“Hello! Hello! Is that you Dan Dan“ talking over my mobile phone.
After a short silent came the reply “I’m Dan Dan’s sister.” Silent again. “She won’t be calling you any more.”
“What happen? Why?” I asked anxiously. “We suppose to meet the last time and she suddenly disappear. Now is past 3 weeks.”
Her sister said in a soft restrained tone, “”She won’t be calling you any more, not any more in the future.”
“Why? Why? What have I done wrong?” I questioned her impatiently.
“She is dying.”
Then I remembered…
Two months ago, I got to know Dan Dan through our friend, Lingling. Lingling lost her mobile and was sharing Dan Dan’s until she got herself a new one. Then one late night I woke up by a SMS sent from Dan Dan’s mobile saying “I’m unhappy”. I called and to my surprise, the SMS was sent by Dan Dan herself. In my sleepiness, I tele with Dan Dan and chat to our hearts content. We talked about everything we could find under the sun. We never met but conversed over the phone or instant messaging over QQ. She poured out her unhappiness on me. I consoled her and cheered her up, trying to make her feel good again. In return, she listened to my life complaints.
After two months of tele-conversation, we finally met when I passed by her town. We went shopping and dinning. Although was our first time meeting each other, we felt like we knew each other for years. After dinner, we went drinking in a bar. We were so passionate with each other, I finally took the initiative to kiss her. I smooched her upper lip then lower, kissed again and frenched her. It was the best sensual kiss I ever frenched since I broke up with my ex three years ago.
This three seconds french led us back to my hotel, naked. We continued chatting. We had so much to share that we wished we could stop the time and never see day break because I would be gone. Our night were solemn but not speechless. It was a short night but we felt like eternal. While I was telling her stories, she pacelessly motioned into my embrace and rested on my shoulder.
Her soft silky hair lightly brushed over my skin, signalling me she wanted to be loved, to be cared just like a sparrow had found a nest to rest. She tilted up her head and looked into my eyes, a gesture to me she wanted to be touched. The rhythm of her heartbeats proposed to me she wanted it now.
I gave her the affirmation by taking a deep breath and kissed her inch by inch backward to peck her ear. I unwrapped the towel to uncover her naked body. After giving her a firm rub on her belly, I finger-walked from her belly button to her breast and cup it fully in my palm. Then I circled her breast with my index finger, slowly, softly, sensually. Circling countlessly, her body arched and she snuggled tightly to me. By then I was necking her and I could hear her breathing, hard and deep.
I nibbled inch by inch, lips by lips southward to replace my finger on her breast. Then I stopped to hear her heartbeat pounding in excitement. Moving south again, I exhaled my warm breath on her nipple. My fingers were now positioning outside her restricted lips. It was wet and slippery and any slight movement from my finger, I could hear her moan lightly.
I paused, I thought, I stopped, because I could not forget the last love I once had.
I caressed her back to give her my passionate affection. We started talking again, joking, complaining and laughing happily. Suddenly she revealed to me that she was about to die. She had cancer. I did not take it seriously, although I saw tears in her eyes. We talked about her finally days and making mockery out of it.
I felt helpless and despaired when I knew she was gone but I did not cry. Maybe, perhaps, because I had given my last teardrops to my last love. I felt I could do something meaningful for her when she was alive.
Life is precious and fragile. We only live once, so give your best shot.
