Road To Love

er. She whispered, "Jim, kiss me ... please." She put her lips to mine in a loving and tender kiss that I would remember forever; this kiss lasted longer tha

g the door shut. She said with a chortle, "If I stayed, I'd only get us in trouble ... but I'm sure we'd both like that a lot."

She started the engine and backed away from where I stood frozen in place by our unexpected goodbye

e. Anna's visit had been routine, with little touching or kissing between us except at the memorial service where everyone

na go, I also relished the first solitude I'd had since Karen died ten days earlier. Friends, neighbors, well wishers had come, extended c

sturdy, I brushed a layer of dirt from the seat and sat my weary frame into it. I rested

hock of her dying, I sank into a depression. I had hoped that cleaning the house and garage would divert my thoughts, but so far it hadn't. Thoughts of what m

dents of our teen years flooded back into my head, maybe the two most important

iddle school, about to advance into high school; Anna was a year behind me. She came up to me just after we

r mother, but that didn't count. I admitted my naiveté to Anna, and she m

our kisses progressed, we ended up French kissing, and admitted to each other feeling a strong desire for one another that we'd never felt before. We both didn't want to stop, but we heard the front door open, so Anna ran from my room, yelling down

r job as a mechanic's assistant, and got assigned odd hours at the auto repair shop. I'd come home

er. All she wore was a towel. Instead of rushing past each other as we usually did, Anna put out a hand and stoppe

is was the first nude fema