Hi, A word of caution. If you are looking for blow by blow descriptions of sex it might be best to go to other author's stories. I like to think that the mind is our greatest sex organ. So I try to leave out the graphic details then you can use a little imagination.
Tam
I talk him into taking me on a road trip
Henry and his wife, my husband and I had been neighbors and friends for over fifteen years. Then within six months of each other both of our spouses had passed away. Henry turned into a recluse and I guess I may have also. A year or so after Larry's passing I was walking the area trying to get my act back together when I spotted Henry digging in the dirt around a small flower garden.
I stopped, we talked, he invited me in for a cup of coffee and I suggested we sit on his porch instead. At first things were a bit awkward. The four of us had been so very close and now it had all changed. When he brought out the second cup we had started to relax a little. By the third cup we had manger to share a few laughs.
I had enjoyed our little visit. As I got up to leave I asked if I could stop by next week for another cup. Henry seemed delighted with the idea and so it was set up. For the next month every Wednesday I would stop and we would drink coffee and chat. When Henry started having sweet rolls to go along with our coffee was I delighted. I thought that maybe I was ready to join the world again. The fact that Henry seemed to look forward to our little coffee klatches certainly helped.
The weather started to turn cool and we would wear sweaters or light jackets as we sat around on his porch. Then it got close to cold. When he asked, "Would it be ok if we went inside? I baked a pie and we could have a piece of it while we drank the brew." I was a little uncomfortable at first but by the time the slice of pie was gone I had relaxed. So during December our Wednesday coffee was inside his house.
By now I was very comfortable with Henry. We shared so many stories. I may have developed a slight crush on him. He was always the gentleman, very polite, generous and I felt safe with him.
Around the middle of January he told me that he was planning a little trip to the southwest and was leaving in three weeks. I guess I was a little surprised and disappointed. My coffee drinking buddy was going to leave me. I hid my feelings and brought out the details of his plans. I knew he had an RV so I should have figured out that it meant he went places with it.
Now Henry was a bit of an introvert, never the one to try and push his ideas on others. In group settings he would sit, listen and rarely share his view point. In a small group, three or four, he would sometimes speak his piece. Me, I'm the opposite, always willing to tell you my opinion. With just the two of us he was able to relax and be himself.
That night I was unhappy. Henry was going to be gone. I didn't remember was it going to be a month, maybe longer? Damn it, did I have feelings that were more than friendship? Did I want a closer relationship with the man? What was he feeling? I knew he was enjoying our Wednesdays'. He had remarked more than ounce that it was the high point of his week.
All the week I stewed over my dilemma and by the next Wednesday I was going to bring a resolution to my problem.
As Henry gave me my second cup I decided it was now or never. "Henry...I'm going to miss our Wednesdays. And so...I was thinking...maybe...if you wanted...I could maybe...you know...go with. I could help with gas and stuff." He looked surprised, his eyes were big and his mouth seemed to hang open. I couldn't take it. I had made a complete fool of myself. He didn't have the same feeling I had. I ran for the door and as I passed through I was pulling my jacket on.
By the time I made it home I was crying. I had ruined my friendship. How stupid am I? If he had wanted more than what we had he would have made some kind of indication right? Well no, maybe not. Henry was not only an introvert he was also a bit on the shy side. I wonder are the two traits the same or do they go together like a hand and a glove.
Could I patch this up? Would he want to be friends anymore? I mean I had practically thrown myself at him. Would he or could he want to even speak to me again? After I thought it over all that day and into Thursday afternoon when I decided there was only one way to find out.
I sent him an e-mail. Telling him I was so very sorry about what I had done. Could he please forget what I had asked? Would he forgive me? If he was willing can we just return to the past?
I sat by my computer the rest of the day, waiting. The only thing that showed up was some spam. Nothing from Henry and I was thinking that I had really messed it up. Friday there was still no response and I cried myself to sleep that night.
Saturday I didn't even turn the machine on. Sunday, after the noon football game was over I started the computer up. As normal after running the virus update I opened up the e-mail program. I was greeted with six pieces of spam, a message from my daughter with pictures of her baby boy and then one from Henry. Damn it, it was dated yesterday. Why didn't I check before this? Should I open it? What if he was disgusted with me? What if he was telling me that he didn't want to ever see me again?
I was afraid to look. So I downloaded the baby boy picture and admired him for a while. I decided to print it and put it in a frame. I knew I was just putting off what had to be done. His answer wasn't going to change over time. Whatever he wrote was waiting so I might as well read it.
So I went to the kitchen and made supper. Another hour was ok right, why should I ruin my supper? So I zapped a frozen pizza. One of those little personal ones that is not all that tasty.
