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CHAPTER 80

Sylvia was snuggled tightly against me all the way down the hill.
Making love in a place as beautiful, with someone as wonderful as she
is, was something I'd remember for a long time and my head was full of
her. It must have affected her too, because she was very quiet. When
we got to the bottom of the hill I continued to Hollywood Boulevard,
where I turned and joined the never-ending line of cars driving along
looking at the storefronts and hoping to spot a movie star. It was
almost two in the morning, and there were still groups of people
strolling along the street. 
Sylvia had her arm on my leg, and her elbow kept brushing against my
crotch. Even though we had just made love, the fact that she was so
close to me, soon had me sporting a tent, so I turned a little so she
wouldn't notice.
We passed an all-night restaurant, and I asked, "Would you like to get
some coffee or something?"
She raised an eyebrow and answered, "Do you think I should go in there
dressed like this?"
I looked over at her and smiled. In her bikini and filmy wrap, she
looked terrific, so I shook my head and said, "Absolutely! If the
waiter is a male, I bet you get a complete dinner for free."
She laughed, put her hand on my crotch, and said, "If she's a woman,
you're the one who'll get the free dinner."
We drove a little farther and she said, "Do you think I'm still
pretty?"
Are you kidding? You saw how those guys tonight were all over you, and
every eye was on you when you were by the pool. Why would you even ask
that?"
She squeezed my leg and answered, "It's a woman thing. With being so
busy at work, and trying to take care of Al, it's been a long time
since I've been out. I had a really good time tonight."
"How is Al?"
"Not good. The doctor told me he could go at any time."
"When he does, what will you do?"
"I try not to think about it. Herb says I should rent out the house
and he'll buy a place for us."
"Where?"
"It doesn't matter. We're away most of the time. If the airline thing
goes through, it could even be here. Herb says he knows of a place in
Malibu Beach that's for sale."
"Wow! It would be great having you near."
"Would it?"
"Of course it would."
She put her arm around me, laid her head on my chest, and stayed that
way all the way to Kate's house. It was after two when we got there,
and when I reached to turn off the car, she caught my hand and said,
"You better not."
"Don't you want me to walk you to the door?"
"No, it's going to be hard enough to leave you here. If I got you to
the door I'd want you to come in, and I don't want your folks to get
angry."
I stuttered, "But I---," She interrupted me with a quick kiss, and
suddenly she was gone. I watched her as she walked to the house, and I
began to miss her already. Something about her has always fascinated
me, and for a moment, I wondered what it would be like being married
to her. She opened the door and turned to me. I guess she was going to
wave goodbye, but I couldn't stand it, and I turned off the car and
stepped out. She didn't move, so I went to her, and she was instantly
in my arms. We kissed, then we stepped inside and quietly closed the
door. On the way to her room, I could feel her trembling. We had made
love less than an hour ago, but when we pulled off our clothes and
crawled into her bed I was hard as a rock. We kissed again, and she
pushed me on my back, got on top, and settled herself onto me.
I don't know how many times we made love, but at one point, we took a
break and I got up to use the bathroom. And when I returned, I noticed
it was starting to get light outside. It was warm in the room, and she
was lying on her back with her arms and legs spread apart. The bed was
a wreck, and her hair was sticking out at odd angles, but I never saw
anything so sexy in my life, and we made love some more.
We had made love all night long, and it had all been vaginal. At one
point I asked if she wanted anal, and she laughed and answered, "No,
Dammit, I may want to walk tomorrow."
The final time we made love, we were in the missionary position, and
as I looked down at her, I was struck again by how beautiful she is. I
had come so many times I didn't think I could do it again, but she
still seemed turned on, so I took my time, and I watched her as she
built to what was to be her final climax. She'd had her eyes tightly
closed most of the time, but this time, just as her body went rigid,
she groaned softly,  and, stared up at me. Her eyes glistened in the
morning light, and I was so overwhelmed by the sight of her, that I
dropped on top of her, grabbed her tightly and kissed her. She kissed
me back and we held each other until I felt her began to breathe
regularly, and I realized that, exhausted, she had fallen asleep. 
I got up and stretched, then I went to the bed and kneeled alongside
her. 
She was breathing softly, but every so often she would make a kind of
contented little moan. 
I leaned forward and touched her hair. It was one of the first things
I noticed about her when we first met in Scottsdale. Thick and
luxurious, her light brown hair was streaked with blonde like some
actresses I'd seen on TV. The blonde streaks were obviously added, and
when I looked close, I could see that there were a few gray hairs at
the roots. At nearly forty, I guess that was to be expected, and for
some reason it was kind of comforting. Her eyebrows and lashes are
also light brown, and there are the beginnings of what I heard Mom
call, 'smile lines', forming at the edges of her eyes. She wasn't a
school girl, she was a full-grown woman, and I thought for a moment
about Kate. 
I'd had a few disappointing tries at sex before I met Kate, but Kate
was my first real lover. She introduced me to sex in a kind and loving
way, and after we spent time together I thought I knew what sex was.
But Sylvia took me to places I had only dreamed about. Kate was, and
still is, a fantasy. But Sylvia is real. If anything, the gray hairs
made her even more real.
I stared at her for a long time. 
What a wondrous woman. 
          In terms of pure beauty, she may not be as perfect as
Monique, or as fresh and vibrant as Kristen, or even Amy. But she has
an inner presence that seems to radiate from her.
Lying there, still spread-eagled like she was, she should have looked
completely defenseless, but she didn't. Instead, there was a strength
about her that made her seem almost impervious to harm. 
Her body is astonishing. Her breasts aren't as erect as some younger
girls I've been with, but they're large, full, and still very firm.
Her Areole's are large and slightly puffy, making her large nipples
stand out like little towers. Her stomach is absolutely flat, and her
skin is as smooth as velvet. I couldn't see a mark or blemish
anywhere.
I was enjoying the curves of her body, and when the sun finally got to
a point where it was shining through the curtains, her entire body
seemed to glow. 
Again, I was nearly overwhelmed by her. What was it about her that
made me feel this way? Could this be love?
I bent close to her belly, and a medley of aroma's rose from her. A
combination of perspiration from our lovemaking, the faint,
bleach-like smell of my semen, and the wonderful odor of her womanhood
washed over me.  The smell was incredible. It was not unlike other
girls I'd been with, but somehow it was different, because it was
Sylvia.
My eyes were drawn to her sex. Her pubic hair was trimmed quite close.
A narrow band of light brown hairs surrounded her outer lips and
reached an inch or so above them. The hairs were matted together with
a combination of my semen and her fluids, and the outer lips of her
vagina and her mound were both still flushed with blood from our
lovemaking. 
I looked closer, and the little, almost transparent bulge of her
clitoris was peeking out from under its hood at the top of her vagina.
I tried to imagine what it felt like to her when I touched it with my
fingers, my tongue, or rubbed against it with my penis. I guessed it
must be like the sensations of the head of my penis, but the fact that
she could orgasm multiple times, made me suspect it was much more
sensitive.
I sat back for a while and just watched her. 
The sun was even brighter now, giving her body even more of a golden
hue.
What a beautiful woman. What would it be like to wake up every morning
and see her lying there?
Then she moved. She turned on her side, facing me, and when she did, I
watched fascinated, as a small river of my semen began oozing from her
vagina. With someone else it might have been kind of a gross, but it
was Sylvia lying there, and I found myself getting excited again. 
I had made love so much I was tired and even a little sore, but at
this moment I wanted to be back inside her. I knew this wasn't
rational, and I stood up to clear my head. When I did, she opened her
eyes. She looked at me for a minute, then she looked at the clock on
her nightstand and said, "It's still early. If you leave now you can
get home without your folks knowing you stayed out all night."
"I don't want to leave you."
"I know dear, and I don't want you to leave, but I think it's best."
She pulled a sheet over herself and watched me as I put on my clothes.
When I was dressed, I went to her and bent to kiss her. She pulled me
hungrily to her and kissed me, then she pushed me away and said, "Go
now, before I change my mind."

On my way home I couldn't get her out of my head. We had been together
all evening, and she had been naked much of the time. I could still
smell her, and even taste her, but when I got home and slipped into
bed, all I could see was her beautiful face.

Less than three hours later I was wakened by a loud banging on my
door. It was dad, reminding me that I had chores to do, so I crawled
out of bed and stood up. I was exhausted, but I knew it would be
better to get on with the day rather than explain why I was so tired,
so I got into the shower and let the water run until it got cold, then
I stepped out and put on some sweat pants. I glanced at my phone and
saw that the message light was blinking, but I was in no mood to
answer it right now, so I dragged myself into the house to get
something to eat. 
When I got to the kitchen, Mom was standing at the sink. 
Still, in kind of a daze, I walked past her to look in the fridge, and
when I got close, she put out her hand to stop me and said, "Peter, go
put on a shirt," and she nodded toward the kitchen table.
I looked around to see Erin sitting next to Cindy. They were eating
corn flakes or something, and Cindy had stopped with a spoonful
halfway to her mouth and she was staring at me with her mouth open.
Erin choked down what she was chewing, and burst out with, 
"Petey, what was the party like? Were there some movie stars there?"
The laundry room is just off the kitchen, so I went in and grabbed a
t-shirt. When I got back to the kitchen, Mom handed me a bowl of
cereal, and for the next few minutes I fielded questions about the
party from both Erin and Cindy. I told them about meeting Rita Rawlins
and they were impressed, but when I mentioned DeLucca, they absolutely
flipped. Even Mom seemed impressed, and when I went on to tell them
that I had spent time with him in Las Vegas, they wanted to know all
about it. So between bites of cereal I tried to explain how I met him.
I left out the fact that I was told that he and Ceil Cohen had come
there to check out some "new Meat," mainly me! And I had just finished
telling them that he and his friends were there to see Kristen, when
Amy came into the room and asked what was happening. When Erin said
that I was telling them about having met DeLucca in Las Vegas, she
threw a sharp glance at me. I quickly said, "I told them that they had
come there just to see Kristen."  Mom was watching us, and I saw her
eyes narrow. But she didn't say anything, so wolfed down the rest of
my cereal and went out to the garage. 
Dad was working on the truck, and we shot the breeze for a few
minutes, then I grabbed the mower. It had been a while since I had
worked on the yard. I promised Dad I would keep the grounds up, and
after I finished mowing, I began the tedious job of weeding and
trimming the bushes. I probably should have been tired from lack of
sleep, but I kept thinking of Sylvia, and the miracle of last night. I
could see her beautiful body outlined against the lights of the city
when we were on the mountaintop, and I began to ache for her. 
Her lips. Her sweet mouth. Her presence filled my head, and I seemed
to be on some kind of autopilot. Around noon, Dad asked if I wanted
some lunch, but I told him I wanted to finish, and it was around two
o'clock when I dragged the final bag of clippings to the alley. 
I wanted to call Sylvia, but I didn't want to disturb her in case she
was still sleeping, so I went into the kitchen and I was throwing
together a sandwich when Cindy stepped in and stood quietly by the
door. Finally she said, "Umm, Pete, are you going out tonight?"
"Gee Cindy, I don't know. I have messages on my phone that I haven't
answered. Why, what's up?"
"Some people are going to the movies tonight, and I uhh, wondered if,
umm?"
It was obvious where she was going with this, and she looked so eager,
I couldn't bring myself to tell her I wasn't interested, so I stalled,
and said, "Gee Cindy, let me see what my messages are about, and I'll
get back to you."
When I finally got to my room I couldn't wait to talk to Sylvia any
longer, so I tried her cell, but it went to voicemail. So I called
Kate's house, but all I got was her answering machine. I guessed they
were probably out shopping, so I asked Sylvia to call me. 
Finally I checked the calls on my answering machine. The first was
from Bill, just wanting to say hello, and I made a mental note to call
him. The next was from Marla, saying that she and the girls were
having a good time in La Jolla. Then there was an odd message from
Monique. She just said "Hi, it's Monique," there was a pause, and she
hung up. It was as though she didn't know what to say, and I wondered
what was going on. Then, stranger still, caller ID showed there were
two more hang-ups from her number. 
The next call was a real surprise. It was Denise from Cantil. She
asked me to call her and left a phone number, so I called it and it
went to voice mail. I left a message and told her I'd try her later.
The final call was from Sylvia, and it left me shocked and depressed. 
All she said was, "Hi Dear, thanks for being my date last night, I had
a wonderful time. There's a problem at work, and I have to get back."
There was a pause as though she wanted to say more, then a click as
she hung up.
That was all she said! Last night was one of the greatest nights I
could remember, and she left without even saying goodbye. Can women
respond like she did last night, then just turn things off? How could
she do that! I wanted to run to her and ask her if I had done
something wrong. 
Suddenly there was an ache in the pit of my stomach. I had to talk to
someone, and I thought of Amy, so, rather than face Cindy or Erin by
going into the house, I called her cell phone. Caller ID must have
told her it was me, and after a few rings, she answered and said, "Hi
Pete, I'm on my house phone; I'll come to your room when I'm
finished." 
I sat there feeling awful until she tapped on my door. When she came
in, she took one look at me and said, "Okay Jerk, quit feeling sorry
for yourself. It's not the end of the world."
"What!! How do you know what's going on?"
"I know a lot of things. Besides, that was Kate on the other line. She
tried to reach you in your room, but you didn't answer, so she tried
your cell, but you must have left it in your room, so she called me."
"What did she say?"
"She said that she and Ben had just dropped Sylvia off at the airport
and they were on their way to San Diego. She wanted to talk to you
about the reason Sylvia left so suddenly, but she didn't want to do it
in front of Ben, so she'll call you when she gets back."
"But, why did she call you?"
"Because she knew you'd be upset, and she didn't want you to leave a
bunch of messages about Sylvia on their answering machine, in case Ben
checked them."
"I don't understand. Why would she want to keep it from Ben, and why
did she talk to you about it?"
It was a minute before Amy answered, then she said, "Kate and I talk a
lot. She told me a long time ago how you and she were together for a
while, and how you helped her through a rough period in her life. Ben
knows about it, and he's okay with it, but it's not something they
talk about. And she didn't want to him to discover that Sylvia might
have fallen in love with you too." 
"Did she say that Sylvia was in love with me?"
"Why do you think she left in such a hurry?"
"What do you mean?"
"She had to leave before things got complicated. C'mon Pete, think
about it. She's over twice your age, and she's a successful business
woman. You're still in high-school. What would you like her to do?
Should she give everything up so she could be with you?"
"No, I guess not, but I'm going to miss her."
"I'm sure she'll miss you too, but it was the right thing to do."
Amy looked at me for a few seconds, then she frowned and said, "Think
about it. Don't you agree?" 
Amy was right of course, it didn't make sense. I couldn't possibly be
the right person for her. That beautiful intelligent woman was way out
of my league. I should have been happy that she wanted to be with me
as much as she had been. She had right to leave, but right then I
would have given anything to have her in my arms again.
I was so deep in thought; it wasn't until Amy touched me on the arm
that I realized she was trying to say something else. 
She said, "So tonight I want you to come to the movies with us, and I
want you to bring Cindy."
"I was out kind-of late last night. I don't feel like going to the
movies, and I don't want to go out with Cindy."
"I know what time you got home, I was out running this morning when
you drove in, and if you don't go with us tonight, I'm going to drop a
hint about it to Dad."
"That's blackmail! What's going on?"
"Jake is going to be there, and I need you to bring Cindy." 
"Jake! I thought you weren't going out with him anymore."
"I'm not, but I told him that I wanted to introduce him to a friend. I
think he and Cindy would be perfect together."
"So, why do I have to bring her?"
"Because she likes you, and she wouldn't go if I asked her along just
to meet Jake."
"What am I supposed to do when I get there?"
"Just enjoy the movie. If they hit it off, you and I will back quietly
away, and let nature take its course. "
"What if they don't like each other?"
"Quit being a dork. They're gonna like each other. Trust me."
"But I'm exhausted. I want to rest for a while."
"No problem, go in and ask Cindy to go, then go lay down. The movie
doesn't start till eight, so there's plenty of time for you to catch a
couple of winks."
I wasn't sure about this, but I didn't want to sit around the house
all day thinking about Sylvia, so I went inside, and when I asked
Cindy to come with me to the movies, she grinned from ear to ear. 
I went out to my room and showered the grass clippings off me. It was
hot in my room, so when I came out of the shower, I lay down naked on
top of my bed. 
Thoughts of Sylvia filled my head. 
From the first time I saw her in Scottsdale, I've always been
captivated by her. This morning when she looked up at me with those
beautiful eyes of hers, I thought about the time by the pool in
Scottsdale, where she and Kate showed me things I'd only heard about.
Every thing that happened that weekend had been a fantasy. And it
reminded me of what happened in Mexico. I thought about the time I
made love to both her and Sally, on the sand bar. I thought about us
flying through the streets, with me on the back of the motorcycle. I
outweigh her by a hundred pounds, and she handled the bike like I
wasn't even there. I thought about later that evening when she had
arranged for me make love to Tatiana and her sisters in the room above
Herb's cabaret. I remember thinking to myself, "Why is she doing this,
doesn't she like me?" But it wasn't that at all. She had done it
because it was an adventure for me. But I guess she was a little
concerned, because I remembered how intense our lovemaking was that
night. 
Those thoughts and many more were swirling around my head, and
suddenly she was here! Her naked body was on top of me, and her. Her
mouth was on mine. I kissed her for what seemed forever. Her naked
body was pressing against me, and I pulled her even closer. Every
curve of her body fit perfectly onto mine, and my cock was so hard I
thought it would burst. 
Suddenly there was a loud crash and I opened my eyes. 
It took a second for me to realize that Sylvia was gone, the light on
my table was on, and Cindy was lying on the floor next to an
overturned chair. Her face was white as a sheet, and as she scrambled
to get up, I looked down at myself. I was lying on my back naked, and
my cock was standing up like a flag pole. Flustered, I grabbed a
pillow, put it over my cock, and said, "Cindy! What's uhh, going on?"
Once she got up she grabbed the chair, stood it up and started backing
toward the door. The door was ajar, but it opens inward, so when she
got there, she bumped into it, and it closed with a slam. We looked at
each other for a few seconds, then she began talking rapidly.
"Pete, I-I'm sorry. You've been asleep all afternoon, and it's almost
time to leave. You didn't answer my knock, so I opened the door and
turned on the light. I umm, didn't realize you were, uhh, busy.
It didn't register at once, then I realized that she thought I was
masturbating, and I stuttered, "NO! I wasn't uhh, I mean, I was, uhh,
dreaming!"
She blinked a couple times, there was a long pause, and she said,
"About me?"
I was a little flustered, and instead of saying no, I said, "Never
mind. Scram, and let me get dressed. I'll meet you in the front house
in a minute."
She stared at me for a minute, and she turned and left. I was
embarrassed, but it was too late to do anything about it, so I got
dressed. When I went into the front house she was sitting in the
kitchen with Amy and Erin.
I asked, "Where's Mom and Dad?"
Amy answered, "They went next door. Here, I made you a couple of
sandwiches. We can get something else after the movie is over."
I was wolfing down the sandwiches when Erin got up and said, "See ya
later, guys"
I noticed Amy's eyes narrow, and she got up and followed her outside. 
I finished eating, and Cindy sat quietly and watched me. The girls had
obviously been helping her with her hair and makeup, and she actually
looked quite pretty. I avoided eye contact for a while because I was
still embarrassed by what had happened in my room, but after a minute
or two I decided 'to heck with it', and I said, "You look very pretty
today Cindy."
Her face flushed and she looked at the floor before she answered,
"Uhh, thanks. Umm, we better go."
 As we started for the car, I spotted Amy and Erin standing by the
side of the house. The seemed to be arguing, so I started walking
toward them. When Erin saw me coming, she turned and quickly walked
away.
I went to Amy and asked, "What's with her?"
"She's going to Kelly's, and there are going to be a couple of boys
there later."
"So?"
"I don't think Kelly's folks are home, and I think the boys are
seniors from Delano High School."
"That's a rough school. Did you warn her?"
"Yes, she told me to mind my own business."
"Shall I say something to her?"
"I don't know. I was going to tell mom, but I don't want to cause a
problem between Erin and me."
"Did she say what time the boys would be over?"
"She said they're coming by after a basketball game. If we get out of
the movie early enough, maybe we should stop by."
I nodded, and the three of us headed toward my car. Amy got there
first, and she opened the passenger door and pulled the seat-back
forward. But instead of getting in, she held the seat-back and waited.
So when Cindy got there, the only choice was to get in the back. Then
Amy got into the passenger seat, and we took off.
When we got to the movie theater we ran into some kids from school,
and we were talking with them when Jake walked up. 
Around school, Jake is known as one of the 'quiet ones'. He's a fierce
competitor on the football field, but he doesn't hang with the guys
when the game's over. I was surprised when he asked me to fix him up
with Amy, but something about him made me think it was okay. 
When he got to us he looked at Amy with what I can only describe as
disappointment, but when he saw Cindy, he looked at her for a long
moment. 
I said, Hi Jake, do you know Cindy?"
He answered, "Yes, we have a class together." Then he nodded to her
and said, "Hi Cindy. You look uhh, very pretty tonight."
Watching Cindy as he said it was like watching a slow-motion movie.
Her eyes got wide, then she flushed, her mouth dropped open, and she
stuttered, "Uhh thanks, uhh, so do you."
Then, realizing what she had said, she made a face and she stepped
behind Amy and hung her head.
Amy looked at Jake and raised an eyebrow. When he looked at her, she
tilted her head at Cindy and stepped out of the way.
With a smoothness I hadn't expected, Jake went to Cindy as though
nothing had happened. He took her arm and said, "C'mon Cindy, I've
been looking forward to seeing this movie since it first came out,"
and he began walking her toward the theater.
Amy watched them as they walked away. She had a silly look on her
face, and she turned to me and said, "Do you know something, they're
perfect for each other."
I grinned, took her arm and said, "C'mon matchmaker," and we followed
them into the movie.

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