Laid 2 Rest: Two Halves of a Whole

by Melanie Rose

  Oh my. A scene from a wedding at sunset on the shores of the Greek Isle filled my vision suddenly. OH MY LORD. I’m married to Jay.

  Raising my arm to look at my left hand, I found that sure enough, there sat a huge rock on my ring finger. I laughed aloud. I couldn’t help it. Did I just erase the last ten years of my sad, pitiful, lonely life and replace it with everything that I have ever wanted? I must be dreaming… there is no way that this could possibly be real.

  Pictures from our past swam around in my head along with continuous new ones. I cannot be this lucky, I thought, mentally fighting with myself. No one is this lucky, in fact.

  Have my prayers really been answered after all this time?

  Please Lord, I only ask that you don’t provide me with everything I have ever wanted to just turn around and rip my fairytale away. Even my wildest of dreams couldn’t have dreamt this up, I realized as my body started shivering again from being happy, scared, elated, and panicked all at the same time.

  Jay shut the door behind him as he came back into the room, plunging us into complete darkness. Snuggling up next to me, he buried his face deep in my hair. “Are you feeling a little better? Should we call your doctor?”

  My memories showed me that we had built a strong, happy life together, but my brain still couldn’t process it. I needed to feel it, smell it, TASTE IT before I could fully accept that I wasn’t just fantasizing.

  “I’m a little better now. Thank you,” I said, ignoring the second question as I shifted closer to him, placing a hand on his face, tracing it with my fingers.

  I knew this face. With my eyes now adjusted to the dark, I found his orbs staring back at me. I felt so shy… timid even. Am I really allowed to touch him like this? Unable to accept that I was no longer bound to someone else, I found that I didn’t know what to do at that particular moment. My mind was going a hundred miles a minute, in a hundred different directions. Jay was my husband and I was his wife. We were actually together, happy, and raising a family of our own.

  Wow!

  He leaned in closer. “I love you. Both of you,” he assured me, placing a large warm hand on my belly.

  Closing the gap, I lightly pressed my lips to his for a few seconds, hesitantly. “We love you too,” I whispered while he kissed me sweetly back.

  Oh man, oh man, oh man!

  There was no need to worry anymore. I was no longer tied down to Diego. I have never been married to anyone else other than the man right next to me. There was no one standing between us now. I was perfectly free to love him and he was free to love me back.

  My heart could barely contain the overwhelming joy that hit me as I began to accept this new reality. I kissed him again, softly at first, but it was building and turned more passionate by the second. He pulled back for some air, unsure if I had totally lost my mind or not. One minute, I was a hysterical mess in the bathtub with a splitting headache and then the next; I was kissing the daylights out of him.

  I pleaded with my eyes, letting him know that I needed this… that I needed him. Please touch me. Prove to me that this is for real, babe.

  He groaned deep in his throat, still not 100% sure, but allowed me to recapture his lips anyway. Oh, man!

  My body vibrated as I felt his warm hand slide from my belly to cup my breast as the look in his eyes changed from concern to one of desire. Wrapping my leg over his hip shifting my body closer, he glided his hand from my breast to my thigh, up under my nightie and around to cup my bare ass. In one fluid move, he rolled me on top of him and whipped off the only thing I was wearing, leaving me completely exposed to him.

  His fingers were hot on my bare-naked skin as they burned a trail down my body. He caressed me as if touching me for the first time, causing my skin to goose pimple. He rolled us again, positioning himself back on top, kissed my lips before his tongue trailed down my neck to my breasts.

  I found they were a little sensitive due to my pregnancy, but his touch was warm and tender. He gently suckled each nipple before letting his tongue trail further down to my stomach, where he kissed my belly bump before continuing his journey down my outer thigh, around my knee, down to my tippy toes.

  Stripping himself out of his boxers, he nipped the sole of my foot before licking his way back up my leg. His tongue glided effortlessly along the side of my calf to my inner thigh, causing my toes to curl as his tongue reached the tip of my hot spot. I moaned deeply as he flicked back and forth, tasting me for the very first time. My fists twisted themselves around the sheets as I erupted into flames, sending tremors rippling throughout my body. He had never done this to me before, even though I now seem to have plenty of memories of it.

  Teasing me until I was on the verge of climax, his tongue released me to work its way higher. Pausing only once to kiss my belly again, he firmly reattached himself to my nipple.

  This is it folks. The moment we have all been waiting for!

  My eyes rolled back in pleasure when I felt my muscles stretch as he slid himself gently inside me and if I had thought he was large when he was sixteen, he is even bigger now that he is all grown up.

  I felt like a virgin again, losing my virginity to him for the second time in my life. I couldn’t breathe, this moment seemed so surreal. This was the first time we had made love since we were teenagers. My mind had the memories of us being together of course, but that’s all they were to me… just memories. What was happening now was real and my body relished in the feel of him inside of me again after all this time, but Jay was being far too gentle with me.

  Taking matters into my own hands, I wrapped both of my legs around his waist plunging him deeper inside of me. He paused, caught off guard, to look at me for a moment as if remembering something. I spun us, so I was back on top. He was shocked and a little taken back by my actions. I didn’t want slow and easy right now. I need some wild monkey love to release all the built up sexual tension I’d been tormented with from being around him these past couple of months.

  My movements were a lot faster than his were and by no means was I being as gentle with him as he was being with me. He had to bring his tempo up to match mines and needless to say, things got hot and sweaty real fast… down right rough! Our breathing was loud and heavy as Jay continued to impale me. I never wanted it to end. I had waited so long for this, but I climaxed harder than I ever imagined I could before triggering his orgasm with my own.

  I collapsed on his chest, panting while my breathing slowed. “I see my little sex goddess has returned,” he said, chuckling to himself.

  “That’s not gonna be a problem now is it, babe?” I said embarrassed, looking up at his face with hair matted to my head with sweat.

  “I’ve waited almost twenty years to see her again. So no, love… it is not a problem. Not a problem at all.”

  “Well… expect her to be around for a while.” I physically prepared him.

  We made love repeatedly that night until we were both spent. I lay content in his arms on cloud nine and watched him sleep. I still couldn’t believe it. I had prayed for this moment so many times.

  This is my life now, I told myself. He belonged to me and he was the proud father of our children… so why couldn’t I just relax and enjoy it.

  Afraid to let my guard down, allowing myself to fall asleep and find that this was just a dream, I was happily surprised to wake up wrapped in his arms the following morning. He is still here. This is real!

  Therefore, it was only right that I woke him up to make love to me again, just for good measure. There was nothing like getting broke off first thing in the morning to start your day off right. We jumped in the shower (where we made love again) and were dressed by the time the twins got up and had breakfast, before sending them off to catch the awaiting school bus.

  “What time do you have to go in today?” I asked my husband.

  “I have to leave in about an hour for a facility meeting,” he replied, thinking exactly what I was thinking. We had sex right then and there, in b
etween the twins plates of half-eaten waffles left on the kitchen table.

  Gees… I loved this man. He wasn’t scared to do it when and wherever the mood hit. I liked that… it really turns me on. You don’t need a bed or for it to be nighttime in order to do it. Once our hour was up, I sent him on his way with a huge smile on his handsome dimpled face.

  Jay had retired from professional basketball a year ago and took the position of head basketball coach at the local University after I somehow convinced him that moving to New Mexico would be a great change for us, even though I had never been here before. I claimed the climate was nicer, the schools were better and in my heart, I felt if I were to open up my own spa out here, it would really take off. We had made the move on a whim of mine and today, I was the proud owner of the successful spa and salon that I had always wanted.

  When I didn’t take that job at the jail, I had continued going to graphic design school for a few more weeks, but it didn’t feel right anymore. I had made the switch to massage school on a gut feeling and have been massaging ever since. I can only assume that it must have been a part of my core… just like Jay and the twins were.

  Heading over to my office later that morning, I couldn’t help but detour to my old neighborhood first. For some odd reason, I wanted to see my old house... the one that Diego and I had bought together.

  I just wanted to see if I felt any connection to it. Turning the corner onto my old street, I cringed when I found myself feeling slightly disappointed. Not about my old life, but for the structure itself.

  There in place of my beautiful 2-story, sat a plain single story home. The grass that I had replaced with gravel was growing unevenly and patchy in the front yard. My beautiful oak tree that had once provided my driveway with much-needed shade drooped unhappily, in desperate need of some love and attention.

  This was not my home anymore; I thought when I realized there was absolutely nothing keeping me there. It had no pull, effect, or hold on me that I could sense. Everything about this house felt distant and out-of-place. It carried a certain sadness to it. With one final glance over my shoulder, I drove away… never to return.

  The spa on the other hand was elegant and sophisticated. The feel of the lobby when you first entered the building reeked of calm. From the soft sounds of a trickling waterfall, to the subtle scent of the flickering eucalyptus candles burning away in the fireplace, even the warm and friendly earth-tone paint on the walls invited you to relax and stay a while. I soaked it all up, as I headed to the reception desk to greet my staff as the girl’s names popped into my head one by one. “Hello, ladies. How is everyone this morning?”

  “Great, good, or fine,” they all respond at the same time. “Jasmine, these came for you this morning,” one of the girls said, pointing to a large stunning bouquet of flowers. Stargazers and white roses (my favorite) filled the vase.

  Reaching over and grabbing the card out carefully so I didn’t prick myself, I grinned as I read, “Can’t wait to get home”. Red-faced, I giggled a little after noticing all the girls smiling up at me. Hope it wasn’t that obvious what the card had meant. Yikes.

  I proceeded to walk the floor for a while. This place was huge and we provided everything here. I employed half a dozen massage therapists along with several estheticians, hair stylists/barbers, a chiropractor, a physical therapist, and an acupuncturist. I had it all; you didn’t need to seek treatment anywhere else. I gave each employee 5% of the company, making them all part owner. I preferred it that way. My staff was more driven and that made the business that much more successful, because they all had a say so. It was their company too. If the spa did well, then we all reaped the rewards. I wasn’t the one getting rich from someone else’s hard labor. We were one tight bunch, like family, we had each other’s backs so the company ran smoother than most. I have to say, I am quite impressed with what we have managed to accomplish in only a years time.

  When Jay got home from work that night, he found me sitting on the couch with the twins watching cartoons. He kissed the top of each of their little heads, kissed my belly bump, and then finally my lips.

  “I have to talk mommy for a sec about something very important guys. We’ll be right back, okay,” he said to the kids, pulling me to my feet.

  “Alright, daddy,” they answered together like always.

  Jay had me in tow all the way down the hall to our bedroom and into the bathroom for some odd reason. Why did he need to talk to me in here?

  He answered my thoughts by picking me up and setting me down on the cold marble sink counter… his mouth coming down hungrily on mines. Turned out that he did not need to talk to me at all. He just couldn’t stand to wait until after the kids went to bed to be inside of me again, which lead to our little quickie in the bathroom.

  Throughout dinner, we sat and stared at each other A LOT with goofy smiles plastered on our faces. Neither one of us could wait to sneak away to do it again. This time we ended up in the laundry room and then again in the garage. We felt like teenagers trying not to be caught by our parents and were exhausted by the time the kids were finally in bed for the night, but that didn’t stop us.

  We still made love on every single piece of furniture in our bedroom that evening and in the morning; we both had to call into work sick because our legs were so weak. We lay naked in each other’s arms all day, trying to rebuild our strength after the twins had left for school. We slept most of the morning, but one of us had to surrender and get up to go find food.

  Jay grumpily slid off the bed and wondered off naked to the kitchen as I buried my head deeper into my pillow…

  That did it!

  I suddenly found myself sitting with Maya in her living room back in California. She was crying on my shoulder, so I patted her lightly on the back like an idiot until I could figure out what was wrong with her.

  However, this wasn’t a scene from my past. This was the present! She had just moved into this place a couple of weeks ago. I started stroking her hair and telling her that everything would be alright, but I had no idea what she was even crying about and by the looks of it… she’d been sobbing for a while. There were wadded up used tissues everywhere.

  “Why do I always attract such losers? Why can’t I have a good man like you? I’m tired, Jazz. I’m so tired of having to deal with the same old shit all the damn time! When will it be my turn? I just don’t know what to do anymore,” she said through her tears, making it difficult for me to understand her.

  Man… Maya is a freakin’ mess, while I’m being sexed up like crazy, I thought guiltily. What the hell could I say to make her feel better? “Maya, he’s out there somewhere. Out there just waiting for you. You’ll see… you’ll find the… perfect… guy… for… you,” I answered her robotically, but as I spoke, a plan started forming in my brain. I actually had a real solution for her problem this time. I already knew the perfect guy for her and so did she… she just couldn’t remember him. Guess I’m gonna have to fix that, now aren’t I?

  I returned to the present right as Jay came back into the room. “Wake up sleepy head. I found sustenance.”

  “Yumm. This looks great,” I said, marveling at the tray of food he had prepared for us.

  “Nothing but the best for my little mommy to be.”

  I blushed and shook my head. “You’re spoiling me and I like it!” Stuffing a bite of the bacon, tomato and cheese omelet into my mouth, I chewed happily. “I think that we should have breakfast in bed more often. What do you think?”

  “I’ll give you anything you want.”

  “Really?” I paused. “I was hoping you’d say something like that,” I told him, trying to look super innocent.

  “Anything. Just ask,” he said with one eyebrow raised. He knew I already wanted something.

  I had to help Maya and I knew just how to do it, but I needed Jay’s help to actually pull it off. As luck would have it, I already knew the man of her dreams. She had spent two weeks traveling around Europe with hi
m a few weeks back. The only problem was, I’m the only person that remembers taking that cruise oversees.

  So what! They were great together then… maybe, they could be great together now too. “Jay, do you know what Bobby’s up to these days?”

  “Am I not enough man for you, beautiful?” he teased me, showing off his naked body like a show model.

  “Stop that! You know you’re enough man for me and then some.” I said looking right between his legs and shuddering. “I was just wondering if you knew if Bobby was seeing anyone right now is all, Big Boy.”

  “I see. I don’t think so, but I haven’t spoken to him in a while. Let me guess… you need me to check on that for some reason, right?”

  “Handsome and smart too. How did I get to be so lucky? I think that he might like Maya. I have a good feeling that they’ll like each other, in fact.”

  “Women intuition,” he said, raising his eyebrow at me again.

  “You could call it that. I just know certain things. Just like I know how you’ll respond as soon as I do this.” I took his middle finger and slid it down my tongue, wrapping my lips firmly around its tip, only to apply deeper suction as I pushed and pulled it out of my mouth slowly. I watched him swallow hard as his excitement built. Looking up at him through my long lashes with my sexy eyes, he pounced on me like a dang jungle cat.

  “You are such a cheater, Mrs. Bishop. I’m going to have to spank you for that!” He informed me, wrapping my leg around his waist.

  “I was counting on it, babe.”

  We fell onto the bed by each other’s side, breathing hard… panting. “I need water,” I huffed between breaths, sending us both into a fit of laughter. I loved his hearty laugh. I adored everything about him. Was he really mine to keep forever? I sure hope so; I really, really hope so. I was so happy now that I couldn’t imagine ever being without him again.