Two Different Roads

Homeward Bound

March 1967 was an important month for the Nesmiths. They moved into their new home, and they added two members to their family, two year-old Christian and the German Shepherd Mike named Fraak he had been planning on buying for some time to accompany Spotte, the stray and the two Persian cats he'd given Ellen for Christmas.
It was naturally a large adjustment for the young boy, and he missed his mother a great deal at first, but with three adult humans to dote on him and four animals to love, he began to acclimate quickly.
His room was nearly everything a child could dream of, and Mike indulged him with almost every toy imaginable, believing that the more possessions one owned, the less important they became. Christian was also provided with all the love and companionship he could ever need along with the material goods however. As Bette Graham had predicted, Ellen took to motherhood right away. Even Vicky seemed to enjoy her role as aunt.

Mike worked long hours but participated as much as he could, supervising his clothes, diet and activities, reading to him whenever possible and helping Ellen to feed and bathe him. On his rare days off, they often took long, rambling walks on the grounds or spent time in the pool where Christian was already learning to swim.

Ellen would have considered her life nearly perfect if not for John's continued presence in it. He had started calling and writing to her fairly regularly since her visit with Mike and Vicky the previous month. On one hand it was comforting to reestablish their friendship, but the sexual tension always there beneath the surface John made certain to cultivate as much as possible was difficult to deal with. It was all too obvious that he still wanted her.
She didn't wish to be disloyal to her husband in deed OR thought in the slightest way. She did her best to keep Lennon at a healthy distance emotionally as well as physically. Her past continued to assert itself though despite her best efforts. During the first week of April when the Monkees were away on a brief concert tour, she had an unexpected visitor from that past. Paul McCartney made a brief detour in Los Angeles on his way to see his girlfriend, Jane Asher, in a play in Denver, Colorado and stopped by to catch up. He even took time to play with Christian who bonded with him so quickly that by the end of the short visit he was already calling him Uncle Paulie.

For Ellen it was a nice distraction that at least momentarily helped take her mind off of how much she missed Mike. He called her every night while he was away, and they even got extremely naughty over the phone, but nothing really eased the loneliness of his absence. She didn't like sleeping in that huge bed with only her cats for company, and she certainly didn't like being deprived of her husband's oh so tempting body that she'd become accustomed to enjoying thoroughly nearly every night as well as every morning.
When the night before his return home finally arrived she was in a near constant state of arousal. After putting Christian to bed she slipped into the shower, hoping there to relieve the deep-seated ache in her body enough to go to sleep. She whispered her husband's name, tried to picture him in her mind as she touched herself, the silky hair she loved to caress, the striking dark eyes with their long lashes, his soft lips, his strong arms, his large, beautiful musician's hands, his lean body without an ounce of fat anywhere, and the legs that seemed to go on for days. She wanted him desperately.
Suddenly there was a blast of cool air as the shower door slid open and someone joined her. She was a little startled for a second until she realized it was the object of her current fantasies, here in the flesh.
"Michael..."
"You couldn't wait for Me?" He teased in reference to what she'd just been doing.
"What are you doing here?"
"I live here Baby."

"But you weren't supposed to be back until some time tomorrow."
"I caught a late flight after the concert because I couldn't wait to get home to you. I missed ya Baby. Based on what you were just doing, I'm guessing you missed me too," he winked.
"Come here Cowboy, and I'll show you how much I missed you."
"Right here?"
"That will do to begin with."

"Mmmmm, sounds like you plan to have this take awhile."
"If you're not too tired."
"I'm NEVER too tired to love you."
He slicked his fingers with just the slightest amount of bath oil to provide sufficient lubrication then pulled her to him, sinking into her gradually as he nearly always did.
"Those long legs of yours make this so much easier. We fit together just perfect. YOU'RE perfect. Sometimes I still can't believe you're really mine."
"Always...for as long as you want me."
"Oh, I'll never stop wanting you. I love you more than I thought I could possibly love ANYONE."
Emotional declarations like this were not that common from him, and so they were all the more precious to her when he said them. Her heart swelled with the love she returned, and she clung to him, their bodies pressed together tightly as he moved inside her, deep snaps of his hips that seemed to ignite sparks within her.
Just before she fell apart, he lifted her into his arms, her legs around his waist to enable him to penetrate her even more deeply, braced her against the shower wall as if she weighed no more than a rag doll and took her with an intensity that made her thankful their suite was somewhat secluded from the rest of the house.

"I love the noises you make, how you scream for me,"
"You're so good," she managed to gasp through the incredible orgasm he'd just given her.
"Well no woman ever came close to making me feel the way YOU do."
He was close, and she tightened against him as she knew he loved, felt him release deep inside her almost immediately as he groaned, "Marie."
It was the first of a few times they made love that night, not much different from the many other nights they'd shared, but as Ellen lay in her husband's arms, drifting off to sleep with his seed drying on her inner thighs, she felt just the slightest flutter of something as yet unnameable, momentous, the sense of an eminent life-Changing event she was unable to explain. She had no idea from whence it came, but she'd never experienced anything like it, a bit frightening but joyous as well. She would remember it vividly in the coming weeks. Somehow she'd seemed to know. She'd known even then.