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SMOKEY SAGAS #12:
‘Give Me A Little Credit Here’
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I originally wrote this as a theater play—a medium in which I used to participate—hoping to get it produced and up on the stage one day. Well, that’s not going to happen, so, since it does actually have quite a bit of nice romantic stuff in it but doesn’t really go too much further than that (though I still think it’s a really cute goofy little story) I thought I would make it my first in the ‘Non-Erotic’ category. Speaking of firsts, this is also my first story that bounces back and forth between first-person, third-person, and even a bit of second-person narrative at the beginning. The first-person portions—which are going to read like a script—are in bold and the second-person portions in italics. Hence, the introduction here in bold AND italics, to eliminate confusion. Third-person’s in its usual (non-bold, non-italic) form. And be forewarned, this is a LOOOOONG tale. At least in comparison to my previous efforts, this is my ‘epic.’ You may wish to bookmark it and come back to it. Thank you for stopping by Smokey’s, and I do so hope you enjoy your visit. Happy reading!
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Dear Reader,
Greetings. My name is Smokey, and I’ll be your narrator for the duration of whatever time you elect to spend with me.
Let me show you something. Here is a digital aerial map of the entire city in which all my stories take place. Pretty, isn’t it?
Please click on the zoom button to push in closer…yeah, right there in the center…okay, click it again…one more time…keep going…we’re almost there…okay now pan over just a little to the north-northwest…no, no, not quite that far…little bit back the other way…THERE you go. Now zoom in one more time.
See that cute little red and blue one-story there on the corner? Yeah—no, not that one. The other one.
Right! THAT one.
That’s 301 NW 3rd Avenue, a.k.a. Donna and Valerie O’Hanlon’s (newlyweds) house. The setting for the entirety of today’s story.
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Sorry? What’s that?
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Yes, newlyweds. They’re our main characters.
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Well, the main TWO…yeah, no kidding…yes, they’re married…yes, to each other…
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Oh, well, you’ll find out, the—huh?
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Well, I appreciate your interest and natural curiosity, Reader, but I don’t want to give away ALL the information right here.
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Well, you will SEE, just go ahead and read th—
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Well, READER, why don’t you just READ the story, and find out for yourSELF?
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Oh, for Heaven’s—…gee whiz, Reader, you certainly ask a lot of questions right off the bat, don’t you…goodness’ sakes. Okay, you can close out the map now.
Oh! I almost forgot. When we visit Valerie and Donna, PLEASE be discreet. As their creator, I feel it incumbent to warn you, we’re going to visit them in the middle of something of a, uh…friendly moment. Not intentionally, of course, mind you, it’s just the way it will happen. NO, no, nothing like THAT. They’re just going to be making out a little.
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Okay, now, Reader, just keep in mind that our young ladies Valerie and Donna are truly NEWlyweds. They’ve only been married for less than a month. So they’ve been a little busy with…shall we say, OTHER activities…than to unpack a lot of their things just yet. The living room’s pretty filled with boxes.
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What?…NO, no, no, don’t even worry about that, I promise you, they ARE expecting us. They extended the invitation. Trust me, you can take my word for it, they LOVE having company.
You might want to straighten out your clothing a little there, though, looks like you’ve got a wrinkle.
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(VALERIE) Kiss me, you fool.
(DONNA) Mmm…do you know what I’m gonna make you do tonight?
(VALERIE) Yeah, YOU, if things go your way, cutie-pie, hee-hee-hee!
(DONNA) Mm…damn, I could take those clothes of yours and just ri—
(VALERIE) Uh…hon?
(DONNA) Yes, love goddess?
(VALERIE) …The door.
(DONNA) …OH! HI there! Welcome to our new home! We’re so happy to have you! I’m Donna O’Hanlon, born Donna Gardner.
(VALERIE) And I’m Valerie O’Hanlon, born Valerie O’Hanlon. Donna adopted my last name because it means ‘of beauty.’ But more importantly, check out the ring, we’re newlyweds!
(DONNA) Oh yes, please excuse our lovey-doveyness. We only just got married almost a month ago. And now we have a beautiful brand-new house.
(VALERIE) We’re really glad you were able to make it, and we’ll give you a tour around in just a minute. We’re breaking it in, but we still have a lot of unpacking to do, as you can clearly see by all the boxes.
(DONNA) It’s a really big, big pleasure to have you here—especially now, because we were in no shape to have company last week…particularly over the weekend.
(VALERIE) Exactly…this past weekend we had a little misadventure. Now, we realize what we are about to tell you is gonna be a…well, a pretty silly little story.
(DONNA) Yeah—as a matter of fact, F.Y.I., this might just be the goofiest story you’ve ever been told in your lives. But it taught us, among other things, just how overzealous we c—well…I can get, over the weirdest little things.
(VALERIE) Oh, no, no, honey, you’re right, it got me rather good and obsessed too. Just please take our word for it, the whole deal was pretty ridiculous.
(DONNA) So, okay, here’s what happened. It started Saturday. We had just come home from the store, and, as luck would have it, we just happened to have NOTHING else to do the rest of this particular fine day.
(VALERIE) But, your mother came over the next day.
(DONNA) Well, yeah, but we didn’t know that at the time. So at first glance, it looks like just your average, ordinary weekend. At last glance, it turns out to be, uh…
(VALERIE) …let’s say ‘interesting.’
(DONNA) Yeah, that’s a generous evaluation. This ended up being the most interesting weekend we’ve had as a married couple so far. So, we got back home, and…I got the MAIL…
(VALERIE) She’d been waiting for something kind of, eh…heh…special, to come in the mail, for a good while. And Saturday…it finally showed up.
(DONNA) And it was pretty thrilling…although, in retrospect, I was probably just a little more excited about it than necessary.
(VALERIE) Okay, so here we go: last Saturday morning, 11:00…or thereabouts.
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September 6th, 11:12 a.m.
It was a gorgeous, late summer 77° day. Puffy cloud bits made their carefree way through the otherwise clear blue sky. The street boasted half a dozen different varieties of trees, spread out across at least every other yard, and the birds were hard at work in them chirping, flying, building nests and doing all the things birds are paid to do. Continuous light breezes circulated, refreshing the atmosphere. Citizens went about their business—and pleasure—indoors and out. A perfectly beautiful, run-of-the-mill summer day.
From the supermarket five blocks southbound down the highway and around the bends of the suburban neighborhood to 301 NW 3rd Avenue came a lime-green Volkswagen Beetle. When they pulled up, the postal worker was just departing from the O’Hanlons’ mailbox. Seeing that the mail had arrived, Donna slammed into park, jumped out and scrambled for it. Valerie stepped out of the car carefully, so as not to get trampled in Donna’s path, and hefted the not exactly lighter than air grocery bags. She was just about to ask for a little help, when she heard Donna scream in excitement.
‘Aah!’ she shrieked. ‘OMIGOD! It came, it came, it came, it came, it CAAAAAAME!’ She bolted to the door like a five-year-old on Christmas morning, fumbling for the correct key.
‘Uh, Don—’ Valerie started to say be
fore she heard the screen door slap shut. Ohhh-kay. Guess I’ll lock the car later, she thought, pushing the Beetle’s door shut with her toes and lugging the groceries in. Once Valerie finally, convolutedly maneuvered her way inside with the bags, she saw Donna admiring her new prize with a huge smile on her face, turning it over and over several times, the rest of the mail in her other hand. She seemed to be getting more excited the more she looked at it.
When she saw Val come in, Donna let out an ecstatic squeal.
‘Oh my God, it finally came!’ she reiterated. ‘You believe it? How AWEsome is this?!’
Her wife continued lumbering through the hall towards the kitchen. The grocery bags were clearly a little on the heavy side for Valerie, and the only variety of receptacle the store had on this trip were paper bags without handles—not to mention the cashier’s having stuffed them pretty packed—so she had to carry them by the sides and bottoms. Why she didn’t just bring them in one at a time, not even Val herself knew. But the last thing she wanted to do was squelch Donna’s enthusiasm, even over a credit card, so she carted them sluggishly across the living room, stopping a sec to smile lovingly at her beaming bride and nod approvingly at the card.
Valerie adored Donna with all her heart, and anything that put a smile on Donna’s pretty face put a heavenly moment in Val’s pretty life. It also didn’t hurt that she made love like an angel. And so Donna tended to ‘get away’ with doing or not doing things like this without irritating her wife. It didn’t happen often, but if Donna did something that particularly irked Val, accidentally or intentionally, all Donna had to do was smile and say she loved her—or pout and say she was sorry—and she had Val’s forgiveness.
They were amazingly lucky to have met: both single, both in need of a cute lady in their lives, with a perfect combination of things not in common to complement each other. Val was mostly easygoing, agreeable, light and fluffy, whereas Donna was—or could be—more edgy, aggressive and challenging. Val worshiped God, Donna worshiped chocolate. Donna had a kid brother, Val with no siblings. Valerie was sensible, orderly and organized, and Donna was free-spirited, flighty and capricious. Valerie was a nature and animal person, Donna was a people person.
Donna tended to give up if something took an exceptionally long time, she liked instant results. Valerie, once she became really determined, could work on a single activity forever. Thus something such as, say, the amount of foreplay in their sex lives being well-negotiated and agreed on beforehand. Donna was a smoky and passionate lovemaker, and Val was more subtle and delicate. She liked to dangle herself in front of Donna, play hard-to-get with her and mischievously tickle her wife’s libido to make her go crazy.
Then there were several good things they did have in common. They were both ardent about important things in their lives. They were both very loving, generous and giving of themselves. They both loved to laugh. And they both kissed the ground the other walked upon. They had been together for two years before they decided to pop the mutual question together, and in that time the number of fights they’d had could be counted on one hand.
‘Sweetie,’ exhaled Valerie with a grunt, ‘Did you get the rest of the mail?’
Donna, momentarily unable to take her eyes off the card, obliviously deposited the remainder of the mail in one of the grocery bags Valerie was carrying. Val stared at the bag as if it did not weigh enough already, then back at Donna again. She resumed her gracious smile. She loved this girl to tears, but an occasional ‘boy, good thing you’re cute’ moment did pop up now and then.
‘Thanks, babe,’ she breathed with a sigh, staggering into the kitchen. ‘Love you!’
During these few moments, prying Donna’s dancing hazel eyes off the credit card was like detaching suction cups, but she looked up. ‘Hm? Oh, love you too, Valentine!’ She returned to her shiny new plastic toy. ‘Okay, so let’s see here…’please call number on card to have card authorized.” She looked to the coffee table where the phone sat. ‘I believe I can do that.’
The coffee table held the telephone along with a few other miscellaneous odds and ends. The living room furniture currently consisted of the coffee table and a couple of reclining armchairs. The rest of their furniture assigned to this room was either unpacked or yet to be acquired. The phone was set up and active, although their computer was not yet. It had been indeed almost a month since they tied the knot, a week and a half of which was spent making all the financial arrangements to share their lives in this new house and moving their things in, and then another week was spent on their honeymoon. They wisely opted to get all this work out of the way first, before the honeymoon, so they wouldn’t have to worry about it during their week-long stay in paradise. So now fresh off the honeymoon, their marriage was officially well underway, though they still had a lot of unpacking to do. But that was okay, they both considered unpacking a privilege rather than a chore, a continuous reminder that this was their (married) home together. Although, because of the distinctions in their personalities, they often disagreed on where things should go.
Donna pulled one of the armchairs a foot or two closer to the table.
Valerie was opening the cupboards, drawers, fridge and freezer, putting things away as Donna studied the number on the card.
‘Um…Donna, honey?’ Val called from the kitchen. ‘Could you please come in here and help me with the groceries for two minutes?’
Obviously with a one-track mind this particular glorious morning, Donna looked up briefly again.
‘Hm? Oh, babe, I’m, uh…I’m-I’m just gonna get my card authorized here.’ She pressed the speakerphone button and consulted the number to start dialing. A moment later, she again heard the voice of her lifemate.
‘Um…Donna, honey?’ Val called from the kitchen. ‘Could you please come in here and make love to me for five hours?’
Those last seven words made a dent in Donna’s thoughts. She dropped the card on the table. ‘Be there in a second!’ She dashed into the kitchen and took her wife in her arms.
They both giggled exhilaratedly, the fiery newlywed passion long yet to wear off. Being in one another’s embrace tantalized their senses something crazy. And when their lips were in contact, everything else in the world completely went away. They squished their bodies into each other, kissing, nuzzling, cuddling and groping. There were no tables or chairs yet in the kitchen, so they pinned each other up against the counter, the refrigerator and the cupboards. They inhaled each other’s breath, letting the intoxication of their individual scents take effect. Before they knew it, they were on their knees on the tile floor.
‘D-…Donna, honey!’ tittered Valerie between kisses, ‘I still have to put the rest of the groceries away!’ She had thought she’d be able to make out and put groceries away at the same time, but she always underestimated the power of Donna’s flaming passion.
‘I have a credit card now, I’ll buy you more groceries,’ was Donna’s answer as she grabbed at her sides, making her twitch.
Val took her lips off her and gathered enough breath to puff out, ‘No, no, honey, I…I really do. Besides, we—hee-hee-hee-hee! Stop it, I’m ticklish!…Besides, we can’t have sex on the kitchen floor!’
‘Dollface, this is our house,’ Donna asserted, wrestling her down to the floor, rubbing her head against her like a kitten. ‘We can do anything we want on the kitchen floor! Hell, princess…’ she went on between kisses, ‘We could play Cops and Robbers in here if we felt like it!’ She paused, then said, ‘Hey, actually, that sounds fun!’ She flipped her eyebrows at her, thinking kinky thoughts.
‘But-…but I-…but I…’
Five kisses a
nd three well-placed touches later:
‘OH, DONNA…you little devil…why do I have to want you so darn bad?’
‘Because I’m actually a witch and I possessed your mind so you’d marry me.’
‘Ah.’
An indeterminable amount of time later, Val and Donna ambled out of the kitchen, one at a time, unable to keep their hands off each other with less than five feet of distance between them. Their hearts magnetized one another—figuratively and literally—the moment they’d said the ‘l’-word for the first time. It would apparently be still days to come before they achieved some unpacking.
‘Y’know, my bride, I hope you appreciate that,’ Valerie told her facetiously, following her back to the living room, now able to chill out and fully exercise her flirting abilities, groceries all where they belonged. ‘I don’t make out with just anybody in my kitchen.’
Donna collapsed in the armchair on the right. ‘I do,’ she dreamily sighed. Correcting herself, she added, ‘…appreciate it, I mean. I don’t make out with just anybody in your kitchen either.’ Taking another breath, she threw in, ‘Besides, actually, I thought I wasn’t allowed in your precious kitchen.’
‘Honey, you know that’s only when I’m cooking,’ said Val, crashing in the other armchair. ‘Heaven knows I’ve already got enough people rushing through my kitchen at the restaurant. At least I get a little peace and quiet here.’
‘Well, that still sounds better than being stuck in an office with a bunch of robotic straight women forty hours a week,’ Donna chuckled, soothing her eyes with generous blinks.
‘Oh really? You wanna trade?’
Donna nodded, letting it drop. ‘You’re right. ‘F it ain’t broke, don’t break it.’
Valerie giggled like a schoolgirl as she let the reality settle on her once more, and happily changed the subject. ‘My gosh, can you believe we’re married for almost a whole month now??’
Donna leaned her head back on her chair, eyes still closed. ‘Mm, yeah…’ she purred. Then she looked excitedly at Valerie and replied, ‘Can you believe my credit card came??’
‘…Yyyyyeah,’ said Val, not quite as jazzed about the card as Donna, but keeping her smile up. If Donna was happy, Val was ecstatic. But if Donna was sad, Val was crestfallen. It occurred to her that they were back home now, and had no more obligations to honor on this easy-breezy Saturday, and she had a sudden urge to feel the softness of cotton pajamas on her skin. She pushed herself up from the chair. ‘I’m gonna go get in my jammies.’
‘Oooh,’ commented Donna. ‘Can I watch?’
‘There’ll be plenty of time for that later,’ said Valerie, feeling tuckered-out by the kitchen activity. ‘Now let me go change.’
Donna felt a ping of affection cue her to say the following: ‘Why? You’re perfect.’
Valerie turned back, her heart melting. ‘Aw…’ She fell in love with Donna again every thirty seconds. ‘You’re the perfect one.’
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