Sherry married her college sweetheart, only to be later trapped in a loveless, sexless marriage. While cleaning the family cabin, she’s surprised by the early arrival of her husband’s long-lost college friend, Paul. Sherry remembers Paul—he was one of the ones who got away and a plan to rectify her long-term celibacy forms in her mind.
Paul has also been forced into celibacy and cannot ignore the desire he feels for Sherry. While they both know pushing the boundaries could cause heartache, the long denied gratification of a warm touch and a loving caress is too much to ignore.
They share a night of boundless pleasure, taking their fill of each other’s bodies. Once they’re done, will they be able to go back to the sexless lives or will the experience forever change them? Warning: This story contains elements of adultery.
Sherry squeezed Paul’s hand now. “That’s okay,” she said, no longer needing or wanting an apology at all. “We can definitely chalk that one up to the beer now.”
Paul fixed Sherry with a meaningful stare. “No, we can’t, Sherry.”
Paul squeezed hers right back. She could feel her heart beating in perfect time to the quickened heaving of Paul’s chest. She knew she and Paul now were in the same place, whether they belonged there or not. The part of her that wanted to pull away, that knew she should pull away was dissolving into the growing part of her that was waiting for Paul to sweep her up into his arms, and making a moot point of all possible resistance.
I’ll let him seize the moment if he wants it. I want him to want me, but not because he knows I want him. Sherry cast her gaze away from the table and Paul. She could feel Paul lighten his clasp of her hand now. Her heart sank. Then she heard the rub of his chair legs on the deck. She cast her gaze back now. Paul stood and reached out with his free hand for her other one. Sherry saw his expression fixed, determined but lacking in any expectation. He’s offering, not taking. What do I do now? ‘Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...’
Sherry felt her legs lifting her from the table as if urged on by a thousand flashing sensations of soft, warm, tender and glow that were awakening depths of her she had believed had long since gone cold. His embrace when they met enveloped her body in a cocoon of promise. She responded with complete surrender. Their lips met like lightning striking a dry forest, a fire igniting those cold depths of her being. Paul’s grip tightened around her. She raked her fingers through his hair. I’m lost now, and I don’t ever want to be found.