The evolution of Sarah

[wildxfire]

OOC: This will be, for a short time, a closed thread for Chele and myself, once our characters have developed and evolved we may ask others to join in. We write this to explore our own selves and for your reading pleasure, so please feel free to "read" along and I would welcome any and all constructive thoughts.....


IC: My name is Randy, and I pace the floor of my grandfathers cabin, a huge sturdy retreat built for him in the "roaring 30's",now passed on to me.
The cabin is located high in a woody Montana mountain range, the road to it becoming a long, winding path, that discourages most people, giving it a very isolated location.
The mountain air is cool, and I have a fire burning in the rock fireplace, lighting the large front "den" with its warm glow, casting shadows over the sturdy wooden furniture and furs that cover the room.
The reason I pace is because of a friend, Sarah, a tall long legged brunette lady, who I have just recently talked to on the phone.
We had met in college, and become friends, and found a relationship like that of siblings, comforting and encouraging each other thru hard times, laughing and praising thru the good ones.
Distance had seperated us, but not time, and we had stayed in close contact, always there for each other.
We had not become lovers, much to my chagrin, her looks and charm had kept a constant string of suitors at her door, and I had settled for being the "best friend" as she went thru them all.
Lately, her choice of men had led her to a disastrous relationship, one that had broken her heart, and burned up my phone lines, as it fell apart.
The conclusion of her relationship led to the phone call, my invitation to her to join me here, and my pacing of the floor, waiting for her.
She came seeking solace and a caring shoulder to lean on, to recover from her affair, what I planned to give her was much, much more.
I stop and stretch my lean 6 foot frame, hearing the crunch of gravel underneath a set of tires, and walk to the door .

 

[SexyChele]

Sarah

I drive up the steep mountain road with my mind elsewhere, hardly cognizant of the dangerous twists and turns I encounter. My mind keeps repeating my lover's....now ex-lover's words over and over....

"I've met somebody who satisfies me more than you, and she's moving in with me tomorrow."

I had cried so long I had run out of tears. Thoroughly demoralized by the whole scene, there was only one thing to do. So I went home and called Randy, my best friend. After crying over the phone for an hour, he calmly suggested I take a couple of weeks off and come up to his place in Montana. I resisted at first - I had too much to do at work, I said - but Randy had a calming effect, and I knew from experience that his advice was usually sound.

So I made arrangements with my boss, caught a plane out, and now was manuvuering the tight mountain passes. I never knew why Randy and I had not become lovers. He was, in many ways, better looking than most of the men I dated. I remember in college it was his calm manner, even with finals looming, and the way he seemed to so understand me, allowing me to open up and talk to him as I could no other. Well, a couple of weeks with Randy and I knew he would have me laughing agains and I would be back to my old self once more.

I pull into the drive and finally the cabin comes into sight. My, but this place is remote! As my tires grind to a crunching halt next to the house, I see the door open, and Randy's silouette fills the frame. Quickly getting out of the car, I rush to him and hug him tight.

"God, but it's good to see you, Rand! You've always been the quiet in my storms, haven't you?"

 

[wildxfire]

Randy

As the headlights shut off I am momentarily blinded, and blink my eyes to adjust to the dark that enfolds the outside world. I hear the rush of a body coming at me, and feel the press of a warm, full body against me, her scent cloying, desirable.


"As you have always been the rainbow after them" I reply earnestly, a smile lighting my face, now free of worry for her. "God, you are even more beautiful than the last time I saw you" I compliment her, holding her at arms length and admiring her. In truth, she was, her slim body had filled out, adding curves in all the right proportions and places, her long legs now muscular and trim.

"Let me grab your bags" I offered "We have snow sometimes even at this time of the year" heading out to her car, and grabbing as many bags as I could in two arms.

"Did you say two weeks, or two months" I teased as I brought the load in, setting it down on an overstuffed chair, then stopping to admire the vision of her in the firelight.

Sarah had taken her light jacket off, and her profile was washed in the orange firelight, accenting her beauty, and shadowing her full, womans body.

"You don't know how I've missed you" I tell her, crossing the room in several long steps, taking her hands in mine "The talks, the walks, the cheap wine we shared. I miss them all, but most of all I missed you"

The night was late, but I found myself on the couch beside her, talking and listening to her, the hours and words flowing by like magic, as she told me of her pain over her ex-lovers treatment of her.
It was like old times, I thought to myself, as I held her gently as her tears began to flow. Only more intense, and more difficult for me to be just her friend.

 

[SexyChele]

Randy's compliments made me smile. Already I was feeling better about me. Randy had changed for the better as well. With the passing of years, he seemed to gain an added dimension to his good looks.

As he brought my bags in, I removed my jacket and stood by the fire. Almost hypnotized by the dancing flames, I was brought back to reality by Randy's teasing and near presence. Feeling his hands within mine brought a special warmth the fire could never bring about.

Moving to the couch, it was wonderful to laugh and remember the old times we shared. I had kicked off my shoes - had always hated them, and preferred to go barefoot when ever possible. And before I knew it, I had assumed the same position I had when I was sharing secrets with Randy in college - feet curled up beneath me, snuggled into his arm, head resting lightly on his chest. Hearing the beating of his heart, and the vibrating timber of his voice as he spoke brought as much comfort now as it did years ago.

As the tears came over my latest "bad choice", I felt Randy's arms close about me tighter and I knew I was home at last. I was in a safe place, a place I hadn't been in such a long time, and it felt so good.

As the hours passed, I felt drawn to this man, almost wishing his lips were on mine and his hands exploring all the secret places of my body. I tried to clear my head....after all, this was my best friend I was talking to. I knew I was very vulnerable at this point...and the hour was late.

Curling up against him, feeling safe and warm, I murmered against his chest...

"Gosh it's late, and you must be tired. I guess we should try to get some sleep, huh?"

 

[wildxfire]

She was right, it was late, and after the long drive, plus the emotional drain, she was looking pretty tired.

"I've got your room ready upstairs, I'll take your things up and get you settled in" I replied "After a good nights sleep, and one of my famous breakfasts, You'll feel like a new woman, then maybe I can show off my place to you"

Gently I unwrapped myself from her, the heat of our bodies naking the room feel cool, and helprd her to her feet.

"We are going to get you thru this, and then we'll have to work on your choices of men, promise?

I carried the bags up the wide, oak stairway, walking beside her, sneaking glances at her, she was beautiful, I realized, and I didn't want to lose her again.

"Right in here" I told her "Your room faces the east, and has an overlook of the mountain, in the morning, it's almost as breath taking as you are."

It was a large room, with it's own bath and large walk in closets, the canopy style bed taking up one corner of it. I put her bags beside one of several overstuffed love couches, forming a half circle around a smaller version of the fireplace below.

"Make yourself comfortable and sleep in, I'll be around the cabin all day" I told her lightly, giving her a gentle kiss on her lips, and quickly heading for the door.

"Sleep well, my room is at the end of the hall" I told her as I closed her door feeling the electricity of her lips touching mine still running thru me.

Crossing my room I opened the double doors to my own veranda, and stepped out on to it, hearing the comforting sound of the water, and leaned against the balconies rails. This was where I came to make all my decisions, and I faced a large one, perhaps the greatest one in my and Sarah's life.

 

[SexyChele]

I look around the room that Randy has said was mine to use. It was huge! I was still having a difficult time thinking of this as being a "cabin". Everything about the place was very rustic...very masculine, yet very comfortable.

I stood for a few moments after Randy had left, still feeling his lips on mine, still flushed from his compliments. Strange....Randy had done similar things while we were in college, so why so different now? Still I could feel my heart beating a trifle faster than normal.

"Must be the altitude, Sarah, and the fact that you are getting over a break-up. Be sensible, girlfriend!"

I walked over to the loveseat, and quickly unpacked just those things that would be necessary. I would leave the rest for the next day. I slipped out of the khakis, and pealed off the light sweater that I had worn and slid into a long silky peach-colored nightgown, that would normally seem strange in such surroundings yet somehow fit in quite nicely.

I move over to the window....not for the view, certainly, for darkness was all that greeted me. Trying to gather my thoughts, I kept thinking how good it was to be once more curled up to Randy, how he could so easily calm the worse fears within me. It was amazing.

Realizing a sudden chill, I searched for and put on the matching silk robe, which really did nothing against the cold. I was too tired to start a fire, and decided that bed was probably the best option for not. I pulled back the covers, slipped off the robe and slid between the cool comforting sheets. As I turned off the last light, I noticed that the room was soon bathed in subtle moon and starlight.

Feeling comforted, yet still alone, I longed to feel a man's arms around me. It crossed my mind several times to take the walk down to Randy's room, and then I dismissed it. What would he possibly think of that?? As I lay in the dim light of moon and stars, I raised the nightgown and began to finger that most sensitive part of myself. As my fingers moved in and around my sex, I became more aroused until I needed satisfaction. Trying to be as quiet as I could, I took my pleasure with myself, bringing myself to orgasm - hoping that Randy's room was far enough away to not have heard the obvious groans and cries emanatng from my room.

Rolling over onto my side, I eventually felt my eyes close in slumber.....

When I awoke, the morning sunlight was streaming through my window and lit up the room beautifully. Below, I could already smell the delicious breakfast that Randy must have been preparing. I wasn't sure of the time, but I hopped from bed and quickly made it up. Grabbing a quick shower, I dressed in tight jeans and a tight t shirt. Brushing my hair to a brilliant sheen, I rushed down the stairs and surprised Randy in the kitchen.

"Good morning! Mmmm....that smells delicious, and I do believe I'm starting to feel better already! Anything I can do to help out the chef?"

 

[wildxfire]

"Awww, you spoiled the suprise" I mockingly pout, doing my best to act hurt, then smile at the sight of you, fresh and gourgeous in the tight tshirt and hip hugging jeans.

"Grab a plate and help yourself, there's coffee, and juice, freshly squeezed on the sideboard" I point with my spatula, as I flip the last pancake onto the stack, then slide it into the mass of food I have cooked. "Maybe I over did it" I grin looking at the massive amounts of country style bacon I have heaped onto a plate, next to the fresh fruits and croissants.

"Come on, dig in, then lets go sit outside, the air is fresh and clean, and the scenary is out of a picture book" suiting my words I heap a plate full, then grab a pair of mugs and a carafe, leading the way. The view is beautiful, the water I hear from my bedroom is a small creek, flowing over the edge of a rock face, creating a small waterfall before pooling into a manmade dam.

"My grandfather built that dam, with his bare hands, when he passed away he left me this cabin, I'd like to show it all to you, when you're ready. It will tell you as much about me as I ever can, in a hundred years"

I smile at the sight of you, the air gently tugging at your shining hair, pulling it back and showing me your high, flushed cheeks and the long graceful neck I have remebered in my dreams.....

"But first, lets eat, then you will tell me everything about you, starting at when we last saw each other, and what you have done to keep yourself so gourgeous" I grab a grape from my plate, playfully tossing it at you, wanting to hear your experiences, your feelings, your thoughts.....

 

[SexyChele]

I catch the grape, surprising even myself.

"Well, I guess my reflexes are as good as ever!"

Looking down at the huge feast that you has prepared, I am truly touched. You must have gone through a tremendous amount of effort to just make me feel comfortable.

"But truthfully, Randy, while I DO appreciate it, on the reasons I stay so 'gorgeous' to use your word, is that I eat about 1/4 of this for breakfast! Did you invite me up here for some R & R, or to fatten me up so no man will ever look at me again?"

I find myself laughing heartily...the first in a long time. And it feels so good. As I nibble on a croissant I look out over the view spread before us. The morning air is crisp, but fresh, and I can feel the color rising to my cheeks. I take in the bright sunshine, the beautiful landscape, the tricking stream. Everything so peaceful, so calm, so right with the world. I look squarely at you, and then back to the scene in front of me.

"This place is beautiful, Rand. It fits you, and yes, I would expect to find out much about you here. It must be nice to find that special place in the world where you belong so completely. So, yes, I do take you up on your offer to give me the grand tour after breakfast. I would like to love the things that you do."

Sighing softly, I put down the croissant and litghtly pick at the grapes and other fruit on my plate, as I sip on coffee.

"God, Randy, do you remember how idealistic we were in college? We were going to save the world, rebel against the established norm, and forge our own trails. Looking around here, I can see you actually made your dream come true. In many ways, I feel as though I've sold my dreams....along with my soul, and I don't know if I'll ever get them back.

"Yes, I know I've made poor choices with the men in my life, but I did that in college, too, remember? Ha! Yeah, of course you would! You were the one who had to listen to what jerks they were!

"But it's more than that. I mean, I have a good job, a nice apartment, caring friends - can you believe I even have season tickets to the symphony? God, Randy, I should be so happy, and instead I feel so empty at times. I'd like to have that idealism back, you know? I'd like to be that young girl in college again, so full of hope, so full of innocence, expecting the world to stop because she had something to say. But I'm afraid she's gone, Randy. In fact, I'm terrified she may be.

I'm living a life I don't want and can't figure out how to get off the roller coaster. You want to hear something crazy? Sometimes I actually think about chucking the apartment, the job, the car and going to work for a non-profit agency where they still care about people and their concerns.

"But I'm afraid, Randy. So very afraid. To let go. To hope. To trust. It seems I have nothing left to trust in anymore."

I take a sip of coffee, and notice that you are staring at me intently. I place the cup down on the table, and give you a small smile.

"Except, of course, for you. I could always trust you to be there for me, and the one person in my whole crazy world who wouldn't hurt me, couldn't I?"

Popping a grape into my mouth, I try to give you a bright smile. As I polish off the croissant, and finish my coffee, I pick up a piece of bacon and start to nibble on it.

"Well, now that I've either bored you completely or driven you to despression, what's on the agenda for today? We better get these dishes cleaned up first, though, huh? And, no, I insist you let me help you!"

I stick out my tongue playfully, as I toss another grape back to you.

 

[wildxfire]

I sit and listen carefully to your words, reaching deep into them for their meaning, while staring at the gentle vision of beauty you make.

At your offer to clean up I smile, then change it to a grin, as you toss a grape to me, and open my mouth, snatching it from the air.

“Through all the years” I confess to you “I have waited for you, hoping to see you happy in your life, and glad I could be a part of your life, however small”

“I remember the energetic girl, her dreams and hopes, and how she always managed to smile. But most of all, I remember the long walks we would take together, and the things we shared on them, our feelings, our wants, and needs”

“My dream was given to me, almost perfect, this cabin, the solitude of the mountains, and enough money to live out my days, enjoying it all”

I see your eyes become misty, as if recalling those things also and feeling pain at them, and quickly change the subject.

“Let’s get these dishes done, and I’ll take you for a walk in the heavens if you want” I tease, smiling at the curious look that wrinkles your nose “But I get to wash”

I gather a handful of dirty dishes, and stand, sticking my tongue out at you, returning the playful taunt.

 

[SexyChele]

As you speak, I remember the almost totally carefree days of college. The long walks on campus - in sunny weather and in bad weather. The long chats at coffee houses, planning out how we would fulfill our dreams. The hours spent in the library studying for tests I always knew I would fail and you always knew you would pass.

I think back on that girl - so innocent and full of life, never willing to sell her ideals, and my eyes mist over. Maybe here, in the solitude of this cabin, with you here by my side, I can once again recapture the essence of who that girl was and bring her back into the light where she belongs.

I wisk away a tear, and try to smile brightly at your taunt.

"But you ALWAYS got to wash," I whined, "and I always got stuck drying!"

You beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen, arms ladened with dishes, as I pick up the remaining ones and follow you.

The old playfulness quickly returns as we do dishes, and I begin to slap you with the towel, as I did in the old days at your apartment off campus. You seem quicker with splashing water at me, however, than you had before, and before we know it, we are both laughing not caring if the dishes truly get washed or not.

As we finish up, I come to you and give you a hug, and brief kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, Randy. Already I'm feeling much better. Why, I haven't had this kind of fun in years!"

Going into the main room of the cabin, I grab my jacket and look to you.

"Ok, I'm ready for my walk in the heavens now. I can't wait to see all there is to see here!"

You hold out your hand to me and I place mine in yours as you begin to share with me this place you have made as your own heaven.

 

[wildxfire]

The water has soaked your T shirt, molding it to your full curves,
leaving it as a thin, see thru barrier. I tear my eyes from the sight of you, as I hear your words, taking me up on my invitation.

"This cabin was built by my grandfather, and then left to me" I repeated, stunned again as you pull your jacket on, the shirt stretching tightly across your front, two small hard buds nearly pressing thru. Shaking my head, I grin, there were many times I had seen you half dressed before, the effect was just stronger.

"He built a place to come to for solitude, and to gather himself" I tell you, taking your hand and guiding you thru the rear hall, and over the back deck. "I decided it would be my home, and improved on it, a place where I could live, and have that solitude all the time. Everything here is as it was, hundreds of years ago. The trees, the vegetation, all are in their natural state, except for the cabin setting and the dam he built."

"I hope you are still in great shape" I tease you "We have a hike ahead of us, but the view is worth the effort" I promise you as I pick up a knap sack for each of us, handing you yours.

We walk down the winding steps of the deck, and step onto a trail beside the base of the waterfall, the mist from the water catching the morning sun, creating a small rainbow in it.

"Your rainbow, my precious" I point out to you, as we begin our trek up the mountain trail, the smell of the pine and budding flowers filling the cool air around us.

The trail winds along the side of the mountain, following the small, babbling creek, occasionally widening to create a natural hollow in the tall trees, as we walk thru them.

"Any time you want to stop, say so, we have all the time in the world, to look at what you want to, or talk, when you feel the need" I invite you, admiring the profile of your face, as we slowly move up the trail. I know at some point we will talk, and the healing process will begin, and then perhaps I can show you the rest of my world.

As the morning sun rises, it burns off the mountain fog, leaving a cap of mist, shrouding the top.

"They call it God's country, and after a time, I can see what they mean" I tell you earnestly, hoping you will understand, and perhaps accept it. "When we reach the top, you will see a sight only two other people have seen"

The air is refreshing, and I increase my stride, invigorated by it, and the sight of you as we stride along together.

 

[SexyChele]

As we walk, I am constantly amazed at the wondrous sights that fill your world. Although slightly out of breath because of the altitude, I am surprised that I'm able to keep up.

As we talk and walk, I steal small glances at you, and noticed that you do the same with me. Can it be that we are both attracted without trying to be? Thoughts muddle my thoughts, but your confident stride and colorful descriptions of the world around us, bring me back to reality with wondrous clarity.

You speak about reaching the top, and I place my hand on your arm, stopping us both.

"Randy, if you don't mind, I think I need a bit of a rest first. Perhaps some cool water?"

You smile as you find a nice grassy area for us to sit and drink some water. As I sit there, the sun warming my shoulders and face, I feel completely relaxed. I close my eyes, concentrating on the sun beating down on me, and one the man who sits next to me. I open my eyes to find you staring at me.

"I can't help it," I giggle, "this feels so good. I could just stay here forever! I mean it! It is so incredibly gorgeous. I can understand why your grandfather built his retreat here. And I know now why you wish to live here as well."

I look out over the beauty of nature before me, and am awed. Then I look at you...so handsome, so calm, so much like this place.

"God, Rand, why can't I seem to find the happiness you have? I mean, this is so absolutely perfect! But you know what? It's not just the place, it's who I'm with. You bring out the best in me, Rand. I just feel like I can be myself with you, you know what I mean? I've missed that in my life...some one I can be that easy with. Some one who can understand."

I sit up, and kneel between your legs, taking hold of your hands.

"Thank you, Randy. For being there, for being my friend. You mean more to me than you know...really.

Then suddenly, I lean forward and my lips touch yours. I had only meant a soft peck, but instead I find myself savoring your lips on mine, kissing you with all the pent up passion of the last few weeks. I feel your hands on my shoulders, pulling me away. I look up at you but cannot determine your look. I do not know if you are pleased or angry or simply shocked.

Tears brim to my eyes, but these are not tears of anger or loneliness, but tears of longing. As I feel your arms go about me, I cling to you, shedding in my tears all of the fear, anger, loneliness, and self-pity I had. These were not the selfish tears of the night before, bemoaning my "bad choice". These were tears of cleasning, of needing to rid my emotions of the toxins that had been poisoning it all these years. My tears quickly turned to sobs, and I could vaguely feel you stroking my hair and murmuring to me that everything would be fine.

How long I stayed like that, I do not know. I know that when the tears ran out, and the sobbing ceased, your shirt was soaked through. As you held me in your arms, I suddenly knew why all of my choices had been bad. I suddenly realized why every man I went out with somehow didn't measue up. As I pull away from you, I look into your eyes. Is that understanding I see there? Sympathy? Kindness? Or do I see a trace of love? Maybe even the kindlings of desire? Backing away, I quickly look down...

"I'm so sorry, Randy. I just needed so badly to get that out of me, and I'm gald you were here to share it with."

I look around once more, and breath deeply of the fresh air around me.

"Yes, I can see why you would want to stay here forever....it is intoxicating, isn't it?"

I look around for a few more moments, before I look shyly at you.

"So, are you going to take me to the summit?"

 

[wildxfire]

As we stride side by side, I shyly glance at you, at first to make sure you are all right with the pace we have set, then to see if the glances at me are accidental or deliberate. At the suggestion of a break I gladly reply yes, eager to spend as much time near you, and my mountain, as possible.

I can’t help but stare at your prone form, the feminine curves, and sweet hollows of your body. All are irresistible to me, your face, as it relaxes, bringing me back too much simpler days. As your eyes open, I realize I have been caught, and smile at your easy laugh, as you tell me of your appreciation for my world.

What happens next is unexpected, and thrilling, as your face changes with the tone of your voice. Facing you on your knees, I realize how much I have missed you, and give in to the feeling of your lips, as you kiss me. My body cries out for me to take you, as I feel you press against me, then I over ride it and gently push you back.
“I want her when she is ready, not hurt and confused” I tell myself, choking on how to tell you just that, managing only a look I hope you interpret as understanding. With the beginnings of new tears I pull you to me, this time holding you as a friend, as the storm of emotions tear thru you. Hearing your sobs, I want to raise your lips to mine, and kiss you again, but hold back with the same thought. As the anguish in your cries touches me, I sense they are for your good, releasing your pain and internal sufferings.
As your breathing calms, I gently release you, making sure the storm has passed, and you can make it on your own again. Dropping my eyes, as you back away, I hide my feelings, not wanting to push myself, and my emotions on you. “Not yet” I tell myself, “when she’s ready”
Now in control of myself, and then hearing your soft words “take me to the summit” I can respond.
Raising my head, I smile, and offer you my hand. You have taken the first step to recovering, and I have seen your growing affection for my home, and perhaps myself. As you timidly place your hand in mine, I softly squeeze it, looking directly at you, and then nod, a small smile on my lips.

“Let’s go” I reply, “We can make it, together”

This time as we walk, I hold your hand, as we walk slowly, talking little to each other. My thoughts are on the conflicts within me, and how to tell you of them, without scaring you away. I put them aside as we approach a steep hill, and reassure you. “One more small climb, and then you will see what I have brought you here for”

Placing both knapsacks on my shoulders, I urge you forward, to start the climb first. You are hesitant, your eyes pleading with me quietly until I reassure you again with my words. “I will catch you if you fall, and never let anything hurt you, I promise”
With a brave nod you turn and begin your short climb, my hands helping you at the steepest part, pressing against your thighs pushing you onto the grassy knoll above. With a short jump, I catch the edge and pull myself up, beside you, then raise myself to my feet, and offer you my hands.

As we stand, I watch your face for it’s reaction, then step behind you and wrap my arms around you, pulling you backwards to me.
We have walked six miles, and risen in elevation almost three quarters of that. At the point where we are we can see for 20 miles, over the huge valleys of trees, as they climb the surrounding mountainsides, and down onto my home, and the small waterfall beside it. From this elevation, everything looks small, even the huge trees, almost one hundred feet in height. The sun has burned away the fog, replacing it with its warm, gentle glow, erasing all the shadows below.
“Up here, everything is as it seems” I murmur into your ear, smelling your sweet fragrance “There are no hidden trails to deceive you, no one to hurt you, everything is right, as it should be”
Turning you gently, I see your eyes shining, from tears, or the wind perhaps, I think. “You can draw from the strength of this mountain, and stay as long as you need or want” I tell you “Even if you decide forever isn’t long enough”"I've brought lunch, and fresh water, we can stay the afternoon if you wish, or return when you tire of the view" I offer you
Standing there, at the top of my world, I wait for your reply. My hands hold yours, and I shyly gaze at you again, suddenly sure the time is right.

 

[SexyChele]

I had to admit that I felt really good after my "crying jag", and even though I would have been embarassed to let anyone else know the depth of what I felt, with you it somehow felt OK.

At least you had the kindness to not say anything about my red, puffy eyes, bright red nose, and splotchy skin!

As we continued on the trial, my hand in yours, I felt a growing attachment to you who had always been just my "best friend". As you helped me to make the last climb, I knew you meant your words about never hurting me. Those words, and the look of naked truth in your eyes, made me feel as though I could take on any challenge.

Once we achieved the summit, I was overcome. Never before had I seen such a beautiful sight before me. I stood motionless, absorbing what my eyes could not believe, when I felt you move behind me, and felt the warm assurance of your arms surrounding me. Leaning back against you, I felt as though I was leaning against a man who would always be solid and strong.

As you turned me towards you, and spoke of gaining strength from this place, I suddenly knew where your peace came from. It came from this place - the sky, the mountains, the water, even the animals that lived here. Your invitation was almost overwhelming.

As I held your hands, I looked up into your eyes, and was startled a little, yet pleased at what I discovered there. Yet, how long had I already known? And how long had you known? Yes, it seemed so right, so natural - after all we had known each other so well, had revealed so much about each other over the years, love could truly be the only outgrowth of that friendship.

Squeezing your hands, I reach up and gently give you a peck on the cheek, as I smile up at you...

"Well, I think lunch first! I don't think I should ever tire of this view, Randy. It is truly magnificent! And to stay forever? You must be careful.....I may very well take you up on that offer!"

Although I giggled, in the back of my mind, I began to see you in a different way. What would sharing my life with you be like? I couldn't ask for a better friend, and you were trustworthy. Besides, you were good-looking....sometimes too much for your own good, yet you was never conceited. I found myself openly staring at you as you unpacked our lunch, until your eyes met mine with a question.

Blushing, I tried to smile and sat down next to you.

"So, what do we have for lunch?"

 

[wildxfire]

"I'm afraid lunch is cold sandwiches,cheese, fruit, water and trail mix" I reply sheepishly "And a small bottle of your favorite wine"

Placing blanket on top of the grass, I laid out our meager fare, expaining to you in my embarressment. "Everything we carry up, we carry back, there are no janitors here, only us"

"This place gives me strength, rejuvenates me when I am low" I continue "And in return, I take care of it, as one friend cares for another, that way we both continue to grow"

How can I tell her of my feelings for her, or how I have waited thru the years for her, I wonder. Her teasing words of staying had made me want to jump for joy, but I feared they were just her way of keeping the tone light.

Looking at your crimson cheeks I warn gently, as I hand you a small tin cup "Drink a small amount only, at this altitude it's easy to overdo it" then raise my own cup to toast us.

"To friends, to life, to friends for life" I quote, my eyes meeting yours, then looking down, as we eat our food, my thoughts returning to the feel of you in my arms, and how natural it felt.

Finishing lunch, I gather the wrappers and retun them to my knapsack, and using it as a pillow stretch out on the blanket.

"We have several hours of sun, before we have to head down" I say softly, closing my eyes and recalling my favorite dream of you.

In my dreams, I am standing outside of my body, looking at us, and notice the age on our frames, and faces. We are in each others arms, your face is shining, a smile on it, laughter coming from your lips, your eyes showing joy at what I have just said to you. Years have passed, as I see by the height of the trees that surround us, but the joy we share has grown stronger.

Smiling in return, I speak your name, telling you I love you, then suddenly open my eyes, wondering if I have spoken out loud, or in my dream.

 

[SexyChele]

Lunch was perfect, and sharing it with you on top of your moutain made the climb all the more perfect. After cleaning up, I notice that you lay back and close your eyes, giving the perfect opportunity to just look upon you.

Watching you doze peacefully, my feelings swell. I start to look at your face and body in a whole new way. Still handsome, yes, but had I ever really noticed the way your eyebrows arched in that way? Or the length of your lashes as they lay against your cheek? As I look down, I wondered if I'd ever really appreciated the strength in your hands - how well formed they were?

Suddenly, I hear you call my name and then murmur something after it before you open your eyes. Laying on my stomach, I smile up at you.

"Yes, Randy? What do you want?"

"What...what do you mean?"

"Well, you said my name, but I didn't hear what you said after it." I crawl up so that my head rests on your shoulder and I stare up at the clouds in the sky. "Or were you only speaking in your sleep?"

Instead of an answer, I feel your arm snake around me, and I entwine my around it, clasping your hand with mine. Almost without thinkng, I bring your hand up to my lips and brush my lips against it. After doing so, I feel a bit self-conscious, before I feel you lightly squeeze my hand and then feel your lips press against the top of my head. I snuggle in closer to you, a smile on my lips.

"Randy, let's stay here for a while longer, k? I just love being with you in this place. And you know what? Really? I think you just could possibly convince me to stay here forever!"

As I begin to doze off, I feel you wrap me tightly in your arms, as I turn to lay one arm across you. I moan softly my contentment, as a dream begins to form.

 

[wildxfire]

Randy

The feel of you, curled against me, gives me the feel every is right in my universe....The last peice, and the largest is in its place, the puzzle is complete....

I have watched your life quietly, praying silently that someday you would return to me, of your own free will. On that day I would have my chance, if even a slim one to tell you of my feelings for you, and my wishes for you to be with me....

Through each relationship I faced a double quandry, wishing for your happiness and success as it progressed,and silently crying at the thought of losing you. I had watched you grow and mature, in body and mind, and realized I could no longer think of life without you....The day you accepted my invitation to join me at my cabin, was one of the happiest in my life, this was another, you gently sleeping in my arms....

"I love you" I said again, this time awake for real, savoring the feel and sound of the words as they roll over my tongue, "I've always loved you"

You roll towards me, your arm thrown across my chest, your leg across mine, pressing yourself against me as you sleep, a small moan escaping your throat occasionally as you dream....

I watch you smile in your sleep, a reaction to your own dreams, I wonder, or to my words. Brushing your hair gently off your cheek, I lower my head and kiss your soft skin, smelling your sweet aroma. When you wake....I decide....When you wake....

 

[SexyChele]

I have no idea of how long I slept. But my dreams were dreams filled with security and hope - dreams unexpected, of you and of me.

When I slowly open my eyes, I realize the sun has riden through most of the sky. It seems late to me, but I am unable to tell. I feel your arms about me, your body pressed against mine, and I feel safe, secure, and an overwhelming tenderness for you. I really don't want to move - I would love to stay like this for hours, but I know the air will soon be cold, and your arms must be aching from being in the same position for so long.

Slowly, I stretch and give you a small, tight hug. I feel your arms respond in kind, holding me even closer. I roll over onto my stomach, looking into your blue eyes......they can seem so piercing, and yet so comforting at the same time.

"How was your nap," you asked.

A smile plays around my lips as I snuggle closer to you.

"Mmmm....so nice, so very, very nice. I dreamed of us, you know. I dreamt that we were safe and warm and happy. And then I woke up and realized that we are safe and warm and happy!"

Rolling back over onto my stomach I playfully give your lips a light kiss. I'm slightly surprised, yet very pleased, when you return with a lingering kiss - one filled with a certain passion. Allowing myself to surrender, I feel you roll me onto my back where I take the weight of your body on mine.

At first, I'm a little shocked, surprised even. And then, suddenly, it seems so right, so perfect, and before I know it I have my arms entwined about your neck. Oh, but my heart is filled with joy as I murmur your name over and over.

Suddenly, you lift off of me, and help me to my feet.

"It's getting late, and we should go back before it gets dark."

As I help to gather up the stuff we brought, I wonder if that moment of passion was real, or just a thing of the moment. I watch you as you move about, looking at you in a whole new and different light. Where do we go from here? Do we go back to "just friends"? Or is something new about to develop?

Before I can verbalize my questions, you take my hand and help me down from the knoll...

 

[wildxfire]

Randy

The sun has crept deep into the afternoon sky, as you awaken, and my bliss of holding you, feeling your warm curves against me is over, I fear.

As you slowly wake, blinking the sleep from your eyes, your nose curls in a mock pout, and a smile lights your face and eyes. Inquiring of your sleep, I am touched by your words of being safe and warm.

Still in a small daze from watching you, and the feeling of your body pressed against mine, I respond naturally as your lips touch mine, my hunger consuming my logic as I return your gentle kiss with fervor. My passion grows, as you roll with me, and I press my body against yours, our lips sealed, as we return passion for passion.

A small amount of sanity returns to me, as I hear you moans, my name in the middle of each. My heart and body aches, telling me to give into my lust, that you want me as much as I do you.
My hands carress your curves, feeling your body respond, and with a heart wrenching effort I pull myself away from our growing passion, reason returning to me.

The look on your face hurts me deeply, a baffled expression, your eyes showing confusion as I curse myself, and tell you we must go.

Damn it! All to hell! I curse myself as we gather our gear into the bags....Don't push her, you'll only hurt her!

I glance at you only once, not wanting to see the hurt and confused look in your eyes, cursing myself for my own selfish wants, and offer my hand to you as we begin our descent down. I have avoided the questions your eyes have in them, and I press the pace as we quickly race the sun to the cabin below.

I hang my head, mechanically guiding you over the path I have travelled a thousand times, as we approach the rear of the cabin, and climb the deck we had left this morning.

"I'll stow the gear" I offer, guilt ridden "And you can have the first shower, before we eat"

Your eyes are still questioning, as they try to hold mine, and I avert my gaze, pretending distraction .

"What are you hungry for" I question, forcing an unfelt cheerfullness into my voice "Be careful, you're going to have to help me prepare it, if you want to eat tonight"

Your hand raises, and then rests for a long second on my shoulder, as you reply anything will do, then slides down my arm, bringing a shiver to my body, despite the warmth of the day yet.

You ass, I curse myself, You've blown it....Just as she was starting to heal, become herself again, I try to push myself on her, and hurt her even more....I watch your trim figure climb the steps, my eyes wandering to the roll of your hips, and curse myself again...You don't need a hot shower, you need a cold bath!

Taking my own advise, I quickly clean the contents of the bags, and grabbing a towel and sandals, head out to the waterfall, and the pond. At a run I pull off my clothes, that are suddenly imprisoning me, and as I near the waters edge, dive into the cool water....

The shock of the chilled water staggers me, and I rise sputtering, pulling off my shirt, and tossing the sodden mess to the shore. I turn towards the waterfall, and begin to swim towards it, my arms and legs a blur as I churn the water, each stroke a release for the tension inside me. Reaching the fall, I quickly turn, pushing off the rock wall, and repeat the process., over and over.

How many laps I made I lose track of, as the pressure slowly subsides in me, and I rise from the water, walking to the beach and my sandals.Drying myself with the towel, I wrap it around my waist, and gather my clothes, walking slowly towards the cabin, organizing my thoughts.

"I'll play it cool" I promise myself "And if she asks me, I'll tell her the truth, and face the consequences"
Walking up the stairs, and into the hall, I drop my sodden clothes into the laundry chute and turn to rise up the stairs......

 

[SexyChele]

As I watch you pack up our things and hurry back to the cabin, I cannot help but keep asking myself what it is that I have done. Yes, my kiss may have been out of line - and totally unexpected, I'm sure. But the passion that was returned was genuine. I know it was! As you pressed your body to me, as I felt your hands exploring my body, I knew there was a fire igniting in you as there was in me.

This I absolutely knew to be true!

So, now why suddenly won't you even look at me? Why the stiff, almost stilted politeness?

As we hurry back to the cabin, I search my mind for something to say, someway to ask forgiveness if I've done something out of line. I can think of no way to break down the wall that has suddenly arisen......a wall that has never existed in all of our years of friendship.

When we return to the cabin, and you ask me what I want for dinner, I try to convey my feelings with my touch. But it seems to have little effect. I agree to your suggestion of a shower, perhaps it will give me the opportunity I need to think what to do next.

As I slip into the shower's refreshing water, I stand and let the water run over my body. I suddenly realize that my stupid move may have jeopardized our friendship, and that hurts my heart even more. Almost against my will, I few tears escape. I shut the shower off and towel dry, wondering if I should tell you after dinner that maybe this was a bad idea, that I should go home. But I know, deep down, that would be death to our friendship. And that I am unwilling to do.

I wrap myself in a warm chenille robe, and standing at the mirror in the bedroom, I brush out my long dark hair until it shimmers. The color of the sky as the sun sets catches my eyes, and I am drawn to the window. As I look out at the changing light, my eyes are drawn to the pool and the waterfall. I hadn't realized that I had this view last nigth, and this morning I had been too rushed. Now, I gaze upon the beauty, and then notice the form, naked, you, swimming its length. Wondering a little at why you would be there, I cannot take my eyes from the sight. Never have I seen a man swim like that.....almost with anger at the world. As you step from the pond, I step back a bit from the window. I'm not sure if I can be seen, but do not want to take the chance. When I see your nakedness, I know that I should avert my eyes....walk away from the window, and pretend I saw nothing. Yet, I am drawn to the lean, yet musculature build, the broad shoulders and trim waist, and my eyes seek lower, to pubic hair that rises just above your manhood. Yes, I had seen you in various stages of undress before, yet I had never seen you naked, and my heart races at the sight of you. I feel a wetness between my thighs that surprises, yets delights me. I am also confused.....what if I am drawn to you, yet you are not drawn to me?

Damnit! I felt the passion in your kiss...the desire in your embrace. These things are not imagined, though they may be denied.

I turn from the window, my heart feeling heavy and confused. I sit on the bed, staring at the fireplace, almost willing it to tell me what to do. Should I leave? Quietly? Should I stay and play out the charade that this afternoon has become? Or do I do something a little more daring?

Standing at the mirror, I stare at the reflection in the mirror. It suddenly dawns on me that, quite simply, I love you.....and maybe always have, since that day we first met in our college history class. Slipping the robe from my body, I run to fetch the peach silk nightgown I wore the evening before. The silk skims my curves and the color highlights my coloring. I grab the matching robe, and slide it over my arms, leaving it undone. My feet, as usual inside of any house, are bare. I may be making a fool of myself this night, but I feel the need to take that risk, to find where my true happiness may lie. I need to find out if I am at least attractive to you....if I can somehow see the passion in your eyes.

Quickly flying down the stairs, I rush to the kitchen, as I see to you approaching the cabin. I find 2 wine glasses and pour us each a glass, before deciding that it might be best to tie my robe - though with the cut of the silk, there is still not much that is hidden by it.

Walking with the 2 glasses of wine, I meet you as you walk into the cabin. I shy a little at the fact that you are only wearing a towel, and feel a blush come to my cheeks, yet I hand you a glass, as I take a sip from mine.

"I though maybe we could have a light dinner and then maybe you can show me how to build a fire in he fireplace tonight. That is....if you don't mind?"

I can see from the first instant your eyes see me, that there is indeed passion blazing there. Hopefully, if I play the fool, it will not be in vain...

 

[wildxfire]

Randy

I accept the glass of wine and hearing your words, nod in confusion. Your eyes are pleading, telling me something I can't understand, because of my distraction.
The dying light of the sun, shines through your gown, reveals every curve normally hidden, as you sip your wine. The curve of your breast, its full beauty tilted upwards, is revealed in every detail. Your ribs and flat stomach, trailing down to your mound is as well, stirring a reaction in me, that I find hard to hide dressed only in a towel.


"I'll put on some clothes, and be right back" I say quickly, turning to hide my growing erection, and walk up the stairs, holding the towel, casually.
Once inside my room I dress quickly, a pair of comfortable pants, loose at the waist,and a short sleeved, v necked shirt, brushing my still wet hair back with my hand I return to you.

The sun fills the lower rooms with its last rays as I approach you, sitting on one of the bar stools, and I begin to speak.

"We have a cooler full of meat, cheeses and the such,Why don't you choose, and I'll go downstairs and find us some more wine?"

As you move into the kitchen, I walk to the hall, and unlock the door that is the entrance to my basement, with a touch of my palm. Closing the door behind me, I hear the lock reset itself, and take the stairs down into the rooms below.

The lights come on automatically, motion sensing, as I walk by habit, across them to my wine cellar. Inside I search and find several bottles of a vintage I remember as your favorite, a light sparkled red wine. Smiling, at the memories they bring back to me, I place them in a carrier, and step back out of the cool room.

Glancing about, I see the same sight in the main room, as I always do. A large open room, divided by furniture, and equipment, that looks at first glance to be for exercise. Shaking my head side to side, I wonder how I will ever explain this to you.

Bringing the wine up, I pass thru the palm lock, and close the door behind me. You have set the table, not only with food, but wine glasses and several candles as well. The lights are off in the rooms as I set the carrier on a counter, and carry a bottle to the table.


"I want you to taste this, before you see the vintage," I tease you cheerfully. This evening will be difficult to restrain myself from you, I realize, but I look forward to being with you, even as a friend. "Its an obscure label, that I bought the last of, several years ago."

Stepping to the table, I seat you, then myself at the adjacent corner. Opening the bottle, I pour you a glass, and offer it to you, watching your face as I compliment you on the table.

"You have a beautiful touch, the table and food look as if you spent hours, not minutes to prepare"

In anticipation, I watch your face, as you sip the wine, knowing I am testing you.

 

[SexyChele]

I blush slightly at your compliment. I had worked feverishly to put together a meal that could bring about romance....would it work?

As the teasing nature comes back into your voice, I realize that my old friend is still there and my heart is glad. As I had gathered the food together, I had started to wonder - am I attracted to you because of the lack of some one else in my life? Mulling this over and over, afraid that if it were true I would hurt you too deeply, I can only come to one conclusion: No, I am attracted to you because you are you, Randy. I determine in my own mind to try to test the limits of passion between us. Will it be possible to seduce you, Randy? Would you be open to my flirtations? Or am I truly only a friend to you? Was that brief moment of passion this afternoon only a fleeting desire to be with some one, anyone, of the opposite sex? Or was it the telltale signs of a man who desires a specific woman?

In my mind, I see how I would like the evening to progress - a light dinner, some wine, a fire to warm us. Cuddling on the couch, followed by warm kisses, possibly leading to a joining by the fire to be continued in one or the other bedrooms upstairs. The thought sends chills down my spine and my heart to race. I can almost imagine the delight of being held in your arms, the tenderness of your kisses, the warmth of your body next to mine. I've always managed to get what I want, when it came to men, so why not now? Especially from one that is so special to me.

As you join me at the table, I find breathing is a little difficult, and chide myself on my reaction. I must remain calm and cool. I take the glass from you, looking curiously over the rim at you and then smiling.

"Well, here's to a rare vintage"

I raise my glass slightly to you and take a sip. As the warmth from the wine spreads within, I give you a big smile.

"Oh, Randy! Where did you find this? And how did you ever remember?"

Leaning towards you, I give you a hug. I take another sip, enjoying the taste over my tongue.

"This is heaven, Randy. Simply heaven!"

 

[wildxfire]

Randy

I am pleased by your remembering the wine, even more so by your reaction to it. The smile on your face reminds me of the care free girl I met and fell in love with, so long ago...

"I went to the small winery, where we used to buy this, and found it closed down" I reply "I traced down the original owner, and after some haggling, bought the last few cases he had. He seemed quite pleased with the price we settled on, but what he didn't know was I would have paid ten times the amount to get it"

I sip the sparkily flavor of the wine, and then confess. "There isn't much about us I have ever forgot, Sarah, it all was the best part of my life"

At the feel of your arms about me, and the radiant smile on your face, my mood lifts, and my hunger suddenly rises.

"Let's eat, before we waste this banquet you have put together" I say, then tease "Afterwards, perhaps, you can be my desert?"

I am immediately guilty, and apologetic, saying "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, you don't need another man pushing you so soon"

We have each filled our plates from the table, and I offer you a refill from "our" wine. Standing slightly to fill your glass, I am again reminded of your beauty, and the way your gown accentuates it.

"God you're beautiful" I say honestly, in a heart felt tone "What man could ever resist you?"

 

[SexyChele]

"Oh, Randy, I can't believe you went to all that trouble just find this! That was so sweet of you!"

Reaching over I give you a tight squeeze, and one of my brightest smiles....oh, how close I come to once again brushing your lips with mine. As I take a few more sips, I remember how relaxed and calm this particular vintage used to make me feel. I was thankful to you for once again helping to bring back that feeling.

"You know, sipping this, brings back all those good memories. Yes, I do believe those times were the best in my life as well, Rand. But maybe we might create some new, happier times, huh?"

I begin to feel giddy, partly from the wine and partly from the fact that it seems as though the old Randy is back with me once more. At your suggestion for dessert, I feel a blush start to creep over my face and my heart start to race. Oh, yes, Randy, I want to scream. I want to be your everything! But just as quickly you couches his statement, leaving me to remain silent.

At your compliment to my beauty I blush even further.

Looking up at you, searching your eyes...

"Well, Randy, evidently there are men who can resist me.....apparently quite easily, for some reason."

I hope on one hand that you will interpret the statement as I meant it, and on the other I wish I could retract it. But, must forge ahead...

As we eat, I playfully start to feed you, just as I did during some of our nights in college. And with the combination of the wine, I start to feel free, giddy, and just a little tipsy. As we finish our dinner, I stretch in my chair, languidly, as I ask if we might build a fire in the fireplace....

 

[wildxfire]

Randy

Your smile lights my heart, as it does your face, your words of approval, music to my ears. Your words echoing my sentiments of happy times make me shiver, at the thrill of putting the question to rest after all these years.

Years of wondering wether we were meant to be just friends, or more....

Your feelings are quite apparent, as your eyes meet mine, your words of a man resisting obviously directed at me, suddenly my mind is made up, the uncertainty laid to rest. I am calm now, sure what I want, no longer afraid of the risks.

Your motions are teasing, as you offer me each morsel, sometimes pulling it away as I attempt to bite. Your chuckles at my attempts are music to my ears, as you relax, the wine taking effect.

As I watch your stretch, the sheer fabric pulling tightly against your erotic form, I agree to the fire, and help clear the dishes.

We turn and walk into the den, a favorite place of mine, and my grandfathers. The furniture is all over sized, formed in a large lazy circle. Several thick rugs are strewn over the floor in front of them, next to the large hand built fireplace.

"I helped my grandfather place these rocks" I tell you slowly "Each year I came to stay with him, he always waited for me, never added to it until I was there with him. We never missed a year together, from the time I was seven, until the year he died."

Pointing to the mantle, I show you a single, missing rock. "This is the final peice, the only one we never put in place. He taught me many things, thru the years. How to be loyal to friends, and to yourself, and your feelings"

I offer you a seat, amid the huge pile of pillows, on the largest couch. I bend and strike a match, to the kindling I had previously piled for the next fire. As the fire catches, then bursts into flames, it casts huge shadows over the furniture onto the walls. The feeling of being in a mammoth room recedes, as the fire grows, creating our own small world inside its glow.

I have created one fire, and I turn now, to face a greater one that has been burning inside me.

"The food and wine were perfect, and your company made it even more so" I tell you, my face sober, my eyes echoing the intense emotions I am feeling. "Sarah, we have been friends for ten years, thru college and after. I have watched you grow, inside and out, and waited patiently for you, to tell you what I have always known"

From the mantle I pick up and carry a small box, and crossing the floor I sit next to you, the firelight playing off your face, creating an almost mystical appearance in your eyes and cheeks.

"I am thru waiting tonight, Sarah" I say softly, sincerely to you, my voice husky and low. "I no longer want to be friends"

In both hands I hold the leather bound box, flat and wide in shape. Inside as I open it towards you lays a necklace, of silver and gold stands entined, a small pendant resting at its base. The pendant is finely engraved, the details of two small figures are clearly seen, touching each others hearts.

"From the first day I met you, in that stuffy classroom, I have loved you" I tell you, offering the necklace to you "And I have waited.....waited for you, to see if there will ever be a chance for us. Not as just friends, but lovers and more...."

I have finally said what I have wanted to for many years, and always held back, waiting for the right moment. Silently I sit, now, waiting for your reply, and I see the anguish in your face.

"I have gone too far" I tell myself, silently "Too far, and too fast, ruining what we already have" Lowering my head, I begin to slowly close the box.