It's Been a Long, Long Time

Beth asked if he wanted a drink as supper wouldn't be ready for about a half hour.

'What do you have?" was his reply.

"I thought perhaps a Gin or Vodka Tonic would go well," she responded.

"Vodka, I think," as he handed her the bag of wine and brandy.

As she disappeared into the kitchen to cool the wine and make the drinks he heard the sound of music begin. The songs were the romantic songs of their youth. This brought a grin to his lips and a delighted thought to his mind; good girl, we're on the same page.

Dinner was an epicurean delight with a crisp Caesar salad, a superb roast beef, steamed vegetables, and home made biscuits, all accompanied by the fine Pinot Noir Jack had brought with him.

The meal was accompanied by the soft strains of music from Beth's tape deck and light conversation as the two of them talked about their families.

Following cleanup they moved into the living room for dessert, and an after dinner brandy.

When Beth got up to refresh the brandy the music changed to a song that flooded the two of them with memories. Setting the brandy and an ash tray down she took Jack's hands to pull him off the sofa to dance with her.

As his arms circled her waist she returned the move by placing her arms around him. The years seemed to fall away, and they were again two young teenagers dancing the night away.

Jack could feel his penis beginning to stiffen as she pressed against him. The smell of her and the scent of her perfume only served to further his response. Matters weren't helped by her pressing even tighter against him. Her breasts were pressed tightly into his chest and her by now erect nipples seemed to drill holes into his body.

As the song ended Jack lifted her chin and softly pressed his lips to hers for the first time in many, many years. She wasn't shy about returning the kiss.

An awareness that things might be moving too fast hit them both at the same instant.

Moving back to the sofa Beth drew her legs under her and leaned her body against his as they silently reflected on the dance, the kiss, and their reactions.

She slowly turned towards him and placed her small hand against his mouth, as she began to talk in a soft low tone; "Jack, last night you told me there was nothing to explain . ."

As he tried to cut her off she pressed her hand tighter against his lips and continued on, "I met Walt just before our Senior year began. He was a Freshman at Western U. Like any foolish teenage girl I was enthralled that a college student would be interested in me. I was ashamed of the fact that I was going behind your back and not being honest about my actions. It wasn't too long after we met that I realized that I was falling in love with him and that I was cheating on you. It all blew up when I turned you down as my escort for the prom and I showed up with Walt."

Her body shuddered in agony as she continued on; "I've never seen such anger in my life as I watched you storm out of the gym that night and it was all due to my treachery and double dealing. My shame over the years made me want to try to rectify my stupidity, but the same shame prevented me from even making the attempt."

As a tear rolled down her cheek she concluded her thoughts; "I'd heard from Patty that you'd be at the reunion and the time had finally arrived when I could make my apologies. I was stopped by the expression on your face when we met Friday. I tried at the dinner but I knew it would be useless, yet I was puzzled at the dance Saturday the way you watched me all evening." with a smug curl of her lips she looked up at him and finished her thoughts; "you didn't know that I knew you were looking did you? What caused the change over the weekend? I've been puzzling over it the whole time."

Trying to gather his thoughts Jack pulled her hand away from his lips and began to attempt an explanation of all that had occurred.

"When you dumped me for Walt without even an explanation I really lost it. At the prom watching you dance with a stranger it all blew up."

He felt her body shake as he continued on; "I thought I'd buried it over the years but I know that it would surface once in awhile to the detriment of my wife and family."

He felt her body shudder again as he tried to explain himself; "I thought I'd finally laid that ghost to rest until I got the reunion invitation and it all resurfaced."

He softly laid his fingers against her cheek as he tried to make her understand; "My thoughts were mush for several days. When you, Patty, and Burl moved off that Friday afternoon I began to understand that I needed to put it behind me but it was like an old sweater. It was comfortable and I wasn't ready to throw it out. Saturday night I began to understand that I had to throw it out as I watched you dancing."

Stroking her damp cheek he told her about his epiphany Sunday at church; "When the padre began his sermon he was looking at me as he talked about forgiveness. The whole sermon was directed at me and it seemed like his eyes were constantly on me."

Turning her slightly so he could watch her reaction, he explained all that happened at the grave site Sunday evening. By the time he'd repeated the words that he'd felt to be coming from Maddy the two of them were both unashamedly crying.

It was over! After thirty years the dragon was finally slain.

Realizing that anything further would be anti-climatic they rose to say their goodnights.

Standing in the doorway Jack hugged her to him and softly pressed his lips to hers. The feeling that the kiss was perfect, was mutual, and that it probably deserved another one. The kiss was promptly received and answered.

Knowing that this was now the proper time to make his exit, he stepped back and extended an invitation for dinner Friday night at his place, which she quickly accepted before pulling him to her for a final goodnight kiss.

Anyone watching them the next several days would have scratched their head in bewilderment as they both appeared to be walking about in a fog with a strange smile on their lips. Each night they spent hours on the phone talking about this and that.

When the doorbell rang Friday, Jack rushed to answer in eager anticipation, but the sight before him exceeded his wildest expectations; Beth had a demure smile on her lips. Her face was framed by her hair. Her dress was similar to the cocktail dress she'd worn on Tuesday but this one was a deep gold. Her stockings and pumps were black as were the onyx earrings and necklace gracing her ears and neck. In one arm was a bag which he supposed carried the evening's libations and in her left was a bouquet of yellow thornless roses.

Opening the screen door he removed the bag and roses from her hands. Stepping back, she moved past him into his living room with a sway of her hips that looked most promising.

Setting the bag on the table next to the door he smelled the roses and laying them next to the bag he gathered her into his arms. Welcoming kisses were slowly given and received.

Finally releasing each other he picked up the bag and roses to take care them. Over his shoulder he asked her take a seat and queried her as to her drink of choice.

Shortly he returned with a tray containing their drinks and a vase with the roses gracefully nestled in it.

He found her wandering about the room looking at the pictures of him and his family over the years. The two that seemed to attract her attention the most were of him and Maddy on their wedding day. It had been a military wedding with him in his Navy dress blues with the chevron of a 2nd Class Fire Controlman and a red hash mark denoting four years of service sewn at an angle below it. Maddy was beautiful in her white wedding dress, her veil thrown back, and her floral bouquet nestled in her arm.

The second was taken just before their son, Sam, headed for college. It was a larger version of the photo Jack had shown her last Monday. To Beth he looked magnificent in his Navy Chief's uniform, sporting the gold crow of a Master Chief Fire Controlman, with five gold hash marks on his arm (the gold denoted twenty years of undetected crime he always laughingly remarked). On his left breast were several rows of ribbons.

Maddy had gotten even prettier over the years; Her dark auburn hair had just started to gray a little but it framed her face and complimented her deep blue eyes. A line or two were beginning to show but somehow they too accentuated her lovely features. The smile on her face showed her to be a woman in love and fully content with her lot in life.

A shiver suddenly ran through Beth as a thought flashed through her mind; did Maddy have any premonition of what the future held for her?

Shaking the thought off she turned to Jack, accepted the proffered drink, and raised it in salute before sipping from the glass.

By the time the drinks were finished it was time to eat. Seating Beth at the table, he wheeled the meal in on a serving cart, and what a meal Jack had prepared; pork loin roast with an orange marmalade and soy sauce marinade, German potato salad, Bavarian red cabbage, and dark Rye bread. The wine of the evening was a truly fine White Zinfandel courtesy of Beth.

Following the meal they adjourned to the living room for desert. Jack had decided to set out a platter of chilled fruit to nosh on as they sipped the brandy.

The tape deck had been playing their favorite romantic music of the 40's and 50's during and after dinner. When the music changed to a particularly memorable song He asked her to dance with him.

They joined together in a slow waltz with his arms around her waist and hers around his. Slowly and in perfect sync they moved to the strains of the song.

As the music progressed she pressed herself tighter to him and buried her head against his chest.

The music had set the desired mood to the evening. As they danced her hips pressed into him causing his penis to gain control of his thought process and begin to rise in search of something warm and snuggly. She began to feel a warm sticky spot on her panties and her nipples to rise and harden.

Needing more, they each pulled the other closer until their bodies were so tightly joined that dancing was all but neigh impossible. Reaching lower on her back he grasped her butt cheeks pulling them tightly towards him as their lower bodies began to grind against the other in an old familiar pattern.

Raising her head her lips began to search for his which had been busy kissing and nibbling on her neck. When their lips met electricity flowed.

All pretense of dancing was now forgotten. All that mattered were their lips and hands touching and bringing pleasure to their partner.

Jack wanted nothing more then to rip her cloths off and attack her but he restrained himself because he wanted more for the two of them. As he pulled his lips away she gave out a disappointed moan. Slowly he reached over to pick up the empty brandy snifters and the bottle as he carefully guided her to the stairs leading to his bedroom, stopping every step or two to again join their lips in a blissful kiss.

If the trip up the stairs had been a race between the tortoise and the hare with the loving couple taking the hares part, the tortoise would have won in a runaway. It takes a long time to mount a flight of stairs when you have to stop on every step to join your lips in yet another long smoldering kiss.

By the time they arrived at the bedroom door his penis was so hard and pressing so tightly against his tented trousers he was afraid if it got any harder he'd rip the zipper open from the strain.

She wasn't in any better shape. Her panties were so wet her juices were beginning to leak down her thighs into her nylons, her nipples so hard that it was almost painful as they rubbed against her bra, and long forgotten moans of arousal were escaping from her lips.

He momentarily left her side to set the brandy and snifters on the nightstand. When he turned around he saw a sight he'd seen once in awhile with Maddy; a woman so aroused she was heading towards him with arms outstretched, a look on her face that said that she was about to accost him, and that she was taking no prisoners.

Jack had been down this road and knew how to handle it. Before she was able to get to him and start ripping his cloths off, he encircled her body and arms with his as he began to rain kisses and nibbles on her neck and shoulders. All the time he was unzipping her dress. She never did figure out exactly how Jack was able to pull her dress down and remove her shoes at the same time without once lifting his lips from her body. She was also not able to explain how he removed her bra and panties at the same time. Just where in the hell did all those hands come from, and how can any man kiss and nibble like he did the whole time it was happening?

She now stood before him clad only in her nylons and garter belt and he was where he wanted to be; kneeling before her with his his lips in direct alignment with her pussy. Leaving her arms free he reached around to clutch her butt cheeks and pull her wet pussy to his eagerly waiting lips.

As his tongue found its mark she spread he legs to give him greater access to her hot open pussy while his hands pulled her tighter to him. Her chance had arrived; her arms were free.

His shirt came off in one rip with buttons flying all over the room. His skivvy shirt was another matter. Smirking in victory he released one arm at a time so she could pull it off. A new thought struck her for just an instant; How the hell do I get his pants off if he stays down there? When his hands began to squeeze her breasts and his fingers to pull and twist her nipples she suddenly didn't care.

Her moans were now turning to screams as she spread her legs and grabbed the back of his head to get his tongue more deeply inside her. It was almost as if she was trying to pull his head completely into her love canal. Of course the continual thrust of her hips helped to pull him deeper into her pussy.

Feeling her thighs and her hands starting to quiver he knew she was heading towards her release. This caused him to squeeze her breasts harder and to twist her nipples even more as he attacked her pussy with his tongue and lips in a renewed effort to bring her to an orgasm. It was over. Her body stiffened and he could feel her pussy muscles trying to capture his tongue as her body froze in a sweet climax.

As she began to return to earth he released her breasts and softly kissed her stomach because he knew that every nerve in her body was now super sensitive.

When she'd calmed down a little bit she softly stroked his head and was finally able to gasp out, "God dammit sailor, where'd you learn those tricks. I've never ever cum that quickly before."

Her thighs and arms still felt like quivering bowls of jello, but she was finally able to get him to his feet so she could get him stripped for the next round. Having removed his shoes, socks, trousers, and skivvy shorts, she found herself looking at his now semi-erect penis. Cradling the soft warm flesh in her hand she moved her face to capture it in her mouth, but he gently pushed her face away as he explained to her, "Honey, do that and it's all over. I'm so horny I'll explode instantly and I'm no teenager. It takes awhile to get my engines back on line again."

As she moved onto the bed he filled the snifters with brandy. When he joined her she placed a pillow under his head before taking her snifter in hand. Moving up to cuddle against him she sipped her brandy and carefully placed it on his chest.

Stroking his chest with her fingertips she asked the question uppermost in both their minds, "honey, are we moving too fast?"

Softly massaging her hair and thinking about it he responded, "dammed if I know. I do know that I feel at peace, complete peace, for the first time in a whole lot of years. I'm not angry with you or Walter, and I want to know where this takes us. Is it wrong somehow?"

After a few moments of silence she took a sip of her brandy and made her response.

"Sweetheart, I went with Walter for the wrong reasons. I married him for the right ones. It hurt you and I've made my apologies, but think about it: what would life have been for you without Maddy? I've seen the pictures honey and she worshipped the ground you walked on, I can tell. You have a loving family even as I do. We were too young and the odds would have been against us. When you told me about your talk with her the hairs stood up on the back of my neck."

Leaning over him she placed a soft kiss on his cheek as she stroked his bald head; God! No wonder Maddy loved his bald head. It's like stroking a baby's butt, she thought. "Maddy told you there was a woman waiting for you, and I think I'm that woman if we take it slow and don't burn ourselves out." The soft stroking of her fingers were so pleasant he found his mind beginning to wander to more pleasant pastures.

Shaking his head slightly to concentrate his thoughts, he quizzically asked, "how do we do that or not do that as the case may be?"

After a few seconds of thought she replied, " by basically doing the things we did as teens." Noting his apprehension she added, "except the sex will be greater." To reinforce the thought she softly planted a kiss on his lips even as she stroked his beard. In wonderment she thought; my God! His beard is so soft it's like baby's hair. Maddy, bless you wherever you are.

As soon as Jack sipped the last of his brandy she removed the snifter from his hand and rolling over placed the pair of them on the nightstand on her side of the bed. Rising to her knees she knee-walked back to Jack and placed herself between his legs. Leaning forward until her pendulous breasts were comfortably pressed against his thighs. She looked directly into his eyes and murmured, "we have some unfinished business. This sailor's friend is asleep and it's time for reveille."

With that she opened her lips and totally engulfed his flaccid penis until her lips were touching his scrotum. The sudden warm feeling of her lips and mouth surrounding his penis certainly caused it to react as it began to wake up and stretch.

She slid her lips up and down his penis while her tongue left trails of delight in it's wake. Each touch and movement of her mouth and body made him harden a little more. The rubbing of her erect nipples pressing into his thighs and her fingernails softly stroking his balls made little paths of pleasure erupt in his mind which soon paid dividends; he was very quickly as hard and erect as a bar of steel.

Satisfied with her efforts, she straightened up as Jack tried to turn her over. Pushing him back into the pillow she clambered up his body. When she was astride of him she wrapped his penis in her hand and pulled it into her still wet pussy. Without a pause she plunged it all the way to its roots deep inside her.

"This trip is on me; rather it's on you," she giggled.

With that she pulled her hips back until only the head was engulfed. She quickly reversed direction and snapping her hips buried him completely once again.

Up jumped the Devil!

Jack's big head was largely comatose and his brain was now being driven by his little one. Without thought he shouted, "God Damn your pussies tight; just like it's been re-gunned."

The instant the words were out of his mouth he looked at Beth to see her face freeze in total shock, ignorance, surprise, and stupefaction, his mind exploded with a single thought. "What the fuck, over."

Sighing he knew he was going to have to explain it to Beth just as he'd had to explain it to Maddy many years ago . . . .

. . . The doctor had just given Maddy and Jack permission to resume full normal sexual relations after the birth of Mary Sue. That night as he was finally able to slide his penis into her delectable pussy she apologized for it's being so loose.