Spent completely, slowly coming back to our senses, our bodies intertwined like the exhausted lovers we are. Both of us, so well fucked. I grabbed for my iPhone. "Honey, good God it's 10:00! I lost track of time, do you need to get home? What time do you have to be up and off to the base?" I was startled by the time, but losing track of it was sort of our normal.
"I don't ever want to get up, I feel too good exactly where I am--with you Daddy." My little girl felt exactly as I did. She continued, "But yes, I better get myself up and organized. I have to be up at 5:00 in the morning, that's my usual time on a workday. First I need to kiss my Daddy and say thank you for fucking your girl so good."
With that, we rolled back into each other's arms and kissed with deep loving affection. All roughness gone. Two lovers, so strangely and so perfectly matched. Fifteen minutes later, she was Zach again, all cleaned up and out the door. Ten minutes later I called her, "Honey, get some sleep. Know that I love you. Are you able to come over tomorrow after work?"
"Yes I am Daddy, not sure what time but I'll call when I know." Then Zach added, "A night to remember for sure. Like every minute with you. Good night Daddy!"
I was asleep in minutes, and woke up hard as a rock at 6:00 the next morning, thinking about Zach. Feeling terrible that he was likely already off to work, probably with a beautiful hard-on too. I stumbled through my breakfast ritual, and headed out the door with Atticus. My day was productive, but I needed a good nap and waited for Zach's call like a teenager. Okay, a very old teenager. That call would come, and another amazing evening would follow. That night, and the next, and the next, all the while knowing that a seismic change was looming. There would be more talks with Victoria, and Saturday awaited us like its own D-Day. A day of reckoning.
I called Victoria in the afternoon, she seemed pretty positive and accepting. We roughly planned an early and informal Saturday evening meal and open-ended visit with Zach. Likely we were equally scared, both having a lot to lose. I cared about that, but my mind was set on what I had to gain. I wanted a manageable relationship with Zach. I tried to think about my 'baby steps' strategy, but truthfully, I wanted it all and I wanted it now. Victoria asked if she could expect some private time, a chance to sit on the patio and chat with Zach alone? They were both vegetarians, not Vegan like me, so they could enjoy cheese and even some wine. Victoria loved her wine and enjoyed pot with me. I let her know that the Navy does surprise testing, so we couldn't share pot with Zach. Alcohol might actually help. Still it was clear, Victoria wanted room to dig deep, without me filtering the give and take. Zach could handle anything, still I worried.
Saturday would come. Zach and I had a plan, right down to what would he'd wear, and what he would bring as a gift--an offering to show respect for Victoria and her understandable territorial feelings. We talked about limits on going into detail about our sexuality together, and the private language we shared in our intimate moments. Obviously very private stuff. It would be wrong for Victoria to go there anyway. Beyond that, no end to conversations about his history prior, his world view, or our affection and respect for each other. All in the context of meeting and enjoying a lovely woman, who is my partner in life.
For her part, it was absolutely clear that this was important to Victoria and that she too would be very self-conscious, concerned about how she presented herself. Clothes, to food and drink, to being the liberal artist that she is. The stage was set, and still it was in the emotionally fragile detente stage. Set for 4:00, some welcoming and cordiality, maybe a drink. Chit chat and an early meal, which actually was a routine in my life with Victoria anyway. Then probably that private time for those two. I'd go grab a joint or maybe take Atticus for his walk. He'd be in a great mood, Victoria back after a week, and Zach coming to visit--already a member of the family for Atticus. Victoria would like that Zach and Atticus were great together.
Victoria and I had picked up simple fixings straight from Town & Country, where Zach and I had met. Some extra wine, she set a pretty table. Blues playing quietly, a nice background presence but nothing to interrupt conversation. Victoria was dressed to the nines as usual, in a wealthy casual sort of way. Perfect for our plan, because while I was wearing khaki's and a sweater, Zach would show up in Levis, a white Polo shirt, and a very grown-up blue sports jacket. He would look ready for the golf or country club. He'd be bring flowers, already cut, and in a blown wildly colorful vase. Art for an artist.
"He's here honey!" I hollered. She was powdering her nose, but came out all smiles. I opened the door to that Black adonis, dressed up, bearing gifts, and such a self-deprecating smile. He'd been dropped-off by a friend, after leaving his car in the shop that morning for service. "Hello Zach," and we shook hands, no hug. "And this is my Victoria," gesturing toward the knock dead gorgeous MILF that Victoria was, even at 65. All dolled up, her stylish white hair blazing, signature black tights, tight-fitting turtle neck sweater, antique sterling silver almost covering her upper chest, black and silver framing her tiny 5'2" 110 pound frame. The towering Zach opened his arms and hugged her. She hugged back, then he spoke in an understated earnest tone looking straight in her eyes, "Oh Victoria, it is so good to finally meet you. I've seen photos and Calvin raves about you, but God you're gorgeous! Now I know you are an artist, so I brought a little art with me. I hope you like the blown vase--and the flowers." He handed the vase and flowers to her flushed and clearly affected face. She loved hugs, compliments, flowers, and art! Home run Zach!
Flustered and caught off guard, Victoria set the vase and flowers down for a moment, and gave Zach a fresh hug and thanks. "The vase is beautiful, I think I know the artist in Poulsbo who made it. How sweet of you, and thank you for the flowers. Come in please, let's all sit down in the living room. Would you like to have a glass of wine with me?"
"Yes I'd love it, but am still stunned by what a beauty you are. No wonder Cal cares so much about you, and is so sensitive to your feelings." Zach was hitting every note perfectly.