Page 21 of The River in Spring
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Dove
The sky has darkened to deep purple and tangerine, and the wind has picked up. Its low long whistle reaches across the field. Time has been stuck on sex o’clock, but my guess is we’ve been out here for three or four hours. A ladybug just flew off my chest, where she had found a soft landing and a good view of the show. A signal to go inside.
Nobel reaches out a hand and pulls me upright. I feel the effects of having been naked and not afraid in the elements. The afternoon sun left its mark on the bits of me not used to exposure. There is a knot in my hair, the size of a golf ball, at the back of my head. It was made tight by the back and forth rhythm of head against ground while being ravaged. Rats would find it a good nest. Bits of grass are imbedded in my knees and ass. And I’m sure my lipstick is smeared off and whatever makeup I wore long gone.
But he is looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
“The property is properly christened now,” he says, bringing me close for another kiss.
When my eyes show doubt, he continues. “It’s true. I’ve always been able to make it to the house.” He chuckles.
“I need water. And a comb,” I say, touching my knot.
“I need to piss.”
“Why don’t you do it? You’re not going to be arrested for peeing on your own land.”
He doesn’t need more encouragement. Making a half turn, he gets to it. I’m watching the penis. This time it has nothing to do with sex.
The professor in me comments. “Very interesting.”
A laugh proceeds his words. “Haven’t you ever watched a man taking a piss before? Am I your first?”
Now I laugh. “No! You do not hold that honor,” I joke. “But it looks like there’s two streams coming out. What’s up with that?”
Giving it a shake, he shows me the evidence. “Didn’t you notice?”
There are two distinct holes at the tip of his cock. When I look closely, it is really one with a connection of skin in the middle, which makes for two streams.
“Magic.” I say it using jazz hands.
“Come on, Houdini. Let’s go to the house.” A shake finishes the job. “You can continue the tour of my penis there.”
Continue? Lordy. The man has stamina. He notes my expression.
“Don’t you want to?”
I slap his naked ass with my open palm. “I do!! After a shower and some food. We must have burned off ten thousand calories.”
“That’s my girl.”
As warm water streams overhead, over my hair, and down my back, I think about our arrival at the house. When Nobel came in the front door, my carry on in tow, Maudie’s greeting was so sweet. It brought tears to my eyes. The wagging tail and whine of happiness told us her feelings. Her breath was slightly labored as Nobel bent to comfort his friend. I could tell it bothered him.
When he asked me to go ahead and shower first while he gave the dog her medications, it was no surprise. He put Maudie ahead of himself and before our passions. Good man. I could see how much the dog relies on him. Seeing fear in an animal’s eyes is heartbreaking. It reminds me of my grandfather’s gaze at the end. There is a stare that looks different. Even the strongest man I have ever known was a little afraid of the approaching storm. I guess most of us will be in the last days. Sigh.
Turning off the water and stepping out, my toes grab at the plush bathmat. The thick white towel waiting in the towel warmer envelopes me. I dry my body then wrap it around my hair.
This solid white terry robe I pilfered from Nobel’s closet, per his instructions, wraps me and dries the remaining beads of water. It looks like an elf is wearing the giant’s clothes.
Hearing Nobel’s footsteps gives me a few seconds to prepare. I untie, hold the lapels of the robe and get ready to flash him. I strike an innocent pose. As soon as he enters the bathroom, I whip it open then just as quickly close it, retie and giggle at my own play.
“Hey now! Hands down that’s the best view in the house. Fuck the mountains and river.”
But he’s wrong. What I’m looking at is a visual wonder. He stands in his briefs carrying a tray of food for us. There’s a delicate wildflower trying to stand tall in a glass. Nobel’s hair has not been combed yet. He’s still barefoot. It looks fucking hot. And more than anything the expression he wears is a reflection of my own state of mind. Happy. Simply happy.
It is magic when you feel your own over the top, all consuming pull being returned. I had not felt this before. I felt it coming at me a few times. I felt whispers of it from me now and then. But never have I been a binary star in the heavens.
