3 comments/ 8899 views/ 2 favorites In Love with a Jersey Girl By: HawkerDeHavilland Maggie, dear sweet Maggie: I pray that somehow you will find this and dismiss all else I have written here to take this one shining moment of us into your heart and cherish it as I do you. For we, you and I, have lived twice: One life for ourselves and one for our dreams. Their deceptions were considerable enough to cause a lifetime of worry. But every lie somehow remained undiscovered long after that day in Ocean City passed and as the calendar rolled by those apprehensions faded, marriages remained intact allowing two people guiltless reflection on a moment in each other's arms for twenty four hours one late September. Social media creates opportunities to connect and reconnect with friends, relations and acquaintances. This fact is obvious and ubiquitous to all who use them. Anyone can be found on the internet and social media provides the tool. But what it has done sometimes is put two people together, having never known each other, and created an opportunity to find that both should have met long ago in another time and another place. This makes the engine of their connection, the always-available vessel that is social media, a magical daily necessity. For Maggie Killian and Len Bartlett such a stumbling into the life of the other occurred and was nurtured over a period of years. In Jersey you can live blocks away from someone and never know who they are. Such was the case in Maggie and Len's lives, two people who grew up mere towns from one another. One hundred and fifty miles of beaches an hour away from anywhere in the state puts every Jersey girl "down the shore" eventually. Some hate it. But far and away there aren't many Jersey girls who don't have special memories of summers on the New Jersey coastline and Maggie, a north Jersey girl, found herself going "down the shore" every time she had the chance even if only for a day. What had begun in high school and college continued throughout her whole life only now: with a husband and children. Len Bartlett grew up on the Bayshore; that stretch of coastal water on the Sandy Hook and Raritan Bay. Even though it is waterview, the Bayshore is not a wealthy location indeed. Most of the towns along the Raritan and Sandy Hook Bay began their history as clamming, fishing or NY Ferry stops for people going someplace else in New Jersey. He grew up middle class yet existed in the "richness" of the bayside, ocean and its dunes. The "cove", Deal, Seabright and Asbury Park were places he surfed when Summer days started with perfect rights at dawn and ended evenings when the wind quit and the waves got glassy. It was all he did as a kid, yet even at 40 he could still find an excuse to throw the board in the car, drive fifteen minutes and ride waves when he heard they were good for he never left the sea he loved and lived there with his wife, two children, a dog and a view of the great blue Atlantic Ocean. These were attributes Len and Maggie discovered about each other quickly being 'friends' on a forum as pictures of friends, family and places shared with hundreds of others like themselves were posted with written greetings, amusing occurrences and thoughts for all to see. Besides a whole new raft of friends Len and Maggie were finding certain experiences and feelings they shared in their lives that mirrored the other. North Jersey beaches are completely different from south Jersey beaches. Hundreds of those beach towns have a life and pace all their own and for ninety days of Summer every year, Memorial Day to Labor Day, those beach communities are packed with tourists. Hotels, boarding houses, cottages and rentals make up all the income a property owner is going to see all year in three short months. The crowds are so big: it pays off. But once the summer ends, as if on cue, on the last day of the Labor Day weekend these towns empty. What had been a mecca of youth and young families sees anyone of school age disappear. These towns hang on keeping the boardwalk stores open for warm fall weekends but predominantly those cottages close for "the season", hotels lower their rates, bars and restaurants go into off-season mode, parking meters need not be paid and even stoplights are switched to blinking yellow. To visit a shore town off-season is to have the whole place to oneself. This drastic change is most obvious in Ocean City New Jersey: a place Len spent two summers as a teenager living at his parents beach house just before college, work and life made it impossible to do again. When he discovered Maggie had worked in OC at the same time it generated a constant stream of fascinating communication between them. Personal messages only they would understand from back in that day along with pictures gave them both a sense of reverie. That summer had been one of their most fondly remembered: unassailable as the best one of their lives. In that particular beach town, in that special summer, in the vibrancy of endless possibilities; neither had known the other existed. That shared yet unshared summer of their youth caused Len and Aggie to became the best of online friends: friends who had never met. It was in the spring when he started posting pictures of summer lifeguard stands on the sixty beaches in OC from the surfing beach at 1st Street to the last on 59th near the old pier. Finding many of them on line he started posting them to Maggie so as April moved into May, she was receiving a new picture of a different OC beach, their boats, its ubiquitous lifeguard stand, their warning flags and tourists on blankets in beach chairs or standing in the surf: beautiful lazy summer day pictures as a constant reminder to Maggie that Summer was coming. She loved it and Len through this contact became ever more enamored of this girl from his own state. There are women who are beautiful. There are women who are sexy, witty, funny and interestingly attractive in their own way. But Maggie was lovely. In every picture he'd seen of her she was smiling. With her friends or husband or children and by herself: her curly blonde locks, her hazel eyes her polished exterior was always dominated by her wonderful smile. Len was fascinated by it. She was professional, confident and had a career of her own. He began to cherish her responses and comments to him which often could start and end his day. Conversation he noted between the friends she chose to have online made it obvious she was happily married and proud of her family, yet was confident enough to have conversations with men without a burden of flirtation. These were Maggies attributes he accepted and respected yet both of them knew more about one another's personal lives than anyone reading their banter could have guessed. And she was a Jersey Girl. Anyone "searching" the definitive description of what a Jersey Girl really is will find offerings from proud women across the state: "She's humble, but ambitious. She's independent, but family-oriented. She likes pizza, beer and lots of mascara, but don't think for a second that she's not sophisticated. A Jersey Girl is one of the Garden State's most enduring icons- a readily identifiable personality, as much a part of America's cultural landscape as Frank Sinatra. What the rest of the country knows about them would fill a thimble, but in the hearts and minds of Jerseyans she's a special female with a specific character indelibly inscribed into Garden State pop culture. She loves a good time, she's got a certain sense of style and she's got attitude. She's a girl who enjoys the mall, might wear more makeup than the Ivy League would approve of, and gives some thought to her hair. She's got a mouth on her. She says what she means. And she's got a nice, cheerful laugh. She's spunky and witty, and she handles competition very well. She's got that confidence and not much holds her back. A Jersey Girl has the tenacity and drive of a New Yorker, but with the beauty of warmth and humility that being from Jersey is all about. Don't mistake her toughness as a lack of refinement. Don't misjudge her sometimes "brash" manners as a lack of 'classiness.' " It was the summer of last year when Len and Maggie sent each other pictures and messages among the online correspondence came admissions of how much they missed going down the shore then one day out of the blue he messaged her that they should meet in Ocean City some day and see how its changed. There was nothing wrong with Len's marriage. He had his own surfer girl. His kids were great and his life was on track and in order. But he wanted to see Maggie standing in front of him, see that beautiful smile and like compatriots who shared something no other two people did, he had a fantasy of reliving the places and things they'd both done on their best summer ever with someone who knew as well as he how great those times were. Len's off-hand request received no response. Maggie had ignored his suggestion. Perhaps she had dismissed it as an inappropriate indiscretion. He considered explaining himself then let it drop. Nothing more was said and they continued posting each other in truly grand style as if he never sent the personal suggestion in the first place. He was glad of it. Their texts continued to be warm, friendly and as pleasant as ever throughout the summer. Then in mid- September he received her answer. When he read it, he had hoped it wouldn't, but Len's heart soared. "You still want to meet up in Ocean City?" Maggie had typed, "I could use a trip back in time." The weather in September 'down the shore' is no different than August. But crowds are gone and if any youth are there at all: hooky is involved. Mid-week at the Music Pier in Ocean City, Len and Maggie's meeting place for an afternoon of reverie, hosted every manner of retiree and hanger-on imaginable. Regardless the Ocean City boardwalk was an uncrowded place even on this beautiful day in September on this particular Wednesday as it now belonged to two lucky summer souls. It was a warm, fluffy clouded blue sky day with waves coming in and breaking gently on a shoreline virtually deserted. Len got there early thinking he'd wait for her. For some reason he thought he'd see her in the professional clothing she posted herself wearing on most of her pictures. It was late morning. Sitting on a bench on the Music Pier's south side and facing the sun was a vibrantly tanned woman wearing sunglasses in shorts, top and a light pullover. Her curly blonde shoulder length hair was unmistakable. A strange shudder shook him nervously. When she recognized him, Maggie's smile was as warm as the sun itself and Len felt a foolish grin cover his face. He was standing in front of her for the first time. "Oh my god, here we are! " she said. He laughed He wondered how long it took her to get down from north Jersey. "I thought maybe I'd see you on the Garden State," Len shook his head grinning, "Maggie, I didn't know if I should come or not. But I wasn't going to be the one to stand the other one up!. Just in case you didn't come I was gonna be here no matter what." "I almost didn't," she admitted, "I was sure you would have understood, right? I was just going to send you a message tomorrow and say I was sorry but...This could look wrong to a lot of people." "I am so glad we did it anyway." He interrupted and she laughed. He immediately liked her laughter: confident and out loud. She was born and raised in New Jersey, specifically near the shore. beautiful in a unique way. She immediately struck him as a girl who possessed the ability to impress even with salty hair and sand under her fingernails. Although he'd heard her talk a lot about both with her online girlfriends he got the impression with her that makeup and shoes were optional, tan lines are embraced, has a strong attitude and a tough mouth, encompasses the phenomena of waking up more stunning than the night before. Even as they stood there Maggie and Len began reliving the summer they both had spent in Ocean City twenty years ago. They stood at the Ninth Street railing overlooking the beach she used to populate with her friends whenever she didn't have to work. For that long past summer; Hogates was the boardwalk restaurant where she held a job waiting tables and Maggie wanted to see it again if it was still around. She described the teenage crowd so thick the beach towels were inches apart from the pier to the jetty the whole season. "This is was where everyone came," Maggie couldn't believe she had never run into Len back then, "I guess you just weren't cool enough!" "You would have made a big impression on me!," he assured her," but we never came down here. We were either surfing or had a party going on. You were on the preppy beach just in case you wanted to know. I never used to come here. Me and my surfin' buddies would go out at dawn every morning and ride waves. The surf used to break really nice off the rocks at 15th. It was always good. The lifeguards would kick us out at ten and we'd go the The Varsity, get something to eat then go find another break. We'd be surfing someplace all day. Then we'd hang out. I probably never went to any place you were at." Her hair was different back then and she was skinnier she told him and that's when he told her how great she looked right now. She removed her sunglasses, smiled and looked at him. Maggie's beautiful hazel eyes were on his. She stepped towards him and they embraced. It was everything they expected and nothing like what they thought it would be. For a few seconds he felt her hair against his face, sensed her fragrance and felt her arms around him. In those same moments Maggie felt his strength and the closeness of him pressed against her. This simple embrace was what she had been considering for months. Neither of them was letting go quickly. Maggie leaned back to look at him. When was it right to kiss this man? She waited and hoped he wouldn't and was almost disappointed when he didn't. How could it ever be right to kiss him; especially him? The excuse that a simple kiss on the lips would be OK, perfectly normal between friends, was a lie. His friendly touch alone had sent desire creeping into her heart. How do you fall for someone when you haven't ever met? How does everything you both say and everything you do make the other want more? What in god's name was going to happen? Twenty plus blocks of Ocean City's boardwalk stretched out along the beach lined with shops restaurants and closed amusement stands. Maggie wanted to see what was left of the old restaurant so they walked the boards talking. What else but their families, work and travels did they have? Like congenial acquaintances, they talked about these in confident terms knowing each shared similarity and interest. Getting past that quickly carried their conversation to subjects limited to personal interests and shared characters and coincidences they had found talking online. Hogates was now some other renovated restaurant. They walked to the Varsity for lunch instead. Who knew what forgotten meal they ordered for most of it sat uneaten as they talked in a booth across from one another. "Len, for the longest time I thought you were from California," she said. " I lived there for three years. It's a weird place: beautiful but weird. I was happy to move back " "I knew there was something Jersey about you the whole time, though," she commented," you can't hide a Jersey boy from me even if you tried." Jersey girls tough: are special females. They'll drive fast, pass you, cut you off and look in the rearview mirror to check out your reaction. Don't think they won't flip you the bird for your trouble because they will. They'll be the first to dump a drink on you when you spill yours on their shoes. They hang with their girlfriends and wait you out at a club. They get loud and they're proud. They've got a style all their own especially when it comes to their hair. They are fiercely protective and they've got big families and odds are you better not do them wrong because somewhere in that mix is probably an uncle or cousin who is "connected". There's not a Jersey girl who doesn't like the "boss" and most every one has Springsteen's music or has seen him in concert. Most of them love the shore. All of this Len accused Maggie of being and she agreed. She laughed, reached across the table and took his hand. Had they met back then in one of those clubs, those all night crazy Asbury Park Wildwood clubs, he wouldn't have missed out on dancing with her; all night for that matter if he was any good at it! You look great," he admitted," You know how to work a tan, Maggie, You look like you just spent a week here." Somewhere during the conversation their feet touched and never retreated. Had they met someplace else, Hoboken or Jersey City for lunch or drinks, this would have been a short afternoon. It would have been nice to finally meet and all, have some laughs then get back home in time for dinner after a pleasant short defining hour or two spent with someone interesting : met online. For two people who lived for every moment by the ocean, surrounded by identical recollections shared on a warm autumn day at the beach where they'd find pleasure regardless, Maggie and Len discovered with each passing minute a depth to their hours together neither wanted to end. They walked the beach. At the bottom of the steps down from the boardwalk sandals were left behind as they walked in that space between the tide and the sand. Water crept in and receded. Shells lay strew before them. Gulls wheeled overhead with cries loud enough to be heard over the sound of the waves. Altogether familiar and timeless they shared the afternoon on jetties, the long stretches of sand between talking going ankle deep in a still-warm ocean while listening to the faint noises of the boardwalk and the sounds of their own voices. Hours passed like they never existed. Once the limit of the boardwalk was reached, they turned around to return to their sandals. Len took this special woman's hand. Warm and soft, Maggie squeezed and left her hand in his. Inside them both a whirlwind of emotions surged. This was the way it was supposed to be. Two people couldn't have been more connected at that exact spot and at that perfect time. They were meant to hold hands here. They were meant to walk the ocean they both loved. They were meant to be inexorably drawn back to a time when holding hands with a girl just happened and having a boy next to you walking the shoreline could describe a whole summer in one day. They walked up the beach hand in hand without discovering any excuse to drop the others as both began praying for some undefined undetermined future unknown hurry to its conclusion. For each moment hand in hand that conclusion came closer and closer. There was an electrical charge running through their grasp as real as anything they could imagine. For as long as he could stand it Len clung to this feeling until unable to resist another second he stopped and turned to her. Maggie felt it at the same time. There are kisses when you are seventeen that are charged with desire. They are not offered. They are taken in ways that define and prove. Teens from their time handed out kisses like a million more were on the way for a thousand more lips. Had Len and Maggie met as teenagers on this same beach those kisses would have been shallow things tried on many more willing loves in the next week the next day or sometimes in the same hour. But this? Maggie faced him tilting her head upwards. Her beautiful amber eyes were on his. Her lips waited. He bent to her mouth with a tenderness that waited patiently for a response. Their lips met and as she brought her arms around him an incredible kiss blossomed into the most delightful either of them could have planned for. The waves the sun, the gulls, this place all theirs and they among it fed the pang of want awaiting lovers if only they'd surrender. It brought open their mouths to tongues gentle and searching and began describing the exquisiteness of undiscovered passion in a place they hadn't expected. In Love with a Jersey Girl It ended. Neither said anything to the other. Instead they turned to walk as if nothing had occurred. Yet everything was different. Nothing was the same. In their memories this place had always been theirs. It was as if they both had become the seventeen year olds from twenty years ago. There would be more kisses. Clinging to that knowledge was like swimming an undertow. Maggie and Len soon found themselves unable to continue without stopping to discover if the second would be as incredibly charged as the first. This happened in halting deliberate highly charged pauses where they found themselves kissing as if that were all that mattered; kissing long deeply oblivious to their surroundings. She finally ended it and held him tightly. "it could have rained, I could have never come, you could have never suggested this, I could have ignored you Len," she sighed lifting her lips up to his again, "but this is so perfect....so perfect." Never had Len's heart felt so filled with so much swelling emotion. "You know something else about Jersey girls, surfer boy?" she said smiling, "We don't mind sleeping in a bed when there's sand in it." Long before this moment both of them had made certain decisions. In the back seat of Maggie's car was the overnight bag she justified to herself needed to be packed should some unforeseen breakdown occur? For Len: in his most selfish fantasy of what might be, his dearest hope was that Maggie would somehow stay with him and simply escaped reality by hedging a business meeting into an overnight. A flurry of calls came to Maggie's cellphone she answered outside the range of hearing. Later they tried to have dinner. She would get her car. The Port 'O Call sat on fifteenth and boardwalk half empty of visitors and Len Bartlett paid cash for a room as high as could be purchased overlooking the ocean then waited at the steps for her to drive into the Port O' Call's half-empty lot until Maggie was walking towards him case in hand. Unrecognized and ignored they made their way, swiped the door key and found themselves in an eighth floor king bed room overlooking the Atlantic. Far below was the boardwalk and they were alone, sliding doors to the balcony open to the warm breeze as the day faded to darkness. " I'll be right back," she said. Their kiss, so alive before, was suddenly clumsy and hesitant. Maggie went into the bathroom and closed the door. She opened the travel case found a long tee and shed her clothes slipping into it leaving on her panties. She looked at her image in the mirror while fingering the wedding bands on her left hand then twisted them loose to place both on the vanity. She was going to sleep with another man for the first time in her marriage. There had been all the years, truly YEARS, she had been in touch with him and he with her. The wonderful exciting feelings he brought out in her, the depth of the warmth he felt for her, this connection they shared and the loss she felt when somehow they couldn't talk for even one simple morning at work just made her want him all the more. Just hearing from this man could make her day and now she needed him like no other. She was still warm from his kisses, flushed and expectant. She would be in his arms. She would give herself to him, she didn't care. He would be hers in all the ways she wanted him. Her submission to this desire would be as complete as anything she'd ever felt. She turned to the door turned off the light and entered their bedroom. The room was dark save for his silhouette framed by a twilight sky. Maggie walked to the bed and pulled back the covers to slide between the sheets; her back to him. Len went to his bedside, removed a tee shirt and still in his sweatpants he slipped beneath the covers beside her. At first they didn't touch. When he reached to her he felt her briefly tremble before put both his hands to her back to smooth it gently. "You are so perfect." he said softly," and somehow I've convinced you to be less perfect and I don't want to feel wrong having done it Maggie, but I haven't been able to resist you." Beneath the covers he moved his hands to trace the sculpture of her back then ran his hand across the slope of her shoulder, her side to find the firmness of her waist and slowly felt the fullness of her hips thigh and knee. She moved to his touch and then like two spoons he held her close finding the bottoms of her bare feet with the tops of his. He moved against and felt her move with them. "Do you think we will be OK with this afterwards?" she turned to him asking quietly. "Oh god, Maggie, I have no claim and rights. All I have is this impossible affection for you. It's all I have. We have none of the cares and worries created by living together for years. Is that fair? Not caring for each other that way makes it easy for us now. It could weigh so heavily." Len began. "Everything about our lives and our families neither of us know about each other," she said ,"In any other time and place we would certainly be much more than friends." "We will be lovers with no history." He whispered. "I'm forsaking everything for this; my God!" she held his face in her hands. Hazel eyes were fixed on his even in the darkness filled with emotion,"I should feel ashamed and irresponsible but I don't! He doesn't hold me the way you do. He doesn't thrill me the way you are doing. I want this so much and I should hate myself. " She felt his hesitation and saw the look on his face. "Oh God, I hope I haven't ruined everything." Maggie's voice was concerned. She kissed him softly, "Just take me. Just take me and don't let me think." (The erotic descriptions of lovemaking between two hesitant impassioned lovers such as Len and Maggie might remain unspoken and here: unwritten. They are wrought with discovery and enacted with cares that bind two hearts together in physical, even spiritual, understanding. Yet these details pray for revelation. That they've bared their souls to one another we like greedy beggars should feed on their lovemaking and use it to our satisfaction. Maggie and Len have intruded upon our lives and for that: we shall not be denied. All must be expressed.) A woman is truly a sculptured piece of beauty. Their slopes, their curves their lines their glorious wonder is something put on this earth to be a garden of pure feminine discovery and he let his hands roam across her body content in Maggie's exquisite shapeliness. His hands found the hem of her tee and slid beneath; The sun's heat from her tan warm against his touch. Her found her shoulders again and drawing up his other he took them in both feeling their softness. He found the crease of her spine with thumbs and framed her sides running his hands to her lower back. Her legs stretched. She was so close and relaxed against him. Following his own hand , Len's arms went around her gently embracing then tracing up her arms to her hands. She found and held them squeezing. He took a hand to her shoulder then neck and brushed back the tangle of blonde curls from it to feel its warmth. She was so soft. Blonde curls lay like a storm across her pillow as he sensed the blend of her skin and the fragrance she wore. He placed his lips to it and gently kissed her neck to her ear. "Oh that's so nice." She whispered. There was no music, no television, no sounds in the darkness but the distant ones of the ocean outside the opened balcony door. Through its screen came the slight wisp of warm breezes outside. Then Maggie turned to him and with that movement her panties had disappeared. Even in the darkness she could feel his green eyes on her and came to him with her kiss. These were wonderful things intertwined with exploring tongues bringing moans of pleasure and building intensity. Their arms found and held each other tightly. She pressed herself close to him and reached for the waist of his sweats directing them off. The excitement she felt fondling him was inescapable. His hardness was thick and the softness enticed her with an engorged smoothness; warm and huge. She knew her own building desire of it and captured its fullness in both her hands to stimulate the length and heat of it wherever she touched. " Len, you are so....... different," she admitted, " we get used to one thing over and over. Am I so different to you?" She reached to strip off her top so they could finally be naked in each other's arms. Strangers in sex, he knew nothing of her wants, the ones she craved most in a lover's embrace. So slowly he put his lips to each soft space of her flesh and hoped these would lead to that which she desired best. Maggie's breasts felt so yielding in his hands. They were better saved for the sureity of his later intentions. Before deserting her eyes, Len rose to explain himself by taking her lips with his. He needed to know if this was what she found pleasure in for he, in all the universes of all the fairest sexes he ever had known, and they were indeed few and far between; finding himself in the cradle of her opened legs meant nothing less than the worship of all that was womanhood. He felt no resistance to that journey. Maggie pulled away covers leaving only a sheet billowing above. He was directing his mouth to parts of her body, the insides of her knees, her ribcage, her thighs interior, her belly, her waist and hips in ways that dissolved apprehension. She knew where he was heading and what he was about to do. Filled with the wonder of expectation she moved to position herself with each of his planted kisses until reclined to her back in pillowed comfort her legs were fully parted, opened, splayed wide in anticipation of each caressing kiss. She reached down to hold the arms that had locked beneath her thighs and stretched upwards to caress her torso. There entwined within this special embrace she felt his movements work the sheet from her breasts and watched his hands climb her body towards them. All he wanted in their whole existence together was for Aggie to feel pleasure in his arms. That it would be he giving her that pleasure was all that mattered. He made love to all that made her a woman adoringly. Kisses pressed to its every curve were replaced by tantalizing ones applied open mouthed. Everything about Maggie was different, new and exciting. He reveled in her fragrance and tantalized all the places that were hers alone. Proportions aroused by his kiss blossomed delicate wetness and this he tongued deliberately. He felt her hips adjust then begin to rise and fall imperceptibly as her hands reached for him. Maggie's legs opened wide presenting herself forward by the tilt of her buttocks. These he rushed to elevate quickly in his grasp seizing the opportunity to fill his hands with their fullness. Strong and firm her ass cheeks were so excitingly unfamiliar. Hips were luxurious in moving rhythmically to him. He strove to this labor with defining delight. In the whole world he needed to have her this way to her fullest completion. His tongue and mouth, lips and face moved adoringly against the her deliberate movements as Maggie gyrated herself wantonly opened to them. There had come a building anticipation Maggie could do nothing to stop. The bead of her clitoris was being manipulated and tongued. She felt his hands begin crawling upwards nearing her breasts which stood from her chest nipples waiting. Fingers inched warmly up their undersides. His tongue was circling laying its length quartering against its upper then underside swirling about her clitoris madly. She pressed herself into them. Small sucks relinquished to tonguing followed. These urged her hips onward. His fingers had almost reached her nipple. Her body was stiffening, arching. She grasped his forearms and still the tongue plied the splay of her womanhood in a sucking, licking crescendo. Her nipples as stiff as they'd ever been were being walked by fingertips. The length and breadth of her womanhood was possessed by his mouth. Locked in an embrace below allowed Maggie's knees to move. Her hips thrust and like a trigger: stimulation on the stiffened cones of her breast tips formed and reformed by manipulative fingers began to tumble her into orgasm. Maggie came hard. Its first spasm gushed through her surrounded clitoris, deep within her vagina combining with her tightened belly and manipulated breasts so from spine to legs to the very tips of her toes while being seized by deep powerful jolts of pleasure. He held her tightly feeling the clench of her legs and the pulse of her orgasm onto his opened mouth and tongue- lashed its straining bud incessantly as she bucked against his face. Unlike her body Maggie's verbal reaction was stifled in the explosion of release. He heard no more than a stifled cry, belabored breathing as obvious physical pleasure stretched through her arched body. In the darkness he watched her beautiful head of hair shift on the pillow and slowly rock side to side straining in gasps. To explain the loveliness of a woman's orgasm shared this way and what it did to him would be an impossibility. Len felt more than deep satisfaction; indeed he was fully aroused and throbbing with desire ready for her whenever this level of her pleasure subsided. Maggie's hips held themselves to him as her flood of release drained away. So Len remained still as their final pulse pressed onto his opened mouth. They lay this way unmoving for a minute until suddenly Maggie's body wanted more. Stunningly; with a few thrusting movements she had vaulted past anything preliminary into another frantic pace of arousal and was riding his face furiously again. Incredibly, and as fast as it had started, the release of another unbridled orgasm tumbled from her in spasms as if finalizing the power of her first. Len cradled her torso firmly below. All he understood was that he loved this. For Len, a woman in the throes of passion was a revelation, a glimpse into heaven itself as if somehow its secretive angels had enfolded him on fluttering beating wings, filling his ears with their joyous noise lifting themselves to ecstatic glory and he along with it. What he had prayed for came to fruition. With every passing minute Maggie, unbeknownst to her, was taking more and more of his heart away. He walked kisses slowly up her body then hesitated. Uncaring, she sought his mouth with hers drawing arms around him and moving to lie side by side. Maggie's eyes sparkled catching what little light there was. Pressed to him closely she shifted the throbbing shaft of him down to capture it between her thighs. There was a silence between them; a finality of unspoken words. His manhood lay warm and heavy pressing its length up against her. There came the moment each knew what would be offered to the other. Undiminished in size, it weighted against her and Maggie was moving to take him. Maggie's beautiful face was in his hands while she reached below. He was falling so deeply for her. "You don't need to love me." He whispered. How does one make love knowing no other than what they've known for fifteen years? A marriage bed finds familiar men and women falling together naturally until it becomes, time after time: an easy and convenient repetitious coupling that becomes ordinary with expected results almost timed to the minute. For them all was new. Side by side, Maggie drew her knee up his thigh tilting towards and reaching to handle him. She rolled atop his body and brought him against the swale of her womanhood leaning over his body as she did. Unprotected, as if two lifetime partners of some other needed such, her intimate bareness slowly moved to manhood like warm silk. Her curly blonde locks surrounded his face as lips came to his. She enabled his entry. Mouths opened and tongues mirrored the experience below. Athletic; her back was strong smoothed to a tight waist and Len held it guiding her onto him. This was the way summer love of youth was meant to be. Maggie's tan lines were distinct even in the darkness waiting for his touch. All the unbridled joy of summer love under the boardwalk, in the back of cars, on the beach wrapped tightly in a blanket enfolded as if the years had never passed. Her beauty moving above lowered itself onto the length of him in sweet delightful movement. His summer surfing-muscled chest was there for her hands allowing him to caress the newness of Maggie's offered breasts. Her hips began to rise and fall as she watched his green eyes then came to kiss his lips. The heaven of her rotating torso took the length and breadth of him for long delightful minutes. When Maggie sat up upon him again Len found the heaven above a wonderful distraction. Playful and tender, his hands had captured the fullness of her moving hips coupling to him. All was wet, warm and passionate movement initiated by her delightful posturing above. Maggie could no longer keep away and lowered herself to him finally stilling herself to absorb his involuntary thrusts. Len put his arms around her and held on. The bed rocked on its joints noisily. The control he had with her towering above him disappeared as Maggie's sighs reached his ears. She hardly made a sound but her expectant groans and the excitement she breathed into his ears increased his tempo. Maggie sensed his lack of control and reveled in the furious thrusting her positioning was bringing out in him. He rose up into her time and again, she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned and began whispering gentle adoring words calling for his release. There is a point of no return. A man cannot resist such intent insistence of womanhood for long. "Come for me baby," a delightful finish to his completion was arriving and she enhanced its urgency by whispering breathlessly, " come inside me." Len groaned aloud as his orgasm spurted hot jets of semen deep up inside her. "Oh, my God." She gasped, "Oh, Len. Oh baby, yes." They lay like this for long minutes until the insistent pulses of his completion had subsided and nothing was left but him fading inside her to the drench of lovemaking slipping from its womb to coat all that had been involved with its release. She was smiling! "You are so, so serious Len!" she laughed. "God, Maggie," he swore still dizzy from it as if all the stars and planets in the universe were winking blinking as pleasure seeped through his senses," It is so good." "My cute little surferboy,"she said still smiling and leaned her arms to his chest to take his face in her hands, "you wouldn't believe the look on your face. Ohh, Len, this was soooo nice. I loved it. ...but you better not dare spill your drink on my shoes!" "Jersey Girl!" he shook with laughter. Flaccid and slipping he felt himself falling from her. "Len!" she giggled rolling off his body, "Len! Oh for God's sake! Look at this mess!" They weren't about to get up for any reason. Maggie snuggled up to his side. Her arm came across his chest and she pressed herself against him softly. It had gotten cool so he pulled a sheet over them both. Her hand roamed his chest feeling his breathing. Len's hand cradling her head played absently in Maggie's hair. Both had fallen into a silence. "We are so new to each other." She whispered and kissed his cheek. In the darkness outside the balcony's screen door waves were distant sounds on the sand. The slightest breeze came into the room; warm as any summer night. The boardwalk had quieted. The night sky was filled with stars. Len lay awake staring at the faint view of the darkened ocean. Their clothing was strewn across chairs where discarded. Her shoes lay where she had kicked them off. How he wished this weren't just some hotel room; rather some stateroom on an ocean liner in the middle of the sea or some turret in a French castle. Yet this was the only place this could have happened for them. In Love with a Jersey Girl Maggie's breathing had slowed even and deep as she drifted off to sleep. "Do you know I think of you every day?" he whispered. Some people are clarified by their surroundings. The next morning Len found coffee and came into the room silently to see Maggie sitting by the window never looking more at one with a landscape than her presence in front of a sun rising over an azure ocean. It highlighted her outline beneath the thinnest of nightgowns. No one looked more right. The sun had rolled in reds oranges then yellows. The dawns light uplit white clouds. A ships silhouette stood off the coast. It was a Jersey shore morning made for her and Maggie sat looking over it majestically. Warm, Len stripped off his tee opting for his trusty sweatpants as his only covering. Earlier that same sun had poured into their Eighth floor room waking him. Immediately he knew he was in bed with Maggie and turned his head slowly. Lying still her eyes were wide open looking into his. Very carefully he put his arms around her waiting for a reaction. To be married and wake up in bed with someone other than your spouse defies explanation. The panic they both expected dissolved as soon as they touched and evaporated completely when they kissed. Cardboard cups, creamers and tear open sugars stirred with a plastic stick are poor excuses for breakfast. That didn't matter. He offered room service but the subject they were able to avoid became a precedent. They didn't have much time left together. They spoke of obligations. They talked of significant others. They tried to breach the unexplainable subject of themselves being together and failed. They sat and drank their coffee. There were mere hours left and Len began to feel his heart sink at the prospect of losing her. Minutes passed until he looked into her eyes and saw a strange new determination. "I don't want a stone to remain unturned Len. I don't want to think about this later and wish for something I wanted and didn't do. I want...I want to do something with you...." She trailed off. Her voice was soft yet troubled, " There is such a tenderness in you. The way you are with me. You make me want things I've never had before." Maggie began to stand bringing him to his feet with her. They embraced. She kissed him and moved him to the chair she had vacated. She leaned into him placing her hand on his bare chest and kissed him before kneeling purposefully between his legs. Maggie's attentions to him were loving, delightful things carrying all the depth of private intimacy sometimes kept forever after a secret. She closed with him gently in a loving consummation of this secreted desire. Bottoms escaped his waist urged off by her careful efforts. Hips brought to the chairs edge allowed the confrontation of his manhood to the loveliness of her face, her lips and her intentions. Soft manicured hands fondled him to arousal; her touch was a velvet caress. Gathered within her grasp there came the press of her lips kissing with unrepentant desire. More intensity could not have been directed to the solitary confinement of that one place she wanted to possess in ways she rarely had before with any man and she lovingly involved herself with his whole being. Her hazel eyes rarely left his unless they wanted to experience the arousal before her. If any two people could be completely absorbed by one event it was this. She watched his eyes as they melted. She felt his hands come to her face and felt them in her hair: tender loving and expressive. Encompassing him slowly, Maggie sensed within the expanse of thick warm flesh the very pulse and size of him brought aloft fully until it towered shimmered with her saliva. She closed her eyes moaning softly at the forbidden pleasure of loving him this way. Neither forceful nor demanding, this man was making her experience one she wanted to progress to its undetermined end. Her adoring him this way had become more than an act. She reached for his muscled chest. She felt his hands caress her. She watched his green eyes swim with the want of what she was doing. She recaptured him with building intensity and slowly created an adoring oral progression on his manhood that excited her as much it pleased him. She would continue without knowing what compulsion would be revealed at its end. If only he wanted. She would be the instrument of his completion if he asked. She neither slowed nor resisted the building response to what she applied to his throbbing erection. If it came she would take him. If he wanted she would finish him this way. This new determination caused Maggie to fellate him with complete abandon. Then, with the gentlest possible touch, Len reached for her hands to lift her from her diligence. She brought her face to his and kissed her passionately. "Come to bed with me." He said softly. Len brought Maggie to her feet, watched the nightgown shift off her shoulders and drop to the floor. She put her hands in his holding them tightly. "God, how I want you, " she whispered between kisses," take me however and as long as you want. Dear God I want you inside me." They stumbled embracing towards the bed. On her back Maggie lay open for him as if he were the only man she would ever have. Their copulation built minute by minute laced throughout by a desperate longing. Within the twine of an impossibly close embrace she wrapped her legs about him to meet the entry and withdrawal kissing him for as long as she could until she was groaning her love of it into his ear. Ever quickening thrusts, deep long and insistent, filled her in ways that ignited the inevitable. She was beginning to come. Breath came in short heaving gasps. She held him tightly to her as her orgasm seized her belly, possessed her spine and flooded her head to toe with shuddering pleasure. She shook: trembling. The splayed vessel of her womanhood clutched on what had entered with finality deep to her cervix stilled there inside and was flooding her insides with its hot spasms. The incoherencies spoken between them were the exclusive language shared by the most fulfilled of lovers. In spent collapse Len's weight pressed her to the sheets. For long minutes they lay this way while she felt his back and the musculature of his shoulders. When he found the strength to raise himself he found her beautiful eyes with his speaking in worlds of affection to him. She smiled slowly, her wonderful hazel eyes sparkled lovingly and Len fell, fell and fell. He was impossibly and deeply in love with her. "Maggie," he moved to her side. From a pillow her head tilted slowly towards him. She reached across to touch his arm. She was lovely: a beautiful angel. Her expression was sublime and content. "Maggie" He whispered. Her eyes were swimming with his. "Don't say it," she begged," dear sweet man...please don't say it." There was no time. Checkout had come, lunch was ignored and the two of them stood on the boardwalk in front of the eating place they abandoned without appetites. There could be no plan for them. Although Len hoped everything was changed; nothing had at all. Standing there on fifteenth and Boardwalk both of them began warming up for their lives by speaking of their families. The conversation included nothing after the time they met at the Music Pier until this moment as if their twenty four hours together never happened. Maggie needed to go. "Len," she looked at him eyes welled with tears. She put her arms around him in a way he would remember the rest of his life. He could feel the loss and heartbreak even as Maggie's head went to his chest, "We can never see each other again. You know that don't you?" Sure, he knew it. Len looked up at the sky and back to her taking her hand. She was the girl in the pictures again; friendly personable and unreachable. He tried to take in everything about this moment with Maggie standing there in the sunshine, the ocean breeze, the gulls, the sounds of the waves, this place and this goodbye with both of them in it. He told her how wonderful this had been, how he cared for her and how if somehow someway they could be with each other he would see her anyplace at any time she wanted regardless. It was funny how the internet provides you with everything, but the one thing you need more than anything can never be provided unless it's given to you. She didn't want his number and he didn't have hers. Len walked Maggie to her car. Before she got in to leave, there came an embrace that they both held for as long as they could. She kissed him goodbye and he watched her drive away. The boardwalk had suddenly changed. This wasn't his town anymore. He sat on one of the benches and tried to think of something to do and feel good about it, but he was a stranger here now. His Jersey girl, his Maggie, was probably pulling onto the Garden State Expressway going north and fielding cell phone calls from her friends, from her work, and the lucky man who married her. Len's cell vibrated in his pocket. He looked at it and swept it open to answer. "Hi babe," he said, "Yeah, OK, not bad. I'm going to stop for lunch first. I should be home in about two hours. OK , see you then.."