Summer 2010
Dear Carly,
"For Old Times Sake," left no doubt in my mind that you appreciate and value Otto and me, and Kyle and Candy.
Remember Otto being a Lear-Siegler Aerospace Engineer? That he worked on various Apollo Missions in Southern California?
Thought you'd want to know he is again moonlighting and doing work similar to that he did for Lear's.
He, along with James Dillet Freeman,"Poet Laureate to the Moon" are still my favorite "Men on the Moon," my Apollo I hero's . . . two good men who have influenced me, and illuminated my mind.
You'll be happy to learn that Otto's back teaching again and has moved to another San Diego condo he likes better.
He's still at the same college . . . also, you will want to know, that despite his intellect and age, he's as romantic and popular with the ladies as always . . . forever guilty of dancing the night away at our area's best ball rooms.
In the warm climate he no longer needed the long white silk scarf with fringe you had given him for Christmas to wear with his black dress overcoat New Years Eve.
He loves to tell the story about the night you and he went to the Masonic Temple--to the Wayne King New Years Eve Ball--how Wayne fell in love with you that night. I've seen the photos Otto took of you standing with famous bandleader cheek to cheek. It's his "proof" that even when you are up in years, the young girls can still go for you.
Do you remember all this? He sure does. He brings it up every once and awhile. (I think to make me jealous.)
Anyway, he keeps that scarf among his treasures, right with your Carly Simon's "Torch" CD in memory of the love you had so sweetly shared in your May to December romance.
(Yes, I know all about it honey, and I feel perfectly okay with it.)
Write me sometime dear. I think of you and "Love Junkie" often and miss you. Looking forward to seeing you both someday soon.
Affectionately,
Millie
P.S. Although I would like your readers to go back and read Part 1 of Otto's letter to you, and then read through to Part 4. If they don't, tell them they can STILL enjoy Part 5.
FOR OLD TIMES SAKE: FINALE
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Clean up began immediately after the storm, and within 24 hours Paducha's state of emergency had been cancelled.
Otto and Millie, Candy and Kyle and Carly and Love Junkie had all said goodbye the night before at dinner and vowed to meet in Paducha a year later at the same hotel, but in the morning, they agreed instead to meet a few months later in September.
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Carly and Love Junkie had decided to follow each other back to Kansas City. There was bound to be a lot of storm damage between Puducka and K.C. and there was no telling what might lie ahead for them in the way of closed roads and detours.
As they loaded luggage into their respective cars, Love Junkie, asked Carly, "So when do I get to see you next? And when do I hear you call me Michael?"
"Don't know but I'll make a real effort to call you Michael, even though I must say, I've grown attached to calling you Love Junkie."
"Just teasing you Carly, it's fine to call me Love Junkie, I only wanted to hear you say my name, but seriously, when do I get to see you next?"
"I hope soon Michael. When I get home I promise to call you, but I can't go home yet because the carpentry work I'm having done isn't quite finished . . . the dust bothers me so I'm finishing out my vacation at the Argosy Casino and Hotel."
"No kidding! I love the Argosy. How about if I get a room there also. We could have fun and it would give us a chance to get to know each other better."
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Following each other back to Kansas City, they often stopped at rural roadside cafe's where they kept revealing more and more about themselves.
By the time they reached their destination, there wasn't much they didn't know about each other.
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As hoped, Love Junkie was able to get a room at the Argosy near Carly's and on the same floor.
They were both excited about it, far more than they let on.
Checking in at 5:00 PM, they settled in and met later for dinner.
Every night thereafter--that's what they did-- dressed formally for dinner and afterwards played Casino Craps, Single Zero Roulette, and Baccarat.
One afternoon they went to a seminar at Unity Village and played golf. The day after they took a tour of The Truman Library.
Another day they took a trip to the Nebraska Furniture Mart and later met Love Junkies anatomy students at Union Station to participate in the controversial debut of "Bodies Revealed," a collection of human bodies, preserved with a new process called
"Plastination."
Each night and day spent together out did the next--they loved being with each other and had fun doing whatever they did.
Although it was never acknowledged, each night and day their hunger intensified for each other physically.
Crazy as it sounds, this routine became a comfort zone they both clung to, neither venturing further, risking the good solid friendship that was being established.
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When it came time to call it a night, Michael walked Carly to her door and kissed her on the forehead saying, "See you kid--in the morning at breakfast."
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Back in his room, Love Junkie would jack off and mumble to himself, "How crazy is this? Walking away from a woman I'm hot for, leaving her 100 feet down the hall in bed all alone."
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Carly was always horny too, but accepted it, as a fact of life.
Her husband who was twenty years older than her, had died a premature death from lung disease at age forty-five.
Carly was beautiful but no sex queen and quite naive. BUT she had learned how to achieve a climax via masturbation and didn't hesitate to do it for relief.
At least with her vibe, she got her daily orgasm for health and to kept all her parts in good working order.
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Part of her hated not having a man in her life, but another part of her loved the freedom of it, plus the fact it saved her a lot of imagined grief.
By not getting involved sexually with men, she didn't have to get her heart torn out by ones who were inappropriate for her and she them. She thanked God for her woman's intuition
and her internal radar. It saved her and others grief and time.
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And when it came to dating, moving slow worked to her advantage. She never rushed in where she sensed trouble.
Carly tended to be a cat, not a dog. Cat's respond to good treatment, not bad and they never forget or are they trainable through negative discipline.
Kick a dog and 5 minutes later your hand gets licked. Kick a cat and there are no second chances.
Cats are not controlled by abuse and she was glad she was at least as smart as a cat when it came to abuse.
Carly would tell her young nieces, never get hooked up with a man who hates cats, he's sure to be a control freak.
Being single she soon learned that even sharing a cup of coffee with some men could be painful, leave alone going on a full fledged date.
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After a bad date, she'd lick her wounds and look in the mirror and say, "Thank you God, I'm glad I found out how totally wrong that man would have been for me, what a mismatch we would have been."
It was often hard for her to disconnect just the same, her tendency was to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, hang in until all hope was gone.
It took her awhile to realize some men didn't want to be loved for whatever reason--at least not by her--that they were sending a message, not unlike the title of the best selling book, "He's Just Not Into You That Much."
That said, she'd hurt just the same and feel like a little girl with a broken heart, cry when she should have been happy about the outcome.
She'd tough it out though and would say "God thank you for my good that will come from all this."
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It was at times like this the idea of a one night stand with a stranger sounded good. She'd get feelings as she masturbated that that if someone walked in on her in the midst of it all she'd open her legs and go for it, even though she knew in her right mind, she'd never do it.
When she got to the point she couldn't stand one more lonely night, she'd remind herself, "No sex, is better than bad sex."
She'd heard that somewhere and being an expert at having more than her share of bad sex, she was sure it must be true because it was mostly all she'd ever had.
Nevertheless, she hoped someday to have, not only good sex, but love also.
In the meantime, she'd made up her mind she'd be sure of a man's character first, that she loved him and he loved her before she ever went to bed with him.
For some reason, it was the price life was asking her to pay. It was a moral dilemma for her, one for which she couldn't find an answer.
In her second marriage, it had boiled down to one last option, divorce. And that required a big scary leap. It was a chasm between two rocks, one that couldn't be gapped in two small leaps, and one she couldn't make herself take.
It was easier to stay put and be grateful instead, for she did have.
Now looking for answers as a widow, she told herself to no avail, that "love" didn't have to be a forever thing, that she just needed to feel it in her heart, for at least one night, and feel the man felt that way too.
"I only need to be able to look myself in the mirror in the morning, not hate myself, not feel like a fool, or that I let myself be taken advantage of by a bad man," she'd mutter out loud trying to convince herself.
It wasn't as if being "in love" had ever helped her sex life, it was only that it didn't leave her feeling bad about the little bit of bad sex she got.
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She was pretty sure Love Junkie was a good guy--but she was scared and cautious of anyone who came off like a player, as his stage name suggested.
The fact was, she loved men in general, got along with them great, and in general, had more in common with them than women, even liked them better--just so long as there was no sex involved--she was okay and didn't feel threatened.
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But what the heck, she thought, I've been loved well in my life--by a number of men--far more than my share. I'm spoiled. No
sex to speak of, but plenty of love and affection. That's not all bad. Could be worse.
Going for older men most of her life, many of them were dead now. She missed them dearly--missed their generosity of spirit--their willingness to do anything for her.
She'd wonder as she did about her mother--would anyone ever love me again as much as she did?
At times in lieu of sex, she was ready to make a deal with God, tell him she'd be willing to settle for just one night of being held tenderly in the arms of a man who she was sure adored her.
But then she knew that was crazy, besides, life had already given her that and even though sex with the men in her life had left a lot to be desired, those good men had more than made up for it in a million other ways.
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Yes, she thought, a good man is hard to find, but even if it never happens again, even if I never find the ideal man who can give me both love and sex, I have no right to feel sorry for myself, I've had the best, my time in the sun.
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Somehow, the fun Carly had been having the past few days with Love Junkie, took away her feelings of having been short-changed on sex.
His friendship made her feel what she had with him these past few days, was worth it all.
She was happy to leave it at that and didn't want to say or do anything to cool down the warmth, the magical feeling she was having with him.
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Michael, good old Lovie Junkie, was feeling the same way.
He liked Carly a lot. "LIKE" he was good at. But every time a relationship moved from LIKE to SEX, it bombed.
He didn't want that to happen with Carly. He wanted more than that with her. For the first time in a long time, he wanted what he was feeling to last for awhile.
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On their final night at the Argosy, once again Love Junkie kissed her goodnight on the forehead.
No sooner was he back in his room when he got a call from Carly saying, "Michael, I've got a pain. It's probably nothing but I thought I had better call you."
"I'll be right there Carly."
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She left the door opened a crack and returned to the bed, to near total darkness.
He walked in and never said a word. The outdoor lights shinning through the window were enough for him to find his way to her side.
Sitting down on the side of the bed he said, "Carly, take hold of my hand and show me where you are hurting."
Regretting the darkness she took his hand. She wanted to see him, but was glad he could not see her. What if he was disappointed?
"You haven't any clothes on."
"I know Michael, I sleep in my birthday suit. When I got the pain, there was no time to dress before I called you."
With that she moved his hand to the lower right side of her abdomen just below her rib cage.
"Years ago I had trouble in that area. The doctors thought it was my gall bladder, later they said there were no stones, that perhaps it was instead a pyloric spasm. It'll probably go away, but it always scares me. The pain was so acute the first time it happened, I panic now when I get it. It's like a knife stabs me."
"How does it feel when I massage it like this?"
"Okay. Well, actually better . . . feels more relaxed now, not so tight."
Moving his hand to the small of her back and then to the curve of her hip, his fingers explored upward landing on her breasts. "Any chest pains," he asked.
With his other hand he took hold of her long thick mane of blond hair to angle her head towards his mouth and asked, "Will this help?"
Not meaning to, he lost control and let loose, smothering her with wet kisses.
Everything escalated quickly and all the pent up lust drove them to the point where he tried to enter where he felt he belonged, deep inside the core of her body.
Pleading she cried, "Michael . . . Michael . . . please . . . put it in me . . . I must have you . . . I must . . . I can wait no longer. "
Not being able to get the entire head of his cock in her slit he groaned, "Oh Baby either I have grown or you are too tight. I don't want to hurt you . . . are you sure you've done this?"
"It's a long story . . . but it doesn't matter, teach me Michael, teach me . . . please teach me. I am aching for you to enter me, to fuck me."
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"Carly, don't be afraid. I'd never hurt you. You do need to get laid though. At the very least, have a climax with me rather than with yourself. That's what you do don't you . . . cum by yourself."
"Michael, don't!"
He stopped any further objections with his mouth, then shifted and adjusted her until she lay beneath him, stretched out with one foot clinging to the floor for security.
"Kiss me, lie on me, but don't make love to me. I'm afraid."
He didn't answer her. Instead he tucked her beneath him telling her, "Don't panic. Don't resist. Let me-- let me touch you. Let me love you. I promise I won't hurt you."
Placing her the wrong way across the width of the bed, he ended up lying on his side next to her with his knees bent.
Braced up on one elbow, he smiled down into her face and ran the tip of his index finger along the rim of her lower lip.
Carly's fears showed up in her eyes and her half smile.
"You're scared aren't you?" he asked softly, how did you ever get to this point in life as half a virgin?"
She swallowed saying, "My first husband liked sex, expected it. It was all pretty normal and it never occurred to either of us that I should being having a climax. I didn't even know what it was--that I should be doing more than just laying there in the dark--waiting for him to penetrate me. I never even saw his body, or he mine. I dressed and undressed in the closet and thought nothing of it.
"That's amazing Carly. Hard to believe in this day and age."
"I know. But if you think that is sad, get this. After his death, and before I remarried, John, and I decided not to have sex until our wedding night, but when it arrived, he said he had a headache and didn't feel well. That was pretty much how it went from there on in."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm not. I wanted to get help help but he didn't. Eventually I did the only thing I could do without cheating on him--I learned to take care of myself--cum by myself with toys."
"You NEVER had sex with him?"
"Well, we sorta of did a couple of times a year, but I wanted to get it over with, because I got nothing out of it whatsoever, only pleasure knowing it felt good to him, and that was promptly taken away by him saying, "I shouldn't have done that, it felt good, but it takes to much out of me."
"What kind of sex did you have with him?"
"His idea of sex was for me to give him a hand job until he came. I think he thought it satisfied me somehow. I never got the courage to tell him any different . . . only that I wish we could go to a sex therapist."
"What did he say to that?"
"Every time I'd bring it up it caused him pain, he'd say he just needed more time to get feeling better. After years of this I asked for permission to look for sex elsewhere, but the idea of it upset him, he said absolutely not, that he wouldn't hear of it . . . to give him more time to heal . . . I couldn't stand the idea of hurting him
. . . then too I thought maybe there was something wrong with me."
"Like what? Talk to me."
"I don't know what to say or do."
"It will come to you, and I will help you."
"I . . . "
Her words stuck, creating a tight knot in the center of her chest. "I don't . . . " She covered her face with both hands. "This is so hard. It's embarrassing."
"Carly!" His gentle reprimand cut her off as he circled her wrists and forced her hands away from her face.
She stared up at him in silence.
His scolding tone turned softer, "I love you. I know it sounds crazy to say that so soon, but I can't help myself. . . it may be gone tomorrow, but this past week, right now, that's how I feel. And if this is a flash in the pan infatuation and NOT love, if it's all gone tomorrow, I would still care about you as a friend."
The muscles in her stomach were jumping. Her fists were clenched, her tendons tight beneath his grasp.
She sucked in a huge, fortifying gulp of air and ran the words out so fast she wouldn't have a chance to change her mind.
"I want to do it with you, it's all I've been able to think of, but I'm scarred. Besides that I don't want to get pregnant."
To Carly's surprise, he laughed lovingly and wrapped her in both arms, fell to his side and took her along until they lay face to face. "Oh sweet Carly, let me take care of that." He kissed hot face and laid back.
His voice was quiet and calm. "I had the same thought myself, I came prepared."
"I need to go to the bathroom . . . don't worry . . . I promise to come back."
When she returned he was lying on his back across the bed, still in his swim trunks, with his arms folded behind his head.
He watched her come back in a towel and come towards him.
"Come here you sexy thing!"
She lifted one knee to the edge of the bed and let him tug her down until she hovered above him.
Bending her head she touched his lips with her own, and the kiss began. He tasted sweet, as if their dessert still lingered on his lips.
His tongue sought the deeper secrets of her mouth, and hers his. Chasing tongues they took their time sharing each step of an intimate kiss.
"Michael . . . you're . . . beautiful . . . do you know that?"
Lifting his eyes to hers he saw she'd been watching him and getting more aroused.
Pointing to his manly package he said, "Carly, I want you to feel me now and I will in turn feel you between the juncture of your thighs."
Cautiously she slipped her fingers inside the back of his trunks and began caressing his firm buttocks that rocked to the rhythm of her touch.
Reaching behind his back, he found her arm and carried it around to his front of his suit, pressing it against the bulge between his legs, moving against her palm against it to show her what he longed for.
She groaned, "Take them off, Michael, please."
He slipped to the edge of the bed, and she rolled onto her side and curled her body up to watch.
Standing he dropped his suit and kicked it away.
He looked so gorgeous, and somehow it seemed the most natural thing in the world to reach out and pull him towards herself by his cock, caress it, stroke it, as they dropped back down to the bed.
"Oh Michael, you feel so big . . . so thick."
"I'm here for you Carly. Tell me how it feels so I know what feels good to you . . ."
Reaching for the entrance to her sweet kitten he began touching her in ways she never knew were possible.
"This feels so good . . . Oh Michael I'm forgetting about you, should I go faster?"
"Don't worry about me darling. That can come later. I want you to relax and enjoy this."
Closing her eyes she became lost in his relentless skillful stroking.
"Michael, something's happening!"
"That's good . . . Shhh . . ."
"But . . .but . . ." It was too late to wonder if it was torture or pleasure, for in the next instant the question was answered for her.
A burst of sensation lifted her limbs and set off a series of explosive throbs.
She was shuddering, feeling spasms from the deepest reaches of her body, until she fell back, exhausted, gasping.
"Oh, sweet, sweet woman. The first time," he said against her neck after a minute, still holding her tightly. "Do you know how rare that is? To cum like that your first time with me?"
"No . . . It's wonderful, but I was afraid I did it wrong, that I was supposed to wait for you."
"You did nothing wrong Carly, don't worry about things like that with me, besides, I figure you must have been saving it all up."
"Yes, for you."
Kissing her tenderly, he raised his body over hers and pressed it firmly against her.
"I want to go inside you now, to love you even better, keep remembering that if it hurts say 'Don't.' That can be our safe word and will make me stop."
"I love you Michael . . . all I see in you . . . but most of all your gentleness. Maybe that is why I feel such joy. In my holy book
it says, 'Gentleness brings joy.'
I believe that darling and I also believe . . . "
She never finished, for in that instant he slid into her wetness and for the first time in her life --she truly knew the joy of two bodies joined--a feeling she'd never known and one she could not describe if she wanted.
There was no pain for Carly, only more of the sensations that built over and over again as he continued to fuck her beyond all conscious thought, until they rose and crashed right over the edge to sublime bliss neither had ever known.
In the midst of it all, Carly cried out from multiple orgasms too intense to contain while Michael clenched his fists and shook and opened his eyes to find hers closed in ecstasy as they continued to ride the long runway on the landing strip cumming back from heaven.
Then he shivered one last interminable time, called out her name, on the last bump of that perfect landing.
"Oh, Michael it was so good . . . so good."
He rolled to his side and opened his eyes, lifting one hand that appeared too tired to quite succeed and fell relaxed upon her cheek.
He chuckled, a rich, resonant sound from deep in his chest and closed his eyes and sighed, before he was finally still.
She studied him in repose, his tousled hair, his peaceful face. His eyes didn't open and he mouthed the words, "I love you."
Carly felt an abiding sense of completion in his satisfaction as well as in her own.
Kissing him softly on the lips she murmured, "A good man may be hard to find, but it sure was worth the search."
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EPILOGUE
September 28th arrived along with a world of good times they had enjoyed since their stay at the Argosy.
Now in Branson after attending a Red Skelton Tribute at the Mansion, they relaxed in bed at a luxury condo on Lake Taneycomo talking about their upcoming reunion with Otto and Millie and Candy and Kyle, scheduled for October 15th.
It wasn't only a reunion, it was a wedding to take place in Paducha, KY where Kyle and Candy lived year around.
Otto and Millie and Kyle and Candy where having a double ring ceremony and a big reception afterwards.
Carly was to be the maid of honor for both Millie and Candy and Michael "Love Junkie" was to be the best man for both Otto and Kyle.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, Michael kissed Carly and asked her, "Do you know when I first became intrigued with you?"
She turned to find his eyes open, watching her. "When?"
"It started the night of the storm. I saw you sympathize with Kyle and I watched you hover over Otto. It was obvious you cared about them, but it was plain you were not romantically connected to either of them, so when I saw how you came alive with me as we talked, I felt turned on."
"Ah-ha, now you tell me."
"Then later when Candy told me you said you'd never been with a man who made you cum . . . I knew then I wanted to be the man to make that happen."
"Oh God no!"
"Well she didn't say it exactly that way, not directly."
"Then how did it happen?"
"Well, after we all got settled back in our rooms, Candy was sending you a goodnight email and accidently sent it to me. Once I started reading it, I couldn't stop. She'd spotted the chemistry between us and said you should try and get laid by me. . . ."
Carly couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, that sounds like something she'd say!"
"Guess what, today in my e-mail I got one more surprise from Candy."
"Really, what words of wisdom did she deliver this time."
"She said that there were gifts waiting for us, special gifts they wanted us to have as their
best man and bridesmaid."
"Really?"
"Yeah, a deluxe room and plane tickets. They all want us to spend spend their honeymoons with them in Las Vegas."
"Wow. That sounds wonderful!"
"Yes, and she said they'd be glad to stand up for us in Vegas if we wanted to follow their example, go for it with a "Elvis Style Ceremony."
"Love Junkie, are you proposing to me?"
"Yeah Carly, what do you say?"
"It WOULD be convenient . . . inexpensive too . . . All know is that I love you darling and want to be with you . . . either way works for me . . . but thank you for wanting to make an honest woman out of me."
"I love you too Carly."
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The End.
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