A Beautiful Couple Days (PMB)

Wisconsin winters are always cold and snowy, but the year I endured it, I refused to give up myself because of it. I found ways around being cold in the winter that still allowed me to wear cute little dresses and skirts. Knee socks can be a girl's best friend in snowy winters, and most people think they are simply adorable. I'd like to think that's what attracted him to me at first, but it probably wasn't. Actually, at first he wasn't very friendly at all...but this story isn't about that day. It's about a day much later on down the road.

I had moved back to Tennessee and he had gone "home" (place deliberately left out) as he had only been visiting Wisconsin at the time. This story is about the beautiful few days we spent together in Tennessee. He stopped by to visit me on his way to "destination afar" and to me, it was one of the sweetest things that anybody has ever done in my stead. I'd like to think that my town was on the way to where he was going, but I don't think it was. Having very little advance notice of it, I couldn't take off work off the day he arrived, but I had the next couple days off. Due to family concerns, he ended up having to cut the trip short, and though I was slightly sad about it, I understood.

While he was here though, life was beautiful for a few days: a little more spring in my step, a little more brightness in my energy and even, seemingly, in the sky around us. His smile and his eyes were what really killed me, I'll never forget that look on his face when he was smiling at me; like I was a brightly wrapped present under the Christmas Tree. I remember him telling me that his favorite part of a woman was the small of her back, because he could just put his hand there and get her to go anywhere. For him, with me it was true, even though I've found very few people who could have that kind of power over me.

We had sex quite often in that couple of days...so much in fact, that after he left the girls I worked with started to call him "the champ." And he was. It was sweaty and loud and had more "talk" involved than I was used to, but that little bit of awkwardness mattered little to me in those moments, because his facial expressions often took my breath away. I loved to watch his face change as he moved through stages of pleasure. The kissing was limited, but not because it was unpleasant in any way. It was because I'd finally found a person who realized that two people don't have to kiss the whole time during sex for it be good or exciting. Plenty of other places can be kissed as well--*raises eyebrows* he already knew that--and sometimes just watching each other's eyes can be extremely enticing.

His eyes watching me move closer into him, his passion rising as I put my hand on myself during the height of the moment, his hands firmly around my back pulling me upwards, towards his naked flesh. My hand on the back of his neck, pulling him into me as if that motion would allow him to literally fall inside my own body--always wanting to be closer to him. His lips on my ear, whispering how good it felt and various other sundries; pulling my hair enough to hurt, but what sweet pleasure the pain of it was! My fingernails dragging through the skin on his back, gritting my teeth as I dug deeper; moans escaping through clenched teeth when, in pushing in and out of me, he kept grazing past my hot spot. Biting each other a little too hard sometimes, sweet ecstasy of pain and pleasure, mixing and becoming one.

Man, it's hard to keep telling this story right now--my brain has left me to delve more into the memory...alone, damn it! I can't do this with you watching. Ok fine, that's not true, I've done that in front of people a lot...so what? Moving on...

After I came, he was still able to keep "up" which is a rare quality in men for me--most of them can't hold it after I've gone. Not him though, he always wanted me to beg for it...and usually I would. "Come on, baby...let me have it. I need it!" But if I, for some reason, didn't ask...he would. "Do you want me to come for you? Tell me you want it." And, naturally I'd oblige. *giggle*

We also spent a very lovely day wandering around Centennial Park in downtown--one of my favorite parks. We sat on the steps of the Parthenon and watched tourists come and go off of a animal shaped bus--I forget which animal now, but we both thought it was hilarious--and watched the ducks swimming around in the pond below us. We talked for hours about what he actually does at his job, and climbed around on the steps, taking pictures and laughing. I've never had so much fun in that park before, though I had been there numerous times. I remember he tried to teach me how to use his digital camera, which of course failed miserably since I'm not very technologically inclined.

Then, of course I took him to my favorite little bit of Hillsboro Village: my favorite coffee shop in town. He chatted it up with my friends there, and several other random people out on the back porch, which only made me smile at him more. I listened to him educating several people--total strangers to me--on the nature of certain political involvements and shoot the shit about nothing with people I've known for years. It was most endearing: he was intelligent and political, but could still just chill out and enjoy a cup of coffee.

Whatever I had thought of him before--which was still a fairly high estimation for a person in my life--my opinion of him changed during this couple days because of one thing: the way he was with my friends. They all loved him! And that, is a very important thing for me with a guy I like, because my friends are my judge and jury; they usually know, long before I do, when somebody is toxic for me. After dinner one night, in fact, he was talking to my best friend and said to her something that I knew I'd never forget. It was what made the time we spent together a complete package of delight in the unforgettables bank. He said, "Yeah, I really like Miss Angel here, whom the gods, for whatever reason, haven't deemed to tell me her real name." I watched her face change after he said this from judgment of him to approval, in an instant. I blushed slightly and didn't know what to say...luckily he didn't have to see me blush since I was sitting in front of him with his arms around me. I didn't know what to say, but when I looked him in the eyes right after that, I knew it didn't matter if I said nothing at all (very refreshing to meet a person who understands the value of silence in certain circumstances).

Looking back now, the whole thing feels like a dream, but a beautiful one; the kind of dream that if you get awakened from it, you try and try to "fall" back into, but never seem to be able to get there. Maybe someday the gods will bless me and let me fall back into that dream, but for now, I still remember it with fondness and an endearing heart.