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.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
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.
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