. She pointed out a few new styles that she liked while James jotted down the information and kept track of costs. After an hour she rose from her chair and told him she needed to get going.

?Look, I'm really sorry for hurting you,? he delivered the heartfelt apology. ?I mean about everything. I feel like a complete ass.?

?You are an ass, but not for the reasons you think,? she replied. The look of confusion on his face reaffirmed her belief that all men were idiots.

The air was tense and she wasn't prepared for heartbreak. She smiled, playfully punched him on the shoulder, turned, and walked out of the boutique and his life. Or so she thought.

?Uh!? she exclaimed in frustration as she walked home. ?How could he be so blind? He thinks he hurt me for kissing me last night. Didn't he see how happy I was when I woke up this morning? Couldn't he recognize the fact that I'm happier now than I've been for months? I was a different person this morning than I was last night because of him. Why can't he acknowledge that??

Hot tears streaked and reddened her face. She dodged her mom when she arrived at the house and hurried to her room. She grabbed a worn paperback book from the shelf and curled up with it on the bed. Now she could understand why Nora decided to throw herself off the cliff. The emotional pain of rejection was very real and very sharp.

?Why does life have to be so hard??

* * * * *

Rebecca wrestled with her decision not to show up at the boutique the following morning. Her heart was still broken and she couldn't find the courage to face him. She knew that he was struggling with the business, but if he hadn't picked her up that night she never would've known who he was or of his troubles. So why did she insist on making his problems hers? She had her own share. It would take several days to get the clothes he was ordering, she finally decided. There wasn't much more she could do anyway.

?Sweetheart, why aren't you applying for colleges?? her mom asked when she saw her only daughter curled up in bed reading another of the supermarket romance novels. ?Oh, Dick called.?

?If he calls again tell him it's over,? she instructed. ?They're all idiots.?

A look of exasperation appeared on her mother's face. She didn?t know what was wrong but knew better than to ask. She threw up her hands in frustration and disappeared from view.

Rebecca spent the day in bed. When one novel was finished she grabbed another. It wasn't until after lunch that she bathed, but even then she retreated to a corner of the living room and read about another doomed romance. She nibbled at dinner, helped her mom with dishes, and returned to her bedroom.

It was early evening when she realized she had to face him. Even if it was to tell him that she wouldn't be helping at the boutique any more. Her heart still ached for him but she was hesitant about being hurt again.

She thought it odd that the OPEN sign was still in the window. Had he forgotten to slide it to the CLOSED position, or was something terribly wrong? She was filled with a sense of dread as she cautiously approached the door. When she turned the handle she discovered it was still unlocked. She pushed it open slowly, reached a hand up, and silenced the bells that typically announced someone's arrival.

Rebecca moved the sign to the CLOSED position and walked towards the back of the store. She saw him sitting at the table where they shared lunch. An overhead lamp illuminated him in a pool of yellowish light. A small shirt box lay open on the table, and pictures were scattered across the flat wood surface.

She froze. He hadn't seen her yet. She looked at him for several moments, wondering if she should even be there. He sat flanking the table, his left elbow down and holding his head. All she could see was his full head of dark hair. And then she heard him sobbing. Tears dripped onto the floor beneath him and pooled. 

She didn't know how long she was standing there when he eventually sensed her presence, looked up, and recognized her. She was dressed in the same skimpy white shorts and a pink short-sleeved buttoned blouse. The blouse was tied off at the bottom and revealed her flat, smooth midriff and the glittering gold belly ring.

?I've been trying so hard to hang onto her,? he explained in a choked voice. ?It's like she's been hanging over the edge of a balcony. I'm looking down at her and my hands are reaching out and grasping her fingers. But I can't feel her fingers any more. I can't see her face. I've lost her.?

?She's gone,? Rebecca gently confirmed.

Suddenly she felt pain in her heart. She couldn't bear to see him like that. She rushed forward. He looked up when he heard her footsteps and smiled through his tears. Rebecca straddled his lap facing him. His arms reached out, around her waist, and pulled her close. She hugged his shoulders. His sobs continued, and hers began. 

A mechanical clock ticked off the seconds, the minutes, and then the hours. For over two hours they embraced in pained silence. Rebecca would have held him all night if necessary. Finally his head lifted off her shoulder and looked into her amazing gray eyes.

?You look pathetic,? she said, and they both laughed through the tears that finally ceased to flow. 

?And you look stunning,? he replied.

?I'm sorry she's gone, James, but I'm not, not yet,? she whispered in warning. ?I need you, and I need you to show me that you need me too.?

This time when he gazed deeply into her eyes his broken heart allowed him to see the love and adoration that they revealed. Her heart soared and quickened when she saw his validation of her heartfelt emotions. The magic in their embrace returned. Rebecca knew that if he let this moment pass, she would have to leave and never again return.

But this time would be different. His red eyes closed and he leaned towards her. She softly sighed as their lips met. Their faces touched as he kissed her upped lip, and then she kissed his. The tip of his tongue extended and lightly traced the outline of her lip. Her tongue anxiously extended and drew his into her warm mouth. She shuddered in excitement and her nipples hardened as she hugged him tighter. 

His desire to touch her breasts returned, and this time he would not deny himself the temptation. As his left arm remained looped around her slender waist his right hand moved between their bodies. She felt the movement and hoped it meant what she thought it might, but for one desperate moment Rebecca was uncertain. When the hand cupped her left mound through her pink blouse she groaned loudly in approval. The warmth of his palm and fingers generated tingling delight that filled her young body and tears of joy welled up in her eyes.

Her firm mound felt glorious beneath his fingers. James tenderly squeezed and rubbed upon it. His thumb pressed against the hard peak that pulsated with excitement. 

The kissing became passionate as their mouths tightly embraced. Hot, darting tongues entwined and hungrily swirled about. His left arm withdrew from her waist and the hand lovingly stroked the right side of her beautiful face. She couldn't get her tongue far enough into his sweet mouth to satisfy her insatiable hunger, nor could he. 

Rebecca desperately wanted to open his chest and pull his comforting body around her, and never leave. With that desire in mind her hands retreated from his neck and her trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Her frustration grew as they resisted so her hands grasped the fabric and angrily tore it apart. Plastic buttons popped off and clattered noisily across the floor. She ripped it a second time; the remaining buttons flew free.

James sensed her immediate need and tore the fragile blouse open. Her hands united the knot and pulled it apart. She pressed her body tightly against his. Her soft breasts crushed upon his hairy chest as she hugged him with all her strength. He felt her hard nubs as they dug into his skin. Their bodies vibrated in rhythm with their beating hearts.

Their kissing mouths retreated and they gazed deeply into the colored orbs that sparkled with excitement. He saw the wetness of tears upon her cheeks and the smile on her lips. Her soft hands gently embraced his face and caressed his cheeks as their heavy breathing slowed.

His eyes looked down at the upright swells of her flesh and the pulsating pink tips. 

"I was wrong," he declared.

"About what?"

"Your tits," he clarified.

"They're not exceptional? You've revised your opinion of them?" she questioned with a fake look of disappointment on her face.

"Yes," he confirmed as he teased her in a serious voice. "They're just average, I'm afraid."

"I challenge you to reconsider." She placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up until her breasts dangled before his eyes. 

Her body bounced and they wiggled seductively. James placed his fingers beneath them and raised the firm masses of soft tissue and carefully appraised them. His head lowered and he sniffed each one, and in fact the scent of her perfume was most pleasing. His lips kissed each hardened nipple in turn, and then he licked them. 

The game they were playing was driving Rebecca up the wall. On the outside she maintained a calm and collected appearance, however beneath the exterior she was anything but. She quivered with excitement, her palms were sweaty, her loins tingled and ached, and her panties were damp with flowing essence. She wasn't sure how much more she could take.

For James, having her topless in his lap was a dream come true. He couldn't stop thinking about her or the jiggling swells underneath the half-top. He savored their time together, and the more they played and teased one another the harder his swollen penis throbbed and his balls ached. He could feel the leaking semen as it smeared against the front of his underpants yet still he struggled with the decision as to whether he had the right to love her the way he so anxiously desired.

"I can't take much more of this teasing," she admitted in a breathless whisper as her calm exterior quickly formed cracks. "Love me, James. Show me the beauty of this act that I have been saving myself for."

He grasped the sides of his chair and stood up. Her long, silky legs wrapped around his waist and her arms hugged his neck. As she clung to him like a parasite to its host, his hands carelessly swept the reminders of a life lost from the table and sat her perfectly formed buttocks on the edge. The displaced pictures scattered as he began to plant the seeds for a new life.

Her arms and legs released him and she leaned back on her elbows with her sleek thighs provocatively parted. He glanced down and observed the large wet spot in the crotch of the shorts and smiled. His fingers reached down, lowered the chrome zipper, and unsnapped the chrome button. 

Rebecca's sweet voice sighed in relief and she lifted her legs straight up. James tugged the loosened shorts up her shapely thighs and calves and removed them along with her tennis shoes. He placed his hands behind her knees and kept her legs together as he looked down at the incredible view of her pussy lips tightly encased in the soaked thin white panty crotch.

"I would've worn something sexier if I had any real hope that this would happen," Rebecca said as she experienced a twinge of regret. 

He looked down into those alluring gray eyes and said ?There's nothing different you could be wearing that could possibly make me want you any more than I do right now.?