It's not possible to forget what making love to Savannah Wilson was like. She was one erotic woman, visually and physically. I can't imagine some guy dating her and not being totally in lust with her. How they could ever let her go was a mystery to me. But then, knowing Vannie as I now do, it probably wasn't their decision. She had a mind of her own, and it wasn't easy to get her to change it.
We had been making non-stop love almost from the moment she entered the apartment. We weren't saying an awful lot, other than the usual words that lovers share in their passion. Vannie loved oral sex, particularly when it was my turn to give. Her orgasms continued to amaze, still frightening me a bit with her reaction. I hadn't gotten used to them, but they didn't bother her. There were times when I wondered if she even knew they were happening.
So I asked her. "You have the most amazing orgasms. The first time I thought you were having a fit. Have they always been like this?"
She chuckled softly before answering. "No. I didn't know what a real orgasm was until I was with a man. I used to get myself off, but it wasn't like that. You know ... wild. I scared the shit out of my first lover when I had one. He thought I was epileptic and wouldn't date me again. He never knew how good it felt to me. Then ... after that ... I discovered that not all guys could make it happen. Some of them were crude, and so fast that I didn't even get a chance to have one."
"I have to admit, girl, you scared the hell out of me the first time."
"I know, but ... you got over it. Besides, that first one you gave me still ranks as numero uno in my book," she smiled.
"I won't ever forget it either. Now that I know it's how you respond, I keep trying to make it happen again."
"See ... Harry ... that's the thing that makes me love you. You're trying to make it better for me ... not for you. That's what separates you from the rest of the guys. That's what makes you special. That ... and the 'gift.'"
"The only gift I think about is the one that brought us together that morning in Ste. Maxime. Which brings up my ongoing question; when are we going to be able to be together for good?"
"Be patient, Harry. I'm working on it. My strategy counselor and I are almost there. We'll make it happen. Trust me."
"Just who is this strategy counselor?"
"I shouldn't tell you ... but ... it's Charlie."
"What! What's Charlie got to do with it?"
"She came up with a plan and we've been working on it together."
"What plan?"
"Well ... promise you won't say anything ... but she suggested I go and see that nice Mr. Brower. You know, the one that Mama didn't think was very exciting or interesting. Charlie figured that if Mama had someone to look after her that it would free me up to be with you. I wouldn't have to worry about her."
"Just what made you think you could get those two together? If I remember her comments, she didn't think he was worth her time."
"Well, Mama likes him well enough, and he's been courting her for months now and hasn't given up. So we decided that if we could help him along, maybe we could change Mama's mind."
"You're devious!" I smirked.
"I am when I have to be. You didn't think I had given up on us, did you?"
"I didn't know, but I sure hadn't given up on you," I assured her.
"I know. You kept telling me that. Anyway ... Charlie and I figured we had to move things along."
"So ... what did you do?"
"Mr. Jesse Brower got a visit from me ... a private one. I asked him if he was as serious about Mama as it appeared, and he said 'Hell Yes!' So, I had to help him along. I told him what Mama said about him, and asked him what he could do to change her opinion. He was surprised, of course. He'd been so careful to be polite and cautious around her that he wasn't being himself.
"I asked him, what he would do if he didn't worry about what she might think, and he said he didn't know, but he would probably ask her what she liked to do most. Well, that's when I told him that when my daddy was still alive, they used to go out to a roadhouse on route 84 and just dance the night away. Hell, you'd have thought I'd just told him he'd won first prize at a head smacking contest, cuz that's just what he did. Turns out he loves to dance ... honky tonk was his favorite, and that's what set the wheels in motion."
By that time, I was just shaking my head. Those two women had cooked up this plan to find a way to have Vannie and me be together without her having to worry about her Mama. Damn, that felt good. My little sister was turning out to be something special. Something I didn't recognize until just lately.
On top of that, I was the one who was going to get the reward for all their efforts. I was going to have my girl with me permanently. That called for some extra loving for this woman that was dead set on being with me. I made love to every part of her glorious body. We had the weekend together, and I don't think we left the bedroom more than a couple of times a day, and that was just for food or to use the bathroom.
I was mentally cataloguing Vannie's orgasms. They weren't all the same, but they were similar in the fact that she would stiffen, and then shake as she was overtaken with the happening. They varied only in intensity, but my god, what intensity!
"You know, your Mama and I had a talk about us, don't you?"
"No ... what did she say?"
"She wanted to know if I was serious about you. Of course, I told her I was ... I just wasn't sure if I was in love with you yet. After all, it was only a couple of weeks after we had met. I was thinking I was, but I wasn't sure. I told your mother I wanted to find out. She was more worried about what our babies would look like," I laughed.
Vannie was shaking her head. "Isn't that just like her? She was already planning the wedding. I know you made a big impression on her. She talked about how nice and smart you were. Funny, though, she never said anything about babies."
"Do you think she was worried about a mixed marriage?"
"Nope. I could tell after you left, she was trying to get me to follow you. She said she'd be fine on her own, but I knew she wouldn't be. She didn't want to move, so I had to figure out a way to make it happen. That's where Charlie came into the picture. When I first met her, I knew we were going to be good friends. It just happened. So when she figured out I was in love with you, she set about trying to help me make everyone happy. She put herself in charge of strategy."
"So ... how's it going with Mr. Brower and Mariah?"