As Time Goes By

[Kineser]

Vannie

"Oh, Pat, she's gone, she's really gone now.....", she blurted out, as her face crumpled. Pat hurried around the table and took her in his arms. "Damn, I didn't even have a proper chat with her yet."

Tears streamed down her cheeks as Pat held her, the other diners discretely looking away. "I have no one left here, this place will be so lonesome. What am I gonna do?"

"Ssshh, Vannie, you still have your kids, although they're not here. And you will always have me." He bent his head and kissed her brow. Then quickly settled the bill, and drove her to the hospital.

There was nothing to do there. Ms. Thatcher had no family. The doctor had already called the funeral parlor to take care of things, just as Thatchie had instructed before she passed on. The funeral was set for day after tomorrow, weather permitting, as the latest forecast talked about a snow storm.

"I was going to go back tomorrow, but now I'd just as well stay for the funeral. Let me take you home, Vannie, and if you don't mind I'd like to borrow your car."

"That's OK, I can use Thatchie's car while you're here."

They said goodbye to Doc Parsons and got into the car. It had started snowing while they were inside, and now the flakes were falling faster and faster.

 

[cgraven]

The snow light at first now builds in intensity as a “Blue Norther” sweeps out of the North West. Bring heavy swirling snow to blanket the small town. The 15 minute drive turns into an hour of slow treacherous going. Cancellations our pouring in over the car radio, by the time we reach Vannie’s cottage the RCMP announcement is “la Route est Barre” All roads are closed to all but emergency vehicles.

There is a sad sorrow that pervades that long trip from the restraint. Our last happy link to the past now gone the one person who recognized what we ourselves refused to admit was gone. Ms. Thatcher was so desperate that we would not make the same mistake as she had was now gone. Yet nature itself seem now bound to drive us together.

We dashed into Vannie’s little cottage, shaking the snow from us.

“Vannie I don’t think I can make it back to the hotel, can I grab your coach for the night?”

The snow clinging to her hair and eyelashes, I brush it away tenderly, a sad smile I my face for all those lost years.

 

[Kineser]

All the way back to her cottage, all kinds of thoughts came and went through Vannie's mind. Her close relationship with Thatchie, now gone forever. Mike's love and dedication to her, also gone forever. Her 3 children, away in college; Rick is graduating this year, Jeff has 1 year to go and Ann 3. Even now, they practically didn't need her anymore. They only came home for a week or two every year, usually for Christmas. The rest of the time, they were leading their own life, where she was no part of.

She glanced at Pat, his strong handsome face glowing every time they passed a street light. He was completely bald, but had a thick moustache, adding to his charisma. No doubt women, young and old were after him. She'd heard that he had quite a reputation with them. Add to that his success in business and the world of finance, $$ would be his middle name.

She knew what Thatchie thought of them, but that she would tell Pat, made her a bit uneasy. What if Pat thought that she, Vannie, had asked her to tell Pat to come back and patch it up with each other. No, she mustn't let him think that. What would Pat see in her, a middle aged mother, and provincial nurse? Surely he could have any woman between the age of 18 to 55?

With dread she saw the snow flakes fall faster and thicker, and when the weather radio announced that the roads had been shut down, she felt her heart beat in her throat. That meant he would have to overnight in her cottage! The thought sent a feeling of dread and excitement through her. Calming herself, she resolved to take things as they came.

They dashed into Vannie’s little cottage, shaking the snow from their coats and hair.

“Vannie I don’t think I can make it back to the hotel, can I grab your couch for the night?”

Snow was clinging to her hair and eyelashes, and he brushed it away tenderly, a sad smile on his face. Her heart gave a lurch to see that lopsided smile, and looking up at him she replied: "Of course you can spend the night, Pat. I have three spare bedrooms, one for each of my kids. You don't have to sleep on the couch."

He helped her take off her coat, his hands brushing her cheeks, and she blushed, then turned around to hang it up, while he took off his. He hung his coat next to hers, she was still standing close, her hands taking things out of her coat pocket: keys, pen, lipstick. He looked at her, thinking: "It's not your son's bed I want to sleep in, but yours", but how could he say that, he wasn't even sure how she felt about him. She was so contained and cool, the initiative had to come from him.

Suddenly she turned around, catching the wistful look on his face, and smiled. "Pat," she said. Before she could say another word, he'd enveloped her in a bear hug, crushing her to his chest, holding her close. "Oh Vannie, I was such a fool to leave you..."

 

[cgraven]

"Oh Vannie, I was such a fool to leave you..."

There it was said, I held as I had dreamed all those years ago. Yet we had lived separate lives, we had grown children, again the “What If’s”, the fear o rejection creep into my mind.

Vannie feels so good in my arms, so right, there a little half smile on my face.

“Vannie the couch will be fine, it’s their rooms and there world and I do not wish to intrude into it.”

Kissing her on the brow I smile.

“As I remember power up here in a storm like this is pretty unreliable. So if you point me in the right direction I’ll get a fire going?”

I busied myself with the task at hand and the blaze on the hearth came to life just as the power failed. I watched as Vannie busied herself with all the little chores of coming home.

I sat on the floor and extended my hand to her.

Come sit with me we need to talk.”

 

[Kineser]

VANNIE

The fire was going and gave a warm glow to the room. Vannie turned out the big light, so only a table light was on. THe room felt cozy and warm.

She set down a tray with tea, a plate of homemade cookies, a bottle of wine and some chips. Enough choice, so she didn't have to go back and forth to the kitchen.

"Come sit with me we need to talk." He was sitting on the floor in front of the fire and extended his hand to her. Her heart beating fast, she took his hand and lowered herself beside him. Her heart was in a turmoil. It was clear that she still cared for him, but did he? As a grown woman, she knew the consequences of being snowed in with such an attractive man, but was she ready for a one night stand? Was she hoping for a total commitment? Her relationship with Pat felt like an unfinished story. And now, at last, the next chapter was going to be written....

 

[cgraven]

Vannie the prefect hostess prepared a tray of treats had prepared for us. Yes perfect was the word that kept returning to my mind, she was perfection to me, always had been, but was that reality or lonely a high school fantasy of young love unfulfilled.

My arm was around her shoulder as I drew her head to rest their, we where like to kids n a date the snow outside a romantic setting, I half expected her Mom or dad to come in and tell us to behave.

“Vannie I think I love you, I think I have always loved you,…………….”

I could hardly believe I had said it after all these years. There it was out in the open, and there was not taking it back, no returning to the safe comfort of unspoken love.

 

[Kineser]

He pulled her to him so that her head rested on his shoulder. It felt so natural and comfortable, as if it was meant to be.

Then he spoke: “Vannie I think I love you, I think I have always loved you,…………….”

Tears sprang to her eyes, as those were the words that she'd hoped to hear so many years ago. It was too late now, they had both lived their separate lives, had and raised their own families. And now, they were both alone again. Was he as lonely as she was?

So, was it not too late to grab a second chance at happiness?

She turned her face up to him and whispered: "Pat, I think I have always loved you too..."

As he brought his lips down on hers for a kiss, the singer on TV started to sing and oldie:

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss,
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny

Well, it's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

 

[cgraven]

There we had both said what we had so feared to all those years ago, and only one person had seen it through the eyes of bitter remembrance. I whisper a silent prayer.

“Thank you Ms. Thatcher.”

Our lips meet it is not hurried or the wild passion of youth, but a tender kiss deepening as two lost souls find each other an reach out in fear, hope and longing.

The music softly drifts in the background.

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss,
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by…………………………………………..

Well, it's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

Our lips part, I search Vannie’s eyes.

“We need to talk luv.”

And we did expressing all that had not been said, shared memories of our separate lives, the joys and sadness of raising our children, of loves cherished than lost, our souls laid bared as we place our heart in the hands of the other.

“Where do we go from here Vanessa?”

My lips find hers again and I am lost in that kiss.

 

[Kineser]

VANNIE

This time he started to kiss her gently and slowly, so light that she could barely feel his lips. All her senses were awakened and screamed for fulfillment, and she felt weak with a certain longing. Slowly he ran his hands down the side of her face, touched her cheek and held it while he deepened his kisses. Her arms went around his neck as if by their own accord.

He continued to caress her face and neck, while his tongue seeked admission into her mouth. With a groan she opened up to let him in, he explored her oral cavity by tongueing her teeth and the inside of her lips. Her tongue came up to meet his, and soon they were duelling in a sweet 'dance of the tongues'. She started to suck on his tongue, her hands coming up to his bare pate, pulling him closer. Then she released him, and as he pulled his tongue back, she chased him into his mouth. Now it was his turn to suck on hers, while his hands tangled in her hair.

On TV, the song had changed to Shirley Bassey's:

And I love you so,
People ask me how
How I've lived till now,
I tell them I don't know

I think they understand,
How lonely life has been
But life began again
The day you took my hand.....

 

[cgraven]

Warm passionate kisses, slow loving touches, tongues meeting, greeting, and then sharing the taste of each other. The music in the back ground, as I ease Vannie back to lay on the carpet before the hearth, fire light dancing in her eyes, off her flawless skin, I did not see the, nurse, nor the widow , or even the mother of three grown children, adults in their own right, no there was just Vanessa my love.

Our kiss broken I gaze into her eyes, too many emotions, though and desirers for words. I hold the helm of her pull over sweater in my fingers and slowly work it up her body and over Vannie’s head.

 

[Kineser]

Vannie

His eyes gazing into hers, a half smile on his lips, a burning desire started to spread through her. As he lifted the hem of her pullover, she automatically lifted her arms, aiding him in undressing her.

Now he gazed on her bra clad breasts, still firm despite three children and half a century. Her eyes on his lips, she saw them forming the words as she heard him ask in a low trembling voice; "Vannie, you're beautiful, more so than I ever imagined."

Now he smiled as she looked up and into his eyes: "And I imagined plenty....".

His hand came up to cup a bra clad breast: "May I ....?"

Vannie just nodded, her throat was choked with emotion, her eyes burned with the desire that was a reflection of his.

 

[cgraven]

My mouth found Vannie’s nipple and suckled it through the tin material of her bra, fingers trembling a bit like a nervous school boy, as I cupped and massaged her other breast.

I trailed kisses down across her flat belly, stopping to tongue her naval, then smiling up at Vannie, a kiss as the button popped open on her pants. My kisses followed the retreating zipper down, till my face was nestled in Vannie’s crotch, my breath coming in shallow hot breathes, that bathed her “Venus Mound”. I worked her pants down over Vannie’s hips and legs, her shoes and soak gone now, I tossed her pants aside.

Vannie lay there clad only in bra and panties. She was a fine figure of a woman, enough, no more than enough to turn any man’s head that had blood coursing through his vanes.

My body pressed to hers now I kissed her with all the eagerness of a schoolboy, yet with all the experience of a man of fifty.

 

[Kineser]

Vanessa

Lying on the carpet in front of the blazing fire, Pat's hot breath on her Venus mound, Vannie felt a tinge of guilt. What would her children say, if they knew what she was about to do? Would they condemn her for being disloyal to their father's memory? Or would they understand her need to love and be loved? She wasn't even sure if this was going to be an ongoing relationship or a one night stand. She'd always been careful about men, Mike was her first lover. Then in college, she had two other boyfriends, and she'd been to bed with both of them. But after she married Mike, she never slept with anyone else.

Pat's body pressed on hers as he started to kiss her again, jolted her out of her reverie. His tongue slowly licked her lips, a sensuous feeling, then he pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, whilst caressing her with the tip of his tongue. Vannie shivered, as she felt other parts of her body respond to Pat's ministrations. Since Mike passed away, no man had kissed or touched her, and now her body seemed to awaken and scream for fulfillment. Or maybe it was because this was her Pat, the boy she was in love with as a teen.

Suddenly she didn't care if this was the only time she could have him, and she moaned: "Pat, make love to me, please, make me yours tonight."

 

[cgraven]

“Vannie I don’t know where tonight will lead……….All I know is that I can no longer live with the what if’s of the past……….I loved you then and you have always been there in the back of my mind, through good times and bad………..You have always been there calling to me.”

My eyes search Vannie’s , I do not see the mother of three grown children, the widow , wife of my only friend from those days, all I see is Vanessa, the smiling girl who snuck sidelong glances at me, as I did to her. Those days are gone, there is no past, there is no rosy future, and there is just this moment. I slowly strip, a shy blush, as I stand naked in front of her, of the one woman, who has always been there in my heart.

Kneeling by Vannie’s side I lovingly remove her bra, kiss each nipple, then slide her panties down her legs and toss them away, a kiss to her dark downy triangle. I draw her to her keens, enfold her in my arms, kneeling face to face Our lips meet, shy, tender ou kiss builds to a love and passion to long denied.

Firelight bathes our bodies in shifting golden hues.

 

[Kineser]

VANNIE

Her eyes grow big as Pat's body is revealed to her. Despite his age, he still has an impressive physique, muscled upper body and arms, only a little flab around the waist, trim enough tummy although not a six-pack. If he is bald on top, his chest and pubic bush is still hairy. His thighs are thick and muscled, as are his legs.

Kneeling by her side, he starts to remove her bra and panties. Vannie automatically crosses her arms in front of her breasts when her bra falls away, a shy blush spreading over her cheeks.
He peels her panties down her legs and she steps out of them, standing awkwardly in front of him. He pulls her down to his height, so that they're both kneeling, and holds her at arms length: "Vannie, let me look at you." Shyly she lets her arms drop away. He looks appraisingly at her and says: "You're beautiful, darling," then pulls her to him for another kiss.

This time their kiss was fierce and full of passion, each trying to pull the other's tongue into their mouth to suck on. Their tongues duelling, Pat's hand comes up to cup Vannie's breast, her nipple hardening in his palm. Simultaneously, she can feel his growing hardness nudging her belly, as they grind into each other.

 

[cgraven]

Our kiss has rekindled all the old feelings, so long denied. Easing Vannie back I lay by her side, kisses following the line of her jaw to tease, and play with her earlobe , down the slender column of her neck to the swell of her breast, their to linger and please her.

Fingers, lightly teasing the silken skin of her thighs, playfully tracing random patterns, their touch, like a butterfly’s wings on a warm spring day. The patterns move higher till at last they dance in Vannie’s dark downy forest. Slowly, lovingly we explore each other’s body, there is no rush of impetuous youth, just the tender love of old friends, just now admitting a long held love, which both entices, and scares me.

 

[Kineser]

Vannie

Vannie was lying on her back in front of the fire, and Pat had thoughtfully placed a pillow under her head. He eased down beside her on his side, his naked body touching her, leaning on his elbow, while his other hand caressed her.

Pat looked so strong and handsome in the firelight, she thought, and felt herself falling in love with him once again. But his caress was as light as a butterfly's wings on her skin, making her shiver with delight. As his fingers came closer to her core, Vannie's own hands that had been stroking his chest and arms, stilled in anticipation.

 

[cgraven]

Our lips joined in a kiss so tender yet so urgent as if in that one kiss all the missed years, weeks, days, and hours could be washed away. It was just Vannie and Pat no Mike, no kids, no responsiblies or past, just the here and now.

My fingers brush the neatly trimmed down of her “Venus Mound”, and then softly caress her clitoris, easing it, coaxing it to life, in its hooded shelter the kiss was right, the right time, the right place, and with the right person. A kiss like none I had ever known, more sensual, more intimate, and yes more perfect.

This was the perfect sharing and words would only break the moment as I rolled Vannie to me and hugged her so our bodies where almost one.

 

[Kineser]

Vannie

His hand brushed her venus mound, then probed deeper to find her clit, still hidden in its hood. Vannie felt herself grow moist, and involuntary, a moan escaped her lips.

Pat rolled her over to him and hugged her tight, their bodies molded to each other. He kissed her again, this time more ardently and demanding. His tongue probed her lips, and she opened her mouth to him, letting him in. Not just her mouth, but she was ready to take him in her body and in her heart.

Outside it was cold and quiet, and snow kept falling, blanketing the world around them. But inside, a fire was burning in the hearth, and a bigger fire was about to erupt between the two lovers, as they fed their need and love for each other.

 

[cgraven]

Our bodies locked together in a lover’s embrace my hands Vannie’s body exploring to find all the little secret places that bring her pleasure. Slowly and with care I stimulate Vannie’s clitoris until the 1st wave of pleasure washes over her then my kisses worship her body. Not a place of pleasure is neglected; my only thought is to bring joy to my lover. The fire light flickers, in golden hues, across her body, and my breath catches in my throat.

The storm rages on in a hurry now matched by our passion.

 

[Kineser]

Vannie

Waves of pleasure washed over her and Pat kissed her again. Then his kisses travelled all over, cover her body everywhere. She felt loved and revered by him, as he kissed her breasts, and suckled briefly on her nipple. Then his kisses moved on, tracing a fiery trail down her body to stop briefly at her navel. His tongue dipped into her navel well, and she almost jumped. It felt so good.

His fiery kisses went on to her mound, then down the junction of her legs. Vannie moaned and held on to Pat's head. The lack of hair cause her fingers to latch on his ears, and pull him back to her core.

Pat nipped and nibbled at her, and her juices flowed freely, her moans ringing out in the quiet night. But no one was to hear her. The world outside was mute and white.....

 

[cgraven]

My love is as sweet as honey, her skin as fair as the new driven snow that silently blankets the world beyond our fire. Her hair as dark as the passion that burns in my heart for her, all consuming it its desire and need. The crimson blush that slowly covers her nubile body as I feast on her sweet nectar drive me to greater effort to please her.

Now kisses light as the falling snow trace their way back up her body pausing at her naval to bring a stutter from her then to her nipples so taunt and proud now. As I taste them Vannie’s body arches to me. I embrace her drawing her close to me, a kiss as tender as the touch of an angel’s wing, then passion building to claim our souls.

Vannie is now astride me I look up into her eyes as my hands find her breasts.

 

[Kineser]

Vannie

She looks down at him and smiles, then swoops down to plunder his mouth, and his arms pull her closer, her breasts crushed to his chest. Their kiss is even hotter now, filled with passion and love.

His hands caress her back, her ass, finding her slit wet and ready. Releasing her, Vannie sits up and kneels astride Pat, as he steered the head of his thick erect manhood to her waiting lips.
Slowly, Vannie moves down, and his cock is lodged at her vaginal entrance. She rocks back and forth and little by little he enters her.

 

[cgraven]

Vannie slow rocking motion as she claims my manhood brings me more joy & pleasure than I have ever known. It seem so right so fitting as our love and bodies settle into a rhythm they seem to have know would always be ther to give them pleasure .

I rise to meet Vannie. In all the love I feel for her.

 

[Kineser]

VANNIE

It felt so good to have him inside her, they fit so well together, as if they were made for each other. Vannie's love for him shone in her eyes. Now he was fully imbedded in her, and she started to move up and down so he slid in and out of her depths. His hands came up to caress and play with her breasts. Vannie's breath caught in her throat at the exquisite stimulation, and another moan escaped her lips.