Forever More
Part 1 - Hope
Chapter Eleven
Easing out of sleep Rebecca felt Scott’s warm hard body next to hers as he lay behind her. His arm held her close to him and his hand lay between her soft breasts.
Slowly she turned toward him and his eyes opened, "Good
morning," he smiled still partly groggy.
"Good morning," she returned as he pulled her closer
and they kissed. Feeling his warm skin next to hers and his arms
around her Rebecca felt a sensation of security that she had not
known for years. Any feelings of doubt that she had were now but
a fading thought in the back of her mind. She sensed that he felt
the same.
"I have to get up now," she apologized as he pulled her
closer. "I have to get up and get the boys ready for
school."
"Oh, I should go before they get up." he moved
realizing that he should not be there.
"No. No, it’s OK. Don’t go," she
whispered as she sat up and made her way to the bathroom.
Returning a few moments later she turned on a small lamp to see
and gathered some of her clothes. She was still naked and Scott
watched her as she dressed. After finishing she came back to the
bed and kissed him again and then left shutting the door behind
her.
Rebecca woke both boys and they started their morning ritual of
children versus mother. She coaxed both into the bathroom and all
of their necessary duties. Entering their room she laid out
clothes for each to put on while they finished up in the
bathroom. Next she went into the kitchen and started some coffee
and got cereal and milk and bowls out for the boys. Rushing them
along she managed to get them out into the kitchen where they sat
down to eat. Ethan noticed the car in
the yard.
"Hey! Somebody’s here," he announced.
Kyle got right up to look. "Yeah, who’s
here?"
Just about then Ethan recognized the car as belonging to Scott.
Rebecca had to say that yes, it was him.
Kyle ran into the living room. "Where is he?"
"He's sleeping," Rebecca said hushing both of them and
trying to impress upon them that maybe they did't need to see him
that morning. Her attempts failed. There were only two bedrooms
in their small home. Scott wasn't in the living room and he
wasn't in their room. Kyle flew
into his mother’s with Ethan right behind him.
If Rebecca had been worried that her children would be affected
at all by finding
a man in their mother’s bed her worries were completely
ungrounded.
Scott was there and that was all that they cared about.
By the time Rebecca reached the bedroom Kyle was already bouncing
up and
down on the bed. Scott was sitting up and trying to calm him
down.
"Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for
school?" he laughed enjoying
the moment.
A thousand questions, or at least it seemed that many, "What
are you doin’
here? You gonna take us to school? You live here now?"
Rebecca hurried them out as best she could and although Scott was
lying naked
under the sheets no one seemed to find that out. Rebecca felt
somewhat relieved
and as she ushered her children back out and shut the door she
smiled in his
direction and he responded with those dimples.
Back out in the kitchen she finally got her children to calm down
and finish their
cereal. A few moments later Scott came out and she offered him a
cup of coffee.
He had pulled on his jeans but was bare chested and bare foot.
Blond hair lay
untamed about his shoulders. Slight stubble roughened his cheeks
and his body
smelled of sweat from their lovemaking. Rebecca thought he could
never look
sexier than he did at that moment. She blushed as a sensation
caused by her still
red and swollen nipples rubbing against her bra reminded her of
his tongue rough
and teasing upon them.
He sat down at the table with the boys who were now intent on
reading a cereal
box with an impressive mail-in offer for a much coveted but
totally unneeded
action figure.
"So your mom has to take you to school," Scott inquired
of Ethan.
"She is?" he piped up.
"NO!" His mother added emphatically.
"Then what was that about wanting me to take you?"
Ethan just shrugged.
Rebecca had poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down.
"Don’t let them
fool you. They ride the bus, but if they don’t get
moving they are gonna
miss it and I will have to take them." Lifted eyebrows in
the direction of Ethan
gave him a motherly warning.
They finished eating and scoured their bedroom for missing shoes
and backpacks
and were just ready as the bus pulled up. Rebecca watched them
out the door till
they got on and the bus started to pull away. God love
‘em she thought to
herself. They were a handful but they were also her life and her
most prized
possessions.
She shut the door, turned back to the kitchen and grabbing the
pot of coffee
refilled both their cups. As they sat next to each other and
sipped the hot coffee
she was so comfortable. He reached over and held her hand in his
as it lay on the
table. She didn’t want to but she should be getting
ready for work.
"I don’t want to make you late." Rebecca
could see through that boyish
charm that he didn’t really mean it.
"I really do need to go in today. I have a report that has
to get out by four-thirty."
Rebecca was now trying to convince herself.
"So be late."
She smiled again as he fondled her fingers with his. "I
can’t be TOO late."
"I need to get cleaned up anyway." he said as he stood
up and set his coffee cup in
the sink. "I’m supposed to fly back out to L.A.
this afternoon and I
don’t even have my flight confirmed yet."
He was leaving again.
"But, the good news is that I will be back on Monday, IF I
get there today."
They walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Did she mind if he
used the
shower? He reached in and turned on the water. Rebecca was
fumbling around
trying to locate some makeup in a drawer.
"Join me?" he asked adding "I’ll wash
your back," as a full proof way to
get her to say yes. Rebecca needed no coaxing. She studied him in
the mirror as
he loosed the button at the top of his jeans and unzipped them.
Turing around she
watched as he pulled them off one leg and then the other and
admired his solid flat
stomach and narrow hips before he slipped behind the curtain.
Quickly she
removed the clothes that she had put on earlier and stepped into
the steamy tub.
He instructed her to turn around as he picked up a sponge and
gently rubbed the
warm bubbles onto her back. Reaching around he covered her
breasts with the
same rich lather. They stood together as she pressed her wet body
back into his
and he squeezed her breasts. With one hand he reached down and
between her
legs and worked the lather all around. She was weak as she turned
around and
their soapy bodies met pressing against each other.
Her hands made their way down his chest and stomach and he leaned
against the
shower wall. Fervently she worked the throbbing column that
jutted up from
between his thighs with her hand as the warm water from the
shower sprayed onto
her face. Her tongue danced across the tip making tiny circles
then ran down the
length of the swelling organ to the sac that she desired. Sucking
one hard round
mass into her mouth she rolled it about with her tongue while
caressing the other
with warm soapy water.
Scott was now pinned into the corner against the wall with his
eyes closed as he
savored every nerve that she sent piercing through his body.
After she had
bestowed the same attention to the other side she again took his
quivering shaft
into her mouth. As she drew it back and forth across her lips his
hands
instinctively reached down for her head.
"Jesus, what you do to me!" he groaned grabbing her wet
hair into his fists,
pushing and pulling her head causing him to plunge deeper into
her throat. She felt
his body begin to convulse as the warm milky substance wet her
lips, slid passed
her tongue and the water from the shower washed the remainder off
her face.
After a few seconds he pulled her up to him and they leaned
against the wall
while the hot water still continued to steam from the shower
head.
A few moments later he reached down and turned off the water and
they stepped
out. She handed him a towel. He dried himself quickly and as she
was still doing
so he dried her back. Kneeling down he dried her hips and thighs
and legs and
then brought the towel up between her legs.
He led her into the bedroom again. Laying her back onto the bed
he stood looking
down at her thirstily drinking in every curvature and crevice of
her body. Rebecca
squirmed with burning desire as she felt his hungry eyes take in
everything.
Arching the lower tufted portion of her body toward him she
yearned for his touch
and reached out with one hand to run along his thigh and the
length of the pulsing
flushed instrument that had swelled even more in the last few
moments.
Sitting beside her on the bed he took her knees and slowly spread
them apart.
Cupping her hips in his hands he brought his lusting lips down to
her soft pink hot
flesh.
Rebecca nearly swooned when she felt his warm breath between her
legs and his
wet lips upon her. His tongue eagerly found every fold and darted
back and forth
stopping only to suck her soft skin into his lips. When his
tongue ravenously
buried deep within her throbbing recesses her whole body writhed
with ecstasy
and arched into him. She dug her fingers tight into his hair and
pushed his head
ever further between her legs.
Unaware of her surroundings she lay back moaning and squirming
with delight.
When finally he stopped he slid up and brought his mouth hard
against hers. It was
hot and wet and she tasted her own sweet cream as his tongue
encircled her lips
and traced the inside of her mouth.
Still caught up with the movements of his tongue as it now seized
her mouth with
rapacious force she was not even aware that he had taken her
until she felt the
sensation as he plunged deeply inside filling her beyond
capacity.
Her legs instinctively came up to wrap about his hips as he
thrust deep inside her,
her own hips lifting off the bed to meet his every rhythm.
Sliding his hand
between them, down along her stomach and through the soft mass of
curls to
where there bodies were joined he massaged the point of her
pleasure, rubbing
the small sensitive nub already erect between his fingers.
Rebecca could stand it no longer. Clawing at his back she cried
out, "Oh, Scott,
take me harder!" But before she could even finish his mouth
came down on hers
again with such passion that she felt her lip split against her
teeth. His tongue was
again wildly driving with such force staking possession of her
mouth.
Tremors gripped her whole body as sensations shot through every
nerve ending.
Her nipples tingled against the hot sweat of his chest. She felt
the spasmodic
convolutions seize him causing her to tense and then melt as the
warm flow from
her own body met his.
When at long last their spasms stopped Scott lay wet and panting
across her body
his face buried in her neck against the pillow. His weight upon
her felt good as
she ran her hands over his buttocks, the small of his back and on
to his shoulders
wrapping her arms around them and pulling him closer to her. Her
legs again
tightened about his hips as she felt him quiver and slowly
retract while still warm
within her.
Lying like that together Rebecca began to feel weak and as though
she
couldn’t move. She didn’t want to and let
herself begin to drift to a
dreamlike state.
A few moments later Scott slowly pulled himself up onto his arms
and withdrew
from her. Getting up he made his way into the bathroom.
Rebecca felt that she was incapable of movement or sound. Coming
back he
spread her limp legs apart again. She felt the warmth of a cloth
as he gently
washed her and dried her with a towel. Pulling a blanket over her
bare shoulders
he slid back beside her pulling her close.
The feel of her body against his was already familiar. He could
hardly imagine
not knowing it. Before the events of the last several hours he
had made love to her
in his mind more often than he dared admit even to himself. Even
then it was
never like this. He knew the longing that she had stirred within
him, but he never
anticipated the passion with which she desired him.
Scott drew Rebecca closer to him. Once again she lay in his arms.
Once again the
world did not exist for them.
Over the course of the next several months Scott was at
Rebecca’s as often
as was possible. They had both wanted it to be more but he was
very busy
finalizing the recording of his solo album and making the
arrangements for the tour
that accompanied its release.
When he was able to be back home in Michigan he was dividing his
time between
writing and spending time with Rebecca and the boys. Rebecca was
working full
time confining their time together to evenings or weekends. Ethan
and Kyle were
accustomed to having him show up or be there when they awoke in
the morning.
Many times, though, he had to get up and leave after he and
Rebecca had made
love.
She knew that Scott and Linda were still together, although she
had gotten to the
point that she would not even ask. It was just that sometimes
Scott would mention
something or tell about being somewhere and Rebecca got the
feeling that Linda
had been with him.
Yet when they were together it was as if no one else existed in
the world.
Rebecca did not want to share him and she clung to the hope that
he loved her and
that Linda was still in his life only as a fixture that had been
there before.
Sometimes she felt sorry for Linda. Sometimes she felt sorry for
herself, but if
there were any doubts as to Scott’s feelings for her
they were dispelled the
moment that he took her into his arms.
Blindly she had come to depend on him in every sense. She refused
to dare to
even think about the truth.
Scott was going through a very confusing time of agony on his
own. He found
himself in love with two women. Unable to make the break with the
woman who
he had once thought was his life partner yet drawn to another who
had stolen not
only his heart but his will.
He and Linda had been together for several years and what they
had was very
good. She was everything that he had ever wanted in a woman. She
was
intelligent, charming and accepted him and everything about him
without question,
and she was gorgeous. She was the kind of woman who men looked
twice at
when she entered a room. He even found that he liked that. He had
never actually
looked ahead down the road to see where they would be in the
years to come but
he had just assumed she would be there. Until a few months ago he
had thought
that he had found his companion for life.
Then he met Becky and his whole world had gone completely upside
down.
The two women were not at all alike. Rebecca was more average,
down to earth,
not hardened or altered by what life had to offer. Scott found
that refreshing
although totally at opposite ends of what he had always thought
he had wanted a
woman, his woman, to be.
She was shorter than he was. She had a very nice figure but
nothing at all like
Linda’s tall perfect proportions. Her hair was a soft
brown which most of
the time she had pulled back and he surmised that she
didn’t like to fuss
with it much. She was more at home in a pair of jeans and a sweat
shirt and more
often than not he found her in her barn cleaning out stalls,
hauling feed, or working
in the house doing laundry or washing dishes by hand.
Yet for some unexplained reason he was so attracted to her. He
had been since
that day when he first came and sat down next to her on the grass
in the pasture.
He loved talking with her, or sometimes found himself studying
her through the
windows of his living room while she sat painting peacefully as
his dog lay near
her soaking up the afternoon sun.
When feelings of a desire to have her were first realized he
shook them off as
nothing more than a normal male fantasy but as he spent more and
more time with
her he was beginning to know that what he felt lie much deeper.
That afternoon in the pool he could not arrest his need to touch
her, to feel her
body close to his. He had such a burning desire to kiss her, to
feel her lips against
his but with the children near he held back. Then Rebecca put her
touch to him
and he responded. If Linda had not found them he dared not think
what more
would have happened between them that day.
Then down by the river he was almost certain that the time had
come to say
good-bye. It was clear the Rebecca was not comfortable. She had
wanted to put
whatever had happened between them aside and he knew that he
could not give
her the love that he so wanted to share with her. But as he drew
her up from the
grass the craving to feel her lips overpowered him. With the
first tantalizing taste
of her mouth he knew that he lost forever.
The beginning of the next year and the four months following
Scott toured the
United States and Canada promoting his solo album. It was very
difficult to find
the time to spend with Rebecca. He called her often and was
always sending
small gifts for her and they boys from wherever he was. He had
even entrusted his
dog, Corky, to the boys while he was on tour. No one would be
home much at his
place in Michigan and he knew that they wold give her much love.
His horses
were looked after by a neighbor who had done it on many numerous
occasions.
When Scott was able to fly home for a weekend or a few days in
between, the few
moments that he and Rebecca were able to have together were so
precious. She
was fascinated with the stories that he would tell about things
that were happening
on the tour or where he had been. Still the fast paced life that
existed for him was
only a mystery to her. He had let her into his heart but not yet
into his world.
Sometimes Rebecca wondered how he could be so comfortable there
with her
and the boys and then fly off again to another dimension that
only existed in her
mind.
