Laura's Big Win (42 page)

“Yep, he did, but there isn’t a cabin
attendant to disturb us, so we’ll have to rather fend for
ourselves. Still, I don’t want you to get dishpan hands or anything
like that; at least not today. The drudgery of husband and family
will be back soon enough, okay? Besides, this is all part of the
package I booked for the three days before the kids join us. Come,
sit by me, my wife, and we’ll see if there are any libations in the
cooler.”

The two of them had settled into
separate seats for the take-off, but now reseated themselves toward
the back of the cabin on a plush sofa. Ryan popped open what
appeared to be a footstool fastened to the floor for security, but
in reality was an ice cooler, from which came a bottle of her
favorite wine and two chilled glasses. Pleased as she was, she had
come to expect things like this from this man, who seemed to take
so much pleasure in surprising and pleasing her. While they sipped,
cuddled, and chatted about the events of the day, their future and
what it might hold for them, the sleek jet made short work of the
run to the Caribbean resort he had selected. It was not the largest
resort, and probably not the fanciest, but it was the warmest in
personality and rife with amenities large and small that put a
polish on the experience many other resorts could only envy. The
beauty of the plane was that nowhere was very far away at those
speeds, and in not much more than an hour, they were descending out
of the night sky, braking hard on the somewhat short runway, then
rolling to a stop a brief distance from the terminal itself. The
flight time had been well spent as they engaged in some talking,
but mostly just enjoying the closeness of the other, kissing,
holding, touching, gentle and caring in how each approached the
other. Few words were needed to explain what activity lie ahead
during the night; both knew, both anticipated, and much for the
same reason.

At the airport, they thanked the
aircrew for a great flight, and were ushered into a waiting
limousine. Laura thought it quaint, almost condescending, that they
were addressed by the driver, as well as the bell crew, as “Boss
Man” and “Boss Lady”. She noted in her mind to ask Ryan if that was
an island custom or just at this resort. The facility itself was
beautiful, small enough for personalized service and large enough
to have everything available, and then some. Their minimal luggage
was portered to the top floor, the penthouse, converted for the
moment into the bridal suite by changing to mostly white décor,
with plenty of flowers. Again Laura was both bemused and flattered
by the “Boss Lady” title with which she was addressed. Ryan seemed
to take it all in stride, paying off the bell crew as they backed
out, carefully placed the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign on the doorknob.
and closed the entrance door.

The suite, beautiful in its own right,
was made more so by the flowers and other amenities. The luggage
had carefully been placed on stands in the master bedroom. Ryan had
been adamant about the amount of luggage they brought along. His
reasoning was not at all illogical; he said that unless they lived
on an island all the time, most of their clothes would not be
appropriate for resort wear and therefore she should not pack much.
They would acquire what they needed as they went along. Any
unpacking could wait until morning since it was getting a little
late and there was still one thing Laura wanted to do, in bed, with
this man, on their wedding night. Later she would recall thinking
to herself what an incongruous situation she had managed to place
herself in: here she was with two children, about to go to bed with
a man she loved very much, and her actual bedtime experience was so
limited she didn’t really know what to do to please him, or really
how to start down that road. Maybe a quick shower would help, and
on the reasoning she needed to “freshen up” a bit, she retrieved a
small package from Wendy’s Works and retreated momentarily to the
“her” shower room. Shower over quickly and now clad in what
amounted to not much more than a postage stamp sized area of actual
material, she looked at herself in the mirror, blushed at what she
saw, strengthened her desire to gratify her husband, and donning
one of the luxurious robes while waiting for the right moment to
show off her wares, she went back to the bedroom.

Anticipating with much desire about
what was to come, Ryan said he also would jog through the shower,
then they could begin the rest of their live together. Robe wrapped
around her, Laura lay down on the big bed, trying to decide how to
go about this. It wasn’t a seduction by any means; both of them
wanted this moment, and had patiently waited until the time was
right in every respect. Both were mature adults, both had agreed
that birth control was something they would talk about later; for
now, they agreed to not concern themselves about that issue. She
also considered the smell of fresh coffee that permeated the room,
and the brightness of the light that shown through her eyelids.
That didn’t seem to make any sense at all, and she was not quite
ready to make love in the light since to date all of her experience
had been in the dark of night. Trying to understand what was going
on, Laura opened one eye slowly, not realizing how long she had
been soundly asleep, and saw…..

Ryan Williams had indeed jogged through
the shower, with visions of this beautiful, physically very
attractive, and probably scantily clad woman of his dreams waiting
in bed for him. Roger had been right about one thing for sure:
there was a testosterone rush in Ryan Williams he had not felt in a
long time, and he would have to pace himself through stern self
control for fear he would rush things when he wanted so much to be
gentle and caring, making love not just having sex. Having quickly
considered all that, minimally clad himself, he returned to the
bedroom with growing anticipation, to find this beautiful wife of
his…..sound asleep in the middle of the bed. Ryan Williams was a
wise, thoughtful man, and one of his dreams was that when they made
love, they would not be two people, but one person in two bodies,
each acting for the benefit of the other, and he also knew this
first time would have to wait a few more hours. Carefully lying
down beside her for the first time as her husband, he gently
covered her, and was rewarded when she rolled to her side, pressing
against him, and in her dreams wrapped an arm around him. The
passion would be delayed a few hours.

Laura’s slowly opened one eye and saw a
man in a white robe sitting in the other room, sipping coffee and
watching her. She was apparently still attired as when she climbed
into the bed, robe and all, and now had a warming cover over her.
It was bright because the sun was streaming in through the shaded
windows. The dawn had arrived full throttle into a bright, crystal
clear tropical day. Worn down by the events of her wedding day, the
new Mrs. Williams had fallen fast asleep on her wedding night. As
the realization crystallized in her mind, Laura felt a deep feeling
of failure within her, a hollowness, and the tears started down her
cheeks. The man at the table, seeing her stirring herself awake,
rose, came into the bedroom, and sat on the bed beside
her.

“Good morning; I love you.” Ryan said
as he began gently kissing away her tears.

“Oh, Ryan, how can you love me? I fell
asleep on our wedding night when I wanted so very much to be so
good for you and everything and…..you should just beat me. Now our
wedding night is over and I messed it all up and…..”

“Hush; you aren’t a failure. Everything
is fine, trust me; I still love you very much, and beating you is
not what I have in mind. You just needed a little nap, and it
didn’t hurt me to catch some zzz’s either. But, look at it like
this: we’ve been married less than 24 hours. So, technically, it’s
still our wedding day, right?”

“Yes, it is, if you say so. I just feel
so bad about this.”

“That’s okay, no harm done. So, we
agree it’s technically still our wedding day. Now, if it’s light
here, it has to be dark somewhere else; right? See? It’s still our
wedding day, and somewhere it’s night, so what’s the problem, Mrs.
Williams?”

“How do you always make things somehow
go right for us? I really screwed up this time and I still feel
pretty bad about it, and I know you’re going to make me feel
better; maybe just a small beating?”

“Nope, no beatings, but I’ll tell you
what I’d like to do about this. Better yet, I’ll show you. Move
over and make room for me. Wanna make a tricycle motor?”

“A what….a tricycle
something?”

“Shut up and kiss me. I’ll explain
later”

In the course of the next hour, Ryan
and Laura Williams would learn much about themselves, and about
each other. Moreover, Laura Williams finally came to understand
what many other women her age already knew quite well: in broad
daylight, aided and abetted by a loving man who was wise in many
ways, and who understood that she had never before experienced true
love at this level. It was not all one sided. Laura had always
seemed a little reluctant in physical love, even after she had
offered herself to him in the boat the night he had proposed. He
understood she did that as an act of love. What he didn’t
understand was that this woman had a decade of frustration bottled
up inside her, a decade of always wanting more and never receiving
more, and eventually a developing belief that there was something
very wrong with her psychologically or physically, or something as
yet undefined. There was always that feeling of climbing the
mountain, but never reaching the top and always sliding back in
frustration without seeing the other side. Today, however, she met
a mountain man named Ryan; he would climb with her, helping her
when the way was unclear. To his credit, and pleasure, when the
mist was cleared from blocking her way to the top, he could see not
a mountain to be scaled, but a volcano of frustrated passion. It
was not to be feared for its explosive power, but guided, it’s
beauty understood for what was happening to Laura for the first
time.

In the afterglow, lying pressed full
length against full length, arms and legs intertwined, neither
could find words, or even needed words, to explain what had
happened. When breathing and heart rates were somewhere back toward
normal, in a very small, almost little girl voice, Laura finally
broke the silence, if only barely above a whisper.

“Ryan, was I….was it….you
know….okay?”

“No, you were….. I can’t describe how
great you were for me, and I think maybe things went pretty good
for you; at least I tried to make things go good for you, but then
everything just sort of took off, and there wasn’t much I could do
but hang on.”

“That’s just it. I don’t know what
happened to me. All of a sudden every nerve in my body just
exploded and all I cared about was that you didn’t stop making love
to me. I think I just went totally crazy for a while. Do you
think…..is there something wrong with me? Do you think that will
ever happen again? I just don’t understand what
happened.”

“Whoa; so many questions. Look, I’m no
expert here but I know a few things. I know that what happened for
us never happens at all for some people. I know that I don’t make
love to you; I make love with you, and always will. I’m pretty sure
this will happen again, if you want it to; we can make it happen,
and next time you’ll understand and it will be even better. I know
as my lover, you are a partner most men only get to dream about. In
fact, I can’t wait to tell the guys around the shop how great you
are in bed!”

“You…..you wouldn’t really do
that…..would you?” Laura’s voice actually sounded a bit fearful as
she asked.

“No, of course not. What happens
between us in our bedroom is between us, only us, but I do have to
tell you that you are really, really strong when you get.....well,
you know what I mean.”

“
I didn’t hurt you or
anything like that did I? I didn’t mean to; it’s just that it was
so overpowering and I knew I didn’t want to stop.....couldn’t stop.
I’ve just never, ever…..I can’t explain what happened. Do you
really think it might, we might, make it happen again?”

“I think so, but I think I need to run
through the shower again; that was quite a workout, and I think
maybe we should order in some breakfast, and maybe some
mega-vitamins; I have a feeling I’ll need to keep up my strength
for the next few days, now that you know how things are supposed to
work. Okay?”

“Do you have any idea how much I love
you, just for being you. And if it never happens again, you took me
to places I’ve never been, and I thank you for that. I am willing
to slave over a hot telephone all day to order you some breakfast,
and then I probably need a shower myself. Your breakfast
preference, master?”

“Tell you what: we’ll order, but it’s
already a little after nine. Call for delivery at say 9:30,
okay?”

“Yes, master.”

Placing their orders and specifying
delivery time, Laura replaced the handset and asked “Me
next?”

“Nope; you now, with me, in the shower.
I’m only at 237 and have a lot of intensive studying to do.
Okay?”

“I’ve never…..I guess…..I love you;
teach me. But what in the world are you counting? I don’t
understand.”

“Do you remember that soap commercial
about people having 3000 body parts? I’ve been checking yours
pretty closely. I have a long way to go, but everything I’ve seen
so far has been great, and I want to count some more;
okay?”