Linda beat me to the draw. She was the first one among us to get married, but the future was shining, just as bright and golden as the road in front of us, a melody played in my heart and I knew that we would find, without a plan or a location in mind, the perfect place for exchanging our vows.
Epilogue
We won the battle. Technically, we won the war since the enemy came over to our side. Linda moved in with Jack once they were married, and Jack built in a beauty salon for her that was twice as fancy as the one we had set up in the den. It had all that special equipment for facial massages, steam wraps, body waxing, skin treatments and heaven knows what else and there was talk about them building a sauna and hiring a masseur.
Zeke and Julia moved into her bedroom and wanted to take over the den for specialized physical therapy exercises. Briana also wanted the den for her own specialized therapy exercises. They finally compromised, due primarily to Zeke’s amazing fortitude. They closed in the back porch but left the entire upper half paned with windows. With a panoramic view of the garden, they had this sort of Zen Buddhist room, complete with India prints for drapes, rugs, blankets, and cushions on the floor and a cute little tea table that served more smokable remedies than liquid ones.
The den held hospital bed that cranked a dozen different ways, some low impact exercise equipment, some mats, different sized rubber balls and the best stereo equipment for rocking down as you roll. Briana and Julia hustled their clients between the two rooms as they saw fit.
It seems the ending should be that Lee and I got married, moved into his house and the whole neighborhood lived happily ever after. It didn’t turn out quite that way. Lee felt somewhat strange about having his ex-lover right next door, and I wasn’t ready to surrender command of my house; not just yet. Not until it was paid for.
We waited, but Briana didn’t. She married her airplane pilot at twelve thousand feet and afterward went to live with him on a Puget Sound island. He bought a small plane with water skis and used it for his transportation to work and back while Briana took up scuba diving.
The house liberated me for a second time with the last mortgage payment. It was mine. I could invest in it. I could rent it or sell it. I could make it anything I wanted, but I was the girl without a plan. I had no idea what I wanted to do next.
The house had changed. Although I still ran my kitchen, I had hired a couple of young, enterprising cooks to help me out. They were Millennials of the first order, always eager to try something new and different, looking at the future like it was their own exclusive ornament. It’s amazing how hard people will work when they’re following a dream.
Julia was still slightly out of tune as to what made people happy, but Zeke was a one-man band, actually a two-man band as Burke continued to stay on as a mechanic. Between them, they were able to draw in enough sexy young women to fill in the therapeutic spots my friends and I had left behind.
The neighborhood had changed. When you have elderly, eventually you begin losing them. It can’t be helped. Ralph had another stroke that left him permanently in hospice care, so Melanie moved into a Senior Citizen’s apartment to be close to him, renting out the house to a young gay couple. Liz began developing Alzheimer’s disease. Her daughter sold the house to a family with two kids. Several of the eighty-year-old’s died that year, and their houses were put on the market. The Millennials were moving in.
There was no reason not to marry Lee and move into his house, but that was just it. It was his house. It was a man-house, a doctor house. I wanted an “our” house. I brooded about this a lot and then one day I told him, “I have an idea. Sell your house.”
Lee was a little flabbergasted about this. “Why should I sell my house?”
“Because business is slow. Because, when I look in your eyes, I see a far-away expression and I know that you are thinking of somewhere without walls or fences. I know that your heart isn’t here. It’s somewhere else.”
“Unlike you, I still have five years of mortgage payments.”
“So what? You’ll still make a profit. It will take time, but if we’re married, we can live off the rent from my house and live anywhere we like.”
“Oh, you plotted this, did you?”
“We did have a plan. We were going to get married in a chapel and then…”
“And then what?”
“You were going to follow me wherever I go.”
“Is that what I said?”
“It was to that effect.”
He placed the house on the market, but finding a chapel for an unplanned wedding was a little more challenging. We began taking aimless drives out into the countryside, poking into unfamiliar territory searching for that something that would light up our vision. Lee was becoming skeptical of my philosophy of allowing things to fall into my lap, but I could feel in my bones it was going to happen.
It did. We were taking our afternoon drive one day when we discovered a very small town right on the edge between the lush, cool mountains, and the hotter, drier grasslands. The houses were all small and tidy, with manicured shrubbery lining up between each lot and cornering out at the sidewalk. Fruit and flower bearing trees shaded the wide, quiet road. At the far end of the road was a chapel set back at the far end of a landscaped lawn with several circular areas containing flower gardens.
The chapel had an arched wooden door trimmed with bricks and sporting a lattice work entry way covered with ivy. We parked the car and went inside. There was middle aged clergyman with a well-satisfied belly, and a wrinkled, yet beaming organist. “May I help you?” Asked the clergyman.
“We want to get married,” Lee explained. “Right here and now. In this church.”
“Is this a sudden decision?”
“Oh no,” I said. “We’ve been planning to get married for a long time. The church is the sudden decision. That’s what’s important.”
“I see,” he said, although he didn’t really look like he got it. The organist beamed twice as hard and burst into a little ditty that sounded like a cross between Beethoven and jazz.
It really didn’t take him long to put together the wedding. He called a few people who I suspect always dressed in their Sunday best, and politely filled the first two aisles. We said our vows with nothing remarkable thrown in and I threw the bouquet of flowers that a teenaged girl had given me for the ceremony. The organist caught it.
The wedding was exactly right. It was a special moment, so special, we didn’t make it back to Seattle. We found a motel with a broken light fixture, but a swimming pool out back, and sneaked in a skinny dip at midnight.
We ran back to our room buck naked and tumbled to the bed. We were already getting hot and steamy when I opened my eyes. We’d left the door wide open. “Wait! Wait!” I told him, trying to avoid his hands as they grabbed out at me.
Lee looked up to see what I was doing. “Eh, let them watch. I think someone was peaking while we were swimming.”
“I will not let them watch. This is about you and me and our private little honeymoon.”
I returned to the bed and pushed him against the pillows. He started to pull me down on top of him, but I stopped him. “Uh, uh. This time it’s my turn.”
I loved his body. I loved the taut skin, darkened by the water-splashed sunlight. I loved the sparse mat of curling hair spreading over his chest and growing more velvety as it traveled to his navel. I loved the taste of his body as I slid my tongue up over one of his flat breasts. It was salty, with an under taste of soap and sweat. His breast nipple prickled when I licked it.
My mouth traveled down until it found the prize jewel, stiffly erect and pulsing. I wrapped my hands around it, rubbing it gently, then began sucking and licking it. He didn’t try to control my actions. He didn’t start shoving my head up and down. He gripped the sides of the bed and let me do as I pleased, kissing and massaging it, exploring his whole body.
Finally, I made my way back up and guided his shaft into my pulsing and very impatient crot
ch.
“God yeeees!” I groaned, fill me up. “Fuck me like you mean it!”
He groaned as he pulled me down on top of him, pressing against the small of my back, and squeezing the flesh of my butt cheeks as he pumped over and over.
This time he wasn’t as rock hard and stay hard—he was so excited, so into me and obsessed with me, that he was eager to empty his balls inside of me. He was in love with me and desired me, sexually and spiritually. Our intimacy and fucking became the same substance. This time when he came hard and groaned deeper and louder, he felt it in his heart—all over his chest and stomach, his groin and his face.
Er, probably because I squirted so hard that I came on him! And feeling my gush only made him peak harder and with more volume. He muttered my name as he came again, completely emptying his nuts and filling me with babymaking batter.
We were both filthy but so eager to stay just like this-unwilling to move and ready for more and more sex!
He sighed and rolled over on his back. “What now?” He asked. “We’ve rented your house. We’ve put my house on the market. We got married in a chapel. Where do we go from here?”
“Let’s go to Hawaii!”
Lee wasn’t really sure he liked the suggestion at first. He still had very little use for hot climates, but then took into consideration that they were islands. Islands meant water and marine life.
It took us a while to find our place. It was a life style and culture neither one of us had truly experienced before, but we finally ended up on the big island. It suited us. Despite being the biggest of the islands, it had a low population, mainly a lot of small towns and villages. Once Lee’s house sold, we bought a house we’d had our eye on ever since we arrived.
The house wasn’t very large, but it included ten acres of property. We converted the front part of the house into Lee’s office, examination room and waiting room. We added a thatched and bamboo lean-to next to the kitchen and built a barbecue pit. It was a humble foundation, but we were in business as the doctor and the cook.
We probably would have become sedate. Lee developed a new hobby, volcanology, and bought a jeep so he could drive up the side of the volcano and poke around in lava. I can’t say I was quite as attracted, but I did like the amazing views. Sometimes, at night, the lava flow would light up the sky like fireworks.
We probably would have spent the rest of our lives forgetting to make each moment new and exciting. We had a routine. We weren’t making much money, but we had a roof over our heads. Then, one day, I received a text message from Briana. She and Kevin wanted to sell out and move to Hawaii.
I suppose it was inevitable. Once Briana and Kevin had made their move, Linda and Jack wanted to join us as well. More buildings went up on the property. They included a beauty salon, sauna and spa, and a meditation room that served double for sex therapy. Kevin learned the island chain and began giving tour flights. Jack Jones learned the island greenery and became a favorite go-between.
How did the locals take us? At first, they held back. At first, they were skeptical. After all, they’d seen it all; hippies and nudists, beach bunnies and surfers, the hopeful desperate, the capitalists and the entrepreneurs. Slowly, they blended in and we cheerfully blended in with them. After all, when you’re in the service department and your services are given with joy, and open heart and a touch of Southern hospitality, they are very difficult to resist.
Deleted Scene
Half a dozen hands glided over my arms and followed the curvature of my spine. They stopped for a moment at the elastic waist band of my skirt, then gently lowered it, leaving me only in my white bra and panties. They began painting again, the thick liquid swooping up from my ankles and wrapping around my thighs, nuzzling closer and closer to the crease between my legs.
Somebody unfastened my bra to create a solid paint pattern, then half a dozen hands rolled me back over, completely inspired by their design and creativity. They removed my bra, then my underpants, running trails of varicolored paint down the gap between my breasts, in circular waves over my belly, squiggling over my hips. Somebody circled my breasts with red, leaving the nipples exposed.
Slowly, my arms were drawn up over my head, my wrists held together, while the artists worked under my arms and along my sides, tracing a maddening pattern that wove close to the bushy triangle, then slipped around underneath and outward, toward the knee. I squirmed as I felt my juices start to flow.
They bent my legs at the knee, exposing my buttocks so they could be painted too. The painting fingers began exploring, rubbing along the lips of my pussy, moving upwards to tickle the sprouting bud, then trailing back down my legs.
Oh God, I wriggled some more and they straightened my legs to behold their creation. I was painted from head to toe, with only my erect nipples and the curly patch of hair untouched. A head bent down to suck on one of my nipples, then another head bent over the other. I cried out as hot flames shot into my already moist pussy and I bowed upward.
Those maddening fingers were teasing me, teasing my pussy like mad. They opened my legs, and grasped my butt cheeks firmly. Yes - they spread the lips of my cunt wide. A tongue came between my legs, slurping at the fucking cum that had begun gushing out of control.
It was a delirious moment, so high I could see nothing but swirls of paint, my mind still dancing to the music. It was insane. I was held prisoner by the gentlest of restraints, unable to do anything except respond to the tongues that lapped up over my breasts, that pinched and sucked at the nipples, making them swell and grow hard. Unable to close my legs as two hands supported my buttocks, squeezing my ass, prying it apart with their thumbs to explore the tender opening. As my cunt was exposed and tongues - more than one tongue - licked away at the dripping honey, squeezed the tiny clit, rolled it between their fingers, milking it for every bit of its juice. While a tongue thrust deep inside the spread, pulsing flesh. Each and every erotic zone was being kissed, licked, caressed and explored.
The hands were all over me, causing a continuous, insatiable fire. I felt something deep in my gut travel to the clit and explode in red-hot flames, causing me to arch my back beyond any ability to contain me and cry out in one fierce wail. There was a moment of silence, then applause. Oh Jesus - I had been completely sucked dry.
Part II
Brit Next Door
Beach Holiday Romantic Comedy
Prologue
Jason slid his hand up her silky thigh, loving the feel of her beneath his palm. She made his head spin with her seductive eyes, her wandering fingers, and a voice made for moaning in a man’s ear. He shivered as he remembered how, not five minutes ago, she’d knocked on his basement door, begging to be allowed into the area that served as his bedroom.
He’d let her into his basement domain, more a small apartment than just a bedroom. He didn’t feel so much like he was living with his mother when he was down here, he felt more independent. Like he really was an independent man.
“We can’t do this.” He wasn’t really protesting, he just wanted a minute to make sure this was really happening. “The wedding…”
She walked to him, hips swaying as she pulled the black slip dress over her head, her eyes daring him to turn her down.
“Do you really want to wait for the wedding, when you can have this now?” Her fingernail, painted a blood red colour, trailed down his cheek, down to his lips as she moved close to him.
He stroked her long, dark hair, his hand shaking slightly as he took in her nudity. Full breasts, full hips, and thick thighs made for a man’s touch. His touch.
He kissed her then, a deep kiss, the kind he’d dreamed of giving her for a long time. She let him kiss her for a moment before pushing him to the bed.
“I’ll take that as a no.” She pulled his clothes away before she went to her back, pulling him over her, placing his hand on her breast.
Jason couldn’t believe any of this was real. He moved down her body, touching tanned skin, smooth and silky. His f
ingers trailed down her rounded tummy, further down, following the path his mouth took.
“You aren’t like any other woman, do you know that?” He spoke the words against her thigh, his lips making her tremble.
For him.
Jason felt his pride swelling, along with other parts of his body, and looked up into her eyes.
“You are all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve waited so long, Jason, don’t make me wait anymore.” She reached for him, an invitation to be hers, at last.
Jason hesitated for a moment. The wedding was only a few days away. Shouldn’t he wait, shouldn’t he hold off until their wedding night? Wasn’t that what people were supposed to do? Mary had said it so many times, that she wanted to wait.
Fingers traced along his inner thigh, over his hard length and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He just couldn’t.
“Please, Jason. Take me.” Her breathless words broke the final thread of his will and Jason fell to her, taking her lips, promising his undying devotion with his body as he prepared to slide into her heated depths.
A knock on his door and his mother called down the steps, breaking his concentration, breaking the most intimate moment of his life.
“What, Mom? Can’t it wait? I’m busy!” He looked at the most beautiful woman in the world, a smile playing around his lips as he put his mother out of his mind.
“No, it can’t wait, your wife-to-be is on the landline. Why aren’t you answering your cell phone? She needs to talk to you!”
Jason heard her footsteps coming down the stairs and he bolted under the cover, pulling the quilt over the woman in his bed.
“Jason? Jason, what are you doing? Who is in that bed with you? You have to be kidding me! Jason, you little shit!”
Jason heard the phone fall to the floor as his mother smacked him round the head. He cowered there for a moment, hating himself for being so weak. Too weak to stand up to his mother.
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