door and entered the garage.
“Sweet, you okay?” She leaned over to see if it was really me sitting in the car.
“Damn! I haven’t heard her call me like that in a long time,” I whispered to myself.
I loved looking at her even when she was at her worst. She had on some black stretch pants and one of my undershirts with no bra on. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail just the way I liked it, exposing her neck. Her rigid nipples altered the vertical linear pattern of the undershirt. To me, Terri is as sexy to me today as she was when I first saw her. I leaned out of the open car door.
“It’s me babe. I was just doing some thinking. What are you doing?”
“Nothing. You scared me.”
I got out, stood up, and stretched like one of those lazy hound dogs whose job is to sleep. After closing the car door, I walked toward her. She stood motionless in the doorway until I got a few steps from her, then she quickly retreated into the house.
Entering the house I had the best vantage point to watch those slightly bowed legs of hers walk down the hall, accompanied by that gentle jiggle of her buttocks. I hastened to catch up to her before she got to the bedroom. I grabbed her by her wrist and whirled her around. Catching her by the waist, I pulled her close to me and planted a kiss on her lips. She rubbed her eye like a sleepy little kid who was trying to stay awake long enough to see if Santa Claus was really real. She shocked me. Totally out of character, based on her recent behavior, Terri allowed me to kiss her without putting up her usual dramatic protest. I stooped down to pick her up and she let me. The woman I married must have popped in for a visit. “Could I get that woman to stay for the night?” With her safely and softly in my arms, I carried her to the room as if she were Sleeping Beauty.
Laying her across the bed in the pitch-black of night, I contemplated whether I should make the move I so desperately wanted to make. I know what Thumper said about the Dawg in me being on a short leash in Terri’s hand, but I find it very difficult to abstain from this fine specimen of woman splayed out in front of my eyes. Sliding my feet out of my shoes, I sat on my side of the bed, removed my shirt and then my pants. Knowing what I felt for my wife was bigger than this moment, the sweat on my forehead, and the obvious bulge in my underwear were a prominent reminder of this fact. But, like my relationship advisor, Essence magazine told me in the beginning of my marriage, “Don’t rush her!” So I didn’t. I hear the deep whisper of her inhaling and exhaling as she rapidly falls deeper, back into the sleep she was stirred from before she opened the door to the garage. I admire her form as she slept and I decided to allow my urge to fade into the back of my mind. I arrived at the conclusion, that to lay down on the bed as near to her as possible, without waking her up, was what would have to satisfy me tonight.
Resting on my pillow with my hands behind my head, the motion of the mattress caused her to instinctively roll toward me and snuggle up against my body. Her head rested on my arm and her leg over my leg as I relaxed flat on my back. The fatigue of the day’s activity and the stress of worrying about what I would encounter when I got home, or what drama awaited me, escaped my mind, and sleep claimed me too. As I slumbered, peace of mind and the onset of REM sleep enveloped me, I felt the distinct sensation of something warm, slightly firm and moist on my chest. It was a dream, and I was not about to make a hasty exit from a pleasant place that felt so good and real. Being aroused to a hazy state of semi consciousness, I felt the movement of Terri’s warm body pressed firmly against mine. I was not asleep, and I realized that Terri is awake and fully engaged. Pleased to discover it wasn’t a dream, I continued to lie back, and relaxed for fear of scaring the rare moment away. Like finding a rare bird or butterfly, I instinctively knew that the slightest movement would chase the rare find away. I remained motionless and enjoyed the attention as she stroked my chest hairs, even pulling some of them to the point of giving me the subtle sensation of pain. Yes, slightly painful, but not enough for me to ask her to stop. So taken by her spontaneous display of affection, I am more than willing to overlook a little pain. Her hand transitioned from my chest to my stomach and on to the small crop of hair peeking above the waistband on my underwear. Gorged with anticipation, my joystick was so ready that it lifted my underwear off my stomach like a pole at the center of a tent. Running her fingers across my stomach just above my pubic hair stimulated the nerves under my skin. My abdominal muscles quivered out of control. “Right There!”, I thought to myself. Just like Fe’Fe’ would have said it. My level of excitement rose to the point of near convulsion. Her grip on my desire encroached on my sense of neutrality. Not so much the act, but the fact that she moved on me on her own was a massive stroke to my already unrelenting attraction to Terri.
My mind and body is being sucked into a vortex that has transported me to a place light years away from where I was. Less than an hour ago I was driving home with my head stuffed with the dread of what I feared I would meet in my house. Me, not wanting to face the foul music being played by the discord in my relationship. But, this very pleasant part of the rollercoaster ride called my marriage, in this very moment, felt nice. Like the rise of a rollercoaster car as it rolls toward the highest point on the tracks along the short path it is predestined to travel. Nice. Oh, how nice it feels.
The type of attention being bestowed upon me now would inspire any halfway decent man to be a better man and a better listener. The afterglow sleep I experienced was like none before. The morning seemed to come in a flash. I didn’t mind because Terri was still there in my arms. Leaning over, I kissed her on her forehead.
“Babe,” I called out to her in as soft of a voice as I could. Her eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the morning light fighting it’s way through the vertical blinds. She rolled to her right and propped up on her elbows like a little chipmunk poking out of it’s hole. She began rubbing her face and yawning.
“What time is it?”
“Six o’clock. You have to be somewhere early?”
“Yeah, I have to go to that county assistant principal’s meeting. Speaking of administrator, you know the word on the street is that the county is looking for a new countywide music administrator.” With that, she flopped down, flat on her back.
“No, I didn’t.”
“It sounds like something you may be interested in.”
“I don’t know. Management is a different monster all together.”
Spreading her elbows out to her sides and resting her head in the palm of her hands, she was quietly removing her clothes. Then clearing her throat and rubbing her nose, she grunted as she rolled onto her stomach.
“Well, Kenya said she would get a packet from the crystal palace. I’ll get it from her so you can look it over and see what the pros and cons of the job are.”
Pushing her naked body up onto her knees, she stood up and put her slippers on before she came over to my side of the bed. She held my face in the palms of her hands and kissed me full on the lips.
“I got first dibs on the shower,” she said.
“You win!” I replied.
Stopping to stretch in front of the mirror, she rubbed the skin on her stomach and thighs before she continued to the restroom. Setting the water to her desired temperature for her shower, she entered the warm water’s embrace. I decided to wash my hands and work some quick magic in the kitchen. Some grits, eggs, bacon and toast. I knew she’d like that because a hot meal and some good lovin’ go together like hot cocoa and buttered toast.
As I inventoried the ‘fridge and the pantry, I wondered where this county music administrator business came from? I knew about the position two
