ooOoo
“Good day, sunshine,” Pete sang the Beatles song to Tara in a slight whisper, gently waking her up in the late hours of the morning. The marine layer kept the beach city overcast, and the breeze of the cool September air felt good on her tired body.
“Hey beautiful,” he said softly, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Eggs, bacon, toast or yogurt?” he asked as he put the tray down on the nightstand and sat beside her on the bed.
“Coffee, with creamer, please,“ she said smiling up at him. Seeing him there, still nude and sitting next to her, warmed her from the inside and she put her sleepy hand on the side of his face. “You shaved your goatee.” Tara hid her disappointment because she really liked the way it looked on him.
Tilting his head as if he were looking for the deeper meaning in a priceless work of art, he smiled sheepishly. “If I’m gonna meet your kid, I want to look like a responsible adult,” he chuckled. “Is it unmanly of me that I’m nervous he won’t like me?” he asked with a silly smile.
“He already likes you and he hasn’t even met you yet,” she said, laughing and flashing her silly grin. She really didn’t want to talk about Shawn right now though, her mind was on Pete. She was drawn to him like a moon in the gravitational pull of a celestial body.
“Don’t worry and come here.” She sat up, wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders and kissed his moist lips. Snuggling in close, she put her hand on the back of his head and began kissing his neck. The athletic frame he sported in high school had been replaced by a little beer belly and slight love handles, but he still looked sexy as hell to her.
Pete climbed back into bed and folded her into his arms, calming her like nothing else could. She felt safe there. In his bed, nothing could hurt her. She had always kept him close to her heart, and never really could love any other man the way she loved Pete.
Goosebumps rose on her excited skin as she surrendered to his touch, and she wanted him to take her that very moment. His scent alone could arouse her, making her tingle with sexual electricity.
Her breasts became sensitive and the soft little bumps that were her nipples became stiff and hard. She could feel her sex ache, and the mere thought of his erection entering her made her warm fluid begin to flow, swelling her labia and causing her to squirm involuntarily.
Feeling the warmth of her body, he gently put his hand on the side of her face and stroked the soft skin underneath her chin. Pulling her close, he pressed his lips against hers as they shared the taste of sweet juices wrapped up in this kiss. Rolling her onto her back, his manhood brushed up against her beautifully shaved mound. The touch of it felt hot on her skin, igniting a primal need in them both that quickly demanded satisfaction.
Wrapping her long, firm legs around his body, her kegel muscles contracted as she pushed her hips up towards his large member, eagerly awaiting his hard and fast penetration.
Pete brought himself to the lips of her slippery, throbbing channel and rubbed his mushroom head just inside her swollen folds. All the blood in his body seemed to have concentrated in his thick muscle, and it dripped with pre-cum in response to his heightened state of desire.
“Oh god, Pete, that’s not nice,” she giggled with obvious sexual tension, her body trembling with anticipation underneath him. He wanted to fuck her hard but hesitated, wanting to make it last as long as possible. The sweet taste of sweat on his shoulder and the touch of her hand made it that much more difficult for them to hold back. He was ready to enter her as much as she wanted to feel him deep inside her.
Erect and hard, Pete could hold back no longer. Gathering himself, he leaned over her and invaded her open and pulsating channel with a deep and passionate thrust. The warmth of her cunt and the breathy gasp she gave as he filled her hot channel set fire to his blood, and he began to pump his cock desperately inside her.
Feeling the heat take over, Tara squeezed her legs tightly around him. She wanted him to take her; to fuck her hard. The sensation of him doing just that made her heart pound, and a deep moan escaped her lips as their carnal desire threatened to explode.
Pete’s thrusts grew quicker and harder until he could not hold back. His engorged, pulsing shaft filled her tight hole, massaging her so deeply she could barely stand it. “Oh, god, Pete!” Tara moaned, “I gotta cum! Fuck me!” she pleaded with the angst of her approaching orgasm.
Feeling his throbbing cock dig deep into her inner core, she arched her back, aching to come. The gasps she released sounded more like air being let out of a helium balloon and her orgasm seemed to lift her out of her body. They held on to one another as if they were in free-fall as he continued to slam into her, driving her into the sheets. In and out, he frantically fucked her with a feral desire. It was rapturous and for several moments the world stopped.
The world shrank around them until nothing but their connection mattered. it was as if they melded into one, their hearts were beating in sync. In a cataclysmic moment, she froze as he pushed the long length of his rod deep inside of her, filling her with pleasure. She tightened her grip around his cock, squeezing him as the warmth of his cum seeped into her body.
Sex with Tony was never like this. She never felt this kind of connection with her ex-husband, the father of her son.
As they settled back into the real world, sweaty and fulfilled, Pete slowly pulled out of her. Laying there on top of her, he smiled and lay his head on her shoulder. “Your boobs are so soft,” he laughed with his hand resting on her breast.
She laughed too, and wrapped her legs around him again, hugging him tight. “Oh GOD, that was so fucking good!” Her giggles were contagious, and soon they were both laughing.
Tara rolled him over and lay next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Do you realize, it was exactly sixteen years ago today that we broke up?”
“Was it? Oh, god...That’s an anniversary that I don’t want to remember.” This time, he didn’t laugh. “I’m always going to carry that shame with me. I was sure that you’d never speak to me again.”
Tara felt charmed by the sweet way Pete looked at her. He was a man with a truly sincere heart, and she felt no lingering anger for the old hurt.
“I wasn’t going to,” she finally admitted. “But, here we are. Its sort of a miracle, isn’t it?”
“It is,” he said, meaningfully. He was very grateful to God, or the Great Spirit or whoever, that she stepped back into his life. This was their happy place, and during that moment in time they were deeply in love and lost in the afterglow of their sexual rapture.
“I’m really happy you did, because that would have been so awkward,” he said, smiling. He held her, hugging her tightly then softly rubbed her shoulder as he released her from the embrace. “Are you hungry?” he asked with a smile, touching her chin.
“Starving,” she replied.
ooOoo
After breakfast and their morning ‘activities’, Pete and Tara went to the beach and looked through the little boutiques just across the street. Hand in hand they walked as they ate ice cream and people watched while sitting on a bench. As they sat looking at the tide come in, a light wind blew over their sun-kissed skin.
It was the perfect day and they had fallen in love all over again. An adult love; real and heartfelt. Nothing like when they were teenagers.
“Okay, milady,” Pete said in his best ‘Downton Abby’ impression. “Shall we go pick up Lord Shawn?”
She laughed and threw her head back, giggling at this as he took her hand to help her up. They were picking Shawn up from Tony’s at seven o’clock and then having dinner together.
As Tara stood up and was ready to go, Pete kept a hold of her hand, got down on one knee, the sandy concrete scratching at his tan skin. She didn’t understand why at first; then as she realized what he was doing she let out a small cry of surprise and happiness.
“Tara,” he began, nervously. “I loved you in High School. When I ended it I knew I’d made the biggest mistake of my life. I was miserable and the only person to blame was me,” he continued. “I did all right. I found success and made a decent living. I had just about everything I could want.” Pete paused, trying to compose himself, then went on.
“Everything, except for you.” He had a tear in his eye, and his voice was beginning to crack a bit.
“The last fifteen years of my life was a chapter that I am happy to close the book on. There is so much more of life left to live and I still haven't had my ‘best day’ yet. I know if you agree to be my wife, every day after that will again be the best day of my life. Will you marry me?”
Tara stood, trembling and in tears. “Yes, of course I will!” she laughed through her tears as he slid the princess cut diamond ring on her small delicate finger.
Standing up he embraced her, lifting her in his strong arms bringing her lips close to his. The California sunset silhouetted them as the orange ball dipped deeper into the ocean.
On their way to the car they were almost skipping. They’d only been back together for six weeks, but they were ready. “Oh shit!” Pete laughed, and then put his hand on his head, then his mouth.
“What?” she laughed and then smiled at the silly look on his face.
“I haven’t even met Shawn yet! Maybe I should have waited, but it was such the perfect moment, and I was so nervous...” he went on. He was laughing and looked pale as if he realized his parents were coming home, and he needed to clean up after a house party.
“Oh my gosh!” she laughed out loud. “Don’t worry about that, he wants me to get married, are you kidding?” She squeezed his hand and picked it up, kissing his knuckles. “But, maybe we’ll just wait in the car for him to come out. I don’t want him to figure it out while I’m at the door because he’d know something was up.”
“You never could keep a secret,” he laughed as he navigated the streets throughout the old neighborhood in this little beach town. The street Tony lived on was made up of old cottages. Some were in disrepair, while others were obvious flips, belonging to new generations of beach combing dwellers.
“That’s it, right there,” Tara pointed out an old white bungalow, with a chain-link fence around it and the porch light on. “I’ll text him we’re here,” she said, watching the door for Shawn. They were late and she knew he might be restless to go home.
Pete leaned over to give her a kiss. Her eyes sparkled as she turned her head to see the screen door open. “See ya dad,” Shawn exclaimed, let it slam behind him as he ran down the sidewalk to the car.
The back door of Pete's Dodge Charger was unlocked, so Shawn opened it and threw his bag on the farthest seat and got in.
“Hi Shawn, I’m Pete,” he said, and turned around to shake the boys hand. “It’s really good to finally meet you.”
“Hey Pete,” Shawn said, and awkwardly shook his hand. “Yeah, mom talks a lot about you,” The look on his face told Tara that she didn’t have to keep him away so long. “Are we getting dinner? Because all I’ve had are the hot dogs Tony made about three hours ago and I’m hungry.”
Pete and Tara decided not to tell Shawn about their happy secret yet. It could wait. For now, it was about having dinner and Pete spending some time getting to know Shawn.
ooOoo
After dinner at The Driftwood Kitchen, Pete decided to take his future family down the coast on highway 1, then up through old Laguna and down the canyon to Tara’s house. They’d had a great time at dinner and Pete and Shawn were instant friends, pleasing Tara immensely.
“Hey, you guys should go to that,” Shawn said, pointing at a sign. “The Pageant of The Masters, I heard that old people like it,” he teased.
“Hey, squirt, we’re not old,” Tara laughed and playfully swatted at him from the front seat.
“Oh, yeah, your mom is a lot older than me, didn’t she tell you?” Pete joked as he watched the road ahead of them.
“Oh, you’re super funny, Peter Gates!” Tara socked him on the arm.
“Ow!” flinching, he smiled and rubbed his arm. “Dang woman, that hurt!”
The mood in the car was one of mutual happiness as they turned the corner onto Tara’s street. Pete had been there before, just not while Shawn was home. She wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to leave again before she let them meet. She remembered the pain of losing him and didn’t want to put Shawn through any of that.
“Are you coming in with us?” Shawn asked, innocently as he grabbed for his backpack and opened the door.
“Uh, no man,” Pete smiled and glanced at Tara. “But I will be back tomorrow, so I’ll see you then.”
“Ok, cool,” the red headed thirteen year old waved goodnight and went into the house. Tara leaned into the window on the drivers side, her face intimately close to his.
“Well, that went really well.” A smile widened his face as he looked at her. The light from the streetlight illuminated his face and she could see the wrinkles on his forehead from too much sun.
She brushed back his hair with her fingers as the cold moist air from the ocean breeze raised goosebumps on her bare arms and shoulders. “Yes, it really did. I wish you could stay. I don’t want to sleep without you tonight,” she pouted. “But, I don’t know how Shawn would really take it. He’d act like it was okay, but he’s a kid and I’m not sure he’d really understand.”
“I know, babe,” Pete said. “You know what I see right now?” He asked as if it were a riddle.
“No, what?”
“I see my future, and it looks pretty good. I can wait. I love you and that’s all that matters.”
Tara stood with her arms crossed trying to warm herself from the cold night air. The street she lived on was an older neighborhood, but it was clean and well manicured. The lights on the front porch flickered. “I think he’s trying to tell me something,” she laughed.
“Or he’s teasing us,” Pete looked over and saw Shawn in the living room window, laughing.
Tara leaned in the car, put her hands on each side of Pete’s face, and kissed him with passion. Pressing her tongue against his she knew if they continued she would not go in the house. “I love you.” She was glowing with happiness as she gazed into his eyes.
“I love you, too.” Pete smiled, caught in her gaze. “Maybe I could just sneak into the back door later, and we can just tell him I got there really early?”
Tara considered it, “Oh, how I’d love that!” she gave him that silly grin he loved.
“Seriously,” he said. “I’ll be very quiet, we can just cuddle.”
“Ok, but park over across the street and give me twenty minutes.”
“Oh, babe, I was kidding. Are you sure?”
She wasn’t, but she knew that she didn’t want to sleep alone tonight. “Hell yes, go park and come to the back door in twenty minutes.” They felt like teenagers sneaking around like this, and it was sort of exciting. Pete smiled and started the car.
ooOoo
With his car parked across the street, Pete hurriedly snuck around to the back door of her house, making as little sound as was humanly possible. Peeking through the glass window on the kitchen door, it occurred to him that if a neighbor saw him they’d surely call the police and report him as a peeper.
“Get in here,” she said, smiling as she pulled him through the door. Like magnets, they wrapped themselves up together in a warm hug, as he kicked the door closed with his foot. The sexual tension had locked them together in a passionate embrace.
Pete could feel the rise in his jeans and the blood causing his manhood to become engorged. He wanted her so badly; there was no way he would be able to wish his erection away.
“I thought we were just going to cuddle,” she teased, reaching down over his crotch to rub the bulge inside his jeans.
Cuddling was not going to be an option, and all that she wanted to do at that moment was unzip his pants to reach in and fondle his already engorged member.