• Kathy’s sitting on top of him, still wearing blue panties, her breasts hanging close to his face. She smiles down at him, with that smile of hers. Sometimes it seems only playful, as if they’re teenagers at a beach party. Sometimes mischievous, telling him it’s really not that bad, anyway not final. Sometimes, as now, evil. As if she knows three times what he knows about life, and one of the things she knows is that they have gone over the edge and he’s never coming back. Practically speaking, Anne’s . . . already a widow. Oh, God.
Kathy holds his face between her hands and leans over to kiss him, sticking her tongue straight down into his mouth. Then she smiles very close to his face. “Robie, sweet Robie,” she says.
He feels breathless, unable to speak, not just from the physical effect she has on him. But also from the confusion in his mind, the way his moods jump. He fumbles with her heavy breasts, finding the nipples. Everything he does feeling evil, wonderfully evil.
I deserve this, he tells himself. It’s the best, it’s everything a man dreams of, and I’ve got it.
She pushes two fingers into his mouth, and he sucks on them. With her other hand she strokes his chest.
She moves her ass around on his hard prick. Then she raises up, slowly, smiling at him, and very delicately pushes the blue fabric aside, and aims his prick up into her. He watches it disappear into the black hair as she settles down on him.
“Uummmmmm,” she says. “I’ve got you now.”
“Oh, yes,” he says, with a strained voice.
“I’m doing the fucking now,” she says.
He nods, okay, okay.
Kathy straightens her back, arches slightly away from him. She seems very tall now. She rises and falls on him, going right to the top of his prick, wriggling on it, making him think it’s slipping out. But she keeps it in her and then drops forcefully down on him.
“Don’t come, Robie,” she whispers down to him. “I want to fuck you for a long, long time. I can’t get enough of you.”
That almost finishes him right there. He gasps, tries to think of something else. The walls of this motel. What the ceiling is made of . . . some kind of sound-proofing material, isn’t it? Some faint voices coming from the TV. . . .
Then she falls over on him, puts her face on his. “Just kidding, lover. Don’t you know that?” The big smile. “You come any time you want. With us, there aren’t any rules. You know that.”
Suddenly she stands up on the bed. Staring down at him for a moment. Then she steps off the bed and walks across the room. She leans against the wall and says, “See?”
“Oh, geez,” he mutters. “Kathy . . . come back.”
“I’ve got to pee.” She pushes her panties down to the floor, then starts toward the bathroom. “Come on in here, I’ll show you something.”
• • •
They’re dressed, it’s almost time to go. Robert can hardly speak. They’re sitting on the edge of the bed, side by side. He puts his right arm around her neck, lets his hand hang by her breast. Even exhausted, he thinks about taking her clothes off, starting over. It’s crazy, he thinks, but it’s a fact. Never mind, this is as calm as I get. I’m doing it. . . .
“It’s the right thing,” he says weakly. “We should get married.” There, the words are out.
“Robie, you’re proposing!”
“Yes, Kathy. I’m asking . . . please marry me.”
“Hey, you! On the floor.” She smiles.
He grimaces as he spins down on one knee before her. “You’re right.” He puts his left hand on her thigh. The other hand finds a small box in his jacket pocket. “Kathy, please marry me . . . as soon . . . when we can.”
She watches him with a sweet and amused smile. Boy, he does struggle, doesn’t he? Took his time, too, like there was some doubt or something. Alright, it’s been tough for him—all I have to do is watch him to know that. And now here he is, on one knee, asking to make me Mrs. Kathy Saunders. Well, I think I might consider it. . . .
“I’d be honored,” she says, more gravely, taking the small box.
“It’s not an engagement ring, Kathy. Uh, you couldn’t wear that yet. . . . It’s just a present.”
Kathy opens the Tiffany box and finds a slim gold bracelet. She smiles at him. “It’s a big wedding ring, isn’t it?”
He nods.
“It’s sweet. And it’s smart. Just what I expect from my man. I am so happy.”
She puts the bracelet on and then hugs him. Leaning into him, knocking him backward. He smells her perfume and feels her breasts on his face and, as they topple over, her soft weight on his chest. It’s right, he thinks. I’m glad I did it.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she says into his eyes. “Yes.”
“Thank you,” he says earnestly. “For everything.”
“We belong together, sweet baby. All our lives were working toward this point.”
“That’s a nice way to think about it.”
“It’s the way I always thought about it.”
He stares, amazed again by her confidence.