How I was to look at these people if I ran into them in Chappaqua I did not know.
By the time we were off the parkway and heading to town, she was ready. “I need to get laid!” Shouted at no one in particular. I think.
And thus the pre-Dr. Jack Andi re-emerged. I will not say when or how or with whom she got laid—although she spared no detail two weeks later in regaling us—but we knew the why and we were glad. Apparently there was a “what” but if she told us we’ve conveniently forgotten.
So now, a month or two after it began I was again the person to whom Andi confided and she was again the person to whom I did.
That is where we are now. As I sit, though, I realize I have left out something about the bar exam. Not the exam itself. But the aftermath. It opened a floodgate.
Suze and I always love having sex. I think about the first times and they pale in comparison with what we know do. I will grant you, that first, long kiss we had and the first time we made love was beyond special. But if we worried we would settle into a world of mediocrity in bed we were fortunately and very-much mistaken.
In part it was my fault that we hit a dry spell. I was increasingly stressed out about the exam. You can retake if you fail. But you do not want to fail. You want to never again have to think of things you fill your head with for the test. Remember, being a lawyer does not mean memorizing things. It is understanding things. That is what “thinking like a lawyer” is all about. But I had to load my head with all manner of things. Three words: Rule Against Perpetuities.
Each day I went into the City with Suze and while she was at work I was at an all-day class going over Contract Law and Constitutional Law and all sorts of “Laws” that I would never need to know ever again after the exam. Plus unlike law school, this was a closed-book exam. So I spent evenings going through the material and taking practice tests. I was a bitch. Each night, though, Suze brought me a glass of milk and three Digestive Biscuits as I worked in the living room. She sat quietly reading or working in a chair.
Each night kissed each other good night and more often than not she spooned me from behind and rubbed me with her finger. Sometimes it was as simple as that and she would fuck me with her finger until I had a nice orgasm. And I would say “thank you” and she would say “you’re welcome” and we fell into restful sleeps.
Once in a while, especially on weekends, we just go at it. Me on top. She on top. Lips. Mouths. Fingers. We fall into restful sleeps.
Then the exam was over. We had offers for a celebratory dinner with people at Sullivan & Wilson, where I would be working, but I was too blitzed and Suze and I took an early train home.
She made a spaghetti dinner while I took a bath and we celebrated alone with our pasta and our Chianti and a salad. When we were done, Suze said she wanted to show me something. But I had to wait in the living room and come up when I was summoned.
When she called and I ran up, she was standing in our bedroom. Naked except for a strap-on. The big one. She and I had enjoyed using the toys that we got when Andi took us to a sex shop in the City a while before, but we did not go there often. We decided to keep them for special occasions. This was a “special occasion.”
She stood there with it obscenely sticking out.
“Get naked and get your ass on the bed.” She pulled the covers down.
I was quickly naked and my ass was quickly on the bed.
She stood at the foot of the bed. She said, “Alexa. Play Mozart.” For some reason she likes to fuck to Mozart. One of his piano concertos began and it was her cue to put one and then the other knee on it. She bent down slightly.
“Tonight is all about you…It is all about me enjoying you.”
Then her lips were kissing up and down my folds, soon joined by her lapping tongue. I was flying within seconds of first contact.
“I’m ready baby. I’m so ready.”
She leaned up and looked at me with something that I will not forget. A wonderful combination of lust and love and need and desire. And pure joy. I guided her into me and we were joined. The moment when my entire universe was in my bed and the woman who fulfilled everything to me was in me. Neither of us moved.
“I love you with every fiber of my being Kerry Neally.”
“I love you with everything I have or ever will have Suzanne Marie Neally.”
With that she pulled out and began to rock as our eyes locked. That could not last as emotions were washing over me too quickly and my eyes shut. I wrapped my legs around her legs to pull her in. While this made it harder for her to piston me, I did not care. It made her closer to me so the distance the cock covered was not very great but easily far enough. I thanked god for the strength and endurance she had given this woman as she pounded away with no sign of ebbing.
Finally she knew how close I was. No edging.
“Open.”