3 comments/ 24792 views/ 13 favorites My Luvv By: 1965Squash I had been feeling down in the dumps of late. My wife left without warning and headed to the east coast. The note she left me explained her reasons; My Dear, I don't really know what I can say to make this any easier for you or I. I have felt that things have just not been right between us and I have felt this way for some time. I know I should have talked to you about my feelings, but you would have talked me into staying. I can't. I don't feel alive anymore. I have surrendered so much of myself in our marriage, and I just can't do it anymore. I need to find the dreams I have forgotten and the self I have lost in you. I hope you can forgive me, but if you can't I'll understand. Love Holly I read the letter twice, sighed, and threw it in the trash. I knew something wasn't right, and I tried to talk with her. But I was constantly brushed off and lately shut out of her life. The distance between us grew into a gulf and though I still loved her I felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I wasn't happy. Holly had been the love of my life and in some ways, still was. But we weren't happy and she had the resolve to leave, so I let her. ********************************************* It was late June and I was hibernating in the house. I'd leave for work, and pick up something to eat on the way home. Once there I'd drink a few beers, surf the channels, turn to porn, then sadly head to bed without rubbing one out. I wasn't sure if I had the desire anymore. I wanted to see beautiful women, hell even not so beautiful if they had the body to interest me. But Willy never seemed as if he wanted to be free anymore, so I never brought him out into the light. Instead I'd head to bed with a buzz. I'd wake each morning with a headache and burning eyes, drop some Visine, shower, and repeat the day prior. Such was my life. Until my Boss Jeff called. I slowly walked through the kitchen and picked my cell up off the counter where I had left it to grab a beer upon returning home on a late thursday. "Hello?" "HI Dan. How are you doing?" "Okay I guess, just popped the top on a Heiney." "Good, Good," he said and let out a sigh, "Dan, I need a favor." "Shoot, Jeff. I owe you, anything you need." "Well, You know, we're shutting down for a month to retool the lines. And I thought I could give you a break from your current life for a bit," he paused. I needed a break, "Continue," I said. "Well, Susan wants us to take most of the down time and head to Fiji. However, she doesn't want to leave the house empty. With all of the remodeling we've done and all the of the many people coming and going, she feels, and so do I, that we might be better off having someone stay here. Soooo," he said looking for the lead in to ask, "What do you think of staying here. You could come and go as you please but we'd need you to stay here every night we're gone. I'll stock the poolside bar, And the fridge and freezer out by the new stone grill area. All you'll need is a swimsuit, and that'd be optional as well," he laughed. What did I think? Hell yeah. I could use a month of me time, poolside, drinking, grilling and . . . "Yeah Jeff, no problem. I can help you out with that." "Damn! I knew you'd be the man! And oh, don't say anything to Susan but I'll kick in a grand a week for your time." "Jeff, you don't need to do that," I began to protest. After all we have been friends since high school and I'd introduced him to Susan, whom I had dated but never really was too interested in despite her wonderful to this day, physical beauty. "Dan, I know. But you are doing me, well, us a huge favor. So It will have to be part of the deal." I laughed, "Sure Jeff, it's a deal. You leaving any herbal remedies around as well?" It was his turn to laugh now, "You know it bud. We're heading out tomorrow, can you be here tomorrow morning?" I tipped up the beer I was drinking and finished before I answered, "Sure, around 9?" "Can you make it 8 Dan? We have an early flight to Chicago and then to L.A. before heading over the Pacific. It's going to be a hell of a long flight." "I'll be there." ********************************************* I made the drive to northeastern outskirts of our city and into the lush rolling hills and woods that had just begun to be developed. I entered the gated community they had bought their latest home in and buzzed the gatehouse. A small, lean man with an intense look approached the car. "Dan Wilton," I said, "I am here to house sit for the Andersons for the next month." "Sure, you were added to the list this morning. Though with this being a gated community I am not sure why they felt they needed you?" "Well possibly because the security feels it is too safe as it is now," I smirked, not sure if it was the right thing to say, or if he even deserved it, but it felt right. I pulled shallow into the drive leaving room for their car to come out of one of the four doors in the garage. As I was reaching in the back seat for my two bags Jeff had walked out to greet me. "Hello Dan, your right on schedule. Here let me take one of those." "Jeff you kill me. You know I won't let you. Lead the way," I said laughing, "Where's Susan?" "Inside finishing up. You know her. Not hair can be out of place." "Yep," I nodded. I knew full well. It was just one of the reasons we never clicked. Susan, despite being a very good and wonderful person, was just too deep into the high maintenance side of life. We entered the double doors and we were met by Susan coming down the staircase on the right. She smiled, skipped lightly down the last two steps and grabbed me in her usual bear hug. Her tits slammed into my chest as her ample flesh pushed inward and was forced upward. I looked to Jeff and saw him laughing as usual. Susan knew how this always made me feel uncomfortable and she loved every minute of it. I readied for the next part as her right hand cupped and forcefully squeezed my ass cheek. I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. Our ritual was complete. "I am sooo glad you can be here while we're gone," she said as she released me from her embrace, "I hope you enjoy the house, every inch of it while we are gone. But just one thing. Beware the neighbor girl." "Thank you," I said and then asked, "How so?" "Well, you're recently divorced, and that one, well, I have heard she just loves older men. She's quite flirtatious. And I don't want to see you get hurt." "Thank you for caring Susan, but I think she'll be the furthest thing from my mind." With that she looked at me knowingly, smiled, said goodbye and headed out to a service car that had pulled up as we talked. They loaded their bags and left. I was alone. I walked around the house, which had been very well redone. I was with Jeff when he had looked at it and bought it for Susan knowing that she'd probably gut it, which she did. She remodeled everything except for the lower level which had been tastefully converted into a man's cave with theater, pool room, bar, walk out patio attached the pool, and two guest rooms. The rooms shared a large bathroom with separate rooms for two toilets, a large six by seven foot shower with bench, and a large jacuzzi bath tub big enough for four set into a corner wall of windows. This, this was where I'd be living for the next month. I went to the bar, grabbed a beer and kicked back in on of the theater's recliners and began flipping through 675 channels. Yes, free beer, burgers, movie, a theater and money, yes, oh yes this would be the life. I woke a few minutes after twelve having dozed off in the soft leather recliner. Through one of the french doors to the right of the 105" television I saw a brief flash of blurred red movement. I sat the beer down and slowly walked to door, keeping out of sight. As I peeked around the corner I was taken aback. Laying a towel along the curve of a poolside reclining chair was a diminutive young woman of Hispanic or Latino origin. She didn't look to be more than five feet in height, if she would even make it to that, and couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet, which as she was stepping up onto the low springboard she was preparing to become. I was starstruck. She seemed so familiar. I couldn't place her face. But I knew that somehow I was familiar with her body as well as that face. That face was so lovely. Slender, with a cute bump on the ridge of her nose. Her beauty was natural. The tiny bikini revealed small breasts that had life as she moved along the edge of the pool to the springboard she now stood upon. She brought her arms up above her head and clasped her hands together as she arched her body backwards causing her hips to thrust forward pushing a rather predominant mound between her legs forward catching my attention. She brought her arms down quickly and lunged forward like a knife slicing into the water with little splash or warning. I watched as she traversed the length of the pool under the water and popped up on the edge closest to me. She pushed up with her hands and arms and suddenly in my mind Phoebe Cates was rising up from the water before me. I lost my balance and fell forward and nearly fell through the glass of the door. She heard the noise, and as she settled back down into the water folded her arms in front of her on the marbled edge of the pool and smiled directly at me. Fuck. I was had. I could do nothing now but walk out and find out who this sexy young thing was. I opened the door and tried to walk with as much confidence as I could muster after my awkward crash into the glass. She watched me as I crossed the thirty feet to where she was resting on the side of the pool. As I reached her I dropped to a catcher's crouch and offered her my hand. "Hello, I am Dan. Who might you be?" She hesitated, trying to sum me up. Finally she spoke but still did not take my hand, "It depends. Why are you in Jeff and Susan's house?" "Me? I could ask you the same? I have a reason to be here, and you?" She thought for a moment and relented, "I'm Hannah, I live next door, at least for now, but hopefully not for long," she said pushing away from the edge floating away from me. "Jeff and Susan let me use the side gate to let myself in so I can swim whenever I'd like." She was warily watching me as she lazily swam back and forth on her back. "Hmmm, well there's a new sheriff in town. You might want to check your guns at the border." "My guns?" "Umm, yeah. Do you have one piece bathing suit?" "No. But I can make this bikini a one piece. Would you like that?" "Ah, yes, they warned me about you. I wouldn't mind, but it would be rather distracting." "Aaand, what so wrong with that?" she asked. "Well, I have a lot of work to get done," I said placing my hands on my hips for an authoritative look. She began laughing heartily, "I call bullshit on that! You got nearly a month here of nothing but relaxation! Susan told me as much." "Well, it seems Susan likes to mingle in other people's business. I'll have to have Jeff punish her for me," I said as I was remembering her words and the look on her face when she had said them. "Why don't you punish me in her place?" she asked with one hell of a sexy devilish smile. Wow, I really do need to look out for this one. I turned and headed back into the house and said over my shoulder, "I think the answer to that is because you'd like it too much and it would no longer be punishment." "You're pretty damn sure of yourself Dan!" she yelled after me. And as the door closed I heard finish with, "And that makes me so damn hot!" Damn, and she makes me so damn hot. This is going to be hard concentrating on nothing for a month and relaxing. I walked over to the fridge that was next to the freezer under the bar and looked to see what was there to eat. There was a nice selection of sliced meats, a few different types of sliced cheese, well, everything needed for a damn nice sandwich, including Boetjes , a spicy stone ground traditional Dutch mustard I had gotten Jeff hooked on. I made a sandwich, grabbed a fresh beer and took a seat on the recliner nearest the door where I could keep an eye on Hannah, and not have to put a crick in my neck while watching a Detroit Tigers game. I am not sure if I had trouble following the because of the Tigers struggles or the familiar honey swimming in the pool. My pool for the next month. I gave up on the game as Justin Verlander, the best pitcher in baseball, was showing signs of age as he struggled through five innings before being pulled. I took the plate to the bar sink , washed it, dried it, and placed it back under the sink with the others. I then walked back over to the door and watched her as she now lay face down with her straps undone sunning herself. Still, the nagging thought kept banging noisily about my brain. I know this young lady from somewhere. I made us both a glass of ice water and headed out onto the patio and shut the door with a foot behind me. She turned to look to see where the sound had come from and in so doing so lifted just enough to give me a side view of her wonderful naturally tan breast. She smiled and said, "Thank you." I took a seat at a table covered by a wide umbrella. "You're welcome," I said. "I had to bring this out to you, you looked so, well, hot." She looked back at me again this time pulling up a bit further exposing her conical brown areolas and flattened nipples. "You thought I looked hot? I like that!" "Whoa, that is not what I meant, but, yes, you do look hot out here in that barely there swimsuit of yours." "Calm down big boy, I know I look hot, you don't have to be embarrassed, I like compliments . . . and hot older men checking me out," she said as she looked down at her exposed breasts and then back to me. "And you're definitely hot. Susan didn't lie about that." Susan again. I was beginning to wonder if my time here was Susan's idea. She had been urging me to date and often told me to put myself back on the market. Her warnings about this girl were starting to fall in place as well. She knew I'd be intrigued about a woman she warned me about, damn it, this was going to be a hard month. "Thank you for that compliment dear. What are you doing later? I was thinking about grilling up a couple of steaks. Would you like to come over for dinner?" She sat up, but instead of looking happy at the invite she had a forlorn look on her face, but her breasts jiggled in a most haphazard happy manner. "I would love to, but my Mother's sister is supposed to have dinner out with us, and I haven't seen Auntie May in some time." "Well, now that I know you . . . a bit . . . you're welcome here at any time. Just come alone." Her smile brightened immeasurably, "But I don't like to come alone." She stood, picked up her bikini top and towel and walked towards the gate where she entered. I watched her as her walk became a saunter, and then sexy. The shift of her hips and the jiggle of her spade shaped ass as she made her way to the gate had me in a trance. As she reached out and put a hand on the gate she turned. Seeing me, mouth agape, with a lascivious smile on my face she smiled, blew me a kiss, walked through the gate and disappeared behind the tall hedges. I suddenly noticed a discomfort in my shorts, I looked down and saw that I had become rock hard in the time it took her to cross the poolside. I looked around and was happy to note that this house sat on the highest parcel of land in the neighborhood and had a very concealed yard. I unzipped my shorts, reached in and released my seven inches. It was not overly long, but fairly thick. For the first time in months I was stroking my cock to the image of Hannah's walk. I circled the large purple soldier's helmet and began hard fast strokes. I had to stop as the friction was beginning to hurt a tad. I spit heavily into my palm and rubbed it all over my cock and proceeded to jerk myself off. It didn't take long before I shot a very large load up into the air and onto the table before me. Well, I felt a whole more relaxed now. I took of my shirt and wiped up the mess I had made, grabbed Hannah's unused glass of water and my now empty one and headed inside. I decided to lay down and see if sleep overcame me. I took the guestroom on the right and stretched out on my back and before long I was staring into blackness. I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep, but when I awoke to a loud rapping on the french doors of the theater room, the bedroom, except for a sliver of moonlight caressing the bed, was dark. I sat up and stretched, and went to find out who, and why someone was insistently knocking on the damn door. The floodlight above the french doors shone down on a vision in a white summer dress. Hannah. I stood at the doors watching her knock away on the door's glass. She was looking me in the eyes and was still insistently knocking. I sighed and opened the door. "Young Lady, do you know what time it is?" She laughed and slid past into the room, "Yeah, Duh! It's only 9:30. Were you sleeping?" "Yeah, but I hadn't meant to sleep for so long. Now, I'm famished, and will be up all night." She moved close and placed a hand on my chest, "I certainly hope so," she said leaning forward and kissing my chest where the buttons had opened. I took hold of each arm just above the elbow and moved her back. I studied her for a moment then said, "You have no sense of the lead in. You rush things to get your needs fulfilled. Have you ever thought of the benefits of slow introduction, mental foreplay, and just getting to know someone before you Fuck." She cocked her head, and after a pause, "Why should I wait for what I want, when I know what it is?" "Do you really know what it is you want? Fucking isn't the end all, be all. I need to make something to eat, and you need to go home and grow up." I turned her by the arms and opened the door and let her out. As I shut the door she turned and stared for a moment, then left in a huff with a very pissed look on her face. I chuckled, she'll be back I thought, perhaps not tonight, but she'll be back. I walked to the bar's counter and called the guard shack to ask them if they knew a good pizza joint. They told me about Mama Sarducci's Pizza. I got the number and ordered their large Sicilian Supreme, and a large Meat Lovers. I paid with my card and hung up. I scanned the channels not knowing what I was looking for when I stumbled across a John Wayne movie marathon. Unfortunately it was already more than halfway through. A few moments later, there was another rap on the glass doors, I looked up thinking it was the pizza delivery person, but instead, it was Hannah again. I walked to the door and opened it, not saying a word. She stood in the awkward silence. Just as she was about to speak the delivery guy knocked. I took the pizza, slipped him a twenty, and set the pizzas down on the counter. I looked back to Hannah who now seemed a little frazzled by the wait. I sat down on the bar stool, crossed my arms, and waited. Suddenly she broke into tears. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to upset you, I'm just attracted to you and I thought you were attracted to me as well, and, and, I," her tears broke into heavy sobs. I stood, walked over to her and pulled up from the recliner. Again taking her by the arms I looked into her eyes as she slowly raised her head to look at me. "Why are you crying? I do like you, I never turned you down. I merely suggested you go home and grow up. Rushing things is childish, and you'll never find out what it is you truly want," I said, "Do you understand?" She looked at me while wiping her eyes, "Yes, I think so? Would you mind if, if I stay for a little bit?" My Luvv Pt. 02 Sorry, no sex yet, but trust me there will be. ***** I gave up on the John Wayne marathon some time after four in the morning. I had set the alarm on my phone before laying down to sleep. I didn't want to waste the day sleeping again. After relieving myself I walked to the bar and felt under the left edge of the counter's lip next to the tap. I located the secret drawer and pulled down and out. Jeff had left what looked to be roughly three fingers worth of purple buds with red, yellow, and orange hairs with a thick layer of crystals. Jeff was still the man. I had to give this stuff up when I was around Holly and the machines we used at work, but I was off for a month. A glorious, wonderful month. Inside the drawer was a lighter, but there were no papers, and no bowls. Damn. There were no empty cans either as jeff bought bottled beer or kept the tap open for parties. On the far end of the bar's counter there was a bowl of fruit. I had to remember to thank Susan for her love of fruit. I took an apple and used a spoon to dig out a small conical hole, then used the handle to push through and connect the slender tunnel to the hole. I looked at it and decided it would work for now. i dropped a bud in and pushed it firmly down, but not too tight, lit, and inhaled. It was smooth, sweet, and - (cough, hack) I was doubled over trying to regain my breath. Damn that was such a noob move. On the other hand I remembered that the coughing does help the blood move things along. Whoa. I needed to sit down. I looked at the apple and realized I had burnt through more than I thought I would on the first try, but damn, I knew I needed to put it down. I grabbed a beer, a towel, and looked about the pool and saw no sign of Hannah. I set the beer and towel under the shade of the umbrella on the table, looked around again, dropped trow and ran jumping into the pool. I sped across the pool underwater as I let my momentum ebb. I surfaced slowly as I neared the other side. As I came up and grabbed the pool's edge I noticed I was looking at a pair of sandals. I followed the feet to the fleshy legs and up, and noticed I was looking up a woman's dress at a thick pair of thighs I was unfamiliar with and a pair of white granny panties. I excused myself, looked away and consciously hugged the edge of the pool. "Well, I must say, I wanted to come over and say hello, but I never expected such a lovely welcome," the woman's voice said. "UH, sorry," I said still glancing away, "I didn't see anyone here. If you'd please turn around I'll put some clothes on to greet you in a more respectable manner." "Nah honey, don't you worry, I just dropped by to say hello and see what has Hannah all bothered," she said as she excused herself, "Now I understand. Besides I have errands to run in town. Nice ass honey." I hugged the pool a bit longer feeling the need to make sure it was safe. I need to put a lock on that damn gate. After a few minutes I quickly swam back to where I had dove in, scampered out, grabbed my stuff and headed in. I thought as I went in, I needed to get a shower and head into town myself. I too had an errand to run. As I drove through town I looked for a head shop, while not legal in our state yet, our county had relaxed a lot of its marijuana policies. Unfortunately, there were none this far out of the city. Instead I pulled into a small mom and pop hardware store and headed to the brass fittings section. I found a few small stainless steel sink screens, a brass elbow, about a four inch brass pipe, and a flare fitting large enough for the screen to sit deeply. As I waited in line to check out I picked up a pack of three Bic lighters as well. When I set the parts and the lighter down the young kid behind the counter smiled and said, "Cool dude." I laughed, accepted the change, and left feeling that this old man still had a bit of "cool" credibility left. Once back at the house I quickly looked for a small wrench and set to work completing my improvised bowl. Just as I was to fit the screen in the flare fitting, I looked up because I heard a light knock on the french doors. There stood a beautiful Hannah in a white t-shirt tied above the navel and apparently no bra, short daisy duke jeans, and a pair of light blue flip flops. I placed the screen in the bowl, finishing my morning's work. I held it up admiring it, while I watched Hannah's expressions out of the corner of my eye. She was getting impatient, and I was loving it. I placed a bud in my new bowl and pressed it in, then headed to the door. I stopped in front of the door and patiently studied Hannah from head to toe, shook my head sadly and opened the door. "Well, you took long enough!" she said indignantly. "And you as usual, miss the advantages of time and subtlety." I said, closing the door. I walked over to my usual place in the row of recliners and turned on the tv. Hannah as expected, sat beside me. I ignored her and took a long deep drag from the bowl as the bud crackled under the application of fire. After a moment I slowly exhaled then looked to Hannah and offered her the bowl. She was still miffed I had taken so long to open the door. She accepted the bowl and lighter then stared at me for a moment as she tried to asses the situation before she spoke. "What is it with you and this time thing? And what the fuck do you mean by subtlety?" "Well, for one, you sit there with your legs uncrossed," as I looked directly at a pussy pressed into by closely cut jeans that allowed me to see the fleshy edges of her reddening mound, which had been freshly shaved. "I can clearly see the edge of your pussy. I can see that you have shaved. You know I want you, and yet you leave little for me to uncover in my own time and speed. Second, You've already shown me your lovely breasts and yet you wear a thin t-shirt where your areolas are clearly visible to either remind me of what I can not un-remember, or to help me make a decision to ravish you. You rush headlong at a man who has already said you are beautiful and that he wants you, and yet, like some confused school girl you publish your goods in hopes of enticing me, forcing me into a decision at your pace." She stared at me before replying, "Forcing you?" "No, there will be no forcing me to take you fully, completely, and with utter satisfaction. No, I decided that when I saw you rise from the water as I lost balance and fell into the glass of the door." "You decided? What if I didn't like you? What the fuck then?" "Time. Either way I will have those puffy smooth lips pushing out the edges of your jeans against my against my tongue before the month is over. I will suck those lovely tits of yours and caress you to a peak of passion that will have you not only screaming my name, but you will not want to go back home. I will bend you over every surface of this room, make love to you in my bed until you pass out, and then, then I WILL send you home." She was wide eyed, mouth open in disbelief and then suddenly a damn broke, "FUCK YOU," she screamed as threw the pipe at my head, but missed, hitting the seat of the recliner in the row behind me as she turned and stormed from the room. I laughed and then retrieved the bowl which fortunately still had the bud lodged in it. I applied fire once again, exhaled, and turned on the television to look for a good college football game. The rest of the day passed quietly as well as the next two days. I had formed a pattern. Arise, piss, eat, shower, toke, surf the web for porn (Willy wanted to come out frequently now), rub one out, swim, lunch, nap, more swimming, more porn, swimming, then dinner. I tried to keep my evenings free from routine. The familiarity I had sensed about Hannah was confirmed Tuesday morning as I was surfing the web for tiny, small titted, young women. There in front of my eyes was the spitting image of Hannah. Her name was Sara Luvv. She was a favorite of mine to watch when I had been home. Miss Luvv had an amazing ability to make eye contact with the camera operator and had absolutely riveting facial expressions that combined with her body's reactions when she came, made me pause, backup, and repeat countless times. Her pure enjoyment and lustful need for the orgasm was evident in the desire her eyes exuded as she pushed her body to the edge as a man's cock pummeled her. I studied her closely trying to compare her face and body to that of Hannah's. I wasn't completely sure, but if I had to place money on it I'd bet quite a bit on Sara being Hannah. I closed my laptop and considered things as if it were true. I didn't want to jump to conclusions but it would explain alot. It didn't make me want her any more or less but it was something to think about. How did it affect my thoughts of her, or the possibility of hooking up with her. Did I still want to? I know the safety standards they have in place in the porn industry, but how exacting and safe were they really? I had to stop. I needed to consider the fact it may not be her. In fact probably not her. I knew nothing of Miss Luvv's past, but I was almost sure she wasn't from America's heartland, no matter the considerable and growing Mexican communities here. The odds just simply couldn't hold up to it being her. But, damn, did it look like her. I needed a beer. As I walked to the bar to pull a tall draft the house phone rang. I walked behind the bar and picked up the receiver off the wall, "Hello, you've reached the Andersons." "Dan! How the hell are you? You enjoying things?" "Good, things have become interesting," I said thinking of Hannah, "how have you two been? Having fun I hope?" "Quite a bit, thanks. The real reason I am calling is because of Sarah. She was well," he hesitated, "she was wondering if you and Hannah have hit it off." "Oh we have hit it off. I've seen her tits, much of her pussy, and I have told her how I was going to fuck her and then send her home. Pissed her ass off. I haven't seen her in two days, but she'll be back," I laughed. "You have one hell of an odd approach to getting laid." "This girl throws herself at cock like she's a hundred mile an hour fastball. She knows she wants cock, but not why, or how to be selective. And Jeff, I am the man to teach her. After I am done, this little pet project of mine will be ready for a real man, and want more than just cock. Until then, she'll get it when I am ready," I said laughing. "Really?" said a female's voice from behind me. I turned and smiled as I looked at Hannah. "Yes," I said to her, and then to Jeff, "Sorry, gotta go, she just showed up for lesson number three. Okay, bye." "Lesson three? What a fucking ego you have," she said, hands on her hips and smiling. She was wearing a mid-calf length blue summer dress, a white floral summer blouse, and a nice light blue pair of flats. "Wonderful Dear, I see one and two have done wonders for you. Let me change and we'll go to dinner," I said as I turned and left the room. I did not wait for an answer, but knew she was receptive. Once dressed I grabbed my wallet, keys, and cell phone, and entered the theater where she was still waiting with hands on hips. I took my left arm and hooked it through her right and led her out and around to the front of the house. Once at my car, I opened her door, held her hand as she slipped into her seat, made sure she was in and shut the door. Once strapped in myself, I started the car and asked her where she'd like to eat. "Really? My choice?" "Your choice. Wherever you'd like that doesn't require reservations this late." "Okay," she said, "Drive, I'll tell you the way." She gave me directions back into town where I had been a couple of days before at the hardware store. Oddly enough, the small family restaurant I pulled up to and parked in front of was just three doors down. It was an Italian restaurant, run, I found out later, by the first Italian immigrants to the area back in the late 1800's. It had been in operation in this very spot since 1922. Hannah had been brought here as a child and continued to come here often. Not only was she familiar with the staff, and the owners, but I would find something out about her I would have never suspected. We were shown to our table in a softly lit corner, out of the way of foot traffic where we could talk intimately and not worry about interruptions or being overheard. Tony our waiter suggested his Mother's Lasagna, and a nice red wine that would compliment her efforts perfectly. I looked to Hannah for approval and we accepted his advice, then thanked him. He returned swiftly with fresh garlic loaves and our silverware, followed soon with our wine which was served expertly. As he left us I looked at Hannah and said, "This seems to be a very friendly place. I can see why you chose it." "Well, it means a lot to me. And this is something I want to share with someone who may or may not be part of my life. Is that subtle enough?" I laughed, "Touche'. So, tell me please, why this place means so much to you?" "Well, first of all they're family. I mean, real family. Tony's Mom is my Auntie May. When I was a kid I used to like to help her in the kitchen as my Mother and Father sat and talked while they enjoyed the wine. The first place I visited when I came back, even before I went home, was here," she finished and leaned back slowly taking a sip from her glass. "You sound almost cryptic when you say 'When I came back.' What was it that brought you back home and where had you gone?" Before she began to answer a soft smile appeared, "Well, when I left home I had just graduated high school and refused to follow the family's wishes to attend a private in state college. I wasn't ready for college. Sure I wanted to go, I love to learn, read, research information, but . . . I just didn't feel the time was right." she finished while watching my expression, "What? Why do you have that knowing smile on your face?" I reached across the table and took her hands into mine and looked up into her eyes, "My Dear, even then you were learning not to rush, but to approach things at the right time, and . . . speed." "Oh fuck you," she laughed. Her eyes sparkled in the flickering candle light. I could not keep myself from looking into them. A million stars spun as I fell inwards, caught in the depths of a soul I felt oddly at home in, with, and near. I could feel an immense loneliness and love waiting to be unearthed. A sudden chill shot the length of my spine from the nape of my neck to my toes. What the hell was that I thought as I was ripped from the depths of her eyes. "Dan, are you alright?" her eye bathed in genuine concern. I brought her hands, which were still in mine to my lips and kissed them gently. For the first time my lips tasted her, and . . . "Wow, Dan that was electric!" "Yes, and you my Dear have a lovely taste." She was blushing, but her right leg was not shy, it slid up left leg's outside and slowly slid back down and over the top of my foot and began a slow, sensual climb. It passed my knee and she delicately, and almost imperceptibly slid her hips forward to reach further up and along my thigh. Just as the tip of her bare foot brushed against the fabric covering my balls Tony arrived with our meal. After placing them before us with an artful flare he refilled our glasses with more wine, and excused himself. Trying to recompose myself I turned our conversation back to Hannah, "You said this has always been run by an Italian family, but somehow I felt you were of Latino or Hispanic descent?" "No, I am Italian," she paused, "and yes, I am also Spanish. I get the darker skin from his Moorish past. My Father's family moved here when he was a child, and he met my Mother in elementary school. They are both 57 now and have been married 25 years, but have been together for 51 of those years. He is the manager of the main branch of the local bank. He oversees operations of all four branches and is looking to add one in the City's renewing Old Town Center." "Well, he seems to be a very accomplished man. How do they manage to keep in love over so many years?" "IN LOVE? I don't know about in love, but I do know they love each other. They are affectionate, but in little, almost imperceptible ways. They don't talk much, kiss or show much physical affection, but you can see the love in their eyes when they look at each other, and it has a real, perceptible presence in the room when they are together." I didn't know for sure, but I felt that on some level it was behind her need to feel the physical now, behind her rashness. Perhaps she did know what she wanted, but did not know how to go about getting it properly. We ate in silence as I feared the eventual questions headed my way. As she finished the last of her plate's offerings, she looked up at me, "Dan, why do you have a month to be able to disappear into a place where obviously no one else is coming over to visit?" "Hmmm, well, I am a partner with Jeff, not a large one mind you, but my work over the last two years has been dominated by making this so real and successful that my retirement days, which are really not that far off became nearly my only goal. Part of that came about because my wife left me. She left me with a letter on the kitchen table. I knew something had gone wrong in our marriage, and tried to talk to her about it but she wouldn't. She never said why, she just wouldn't. Her letter wasn't mean, just explained why she felt she had to leave. So I let her go, got the divorce by posting in the Times, and moved on. Except, Susan, our lovely Susan, thought I was stuck in the dumps and needed a break. I believe she invited me knowing you would catch my eye and perhaps bring me up from my funk." "Was she right? Did I bring you up out of your funk? I mean, you have already told me about how you are going to please me and then send me home, but . . . " I hesitated, took a sip that emptied my glass and answered, "Yes, you have brought me up and out of my funk. My days were on autopilot, but now there seems to be a bit of purpose, other than just getting up because it is yet another day." She took a deep breath in and then slowly exhaled. A tension filled the room, and I wanted to pull her over the table and take her right there. I knew I had been attracted to this lovely little thing, but I never considered how much or how deep it was. I kissed her hands again and placed them back on the table. Her eyes began to draw me in again, but this time I shook it off and said, "My Dear, would you like to head back?" "Yes," she answered as Tony arrived and I asked for the bill. "Sir, it is on the house, Hannah would never be expected to pay here," he offered with a smile. "Thank you Tony, but I am not family, and I would do you a disservice to expect to be treated as such." Tony laughed heartily this time and then leaned in close and whispered, "Not yet, not yet. I can see it in the eyes of this lovely couple." I thanked him, smiled and shook his hand. I then stood and then offered my arm to Hannah, and as Tony left to return to the kitchen, I opened my wallet and placed two hundred under the stem of my glass. The drive home was quiet in the way of talk, but our breathing, and exchanged looks spread a crackle and hum of sexual electricity through the car. After pulling the car to a stop in the driveway, I placed it in park and turned off the engine, and tried to slow myself down as I walked around it to open Hannah's door. I took her hand and steadied her as her legs slid from the car and she rose. I pulled her in close and lifted her chin bringing her lips to meet mine. The kiss began slowly and built in passion and intensity. I leaned her back against the car as my hands slid down her back and moved to the sides and upon reaching her hips I brought my hands around to cup her ass and pulled her up tighter into me. Eventually we had to breathe and we broke our kiss. My Luvv Pt. 02 "Thank you for a wonderful night," I said as I offered her my arm and upon her accepting it I led her around the side of the house to the side gate. I stopped, kissed her gently and said, "Goodnight." The look on her face changed at least a half dozen times. What had shown was excitement, confusion, anger, disappointment, and finally resignation and acceptance that the date was at an end. She sighed, shook her head and said, "Goodnight." She opened the gate and as she reached her door and took the handle in hand she looked to me, smiled, laughed and then went inside. As I walked to the house crossing poolside, I felt relief, and a great yearning rise within. Once the door was closed I sat in the darkness of the room and wondered who was schooling who and just when had this all moved beyond a game? My Luvv "That would be nice. Would you like some pizza and something to drink?" "Yes, do you have a beer?" "Sure," I said as I took to plates from the cabinet, two forks, some napkins, and grabbed two beers. I set them on the counter and moved around to serve her. Which would you like? Sicilian Supreme or Mama's Meatlovers?" "One Supreme please." I gave her two. Walked over to the recliner next to the one I had been using and set her pizza and beer down for her. She looked at the two pieces but sat down in silence. I retrieved mine and joined her. After a few moments of eating in silence she asked, "Do you like black and white movies?" "Not necessarily, but black and white photography is much more expressive, so in that sense, I do like black and white pictures. Are you a fan of John Wayne?" "Not really, I haven't seen much of his movies though," she said with a shrug. "Well, I think you might like the next one. It is my all time favorite, 'The Quiet Man.'" "Is that a silent film?" she said with a laugh. "Nope, and it is in color too!" We watched the "The Quiet Man" with quite a bit of interest on Hannah's part. She seemed dubious of the dowerys influence on the marriage. I quickly explained it was a long held custom in some countries and a refusal was an insult to the Father and the woman intended for marriage. She still seemed reluctant to accept it but she bought into the story all the same. She cheered during the horse race, picked sides in the brawl, and eventually cried. I picked up her plate, and now empty bottle and set them on the counter. Then I took her by the hands and gave her a hug, and a kiss on her right cheek, and walked her to the side gate and said good night. She paused for a moment, a puzzled look appeared on her face and then she turned and walked to the back door of her parent's home and before entering looked back at me and smiled. Perhaps, just perhaps . . .