Love Stories. The Second Time Around by Dewey Edward Chester… We laughed together, remembering old times “Remember the beers?” “Remember the boat dance!”
Too soon her Cinderella Ball had ended and she found herself climbing inside a classy black limousine. We laughed together, remembering old times—–“Remember the beers?”
“Remember the boat dance!”
“Remember your hips!”
It was midnight when we reached the mansion. I unlocked the front door and she spied frame wicker, plush pillows; a stunning spiral staircase. “Wonderful! She told me, picking up a piece of marble.
“A political gift,” I responded then led her up the staircase, inside a study where she saw a picture of college days hanging on the wall. In it I was giving a speech, passing a torch for students who wanted to follow. I was bathed in golden sun.
You captured us that day,” she said, then listened to my journey during the years. We dined on crab legs, garlic bread and drank red wine; and soon she found herself sitting on my living room couch—- “Dinner was great!” she cooed; she was drunk.
I looked into her eyes and said, “You’re as beautiful as a school girl.” I stared at her thick hair; her eyes were laced with fire.
She touched my arm: “You’ve accomplished more than I dreamed.”
I kissed her cheek and said, “Let this be for old times.” I kissed her neck, kissed her ears, moved my lips along her jaw and suddenly found her mouth.
I backed off, allowing her to catch her breath. She was stiff, but when I opened her blouse she exclaimed: “Oh! Oh!” It was a ruse: “For old times?” she asked
“Yes,” I answered.