Now & Forever 3 - Blind love

by Joachim, Jean C.

  After dinner, she turned on the television to take in the end of a Jets game and made herself a strong drink.

  “Jets! Thank you, Marcia,” Jakub said, smiling.

  After the third drink, she passed out on the sofa, as always.

  He carried her to bed, undressed her down to her panties. Kissed her forehead and left.

  After a week of Jakub’s food and ministrations, Marcia was feeling stronger though she still had three strong drinks. She still passed out, relying on Jakub to carry her upstairs.

  But this night, when he went to pull the covers up, Marcia opened her eyes, put her arms around his neck and pulled him down, covering his mouth with hers softly in a tentative kiss. Jakub was astounded, but he responded, slowly caressing her lips with his.

  Marcia had reached her limit of being alone. She thought she’d lose her mind in bed every night by herself. Then she remembered Jakub. Strong, attractive Jakub, who took care of her, who’d seen her almost naked and had not taken advantage of her. He seemed like the perfect antidote to her bone-crushing loneliness.

  “Jakub, make love to me,” she whispered in his ear.

  He moved his head up and their eyes connected. He looked at her quizzically, as if to ask her if she was sure. She nodded.

  “Please,” she said.

  He put his warm hand on her cheek and kissed her more passionately, his lips parting hers, his tongue invading her mouth. It felt strange to her at first, but the gentle insistence of Jakub’s tongue raised desire in her, a feeling she hadn’t had for a long time.

  He got up and stripped off his clothes, revealing a working body, a body in good condition, a hard chest, strong legs and a stomach not yet gone to pot. Then he removed Marcia’s panties, his eyes gazing on her totally naked loveliness. He muttered something in Czech as he ran his hands down her soft flesh, over her breasts and down to her thighs. His lips sought hers again as he possessed her mouth with his. He lay down on the bed next to her, putting his free hand on her breast and parting her thighs with his knee.

  His lips found her peak and Marcia arched her back as the ache in her loins grew and fire began to fill her veins. She touched his chest, covered with soft brown hair beginning to gray. She ran her hands over his strong shoulders and arms, the arms that had carried her night after night up to her bed.

  Marcia noticed that touching her soft warm flesh made him hard. He kissed her, his hands caressing her body, gliding over her silky skin. His fingers on her inner thigh slid up quickly into her soft, moist flesh, exploring and stroking her gently. She was slipping into another world where nothing existed but her senses. His persistent stroking filled her mind and her veins with hot desire, pushing out rational thought, replacing it with lust.

  He murmured sweet words in Czech against her neck as his lips found her pulse. Marcia moaned and called out his name as he made the ache inside her grow to the breaking point. Then he was inside her in an instant, moving slowly, gently at first. She groaned as her hips moved with him, and she was consumed by feeling, longing. Intense excitement took over her body as Jakub increased his pace, causing her to explode in ecstasy with such force she cried out, completely out of control, submitting totally to Jakub and the needs of her body.

  Her response caused him to lose himself in a powerful release that followed hers. He exclaimed in Czech and held her close. Afterward they lay there in silence. Jakub rolled off her and took her in his arms. Her tremendous climax loosened her emotions and she sobbed onto his chest, pent-up anger at Jay’s disease and sadness overflowing in hot tears.

  “I hurt you? I’m sorry,” he said, kissing her forehead.

  She shook her head, unable to control her voice. He tightened his grip on her as if it would ease her pain. In a few minutes she calmed down, relaxing against him, taking in his scent and refusing to think beyond the first feeling of peace she had known in five years. When his body surrounded her senses, shutting off her mind, nothing bad could penetrate; death was kept at bay and all she could feel was a resurgence of life through sexual energy. Her reawakened passion renewed her spirit, made her feel alive, feel something, more than she felt since she could remember.

  Marcia got drowsy. Jakub slowly released her from his arms and slid across the bed to get out the other side obviously trying not to disturb her. Her eyes flew open and she reached out and grabbed his arm.

  “Stay,” she commanded.

  “Stay? All night?”

  “Please.”

  He slid back into bed and pulled her close to him. She cuddled up against him and quickly fell asleep.

  * * * *

  Jakub awoke at six with the sun. He was expected to get up with the grandchildren, give them breakfast and get them ready for school so his son could make love to his wife in the morning and laze in bed a little. Jakub loved greeting the children first thing in the morning and taking care of them. He adored his grandchildren, but this morning it was his turn to make love.

  He stroked Marcia’s hair, hoping she wouldn’t turn him away. How did he know if this was something she wanted to do with him again or if she lost her senses and wanted him for only one night? He took a chance. He leaned over her and kissed her neck softly, moving his hand up her rib cage to surround her breast.

  “Make love?” he whispered in her ear, caressing her slowly.

  Marcia opened her eyes and rolled over. Her gray eyes looked into Jakub’s brown ones and she smiled. Jakub took her smile to mean she wanted him too, and leaned down and kissed her neck, running his lips down to her breast. Her pale body didn’t have the same inviting glow in the morning light it did in the moonlight, but her skin was still soft and warm. Jakub looked at her slender body, passion stirring in his veins. Marcia touched his shoulders and his chest.

  Making love to Marcia made him feel like a man again, not just a father and grandfather. He was experienced and sweet, taking delight in her responses to him, anxious to please her. His tentative touches became more assertive and arousing as he, too, left his past behind, focusing on the here and now with her.

  The alarm clock sounded at seven thirty. Jakub looked at the clock and grunted an expletive in Czech as he slowly pulled himself away from Marcia and got out of bed. He was very late for Johnny’s children.

  “Breakfast for children.”

  “I understand.” She sat up and swung her legs off the side of the bed.

  He pulled his clothes on quickly and stood up. Naked, she met him at the bedroom door. He was surprised she was not shy with him as she threw her arms around his neck to hug and kiss him goodbye. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him. He hated to leave her soft sweetness. He bent his head, kissed her breasts, then her lips, went down the stairs and out the door.

  It was almost eight o’clock when he reached Johnny’s house. He let himself in the back door and found Rebecca cleaning up the breakfast dishes.

  “I’m sorry,” he said to her, picking up the dish towel to dry the dishes. She put her hand on his arm and stopped him.

  “It’s all right. You’re entitled to a life.” She looked at him keenly, smiling.

  “Where were you?” Johnny asked, picking up a leftover piece of toast off a plate and tearing off a piece.

  “Out.”

  “Out where?” Johnny persisted then popped the toast in his mouth.

  “You don’t question your father. I’m not one of your workers or your child. Show some respect,” Jakub said in an irritated tone.

  “I want to know,” Johnny demanded.

  “Why?”

  “Johnny, it’s obvious isn’t it?” Rebecca asked.

  “What do you mean?” Johnny questioned her.

  “Your dad must have a girlfriend.” Rebecca turned back to the dishes.

  “What?”

  “This is not your business.” Jakub’s cheeks reddened.

  “How do you know this, Rebecca?” Johnny asked, sliding down onto a kitchen chair.

  “Well, you checked his
apartment and the bed had not been slept in. He wasn’t there. He must have slept somewhere. He doesn’t look like he was up all night does he? He looks pretty happy, well rested and…uh…satisfied to me,” she responded, her eyes twinkling.

  Jakub looked at his daughter-in-law with new respect. She was sharp. But still he refused to tell either one of them where he had been or with whom.

  “You’re sleeping with some woman, some whore?” Johnny raised his voice.

  “No whore! You don’t talk like that to your father,” Jakub shouted.

  “Johnny, let’s talk for a minute, privately. Please excuse us, Jakub.” She pulled Johnny into the bedroom.

  * * * *

  A dozen blocks away, Marcia was finishing up breakfast. She took a shower and dressed in a red dress, brushing a shine into her dark hair. Her gray eyes looked steadier than usual and her step was a little lighter. She felt happier as she drove the too-familiar drive to the hospital. Then she steeled herself. When she walked in to Jay’s room, it was obvious he noticed the difference in her right away.

  “Marcia, you must have had a good night’s sleep. You look better.”

  Her face reddened so much she turned to face the window, hoping Jay hadn’t noticed. Sleep had nothing to do with it and she didn’t want Jay to know. Guilt consumed her so she made small talk about the falling leaves and items from the news.

  “I want you to marry again.” He motioned for her to move closer to his bed.

  Then she knew he knew. Tears came to her eyes; nothing she did was right. Now she had hurt him and she didn’t know how to make it better.

  “I want you to. Bad enough I have to be tortured by this…this disease. I don’t want you tortured too. It’s all right.”

  Tears choked her so she couldn’t speak. Finally the tears refused to be held in abeyance and a sob broke through her control as tears streamed down her face.

  “Come here.” Jay called to her.

  Taking a deep breath, Marcia fought to tame her emotions. She wiped her face with her hands, turned from the window and walked to the bed. He took her hand between his two.

  “I love you, I have since we were nineteen. How could I deny you happiness? The past five years have been such a roller-coaster ride. I’d feel better if I knew you wouldn’t be alone when I’m gone. I can’t bear to think you’ll spend your days on your own with no reason to get out of bed.” He blinked back tears.

  She sensed death hovering behind him and could deny him nothing.

  He squeezed her hand briefly before he said, “Ease my mind, tell me you won’t be alone, dear.”

  “I won’t be alone, one way or another,” she said in a small voice. Her gaze avoided his and rested on the still-life painting on the wall. She refused to admit there was someone.

  “Good.” He patted her hand.

  Marcia leaned over and kissed him, slightly repulsed by the taste and smell of death surrounding Jay. He kissed her hand and sat back, closing his eyes to sleep. She moved a chair to the window and pretended to read a magazine.

  * * * *

  Across town on campus

  Alan sat in his office with his second writing assignment on his desk for grading. He was getting sexually excited as he searched for the worst papers among the girls, hoping Jenna Walker or Mary Campbell would be his victim this semester. Clarissa Gordon had been failing too, but Clarissa didn’t have the delicious body Jenna had. Mary had beautiful long auburn hair and large breasts. He could feel a tightening in his groin as he thought about them taking their clothes off in his office. Looking at their young, firm bodies, all for him. Suddenly he was hard. He looked around, nervous Rex would walk in and discover his state of arousal.

  * * * *

  That night, Rex again took Alan’s keys at three o’clock and went to the office. But again there was nothing on the cameras. Rex was furious. He swore quietly and went home to return the keys to Alan before he found they were missing.

  * * * *

  Seven blocks from the university building housing the English department, Alan sat back with his glass of wine, watching the October sunset and thought about Jenna’s body. She was the one…a pre-med student, smart at everything but writing papers. She had accidentally plagiarized too…grounds for automatic dismissal from the school and her hopes for medical school ruined. She cried and pleaded with Alan, but he wouldn’t budge. Still she refused to sleep with him and left him no choice. He intended to fail her.

  He was angry and frustrated, sexually frustrated. He’d been looking forward to making her a regular. Jenna in his office every week for him to do with as he pleased made his pulse race. But it was not to be.

  Alan found Mary Campbell, a phys. Ed major, much more cooperative. She came every week and although she didn’t like it and got out as soon as possible, she seemed resigned to her fate. Alan liked running his fingers through her silky hair and touching her big breasts. He liked Mary. He wore his best clothes and cologne on the days Mary was his. Maybe she’d learn to like him, even with their age difference…maybe he could take her on a date. Not only would he pass her, but she’d get an A.

  * * * *

  Rex needed to get Alan’s keys and check his cameras, but Alan was not cooperating. He was up late, reading. The next night, Rex slipped sleeping powder into his wine. At three o’clock, Alan was out cold. Rex took the keys and went to the office.

  Bingo! There it was, Alan having sex with a young woman Rex assumed was a student. Rex took the two cameras with the incriminating footage and went home to bed. He slept soundly, knowing he had Alan where he wanted him.

  Chapter Fourteen

  At the Caldwell’s’ lake house

  Peter was taking Lara to the lake house for the weekend in honor of her birthday. She was turning twenty-eight on Saturday. Ah, two days of privacy!

  It was chilly when they arrived. Peter could see his breath hang in the air. He carried Lara up the stone steps to the front door. After retrieving their suitcases, he made a fire in the living room fireplace. Lara got up and explored gingerly, using a newly-acquired walking stick to keep from falling.

  Peter got out a special CD he created with his favorite romantic music. He put it on and fanned the fledgling fire, which began to flame. He poured a glass of wine for each of them, then settled down on the floor in front of the fireplace. Lara joined him, warming her hands. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off her. Gold and red highlights in her brown curls danced in the light of the flames. With all the bruising healed, her skin was radiant, her eyes were shining, she was beautiful. Her smile was warm as she reached out for Peter’s hand.

  He pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and slung her arm around his waist. As they listened to the music, conversation seemed unnecessary. He wanted to savor every second he was alone with her. He drank in the delicate scent of her perfume, sweet but subtle lilies and stroked her hair, letting its softness tickle his palm.

  “I love it here. Don’t remember when I’ve felt so…so…” Peter began.

  “Calm? This house has a calm, peaceful aura.”

  He felt Lara relax against him. He wanted to make love to her, but did not want to rush. They always had to rush, to be quiet and aware there might be others in the house. He leaned over and kissed her, slowly and sensuously; she parted her lips to allow his tongue in. Their tongues teased and danced. Then he swirled his tongue over her lips and back into her mouth. Her breath quickened. He did it again. Lara moaned. Peter moved his lips to her neck, then slowly down to the hollow of her throat, while his hand slipped under her jacket and circled her breast.

  Lara took off her jacket and Peter took off his flannel shirt. He pulled her into his arms again, kissing her with more intensity, crushing her breasts against his chest. Her breath was coming quickly. She pulled up his T-shirt and put her hands on his chest.

  “Bear…” she murmured as her fingertips touched the soft hair on his chest. He moaned as her hands skimmed over his skin, her nails
leaving a trail of fire.

  Peter unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. His eyes widened when he saw the lacy black bra she wore.

  “Wow,” he said staring at her chest.

  “Are you staring at me again?” she asked, a smile playing at her lips.

  “Is this new?” His fingers skimmed over the shiny satin cups.

  “Do you like it?”

  “I like it so much I want to take it off so it doesn’t get wrecked,” he teased.

  His lips traveled down her neck as he easily snapped opened the bra. He slid it off before his mouth reached her breasts, his tongue teasing and caressing. Lara sighed softly. Peter’s fingers toyed with the waistband on her jeans. Lara unbuttoned them and slipped them down her hips and thighs. Once they were on the floor, she stepped out of them to reveal lacy black bikini panties.

  “Do you like them?”

  “I’d like them more if they were on the floor.” He slipped the panties down and off, then removed his jeans in record time. He stopped to gaze lovingly at her.

  “You are beautiful, your body is perfect,” he whispered.

  He moved his hand to her tight bottom giving it a squeeze. Then he slid his fingers around her thighs and up into her moist warmth. She squirmed as his fingers continued their exploration and stroking, gentle but insistent. The more he touched her, the more aroused he became too, feeling a tightening in his groin.

  She ran her hands down his back and under the waistband of his boxers. Peter took the hint and slipped them off. Lara’s hands searched for his hips, then moved down. She found him fully aroused and stroked him slowly. He groaned, growing even harder, feeling excitement take over.