I woke up slowly. The warm sunlight illuminated the bed through the window on the opposite wall. I always loved this view. It wasn’t especially beautiful from a natural standpoint, but there were two large oak trees that served as coverage on each side of the window. From the second floor of Wyatt’s house, between the oaks, you could see across the rooftops towards downtown. The eastern view served as a front row seat to the sunrise. Sitting up I noticed a red Cardinal atop a branch about 5 feet away from the house. She looked at me and flew away, likely in a search for more twigs and straw to build her nest. The familiar crackle of vinyl emanated from beyond the door and below, bouncing off the bare walls of the stairwell. I never understood how a professional photographer could leave his walls so naked.
“That’s the Wyatt enigma.” I joked to myself, smiling big.
“What was that?” He said as he walked through the door with a tray full of fresh fruit, yogurt, and coffee.
“Nothing. I was just considering the lack of pictures on your walls…you’re an enigma Wyatt Dean.”
He smirked at me while settling the tray on my lap.
God, he was so sweet. Handsome, too, but not in an overly polished way. He stood a solid 6’2” with a lean body and muscular arms and shoulders, likely the result of a life of semi-manual labor. His studio downtown was packed with odd furniture and set-pieces that needed to be moved around on a regular basis depending on the requirement of the job. His drive and dedication to his craft was one of the things that made me fall in love with him in the first place. He’s so fucking sexy when he’s working. All passion and art.
I pulled the sheet above my bare breasts, and he promptly pulled it back down. That same smirk was playing on his lips when he leaned down and kissed me. His lips. Shit. So soft and inviting. We kissed slow, lingering, and full-lipped, with a quick playful flick of his tongue on my upper lip towards the end. I craned my neck to one side, inviting his advance toward one of my spots. He obliged, lightly pecking my neck right behind my right ear and biting softly. His left hand roamed towards my boobs and he gingerly caressed them while slightly tweaking my hardening nipples. He continued down, grazing his lips across my right areola while he pet the other breast.
“Mmmmmmm. Dammit, Wyatt.” I sighed.
He lingered on each nipple for a good minute each, I reached over and felt him growing in my hand. When I started to pull his cotton shorts down he pulled back.
“Yep. Dammit is right. Eat. Quickly. The coffee is getting cold.”
That fucking smirk. He was playing with me.
“You are such a tease Mr. Dean.” I breathlessly exhaled.
He laughed a deep guttural grunt. I could see the mischief in his crystal blue eyes.
“Hey. You deserve all the shit I can muster up. You still owe me an explanation.” He said this, not with malice, but with a sorrow that I knew was real. The pain I caused him was palpable, and it stabbed me like a knife.
“I’m sorry,” he continued. “I’m not mad, just confused and curious. Last night was amazing, even better than I’d imagined so many, many times. I woke up early this morning and went for a jog with June and thought about it all. I want to know everything, Kate. You were my best friend, and you left. I was okay with that, I prepared for it. But you left me holding on to a rope with nothing on the other end. You vanished. I assumed you wanted it that way, so I didn’t chase you.”
His eyes glistened with six years of pent up emotion. I set the food tray aside and stood up, approaching him, still naked, for an embrace. He pulled me close, inhaling my scent with a big breath, and letting it out in a warm wave onto my shoulder. We stood there for a long time, just holding each other. Finally we separated and he pecked me on the lips and guided me back to the bed.
“Sit. Eat. Drink while it’s still hot. I’m going to jump in the shower.”
With that he pivoted towards the master bath and grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and a towel from a basket of laundry sitting near the door.
I sat back and pulled the tray on my lap again. Tears began streaming down my face. Lips quivering as I ate my yogurt and strawberries while Van Morrison played in the background.
And it seems like, yes it feels like a brand new day. A brand new day.
“I’ve had a long time to consider how I would tell you my story. So I’ll start from the beginning, the way I have rehearsed it over and over again. So, this is it.”
I waited for his permission to continue. I didn’t need it, this was my story to tell, but fuck-it-all if being self-aware still didn’t come with some shame. I kept going.
“Let’s start with the obvious. I was young, ambitious, and full of myself. I’m sure you remember that version of me? I’m pretty sure you thought it was cute at the time. I thought I was the shit. After graduation I felt it was necessary to strike while the iron was hot. I’m telling you things you know, but I feel like you need to understand how, now in hindsight, I can recognize how self-absorbed I was. I know that now.
I graduated and immediately wanted to jump in front of the camera, or on the stage, thinking that a career behind the camera would come much later, when I wasn’t young and beautiful anymore. I entertained the idea of moving to New York or LA, and there were some leads, but the competition was fierce. It’s not that I didn’t think I could shine through, but there was also this wanderlust in me that needed to be satisfied.
So, London. That producer had seen my headshots and performance at the workshop, and he thought I would be perfect as his lead. I was so flattered and pleased with myself. I told you about the possibility after a month of moving in here. I knew that you understood there was a chance I’d be going somewhere and, while disappointed, you still wanted to be with me and make the moment last as long as we could. I loved you for that, for not discarding me.
Once I found out that I had won the part I was equal parts ecstatic and sad. The adventure of going to London, paired with an incredible opportunity to advance my career, was balanced with a heavy dose of melancholy. I really thought we could make it work. There are no guarantees for an actor, especially one so young as me, and I fully expected to be back within a year or two at the most.”
I stopped for a moment and looked up at him. He had finished his shower and was now clothed in only his gray boxer briefs and sitting upright along the headboard of the bed. My half-eaten yogurt and fruit were sitting towards the foot of the bed, out of the way of our legs which were tangled up in each other. I was cuddling by his side, my bare skin warming to his freshly scrubbed body. I caressed his leg, stopping just short of his crotch. I kissed his stomach and he sighed.
“Yeah, a year or two, that would’ve been nice. What was his name?”
I continued, knowing that when I got to that part he might get angry. He had held that in check up to now, but I imagined it might come out to play at some point.
“I got to London and was immediately whisked up in the glamour of being the female lead of an up and coming show in the West End. They paid for my apartment and a new wardrobe. I never had to drive anywhere, I had a personal driver that was available whenever I needed him. It was absolutely ridiculous and extravagant. I loved it. I thought I deserved it. But I hadn’t done shit. There was no way that a 24 year old nobody deserved that kind of attention. Little did I know it wasn’t real. It was all a show.
Geoffrey, the producer, was buttering me up. He wanted a young, sexy, American actress to play the role of ingénue. He had bought me, and he expected all the amenities that came with such a purchase. I was blind to it. I was caught up in the fantasy. I let him do it.”
I hesitated to fill in too much more at this point. I looked up at Wyatt, a new track of tears streaming down my face. I cried silently.
“I am so sorry Wyatt. I should have seen it, but I was young and stupid and craving the spotlight. I should have stayed here. I let him buy me like a high rent mistress. I let him fuck me, and thought it was about me. It was never about me, it was always about him.”
I continued crying into his chest. I didn’t know what would come next. I expected an epic blow up of volcanic proportions. I’m not sure why, that would have been completely opposite of what I knew about the man I was holding on to, like he was a life raft in a swirling maelstrom.
“Look at me Kate, please.” He said softly.
I did. His eyes pierced right to my heart. They were so kind and open.
“I understand. I would be lying if I told you it didn’t hurt, and I guess it still does, but we’ve both grown up since then. You know, even though you didn’t write or call me back, I checked in on you.”
I looked at him through my tears.
“Of course. I just wanted you to be safe. When I didn’t hear from you after a month I did some searching and found the press releases for the show, your picture was all over the place. I was so fucking proud of you Kate. I just wanted to enjoy it with you.” His eyes softened and he smiled.
I was shocked, at least a little bit. He pulled me up and cradled me in his arms, kissing my cheek, forehead, and lips. He brushed the tears from my face and stared into my eyes admiringly.
I crawled up onto his lap. Kissed him deeply. We stayed there, lips locked, tongues searching. We began to hum together like two singers in harmony. As I slowly rocked my hips forward his cock sprang to life. I reached down and pulled his underwear off. His freshly laundered briefs were now soiled with my juices.
I wanted him inside me again and he was ready for it. I held on to the headboard while he guided me down, firmly holding on to my hips, to sit on his stiff erection. I audibly sighed with relief as we connected. I pulled my legs up alongside his torso and held on for dear life. Up and down. Up and down. Over and over again. He wasn’t massive, but it was more than enough. It was as if he had been made to fit me perfectly. My tits bobbed up and down as I pushed and pulled on the headboard.
It could take it. It had been tested.
We continued like that, fucking with no abandon, eyes fixed on each other. The early morning sunlight poured through the window and heated us up, and we quickly began to sweat. Our slick bodies rubbing against each other as he impaled my pussy with his beautiful cock. I swear our hearts were even beating out the same rhythm. It was a holy moment.
I leaned back with my hands on his shins, staring up at the ceiling. Getting close, so close.
“Cum for me Kate. I want you to cum.” He urged me on, reaching down and rubbing my clit with his thumb while still keeping up a steady pace.
“Oh shit, Wyatt! That feels so good. Please baby, cum with me!”
In all of our sexual history we’d only achieved synchronous orgasms a few times, this was one of them. He continued to play with my clit while I leaned back, gaining a good angle for his cock to hit the front wall of my pussy.
“I’m. Going. To. Ahhhhhhh!” He announced as he erupted inside me, while an orgasm quaked through my body, causing my legs to shake. We kept going, I wanted to milk him dry. I wanted all of him, everything he would give to me.
We slowed down, like two marathon runners after a race, not wanting to stop too quickly. With him still inside me I leaned forward, kissed him hard and hugged him close.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. That was fucking amazing.” I whispered sweetly in his ear.
“My pleasure.” He laughed, as he held me tight. “I love you Kate. I always have. Nothing has changed for me. And, you know what? I don’t care anymore about the reasons. I don’t want to hear the rest. Unless you want to tell me. If you want to fill me in later you can. We have a lifetime to catch up, right?”
My heart stopped at his question. What was he asking?
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