Klooka

When they returned home from Mackay's, it was about 1:30 in the morning. Both Gerry and Lorii were really tired and went to bed right away, Lorii in the guestroom and Gerry in his own bedroom.

About 4:30 in the morning, Gerry felt Lorii crawling into bed with him. She wasn't wearing one of his T-shirts this time--or anything else. Neither was Gerry. Lorii snuggled close to him and then began stroking Gerry, ever so gently. Without opening his eyes, Gerry began stroking Lorii, first her arms, then her stomach, and then her breasts. Lorii moved her head down Gerry's body, her long, flowing black hair covering what she was now doing. Gerry was in heaven.

Before they knew it, Gerry was on top of Lorii, thrusting himself inside her, gently going back and forth, feeling her beautiful breasts, kissing her wildly. They were ecstatic. Lorii said softly, "I love it when we do it, Gerry"

It was not the first time, of course. They had been on-and-off lovers for two years, always friends first and lovers second. Now, with Renata in the picture, Gerry was confused. He didn't want to hurt her by making love with Lorii, but then he really cared for Lorii, too, and he loved sleeping with her. Gerry would have to wrestle with this.

Their lovemaking always lasted a long time, finishing slowly and warmly, just as it had started. Lorii clung to Gerry, snuggling close to him ever so tightly.

She glanced at the clock radio on Gerry's nightstand. It was almost six o'clock. She quietly slipped out of Gerry's bed and went back to her own bedroom. She showered and dressed. When she finished, she heard Gerry in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Gerry," she said. "How do you feel?" she asked, trying to hide her smile.

He walked over to Lorii, embraced and kissed her. And kissed her again.

"How do I feel?" he asked. "How do you feel, beautiful?"

"Great, Gerry," she answered. "Fabulous."

"Well, I have an idea," he said. "Come back here after your class. Let's skip Ted's class today. OK?"

"You're reading my mind, Gerry," she said.

Then Gerry poured coffee into her car mug for her. Lorii thanked him and headed down to her car, which she parked in the garage next to Gerry's.

Gerry took his morning walk along the ocean, but it was cold and foggier than usual. "Hate's California, it's cold and it's damp," he sang to himself....

In The Night
by George Shearing and His Quintet with Dakota Staton

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