[Note: This is a romance story with some erotic scenes. It is
not
a story with erotic scenes in every chapter. Some chapters have incredible sex scenes, but many others have none.]
Claire
For once, the 'how' was not so important. The Foundation had tracked them back to their hotel. They had planted a bomb in their car. How, when, and why, didn't seem to matter.
Because Goldie was gone.
Harry was stunned into inaction. It was Claire who came to her senses first. She called a taxi, and got them to the airport as soon as possible. Soon enough they were on a plane for Savannah, Georgia.
"Why Georgia?" Harry had asked.
"Why not?" Claire had said.
Harry understood her reasons better when they drove in the air car she rented at the airport to Hilton Head, South Carolina.
A resort town.
Harry didn't feel like being at a resort, and told her so. Claire told him it was a good a place as any to rest and recover. It was late April, and the average daytime highs were in the 70's at Hilton Head.
Harry stayed in their hotel room the entire time, only leaving for meals. For five days he cried and hugged a pillow.
Goldie, his poor Goldie! He had loved her, he really did.
Harry realized that when he had told Alexandra that he loved her, that he hadn't, not really. Back then he hadn't really understood what love really was. No, the only woman he had truly loved was Goldie. He thought about all their wonderful times together. He thought about their passionate unofficial honeymoon in Hawaii. How they had watched the sunsets together. How they had made love at the base of a tremendous waterfalls. How Goldie had danced for him at the Luau, in that coconut cup bra and grass skirt. The smile on her face when she danced for him.
Now it no longer seemed to matter how much of her love was programmed and how much was real. For Harry, the experience had been entirely real.
And now she was gone.
For five days and five nights he sobbed in the bedroom. Claire let him grieve. There was nothing she could say to mitigate his pain.
And then, on the fifth night, when Harry was tossing restlessly in bed, he heard the bedroom door open.
"Claire?" he said.
"No," the figure said. "It's me, Goldie." He felt a shock as a warm, nude, feminine body slid into bed next to him. Harry only had underwear on, and felt his penis started to become shamefully erect as the woman pressed her soft body against his.
"Goldie?" he said, in a confused voice.
"Shhhh," she said. She started kissing him. Her lips felt so soft, so plush against his. He kissed her back, sobbing.
"Goldie... Goldie..."
"It's me, dear," she said. "I'm here for you."
But Harry knew this couldn't be true. In the dim light he could see that her hair was much thicker than Goldie's. Her breasts, which were pressed against him, were much larger than Goldie's. Her lips were even plusher than Goldie's. What was pressed against him was a much more feminine version of Goldie.
It aroused him even further, until his thing was hard against her belly. He felt shamefully embarrassed. He started to speak, but she shushed him again. "Shhhh, my darling. Let Goldie do all the work," she whispered. And then she reached into his underwear, and felt him. "Hard, just the way I like it," she said, and he could see a faint gleam in her eyes.
She stopped kissing him long enough to pull off his underwear; he lifted his bottom up to help her. He was very much aware of how he was cooperating with this. All of it.
She mounted him, pressing her pubis against his. He felt the roughness of her pubic hair against his erect organ. She started to kiss him again. " Isn't that much better?" she whispered.
"Claire-"
"Goldie. It's always Goldie," she whispered, and she kissed him so passionately, that the debate of who, or what, was kissing him was driven fully from his mind. She rubbed her groin in a circular motion against him, and grinned when she heard him groan. She lifted herself up, and grabbed him by a feminine hand, and inserted him into her.
She felt like Goldie on the inside... but different. Wetter, moister. There was a little less friction, and yet it was still tremendously stimulating, as the head of his organ rubbed against her inner walls.
As she moved up and down over him, he saw the beautiful outline of her breasts, her breasts which were so much larger than Goldie's, hanging down over her, swaying up and down, back and forth, as she worked herself up and down on him.
It was too exciting for him to bear. "Aaaahhh," said Harry. "Goldie, I don't think I can hold it in much longer."
She moved her mouth to his ear, and kissed it. "Then let it go, darling. Let it all go."
"Aaaahh... yessss... yesss.. yesss..." said Harry. He felt himself crossing an invisible line, the head of his penis twitched, and then he exploded inside of her. "Aaaaaah.... Claire!" he said, as he climaxed.
He was so exhausted, that he instantly drifted off into sleep, without being aware of whether he had fully seen to her needs.
*********
Harry woke up slowly. He had had an incredible dream. First he had been with Goldie, and then she had turned into Claire... his eyes widened as he saw Claire, lying next to him, watching his face. And smiling.
"Good morning, dear," she said. She leaned over and kissed him. Harry was too astonished to respond.
When she pulled back, he said, "Claire... did you... did we....?"
"You needed it," said Claire. "You've been moping around for almost a week. Harry, I can't imagine the mental anguish you experienced. But you need to start to move on."
"But... wouldn't it be disrespecting her memory...."
She grabbed his hand. "Dear, if Goldie were here, what would she tell you to do?"
"To get on with my life." Harry was sure of it.
"She's right, dear, gentle Harry," said Claire. "You shouldn't feel you're betraying her memory by enjoying life. In fact, by embracing life, you're honoring it. Goldie was always someone who grabbed life by the saddle, and lived it to the fullest. You should, too."
"I... suppose," said Harry. "That's why you brought me here, isn't it? To help me... snap out of it?"
"That's right," said Claire. "Now, are you ready to get up, and stop moping, and try to enjoy life? Just a little?"
"All right," said Harry.
He got dressed and showered, the first time in days.
They went down and had breakfast. Then Claire took him to a local botanical garden. It was early May, and the flowers were blooming.
"Isn't that beautiful?," said Claire, pointing to a long rows of rose bushes, in all different colors.
"Yes," said Harry.
"What do you think of that yellow one, Harry? That's Yellow Jessamine, the state flower of South Carolina," said Claire. She proceeded to identify each flower they came across, one by one and told Harry something about them.
"You know so much about flowers," said Harry. "I thought your field of study was Biomathematics."
