Harvest of Wild Oats — 1

Returning to town after spending my early morning photographing landscapes in rural Johnson County, I was famished. As I drove past the Wardville city limits, I noticed the ‘Huddle House’ sign. I had not eaten there before and since leaving my home well before sunrise with only a cup of coffee and a protein bar to keep me going, I was famished. I made a snap decision to turn in there for breakfast.

As I entered the diner, I saw all the booths were taken so I took an open seat at the counter. A waitress greeted me, poured my coffee and took my order.

I looked around the interior as one does. This was a café for local people who, for the most part, knew each other. The diner, packed with the breakfast crowd, was noisy with talking and laughing; the clink and rattle of plates, glasses and silverware created a moderately loud cacophony in this small town diner.

While I waited for my order, I noticed a woman, the shift manager I assumed, looking at me with a slight smile on her face. Watching me, not in a creepy way, but I supposed that maybe she thought my face looked familiar, maybe she was trying to remember if she knew me.

She seemed somewhat familiar but there are times you see local strangers so often in a small town like Wardville, they become familiar even though you don’t know their names or anything else about them. She was a black woman. I’d guess about my height of 5’9”, kinda thick with an awesome behind and an average looking face. Not anyone that I would have known from the past or at least I didn’t think so. I’ve had black friends/coworkers over the years but her face just was not in my memory banks. I continued to sip my coffee as I waited for my meal.

A few minutes later, she was behind the counter setting my breakfast plate in front of me with a smile and a friendly voice.

“Sir, would you happen to be Lemuel Burgess?”

Surprised, “Yes ma’am, I am.”

“You probably don’t remember me, we met many years ago, my name is Ruby Williams.”

“No ma’am. I apologize, I don’t remember; your name is not familiar to me. Uh . . . I used to party a lot in my younger days so we could’ve met but I don’t have any memory of it. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be. You had a friend named Shawn.”

“Shawn Linvell?”

“He’s the one.”

“Oh shit . . . ma’am I used to carouse a lot back in the day when Shawn and I were running buddies. I did many things back then that I’m embarrassed and ashamed of now.”

She smiled, “I wonder if I could talk to you after you’ve finished? My shift ends at nine o’clock, if you have time and wouldn’t mind; I would really like to talk with you.”

“Uh, sure. I don’t have anywhere I need to be for a while. I’m about finished here; if it is convenient for you, once you’re off duty, we could talk out in my truck. It’s that FJ Cruiser across the parking lot.” With my thumb I gestured behind me.

“Thank you so much. I would appreciate that. I’ll be out at nine.”

I finished my meal, paid my check and left her a ten dollar tip, then walked across the parking lot to sit in my truck and wait for her to get off duty. While I waited, I pondered just what she could possibly want to talk to me about. I recalled that back in the day when I was drunk on tequila, I tended to be verbally abusive to women. I thought there were just a couple of instances that happened and in my memory I had always apologized the next time I saw the women. Was it possible I had verbally abused her and just didn’t remember? I absolutely hated that behavior in myself and I stopped drinking tequila because of its tendency to make me obnoxious. I was not an honorable man back then, while I was out running and gunning, sowing my wild oats.

I hoped that it wasn’t any more serious than that, so I could apologize for my rudeness and be done with it.

I was lost in thoughts of the past when I was startled by her tapping on the passenger side window. I flinched and saw her snicker at my response.

As she settled into the seat, she had a smile on her face, “I appreciate this, thanks for waiting to talk to me.”

“Ma’am, if I offended you in any way, back in the day when I’d been drinking, I do apologize and beg for your forgiveness.”

She chuckled, “No, it’s nothing like that. Do you remember an evening when you and Shawn came to my friend’s house? She was married and was screwing Shawn on the side. He brought you along . . . you and I hooked up?”

“Oh, lord. Yes I remember, uh . . . wow, that would’ve been . . . twenty some odd years ago?”

“Yes. We called Shawn a couple of days later and when you got on the phone, I thought you were drunk or high, ’cause you seemed to be clowning around and wouldn’t talk much to me. I took that as you just didn’t want to see me again.”

I hung my head in shame, “Yes, I remember that and I apologize for my rude behavior. I honestly don’t know why I did that.”

“I really, really wanted to hook up with you again.”

“Whew . . . well I’m really, really sorry for my rude behavior. At that time, I very well could’ve been drunk. I spent a lot of my early twenties drunk or high. Oh . . . wait a minute, yes I remember now, earlier that day I’d gone to the doctor and found out I had a case of the clap. I’d gotten it from you.”

It was her turn to look embarrassed and remorseful. “I didn’t know I had that until a few days later. I just didn’t know it then, I’d a never hooked up with you if I’d known I had gonorrhea. I’m real sorry about that.”

I gave her a smile, “I guess we were all living with risky behavior back then. I’d forgotten all about that. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No, not really . . . I got pregnant the night we were together.”

“Oh, shit . . .” My mind instantly assumed the worst, that she wanted to squeeze me for money.

“I thought I recognized you when you came in this morning, I just . . . just wanted you to know. I’m not asking for anything from you, I wanted you to know that there was a baby girl born from that little incident.”

Gobsmacked, I wasn’t sure how to respond as she sat stoically awaiting my reaction. My face was scarlet with embarrassment and shame. Dazed and staring out the driver’s side window, I watched as two grackles strutted comically across the parking lot in their search for food. Dumbfounded, I asked myself, why couldn’t I have used a rubber? I can’t believe how stupid I was back then. I just had to go in raw . . . fuck me. Moron!

“Aw, hell . . . I don’t know what to say. Ummm . . . ma’am, I’m sorry that happened. I had no idea. Can you tell me about her.”

She smiled and began, “OK, she just turned twenty-one, she’s in college on a full scholarship. She is working toward a degree in creative writing. She is smart as a whip. I am so proud of her. She’s pretty. Her skin is light brown, not dark like mine. I’ve told her how she came to be but she’s never let that hold her back.”

“Do you have any pictures of her? I’d like to see what she looks like.”

She smiled and searched in her purse and brought out a small plastic photo album, opened it and pointed to a beautiful young woman, “That’s her.”

“Oh, she is pretty.” I could easily discern my mother’s likeness in her face, so there was no denying my paternity. My hands were trembling as I paged through the photos. There were several of her as a young girl, growing older, finally a photo of her in cap and gown graduating high school.

“What’s her name?”

“LaShunda. I know this is an unwelcome surprise. When I realized who you were, I felt compelled to tell you. It’s not my intention to cause you any trouble. Do you think you might ever want to meet her?”

“Yes . . . I believe I would, yes, I would like that.”

She smiled big, “I’ll ask her about that the next time I talk to her. If she wants to meet you, would you give me your phone number? I’ll call you.”

I asked her, out of curiosity, “Are you married? Any other kids?”

“Not any more. My husband shacked up with another woman a few years back and I divorced his ass. No other kids. What about you, married with kids?”

“No kids. I was married and we were waiting a couple of years before we tried to get pregnant. We’d been married for two and a half years when there came a day she was feeling poorly, went to the doctor and she was diagnosed with a very aggressive type of leukemia. Once she was diagnosed it was only two and a half months and she was gone. That was tough to deal with and some days that pain is still with me. That was twelve years ago.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. You never remarried?”

I took a deep breath before answering, “No, I think for several years after, I had no desire to ever marry again. I was devastated. I was afraid of loving and losing another wife. I guess enough time has passed that I don’t have that fear anymore but I haven’t met anyone that I’d want a serious relationship with, that’s a hell of a commitment. How about you? You remarry?”

“Nope, I guess I was a little like you. I didn’t want to go through that pain . . . a betrayal like that again. I’ve had some steady man friends over the years but no one worthy of marriage.”

“Ruby, I’ve got somewhere I need to be in twenty minutes. I’d very much like to continue this conversation. I’d like to know more about her. Could I take you to dinner this evening?”

Her eyes widened, surprised by my invitation, then smiled big. “That would be lovely. Yes, I’d like that.”

I pulled my cell from my shirt pocket, opened my phone list then handed it to her, “If you’ll give me your phone number and address, would six thirty work for you?”

“That would be wonderful. This is a surprise. I did not expect that, thank you.”

At six-thirty on the dot, I turned into the potholed parking lot of her apartment complex. The place had a ramshackle look to it. The two story units needed a fresh coat of paint, litter was scattered across the parking lot and the landscaping certainly needed quite a bit of attention. It was obvious that low income people lived here and the management wasn’t spending much, if any money, on the upkeep of the place.

I sauntered along the cracked, uneven concrete walk and found her apartment. I knocked and she opened the door almost immediately.

I grinned at the sight of her, “Wow! You look really nice.” She had just a bit of makeup on, a sundress with spaghetti straps and leather sandals; the dark brown skin of her shoulders was flawless.

“Thank you, sir.”

As I was driving off the parking lot I mentioned, “I hope you don’t mind our driving to Fort Worth. There’s a very nice restaurant there that I haven’t visited for a while. I think you’ll like it.”

“That sounds lovely. I called LaShunda this afternoon and told her that I talked with you today. She says she’ll have to think about meeting you; she needs time to think through the situation.”

“Well, I can certainly understand that. I don’t want to force myself on her; I’d like to meet her but I do understand that after all this time it might be more than a little uncomfortable. It’s going to take time for me to sort through this myself and I’m anxious about meeting her as well. I guess I’m afraid she’ll reject me after all this time . . . I couldn’t blame her for that.”

“Lemuel, you just didn’t know. I think she’ll want to meet you after she has time to think about it. She did ask me, years ago, to tell her about you and I had to confess it was just a hookup, that I didn’t know much of anything about you.”

“Well, I can’t even imagine what that feels like, does she know I’m white?”

“Yes. When she was young, she asked why her skin was lighter than mine and I told her everything. I’ve always tried to be open and honest with her.”

We didn’t speak for a while, I guess we both had a lot on our minds as this situation seemed to come out of the blue. Just yesterday I had no knowledge of a child and now twenty four hours later, I have a daughter.

“Lemuel, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m an architectural photographer. Although at present I live here in Wardville, the vast majority of my work is done in the Metroplex. I have purchased and am remodeling a house in Fort Worth. In a couple more weeks, that project will be finished and I’ll be moving there. For now, I live in a small house here in town on Anglin Street, but I haven’t decided whether to sell it or keep it as a rental property.”

“Really? Let me know if you decide to rent it. I’ve long wanted to get out of that damn apartment. I’d love to have flower beds and a yard to take care of.”

“I’ll keep you informed. I’m sure we can work something out to make that happen.”

Ruby leaned back in the seat. After a while, I realized that she was watching me as I drove, a sweet smile on her face. Our conversation lagged . . .

I was stunned to realize she was wearing my favorite perfume, ‘Bakir’. My late wife had worn only that scent for me. I had not experienced that fragrance on anyone else since her passing. Recognizing that distinctive bouquet triggered something deep within my soul to shift into place. The chaos of my inner life that had been with me since my wife’s passing, was gone and in its place, tranquility replaced years of turbulence.

There was something exceedingly rare about this woman. Her presence, the sound of her voice, her smile, the scent of her created in me a sense of peace and settledness that had been absent from my life since my wife’s passing.

I had to admit to myself that I was very attracted to her.

As I turned into the ‘The Burgundy Tree’ parking lot, she remarked, “This place looks nice.”

“It is, this is the only place that I’ve ever seen escargot on the menu. A couple of years ago I was watching another patron eat. The look of absolute ecstasy on that man’s face, along with his proclamations of how delicious it was; that led me to order it the next time I was here.”

“What is that?”

“Snails.”

“Eww . . . that’s gross.”

“I used to think so, but watching as that guy ate them and how he was carrying on, I ordered the same on my next visit and they were awesome.”

“Well, I think I’ll order something else . . .” she snickered.

I ordered a bottle of wine for us. After perusing the menu we ordered our meal, then I poured us each a glass.

“Do you like the wine?”

“Yes, I usually keep a bottle on hand at home but this is so much better than what I buy.” She smiled as she took another sip.

We talked about many things as we ate. She had several stories to tell about LaShunda growing up. I loved hearing them but they stirred up guilt and regret that I had not been there for any of it.

I was slowly adjusting to the news that I had sired a daughter. I had to confess to myself that if I had been told of her pregnancy at the time, I may very well have rejected her outright. I was not a nice guy way back in the day and very likely would have told her bluntly to fuck off. I felt embarrassment and shame for the young man I used to be, once again.

As I had matured and reflected on my life, I deeply regretted many of the shenanigans I got into. Honestly, I knew I was lucky to still be alive.

As we left the restaurant, I placed my hand at the small of her back as we walked to my truck. She very subtly moved closer to me as we crossed the parking lot.

She felt good, really good.

“That was a wonderful meal, thank you.” She tittered, “The wine has made me feel all warm and happy inside.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. If you don’t mind, I’d like to drive by my house and see what progress the contractor has made.”

“That’s fine with me, I enjoy your company.”

As we parked in front of my house, she looked around and asked, “Is this a black neighborhood?”

“Yes and no. It’s actually mixed race. Most are black families, a few whites, many Hispanics and a sprinkling of Asians. This house was built in 1923. It is an ‘arts & craft’ style that was very popular back then. It is an architecture I absolutely love.”

“There are only four rooms, living, kitchen and two bedrooms. There is an add on in the back as a laundry room and a screened back porch. I have my contractor maintaining the original architecture throughout.”

As we entered, I turned on the interior lights and gave her the tour. The interior smelled of fresh paint.

“Once the renovation is complete, I plan to have an outbuilding constructed in the backyard that will be my photography studio/office.”

“Oh, Lemuel, this is beautiful. I hope I can see it when it is finished.”

I chuckled, “I reckon that can be arranged.”

Later, parked at her apartment complex, before we got out of the truck she asked, “Do you still like to smoke weed?”

“Oh yeah. I actually grow my own. I’ve got a garden shed in my backyard that has been set up to grow.”

“Well, you surprise me sir. I don’t know why, I just assumed you had left all that behind.”

“Let me put it this way . . . I have matured. I still drink but I can’t remember the last time I was drunk; it has been years. I still smoke weed but only at home, never when I’m out and about. I abused my body with my alcohol intake years ago but I’ve mellowed with age and I only partake of these at home now. I don’t go out to party like my younger, foolhardy days.”

“I have weed. Would you like to come in for a bit?”

“Yes, yes I would.”

“I’ll be right back, sit on the sofa and get comfortable, take your shoes off if you want. I’m gonna get my stash and pack us a bowl. I’ll be right back.”

I kicked my shoes off and stretched my legs out to rest on a small ottoman. The interior was decorated nicely in a very feminine way. The furniture had seen better days, but everything was clean and orderly.

The big meal in addition to the wine was making me drowsy. I perked up when I saw her return. She had changed into an oversized tee shirt and shorts. In her hand was a loaded glass pipe.

“It’s not the best I’ve ever had but it’s still pretty good,” said as she sat beside me on the couch. She had to get up as she forgot to bring a lighter. She stepped over to her kitchen and retrieved one.

“How much do you pay for your weed?”

“Too damn much. An eighth costs sixty bucks now.”

“Damn, I can remember, back in the day, paying fifty for a quarter. Don’t you buy any more, I’ve got more than I can smoke, I’ll give you a quarter anytime you need it. I’ve got a lot in my stockpile. I grow it for my own use only. For the mother of my daughter, no charge.”

“Damn, you sure?”

“Yep. I’ve shut down my grow until after I’ve moved to Fort Worth, then I’ll get it going again. From now on, you don’t need to spend any money on weed.” said with a grin on my face.

With a big smile, she said “Thank you.”

“Hell, for you, I’ll even provide free delivery.”

She giggled and said, “This day just keeps getting better and better, thanks.”

She handed me the pipe and lighter. I fired the bowl and took two quick hits then handed it back to her. She took two quick hits and giggled after she exhaled.

I settled deeper into the sofa, my head lay back as I waited for the fun stuff to flood the system and it did not disappoint. Ruby lay her head against my shoulder, so I moved my arm to allow her closer and resettled my arm across her shoulders and held her snuggly.

She murmured something that sounded a lot like a cat purring. It made me chuckle. She felt good under my arm, her fragrance excited me and it felt so good to be high with a woman nestled under my arm. The first time I saw her at the diner, I had judged her appearance as average. As I was getting to know her, she was becoming much more physically attractive to me as her personality was delightful. I longed to make love to her.

I don’t know how long we sat close like that but she stirred and sat up, then removed her tee shirt and snuggled back under my arm. Oh, her breasts were beautiful, full and firm with small tight nipples; just the kind I preferred.

I was having trouble focusing on her because I was so high, my mind wanted to wander and wonder about many things.

“Lemuel, take your clothes off.”

I jerked to attention, “What?”

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked. I want to make love with you . . . again.”

“Damn, I’m so high I don’t know if I can.” I snickered.

“Can you stay the night? I’d like to wake up with you here, in the morning.”

“Yep.”

She sat up, unbuttoned my shirt, then unzipped and removed my khakis and underwear. I was completely naked. She then pushed her shorts off, her gorgeous bottom was absolute perfection.

She settled back under my arm. She smelled so good, so warm and soft. Her pubes were trimmed short with the edges neatly shaved and I could detect the scent of her sex.

I was trying to maintain my focus to give her the attention she deserved but I was still too high to begin.

“Lemuel . . . “

“What?” My head jerked in her direction as I was almost too high to function in any meaningful conversation.

“Just like our first time, I’m going to take the initiative. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ really high.”

She shifted to kiss me on my lips, as her hand stroked down my chest and took hold of my cock. She was purring again while suckling one of my nipples while her hand stroked the length of my penis, which was quickly becoming rock hard.

She continued to kiss across my chest, going lower until she took me in her mouth. Her head moved slowly up and down my length. My hand rested on the back of her head as she fellated me, soon taking my full length into her mouth and throat.

I groaned, “Oh, god. You are so good at this . . . I’m cumming already.”

I blew my full load as she sucked and bobbed her head until there was not a drop of semen left in me. I pulled her up so I could kiss her on the mouth and taste my cum. We both groaned as our lips parted and we lay back on the sofa to recover.

After a few minutes of recovery I told her, “I’d never suspected when we met this morning, we’d be making love tonight. I just did not see that coming.”

“Well, we’re not through yet, cowboy. When we’ve recovered, I’m taking you into my bed and I’m going fuck you properly. I haven’t had a lover in two years or longer and you will be blessed by me tonight.”

“Well, I like the sound of that.”

She smiled and then rose from the couch. She helped me up and led me to her bedroom. “Once we lay down, we are going to hit the pipe again and make love. I want that white dick, again.”

Another hit of the pipe and I was completely fucked up. Laying on her bed I was trying to not float away, my mind exploring the universe, too high to remember where I was.

She turned onto her side, her hand moving across my chest and down to my cock. She moaned as she took me in hand to fondle me. She cupped my balls and kneaded my scrotum. It felt good to be with a woman again.

This time I asked, “Is there any chance of you getting pregnant? I don’t have any condoms.”

She giggled, “No chance. I had a hysterectomy years ago. Fibroid tumors. No worries of a repeat of the last time we did this.”

I relaxed with a huge sense of relief and gave myself over to the blessing of no worries. I wished I had had the presence of mind to use a condom the first time with her, but there’s no going back to undo the past.

She possessed a lot of stored up passion and she unleashed every bit of it on me.

She soon had my dick so hard, a cat couldn’t scratch it. She straddled my body, took my cock in hand and settled herself upon it. I groaned with pleasure and gave up any need to control or dominate; she was in the driver’s seat and she knew what to do.

The thought passed through my mind, I could’ve been having this all along if I hadn’t been such a prick back in the day.

My hands roamed up her belly, her skin so soft and smooth. She was riding me hard and fast as I took both her breasts in hand to fondle. Then we clasped hands, interlacing our fingers and she with eyes wide open, locked onto my eyes and we experienced a transcendental connection as we orgasmed simultaneously.

Orgasming together, we were grunting and sweating, then laughing as she collapsed on top of me and lay there catching our breath. We lay like that for a long time, kissing as we held onto each other. I felt my semen drip from her onto me and I didn’t want to ever leave this spot in time. I could have lain with her on me for hours, but she soon shifted to lay beside me.

Our noses touching, we stared into each other’s eyes, our lips touching frequently as our breathing finally returned to normal.

“Lem, what do you remember about our first time? Anything?”

“Well . . . let’s see. I remember Shawn told me he was going to hook up with this married woman, she had a friend and he asked me if I wanted to go. He told me that both of you were black. That excited me because I’d never been with a black woman before so it was kinda like, ‘I gotta do this’.”

She giggled, “What else?’

“Well, I’m really shy and when we got there and were introduced, my timidity kept me from saying anything at all. It’s like I forgot how to talk.”

She snickered, “Yes, you hardly said a word at all and I had to make the move to lead you to the bedroom.”

“Yes, that’s me alright. I remember the fucking and I went down on you but you didn’t return the favor.”

“I’d never sucked a dick before and I’d never had a guy go down on me like you did. You were the first to ever do that for me.”

“Well, what do you remember?”

“You never kissed me on the lips. You sucked my clit; you ate my pussy; you kissed down my neck and my body but never on my lips. I remember thinking you didn’t want to kiss me on the lips because I was black.”

“I don’t remember that. I did want the hook up because you were black but I don’t remember what I was thinking about that, I don’t think it was a racial thing; maybe it was, I just don’t recall. I do remember being disappointed that you didn’t suck my dick.”

“Yeah . . . well, I’d never done that before. I was only seventeen. I wasn’t a virgin but I didn’t have much experience then. Why didn’t you want to hook up again? I really wanted to.”

“I would guess it was because I caught the clap from you.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot that part. I’m so sorry.”

“No worries. I got over it. Honestly, I was really shy back then so when we were introduced I just didn’t know what to say. I’m still that way but I’m able to overcome it most of the time.”

“I want to ask you this . . . honest answers only; do you see this as just a one time hookup?”

“Honestly . . . I don’t want this to be that. I don’t believe this morning was just a chance encounter as I have never eaten at ‘Huddle House’. I had a very strong impulse to have breakfast there when I saw the sign, it’s almost like I turned in without thinking. I never do that. Maybe it was my guardian angel directing me to go there for us to meet”.

“I’d very much like to see you again. I haven’t felt like this about anyone for a very long time; I would like to continue to see you. I mean, the sex has been awesome but I would like to see you on the regular to determine if we have a deeper connection, a real relationship.”

She smiled, “I would like that too.”

The next morning we awoke and made slow, sensuous love as our connection seemed to be growing exponentially. For a long time we lay on our sides in the sixty-nine position, giving and receiving pleasure. Later we showered together and I took her from behind. Her body was quaking as she orgasmed, her knees buckled and I had to hold on to her to keep her from collapsing completely.

“How about we go out for lunch? I need to stop by my house to feed my cat and I can give you some cannabis.”

“I’d like that. You don’t mind being seen in public with a black woman?” She said it with a smile but I sensed she was serious. Wardville is a racist community.

“Honestly, it won’t bother me in the least if some of these hicks are offended seeing us together.”

She smiled, “I thought maybe that was why you drove us to Fort Worth to eat last night, instead of staying local.”

“I took you there because that is my favorite restaurant, the food is great and I really wanted to impress you.” I snickered, “Believe me, I don’t give a single fuck what the rubes in this town think. If anyone gets their panties in a wad over us being together . . . fuck ‘em.”

She grinned big, “Thank you.”

I drove to Whataburger, went through the drive-thru for cheeseburgers and fries, and then drove to my home.

Driving on Anglin street, I pointed to a small cottage, painted yellow with white trim.

“That’s my house.” We drove to the corner and turned, then turned again into the back yard to park under the carport.

“Oh, I love it. This is so cute.”

“Yeah, I’ve had it for fifteen years. I’ve done a number of modern updates and repairs. It’s been here since 1921.”

“So, you may rent it?”

“Ya know, I couldn’t decide whether to sell or rent but after yesterday, I’d like to rent it to you. I should be moving out in four weeks, if my contractor finishes on time.”

“To me? I would love it. How much will the rent be?”

“For you, as the mother of my daughter, I’ll charge you only enough to cover the property taxes and insurance on the place. I’ll have to look those figures up to be exact but I think they’re, together, two hundred maybe two fifty a month,

Her eyes grew large, her hand covered her open mouth and her eyes filled with tears. “Are you sure?”

“Listen, I want to do this for you. I wasn’t there for you or LaShunda, ever. If I’d known about the pregnancy back then, honestly and I hate to confess this, but I’d probably have told you to fuck off. I’m ashamed of it but that’s just the way I was at the time. I can’t change the past but if I can help you now, in the present; I want to at least do that for you, if you’ll allow me. Let’s go in and take a look.”

We went in for a quick tour. It didn’t take long as it is only a four room house. Then before the burgers got cold, we returned to the kitchen and ate.

Later we sat in lawn chairs on the back porch holding hands as we talked.

“Lemuel, I probably should go home. I need to take my laundry to the laundromat and get prepared for my work week. I hate for this to end but I’ve got to be up and at work by 4am.”

“Oh, that’s brutal. Uh . . . you only get one day off?”

“At present, we’re short handed so I’m only off on Sundays for the time being.”

“What do you think about doing your laundry here? I’ve got a washer and dryer you can use for free. I would love for you to spend another night with me. Your laundry would get done and you can be up and on time to work. What do you think? I don’t want to rush you into anything but I enjoy your company so much, I guess I’m not ready for it to end.”

“Oh, Lem . . . I’d like that. I almost can’t believe this is happening. Yesterday morning when I recognized you, I just wanted to tell you about LaShunda. I had no idea things would unfold the way they have. I’m so grateful this is happening.”

“Me too. I just can’t believe it’s only happenstance. It’s got to be something more. Maybe fate? I don’t know what it is, but I’ll take it.”

Hours later found us sitting together on the couch, her laundry done, our feet propped on an ottoman, sitting shoulder to shoulder, holding hands watching a movie. Her head was on my shoulder. She yawned and stretched, “I better get a shower. I love your big ass bathtub, is that an antique?”

“It is. I was out photographing on a friend’s farm, a couple of years ago. I saw that tub in a barn being used as a water trough. He let me have it and I had it restored. I think it’s cool.”

She smiled and sat up straight. “You want to take a bath with me?”

“Oh, hell yeah! That’s a great idea!”

She giggled like a little girl as we rose from the couch.

“I’ll pack us a bowl and we can get high while we soak.”

With no window to allow light in the bathroom, I gathered some scented candles I had on hand, lit them and closed the door creating a perfect atmosphere for us to soak together.

When the tub was filled with scented bath salts and hot water, we settled gingerly into the steamy water. I lit the loaded pipe and we each took a couple of hits.

Ruby was laying back against my chest comfortably and groaned, “This is so nice. This is another first for me, I love it.”

“You’ve never soaked with a lover like this?”

“Never, the men I allowed in my life weren’t the most sophisticated. I love being with you. I feel so content, like this.”

From behind, reaching around with my hands I cupped each of her breasts, slowly, gently massaged them both and felt her nipples harden. She moaned with pleasure as my hands moved down and around her belly, then lower and I massaged her clitoris.

“Oh, baby, what you do to me. I can’t get enough.”

“Can’t get enough. That’s the perfect way to describe it. That’s the way I feel as well.”

She tittered and said, “I’m not used to this much sex, my coochie is sore. It’s been many years since I’ve experienced anything like this.”

“I’m sorry you hurt.”

“Oh, honey. It’s a good hurt though. I don’t want to stop.”

“Good, I don’t want to stop until my dick is so worn out it won’t rise to the occasion.”

She giggled and moaned again as my fingers were massaging her clit. “This is so nice. I could stay here forever.”

“Me too.”

The candles fluttered light and shadow on the walls and ceiling. I had not experienced this feeling of oneness with any woman since my wife. I resolved to not take this for granted so I intentionally focused on just us experiencing our intimacy. I wanted to savor all the goodness from this moment.

“Lemuel, I know it’s only been two days. I . . . I don’t want to rush or pressure you. My heart is full. I don’t want this to end. Do you have any sense of where we may be headed?”

“Hmmm . . . I can’t say. I know where I want this to go. I hesitate to say this after only two days . . . I am in love with you. I’m afraid of moving too fast and it blowing up. I think slow and cautious is best but at the same time I don’t want to leave this moment, ever. I don’t want you to leave for your apartment. I want you here with me always.”

“Mmm . . . I feel that way too. We’re mature enough, don’t you think, that we can be together this soon and make it work? I don’t want to be away from you, ever.”

“Maybe we can. If we were in our early twenties, it would be way too soon but I’m forty-one. How old are you?”

“Thirty-eight.”

“I think we’re mature enough and stable enough to make it work. Not just make it work but I think we could each flourish living together.”

“Oh . . . I like that. Who’d a thought? Two days and considering living together, wow!”

“I know, I know, but we do have a history and we have a daughter, although I didn’t know that until yesterday. I feel that we have the maturity to make it work if we both want it badly enough. I swear, I’m not a guy that just impulsively jumps into a relationship, but somehow, someway with you, this just feels different.”

“Yes. I’m not that goofy seventeen year old girl having hookups with guys I don’t know. I actually don’t know you yet, but in some way, I feel I do know you. Is that weird? I have a real sense that this is what should happen. Is that what you want, for us to live together?”

“For anyone else I’d say that’s crazy but with you it just feels right. I’m stunned by the way fate has brought us together. I don’t want to freak you out but . . . I don’t know if I believe in reincarnation or not, but this morning I was propped on my elbow watching you sleep and I experienced a very real impression that I have known you before, that we’ve been together in a former life. Is that crazy?”

“Really?”

“Yes, that actually happened. I’m intuitive, I pick up vibes from people and, not always, but most of the time what I sense about them proves to be accurate.”

“That’s interesting. So you think we’ve been together in a former life?”

“That was my impression. I also picked up yesterday that you are an honest woman and someone I’d want to have a relationship with. I have never, ever picked up these vibes from anyone else. I guess that’s one reason I’m willing to move forward rapidly with you. What do you think? Do you need more time? It’s alright if you do, I certainly don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re uncertain about.”

“I, uh . . . let me think about it. I’m inclined to say yes, my heart says yes, my mind says slow down. If we do, how would we make it work? If you’re moving to Fort Worth in a month, I would have to leave my job and get another, I would need to give notice at work and to the apartment manager; there’s more, I just need time to think it through.”

“Take all the time you need, no pressure. I only want to do this if things can work out in your favor. I hope I haven’t jumped the gun on this. I won’t say any more about it, alright?”

With that said, she turned onto her side and pressed her body higher in the tub and we kissed, long and hard, our tongues dancing together. Minutes later when we broke our kiss, she said, “Let’s finish our bath and take me to your bed, I want to make love.”

I must confess that I have always liked sexually aggressive women. My late wife was like that. Telling, directing, showing me what she wanted sexually. She often initiated our coupling and dominated the action. I loved it like that.

With the infrequent coitus I had experienced in the years since her passing, I seemed to be with women who were sexually timid and depended on me to determine what we did and how we did it. That was always, somehow inadequate for me. I wanted a full partner expressing what we did, how we fucked and how often we fucked.

Ruby proved to be very sexually aggressive and I loved it. As soon as we were in bed she took charge.

Unbeknownst to me, along with her work clothes and make-up bag, she had packed a strap-on dildo. We did not make love. She ordered me to lay on the bed as she strapped up, then proceeded to lube my asshole and then she fucked me, there’s no other way to describe it. She pressed my legs back to my shoulders, penetrated me and she fucked me slow and sensuous, she fucked me fast and hard. She ordered me onto my hands and knees, then as she penetrated me, she spanked my ass with both hands, as she thrust in and out. My white ass cheeks were scarlet by the time she finished. Her hand never touched my cock, I orgasmed onto the bed sheet as her dildo had stimulated my prostate as I had never experienced before. She had a massive orgasm with me having not touched her. I had never, ever experienced anything like that before but I definitely hoped we would again and soon.

The next morning, she was gone when I got out of bed. I made my way to the kitchen to start my coffee. On the counter in front of my French press was a handwritten note: Good morning lover, I’m ready. I want to live with you, all my love. Ruby

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Retired. Art photographer, aspiring writer.

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