Happy Birthday to Us
Keywords: Birthday, to, Us, Happy,
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"This story is dedicated to NikkiJames. Her offhand comment about visiting a mechanic started me down a path leading to this story. She was my muse for this story. *Thanks Nikki.*"
She felt like she was in a Beavis and Butthead cartoon. Every time he said "mounted" a thrill ran through her and she wanted to giggle. And he kept using the word, as he described the services he'd performed on her car for her.
"And we mounted all four tires..." he said again, and the sexual tingle went through her again.
She understood why. Before her daughter was old enough for a big people's bed, Linda had rented out the extra room in their house to a friend; a young women near her own age. After a few months, that friend had moved out, but had another friend eager to rent the room.
Each girl had brought home a guy at some point, and laying in her bedroom, with her daughter asleep in a crib, Linda had listened to her roommates having sex behind the thin wall.
Linda had realized when a man was thorough in foreplay, there came a time when his partner couldn't wait any longer for him to be inside of her. If the man resisted the tugging on the hair, or being pulled onto her, each woman had a command they'd issue with growing desperation. The first roommate, Denise, would urge her boyfriend to "Take me, take me" which Linda always found ironic. Denise was a woman's rights attorney and forthright in believing in equality. That she saw sex as old fashion possession of the woman by the man, Linda thought was incongruent.
Sara would pant "Do me, do me" when the moment came. Listening to these woman made Linda wonder what it was she said at that moment, and the next time her occasional lover came over, she listened to herself and realized her urging phrase was "Mount me." That surprised her, but the primalness of it all was not unexpected. She loved sex, even taking it from a man she despised and who did not respect her, rather than going without. With a five year old at home, she could not spend evening in clubs looking for Mr. Right. And when she did meet a good guy, when they heard she had a child at home, these twenty something men couldn't get away fast enough it seemed.
Now, she checked his name badge, Gary, was pushing her sexual buttons, and not even realizing it as he toted up her bill, and kept using the word "mounted".
Slightly dazed, she realized he was done, and was offering her the bill. It took Linda a moment to focus on it. "Uh, this seems kind of low." she heard herself say. "There is no labor on it?"
Gary smiled. "The owner lets us do sort of pro-bono type work if we work over our lunch hour. I know things must be tight for you Linda. Consider it an early birthday gift."
Linda looked up in surprise. An insight hit. "I knew you in high school? How do you know my birthday."
Gary smiled, pleased she finally remembered. "You and I have the same birthday, December 14. I'm not sure how I ever learned that, but I always remembered."
"Well, its nice to see you again Gary." she lied smoothly. She didn't remember him, but there had been six hundred in their graduating class, ten years before.
"So how are you doing?" she asked politely.
"Doing OK. Working here is alright, and I have a project keeping me busy."
"Married?" Linda asked, and bit her tongue as she did. "Where did that come from?" she wondered, knowing where it had.
"No. Not yet. I heard you and Harry broke it off."
"High school. Yeah, he'd have known Harry. Everyone did. And he knew he was an asshole, and figures I was an idiot for marrying him. And I was."
"Yeah. But he gave me a wonderful five year old girl." "Might as well get it out in the open."
"I heard." he said simply. "Is she as beautiful as her mom?"
Blushing, Linda thanked Gary again for the car. She looked him up in the yearbook when she got home. She remembered him when she saw the skinny, almost gaunt photo of him in the Car Club photo. "He's filled out. Nicely."
She kept thinking of him, so the night before their birthday, she baked cookies. She took a plate by his work, ostensibly as a thank you for the work he had done, and the money he had saved her.
He had asked what she was doing to celebrate her birthday. "Nothing, really. My family doesn't make a big deal of birthdays. Maybe I'll rent a chick flick and watch it later."
"That's not right. Have dinner with me?"
She tried to object, but he insisted. "We should celebrate our birthday." Mocking his own grease monkey look, he told her, "Don't worry, I clean up well."
She remembered that when she opened the door that night. He was wearing nice slacks, and a clean collared, button shirt. Linda was very pleased by his appearance. Dressed herself, in a silk blouse, and Christmas themed red skirt, her babysitter thought they made a good looking couple, and said so.
Dinner was a relaxed affair, at a better restaurant then she thought a he might pick. She soon learned though that Gary was an intelligent, well read man with varying interests.
They had a drink before dinner, and then wine with dinner. Linda found herself insisting Gary taste her food, and fed him a piece off the end of her fork. Astonished by the intimacy of that small act, she pledged to stop drinking, but forgot herself and continued sipping her wine.
After dinner, he said he wanted to show her something. Comfortable, and totally trusting him, they got into his car. "Of course he'd drive a souped up 70's muscle car." she thought amused, listening to its throaty growl as it accelerated and then its purr as it ran up the highway and out of town.
He turned off onto a gravel path. "This was my grandparents farm. They left it to me." he explained. They arrived at a partially completed framed-in house. He shut down the car and got out. She followed.
"Who's house is this?"
"Mine. I'm building it. A little bit every day, a lot on weekends."
"By yourself?" she asked, astonished.
"Yes. I'm good with my hands." For some reason, a tingle went through her.
They went inside and he showed her around. He was just starting the drywall. There was a mattress on the floor of the bedroom. "You live here already?"
"Sure, that way I can work past when I'd be too tired to drive into town."
The master bedroom had a wrap around balcony, and large windows on both the East and West sides so he could lie in bed and watch the sun rise or set. Outside, on the terrace, he lead her up stairs to the roof, and another terrace. There was a closet there. He opened it, and took out an expensive telescope. For the first time, she saw the rings of Saturn, and the moon close up. Watching him explain, obviously passionate about his hobby, she marveled at the depth of his interests and skills.
She looked around the property, and the fields full of crops. "Are you farming this too?"
"No, my cousin took over his Dad's farm next door. He planted this, and we share the profits. This is the third year. After this crop is harvested, I'll have enough to open my own garage. Did you notice the metal prefab building down by the highway when we turned off? That's gong to be my own shop starting in the spring."
They walked downstairs and back to the car. As they drove off, she asked, "Why are you, a single guy, building a four bedroom?"
He looked at her and said simply, "I won't always be single."
Back at her house, she expected he'd insist on being asked in. Instead, he walked her to the front door in silence, almost shy. She thought he might be disinterested, but she caught him looking down her ample cleavage when she turned to him. His eyes snapped to hers, and she leaned in so he could kiss her on the cheek. She really liked him, and was urging herself to take it slow. He kissed her tenderly, on the cheek, then reached down and kissed her on the neck. Gasping, slightly, as the warm air flowed past her ear, she put her arms on his shoulders. "Such wide, strong shoulders." her mind noted.
His lips grazed her ear, then moved to her mouth and covered it. Linda's arms went around his neck, and she returned the kiss, long and passionately.
Mindful of spying neighbors, she broke the kiss. "Can you walk around the block? Give me five minutes to send the sitter home?" Finally, a look of confidence came over his face. "And a chance to put some coffee on too. If you'd like some?" He confidence waned slightly, by her intent.
Somewhat unshakily, she unlocked her door. He moved down the block. A couple minutes later, the 16 year old sitter came outside. She lived across the street, he remembered Linda mentioning earlier. He watched from the shadows. A car load of teenage boys drove up and called to her. Gary started moving from the shadows when she called to them, obviously knowing them, then called out her good nights, and crossed the street and went into the house.
When he tapped on the door, Linda opened it so quickly, it was apparent she'd been standing just inside. She offered him a glass of white wine. "I didn't realize I was out of coffee. Will this do?" she asked.
They sat next to one another on the couch. Each sipped their wine once, then set it on the end table beside them.
Then the pretenses dissolved. He moved towards her, she moved into his arms, and their faces came together.
He smelled of Old Spice, a favorite scented memory from someone in her youth. She tasted of wine, and smelled something of peaches.
They pulled at each other, trying to get closer still as their tongues danced together.
He unbuttoned her blouse, and deftly reached behind and unsnapped her bra. "Good with his hands" she remembered, as his muscular hand took a full breast in hand. Her own fingers worked some of his buttons free, and her hand encountered hard muscled chest. "Muscles from hard work, not narcissistic time in the gym." she thought to herself.
The kissing and caresses were building passion in them both. He reached down, and slid a hand up her thigh. His fingertips encountered her panties, and stroked her pussy.
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Keywords: Birthday, to, Us, Happy,