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My boyfriend and I had been dating for servel years. We were really close. The problem was that he was mixed up with the wrong people, he always hung out on the bad side of town. One night he gets caught up in a drive-by. Since he was not really apart of the shooting he was to spend 5 years in prison.

While he was away I become I fashion designer, and a cheerleader/dancer for a local men's basketball team. My boyfriend was released a year early for good behavior. (Unkown to me.) We lived two blocks from each other, and his mom is taking care of his place while he is gone.

OOC:

Name: Samantha "Sami" Waters
Age: 25
Brown hair green eyes, c-cup breast, five foot six, tan.

Looking for: a guy to play my boyfriend who is coming home from prison, who I happen to run into.
 
Frank

After my release I was laying low, out of sight of all the old gang. During the incarceration I had exchanged letters with Sam but she hadnt come to visit as per my request. and less often.

After a while they became less warm and passionate and were colder. Finally they stopped completely, and I had no idea where she might have gone.

Then one evenig I needed some groceries and at the local market- there she was in the produce section. I went up behind her and whispered "do you know how to cook parsnips?"

She turned and recognized me. For all I knew she was now married or had a new boyfriend so I was trying to stay cool awaiting her response. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her but didnt dare until and unless she made the first move.

There had been a lot of water under the bridge, andf damage to my asshole which would probably never recover.
 
Sami

I had needed a few things from the store. I was picking some green beans. All of a sudden "do you know how to cook parsnips?" I jumped but I knew the voice. I turned around almost instantly.

I had on one of my creations, a simple pink dress that stoped just above my knee, with matching heels. My brown curls were hanging right on my shoulders. "you should know that I don't Frank. And when did you get home?"

I was shocked that the man in front of me was and is my ex/current boyfriend. I have no idea were we stand at this moment.

OOC: catlover would you mind posting a little about your char. looks, etc.
 
Frank

ooc blond hair blue eyes 6'3" 190 lb 26 years old

I couldnt believe she would remember my voice it had been so long.

She looked so cute in a little pink dress and her curls hanging down framing her face. I wanted to sweep her off her feet, but I was an ex-con still on parole and didnt dare. Any misconduct and I'm right back in that cell block with Brutus as my pimp selling me to the other inmates in exchange for drugs and cash, which of course I never saw. Nothing would ever get me back in there for the broomstick treatment again.

"Sam, you look just wonderful. Can we get a cup of coffee or something and stop standing here like fools? Wew can go over there to the deli and have a talk and get caught uyp with everything"
 
I could not believe that he was inviting me to a cup of coffee. But I had a better idea. But should I do it? I mean I don't really know him anymore.

"Instead of going over to the deli, let me finish shopping and you can come over to my house for a good home cooked meal? I am making spaghetti with fresh garlic bread."
 
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Frank

"Oh Sam that would be great. Here- let me push yoiur cart for you. Thinking of the little seat there for a child, I thought of some day making her my bride and having a baby with her, as we walked up and down aisles while she picked out what she needed.

I could sort of add up the prices in my head and I didnt have very much money to help pay for it all. I couldnt even afford a nice bottle of wine to share. Maybe just a cheap chianti, and I asked her if that was ok

She said yes, and I went to the wine counter and found something that I could buy hoping it would even slightly please her.

Then I joined her at the cash out station, and she wrote a check for her purchases, and I pushed the cart out to her car and helped unload it
 
I was glad that Frank accepted the invite for dinner, but on the same tokin I was nervous. I mean come on I have not seen this man in four years. We were making small talk through out the store. I paid for my things and started home.

I checked the rear view mirror and thought about a time before he went to prision. I thought that the two of us would end up married, and about checking on the baby in the back. And the two slightly older kids fighting with each other.

Once at my house Frank help unload the stuff, while I started on dinner. I put the food and things away. "would you mind if I went upstairs and changed?" Franked noded and I went to change.

When I came down I was wearing a pair black pants and a v-neck red shirt, with black flats on. My hair was in a bun with curls hanging down. I put a fresh table cloth on the table and laid out the dishes.
 
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Frank

When she appeared coming back down the stairs I was in awe of her lovely grace, and remembered how we had been lovers and had such wonderful plans together

Since I screwed up and was sentenced all my "love" affairs had been with some a lot less desirable and of course I was always on the receiving end. I thought how ladies must sometimes feel as a sex object and dread the times they are put in the position of servicing a "lover" or "client" whether they were or were not in the mood.

I stood and went to her. I held her hands as she stood on the first step, so we were face to face looking into each other's eyes. How could she ever accept me as a lover again after all that had happenned since then. I wanted to hug her and kiss her.; I wanted to just hold her and snuggle.

Most of all I wanted her to accept me as I now was as I gazed into her pretty eyss and squeezed her hands gently. "I am so glad to be with you again":, I said.
 
As I was coming down the stairs, thinking about where I want this relationship with Frank. While he was in prision it felt like I lost him. Part of that was my fault. I didn't go to see him becuase I couldn't deal with seeing him like that. I stoped writing to him because I could not take the pain anymore. But I never got over Frank. And then i hoped that I would run into him again so I could explain all of this to him, so he didn't think of me as a cold hearted bitch.

When he took my hands and said "I am so glad to be with you again" I didn't know what to say. "Frank I need so time. Time to get reaquiented with you. Alot has changed in both of our lives."

I took the final step while holding on to Frank's arm and went into the kitchen. He sat down while I made the final touches on dinner before serving it.
 
Frank

It was so pleasant being with hwer over a nice dinner, after the mess hall antics to which I had been exposed, which I wouldnt even tell her about. I had poured us each a glass of wine and we had clinked glasses with the toast "to better days"

As I ate I thought of the time in porison when the bastard sitting next to me at dinner just leaned over and spat in my food and they all laughed at me, telling me next time to do a better job of sucking his cock.

She said she needed time to get to know me again. I was a different guy than before, but I knerw I wanted this girl still if she could ever have me

I asked her if she had a boyfriend, by now knowing she wasnt married to someone else. She shook her head no, but didnt say asnything romantic about having waited for me. Sam started to say something about not coming to visit, but stopped and sort of stammered and then got quiet. I looked into her eyes and asked what she was trying to say and she started to cry

That really hurt thinking I had made her cry, asnd suddenly realized I made her cry because I let her down by getting myself all messed up with the wrong guys, some of whom got away unscathed, but a few were still in prison where I was although we were kept pretty well separated.

It was quiet and the atmospere was strained. How I wished I could just get up and go kiss her. Starting on the back of her neck where I used to like to kiss her, I would finally turn her head and kiss her mouth and tell her I loved her, but I couldnt do that yet.

She had to make the first move.
 
I could tell Frank was thinking about something during dinner I just couldn't tell what. "NO I don't have a boyfriend. I had one or two but they never worked out."

Then I tried to explain about not going to see him. But I couldn't, I broke down and cried. I excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom, and dried my face. I returned to the table.

Then as we finished dinner I cleared the table and put on a pot of coffee. Then I explained to him calmly that: "While you were in prision it felt like I lost you. Part of that was my fault Frank. I didn't go to see you becuase I couldn't deal with seeing you like that. I stoped writing to because I could not take the pain anymore. But I never got over you. I hope you understand."

I poured us both a cup of coffee and handed Frank his just the way he liked it. Then I lead him into the living room.
 
Frank

That sounded really good. It was sure a good start on our new life

With coffee in hand and a full tummy including the bottle of wine we shared and finished, we headed to the living room well satiated in one way, but not in another

Sitting side by side on the couch in front facing her coffee tble, we sipped from our cups, and then I asked if she would mind if I kissed her. Until she replied I kept my hands to myself, when she diverted to asking me ifI had any plans fort earning a living.

As an ex-con I knew the opportunities were limited if I was going to stay out of troiuble but I had a few possibilities I told hedr about and then revealed that I hadf an ap;pointment in the morning and after that I could tell her more.

Actually my father had died and left me a little money and I would probably either buy a business or join one as a partner. In prison I had been given a class in computers and done a lot of studying and hoped to m ake it a career choice.

I looked at her still awaiting her permission to touch her with my lips, but my hand did creep over and hold hers, andf i lifted it to my lips and kissed t he palm.
 
Sami

I was not sure if I was ready for a kiss yet so I avoided by seeing if he had any plans for the future. I could tell that he was still waiting for permission. He kissed the palm of my hand. "How about we wait, I am not ready yet." and I look down.
 
Frank

"OK Sam. I understand. Would you like me to leave and give you some space, and maybe call you tomorrow?

I finished the cup of coffee and stood, ready to head for the door.
 
"That would would be lovely, but you can stay a little while longer if you would like." I really did enjoy his company. I could that he still loved me. I was glad that he respected my wishes. But that was the way Frank was towards me. He always treated me like a princess, hell for that matter a queen. Nothing was ever to good for me.

I was truely glad that he was home. "But if you must leave, take some of this homemade cheesecake with you. I wanted some the other day and now there is too much for me to eat."

Just then my cell phone rang. "On second Frank, that might be a lady from work." I went into the kitchen and answered my cell. "Mary we need some one....I understand that you could not find another male....I know but the show is in three days and I need one more male modle."

I walk back into the living room cheesecake in hand and give it to Frank. Giving him a kiss on the cheek.
 
Frank

I took the cheesecake and the kiss on the cheek and left, forgetting to even get her phone number.

As I went back to my hovel, I guessed I would just have to return and bang on her door tomorrow night.

That cell phone call. I wondered if it was a guy getting a date with her. She had excused herself so she was talking in private, and didnt say anythingthe call about when she returned with the cheesecake in her hand.
 
Frank left and went back to his house. I could not believe that we spent such a wonderful evening together. I could tell that the bighouse had changed him. I think that was just what he needed to change his life around.

I locked the door after he left the house. I went up stairs and took a nice long hot shower. After the shower I got changed into my night clothes. Luckly tomorrow was a weekend and I would not have to go to work. After I was dressed I climbed into the bed and fell right to sleep.
 
Frank

At home I nibbled the cheesecake and thpought about her and everything else.

Finding her again was a dream come true, but it still had a long way to go. if we were going to go anywhere together.

Sleeping fitfully with my cock in my hand thinking about Sam, I at least knew I hadnt turned queer after all the male/male contact in prison. It affects a lot of the guys we were told, but it sure doidnt do that to me.

In the morning I kept the appointment with a manager for an It firm. They gave me a test and I did fine, and they had me sit tight in the lobby while they evaluated it, andf then announced that I was provisionally hired if I could start that afternoon. That was sure good news and I couldnt wait to see Sam and tell her about it.

At dinner time I fond my way to her house and rang her bell. Fortunately she was home and not dressed up for a hot date, and invited me in.

I told her about the job and in her excitement she forgot she wasnt ready yet, and leaped into my arms and kissed me.
 
I woke up just after 10. I got dressed in some old clothes. I went down stairs, and made some toast. Once I finished eating I started to clean my small house.

When I got done cleaning I took a shower to get clean myself. I put on a pair of black jeans and a blueish/greenish spaghetti starp shirt.

I then meet up with a friend from the cheerleading/dance squad at the local pizzaria. She was the one who was in charged of the uniforms and asked if I could design the uniforms for the entire organzition. I happly agreed.

When I got home I phoned the local modeling agencies and told then that I needed one male model for one night. I plan on asking Frank if he would like the job. I was going to ask him last night but he left in such a hurry.

I decieded that Frank was going to come over for dinner, so I started to make tocas. I was not in the mood for anything special. And I knew he would be just fine with what ever I cooked.

When he did show up he told me that he got a job at an It firm. I was happy for him that I just jumped into his arms and kissed him. Once realization it me I back off a little. "Sorry I said." He said that it was okay. After a few minutes of saying nothing I asked him if he would consider being a model for one night.
 
Frank

I thought why not? it might be fun and I would be with her so I said "of course I will. What do I have to do?"

I hadnt yet even begun to unwind from the kiss she gave me. What memories that brought on as I thought back to the old days when we would kiss for hours, trading tongues and playing with each other, but only up to a point as we were supposedly saving ourselves for the marriage we both envisioned.

Save myself? what a joke. After the last four years. I was now closer to all used up, but I didnt elaborate telling her any of that. I just wanted to return to the old days and she was making it clear she was in no great hurry.

But she fed me dinner and asked about the job, There I didnt tell her everything either, but did say that we were a company that provided IT services to small companies that didnt have their own IT people. We acted as consultants on an on call basis, and today I was sent with a partner to solve a computer problem at a travel agency

I was partnered with another tech, who happenned to be a very attractive black girl. We worked together and I even contributed a little bit toward getting the situation under control in a rather short time. Afterward she asked if I wanted to take her out tonight, but I wanted to come see Sam and tell her about the new job so I declined, but who knows after today.

We might be partnered again some day.
 
"all you have to do is get dressed in the clothes I give you and walk down the catwalk. Its simple. It should also be fun."

I listened to him as he told his store. I could tell that he was hiding something, but I was not sure what. We finished dinner and he cleared the dishes tonight.
 
Frank

Wondering what kind of clothes she had in mind, I asked "when is this modeling job"?

I was thinking about seeing all those lovely ladies wearing skimpy lingerie but for her gig I couldnt imagine anythig like that

I helped clear the table and dried the dishes as she washed them . I was so comfortable beig with her. It was getting closer to old times bujt I stikll needed the physical love and other thn that one enthusiastic but chaste kiss, there hadnt been any indication that she was the slightest bit interested.

Another evening or two, and Id give her every chance but I thought of Lola bending over the CPU under the desk at the travel agency,. I was looking down and seeing her braless tits under her loose blouse, and suddenly started to get ideas.

I wanted to put my hands on Sam's as she bent over the sink, and press myself up against her backside, but the mood wasnt right yet, and I wondered if it would ever be again.
 
"The gig is in two nights. I am introducing the new men's line of clothing. And one of the models quiet last minute. One of my employees called last night."

I had wanted something sweet after our meal. I didn't like to keep that stuff around the house because I knew I would be tempted. "Frank would you like to go down to the local ice-cream palor?" He agreed. I grabed my purse and keys. I locked the house up and we got into my silver 2005 mustange.

We drove for about five minutes. When we steped out, we were talking side-by-side. I decieded to take his hand into mine. He looked over at me. I gave him a nod saying yes this is what I want. We walked up to the shop hand-in-hand.
 
Frank

"our modelling gig shouldnt be a problem, but when I hired in they told me there would be occasional evening work, when a client wanted it done outside their working hours to avoid disruptions in their operations. We get compensatory time off, but he said sometimes it comes up without prior notice and when it is a good customer they hsd to comply with their wishes"

After the dishes were finished, Sam expressed a yen for ice cream, and with a laugh said she didnt dare keep it in the house because she would be tempted. I couldnt see why that would be a probhlem, as she is very trim and an extra pound or two wouldnt hurt her at all. But after eating tacoes ice cream sounded great so she drove us to the ice cream parlor

Outside the car she took my hand and squeezed it slightly, but held it as wse walked in and she ordered a sundae and I a milk shake.

It came with two large straws, and sitting next to each other at a little table, with out thighs touching, with a grin we traded tastes. She would feed me a bite of her sundae in between slurps on her straw from the milk shake. Sharing her spoon and her dessert with our legs in close contact was a turn-on, and I felt the atmosphere getting a lot warmer.

I told her about the partner I had today at work, and that we got along nicely and worked together well. Then I revealed that Lola had asked me for a date tonight, presumably to talk about computers and IT stuff, but who knew.

I told Sam I declined because I wanted to be with her, and the air suddenly thickened and Sam said "lets go home. When we got there I asked Sam is she was going to invite me in.
 
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At the ice-crema palor we were having great fun. We were both shairing our deserts, with one-another. I hoped that he would not bail out on me last minute about the fashion show.

Then as we were talking, he mentioned work again. I was so glad that he was able to find a job. Most ex-imates never can find work after they serve time. But then Frank mentioned Lola, and how she had asked him out, and then how he declined to be with me.

I was glad that he declined, but angery at the fact that he even mentioned it to me. I was ready to go home. On the way home I had time to clear my mind and get my thoughts straight. I didn't want to act irrational, and ruin this relationship, before it had time to take off.

Once back at my place Frank asked if I was going to invite him in. I of course told him to come in. Once in I locked the door. He was barely in my living room before I surprized him with an kiss on the lips.
 
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