One Last Gangbang part three
Thanks to everyone for their understanding and patience concerning part 2.
Driving across the flat boring landscape of Illinois a thought suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks.
I had never had a boyfriend, nor had I ever been a girlfriend. Oh sure, I'd had lots of guys who wanted an escort and eye candy, but never a girlfriend. At least not in the simplest sense of the word. A guy who wanted to be my friend before he was my lover. It was painfully obvious I still had much to learn in the love department. Sex I understood. Affectionate, caring love? Not so much.
The more I thought about it the more I wanted it to be Les. I want to be wooed before I'm screwed, to be special in his eyes. I want my face to be the one he'll never forget. I want it to be like those romance novels where their lips melt together in passionate kisses. I want him to hold my hand and let everyone know that I'm his girl. It dawned on me that my thinking was radically different than my past, but maybe it was time to turn a leaf and see what awaits on the other side. Maybe it was time to let a man lead the way. I had controlled my destiny since I was young. What might it be like to hook my wagon to Les's and see where it goes? I stopped in Omaha for gas. Ran the card, picked the fuel I wanted, popped the nozzle in the tank and leaned back against the car. Grabbing the phone from my pocket I called Les.
"Hi Karen. Are you home already? I haven't showered or shaved yet. It will take me about twenty minutes to get ready. I thought you would be here later."
I laughed, "No silly, I'm in Omaha getting fuel. I just wanted to call and say hi. By the way. I'm going to be one very hungry girl by the time I reach Kearney. I'll text when I get into town. By the time I get unloaded and freshen up you should be at the house."
Though we were miles apart and, on the phone, I could sense the smile through his voice, "You got it pretty lady. It's been a long week without you around, it will be so good to see you. Text me."
I responded before hanging up, "Will do. See you soon."
Throughout the drive from Omaha to Kearney one particular phrase echoed in my head over and over. He had referred to me as *pretty lady* again. With a smile and beating heart I allowed myself to lower my defense just for a moment. Would that be his pet name for me? Pretty Lady? A car cutting me off to catch an exit brought me back to my senses. *Better be careful Karen, I told myself. Don't let this relationship become a runaway train*. Then I remembered Elvis' words. I didn't want to live in the past anymore, at the same time I wasn't about to give it away either. He would have to win my love. I was determined that the next time I had sex with a man it would be because we loved one another.
I smiled as I pulled into my driveway. There sat Les on the front stoop smiling. I was waiting for the garage door to completely open when I saw him stride toward the car. As I put the car in park he was opening my door. Not a word was exchanged, he extended his hand to assist me, all the time looking deeply into my eyes and smiling. Once I was outside the car he closed the door and pulled me within a foot.
"I missed you Karen. I mean I really missed you. I hope you never go away again."
I decided that he had earned an affectionate hug. Stepping back from the hug I touched his face with my index and middle fingers sliding them gently down his cheek.
"I missed you too. Would you mind bringing my bags. I GOTTA PEE in the worst way."
He was laughing softly as I quickly scooted into the house. After relieving my bladder and freshening a smidge I met Les in the living room. It was the first time he'd been in my living room. I was scolding myself for thinking about how good he looked in that chair, almost like he belonged there. I stood before him, hands on hips, a grin on my face and asked.
"Where are you taking me for dinner cowboy?"
He grinned and stood, I liked the way he was a half a head or more taller than me as I looked into his bright baby blues.
"What are you in the mood for?" He asked.
"Meat, a thick juicy slab of meat."
I caught myself thinking *that could be taken two ways, better be careful*.
"Have you been to Ische's Steak House since you've been here?" He asked.
I was shaking my head when he smiled and said, "You won't be able to say that after tonight. I hope you're hungry. Sunday is prime rib night."
I grabbed his arm, "Let's go. I haven't eaten since breakfast."
As we drove I was grinning to myself. I kind of liked the new Karen I was becoming. I had no reason not to trust him or where he might be taking me. Maybe letting someone else, as in the man I loved, lead once in a while would be a good thing. I know that I will never be someone's doormat, at the same time I don't have to control every aspect of my life if I'm with a man I trust. Yes. The more I think about it, the more I like the me I desire to become.
Ische' Steak House wasn't a Ruths Chris sort of place but it certainly had an ambience all its own. The walls were covered with shelves displaying kitchen and household items from years past. These were true antiques, not reproductions. I wondered if the meal would be as quaint as the ambience. Was it a Michelin three- or four-star restaurant? No, but it was one of the best petite prime ribs I had ever tasted. We finished the meal by splitting a piece of cheesecake with blueberry topping. Homemade cheesecake by the way, not frozen or store bought. I was beginning to like this farm town more and more.
As we were walking out who do you suppose we ran into? Walt and Annie were with one of their daughters and her husband. We talked in the parking lot for a few minutes before parting ways. As we were walking away Annie called out.
"How is your Mom Les?"
He replied, "She's doing alright. Anxious to be somewhere warmer. I plan to move her sometime in April."
Annie continued, "Be sure to tell her I want to take her for coffee before she leaves. I'll miss her."
In the car I looked at Les, "Does everybody know everyone else's business in this town?"
He chuckled, "Nah, just people that run in the same circles. You need to realize that Kearney was nowhere the size it is now when my folks and the Morrises were growing up. Or even when I was a kid. No one knows everybody in town, people just sort of run with the group they grew up with."
Hmm, another concept I had missed out on in earlier years. I never had a group to run with so to speak. I knew lots of hookers and street girls, but we were never close. In fact I purposely distanced myself from them. My clientele were an entirely different class of people compared to the average john. I looked forward to becoming part of a close-knit group. To be seen as an integral part of Les's life if we worked out. I longed for the day when he walked into a room and someone immediately said, "Hey, where's Karen?" As though one without the other would be unusual. Leaving the parking lot he glanced my way and smiled.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"I don't know. I can't get over how pretty you are and I'm glad you're still single. Do you have time to run to the farm with me? I want to look in on Ma."
I reached and touched his forearm gently, "I'm with you cowboy. I want to meet your Mom."
