Frank felt as though he’d been standing in the hallway for an hour. He knew it had been minutes, but having known Isabel for so long, every minute was pointless. He should have been able to just walk right into her apartment. Instead, he spent all that time in the hallway outside her apartment door, sometimes pacing, sometimes just staring at the door.
The news he was bringing to Isabel made him incredibly nervous. It felt silly to him on one level. Over the years, he had told many wives that their husbands weren’t ever going to be seen again. He had told mothers that their sons had disappeared. Somehow, telling a mother that her son was homosexual seemed incredibly different.
Isabel’s demeanor wasn’t making him any more comfortable, either. When he called her, her voice was not the controlled, calculated tone he was used to hearing. Even when things between her and Carmine had gotten rather ugly, she had always maintained her composure. Tonight, he thought he could hear her voice break once or twice. Frank could only imagine what was on her mind, but he was fairly certain that his news was worse.
Finally, Frank steeled himself, took a few deep breaths and knocked on the door..
When Frank saw the burden illustrated on Isabel’s face, he immediately didn’t care for it. A whole range of emotions raced through his mind, but he kept all of them hidden. He had realized long ago how much he cared for this woman, but he refused to allow himself the license to explore those feelings. Even during the moments when Isabel shared herself with him, most recently their tryst in the limo after the funeral, Frank had to squelch his feelings. That was definitely going to be the case tonight.
“Hello Isabel. Thank you for taking the time to see me,” he said to her.
Isabel’s look of worry lessened at the sight of her long-time friend. She smiled at him and assumed far more of her typical sense of ease, calm and self-assuredness.
“Frank, you know you don’t need to be so formal around me. Come in and have a seat.”
Following her to the living room, he watched her take a seat on the couch facing the window. Frank strategically chose the chair.
Isabel crossed her legs, propped her chin on her fist over the arm of the couch, and flashed her usual enigmatic, questioning smile. Teasingly, she asked, “And how are things at the office?”
Frank immediately felt more at ease. Isabel’s smile and tactful humor were difficult to resist. He felt his attraction for her grow despite his efforts to remain focused on his task.
His laugh released a lot of the tension. “Well, things are going well enough. Big meeting coming up, but nothing extremely pressing. Joe is managing things rather well, but...” His voice trailed off when he noticed Isabel’s expression change slightly. Most people wouldn’t have noticed it, but Frank knew Isabel better than anyone.
“I’m sorry, Isabel,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to bring that up.”
Isabel looked perplexed then reassuringly said, “You don’t need to apologize, Frank. I’ve come to accept Joe for who he is.” Her face held a confident and knowing look to it as she spoke about Joe. “He’s not Carmine, but I’m sure he’s capable to run things now.”
Frank relaxed again. He was concerned about mentioning Joe, but Isabel had put those fears to rest.
Isabel continued, smiling, “And as long as you’re around, I have nothing to worry about.”
She gave him a slight nod and rose to her feet. Frank could only smile back as she slipped between the pieces of furniture on her way to the bar. “Would you like a drink?”
“No. Thank you”
“Do you mind if I have one?”
“Of course not...” But then, being reminded of his task, Frank clenched his teeth for a second before suggesting, “In fact, that might be best.”
Isabel stopped in her tracks and turned back toward Frank. “Perhaps I’ll wait then.” Hesitantly, she walked back to her seat. She took on a different look of concern, one more compassionate toward Frank and the news he carried than what she had shown earlier. Leaning forward and placing her elbows on her knees, she asked, “What’s going on, Frank?”
Frank looked her directly in the eye and said, “It’s about Anthony.”
Isabel’s eyes squinted slightly and silently asked Frank to continue.
“The other night, I went to our room at the Hyperion to meet with someone. When I got there, I walked in on him having sex with...someone...” Frank struggled to toss out those last few words.
Isabel didn’t react for a brief moment. Then, she threw herself against the back of the couch and let out a laugh, “Hahaha, Frank please!” She sighed as the worry left her. “I don’t think I need to hear this. He’s 24! He’s probably got a different girl every night! And as much as I don’t want to think about it, that’s pretty natural.” She chuckled at the grave way Frank presented the news.
Frank never wavered in his demeanor. “That’s the thing, Isabel. He wasn’t with a girl.” Frank emphasized that last word, so Isabel would be sure to know he wasn’t kidding.
Isabel immediately stopped laughing and stared at him in disbelief. “What do you mean?”
“He was with a young man, Isabel. ... Anthony is gay.”
Isabel eyes glazed over and she allowed her head to drift from facing Frank. Mouth agape, she struggled to comprehend the reality of Frank’s words.
After a few quiet moments, she stood and walked over to the bar. Placing a hand on it to steady herself, all she could say was: “Oh god...”
Frank bolted out of his chair and went to stand beside her. He put his hand on her arm and spoke with compassion, “Nobody knows, Isabel. And I won’t tell anyone. But I thought you needed to know and he told me he was too ashamed to tell you.”
Isabel’s face fell. “He’s ashamed? Why? He could have told me.” Speaking to no one in particular, she explained, “I’m his mother...”
“He’s ashamed because he knows he can never run the family now. If anyone ever found out...” The implications Frank was making were entirely understood. He still continued, “Not only would it ruin the family, he could actually be in danger.” Squeezing her arm, he attempted to assure her, “I would never allow that to happen, of course, but I won’t be around forever. And he’s thinking of the embarrassment it would bring to you.”
Isabel snapped her head up and ripped her arm from Frank’s hand. Anger flashed in her eyes. “I would never be ashamed of him, Frank. And I don’t give a fuck what all you alpha male pricks think of him, either.”
Frank leaned away from Isabel, the look of hurt in his eyes apparent. “You know I would never think that way about Anthony, Isabel. I love him like a son.” He pleaded his case to her, “But if others find out, it could turn very ugly.”
Seeing the hurt on his face when he spoke, Isabel’s anger quickly faded. The weight of all the events of the past few days, hell, the past few months, got the better of Isabel. She put her arms around Frank and hugged him.
Frank felt helpless as the strongest woman he knew began to sob in his arms. He held her there for a few moments before she drew her head back and looked up at him. “I’m sorry, Frank. I just... I just feel like I’m losing control.” She barely got out that last word before she buried her head in his shoulder once again.
Frank had a feeling that this was just the last straw that had finally broken the back of an amazing woman who ordinarily bore more burdens than most men he knew. He felt as though a floodgate had opened within her and years of emotional turmoil were now spilling out. He ran his hand down her back and held her close. After a couple minutes, Isabel looked up at him again and sighed.
“Thank you for everything.” She released her arms from his body and placed her hands behind his head. Pulling him down to her, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
Frank stirred from his slumber when he felt the bed move underneath him. Isabel slid off the bed and quietly walked to the bathroom door, closing it behind her before turning on the light. Frank rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked over the room as well as the empty side of the bed beside him. The room was dimly lit from the ambient light of the city outside the windows. It must have been very early morning still.
He didn’t quite remember getting into bed with Isabel. In fact, he didn’t really recall much of the night after he had delivered his news and they started drinking. Initially, Isabel didn’t take the news very well, but with his support and understanding, they quickly found happier grounds. The alcohol helped settle them both and Frank did remember them laughing and talking well into the night. What they talked about, he didn’t recall, but Isabel was in much better spirits later in the evening.
But how did they end up in bed together? The question puzzled Frank. He noticed that Isabel still had her knee-length skirt and silk blouse on when she crossed the bedroom floor a few seconds ago. He looked down and was relieved to see that he was still clothed. The only things missing were his shoes and his belt. He hadn’t even pulled back the covers.
He was proud of himself for not taking advantage of her or letting his feelings for her truly show through. He was very satisfied to be her steadying influence in this turbulent time, and even though she had used him after the funeral, he didn’t want to make things more complicated for her.
Hearing the faucet running in the bathroom, he decided to roll over and pretend to be still asleep. Isabel opened the bathroom door and glided across the room once again. She crawled onto the bed and lay next to him. Frank felt her pause as she lay next to him. Then, he felt her scoot directly against him. Her arms curled up in front of her as she faced him, her face inches from his.
He felt her eyes on him even though his were closed. Slowly, he opened them. He could barely make out her face in the low light, but he could tell she was smiling softly. She locked her eyes on his for a few moments before lowering her head and snuggling close to him. Frank raised his arm to accommodate her and pulled her close.
He had never seen Isabel like this. Their encounters years ago never evolved like this. Isabel was always firmly in control. Even though she was a caring and attentive lover, she had never exhibited this kind of behavior. Frank held her close as she buried her head into his chest.
Frank began rubbing her back, her silk blouse moved along with his hand. His hand drifted innocently back and forth, back and forth...
Simply enjoying the moment, Frank barely noticed when his hand trailed a little farther down her back and discovered that Isabel had removed her skirt.
Immediately, Frank hesitated. The turmoil started in his head once again. He knew he loved this woman and they had been through a lot together. He found her eternally beautiful and he always felt she held a special place in her heart for him. Yet, she was always so driven and focused on other things; they would never be anything other than friends. They had had their tryst, and nothing had come of it.
Now, with her lying next to him in nothing but a silk shirt, Frank needed a moment to straighten his thoughts. Isabel exuded sexiness, but again, this vulnerability was something completely new to Frank. His intent was to be there for Isabel, to be the rock that she needed. Yet, he simply couldn’t ignore the soft, sexy body before him.
Pushing the less-than-pure thoughts to the back of his mind, Frank continued rubbing Isabel’s back.
Isabel stirred beneath him. Raising her head, she looked at him. Frank wondered if she had noticed his hesitation. Her smile was soft and sweet. He smiled back.
They remained like that for quite a while, staring at each other.
Isabel broke their gaze, smiled broadly and again snuggled up against Frank. Frank rested his chin on top of her head. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to betray his feelings, he continued to gently stroke her back.
Then, slowly, Isabel’s hand extended over Frank’s chest. Her hand stretched wide then firmly gripped at his shirt. Frank felt Isabel stir underneath his hand, almost as if her hips shifted closer to him when his hand moved toward her lower back.
Frank dismissed this as just simple, sleepy stirring until it suddenly happened again. Each time his hand drifted lower on her back, she moved. Her hand grasped more firmly at his shirt and her head even circled under his slightly.
Isabel’s taut lower back moved beneath his fingers and her head nuzzled even deeper into his neck. Despite his best efforts, Frank’s thoughts gradually drifted from strictly honorable to those memories of their affair so many years ago. The lust, the excitement, the thrills were all rehashed in his mind as Isabel drew closer to him.
A gentle brush of her lips on his exposed neck shocked Frank’s memory to rapidly recall nearly every detail in an instant. The memories were pushing his desire to remain noble well to the side. With every shift of her body next to him, Frank became more desirous. His hand pressed more firmly against her back as he rubbed. He allowed them to wander further along her body. And with each pass, Isabel crept closer to him until her entire body was completely flush against his.
Isabel planted more kisses on Frank’s neck. Her hands gripped at his shirt. Frank could tell she was becoming more amorous. Her tongue touching his skin finally elicited a loud sigh from Frank. His heart raced now. There was no way he would be able to fight this urge.
Isabel’s breasts were pressed against his broad chest. Her body writhed against his, matching his hand’s movements. Frank realized it was a lost cause.
Resting his hand on the small of her back, he gently pulled her against him. Isabel raised her head and they just looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments. Neither of them smiled; they just stared. Isabel broke her stare and looked quickly at Frank’s lips, then back up to his eyes. Looking down again, she gingerly brought her mouth up to his.
Their lips met and the heat between them smoldered. The kiss was soft and slow at first, each of them lovingly touching their lips together. But, their intensity quickly grew. Isabel’s tongue sliced between Frank’s lips and sought his tongue. Frank eagerly opened to accommodate her.
Frank’s hand pulled at her even more firmly. He raised his leg over hers while she slid her knee up underneath it. Their kiss was now deep and determined. Frank held her tightly with his arm. Her hands tugged at the fabric of his shirt.
Frank could feel her hips subtlety grind against him, his erection grew. He knew there was no way to stop it. All the feelings he had for her, their history, his years of repressed love; it was all coming to the surface. This different, vulnerable Isabel was something he wasn’t prepared for and it had sent him over the edge.
From underneath his pillow, he thrust his other arm underneath Isabel’s head and wrapped her up tightly. His tongue delved deep into her wanting mouth; the longing growing between them.
Frank rolled over on top of Isabel, propping himself above her on his elbows. Isabel withdrew her hands to reach behind Frank and embrace him as tightly as he embraced her. For several minutes they slowly, passionately kissed.
Frank disengaged from Isabel’s kiss and lowered his lips to her neck. Isabel hugged him and sighed loudly as he slowly lowered himself along her body. One of his hands slid down her side and found the tail of her silk blouse. Lifting it up her body, Isabel raised her torso to allow the shirt to slide up. The loose fabric allowed them to forgo the buttons as Isabel raised her arms. Frank lifted the shirt from her completely and tossed it aside.
Frank returned his lips to her now naked chest. He realized that she had removed her bra in the bathroom. Immediately seeking her nipple, Frank took one into his mouth. Isabel’s hips rose up against him and her hands dug into his back.
Enjoying her reaction, Frank continued to trace down her bare stomach. His hands found the lacy boyshorts that he had seen before. Kissing between her navel and the waistband of her panties, he pulled at them. Isabel rose off the bed. The panties were quickly aside the silk shirt on the floor.
Isabel’s hands were entwined in Frank’s thick, dark hair, gently urging him to continue. Frank needed no encouragement. He eagerly delved between her legs. Isabel willingly spread for him.
Tender kisses landed inside her thighs. Frank could smell her excitement as his tongue massaged her lips. The sweet taste of her grazed his tongue as he teased her outer edges. Her hands pulled at his hair.
Finally, Frank split her lips with his tongue. Isabel gasped. Frank slipped one arm up over Isabel’s leg, pressing it to the bed. She raised her other knee, resting her thigh on Frank’s shoulder.
Completely opened to him, Frank massaged Isabel with his tongue. Expertly playing with her clit, then alternating to her sensitive vulva, Isabel could only moan along with Frank’s movements.
Frank took his time. This was not like their incident in the limo. This wasn’t one of their rendezvous years ago hiding from prying eyes. He was hers this night. There were no other motives. There was nowhere either of them was supposed to be. No one was expecting them nor to meet them in a few minutes or hours. Frank had Isabel all to himself for once and it felt right. His original objections were long gone. Only his love for her was left to flood his mind and it drove his actions.
Isabel’s sounds built as he continued. His tongue split her inner lips and Isabel responded with a guttural moan. He slid his tongue up along her slit to find her clitoris and Isabel let out a little squeal in delight.
Frank felt her hands pull at his head more assertively when he landed on her clit, so he finally concentrated there. Slow, deliberate laps up and down her button made Isabel move her hips in concert. When her breaths started to match the rhythmic motions of his tongue, Frank pressed her one leg to the bed while his other arm gripped strongly at her other thigh.
He could sense the orgasm building within her. The muscles in her torso fought against his arms that pinned her, fighting to help the rhythm. With her pushing back against him, Frank responded by quickening his pace. He sealed his lips over her clit, slightly sucking at her flesh while his tongue quickly stroked at her.
Isabel drew in a deep breath and froze underneath him. Frank felt her back arch up from the bed. Her hands clutched at his hair. Her entire body seemed to tense up and lock into place.
Frank pinned her against the bed by nearly putting all his weight onto his arms that held Isabel’s legs in place, yet his mouth was as gentle and light as a feather. The contrast was effective judging from her reactions. He had her essentially immobilized, trapped under his powerful control, but the attention being given to her clitoris was intensely opposite, light, fast and isolated compared to the broad brute force that held her to the bed. Frank wanted Isabel to enjoy this.
Isabel’s inner thighs squeezed against Frank’s strong position and her hands pulled at his hair. The feeling had crossed the threshold to painful, but Frank didn’t care. He held her down and continued his loving assault with his mouth as Isabel’s orgasm began.
Her head shot back against the pillow, her mouth wide, locked in ecstasy with only short staccato breaths coming out. Her body convulsed with each wave of pleasure. She released her grip on Frank’s hair and slammed her arms out against the mattress, tossing her head side to side while Frank carried on relentlessly.
The orgasm persisted for what seemed like an eternity. Frank maintained his rhythm as best he could and held her tightly through all of her thrashing. Isabel ultimately let out a very loud scream then curled up upon herself, pushing at Frank’s head as she muttered, “Stop! Stop!” breathlessly.
Frank relaxed and let Isabel free from beneath his body. Her legs simply went limp and her arms collapsed at her sides. Frank grinned proudly and planted a few kisses on her quivering abdomen just above her mound to tease her flush skin. He could see the slight shimmer of perspiration on her skin as he gazed up at her heaving chest.
Isabel desperately tried to catch her breath while Frank moved back up beside her on the bed. When he lay beside her, she once again turned to cuddle up against him. Still breathing heavily, she didn’t say a word. But when Frank put his arm around her once more, her arm curling up underneath his told him all he needed to know. He could feel a difference in Isabel from their other encounters and when she buried her head into his chest, he knew she felt something different toward him as well.
After lying in their embrace for several moments, Isabel had finally caught her breath. Frank had relaxed and was expecting to fall asleep, when he felt Isabel’s hand drift from his back to his waist, then to the front of his pants. He suddenly became acutely aware that he had been fully clothed this whole time. He was so wrapped up in bringing Isabel pleasure that he didn’t even realize that he still had his pants and shirt on. Isabel quickly remedied that, however.
Bringing both hands together at his beltline, she had his pants lose in an instant. Pulling his shirt clear with one hand, the other slid underneath his boxers and sought his cock. Her fingers wrapped around him and gently massaged his sex while she started to kiss his neck.
Frank, no longer expecting sleep, moaned quietly with Isabel stroking him. Her kisses led her up to Frank’s mouth where she sealed their lips together in a slow, wet kiss. Her tongue licked slowly at his causing him to place his hand at the back of her neck and pull her head into him.
Isabel pushed Frank, rolling him over onto his back. She quickly removed his pants and climbed up over him. She grabbed at his shirt and pulled him up to a half-seated position where she kissed him again. While their tongues danced, she pulled the shirt apart, snapping a couple buttons free from the cloth. Frank struggled to maintain their kiss and simultaneously remove his shirt. But, Isabel placed both of her hands on his cheeks and held their mouths together while Frank pulled his shirt from his arms.
Once free from his clothes, Frank reached to embrace Isabel. She leaned into him and forced him to the mattress. He wrapped her up as they continued to kiss, their naked bodies flush against each other.
Isabel broke their kiss and Frank lightened his embrace. She pressed herself up on her hands and raised her hips. She sashayed down Frank’s body while maintaining her gaze into Frank’s eyes. She lowered her hips over Frank’s now engorged shaft. Frank felt her hot wet sex press against the middle of his shaft. Her buttocks and inner thighs squeezed and it almost felt like he was being kissed. He was overwhelmed at the sensation.
She sat more firmly upon him and slowly moved her hips along his length. Her wetness eventually coated the entire underside of his cock. It was the most erotic feeling Frank had ever felt. The soft wet flesh of Isabel’s folds were gliding along his erection ever so slowly while Isabel maintained her position above him on her hands. She smiled as she looked down upon him and Frank was insanely happy that he had ignored his earlier objections.
He mindlessly let his hands wander over her body as they stared at each other. But, he was far more concerned with what he was feeling with his heart than what his hands felt. After all these years, after all the times they sought each other out and after all the times circumstances kept them from successfully being together for more than a few stolen nights; this time felt different to Frank. His hands drifted lovingly as he smiled contently.
Still, he couldn’t completely ignore the sensual way Isabel was moving her hips over him. His erection was now slick with her own juices and it strained against her. She would slide just high enough on him to allow the head to split her lips only to slide back down along the shaft. It was excruciatingly delectable. Frank could only respond by raising his hips to try and coax Isabel, but she would simply adjust her hips to maintain her tease. So, Frank resigned himself to enjoying her play.
Isabel slid her hips down and lowered herself over Frank at the same time. She pressed her mouth against his, deeply kissing him. Frank hooked his arms under hers until his hands were around her back and over her shoulders.
As they kissed passionately, Isabel brought her hips up Frank’s body and pressed into his stomach. His erection pointed directly at her opening, so she slid down upon it. He entered her easily and she continued to lower herself upon him until he was completely inside of her.
Frank moaned into their kiss, but never stopped. Isabel purposefully rose up on him, and then lowered once again. He could feel her massage him all along his length when he was fully within her then slowly he would slide almost completely out of her. He felt his cock split her each and every time she lowered onto him, softly slicing into her.
Their kiss was deep and deliberate. Their tongues explored each and every inch of the other. Isabel’s legs squeezed against his. Frank was overwhelmed by the sensuousness of it all. Never before had he been closer, more connected, more in touch with this woman, ever. He couldn’t believe it. But, he wanted nothing more.
Isabel kept her slow, even pace. At first, Frank was distracted by the overwhelming physical contact: the soft wet tongue playing with his, the skin to skin contact from chest to toes, his hands exploring every inch of Isabel’s naked body within reach. It was too much to pay attention to. But, after some time, he began to focus on the sensation produced by Isabel’s cleft. Her meticulous pace meant every stroke was nearly new. Each time she allowed him to slide deep within her it was as if he was newly penetrating her. The orgasm built so slowly that it almost took him by surprise when it neared.
Suddenly acutely aware of his climax, Frank placed his hands on her hips. Despite his hands’ urging, Isabel never wavered. She continued to slowly thrust him in and out of her. To Frank it was deliciously erotic yet painfully slow. So, when the orgasm came, he didn’t know how to react.
He grunted softly when it overtook him. He gripped at Isabel’s hips as he tried to thrust into her, but she was able to maintain her rhythm. He shot into her with a powerful orgasm, his long, loud moan vibrated through her as she continued to milk him as she sat on him. The intense sensation of her slowly sliding up and down him as he came made him pulse several times more. The orgasm lasted longer than any Frank could remember.
He couldn’t stand the movement any longer so he wrapped Isabel up in his arms and held her tightly while she was completely impaled upon him. His erection twitched and pumped within her as he held her, their kiss never ending.
As Frank’s senses slowly started to return, he recalled only a few other times Isabel had allowed him to come inside her, but that was a long time ago. And it was never that intense...