\Ghostwriter
Written by Terry Birchwood
Published by Sadie Books at Smashwords
Copyright © Terry Birchwood, July 2011
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This book is based on fiction. Resemblance to actual names, dates, and places are coincidence; all persons in this work are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Acknowledgments:
The intangible Ruler of all people blesses me with the gift of imagination. I do not take lightly the privileges we have been gifted, the gift of thought is very powerful. And to that Power that keeps the rhythm of my life, I thank you for all. Thank you for the chance to experience the magic of life.
I also thank angels who support me on my journeys. Forgive any oversights.
Sylvester | Doshia | Russ | Marian | Agnes | Wendy | Tyrone | Candace | Michelle I | Armel | Ray | Cornelius | Andrew I | Scott | Vincent | Michelle II | Quentin | Richard | Marylou | Jody | Karen | Taryn | Madison | Andrew II | Christine | Inez | Harriet | Elizabeth | Yvonne | Arvilla | Clarel | Janet | Tracy | Charlie | Sherrie | Judy | Karen | Debra | Deborah | Lucy | Natasha | Kathy | Lula Mae | Maggie | Jill | Tyra | Sabina | Tom | Cathy | Alma | Annette | Cameron |
Thank you for taking a journey with me.
Terry Birchwood
(aka Cass)
CHAPTER 1 - TABBY
“Between your legs, I take my feeding of juices so sweet and filled with nectar. As we roll on the grounds, our bodies wrap in tasty spaces. Sipping from your nipples, standing at attention, tapping on, and brushing, my hungry moist mouth. Hands reaching for warm places as sweet melodies escape our sexually charged voice boxes. Feeding on memories, so sweet, and equally possessed by your essence.
Ghostwriter”
I could not help but ache in that special place, as I read the email. Star had a way of making me feel as if she was wrapped around me at this instance. I imagined her breath on my neck as she moved in closer to deliver her soft lips on my shoulder. I felt her hands as she reached down to stroke my hips into a slow, seductive dance of passion. All I could do was throw my head back, reach behind me, and pull her closer to me.
Her scent became my air as she whispered sweet melodies into my ear. She slowly reached around to my stomach and lifted my skirt as if she were unfolding a precious gem with such gentleness, steadiness, and anticipation. Her hand found its way to my playground, pulsating and craving the touch of her warm fingers. She unfolded my soft skin and began to touch the moist mound that awaited her stroke. “You feel delicious.”
The funny thing about Star’s email, it was not directed to me. Star was working on a book and she would send me, what she called, snippets, from time to time. She claimed that she sent me sexual scenes to test if they were intense enough to get a rise in people. I once told her that it was difficult to get me sexually aroused through erotic novels.
She always said she would know if she is a good sex scene writer if I am moved by her words. So, I now read her words, testing my arousal thermostat. I cannot let Star know just how much her words aroused me.
I have been reading the snippets for years now. Star’s words not only arouse me, but they tap my sexual gate, and leave me hungering, yet barely escaping, her gentle knock of authority.
Time to snap out of it. I need to get back to work. My partner will not understand how I could miss one of the most important deadlines of our careers because I was dreaming of an ex-lover.
What was I doing anyway? Oh, yes, call Sheila at Vertical.
“Hi Tom. It’s Tabby. Is Sheila in?”
“Hey Tabby. Yes, Sheila is in, I’ll get her for you. Please hold.”
“Ok, thanks Tom.”
“Anything for you, Tabby. Just a minute.”
A few seconds is all it took for me to return to thoughts of my lover of long gone. Even though Star and I broke up a few years ago, she still moved me in a way where I wanted her to be a part of my life. Through the painful separation, we understood we were a part of each other’s life. Star and I were together for one year; and it was such a rollercoaster ride of the most incredible experiences in my memory bank.
I wanted so badly to throw caution to the wind, go to her home, knock on the door, walk in, and begin a delicious tasting of each other, no words uttered. However, sense and sensibility had to stay in control.
“Hi Tabby. How are you? What can I do for you?”
Star, stay out of my head!
“Hi Sheila, I just wanted to check in to make sure the cups will be ready for the presentation on Friday”.
“Yes Tabby. I already made arrangements for them to ship on Tuesday, and arrive Wednesday.”
“You are absolutely the best. You know that Sheila, right?”
“I believe what you tell me. Tell me more”, she laughed.
“No more for you Sheila, else your head will explode”, I laughed at my own teasing. “Thanks for everything, Sheila. Are you coming to the brunch on Sunday?”
“As far as I know, unless some hunk comes along with a better plan”.
“Sheila, you are too much, so freaky, horny, and so gullible”.
“Uh oh, glass houses, Tabby!”
“Girl, you crazy. I’ve got to go. I have so much to do before Friday’s meeting.”
“Ok, check in before Sunday.”
“Sounds good, hugs.”
Where did the time go? I was famished and it was already one thirty in the afternoon. Bobbie usually packed me a lunch, but she had to run errands, so I was on my own. Star used to fill me with delights that she would personally deliver at lunchtime. She dropped everything to feed me at any time.
Star! Why can’t I get you out of my head? I tried to conjure images of Bobbie sauntering in the room with a basket of delights, but those wishes were not answered. Instead, I saw Star’s image in my head.
This had to stop. I was now married to Bobbie. Besides Star had gone on with her life. Even though she was not in an intimate relationship, she seemed to always be doing something with her business partner, Lexis.
Star always maintained that she and Lexis were not in a relationship, and they are just business partners. But I could see the way Lexis looked at her, as if Star were the prize of all prizes.
You see, Star vowed to never lie in bed with another, but to remain sacred for my return. At first, I did not take her seriously. And, then I took her very seriously, as time passed and she still had not bedded anyone. As more time passed, I began to feel uncomfortable, and I briefly thought Star might be obsessed.
When I questioned Star about her possible obsession with me, she replied, ‘Tabby, I am not obsessed, I am possessed. But no worries, I have your best interests at heart, so this will remain my cross to bear. And, I’ll never damage our friendship, possibly losing the last tie that binds us.”
I was relieved when Star said she would not create conflict between Bobbie and me. At the same time, I was a little saddened. Star was so interesting, and different from most people. Oh, how I miss this woman, but that is between my thoughts and God. I am married now, and I will honor my marriage.
Plus, I love Bobbie! She is such a great mate. I met Bobbie two years after breaking up with Star. I was dancing the night away with David, and I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Excuse me, did you drop this?” Bobbie held my purple cashmere scarf in her hand. I noticed her soft hands and my eyes ran up her arm to connect with a brilliant smile, accented by sparkling eyes. In the midst of getting my dance on, I froze in the sea of Bobbie’s eyes.
“Thanks, um, you are…”
“Bobbie. The name is Bobbie.”
“Is that short for something?”
“No. Just Bobbie.”
“Thanks Bobbie, my name is Tabitha, but my friends call me Tabby”.
“Well Tabitha, I hope you find time for a dance later.”
“I have to thank you, somehow. A dance is the least I can do.”
“And what else can you do?”
“Excuse me.”
“I mean, can you sing, play an instrument, or act. I know, silly humor.”
“It’s not silly,” I smiled. “It’s just a unique approach. Do you want to know my zodiac sign, too?”
“No, then I won’t have anything to talk about when we go on a date.”
“Oh, a date!”
“It’s worth a try. You know the club scene, if you don’t take chances, the chance may be gone when you turn around.”
“True, true”, I said. “Well, Bobbie, should I be gone when you turn around, here is my number. This way, you can call me when you are ready for that dance, if we don’t get to have it tonight.”
Bobbie’s smile flashed. I was interested in getting to know a little more about the woman behind that smile, if she returned for a dance or called me at a later time.
“Well, Tabitha…”
“Call me, Tabby”
“Well, Tabby, until we dance.”
“Until we dance, Bobbie. Thanks again for the scarf.”
“Look diva, get those feet going”, David piped in. “Let’s rock this!”
And so, David and I began to twirl again, sipping cocktails and bumping people back to jockey for space on the dance floor.
CHAPTER 2 - TABBY
“I invite you to invest in this breakthrough technology. Once complete, Webcepts’ apps will revolutionize the way the world designs sites for business and home use.”
The meeting group applauded. Now, it was up to OFE’s board of directors to buy into the project.
I imagined going to the bank, with Charles, to deposit the investor’s certified check. And then we would leave the bank, return coolly to the car, get inside the car, and scream with happiness!
A ten million dollar investment from one company was more than we ever expected. I remembered when Charles told me about the phone call that put this meeting in motion. “This is Richard Watson, of OFE. We like the SSS business plan. Show us why we should write a check for ten million dollars. Does Friday at noon in my office work for the presentation?”
I was thanking God that it was Friday. The presentation was finally over. I could relax, knowing I put every ounce of me into it. Now, it was up to OFE’s board of directors to buy into the project.
“Great job, Tabitha. You make it very difficult to decline this lucrative opportunity. You will hear from us next week.”
“Mr. Watson. Thanks for coming. Call with any questions. Ms. Peterson and Mr. Guilds, have a great weekend.”
“Call me Richard. You will hear from us soon, Tabitha.”
“Call me Tabby.”
And with that, the visitors were gone. As Charles and I cleaned up the conference room, we discussed the good things that would come out of expanding partnership.
Charles and I have the solid experience, knowledge, and now the financial backing to pull this off. We spent the last ten years planning for this day basically from when we met at college.
Charles and I became very good friends, at college. Early on, Charles confessed he doted on me, however I immediately let him know we had the same taste in sex. Initially awkward, Charles smiled and replied, “Well then, maybe you can help me get a taste.” We both laughed at his humor and the true friendship began.
During college years, Charles was a good-looking guy, but oversized glasses masked his good looks. It did not help that his wardrobe was too short for his tall, and lanky, frame.
Things changed over the years as Charles grew into his body. Women could not stop ogling him. Charles loved the attention. He saw no reason to settle down when so many women were clawing at him. There was no sense of desperation or urgency to get one. And Charles never seemed to feel lucky when the most gorgeous women would go out with him. Charles felt the women were the lucky ones.
He never let women spend the night at his apartment. He often said, “ once they spend a night, they want a drawer in my bedroom, a shelf in my bathroom, a key to my pad, and my ring around her finger.”
“I don’t know how Bobbie got you to put her ring on your finger. I thought that was it for women, after Star.”
“I am not a shifter, Charles. I love pussy. Always have. Some pussy is good. Some pussy is bad. But I still love pussy.”
“You are crazy, Tabby. Absolutely crazy.”
“On a another note, we are close to funding Webcepts. This will be so amazing and it’s happening faster than I thought it could.”
“We have a great service to offer, Tabby. I would invest the money, too, if I had it.”
“Now we will have it, Charles.”
After chatting with Charles, rolling back and forth between personal and business affairs, I decided to take the rest of the day off. We had done enough to secure the company for the next five years. Next week, we would know if enough was enough for OFE.
I checked my email before I left for the day. Hmm. Bobbie sends me kisses. I love her. David says don’t be late for the brunch on Sunday. Oh, and there’s an email from Star about the book.
“The motion around you had ceased, I gave in to you. I watched your lips as your eyes penetrated my flesh. If only I could take you down now, and lick the inside folds of your sweet pussy as you squirm beneath me. It would be fantastic.
Ghostwriter”
Not bad, Star, not bad. When I read her words, I felt like she and I were caught in those words. It didn’t really matter, though.
I am happily married to sweet Bobbie, who gives me everything a person could want, and then more. Bobbie is loving, gorgeous, kind, and she holds it down. Bobbie is responsible and responsive to me as an individual. I love Bobbie. I love Bobbie.
It was time to get out of the office. It was beautiful outside. A walk down a few park blocks would do me some good, before I caught a taxi. The fresh air would clear my head of Star.
I love Bobbie. I am not sure what I’m feeling for Star, but I know I think of her, too much. I love Bobbie.
CHAPTER 3 - STAR
“Hi Lexis.”
“Hey Star. What’s up?”
“Did the new machines come in today?”
“Yup. And they are already in place, being used by some clients.”
“Perfect, Lexis. Thanks. Is everything else good with the business and you?”
“Yup.”
“Oh, and is the center opening in California on schedule as expected?”
“So far, so good.”
Ok, thanks Lexis. Later.”
“Later, Star. You are welcome.”
I knew I was so lucky to have such a great business partner. Lexis was the best in the business. She had exceptional education and knowledge to run a fitness center, with or without me.
I remembered the day I first met Lexis. Tabby had a problem with her because of Lexis’s strong beauty and intellect. Tabby could be very jealous.
Tabby always thought I was having affairs. Of course, I thought this was ridiculous, but what can you do? Tabby was protective. She was a lion protecting her den. I would tell her that she should be very happy that someone was looking at me because it showed she had taste.
Even though a few years have passed since Tabby and I broke up, I still cannot get over her. I was working to push her out of my head, all of the time. I constantly saw her smile, lips, and eyes. I felt her flesh. I felt her eyes on me. I smelled her sweet scent.
I fight these feelings and thoughts of Tabby. And I don’t sit around moping. I date. But, I refuse to bring any to my bedroom. Women are initially drawn to the challenge of trying to have sex in my bed.
I haven’t met anyone that I want in my bed, anyone that I want to see when I wake up. It is my most trusted place, where I rest my body and soul, where my most protected thoughts roam free, where I give of myself completely to a lover. I have not wanted to wake up to anyone since Tabby.
Yes, I have incredible sex with women. We meet, date, and have good times. And then they reach a point where “It’s cool, I understand, we are just bene friends” becomes “I need to know where this is going, now”. And that is when I say, “I know where I’m going. Bye.”
I met a nice lady a few weeks ago. We were physically attracted to each other from the gate. I offered a drink to her, while at a bar for a quick after-work drink. She accepted, we chatted, and exchanged numbers. We went on a few dates. We had great sex, with the understanding that there were no strings attached. She agreed to the terms.
Four weeks into our dating, she wanted to take it to the next level. Four weeks! People will get together after a few weeks, and then spend months trying to get away from each other. I reminded this beauty of our talk, on where we stood with dating, and we continued to date for three more weeks. She decided she could not do this any longer because she wanted more. Bye.
So, while I date, I don’t get too serious. I keep myself occupied with work, friends, family, and my current hobby, writing.
I really need to get back to writing. I was drawn to write a book, so I went for it even though I never wrote a book before. The writing process is really helping me to deal with my feelings for Tabby. It allows me to write about her without expressing any words directly to her.
I can imagine she may have wondered if I am trying to tell her something. I think of her when I send her the sexual scenes. It allows me to write with such intensity as it comes from a true place. Each time she states, ‘You are still a great sex scene writer’, I imagine shooting a sex scene with her – no cameras rolling, just us in our bed.
“I stared into her deep eyes, which seemed to pull me toward her. As I took steps across the room, with two cocktails in hand, I handed one to her. She reached for the glass and a little liquid spilled out the top. She licked my fingers as the brandy slid down them. As she licked my fingers, I let go of her glass. Now with a free hand, I touched her face, stroking behind her ear until a moan escaped her lips. She stood erect as I pulled her into me so that I could now lick the brandy off her tongue. I slowly licked from the back of her tongue toward the tip, as I inhaled her sweet, sweet scent. Hmmm, that tastes good. I held her waist with my free hand as I fed her a drop of spirits from my glass. She licked her lips and leaned up. I took her tongue in my mouth, slowly licking the ripples of her mouth. I felt her press closer to me with the intense heat of our playgrounds meeting in the middle. I kissed her lips and moved my tongue to her neck, just below her ear. I kissed her ear as if I were touching a precious flower petal, gently and magical. I pulled away from her and placed my glass on the table. I moved back to her and I placed my hands on her waist. I squeezed my hands a little as if checking a loaf of bread for freshness. I pulled her into me. She lifted her glass to my lips and I swiped her finger with my tongue as her glass met my mouth.
Ghostwriter”
Ok, I think that’s good. And, I hit the SEND button. I was looking forward to getting a response from Tabby. I hoped that her vagina would jump when she read this.
CHAPTER 4- STAR
I cannot believe it is already Sunday. What time is the brunch? Sam said she had a big announcement for everyone. It could be anything with Sam. She lived on whims – whatever came to mind, she did it. Maybe she is heading out of the country, or getting married to her next husband, or opening a new business, or buying a zoo. Who knows?
Sam is Tabby’s sister and I have known her for as long as I know Tabby. Sam was with Tabby the day we met in a grocery store.
Tabby and I were browsing the same aisle and we literally bumped into each other. When I turned to apologize to her, my heart increased in size. I was so taken by Tabby that everything around us froze.
I stared into her glorious eyes and asked, “Are you okay? I am so sorry.”
“No problem. I wasn’t looking either.” After the world started moving again for me, I apologized for a second time and kept it moving. I could smell the woman that just seemed to transfer a love bug to me with a simple bump. She mesmerized me. I felt as if that bump was the beginning of a new seed inside of me. I felt oddly refreshed even though I was thinking about how tired I was before the bump. Hmm. I need to get this nonsense out of my head. I must be tired, really tired. I was single, and loving it. I had no time for thinking about ridiculous ‘happily ever after love’.
So, I continued to shop, and was able to focus on the task at hand. While I was comparing salad dressings to each other someone said, “Tabby, don’t forget to get the fat-free one for me.”
Tabby. That was a new name for me. I smelled the woman who bumped into me. I looked to the voice sounds and the woman with the hypnotic aroma was smiling at me. “Sam, I did not forget about the fat-free.” Tabby held on to the shopping cart, while her eyes held on to me.
Today, I wondered if her eyes would hold on to me at Sam’s brunch. I took a shower, dressed, and drove over to Café Gallery. We liked to meet there, in big groups, favoring the charm, and privacy afforded to larger groups. I think a dozen or so people were coming; I don’t remember.
Upon arriving at the Café Gallery, upstairs, I heard Sam’s laugh, so I followed her voice. “Hey!!! Sam!!! How are you? You look gorgeous! My goodness.”
“Thanks Star!! Need I tell you the same?”
“Yes, please, tell me”, I laughed.
“You look gorgeous, too!! Well, you know everyone so get comfortable.”
I walked around the table and gave a round of brief, heartfelt hugs and kisses to the circle. There was Sam, her best friend Tilly, her mom and dad, her brother Jonathan, Sam’s arm piece Chad, Chad’s dad and mom, Sheila and David were there, and a few more of Sam’s friends. There were still a handful of empty seats. This must be some news because her entire family was at the table. Well, almost.
Tabby had not arrived. Oh, and Bobbie.
CHAPTER 5 - TABBY
“…She lifted her glass to my lips and I swiped her finger with my tongue as her glass met my mouth.
Ghostwriter”
Hmmm. Star was at it again. My lips parted as I read the end of the snippet. I imagined Star pressed against me, taking me by the waist and gently parting my thighs with her leg. I imagined her ‘inhaling my aroma’, as she called it. I could see a cherry between her fingers as she slowly directed it to my mouth. I parted my lips more and took the cherry. The first bite, and juice splashed in my mouth. Star tasted my lips. I responded by releasing the cherry to her and following it into her mouth.
I loved Star’s hot passionate tongue inside of my mouth. Her tongue seemed to say, ‘I love you’. My tongue tingled when she touched it. I had never felt this way before, or after, kissing Star. I convinced myself this did not mean I was still in love with her. She was just the greatest love to ever mingle with me. She loved my body as if though God gave her the code to satisfy my sexual desires. I loved every moment she touched me. She knew when to be gentle and when to be rough.
And she had this way of getting me aroused until I felt like I had to take her inside of me so I wouldn’t go insane. Her fingers would tangle with my gates until I unlocked the door for her to enter me. She visits areas inside of me that I didn’t know existed.
I climaxed so hard with her that I thought I would lose my entire self, unable to return to normal day living. Any time Star took me, I forgot about everything.
“Honey, do you want your eggs scrambled or fried this morning?”
“Fried, Bobbie, thanks.”
“Fried, it is.”
Damn me. Bobbie. Bobbie. Bobbie. I love Bobbie and I am comfortable with her. I feel safe. I trust her not to break my heart.
With Bobbie, I gave my love, but I know I am a little damaged, incapable of accepting her love on level it had been offered. I was content, but not ablaze with love like I had been with Star.
A part of me shut down when I broke up with Star, the part that kept me from having my heart broken again, incapable of completely giving myself to another person, knowing that my heart could, once again, be shattered. Picking up the glass was not easy for me.
“Breakfast is ready.”
“Ok, honey, I’ll be right there.”
As usual, breakfast looked and smelled divine. Eggs, toast, turkey sausage, grits, orange juice, tea, the works were on the table. Bobbie was a great cook, making it easy to open Café Gallery when the right financial opportunity came along. Bobbie loved cooking and she worked in the restaurant field since she remembered having a job.
“Sam is really excited to meet at the Gallery this weekend. I can’t imagine what she has to say that she wants a gathering to hear the news.”
“Tab, you know your sister is always in the limelight or some kind of light.”
“Yes, I know my sister. Maybe you want to catch a movie Saturday since we’re free.”
“Pick whatever you want to see, my love.”
“Whatever?”
“Whatever.”
“Ok, I want to see the new one with Halle Berry and Julia Roberts, um, ‘Just a Little More’. That looks good.”
“Is it sappy?”
“What do you mean, ‘is it sappy’? I thought I could pick whatever I want.”
“You can. I just want to know if I should bring you some Kleenexes.”
As I chatted with Bobbie, we met that quiet moment that tends to come in talk. I drifted to thinking about how I need to focus on my career. I needed to stop getting caught up in emotional nonsense.
I had come a long way from when I started a business with Charles. We got jobs from all over campus helping people with web design projects. We were known around the area for being able to custom design web sites, utilities, and apps, in record time.
We were soon able to put away money, even as we paid our college tuition and expenses. Charles and I began to realize we were onto something with this business.
Today, we are in a great position to build a powerful company by taking SSS to another level of business.
Focus on work.
CHAPTER 6 - TABBY
Sunday was here and I was going to be in the same room as Bobbie and Star. I tried to avoid being with both of them at the same time even though we were all cool, as people call it.
Bobbie was not insecure around Star. Once I caught Bobbie looking at me when I was looking at Star, but Bobbie never brought it up. She was good like that.
When we saw Star, it was in public settings. It was never the three of us, unless we ran into her at a function and that was short lived, ‘hi, is all well, have a good day’. Star could overtake me with words, so can you imagine what seeing her could do to me?
Star was my hot sauce. She is so spicy; she adds flavor to whatever she touches, burns a little, but in a sweet way, that keeps you hungering for more of that hot sauce. That is my Star. I mean, ‘that was Star’.
“Hey sis. Sorry, we ran a little late.”
“Heck, fifteen minutes late. That’s good for you honey!”
“Hey, are you bashing me before I even have a chance to get bashed?”
“Uh, oh”, Bobbie piped in. “This could get ugly. Hey Sam. You look great.”
Bobbie and I made the rounds, giving hugs and kisses to everyone. I knew Star was here. I felt her presence before I entered the restaurant. I had to keep control of this magnetism. As Star and I briefly hugged and said hello, I wanted to fall inside of her, and slide down to my knees as she parted her legs to signal my takeover of her. “You look good Star. How is everything?”
“Everything is everything. You and Bobbie looking good too.” I waited for Bobbie catch up to me since Star was the last person to say hello to at the table.
“Hey Bobbie. It’s been a while. You are looking good, as always.”
“Thanks Star. It’s good to see you. How are things for you?”
“Things are things”, laughed Star.
Star was always using the same word to describe itself. She had such an elusive way of speaking.
“Well, let’s toast, now that everyone is here. Thanks to you, my closest family and friends, for coming. To all of you.”
Sam toasted in the air. Bobbie and I quickly grabbed the two glasses in front of us, at the two empty seats next to Star. We all raised the glasses.”
“Cheers.”
After drinking from the glasses in front of us, it would be awkward to move to another seat, so Bobbie and I found our selves sitting, with me in the middle of the two. Control. Control. Control. I can do this.
I could feel Star’s body heat even though our legs were at least a foot apart. I imagined her taking her hand and resting it on my knee, and then slowly moving her hand half way up my thigh. I imagined her keeping up with the conversation, at the table, as if she had not just tapped my passion. She was excellent at engaging with other people; she gave each person the appearance he or she was the only one in the room.
“Hi, my name is Heather. I will be your waitress for the afternoon. Can I get either of you something to drink?”
“Club soda with lemon for me.”
“Mimosa for me. Thanks.”
I remembered when Star poured drops of Mimosa over my breasts. And she licked around my nipples, tasting the juice. I stood there, puzzled at the feeling. I felt as if she was my magic kingdom. That girl could do anything to me and it felt incredible. She nibbled at my breasts as she moaned lovely words, “So tender, so sweet, so delicious, so scrumptious, fill my mouth, satisfy me.”
“Is everybody ready to get some food? Let’s do this.” Sam was the first to rise and she headed downstairs to the large buffet. I quickly followed her. I could see her give me the ‘eye’ as we picked our first round of goodies. I said nothing, but she knew what my return look meant, ‘Don’t go there!’
I grabbed some eggs, bacon, a bagel, some fruit, and a piece of French toast. I got back to my seat first. I knew Bobbie would be a while because she always took her time picking food. On top of this, she would be reviewing the food from every angle of a businesswoman, making sure that her employees delivered exceptional service.
There might even be a conversation with a staff member, or two, questioning the taste of something, or the presentation; one never knew what Bobbie would notice that seemed off her signature style.
I felt Star’s heat as she approached her seat. As she sat down, she brushed my leg. It felt so good. I felt her heat transform into my body. I was on fire with desire for her. She apologized for brushing me. “Not a problem. So really, how are things?”
“Things are good, Tabby. You look more beautiful than I last saw you.”
“Tabby, you know I am still mad at you for standing me up Friday night” piped in David as he took his seat.
“I know David, and I promised to make it up to you. I had all intentions of meeting you, but I did not realize how exhausted I was after preparing for that meeting. I could barely get my shoes off to get in bed. I had no energy. I probably would have fallen on the dance floor, or up the stairs, trying to get in the bar.”
“Alright, diva. You’re off the hook, but we dance twice next week.”
“Ok, twice in the same night. I can handle that boo.”
“Oh we are cute tonight, huh?”
“Every night darling.”
“Hey David, what ever happened to Paul?”
“He was an absolute mess, Sam. Always talking, too much talking for me.”
“Everyone gets on your nerves, quickly, or so it seems.”
“Look Sam. I am open to finding the right one, but I won’t force it if it doesn’t fit.”
“I hear that!” acknowledged Tilly.
“Me too”, said mom as she glazed over at dad. After 35 years, mom and dad had such love between them, it could not go unnoticed. Their eyes twinkled when they looked at each other. It was if though they had the secret to love and passion. They often gave each other tender kisses in public, held hands, laughed aloud, were silly like children, and very concerned with each other’s well being.
It was magical to watch. As I stared at my parents, I could feel Bobbie’s leg rub my leg under the table. I felt uncomfortable, thinking Star would see this and feel some kind of way. Star made it clear she still loved me, that I possessed her. I never wanted to hurt Star’s feelings. But heck, I am married to Bobbie. I would be a fool to hide my feelings for my spouse to appease an ex beau.
CHAPTER 7 - RICHARD
“I have a reservation for Richard Watson.”
“Yes, come this way.”
My dad and I made our way to our table and sat down. “As I was saying, dad, SSS is on to something great. We will be fools not to invest in this company. Over time, once we gain their trust, and offer them things unimaginable, they will let their guard down. That is when we will take over, and control the global web market.”
“Richie, are you sure you are not missing anything with this deal? Ten million dollars is a lot of money.”
“Dad, trust me. I know this business. SSS is the hottest company on the market right now. With the right partners, this company can grow to be worth hundreds of millions of dollars. The software prototype and presentation that I saw on Friday revealed possibilities I never imagined. Charles and Tabby have a plan to make it happen. They have been in the business for ten years and they already earn a few million dollars each year with very little overhead. They are genius at making money, keeping ahead of the market, and making people believe they want whatever SSS is selling.”
“Ok, son. I’m going to trust you.”
“Dad, if I mess this up, I will personally repay every penny to OFE.”
You’re that sure. Huh?”
“Yep, you bet.”
“Well then, let’s move on. How are Georgie and the kids?”
“Everyone is doing their best. Of course, Georgie is still sore over finding a woman’s phone number in my pants. I don’t even remember how it got there.”
“I told you, son, you must respect your wife and never let her see your mess.”
“Dad, I cleaned it up. I told her that it must have gotten picked up with other papers at the office. It must belong to someone else.”
“And you think she bought that nonsense.”
“It doesn’t matter whether she bought it. It matters that she stops talking about it.”
“Oh, is that right? Is that what you learned from me? Richie, I always respect your mother. I make sure I do NOTHING to hurt her. Do you understand? She carried my children, took care of me, raised my family. There’s no room for disrespect. Do you understand me?”
“I understand.”
“Hello gentlemen, can I get you a drink?” Thank goodness for the waiter because I was not in the mood for my dad’s crap.
“Double scotch on the rocks. Thanks.”
“A gin giblet for me.”
“Your waiter will be over shortly, to take your orders.”
CHAPTER 8 - TABBY
I was so at odds around Star. I daydreamed of reaching out and touching her thigh. I loved to rest my hand on her thigh when I sat next to her. It was my way of saying, “I am always here with you.”
I could see her chest move up and down as she slowly recycled the air in front of her. I saw my finger slowly going down the center of her pants as the back of my hand brushed the inside of her legs. I felt the heat between her legs and her breathing increased in speed. I saw her eyes close as her head went back, the sigh of delight escaping her succulent lips.
“Is everyone having a good time?”
‘Yes’ we all said.
“I am glad. Well, you all know I asked you to come here to share some news.”
“Sam, spill it.”
“I’m pregnant.”
Silence and shock swept the room, quickly followed by ‘oh my God’, ‘congratulations’, ‘I cant believe it’, and ‘I am so happy for you’. Everyone was smiling and raising glasses to toast.
“And before you ask, Chad is the father. Oh, and we are getting married.”
“What? I mean, Sam, this is a lot to absorb”, shrieked dad. Dad was the quiet one of the bunch, so when he exclaimed something, eyes turned and ears listened.
“Well, I mean, congratulations dear. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Father, I love Chad and we were already talking about marriage before I found out I was pregnant. We are just doing things a little out of order”, smiled Sam. Sam hung onto dad’s every word. Sam always wanted to please dad. What he thought about everything she did meant the world to her. Dad was Sam’s special person. She and mom loved each other, but she was always more comfortable hanging out with dad.
Sam was a tomboy so she wanted to do everything dad did, when we were growing up. They fished together, fixed cars, watched sports, all the things people expect a dad and son to do together. I am sure Sam held a special place in dad’s heart because of the tomboy bonds. I was not jealous and I did not want to trade places with Sam. I hated sports, fixing cars, and fishing, until I met Star.
How in the hell did I get back to Star? Please get out of my head.
“Hey Bobbie, can you pass the Splenda. Thanks, honey.”
Questions and answers flew around the table. ‘Is it a boy or girl, where are you getting married, how long were you engaged, is it going to be a big wedding, and on and on. Everyone at the table appeared genuinely happy for Sam.
Even though this would be her fourth husband, Sam always went into her marriages with a hundred percent of her heart. The first two marriages did not work out. The first one cheated with Sam’s best friend at the time. The second one became emotionally abusive. The third husband died from pulmonary heart disease.
I did not imagine Sam would marry again. We always talked about the baseball rule, ‘Three strikes and that’s it. We are out of the game.” Well it looks like Sam is coming out of retirement.
“I would like to make a toast. To the beautiful bride-to-be and her fiancé, Chad. May you both enjoy each other’s love for as long as you desire.”
“Here’s to the engaged couple.”
“Cheers.”
“To Sam and Chad.”
When Star lifted her glass, her shirt twisted so her breast was revealed. I imagined her breasts brushing on me as she pulled me in her arms for a taste of her tongue. Her tongue was always so sweet. I wanted to take her tongue into my mouth and tango with it, right now.
I wanted to push her down on a bed and slowly climb on top of her. I wanted to sit on her well-crafted member and take it all inside of me as I arched my back to make room for her. I wanted to feel our strides mesh beyond our comprehension. I wanted to get lost in Star’s delight.
I continued to nurse some desserts – strawberries and brownies with whipped cream. This was a good distraction for me, something to look at so as not to be tempted to glance at Star. I imagined her sitting on the table in front of me, pulling me onto the table as she moved my dessert to the side. I saw her lay on top of me and make love to me through my clothes. I felt our soft fabrics move with our hunger. I tasted a strawberry, tickling my tongue with juices. I felt Star’s tongue inside my mouth. I saw her open the buttons of my blouse. I felt her warm hands brush my bra’s fabric, connecting with the nipples under Victoria’s Secret underwear.
“Well, I hate to eat and run, but I have to get some work done for a big meeting.”
“Really Star, so soon?”
“You know you are spoiled, Sam. I have been here for two hours and you know that is a long time for me to be anywhere.”
“This is true, you are always on the go, since you…”
Sam grew silent, as I sent her a telepathic glare. Star’s been on the go, since what Sam? Since what, Sam?
“I mean since you moved into the new place and---.”
“Yea, I have been busy since then.”
I felt like Star and I could read each other’s minds, and told each other to remain cool. We knew Sam was talking about since we broke up! Sam did okay avoiding saying this, but she still touched close to an awkward and haunting topic.
I was haunted by Star. I thought of her in every free space. I hungered for her. I forgot about Bobbie when thinking of Star. I wanted to taste Star. I wanted Star to taste me. God, please help me release these thoughts! I am married, and faithful.
I took an oath to have and to hold until death do us part. I did say I would be faithful and I am faithful to my feelings for Bobbie. It is the feelings for Star to which I have been unfaithful. To live with an imaginary life in one’s head and not follow the dream is to not live one’s life. Or is it something like ‘do not let the heart control the mind.’
Who am I fooling? I can sit here, thinking of one thousand clichés and references to support being with Star and being with Bobbie. I can see trying to juggle both of them, but I cannot see lying to either of them. I am not a liar.
“Well, everyone, I’ll be off. It’s been a true pleasure being in your company. I love you and wish you a great evening.” Star made her rounds, starting away from me.
As Star passed around the table, Tilly piped in, “I had better get going too.”
“Another one. Uh oh, I think this party might be over.”
“No girl, I am staying”, David chirped as he put away another Belgium waffle.
“And you know we have to talk about the wedding”, chimed in her mom.
Chad’s parents, Hanna and Paul, were quiet. I had never met them before this afternoon. I noticed their English was not very good, so this was probably why they kept a low profile. And with all of us talking at the same time, and using slang at a mile per minute, they were probably lost.
It looked like only Tilly and Star would be leaving on the first departure bus. I was tired, but I knew that I could not leave at the same time as Star. I was afraid I would look like I only came to see Star. Lord, help me calm down. I was a wee bit paranoid.
CHAPTER 9 - STAR
I had to get away from the Café. Being near Tabby was quite difficult for me, even though on the surface, I am sure I did not appear affected by her presence.
I got high just at the thought of her. Being near her was like being near my favorite food on the other side of a fence. I could smell her, almost taste and feel her. But I could not touch her.
Matters were made worse by the fact that Bobbie owned the restaurant. I was in their company and their space; my feelings were overwhelming me, right now.
The air on my face was refreshing; the slight wind eased the anguish. I felt free again. I headed over to one of my favorite bars, Zeke’s, to grab a beer.
“What’s up Zeke?”
“It all good, Star. What’s up with you?”
“I’m cool. You know me. The usual, hon.”
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I left Zeke a hefty tip and made my way to the jukebox. I had no song in mind to play; I just wanted to poke around to pass time.
Three beers later, I made my way home. I daydreamed of Tabby the whole while. I remembered our exchanges in the front seats of this very car. I remember when she said, “Star, touch right here” while I stared ahead to concentrate on the road.
Even though she was cool in posture, her nipple was incredibly hard. She was an expert at prolonging sexual climax, building to a state that seemed never-ending.
I always wanted her, now, earlier, right now, and now. After all these years in her presence, I thought this would fade away.
I can’t take this anymore. “Hi Tabby”.
What am I doing? My stupid, stupid ass called Tabby.
“Hey Star, what’s up? Is everything ok?”
“Tabby? Oh sorry, I hit your number by accident. You are right next to Terry in my phone list.”
“Aha, Terry. How is he? We didn’t get to catch up at brunch.”
“He’s good. He’s good. Terry is still whoring, and still cute. Anyway sorry to bother you Tabby, take care.”
“Oh no, no bother. I was just settling down on the couch with a glass of wine.”
“Well then, if memory still serves me, I am sure Bobbie would like some private time with you and that wine, Tabby.”
“Actually, Bobbie is still at the restaurant. You know how dedicated she is to her job. She won’t be home until sundown.”
“Oh, so you have some time to yourself. That is good too.”
“Yes, that is good.” A silence took over the space, and I could hear Tabby breathing. I could see her cleavage rising and falling, her moist skin luring me closer. I could smell the sweetness of the wine and the perfume surrounding her flesh.
“Well, I apologize again, Tabby.” Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.”
“Ok, Star. Thanks, you too. I…”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“I… am glad you are doing well.”
“It’s all good. You know me. Right back at you. Bye, Tabby.”
I had to hang up that phone. The sound of her voice lulled me to places I work so hard to not visit. I might be a little tipsy, but I know I cannot tell Tabby I called her on purpose and I savor her. I love her too much to add confusion to her life by luring her to commit sexual acts with me. I want her when she is ready.
CHAPTER 10 - STAR
I had a busy day so I would not soak in Tabby’s essence all day. I am into this woman in ways I did not know anyone could be into another person. Yes, I have it bad. I feel her with me, I see her smile, and I hear her giggle. She is stamped on me.
I still cannot believe we’ve been apart for so many years. The first day apart, with me in a hotel, after being told to ‘just go’, I thought, ‘once she cools off then…’ The next day, I thought ‘well, she is really upset’. More days passed and I realized I was up the creek without a paddle.
Something got fucked up, along the way and I could not put my finger on it. She said she could not believe what I had done. I tried to find out what she was talking about. The more I asked, the madder she got until her anger mixed with disgust.
Well, she is gone now, so I must keep working to move on. Let’s see, ten thirty with Johnnie, two o’clock with Marvin. I had time to check on MyBody and get a little paperwork done. I need to check in with Lexis anyway. She will want to know how I plan to handle Marvin since he’ll be getting his second pink slip.
“What’s up, sunshine?”
“We seem to be. What are you doing in so early, Star?”
“I have a couple of appointments today, and I wanted to get a few things done before I head off for the day. Plus I wanted to see you and discuss Marvin.”
“Oh yea, Marvin. You know this going to be his second warning.”
“Yup. I am going to speak with him this afternoon and put this to rest, one way or another. You know I will handle it.”
“You always do.” Lexis stared in my eyes a moment too long and I felt uncomfortable. I looked away.
“You know, I think the new machines are working out well. I see a lot of people starting their routine with them and people always seem to be using them. We may have to invest in a few more, but we’ll decide that after a couple of months.”
“Sounds good to me, Star.”
“Cool. I’m going to get a few things done, and get outta here.”