Heart Strings
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I saw her crying in the corner, tears washing streaks of makeup down her face. Her hands were trembling, and her friend had her arm around her trying to get her to calm down. My heart broke for this woman I hadn't even met.
I wasn't a regular there; I just came to have a drink after a stressful day at work and listen to the jazz band. I was just taking my first sip of wine when the douchebag made a scene.
"What the fuck?!" he said as he stood up, knocking the barstool to the ground, punctuating his swear. "If your not gonna fuck me, the least you can do is give me some head."
"Hey Tim, chill out!" the bartender quipped, moving around the bar. She was shorter than him by six inches, but she looked like a rhino about to charge. Now the band stopped playing, and everyone was watching.
"Mind your fucking business Jaime!" he said. He couldn't follow it up before Jamie pushed him. Well, Tim forgot that he knocked the barstool over 15 seconds ago. His fall was anything but graceful. The drummer played a rimshot eliciting a chuckle from the other patrons.
"You're in my bar Ass-hat, this is my business!" her hands were fists now. Two big guys came running over, bouncers, I guess, one went to hold Jamie back, and the other "escorted" Tim out the door.
Jamie's hands relaxed, and she sat with the woman for a few, trying to help her relax. Jamie cleared the drinks Tim left behind and waved for another bartender to bring over a bottle of red wine.
The woman was quite beautiful, even with the tears pouring down her face. My heart physically hurt for her, and I could almost feel her life shatter in that instant. I felt like something was pulling me towards her.
I contemplated my emotions for several minutes as I listened to the music and watched the band play. I don't usually approach people in new social settings. I was also afraid of looking like I was trying to take advantage of this vulnerable woman.
I decided that I would try to help her through Jamie instead. I got up from my table, taking my empty wine glass to the bar.
"Excuse me, Jamie," I said, attempting to get her attention. She acknowledged me with a nod as she finished having a customer sign his card slip.
"Another?" She asked as she came closer. I barely nodded, and she grabbed a bottle of Merlot and refilled my glass. "Sorry about the drama," she apologized.
"No need; he seemed like a douchebag," I said, and that made her smile slightly.
"You have no idea."
"Look," I said, reaching for my phone. "Can I get her an Uber or something? She shouldn't be driving after that?"
Jaime studied me for a minute. "What's your name?"
"It's James," I said.
"That's a nice offer, James, but I live upstairs over the bar; she can stay here tonight." She began wiping the bar down.
I still felt the pull, and I looked over at the woman who was now tapping furiously on her phone as tears fell.
Jaime looked at me, and I got dizzy for a brief second, then I heard a woman's voice in my head, almost a whisper, 'Her name is Cloe.'
Jamie winked, then turned and went to help another patron. I picked up my drink and let my emotions guide my steps. I have never considered myself graceful, but I felt like I floated over or glided.
I found myself in front of her sooner than expected. She looked up from her phone. Why I started to shed tears, I will never know. I shook my head and whipped my eyes. "Is your name Cloe?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed that I listened to the whisper.
She looked past me at Jamie, then nodded and extended a hand to the seat next to her. I sat down, focusing in more detail now that she wasn't across the room. Her hair was dark and wavy, and it came just past her shoulders. Her eyes made me think of honey. I couldn't stop looking into them.
"You're sensitive?" She said. I couldn't tell if it was a statement or a question.
"Well, I try to be, I -"
She chuckled and cut me off. "That isn't what I meant, but nevermind that," she paused and took another sip of her drink. "What can I do for you, James?" she said with a playful smile. My mind was spinning, had I introduced myself yet? I couldn't remember.
"I-," now I felt a little dumb and lost for words."-I saw what happened, and I was horrified by how he spoke to you." I was hoping the next part wouldn't make me sound ridiculous. "I just hurt so much for you at that moment."
"Thank you," she said. She paused, contemplating how much she should share. "I don't know what I expected from Tim. Our relationship was fine until a few months ago." She took a big swig of her wine. "Then I started getting terrible fatigue and didn't have the same stamina. I thought he would work with me through the changes and be my partner. But it seems like he only had a relationship with my pussy, and not my heart."
I felt my pulse begin to race. "You-No one deserves to be treated like that," I said, feeling shy and awkward all of a sudden.
"I can feel your heart beating," she said, her eyes locked on mine. "Did you feel pulled here?" she said, getting the answer from my eyes widening like saucers. "Do you know what you are feeling right now?" Her voice was almost like music, but I just shook my head, no.
"Come with me," she said as she stood up. I was about to say something about paying my bill. Still, my heart beat faster, and I was flooded with so many emotions I only vaguely remember walking upstairs.
Cloe stood in front of me; she was quite tall, almost six-foot. I felt the sensation in my heart from sadness turn into affection and warmth. It was exhilarating.
Then her lips connected with mine. The taste of her lips still had the bitter taste of wine on it, but it was delicious. I ran my hands through her hair and felt her pulse-pounding as my chest pressed against hers. They seemed to be beating in sync.
Her hands ran all over my body, and I was lost in her caresses. I kissed her deeper, wanting to be even more a part of her. Then I pulled back and looked at her, concerned, "Didn't you say you could fatigue- I don't want you to exhaust yourself."
She pulled back and smiled," Do not worry, although I am touched that you do. I will explain-another time." with that, she started taking off my shirt. I clumsily did the same, revealing her breasts and now perky nipples from the sudden temperature change. She pressed them against my chest as she leaned in for another kiss.
In minutes the rest of our clothes were gone. When we got to the bed, Cloe laid down on her tummy. I ran my hands up and down her body, learning every curve and finding every spot that got a reaction. I felt like my heart was tethered to hers as I started kissing and licking up and down her body. She turned over, and my kisses quickly found their way to her hot wet pussy.
I teased her inner thighs with my tongue; the taste of her skin was intoxicating. I teased her repeatedly, getting closer and closer to her lips until I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I reveled at her taste as my tongue parted her lips, giving me the full flavor of her lust. A husky moan of satisfaction and desire escaped her lips.
Eating, licking, and playing with her pussy was making me so hard, and I was dripping precum on her legs as my body went crazy for her. I pushed my mouth as deep into her pussy as I could, coating my face with her juices and reaching further and further inside her with my tongue. I felt that strange tug at my heart again; this time, it was guiding me where to go next, and every time I followed, it elicited a loud cry of pleasure. I pushed aside any questions I might have had, and it soon became almost instinctual.
I moved up to take her nipple in my mouth; my legs were wrapped around her right leg. Grinding against her, my hard cock rubbed against her thigh. I sunk my fingers into her already soaked pussy. I probed my fingers deep, circling and exploring the depths of her pussy while I sucked her nipple into my mouth. As I sucked the tip of her breast-deep in my mouth, I flicked the end of her nipple with my tongue, making her shudder more.
Finally, my fingers found the spot that she needed, her moans got louder. I didn't even have to move my hand; she was bucking against it in her rhythm. I focused on rubbing the spot inside and sucking her nipples harder and harder as she was getting more intense. I was so close to cumming myself. Finally, she let out a satisfying cry, still bucking hard against my hand.
When she finally stopped cumming she had me slide up her body and kiss her deeply. The taste of sex, wine, and lust had my arms and legs shaking. She turned me over. And looked at me with those honey-colored eyes. Then I felt myself go deep into her; her eyes fluttered closed as she finished getting the full length of my hard cock deep in her.
Our fingers interlaced as she started to move up and down me. All the while, I could feel her heart beating and a song in my ears. She was so wet and still pulsing inside from cumming; it was driving me to the edge. Then she squeezed my hands, our knuckles turning white.
"James-Oh, James!" She cried, "I need you! Don't stop!" Our bodies quivered as she continued to ride me. I was about to tell her I was going to cum, but she knew as the head of my cock had become engorged. She sat up, her left hand on my chest as her right hand started to rub her clit furiously. That was it, my whole body tensed as I shot my cum deep in her, seconds later she came again.
Finally, she collapsed on me and stayed there until I was no longer inside her. We couldn't stop running our hands over each other and grinding our bodies together. I wasn't ready for another round, so I went down on her again. This time I tasted our sex mixed together. After I gave her another less intense but satisfying orgasm, she pulled me up to her mouth. She kissed me deeply, sharing in the flavor our combined lust.
After some more petting and touching, we fell asleep, naked. A few hours later, I awoke. Cloe was staring at me lovingly. The sad woman I saw hours ago was gone. She beamed at me as I opened my eyes and stared back.
"I have never made love to another empath," she said. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and wonder.
"Empath?" I looked at her, and she smiled as she ran her hands through my hair. She kissed me softly on the lips again. Then giggled to herself slightly, "Last night was amazing, but just you wait," she said with a wicked smile," once we can feel each other's pleasure as we cum, tonight will hardly be worth noting.
We had hardly talked, yet I knew her better than I knew myself. Small details like her favorite wine, love of all things vanilla, and how, white with the lightest touch of purple, was her favorite color. I wouldn't think about all of that until much later. We were silent as we stared at each other until we fell asleep, lost in each other's eyes, sharing our souls.
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