I've been writing for sometime now. Once in a while, I'll start with a story that 'develops a life of its own'. This is one of those stories. It began life as a small multipart story and now it's growing in a number of directions that I never expected! I took some time and got organized with plot branching, story, character arcs, etc. Hopefully, god willing and the river don't rise, I'll be back on my chapter schedule this month!
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I actually turned in a little early on Monday night. Tuesday was going to be a big day! Elaine and I did our usual 'thing' for breakfast. I was eating granola made up of nuts, grains, twigs, and gravel that I get at the Whole Foods store. Keeps things moving. I guess I looked lost in thought.
"The 'Dream' again?"
"Yeah. The one part, the orange sky has become more ocher and opaque. The fall into the earth has changed too."
"Why don't you write down the differences? Maybe you'll see a pattern!" She suggested.
"Interesting idea."
I left first, around 10 am. Driving north on the Golden Gate would be against commuter traffic and fairly smooth. Picking up the boat, and heading back into the City and across the bay was a different story! Traffic was a nightmare and I didn't arrive at Ed's shop until noon! Ed's shop had a huge yard with an automatic gate. I pulled the truck in, backed the boat into where Darrell wanted to work on it, and then drove it to a bay. Manny was going to give the truck the once over. He did the usual fluids check, then raised it on the lift. He walked around underneath, twisting the drive lines, checking the brakes, and looking for whatever was out of place.
"Where's El Jefe?" I asked.
"He's out buying pizza for lunch."
"Pizza on a Tuesday? A little odd." I observed.
"He's in one of his 'moods'. He's a little maudlin about something. You know how he gets."
"Yeah. I think it's that passionate Catholic thing!"
Manny cracked a crooked grin.
Ed returned and I carried the pizzas to the lunch room. We ate and I went out into the yard to see if I could give Darrell a hand with getting the trolling motor installed. He had found 3 AGM deep cycle batteries that were half the weight of the old lead acid. He was missing a wiring harness and wouldn't be able to get it until tomorrow. Not a problem, I'll come back on Thursday, bring the boat back to storage, and get ready for Saturday. I went into the office and Ed's office manager, Linda, was having computer problems. Being the geek that I am, I have a soft-sided flash drive case with computer repair tools on the drives. I carry it in my messenger bag. The problems were simple and she was up and running in short order.
It was quitting time and I went out to the patio area, behind the shop. He had one corner that was covered with translucent fiberglass panels. Manny moved a number of palms, elephant ear, and palmetto in and around. It was nice on a hot day. I grabbed a beer and Ed was having some of his Kentucky sippin' whiskey!
"So, you have Manny talking about you. What's up?" I asked.
"Oh, no worries. I've been thinking about 'redemption'. I went to mass on Sunday and someone sat down beside me. It was Jake. Needless to say, that was a surprise, to say the least! We went out to eat after and he had some interesting things to tell me. He's back in outpatient recovery. Voluntary! I know how many times I've said that this time is different, but this time, it is!" He said.
"What makes you think it's different?"
"He hasn't asked for anything!" He proclaimed, raising an eyebrow. He went on to talk about realizing how losing his leg and the aftermath that followed. They both lost touch.
"Do you remember when I finally got out of the hospital, you gave me a tablet with an audiobook subscription?" Ed asked.
"Sure."
"Well, one of the free books included was Moby Dick. That story hit me!" He revealed.
"Care to share?"
"When I came back from Iraq with pieces missing, I realized it was more of a devastation than I first imagined. I felt I let down my men, the Corps, and my family, and I wasn't a man! I know you'll say Ed, that doesn't make any sense at all! Of course, you're a man!! The problem is that we are in the realm of irrational and distorted emotional perceptions. I read Moby Dick in high school, like everyone else. This time, it was very different. There are many memorable lines, but this is the one that was a 'gut punch'.
'He piled upon the whale's white hump, the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.'
I looked at him. I could see that this hit him deep.
"Hearing this, all the anger, hate, and resentment I was stewing in was a mask for how badly I hurt inside. The whale took Ahab's leg and left him a broken shell of a man. The Taliban took my leg, and my plan was to become a mercenary, and kill as many of those mother fuckers as I could! It became clear that if I didn't change course, I'd be the one tied to the whale and beckoning!"
"I remember that I wanted to visit you in the Palo Alto hospital, but you weren't too keen on seeing us. I thought you were angry with me. Mom explained that you were having a tough time." I returned.
"I wanted to say thank you." He revealed, looking me in the eye.
"If memory serves, after everything fell apart with mom and I, you stepped in and kept me moving in the right direction. As I recall, you took me to my first Giants game, taught me how to fish, and spent time with me. So this isn't altogether altruistic! I wanted you back!" I replied with a crooked smile. You're something Davy Boy! Let's play some cards! I tried some bourbon. Very different from scotch. It has a sweetness that is a little odd for my pallet. Who cares! I'm drinking bourbon and playing black jack with my uncle!
I finished up with Ed and headed home. Five o'clock traffic....yahoo! As I was crawling along, something hit me. I have been very judgmental of Jake. I always thought of him as a fuck up. What dawned on me was maybe, he was more affected by what happened to father than I was! Maybe that's why he's had so many problems! I felt like a dick! Maybe Paige is right, there is a 'protocol droid' in me.
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I finally returned home around 6. Elaine had prepped dinner and we ate as soon as I came in. After dinner, we sat in the living room and I watched some TV. She was working on her laptop and closed it after an hour or so. I told her about my day with Ed. I also told her about my insight about Jake. She seems to think all this is making me a better person.
We went to be around 10 and it was one of those evenings.
"Where's the frenulum ring?" I whispered.
She opened the lower drawer of her nightstand.
"Is this safe to have on when I'm inside you?"
"Babe, it's not going to get lost! Besides, with your glans, it's not coming off!"
"I'm going to put the other ring on too. I have an idea." I said. I slid the cock ring down my dick, threading my balls through before I got hard. I started kissing behind the ear, moving along her hairline, to the back of her neck. I am one of those individuals, with outdoor plumbing, that needs foreplay! Elaine and I need to synchronize; get our 'rhythm'. Kissing my way down the clavicle, to the top of the deltoid. Nibbling, light teeth dragging, and a considerable amount of kissing. I found the armpit is an unbelievable gold mine of nerve endings!
I was getting lost on her upper back when she turned me over. She moved quickly up to my neck and bit me. She worked her way to my pecs, kissing them. Her fingers ended up on my nipples, which immensely pleased her! I rolled on top of her and held each other. We recently started back into the Kama Sutra. The Kama Sutra covers various topics, eg., socializing, courtship, how to act in public, etc. We skipped to the good parts, sex! I'm certain no one else does that! We have a number of positions, but I was focused on some sort of synchronicity between us.
I became aware that something was in a state of chrysalis, for lack of a better term. I felt as if a new me was trying to emerge from our relationship. It was as if I needed to let something go, but I didn't know what. My attention came back to the present. I moved myself to where I was face to face, nose to nose. I matched my breathing to hers, our noses touching. Our breathing slowed to long, deep cycles. I moved just enough to take her lower lip in my teeth. She tried to move, I bit down just a little. We did this a couple of times until she slowly moved her tongue into my mouth. She flicked the end of my tongue. I let go of her lip and met her tongue. We did the most erotic 'tongue dance' on record! She pulled her tongue back in her mouth and I would 'chase' it. This went on until I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. I laid my teeth on her neck and pressed. I maintained that position until she relaxed, I mean went limp! I started to kiss her neck. She had fallen into a level of relaxation yet seen!
I became aware of what was happening. Elaine wants a man and not a boy. That man started to really make an appearance tonight. I'm thinking that those 'bodice rippers' that I read of hers contain fantasies that many women want to make realities! I'm aware now that there's been a 'man' inside of me that has been trying to push out. That man in me was going to pleasure my partner! I kissed my way down to her magnificent tits once again. I know I was against the implants, but I became a believer now! I straddled her and placed my hands on her breasts. I was wondering if she was all right. Her arms flopped back, and she was making cooing sounds. I placed my thumb and fingers on her nipples and gently rolled the ends. I bit on one nipple ring and tugged on it. Looking at her, she was someplace else.
My face landed in the usual place, her gorgeous pussy! I was facing toward her feet and I spun myself. Elaine was fairly 'pliable'! I pushed her legs to the side and I began with the pubic mound. After a lavish amount of kissing and licking, it's the outer labia crease. Since my experience with women is limited, I don't know if other women produce as much 'girl juice' as she does! I do my best to lick up as much as I can, but she still soaks towels under her! My tongue moved to the next level, the inner labia. I often think something is very wrong with me. I have a real 'cunnilingus fetish'! I think I might have vaginal OCD!
