The Keeperby Melody
She stood away from the other mourners, gazing at the gravesite with her lips
lightly pressed, her sunglasses hiding the pain in her tear filled eyes. A man
she’d loved desperately had passed away, even though it had been five years
since their relationship had ended, she still had needed to come pay her
respects.
He watched her, studying her body language, the way she tried to hold her
emotions in, but he saw the tears sliding down her cheek from beneath her dark
sunglasses and wondered who the pale woman was. He was certain she wasn’t one
of his friend’s current women, he’d known them all and he definitely would have
remembered this elfin beauty.
She left before the ceremony was quite finished, walking slowly towards the
waiting cab, she got in and bade the driver take her to the airport hotel. Her
flight was scheduled to leave in the wee hours of the morning, she’d try to get
a few hours rest.
Peter’s mother was not taking her son’s death very well, she had called James
and begged him to close up Peter’s condo, boxing up his clothes and belongings
and getting them ready for pick up by the local Red Cross. “Keep whatever you
want James, any clothes or mementos, I simply cannot face doing that. And so
here he was, going through his friend’s most private possessions, feeling
guilty, feeling like he was intruding. He was going through the video tapes
that were in the master bedroom, there were movies that he’d collected but also
tapes with labels stating sequences of trips and a few of family gatherings.
Then he saw her, the mysterious woman from the funeral, it was in a video that
Peter had taken of her, she was doing a cartwheel in the sand near his beach
house, making faces at the camera, even mooning him, he could hear her deep
throated laughter as she fooled around for the camera, she was a beauty he
thought, so tiny in stature but so perfectly put together, a natural beauty,
green eyed and dark reddish hair, her creamy skin showed to perfection in the
tight swim suit, her breasts were fairly large, her small waist and flaring
hips, she had the perfect hour-glass figure. The video played on showing her
taking her suit off and jumping into the surf in her naked glory, she played in
the water like a child and Peter must have been enraptured by her antics for
most of the video showed only her.
Towards the end of the tape, he was shocked to realize that the scene unfolding
was of two lovers in passionate embrace, Peter and the woman were making love,
the look on her face left him awestruck, there was no sound, but he could
imagine her moans and her screams as the expression on her face was captured at
the moments of her ecstasy. He shouldn’t watch this he thought, this was
private, but he couldn’t stop the film, she was so beautiful in her wanton
abandon that he sat there gazing at the screen wishing it was he that elicited
such a reaction from her.
He still didn’t know her name, for whenever there was sound on the film, he
heard Peter refer to her as “wench”, “Come here wench and show me some lovin” or
other playful comments, but no name was mentioned. The memory of her haunted
him for weeks, he’d asked Peter’s other friends if they remembered him going out
with a slight reddish haired woman and not one could recall such a woman. He
even asked Peter’s mother but she didn’t know either.
He had to meet with the company lawyer to finish up the details of the sale of
his house and car and other incidentals, the lawyer mentioned that Peter had
bequeathed his beach house to a woman by the name of Angelique LeBrun, that she
would be coming by to sign the documents and pick up the keys. James asked if
he could meet this lady, as the name wasn’t familiar at all, and he’d thought
he’d known all of Peter’s lady friends. The lawyer agreed and shortly after he
was buzzed that there was a Ms LeBrun to see him, he asked his secretary to
bring her in and both men stood to welcome her in the office.
James was struck again by her beauty, she had a very plain but obviously
expensive suit on, she inclined her head and asked who Mr. Michaelson was, the
lawyer stepped forward and took her hand in both of his, I’m John Michaelson and
this is James Newton, Peter’s friend and business partner. She looked up to
James with a half smile and mumbled that it was a pleasure.
She took the proffered seat and clasped her hands in her lap, waiting patiently
for Mr. Michaelson to begin speaking. He told her that Peter had made
provisions in his will that left her the beach house and all its contents.
There was a sealed letter for her and he handed it to her. She left it unopened
and slipped it into her purse. James could see her trying valiantly to hold
onto her emotions, the clenched hands in her lap, the over brightness of her
eyes. The lawyer took out some papers for her to read and sign, James was asked
to sign also as a witness. The keys were handed to her and she looked up at the
lawyer and thanked him, and looked next at James and with a slight smile nodded
to him.
She left shortly afterwards and James asked Michaleson if he had any idea who
that woman was in Peter’s life, “Peter once told me with great regret, she was
the one who’d gotten away, they had a brief but passionate affair years ago,
she’d wanted permanence and Peter had thought he was not ready for it and so
she’d left. He never stopped caring about her, even trying to get her to come
back but she’d moved on and never took his entreaty seriously, he said some of
the happiest moments of his life had been spent with that woman, and he seemed
to mean it”.
James left the law offices shortly after she did and was strolling to his car
when he looked to the side and saw her parked in a rental, her face in her hands
as her shoulders shook from her obvious sobs, before he realized what he was
doing he’d opened her door and knelt down by her side, she turned her head
quickly and her tear stained face and trembling lips were his undoing, he put
his large hand on her shoulder and asked if he could help, she shook her head,
not trusting herself to speak without breaking down again, he said “Scoot over
Miss LeBrun, we’ll go get a coffee and sit in the park if you like, I don’t
relish seeing you drive anywhere at the moment”. She studied him for a few
moments, then scooted over so that he could fit himself beneath the steering
wheel, he had to make adjustments to the driver space before he steered the car
onto the highway.
They stopped at a drive thru, he asked what she wanted in her coffee and she
said she preferred Iced Tea, after he’d gotten their beverages he drove off in
the direction of the local Marina. “There’s a lovely park there and we can sit
and you can gather yourself together, we can talk if you like, Peter was not
only my business partner, he was also my good friend”. She seemed to relax a
bit and followed him to the park bench where they both sat. “I’m so sorry, you
must be busy and here you are having to console me, I’ll be okay in a few
minutes, I’ll drive you back to your car”.
He simply smiled at her “I’m not so busy that I can’t spare you some time, I’m
surprised that Peter never mentioned you to me, you must have meant a lot to him
for him to leave you his beloved beach house”. She gazed ahead with a look of
pain on her face “Ah Peter, I would have given up the world for that man and he
knew it, but he didn’t take me seriously until it was too late, when he did want
a permanent relationship I was seriously committed to a job I couldn’t leave,
too much depended on me and so I told him I was no longer free. He took it
badly, was very angry with me, stopped calling me and the next I heard about him
was the announcement of his death” she said as fresh tears pooled in her eyes.
He put his arm around her shoulder and she laid her head on his wide one, he
didn’t speak and neither did she, they just sat there for a long time taking
comfort from each other. Finally she looked up at him and said “I think I’d
better be heading back, thank you so much for the shoulder James, I really
appreciate it”. He didn’t want to let her go, trying to think of ways to keep
the contact between them. “Would you let me know when you plan to go to the
beach house, Peter’s mother asked that I dispose of his personal effects and I’d
like to do that as soon as possible so that I can finally tell her that his
condo is cleared of his possessions and the beach house too”.
She inclined her head and said “Actually, that’s where I’m headed now, I’ve
taken a few days off work and thought I’d go see the beach house, I really don’t
think I’ll be able to afford it’s upkeep which is a shame, I love that place”.
He took her hand in his and looked into her eyes “What if I were to rent it from
you for a few months of the year, the time that you wouldn’t be needing it for
yourself, I’m prepared to do whatever upkeep and maintenance around the grounds
for you as well”. She fairly beamed at him and hugged his arm to her in her
excitement, “Oh James, that would be perfect, how wonderful, thank you so much,
I was so hoping I wouldn’t have to put it on the market, I’d like to make that
my home some day”.
They agreed that he would follow her there after she dropped him off at his car,
planning to stop along the way for a meal. They drove off and met at a roadside
diner a few hours later, where they shared a quick meal and were on their way
again for the second leg of their journey. It was just starting to get dark
when they arrived at the beach house, he held the door of her car while she
exited and she handed over the keys to him so that he could unlock the front
door.
He heard her deep sigh as she walked into the glass walled living area,
overlooking the pounding surf, she went directly to the patio door and unlocked
it and walked onto the deck, breathing in deeply the fine salty air. He watched
her as she seemingly gathered her strength, straightening her shoulders and
clenching her fists.
He let himself onto the patio and stood a few feet behind her, god he wished he
could reach out and bring her into his arms, but he knew instinctively that was
a privilege she would accord, not one that could be taken lightly. He cleared
his throat and asked, “Is it okay if I go on to Pete’s room and gather his
clothes Angelique?” She turned around and with a shrug walked towards him,
“I’ll help you, let me get some garbage bags and we can put the clothes in there
until we can pick up some boxes”.
The process took a little longer than it would have had he been alone, there
were several times she picked up a sweater and brought it to her face, inhaling
the scent still present there, she was saying goodbye he realized and so did not
speak to her but focused his attention on the removal of all the accumulated
stuff from the top of the closet. They worked away in silence and when they
were finished he asked her if she was hungry, she answered yes but that she’d
have to go to the market nearby before they could eat. He told her to go ahead
and that he would pack away the rest of Pete’s things that weren’t going to
remain behind.
She returned and headed for the kitchen with her goods, he could hear cupboards
opening and closing and shortly a wonderful aroma finding its way to his nose,
he followed it to the kitchen and was met with a most beguiling sight, there she
was with half her body inside the small freezer, sorting through the contents,
all he could see was her glorious derriere, the material from her pants
stretched tightly across it, her legs splayed a bit, his thoughts turned from
those of hunger for food to the more sensual hunger, it took all the strength he
possessed not to walk up behind her and touch her.
He asked nonchalantly if he could get her a glass of wine and she nearly hit her
head on the freezer lid in her surprised squeal, they both laughed and she said
she would welcome a glass of wine and also his help, if he wouldn’t mind
grilling the steaks she had purchased. The meals preparation was complete, they
took their plates of food to the patio, he brought more wine and they sat in the
cooling evening, watching the sun set and enjoyed their meal in companionable
silence. He helped her with the clean up and then offered her a brandy, she was
about to decline but he reminded her that she would probably sleep better for it
and so she agreed.
“I don’t usually drink as much as I have tonight, if I get a bit tipsy and
maudlin you’ve only yourself to blame”, She smiled at him “Well if you become
either one or both I have a way of clearing that up, I’ll put you over my
shoulder, run down to the water and dump you in, that ought to bring you back
fast enough” he responded. “Oh, not one to take advantage of an inebriated
woman are you James?” she queried, “Well you never know, I’d probably have to
haul you out of the surf, you’d be drenched and cold, some things have a lovely
way of standing out at that time…..I might be tempted then, shall we try?” He
got a pillow thrown at him and grabbed it just in time, joining her in laughter.
He watched her blush as his words sank in, gawd, she is so damn beautiful, I
want her so much, but he knew the wisest course would be for her to make the
first move and so he got up and went to put a few logs in the fireplace, there
was a definite chill in the air and since he’d be the one sleeping on the couch,
he wanted a little warmth for later.
His back was to her, he couldn’t see the slow perusal she made of his bent form,
her eyes taking in the strong physique, a look of hunger entering them before
she put her head down and collected her thoughts. But it’s been so long she
thought to herself, the only thing bothering her was that this was Peter’s
house, she could still see him everywhere and she felt ashamed that she’d
entertained such carnal thoughts of his best friend…..But with the glow of the
fire, the warmth spreading through her from the brandy, it’s effects were
leading her thoughts to those strong arms that had held her in comfort earlier,
she so longed to be held again.
She watched him straighten and walk towards where she was sitting, he was
looking at her, gauging the messages in her eyes, he walked over to the stereo
unit and popped a few easy listening CD’s on, then came back to sit across from
her in the overstuffed chair. She slowly got up and held her hand out to him,
“Would you care to dance with me sir” she asked huskily. He didn’t have to be
asked twice, he stood and reached for her in the same instant and they began a
slow sensual dance, he held her close and she put her head on his chest, not
quite reaching his shoulder, they swayed together quietly through several
numbers, finally she lifted her face to look at him and his head came down for a
quick exploratory kiss on her full lips, just as he was about to pull back, her
mouth opened more and she held him nearer, his own lips covered hers in a
feverish kiss, their tongues dancing, his hands running down her back and
cupping her sweet cheeks. “God I need you” he whispered huskily as he lifted
her in his arms and carried her to the couch, sitting down with her in his lap”.
“Oh James, I want you too, but I feel as if I’m betraying him making love with
his friend in his own house” she whispered anxiously. “Aww Angelique, he’s no
longer with us, and you and he were no longer together, it’s just you and I,
let’s not let any ghosts or memories interfere with the comfort we can offer
each other please” he said softly. He held her closer still, kissing her eyes
shut, then kissing her lips, attempting to convey the powerful emotions he felt
for her. He could feel her trembling, as his hand reached beneath her sweater,
he cupped her full breast in his hand, hearing her gasp as he pulled on her
nipple until it was hard as a pebble, he continued kissing her deeply, realizing
that she was beyond remission, he lifted her sweater off her and undid her bra,
his swift intake of breath as he beheld her beautiful breasts.
Her own hands were shaking as they reached for the buttons of his shirt but she
undid them slowly and moved his shirt away from him, her breasts coming into
contact with his chest, the hairs there tickling her and making her more aware
of just how much she had missed this. The rest of their clothing came off, all
the while they investigated each other, with nips and kisses. He turned her to
face him, while she straddled him, his hand coming between them to touch her
center, hot and oh so wet…. He entered her slowly as she arched into him and
the sweet dance began, she could feel his throbbing member fill her completely,
she clasped her arms around his shoulders, his face pressed into her voluptuous
cleavage, and increased the tempo of the rocking motion he had begun.
He felt her wetness seeping around his cock, gawd she was hot, her head flung
back, the blush spreading from her chest upwards to her face, her eyes closed as
she moaned and gasped. She reached the pinnacle once and once again before he
started to pump inside of her in earnest, she clung to him, muttering in French,
he couldn’t make out the words, she was so far gone, he felt her tightening
around him once again and his own orgasm was near, when he felt the wetness
surround him once more, he bucked hard several times and emptied his life force
into her waiting womb.
Their breathing was ragged, they held each other tightly in the aftermath,
nuzzling each other once again. He stood up suddenly, still connected to her
and walked towards the bedroom, holding onto her bottom as she entwined her legs
around his middle and her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his
neck and kissing him softly. He headed for the shower and let her slide down
his length as he turned the jets on high with very hot water, then cold then hot
and cold once more….she screeched each time the cold water hit her, her nipples
peaking as she tried to jump away from the spray. His hands were soapy as he
ran them lovingly over each inch of her body, inside of her, in the crack of her
beautiful ass, he entered her with a soapy finger in each orifice and she moaned
long and low.
They rinsed off and grabbed big fluffy towels and dried each other off. “Last
one to bed is a rotten egg,” she said as she took a leap through the bathroom
door. He laughed as he caught up with her, grabbed her around the waist and
made a dash for the bed as she squealed, “What if we both hit it at the same
time” as he jumped in dumping them both in a tangled pile of arms and legs.
What a glorious picture she made, laying there with a smile in her eyes and on
her lips as she held her arms open to him.
He lunged for her and she screeched in mock terror and they tumbled playfully,
he biting and sucking whatever came into view, she laughing and eventually
moaning his name pleadingly. He was visiting each and every glorious inch of
her, what he’d failed to inspect earlier, learning her “spots” the ones that
elicited whimpers, the ones that made her shiver, he spent an inordinate amount
of time at her center, lavishing her with his tongue till he was rewarded with a
large quick gush of her juices and still he kept plundering her with his tongue,
fingers inserted in both her orifices, she thrashed and sighed and when she
reached her peak once more she screamed his name.
He flipped her over and ran his hardened member from her sopping slit up to her
puckered anus, gently entering her there, she gasped and tried to pull away
“Shhhhhhhh, relax baby” he encouraged her, as he found her sweet button and
began to massage it as he slowly pushed the head of his penis in her tight
entrance. She was beside herself with these new sensations, her guttural groan
indicative of the immense depth of what she was feeling. He continued his slow
breach, lovingly encouraging her, pressing hard on her button until he could
feel once more the wetness seeping from her and covering his hand. He waited
for her to approach another orgasm before he entered her fully and pumped her
hard and long. She screamed his name in a long moan and he felt her trembling
uncontrollably, she begged him “Ohhhhhhh come with me, fill me, fill me” it was
his undoing, he could not hold back any longer.
When they’d regained a semblance of normal breathing he arose and picked her up
lovingly and took her to the shower once more where he let the warm spray rain
down on them, he washed every inch of her and she returned the favor. They were
beyond words, gazing at each other, wonderingly, smiling into each other’s eyes.
She wanted to say something, she tried a few times, to convey the fact that
she’d never experienced such mind shattering release, ever …. She didn’t have to
say a word, he put a finger lovingly to her lips and whispered “I know”.
They found their way back to bed, cuddling closely, then he heard her breathing
change, slowing and deepening. He re-played the scenes of their lovemaking, awe
struck at how quickly intimate they’d become, it was at that moment, before he
fell asleep that a feeling of utter peace settled over him, a feeling of true
contentment. Was this a blessing from Peter, this chance to meet and love this
wonderful woman sleeping in his arms. He fervently hoped so, for he’d decided,
she would not be getting away from him, he would woo her and win her and make
her his forever, she’s a “keeper” he thought to himself as he drifted off.
08/22/00 © Melody
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