A Little Getaway: A Sherri Polo Adventure

Ch. 23 Just A Little Space (Day Five)

Teri's POV:

We make love again in the morning, and then I shower and head out to breakfast on my own so that Sherri can have time to call Kamar and talk to him the way that she wants to.  I don't want to pressure her, and I don't want her to feel obligated to do anything because of me.  In fact I feel kind of awkward knowing that she is calling him to try and end things.  At least that's what her plan is.  Who knows what she will do once she starts talking to him.  Would he beg?  Would he plead?  Would he manipulate and try to get her to stay with him?  And more importantly was this what she really wanted?  I have to say that over the last few days we have grown closer than we have ever been and I am not talking just because we had sex although that in and of itself was pretty mind altering.  We have never been closer emotionally and that scares the fuck out of me.  It was such a vulnerable thing we had together.  It teetered precariously on the line of deep friendship and deep love.  Often it was an equal balance of the two but given the right set of circumstances it could potentially fall either way.  Or it could explode and that was my biggest fear more than anything else.  I knew I wasn't the easiest person to deal with and more often than not it cost me relationships.  It was the reason none of my relationships ever lasted, and I wondered if anyone... if she would ever be able to accept me with all my flaws and difficult behavior.  And if so for how long?

I try to preoccupy myself with calls home to my babies and then to my mother and then my brother just to shoot the shit.  I think they can sense that something is not right, but I just pretend I want to catch up.  They knew me better than that though.  After deflecting their questions about "what's really going on" I hang up and find myself calling Jamie.  And I don't know why.  We really haven't spoken in months other than to talk about Bayley and I'm not sure why I feel compelled to call him now.  The conversation starts off light, casual, as we discuss Bay and the nuts and bolts of parenting.  Then finally I ask him the question that I sort of knew the answer to but wanted to hear from him.

"I know that we have both moved on Jamie and I have no desire to go back down that road again, but I have to ask this question:  why did we stop working?  What happened that made us grow apart?"

"That's an odd question to ask now don't you think?"

"It is. But humor me. Please."

"I mean I think you know why.  Do you really want me to say it?"

"I do Jamie or else I wouldn't be asking..."

"Well, you're not the easiest person to be with Teri.  You know this. It's not shocking information. We had a lot of fun in the beginning and then it just became... work.  And I was tired of always having to work.  I just wanted it to be like it was in the beginning.  Look, I know how we ended was a messy disaster, but you're a wonderful mother so I wouldn't trade our time together for anything.  We couldn't have asked for anything better to come out of such a shit show."

"Thanks, Jamie," is all I say.  "I have to go.  Talk to you when I get back."

I thought calling him would make me feel better, but all it did was increase the heaviness in my heart.  Why did I feel like this?  Was it because she was ending things with Kamar?  What were the expectations if she did?  Did I really want to subject her to all my difficulties and quirks as a romantic partner or did I just want to keep this fun and light despite how much passion we had for each other?  And why did I feel so down on myself all of a sudden?  Part of me knew it was because I was breaking up a marriage.  But was I really?  Would they have split whether or not we had slept together? All signs pointed to yes but I couldn't help but feel the tremendous guilt. 

And for that reason, I stayed away even after she texted me around lunchtime, but I just wasn't ready to talk yet. So I walked down to the beach instead to try to clear my head.  The warm wind and the smell of the salt are exactly what I need as I walk leisurely, letting the sun kiss my shoulders and chest, and taking over an hour to walk the distance to the pier that should have only taken me 20 minutes.

I see her sitting in the sand near the water and I can't help but smile. All of the heaviness, all the uneasiness, I have been feeling immediately lifts.

"Great minds think alike Saum," I say as I walk up behind her. "Mind if I sit with you?"

She just smiles at me and shakes her head as I settle behind her with her between my legs. I put my knees up and she wraps her arms around them as she puts her head back on my shoulder and I kiss her cheek and neck.

"I missed you," is the only words we speak as we sit and just watch the ocean.

A long time passes and finally, she turns and locks eyes with me. I can feel her breathing increase and I sense a nervousness in her which, if I'm being honest, I am beginning to feel too. She ended it with him. She doesn't even have to say it. I can feel it and it changes our dynamic without even being addressed.  Now what? 

But neither of us says anything. I simply reach up and run my hand down her face until it reaches her chin and then I tilt her head towards me as I kiss her slowly and softly. She turns in my arms so that she is kneeling between my legs and she deepens the kiss until we are both suddenly desperate. Pulling back she never breaks eye contact as she brings my fingers to her mouth and sucks on them, getting them wet, and then guides my hand up her skirt and into her panties. I look around somewhat frantically but there is no one around. 

"Fuck me," she whispers against my mouth as I slip two fingers into her. As she moves her hips against my hand she brings her fingers to my mouth and has me suck on them before slipping her hands in my pants and fucking me as well.  Our breathing grows ragged as we quickly work our way towards orgasm. Her breathing coming in short hard hisses as I manipulate her clit with my thumb and press into her G spot with my two fingers and within seconds a warm splash of cum coats my fingers and this, along with her own manipulations, causes me to orgasm right behind her.  She breathes hard into my neck as I continue to gently stroke her pussy as she does mine. She looks at me with a red face and quivering lips and I can't help but press my lips to her, holding them firmly against her until she gasps into my mouth sharply from another orgasm I just inadvertently caused her with my gentle touches.

"I'm so sensitive," she breathes against my neck and I finally pull my hand away from her and bring them to my mouth which causes her to close her eyes and shudder.

"So what now?" she finally asks as she turns back around to sit between my legs again.

"We enjoy the rest of our vacation."

But we know we'll have to talk about this soon. Just not today.