As he rounded the corner it was already too late to stop the collision. Their bodies thumped hard and he snaked his arm around a curvy waist and tried his best to make sure the woman didn't smash onto the hard floor. As she slowly sat up rubbing her head, he couldn't believe it. It was her. Emma Smithart. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest.
She sat up more and was in a straddle position on top of him. Having her on him like this sent instant blood flowing to his penis.
"It's been a while, huh Em?" He watched as the realization hit her of just who she was on top of. Darren watched as her face grew red, and for whatever reason hs penis reacted by growing larger. "Not that I mind, being under you," fighting every urge to grab her waist and grind his steadily growing cock on her hot core. "But, we will be the talk of the town if you don't get up." Darren felt her stiffen as she felt his now past halfway erection jump against her warmth.
Emma had jumped so quickly off of him, Darren had to jog to catch up to her before she jumped into her car and out of his life once again.
Darren reached out and gently touched her shoulder. "Please Em, dont run away from me again. It's been six long years." He slowly and with hope in his heart, turned her around to face him.
"You know why I can't do this."
Her words rang threw his head the rest of the day. Darren has missed her so much these last six years. It had taken everything in him to move on and unsuccessfully, try to forget her. He could never forget her. Or the way they loved each other. If things like fate were real, Darren knew with everything inside him, Emma was his fate. And he fucked it up.
By the time Darren closed his little shop up for the night and headed home, his brain was in over drive. Thoughts of Emma crashing in. On auto pilot he walked inside and grabbed two beers out of the fridge. The first was gone in a few seconds. The second he sipped more slowly.
All these years apart and his love for Emma still burned as bright and hot as when they were teens. After she had left, he tried everything to get over her, and was not proud of alot of the things/women he used to try and do that. Finally he let his parents talk him into starting his little business. After word spreading he had his own thriving business. And as the days went by, it got easier to focus on building his company and not Emma.
As Darren sat thinking of her, he couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking of him too. After about his fifth or maybe it was the sixth beer, he really couldn't remember, he walked out to his front lawn. He was living in the home he grew up in. His parents wanted something smaller and Darren wanted to one day raise his family in his family home, so instead of selling, they passed it down to him. From his lawn he could see lights on at Emma's parents home.
Everyone in town knew her folks were out of town. Darren stood there, watching her shadow cross from room to room. He drank about three more beers before he started to dig up the courage to walk over and ring the doorbell. He instantly regretted doing it after it was done. She wouldn't give him the time of day. Only reasoning he had was the alcohol, liquid courage, coursing threw his veins.
He just had to see her again. To make sure he hadn't imagined her. Didn't make up how well she had filled out in the years they were apart. Emma was always beautiful, but over the years she had gained curves in all the right places. Just thinking of her soft curves made his cock twitch. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her silhouette make it's way to the door.
When she opened it, she tried to close it. Liquid courage, Darren stuck his foot in the door just in time to keep it from closing.
"Its 2 in the morning Darren, what do you want?" The annoyance in her voice was thick and all too apparent.
"I was having some drinks, and saw the lights on," he had successfully wiggled his way into the house and grinned when Emma huffed and shut the door. As she turned to walk away, Darren couldn't stop himself from watching her perfect ass. Another twitch from his penis. "Come on Em, I've missed you. Can't we just get past this? Maybe just you know have a do over." Emma stopped in her tracks and the anger on her face was almost enough to sober him up a little. The way her boobs jumped as she sped her way over to him, made him momentarily forget her anger.
"You think I can just up and forget Darren?" Her words had so much venom behind then, it was almost like a slap to the face. Darren grabbed her even as she tried to free herself and in 2 short seconds Emma was pinned between the wall and Darren.
"I know you aren't going to Em. But can't we, just for tonight?" Darren knew it was the alcohol, but he didn't care. Every single part of his body that touched hers was on fire. He felt the stiffness in her body and it killed him. He remembered the time when being this close made them shiver from the want and need. "Please, I have missed you so much," Darren was desperately trying to make her feel what he was feeling. There was no way her body wasn't on fire. "I need to feel you, I need you." He dipped his mouth to her sweet spot on her neck and felt as she slowly became less tense.
The hunger he felt for her only grew the more he felt her melt.
"Darren," hearing his name coming out as a breathy moan from her lips woke something inside of him. He never felt a more animalistic need flow threw his body. His kisses trailed up her neck. "Darren, please," more breathy moans, the only thought in his mind was how absolutely perfect she felt against his body. He was aware of every soft curve. "Darren, please, stop. Go. Now." With the little reserve he had left he allowed her to push him away with unsteady hands. He watched as her eyes made their way down to his ever present rock hard erection.
As their eyes reconnected he knew. He was a fool. With his cock throbbing, and not another word, Darren left and popped open another beer at home.
He hadn't wanted to stop. He was sure even if he hadn't, she would have willingly took him to bed. He felt her body respond to his every touch. She wanted him. He wanted her. He needed her.
That night Darren fell asleep to thoughts of Emma, face blushed from pleasure underneath him begging him for more.