Chapter 2: More Permanent Arrangements

My life had again changed dramatically on Thursday afternoon. I was still grieving over the loss of my wife to cancer and trying to pull out of a ten-month alcoholic-assisted depression up to that day, and the next I had a beautiful woman living with me and needing my help to find a job, living accommodations, friends and everything. We’d barely started towards these goals when we’d discovered the passionate and physical side of our new relationship. Moreover, I felt some very romantic stirrings deep inside. I was elated. I was also slightly panicked.

In the morning, I made my sojourn to the beach to meditate. I think I got a message that inferred I was doing all the right things with Lynn. I again picked up coffee and a Sunday paper on my way back to the house. Lynn was up when I arrived back. She was wearing a t-shirt with nothing on underneath it. When I made an advance on her, she playfully slapped my hand, “Do you know how sore I am today? Some romantic lothario fucked me most of yesterday and last evening. I’ve never had that much sex in such of short period of time.” She teased, “The playground is closed ... until after dinner.”

I gave a huge fake sigh of disappointment; however, I was glad for the opportunity to recharge my own batteries during the day. I recalled with great pleasure, we’d pretty much done nothing but suck and fuck all day long the day before.

We both went through the Help Wanted Ads in the local paper, but there were few leads there for anything that Lynn would have been interested in.

I broke out my telephone list and started to make calls asking if any of my friends had contacts at any of the top companies on our list. I hit pay dirt on the fourth call. George Bunsen, a friend I’d known for years, turned out to be retired but on the Board of Emptive Aerospace – a medium-sized company that made aircraft and spacecraft communications equipment. They were headquartered in Sarasota by the airport but had manufacturing plants and repair facilities scattered all over the east coast and outside of Los Angeles.

George was polite enough to listen to my well-thought-out description of Lynn, her skills, and her personal situation. At the end of my two-minute spiel, George said, “Have her come by my house tomorrow morning, say at ten o’clock. I’ll screen her. If I like her, I’ll get her in for some meetings later in the week.”

I was ecstatic. Lynn was instantly nervous. I told her about my background and history with George and his wife Carla. They were nice people, and I was sure he’d give her more than the benefit of the doubt.

We kept making phone calls through lunch but I stopped around the “P’s” on my contact list. Lynn was cold-calling company HR departments and asking about whether they had any openings in her skill areas.

With Lynn’s blessing I also called my lawyer and explained about Lynn’s situation and her wish for a name change, divorce and restraining order. He told me to take a picture of her bruises before they faded any further. I did. He also validated my own thinking about the car she’d driven to Florida, and that was to get it back to her husband as soon as possible without revealing where she was geographically. He said to get rid of any other personal property that was clearly owned by her husband. He suggested getting rid of the cell phone, too. We set an appointment for Wednesday morning for a face-to-face meeting.

I made some calls regarding getting her car taken north. The last one was to a chapter of my old college fraternity up at the University of Florida in Gainesville. The young man that answered the house phone listened carefully to our needs and said he thought he knew just the person. He’d have him call me back later today.

An hour later the phone rang and a youthful male voice introduced himself as Don Urquart. As we talked, I learned he was a junior at the college and that he had a girlfriend at the University of Cincinnati. He was trying to figure out how he could see her more often than having to wait until Spring Break.

I explained a little about the car needing to go to Hamilton, Ohio, just north of Cincinnati, and that I’d pay $500, plus gas and other expenses, plus airfare back to Orlando – the nearest large airport to his campus. He was hooked. He said he’d have to iron out some things with his girlfriend and his class schedule and be back to me with a date in a day or so about when he could take the car north.

Lynn and I finally stopped the job search and went to the beach for a long walk. When we got back to the house, she said it was her turn to show me her culinary skills. She rummaged around in the refrigerator and in an hour managed to turn out a magnificent meal that could have fed six people rather than just the two of us. Yum! Good leftovers.

After we’d cleaned up dinner, we cuddled on the couch and watched a chick flick from my DVD collection. Lynn fell asleep in my arms halfway through the second movie; I just cradled her lovingly and enjoyed the warmth and trust she was placing in me to help her. I woke her after the movie and pulled her to bed where I again held her as she slept. Remarkably, we’d made it through twenty-four hours with no sex.

Tuesday morning after I came back from my private beach time, we made love again, albeit carefully. Lynn was willing but our overzealous lovemaking on Sunday still reminded her that she wasn’t twenty any longer. I was sort of pleased to have outlasted her, but just barely. I did get the full prescription for Viagra.

After our showers, Lynn appeared dressed in a very stylish business casual outfit that made her look highly profession while appreciating her feminine assets. I kissed her gently and wished her luck as she went off to meet George Bunsen at his home in mid-morning. He was a neighbor, so the ‘commute’ was only a half-mile. She came back at noon all smiles and said she felt well grilled by his questions and thought she’d made a good impression. She said he’d called the office while she was there and set up interviews for her on Thursday at the company’s headquarters.

The rest of the day went pretty much like the day before, including my generating a couple of leads from my phone calls. We ate leftovers and made love again as we slipped off to dreamland.

Wednesday morning, Don Urquart called back. He wanted to drive the car up north the following week, leaving on Thursday. We talked briefly and agreed that would be a good time for us, too. We made arrangements to meet Wednesday afternoon the day before at his frat house.

Our meeting with the lawyer was an hour well spent. I introduced Lynn to Wade Garborrow, my attorney, and said I’d wait in his waiting area but she asked me to stay. Wade told Lynn that Florida was one of the few states where someone could get a unilateral divorce – the other party did not need to participate nor live in the state. There were some downsides that Lynn was not bothered by. One that did bother her was that she needed a public legal address in Florida. After some further discussion she decided to use my address for now. We postponed the idea of a name change; Wade saw no problem with her using ‘Lynn’ as a nickname since it was derivative of her christened name of Marilyn.

Getting a restraining order was going to require a court appearance. Wade walked her through a long form, paying particular details to specific incidents when she had been abused. I produced copies of the photos we’d take on the weekend from her last attack. Lynn also was to get notarized letters from two of her friends that had witnessed the results of at least two previous recent cases where Doug had battered her enough to leave severe bruises. Wade said he’d call when he knew about a court date.

Lynn’s having to talk through her marriage resulted in a sad and morose lady by the time we were through. She was depressed and teary when we left Wade’s office and got back in the car. After the car door closed, she burst into tears with self-recriminations about her bad choice of husbands and her mis-spent life. She really wouldn’t let me comfort her, even batting my hand away as I tried to soothe her.

Ten minutes later I pulled up in front of a Dairy Queen. I didn’t ask; I got us each a small chocolate cone with sprinkles. By the time I got back to the car with my gift, she was sniffling and trying to stop her tears.

“Oh, Jim. You are so wonderful,” she sobbed, as she got out of the car and took the cone.

“Of course,” I responded in mock importance with a cheery smile to offset her mood. She let me kiss the side of her cheek.

She lapped the cone and slowly the tears went away and then the depression faded, too. The rest of the day Lynn was clingy – I didn’t mind the least little bit. She just lay with her head in my lap with her eyes open for an hour after we got home; I wasn’t sure what she was thinking or whether she was just awake and on autopilot. I gave her the mental space she apparently needed by keeping quiet – an unusual feat for me – and just stroking her beautiful hair in a loving way. We had some of the more melancholy music by Eva Cassidy and Chris Botti playing on the stereo.

Eventually, she rallied. We ate leftovers then went and walked around the St. Armand’s Circle part of Sarasota, a place with very exclusive boutiques. I bought Lynn a necklace with a gold sand dollar. The public display of affection by Lynn after I put it around her neck attracted a lot of attention from the tourists strolling the circle by the jewelry store. She got all teary again and that in turn got me teary. We both laughed at our ‘happy tears’.

When we got home, I had Lynn stand in the middle of my living room with her eyes closed and her feet in a comfortable stance. I moved around her body kissing and tonguing various parts of her body that weren’t covered by clothing, starting with her lips and face, then working my way down her neck. I did her arms then on my hands and knees I kissed her ankles and calves. I rose and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her clothing, carefully and gently removing each piece and kissing the areas exposed as each piece exposed new skin areas. I was in no rush; well, I tried to appear that way.

As I bared her flat stomach, I ran my hands and tongue across her belly. I could sense the muscles contract in a ticklish response. Lynn even giggled slightly almost but not quite breaking the mood we’d been building.

I undid the front clasp on her bra and pulled it down her arms. Lynn’s magnificent breasts came into view and I loved and fondled first one and then the other. In only a few minutes Lynn’s breath was short and she was panting in passion. I circled behind her and made love to the small of her back as well, and then her magnificent ass. She was swaying, still with her eyes closed.

I reached up to her lace thong and started to inch the flimsy piece of fabric down her hips a fraction of an inch at a time, using my tongue and lips to follow up my manual efforts to make her naked. Lynn moaned even further at this antic; she reached down and stroked my head.

At last, I pulled the fabric away from her pussy and then down her legs. I could smell Lynn’s musky scent and feel the wetness in her thong. I knew she was excited; the sopping wet thong was a telltale sign.

Lynn’s magnificent body stood before me in all its naked glory: full, taut breasts with erect nipples and large sexy areolas; flat stomach with well-toned abs above; shapely thighs and legs; delicate, feminine arms; and a slender neck and picturesque face surrounded by her pretty blond hair.

I stood for a moment and sucked in her beauty knowing that at least tonight she was mine. I pushed away the depressing thought that someday she’d leave me and go fly away to be on her own.

I gently steered her to the living room couch and helped her sit where she would afford me maximum access to her pussy. I stripped my clothes off and then nestled onto the floor in front of her legs. I gently pulled them aside and ran my tongue up each thigh, lavishing kisses and licks everywhere, stopping just short of her manicured pussy. She moaned again so I repeated the process several times.

Slowly I circled into the main event, bringing my tongue and then my fingers ever closer to her vulva and mons and the pleasure I knew she was expecting. With my hands I often encircled her taut breasts, gently pinching or tweaking the nipples as I passed over them.

When I sunk my tongue into Lynn’s wet vagina she climaxed immediately, reaching down with her hands and firmly holding my head against her nether lips and raising her legs to encase me in her moments of ecstasy.

As she relaxed and opened herself again, I slowly restarted my attention to her, rising occasionally to suck on one breast or the other. I brought my hands into play increasingly as well, not only fondling her breasts and smoothing her upper body in an erotic massage, but also thrusting several fingers into her cunt when it seemed appropriate.

“Ooooooh, dear God,” she cried as a second orgasm raked her body. Again, she clasped my head to her body and locked her legs around my upper torso to hold me to her during her rapture. I felt so good that I could bring her pleasure by my efforts.

As she relaxed again, I took two fingers of my right hand and inserted them carefully into her vagina and sought out Lynn’s G-spot. When I found the skin along the wall of her pussy with a slightly different texture, I massaged it gently to test her response. Lynn bucked and moaned mightily signaling to me that I had located the precise place I wanted to assail.

I then started to thrust my fingers in and out of her body as rapidly as I possibly could, not pounding as much as providing her exquisite friction with my fingertips across the spot I had just located.

At first, Lynn’s response was a total relaxation and submission to the stimulation, but then I could feel her body start to tense. She straightened her legs over my shoulders, then I could feel her back start to arch, and then almost magically her entire body seemed to rise up off the sofa as I further accelerated both my pace and the friction across her G-spot.

Lynn’s next orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She screamed, so loud I was glad we had the doors and windows shut in favor of the air conditioning.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooh. Don’t stop. Oh fuck. Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh, dear God. Oh fuck. Oh, don’t stop. Ooooooooohhhhh!” Lynn’s tone was increasingly loud and her cries increased to shouts of real passion.

The sensitivity of my fingers allowed me to feel the interior muscles within Lynn’s vagina go into spasm after spasm, clenching and milking my hand, drawing me deeper into her. As I felt the muscle contractions slow, I held my hand tight against her labial lips and pressed tightly against her clitoris.

Lynn’s body was a mass of feminine putty with a light sheen of sweat across it. Her whole body collapsed back against the couch, arms and legs limp. She finally blinked her eyes open and looked lovingly at me.

“Oh, how can I ever pay you back for THAT?” she asked rhetorically. “Where have you been all my life? I would have sold my soul to the devil to have had you available for the past twenty or so years of my life.” She reached down and pulled me up beside her so we could kiss.

Lynn’s initial kisses were exploratory again and I wondered what was happening until she verified that she was enjoying the taste of herself on my lips, face and tongue. I gave her more access to the scent, even bringing to her lips the fingers I had just had in her vagina. We shared in licking them. She even grinned at her kinky behavior.

She moved to tongue my breasts for a moment and then dropped and inhaled me into her talented mouth. I hardened to a rod of steel in seconds. This time she was more aggressive in her efforts until she deep throated me several times, pressing her nose against my pubic bone to show me she could not get me any deeper. I wanted to be inside her pussy when I came and told her so in a whisper.

With that she rose up over me and straddled me, holding a breast towards my mouth as she started to sink onto my cock. I held her off after she’d sunk only an inch or so down my rod. I lifted her lithe body up slightly and allowed her to sink down again, this time advancing only slightly farther than before. We repeated the process for quite a few minutes after she got the idea – each penetration stroke could only be a fraction of an inch deeper into her body than the one before. My cock was harder than granite. We played at this until she had me deep within, the end of my cock pressed against her cervix.