"I'm Glad we Didn't Listen, Look at What we Would be Missing"

[leeghan]

It was the first day of high school. For weeks I had plotted how I would rise up the popularity scale, and what accessories I would use to match my perfect first-day outfit. I had heard all about the cute football players, they were the reason I was inspired to wear a skirt that barely fell past my thighs, but they were not who caught my eye. Everything was different than I thought it would be, no girls whispering behind their hands to each other and no nerds getting shoved into their lockers. It really wasn't that bad, maybe a little boring, but everything changed once I arrived at choir class. I had only taken choir because freshman didn't get many classes to choose from and I knew mouthing the words to the music was a better fit for me than trying to play a tuba or paint a sunset.

The nervous kids were all in their seats for 10 minutes, waiting for the teacher to arrive, before they began to step into the aisles and mischievously talk to each other. I was pretty shy and didn't have many friends so I just sat and listened to the buzz of chit-chat.

“Ugh! I hate it when teachers are late.” Said one girl, staring at her nails in the most snobby way, checking to see if she had broken any since the last five minutes she checked.

“Especially on the first day!” Replied another girl, curly hair way past her shoulders.

“I heard it's his first day. As in his first day ever!” A scrawny boy spoke, shoving some other guy playfully.

I pondered what they had said and realized it grew harder and harder to stay awake. I was not used to waking up at six, after sleeping until noon over the summer. I froze mid-yawn when Mr. DeWyze strode into the room. I knew that that was his name because he had just written it in big, block letters, the type you would expect to see gratified on the side of a building, on the whiteboard. He was unlike any teacher, any person, I'd ever seen. He was young, probably fresh out of college, wearing a tight band T-shirt with baggy pants that were slipping down his butt. His arms were heavily tattooed and he was wearing a guitar that covered up the band logo on his shirt. Strangest of all was how attractive I found him.

“Hey guys!” He shyly, but loudly said.

“My name is Lee. Don't go calling me Mr. DeWyze. I could say 'That's my father!', but that's cheesy and he's dead.” Lee said matter of factly. “I just prefer Lee.”

Everyone stared at him, trying to take in this new, weird teacher.

“Sorry I was late today, I just was...” Lee's eyes shifted nervously at the baggy of shredded green plant on his desk that he quickly stowed into his pocket, “Busy.”

He prowled across the room to the open windows, streaming light into the large classroom, and shut the curtains, leaving the room dark. “I like it a little dark and with the lights off.” He growled, his eyes shining like a cat's in darkness, “It helps the music flow better, in my opinion.”

Lee strummed a few chords on his guitar before turning to face the class. All I could see were the shining pricks of his blue eyes gazing at me. He began humming and told us to join in. I could tell from the way he ignored the rummaging and clicking of manicured nails on cell phone keyboards, that he was so into the music. When Lee purred an unrecognizable songs to the lively guitar rhythm it made me so hot between my legs that I couldn't help but put a finger to my panties after looking around to see that the coast was clear.

“I don't believe in sheet music and text books, I think that's a pretty shitty method of trying to teach kids to love music, so I would rather that we just memorize the words by listening to the real thing.” A few kids looked up when he swore, “I think our first song will be a little number by Simon and Garfunkel, and I hope you enjoy it as much as me. If you know the words, sing along, otherwise just follow my lead and begin singing when you feel comfortable. I'll teach you guys the chorus quick, first.” Said Lee excitedly, showing a strong love for music. He took us through a few lie la lies before turning on a quiet, melodious song that was made more beautiful by Lee singing with it and playing his guitar in all the right places. He made that song his own and I could tell that he was much too talented to be stuck playing for teens who could care less. I left choir class awed and gasping for air, trying to calm my racing heart.

The first week of school went by quickly and I already had made many friends, enemies and even some boys in math class were hitting on me! I also got a piece of 45 minute heaven everyday, getting to watch Lee DeWyze sing his heart out. His sparkling blue eyes and perfect pink lips, surrounded by cute scruff, put me in a trance and the minutes flew by and before I knew it, class was over. I saw Lee coming towards me and in my state of shock I knocked over my pencil bag. Markers, pens and pencils fell with a bang to the ground, scattering everywhere. Lee came over and began helping me pick them up on his hands and knees.

“Hi, I've been meaning to talk to you.” He said to me, still on the ground. He talked to me! I was ecstatic, but all of a sudden I became bashful, running my fingers through my hair.

“Ab-About what?” I stuttered, blushing and looking at anything but him. I realized everyone else had already left the classroom and it was just us. I quickly threw the rest of the pens into my bag and as I was reaching for the last pencil, Lee's hand touched mine, since he was also about to grab it, and we both froze looking up at each other. He leaned towards me, I knew he was going to kiss me, I could just feel it, but he quickly stood up and looked around awkwardly.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about...You not singing with the rest of the class.” He finally replied.

Oh shit! I thought, knowing that the reason I didn't sing was because of him, but I couldn't tell him that.

“I'm just...Nervous!” I shrugged, giving myself a mental pat on the back for not having to lie to him.

“I can help you with that.” Lee smiled. “I could give you after school lessons, if that's alright with you.” I couldn't help but notice the deep reddening on his cheeks. I had no idea how I was planning to sing in front of him, but I couldn't help but say, “Sure!”

He arranged the lessons to be in his office and told me that we would start that evening. I didn't really hear a word he said, just nodded and grinned at him, eyes full of puppy love.

My heart was beating overdrive that whole day as I nervously anticipated my first lesson with Lee. I didn't want to get my hopes up, who knows maybe it wouldn't be just us and maybe he didn't even feel the chemistry I felt with him. Finally the bell rang and I was so anxious that it startled me and I jumped out of my seat with a small scream. I grabbed my backpack from my locker and ran down to his office, beginning to pace outside the door, deciding what I would say. I knocked on the door and before I could finish one pound of the fist, Lee opened it as if he'd been waiting for me.

“Hello.” He smiled, leading me into the room with his hand on the small of my back. I squeaked back a “Hi.” and he smirked at me in a boyish way. Lee told me to make myself comfortable and asked me if I had any song requests.

“How about, Row Row Row Your Boat.” I said meekly, saying the first thing that popped into my head. He rolled his eyes and told me, “Come on! You can think of something better than that!”

“Hmm...Do you like the Stones?” I asked hopefully, this question was make-or-break since they were my all time favorite band.

“Yeah, love them!” He replied, beginning to tune his guitar, but still looking at me with his sleepy, yet bright blue eyes.

I gathered up my nerves and asked, “Which song do you want to do?”

With a wink as if testing me, he said, “Beast of Burden.”

Lee looked at me as he sang about wanting to make love to me, and I had my mouth opened in delight the whole time. He looked frustrated when he said, “Why aren't you singing? I'm not that intimidating, am I?” My mouth mouthed words uselessly and I clapped a hand over it so I didn't look any more like a fish out of water than I already had.

“Here, I'll help you. Stand up.” Lee tenderly told me. I stood at his request and he placed his hand on my stomach. “Okay sing this. La.” He sang the last note in a medium range and I choked it out.

“See, this is where your diaphragm is. If you're singing the right way, you should feel it puff out.” He rubbed his hand on my tummy and I shivered with the sensation.

“Like this!” Lee grinned, grabbing my hand and putting it on his stomach. He kept his hand covering mine and its warmth was overbearing. I could feel the tiny bit of chubbiness on his stomach and I couldn't help but stroke my hand across his tiny hips. He groaned in satisfaction and grabbed my hand away.

“Okay next,” Lee gained his composure back, “I want you to sing, ti, and see how your chest breaths in at the perfect time.” I sang it and put my hand where he showed me, on himself, right between my breasts.

“Um, no, not there.” He told me. “Right...Here!” Lee put his fingers even closer to my right boob and I tingled with delight. “This is where one of your lungs is located. You want to make sure to take a big enough breath before singing a long note.” He traced my chest and shivers ran up my spine when his finger ran right over my nipple. His face flushed and he pulled his hand away when he felt how hard it was.

“The straighter your posture is, the better your voice will be heard.” His finger trailed down my spine and his other hand held my flat stomach, showing me how to stand just right.

“The last thing you need to do is moisten your lips,” He licked his own lips, then brushed his fingers against mine. “And sing.”

By the second week of my lessons with him, I began feeling comfortable and we actually had real conversations, not just teacher-to-pupil. Lee was hilarious and knew just how to get me laughing and his sensitive side always showed whenever I was having a bad day. He seemed to realize how close we had gotten to being intimate, my first lesson, so he toned it down and made up for his lack of flirtatiousness with friendliness.

“So Lee, do you have a girlfriend?” I said, through the laughter from his last joke. The atmosphere of the room became serious and awkward. but I was relieved when he told me that he didn't.

“Do you want one?” I asked, gazing up at him, trying to make my grey eyes cast a puppy dog look.

He cleared his throat and said, “I don't think we should be talking about this.” Lee looked shocked when a tear slipped down my face. I couldn't believe myself, I was crying in front of him! Damn! The harder I tried to keep them in, the more tears that poured out. He put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a tight hug. “Why are you crying?” He asked timidly, hugging me even tighter, “Did I say something wrong?” He was panicking and began stroking my dark hair and rubbing my back.

“It's nothing. Nothing! I don't know why I'm crying. I guess I'm upset because I thought we were friends and I forgot that I am just some kid.” I mumbled between sobs.

“We are friends and you aren't some kid to me. I just wanted to make a boundary in our relationship, but I did it all wrong. It's hard for me not to give into temptation with you.” I looked up in surprise at his words and said, “Why? How am I tempting in any way?”

“Are you kidding me? You're gorgeous. You deserve someone your own age, not a teacher slash wannabe rock star!” He laughed, intertwining his fingers with mine.

“I'm not gorgeous. Even bland is an overstatement with me.” I sighed, looking at him doubtfully. He was even more shocked than me when I said that, and his blue eyes, framed with thick lashes blinked hard in surprise.

I couldn't help but believe Lee when he solemnly told me, “Trust me. You're are beautiful. If I wasn't a teacher and it was legal to go out with a 16 year old, I would be begging you to take me. This is completely inappropriate for me to say, but it's a fact.” I smiled and said, “I'm only 15.” His lips trembled with laughter and he said, “Even with that.” Lee paused and murmured, “Maybe this will make you believe me?” Before I could contemplate his words he pressed his full lips against mine and traced my lips with his soft, wet tongue. I pulled his body closer to mine and rubbed my pelvis against the hardness that was just about bursting out of his pants. He pulled apart and with a sly smile he said, “Now do you believe me?”

Freshman year passed by quickly, full of innocence and sweet secret kisses and before I knew it, it was summer. I missed Lee a lot, but thoughts of him moved to the back of my mind when the new boy moved in, next door.

He was bronzed with a ripped eight pack, brown, fluffy hair and flat, coal coloured eyes. He wasn't my type at all, but I longed for the attention I had been missing from Lee. He introduced himself as Brian, and all the girls on my street fawned over him, so I was surprised when he asked me, of all people, to go out with him. I agreed without a doubt of course, not even considering what I had with Lee.

Summer crept by and, once again, I was picking out the first-day outfit.

Lee stopped me in the hallway with an embrace and a huge grin on his face, but I shrugged him off with a sad smile and didn't even look back to see his disappointed face. I began caring less about my friends and grades and more about Brian. He was my everything and I didn't care to waste time on my music lessons with Lee anymore, because that time had to be spent with my Brian.

It wasn't until the day I denied giving Brian a blow job, that I found out what a temper he had. He smacked me across my cheek and dropped me off at my house without a word as the tears streamed down my face. That night I fell asleep, rubbing my sore cheek and dreaming of Lee.

A month later I dropped choir class because Brian told me to. My parents noticed how shut away I was, but they didn't suspect Brian because he had always been such a gentleman. Finally, I cracked since I couldn't take it any longer and I knocked on Lee's office door, mascara running down my pale cheeks. He opened it and before saying anything. hugged be so hard I could only gasp for air.

“I missed you.” He sighed as I breathed in his sweet scent. After the long embrace he asked, “What's wrong?” I told him about Brian and how bad my life was. He seemed sad but also a little angry.

“Why couldn't you tell me this before? Why have you ignored me and dropped my class?” Lee said, his brow furrowed.

I countered his questions. “WHY DO YOU THINK? I WANT TO LOVE YOU, BUT I FUCKING CAN'T WITH ALL OF YOUR STUPID BARRIERS! I'M SICK OF YOU ACTING LIKE YOU CARE AND THEN PUSHING ME AWAY! FUCK ALL OF YOUR DAMN LIMITS! I HATE YOU!” Lee cringed with each of my screams and looked like he was about to cry. Without a word, he left the room leaving me all alone.

I wasn't by myself for long. Brian came bursting into the room shortly after.

“Why are you avoiding me, bitch! Trying to fuck the choir teacher and he rejected you? Ugly slut!” The verbal slaps were too much and I began sobbing again.

“Everyone knows how you used to whore around with him, there is no denying it! I never thought you would run from me to him though. You sure are down grading.” I couldn't speak, I just gulped when he screamed, “You'll pay bitch!”. He punched me straight in the jaw and I yelped in pain as I fell off the stool and onto the floor. He began kicking me with all of his might, right in the stomach over and over. I vomited on the ground from the pounding abuse he laid on me, but I couldn't help but feel I deserved it. He gave me one more brutal kick to the head before I began toppling over to the glimmering, black side of unconsciousness. A light appeared in my view of vision, but it was by no means holy, just the door bursting open. Through glazed, hardly-there vision I saw Lee grab Brian by the neck and shove him onto the ground. Lee placed his foot on Brian's throat and I could tell he was trembling with built-up rage, wanting to snap Brian's neck. I prayed that he would resist so he could keep his job and I was proud when he glowered at Brian, while dialling 911. Lee's foot still rested upon Brian's chest to keep him on the floor, but I could feel his gaze of love penetrating into me.

“I'm so sorry.” Lee spoke at last, breaking into tears. “Sorry for leaving you. I feel so guilty that I could've been there and prevented this, but instead of hearing the call of help you whispered in your confessions about this summer, all I could concentrate on was how hurt I was when you said that you hate me.” He continued crying and looking like he was in more pain than I was; laying in a bruised and bloodied heap on the floor.

“It's alright.” I whispered hoarsely, coughing up blood.

“Do you love me?” His voice trembled. “Because I can leave your life after this if you want.”

Even in the pained state I was at, I jumped up, hurting my stomach in the process and leaped into his arms.

He smiled serenely but murmured, “Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself.” I could feel how much love was in his voice, and he could hardly let me back onto the floor because he wanted to hold me.

The police finally came and handcuffed Brian, allowing Lee to finally lay on the floor next to me so he could brush his fingers through my hair, full of dried blood. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up in a sterile hospital room, full of harsh bright lights. I was starving and I could feel someone holding my hand, sitting in the chair next to my bed.

“Lee!” I weakly greeted, longing to pull off the covers and jump into his warm arms. I could feel my nakedness and I was in so much pain, but somehow I still crawled out of bed and into his lap. Lee looked weary and surprised, trying to avert his eyes from my nude body, but happy all the same, cradling me.

“I'm so glad you're awake.” He told me, and I could tell he was. “But you've got to get back into bed. I promise this isn't a 'limit' but the nurses will kill me and I'll get fired if they see us like this.” He kissed me on the forehead and I soaked up his love before delving back under the covers, into my slumber.

I returned back home that evening, covered in gauze and bandages, with a strict warning to stay in bed for a week. I was disappointed not to see Lee when I woke up this time, but it was already late morning and he had to teach. All that day, lying in my own bed, I had a smile plastered on my face thinking of him and when he arrived at the door with flowers in tow, I couldn't have been happier. He stopped by quickly with well-wishes and left before I could tell him how much what he did meant to me.

A week later I returned to school and could feel the whispers of my peers pressing against me. They meant nothing to me and I scurried down the halls to Lee's office. He opened the door and I slung myself at him, kissing him on the mouth. My classmates gaped and he had a warning look in his eyes.

He quickly closed the door behind us, kissing me back much lighter than how I crushed my lips to his.

“I don't think we should do this.” He finally said when he came up for air.

“I know we're friends.” He paused, “Well more than friends, but we could both get in so much trouble!” I knew he was right, and he knew it too, but with a sad sigh I proclaimed, “Will you wait for me?”

“Wait, what?” Lee replied, looking confused. I blushed and said, “I don't expect you to physically wait for me, you're a grown man and can fuck as many people as you want, but can you save your love for me?” He nodded, all smiles and gripped me tight to his chest.

“From now on, you're my teacher and I'm your favorite student.” I commented, not able to look away from his beautiful eyes.

We kept that up for a whole year. Besides our too-long glances in the hallways and being a little too flirty, we both kept our ground and became really close friends. Everyone knew I was his favorite student and it made me shiver with delight to know that it was true.

One day in the middle of my junior year, at my after school lesson with him, we finally crossed the line. Lee and I were singing You're Still the One and I was giggling when he imitated a southern Shania Twain accent and I accidentally fell of the stool from laughing so hard. He whipped his guitar away and placed it quickly on the table before he dived onto the ground next to me to see if I was alright. He was extremely protective, like that and that made me laugh even harder, watching him fly onto the ground to save me.

“Are you okay?” Grinned Lee, brushing my hair, with his fingertips, away from my face. He looked into my eyes with such care and kissed me tenderly, touching everywhere on me that he could reach. I unbuttoned his shirt, sighing in disappointment when he got up and left me hanging.

“Just locking the door.” Lee said, and we both knew we'd break down all of the boundaries we had set, without regret. He knelt back onto the ground, pulling off his shirt and casting it aside. He kissed me again, this time more passionately, with such need and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth and rub myself against him. I could feel his penis stiffen under my touch and I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Lee unzipped my sweatshirt and could see my nipples poking out from my thin tank top, and he slowly squeezed my breasts, holding his breath excitedly.

Lee looked up from his task, with a sloppy grin on his face, “Are you sure this is okay?”

I took off my tank top and showered him with kisses for encouragement. The touch of his fingertips on my bare skin was ecstasy and I returned the favor by rubbing his soft chest. I gasped in pleasure when he used his tongue to arouse the sensitive skin around my nipples and all the way down to my navel. Lee must have longed for more because he started unzipping my jeans, slowly slipping them off while tickling my bare legs, all the way to my feet. After massaging my smooth legs, he skid my tiny boy shorts down to my knees, his mouth hanging open, gleefully. Before he even touched it, my vagina quivered with longing and that's all he needed to see. He immediately put his tongue inside of my slit, slipping it in as far as it would go and wiggling it to make me feel so good that I sighed in contentment. He lapped the sensitive folds of skin and I practically had to shove his head down deeper so he could stop torturing me with his light, feathery touch. Lee gave me a simperingly charming smile as if to say I could still say no. When I smiled back with no reply, he shrugged and inserted his although calloused, soft, fingers inside of me. He fondled me momentarily as if testing the waters and then began rubbing against my clitoris with all of his might. Each moan from me fuelled the acceleration of his quick fingers and when he took me to my climax he didn't even stop, but kept me racing towards another one. Each clench from my tight pussy around his fingers spurred him to keep going and I realized all of that guitar playing had really made his arms and hands strong. When I finally let out a scream from the second orgasm he led me to, Lee was wrist-deep inside of me. He slowly drew his hand out of my vagina and licked my running juices from his fingers, deeply satisfied with himself for pleasuring me. He went to town licking my exhausted pussy clean, and soon began kissing my lips as sweetly as he had started. I loved him more than I could even say and I wanted to pleasure him back, but he refused, genuinely wanting to cuddle. He caressed my shoulders and nibbled on my ear and I laid on my side, facing him. My breasts were pressed against his strong chest and our breaths were matched to each others, each exhale made our chests brush even closer. A ring from his office phone took us back to present and he grimly began dressing and talking on the phone at the same time.

“Yeah, I'll be right there.” Said Lee to the phone, with a grimace and a roll of the eyes.

He finally gave me a glum look and said, “I have to go now. I love you so much and we can always forget about this and start anew if you want.”

“No.” I spoke from the heart, “I loved this and I couldn't be happier to get a lover and a teacher all put in one.” Lee chucked and responded, “I wouldn't want anything more than you. Not even my job. But I care about you and your education and I'm not sure we should be doing this.”

I finally said, “You're all that matters to me.”

After my first sensual encounter with Lee, I couldn't get enough. I was insatiable and the only thing that could curb my hunger was Lee's wandering fingers. Lee knew I was a virgin and he'd like to keep it that way, at least until the birthday that made me legal, only one more year. I protested, telling him that I didn't care, but he said we weren't going to discuss it anymore so his tongue and hands had to do.

I could tell my classmates knew something was up; the shared giggles between Lee and I in the middle of a song, when we 'accidentally' brushed against each other or when our hugs looked more like groping. I didn't mind the taunts or jokes because all that could faze me was what Lee did.

Six months since our first barrier breaking experience, I finally begged him to break the one he'd been refusing. He could tell how much I was pining and I could see the wanting in his eyes as well, but it still surprised me when he agreed. Lee wanted my first time to be special, with candles and romantic music, but I disagreed and said this one would be painful and gross, so we could save the romantics for our second time.

We didn't even plan it, everything just fell into place one afternoon, two months away from summer.

Lee was watching me, love plainly shown in his blue eyes, and I finished a math assignment and finally wrote the last formula out, but I was getting so confused and frustrated.

“Why do you have to watch? Why can't you fucking help me!” I cried unhappily at him. He quickly got up and approached me, rubbing his hands through my silky hair.

“Are you seriously just going to sit there? Help me!” I yelled at him, growing more frustrated. He laughed at my anger and I had reached a boiling point. “Fuck you!” I screamed, throwing my papers onto the floor. He looked aghast and gave me a hug, looking for forgival, but I ignored him. He pulled me even closer and I began pounding my fists against his chests, so mad I was crying. I felt bad he had to suffer through my PMS abuse, but that didn't stop be from shouting, “I'm a failure! Fuck my stupid grades! Fuck my parents! Fuck me.” Lee cocked his head to the side and he tried to hide his amusement when he said, “Did you ask me to fuck you? I hate to say it, but watching you angry turns me on so much.” It turned me on a lot too, for some reason, and I unballed my fists and tore off his shirt. I also unbuckled his belt and watched like a little girl in a candy store when I saw his bulge through his boxers that I had had so many fantasies about. All he had on was underwear and his tie, striped against naked flesh. I stripped down to my soaked panties and rubbed my wetness against his hidden package. It didn't take him long to take off both of our underwear and before I knew it, all of him was inside of me. It did hurt a little, but I don't remember the pain, all I remember was the door opening and my science teacher entering, he was tipped off my one of my peers, gasping in disgust.

Lee was fired the same day I lost my virginity to him, although the latter only lasted less than five seconds. In-and-quickly-out, the same way Lee left our school that night, after gathering his belongings. You can sure believe that I was in trouble too, although not as severe as him. No matter how many times I told the principal, the school therapist and finally my parents, no one believed that it was I who asked him to deflower me. My parents wanted me to try to press charges and get Lee put away, in jail, but they stopped saying that after I burst into tears every time they mentioned it.

It was hard getting my old life and friends back, after keeping them away for so long, none of them had much trust left for me, especially considering I had a love affair with a teacher. I finally made friends with Becca, some girl in my home room. We never got very close because we were really different people and she always liked to say things to make me mad.

“You know, even if Lee and you had gone on in secret, you never would have made it as a couple.” She would say.

“Why do you say that?” I'd ask, puzzled.

“He's a grown man, he probably has a girl friend and he was just using you for sex.”

I soon started avoiding Becca; better no friends than terrible ones.

Although days ticked by slowly, somehow my lonely wallowing and gloominess made it to the end of senior year. I had just turned 18, the only people who came to my party were my mom and dad. I hadn't heard from Lee for over a year and I was doubtful I ever would. The agony of trying to wake up from my Lee-infested dreams sometimes overtook me and I had to swallow pills just to get through one day of hell. I felt much more relief, than pride when I heard my name announced. There were virtually no cheers from the crowd as I slowly loped up the stairs to collect my diploma. After the ceremony I made my way to my locker, while most kids were taken out to eat with their parents and friends, my parents had long tried to have fun with me to no success. I couldn't believe my surprise, my emotions had been numbed the last year, when a dozen roses fell from my locker. Love, that I had forgotten how to feel, poured into my veins and my heart thrashed gleefully inside me when I read the attached note:

I can't believe I missed your graduation. I'm not allowed to return on school grounds (these were dropped off by some other teacher) and I would do anything to be able to see you. I am so proud of you and I miss you more than I can say. I'm also mad at myself for missing your big 18th, so enclosed is your present - I untaped a $100 dollar bill from the back - I hope you use it wisely. Or you can buy a few packs of cigarettes, haha. Anyhoo, I was hoping you wouldn't mind meeting me for some coffee in the morning, the address for the cafe is on the back of this letter. I can't wait to see you again! -Lee.

After I had gotten over the initial shock of joy, I got angry as well. Why the hell did it take him this long to contact me? I ripped apart the note without thinking and chucked the roses into the trash can, not bothering to smell the sweet, red petals. The school was a long ways from my house, but it felt good to run and let the rage run off of me with my trickling sweat. My hair was astray and messy, random curls falling from my bun, and my graduation gown was whipping behind me. I couldn't stop thinking about Lee, I kept changing my mind about him; regretting tearing up his note, then hating him so much it made me shake to suppress the anger. My tears were well disguised as sweat and neither my mom nor my dad bothered to greet me when I stomped through the door and ran up to the room I had made my dungeon.

Never having gotten along well with my parents, I moved out of the house as soon as I possibly could. I had a tiny apartment that my shitty job as a waitress could hardly afford, and I had easily decided to skip college. The day after graduation I ignored Lee's cafe request, but it still hurt that he never even called me to see what had happened to our plans. That's the last I had heard of him until two years later in some bar, where I was sipping a beer all alone on a stool.

“You're still the one I run to, the one that I belong to, you're still the one I want for life...” Some guy at the front was singing karaoke with his guitar. Damn, he was pretty good too. I couldn't help but reminisce the memories, that was Lee and my song. Either the alcohol or the music began to hit me and I started singing along.

“You're still the one that I love, the only one I dream of...” I wanted to get a better view of my singing partner and I swear, my heart exploded when I saw Lee's blue eyes twinkling at me from across the room. I finished my beer in one swallow and gathered my courage.

“Lee...” I couldn't say anything more because the moment he saw me, he dropped his guitar onto the ground with a clunk, and ran over to me at a speed I never imagined possible. He swept me into his arms and kissed me full on the mouth, swinging me around in a way that might have seemed dramatic to the other bar folks, but to us, simply perfect.

We no longer needed to communicate with words, we were on the same brain link and with a nod we both immediately got into his car and sped to his house. I was the first one to make things awkward,

“You probably have a girlfriend now. Or did you have one before and I was just something on the side?” He stared at me in amazement and took a shaking breath, “I would never do that to you. I love you. I told you I would wait.” Lee let me fall into his arms when I started crying, so many tears had welled up from my bruised heart. He nuzzled his head against mine and before we were out of the car at his place, we were kissing fervently, again.

“I don't think I can wait any longer.” Stated Lee, he began taking my shirt off the minute we closed the door behind us.

His trembling hands wanted to touch everywhere on me at once, and my own fingers wanted to do the same to him, but he wouldn't let me. He touched every hidden plain on my body, every contour of my face. The way he stroked me made me shiver and when he kissed me, warmness melted all over me as if he cracked a heated egg over my head. Finally he allowed me to strip his tight clothes off of his body and I touched his sculpted arms and tickled his small hips. His pants easily were pulled off, but I teased him by slowly removing his boxers with my teeth and sucking his penis through the boxer hole. Lee had had enough of my sexy torture and pushed me onto his sofa making me scream in surprise. Pinning my arms to the back of the couch, he began tantalizing me by suckling my tender, pink nipples while his hand ran down the length of my stomach, all the way until it was positioned inside of my panties. He leaned down onto me for a sensual kiss, but his weight, added to mine, made the couch topple over. We grinned at each other, we didn't mind this dysfunctional couch at all, instead we just used it as a prop. Lee rubbed his shaft against my underwear, wet from my hunger for him, and I moaned, I needed him inside of me. I'm sure he could feel my lust because he finally removed my panties, propped me up above him so I was sitting on the tipped over couch, and pushed himself inside me. His appetite for me was enormous, almost animalistic, he banged in and out of me so fast that I couldn't even make a noise. I was on the brink of giving myself over to a crashing orgasm, but right as I was on the curb, he slowed down, purposefully, laughing evilly at the look of disbelief written all over my face. That didn't last long; before I could scold him, he began pumping harder and faster than he ever had before. I let out a series of yelps before I climaxed and his cum jetted inside of me. I noticed with devilish satisfaction that I had left deep fingernail marks in Lee's skin, and I told him, “Those are what you get for keeping me waiting like that!”

“I didn't mean to keep you waiting all last year! I was afraid for myself, I'm sorry for my selfishness.” Lee replied.

“Not that, silly!” I said, playfully biting his lip, “I mean...Right when I was about to cum!” We both laughed and I finally added, “Although I think you deserve a few more scratches for leaving me all the last years too.” I paused thoughtfully and said with a wink, “But some more wild sex will make up for it, I suppose.”

Between mind blowing orgasms, Lee and I caught up and decided to finish our song.

“Looks like we made it.” I sang, most likely out of tune.

“Look how far we've come, my baby.” Lee's gruff tone was irresistible and I replied back,“Might've took the long way”

Lee gathered me into his arms and I was sleepy and cozy by him and the fire. He stopped singing, but still finished the lyric, matter-of-factually, “I knew we'd get there someday.”