If Only

by Jennifer Weber

She is in many ways the perfect lover he thought as he lay beside the delicately lovely Tiffany in the grainy light of early morning, watching her dewy shoulder rise and fall with each even breath. She not only knows what to give, but how much to give and precisely when to give it. Her grasp of the concepts of tension and resistance and the ways they are applied with the greatest efficacy in romantic / erotic situations is innate, uncanny, and a bit disconcerting... but wholly delightful. She is always gloriously willing but never fails to put up a soupçon of a struggle - more than a token but much less than even a gentle rebuff - just enough to maintain the all-important fascination factor. He turned away from her and gazed with no small amount of dejection out of the window at the deepening day as his heart lurched in his chest with an ache that he recognized as soul pain and his next thought sundered it. If only I could love her - my wife, the mother of my children - the way I love Amber... her sister, her best friend.


Jennifer Weber, author of Breakthrough, is a court reporter occupying an empty nest in South Carolina. When she grows up she wants to be a writer.


Adam J. Whitlatch said...

Delightful and heartbreaking at the same time.

Fantastic, Jenny. Give us more!!

Anonymous said...

Great ending.

Joe said...

Achingly beautiful and sad in the same breath. Ms. Weber is indeed a talented writer and one of the best sixers out there. You have to respect a writer who can use the word soupçon in a story and use it successfully. A truly gifted writer to say the least. The give and take and sweet surrender of lovemaking was perfectly described, as well. Excellent on many levels.

Libby said...
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Libby said...

Once again I find myself stuggling to post an eloquent accolade to a fellow sixer in the wake of both Adam and Joe.

Give a girl a break will ya!?

So, to avoid falling just short of the two of them, I'm going to fall really short and say:

Frelling brilliantly sad and awesome all at the same time.