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Holding you is enough. You've given me much more than that--and I'm grateful.
"It's me, Carol. Charlie. I'll never do anything you don't want, and you have no idea what I'd do to keep your friendship now that I have it again."
He gave her a crooked smile. "Not fucking you is easy."
She gasped and reddened, then laughed and laughed. After a moment, she asked, "Is it all right for me to say I wish you could?"
He hugged her. "Very much, my love. Very much all right."
They drove back to her hotel in comfortable silence, with Carol snuggled up to his side like they were teenagers again. He pulled up to the front entrance to drop her off, and she kissed him lightly on the lips before she got out--then looked around furtively, and kissed him longer. "Pick me up at nine-thirty. The Botanical Gardens open at ten," she said.
"I'll be here."
"Are you sure you'll be all right? Are you going to be able to sleep?" She looked at him with concern.
He grinned. "Carol, I'm going to go back, get undressed, and--um--how shall I put this--'meditate' on the events of the evening." He gave her another crooked smile. "I feel sure I'll sleep like a baby afterward."
She giggled and looked at him, then leaned forward and whispered, "So am I." Then she smirked and said, "And I'll be naked, Charlie. Meditate on that."
Then she gasped and looked stricken. "I'm sorry. Was that mean? Did I hurt you?"
He looked at her sternly. "Yes, that was very mean." She blinked at him, dismayed, and then he grinned. "And no, it didn't hurt me. Um--could you be a little meaner, do you think?"
She giggled again and leaned forward, eyes sparkling wickedly. "I'll be doing it in the shower, all covered with nothing but soap," she whispered, "and then I'm going to go to bed naked and do it again."
He closed his eyes. "Oh, my God," he breathed. "Okay, that's mean enough. I may have to meditate right here."
They laughed, and she kissed him again. "See you in the morning," she said through the car window.
"If I can get back to the hotel without hitting anything," he said.
She laughed, "Be careful," and they parted.
It was the first time he had masturbated to thoughts of Carol in many years. He came like a fire hose--in the shower. Then he went to bed naked and did it again.
And then he cried himself to sleep. The last words he spoke before drifting off were, "I meant what I said, God. I've had my hour. Take my life when you're ready. But please...
"Just not tonight..."
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The next day was perfection. They spent it together; first walking in the gardens, where they strolled amung the flowers and kissed on an arched bridge. A pair of old ladies who were watching told them they were "a pretty couple" afterward.
They had a light lunch, then went to a bookstore. They walked up and down the aisles and looked at books, idly picking them up and putting them back, occasionally showing them to each other, but soon they were looking at each other and smiling, then laughing.
"I haven't paid attention to anything I've looked at since we got here," he finally admitted.
"Neither have I," she said. "What do you want to do?"
"What do YOU want to do?" he asked.
She took his hand. "Well... I need to get back earlier tonight, because Larry called last night before I got back and I had to convince him I was at a movie."
"Okay."
"So I want to go back to your hotel," she said, "and make out for the rest of the day."
"Gee, I dunno," he teased. "That movie we were going to see sounds pretty good..."
She slapped his shoulder, laughing, and they left.
It was more of the same, though they went a little farther. They remained fully dressed, and by turns held each other quietly and murmured of dreams and memories to each other--but they also fiercely kissed and groped each other like they were naked. Carol was wearing jeans, and spread her legs wide so Charlie could lie between them and grind his erection into her denim-covered pussy mound as she hunched back at him. He kissed and nuzzled her big breasts through her clothes, and she held his ass with both hands and whimpered, "Oh, yes...Oh, yes..."
It was frustrating, but fun. They kept each other halfway to orgasm for hours, and flirted with three-fourths.
By mutual, unspoken consent, they began to dial back their passion as the sky began to darken. By seven o'clock, they were simply holding each other and kissing quietly again.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she whispered, but looked troubled.
Charlie saw. "It's all right, Carol," he said. "You're not making me any promises. I know that."
She looked at him. "Do you?"
He pulled her to him. "I know you'll never leave him," he whispered in her ear. He held her close so she couldn't see his face.
"Thank you, Chahlie," she whispered. "I do love you. You always give me what I need."
He kissed her and sat up. "Dinner before you go? We can get room service."
She smiled. "That would be perfect." Then she added, "Just like you."
He looked at her blankly. "What?"
"You are," she said, her eyes soft as she lay there on the bed and looked at him. "You give me what I need, and you don't ask for anything, and you understand--everything. I do love you, Chahlie. I really do."
He lay down again. "I would do anything for you," he said. "Anything at all."
"Love me," she said.
He smiled. "Till they put me in the ground, Carol."
They had dinner in his room--complete with candles--and then he drove her back.
"When will I see you tomorrow?" he asked. "Can I come and pick you up?"
She shook her head. "No, I'll drive over," she said. "I'll be going home from here. I only have till noon or so, and I want to spend as much time with you as possible."
"When will you be here?" he asked.
She smiled. "Early," she said. "Let me surprise you."
It was only a little past seven o'clock when she knocked. He padded to the door barefoot, wrapped in the hotel robe. Beneath it, he wore nothing.
He opened the door with a smile--and then his eyes widened.
Carol had her hair tied back in a ponytail, and was wearing maroon cutoffs and a matching sweatshirt. She was barefoot. She looked like a plump and curvy teenager. Her pale, beautiful legs seemed almost to glow in the still-dim hallway. Beside her on the floor were her bags.
Charlie stared.
"Well? May I come in?" she asked, with a knowing smile.
He blinked. "Uh. Uh, yeah. Sure. Here, let me get those." He picked up her bags and carried them inside.
She followed, and he closed the door behind her.
"Wait," Carol said. She opened the door, hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the knob, then closed and locked it again. She swung the emergency lock into place, too. "Can't have too much privacy," she said with a smile, then opened her arms.
He hugged her--and gasped. He stroked he back and squeezed her, then leaned back and smiled at her. "You naughty thing," he said.
She giggled. "Just like old times."
She was not wearing a bra.
He looked down at her cutoffs. They were shorter than he remembered.
"Nope. Nothing there either," she said.
He looked at her and actually shivered. He remembered; she meant she was wearing no panties, either, and he was even more shocked than he had been on that night so long ago.
He looked at her sidewise. "Okay," he said, "what's going on?"
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