I took my camera and got several pictures of Sue against a back drop of mountains, caverns, and the Illinois river.

It had been a full day and was getting dark by the time I walked Sue to her car. We discussed our schedule and the next time we could get together. The following week-end I had my girls both Saturday and Sunday so we set up a tentative meeting in two weeks. She unlocked her door then turned to say good-bye. I was about to extend my hand to shake hers when she reached up, put her left hand around my neck and gently pulled my head down giving me a tender kiss on the lips. 

To say I was shocked is probably and major understatement. She smiled.

"I really did enjoy myself today," she said in a rather seductive voice, "I’ll be looking forward to our next meeting."

With that she opened her car door and with in moments was headed out the parking lot exit.

I’m not sure how long I stood there wondering what just happened but I know the night air was getting cold. 

The following week-end I spent with Amy and Marsha. There was absolutely nothing more precious to me than the time I spent with them. When I brought them home they told me they both had planes for the next Saturday and Sunday. Diane suggested I come over for dinner again one night during the week so I could still spend some time with them. I gratefully accepted. 

The following week Sue and I talked several times over the phone and decided I would drive to Fayette Saturday morning to work on the book at her place. 	

On the way down my mind kept going back to the kiss in the parking lot. I really didn’t know how to take it. Was she showing me she was interested or was it just her way. Hell, I’d only known her a day, how the heck am I supposed to know. 

Whatever her intensions, I thought, I am not jumping into anything. My score with women so far was women-3, Dan-0. Of course to be fair, that wasn’t really the case. I had some wonderful years with Diane and two great kids. I regretted the loss and the pain but I sure didn’t regret the marriage. Those early years were the best years of my life and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Cathy was just a fling for a few months. I knew going into that relationship it was temporary. Other than great sex, there was no real emotion there. 

Eileen, however, got to me. I know I never loved her as much as I loved Diane, but I did love her. 

I pulled into a nice looking apartment complex, found the sticker with Sue’s name on it, and rung the bell. The apartment was very nice with skylights in the bedroom and the kitchen. There was also a wonderfully large balcony that stretched from the living room to her bedroom. 

Except for going out for lunch we spent most of the day there going over some of the poetry she had written using several of my photos for inspiration. 

Once again I was amazed with her command of the English language. As I read each poem I realized the book was not going to take as long to put together as I had thought. In fact, we could probably send in what we had. 

Much to my disappointment, by five-thirty in the evening we were done. We had the entire book designed, organized, and all packed up and ready to go. What I thought might be a month long project wound up taking two days. 

"Wow," said Sue, "that didn’t take us very long at all, did it?" Sue also sounded as if she was hoping it might take longer as well. 

"I’ll tell you what," she continued, "you have a long drive home. How about staying for dinner? Do you like pork chops?"

"Yeah, I like pork chops fine," I said, "but I don’t want to put you out, are you sure you have enough?"

"To tell you the truth, I planned on making you dinner so I bought extra," she said. 

After dinner we sat and talked over a couple glasses of wine. She told me she was divorced but didn’t go into the reasons and I didn’t pry. She talked about her job as a counselor and I could tell by the way she spoke that she loved her job. 

I guess she thought she had talked about herself enough and started asking questions of me. Apparently I wasn’t all that forthcoming because she started to call me the strong, silent type. Just about the time when I decide I should get going she asked one more question.

"So, what do you have planned tomorrow when you go home?" she asked.

"Am I?"

"You are what?" 

"Am I going home tomorrow?" I asked a little shocked. 

"You’re welcome to spend the night here if you’d like," she said. 

It hadn’t been long ago when I was wondering what I would do in a situation like this. I would never again give my heart to a woman as freely as I had in the past. In that guarded frame of mind, I wondered, would I even be able to make love to another woman, or at least have passionate sex? 

I reached down, took a hold of Sue’s legs and swung them up on the couch. In a second I had her slacks unbuttoned, the zipper down, and was pulling them off her legs. 

"Oh God," squealed Sue with a big grin on her face. 

I took each side of her white cotton panties and slid them down and off. I could already tell from the wonderful scent that she was ready. I put my tongue into the crevice of her sweet smelling pussy. With-in moments her body was twisting and turning. I pushed my hands under her sweater and found two hard nipples unobstructed by a bra. 

She screamed as I worked her breasts, then started bucking with her hips so hard I reached under her legs and held them apart as I continued to drive her wild licking and sucking her clit. 

Sue threw both arms over her head and held them there as her body tensed in the throes of an orgasm. 

"Oh, wait, wait," she said, as she tried to stabilize her breathing and calm herself down for another round. 

I took the opportunity to get undressed. Sue eye’s went right to my rock hard cock as it popped from my jockey shorts and stood at attention. 

"Let’s do this in bed," she said. 

The next morning I woke up with Sue pressed against me and her arm laying across my chest. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasure of waking up in the morning with a woman in my arms. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until that moment. 

I felt Sue’s body start to move. She rubbed my chest and nestled her head into my shoulder. I looked down at her just as she looked up at me. She had the look of contentment in her eyes and a broad smile across her face. I felt her hand start to move down. It took only a few seconds for her dexterous fingers to have me hard. 

She scooted down then sat on top of me guiding my shaft into her. She leaned forward with both hands on my chest, closed her eyes and started to rock her hips back and forth. She deftly clamped her pussy around me and with-in minutes had us both exploding together in ecstasy. 

Evidently we both needed a night of passion. We laid in each other’s arms and cuddled. To exhausted to get up yet, we talked and told each other how good the sex was. That’s when I learned how my sex education would be further enhanced. 

"Dan," she said in a tiny little seductive voice, "how open are you when it comes to sex?"

I had no real idea how to answer that. I’d never been asked that before so I had to think a minute before answering. 

"Ah, I’m not really sure, why? What did you have in mind?" I asked. 

"You’re going to think I’m terrible," she said.

"No I won’t. I can’t promise you I’d be interested but I would never think less of someone for liking kinky sex."

Without any further explanation she just came right out with it. "I like to be tied up," she said, "tied up and spanked, sometimes whipped."

I had to admit, I did not see that coming. She worked at a college, was a counselor, wrote beautiful poetry…and she was into BDSM? 

She caught me totally by surprise and I guess I took awhile before saying anything.

"See," she said, "I knew you’d think I was a freak!"

"No, no I don’t think that at all. You just surprised me a little, that’s all. I have to admit, I’ve never done anything like that and to tell you the truth, I really don’t think I could raise my hand to any woman let alone take a whip to her. I love women, I respect women, I just don’t think I could do it."

"Would you do me a favor?" she asked. "Would you think about it, please. I’d really like to see you again. I’m hoping you’ll come back down and spend the entire week-end. If you don’t want to try the bondage that’s fine, we’ll still have great sex just like we did last night, but I love the feeling that being tied up gives me."

"Well, let me think about it," I said, not really considering it. "I have the girls next week-end again so I wouldn’t be able to come down for another two weeks." 

"I can wait, I really like you, Dan. I know we live kind of far from each other but I’d like to start a relationship with you. Don’t say anything now, please. Just think about it."

I promised I would think about the bondage and starting a relationship but didn’t really mean it. Hell, it was a two and half hour drive from my place to hers and this bondage thing, I doubted very much I could get into that. 

We finally got out of bed. She invited me to take a shower with her. That was always the most fun way I knew to get clean. I didn’t hesitate. 

After the fun filled shower where we both got one another off again, Sue fixed me breakfast. It was almost noon by the time I got on the road back to my place. 

There is one good thing about a two and a half hour drive, it gives you ample time to think and reflect. In spite of saying I would think about things, when I left Sue’s apartment I had no real intention of going back. Then it hit me, what the hell else did I have to do with my week-ends. In fact, this might be the perfect relationship. The sex is fantastic and the distance would certainly keep me anchored in knowing there was no way I could fall in love with her. Now, I thought, if I can only get around this bondage thing.

I decided to look up some bondage websites and blogs from my computer at work. I would at least see what it was all about. The more I read the more the idea started to appeal to me. 

I called Sue a little later in the week and told her I had the kids this coming week-end but, if she still wanted me, I could drive down the following Saturday morning. 

We talked over the phone a few more times so by the time I got to her apartment that Saturday we both knew a lot more about the other. We seemed to like the same movies, the same music, and the same kind of jokes. When I got to her door she greeted me with a big passionate kiss. 

We went out for brunch and talked for awhile but I could tell she was anxious, I was guessing she couldn’t wait to start our games. 

I guess I was right because as soon as we walked back into her apartment she literally attacked me. She started frantically undoing the buttons of my shirt and didn’t even finish before going for my belt. 

I stopped her and grabbed her wrists. I pushed her arms behind her back and held them there while I kissed her, hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth and forcing it to mingle with hers. I leaned in close to her ear and told her not to move a muscle then blindfolded her with a woman’s silk scarf I had brought with me. I again held her hands behind her back with one hand. I could see her breasts as they heaved up and down dramatically. I undid her blouse with my other hand and maneuvered her top off her shoulders. I took another silk scarf and tied her hands in front of her. 

I picked her up and laid her on the bed then raised her hands over her head and tied them to the headboard. I opened the front clasp bra and let it lay to either side of her. I moved down to the short skirt and unzipped the side. 

As I slowly uncovered her hips I discovered, not the white cotton panties as before, but a very small black silk panty with fine lace embroidered around the edges. Her thigh high stockings were held up with a garter belt matching the panties. She had prepared for this moment, that’s for sure. 

"Oh God, oh God," she breathlessly started to mumble as I slowly slid the small silk fabric down the soft skin of her legs. Her breathing was becoming even more ragged as I separated her nylon clad legs and tied each ankle to the corner of the bed forcing the moist, warm lips of her pussy to part giving me full access to her inner most pleasures. 

I knew from my reading that the blindfold would heighten her sense and the restraints would allow her the unbridled freedom to enjoy every moment. 

As I stood there I felt an incredible sense of intimacy. I also felt my cock pushing against the front of my trousers harder than it ever had. Realizing the trust between the two of us at that moment had me incredibly aroused. I removed my own clothes. I reached into my overnight case and took out the rabbit fur glove I had bought for one purpose. 

Seconds after lightly brushing it over Sue’s breasts she started to scream and thrash around going into an uncontrollable orgasm. Her body bucked and twisted and her head went rapidly from side to side. 

I don’t know that I had ever seen anyone cum so hard. I felt my own feelings swell with pride knowing I had given her so much pleasure. 

"Untie me, untie me," she screamed, "untie me and fuck me, fuck me, please, I need you now, oh my God I need you."

My cock was so hard it physically hurt from straining the skin. As soon as I undid her bindings Sue grabbed my cock and frantically shoved it into her hot pussy clamping her legs around my waist as I began to push into her with all my might. 

I felt her fingers dig deep ridges into my back as I fucked her with an animalistic like passion. I groaned as I felt every once of strength burst from my dick and mix with the juices erupting from Sue. I arched my back as every muscle in my body tightened and I could feel Sue magic pussy still pushing up and milking every drop. 

I collapsed on the pillow beside Sue and wondered how many more orgasms like that my heart could take. 

Sue was still mumbling, "my God, my God. 

It took several minutes before our breathing returned to any kind of rhythm. Sue kissed me all over my face and neck. "Wow," she said, "for someone who wasn’t into bondage at all, you sure did good." 

We continued our bondage games for the rest of the afternoon and well into the night. She even convinced me to spank her while she laid helplessly across my lap with her hands tied behind her back. 

Finally we were both so exhausted neither of could hardly move anymore. We had completely lost track of time until Sue looked at the clock on her night stand and announced it was eleven o’clock in the evening and we hadn’t had dinner yet. Thank goodness for Denny’s, their everywhere. 

When we got back we cuddled in each other’s arms and fell into a deep, restful sleep. 

Sunday we did the things a lot of couples did. We went out for breakfast then some antique shopping. Later in the day we love the conventional way. 

At the end of the day I found myself hating to leave. I had to be careful, I thought to myself, I could wind up falling for this girl and that’s the last thing I want to do again. 

Several weeks went by. A cold snowing winter was yielding to a cold rainy spring. I had spent quite a few week-ends with Sue and I was enjoying the hell out of my new perverted kinky bondage games. 

It was the middle of the week. A cold rain was tapping the glass sliding doors leading to the balcony of my condo as I slipped under the covers preparing for a good night’s sleep. I would be spending that Sunday with the kids and was still trying to make up my mind if I wanted to make the long drive to and from Fayette to spend just a few hours with Sue.

 As my mind was drifting off in that twilight stage just before sleep, a ringing noise was forcing me from my intended slumber. What the hell, I thought, it’s the phone ringing. It was almost midnight, that could only mean an emergency. No one would call me for any other reason at this hour. 

I jumped from my bed and ran to phone picking it quickly and immediately letting whoever was on the only end of the line I was there.

"Hello, hello," I answered, my voice obviously depicting my stress. I could hear someone crying faintly but could not make out who it was. "Hello, please who is this, what’s wrong, hello." I was now panicking. All I could think of was something had happened to either Diane or the kids. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard Sue’s shaky voice. "Dan," she said between sniffles. 

"Sue, what’s wrong?" 

There was a brief moment of silence while she tried to compose herself. "Dan, I found a lump in my breast," her voice was fraught with emotion. "I called my doctor and she wants me to come into the hospital this Saturday morning for a biopsy."

I didn’t know what to say. What can you say. "Sue, don’t think the worst, not yet. Just because you found a lump doesn’t mean it’s cancerous. You know that. You’ve got yourself all worked up and you don’t know anything for sure yet."

Again there was a brief pause. "I know," she said, "but what if it is cancer, what will I do Dan, what will I do?"

"You’ll deal with it," I said, "you’re a strong, intelligent, successful woman, you’ll deal with it." I tried to keep my own voice strong and confident hoping some of it would rub off on her.

"Thanks Dan, I wish you could be here with me," she said. 

"Honey I’m sorry, I’d never make it there. I’m too tired to make that drive." 

"I know," she said sadly. "Do you think you could do me a favor though?" she didn’t wait for my response. "My doctor said I should have a loved one take me in for the procedure, do you think you could take me?"

The term, loved one, didn’t escape me, even as tired as I was. As determined as I was not to fall in love with Sue, I had to admit I had strong feelings for her but it would be a long time before I allowed myself to fall in love again, with anyone. Of course I agreed to take Sue in for the biopsy. 

That morning I did my best to assure Sue everything would be alright. I left Sue in pre-op and talked to her doctor. It took only about half an hour for the actual procedure but they had her in recovery for another two hours just to make sure there were no complications from the anesthetic.

I stayed with Sue most of the day. We cuddled on the couch and watched old movies on cable. I made lunch and then dinner later in the day. Sue called a girl friend who came and spent the night with her. The next day I had my girls but I called Sue a couple times to make sure everything was okay. She seemed a little depressed but physically she felt fine. Later in the week she called with the news. She didn’t have to tell me the outcome, I could tell by her voice. The lump was benign. 

Sometimes it takes a something like that to shock you into reality. As I hung up the phone I realized the reality was that my feelings for Sue were a lot stronger than I was willing to admit. Could I really take another chance? Could Sue be one of those great women that Bev was always talking about?

A couple weeks later I was scheduled to spend the entire week-end with Sue. We talked about me coming down Friday night instead of Saturday morning. I was apprehensive because of the long drive that late at night but thought it would give us an extra night together so I agreed.

By the time I pulled into the parking lot of Sue’s apartment complex I could barely see straight I was so tired. Sue greeted me at the door with a big kiss as usual. It wasn’t difficult to see she was primed and ready for action. The problem was I was not. I was totally exhausted. I got undressed and almost melted into the mattress. As Sue’s naked body pressed against mine I suggested we cuddle and get some sleep. That’s when all hell broke loose!

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I’VE BEEN WAITING ALL DAY TO GET FUCKED AND YOU’RE TOO FUCKING TIRED? FUCK YOU!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as she ripped the top blanket off the bed and stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room. 

I couldn’t believe what just happened. I was so tired, for a second I thought I was dreaming. I got up and walked into the living room where I saw Sue laying on the couch with the blanket over her.

"What the hell is this all about?" I asked. "I told you over the phone I didn’t even want to come down tonight because I was so tired. I thought we could just spend a relaxing night curled up in each other’s arms." 

"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU! JUST GO TO BED, IN THE MORNING YOU GET THE FUCK OUT AND GO HOME!"

She was still screaming at me. I walked back in the bedroom, got dressed, grabbed my bag, and walked through the living room headed for the door.

Sue saw me and jumped up from the couch and rushing to get to the door before me. She put her back to the door and leaned against it blocking my path.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?" she spat.

"I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you tonight but I’m not staying here. I’ll find a motel for the night," I said. "And you’d better lower your voice or you’re going to have the neighbors calling the cops, if they already haven’t."

With that she lowered her voice but was still speaking irrationally. "You’re not going anywhere."

I reached to move her out of my way.

"DON’T YOU TOUCH ME!" she screamed again.

I reached for the doorknob and forced the door open. I was in the hall when Sue came running out completely nude and screaming at me to get back inside. I grabbed her wrist as she tried to hit me in the face. 

I couldn’t understand what was going on. We had seen one another a couple times a month for the last eight months. She had been a sweet, loving and caring person. I decided leaving her alone in this state of mind wasn’t the responsible thing to so I pulled her back into the apartment with me. I tried to talk to her but she simply laid back down on the couch. I finally gave up, went back into the bedroom and laid down with my clothes on. I kept one eye open as I tried to get some sleep. 

The next morning I was the first one up. I went to the kitchen and started making us some breakfast. I heard her get up and walk to the bathroom without saying a word. When she came back she had a robe on and looked as if she was still aggravated. 

I brought our breakfast out and set both plates on the table.

"I was really disappointed with you last night," she said. "I’d been looking forward to having sex all day."

"Being disappointed over not having sex gave you absolutely no right to go yell and scream at me like you did last night," I said sternly. 

She didn’t say anything. It looked like she was still spitting fire. 

"You actually tried to hit me last night. You screamed at me at the top of your lungs and came running after me in the hall while you were stark naked. That is not normal behavior Sue, not even for someone who was disappointed over not getting sex." 

I waited for some kind of response but got nothing. When she finished with breakfast she went back into the bathroom. In a minute I heard the shower. 

I walked into the bedroom, picked up my suitcase and left. For the next week I hoped she would call me with some kind of explanation but she never did. After two weeks I gave up thinking I would hear from her at all. 

From everything I read my guess was she was suffering from bipolar disorder, but I never knew for sure. I never heard from her again, not even when the first copies of our new book were delivered.

Even though I was determined not to, I still let Sue into my heart, at least a little. I don’t know if you’d say it was broken again, but it was at least a little dented.

Soon it would be time for another Chicago winter. Once again I sat in my favorite chair and stared out the dark window into the cold abyss. This was the last straw I told myself. I will devote the rest of my life to my daughters and to my work, the two things in my life that have never let me down. 

Just before getting ready for bed I had one more thought…

Maybe I’ll get a dog.

Epilogue;

Time past as it always does. Amy and Marsha both grew into fine, beautiful young ladies. In college Amy met a great guy and got married. Marsha received her master’s degree in music and became the music teacher in the same high school from where she graduated. 

As digital photography took over the industry more and more, Dan found it harder to compete with the larger studios and all their graphic arts capabilities. One day Dan had decided he’d had enough and closed the studio for good. Still needing a creative outlet, Dan picked up some paint brushes for the first time since college and became a respected watercolor artist. Today he paints, plays a lot of golf, and spends the week-ends with his two grand children.

Diane continued to live in celibacy and kept her promise about devoting her life to the girls. She and Dan have always kept in contact and still see each other on holidays and at family functions. March first is their wedding anniversary and, although they haven’t celebrated it for twenty five years, Dan was thinking of sending her a dozen roses on that date just to see what she would say.

Author’s note;

Since I wrote the first chapter there has been much speculation as to how it would end. I know most of you were pulling for Diane and Dan to get back together. This time there will be no sequel, no fifth chapter. I have to stay true to the story because this time…the story is true.

Thank you again for taking the time to read, "The night that was." I hope every one of you enjoyed it and as always, I really appreciate the feedback.

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