Chapter 03: Emily and I "Get Serious" and Complications Grow
Friday, I caught the American Airlines flight for LaGuardia but had to change plans in Chicago. Every airport was a mob scene and I wondered about my sanity as well as that of the thousands of people I saw doing what I was doing. When the flight was taxiing into the terminal at LGA I tried to call Emily but all I got was her answering service. I left a brief message that I was back in the City and I'd call her later or she could call my cell; I left the number.
I was just coming through airport security when I saw Emily scanning the arriving passengers. She saw me and lit up like a Christmas tree. "DAVID," she screamed and started to run to me. I think everyone was turning to look at me but by then she was wrapped around me and kissing me wildly. I swung her around.
"What are you doing here? You are a delight."
"Well, I figured out which flight you should be on and I have a surprise I hope you'll like," Emily said enthusiastically. She added, "I mean besides me being here. I'm so glad I found you. I was afraid you might have taken another flight. I've got to get my cell phone fixed."
Emily led me out of the building to short-term parking. She explained, "I have a car for the weekend and we're going to take a little trip. Hopefully we'll get to where we're going before the sun goes down;" she glanced up at the evening sky.
I told her, "I'm yours for the weekend. I don't have to go back to Kansas City until Tuesday morning."
We tossed my bags in the back of her rental car. I saw she had a suitcase there too. I'd already figured we were going someplace other than the City and now I was sure of it.
Emily wheeled out of the airport making smooth changes from one parkway to another and then we were headed east on the Long Island Expressway. Fortunately traffic wasn't too bad. She turned off about twenty miles later and drove through Oyster Bay and then that town was behind us and we were headed for Bayville. Emily stopped at one point and we picked up a few groceries, a jug of wine, and some Italian sub sandwiches. I'd been here once before but never gone further than Bayville.
Emily passed through some large stone gates on Center Island Road. The homes that we could see were suddenly palatial. She said to me, "Look for Harbor Drive. It'll be on the right." A few minutes later we both saw the sign at the same time. She turned in the tree-lined street and drove a short distance to the end. She then pulled into the driveway of a beautiful two-story house with a hip roof. She parked in front and announced enthusiastically, "We're here!"
"I'm impressed, but where's here?" I asked.
"We're house sitting for the weekend. Well, actually we're mooching. This house belongs to a friend's parents and they're in Europe for a month. When I told her about you -- us, she offered us the place for the weekend -- she's off with her guy for the weekend somewhere else. I've never been here either yet I already love it. Can't you imagine living out here?" I nodded appreciating the implication that "living here" implied our being together -- for a long time in the future.
We got out of the car and Emily produced a set of keys and opened the front door to the lavish but tastefully decorated home. The interior of the house opened to a large deck at the back of the house that faced west. The sun had set but the clouds surrounding the sunset were bright and orangey with streaks of gray. We both gravitated through the house and into the backyard; we walked down to the water's edge. We kicked our shoes off and waded into the waters of Long Island Sound. I wrapped my arms around Emily and we just stood nuzzling one another in the knee deep water. My heart was beating fast again; I was in love.
As darkness overtook us we unloaded the car and learned about the rest of the house. We ended up eating our informal dinner on the back deck. I was amazed at how few insects there were. Emily sat right next to me; she said she had to have part of her touching me to be happy. I was happy with that too. Eventually, I put my arm around her and pulled her too me as the last light faded completely from the sky.
"Make love to me now," Emily said. "Out here. Here on the deck." She pulled me over to a chaise just barely large enough for the two of us, shedding her clothing along the way. I liked that idea and lost the rest of my clothes too. The two of us cuddled into one another, showering kisses on each other. Then there was a lot of tongue action and mouth action. Emily hardened me up, her sexy body dimly illuminated from a few lights deep in the house. Then I brought Emily into the game with a long cunnilingus session that she appeared to relish as she got on the step of having orgasm after orgasm.
We finally coupled, Emily mounting my prone form and skewering herself on my rigid pole until there was no further joining that we could think to do. We became as one for a few minutes. We rotated together for a long time, approaching heaven's doorway then backing away. Actually, Emily came a couple of more times as she helped me hold off. Then we mutually decided to end this round of our lovemaking and I blasted my cum into her body as she experienced her pleasure seizure over me.
Emily collapsed atop me, her generous breasts brushing her rigid nipples into my chest. The air had a chill to that fueled their erectness. I used my hands to stroke her as she rose and kissed me some more. We just couldn't get enough of each other.
Eventually we gathered our clothes and went inside, turning off the lights and locking the doors, as we migrated to the guest room Emily had chosen for us. We made love again then slipped into slumber land locked together.
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Emily and I made love first thing the next morning. There was a lot of staring into each other faces searching for feelings, emotions and words that made us grow ever closer to one another.
The house had a swimming pool and we found the water temperature bracing but acceptable, so we went skinny-dipping. As we swam we often just held each other as we treaded water and held each other, usually kissing or cooing at each other. Emily's body was so easy on the eyes that I often had a hard time looking her in the face; instead in my perpetual state of horniness I confessed that she just kept turning me on and cranking me up higher and higher up the sexually aroused scale. Emily said, "Good," and massaged my semi-flaccid penis some more.
We got out, dried off and Emily resisted my advance to make love again on the outdoor chaise. "We've got things to do and places to go," she said. We dressed and drove into Bayville where we found a shore side restaurant where we could have brunch. We sat and talked ... and talked.
"What's your philosophy about marriage?" she asked. If any other woman had asked me that question I would have run as fast as I could in the opposite direction; coming from Emily I only hoped my response to her question was adequate.
I started, "Well, I'm waiting for the right woman to come along -- if she hasn't already;" I looked deep into Emily's eyes and held her hands across the table with my own. I went on, "I want kids too but I don't want a dependent wife. I want a relationship -- a deep one -- with an equal not a subservient 'little woman.'
"I think two people who are really in love should be committed to each other's growth and development, even in areas they're not interested in. Members of the relationship should have the flexibility to expand themselves as they see fit. I don't want someone dependent on me for all their needs; I couldn't do it and they'd tire of it in any case. A couple should be two independent, unique beings that share themselves rather than give themselves to each other. And they'll keep other friends and develop new ones together and independently."
I went on, "There are a lot of 'standard' roles people try to fit around a marriage -- husband, father, lover, wife, mother, harlot, mistress, companion, friend, cook, housekeeper, babysitter, playmate, provider, supporter, and ..." I took a deep breath, "I can't think of any more right this second. But, I think they're all rubbish and I want to start all over again with whomever I marry. I don't want us to have fixed roles. How depressing to adopt a role and then try to fill it for the next twenty or forty or sixty years."
Emily was nodding encouragingly and smiling at me, yet with a thoughtful expression on her face. Finally, she said, "You've thought so much more about this than I have. I just sort of accepted that you moved from the excitement of courtship into a marriage. I guess I never thought about what it was like once you get there."
I ventured, "I have, in part I guess because I watched my older sister marry, have kids and then divorce. She tried to fill most the roles I mentioned and then figured out that she couldn't fill them to her husband's satisfaction. Bummer! He was doing the same thing. It was a house of cards. There was no flexibility in their marriage. It was rigid. More than that it wasn't based on trust or sharing or even a lot of communication. It was based on trying to be good performers in the roles they had fixed in their minds. Her husband eventually had an affair and the house of cards tumbled down -- no flexibility, no discussion about why, no self examination, no growth from the experience, just isolation, jealousy and then divorce."
Emily leaned forward and asked, "Where do you start with something like all this? What would you do differently?"
"Well, the people in the relationship both need a strong sense of self. How can you give of yourself to another if you don't know who you are? Then I think there has to be an open dialogue about expectations -- not to lock them in but to be sure everyone is on the same page from day to day. I mentioned flexibility and communications. I can't over emphasize the equality and independent identity each must maintain. Then there's the sense of love without jealousy and the sharing of peak experiences -- or just experiences with each other. To me THAT's what marriage is all about."
I added, "Just to emphasize, marriage is NOT about fixed roles, a static changeless framework, a closed sense of smothering togetherness, avoiding change, unequal status, conditional love, jealousy or possession of each other." At that I took a deep breath and said, "WHEW! Probably more about marriage and relationships and philosophy than you wanted to know."
"Oh no," Emily said promptly, "Exactly what I wanted to know." She came around the table and kissed me. Several other patrons looked at us with smiles as she did this. I hugged her. She went back and sat down.
"What about you?" I asked. "Did any of what I said put you off? I haven't asked, but I'd sure like to think of us as a couple beyond a couple that's had a couple of fantastic and sexy weekends together."
"Oh, David," Emily said as she grasped my hands tighter in hers across the table. "Oh, yes! We're a couple. I'm your girlfriend. You're my boyfriend." She had a tear in the corner of her eyes.
"Well," I stated, "it's probably easier to talk about all this stuff than to live it. The true test is in the doing." I paused and said, "Come, let's take a walk along the beach."
