system? Gabriel’s eyes questioned my reaction as I broke into tears, then he wrapped his arms around me. “Ooooh girl, what have you done to me?”
“Whoooa,” I said in shaky voice. “What have you done to me? Here I am, the mother of a three-year-old, feeling like I finally lost my virginity. And where did those giggles come from? How embarrassing.”
“Yeah, for a split-second I thought you were letting me know I’m hysterically funny in the sack.”
“Well, funny ain’t exactly the word for it.”
“Look out Blondie, you’re startin’ to talk like me.”
We lay silently together for a few minutes, sharing soft kisses. “I need a smoke.” He climbed out of bed and walked into the living room. Tactfully leaving the scene, I presumed. But he returned and set his ashtray on the ever-so-gaudy Spanish nightstand before climbing back into bed. Lying together, we chatted about Nixon, Vietnam, flower power, and even Earth Day. But when he attempted to talk economics, I cringed. “That’s a guy thing, like politics. So pleeease keep those discussions between men friends. Do you read mythology, specifically Plato’s
Symposium
in which Aristophanes explains the origin of love?”
“Now that legendary ‘Split-apart’ crap truly is a girl thing—like tampons and douches.”
Exhausted and totally satiated as he lightly stroked my arm, I fell into a sound sleep. Hours later he started kissing the back of my neck, which I presumed were departure kisses. Once again I presumed wrong. Round two went even longer, and he caressed my worn-out body as we drifted to sleep for a couple of hours.
Round three.
Really?
No mistaking that nudge. But just as every pore of my body began blending with every pore of his, Gabriel mumbled, “God, this isn’t right. . . No, I can’t. . . Please God, don’t allow this.”
Took the snap out of my garters. I swallowed back tears, realizing this Catholic man was regretting his actions. Then he softly whispered, “Cherie, I love you. It isn’t right and I shouldn’t, but God help me I do.”
I couldn’t respond as he pulled me into his arms and began softly snoring. I slept an hour.
Awakened by the softness of his lips on the back of my neck, I realized the night hadn’t been some bizarre, incredible dream, and then the tightness of his arms around me confirmed it. A dream? Even my overactive imagination couldn’t have conjured a dream of this magnitude. Besides, my thighs and lower body were weak as I rolled over to face him.
“This is right,” he said softly.
“I know Gabriel,” I assured him, trying to shove those sneaky guilt feelings my mother had so skillfully planted, to the back of my head.
At sunrise Gabriel slid from bed, showered, and kissed me goodbye. I didn’t know where he was going, but knew he’d be back.
“Wanna do lunch before taking me for my car?” I asked Kat when she arrived.
Her normal grin went ear to ear as she walked inside my apartment. “I knew it! I knew it!” she trumpeted. “I saw the looks between you two and watched Gabe’s attitude change almost overnight. He actually seemed compassionate. Well, I guess with you he was more like passionate.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“You’ve got the look, cutie.”
“Well, unless I was having convulsions last night, I finally know what the big O is all about. Plus I learned simultaneous orgasms don’t justhappen, they’re brought on by thoughtful men who hold back until you’re ready for glorious uncontrollable body spasms that leave you tingling for hours. So to speak.” I shivered.
“I’m just happy you finally had an orgasm.”
“You’re happy? Before Gabriel, I never knew what the word meant.”
“So. . .” Kat fluttered her eyelashes. “Gabe the asshole was great in bed?”
“Oh pleeeease. Even if I never see him again, he’s being listed in my will. Let’s get going and I’ll tell you all about it on the way.”
After a quick lunch filled with every
“Whoooa,” I said in shaky voice. “What have you done to me? Here I am, the mother of a three-year-old, feeling like I finally lost my virginity. And where did those giggles come from? How embarrassing.”
“Yeah, for a split-second I thought you were letting me know I’m hysterically funny in the sack.”
“Well, funny ain’t exactly the word for it.”
“Look out Blondie, you’re startin’ to talk like me.”
We lay silently together for a few minutes, sharing soft kisses. “I need a smoke.” He climbed out of bed and walked into the living room. Tactfully leaving the scene, I presumed. But he returned and set his ashtray on the ever-so-gaudy Spanish nightstand before climbing back into bed. Lying together, we chatted about Nixon, Vietnam, flower power, and even Earth Day. But when he attempted to talk economics, I cringed. “That’s a guy thing, like politics. So pleeease keep those discussions between men friends. Do you read mythology, specifically Plato’s
Symposium
in which Aristophanes explains the origin of love?”
“Now that legendary ‘Split-apart’ crap truly is a girl thing—like tampons and douches.”
Exhausted and totally satiated as he lightly stroked my arm, I fell into a sound sleep. Hours later he started kissing the back of my neck, which I presumed were departure kisses. Once again I presumed wrong. Round two went even longer, and he caressed my worn-out body as we drifted to sleep for a couple of hours.
Round three.
Really?
No mistaking that nudge. But just as every pore of my body began blending with every pore of his, Gabriel mumbled, “God, this isn’t right. . . No, I can’t. . . Please God, don’t allow this.”
Took the snap out of my garters. I swallowed back tears, realizing this Catholic man was regretting his actions. Then he softly whispered, “Cherie, I love you. It isn’t right and I shouldn’t, but God help me I do.”
I couldn’t respond as he pulled me into his arms and began softly snoring. I slept an hour.
Awakened by the softness of his lips on the back of my neck, I realized the night hadn’t been some bizarre, incredible dream, and then the tightness of his arms around me confirmed it. A dream? Even my overactive imagination couldn’t have conjured a dream of this magnitude. Besides, my thighs and lower body were weak as I rolled over to face him.
“This is right,” he said softly.
“I know Gabriel,” I assured him, trying to shove those sneaky guilt feelings my mother had so skillfully planted, to the back of my head.
At sunrise Gabriel slid from bed, showered, and kissed me goodbye. I didn’t know where he was going, but knew he’d be back.
“Wanna do lunch before taking me for my car?” I asked Kat when she arrived.
Her normal grin went ear to ear as she walked inside my apartment. “I knew it! I knew it!” she trumpeted. “I saw the looks between you two and watched Gabe’s attitude change almost overnight. He actually seemed compassionate. Well, I guess with you he was more like passionate.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“You’ve got the look, cutie.”
“Well, unless I was having convulsions last night, I finally know what the big O is all about. Plus I learned simultaneous orgasms don’t justhappen, they’re brought on by thoughtful men who hold back until you’re ready for glorious uncontrollable body spasms that leave you tingling for hours. So to speak.” I shivered.
“I’m just happy you finally had an orgasm.”
“You’re happy? Before Gabriel, I never knew what the word meant.”
“So. . .” Kat fluttered her eyelashes. “Gabe the asshole was great in bed?”
“Oh pleeeease. Even if I never see him again, he’s being listed in my will. Let’s get going and I’ll tell you all about it on the way.”
After a quick lunch filled with every
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