Just This Side of Hate

[Honey_B]

A thread that explores that thin line between love and hate...

She had just looked away for a minute. Her purse had fallen to the floor of the car and she had missed the brakelights on the car in front of her. Her car slammed into the vehicle in front of her. The selt belt hurt gripped her chest in a vice. Laura squeezed her eyes shut with the pain and the shock. The sound of crunching metal had been awful. Forcing herself to open her eyes, she saw the bowed hood of her Jaguar. With a heavy sigh, she got out of her car.

It was him.

Getting out of the other vehicle was her ex-husband. The impact smacked her harder than the blow of the accident. This was bad. Very bad. Still, she reached up to pat her blonde hair, done up in a perfect French twist and straightened the skirt of her Chanel suit. Squaring her shoulders, she walked towards the man she hadn't see for almost three years.

OOC: I'm looking for someone to play Laura's ex. This part is open to anyone, but I'd like to keep it a two-person thread.

 

[Eroticus]

I tried to forget her. I did everything I could to divert myself from the memories. Different women, exotic vacations, becoming a workaholic, even a bout with too much drinking right after the divorce. She was still the best thing that had ever happened to me. And I blew it. Couldn’t keep my hands off the girls at work.

That was a long time ago. Three years had dulled the pain. Oh yes, there were nights when I tossed and turned thinking of her warm body, the passion only she could arouse in me, the endless days and nights of making love wherever and whenever we wanted.

I was lost in some of these thoughts when I was jolted back to reality. Some jerked had slammed into me from behind. I was pissed. I slowly opened the door and got out, ready for a confrontation. The I saw her. I froze, speechless and unable to move for a few brief seconds that seemed like an eternity.

“Hello, Laura. I can see you’re still upset with me, but we’re going to have to stop meeting like this.”

OOC: I really would like to play, but I am going on vacation for a week on Saturday, so if you want someone else please let me know. My feelings will not be hurt. Also, can I pick my own name and description or did you have something in mind?

 

[Honey_B]

Silence.

Laura let his words hang in the air for an eternity as she raked her blue eyes down his body. He was still everything she had ever wanted in a man. On the outside anyway. She let out an audible scoff.

"Meeting like this? You mean how I crashed into the bedroom with you and your secretary?"

His expression seemed to change and she glimpsed something in his eyes.

 

[Eroticus]

Mike

"Hey, that was a long time ago... and I said I was sorry. You can't still be holding that against me. It was a dumb, stupid mistake. She came on to me and, heck, I'm just a guy. You don't think there's been a day gone by when I didn't think about what that cost me. You were the greatest, Laura. Still are in my book."

Of course she didn't know about the others. Maybe if I could get her to believe it was a one time incident then... well who knows. But who was I kidding. She was probably tied up with some other guy by now. Three years was a long time. And she did make it perfectly clear that if I didn't stay away from her she would make sure everyone at the office knew I was violating company rules. I couldn't afford to lose my well paying job so I honored her request.

"Hey, Laura, look...can't we just be civil with each other. I'm sure you've moved on and have replaced me with someone else. But you know, we did have something special going. Don't you ever think about it?"

OOC: I'll be Michael Kaiser, 6'2", light brown hair, blue eyes, successful commodity trader for a large brokerage house.

 

[Honey_B]

"Yes, I can be civil. After all we have a rather large mess to clean up. I am truly sorry about that, Michael. I wasn't looking were I was going."

She had neatly side-stepped his question. The truth was she sometimes missed him so much it ached. But that was only when she was feeling vulnerable, when she felt the loneliness of a dark night closing in on her, when he haunted her dreams....

But not at the moment.

"My insurance will surely pay for the damage to your car."

She fished into her handbag for a slip of paper and wrote out the information.

"I'm not sure my car is driveable though. Have you a cell phone? I'm afraid I'm going to have to get it towed."

Laura bit her lip. She wasn't sure how she was going to get home. She turned back to Michael with a question in her eyes.

 

[Eroticus]

Michael

I saw that lost and helpless look creeping into Laura's facial expression... the look that attracted me to her in the first place. She always liked me to take charge and she liked doing things to please me. When she caught me with my secretary something changed. She found her backbone and stood up to me. I tried to bully my way back in but it didn't work.

I hadn't seen her in three years, but I could never forget that look of vulnerability, of wanting to be rescued, of wanting someone to take charge of the situation and tell her what to do. Maybe, just maybe, I could steer her into seeing me the way she used to. God those were hot times.

"Hey, Laura, it's okay. A little fender bender, that's all. Look, I'll take care of everything. I'll get your car to a garage, call your insurance company and make sure you get home safely. Why don't you hop in while I take care of things."

I started dialing different numbers, barking orders and making sure everyone got all the details right. Then I opened the passenger door for her. She looked a little hesitant about getting in the car.

"Get in, Laura. I want to make sure you get home safely. It's the least I can do. Please."

I said it more as an order than a request and waited to see how she would respond.

 

[Honey_B]

Laura breathed a sigh of something approaching relief and got into the car. Without realizing it, she had slipped into the old routine of following wherever Michael lead, acting as if her difficult climb to independence had not occurred. Jarring accidents will do that to a woman.

She waited patiently for Michael to get into the car and took a deep breath when he did. The close proximity created by the vehicle drew them much closer than was comfortable for Laura. The air between them seemed to crackle with intensity. Laura ran her tongue over hip lips in a gesture of nervous tension.

"I live a good distance from the city. It's a treacherous commute most days, but the traffic shouldn't be too bad at this time of day. The house is worth it. A nineteenth century farmhouse. You know how I always wanted to live in the country."

The words came out in a tumble. They always did when she was nervous. She wet her lips again.

 

[Eroticus]

Michael

I walked over to the toe truck operator and made sure he knew exactly where to take Laura's car and what to do with it. Then I climbed in the driver's seat.

"I live a good distance from the city. It's a treacherous commute most days, but the traffic shouldn't be too bad at this time of day..."

"No problem at all, Laura. As I said, it's the least I can do after... after all I did. You know what I mean. I guess saying I'm sorry after all this time doesn't make it go away. I just wish... we could be firends."

That was a lie. I knew we could never just be friends. There was too much emotion between us... love, hate, anger, passion. It was all mixed up. But I was glad to be with her again. Just knowing her wram body was alive and breathing only a few feet away had my stomach churning. I struggled with what to say as we sped out of town.

"You are looking good, Laura... very good. But then again, you always did. You know, I keep thinking about that night we met at a mutual friend's party. It was like we were made for each other. I walked you back to your place and we sat out on the porch all night talking. I fell in love with your smile. And when the sun came up we kissed for the first time. Then we went for donuts around the corner. God what I would give to go back to those days and do it all over again."

 

[Honey_B]

Something caught in Laura's throat and she couldn't speak. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering.

She had been barely nineteen and so innocent. Meeting Michael had been like getting hit by a thunderbolt. For her, it had been his hands. She had fallen in love with their strength, the way he placed one on the small of her back when he opened a door. Her mind threatened to remember other things he did with those hands. Laura would not allow herself to go there and she opened her eyes.

"You don't look so bad yourself and I suppose I have been acting childish, what with the restraining order and all."

Laura could never let Michael know why she had really placed that restraining order on him during the divorce. She had been too afraid she would crumble and go back to him. Anyway, that was then, this was now. She could handle herself now.

"Maybe we could try being friends although it might be a bit awkward at first. I would actually like that a lot."

And she would. For all his faults, there was nobody in the world she had been able to talk to as easily as Michael. Biting her lip, Laura realized how much she wanted to talk over some of her problems with him.

 

[Guest]

Michael

We pulled into the driveway a half hour later. I couldn't believe how easy it had been to talk to her. The words just started flowing. We caught up on the last three years, talked about old friends with whom one or the other of us had lost touch, and even ventured into the dangerous realm of the personal. I was surprised that she was still by herself. She was too fine a woman not to have an Army of admirers.

I turned off the engine and sat there. I didn't want the night to end so quickly. There was a heavy silence between us. What the hell, I thought, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I got out of the car and opened her door and took her by the arm.

"Let me make sure you get safely inside. Then , if you don't mind, I would like to make a few phone calls to make sure your car is where it ought to be."

 

[Eroticus]

Oops... I hate when that happens.

 

[Honey_B]

Laura let herself be lead into her own home. But really, how could she not. Michael was being so helpful, taking over the very unpleasant task of dealing with the concequences of an accident that had been her fault.

She took the opportunity to observe him while he made the calls. His strong profile, the rugged features, the sensual curve of his mouth - If anything, Michael had gotten more attractive. Laura laughed quietly. Maybe it was true what was said about absence, even one that was self-imposed.

When he turned to her, Laura did what was only polite, or so she told herself.

"Would you like something to drink, perhaps a cup of coffee or a glass of wine? I would love to give you a tour of the house."

 

[Eroticus]

Michael

I looked around. Laura had obviously put a lot of herself into the place and was proud of it. I felt like her offer to show me around was more like an invitation to see who she had become since our split. Rather than except her offer outright, I took a chance that she really wanted me to see how she had blossomed in the last few years.

"Laura, I really don't want to impose. I know you're just being nice. You always were that way. So please, tell me to go if that's what you want. But just so you know, if it were really my choice, I would stay and have that glass of wine you offered. And I would love to see your place."

I stood there waiting for her response, staring at her with that hungry look I always used to give her when I wanted her sexually, my eyes scannig up and down her shapely body. If she invited me to stay, she had to know I wanted more than a look around her house.

 

[Honey_B]

That look. Laura felt a little shiver go thru her as she looked into Michael’s eyes. She realized she had been playing a little game with herself all along, trying to see how close she could get to Michael without getting burned. The look in his eyes seared her to her soul, fueling her own need. Laura took a deep breath as if she had made a decision. They were two consenting adults, after all. Two people who wanted each other. Despite their many problems, they had never had any difficulty in the bedroom. Far from it.

Laura still conjured up images of Michael making love to her when she wanted to excite herself. She deserved a wonderful evening and one night certainly did not mean forever. She told herself, Enjoy yourself now. Say goodbye tomorrow. Laura smiled as the words went through her mind.

“I would love for you to stay.”

Like Michael’s unspoken communication, the statement implied more than a glass of wine and a tour.

“I have a lovely Pinot Noir that I think you might enjoy,” she said as she turned and walked into the kitchen. This was her favorite room in the house. Light and airy, with French doors that opened onto her large backyard.

“I had to do a lot of work in here. It’s the only room I significantly modernized.” she said, switching on the lights. “I tried to keep the quaint charm while installing contemporary conviences. From her wine rack, Laura pulled the bottle of pinot and two burgundy glasses.

“I’ll do the honors if you don’t mind.”

Michael had always opened the wine and it felt good to assert her independence. Snapping open a small knife, Laura began to cut away the cork covering.

“Damn!”

The blade had slipped, cutting into the base of her thumb. It was just a scratch, but tiny droplets of blood welled up.

 

[Eroticus]

Michael

"Careful, Laura. Let me see that."

I took the knife from her then took the hand with the bleeding thumb in my two hands. I rubbed my fingertip across the cut and pressed into it. I lifted her hand closer to my face for inspection, then looked back into her eyes.

"I think you might live, but it's a good thing I'm here. I know a good way to take your mind off the pain."

I put my finger into my mouth and sucked the blood from it while keeping my eyes glued to hers. Then I lifted her hand to my lips and swirled my tongue across the cut while pulling her closer to me. Our faces were inches apart when I lowred her hand to my chest.

"God you're beautiful, Laura. I've missed you so much. I've missed the feel of your soft lips, your creamy skin rubbing against mine, your soft breasts pressing into my chest, your cries of passion when we made love. Don't you miss it too?"

I put my arms around her and pulled her body against mine.

"Maybe, just for a little while, we can let ourselves find that magical spark... let ourselves go, let that unbridled passion take control of our bodies. Just for tonight, Laura."

I pressed my lips to hers and opened my mouth hoping she would respond in a long, hot, wet kiss.

 

[Honey_B]

Michael kissed her and Laura responded, caressing his mouth with light little sweeps of her tongue. Tasting him, feeling the warm wetness of his mouth - It was like pouring oil on smouldering coals. Laura ceased to think, only to feel. Her every sense was drawn to this man, darkly radiant with his desire for her. Her reality condensed to that narrow little space created by their re-ignited passion.

His shirt separated. Was it her that yanked off his tie or did he? It landed on the floor followed by her jacket. The hem of Laura's skirt rose as she leaned back against the counter and wrapped her leg around him. She tasted salt on her tongue as she licked his throat, the smell of his cologne intoxicating her. He still wore the same scent and it took her back, washing her in the past.

 

[Eroticus]

Michael

Her passion drew me into her lust filled soul driving all sense of control from my consciousness. It was as if three years of pent up need were being released in a single moment. I drank from her hot lips and wet mouth. We desperately grasped, fondled, pulled, squeezed, caressed and ground against each while ripping at each other's clothes.

I had planned to take make long, slow and gentle love to her the way I had dreamed of doing many times over the past several years. The tingling in our loins was not going to allow that kind of patience. We weren't going to make love. We were going to fuck, pure and simple.

Laura was wedged against the counter with her leg around me and her skirt hiked up. I ripped open her blouse and yanked down her bra so I could fondle her soft creamy melons and firm nipples. I pressed my hardness between her legs rubbing it up and down over her swollen mound. I could feel the intensity of passion throbbing inside me as lust swirled through my body. I kissed around to her ear and nibbled on it while pushing my tongue inside.

"Oh god, Laura... I've missed you... missed you so much."

 

[Honey_B]

Every movement, every caress was a tease and taunt. Were the words as well? It didn't matter to Laura at that moment. For so long, this had been a fantasy she hadn't even admitted to herself. Her body responding to craved his like a drug. Michael had unleased pure pent-up need and there was no turning back.
Laura worked her hand between them, sliding her palm over his erection.

"I don't want to wait anymore, Michael. I don't think I can."

Her voice was a hoarse pant.

 

[Eroticus]

Michael

I felt her fingers wrap around my engorged shaft. I was throbbing with a need to be in her, to feel her hot womanhood squeezing me and drawing me deeper into her body. My fingers pulled the silk crotch of her panties to the side and rubbed across the petals of her swollen mound until moisture seeping from insde her spread across them.

"I want you, baby, I want you now."

I bent my knees and felt her guide the swollen head of my cock between her legs. She rubbed me across her gash until her petals opened. I could feel myself slide into the gateway to heaven. My hands curled around the rounded spheres of her ass and lifted her until I had a better angle. Looking into her eyes with my face almost brushing hers I pushed my manhood into her steamy chamber.

"Ooooohhhh... oh, baby," I moaned as her hot, tight walls gripped my engorged manhood which continued its journey deep into her belly.

 

[Honey_B]

There was nothing pretty about the sex, just heat as they groung against each other. Most of the time, Laura's feet barely touched the ground and not at all when Michael thrust deeply into her. She reached into the thick of his hair as she threw back her head and moaned. A primal sound even to her own ears. All that registered for her was sensation -

moist ...sweet ...hot ...hard ...seep ...ooze ....deep

His cock was inside her, invading her again and again, driving her to urgency. A voice she didn't recognize as her own screamed out, announcing her impending climaz. Her back arched as liquid sensation poured thru every nerve in her body, emanating from their joining.

 

[Eroticus]

Michael

I became possessed, recklessly slamming my cock up into her hot pussy over and over again. I felt her feet grip my ass cheeks pulling me deeper into her tummy. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. Her eyes were shut and head thrown back, jerking aimlessly with each desperate thrust.

Her scream echoed off the walls as her fingernails held a death grip on me. I pounded into her again and again, my own passion building towards a violent explosion. My head started spinning. The throbbing in my loins became more and more intense I could feel my swollen member thrusting deep into her juicy passge. The heat of her womanhood enveloped my throbbing shaft almost as if I were being sucked inside.

With one last desperate thrust I felt all the energy in my body rush to my groin. An intense whitness filled my brain and I heard a distant voice roar.

"Oh god, Laura... AAARRRGGGHHHH..."

Hot liquid surged through my swollen cock and erupted from the tip in a steady stream into her waiting passage... then again and again and again. My head throbbed with a violent pleasure that surged through my being. The last vestiges of my seed dribbled from me. We stopped moving but I didn't dare remove my manhood from inside her, never wanting the moment to end. We just held onto each other catching our breaths

 

[Honey_B]

Laura’s panting eased into something approaching normal and she pushed Michael away. Now that the moment had passed, she was anxious to put some space between them. Her eyes took in the disaster of their discarded clothing. She shook her head and gasped.

My God, what have I done?

She didn’t look at Michael, couldn’t bring herself to do so. Reaching down, she picked up her fallen Chanel jacket and slid it on, wrapping it around her body protectively. It was impossible to grasp the meaning of what had just happened. Laura found it difficult to think with looking at her that way.

“Michael, I need to be alone.”

 

[Eroticus]

Michael

I staggered back trying to collect my thoughts as I zipped my pants. Her words came to me through a distant voice and brought me back to her kitchen. Did I hear her right? She wanted me to leave? This couldn't be, not after we... we what? We fucked, that's what we did. No, we didn't even do that. I fucked her No wonder she was upset.

"Listen, Laura, I... I didn't want it to be like that. I wanted to make love to you, to kiss you and hold you and caress you. I know you care about me Laura... I just know it. Don't throw me out before we have a chance to find out how we really feel."

I moved toward her. I put my hand out and grabbed her arm as she turned away. I wasn't going to let her just walk away. She needed me. I just knew she needed me.