Nov 20
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In The Beginning (23)
THIRTEEN
We arrived quickly enough to get changed and spend some time just lounging by the pool and both of us turning red as lobsters. The tropical sun does that and about which the laminated instruction booklet lay safely on top of the nightstand by the bed, clearly warned.
We decided to take a quick run into the supermarket to get some light snacks and some wine. When we reached the gate; I collapsed over the steering wheel giggling.
“Well, my dear,” I explained, “here goes that exploratory talk about the birds and the bees. I am so uncomfortably burning up from our stupid exposure to the sun that I’m not so sure I want to even have a sheet touch me. Brad, sweetheart, I hope you don’t mind, but I think sex is out of the question – I hope my telling you that I almost desperately want it is enough so that you don’t feel any rejection …I just don’t deal well with pain.”
I started to reach for the remote for the gate and he stopped me. “Let’s not move just yet, Jeanne, okay? I want to say this carefully. I know that even after all these years that the apparatus is ready – as I said at the airport I was aroused. I was embarrassed and had to carry my computer case in front of me to avoid the bulge being seen by everyone in the airport.”
“Oh really,” I started giggling all over again, “I didn’t notice your problem, I was worrying about my own problem; the wetness showing through.” We both sat there laughing uproariously.
“Well, I guess I don’t need to say it so carefully after all,” Brad sputtered in between laughing and shaking and trying to get his words organized. “I was going to say that I was relieved because I didn’t have to engage in the typical male concern over performance and that I could forego the intimacy …I guess that’s the polite word for it, for as long as you needed to get over the burn. Right now, however, I don’t suppose you’d mind taking off your clothes and climbing into the back seat would you?”
We started all over again …we were both actually howling and feeling the deep therapeutic results of that kind of convulsive, overpowering laughter.
We finally settled down and I just looked across the seat at him, both of us totally relaxed and then I asked: “Can I have a rain check?” …and we started laughing again.
“I’m sure this can’t be better than sex, but that, my love; was fun. This is such a crazy, unreal situation,” he hesitated for several seconds, “I mean, who would ever believe such a perfect fit between two people, you know, love at first sight and yet a love we both know was prearranged by SPIRIT, being able to laugh together and both wanting to be held and kissed and having no embarrassment. C’mon, Jeanne, this beats anything I’ve ever heard of. I love you deeply. I already feel totally comfortable that when we finally come to the point of consummating the marriage, so to speak, SPIRIT will make that perfect as well. I want you, but it isn’t a desperate need, because our passion is spread throughout our total relationship …are you sensing the same thing, or am I out on a limb here?”
“It is ordained, my prince, it is almost like an illicit romance between a brother and a sister, but there is nothing illicit about it. I am totally comfortable and released to love you completely and I know you love me completely, yet we already are like brother and sister and lovers and friends and comfortable traveling companions all rolled up into one. You are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and you have made me feel totally loved and totally comfortable. Now, does that maybe sound like I’m sitting out there on that limb with you?”
In response he merely reached out and held my hand and flashed that wonderful grin again.