19 comments/ 26186 views/ 3 favorites It's Been a Long, Long Time By: Ronnie Wachuka From the author; A grateful thanks to Lady_Silver for again limiting my folly and to RedHairedandFriendly for her help and guidance. I also wish to thank warmhoney1 and Barbara. All of the aforementioned ladies answered my questions fully and honestly so that I could better understand the thoughts and feelings of the fair sex in matters of the heart. Any sins of omission or commission are mine 'cause I can't leave well enough alone. ------------------------------------- The Story God Dammit! Why'd he promise to be there? What purpose would it serve? In his hand he held the invitation he'd almost thrown in the fireplace until he'd gotten the phone call: "You are invited to attend the thirty year reunion of the Western High School Class of 1956 to be held at Western High School, Friday and Saturday 8 and 9 August, 1986. Your RSVP is requested." The phone call had come from his old buddy, Burl, who'd somehow found himself on the reunion committee. His old bud had always been a very persuasive character as witness the times the two of them had gotten in trouble over some hair-brained scheme Burl had suggested and he'd finally acquiesced to. Laying back in his recliner jumbled thoughts flashed through his mind; so chaotic and out of sequence he couldn't catch one and hang onto it. In disgust he tossed the invitation on the end table, downed his evening brandy, and setting the snifter on the table beside him rose to head upstairs to bed. Even there his mind was awash in distorted memories as he tossed and turned before falling into a troubled sleep. The alarm woke him at 10:00 the next morning as was his custom since retiring after twenty-six years in the Navy. His one promise to himself had been, no more getting up early to head to the ship. He'd spent too many years doing that and now he was finally free to give into his 'night owl' being; going to bed late and rising late. Groggily he peered into the bathroom mirror as he lathered his face. His facial features betrayed his Finnish origins with the high cheek bones and slight oriental tilt of the eyes typical of the race. The first thought on seeing his reflection was; damn you're getting old. Wrinkles were starting to form around his lips and his sea foam blue eyes. Looking at his grey and white beard he slowly trimmed around it with his razor. Finishing that task he again reached for the shaving cream to apply the foam over the top, sides, and back of his head as he prepared to shave it. He'd been shaving his head for over 25 years and had seen no reason to change that ritual when he'd retired. Besides Maddy, his late wife, had loved to run her fingers over his shaved head and plant soft kisses on his bald pate. After brushing his teeth he stepped into the bathtub to take his morning shower. The morning ablutions having been completed he dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist as he moved into the bedroom to dress. Standing in front of his mother's old full length mirror he stared at an old familiar figure; a man heading towards the fifty year mark with great rapidity, and beginning to show a slight paunch. He was short, being only 5'7" in height, but the muscles in his arms and legs were still firm and if it wasn't for that little roll of fat around his hips he'd look pretty much the same as he had as a youngster. He'd already decided that he didn't want to be bothered fixing breakfast so he locked up and climbed into his car, heading to his favorite restaurant. Gloria, the waitress on the morning shift, welcomed him with a warm friendly smile and seated him in his own personal seat where he could watch the customers come and go as he ate his usual fare; two eggs over easy, home fries, and sausage, along with the first of what would be a flood of black coffee by the end of the day. Breakfast over, he climbed back into his car to head to Western High School to register. Every fiber of his being wanted to turn the car around and head for home but he'd promised, and a promise made was a promise kept. Grimly, he sailored on towards his destination. Having registered and been duly pinned with a little white tag which had his name on it and class of 56 printed below, he headed towards the gym where the reunion would begin. Having picked up a cup of God awful punch he stood looking at his old class mates. Some he could recognize but most not a bit as they'd changed so much over the years that recognition was damn neigh impossible. He almost failed to hear the soft voice speak his name. "Jack, is it really you?" He didn't have to turn to recognize the voice. Every fiber of his being wanted nothing more then to turn and scream, "Fuck you whore bitch," and head for the nearest exit. Suppressing his feelings he turned to face that old familiar voice. She was totally surprised by his demeanor when he finally turned to face her. The thought quickly ran through her mind as she stared at his stone face and angry eyes, "could he still be that angry and hurt after all these years?" At that instant fate intervened as Jack felt an arm on his shoulder. "Hey buddy, I'm glad you were able to make it. We missed you." Turning his head slightly he found himself looking at his old 'trouble buddy,' Burl. God! It'd been a wonder they'd actually been allowed to graduate. The antics they'd gotten into were in the realm of school legend and they'd spent many hours in front of the principle's desk trying to lie their way out of being expelled. Shaking Burl's hand he again turned to face Beth only to find Burl's wife, Patty, with her arm around Beth's waist. After a few moments the four of them broke apart to move off in different directions. The rest of the afternoon was as dismal as the beginning had been. They all returned to the gym for the evening banquet. Walking around to the various tables to find out where he was supposed to sit he suddenly found himself next to Beth again. "Seems like we're to be seated together," she said with a wry smile. "God Damn, Burl did this deliberately. I'm going to have to bust his chops," flashed through Jack's angry mind. Quelling his anger and ever the gentleman, Jack held her chair for her and then seated himself. The evening's fare was the usual horrible reunion repast of over-cooked chicken, potatoes, and vegetables, with half-done biscuits, served with an unappealing dessert. Before the endless speeches of the class blow hards began Beth turned towards him and taking one of his hands in hers began to speak, "Jack, I didn't realize how angry and hurt you were and still are. I know you want to just get away from me and let it be, but I think we need to talk. Will you please give me the time and the courtesy to explain myself and my thoughtless actions to you?" Seeing no way out of what would be a fruitless and unsatisfactory session he reluctantly agreed to call her on Monday. The rest of the reunion had been just about as boring as he'd thought it would be. The sight of Beth talking to this group or dancing with this old class mate or that at Saturday night's dance began to work on his mind and doubts began to form. In the quiet of his house he began to analyze the feelings of hurt and anger that he'd carried like a badge of honor all these years. Were they misplaced? Were they long overdue to be thrown in the trash like an empty pipe tobacco pouch? Had he been fair to his wife carrying that anger around? It had to have affected his marriage and not in a good and wholesome way. The final twist to the knife of self doubt happened at church on Sunday when Rev. Foster delivered his homily on that particular Sunday. The whole theme was on forgiveness. Each sentence struck him like a gale force wind and he swore the minister was staring into his eyes and peering into his soul during a sermon that seemed to castigate him personally in a never ending symphony of accusation. Later, as the Summer sun began to disappear behind the tall Cedar trees to the West of the small cemetery behind Trinity Church, he found himself approaching a familiar headstone. Seating himself in front of it he packed his pipe and lit it as he gazed upon the marble memorial. There was his name and birth date; John F. Heikinen, born 1938. Next to it was the name and the dates of his beloved wife; Madeline Heikinen, born 1938, died 1984. On each side of the names was a single rose reaching towards the heavens in supplication. Slowly and in a tone so low as to be almost a whisper, he began to talk as he described his feelings and his need for forgiveness for the grief he'd caused her over the years by his unwillingness to let the past go. The sight of the memorial stone blurred as the tears ran down his cheeks and he felt rather then heard the words that could only have come from his beloved. "Leave all of the pain and anger here with me sweetheart and I'll take care to make sure that it doesn't touch you again. Please get on with your life now because I know there is a woman waiting for you so that you won't have to live your life in loneliness and sorrow any longer." For the first time since his wife's death he fell asleep with a peaceful heart in the calm relaxed atmosphere surrounding the bedroom as if Maddy was standing watch. Following Monday morning's breakfast, Jack found himself dialing the phone number Beth had given him Friday evening at the reunion. After a short conversation with Beth, they'd agreed to meet, eat, and talk on neutral ground at a restaurant they'd enjoyed in their youth. To ensure privacy, he'd called to make reservations for an out of the way table so prying ears wouldn't overhear their conversation. Arriving a few moments early Jack stood outside and lit his pipe for a last smoke before dinner. He was shortly joined by Beth. Cleaning the dottle from his pipe he held the door open and followed her inside. Once seated they looked over the menu in a silence which continued until the meal had been served and the waiter had retired. During the meal the conversation was confined to catching up on the events of the past. She went first. "Right after high school I married Walt. We had two kids, a boy, Wayne, and a girl, Sue. For some reason Walt felt a need to join the Marine Corps. On his second tour of duty in 'Nam he was killed during the Tet offensive in 1968. He was a Sgt. at the time in charge of some mortar unit. He must have done something out of the ordinary as he was awarded the Silver Star posthumously. " Her words surprised him. He'd heard Walt had been killed in 'Nam but that was all. Walt's stature suddenly took a huge rise in his estimation of the man. She continued on, "Wayne has followed in his father's footsteps. He is a Sgt. Major in the Corps and thinking about retiring. Sue is married to a wonderful man and a mother of three; two boys and a girl, so now I'm an old granny." The last was said with a proud smile. Now it was Jack's turn. "After graduation I joined the Navy. They sent me to Fire Control School after boot camp. I married Maddy in 1960. I have two kids, Sam and Mary Sue. I retired in 1982 and Maddy died from cancer in 1984." The last brought a compassionate touch of his hand by Beth. "My parents died in 1985 in a car accident, so I returned here as they left the house to me in their will. I brought Maddy's ashes here and had her reburied in the Trinity Cemetery." This last brought another squeeze of his hand. By this time they had finished with dessert so they were able to exchange photos of their respective families. Jack was at last able to view the man he'd always thought of as an interloper and usurper. That thought was finally laid to rest as he saw a man wearing his Marine dress uniform with Beth and their children. What he beheld convinced him that they were a truly loving family. For her part Beth was also looking at a picture of a loving family. He was dressed in the uniform of a Master Chief Petty Officer who held a beautiful woman whom she'd never met. Their children were tightly embraced by the couple in a manner that suggested their love was in equal measure to hers and Walt's. She knew the time had arrived. "Jack . ." Before she could utter another word, he squeezed her hand and placed a finger to her lips. "Don't say anything Beth. For many years I've carried a load of hurt and anger, but it's over. I know you want me to forgive and forget. There's nothing to forgive, the past is over and done with." She looked intensely at his face and into his eyes. It was amazing. The hurt, anger, and pain were gone. What she saw was a man at peace with himself. She had no idea what'd happened to change things but she found herself smiling in relief. She knew she dared not ask but thought that if the renewal of their relationship continued she'd learn someday. Leaning over the table she clasped his two hands with hers. Speaking in a soft warm tone she asked, "Jack, Could I make dinner for you tomorrow? It's been years and I think we both need to catch up some more." After Jack paid the bill he escorted her to her car. Just before she sat down in the seat, she gently caressed his cheek, and then softly kissed it while thanking him for the evening. That night was a very strange night for Jack. As he started to drift off into a contented sleep he found himself in a state of arousal. The picture in his mind's eye was not Maddy, but a young teenage Beth with the perfect body and perky breasts. He felt his penis becoming erect in a way it hadn't in several years. He wasn't able to shake the picture of the young Beth he'd known and loved from his mind. He slowly began to stroke his penis as he remembered the feeling of her soft skin under his hands. No, they'd never gone all the way (as the phrase was back then), But she had given him a hand job or two and he'd sucked her nipples as he pushed a finger in and out of her pussy. The remembrance roused him to a greater level as he stroked his penis with more emphasis while he recalled those nights at the drive in movies and lover's lane. The familiar pulsing in his hardened penis told him it wouldn't be long now as he speeded up his efforts. Suddenly his release was upon him as his body stiffened and his ejaculation began. Spurt after spurt erupted from his slit to fill the handkerchief he'd placed next to him. He was finally able to fall into a deep peaceful sleep free of sexual tension. Beth also experienced a very strange night. As she drove home the scent of Jack, the smell of his pipe, and the feeling of his cheek where she'd kissed him began to awaken her own desires. Trying to shift the picture to Walt proved fruitless. As she climbed into bed she was astounded to find her panties were damp and she was horny. Sliding her panties off she began to push a finger in and out of her wet pussy as her thumb slowly rubbed across the top of her now erect clit. Her other hand was busy squeezing her breasts and pulling on her stiff nipples. Slowly her body climbed an old familiar hill as she reacted to her feelings. One finger in her pussy wasn't enough. Two would be better. As the second finger began its magic she wondered what it would be like to have Jack's penis sliding in and out of her pussy. That thought took her to the next stage of arousal and her hands became increasingly busy as she brought herself to the top of the hill. She was there. The next few strokes drove her over the edge as she happily threw herself into the abyss of a most enjoyable orgasm. As her body came down from its journey of lust she found herself drowsily and contentedly falling into a peaceful sleep. Her last thought was how much better it would be if she could cuddle up against Jack as they drifted off to sleep together. The next morning found the two of them in a wary and apprehensive mood. Their thoughts were the same; was last night just an itch to scratch? Were they rushing into things too soon? Would Jack (Beth) think they were being forward? Could it possibly work out? Many questions but no concrete answers. They each privately promised to give it their best shot. Jack even went to the trouble of visiting his local liquor store to gather up a fine red and white wine. He had no idea what Beth was preparing but he wanted to be ready for any eventuality. He also bought a great brandy to sip following the meal. Returning home he soon found himself washing and waxing his car in preparation for the evening. They weren't supposed to be going anywhere but the sailor in him said to be prepared. Besides, what would Beth think if he parked a filthy car in her driveway? Beth flew about the house cleaning up and making her own preparations. She'd made an appointment at the hair dressers and also made sure her favorite outfit was clean and ready to wear. At 4:30 everything was done that could be done and she headed to the bathroom for a calming soak and cleanup. A half hour of lying in her lavender scented bath water made her feel like a new woman. Emerging, she stood in front of her mirror as she Patted herself dry. What she saw in the mirror made her frown. Her breasts had begun their inevitable descent towards the floor. Her butt looked like twin balloons and her thighs were ones a Holstein cow would envy. She even stuck her tongue out as she looked at her face and the extra chin she was sporting. Coupled with her wrinkles and graying hair she saw nothing that would please Jack. Sighing, she began to dress and cover up her imperfections. At 6:30 Jack made his way up the steps to the door of her small bungalow and rang the bell. When Beth opened the door she felt her legs buckle at the sight before her. Jack was standing there with a bouquet of thornless red roses. In his other hand he had a paper bag. He was sporting a pair of black trousers, with a white short-sleeved Polo Barong shirt just like one of those Walt had brought back from the Philippines. On his head was a white Panama straw hat. His shoes glistened like a mirror, and my God, he looked handsome. She threw the screen door open for him and stepped back as he entered her living room. After Jack entered he took a few seconds to let his eyes adjust to the room. He extended his arm to present her with the roses and for the first time really looked at her without the blinders and the haze of his anger and hurt to distort the view. The sight before him was much better then his thought of a young Beth last night. Here was a mature woman of about 5'5" in height. Her hips were a little wider as befits a mature woman and if she turned around and walked away from him he'd guess the sway of her hips and butt would drive him wild. She was wearing a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, with the hem ending just above her knees. Looking at her stockings and her black pumps he'd bet the farm they were thigh highs or else held in place with a garter belt and were not panty hose. That met with his approval as Maddy had also hated panty hose. Her bodice was cut just low enough to expose a truly impressive cleavage which was accentuated by a jade green necklace which rested just at the top of her cleavage. Her face was framed by her blond hair with gray streaks here and there which only added to her beauty. He loved the tiny little extra chin she sported and her green eyes were complimented by the jade green earrings dangling from her ears. He couldn't help himself. With a low whisper he managed to gasp; "my God you are the loveliest woman I've seen in years." His comment brought a blush and curtsey as she managed to eek out a "Thank you kind sir." As he handed her the roses he could at last inhale the scent she was wearing. He would know that scent anywhere. It had also been his wife's favorite; Chloe', A scent which had got his complete undivided attention anytime she'd worn it. It's Been a Long, Long Time Beth asked if he wanted a drink as supper wouldn't be ready for about a half hour. 'What do you have?" was his reply. "I thought perhaps a Gin or Vodka Tonic would go well," she responded. "Vodka, I think," as he handed her the bag of wine and brandy. As she disappeared into the kitchen to cool the wine and make the drinks he heard the sound of music begin. The songs were the romantic songs of their youth. This brought a grin to his lips and a delighted thought to his mind; good girl, we're on the same page. Dinner was an epicurean delight with a crisp Caesar salad, a superb roast beef, steamed vegetables, and home made biscuits, all accompanied by the fine Pinot Noir Jack had brought with him. The meal was accompanied by the soft strains of music from Beth's tape deck and light conversation as the two of them talked about their families. Following cleanup they moved into the living room for dessert, and an after dinner brandy. When Beth got up to refresh the brandy the music changed to a song that flooded the two of them with memories. Setting the brandy and an ash tray down she took Jack's hands to pull him off the sofa to dance with her. As his arms circled her waist she returned the move by placing her arms around him. The years seemed to fall away, and they were again two young teenagers dancing the night away. Jack could feel his penis beginning to stiffen as she pressed against him. The smell of her and the scent of her perfume only served to further his response. Matters weren't helped by her pressing even tighter against him. Her breasts were pressed tightly into his chest and her by now erect nipples seemed to drill holes into his body. As the song ended Jack lifted her chin and softly pressed his lips to hers for the first time in many, many years. She wasn't shy about returning the kiss. An awareness that things might be moving too fast hit them both at the same instant. Moving back to the sofa Beth drew her legs under her and leaned her body against his as they silently reflected on the dance, the kiss, and their reactions. She slowly turned towards him and placed her small hand against his mouth, as she began to talk in a soft low tone; "Jack, last night you told me there was nothing to explain . ." As he tried to cut her off she pressed her hand tighter against his lips and continued on, "I met Walt just before our Senior year began. He was a Freshman at Western U. Like any foolish teenage girl I was enthralled that a college student would be interested in me. I was ashamed of the fact that I was going behind your back and not being honest about my actions. It wasn't too long after we met that I realized that I was falling in love with him and that I was cheating on you. It all blew up when I turned you down as my escort for the prom and I showed up with Walt." Her body shuddered in agony as she continued on; "I've never seen such anger in my life as I watched you storm out of the gym that night and it was all due to my treachery and double dealing. My shame over the years made me want to try to rectify my stupidity, but the same shame prevented me from even making the attempt." As a tear rolled down her cheek she concluded her thoughts; "I'd heard from Patty that you'd be at the reunion and the time had finally arrived when I could make my apologies. I was stopped by the expression on your face when we met Friday. I tried at the dinner but I knew it would be useless, yet I was puzzled at the dance Saturday the way you watched me all evening." with a smug curl of her lips she looked up at him and finished her thoughts; "you didn't know that I knew you were looking did you? What caused the change over the weekend? I've been puzzling over it the whole time." Trying to gather his thoughts Jack pulled her hand away from his lips and began to attempt an explanation of all that had occurred. "When you dumped me for Walt without even an explanation I really lost it. At the prom watching you dance with a stranger it all blew up." He felt her body shake as he continued on; "I thought I'd buried it over the years but I know that it would surface once in awhile to the detriment of my wife and family." He felt her body shudder again as he tried to explain himself; "I thought I'd finally laid that ghost to rest until I got the reunion invitation and it all resurfaced." He softly laid his fingers against her cheek as he tried to make her understand; "My thoughts were mush for several days. When you, Patty, and Burl moved off that Friday afternoon I began to understand that I needed to put it behind me but it was like an old sweater. It was comfortable and I wasn't ready to throw it out. Saturday night I began to understand that I had to throw it out as I watched you dancing." Stroking her damp cheek he told her about his epiphany Sunday at church; "When the padre began his sermon he was looking at me as he talked about forgiveness. The whole sermon was directed at me and it seemed like his eyes were constantly on me." Turning her slightly so he could watch her reaction, he explained all that happened at the grave site Sunday evening. By the time he'd repeated the words that he'd felt to be coming from Maddy the two of them were both unashamedly crying. It was over! After thirty years the dragon was finally slain. Realizing that anything further would be anti-climatic they rose to say their goodnights. Standing in the doorway Jack hugged her to him and softly pressed his lips to hers. The feeling that the kiss was perfect, was mutual, and that it probably deserved another one. The kiss was promptly received and answered. Knowing that this was now the proper time to make his exit, he stepped back and extended an invitation for dinner Friday night at his place, which she quickly accepted before pulling him to her for a final goodnight kiss. Anyone watching them the next several days would have scratched their head in bewilderment as they both appeared to be walking about in a fog with a strange smile on their lips. Each night they spent hours on the phone talking about this and that. When the doorbell rang Friday, Jack rushed to answer in eager anticipation, but the sight before him exceeded his wildest expectations; Beth had a demure smile on her lips. Her face was framed by her hair. Her dress was similar to the cocktail dress she'd worn on Tuesday but this one was a deep gold. Her stockings and pumps were black as were the onyx earrings and necklace gracing her ears and neck. In one arm was a bag which he supposed carried the evening's libations and in her left was a bouquet of yellow thornless roses. Opening the screen door he removed the bag and roses from her hands. Stepping back, she moved past him into his living room with a sway of her hips that looked most promising. Setting the bag on the table next to the door he smelled the roses and laying them next to the bag he gathered her into his arms. Welcoming kisses were slowly given and received. Finally releasing each other he picked up the bag and roses to take care them. Over his shoulder he asked her take a seat and queried her as to her drink of choice. Shortly he returned with a tray containing their drinks and a vase with the roses gracefully nestled in it. He found her wandering about the room looking at the pictures of him and his family over the years. The two that seemed to attract her attention the most were of him and Maddy on their wedding day. It had been a military wedding with him in his Navy dress blues with the chevron of a 2nd Class Fire Controlman and a red hash mark denoting four years of service sewn at an angle below it. Maddy was beautiful in her white wedding dress, her veil thrown back, and her floral bouquet nestled in her arm. The second was taken just before their son, Sam, headed for college. It was a larger version of the photo Jack had shown her last Monday. To Beth he looked magnificent in his Navy Chief's uniform, sporting the gold crow of a Master Chief Fire Controlman, with five gold hash marks on his arm (the gold denoted twenty years of undetected crime he always laughingly remarked). On his left breast were several rows of ribbons. Maddy had gotten even prettier over the years; Her dark auburn hair had just started to gray a little but it framed her face and complimented her deep blue eyes. A line or two were beginning to show but somehow they too accentuated her lovely features. The smile on her face showed her to be a woman in love and fully content with her lot in life. A shiver suddenly ran through Beth as a thought flashed through her mind; did Maddy have any premonition of what the future held for her? Shaking the thought off she turned to Jack, accepted the proffered drink, and raised it in salute before sipping from the glass. By the time the drinks were finished it was time to eat. Seating Beth at the table, he wheeled the meal in on a serving cart, and what a meal Jack had prepared; pork loin roast with an orange marmalade and soy sauce marinade, German potato salad, Bavarian red cabbage, and dark Rye bread. The wine of the evening was a truly fine White Zinfandel courtesy of Beth. Following the meal they adjourned to the living room for desert. Jack had decided to set out a platter of chilled fruit to nosh on as they sipped the brandy. The tape deck had been playing their favorite romantic music of the 40's and 50's during and after dinner. When the music changed to a particularly memorable song He asked her to dance with him. They joined together in a slow waltz with his arms around her waist and hers around his. Slowly and in perfect sync they moved to the strains of the song. As the music progressed she pressed herself tighter to him and buried her head against his chest. The music had set the desired mood to the evening. As they danced her hips pressed into him causing his penis to gain control of his thought process and begin to rise in search of something warm and snuggly. She began to feel a warm sticky spot on her panties and her nipples to rise and harden. Needing more, they each pulled the other closer until their bodies were so tightly joined that dancing was all but neigh impossible. Reaching lower on her back he grasped her butt cheeks pulling them tightly towards him as their lower bodies began to grind against the other in an old familiar pattern. Raising her head her lips began to search for his which had been busy kissing and nibbling on her neck. When their lips met electricity flowed. All pretense of dancing was now forgotten. All that mattered were their lips and hands touching and bringing pleasure to their partner. Jack wanted nothing more then to rip her cloths off and attack her but he restrained himself because he wanted more for the two of them. As he pulled his lips away she gave out a disappointed moan. Slowly he reached over to pick up the empty brandy snifters and the bottle as he carefully guided her to the stairs leading to his bedroom, stopping every step or two to again join their lips in a blissful kiss. If the trip up the stairs had been a race between the tortoise and the hare with the loving couple taking the hares part, the tortoise would have won in a runaway. It takes a long time to mount a flight of stairs when you have to stop on every step to join your lips in yet another long smoldering kiss. By the time they arrived at the bedroom door his penis was so hard and pressing so tightly against his tented trousers he was afraid if it got any harder he'd rip the zipper open from the strain. She wasn't in any better shape. Her panties were so wet her juices were beginning to leak down her thighs into her nylons, her nipples so hard that it was almost painful as they rubbed against her bra, and long forgotten moans of arousal were escaping from her lips. He momentarily left her side to set the brandy and snifters on the nightstand. When he turned around he saw a sight he'd seen once in awhile with Maddy; a woman so aroused she was heading towards him with arms outstretched, a look on her face that said that she was about to accost him, and that she was taking no prisoners. Jack had been down this road and knew how to handle it. Before she was able to get to him and start ripping his cloths off, he encircled her body and arms with his as he began to rain kisses and nibbles on her neck and shoulders. All the time he was unzipping her dress. She never did figure out exactly how Jack was able to pull her dress down and remove her shoes at the same time without once lifting his lips from her body. She was also not able to explain how he removed her bra and panties at the same time. Just where in the hell did all those hands come from, and how can any man kiss and nibble like he did the whole time it was happening? She now stood before him clad only in her nylons and garter belt and he was where he wanted to be; kneeling before her with his his lips in direct alignment with her pussy. Leaving her arms free he reached around to clutch her butt cheeks and pull her wet pussy to his eagerly waiting lips. As his tongue found its mark she spread he legs to give him greater access to her hot open pussy while his hands pulled her tighter to him. Her chance had arrived; her arms were free. His shirt came off in one rip with buttons flying all over the room. His skivvy shirt was another matter. Smirking in victory he released one arm at a time so she could pull it off. A new thought struck her for just an instant; How the hell do I get his pants off if he stays down there? When his hands began to squeeze her breasts and his fingers to pull and twist her nipples she suddenly didn't care. Her moans were now turning to screams as she spread her legs and grabbed the back of his head to get his tongue more deeply inside her. It was almost as if she was trying to pull his head completely into her love canal. Of course the continual thrust of her hips helped to pull him deeper into her pussy. Feeling her thighs and her hands starting to quiver he knew she was heading towards her release. This caused him to squeeze her breasts harder and to twist her nipples even more as he attacked her pussy with his tongue and lips in a renewed effort to bring her to an orgasm. It was over. Her body stiffened and he could feel her pussy muscles trying to capture his tongue as her body froze in a sweet climax. As she began to return to earth he released her breasts and softly kissed her stomach because he knew that every nerve in her body was now super sensitive. When she'd calmed down a little bit she softly stroked his head and was finally able to gasp out, "God dammit sailor, where'd you learn those tricks. I've never ever cum that quickly before." Her thighs and arms still felt like quivering bowls of jello, but she was finally able to get him to his feet so she could get him stripped for the next round. Having removed his shoes, socks, trousers, and skivvy shorts, she found herself looking at his now semi-erect penis. Cradling the soft warm flesh in her hand she moved her face to capture it in her mouth, but he gently pushed her face away as he explained to her, "Honey, do that and it's all over. I'm so horny I'll explode instantly and I'm no teenager. It takes awhile to get my engines back on line again." As she moved onto the bed he filled the snifters with brandy. When he joined her she placed a pillow under his head before taking her snifter in hand. Moving up to cuddle against him she sipped her brandy and carefully placed it on his chest. Stroking his chest with her fingertips she asked the question uppermost in both their minds, "honey, are we moving too fast?" Softly massaging her hair and thinking about it he responded, "dammed if I know. I do know that I feel at peace, complete peace, for the first time in a whole lot of years. I'm not angry with you or Walter, and I want to know where this takes us. Is it wrong somehow?" After a few moments of silence she took a sip of her brandy and made her response. "Sweetheart, I went with Walter for the wrong reasons. I married him for the right ones. It hurt you and I've made my apologies, but think about it: what would life have been for you without Maddy? I've seen the pictures honey and she worshipped the ground you walked on, I can tell. You have a loving family even as I do. We were too young and the odds would have been against us. When you told me about your talk with her the hairs stood up on the back of my neck." Leaning over him she placed a soft kiss on his cheek as she stroked his bald head; God! No wonder Maddy loved his bald head. It's like stroking a baby's butt, she thought. "Maddy told you there was a woman waiting for you, and I think I'm that woman if we take it slow and don't burn ourselves out." The soft stroking of her fingers were so pleasant he found his mind beginning to wander to more pleasant pastures. Shaking his head slightly to concentrate his thoughts, he quizzically asked, "how do we do that or not do that as the case may be?" After a few seconds of thought she replied, " by basically doing the things we did as teens." Noting his apprehension she added, "except the sex will be greater." To reinforce the thought she softly planted a kiss on his lips even as she stroked his beard. In wonderment she thought; my God! His beard is so soft it's like baby's hair. Maddy, bless you wherever you are. As soon as Jack sipped the last of his brandy she removed the snifter from his hand and rolling over placed the pair of them on the nightstand on her side of the bed. Rising to her knees she knee-walked back to Jack and placed herself between his legs. Leaning forward until her pendulous breasts were comfortably pressed against his thighs. She looked directly into his eyes and murmured, "we have some unfinished business. This sailor's friend is asleep and it's time for reveille." With that she opened her lips and totally engulfed his flaccid penis until her lips were touching his scrotum. The sudden warm feeling of her lips and mouth surrounding his penis certainly caused it to react as it began to wake up and stretch. She slid her lips up and down his penis while her tongue left trails of delight in it's wake. Each touch and movement of her mouth and body made him harden a little more. The rubbing of her erect nipples pressing into his thighs and her fingernails softly stroking his balls made little paths of pleasure erupt in his mind which soon paid dividends; he was very quickly as hard and erect as a bar of steel. Satisfied with her efforts, she straightened up as Jack tried to turn her over. Pushing him back into the pillow she clambered up his body. When she was astride of him she wrapped his penis in her hand and pulled it into her still wet pussy. Without a pause she plunged it all the way to its roots deep inside her. "This trip is on me; rather it's on you," she giggled. With that she pulled her hips back until only the head was engulfed. She quickly reversed direction and snapping her hips buried him completely once again. Up jumped the Devil! Jack's big head was largely comatose and his brain was now being driven by his little one. Without thought he shouted, "God Damn your pussies tight; just like it's been re-gunned." The instant the words were out of his mouth he looked at Beth to see her face freeze in total shock, ignorance, surprise, and stupefaction, his mind exploded with a single thought. "What the fuck, over." Sighing he knew he was going to have to explain it to Beth just as he'd had to explain it to Maddy many years ago . . . . . . . The doctor had just given Maddy and Jack permission to resume full normal sexual relations after the birth of Mary Sue. That night as he was finally able to slide his penis into her delectable pussy she apologized for it's being so loose. It's Been a Long, Long Time That was the night that that devil first jumped up. . . Without thought (little head in control?) he blurted out, "sweetheart, we'll send your pussy back to Louisville and get it re-gunned." The look on Maddy's face was the same look he was seeing on Beth's in the here and now. Cursing himself for his weird sense of humor, he now explained it to Beth, much as he'd explained it to Maddy. Every modern gun barrel will eventually be worn out if enough projectiles are fired through it. At that point the barrel is removed and another one is installed. The old barrel is sent to a re-work facility such as the one in Louisville, Ky., where the worn out inner liner is removed and a new one installed. After that it is sent back out to the fleet to be re-installed in another ship whose barrels have been worn out. The process is referred to as re-gunning. In a few weeks Maddy's vaginal muscles had returned to normal. Unbeknown to Jack, a couple of weeks of Kegel exercises had greatly helped. As they made love one night Maddy crawled up on top. Just as Jack was about to explode in ecstasy, Maddy pulled half-way off and clamped down around Jack's penis. The more he tried to move the harder Maddy clamped him tightly in place. He was virtually a prisoner. Looking down at him Maddy's face broke into the most evil leer he'd ever seen as she gleefully asked, "is this re-gunned pussy good enough for you sailor?" After explaining it to Beth her face changed expression. He was seeing the same look that he'd observed on Maddy's so many years ago. Two thoughts quickly flashed through his mind; (1) Are Maddy and Beth in secret communication? (2) As the well known New York Yankee coach and philosopher. Yogi Berra, once said, "it's de ja vu all over again. Jack looked at her face and there was no doubt in his military mind that history was about to repeat itself. With an evil leer Beth snapped her pussy hard down against Jack's pubic bone and buried him to the hilt inside her. True to his worst fears her muscles clamped him tightly inside her. He was again powerless to move. His one thought was that at least she'd let him get deep inside her. For all the good it did! Actually there was method in her madness. With him buried so deeply within her the base of his shaft was pressing against her clit. As she moved back and forth delightful sensations began to stir within her. She suddenly knew that she had another orgasm building up. Releasing his penis she leaned over and pushed a stiff nipple and as much of a pendulous breast into his mouth as she was able to with an admonition to bite, pull, twist, or do whatever jerked his chain, as her hand went behind his head to pull it tightly to her. Jack was at last able to play with his second favorite part of a woman's body. Damn he loved to chew on stiff nipples and suck on them as if he was nursing. He also loved to squeeze the soft flesh of her breasts and feel its warmth and velvety texture in his hand. It was such a glorious feeling when she pulled his head up to stuff more of that wonderful flesh into his eager mouth. He got the reaction he expected when he pushed her breasts together and sucked both nipples into his mouth and began to chew on them He swore the increased movement of her pussy on his penis and the delightful feel of her breast flesh was making his penis harder and longer then it had ever been before because when she bottomed out he could feel the head bumping into her cervix. By now her hips were driving up and down, in and out, and back and forth, like a jack hammer gone mad as her body built towards a great climax. She finally felt his penis expanding as his balls released his cum and the muscles moved it up to the head of his penis to be expelled and drench her cervix with his juices. His orgasm triggered hers and they both came. The intensity of his was greater but hers was just as satisfying. As he came he yelled in a complete climax as he tried to jam himself deeper into her and his hands clenched her breasts in their viselike grip. Her shuddering body told him that she'd also found her own sweet release. Leaning over him her breasts pushed into his chest as she laid her head into the hollow of his shoulder and softly kissed his neck, while softly whispering, "thank you." When he tried to roll over she pushed him tightly within her while whispering a firm no. She didn't want to lose the feeling of him filling her contented pussy. That night after many years she finally got one of her fondest wishes; the feeling of a penis pressed against her buttocks, a warm male chest against her back, a hand nestled between her breasts cupping the uppermost one, and the soft expulsion of breath against the back of her head as they both wearily drifted into a deep contented sleep. The next morning Jack woke to find himself alone in bed. From the scent of her perfume and smell of sex he knew last night had been no dream. Rising, he searched the bathroom and the rest of the upstairs to no avail. His ears caught the sound of a door opening downstairs so he headed that way to investigate. As he descended the staircase he saw Beth entering the house. At the bottom of the stairs he stopped to watch her. She was wearing one of his old beach robes and in her hand was a small traveler's suitcase. God! she looked so good. Up jumped the devil, again! Without thought he smirked, and said "I see your quite the vixen." She closed the door, set the suitcase down, and threw the robe on the floor. She was completely naked. As she walked towards him her hips swayed in a most wanton way. She lifted both of her breasts in her hands with her nipples pointing directly at him. With a leer she said, "sweetmeat I am only your vixen and don't you ever forget it." After another step she uttered the phrase that brought it all into perspective. "From now on the only projectile that'll be loaded into this re-gunned pussy is yours." As she moved closer she concluded her remarks with a smirk; "sailor, it's about time to lock and load." He blanched as he turned his face to the heavens while she spun him around to climb back up to the bedroom and grabbed him by his penis to pull him along (he'd forgot he was naked). The only thing he could think of was a plea; lifting his eyes to heaven he wailed out, "sweet Jesus, where ever you are, we've gotta talk. ." Epilogue: They dated for six months as per their agreement, spending their dates at the beach, the museum, and various symphonies and plays. They lived in their own homes although they spent many happy hours romping in his since he had a king sized bed. Their friendship and familiarity turned to a romantic attachment so warm and loving that they both finally had to admit that they were both truly and deeply in love. After six months he popped the question and she acquiesced. For the next six months they very carefully planned their future; she sold the accounting firm she'd worked in after Walt died and she'd received from her father after his death. The money was invested in a retirement account. She sold her house and the money was used to purchase a big travel home so they could visit their kids and spoil their grand kids. In what would soon be their home, Walt's picture, flag, and medal were on prominent display next to the fireplace. They mixed and matched their furniture to truly make it "their" home. On the appointed day and at the appointed hour they stood at the Altar rail in Trinity Church to be united in matrimony by Rev. Foster. All of the kids and grand kids were there to support the couple. Burl Fry was best man and Patty Fry acted as the matron of honor. Those two spent most of the ceremony smirking and winking at each other because they had been instrumental in correcting a problem that had occurred a long, long time ago. The end All comments are gratefully accepted Ronnie Wachuka Sign me a Horny 'ol Sailor 30-