Long Lost Love - Part 1 By Lady B (One I Consider A Very Good Friend)
He entered and Betty took her belongings from his hands. She placed
them in the kitchen as she removed her trench coat and came back to
find him still standing in the foyer. "You are soaked" she said to
him. "Let me get your coat." He took off his black trench coat and
handed it to her. She hung it up to dry and went into the bathroom.
She came back carrying a towel. She handed it to him so that he could
dry his hair, which reached halfway down his back. She noticed that he
was wearing a long sleeved black sweatshirt, black jeans and boots.
She was trying to figure out where she knew him from. "Okay, I give
up. Where have I seen you before" she said as she led him into the
living room, turning on a soft light as they entered.. "Well, you may
have seen me on t.v." he replied as he toweled his hair dry. "Don't
tell me you are a killer who prays on single women, because if that is
the case I have to warn you that I can take care of myself" Betty said.
"No, I am not a killer, rapist or anything of that kind" he answered
with a smile on his face. "I live in the area and I have seen you
several times on your way home from work. We went to the same high
school, but I was 2 grades ahead of you. I have wanted to speak to you
before this, but this was the first opportunity that I had to actually
approach you" he said. "Mind if I sit down" he asked. "There go my
manners again" she replied. "Would you like something to drink?" she
asked. "A beer if you have it" he said.
She walked into the kitchen and came back carrying a beer. "Thank's
for your help" she said as she removed her heels. "Please excuse me
for a minute while I get out of these wet clothes she said turning away
to enter her bedroom. As she walked away she was removing her jacket
and he noticed that she had a gun in a shoulder holster. Her skirt was
wet and he liked the way that it clung to her hips and butt. Betty
went into her bedroom and stripped the wet clothes off of her body.
She put on a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt. She placed her gun on
the mirrored dresser by her bedroom door. She padded back into the
living room bare footed. He was sitting on the sofa with an empty beer
bottle in his hands. She went up to him and asked "Would you like
another?" as she took the empty bottle from his hands and walked into
the kitchen. "That would be great" he said. "So tell me, where on
t.v. is it that I might have seen you?" she asked as she got the beer
from the refrigerator. When she turned around he was leaning against
the frame leading to the kitchen with his arms crossed over his
enormous chest. "It's possible that you might have seen me on a
wrestling show which is televised here" he said still being very
mysterious. She handed him the beer and said "Thanks for helping me in
my time of need. Are you hungry? I was going to make some pasta and I
always make more than I can eat." "Sounds good to me. I haven't had a
home cooked meal in a very long time" he said as he reached for the
beer. His fingers brushed hers as he grabbed it and it felt as if a
jolt of electricity had coursed through both of them. They stood there
looking at each other, both holding the bottle, until Betty released it
and finally turned away. ˇStop this' she thought to herself. ˇYou
don't even know or remember who he is.'
He entered the kitchen and sat on one of the stools next to the counter
as Betty put the water for the pasta to boil and started to make the
sauce from scratch. As she worked in the kitchen she could feel his
eyes on her. "You said you have seen me before. How come I have never
seen you around here before?" she asked as she cut the ingredients for
the tossed salad. "Well, I'm on the road a lot with my job, but the
times that I have been in town, I have seen you." he replied. He was
becoming more and more mysterious to her and her instincts and
curiosity were being peaked. "Okay, can you at least tell me what your
name is?" "My friends call me Taker" he said as he took a swig of
beer. She was cutting the bread to add garlic to it when she heard him
say his name. She looked at him suddenly, as it dawned on her.
"You've got to be kidding?" she said. "You're trying to tell me that
you are the wrestler with all the tattoos on his arms who goes around
sacrificing people?" "One and the same" he said with a smile on his
lips. "I have seen you on television on several occasions, but with my
hectic work schedule, I have not really had a chance to follow up on my
favorite sport or go to see a live performance in a long time" she said
after she had placed the candles in the brass holders on the table and
lit them. By this time the food was ready and she started setting the
table. She pulled out a bottle of red wine and was fighting to get it
opened. "Here, let me help" he said "It's the least I can do" he
stated with a smile as he grabbed the corkscrew and wine bottle from
her hands and proceeded to open the bottle of wine easily. As his
fingers brushed up against her hands again, that jolt of electricity
ran up her arm once more and she could tell that he felt it too,
because he looked at her intently.
"You said we went to high school together but I don't seem to remember
you" Betty said with a pensive expression on her face. "That's because
I weighed much less than I do now, I had short hair and stayed to
myself a lot" he replied. "I remember when you were on the gymnastics
team and you won the gold medal for your floor exercises" he added. "I
was there to cheer you on, even though we had never spoken." "That was
a long time ago" she said with a smile as she remembered what it was
like 15 years ago. "Well you still haven't lost your athletic figure"
he said to her, looking her up and down. Betty felt the blush creeping
into her face at his words. It takes a lot of nights working out in
the gym to keep it" she said laughing. She served their food and they
sat down to eat.
"So how do you like the traveling" Betty asked. "It's fun to meet all
the people and get to perform for them, but after a while it can get to
be very lonely" he said as he looked up at her. "How about you. What
do you do for a living?' he asked remembering the gun she carried.
"I'm a homicide detective" she replied. "That explains it then" he
said. "Explains what?" she asked. "Your carrying a gun and coming
home at all hours of the day or night" he said. "Oh, that. Well, the
gun and hours are part of the job" she said. "It also keeps the creeps
away" she added with a smile.
"What made you become a wrestler?" she asked. "Well after college I
wasn't sure of what I wanted to do, so when the opportunity to wrestle
came up, I took it. I have been doing this for over 10 years and I
would not change any of it" he said.
He ate heartedly, having two helping of pasta as they spoke. "Would
you like some more wine?" she asked as she drained her glass. "Let me"
he said as they both reached for the bottle. Once again the
electricity was there. Betty could swear that she actually saw the
sparks fly between them. She pulled her hand back as he smiled at her
and served them both more wine.
They talked for a while over their second glass of wine. When Betty
got up to clear the dishes, he also got up. "Let me help" he said as
they bought the dishes to the kitchen. Betty was placing them in the
dishwasher when he walked in with the salad bowl. "Nice view" he said
as she bent down to place some plates on the bottom rack. She looked
at him over her shoulder and said "Don't get any ideas" with the
meanest expression she could come up with. They both laughed.
After the dishwasher was going they went into the living room and sat
on the sofa. They were both working on their third glass of wine.
Betty sat with her legs curled under her, while he stretched his legs
out reaching all the way to her coffee table. They were talking with
the t.v. on when WWF's Monday Night Raw came on. They were watching it
when all of a sudden Taker started walking out to the ring. "Hey, I
thought you said that you were him" Betty said jokingly. "It does look
like you" she said bending her head to look at him, "But how can you be
in two places at one time?" she asked. "This is a taped show" he said.
"Being in two places at once is something I have not mastered yet" he
added in his best Phenom voice, laughing. "Those sacrifices that you
do on t.v. are just staged, aren't they" Betty asked. "Sometimes they
are and sometimes they aren't" he said going into character.
"Sometimes all I want to sacrifice is female virgins" he said still in
character. "Oh, I'm so scared" Betty said with mock freight as she
shook her hands. He laughed along with her. She could not remember
the last time she felt so comfortable with a man.
Taker stopped talking. Betty looked at him and she could tell that he
had something on his mind. "What's wrong" she asked. "There's
something that I have wanted to do since I saw you again about a year
ago. Something I have wanted to do since high school, but never dared"
he said. "What is it" Betty asked inquisitively. "This" he said as he
came close to her and pressed his lips against hers. Instantly, Betty
realized who he was and did not want to let him go again. She melted
into his massive chest as he explored her mouth with his tongue. He
pulled her up onto his lap and cradled her with his left arm as he ran
his right hand over her thigh, stopping at her hip. She did not want
the kiss to end, so she kissed him back as she wrapped her fingers in
his hair. She could feel the intense electricity coursing through her
veins as they kissed. His hand moved under her t-shirt sending fire
through her veins, and she could feel the warmth of his hand against
her back as he softly caressed her, all the while kissing her. "Am I
to be your sacrifice tonight" she whispered. "Yes" he added in a very
low voice.
At that precise moment there was a flash of lightening and a clap of
thunder that sounded like a freight train. Betty jumped slightly in
his arms and he held her to him. "I better leave" he said, not wanting
to let her go. Betty held on to him and said softly into his neck "I
don't want you to go. I want you to stay here tonight." He put his
fingers under her chin and pulled her face up until he was looking into
her eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he said still in
character but in a very low sexy voice. Betty looked into his eyes
and knew that if she let him go, she might never see him again,
especially after the way he had just kissed her. "Yes" she said as she
kissed him softly. Next thing she knew he was standing with her in
his arms. He was still kissing her as he strode into her bedroom.
He placed her on the bed as he removed his boots and socks. "Now the
sacrifice begins" he said softly as he kissed her again. Betty reached
over and lifted his sweatshirt as he raised his arms. She was amazed
at all the Tattoos on his arms and especially the ones on his stomach.
She ran her fingers over them feeling the electricity jump from her
fingers to his flesh, and getting more excited at the feel of his
muscles under the tattoos. He returned the favor by hooking his
fingers on the bottom of her t-shirt and pulling it up over her head.
He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, removing the straps from
her shoulders and letting it fall. He reached into her hair and
removed the big pin that she had holding her hair up causing her waist
length hair to cascade down her back and over her shoulders until it
hid her breasts. He ran his fingers through her hair and brought it to
his face. He could smell her shampoo in it and that seemed to turn him
on even more.
Betty ran her hands over his chest until she was touching his
shoulders. She looked into his eyes and could see the wanting in them.
She kissed him, entwining her fingers in his hair as he kissed her
back and pushed her down onto the bed. He hooked his fingers in the
waist band of her jogging pants and pulled them off of her legs. He
ran his fingers up her legs until he was tracing her lace panties with
them. He played with her until he had her squirming on the bed. Betty
reached down and opened his jeans. She could feel his hardness against
her thigh and when she grasped him, he gasped with the feel of her hand
on him. She stroked him gently until he was moaning. He rolled her
over until she was on top of him. Betty ground herself onto him,
making him groan again. Betty then took the opportunity to remove his
jeans along with his shorts.
He pulled her down towards him until he was kissing her again. He
flipped over until he was on top of her. He removed her panties as he
gently stroked her with his fingers. "Are you ready to give yourself
to me body and soul" he said to her in his best Taker voice. "Yes my
Dark Lord" Betty replied with half closed eyes. He entered her slowly
and stopped. Looking at her through passion filled eyes he asked "Do
you really want me to do this?" "Yes" she replied as she wrapped her
fingers in his hair, bringing him down to kiss her. He growled softly
as he proceeded to penetrate her. He stopped when he felt her tense
up. He continued once she had a chance to adjust to him. He went
slowly at first and then started to speed up. "Now the Lord of Darkness
will give his body and soul to me" she said matching him stroke for
stroke. Her words and her actions were more than he could take. The
feeling of her taking him in completely, and the slow pace that they
were doing it in, was driving him crazy. He growled again and grabbed
her by the waist, bringing her up to meet his strokes. She felt
herself riding the same wave that he was and soon they were both going
over the abyss into darkness. He pulled her close to his body as they
both shuddered together and Betty could feel his lips against her neck
as he tried to muffle his moans. He pushed into her one last time and
then he lay still over her, holding her and letting his hands stroke
her body.
After a while he rolled off of her and wrapped her in his arms as he
kissed her. "You should have told me" he said. "What and spoil the
fun of you finding a virgin to sacrifice after all these years" she
replied smiling at him. "I just wish I had known beforehand" he said.
"Why? Would that have changed your mind?" she asked. "No" he replied.
"I have wanted to be like this with you since high school, but you
were one of the most popular girls in school and I know you would never
have given me the chance" he replied. "How do you know that? she said
"If you are the guy that I am picturing in my mind . . ." With that
she got up and went over to her closet, pulling out her high school
yearbooks. She had a few from the same school because a lot of her
friend had graduated before and after she did.
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