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Chapter three of six. Thanks to GrandTeton for editorial assistance.
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I leaned back in Julie’s direction, my face turned toward hers, and she was moving at me, too. I put my arms around her, taking in her slender softness, and lowered my face to hers, touching her lips gently. They were warm and soft. They weren’t Stacey’s lips. I had a sense of cheating on my wife. I had never been unfaithful. Stacey had sent me out looking, I reminded myself. Kissing Julie was not being unfaithful. I was following orders. It took a few minutes to convince myself.
Kissing Julie was quite an experience. I probably moved too fast into opening my lips and sending my tongue exploring. Julie opened readily, welcoming me in. Our tongues wrapped about each other, gently investigating. She was a little more forceful than I was. Her mouth was warm and sweet and inviting. My pants tightened. She ran her hands over my back and down to my bum, little flickers more than stroking. We separated a moment to catch our breaths, and her hands dropped to find me ready.
‘I’m not really good at this,’ she confessed. ‘I’ve only been with a couple of guys since asshole left. He always said I was no good in bed.’
‘Can’t possibly be true.’ It was the sort of thing you’d tell a woman you were hoping to lure into bed, even when the achievement was pretty much a dead certainty. I meant it, though. Julie kissed like she meant it. It wasn’t some kind of fake passion, ‘oh you’re so sexy screw me blind’ kiss. There was passion in there, and interest and a kind of loving. Not love at first sight ‘I’ll never let you go stuff’. More like ‘I love people and you’re a pretty good person so let’s make love’. I liked it.
Julie’s hands started wandering again and my hands were beginning to slip under Julie’s clothes to see what was there.
‘Let’s go into the bedroom and get rid of these clothes.’
‘An absolutely brilliant suggestion, my sweet.’
I followed Julie into her bedroom. She had a double bed with a feather duvet piled on its end and a long nine-drawer dresser. The taller man’s dresser was dusty. It was part of the same set.
Julie tugged me after her, her hand holding me as if I might try to get away. There was no need of that, though I liked the continuing physical contact with her. She moved not fast but steadily. When she came to the bed she stopped dead. I could almost hear her mind working.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to go ahead with this. I wasn’t sure, either. I pulled her to me and kissed her again, holding her in my arms, my hands splayed across her back. It was a calming kind of kiss, I guess, no tongue, just lips on lips and a little movement. She responded in kind.
‘Another time, dear, might be better for us both.’
‘I can’t lead you on like that and then bail at the last minute, Rob, it’s not fair.’
‘To me or to you? Let’s get to know each other better. Call you tomorrow?’
‘Yeah, that would be good. I’m sorry, it was just going too fast.’
‘I can see that.’
I kissed her again, this time with tongue and some passion and my hands roaming. Her hands roamed too. It was hard to break away.
‘A little something to look forward to,’ I joked.
‘Yeah, now I won’t sleep.’
We exchanged numbers. I started to let myself out and she moved in for another kiss, just as wonderful as the one before, just as passionate, just as sweet.
‘Now you’ve got something to look forward to, as well,’ she said. A little impish grin sneaked onto her face.
‘That I do.’ I left, hoping that my call tomorrow would yield results. I wasn’t in love, but she was a nice person and we seemed to click. Something might grow out of it.
When I got home Stacey and Barbara were both up, ensconced in ‘my’ living room, waiting to grill me. All of us used the whole house quite freely and wandered into any part of it. I knew to stay away from their bedroom and not to open a locked door. They did the same. It was all of the house rules we needed, so far.
The later I stayed out the more likely they’d stay up to question me, I was sure. Barbara knew it was a serious search for me, but she could have vicarious fun. Stacey was fascinated and wanted to hear every detail. I was a little put off by their nosiness, but soon realized that it was acceptable, a mix of caring for me and my happiness and interest in a woman who potentially would share their lives as well as mine. Really, the woman I eventually chose, if she accepted me, would have as great an impact on their lives, and our daughters’, as on mine.
‘So,’ Barbara was saying, ‘inside the door your first night out. Good work, Robert, nicely done.’
‘I like it that you gave her room and didn’t push,’ Stacey said. ‘She’s probably never had a one night stand.’
‘She’s slept with a couple guys since her divorce,’ I reported, ‘or so she said. She was too nervous for that to have been much of a lie. I like her, though.’
‘Yeah,’ Barb added, ‘she works in purchasing, and is pretty good at it. I don’t know her well, but I like what I do know of her.’
‘What about Sarah, the blonde bombshell?’ I asked.
‘Oh, was she there? She’s a pretty good soul, actually. She gets a little defensive because of her looks. Every male around seems to be hitting on her. I think you can keep her on your A list. I imagine she’ll get the story from Julie. Your restraint will please her, too.’
‘Well done,’ Stacey congratulated me, ‘you have a couple of prospects already. I’m not really surprised. You’re a pretty good guy. I married you, didn’t I? I thought I’d be horribly jealous, but actually I’m happy for you.’
‘The first time I kissed her, it did feel a little like I was cheating on you Stace, and, strangely enough, on Barbara, too. My mind had to work through that I had your permission and encouragement, and if I had that I couldn’t be unfaithful. Really, I need to find someone compatible who walks my side of the street or our loving little family here could come apart.’
‘Good work, Robert. Good night.’ I kissed them each good night and went up to my bedroom. I expected to lie awake all night, regretting that I’d let Julie go when I was sure she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Maybe it’s the purpose of a good conscience to let you sleep. I know I did until the girls awakened me the next morning looking to play. There were times I wished they were TV-bound morons watching cartoons all morning, but they weren’t and none of us would ever let them be.
Later that afternoon I invited Julie to join me and the girls for a walk in the park the next day. It was another kind of playtime, feeding the pigeons and the ducks. Frances, of course, wanted to feed them ‘all by herself’, and Cynthia tended to drop all her food for one bird so I had to dole out the bread we would bring.
Julie agreed to meet us at the park the next afternoon.
‘I mean, it’s not much of a romantic date, sweetheart, but I have the girls tomorrow afternoon and I don’t know if you like children, but I thought maybe if you did you’d like to come with us.’
‘That would be fun. I like children. The only thing about my marriage that I regret was not having children, though it would have been hard on a child when we broke up.’
‘Yeah, children are always hostages when that happens. We tried to avoid that, and it seems to have worked.’
‘See you at the park gates at 2:00?’
‘See you then.’
We were maybe a couple of minutes early, but Julie was already there. She had a bag of something, probably bread for the ducks and pigeons. The pigeons, at least, were already interested. Julie looked good in white shorts that displayed a very fine leg, lightly tanned, and a firm ass, enough size to be interesting but not flamboyant. I already knew it felt good. Really good. Not the sort of thoughts to be thinking around two little girls. She had on a sleeveless red blouse and
a sunhat. Her arms were firm, slim and rounded. I already knew they were strong, loving and comfortable.
I introduced the girls.
‘You’re pretty,’ Frances stated.
‘Thank you, Frances. You’re a pretty gorgeous girl yourself.’ I don’t know, four-year-olds are not really gorgeous, I think, but I thought Frances was, and Julie went up even higher in my opinion since she obviously shared some of my thoughts and had excellent taste. I thought Frances was bloody gorgeous, one of the lights of my life. Julie was good with Cynthia, too, letting her take her hand in the speechless way she often had.
‘You are quite wonderful, too, Cynthia,’ Julie told her. Julie was quite wonderful – another home run. This woman was really getting to me.
We had a great time together. Julie was good with the girls, attentive and respectful of their individuality, easy to please, interested in their discoveries, firm when she needed to be, without rancour. She’d make a wonderful mother.
We fed the pigeons, laughing at their antics as they struggled to be in the forefront of the crowd. Julie liked to help out the ones in the back, the ones too weak or diffident to push forward. She managed to get one to sit on her finger, much to the awe and astonishment of Frances. Cynthia likely thought Julie could walk on water by then and wasn’t at all surprised.
Ducks weren’t into sitting on fingers, and might bite, so we were a lot more careful around them. I pointed out the mother duck with her little trail of ducklings. Julie was as fascinated as the girls.
‘They come out of eggs, you know,’ Frances asserted gravely. That was the beginning of a brief biology lesson, Julie carefully inserting facts as Frances explained the facts of life, or at least duck life, to her.
We’d eaten at the concession stand, decent hamburgers that managed to get juice, mustard and ketchup all over the girls. They were sloppy eaters. I had no idea how the same things got all over Julie until I saw certain grubby paws reaching out for her. Obviously my mine canaries had given her an approval rating that was way up in the stratosphere and climbing. Julie had no issues with the mess. It was all part of our outing. She was the one who took the girls into the washroom to clean up as much as was feasible without a bath and a change of clothes. I’d deal with that when we got home.
Eventually, of course, it had to end.
‘Thank you, Julie, for a lovely day. I promised to have the girls home by six, and I guess it’s time to leave.’
‘Thank you, Julie,’ Frances nodded gravely, ‘having you here was fun. Can you come again?’
‘If that’s what your dad wants, Frances.’
‘Can we? Can we, Daddy?’
‘We’ll see.’
Julie went her way and I got the girls home and into the bath. Stacey tossed me their clothes and asked me to take them down to the laundry while she finished cleaning the girls. By that time, her job was easier, but it hadn’t started out that way.
‘Have you eaten?’ Barbara asked as I passed through the kitchen on the way to the laundry room in the basement.
‘Yeah, thanks, the girls are fed and so are their clothes.’
When I got down into the laundry room I discovered I didn’t have it to myself. A smallish woman, not too striking, but not really plain, was there with her baby. She had several loads of clean that seemed to need the dryer. It was Amber, my acquaintance from the laundromat.
‘Amber,’ I greeted her. ‘Lady Deirdre.’
‘Sir Robert. How funny that it’s your home I’m invading.’ She gave a curtsey, or I think that’s what it’s called when a woman bobs a bit and holds out her arms. Probably easier in a dress than shorts. ‘Lady Stacey said I could come over and use the dryer since the one at the laundromat isn’t working today.’
‘Glad to hear it. I’ll watch Deirdre if you want to shoot a load in the dryer on the other side. Barbara can point if you get lost.’
‘Thank you.’ She set off with another load to dry. I sorted the girls’ clothes, not too sure anything qualified as white any more, and dumped the clothes that were once white into the washer with detergent and bleach. We always used a very mild detergent for the girls’ clothes, and there were a few diapers to add. Cynthia was doing well, but the occasional accident had to be expected. Kind of like life that way, I think. Sometimes I wish we had diapers that would minimize the effects of life’s accidents.
‘Just leave my wash,’ I told Amber when she came back, ‘I’ll get it later. You can let yourself out the back if it’s easier.’ I showed her where the door was. We were built into the side of a hill so the basements had simple ground-level access to the outdoors.
‘Even if we’re none of us home, feel free to use the solar-powered clothes dryer.’ I pointed at the clotheslines out back and she laughed.
‘Maybe I will on a sunny day. The dryers at the laundromat eat money.’
‘See you later.’
‘Bye.’
So, Stacey had taken on my little waif, too? I wasn’t surprised. Stacey had a pretty big heart, and Amber was struggling. She hadn’t laid down and screamed out life was unfair so she wasn’t going to join it. She’d just noted in passing that life wasn’t fair, that was the way it was, and you had to make do with what you had to work with, unfair or not. You could help people like that without thinking you were just adding sludge to the gene pool.
I told Stacey that I’d invited Amber to use the clothelines whenever.
‘Thank you, Robert. I completely forgot. She’s trying so hard, it just seems that whatever we can do for her is so appreciated and so, I don’t know… useful, maybe. It’s as if you gave her five dollars and she bought good healthy food instead of a box of chocolates.’
‘Yeah, worth helping, that kind.’
I helped get the girls dressed for bed. It was my turn to read, so we settled in together on Cynthia’s bed while both girls hugged into me and the book. Stacey curled up at my feet, and Barbara snuggled in next to Cynthia. We were doing Green Eggs and Ham again.
‘I do not like them, Sam I am,’ Frances shouted out when it was time.
It was a good evening, as usual. Cynthia dropped off. Barbara pulled the covers up while I took Frances over to her bed.
‘Nice day, Daddy. Nice lady,’ Frances explained.
‘You’re right. Good night, little love.’
Frances got her kisses from us all.
We dug out a bottle of pop and shared a glass. None of us drank at home. I reported that the day had gone well. Julie liked the kids and was good with them. They liked her quite a bit. Julie had gone up a few more points on my scale. We’d enjoyed each other’s company.
‘Don’t commit for Wednesday night, will you? I’ve invited Clara, from work, to dinner. I set it up before you connected to Julie, a second string to our bow. You might like her. She’s a touch thin but is quite intelligent and knowledgeable,’ Barbara told me.
‘Please treat her seriously, Robert. We can’t know that Julie will be interested.’
‘Okay.’
Tuesday was a day for Julie. We were going to the early show, so I had to make my excuses to the girls.
‘Are you going to see the nice lady again, Daddy?’ Frances asked.
‘Yes, sweetheart. We spend some time together, get to know each other, decide if we want to spend even more time together. That’s how it’s done.’
‘Don’t you know already? She’s very nice.’
‘I know enough to know I want to get to know her better. I’ll tell you how it goes tomorrow.’
‘Oh, I hope it goes well.’
I picked Julie up at her apartment. We were going to the theatre out at the mall. I didn’t really care what the movie was, so I’d given her carte blanche. It seemed to me we were going to some romantic comedy. Anything she wanted would be fine with me.
The movie started off all right, lots of snide little jokes, but it bogged down quite quickly. The director hadn’t managed to mai
ntain the mood and was abusing a quite competent cast with his stupid little camera tricks, breaking the atmosphere almost as soon as it was created, switching to a high level aerial view of the wedding where the hero and heroine were supposed to meet and fall in love, all flashing eyes and heaving bosoms seen from a couple of thousand feet up. I kind of thought it would work better with one of those markers they use to describe football plays, with the colour commentator telling us who was who. Julie didn’t seem any more interested than I was.
I’d slung my arm comfortably around her shoulders when we sat down, and left it there. She’d slipped her hand over my thigh. About the time the movie lost its way she started rubbing up and down my thigh, putting some real muscle into it. A neighbouring part of me was reacting just as expected, but considerably earlier in the evening than I’d intended. I turned my head to whisper into her ear, but she was facing me and we kissed, sort of a mutual decision. It was long, slow, exciting and passionately comforting, if you can figure out what I mean by that. I’m not exactly sure myself, but it’s the way it was with Julie. I was really interested, and very comfortable being that interested.
‘Let’s get out of here,’ she told me when the kiss ended, for lack of breath rather than any saner reason.
‘You got it. Try to act nonchalant.’
She laughed. ‘I can do that because I don’t show. What about you?’
I shrugged and carried my jacket from a hand held just about belly button level. Walking was difficult with an extra leg, but I wasn’t displaying the goods for the public. Julie slid a hand under my jacket and laughed a slow sultry laugh.
‘All for me?’
‘Only if we can get to your place before it decides to go off by itself.’ She giggled. That was so sexy. But I wasn’t kidding, either.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for our first sexual experience together, Junior did go off by himself. I think he had help. Julie was forever touching him just to make sure that this tangible evidence of my attraction to her was still there. Of course, after he exploded, making a very messy situation in my jeans, he wasn’t quite so evident. That didn’t mean he wasn’t there, so Julie kept checking. He came back for her. He liked her. He really did.
When we got up to Julie’s apartment she headed straight for the bedroom. I had a stop to make in the bathroom. I cleaned up as much as I could with a washcloth and stripped off. I was happier taking my clothes off in the privacy of the bathroom. It had just occurred to me that I’d never been naked with a woman other than Stacey, not counting that abortive threesome with Barbara, since my mother had given up bathing me. I did get a quick shower. That wash cloth had been useless. I was a mess!
I walked shyly into the bedroom, lit only by a dim nightlight. Julie was lying on the bed, flat on her back, arms down by her sides. She was stiff as a board. She did look wonderful, though. She had very nice breasts, full and firm even if not very big. Lovely rose nipples with matching areolae. Her stomach was smooth and tight, with just the hint of a womanly curve to it. Stacey had a little more curve, but not too much, even after two kids. Julie had trimmed her pubic hair but there was still a solid patch, darkly inviting, masking her inner secrets.
‘God, you’re beautiful.’
‘Thank you.’ A little shy whisper.
‘What’s with the virgin sacrifice pose?’
‘I thought that’s the way men liked their women.’
‘Overgrown boys, maybe. Men like their women to be responsive. They like to give pleasure as well as receive. Makes them proud of their prowess as great lovers.’
‘Oh, Robert, I can’t be like that. I’ve never done it any other way.’
‘Well, I guess I’ll have to teach you.’
I’d done all right, so far, I supposed. My lover hadn’t exactly been abused. She’d suffered from the ignorance of her partners, though. They didn’t know any better. God, what a ringing endorsement of those fools: ‘they didn’t know any better.’ Lovely.
Here I was stuck with a lovely woman who I was coming to love more and more, and I find she’s never had any pleasure out of sex. There are ways to change that, I was sure. I didn’t happen to know what they were. I didn’t know how I could be expected to be some grand sexual therapist. I’d only ever been with one woman in my life before. How was I supposed to handle it? All I really knew was that I had to do something. I couldn’t say you’ve been so badly treated I have to get a book or take lessons on how to fix you before we make love. What kind of a blow to her confidence would that be? She didn’t have much to begin with. I think getting undressed for me took all the nerve she had.
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