Mr. Confetti Man
#7
Well, Conchita and Karen were off basking in the glow of their newly formed relationship, doubtless bathing their brains in a naturally generated mixture of more than two "feel-good" neruro-transmitters. My observations over the years have led me to the belief that, when girls fall for each other, they fall hard, QED!
Speaking of hard, my dilemma now was what to do with the "-on" part of hard that I now frequently have, the two main solvers my problem being engaged in their own "gynecological research", so to speak.
Deidre has been unavailable, Drexel now working steadily on days, hence being himself available at home to sweat up the sheets with her on a regular basis. With all that sex, I would ordinarily worry that she would get pregnant except for the fact that DD told me she couldn't get pregnant. On top of that, good old Drexel was a fan of anal sex which would reduce the chances anyway. That's one thing Deidre liked about me--NO ANAL!
Mina had soared away farther into the rarified atmosphere of big-ticket commercial real estate and was just too damn busy for anything but "The Deal". I texted her a few times but it took her two days to respond and it was always "BZ, Sry". Man, I miss her boobs!
That left me with my newest lover, Desi, which is not to say that I was "merely" left with Desi. On the contrary, she was as stimulating and passionate a sex partner as ever I had. But, and I hope you can relate, having filet mignon for dinner every day can pall, no matter how good it is. Nevertheless, Desi was exceptional whenever we did have sex.
She would often show up unannounced, as she did that first time she "seduced" me. I wouldn't know what day, but it was usually around 5:00PM, sometimes 8:00PM, if she had worked a 12 hour shift. The routine was pretty much the same: we would undress each other, she would get my dick stiff with a blow job, then jump into bed for some "69", both cum--sometimes actually fucking--and then sleep until it was time for a midnight snack. We would eat, and then sleep the night through until she had to saddle up for work. I know it is anathema for a single guy such as I am, but I had on hand some underwear, socks, and a spare set of clean scrubs to change into. Most of the time she would bring them on her own but the spares were there if she needed them.
One night, after the Conchita/Karen hook-up, Desi showed up at 8:00PM looking particularly tired. We went to the bedroom and got naked but she seemed too fatigued to make sex pleasurable for both of us. She was lying on the bed, on her tummy, head resting on her arms, very quiet...not asleep...just quiet. I thought a massage might help her.
I started at the bottom and worked my way up. A famous author one time postulated that the secret of having a good relationship with a woman was:"Rub Her Feet". Good advice, I can tell you. I started at Desi's feet, alternating from one foot to the other with a firm massage. I worked my up to her calves, again alternating between them; then up the backs of her thighs.
I skipped rubbing her butt because I didn't want to get anywhere near stimulating what was between her legs; however, rubbing the taut small of her back produced sighs of relief. Her mid back and shoulders were likewise tense and she expressed even more pleasure at my ministrations. By the time I got to her neck, she was asleep. I could tell because she wasn't "AAAHHHA-ing more" and her breathing was soft and regular. I laid next to her, pulled a single sheet over us and went to sleep myself.
Now, my GrandMa, aka GM, because GP, GrandPa always said she was the General Manager of the universe, anyway...GM use to bitch at GP like hell because he was getting up so many times in the middle of the night to pee, which interrupted her sleep. It is, apparently, the bane of many, if not most older men but GM got on him about it mercilessly.
When GP would say that GM was just plain old grouchy, she would say, "Who wouldn't be if they can't get a good night's sleep because 'someone' keeps waking them up all the time in the middle of the night!"
That's the long way around to say that guys my age sometimes just need to get up in the middle of the night to pee, too, just not a bunch of times...not old farts. Well, I did wake up with the urge to pee but I also saw that Desi was also awake, sitting cross-legged on the bed staring at the far wall. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and sped to the bathroom and back again.
"What up, Desi?" I asked. "Can't sleep?"
"It was a tough day at the hospital today," Desi began to explain, "a little baby died and it was very sad. It was only a few hours after he was born...twelve hours, or so. The mother was a drug addict who fled the hospital after her anesthetic wore off. The baby was born drug addicted. Who knows where she went...but the baby died. It was all so very, very sad"
"Yes.. that IS sad...Tragic, in fact. I can see how that would upset you, especially seeing all that happen first hand, " I said kissing her cheek, "I wish I could take the hurt away for you."
"Oh, Drummond! You are such a kind man," she managed a weak smile, "thank you for the massage. I really needed that tonight. Somehow having sex didn't seem right tonight. Your back rub was exactly the thing I needed."
"I sensed that, Desi, you just your usually perky self," I put my arm around her, "let's snuggle and get some real sleep, O.K.?"
We laid ourselves down again, snuggling up, Desi's head on my chest but she was still restive, squirming and repositioning herself.
"Drummond? I want to have a baby now!" Desi exclaimed suddenly.
That made my blood run cold. I can understand her feelings, especially in light of the day's events, but there was no way--loving Desi or not--that I was ready to have the responsibility of a child in my life. I needed to deflect her train of thought!
"Desi! Aren't you forgetting something?" I tried to keep it light, "you need to get pregnant first and then there's something like a nine month wait. I don't think we can manage that all tonight!"
"You're being silly, Drummond," Desi said as she gave me a comic punch in the arm, "what I meant is that 'now' I want to get pregnant and have a baby...sometime. Maybe not 'now', tonight, and maybe not even with you-- though, I'd love that...because I love YOU...but sometime before I'm old and too set in my ways to deal with motherhood."
Well there was sweet and sour in her statement, all mixed together. I was relieved that it was an open-ended goal, not an immediate project. And it was sweet of her to say that she loved me...that's the first time I heard her say it that way. But I was also sure that I was not ready for a commitment like the one she was hinting at. I had just experienced being loved by two women and loving them back. That was sweet and sour, too...and painful in its own way.
"My sweet Desi," I said quietly, "we have nothing but time to work this all out. Let's enjoy the day which right now, means catching some ZZZZ's so you can be fresh for your patients in the morning."
