Weird love

The car quickly left, as soon as the prostitute did her thing.
Bill felt the need for a woman since Jeanie deserted him in the middle of the event. He was so annoyed and frustrated because he had hoped that tonight was the night that he shall taste Jeanie for the first time.

"I wonder what she'll say tomorrow, if we ever talk again." said the man in a sad voice.

The next day, at 9 am, while he was half-asleep, somebody was knocking at the door. He got up with lightning speed, hoping it was Jeanie. But it was his sister, coming to get her blanket back.

"Why so glum?" she asked.
"Last night didn't go so well."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Will you talk to her?"
"I don't know. Let's see if she'll say something first."
"Well, is it her fault?"
Scratching his head."It's more my fault."
"You idiot. What did you do?"
"I got a little drunk and put my hand in her special pl..."
"When?"
"In the middle of the event and some people were watching us, I think."
"Wow, finding a girl after so long and yet you mess things up. You should go and apologize before it's too late. I'm outta here."

As she closed the door, the word "Idiot" was said by her. Bill was upset at what had happened afterward that he decided to take a shower and take off that filth that he thought was on him.

After an hour had gone by, he stopped the water, exited the shower and stared in the mirror, saying to himself "Now I feel great, now I know what I must do."

He put on some clothes and opened the door to leave the house.
As he opened it, there she was, Jeanie, sitting on the stairs, with her shoulder leaning against the wall and her back facing his door.

"J...Jeanie?" asked from the doorstep.
She was startled by that, turned around and said.
"William, we have to talk." she was the only one that called him William.
"Yes, we have to. I was on my way to your place."
"Now I'm at your place, so let's go inside because I don't want to make a scene here."
"Sure."

She came in and went in the living room.
"Do you want a coffee or tea?"
"A coffee would be nice." as she sat on the couch.

He went to make the coffee and stayed in the kitchen, thinking about what was it that she was going to say and what would he reply to her, to make her stay with him.

After five minutes, he returned with the coffee and nearly spilled it.
Her clothes were on the carpet, while she was lying naked on the couch.
Her smiling lips, her naughty looking eyes, her tender breasts, all inviting him.
"Do you like this?"
"Wha'? I was expecting something different from our talk."
"Last night I was feeling a little under the weather, and you fingering me didn't help at all, that's why I left, otherwise we would have had sex there."
He stayed there, with a shocked expression on his face, mesmerized by her words.
"Well, are you coming or am I doing myself?"

He put the coffee cup down and took off his shirt.
He kneeled and walked like a dog towards her.
Bill touched her legs and they felt so smooth, so he rubbed his face and kissed them while she made slow noises. Advancing, he teased her by putting his fingers through her bush, but he went on and touched her slightly on the belly until he reached her round and firm bosom, with her nipples erect and her chest pulsating.
She started playing with his hair and also licked his fingers and sucked them.
Then, his lips met hers and that kiss made time stop.
That kiss what the one that they've been waiting for, that kiss showed them where their relationship was.

They woke up, hours later, in the evening, embraced and facing each other.
"I love you" she said.
"I love you too."