Copyright 2011: Allen Freed
A story of love and loss . . .
"Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable." Henry Ward Beecher
I stood and looked out the open window at the rising moon. A cool, October breeze beckoned and teased, but it did nothing to erase the pain in my heart. Taking another swallow from my friend Jack, who provided the only warmth this night has brought. Through bloodshot eyes, I stare at the face inside my drink, I start to remember . . .
You can't always tell when your life is going to change. Yet the moment I saw her I knew she was the change I was looking for. There she was in the cool fall breeze with her long black curly hair flowing. She was getting out of her 1967 classic candy apple red GTO. If she had looked in my direction, she would have caught me staring at her. But how could I not take in such perfection? I thought to myself. I watched her long sexy legs as she walked into the mall. Without a thought I was walking behind her I could smell her perfume. My mind was racing how to start a conversation with this angel in front of me. I gathered my courage and said with a big smile, "Hello, Remember me? Oh, that's right . . . I've met you only in my dreams."
She looked at me as if I was out of my mind then said, "Yes I thought that was you, because that would be the only way I would know you . . . in your dreams." Then she laughed and walked on.
"I know that was cheesy but I see my children in your eyes." I replied.
She rolled her eyes and said, "What makes you think I even want to have children, especially with you?"
I smiled and said, "You will when you get to know me . . . Hi, I'm Lance." I reached and took her hand and kissed it.
She shook her head and said, "Lance is it? I know that you must have forgotten to take your medication for you to act this way."
I laughed and said, "You may be right. I have never acted like this before. . . . May I ask your name?"
She smiled and said, "You can ask."
I could tell I was wearing her down, because she was smiling. With a grin I continued, "Come on, give me your name . . . please, who knows, one day I'll be giving you my name."
"Oh please, if I do will you shut the hell up . . . It's Jenny." She said as her eyes rolled sarcastically, but still seemed to be playing.
I walked beside her and said, "I'm so happy to meet you Jenny. So what are we doing? I make a great pack mule."
She laughed and said, "Just because I'm at the mall doesn't mean I here to shop."
I winked and said. "Why are you at the mall?"
"I was thinking of going to a movie if you must know." She said.
I looked at her and asked, "Hey, maybe we can take in a show together?"
She looked at me and said, "I don't know you well enough to sit in a dark theater with you."
Smiling at her I said, "I'll buy you dinner first, I really would like to get to know you."
"Dinner, and a movie sounds like a first date . . . You seem to be taking a lot for granted with me. How do you know that I'm not with someone?" she asked.
"You most likely have them camping outside your house, but I saw you and I just had to get to know you . . . I know that may sound crazy." I said.
She laughed and said, "Crazy . . .certifiably crazy . . . but okay, dinner and a movie, but I pick the movie."
My eyes must have beamed when I said, "Deal."
I heard her say out loud, "I must be out of my mind."
Grinning I asked, "What did you say Jenny?"
She looked embarrassed and said, "Nothing . . ."
During dinner we talked and found that we really liked each other. I loved her sharp dark sense of humor. We just clicked it was the first date but it felt like we have known each other for years. After a while we started to complete each other sentences. After dinner we walked to the movies when her hand found its way to mine. She picked out "SAW" which I enjoyed how she would bury her head into my chest at all the right places. She was unaware that I had already seen it. We filed out of the theater and I walked her to her GTO. Our lips met for the first time but again like we knew each other before. We looked at each other in amazement and at almost at the same time asked, "What are you doing tomorrow?"
The next day I took her on a picnic. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and she was breath taking. Her long black hair gently falls past her ample breast, and tight jeans that showed off her beautiful round behind. She was wearing a lime colored sweater that made her eyes seem even greener than they were. I gently pushing her on a swing, hearing her giggle as she was going higher and higher. God I love how she giggles it's almost musical, I thought to myself.
We lay under an old naked oak tree; its leaves have covered the ground around us. Her head resting on my chest I ask, "Are you ready to eat something?"
She laughed at me and said, "And what do you mean by that?"
I replied, "Guess?" I opened the cooler and smiled.
"You know I can't wait to feed you." I said softly.
She smiled as I pulled some fruit and dangled them over her sweet lips. Her lips parted and said, "How very Roman of you."
With a devilish smile on my face I said, "I'll be your very own gladiator."
She laughed and said, "Feed me slave . . ."
Slowly I placed a large strawberry just over her lips. She opened her mouth and bit down on it as the juice covered her lips. I bent down and kissed her lips, licking the juice from her mouth. "Don't stop!" she said.
I teased her mouth with some seedless grapes as her head rested on my thigh. I watched her run her tongue over and under the stem of green grapes, slowly pulling them into her mouth, one by one. I had never been so turned on in my life. She could tell as the hardness grew under her neck. I took a thin wedge of watermelon and traced the line of her neck. I could tell that she was getting rather excited, as her cheeks flushed with the color of the melon.
She pushed me down, and started to rub my hardness with her fingers threw my jeans. My hand slowly cupped, and rubbed between her thighs. We both moved faster and faster until both of us exploded. "Damn Lance . . . what a mess." Then she just laughed.
I looked down seeing the huge wet spot where I had filled in my jeans. I said, "Don't look now but you sprung a leak yourself."
"Yes. . . . But not as noticeable as yours, it looks like you pissed yourself." She said with a laugh.
I looked again and said, "I guess you're happy with yourself?"
"Lance, I'm very happy." She was smiling at me with a glaze in those green eyes.
I said as I pulled her lips to mine, "Me too."
We were young and in love, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We had curled up together and spent every night that week till Friday when I took her dancing. I forgot how to breathe when she came into the room. I still remember that sexy low cut black dress showing me what a woman was meant to look like. This was the first time she had worn her long black hair up for me. I loved it when she ask me to clasp her white pearls around her neck. I kissed her neck and said in her ear that, "I almost would rather keep you all to myself tonight."
She turned to face me with lips smiling so sexy and said, "I'm glad it had the desired effect."
Her lips met mine. We kissed, again and again. I kissed her shoulder; her neck; and her nose. I loved how she would sigh when I touched her. I looked into those beautiful green eyes that saw into my very soul and said, "If we don't leave soon we never will."
"I'm all ready for you, I just waiting for you." She said with a devilish smile. Then she took my hand and I kissed it. "Lance, let's take my car."
I laughed and said, "I know it goes well with your dress, but of course everything goes well with your GTO."
We pulled up in the parking lot and I ran around to open the passenger side door for my lady. God she looks so good, but she always takes my breath away. Having her on my arm I felt ten foot tall. Ever eye was on her as we walked in the club.
We danced the night away. Every slow dance we moved as if we were one. She loved to tease my body knowing full well what reaction would result. I fell in love all over again. That's my Jen, I thought. Trying to think of anything, but what her eyes were telling me. I whispered in her ear and said, "You are such a bad girl, you just wait till I get you home."
She closed running her tongue near my earlobe and asked, "What are you going to do spank me?"
I ran my tongue up her neck kissing then whispered, "You just wait and see . . ."
Her fingers traced down my chest and said, "Let's finish this dance at your apartment."
We locked arms and we rushed out of the club, and before we knew it we were in her car kissing like we were both staving for the other. My heart pounding so fast and with breathe leaving my lungs. I said, "I really need to get you out of that dress."
She looked at me and said, "Drive."
While I was driving her hands were keeping me all worked up, kissing my neck; sucking my ear; and teasing my hardness. At the stop light I said, "Turnabout is fair play." I smiled, as my right hand slowly moved between her thighs, which made her fall back in her seat. Her panties were soaked and a moan came from the back of her throat.
My right index finger slid underneath and found bliss. "Two can play this game, Jen." I had her close to the edge as I parked in front of my apartment. "Jen, we are here you can open your eyes baby." With a smile on my face, I was slowly moving in and out with my index finger.
She said with a weakness in her voice, "You just wait till I get my second breath Mister, you will be sorry." Then she grabbed my hardness and squeezed.
She always knows how to stop me from thinking. Then she kissed me deeply. We both were breathing so hard, as our hands were slowly moved over our bodies. I said, "Let's continue this inside."
Her eyes met mine and replied, "Mmm . . . let's."
I scooped her into my arms and carried her up the stairs to my apartment. I set her down at the door and really kissed her deeply. Our mouths were open as I chased her tongue with mine. Her hands started to unzip my fly and she wrapped her fingers around my hard throbbing cock. God I wanted her so badly. I fumbled with the keys and finally was able to unlock the door. Jen laid me forward into my bed room squeezing me and pulling me along. She pushed me on the bed and engulfed me. I was on my back as my fingers ran through her curly black hair. She took me undressing me and I lay naked before her. She kissed my neck; my shoulders; and my chest. She had so much fun pinching my nipples and teasing my skin with her finger nails. Making me grown with pleasure and then I took her slowly watching the black sexy dress fall from her shoulders to the floor. Before me stood the most incredible site my eyes have ever seen. White pearls; black lace bra; with black lace panties; black garter belt with dark sheer hose and the four inch black heels. It always amazed me how with just a look or a gesture she could make me so excited.
I slowly undressed the gifts that was before me and kissed her ever so tenderly. I could feel her breast against my chest, her nipples brushing lightly teasing my skin. I placed your left nipple into my mouth and gently sucked nibbling it with my teeth I felt her shutter. I slowly kissed down to her belly button which I knew she was somewhat ticklish. I felt her twitch as I kissed her there. I picked her up and carefully laid her on the bed.
I made love to her with my mouth, taking her I licked and kissed her. I loved the every taste of her. Feeling her getting close to the edge, I slowly entered her and found the sweet feel of paradise. I started moving faster and deeper. The sound from the back of her throat so primitive, yet so invigorating, took control of every movement. We fell and found the bliss we had been searching for. We lay there taking long even breaths and we laughed at what we had done.
That night I asked her to marry me. She looked me dead in the eye and said, "Let's see how things go. I feel it too, but I think you are crazy . . ."
A few days later she said, "Yes, I love you and I want wake up with you until we are both all winkled and grey."
I replied, "You will make one sexy granny. I'll share my glass for our teeth."
I had never been happier. Our romance started on that Saturday in November 2004. It's funny how even today some six years later I can remember what she was wearing. I love her more today than I did yesterday. We were married on Saturday, September 3, 2005 in Vegas. We just ran off and did it. Her mom and dad really wanted the big wedding. But not my Jen. she told me, "This is our day and our time. "We had a reception when we got home manly for the folks.
We had become that very married couple, sure we had fights but we could never stay mad for too long. Sure I would try to act mad but she could always see through me.
The first day of May Jenny pasted out at work, and was rushed to the hospital. I rushed to her I was on automatic pilot. I don't even remember how I got there. The doctor told me that she had congenital heart defect and they would have to do heart surgery. She opened her eyes and I was there holding her hand. "Jen, I'm here honey . . . I love you; I'm here; you'll will be alright." Tears filled her eyes. "Don't be scared, the Doctors are going to fix it, we have so much to do."
The surgery seemed to take forever; five hours later the doctor told me things looked good she was breathing on her own. I just knew we had made it, that things were going to be alright. She awoke in recovery and I was there touching her face. I just knew my Jenny was going to be coming home. I kissed her forehead and tenderly held her hand. With a weak but steady voice I heard, "You look so tried baby."
I kissed her lips softly and said, "Listen to you, I have lots of time to rest later . . . We are doing fine, I love you so much and it's my job to wait on you hand and foot, I know how much you love that idea."
She smiled and said, "You know it baby." She was about to say something else when I noticed a shudder in her hand and her eyes roll back. She squeezed my hand. Then all of the alarms went off and I was pushed aside as they worked on her. I welled out loud, "Jen, I'm still here; I'm still here . . . Oh Jen."
I tried to stand, bracing myself against the wall. I was so relieved just moments ago and now I felt my world was coming to an end. After a while; the door opened, I saw the doctors face, "Mr. Gordon, I'm sorry but . . ."
I fell to my knees "NO!" was all I could say. I gathered myself with whatever strength I had left and said, "I want to see her . . . I . . . I need to see her. Please . . . let me."
The doctor whisper something to the nurse, then said, "Give us a moment Mr. Gordon."
A nurse touched my shoulder and I jumped, "Mr. Gordon, You can see her now." I followed her into the room where only just moments ago held so much promise. There was my Jen; my world; I touched her face, and tenderly kissed lips and they were so cold; so cold. When they did not return the kiss tears fell from my eyes. I could not stop crying.
I looked at her as my fingers brushed a long curl from her face. "Oh Jen, what am I going to do now? We had such plans . . . I love you so much . . ." Then I felt two arms holding me; it was my father. I couldn't help it. I cried like a baby.
A few days later I went into the home that we made together. Everywhere I looked, I saw shadows of my Jen. I laid in the dark and I could smell her sweet scent on her pillow. You never really know how much someone truly affects your life until they are gone.
On eighth, I took my Jen to our park. I remember her telling me once, "If or when I die, don't you dare surround me with death in some cemetery and some cold piece of marble to put dying flowers on. I want to be surrounded with life."
I looked around. It was a beautiful day. Texas blue bonnets and wild flowers everywhere; small children playing in the sand box; a small redheaded boy pushing a cute little blonde haired girl in what we called "our swing." I looked at our old oak tree so full of green foliage. Tears filled my eyes as I thought of the plans we'd made beneath it; the children she had in mind for us to have.
As I watched the spring breeze carry her away, I could swear I heard Jen trying to comfort me, calling out to me like a whisper in the wind.
The End.
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