that Mr. Wiggins was trouble again, just like that first night you spoke to me about…well, you know. Anyway, Margaret told him he ate like a pig and really should have betta manners at tha table. He told her to shut up and mind her own business, an’ den she done got up, went ova to where he was sittin’, picked up his banana cream pie, and smushed it right on topa his head! Lordy, can you imagin’ how funny he looked with that meringue and all slidin’ down his forehead onto his glasses an’ all! I about split my pants laughin’ so hard, but Mr. Sam, he didn’ think it was funny at all. He started cussin’ at Margaret, an’ she told him to hush up ’fore she slapped that pie right off his face. That Margaret…she sure is a feisty little woman for 98 years old—she don’t take nothin’ off nobody! Anyway, by the time I got Sam cleaned up and the two of them settled down a bit, I realized I was already late for our meetin’, so I grabbed my bag here and headed fo’ yo’ doe!”
“Well, that was quite a mealtime show!” Gabriel concurred. “And I noticed you brought something with you this time. What’s in your bag, Carmella?”
Carmella looked down for a moment and then raised her eyes with a twinkle to meet Gabriel’s. “Why, Mr. Gabe, we been doin’ this for a few weeks now, an’ I felt like tonight might be kinda special. It’s just a few days befo’ my time o’ tha month, an’ I was just thinkin’ that this might be the night…you know, the night I got pregnant with yo’ son! Anyhow, I know that we always in a hurry an’ all, but I brought somethin’ a little special for you tonight!” Carmella looked down at the small bag she was carrying and then up at Gabriel with an almost-flirtatious smile. “You think I might could step into yo’ bathroom for a minute, Mr. Gabe?”
Gabriel wasn’t sure what Carmella had in her bag, but his heart skipped a couple of beats anyway. The last few times he had been with her had been, well, quite enjoyable, especially for a man having to deal with a depressed and sexless wife. Carmella had more than filled the void, and he had to admit that he had very much looked forward to their meeting tonight. He knew that the month was getting along and this evening was pretty much now or never for his plan. He had hoped and prayed that this would be the night, but was even more delighted that Carmella was loosening up a bit. Things had been a bit awkward at first, but now they both seemed much more relaxed with each other, hopefully to the point of really enjoying themselves this evening. Holding on to that thought, he replied, “Sure, go right ahead. I’ll just be over here on the couch.”
The long maroon leather couch in Gabriel’s office had been the designated site of several unsuccessful conception attempts thus far, not too unlike a few back seats that occasionally flashed through Gabriel’s memory from what now seemed like another existence altogether. He checked the lock on his door, switched off the overhead fluorescents, and turned on a nice, soft glowing incandescent lamp on the end table next to the couch. It would be good to have some music, he thought, but he had nothing but a radio in his office. Making sure the blinds to his two windows were down and tightly closed, he flipped on the radio to an easy listening station and settled back on the couch to await Carmella’s return from the bathroom. He felt an odd mixture of nervousness and excitement that he hadn’t felt for a long time, almost like time had rewound about ten years and he was back in his twenties again. Tonight, though, much to his amazement, he felt almost as alive, energized, youthful, and carefree as he had back then.
Gabriel’s office had been a patient’s room at one time, and so was equipped with a full bath. Carmella was delighted with the presence of a shower, as she stripped off her scrubs and quickly hopped in to wash off. It felt so much better (and sexier!) to be clean. She toweled off, reached into her bag for a small bottle of perfume, which she sprayed delicately around her neck, her breasts, and somewhat naughtily, between her legs. Her thoughts raced to images of Gabriel’s tongue caressing her nipples before slipping down to other regions of delight and pleasure. Glancing in the mirror, Carmella was pleased with the vision before her eyes. Her twenty-year-old body was firm, her skin a beautiful chocolate brown, her breasts full and enticing, her hips curving out nicely from her youthful waist. Looking down at the neatly trimmed triangle several inches below her navel, she remembered the treat she had brought for Gabriel this evening, and pulled out a sheer red baby-doll nightie, deliberately just long enough to cover that dark invitation between her legs. Her hard nipples protruded visibly beneath the translucent fabric, with two rows of feminine ruffles meeting in the front and secured only by a red nylon bow just below her breasts. Her prominent cleavage clearly pressured the bow from above, and the fabric likewise parted beneath it, revealing an inviting glimpse of her feminine charms below. The final items in her bag were a pair of red stiletto pumps, which added a most provocative finishing touch. The elevation of her heels made the curve of her calves irresistible, and Carmella’s body tingled with pure pleasure as she freshened her hair and makeup and reached for the door. Tonight was her night, and she somehow intuitively knew that she would never again be more beautiful than at this very moment. As she turned out the light, Carmella tentatively opened the bathroom door, just a crack at first.
“You still there, Mr. Gabe?” she queried.
“I most certainly am!” Gabriel replied from the couch, scarcely able to contain his excitement. The bathroom door was behind the couch where he sat, so he wasn’t able to see exactly what was going on behind him, and dared not turn his head just yet.
“Now you just stay put, Mr. Gabe,” Carmella ordered. “And don’t be lookin’ ’round behind you or nothin’ like that, you hear? I’ll be ’round in jest a minute.”
It took every bit of willpower he had to obey that request, but Gabriel forced himself to comply. His entire body tingled with anticipation. The uncomfortableness of their previous attempts had passed, and he now felt totally “in the moment” and able to relax and fully enjoy their brief time together. Somehow, like Carmella, he felt that tonight was indeed “The Night,” the time orchestrated by the universe to fulfill his prayers for a son to carry on the family name. The years of frustration with Tamika’s infertility and the resulting emotional separation had mercifully vanished, at least for now. All he could think of was Carmella, and the union of their bodies that was about to transpire.
“You close your eyes now, Mr. Gabe…I gotta surprise for you, an’ I want you ta see it all at once! They closed now?” she whispered, approaching the couch quietly from behind and leaning down to gently kiss Gabriel’s neck and playfully nibble on his left ear.
Gabriel moaned with pleasure as Carmella gently kissed first one side of his neck and then the other. The light from the single lamp in the room was soft and inviting, as an old Frank Sinatra tune, “Fly Me to the Moon,” ironically began to play on the radio. Carmella reckoned that was her intro, as she quietly moved around in front of the couch, now in full view of Gabriel. “Ok, Mr. Gabe, you can open yo’ eyes now.”
Gabriel opened one eye ever so slightly just to take in a quick glimpse of the young woman standing boldly before him. The moment he had been anticipating was at hand, and that brief glance could no longer be contained. “Oh my god!” he exclaimed as both eyes opened like saucers to take in the full visual impact of this scantily clad beauty only inches away. “Carmella, you’re absolutely g-g-gorgeous!” he stammered, letting his eyes take in every inch of her sensuous body. “I had no idea…”
“No idea ’bout what, Mr. Gabe?” Carmella teased, moving her body even closer now, so that her full breasts now filled his entire field of view.
They were magnificent—far beyond any words that came to mind. Gabriel’s masculine instincts were in full command now, as he gently caressed each breast, while his lips searched for her erect nipples, now equally aroused and pressing hard against the thin red fabric. His lips sucked greedily, as flesh and fabric alike found their way deep into his insatiable mouth. He couldn’t speak—in fact, he could barely breathe—but neither seemed particularly important at the moment, as Gabriel succumbed to the rising tide of unbridled sexual passion. He desired
