With word of his unfortunate, however expected, divorce to Donna, I knew I could finally come and tell him my truth.

I turned onto Candlewood Blvd. A street I knew all too well, from the years living just around the corner from him in our small subdivision. I stopped dead in the middle of the road, and weighed my options. I could drive on, pass his street, and never come back and explain. Or I could do this and see where he would lead me.

I stepped on the gas and heard the tires crunch the snow, realizing I had no options. I turned onto his street and parked in front of his house. I looked over at his small brick house, and remembered all the dreams and fantasies that had occurred in my mind's view of the inside over the past 5 years. As I sat trying to calm myself, I analyzed my attire for this strange occasion, despite my earlier spent hours choosing what to wear.

A simple, straight blood red skirt that fell to the middle of my calf, black leather knee-high boots, a black long-sleeved top that had a small rosebud embroidery around the square neckline, and laced up the back. Under, I wore a black satin bra with the same embroidery and black lace boy-briefs and black thigh-highs. My long, curly hair, I left down and natural.

I checked my makeup for the thirtieth time, breathed in and grabbed the handle to get out.

I walked up to his door and knocked.

"Hello?" He answered the door wearing a black undershirt with a gold silk overshirt and black pants.

"Hi...It's been awhile. Do you remember me?"

"Trouble." He smiled.

I smiled my biggest smile and looked down hoping he wouldn't notice I was blushing.

"Come on in."

I walked in his dim living room and looked around. Creamy suede, three cushion couch. Two cream colored recliners. Navy plush carpet. Cherry wood entertainment center holding a huge silver Apex tv and silver stereo as well as record player. A small cherry end table with a matching cream lamp. Odd color selection, I thought to myself. The open kitchen was diagonal from where I stood, and all I could see was the pine wood floor.

"Have a seat." He said motioning to the couch. I walked across the room and sat at the end closest to the lamp.

"You look amazing, Leticia."

My stomach quivered and my heartbeat became a humming. He came and sat about a foot away on the next cushion.

"I have something I've needed to tell you for a very long time. I know long ago, someone informed you, more formally than the rumors and blunt obviousness, that I loved you."

I paused as he nodded, trying to read his expression but getting nothing. I met his eyes for the first time since I'd arrived and said in an accidental whisper, "I do love you. I did then, and I do now. Tomorrow, my 18th birthday, I am moving out of state. I had to come and tell you before I left. I may never see you again, but I had to tell you."

There was a long pause and he was looking at the floor with his arms clasped and his elbows on his knees.

I began again. "I never expected you to run away with me, or feel anything for me, or anything unrealistic like that. I simply love you, and I don't expect anything in return from you."

Another pause. He was contemplating something very hard. Which was understandable considering the news.

Once again, I broke the silence. "I should go now I guess." I rose to leave, and he caught my hand pulling me back down. I was scared and tingling from the circumstance and the feel of his hand around mine. He sat me down closer to him, our thighs touching one another. He looked me in my eyes and smiled his wild smile that I'd grown to love so very much. I didn't know what it meant though, so I sat frozen.

"I can't count the days I've thought of you. Of doing this."

He placed his hand on my cheek and pressed his soft lips against mine. My whole world exploded and nothing else was real but him and how he felt and how he was making me feel. After the shock became comfortable, I began to kiss him back. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, as he slid his hand on my cheek, down to my hand, lying limp in my lap, and laced his fingers in mine. He released his kiss, and I looked deep into him. He spoke softly, "I want you. I can't lie. I want you so bad I can barely keep myself under control." He paused and kissed my fingers. "But I am afraid you do not want me to do the things to you I've dreamt of doing so many times." I nearly laughed in disbelief, recalling the images I had toyed with in my mind while choosing my lingerie. "You aren't the only one who's been dreaming of doing those things." I smiled at him and he smiled back.

He stood up and closed the navy curtains on the front window. He came back to me and stood in front of me. Bending down, he kissed me and wrapped his arms around my waist and gently pulled me up as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He squeezed me into him, and I felt his hardening dick push against my crotch as his tongue massaged mine in a passionate fury. He let go and led me by the hand into his dark bedroom.

He flipped on the light, really seeing me for the first time. "Wait." He hopped out the door and came back with candles and matches. He lit them, and switched off the light. "I always wanted to see you in candlelight."

He came close again and began kissing me and pushed me up against his door, raising my hands up above my head and pinning them there. He kissed down my neck, and using his free hand he danced his fingertips inbetween my chest down to my belly button, then slipped his hand under my shirt, around to my back, and underneath my skirt, feeling my ass through my lace. He grinded his hips into mine and played with my lace panties. He turned me towards the bed and began to walk me to the edge. He sat me down and peered down at me. "I am yours, please, do what you want with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Please."

He pulled off my shirt and I laid back as he pulled off my shoes and skirt. He took off his overshirt and undershirt and laid down next to me on his back. I rolled over and straddled his abdomen and kissed down his neck and pecs, then his firm stomach, to his waistband. I unzipped is pants and pulled them off him with his black boxers.

He climbed up onto the pillows and bent his knees. I crawled inbetween his legs and began to kiss the top of his hardened penis. I put the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I licked up and down his shaft and kissed his bulging sack. I took his penis in my hand and shoved it into my mouth and began to suck him slowly and teased him with my tongue. I took away my hand and began to move my head in rhythm to my tongue as he laced his fingers into my hair and sighed slightly. Soon, he began to thrust his hips up and down and I knew he was close to orgasm.

I removed my mouth and left him throbbing in torment, and crawled up to his mouth, letting the head of his dick rub against my body. I straddled him again and rubbed my crotch against him and frenched him hard. He unsnapped my bra and I sat up as his hands fondled my breasts and squeezed my erect nipples.

He rolled me off of him and crawled on top of me. He moved his head down to my chest and began sucking my left nipple and massaging the other with his hand and then switched to the other. He made his way down to my belly button, and pulled my underwear off.

He pulled me down to the end of the bed so my butt was off the bed. He put my thighs on his shoulders and began to lick and kiss my lips. He split my lips with his tongue and teased my clitoris and inner folds. I breathed out his name and grabbed hold of the comforter. He pressed his tongue into my dripping hole and used his thumb to rub my clit.

His tongue swirled into me and felt my heart pounding all over. He pushed his tongue in and out of me till I closed my thighs around his head and moaned loudly, begging for more. He pulled out his tongue and began to suck my swollen clit while pushing his fingers inside of me and curling them towards my stomach to find my most sensitive spot.

I rocked my pelvis hard against his hand and with the third thrust he pulled out his fingers, leaving me just as I'd left him. I crawled back onto the bed and he crawled inbetween my legs, and pushed the head of his penis into my pussy, then pulled it back out as I grinded against him, trying to push him into me. He shoved his long thick shaft into my pussy and I moaned with pleasure. He began to push slowly, watching me below him. Then he couldn't keep his pace steady and began to pound into me.

He slipped out for a second and got on his knees, pulling my pelvis back onto him. He lifted my waist and kneeled and then sat back on his knees over and over so he would have a better grip on me. I wrapped my legs around him and he pulled me up with one hand. I put my arms around his neck and rode him as he rose up and down on his knees bringing me closer to orgasm.

He flipped over and landed on his back, putting me on top. His hands still clawing at my sides, I pounded down on him in a circular motion, grabbing his shoulders and digging my nails into him. He pushed me flat onto my back and rolled me onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my knees. He bent over onto my back and I could feel his muscles flexing as he dug into me. With his right hand he played with my clitoris and the other pinched my nipples. I began to moan with every thrust and soon I shattered and exploded all over him.

My muscles contracted and shook and he pounded into me even harder, he pushed me down flat and as he began to explode he nailed even harder against my shaking pussy. He finally stopped and fell onto me. He pulled out of me and rolled off of me, paying on his back beside me. He pulled me onto his chest and we slept that way all night.