Decision.
Julia stayed at the window absorbed by her thoughts, distant, pensive, for a long time. It was getting dark and she started to feel the cold in her skin. She closed the window, felt the warmth of the central heating surrounding her.
William was lying in bed naked, his eyes closed but he was not asleep. Probably reviewing his thought, as she was doing before, by the window. She was remembering every moment of the lovemaking the night before, how wonderful it was. She felt loved like never before in her life. So intriguing, with a man she barely knew, now so intimate. She fell in love, not being able to restrain it.
She got up, took off the shirt and went to bed.
She kissed William and his eyes opened. He looked deep inside those greenish blue eyes. They were tearful. They kissed again. They embraced and were touching each other with such passion. She turned her back to him and started caressing, with her body moving against his, touching every part of it. They were getting aroused again and she could feel him. She continued enticing him with her back.
She wanted in a way she had never dared to try. They had to have a first time somehow. She was totally relaxed and exited. She continued to move her back against him until they reached what her intentions desired and with no uncomforting she had him all in herself. It was a totally unexpected nice feeling and fast she reached climax after climax. Having him in such a new way brought her to greater levels of excitement and lust. She avidly moved her body accompanying his movements. Her back arched, her breasts went forward and she moved in waves of pleasure. His hands were caressing her hard nipples and went down to her womb and she was touched so intimately speeding the orgasmic explosion that made both tremble and reach the peak together.
She laid back, let out a sigh and rested on her beloved arms. That was a moment she wanted to cherish forever.
They fell in deep sleep.
It was morning when he woke up. The sunlight was getting through the window. He moved to the side to reach Julia but she was not in bed. –Probably in the shower, he thought.
Soon he got up and went towards the bathroom, it was empty. He came back running to the front and noticed her bag was gone. Julia was gone.
He sat on his bed and cried.
Julia was gone and he had the feeling she was not going to return.
He had that Friday off. He spent the whole weekend alone, in his bed. Her perfume was everywhere. His heart was hurting and there was nothing he could do about it.
Weeks passed, he took to his work trying to forget what had happened. He gave up the Saturday’s strolls downtown, just worked and went home. Part of his will was gone. The sadness he had was as if part of him had died. And he thought it did. It did.
One day arriving home, there was a man standing by the front door. As he approached, the man came towards him asking –Are you William? He complied to and he gave him an envelope saying: -This is for you, good night, he said with a nod of his head, went to a town car parked near the corner and drove away.
He looked at that envelope with a certain anxiety. Decided to get home before opening, he raced up the stairs, got home, closed the door and went to the front room, sat in one of the chairs by the window, turned on the lamp by it and trembling opened the envelope. There was a card inside. The card had an image of some corner café, in Soho.
The back of it was written: “I do not expect for you to understand my decisions. I am doing what I have to do. Only keep in mind I will not be able to love anyone else as I love you, ever.
Julia.”
I never heard from her again. Life went on. I overcame the hurt feelings left by the experience. Eventually started dating again. Few years later, got married, had children, and eventually got divorced. I jumped from one relationship to another. Loved, was loved. None of the feelings got even closer to the ones that happened in that little apartment in just two days, two intense days. I could never take out of my mind the image of her sitting by the window, pensive, rapt.
I believe in what she wrote.
Now in my late years, the one secret I keep inside my heart is the love I felt for her all these years and it didn’t go away.
I will take with me to the end, silently.
End.
Julia stayed at the window absorbed by her thoughts, distant, pensive, for a long time. It was getting dark and she started to feel the cold in her skin. She closed the window, felt the warmth of the central heating surrounding her.
William was lying in bed naked, his eyes closed but he was not asleep. Probably reviewing his thought, as she was doing before, by the window. She was remembering every moment of the lovemaking the night before, how wonderful it was. She felt loved like never before in her life. So intriguing, with a man she barely knew, now so intimate. She fell in love, not being able to restrain it.
She got up, took off the shirt and went to bed.
She kissed William and his eyes opened. He looked deep inside those greenish blue eyes. They were tearful. They kissed again. They embraced and were touching each other with such passion. She turned her back to him and started caressing, with her body moving against his, touching every part of it. They were getting aroused again and she could feel him. She continued enticing him with her back.
She wanted in a way she had never dared to try. They had to have a first time somehow. She was totally relaxed and exited. She continued to move her back against him until they reached what her intentions desired and with no uncomforting she had him all in herself. It was a totally unexpected nice feeling and fast she reached climax after climax. Having him in such a new way brought her to greater levels of excitement and lust. She avidly moved her body accompanying his movements. Her back arched, her breasts went forward and she moved in waves of pleasure. His hands were caressing her hard nipples and went down to her womb and she was touched so intimately speeding the orgasmic explosion that made both tremble and reach the peak together.
She laid back, let out a sigh and rested on her beloved arms. That was a moment she wanted to cherish forever.
They fell in deep sleep.
It was morning when he woke up. The sunlight was getting through the window. He moved to the side to reach Julia but she was not in bed. –Probably in the shower, he thought.
Soon he got up and went towards the bathroom, it was empty. He came back running to the front and noticed her bag was gone. Julia was gone.
He sat on his bed and cried.
Julia was gone and he had the feeling she was not going to return.
He had that Friday off. He spent the whole weekend alone, in his bed. Her perfume was everywhere. His heart was hurting and there was nothing he could do about it.
Weeks passed, he took to his work trying to forget what had happened. He gave up the Saturday’s strolls downtown, just worked and went home. Part of his will was gone. The sadness he had was as if part of him had died. And he thought it did. It did.
One day arriving home, there was a man standing by the front door. As he approached, the man came towards him asking –Are you William? He complied to and he gave him an envelope saying: -This is for you, good night, he said with a nod of his head, went to a town car parked near the corner and drove away.
He looked at that envelope with a certain anxiety. Decided to get home before opening, he raced up the stairs, got home, closed the door and went to the front room, sat in one of the chairs by the window, turned on the lamp by it and trembling opened the envelope. There was a card inside. The card had an image of some corner café, in Soho.
The back of it was written: “I do not expect for you to understand my decisions. I am doing what I have to do. Only keep in mind I will not be able to love anyone else as I love you, ever.
Julia.”
I never heard from her again. Life went on. I overcame the hurt feelings left by the experience. Eventually started dating again. Few years later, got married, had children, and eventually got divorced. I jumped from one relationship to another. Loved, was loved. None of the feelings got even closer to the ones that happened in that little apartment in just two days, two intense days. I could never take out of my mind the image of her sitting by the window, pensive, rapt.
I believe in what she wrote.
Now in my late years, the one secret I keep inside my heart is the love I felt for her all these years and it didn’t go away.
I will take with me to the end, silently.
End.
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