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| IT’S NEVER TOO LATE by Enola I met him for the 1st time more than one years ago. I had just found out that my boyfriend, who I had to married within one month, had betrayed me. I was beside myself with rage, all that mattered more to me didn't exist any longer. I left the club where we were in at a run and I kept running as faster as I could. I didn't managed to see anything, my eyes were totally filled with tears, so I stumbled and fell to the ground. I stayed there still and crying for some minutes until HE asked me if I was hurt. I didn't say anything but I slowly moved myself and HE helped me to stand up. HE put his arms round my waist and we slowly walked towards a bench where we sat down. I was crying and sobbing so hard while HE didn't probably know what to do, maybe to avoid worsening things. After a while HE gently removed my hair from my wet face and started speaking, "Why are you crying? What happened to you?" His voice was kind and sweet but I didn't managed to answer and I put my head in his shoulder then HE stroked my hair and didn't say anything else. I didn't know him at all, but there was something in his voice and in his behaviour that let me understand HE was special. I slowly calmed myself down and after some minutes I stopped crying. I apologized to him 'cos I had soaked and dirtied his jacket with my tears and make-up but HE smiled sweetly saying HE didn't care at all about it. HE was rather worried about me and HE asked again if I was hurt. I simply replied to him that the only hurt part of my body was my heart. I said I wanted to go home and HE kindly offered to bring me there. I invited him to enter so I could have told him everything. HE replied I wasn't obliged to do that but I told him I needed to speak about that to someone. We sat down in the sofa and I told him everything about my ex-future husband explaining him that I didn't know why it had happened, but after I added that maybe it was my fault. HE held my hands tight in his and looking at me straight in the eye with his sweet brown eyes, HE said I had no reason to consider myself as the responsible 'cos my ex-boyfriend was just a bastard who didn't deserve me. His hands left mine to hold my face gently then HE put his lips in mine and kissed me without forcing. But after a while HE suddenly went away from me saying, "I'm very sorry, I wouldn't have done it! I'd better to go now." I begged him to stay, before HE opened the door, 'cos I didn't want to stay alone that night. HE walked quickly towards me and hold me so tight I didn't manage to breathe. HE kissed me passionately then he asked me if I was sure to want it and I only nodded. HE carried me in his arms and walked to my bedroom and he laid me down on the bed. We kept kissing each other for a couple of minutes then HE stopped to kiss my neck while one of his hands run under my dress brushing my thigh. Afterwards together with the other hand, HE slipped my knickers off and caressed my pussy and finally pushed 2 of his fingers inside me. I felt so f***ing good and I suddenly forgot everything else, there were only the 2 of us and all the rest disappeared. HE raised to take his trousers and his boxers off while I did the same with my dress, then HE immediately came back over me running his hands and his mouth all over my body and he penetrated me fast moving his hips to let his dick go deeper and deeper. My breath got faster and faster and my moans louder and louder while a wonderful orgasm built up. Afterwards I put my head in his chest and HE stroked and kissed my hair holding me tight in his arms. I was happy again. It wasn't just sex for me, it was more. I loved James (this is his name) and I was totally sure he loved me too. It wasn't difficult to understand that, he showed me that in a thousands ways. But, unfortunately, one week later something terrible happened… James came to my house as he did each day in that week. I wasn't fine at all and he realized that at once getting really worried. I found the force to confess him what I had found out that morning with a trembling voice. "I'm pregnant. 5 weeks." He got stuck and didn't speak for a while then he asked me, "What are you going to do?" then I replied, "I'm so confused but he has to know it, this baby also is his. I can't help it, you understand, don't you?" He looked at me sweetly as usual and said, "Whatever you'll do I won't live you alone!" and he hugged me. I met my baby's father the day after. He was thrilled to bits 'cos he said he hadn't ever stop to love me. He told me to give him another chance, he wouldn't have failed again. I thought about that for ages and, in the end, I took my decision. The day after I phoned James saying to him I needed to talk to him immediately. I told him I decided to back to my ex 'cos it was the best thing to do for the baby I was expecting. It was terrible! I perfectly knew I had hurt him and I hate myself for that. I saw James again 4 months later while I was doing the shopping with my mum. He was reading the newspapers in a bar. I had to talk to him! I told my mum to go ahead 'cos I had seen an *old friend* and I had to greet him. I entered the bar and walked towards him but I couldn't see his face 'cos it was hidden behind the newspapers. "Hi James" I said quietly. He immediately lowered his newspapers and stared at me astonished. "Hi! What a surprise! How are…" he smiled at me at first then he suddenly stopped when he realized the total absence of that big belly of a pregnant woman. After a pause he went on, "You should be almost 5 months pregnant now, but…" I interrupted him and I said him what it had happened, "I had a miscarriage about 3 months ago." He suddenly turned pale with shock and found very hard to speak but after a moment of panic he said, "I'm really sorry…I can't believe it." I smiled sweetly to him to let him relax and I replied, "It happens! Unfortunately there's nothing to do to avoid it. But it's true when they say that you get what you give! I hurt you so much and I'll never forgive myself for that." He said he had already forgive me, he did it after a few time, even though he hadn't managed to understand my choice because I knew he loved me as he knew I loved him. I asked me of my baby's father. I told him we split up 'cos we had no reason to stay still together 'cos I didn't love him any more. "Why didn't you look for me?" he asked brushing my cheek. "I thought you hated me! And I was afraid you'd have told me it was too late" said I with the tears in my eyes. Finally he said "It's never too late when 2 people love each other as we do!" Then he tenderly kissed me and wrapped me in his strong arms. <<< Enola’s stories |