He delicately laid his hand over the nearest breast. And just as anticipated, the feel of Kimberly was warm, silky and sexy. Jim's arousal returned as he carefully took hold of Kimberly's breast with his thumb on one side and fingers on the other. He thought of everything he was going to do to those luscious breasts the next time he and Kimberly had sex. And while doing so, his other hand managed to wedge under the covers and under his boxers to stroke his erect penis to orgasm.
Apparently, Jim had gotten a little too excited. Maybe he was beginning to squeeze Kimberly's breast; for she suddenly woke up and slapped Jim's hand away. “Excuse me, do you mind?”
Jim apologized, “Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were sleeping.”
Did that really excuse Jim for his invasion of Kimberly's privacy?
Kimberly quickly buttoned her nightgown and then turned on her side, facing away from Jim. It looked like the only breasts that Jim would get to play with were the ones that belonged to Ekaterina!
Chapter 40
Actually, Ekaterina wasn't all that bad. Through all the daily encounters of sex magick, something was happening to her. And if Jim didn't know any better, Ekaterina was beginning to care for her appearance. She apparently adopted the new practice of bathing every day. Ekaterina's lifeless, split, gray and terribly thin hair was seemingly coming back to life. She wore makeup. Her dull, bloodshot eyes were suddenly clear and bright with an extra sparkle when looking at Jim. Ekaterina was beginning to wear colorful clothing, and might have even burned those old, black, faded dresses. Her new outfits suggested a cute, curvy figure—something to captivate a man's attention. Sex can apparently do amazing things for an older woman!
But it was more than simply an old lady who washed, put on makeup and wore new clothes. To illustrate this mysterious phenomenon of Ekaterina's transformation, the reader would have to consider those times in life when a man begins to look at older women. Perhaps you're a man and can recall these moments quite well. In college years, you might have allowed your attention to escape your group of friends and your young girlfriend, to gaze over at a table and notice an attractive woman in her thirties. In those days, a woman that age would have been considered an older woman. She was sexy, alluring and very intriguing. How you wished and fantasized to be with a woman like this.
One day, you reach thirty years old. Attracted to the pretty, young girls and women your own age; you might allow your attention to momentarily escape the wife and kids to notice a woman in her early forties, sitting at a nearby table in a restaurant. There is something undeniable in her appearance; something that suggests this woman to be powerful and sexy with a perfected beauty that a younger woman could never have. How you wish to get to know this woman, become her friend, experience the moment when you boldly give her kiss. And sex with her would be out of this world!
How about that woman in her late forties? Sure, you'd have no problem being with her. Women are learning to take care of themselves and remain youthful in their appearance as they get older. Early-to-mid-fifties? Women at that age begin to change. Although at times sensitive, a bit emotional and moody; she can be very friendly and outgoing. She does everything in her power to remain youthful and attractive. She comes to the office on a summer morning in a short-sleeve blouse, boasting skin that—although has slightly aged—is still inviting the onlooker to touch. An hour or so later, a shawl or sweater covers this up for she gets cold. As a man gets older, he realizes that menopause isn't the end of attractiveness for a woman. She's aged, but how you'd love to take her to bed with you!
Then comes a day that you walk through the store, and notice a woman in her sixties staring at you with bedroom eyes. Just like a younger woman, she is dressed in nice clothing and does her best to remain attractive. But she's old enough to be your mother—quite possibly a granny! Yet she's inviting you, nearly asking out loud to give her one, last moment of romance and sex. Once-upon-a-time you would have gagged at such a thought or suggestion. And you might even do this, initially, now. Then you take a second look and notice something appealing. Yes, you could be easily convinced. In fact you are already convinced, doing your best to refrain from pawing at the ground with erotic fantasies of an afternoon in bed with a woman who is old enough to be a grandmother to your children.
This is the state of appearance that Ekaterina suddenly reached. She went from a sloppy, dirty, stinky old witch; to a sexy and alluring old lady. Jim was beginning to look forward to the daily sexual encounters with her.
* * *
Today, Ekaterina stood before the window in the small area of her cottage that would be considered the family room. Even Ekaterina's home was coming back to life! It was neat and clean with no used dishes lying around. It was decorated with pictures along with the sudden appearance of small statues and knickknacks on tables or shelves. There was also the undeniable aroma of sweet, scented candles and the glow of candle flame. Ekaterina's home was now a place that made visitors feel good.
“I want to ask you something.” informed Ekaterina while standing before the window. She wore a serious expression while looking at Jim. “Are you still with your girlfriend?”
“Amber?” asked Jim. “To tell you the truth, I haven't seen or heard from Amber in a few weeks. I think it's over. Do you want me to totally forget about her?”
Ekaterina nodded, yes. “You cannot have someone else while doing this with me. You must be all mine. Your wife I don't mind… sort of. But you must definitely leave your girlfriend!”
In the small amount of time that Jim had spent with Ekaterina since late December, he couldn't help but realize that they shared a relationship far deeper than the silly affair with Amber. Ekaterina immediately became a friend to Jim, taught him how to enjoy vodka, gave insight into his life through guided scrying, and even exhibited some positive changes after having sex with him. If that weren't enough, Jim was developing some strong feelings for Ekaterina. Being asked to leave Amber for good was certainly no problem.
“Sure, no problem!” reassured Jim. “Is that all that's bothering you? I don't care about her anymore. My life has become so much better since becoming your friend.” He approached Ekaterina and embraced her. He caressed her back so tenderly and lovingly while deeply breathing in the smell of Ekaterina's perfume. Then he pulled back enough to see her face up close. Although still aged, there was something about Ekaterina; something in her eyes that Jim desired to deeply drink in. The only way to satisfy this sort of feeling and attraction is to kiss the lips of a lover. This is what Jim did; savoring every bit of softness and warmth as well as the way Ekaterina received his kisses. He tasted her breath and couldn't wait to slip his tongue in her mouth.
And then it all just went crazy after that. Clothes suddenly come off in these early moments of falling in love. Jim couldn't strip Ekaterina of her blouse fast enough. When finally removed and tossed on the chair, he nearly shook while taking hold of her bra. Those large, Russian torpedo breasts needed to be seen right then and there. Had Ekaterina fought Jim's hands, her bra would have been torn off. But she was eager to be fondled and sucked. Her breasts bulged out to be naked and free. Even they had gone through a transformation. What were once the cold and stiff tits that belong to a witch were now soft and warm with luscious nipples that called out to be played with.
Kissing, sucking, biting and fondling, then to return to Ekaterina's lips; Jim soon removed the remainder of her clothes. He couldn't wait to glide those silk panties down Ekaterina's freshly-shaven legs. And of course his throbbing erection couldn't wait to be inside of her.
Ekaterina pulled her lover into the bedroom where they enjoyed some of the hottest sex one could ever dream up in one afternoon.
So if ever there comes a time when you encounter an old woman out in public who cannot take her eyes off of you, remember that you could easily be convinced! The two of you could do amazing things for one another!
Chapter 41
A couple days passed after Kimberly completed her Zpak
antibiotic therapy. From what she could determine, that nasty bug had been defeated. But then she woke up on the third morning with some disappointing news for her husband. “I think I'm sick, again. My throat's all sore like before and…” Kimberly suddenly coughed, making that dry, hacking sound.
Jim felt sorry for his wife, “Oh, you don't sound good.”
Kimberly shook her head while swallowing. Just the sound was indicator enough of a throat that was terribly swollen and sore.
“Oh, honey; why don't you call the doctor? Maybe you need more antibiotics.”
Kimberly coughed some more and then replied with a raspy voice, “I'm going to do that later this morning.”
* * *
It was only necessary for Kimberly to call Dr. Krause and inform her that she was sick, again.
“Okay, I'm going to give you another five day dose of Zpak. I'll have the office call it in to your pharmacy. Pick it up ASAP! And be sure to take the initial dose ASAP!”
Kimberly did exactly as instructed, and by the second day she was feeling much better. And of course she was sure to complete the five day treatment, this time including extra doses of vitamin C and getting plenty of rest.
But alas, by the third morning after Kimberly had completed her second five-day therapy of antibiotics, the blasted sore throat returned along with the dry, hacking sensation in her bronchial tubes. What sort of super bug invaded poor Kimberly's body?
It just so happened that Kimberly received a telephone call that morning from one of the moms of another orchestra student at Mapleview Community High School. Anna was acting director of the orchestra program for the school year and had set out to inform parents that morning of the annual bakery sale fund raiser.
“We've had much success with this in recent years, Kimberly. Families bake pastries, cookies, cakes, brownies—anything sweet—and then we sell them at the arts and crafts fair. But if contributing, expect to make tons of whatever you supply. If you make cookies, bring a couple dozen batches! A special cake; make about a half dozen cakes! The craft show brings in crowds of people and we always run out before the day is over. $11,000 we made last year!”
Kimberly coughed over the phone and spoke with her cracked voice. “Wow! You do that well?”
“Absolutely!” replied Anna.
Kimberly had a knack for baking and wished to contribute. But her words were so painfully spoken over the phone with a low, raspy voice and coughing in between. “I can make this (cough, cough) toffee and (cough, cough, cough…) Excuse me! I can make a toffee and chocolate chip cookie. How would 15 or 20 dozen sound?”
Anna immediately noticed of how ill Kimberly sounded over the phone. “Honey, you sound horrible! Are you okay? Do you have that nasty bug that's been going around?”
Kimberly coughed some more, “I'm sick as a dog. I've taken 2 rounds of antibiotics, but it keeps coming back.”
That's when Anna informed Kimberly of the super bug that would plague her for many weeks. “Oh, I had that same bug back in October. I was sick all through the holidays; fevers, infected bronchial passages, nasty sore throats, runny nose…”
Kimberly gave more information, “I've taken two rounds of Zpak already…”
Anna interrupted, “Yup! The bug is immune to it! The Zpak will only put it on ice, but it comes back. For me, it seemed to travel up the bronchial passages and to my nose and throat. I had wicked cold symptoms for a few days and then it would work its way back down to my chest. I figured my body was getting rid of it, but then it traveled back up to my nose and throat, making me terribly sick for a few days. It'll actually bounce back and forth a bunch of times before your body finally defeats it. It's some kind of super bug!”
Kimberly coughed some more, “I'm so sick! I don't know what to do!”
“It'll be about 3 months before you feel better. There's nothing you can do to treat this. Just let it run its course. I totally feel for you!” Then Anna changed the topic back to the fund raiser. “The bake sale will be in April.” It was currently February. “Do you think you'll be alright by then to make those cookies?”
“I should be okay.” replied Kimberly
“Okay, I'll put you down for 20 dozen cookies.”
Chapter 42
It was towards the end of the week, but not quite Friday—only Thursday. As usual, that annoying alarm clock woke Amber up for the day, announcing it was time to get ready for work. And just like many mornings, Amber scuffed over to the computer to wake up over Facebook before hitting the shower.
Much to Amber's surprise she received another message as indicated in the counter at the top of the screen. That familiar surge of adrenaline and excitement could be felt. Was it Daren?
Yes, it certainly was Daren! After many days he finally messaged her again. Maybe he was going to confess to how badly he wanted Amber. Every woman, after all, secretly wishes for a man to strongly desire her to the point of no longer holding back.
But what was this? This time he sent her a letter of apology.
“Amber,
I think I might have done something that I shouldn't have. I am really sorry for sending you that previous message. I guess I was overtired on that Monday night when traveling all those hours, and it carried over to the following morning. For a few weeks I've been in panic mode and thinking, 'What have I done?' I feel so stupid, and again, I want to apologize. It won't happen again.
Daren”
Amber clicked her tongue in disappointment while shaking her head in disbelief. What the hell was this? What in the world made Daren think that he did something wrong? Ever since Amber received the message from Daren, she had been eagerly waiting for another one. But now it seemed that he was no longer interested.
Just then, Trista scuffed her way across the family room and on her way into the kitchen.
“Trista, come here.” ordered Amber.
Trista did as Mother asked and felt an equal amount of excitement in anticipation of another message from Daren. “Is it that guy?” she asked. “Did he send you another message?”
Now standing over Mother's shoulder, Trista read what Daren had sent. Then she commented, “Huh? What's this guy's problem? One minute he wants you, and then he changes his mind?”
“I know!” agreed Amber. She continued to slowly shake her head in disbelief and then looked up to her daughter, “I don't know; maybe I was being rude in not replying back? Maybe this message reveals some truth. Maybe my silence caused him to freak out for a few weeks, and made him second guess himself?”
“No!” answered Trista. “He knows better. He should know how to play the game. If a guy is interested, he is not supposed to be hitting on you or asking you out on Facebook. Only a loser does this. He is supposed to go up to you in person. When he finally does approach you in person, you are supposed to totally reject him. Let the guy work for you. Never appear interested.” Trista was a teenager and definitely an expert in dating—even in the adult world.
Mother stared at her daughter and remained speechless. Where did these new rules come from? From what Amber remembered, a girl wasn't supposed to appear desperate like she'd take anyone. But to totally reject a guy that she wanted just to see him work sounded so cold and heartless. Is this what guys wanted now days?
Amber sighed and closed the Facebook screen. “I suppose you're right.” It's a good thing that she had Trista to guide her. Amber would have replied back, apologizing for her delayed response, and reassuring that Daren had done nothing wrong. But it's a different world now. Despite how badly Amber wanted Daren, she was supposed to push the man away and reject him.
While walking to the bathroom, Amber suddenly stopped and turned towards her daughter to ask a burning question. But Trista already made her way into the kitchen. This was a good thing! Amber was about to ask when it was appropriate for a woman to finally give in. But that would have made Amber seem clueless to the dating scene.
For so long Amber had walked on cloud nine at work with the feeling o
f being so wanted. She was so powerful; a sex goddess with the ability to push Daren over the edge to the point of unleashing and attacking her. But now the game had grown cold. He apologized for the previous message and was done chasing Amber.
What about those weeks over the holidays when Daren visited Amber at the jewelry counter? He tried so hard to have coffee with her and made up some silly story about a troubled relationship with a girlfriend. At least Amber did the right thing at that moment. She rejected Daren just as Trista would have advised. If a man were truly serious, Amber speculated, he would invite a woman out to be wined and dined and then taken to the opera or someplace fancy. Expecting to have coffee with a woman is probably for losers.
So when was Daren going to return? And would he ever send another message on Facebook?
* * *
Meanwhile at the historic Trivelli house…
For Mary; clothes and jewelry were always nice gifts to receive. But after being married for a couple of years, she saw nothing wrong with receiving a new dishwasher for Valentine's Day. Besides, this sort of practical gift could be given in addition to a sentimental gift from Daren.
It was Saturday morning, a week away from Valentine's weekend when Mary so nonchalantly suggested to her husband the possibility of purchasing a new dishwasher. Daren seemed on edge that week, and Mary was careful to approach him about the dishwasher over breakfast.
But much to Mary's surprise, Daren seemed receptive to the idea, even suggested shopping for one that morning. “What do you say we hop in the car and cruise over to Best Buy or Walmart for one?” he asked.
But Mary already had her dishwasher picked out. She saw it in a recent advertisement and was impressed. All she needed to do was check it out in person; make sure it was roomy and ultra-silent while washing. “There's a nice one over at the Mapleview Department Store. Let's go over there.”
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