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Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Twenty-Three

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“Girl’s Night”

“Wait, wait. Are you kidding me? Please say you’re kidding me.” Sara is looking at me with disbelief while I sip on my drink trying not to laugh. I smile and say, “So are you mad that we didn’t have sex or that he made a point of telling me that we weren’t going to have sex?” Sara starts her retort but I am saved by Katy who walks up and slides into the booth next to me. I give her a smirk and say, “girl you have perfect timing.” Katy waves for our waiter and looks from me to Sara and back again. “Ok what’d I miss?”

I met Katy during my very embarrassing trip to Vegas where she saved me from making a complete fool of myself, well almost. We’ve been great friends ever since. She is total firecracker with light red hair, green eyes and an infectious smile. Tonight she is wearing 4 inch heels on her short 5’0” frame and tight jeans that show off her luscious curves and a low cut top that gives just a peek of her ample chest. I lean down and look at her shoes. “Umm first things first, I thought you were banned from ever wearing heels again after our last outing.”

She flips me and Sara the middle finger and growls, “fuck you” under her breath. “That was one time! Fuck you weren’t supposed to remember that. Ok so it was several times that night and to be fair they were new shoes.” We are laughing at her and she throws her lemon at me. “Fuckers”. Did I mention she has a potty mouth? “What are you bitches talking about?” The waiter brings us a round of shots which gives me a little time to stall. “Annie was just telling me about how her second date with Patrick ended with them in the shower where he told her he was not going to have sex with her. And she stayed in the shower!” I lick the fleshy part of my thumb and shake some salt on it. “Just because there wasn’t penetration doesn’t mean that we didn’t have sex.” I give them both the stink eye and shoot my tequila back. As I am sucking on my lemon Maria walks up.

“Hola!” She grabs the last shot on the tray and shoots it down and then slides in next to Sara. “Who isn’t having sex? I could hear you chicas from the bar.” I look around and thankfully there are not too many people in the bar area yet. “No one is having sex with Annie at the moment. And not for a lacking of trying.” Sara passes Maria a lemon and introduces herself and Katy. “Si! Annie has told me so much about you both. Ahora vayamos a los detalles! I want to know everything.” She is larger than life and Sara and Katy seem to be as enamored with her as much as I was when I first met her.

“Sara seems to think the best way to get over Michael is to sleep with every guy I meet. I can’t help that I still think about him from time to time. I miss him. Even if he smashed my heart into pieces.” I wave the waiter over so I don’t get him stuck in my head again. Fuck. Every time I think I am over him I get sucked back in again by some stupid memory. I order another round of shots. “For the record Annie, I don’t want you to sleep with every guy you date just anyone who will get that asshole out of your head!” Sara gives me that smile that I know so well. That tough love look.

I start telling the girls over drinks what happened with Patrick during our last date. “Leading me into the shower he washed the paint off me going slowly over every inch and then took baby oil splashing my whole body making me very slippery. He kept telling me he wanted to explore every part of me. We kissed under the shower the hot water running down between us. I was getting pretty worked up and I asked perhaps demanded that we take it to the next level. That is when he told me that he wasn’t going to have sex with me. Said he wanted to make it special that I was special to him. I have to admit I had to keep from snorting laughter cause all I was thinking was I want to be bent over and….oops sorry TMI I know.” Maria who has been sitting quietly pipes up now. “Oh Dios Mio!! Chica I am so glad you didn’t fall for that mierda! He is always so full of shit. That man gets more ass than a toilet seat.”

Sara smiles, “Maria I think I love you!” Maria winks, “girl I would rock your world.” The blush starts at Sara’s chest and goes all the way up to the top of her head. For the first time Sara is speechless. Katy looks at Maria. “You’re a lesbian? I mean shit of course you’re a lesbian you’re freakin gorgeous!” Of course the waiter decides at that moment to make his appearance and he has a shit eating grin on his face. We all bust out laughing. “Whatever you’re thinking just stop because this is not a porno dude, this is real life.” Katy is smiling while she says this but I swear the look on his face told us he had a whole scene laid out in his head.

The drinks are flowing throughout dinner and I finally admit to myself that I can’t hold it in and I will have to break the seal. I stand up and Katy volunteers to come with me. “After all we know what happens to you when you are unsupervised in a bar bathroom.” Sara and Maria are too busy talking about their significant others to even notice us leaving. ‘You know I never really said thank you for that night but seriously thank you for saving me from doing something stupid.” We’re in the bathroom waiting our turn and Katy looks at me. “This is going to sound weird but did all that blue paint freak you out?” My mouth curves into a smile and I wiggle my eyebrows. “All I kept thinking was oh shit I am going to turn into Smurfette and that kept me on edge. For as smooth as Patrick was I am glad we didn’t doing anything hard core. Dang that sounds bad.” Katy gives me a lopsided grin, “nope not at all. Guys can have sex with lots of women and everyone thinks they are the shit but if a girl has lots of sex she’s a slut. It’s that stupid double standard. I say fuck that. You have sex with whoever you want and whenever you want.” We bust out laughing and head back to the table.

After dinner we walk down the block to this local bar where Maria knows the owner. The place is packed and the music is pumping. I immediately hit the dance floor where I get lost in the music. I can feel it pulsing through my body and I close my eyes and dive down into the beats. The girls join me after a few minutes and we are all dancing together and laughing like fools. For the moment Michael is far from my thoughts. Suddenly the spotlight shines on me. I look toward the DJ booth and see the bouncer waving me up. My heart starts pounding in my chest as I walk toward the booth. I get that familiar pull in my belly. I immediately start smiling when I see that gorgeous smile that belongs to my favorite Taiwanese/Sicilian DJ. We don’t speak for a moment. He grabs me and pulls me in tightly against him and leans in close whispering in my ear. It sends chills down my back and leaves my panties moist. It’s going to be a good night.

Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Nineteen

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“Unlucky in Love”

I sit on the edge of my bed with the letter from Michael on my lap. I have read it so many times now the paper is soft from my constant touch; folding and unfolding it. I scan the words yet again though I have it memorized; I hope to see something I missed before. I push play again on my CD player. “I’m unlucky in love they tell me I’m unlucky in love they say, oh but things are gonna change.”  As the first words float through the speakers I read his letter again….

Annie,

My beautiful angel. I know how much you love music especially new artists and definitely your growing love for David McSparron. When I heard this song Unlucky I knew you would maybe understand why I am doing what I am doing. Listen to the words. You have no idea what you have done to me these past few weeks.  You’re such an amazing woman! You are beautiful, smart and funny. You are everything that I want and everything I need. But things are complicated for me. I never meant for you to fall for me or in love with me.  You deserve better than what I can give you. Like the song says I am unlucky in love. I wish I could change that right now but I can’t. I want so badly for you to understand how much you have changed me. I will never forget you and maybe someday I can explain it to you and you won’t hate me. I know you may consider me a coward or that I am running away but just listen to Unlucky and think of me.

Yours always,

Michael

I feel the tears slide down my cheeks and splatter onto the page. It is a haunting sound I realize. I flop back against the pillow and put my arm over my eyes as the tears continue to flow silently down and land softly on the pillow. Rolling onto my side I crush the letter to my chest. I look at the empty pillow next to me running my hand over the surface and close my eyes trying to remember every detail of our last encounter. His smell, his touch, his smile…….

I can tell something is wrong when he comes over. He seems agitated and his blue eyes look almost gray.  He stands there looking at me like he wants to shake me or kiss me it is hard to tell which one at the moment. “Why? Why Annie? You don’t really love me you only think you do.” I shake my head as the tears come. I hate that I am crying again over a man.  But this one is different so different that I can’t even explain it to myself. “Normally when someone tells you they love you, they don’t react this way. They say at the very least thank you or I don’t know I love you too. What the hell is going on Michael?”

He comes close to me and I step back for some reason. “Annie.” He grabs my face with both of his hands and pulls me to him kissing me softly as though we have never kissed before. His tongue is exploring my mouth as his hands slide deeper into my hair.  One hand gently pulls my hair while the other hand slides down my back. My arms are wrapped tightly around him I don’t want to let go. I feel like it may very well be the last time I am near him so I want to be lost in him completely. My hands slide down to the small of his back and I can feel his muscles underneath his t-shirt, tight and hard. I am overcome with desire for him and my kisses become more urgent. I pull at his shirt tugging it out of his jeans. Quickly I pull his shirt up over his head, locking lips with him once more.

He responds by tearing at my leggings and I hear the distinct rip as he tugs them down my thighs. Our hands are groping and grabbing and soon enough we are both naked, breathing heavy. The look in his eyes is one of urgency. It is almost animalistic and I feel it too.  I want to bite and scratch and attack him on every level. He pushes me back to the wall and grabs my arms pinning them to the wall. I don’t even know how to feel right now but it doesn’t matter at this moment.  The only thing that matters is touching and tasting, our bodies moving as one.

I groan loudly. “I want to touch you Michael. Please.” He smiles at me and shakes his head.  He has my arms pinned at the wrist with one hand and the other hand is touching me as though he is trying to memorize every part of my body. He is rough, he is gentle, as his fingers explore every part of me, making me cry out with pleasure as he sends me over the edge over and over again. My body is in overdrive now. I try to pull my arms free but he has a tight grip on my wrists. I can feel the wall bite into my skin as I try to free myself. It hurts but it feels so good too. “Please Michael. I need you now.” This comes out as a growl as I so want to pounce on him.

Suddenly he pulls me to him and lifts me up, automatically I wrap my legs around him. I can feel him against me and I move to get closer but he stops me. I try again to slide down onto him but he stops me again. I kiss him deeply as he slams himself into me making me gasp. We move as one and I have no idea how we are managing to stay upright at the moment. My eyes are closed and my head is thrown back, my back arching to meet his thrusts. My hands are gripping his shoulders and I am lost in him, his touch, his smell, his essence. Forgotten is the look of hurt and anger and maybe even fear I saw on his face when he stepped inside my bedroom.

I feel as though I am falling and realize he has moved us to the bed. He moves me up on the bed and crawls up so that he is over me. I reach up to pull him to me in desperation I can’t get enough of him. “Slow Annie, slow.” I fall back on the bed and close my eyes and try to control myself. He lowers himself down so that we are completely skin to skin now. I can feel him between my legs ready to go. “Tell me you love me Annie.  Open your beautiful eyes and look at me. I want to see you, hear you, feel you.” As he slides inside me I whisper, “I love you Michael. I do.” Tears come again but I choose not to acknowledge that. In this moment we are one. As we lay all tangled up; limbs and sheets, my head rests on his chest over his wolf tattoo, his heart beating in my ear. The knife that pierces the heart on his chest feels like it is mine as if he is wearing my pain right over his heart. I am so sleepy but I try to fight it as I am afraid that if I fall asleep he won’t be there when I wake up. “Annie, are you awake?” I nod my head slowly. “Mmmmmmm.” I feel his lips on my forehead as he kisses me. His fingers are playing with my hair and I get drowsier. As I am on the edge of sleep I hear him whisper very softly, “I love you Annie.”

A knock on the door drags me viciously back to the present. “Annie?” Sara opens the door, sees me on the bed with the letter in my hand dried tears staining my face and gives me that smile. It says that no matter how long I have trapped myself in my room or cried myself to sleep or screamed in anger she will still be my friend and listen to my heartache.  She will tell me that it will be ok and pick me back up and set me straight. Gently she takes the letter from me, folds it up and puts it on the nightstand. She lies down on the bed next to me so we are face to face our noses almost touching. “Honey I know your heart is breaking right now. I see you struggling to try to understand why but it’s not in that letter. I promise you that.”

I can feel the ugly cry coming, the one where your whole face scrunches up and your eyes swell up and your nose gets red.  I feel her arms around me as she pulls me close to her, hugging me tightly while I continue to cry for what feels like the millionth time. When my crying is only sniffles she gets up and pulls me up with her so that we are sitting with our legs crossed, knee to knee. “It has been three weeks Annie.  You need to get back to being you. Please. I miss my best friend.” I nod and wipe my eyes and nose with the bottom my shirt. “So I want you to get up, wash your face, and for god’s sake brush your teeth and shave your very hairy legs because we are going out tonight!” She holds up her hand before I can even protest. “I am not taking no for an answer. I’m gonna get you good and shitfaced tonight. Forget Michael; forget all the ones who have broken your heart. It is time to start breaking some hearts of your own.”  I find myself giggling because I know she will drag me out one way or the other. She is already in my closet pulling out clothes for me to wear.  I slide off the bed and walk to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror I see a person I haven’t seen in a long time. My eyes are super green right now and bloodshot. I splash cold water on my face and feel my sadness turn to anger. I gave Michael my heart and he chose to stomp on it but right now in this moment I refuse to be sad any more.  Sara is standing in the doorway. “There’s my girl. I can see it in your eyes.  Use that energy to burn up the dance floor girl! Tom has already agreed to be our DD for the night so it is on like Donkey Kong! Now repeat after me; Fuck him, fucking Fucker!” She hands me a shot glass and we tap them together and throw back our shots. I smile as the liquid slides down into my belly. Fuck him. I have shed the last tear I will ever cry for him. I love him but I will not let my heart be broken again.

 

Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Eighteen

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“Why does Love Make Things So Complicated”

          We are standing together on the side of the road and the sounds of crickets surround us.  Leaning against him I am lost in his kiss and my heart is pounding.  I am scared and turned on at the same time.  The fear of almost coming off of the motorcycle and actually telling him that I love him has taken me to a new level.  Everything seems so clear to me.  The wind has picked up and I can hear thunder in the distance.  He pulls back and looks at me.  “You love me?”  I smile at him and touch his face.  I am afraid to speak so I nod instead.  A look comes over his face and I can’t tell if it is happiness or him being freaked out.  I realize I don’t know anything about his past lovers.  Did I just commit a big no-no?  I clear my throat.

“Listen, I am not expecting you to tell me you love me it’s just, well it was the heat of the moment.  I was scared and I was afraid of not telling you how I felt.  The way you moved on that motorcycle I have never seen that before.  There is so much I don’t know about you Michael.”  I am looking up into his eyes with the moon shining brightly in the sky and I can feel cold drops of rain fall on my upturned face.  He smiles at me and this smile is one I have not seen before….it seems sad and happy at the same time.  “Darlin, I told you that I would not let anything happen to you.”  He is looking at me so intensely I shiver for all the right reasons.  He pulls me closer and the rain drops continue to fall on my face and I am happy for this as it hides my tears.  His face is buried in my hair and he sighs.

Suddenly the sky opens up and we are quickly getting soaked as the rain comes down on us.  It is slapping against the road, the dirt, the trees making a kind of music that is erotic and sensual.  I smile at him.  He cocks his head at me and I can see he has that look that I know so well.  He takes off my jacket as he slowly kisses my lips flicking his tongue across my bottom lip and I groan with pleasure.  I pull at his jacket tugging it off him as our kissing becomes more urgent while the rain comes down harder.  He pulls me toward the bike and I am not sure at first what he wants me to do.  Down on his knees he tugs my jeans down and over my boots.  My white t-shirt is getting soaked and my pink bra is showing through.  He gets on his bike and then pulls me onto his lap so that I am straddling him.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he has me pulled close enough that I can feel the body heat coming off of us.  He pulls my hair back forcing my head back exposing my neck.  The rain splashes on my face and rolls down my cheeks, my forehead and my neck. It is cold but seems to sizzle against my hot skin.  He does this to me makes my temperature go through the roof.  Michael sinks his teeth gently into my neck and hits a certain spot that makes me cry out with pleasure.  I find that I am grinding myself against him and I grab his shirt and pull it over his head.  I want to feel his skin against me; I want to touch him to feel him as close as I can to me.

Our hands are all over each other touching and pulling at clothes trying to get skin to skin as quickly as possible.  His hands find my panties and I feel them rip as he pulls them aside.  There is urgency between us as he pulls me down on him over and over again.  I feel like I am outside of myself looking down at the two of us making love on his motorcycle on the side of the road with the full moon hanging in the sky like a secret spy watching us from a distance.  Just as he takes me over the edge he pulls me close to him and I can feel his breath on my ear as he nibbles on my lobe.  I feel so close to him right now so why do I feel like this is his way of saying goodbye?

Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Fourteen

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“The Perfect Valentine Date”

Today is Valentine’s Day; a day that I have always wished would just go away in the past. The pressure is on all sides to “show” the one you love how much you care by forking over a ridiculous amount of money on flowers and forget about the pressure to propose on this day if you have been dating for a while. Those commercials about that jewelry store and their damn diamonds…argh gets me so mad every time.  As if the only way to say you love someone is with diamonds.

I am going to look past all that because tonight I have a date with Michael.  It is our fourth and so far he has been the perfect gentleman which is good but kind of annoying at the same time.  Every time he kisses me I get weak in the knees.  It is the prefect amount of lips, tongue and pressure and just makes me tingle all over.  I was not too sure about a date on tonight of all nights but I got the most beautiful red roses and purple tulips this morning with a note that said “To my beautiful girl” so I am going to just go with it and see what happens.  It will be good no matter what it is.

I have no idea where we are going but I am excited as each date he seems to surprise me more and more.  Never typical and ends with a kiss on the hand and then he pulls me in close for a deep kiss, hands in the hair and then releases me right when things get hot.  I think I am more frustrated than he is at this point.  Sara laughs because I usually end up taking a cold shower after our dates.  Wow I sound like a 19 year old guy who is trying to score.  There is something about him that I can’t put my finger on. He is mysterious and dark and slightly dangerous in a sexy way.

I know he works for the government but he is pretty tight lipped about it saying that he can’t talk about it but I know it is something in the military.  He doesn’t like to talk about himself either and is always asking me questions about myself and what I like and don’t like.  Almost as if he is taking mental notes for future use.  He stares at me so intensely and I feel that in his head he is doing very naughty things to me and when I ask him what he is thinking about he just bites his lip and smiles which of course sends shivers down my spine…..those lips, oh how I like to kiss those lips.

At exactly 6 pm Michael is at my door to pick me up.  He looks delicious as usual.  Tonight he is dressed in a fitted buttoned down black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark blue jeans and dress shoes.  And he smells so good a woody, leather scent that just makes me want to sniff him at the base of his neck.  He steps back and looks me over a couple of times.  I am wearing a sleeveless black dress with white hearts along the bottom, a red shrug and red heels to match.  I decided to pull my hair back into a messy bun; a look that Sara calls my sexy librarian look.   “Annie you are simply stunning this evening.”  He leans in and kisses my cheek and inhales my scent.  “You smell like vanilla and chocolate, mmmm.”

This makes me blush for some reason.  His tone is playful but there is a certain urgency underneath, almost a lust.  Most interesting.  “Thank you Michael.  You look very handsome this evening.”  He holds out his hand and I place my hand in his and he leads me to his car.  This bit is something that took time for me to get used to but I find there is something so sweet about this gesture.  I thought he was trying to impress me at first but then I realized he meant it.  Maybe that is how he gets women to swoon over him.  Everywhere we go women are always staring at him.  His presence is very commanding so I don’t blame them one bit.

Dinner is amazing and Michael is again full of surprises.  He arranged to have some of my favorites prepared by the chef; caprese salad, Chicken saltimbocca in a lemon sauce and for dessert, chocolate covered strawberries.   We have our own table in the corner looking out over the ocean.  He is giving me that look again and I feel tingles in all the right spots.  It could also be the bottle of champagne we drank too.  He leans in close so that our lips are almost touching.  “Are you ready for the second part of our date?”  I can only nod because all I can think about are his lips.  He comes all the way in and kisses the corner of my mouth and then licks his lips.  “You had a bit of chocolate but I got it.”  Yes definitely tingling now.  He is saying and doing all the right things I can only hope the rest of the evening goes like this.

Our drive to part two of the date is short and when I look around I realize where we are.  “Why are we at the museum?  I thought they closed hours ago.”  He just smiles that smile again and comes around and opens the door for me.  “I know the curator.  He owed me a favor.  I know that you mentioned how much you love art and everything related to it so I wanted to see it through your eyes.”  I am speechless.  This is my favorite little museum and right now I know there are many great artists on display and I get to see them without the crowds!

We walk inside and the curator is waiting with two flutes of champagne which Michael takes from him and hands a glass to me.  “To an evening you will never forget.”  There is a twinkle in his eyes and I know he has something up his sleeve and I can’t wait to find out.  He leads me down to the West Wing and we step into the first room.  Some of my favorite artists are here displayed just for me.  Water Lilies and The Garden at Givenry by Monet, The Birth of Venus and Primavera by Botticelli, Starry Night and Sunflowers by Van Gogh just to name a few.  I realize that he has listened to every little thing I have said.  Displayed are some of my favorite paintings by some of my favorite artists.

He stands behind me as I take in the paintings and I can feel his breath on my bare neck.  I tilt my head slightly and he takes this moment to kiss my neck and I lean back against him.  He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tightly against him and I can feel that he is most definitely excited to have me against him.  He runs his hands down my hips and up my backside.  A moan escapes me and he turns me and kisses me very deeply pulling me to him and his hands are all over me.  I have my hands on his back and I can feel his muscles respond to me.  He pulls back and gives me this grin.

He leads me to a few more rooms and again he attacks me as I try to look at the art.  I am getting very worked up and I can see that he is too.  I look around and giggle.  There are cameras everywhere so our little make out session has been filmed.  At least the guards will not be bored.  He looks up and sees what I am looking at.  There is a dark corner and he pulls me into it.  “There are no cameras here.”  He whispers.  Suddenly his hands are in places they haven’t been before and I am so turned on but worried the curator is going to walk in on us.

He pulls my red shrug off and kisses my shoulders and turns me so that I am facing away from him.  I feel him start to unzip my dress.  Oh my heaven!   He plants kisses down my back until he gets to my red lace panties.  He pulls on them with his teeth.  He runs his hands up under my dress and gently touches the top of my panties.  My whole body shivers again and I hear him chuckle low in his throat.  Quickly he stands up and pulls me in for a kiss. He bites my lower lip lightly.  “Have you ever been to the Planetarium?”

I have to catch my breath he has me so distracted.  One minute I am worried about the silly curator walking in and now I am screaming in my head for him to not stop.  “No, Not here.  I didn’t know they had one.  I always just come to look at the paintings.”  He gets that hungry look on his face and I suddenly realize that what I have been waiting for is going to happen and now I am shivering with anticipation.  He leads me down another hall through the East Wing and to a door with no windows.  There is a flashing green light on the wall and when the automatic doors open and the light turns red.  I am getting ready to ask Michael what the light is for when he answers my unasked question. “That means that the show is starting and no one can come in while the light is red.  Keep that thought in mind.”

It is very dark inside and there is soft music playing in the background.  I look up and there are millions of stars displayed onto the rounded ceiling.  They look so real that I forget I am inside a building.  He goes behind a stand in the middle of the room where I assume someone stands to talk about the stars. I am looking up and see that the stars are moving slowly to simulate the evening sky.  “Annie.  Come.  You can lie down and look up all evening if you want.”  I look over and Michael has a thick white blanket spread out on the floor.  He is sitting there looking up at me biting on his lip.  I have noticed that he does this around me.  I find it very sexy.

I walk over and stand before him.  He taps my left foot and motions for me to lift it.  I do and he removes my heel and does the same for my right one. Now he gets up on his knees before me.  His fingers are lightly grazing my legs and right now all I can think about is how very glad I am that I shaved my legs today.  Now his hands are under my dress again and he looks up at me with those light blue eyes.  I feel the tug of my panties as he pulls them down.  His eyes never leave mine.  I place my hands on his shoulders and step out of my undies.

He puts them aside and gently pulls me down so that we are both on our knees facing each other.  I reach out and start to unbutton his shirt pulling the bottom out of his jeans.  I am pleasantly surprised to see that he has a tattoo on the left side of his chest.  It is a tribal wolf with its head raised and there is a dagger piercing the head of the wolf.  I pull his shirt off and touch the tattoo.  His skin is very hot to the touch.  He reaches behind me and unzips my dress for the second time tonight and pulls it over my head in one move.  I am now in my bra and he is in his jeans.

I am taking in his muscles and I can’t seem to stop touching his chest and arms.  It is like touching warm marble, strong and solid.  He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.  I grab his face and pull him to me and kiss him deeply.  I can hear his belt as he undoes it and the zipper of his jeans.  He undoes my bra and now we are both naked on the floor of the Planetarium with the music playing softly and the stars above us.  He is taking his time touching every part of me as I touch every part of him.  It is hot and sexy and I don’t want to it end.  All I can think is that this is the best Valentine’s Day. Ever.