Like Riding a Bike
Like Riding a Bike
We finally had our night of intimacy
I got to Tom’s around six, and the table was set beautifully for dinner, candlesticks and all. I had dropped Hannah and Alfred off at my mom’s and said I’d see them Sunday mid-day. All was good.
I had taken some care to look extra cute. I put on some fun clothes, wore my favorite subtle perfume, and kept everything casual — jeans, my white canvas sneakers, a blue cotton top, my yin-yang necklace, and my hair in a ponytail.
I might have looked good, but Tom looked great. He was wearing his green polo shirt, khakis, and loafers, and his hair was on the messy, fun side. I wanted to run my fingers through it but held myself back.
When Tom met me at the door, he gave me a huge hug and kiss — right on the lips.
“I surprised you by making dinner tonight. Chicken kiev, rice, salad, and wine. I bought us an apple pie, which seemed only fitting given Hannah and Alfred’s play.”
I smiled.
“I guess that given the title, ‘The Apple and Everything That Came After,’ we might be the apple.”
Tom added, “Or we might be what came after.”
I wasn’t sure what we would do first. For so long, we’ve wanted to rip each other’s clothes off, but now, with the chance, we both seemed to want to go easy.
“Ellie, can I play you some Gershwin before we do anything?”
Tom sat on the bench, made room for me to sit right next to him, and then off he went. It was exquisite. He played three songs and said,
“Ok, enough. I just needed to play something for you because piano is so much a part of me. I wanted to share that side of me.”
We got up from the bench, and then Tom kissed me — first my mouth, then my neck, and then I felt his hands under my shirt, reaching to pull my shirt off. We made it to the bedroom and were naked in no time. While nothing was rushed, there was a deep passion from having contained our physical yearnings for so long.
It had been a long time for both of us, which made the pleasure and intimacy of “two becoming one” more special. I joked that I felt I was losing my virginity again, and Tom responded that for him, it was like “getting back on the bike, only you’re much better than a bike.”
It was eleven o’clock when Tom asked if all our frisky play had made me hungry. It had. We got up, ate dinner, threw our dishes in the sink, and went to his bedroom for round two. Tom brought a piece of apple pie for us to share in bed. He took turns feeding me and then caressing me. He told me how beautiful I was “both in and out of clothes, but I like ‘out’ better.”
That made us both laugh, and we laughed throughout the night. It felt like we had been lovers for decades — we were so comfortable with each other — so light, airy, and easy.
When morning came, Tom got up to make us breakfast. I was spent and sore and still wanted more. He did, too.
Eventually, we left his house to take a walk. We had a quiet kind of satisfaction. Neither of us needed to speak, and both of us were extremely appreciative of our night together.
Finally, I said, “Tom, I’m really going to miss you tonight. What will I do?”
“You’ll call me, and I’ll whisper sweet nothings. We’ll figure out when we can do this again for longer. Maybe we will have your mom take Alfred to Baltimore to visit the grandparents. Then we could have three days of this! Just imagine.”
I loved the idea, but that would take time to make this happen.
“Ellie, we’ve got time. We’ve also got passion, but we can manage that. Step by step, we will help Alfred understand that his family is expanding in a way that will benefit him. We will make it work. Alfred and I have a deep connection, and he hears me differently than he hears you.”
Tom was right on that point. Tom wasn’t Alfred’s parent, which seemed to make it easier for Alfred to hear him.
Tom smiled, adding, “Eventually, you and I will share a bed every night.”
“Ok, but does your promise come with apple pie?” I teased.
“Not just,” as Tom stopped and felt the urge to hug me tight.
We came back to the house, and soon, I had to get Alfred and Hannah. We had less than an hour before I headed out.
“Ellie, my sweet, what can I do to keep you happy?”
“Play me some Gershwin and take me back to your bedroom afterward. That combo will leave me with a very sweet memory.”
And that’s just what Tom did.
Like riding a bike, I was back to experiencing sexual pleasures with someone I love, and there was no going back.