Longly Prep 2
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From the author,
A grateful thanks to Lady_Silver for again limiting my folly and to RedHairedandFriendly for her help and guidance. I also wish to thank warmhoney1 and Barbara. All of the aforementioned ladies answered my questions fully and honestly so that I could better understand the thoughts and feelings of the fair sex in matters of the heart. Any sins of omission or commission are mine ’cause I can’t leave well enough alone.
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The Story
God Dammit! Why’d he promise to be there? What purpose would it serve?
In his hand he held the invitation he’d almost thrown in the fireplace until he’d gotten the phone call: ‘You are invited to attend the thirty year reunion of the Western High School Class of 1956 to be held at Western High School, Friday and Saturday 8 and 9 August, 1986. Your RSVP is requested.’
The phone call had come from his old buddy, Burl, who’d somehow found himself on the reunion committee. His old bud had always been a very persuasive character as witness the times the two of them had gotten in trouble over some hair-brained scheme Burl had suggested and he’d finally acquiesced to.
Laying back in his recliner jumbled thoughts flashed through his mind, so chaotic and out of sequence he couldn’t catch one and hang onto it.
In disgust he tossed the invitation on the end table, downed his evening brandy, and setting the snifter on the table beside him rose to head upstairs to bed.
Even there his mind was awash in distorted memories as he tossed and turned before falling into a troubled sleep.
The alarm woke him at 10:00 the next morning as was his custom since retiring after twenty-six years in the Navy. His one promise to himself had been, no more getting up early to head to the ship. He’d spent too many years doing that and now he was finally free to give into his ‘night owl’ being, going to bed late and rising late.
Groggily he peered into the bathroom mirror as he lathered his face. His facial features betrayed his Finnish origins with the high cheek bones and slight oriental tilt of the eyes typical of the race. The first thought on seeing his reflection was, damn you’re getting old. Wrinkles were starting to form around his lips and his sea foam blue eyes. Looking at his grey and white beard he slowly trimmed around it with his razor. Finishing that task he again reached for the shaving cream to apply the foam over the top, sides, and back of his head as he prepared to shave it. He’d been shaving his head for over 25 years and had seen no reason to change that ritual when he’d retired. Besides Maddy, his late wife, had loved to run her fingers over his shaved head and plant soft kisses on his bald pate.
After brushing his teeth he stepped into the bathtub to take his morning shower. The morning ablutions having been completed he dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist as he moved into the bedroom to dress.
Standing in front of his mother’s old full length mirror he stared at an old familiar figure, a man heading towards the fifty year mark with great rapidity, and beginning to show a slight paunch. He was short, being only 5’7′ in height, but the muscles in his arms and legs were still firm and if it wasn’t for that little roll of fat around his hips he’d look pretty much the same as he had as a youngster.
He’d already decided that he didn’t want to be bothered fixing breakfast so he locked up and climbed into his car, heading to his favorite restaurant.
Gloria, the waitress on the morning shift, welcomed him with a warm friendly smile and seated him in his own personal seat where he could watch the customers come and go as he ate his usual fare, two eggs over easy, home fries, and sausage, along with the first of what would be a flood of black coffee by the end of the day.
Breakfast over, he climbed back into his car to head to Western High School to register. Every fiber of his being wanted to turn the car around and head for home but he’d promised, and a promise made was a promise kept. Grimly, he sailored on towards his destination.
Having registered and been duly pinned with a little white tag which had his name on it and class of 56 printed below, he headed towards the gym where the reunion would begin.
Having picked up a cup of God awful punch he stood looking at his old class mates. Some he could recognize but most not a bit as they’d changed so much over the years that recognition was damn neigh impossible.
He almost failed to hear the soft voice speak his name. ‘Jack, is it really you?’
He didn’t have to turn to recognize the voice.
Every fiber of his being wanted nothing more then to turn and scream, ‘Fuck you whore bitch,’ and head for the nearest exit.
Suppressing his feelings he turned to face that old familiar voice.
She was totally surprised by his demeanor when he finally turned to face her. The thought quickly ran through her mind as she stared at his stone face and angry eyes, ‘could he still be that angry and hurt after all these years?’
At that instant fate intervened as Jack felt an arm on his shoulder. ‘Hey buddy, I’m glad you were able to make it. We missed you.’
Turning his head slightly he found himself looking at his old ‘trouble buddy,’ Burl. God! It’d been a wonder they’d actually been allowed to graduate. The antics they’d gotten into were in the realm of school legend and they’d spent many hours in front of the principle’s desk trying to lie their way out of being expelled.
Shaking Burl’s hand he again turned to face Beth only to find Burl’s wife, Patty, with her arm around Beth’s waist.
After a few moments the four of them broke apart to move off in different directions. The rest of the afternoon was as dismal as the beginning had been.
They all returned to the gym for the evening banquet.
Walking around to the various tables to find out where he was supposed to sit he suddenly found himself next to Beth again.
‘Seems like we’re to be seated together,’ she said with a wry smile.
‘God Damn, Burl did this deliberately. I’m going to have to bust his chops,’ flashed through Jack’s angry mind.
Quelling his anger and ever the gentleman, Jack held her chair for her and then seated himself.
The evening’s fare was the usual horrible reunion repast of over-cooked chicken, potatoes, and vegetables, with half-done biscuits, served with an unappealing dessert.
Before the endless speeches of the class blow hards began Beth turned towards him and taking one of his hands in hers began to speak, ‘Jack, I didn’t realize how angry and hurt you were and still are. I know you want to just get away from me and let it be, but I think we need to talk. Will you please give me the time and the courtesy to explain myself and my thoughtless actions to you?’
Seeing no way out of what would be a fruitless and unsatisfactory session he reluctantly agreed to call her on Monday.
The rest of the reunion had been just about as boring as he’d thought it would be. The sight of Beth talking to this group or dancing with this old class mate or that at Saturday night’s dance began to work on his mind and doubts began to form.
In the quiet of his house he began to analyze the feelings of hurt and anger that he’d carried like a badge of honor all these years. Were they misplaced? Were they long overdue to be thrown in the trash like an empty pipe tobacco pouch? Had he been fair to his wife carrying that anger around? It had to have affected his marriage and not in a good and wholesome way.
The final twist to the knife of self doubt happened at church on Sunday when Rev. Foster delivered his homily on that particular Sunday. The whole theme was on forgiveness. Each sentence struck him like a gale force wind and he swore the minister was staring into his eyes and peering into his soul during a sermon tha
t seemed to castigate him personally in a never ending symphony of accusation.
Later, as the Summer sun began to disappear behind the tall Cedar trees to the West of the small cemetery behind Trinity Church, he found himself approaching a familiar headstone. Seating himself in front of it he packed his pipe and lit it as he gazed upon the marble memorial. There was his name and birth date, John F. Heikinen, born 1938. Next to it was the name and the dates of his beloved wife, Madeline Heikinen, born 1938, died 1984. On each side of the names was a single rose reaching towards the heavens in supplication.
Slowly and in a tone so low as to be almost a whisper, he began to talk as he described his feelings and his need for forgiveness for the grief he’d caused her over the years by his unwillingness to let the past go.
The sight of the memorial stone blurred as the tears ran down his cheeks and he felt rather then heard the words that could only have come from his beloved.
‘Leave all of the pain and anger here with me sweetheart and I’ll take care to make sure that it doesn’t touch you again. Please get on with your life now because I know there is a woman waiting for you so that you won’t have to live your life in loneliness and sorrow any longer.’
For the first time since his wife’s death he fell asleep with a peaceful heart in the calm relaxed atmosphere surrounding the bedroom as if Maddy was standing watch.
Following Monday morning’s breakfast, Jack found himself dialing the phone number Beth had given him Friday evening at the reunion.
After a short conversation with Beth, they’d agreed to meet, eat, and talk on neutral ground at a restaurant they’d enjoyed in their youth. To ensure privacy, he’d called to make reservations for an out of the way table so prying ears wouldn’t overhear their conversation.
Arriving a few moments early Jack stood outside and lit his pipe for a last smoke before dinner. He was shortly joined by Beth. Cleaning the dottle from his pipe he held the door open and followed her inside.
Once seated they looked over the menu in a silence which continued until the meal had been served and the waiter had retired.
During the meal the conversation was confined to catching up on the events of the past. She went first.
‘Right after high school I married Walt. We had two kids, a boy, Wayne, and a girl, Sue. For some reason Walt felt a need to join the Marine Corps. On his second tour of duty in ‘Nam he was killed during the Tet offensive in 1968. He was a Sgt. at the time in charge of some mortar unit. He must have done something out of the ordinary as he was awarded the Silver Star posthumously. ‘
Her words surprised him. He’d heard Walt had been killed in ‘Nam but that was all. Walt’s stature suddenly took a huge rise in his estimation of the man.
She continued on, ‘Wayne has followed in his father’s footsteps. He is a Sgt. Major in the Corps and thinking about retiring. Sue is married to a wonderful man and a mother of three, two boys and a girl, so now I’m an old granny.’ The last was said with a proud smile.
Now it was Jack’s turn. ‘After graduation I joined the Navy. They sent me to Fire Control School after boot camp. I married Maddy in 1960. I have two kids, Sam and Mary Sue. I retired in 1982 and Maddy died from cancer in 1984.’
The last brought a compassionate touch of his hand by Beth.
‘My parents died in 1985 in a car accident, so I returned here as they left the house to me in their will. I brought Maddy’s ashes here and had her reburied in the Trinity Cemetery.’
This last brought another squeeze of his hand.
By this time they had finished with dessert so they were able to exchange photos of their respective families. Jack was at last able to view the man he’d always thought of as an interloper and usurper. That thought was finally laid to rest as he saw a man wearing his Marine dress uniform with Beth and their children. What he beheld convinced him that they were a truly loving family.
For her part Beth was also looking at a picture of a loving family. He was dressed in the uniform of a Master Chief Petty Officer who held a beautiful woman whom she’d never met. Their children were tightly embraced by the couple in a manner that suggested their love was in equal measure to hers and Walt’s.
She knew the time had arrived. ‘Jack . .’
Before she could utter another word, he squeezed her hand and placed a finger to her lips.
‘Don’t say anything Beth. For many years I’ve carried a load of hurt and anger, but it’s over. I know you want me to forgive and forget. There’s nothing to forgive, the past is over and done with.’
She looked intensely at his face and into his eyes. It was amazing. The hurt, anger, and pain were gone. What she saw was a man at peace with himself. She had no idea what’d happened to change things but she found herself smiling in relief. She knew she dared not ask but thought that if the renewal of their relationship continued she’d learn someday.
Leaning over the table she clasped his two hands with hers. Speaking in a soft warm tone she asked, ‘Jack, Could I make dinner for you tomorrow? It’s been years and I think we both need to catch up some more.’
After Jack paid the bill he escorted her to her car. Just before she sat down in the seat, she gently caressed his cheek, and then softly kissed it while thanking him for the evening.
That night was a very strange night for Jack. As he started to drift off into a contented sleep he found himself in a state of arousal. The picture in his mind’s eye was not Maddy, but a young teenage Beth with the perfect body and perky breasts. He felt his penis becoming erect in a way it hadn’t in several years. He wasn’t able to shake the picture of the young Beth he’d known and loved from his mind.
He slowly began to stroke his penis as he remembered the feeling of her soft skin under his hands. No, they’d never gone all the way (as the phrase was back then), But she had given him a hand job or two and he’d sucked her nipples as he pushed a finger in and out of her pussy. The remembrance roused him to a greater level as he stroked his penis with more emphasis while he recalled those nights at the drive in movies and lover’s lane. The familiar pulsing in his hardened penis told him it wouldn’t be long now as he speeded up his efforts. Suddenly his release was upon him as his body stiffened and his ejaculation began. Spurt after spurt erupted from his slit to fill the handkerchief he’d placed next to him. He was finally able to fall into a deep peaceful sleep free of sexual tension.
Beth also experienced a very strange night. As she drove home the scent of Jack, the smell of his pipe, and the feeling of his cheek where she’d kissed him began to awaken her own desires. Trying to shift the picture to Walt proved fruitless. As she climbed into bed she was astounded to find her panties were damp and she was horny.
Sliding her panties off she began to push a finger in and out of her wet pussy as her thumb slowly rubbed across the top of her now erect clit. Her other hand was busy squeezing her breasts and pulling on her stiff nipples.
Slowly her body climbed an old familiar hill as she reacted to her feelings. One finger in her pussy wasn’t enough. Two would be better. As the second finger began its magic she wondered what it would be like to have Jack’s penis sliding in and out of her pussy. That thought took her to the next stage of arousal and her hands became increasingly busy as she brought herself to the top of the hill. She was there. The next few strokes drove her over the edge as she happily threw herself into the abyss of a most enjoyable orgasm.
As her body came down from its journey of lust she found herself drowsily and contentedly falling into a peaceful sleep. Her last thought was how much better it would be if she could cuddle up against Jack as they drifted off to sl
eep together.
The next morning found the two of them in a wary and apprehensive mood. Their thoughts were the same, was last night just an itch to scratch? Were they rushing into things too soon? Would Jack (Beth) think they were being forward? Could it possibly work out? Many questions but no concrete answers.
They each privately promised to give it their best shot.
Jack even went to the trouble of visiting his local liquor store to gather up a fine red and white wine. He had no idea what Beth was preparing but he wanted to be ready for any eventuality. He also bought a great brandy to sip following the meal.
Returning home he soon found himself washing and waxing his car in preparation for the evening. They weren’t supposed to be going anywhere but the sailor in him said to be prepared. Besides, what would Beth think if he parked a filthy car in her driveway?
Beth flew about the house cleaning up and making her own preparations. She’d made an appointment at the hair dressers and also made sure her favorite outfit was clean and ready to wear.
At 4:30 everything was done that could be done and she headed to the bathroom for a calming soak and cleanup. A half hour of lying in her lavender scented bath water made her feel like a new woman.
Emerging, she stood in front of her mirror as she Patted herself dry. What she saw in the mirror made her frown. Her breasts had begun their inevitable descent towards the floor. Her butt looked like twin balloons and her thighs were ones a Holstein cow would envy. She even stuck her tongue out as she looked at her face and the extra chin she was sporting. Coupled with her wrinkles and graying hair she saw nothing that would please Jack.
Sighing, she began to dress and cover up her imperfections.
At 6:30 Jack made his way up the steps to the door of her small bungalow and rang the bell. When Beth opened the door she felt her legs buckle at the sight before her. Jack was standing there with a bouquet of thornless red roses. In his other hand he had a paper bag. He was sporting a pair of black trousers, with a white short-sleeved Polo Barong shirt just like one of those Walt had brought back from the Philippines. On his head was a white Panama straw hat. His shoes glistened like a mirror, and my God, he looked handsome.
She threw the screen door open for him and stepped back as he entered her living room.
After Jack entered he took a few seconds to let his eyes adjust to the room. He extended his arm to present her with the roses and for the first time really looked at her without the blinders and the haze of his anger and hurt to distort the view.
The sight before him was much better then his thought of a young Beth last night. Here was a mature woman of about 5’5′ in height. Her hips were a little wider as befits a mature woman and if she turned around and walked away from him he’d guess the sway of her hips and butt would drive him wild.
She was wearing a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, with the hem ending just above her knees. Looking at her stockings and her black pumps he’d bet the farm they were thigh highs or else held in place with a garter belt and were not panty hose. That met with his approval as Maddy had also hated panty hose.
Her bodice was cut just low enough to expose a truly impressive cleavage which was accentuated by a jade green necklace which rested just at the top of her cleavage.
Her face was framed by her blond hair with gray streaks here and there which only added to her beauty. He loved the tiny little extra chin she sported and her green eyes were complimented by the jade green earrings dangling from her ears.
He couldn’t help himself. With a low whisper he managed to gasp, ‘my God you are the loveliest woman I’ve seen in years.’
His comment brought a blush and curtsey as she managed to eek out a ‘Thank you kind sir.’
As he handed her the roses he could at last inhale the scent she was wearing. He would know that scent anywhere. It had also been his wife’s favorite, Chloe’, A scent which had got his complete undivided attention anytime she’d worn it.
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