6 comments/ 4089 views/ 3 favorites Lydia's Dream Ch. 05-06 By: memorable_event Please read the previous chapters before this one. There is a very important message before Chapter 1. Chapter 5 Our bodies said it all. Pam saw me stir and cooed, "Good morning Mr. Wood." She reached for my erection. "Very funny." "You mean you're not Mr. Morning Wood?" "Pam, I've got to go. Can you give me a moment?" I almost ran to the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom, I saw Pam looking out the window at the sunrise. I walked to her and lifted her into my arms like a baby. She squealed with excitement and wrapped her arms around my neck. With one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back, I carried her to bed. As I gently laid her down, she smiled and held her arms out to embrace me. The room was very cool and I pulled the sheet and quilt over her. I slipped under the covers and we hugged and kissed. Pam's eyes showed the mischievous excitement I would see many times in the future. She whispered, "I feel special." "You are special."
Just then her foot touched my leg. "Jeezz girl, those feet are like ice." She whined, "I'm sorry." "Let me warm them for you. Turn your back to me and bend your knees so I can hold your feet." I slid down so they could be flat on my stomach, which is always one of the warmest parts of my body. Holding them against me, I massaged the tops with my warm hands. She relaxed as I slowly rubbed and cuddled her feet and ran my fingers over and between her toes. "That feels amazing. Can you do this for me every day?" "If they're this cold, I will." In a few minutes, her feet were almost back to normal temperature and Pam turned to face me. She quietly whispered, "I really, really need you." "Now?" "Yes, I need you now." I crawled under the covers and moved between her legs. Since Pam remained covered by the sheet and quilt, she couldn't see anything I did. She could only feel the touches and experience the sensations as I tended to her body. She bent her knees toward her chest. I supported her legs with her feet on my shoulders and slowly spread them open. It was so dark in the room and under the covers I couldn't see what I was doing. Her moaning and fidgeting were non-stop. I knew she was ready. I focused everything on her pleasure. She was quivering and breathing erratically with short gasps when I began my special finger technique. As her excitement built, she grabbed at my hair and pulled like she was trying to force my head into her. Pam moaned loudly. The spasms hit her like a truck. She bucked, twisted and whimpered trying to get away from me. Her body twitched and bounced as she tried to close her legs and roll away. I held on. She screamed and water erupted from her as tingling heat singed every nerve in her body. As soon as my relief came, I threw off the covers and ran for a bath towel while Pam tried to catch her breath. As I flung open the bedroom door, Jerri was standing there with her hand in her panties and an excited look on her face. Of course, I was naked so I brushed right on by and ran to the bathroom as Jerri ran down the hall the other way to her bedroom. When I returned, Pam was struggling to untangle herself from the sheet and blanket. I "helped" by throwing the covers over her head and began trying to sop up the fluids. After a moment, she was able to crawl out from the covers once again and I got my first good look at her face. She was flushed bright pink and covered with perspiration. Her hair was matted and tears were rolling down her face. "What's wrong sweetheart?" She struggled but finally whispered, "Not a thing." "Why are you crying?" "I cry when I'm happy." "So I did alright?" "I don't have the words to describe it. What were you doing to me?" "It's a secret. Can you get up? I need to pull off the sheet and pad now."
She struggled out of bed and stood naked as I removed all the bed linens. It took a while to get the two sheets and pad off. The sheets were really tangled with the quilt. Pam still looked dazed. Someone knocked lightly on the door and Pam, without even thinking, said to come in. In walked a fully clothed Jerri. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you'd be dressed." I said, "That's okay. We don't have anything you haven't seen before." I walked over to get underwear as she talked. "I came to apologize." Of course, Pam had no idea why. "I was walking past your room and heard Pam screaming and moaning. It just got the best of me so I eavesdropped and I shouldn't have. I'm very sorry." Pam responded, "No problem. I probably would have done the same to you. I'm sorry I was so loud." Jerri nodded her head and turned to walk out but stopped, turned to me and said, "I wish you'd teach David whatever it was you did to her." I smiled. She grinned, walked out and closed the door. **** After our bathroom duties, we dressed and carried the bed linens down to the laundry room. As we loaded them into the washer, Ruth walked in and asked if she could help. "No thanks, Mom. We had a little accident so I'm washing the sheets." Ruth smiled and replied, "Yeah, I heard the screaming. Brought back some old memories." Pam and I glanced at each other and all three of us laughed. "Are you two ready for breakfast?" I volunteered. "Let me take charge of that. Pam will be glad to help." "Mom, he makes wonderful pancakes. Do you have corn meal?" "I always have cornmeal, sweet. It's in the freezer. I'll pull it out." "Do you have any bacon or sausage?" "Of course dear. It's in the fridge." Once the washer started filling, Pam and I walked to the kitchen. Jerri was already there making a pot of coffee. The girls hugged and kissed cheeks. Jerri and I grinned at each other. "Tom's going to make the best pancakes you've ever tasted." "Great. So he really does cook." "No I don't. Making pancakes and grilling are not the same as cooking. Pam is a cook. I just watch and try to stay out of her way." Pam replied, "Jerri, why don't we cook together this afternoon like we once did?" "That'd be fun. After lunch, we can toss out ideas and decide what to do." Then the devious Pam joined the discussion. "Maybe we could get Mom to invite her boyfriend for dinner." Jerri exclaimed, "Yes! Great idea. Where's Mom?" I replied, "I think I saw her walking to her bedroom." Pam cut in, "Why don't we ask her at breakfast?" **** When the pancakes and bacon were ready, Pam carried the platters into the dining room and Jerri went to get her mom. Once we all assembled and said the blessing, everyone attacked the food. Jerri commented, "These pancakes are fantastic. I saw you added cornmeal but what are the proportions?" "I substitute about a third of the flour with cornmeal. It's not precise and you can do more or less." Ruth chimed in, "The flavor and texture is really good with the syrup. Girls, we need to make a note of this." We continued to talk about food, the weather and Thanksgiving plans. Then Pam brought up the subject of the hour. "Mom, Jerri and I are planning to cook for tonight's dinner. We were thinking it'd be good for you to invite your friend. We'd love to meet him." Ruth responded, "Sweet, I already have. I was planning on fixing dinner for everyone including him. He's coming at 6:00." Both girls reached over to grasp their mom's hands. They were giggling and squealing like teenyboppers. Jerri exclaimed, "Mom, that's wonderful! What's his name?" "Rudy Anderson." "Tell us all about him." "Well, we go to church together. He lost his wife to cancer about a year ago. I've known him for a few years. We started sitting together at church and then he asked me to dinner and we've become good friends." Pam asked, "Is that all?" "Yes sweet. Unlike you girls, I believe in taking things gradually." Pam came back, "You mean you haven't even spent the night together?" "No, not yet." Jerri cut in, "What's wrong with him?" "Nothing is wrong with him, as far as I know." I butted in, "Now girls, stop pestering your mom. Ruth and Rudy are both mature adults." Everyone resumed eating but I saw Jerri and Pam glance and smile at each other. After breakfast, Jerri and Pam insisted on cleaning up while Ruth and I enjoyed the fire in the living room. It was the first time that just the two of us were alone. "Tom, I appreciate you bringing Pam home. I know it was difficult for her to come." I responded, "Pam was a conflicted young lady. I think she wanted to come but was very embarrassed by her treatment of you and Jerri. She even felt that she was responsible for Richard's death." Ruth was shocked. "Oh no! Surely not! Richard had an inoperable heart defect and we'd known for years that he'd eventually die from it. None of us expected it'd be so soon. We just never told the girls. You know how that is." "Of course. But somehow, in her mind, she linked Jerri telling her Richard was heart broken when she left with the fact that he died from a heart attack." "Richard and I were heartbroken for a while. But we slowly realized that we needed to let her go out into the world and just trust that God would take care of her. We prayed for her every day. He and I had to grow into the fact that we couldn't protect our girls forever. But we still loved her and wanted her to be happy. We looked forward to seeing her occasionally. It was a big event when she called." "I think it'd be good for you and Pam to talk through that. She clearly misunderstood and she's carried around a lot of guilt. I think that affected her relationship with you and Jerri." "I will. I'll get both of them together and set the record straight. Thank you for letting me know." We sat quietly and watched the fire. We could hear the girls good-natured bantering and joking in the kitchen. Pam suddenly squealed and then Jerri began screaming and laughing. Ruth and I went to check. Pam had a straw and a glass of water chasing Jerri into the dining room trying to blow the water on her. Ruth yelled, "Pam, what are you doing?" "Mom. She just blew water all over me. I'm paying her back." "Girls! Please show Tom how adult you can be. You're making a mess!" "I'm sorry. We'll clean it up. It's only water," Pam replied. We returned to the fire and, as we sat, heard Pam squeal one more time before they both started laughing. Ruth shook her head and continued. "I've seen an amazing change in Pam this week. She's still full of energy but there's something very different-almost like she now has a new outlook on life. She's much happier and not nearly as focused on herself as she was." "I think she does have a new outlook. We've talked a lot since we met and have spent several days together. We both think God has brought us together and that it's now up to us to decide our future." "Tom, you and I both know that love is a lot more than sex. After the pleasure comes real life. You and I have been there during the rough times when our worlds were falling apart. We've struggled with life and losing our spouses. Sex is wonderful and it brings a lot of temporary happiness and joy. But you wake up in the morning and must face the rest of the world and its challenges. The only thing I ask is that you and Pam make sure you're truly in love with each other before thinking about marriage. I'm not so much worried about you as I am about her. All her life, she has been impulsive and does things she immediately regrets. She seems to be better now but I think she still has a lot of growing up to do." "Pam is the first to admit she's made a lot of mistakes and I think she doesn't really trust her own judgment right now. But she and I are working on that. She was the first to say she wanted to come here and apologize to you. She is starting to make good decisions and to take responsibility. Thank you for loving her through all of this. I know it's not been easy." "Tom, at dinner tonight, would you ask the blessing for us?" "I'd be honored." The girls joined us and the conversation turned to plans for the day. And, as usual when women get together, the subject turned to shopping. Jerri kicked it off, "Mom, Pam and I'd like to take you shopping this morning. How about we go to that big outlet mall up the interstate above Spartanburg?" "That sounds like fun. Can Tom also go?" Jerri responded, "Of course! I'm sure Tom loves to go shopping with three women. Don't you Tom?" I knew what I wanted to say but then decided to say what I should say. "Absolutely! Maybe I can find a few men's stores while you three hit the others." With that decided, the ladies scrambled to get dressed and their makeup on. I sat and read the newspaper and gazed at the fire. In 45 minutes, we were ready and all three women were chatting non-stop. You'd think it was Christmas and they were all six-year olds. It took about an hour to drive up to Gaffney, where the Premium Outlet Mall was located. It was very large with 75 stores. The girls headed to Ann Taylor, Coach, Chico's, Gap, Hanes and few others I've forgotten. I hit Polo, Van Heusen, Eddie Bauer and Tommy Hilfiger. Many times, I'd get a call on my cell to meet at least one of them at the car so they could drop off bags. When it was time for Jerri's run, I met her there and opened the trunk. After putting the bags in, she stopped to talk. "Tom, I want to thank you for your advice last night. I called David this morning and we're going to a nice resort next week, for the entire week. He loved the idea. We assured each other of our love and commitment to get through this. I've already started dripping on Pam for her to tell me what you did that caused such screaming. Maybe I can teach my hubby." She then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "Pam is a very lucky young lady." Around 2:00 pm, everyone decided that enough was enough so we headed home. After a quick stop at a burger place, we were home an hour later. Once the 15 or so bags were unloaded, the girls changed into jeans and went to the kitchen. They were now getting serious about dinner. Pam asked, "Mom, is Rudy partial to any particular meat or vegetable?" "He's not so much into fish and seafood. The times we've gone out, he ordered steak, veal or chicken. I think as far as veggies go, he pretty much likes them all." "What about soup?" "Yeah, I've fixed soup for him and he loved it." After some ten minutes of debate, the sisters decided on a menu. The first course would be a creamy onion soup with a Gruyere cheese topping. Next would be a small green salad with croutons and bacon bits. The main course would be a grilled veal chop with a mac and cheese casserole and oven roasted mixed vegetables. Dessert would be vanilla ice cream with a black walnut chocolate sauce. The girls decided it was best for Ruth to do the black walnut cake for Rudy on another day. Pam and I headed to the grocery while Jerri and Ruth cracked the walnuts and worked on the veggies. By 5:00, everyone was busy in the kitchen. Pam's job was the soup and salad. I was responsible for grilling the chops. Ruth worked on the chocolate walnut sauce and the mac and cheese. Jerri set the table, straightened the living room, cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed. She'd do the roasted veggies just before they were served. As I flipped through a magazine in the living room, I couldn't help but hear the camaraderie in the kitchen. All three were joking, recalling the good times and talking about the future. Ruth left after a while to feed the chickens. That's when Jerri asked Pam about her plans. I suppose they forgot I was in the next room. "I'm going to Chattanooga to be with Tom. And I think I'm going back to college and get a degree in childhood education. I've always thought about being an elementary school teacher." "So my baby sister is finally going to settle down." "Yeah, its time I get serious about life." "Well, from what I can tell, you've picked the right guy. Now tell me, how did you two meet? You were in Charlotte and he was in Chattanooga." "Do you promise not to tell Mom?" "Uh, okay." "I broke into a cabin he owns on Lake Lanier." "YOU WHAT?" "I did, and he caught me. I was running away from a boyfriend who'd beat me up. I felt I was in danger and had to get out of Charlotte fast. I ended up at the lake and found a hidden key to his house. I was there about a week and then he showed up. Oh, here comes Mom. I'll tell you the rest later. You're NOT going to believe it." I quietly walked up to the bedroom, to avoid embarrassing the girls, and changed clothes for dinner. In a few minutes, Pam walked in. "Oh, you've already changed. I came up to do that." "Okay, but your clothes are down the hall in your bedroom." "Yes, but the guy I'm going to kiss is in here." She walked over, pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed up to straddle my chest. She leaned down with her hands beside my head and kissed me for a long time as I fondled her bottom. **** Shortly before 6:00 pm, we were sitting in the living room as a car drove in. Ruth said, "That's probably Rudy." She went to the door and walked onto the porch. As soon as the front door closed, the girls ran to the window and peeked out. Jerri said, "He's handsome." Pam replied, "Nice car." Then they both squealed, "They kissed!" Pam turned to me, "Tom, they kissed!" I smiled, "I know. I heard you the first time." The girls quickly ran to their seats just before the door opened. Ruth came in followed by Rudy. All of us stood to greet him and be introduced. "My goodness, Ruth, your daughters are beautiful." All three ladies smiled and said, "Thank you!" in unison. The girls had made room on the sofa for Rudy and Ruth to sit together. Jerri kicked off the interrogation. "Rudy, we've heard a little about you. I grew up here on the farm but I don't remember you. Did you move here recently?" "Actually, Jerri, I grew up in Spartanburg and went through high school there. After that I went to a technical training institute and became a certified auto mechanic. I've always loved working on cars so that was an ideal career for me. I worked for a couple of dealerships in Spartanburg and Charlotte." Pam replied, "I wish I had known you when I lived in Charlotte. Maybe you'd have talked me out of the bucket of rust I bought." Everyone laughed. Ruth added, "Rudy now works at the BMW plant." Pam exclaimed, "That explains that gorgeous car he's driving!" Rudy replied, "Yeah, the employees get a very good deal if we buy one." I asked, "What job do you have at the plant?" "I'm the shift foreman in the testing and inspection area at the end of the line. My team has to do the final quality testing and examination before a car is released for shipment. It has to be perfect." I replied, "That's a critical job. So if anything is wrong when a car is delivered, it's your fault?" "Most of the time, but it could have been damaged in transit so anything cosmetic is not an issue. If we have a return for a defective part, then a report comes back to me and we have to look through all the inspection records and see if we can figure out what happened. Sometimes, one of my guys just didn't do a thorough job and a defective part got past us. If that happens too often, we replace the employee." Jerri replied, "But Mom said you live a couple of miles down the road." "That's right. I do now. My uncle Bob Lawrence owned a farm here." Jerri responded, "Oh sure, I remember him. Really nice man." Pam added, "I used to ride my bike down there to see a friend who lived across the road. He had a beautiful farm." "Bob died several years ago and I was his next of kin. My wife, Grace, and I moved here from Spartanburg and I became a gentleman farmer, so to speak." Lydia's Dream Ch. 05-06 Ruth added, "But then Grace was diagnosed with cancer and it was a rough time for them." "It would have been a lot rougher without the ladies of the church helping. Although we hired professional help after she was bedridden, the biggest help came from Ruth and the other ladies who brought food and came to visit her. It meant a lot to Grace and me." I asked, "How big is the farm?" "It was 250 acres when I inherited it but I had to sell about 60 acres to pay all the taxes. It's still too much for me since I only have nights and weekends to keep it up." Pam asked, "Is everyone ready for dinner?" We walked to the dining room while Pam and I brought the soup. Once everyone was seated, Ruth asked me to say the blessing. Everyone held hands. I thanked God for us being together and the great times we shared. I recognized that none of us are worthy of His grace and mercy. I gave thanks for Him being with us during the times of loss that we each experienced. I prayed for guidance for each of us as many important decisions are made. Finally, I prayed that we would reach out to help others in need. Everyone repeated "Amen." The girls did a great job on the dinner and I managed not to over-grill the tender veal chops. After the ice cream, we were sated. The table conversation was very nice with Pam, Jerri and me telling Rudy about our past and what we are doing now. Pam talked about going to Chattanooga and continuing her education. After dinner, Ruth asked us to adjourn to the living room. When we were seated, she surprised us. She told the girls that she would like their blessing for her and Rudy's relationship. Ruth told us that she and Rudy loved each other and had talked about marriage and their future together. But she acknowledged it had only been a year since Richard died and she and Rudy wanted to know their thoughts. Both girls jumped to their feet and surrounded their mom in a wonderful three-person hug while I shook hands and congratulated Rudy. They cried and told their mom how much they loved her and how they supported her in this decision. Then both of the girls hugged Rudy and assured him of their support and said how lucky he was to have their mother. It was a very happy evening. No wedding plans had yet been made but both girls promised to help Ruth with that. Rudy left for home at 9:30. We all walked out to his car and saw him off. Again, the girls hugged Rudy and their mom and we went back to the living room and the warm fireplace. Once inside, Ruth said, "Tom, if you don't mind, I want to have a little meeting with Jerri and Pam." "Of course, Ruth. Why don't you three go to your bedroom and I'll clean up the kitchen." An hour later, the girls were still talking and I walked up to my bedroom. I was starting to doze when Pam arrived. She had been crying and walked over and threw herself into my arms. "What's wrong Pam?" "I told you I cry when I'm happy." "You must be really happy." "Mom told us about Dad and his heart condition and how they knew it would eventually kill him. She assured me that my leaving had nothing to do with him dying. To the very end, she said, he loved Jerri and me more than anything and just wanted us to be happy. "I told Mom and Jerri about my boyfriends in Charlotte and the situation I had. I also told her the full story about how we met and the dreams and the messages that Lydia left for you. She and Jerri are overjoyed with all of this and just as amazed as we are. Jerri also told her about her marriage problems, her infidelity, and how you helped her with some great advice. "Mom told us that she had decided to move into Rudy's house and that this property would be sold. The proceeds will be split between me and Jerri but half of the amount will be put in trust for any grandchildren that Jerri and I may give her." "I'm glad you had that discussion. You were obviously carrying around a ton of guilt about your dad." "Yeah, I was. But all that's gone and I feel like a new person. Mom said that you told her about my feelings of guilt and she was very glad you did. Thank you for doing that. It's not something I had the courage to do." "Your mother is very intuitive and she recognized that you were a different person, more focused on others and less on yourself." "I hope that's true. I do feel more focused and content. Let me go change and brush my teeth. I'll be right back." When Pam returned, she was wearing an amazing black garter slip with sheer mesh stockings and a black thong. All I could do was stare with my mouth open and hold my breath as my heart raced. "Well, what do you think?" "I'm just about speechless. Did you buy that today?" "Yes, Mom and Jerri talked me into it." "Remind me to thank them." She came to bed and lay prone on me. We kissed while I cupped her bottom and toyed with the strip of fabric running through her crack. Her stockings rubbed my legs. It wasn't long until the squeaking of the bed frame combined with the moans, groans and grunts of two passionate people. Afterwards, I lay there stunned at what this lady could do to please a man. Sex with Pam was almost a religious experience. We lay joined together for several minutes as we recovered. Pam was on her stomach with me on top when she turned and flashed that wonderful grin. Neither of us said a word. Our bodies had said it all. I rolled off and helped remove her stockings and garters and laid a towel beneath her before we quickly fell asleep. Chapter 6 But we've been getting a lot of sexercise. I woke to the sound and movement of Pam coming back to bed. She crawled under the covers and I reached for her chilled body. She snuggled back as close as she could to me. I cupped her breast and toyed with a hard nipple. "You're so warm," she said. "I love sleeping with you. Your body is very comfortable to me." "You mean like a big soft pillow?" "No, silly. It feels like you're part of me." We cuddled for a few minutes before she asked, "Can we go jogging this morning? I just weighed myself and I've gained three pounds since a week ago." "Wonder how that happened?" She moaned. "I've been eating a lot since we met." "But we've been getting a lot of sexercise." She giggled and said, "Maybe, but it's not enough." "Jeez Pam, you're going to wear the skin off junior. I'm actually sore this morning." She launched into baby talk, "Awww, poor baby. Can Pammy kiss it and make it better?" "Well, if you think that'd help." She turned and crawled under the covers. Just her lovely firm bottom and legs were sticking out. Her hand grasped my flaccid manhood and she started kissing it and talking baby talk to it. "Now you be a good wittle boy and let Pammy see what's wrong. Awwww, you've got a wittle scuff spot right were Daddy wubbed you against Pammy's teeth last night. Shame on Daddy! Let me kiss it and make it all better." She kissed up and down the shaft and rubbed it along her soft face. She reached with her other hand and started gently massaging my balls. I could feel junior French kissing Pammy and playing with her tongue. Then he must have decided to go visit her tonsils and check out her Adam's apple. It was a tight squeeze but he made it. Junior couldn't decide if he wanted to be in or out. I thought I might get in on the action. I reached for her bottom and squeezed one of the cheeks hard enough to be reprimanded by a swift punch to my leg. Of course, it wasn't long until junior erupted much to my pleasure. Her head came from under the cover. "Now is that all better?" "I think so but you'll have to check it again later." She curled into my arms, smiled and gazed into my eyes for a few moments. "You're fun," she said. "Now, let's get our jogging clothes on. I'm going to run your butt into the ground." **** It was very early when we left the backyard, went through the gate at the top of the lane and began jogging toward the barn. The sun was up, but not by much, and a very picturesque mist hung suspended a few feet above the grass in the fields. The cold morning air was refreshing as we rounded the barn, through another gate and out into the pasture toward the creek we had visited the day before. We had to dodge the cow pies in the pasture but none of them appeared to be fresh. As we approached the creek, I was winded but Pam was going strong. I asked if we could stop for a minute. "You must be out of shape old man. We haven't even gone a mile." I struggled to catch my breath. "You're right, I haven't jogged in years. But you'll get me in shape, I'm sure." Pam reached and pulled my lips to hers for a quick kiss. She must have looked behind me because she screamed, "TOM! The bull's coming!" I looked behind me; he was about 100 yards away but headed straight for us at a steady trot. "Oh damn, let's get to the barn." Winded or not, we both headed up the hill and straight toward the gate as fast as we could. I thought my lungs would rupture. Taking a quick glance behind us, I saw he was still coming, now only 50 yards behind. We could hear the pounding of his hooves on the ground and the snorting from his hard breathing. We made it to the gate with only 10 yards to spare. Pam opened the latch and we squeezed through. I jerked it closed behind me but it didn't catch and bounced slowly open again. The bull just waited until it opened enough for him to get through. By then we were in the barn and climbing the ladder to the loft. I could hear the very loud sound of his hooves pounding the hard ground as he entered the doorway. He snorted several times. I looked down but he was looking around and not up. To him, we had just disappeared. We collapsed on the floor of the loft. It took a few minutes for me to begin breathing normally. My heart was thumping harder than ever. Pam and I glared at each other, trying to figure out who was to blame for our near disaster. Then we laughed hysterically. I pleaded, "Pleeease don't ever take me jogging again in a cow pasture." "Well, I once thought it was safer than being on the road." I peeked down the ladder opening. "He's still there. Do you have a phone?" "No." "Neither do I. Your mom and Jerri will be looking for us soon." "At least I left a note saying we'd be jogging. I just didn't tell them where." "The bull will eventually give up and go out." "Yeah, but when?" We sat in the loft and listened as chickens proudly announced their latest eggs. I could hear the scurrying of mice in the hay and crows cawing in the distance. Thankfully, the hay was soft and insulated our bottoms from the cool air. The only bad sound was the occasional snorting of the bull below. 
 Fifteen minutes or more passed until we heard a vehicle drive down the lane and a man yell at the bull. I looked down the ladder opening and saw the bull leave quickly. We waited until the engine cut off before I climbed down to take a look. Seeing everything was clear, I called out to Pam that it was safe. Two men walked back to the barn after securing the bull in the pasture. They saw us coming out and
Pam knew one of them. "Hey Bobby! We're glad to see you." "Pam, how are you young lady? I haven't see you since your dad's funeral." "I'm doing great, Bobby. Thanks for saving us. Let me introduce my friend Tom." We shook hands and Bobby introduced us to his buddy Fred who was about Jerri's age. We explained what happened and that the gate latch didn't catch. Fred said he'd noticed before that it wasn't working just right and that he'd change it. I asked, "Is that bull as mean as he acted with us?" Bobby responded, "Not usually. He was probably more interested in you than angry. We've not had an issue with him until now. I'll keep an eye on him and if he becomes too territorial or aggressive, we'll talk to Ruth about replacing him." Pam asked, "What are you two doing here?" Bobby responded, "We come every Thursday at this time to check on the cattle and do all the odd jobs that Ruth needs done. Since your dad died, we've been helping out as much as we can. Fred and his parents have a farm just up the road and, of course, you know about my small spread." "Mom mentioned that she had some help but I didn't know the details. Thank you very much for helping her." Fred replied, "That's what neighbors are for. Richard was always quick to help my family and Bobby." Pam walked over and hugged them. We shook hands again then Pam and I headed to the house. Over breakfast, we recounted our adventure; but Pam made it more exciting than I remembered. She asked Ruth about Fred since he seemed to be new in the area. "His dad, Jonathan, bought that farm about five years ago. We didn't know them very well but we heard from another neighbor not long after you left that he had been injured in a fall at their barn. Richard went over and talked to him and his wife and got to know the situation a little better. Then your dad and some other neighbors, including Bobby and Rudy, went over quite a few times to put up hay and move the cattle to fresh fields, do repairs on fences, that kind of thing. The ladies of the church adopted his wife Mary. We took food over and visited a number of times. Jonathan was laid up for a couple of months and we got to know them really well. They are great people and wonderful neighbors. "Fred is their youngest son but, unfortunately, his wife left him for someone else. Fred moved here and has been helping out on their farm, which his parents really appreciate." Pam replied, "He's a very nice looking guy. How old is he?" "I think he's around 26 or 27; but he sure doesn't look that old." Ruth had baked cinnamon rolls and made very tasty Spanish omelets. To her credit, Pam only ate half of her roll and gave the rest to me. Maybe she was serious about loosing a couple of pounds. During breakfast, Ruth brought up Pam's discussion about Lydia's dreams. "I was thrilled to hear about Lydia and how God sent a messenger to her. I'm even more thrilled that God has brought you two together. Jerri and I talked this morning about all of this. We both feel that God brought our husbands and us together but we don't know that for sure. We just have faith that He did. With you two, it's certain and that's both a blessing and a burden." Jerri continued the thought, "You've only known each other a few days and there's a lot more you need to know before you can truly say that you're in love and are willing to commit to each other. But what if you two decide after a while that there are just too many differences? Will you feel so burdened by the fact that God brought you together that you're afraid not to be together? Will you end up making the wrong decision because you feel that you must please God and get married anyway?" I responded, "That's also our concern. Pam and I've talked and we want to take it slow and not rush any decisions about marriage. We must be certain of our love and willing to make that total commitment. If the correct decision is that we need to go our separate ways, I don't think God would want us to make a stupid decision and get married. Our children would suffer and I don't think that would be the will of God." Pam took my hand and said, "I believe in my heart that Tom is the one I've always wanted to find. But, he's right, it's too important to rush. We really would appreciate your prayers for us. We'll also be praying for you two and your marriages." Ruth changed the subject. "Now tell me about your house in Chattanooga. You know, of course, that we're all coming to see you." "Y'all are welcome anytime. The house is a ranch with five bedrooms and seven baths. It has a full finished basement. There's a pool, a home theater room and all the other rooms you'd expect. We have a very scenic view of the valley, which I enjoy. I have an office there but will also convert one of the bedrooms into an office for Pam. With her school work, she's going to need a quiet place to study, research and prepare assignments." "What? I'll have my own study and office?" "Of course. I also do a lot of work from home so we don't want to get in each other's way." Jerri said, "That's a good idea. Just make sure you lock her in and have her show you her school work before you let her out." Pam made a ball out of her paper napkin and threw it at Jerri. Both girls then scrambled to find other napkins to throw at each other. Ruth finally restored order by threatening to send them to their rooms. After cleaning the kitchen, Pam and I retrieved the remaining black walnuts and bagged them for the trip. We left another gallon for Ruth to use for Rudy's treats. I volunteered to ship some to Jerri but she didn't want any. Ruth gave Pam the sourdough starter she promised, which we put in a small cooler for the trip. After packing and loading the car, we kissed and hugged each other and promised that we'd be together again soon. Pam and I also wished Jerri a wonderful getaway with David. I was amazed at the difference in Pam versus when we came. She no longer carried the burden of guilt and she knew for a fact that her mom and sister loved her very much. Their parting hugs and kisses were very emotional. As we drove toward the interstate highway, Pam asked me to stop at Furman University. She wanted to talk to someone in the office about transferring her records to another university. We parked in a visitor area in front of the administration building and the receptionist directed us to the correct office. A very nice young man looked up Pam's records and printed a transcript for her. He also provided written instructions for the new university to use for the official records transfer. After leaving the office, Pam and I walked around that beautiful campus for an hour or more including a stop in their coffee house. Many of the young men smiled at her and, had I not been holding her hand, probably would have tried to strike up a conversation. One of them did speak to her but he called her "Niki." She looked at me and was embarrassed as she explained, "That happens sometimes. I get mistaken for an adult movie actress named 'Niki Lee'. She's been in many men's magazines including Playboy and is all over the Internet. I do have to admit I'm almost her identical twin but she's four years older." I made a mental note to look up Niki Lee and see for myself. As we walked past one of the jogging trails, Pam stopped. "This is where I was almost assaulted one night." "What?" "I'd left the dorm with a couple of other girls and came here for a late night jog before bed. The other two girls decided to stop off and see their boyfriends before coming back. I jogged on alone toward the dorm. "When I ran past those trees over there, I heard someone running behind me. Just as I turned to look, he hit me and tried to tackle me. I don't know why I didn't fall; but he grabbed my shorts as he fell. Of course, my shorts came down but I was able to step out of them and kick him in the stomach while he was trying to get up. He was not a big guy so my kick knocked him over. That gave me an opening and I kicked his groin as hard as I could. He screamed and I kicked him again but only hit his arm. Then I took off running as fast as I could. It was only after I got to the dorm that I realized I was in my panties. I'd completely forgotten to grab my shorts." "I can understand that. The adrenaline must have been racing through you." "Yeah, I probably could have set a new track record." "Did you call the police?" "Sure, my dorm mother was on the phone immediately and the police came and interviewed me. While that was going on, the campus police picked up a suspicious individual but I couldn't identify him in a line-up. It was so dark under those trees that I never got a good look at his face." Lydia's Dream Ch. 05-06 "I bet that was the end of your late-night jogging." "Yep, never again." "Now you just jog in cow pastures patrolled by a mad bull." She laughed and said, "I don't think a kick to his stomach would have made a difference." "Maybe the bull was just being friendly and wanted to get a closer look at you. I bet if we had stopped and waited for him, he'd have been like a big lap dog." She grinned and shook her head. "Thankfully, we'll never know. Now let's go home." We walked to the car and made our way to I-85 south. During the drive, I asked, "Do all young women have a libido like you? Maybe I was very sheltered and just missed this trend somehow." "I can't answer for all women but many of the ones I knew in college and in Charlotte were more addicted to sex than I am. To me, sex is better than a drug could possibly be but many of my friends were addicted to both sex and drugs. I don't know if it's been an evolving trend or not but I imagine it has. With free Internet porn so available and with all the dorms housing both sexes now with no curfews, it probably is in the mind of most women. The women's mags all glorify sex and every issue tells you how to please that special man or woman. Am I more into it than Lydia was?" "Yes, but she had a pretty strong libido as well. When we were first married, we had sex often, sometimes several times a day. I guess most newlyweds do. It slowed down over the years but up to the time she got very ill, we still made love once or twice a week. What are your favorite positions?" "As long as you can get in me, I'm fine. I guess doggy is my favorite because I don't have to do any of the work and you hit all the right spots. Missionary is also good as long as you don't put all your weight on me. I'm also into experimentation with new positions, different rooms of the house, showers..." I interrupted, "Bath tubs." She grinned. "Yeah, especially bath tubs. But I've done it in parking lots, movie theaters, on a park bench after dark. I even did it once in the back of a police car with that butthole who beat me up." I suppose I had a negative look on my face because she asked, "Does it bother you that I've had so many sex partners?" I didn't know whether to honestly say what I thought or be nice. Probably, I waited too long to respond. "I take your silence as being a 'yes'." "Most of my experience with sex was with Lydia. We together learned how to make love. We taught each other everything we knew and were totally committed to each other. After her death, I dated a very nice woman for a few months and we did enjoy many sessions before we broke up. Does it concern me that you've had a lot of different partners? I have to be honest and say it does." "Do you think I can't be committed to just one guy?" "That thought has crossed my mind. What do you think?" She reached and took my hand. "I honestly think I can. This is the first time I've even had to think about it. Sex with you has been fantastic. In fact, it's been some of the best I've ever had. But I know there's a demon named addiction living in me. I'm addicted to sex and orgasms. I admit I've not been as discriminating as I should have. But I'm determined to put those days behind me. I want to be the person you love and respect. I know I can never replace Lydia in your heart. But maybe your heart is big enough for me and her." "I know it is, Pam. In the last week, I've come to know you as a fascinating young lady that I never dreamed of meeting. How could a person like me ever imagine being with a woman like you? I want to earn your love and respect so that you will never again be tempted to have someone else in your bed. But I need your help and patience, sweetheart. I've a business to run and I'm not going to be there every time you have a desire. I work crazy hours sometimes and your bed may be lonely when I'm away. When you go back to school, there's going to be temptation everywhere you look. You're so beautiful and have such an outgoing personality that every guy in your class will be hitting on you, especially if they think you're Niki Lee. I'm an old man compared to their 21-year-old rock hard bodies." "I understand your concerns Tom and I promise that I'll not betray your trust in me. Even though I freely admit to be addicted to orgasms, I promise not to have them with anyone other than you." I responded, "How did that addiction begin?" "Since I was a little girl, I knew how to excite myself. My mom caught me rubbing on the arm of the sofa one day. I must have been five or six."
I looked at Pam and frowned. She reacted. "I wasn't naked! I had on panties and shorts but it felt soooo good. I learned how to do that by watching Jerri. She rode that sofa arm every time Mom wasn't looking." "What did your mom say?" "Only that she knew it felt good but proper young ladies don't rub themselves in public." "When did you have your first orgasm?" "My period began when I was 12. It was a few months after that." "Did your mom give you the birds and bees discussion?" "You betcha. That happened shortly after I got my period. It was an awkward discussion and it took a while to understand everything but Mom finally just laid it all out and showed me pictures from some girlie magazines. The thought of a huge hard penis in my tiny hole was scary. I had no idea where she got those photos but maybe Dad had a secret stash somewhere." I joked, "They probably were from a underground lending library that all of the ladies at church used with their daughters." Pam laughed and admitted that was a possibility. "When did you go on the pill?" "I was 15. Mom and Dad were very strict on whom we dated and on curfews but Mom was realistic and made sure Jerri and I had protection long before we actually became sexually active. I doubt Dad knew that but maybe he did and just never said anything. I accidently overheard Mom and Dad talking one day about another baby they had before they were married. I think it died, maybe was stillborn. It was very painful for them to discuss and it was one of the few times I'd seen my dad cry. That's probably why Mom wanted us to be protected." "Did Jerri know about the other baby?" "She said she didn't and we made a pact to never ask about it." "When did you and Jerri start having sexual relations?" "I think Jerri was 17 or thereabouts and I gave my virginity to a guy on my 18th birthday. It was another one of those awkward situations. He and I had dated a while and I let him get to third base a few times. We talked about having sex but we were both virgins and probably a little afraid and embarrassed. You know how other kids talk and both he and I had heard how painful it was for the woman that first time. He didn't want to hurt me and I certainly wasn't looking forward to it." "How did you get over that fear?" "Just the passion of the moment, I guess. We were sitting in his car down at the end of the lane going to my house. We had been out for a nice dinner to celebrate my birthday. It was dark and he was fingering me and kissing my breasts while I stroked him. We had done that before but it was much more passionate that night, for some reason. One thing led to another and we just did it. We climbed into the back seat and I straddled him. It hurt for a little while but not much. His penis was not that big so that may have helped. He shot his load almost immediately and I was left with nothing but a sore vagina and a mess on my legs. At least he was happy." I replied, "That story probably describes how a lot of people lost their virginity." "Probably so. We dated a while longer and did have sex one more time but he just couldn't control himself long enough to get me off. I said to hell with that." "What was this night with Jimmy I heard you and Jerri mention?" "Oh that. Uh, uh, let's just say that Jerri and I were very mean to him. He had been hitting on us but we were interested in other guys. Our parents encouraged us to go out with him since they knew his parents. Jerri and I hatched this plan to get him off our backs once and for all. It worked. I think we scared him to death." We both grinned. "What did you do, young lady?" She laughed so I knew it must be interesting. "It was in the summertime and Jerri and I were on college break. We talked and decided that we needed to put a stop to all the sniffing around Jimmy was doing. We invited him to the house one Saturday when we knew Mom and Dad were going to be away. When he arrived, we were all sweet and nice to him. We served him ice tea and cookies. I even sat on his lap and fed him a cookie while he caressed my leg. Then Jerri told him that we wanted to show him our appreciation for all his attention. "She asked him to give us a few minutes to get ready. Of course, he thought he was in for an amazing threesome. She told him to come up to the first bedroom on the right in about five minutes. "Well, Jerri had gone to one of those shops that sell or rent bondage costumes, equipment and supplies. She dressed as a dominatrix and I put on an executioner's mask and black leathers like a motorcycle chick." I started laughing when Pam began giggling. "I know... we were terrible. Anyway, I had a small whip and she had handcuffs and rope. When he knocked on the door and walked in, he was scared. I mean really scared. But to his credit, he didn't run immediately. Jerri explained that she and I were heavily into domination and bondage and if he wanted to date us, he'd better learn to like it. When she tried to put handcuffs on him, he took off. That was the last time we saw him except at the restaurant. From his reaction the other night, I think he's still afraid of us." "I know I'd be."
 **** After stopping at Applebee's Restaurant for a late lunch, we arrived at the cabin shortly after 4:00 pm. While I carried in our luggage and six bags of Pam's new clothes, she walked to the bathroom and then to the fridge for beer. Since we had eaten so late, we decided, in the best interest of Pam's new diet, that we'd just snack for dinner. I built a fire and we sat for an hour or longer and reflected on the wonderful visit. Pam had a new sparkle in her eyes and was relieved that she, her mom and Jerri were all reconciled. She called her mom to let her know we were back safely. They talked for several minutes and I could hear it was a very pleasant exchange. As we sat in front of the fire, I recalled that Pam had a car in the garage that I'd never seen. "Let's go look at your car. You really haven't told me anything about it." "I told you it was a bucket of rust." "Let's go see it anyway." We walked through the back door and down to the detached garage. I hit the opener and there it was... a T-bird from the early 1990's and it did have rust on the doors and rear quarter-panels. "Does it run alright?" "Well, it does okay. I had to do some maintenance on it a few months ago but it doesn't smoke too bad." "If you don't mind too much, I have Lydia's car in Chattanooga and I'd like for you to use it. We could donate this one to a charity and they can sell it for parts or scrape metal." "Since anything would be better than this, I'll be glad to accept. What is it?" "It's a surprise." Her eyes lit up as she responded, "Oh, I like surprises." I closed the garage door and we walked to the back porch for more firewood. I made a mental note to call my supplier and have another cord delivered. We each grabbed another beer and plopped down on the sofa. Pam and I leaned together and kissed several times. After talking well into the evening, we each checked our emails and favorite websites before retiring. We were exhausted as we snuggled together under the warm covers. End of Chapter 6. Please vote and leave comments.