Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
It was Valentine’s Day and Hailey and I were supposed to have dinner and come back to my place for drinks. We had already spent a day or two together since our conversation. I made reservations so last minute I had to call a place and beg them. Why? Because of all the uncertainty I didn’t want a place to hold my card for a no show. I thought about how sad that was while I was doing it.
I found a great spot though at 5pm that day. It was early but we both liked that. My plan was to pick her up at 4:40 to go there. I managed to get to a few things that day. I picked up some flowers, chocolates and stuff for her kids. Also some candles and rose petaled my bed and lit the candles (battery votives) before I left.
I walked inside to get Hailey. She had tight jeans, a halter top and a suit jacket. She looked great as always. I brought her the flowers and chocolates for her kids. She was appreciative and gave me a kiss.
We drove to dinner. The drive was good once again some normalcy. I just wanted to be with her. It was excellent and fun we had a good time. Great conversation great food. Still there was the underlying sadness. We came back to my building after. I have great amenities, we played some pool and she was super flirty, she even flashed her cleavage over the pocket as I sunk the 8-ball for my sweet victory. I am very nice but uber competitive. No Mercy!!
After pool we went up to the roof deck and the conversation was a little heavy. We cried a little bit. I don’t remember what we talked about but I knew it was about the uncertainty. I didn’t want to push it. I just needed a good night. I pulled her in for a hug and a kiss. Grabbed her hand and brought her to my place. I walked her to the bedroom and opened the door. Most girls would swoon but not her. She liked it but in her own understated way.
I took her jacket and folded it neatly. I turned her around and took off her shirt, then her pants, then her bra. I wanted her naked as quickly as possible. I followed quickly. I pulled her naked body against mine and kissed her. There is something about our bodies together. It was magic. That skin on skin. I let that linger for a while. I spun her around and while V-Day feels like a making love night I felt a little more naughty. I put her down on the bed and climbed on top. I could tell she assumed I would fuck her. She was pleasantly surprised when I kept climbing I put my knees on her shoulders and grabbed my dick and gave it to her mouth. She loved it! I would alternate between letting her kiss and suck and face fucking her. She wanted just more and more and more. It was slow nothing fast. It fit the mood.
I climbed off and dragged her head off the bed and the second she had me in her mouth I went down on her. A reverse 69 and licked her pussy until she came. Her mouth never left my dick. It was sexy, and felt loving. Seems funny to say but it felt that way.
We managed our way underneath the covers and made love just like we had that first time we told each other we loved each other. It was beautiful. While we had this moment. She did remind me in a gentle way that she is still screwed up. I think the power of that night was a reminder to her of what we had and it pushed her more towards me. We cried not from the sadness or her uncertainty but for everything we had been through. We embraced for an hour just naked just being there. It’s hard one year later to write this and not think about the emotions of that night.
I knew she needed this and so did I. But I also knew I had to bring her home. Her kids were coming the next morning. She asked where her clothes were. I said I got this. I grabbed my shorts, nirvana t, and hoodie. I dressed her and took her home. The ride home I was full of mixed emotions. I loved her, it was so obvious how good this could be. But what was keeping us from having it?