Ride to Restoration (Ride Series Book 2) (4 page)

Chapter 6

A
fter
seeing Frank and the boys off to the airport, each carrying a goody bag of
Josie’s fresh baked treats, Vic and I began the process of putting our thoughts
on paper. Getting the Herald newspaper, as well as the local CBC station on
board, should not be a problem because of the very nature of this promotion.
What would be crucial, however, would be the anonymity necessary to maintain
confidentiality and integrity throughout the contest. Using only first names,
or better yet initials, would allow the chosen recipients to be honored, based
solely on the nomination of their children, followed up with due diligence as
to their socioeconomic condition. “A well thought out plan, I must say so
myself,” I mused, trying to pat myself on the back.

Nibbling
on his ear seems like a good way to congratulate him
.
“
Good job, D. Again let me
say two heads are better than one when it comes to working out the privacy
issues that must be maintained.
”
Reaching
under the table, I nonchalantly placed my hand on his inner thigh hoping to
spark an immediate reaction without breaking stride in my conversation.
“
Speaking of privacy issues,
what say we adjourn to the room for a nap?
”
Feigning a yawn,
“
I
’
m suddenly experiencing a
sinking spell and could use a quickie ... I mean a short nap.
”

“
You don
’
t quit, counselor, do you?
”

You
catch on quick
.
“
As
long as I
’
m breathing, you
’
re breathing, nope.
”

“
Come on, Vic, let
’
s take this conversation to
the room. I
’
ll never get Josie
’
s additions sketched out as
long as you
’
ve got your hand rumbling around my crotch and your tongue
finger deep in my ear.
”

Bursting
through the bedroom door, I commanded,
“
lay down on the bed, Vic.
Close your eyes and for once
…
listen!
”

“
Here it comes. Damn you, D, another lecture, another
unfulfilled moment.
”

“Shhh
... You’re beautiful, you’re flaming hot. I want you so bad that I can taste
you. For now, as you so aptly alluded to, would be the time to ravish you, to
give in to my wanton desires and yours. Sex complicates a relationship; lack of
sex complicates it even more. Random, lust filled sex, in my mind, somehow
cheapens it, especially, if you’re not careful. I want us to be careful. That
girlfriend is my, excuse me, our current dilemma.”

I
motioned D to join me on the bed, gently patting the comforter before beginning
my rebuttal,
“
look pal, we
’
re healthy, attractive adults here with normal, biological
needs. You
’
ve already said you want me. You damn well know I want you.
”
Grabbing his hand, I deftly glided his fingers across my
navel, into the depths of my jeans.

Pulling
my hand away,
“
I remember a truism from my mom delivered repeatedly to me
early in life, '
if you play with fire, you
’
re gonna get burned
.' She was right, as usual.
It was never a matter of if, but when. You, my darling, are on fire. If my hand
lingered any longer where you so expertly placed it, we
’
re gonna get burned. I
’
m not sure I
’
m ready for that.
”

What
do I have to do, beg him to get laid?
“
I
am, D. Just go with it. Now it
’
s your turn to close your eyes and ravish me, ravishing
you.
”

Closing
my eyes, I was in a fog, as Vic
’
s hands and lips explored every exposed surface area of my
body. Lost in the moment I thought,
This is
becoming everything I dreamed of with her and more ...
then reality slapped
me squarely in the face. This was not a dream, this was not a fantasy, this was
the heat of the moment and it was my turn to burn. Bolting from the bed, I
tripped headlong over the oval rug that complimented the hardwood floors in our
suite and fell into the emerald green club chair facing Vic.
“
I can
’
t do this right now, I can
’
t.
”

A
woman frustrated, I pulled the comforter over my head and sulked.
“
Damn you, D, damn you.
”

“
Vic, I
’
m gonna tell you another story,
”
I continued, as I walked to my bag and retrieved her
‘
newfound friend.
’
Throwing back the linens, I turned it on medium.
“
Here, girlfriend, use this
if you need to while I
’
m talking to you. The batteries are good to go.
”

Emboldened,
I jumped from the bed and stripped naked before his eyes, addressing my most
immediate needs; while D looked longingly on.
I got him where I want him. He
wants me. That
’
s why he
’
s not looking at me in total
exhibition mode.

With
my jeans now in full tent, I turned away from the spectacle to regain my
thoughts, trying to subdue the lust that was boiling over inside. Over the hum
of the BOA, I continued the narrative that was briefly interrupted by her
stunning, mind numbing nakedness.
“
Remember, when I said sex
complicates and lack of sex complicates even more? I
’
m speaking from experience
and lots of it. Candi called me a slut far too many times. Sadly, there was
significant truth to that moniker.

“I
was a big kid by age twelve. So big in fact that girls spurned me when I tried
to get close. Can you imagine puberty rising in a child like a pressure cooker
on high with no relief valve? I got no relief until I went to Europe on a
spring vacation and lost my virginity to a fourteen-year-old girl.

“After
that, getting laid became my identity. I couldn
’
t ever have enough girls and
they couldn
’
t ever have enough of me. Let me back it up a bit.When I
lost all the excess weight during my fourteenth summer, then the girls took
notice. And take notice they did.

“When
I should have been scoring touchdowns, goals and baskets, I was scoring girls.
Sex consumed me. Not so much the act itself, but the way it soothed the rejections
that had followed me as an overweight, undesirable child.

“I
finally managed to embrace celibacy, somewhere around age twenty, when I
’
d romanced eight girls in
six days and still had a waiting list. I didn
’
t know if I was coming or
going, or where I was supposed to be sleeping from one day to the next.

“I
’
m not bragging. Sadly
enough, sex became an out of control addiction fueled by the rejections of long
ago. In college, I spent a lot of time trying to understand those drives. Study
after study pointed to the same conclusion, the younger you are when you first
experience rejection, the more serious implications it has in your life. So,
here I am, the shattered remains of childhood rejection gone wrong.
”

Just what am I supposed to
say? This is getting emotionally deep. D
’
s trying to get this off his
chest. Bite your tongue, Victoria.

“
With that knowledge, I moved into adulthood, where I met an
awesome girl, managed to settle down, start a family and watch my sons develop
almost into men. Sadly, however, life repeats itself. After twenty-plus years,
the apple of my eye, who I lived and breathed for, began to reject me
repeatedly, just like the girls of my youth.

“
That
’
s where the lack of sex complicates a relationship even
more. Just imagine, the person you worshiped, the woman you adored, suddenly
having no time for you because life and her budding career consumed her.
Besides, her words not mine,
‘
I was old enough that my wants and needs didn
’
t matter anymore.
’
Damn it, they did! Much more than you could ever imagine.
No matter how hard I tried to convince her otherwise, she refused to see me
self-destructing before her eyes.
”

The
slow rhythmic humming of the BOA stopped. Looking directly at Vic, I discovered
that she had modestly covered herself. And by her expression, was composing an
appropriate reply.

How
do I say this and not be mean?
“
You
’
re flawed, D. I get it.
Hell, we
’
re all flawed in some form or fashion. We have good traits
that we pray will gloss over the bad ones. Sometimes they do, sometimes they
don
’
t.
Your generosity covers quite a bit of yours. Today, you
’
ve shared some of your
demons. Guess what, I
’
m not running from them?
”

All
I could do was solemnly hang my head hoping she meant what she said.

“
I can tell by the look on your face, you
’
re not finished, are you? I
suspect you have the all-encompassing random sex theory to explain. Go ahead,
because I
’
m sure that
’
s where I come into this equation.
”

“
Random sex,
”
I
continued in halted breath,
“
is like putting a Band-Aid on a severed artery. It may
limit the blood loss, but only temporarily. The wound is still there, the hurt
is still there, compounded even more so, because you
’
ve never addressed the
underlying problem.
”
Rising
from the bed, Vic, wrapped in the comforter, joined me on the floor beside my
chair.

Laying
my head on his knees,
“
I
’
m sorry I pressured you so much to make love to me. You
’
re a desirable guy and the
last time I looked, I
’
m a desirable girl. That
’
s what we do, or so I
thought, until now. No man, in my sexually active lifetime has ever spurned me
—
never. The harder you teased me and oh so casually pushed
me away, the more I wanted you. I
’
ll tell you a not-so-secret
secret. For me, sex is power. Sex is a weapon. Sex is a self-sharpening tool.
The vagina has and continues to be a WMD. It has brought powerful men and great
countries to their knees repeatedly. Sex is my ally and from wince my power
comes. A life-changing lesson that was thrust upon me a long time ago.
”
There, I said it!

Not knowing whether to stay
on subject, complicated by her bold confessional or continue with her previous
questions, I chose the latter. WMDs, aka, weapons of mass destruction are not
something I dare delve into today.
The chicken in me continued.
“
Fortunately, I
’
ve managed to move on to
some degree. The train wreck of my own making still smolders on the well-worn
tracks of my past. At this very moment, I
’
m still not over Candi. I
’
m surely not over you and we
’
ve yet to become us. There
is a possibility, if the cards fall where they may, there could be an
‘
us
’
in the future, couldn
’
t there? That being said,
why let a sex crazed, lust driven roll in the sack screw us up before we get
started?
”

“
We
’
re screwed up enough, huh D? Just so you know, I
’
m not sure I
’
m ready for all of you
either. I mean, my body is, as you
’
ve so aptly felt, but my
mind may not be. Sometime soon, before we get home, you best hear about the
skeletons jingling around in my closet. After that, you very well may not be ready
for me, either. A fair warning, you
’
ll probably have to get me
in a precarious state to open Pandora
’
s box. That closely guarded
area in my life has been off limits forever. Not even my Ex was privy to it. He
had no flaws, or so I thought, until he did. Then it was too late. By my not
opening up, he found someone who did. Would it have made a difference? I doubt
it. Yet, you
’
ve convinced me in the last thirty minutes, what I
’
ve failed to figure out over
the last thirty-two years, to completely know someone, you have to know where
they
’
re
coming from, even if it means going all the way back to the beginning. It
’
s going to be hard to
unchain my past. I
’
ve buried those memories in the far recesses of my mind as
if they never happened to me, but someone else.
”