18/09/2025
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BETWEEN US
PART 1 -THE BENCH
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I can remember vividly the moment we first met. It was a cold October night, one of the coldest I’d ever seen. You were sitting on a park bench, crying. I didn’t know you at all, but all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around you and tell you everything would be okay.
You wore a red-and-black pea coat with a black hat. Even with tears running down your cheeks, you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. At first, I thought about walking past, minding my own business. But something inside me whispered I’d regret it forever if I did. So I sat down on the bench beside you.
You looked up at me with the saddest, most gorgeous puppy-dog eyes, and I said:
“I don’t know what’s got you so sad, but whatever it is, it should be arrested. Anything that could rob a beautiful face like yours of its happiness should be illegal.”
You wiped your eyes, laughed softly, and I could tell that was the first time you’d smiled all day. From there, we just… stayed. Talking, laughing, losing track of time until our hands and feet were numb.
“Oh my God, is it really that late?” you said.
I looked down at my watch. “Guess it is.”
“John, we’ve been talking for over four hours.”
“Yeah, and I can’t feel my feet anymore.”
We both busted out laughing.
“You poor thing,” you teased. “I guess we should really get going. Would you like to walk me home?”
“I would love to.”
We walked a couple of blocks to your house. I was surprised I’d never seen you around before—you lived so close.
“Well, this is me,” you said.
“It was really nice talking to you, Athena. I was wondering if I could get your number, maybe continue this conversation over dinner sometime?”
“How about over breakfast, when we wake up in the morning?” you said with a playful smile.
“Great, here’s my—wait… the morning?”
“Yeah, the morning.” You unlocked your door, looked back at me.
“Oh—you want me to come in?”
“Unless you have somewhere to be,” you said, smiling wider.
I grinned. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”
I know what you’re thinking: insane, right? Staying the night with someone I’d just met. But it felt one of a kind—the connection, the spark. And to our defense, we literally laid up all night, talking and cuddling. No s*x, just warmth.
After that night, we became inseparable. We’d get off work, meet for dinner, talk for hours. Both of us were healing from terrible breakups, and it was a relief to have someone to share the weight with. I was the type to bottle everything inside until I exploded, but with Athena, it was different. She made me feel safe enough to open up, like I’d known her for years. Of course, there was attraction—but we put it aside and enjoyed each other’s company.
A couple months passed, and we grew closer. One night she asked me to come to her job for dinner while she worked late.
“I know you told me you were working late,” I said, stepping in. “But damn, babe, you’re the only one here?”
“I know,” she sighed. “But I have to finish this article tonight. Work’s been hell. I’m starving. And worst of all? I’ve missed you all day.” She wrapped her arms around me.
“I missed you too, love. Look—I brought you your favorite food. And you’ve got me right here.”
Her eyes glimmered with mischief. “I have a confession.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“When I said I was hungry…” she whispered, “…I wasn’t talking about food. I was talking about you.”
Before I could answer, she dropped to her knees, unbuckling my pants.
“Babe, wait—what if someone sees? And are you sure you want our first time to be—”
“Shhh.” She looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes, lips parting as she slid my c**k into her mouth. The soft warmth of her lips around the head made my eyes roll back. A groan escaped me.
“F**k, baby…”
She swirled her tongue around the shaft, stroking with one hand while the other cupped my balls. Then, without breaking eye contact, she pulled her dress up—no panties. Two fingers slipped between her thighs, sliding into her dripping wetness as she moaned around my dick.
“God, you’re so wet,” I muttered, almost in disbelief.
“John,” she gasped, pulling off for a second.
“Yes, baby?”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
She stood, knocked everything off her desk, and bent over it. “Then f**k me like you want me. Don’t be gentle.”
I slid inside her slowly from behind, gripping her waist as her perfect ass bounced against me. She looked back, eyes wild with hunger.
“You feel so f**king good… harder, baby. Please.”
“You sure?”
“Yes—f**k me.”
Her voice cracked into a moan as I thrust harder, pounding deep until her body trembled.
“Pull my hair—hard,” she begged.
I tangled my hand in her hair, yanking back. Her p***y clenched around me, and she screamed my name as she came, shaking.
“Fill me up,” she begged breathlessly. “Cum inside me. Please.”
“But baby—”
“I’m on birth control. Do it. I want it.”
That was it. I grabbed her hips, drove deep, and spilled inside her. She moaned loud, then spun around, dropped to her knees, and licked every drop off me with a smile.
“Mmm… you taste so good.”
I must have looked shocked, because she tilted her head, concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m great. I just… wasn’t expecting all that.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, eyes soft but still burning. “I just… sometimes I can’t control myself. I get so h***y I need it. I hope I didn’t scare you.”
“What? No, baby. I loved it.”
“Good,” she grinned. “Because I want you again.”
And from that point on, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Time passed, we moved in together, life seemed perfect… or so I thought.
Because slowly, Athena began to change.
Her appetite for s*x grew even stronger, almost insatiable. One night she stormed in from work, slamming the door.
“Babe, are you okay?”
“No. Work was hell.” She kissed me hard, pushed me onto the couch, and started unbuckling my pants.
“Baby, wait… Athena, stop.”
“What? Why?”
“Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“John, I don’t wanna talk—I wanna f**k.”
“Athena, stop.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What the f**k is your problem?”
“My problem? I’m trying to see what’s wrong with you, and all you can think about is s*x. I love f**king you, but s*x isn’t gonna fix this. Communication might.”
She laughed bitterly, running a hand through her hair.
“Please, just talk to me.”
“Go to hell, John.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I need you, and you won’t give me what I need. And you know what? It doesn’t matter anyway—I’m just as h***y after as before.”
“…Are you serious right now?”
She grabbed her phone, slammed the door, and left.
(to be continued)
