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Chapter 10: Unlikely Love - A Young Woman's Intervention Sparks Romance CHAPTER 10 My mother gave birth to me at twenty-one so she was only thirty-nine now—still a young woman. It bothered me that she had no one so I stuck my nose in where it didn’t belong. “Are you seeing anyone, Mom? You’re too young to waste your life alone.” “No…there’s this one guy at work who seems to like me, but he’s kind of shy so I doubt he’ll ever get up the nerve to ask me out.” “I’m taking you and Steffi out to dinner tomorrow so why don’t you ask him to join us?” “You want ME to ask HIM? My generation doesn’t do that.” “Well…they should. Have his phone number? I’ll call him with the invitation. How’s that?” “I don’t know, Rob. I don’t want to seem too eager.” “Oh, Mom,” Steffi chimed in, “go for it.” “I see I’m outnumbered. Okay, Rob my phone’s in my purse.” I got up and found the phone. It was the same as mine—some special deal from the carrier. I found the number after she told me his name and pressed Send. It went to his voice mail, “Nicholas, my name is Rob Kerwood. I believe you know my mom, Christina, from work. I’m taking her and my fiancé to dinner tomorrow night and I’d be pleased if you’d join us. I’m picking up Mom outside the store so if you meet up with her around four we’ll be all set. Dinner is on me so no worries there and dress will be casual. You can tell Mom tomorrow at work when you see her. I hope you can join us. Bye!” I ended the call and turned to my mother who was as red as Steffi had been earlier. “Don’t be embarrassed, Mom. If you want something you have to go after it. …and then things took a turn
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Chapter 10: Unlikely Love - A Young Woman's Intervention Sparks Romance
CHAPTER 10
My mother gave birth to me at twenty-one so she was only thirty-nine now—still a young woman. It bothered me that she had no one so I stuck my nose in where it didn’t belong. “Are you seeing anyone, Mom? You’re too young to waste your life alone.”
“No…there’s this one guy at work who seems to like me, but he’s kind of shy so I doubt he’ll ever get up the nerve to ask me out.”
“I’m taking you and Steffi out to dinner tomorrow so why don’t you ask him to join us?”
“You want ME to ask HIM? My generation doesn’t do that.”
“Well…they should. Have his phone number? I’ll call him with the invitation. How’s that?”
“I don’t know, Rob. I don’t want to seem too eager.”
“Oh, Mom,” Steffi chimed in, “go for it.”
“I see I’m outnumbered. Okay, Rob my phone’s in my purse.” I got up and found the phone. It was the same as mine—some special deal from the carrier. I found the number after she told me his name and pressed Send. It went to his voice mail, “Nicholas, my name is Rob Kerwood. I believe you know my mom, Christina, from work. I’m taking her and my fiancé to dinner tomorrow night and I’d be pleased if you’d join us. I’m picking up Mom outside the store so if you meet up with her around four we’ll be all set. Dinner is on me so no worries there and dress will be casual. You can tell Mom tomorrow at work when you see her. I hope you can join us. Bye!” I ended the call and turned to my mother who was as red as Steffi had been earlier. “Don’t be embarrassed, Mom. If you want something you have to go after it. Now, tell us all about him.”
“Okay, as if I have any choice. He’s forty, I think, and a bit taller than me. He’s fairly thin and I know he’s divorced. That may be why he’s shy—once bitten, and so forth. He works in menswear which as you know is right next to women’s which is where I work so I see him quite often during the day. He has all of his hair which is nice, but not necessary, and decent teeth which is. He’s very polite and he’s told me some funny stories so I think he has a good sense of humor. He seems to like me, but….”
“Well,” I replied, “we’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we? Now…who wants some more soup?” Steffi had her bowl up in a second, followed shortly by Mom. I was already ladling some into my bowl.
Once again we all ate too much. Thank God Thanksgiving only comes once a year. Despite being stuffed we all finished with a huge piece of pie which officially ended the feast. We retired to the living room to listen to Mom describe the hordes of people at the store today. She even told us of calling security to break up a fight that broke out when two women wanted the last blouse that was on sale. I couldn’t ever imagine men acting like that. Fight over a woman—sure, but over some clothes? Not a chance. Mom’s cell phone rang just before nine. I could tell from the conversation that it was Nicholas. He wanted to speak to me.
“Hello, Nicholas,” I began.
“Uh…I appreciate the offer, but I’d probably be a burden.”
“Not at all. Mom has told us all about you and we’d love if you would join us. Here’s a question for you—what are you going to do instead…sit at home by yourself? Eat a crummy pizza? We used to enjoy Manero’s up in Greenwich but it’s closed so I’m thinking either Ruth’s Chris or Morton’s. Yeah, they’re both steak houses, but not formal and the food is great. Trust me…I can afford it. Ask my mom tomorrow at work. I’m surprised she hasn’t bragged about me. Okay, I’m in college, but I do work occasionally. I’m a singer. No, I don’t do weddings or birthdays, but I did five concerts with a major Boston orchestra about a month ago and I have another set coming up before Christmas. Okay…great…I’m looking forward to meeting you. See you tomorrow.” I ended the call and looked at Mom. She was even redder than Steffi had been earlier. “What?” When it came to women I was truly clueless.
We all went to bed around ten. Okay…Mom went to sleep, Steffi and I went to make love. We showered again and I spent a little extra time on her ass crack, tickling her anus with my soapy finger. She swooned with delight, falling into my strong arms. Holding her securely I kissed her tenderly. “Know what? I love you to pieces. I’m the luckiest man who’s ever lived. You’re beautiful, sexy, hot, gorgeous, and you even fuck pretty good.”
“Oh, sure…go ahead and ruin the moment,” she teased. “Next thing you’ll tell me that I give decent blowjobs.”
“Well…a bit above average, I’d say.”
“Oh, yeah? You just wait.” We exited the tub laughing. We tiptoed back to the bedroom still wet and closed the door. Steffi took control now, pushing me back onto the bed. “Decent blowjob, eh?” she kidded me. “Okay, let’s see how this one is.”
“Stop! Hold it! This afternoon you told me that I could take care of you later. It is now ‘later’ so I think it should be your turn. However, in the interest of fairly evaluating your skills I will be willing to permit a ’69.’” Steffi gave me her mock exasperated look and climbed onto my body.
“Keep in mind that I’ll be evaluating your skills, too.” She kissed me with a smile and spun around to engulf my cock. I took a quick look at her pussy in the dim light. I loved her puffy outer labia and the delicate inner lips. They were almost identically symmetrical. Gently, I kissed around her pussy, noting how hot her labia felt. I could feel them swell under my touch as Steffi shuddered. Next I licked those delicate inner labia, loving the soft feel of her skin there. It was only a millimeter’s adjustment to plunge my muscular tongue into her haven—the core of her womanhood and her sexuality and the source of our future family. I reached for and found her G-spot. A mere touch sent ripples of ecstasy through my love.
How Steffi could concentrate on what she was doing while I was doing her amazed me. Her tongue was active, wrapping around and washing my cock as she sucked me with incredible strength. As if that wasn’t enough she cupped and rubbed my sensitive balls. She worked hard, trying to literally suck the semen from my body. Ultimately, that’s exactly what she would do.
I moved my attention to her clit. I loved her clit. When swollen it peeked out from its hood hard and hot and oh, so sensitive. I began by gnawing on it, knowing that Steffi had no defense against it. She’d had experienced some mind blowing orgasms through my gnawing technique. However, they were nothing in comparison to what happened when I sucked her little button between my teeth. When I did that to her now she screamed for almost ten seconds and flooded my face with her ejaculate. I thought the walls might fall and I knew that Mom would certainly hear from the neighbors tomorrow.
At the time, though, my mind was centered on what she was doing to me. With one mighty and final suck my semen exploded from my cock past her tonsils to her stomach. Over and over I blew and each time she sucked it up and swallowed. At last I was done—literally and figuratively. I was exhausted. I lay back, Steffi equally spent atop my body. She barely had the strength to turn around and hold me. “How was that?”
“I’d give it an A-plus, plus, plus just like every other time.”
“I gave you four pluses. I hope your mom doesn’t get evicted. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go to sleep.” She never replied; she was already unconscious.
Mom reacted the following morning the same way she had yesterday—with a laugh. “Steffi, it must be wonderful to be so orgasmic.”
“Truthfully, Mom…I didn’t realize I was until I met Rob. He’s the reason. I only had sex with one boy before I met Rob and it was a disaster. I didn’t even come close to…you know. But somehow I knew Rob would be different. He was and he is…wonderful, but we both know that there has to be more to a successful relationship than great sex. We both love music and we help each other study...I’m good at subjects he’s weak in and vice versa. I’m sorry if I got you into trouble.”
“Don’t be. Not a peep has come from this apartment for years, so one weekend of an occasional noise is more than understandable…and I’m so jealous.”
“Maybe…Nicholas, Mom…maybe.”
“I don’t know. We’ll see.”
I started the breakfast—bacon and egg sandwiches on hard rolls with lots of butter and salt and pepper—a cardiologist’s nightmare. We ate hurriedly. Mom had to go to work and Steffi and I were on our way to the train station and Manhattan. We took the subway to Lincoln Center and stopped by to see the faculty at Julliard. Then we walked through Central Park to Madison Avenue and south to 63rd. Up a few floors brought us to my agent’s office. Most people would have been home with their families, but Les had no family. The artists he represented were his family. He treated me like his son. I knew he would be in the office.
“Rob…Rob, I’m so glad you came in. I have news. The orchestra wants you for two more Christmas concerts.”
“Uh…Les, I’m getting married. This is my fiancé, Steffi.”
He took a step back and gave an appraising look. “Good choice—she’ll look good in publicity photos.”
“Les, I don’t really care about all that stuff. Tell them that I’ll do the extras, but they’re going to have to pay for upsetting our plans. Tell them I want fifteen each or forget it. They’re making a fortune on me as it is.”
“Okay, I’ll tell them. You’re really getting married? You know, you could make a fortune by playing the field. You could even get married but keep it a secret. Lots of big stars have done that.”
I hated Les when he was like this. He was a great agent and he was responsible for a lot of my success, but he could also be a Grade A ass. “No, Les forget it. That would be so disrespectful to our relationship so forget it. Of course, I could also go to William Morris or Creative Talents. I doubt they’d be interested in doing that kind of stuff.”
“Great, Rob…treat me like a schmuck. Don’t I work hard for you?”
“Yes, Les you do, but I’m not interested in that kind of cheap publicity. We’re going now. Contact them and let me know what happens. Bye, we’re off to the Empire State Building.” I took Steffi’s hand and led her away. We were in the elevator when I spoke again, “I’m sorry you had to hear that crap, Steffi. He’s a great agent, but sometimes he just forgets I’m not into all that publicity BS. I couldn’t imagine being seen with some bimbo when we’re married…or even now. Ewwww! It’s just not going to happen.”
We’re kids so it was nothing to walk the twenty-nine blocks south on Madison to the Empire State Building. It’s not as long as it seems. The blocks are much shorter N-S than they are E-W. It was a lark for us, especially for Steffi who had never been in the city before. We rode up to the 86th floor observatory clutching our tickets. It was worth the expense to see the expression on her face as I showed her the sights. She wanted to do everything, but that could take us weeks and we had to be home to clean up before driving to pick up Mom and her friend.
We spent an hour there before walking the short distance up to the Old Bridge Deli on Lex between 37th and 38th where I gave Steffi her first New York hot pastrami on rye experience. We had some Dr. Brown’s cream sodas and the complimentary coleslaw and pickles before proceeding on to Grand Central Station. We were back in Pelham by 2:30. It was only a five minute walk to the apartment. I’d done this trip so often I could do it blindfolded, even crossing the streets.
We showered together, of course, but no sex. That would have to wait until tonight. We walked to the car at 3:30 looking like the All-American couple we were, reaching the mall just before four and parking outside the women’s wear entrance where Mom always entered and left. She walked out about twenty minutes later with her clear vinyl purse in her hands. She had explained that the store required it to prevent the employees from shoplifting. Personally, I thought it silly. If someone wanted to steal they would, transparent purse or no.
Mom was talking to and walking with Nicholas. He was about four inches taller than her, short brown hair, what looked like brown eyes and nicely dressed in a sweater and slacks with brown loafers. I stepped forward to introduce myself, “Hi, I’m Rob--glad you could make it.”
“Thanks, I’m Nick.” I introduced Steffi and back into the car we went. The Subaru is small so the men sat in front for the ride north. It took us about a half hour to get to White Plains and another ten to find the restaurant. I’d never eaten at Morton’s and I was eagerly looking forward to an excellent meal. We had a 5:30 reservation which would give us plenty of time to get acquainted. In the interest of encouraging conversation I went first, explaining how I had become a singer and more important, how I had met Steffi. I told a lot about that day at Malden High, but conveniently forgot to mention Steffi’s reaction to my harp’s glissando.
I encouraged Mom and Nick to order drinks while Steffi and I had iced tea. Steffi went next, telling all about her family—even about the dispute with her father that led to us living together and marrying so quickly. She also told about my day at her school, but from her perspective. I heard for the first time what the girls thought about me—how they thought I was “so hot” and how all the girls were so jealous that she had landed me. Mom and I laughed at some of her descriptions, mostly because we knew Steffi. She could be so serious one minute and so silly the next. Surprisingly, Nick went next.
“Okay,” he began, “I already told Christina that I was divorced, but I didn’t tell her how painful it was. I have two kids and I haven’t been able to see them since the divorce. That’s because her father is a millionaire and she had a whole team of lawyers where I could only afford some kid out of night school. Her parents never liked me—wrong religion, wrong socio-economic level, not enough snob appeal—you know the story. Angie even told me the divorce was her parents’ idea. If she didn’t do it they’d cut her off without a penny. I guess they scared the devil out of her. Anyway, I have these two beautiful kids—a boy and a girl—who will never know their father. And I’ll never know them. I often wonder what those bastards will tell the kids about me—probably that I was killed in an accident. That’s why I’ve never tried to get involved with anyone. I was hurt too badly. Christina is the only woman I know who isn’t like the others. She’s always been kind and considerate to me.”
The waiter came and we ordered, and, of course, I ordered too much—lobster bisque, lettuce wedge with bleu cheese dressing, filet medium rare, and an order of fries to share with Steffi. Steffi also ordered the salad and filet, Mom and Nick decided to split a porterhouse for two which I thought was a positive sign. We chatted about everything and nothing during our meal which, if anything, exceeded our expectations. At one point I got a chuckle out of Steffi and Mom when I stuck a long French fry in my mouth and grunted to Steffi. She took the other end in her mouth and we ate our way to a kiss. We must kiss a hundred times a day, so it was no big deal, but I wanted to put Nick at ease with the idea of romantic involvement and a kiss from Steffi was always something to cherish. Nick was a bit sheepish and nervous when he put a long fry into his mouth.
“Don’t look at me,” I exclaimed. Steffi laughed and Mom just smiled, but she did accept the invitation, lingering at THE END
My mother gave birth to me at twenty-one so she was only thirty-nine now—still a young woman. It bothered me that she had no one so I stuck my nose in where it didn’t belong. “Are you seeing anyone, Mom? You’re too young to waste your life alone.”
“No…there’s this one guy at work who seems to like me, but he’s kind of shy so I doubt he’ll ever get up the nerve to ask me out.”
“I’m taking you and Steffi out to dinner tomorrow so why don’t you ask him to join us?”
“You want ME to ask HIM? My generation doesn’t do that.”
“Well…they should. Have his phone number? I’ll call him with the invitation. How’s that?”
“I don’t know, Rob. I don’t want to seem too eager.”
“Oh, Mom,” Steffi chimed in, “go for it.”
“I see I’m outnumbered. Okay, Rob my phone’s in my purse.” I got up and found the phone. It was the same as mine—some special deal from the carrier. I found the number after she told me his name and pressed Send. It went to his voice mail, “Nicholas, my name is Rob Kerwood. I believe you know my mom, Christina, from work. I’m taking her and my fiancé to dinner tomorrow night and I’d be pleased if you’d join us. I’m picking up Mom outside the store so if you meet up with her around four we’ll be all set. Dinner is on me so no worries there and dress will be casual. You can tell Mom tomorrow at work when you see her. I hope you can join us. Bye!” I ended the call and turned to my mother who was as red as Steffi had been earlier. “Don’t be embarrassed, Mom. If you want something you have to go after it. Now, tell us all about him.”
“Okay, as if I have any choice. He’s forty, I think, and a bit taller than me. He’s fairly thin and I know he’s divorced. That may be why he’s shy—once bitten, and so forth. He works in menswear which as you know is right next to women’s which is where I work so I see him quite often during the day. He has all of his hair which is nice, but not necessary, and decent teeth which is. He’s very polite and he’s told me some funny stories so I think he has a good sense of humor. He seems to like me, but….”
“Well,” I replied, “we’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we? Now…who wants some more soup?” Steffi had her bowl up in a second, followed shortly by Mom. I was already ladling some into my bowl.
Once again we all ate too much. Thank God Thanksgiving only comes once a year. Despite being stuffed we all finished with a huge piece of pie which officially ended the feast. We retired to the living room to listen to Mom describe the hordes of people at the store today. She even told us of calling security to break up a fight that broke out when two women wanted the last blouse that was on sale. I couldn’t ever imagine men acting like that. Fight over a woman—sure, but over some clothes? Not a chance. Mom’s cell phone rang just before nine. I could tell from the conversation that it was Nicholas. He wanted to speak to me.
“Hello, Nicholas,” I began.
“Uh…I appreciate the offer, but I’d probably be a burden.”
“Not at all. Mom has told us all about you and we’d love if you would join us. Here’s a question for you—what are you going to do instead…sit at home by yourself? Eat a crummy pizza? We used to enjoy Manero’s up in Greenwich but it’s closed so I’m thinking either Ruth’s Chris or Morton’s. Yeah, they’re both steak houses, but not formal and the food is great. Trust me…I can afford it. Ask my mom tomorrow at work. I’m surprised she hasn’t bragged about me. Okay, I’m in college, but I do work occasionally. I’m a singer. No, I don’t do weddings or birthdays, but I did five concerts with a major Boston orchestra about a month ago and I have another set coming up before Christmas. Okay…great…I’m looking forward to meeting you. See you tomorrow.” I ended the call and looked at Mom. She was even redder than Steffi had been earlier. “What?” When it came to women I was truly clueless.
We all went to bed around ten. Okay…Mom went to sleep, Steffi and I went to make love. We showered again and I spent a little extra time on her ass crack, tickling her anus with my soapy finger. She swooned with delight, falling into my strong arms. Holding her securely I kissed her tenderly. “Know what? I love you to pieces. I’m the luckiest man who’s ever lived. You’re beautiful, sexy, hot, gorgeous, and you even fuck pretty good.”
“Oh, sure…go ahead and ruin the moment,” she teased. “Next thing you’ll tell me that I give decent blowjobs.”
“Well…a bit above average, I’d say.”
“Oh, yeah? You just wait.” We exited the tub laughing. We tiptoed back to the bedroom still wet and closed the door. Steffi took control now, pushing me back onto the bed. “Decent blowjob, eh?” she kidded me. “Okay, let’s see how this one is.”
“Stop! Hold it! This afternoon you told me that I could take care of you later. It is now ‘later’ so I think it should be your turn. However, in the interest of fairly evaluating your skills I will be willing to permit a ’69.’” Steffi gave me her mock exasperated look and climbed onto my body.
“Keep in mind that I’ll be evaluating your skills, too.” She kissed me with a smile and spun around to engulf my cock. I took a quick look at her pussy in the dim light. I loved her puffy outer labia and the delicate inner lips. They were almost identically symmetrical. Gently, I kissed around her pussy, noting how hot her labia felt. I could feel them swell under my touch as Steffi shuddered. Next I licked those delicate inner labia, loving the soft feel of her skin there. It was only a millimeter’s adjustment to plunge my muscular tongue into her haven—the core of her womanhood and her sexuality and the source of our future family. I reached for and found her G-spot. A mere touch sent ripples of ecstasy through my love.
How Steffi could concentrate on what she was doing while I was doing her amazed me. Her tongue was active, wrapping around and washing my cock as she sucked me with incredible strength. As if that wasn’t enough she cupped and rubbed my sensitive balls. She worked hard, trying to literally suck the semen from my body. Ultimately, that’s exactly what she would do.
I moved my attention to her clit. I loved her clit. When swollen it peeked out from its hood hard and hot and oh, so sensitive. I began by gnawing on it, knowing that Steffi had no defense against it. She’d had experienced some mind blowing orgasms through my gnawing technique. However, they were nothing in comparison to what happened when I sucked her little button between my teeth. When I did that to her now she screamed for almost ten seconds and flooded my face with her ejaculate. I thought the walls might fall and I knew that Mom would certainly hear from the neighbors tomorrow.
At the time, though, my mind was centered on what she was doing to me. With one mighty and final suck my semen exploded from my cock past her tonsils to her stomach. Over and over I blew and each time she sucked it up and swallowed. At last I was done—literally and figuratively. I was exhausted. I lay back, Steffi equally spent atop my body. She barely had the strength to turn around and hold me. “How was that?”
“I’d give it an A-plus, plus, plus just like every other time.”
“I gave you four pluses. I hope your mom doesn’t get evicted. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go to sleep.” She never replied; she was already unconscious.
Mom reacted the following morning the same way she had yesterday—with a laugh. “Steffi, it must be wonderful to be so orgasmic.”
“Truthfully, Mom…I didn’t realize I was until I met Rob. He’s the reason. I only had sex with one boy before I met Rob and it was a disaster. I didn’t even come close to…you know. But somehow I knew Rob would be different. He was and he is…wonderful, but we both know that there has to be more to a successful relationship than great sex. We both love music and we help each other study...I’m good at subjects he’s weak in and vice versa. I’m sorry if I got you into trouble.”
“Don’t be. Not a peep has come from this apartment for years, so one weekend of an occasional noise is more than understandable…and I’m so jealous.”
“Maybe…Nicholas, Mom…maybe.”
“I don’t know. We’ll see.”
I started the breakfast—bacon and egg sandwiches on hard rolls with lots of butter and salt and pepper—a cardiologist’s nightmare. We ate hurriedly. Mom had to go to work and Steffi and I were on our way to the train station and Manhattan. We took the subway to Lincoln Center and stopped by to see the faculty at Julliard. Then we walked through Central Park to Madison Avenue and south to 63rd. Up a few floors brought us to my agent’s office. Most people would have been home with their families, but Les had no family. The artists he represented were his family. He treated me like his son. I knew he would be in the office.
“Rob…Rob, I’m so glad you came in. I have news. The orchestra wants you for two more Christmas concerts.”
“Uh…Les, I’m getting married. This is my fiancé, Steffi.”
He took a step back and gave an appraising look. “Good choice—she’ll look good in publicity photos.”
“Les, I don’t really care about all that stuff. Tell them that I’ll do the extras, but they’re going to have to pay for upsetting our plans. Tell them I want fifteen each or forget it. They’re making a fortune on me as it is.”
“Okay, I’ll tell them. You’re really getting married? You know, you could make a fortune by playing the field. You could even get married but keep it a secret. Lots of big stars have done that.”
I hated Les when he was like this. He was a great agent and he was responsible for a lot of my success, but he could also be a Grade A ass. “No, Les forget it. That would be so disrespectful to our relationship so forget it. Of course, I could also go to William Morris or Creative Talents. I doubt they’d be interested in doing that kind of stuff.”
“Great, Rob…treat me like a schmuck. Don’t I work hard for you?”
“Yes, Les you do, but I’m not interested in that kind of cheap publicity. We’re going now. Contact them and let me know what happens. Bye, we’re off to the Empire State Building.” I took Steffi’s hand and led her away. We were in the elevator when I spoke again, “I’m sorry you had to hear that crap, Steffi. He’s a great agent, but sometimes he just forgets I’m not into all that publicity BS. I couldn’t imagine being seen with some bimbo when we’re married…or even now. Ewwww! It’s just not going to happen.”
We’re kids so it was nothing to walk the twenty-nine blocks south on Madison to the Empire State Building. It’s not as long as it seems. The blocks are much shorter N-S than they are E-W. It was a lark for us, especially for Steffi who had never been in the city before. We rode up to the 86th floor observatory clutching our tickets. It was worth the expense to see the expression on her face as I showed her the sights. She wanted to do everything, but that could take us weeks and we had to be home to clean up before driving to pick up Mom and her friend.
We spent an hour there before walking the short distance up to the Old Bridge Deli on Lex between 37th and 38th where I gave Steffi her first New York hot pastrami on rye experience. We had some Dr. Brown’s cream sodas and the complimentary coleslaw and pickles before proceeding on to Grand Central Station. We were back in Pelham by 2:30. It was only a five minute walk to the apartment. I’d done this trip so often I could do it blindfolded, even crossing the streets.
We showered together, of course, but no sex. That would have to wait until tonight. We walked to the car at 3:30 looking like the All-American couple we were, reaching the mall just before four and parking outside the women’s wear entrance where Mom always entered and left. She walked out about twenty minutes later with her clear vinyl purse in her hands. She had explained that the store required it to prevent the employees from shoplifting. Personally, I thought it silly. If someone wanted to steal they would, transparent purse or no.
Mom was talking to and walking with Nicholas. He was about four inches taller than her, short brown hair, what looked like brown eyes and nicely dressed in a sweater and slacks with brown loafers. I stepped forward to introduce myself, “Hi, I’m Rob--glad you could make it.”
“Thanks, I’m Nick.” I introduced Steffi and back into the car we went. The Subaru is small so the men sat in front for the ride north. It took us about a half hour to get to White Plains and another ten to find the restaurant. I’d never eaten at Morton’s and I was eagerly looking forward to an excellent meal. We had a 5:30 reservation which would give us plenty of time to get acquainted. In the interest of encouraging conversation I went first, explaining how I had become a singer and more important, how I had met Steffi. I told a lot about that day at Malden High, but conveniently forgot to mention Steffi’s reaction to my harp’s glissando.
I encouraged Mom and Nick to order drinks while Steffi and I had iced tea. Steffi went next, telling all about her family—even about the dispute with her father that led to us living together and marrying so quickly. She also told about my day at her school, but from her perspective. I heard for the first time what the girls thought about me—how they thought I was “so hot” and how all the girls were so jealous that she had landed me. Mom and I laughed at some of her descriptions, mostly because we knew Steffi. She could be so serious one minute and so silly the next. Surprisingly, Nick went next.
“Okay,” he began, “I already told Christina that I was divorced, but I didn’t tell her how painful it was. I have two kids and I haven’t been able to see them since the divorce. That’s because her father is a millionaire and she had a whole team of lawyers where I could only afford some kid out of night school. Her parents never liked me—wrong religion, wrong socio-economic level, not enough snob appeal—you know the story. Angie even told me the divorce was her parents’ idea. If she didn’t do it they’d cut her off without a penny. I guess they scared the devil out of her. Anyway, I have these two beautiful kids—a boy and a girl—who will never know their father. And I’ll never know them. I often wonder what those bastards will tell the kids about me—probably that I was killed in an accident. That’s why I’ve never tried to get involved with anyone. I was hurt too badly. Christina is the only woman I know who isn’t like the others. She’s always been kind and considerate to me.”
The waiter came and we ordered, and, of course, I ordered too much—lobster bisque, lettuce wedge with bleu cheese dressing, filet medium rare, and an order of fries to share with Steffi. Steffi also ordered the salad and filet, Mom and Nick decided to split a porterhouse for two which I thought was a positive sign. We chatted about everything and nothing during our meal which, if anything, exceeded our expectations. At one point I got a chuckle out of Steffi and Mom when I stuck a long French fry in my mouth and grunted to Steffi. She took the other end in her mouth and we ate our way to a kiss. We must kiss a hundred times a day, so it was no big deal, but I wanted to put Nick at ease with the idea of romantic involvement and a kiss from Steffi was always something to cherish. Nick was a bit sheepish and nervous when he put a long fry into his mouth.
“Don’t look at me,” I exclaimed. Steffi laughed and Mom just smiled, but she did accept the invitation, lingering at THE END
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