We took the groceries to my place, put them away and shared fresh homemade subs together. We sort of knew a bakery that would cater to our personal needs. I'd had the girls make a half dozen that morning and put them on the steps when they locked up. When we entered the back door and I saw the bag on the steps I knew we'd be having subs for lunch.
Being early we laid down for a short nap. I lay in his arms feeling safe and secure. I was in panties and he in his briefs, skin to skin, a new and welcome sensation for both of us. Beyond a few tender caresses we didn't mess around. Our morning after had been busy and at times exhausting, we needed rest more than anything else. When we woke we decided to catch the 4:40 movie at the cinema.
The movie was fun. We shared a tub of popcorn and a large pink lemonade. There were several mixed race couples besides us, the cutest in our opinion was a very tall thin black guy with a very short round oriental gal. There was no mistake they were in love, he doted over her and they made out like high school kids throughout two thirds of the show. At one point I felt George nudge my side and pointed. She was on his lap facing him and though they were clothed, she was grinding like no tomorrow. I whispered.
"Would you like me to do that with you?"
"Of course I would, but not in public. They should have stayed home and screwed in a comfy bed."
Neither of us felt like cooking and stopped at a rib place called Fat Jacks. Best frickin ribs in town. The place was aptly named, as you entered there sat a HUGE wide assed man. Two stools with a cheek on each. We gave him our order, he yelled it back to the kitchen, took our money and told us to sit wherever we liked. He did this for customer after customer and only once did we see an order come out wrong. They had ordered corn bread and got toast instead, which was immediately remedied.
It was a warm enough evening we decided to walk a bit before going inside for the night. I hadn't grown up in this neighborhood, but after 4 years I knew it quite well. There were lots of folks on front porches and steps. Still light enough kids were playing hop scotch and getting groups organized for hide and seek as soon as it was dark. Those I knew called out, I would introduce my fiancΓ© and the majority were happy for us. There are always one or two who don't like something, we ignored them and walked on.
We'd gone about four blocks when I suggested we sit on a bench in front of the pharmacy.
"Puddin we can walk more if you want, but I'm reaching my limit. Last night was wonderful, but I've never had my beaver torn apart by a big cock before, and I'm still sore. I want to give you the warm creamy pussy I promised earlier, but that won't happen if we walk much further."
George surprised the hell out of me as we stood. He picked me up and was carrying me down the street toward home. I was giggling, laughing and squealing as I kept hitting him in the shoulder.
"Put me down you goofball. What are you doing?"
An old lady on the porch with her husband shouted, "What the hell you care what he's doin? He wanna carry you let him."
"I'm carrying you home, I don't want to take the chance I won't get my treat."
"Georgie. Put me down darling. I can walk, and you'll get your treat, I promise. Put me down Puddin."
Reluctantly he put me down saying he could easily carry me home if I wanted. Looking at his physique I had no doubt he was absolutely correct. I put my arm around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss as the neighbors hooted and howled their approval.
"But Puddin, I want you to save that energy so you can fill my tummy with more of your baby making juice." He looked panicked. "No sweetheart, I won't get pregnant, at least not until we're married. Then I'm going off the pill and you are going to put a baby in me."
At the apartment he wanted to talk before we made love. Wondering how long I wanted to wait until we got married? How many children did I have in mind? If he had an opportunity for advancement would I consider leaving Arkansas? Did I plan to continue baking once our kids were born? I knew his mind had been working overtime.
"Well. Let me answer them one by one. I know that I've waited for you all my life, so I'm ready to get married tomorrow. Secondly, As for how many kids? I don't want an only child like I was, at least two, but I'd like more. Third, moving? I'm not opposed to it, but wherever we go I have to be able to take Auntie and Weezy as well. They're self sufficient so that's not an issue, but I won't leave them. Fourth. My desire is to stay at home with our babies. I can hire a manager and bakers, all I'd need to do is oversee. Does that ease your mind?"
"Immensely."
"Why do you ask though? Is there something new that's developed?"
"I've been offered a position in Iowa with Dairyland Power. I'd be the foreman of a crew again but begin training for a supervisor position. I don't have to let them know for another two weeks and the move wouldn't happen for another four months if I accept it. I only want to be with you though Martha, and if that's here then that's what I want."
"But isn't it like 50 below zero up there?"
"No, heavens no. I'm not going to say it never gets below zero, but it isn't often and it doesn't last more than a few days when it does happen. If we took this position we'd be moving to a city called Decorah, population is around 8,000. It has a Kohls, a Home Depot, a Menards, A Wal-mart super center and one of their Neighborhood Market grocery stores, along with dozens of other businesses. Including about any type restaurant you want within reason."
"Yes, but what would I do? I won't know anyone there."
"You didn't know anyone here either. And there is only one fresh bakery left in town, the others have closed. An organization out of La Crosse called Kwik Trip have some of the best convenience store/gas station combinations in the country. They also sell boxes of donuts based on impulse buys. The locals go there because the other bakeries have closed. They've come to realize Kwik Trip is more convenient, but nowhere near the quality. The city is ripe for a new bakery"