Summer Love - Part Five

I arrived ten minutes early.  She let me in and I was immediately drawn into her arms by her appearance. 

She stood in a long flowing white satin gown, slit up the sides to her upper thighs, where her stockings held by a garter-belt. Also white, took over, and set my thoughts of how this night was going to be.  Even her high-heels were white.  She radiated sensuality to the highest degree I’ve ever seen from a woman.

“I take it you like?  Don’t just stand there, say something.”

“Oh, I like alright.  I like very much.  I thought you were beautiful before, but now, you’re absolutely stunning.”

She walked into my arms and for the first time, we were locked in a kiss embracing the edges of passion.  Even with my eyes closed, I could see lights flashing colors off in ecstasy.

The flavor of her flesh filled me at that moment where time had stopped.  Then I felt as if I were floating on air.  Nancy felt comfortable to me as if we’ve done this a thousand times, just as I have in my thoughts and dreams.

I nuzzled myself into her soft hair, breathing in her soul.  Kissing. Licking, stroking her cheek with my fingers, trailing along her throat and down along each arm.  My hands caressed across her satin-covered back, to her sides and back again.

This is where I belonged.  With her.

The daylight was trailing away and began to soften to a pale gray, making way for a night that would surround our beginning for a new day to emerge.

We broke our embrace, and Nancy tilted her head back, shaking her hair away from her face.

“I take it you would rather have some wine a little later?”

“A lot later.”

Nancy placed her hand in mine and led me to her bedroom that was filled with tiny sparkles held in suspension by the wax beneath them.  Well over three dozen candles softened the room.

At the edge of the bed, she slowly began undressing me until I was as naked as life itself.  She turned me slowly until I was facing away from the bed and she guided me downward where I lay on my back looking up at her.

As she stood there, all in white, and the candles shimmering, giving off an aura of mystical light behind her, I smiled, thinking she looked like a beautiful angel.  My angel.

She slipped off her satin gown and I gasped in pleasure she openly shared as I viewed her sensual body for the very first time.  She knelt on the bed, running her left hand up and down my body, from chest to my ankles, bringing me to a state of intense arousal I never thought possible to achieve.  This feeling went beyond my sensibilities.

Reaching for her, I pulled her up and over me as she leaned down, and we kissed deeply, embraced tightly, and our flesh melding in unison as the glow of the candles began to flicker into near nothingness as the hours flew beyond us.

She cried out her passion many times that first night, and I cried out my own as well.  Never in my life did I ever feel this much desire, passion and love for a woman as I did then.

Sex, passion, love, desire; all became one embodiment that first night.  A night we never noticed becoming a brand-new morning.

A brand-new day.

A brand new, us.

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The following two days were the best of my life.

We spent all of Saturday morning making love in a lazy kind of way and laughing about things that normally wouldn’t be important.  She tickled me, and I tickled back.  We ended up having a pillow fight with only one pillow if you can picture that.  (We found the other one later, under the bed.)

Eventually, we found our way from the bed to the shower which took an hour, then we took a second one to get clean.

We dressed and settled in for a lite lunch at Mel’s, a small deli-sit-in-take-out place.  Their deli meats are the best.  From there, we decided to go to the zoo.  We did a slow casual stroll past all the animals and when we came to the elephants, she asked me if I knew what was so special about them.  I hadn’t a clue.

“Elephants are the only animal that walks correctly.  They don’t cross over their feet but walk straight.  One would think because they are so big they couldn’t do that, but they do.  Just watch their feet when they move.”

I did, and sure enough, one foot in front of the other.  I never gave them that much thought before.  I would have never guessed that a two to three-ton animal is that graceful.

We continued walking when Nancy spoke out again.

“Bill,” she pointed, “over there on that side of the pond, seem them by those clump of bushes?”  Nancy sounded like a little girl of ten.  “It’s a fawn and her mother.”

They were foraging for food, nibbling at the grass below their legs.

“Sure do.  Almost makes me think we’re not at a zoo but out there somewhere in the world enjoying Mother Nature’s magical creations so to speak.  Just like you.”

Holding hands, we started walking again when she said, “You’re funny; you know that?”

“Funny?  How so?”

“I don’t know.  I guess it’s the way you say things.  Sometimes you are so serious and other times you let the other side of you come out that appeals to my senses.  You’re refreshing from all the other men I’ve met in my life, and before you ask, even Sid.  But you are definitely different.  Most guys all have the same lines and sometimes, I think they are all married to the same woman.  You, on the other hand are just, just natural.”

“Gee, thanks.  That’s something I’ve been working toward all my life.  I’m glad you noticed.”

“Bill, if I didn’t think we’d get caught, I’d like to stay here the night after closing and make love in here with you.  It’s exciting here, all of nature’s sound, and the reality is so vivid.”

“Just like you.”  I realized what I said when she looked over at me.  I turned my head away, looked to the other side of the fence where the fawn and her mother was still nibbling away, and for a small moment, the mother raised her head and stared directly at me, as if anticipating my next move.

“What’s wrong?”

“Let’s just say it was a slip of the tongue.”

“I get it.  You’re going to have to deal with the fact I’m going to die.  That’s part of our arrangement.  You, me, Sid, and all of our friends can’t do anything to change it.  In the meantime, I am very much alive, very much a woman, and very intent to live my life the way I want until I can’t any longer.  Let’s enjoy what we have and worry about the bad stuff another time.”

“I’m trying, Nancy, dammit I am.  Let me tell you something.  Before I met you, before we made love, before all the talks we had; I never thought I’d be able to feel this way with a woman.  Oh, I can have a good time and all that, and I can be understanding and funny and make love, but this, this is far different for me.  You’ve triggered something inside me I didn’t believe would ever surface; real emotion.  Our talks last night, things like today, and the right now is special to me.  I can say things and not worry about being shot down.  I can be someone when around you, instead of somebody.  I can feel what it means to love instead of lusting after a woman.  You make me feel damn good, and it sucks; no, it stinks to high heaven you aren’t going to be around a long time to enjoy life, and for me to enjoy you.

“There, I’ve said my piece.  I know I can’t change a damn thing, but I had to get this out of my system before I started crying.”

“You’re already crying, you sweet, silly, warm person you.  I wish it could be different, I really do.  Who knows, if I wasn’t going to die, we may never have had last night, this morning or right now.”

Nancy changed the subject.  Well, not entirely.

“Did I ever tell you how I want my funeral?  Don’t turn away, Bill.  Just listen.  It’s simple and fun, at least to me.

“The Greeks really know how to handle a funeral.  They have a party.  They celebrate the passing of life with a good time.  That’s how I want to go out; at a party where I’m the guest of honor.  They dance, they drink, they tell stories and they laugh.  After I’m put in the ground and the dirt’s covered over me, I want everyone to dance on my grave all night, all day and all night again.  I want them to dance and dance until they can’t any longer.  That’s how I want to go out; as a person who was filled with life right to the very end. 

“Don’t feel guilty or left out, Bill.  Right now, and for as long as now will last, you are part of my life.  Right now, you are my dance.  After I’m gone, just think of me now and then.  Smile when you do.”

“You know I will.”

We didn’t talk after that.  We blended with the onlookers watching the animals, without any thought of the moment.

When we made it back to her apartment, it was as if an intense surge came over us and with clothes half-on, half-off, we made love on the living room carpet.