Ronnie remembered so many silly irrelevant things. That’s the way memories are. They don’t discriminate against the little moments. She remembered how Robert had made paper airplanes that would seem to fly forever. She remembered the sprinkle of acne on his back and the way he would forget to shave. He was still so young after all.
We each have our own pile of regrets in life and Ronnie was ruing hers. In hindsight so much becomes crystal clear. Now years later Veronica knew—they should have run that night. They should have gone up to Vancouver. Everyone knew the Canadians did not send you back. And yet they hadn’t. Her welling tears kept coming. Every new memory felt like more salt in the wound.
In Ronnie’s of dreamt dreams it had all turned out so differently. The dream usually started with the two of them on the beach in Malibu. They were holding hands watching the sunset. It would be the last few days they would spend together. Everything was on the line, but they were too young to understand that life had lines that needed to be crossed.
The cold wind coming off the Pacific had been blowing in soft gusts that day. Ronnie’s rosy cheeks and lips were blushed a soft cherry red from the chill. Rob had let the paper airplane go from his outstretched hand. It had flown a few feet and then plunged ominously into the ocean.
They had turned and looked at each other and then? Had it been a sign? Did paper airplanes mean anything? Well in her dreams where she could edit out the bad stuff they had run. They had got in the blue Mustang and driven north. In her dream they had driven to Vancouver.
What did they have to do with the future of Vietnam? Nothing. And yet their own future had been sacrificed on the political alter of stupidity and political theory. A shiver of disgust coursed through Veronica’s body. The cold slick black marble surface of the Vietnam Memorial wall would not absorb her flood of tears. They slid in crooked rivulets pulled by gravity to the ground.
Thinking back Ronnie thought it was all so simple. Everything had been in the palm of their hand. They had it all. Yet they didn’t act. She had let him go. Had this curse ruined her whole life? Not really, but the lump of knotted searing regret was too big and painful to ever entirely untwist.
She looked up at her son—his son. Somehow Veronica always knew her Robert would have been a good father to their son. He could have taught their little boy how to fold a paper airplane and make it fly. He could have taught him to ride a bike. So many perfect moments that never happened.
Shaking her head Ronnie murmured mumbled nothings to her self. She made sounds, but not words. Veronica strained her brain to comprehend the pain she was feeling. She tried moving vowels and consonants around like beads on an abacus. Nothing she managed to form made any sense. No calculation gave anything resembling an answer. To cipher the distant memories was beyond her.
So many things had been sacrificed that were unrecoverable. The old woman shook her head in frustration and anger. She clenched her wrinkled fingers into a fist and thumped the unmoving black stone softly in frustration.
“Take your time mom. It’s okay.”
Her son’s voice was soft and tinged with true feelings of a son’s love. He had grown up to be a good man. And yet he didn’t know. She would need to tell him everything. Veronica pulled out Rob’s poem. The tattered folded piece of lined folio paper was decades old now. It was ragged with age and stained by the oil from her fingers. Ronnie pulled it to her lips and kissed the yellowed tattered paper gently.
“Don’t worry I didn’t drop anchor.”
She whispered once again to the un-answering black marble slab.
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After the lover’s amazing night together Ronnie woke up first. The early morning southern California sun was glorious as it ascended. She looked down at her handsome still sleeping eighteen-year old lover. His tousled head of brown hair looked so desirable slumbering on the cotton pillowcase. Ronnie was tempted to kiss her wonderful man-boy, but that would wake him up. She grinned realizing how much in love she was.
Seeing the quilt all asunder Veronica reminded her self to wash and change the bed sheets before Carl came home from his trip. Moving silently so as to not waken the handsome teen from next door she slipped on a light peach cotton robe. Veronica carefully snuck out the bedroom door to make her self a cup of tea in the kitchen.
Sitting at the counter in the kitchen the beautiful young blonde wife had never been happier in her twenty-nine years of life. The Fourth of July party had been a great success. Her pussy still felt a bit raw from the pounding Robert had given it after all the guests had departed. Her young lover’s thick hard eight-inch cock had been seemingly insatiable. She had lost count of all of her orgasms.
Veronica sipped her warm comforting tea and grinned a wicked grin. Sex was so wonderful when you were in love. She looked out the window and began smiling absent-mindedly to her self. Ronnie’s mind had drifted filled as it was with random memories of the recent passion-filled lovemaking. The preoccupied blonde hadn’t noticed that handsome young Rob had slipped up behind her.
Treading in bare feet on the cool linoleum floor the young man hadn’t made any noise as he silently approached the sexy older woman sipping her tea. He grinned realizing he would take her by surprise as she gazed out the kitchen window. As his large male hands slipped onto her hips Ronnie jumped nervously with a startled and excited “yip”. The surprised cute blonde craned her neck back with a big smile stretched across her face.
“Oh so you’re up handsome.”
She smiled.
“I thought I had tired you out.”
She giggled playfully.
“You can go back and sleep if you’re still tired.”
Ronnie put her hand to Rob’s cheek and their eyes connected.
“You’ve never lasted that long before.”
She giggled softly. Grinning young Rob nuzzled his nose deeply into her still mussed-up blonde hair.
“I’m never too tired when you’re around Ronnie.”
Young Rob murmured in a husky soft morning voice. He placed a delicate kiss in the crook of her neck making her giggle soft feminine titters of new-day-dawning happiness.
“That tickles Rob.”
Robert left his warm lips pressing against the soft skin of Ronnie’s neck and he sucked gently. She giggled again playfully pushing him away, but without much vigor.
Robert was in a frisky mood. The young man bit down with a small love nip on a fold of Veronica’s skin near her shoulder. She murmured an almost-moan and moved her head to the side to give him more access to her neck.
“Hmm that feels so nice.”
She half-whimpered feeling her nipples begin to harden involuntarily. Rob was naked except for his white cotton briefs. As he pressed his taut muscular body into her back Ronnie realized her young lover was already hard. She tittered some more soft feminine murmurs as he slid his strong arms around her waist pulling her body against his.
Before the languid just awoken young wife could say anything her strong young lover had scooped her up into his arms. Veronica yelped in surprise and protested weakly as he carried her back towards the bedroom.
“I’m a complete mess Robert.”
She proclaimed amidst soft half-nervous giggles.
“My hair is all a mess and I haven’t had a shower….”
Her young male neighbor’s amazingly passionate kiss stopped her protestations mid-sentence. His tongue plundered her mouth softly probing her depths. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling her body against his. Ronnie responded to Robert’s urgent kiss her nipples hardening more.
Veronica felt so feminine being carried like a leaf in Rob’s strong arms. He clearly wanted her as a woman. She felt butterflies fill her tummy as her excitement grew. The older woman pushed her lips more forcefully into her younger lover’s kiss. The passion in their kiss grew as Rob’s long strides took them back to the rumpled bed so recently abandoned.
Gently Robert placed his lover back on the mattress amongst the tumbled mess of cotton sheets. The aroused young man began laying delicate kisses across Ronnie’s sensitive neck and shoulders. His fingers began teasing and exploring other locations on her tingling body.
Softly Robert tugged open Veronica’s peach robe gaining access to her firm pert breasts. His eyes gazed upon her pink nipples like they were the most desirable jewels in the world. Veronica rolled her head back and closed her eyes enjoying every pleasurable second of the adoration. She surrendered her naked body to her lover’s assault of passion. Ronnie moaned weakly as Robert’s lips sucked down onto one of her half-hardened pink nipples.
“Rob it’s so early…..”
She whimpered in a murmur of faux protest. He didn’t stop his sucking and licking. Ronnie ran her fingers slowly through Robert’s thick brown hair trailing her nails over his scalp as she felt her nipple throb under the new attention. He pressed down softly with his front teeth on her rubbery pink nub. She groaned a deep groan of blissful delight. To be taken by a man like this made Ronnie feel a joie de vivre she had never before felt.
“Oh god baby that feels so amazing!”
Veronica nose pressed into his shoulder. She inhaled Rob’s rich male scent deeply. Her nostrils flared sucking in a succulent male concoction: it was a mixture of soap and cologne and sweat from the night before mingled with lingering sex smells. This potpourri of scents filled her nostrils like a sex-cocktail inflaming her now awoken pussy.
Ronnie whimpered soft weak whimpers as her persistent young neighbor bit down gently on her erect nipple for a second time, but more firmly this time. The waves of pleasure made her grab a fistful of his thick hair as her body tightened. Her heart began to race.
“Oh baby! Aren’t you my lover boy?”
Veronica giggled relishing the sunrise attention she was receiving. Rob kissed her body everywhere, teasing every inch of her tingling skin. Soon her entire nakedness was inflamed. His kisses and touches were roaming to every region arousing every nook and cranny. Her body was twisting and turning and yearning for more.
Finally Robert slid between her legs and gently parted her thighs. Ronnie’s horny lover then laid a fusillade of soft delicate kisses on the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. Veronica murmured and whimpered soft coos of gratification. Her pussy began to get wet and leak in an expression of female felicity.
Slowly with his tongue, his teasing fingers, with soft kisses and gentle nibbles, young Robert patiently besieged Ronnie’s succulent tight pussy. The oral onslaught was driving the young wife berserk with pleasure. She grabbed a fistful of cotton sheet in one hand and a fistful of her lover’s brown hair in the other as she groaned a deep guttural groan.
She thrust her hips up into his mouth wanting more. Ronnie humped her pussy frantically against his mouth and tongue. She groaned wanting more. Rob’s face and chin was getting coated in slick viscous pussy secretions.
“Oh god Robert.