Shari invited me to her house a day after her husband left for his home town. I could sense she needed my presence. I was so angry at him for making her suffere. Some where deepdown I probably realized it was not his fault that his parents were so unaccepting of the wonderful girl that I knew Shari was but since he was himself so the husband of a girl I loved I would put any blame on him even when their weren’t any. It justifyed the vision in my mind that never left, the vision of I and Shari together. Because when I portraited him as a bastard it was probably easier to call him undeserving of her and easier to claim her as mine.
This time she didn’t look very happy to see me. She wasn’t glowing. Instead she looked tired and miserable and something was visibly troubling her. Even the red aura was fainter this time, so light it was getting closer to pink. The worry almost emanated from her. Life took it’s toll on me to. Ever since she married John I hadn’t been feeling myself. And the world seemed dull and washed out…
“Ron,” she said instead of a greeting. “Please come in.”
I wasn’t so surprised this time when Bella jumped at me when I walked in. Shari was indifferent to the puppy. Something definitely was not right.
Than we stepped into the living room and I saw it. Two glasses full of wine.
“Something to drink,” she said motioning to the glasses filled with dark red liquid. There were days when her aura had a similar color. This definately wasn’t one of them.
We sat down and she imediately grabbed the glass and took a big sip almost downing it which scared me alittle. This was so not like her.
“I’m sorry, I’m just so worried. And the alcohol makes it easier,” she said apologeticly. The Shari I knew didn’t have good tolerance. What happened to her? I took the glass from her hand and put it back on the coffee table noticing she was wearing the bracelet I gave her that day aswell. But no wedding ring.
“You shouldn’t worry so much Shari. It might ruin you oneday. How much have you drunk?”
“I… you were right Ron. I made a mistake.” She sudennly started crying. I guessed that it was probably the alcohol making her so emotional and I instinctivally touched her arm. Than her gaze focused on my untouched glass. “Will you be drinking it Ron? I could take it from you…”
“No don’t.” Without properely thinking it over I took the glass from the table and quickly dawned it so she wouldn’t do that. I knew I was going to regret it later. “You need to tell me what you mean Shari. Is it John? Are you worried about his parents?” In reality I didn’t want to hear about John atall. His name felt bitter on my lips and every thing in this house screamed that Shari wasn’t leaving there alone.
“That’s not it Ron. I… I should of canceled the engagement before it was to late. I should of listened.” I tried to say something but no words left my mouth. I was a bit dizzy after the alcohol. I practically never drank. Shari might of had a better tolerance than me with her being so little and vulnerable. After all I saw her downing that glass just minutes back.
“I don’t love John,” she continued. “… and that’s one of the reasons I married him. I tried to protect myself from the hurt.”
“The hurt?” I asked not understanding any thing. I couldn’t really focus on her words or follow her train of thought. I started wondering why she would even invite me over and what she wanted from me to have that chat with just the two of us. And wine. Lets not forget wine.
“My mom was hurt because she loved my dad and he left her. I love you so much Ron, I thought… I thought I might totally flip if you ever left me. I feared I might get pregnant to.”
“You wouldn’t Shari. We used protection. And even if you did you know I’d never leave you. I promised you forever remember?” I added touching the bracelet on her hand. She removed her hand from mine and plased it on her cheek looking at me as if I’d been a puzzled baby.
“Forever is a big word Ron. But it doesn’t have it’s initial meaning anymore. For some forever is two months, for others three years. But forever is never forever. It was easier to leave you Ron. Easier then having you leave me first.” I suddenly got angry. It was not me being puzzled and dizzy. It was her not making any sense at all!
“You left me with out a reason? What is wrong with you Shari? We could of been happy together forever! We had everything and you left me! I never knew why and I still don’t understand!” Normally Shari would be totally lost if I said something like this. But this Shari was honest. Honest and in a sense weirdly confident of her words. She seemed to of thought out this scene in her head two many times, planned out every detail of it and… predicted every step.
“Is it selfish of me to ask for one last time?” She asked with the pleading look. I had a feeling like I was understanding less and less of her sentences every passing minute and this had no thing to do with my dyslexia.
“One last wha-“ Before I could ask it she’d closed the distance be twin us and her lips touched mine. The touch caught me offguard but it was almost like it made my gray world gain colors again and I was drowning in shades of red emanating from Shari. Synesthesia never worked more beautiful then when I was intimate with her. The memories of the happy teenage times I spent with her in my arms all came flooding back in seconds, like a wave of tsunami.
We both quickly got the feel of it and deepened our kiss. For a moment I forgot that this situassion was rong. That I was kissing a married woman I had no right to. That she was… Then it hit me. The realization of what we were doing and that she was married partly broke the charm I was under. But only partly.
I briefly ackknowledged my erection or that my body seemed to know better with one of my legs already climbing on the sofa and hands traveling round her waist and moving lower until they were on her butt cheeks from where they could go lower, grab her legs to straighten them and place her on the sofa underneath me… It took all of me to break the kiss.
A loud thump could be heard as my leg decided to listen to me and move away from the sofa back onto the floor.
“This is wrong Shari,” I said weakly and without convicsion forcing my self to look in to her eyes and not get even more aroused by looking at her body or due to the realization that my hand had already found a way to the buttons of her blouse which was undid on the top revealing a part of her red lacy bra… But she knew exactly what she wanted and was having none of it. I’d never seen her in this state before. She was usually so frightened, so vulnerable…
“Don’t you see Ron? We need it. We have both needed it. For so long… We might burn out from this if we don’t try to tame it. That’s the only way we can control it. Before it eats us up.” Weirdly her words made sense for some reason. Now that I look back to these events I think I would of not given in to her words had I not drunk that glass of wine she offered me but may be (& most likely) its just trying to find an excuse when their aren’t any. In the light of the things that happened after this it certainly seems like we’d use any excuse that presented it-self just to sleep twogether that day.
With out words I leaned in again and our lips touched. I was breathing heavily in these little breaks in kissing we had. I wanted her so badly I’d probably take her even if her husband was still at home but how conveniently for what we were about to do, he wasn’t. No one was around to witness our long awaited reunion.
Eventually Shari broke the kiss and for a moment I thought she changed her mind but instead she said, “We won’t do it on the sofa, will we?”, and let me to the bedroom where we started tearing at each other’s clothes.
Finally there was nothing stopping us. I could admire Shari’s beautiful body, the curves I longed after for so long, which I imagined through her clothes thinking I’ll never get to see them again. And their she was completely naked infront of me. I thought her nipples looked abit darker then I remembered. Maybe she was a bit more curvy. But that was probably my imagination playing tricks on me. She was perfect, even more perfect then my imagination or many dreams I had of her could make her because she was real. And she was in my arms kissing me passionately. We could finally reunite. Every detail of this night will forever (the word) stay engraved in my mind and I already knew it that day. I wanted this moment to last forever.
Shari cried as she climaxed than wrapped her legs around my hips and whispered softly and lovingely, “Ronnie.”
That night she slept in my arms and it was incredible how peaceful she was. For once she didn’t seem to worry at all (and she’s been worrying about every thing ever since I can remember) as she clung to my chest and possessively put her leg on my body, the warmth of our bodies, hearts and breaths enough to lull us to sleep naked in each other’s arms on a chilly fall evening. I even remember that she still emanated with red to me after our lovemaking as I took one last look at her before shutting my eyes and promptly falling asleep… None of us worried about the consequences that night. None of us realized that in stead of taming the feeling we only made it stronger not letting it burn out with time… And finally none of us realized that that night we sealed our fate for good with no turning back…
Note: Hello, hello, yup, it’s finally here! The new schedule seems to do me some good, because I finished it almost a week early. And I’m very pleased with how it turned out. I’ve been wanting to finally get this chapter done for ages, because it’s really important for the rest of the generation, not because it has NSFW and, admittedly, some female presenting nipple if you look too closely at the last picture. O u t r a g e o u s, Jowita, you broke your tumblr promise. But yeah, I hope you enjoyed it even though Shari obviously cheated and all. A lot of drama is in store for a few next installments until things calm down only to get more drama at the end! And I spent so much time on this chapter to get everything good and fitting, but marshmallowsims and Bee really helped me here, because the first one made many useful poses to be used with a resized female rig which conveniently is the same size as Shari and the latter allowed me to edit her couple poses to fit my tiny Shari. Also, I used two poses from her other pose pack called Disputes Over Money. So thank you so much!