I was getting things together to take Cynthia home, and someone rapped on the door of her room. It was an old friend, Mark Compton. Cynthia and I haven’t seen him in years. Cynthia was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed.
“Mark! Holy Cow, come in! How long has it been?” He and I shook hands vigorously.
“Look at you! Jack, I remember when you hired Cynthia, damn I was jealous. And Cynthia – you are as beautiful as ever,” they hugged.
“What brings you back to Richardson? How long has it been, fifteen years?” I asked Mark.
“Thirteen. When I left, a friend got me into surveying and land sales. The surveying is much more lucrative, and there seems to be a lot of movement out here. When the company found out I was from here, they sent me and are setting me up.
“I ran into Maria Timbrook, and she told me about your new family. I had to come by and see both of you.” Mark was looking good.
The nurse came in with my little family; my shirt buttons were flying all over the room. Mark grinned and admired our babies.
“Oh, Jacquelyn is as pretty as her Momma, and Jack, I hope he, well, his old man, ain’t that bad looking,” we all laughed.
“Mark. Have you seen Pam? She has had a rough road since they sent Charlie up the river. The feelings you two had for each other were not a well-kept secret. We all could tell you wanted to be together. I mean, other than Sissy and Charlie. They were oblivious to the world right there next to them.” I was trying to be gentle.
“I will, Jack, I promise. It’s just, well, I don’t know how she feels about me anymore. I guess it’s more embarrassment than anything. I should have kept up with her and when her divorce was – well, anyway. I will go by to see her,”
“Listen, I've taken up too much of your time. You need to get your little family home and comfortable. I will catch up with you later.”
Mark kissed Cynthia on her cheek, and we shook hands. Mark's a great guy but he looked a little sad. I remember when his ex-wife put him through hell during the divorce. But now I can take my world home and begin our life.
We waved to Mark as he walked across the parking lot to his car.
It was wonderful seeing Jack and Cynthia again. It has been way too long. After the divorce with Sissy, I wanted out of this place. I moved out of state and entered a new line of work: survey. Mark T. Compton, Surveyor. Man, the job can get ugly.
I was getting hungry, so I thought I’d stop at the Ole Irishman’s for a burger and a beer. Never grocery shop when you’re hungry. It was so cool to see Charlie and Kenny again. Having Kenny serve me was like old times. Charlie came by my table and sat for a while.
I told him I was moving back into the area. It was almost dead center of the area I covered for the company. I had an office in the city, but the rent was ridiculous. I wanted a house that I could use as an office as well.
I finished lunch and headed for the store to restock my apartment fridge. I could shop through the store with my eyes closed. Nothing had changed, thank God. I was looking for frozen French fries when my cart hit something. I looked, and it was the cart of an attractive blonde.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I was focusing on French fries,” I stammered. Suddenly, my memory shot a name into my brain. Pam, Pamela Franklin. Did I have a crush on her? Unfortunately, we were married at the time and not to each other.
“Mark Compton, good Lord, you have not changed a bit. Are you moving back or just passing through?” Her voice was as soft as a summer breeze.
“I’m moving back in the neighborhood. I’m into surveying, which is very close to the center of my territory. I have an apartment and an office, but I want a house. I can work out of my house without interruptions. How are you doing? Pam, you are as lovely as ever.” My heart was pounding.
“I’m doing good. Charlie got sent to prison for possession with intent to distribute. I divorced him. I did get the house and car. He won’t need it for a long time.” Pam was forcing a smile.
“I’m looking for an assistant. Just someone to do letters and things like that. Those advertisements about using a website for your perfect assistant are a load of crap. I guess I’ll post a help wanted on a social platform and hope.” I didn’t know what else to say. I would have picked her up, thrown her in my car, and taken her home in a heartbeat. I am still crazy over this alluring blonde.
“Well, good luck,” Pam tried to hold back her emotions. We started to go our separate ways.
“MARK, WAIT!” Pam called after me. “Listen, I need a job, any kind of job. I’ll even clean your john or anything. I’m about to lose the house and car. I’m desperate, please, anything.” Pam was near tears.
To make matters worse, Pam knows my feelings for her, and I know hers. I know she is not playing me; she is in deep shit. I don’t believe in Fate, but something brought us to the frozen food aisle for a reason.
“I have an idea. Let me take you to dinner, a job interview, if you will. Dress for the interview; I will pick you up at seven. How does Isabella’s sound to you?” I was trying to act businesslike.
“ISABELLA’S! Ah, well, yes – yes. I’ll be ready at - at seven. I’ll give you my add,” she stopped. She smiled at me, “You know the address, don’t you?”
“Yes. I remember a lot about you, Pam.” We stood there in an awkward moment. Our eyes were locked, and our lips were trying to meet.
At seven o’clock sharp, I knocked on Pam’s door. When she opened the door, I froze. Her long blonde hair curled around her face. Her dark eye makeup accented her pink cheeks and her moist red lips. Her dress had a scalloped neckline, just low enough to make a guy want to crawl between her ample tits.
“So, Miss Franklin,” she stopped me.
“Excuse me, I’ve kept my maiden name, Fisher. Pamela Fisher, if you please,” Her voice was soft, and her eyes twinkled.
“Ah-hem, (clears throat), what qualifications do you have for this job?” My professional voice was losing strength.
“I will do; oh, I mean, I can perform any tasks you require. I’m proficient in different platforms, word processing, spreadsheets, and the like.” Pam’s voice was beginning to quiver.
“And do you have reliable transportation?” I was running out of ideas.
“Yes, for now, but I may have to rely on public transportation soon,” she was looking down.
“Ah, well, yes, we can deal with that later. Would you be available to start Monday?” I asked with the last professional voice I had.
“God – I – I mean, yes. Yes, sir, thank you.” Pam started to cry, and we almost touched our hands across the table.
After dinner, we went to the bar for a nightcap. Pam was still trying to hold back tears, and so was I. We sipped our drinks; I didn’t want the night to end. We filled each other in on our past and other idle conversations. After another one for the road, I drove Pam home.
I opened the car door for her, as she got out she stopped and made sure I could see her satin legs. She smiled at me and blushed. I took her hand and we walked to her front door.
“I will see you at nine on Monday, Miss Fisher?” I asked in a professional voice.
“Yes, nine o’clock sharp, Mr. Compton,” my voice was shaking and so was Pam's.
There was another awkward moment at her door. We wanted to be inside, in bed. Pam is such an alluring woman. I’ve wanted her forever, we were so close, so very close. I kissed Pam on her cheek. Her perfume sent shock waves through my brain, we forced ourselves not to embrace.
Monday morning at eight-fifty a.m. Pam walked into my office. She was dressed impeccably for a business office. We sat down at my paper-littered desk. My filing system leaves something to be desired, but I know where everything is. Sometimes.
“Mark, can I be honest?” Pam asked with a slight grin.
“Sure,” I knew I just gave in.
“You’re a mess. If you will let me, I can make all of this go away, and yet it will be easy to find. But it will take a little time and money. I’ll work for nothing until I get everything in place. If you’re not happy, I will quit and find a way to repay you,” Pam was sure of herself. Oh God, her eyes are beautiful.
Pam went on to explain what she wanted to do. She also knew an old high-school friend who was a wizard when it came to computers. He could do anything; she gave her word. We continued our organizing during lunch. Just as we were leaving the cafeteria, her phone buzzed.
The week flew by. With Pam moving this and adding that all I had to do was go to my meetings. Every afternoon when I got back to the office she had more organizing done and even moved some pictures on the wall.
She was telling me what was changing, and I was very impressed. In the middle of her explanation, her phone rang. I told her to answer it.
“Hello? NO – REALLY OH MY GOD, SURE. Today? After five? Yes, yes, I’ll be there. Oh God, Lorraine, thank you.” Pam ended the phone with a controlled scream of happiness. She kissed her phone a dozen times; then she looked at me.
“Mark – Oh God, guess what! Lorraine sold my house. I close on it today. After work, I’m going to call my friend Cheryl. She said I can move in for a while. Now I can catch up on my car payments,” Pam was beside herself.
“I have an idea. Let me take you home, and you can close the deal. I thought we could go to the Kopper Kettle and celebrate. You can call Cheryl from there.” I was very happy for Pam.
I pulled into her driveway, the realtor’s car was in the drive. When we walked in, Pam was six feet off the ground. We sat at her kitchen table, the realtor had tons of papers for her to sign. Pam was so excited she was shaking.
“Well, Miss Fisher, you are all set. The buyer is not in a hurry to move in so take you time. Now if you will pardon me, I have another house to show.” Pam thanked Lorraine and smiled at me.
Lorraine stopped just as she was about to walk out. She turned to me, “Mr. Compton, here are the keys to your new home. I hope you have years of happiness here.” Lorraine left. Pam stared at me.
“Mark? Did you buy my house? Is this a joke?” Pam didn’t know if she should laugh or cry.
“Yes, I did. Now you don’t have to move.” I let that sink in.
“You, you mean I – you – I,” Pam started crying. “Oh my God, Mark. How can I thank you? I will do anything,” she fell into my arms, crying. “Anything!” Pam continued to sob.
“Let’s go and celebrate. Then we can talk more. I want you to be happy, Pam. I love—(ahem, I cleared my throat)—love to see you happy.” My tongue got tied up.
At the Kopper Kettle Emily showed us to a table. She was very happy to see us, even George the owner came over to the table.
“Are you going to stay for a while, Mark?” Emily asked.
“Yes, I intend to make this my home again. And I have Pam working as my IT lady. She’s a genius.” Pam blushed.
We ordered our drinks and talked a little business. Finally, I reached across the table and took Pam’s hand. “Pam, I want to ask you something; please be honest.”
“Sure, and I promise to be honest,” Pam crossed her heart.
“Can I rent the extra bedrooms from you? One for our office, and the other question is,” I swallowed hard, trying to find the words, “Will you? I mean, I would like to. Oh damn it, I have been in love with you forever. Even when we were married to others. I want to date you and be with you, can I?” I was sweating like crazy.
“Mark. I’ve wanted you since the first time the six of us were here at the Kopper Kettle. I want you more than anything. When we finish here, I want to go to your place and bring your things to my; I mean, your house.” Pam’s palm was damp; her face was flushed.
“Our house, now. I have wanted to kiss you so many times, and I have thought about you the entire time I was gone.” We were holding hands across the table.
Well, it only took you two almost twenty years,” Emily’s voice brought us back to reality.
“Would you like the lover’s special? Two hearts on a plate with chocolate kisses on the side and champagne? Obviously, anything else won’t be enough,” Emily smiled. “The champagne is on me.” She added.
“Veal Parmigiano for two?” I suggested. Pam nodded and blushed.
Pam and I sipped our champagne and talked about us. Of course, the past did come up. Charlie left her virtually penniless. The past hurt Pam which was easy to see. I swore a silent oath I would never put her through that again.
Our dinner arrived and we continued talking about us. We left the past behind and talked about our future. We finished our meal and champagne and said our goodbyes. Pam was anxious to get some of my things at our house.
We made a quick stop at my place so I could grab some things. Pam waited in the car. I was in and out in fifteen minutes like a cat burglar. Now, it was off to our new home.
I pulled into the drive and helped Pam out. She was crying and holding my arm to steady her step. She opened the front door, and I picked her up. Pam nuzzled her head into my neck and shoulder as I carried her across the threshold. When I set her down, we embraced and kissed.
“Mark, I need to freshen up. I’m a mess. I need a shower, and well, you know,” Pam’s blue eyes sparkled.
“I should shower and shave. I want to look good for my lady,” We kissed quickly and went our way.
After my shower, I threw on a shirt but didn’t button it, a pair of shorts, and slip-on tennis shoes. I walked out of my bedroom and surprised Pam in the hall.
“OH GOD GET OUT! Oh, Mark, it’s you. I didn’t hear you I’m sorry. I’m not used,” Pam’s voice trailed off. She still had a vice grip on the towel she was holding.
We stood there staring at each other. I touched Pam’s hands; she released the towel to me. She was staring into my eyes; her breathing was becoming rapid. I let the towel drop to the floor and removed my shirt.
I wrapped my arms around Pam, she moved her hands from covering her tits and embraced me. Our lips slowly met, and our embrace became tighter. Pam was pushing her naked body against my growing cock.
“Mark, I have waited over seventeen years to feel you next to me,” Pam whispered.
I kicked off my tennis shoes and pulled off my shorts. Pam reached down to feel my cock. I reached down and cupped her ass cheeks in my hands. I bent down to lick her tit and then the other. Pam’s breathing was heavier; her body was shaking.
I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom.
