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One Year of Love by J. Peters

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One Year of Love 
(J. Peters)


Preface

When Hazel and I began our relationship, it became profound and deep rooted, both emotionally and physically, very quickly. At first, we were friends and we became close through our similar nature and personality. The closer we became, the more I realised that, it was not just a friendship I was looking for, and I had deeper feelings for her. Not wanting to threaten the friendship we had between us, I played down these feelings and this side of me. Eventually, they came out. Fortunately, I was not alone in this and Hazel had been feeling the same way.
This further closeness allowed us to open up with each other and share emotions and feelings that we normally kept to ourselves. This side of us has continued to grow. We have always been there for each other, both as a physical shoulder to cry on and an emotional one. The honesty between us means that neither of us are left wondering what the other is thinking - good or bad.
Through circumstances, we have spent quite a bit of time apart and, even when we do see each other, they are often stolen moments. They say ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder’- my heart does not grow fonder of Hazel during these absences - that word is just not strong enough. My heart has been connected to hers for a very long time now, so absence just leaves a hole. It aches to be with her and, when it is, it is complete again. It is these moments of completeness that gets me through the absences.
The reason I am telling you this? I do not want you to think that the next few stories you read mean that we are just about sex. We are not. When we have sex, it is amazing. When we don’t, we are still amazing. It is this side of us which allows the intimate moments to be more special than ever before.
If I’m honest, this book was written for Hazel and only her. It was her idea and fully inspired by her. I used to send her much shorter, private stories via messaging. These were our stories and only ours. It was then Hazel who suggested I write a book and so, here it is.
Sharing this with others was not the plan. However, as the words flowed, I started to see it as a further declaration of my love for her - so I thought ‘Why not?!’


Chapter One
Our First Time

The Christmas party was getting closer and the attraction between Hazel and I was reaching a new high. Comments were being made around the office that their flirting was on a different level. The attraction between them was undeniable.
I was so excited to spend time with Hazel at the office Christmas party. I had got changed at the office into jeans, a flowery shirt along with my favourite velvet jacket. I wore my brown cowboy boots. I had worn these before and I knew Hazel took the piss out of them, but I wasn’t sure if this was real or if she was just fucking around with me. I hoped the first but was probably the latter.
There was a pub local to the office called The Crown and that’s where I went beforehand to have a few drinks with the lads from my team. I knew that Hazel had gone around the house of Helen to get ready for the party and I had hoped she would be down the pub beforehand. After a couple of drinks, Hazel hadn’t turned up and it was time to leave for the venue. Although a little disappointed I had not seen her yet, I was excited to get there now so I could. I knew she was going to look stunning and was desperate to see her.
The party was being held at one of the fancy hotel ballrooms in the city centre. The company always chose a good venue and they did not disappoint this time. As I walked up to the doors of the hotel, the lads and I were in good spirits. At the doorway stood the CEO, Kevin, greeting everyone as they arrived. He was a large man and was dressed in a Tuxedo which was a size or two too small.
‘Once he breathes out later,’ Paul said. ‘He’s going to burst all over the floor. His fat will be rolling between everyone like a wave of flesh,’ we all laughed ‘He’ll still think he’s fucking the man and think he can shag anything!’ he laughed as he said this, and we all joined him.
‘Let’s see how many women he gropes and offends,’ I said as we all knew he would.
We reached the door and of course all embraced him with a false but polite hug. ‘Welcome,’ he said. ‘Got any drugs?’ the lads laughed, but nervously. We knew we had but weren’t going to tell him. Kevin publicly declared to the office on a regular basis that we were the team that took too many drugs and drank too much. The drink was slightly true and, to some, so were the drugs. However, we were a tight unit and a high performing team, and it always pissed my boys off when Kevin said this.
As we walked in, there was this grand start case to the right. ‘Up there,’ Kevin said. ‘Get yourself a drink and wait to be called in for the meal’
I was there now and all I wanted to do was see Hazel. What will she be wearing; would I be able to hold back the lust I was feeling for her and had been for so long? I genuinely felt something was going to happen tonight - I wanted something to happen tonight.
The flirting all week was leading towards this night. ‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself ‘Why am I so bloody nervous’
As I walked up the stairs, although I was still having a laugh with the lads, I was scanning everywhere to see where Hazel was. I couldn’t see her anywhere. ‘Was she even here yet?’ I thought. I really wanted to see her.
We got to the top of the stairs and turned right to where all the chatter was coming from. Everyone was in the holding bar, having free champagne before the main sit-down meal.
The room was decked out with Christmas lights and fake snow. It was a literal Winter Wonderland. As I peered around the room, I suddenly felt a hand on my arm and quickly turned around.
‘Hey you!’ Hazel said smiling – that smile that always gave me the butterflies – ‘You making a late entrance to feel special?’
I looked at Hazel and took one step back so I could see her properly. ‘Wow. You look stunning.’ More stunning than I imagined. I knew she was gorgeous, that’s why I had strong feelings for her but, tonight, she looked fucking amazing. She was wearing a red, long dress. It was strapless and clung to her breasts. It wrapped around at the front and lowered to just above her ankles. ‘Give us a twirl,’ I asked
‘Perv,’ she replied but did it anyway. This is when I saw it was back less. My immediate thought was that she was bra less and that her breasts were just a small bit of cloth away from me. A sense of arousal ran through me.
I put my arm on the small of her back. This allowed me to touch her flesh. I instantly felt a warmth between us. ‘Fancy a drink? I’m buying? I said with a smile.
‘It’s free you tosser,’ Hazel replied.
We both laughed.
‘The cocktail bar downstairs isn’t,’ I said and looked at Hazel. ‘No one would notice if we disappear for a drink alone,’
‘I’m not sure, I think they will,’ I wasn’t sure if she meant this or was just nervous about making us too ‘obvious.’
‘Come on,’ I said. ‘If anyone asks, we’ll just tell the truth – we preferred a cocktail,’
With that, I moved my arm from her back and took her hand. I didn’t hold it tight, that would be too risky. I just gently held it and started to walk to the door and then let go, I glanced back and Hazel had that look on her face that made me so hot. A seductive look that told me she was up for this. She was also slightly biting her bottom lip – straight away I wanted her to bite my lip.
The time went by so fast. We only had 1 cocktail. ‘We’d better get back upstairs,’ Hazel said. I know she didn’t mean it as she was giving me the bottom lip and sad eyes look. ‘I would love to stay here with you, but tongues will start wagging’
‘I know a tongue that wants to wag,’ I said and smiled as I stood up.
‘Hazel playfully pushed me away ‘You’re such a weirdo,’ she said laughing.
‘That’s why you like me,’ I said.
‘Who said I like you?’ she creased her face up to show it was a question which she already knew the answer to.
I smiled back. ‘Your body told me,’ I said laughing.
‘You wish,’ Hazel said and started walking in front of me. I could now see the glorious view from behind. The flesh of her back moving down to where the dress moved delicately over her arse as she walked. I found myself, not for the first time, staring at her arse. I really loved her arse.
As we got to the top of the stairs, our intention was to sit together during the meal so we could carry on being close. However, as soon as her team saw her, they ran over and grabbed her ‘Hazel, we have saved a seat for you with us,’
I looked over to where they were going. There was only one seat. For a few seconds I felt a little deflated. I wanted Hazel to myself, next to me so we could flirt and keep the sexual tension going between us. As she was led away, Hazel turned and mouthed ‘Sorry,’ to me. I smiled back – we both knew there would be plenty of time to be together that evening.
I scanned the room and saw my boys being loud on the other side. Paul spotted me and shouted ‘Phil, get your arse here, we’ve been waiting for you!’
With that, I walked over and sat down. The meal was fun and the drinks flowed. My boys are so funny; you can’t help but laugh all the time with them. During the meal, I found myself glancing over to Hazel and caught her doing the same back at me. Sometimes, for some reason, we both looked away immediately, as if everyone else would catch us looking at each other. Other times, we just smiled. It was clear that, despite having a laugh with our friends separately, we just wanted the meal to be over so we could carry on talking.

After the main course, I was a few drinks down and started to walk round to mingle. It was all a ploy to get to Hazel and her team. I would use talking to her team as an excuse to be with her.
Hazel seemed to have the same idea and we saw ourselves walking towards each other. The room was set up with 3 long tables that ran the length of the floor and we were walking between the same set of 2 tables. As we met, we just stood there ‘This is awkward,’ she said with a smile
I raised my glass cheers, I said, and we chinked. I then saw a couple of spare seats behind her. I put my hand on her hip and started to ‘squeeze’ past her. The gap was small, and her breasts brushed me.
‘Fancy a seat?’ I said pointing to the spare ones ‘Or we could just stand here,’ I looked down so she knew I was talking about her breasts gently touching me.
‘Dream on,’ she said, turned and went to the seats. As she moved, she deliberately pushed her breasts against me a little more. I could see her smiling as she walked away.
The evening moved on, Speeches from the CEO and then the music started. This is another thing I love about Hazel - her zest for life. We were sitting having a conversation as the music blared into life.
‘Dance!’ she immediately said – ignoring our chat. She grabbed me and we hurried through the row of tables to the small dance floor. We were the first on and we immediately showed the office how dancing should be done. When I say we, I should probably say Hazel as I am not the best dancer. I will stay on the floor all night and strut my moves, but I could be better. Hazel was straight into, jumping up and down, singing at the top of her voice, grabbing people who were sitting close to the floor to get them –’yep,’ I smiled to myself ‘She is so me’
We never left the floor for an hour. Now and again we danced close or even with each other but generally, we were mixing with all our friends. I still looked at Hazel and she did the same to me – just making sure we both knew we were there. I honestly couldn’t take my eyes of her.
Eventually, Hazel danced up to me, leant over and whispered, ‘Fancy another cocktail? I think everyone is too busy to notice now’
I pretended I couldn’t hear her above the music, so I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer ‘Sorry, what was that?’
She pushed closer to me; her breasts squashing against me. Fuck it felt good, ‘You heard me you idiot – let’s get a drink.’
With that, we walked through the hall, down the stairs and back into the cocktail bar.
After our fist cocktail, we both completely forgot they were at the works Christmas party and ordered another, then another. In fact, we stayed there for another 2 hours. No one had seen us, but we had seen many leaving the party. We were in the corner, hidden away, not just from them, but the outside world. It was our little hideaway.
We had finally got time together which we had craved. We were realising that the connection we had was not only from work, we had incredible sexual chemistry and we were both feeling it between us.
‘Let’s move on,’ I said, touching Hazel’s leg. We had sat closely all night, but this was the first time any physical move had been made. Hazel didn’t move her leg. She wanted this night to go further and she knew I did too.
‘What about everyone else?’ she asked
‘I don’t care. Most have gone anyway. If anyone does see us leave, we will just say I was walking you back to the station. Everyone knows we’re good friends. To be honest, all I want is to be with you tonight, no one else,’ I couldn’t believe I was saying this.
Hazel went back to biting her bottom lip. She leant over. ‘Let’s go,’ she whispered.
Looking around, we left the cocktail bar by the other entrance, so we didn’t have to walk out the main door of the hotel. We got out without being seen and, as we walked down the road, not knowing where we were going, the urge I had felt for so long took over.
I stopped by a shop doorway, got hold of Hazel’s hand and guided her into it. I turned towards her, pulled her close and kissed her. Just a gentle kiss first but, as soon as Hazel reacted, it turned into a full passionate kiss, our tongues were in each other’s mouths, hands were moving up and down each other’s bodies. I had waited so long for this and it was better than I could have imagined. The kiss was soft but hard at the same time. The release from the last few months has finally come and it was worth waiting for. Hazel was an incredible kisser. I was getting hard and Hazel could feel it, this was making her wet. She wanted me and she knew I wanted her.
‘Let’s get a room somewhere,’ Hazel whispered ‘I want to fuck you and I want to fuck you now’
I looked at her. I had wanted to hear these words for so long. I smiled ‘You try and stop me,’ I said and took her hand and we continued to walk down the road - faster now. the hotel was all we could think about.
Hazel still had to tell her husband though and she made a quick call as we were walking. She told him that the party was still in full swing and didn’t want to leave and that she was going to stay at a hotel for the night and that she will see him tomorrow. Although I knew she was married, this is the first time Hazel had spoken to him in front of me. I’m not going to lie; I didn’t feel guilty – I was too far into Hazel to feel that. What I did feel, only for a few seconds, was a realisation that we could not be together – not yet. That feeling soon went. Not because I wanted to forget about it, but because I wanted to get to the hotel and spend the night with Hazel. I had waited so long for this, the excitement in me was too much to think about anything else.
We saw a hotel and went to the reception desk. Thank fuck, they had rooms available. I didn’t even hear the price. I just gave my card over. All I wanted was the room key.
We walked down the hall to the hotel elevators. When the doors opened, we stepped in and I pushed ‘4’. I squeezed and caressed Hazel’s hand as we waited for the doors to open again.
Down the hall we went, until I stopped in front of Room 403, pulling the room key out of my pocket.
I opened the door and we both walked in..
The door closed behind us and we stood in the room. I turned to Hazel and took hold off both hands by her side and we kissed again. More gently, more loving - this one had more feeling and more passion. It was not as raw. We knew we could now take our time. No one was going to see us.
Keeping my fingers intertwined with hers, I gently placed her hands above her head. It was incredibly hot. She stared into my bright blue eyes and waited for me to kiss her, but instead I gently moved my hands down her arms, stroking against the side of her breasts and round to her arse.
Hazel’s hands dropped down and her hands cupped my face. I kissed her, long and hard. My left hand softly mirrored hers and touched her face and my right hand explored the back of her dress looking for the zipper, which I started to pull down when I found it.