The Road to....Somewhere???

This Time Was Better Than The First

Logan's p.o.v.

Where am I?

It is dark when I wake, and I am a little disoriented. It takes me just a moment to remember the events that occurred earlier in the evening. A smile plays on my lips while I take a moment to revel in the warmth and comfort of this moment. It is not long lived, however, when I realize I'm alone in the bed. Question and worry invade my mind as I try to determine what is going on, and where Ashley could be. Why did she leave me?

I begin to worry that this was too much, too soon. There are no regrets on my end, but what if she is feeling regret? What is going to happen? Where is this going to put us? As all this goes through my mind, I hear music coming from somewhere. It is barely audible, but I know I here it. 

Getting out of bed I go investigate. I walk to the bedroom door, and open it, before the realization that I'm nude hits me. All I have is my dress, and I am not about to put that back on. Fuck it. It's not like she hasn't seen all of me anyways. No reason to be self conscious now.

Opening the door, and looking down the second story hall, there is something that went previously unnoticed. Ashley is sitting at a grand piano. She is playing something quite unfamiliar to me, though I know it is beautiful. Who knew she could play? Making my way to her, I see she is wearing a sports bra, and shorts. So occupied with what she is doing, she doesn't notice my approach.

I'm not sure how long I was standing there, but I couldn't bring myself to interrupt her. Tears were threatening to spill, listening to the music, and looking at her body in the moonlight. The piano was placed in front of a wall of glass. Looking out the window, you could see her front lawn, and the forest beyond. I couldn't take it anymore.

"How long have you been up?" I whisper in her ear. She jumps and immediately the glorious sound of the piano stops. Everything is almost unbearably silent. 

"You scared the shit out of me." She turns herself away from the piano, to face me. She smiles, and I am thankful there is no anger there. "For awhile. Not really sure how long. I didn't mean to wake you. You looked so beautiful sleeping, I couldn't stand to wake you." Always the epitome of sweetness.

"You didn't wake me. I woke up, and was all alone. I heard the music. I didn't know you could play."

"Not many people do. There are very few people who know anything about me, really. I am not one for opening myself up to anyone. I have real trust issues." She is being very honest with me, and I wonder if I have put her in a place she isn't comfortable with. I didn't want this, especially if it all stemmed from a purely hormonal place.

"I'm sorry if I have pushed my way to far in. I never meant for this to happen, at least, not so suddenly. Not that I regret it, at all, but I wasn't trying to put you in a spot you were not ready for." She looked thoughtful for a moment, and I began to think she wasn't going to reply. 

"You know, I got with Sarah when I was seventeen. We didn't become physical for two years, because I was scared to share my past with her. I didn't trust her. When the time finally came, and the truth had to come out, it took me an entire night to let her see me, and tell her everything. Even after all the time that we had been together, it took her two weeks to come to terms with it, and decide that we could become intimate. Two weeks. That should have been my first clue. How do you love someone, and not accept everything about them? I never understood that." I start to say something, not sure what exactly, but she interrupts.

"No, wait, let me finish. Please." A nod of the head reassures her that she can continue. "Ten years, and I could still see a slight grimace when she touched me. Sure, she said that I was imagining things, but I'm not stupid. Not that she touched me often, but I guess every once in awhile she felt obligated. Those times, I tried to enjoy them, but I never could be totally comfortable. Tonight, after only a week of knowing you, I decided I wanted you to know everything. Not two years, a week. After a week of you knowing me, I showed you my true self, and you never batted an eye. You touched me like there was nothing there but skin. You made me feel things in a matter of minutes, that Sarah never once made feel in ten years. I have not one regret. Some may think this is a little fast, but in all honesty, I think it was perfect timing." She hangs her head as she finishes. Maybe thinking I would disagree, or maybe just being her shy and embarrassed self. For whatever reason, this matter needs clearing up. 

"I want to thank you for letting me in. I am so lucky to have found someone like you. I had all but given up on finding a decent woman. I have history also. We all have a past. Some, more, well,...sordid, than others, but we all have one. The reason I touch you like there is nothing but skin," I say this as I run my hands over her exposed stomach and back, "is because that is all it is. There is no way you could be more beautiful to me than you are. As for this being to fast for some people, well, I don't give a damn what other people think. I wanted to ravish you the minute I saw you, and now that I have been granted that, I don't want to go back." With that said, our lips meet. This wasn't a kiss like earlier. This was not about wanting, this was about something so much more. She reaches up, and pulls me to her lap. Straddling her, my hands wrap around her neck, as her hands wrap around my waist. This kiss was soft, and sensual, with the hint that it could turn into something more. 

She stands, never letting me go. Knowing she was strong, and witnessing it like this, were two very different things. Our bodies together, her hands now holding my naked ass to carry me, things were getting heated. She carries me to the bed, where she gently lays me down. With her still on top of me, our lips never part. 

Everything was starting to build again.

This time was better than the first.