4.xx -
Heaven Knows, Donna Summer
My Mary was my greatest love, but not my best. I had an affair that lasted over 40 years with the first girl i ever kissed. Betsy moved to Salem about the time i did (12 yo). Immediately smitten, i passed all her tests, impressed with my quests, gave her my very bests until she'd have me. I was never what she was looking for but became what she had to have every now & then and counted delicious moments with her as a result for the half-century hence.
My little Bardot grew from the prettiest girl in school to the sexiest woman i've ever known. To this day, she absorbs all the light & musk in any room and, like a Star Trek creature, the sex of life just makes her stronger. She found her Hemsworthy swain in college and he swept her away to the mountains of New Mexico. Seeking to cure my li'l Bardot of her princessness, this cad took off to Old Mexico with another chick in the commune. Her reaction was to call & invite me out as his replacement. I was thiiiis close to breaking out big in comedy (had to fly back to NY, in fact, to audition for the 2nd cast of SNL is how big) though the pressure was giving me ulcers, but it didn't take much more than my Bardot's call to get me to drop it all.
Cad came back, she forgave him and i was left to console myself with the other 28 playmate-quality commune chicks. Woe was me! Lil Bardot & Cad Hemsworthy eventually moved to Santa Fe & married and i moved to Albq (yes, you know why - close enough for trouble). Sure enough, after each indignity she'd suffer @ Cad's hands, she'd call her eunuch and offer to show him a good time. First it was rendezvoux at a secret hot spring in the mts then, when we both got disco fever, twas nights of electric floors, atomic powders and orgasmic stops at the local soak & poke. For much of the 15 years after i moved to NYC, then Reno, any call from NM would find me at the airport within hours, salivating at tryst's promise.
Our infamies continued until she got divorced not long after my Mary died. Kismetical as that might seem, i knew that Cavalier Servente was not a vice-presidential kind of office and i would not be re-installed as her pudding until my li'l Bardot had wrangled a new steady meal. By then, quitting all my addictions had got me too fat and i only received a few pity indulgences after that.
Sorry, but that all is as succinctly as i can put it (a paragraph per decade aint really that bad). Of all those moments, my favorite is sitting together on the rocks of our secret spring or the slimy edge of a hired hottub, singng either Peaches & Herb's
Reunited or the above before/after diving into the essence of the other. Heaven knows, it feels so good. mmmm