XI
Saturday Morning
Bertha stretched languidly and slowly opened her eyes. When her eyes focused, she was looking
into the eyes of Jonathan who was leaning on his elbow and smiling gently at her. “How long
have you been awake?” She asked.
“Just a couple of minutes.” He answered.
“What were you doing while I was still asleep?”
“I was watching you sleep. You’re beautiful when you’re asleep.”
Bertha looked away in embarrassment. “I’m not beautiful.”
Jonathan placed the fingers of his free hand under her chin and turned her face toward him. He
kissed her gently and said, “You are to me. Bertha, I was no virgin before last night. I’ve been
with women older than me, younger than me, and my age but, I’ve never enjoyed the company
of a woman more than I did last night. I believe you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.”
Even more embarrassed, Bertha said, “Yes, I did, Jonathan. Like you, I’ve been with men older,
younger, and the same age as me but, no man has ever satisfied me, nor even tried to satisfy me,
the way you did last night. It was like you made it your mission to make certain that I was
sexually satisfied. I’m so happy that I decided to let you stay last night.”
“I hope that I get to spend the night with you again.”