Emily and Rich - Lost Then Found

Emily (August 30, 2010)

“How could it have possibly come to this?  I love him so much.  He has been the love of my life, my strength and most  importantly, my best friend.   He is going to be devastated.  Is it possible to love someone so much and to know you’re going to hurt him so badly?”

These were my thoughts as I dressed for what I knew was going to be our last date.  Not the last date for the school year, butvery possibly our last date ever.  There is no way that he would be able to forgive me for what I was about to do.

I thought about the boy who was so different from other boys.  He was the boy who held me on that terrible day, September 11.  I was only twelve years old and my younger sister Carrie and I were so scared because our father worked in the World Trade Center.  The whole school district was on lock down and the children could only be released to their parents.  Richie stayed with us until my mom could pick us up, hugging us and promising us that everything would be okay.  And it was.  He was so much more mature than any other boy. The only other boy to do that was Rich’s friend, Mike.  He stayed with us too, but being 2 years younger, he was more awkward about the whole situation.  I fell in love with Richie on that day.

I remember how I cried when, his sophomore year in high school, he started dating that skank, Lauren.  I actually felt that Icouldn’t compete with her.  She has huge boobs while I hardly have anything.  Plus she was tall and slim and really pretty. When I found out that he “went all the way” with her, I was so upset, that I actually puked.  Then, three months later, he found out that she cheated on him and he broke up with her.  It’s terrible to say, but it was one of the happiest days of my life.

After that we started hanging out more and more.  Nothing sexual ever happened, Richie was too much of a gentleman for that, but I could tell that he had feelings for me too.   One day, while we were walking home from the bus, and I could no longer help myself, I put my arm through his and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.  He stopped, and looked at me funny.  Then he put his arms around me and kissed me.  My heart was pounding so hard that he said he felt it right through my shirt.  We started dating that very day.  He even told me that he’s wanted to date me since sixth grade but was afraid that I didn’t feel the same about him and he didn’t want to mess up our friendship. It was the happiest day of my life up to that point.

Even after we started dating, Richie was still a total gentleman.  For our first few weeks, all we did was kiss.  Then, after about 3 months, I let him take off my shirt and bra and play with my tiny boobies.   I hated them.  Lauren was huge and I was so jealous.  But Richie always told me how beautiful and sexy I was.  I know how excited he got when he played with them, because I could feel how hard he was between his legs.  I know he wanted me to touch it but he never pushed.  What he didn’t know was that I was just as excited as he was.   After every date, my panties would be completely soaked.  

Finally, for our four month anniversary, he stayed over at my house.   My parents said I could have a friend keep me company because they were going away for the weekend and Carey was staying with a friend, but they had no idea what I was planning or who the friend was going to be.  Richie came over with hamburgers and french fries and two chocolate shakes.  After we ate, we fell into each other’s arms and kissed for a long time.  Then he pulled off my shirt and pinched and licked my nipples till they was sticking out like little pencil erasers.  Finally, we undressed each other.  When we were both naked for the first time, it was the most erotic thing ever.  He stepped back and just looked at me, smiling the whole time.  He kissed me and said that I was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen.  Then he picked me up and put me on the bed.  He started rubbing me and stroking my clit until my moans were continuous.  I got scared and told him to stop, because I had never felt sensations as strong as that.  He held me and asked if I trusted him.  I told him of course I did.  He kissed me and started again.  Just when I thought I couldn’t stand for him to do for it another second, my very first orgasm exploded in my body.   It was the most incredible thing that I had felt up till that time.  I started to cry with happiness and he held me and told me how much he loved me.  I held him as tight as I could and told him the same thing. Then he took my hand and put it on his penis.  He showed me how to stroke it and he kissed me as I did it.  Then he started rubbing my clit again.  We stroked each other faster and faster until our moans filled the room.  Then it happened, he came and I felt him cum all over my hand and belly.   As soon as I felt that, I exploded again, my whole body shaking non-stop.   He held me tight and we swore our love for each other, forever.

We stayed at that level on intimacy for a long time because I just didn’t feel ready to have sex yet.  Richie never complained.  He always told me how much he loved me and that he was satisfied with whatever we did. 

It took me over a year before I was ready to have sex with him.  Actually, it wasn’t sex at all, Richie made love to me.  Most of my friends had already lost their “V” cards and had horror stories about it, but for me, it was the most incredible pleasure that I had ever experienced.   Richie kissed me and touched me and caressed and licked every part of my body.  He did it slowly and with a gentleness and passion that no one would ever believe.  I climaxed over and over until I was completely soaked and begging for him to take me.  Finally, he put on a condom and pulled me ontop  of him.  He allowed me to take as much of him inside me as I could.  It was the most incredible feeling ever.  I was filled with my darling Richie and wanted more and more of him.  I moved up and down on his cock and he rubbed my clit gently with his hand.   I felt myself building to my strongest orgasm ever, but he held me back, not rubbing fast enough to let it happen.  I reached the “point of no return”, but still didn’t climax.  Finally, he gently pinched my clit and I screamed so hard that nothing came out.  Waves and waves of pleasure flooded my entire body and I swear that I must have passed out for a few seconds. But he didn’t stop and within 2 minutes I felt it again.  My vagina spasmed around his hard cock and sucked every last drop of cum out of him as we exploded together in ecstasy.   Exhausted, I collapsed on top of him and we just held each other for what seemed like hours.  It was the best experience of my life.

And now, I was going to break his heart. 

Rich (August 30, 2010)

Something was wrong.  After three and a half years I knew Emily well enough to read her moods the very second I saw her.   And something was definitely wrong. 

She looked beautiful as always.  The perfect girl.  5 foot 3 inches tall, a height that was perfect for my 5 foot 10 inch body. She could wear heals and I would still be taller than her.   Her dark hair and dark eyes were the perfect complement to her fair complexion.   And her body was incredible.  Slim, with beautiful legs and a great butt, and incredible little boobs that fit her bodyto perfection.  Yeah, she hated them, but she was the perfect girl for me.   She was even wearing a dress that I loved. White with a little pattern, off the shoulders and it fell midway between her ass and her knees.  I gasped when I saw her.   It was then that I saw how red her eyes were and I knew that she had been crying.

“What’s wrong Emmie?” I asked more than a little concerned.

“It’s just the usual Richie.  I always get upset before we leave for college.”

“You sure, baby?  I’ll be down to see you in a few weeks.”

Emily then ran to me and hugged me with all her might.  She kissed me harder than I can ever remember her kissing me before,while telling me how much she loved me.  Finally, she pulled away.

“WOW”, I exclaimed.  “Now THAT is what I call a kiss.”

“I just love you so much Richie.  Please promise me that you will always remember that”.

Now I was really concerned. 

Emily (that night)

Dinner was harder than I had ever imagined.  We went to our go to place for special occasions, a super romantic seafood restaurant on the Atlantic Ocean in the town of Point Pleasant, New Jersey.  Everything was perfect.  The shrimp scampi was incredible and the tiramisu that we shared for desert was the best ever.  But I could hardly taste anything.  Even swallowing was almost impossible to me.  Richie tried to talk to me, but all that came out of me were one word answers. I could sense that he was getting frustrated and worried. 

After dinner we got into his car and drove to the boardwalk.  It was warm and the smell of the sea was intoxicating.  But all I felt was sick.  I wanted to puke.  I grabbed Richie’s hand and held on tight.  I never wanted to let go but I knew that I had to.  This had to be done.

We got back into his car and drove home in silence.  Finally, we arrived at my front door. We got out of the car and he kissed me. I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him like crazy while tears filled my eyes.  He again told me that he loved me and that he would come to see me in soon.  That was when I totally lost control.

Sobs wracked my body and I clung to him.  I could see the fear in his eyes.  I later found out that he thought I had an incurable disease that I didn’t want him to know about.  Finally, I composed myself and said the words that I never thought I could ever say.

“Richie”, I started.  “You know how much I love you and how much you mean to me.  But, I can’t be with you anymore.”

Bile was rising up into my throat as I looked at his face.  Then he started to laugh.

“Emmie, you are crazy.  You know that I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.  Why are you getting so melodramatic?”

“You don’t understand Richie, I can’t see you anymore.”

The look on his face told me that he was starting to get it. 

“What????? WHY????”

“Don’t yell at me Richie.”

“Then why??”

“Richie, you are the only boy that I’ve ever been with.  And I would never cheat on you.  I just need to experience life.”

“You need to experience life?  You’re breaking up with me to fuck other guys???”

"It’s not that simple.  I’m sorry”.  I then turned and ran, crying hysterically into my house, leaving him stunned.

(Look for part 2 coming soon)