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The Park

by CKing
© July 1999

As we usually did on Sundays after church, the kids and I had set down our blanket next to the park pond and began an easy afternoon of fishing and playing in the early summer sun. We all knew the fun rules and the ones that ended our trip early so it was a more relaxed free rein for all of us.

I had been drifting in and out of my book and lazy daydreams when I first spotted her walking the circle path around the pond. Her light baggy shorts and tight white tank top showed her darker tanned skin even from my blanket across the way. I’d not ever seen her in all my trips here. Not really knowing anyone by name, there were many of us “regulars” that at least waved acknowledgment in passing. As I watched her taking in the pond sites and even glancing at my children playing across the water her outline mesmerized me as she walked. She had either no hair or very very short hair and I my thoughts pictured GI Jane very nicely.

As she disappeared into the trees at the far left corner I returned to my book. The park wasn’t crowded yet today. A few other blankets spread by the sidewalks in the grass as families played. Several joggers. A couple rollerblader’s.

Calling my son down to share the Doritoes with his sister, I caught her again out of the corner of my eye walking up our side of the sidewalk in now a slow stroll. I felt her looking at me. I think I smiled once as I looked in her direction and then back towards my fighting children. In a moment, there was a soft but direct voice. “Ma’am, excuse me Ma’am, do you have the time?” she said as I turned to watch her approach my blanket.

“Sure,” I said pertly, “just a second and I’ll fish it out.” Raising my voice in the direction of the kids, “I’ll take them away if you can’t share nicely..” I spoke, then lowered my voice back again to say “sorry” in her direction. “And, I’m not a ma’am, thank you. It’s 2:10”, I said to her, looking over the rim of my round Austin Power type sunglasses, smiling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean,” she stuttered, “you have your hands full.” “Not really,” I replied leaning back on my hands looking intently up and down her, “they’re pretty cool.” She was pausing as I said “cool” and was truly looking at me as I was looking at her. We both smiled. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?” I continued softly. “Yes, how did you know?” she said somewhat hesitantly. “There’s a clock and a plaque in that big rock facing the sidewalk about 30 feet past here. If you’d been here before you wouldn’t have missed it!” I said back to her sweetly.

Sitting up smartly and sticking my hand out to her, “Hey, I’m Clara, welcoming committee chair.” She stepped forward and squeezed my hand, “I’m Sara, pleased to meet you, ma’am.”

Giving her a playful grimace I shot back, “what’s with this ma’am stuff, I’m not that much older then you.” Then after taking a chance noting her one pierced ear and closely shaven head I followed with, “Besides, beneath this polished Sunday afternoon mother at the park look could be a wild lesbian lady that would love to show you the sites of the city....if you dropped the ma’am.”

“Oh, gosh,” she blushed. Squatting down to one knee beside the blanket Sara hid her face in her land and looked like she didn’t know whether to blush harder or what. She laughed deeply then said, “Really, I’m sorry. Habit. Ex-military. You sure caught me off guard.” “No really, I’m sorry. I’m obnoxious. Your look turned me on and I guessed maybe you’d talk longer if I interested you," I said, smiling at her sincerely.

“So which one are you?” she beamed at me looking me straight in the eye, “the Sunday in the park mother or wild lesbian?” Suddenly feeling a familiar connection and the deep look into each others eyes, I spoke quietly back, “Both.”

There was silence for a moment and the birds chirping and children’s laughter suddenly flooded in. We just kinda both absorbed my statement and looked around at this point we had come to in our brief conversation.

Reaching for my business card at the side of my purse, I finally broke the silence. “I’m serious about the sites of the city. I’m in sales. Computer stuff. I get all over and can really tell you about the good and the bad. And I was new here once too, Sara.” Saying her name for the first time. It caught a little in my throat. I felt myself flush. I was distracted by her tanned body. Her soft smile. The line of her jaw. “Really, that’s sweet of you. I know about three people at my new job. I’ve only been here a week and one of them transferred in from Ohio and has been here only a week longer then me,” she spoke somewhat somberly. “Well, now, unfortunately for you, you’ve met one more! No, really, I’m a Sunday School teacher, so I’m safe, but it’s the wild part you’ll have to get used to!” I said boldly. We both laughed. “No, that’s really nice. It’d be good,” she said with a sound of relief in her voice. “What about tonight?” I said directly. “Tonight? Well, I..” she flustered. “Yeah, big plans tonight?” I broke in, “Is there a big loaf boyfriend or biker bad girlfriend somewhere that would pounce me for taking you out?” I was looking at Sara with a raised eyebrow and tight lips. She couldn’t help but laugh and then finally got out, “No. No, Clara. No biker dyke girlfriend to get ya. Sure, tonight would be fun.” We were still laughing when my son approached. “I’m not catching any, Mom, lets go to the one near the house,” my son blurted in without stopping. “Well, hello,” I said mimicking his voice, “I’m Adam, ahh.” “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. Hey, I’m Adam. Cool earring,” he said, shaking her hand politely. “Nice to meet you. I’m Sara,” she spoke to him kindly squeezing his hand. I noted her long fingers. Her strong but gentle grip. Suddenly my daughters ran over and were in on it. “Woah! Sara, this is Nicole and Michelle. Nicole, Michelle, this is Sara,” I said holding Nicole’s hand. “Hey,” they both said. Michelle immediately going over to her. Sara still squatting in the grass beside the blanket leaned back a bit losing her balance as Michelle jabbed at her ear with her finger saying loudly, “Cool earring!” I watched as Sara tumbled back with Michelle in her lap. Not missing a beat, Michelle settled into Sara’s lap still pointing at the earring and asked, “Where’d you get it? Who has the other one? Jo had one once and Mom did of the same kind.” Sara and I were laughing to each other quietly at the scene.

“I only bought one since that was all I needed Michelle,” she said factually to my daughter with a smile. “Do you have any other one’s on your body?” Nicole blurted at her. “Nicole Prince, that’s not nice,” I said scolding her. Adam didn’t miss a beat to add in his direct question quickly, “Why did you shave your head?” “Now that’s enough, ya’ll,” I said more sternly. I was feeling a little blushed but they were just kids and they are as bold as I am in more ways then one I contended. “It’s OK,” Sara broke in, “Really. I don’t have anything else pierced and a while ago I was in the army and I got used to keeping my head shaved.”

“Now, don’t anyone ask her if you can feel it or I’ll take away your Doritoes. Besides, she said only I could and it’d have to be later,” I said with a wink to Sara.

“Oh Mom,” the children chimed in. “Now can we go to the other pond? I want to fish Mom,” Adam pleaded. Standing, Sara started, “I have to get going to and the fish are really suppose to start biting later in the afternoon to give you a chance to get set up at a new spot.” Adam beamed at her and shook his head in agreement. “Well, sure you still want to venture off with me?” I said questioning Sara a bit. “Oh, I’m looking forward. This has been interesting. What time?” she said. I watched her wet her lips with her tongue and my response was delayed as she smiled more smartly at me. “I could pick you up about 9:00. What’s the address, Sara .....aaaaahh,” I said as I pulled out paper and a pen. “Sara Stevens, 1901 Rock Terrace, #B,” she said back to me. “That’s over off Sudcliff, isn’t it? The cedar ones?” I questioned back. “Yeah, on the right. You do know this city!” she said with a laugh. “Well, you’ve got my numbers on my card. Give me yours in case I get lost anyway,” I concluded. “536-7035. Casual or what?” she said with a little catch in her voice. “Whatever you’re comfortable in. I’ll probably wear shorts and sneakers. I do usually look like this all the time. Just me. Except when I’m ..naked,” I said, lowering my voice with a laugh when I said naked. Sara beamed at me with a sly sweet grin. “Then I’ll see you tonight,” she said as I stood up. Nicole cut in, “I want to go. Sara can come fishing with us and then we can all go.” “Sweetie, you’re suppose to go to your Dad’s tonight. We’re going to do big girl stuff. You know, sit around and talk and talk. You know, that kind of stuff,” I said, my youngest wrapping herself around me. I suddenly felt so motherly standing in my colored sandals and matching shorts and top with my daughter hanging onto me. I shook it off and stuck my hand out to this beautiful intriguing lady standing across from me. “It’s really been a pleasure. I look forward to tonight. I think you’ll have fun,” I said dragging out the good-bye. “Me to,” she said taking my hand and squeezing it. I felt the warmth of her hand and the sweat in her palm. I’m sure she felt mine too. “Until tonight,” I said with a smile, looking right into her eyes. “You kids catch some big ones. Bye,” she said as she turned heading down the sidewalk. “Bye Sara,” Nicole shouted. “See ya later, Sara,” Michelle yelled. “Can I touch your head?” Adam followed. She turned and waved again flashing us all a broad smile. As we gathered our stuff together I caught a last glimpse of her heading up the steps at the far end towards the back parking lot. Her step was bouncing as she took the stairs skipping every other one until she disappeared.

The kids and I fished the rest of the afternoon and I couldn’t get her off my mind. So many questions I had. Wow, what heat she created. I wanted to touch her head. I was thinking about how her fuzzy head would feel against my bare chest, rubbing between my breasts. I got goose bumps. Adam caught a big one and I had to stop.

The troops promptly picked up at 7:00, I had an hour to fight with my clothes before I really had to be ready to allow for driving time. I couldn’t remember when I had been so nervous. I’d been single now after my last long legged love for about 2 years and I’d had plenty of dates. Just this one felt different. I settled for my black shorts and a plain white low cut tank top. When I added the black and white tennis shoes I surely didn’t feel like I looked like a Sunday School teacher. More like a teenager going out for pizza. I decided not to look in the mirror anymore.

The whole way over I was bubbling over with nervousness, excitement and fear all at once. I imagined her doing the same thing. I wondered how she would be dressed. I wondered all kinds of things. Promptly arriving at 9:00 which is also so unlike me, I knocked at her door. She opened it smiling at me shyly. “Well, hello,” she said as we both stood there. She was looking at me and smiling. I drew a breath in as I scanned her. Sara was wearing the cutest wrap culottes skirt and flowered loose spaghetti strapped blouse. Her body shone. Alluringly sexy and feminine. It took me off guard a little bit. “You ready to go?” I said, wide-eyed, trying to gather myself. “Yeah, I see I’m doing the sandals tonight,” she said, with a quiet relieving laugh. Blushing, I responded, “We’ll take turns. They do look good.” I didn’t think I hid my flush very well. “Let me grab my purse,” she said reaching out of site of the door. “I didn’t know if you’d dress up more or what. Thought this could go either way. You’re really cute you know, for a Sunday School teacher,” she said smiling at me as she appeared again in the doorway. “I, I wrongfully assumed with your military background that you’d be opposed to hose,” I stuttered shyly. “Sandals, dresses, they’re OK, now hose is another story,” she said as we walked towards the parking lot. We talked easily. I liked that. Damn she looked good. “I’m the one with the parking lights on,” I said motioning towards the left end. “Nice. A Chrysler. What do you do again?” she said teasing me as we approached my car. “Oh, sales are OK, but I’m just a poor single lesbian mom. I can assure you!” I said with a laugh.

We started right away with easy questions back and forth about where we were from. Our families. A little bit here and there on who we are. The drive to the club I had picked seemed short. Walking from the parking lot to the club door our arms brushed together. Again I had goose bumps and felt sheer electricity. Automatically I started to pay for us both when we reached the front desk. I was saying hellos to all the folks behind the counter and they were taking my money as usual. “Here, I’ll get mine,” Sara tried to break in. “No, its OK. You can get the second round of drinks,” I assured her. She liked that and rolled her eyes at me, smiling. The girls behind the counter suddenly quieted as they watched Sara roll her eyes and noticed the cute new girl. “This way,” I said pulling at her arm to get her out of ear shot before they started.

“This is really nice. They don’t have big ‘girls only’ clubs near Whittington. Only a couple nice mixed places,” she said admiring the elaborate decorations. This club was nice with great lighting and large dance floor but a lot of welcoming tables and chairs that gave it more an exclusive club feel.

I waved at a few friends and directed Sara back towards a table against the wall. “Is this good?” I asked pulling out both our chairs, “What do you want to drink, Sara?” “Oh, I don’t know. What are you having?” she said. I could sense her nervousness. “Well,” I said leaning down close to her ear, “since my legs haven’t functioned since I picked you up, I’m going to have a double Jack with a coke chaser if that says anything.” She turned and
beamed up at me, her hand reaching up and a finger lightly touching my cheek. Gosh, I could have kissed her just then. I straightened back up. “Then I’ll have the same,” she said, matter of factly, “then we’ll both either recover or dance more.” Our laugh together was easy. I excused myself to get the drinks. As I waited at the bar for my order, I looked over at her. She was relaxing and taking in the room. I saw her sigh deep. Strange. Such a busy, noisy, moving room and I could see her breath out slowly. She smiled slightly as her eyes lit round the room.

Returning with the drinks, Sara put her hand on my arm as I sat down. “Really Clara, this is so nice. I really didn’t think I’d meet anyone for a while and you appeared. This is so wonderful,” she said with a quiet strain in her voice. “To meeting a nice lesbian,” I half joked, raising my glass, “No, really. I don’t question destiny. So I toast to us both being at the park today.” We acknowledged this together with the clinking of glasses then both took longs sips. We talked and talked. Things we both liked. We had both camped at a well known campground along the Parkway of Virginia in different years of our college days. Strange coincidences. Similar interests. Sara admitted to being 32 and had re-shaved her head at her milestone 30th birthday and is determined to keep it that way until she is 40 or even longer! She kept telling me I was lying that I was 38 and that Adam was 10. She made me show her my license. We both laughed at the picture.

“I’m getting this next round,” she demanded and left me watching her go towards the bar. My mind was reeling. We clicked so well. I was so in awe. I watched her smile at the barkeep and her polite mannerisms. I noticed the heat growing in between my legs as I traced my eyes along her figure and down her long slender tanned legs. I pulled my legs more tightly together as she re-approached the table with our drinks. “What’choo thinkin,” she said to me as she sat down, “You’re wearing quite a grin.” “Oh, that’s my shit eating, dazed grin. I’m sitting here blown away. I had no idea we’d talk so easily. You about ready to dance?” I questioned her, changing the subject. I think she realized how scared suddenly I must have looked and taking a sip said, “Sure. Let’s do it.” I gulped down a huge sip and moved over to the dance floor.

Further apart and getting into it slowly we danced and let the music move in. By the second song we were dancing together and touching each other and being most playful on the dance floor. You’d have thought we’d been dancing allot together the way we moved. By the third song we had let ourselves be taken by the drink and momentum of it all and were dancing hard and strong together. The next song was a slow one. I started to move back towards the table and Sara grabbed my hand and pulled me back around to her. We were still somewhat heaving from the hard dancing as I tried to settle into the slow moving sounds. Her grip was around me and she held me close to her. Her perfume lightly drifted into my nose pulling my head closer to her. We were silent and in a moving embrace. “Mmmmm”, was all she said into my ear. “Now Sara,” I said, my knees getting weaker, “this is getting dangerous. We’ve only just met.” Pausing to respond, Sara said back in a low, throaty voice still in my ear, “No we haven’t. We met weeks ago, years ago, maybe a century or two ago. It feels like longer.” Looking up into her eyes I drank in her feeling. Smiling I whispered back over the music, “so does this mean I can touch your head now?” Seductively, she took my hand and in hers, pulled it up to the top of her head and then slowly ran my hand across her cropped hair then gently down the whole side of her face. My hand still held against her cheek with her hand she turned and kissed my fingers gently. As the music moved on, I leaned in and kissed the other cheek gently then nuzzled down her neck. I felt both of us shudder. We gripped each other a little tighter and continued to just dance and sway and hold each other through the rest of the song. I felt our bodies pressing together more, a passion building that was immense. As the music stopped we both pulled away from each other but held our hands tightly together. As we sat back down to the table another jolting loud song began. We drank our drinks and looked wantonly at each other. “You about ready to go? It’s getting a little loud and probably very late,” I said. “Yes. I’m ready. But Clara. Would you humor me. Being ex-military ya know. Don’t ask, Don’t tell. It’s been a really long time since I’ve felt free enough to really do this. But...” she hesitated as she came over and stood in front of my chair, “I really want to kiss you. Right here. Right now. In this open place. It can be a thank you kiss for taking me out. Please?” “You don’t have to thank me. I want to thank you for such a good time. And you can have a kiss anytime, I’d venture to say,” I said looking up at her calmly. She moved closer to me then just sat down straddling my lap and took my face in her cupped hands then kissed me. Long and soft. Probing and sweet. My lips felt hers and as my tongue gently explored her mouth, I forgot where we were. I don’t know how long we kissed. It seemed to be endlessly wonderful. Both tasting. Both heated and flush. I started to run my hands down the length of her body and I felt her press more into me. We kept kissing as our hands moved slowly up and down each others body. I was so on fire. I wanted her touching me. A thud on my shoulder jolted me away from her sweet lips. “Gee, Clara,” a voice boomed I recognized as one of the barkeeps, “take it home, girlfriends, mmmm, take it home.” Both of us blushed, and we smiled at each other as we tried to straighten up a bit. She leaned down once more and Sara pecked me lightly on my cheek before she got up from my lap. “Take me home, dear,” she said as she pulled at me with a wink. The barkeep smiled and shook her head at us.

We held hands walking to the car. We held hands as I drove. There wasn’t much talking except for a little small talk about the crowd at the bar and that Sara really liked it.

As I turned off the car I asked “Can I walk you to your door?” “I hoped you would,” Sara responded. We walked silently to her apartment. She unlocked the door and I stood by it as she went in and turned on a light. “You can come in, ya know,” she said to me as she came to the door where I still stood. Without answering her, I grabbed her and pulled her into me and kissed her. Her arms went around me and leaning back against the frame of the door we kissed and kissed. There was so much passion, so much desire between us. Taking a step back, I stopped and looked at her. Very quietly she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Sara,” I started, “this is too weird. Gosh, I’d love to make love to you right now. Feel your body totally against mine and touch you everywhere. But something is making me stop. I only want to stop because I want to see you again. Is this making any sense?” I moved again towards her and put my hands on each side of her waist and stared into her eyes. She kissed me softly again on my cheek. “Yes, I guess I see what you mean. It just feels so good. So right. I haven’t wanted to make love with anyone in so long that I didn’t want to lose my chance. You have carried me away.” “Well, I’m not going to tell you how hard this is for me. Gosh, you are so sexy. But I want to get to know you. If this is as special as I hope it is, I don’t want to blow it. Besides, I’m the one with all the kids and you better think about all that first. Then if you still want to fuck my brains out then run, I’ll probably let you because you’re so cute,” I said, then kissed into her neck. “I met them first, remember, and I’m ex-military, so I’m trained to handle all kinds of situations,” she said with a light sweet laugh. Passionately we kissed for several moments. “Can I take you to lunch tomorrow,” I breathed to her between kisses down her neck. “Mmmmm, I’d like that,” she cooed as her head went back as I kissed down the strap of her blouse and just above her left breast. “You’ll page me in the morning with a number to call you back?” I whispered still kissing just above her blouse line over her breast. “Oh yes,” she said, not moving.

Pulling down the edge of her shirt with a finger my lips kissed down to her hard nipple. I took it in my mouth gently and sucked on it softly for a moment. “I’m going to drag you in here and take you down if you don’t watch out, dear Clara,” she said to me almost panting. I was suddenly reminded that I was in her doorway. Straightening up, I kissed her mouth. We probed and lingered in the passionate kisses. “Mmmmm, Sara, until tomorrow then,” I said not wanting to stop kissing her. “I still wish you wouldn’t go, but I understand,” she said, “I’ll page you in the morning from work.” I kissed her again and then pulled away. She watched me go to my car. I turned several times to smile at her and wave. After opening my car door, I blew her a kiss. She still stood and watched me as I drove out, her silhouette outlined by the light behind her burning in my rearview.

Gosh she was beautiful I thought as I drove home. Gosh, she was interesting. My head was reeling. My palms sweating as I gripped the steering wheel. I thought of us making love. I was on fire. I was kicking myself for leaving, but glad that I did.

It was whirlwind after that. Seeing her sparkling eyes at lunch the next day. Inviting her to dinner for Tuesday night. The kids were there and we kissed on my porch before she left. We were getting hungrier and hungrier for each other. I think we both wondered silently “when”. In between work, we talked every chance we got and until late into the night before bed. On Wednesday at lunch, I told her the children were going to visit with their father for the weekend and asked if I could take her to dinner. She pouted so cute and asked me so sincerely if she had to wait until Friday to see me. We arranged for her to have dinner with the kids and I on Thursday in appeasement. Again, we kissed hungrily on the porch before she left. I was looking forward to being alone with her. I think she was as well. That night on the phone just before bed she said, “I’m going to kiss you tomorrow night, you know.” “No, I’m going to kiss you,” I teased.

I picked her up at 7:00 and she looked radiant. “Are you sure you still want to go to dinner?” she asked me as I kissed her at the door. “Now, come on, we can get through dinner and I have a surprise. I’m starved,” I said to her acutely. “Oh, OK, what have you gone and done?”, she asked intently. “I’m not telling just yet, you’ll see later,” I said back as she locked up the apartment. We talked lightly about work and the kids through most of dinner. Towards the end Sara looked up at me and spoke most softly, “I want to make a toast.” Grabbing my glass I said “OK, what do you want to toast to.” “This has been the wildest week Clara Prince,” she started, “and I want to toast to you meeting me and being so sweet.” “I don’t know about the sweet part but I will surely toast to us meeting,” I said as I held my glass up. We clinked them softly and then took a sip. We sat for a few minutes just smiling into each others eyes and holding hands on the table top. “Listen,” I said, breaking the silence, “there are some things I want to say to you, but not here. Are you ready to go?” “Yes, will you tell me where?” she asked tentatively. “Not just yet. You’ll see soon enough. Come on,” I told her as I stood grabbing the check. We paid and walked hand in hand to the car. Just at her door she pulled me to her and kissed me long and soft. “Dinner was fabulous dear. You are fabulous,” she said to me. I squeezed her hand then opened her door. We drove holding hands as she played with my fingers.

“This is the park,” she said turning to me as I pulled the car over and parked it just down from the park entrance’s locked gate. “I know. Come on,” I said and got out before she could respond. I walked back and opened the trunk. I put my purse in and pulled out a blanket. Wrapping her arm around mine as we headed towards the pole that shut cars out of the park at night she said, “This is sweet. This is where we met.” We ducked under the pole and walked over next to the pond in about the place where I’d been the day we had met. I spread out the blanket as she watched me quietly. Coming around to her, I took her hand in mine and stood very close to her. She started to speak, but I put my finger to her lips. “Sara Stevens,” I said, “almost a week ago I met you right here. I have thanked God every day for blessing me with you. You have lit my world on fire. I hope that all now I have is time to learn everything about you, make you happy and safe and feel all these feelings grow.” She started to speak again and again I put my finger to her lips. “I said before that I don’t fuck with destiny. I think that I am falling in love with you and I can only hope that maybe I am your destiny, too,” I said to her sincerely trying so hard not to cry. We stood looking at each other in the moonlight and she finally reached her hand up and moved a tussle of my hair. “Clara,” she said, taking both my hands in hers, “I’ve felt such a strange connection from the moment you squeezed my hand right here in this park. I know this is crazy, but I’ve loved you since that first night. All week being with you and seeing how wonderful you are has made me only want you more. I don’t see what you see in me, and I don’t know why you’re even still here. But, I want you. I’ve wanted you so badly to want me. I love you, Clara Prince. I love you.” We then kissed long and sweetly. Holding each other tightly. “Oh, Sara,” I said, my arms wrapped around her. “Oh Clara,” she said, kissing all over my face and lips. We were crying and kissing then laughing at each others sweet tears.

I pulled her down to the blanket and then laid down beside her just looking at her. “Are you sure Sara? Are you sure my life’s not to scary? Will you let me love you and try to make you happy?” I said to her searching her eyes. “Oh Clara, what is scary is if you were to go away. That’s the scary part for me. I hope you’ll let me fit into your life, the kids. Be apart of it all. It scares me more to think of not having you, not being with you,” she cried back to me. Leaning over to her, I put my mouth on hers and felt her lips part to mine. I savored her taste and took in her tongue. Feeling her pull me into her and kiss me back with such passion and desire lit me on fire. We kissed and kissed, our hands moving along each others bodies. Sitting up beside her, I took off my shirt and bra and set them aside. I pulled her shirt up and over her head. Looking up at me looking down at her beautiful, pert breasts, she pushed down and out of her shorts. I followed taking off mine. I laid back down beside her on my side and wiggled right up against her. With my right hand, I started at her lips and traced my finger down under her chin, down her neck and down the middle of her chest just over her heart. I felt her body shudder under my touch. Sara then grasped my hand and pulled me on top of her. Our cool flesh touching together. She kissed me and pulled me into her, then rolled me over on my back with her atop me, still kissing me. I found her breast with one hand and kneaded it as we kissed and ground our bodies together. Moving to one side of me, I felt Sara’s hand exploring my body gently, but surely. She rolled my left nipple between her fingers making me moan. She pressed her hand on down my stomach and paused for a moment touching my bellybutton. I felt her hand moving down my body further as I tried to keep my wits and still kiss her. She pushed my legs apart some with her hand and then began to play my pubic hairs between her fingers. I was on fire. I was in heaven. I wanted her to touch me there so badly. She gently slipped her finger into the folds of my cunt, then moaned into my mouth as she felt my warm wetness. Up and down across my vagina, she pressed her fingers and played with the tip of my clit. I was wreathing beneath her touch and my body was pressing up into her hand for more. She then penetrated me with her finger causing my back to arch up. She moaned again into my cheek. I was trying to hold on and all I could do was keep my grasp on her back with one hand and the blanket fisted up in the other. Stroking into me with a fevered rhythm she drew me closer and closer to my peak. Her taut nipples bouncing and hitting my chest with each stroke. Suddenly, I gasped and the orgasm rushed through me. I moved my hand over hers and held her finger inside me, still, as my body came and trembled and shook. My body went limp and I cried out as the rushes continued. “Oh Clara,” she whispered, “Oh Clara.” Gently she kissed along my cheek and my neck. For a moment, I couldn’t do anything put lay there, limp and rushing. Then, pulling her arm up, her finger coming out of me, I directed her mouth onto mine. I kissed her deep and long. She rolled on on top of me and buried her cunt onto mine. I felt her warm wetness as it touched me. She began to kiss me feverishly and grind herself into me. Up and down. Up and down. Her body pressed on me. Her throbbing clit stroked with each move against my pelvic bone. Her orgasm building, she pressed up and down against my cunt. Grasping my shoulders tighter and tighter, her head went back and her body arched. I heard her cry out and then I felt an explosion of her fluids between my legs. “Oh, God, Oh God,” was all she was crying as I felt her body tremble and shake. In a moment, she collapsed down on top of me and buried her head in my neck. Her arms and legs limp at my sides. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. Still feeling her tremble. Still feeling her cunt throb against my leg. I rubbed her bristly head and it made me smile. I rubbed my hand on down her back and felt her beautiful body collapsed down on top of me. I felt so blessed. In a while her hands came up and gripped at the undersides of my shoulders and we held each other longer. Pulling her head up finally, she kissed me then said, “I knew it would be this good. I just knew it.” Seeing a tear roll down her cheek and sparkle in the moonlight, I kissed it and said to her quietly, “Oh sweetie. From here it only gets better. Better and better.” After a while we dressed and went back to her apartment. We made love again and again. Remembering my first touch into her still catches my breath. We awoke the next morning wrapped in each others arms.

We explored and absorbed each other more over the next 9 months. Juggling kids and schedules and back and forth trips from my house to her apartment before I convinced her to move in with me. Our love grew stronger and stronger and everything just worked itself out. It was better. She asked me to marry her five months after moving in and I was overjoyed. I agreed, but only if we could do it the following year on our park anniversary. She had laughed and said “Which one? The first time we met or the first time we made love?” I had laughed back, then said “Both. I’ll marry you twice that week to assure it’s forever.” She kissed me. I felt it to my toes.