5 comments/ 32510 views/ 44 favorites Love Is By: ijay The morning is so bright and clear. The sounds of the birds playing in trees could reach me from where I'm sitting under a huge oak tree. The park is still not crowded as it's still early for most people to come out. The sound of the birds and the gentle breeze coming from the trees combined to put me in a peaceful mood, which is exactly what I need. I've already called in sick to the office before coming out here. I needed time alone to think, sort out the course of my life. A lot of things are going wrong in my life that needed sorting out, which is why I came out to the park for that exact reason. But, the park was so peaceful I just wanted to go back to sleep. I lay back down, my two hands cushioning my head and closed my eyes. Immediately, I dozed off. I saw her dancing towards me with a sexy leer on her face. As she approaches, she keeps removing an item of clothing from her body. I looked around; I was sitting comfortably on a backed chair watching her perform for me. She finished undressing and stand in front of me naked, swaying seductively. Next, she was on my laps, wriggling like a snake. Her breasts so close to my mouth that I can smell her feminine scent. She offered me a nipple, which I eagerly accepted into my mouth while my other hand tweaked her other nipple. She reached her hand into my t-shirt and ran it over my chest and stomach. Then, slid it inside my jeans and ran her fingers over my slit through my panties. "Ah! ..." I shouted "You like it, huh?" she purred into my ear. "Do you want to feel me inside you?" she continued. "Yes...oh! Yes..." I moaned louder. She immediately slides her hand inside my panties and plunged two fingers straight into my hot pussy. "Oh! God....yes..." She looked at me and smiled so seductively, "You are so ready for me. You are so wet and slippery. You want to cum, don't you?" she whispered wetly in my ear as she nibbled on my lobe. "Yes, oh yes. Fuck me...'' I pleaded while she continued giggling. "That's what I want to hear. Hold me tight and say it again." She ordered. "Please, don't stop. I need you." I moaned as I tightened my hold on her. Her fingers were now flying in and out of my pussy whiles her thumb slides back and forth on my clit. By now, I couldn't care less what she wanted me to do provided she doesn't stop her ministrations. So, I tightened my hold on her and shouted what she wants to hear, again. "Yes, please, fuck me. Don't stop! "Excuse me? I heard the voice for the second time in 2 seconds. "Excuse me, miss? No, it can't be. My love is fading away from me. She is getting fainter and fainter. I reached out to grab her and grabbed thin air as she dissolved before me. I was speechless, I stood there looking around, and then, I felt my body shake. "Excuse me? Are you alright? I opened my eyes to see a man and a woman leaning over me. The man looked worried and puzzled at the same time as he shakes my shoulders while the woman had an odd expression on her face. I blinked at them and noticed I was sweating profusely notwithstanding the cool breeze coming from the trees. The trees! Oh my god! I am still lying under the tree in the park. I need to get up, but where the hell are my hands? I looked to my both sides for them and finally locate them inside my pants. I can feel my cum on them. I scrambled to my feet and slipped my hands out of my pants and quickly wiped them at the seat of my pants. I looked at the couple again; they both now had that odd expression on their faces. I feel my face coloring beet red and quickly looked down to my feet to avoid them seeing my embarrassment. "Are you alright?'' the man asked me again. "I'm fine!" I snapped at him. It came out sharper than I intended. The man flinched and the woman literally jumped back, smiling. I felt like following an ant hole into the ground. The man put up his hands, palms towards me in sort of surrender. "No harm intended, just want to know if you're alright cos' for a while there, you look like you were having a nightmare..." he looked genuinely concerned. "I'm fine..." I mumbled looking apologetic. The woman was still smiling. I wanted to reach over and scrub that smile off her face. I turned and start walking away from them. I could feel their eyes on my back. With each step I take, I could feel myself shrinking but I kept on walking till I couldn't feel them anymore. I looked down at myself; I am not sweating anymore, rather I feel flushed. My nipples are still rock hard and I can see them through my t-shirt and the inside of my thighs are still squishy as I walk. I feel terrible. I stop walking and lean on a tree. My limbs are shaking so bad. I want them to stop before I continue walking. I couldn't control my shaking. I feel like I'm coming down with Parkinson or something. Suddenly, everything seems funny and I scoffed, "Great! Just a dream and I'm shaking like this? What will I do if it's the real thing then? I need a boyfriend, it's been long enough..." I muttered to myself. Five years ago, I swore off sex and dating, after I lost my fiancé in a car crash. I felt shattered after his death that I couldn't do anything. But with the help of friends and time too, I got back to my feet except I can't bring myself to date another man cos I always felt like I was cheating on him. So, I decided to give myself time to adjust and five years later, here I am, still single and adjusting without a human contact. And I will tell you this about myself: I've never had a female lover and never dreamed of having one. Hell, I never even imagined that two women being together will be fun—hell no, not without the hard stuff- which is the major reason why I am so shaken up by my dream. As I wanted to leave, I noticed I have been walking in the wrong direction. My house is toward the eastside of the park end I'm walking toward west. I turned around and start walking back the way I came. "Fuck!" I spat on the floor. "Great, that's a very nice way of saying hello to a stranger." I turned around; it was the lady from before. She is alone now, which means she ditched the guy she was with before. She still has that infuriating smile on her face. I wanted to reach across and slapped it off her face. But, presently, I ignored her and keep walking back the way I came. "Hey! Where are you going? Weren't you walking in this direction before?" She said pointing back over her shoulder with her thumb. "Don't I know that?" I snapped at her over my shoulder. The woman is so annoying; I wish she could just leave me alone. "Where are you heading to?" she asked "Home." I threw over my shoulder at her again. "Where were you heading to before?" she asked again. "Home." "You have two homes?" she unbelievably asked. I whirled around and glared at her. She stands there, hands on hips, looking so dumb and grinning stupidly. I turned and start walking again. She followed me again. "Look, you want to sit down and talk?" she asked. "No.'' I replied without breaking my stride. "You want to go grab a coffee?" she continued. I whirled around angrily; "Lady, don't you give up? Which part of 'NO' don't you understand? I don't want to do anything with you!" I finished, shouting. "Why?" she asked in a small voice. "Because I don't like you!" I shouted at her. Her face clouded immediately. I can see she was really hurt by my expression. Her lower lip trembled for a few seconds before she gained control of her emotion and gave me a big smile. "Yeah, you are not the first." She drawled. I turned around and start walking. I mentally start kicking myself. I feel like an ass. Everything is going very wrong today; I just wish I had gone into the office instead. She fell into step with me, matching me stride for stride. I turned my head and look at her, she is still smiling. "It's okay, let's just walk." She said in a very soft voice. I felt her fingers brush mine lightly. I look down but she has already taken her hand away. I look at her again- she wasn't that bad; in fact she is gorgeous. Her eyes; so wide and so blue. Her hair was a midnight black, which is currently in a ponytail. Her lips so luscious and so pink and she has a cleft on her chin and dimples on both cheeks now that I look at her very well. And, she is tall, maybe 5ft 11''. Her skin looks radiant and supple. She is beautiful. I slowly ran my eyes from her feet to her waist and down again. She has tiny waist and flared hips- very nice shape. I slowly let my eyes travel up her body and stopped at her chest. I couldn't make out the size of her breasts, but I can see the outline from her oversized t-shirt. My eyes wandered to her face again and I see she is still looking at me with that knowing smile. My steps faltered and I stop walking. "Are you alright?'' she asks, stopping too. "I'm fine." I answered looking at my feet. I sit on a tree stump and she crosses over and sits beside me. Immediately, her scent filled my nostrils. I want to burrow my face into her neck and inhale deeply but instead, I jump up from the stump and stand facing her. "By the way, I am Danielle." She said offering me her hand. I take her hand into mine and shake it. "Alex." I choked out. I cleared my throat and try again. "Alex." "It's nice to meet you, Alex." She said sultrily. A shock wave passes through my body. I look into her eyes; they danced in amusement as they held mine. I feel my nipples hardening again. What is happening to me? I am now totally confused. I know I am not gay, have never been, yet, I can feel the excitement coursing through me, just from holding her gaze. I know the dream has left me hot but this??.... "Sorry?" I said feeling like a dead duck. I hadn't realized she was talking. "My hand? I will love to have it back." I look down confusedly, and notice I am still holding her hand tight. I gingerly drop it and step back. "Thank you." She smiled sweetly at me. I smiled back at her rather sheepishly. Her smile wasn't that infuriating, rather, it is sexy and sweet. Reflexively, I take a few steps away from her. She noticed and looks up at me. Her eyes held mine for a while and then slowly travel down my body, stopping to linger at my chest and my hips. I instinctively cross my hands across my chest while patiently waiting for her to finish assessing me. She rather took her time. Finally, she looks me in the eyes again and smiles sweetly. "You might wanna come and sit down or at least come a little closer so that we can be able to talk without shouting at each other." She suggested. I grudgingly start moving towards her, but then, I tripped and see myself flying through the air. The next minute, I land on top of Danielle and we both fall over the stump she was sitting on. I see myself lying on top of her. Her body is so soft and smooth. I raised my head to look at her and realize too late that we are too close. "Hi?" she said softly to me. She is so close. I could feel her breathe on my face. I look down to her mouth. The lips were so luscious and inviting. I want to taste her. Her smell filled my senses; I just want to burrow into her. I feel her fingers brushed across my cheek lightly. I look into her eyes and swooned, next thing I know, I am grabbing for her tongue. I don't know who started the kiss but I just know I want more. The kiss is hot and demanding. We both know we want more. I feel her hand at the back of my neck pulling me into her while her other hand caressed my face. Her tongue sought out mine and drags it into her mouth. She starts sucking on my tongue softly. I wanted to die from the ecstasy coursing through my body. My left hand slid inside her big t-shirt to touch her breasts. They were bigger than I had imagined. I run my hand over them and she stop kissing me immediately. I rise up to look at her in confusion. "For someone that hates me, you sure have a nice way of driving the point home." she said. Her hand continues rubbing my face and the smile is back in place. The smile is so annoying but she has such beautiful teeth and the dimples? I feel the blood rushing to my face again. "Get up from me.'' I said pushing against her. "Alex, you're the one on top of me." She said calmly. I scrambled to my feet and she lay up just smiling up at me. "Don't you ever stop smiling?" I asked indignantly. "Yes, why?" she looks confused. "Look, I am sorry for what just happened. I don't know what came over me. I've never done anything like that before in my life and I don't know what pushed me. Just that I was doing it and I don't know if it is right but it felt right..." I rambled on. I am so nervous I don't even know what I am saying. She continued smiling which is making me extra nervous. As I continue rambling, she get up from the ground and come and hug me tightly. Immediately, my hands encircled her. "It's okay. I understand the feelings, but doesn't it feel right just standing in my arms like this?" she asked still holding me. I feel the tears in my eyes and couldn't speak for fear of betraying myself, so I nodded on her shoulder. She run her hand lightly on my back and my eyes flooded over. The tears fall on her shoulder, she noticed and pushed me away from her to look at my face. She stares at me for a while. "It's alright," she said wiping my tears. "I feel so stupid and if you start smiling again, I swear I'll kill you.'' I told her "Who says I'm gonna smile?" she said. She stares at me quite seriously for a while until I start laughing and she joined in. "See? It's so easy to laugh." She said Then she takes my hand and start leading me away. "We need somewhere private so we can talk.'' "My house is around the corner." I blurted out to her. "Okay then, let's go." She said. I fell into step with her. We start walking towards my house. I noticed she has stopped smiling which makes the cleft in her chin more prominent. I reach out and grab her hand. She looks at me sideways without smiling and start whistling softly under her breath. Together, arm in arm; we trudged down to my house. I opened my front door and lead her to my sitting room. She goes straight to the couch and sits. I watch her as she try to get comfortable. She looks up and I smile at her. "Do you want coffee?" I ask. "Coffee is fine, but I prefer something stronger." She said smiling back at me. "Whiskey or Vodka?" "Both, together, mixed." She said. I look at her oddly for a while before going into the kitchen to make the drinks which I don't know how it'll taste. Maybe she wants to kill us both. As I stood mixing the drinks on the kitchen table, she sauntered in and stand leaning on the door jamb watching. I could feel her eyes on my back. I turned towards her and smiled, but she didn't smile back. "Was there something you wanted?" I ask She shakes her head no but didn't speak. "Are you alright?" She nods yes but still didn't speak. Danielle is beginning to scare me. Before in the park, she was all smiles and taunting me but now, she is all serious. Maybe she's regretting being here with me. "Are you comfortable?" I ask, still worried. "I am fine. I just wanted to watch you prepare the drinks." She said with a tiny smile. I finished preparing the drinks and carried both glasses into the sitting room. Danielle entered the room after me and went back to her seat. I hand her a glass and as she takes it, our fingers brush, our eyes caught and held. I tore my gaze from her and sit down opposite her and we both start sipping our drinks slowly and quietly. I look at her fingers as she holds her drink. She has very slim and long fingers. They are almost sexy. She is wearing a ring on the third finger of her left hand. The ring is very nice and simple. A type of ring that ... Damn! It's a wedding ring. I had totally forgotten about the guy she was with at the park. That must have been her husband. Maybe that's what is bothering her. "Your husband must be wondering where you went." I said eyeing her sideways. She looks at me and muttered something under something under her breath. "Sorry?" I ask, still hoping. "My whereabouts is none of his business." She said. I look at her, she looks a little pissed. My heart fell. She is married. At first, I felt relieved, then, I felt sad, disappointed, jealous and finally angry for being jealous. I don't know what I expected but not this. I feel betrayed. I am surprised at this feelings coursing through me. "I'm sure your husband cares about your whereabouts. He seems the caring type." I said coolly when I actually felt like screaming my head off. "He does?" she asks. The smile was back in place. She seems to enjoy my misery. I feel the tears at the back of my eyes. I look down as my eyes filled and a giant tear rolled over and land on my hand. "Alex?" I look up and Danielle look worried. I tried to smile and run my hand quickly over my face. I downed my drink in two quick gulps and stand up. "Stay here; I'll go get the drinks." I told her. As I hurried off towards the direction of the kitchen, I diverts to my bathroom. I rinsed off my face and stare at myself in the mirror. I look flushed and I am shaking visibly. I have to go out and ask her to leave. I don't care if she is married or not. She just needs to leave. I finally pulled myself together and exited the bathroom. As I passed through the kitchen, I grabbed the drink bottles and enter the living room. Danielle has moved over to the couch I was sitting on. She is sitting in the middle of the couch, leaving just a small space for me to sit on. I calmly walk over and sit as comfortably as I could without my body touching hers. I fill my glass and top hers. She takes her glass and take down half of it at one go. I top hers again and take up my own. I could feel her eyes on me, but I calmly sip my drink refusing to look at her. She take up her glass and downed the whole thing in one go. She set the glass down, coughing. I still refuse to look at her. She coughed for a while and then fell silent. I continue sipping my drink. I felt her hand on mine as she removes my glass. She sips from it before setting it down. Then, she takes my hand but I still couldn't look at her. "Alex?" she calls. I finally turn to look at her. She touches my face with one hand while the other holds my two hands together. "The man you saw me with at the park is not my husband. He is my neighbor. I stopped having a husband as of two years ago when our divorce came through." She said "I don't care." I choked out feeling a little relieved. "Yes you do." She countered. She puts a finger under my chin and raises my eyes to hers. "Do you want me to go?" she asks me softly. I feel my spirit dying but I should be happy and relieved. That's what I wanted, right? But my voice sounds odd as I tell her yes. She smile sadly, then pick up my drink and downed what is left in the glass. She stands up and I stand too. We both start making our way to the front door. I open it and she starts to leave, then turn around to say something. The next thing I know, I am flying into her arms. She holds me and tells me that it's all right. Then, I am kissing her-hot, angry kiss. All the emotion we held in cheek in the past hour come loose in the kiss. I could feel the earth shift under my feet. I thought I will fall but, she is holding me up in her arms-she is rather strong. I circled her waist with my legs as she uses my back to shut the door I opened. She carried me across the room to the sofa and lay me down, never once breaking the kiss; my hand went to her t-shirt in search of her breasts. I tweak her nipple and she moaned into my mouth and continues kissing me with renewed vigor. I pulled up her t-shirt and she pause long enough to pull it over her head and off, and then, pull off my t-shirt too. She shifts back and looks at me. Love Is "You are so beautiful." She said "I should be saying that to you." I respond. I pull her to me and hug her tight. My legs immediately encircle her waist. She lifts me up again and I giggled. "Lady, kindly points me to the bedroom." She said I pointed out my bedroom. She carried me inside and we both landed on my bed. We start kissing immediately. Her lips are so soft and sweet; I'm sure I could feast on them forever. She threads a line to my back and unclasps my bra and my breasts sprang free. She pulls back a little to look at me again. My nipples feel like they are bursting. She leaned down and suckles one into her mouth and start tugging on it. "Oh, yes! Suck me..." I moan. I am creaming my pants real bad I needed release. She got up from me and starts pulling off her bra and jeans. After pulling off her pants, she gently pushes me into the bed and lie down slowly beside me. She turns to me and start kissing me again, slowly and deeply. "Your turn." She said as she as she broke the kiss. I got up gingerly and pull off my remaining clothes. I could feel my wetness running down my thighs. I start lying beside her, but she pulls me right on top of her and we resumed kissing. I pull down to her neck and start nibbling there. Then, I go down to her breasts and eating them, my mouth open and spittle dribbling out. I wanted to get all of her boobs into my mouth. I finally manage to contain myself and just focus on just suckling her rosy nipple into my mouth while I pinch the other one with my fingers. After awhile, I move down to her spread legs. I kiss her all over. I could taste her wetness on her inner thighs which shows she is as wet as I am. I spread her lips and shoved two fingers into her. I don't really know what I'm doing but I guess she is enjoying it from the moans emanating from her. I pull back a little and look at her; Danielle is smiling down at me, I smiled back. "You are beautiful everywhere." I said. I look down at her pussy which is oozing; I could see her clit poking out from its hood. It looks so appetizing that I am forced to bend down and have a taste. As the ooze hit my buds, I know there is no day I will not enjoy the taste. I practically attacked her pussy. She gasp at my sudden move but start moaning almost immediately. I flicked my tongue over her clit while my two fingers fly in and out of her. After awhile, she starts moaning real loud. "Oh baby...! Don't stop, oh! I'm coming!" ''Oh- fuck. Don't stop. Come on baby, harder. Oh! God, I'm coming.'' "I'm coming. Fuck ...!" she screams. I continue fucking and sucking until I feel her convulse and shake under me. I continue until she rides the wave out. Then I withdraw my hand from her pussy and lick it dry. God, I love her taste. I slowly slide up her body into her waiting arms she cradled me and starts laughing. "What? Was it okay?" I ask "Nothing, I'm just happy. You know this wasn't supposed to go like this. I'm supposed to be the one seducing you and not the other way around." She said kissing me. Very soon, the kiss turns into a hot session. After awhile, she got on top of me and slide down to my breast and starts suckling my nipples. She gives me small sharp bites as she sucks. Then, without warning, she dived straight between my legs, spread my legs far apart and shoved her hot tongue into my pussy. As her hot tongue and my throbbing hole made contact, I screamed and cum immediately. She continued wriggling her tongue inside my hole while her thumb flicked on my clit. I came again and again and again until I can't bear it anymore. Then, I reach down and pull her up to my body. I am shaking all over as I grab her lips with mine. When we break the kiss, she looks at me smugly and flashes me a cute smile. "Do you want kill me?" I gasp at her. She looks at me seriously for a while before laying her head on my shoulder. She raises her mouth to my ear and whispered in my ear. "I love you." She said. I turn my head to look at her. "What do you say?" I ask unbelievably. "I love you." She repeats holding my gaze. I am speechless. I hold her gaze for awhile; I could die just by looking into her eyes. I feel my wetness sipping from between my legs again but, I continue looking at her unable to tear myself away. I keep looking at her, even when her lids droop down and I know she is asleep. At last, I tighten my hold on her and continue studying her face as she sleeps. When I open my eyes again, it is dawn and Danielle is still sleeping in my arms, peacefully. My hand is tingling from where her head rested all this while. I carefully withdraw my hand from under her but as I got up from the bed, she opened her eyes. I freeze at the corner watching her. She looks confused for awhile, then, she focus on me and smile and then, spread her arms to me. "Hey, sweet heart." She said as I crawl into her arms. "Hey, you." I intone. She smile again and I stick one finger into a dimple which makes her laugh and pull me closer. I love the sound of her laughter; I want to hear it again. "How was your sleep?" she purrs into my ear as she kisses my check. Is she serious? I don't even know if I got any sleep at all. I am still bone tired. I don't know what she did to me but, I do know that if we continue like this, I'd be dead in two days. Presently, I just smiled up at her. "Good, you mind if we grab something to eat. I'm famished." She said. I jump from the bed looking stupid. I feel the blood rushing to my face. I hadn't thought that she'll be hungry. I had met her in the park this morning and we came back here, drank some spirits and then to bed. Anybody would be hungry after what happened afterwards, I think. "Okay." I mumbled I turn to my drawer chest and pull out a robe. "Stay here; let me see what I can throw up for us." I said as I stumble out the door, tying the robe as I went, while she lay there, all the while smiling at me. I opened the fridge and grab left-over spaghetti from last dinner and shove it into the microwave. Then, I quickly start to scramble some eggs. Seconds later, I bring out the spaghetti, put the egg in a plate and swerve around in the general direction of the dining table. I gasp and nearly drop the plates; Danielle is standing- leaning on the door jamb. She had put on my one sexy nightie. Because, she is bigger and taller than me, the nightie is barely reaching her mid thighs and hugs her body like a second skin. I could see the outline of her breasts and the nipples standing out. The nightie reveals the gentle curve of her hips and her flat tummy. I stand there with both plates in my hands looking at her. I couldn't for the life of me tear my eyes away from her body. I keep telling myself to move, but my locomotive skills refuses to obey my brain. I just stand there looking at her with my mouth open, looking like a big idiot. "I...um...you...I...clothes?" I try desperately to cover my embarrassment, but I couldn't get my lips to form the words my brain is sending out. "You don't like what I'm wearing?" she asks feigning anger. "Yes...no... I mean yes. No. oh! God help me."I try once again. I am now desperate to be comprehensible, instead, she come up to me and take the plates from me and turn towards the dining table. I watch the way her hip sways from side to side as she walks out of the kitchen. She walks back to the kitchen, brushes my check lightly with her lips and led me by the hand to the dining table and sits me down and gingerly sits opposite me. We start eating in silence; I keep glancing over at her. I can't believe I am going crazy over a woman I just met. "What you said earlier..." I began "That I love you?" she interrupts. I nods and she smiles at me a little sadly and continued. "I know it seems sudden, but I've been in love with you since the first day I set my eyes on you." Now I'm confused, I'm seeing Danielle for the first time today and she is telling me that she has seen me before. Is that possible? "You...you s...saw me? I stammer "Yes. At the park?" she said raising her brows. I shook my head that I don't remember. "You were holding a book, "The Manchurian Candidate"? You bumped into me and landed on your ass. I helped you up and..." "Okay...okay, stop!" I interrupted her, holding my palms up. I feel the blush on my face. I don't know why she likes to taunt me. Does she have to re-count all the embarrassing details of that sordid day? I couldn't have recognized her from that day because I hardly looked at her face even as she apologized. What really landed me on my ass was not the impact of my body hitting hers, but the shock waves that ran through me as our bodies touched. It was so un-expected. I feel her hand on my face, gently caressing me. I turn my face to her. "You are beautiful when you blush." She teases me. I hit her hand away from my face and she laughs and I get to hear that melodious sound again. After a little while she gets serious again. "I've been watching you since then. And I have waited for a long month just to do this." She rises from her seat and pulls me up, she presses her open mouth to mine which opens immediately under hers. When we break it, both of us are gasping for our breath. "Well, now that's out of the way, you can now see I know everything about you that I care to Know. But, you are free to ask me anything you want to know about me." She say sitting down. I smiled at her and she returns it. "I love your dimples." I said. She smiled broadly. "Don't you have somewhere to go? I ask in a small voice. She looks at me for a while, then reached across the table and grabs both my hands. "Unless you want me to go, I am where I want to be, baby." She said. She reaches out and touches my face and I caress hers too. "I love you too." I told her and I mean it. What's not to love? She's got it all and is offering it all to me. Am I lucky or what? I smile shyly at her and slide down from my seat. I pull her to her feet and into my arms. This conversation will have to wait till further notice. I have all the time in the world to get to know her. The part of her I am more interested in knowing is the one in my arms right now, driving me crazy from the way the nightie is clinging to her. I give her a deep, hard kiss that left both of us gasping for air as we break apart. "Will you like to be in my bed?" I ask her. "I would love to." She whispers to me. "You are welcome home." I answered as I pull her towards my bedroom and into my heart. THE END... Love Is 20/20 Vision Authors Note: Again thanks for the constructive criticisms - especially more detail on key people and events. I appreciate your feedback. The story below continues with a no-contest submission of two more people who also DO NOT live next door. Again, by LW standards, 'hot' scenes are not stressed. But maybe some day....... Love is 20/20 Vision Ben Parker lived in a log cabin. The do-it-yourself kit was initially delivered by the manufacturer and unloaded near the space he had chosen for his homesite on the six acres of deeply wooded land. He had bought and paid off this land using a Texas Veterans Loan. After the house was constructed by a contractor and became fully livable, Ben settled into living a backwoods, secluded life in East Texas. He was tall and fit but since he wasn't handsome his name did not appear in any woman's 'pink' book. However, he did marry a high school sweetheart and now they had a 19 year old pregnant daughter 100 miles away in Dallas. His wife, also temporarily in Dallas, had masterminded their relocation to East Texas and she planned to join Ben after they sold their Dallas house and she had received a major annual bonus and would resigned from her company. In the mean time, life went on and Ben integrated himself into his rural neighborhood. At his wife's initial urging also, he had bought a going company and continued to grow that landscape and gardening firm. It was a 15 minutes drive from his cabin to his shop on the Southeastern outskirts of the Tyler area. He commuted to it most days of the week . He had 2 working leaders and 6 other employees when he took over. His goal was to double in size and profitability in three years. He often wondered if he had done the right thing because after university he joined a corporate owned landscape and gardening company in Dallas as a management trainee. Starting out spading flower beds, after twenty years and many promotions he had risen to become the General Manager for the Corporation's North Texas operation - he was at the top of his game when he resigned. Martha, his wife, finally joined him a year after he started living in the cabin. In the first week she discovered that she loathed country life. The mosquitoes and the mud and the solitude and the croaking of the frogs at night, while just a nuisance to Ben sometimes, was a show stopper for her. She tried to fit in with the neighbors who were very outreaching at first, but her discontent with the country life, at first hidden, surfaced more and more. So they all very quickly ostracized her. She then found a clerical assistant job for an accounting firm in town, but that only lasted three months and both her supervisor and she agreed that she should resign. She kept remembering her 'glory days' when she had been a bitch-boss office manager for a major oil investment firm in Dallas. The only person to attend her 'going away' luncheon was her supervisor. After 8 months in the cabin, she told her husband, "I hate East Texas and country life." The irony even struck HER that she was the one who instigated their relocation. Ben only replied, "Dear, being my own boss has always been in the back of my mind, and I love it. So I thank you for that and I am so sorry you are unhappy." Being alone by day was agony for poor Martha. She was on Facebook at least 5 hours per day trying to keep connected with her prior and digital friends but she craved the presence of people in her environment 24/7. They simply were not available and she kicked herself daily because she hadn't even thought about the pains of living with herself before she launched her campaign to relocate them to East Texas. Ben, now sensing her discontent, would go to extra length to please her especially in the bedroom. But even their sex life suffered in that she no longer orgasmed but faked it to make Ben feel better. In time, however, her interest in sex deteriorated to 'no interest.' One evening at the dinner table a year after she had moved from Dallas, Martha said, "Ben, I am going to Dallas to spend a few weeks with Cindy and her significant other and I am leaving tomorrow." Cindy was their 19 year old pregnant daughter on her second extended relationship with a man - the two had planned for her to get pregnant in spite of both parents protesting. Martha would be sleeping in the baby's bedroom, which was due in 7 months. Ben was mildly shocked but expected that his wife would soon have to adjust or leave their home and he just accepted whatever she decided to do. His monthly mortgage on the Cabin was very much 'under water' in terms of its resale value and rural real-estate sales had just ground to a halt in East Texas, so selling was not an option. Aware that her unhappiness was now at a breaking point for her, he asked, "Did Cindy and Fred ask you to visit for an extended stay?" She replied, "Actually, no. I invited myself and the two agreed." Resigned that she probably wouldn't return because she had grown to hate the backwoods so much they then came up with a plan to pay the day to day expenses for her extended visit. She did not want to visit the country, "ever again," but said, "Oh come, please, anytime you can break away." The first two months were characterized by their video and phone calls. The number initiated by her, however, diminished weekly. Ben was so involved with the greatly increased Spring workload for his firm, until at first he didn't notice. He tried to make a Saturday afternoon and Sunday 200 mile round trip once a month. After returning home from the second round trip, he called his daughter at her work number the following Wednesday. She called him back on her lunch hour, and after a few minutes of chatting about health and family matters he asked, "Cindy, will you please tell me what is going on with your mother? My last visit was not fun and something is dreadfully wrong!" She replied, "Dad, I really don't want to get involved with what's going on with you and Mom, BUT just this morning at breakfast I was screaming mad at Mom for not telling you she now has a boy friend. He is someone who asked her to dance when we three were at a Country and Western dance hall about three weeks ago. Since then he has dated her two or three times per week. This morning she told us she was moving into his apartment and was trying to find the courage to tell you." There was a moment of silence and then Ben said, "Well, Cindy, I am not surprised as these kinds of separations usually wind up like that. I am sure she is sorry that she was the 'burr under my saddle blanket' to relocate to my rural acreage but I could tell after the first month that it was not going to workout for her. But, dear daughter, I frankly like it here very much and if I were not so busy I would find a girl friend myself - I am very tired of reading Literotica.com so I can sexually relieve myself. At any rate, I do need her address so I can have her served with a divorce petition - rest assured I am not coming to Dallas to vent any anger or frustrations physically." After she read the address off to him, she said, "Dad. You have such a level head on you - I sure wish I could have taken after you instead of Mom." He replied, "You just take care of my unborn grandchild and call me if you need any help." Ben got all his records together and went the next day to see the same attorney who got his business licensed initially. He put his business and the acreage and the cabin kit bank note and about one third of their savings in the petition as his and everything else as hers. Martha was served at her new boyfriend's home in Dallas. Her eyes immediately froze on the 'windfall' 6 digit sum of cash money that would be hers and she signed it without a second thought. She went to the post office to mail the petition back that very day. The divorce process was handled entirely by the attorney and the next time he saw his ex-wife was right after the grandchild came, where he just nodded 'hello' to her and her new Beau without even stopping. ------------------------------------ Tyler, Texas is a very beautiful city from spring through late fall - culminating in the rose festival held every October. It is a delight that would be hard to describe in a few words so I will not try. Known for the commercial roses grown there, many home owners and businesses pride themselves in their flower beds, gardens in general and their rose gardens in particular. Ben's landscape and gardening firm and several competitors thrived in this environment, but it was very hard work at competitive rates with long hours. At the height of the season he seldom got home before 10:00 O'Clock. But his business was growing so he hired more another working leader and promoted one of his long time laborers to a working leader position and decided to hire a 20-hour per week part time office assistant. After interviewing four other ladies he knew who he wanted to hire. The 41 year old Rachael Copperfield was chosen because her resume showed her to be a college professor at the local university although she was on a two-year sabbatical for research. Moreover, the area under 'other interests' was what riveted Ben's attention. She was a widely known and read poet in academia and was fluent in Spanish, French, and Italian. Responding to Ben's question she answered, "My work is published in a number of books which contain my poems, called anthologies. I am also a frequent lecturer and speaker at college campuses." Ben was immediately fired up with interest in her after she answered. But he almost disqualified her because she was so pretty after he had studied her features sitting across from hm. He had bad vibes about this 100 pound beautiful lady interacting with laborers who rarely wore shirts in the warm months, and whose first language was smutty Spanish. Still he wanted to hire this lady because of her energy and eyes that showed a very intelligent person. So he asked his primary working leader, who had been in the yard that day repairing power tools, to come into the shop. He said, "Sergio, meet Rachael Copperfield, who is interviewing for a part time job with us. Will you show her the tools we use and explain the daily procedures of each of our four crews?" The two left the shop and Ben sat down and just watched them through the window as they walked around the yard - both smiled a lot. As they approached the door to return he could hear their conversation in Spanish that was a normal conversation. When she was seated again and Sergio returned to his work, he asked, "Ms Copperfield, will you excuse me just a moment?" He went into the yard and asked Sergio's opinion of whether or not working here would be O. K. for her. He replied, "'Mister Ben, she is a super woman. Please hire her." After he said that Ben immediately felt he just might piss off his best working leader and tool yard champion if he did not hire her. When they were alone again he asked, "Ms Copperfield, do you still feel up to working in a one woman shop that is in a manual labor setting - where everything is dirty and grimy? The shop has a window air conditioner and a primitive heater that warms it in winter plus a uni-sex toilet and thats all the creature comforts I have to offer." "Very much, Mr. Parker, this is exactly what I am looking for." She was productive her very first day at work in that she seemed to know how Ben thought and how he did things and where he filed things. After a month, he was so amazed at what quantity of accurate and productive work she performed, Ben started studying her just to learn some of her time and motion secrets, and daily became more enamored with her. After about six weeks, the owner brought sandwiches into the office and gave Rachael one, and took one himself. She thanked him and asked, "Tell me about you, Mr. Ben Parker and I will tell you about me." "Not much to tell, I work, work, work, and have done so all my life. I have a daughter, a grandson, and I am divorced. I live alone in a log cabin out in the country and I cook my own food that is as healthy as I can find when I have time. And you?" "I work, work, work, too, and live in a paid off home in a quiet neighborhood near the University, with no children, and I have a husband." "You are very, very good at paper shuffling in an small office environment. Did you ever consider administration as a career," Ben asked? "When I was very young, yes. But, I got on a track to become a vanilla, run-of-the-mill college professor of literature - having reached that once lofty goal by politicking, pea-cocking, and even spreading my legs, when for two years Mark and I separated, when the academic playing field called for it. But I also learned early on that so much more can be said using poetry than prose and have been hooked on it and promoting it to a, sadly, diminishing audience ever since. So, if you want to know the soul of Rachael Copperfield, read her poetry - the public library has all the anthologies that contain my work on their shelves - you might see Jane Kyle on the second floor who volunteers there on Saturdays and she will show you the volumes if you are interested." The moment he heard her say, 'husband,' Ben's immediate question to himself was, ["How am I going to stop myself from falling completely in love with this creature?"] So he resolved to keep as distant from her as he was from any of the other employees. But, he also decided immediately that he would learn all he could about Rachael as an academician via her published works. Since Ben's degree from Texas Tech University was in Horticulture, his interest in the Humanities in general and literature in particular had been almost non-existent. He did take a couple of required survey courses where there was some poetry but never got interested enough to grasp what it was about. It was Saturday night and Ben sat alone at home after a neighbor had come by to visit and drop off a bowl of home-made chili, and then went on to his own home leaving Ben alone for the evening. He picked up the first volume of poetry and found Rachael's name in the index and opened to that page. He was immediately hooked on poetry after reading three pages of her work. More importantly he was hooked on his part time employee more than he had been before he found out she was married. Fighting the rising conflict going on in his mind, he was resolved again to keep his distance from her. ———————— One morning early a competitor dropped by Ben's office. They had met once before at an Association of the Chamber of Commerce meeting. When both were enjoying coffee the competitor asked, "Ben, are you interested in buying all my lien-free equipment, assuming my maintenance contracts, and of my six employees I have one who is a good working leader and two who are very good workers who you might be interested in hiring - all U.S. Citizens?" "Why are you selling out?" "At my age I have a second home in South Florida that beckons my wife and me, and I have arthritis badly now and can no longer do the physical work I have been doing for 34 years. You are new in this market and have the energy I had when I started -- My first jobs then were pulling weeds out of flower beds as I guess yours were like that when you started. Also, I don't want to jack with the new government red tape unraveling the work place." "O.K., Joseph. I will drop by to look over your operation in the morning - I will come early while all your trucks and equipment and people will be there. Then I will go see my banker and see if he will float me a loan. You know I am recently divorced so I am kind of in the poor house. " Later that morning, Rachael came to work. Over a glass of ice tea, Ben told her of the competitors invitation. She said, "You can not afford it, Ben, even if the bank will give you a loan for 100 percent of the market value of his equipment." "Thanks for reminding me of what I already know but the bank is looking for customers too, so just maybe..." "Ben, mind if I meet you over at Joseph's yard in the morning, say 6:00 A.M.? I, too, would like to take a look at his equipment and people and book keeping with you." His mind fired up by her proposal, Ben replied, "Rachael, tomorrow is not your work day." "Yes, but there is no reason I can not be a volunteer and show up anyway, is there?" The next day the two met the proprietor and spent two hours looking over all of his operation. After they had finished and Ben and Rachael had discussed it privately, Ben said, "Joseph, I will make you a cash offer sometime tomorrow or the next morning. Thanks for the opportunity to bid and I hope you and your misses will have a wonderful retirement." Ben met his loan officer that afternoon. It happened that the target company also used the same bank for his operational funds so the officer was very familiar with Joseph's operation. The officer said, "I can only loan you money on the market value of the equipment because this market is almost saturated by lawn and garden maintenance companies." He stated the interest rate and the maximum loan amount that the bank would offer as a final amount after they had dickered on both numbers at first. Ben drove back to his shop and sat down heavily at his desk. He called Rachael at home and she answered, "Hello." "You guessed right, Rachael. The bank only offered a loan based on the market value of Joseph's equipment. I know he will sell off his company piecemeal before he will take that small amount and I barely have enough money to meet day to day expenses as it is. So its another opportunity that I am not in a position to take advantage of." There was a long pause, and Rachael said, "Why not be our guest for dinner tonight? Afterwards, you and I can find some privacy to discuss this further. Say 7:00 sharp?" "Thank you so much, I will be there and I even have a clean shirt on since I went to the bank this afternoon." The first thing Ben noticed pulling up in front of Rachael's house was an inclined plane for wheelchair access to the small porch. When he knocked on the door an LVN nurse opened it and invited him into the house, and then showed him to a living room couch. In a few moments a balding white haired gentleman was rolled into the living room in his wheelchair. After offering his hand, he said, "Mr. Parker, I am Mark Copperfield. Once upon a time I was an award winning professor of European Literature Studies and I met a beautiful, energetic 19 year old co-ed in my classroom who hung on to every word I said - which has been a rare occurrence in my classes over the years. For example, when I started describing the 'Center of hell' that Dante penned in his classic, the other students obviously had their mind on pussy and/or cocks while this co-ed focused on every word I said. I am so happy that I was able to seduce, de-flower, and marry that amazing student and now this is 22 years later." "Well, pleasure to meet you, I....." Professor Emeritus Copperfield interrupted by holding up his and and said, "Excuse me for interrupting you, but I am a statistically dead person already, so I have no time to waste before I will have become ashes. So please allow me to dominate the conversation. For example, you don't have to tell me about Ben Parker as Rachael is quite certain that you 'hung the stars and the moon.' I already know all your personal secrets and your business secrets - oh by the way, Rachael doesn't need to work but the opportunity you have given her to flourish being productive in a bonafide workplace once again is a priceless 'going away' present for me. I thank you, sir." Ben was speechless but his thoughts were coming to his mind like a jack hammer. ["My god! that gentleman is madly in love with her more than I am. I must stop thinking about Rachael!"] Love Is 20/20 Vision At that point his employee came into the living room. For the first time her petite firm body hiding behind a little little black dress that emphasized her breasts that he never noticed before, exploded into Ben's awareness. She had jet black hair in a page boy cut and even at 41 the faint outline of her nipples through her dress were sexy. He doubted that she weighed more than 100 pounds but after having watched her on three occasions deal with altercations between crew members in the yard, one would think she weighed 150 pounds more than that. She touched her lips to the almost ball head of her husband and to the lips of Ben and said, "Good evening, Gentleman I sure hope you have been having an exciting conversation about me." Her husband spoke and said, "I have been doing the talking and Mr. Parker has been placating an old man by calmly listening. I was just about to tell him that I have been on dialysis since my kidneys failed 13 months ago, which then, statistically speaking, means that I am a dead man. Excitement? The most exciting thing that happens to me daily is first of all to wake up and that followed by seeing Rachael in the next bed after I awake." Trying to shut down her husband's talking about private matters, she said, "I have the food from the caterer laid out on the dining room table. Anyone but me ready to eat?" At the dinner table, the conversations turned to poetry. With Ben's newly found interest in the art form he was astonished as both his hosts recited line after line of classic poems of several poets, to his total fascination in their three way conversation. The last poem segment quoted at length was from a 1700s British poet named 'Alexander Pope.' The segment included several references to American idioms he already had heard, e.g., 'A little knowledge is a dangers thing.' Ben even wrote the poet's name down to check out some his poetry from the library. After dinner, the Professor called his LVN assistant . And while awaiting her, he said good night to his wife and offered his hand to Ben. He said, as he was being wheeled away, "You have said very little tonight, Mr. Parker, but Rachael's assessment of you is my own based on what little input you gave plus, more importantly, what you did not say. Please come again." After he was wheeled away and they were alone, Rachael said, "On a personal note, Mark has urged me to take a lover. In the past thirteen months you are the third candidate lover we have had to dinner with us. The other two impressed neither him nor me, but, for the record, I am impressed with you as is Mark, obviously." His mind spiraling as if he was high on a drug, he was unable to think of anything to say at first. Ben could feel his blood pressure dropping and his cock rising in his trousers, and he said, "Thanks, Rachael, for not rejecting me. But, I came to talk about buying out the competition and instead I had the most fascinating evening of my life conversing with you two, and my head is still spinning. Thanks again." She said, "Lets talk shop I want to become a silent, junior partner in your business and the money I buy the partnership with will be the difference between what the bank will lend and the minimum we think Joseph will take for his company." Ben opened his mouth and said, "I....." Rachael interrupted him by putting her fingers on his lips and said, "Don't answer me now. But sleep on it and we can talk in the shop tomorrow." "Rachael, you two will need all the money you can muster for medical expenses, this doesn't sound logical to me." "Ben, Mark survives on a long term disability insurance policy monthly claim benefit - hence the LVN three days per week and the dialysis equipment. His and my income is largely from lifetime annuities with escalating clauses since we purchased them when inflation and interest rates were high. Also, I am still a full professor and will return to full salary in 14 months. I love the man so much his imminent death - which is statistically guaranteed - will tear a hole in my life. But, if I had you as a business partner, I would still be left with something. " Ben really didn't know what to say but he did know that his secret love for this woman absolutely must not influence his business decision. They continued to discuss particulars and dollar figures. Afterwards he stood to leave and said, "You are right, dear workaholic, we both should sleep on this. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow!" Driving home, Ben's whole body ached with desire to hold that woman next to him in bed while he tried to analyze the risks. At the same time, he chided himself for 'thinking with his cock.' When he pulled into the trail leading to his cabin, he suddenly had a plan. --------------------------------------------- Ben drove over to Joseph's shop again early the next morning. After those two crews had been dispatched, the place was completely empty and quiet. Again, he was treated warmly to a doughnut and a cup of coffee. Ben showed the amount that the bank would lend, and said, "Your business is worth half again as much but I don't have the cash. Would you consider a personal loan as the second lien holder for an additional amount that is half what the bank will lend on the first lien? I am asking that you loan me 50 cents for each dollar the bank will lend. " Joseph got up from his desk, grimacing with pain in both knee joints, and slowly paced the small shop. Finally he said, "Ben, get your cashier's check from the bank tomorrow and meet me at my attorney's office at 2:00," as he fished a business card of his attorney out of his desk to hand to Ben. The visitor stood and said, "Will do," as they shook hands. Back in his own shop he noticed that the working leaders and crews had already left for the previously scheduled jobs that day. He watched Rachael's car pull up to start her day. She came in the door, and the first thing both of them noticed is that they consciously had to keep themselves from embracing. Ben couldn't speak. Rachael finally said, "What is your decision about my business proposition?" "I can not accept your offer, Rachael." Unable to believe her rejection, she exclaimed, "Why," as she sat down? "I love you so much until I ache to touch you right now, and mixing business with what I feel for you is too risky - That is verbatim from the first lecture of Business 101 elective course I took once. I do thank you so much for the offer and sure hope your enthusiasm for working here will not diminish." She suddenly stood up and said, "Did you just say that you love me so much? Did I hear that correctly?" With his eyes glistening from his tears and unable to speak, Ben shook his head, 'yes,' and that prompted Rachel to rush over to Ben and hold him and she whispered, "My first awareness of my falling in love with you was when I started my third week here. I will go home tonight and discuss our happy plight with my husband, Mark. He will be very happy and he just might want to pull the plug on his dialysis machine now that he will know that I am in your arms and bed. Hey! How should I set my GPS to find your log cabin?" He wrote down his cabin address and gave it to her. She then held him again and kissed his lips lightly and said, "No more of that in this shop. Now back to business......" Ben told her about his meeting with Joseph's attorney at 2:00 P.M. tomorrow and all the other details. Afterwards, Rachael got very busy paying invoices and billing customers and assembling the bank deposits the Working Leaders brought in yesterday. She always looked forward to going into the yard this day of each week and handing out pay checks while chatting with the employees. Ben was on the phone soliciting business for the rest of the day. Ben fixed his dinner when he got home and sat on his screened in porch enjoying a cigar and drinking a beer afterwards and pondering the huge new double risk that he was undertaking - uh triple risk when being newly in love was added - but felt very confident. At this point he was on top of the world. As good as things were, however, they got better: A set of headlights were bouncing down the drive from the county road to his house. When he verified that it wasn't a neighbor, he jumped up and ran to the car as Rachael was getting out. They grabbed each other as they started ravenously kissing. Then she backed away from him and said, "Hey! There are mosquitoes out here lets go in." As soon as they were inside the screen door, both started taking off their clothes as Ben guided her to his bedroom, by which time both were naked." She watched him roll an extra large condom on his cock and said,"Whew! Please be gentle. Mark hasn't been inside of me for 4 years and my sexual experience during that interval has been limited to using a small dildo occasionally." After that they resumed their passionate kissing. Entering her very slowly, he finally was all the way inside of her. Then after their 15 minute fiery coupling was over, she continued to lie on top of her lover staring into his eyes. She said, "Say something!" Ben was still holding the full length of her body to his looking into her eyes and said, "I can barely believe this is happening to me." Rachael replied, "We are real, mentally and physically, Ben. This is not pretending and masturbation - which often happens even when there are two people in a bed - and I will work - as if I were studying for yet another PhD - just to keep sex this exciting over the years if you will promise to do the same." "That? I promise." Rachael said, "There is one other thing that you should know. When I got home this afternoon and told Mark about us, he was so excited until I thought he was going to get up from his wheel chair and try to dance. He actually insisted that I leave THEN and go straight to you. But he calmed down after I told him, 'Ben is not at home, yet. I will go after he has had a chance to eat dinner and then I will come back to sleep in my bed besides yours.' Mark started crying with happiness which started me crying with happiness as well. So, Ben, may I come down here and stay for two or three hours often, like two or three times per week when the opportunity presents itself?" "However often you come, it will not be enough. But yes. Remind me to give you a door key." The End Epilogue: Five weeks later, the 68 year old Professor Mark Baxter Copperfield died in his sleep as a result of 'complications resulting from Kidney Failure' - so stated the O.B. column which quoted the coroners report. Within two months Rachael had sold all of the medical equipment and excess equipment and furniture in their home. In another month, she finally sold their house and moved in with Ben. A year later his attorney prepared a pre-nup document for both to sign and they were married in a small private ceremony. All 15 of their employees, a very few friends and neighbors, plus Ben's daughter's family attended the ceremony that was held in front of Ben's log cabin and presided over by the precinct JP.