Chapter 47

The girls had another full day. They mostly finished up Sheila’s wardrobe. Then they started on accessory items like custom patterned stockings. Weaving little flowers and hearts randomly into a large fine net. For fun Cindy made her a body suit with her skin image printed on it. Sheila insisted on one of Theresa as well. Lastly, Cindy made her a surprise package while Sheila and Theresa were in the pool. A virtual duplicate of her toy from John, only built for one. On a whim she added surface casts of herself and Theresa threaded over the ends. She put the whole thing into a gift box.

She was just thinking about dinner when the phone rang.

“Hello.” she said.

“Please don’t hang up, I need to talk to you.” John said.

It was the way he said “need” that softened her.

“I’m listening.” she said.

“I’ve been a shithead.” he said.

“I’m still listening.” she said, smirking.

“I’m still a shithead.” he said.

“I’m still listening.” she said, but softer.

“Your not making this any easier ... Listen. I’m sorry. I should have had more faith in you and Theresa. I shouldn’t have fallen for Sheila in the first place. I love you all more than I can say. I miss you all desperately ... but...” John faded off.

“But there’s more ... Okay. What’s happened?” Cindy asked.

“God, this doesn’t seem like the right time to bring this up, but I want to be honest with you. I don’t ever want to hurt you again.” John said.

Cindy sat down, her eyes closed a bit. She sighed heavily.

“What’s her name?” she asked.

John was silent for just long enough to confirm her fears.

“I guess you’d better tell me about it. All about it.” she said.

John took a deep breath, then he told her about meeting Sally, and what he did for her, and what they had and hadn’t done. Telling every detail down to their kiss when they’d parted just an hour earlier.

Cindy had listened carefully. She actually found herself feeling very proud of her man.

“And you found her a job which she starts Tuesday and she has her own apartment which she has a year’s free rent on, so she’ll be staying there when you come back?” Cindy asked.

“Yes.” he replied.

“Now let me get this straight. You’re calling your pissed off girlfriends because you want to make love to a gorgeous young redhead who this very minute is waiting patiently for you, you’re calling to get our permission to do this, but you haven’t done it yet because of us. Is that correct?” she asked.

“Well, I hadn’t thought of it in those terms, but I guess that is essentially correct.” John replied.

A laugh built up from deep in Cindy’s lungs. It broke through her lips and she laughed hard and long, doubled over holding her aching sides. John waited patiently for the end of his relationship.

When Cindy could talk again she said: “John, you are one in a million! I forgive you totally and love you dearly. Please. Bed the girl with my total and sincere blessing. But don’t you dare bring home so much as a microbe. Let alone a body. Okay?”

John was speechless for a moment. Finally he replied: “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now stop wasting the poor girl’s time. Get your ass moving. Just leave something for us girls here, cause we’re not going to cut you any slack when you get back.” Cindy said, still chuckling.

“God I love you. I’ll see you Monday evening.” he said.

Cindy hung up the phone and busted out laughing again. The other two came in and between gasps Cindy told them the whole story. When she reached the punch line they all laughed long and hard for a long time. Tears rolling down their cheeks.

“No more, I’ll wet my pants.” Theresa cried.

That just set the other two off again. Theresa sprinting for the bathroom.

She returned a bit later, wearing different pants.

“Well, you’ve got that right, John is one in a million.” Sheila mused.

“You didn’t really ask it just like that? Did you?” Theresa chuckled.

Cindy nodded: “Word for word.” she gasped.

Then they were all off again.

John sat staring at the phone. Cindy’s reaction had caught him totally off guard. Never had it even occurred to him that the answer would be yes. He’d thought that Cindy would yell and scream at him and hang up. Then he would explain to Sally that it was out of the question. He would fly home and pay his penance, whatever the girls wanted it to be.

He thought to himself that he would never, as long as he lived, understand women.

He shook his head, but then jumped up and headed out the door. On the way to Sally’s he purchased two dozen long stemmed red roses.

Once at Sally’s apartment house, he gave the flowers to the guard. A note inside. The guard delivered them to her apartment.

Sally took the box of roses and opened it. Fearing the worst, That it was a conciliation prize. She opened the note and read it. Tears flowing from her eyes she buzzed down to the guard and told him to send John right up.

She left her door ajar and then scurried into her bedroom. She already had on the outfit she wanted, just in case.

She put perfume behind her ears, and then in several strategic spots. When John sheepishly entered, he found her lying upon her huge four poster bed, wearing her emerald green lingerie. A vision of loveliness.

John pulled a bottle of champagne from behind him.

“May I corrupt your morals?” John asked, holding the champagne bottle before her.

“If you don’t, I’m going to be very pissed off. If it turns out that you’re just teasing me you’d better protect your privates. Cause I’ve got a whole drawer full of nice new sharp knives and I’ll have you inside me one way or the other.” she said, not untruthfully.

John shivered at the thought, she rose up onto her knees and he moved to her. The champagne forgotten for a long time.

Several hours later she lay with her head upon his shoulder, tracing little circles in his chest hair with her fingertips.

“You really are going to be a tough act to follow, you know.” she said softly.

“You should have told me that it would be your first time.” John said.

“What? And have you back out? No way!” she chuckled.

“But a woman’s first time should be very special.” John protested.

“John, I don’t think it could possibly have been any more special? God, my own apartment in New York City, huge four-posted bed, satin sheets? A tender, kind, loving, handsome, rich, gentleman? Roses, Champagne? A great job? God John, what could be more special?”

“Someone your own age.” he replied.

“Oh poop. A boy my age would have ripped off my lingerie, fucked me hard and popped off in fifteen seconds. You gave me almost a dozen orgasms before you entered me, and at least a dozen more after that. And ... we’re not through yet ... are we?” Sally asked, grinning.

John sighed and caressed her back with one hand and her lovely breasts with the other.

“No, just taking a break. Where’s that champagne, we should have put it on ice.” he said.

“If you had stalled even a minute longer before you got into this bed I may have been tempted to use those knives anyway.” she chuckled.

He pulled her face up and kissed her gently. Just barely brushing her lips with his. After a moment he deepened the kiss. Her tongue meeting his as her body trembled.

Later their sweat ran together and mingled as it soaked into the sheets. Sally’s lovely Auburn hair damp and straggly. She glowed like her roses. At that moment feeling more beautiful than when dressed in her finest fashion.

John finally breathing regular, sleeping like a baby beside her. Sally would remember this moment her entire life. Tears of joy flowed freely from her eyes. She kissed him softly on the forehead. He stirred and seeing her tears tried to softly kiss them away. She hugged him with all her might.

“Think you could find a little snack for an old man somewhere around here?” he asked, sleepily.

“Oh ... I might have an old crust of bread I could toast ... in my new toaster.” she smiled at him.

She kissed him softly, then sat up. He instinctively traced his fingers over her nude breasts.

“You really are lovely.” he said softly.

“And you really are wonderful.” She said, kissing him again.

She pulled his shirt over her shoulders to keep the chill off. It was the closest thing, discarded against one of the corner posts. She buttoned just a few of the lower buttons to keep it about her. She felt his eyes upon her as she walked into the kitchen.

A moment later he joined her, clad only in his trousers. He sat at her table while she put on some coffee. She dug into the refrigerator for omelet fixings.

John felt a stirring in his trousers from the vision of loveliness bent before him. She turned and caught him looking, holding his eyes with her deep green ones. She felt like the sexiest woman on earth. The feeling stayed with her as she felt his eyes upon her while she chopped onions and peppers which she started sautéing ahead of the rest. Adding mushrooms and cheese along with sage, thyme and a teaspoon of salsa with the eggs. She covered the pan, set it on low and moved into his lap while it cooked.

She kissed him softly.

“Too bad the champagne got warm.” she said, finally.

“Here, let me up. I’ll show you a special treat.” John said.

“Let me make it. Just tell me what to do.” she offered.

“No, if you bent into that fridge one more time we’d never get anything to eat.” John chuckled.

She sat back, on the table. The shirt just accentuating her assets. Her breasts just teasingly hidden behind the thin material. I really didn’t hide anything. The dark circles of her erect nipples clearly visible. The ends protruding through the fabric like Hershey’s Chocolate kisses. Between her legs the tip of her Auburn pubic patch peeked between the shirt tails. John did his best as he fumbled with the orange juice while trying to look two directions at once.

He put some concentrate in the blender and then opened the Champagne with a muted phfftt, beneath a towel thrown over the top.

“Why open it that way?” she asked.

John explained while he set the blender running.

She nodded and got up, checking on the omelet. She took a large spatula and gently folded it over. Added a table spoon of water to the pan and then recovered it. John got down some wine goblets as she dropped four slices of toast into her new toaster.

John poured the concoction and handed a glass to her. Raising his in toast.

“To the most beautiful woman in New York City.” he said.

“To the most desirable man I ever met.” she counter- toasted.

They sipped from their glasses. A surprised look and a smile spread on her lips as she took another sip right away. John chuckled and took another himself.

Sally smacked her lips as she lifted the lid on the omelet, turning it with the wide spatula. The first side perfect.

She recovered the pan and John joined her, helping to butter the four slices that popped out of the toaster. She got down a saucer and two large heavy china plates. Admiring her new dishes.

John got out the silverware and napkins. Sally set the toast upon the saucer and then divided the omelet, two- thirds for John, one-third for her. Dishing it out onto the flower patterned china. She served him as he sat back admiring her body once more.

The coffee finished dripping and she added a large mug for each of them. Joining him at the table. She watched his face as he tested the omelet. When he smiled at her she quivered a bit and beamed like a little girl, proud of her first mud-pie.

She dove into her own. Surprised to find that it was really quite good.

“Hm ... A good cook to boot. You make it damn hard for a man to leave.” John said.

“I wished you didn’t have to, or that I could go with you.” Sally said.

“No you don’t. You’re a lovely young woman. One of the loveliest I have ever met. The only reason I’m going back, is that the other loveliest ones are waiting for me. I love them dearly. But even one of them will be leaving me eventually. Maybe more. You’ve got a bright future to look forward to. That’s not what you’d find in a hole in the desert. I’m just your first lover.” John said.

Sally dropped her eyes a moment.

“Actually ... John, you’re my first man. I wasn’t completely honest with you when I told you about my gay friend. I didn’t decline completely. I just got scared and declined after she had... done me.” Sally said, hanging her head.

“That so? Well, darling. I’m just honored beyond words to be your first man.” John said.

“You don’t think badly of me?” Sally asked.

“What on earth for? Dear heart, if you’ll remember, I live with two bisexual women. Possibly three. Why would I think badly of you?” John asked, not understanding.

“Not that part ... If I saw her again I might be more receptive. I mean that you weren’t my first ever. I wish you had been.” she said.

“Sally, I didn’t think I was going to be your first. A woman as attractive as you are? That’s not why I wanted to make love with you. As far as I’m concerned, I am your first. There’s blood on your sheets in there to prove it. But even that doesn’t make me your first. Your first time is more a state of mind than a physical condition. The first time is when you first give your heart away. You can still have that.” John said.

“Wrong again, oh wise one ... That would still make you my first. You see ... I do love you.” Sally said, softly.

“Oh Christ. What have I done?” John moaned.

“Please don’t regret it! You don’t understand. I wanted you to be my first. I’m proud that you are my first. You’re what teenage girls would dream of, if they had a clue. You’re what every adult woman I’ve ever known has been searching for, but never quite found. You’re mine, in here, in my heart. You will always be my first. Nobody can ever take that away from me. If I never made love to another in my whole life I could go to the grave happy.” Sally said.

“Well, let’s not push it. I’m proud that you wanted me ... So ... this being your first love. What would you like? I’ll let you pick your memories ahead of time. Anything you want, I’ll do my best to comply.” John said.

Sally looked at him. She softly touched his face.

“In that case ... I want you to make love to me on this table. Then I want you to make love to me on the sofa. Then in every room in this apartment, including the closets. I want you on the bed, the floor, standing up, sitting down, in the shower and if you could figure a way, hanging from the ceilings.

I want you to make love to me in every possible position and manner you know how or can make up. I want you till the last possible instant when you have to leave Monday. I want it to be genuinely painful for me to walk into work on Tuesday. But I’ll be glowing like those roses. And I’ll know I’ve been loved by the best.” Sally said.

“Damn woman, better keep the coffee going and 911 on hold. You might be shipping me back in a box.” John chuckled.

“If so, then I’ll weep over your grave. But if you go that way I intend you should go happy.” Sally said, unbuttoning the only two buttons fastened.

She climbed up on the table and pushed the plates aside. One fell off and John reached for it.

“You bother with that now and I’ll bust it over your head! Now kiss me!” she said.

John complied.

A full day later he was trying to remember her words, counting off the locations and positions. He looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. He looked over at the closet and grabbing Sally by the foot dragged her laughing into it.