My Fair Lady

Call it silly male ego, but I pride myself in being in control, being able to choose when I climax. I always let the woman go first, and today will be no exception. Part of the fun is watching Rhiana's "journey" toward that end, watching her eyes open and shut, watching her delicious boobs dance and swing to her rhythm, watching her change expressions, from funny to serious and somewhere in between, all of them variations on a theme of uninhibited joy, backed by a vocal of girlie purrs and soft moans. Even when she comes, her voice is subdued, much preferred, I must say, to those ear-splitting shrieks you read about in erotic literature. No shrieks for me either. Just an understated sound of release that belies the explosive orgasmic sense of pleasure bursting inside me.

Straddling me, she blows out a deep breath. "Whew! Aaron, that was wunderbar."

"Thanks, I couldn't have done it without you."

When she swings off, I sit up against the headboard, holding her from behind. "You're MY fair lady," I say, planting light kisses on her shoulders. "You, Rhiana Schuster, not Eliza Doolittle."

She turns her head slightly and says, "And you make me want to dance all night. You, Aaron Kravitz, not Henry Higgins. And I'm not talkin' mambo here."

We don't "dance" all night, but we do manage to fit in another "mambo" over the next couple hours we spend together. Besides her obvious feminine assets, there's a seductive, sensuous quality about her that might induce me to dance all night with her. But the hour is growing late, and she's got to get home. While putting her spandex pants back on, she says, "Next time, I'd like to stay over, wake up in the morning next to you. Wouldn't it be loverly?"

I reach out and hug her. We're both naked from the waist up as I press my hard, hairy chest against the softness of her bare breasts. "It would be loverly indeed. There's a place around here that serves delicious breakfasts. So yeah, it's a date. I bet you look so adorable when you're sleeping."

Driving her home, I notice Rhiana looking out the passenger side window and wiping her eyes. "Honey, are you crying?"

She sniffles and turns to face me. "Aaron, Sam was the only guy I truly fell in love with. The idea of losing him was never on my radar. Never again will I be so naïve to the possibility of tragedy, something I'm sure you can relate to."

"And how."

"Right. But I'm not crying over Sam. I'm upset thinking that if things go the way they appear to be going between us, I couldn't take another loss like that. Emotionally, it would put me under for good."

I pull up to her house and cut the engine. Then, holding her hand, I say, "I understand. Look, I feel the same way. Like you said, I can relate. But I'm not going to let that fear--because I feel it too--stop me from falling in love with you, if that's what's to be, and the way I feel now, Rhiana, I can see myself headed in that direction. I hope that doesn't scare you."

She manages to grin. "Scared to death. No, seriously, Aaron, we're headed in the same direction. I just want to be honest with you is all. We've so far been open with our feelings and I'd like to keep that going. Anyway, am I really your fair lady?"

"The one and only."

After I take her sled from the back, we stand by my Wrangler, necking like mad. Between kisses, I ask, "You don't mind if your parents see us like this?"

She chuckles. "They might as well get used to it because I have a feeling they're going to be seeing a lot more of us together." She squeezes me tighter. "Oh, man, I hate to let you go. Keep your bed warm for me."

"You bet."

Mindful of what she said about not being able to handle another tragic loss in her life, my eyes mist up as I stand and watch her take her sled up the flagstone walk to her front door. Truth to tell, it might put me 'under for good' also. Kathy was the love of my life and losing Rhiana to some senseless accident, too...

Well, I don't want to think about it. I struggle to banish such dark thoughts and focus on the here and now and this wonderful woman whom I adore. Holding her sled upright and smiling, Rhiana waves at me, standing by her front door, looking like some model posing for a winter issue of an outdoor adventure magazine. It makes me regret not using my cell camera when we were sledding. Therefore, I can't resist grabbing it from my pocket to capture what I see now. "Mind if I get a couple shots?"

Holding on to the sled, Rhiana pulls off her wool cap and hits a few exaggerated, almost mocking model poses. "Click away."

When I show her the pics, she wants one that includes both of us. We're in luck because an elderly man, bundled in an ear-covering cap and overcoat, one of her neighbors, is walking by and cheerily agrees to accommodate us when Rhiana asks him. We pose on her snow-covered front lawn, arms around each other. "Now you can kiss," he says. We do and he snaps a few more pics. "You make a beautiful couple," he says, looking at the screen. "Invite me to the wedding."

We all laugh before he moves on. "That was Hank Annenberg," Rhiana reveals. "He's lived around here for ages. Likes to take walks around the block, no matter the weather. Nice man. Always joking. But I think we do make a beautiful couple. No joke there."

I fling my arm around her. "We certainly do."

Back in the Wrangler for the drive home, I'm aware that I've never felt "coupled" to any woman after just one or two dates. Not even with Kathy. But this thing with Rhiana seems to have broken the mold. Which leads me to believe that there's something very special at work here. Is she Thee One? Can't say, but I'm sure looking forward to finding out.