Andrea Donovan Pt. 03

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FRIENDS and LOVERS

"How'd it go, Babe?" she asked cheerily as she stood beside the car and opened the passenger door for me.

"I'm still a bit rummy right now but I'm OK, honey. She wants me back in three years; can we go get a sandwich now?" I asked, leaning down and kissing her.

"Absolutely!" Andrea replied as I sat down in the passenger's seat of the BMW. Andrea then closed my door as I put on my seatbelt.

"Where to, Subway?" she asked as she sat down beside me and buckled her own seatbelt.

"Yes, please" I replied.

"On our way, then!" Andrea said as she put the car in gear and we began to proceed out of the medical park.

"I love you, Andrea Millhouse" I said, as I placed my hand over hers.

"I love you too, babe, but my name isn't Andrea Millhouse -- it's Andrea Donovan" she replied as she scanned the roadway to her left for a break in traffic.

A few seconds later we drove out of the parking lot and Andrea slipped the little car into the flow of late afternoon traffic. I was extremely hungry and the only thing that I could think about was a thick roast beef sandwich and Coca-cola passing my lips right now. I didn't drink a lot of pop but sometimes it just seemed like a Coca-cola was about the only thing that would cure a headache for me and also help with brain fog, and right now I had a little of both.

"What'd she say about your colon?" Andrea asked as we switched lanes in traffic.

"She said everything looked good. She also said to keep drinking my water and riding the bicycle." I replied.

"Good honey -- oh by the way, when I went out and did my bicycle ride yesterday afternoon I saw that gal, Amanda, again. Remember me telling you about Amanda? ...she said her husband, Buddy, remembers you from when the two of you worked in Alaska back in the eighties and early nineties - when you guys were pulling gravel out of the Highland landfill and hauling it to the A-C Couplet. ...His name is Buddy, ring any bells?" Andrea asked, glancing at me.

"My God, yes ...I haven't seen Buddy in thirty years I'll bet, yes I remember him -- knew his dad too, his dad also hauled dirt. We all pulled bellydumps back then, in those days. Buddy and I are about the same age and when we started out, trucking, we both had that nineteen eighties long hair -- Buddy's was down to his waist, as I remember. He was kind of a wild and spooky guy back then, Andrea, but I think we were somehow always friends with each other; I enjoyed working with the guy. His dad used to always call Buddy 'A tattooed little shit' -- a term of endearment, Andrea" I explained, laughing.

"They've been here in Casa Grande for thirty years now - Buddy and Amanda, so that's why you haven't seen him. He's bald now, I have Buddy and Amanda's picture in my phone and I got their phone number for you too" Andrea replied as we stopped for a red light.

"Thank you, it'd be great to sit down with the guy for a cup of coffee. Sure seems like there are a lot of people from Alaska, here in Arizona" I replied.

"There ARE a lot of people from Alaska here, honey" Andrea nodded, as we took off from the traffic light.

"Did you ride, this afternoon?" I asked.

"Yes, thirty miles, while you were having your procedure done. I had just enough time to jump in the shower before picking you up" Andrea said as we turned into a Subway shop.

"Thirty miles, good for you, lady!" I said enthusiastically.

"I have something for you to do when we get home, so start thinking about that" Andrea said as she rolled her eyes at me and nosed the car into a parking space.

"You're serious? ...It's only four O' clock now. I said a bit incredulously and looking at her.

"You'll find out when we get home, how serious I am, won't you? I need to get some food in you right now though" she said with a serious expression on her face and looking me in the eye again.

I knew, that look, in Andrea's eyes now. She had one thing on her mind and one thing only. Nothing would get between her and our love making whenever she felt this way - nothing, come hell or high water.

"I'm onboard" I said opening the car door.

"No, I'll be the one ON-board, cowboy" Andrea corrected in a serious voice as she rolled her eyes at me and unbuckled her seatbelt.

My God, I thought, sometimes all Andrea could think about was making love. ...During the time that I'd been single, between divorcing Susan and marrying Andrea, I'd had a rather cynical phrase that I'd always quipped out whenever someone had asked me why I wasn't married -- "I'm not married because I haven't found a nymphomaniac who owns her own yacht and liquor store." ...Andrea didn't own a yacht or liquor store but she certainly had all the other qualifications. ...The Led Zeppelin melody which I'd been singing earlier in the week suddenly filtered back to me now with the line "I got a woman, wanna ball all day..."

"What's wrong baby, cat got your tongue all of a sudden?" Andrea now teased as she took my arm and we proceeded from the parking lot and into the sandwich shop.

"Andrea, there's help available for women like you, it's called Nymphomaniacs Anonymous" I said in a serious voice.

"I know, I'm planning to talk with my sponsor for about four hours when I get home, Tim" Andrea replied, just as seriously.

I laughed outwardly at her quick and flippant reply.

"You're trembling and there's color in your cheeks right now, did you know that, Tim?" Andrea asked, smiling up at me, still holding my arm.

"It's the knock-out medication that they put me on for my exam" I said as I stopped and planted a kiss on her lips.

"I'll just bet it's the medication" Andrea said looking up at me, smiling.

"You really think you're smart, don't you?" I asked, swatting her on her fanny as we started walking again.

"You're about to find out aren't you?" Andrea teased back.

We ordered our sandwiches and a few minutes later sat down at an outside table to eat. Andrea showed me Buddy and Amanda's photo now, Buddy looked like he'd mellowed out considerably since we had last seen each other and his wife was an attractive lady in her late forties, it appeared. Buddy was in fact bald with a graying goatee and I could see part of a tattoo on his neck, the wild blue eyes looked the same but also appeared to be a little softer than when we had been in our twenties, the result of having grandchildren in his life now I surmised and smiling slightly.

"Yup that's him, honey" I said to Andrea as I took a bite from my sandwich.

"I sent them our photo, they both work at a mobile home sales place in Casa Grande now" Andrea said as she too, took a bite from her own sandwich.

"I'll call them before Ricky and Brenda get here, maybe we could sit down with them" I replied.

"Looking like Thursday now?" Andrea asked, in regard to Ricky and Brenda's ETA.

"Yyyeah, Thursday - ISH probably, that nineteen fifty tow truck has a modern engine but they're pulling a pretty good sized trailer and I don't think Ricky's driving much faster than sixty" I replied.

"What about Brenda's car?" Andrea asked.

"She's right behind him, in the Camry, honey" I said, taking a long pull of Coca-cola now.

"I wonder how Stormy and Yogi are enjoying the adventure of a road trip." Andrea pondered.

"Yogi's always game for a ride in the wrecker and I imagine that Stormy's curled up next to Brenda in the car" I said.

"I hope the two can get along with Wolfie" Andrea said.

"I think they'll be alright, honey" I replied.

"You doing OK, hon?" Andrea asked, with a serious expression.

"I'm OK, honey, just a little dopey from the exam right now but the food and sugar are helping" I replied.

"Honey if you just want to go home and go to sleep, there's nothing urgent on my part -- you can just watch me masturbate if you'd prefer" Andrea said matter of factly.

That was classic, Andrea Millhouse, straight --up how she feels, I thought, as I chewed on my sandwich.

"I think I should be good for, at least, one lap around the block with you, lady" I said, just as seriously.

"OK, whatever works we'll just see how it goes, no worries, OK Tim?" Andrea confirmed.

"No worries, Love" I replied.

We arrived home half an hour later and I discovered that I was in fact, still a bit disorientated by the knock-out drug. I almost felt like I'd just knocked back a twelve rack of beer in the last few hours and I had a pretty good buzz going for me right now. Andrea held my arm as I got out of the car and we proceeded into the house where I immediately sat down on the sofa.

"Guess I'll leave that bicycle alone today ...jeeze I hate being blitzed, anymore" I said as I pressed my nose into my steepled hands and closed my eyes.

"You'll be good as new tomorrow. Honey, want anything from in here?" Andrea called from the kitchen.

"No baby, just come sit with me please" I replied.

..."I'm putting you in bed, husband, c'mon" Andrea said after taking one look at me.

A few minutes later I slipped beneath the covers with Andrea tucking me in from the side of the bed. I was asleep two minutes later.

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..."Husband, did you bring a screwdriver to bed with you?" she asked, with the sound of rain pelting the walkway outside the darkened window.

Without speaking I rolled Andrea on top of me and put my hands on her rear while marveling in her sensual curves. It was nigh onto midnight now I reckoned, glancing out the window. Andrea deftly lifted herself into an "L" position atop of me and took me within her, sliding down and home with a quiet MMMM. She then placed her palms on my chest and tilted her head back in sensual ecstasy. My God, I thought, this is the girl within the portfolio inside the dresser drawer only now she's had thirty more years to mature as a lover.

This was our preferred position -- Andrea on top. I loved looking up at her and she loved "Riding the mule" as she would so often say ...and she was good at it.

..."Duffy tells me that, apparently I'm classified as a Spitfire. Want to know something, Tim? ...A Spitfire couldn't keep up with me, not on her best day -- that's why you married me and not a Spitfire, pretty love" Andrea said as she looked down at me within the moonlight and began rocking gently.

"I believe ...you" I now gasped.

"Just remember where THIS comes from, Love. There isn't another woman alive that can do for you what I can" Andrea informed me now.

"You needn't worry my beautiful bride. I already know how rare you are, because I spent an entire lifetime looking for you" I replied.

..."I can feel your heart beating through my palms, Lover" she said, peering down at me.

...Numerically, I had more fingers and toes than actual times when I had been intimate with my ex-wife Susan. We had been intimate exactly nineteen times within our entire courtship and marriage. For Susan, intimacy had been nothing more than an inconvenience and tool of emotional manipulation, when need be. I honestly don't think Susan had ever enjoyed sex in her life ...or much of anything else for that matter either. ...Damn, she'd been a strange woman I thought, looking back now.

Andrea, on the other hand, often told me that she would never in her life have paid for sex but that she wouldn't ever have made any money as a prostitute either; because she would have been too busy giving it all away for free. ...I had lost track, somewhere around two hundred, of the total number of times which Andrea and I had in fact, done the act. - "At the drop of a hat, Tim" she had warned when we first began discussing the prospect of intimacy with each other. She hadn't been exaggerating.

The rain outside the darkened window now increased in fervor and a far off thunder could be heard rumbling as Andrea and I continued, ever onward, through our erotic odyssey together

She began rolling her hips slightly in unison with our combined rocking motion now, contracting and releasing me with her vagina muscles -- the Spitfire was standing upon the open runway now and Andrea was ready to pour fuel to the huge Merlin ...she was about to ram the throttle forward and take flight.

"Oh my God, Andrea" I cooed softly as she began dropping a little more of her weight each time now.

She remained silent, her palms still upon my chest, as we continued onward within our combined perspiration which was beginning to develop between us. Andrea then suddenly and unexpectedly slowed down slightly, as if having found her bearings now, and we began to gently ride the wave of intimacy together -- the chase was over now and we each wanted to sail under the flag of prolonged ecstasy for as long as time would allow. For several minute we rocked and glided along this golden pathway which was now as familiar to us as eating or breathing, we were essentially one.

She slowly tilted her head back now, reveling in ecstasy as her hair and breasts swayed in time with our salubrious motion and quickening breath. I gently ran my hands over her upper legs and tried to stay in sync with her as I gently guided her timing with my thumbs and palms upon her legs, similar in style to a jockey quipping of a fine racehorse. ...Andrea began to coo now with soft moans of delight coming deep from within her. The whirlwind was now beginning to loom on the far off horizon and would soon begin to shadow us yet Andrea and I each wanted to keep it at bay for as long as possible before being pushed over the edge and into our euphoric destination.

I was now completely and inescapably engulfed within the aura of her seductive female energy, her movements seemingly orchestrated with the care and precision of a master musician while playing a fine instrument and performing on stage for Royalty. Andrea's movements were deliberate, without a single ounce of energy being wasted as her music flowed outwardly from within her heart in a seamless melody. Her erotica was graceful and gentle yet rough; she was passive but dominating, subtle and also bold, all without words or explanations needed to describe them -- all without words or explanations that could describe them. She had swept me within her wild and mystical vortex and was conducting symphony now, her actions with me were an expression of her own true self and completely uninhibited now ...they were an art form.

...Andrea's strong muscular legs which she had pumped the bicycle pedals with, for years now, began tightening around my own leg muscles with an increased urgency. ...Andrea suddenly huffed loudly as we both began to fall into the well-known rhythm once again which was becoming so familiar for us. We were nearing our zenith now with each of us tenaciously holding onto the last vestige of ground to the very end. With the scent of her of musk and Jasmine now surrounding me and permeating the room, I felt her hands go from my chest and now lock onto my upper arms and shoulders, Andrea abruptly made a moaning sound as she began to come slightly yet somehow quickly managed to recover her control as we raced ever onward. Suddenly as if agreed upon, we each threw caution to the wind ...it was time for the Spitfire to go into Emergency Reserve Power now.

"C'MON, LET'S GO BABE! ...C'mon, pretty fox " she moaned slightly, breathing through her clenched teeth like a marathon runner and giving her all as the finish line now approached within sight.

I began lifting myself harder against her with each of her downward movements, the scent of her jasmine beginning to overwhelm me now and the shadow of ecstasy trailing ever closer behind us. - Light suddenly flashed through the window with a horrific booming of thunder following it as Andrea and I were unexpectedly jolted and sent hurling helplessly into a far flung well of euphoria without the earthly bonds of time or space restraining us. For an instant the entire universe belong to Andrea and I alone...

"...My God, Tim" Andrea croaked out a minute later as we lay in each other's arms, panting and listened to the falling rain outside.

"I'd like to take this opportunity to extend a cordial welcome to the Lazy-G Ranch, Andrea Millhouse, ...I think you'll find the accommodations here satisfactory and to your liking" I said softly now as I ran my trembling hand through her sweat soaked hair.

"My name isn't Andrea Millhouse, cowboy, it's Andrea Donovan" Andrea corrected.

I made no reply to her; I didn't need to, for there were no words that could describe the moment for either of us.

"I love you, baby" she said a minute later.

I made no reply.

"Are you ...asleep, Tim?" she suddenly asked, raising her head.

I was already far, far away as a Supermarine Spitfire Nine swept me off the ground and hurled me into flight within the sanctuary of her cockpit. ...Her graceful lines were perfect in every way as we flew victoriously through the clouds of ecstasy.

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"I made a cup of coffee for you. Get yourself a Danish and come sit down, we need to talk about money now, husband" she said as I walked into the room and tying my robe.

"I was going to suggest that very thing today, myself, Andrea." I sighed.

"It's all going to work out, Tim" she replied confidently.

I got my coffee and Danish then and walked into the living room, leaning down and kissing my wife before sitting down at the table.

"I plan to keep the green car forever but I did have it appraised out of my own curiosity. The car was appraised at forty two thousand dollars -- as is. You gave Randy a thousand for storage and Les Farr twenty five hundred to haul it to Seattle, which I realize, I wasn't supposed to know but I found out. These combined sums of your money equal forty five thousand, five hundred dollars equity -- total, in the vehicle. I bought the parts to make it roadworthy again but you put in approximately one hundred and seventy five hours labor, not including Ricky's own labor to make it drivable again. I understand that the car was a gift to me and that you didn't want a price associated with any aspect of the car or the labor involved, it is a gift which I will always treasure and I enjoy the car. This is all relevant to something I'm going to show you - and I'll get to that, later today. Please just bear with me for a moment on this, OK?" She asked matter of factly.

"OK" I replied, nodding.

"Minus your equity in the ranch, this is your own current net worth in savings and liquid assets. I'm now speaking of you just as an individual for the moment, not our marriage or combined worth, just yours, OK?" she asked, holding up my bank statement.

I nodded an affirmative as I glanced at the statement and sipped my coffee.

"Speaking of me, just as an individual for the moment, this is my statement" Andrea said as she held up her bank statement.

I was suddenly speechless and almost fell onto the floor when I saw Andrea's net worth, the number was staggering.

"My God, Andrea" I whispered.

Andrea waved aside my shock with a hand of dismissal and an impatient reply of "You're missing the point, Tim, please listen to me."

"I'm listening, honey" I said.

"Duffy has suggested that we do it this way. You'll have YOUR money, I'll have MY money and we'll have OUR money. I don't care what you spend your money on; buy all the junk cars you want. I know you and Ricky like to buy, sell and trade car parts and that you even make a few bucks here and there with the stuff and I think that's great, it's something you both enjoy. I want another horse so I'll throw away my money toward that addiction. Henceforth, we can invest OUR money in property if we want to, and we'll spend our money on vacations and the house, etcetera." Andrea said, sipping her coffee and looking at me.

"That's how Ricky and Brenda do it, Andrea, and I think it's a good plan for us too" I said evenly and nodding my head.