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A dream from 22 years ago come true again
By: Ladylil38 (prettyeyes-38@hotmail.com)22 years ago, I was 18 years old and living on the island of Guam where my parents were stationed. I met an islander, known as a Chamorro, named Chris who I immediately fell in love with. He showed me the island as no one else could. The beauty of it, the stars at night, the highest points of this tiny island that was only 33 miles long and 7 miles wide. The day he asked me out, he even went to my parents to ask permission to date me. No one had ever done that in my entire life.
All I could see were the stars in my eyes for him and his adoration.
We dated and our love grew. As I was still a virgin, he was patient and chose to respect my wishes of waiting until I was ready. I know I put him through much agony of waiting, but he never complained. One day, the time came and I did give myself to him. I never ever regretted it at any moment. Somehow my parents found out and I was put back on a plane to the states immediately to my aunt and uncle’s home to finish school and be separated from him. I quit eating, I quit socializing…I nearly killed myself pining away for him.
Eventually, life went on and I gave into family pressure to go on and live life again, I regretted not telling him immediately and escaped my family situation by marrying someone else. I had been abused by my stepfather and the main reason I had been sent home to the US was when my parents found out I was sleeping with Chris, I told them the truth about my stepfather.
Their only solution was to get rid of me so I didn’t ruin his career. I had no idea I had any rights being on a military base so I went.
I met my current husband and married him. By our first anniversary, our first ch** was born. Chris never knew what really happened. Just that I married him. For years, I did try to find him to return his class ring and apologize but I always missed him as he moved. I knew when his father died within two months….but I still missed him. Finally one day, I found him through his son. Imagine my surprise that our ch**ren were the same ages. His daughter was 19, my son was 19. Both were expecting their first ch**ren in their birth months. Our next set of ch**ren were 15 and 14. His daughter and my daughter had the same first and middle name…Nicole. My husband had named my third ch** the same as Chris….even knowing the connection. The coincidences went on and on.
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He had planned a trip to see his family in Kentucky.It was still a long way to see me…but I had returned his ring as promised and he had forgiven me for how I had broken things off…and he drove all the way to see me again. I was scared to death because I was definately not the same person he knew then. At 17, I was 98 pounds and model shaped. After four ch**ren, I can’t say I was the same. But the moment, I walked into his hotel room, he looked at me the same and took me into his arms and it all faded away.
Within moments, we were kissing like I had never left him.The passion was still there and it did not take long for him to have my shirt off and my breasts in his hands. They were fuller than before much to his surprise. But no complaints. I pulled his shirt off and the same muscles and body remained for me to explore despite 22 years of age being added to us. We fell into bed and spent a glorious few hours of making love.
Just staring into his eyes and knowing he still cared. I found it hard to believe that I was looking at him after so long. We stared at each other like we could not believe this was possible. As he entered me and our thrusts began, it was like I was complete for the first time in ages. Time and time again, I came with an abandon as never before.
After a small rest and talking about how could this be happening again, we ended up in each others arms again making love as never before. He caressed my breasts and ran his fingers through my hair. I just looked at him like I expected him to disappear from my life once again.
I knew the chances of this ever happening again considering that he lived half way around the world were slim to none. It was a once in a lifetime chance that could never be repeated.
Before I left, he took off his crucifix necklace and put it around my neck. He told me he loved me and always would and could not believe that I had kept him in my heart all of these years. We talk every once in a while and are hoping that I can fly him in to see me in February for a possible meeting for four days. I pray that I can pull it off and have a brief respite from the life of a mother and wife. I do care for my husband, but the first love always seems to stick in one’s mind forever especially if he is someone who truly cares. Chris cares.
He always will. So will I. This story will continue in a few months with four days worth of lovemaking and making of new memories.
