Once I managed to pull myself out of the nap and rediscover the land of the living, I pulled myself out of bed and went to the door. I opened it and flinched a second time as the door was pushed open with such force that it nearly sent me reeling. My hand came up defensively, shielding my face from a nasty smack when arms flung around my neck and soft lips settled on my own. With shock, I initially tried to pull back, but the pattering of kisses was so adamant, that as I realised who the soft lips belonged to, was unable to resist them. Tami walked into the room, kicked the door shut with her shoe heel and willed me to the bed, her gentle lips and minty breath urging me backwards.
The back of my legs struck the bed and we fell backwards onto it, Tami hanging onto me with her thighs as we did. She was slowly opening and closing her eyes, almost as if to confirm I was still there. At that moment, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I would rather be. She smelled amazingly sweet, like candied almonds, or raspberry jelly. I wanted to lap her up. Her touch was gentle yet urging, willing me to take my clothes off and take hers with it. We were naked in what seemed like a whirlwind of kisses and fondling, the tingling of excitement feeling electric. And as I entered her for the first time, listening to the moan of her desire, feeling her fingernails gently find grip in my back, her own back arching up to meet me, I took us to a place of such an intense pleasure few people are able to reach. Our climaxes came almost simultaneous, her moans erupting a short moment before the sound of her peak bringing me to mine. It felt so incredibly deep, her hotness engulfing me, clinging to me, refusing to let go.
I had wanted to be with Tami for as long as I could remember. And as I lay there, holding her closer than I ever had before, the woman I had loved for 20 years, was finally laying exactly where she belonged. And for the first time in forever, the smile on my face felt real.
It was a night of passion that I had never imagined in my wildest dreams. At some point in the middle of the night, I was woken to the feeling of inquisitive fingers gently probing around in my boxers. She had already primed me for another go and when Tami climbed on top of me, her own excitement allowed me to enter with incredible ease. She felt like satin, her pace quickening with a steady low moaning, my own excitement building to the sound of her. When it was finished in a detonation of tingling that seemed to go on and on forever, she rolled off and lay beside me, her head resting on my chest. I held her tight, one arm around her neck, gently rubbing the top of one buttock. It felt so incredibly erotic for me, I cannot explain just how intense it was. But when I saw a familiar scar on the top part of her arm, a near perfect hole of missing flesh, reality snapped me back to the present.
5.
When I awoke the next morning, I first wondered whether it had all been some intense fantasy that I finally dreamt about with such a virtual clarity. The bed lay empty beside me, no evidence Tami had ever been in my room. But at almost the same moment I was about to get up and make sure it hadn’t been a dream after all, the door to my room opened and Tami came in, carrying a breakfast platter, complete with newspaper, and set it on the bed before me. Her smile was almost as long as her incredible legs. She leant in, kissed me and asked how I slept.
“Sleep was OK,” I said, then pulled her on top of me and said, “but the dreams were amazing.” I began to kiss her, undress her and pull her back into bed. A few moments later, our passion peaked a third time and the beginning of a new day had never been better.
6.
Tami left around 7, flashing me an incredibly cheeky smile as she closed the door. I felt something that I hadn’t felt in such a long time. I don’t know whether it was love, maybe something between incredibly powerful like and lust. I had been attracted to her for years, that had never been a secret, but finally having her the way I had her that morning and the previous night, was something close to fulfilling an incredible longing that had been building over time. Last night, I finally fulfilled the longing. I wanted her, not just for the act of love but more. I wanted to listen to her, learn her emotions, her feelings, her joys. Understand her passions, her hobbies, things she loved to do and the things she loathed. Right there, at that moment, it was like I ached to know my best friend, and yet I knew hardly anything about her. We had shared such a powerful nightmare together, tried to build a life afterwards but failed. I was lying on my back, one arm behind my head just staring at the ceiling, thoughts running through my head, thoughts of times long past.
7.
The recollections of that night, the one that saw the demise of a monster, came flooding back once I opened the gate, the memories dancing in my mind. I remember the flashing red lights of the approaching patrol car, the moist air that hung heavy over the paddock, the crunch of bone as boot connected with Lightman’s nose, the groan of trepidation coming from the man lying before me. I remember hearing the girl sobbing as her father carried her
