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March 24th, 2002
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Here's a story I wrote for hrafn approximately two years ago, when she was in Italy. I got her permission to post it. I read it over and corrected one typo -- otherwise it's the same as when I first wrote it. I think I'm a little happier with it now than I was when I wrote it.

I was driving home from Sarah's, another night of sexual frustration. I had spent the whole evening giving her back rubs, leg rubs, arm rubs, getting little kisses and hugs in occasionally. Now it was time to go home to an empty house. I was really missing you, and it was still two weeks until I was going to see you again. I had fallen asleep at Sarah's, so it was after one on a Wednesday morning, 495 was just about deserted. I was going a bit slower than I normally do on the highway, only around 65 or so, because I was so tired. I didn't want to risk falling asleep going 85. After about five minutes on 495, I saw a car in the breakdown lane with its hazards on. Some poor schmuck had gotten himself into trouble. As I got closer, I saw someone standing in my lane, waving their arms! I slammed on the brakes and swerved over to the left. I decided that whoever was out there must really need help to have stood out in front of a car. Plus, I was feeling depressed. Spending the evening with Sarah can have that effect on me. I want to be closer to her but can't, and yet I feel like I should be able to get over her, and the combination of those two feelings is enough to throw me into a funk for a few hours. And when I'm depressed, I sometimes do things that are a little more dangerous, things that might get me feeling even worse. I'm not sure why I do it, I just do. So, I backed the car up and got out. Walking towards me was a beautiful woman. She had shoulder length dark hair put up in a ponytail, and she was wearing baggy sweats. However, beauty simply oozed out of her.

"Need some help?" I noticed some smoke coming from the engine.

"Yeah, do you know anything about cars?"

"Not quite my area of expertise. I'm sorry."

"Mine either. How about a phone?"

Damn, I need to get me a cell phone. "No, I don't. I'm sorry. That's two strikes for me. But I could give you a lift to a phone. Do you know where one is near here?"

"I'm not from around here." It was then that I noticed the Pennsylvania plates.

"Well, I'm not terribly familiar with the immediate area, but I'm sure we can find something."

"That would be great. Thank you so much for stopping." God, what a beautiful voice.

I smiled. "Kind of hard not to when you step out in the middle of the road."

With a sheepish grin, she said, "I'd seen a total of two cars in ten minutes, and neither of them stopped. So I figured I'd better get some help or spend the rest of the night out here alone."

At the time, I thought it was my imagination, but, looking back on it, I'm pretty sure she put some extra emphasis on the word "alone". She grabbed a backpack from her car, and I went around and opened the door for her.

I got in the car and extended my hand. "My name is Kevin, by the way."

"I'm Destiny, nice to make your acquaintance." Her hand met mine briefly, and the touch instantly excited me.

"That's an interest . . ."

"Please," she cut me off, "No jokes about my name. I've heard every single one of them about fifty kajillion times, and I'm really not in the mood to make it fifty kajillion and one tonight."

Yikes. "Sorry. My wife has a unique name as well, so I know what it must be like for you. No jokes, no comments. Nice to make your acquaintance, Destiny."

Her face softened, and she said, "God, I'm really sorry, Kevin. I'm not myself tonight."

"No apology necessary, Destiny. It's completely understandable."

We drove for a while and took the next exit. Five minutes of driving around got us no closer to finding a phone, but we did find out a lot about each other. She was a waitress in Pittsburgh, trying to make ends meet while she looked for a better job. She had a degree in chemistry from Johns Hopkins, but it was difficult to find a good paying job that didn't keep her away from her 3-year-old daughter. It also didn't help that her ex-husband was way behind on alimony checks. She also happened to mention that she hadn't had a boyfriend in over a year. She was passing through on her way to visit a sick aunt in Maine. I reciprocated with some basic information about myself, mentioning that you had been in Italy for almost two months now. I was majorly fantasizing about her, even more so than I normally do. I got back onto the highway and made it to the next exit and a phone. I sat in the car while she got out and called AAA. She came back after a few minutes.

"Well, they can take the car to a garage, but they're not going to be able to even think about looking at it until the morning." She sighed. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess I'll have to sleep in my car. After spending the money to get my car fixed, I'm not going to be able to afford a hotel."

Now, you know me. I always want to help people. What else could I have done in this situation? "I would feel awful if you had to sleep in your car. Listen, I only live about twenty minutes from here. We can go wait for the tow truck, and then you can crash at my place until your car is fixed. I have a futon that you can sleep on."

"No, really, I couldn't. I wouldn't want to impose, and you've been so nice already."

"Destiny, I insist. I couldn't live with myself if I let you stay out in your car all night."

"Well, okay." She practically beamed at me. "You're really nice, you know that?"

"It's a curse," I said sarcastically.

We drove back to the car and waited for the tow truck. We spent the 45 minutes talking more about our backgrounds, our aspirations, our views on life. I was almost sorry when the tow truck pulled up, until I remembered that Destiny would be spending the night. Back to the house. I gave her a quick tour of the house. She chose the futon in the computer room, since I warned her that the birds might wake her up in the morning.

"Do you have anything that I could sleep in?" she asked. "I left all my clothes in the car."

I took her into the bedroom and pulled out a T-shirt and your red pajama bottom things that you didn't take with you.

"Thanks." Destiny walked back to the computer room and commenced changing, without shutting the door at all. I had followed into the hallway, but, being the gentleman that I can sometimes be, I managed not to look into the room while she was changing.

"I'm all done; you can look now."

I looked up, and she had a big smirk on her face.

"You're so cute," she said in a sickeningly sweet way, and then she laughed, and I joined in.

I helped her set up the futon and got her a pillow and some blankets. "Is there anything else you need before hitting the hay?" I left the question deliberately vague, but in a playful sort of way.

"I'm not all that tired right now. I'm a little keyed up from everything. Maybe some tea and some company would be nice."

"I think we have some of each. Got a preference for either?" I was growing a little bolder, but I really felt comfortable joking around with her.

"Something relaxing for the tea, if you have it, and something stimulating for the company." Apparently, she was comfortable joking with me as well.

"Can do for the tea, but you'll just have to make do with me for the company. I'll try my best, but I make no guarantees."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll do just fine."

I put the tea water on and got the teacups out. I hung out in the kitchen until the tea was ready. When I got back into the computer room with the tea, she was under the covers, propped up against the wall with the pillow I had gotten her and some of the pillows that live on the futon. She patted the futon next to her, so I came over with the tea and gave her hers. I stayed on top of the covers. We sat talking for a while, well after our tea was done. After a while, I was getting pretty tired.

"I hope I've been stimulating enough. Is there anything else I can do for you before I go to bed?"

She stared at me intently, letting the question hang in the air. "I'm a little cold."

"Would you like some more blankets?" I can be really obtuse sometimes.

"I think I'd rather have you warm me up." And with that, she lifted the covers ever so slightly, but enough for me to see that she had removed the pajama bottoms. I stared dumbly at her for several seconds. She got this mock-impatient look on her face. I smiled. She smiled back. I got under the covers with her and wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into me. After a couple minutes of snuggling, she pushed me down, and I knew what she wanted.

She said, "Would you mind? I know some guys don't like to, but it's been an awfully long time."

I grinned. "I promised to try to be stimulating." And down I went. I stuck my head between her legs as she opened them wide. What a magnificent view! Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, giving me an excellent view. I moved my head in closer and took a big whiff of that intoxicating aroma. I parted her labia with my tongue, running it up and down. Then I stuck my tongue inside her as far as it would go. She moaned and grunted urgently, so I worked my way up and found her clitoris. As I licked and sucked and played, I brought my hand up and put two fingers inside of her. I tried doing for her what I do for you with my fingers, and she seemed to like it. She seemed to like it a lot. She was holding my head with her hands, pushing my face into her crotch. It wasn't too long until she started convulsing violently. I didn't let up at all until she stopped, and even then she had to pull me away. She pulled me up, and we shared a long, passionate kiss, with our hands freely exploring each other's body in the process. Her hand passed along my bulging erection.

"Ooh," she cooed, "you poor thing. I think someone needs some attention." All I could do was go "Mmmmmmmmmm," in agreement. She moved away from the wall and put me up there. Then she went to work removing my jeans and underwear. My freed penis stood up, pointing at her. She got an evil grin on her face and lowered her head. She slowly licked the tip of my penis, and then she put the whole thing in her mouth. It was incredible. She moved up and down, keeping the right amount of pressure the whole time. After a bit, I found myself almost ready to have an orgasm. I've thoroughly enjoyed your attentions to me, but I've never come close to orgasm from them before. I don't know what was different about that time, but it happened. Before I could even warn her, I exploded into her mouth. She kept sucking away. She must have swallowed a good three-quarters of my semen, but the rest came dribbling out of her mouth and onto her chin. It was so sexy. She came up, smiling, and kissed me, and I could taste myself on her. We removed the rest of our clothes - we both still had shirts on - and lay down in the bed together. We fell asleep holding each other. We woke up together in the morning when the phone rang. It was the garage; her car was fixed. She hopped in the shower while I made her a quick breakfast of eggs and toast. She gave me a big hug before sitting down to eat.

"Thank you so much for last night, Kevin. It's been a long time since I've felt like an attractive woman."

I smiled and kissed her. "I aims to please, missus."

I drove her to the garage and dropped her off.

She said, "I'd love to stay longer, but I really need to get up to see my aunt. And then I need to get back to my daughter."

"I know. I'm glad I was able to help you." I winked at her.

She giggled. "Maybe I can drop by for a quick visit on my way back through . . ." And she left it at that. She got into her car and drove off. I got back in my car and drove back home, hoping that I would meet Destiny again.

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