“Tawney, my dear! I’m so glad we could to this. I could hardly wait to see you,” she said, as she kissed her fingers and placed them on my cheek, “there, that’s a down payment!”
She used my website names in public as we agreed. I used her real name since using a different for her in public might raise some questions.
“I know, my sweet. I could hardly do my work this morning knowing I would be seeing you.” I couldn’t hide the glee in my voice, “I’ve missed you SO much!”
“The feeling is mutual, I can assure you,” she said, the twinkle in her eye verifying that, “I have been SOOO busy. I can hardly count the places I’ve been to perform. There are more than a few pieces, ‘Romances’, that I play, thinking of you. My audiences love them! If only they knew the love behind them…but…you know.”
“Juliette, you were so brave ‘coming out’! My heart melted when I saw your announcement. You were beautiful and strong..and I loved it…I love YOU!” I said, with love.
“It was the right thing to do, Tawney,” her voice was firm, “and I hope you know that I was thinking of YOU when I did it. In fact, you were the reason I did it! How could I love you like I do and not speak my heart? It was YOU that moved me, changed me, made that possible.”
I felt my body heat up, my skin flush, and my vagina moistening. How could I contain myself with this wonderful woman across from me? I wanted to take her home, get her naked with me, and ravish her body for the rest of the day.
Juliette looked at me and said, “I know what you’re thinking, Tawney. Yes, I would like to do that too…you see? I know! Soon…we can do that soon..I promise!”
My heart ached but we had catching up to do and…well….we had lunch to eat.
It was a wonderful meal, made better because I was with my love. We laughed and chatted like a couple of teenagers. She told me about her concerts and I told her about the crazy gay I worked with. And then it came around to Decker I could do nothing else but be honest with her. I could not…would not..lie to my precious Juliette. Besides, telling now would be easier than concealing things and have a worse time telling her later and then telling why I hid it.
“Juliette, I must tell you,” my voice quavered a little, “that boy I mentioned to you, the college lad…he has been experiencing PTSD from his time in the Army and he has turned to me to support him. I don’t know, maybe I’m a mother figure, being so much older than he is. Maybe it IS Oedipal! But he has become closer to me we have had mutual sex which, frankly, has been enjoyable.
“I just want you to know about that development. But I also want you to know that there is nobody closer to my heart than you are. You ARE my heart. If you were to tell me that he should be gone from my life, he and I would be over by 5:00PM. I love YOU, never forget that!”
Juliette’s eyes misted over as she said, “Tawney, Tawney, do you think my love for you would ever stand in the way of you being happy, however it might happen? My love for you won’t disappear or even dim if you share your love with someone else woman or man! In fact it will be stronger because I know you will be happy. We are together even when we are apart; we are together even if we have other loves. I love YOU, Tawney…nothing will change that!”
I kissed her good-bye saying, “My adorable Juliette, I love you. I can’t wait until we are together again. What we share is special. I want to share it with YOU, my love.”
Juliette kissed me back, “How could I say it better, my dearest love. Adieu’ my sweet!”
When I got back to the office, Gar was there to greet me, “So, how was lunch. How’s aunt Mathilda?”
I snapped back, “She’s NOT my aunt, she’s not Mathilda! It’s Ernestine, she’s 87, and she’s getting senile…thank you very much. Now let’s get back to work!”
Juliette was on my mind all the way home. I thought that, unless she was giving me the biggest snow job ever, she had given me permission to fuck Decker. I had pangs in my heart about that too. Juliette is so precious I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt her. By the same token, Decker was precious to me too and I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt him either. Am I on the “razor’s edge” here, or WHAT?
I stopped at the drug store and bought a package of condoms.
To Be Continued