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Once More
by Lord Malinov

~~~

Mary poured herself a cup of coffee.  Carefully daring the first hot 
sip, she let the rich brew invigorate her spirits.  The morning sun 
shone brilliantly through the pale lilacs of her frail kitchen 
curtains, sparkling on the chrome faucet, warming the yellows in the 
patterned tiles.  Mary peeked out the window at the yard, stirring 
with the first impulses of life, and decisively went to open the back 
door.

The air retained a definite chill, yet after so much time spent 
locked in the staleness of the house, Mary stepped boldly onto the 
deck.  She curled her pale hands around the steaming cup of coffee as 
she moved through the shade and into the streaming sunlight.  Mary 
felt her shoulders fall slightly as the radiant heat at once soothed 
her jangled nerves.  She took a deep breath of the sweet morning air, 
the chilled aroma of fresh beginnings.

"Oh," she said, leaning against the deck railing and taking another 
sip of her coffee, "I wish he would have stayed home today with me."  
Mary closed her eyes and indulged herself in feeling the sunshine on 
her face.  "What good is all this work if we can't enjoy a day like 
today?"  Mary sat down on a stiff deck chair and put her bare feet up 
on another.

She remembered a spring day, although it seemed so long ago.  Mary 
smiled to imagine that day in the meadows, when they had gone to 
Gran's for the weekend and the whole field seemed to have awakened 
from a slumber with the silvery green of new sprouts, tiny blossoms 
of white and purple.  He had held her tight as she laughed and tried 
to struggle free and when she had broken loose from his grasp and 
run, he had chased her down in a flash.  Mary felt her face grow 
flush as a chilly breeze poured down from the North.  She drank a sip 
of warm coffee.

The children next door came running between the houses and into their 
backyard, laughing and falling over themselves as they ran to the 
swings at the back by the sun tickled hedges.  Mary felt a longing in 
her breast as they called out a rhyme in the tempo of their lift and 
fall.  The older child, a boy of eight, called out insistent commands 
to his younger sister.  Mary laughed when little Sarah refused to 
obey Tommy's orders.  He raised his tiny fist, threatening his sister 
and she squealed, "Mommy!" and ran back toward the house.  

Mary glanced over at the flower bed at the end of her yard.  The 
tulips were already pushing up their scarlet and yellow blossoms.  "I 
should get over to the Home Center this morning," she said.  "I could 
spend the afternoon planting."

Leaning back and closing her eyes, Mary submitted to the bright 
sunlight, feeling the heat tickle her rosy cheeks.  She pushed her 
tussled hair back, away from her face.  Rich blues and greys mingled 
under her eyelids as she smiled at the scent of a rich spring breath.

"Hello," a deep voice spoke.  Mary opened her eyes, startled and sat 
up.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "I didn't mean to disturb you."  Mary 
turned to look at the man, leaning over her short white fence.

"James!" she exclaimed.  He looked older, but still the same, strong 
and firm and with a laughing smile.

"Hello, Mary.  I'd almost given up finding you."  James pushed down 
on the thick endpost.  

"How did you?" Mary asked, pulling at her unkempt hair anxiously.

"Wasn't easy," said James.  "I ran into Bob Jenkins up at the 
conference.  He pointed me in the right direction."

"Bob?" said Mary, absently.  "It's been a long time, James."

"That's what I was thinking.  Can we talk for a while?" James asked.

"Sure," said Mary, "I guess that would be all right.  Just come 
around."  James vaulted the short fence and walked over the damp lawn 
and onto the deck.  Mary sat up, suddenly aware that she was still 
wearing her nightgown.

"Nice place," said James politely as he pulled out a chair and sat 
down.  "I brought you these," he said, holding up a bouquet of white 
carnations.  Mary took the flowers and breathed their sweet scent.

"Beautiful," she said, laying the flowers down on the table.  "You're 
in town for a conference?" Mary asked, blushing self-consciously.

"Yup," said James, looking boldly into Mary's blue eyes.  "I was, 
anyway.  I fly out this afternoon.  I was going to go and visit some 
of the old haunts, but when I talked to Bob, I had to try to see 
you.  You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh, James," said Mary, "I don't mind at all."  She lifted the coffee 
cup to her lips, nervously.  "Can I get you a cup?" she asked.

"Thanks, anyway, Mare," James said.  "I've already had my dose this 
morning."

"So how are you?" she asked.

"Good, really good.  Always moving forward.  You know me."

"Yes," Mary said, "that sounds right.  Married?"  James held up his 
left hand letting the gold band sparkle in the sunlight.  "Kids?" she 
asked shyly.

"Four," said James with a grin.  "You?"

"No," said Mary, frowning.  "He doesn't, well, I'm just not sure."

"Sorry," said James.

"No, it's all right," said Mary.  "Brad's a big kid himself.  I have 
my hands full with him."

"Yeah.  Still, it's a shame.  I always pictured you as a mother."

"I guess that was why you left me," she said.

"Oh, Mary, I still don't know why I did that.  We had something."  

"I thought so," Mary replied.  "It hurt."

"I know," said James, putting his hand on hers.  "That's why I wanted 
to come back and ask you to forgive me."

"James," she said.  "You didn't need to do that.  We were just kids.  
I don't even remember the way it ended.  I just remember how much fun 
we had."

"I tell you what," he said.  "So do I."

"C'mon," said Mary, standing up.  "Let me show you around."

"I'd like that," said James following her lead.

Mary led James into the cream carpeted family room, with tall oak 
shelves and polished brass fixtures.  

"This is really nice," he said.  "A lot nicer than the place we had 
on Flannery Street."  Mary laughed.

"Yes, I suppose it is," she said.  "Although our place had plenty of 
character.  Sometimes I think my life lacks character."

"Oh, I don't know," said James.  "I think you've still got a little
character."

"Well, thank you," said Mary, surprised at the familiar glow 
she felt, hearing him tease.  "I'm glad I haven't completely gone 
sterile."

"No," said James, "I don't think so."  He took Mary's hand and felt 
her sigh.  Mary missed him more than she'd let herself remember. 
 James drew her around and gave her the kiss she had been waiting 
for.  Mary fell limp in his strong embrace.

"I tried to forget," she said, as his lips familiarly tickled her 
neck.  "I've made myself accept."

"Show me the bedroom," James said, lifting her slightly.

"Yes," Mary said.  "Upstairs."

Strong and fierce, James lifted her into his arms and carried Mary 
easily up the grey carpeted stairs and into the deep green bedroom.

"Nice," said James, tossing Mary on the leaf printed bedspread.

"Nice," mocked Mary, pulling him on top of her.  His hand roamed over 
her gown, the soft cotton barely shrouding the full softness of her 
breast, the gentle swelling of her tummy.  James lifted the hem as he 
caressed her lean thigh, kissing her moist mouth with feverish 
passion.  Mary pulled at his shirt, fumbled with his buttons.

James drew her shift up to her waist.  "Still don't wear panties?" he 
asked, tickling her muff and squeezing her bottom.

"Never," said Mary, smiling as she kissed her lover.

"I've missed you," James said, teasing her nether lips with a finger. 
 Mary struck him with a closed fist on his broad back.  James laughed 
and unzipped his trousers.  Mary squirmed under him and hit him 
again.  James leaned back and pulled down his pants, releasing a dark 
stick based in a tangle of black hair.  Mary struck him forcefully on 
the chest.  James put his hands on her pale shoulders and deftly sank 
his cock into her wet cunt.

"Oh, God," said Mary, her hands taking hold of his muscular waist.  
James thrust mightily into Mary, and she threw back her head with the 
blow.  "Why did you go?  Oh, please. I've always dreamed," she said 
softly.

"Once more," he said.  "We deserve this together, just once more."

~~~

Malinov


Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude

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