Time does seem to pass by faster as we get older. Eva and I continued on as co-principals of Wayne Upper Day School. There was a small party to celebrate our tenth year in June of 2001, which finished out our first ten year contract (the extension from the initial five year contract). We were signed up for another ten. We hoped to stay at least another ten after that. We loved our jobs and we loved the young men and women we worked with, the office staff and teachers and everyone else. Some staff retired over the years and new staff were hired. Mrs. Addams retired that June after thirty three years of service, and we threw her a big retirement party. The school wouldn't feel the same without her. And Mrs. Cole was due to retire after the current year. We'd do another party for her as well.
In March we got an invitation in the mail for a 'delayed' 20th high school reunion. Delayed by about two years. Eva and I wanted to go, badly, and see old faces from our past. It was being held at a hotel in Manhasset, at $150 a person! That wasn't a problem. The problem was the timing. It was scheduled for the weekend after school started, Saturday night, September 8, 2001. That first week of school is exhausting; experience told us that.
Our kids. Rachel was taking music lessons three times a week and practicing three more times. We never had to push her; if anything, she wished she had more time to play, especially the piano. The guitar she usually saved for when we played and sang together at night, before she went to bed. Most of our family tv time was spent on the news, news shows, Jeopardy! and sometimes a movie. Music was much more prominent in our home.
Connor had a great Plebe year, ranking fourth in his class, with only four thousand 'fries'. As he told us over Christmas break, "If they want to find reasons to ding you, they'll find them. A piece of lint on your coat. Your 'cover' (the cap they wore) not sitting just right on the head. I was lucky. Four thousand is nothing." Straight A's in his classes and he was running middle distance in track and he joined an acapella group. And he loved the military life. He fit right in, loved the discipline and the regimentation. And he loved the brotherhood (including the women who were, year by year, becoming more a part of Academy life). He came home for a month in July before returning for some extra sailing lessons in August. We didn't get to see him nearly enough, but he loved his life, and that was good enough for us.
Cammy continued to see Kyle exclusively from the Fall of 2000 through the winter and into the Spring of 2001. One night in April they joined us for dinner at an Italian place in South Philly and when we saw them, they were both glowing. As they sat down, my sister held her left hand in such a way that we couldn't miss the 1.5 carat diamond solitaire on her finger. Eva and I got up quickly and we congratulated them both. I shook Kyle's hand like I would my future brother, and when I hugged my sister, I could feel the rush of love flowing from her heart. "Cammy, I'm so happy for you! I see the way Kyle looks at you and I just know he's the one for you, for the rest of your life."
"Thank you, Jon. You know what I love most about him? He reminds me of you. Smart and caring. Like you are for Eva, like you were for me when I needed you. He treats me like I'm the center of his world. Just like you did." She hugged me and I was the one crying for her. They already knew they wanted to get married on New Year's Eve in a medium sized party.
That night at home, when we got ready for bed, Eva sat at her vanity, rubbing moisturizer on her arms. I was doing her back. It was a lot of fun. "I was taken by surprise tonight" my wife said as we were playful together. Sometimes this ritual led to sex, sometimes not. It was more fun when we didn't know in advance. "I'm happy for them. Kyle is so good to her."
"He is. She told me he reminds her of me, again. Personally, I don't see it. He's a super hunk and I'm fighting my middle aged spread." I smiled at her through our reflections in the mirror.
"Don't say things like that, Bear. You're a handsome man. I'm as attracted to you now as I've ever been. Look at you. No spread. No beer belly." She tapped my gut. "Nice and solid there."
"I don't drink beer anymore."
"OK, no scotch belly. You've got those strong legs from playing tennis. I think you're an incredibly sexy man. My version of the Marlboro Man. Right down to the mustache." She was smiling at me that time. She reached behind her and trailed her finger down my Pleasure Trail, making my tummy quiver. It was going to be a yes to sex night.
I reached around and caressed her breast through her nude satin short nightie. Eva closed her eyes and moaned as I lightly flicked my finger on her nipple. "See? You are a very sexy man. Twenty one years and we still get steamy for each other." She reached reached further down and found my erection, standing at attention in my boxer briefs. "You're wonderfully hard, Bear. Just the way I love you to be."
I bent over and kissed her right where her shoulder and neck met and Eva giggled in her lusty way. That sound always sent a thrill through my body. "I may be wonderfully hard, but you're magnificently soft" I whispered in her ear. Her breathing got deeper as I licked her ear and then blew my warm breath in it. "I want my soft little Angel tonight. I want you as naughty as you feel like being. I'm up for anything you want to do." Eva turned her head and our lips locked in a great kiss as I rubbed her tits harder. She turned on her bench so she was facing me without breaking our kiss.
"I'm yours, Bear. You feel like doing something very naughty tonight? Something we haven't done in a while?"
"Anything you want, my lusty Angel. I'm ready to take you however you like."
Eva lifted her head and whispered in my ear, very soft and sexy.
"Anal. It's been a very long time since I felt your lovely cock in my ass."
"Are you sure, Eva? That's what you want tonight?"
"I'm very sure. With a little something extra." Her lips gave me a few small kisses before she got up. Before we got in bed, Eva went to a box she kept in our closet, where we hoped Rachel would never snoop around, buried under other shoe boxes. She got the large bottle of lube and the vibrator we bought the year before, the one with the little bunny ears. She stood and turned to me, holding one item in each hand like it was an everyday thing to do. "Wanna play with me, Naughty Bear?"
"You don't have to ask me twice, Dirty Devil." I moved quickly to her, picked her up in my arms and I tossed her on the bed, both of us laughing.
"You love tossing me around like a sack of flour, don't you. I should punish you. Maybe next time I'll be the one fucking YOUR ass." Eva moaned while I kissed her all over her neck and chest. She had her hands all over my back and neck, and she was grabbing my ass. Vigorously.
"You don't have the equipment, lady" I said as I softly bit her earlobe.
"I can buy the equipment, buddy. I can buy a bigger dick than you've got!"
