The widow and the best friend

Chapter 2: Mark

It hadn’t always occurred to mark that Alivia could see anything but a friend in him. Lately he had entertained the idea but would always stop himself short. She is my best friend. She is my best friends widow. Is it wrong to feel like this about her? He struggled with it but tried to push those feelings aside. She cooked for him every morning and this morning had been indifferent than any other. He loved that she took care of him and he always tried to be there for her. James dying nearly broke her in half. It nearly killed Mark. He was with James that night. Everything was so fresh in his mind. Stop it. Let’s not relive it again. The accident had sparked such huge changes in him. He stopped thinking that he was invincible. James was the closest thing to invincible he had ever known and he had watched as his friend slipped away. Ems arrived and barely was able to save Mark himself. His leg had been injured and he had lost so much blood that he hadn’t been conscious when they arrived. It was too late for James. He remembered waking to Alivia being there in the room. She stood by him and helped him along in his recovery. They really had leaned on each other. Stop it Mark! Today is going to be a good day. One minute at a time.

Mark had always thought that Alivia was attractive. She was about 5’ 5” with long light brown hair and green eyes. Over the years he had seen her be blonde and even have darker than natural hair. Her natural hair was beautiful though. It caught the sun and seemed to just move across her middle back with a grace he hadn’t ever seen before. She is medium framed and even though she often talked about losing weight he had always thought she was gorgeous. She might weight 145lbs. It was nothing compared to his 6 feet and 220lbs.

Working on the house was something I look forward to. Working with my hands seemed to tame the depression and the anxiety caused by the accident. Plus I got to spend quite a bit of time with her. The stairs being finally fixed is the goal today. When Alivia fell through it had startled me and I had felt panicked. I caught her and threw myself around to end up under her. All I was thinking is that maybe I could take the impact and keep her from being hurt too badly. We landed just how I had intended. Me on bottom. After a few seconds to catch my breath I looked her over for any injuries. Our eyes met and I saw a strange look on her face. She hit her head..... maybe she is really hurt. I sat us both up and continued to look for injuries. Again her eyes met mine and suddenly I saw a look I couldn’t read. She seems to be staring at me, and I’m not sure if I should worry more or if I should just hold her gaze. Something is telling me to. I can’t look away. My feelings suddenly seemed to be out of my control. I stared back and took in the sight of her. She really is beautiful and that’s when I saw it. The cut across her forehead. She pulled herself up to her feet and as she did I stood and placed myself in front of her to check the wound. I leaned towards her, I feel protective and concerned and something else that I can’t quite admit. As I leaned towards her I can tell she is lost in thought. Without warning she pulled my head to hers and pressed her lips to mine. So many things went through my head so fast that I lost all reality for a minute. The kiss began in an tender and soft way but I felt myself become aroused and before I could react she had her other hand behind my neck and everything went white. Is this wrong? Is she confused? Is she sure this is what she wants to do? I can’t help but break the kiss that seems to be growing with intention. “What was that for?” I asked while trying to breathe. “You cut yourself Lil A.” I said. Please let her just say it or show it. Is this real? She is not saying a word, but her face is about as red as the barn out back. Time is standing still. She is just staring at me. What do I do here? I know exactly what I want to do. It will change everything....... screw it. Everything in me wants her and the look says she wants me. Guess we’re about to find out. Reaching for her I wrap my arms as far around her as I can and lift her back to me. This time she seems to just surrender to it. It’s passionate and feverish and I cannot stop myself. She is mine. Somehow this is supposed to be and I am not wasting this moment. God please let her want me as badly as I want her. I feel myself about to lose all control of myself and I reach down under her and wrap her around me and start towards her room. Even if this only happens once it will be worth it. Crossing into her room the kiss isn’t broken. I can’t stop and I don’t think she can either. My heart is pounding. All I want is to wrap her around me and spend the rest of the day in bed. Maybe we will. I lean forward and gently lay us both onto her bed. I’m still between her legs and she hasn’t stopped kissing me yet. The cotton shirt and shorts she has on are in the way. My jeans and shirt are in the way. I stop the kiss long enough to pull mine over my head and as I do she does the same. I have never seen her like this. I kiss her neck and hear a moan and it makes me crazy. My hands run under her around to her ass and pull her as close to me as I can get. My fingers find the waist and I pull them down from the back. Are we really going to do this? She lifts herself and I know that we are. The shorts end up somewhere else and with them her white lace panties. I sat up and started to unbutton my jeans when she leaned forward and beat me to it. As she slid her hands down my hips to help them off I close my eyes as if to feel her hands better. Soft and cool they work the jeans off my hips and down to my knees. She is naked and I am most of the way there. I don’t even have the time or the want to pull the jeans the rest of the way. “Alivia, do you want me to do this? Are you sure you want this?” I ask in almost a whisper. “I kissed you didn’t I?” She said and with that I leaned down and kissed her. As I did she moved her hips to meet mine and I felt myself slip barely inside her. The sound she made prompted me to thrust forward and bury myself there. I felt her legs wrap around my back and I knew that this was over. I was hers. I thrust slowly and put my lips on her chest. I am going to put my mouth all over her. As I slowly moved I felt her hips lift every time and meet me. My mouth found hers and the next hour seemed to go by in a few minutes. The more I loved the more I couldn’t stop and suddenly I pulled her up on top of me and watched as she rode me. She threw her head back and rocked herself back and forth and I felt myself reach up and put my hands on her hips. I leaned up just slightly and did everything I could to grind back fro below her. Her pace changed and I knew I couldn’t do this much longer without completely exploding inside of her. No more than I had the thought she moaned and slowed and as I lost myself she did as well. She layer down forward onto my chest and I rubbed my hands down her back. Our breathing still heavy and both of us still in the moment. I pulled the cover over us both and rolled us over onto our sides. “Mark, I.” She started and then trailed off.... “What is it?” I asked almost worried about what was coming next. “Just stay,” she said before snuggling into my chest. “Believe me, I am not leaving.” I said.

A few hours later I awoke to the empty bed and could hear the shower running. As I started to remember the day, and process what happened I cannot stop smiling. How did we get here? Who cares we are here.