Fantasy One Wish

Arousal, need, had taken over from sensibility. Keith already knew her next move, and when she took it, he allowed it. Pent up long neglected desires chased away all reason. As Diane's hands released the catch on his belt, deftly locating the zipper on his slacks, drawing it down, he shifted so as to accommodate her more easily. He found himself nipping at the taut hard marble beneath the material of her brassiere as she reached inside his pants. Moments later he felt the coolness of her hand surround the heat of his flesh, drawing him out. Almost reluctantly, she pushed him back towards his side of the car, forcing him to relinquish her breasts.

"Just like old times!" she said just before leaning over him. "Keep an eye out," she cautioned, in that same giddy excitement she'd once shown him before.

Nervously, Keith panned about the parking area seeking any sound, any sign of movement though it was damn near impossible not to close his eyes as Diane's mouth and lips began to work magic upon his aching need. Once again his hands closed over the fullness of her exquisite breasts, kneading them gingerly like a contented cat, hearing the softness of her own pleasured sigh as she mouthed him softly, yet tenderly purring in her own way.

Sure, he had masturbated on more than one occasion, but that had been a matter of stress relief more than anything else. This was pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure that he was experiencing now, and knew full well that because of it, he wouldn't last at all long either. Nor, as he knew, was he expected to. One thing Diane had always gotten a charge out of, was exciting him well beyond his ability to control it, just as she was doing now.

The sound of the elevator doors opening at the far end of the row they were on alerted him to the fact that someone had finally entered the parking area.

"Diane! Diane! I think someone's coming," he whispered, fighting the urge of ecstasy that was already threatening to rob him of whatever sanity remained.

"Just keep watching," she warned him, mouthing his stiffness without even missing a beat as she spoke.

Keith could already feel the pull of pleasure as it began to course through his soul, the sound of heels clicking on the bare cement of the parking enclosures surface no more than a dozen or so yards away now, and worse...sounding ever closer as whoever it was, though obviously female, continued her approach.

"Diane? Oh God! Diane?" Keith moaned, already too late as his liquid pleasure erupted even as the sound of clicking heels grew nearer and nearer to their location. About all he could do was attempt to slither even further down in his seat than he was, and hope that by doing so, whoever it was would walk past them, unaware they were even there. Or if made aware, would scurry past in some effort to further distance herself from what would then be so obviously taking place.

Keith gambled, turning his head to one side slightly peering back and over the headrest as the sound of footsteps crossed the isle of the parking terrace directly behind them. The last of his mind-numbing pulsations only then calming, though Diane's mouth continued to strum the instrument of his passion well beyond the songs ending.

"Oh my God!" Keith stammered out a bit more loudly than he'd intended. He heard Diane giggle, only then releasing him to sit up slightly, searching out the same sound of passing heels that he'd been listening to.

"That good huh?" she said smiling with a wicked gleam in her eye. But Keith had hardly noticed that, slipping down even further into his seat if that were possible for him to do. It was the same woman he'd collided into when he'd first attempted to duck his eventual discovery by Diane. They both watched as she slipped her key into the lock of her car door almost directly behind them. The sound of the car door opening, closing, followed closely by the start of the engine before putting it into gear, backing out, and soon driving away.

"That was close," Diane said no longer worried of being overheard. "Exciting too wasn't it?" she asked him.

"Ah yeah, it was," Keith replied, then continued somewhat sheepishly. "Listen, Diane, I really do need to head back to work. I'm way late already!" he lied. Truth was, Keith wasn't expected back to work at all the rest of the day. But at this point, he'd rather show back up at the office rather than continue sitting here with Diane at the moment anyway.

"Ok, but now you really do owe me one," she stated suggestively. "So, I expect a phone call soon too then. You still have my number yes?"

Keith nodded that he did. They quickly straightened themselves up, then Diane drove Keith back to his office dropping him off in front. "Soon?" she asked once again. And again Keith nodded his head, promising to call her, though inwardly, not sure that he really would.

Keith made some pretense of entering the building, ensuring that Diane had indeed driven off before re-exiting, heading towards the adjacent parking lot where his car was parked.

He was headed back to the convention center.

Quickly locating the booth where he had inadvertently run into her, he spotted another woman currently manning that exhibit.

"Excuse me, but do you work here?" Keith asked.

The shorthaired brunette smiled in greeting. "Yes I do. Are you interested in our line of products?" she asked enthusiastically.

Keith returned the brief smile. "As a matter of fact, I was here a while ago, but was working with another woman." Keith gave 'Cindy' as the name badge over her pocket identified her, a brief general description of the woman he'd nearly run over. Her warm friendly smile didn't exactly disappear, but with the expression on her face changing, Keith assumed that whatever sales were made, were based on commission. Obviously Cindy wasn't going to be the one to make any money off any purchases or commitments Keith made. She did however offer a name up. After all, a sale was a sale even if it went into someone else's pocket.

"You must mean Jo," she said simply. She's the only other woman besides myself working the convention. Jo and Steve are working the day time hours, I'm here covering the late afternoon early evening shift," she explained.

"Oh I see, so she'll be back tomorrow then?" he asked. At the mention of her name, Keith had felt a tightness seize his chest. Though he'd never really had a pet name for Joanne, he had frequently used a shorter version of her name whenever he'd affectionately addressed her. Coincidence perhaps? After all, the only thing about her that had honestly reminded him of Joanne had been her eyes. True, she was roughly the same height, but even that could change with time. Added to that, the rest of her face certainly didn't look exactly like the way he remembered Joanne's either. Though as he thought about it, there were subtle similarities, perhaps more than merely just the color and shape of her eyes.

"Should be here shortly around the time the doors open, about nine. Would you like me to tell her you came by?" Cindy inquired.

"Actually, I'm not sure I've really made my mind up yet," Keith tossed at her. "Just had one or two more questions for Jo regarding any price breaks based on quantity," he adlibbed. "If I get a chance, I'll see about swinging by sometime tomorrow then."

Keith thanked her, turned and began to walk away. He stopped suddenly facing Cindy, "By the way, what is Jo's last name? If I might ask," he stated almost apologetically. "She told me, but I've already forgotten it," he added.

"Jo Carlson," Cindy said smiling once again. Keith thought she was perhaps about to ask him his, but he turned quickly, briskly walking away before she could think to do so.

"Carlson," Keith wondered. That certainly hadn't been her last name, though he supposed she could be married by now, which would explain that of course. "Idiot!" Keith chastised himself aloud as he exited the building. "Just because she looked like her a little, even had a similar first name, doesn't mean it's the same woman I once knew. And besides," he said arguing with himself, "Unless Joanne's been reincarnated, its not very damn likely that was actually her!"

Lucy was slightly upset when Keith informed her that he needed to go back to the office show himself. He promised that he wouldn't be gone long however, and upon his return so someone would be in the office, she could go. That mollified her for the most part, to which Keith was glad, hurriedly setting off to see if he could spot Jo, observing her for a time without her aware of his doing so.

Much to his chagrin, Keith arrived shortly after the shows second day opening, waiting patiently for Jo's arrival. Instead, he saw the same woman he'd seen the previous evening. Once he'd waited sufficiently long enough, he meandered towards the booth.

"Hi Cindy? Remember me?" he asked upon his approach, extending his hand in familiar greeting.

It took her a moment, and then she did. "Yes, you were here yesterday asking for Jo."

"Is she here?"

"No, sorry. Actually, she called in sick today. Which is why I'm here instead of her. By the way, I told her someone had come in to see her, but she didn't remember speaking to anyone fitting your description. You sure it was Jo that you spoke to?" Cindy questioned curiously.

"Pretty sure," Keith hesitated. "Do you know if she'll be in tomorrow?"

"Probably not if she's as sick as she says she is. Jo is hardly ever off work, so for her to actually call in and miss this, she has to be on deaths doorstep!"

"Ok, well...thanks," Keith said dejectedly, swiping one of the business cards off the desk before turning to leave. The address of the business was clear across town. Being there was no point in driving over there, especially if Jo was staying home sick, about all Keith could do was sit it out over the weekend, especially once the show was over, then drop by their offices on some pretense of actually finalizing a business deal. With luck, he might bump into her there and settle this once and for all.

The first thing Keith noticed upon arriving home was that he had a message waiting for him on his answering machine.

"Hi Keith. Wasn't sure you'd actually call me back, so I thought I'd call you instead. If you're not doing anything tonight, why don't you call me? I'm fixing a simple little dinner, thought you might like to join me at my place."

Diane left her phone number ensuring that Keith had no excuse not to call, even if it was to say he wasn't coming. Tossing his jacket across the back of the couch, Keith stared at the phone wondering if he should call her, or more importantly, if he should simply give in to his urges. He liked Diane, but he wasn't in love with her. The sex had always been good between them, he couldn't deny that. And after this afternoon's wild little episode in the front seat of her car, Keith admittedly had enjoyed it, even though he wasn't really interested in getting into another long term relationship with her that wasn't going anywhere.

With nothing but a long boring evening sitting in front of the TV set with a less than satisfactory TV dinner, Keith picked up the phone and called her. Once given directions to her new apartment, Keith showered, then headed to the store to pick up a bottle of wine to bring with him. He arrived on time stepping onto the elevator, which would take him up to her floor in a fairly expensive complex that reminded him more of a swanky hotel as opposed to a condominium or apartment building. The doors had just begun closing when he heard someone calling out.

"Hold the doors please if you would?"

Keith automatically reached over pushing the 'door-hold' button, watching them begin to reopen. As they did, Jo stepped into the elevator. It took a long moment for Keith's face to register on her, the doors already closing.

The look on her face was one of surprise, immediately followed by one that appeared almost angry.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Joanne?"

For a split second, Keith saw a profound sadness cross her face, her eyes becoming watery, then just as quickly, the anger returned, even more than it had been.

"Like I said, why are you here?" she asked him again in a much sterner tone of voice.

"It IS you isn't it?" Keith had felt an eerie, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, up until this very moment, he hadn't been sure. Too much to hope for, the reality just too bizarre to actually discover Joanne wasn't dead, but alive. Keith felt his legs weaken, becoming dizzy as he reached out towards the wall of the elevator to steady himself. Even his vision blurred as he tried to focus on Joanne's face, her expression turning to one of confusion.

"Keith?" she finally addressed him, confirming his reality check. "Keith? You ok? What's wrong?" she asked actually alarmed.

He felt the bottle of wine slip from his fingers, all but exploding on the floor of the elevator as he swam through sea of nausea fighting very hard not to sick up. The doors to the elevator opened, and to his surprise, Joanne reached over throwing one of his arms about her shoulders as she leaned into him, half dragging him out.

By the time she reached the door of her apartment she was crying, Keith on the other hand was regaining his own sense of self, no longer needing or requiring her support. By the time Joanne had inserted her key, pushing the door open, their roles were almost reversed with Keith now taking her arm, escorting her inside.

"I think we need to talk," he told her leading her over towards the couch where she unceremoniously collapsed. When she did, Keith noticed for the first time her artificial leg. "All these years, I thought you were dead," he said in a tone of voice that emphasized his shock and bewilderment. "Why Joanne? Why?" he questioned her, the pain of her loss suddenly flooding him emotionally all over again. Yet, here she was, sitting before him alive and well, though obviously the accident had been severe enough that she'd undergone some fairly extensive plastic surgery, not to mention the obvious loss of her leg.

"Why? Why did you desert me?" she asked. "Especially when I needed you the most!"

"I didn't," he said simply. "Your mother wrote me, informing me of your death. She even called my parents, telling them the very same thing. I couldn't get leave to come home for your funeral, and long afterwards, when I tried to locate your parents, they had moved."

Realization suddenly began to dawn on her. "Oh my God! Keith! My mother!" she exclaimed in horror. "After the accident, after they took me back home to recuperate, while I was doing so in a coma for the most part for a long time, the stress of it all..."

"Yes?" Keith urged her to continue as Joanne fought for someway to better organize her thoughts.

"My parents, they separated. My father couldn't deal with the situation any more, he'd always been at odds with my mother anyway. And she blamed him for what had happened, for allowing me to move out of the house, even though I'd moved in with my brother. She'd always been over protective of me, something that had caused many fights to occur between them over the years. By the time I'd actually begun to recover, beginning therapy, my parents were legally divorced. Even my memory wasn't as good as it should have been, too many missing pieces. When she told me that you'd fled in horror at seeing my condition, telling her that you couldn't take on the responsibility of sharing a life with someone so disfigured, partially crippled, I grew to hate you. Despise you!"

Listening to her talk, the pain, suffering she'd gone through during her long recovery after the accident, including countless reconstructive surgeries, Keith began to slowly understand her long built up animosity towards him. He also realized she held many of those same feelings towards her father, which is why she'd taken on her mothers maiden name, just as Beth had. Once Joanne was well enough, she'd moved out to the west coast to build a new life for herself. She'd landed a lucrative job in sales, finally putting her past behind her. Until fate had so cruelly caused Keith to stumble into her at the show.

"It wasn't just fate that brought the two of us here, to this place, to this time Joanne. It was destiny. All these years I've been searching for you, without really knowing that I was. Everywhere I looked, I looked for you, even though I knew, or at least thought I knew, you were dead. Every relationship I've ever been in, or attempted to be in felt wrong. Everywhere I turned, I saw you, or bits of you in other people I came to know or work with. I've been wandering around aimlessly searching for you Joanne. And now that I've found you again, I can't ever let you go!"

"But I don't really look the same way I once did Keith. So much of me, has changed, is different. There is very little of me that hasn't been replaced, or removed all together," she added turning away from him.

Keith sat down on the couch next to her, taking her chin within his hands, turning her face back around towards him as he spoke.

"It's not the package I fell in love with Joanne. But the person inside. That person is still you. Sure, you look a little different here and there, but the moment I saw your eyes, I somehow knew it was you. And besides, you don't look all that much different to me anyway, you're just as beautiful to me now as you were then."

Before she could respond to what he'd said, or react to what he now did, Keith rushed her taking her face within his hands, pressing his lips to hers in both a tentative, yet lingering kiss. Patiently, he waited, wondering and hoping at her response. When she did, it was like opening the floodgates on a dam. Joanne responded to his lips upon hers kissing him back with a forgotten longing that took him by surprise. She clenched him to her, her arms slipping around his back, pressing him against her until their bodies meshed together tightly. Keith's hands, fingers, tangling themselves within the softness of her hair, one hand resting comfortably upon the back of her neck, sensing as well as feeling the flood of goose bumps that arose

Still kissing her, she whispered his name over and over as though in prayer, which to some extent, she was praying. Surprised, overwhelmed, yet relieved beyond measure at the emotions that coursed through her soul, cleansing her spirit with renewed hope and wonder. Keith responded in kind, her name upon his lips as he continued to toy with her upper lip, gently sucking the sweetness of her flesh within his. Their tongues periodically dancing together in a too long forgotten sensation that had them both dizzy, as well as breathless as their souls renewal continued on to even greater heights of hopeful expectation and ecstasy.

An eternity later, Keith sat back, his mind reeling, his emotions jumbled to the point that he couldn't think clearly. Every nerve ending within his body was on fire, and by the expression on Joanne's face, she was going through the exact same thing he was, only she was able to speak, where Keith could not.

"Keith, I want...No, I need you to make love to me. Now! Right now!" she all but demanded of him.

"Joanne," he began finding his voice, but she cut him off.

"I know, it probably doesn't make sense, but I don't care. Right now I need you more than I've ever needed anyone or anything in my entire life."

Keith sat mesmerized watching Joanne as she reached up and began toying with the top button of her blouse. "Keith? As much as I want this, I also don't want you seeing how badly disfigured I am, would you mind turning off the lights?"

Keith stood, turning off the overhead lighting, returning to the table lamp sitting behind him. Rather than turning it off completely however, he removed his shirt tossing it over the lampshade. Subdued, but certainly not in total darkness, Keith turned back towards her. He knew she was dealing with emotional scaring just as much as she was dealing with the physical scaring that she was so afraid of letting him see.

Joanne said nothing. Part of her was grateful that he'd at least made it tolerable for her to continue undressing. But even more importantly, by Keith's simple gesture, she knew of his acceptance regardless of how she appeared, or might appear to him as she finished slipping off her blouse, reaching behind to likewise allow her bra to fall from her shoulders.

Sitting once again next to her on the couch, Keith waited patiently, watching her, watching as she nervously allowed her breasts to reveal themselves. Her hand momentarily covering her left breast even as her right, near perfect breast came into view.

"Don't be afraid," Keith whispered. "Don't ever be afraid Joanne. I told you, I love who you are, I'm in love with the person inside, regardless of how bad you might think things to be, I don't see it that way. And you need to know that," he told her gently.

Perhaps it was her moment of truth. Joanne found herself holding her breath, allowing her hand to fall away from her breast. She watched for any sign of repulsed expression to etch itself within Keith's face, but none came. The bright red line of puckered flesh that extended itself at an angle across the upper slope of her left breast down to the soft curvature below looked angry even now.

Joanne flinched as Keith's hand extended towards her, reflexively bringing her hand up once again. But by now, the tip of his finger had already pressed itself against the upper tip of her scar. Keith began tracing the ugly red welt downwards, softly drawing his finger upon it. To her amazement, Joanne felt relief, even excitement begin to tingle beneath the still sensitive flesh of her breast as Keith's finger tip lovingly, slowly continued to follow the path of her wound.

Even before he'd completed the exploration with his finger, he leaned forward, his lips now pressing where is finger tip had only moments ago been. Still holding her breath, Joanne gasped, Keith's lips and tongue bathing the sweetness of her flesh with a gentleness that surprised even her. As he made his way along the path of her tiny disfigurement, he paused momentarily where the brush of her hardened nipple against his lower lip caused him to detour. He savored it briefly, flicking it ever so lightly with the tip of his tongue before drawing it within his lips, barely sucking it, more a kiss in fact before releasing it to continue on his way.

When his lips had at last finished their journey, he retraced his steps, relocating the hungry needful bud of desire that stood so proudly waiting for him. He captured it, lovingly toying with it, as his hand now likewise claimed its neglected twin.

"Oh God, Keith!" Joanne allowed herself to cry out, her hand coming up behind his neck, pressing him even more intimately against her breast as he devoured her aroused flesh, allowing the electrical charges of excitement and desire to dance playfully against the surface of her now super-sensitive skin.

Slowly, Keith kissed upwards until his lips nibbled at the nape of her neck, a fresh storm of goose bumps exploding across the landscape of her soul, the hair on her neck standing on end in eager anticipation.

"I will never again let you go," he told her, his words sliding against her like fine silk as his breath lingered, his thoughts echoing, reverberating within her heart causing it to beat harder and faster within her chest.

They again kissed, and this time it was with a passion that Joanne thought herself incapable of ever experiencing, ever knowing again. Fiercely, their lips sought out one another's. Their tongues sparing in an intricate, sensual display of wanton need, desire, and unbridled passion such as the likes of which neither one had ever known.

"Make love to me Keith, please," she breathlessly urged him again. "I need you, I need to be a part of you, and you, a part of me."

This time Keith didn't even hesitate, reaching down, he deftly slid the zipper of Joanne's slacks downwards, easily placing his strong firm hands beneath the twin cheeks of her ass, lifting her, pulling away the slacks slowly away from her in one simple fluid motion.

As nervous, fearful as she'd been at letting Keith see her less than perfect breast, she'd thought revealing her artificial leg an even harder obstacle to overcome. To her amazement however, as Keith's hands slid down her thigh towards the stump where her knee had once been, he released the catch, undoing the strap that held it in place. Gingerly he allowed the false limb to rest comfortably against the side of the couch on the floor. His had immediately cupping, caressing, the smoothness of her flesh, shocking her with his tenderness as he explored what only now remained.

Once again Keith stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he divested himself of his remaining clothing. His arousal now obvious as it sprang into view, telling her at once of his desire for her, of his love for her, seeing her only as he remembered her to be, and always would.

With surprising ease, Joanne removed the last barrier guarding her femininity, tossing the light blue cotton briefs she had worn up and over her head, laughing unashamedly, uninhibitedly as she reached towards him, pulling him first down onto the couch, then backwards. She pressed the tips of her fingers into his chest indicating as she did how she wanted him positioned for her. Easing onto his back, Keith smiled as Joanne lifted herself, settling down upon him, feeling the softness of her sex nesting against him, though not as yet capturing the turgid essence of his ever growing desire. Once again they kissed, the feel of her soft breasts pressing lovingly against his chest, his hands reaching down to cup the firm taut cheeks of her ass, kneading them contentedly within the palms of his hands as their lips and mouths once again devoured one another.

He wasn't even sure when or how it happened. His mind still reeling with the joy of her lips pressing against his, the feel of her breast comfortably trapped within one hand, the other still caressing the fleshiness of her ass. But suddenly, the liquid silkiness of her internal self had captured him, surrounded him, and now bathed him in exquisite mind-numbing rapture.

Her movements now just as fluid as she, Joanne melted into him, against him, expertly, yet tenderly. Keith slowly driving into her as deeply as could, as fully as he'd ever been, becoming a part of her in one long loving thrust that claimed them both in spiritual union that surpassed anything either one of them had ever known before.

Only after long precious moments, unmoving, yet remaining joined in a newfound universe they'd created together, did they finally move and explore the vastness of pleasure that awaited them both.

As their coupling had begun, as easily and as smoothly as though they'd been making love for hours, so too was their mutually explosive climax. Before either was hardly aware of it, they were consumed in rapturous bliss that exploded within the minds eye, their universe of stars mingling in a cosmic display of such magnitude that for a moment, their spirits were indeed combined as only the two of them could be.

Keith felt as though he were floating, still fully aware of Joanne's presence as the silky softness of her being continued to caress and encompass him.

"You have but one wish. Make it now! Make it now!"

Keith felt the warmth of the morning sunlight coming through the partially drawn curtains, dancing upon his face. As his eyes opened, his vision blurred momentarily as he attempted to take in his surroundings. Finally it began to clear. Sitting next to his bed, Joanne sat with her head bowed forward, arms comfortably folded across her breasts, sleeping.

"Joanne?"

Strangely, Keith's voice sounded weak, thirsty. "Joanne?" he managed to say again, this time shaking her awake from her slumber.

"Keith? Oh my God Keith!" Joanne screamed rushing to his bed, screaming his name over and over, kissing his forehead before tearing out into the hallway screaming for someone to come to his room.

He smiled. She looked just like she always had. Beautiful and perfect as ever. He didn't need to look beneath the covers to know that his leg was gone. The vague impression of stepping out onto a landmine, the concussion, the spread of fiery shrapnel digging into his chest creasing him from the top of his collarbone in a diagonal across his heart.

Placing the tip of his finger on top of the hospital gown he was wearing, he knew exactly where the angry red slash began, and where it ended without even looking.

Joanne, beautiful, beautiful, Joanne stepped back into his room, her eyes filled with joyous tears, and a love Keith knew he would find with no other.

His wish had come true.
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