We were soulmates

It was the middle of my freshman year of high school, and I had just moved into a new neighborhood when I met a kind, tall guy named Joe. A year and a half older and a sophomore, he was tall for his age, and he towered over me by a foot. We met at the bus stop as Joe lived down the street from me, and I had caught his eye immediately with my long, light, blonde hair, and bright red lipstick.

I am a beautiful girl and carried myself with an air of sophistication and playfulness. My clothing for high school was tasteful and yet quite sensual as it accentuated my supple breasts and rounded hips. Many guys pursued me during high school, and it was no secret that I was considered by many to be one of the more attractive girls in school. I was a good student, loved acting in the theatre, and had a witty, goofball sense of humor with no problem acting the fool to get a laugh.

I was popular and appeared confident to many, but underneath I struggled with self-esteem and always struggled with compliments. Because of this, I was humble and modest, never showing too much skin or participating in flirtation. I had been brought up to be careful about sexual expression and longed to be valued for those things that gave me substance, not frivolous attributes. I longed for true love.

After the bus dropped us off the first day we met, Joe walked me home and quickly found a way to strike up a conversation with me and introduced himself. Our first meeting sparked a quick rapport, and we fast became friends hanging out at one another's houses, going to the same parties, movies, and more. The amount of laughter and bonding we had made it clear to Joe that I am his soulmate.

Joe was smart and watched as a slew of guys in high school clamored for my attention. I would go on many dates with boys, but nothing ever too serious or long-term evolved. Joe worried that if he ever dared ask me out that he would end up on the sidelines as plenty of guys did. The boys were many, and I was but one girl. After much thought, Joe decided he did not want to date me; he wanted to marry me. He took his time, waiting patiently, working up a strategy, and the courage to finally make his move.

Joe could have dated other girls in high school; he had offers, even from my friends; but he worried that if he did, it might harm his chances with me, and he simply did not want anyone else. When it came down to it, he would rather sit on the sidelines alone and patiently wait. He was good looking, nurturing, funny, and the kind of guy, most girls, wish they had as their boyfriend.

Joe was also very intelligent and calculating. Everything he did was with great precision and research. He moved carefully in life because, as a perfectionist, he wanted to ensure that when he did things they were done well but, his strength of being calculating kept him from pursuing the love of his life. Because he chose to be overly cautious, Joe suffered watching me date other boys as he longed to be with me.

After all, our connection was undeniable. We always made one another laugh; We thought alike and wanted the same things in life. During our high school years, he had worked hard to get me to pay attention to him and stand out. He knew I was not easily taken in by smooth lines or perfunctory interests, and he had his work cut out for him building a rapport with me before he felt I would be open to dating him in a profound way.

Joe was beyond smitten in high school and found out everything he could about me. He would often be around at my locker, sit near me on the bus when we rode it. He would try to arrange rides to parties with mutual friends, he even taught me to drive. Anything to be around me, and to know me better. It was no secret that Joe had feelings for me. Some of our mutual male friends would snicker when Joe would do something nice for me as they were all competing for my attention and they knew his intentions and that he spent the most time with me.

I knew that Joe had feelings for me, but I had no idea how deep they were, and I often found myself simply overwhelmed by all the male attention I received. I dated boys regularly but always came back to spend time with Joe. I had put him in the dreaded friend zone not because I was not attracted to him but because he simply never asked me out. Besides, I always had a boyfriend with no breaks in-between, so Joe found no real opportunity to make his feelings known.

After high school, I and Joe went to different colleges, and Joe's family relocated many states away, making it impossible to see each other during school breaks. We would call one another on the phone, but long-distance in the late 80's early '90s was expensive, so short calls and letters were all we had.

Years passed, and our friendship deepened as did his longing, and he finally decided that the time was right once I graduated from college. After I graduated, I called Joe to give him some big news. I announced that I was engaged to a guy I had been dating all through college. Joe was heartbroken and was angry that he had lost his opportunity to finally be with me. He told me he never wanted to speak with me again. I was heartbroken and hurt. I knew Joe had feelings for me but to cut me off like that felt so harsh. I mourned our friendship.

But Joe could not resist trying to connect again and called me about a year later to see how I was. He was elated when he found out that I had called off the wedding and was moving back to our hometown in a few months after having moved away with the now ex-fiancé. Joe decided that this was his chance; he moved back to our home town right away and waited for me to return.

But when we saw one another again, I seemed aloof. Joe had been so excited to see me and was determined to finally ask me out but was so confused by my indifference. When he finally asked if I had ever considered going out with him, I firmly told him that we would never date. Joe was heartbroken, but upon going home that evening after our tense dinner, he decided to pursue me even more. He could not lose me.

I had been through a great deal with boys and my former fiancé. I was a loving, generous soul who kept dating men who fed off me taking far more than they gave. I could not risk losing my best friend and worried that dating Joe would end up like every other failed relationship I had. I knew that I could not lose him, and if keeping him as a friend meant that, then it was for the best.

Joe began to hang out with me every chance we got. He laid on the woo factor pretty firmly with everything he had. Finally, he pushed the topic of dating once more. He told me that I had given loser after loser a chance to date me and told me it seemed only fair that I at least give him one date. If I did not want to date him again, I did not have to. With trepidation, I agreed, and we set a date for the next night, which happened to be New Year's Eve.

When the big night arrived, Joe acted the part of a perfect gentleman, and I appreciated how sweet he was to me as he did small things to let me know he respected me, such as opening the car door for me and offering his coat when I was cold.

The evening went well. After dinner, as we made our way into a crowded bar, and the clock was about to strike twelve we were pushed and shoved around in a sea of drunk people. I was distracted by trying to find a place to go when at last, the clock brought in the new year, and Joe pulled me to him, dipped me down in the most romantic gesture possible, and kissed me. Well.

This kiss was no ordinary kiss. It overwhelmed me with all the love and passion Joe had trapped inside of him all those years. His strong lips made love to mine; his tongue moved into my mouth with a sensual longing that only a man in love could provide. As our tongues and lips moved passionately together, I could feel my body catch fire, my face flush, and my panties moistened. It was the most amazing, passionate kiss of my life. It moved my very soul.

I quickly realized that I was romantically in love with Joe. After more kissing and making out in his car, a lot more, I asked what he thought our future held. Joe said with absolute certainty and conviction that he wanted to marry me. Surprised but pleased by his strong declaration, I smiled.

We spent the next afternoon at his apartment. When we kissed I could feel his moist, wanting lips against mine, and then his warm tongue slip in-between my cherry-colored lipstick and into my longing mouth. Our tongues slowly fucking one another deeper and deeper until the desire consumed us both. I could feel his warm, strong hands on my soft, milky breasts as he pulled back my blouse and lacy white bra, exposing my erect pink nipples that became more firm with his touch. His lips and tongue slid down my neck, and my breath became fast and heavy as my pussy flowed with wet cum, and I longed for his body to merge with mine.

He offered me sexual bliss. My soft moans beckoned him for more, and I felt his fingers slide down my soft abdomen and into my lace panties. His fingers caressed my soft, trimmed, blonde pubic hair and found their way in-between my slickened pink, pussy lips.

As his fingers slid up and down my inner labia, my wetness covered his hand, and he knew how badly I wanted him. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer as I pulled open his jeans. Joe moved his pants and boxers down his legs as I removed her lace panties. In just a moment, we were embracing again, pressed against one another with our warm, nude bodies moving passionately against one another.

The head of his cock eagerly pressing against my tight opening thrilled him, and I looked at him completely in love and eager to feel him inside of me. He moved slowly, pushing his cock inside me feeling my lips pull apart for the first time, feeling my excitement consume him. I gasped as he filled my pussy, overwhelming me with his size.

As I felt his hard cock begin to penetrate my longing pussy, I gasped and felt myself completely losing myself in my desire for him. As he slowly thrust himself into my tight, wet cunt I moaned with delight and immediately began to climax from the sheer buildup of love I had felt for him for so long.

He moved in and out slowly feeling every part of me as I moaned and sighed with tears running down my face. I whispered: "I love you, Joe, I love you more than words can say." His eyes teared up, and he whispered to me his undying love and affection in return. It was the very definition of making love.

Joe began thrusting with more power behind his cock as he pushed into my wet warmth. I cried out as he began to cum while I was still contracting all around him surrounding him with my love. He thrust hard as he came, exploding inside of me. It was an earthshattering orgasm.

I lay in his arms afterward and told him how amazing it was for me to be with him and that I was so in love with him and never wanted to part. Joe was utterly in love with me and told me that he had never experienced something intimate and passionate. We both laid there, sharing ourselves and feeling that the future was our.

Joe continued to woo me, and I always matched him in effort. The two of us were closer than we had ever been to anyone, and we never seriously argued or were overtly disrespectful toward one another. He formally proposed on one knee offering me a beautiful engagement ring at the beach watching sunset where I cried tears of joy and said yes.

It was meant to be, after all, We were soulmates until he passed going on 6 yrs now from pancreatic cancer.

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