Chocolate Vanilla Sweets

Chapter 8

"What are you going to do with all this food?" Sue asks after we are done eating.

I am hoping you will take most of it off my hands. Share it with your neighbors or something." I reply.

"I can do that. I'll give it to my medic friends who are still in town. They'll love it, especially the panzanella! Give my compliments to the chef," Sue laughs.

"Glad you enjoyed it. I will!" I tell her, as we clear the table.
While eating, Rufus was always by Sue's feet. She fed him throughout the meal. And while in the kitchen, he follows behind her, wagging his tail. I have never seen Rufus so enthralled with one of my female friends. He gets bored with them pretty quickly. But not Sue. My dog has extremely good taste in women. I am putting things away and out of the corner of my eye; I see Sue checking me out. I pretend not to notice. I work out a lot. My muscles are relaxed but visible beneath my clothing. I am accustomed to ladies' attention. But feeling Sue's eyes on me is a real turn on. My eyes meet hers, and she shifts her stare immediately. I smile because she's such an open book. The eyes being the windows to the soul is not a cliché in our case. As kids, we've always been like that. We knew what the other was thinking just by making eye contact.

I pull her from the kitchen unto one of my many sofas. We are in the space designated for my office. Rufus jumps in the sofa, nestling himself between us. I shake my head, "No boy, you've stolen my date's time all night." I pick up Rufus and take him to the kitchen. I pour his favorite dog snacks unto a plate. Hopefully, munching on these will give Sue and I some alone time. I give Rufus a little pat on the head while he eats, then grab two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine before heading back to the sofa. Sue, sits, looking beautiful and serene, admiring the brightly lit night sky. I take the view for granted, but she's totally enthralled.

"It's been over ten years Sue, and I still want to kiss that mouth of yours." I say, meaning every word. Her eyes cloud with...she attempts to look away. But I gently turn her face to mine and see desire. My lips find hers, gentle at first. Then more insistent. Kissing Sue is like a quenching a well needed thirst. The taste of her gets addictive with each passing second. And I now understand why I've never been able to have a lasting relationship with anyone, why I have always fallen short of committing to any woman. It's her. She's energy, like a current that flows. I need more of her. I run my hands under her top when she stops me. I want to be all over her, and I close my eyes. I pull away.

Sue, nervous, pours herself a glass of wine. "I'm sorry." She says.

"No, no. It's my fault. We can take things slow. No need to rush anything." I tell her.

"I know it's been a long time..." Sue responds, licking the wine from her lips. Her emotions sitting right there in her eyes. I look away, knowing she wants to be kissed and darn it I want to kiss her! I move closer.

"Sue.." I whisper. Sue touches my face, tender. I need no more encouragement. I kiss her again...bruising her lips with my intensity. The wine glass she's holding, spills wine all over my shirt, a little got on my pants. I didn't care, but she did. Sue pushes me away, and I yield. "You need to change your shirt and put it to soak or something." Sue says.

"No, I don't" I tell her with a shrug, removing my top, "I can go shirtless."

Sue stares at my chest, six pack and arms as if in a trance. A slow smile tugs at my lips. I stand slowly and head to my bedroom. There is no doubt in my mind that she's the one. With her, I feel that strange down to earth goodness mirth that I lost many years ago, when I went to college. I forgot what this type of happiness feels like. No wonder she has plagued my thoughts for so many years. A part of me was missing.

I pull on a black Tee shirt, then stop at the restroom before heading back to the office, which is way on the other side of the penthouse floor. On leaving the restroom, I see Sue looking at something. The thing is in her hand and she's deeply absorbed. Whatever she is looking at, it must be pretty interesting. Sue then looks up at the wall, where I forgot to remove a Nazi symbol. Oh rats! I hurry towards her, "Sue!"