Love Hurts

Six

Hoss,

           I wanted to make her feel special. It seemed like she hadn't experienced that much in previous relationships, if at all. I started off slowly, and as she moved with me and moaned, I picked up the pace. She urged me to go even faster, and I pumped into her vigorously.
With just one word, "Camilla," she climaxed, gripping tightly around my hard cock, which caused me to orgasm while still inside her.
        Looking down at her, I gently kissed her on the lips.
       "How did that feel, Camilla?" I asked.
       "Wonderful," she smiled.
"Good to hear," I replied. She looked at me, slightly disappointed. "No, I mean it was really great for me too," I quickly added, leaning down to kiss her again. Just then, my friend Berry walked in through the unlocked front door.
       "Hey bro, are you home?" he called out. "I came by to see how your date with Camilla went. Olivia told me you had one today."
      "Thanks for not telling me. Where are you at, Hoss?"
       "Um, I'm right here, but I'm a little busy. Could we talk tomorrow?"
      " Yeah, sure. But why are you laying down so awkwardly?" Berry asks, coming around to the front of the couch. I'm trying to shield Camilla a little more. "Look, bro, it's not a good time. Go away. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
       "Dude, why the hell are you acting weird?" Berry says, coming around the couch, making me want to ring his neck. "Shit! Hey, Camilla," Berry says awkwardly.
     "Hello, Berry," Camilla said, hiding her face even more and blushing intensely. "God, she will never come back to my house again."
     "I'm sorry about this, Camilla. I'm going to walk out the door and act like I did not see a thing. Don't worry, I only saw Hoss' backside."
     Camilla started giggling. "That's good to know. Hey Berry, do me a favor and don't tell your wife you saw me."
    "Let me handle the telling," Camilla says.
     "Sure thing, sweetheart. See you tomorrow, Hoss."
      "Goodbye, Berry."
      I quickly get up and rush over to lock the door. "I apologize for that," I say. She puts on her clothes and says it's okay, but she should really leave. I hesitate for a moment and then ask, "What if I told you I don't want you to go just yet? In fact, why don't you stay the night with me? I can show you more of who I am."
      "Is that so she asked?"
     "Yes, that's correct," I reply, leaning down to kiss her on the neck. I grin as I sense her shiver. "I don't have any clothes here," Camilla says bashfully.
     "Then let's go back to your place and we can continue." I tell Camilla.
    "I think it would be better if we both went our separate ways tonight since we have to wake up early for work tomorrow. Maybe we can plan something for Friday instead.
    I decide to hold on to Camilla a little longer, even though she insists on leaving. I can't remember the last time I didn't want a woman to leave my house this badly since Sam. I offer to walk her out to her truck, and we stand there talking for a good thirty minutes. Eventually, she says she better go, but I still don't want her to leave.
    "I will come pick you up for lunch again tomorrow. We can go back to the park and eat again," I say.
     "That sounds wonderful," she says, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. I am surprised but waste no time returning her kiss. We kiss passionately until it becomes hard to breathe, our chests heaving up and down.
     "Okay, you better get in your truck and go before I drag you back in the house and have my wicked way with you," I tell her, teasingly.
     "As tempting as that sounds, I really need to get home and get ready for tomorrow," She replies.
      I help her up into her truck and say, "I'll see you tomorrow for lunch," before shutting her door.
      She waves me goodbye and drives away.
      I raise my fist in the air, feeling a surge of excitement. It's been a while since I've felt this good. Hoss, you're acting like a love-struck teenager, but damn, it feels amazing.
      I woke up this morning with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. Today, I have the privilege of having lunch with my girl. Wait, did I just call her "my girl"?
     I probably need to take a step back and slow down. She isn't officially my girlfriend yet, but I'm determined to make her mine.
   "After I left how did it go." Berry asks me. I told him that she slapped me in the face and said she never wanted to see me again. She also said that my friend and I should be ashamed of the games we play on women.
  "What really? Did you explain to her it was not a game? That I didn't know she would be there?"
    "I attempted to convince her to stay, but she insisted on going straight home to call Olivia."
    "It's weird because she never actually called Olivia," Berry said, playfully punching me in the arm. "You jerk, she didn't do any of that."
    "No," I replied with a laugh. "I asked her to spend the night, but she was adamant about going home. So, I suggested that we meet for lunch and then I would take her back to the park for tacos again today."
    "Again?" Berry questioned, surprised. 
    "Yeah, I took Mr. Spaghetti to visit the kids yesterday, and then we grabbed some food at the park. We went to a taco stand and she really enjoyed it."
    "You really have strong feelings for this girl, huh?"
    "Yeah, for the first time in a while, I feel a spark inside me because of her. She challenges me in every possible way and she's also really funny."
     "And what about the other parts?"
    "Dude, your wife would kick your ass if she knew you were even asking me that."
   "Sorry, bro, I can't share any details this time."
   "Damn, you really seem to have strong feelings for this girl," Berry smiles. After we reach our lockers, I prepare myself. "I'll catch up with you later, dude. I need to grab my gun and let my dog out before we leave this morning."
    As I walked out of the locker room, I could hear Berry laughing the whole time.
    "Hey big guy," I said to Mr. Spaghetti, "are you ready to go for a walk?"
    The morning seemed to pass by slowly, and I couldn't wait for twelve o'clock to arrive. When I finally reached the hospital, I had to wait for about an hour for Camilla to go on her lunch break. It seemed like her morning was much more eventful than mine.
    As I was waiting, Olivia approached me with a smile and stood next to me. "So, you're taking our sweet Camilla out for lunch again today, huh?" she said playfully.
    "Yes, ma'am," I replied with a grin. "I promise I'll bring her back before curfew, and without a scratch."
     "I have faith you will and if you don't; I know where you live."
     "By the way," she said,  'And I quote', "I had the best night of my life and I hope the next time is as good, if not better than last night."
    "Did she know?" I ask with a huge smile on my face.
     "Hey, are you ready to go?" Camilla asks, coming and standing beside Olivia.
     I pull her into my arms. "Yes, ma'am," I say before kissing her. She blushes.
   "Hi," I say, looking down at her, trying to suppress a smile. Clearing her throat, she composes herself. "Well, let's go. I only have an hour."
    "Take all the time you want, boss. We have it covered here," Olivia says to Camilla. Camilla just gives her a knowing look, and Olivia laughs. Camilla remains quiet throughout the entire walk to the park.
     "So, is this how it's going to be? Am I going to get the cold shoulder now, the day after we have sex?"
    "I apologize, but today my mind is overwhelmed with various thoughts. Unfortunately, I couldn't save my patient. Even though I have encountered the loss of patients in the past, it never gets any easier, you know."
    As I take hold of her hand, I acknowledge, how I understand. I have been forced to take lives more times than I care to admit, and it never becomes effortless. However, I believe the essence lies in the fact that if it ever becomes effortless for you, then you have lost the fervor for the work you engage in. And at that juncture, what purpose does it serve to continue?
     "You're right," she says with a smile, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. "Thank you, I really needed that."
     "You're welcome," I reply. "Anytime I can help put a smile on that beautiful face of yours, I will."
     "You are such a breath of fresh air," she tells me as we continue walking together.
     "Why, don't you get us a seat on the bench. I will go ahead and order our food. You'll have three steak tacos with cilantro and mild salsa, and a Dr. Pepper, just like you had yesterday. Is that correct?"
    I retrieve our food and search for Camilla at a bench. I spot her sitting with an older gentleman, sharing a laugh over something he said. Despite knowing that I shouldn't feel jealous of an older man, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of jealousy.
   "Hey, Camilla," I say as I approach her. "Oh, hey Hoss," she replies. "This is Mr. Terry. He was waiting for his wife to meet him here for lunch and asked if I would like some company while I waited for you to come back with our food. He was just telling me the story of how he met his wife. It's quite interesting." I turn to Mr. Terry and ask, "Is that so?"
   "Well, Camilla, your food has arrived and I'm really grateful that you were kind enough to chat with me while you waited. I should probably leave now. My sweetheart Lynne should be here soon."
     "It was a pleasure to meet you, Hoss. Your lady spoke highly of you; make sure you treat her well."
    "Thank you, sir, I definitely will."
     I invite him to join us and wait for his wife to arrive. "To be honest, my wife passed away last year. She bravely fought breast cancer and then tragically lost her life in a car accident exactly one year ago today," Mr. Terry shares with us. "We always used to sit on this bench for lunch. When I saw your beautiful lady sitting here, for a moment, I lost my composure and thought it was my dear Lynne. By the time I realized my mistake, I had already made up a story."
    "Well, Terry, if you would like to have your tacos, we would be honored if you could join us today to remember your wife," Camilla, said.
    "That would be wonderful, but I don't want to impose on you two," Terry replied.
    "There's no imposition at all," Camilla assured him, giving him a look that made him unable to refuse.
    "Why don't you have my tacos, and I'll get myself some more."
    "That's very thoughtful of you, son, but I prefer to get the same kind of tacos that my wife enjoyed. She liked the chicken ones with the spiciest salsa available."
     "I usually get a few tacos, and I like to have all the toppings on it." Terry tells me.  "I'll go to the restaurant and get it for you." I tell him.
     Camilla and I had a lovely conversation with Mr. Terry, and as we walk back to the hospital holding hands, she tells me how wonderful it was.
     I agree, it's truly heartbreaking how he lost his wife.
     "It's sad to hear that she recently overcame breast cancer, but unfortunately, she was involved in a car accident on her way to meet him at their favorite place, the taco stands, and tragically lost her life. It is truly heartbreaking to think about."
     I hold her tightly, appreciating her for being such a compassionate nurse who always prioritizes the pain of others over her own.
     "Today, when the old man needed someone, you were there for him and took action."
     She kisses me and says, "You're so sweet."
     As she walks back into the hospital building, she turns around and invites me to her house for dinner tonight. I ask her about the time, and Camilla thinks for a moment before suggesting 7:30 pm. I happily accept the invitation and confirm that I will be there.
     I feel a surge of excitement and joy as I encounter Chief. With a triumphant fist pump in my mind and a wide grin on my face, I approach Chief and ask, "Hey Chief, what brings you to this area on your day off?" Chief replies, "I'm here to visit a friend in the hospital. How about you?" I respond, "I just finished having lunch with a friend."
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        In the evening, I find myself standing outside Camilla's house, holding a bouquet of sunflowers and a bottle of wine. When Camilla opens the door, she is pleasantly surprised. "Wow, how did you know sunflowers are my favorite?" she exclaims. I smile and reply, "I may have asked some of our colleagues at work, and they mentioned it." I also brought a bottle of white wine to accompany our dinner tonight." Camilla's face lights up as she says, "That will go perfectly with what I cooked. I made spaghetti and meatballs, along with homemade garlic bread." I grin and respond, "That's actually one of my favorite meals."
      She chuckles and heads into the kitchen to fetch a vase for the flowers. I follow her, circling the counter, and wrap my arms around her waist. I plant a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck, knowing it's her sensitive spot.
     "I missed you this afternoon," I whispered in her ear.
      "You saw me at lunch," Camilla said, smiling.
     She turned around in my arms, putting her arms around my neck. "I have a secret," she said, smiling.
     She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I missed you too."
    "Did you?"
    "Uh-huh"
   "What did you miss most?" I ask her.
    "Hm, let's see."
   "I missed these," she says, planting a kiss on my lips. "That's a wonderful thing to miss," I reply. "What else?" I ask, eager to hear more. "And I missed this," she whispers, kissing my neck. "Another delightful thing to miss," I respond, feeling the excitement build. "What else?" I inquire, enjoying the direction this is taking. She throws her head back and laughs, a sound that fills the air with joy.
    "Let's see, I also missed this she says, grabbing my dick."
   "Wow! Did you now?"
  "Well, Camilla, I can reintroduce you to him if you'd like," I say, raising an eyebrow.
   "Can you now?" She asks smirking at me.
"Yes, ma'am," I continue, lifting her onto the counter and kissing my way down her neck to her chest. I gently suck on her nipple through her shirt, causing her to throw her head back and moan. As I slide my hand down to the hem of her shirt, I pull it up to expose her breasts, removing her bra effortlessly. However, Camilla interrupts by placing her hand on my chest and pushing me away."
    She tells  me that as much as she wants to be with me right now, dinner is almost ready.
    I suggest that we can eat later. She laughs and disagrees. She mentions that spaghetti is not enjoyable when it's cold. She kisses me lightly on the lips and suggests that I open a bottle of wine and pour us a glass while she gets some plates out.
     "Where is your wine opener?" I asked her, discreetly adjusting the front part of my pants.
     "It's in the drawer right over there, beside the refrigerator," she replied.
    I walked to the other side of the kitchen and opened the top drawer next to the refrigerator. And there, right on top, was the wine opener. I took it out and opened the bottle of wine. Then, I took a chance and opened the cabinet above the drawer, where I found two wine glasses. "Alright, two glasses of white wine coming right up," I said.
     When I look back, I see Camilla adding the finishing touches to the dinner plates. She appears incredibly beautiful and comfortable in the kitchen.
    "Please, have a seat. I'll bring the plates to the table," Camilla tells me.
    "Are you sure you don't need any assistance?" I ask her.
    "No, I'm fine," she replies.
    As she walks towards the table, she accidentally trips over something, causing a plate to go flying and land right in front of me on the table. The plate splashes all over my shirt, and I can't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. Despite the mess, the plate miraculously lands upright on the table, with the spaghetti still in place.
    Camilla quickly apologizes, but it's not her apology that surprises me. She looks fearful, as if she expects me to be angry. I reassure her, pretending not to notice the fear in her eyes. I know that when she's ready, she'll let me know what's bothering her.
     "Hey baby, it's okay," I say. "I don't think you could have done that any better if you were trying."
     I gesture towards the plate on the table. "Yes, some of it got on me, but look at the plate. It's sitting upright and the spaghetti is still in place."
     I pause for a moment before asking, "Are you okay?"
     "Did you injure your knees or anything when you tripped?" I asked.
     "Just my pride," She replied, getting up from the floor and placing the other plate on the table.
     "Are you sure you don't want me to make you a fresh plate?" she asked again.
     "Yes, baby, I'm sure the food is still fine," I reassured her.
     "Well, at least take off that shirt quickly so I can put it in the wash before it stains," she suggested.
     "Yes, ma'am," I smiled.
    "All you have to do is ask, and  I'll always be ready to strip for you." I tell her, and  her giggle brings a smile to my face, knowing I'm making her happy. I remove my shirt and Camilla takes it to the laundry area, returning after ten minutes. Now that we're all set, we can enjoy our meal. She appears more composed now. I take a bite of the spaghetti and it's absolutely amazing. "Baby, this spaghetti is outstanding." I complement.
    "Thank you," she says shyly.

@Crystal Steadman 2023