Rabid Erotica: The Wedding Date Part 4 Boardwalk Dreams

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“I didn’t think you’d come,” she said to him nervously as he approached on the moon-lit boardwalk.


“There wasn’t a chance in the world I’d miss out on you,” he replied.


It seemed like forever since they’d seen each other, that wild day at the hotel and the wedding they never got to attend.  The marriage in question was already on the rocks, so neither felt terribly guilty.  Now, after all this time, across all the miles, they were finally together. Her dreams were finally coming true beside him on the California shores.  Now more than ever she realized she loved Christian.  And now he was finally all her's. Their embrace quickly led to a passionate kiss, a far cry from the nerves and anxiety that got the better of them in the past.


==


They walked for what seemed like miles, hand in hand sharing all the heartfelt emotion of an Austen romance.


“I’ve come all this way for one reason and I’m not leaving without sharing it with you.”


Christian pulled her close to his broad chest and stared deep into her emerald eyes.  She had a feeling she knew what he was going to confess and in fact, she wanted to repeat those very words to him, but he never got to say it.


Suddenly, the raging Pacific waters quieted and the picture perfect scene vanished.  She awoke, sweating in the heat of the night. She’d had the dream again. She didn’t want to wake up. She fought against it in vain, but her mind began to process the reality of the situation.  Nothing had changed. Christian still had his life, and she was trapped in hers, no matter how much love for him emoted from her aching heart.  Neither was in a relationship, and both loved each other, though they’d never expressed it.  Still life left them few options.


She swallowed three nights worth of sleep aides and struggled to find him once more in dreams.  But for that night the dreams had concluded; a cold pillow was her only companion.


==


The next few days continued to be difficult. The lack of sleep was ravaging her more and more.  She‘d finally landed her dream job, and it supplied her with an income that many would be envious of. Yet the weather in her world was  still a miserable shade of gloom.  Her only outlet came from his texts, from his emails, from her frequent fantasies.  Though he’d been writing less frequently since they shared the passionate day in the hotel room, he still had a way of making her feel like the only woman in the world.  He was her dearest friend, a fact they both cherished.  Christian was the first and only man to appreciate her beauty, even though she viewed herself as the unappealing chubby girl.  He was a prince to her, even if his circumstances kept them apart like prisoners.  Thinking back to that day at the hotel, two doors down now seemed like heaven.


==


Friday night roared in like an unwelcome friend.  Usually Katie and Michelle would round her up for a girls night but on this night dates weren’t to be had.  So she found a friend in a cheap bottle of Merlot and a candle lined bathtub.


“Fuck it, when life gives you lemons…throw them at all the assholes in love,” she thought to herself, the wine taking it’s toll quickly.


She looked down at her full figure in the hot water and for once felt pretty good about it.  Even with the crippling distance, he still loved her.  At least she hoped he did.  She closed her eyes and began playing back the scenes from the hotel room.  Her bare ass in the mirror, the coy way he looked into her eyes, the love they made.  Overcome with loving emotions she began to explore the curves of her silky skin with her fingertips. Her lack of self confidence usually kept her from enjoying herself, but not tonight.  She slipped her fingers into the water and ran her fingers up her inner thighs ever so slowly.  Then, without a second thought, she began pleasuring herself.  Images of his naked body made themselves at home in her thoughts.  It was easily the best bath she’d ever taken.


==


Saturday brought with it rain and a callous hangover that she was in no mood to deal with.  After showering, and sucking down some aspirin with coffee, she checked her text messages from the night.  Much to her surprise Christian's name came up multiple times and the last entry simply read,


“Sarah, I don’t think I care anymore.  I need to be with you.”


The phone dropped from her hand and in an instant her hangover evaporated into the pouring rain.


“There wasn’t a chance in the world I’d miss out on you,” he replied.


It seemed like forever since they’d seen each other, that wild day at the hotel and the wedding they never got to attend.  The marriage in question was already on the rocks, so neither felt terribly guilty.  Now, after all this time, across all the miles, they were finally together. Her dreams were finally coming true beside him on the California shores.  Now more than ever she realized she loved Christian.  And now he was finally all her's. Their embrace quickly led to a passionate kiss, a far cry from the nerves and anxiety that got the better of them in the past.


They walked for what seemed like miles, hand in hand sharing all the heartfelt emotion of an Austen romance.


“I’ve come all this way for one reason and I’m not leaving without sharing it with you.”


Christian pulled her close to his broad chest and stared deep into her emerald eyes.  She had a feeling she knew what he was going to confess and in fact, she wanted to repeat those very words to him, but he never got to say it.


Suddenly, the raging Pacific waters quieted and the picture perfect scene vanished.  She awoke, sweating in the heat of the night. She’d had the dream again. She didn’t want to wake up. She fought against it in vain, but her mind began to process the reality of the situation.  Nothing had changed. Christian still had his life, and she was trapped in hers, no matter how much love for him emoted from her aching heart.  Neither was in a relationship, and both loved each other, though they’d never expressed it.  Still life left them few options.


She swallowed three nights worth of sleep aides and struggled to find him once more in dreams.  But for that night the dreams had concluded; a cold pillow was her only companion.


The next few days continued to be difficult. The lack of sleep was ravaging her more and more.  She‘d finally landed her dream job, and it supplied her with an income that many would be envious of. Yet the weather in her world was  still a miserable shade of gloom.  Her only outlet came from his texts, from his emails, from her frequent fantasies.  Though he’d been writing less frequently since they shared the passionate day in the hotel room, he still had a way of making her feel like the only woman in the world.  He was her dearest friend, a fact they both cherished.  Christian was the first and only man to appreciate her beauty, even though she viewed herself as the unappealing chubby girl.  He was a prince to her, even if his circumstances kept them apart like prisoners.  Thinking back to that day at the hotel, two doors down now seemed like heaven.


Friday night roared in like an unwelcome friend.  Usually Katie and Michelle would round her up for a girls night but on this night dates weren’t to be had.  So she found a friend in a cheap bottle of Merlot and a candle lined bathtub.


“Fuck it, when life gives you lemons…throw them at all the assholes in love,” she thought to herself, the wine taking it’s toll quickly.


She looked down at her full figure in the hot water and for once felt pretty good about it.  Even with the crippling distance, he still loved her.  At least she hoped he did.  She closed her eyes and began playing back the scenes from the hotel room.  Her bare ass in the mirror, the coy way he looked into her eyes, the love they made.  Overcome with loving emotions she began to explore the curves of her silky skin with her fingertips. Her lack of self confidence usually kept her from enjoying herself, but not tonight.  She slipped her fingers into the water and ran her fingers up her inner thighs ever so slowly.  Then, without a second thought, she began pleasuring herself.  Images of his naked body made themselves at home in her thoughts.  It was easily the best bath she’d ever taken.


Saturday brought with it rain and a callous hangover that she was in no mood to deal with.  After showering, and sucking down some aspirin with coffee, she checked her text messages from the night.  Much to her surprise Christian's name came up multiple times and the last entry simply read,


“Sarah, I don’t think I care anymore.  I need to be with you.”


The phone dropped from her hand and in an instant her hangover evaporated into the pouring rain.



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“I didn’t think you’d come,” she said to him nervously as he approached on the moon-lit boardwalk.

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