A Christmas To Remember 13

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© 2024 Candy_Kane54

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... The package I had sent away for had finally arrived in the mail. I took it inside and sat down at the table, not wanting to wait to see what was inside. I opened it and found all of the information that I needed to begin my studies and fulfill my life-long wish to be a nurse. I began reading about the Nursing program at Wright State University and started planning what courses to take in my first semester.

This was going to be a big step for me since I had graduated from high school eighteen years ago in 1971 and hadn't seen the inside of a classroom since. I had always been a good student, even getting offers for scholarships. Instead of pursuing an advanced degree, I spent my time chasing boys, partying, and spending time at the beach. After eighteen years spent working menial jobs, including seven years raising two boys nearly all on my own, I was ready for something new. Now I had a great partner who made me feel good about myself and I wanted to take this opportunity to make her proud of me.

When I first broached the subject with Virginia, it seemed she was more excited about it than I was. I could tell she was sincere in her desire to support me in this effort and I loved her even more for that. It had been so long since I was in school so Virginia urged me to get some used textbooks and refresh myself on the basics: English, Math, and Science. It was tough at first but I was amazed at how quickly everything came back to me. Despite my spending most of my time partying and chasing after the boys, I had been a good student in high school, so I had learned the subjects even though I had never actually put them into practice.

By the time I decided to pursue an education, there wasn't enough time to start it while living in El Segundo, due to Virginia needing to look for a new assignment. Now that we had settled in our new place in Beavercreek, I could finally start making it happen. I had two universities to choose between: Wright State University (WSU) and the University of Dayton (UD). WSU was near the base and was closer and more accessible than UD was, since there was no direct route to UD while WSU was right off of I-675. Due to that, I had sent away for WSU's enrollment package as soon as we were settled in.

Thinking about Virginia made me remember how my meeting her had changed my life. She made me feel so loved after all of the men I had hoped would want me to be a partner in their lives had let me down by only wanting sex and not having any interest in what I wanted or interest in getting to know my boys. Not that I didn't enjoy the sex, but I wanted more than that. I had even married the father of my two boys, hoping he'd be the one, but he didn't want anything to do with being tied down to one women with two children and left me in the hospital with my newborn son, Mark, in my arms. It had never occurred to me that what I had wanted for all of those years would be found with another woman. At least it hadn't until that first meeting over four years ago.

Thinking about that first time made my nipples ache and stand up, and my pussy heat up and flow as I remembered how I had reacted to seeing her that first time. My right hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and into my panties, cupping my hot and wet pussy, while my left hand slid up under my tee and cupped my left breast, my hard nipple scoring the palm of my hand. My forefinger found its way between my folds and into my hole, quickly followed by my middle finger, stretching me and filling me as my fingertips brushed my G-spot. I captured my stiff nipple between my forefinger and thumb and began pinching, pulling, and rolling my nipple as I imagined it was Virginia's hands on my body...

December 21, 1990

I was finishing the last of my Christmas shopping at the Dayton Mall, picking up the last few gifts for Virginia before she got home. After loading my bags into the minivan, I took off, eager to return home. I needed to be there when the boys got home from school. They attended Ankeney Junior High School, with Matthew in 9th grade and Mark in 7th grade, so they would be on the same bus. This was their last school day until after the New Year, so they'd be home for the next two weeks.

I needed to go to the airport to pick up Virginia, who had been on a Temporary DutY assignment (TDY) to Martin Marietta in Orlando all week. The boys could have taken care of themselves at home while I went to the airport to pick up Virginia, but they wanted to go, too. I couldn't blame them since they loved Virginia as much as they loved me, and I knew Virginia loved them as much as I did.

I was looking forward to Virginia getting home, having missed waking up spooned against her for the past five nights. Ever since she offered her home to me and the boys five years ago, life had been so good that I had to occasionally stop and pinch myself to remind myself I wasn't dreaming. I missed her terribly while she was gone, but we made up for it with our 'welcome home' sex that I couldn't wait to indulge in.

I made it home and went into my bedroom to change and freshen up before the boys arrived. After I stripped and washed up, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, checking myself out, imagining that Virginia was looking at me in the mirror and wondering how she saw me. We were both the same height and similarly built, so we could easily wear each other's clothes. I turned back and forth, looking at my body, proud of how it looked despite having two children. I had been careful to care for myself, using yoga to keep my body firm and supple.

I had to look closely to see the few faint stretch marks in my creases and under my breasts, remembering how my breasts swelled with milk with each baby I had. My nipples stood up and ached, and my pussy heated up as I remembered how Virginia would always pay additional attention to the stretch marks, telling me how they were badges of honor. I momentarily cupped my breasts, proud of how they were still perky and didn't sag even though I just had my 38th birthday. Despite the impulses zinging through my body, I resisted the urge to pleasure myself, wanting to save myself for Virginia tonight.

I stepped away from the mirror and completed my toilet, dressing prettily for Virginia, finishing up by wearing my squash blossom turquoise necklace that Virginia had gifted me our first year together. Just as I finished and walked out into the living room, I heard the bus stop outside and headed to the door. I opened the door as the boys came dashing up, both calling out, "Hi, Mom!"

I stood back to let them in, getting a hug and a "Love you, Mom" from each of them in turn. They were smiling, seeing how I was dressed, and dashed off to their room when I said, "Go get cleaned up. It's time to go get Virginia!"

As I went to get a coat to wear, I listened to them talk excitedly about what they wanted to tell Virginia when they saw her, referring to her as 'Mom 2.0.' I smiled at the thought of how much they loved Virginia and how much she loved them in return. In the seven years between their father leaving us and my meeting Virginia, I had dated several guys who never really wanted to get to know the boys or have anything to do with them. Virginia was the first one who professed any interest in the boys and actually initiated getting together with them and getting to know them. Since then, she had always included them in activities, and knowing that just made me love her even more.

When the boys came out, I checked them out to make sure they looked presentable. They were both getting taller, getting their height from their father, so I had to look up to meet their eyes. It was unnecessary since they loved Virginia so much that they wanted to look nice for her. I told them how handsome they looked and how Virginia would be glad to see them, drawing broad smiles from them as they both grabbed their coats and said, "Let's go, Mom!"

We got in the minivan and took off, getting on I-675 and taking it north to I70, where I headed west until getting to the exit to the airport. I was glad the weather was holding off, and I was not expecting any snow until later in the weekend. I pulled into the short-term parking and found a spot near the main entrance to the terminal. We got out and headed inside, the boys opening and holding the doors for me like the gentlemen they were. I smiled and thanked them, knowing they also enjoyed doing it for Virginia.

We checked the main board to see what gate Virginia's flight was coming in on and headed there. I did have to chide the boys to slow down since they were so eager to see Virginia and were practically running. As always, we stopped to view the murals on the walls that showed the progression of flight from the Wright brothers to now. The boys always loved the pictures of the modern fighters, knowing that Virginia was working on the next-generation fighter being developed for the Air Force. They had been as excited as Virginia was when both prototypes made their first flights earlier this year. We eventually made it to the gate, and just as we got there, the attendant announced that the flight had just arrived at the gate and opened the door to the jetway.

We stood back, not wanting to crowd the entryway. The boys started discussing who would see 'Mom 2.0' first as the passengers began coming out the door. I just smiled, knowing that it would be okay for them to show excitement at Virginia's return while I would have to be more discreet. She would be in uniform, and we couldn't show our feelings for each other in public due to the proscription against homosexuality in the military. I understood why we had to act that way, but it still chafed me that heterosexual couples could express their love for each other in public while Virginia and I couldn't.

Finally, Virginia came out of the door, and when I saw her, my chest tightened. A pulse zinged through my body as I saw how beautiful she looked in her uniform despite a long, hard day of work and travel. I saw how intently Virginia scanned the area, looking for me, her glance making many people react like prey animals that sensed the eyes of a predator on them. The boys spotted her and excitedly rushed forward to greet her while I stayed where I was, content to greet Virginia once she had a moment with the boys.

Our eyes met across the waiting area, and I fell into those sapphire pools. My breath caught in my throat, and the world went away momentarily as our unspoken feelings for each other were instantly exchanged in that glance. After what seemed like forever but was just a few seconds, our gaze broke, and I realized that I had stopped breathing and had to gasp in some air.

Virginia spotted the boys heading for her, and a broad smile broke over her face when she turned to meet them as they ran up to her. I loved how Virginia gave her complete attention to the boys when interacting with them, making them the center of her world. She hugged each one in turn, and I knew Virginia was telling them how much she loved them and missed them while she was gone. The boys were smiling, too, and I knew they were reveling in her love for them.

After Virginia hugged and kissed each one, the boys grabbed her hands and practically dragged her behind them to bring her up to me. I stood there, smiling as they approached. Once Virginia reached me, I said, "I'm glad to see you, Virginia," instead of what I really wanted to do, which was pull her in for a kiss that would take both our breaths away. Instead, I greeted her as if she was just a friend. Virginia was smiling widely, too, going along with the charade, but I could see the smoldering heat in her eyes that told me she felt the same way for me that I felt for her.

"I'm glad to see you, too, Bonnie."

"How was your trip?"

"It went smoothly, and we got a lot done."

"Good! Let's go get your luggage," I said, eager to get out of here and back home where I could properly welcome Virginia back. The boys excitedly ran ahead while Virginia and I calmly walked to the baggage return. As we walked, we kept exchanging glances, and the heat in my pussy burned hotter and hotter, threatening to overwhelm me. My nipples ached and stood up, and I had to resist the impulse to reach up and massage them to ease the ache. The look in Virginia's eyes told me what she wanted to do with me, and I hoped she could see in my eyes that I wanted her to.

All too soon, we reached the baggage return and met up with the boys, who were eagerly discussing who would spot her bag first. Virginia and I just stood back, letting the boys enjoy their competition. I loved how they could be competitive without letting it affect their relationship. Virginia had a lot to do with that, always encouraging them to work together and engaging both of them to get their input whenever she interacted with them. Mark, who had been so retiring and shy before meeting Virginia, had come out of his shell, thanks to her. The boys worked well together, and Mark was willing to chime in with his thoughts now instead of always deferring to Matthew.

When Virginia's bag finally showed up, the boys began discussing whose turn it was to carry Mom 2.0's bag this time. Before it got too heated, Virginia stepped in. She said, "I believe it's Mark's turn this time," settling the argument without fuss. Mark widely smiled as he wrestled with the bag to get it off the carousel, and Matthew gracefully ceded his claim and helped Mark. Virginia and I shared a smile as we headed for the exit, the boys leading the way in their eagerness to get home. I shared their sentiment, and I knew Virginia did, too.

Once we got to the minivan, the boys put Virginia's bag in the back before climbing into the back seat. As was her custom, Virginia sat between the two boys in the back seat while I drove home. Virginia always used this time to catch up with the boys, wanting them to know that she loved them and wanted to be a part of their lives despite her traveling so much. It also gave Virginia the opportunity to tell them what she could about what she had done while gone. The boys were fascinated by what Virginia told them and hung onto her every word.

Not wanting anything to happen to the precious cargo in the back, I carefully drove home, retracing the route I had taken earlier to get to the airport. I glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time, hoping to get a look from Virginia in return. When I did meet her gaze, we exchanged smiles, and I heated up, eager to get home. I didn't begrudge the time she spent with the boys since we'd have our time later tonight. I listened in on their conversations, happy that Virginia didn't talk down to them but treated them as equals.

When Matthew began discussing the ongoing World Chess Championship match between Karpov and Kasparov, Virginia had no problem with discussing the match with him and how Kasparov was up by two points with three games left and was likely to retain his crown. When they started discussing how Karpov had opened Game 21 with the King's Indian opening, I stopped listening and paid attention to my driving. I could tell by the look on his face that Matthew was delighted that Virginia was seriously discussing the match with him.

Finally, I pulled into the driveway, glad to have made it home safely. The boys piled out of the minivan, eager to get Virginia's bag out of the back, while Virginia and I exited the vehicle more sedately. I took Virginia's hand in mine, and we shared a smile as we walked up to the front door. I unlocked the door and pushed it open just as the boys went bustling past us, taking Virginia's bag into the house and on into our bedroom.

As soon as the boys were out of sight and the door was closed, we stepped into each other's arms, and I finally got to welcome Virginia home. Knowing we'd only have seconds before the boys returned, I wasted no time leaning into Virginia for a kiss. When our lips met, we both moaned softly as our arms tightened around each other. The feel of her lips against mine, and her body against mine, sent impulses through my body, and my pussy heated up and started flowing. As much as I wanted to melt with Virginia, we broke our kiss before it got out of hand and stepped away from each other just as the boys burst into the living room.

I turned to them and said, "Virginia needs to go and change before resting up a bit. Why don't you two go and start getting Grandma's room ready for her before we have dinner?"

"Okay, Mom," the boys echoed, big smiles creasing their faces before they headed off to do what I asked. We had found out last night that Mom and Kathy were coming for Christmas this year, driving cross-country since Kathy was afraid of flying. We were looking forward to seeing Kathy because we hadn't seen her since we moved here over a year and a half ago.

I turned back to Virginia, cupped her cheek with my left hand, and said, "I'll see you in a bit, my love."

"I'll be expecting you, my love," she husked, pressing into my hand and sending thrills through my body.

We parted, and I headed into the kitchen to get the lasagna I had pre-made this morning from the refrigerator and into the oven. I then checked in on the boys and found them hard at work getting the spare bedroom ready for Mom and Kathy's arrival. Knowing I'd have some time now, I hurried into my bedroom, making sure the door was closed behind me. I heard the shower running and quickly skinned out of my clothes, de-jeweled, and pinned my hair up into a loose bun before heading into the bathroom.

I quickly slipped into the shower and up behind Virginia. I wrapped my arms around her core and pulled her in tight, crushing my breasts against her shoulder blades and pulling her ass back against my pussy as I said, "Need any help?"

Virginia leaned back against me and husked, "I suppose I could use some help with my back."

"Oh?" I murmured as my hands slid up and cupped her breasts, gently massaging them. "You don't need any help here?"

"No," Virginia moaned. "Just my back."

"Or here?" I asked as my right hand slid down over her core and cupped her hot pussy, giving it a little squeeze.

Virginia's breath caught for a beat before she moaned, "No, just my back."

I captured her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it as I crushed her breast, and started working my middle finger between her folds, lubricating it with her hot juices before plunging it into her hole as I nuzzled her ear and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Oh, God, no," Virginia hissed as she arched her back, pressing her shoulder blades into my breasts and thrusting her hips, driving my entire finger into her hole.

"That's too bad," I husked before I pulled my hands away, leaving Virginia quivering as a disappointed moan escaped her lips. "I was really looking forward to washing your back."

To make my point, I pulled away from Virginia, turned, and grabbed the washcloth and body wash. "Oh, you bitch," Virginia husked as she nearly lost her balance, only catching it by leaning forward, her palms flat on the tiles.

I smiled when I heard that. Virginia hardly ever swore, keeping herself under rigid control most of the time. Her calling me a bitch like that let me know that she felt safe letting her tight control loose around me, letting me take over. Usually, Virginia was the pitcher, and I was the catcher, but when she came home after a TDY, we reversed roles. Virginia had explained to me early in our relationship that she preferred being in control when we made love. She enjoyed making me scream her name, only letting me make her scream my name once she was sure I had thoroughly enjoyed myself. I didn't mind that, but I also enjoyed being in control sometimes. I was looking forward to tonight when I would dictate the terms of our lovemaking.