It's been months since I've written anything, since I've been not feeling my best. I'm better now, so I've decided to finish this story, though I've ignored it for a long time as I got involved in others. I'm going to finish Kitty and Artie's tale here. They're nice people and they deserve some closure, after all. I have some new ideas for other stories, and I'll also try to close out some of the others.
To catch up, Kitty and Artie met when they were 20, were deeply in love as well as lust, and wanted to get married. But Kitty was Catholic, Artie Jewish, and her parents, though they liked Artie, would have made their lives difficult if Kitty didn't marry within her faith. Being young, she couldn't defy them and so they split up. The story stated 26 years later, when both were divorced, and Kitty contacted Artie through Facebook. After a couple of months back together (and as torrid sexually now as they were then), Kitty has asked Artie to move in with her and her two grown children (Angela and Jack) and Artie asked Kitty to marry him, and she said yes. His son Jeremy lives with his ex, Helena, with whom he gets along very well, though Kitty has a rocky relationship with her ex, Seamus. I think that catches everyone up. So, here is the end (I think) of Kitty and Artie's story.
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Jeremy came to stay with me for the last time in that apartment that weekend. It wasn't going to be the most fun weekend we ever had, but I would provide a nice dinner Saturday, we'd play a little basketball on Sunday morning, and all the rest of the time he'd help me pack up things and help to sell my furniture, pots and pans and some nick knacks to some people who were stopping by to look. What I couldn't sell I'd donate. Not much was coming with me to Kitty's except my recliner (she was less than thrilled), my clothes and computers (personal and work), and a few personal things, pictures and such. Helena didn't want anything, so it was all going. Jeremy didn't mind helping me, especially since not a lot really had to get packed besides my clothing.
Friday night we got our usual pizza and watched the Yankee game. They lost that night to the hated Red Sox, which bummed us out. We went to sleep early and got up early to go to the gym, me to swim and he got into a pick-up basketball game. I was determined to get serious about my swimming regimen to keep in shape. I was a decent cook, but Kitty was awesome in the kitchen, and between that and eating out, I had to watch out about putting on the pounds. Kitty wanted me around for a long time, and I wanted to be around for a long time.
We picked up a little smoked fish, cream cheese and bagels (Jewish breakfast soul food) for breakfast, ate at home, and then got to packing and putting price tickets on the stuff we were selling and a big card saying NOT FOR SALE on my beloved recliner. The rest of the living room furniture and bedroom furniture was priced to go. And still I expected haggling. I'd take any reasonable price.
A little after 12 (I know, very late for a garage sale) we were surprised when Helena came over. "I'm here to help" she said simply. She's a sweetheart, as I've told you, over and over. So I asked her to box the pots and pans and the dishes and dinnerware but not to seal those. I wanted people to be able to see what was there. If they bought, then the boxes would be sealed for them. The first potential buyers started coming at 12:30, a half hour earlier than I advertised. Personally, I was amazed they didn't show up at 6AM.
While Jeremy helped a couple, Helena took me aside and told me "Evan called me last night."
"And? How did it go? Were you able to talk to each other easily?"
"Not bad at all. He was pleasant and funny, kind of like you. After 40 minutes he asked me to dinner tonight. So I'm not here just because I wanted to help you. I mean I did, but mostly I need to keep busy or I'm going to lose my mind from being so nervous! Talk me out of this, Artie."
"Not a chance, Helena. I suggested him because I think you'll get along. And if you do, you can actually have sex and companionship again! Mostly sex." I smiled at her as she slapped my shoulder.
"He is NOT getting laid tonight! He'd better know that."
"Hey that's up to you. Screw him if you want, or not. No judgement from me. You're free and over 18. Can I give you one word of advice? As your ex-husband who still loves you and cares about you?"
"Sure, Artie. Tell me."
"Just be yourself. You're a great lady, a real darling. If you're yourself, he'll like you, I promise. I don't know what he'll do. I can just say he's popular with the students and also with the staff. So relax. Have fun. OK?"
"I'll try. God, I'm nervous." I gave her a big hug and Helena held me in return. "Thanks, Artie. For everything." Now more people were coming up the stairs, so we went to help Jeremy handle things. Helena gave me a wink that made me feel good for her.
Over the next few hours we sold my couch, tables, kitchenette, cookware and TV. And my entire bedroom suite. Nothing sold for the ticketed price, but I did all right. I gave Jeremy $300 for his trouble, and I offered Helena money but she told me to keep it. "You've done enough for me, babe."
The sale went so well, in fact, that all I had left were my recliner (which got a few offers despite the sign) and my bedroom TV. Almost everything else for sale was gone except some kitchen small appliances like the coffee maker and the toaster. I had one chair to sit on, no place to sleep for either me or Jeremy and no way to cook anything and no place to eat it anyway. I was kind of homeless. I had a roof with no furniture. I sent Jeremy home with his mother so he'd have a place to sleep. Helena asked if I wanted to stay there for the week, but I declined. I thought it might feel too weird with her having a date that night and me seeing Kitty all the time. I ended up calling Kitty. I figured she might take a poor teacher in, and I was right; she told me to bring what I could, clothes mostly, and she and her kids would come back with me the next day to get the rest. Jack and I could handle the recliner and nothing else was heavy.
"Are you sure, Kitty Kat? You weren't expecting this for another week. I could check into a motel."
"Of course I'm sure. The thought of my Little Devil in some cheap motel room by yourself depresses the hell out of me. Although, visiting you in a cheap motel does bring up some interesting fantasies. We'll have to give that a try sometime. But seriously, come on over with what you can bring. We'll start early!"
"Ok, thank you honey, but dinner is on me. I insist."
"Ok, you buy. I'm very excited! Artie...this is a good thing. Tonight really begins our new life together. And when you get here, there's something else I want to talk to you about. Another very good thing."
"All right, my love. And I'm excited too. Don't tell Helena, but I've wanted this for 26 years. To go to sleep with you and wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives."
"Artie, you need to get over here. Angela and Jack are gone until much later. The things you say to me get me so hot for you. So hurry it up, as quick as you can. Just bring what you need for a couple of days. We'll get the rest tomorrow."
I could hear the need in her voice. "Give me an hour. And we'll order in dinner. We're not leaving your house."
"Perfect. Hurry it up, my love. And Artie? It's your home too, from now on."
I just packed a suitcase of casual clothes and a garment bag with a few of my work clothes, jackets, slacks, shirts and ties etc. Just in case. I looked around my now almost bare apartment and felt a little bit sad. It was home for a little more than a year, most of that time was quiet and even dull, but it was where I recovered from the most painful time of my life and where I was living when Kitty came back into my life. Overall, some great memories were formed while I lived there. I shut the lights and knocked on Dolores' door and let her know I would be out the next day, ready to give her the keys and walk through with her in case I owed her any money for damages.
"I'm sorry you're leaving, Artie. You were the best tenant I had these last 10 years. But I'm happy you're moving on with life. And Kitty seems like such a nice lady. And don't worry about paying rent for June. I have three prospective tenants coming to look during the week, so it kind of works out that you're not here. So, you'll be here 11 tomorrow?"
"I'll be here no later than 11, hopefully earlier. Everything still here should be out by 1 or 2PM. Whatever damage I've done, I'll pay for."
"Oh, I'm not worried, unless there are broken pipes or holes in the wall. I'll see you tomorrow." She looked kind of sad. I felt that way myself.
Within an hour from when I spoke to Kitty, I was at her...our...house with my bags. Within another half hour, I was on my back on her...our...bed, and Kitty was astride me, just gently moving her hips as my hands touched her body lightly, feeling her all over. She was massaging her tits as her pussy gripped at my hard dick.
"You're not sorry you asked me to move in, are you, baby?" I asked as pleasure coursed through my body.
"Never, my darling" Kitty answered with a husky voice. "Next to having my children, this is the best thing I ever did in my life." Her hips bounced a few times on top of me, then she settled back into the slow grind that was pleasing us both so much.
"I love you Kitty Kat. With all my heart and soul. I'll love you forever."