Fruits of Patience

“Don’t worry, Lisa. I’ll be there in 30 minutes,” Edward blurted into his phone before hanging up. His drowsy eyes peered at the bedside clock. It read, “5 am, Saturday.”

Edward would have greeted any other caller with expletives, but the guardianship of his late friend Tom’s family mattered to him more than anything else. Rising from bed, he readied himself in record time and reached Lisa’s house. Her ten year old son Mike opened the door and winked. “Hi, Ed. Mom’s going nuts since morning.”

A puzzled Edward walked into the living room and saw a distraught Lisa with her blond hair all disheveled sitting on the sofa. She still looks lovely, he reflected. Plonking down next to her, he queried. “What’s it, Lisa?”

She blew her nose into a Kleenex. “Susan is down with flu.”

A bewildered Edward looked up to see Mike shrug. “Mom’s throwing a Gumbo party this evening. Susan was supposed to help her with the preparations.”

“Gumbo? Now, what’s that…” Edward could hardly complete because Susan started howling.

“I knew it. He doesn’t even know. Only if Tom had been alive,” she muttered between her sobs.

“A party where they serve Gumbo soup. I downloaded some recipes from the net,” offered Mike.

Mike dashed off to spend the rest of the day with his friend, leaving Edward all alone in Lisa’s kitchen, staring at the printout of the recipes. Thankfully, she had bought all the ingredients the previous day. He had already chopped the okra, onions, peppers, scallions, garlic, celery and parsley when he heard a feeble voice behind him.

“Thanks.”

Hunched over the chopping board, he responded. “You’re always welcome, Lisa.”

Feeling her fingers on his shoulders, he tensed and laid down the knife. Their bodies brushed slightly, torturing the length of his skin with tiny sparks of desire.

“I’m sorry for the outburst, Ed.”

Her gentle voice melted his heart, and he turned to face her. Only now he noticed her cream-colored, thigh-length nightie. The low-cut cups offered him a generous glimpse of the upper swells of her breasts. He longed to nuzzle her slender neck and graze her bare shoulders with his lips. The rising tent at the front of his trousers embarrassed him, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from her lush curves.

Suddenly, without warning, she placed her head on his broad chest. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her. “Don’t be sorry, Lisa. I know you miss Tom.”

The smell of her unwashed hair and the warmth of her silky skin suffused his body with delight. Knowing that she could feel his stiffening manhood, he felt embarrassed and withdrew his arms.

“No, continue to hold me, please,” she said.

“You’re my best friend’s wife, Lisa.”

“I have mourned him for two years, Ed. Don’t I’ve the right to live?”

“Of course, you do. I’ve loved you from college, but Tom got luckier.”

“Today, I’m all yours.”

Edward pressed his lips to her and slipped off the straps of her nightie. She unbuttoned his shirt and flattened her palms across his sturdy chest. Unbuckling his belt, she unzipped him and freed his arousal from his underpants. His hands grabbed the soft cheeks of her butt as she grinded her pelvis against his liberated shaft.

Their mouths locked, he carried her in his arms to the living room and deposited her on the couch. Crouching between her thighs, he marveled at the petals of her bald womanhood, glistening with excitement. Their musky odor swarmed his mind with need, and he rolled his tongue over the turgid lips of her labia. Reveling at her ardent sighs, he teased her clit and delved deep inside her vagina.

Her thighs tightened around him, signaling her peak. He lapped up every precious drop of her creamy essence. His tongue snaked up her body and licked her bellybutton. He fondled and pawed her large, but shapely breasts. She twitched when he sucked and nibbled upon her distended nipples.

Mounting between her legs, he framed her lovely face and kissed her sensuous mouth. His body was crying for release and relief came his way when her slender fingers curled around his shaft and positioned the tumescent head at her entrance. Pushing forward, he buried himself within her softness. Her quivering flesh felt as if he had immersed his rod in warm oil. Thrusting inside her with brute force, he erupted within her depths and flooded her womb with his hot seed.

“Thanks for everything, Ed,” she purred.

He kissed her. “Lisa, I want you to be mine forever.”

She responded by entangling her fingers in his hair and kissing him deeply.

Tentatively, he asked, “Can I return to the kitchen? I need to shell five pounds of shrimp.”

She rolled her eyes with mock disapproval. “How unromantic!”

“I promise this will be the best Gumbo party your friends have ever attended.”

The party turned out to be an unprecedented success, with guests scrambling for the last drops of Gumbo from the pots. Lisa’s friends remarked that she had not looked so radiant in a long time. Edward’s attentive presence around her left no one in doubt about the reason.

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