I want to hear it."

"You do?"

"Yes. Just tell me, Charlie."

So he did. He told her. He told her as much as he could bear--not about the pain of losing her, but about how he needed her in his life, needed to feel a connection with her, needed to touch her heart.

"Carol, when you won't speak to me, I don't exist. Nothing matters. Just knowing that you care again, just being your friend again these last few weeks--it's meant the world to me. The pain is gone now, Carol, but--but God, I need you. I need you in my life so much."

"Do you have no one, Charlie? You haven't mentioned if you've dated since your divorce."

"There's no one I want, Carol. I've been out with women once or twice, but three's a crowd."

"Three?"

"You're always there, between us."

"Oh, Chahlie--I'm so sorry. I never meant to do that to you."

"I know. It's not your fault. You can't help being what you are."

"And what is that?"

"The only woman I'll ever love." He paused. "I learned what passion is, loving you, Carol. In all these years, it's never left me. I still feel the same about you as I did when we first started dating."

"That's very strange."

"It is. But it's true." then he told her what he had told Sharon, of his prayer.

"For just one hour, Carol."

"Chahlie... I don't know what to say. I've never heard of anything like that."

There was a small silence then. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry I can't be with you, Chahlie. I really am. I'm sorry I've brought you so much pain."

"You were worth it. You still are. Just be my friend and let me love you, and the pain will be gone."

"Okay. If you say so."

"I do."

A day came when they talked about meeting.

"Charlie, there's a real-estate conference in ----- in a few weeks. I can get away for three whole days. Can you meet me there?"

"Can I? Lemme see what's on my schedule--hmmm, no earthquakes, the Lord's not coming back, the world's not ending, I haven't broken both my legs or lost my mind--I could work around those anyway--" She was laughing happily. "Oh, I'll be there, Carol. Wild horses, alla that. Just tell me where and when."

She did. And then she sounded vaguely guilty. "Charlie--I've never done anything like this before--I don't--"

He interrupted her. "Relax, Carol. I don't want to have an affair with you."

She sighed in relief. "I didn't think you did. I knew you understood. But--"

"I just want to see you, Carol. But I will ask one thing."

"What?"

"When I see you--will you let me hold you for a little while? Just hold you?"

Very softly: "I can do that."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

His anticipation mounted. So did hers. They agreed to meet at a mall not far from the convention center, where she would sign in and leave.

He bought a new suit. He had been working out for months, knowing this day would come, and he had lost weight. He was ready.

He drove there all but vibrating with anticipation, checked into his hotel, and then went to the mall a half-hour early, carrying a single red rose.

And she was already there.

He saw her looking in a store window near the place where they had agreed to meet, and he just watched her for a moment.

Carol wore a modest business suit, knee-length, and stood with her feet primly together--a little pigeon-toed, like a child. Charlie smiled.

She was a little thicker at the waist, but only a little; the swell of her breasts was, if anything, greater, and her bottom protruded a little more, but fetchingly. Her hair was cut shorter, shoulder-length. Her hands were clasped modestly in front of her, holding her purse.

She still looked like an angel.

He walked up near her and just stood there. It was only a few seconds before she saw his reflection in the glass.

She turned. "Hello, Charlie," she said. Her smile was like sunrise.

"Hello, Carol." He stepped forward, and she gave him a quick, cautious hug and kissed his cheek. They looked at each other.

They were both 47 now, not 20. Charlie knew his face had aged, and his hair was graying, through he still had all of it; but Carol's face seemed hardly touched by the passing of the years. She had no lines around her mouth or eyes, no sign of worry or sadness; her life had been happier than his.

There was only a little softness around her jawline and her chin, and a tiny touch of gray in her hair. He was pleased to see she did not dye it. She looked 30, not 47. He handed her the rose.

"How pretty! Thank you, Charlie!"

"Have you had dinner?"

They took his car and left hers at the mall.

Once in his car, she moved near him. He was surprised. He turned to look at her, and she was very near, close beside him. Her head was lifted toward him, her face upturned, and when he leaned toward her, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth just a fraction.

My God, he thought. She wants me to kiss her. Carol, my Carol, wants me to kiss her again....

He did. It was a chaste and proper kiss, mouths closed, but sweet and unhurried--and he sensed that he could have had more. Not yet, he thought. He marveled at how familiar her lips were to his mouth, even after so long.

They drove to a nearby restaurant--Mexican food, a favorite for both--and spoke little beyond, "It's so good to see you" and "How are you?" on the way there. Conversation, they knew, would come more easily at the restaurant.

And it did. After they ordered, they looked at each other across the table. They had chosen a booth, where they could face each other and still be close.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said. "I tell my husband everything."

He smiled and said, "You're not doing anything wrong."

"I know. I'm not ashamed, but it would bother him."

"Let me see your hands."

Puzzled, she held them out. He took them in his own and looked at them a moment; then he turned them palm up and looked at them a little longer. He shook his head in wonder.

"What?" she asked.

"I remember your hands, Carol. They're just like I remember. Exactly."

"Really?" She looked at him with a touch of wonder in her own eyes.

"Yes." He looked up. "And your smile--and those sparkling eyes."

She showed him both, and coyly asked, "And do you remember the rest of me?" She giggled. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help asking."

He gave her a small smile. "Oh, yes," he said. "But I try not to think about the rest of you, Carol. That makes it hard on me." Then he grinned. "No pun intended."

She had looked stricken for a second, but at that she laughed.

They talked of the past, but carefully. The food was served, and they talked as they ate. Of Ken's Pizza and the Sonic, of the Student Union and the Arena Theater, of their favorite bookstore--they shared a passion for reading--and of long nights studying together. Finally, Carol asked quietly, "You know what I remember most?"

Charlie smiled. "Same as me, I'll bet."

"The drive-in."

He nodded. "I can't think about that either, Carol. I just can't. It hurts too much."

"Then you don't think about the Park, or the Holiday Inn either," she said, just as quietly, "or your apartment."

He closed his eyes and said nothing.

She covered his hand with her own. "I'm sorry, Charlie," she said. "I shouldn't have said that."

His eyes remained closed, but he took her hand and squeezed it. "It's all right, Carol," he said, his voice a little husky. Then he looked at at her. "Just don't mention that again, all right?"

"I won't. I'm sorry."

"You can't imagine--never mind. Let's talk about something else."

"How do you like being a teacher?" she asked.

He smiled at her gratefully. "I like it," he said....

They talked and laughed and grew more comfortable throughout the meal, and after. Finally, they sat there with their empty coffee cups between them and smiled at each other. "What now?" asked Charlie.

"There's a place I want to take you," she said. "Let's go."

She directed him to a parking lot near a small shopping mall. He looked the question at her, and she smiled and opened her door. "Come on," she said. "You have to see it.".

They walked together toward the building. He could never find it, forever after; but he remembered it.

They passed through a series of arches, and emerged into a wonderland.. A still canal that reflected the torchlights that stood at intervals along it. The silent, darkened shops reflected them too. They were surrounded by mystic light and still water. It was beautiful--and in the golden light, so was she.

They walked beside the water and talked in low tones, often whispering. He held her hand in his as they strolled along the bank.

He learned that Larry was afraid for long that she'd go back to him. That made him stop and look at her. "Really?"

"He said he was always afraid I'd go to the bus station and leave him and go back to you, Charlie."

"But you had a car."

She smiled. "I know. But that's what he always saw, he said."
That made Charlie feel strangely warmed. Gary had been jealous and fearful of HIM...

He could not keep his eyes off her. "I can't believe you're really here," he said, and more than once. The fourth or fifth time he said it, she came close and kissed him, and held it.

His mouth opened, just a bit; but hers opened more, and then they were kissing as they used to, long before. His arms went around her without conscious thought, and she embraced him as well.

It felt the same, he thought. Her mouth--it felt, and tasted, the same. After almost thirty years--it was the same. And it was beyond wonderful. It was a miracle.

"Believe it now?" she asked.

"Oh, Carol--"

All he could do was kiss her again.

He drove her to his hotel, and neither spoke. She was snuggled up beside him as she had when they were kids. There was no lump in his throat this time.

As they pulled into the parking lot, she suddenly said, "Charlie, I can't do this. There's nothing up there but a bed--"

"I sprang for a suite, Carol. There are two couches, and a table with chairs. We'll get coffee and we'll talk, that's all." He squeezed her shoulders and she looked at him. He smiled reassuringly. "Carol. It's me. Charlie. When did I ever give you anything you didn't want?"

She smiled back and relaxed. "Never," she said. "You're right. I'm being silly. Let's go."

They decided on Pepsis instead of coffee. They sat at the table, then side by side on the sofa, with the bed in sight at the other end of the room. They chatted for a while, and it became more and more obvious that they were both just stalling.

Finally, there came a small silence, when they had run out of small talk. They looked at each other, and they smiled.

"I believe you made me a promise, Carol," said Charlie softly. He held up a hand with one finger pointing downward, and moved it in small circles.

She smiled at that, and stood, and turned around. She knelt on the couch beside him, then leaned to her right and into his arms.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and he held her close. Just held her, his arms squeezing her a little from time to time, his hands shifting on her back as if to make sure that she was really there.

She snuggled into his chest--and felt a drop of moisture on her neck. She leaned back. His face was wet, but he was smiling.

"Charlie, are you all right? Maybe we'd better not--"

He shook his head quickly. "No, please. Please, Carol. I haven't been this happy since--" He stopped. "You still fit my arms. No one else has ever fit my arms like you."

She nodded and snuggled close again. "It feels the same," she agreed. He bent his head to kiss her cheek. She turned her head and took his second kiss on her mouth.

The third, in her mouth...

Their tongues knew each other well. "That feels the same, too," he whispered between kisses.

"Yes..."

After a while their mouths parted. "Let's go get comfortable," she whispered, nodding at the bed.

"Are you sure?" he whispered back.

"Only because it's you."

They took the few steps there hand in hand. Carol stopped to slip her shoes off, and sat down on the bed--

And Charlie breathed, "Oh, Carol," and knelt beside her. He lifted one bare foot and held it reverently. "Your feet..."

She smiled. "I forgot how much you liked my feet," she said.

He held her foot in both hands, stroking it and gazing at it. "So pretty. I loved your feet." He looked up. "I still do." He kissed her lightly on the instep, and then the other. Then he sat down on the bed beside her. "I still can't believe it's really you, Carol. That you're really here, that I'm really here with you."

"Let me prove it to you again."

They lay down together, and their mouths sought each other. They whispered and touched each other's faces; they clasped hands, and Charlie kissed her fingers, one by one.

Carol smiled and brought his hand to her mouth--and one by one, she sucked his fingers into her mouth and licked them, smiling at him seductively the whole time. He gaped at her like she had sprouted wings or turned to smoke. Finally she kissed his thumb and giggled. "I'm sorry. That was mean," she said.

He pulled her close and kissed her, deeply. "Be mean to me some more," he said.

Their hands roamed each other's bodies. He put a hand on her breast. He did not ask if she minded. She left it there.

He squeezed her breasts, gently, and she gasped. Her hand sought out his crotch, and squeezed his aching erection. She held it--then massaged his dickhead, her hand moving in subtle circles as she pressed it into him with her palm.

"That feels the same, too," he murmured.

"Sure does," she breathed. "You're just as big as I remember." She squeezed him again, and he shivered.

"Do that again," he said, and I'm going to have to change."

She giggled and did just that, and kept on squeezing till he pulled her hand away. He was sweating. "I mean it, Carol," he said. "Please stop."

She looked at him. Why? her expression clearly said.

"It's overwhelming me to be so close to you, to hold and and-and kiss you--and touch you," he explained. His eyes were moist again. "I can't take that. It's just too much. It brings back--"

"The things you can't think about," she whispered, understanding. "I'm sorry, Charlie. You're right. I'm teasing you, and that's cruel."

He wiped his eyes and smiled. He had remembered something. "Let me show you what it feels like," he said, and began to unbutton the top of her blouse.

"What are you--wait--"

He stopped at two. "That's all," he said. "I just have to get at your neck."

"Oh...."

He pulled the top of her blouse to the side, exposing her creamy-white skin from her shoulder to her throat; her skin, he thought. As he bent his head to kiss the secret spot above her collarbone, she lifted her chin for it, though she barely knew she did. Her body remembered things her mind had forgotten.

He kissed her there, and she gasped and sighed. He kissed her harder and sucked at that spot, and she hissed; he drilled it with his tongue, and she whimpered and began to writhe under him. He massaged and squeezed her breast as he licked and sucked at her secret, magic button, and she was soon breathing hard, her hips pumping unconsciously.

Finally he lifted his head and looked down at her. Her lovely face was even lovelier, flushed and rosy-cheeked and soft with passion. He had never loved her more.

"See what I mean?" he said with a smile.

"Oh, yes," she gasped. "No more, Chahlie. No more. I can't feel this way with you."

He rolled back on his side and took her in his arms. They kissed, passionately, clinging to each other and making small sounds of lust as their tongues tried to express what their bodies could not.

Soon, they had calmed down a bit, and kissed less desperately, just holding and stroking each other gently, affectionately.

"We're playing with fire," she whispered.

"Yes. But I've been so cold for so long, Carol. Please be mean to me some more and keep me warm."

He looked at his watch. "But not tonight. You need to get back."

She made a small mewing sound of protest, but sat up. He was right. She had to get back to her own hotel in case Larry called.

As they straightened their clothes and brushed their hair, Carol asked, "Are you going to be all right, Charlie?"

"Of course," he asked, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"You've been--a little weepy," she said.

"I know. You don't like it when I cry. But this is different, Carol. I'm not crying because you're gone. I'm crying because you're back." Then he gave her a wry grin. "And I'm nor crying anyway. I've just gotten a little teary-eyed."

She looked at him doubtfully. "Okay," she said. "But if I'm making it too hard on you--"

"No pun intended," he said.

"No pun intended," she laughed. "Really, if this is too--difficult--we don't have to meet tomorrow."

He took her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Carol," he said.

"Yes?" she looked at him innocently, wide-eyed. How strange it is, he thought, that she still doesn't understand what she means to me.

"Today has been the happiest day of my life. I feel like I'm alive again. If you don't meet me tomorrow, then tomorrow will be the worst day of my life. And I've had some very bad ones. Do you understand?"

"I-I think so," she said. Her eyes were so green. "Are you quite sure? You know we have limits...."

He nodded. "I told you, Carol. Holding you is enough. You've given me much more than that--and I'm grateful.

"It's me, Carol. Charlie. I'll never do anything you don't want, and you have no idea what I'd do to keep your friendship now that I have it again."

He gave her a crooked smile. "Not fucking you is easy."

She gasped and reddened, then laughed and laughed. After a moment, she asked, "Is it all right for me to say I wish you could?"

He hugged her. "Very much, my love. Very much all right."

They drove back to her hotel in comfortable silence, with Carol snuggled up to his side like they were teenagers again. He pulled up to the front entrance to drop her off, and she kissed him lightly on the lips before she got out--then looked around furtively, and kissed him longer. "Pick me up at nine-thirty. The Botanical Gardens open at ten," she said.

"I'll be here."

"Are you sure you'll be all right? Are you going to be able to sleep?" She looked at him with concern.

He grinned. "Carol, I'm going to go back, get undressed, and--um--how shall I put this--'meditate' on the events of the evening." He gave her another crooked smile. "I feel sure I'll sleep like a baby afterward."

She giggled and looked at him, then leaned forward and whispered, "So am I." Then she smirked and said, "And I'll be naked, Charlie. Meditate on that."

Then she gasped and looked stricken. "I'm sorry. Was that mean? Did I hurt you?"

He looked at her sternly. "Yes, that was very mean." She blinked at him, dismayed, and then he grinned. "And no, it didn't hurt me. Um--could you be a little meaner, do you think?"

She giggled again and leaned forward, eyes sparkling wickedly. "I'll be doing it in the shower, all covered with nothing but soap," she whispered, "and then I'm going to go to bed naked and do it again."

He closed his eyes. "Oh, my God," he breathed. "Okay, that's mean enough. I may have to meditate right here."

They laughed, and she kissed him again. "See you in the morning," she said through the car window.

"If I can get back to the hotel without hitting anything," he said.

She laughed, "Be careful," and they parted.

It was the first time he had masturbated to thoughts of Carol in many years. He came like a fire hose--in the shower. Then he went to bed naked and did it again.

And then he cried himself to sleep. The last words he spoke before drifting off were, "I meant what I said, God. I've had my hour. Take my life when you're ready. But please...

"Just not tonight..."


The next day was perfection. They spent it together; first walking in the gardens, where they strolled amung the flowers and kissed on an arched bridge. A pair of old ladies who were watching told them they were "a pretty couple" afterward.

They had a light lunch, then went to a bookstore. They walked up and down the aisles and looked at books, idly picking them up and putting them back, occasionally showing them to each other, but soon they were looking at each other and smiling, then laughing.

"I haven't paid attention to anything I've looked at since we got here," he finally admitted.

"Neither have I," she said. "What do you want to do?"

"What do YOU want to do?" he asked.

She took his hand. "Well... I need to get back earlier tonight, because Larry called last night before I got back and I had to convince him I was at a movie."

"Okay."

"So I want to go back to your hotel," she said, "and make out for the rest of the day."

"Gee, I dunno," he teased. "That movie we were going to see sounds pretty good..."

She slapped his shoulder, laughing, and they left.

It was more of the same, though they went a little farther. They remained fully dressed, and by turns held each other quietly and murmured of dreams and memories to each other--but they also fiercely kissed and groped each other like they were naked. Carol was wearing jeans, and spread her legs wide so Charlie could lie between them and grind his erection into her denim-covered pussy mound as she hunched back at him. He kissed and nuzzled her big breasts through her clothes, and she held his ass with both hands and whimpered, "Oh, yes...Oh, yes..."

It was frustrating, but fun. They kept each other halfway to orgasm for hours, and flirted with three-fourths.

By mutual, unspoken consent, they began to dial back their passion as the sky began to darken. By seven o'clock, they were simply holding each other and kissing quietly again.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she whispered, but looked troubled.

Charlie saw. "It's all right, Carol," he said. "You're not making me any promises. I know that."

She looked at him. "Do you?"

He pulled her to him. "I know you'll never leave him," he whispered in her ear. He held her close so she couldn't see his face.

"Thank you, Chahlie," she whispered. "I do love you. You always give me what I need."

He kissed her and sat up. "Dinner before you go? We can get room service."

She smiled. "That would be perfect." Then she added, "Just like you."

He looked at her blankly. "What?"

"You are," she said, her eyes soft as she lay there on the bed and looked at him. "You give me what I need, and you don't ask for anything, and you understand--everything. I do love you, Chahlie. I really do."

He lay down again. "I would do anything for you," he said. "Anything at all."

"Love me," she said.

He smiled. "Till they put me in the ground, Carol."

They had dinner in his room--complete with candles--and then he drove her back.

"When will I see you tomorrow?" he asked. "Can I come and pick you up?"

She shook her head. "No, I'll drive over," she said. "I'll be going home from here. I only have till noon or so, and I want to spend as much time with you as possible."

"When will you be here?" he asked.

She smiled. "Early," she said. "Let me surprise you."

It was only a little past seven o'clock when she knocked. He padded to the door barefoot, wrapped in the hotel robe. Beneath it, he wore nothing.

He opened the door with a smile--and then his eyes widened.

Carol had her hair tied back in a ponytail, and was wearing maroon cutoffs and a matching sweatshirt. She was barefoot. She looked like a plump and curvy teenager. Her pale, beautiful legs seemed almost to glow in the still-dim hallway. Beside her on the floor were her bags.

Charlie stared.

"Well? May I come in?" she asked, with a knowing smile.

He blinked. "Uh. Uh, yeah. Sure. Here, let me get those." He picked up her bags and carried them inside.

She followed, and he closed the door behind her.

"Wait," Carol said. She opened the door, hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the knob, then closed and locked it again. She swung the emergency lock into place, too. "Can't have too much privacy," she said with a smile, then opened her arms.

He hugged her--and gasped. He stroked he back and squeezed her, then leaned back and smiled at her. "You naughty thing," he said.

She giggled. "Just like old times."

She was not wearing a bra.

He looked down at her cutoffs. They were shorter than he remembered.

"Nope. Nothing there either," she said.

He looked at her and actually shivered. He remembered; she meant she was wearing no panties, either, and he was even more shocked than he had been on that night so long ago.

He looked at her sidewise. "Okay," he said, "what's going on?"

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