Helen regretted the years they had missed she had lived a dozen lifetimes in her years on this Earth, but she would have gladly swapped all the good t...mes just to be able to go back and correct the wrongs she done to the lovely man who had been her first lover, and who now would be her last. Helen had been comforted by Jonathans love and devotion, and he had made it seem worth going on, until the morning when she woke up in the bed they had shared for the past few years to discover that he was. It's not an analogy as much as something driven by the subconscious. Both want intimacy on a scale vastly larger than interlaced fingers while they walk across the bridge at Royal Gorge. Each hopes that the time will come when her hand can slide languidly from his thigh to the bulge in the front of his pants as they drive along some road, made breathtakingly beautiful by the flaming gold of aspens in the fall.But part of the joy, and excitement, and almost dizziness of falling in love is the. We saw to that. You saw to that. He’s a man and I’m a woman. We’ve wanted to have sex with each other for weeks so we did. It was stimulating and it was satisfying. We both enjoyed it – a lot, I think. It was everything either of us ever thought it would be.“And you know what? It wasn’t anything more than that. It wasn’t a love story that they will write songs about someday. The attraction we felt was sexual; it wasn’t romantic. That was something we didn’t know until we did it. When he looks. " Her hands came up and caressedmy boobs. "Oh god and these... They feel so good, fuck me, they areperfect. I am so glad you only got little ones, they are perfect foryou."She kissed Carol and then me. "Fuck you are so lucky, I am jealous."It sort of became a thing for us to get together occasionally. Time didsoften my stance but it was still tense and we still tip toed around theobvious subjects. Carol begged me to allow her to invite Viv and Yvesaround for dinner, it was her solution to the.