SOUND ADVICE–Part 3

CHAPTER 6

It was late afternoon before we were back home. We stopped by the store, both to check out how things had gone in our absence and to see the progress on our new building. It was amazing how quickly the construction had progressed. Once the footings and concrete floor had been poured it was only a matter of weeks before the concrete block walls were up. The architect had suggested several cost-cutting and time saving steps, including using standard in-stock steel roof joists. Already, the floor was done and the walls almost half-way up. The plan was to open the new building in time for Black Friday, but I knew that there were always delays in construction due to weather or late deliveries.

Sheila and I returned to our house to begin implementing the recommendations Steve had suggested. The house would go on the market the Monday after our wedding. We had already signed the preliminary papers for the house next to Ben and Lisa. I planned to use the insurance money from Gail’s “demise” if I had to support two homes simultaneously. Considering the state of the market in our town that was extremely likely.

I needn’t have worried. Our house was what Steve had called the top of the starter home market. It was a semi-custom home with a number of what would be considered major enhancements in a typical starter. Only the number of bedrooms and their size would reveal its status. A poured-concrete basement virtually assured a dry area, even in our town where wet basements were commonplace. The main floor support was a steel I-beam and the floor joists in the kitchen and bathroom areas were only twelve inches apart instead of the usual sixteen to handle the extra weight of the concrete used to hold the ceramic tiles in place. We had replaced all the windows and rebuilt the chimney in the family room. The in-ground pool made for great fun. Steve had assessed the house while we were in Florida.

Sheila and I were beat when we finally staggered into the living room. I dropped the bags onto the bedroom floor and allowed Sheila to strip me bare. Rather than the shower I led her back outside to the pool. It was dark so our nudity wouldn’t be a concern as long as the lights remained off.

I led her down the steps into the shallow water, falling onto my back while Sheila giggled about her hand on my swiftly engorging cock. She dove under me, surfacing on the other side as she whispered, “I don’t know why we’ve never done it here. I’ve often wondered what it would be like.”

“I’m pretty sure I can help you with that. Why don’t you fall back and place your hands on the side?” She did and I stepped between her legs. Her hot cunt was just above the level of my cock. Warming her up with my finger wasn’t usually necessary, but I had no idea what to expect in the water. No worries, Sheila was as soft and as smooth and as tight as ever. I gripped her hips and pulled her away from the side. “I’m afraid I’ll push your head into the wall,” I whispered as I began to pound her pussy, creating dozens of wavelets on the pool’s tranquil surface.

Sheila and I fucked for almost ten minutes until I noticed she was having trouble keeping her head above water. I reached down to her arms and pulled her vertical. Once she had her arms wrapped around my neck I moved into deeper water, both to support her and to give her more freedom of movement. As hard as I was fucking Sheila she was giving it back to me even harder. Her rapid hip movements drove her clit into me as I felt tiny tremors run up and down her body.

I knew Sheila was getting close and I knew she’d scream into the night unless I covered her mouth with mine. I had just pressed my lips against hers when she shook like a ragdoll in a tornado. She shook for several seconds and when she was done I deposited five huge ropes of semen into her.

She was exhausted–her body molded into mine–as I lifted her from the water and carried her, water dripping from our bodies, back up the steps to the pool deck. Her arms were tight around my neck, matched only by her legs around my waist. My cock was—miraculously—still hard within her folds as I carefully placed her onto the lounge. “Ooooh, Michael,” she whispered. “Please don’t take it out of me. I love when you’re in me.”

“Sorry, Darling, I need to dry us off, but I promise to put it back into you as soon as we’re out of the shower.” Kissing her cheek I backed away to the large locker at the rear of the deck. It was constructed of strong polypropylene and was waterproof, holding many of our cushions in the winter and a host of towels and robes in the summer. With a large towel draped around my shoulders I returned to Sheila to lovingly dry her hair, head, and body. Once I had finished her legs I kissed each toe and carried my love back into the house.

I washed her carefully in the shower, dried her completely, and carried her to bed where I slid between her legs and reentered her in a single thrust. Sheila looked up at me, kissed me several times, and whispered, “I love a man who keeps his promises.” She rolled me over so I was beneath her, pulled the blanket up, and kissed me good night—all with me firmly inside her. Five minutes later she was sound asleep and a few minutes later I joined her.

Of course, I was soft and she had leaked all over me by the time we woke the following morning. It was Thursday—only ten days until our wedding. I had often wondered if the last week would be hectic and crazy. I thought as I lay there that morning that everything was done, but what did I know? I’m a man. All I do is show up and pay for everything. Sure, I’d get a haircut the day before and maybe even a manicure, but my suit, shirt, and the rest were already hanging in the closet in our home office.

I knew that Sheila was a bit “old fashioned” so I wasn’t at all surprised when she told me she’d spend the night before the wedding with Ben and Lisa. “Don’t worry; I’ll make it up to you the next night and for the rest of our lives. Other than the superstition about the groom seeing the bride before the wedding I have a long appointment at the beauty salon early the next morning.”

“That’ll be a waste of time and money,” I told her with a grin.

“Maybe, but I’ll feel much better knowing that I’ll look my best for you, our friends, and the photographer. Don’t you want to show our kids how beautiful I was on our wedding day?”

“Of course, but they’ll see that every day…just as I will.” I knew it was a losing battle so I let it drop.

Doc Tobin’s entire staff and their spouses/dates were attending the wedding so I had decided to close the pharmacy at noon. I’d taken an ad in the last three editions of our local newspaper—a weekly—and had a sign made up for the door that said: We will close at noon on Saturday, September 17th so my staff can celebrate my marriage to Sheila Long. We will reopen at 8:00 Monday morning. I had signed on the bottom.

I couldn’t believe how quickly the days had gone. It was Friday night before I knew it. I had just finished the night deposit when Sheila walked in. She sat on the desk and jumped into my lap when I had turned the chair toward her. “Just think, Michael…this was where it all began.”

“Well, this was where it was confirmed, but it started much earlier, probably right after I hired you. I could see right away what kind of person you were—just the opposite of my blood sucking wife. I looked forward to coming to work every day just so I could be with you. I think even then that I knew I was in love with you. Unfortunately, I was still married to that bitch.” I checked my watch to see it was just after 10:30. “What time are Ben and Lisa picking you up?”

“I told them eleven. You’re thinking ‘why so late,’ aren’t you? I did it so I’d have plenty of time to play with this.” She slid off my lap and pushed my legs apart then opened my belt, pulling my rapidly engorging cock from my boxers. “I just love this thing…almost as much as I love you.” And with that she swallowed me, her lips pressing firmly against my pubic hair.

I watched in amazement as Sheila washed my cock with her tongue as her head bobbed up and down my shaft. We made love every night, but our mating was never boring. I was just as excited now as I had been on our first night—the night we realized that we were totally in love with each other. With Sheila so hard at work I knew I’d never last the half hour she’d allotted. She’d swallowed several times in our previous encounters, but I still felt I had to warn her. “Sheila! I’m….” She was undeterred. If anything she sucked me even harder until my cock gushed cum into her mouth and throat. Looking up into my eyes I thought I could see forever—all the way to the other side of the universe. That’s how far the depth of her love for me extended. I prayed she’d see the same in my eyes.

“I have another overwhelming need right now,” I whispered even though I knew we were completely alone. Standing from the chair I lifted Sheila into a long deep kiss. The presence of my semen in her mouth did nothing to discourage me. It was several minutes later that I placed her carefully on the edge of the desk and knelt slowly before her.

Her slacks and panties were off her legs a moment later and that was the instant that I dove into her cunt. Beginning with the broad of my tongue I licked her sweet organ from her sphincter to her clit. Sheila gasped when my tongue touched her nether hole, exactly as I had hoped, and she groaned in guttural pleasure as her tender tissues reacted to my touch. I washed her naked organ for almost ten minutes before I ventured into her tunnel. Sheila shuddered when the curve of my tongue rubbed her G-spot, but my plans for her had just begun.

I kept at her, rubbing that rough surface over and over until she was shaking, losing control of her body so badly that I had to lay her carefully across the desk to prevent her from injuring herself. I’d eaten Sheila to orgasm before—as often as I could. For one thing I loved her taste. For another, I loved looking at her cute tattoo. Finally, I always wanted to give her as much pleasure as I could, to show her how much I loved her. However, there was one thing I had never done to her and that was going to happen tonight—right now! Reaching up I gripped her big clit between my teeth and sucked it into and through the tiny space between them. The effect was even greater than I could have dreamed. Sheila’s back arched as she screamed, massive convulsions coursing through her body until she fainted from her rapture.

I rose–my face drenched with her ejaculate–and kissed her gently. Holding her carefully to ensure her safety, I pulled my boxers and pants up and fastened my belt. Then I pulled her panties and Capri’s up her legs and over her hips and butt.

Her eyes were still glassy and she was pretty much out of it when I helped her to her feet. I placed her arm around my neck and mine around her waist as I helped her to the front of the store where I set the alarm, locked the door, and pulled down the security curtain. She was so out of it that she never noticed the box I’d held just under the bank bag. I had just finished with the padlocks when Ben and Lisa pulled into the lot. Sheila was still unable to walk on her own so I helped her to their car. “What on earth did you do to this poor woman,” Lisa queried, a big smile plastered across her face.

“It was wonderful,” Sheila sighed as she helped herself to a long deep kiss.

“Sorry, Darling,” I whispered as I broke it a minute later. “You need to get going. We’ve imposed on Ben and Lisa too much as it is.”

“Maybe,” Lisa joked, “but I’d really like to learn some of your secrets. Maybe it’s not too late to teach this old dog a few new tricks.”

I laughed as I closed the door, handing the small gift wrapped box to Lisa. “Please give this to her when she’s a bit more lucid and tell her how much I love her.”

I stood back and watched as Ben drove away. A few minutes later I had made the night deposit and returned to my home—alone for the last night of my life.
I had made myself a drink and was lying in bed unable to sleep. I missed the tender touch of Sheila’s smooth soft skin against mine. The room was dark in preparation for sleep, but even the alcohol wasn’t helping. I was wide awake.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard my cell ring. “What the fuck?” Then I smiled as I read the Caller ID. “Hi.”

“I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, I was just dreaming of us being together forever. I miss the gentle touch of your body against mine.”

“Me, too. Lisa gave me your gift when we got to their house. Michael, what am I going to do with you? This is too extravagant.”

“I was kind of hoping they’d go with your dress; you know—something blue and something new.”

“I’ll wear them all right. The whole set is just beautiful. Don’t be surprised if Ben is a little pissed at you tomorrow. Lisa was wondering aloud why she doesn’t get gifts like this. Oh, yeah—she helped me get undressed and showered so she saw my tattoo. She said it was cute.”

“I agree…just like the rest of you. I’m glad you called, but I think we should try to sleep, don’t you?”

“Yeah…I suppose so. Good night, my love. I love you.”

“Good night. I love you, too. I can’t wait until we’re married. I want to be with you forever.” I heard Sheila kiss me over the phone and we ended the call simultaneously. Placing the cell on the table, I closed my eyes and fell immediately into a deep sleep.

I woke around nine and went out to breakfast knowing that the pharmacy was in the capable hands of Steve and Joanne, both of whom had turned out to be excellent additions to my staff. Barney waved as I strolled into his place, taking what months ago used to be my regular stool during my post-Gail and pre-Sheila era. I was seated only a few seconds before Marie brought me a steaming mug of coffee.

Marie had been a year ahead of me in school. She hadn’t been hot—she’d been smokin’—every male student’s wet dream! Marie had dated our all-state quarterback all through high school and the word was that they’d go away to college together and marry as millionaires after graduation when he was selected by some team in the NFL. Talk about plans going up in smoke—Ken Johnson injured his knee the first week of practice and never played even a single down. Hardly a great student, he flunked out midway through his sophomore year, dumped Marie at the same time and disappeared somewhere out west. Marie had returned home, her dreams and life broken until she took a job as a waitress for Barney’s dad.

Barney was about five years older than Marie and had no illusions about college. All he wanted to do was join his dad in the luncheonette. He’d been working here for eight years when his dad died from a massive heart attack while on a three-day bender—one of many. He went to work the next day and had every day since, closing only on the Saturday when he and Marie were married. It wasn’t quite the life that Marie had envisioned for herself, but she got herself a steadfast man who loved her totally. Ken was certainly flashier, but I’d always thought of him as a real self-centered asshole.

“It’s on the house today, Mike. We all wish you and Sheila the best. Truthfully, I like her a lot more than I did Gail.” Then leaning forward she
whispered, “Anyone can see how much she loves you and how much you love her. Want the usual?”

“Sounds good to me…just tell that husband of yours that I don’t want him to burn it like he usually does.”

“Hey…I heard that, asshole.” We all had a good laugh as Barney came out of the kitchen to shake my hand. We hadn’t been close in school—he was six years ahead of me–but had grown closer after I found a real problem with two medications he was taking. Their interaction had been involved in more than a hundred heart attacks. He thought I had saved his life; I thought I was just doing my job. Since then I’d had trouble paying for my meals so I just left Marie extra big tips. I’d do that this morning, too.

Looking around the restaurant I realized that I knew every single person here. When you spend your entire life in a small town it’s not unusual to know virtually everyone who lived there. There were probably fewer than 2,000 people in our immediate area and probably every one used Doc Tobin’s as their pharmacy. The nearest Walgreen’s was more than ten miles away in Riverboro.

Several customers walked up to congratulate me and pat my shoulder. Others called to me from their tables. I acknowledged all with either a “thanks,” or a wave. Most were just a minor distraction, but then I saw Old Man Simon walk up, leaning heavily on his cane as he had done for more than ten years.
Robert Simon and I were well acquainted and had been for years—ever since he began sleeping over at my mom’s apartment. In my younger days I was put to bed on the couch in the tiny living room while he and Mom made the old bed shake and slam into the wall. I frequently wondered what they could have been doing when they should have been sleeping. Mr. Simon’s overnight visits ended when I entered junior high. Then I found evidence—empty whiskey bottles and sometimes even used condoms or their wrappers– that indicated they were meeting during the day when I was off to school or some weekend activity. Eventually, I just grew to be too big and too strong for him to mess with me without risking potential injury, except that in Simon’s case the injury would have been a certainty. I had little use for the man who had abused my mother then boasted about it to the entire town, indeed to anyone who’d listen.

Simon sat on the adjacent stool, his body crooked and bent. “Hi, Mikey.” I would have preferred to ignore him so I remained silent, turned and smiled. “You sure are marrying a fine woman, Mikey.” I hated being called Mikey, but I wasn’t going to ruin my day by dealing with this asshole.