It was a lazy Southern summer evening. Standing by the lake, I noticed there seemed to be as many fireflies in the night air around me as stars in the sky tonight. Being so far away from the city, there were no lights to mar the nighttime beauty. But...how did I get myself into this situation?
Lucy, my college roommate, convienced me I needed a change after my long time lover decided he was too young for me. Mind you, he is ten years my senior and I am about to scare 50 to death, so you get the picture. He hit that middle age seven year itch men with ego issues eventually suffer. His leaving was actually a blessing in disguise...relieving me the necessity of leaving him first. But, that is a story for another night and a cold pitcher of martinis.
My current manless situation was a "pure tragedy" as the old Southern Belles would whisper while rocking on the porch after supper. Lucy felt exactly the same. To me, what was viewed as the most unfortunate event in a woman's life was in reality "freedom". So, for now, I would allow Lucy to pamper me and 'suffer' through my loss as only she could. Having months of accumulated vacation time, I turned in my leave request, packed my bags and headed South.
Only yesterday I arrived in Lucy's world. She immediately decided a party 'to get me' back out there was in order. I compared this mentality to being bucked off a horse I had no intention of riding again any time soon. How she pulled together this last minute party was a mystery, but knowing Lucy she kept the phone lines buzzing from the time we ended our conversation and I made my decision to visit.
Little did Lucy realize having someone in my life right now was not on my agenda. I needed someone to share my life, not controll it as had been the case. For now, i was looking forward to a refreshing independence and shaking out the cobwebs that should have been gone long ago. Not having to coddle fragile egos, account for my every move and being tied down when to advance in my job required me to travel extensively was an exciting view of the future.
Coming back to reality and enjoying the Moon as it moved across the Southerh sky, it's reflection in the lake strengthened my resolve to remain unattached...unincumbered...free for the first time in a very long time.
Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. The weight of a man's jacket draped over my shoulders. It's silky lining kissing the skin on my neck and arms.
"You looked chilled," the voice said softly. My interest quickened, not recognizing the voice's owner. Turning, I found myself facing one of the most interesting men I had seen in a long long time. Sophisticated, calm and easy going Geoff had been introduced to me earlier by Lucy's friend Jerry. Promising to catch up with him later in the evening, I moved on to meet another of Lucy's many party goers. It was obvious that Geoff decided the time was now...here by this sparkling lake, a slight chill in the air and me alone to continue what was started earlier.
Deciding to take the upper hand, I turned into his body, molded myself to him and gently kissed his lips. Gently taking his hand, I led Geoff up the back stairs, across the veranda and to my room that had a breathtaking view of the lake and grounds below. Without a word, he followed with a protective arm around my waist.
Closing the door to my room, I leaned against it, pulled him to me and began to acquaint myself with the mysteries of his sensuous lips.
To be continued...
Always, I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
A Ever, Annie
Lucy, my college roommate, convienced me I needed a change after my long time lover decided he was too young for me. Mind you, he is ten years my senior and I am about to scare 50 to death, so you get the picture. He hit that middle age seven year itch men with ego issues eventually suffer. His leaving was actually a blessing in disguise...relieving me the necessity of leaving him first. But, that is a story for another night and a cold pitcher of martinis.
My current manless situation was a "pure tragedy" as the old Southern Belles would whisper while rocking on the porch after supper. Lucy felt exactly the same. To me, what was viewed as the most unfortunate event in a woman's life was in reality "freedom". So, for now, I would allow Lucy to pamper me and 'suffer' through my loss as only she could. Having months of accumulated vacation time, I turned in my leave request, packed my bags and headed South.
Only yesterday I arrived in Lucy's world. She immediately decided a party 'to get me' back out there was in order. I compared this mentality to being bucked off a horse I had no intention of riding again any time soon. How she pulled together this last minute party was a mystery, but knowing Lucy she kept the phone lines buzzing from the time we ended our conversation and I made my decision to visit.
Little did Lucy realize having someone in my life right now was not on my agenda. I needed someone to share my life, not controll it as had been the case. For now, i was looking forward to a refreshing independence and shaking out the cobwebs that should have been gone long ago. Not having to coddle fragile egos, account for my every move and being tied down when to advance in my job required me to travel extensively was an exciting view of the future.
Coming back to reality and enjoying the Moon as it moved across the Southerh sky, it's reflection in the lake strengthened my resolve to remain unattached...unincumbered...free for the first time in a very long time.
Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. The weight of a man's jacket draped over my shoulders. It's silky lining kissing the skin on my neck and arms.
"You looked chilled," the voice said softly. My interest quickened, not recognizing the voice's owner. Turning, I found myself facing one of the most interesting men I had seen in a long long time. Sophisticated, calm and easy going Geoff had been introduced to me earlier by Lucy's friend Jerry. Promising to catch up with him later in the evening, I moved on to meet another of Lucy's many party goers. It was obvious that Geoff decided the time was now...here by this sparkling lake, a slight chill in the air and me alone to continue what was started earlier.
Deciding to take the upper hand, I turned into his body, molded myself to him and gently kissed his lips. Gently taking his hand, I led Geoff up the back stairs, across the veranda and to my room that had a breathtaking view of the lake and grounds below. Without a word, he followed with a protective arm around my waist.
Closing the door to my room, I leaned against it, pulled him to me and began to acquaint myself with the mysteries of his sensuous lips.
To be continued...
Always, I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
A Ever, Annie
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