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The end of Pt. 03-
Standing, she took off her jacket and laid it across the couch. She asked, “How ’bout you make me a strong cup of black coffee while I take a shower?”
“Uh, use my bathroom in the back. Towels are behind the door.”
As she walked across the room toward the hall, she unzipped her skirt and started pulling it down. She stopped and, turning with a smile, said “You look great, by the way.”
The Beginning of Pt. 04-
My day had been so normal up ’til 10 minutes ago. I couldn’t believe that she was here.
Lisa wanted something. Could she really want me? Why the hell would she fly in and barge in on my Saturday afternoon unannounced? She was currently in my shower about 30 feet away, naked.
How did I feel about seeing her again? She did look great. She wanted to talk about me having been a good lover. But that was 10 years ago. Sure, it had been great, but we were just kids. Talking about it now was madness. It was true that I hadn’t been able to find anyone to be with since Abby. I was still grieving- of course I was. We’d have bought that house and probably been pregnant by now. We’d have been happy. But all that was gone now. I didn’t deserve to be happy- I felt guilty just thinking about it.
“Shit, what’s the point of…” I said out loud.
I decided to just wait and listen to what Lisa had to say. I got up and got made a French Press coffee in the big pot. I was going to need some too.
Just as I was pushing the plunger down, she came padding down the hall wearing my bathrobe. Abby and I had honeymooned at a great, stupidly expensive, hotel on the northern California coast. It had magnificent views of the waves crashing on rocks. When we weren’t in bed or in the large hot tub in our bathroom, we were sitting on the overstuffed sofa watching the ocean. The Archers and my folks got together and paid for the whole thing. They said it was because we had opted for a small, immediate family only wedding.
The bathrobes were a gift of the hotel. They were bright white and made of the thickest, softest terrycloth ever. Six years later, mine was just as soft and comfortable as it had ever been. Abby’s was in a box in my parent’s garage.
“Coffee’s ready,” I announced. “I forget what you like in it.”
“Strong and black is all I ask for.”
I grabbed a black mug with the initials KCRW on it- a membership gift from my favorite public radio station- filled it and set it on the table near her.
“Wow, what kind of beans are those,” she asked after blowing some steam off.
“I like this Ethiopian bean- I can’t even pronounce the name. I get it at Bristol Farms. It’s the most expensive market in the world. I do most of my shopping at Trader Joes, but coffee is important.”
I gave her the short version of the history of the bathrobe. “I found it behind the door in your bathroom. It’s wonderful.”
“Do you want something to eat?”
“Not now, I’m beginning to sober up and the coffee will help. Maybe then.”
“I think we should go for a drive. I’d like to show you something. Then we can have an early dinner. I’ll make a reservation at Moon Shadows- it’s right on the beach up in Malibu.”
Looking out the window, I could see the fog beginning to roll in. When you live at the beach, the cold sea breeze sometimes turns around and blows back onto the land bringing fog with it even in the summer. Have to be ready.
“Do you have warm clothes?” I asked.
“Jeans and a sweatshirt okay?”
“I’ll get you a coat.”
“Can I finish the coffee?”
“Sure, no rush.”
Conversation lagged as we sipped our coffees looking out the window at the landscaped median of my apartment complex. Murphy curled himself up on the couch next to Lisa. An older couple walked by my picture window with their dog but took no notice of us. They already had their jackets zipped up.
I made the reservations for dinner.
“Do you have a place to stay already? I mean, you could stay in the second bedroom. I use it as an office, but I could take some stuff off the bed, and it should be comfortable.”
“I made a reservation at the Marriot, but I’d rather stay here if you’re sure it’s alright.”
“Lisa, why are you here? It occurred to me, from what you said, that you might be intending to seduce me.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, of course I’m intending to try to seduce you. I didn’t just fly cross country to see your apartment. But its more than that. Remember, I committed myself to brutal honesty with you years ago. I’m looking for a man like that boy who took my virginity. I’ve looked and looked but I never found anyone like him.”
“By the way, I’ve been rehearsing what I’d say to you since I got this crazy idea.”
“It’s sinking in that I’m 28 years old and if I don’t find a life partner that fulfills me soon, I may never find him. Yeah, the sex is important, but I’m really looking for someone I can trust, someone I can talk to, someone who wants to know me.”
I’m looking for someone to whom I can open my womb, both literally and figuratively. Ankara escort I can’t imagine a whole life lived like I’ve lived the past 10 years. I need a Christopher.”
Her eyes had welled with tears, and she stopped talking. She wiped her face on the soft sleeve of the robe. Setting down the coffee cup she looked at me. I saw relief on her face. She had said what she had meant to say. It was clearly my turn to respond.
“Okay, wow, that must have been hard. I hear you. You know I’m still grieving for Abby- probably always will- but we did have a remarkable connection way back when. A lot of things have happened to me that I never saw coming. My best suggestion is that we spend some time together and see what we think of each other today. Get dressed and we’ll go for a drive. Did you bring some sneakers?”
She was smiling as she steered her rolling suitcase back down the hall.
The heater on the Porsche was world-class, and easily warmed the interior of the car even with the top down. I put in a cassette of classical Spanish guitar music. When it started playing, Lisa said, “You remembered. I started to learn this piece a few years back, but the finger picking was so complex I gave up on it. These speakers are great.”
I turned up the volume as we hustled up the Coast Highway with remarkably little traffic except for jaywalking beachgoers.
Just past Pacific Palisades there’s a little beach called Las Tunas. Right there is a little street called La Peña Road. It was so small and poorly marked that most people never see it. I turned at what is a comfortable speed in the Porsche. “Wow,” Lisa remarked as she was pulled toward me by centrifugal force. About 1/2 mile up, I pulled off the road near a trail heading up the hill.
“What’s this?”
“I said I wanted to show you something.”
I popped the front trunk and got out. I pulled a blanket and a bottle of water out and reached over to take Lisa’s hand. It felt good in mine. I led her up the trail. She didn’t need any help, even on the part that had washed out in the spring rains.
At the top, we came to a sloping ridge completely carpeted with the three main Southern California wildflowers. The mustard was about 3 feet tall and crowned with small bright yellow flowers. Underneath were lupin, bright purple, and florescent orange California poppies. The sky was blue, and the deep green of the oak leaves made the colors look that much brighter.
“Notice anything different up here?”
“You mean besides the flowers? Hey yeah, there’s no fog. You can look right out over the top of it.”
“In these parts, the fog banks are shallow, usually no more than 300-400 feet deep. We’re at about 460 feet right here.”
She squinted at me, “How do you know that?”
As I laid the blanket down on the flower bed, I said, “I’ve got some builder friends who want to buy about half a section of land here- about 320 acres, and I have an opportunity to invest in the project. Some of it is like this and some of it is unusable hillside. We figure we could sell off ten 10-acre lots to get seed money and use that to start building custom houses up here. We figure there’s room for twenty beautiful 10-acre lots altogether.”
“If the whole thing happens, this will be my lot. Of course, it doesn’t look like this all year, the ground cover all turns brown in the fall, but I’ll have city and ocean views. Can you hear that?”
“What?” she asked.
“Exactly, the way everything’s contoured, you can’t hear the Coast Highway from here, and yet it’s less than half a mile away. And look at these beautiful mature oak trees. There’s also a stand of huge eucalyptus down over there.”
“You going to do it?” she asked excitedly.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Seems like too good an offer to pass up. I’m just not sure about living all the way up here all by myself.”
She looked surprised. “Once you make up your mind, you won’t be single very long. Looks like I may have barged in on your life just in the nick of time.”
“It’s a reason to keep going with the ‘Let’s hang out for a while and see how we like each other now’ plan. Mind if I sit here for a little while?” I dropped to one knee and sat down on the blanket. The sun felt good.
Walking in a big circle around me, Lisa began, “Treading cautiously here, I am reminded that I have some money in the bank that could use a good investment. Is there any way I could look at the numbers?”
“I’m in because it was my idea. I saw the property come on the market and talked to Mike and Dan about it. They drew up the actual plan, so I’ll have to ask them, but I don’t see why not.
She smiled as she sat down next to me. “This is so nice.”
I laid back and closed my eyes. I heard her do the same. She reached out and squeezed my hand and let go. I was secretly sad when she withdrew.
I awoke to a touch on the shoulder, “Hey, sleepyhead, I thought we had early reservations.”
The sun had disappeared behind some oaks and the air was chillier. A quick glance Ankara escort bayan at my watch showed me we had 20 minutes to go before our reservations. I took a big swig of water and offered it to Lisa. She did the same.
Walking back to the car, I said, “I remember how good it was between us. Even though we brought out the “L” word a bit early, it was exactly what I was feeling. What I really appreciated was what you told me about what it feels like to be a woman, what you wanted and needed to feel safe. That came in very handy.”
We arrived at the car, and I opened the door for her. She got in and I tossed the blanket into the “back seat”. With 9 minutes to go, I launched the car onto the Coast Highway northbound with an authoritative “Vroooom”.
We arrived, parked, and walked in exactly 2 minutes late by my watch. “Right this way, sir,” the hostess said. Since it was early, we got a ‘two-top’ table overlooking the beach. The sun was streaming through the windows from the right. There were some surfers and quite a few beachgoers, mostly getting ready to leave.
She ordered a Glenlivet, and I got a Knob Creek- both rocks. We half-heartedly looked at our menus. There still was much to say. “Okay, I’ll go first. You want to know about Abby.”
“Only as much as you’re comfortable telling me.”
“Shit, I never had a problem telling you anything and I’m not going to start now. I have a feeling it might be just what I need.”
She smiled.
I started at the beginning and didn’t stop until it was over. We took a break to order our dinner, but I was done before our meals arrived. I teared up as I was describing the hospital stuff and she reached across the small table and gently took my hand.
“I haven’t dated for over 2 years because I feel like it would be cheating on her. I know that sounds ridiculous and my friends and family have told me time and again that Abby wouldn’t have wanted to have me alone. I can’t stand the thought that ‘moving on’ is somehow leaving her behind. In light of that obsession which, I admit, sounds crazy, none of the women I’ve been introduced to, or met along the way, have seemed worth it.”
I snapped out of my reveries when our food arrived. I had ordered the Shrimp Scampi and she a New York steak with garlic mashed potatoes. We both smiled remembering the garlic bread sticks on our first date.
After a couple of bites and a “Mmmmm, that’s good,” I said, “Okay, now your story- only what you’re comfortable with.”
“Oh God, I was afraid I’d have to wade through all this again. Do I have to? It’s all so painful to tell. Not sure where to begin.”
“Only what you’re comfortable with.”
“Chris, my dear, I’ve been comfortable with you since 11th grade. I’m just afraid you’ll be shocked and bored.”
“Not a chance.”
She started a litany of stories about various people, most of which I no longer remember. Her first husband was from Israel and apparently, he was a little too macho. His taking the lead was exciting at first, but after a couple of years of being told what to do and comments about how she just wasn’t good enough, she caught him cheating with a business associate and filed for divorce. He came from a wealthy family, and they paid Lisa and her lawyer well to keep quiet about the whole thing.
Her second husband’s name was Benjamin. He didn’t like being called Ben. At first, he bent over backward to please her. He bought them a beautiful suburban house near Burlington, Vermont. He worked for a company selling home furnishings. He travelled a lot for work and spent more time away as he was given promotion after promotion. She was lonely so she took several lovers, including a woman named Susan. It was fun at first, but Susan ended up being too needy and threatened to tell Benjamin. Since she was cheating on her husband, she could never trust any of them and without trust, she found no fulfillment, emotional or physical.
Benjamin did the same thing her first husband did; he had an affair with a business associate, but this time it was with a man. The man’s wife found out about it and showed up on their doorstep one evening screaming and threatening Benjamin. Lisa got a very, very good settlement from him as well and, in the commotion, her unfaithfulness was never brought to light.
That was just 9 months before our dinner at the beach. Since then both Carla and Lisa’s mom, Karen, had urged her to contact me. “And, here I am,” she concluded.
The dishes were cleared, and a dessert tray offered. “I’m thinking about a different kind of dessert,” Lisa whispered across the table.
I took her hand as we left the table. Outside, she steered me toward a bench, set on the edge of the parking lot facing the beach. She sat down next to me, still holding hands.
After a minute of listening to the surf, she said, “I don’t want to rush you or cause you psychological stress, but I really, really want to kiss you right now.”
I disengaged my hand and put my arm around her. She leaned in- about 90% Escort Ankara of the way, closed her eyes, and waited. She was saying that it had to be my decision. Christ but her lips looked inviting. I chuckled.
“What?”
“I’m sorry, this is a serious moment, but I was remembering our first kiss at the drive-in. You kept your eyes open.”
“You did too,” she giggled. “Come here,” she said as she leaned in all the way and kissed me with soft, closed lips. Her lips were noticeably warm against mine. Two more closed mouth kisses. She stood up, stepped across the bench with her right leg and draped her left leg over my lap to decrease the distance between us.
We kissed like that for about 15 minutes. It was one of those unhurried, ‘I could do this forever’ kissing sessions- full of promise but with no immediate urge to escalate. Our heartrates and breathing were elevated. When she kissed my neck and ears, I could feel the blood flow to my cock change. Several groups of people walked by during our make-out session, but I barely noticed.
“Shit,” I exclaimed, “Murphy is probably needing his evening walkies and wondering where his dinner is. I’m sorry but we gotta go.”
“Fine with me.” A couple of more delicious kisses and she disentangled herself from me and we walked to the car.
“Murphy!” I said as I put my key into the lock. “I’m sorry buddy.” He came out onto the front porch and walked in circles around us, panting and wagging his tale. “First, walkies, I think.”
Grabbing his leash from the hook, I hooked him up and shut the door. “We go this way,” I said, turning left and going down toward a local park by the beach. Lisa and I held hands. We were both smiling much more broadly than normal. The park was fenced so I turned him loose. The sun had set but the sky was still light. Lisa’s face was happy and peaceful but there was an intensity in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around me and looked up expectantly. More kissing, but this time was more passionate. She took my hand and put it on her breast. I obligingly rubbed and pinched in all the areas that seemed appropriate.
Murphy and I usually spent half an hour or so on our walk, but after about 15 minutes, Lisa called him, took the leash from me, and said, “Home.” Murphy was fine with it. She led him back the way we’d come and waited for me to fumble with my keys. I opened the door, Lisa unsnapped the leash, and we all went in.
She quickly found the dog dish and the bag of food on the counter just above it. After filling the bowl, she walked to the couch and sat down. I joined her and there was an awkward moment when we both realized there was nothing now keeping us from extending our kissing sessions all the way to the bedroom. It was obvious that she was waiting to see how I reacted.
I thought, here’s a beautiful available woman, one that I was, at one time, in love with. She’s in my house, apparently ready to go to bed with me. More than that, she said she wanted to BE with me. I thought of Abby and realized that the voice urging me forward was hers. “I’m tired of watching you suffer and blame yourself for surviving. I love you and want you to be happy. If the roles were reversed, you’d be saying the same thing to me. Go ahead and take the chance. It might be wonderful.”
Thinking of the roll-reversal thing, I made up my mind. I stood up, leaned down and picked her up from the couch, one arm under her knees and one behind her back, like the final scene from “An Officer and a Gentleman”. I carried her to my bedroom and set her on her feet next to the bed.
“Yes,” I said as I lifted her shirt over her head. “Yes,” I said as I unbuttoned her jeans. “Yes,” I said as I sat her on the bed and pulled her pants off. “Yes,” we said as I unclasped her bra, and again when I slid her tiny panties down and off her hips. She was extravagantly and proudly naked before me. It took all my willpower to slow down as I removed my own clothes. Although I knew we would be joined again in a matter of seconds, it seemed like it was taking forever.
“Like the first time?” she asked.
“I’d like nothing better.”
She must have remembered well because she laid back on the bed with one knee bent, twisting one nipple, and rubbing her hand across her pussy lips just like our first time.
She welcomed my approach and positioned herself for immediate entry with her knees raised and her legs spread wide. “Let me help,” she said as she grasped my fully turgid cock and aimed it. “Now, do it now,” she whispered.
I fell on her like a pallet of bricks, bottoming out in one stroke. “OH,” she cried. I pulled back and slammed back in, each time with an “OH.”
I was relentless. I was in a sexual rage- pounding and pounding, slap, slap, slap- my balls bouncing off her ass. I knew she liked it hard and rough, but I just couldn’t get enough. She was so wet that there was very little friction, but it felt so exquisite to be back where I belonged.
I leaned forward and kissed her with the same vigor as I was assaulting her pussy. I could feel my beard stubble scratching her face, but neither of us could be bothered with small details. When I leaned back, she craned her neck forward to see my cock penetrating her, over and over. She tilted her pelvis forward and back in time with my rhythm to increase the impact of each thrust.
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