The Turning Point

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR - HELP ME REMEMBER HOW IT WAS

Michael

"Go to hell!"
"Hang up, Will!"
The words still echoed in my mind. She was with someone else.
And what right did I have to complain?
I was being a real jerk. I dumped the woman I had been with for years to be with someone else.
I didn't know where she was. The house wasn't for sale, and the coffee shop was still open. Maybe she had traveled. But where to? She only had me.
How could I do this to her? Lisy only had me and no one else.
Maybe now, there's someone else.
I placed my elbows on my legs and my hands covered my face. I had done everything wrong.
I messed up with Lisy. I messed up with Alice. I messed up with myself.
I watched Alice coming home from the market with my son. They were so happy, telling me what they had bought for Sunday lunch.
I felt bad. I wanted to be able to feel as happy as they were. But at that moment, that seemed impossible.
Alice knew, more than I did, that I still thought about Lisy, that remorse was eating me up.
Even so, I refused to leave her. So, she promised to love me anyway and make me remember the love I felt for her.
She was so lovely, beautiful, she could have any man she wanted. But at night, when we were together in our bed, imagining Alice with another man gave me a pain in my chest, a bitter jealousy.
I wanted to look at Alice and move on with her. I wanted to be able to look at her and want to spend the rest of my life by her side, but when I think that I had suggested the same to Lisy, I feel terrible.
We took Erick to sleep at Finn's house, the son of a friend of mine. Their friendship was precious, since Erick had arrived in Boston and didn't know anyone. He made good friends at school, including Finn.
Some time later, Alice and I were at home.
"I'm going upstairs, honey. Are you coming?"
"Huh? Oh, yes... In a bit."
Alice went upstairs, and I went to the cabinet, grabbed my favorite bottle of wine, and took a sip.
"Hang up, Will."
I wanted to get Lisy out of my head. I wanted Alice to do that.
Half an hour later, tiredness was weighing on my body. Alice must have been wondering why I hadn't come up sooner.
I finished the wine and went upstairs.
Untying my tie, I stopped as soon as I looked at the room.
Alice had taken a shower. Her wet black hair fell forward as she leaned over to put lotion on her legs. The thin, short, transparent nightgown revealed her body under the soft light of the bedside lamp.
She was even more beautiful than I remembered. So young and in love in those early days. But now, she had become a woman. Beautiful, curvy, with her lips still full, as before.
When she raised her head, pulling the strands of hair from under the strap of her nightgown, I saw her breasts perk up slightly. She was perfection.
Her face turned white when she saw me standing at the door, then blushed.
"I didn't see you there."
I said nothing. I couldn't. Not in front of that vision.
I finished untying my tie and approached her.
The floral scent of her perfume, mixed with the fragrance of her hair, intoxicated me.
I ran my hand over her neck, and I felt her skin tingle. The soft skin slid under my fingers, and my body warmed. When I touched her cheek, she closed her eyes, enjoying my touch.
She was so beautiful. I wanted to love her. And I couldn't avoid the desire to touch her.
I untied the bow of her nightgown, and she released her breath. I didn't just want to undo that bow. I slid the straps of her nightgown and saw the piece fall to her feet. Her black lace panties were delicate, like her.
"You're beautiful!" I murmured, touching her smooth abdomen.
Her fingers moved to my shirt, unbuttoning the buttons slowly. Each movement of hers drove me to the edge of madness.
When she finished, I took off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. Minutes later, there was nothing between us, except her delicate panties.
I picked Alice up in my arms and placed her on the bed.
She had become a woman in every way. Now, she was strong, determined, and no longer the fragile girl I knew. She was smiling, a wonderful mother, a dedicated woman. My chest filled with pride.
I kissed her shoulders, her neck, her breasts. I kissed her belly and her legs with devotion.
When we started living together, we had relations, but nothing was like now. Nothing so serene, so patient...
I turned my attention to her rosy lips, delighting in the sound that came from her throat. Each moan of hers made my whole body tremble.
"Oh, Michael... Please!"
She scratched my scalp, making my skin tingle. She was sweet. I was painfully aroused by the sound that came out of her mouth.
"I love you, Michael!"
I stopped and looked her in the eyes.
"You don't have to answer me. I love you for us."
"Help me remember how it was..." I thought.
Something rose up my throat, but I didn't know how to name it. It was an emotion that suffocated me. As if I were about to explode.
I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her intensely.
I needed to be with her at that moment. And that's what I did.
When I felt her warmth squeezing me, I groaned heavily. What was that? I didn't know what to call that feeling.
We moved slowly, alternating between looks and kisses. The sound of our breathless breathing and our moans filled the room.
She closed her eyes, throwing her head back, and trembled with orgasm. The way she did that was beautiful.
I continued to move for a few more seconds and came undone. The sweat running down my forehead as I calmed down. It was different. I know...
Did I love her like before? Did I love her?
I was confused.
I looked at her. Her eyes were open, and she looked at me with such sweetness that I felt an uncontrollable need to hug her.
Those eyes asked for love. I looked at her face once more. Her lips curved in a slight smile. I kissed them with need.
There was something in me that cried out for her.
Oh, how I needed her.
I had remembered how it was to love her.