The Hardest Part Is Letting Go Of Your Dreams

We sit in silence for a few minutes before Frank reaches out across the table towards me and I slide my hands back and down into my lap. He freezes before pulling his hands back again and I meet his gaze, daring him to speak first. He continues to just stare at me and I stand up, sliding my chair back loudly before saying "Well as enlightening as this was I have work to do" and I take a step away from the table but Frank reaches out and grabs my wrist stopping me. When I turn back to look at him he has tears in his eyes and he chokes out "I'm sorry. And I know that doesn't cut it and I know what I did to you was unforgivable and I know I don't deserve you or your forgiveness but I'm so fucking sorry Gee and I don't even know how to begin making this up to you." I feel my heart break a little with the tears that stream down his cheeks and before I can stop myself I take a step towards him and wrap my arms around him. Frank buries his face in my chest as he sobs and I hold him, unsure how we even got into this situation. When he stops crying I pull away and say "I really need to get back to work now" and Frank nods and wipes his eyes. "Yeah, you only have half an hour left right? I'll wait for you and we can walk home together." I shrug my
shoulders and say "If you want to" before turning away and going back behind the counter. Frank leaves the store and I sigh in relief.
The next half hour passes too quickly for my liking and when I look out the front window I see Frank out there, huddled in his jacket and I feel bad that he is freezing himself waiting for me. I hurry to pull my jacket on and wave goodbye to William as I make my way out the door to see Frank shivering and holding a bag full of my favourite Indian take out. I smile a little before approaching him and I reach out and take his free hand in mine and he smiles wide and says "Oh baby you're so warm" before huddling into my side and we start the walk home.

A week passes and things slowly go back to normal with the exclusion of sex. I am still not comfortable enough to try it again yet and Frank knows not to push it. I get up one morning and I feel terrible, my head aches and my nose won't stop running. Frank takes one look at me and tells me to stay in bed and he calls the coffee shop and tells them I have the flu and can't work. He comes back into the bedroom and lays an extra blanket over me to keep me warm before giving me
some flu tablets and a big cup of tea and kisses my forehead, telling me he's leaving for work. I sleep most of the day away and when Frank comes home he makes me soup and gives me more pills. The next few days pass the same way, I stay in bed feeling terrible and Frank goes to work to pay our bills. Four days after I first woke up sick I feel much better and I spend the day laying around the apartment flipping through tv channels and actually looking forward to Frank coming home. I feel increasingly horny as the day goes on and by the time
Frank comes home I rush to the door and as he closes it I shove him against it and slide my tongue into his mouth, tugging at his shirt and pressing my body against his. Frank braces his hands against my chest, lighting pushing me before saying "Gee are you sure?" I nod and he smiles before launching himself on me and we fall to the living room floor together just infront of the front door and we roll around, kissing and tearing each other's clothes off until I'm pinned beneath Frank and he slowly pushes his way inside me. Once I've adjusted he works up a faster pace and I groan out, scratching my fingers against the floor looking for something to hold onto. All of a sudden Frank pulls out and flips me over on my hands and knees before sliding back inside me and I scream out in pleasure as he drives straight into my prostate and he continues to work that spot, reducing me to a shivering moaning mess. When his hand reaches around and grabs my
dick I thrust into his fist a few times before I let it go and cum hard, making a huge puddle on the floor and then slumping down. Frank wraps his arm around me and keeps me up as he drives into me a few more times before he shudders and cums. When we pull apart I flop onto the floor beside the mess I made and catch my breath as Frank flops beside me with a huge smile on his face, saying "Fuck I've missed that babe" and I roll my head to look at him before I smile back and lean over to kiss him, feeling fully like myself again.

Notes