-Memories-
As we pulled up to the recently finished garage, memories of moments past flickered. Kassidy’s halfhearted faith in my DIY endeavors to build the added garage. My time to come out to work on it. The time with Zion playing as I labored away, Kassidy gently rocking to the playful sound of his laughter while on the porch listening to whatever the radio could pick up. The family gathered around a campfire by the lake as we set entertaining Zion’s imagination with our rendition of classic fairy tales. The time away from our parental responsibility to selfishly feed into one another’s starved sex. “Nostalgia at its finest,” I thought to myself, placing the car in park and cutting the engine. Back when it was all so simple, so sweet, before we had to “find” the time for one another. Before… Before I… I… I looked over at Kassidy as she was wrapping up the conversation with her parents. A staggering pain came creeping. I could hear Kassidy cut her mom in mid-conversation to ask if I was okay,
“Yea, Baby, I’m fine. Just a sudden migraine.” I assured her.
“You sure?” The pain must have been affecting my vision because I was sure there was a small crack where the good doctor worked his magic. I closed my eyes to see if I could reset what I was seeing.
“Yea, long drive and thin air, I just need to stretch out.” stepping out of the car, I could hear Kassidy rumbling in her purse. “Hold on, Mom,” I could hear the slight rattle of the pills in the bottle as she reached for them. “Babe, I’m fine,”
“Mhm, and you’re better after you take these.” Kassidy leaned over, handing me four ibuprofen. Unenthusiastic, I took the pills while grabbing the water I had left in my bottle. I tossed the pills back and chased them with the remaining water. I waited a few minutes before moving, and sure enough, the pain faded while Kassidy returned to the conversation with her mom. Knowing these two, it was going to take a little minute, and there was plenty of stuff that needed unloading.
The cabin door closed with a heavy click behind me. Sitting the last of the lugged at my feet just out of the way of the steps. Looking around the living room’s rustic decor, I thought the cabin always looked so different in daylight. It just always seems to capture the daylight in just the right way that lights up the whole living room and kitchen. More upsurges of that warm nostalgia blew over me as I looked into the kitchen. The wall that once stood separating the two areas had long been knocked away for an L-shaped kitchen breakfast bar counter, with the counter being a Sugar Maple natural edge top. All I could do was admire the many times I sat Kassidy on top of that counter, drinking that sweet body wine from her fleshy chalice and passionately loving her until we conceived Zion. The countertop matched the inside stone stairs and fireplace. The steps knurled tree-growth stair rails that lead upstairs to the second floor.
I gave the place a quick inspection, paid to have a cleaning service come out to tidy up the place, and I like to ensure I’m getting my money’s worth. The cleaners came out and had the whole place spick and span, with not a bit of dust in sight. I marveled around at all the fond memories. The paper mâché stars and moon we made the first night here with Zion hung from the ceiling. I smile, coasting down memory lane. The only thing that stained the quaintness of the cabin was the painting that hung over the fireplace. An animal of some kind cleaved in two, I believe this is what those artist types called an “Expression” piece. Kassidy bought it, but due to its terrifying image, I didn’t want it in the house when Zion came around. “Animal mutilation isn’t kid-friendly if you asked me,” I thought aloud. I don’t know what possessed her to buy such a thing without consulting me first, but Kassidy really wanted it, and it was already bought, so what could I do now but let her keep it. We both agree that hanging here, away from young, innocent minds, would be better. Although, honestly, I would have felt a lot better if it were somewhere in the garbage.
Soft hands snaked up my back and then cuffed around my neck.
“Finished talking with the People?”
“Uh huh, so what’s on your mind?” my ears tickled at the lax whisper of her warm breath.
“Memories… Just memories.” I replied, reaching behind with my hands full of her voluptuous ass.
“Feel like making more?” Kassidy asked, licking the sensitive spot behind my ear; my knees would buckle every time without a hitch. I turned, taking hold of her hips, pulling Kassidy into breathing space. No words were needed, just action; our lips braced one another with intense passion.
Kassidy bit my bottom lip while reaching down and stroking my growing member through the constricting denim.
“Tell me, Baby…” With my hand caressing the side of her tender cheek, I stared into her glinting brown eyes. “I love you…” I said, sounding like a starving man. Kassidy just chuckled as she placed a finger on my lips. “No more words…” Kassidy was right. The time for talk was over the moment the front door shut with a heavy click from the world. This was the time for us to make love, fuck, or whatever our sexual desires were. This was for us.