The ONE He was the one. There was never a time when I didn't think that he was the one. It's not all that hard to believe either, even though I met him in the ninth grade. He was the one and I knew it, like nothing I had ever known before. He played basketball and football, so he was fast and powerful and I wanted nothing more than to witness that power firsthand. He was 6'3" with wonderful caramel colored skin, light brown eyes that sparkled at you, a dark mustache, broad shoulders and a not too slender waist. He also possessed an ass that was a gift from God if not from his parents. To cap all that off, his voice was perfect. That's what really let me know that he was the one. When he spoke to me the first time I almost creamed my panties right there in the hallway in front of the cafeteria. All he'd said was "hi." It was in a perfect timber and pitch - the boy could have been on the radio making women cream for miles around. Later, when we would talk on the phone, it was almost as if the rise and fall of his voice was driving my heartbeat, they were in such close rhythm. He only had one flaw when we were in high school. He had a girlfriend. Not just any girlfriend either, but the sister of a close friend of mine. See, they were two years older than us and had been dating for a while. Yep, she was his only strike against him. Not that it mattered mind you. I don't mean because I'm a slut or anything, but just because he was as friendly to me as he was to his girlfriend's sister. So that meant we could hang out and laugh, but he never even knew that I was so taken with him. Others knew. I'll never forget the basketball game where another friend and I had reversed the letters in his name so we could say it out loud without anyone else knowing who we were talking about. "Divaderoom" became our battle cry! Until a girl tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Are you the girl who has the crush on David Moore?" Oh my goodness! I know I physically shriveled. No one was supposed to know that! I don't remember what I answered - my friend may have even answered for me, but it was an amazing realization moment and I don't think I was ever the same. I guess I don't need to tell you that this crush lasted all through high school, even though he graduated after my 10th grade year, he was still around in the neighborhood and I made sure to see him often. Again, not that it mattered - at least to him. When I graduated high school, I left town for college. That was the end of the "making sure I get to see David at least 4 times a week" phase. I had to move on. And I did. Until last week. Last week was when I went to the grocery store to buy peaches for my mother's famous (at least in our house!) peach cobbler. I stepped into my local Winn Dixie and sauntered right over to the fresh fruits. I was busy squeezing peaches, enjoying the fuzzy feel and firmness of them and picking out ones without bruises, when I heard him. It was the voice of my dreams. "Do you have guava fruit?" Guava fruit? Not exactly a question I ever expected to hear from his voice. I turned and there he was. Still tall. Still gorgeous. Still "divaderoom." Ok, this was the moment of truth. I am 35 now. I should be able to approach a man. But this was my "divad" and I was not sure if I could even make it the 15 feet to where he was standing. I don't remember my brain telling my feet to move, but the next thing I knew I was standing slightly behind him. He was still talking to the clerk. No, they didn't have guava and turned out he was just making conversation anyway. That's how his sense of humor was - a game to him to see if the clerk even knew about guava fruit. The clerk saw me and stepped back a little bit, probably shocked by the look of sheer animal attraction that I was giving the back of David's head. When David noticed the clerk move, he turned to see where he was looking and found me. "Hi." Gush! That was my pussy giving way, good thing I had on shorts, or they might have thought my water broke and I wasn't pregnant. "Hi David." "I know you." "Yes, at least you did." "Dominique?" "Yes." "You look wonderful! Just as fresh as when we were in high school! How are you keeping yourself so young?" "It's the kids." Wait that didn't sound right! Proof is that look of shock on his face. "I mean, I work with kids, I own a day care center." "That's excellent!" "Are you back home now?" I had moved back home about five years ago and I knew that he wasn't in town when I first got back - because I'd asked around! "Yeah, I moved back after my divorce, a little less than a year ago." Woohoo! He's divorced! Yeah! I was doing brain cartwheels and trying to figure out why my rumor mill had failed me so badly, when I figured I'd better ask him something to keep this conversation going, but he was ahead of me. He moved closer. I gasped. I'm sure it was audible even though he didn't respond to it. One more step for him and our chests were touching. At least my nipples were at his chest and I was busy wishing we had no clothes on. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Did you know I liked you in high school?" My thoughts were fuzzy and my words were breathy, "you did?" "Oh yyyeeeeessssss," he hissed. I grabbed his right arm because I could feel my knees getting weak. I was still holding the bag of peaches in my other hand. My mind was racing and I was trying to decide how much to tell when he floored me with his next line. "I used to watch you walk down the hall with those hips swaying and wish I could grab you and pull you into a closet somewhere and have my way with you." I kissed him. Right there in the grocery store. I kissed him and I dropped the bag of peaches into the nearest bin. I don't know how long the kiss lasted. I was not in a state of mind where I cared about what was going on around me and he obviously was not either. I love to kiss and kissing David was like a life fulfilling prophesy. It was amazing. There were fireworks. It was the 4th of July. It was sensual. It was exciting. It was beautiful. It was slow and fast and intense and light. He was the one. "Wow, I should have told you that a long time ago," he managed. "Yes, you should have." "Are you single now?" "Yes, I am." "So am and I, and I don't have any kids from my marriage. I moved home alone in order to start my life over and I know that we just kissed for the first time ever, but I think my life is meant to be spent with you," he exhaled as he finished his statement all in one breath. My head was still fuzzy. The only things in focus at that point were his lips, which I lapped onto again. I could feel my pussy contracting and expanding. I wanted him, even if not for the rest of my life. I just wanted him pure and simple. I could tell he was feeling the same way. I managed to ask, "do you have more shopping to do?" "Not necessarily." "Will you cum with me?" No way he knew what I was spelling in my head, or did he? "I'd love to." We left the store and walked out to my Grand Am. His jeep was parked in the space in front of mine, so we decided to take both cars. He would follow me. I was about to get in my car when I looked up and saw him again. I walked over and plastered him against the jeep with another bold and promising kiss. His hands where all over my ass and I could feel his growing interest. When we stopped kissing long enough, he whispered in my ear, "patience dear, we have forever. Let's go somewhere where we can take this to the next level." I reluctantly agreed. What's wrong with the parking lot at the Winn Dixie? It was a perfectly good spot to me. I drove home. I was cautiously keeping him in my rear view mirror - I have a tendency to leave people behind when they are following me and I did not want to lose him. When we arrived at the house, of course he had to meet my dog. He loves dogs and she loves men. The petting and running around went on for about 10 minutes and I was not coping too well with the wait. He was down on one knee in my kitchen floor and Jojo (short for Johannesburg) was running around him, then she'd lie down for him to pet her stomach, the next minute she was up running around again. I on the other hand was squirming back and forth from one foot to the next. At one point I put my hand on my crotch and squeezed. Since it was just about eye level for him that got his attention. He stood and said, "Do you leave her out?" I knew he meant while having sex and I said, "No, she goes in the kennel." He walked over to that side of the kitchen and coaxed her into the kennel and locked it behind her. "Where were we?" I refrained from kissing him this time, at least right away. I took his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom. While we were walking he was stroking my hand, it was amazing just how his slightest touch sent shivers down my spine. When we got to the bedroom, he paused a moment to look around. "It's wonderful in here." "Thank you." I was glad he appreciated my style. I have a king size bed with an ivory comforter set. It has huge pillows all covered in different types of ivory shams. The bed has four posts and I have ivory netting cascading over the posts so that the bed almost becomes its own room when you release the netting. My walls are a light tan that complements the ivory very nicely. The only other furniture in the bedroom is a small cherry wood bench at the foot of the bed. My closet is large enough to house all my clothes so I've never needed a dresser. I do however keep a little "goodie" box under the bed, but he'd find out about that later. I walked over to close the shades, because it was still early afternoon, but he asked me not to close them, so I didn't. I was standing beside the bed when he moved over to me and kissed my neck. Then he began pulling my t-shirt over my head slowly. As he uncovered my breasts, he kissed each one right above my bra (how glad was I to have worn the lacy one?). Then he undid the belt on my shorts and pulled it out of its loops very slowly. He was holding one hip with his left hand and pulling with his right and it felt so sexy I thought I would die. My shorts were a little big for me - hence the belt - so when he had removed it, he just pushed my shorts down over my hips and as he pushed my panties went down too. As he pushed he lowered himself and when he was face to bush, I heard him moan. If I thought talking was sexy from this man, moaning was even better! I could feel how wet I was but I wanted him to feel it too, even though I knew he could see moisture glistening on my hairs and lips. Speaking of lips. His mouth was on me just one second later. His tongue was lapping up the juices I had just secreted and I was in shock. I put my hand on his head, no force, just laid it there for stability. He grabbed the back of my legs right under my ass and the next thing I knew I was being lifted up onto the bed and gently laid back. I was making noises now. I knew that, but words were escaping my grasp. Noises were all I could manage. He never stopped touching me as he somehow pulled off his shirt and unzipped his pants. I avoided the urge to ask him to leave his pants and jockeys on and just fuck me through that hole in them but only mostly because they were already off by the time I could have formulated the sentence. He slowly kissed his way up from my pussy, giving it a good lick before working his way to my belly button, then up my rib cage, through my breasts, pausing to pull each nipple into his mouth in turn, up my neck and chin and to my waiting lips. I pulled him close and kissed him with everything I had. I wanted him to know that I loved him then and now. I think he knew. He was on his knees, bending over my body, when he deftly raised my hips and placed each leg on either side of his waist. With both hands on me he managed to guide his shaft into me long and fast. Now that's a man! No fumbling, no need for me to guide it in, he didn't even finger me to get a good feel of where it was first, just one thrust and he was home. He was the one. All the air left my body. I gasped. He searched my face for signs of pain. I smiled up at him and pulled his head down to kiss him again. He was still buried deep inside me and we lay still that way for a few minutes, getting used to the feel of each other. For any woman it is amazing to be completely filled. To know that this is the perfect fit and there need never be another. He began to move, but I held him still. Our first exchange was to have no words. I was sure he was inquisitive, but I responded in a way I had been practicing for this day. I moved my insides. I contracted my pussy around his shaft tightly and he gasped. Ha ha, my turn to make him squeal. I released and contracted again. I used my muscles to give a ripple effect on his cock, from the base to the stem - this is no simple trick mind you, but I had never been able to do it completely with anyone else. There was something about the way he fit inside me that enabled me to have these powers. I was enjoying his moaning in my ear and it made me even more adamant to have him this way. I released my pussy muscles and could feel the air come in and surround his cock. He felt it too. A cool breeze on your genitalia can be wonderful. I closed around him again and I could feel the pressure building in his balls as they hung against my ass. He held me tighter and I could sense that he wanted me to stop because he was about to come, but I did not stop. I released again, this time his moan was more of an audible sound, almost a word, more of an "arggghhh." I contracted again. This time much tighter than before and that was it. His cock started jerking and releasing cum into my waiting snatch. It was amazing to feel it splash inside me. All I could do was hope we were making a baby. He took only a few moments to recover. He kissed me gently and looked down between us where we were still connected with his still rock hard shaft deep inside me. He rose up on his right elbow and reached between us to touch my clit with his left hand. It was huge and slippery. He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked the juices off with great teasing ability. Things were getting fuzzy for me again. He then somehow backed himself off the edge of the bed taking me with him, pulling my ass to the edge. I was never so thankful for having a bed that's high off the ground. He was able to stand comfortably and we were perfectly in line. He began to pull out of me and I could feel immediate sorrow for the momentary loss. Then he thrust back in but only slightly. He did nine shallow thrusts. I only noticed because he paused after doing them and in my mind I was reliving them. He would caress my body in between but it was excruciating waiting for his next thrust. He next did 8 shallow thrusts and one deep thrust. There were still 9 strokes but in a different pattern. Next he did 7 shallow, 2 deep. He paused between each set, what I determined was 9 seconds. I was in heaven. He was playing me like a fiddle and I thoroughly enjoyed it. By the time he got down to three shallow and six deep thrusts I thought I was dying again. This man was methodical and sensual and I never wanted him to stop. When he got to those nine deep thrusts, they were the death of me. I almost passed out as my pussy released more flow than ever before. He came in gallons as well and we were both spent. He lay down upon me gently. Kissing my neck and face and lips. I kissed and held him and we basked for what seemed like hours. When I could finally manage words again, I said, "you mentioned something about the rest of your life?" "Yes, I did." "Are you still feeling that way?" "I meant it then and I sure mean it now. You are the one. The one I've been waiting for all my life and I could do this everyday, all day, as long as you'll have me." "I love you. Will you marry me?" I asked. "Yes." We were married Sunday. That was three days after we met in the grocery store and three days ago. I am writing this while we are on our honeymoon in Puerto Rico. He is here with me and I have actually had to stop writing a few times so he could "relive" the moment I was writing about, but now I am done. Except for this … Never give up. The one is out there.