Soulmates

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"Soulmates"

or
"Starmaker"

Written by Katharina Katt

© Copyright 2000-2007 by Katharina Katt.

Disclaimer/Description: This is a true erotic story. It contains adult situationss. If any of this will disturb you as a reader then do not read this. If you are under the age of 21, no matter what country you live in, it is not advised that you read this. Any characters resembling any living or dead individuals is purely coincidental and the author takes no responsibility in comparison with real life situations and individuals other than the two whom it was written after. All rights have been reserved.

My apartment door buzzer went off and I swear I jumped from it. My adrenalin giving me a high no drug ever could. I checked my hair and makeup in the mirror. I could look better, but there was no time, and it was late. The apartment complex was quiet. It only got that way late at night. He stood at the entrance waiting for me to come down and let him in. I grabbed my key and rushed out my door and down the stairs. I have envisioned him a million times in my mind. He had given me several pictures in the letters we had passed between us. Our long distance phone bills were bulging at the seams, but he was here. I nearly tripped on the stairs, trying to get a glimpse of him before I fumbled with my key in the lock. I didn’t expect what I saw. His pictures certainly didn’t do him justice. He was taller than I imagined, with broad shoulders. I like that in men. The kind of man a woman loves to cuddle up to. His long dark hair, almost black, lay straight from his temples but curled at the bottoms. If a vampire prince from the books I read could step into reality, I believe the vampire would have hard competition with him. Evergreen eyes looked back at me with the look I’ll never forget: tenderness. I smiled and quickly unlocked the door, rushing up the stairs in front of him to open the apartment door as well.



Once inside we sat down on the couch, not sure how to start actually. It wasn’t just the attraction, that wasn’t why he was here, not for sex. We started as friends, for years in fact, and only now meeting. We were both blushing and giggling like school children, though our ages were much past that.



“I didn’t expect you to be so tall.” I still dwarfed his size even sitting down. Usually when I sat down next to someone it was not so bad. I am rather petite and small, almost child size in many regards, but I am still over five foot tall. I guess it could be worse. I guessed he was at least six foot, but my x-husband had been six foot and I am sure he was shorter than Wesley. Ah, yes, that was his name. I loved to whisper it over the phone to him; he always made such a lovely purring sound when I did. It always sent joyous shivers down my spine.



“I didn’t expect you to be so small.” He remarked back, smiling at me. We sat apart on the loveseat. It was a small apartment and I had never had much company over, so the loveseat was all I needed. He touched my hair gently, playing with the curls at the end as we talked. I don’t know if all women love this, but I always will.



“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to see you. I mean, I thought I would die on that operating table without ever seeing you.” I nodded, he had told me when he had gone for emergency surgery, removing a tumour. It was a life threatening case, and I wanted with all my soul to be there when he woke up from it. For him to have someone holding his hand when he opened his eyes. Why can’t I be rich that I can go to a loved one’s side when I wish? My heart melted at his words.



“I wanted to be there. In spirit, I was.” He smiled at me and with time I moved closer. We just cuddled there together, our arms wrapped around each other. Talking about life, as we always did. It was so different, having him in person. I knew his visit in town was short, perhaps only the night, but for this moment, he was here, with me.



Since my divorce I had not been with another man, and honestly any attempt at dating proved to be a horrible experience. It was Wesley I came home to on my computer screen, and waited for the weekly calls we made.



He had taken a taxi here, and I knew he was here for the night even though we had agreed sex was not an issue. I felt better when he reassured me of that cuddling there on the couch, and I was sure we would be up until dawn talking.



Dawn did come, but we were kissing instead of talking. It had been so long for both of us, I guess we kind of got carried away. I trembled when he touched me. I felt terrified at the same time. Unknown fear perhaps.



“You don’t have to.” He whispered in my ear as he held me. Oh his voice is music. So deep and manly. He was my greek god turned to life. I didn’t answer, and he repeated it again so he was sure I heard him.



“I want to.” I said blushing. He touched my cheek and it gave me courage. I wanted to go to the bedroom. I kept it dark there, and honestly I didn’t want him to see what fat I had. My fat stomach pouch from having two children and not working out. I hated it so. I know I’m beautiful otherwise, or I wouldn’t get so much attention from men. This is my problem area and I didn’t want him to see it. Not my greek god.



“But I want to see you.” He urged. No, I didn’t want that, and I told him why. “You are beautiful.” He touched my stomach, and I failed to suck the fat in. “This is a sign of femininity. You are a mother. You bare the signs, and I think it is beautiful.” I melted. Could he give me more of a reason to fall for him? Not only did he say he thought it was beautiful, but he touched it and caressed it as if it were.



It was late into the morning when we lay together, quiet, in my bed. He had finally agreed to move there when I could stay awake no longer. I slept an hour or two in his arms.



“When will you be back?” I asked, not wanting us to be apart too long. Now that we’ve touched, I couldn’t imagine being without him for long.



“I don’t know, but I’ll call you tonight when I get home.” He did call that night, his plane arrived with no delays and he got home ok. “I have a wonderful idea. Come visit me for a week. I have a big house, and it’s just me here.” I wasn’t working, so I jumped at the idea. “I’ll pay for the tickets, don’t worry about that. Just dress in something you know I’ll like.”



Oh the day didn’t come soon enough, but I had a late night flight, it was the soonest he could get me in. It seemed I was the only one waiting at the airport curb when his car drove up. He got out to get my bags and picked me up, swirling me around and holding me. I laughed and smiled and kissed him gently. We put my bags in the trunk and hurried home. The snow on the ground was thick, more so where he lived than where I did.



He lit some candles around the house, and it set the perfect mood for romance. He cooked for me, and wouldn’t let me lift a single finger. ‘I was his guest’ as he put it. I treasured him all the more. I had always wondered what it would be like to find someone as giving as myself. I actually was not sure I could get used to it.



The next night we sat down on the couch and he played recordings of his music on the stereo. He isn’t a musician as most would think, but a composer as a hobby. The music sounded Celtic, and some sounded lively and cheerful while others nearly brought a tear to my eye. I became an instant fan, and he gave me some recordings to take home with me. In all reality he was an engineer. His last project was putting a satellite into space. He was very proud over that.



“Would you like to see it?” he asked, jumping up from the couch enthusiastically.



“We can see it from here?”



“Oh yes!”



“But…its cold outside, I need a coat.” He was pulling me upstairs by the hand; I was in my bare feet and a short-sleeved shirt.



“Its ok, don’t worry about it.” He stopped at the door and grabbed his long coat, wrapping it around me, and having me step into his shoes that were twice as long as my feet. We stepped out onto his front terrace and looked up into the night sky. The stars were so bright. It was beautiful. He stepped out into the street and looked around in the sky for the satellite. “Here, there it is!” he pointed. I stepped out with him, some snow falling into his shoes that I had a hard time keeping on. He wrapped his arms around me as we looked up into the sky. I could see the moving star he pointed at, and he explained the different paths it took. He always knew where it was. “And anytime you miss me, just look into the sky for my star.” I kissed him and smiled, the shivers from the cold starting to take me. “Alright, we can go back in.” He noticed my shivering. I tried to take a step but lost a shoe in the snow. He caught me before my bare foot fell through the snow and he carried me inside. I fancied him my ‘star maker’ then, and he seemed to like it when I told him so.



We listened to more music, and then he asked me something strange I will never forget.



“Do you believe in soul mates?” We often had deep discussions on various things like this, but the timing made it awkward.



“I don’t know, maybe.” I really didn’t know what to say about it, but it stuck in the back of my mind.



The week didn’t seem long enough; it was over too quick. He was packing for another business trip, as I was packing to leave. We weren’t sure when he would be back, but we made plans to move closer together.



“Will you wait for me? I don’t know how long I might be gone.”



“Just write me still, and call. I will wait for you, and hope you the best.” He smiled and kissed me tenderly at the airport. I watched his car leave before going to my terminal. I didn’t know I would never see him again. He did call, and write. Yet they grew shorter and less frequent. I had no idea why. I’ve heard later that he married, and in a way I hope him happiness. For me it’s an end, to many things. I feel I miss half of myself now, the half he made complete. I remember his question, about soul mates, and I am convinced if I ever had one, it was my star maker.