Matchmaking

After Sarah and I shared our first kiss, we returned to The Professor (John) and continued to show him affection.  
 
Feeling the mass of this man I’d once loved so deeply made me dizzy with desire, but a nagging sense of regret overcame me as I paused and bowed my head with John's cock resting against my lips. I knew what needed to happen. John should have Sarah and I knew she wanted him. Yes, they should have each other, and I should find Joseph as quickly as possible. The depth of my arousal would have to go somewhere!  
 
I rose and let Sarah continue while I warmed my hands against the top of her head. It was magical to see her so filled with desire after being rejected by David. Yes, this needed to be her night.  
 
I knew it was time and took them both by the hands.  
 
“Follow me,” I said, and they did.  
 
As we walked naked past her daughter’s room, Taylor Swift sang something about never ever ever getting back together. I smiled at the irony as I looked down at my tummy and thought of Sarah’s husband, David.
 
When we entered Sarah’s bedroom, I brought my hands together and joined them both smiling at each other. With the three of us standing naked in the dimly lit room, my heart raced with a mix of emotions. The warmth of Sarah's hand in mine. Her kiss. John's warmth and memories of his love. It felt surreal and sent shivers down my spine. The melody of Taylor Swift's lyrics played in the background, a serendipitous soundtrack to this unexpected turn.
 
Closing the door, I couldn't help but feel like an unseen force guided them toward a destiny they both deserved. The room filled with a shared anticipation, and in that moment, I knew I had made the right choice. It was time to step back and let their desires unfold without me.  
 
As I left them to explore the depths of their newfound connection, a bittersweet smile danced on my lips. The echoes of the past lingered, but I was determined to find my own path. Joseph awaited, and perhaps this night held the possibility of love for us.  
 
I listened for a minute outside the bedroom door. When I heard the sounds of lovemaking it was clear that I’d made the right decision. I couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment. Sometimes, giving love is more about stepping away to let others find what they need.  
 
As I dressed then drove away, I couldn't help but feel like an angel who had guided two souls toward a beautiful union, knowing that love had once again found its way, and perhaps, so would I.