Chapter 13A

I finally opened my eyes to see Sunny sitting on the coffee table in front of me. She was smiling. “Welcome back, Fantasyman. Want to go to bed or cuddle right here?”

“Bed, woman,” I mumbled. I noticed that she was wearing another old work shirt of mine. It was unbuttoned. I wondered how many she had packed in her suitcase. She could have them all. At least she’d have a souvenir of her visit if it didn’t work out. 

“That would have been my choice.” Her smile confirmed that it might be all right, again. Come on let me give you a hand.” Sunny took my hand and pulled me up. Now I started to see the same the glow in her blue eyes that I saw that first night.

As I found my feet, I slipped my arms around her waist as her arms went around my neck. No bra I noticed. I pressed myself into her unclad chest. This was as it should be.

I looked down at her. Did I see a tear? I seemed to be having that effect on women today.

Finally she said, “Have I told you I love you, lately?”

“Not since this morning.”

“Gene, you have to know I’m a real insecure bitch most of the time.” She started to shake. “Not just some of the time.” Sunny’s head fell into my chest. “It’s not because of my periods, headaches or anything else you can name.  I keep thinking that after everything I’ve done, I don’t deserve to be this happy. I’m a bitch plain and simple. I kept looking for someone after Alex but couldn’t find the right person. So what did I do? I bitched to Alice. I meet you and bitch to you. 

Alice and Jen talked me into bringing her here and they told me you were sweet and caring. The problem is you are too sweet. I dump on you, and you still tell me you love me. I tell you about all the crap I’ve been through, and you just keep telling me you love me. I thought you didn’t understand or didn’t care. But you do care? Don’t you? Did you really mean it when you said it didn’t make any difference that I’d screwed up my life?”

I reached behind her head and wrapped one hand behind her neck and tilted her head back up. “I do care what happened to you. But it was before I meet you. I can’t change that no matter what I try to do. What I can do is love you now. Try, as much as I can, to help you with your dreams. All I want in return is for you to tell me you love me as often as you can. And mean it, because I do.” I was winded after that.

Suddenly Sunny jerked out of my hold on her neck. It was so sudden that I thought she was mad at me. Was it was something I’d said? It was. Her hands moved from behind my head as she got a double handful of my hair and pulled me towards her. Just before our lips met she whispered, “I love you, love you, love, love...”

Met is too light a word.  Think crash, collision, landslide or earthquake and you’d get a better description of what happened.  Later, I tried to tell someone about that kiss and she said that it sounded more like a fifty car pile up on the New Jersey Turnpike. That’s what it was and more. Any doubt that Agnes Davenport didn’t love me was blown away as lips, teeth, chin, and nose collided in one huge crush. Her tongue dove into my mouth as she started to breath through her nose. I would have panted as well, except she sucked all the air out of my body.

I just went along for the ride. And what a ride it was. After getting over the shock of Sunny’s assault on my mouth, I started to get aroused. I’m not saying just getting an erection. I started getting that when I opened my eyes and saw her sitting there in my work shirt and a pink thong. She hadn’t buttoned the shirt. It stood wide open with only her nipples preventing the shirt from falling wide open. That happened anyway as she pulled me to my feet. That was all she was wearing. Her naked chest pressed tight against my shirt.  Covering her mons was that thong. It was about half the size of the one she wore the day before, and that was damn small. Brown curly hair peeked from around the edges of the material. The little patch of cloth had a darker pink spot at the bottom. Sunny was all ready aroused. I could see the outline of the lips of her labia pressing against the material. 

There was a change in me. One that I liked something I missed. Despite all the questions I was content. The arousal I felt was in my head, not only in my body. It was something I thought was lost more than ten years ago. I not only felt a weight lift from my shoulders but the joy knowing everything would be good in the end. There wasn’t anything we couldn’t do, together.

Finally Sunny/Agnes came up for air as a thousand watt smile assaulted me again. “I hope you don’t mind me being a bitch. I really do love you Gene,” she said.

“You can be my bitch any time.”

Sunny looked up at me, still smiling, “That’s not exactly what I meant but that works for me too. So this insecure bitch loves you, satisfied?

“I knew that that first night.”

Now it was her turn to look surprised. Sunny buried her face in my chest again. “How?”

“I was very jealous that that pilot was going to spend the night with you. I hardily ever get jealous. Besides I’ve never had any woman jack me off on the first date.” 

I could feel her laugh as her lips kissed my chest through the shirt. “Maybe I’m just your kinky little bitch? You know like a serial masturbator or something.”

“It was a test, remember”

“And you passed with flying colors, sir, A+.”

“Agnes, you said something about a bed?” I wanted to be inside of her as deep as I could get.

“One thing first?”

I wanted to fuck and she wanted to talk. Women.

“What?”

Sunny seemed to ignore my little irritation. Instead she verbally knocked me out.

“Are we in a committed relationship?” Sunny lifted her head, looking me right in the eyes. She was looking for the lie.

“You heard all that?” Now I was screwed, again. Had Sunny seen Jen kiss me? Worse yet did she see me doing nothing about it?

“Um-hum.” Sunny moaned. “When Jen sat on your lap I got jealous too. Her kiss was perfect. I know now what you meant about wanting me to be perfect. It’s Jennifer that's sweet and well, perfect. It was perfect for both of you.  If I was a guy dating her and she did that to me, I swear I’d cum in my pants. In a few years, even if you guys don’t have sex, you’re going to be in so-o-o much trouble. You may have to kill a couple of those little shits that come to the door wanting to date her.” 

If she only knew, I thought. I was feeling the same way about Sunny and the guys she knew.

Her smile dimmed a bit. “Then you guys talked about being committed to each other and I died inside.”

I was dying inside as well. I wanted to hold her and make love to her. I wanted to do anything in my power to convince her that I loved her and only her. I told Sunny before that Jen was my niece but I wanted her, not Jen. It looked like it wasn’t sinking in. 

Sunny looked up at me. “I ran into the bedroom and cried until Jen left”, she whispered. “I told you as long as we’re together I’m not going to sleep with other guys. It wouldn’t be fair to you. I said you’re a Boy Scout and you are. You’re clean, honest, truthful, and reverent and a great fuck.” There was another half smile. “You won’t go to bed with someone else as long as we’re together, so I won’t either. Alice made it perfectly clear, you don’t cheat. I just want you to know I’m committed to this relationship, even if I do go crazy once in a while.” Her head dropped back into my chest.

I looked at someone who I loved and realized something. I wondered and worried internally but professed my love hoping, no knowing, that this wonderful woman loved me. Sunny/Agnes on the other hand was thinking aloud. Every thought and emotion she felt was expressed in word and deed. Sunny was a roller coaster of emotion. If I truly loved her, I’d have to ride it with her to the end.

I lifted her head. “Sunny, please talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking, right now?”

Her eyes looked into mine. I’d seen that look, in my eyes, thirteen years ago. Walking through jungles and sleeping in sandbagged emplacements. She was scared. Not a normal scared but a bone chilling fear. One that she would remember in her dreams forever.

I knew because I felt the same fear when Eisenhower decided that the USofA could do what the French failed to do in Indochina. Before the first Marine hit the beach in DaNang for the television cameras, someone had to set things up. That was the Navy’s Construction Battalions job. It was my last assignment. I knew, if I loved her as much as I thought, I would have to tell her about my nightmares. Not all of them, of course, and definitely not what happened at the end. That was something for another day.  Some other time. 

“I love you.” I left it out there, waiting.

Sunny continued to look in my eyes as I held her chin up. It almost seemed that my fingers were the only thing holding her up. If I removed them I could see her falling to her knees. Her fear was slowly melting away. Through trembling lips she was whispering. Nothing was coming out. I couldn’t read her lips. “What did you say? “

She looked at me. I could see the fear growing again. This time I heard her as she whispered, “I love you.”

“Louder,” I told her. 

“I love you.” It was still a whisper.

“Louder.”

Sunny furrowed her brow. “I love you, Gene.” This time she was louder but still a whisper.

“Louder!”

“God damn it Gene,” now Sunny was shouting. “What the hell do you want? I cried in the shower thinking I’d lost you. I hear you and Jen talking about love and commitment. I ran back into the bedroom and cried some more. I know I can’t compete with Jennifer. How can I compete with someone who’s known you for years? Someone who you argue with over peanut butter and cereal, for Christ sake! What do you want from me, anyway!”

I took a deep breath. “I want you to know deep in your heart that you love me.”

“I do. I do.”

I held Sunny tight for a long time. Her heart was racing in her chest. As she mumbled “I love you.”

Finally she pulled away and said. “I have a present for you.”

I stroked the back of her head. “I have all I need. I have you.”

“Your so sweet. I know you’ve never had this, though” 

“Okay, where is it?”

“In your bedroom?”

“What’s in the bedroom?”

I really didn’t want Sunny to start buying me presents.

“Just come on. I just want to see if it’ll fit.” Now my girlfriend started to drag me towards my bedroom, our bedroom.

Sunny bought me clothes? Wasn’t that considerate. 

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