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They had been together for a year and a half, and been quite happy during that time. They were a good match in most respects and were attracted to each other both sexually, emotionally, and intellectually.

But sometimes, these three things aren't enough to make a relationship last, no matter how much two people care for one another. Sometimes distance has a way of changing things...

She was a year younger than him, and his equal in every respect except for age. To be totally honest, she loved him with all her heart.

He was sweet, kind, cute, good with children, funny, etc. etc. But since he had gone off to an out-of-state college, things had changed.

Yes, her feelings for him remained the same, but circumstances were different. They couldn't talk on the phone very often because of long-distance bills, he didn't come home often, and she just didn't think she was high on his list of priorities anymore. And to top it all of, she was so lonely. She was beginning to want someone else.

Some say if you really love someone, you can tolerate anything to make it work. In some cases that's true, but in others, it most definitely isn't. She had always sworn to him and herself that she would be honest and break things off if she ever had feelings for another man. Well, as much as she loved her boyfriend, she felt she needed someone WITH her, someone who could physically be there, someone who made it clear she was his priority. And those were the few things her boyfriend COULDN'T give her. She vowed to talk to him the next time they were together and set things straight. Their relationship just good for her anymore, and she didn't think it was good for HIM, either. Breaking it off would be hard-especially since they'd been together a year and a half... But it would be the best thing for both of them, regardless of how painful it would be initially. She knew there was a part of her that would always love him, but they had TRIED, and it just wasn't working anymore. Better that they parted while they were still friends, rather than waiting until disaster struck.

Friday came, and his parents were gone for the weekend. He called her and asked if she would stay with him at his folks' house.

She said yes unhesitatingly.

She picked him up from the train station. When they first spotted each other, they hugged for what seemed an eternity. He finally pulled back, and placing his hands on either side of her face, he looked at her, memorizing her familiar features. He was glad to be with her again.

On the drive back to his house, though, he noticed she was unnaturally quiet. He kept asking her what was wrong, but she kept answering that everything was just fine. He knew she was lying, but much experience with her had taught him there was nothing he could say or do to force it out of her until she was good and ready. So he settled for saying nothing, merely stroking his hand up and down her thigh absentmindedly.

They reached his house just as the sky was darkening into inky twilight. He held her hand as they walked up the steps. When she closed the door behind her, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close to him. Before his mouth could inch any nearer, she pushed him away, saying, "We need to talk."

Surprised, but still unfazed, he nodded his head in agreement and followed her into the living room. She cleared her throat before settling down onto the couch. He sat down beside her. She moved away a bit, his proximity distracting her. He looked at her, puzzled and a little hurt by her odd behavior. But still he waited-the ball was in her court now.

Feeling her courage swiftly flee in the face of his comfortable nearness, she plunged right in. She spoke haltingly, but firmly, telling him of all her feelings and thoughts of the recent months. She told him of her loneliness, of her need for someone who would be there literally at her side, of her love for him, and her realization that they couldn't last any longer. She could see by the expression on his face that he didn't believe her-he thought she could never, would never, leave him. She tried to convince him of her seriousness, but though he attempted to believe and accept her words, she knew him far too well to be fooled. She sighed, unable to think of what she should or could say to convince him of her seriousness. Well, there was nothing else she could say.

When he reached his hands out to draw her near him, she didn't resist. And when their bodies were close, she kissed him, knowing this would be the last time she would do it. Her mouth was warm and soft and hungry against his. As always, the chemistry between them was strong, and the fire quickly ignited. But tonight they made love, their hands and mouths and bodies tender and gentle. Before she knew it, he was removing her clothes, one-by-one, and gazing down at her with that combination of warm affection and hot lust that always undid her.

She arched her back, crying out softly as his mouth closed around the peak of her nipple. It had been so long... Despite everything else that HAD changed, THIS hadn't. Her hands threaded through his hair as he gently suctioned her nipples. And when her small hands pushed him onto his back on the floor, before finding their way down to his hardened cock, he uttered not a single protest. He throbbed under her touch. Groaning, he clasped her head to him as her mouth enveloped his cock in its wet warmth, sucking and stretching and licking him in that way only HER mouth did. There would be time later to straighten out this nonsense about her breaking up with him. For the moment, his body had missed her touch too much. He moaned hoarsely as she kissed his mouth and he tasted his own juices. Finally, when neither of them could wait any longer, he slid into her tight, wet warmth, and began to thrust. The pleasure was as sweet and unbearable as it had always been, and very soon, he was climaxing as he felt her pussy grip him in the middle of her own climax. Exhausted, they pulled themselves up and collapsed on his old bed. They talked and made love through the night, stopping to eat and shower together somewhere in that time. Very early morning found the two lovers curled up against each other, though one was awake.

She would have to leave him-there was no other choice... But she loved him so much. Salty tears slipped down her face and landed on his bare shoulders as she leaned over him, taking in the details of his peaceful form. Her lips were tender and loving as they lingered on his mouth. But he remained sleepily impervious to her tears, and when he woke later that morning and found her gone, the tears had disappeared as well.

He woke slowly, lazily, throwing out an arm to clasp her to him.

Finding nothing, he sat up and looked over at her side, but she was gone. He called out, checking the bathroom and the kitchen. But she was gone. Finally he understood the enormity of what she had tried to tell him the night before, and he realized it really was over. Lonelier and emptier than he could recall ever having been, he sat on his bed, clutching the pillow she had slept on to his face, trying to inhale her essence. If there had been an observer, he/she would have found him in the same position several hours later.

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