1. Hitchhiking to Ecstasy


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    but he didn’t say that. A harsh, burning lump ached in my throat. “Why not?” I suddenly wanted to cry. “Vicki, you deserve to have a man who can give you a more fulfilling life than I can,” he said, a concerned, sad look on his face, the twinkle in his blue eyes gone. Just then, a noise outside, let us know George was towing my car up the narrow dirt road. Peter got up and threw on his clothes and went outside. I lay in bed for a minute thinking whether I even wanted to see my car, but I got up, looked out the window and saw Peter and George talking. George got into the car and it started right up. Peter signed something that must have been his Road Service card. They shook hands and George drove off. “You car is all set,” he said when he entered. I didn’t know what to say, but hated the awkward silence and felt a sharp pain in my chest as the thought of leaving swelled in me. I turned away from Peter He was quiet, but I could feel him looking at me. “Hey, how about a cup of coffee,” he said, then went into the kitchen and got the coffee started. I stood by the window and looked at my car, then at his bird feeders and the birds flying down from the trees, pecking at the seeds then flying off. My mind was swirling with confusion, knowing I didn’t want to leave. But what did he want? I hope he wants me to stay. I don't want to go. I turned to Peter, watching him get the mugs off the shelf. He glanced at me and smiled. He brought the mugs to the table, then poured the ...
    hot water into the French Press coffee pot and waited for it to brew. Neither of us spoke. The sun was pouring in the window and the whole room glowed with morning sunlight. Our eyes met as he poured the coffee into the mugs and placed them on the table while I stood next to the warm wood stove. “Stay,” he said. “I want you to stay. It may be crazy, but let’s give it a shot.” “Really.” I could not believe my ears but my heart leaped in me and I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him. We hugged, holding each other tightly. “You’re such a smart man,” I said.“I knew you would make the right decision.” “You did, did you? We’ll see, won’t we?” And that’s what happened. I stayed for two days, drove back to Boston and packed my stuff. I had a month to month lease on my apartment and within a week I was back here where I have now been for two years. I paint in a small room he had and that's my studio. It has perfect light. He writes at the round table by the window. I had my big art show in Boston that spring and I sold seven paintings. The gallery owner said he wanted me to have another show the coming year. So, it worked out perfectly. Peter never minds when I go off for two or three weeks to hang shows or just visit friends and get my city-fix. He kisses me goodbye and gladly welcomes me home. I think back from time to time to my sliding into that ditch and how I ended up hitchhiking into ecstasy. Whether it was destiny or random luck, I don’t know and I really don’t care.
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