All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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March 1999
As with all good things, my time in southern California was soon drawing down to an end. My house was nearly ready, just another week or two and everything would be finished. Morgan, my real estate agent and occasional bedroom buddy, agreed to take the keys from the workers and hold them for me until I got there. I looked forward to showing her around my house, in more ways than one.
Still, it was strange to be thinking of moving since I thought I would never leave southern California, nor thought my life would have so many women in it that I would willingly be moving away from.
They could always visit, sure, but that was a long way for a booty call or just to hang out. It was a sobering thought.
On the other hand, I wasn't exactly lacking for company in Portland. Aside from Morgan, there was Alina (the high end escort) and even my usual in-town driver Tess whom I've exchanged flirtations with. And, if we ever get to connect, Maryanne the flight attendant. That would be interesting for sure, however schedules never seemed to line up.
When I think about it, it's been an amazing year all around. I bought a house, sold a prototype for a bundle of money, and discovered the joys of a womans loving touch; which basically boiled down to a bunch of awesome sex with many amazing ladies.
But now that my house was done being renovated, and I really don't have a job to quit or anything else, the only thing keeping me in Rancho Hills was the various good-byes I wanted to do before I split.
The more I thought about it though the longer the list grew. It got up to ten names before I decided to write them all down. Then it grew to thirty before I was done. A lot of them were my skating friends, which one large goodbye party would take care of most of them. The ones that were more personal were going to take a bit to go through. But who to start with?
A knock at my apartment door broke me out of my thinking. It was Leila.
"Hey," she greeted me as she walked into my apartment. Her wild, wavy brown hair was down, which meant she wasn't going to work at the hospital today. She sauntered towards the couch and sat down heavily, her DD cup breasts jiggling hypnotically in her purple, low cut crop top.
"My stove is out and I don't have any microwave food, so how about you take me out for dinner?". The short-shorts she was wearing might as well have been a denim thong for as much leg as she was showing. She crossed her legs in a completely intentional and obvious way just to get my attention, smiling with one side of her mouth as she did it.
I smiled back. "Sure, we can go for dinner. There's something I wanted to tell you anyways."
"Oh," she said, raising one eyebrow. "Do I have to wait or can I know now?"
I took the chair next to the couch before I began my rehearsed speech, but suddenly couldn't remember a word of it. Time to ad-lib i guess.
"My house in Portland is ready to move in, so I'm gonna be moving away from here in a few weeks."
Leila's expression changed from amusement to...slightly downtrodden perhaps? We had never made anything official about a relationship, and always kept things casual between us. We each had other people we were physical with, I'm sure, but I could understand how she felt. Leaving Rancho Hills, the place I called home for most of my life, would be hard but only because of the people here.
However, this was the first instance that made me think that perhaps it would also be difficult for those I would be leaving behind. It was another sobering thought to say the least.
"So", she said after a few moments, "do you have an exact date or just keeping it loose?"
I thought about it for a moment. "No, nothing exact," I replied. "I have a fair number of people I want to say bye to, so it will take me a while to work through them."
"In more ways than one, I would imagine," Leila jibbed.
"And are you hoping to be privy to one of those ways," I shot back.
She stood up and headed for the door. "Perhaps," she said. Opening the door, she turned back to face me. "Since you will be departing this fair shit hole of a town soon, I think this dinner you're going to take me to should be more extravagant than some rolled tacos with extra guacamole.
"Find a nice, fancy restaurant, something with a dress code, while I go get changed." With that she exited my apartment and entered her own.
Not one to argue with a woman, I hit the phone book for the nicest place I could find. Turned out that it was not so far away in wine country. The place was on top of a set of hills that overlooked a great distance to the south and west and had wonderful sunset views in addition to the vineyard which the restaurant was a part of.
Calling ahead to make reservations, the woman on the other end sounded a bit huffy. A good sign for a fancy eatery, as I have discovered. After some negotiation and the promise of a very healthy tip, I had a table for two in a private, upstairs garden balcony overlooking wine country with a sunset view. I ran to the ATM and got cash out just in case my card didn't work (there was a daily spending limit after all).
Getting back to my place, I dug around for my best suit (one of two I own). It was the Italian one I got in Portland and the three times I've worn it my companions complimented me on its fit.
After washing up, putting on cologne and getting dressed, I was ready to go. I wanted to dress to impress, since Leila thought she was all that and a bag of chips. I wanted to show her how well I cleaned up so she would perhaps, for once, give me a head turn or two.
While wondering how long I should wait until I knock on Leila's door, a knock came to mine. Answering it I saw a vision of what heaven must look like.
Leila had done her thick, curly hair in a perfect bun style. Her makeup was simple but executed with precision from her lightly smoky eyeshadow to her bright red lips.
Her dress, though, was going to get stares from blind men. It was a strapless black number with a bodice that barely container her full DD breasts, smoothly going down to a skirt with a high slit up the right side that greatly exposed her hip, and a vertical cutout on the front left showed no small amount of hip and upper thigh; more than enough to confirm she could not possibly be wearing any panties. A shawl was draped over one arm, which matched her dress. She finished it with strappy black heels that wrapped up her calf, looking like they belonged to a greek goddess.
I think I was staring for about an hour and a half cause Leila nearly yelled to get my attention.
"Sorry, what?" I said coming out of my daze.
She laughed lightly, which made her breasts jiggle slightly in her dress. "I said, are you OK to drive? Should I get a jacket to cover up?"
"Not on your life," I replied, ogling her fully one more time.
