Coping with Rejection: The Unseen Role of My Partner in My Downward Spiral

It was supposed to be a fresh start, but my twenty-third birthday marked the beginning of a downward spiral. I lost my job, or rather, I was let go, with the excuse that I wasn’t meeting expectations.

The rejection stung, and it was made even worse by the news that followed – my girlfriend had called it quits. She claimed that my recent job loss was the final straw, and that she couldn’t take being second best to my self-doubt anymore.

I was taken aback, as I had no idea I struggled with an inferiority complex until she mentioned it. I still wondered if she was just looking for an excuse to end things.

“You’ve been holding me back,” she said, her voice cold and detached. “I deserve better than someone who’s constantly struggling with themselves.”

As I delved deeper into my days at the nursing home, I found myself developing a strong bond with my partner, Lauren. We worked closely together, often having to lift and care for patients, which allowed us to get to know each other on a personal level. I was struck by Lauren’s maturity and kindness, and I found myself looking forward to our shifts together.

Lauren’s uniform was a dark blue pair of slacks with a lighter blue blouse that was worn over the slacks. The blouse was designed to be modest and practical, but it seemed to accentuate Lauren’s curves. One day, as we were helping an elderly man with dementia, his blouse fell open at the collar, and I caught a glimpse of her full, creamy breasts, encased in a conservative white lace bra.

I looked away immediately, feeling a twinge of guilt for ogling Lauren. But as I glanced back, I couldn’t help but notice that her bottom was still shapely and firm. I wondered what kind of underwear she was wearing, and I felt a flutter in my chest. It was a strange feeling, ogling a woman who was old enough to be my mother.

Lauren seemed oblivious to my gaze, and we continued with our work. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was seeing her in a different light. She was still a beautiful woman, and I found myself drawn to her in a way that I couldn’t explain.

It wasn’t until she pulled out an old valise on our next shift that I got a glimpse of her past. She showed me an old passport, some photographs, and a few glossy pictures from her modelling days. I was struck by how beautiful she was back then, with her full, round breasts and her playful poses.

Lauren told me that she had been a model in her late teens and early twenties, and I couldn’t believe it. She had a “womanly” figure, and she had been in demand for swimwear modelling. I felt a pang of jealousy, thinking about how she must have been treated back then.

As we flipped through the old magazine, I came across a picture of Lauren on the cover, wearing a blue satin bikini. She looked stunning, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of desire. The picture was taken from down low, highlighting her full, round breasts and the outline of her pubic mound.

Lauren seemed to notice my gaze, and she smiled wryly. “All good things come to an end,” she said, looking down at herself. I couldn’t help but think that she was still a beautiful woman, and that she deserved to be treated with respect and affection.

“You were totally fuckable back then,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Lauren laughed, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. I had said too much, but I couldn’t help myself.

“I’m just glad I could show you what I used to look like,” Lauren said, smiling at me. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I had been ogling her. But as I looked at her, I realized that I was drawn to her in a way that I couldn’t explain.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Lauren said, looking at me with a serious expression. “I think it’s time I started taking care of myself again. I’ve been letting myself go, and it’s not fair to myself or to anyone else.”

I felt a surge of excitement at her words. Was she hinting at something more? I didn’t know, but I was eager to find out.

“I’d love to help you with that,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Lauren smiled, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. I knew that I was in trouble, but I couldn’t help myself. I was drawn to Lauren in a way that I couldn’t explain, and I was eager to see where things would go.

She had always been a bit of a mystery to me, but in one shot, she was on all fours, in that blue bikini, shot from behind, and looking back at the camera with a playful, inviting smile. It was a long time ago, when she was just nineteen years old, probably with a boyfriend, and I wondered if she’d ever done it in that position.

“That was a long time ago,” Lauren’s voice interrupted my train of thought, and I looked up to see her looking over my right shoulder, at the magazine. I was looking at pictures of a sexy girl in a bikini, shot before I was even born, but I realised my cock was half hard. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been with a girl since about a week before my girlfriend left me, but I looked up at Lauren, and said, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve actually kept your figure pretty well.”

I said it with a smile, in a casual kind of way, so she wouldn’t think I was some young perve with a mother complex, but she just smiled, and said, “Well, that’s a nice compliment.” Then, she turned to place her empty coffee cup in the sink, and I was a little surprised to hear her say, in a softer voice, “It’s a pity it doesn’t get that much appreciation at home.”

“So, what’s going on?” I asked, taking a step closer to her, but she just shook her head, and said, “It’s Dougie. He’s still got his problems, and I’m just trying to get through this.” I nodded, and said, “You know I’m here for you, Lauren.”

During my time at the nursing home, I’d gotten to know Lauren pretty well, and we’d become close friends. We worked side-by-side, five days a week, and we’d talk about our lives, our hopes, and our dreams. I knew she was struggling with her marriage, and I was happy to lend a listening ear, even if I didn’t have all the answers.

“I’m going to miss you,” Lauren said, as we finished our last shift together. “You’ve been a real friend to me, especially this last week, with Dougie leaving and everything.” I smiled, and said, “I’ll come and see you, okay?”

That night, I arrived at the tavern as planned, and found most of the other nurses already there. We’d decided to meet at the tavern on the upper floor, with a balcony overlooking the street, and I noticed Lauren sitting and talking to a couple of other nurses. She was wearing a white blouse with short sleeves, and a caramel coloured skirt that was about mid-length, with no stockings, and I could see that she had a pretty good pair of legs. Her blouse showed some of her impressive cleavage, and until then, I had never seen her in anything but her nurse’s uniform at work.

“You made it,” she said, with a smile, as she stood up and walked across the room towards me. “Yeah,” I answered, “here I am.” The girls started off the evening by giving me a gift, and a big greeting card, wishing me all the best for the future, with signed messages from each of the girls, written inside it.

“Good Luck, Simon, you deserve it. You are one of nature’s gentlemen.”

I had a couple of beers, and spoke to a few of the other girls for a while, and about an hour after we started, I looked around and noticed Lauren was missing. I looked out on the balcony, and I saw her in the dark, looking over the railing at the street below, so I walked out and said, “Don’t jump. It’s not worth it.”

Lauren turned her head, and smiled, and said, “Things aren’t that bad yet.” She turned to face me, and I saw she had a glass of white wine in her hand. “Thanks for the kind words today,” she added. “Glad to help,” I said, “I just hope things work out.”

“I think it’s over,” Lauren said, looking down at the ground, “I think Dougie’s a lost cause.” “He’s the one whose losing out,” I said, and Lauren looked up at me, “Look at you,” I said, gesturing towards her with my arms, “Any guy who’d rather spend his life pouring booze down his throat than be with someone like you needs his head examined.”

You’re sweet, Lauren said, and she moved forward and kissed me gently on the left cheek. It wasn’t a sexual kiss, it was a kiss of affection, but I could feel the warmth from her body, and I could smell her light, sexy, stylish perfume, and I felt a little wave of excitement. I found myself almost wishing it was a sexual kiss. Then, after Lauren had kissed my cheek, she held her face close to mine, with an odd look in her eyes. I felt for a moment that she was about to kiss me on the lips, and I thought, I must be reading this wrong. Surely she’s not going to kiss me like that.

As we walked back inside, Lauren’s hand lingered on my back for a few moments before she dropped it, and we rejoined our colleagues. Someone quipped, “Don’t you two see enough of each other at work?” The group erupted into laughter, and I heard another voice remark, “Joined at the hip.” We exchanged a smile, and I followed Lauren as she mingled with the others.

Before long, the evening drew to a close, and the other nurses bid me farewell. It was just Lauren and me left standing at the bar. The silence between us was comfortable, and Lauren broke it by saying, “I don’t live far from here. Would you like to come home with me for some coffee? It’s just a short walk.”

I had taken a taxi to the tavern, but I’d only had a few drinks. “Why not?” I replied, smiling. “I’m sure I’ll be in good hands.”

Lauren smiled and took my arm, leading me out of the bar. We strolled through the dark streets, chatting about our colleagues and the events of the evening. I caught glimpses of Lauren’s cleavage and the scent of her perfume, sending a thrill through me.

As we walked up Lauren’s path, she turned to me and said, “You know, Simon, I may never see you again after tonight, so I may as well say this.” She paused, dropping her gaze, “Sometimes, you make me wish I was thirty years younger.”

My heart skipped a beat. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and I said, “Remember those pictures of you on the beach?” Lauren nodded, smiling.

“I think I’d like to have known you back then,” I said, meeting her gaze. “But I didn’t.” I shrugged, unsure if I should continue. “But the two of us are here now, and I… I like what I see, and if you feel the same, you know…” I trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

Lauren rescued me from my awkwardness, taking my arm again. “Come on, let’s go in and have some coffee.” She had a smile on her face, but a faraway look in her eyes.

Lauren’s house was tidy, except for a few minor imperfections. She led me into the lounge, gesturing for me to make myself at home. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said, hanging her handbag on a doorknob.

I followed Lauren into the kitchen, where she asked if I preferred instant or percolated coffee. “Percolated would be nice,” I said, smiling.

“You don’t need an excuse,” Lauren smiled back. “I don’t think either of us has to be anywhere right now.” As she filled the percolator, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her cleavage and the way her skirt hugged her thighs.

Lauren switched on the percolator, and we stood there in silence for a moment. “I just can’t wait to do this again,” she said suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a step closer to me, and I felt a spark of electricity.

Lauren’s eyes locked onto mine, and she took a deep breath. “And, in the meantime,” she said, her voice husky. She leaned in, her hands on each side of my chin, and kissed me on the mouth.

The kiss was sweet and soft, but it sent a shiver down my spine. Lauren held the kiss for a moment, then broke it, her eyes sparkling with desire.

“The way you kissed back,” Lauren whispered. “Are you telling me my age doesn’t mean as much as I thought it did?”

I shook my head, and Lauren smiled, her eyes never leaving mine. “You’re very persuasive,” I said, as she took my arm, leading me towards the bedroom.

We stood in the doorway, the bedside light casting a warm glow over the room. Lauren’s eyes met mine, and I knew I was in for a night I would never forget.

“I think it might be best if we leave the light off,” Lauren said, her voice barely above a whisper. “If you see me naked, you mightn’t be so excited.”

Lauren’s words sent a thrill through me. I reached out, undoing the first two buttons of her blouse. “You’ve got a beautiful body, Lauren,” I said, meeting her gaze. “If you’re gonna take me to bed, I think you should let me look at you.”

Lauren’s cheeks flushed, but she smiled, and I knew I had her permission. I pulled open her blouse, exposing her breasts in their lace bra. “I’m sure I’m not the first person to tell you this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “but they’re beautiful.”

Lauren’s eyes met mine, and I knew I had her. I took my time, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her breasts to me. She looked down at her own body, then back up at me, a smile on her face.

“A girl appreciates it when a man takes his time,” Lauren said, her voice husky. She smiled mischievously, and added, “Are you going to undress me, or do I have to do it myself?”

I pushed back Lauren’s shoulders, and she fell back onto the bed, laughing. I sat beside her, and she patted the bed, inviting me to join her.

Lauren leaned in, kissing me again, this time with a soft, sensual kiss. Her tongue worked its way into mine, sending a wave of excitement through me. We kissed for several delicious moments, our bodies pressed together.

Lauren drew back, and took my hand in hers. She placed my fingers on the third button of her blouse, under the two I had already undone. “I think I interrupted you in the middle of something,” she said, a smile on her face.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and gently untucked it from her skirt. Lauren looked down at her own body, then back up at me, a smile on her face.

I couldn’t help but be drawn to Lauren’s body, her curves and contours a testament to her age and life experiences. Her breasts, full and ripe, seemed to glow in the dim light, and I felt a surge of excitement as I reached out to touch them. Lauren leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, sensual kiss.

“When I kissed you in the kitchen,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I thought it would be like this, with the light on and…and everything.”

“You look beautiful,” I replied, my voice low and husky.

Lauren’s smile was a little mischievous, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m glad you think so,” she said, her voice still barely above a whisper.

I reached out and gently brushed her hair away from her face, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. “You’re lovely, Lauren,” I said, my voice full of sincerity.

Lauren’s eyes seemed to cloud for a moment, and I could sense a hint of vulnerability in her voice. “I haven’t felt this way in a long time,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my fingers still tracing the curve of her cheek. “You’re beautiful, Lauren,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desire there, the hunger. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, sensual kiss.

“I think it’s time we got you out of those clothes,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Lauren’s smile was a little mischievous, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think you’re right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reached out and gently unbuttoned her blouse, my fingers tracing the curve of her skin. Lauren’s eyes seemed to cloud for a moment, and I could sense a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“I’m not as young as I used to be,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my fingers still tracing the curve of her skin. “You’re beautiful, Lauren,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desire there, the hunger. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, sensual kiss.

“I think we should get rid of these clothes,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Lauren’s smile was a little mischievous, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think you’re right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

We worked together, our hands moving in tandem as we shed our clothes. Lauren’s eyes seemed to cloud for a moment, and I could sense a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my arms wrapping around her waist. “You’re beautiful, Lauren,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desire there, the hunger. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, sensual kiss.

“I think we should take things slow,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Lauren’s smile was a little mischievous, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think you’re right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies pressed together. I could feel the desire building inside me, the hunger.

“I want to taste you,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Lauren’s eyes seemed to cloud for a moment, and I could sense a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“I haven’t had that in a long time,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips brushing against hers in a soft, sensual kiss. “I’ll take care of you,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desire there, the hunger. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, sensual kiss.

“I want you to taste me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my lips still brushing against hers. “I’ll take care of you,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Lauren’s eyes seemed to cloud for a moment, and I could sense a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“I’m scared,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips still brushing against her skin. “I’ll take care of you,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desire there, the hunger. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, sensual kiss.

“I want to taste you,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Lauren’s eyes seemed to cloud for a moment, and I could sense a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“I’m ready,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Lauren’s eyes seemed to close, and I could sense a hint of relaxation in her voice.

“Ohhhh,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked and tasted her, my lips moving in slow, sensual motions. Lauren’s eyes seemed to close, and I could sense a hint of relaxation in her voice.

“Ohhhh,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked and tasted her, my lips moving in slow, sensual motions. Lauren’s body seemed to relax, her muscles releasing their tension.

“Ohhhh,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked and tasted her, my lips moving in slow, sensual motions. Lauren’s eyes seemed to close, and I could sense a hint of relaxation in her voice.

“I’m coming,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked and tasted her, my lips moving in slow, sensual motions. Lauren’s body seemed to shudder, her muscles releasing their tension.

“Ohhhh,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked and tasted her, my lips moving in slow, sensual motions. Lauren’s eyes seemed to close, and I could sense a hint of relaxation in her voice.

“I’m done,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned back, my lips still brushing against her skin. Lauren’s eyes seemed to open, and I could see the desire there, the hunger.

“I want you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips still brushing against her skin. “I want you too,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes seemed to cloud for a moment, and I could sense a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“I’m scared,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips still brushing against her skin. “I’ll take care of you,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desire there, the hunger. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, sensual kiss.

“I want you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips still brushing against her skin. “I want you too,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes seemed to close, and I could sense a hint of relaxation in her voice.

“I’m ready,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Lauren’s eyes seemed to open, and I could see the desire there, the hunger.

“Ohhhh,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked and tasted her, my lips moving in slow, sensual motions. Lauren’s body seemed to relax, her muscles releasing their tension.

“I’m coming,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked and tasted her, my lips moving in slow, sensual motions. Lauren’s body seemed to shudder, her muscles releasing their tension.

“Ohhhh,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked and tasted her, my lips moving in slow, sensual motions. Lauren’s eyes seemed to close, and I could sense a hint of relaxation in her voice.

“I’m done,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned back, my lips still brushing against her skin. Lauren’s eyes seemed to open, and I could see the desire there, the hunger.

“I want you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips still brushing against her skin. “I want you too,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes seemed to cloud for a moment, and I could sense a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“I’m scared,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips still brushing against her skin. “I’ll take care of you,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desire there, the hunger. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, sensual kiss.

“Let’s get comfortable,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Lauren nodded, her eyes still sparkling with desire.

We moved together, our bodies entwining as we settled into a comfortable position.

“I’m glad we did this,” Lauren said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips still brushing against hers. “Me too,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes seemed to close, and I could sense a hint of relaxation in her voice.

“I’m happy,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips still brushing against hers. “Me too,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Lauren’s eyes seemed to open, and I could see the desire there, the hunger.

“Let’s do it again,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips still brushing against hers. “I’d love to,” I said, my voice full of conviction.

Her voice was husky, and she hesitated for a moment before saying, “You know, I could return the favour if you like,” and reaching down with her left hand to stroke me once along my hard cock, through my jeans, “But I think we can find something more productive to do with this just now. Don’t you?”

I said, “I think we could come up with something, if we put our heads together.”

“It wasn’t really our heads I was thinking about putting together,” Lauren replied, with that playful smile again, “but you seem a little overdressed, if we’re going to take this any further.” Her left hand found the zipper on my jeans, and she gently unzipped it, and reached inside to stroke my hard tool.

“I’m on fire,” she whispered, and lifted her head to kiss me on the mouth again.

After breaking our kiss, I rolled onto my back on Lauren’s right side on the bed, and took off my jeans and underpants. My hard cock was rampant, and Lauren gently stroked along it with her right thumb and forefinger, and smiled at me, saying, “I hope I can do that thing justice.”

I knelt between Lauren’s legs, ready to continue, but she said, “I think you should take your shirt off, too.” She looked down at herself and said, “After all, I’m naked, you should be, too.”

I peeled my polo shirt off, and tossed it on the floor with my jeans, and I lay down and embraced Lauren’s naked body on the bed. It was incredibly exciting to hold her like that, with both of us naked, nothing between us, skin to skin, totally intimate.

We kissed passionately for a moment or two, in our nakedness, and it was time for me to enter her. My cock was stone-hard, and would have found its mark without any guidance but I reached down, and gently felt for the opening of Lauren’s pussy.

She was oozing fluids, her pussy pouting, and more than ready to accept my rigid cock. I used my right hand to guide my cock to the entrance, and gently slid it inside.

I took about three gentle strokes before I was fully inside her. The walls of her pussy seemed to hug my cock, and to mould themselves to its shape.

“Are you okay?” I asked, genuinely concerned that I was making her uncomfortable.

Lauren’s eyes lit up with a surprised smile, and she said, “I’m more than just okay, Simon. I’m fantastic!”

I kissed Lauren’s mouth again, keeping the rhythm going as I fucked her, and she said, “You made me come before, so if you feel like you need to come, just go for it. It’ll be okay.”

“What about you?” I asked, giving her a quick kiss before she answered.

Lauren smiled, a sweet smile, not the mischievous one she had been giving me since we started, and said, “I’ve got a feeling we’ll be having a few encores after this.”

I picked up the pace a little, thrusting faster, going a little deeper. “That’s the way,” Lauren said, with a strain starting in her voice, and she adjusted the rhythm of own pelvic tilt to meet me.

I started to fuck her harder, deeper, and I adjusted my position a little, so the sensitive head of my cock was getting more pressure inside her pussy.

“Are you close?” Lauren said, that urgent note back in her voice.

“I think so,” I answered, feeling the pleasure building up.

“I think I’m gonna go off like a box of crackers, Simon. I can’t help it,” Lauren said, her voice a little louder than before, her eyes widening, then a low moan came from her.

Lauren’s legs wrapped around me, as I drove my cock into her pussy. The two of us were fucking hard, fucking deep, on Lauren’s bed.

I felt the pleasure in my cock seeming to grow exponentially, as Lauren’s low moan, became a quivering, “Ohh, ohh, ohhhh!!” sound, and she closed her eyes, and the rhythmic tilt of her pelvis changed to a thrusting motion.

Lauren was giving as much as she was taking, putting her heart and soul into this, and she threw her head back on the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut, making a rasping sound in her throat, and saying, “Yyyesss!! Simon, that’s perfect!”

I felt my own orgasm bursting inside me, as waves of pleasure started at the base of my cock, and rebounded from one end of me to the other.

Lauren had still not completely finished, as I came back to reality. Her arms were locked around me, surprising me with her strength for a moment, and she opened her eyes, and her whole body relaxed underneath me.

She sighed, and pulled my head down, kissing me deeply, one last time, then said, simply “Oh, my god!”

“Did you like that?” I asked.

“Couldn’t you tell?” she smiled up at me.

My cock was half-hard, still resting inside her pussy, but I felt a gush of fluid. Lauren put her hand down under herself and said, “You flooded me.”

Then a quick breath, and she continued, “I’d forgotten how much a young man leaves behind. It’s been so long.”

I lay down next to her, on her right, too worn out by the hard sex we had just had, to remain on top any longer, and Lauren turned onto her right side, and put her left arm around me.

“That was absolutely amazing,” she said, in a soft voice, as she got her breath back, “I haven’t had sex like that for years.”

“It’s been a while for me, too” I said, smiling back.

“Well,” Lauren smiled, that mischievous look returning again, “I think we both have some lost time to make up for, don’t you think.” We had one more warm, lingering kiss, and then she cuddled up to me, in her bed, in her room, in her quiet suburban street, and I held her beautiful, womanly body to myself, caressing her, until arousal returned, and we did it all again.