Rebound by Michael Cain

know about you, but that was...” He
stopped talking and stared up at the brilliant, cloudless azure
sky.
    Susan knew exactly
what he wasn’t saying. It was amazing. The very best sex, the most
incredible moment of her life. And he had given it to her. Her
Kevin. The only man who had never let her down, even now.
    She moved toward him
and drew herself against him, wrapping her arm over his ribs,
resting her head against his chest, feeling his soft, smooth,
sweat-coated flesh against her cheek. He breathed in, deeply, then
let it out in a sigh. She was pretty sure it had been the best sex
of his life too.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
     
     
    I
can’t believe
it , Kevin thought as Susan
dozed in his arms. It sucked!
    Not that sex with
Susan had been bad. On the contrary, it was amazing, explosive,
he’d had to really concentrate not to just come the instant he’d
entered her. He’d wanted her for so long, had had so many
fantasies, so many pornographic machinations. He’d had to think
about work: about Baroque archways and Roman columns, about the
acoustics of the wooden theaters of Europe, about the facade of the
theater he was working on. And only had six more months to
finish.
    He didn’t even know
if he was going to make the move he’d been planning.
    But Susan was in his
arms, naked, writhing beneath him, kissing him like he was her only
sustenance. He ended up losing the fight, losing himself in her, in
her body, in her lips, how she’d tasted, the way she felt wrapped
around him. How he felt inside her. Like he hadn’t lived before
this moment and was just waking up from being asleep his entire
life.
    And as he came, and
she’d been convulsing against him in her own rapturous orgasm, he
knew it wouldn’t be enough. Being her friend would never be enough.
Even if he were her “friend with benefits,” it would never be
enough. He had had her, made her tremble, made her call out his
name in blind passion, had lost his very soul in making love to her
and loving her. But she would never love him. Not like that. No
matter how many times he did this to her, no matter how much he
would love her, she would always see him as just her friend.
    As he slid out of
her, his heart pulled apart as he left her embrace, and he knew he
had to leave as soon as Liz got there. He had to escape before he
lost his mind. But until he left he couldn’t just lock her in her
room, tied to the bed...at least, not alone.
    Susan sighed and
kissed his chest, right over his racing breaking heart, her lips
soft and moist.
    He shook his
head and called himself stupid. This would be his one and only
chance to really be with her, to be her man, to be her
lover--that’s what he’d wanted all these years, so he should enjoy
it while he could. Quit complaining! He’d be
up to his ears in hellish misery soon enough.
     
    * * * *
     
    Susan was pulling her
tank top over her fancy, sexy bra, and Kevin, still shirtless, was
just pulling his shorts up over his gorgeous rump, when a group of
children stumbled into the clearing. All about six years old, all
holding hands, dragging along a rather rumpled looking older man in
a tropical print shirt. His legs stuck out the bottom of his shorts
like scrawny, chalk white chicken wings.
    “Oh, dear...” he
said, giving them both a keen once over. “I guess we’ve lost
another virgin to the drop.”
    The children giggled,
not really knowing what the old man was talking about, but children
usually knew funny when they heard it--or in Susan and Kevin’s
case, saw it.
    Kevin hastily zipped
up his kakis and pulled his shirt over his head.
    She didn’t want him
to cover up yet, she wasn’t done. And she’d already started making
plans, libidinous, sweaty plans--there could be whipped cream
involved...or maybe just that king sized bed in her room.
    “Come, children,” the
old man said as he led them past Susan and Kevin, out into the
clearing to look at the view. “From this spot you can see