2:30 in the morning this past Saturday I was awoken by the unmistakable sound of an orgasm. My eyes flew open and the first thing I thought was I've been living here a year and this is the first time I've heard someone having sex
I crept to my open bedroom window and tried to locate the source of the sound. Easily enough it was coming from the bedroom directly across from mine. Both of the windows were wide open and I saw a flickering candle and I strained to hear if there would be more movement. Apparently I had just caught the last act because I saw the girl crawl out of the bed and scamper into the bathroom completely naked. I stood in the shadows like some creeper waiting for her to come back out, she flipped off the light before I could catch a glimpse of the rest of her body. Her boyfriend then stood up and unfortunately bent over to pick up his underwear. That was when I had to avert my eyes and I decided it was time to try to go back to bed.
But it got me thinking.
If I could hear them having sex, and they weren't all that loud, could they hear us?
On Friday Sheri had texted me that she was coming over early on Saturday and that I better be wearing nothing but a smile when she walked in the door. I woke up and hopped in the shower to start the ritual of washing and shaving, making sure that I was baby smooth for at least the first 5 minutes. I dug through my "drawer" (come on, we all have one) for some lingerie and wear nothing underneath. Technically I'd be naked, all she would have to do is lift up the teddy.
I heard her coming up the stairs and I hopped onto my bed and laid seductively on my side. She poked her head around the corner and smiled "That's not being naked."
I grinned as I stood up to help unbutton her shirt as I kissed her gingerly. As we laid down I told her about what I heard in the middle of the night. "I wonder if anyone can hear me," I mused.
"I'm sure they can," she said as she gave my neck little kisses.
"Even through closed windows? We can test it out later. You can go outside and I'll make noise and you tell me if you can hear me."
"Mmmhmm" she mumbled as she moved down my collar bone.
For the next two hours we drank each other in. I watched her face as she lay beneath me. I put my head down and listened to her breathe and moan and I could feel her heart quicken. When she was done I made my move for my last one, or as I call it, The Big One. I like to save that one for last because it's the most intense, like the grande finale of our sex.
I laid collapsed across the bed, panting. Sheri had a satisfied smile on her face as she patted my leg "You feel better baby?"
The only thing I could muster up was nodding my head once.
I somehow managed to roll myself out of the bed and stand on wobbly legs, my muscles still tense and I could barely stand upright. We prepared ourselves for the rest of the day and when we got home a few hours later I said "Before you take your coat off go out back. I'll close the window and you see if you can hear me."
I watched for her to round the corner of my building. She looked up from the sidewalk out back and I gave her a quick thumbs up and closed the windows. I walked over to my bed (which is about two steps, not a very far walk) and I started calling out. I started out softly at first and gradually got louder to what I thought would be me at the loudest. I stopped and ran back to the window and looked out and saw the look of horror written across Sheri's face as she nodded that yes, undoubtedly, people could hear me loud and clear.
As she came back into my building I rang out again to see how audible it would be in the hallway for my neighbor downstairs (which luckily I have a new neighbor who makes herself scarce on the weekends). "Ohhh, it's even louder out in the hallway!" she laughed as she came back in.
"Oh, poor Anna," I said about the woman who used to live below me who was homebound. I always tried to keep my volume down with my old neighbor because I knew she'd probably be able to hear me since she was confined to a wheelchair and was unable to leave the apartment. Luckily my new neighbor is a young girl and is mostly gone on the weekends giving Sheri and I free reign to be as loud as we want.
Or so I thought.
"Just think how loud you have to be for me to be able to hear you so clearly outside. And you have to go through plaster and cement!"
I shrugged and smiled. "At least we have sex during the day and aren't keeping anybody up at night."
So the next time the question is going to be: Will we, or won't we, be loud? You know, for the sake of my neighbors.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Mother Knows Best
"Keep the phone by you, Jillian might be texting me back," Sheri said while kissing down my belly about her youngest daughter.
We had just, JUST started to try to have sex today. No sooner after she said that her phone beeped and I looked at the message. Nan asked me today if you were gay. She said she saw Jen kiss you the other night. I said I didn't know and I ran outside the text read from her oldest, Hannah.
I read the message outloud which caused Sheri to stop what she was doing. "Wait...what? She asked what?"
My head started replaying the past few nights events. I knew exactly what she was talking about too. When I was saying goodbye to Sheri and our friend Judy at the high school for Hannah's induction into the National Honors Society I had given Judy a kiss on the cheek goodbye. I saw Renee looking at us and hesitated for a moment before deciding to give Sheri a kiss on the cheek too. It was as if you were saying hello or goodbye to a friend, that's it. Renee saw it and somehow that meant I was gay. But we did kiss again that night. When walking to the cars we disappeared around the corner of the school and quickly glanced back to make sure she couldn't see us. We gave each other a quick peck and I was on my way. We even checked after we kissed to make sure that she didn't see us so I knew that she was referring to me kissing her goodbye on the cheek.
She grabbed the phone from my hand and texted Hannah to call her once she got to her friend's house and tell her exactly what happened. Just a few minutes later her phone rang. Hannah exlaimed on speaker phone "She asked if Jen was gay! She said 'She's up here all the time! She should bring home a boy or a girl and leave your mother alone.' I had no idea how to respond so I just said 'I don't know!' and walked out into the backyard."
After they hung up the phone I struggled not to cry because I just had a flood of emotions from betrayal to frustration. Betrayal because here was our chance to tell her mother but Sheri said she'd deny or ignore the entire thing. "I don't know what would be worse, having your mother hate me because she knew or having her hate me because she suspects," I whispered.
"I'd rather just have her suspect," Sheri said. "It's better that way."
She kissed my tears away and told me not to let what her mother thinks get to me. She doesn't give a crap what she thinks and neither should I. "But if affects me," I said. "She thinks that I'm the one pursuing you. She thinks that I'm trying to turn you gay. You should be upset because of what she's saying about me."
"It doesn't matter," she said again. "She's not worth getting upset over."
I nodded my head yes, acknowledging that I know that. I dried my eyes and she kissed me. Then she kissed me again. And then deeper. I pushed everything to the back of my head and we ended up having the best sex we've had in a very, VERY, long time.
I had my head in her nook and was completely content when she started moving to get ready to go home. I sighed and threw my leg over hers and pulled her closer and begged just to lay there like this for a few more minutes. She kissed the top of my head and wiggled out from under me and started to get dressed. When she left I stood on my tippy toes to give her a kiss goodbye and I followed shortly to run some errands.
I came home, got into my PJs and started to cook myself dinner while playing the Sims. She texted me So Renee just asked me. I never directly answered her but she said she was hoping I wasn't. And that was that.
She asked you if you or I was gay? And why didn't you answer directly???
If I was. Because I was so shocked when she asked. And I don't think she wanted an answer.
I called her and asked exactly what happened. "I was just standing in the living room talking to Jillian. She just asked 'Are you gay??'" I was so taken aback that I asked 'Where is this coming from?' and she said 'From me. I saw her kiss you the other night.' I said 'She gave me a kiss on the cheek when she was leaving so I have no idea what you're talking about.'"
I was quiet for about a minute thinking it over. "I don't think I should come up on Sunday." Sunday is the day that they celebrate Thanksgiving. The past 3-4 years I've been up there.
"Let's see what she says. She hasn't asked me yet if you were coming up. Maybe this is why." I sighed deeply "It'll be OK babe," she tried to reassure me.
I know that it's not. I've been under a magnifying glass all of these years with her mother. Now I'm going to be under a microscope. I'm half tempted to either tell her I have a boyfriend to throw her off of my scent....or just one day bust at the seams and do what Sheri cannot do.
We had just, JUST started to try to have sex today. No sooner after she said that her phone beeped and I looked at the message. Nan asked me today if you were gay. She said she saw Jen kiss you the other night. I said I didn't know and I ran outside the text read from her oldest, Hannah.
I read the message outloud which caused Sheri to stop what she was doing. "Wait...what? She asked what?"
My head started replaying the past few nights events. I knew exactly what she was talking about too. When I was saying goodbye to Sheri and our friend Judy at the high school for Hannah's induction into the National Honors Society I had given Judy a kiss on the cheek goodbye. I saw Renee looking at us and hesitated for a moment before deciding to give Sheri a kiss on the cheek too. It was as if you were saying hello or goodbye to a friend, that's it. Renee saw it and somehow that meant I was gay. But we did kiss again that night. When walking to the cars we disappeared around the corner of the school and quickly glanced back to make sure she couldn't see us. We gave each other a quick peck and I was on my way. We even checked after we kissed to make sure that she didn't see us so I knew that she was referring to me kissing her goodbye on the cheek.
She grabbed the phone from my hand and texted Hannah to call her once she got to her friend's house and tell her exactly what happened. Just a few minutes later her phone rang. Hannah exlaimed on speaker phone "She asked if Jen was gay! She said 'She's up here all the time! She should bring home a boy or a girl and leave your mother alone.' I had no idea how to respond so I just said 'I don't know!' and walked out into the backyard."
After they hung up the phone I struggled not to cry because I just had a flood of emotions from betrayal to frustration. Betrayal because here was our chance to tell her mother but Sheri said she'd deny or ignore the entire thing. "I don't know what would be worse, having your mother hate me because she knew or having her hate me because she suspects," I whispered.
"I'd rather just have her suspect," Sheri said. "It's better that way."
She kissed my tears away and told me not to let what her mother thinks get to me. She doesn't give a crap what she thinks and neither should I. "But if affects me," I said. "She thinks that I'm the one pursuing you. She thinks that I'm trying to turn you gay. You should be upset because of what she's saying about me."
"It doesn't matter," she said again. "She's not worth getting upset over."
I nodded my head yes, acknowledging that I know that. I dried my eyes and she kissed me. Then she kissed me again. And then deeper. I pushed everything to the back of my head and we ended up having the best sex we've had in a very, VERY, long time.
I had my head in her nook and was completely content when she started moving to get ready to go home. I sighed and threw my leg over hers and pulled her closer and begged just to lay there like this for a few more minutes. She kissed the top of my head and wiggled out from under me and started to get dressed. When she left I stood on my tippy toes to give her a kiss goodbye and I followed shortly to run some errands.
I came home, got into my PJs and started to cook myself dinner while playing the Sims. She texted me So Renee just asked me. I never directly answered her but she said she was hoping I wasn't. And that was that.
She asked you if you or I was gay? And why didn't you answer directly???
If I was. Because I was so shocked when she asked. And I don't think she wanted an answer.
I called her and asked exactly what happened. "I was just standing in the living room talking to Jillian. She just asked 'Are you gay??'" I was so taken aback that I asked 'Where is this coming from?' and she said 'From me. I saw her kiss you the other night.' I said 'She gave me a kiss on the cheek when she was leaving so I have no idea what you're talking about.'"
I was quiet for about a minute thinking it over. "I don't think I should come up on Sunday." Sunday is the day that they celebrate Thanksgiving. The past 3-4 years I've been up there.
"Let's see what she says. She hasn't asked me yet if you were coming up. Maybe this is why." I sighed deeply "It'll be OK babe," she tried to reassure me.
I know that it's not. I've been under a magnifying glass all of these years with her mother. Now I'm going to be under a microscope. I'm half tempted to either tell her I have a boyfriend to throw her off of my scent....or just one day bust at the seams and do what Sheri cannot do.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Granddaughter
After a long morning of running errands Sheri's and my stomach started to growl around noon as we were leaving K-Mart with presents in tow for my nephew's 1st birthday next week. There is an I-hop across the parking lot from the mall we were in so I suggested that for lunch and got so excited since it's been years since I've eated in an I-hop.
We were seated at a booth and I thought I was sold on pancakes and boysenberry syrup since that's what I always had when I was a little girl. When I was glancing over the menu I saw "Swedish Crepes" with longinberry butter and longinberries. It threw me back to sitting in the booth and my feet swinging since they were too short to touch the ground. My mother was sitting next to me cutting up my pancakes and my Grandmother was spreading the longingberry butter over her crepes.
I ran my finger over the menu and smiled and told Sheri that I was going to get the crepes like Mimi always had. While I was saying that my voice cracked and I felt my eyes well up with tears as I tried to keep my composure in the middle of a very busy restaurant.
"Oh please, please don't start crying," Sheri begged.
I forced a smile and said "I'm not. I just miss her." My lower lip began to quiver and the look of panic washed over Sheri's face. She has no idea how to handle me when I cry.
Our waiter took our order and I kept bouncing up and down in my seat like an excited child that I was in an I-hop and I was about to consume sweet and delicious crepes. I kept saying "No seriously. You have NO idea how excited I am to be here. It's been YEARS!"
Soon after our waiter brought out our plates and sat the crepes down in front of me. They looked and smelled the same as I remembered from some twenty years prior. I dug right in and savored the first few bites and revelled in the fact that they tasted the same too. You know how restaurants change things over the years. They add or get rid of flavors and dishes (like they no longer have boysenberry syrup) but these crepes were exactly how I remembered.
We were talking idley about how I do wish that I had the strength to visit Mimi's grave. I've told Sheri before that I haven't been to her grave since her sister-in-law, my great Aunt Dot, passed away early of 2007. "And now that I live here I'm actually closer to the cemetary," I said as I was taking another savory bite of my brunch.
"Do you want to go today?"
I stopped mid-chew and stared at her for a few seconds. I never thought to ask if she wanted to go, I always thought it'd be a lone venture or something I'd do with my mother who also hasn't been out to the cemetary. It's just still too hard even though she's been gone now for nearly almost 7 years. "Really?" I asked. "You'd want to go with me?"
She shrugged, "yeah, you've been to my father's grave. And I know how much you want to go."
I had to take a few deep breaths and tried to slow my racing heart. I failed epically. I wiped my eyes with my napkin and joked "I think Mimi would have loved you. She may have said to me Oh Jennifer, I just don't understand and would have been praying for my soul at night but I think once she got to know you she would have loved you."
After our breakfast was done I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came back Sheri wasn't sitting at our table and I saw her walking back from the greeter in the front. She had a huge smile on her face and I asked her what was up. "I'll tell you once we get outside," she whispered.
Once we were in the parking lot I asked again "Ok, so what was that all about?"
"You know that elderly woman sitting next to us with the black cap on?"
"Yeah..."
"I paid for her breakfast."
My heart swelled up with such pride when she said that. "You did? I can't believe you did that! That's such a sweet thing to do!" I was exclaiming as we buckled ourselves in. Between the thought of seeing my grandmother's grave and the grand gesture Sheri just made for some little old woman I was freely crying. It was all too much for me.
I typed in the address in the GPS and took a deep breath and looked at her. "You ready?"
"Yup," she said. She patted her coat "I'll keep a hold of your tissues."
Less than 20 minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot of the church were my mother and many of my cousins have gotten married. I parked the car and took a deep breath and looked at her and gave her a shaky smile. "You need the tissues now?" She asked.
"No, I think I'll be alright."
No sooner than closing my car door did I already start to cry. "Oh for Heaven's sake. We haven't even made it through the gate yet!" She joked.
Only a few steps in from the entrance of the cemetary I spotted my grandfather's and grandmother's headstone. It was just too much and I bursted out hysterical crying as I stared down at her name and clutched my hand over my mouth to try to stifle my sobs. "There's nothing even here" I finally choked out.
"Well, it's because no one comes to visit," she said matter-of-factly. And it's true. No one does. For as much as we loved our grandparents not one of us comes to maintain their grave or plant little flowers or leave pumpkins during the fall. I vowed after staring at their blank grave that I was going to change that. She lives on in our hearts and in our memories but we should still come to pay our respects at her final resting place. The thought that no one comes breaks my heart and it would probably break hers too.
While we were there I wanted to search for my great Aunt Dot who also we haven't visited since she was buried in 2007. I couldn't remember specifically where she was buried so Sheri and I split up and covered almost every single inch of that cemetary. I stumbled upon my Uncle's grave who passed away from AIDS contracted from a bad blood transfuion when I was only 12. Today was his birthday.
We were walking around for at least 15 minutes searching for my Aunt Dot. I refused to leave there until I found her, I felt like I was disrespecting her by not visiting her grave. Sheri came to retreive me "You're coming back in a few weeks for Christmas. Come on, I'm cold and I have to pee so unless you want a wet seat...."
I glanced over my shoulder still searching for her headstone as Sheri lead me down the path. I said to the air "I'm sorry Aunt Dot. I'll be back, I promise."
We got back to the apartment where for the rest of the day I was cooking our dinner and just sitting on the couch talking. Normally on Saturdays I can't pry her away from the TV because there are marathons of her favorite car shows and she turns into a lump on my couch for 9 hours straight. But today there was nothing on so we actually kept the TV off and sat on the couch together. I had my legs draped over her and we were talking about everything. I brought up the graves again and said "I've been wanting to go out for a long time now. But when I have a moment I'm either not thinking about it or I don't want to go alone. I want to take better care of them."
"I'll go with you," she said without missing a beat while her finger traced up and down my leg.
"Really?" I asked. I was shocked to say the least. I didn't think she'd want to spend her days off dealing with a crying girlfriend standing at her grandmother's grave.
"Of course. We can go like once a month and take the grave blankets for Christmas and plant little flowers in the spring...." she trailed off.
"They would love that. And they deserve that." I shifted my position so I could give her a soft kiss on her cheek. I rested my head on her shoulder and took a deep, cleansing breath and closed my eyes.
We were seated at a booth and I thought I was sold on pancakes and boysenberry syrup since that's what I always had when I was a little girl. When I was glancing over the menu I saw "Swedish Crepes" with longinberry butter and longinberries. It threw me back to sitting in the booth and my feet swinging since they were too short to touch the ground. My mother was sitting next to me cutting up my pancakes and my Grandmother was spreading the longingberry butter over her crepes.
I ran my finger over the menu and smiled and told Sheri that I was going to get the crepes like Mimi always had. While I was saying that my voice cracked and I felt my eyes well up with tears as I tried to keep my composure in the middle of a very busy restaurant.
"Oh please, please don't start crying," Sheri begged.
I forced a smile and said "I'm not. I just miss her." My lower lip began to quiver and the look of panic washed over Sheri's face. She has no idea how to handle me when I cry.
Our waiter took our order and I kept bouncing up and down in my seat like an excited child that I was in an I-hop and I was about to consume sweet and delicious crepes. I kept saying "No seriously. You have NO idea how excited I am to be here. It's been YEARS!"
Soon after our waiter brought out our plates and sat the crepes down in front of me. They looked and smelled the same as I remembered from some twenty years prior. I dug right in and savored the first few bites and revelled in the fact that they tasted the same too. You know how restaurants change things over the years. They add or get rid of flavors and dishes (like they no longer have boysenberry syrup) but these crepes were exactly how I remembered.
We were talking idley about how I do wish that I had the strength to visit Mimi's grave. I've told Sheri before that I haven't been to her grave since her sister-in-law, my great Aunt Dot, passed away early of 2007. "And now that I live here I'm actually closer to the cemetary," I said as I was taking another savory bite of my brunch.
"Do you want to go today?"
I stopped mid-chew and stared at her for a few seconds. I never thought to ask if she wanted to go, I always thought it'd be a lone venture or something I'd do with my mother who also hasn't been out to the cemetary. It's just still too hard even though she's been gone now for nearly almost 7 years. "Really?" I asked. "You'd want to go with me?"
She shrugged, "yeah, you've been to my father's grave. And I know how much you want to go."
I had to take a few deep breaths and tried to slow my racing heart. I failed epically. I wiped my eyes with my napkin and joked "I think Mimi would have loved you. She may have said to me Oh Jennifer, I just don't understand and would have been praying for my soul at night but I think once she got to know you she would have loved you."
After our breakfast was done I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came back Sheri wasn't sitting at our table and I saw her walking back from the greeter in the front. She had a huge smile on her face and I asked her what was up. "I'll tell you once we get outside," she whispered.
Once we were in the parking lot I asked again "Ok, so what was that all about?"
"You know that elderly woman sitting next to us with the black cap on?"
"Yeah..."
"I paid for her breakfast."
My heart swelled up with such pride when she said that. "You did? I can't believe you did that! That's such a sweet thing to do!" I was exclaiming as we buckled ourselves in. Between the thought of seeing my grandmother's grave and the grand gesture Sheri just made for some little old woman I was freely crying. It was all too much for me.
I typed in the address in the GPS and took a deep breath and looked at her. "You ready?"
"Yup," she said. She patted her coat "I'll keep a hold of your tissues."
Less than 20 minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot of the church were my mother and many of my cousins have gotten married. I parked the car and took a deep breath and looked at her and gave her a shaky smile. "You need the tissues now?" She asked.
"No, I think I'll be alright."
No sooner than closing my car door did I already start to cry. "Oh for Heaven's sake. We haven't even made it through the gate yet!" She joked.
Only a few steps in from the entrance of the cemetary I spotted my grandfather's and grandmother's headstone. It was just too much and I bursted out hysterical crying as I stared down at her name and clutched my hand over my mouth to try to stifle my sobs. "There's nothing even here" I finally choked out.
"Well, it's because no one comes to visit," she said matter-of-factly. And it's true. No one does. For as much as we loved our grandparents not one of us comes to maintain their grave or plant little flowers or leave pumpkins during the fall. I vowed after staring at their blank grave that I was going to change that. She lives on in our hearts and in our memories but we should still come to pay our respects at her final resting place. The thought that no one comes breaks my heart and it would probably break hers too.
While we were there I wanted to search for my great Aunt Dot who also we haven't visited since she was buried in 2007. I couldn't remember specifically where she was buried so Sheri and I split up and covered almost every single inch of that cemetary. I stumbled upon my Uncle's grave who passed away from AIDS contracted from a bad blood transfuion when I was only 12. Today was his birthday.
We were walking around for at least 15 minutes searching for my Aunt Dot. I refused to leave there until I found her, I felt like I was disrespecting her by not visiting her grave. Sheri came to retreive me "You're coming back in a few weeks for Christmas. Come on, I'm cold and I have to pee so unless you want a wet seat...."
I glanced over my shoulder still searching for her headstone as Sheri lead me down the path. I said to the air "I'm sorry Aunt Dot. I'll be back, I promise."
We got back to the apartment where for the rest of the day I was cooking our dinner and just sitting on the couch talking. Normally on Saturdays I can't pry her away from the TV because there are marathons of her favorite car shows and she turns into a lump on my couch for 9 hours straight. But today there was nothing on so we actually kept the TV off and sat on the couch together. I had my legs draped over her and we were talking about everything. I brought up the graves again and said "I've been wanting to go out for a long time now. But when I have a moment I'm either not thinking about it or I don't want to go alone. I want to take better care of them."
"I'll go with you," she said without missing a beat while her finger traced up and down my leg.
"Really?" I asked. I was shocked to say the least. I didn't think she'd want to spend her days off dealing with a crying girlfriend standing at her grandmother's grave.
"Of course. We can go like once a month and take the grave blankets for Christmas and plant little flowers in the spring...." she trailed off.
"They would love that. And they deserve that." I shifted my position so I could give her a soft kiss on her cheek. I rested my head on her shoulder and took a deep, cleansing breath and closed my eyes.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Spontaneous Sex
"In my entire adult life, I've never had spontaneous sex," I told our gay friend Luis over dinner Friday night.
I don't know how it is for some women but with me, there are certain guidelines that need to be met when it comes to sex. I've never been "unprepared" when sex has occurred. I've heard stories of some women being totally caught off guard and bang some guy they meet at a bar that night and that has never been, nor ever will be, me. For one, I am a need-to-be-in-a-relationship-or-at-the-very-least-have-feelings-for-the-person type of girl. That goes for a man or woman. No. More so man. I've had some flings with chicks that leave me scratching my head.
Anyways. For those who don't know, I'm mostly Italian. And for those who don't speak Italian, loosely translated that means: hairy. Now don't get the wrong idea, it's not like I'm sporting a hairy man chest or anything but I do know my way around the bleaches and hair removal aisle. Plus I'm very particular about my nether regions and I need that shit to be in tip-top shape if anyone is going to play in my playground. To me, the idea of unplanned, spontaneous sex is as foreign as meeting some little green man with a lightbulb shaped head and three fingers. Likewise, unplanned, spontaneous sex also seems synomamous with "unshaven".
Maybe it's different for women who don't shave their whoo-has. They don't think twice of some attractive stranger starts making eyes in their direction. I'm sure the thought Oh shit, my stubble will take off his/her first few layers of skin doesn't cross their mind. Well, it does mine.
Being shaved or unshaved is also not the only concern. Let's be real here people, smell is also a concern. I'm sure on the hottest of the summer days after hours of walking around with sweat and other unmentionables pooling in your underwear the farthest thing from your mind is Let me drop my drawers for this complete stranger. So what if I smell like a sewer? It's spontaneous! Wooooo!" Because if he/she gets a whiff of what's been brewing down there that spontaneous sex isn't happening anyways.
That brings me to today. The last one or two times Sheri and I have had sex it's been a near disaster. Nevermind that although we can average having sex for 1-2 hours a really big chunk of that time is spent either trying to get into a precarious position or laughing our asses off once we do get into it. Wednesday she came down for a mid-week booty call and it was a close call on that one. She almost didn't climax with that one. Saturday rolled around and we wanted to pull off having sex twice in one week which with our schedules is unheard of, and this is why: I didn't get her off. After trying 3 failsafe positions with the only end result being cramping arms and hands we called it a day. As a matter of fact she said, half jokingly "Just go make dinner and I'll finish myself off."
Not what you want to hear after five years in the sack. With my confidence completely shot I started to get out of bed in a huff when she realized what she said struck a cord and she grabbed me and laid on top of me so I couldn't move. Tears started streaming down my face and pooled on my pillow which she thought was me drooling. I was just so frustrated that after all of these years I still can't satisfy her and it brings me right back to the beginning of our relationship when she faked a good majority of her orgasms and then would just masturbate right in front of me. Me, thinking she was insatiable got turned on and joined in. For her, it was the only way she could achieve an orgasm because she didn't let me in on the little secret she's not exactly wired like your average woman.
Today I called out from work. I had gotten a flu shot yesterday and later in the day started to feel like I was knocking on death's door. Sheri called me early last night to see how I was and I wailed "I DON'T FEEL GOOOOD!" and then started sobbing.
I don't do sick well.
I couldn't move, my entire body felt like it was beaten with a bat, I had a raging fever (which would have been comfirmed by a thermometer had I had one) and I was exhausted but couldn't sleep. I begged her to bring me some chicken soup and tea and of course, she couldn't because it was a Sunday night and she was home with her children. That's the one sucky thing about living alone-no one is there to take care of you when you're sick. She said to me though if I called out of work today that she would come take care of me.
As the night wore on I started to feel a little better, realizing that my symptoms were probably just a side effect from being overly exhausted mixed with a side effect from the shot. I still took some nyquil and ended passing out at the ungodly hour of.... 8:40 pm. I was done for the next 12 hours. I woke up at 9 am right as rain and hopped out of bed like a young spry chick. Sheri came over not too much later and I hopped in the shower while she made me tea and scrambled eggs.
While I was in the shower I thought Ooohh, I feel good today. We can have sex today! I can make up for Saturday AND have my birthday sex today!"
My birthday is in two days and I'll be visted by Aunt Flo at that time so any shot of birthday sex would be out of the question.
While I was in the shower I shaved so that if the occassion should arrise I wouldn't leave any irritation around the poor woman's mouth. I got out of the shower, put on clean PJ's (It's my sex outfit of choice) and we had our breakfast. Not long after I was kissing up and down Sheri's neck and she was pushing me off. "Stop spreading your germs sicky!"
"I'm not sick! It was just a side effect," I protested.
"Then you should have gone to work and I could be home cleaning!"
"Nah," I said while trying to nibble on her ear, "this is more fun."
She'd laugh and try to push me off of her but I was determined.
"I haven't shaved! I wasn't prepared for this!" She said. "I didn't come down here thinking there would be sex involved!"
"Consider this my version of spontaneous sex," I mused.
"But you shaved! It's not spontaneous if you shaved!"
I shrugged. "It's spontaneous for you."
"Fine," she relented. "When the next commercial comes on."
Ooh baby, you know how to talk dirty to me.
It started out a bit unsure and awkward, given what had transpired over the weekend. Eventually we got into the swing of things and not 15 minutes after we started did I already have two orgasms. The third one though....I got caught up in the moment of everything and was so loud that Sheri reached up and clamped her hand over my mouth.
She crawled up next to me while I lay there, panting. I patted her head and gave a weak smile and slurred "Happy birthday to ME!"
I was able to redeem myself today. After Sheri concentrated so well on me I was able to do the same for her. But not without one more for me. Sheri cannot climax from oral sex alone. Just massaging or licking her "love button" really does absolutely nothing for her. Trust me, I've tried. And I'm good at what I do down there. There is a certain spot that I need to hit in order to give her an orgasm and it can only be accessible in certain positions most of the times my arm cramps up and goes completely numb before I can even get her to orgasm. She does enjoy receiving oral sex though, even though "it doesn't do anything for her" as she puts it. It still feels good and it relaxes her, to the point sometimes where I expect to hear a snore escape from her lips. After I had moved from oral sex to feeling her on the inside she reached down to touch me, because that's another quirk...she needs to be touching me in order to climax. (Majority of it is completely mental) and noted that I had gone completely bone dry.
Knowing that it would have again been disasterous I started to climb my way up past her shoulders. "What are you doing?" She asked, confused.
"I can only think of one way to make me wet again," I purred as I lowered myself to her lips.
She took me eagerly as I already felt the familiar stirrings of an orgasm. I knew it wouldn't take long. She slipped a finger in and I was done. Less than 30 seconds later I was having an even louder orgasm than the one before. I saw Sheri's right hand go flying up towards my face but she was blocked and couldn't reach my mouth to quiet me. I collapsed across her body and she goes "Oh my GAWD YOU'RE SO LOUD!"
I panted "Well...it's...your....fault..."
After I regained my composure I was able to move back down to where I was. This time when she touched me she just said "Oh Lord."
"Yeah, that's what you do to me," I smirked.
My arm started to give out so we moved to our sides and I started to get anxious again because I noticed that she wasn't as wet as she was before. Our fingers though kept dancing and soon after I heard her breathing change and I knew she was close. I went even quicker and brought her FINALLY to the orgasm that had been three days in the making.
I'd like to think that today was spontaneous sex. It wasn't up until my shower that the thought had even crossed one of our mind and with me, that's about as spontaneous as it's going to get.
But I will repeat, Happy Birthday to ME!!!
I don't know how it is for some women but with me, there are certain guidelines that need to be met when it comes to sex. I've never been "unprepared" when sex has occurred. I've heard stories of some women being totally caught off guard and bang some guy they meet at a bar that night and that has never been, nor ever will be, me. For one, I am a need-to-be-in-a-relationship-or-at-the-very-least-have-feelings-for-the-person type of girl. That goes for a man or woman. No. More so man. I've had some flings with chicks that leave me scratching my head.
Anyways. For those who don't know, I'm mostly Italian. And for those who don't speak Italian, loosely translated that means: hairy. Now don't get the wrong idea, it's not like I'm sporting a hairy man chest or anything but I do know my way around the bleaches and hair removal aisle. Plus I'm very particular about my nether regions and I need that shit to be in tip-top shape if anyone is going to play in my playground. To me, the idea of unplanned, spontaneous sex is as foreign as meeting some little green man with a lightbulb shaped head and three fingers. Likewise, unplanned, spontaneous sex also seems synomamous with "unshaven".
Maybe it's different for women who don't shave their whoo-has. They don't think twice of some attractive stranger starts making eyes in their direction. I'm sure the thought Oh shit, my stubble will take off his/her first few layers of skin doesn't cross their mind. Well, it does mine.
Being shaved or unshaved is also not the only concern. Let's be real here people, smell is also a concern. I'm sure on the hottest of the summer days after hours of walking around with sweat and other unmentionables pooling in your underwear the farthest thing from your mind is Let me drop my drawers for this complete stranger. So what if I smell like a sewer? It's spontaneous! Wooooo!" Because if he/she gets a whiff of what's been brewing down there that spontaneous sex isn't happening anyways.
That brings me to today. The last one or two times Sheri and I have had sex it's been a near disaster. Nevermind that although we can average having sex for 1-2 hours a really big chunk of that time is spent either trying to get into a precarious position or laughing our asses off once we do get into it. Wednesday she came down for a mid-week booty call and it was a close call on that one. She almost didn't climax with that one. Saturday rolled around and we wanted to pull off having sex twice in one week which with our schedules is unheard of, and this is why: I didn't get her off. After trying 3 failsafe positions with the only end result being cramping arms and hands we called it a day. As a matter of fact she said, half jokingly "Just go make dinner and I'll finish myself off."
Not what you want to hear after five years in the sack. With my confidence completely shot I started to get out of bed in a huff when she realized what she said struck a cord and she grabbed me and laid on top of me so I couldn't move. Tears started streaming down my face and pooled on my pillow which she thought was me drooling. I was just so frustrated that after all of these years I still can't satisfy her and it brings me right back to the beginning of our relationship when she faked a good majority of her orgasms and then would just masturbate right in front of me. Me, thinking she was insatiable got turned on and joined in. For her, it was the only way she could achieve an orgasm because she didn't let me in on the little secret she's not exactly wired like your average woman.
Today I called out from work. I had gotten a flu shot yesterday and later in the day started to feel like I was knocking on death's door. Sheri called me early last night to see how I was and I wailed "I DON'T FEEL GOOOOD!" and then started sobbing.
I don't do sick well.
I couldn't move, my entire body felt like it was beaten with a bat, I had a raging fever (which would have been comfirmed by a thermometer had I had one) and I was exhausted but couldn't sleep. I begged her to bring me some chicken soup and tea and of course, she couldn't because it was a Sunday night and she was home with her children. That's the one sucky thing about living alone-no one is there to take care of you when you're sick. She said to me though if I called out of work today that she would come take care of me.
As the night wore on I started to feel a little better, realizing that my symptoms were probably just a side effect from being overly exhausted mixed with a side effect from the shot. I still took some nyquil and ended passing out at the ungodly hour of.... 8:40 pm. I was done for the next 12 hours. I woke up at 9 am right as rain and hopped out of bed like a young spry chick. Sheri came over not too much later and I hopped in the shower while she made me tea and scrambled eggs.
While I was in the shower I thought Ooohh, I feel good today. We can have sex today! I can make up for Saturday AND have my birthday sex today!"
My birthday is in two days and I'll be visted by Aunt Flo at that time so any shot of birthday sex would be out of the question.
While I was in the shower I shaved so that if the occassion should arrise I wouldn't leave any irritation around the poor woman's mouth. I got out of the shower, put on clean PJ's (It's my sex outfit of choice) and we had our breakfast. Not long after I was kissing up and down Sheri's neck and she was pushing me off. "Stop spreading your germs sicky!"
"I'm not sick! It was just a side effect," I protested.
"Then you should have gone to work and I could be home cleaning!"
"Nah," I said while trying to nibble on her ear, "this is more fun."
She'd laugh and try to push me off of her but I was determined.
"I haven't shaved! I wasn't prepared for this!" She said. "I didn't come down here thinking there would be sex involved!"
"Consider this my version of spontaneous sex," I mused.
"But you shaved! It's not spontaneous if you shaved!"
I shrugged. "It's spontaneous for you."
"Fine," she relented. "When the next commercial comes on."
Ooh baby, you know how to talk dirty to me.
It started out a bit unsure and awkward, given what had transpired over the weekend. Eventually we got into the swing of things and not 15 minutes after we started did I already have two orgasms. The third one though....I got caught up in the moment of everything and was so loud that Sheri reached up and clamped her hand over my mouth.
She crawled up next to me while I lay there, panting. I patted her head and gave a weak smile and slurred "Happy birthday to ME!"
I was able to redeem myself today. After Sheri concentrated so well on me I was able to do the same for her. But not without one more for me. Sheri cannot climax from oral sex alone. Just massaging or licking her "love button" really does absolutely nothing for her. Trust me, I've tried. And I'm good at what I do down there. There is a certain spot that I need to hit in order to give her an orgasm and it can only be accessible in certain positions most of the times my arm cramps up and goes completely numb before I can even get her to orgasm. She does enjoy receiving oral sex though, even though "it doesn't do anything for her" as she puts it. It still feels good and it relaxes her, to the point sometimes where I expect to hear a snore escape from her lips. After I had moved from oral sex to feeling her on the inside she reached down to touch me, because that's another quirk...she needs to be touching me in order to climax. (Majority of it is completely mental) and noted that I had gone completely bone dry.
Knowing that it would have again been disasterous I started to climb my way up past her shoulders. "What are you doing?" She asked, confused.
"I can only think of one way to make me wet again," I purred as I lowered myself to her lips.
She took me eagerly as I already felt the familiar stirrings of an orgasm. I knew it wouldn't take long. She slipped a finger in and I was done. Less than 30 seconds later I was having an even louder orgasm than the one before. I saw Sheri's right hand go flying up towards my face but she was blocked and couldn't reach my mouth to quiet me. I collapsed across her body and she goes "Oh my GAWD YOU'RE SO LOUD!"
I panted "Well...it's...your....fault..."
After I regained my composure I was able to move back down to where I was. This time when she touched me she just said "Oh Lord."
"Yeah, that's what you do to me," I smirked.
My arm started to give out so we moved to our sides and I started to get anxious again because I noticed that she wasn't as wet as she was before. Our fingers though kept dancing and soon after I heard her breathing change and I knew she was close. I went even quicker and brought her FINALLY to the orgasm that had been three days in the making.
I'd like to think that today was spontaneous sex. It wasn't up until my shower that the thought had even crossed one of our mind and with me, that's about as spontaneous as it's going to get.
But I will repeat, Happy Birthday to ME!!!
Monday, September 12, 2011
Last Goodbyes
The past few days have been surreal. Wait, the past week. Hold on kiddies, this is going to be a long one.
I waited around my apartment on Saturday for Sheri's call to come up that never came. I understand, her brothers were in town for only a few hours but damnit! I wanted to see them too! I busied myself with baking them cupcakes, playing the Sims for hours on end and watching TV the entire day until I gave up and went to bed.
Sunday was more of the same. I got up and went for a run since I sat on the couch all day Saturday and I felt like a lump. It did my head good to get out and get some fresh air. I showered and settled in to play the Sims again while I watched the clock tick by. She had told me around 2 PM that she was heading over to Doreen's house to have a small BBQ. I anticipated a phone call or a text once she got there that it hit her that her sister was gone but it never came. Occassionally she would call or text me for a few minutes to check up on me and I was asking how her day was with her brothers. She said that they were laughing and catching up. They were only there for a few hours and I was dropping subtle hints that I wanted to come up had enough of waiting so I texted her Would it be OK if I came up?
She texted me back Sure.
I didn't need any other prompting than that. Within minutes I was on the road speeding up to her house. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and tell her I loved her. And hang out with her brothers. I was there in record time and Sheri was sitting on the front step waiting for me. The sun was nearly set as she walked towards me and opened her arms. I buried my head in her shoulder. I asked if she was alright and she breathed into my hair that she was.
I followed her into the house and I could smell the fire burning in the fire pit. She said over her shoulder "Dennis doesn't remember you." I was slightly insulted but it has been nearly three years since I've met him. Before I could even step outside Dennis was running into the house for another beer. He practically knocked me over and said "Oh yeah! Now I remember you!!" and embraced me in a bear hug. Sheri guided me outside and I first said hello to the devil, er, her mother. Regardless of how I personally feel about her no parent should bury a child and my heart broke for her. Then, in the glow of the firelight this Mr. Clean looking man stood up. It was her oldest brother, Spencer (who is referred to as Duncan, their last name). I shook his hand and gave his wife a hug. Terri excitedly said "Oh we've heard so much about you!"
I chuckled and said "Good things I hope!"
I went back into the kitchen to pour myself a beer and Sheri and I were talking and she got this excited glisten in her eye and said "We're going to tell Dennis right now."
My stomach jumped and I nearly spit my drink out. "Wha...what? Now?" I stammered. I was nervous but couldn't stop smiling.
She smiled really big and ran to the backdoor. "Dennis! Can you come here for a second???"
He walked into the kitchen and saw my glass of Guinness settling. "What's the matter? You poured it right."
Oh silly man. He thought she called him in because I needed help pouring my beer.
Sheri kept smiling and pointed between her and I. "No, I wanted to tell you we're kind of umm, together."
"That's great!" Dennis said without missing a beat.
I started breathing again and Sheri continued "For 5 years. We were together when you were out here a few years ago. I was just too scared to tell you."
Dennis opened his arms and took us into a big hug. "Are you happy?" he asked.
"Yes," we answered.
"Good, then that's all that matters. And hellooooo, I'm from California. There's no need to be scared to tell me that you're in love!"
We stood there and chatted for a few more minutes and he asked Sheri "If I may ask, when did you know?"
"As soon as I saw her," she answered.
Dennis smiled bigger and said "That's great. That's just great."
I waited around my apartment on Saturday for Sheri's call to come up that never came. I understand, her brothers were in town for only a few hours but damnit! I wanted to see them too! I busied myself with baking them cupcakes, playing the Sims for hours on end and watching TV the entire day until I gave up and went to bed.
Sunday was more of the same. I got up and went for a run since I sat on the couch all day Saturday and I felt like a lump. It did my head good to get out and get some fresh air. I showered and settled in to play the Sims again while I watched the clock tick by. She had told me around 2 PM that she was heading over to Doreen's house to have a small BBQ. I anticipated a phone call or a text once she got there that it hit her that her sister was gone but it never came. Occassionally she would call or text me for a few minutes to check up on me and I was asking how her day was with her brothers. She said that they were laughing and catching up. They were only there for a few hours and I was dropping subtle hints that I wanted to come up had enough of waiting so I texted her Would it be OK if I came up?
She texted me back Sure.
I didn't need any other prompting than that. Within minutes I was on the road speeding up to her house. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and tell her I loved her. And hang out with her brothers. I was there in record time and Sheri was sitting on the front step waiting for me. The sun was nearly set as she walked towards me and opened her arms. I buried my head in her shoulder. I asked if she was alright and she breathed into my hair that she was.
I followed her into the house and I could smell the fire burning in the fire pit. She said over her shoulder "Dennis doesn't remember you." I was slightly insulted but it has been nearly three years since I've met him. Before I could even step outside Dennis was running into the house for another beer. He practically knocked me over and said "Oh yeah! Now I remember you!!" and embraced me in a bear hug. Sheri guided me outside and I first said hello to the devil, er, her mother. Regardless of how I personally feel about her no parent should bury a child and my heart broke for her. Then, in the glow of the firelight this Mr. Clean looking man stood up. It was her oldest brother, Spencer (who is referred to as Duncan, their last name). I shook his hand and gave his wife a hug. Terri excitedly said "Oh we've heard so much about you!"
I chuckled and said "Good things I hope!"
I went back into the kitchen to pour myself a beer and Sheri and I were talking and she got this excited glisten in her eye and said "We're going to tell Dennis right now."
My stomach jumped and I nearly spit my drink out. "Wha...what? Now?" I stammered. I was nervous but couldn't stop smiling.
She smiled really big and ran to the backdoor. "Dennis! Can you come here for a second???"
He walked into the kitchen and saw my glass of Guinness settling. "What's the matter? You poured it right."
Oh silly man. He thought she called him in because I needed help pouring my beer.
Sheri kept smiling and pointed between her and I. "No, I wanted to tell you we're kind of umm, together."
"That's great!" Dennis said without missing a beat.
I started breathing again and Sheri continued "For 5 years. We were together when you were out here a few years ago. I was just too scared to tell you."
Dennis opened his arms and took us into a big hug. "Are you happy?" he asked.
"Yes," we answered.
"Good, then that's all that matters. And hellooooo, I'm from California. There's no need to be scared to tell me that you're in love!"
We stood there and chatted for a few more minutes and he asked Sheri "If I may ask, when did you know?"
"As soon as I saw her," she answered.
Dennis smiled bigger and said "That's great. That's just great."
As the night went on Renee went into the house and I was able to sit out back and talk freely with Sheri and her brothers. Duncan's a character...he's got a past. But Dennis. I absolutely adore Dennis. He and Sheri are so eerily similar. As the night wore on Duncan and Terri retired just leaving Sheri, Dennis and I sitting in the back. We were able to be ourselves in front of them.
I cannot tell you how much of a breath of relief that was. We did a lot of laughing even though it was a very somber night. I'd occassionally glance across the backyard and think Doreen should be sitting here. A few beers in and with Sheri inside doing something Dennis and I were sitting on the swing pouring our hearts out to one another. We were both trying to choke back tears about the events of the upcoming days. I was saying "You have no idea what it was like to be here for five years and be pushed to the side. I couldn't look at her, I couldn't touch her as I brushed past her, I had to watch what I said so I didn't slip up and call her babe. And it breaks my heart that Doreen didn't know about us. I felt like she passed with this huge secret between Sheri and Doreen and it shouldn't be that way."
I asked him to hold her hand at the funeral since I couldn't. I said "I can't be there the way I want to be so I'm entrusting you to grab her hand if she starts to cry."
He said "Absolutely. I will do that for you."
I left shortly after that and felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders with two of her three brothers knowing.
Monday rolled around and I was on my way up there again. Duncan and Terri had left so it would just be Dennis there. No problems, he's my favorite anyways. It was just the three of us again sitting by the fire as the night wore on. Sheri and I were sitting on the swing and Dennis was sitting on the chair next to us. She had her hand on my knee and my hand was underneath her leg and we just were swinging and talking like it was the most natural thing in the world. I don't think it was possible to be more in love with her at that moment. She sat there with the glow of the fire flickering across her face and I could see her eyes were sad but she also seemed at peace. I admire their strength and how they have dealt with everything.
Tuesday came and went and then Wednesday was the wake. My stomach was lurching as I drove home from work anticipating what I was going to be met with. I am thankful that I ended up going to the later viewing because I feel like it gave Sheri and her family time at the earlier viewing to acclamate to the environment. I pulled up to the funeral home and took a deep cleansing breath, checked my makeup, and walked through the door. I saw Emily, Doreen's daughter and gave her a huge hug. I whispered "I'm so sorry," because if I said it any louder I would have broken down.
She hugged me back and said "Ooo, you smell good."
I don't know how they do it. I'd be a sobbing mess.
Sheri rounded the doorway and she saw my face. "You ok? You ready?"
"Yeah," I answered unconvincingly. "I'm ok, just give me a second." She guided me through the door and I quickly glanced to my left and saw the sheen of the wood casket. I looked away quickly and actually sought out Renee who was holding these tiny little Mary Janes that were Doreen's when she had just started walking. I sat down next to her and we started talking. It was early yet, just turned 7 PM and the funeral home was still relatively empty. As I sat there I stared at the casket and Sheri came over to get me and asked "Are you good? Do you want to go up and see her?" I nodded, wiping my tears away.
Her youngest, Jillian, and her oldest, Hannah, took either one of my arms to lead me up. I wasn't close to Doreen by any means but I loved her nonetheless simply for being Sheri's sister. I knelt down in front of the coffin and I felt the relief as I looked upon her. I glanced over my shoulder to Sheri and whispered She looks good!I said my prayers in my mind. I didn't really know what else to say. I apologized for her never knowing about us while she was alive but I hoped that had she known she would have been OK with it and see how happy her sister was. I prayerd for her spirit and that she watch over her family. My eyes started to well up and I didn't want to take up any more time for those people who knew her better so I did the Sign of the Cross and got up.
Within minutes the entire place was packed. By 7:15 there was a line out into the lobby for all of the lives that Doreen touched. We got blocked into the corner as everyone slowly shuffled passed us, paying their respects to Renee and Sheri. I was able to stay with Sheri as the two hours ticked by. Slowly everyone filtered out after realizing that they weren't going to have everyone sit and say prayers as they normally do. Sheri scoffed when I asked and said "Please, Doreen would have hated that. She would want everyone just to talk and laugh and be easy."
It was a little after 9 and there was only a handful of us left, mostly Doreen's son and daughter, their spouses and a one or two friends. It was that time to say their final goodbyes. The last time they'd ever lay eyes on Doreen's face. Jillian, God bless her heart, was hysterical crying. She tugged on my arm to come up and say goodbye but I said "No Jill, you guys can go, this is the time for family."
"But you are family!" She wailed.
"Maybe, but Dor Dor didn't know that."
"So tell her now!"
Sheri took her by the hand and lead her and Hannah up to the casket and I let my tears flow freely as she stood there in the middle and one arm around each of them. After a minute or so they came back to me and I opened my arms up to Jillian. She crawled into my lap still sobbing and Hannah sat next to me silently crying. Sheri sat down on my left and her eyes were welled up and overflowing which was one of the hardest things I had to see. I put my hand on her leg for support while my right hand was running through Hannah's hair. We sat there, the four of us, our own little family unit with quivering lips and crying eyes. We stayed like that for maybe a good ten minutes while Sheri's gaze was fixed on her sister. Jillian, exhausted, was completely undone. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight just trying to console her but it was useless. Sheri broke our trance and said "Alright, let's get you on the road."
Slowly we got up and she walked me to my car. I went home that night with my heart absolutely broken for them, even more so for Jillian who is just so young and so hurt.
I woke up early Thursday to get ready for the funeral. I picked up our friend Luis and I was recounting to him the events of the night prior. He didn't know what to expect as this was his first funeral that he's ever been to. We pulled up to the Church and it was this little tiny thing, not like these huge monstrocities that are built now to house hundreds of people. This maybe could have only held 100 people comfortably. Sheri had already taken her place in the second pew with Dennis and Hannah so Luis and I were forced to sit three rows behind her. She turned and caught my eye and gave me a half smile and just looked so sad. The service though was absolutely beautiful. No frills, no big to do, just how Doreen would have wanted it. Her husband, Warren, spoke first and recounted the story of a headstrong teenager introducing herself to him and not taking a no for an answer when asking him out. He is a man of few words, a serious man, but he spoke very eloquently and lovingly of his wife. Dean was next, telling stories of Doreen's beloved JEEP that she unwillingly let her son Christopher drive when he had first gotten his license. That was short lived after he backed the JEEP up right onto the hood of his own car. The stories they told had the church echoing with laughter. I did feel a sadness because I wish I knew the woman that they spoke of. I only met Doreen after she got sick, and even then I saw her twice a year. We didn't speak much aside from a few quick remarks she would make. Last October while Sheri and I were down in LBI for my birthday we stumbled upon this awesome 3 level birdhouse that was actually a made into a light. Sheri placed it on a corner next to her fireplace and at Thanksgiving last year Doreen dryly quipped "What did Sheri going to do with this, make it a bird hotel?"
After the burial we had the repass at an Italian restaurant which Sheri and I will be revisiting. There was about 55 people who came and you never would have been able to tell we had just came from a funeral. Sheri, Luis, the girls and I and Sheri's friend Judy sat at our own table. At one point in the afternoon Sheri actually reached under the table and put her hand on my knee. That light touch awakened such a spark in me that I think I lit up the entire room.
Afterwards she invited us back to the house. Luis and I took Jillian back to the house and got there first with Sheri, Dennis, and the Hannah shortly to follow. Now remember, we just buried their sister and Hannah came running up to me and said "Uncle Dennis said he'll be your donor!!"
Oh yes, that's totally a normal conversation to have right after a funeral. Apparently on the car ride back it was mentioned that we wanted a baby and for Dennis to be the donor so it'd be genetically linked to Sheri and the girls. He saw no problem in it and said "I gotta ask the wife first, but why the hell not!" I'd jokingly say "Hey Baby Daddy, you want a beer?"
Well, the excitement was short lived because the next day after he returned home and told his wife she kindly reminded him that he was fixed some 20 years prior. So, there goes that idea. I told Sheri she needs to tell Dean because he's our plan B.
After we had changed out of our funeral clothes we were sitting around the table and Dennis let it leak that he had told their cousin John about Sheri and I. So it's happening people, the walls are coming down. Things will be out in the open soon enough and all I can say is it's about damn time.
I cannot tell you how much of a breath of relief that was. We did a lot of laughing even though it was a very somber night. I'd occassionally glance across the backyard and think Doreen should be sitting here. A few beers in and with Sheri inside doing something Dennis and I were sitting on the swing pouring our hearts out to one another. We were both trying to choke back tears about the events of the upcoming days. I was saying "You have no idea what it was like to be here for five years and be pushed to the side. I couldn't look at her, I couldn't touch her as I brushed past her, I had to watch what I said so I didn't slip up and call her babe. And it breaks my heart that Doreen didn't know about us. I felt like she passed with this huge secret between Sheri and Doreen and it shouldn't be that way."
I asked him to hold her hand at the funeral since I couldn't. I said "I can't be there the way I want to be so I'm entrusting you to grab her hand if she starts to cry."
He said "Absolutely. I will do that for you."
I left shortly after that and felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders with two of her three brothers knowing.
Monday rolled around and I was on my way up there again. Duncan and Terri had left so it would just be Dennis there. No problems, he's my favorite anyways. It was just the three of us again sitting by the fire as the night wore on. Sheri and I were sitting on the swing and Dennis was sitting on the chair next to us. She had her hand on my knee and my hand was underneath her leg and we just were swinging and talking like it was the most natural thing in the world. I don't think it was possible to be more in love with her at that moment. She sat there with the glow of the fire flickering across her face and I could see her eyes were sad but she also seemed at peace. I admire their strength and how they have dealt with everything.
Tuesday came and went and then Wednesday was the wake. My stomach was lurching as I drove home from work anticipating what I was going to be met with. I am thankful that I ended up going to the later viewing because I feel like it gave Sheri and her family time at the earlier viewing to acclamate to the environment. I pulled up to the funeral home and took a deep cleansing breath, checked my makeup, and walked through the door. I saw Emily, Doreen's daughter and gave her a huge hug. I whispered "I'm so sorry," because if I said it any louder I would have broken down.
She hugged me back and said "Ooo, you smell good."
I don't know how they do it. I'd be a sobbing mess.
Sheri rounded the doorway and she saw my face. "You ok? You ready?"
"Yeah," I answered unconvincingly. "I'm ok, just give me a second." She guided me through the door and I quickly glanced to my left and saw the sheen of the wood casket. I looked away quickly and actually sought out Renee who was holding these tiny little Mary Janes that were Doreen's when she had just started walking. I sat down next to her and we started talking. It was early yet, just turned 7 PM and the funeral home was still relatively empty. As I sat there I stared at the casket and Sheri came over to get me and asked "Are you good? Do you want to go up and see her?" I nodded, wiping my tears away.
Her youngest, Jillian, and her oldest, Hannah, took either one of my arms to lead me up. I wasn't close to Doreen by any means but I loved her nonetheless simply for being Sheri's sister. I knelt down in front of the coffin and I felt the relief as I looked upon her. I glanced over my shoulder to Sheri and whispered She looks good!I said my prayers in my mind. I didn't really know what else to say. I apologized for her never knowing about us while she was alive but I hoped that had she known she would have been OK with it and see how happy her sister was. I prayerd for her spirit and that she watch over her family. My eyes started to well up and I didn't want to take up any more time for those people who knew her better so I did the Sign of the Cross and got up.
Within minutes the entire place was packed. By 7:15 there was a line out into the lobby for all of the lives that Doreen touched. We got blocked into the corner as everyone slowly shuffled passed us, paying their respects to Renee and Sheri. I was able to stay with Sheri as the two hours ticked by. Slowly everyone filtered out after realizing that they weren't going to have everyone sit and say prayers as they normally do. Sheri scoffed when I asked and said "Please, Doreen would have hated that. She would want everyone just to talk and laugh and be easy."
It was a little after 9 and there was only a handful of us left, mostly Doreen's son and daughter, their spouses and a one or two friends. It was that time to say their final goodbyes. The last time they'd ever lay eyes on Doreen's face. Jillian, God bless her heart, was hysterical crying. She tugged on my arm to come up and say goodbye but I said "No Jill, you guys can go, this is the time for family."
"But you are family!" She wailed.
"Maybe, but Dor Dor didn't know that."
"So tell her now!"
Sheri took her by the hand and lead her and Hannah up to the casket and I let my tears flow freely as she stood there in the middle and one arm around each of them. After a minute or so they came back to me and I opened my arms up to Jillian. She crawled into my lap still sobbing and Hannah sat next to me silently crying. Sheri sat down on my left and her eyes were welled up and overflowing which was one of the hardest things I had to see. I put my hand on her leg for support while my right hand was running through Hannah's hair. We sat there, the four of us, our own little family unit with quivering lips and crying eyes. We stayed like that for maybe a good ten minutes while Sheri's gaze was fixed on her sister. Jillian, exhausted, was completely undone. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight just trying to console her but it was useless. Sheri broke our trance and said "Alright, let's get you on the road."
Slowly we got up and she walked me to my car. I went home that night with my heart absolutely broken for them, even more so for Jillian who is just so young and so hurt.
I woke up early Thursday to get ready for the funeral. I picked up our friend Luis and I was recounting to him the events of the night prior. He didn't know what to expect as this was his first funeral that he's ever been to. We pulled up to the Church and it was this little tiny thing, not like these huge monstrocities that are built now to house hundreds of people. This maybe could have only held 100 people comfortably. Sheri had already taken her place in the second pew with Dennis and Hannah so Luis and I were forced to sit three rows behind her. She turned and caught my eye and gave me a half smile and just looked so sad. The service though was absolutely beautiful. No frills, no big to do, just how Doreen would have wanted it. Her husband, Warren, spoke first and recounted the story of a headstrong teenager introducing herself to him and not taking a no for an answer when asking him out. He is a man of few words, a serious man, but he spoke very eloquently and lovingly of his wife. Dean was next, telling stories of Doreen's beloved JEEP that she unwillingly let her son Christopher drive when he had first gotten his license. That was short lived after he backed the JEEP up right onto the hood of his own car. The stories they told had the church echoing with laughter. I did feel a sadness because I wish I knew the woman that they spoke of. I only met Doreen after she got sick, and even then I saw her twice a year. We didn't speak much aside from a few quick remarks she would make. Last October while Sheri and I were down in LBI for my birthday we stumbled upon this awesome 3 level birdhouse that was actually a made into a light. Sheri placed it on a corner next to her fireplace and at Thanksgiving last year Doreen dryly quipped "What did Sheri going to do with this, make it a bird hotel?"
After the burial we had the repass at an Italian restaurant which Sheri and I will be revisiting. There was about 55 people who came and you never would have been able to tell we had just came from a funeral. Sheri, Luis, the girls and I and Sheri's friend Judy sat at our own table. At one point in the afternoon Sheri actually reached under the table and put her hand on my knee. That light touch awakened such a spark in me that I think I lit up the entire room.
Afterwards she invited us back to the house. Luis and I took Jillian back to the house and got there first with Sheri, Dennis, and the Hannah shortly to follow. Now remember, we just buried their sister and Hannah came running up to me and said "Uncle Dennis said he'll be your donor!!"
Oh yes, that's totally a normal conversation to have right after a funeral. Apparently on the car ride back it was mentioned that we wanted a baby and for Dennis to be the donor so it'd be genetically linked to Sheri and the girls. He saw no problem in it and said "I gotta ask the wife first, but why the hell not!" I'd jokingly say "Hey Baby Daddy, you want a beer?"
Well, the excitement was short lived because the next day after he returned home and told his wife she kindly reminded him that he was fixed some 20 years prior. So, there goes that idea. I told Sheri she needs to tell Dean because he's our plan B.
After we had changed out of our funeral clothes we were sitting around the table and Dennis let it leak that he had told their cousin John about Sheri and I. So it's happening people, the walls are coming down. Things will be out in the open soon enough and all I can say is it's about damn time.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
She's Gone
Sheri's sister, Doreen, passed away early this morning after a nearly 5-year battle with metastatic uteran cancer.
Sheri has been spending a lot of time with her, cleaning her house, mowing her lawn, washing dishes and sitting there talking. She would report to me that she was regaining strength while she continued the chemo pill. She was even walking to the bathroom on her own.
In a week, everything went tumbling downhill. She stopped treatment after discovering the cancer spread to her liver. Sheri popped in on Monday, unannounced, to her sister being prepped for Hospice care. Sheri's neice had said she just wanted to be done, she was tired of fighting. It would only be a few weeks.
6:20 AM Thursday morning Sheri's ringtone echoed through my bedroom. I answered, panic stricken "What's wrong?"
"Doreen had a heart attack. She's at the hospital."
My heart dropped into my stomach and I stayed on the phone with her for about another twenty minutes just listening to her breathe. What could I say?
I wanted to push her to get to the hospital. No, she's still in the ER. She's awake, I'll go up when she's settled.
She then texted me that she was unconscious and on a morphine drip. She'd pass in a few days in her sleep.
It's a blessing, really. I've been praying that Doreen's suffering ends quickly and painlessly. But I made sure to add in But let Sheri say goodbye.
She texted me the other day I'm prepared as I'm gonna be. I will always have my sister's sense of humor and her voice at times coming out of my mouth. I will learn to draw her strength and wisdom when dealing with my own children and know that she is in a better place and no longer suffering.
I told her to make sure she tells her sister that. She didn't, but I'm sure Doreen knew that deep down, and she definately knows it now.
Oh how I wish I could protect her from this pain. And how I wish her sister had more time. Sheri said I'm just thinking of all the things my sister is going to miss.
I responded that I firmly believe that she won't. She will always be there, looking over her children. She'll meet her grandbabies in Heaven before they're even born. And she'll never leave her little sister.
Yesterday her breathing was slow and she was ice cold. Sheri had taken her daughters and her mother to see her twice, once in the morning, once in the evening. As they left last night around 9 PM Sheri texted me I rubbed my sister's leg, said goodbye, and told her I love her for the last time.
She called me once she got home and nothing sounded out of place. She was arguing with Jillian to get in bed and close her bedroom door. She was laughing as she watched Frasier. She talked nonchalantly about calling me when it happens.
Around 11 PM we got off the phone, both of us exhausted. I drifted easily into sleep as I repeatedly prayed for Doreen's death to be an easy one. I also prayed to give me strength so I could stop crying.
I woke up at some time in the night with my stomach lurching. I actually laid there taking deep breaths to try to force myself to not throw up. I knew my stomach was cramping because of exhaustion, whenever I'm that tired I always get sick to my stomach. I was laying on my back, not opening my eyes, for what seemed like maybe 10, 15 minutes. 2:30 AM, my phone rang. I knew it immediately was "the call" and I picked up. Sheri calmly said "Ok, she's gone."
I struggled to swallow my tears and I choked out "I'm so, SO sorry" and then the dam broke. I asked if she was OK, she said yes, she was all out of tears. I said "Then I'll cry enough for the both of us."
We stayed on the phone for the next hour. I got up and walked around and sat on my chair gazing out my living room window. It was a cool night, a light breeze and present was the sound of chirping crickets. She has said to me "At 1:55 I shot up, like something woke me up. Ten minutes later Christopher called me to tell me that she died at 1:45."
I suggested her waking up was because Doreen's spirit had come to visit her. "Maybe," she mused.
She passed peacefully, that they have solace in. Since she was in an induced coma she literally just stopped breathing. While I wish that she had been awake for everyone to say their goodbyes it would have been so much harder on everyone. Sheri told me that her heart attack was brought on by a panic attack. They induced her so she wouldn't panic, and as her daughter said, so she wouldn't die gasping for air.
I feel very disconnected, very out of the loop. Since 99% of Sheri's family does not know the nature of our relationship I cannot be there for her in the capacity that I want to be. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Doreen. Had I been there I would have felt completely out of place and like I was intruding. I still feel that way. Sheri's brother is flying in from California today and staying for the next week. She said if anything good has come from this is she gets to spend an entire week with her brother. That she is greatly looking forward to. And beer. There will be a lot of beer.
I met Dennis a few summers ago. He's exactly like Sheri, same quick wit, same sense of humor. She always speaks so highly of him. After the wake tomorrow I would love nothing more than to go back to Sheri's house with them and just sit down and have beers with her and her brothers. Her oldest brother, Duncan, is driving up from Tennessee and will arrive tonight. He's the only sibling that does know about me (and ironically the one Sheri can't stand the most). He and I have never met but at least if I were there he'd understand why.
Maybe something like this will push Sheri to be more open with her family. At the very least her brothers. I hate that Doreen has passed not knowing about us.
I hate that Doreen has passed, period.
I always thought she'd beat this. I always saw a different future for us. Doreen would be my sister-in-law. She'd sit on the other end of the table at Thanksgiving and make hysterical remarks with such a straight face, she'd text Sheri at Easter every time The Ten Commandments would come on. She'd get to see her children become parents, and see Sheri's children graduate high school and college. I know that in some capacity she still will. Just...not in the one we'd like.
Sheri and her family are holding it together remarkably well at this point in time. I'm sure that at the wake tomorrow, and the funeral Monday, it will be completely different. And it will kill me to not reach out and grab Sheri's hand. I probably won't even be sitting with her. I'll be with the rest of her friends. It will rip my heart out to see her cry and I can't do a damn thing about it.
I am just thankful that Sheri did spend time with her these past few weeks. She'll remember that she was there. I just wish it wasn't necessary.
I can't believe she's gone.
Be at peace, Doreen
Sheri has been spending a lot of time with her, cleaning her house, mowing her lawn, washing dishes and sitting there talking. She would report to me that she was regaining strength while she continued the chemo pill. She was even walking to the bathroom on her own.
In a week, everything went tumbling downhill. She stopped treatment after discovering the cancer spread to her liver. Sheri popped in on Monday, unannounced, to her sister being prepped for Hospice care. Sheri's neice had said she just wanted to be done, she was tired of fighting. It would only be a few weeks.
6:20 AM Thursday morning Sheri's ringtone echoed through my bedroom. I answered, panic stricken "What's wrong?"
"Doreen had a heart attack. She's at the hospital."
My heart dropped into my stomach and I stayed on the phone with her for about another twenty minutes just listening to her breathe. What could I say?
I wanted to push her to get to the hospital. No, she's still in the ER. She's awake, I'll go up when she's settled.
She then texted me that she was unconscious and on a morphine drip. She'd pass in a few days in her sleep.
It's a blessing, really. I've been praying that Doreen's suffering ends quickly and painlessly. But I made sure to add in But let Sheri say goodbye.
She texted me the other day I'm prepared as I'm gonna be. I will always have my sister's sense of humor and her voice at times coming out of my mouth. I will learn to draw her strength and wisdom when dealing with my own children and know that she is in a better place and no longer suffering.
I told her to make sure she tells her sister that. She didn't, but I'm sure Doreen knew that deep down, and she definately knows it now.
Oh how I wish I could protect her from this pain. And how I wish her sister had more time. Sheri said I'm just thinking of all the things my sister is going to miss.
I responded that I firmly believe that she won't. She will always be there, looking over her children. She'll meet her grandbabies in Heaven before they're even born. And she'll never leave her little sister.
Yesterday her breathing was slow and she was ice cold. Sheri had taken her daughters and her mother to see her twice, once in the morning, once in the evening. As they left last night around 9 PM Sheri texted me I rubbed my sister's leg, said goodbye, and told her I love her for the last time.
She called me once she got home and nothing sounded out of place. She was arguing with Jillian to get in bed and close her bedroom door. She was laughing as she watched Frasier. She talked nonchalantly about calling me when it happens.
Around 11 PM we got off the phone, both of us exhausted. I drifted easily into sleep as I repeatedly prayed for Doreen's death to be an easy one. I also prayed to give me strength so I could stop crying.
I woke up at some time in the night with my stomach lurching. I actually laid there taking deep breaths to try to force myself to not throw up. I knew my stomach was cramping because of exhaustion, whenever I'm that tired I always get sick to my stomach. I was laying on my back, not opening my eyes, for what seemed like maybe 10, 15 minutes. 2:30 AM, my phone rang. I knew it immediately was "the call" and I picked up. Sheri calmly said "Ok, she's gone."
I struggled to swallow my tears and I choked out "I'm so, SO sorry" and then the dam broke. I asked if she was OK, she said yes, she was all out of tears. I said "Then I'll cry enough for the both of us."
We stayed on the phone for the next hour. I got up and walked around and sat on my chair gazing out my living room window. It was a cool night, a light breeze and present was the sound of chirping crickets. She has said to me "At 1:55 I shot up, like something woke me up. Ten minutes later Christopher called me to tell me that she died at 1:45."
I suggested her waking up was because Doreen's spirit had come to visit her. "Maybe," she mused.
She passed peacefully, that they have solace in. Since she was in an induced coma she literally just stopped breathing. While I wish that she had been awake for everyone to say their goodbyes it would have been so much harder on everyone. Sheri told me that her heart attack was brought on by a panic attack. They induced her so she wouldn't panic, and as her daughter said, so she wouldn't die gasping for air.
I feel very disconnected, very out of the loop. Since 99% of Sheri's family does not know the nature of our relationship I cannot be there for her in the capacity that I want to be. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Doreen. Had I been there I would have felt completely out of place and like I was intruding. I still feel that way. Sheri's brother is flying in from California today and staying for the next week. She said if anything good has come from this is she gets to spend an entire week with her brother. That she is greatly looking forward to. And beer. There will be a lot of beer.
I met Dennis a few summers ago. He's exactly like Sheri, same quick wit, same sense of humor. She always speaks so highly of him. After the wake tomorrow I would love nothing more than to go back to Sheri's house with them and just sit down and have beers with her and her brothers. Her oldest brother, Duncan, is driving up from Tennessee and will arrive tonight. He's the only sibling that does know about me (and ironically the one Sheri can't stand the most). He and I have never met but at least if I were there he'd understand why.
Maybe something like this will push Sheri to be more open with her family. At the very least her brothers. I hate that Doreen has passed not knowing about us.
I hate that Doreen has passed, period.
I always thought she'd beat this. I always saw a different future for us. Doreen would be my sister-in-law. She'd sit on the other end of the table at Thanksgiving and make hysterical remarks with such a straight face, she'd text Sheri at Easter every time The Ten Commandments would come on. She'd get to see her children become parents, and see Sheri's children graduate high school and college. I know that in some capacity she still will. Just...not in the one we'd like.
Sheri and her family are holding it together remarkably well at this point in time. I'm sure that at the wake tomorrow, and the funeral Monday, it will be completely different. And it will kill me to not reach out and grab Sheri's hand. I probably won't even be sitting with her. I'll be with the rest of her friends. It will rip my heart out to see her cry and I can't do a damn thing about it.
I am just thankful that Sheri did spend time with her these past few weeks. She'll remember that she was there. I just wish it wasn't necessary.
I can't believe she's gone.
Be at peace, Doreen
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Just Like That
In recent days we've stumbled across old pictures that bring memories flooding back to the front of our brain. I have often said that I don't really remember a lot of the beginning of our relationship. Maybe it was because we were in a vodka induced haze, or maybe it was becaues I surpressed a lot of that hurt that I inflicted upon myself, but whatever the reason the beginning is very foggy. Like when you wake up and you're desperately trying to remember the dream that you just had and you can't recall any specific details.
Our friend Luis sent me a picture of Sheri yesterday in her PetSmart uniform. Her shirt was red, rather than the navy blue the managers wear, and she still had a handwritten name tag. This tells me this was probably a picture from her first few days at working in my store. We actually have no idea who took the picture but we suspect it was one of the stock boys.
I sat there, staring at that picture, and seeing once again what she looked like when I first met her. She looks the same, just a few years younger as she was only 39 at the time. But it...I don't know how to explain it, it just brought back all of the emotions that I had in the beginning. I was grinning like a fool as I stared at her and fell in love all over again.
I don't have many pictures from the beginning. I know there was one day we were sitting in my car and for some reason she had brought her camera to work. I sat in the drivers seat and she was in the passanger seat clicking away. I want to track down those pictures and remember what I used to look like. Remember, I was only 22.
We went from those two people, knowing nothing other than our undeniable need to be together, to the people we are today who love each other endlessly, regardless of how much we want to strangle one another sometimes.
I told a lifelong friend of mine last night that even if I have my hands wrapped around her neck strangling her, I want to kiss her at the same time. If that's not love, I don't know what is.
Last week we were able to play house for five days. She was able to send her mother and her youngest to southern Jersey to spend a few days with her brother, leaving her oldest home with her and the house open for me. I went up Wednesday after work and I had enough luggage to make it seem like I was moving in for good.
I have to have my pillows, especially my body pillow. I have a bad back and it helps me keep it aligned. Plus I hate feeling my knees touch each other and I cannot fall asleep unless I have something in between my legs (that's what she said). I also have gotten into the habit that I need a pillow over my head to fall asleep. It came in handy to block out the sound of her snoring.
I also have to have a fan. It's strictly for white noise and again, blocking out Sheri's snoring.
I'm happy to report that we survived living with each other for five days and came out unscathed. Unfortunately, Sheri and I don't get to sleep in the same bed with each other more than maybe two, three times a year. And that's just for a night or two. Rarely, maybe once a year, we'll spend more than three days together.
Sleeping together is interesting and humorous to say the least. Since we're both used to having a queen size bed to ourselves, it's a huge adjustment to share that space with another body. We have to alter which side we fall asleep on, where our legs are. Half of the time I would get a knee in my back or hot breath in my direction. And the snoring.....ALWAYS with the snoring.
I wouldn't change any of it (I lie). As I said to Sheri that even though I will never have a good night's sleep with her, and that we'll need a California King sized sleep number mattress to be remotely comfortable, if I'm lying awake at two in the morning because she's snoring it at least means that I'm lying next to her.
Thursday night Hannah stayed at a friend's house so we had the house to ourselves. We made the most of it and I enjoyed unmuffled, unbridled sex for the first time in I can't remember. I thought once I moved out into my own apartment that I'd be able to be as loud as I wanted but I quickly realized that I couldn't be because well, I have neighbors. I live above an elderly woman who makes me dinner and I don't think she wants to hear me in that way. I was looking forward to unleashing my inner sex kitten and being as loud as I wanted to be.
And did I deliver. In the midst of our curiosity and voyerism, Sheri and I had found some "videos" that showed a new position that we could try. The first time we did it a few weeks ago I felt something that I have never felt before, an internal orgasm. I have also learned that thankfully there is a pillow under my head so I could just turn my face and unleash everything into my pillow. Thursday night was no different, only no pillow. I wanted to be loud, I wanted to not care if most likely her neighbors heard me. And I'm sure that they did. I think the pictures on her walls were shaking with my screams.
I love our new position. It's like the planets and stars align and angels sing and there are freakin unicorns granting me every good feeling that has ever been felt. I had said to her that we should make that a once in a while position because it's hard on my legs but....it just feels too damn good.
Don't worry, I worked it for her too. We were making love during a pretty violent thunderstorm Thursday night. I worked her up to a good climax were she was clamped down around my fingers and we layed there, holding one another. There was a HUGE clap of thunder and I ripped my fingers out to cover my ears and the poor girl, I made her jump I pulled out so fast.
Needless to say we had the best night's sleep Thursday.
Friday we woke up and took advantage of still having the house to ourselves and ventured out of the bedroom to christen other parts of her house. We found a her position for her to get in while we had our little toy on and she was able to climax easily which for her, is major. Being able to make her feel that good, being able to make her sound the way she does....there is just nothing hotter. Nothing. If I could do that all the time for her, every day, it would be amazing. Our sex can be a little one sided since I am as easy as the wind blowing, but she can only have one, two if I'm lucky, and lord do you have to work for it. So when I can give her a good one, I lay there with a triumphant smile and know that when she is panting, pats my leg, and tells me "I'm good" I know that she is.
I think I'm still catching up on missed sleep from this past weekend. But like I said, I'd rather be laying next to her wide awake than not at all.
Our friend Luis sent me a picture of Sheri yesterday in her PetSmart uniform. Her shirt was red, rather than the navy blue the managers wear, and she still had a handwritten name tag. This tells me this was probably a picture from her first few days at working in my store. We actually have no idea who took the picture but we suspect it was one of the stock boys.
I sat there, staring at that picture, and seeing once again what she looked like when I first met her. She looks the same, just a few years younger as she was only 39 at the time. But it...I don't know how to explain it, it just brought back all of the emotions that I had in the beginning. I was grinning like a fool as I stared at her and fell in love all over again.
I don't have many pictures from the beginning. I know there was one day we were sitting in my car and for some reason she had brought her camera to work. I sat in the drivers seat and she was in the passanger seat clicking away. I want to track down those pictures and remember what I used to look like. Remember, I was only 22.
We went from those two people, knowing nothing other than our undeniable need to be together, to the people we are today who love each other endlessly, regardless of how much we want to strangle one another sometimes.
I told a lifelong friend of mine last night that even if I have my hands wrapped around her neck strangling her, I want to kiss her at the same time. If that's not love, I don't know what is.
Last week we were able to play house for five days. She was able to send her mother and her youngest to southern Jersey to spend a few days with her brother, leaving her oldest home with her and the house open for me. I went up Wednesday after work and I had enough luggage to make it seem like I was moving in for good.
I have to have my pillows, especially my body pillow. I have a bad back and it helps me keep it aligned. Plus I hate feeling my knees touch each other and I cannot fall asleep unless I have something in between my legs (that's what she said). I also have gotten into the habit that I need a pillow over my head to fall asleep. It came in handy to block out the sound of her snoring.
I also have to have a fan. It's strictly for white noise and again, blocking out Sheri's snoring.
I'm happy to report that we survived living with each other for five days and came out unscathed. Unfortunately, Sheri and I don't get to sleep in the same bed with each other more than maybe two, three times a year. And that's just for a night or two. Rarely, maybe once a year, we'll spend more than three days together.
Sleeping together is interesting and humorous to say the least. Since we're both used to having a queen size bed to ourselves, it's a huge adjustment to share that space with another body. We have to alter which side we fall asleep on, where our legs are. Half of the time I would get a knee in my back or hot breath in my direction. And the snoring.....ALWAYS with the snoring.
I wouldn't change any of it (I lie). As I said to Sheri that even though I will never have a good night's sleep with her, and that we'll need a California King sized sleep number mattress to be remotely comfortable, if I'm lying awake at two in the morning because she's snoring it at least means that I'm lying next to her.
Thursday night Hannah stayed at a friend's house so we had the house to ourselves. We made the most of it and I enjoyed unmuffled, unbridled sex for the first time in I can't remember. I thought once I moved out into my own apartment that I'd be able to be as loud as I wanted but I quickly realized that I couldn't be because well, I have neighbors. I live above an elderly woman who makes me dinner and I don't think she wants to hear me in that way. I was looking forward to unleashing my inner sex kitten and being as loud as I wanted to be.
And did I deliver. In the midst of our curiosity and voyerism, Sheri and I had found some "videos" that showed a new position that we could try. The first time we did it a few weeks ago I felt something that I have never felt before, an internal orgasm. I have also learned that thankfully there is a pillow under my head so I could just turn my face and unleash everything into my pillow. Thursday night was no different, only no pillow. I wanted to be loud, I wanted to not care if most likely her neighbors heard me. And I'm sure that they did. I think the pictures on her walls were shaking with my screams.
I love our new position. It's like the planets and stars align and angels sing and there are freakin unicorns granting me every good feeling that has ever been felt. I had said to her that we should make that a once in a while position because it's hard on my legs but....it just feels too damn good.
Don't worry, I worked it for her too. We were making love during a pretty violent thunderstorm Thursday night. I worked her up to a good climax were she was clamped down around my fingers and we layed there, holding one another. There was a HUGE clap of thunder and I ripped my fingers out to cover my ears and the poor girl, I made her jump I pulled out so fast.
Needless to say we had the best night's sleep Thursday.
Friday we woke up and took advantage of still having the house to ourselves and ventured out of the bedroom to christen other parts of her house. We found a her position for her to get in while we had our little toy on and she was able to climax easily which for her, is major. Being able to make her feel that good, being able to make her sound the way she does....there is just nothing hotter. Nothing. If I could do that all the time for her, every day, it would be amazing. Our sex can be a little one sided since I am as easy as the wind blowing, but she can only have one, two if I'm lucky, and lord do you have to work for it. So when I can give her a good one, I lay there with a triumphant smile and know that when she is panting, pats my leg, and tells me "I'm good" I know that she is.
I think I'm still catching up on missed sleep from this past weekend. But like I said, I'd rather be laying next to her wide awake than not at all.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
MySpace
Recently a friend of ours has logged into his long forgotten myspace account. I deleted mine a long time ago but Sheri's is still there. He shared with us the following that Sheri had written:
June 25, 2007
July 1, 2007
June 25, 2007
Another week shot to hell. Went to Great Adventure on Sat. with my girl. We had a lot of fun. I love doing new things with her. The day we spent in the city, going to the seaport, the Guggenheim, Central Park, all new things. All the relationships Ive had, I didnt do half the things that her and I have already done. This relationship is an adventure like no other. We sit and talk about how far we come in the past year. Had you asked me a year ago where we would be, I probably would have said that we dont even speak to one another anymore. But we stuck it out, through a lot of bad and very little good. But we dug our heals in and stuck it out, and I, for one, am grateful that we did. She completes me...I know shes gonna say no, "we compliment each other". Either way, we work....
July 1, 2007
Another great weekend. Friday night we were suppose to go to the movies but it didnt quite work out that way. We ended up going out to dinner and then have mind blowing sex for an hour and an half. Then we decided to go shoot pool (kick her ass in 4 straight games, to her credit, she did beat me at air hockey). Oh, and then we had more mind blowing sex. Saturday, dinner and then met friends for a double date. More mind blowing sex while we waited for the others to arrive. Sunday, we decided to give racketball a try. Ive been playing for years but this was her first time. I kicked her ass but im sure in a few weeks that wont be the case. Went food shopping and made great kabobs for the grill and ice cream for dessert. We made a fire and just had a great time. I love weekends like this. Next week is gonna be interesting...
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Driving
Sheri's daughter, Hannah, turned 16 last week. Here in NJ you have to be 16 to get a permit, whereas in other parts of the country you can be 15. At least I think that's how it still is. Anyways, it was just like yesterday that I got behind the wheel of a car for the first time. It was this gigantic boat of a car, like an old Crown Royal that had a 10 foot turning radius.
Driving came pretty easily to me, from what I remember. I had a cool instructor who basically let me do whatever I wanted which even included practicing driving with my knee as I saw my older sisters do. Lemme tell ya, he was a brave man.
Hannah didn't have a good first experience. She was at a weird 5-way intersection and didn't move as fast as the man behind her wanted her to and he started shouting and screaming at her-apparently never minding the fact that the car she was in had "Student Driver" plastered all over it. Her instructor, who is also a friend of the family, got out of the car and started shouting at the driver in Russian. The man then got out of his car and started screaming back, leaving poor, frightened Hannah to cry in the car. She didn't want to finish her six hours but she did and now has a permit.
On Sunday we had to drive to BFE to pick Hannah up from her father's house. Naturally, Hannah wanted to drive the 50 minutes back to my apartment. I am a control freak when it comes to cars and driving. If I don't know the person I will not drive with them-I am a horrible backseat driver and will only end up clenching the "Oh-Shit" handle until my knuckles turn white. I did not want Hannah, who has only been driving a week, to drive Sheri's car with me in it. So then Sheri said Hannah could drive back to their house from my apartment which is all major highways.
Yes, let's throw a new driver into the thick of things. I protested, picturing Hannah panicking about something and losing control of the car and it ending up as twisted metal and killing two people that I love. I knew that Hannah wanted to drive and I thought it would be better to let her drive on the windy country roads she at least had driven a few times already. So I relented and sat in the backseat.
I also am susceptible to car sickness. I have to be able to have a clear shot out of the windshield if I'm not driving to be fine so if I sit in the back I have to sit smack-dab in the middle. Sheri's BMW is a 2001 and the backseat did not have a shoulder harness in the middle, just the buckle that goes across your lap. I felt the panic rising in my throat, thinking if we got into an accident I was not going to be safe. I reached out and grabbed the handles on either side of me and prayed.
God, we went to Church today. We're good people. Please let us get home safely
Apparently me being so nervous was funny to both Hannah and Sheri and they were picking on me. Hannah would say easily "It's fiiinne. I know what I'm doing."
Yes, you've been driving a whole week. I forgot that you must know everything.
I took a deep breath and wiped my sweaty palms on my Sheri and tried to tell myself that we will be fine. We started off painstakingly slow, backing out of her father's driveway. At the end of the road she came to a full stop, used her directional although no one was behind us, looked both ways, and proceeded. A little ways up the road she had to make a sleft (slight left) and turned the car so sharply that I was sliding across the backseat. "Hannah! That was too sharp!" I shouted
Hannah laughed "You know that I'm just messing with you, right?"
"Ha.ha.ha. Just drive normally please unless you want to pull over now so your mother can drive!"
She did well, better than I expected. After about 15 minutes I began to relax a bit and let go of the handles. Sometimes she would take a turn too sharply and I'd go sliding again and my heart would jump into my throat. Or she'd drift over the yellow lines or too close to the edge of the road and we'd all let out a little "Whhhoooaaaaa!"
She's so much like her mother though. There was a car going 20 in a 40 and Hannah said "Is there a reason this car is not doing the speed limit?" We all laughed that she's already aggravated by slow drivers.
The scariest by far was her merging onto a highway. Thankfully since it was a Sunday the traffic was minimal but we kept trying to tell her to speed up and merge. I was nervous when I glanced at the spedometer and she was only going 40 in the acceleration lane. I was prodding her "You need to speed up!" Only a minute later I glanced again and she was going 75. "You need to slow down!!"
"Well you guys are talking to me and distracting me!"
"You still have to check your speed when you're driving!"
I could have nearly kissed the ground when she finally pulled into my complex. I told her "You drove better than I expected, but don't expect that this will be a regular occurrence."
I'm just really happy to be alive.
Driving came pretty easily to me, from what I remember. I had a cool instructor who basically let me do whatever I wanted which even included practicing driving with my knee as I saw my older sisters do. Lemme tell ya, he was a brave man.
Hannah didn't have a good first experience. She was at a weird 5-way intersection and didn't move as fast as the man behind her wanted her to and he started shouting and screaming at her-apparently never minding the fact that the car she was in had "Student Driver" plastered all over it. Her instructor, who is also a friend of the family, got out of the car and started shouting at the driver in Russian. The man then got out of his car and started screaming back, leaving poor, frightened Hannah to cry in the car. She didn't want to finish her six hours but she did and now has a permit.
On Sunday we had to drive to BFE to pick Hannah up from her father's house. Naturally, Hannah wanted to drive the 50 minutes back to my apartment. I am a control freak when it comes to cars and driving. If I don't know the person I will not drive with them-I am a horrible backseat driver and will only end up clenching the "Oh-Shit" handle until my knuckles turn white. I did not want Hannah, who has only been driving a week, to drive Sheri's car with me in it. So then Sheri said Hannah could drive back to their house from my apartment which is all major highways.
Yes, let's throw a new driver into the thick of things. I protested, picturing Hannah panicking about something and losing control of the car and it ending up as twisted metal and killing two people that I love. I knew that Hannah wanted to drive and I thought it would be better to let her drive on the windy country roads she at least had driven a few times already. So I relented and sat in the backseat.
I also am susceptible to car sickness. I have to be able to have a clear shot out of the windshield if I'm not driving to be fine so if I sit in the back I have to sit smack-dab in the middle. Sheri's BMW is a 2001 and the backseat did not have a shoulder harness in the middle, just the buckle that goes across your lap. I felt the panic rising in my throat, thinking if we got into an accident I was not going to be safe. I reached out and grabbed the handles on either side of me and prayed.
God, we went to Church today. We're good people. Please let us get home safely
Apparently me being so nervous was funny to both Hannah and Sheri and they were picking on me. Hannah would say easily "It's fiiinne. I know what I'm doing."
Yes, you've been driving a whole week. I forgot that you must know everything.
I took a deep breath and wiped my sweaty palms on my Sheri and tried to tell myself that we will be fine. We started off painstakingly slow, backing out of her father's driveway. At the end of the road she came to a full stop, used her directional although no one was behind us, looked both ways, and proceeded. A little ways up the road she had to make a sleft (slight left) and turned the car so sharply that I was sliding across the backseat. "Hannah! That was too sharp!" I shouted
Hannah laughed "You know that I'm just messing with you, right?"
"Ha.ha.ha. Just drive normally please unless you want to pull over now so your mother can drive!"
She did well, better than I expected. After about 15 minutes I began to relax a bit and let go of the handles. Sometimes she would take a turn too sharply and I'd go sliding again and my heart would jump into my throat. Or she'd drift over the yellow lines or too close to the edge of the road and we'd all let out a little "Whhhoooaaaaa!"
She's so much like her mother though. There was a car going 20 in a 40 and Hannah said "Is there a reason this car is not doing the speed limit?" We all laughed that she's already aggravated by slow drivers.
The scariest by far was her merging onto a highway. Thankfully since it was a Sunday the traffic was minimal but we kept trying to tell her to speed up and merge. I was nervous when I glanced at the spedometer and she was only going 40 in the acceleration lane. I was prodding her "You need to speed up!" Only a minute later I glanced again and she was going 75. "You need to slow down!!"
"Well you guys are talking to me and distracting me!"
"You still have to check your speed when you're driving!"
I could have nearly kissed the ground when she finally pulled into my complex. I told her "You drove better than I expected, but don't expect that this will be a regular occurrence."
I'm just really happy to be alive.
Monday, July 25, 2011
New Content
Finally all of our posts from After Ellen have been copied over and from here on out the dates and content will be current and original.
Here's to a new chapter!
<3, Jen & Sheri
Here's to a new chapter!
<3, Jen & Sheri
Ring a Ding Ding
Hey girls. I know it’s been some time since we’ve posted and we do apologize. With the threat of the AE moderators threatening to shut us down, Jen has been working to move all of our entries to Blogspot.com where we are free to write. We have also set up our own FB page much like Jill and Nikki from the Real L Word. With that out of the way, I just wanted to write a quick entry as to our escapade last light.
As some of you may know I am a Realtor. I received a call the other day from a woman looking to purchase a condo in Bergen County. I searched for what she was looking for and found 11 possibilities. Now Jen was on vacation until Wednesday. So yesterday afternoon I asked her to come along with me to “preview” the properties so I could whittle down the places to take my customer on Friday.
She met me at my office at 3:15 and we got on the road. I had an appointment to meet a homeowner at 7:30 so we headed to the furthest place first they worked our way back. By 5:20 we were starving so I suggested we stop for dinner and we would still have plenty of time to get to my 7:30. We were originally going to go to TGI Fridays but we drove past a restaurant called Charlie Browns. I mentioned maybe eating there, it would not be crowded and we could just sit and talk and get caught up, which is exactly what we did since we barely spoke while she was away.
We finished up dinner and still had an hour before I had to be at my appointment so we headed to Dairy Queen just down the road from my office. Time finally rolls around for us to head over to my appointment. There happen to be two units in the same complex so Jen and I went and checked out the empty unit first. I sent her back to the car because I didn’t want her to come into the unit with the homeowner home, it would’ve been a little awkward. I parked in front of the complex and crossed the lawn to ring the bell.
Jen stayed in the air conditioned car while I sat by the door waiting to get in. We were texting back and forth and she had that sly look on and I knew for sure a dirty picture was coming. I wasn’t wrong or disappointed.
Finally the homeowner showed up and I went in and checked out the unit. I was in there about ten minutes when I walked out and headed up to my car. I open my door, glad to be in the air conditioning when I turn to Jen who is hysterically crying to the point that she cannot speak.
OMG, did someone die while I was gone? was my first thought. Not completely an odd one with both of us with very sick sisters.
She composes herself long enough to get out that she lost her ring, not her diamond one, but her commitment band. I asked "What do you mean you lost it, you just had it on?"
My lovely girlfriend had taken her rings off to put lotion on her hands and not realizing that there is a vent that runs the width of my BMW windshield placed her ring up there where it proceeded to fall INTO the vent. Wonderful, ok how bad could it be? It wasn’t “lost” it was just technically misplaced at the moment.
After I console her that it would be alright, that I would get it out somehow, we headed back to my office to retrieve anything we could find to fish it out. I go into the office and grab a large paperclip which I proceed to unbend and rebend into a fish hook in order to grab this sucker. After finally getting the car positioned right, I let Jen start trying to hook it out. But no, what does she do? She wedges it down further so now it isn’t even rattling around anymore. After having had a good long look at the situation now and knowing exactly where it is we switch spots, her on the outside of the car with the flashlight and me, fishing in the area where I know it is.
After roughly two minutes I hear it move, the sound of metal across plastic. I have somehow dislodged it from the corner and have it up where we now have a semi clean shot at it. So bending and turning by handy paperclip to just a tiny hook at the end, I am able to snag the ring and maneuver it up through the vent and out. Jen grabbed it quickly and pushed it onto her finger, quite relieved that she had it back. She planted a huge kiss on me, jumping up and down like a child that had just gotten a toy out of a vending machine.
We previewed a few more condos after that and the entire time she was twirling the ring on her finger, just thankful to have it back on. We said our good-byes as it was getting late and she had to go back to work the next day. I’m sure she took that ring off when she got home, but at least it wasn’t gliding back and forth my vent every time I made a turn. She thanked me later for not getting mad at her. It was an accident, nothing to get mad at.
Knowing that that ring means so much to her, probably more than the diamond promise ring, was all the thank you I needed.
As some of you may know I am a Realtor. I received a call the other day from a woman looking to purchase a condo in Bergen County. I searched for what she was looking for and found 11 possibilities. Now Jen was on vacation until Wednesday. So yesterday afternoon I asked her to come along with me to “preview” the properties so I could whittle down the places to take my customer on Friday.
She met me at my office at 3:15 and we got on the road. I had an appointment to meet a homeowner at 7:30 so we headed to the furthest place first they worked our way back. By 5:20 we were starving so I suggested we stop for dinner and we would still have plenty of time to get to my 7:30. We were originally going to go to TGI Fridays but we drove past a restaurant called Charlie Browns. I mentioned maybe eating there, it would not be crowded and we could just sit and talk and get caught up, which is exactly what we did since we barely spoke while she was away.
We finished up dinner and still had an hour before I had to be at my appointment so we headed to Dairy Queen just down the road from my office. Time finally rolls around for us to head over to my appointment. There happen to be two units in the same complex so Jen and I went and checked out the empty unit first. I sent her back to the car because I didn’t want her to come into the unit with the homeowner home, it would’ve been a little awkward. I parked in front of the complex and crossed the lawn to ring the bell.
Jen stayed in the air conditioned car while I sat by the door waiting to get in. We were texting back and forth and she had that sly look on and I knew for sure a dirty picture was coming. I wasn’t wrong or disappointed.
Finally the homeowner showed up and I went in and checked out the unit. I was in there about ten minutes when I walked out and headed up to my car. I open my door, glad to be in the air conditioning when I turn to Jen who is hysterically crying to the point that she cannot speak.
OMG, did someone die while I was gone? was my first thought. Not completely an odd one with both of us with very sick sisters.
She composes herself long enough to get out that she lost her ring, not her diamond one, but her commitment band. I asked "What do you mean you lost it, you just had it on?"
My lovely girlfriend had taken her rings off to put lotion on her hands and not realizing that there is a vent that runs the width of my BMW windshield placed her ring up there where it proceeded to fall INTO the vent. Wonderful, ok how bad could it be? It wasn’t “lost” it was just technically misplaced at the moment.
After I console her that it would be alright, that I would get it out somehow, we headed back to my office to retrieve anything we could find to fish it out. I go into the office and grab a large paperclip which I proceed to unbend and rebend into a fish hook in order to grab this sucker. After finally getting the car positioned right, I let Jen start trying to hook it out. But no, what does she do? She wedges it down further so now it isn’t even rattling around anymore. After having had a good long look at the situation now and knowing exactly where it is we switch spots, her on the outside of the car with the flashlight and me, fishing in the area where I know it is.
After roughly two minutes I hear it move, the sound of metal across plastic. I have somehow dislodged it from the corner and have it up where we now have a semi clean shot at it. So bending and turning by handy paperclip to just a tiny hook at the end, I am able to snag the ring and maneuver it up through the vent and out. Jen grabbed it quickly and pushed it onto her finger, quite relieved that she had it back. She planted a huge kiss on me, jumping up and down like a child that had just gotten a toy out of a vending machine.
We previewed a few more condos after that and the entire time she was twirling the ring on her finger, just thankful to have it back on. We said our good-byes as it was getting late and she had to go back to work the next day. I’m sure she took that ring off when she got home, but at least it wasn’t gliding back and forth my vent every time I made a turn. She thanked me later for not getting mad at her. It was an accident, nothing to get mad at.
Knowing that that ring means so much to her, probably more than the diamond promise ring, was all the thank you I needed.
Hunger
Posted June 15, 2011
Sheri came down on Saturday to attend my nieces first dance recital with me and then head back to the apartment for some adult activity. Both of us have been sexually heightened recently, her's due from working out and mine, well, I'm always ready to go.
I was a tad concerned about Saturday though. I had gotten up early to run to the store to food shop (and winced as I watched my food bill climb over $100 with the realization I didn't even buy that much food) and when I returned I had lost complete power to my apartment. Luckily the heat wave that had hit the northeast had subsided and Saturday was a cool 70 degrees. I was able to open my windows and revel in the silence of not hearing one single air conditioner running. But..no electricity meant that my fish tank pump was not circulating the water, therefore not adding oxygen to it. I had checked with the petstore and the fish dude said that I should be OK for 3-5 hours but after that I should remove water and add some fresh water.
Great, sounded like a plan. Another problem though-no electricity meant no hot water...And I hadn't showered yet. Plus that also meant that I wouldn't have been able to get the water warm enough to add to the fish tank. So there I was, grungey, and watching my fish like a hawk to make sure they weren't becoming listless.
When Sheri got there I was near ready after dousing myself in perfume and trying desperately to tame my mane. "I look like I just rolled out of bed and threw my hair up. Which technically, I did," I whined.
"You look fine. We'll be sitting in a dark auditorium, no one will be looking at you."
Before we left I grabbed a medium sauce pan and scooped and poured the water back in the tank to give it some circulation. "Please don't die," I asked my fish. After about 5 or 6 times I replaced the top and we left to take what I thought was going to be the long drive to the recital.
I had alotted ourselves about an hour and a half since the recital was in Flemington, NJ and from what I remembered it would take me nearly 40 minutes to get out there from my parents house, and I'm 15 minutes more north now. Well, apparently I drive like a bat out of hell because just about 30 minutes later we were sitting in the parking lot with an hour to kill until showtime. "I spy with my little eye...." I started.
"I'm not playing eye-spy with you!" Sheri laughed.
A few minutes later of talking about nonsense I saw my sister-in-law's car pull in and park two rows behind us. "Seri's here!" I exclaimed. I wanted to see her before showtime since we were only staying for her dance then headed home. I gave her a big hug and she sleepily put her head on my shoulder. We walked into the auditorium and took our seats and waiting for my parents and my brother to show up. The show started promptly at 3 and I will say that these girls were extremely talented. It brought me back to my dancing days and I sat there beaming up at the stage remeniscing of how it would feel to be in the dressing rooms getting ready-all the excitement flowing through the air like electricity as a few dancers would be practicing in front of the mirror.
Dance after dance passed and then it was time for my niece's class- they danced to Little Bo Peep and were dressed in little tu-tus and had a headband that had sheep ears on them. My niece stood all the way stage left and by far the smallest in the class, and I'm not biased or anything but she was by far the cutest. They did their dance, all looking to the wings of the stage to follow the teachers hidden behind the curtains. We laughed throughout the entire thing because she was just so stinkin cute. And I won't even try to hide it, we cried a little too.
A few dances later Sheri and I snuck out and headed back home. We stopped at my parents house so I could shower and *ehem* shave. It felt so good to rinse that layer of grime off of me. We headed back to my apartment where I started to prepare dinner.
I was in the midst of cutting up the red potatoes when I saw out of the corner of my eye Sheri waltz into my kitchen with a sly smile. She came up slowly behind me and moved my hair out of the way and started to kiss and nibble on my neck, sending goosebumps all down my right side. I'd shrug my shoulder to try to block her access to my neck while attempting to concentrate on not slicing my finger off with a knife. "Sheri...are you trying to send me to the hospital?" I giggled.
She stopped kissing my neck and stepped back and I felt her fingers slip underneath the band of my yoga pants. In one swift movement my pants and underwear were down around my knees and I anxiously giggled, knowing what was to come.
I couldn't really fight her off. "You know, you could help me go faster by grabbing a few potatoes," I said.
"Nah," she whispered, "this is more fun." And with that she entered me, sending a gasp up into my throat.
It was very slow and methodical-she was teasing me, warming me up. I turned my head and we kissed deeply, her one hand wrapped around my stomach bringing me closer to her. I then continued to cut potatoes while she continued to probe me.
Eventually the potatoes were cut and she pulled my pants back up and let me finish preparing them. Once I got them in the oven we had an hour to have sex, stopping briefly for me to get up and stir the potatoes.
The last time I climaxed I was on the verge of screaming but thought against it. My windows were open and the apartments are not exactly soundproof and I really feel bad to have my elderly neighbor downstairs hearing my screams of ecstacy. It's just something I'd rather her not hear. I was splayed across my bed, panting, while Sheri was standing over me with an accomplished smile on her face. "That.....was a good one," I said breathlessly.
"You seemed to stifle yourself," she noted.
"Yeah, I don't need cops banging down my door to see if I'm being murdered."
"Will we be having sex again?"
"Of course!" I answered.
I stayed like that for a few more moments before I stood up to collect myself. After we washed our hands and faces and brushed our teeth I began to prepare the rest of dinner and cooked us the filet mignons which melted in our mouths.
We sat back, contented, plates empty and stomachs full. We watched TV for a bit until I felt a twinge in my body. While she was still watching TV I stood up and closed my blinds and my curtains in my living room and walked towards her with a smirk. She knew exactly what was coming and quickly ripped off her pants. I laid on top of her, pinning her arms above her head with my left hand, while my right hand travelled down. She was so eager that I was able to slip right in, causing her to draw in a deep breath. I was slow and deep, kissing her at the same time. My hips started to rock back and forth with each thrust and eventually I knelt down in front of her, one of her legs on my coffee table, and I had my dessert.
We continued into the bedroom where that time, I did let myself scream. I just had to cover my head with my pillow.
The one thing about our sex-we have a TON of fun. While I had on our toy my bed was squeaking obscenely loud to the point where we were rotating at 45 degree angles to try to find a position where it didn't make a sound. We'd move, I'd thrust, we'd laugh. She was on top of me, the bed squeaking with every movement and we were laughing so hard that she lost all of her strength in her arms and was completely smothering me. For those who have seen us on facebook-she has a bit of height on me and her boobs are bigger than my head, so when she's on top I always have a boob crushing my sternum making it nearly impossible for me to get enough air. When she has all of her weight on me I'm smothered by her boobs and I tend to have a shoulder crushing my windpipe but she's laughing too hard to move.
We often discuss that we should tape ourselves having sex-however we would have to cut out 90% of the video due to laughing and our stomachs growling in the middle of the act. Let me tell you, there's nothing sexier than trying to climax and your stomach lets out this noise that would be enough to scare small animals.
Sheri came down on Saturday to attend my nieces first dance recital with me and then head back to the apartment for some adult activity. Both of us have been sexually heightened recently, her's due from working out and mine, well, I'm always ready to go.
I was a tad concerned about Saturday though. I had gotten up early to run to the store to food shop (and winced as I watched my food bill climb over $100 with the realization I didn't even buy that much food) and when I returned I had lost complete power to my apartment. Luckily the heat wave that had hit the northeast had subsided and Saturday was a cool 70 degrees. I was able to open my windows and revel in the silence of not hearing one single air conditioner running. But..no electricity meant that my fish tank pump was not circulating the water, therefore not adding oxygen to it. I had checked with the petstore and the fish dude said that I should be OK for 3-5 hours but after that I should remove water and add some fresh water.
Great, sounded like a plan. Another problem though-no electricity meant no hot water...And I hadn't showered yet. Plus that also meant that I wouldn't have been able to get the water warm enough to add to the fish tank. So there I was, grungey, and watching my fish like a hawk to make sure they weren't becoming listless.
When Sheri got there I was near ready after dousing myself in perfume and trying desperately to tame my mane. "I look like I just rolled out of bed and threw my hair up. Which technically, I did," I whined.
"You look fine. We'll be sitting in a dark auditorium, no one will be looking at you."
Before we left I grabbed a medium sauce pan and scooped and poured the water back in the tank to give it some circulation. "Please don't die," I asked my fish. After about 5 or 6 times I replaced the top and we left to take what I thought was going to be the long drive to the recital.
I had alotted ourselves about an hour and a half since the recital was in Flemington, NJ and from what I remembered it would take me nearly 40 minutes to get out there from my parents house, and I'm 15 minutes more north now. Well, apparently I drive like a bat out of hell because just about 30 minutes later we were sitting in the parking lot with an hour to kill until showtime. "I spy with my little eye...." I started.
"I'm not playing eye-spy with you!" Sheri laughed.
A few minutes later of talking about nonsense I saw my sister-in-law's car pull in and park two rows behind us. "Seri's here!" I exclaimed. I wanted to see her before showtime since we were only staying for her dance then headed home. I gave her a big hug and she sleepily put her head on my shoulder. We walked into the auditorium and took our seats and waiting for my parents and my brother to show up. The show started promptly at 3 and I will say that these girls were extremely talented. It brought me back to my dancing days and I sat there beaming up at the stage remeniscing of how it would feel to be in the dressing rooms getting ready-all the excitement flowing through the air like electricity as a few dancers would be practicing in front of the mirror.
Dance after dance passed and then it was time for my niece's class- they danced to Little Bo Peep and were dressed in little tu-tus and had a headband that had sheep ears on them. My niece stood all the way stage left and by far the smallest in the class, and I'm not biased or anything but she was by far the cutest. They did their dance, all looking to the wings of the stage to follow the teachers hidden behind the curtains. We laughed throughout the entire thing because she was just so stinkin cute. And I won't even try to hide it, we cried a little too.
A few dances later Sheri and I snuck out and headed back home. We stopped at my parents house so I could shower and *ehem* shave. It felt so good to rinse that layer of grime off of me. We headed back to my apartment where I started to prepare dinner.
I was in the midst of cutting up the red potatoes when I saw out of the corner of my eye Sheri waltz into my kitchen with a sly smile. She came up slowly behind me and moved my hair out of the way and started to kiss and nibble on my neck, sending goosebumps all down my right side. I'd shrug my shoulder to try to block her access to my neck while attempting to concentrate on not slicing my finger off with a knife. "Sheri...are you trying to send me to the hospital?" I giggled.
She stopped kissing my neck and stepped back and I felt her fingers slip underneath the band of my yoga pants. In one swift movement my pants and underwear were down around my knees and I anxiously giggled, knowing what was to come.
I couldn't really fight her off. "You know, you could help me go faster by grabbing a few potatoes," I said.
"Nah," she whispered, "this is more fun." And with that she entered me, sending a gasp up into my throat.
It was very slow and methodical-she was teasing me, warming me up. I turned my head and we kissed deeply, her one hand wrapped around my stomach bringing me closer to her. I then continued to cut potatoes while she continued to probe me.
Eventually the potatoes were cut and she pulled my pants back up and let me finish preparing them. Once I got them in the oven we had an hour to have sex, stopping briefly for me to get up and stir the potatoes.
The last time I climaxed I was on the verge of screaming but thought against it. My windows were open and the apartments are not exactly soundproof and I really feel bad to have my elderly neighbor downstairs hearing my screams of ecstacy. It's just something I'd rather her not hear. I was splayed across my bed, panting, while Sheri was standing over me with an accomplished smile on her face. "That.....was a good one," I said breathlessly.
"You seemed to stifle yourself," she noted.
"Yeah, I don't need cops banging down my door to see if I'm being murdered."
"Will we be having sex again?"
"Of course!" I answered.
I stayed like that for a few more moments before I stood up to collect myself. After we washed our hands and faces and brushed our teeth I began to prepare the rest of dinner and cooked us the filet mignons which melted in our mouths.
We sat back, contented, plates empty and stomachs full. We watched TV for a bit until I felt a twinge in my body. While she was still watching TV I stood up and closed my blinds and my curtains in my living room and walked towards her with a smirk. She knew exactly what was coming and quickly ripped off her pants. I laid on top of her, pinning her arms above her head with my left hand, while my right hand travelled down. She was so eager that I was able to slip right in, causing her to draw in a deep breath. I was slow and deep, kissing her at the same time. My hips started to rock back and forth with each thrust and eventually I knelt down in front of her, one of her legs on my coffee table, and I had my dessert.
We continued into the bedroom where that time, I did let myself scream. I just had to cover my head with my pillow.
The one thing about our sex-we have a TON of fun. While I had on our toy my bed was squeaking obscenely loud to the point where we were rotating at 45 degree angles to try to find a position where it didn't make a sound. We'd move, I'd thrust, we'd laugh. She was on top of me, the bed squeaking with every movement and we were laughing so hard that she lost all of her strength in her arms and was completely smothering me. For those who have seen us on facebook-she has a bit of height on me and her boobs are bigger than my head, so when she's on top I always have a boob crushing my sternum making it nearly impossible for me to get enough air. When she has all of her weight on me I'm smothered by her boobs and I tend to have a shoulder crushing my windpipe but she's laughing too hard to move.
We often discuss that we should tape ourselves having sex-however we would have to cut out 90% of the video due to laughing and our stomachs growling in the middle of the act. Let me tell you, there's nothing sexier than trying to climax and your stomach lets out this noise that would be enough to scare small animals.
Miss Snores A Lot
Posted June 6, 2011
So who caught the premier of the Real L Word last night? Needless to say I had to fan myself after a few choice scenes. I still can't believe that they show half the shit they do. It's one thing to write about sex, but I can guarantee that I would never EVER allow cameras in the bedroom capturing what Sheri and I do best.
Unless I was drunk.
I've been at my apartment for 6 months now and this past Friday Sheri slept over for the first time. I use the term "sleep" loosely because when we share a bed there is very little sleep happening, whether it be due to roaming hands or her incessent snoring. This time was no different.
On Friday it was Sheri's mission to get me tipsy. I'm naturally aggressive but give me some alcohol and I'm an animal. Last Saturday I had a BBQ with Sheri and two of our friends for Memorial Day. I had consumed about a bottle and a half of wine and I started kissing all over Sheri and before she left I had her pinned against my front door making out. It didn't matter to me that our friends were in my kitchen trying desperately to not watch the scene that was unfolding in front of them. So this past Friday we were on my couch watching TV after dinner and Sheri wanted a re-enactment of the weekend prior and poured me two very full glasses of wine.
After the second glass Sheri was pantless on my couch with one leg on the coffee table and my head burried in the promise land.
Much like Whitney and Sara last night.
But that's not what I came to write about. After we moved into the bedroom and when both of us were spent it was time for bed. We shifted to our appropriate sides of the bed and our backs were to one another. I slurred "What, we aren't going to spoon?"
"Hrrmmph" she grunted, face already in her pillow.
She turned on to her right side and I wiggled in to mold my body to hers and we closed our eyes. It wasn't 90 seconds later she was complaining "I'm hooootttt and my shoulder hurrrttsss."
Much like in sports when the team is in a huddle I shouted "Aaannd break!" and we went back to our respective sides. I have to fall asleep on my left side. She falls asleep on her right. Which means we were facing each other. "Oh no," I said. "Roll over on to your other side. I can't fall asleep with you snoring your hot breath in my direction."
She whined a bit but she did roll over so her back was to me. I reached my hand over and ran my fingers up and down her back and rested my hand on the curve of her hip for a few seconds revelling in the fact that for the first time since I've moved here, and for the first time in nearly 8 months, we were sharing a bed together again.
Let me tell you, that feeling didn't last long. As I've written, Sheri has this inexplicable ability to fall asleep within, I kid you not, a minute after closing her eyes. My grin quickly faded when I heard the trademark heavy breathing and knew that snoring would soon follow. I groaned and put my pillow over my head and sank quickly into sleep thanks to two glasses of wine and an Advil PM.
I don't fool around, I have to be prepared when we sleep together.
I was asleep for a few hours when my eyes flashed open in the middle of the night to this chainsaw type sound eminating from Sheri's throat. In a sleepy stupor I threw my arm out to smack her and tell her to roll over. "Hmmhh*smack* Whaat?"
"Roll over! You're snoring!"
"*mumbles something*"
Luckily I fell asleep quickly again only to be awoken what seemed like an hour or two later by the same, incredibly loud snoring coming from my left. I reached out again to find out I couldn't push her on her side because she was already on her side facing away from me. Oh for Heaven's Sake I thought.
*smack*
"Hmmm?"
"You're snoring! Roll on to your stomach or something!"
Dutifully she rolled onto her stomach and I fell back to sleep.
Then there I was. 5 am in the morning realizing that I've only gotten about 4 hours of sleep. The sun was already starting to shine through my blinds and Sheri was still on her stomach, snoring away, and hogging up half the bed I might add. Sometimes she snores inhumanly loud. Sometimes, it's just heavy breathing. All the time, it keeps me awake. I tossed and turned and finally fell back to sleep for maybe another hour or two until it was about 7 or 8 in the morning and I knew that I wasn't going to get any more sleep.
If I can't sleep, she can't sleep. I got up, peed, brushed my teeth and threw some water on my face and jumped back in to bed. Sheri rolled and sleepily said "Morning baby," as she outstretched her arms. I sighed, defeated, and wiggled myself back into her open arms and we spooned like that for a few minutes until you guess it.....she started snoring.
"Sheri! You're snoring!" I whispered harshly.
"I'm not snoring. I'm not even asleep."
"Well that's a pretty neat trick then because yes, you are snoring."
We cuddled for a bit longer, us spooning, then her laying in my nook. Either way I'm blocking her face because I refuse to go anywhere near her mouth until she brushes her teeth. She thinks I should be all over her, morning breath and all. Sorry dear, I love you, but you can keep your dragon morning breath away from me.
Eventually she did get up, we had breakfast and washed the last night's activities off of us and we started all over again. I may have been exhausted, but she more than made up for keeping me awake. We were making out and when she finally touched me it was like electricity jolting through my body. It was only a few minutes later that I was quivering as my hands were intertwined in her hair, kissing her deeply. For nearly two hours I forgave her again and again and again for keeping me awake all throughout the night.
Next time, while I enjoy the payoff for her sleeping over, I wouldn't mind actually getting a good night's SLEEP thrown in there for good measure.
So who caught the premier of the Real L Word last night? Needless to say I had to fan myself after a few choice scenes. I still can't believe that they show half the shit they do. It's one thing to write about sex, but I can guarantee that I would never EVER allow cameras in the bedroom capturing what Sheri and I do best.
Unless I was drunk.
I've been at my apartment for 6 months now and this past Friday Sheri slept over for the first time. I use the term "sleep" loosely because when we share a bed there is very little sleep happening, whether it be due to roaming hands or her incessent snoring. This time was no different.
On Friday it was Sheri's mission to get me tipsy. I'm naturally aggressive but give me some alcohol and I'm an animal. Last Saturday I had a BBQ with Sheri and two of our friends for Memorial Day. I had consumed about a bottle and a half of wine and I started kissing all over Sheri and before she left I had her pinned against my front door making out. It didn't matter to me that our friends were in my kitchen trying desperately to not watch the scene that was unfolding in front of them. So this past Friday we were on my couch watching TV after dinner and Sheri wanted a re-enactment of the weekend prior and poured me two very full glasses of wine.
After the second glass Sheri was pantless on my couch with one leg on the coffee table and my head burried in the promise land.
Much like Whitney and Sara last night.
But that's not what I came to write about. After we moved into the bedroom and when both of us were spent it was time for bed. We shifted to our appropriate sides of the bed and our backs were to one another. I slurred "What, we aren't going to spoon?"
"Hrrmmph" she grunted, face already in her pillow.
She turned on to her right side and I wiggled in to mold my body to hers and we closed our eyes. It wasn't 90 seconds later she was complaining "I'm hooootttt and my shoulder hurrrttsss."
Much like in sports when the team is in a huddle I shouted "Aaannd break!" and we went back to our respective sides. I have to fall asleep on my left side. She falls asleep on her right. Which means we were facing each other. "Oh no," I said. "Roll over on to your other side. I can't fall asleep with you snoring your hot breath in my direction."
She whined a bit but she did roll over so her back was to me. I reached my hand over and ran my fingers up and down her back and rested my hand on the curve of her hip for a few seconds revelling in the fact that for the first time since I've moved here, and for the first time in nearly 8 months, we were sharing a bed together again.
Let me tell you, that feeling didn't last long. As I've written, Sheri has this inexplicable ability to fall asleep within, I kid you not, a minute after closing her eyes. My grin quickly faded when I heard the trademark heavy breathing and knew that snoring would soon follow. I groaned and put my pillow over my head and sank quickly into sleep thanks to two glasses of wine and an Advil PM.
I don't fool around, I have to be prepared when we sleep together.
I was asleep for a few hours when my eyes flashed open in the middle of the night to this chainsaw type sound eminating from Sheri's throat. In a sleepy stupor I threw my arm out to smack her and tell her to roll over. "Hmmhh*smack* Whaat?"
"Roll over! You're snoring!"
"*mumbles something*"
Luckily I fell asleep quickly again only to be awoken what seemed like an hour or two later by the same, incredibly loud snoring coming from my left. I reached out again to find out I couldn't push her on her side because she was already on her side facing away from me. Oh for Heaven's Sake I thought.
*smack*
"Hmmm?"
"You're snoring! Roll on to your stomach or something!"
Dutifully she rolled onto her stomach and I fell back to sleep.
Then there I was. 5 am in the morning realizing that I've only gotten about 4 hours of sleep. The sun was already starting to shine through my blinds and Sheri was still on her stomach, snoring away, and hogging up half the bed I might add. Sometimes she snores inhumanly loud. Sometimes, it's just heavy breathing. All the time, it keeps me awake. I tossed and turned and finally fell back to sleep for maybe another hour or two until it was about 7 or 8 in the morning and I knew that I wasn't going to get any more sleep.
If I can't sleep, she can't sleep. I got up, peed, brushed my teeth and threw some water on my face and jumped back in to bed. Sheri rolled and sleepily said "Morning baby," as she outstretched her arms. I sighed, defeated, and wiggled myself back into her open arms and we spooned like that for a few minutes until you guess it.....she started snoring.
"Sheri! You're snoring!" I whispered harshly.
"I'm not snoring. I'm not even asleep."
"Well that's a pretty neat trick then because yes, you are snoring."
We cuddled for a bit longer, us spooning, then her laying in my nook. Either way I'm blocking her face because I refuse to go anywhere near her mouth until she brushes her teeth. She thinks I should be all over her, morning breath and all. Sorry dear, I love you, but you can keep your dragon morning breath away from me.
Eventually she did get up, we had breakfast and washed the last night's activities off of us and we started all over again. I may have been exhausted, but she more than made up for keeping me awake. We were making out and when she finally touched me it was like electricity jolting through my body. It was only a few minutes later that I was quivering as my hands were intertwined in her hair, kissing her deeply. For nearly two hours I forgave her again and again and again for keeping me awake all throughout the night.
Next time, while I enjoy the payoff for her sleeping over, I wouldn't mind actually getting a good night's SLEEP thrown in there for good measure.
Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game
Posted May 17, 2011
I don't know why asking Sheri to write about our sex life makes her put her fingers in her ears and go "Lalalalalalala!" She much would rather I write about it. "That's your department."
This past weekend my mother and I went to upstate NY for her aunt's, my great aunt's, memorial service. She was my grandmother's sister and passed away Christmas Eve. My grandmother passed 6 years ago this February and my aunt was like the last living connection to her. I knew my mother, who is still deeply sad from losing her mother, needed someone by her side and my father is too sick to travel and my siblings were with our extended family the same weekend for a baptism.
I was the youngest person there by some 30 years. Even still, I got along very well with my distant cousins whom haven't seen me since I was a little girl.
"The last time I saw you you were dancing and singing 'Tomorrow'!"
Yes, I was quite the tenacious lass.
The first night we were there I was sitting with my mother and our cousins drinking and catching up. Somehow, the topic of sex came up. Here were my older cousins, in their 50's and 60's, talking freely about positions, locations, "Oh, my seven-foot dining room table works great!"
Ladies, there is not enough alcohol in the world to drown these words out of my head.
I stole away into the bathroom and quickly called Sheri. "They're talking about sex!" I hissed into the phone.
"Sooo?" she chuckled. "Tell them about your stories."
"NOOOOOOO!" I shrieked. "Oh my god Eww!"
"Commme oonnn. You may help them save their marriages."
"I don't think they have trouble with that."
I think it's highly inappropriate to discuss my sex life with my mother or any other family members. Now, complete and utter strangers I have no problem with.
Sex has been plentiful as of late. Last Saturday while up at Sheri's her girls were downstairs and we started making out in her room. Quickly, our hands were down each others pants, rapidly moving in and out while one ear was open for little footsteps running down the hall. As luck would have it, both of us were about to finish when we heard her youngest one bounding up the stairs. With lightening reflexes we pulled apart and fixed ourselves just as she reached the bedroom. With flushed cheeks she looked up at me and mouthed "later". I nodded understandably and waited impatiently for the clock to click by.
After her youngest went to bed and we shoo'd her oldest out of the room we resumed what we started earlier. A minute or two later our legs were buckling as she started to climax. I clamped my mouth over hers to try to silent her moans of pleasure so they didn't waft down the hall.
We stood back, sweaty, pulse rushing, with satisfied smiles on our faces. "I'm going to write about this" I whispered.
Thursday before I left Sheri said "I'm coming down and giving you a farewell present."
The entire week we talked dirty to one another. Once Thursday rolled around I came home from work to find her at my apartment, waiting for me. She had made dinner and ate it quickly while I took a shower and cleaned up. Once I got out I didn't even bother putting clothes on. We proceeded to have two hours of hot, sweaty, loud, amazing sex. Sometimes though, I feel like a long term hooker. After we were done she hopped out of bed and was throwing her clothes on. "Fuck me and leave me, eh? The money's on the dresser?" I joked
Even though this was a solumn weekend Sheri and I were still texting dirty. When I was out to dinner Saturday night I texted her how amazingly delicious it was, that I've never had anything so good. "So, it tastes like you then," she responded.
Thankfully the lights were low and I was warm so my cousins couldn't see me blush.
I had taken off of work today to recover from this emotional weekend. Sheri came down early after she took her children to school and I had already made it known that I planned on having sex today, and a lot of it. "I'm not in the mood-didn't even think about it," she said.
"That's too bad because I want it."
"Well, then you'll have to get me in the mood," she challenged.
"Challenge accepted!" I texted back.
I heard her open up the front door and I stood at the top of the stairs clad only in a black see-thru negligée and a wrap. I pulled her through the door and my fingers started fumbling with her shirt. She pushed my hands down and said "You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" and brushed past me.
I made her breakfast, still wearing practically nothing. She came up behind me and started kissing my neck and running her hand up my legs while I mixed waffle mix. I turned and we kissed deeply before she smirked and walked away from me leaving me hot and bothered.
I finished making breakfast and climbed on top of her on the couch. She started laughing and still pushing me off "No, just sit with me" she protested. I slumped beside her and crossed my arms, defeated.
We did some running around and came back and ate some lunch. "Do you want to Wii?" I suggested.
"Sure."
In the midst of playing basketball Sheri's hands started roaming on me, she lifted the back of my shirt and started kissing the small of my back. Her hands wrapped around me and started to touch me over my pants and I closed my eyes and put my head back.
When it was her time to shoot I ran into my room and stripped down to my bra and underwear. Enough of this fooling around, I was getting laid. When her turn was over I took the remote and turned off the tv.\ "But...but I thought we were going to play Wii!"
I took her by the hand, saying nothing, and lead her into the bedroom.
I will end with this. God bless that woman and her tongue.
I don't know why asking Sheri to write about our sex life makes her put her fingers in her ears and go "Lalalalalalala!" She much would rather I write about it. "That's your department."
This past weekend my mother and I went to upstate NY for her aunt's, my great aunt's, memorial service. She was my grandmother's sister and passed away Christmas Eve. My grandmother passed 6 years ago this February and my aunt was like the last living connection to her. I knew my mother, who is still deeply sad from losing her mother, needed someone by her side and my father is too sick to travel and my siblings were with our extended family the same weekend for a baptism.
I was the youngest person there by some 30 years. Even still, I got along very well with my distant cousins whom haven't seen me since I was a little girl.
"The last time I saw you you were dancing and singing 'Tomorrow'!"
Yes, I was quite the tenacious lass.
The first night we were there I was sitting with my mother and our cousins drinking and catching up. Somehow, the topic of sex came up. Here were my older cousins, in their 50's and 60's, talking freely about positions, locations, "Oh, my seven-foot dining room table works great!"
Ladies, there is not enough alcohol in the world to drown these words out of my head.
I stole away into the bathroom and quickly called Sheri. "They're talking about sex!" I hissed into the phone.
"Sooo?" she chuckled. "Tell them about your stories."
"NOOOOOOO!" I shrieked. "Oh my god Eww!"
"Commme oonnn. You may help them save their marriages."
"I don't think they have trouble with that."
I think it's highly inappropriate to discuss my sex life with my mother or any other family members. Now, complete and utter strangers I have no problem with.
Sex has been plentiful as of late. Last Saturday while up at Sheri's her girls were downstairs and we started making out in her room. Quickly, our hands were down each others pants, rapidly moving in and out while one ear was open for little footsteps running down the hall. As luck would have it, both of us were about to finish when we heard her youngest one bounding up the stairs. With lightening reflexes we pulled apart and fixed ourselves just as she reached the bedroom. With flushed cheeks she looked up at me and mouthed "later". I nodded understandably and waited impatiently for the clock to click by.
After her youngest went to bed and we shoo'd her oldest out of the room we resumed what we started earlier. A minute or two later our legs were buckling as she started to climax. I clamped my mouth over hers to try to silent her moans of pleasure so they didn't waft down the hall.
We stood back, sweaty, pulse rushing, with satisfied smiles on our faces. "I'm going to write about this" I whispered.
Thursday before I left Sheri said "I'm coming down and giving you a farewell present."
The entire week we talked dirty to one another. Once Thursday rolled around I came home from work to find her at my apartment, waiting for me. She had made dinner and ate it quickly while I took a shower and cleaned up. Once I got out I didn't even bother putting clothes on. We proceeded to have two hours of hot, sweaty, loud, amazing sex. Sometimes though, I feel like a long term hooker. After we were done she hopped out of bed and was throwing her clothes on. "Fuck me and leave me, eh? The money's on the dresser?" I joked
Even though this was a solumn weekend Sheri and I were still texting dirty. When I was out to dinner Saturday night I texted her how amazingly delicious it was, that I've never had anything so good. "So, it tastes like you then," she responded.
Thankfully the lights were low and I was warm so my cousins couldn't see me blush.
I had taken off of work today to recover from this emotional weekend. Sheri came down early after she took her children to school and I had already made it known that I planned on having sex today, and a lot of it. "I'm not in the mood-didn't even think about it," she said.
"That's too bad because I want it."
"Well, then you'll have to get me in the mood," she challenged.
"Challenge accepted!" I texted back.
I heard her open up the front door and I stood at the top of the stairs clad only in a black see-thru negligée and a wrap. I pulled her through the door and my fingers started fumbling with her shirt. She pushed my hands down and said "You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" and brushed past me.
I made her breakfast, still wearing practically nothing. She came up behind me and started kissing my neck and running her hand up my legs while I mixed waffle mix. I turned and we kissed deeply before she smirked and walked away from me leaving me hot and bothered.
I finished making breakfast and climbed on top of her on the couch. She started laughing and still pushing me off "No, just sit with me" she protested. I slumped beside her and crossed my arms, defeated.
We did some running around and came back and ate some lunch. "Do you want to Wii?" I suggested.
"Sure."
In the midst of playing basketball Sheri's hands started roaming on me, she lifted the back of my shirt and started kissing the small of my back. Her hands wrapped around me and started to touch me over my pants and I closed my eyes and put my head back.
When it was her time to shoot I ran into my room and stripped down to my bra and underwear. Enough of this fooling around, I was getting laid. When her turn was over I took the remote and turned off the tv.\ "But...but I thought we were going to play Wii!"
I took her by the hand, saying nothing, and lead her into the bedroom.
I will end with this. God bless that woman and her tongue.
Cadburry Eggs & Hopeless Romantic
Posted April 29, 2011
Ok, so the Royal Wedding is over. I was given a hard time all week for literally counting down the days and then the hours yesterday. I remember when Prince William’s parent were married, getting up at 4am as to not to miss anything. Of course, 30 years ago there wasn’t around the clock news like there is today. So at 3:55am I was up, anxiously awaiting the start of the festivities. After about 15 minutes I realized that I didn’t need to see everyone arriving, the only one I wanted to see was Kate arriving and of course the dress. So I reset my alarm and got up at 5:45 just in time to see her getting into the car with her father. She looked beautiful and timelessly classic, a modern Grace Kelly. I couldn’t help shed a tear as the spoke their vows, I always cry at weddings. For a moment I was 14 again, watching history repeat itself.
I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic. This brings to Wednesday and Thursday of this week. So, there are two words that make my girlfriend very happy besides booty call. Cadbury Eggs…yes those cream filled chocolate eggs that are only available around Easter. Jen had given up chocolate for lent so I skipped picking any up for her over the past few weeks. So on Tuesday she texts me a *sniffle sniffle*…”this is the first Easter I haven’t had any Cadbury Eggs and now they’re all gone”. So what do I do? I set out to find these things. I started out at one end of my town and drove around for an hour and a half before embarking on the CVS down by our high school. I walked in and found the left over Easter candy. I started rooting thru the basket and low and behold there was an egg….woohoo! I got one, but wait, what are the chances there’s gonna be another one? SCORE!!! Two eggs. So very proud of myself I pay for my eggs and head home. A friend of mine called when I was driving and asked what I was doing. I explained Jens sadness about missing the eggs for Easter. She randomly suggested that I try the Walgreens in the next town over; they always had tons of Easter candy left over. Ok, I thought, I’ll run up. Sure enough, a carton full of Cadbury Eggs. I grab 10 to give me an even dozen. Driving home very proud of myself I realize now that it would be cute to put them in an egg carton and present them that way. I didn’t have one so over to my neighbor’s home to see if she had one. Yup, she had one but not one that held 12 eggs…no that would make my life too easy. This egg carton held 18 eggs! So, back up to Walgreens to pick up 6 more eggs. The kid that rang me up the second time was the one that rang me up the first time. He goes wow…you must really like these. I just smiled, grabbed my bag and headed out.
I got home and put all the eggs into the carton, very proud of myself. Jen was coming over on Sunday so I figured I would just give them to her then, Mission accomplished….so I thought. A friend of mine called me early Thursday morning and I had told her what I had done. She said that was very sweet and that I should take them out to her apartment and put them in the fridge for her to find. Nah, I had to go to work and she lives 25 minutes one way. Well of course her idea was rattling in my head. What was the harm? I didn’t really have any work to do and my work wife Shirley said she would keep me company on the ride out. OK...let’s do it. Into my car we hop and head out. As we got onto the parkway, it started to rain, not light rain but came down in buckets, can’t see 10 feet ahead of you..RAIN. I drove very cautiously down the parkway and out Rt. 80, passing two nasty accidents on the way. We finally arrived and I made a quick dash in and out of the apartment. Now the drive home…another accident, traffic, what a mess. But hey, my girlfriend was gonna be very happy.
I anxiously waited for Jen to call, it was getting close to 7pm and she had been home for nearly an hour. Was she going to find them, was she going to skip dinner, never opening the refridge to see my little surprise? I sat down at my desk to do some work when she finally called….”um, were you in my apartment today?” Maybe, I coyly responded. “YOU ARE THE GREATEST GIRLFRIEND EVER. She couldn’t believe that I had done this, that I went to the bother of tracking down all those eggs, getting a carton and then driving in that downpour to do that for HER. She said no one had ever down anything so sweet for her her entire life. Again, just a hopeless romantic. I never had been until I met her, and I told her that. She said she’s happy that she gets to reap the rewards. Sometimes it’s just the little things.
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