She was giggling and it resounded through the porch.  Reluctantly, she opened the door and let me in.  I smashed her up against my front door.  I kissed her hard and ran my hands up her tank top, through the armhole and under her bra...tugging at her nipple, while I kissed her.  I heard a car horn honk and yanked my hand from her shirt to turn and see my friends, Sherry and Mar, laughing and waving as they pulled in the drive. 

 “Baby, I can ask them to come back another time?”  I was questioning her, I knew we didn’t have much time.

 “It’s okay, really.”  She begged me to believe her with her eyes. 
 “Are you sure?”  I looked deeply into her eyes.  She nodded and I didn’t question her anymore.

 The girls were getting out of Mar's car and walking up the drive.  Maria was putting herself back together.  I turned to the girls, but didn’t move away from Maria, but rather, I leaned back against her preventing her from placing her breast back inside her bra, having taken it out.  She was pushing me and I was leaning back even harder until she laughed.  Mar and Sherry entered the porch and I eased up so she could finish getting herself together.  I knew I was probably blocking view, but I guessed she was embarrassed.  She had only met the girls once before, when they had stopped by one night.  We had been making love all night long and the doorbell rang.  When I answered it twenty minutes and a hundred rings later, they gave us grief all night long. 

 Sherry was carrying a bag and I knew it was Chinese food.  I had forgotten we were going to watch movies tonight.  I hadn’t remembered.  “Oh Shit!  I forgot.  Honey,” I turned to Maria, “I invited the girls to watch movies tonight, we are having Chinese.”
 Mar was such a sport, she blew past me, opened the house herself, knowing it wouldn’t be locked, “Don’t mind us girls, we know what to do.”  She kept on walking and Sherry was right behind her, no shame in these friends at all.  I kissed Maria again, before we went into the house.

 “I am sorry sugar, I forgot.”  I knew she would be upset, this was our time.

 “It’s okay, meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.  Don’t dawdle...I will be waiting.”  She slipped inside the house and left me standing there.  I was in awe. I couldn’t answer, because she had already left.  I heard her mutter greetings to the girls and excuse herself for a few minutes.

 I went inside and sat down with the girls, careful to keep my legs crossed, knowing that Maria had left marks of playing on the bike.  “So, how are you two tonight?”

 They laughed.  When Sherry, shameless as usual came back.  “Not half as good as you.  So, she must have called?”  They knew the whole story.  These were my real friends.  I had told them about Maria only after they caught us the night of the mysterious ringing doorbell.  They wouldn’t leave that night until I introduced them.  I had to coax Maria out of my bedroom, explaining to her my dilemma.  I hadn’t told anyone about seeing her, not wanting to out her.  So, finally she conceded and met the girls, never having regretted it.  But, they knew everything.  They knew of our stolen moments.  They probably knew that I was a goner too. 

 “Yea, she called.”  I just smiled and said, “I am going to go freshen up and you know where the plates and chopsticks are.... help yourself.”  I winked at them and left the room.  My five minutes had passed and I had a surprise waiting.  I had no idea what it was, but I knew it would be a surprise. 

 I went up the stairs to my bedroom....but no Maria.  I then went to the guest bedroom and again, no Maria.  I finally saw a light on under the door in the restroom.  And, remembered her saying to meet her in there.  I had to be prepared.  I jetted back into my bedroom and ripped off my shirt, my bra and my jeans.  Clad only in a black thong, I ran back to the restroom, hoping the girls didn’t see me run by the stairway and entered.

 I gasped...”Oh My ...”  I muttered under my breath.  Maria was sitting on the edge of the tub in my leather jacket.  Nothing else, just the leather jacket.  It was open enough that I could see the cleavage, I dreamt about each night.  She looked at me and started to get up.  The water was running and bubbles were forming.  The room was lit with candles as well as the light.  I flipped the light switch off and let the candles illuminate our lair.  I stepped forward to where she was sitting and she slid her arms around my waist, laying her head on my stomach.  I held her to me.  I loved her so much and this was my favorite.  Her and I alone at last.  I didn’t know how much time we had left, but it looked like she didn’t care.  I moved her shoulders a smidgeon so I could kneel down and meet her; I had to kiss her.

 “I missed you so much, Maria.”  I kissed her softly, holding her face in my hands and restraining every shred of passion I had for her, kissing her ever so gently.  Her lips as soft as rose petals.  This I knew, because once after she had sent me roses, she took one and she tore a petal off, placed it on my lips, it felt just like hers.  Incredibly quickly, she had pushed me to the floor...off came the jacket....her hands on my breasts...her eyes gleaming.  Her hands went from my breasts to hers. 

 “Oh,  Maria.”  She wasn’t going to.....  Maria made me watch as she did to herself what I so badly wanted to do to her.  How unfair she was to make me watch and when I attempted to participate, she slapped my hand.  The look in her eyes telling me to back off babe.  She was straddling me, dripping on me and it was painful in the most wonderful way.  She was moaning now, very audible.  My mind didn’t immediately go to the girls’ mere rooms away, but rather, my body took over and responded shamelessly. She was moving on me, grinding her hips, while she dabbled.  The floor was cold, the tile beneath me feeling different all the sudden.  Maria was moaning and I was trying to be quiet so that I could hear her.  The floor beckoning to me in some manner.  I couldn’t close my eyes or I couldn’t see her.  She was moving so that her hand was pushing against my stomach.  She was almost there, when I started to scream.  In her delight at my screaming she became furious in her intent.  I was trying to quickly move, but as I tried to get up, she took her other hand from her breast and pushed me back down.  I couldn’t get up and the water from the bathtub was falling to the floor. 

 BANG.  BANG.  The thud of someone’s hand on the door was ringing in my ears, as Maria’s moaning became much louder.  I couldn’t get her to understand what was going on.

 “Hey.  You might wanna turn the bathtub off, it’s leaking down the vent into the living room.”  Mar’s voice was insistent.  And I could hear her and Sherry laughing their asses off as they stood outside the door.

 Maria finally figured out what was going on.  I was grabbing a towel from my penned in position and trying to throw it to the edge of the tub to catch some of the water.  Maria didn’t care.  She slid her finer to my lips, making me taste her.  Her other hand went under my thong and slid inside me.  “Oh Shit!!!!!!!!”  Maria grabbed the towel out of my hand and began mopping up as she worked her magic on me for all of two minutes.  I arched my back on the tile, my hair wet from the overflow of the tub. 

 “It’s okay girls.  We have it taken care of.  Thanks.”  Maria was talking to Mar and Sherry.

 “Okay.  We just wanted you to know.  Take your time, we are in no hurry, just watching a movie.  See ya when you get there.”  They were laughing hysterically.  All the sudden she took her fingers out.  I arched more, trying to find them again.  They were gone.   And, so was Maria.

 She got up, butt nekkid and slid into the tub.  She had to almost get in to turn off the water.  As she slid in water tumbled over the edge and she looked me slyly, wanting me to join her.  I got up and quickly hit the release button for the water and climbed in, not caring that water was once again, ruining my tile floor and probably my venting system.  I moved directly on Maria and went to work. 

 About a half-hour later, Maria and I emerged from the bathroom.  Clad in only towels, hair wet, we ran to the bedroom.  Maria jumped on the bed, enticing me to make love to her again.  She was so not shy.....  “Come make love to me again Shane.  I miss you so much.  I want you again.”  Her eyes lit up.  I couldn’t pass it up.

 I went to the side of the bed.  I grabbed her under her knees with both arms and slid her to the side of the mattress and immediately showed her how much I loved her.  This time she screamed loudly.  Not in time, but she did grab a pillow and try and cover her mouth as she shook, her body shuddering underneath me as I climbed up to kiss her, yanking the pillow away and replacing it with my lips.  I held her tightly, tears in my eyes.  I missed her so much.  I wanted this on a regular basis, and I knew it would end soon.  She always had a time limit.  I couldn’t help it, I cried.  We held each other, she grabbing me tightly and holding on while her body still reacted to my former touch.  She must have felt my tears on her shoulder, even though I tried to hide them.  Her hand went to my face, pulling me away enough she could touch my eyes.  I squeezed them shut.  I didn’t want her to know that I was crying. 

 “Shane, baby, what is wrong?”  She rolled us over so she could see me. I buried my head in her hair, it’s soft gentle sweetness holding me captive, hiding my feelings so that she didn’t know that I hurt without her, it wasn’t her fault.  “Honey, what’s wrong?”  I couldn’t answer.  I just couldn’t tell her.  I felt a tear drop on me, on my chest.  She was above me.  I opened my eyes.  She was crying with me...stroking my hair, holding me but watching too.
 “I am fine baby, promise.”  I said.  My hands caressing her, touching her cheek, stroking her lips, assuring her that I was fine.  She began to bawl.  Sobbing out loud.  She laid her head on my shoulder and we both cried.  Somehow we didn’t need words to tell each other that it was okay, yet it was hard.

   After awhile, we both stopped crying and just held each other.  I didn’t want to move for fear I would hear that she had to go.  But she made no attempt to leave.  Usually she would start stirring and have to get up and leave momentarily.  If I just didn’t think about it, maybe it wouldn’t happen.  I had been so tired this week; all I wanted was her to stay.  I had even made plans with the girls tonight so that I didn’t think about her.  I was so glad that she had called. 

 “Honey?”  Maria was speaking.  Here it came...she was going to leave.  “Honey?  Are you okay?”

 “Yea.  I am.”  I smiled at her.  I loved looking in her eyes after we made love.  She could barely keep them open it seemed.  They looked heavy and sultry, all for me.  “I am fine.”

 “Want to hear some good news?”  She moved more on top of me so that I could see her.  She was so beautiful, breathtaking.
 I nodded in affirmation.  “Yes, babe, I love when you talk to me.”  I supposed that she got at least another hour with me and we could eat dinner and play with the girls.  I was glad the girls were here, they understood.  They would make it not hurt so bad when she left.  I wouldn’t have to come back to an empty house after she had been her, her perfume still permeating the rooms.

 “I am here for the weekend.”  She was smiling brilliantly.

 “What?”  I moved so that I could see her to see if she was joking.

 “No, really, it’s true.  I didn’t want you to know.  I love it when you are so passionate, thinking we only have so much time.  But I get to stay til Monday morning.  What do you think?”  It was only Wednesday.  How was she going to pull that off?

 “How?”  I had barely gotten the word out before her lips were softly pursuing mine.  I couldn’t think.  I kissed her back.  Wait.... I had more than an hour, more than two...  I had almost five days.

 “I get five days?  With you?  Here?  Babe, are you sure?  Won’t that cause problems?   How?”  I trailed off; she was kissing me again, her hands running through my hair.  I heard my moan escape.  I couldn’t say no to this woman, ever.  After arousing me again, she finally stopped.  Not that I wanted her to, but she got up from the bed, dramatically pulling herself from me.  Laughing as she moved, she went to where her clothing was and started to pull on her Levi’s.

 “I lied.”  She was smiling again.  “I told my parents that I had a seminar in Oregon.  I gave them your 800 number for the pager.  They will never know that I didn’t leave town.  Shane, I just needed to think and I wanted to be with you.”  She had finished dressing, minus the bra, and moved to toss me my clothing.  She threw them on my face, teasing me.  I pulled my jeans on, kicking my feet up in the air, as she pinched my butt.  I was laughing, wiggling around trying to get away from her.  Finally dressed, we kissed one last time, longingly, and headed, hand-in-hand, downstairs.