LIKE THERE WON'T BE ANOTHER TIME

CONNOR

When the door bell rang, I knew it was Lola.

I texted her as soon as Eddy left my office yesterday, and she begged me to allow her to come see me today. We agreed on 9:00AM.

As I walked to get the door, I glanced at my wristwatch and the time was 8:48AM.

I hesitated for a second before opening the door, because I wasn't sure how to face her for an offence we both knew I was guilty of too.

Nevertheless, I clicked the door open. Standing before me was a woman, obviously sad and confused, her face long and puffy from probably crying long hours. 

Not knowing what to say first, I just moved out of the way to allow her inside.

Lola walked straight up to a couch and let herself sink in, then she buried her face in her palms, her hair falling all over her arms, depicting a perfect image of a woman who doesn't know what becomes of her.

Inhaling slowly, I exhaled loudly.

"Did you tell Eddy where you were going?"

She didn't answer. I let her be. 

Walking over to the couch opposite where she sat, I lowered myself down into it, folding my hands in front of me, my nerves stretching from how restless I had been since Eddy came to see me.

"Your husband was at my office yesterday. I told you. Did the both of you talk it out?"

Silence.

Lola was so steady and silent, I almost thought she had drifted into sleep.

"Lola, look! If you are here, it means you are willing to talk to me. Nothing good will come out of being quiet and by yourself like you are currently doing."

She raised her head to look at me the same time I dropped my last word.

Her eyes were red and puffy, hot fresh tears glazing the skin of her face.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"For the fact that you have to go through this, and for being helpless to you at the moment," I stuttered, rubbing my hands together regretfully.

Sniffing, she shook her head, and managed a small smile that looked rather pathetic.

"What happened? I need to hear from you," I urged her, hoping she would speak out somehow.

It took a while before she finally cleared her throat loudly, causing me to adjust in preparation to hear what she had to say.

"That day, we had a strange chef. I knew something was off with the way he spoke, taking particular interest in me...," she exhaled, and I could almost read her pains.

"During our practicals, he insisted on helping me, and in the process, those pictures were taken without my knowledge."

She was stuttering too much at this point, it got me worried. 

"Can you take a moment to breathe?" I urged, fighting the urge to move to where she sat and hold her.

"I'm not sure. It's just that this time, I think I was wrong," she continued, her voice broken and her body rising and falling as she breathed heavily.

"It's easy for you to think that way," I answered, clasping my fingers to stop them from trembling so much.

It wasn't about the broken woman crying profusely in front of me now, it was about how my heart reached out to hers in ways I wasn't supposed to.

I cleared my throat, adjusting in my seat as I continued to watch Lola. She had buried her face in her palms with her elbows digging into her thighs, but the curves of her hips against the sofa were enough to tug at myself reservation.

I nibbled at my lower lip, sighing softly to the slow build up of the thoughts in my head.

I wasn't sure that was what Lola needed at the moment, and I was careful not to make a mistake that would blow all of this up.

"Uuhm...water? It will help you feel better," I added, hoping she looks at me.

She didn't. She just shook her head.

"I'm sorry. There might just be another opportunity," I said in an effort to reassure her.

"Opportunities?" she asked, putting her hands down to look at me with eyes I struggled to stare back at — they were red and swollen with the stories she probably never told anyone. I was sorry for my words before she started talking.

"Why do I have to struggle for an opportunity?" 

Her voice was laced with a kind of pain I knew I would never understand.

"Shhhh," I beckoned, standing on my feet, my body tense with a raging desire to make this woman never cry again for the rest of her life.

"Come here," I said softly, almost gagging when she stood up.

I wasn't sure if I was the one that moved or she did, but in an instant, our bodies were pressed against each other's and I lost every control of it.

Slowly, my hand moved up her waist, settling under the swell of her br*asts. I waited for her reaction. She didn't back away. That was all the conviction I needed.

Guarding her back to the sofa, I helped her lay flat on her back.

I acted hastily, my impatience playing out in the way I tore her clothes away to reveal the smooth of her skin.

She didn't object. Just stared down at me like she had no idea what I was up to and was patiently watching to find out.

I took her tit, trapping it between my lips, something burning fiercely inside me.

With my tongue, I ran a line across it, satisfaction running me down hard. I gagged, but refused to let go still.

My cock stiffened against my pants, and maybe I would have been able to manage it, but Lola shifted in position, rolling over until her hands were between our bodies.

I gagged hard when she grabbed me down there, my soft satin pants folding with the curve of her fingers.

That was it.

That was it, and we devoured each other like they wouldn't be another time.