As we stood together watching the sunset she asked me, “When were you going to tell me you’re retiring? More importantly, when were you going to tell me you’re leaving me and moving a quarter of the way around the world?”

“I’ve been planning it ever since I lost Calista. I just became eligible this year so it’s just been a matter of picking a date and I just decided that two weeks ago.”

We stood in silence for a while.

“Marissa, you said it yourself that I have no claim to your heart, so why are you mad that I don’t share more of my life with you. You’ve never told me how you feel other than saying I’ve ruined your for other men. I don’t understand what you expect from me other than fantastic Sex. I’ve always told you to go find the Love you deserve.”

“You’d never understand Blake, you don’t seem to care about anything but the Sex. We’ve had good times together, let’s leave it at that. You’re leaving me anyway.”

“Maybe you should just leave, we wouldn’t have to see each other again.”

“NO!” she exclaimed as she hit my chest with a balled up fist, “you are NOT going to just kick me to the curb after what you’ve done to me! It was you that was worried about ruining me for other men, well you’ve done it. No man will ever satisfy me like you do. You have ruined me. RUINED ME!”

I wrapped my arms around her, mainly to keep her from hitting me again. She still beat softly against my chest and began to cry. “May God damn you Blake, I wish we’d never met. Why did you have to pursue me that day, why were you in the MOMA, why did I agree to drinks? Why did I let myself fall for you? You’re an evil son of a bitch.”

That felt like a knife through my chest. I had meant no harm to her that evening at the MOMA, I wasn’t even looking for someone to have Sex with. When she did agree to drinks I was not at all confident that it would end with her in my bed. Then a one night stand turned into nearly a week of Sex, and that week had turned into a once-a-month habit. Habit, something hard to give up and that definitely described Marissa. Twice I had suggested that we stop seeing each other but could I? Or was I just trying to salve my conscience. Sex with Marissa was mind blowing. I had done things with Marissa that I had never done with my Calista, dumping food on her and licking it off for example. I had been lured in by the Sex and had not considered emotions, all I wanted was to cum in Marissa as often as possible, to hell with any collateral damage. She was right, I’m an evil son of a bitch. Not intentionally but I am one none the less. Typical man, thinking with my penis.

I had no idea what to say or how to rescue this situation. I’d obviously broken her heart and that realization broke my heart as well. While driving head long towards the ultimate sexual satisfaction I had failed to recognize not only her emotions but also mine. I often found myself thinking about her at random times, wondering what she was doing at that moment. Often when shopping I’d think ‘Marissa would like that’. Then there was the dream, we were doing such a normal couple thing. She had stopped crying by now.

“I didn’t realize you had feelings for me.”

“That’s because you don’t think of me as anything but a cum dumpster, you never have.” She pushed me away and went into the house. I heard the bedroom door slam.

It was time for a walk. I retrieved a flashlight from the kitchen then walked past the main house and up a path that wandered up the hill. At the top of the hill was a Laurel tree, and underneath the tree was a stone. ‘Calista, Most Beautiful’. Under the stone were the cremains of my Love, buried in her beloved Greece. Next to the stone was a bench, I sat here and talked to her. It was always a one sided conversation but it was cathartic. I told her about Marissa, the whole sordid story. The more I talked the more I realized how much I had hurt her and also, I realized I was falling in Love. That was not what I expected, but then I’m not sure what I expected. I walked down the hill and into the darkened guest house. I slept on the sofa that night.

The next morning I made her breakfast in bed. She begrudgingly thanked me and I left the room. I bit later I heard the Shower. While she showered I cleaned up the kitchen and did dishes then made another pot of coffee. After about an hour she came into the kitchen, she stopped and looked around. “Well, you’ve cleaned up this mess but what are you doing about the other mess? The mess you’ve made of my heart.”

I poured us both a cup of coffee and asked her to sit at the table with me.

“First off, I need to sincerely apologize. It was never my intention to hurt you. My only thought was to show you that there are great men and great lovers in this fucked up world. I felt, and I still feel, that you deserve to have a Love like I did with Calista. Stupidly, I tried to show you there are guys worth your time by charging head long into a pursuit of the best Sex you’ve ever had. And every month I’ve tried to outdo the last. Not once did I consider your emotions. I pop in once a month then ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’, and I disappear, no consideration of what happens after I leave.”

“That’s a pretty accurate description of what’s happening. I’m not yet ready to accept your apology though.”

I nodded, “I understand. But here’s the thing Marissa, I didn’t stop to consider my feelings either. After you yelled at me and hit me I realized just how deeply I’ve hurt you. That realization shocked me and hurt me to my core. It made me think about what I’d done, how we got here. I feel terrible, ashamed in fact. But here’s the thing… I realize now that I have feelings for you. I think about you all the time, hell I even had a dream about us on a picnic in Central Park. You’ve become a habit Marissa, someone I can’t do without.”

“So you say you have feelings for me, are those feelings lust or are they Love? Can you not do without me or can you not do without my Pussy? Which is it Blake? Do you want a relationship or do you want me to be your personal Sex toy?”

“After losing Calista I told myself I’d never Love another woman, in fact I’ve actively avoided putting myself in situations where I might develop feelings. I can’t deny that I have feelings for you but I still hurt from losing Calista. My emotions are all confused.”

“Join the club. I’m distracted when you’re gone but I’m giddy as a schoolgirl when I’m with you. There’s no doubt in my heart that I am falling in Love with you Blake, and I hate you for that.”

“I hate myself for hurting you, and I hate feeling so emotionally confused. I guess we’re founding members of the we hate Blake club.”

She took my hand and said, “let’s keep the club small and disband it soon.”

We spent the next few days exploring the area, the local town and beyond. My feelings grew and I thought hers did too. One morning I rose early and went to town, to the jeweler, and purchased a diamond solitaire.

That afternoon I packed a picnic and took Marissa up the hill. “I need to show you something.” We arrived a the laurel tree and stood quietly. She wrapped her arm around me.

“Is she here?” Marissa whispered.

“Yes,” is said, “buried in her beloved Greece, her cremains at least.”

“What did she look like Blake?”

“Like a Greek goddess. That gorgeous light brown Mediterranean complexion; long, thick and curly dark-brown hair. She was curvaceous like a mountain road. She had the most beautiful face, a classic is sharp jawline and a long slim nose. She turned heads wherever she went. She could have had any man she wanted but for some reason she chose me.”

Marissa hugged me. “I think she chose well.”

“I’m glad you think that way,” I said and I took her hand, “let’s go lay out this picnic, it’s not far to where I want to go.”

“Why not here? It’s shaded and the view of the vineyard is so nice.”

“No, this is not the proper place,” I told her. We walked up the hill for several minutes and finally reached the summit. We stood beneath the shade of an old olive tree and could see the ocean in the distance.

“Breathtaking, is this hilltop yours?”

“Yes, this ridge is the end of it though.” I spread out the cloth and unpacked the meal. We sat there enjoying the day and each others company.

“You’ve done well for yourself Blake, this is a beautiful property.”

“It is,” I said, “but with no one to share it with it seems wasted. Calista would have loved this place.”

“You’ll find someone, you get settled in here and you’ll find a woman. Just don’t introduce her to Milos,” she said with a laugh.

“You like Milos?”

“The entire episode with Milos would have never happened if you’d told me you cared for me. I can be a vindictive bitch. Why do you think I came home with their cum in me and then had Sex with you?” she laughed. “And sweet little Pussy-whipped Blake ate their cum out of me, and then he took me back to Milos and watched as I fucked two other men.”

“Not my proudest moment I admit, and I agree that I’m Pussy-whipped. No man could help but lust after you once you’ve given yourself to them.”

“You’re a fantastic lover Blake,” she blushed, “I’m going to miss you.”

“What if you didn’t have to miss me Marissa?”

“What, come live with you here? What would I do about my business? I can’t just leave, people rely on Jason and I for their livelihood.”

“Marissa, ever since we met I’ve been entranced by you. Calista was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with, but you, you are a close second. You are more beautiful than you know Marissa, and one of the most intriguing things about you is that you don’t seem to understand that. I see it, I see the men that watch you as we walk down the street, I see the desire in their eyes. If they only knew the sensual touch of your lips, the erotic feeling of being in you. I know those feelings, I can never let you go Marissa.”

She blushed, “are you trying to get in my pants Blake? Do you want to take me right here?”

I chuckled, “I will not deny that making Love to you right here would be amazing, but that’s not why I’m telling you this.”

I paused and looked to the ocean. “When we fought last night I went to see Calista. It’s always a one-sided conversation but it never fails to bring me clarity. I told her about us, everything, the Sex, the hurt… my feelings. Talking through things with her I realized that I have to let her go. She’s never coming back, no matter how long I shut down my feelings for other women. I realized that she was not the Love of my life, she was the Love of my life so far. I need to move on and find my next great Love.”

“I told you that you’ll find someone Blake, and I believe so will I. We both need to move on.”

“No Marissa, you don’t understand. I don’t want to ‘move on’, I can’t move on. All I can do is move forward from here. You say I’ve ruined you for other men, well, you’ve ruined me as well. You are the next best thing for me, the closest woman to my Calista that I’ve ever been with.”

I stood and took her hand then reached into the basket for the ring.

“Marissa Morgan, I Love you,” I began, “You are the only woman in this world that I want to be with. The beauty of this place, just like the beauty of other women, pales in comparison to you. I long for you Marissa, and here in this place I pledge my heart, my body, my soul to you if you will have me.” I showed her the ring. “Marissa Morgan, will you be my Wife?”

My question took her breath. She shook as she reached out her left hand. “Yes, Blake, I will be your Wife. I want nothing in this world more than to be with you and only you. I pledge my heart, body and soul to you here in this beautiful place. I will be yours Blake.”

I slid the ring on her finger and she wrapped her arms around me and began sobbing. We held each other for a long time, relishing the moment. We both sobbed. Eventually we gathered ourselves.

“The ring is beautiful Blake, it’s perfect.”

“I’m glad you approve of my taste in jewelry, I’ll be buying you more over the years.”

She stepped close to me and whispered, “make Love to me Blake, for the first time truly make Love to me, right here on this spot, take me and make me your beloved and not just your lover.”

We embraced and kissed. We undressed each other, kissing skin as we exposed it. I laid her back on the picnic cloth and kissed her all over starting at her earlobes and working my down to her toes. I tasted her nectar. Changing places she kissed my jaw and down my neck and chest then down my stomach. She took me in her hands and brought me to full hardness then took me in her mouth. It was some of the most sensual moments we had ever experienced with each other. As I lay on my back she mounted me, I felt her velvet walls engulf me. She kissed me as she rode my hard cock.

“I Love you Blake,” she said between kisses.

“And I Love you Marissa,” I said in return.

We took each other and consummated our Love there in the shade of the olive tree. Spent, we lay in each others arms.

“We should go,” I told her after our breathing had slowed, “I have one more thing to do. You may think this is silly but I need to tell Calista.”

“It’s not silly, it’s beautiful,” she said, “I want to go with you.”

We repacked the basket and started down the trail back to the laurel tree. We arrived and I sat the basket on the bench. Kneeling at the stone I told Calista.

“My Love, I miss you so. My Love for you will never end but my Love OF you must. For so long I have shut my heart away, the thought of trying to replace you was unbearable. But I have found someone my Love. A woman of incredible beauty that loves me and satisfies me beyond measure, and I Love her. She makes me happy and fulfilled my Love. Today we have pledged ourselves to each other and I plan to spend the rest of my life with her.”

I touched the stone momentarily as if touching her face. Marissa knelt next to me and surprised me by speaking to Calista.

“Calista, I am Marissa. For so many years I have sought true Love. When I met Blake and he talked of you he was describing exactly what I wanted, a forever Love. He still loves you and I understand that and I accept it. I swear to God that I will never be jealous of his Love for you and I will honor your place in his life. I Love him more than I have ever loved anyone. He loves me and satisfies me beyond measure. I want nothing in this world more than to spend the rest of my life with him. He was the Love of your life and now I need him to be the Love of mine.”

We rose and stood silently for a while before walking down the hill to the vineyard and into our new life.

“We need to plant some flowers under the laurel tree, a small garden for me to share with Calista like she is sharing you with me.”

“You are an amazing woman Marissa, simply amazing.”

The end