Our relationship has always been a see-saw. We feed off of each other’s energy and more
often than not my mood is based on hers when we’re together. If she’s stressed and quiet I am very on edge
and over compensate for the silence which ends up bugging her even more. If she’s happy and jubilant I am more at ease
and relaxed. When she laughs there is no
better sound in the world.
I wanted to see Sheri for Valentine’s Day dinner.
Crazy of me, right? I didn’t want an expensive dinner, I didn’t want
anything lavish or extravagant. I actually just wanted to sit at the bar
of our normal restaurant, have a cocktail or two, and put my feet up on her
chair while her fingers make lazy circles on my ankles.
What did I end up doing?
Playing Sims all night reenacting that scenario.
The prior Wednesday night was the North Jersey regional
choir concert that her oldest daughter was talented enough to be a part
of. We sat on the auditorium as hundreds of the states most talented HS
singers joined their voices in harmony. She sat on my right and cried at
a song called “Music in My Mother’s House” because she said Hannah
fills my house with music. On the way home we were laughing so
hard we were crying because we passed a sign for Supermarket Bingo and we
started calling out Iceberg Lettuce, 23. Oranges, 69.
Bread, 5. Each time we called out a food Sheri’s laughter only
got harder to the point she couldn’t breathe. I sat there listening to
her laugh and appreciated it the same way as when Hannah was on stage
singing. To me there’s no sound more beautiful.
That feeling went to pot early Valentine’s Day morning when
Sheri said to me on my way to work “I REALLY don’t want to go out
tonight. Do you know what the restaurants are going to be like?”
So I said “So come down by me. “
And I got her typical response “No, I have to work early.”
I am so.damned.tired of that response. If I didn’t
hear those 6 words ever again in my life it would be too soon.
I sat at work all morning glancing over my shoulder for that
moment when our girl at the front desk would round the corner with that huge
green and brown box from Pro-Flowers. Every Valentine’s Day Sheri has
always sent flowers to my job. As the hours ticked by it was lunch time
and I had a fleeting thought Maybe she’ll surprise me at work with
flowers and take me to lunch. THAT would be romantic. When she
texted me at 12:30 that she was out of her real estate class and having
chick-fil-a for lunch I said Well, there goes that idea. When she
asked what idea I told her I thought maybe she’d surprise me for lunch and she
said That thought never crossed my mind.
Apparently I responded.
Please stop getting caught up in the meaning of
today. I love you. I don’t need valentine’s day to say that.
I would rather surprise you with roses when you least expect them.
I’m not hard to please. Want to know how easy I
am? She emailed me at work later yesterday afternoon. I was
silently fuming when these huge red words popped up on my screen. All she
said was I LOVE YOU. That’s
it. And that made me ridiculously happy. An email. See?
I don’t ask for much.
Driving home that night I wondered if I’d come home to a
surprise in my apartment. I slowly opened my door hoping she’d be sitting
on my couch, or that there would be a surprise waiting for me.
Nope. Nada. She’s done that in the past. I’ve come home and
there would be flowers sitting on my kitchen table. Or remember when out
of the blue she drove down and put a two-dozen carton of Cadbury Crème eggs in
my fridge?
I called her that night and debated on whether or not to say
something. I ended up saying in a
non-confrontational tone “I’m very surprised and a little disappointed I didn’t
get anything today.” I knew that she
would have a bouquet of flowers delivered to her work the next day with a
thoughtful note that I wrote and I didn’t get anything. I have been struggling since the death of my
father and thought she would take that into account. Sometimes I feel like she treats me like an
obligation rather than a priority.
And to compound on that neglected feeling we both had Tuesday
off from work. I had taken off as we
were going to take another trip up to Massachusetts to look at another college
but that has been pushed back. Whenever
we have a day off at the same time the wheels start turning in my head of what
fun things we can do together. She
completely burst my bubble when she immediately shot down that idea because she
had “things she has to do. She has to do laundry and it’s her only day
off and the girls don’t have school…” I
bit my lip in aggravation as I knew fighting with her about it would be
pointless. I responded “You know, this
is the same exact situation that we had back in July.”
I went through the next day still wallowing in my hurt when
I decided to try and salvage the situation.
I decided that when I saw her Saturday that I would make it a romantic
dinner at a private table for two. I was
made even happier when she texted me early Saturday saying that she would come
down Tuesday and spend a part of the day with me. That made me so ridiculously happy. I got my apartment ready and the wonderful
smells filled every corner. I had the
brilliant idea minutes before she showed up to make it a candle light dinner
with soft music in the background. I
arranged tea lights in the shape of a heart as the centerpiece. I knew I was corny but it made me happy. I heard her walking up the stairs and opened
the front door for her and motioned into the apartment “Your table for two is
ready.”
She was standing with a beautiful bouquet of roses and lilies
and smirked “You didn’t think I would show up empty handed, did you?” As I ushered her into the kitchen she saw the
heart made of candles and laughed and kissed me and said “You’re so stupid!”
I took the flowers and put them in a red vase and they were
placed in the center of the table. The
music channel broadcasting songs as instrumental variations flowed through the
apartment as we sat and our filet mignon and I sipped my red wine. Dinner, as per usual, was delicious and she
went into the bathroom to wash up after a long day of work.
I took advantage of those few minutes to quickly strip out
of my clothes and slip on a red satin negligée that has hearts covered my
chest. I put the candle center piece on
my dresser and laid across my bed in a sultry pose waiting for her to get out
of the shower. When she entered my room
I kneeled up and gestured towards the candles and said “My heart burns for you
baby,” and giggled as I pulled her on top of me.
Her hands slipped over my negligée and made short work of
removing my underwear as I positioned myself on top of her. I sat up as her hands rested on my hips and slowly
removed the rest of my outfit and flung it somewhere across the room. We kissed deeply as my fingers began to
explore her as I trailed my tongue down her belly to taste her. When I came back up I positioned my body over
hers as we simultaneously pleasured one another to bring her to her first very
loud climax.
After we caught our breaths she flipped me on to my back and
did very quick work with her tongue to make sure that my own orgasm wasn’t far
behind hers. She rested her head on the
inside of my thigh and waited for me to regain my composure while her fingers
were drawing circles on my belly. After
a while she started up again and made my back arch off my bed, hands clench at
my sheets, and toes curl.
She crawled up my body and I curled up into her nook. Our legs were tangled together while her hand
was tracing up and down my side. I
rubbed my nose into her neck which causes her to pinch up her shoulders and
squeal out from getting goosebumps.
After lying like that for a while I started softly kissing her again
knowing full well what I was doing. She
protested at first since she is very much like a man, she’s one and done. Very, very rarely will she achieve more than
one orgasm. I didn’t want her leaving
any time soon so I laid on top of her and gave her quick kisses until they
started to become more exploring. She
breathed out that it probably wouldn’t happen but her legs opened anyways. I dipped a finger inside, and then a
second. I moved slowly and deeply until
my motions became quicker. She reached
down to touch me and less than a minute later I felt her tense beneath me and
release in waves. I trailed little
kisses along her collar bone and smiled against her skin. “Happy Valentine’s Day to me,” she grinned,
eyes still closed and head tilted back.
Yes, Happy Valentine’s Day indeed.
