Tim stood. He leaned down and kissed Susan’s cheek before heading toward the back door. He turned, smiling, and asked, “How do you want your steak cooked?”?”
Susan pushed back from the table, making her way quickly to where Tim stood. “You don’t want to know if your apology is accepted?”
“I brought you here to have dinner. Talk about recipes and help me get them written down.” Tim cupped her cheek, continuing where he left off. “I planned to apologize in addition to dinner.”
“I’m unsure what to say.” Susan moved back to the table, sitting down again.
“Understood. How about you think on it while I get the charcoal started?” Tim reached for the doorknob, hesitating. His actions let her know he waited for her answer.
Susan inhaled, drumming her fingers on her leg, contemplating what to say. Telling him no way wasn’t exactly fair. He hadn’t said “I got you here on false pretenses.” Could she let go of the angst, anger, and hurt from the past? She looked down, pressing her lips together. She thought she’d done just that, left the image of the young immature male named Timothy, who later decided Tim suited him better in the dust of the bygone times of junior high like when he walked up to her at a dance and demanded she dance with him. As to high school, some of that shaped who she was today. His fashion comments left her wondering about his sexuality until she heard about him scoring with one of her friends. Where he learned about clothes she didn’t know, but his tastes went garish and loud for a couple of years. At least someone had shown him about coordinating outfits better by their junior year. And he had the nerve to talk to her about her makeup and clothes. His actions today had spoken louder than his words of yesteryear. Her view of men came from her taking time to understand them better and not from her father’s viewpoint. God knew his jaded descriptions and examples came from his haggard past and relationship failures. Strength came with maturity and knowledge. Self-knowledge mattered for maturity. A click broke the silence engulfing her and her thoughts. She looked up. Tim stood holding the door open as if he kept waiting and hoping.
If she said yes, was she willing to let it all go? Every past indiscretion? Each anger and hurt? Even if some had been worth it? There were parts of her that wanted closure and needed to understand why. One thing neither of them had been good at back then was talking. They said words and mimicked understanding. They hadn’t really gotten the full view. They’d come close a few times like today and so far this evening. Maybe more was in the offing if she said she partially accepted his apology.
Susan stood and walked over to Tim. She laid her hand on his shoulder. He turned his head toward her. She spoke as his gaze met hers. “Partially accepted.”
Tim moved his lips, ready to reply. Susan pressed her finger against his lips. She leaned closer, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Unfinished business. We’ll talk after dinner is served.” She turned and walked to the sink where the yams and salad fixings lay. She didn’t look up until a soft click of the door sounded. Tim wasn’t in sight. He’d gotten her unspoken message. She washed the yams, dried them and scored them with crosscuts, and then rubbed brown sugar with a pinch of cinnamon on them. Her mind raced with how she was going to start the conversation with Tim. She took the aluminum foil out of the drawer Tim had shown her earlier, and she wrapped the yams. Susan wondered what specifically Tim felt the need to apologize for.
* * * *
Tim pulled the door shut behind him, standing still until he heard the soft click of the latch. He closed his eyes, slowly inhaling and exhaling like his life coach taught him. Shudders and shivers roared over him. Susan had said she partially accepted his apology? What did that mean? Had he screwed even that up? Her even-keeled tone and pitch reminded him of Karlene… He shuddered again. Susan wasn’t Karlene—nowhere near her. He took another deep breath and exhaled. He unclenched his hands and focused on the moment at hand.
Throughout his marriage, he prepared for the worst with great vigor. Karlene had her explosive moments during her pregnancies. With her second, he’d learned enough about female physiology to get him a reprieve from time to time. Truth was they probably married too early or had kids sooner than either of them were ready. How did he explain this to Susan? Was it necessary? Maybe not right now. His need to apologize came from wanting another chance. A way to show he’d changed and yet say what he’d felt back from the time they’d gone to their first junior high dance together. Matched up by a couple of friends, he hadn’t known her name at first. Now he did and he was ready to give them another shot. Talking was going to take time and effort. Would Susan agree? Yes, maybe things were looking up.
“Before either of us tastes…” She made sure her gaze met Tim’s. He didn’t look away or let go of her hand. “What about STDs?”?”
“Annual physical three months ago and testing done. No STDs or major illnesses. You?” Tim moved closer, sliding his hand up her arm.
“Six months ago. Gyn exam last month. No STDs or major illness either.”
“Good. Where were we?” Tim hugged her to him. Susan leaned into him. Their flesh met. She inhaled, ready to hold her breath, expecting reversion and angst to rear up ready to bowl her over, taking her back into the dark days of her past. Didn’t happen. Comfort and joy flowed. Someone she cared about desired her same as she did him. Mutual pleasure was ready to happen.
Susan leaned back as far as she could. “I think you mentioned tasting me.”
“Oh, I did.” Tim licked his lips. He tossed the sheet aside as he lowered his arm supporting her. “Lie back and enjoy. Your turn comes when you put this on me.” He held up a foil condom pack. Susan groaned. Tim remembered how she enjoyed helping him with that.
Susan lay back. She drew her knees up and let her legs lay open. Tim moved down her side, placing kisses along the way. He nibbled her waist, laving his tongue over and around her navel. Heat followed by sparks of need bubbled, ready to erupt. Her clit swelled as his hand traced lower along her hip, stroking higher with each caress. He raised his head, blew her a kiss, and rolled between her legs.
* * * *
Tim looked up, scooting up the bed on his hands and knees toward Susan. Her pubic hair matched her head of hair in color almost exactly. He smiled at his inane thought. How did the article go? Oh, yes, he remembered. A guy could tell a woman dyed her hair if it didn’t match her pubic hair. Why the hell that mattered he didn’t know. He’d seen shaved pussies, untrimmed, hairy ones, and ones with very little hair. He preferred one with trimmed hair. It made oral sex much easier. Susan’s fit his liking. Soon, his licking too. He laid down a few inches back from her, puckered, and blew softly.
“Ohh,” Susan moaned, squirming.
Tim smiled, reached forward, touching the nether lips of her mons with the pads of his forefinger and thumb. Slowly, he pulled her nethers apart, inhaling, savoring her scent. He glanced up one more time. Susan’s eyes were closed. Her hands opened and closed, grasping nothing but air. Murmurs and low-volume groans sounded as he blew again. One last inhalation of her spicy fragrance. Yes, time to taste her. Tim wet his lips and pressed his face into the folds of her pubis.
Her clit rose to meet him. His first swipe covered her clit from top to bottom and back. His second and third followed the wet trail he forged. A new taste greeted him on his next swipes.
“Oh yes,” Susan sighed, lifting her hips, thrusting toward him.
Tim slipped his hands under Susan’s hips on her next lift. Cupping her ass, he licked faster, concentrating his laps on and around her trembling clit. Susan picked up her pace, thrusting against him. He started another circular lick when she arched, crying out.
“Goodness,” she wailed, rocking against him, flooding his mouth with her sweetness. Sweeter than he remembered, a touch of saltiness and the smooth texture he knew very well. She’d come from deep within her. He traced a finger in the residue leaking out of her and eased it inside her. He rubbed, eliciting more moans and sighs from her. A bit further in, he found what he sought, her swollen G-spot. He eased another finger into her, rubbing in circles, until she began shaking hard, moaning deep in her throat.
“Oh my goodness,” Susan cried out, threading her fingers into his hair and grasping his head firmly.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he calmed. He slowly removed his fingers, holding still until Susan relaxed her grip on him. She let go as one more shudder slathered over her from head to toe.
Tim pushed up on his elbows and knees, working his way back down the bed. He rolled on his side once he was past Susan’s now outstretched legs. He sat up, licked his fingers, and grinned. Wow, did she taste as delicious as he remembered. Maybe even better. He scooted back on the bed until he could lie nearby her. “You okay?”
Susan turned her head, licked her lips, and nodded. Then whispered, “I think so.”
Tim felt beside him. The foil packet he wanted lay between them. He fingered the packet into the palm of his hand. He fisted his hand, keeping the condom packet tight within his fist. Rolling on his side, he laid his fisted hand on Susan’s stomach. “I don’t think I’m gonna last if you taste me too much.”