Even without the cleavage I’d be in danger of a premature heart attack. Sara was blessed with a 30F bust, which swayed seductively beneath the tight, shiny fabric as she waltzed around the large bed. The look in her eyes, the acknowledgement my reaction, so immodestly spoke of mutual approval.
I just for the life of me could not tell if I was overdressed or underdressed. Not to worry, I thought. ‘I figured it would beat squishing up together on the couch like two seals on a shrinking icecap,’ I explained.
She climbed onto the bed, padding along on all fours – and somewhat teasingly – towards the middle of the bed before curling up on her side and demanding her wine. I handed her both glasses, almost straining to reach her, before climbing up close and leaning up on one elbow at her side to drink mine.
‘I need this in my life,’ she said longingly.
‘No new men in your life, though?’
‘No,’ she said happily, sipping her wine and enjoying the firm comfort of the bed’s firm new mattress. ‘There’s nobody worthwhile,’ she explained briefly, and then, ‘I take it you haven’t been thinking about women and relationships lately.’
‘Well it’s not that I haven’t been thinking,’ I said loosely, ‘but I’m not the rebounding type, and I just don’t know if I could bring myself to trust anyone right now.’
I was quick to drain my glass and roll back to the bedside table to stand it there, then offered her more wine to which she shook her head contently. Then I returned to my mother’s side. ‘That makes me sad,’ she said.
‘Don’t be sad for me,’ I dismissed.
‘I’m sad for both of us,’ she said. I sidled in closer to hold her to me. The fresh, floral aroma of her skin and hair, the moisturiser she used and her natural scent was subtle but heady. It did wonderful things to me, as did the feeling of having her near to me again.
‘Some fools don’t know a good thing, even when it’s right under their noses,’ I mumbled.
‘Mm-hmm,’ she agreed, eyeing me intently from under my nose. ‘You don’t have that problem do you, sweetheart?’
‘Of course not, mum. Do you?’ I nudged her playfully, rolling her back suddenly and digging my tickling fingertips into her ribs. She laughed aloud and tried to combat my stealthy move by pulling me on top of her and suddenly I was very aware of how our bodies felt pressed together that way.
I kissed her then, in the way she had kissed me in the kitchen earlier, without reservation and without any real boundary, but not forcefully. There was a feeling of rejoice. Old feelings came closer yet to the surface.
I knew the look in her eyes all too well, the look of feelings having been gone too long but never forgotten. ‘Stare too long and you may go cross-eyed,’ she said inappropriately and began to laugh. Then purring she begged for another kiss and demanded with approval that I hold her closer. I did, moulding the contour of my body to hers, and we held each other and made small talk.
Time went by…
‘I missed you,’ she said with a glint in her darkened smouldering eyes. ‘The things like this have been the hardest to live without, or to try to replace.’
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