As Time Goes By

During the meal Tony complained about his assignment workload. Rose gave him a smile of remembrance of her own days in college and gave him some advice about the best way to study: "Never, ever try to pull all nighters" was her first. "Limit your study periods to no more then three hours, was her second. "If you still have more studying to do, get up a little earlier in the morning to complete it because you'll be fresh and your mind will be sharper," was her third. "Finally, no, later then 9:30, stop, take a shower, and join me in the living room for awhile so that you can get the cobwebs out and go to sleep with a clear head." she ordered.

"Now get yourself upstairs and study while I clean things up," she said with the tone of a drill sergeant.

"Sounds like a plan sir," Tony said with a smirk and a hasty retreat as he took off for his room.

Rose cleaned up the kitchen and then went about her own preparations for school the next day.

Having completed her work she took a shower, put on her nighty and a new robe that was a little shorter then her old one and one which showed a little more leg.

Touching and looking at her finery from Victoria's Secret, in the drawer she thought to herself, "soon my pretties, soon," and headed for the living room sofa.

Tony showed up promptly at 9:30 freshly showered and also in his pajamas and robe.

This new ritual which was established that evening was one that was to be repeated for many nights over the next four years.

As Tony sat down on the sofa Rose moved down towards him, snuggled up against him and placed his arm around her shoulder. If she was a cat she would have purred, she was that contented.

Surprisingly, Tony also found himself to be relaxed and in a state of contentment. It somehow seemed so natural, so right, and oh so good to have his arm around Rose and feel her body resting next to him.

The way she lay next to him he could feel her soft breasts pressing into his side which excited him and caused his penis to once again harden. For some reason he wasn't embarrassed nearly so much as he'd been last week each time it'd occurred.

After watching TV for an hour or so, Rose pushed her legs out revealing more leg then she'd shown previously as well as a bit of thigh as she stood up to head for bed. Tony likewise stood and by mutual undeclared agreement they wrapped their arms about each other for a goodnight kiss.

Rose for her part pressed her body into Tony as their lips met so that he would feel her breasts against his chest. Tony also pulled her tightly against him. The fact that his erect penis was pressing between her thighs didn't seem to bother him and he was surprised as the kiss continued that she seemed to press her body harder against it as if she welcomed the feeling of it pushing into her.

Rose being a mature woman and a strong woman knew that the timing wasn't right yet . She'd very carefully laid out her scheduled seduction of Tony and she was damn well going to stick with it. But it did no harm to let Tony know she was interested and she intended to keep up the flirting and teasing. It would all pay rich dividends for both of them in the end.

Reluctantly, she gave him a final kiss, caressed his cheek softly with her fingers, whispered, "goodnight dearest," and in her patented glide headed for bed.

With much regret Tony stood and watched her make her exit. He knew that as aroused as he was right now he'd be playing hand jive again tonight.

This nightly series of events continued until Friday night when things took a much different turn.

Friday evening Tony came down to join Rose on the sofa and everything proceeded as had been normal for the past two weeks, except that when he thought that it was about the time that Rose would normally kiss him and retire she made no move to do so.

What she did totally astounded and delighted him. Still laying against him she somehow managed to reach up with her lips and kiss his cheek. causing Tony to turn his head so that he could return the kiss.

As their lips met she placed his hand on her breast and pressed it tightly against her so that it was pushed heavily into her rib cage.

As they continued to kiss Tony became totally aroused. Desiring to make love to this beautiful woman that he desired so much, he began to unbutton the front of her robe but she gently captured his hand in hers and stopped him.

Still holding his hand in hers she reached up to his cheek and with a soft caress turned his face toward her and softly asked him, "Honey, are you a virgin?"

The question totally floored and embarrassed him. Wanting to be honest with her in all things he murmured an almost inaudible "yes."

"Sweetheart," she replied, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We all start out life being born a virgin."

"Tonight is not the night to do anything about it because we're both tired and the night you lose your virginity should be special and with a special person that you care about. Tony, honey, do you think I am that person?"

Looking into her eyes he now knew everything that the last two weeks had been about. and his reply was honest and sincere. "Rose I want you to be the one who turns me into a man."

"Tony darling, you are a man. The virginity or loss thereof does not make you a man. What losing your virginity does is prepare you for the next step in your life, and if done with love by someone interested in teaching you how to love and appreciate a woman's body helps with that preparation," Rose commented.

Rose continued, "If you are sure you want me and are agreeable, tomorrow evening will be that night. Tonight we will play make believe. I'm your date, someone you're really attracted to and whom you've just brought home from a date. We're sitting in the living room and my mother and father are upstairs watching the TV in their room. The question is how much can you get away with and not be caught in an embarrassing position if they come down stairs. Go for it, but I'll stop you if I think you're going too far."

Needless to say the evening was one of cooing, kissing, groping and all of those sexually arousing things that young men and women try to do after a date and they're in her parents home.

Rose slowly came back from her dreamland. What a night that had been. She and Tony sitting on the sofa playing teenager. He feeling her breasts and stroking her body through her nighty. She playing with his rock hard penis and trying to feel as much of him through his clothing as she could. Finally they were both so hot and horny that they either had to make love or quit. As difficult as it was they both groaned and reluctantly quit.

They climbed the staircase together, paused at the top and held each other for one more goodnight kiss. He could feel her mashing her breasts into him and she could feel his penis pushing into her. Letting each other go they walked to their rooms,

Her panties were sopping wet and she was so hot and horny she had to get herself off. She stripped and climbed into bed without putting on her nighty. Immediately beginning to pull on her nipples with one hand, with the other fingering her pussy with two fingers while she rubbed her clitoris with her thumb. Suddenly she could feel the explosions start in her body as all of the excitement carried her over the edge to a serious of small orgasms. With her eyes closed during these ministrations she pictured Tony's hands doing these things to her.

While coming down to earth again she swore she could hear the sound of springs squeaking in Tony's room just before she dropped off to a wonderful sleep.

Morning broke and it was now time to get up and prepare for the day. She washed up. dressed, and headed for the kitchen to make coffee and get ready to fix breakfast when Tony came down.

Tony finally entered the kitchen about a half hour later. Pouring a cup of coffee and sitting down while Rose finished cooking breakfast. Tony held their two plates as she filled them. Sitting together they talked about about this and that.

Rose told him that she'd made arrangements for the phone company to come and install the new phone lines in her room and Tony's. Because they couldn't give her an exact time she'd left a key with a neighbor to let them in. Admonishing Tony, that if he came home and there was a beautiful lady in the house next Tuesday to leave her be. She requested that he to try to leave next Saturday free so he could help set up her online account and show her how to send and receive e-mail.

Rose remarked that dinner tonight would be later then usual, about 7:30, she thought, and it would be more formal, so Tony was admonished to take his shower early and to dress as if they were going night clubbing.

Having dinner later appealed to Tony because he would be able to finish his weekend assignments and that would leave Sunday free.

While Tony labored, Rose did too. Stripping her bed and putting on fresh linen. Setting the dining room and living room, slipping out to get her hair redone. Finally starting dinner so that it would be ready at the appointed time.

At 7:30 Rose summoned Tony with the ringing of a glass bell she kept on the mantle. Tony entered the dining room and stopped. His mind went into overdrive as he took in the sight before him.

The lights were off, but the room shimmered with light. Illuminated by what seemed to be a hundred scented candles placed about the room and the big candelabra on the dining table. Alongside the candelabra was a decanter of wine These were surrounded by Rose's best china and silver. Alongside the plates were two huge linen napkins encased by silver rings. In the background he could hear Ravels' Bolero beginning to softly waft through the room.

As he turned his head to look about he spied Rose standing quietly in the kitchen doorway and time stopped while he took in a sight of perfection. She was wearing a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. Whatever bra she was wearing was doing a magnificent job of lifting and supporting her large breasts and showing a deep cleavage Somehow she'd slipped out to have her hair done. It appeared that her hair had a little blond coloring in it and it was much shorter, hanging just to her shoulder. A single strand of matched pearls ringed her lovely neck, matching the pearl earrings dangling from her ears. as he lowered his gaze he noticed that the dress ended a few inches above her knees and that she was wearing light black nylon stockings which were encased in black pointed shoes with 3(?) inch heels and was that an ankle bracelet with a heart on it on her left ankle?

Tony couldn't help it, he whistled and in a murmur of total admiration told Rose that she was stunningly beautiful.

Having produced the desired effect and received the desired response Rose stepped back, reached for something out of sight and pushed a highly polished wooden serving cart, with a silver warming tray loaded with food into the room.

Rose pushed the cart over to the table and glided over to Tony who had taken Rose at her word. Putting her arms around his waist she looked directly into his blue eyes and said with approval, "Your not looking too bad either sailor."

Tony, truth to tell, only had one suit but it was durable, nearly new, of good quality, and had been tailored by someone who cared about their work. It was a medium gray suit, the jacket lay over a very light blue shirt and his maroon tie set it off well. Looking him over she noticed that he was wearing a french cuffed shirt with the cuffs being secured by gold cuff links with the St Clair crest on them as it was on his tie bar.

Taking him by the hand she led him to the table, but Tony demurred and instead escorted Rose to her chair holding it for her until she was seated, after which he seated himself. Rose was impressed. He hadn't forgotten his manners.

The meal was a masterpiece of preparation and presentation: Chicken Cordon Bleu, steamed and buttered asparagus with mushrooms, baby carrots in some sort of a sweet sauce, French bread, and a superb Chardonnay wine.

They ate slowly, talking little, soaking up the atmosphere, the scents wafting about the room, the mood setting music, but most of all just the being with each other in this romantic setting which Rose had so very carefully planned and executed to perfection.

The meal ended as each carefully placed their silverware on their plates. Tony started to wipe his mouth with a napkin when Rose reached to the bottom shelf of the cart and produced two small platters with warm damp towels on them. Handing one to Tony she used the other to wipe her mouth and hands.

"A Chinese custom taught to me by one of my husbands associates," she confessed.

Tony had been listening to the music and begun to realize this must be another special CD made by one of her friends at Western, The music was classical, but all of the music chosen was of a romantic nature, chosen not just to please but also to heighten and re-enforce the romance of the setting.

Again reaching into the food cart Rose pulled out a bottle of Sherry and two clean wine glasses. "Take this into the living room Love, while I bring along the dessert," she said.

Rose shortly made her entrance, and placed a cloth covered tray on the coffee table. She moved around the room lighting scented candles and dimming lights as she'd previously done in the dining room. Finally seating herself alongside Tony, she removed the tray's covering. Picking up a spoon and a Sorbet she handed it to Tony. The Sorbet was a Strawberry Sorbet, covered with chocolate and topped with fresh Strawberries. Picking up her own Sorbet they began an extravagant and sinful experience. They spent the next twenty minutes feeding each other, sipping Sherry, and thoroughly enjoying the moment.

In Rose's preparations, she'd very carefully prepared the meal so that the amount of food eaten and wine drank would not interfere with the evenings pleasures. It was meant to heighten the setting, not kill it by either of them being stuffed, and it seemed to have worked. They both sat quietly letting their stomachs settle slightly and quietly holding hands.

Rose reached to the coffee table, picked up a remote and clicked it. The music stopped for an instant and a new song started. Tony's ears picked up and a big smile appeared on his lips.

"Rose, you're something else," he said. The music now playing was an old romantic tune that he, his brother and sister had learned to dance to the Summer that his mother, father, and Rose had decided it was time to learn some social graces such as dancing. The boys wanted none of it although his sister Sammie was more then willing. A few words from their father quietly spoken off to one side worked its magic. That Summer they learned to Waltz, Fox-trot, Rhumba, and numerous other dances. They even leaned Swing, Jive, and to dance to Rock & Roll. What had father said? "Like it you may not, but do it you will!" His face said it all, it was not negotiable

Looking over at Rose he saw her head was laying against the back of the sofa, her eyes closed, Sherry glass in hand, and a soft smile on her lips. Tony would have bet all that he owned she was also remembering that Summer.

Rising slowly so as not to startle her in her reverie, he reached down, grasped her glass, put it on the table, and took hold of her hand.

Looking at this beautiful mature women sitting there and smiling up at him he found it hard to get the words out, but he finally said it, "Madam, would you care to dance with me?"

Rose nodded and if Tony was asked later, would swear she glided up off the sofa and into his arms.

As they danced Tony was amazed at the selection of songs on this CD. Friends at Western again, he thought.

What Tony didn't know was that a lot of collusion went into the CD's that she'd had cut for her by her friends. she'd even enlisted the director of the Music Department to help select and edit the many CD's she'd had produced. she paid for the materials used, but they all volunteered their after hours time to do the actual recordings, so it was all morally and strictly legal.

For the next several hours they danced or sat on the sofa, very sparingly sipped their Sherry, held hands, and like two lovebirds tenderly kissed and stroked each other.

As the dancing continued, they took fewer and fewer actual dance steps and held each other closer and closer, barely moving to the music. When they arrived at the stage that Rose had once heard referred to as dry-humping she knew it was time to begin the final assault.

She told Tony she needed to do something and asked him to put the dessert glasses in the sink while she was gone.

Tony did as she requested and as he awaited her return he picked up her family photo album and started to turn the pages. So many pictures and so, many memories. The album seemed to be almost equally divided: A part for her own Family (Swanson), Her married life (Snow) and her involvement with his family (St. Clair)

This last caused Tony to wonder exactly how and why Rose had come into the St. Clair family life and how she fit in.

His thoughts were interrupted by Rose's arrival back into the living room and her statement. "Like what you see sailor?."

Looking towards the voice he received the visual shock of his life.

There stood his Rose! No longer wearing the cocktail dress but now adorned in a pale blue peignoir. She was bra less as testified to by the sight of her two full pendulous breasts. She was also wearing a matching pale blue thong, matching garter belt, and nylon stockings. Around her ankle was the ankle bracelet and her feet were still ensconced in her black high heeled shoes. She'd carefully chosen to leave behind her pearl jewelry as they would only get in the way.

As she moved towards the sofa Tony found himself in a dream state. The effect of the color and material she'd chosen made it appear as if she was walking in a blue gossamer cloud which swirled around her, hiding this and revealing that, all the time cloaking her in alluring mystery.

He got off the couch and stretched his arms to embrace her but she took his hand to stop him. She nibbled on his fingers and kissed the palm of his hand she used her other hand to unbutton his suit coat. Stretching up she kissed him on the lips as she slid the coat off of him and onto the sofa. Returning to his hand her lips got busy again as her other hand opened his cuff link She repeated these actions to remove the second cuff link. soon the tie was gone and the shirt unbuttoned. The shirt was quickly on the sofa and she was tugging on his undershirt.

When she had the undershirt halfway off him the song on the CD ended and they heard one of Rose's all time favorite songs. "Twelfth of Never," by Johnny Mathis.

In the fastest disrobing ever, the undershirt was off and he was extending his arms to her, allowing her to move into his embrace to dance to a song that pretty well summed up the night. As they slowly moved to the music he buried his nose and lips in her neck, gently licking the neck and inhaling the scent she was exuding. What he didn't know or realize was that only part of the smell assailing his nostrils was her perfume. The rest of it was the scent of a thoroughly aroused woman.

His stroked her back with his fingers, trying to be as light as a feather because he thought that would be the way she liked it.

She was also busy, running her hands all over his back, kissing his chest, teasing a nipple with her lips, and enjoying the scent of him. All of the while she was pressed against him as tightly as her thong was pressed against her wet pussy.

As the music died she shut the machine off and took his hand, gently pulling him towards the stairway with a murmured, "It's time, darling."