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Sunday, April 3, 2011

Life With Melodee - Part 5

People often ask me the same question:

What is it like to live with Melodee?

That's a pretty big and deep subject, and there isn't an easy answer. Like the old saying goes, it's complicated.

But I'm going to try to tell you a little about what Life With Melodee is like in a series of postings here on Melodee's blog.


Part Five
The Countdown

Yes, I'm back at it again.

In Part 3, the installment before my Random Recollections in Part 4, I talked a little about the first "date" Melodee and I shared. This time, I want to tell you about the months following that night.

We went out a few more times, usually to the Viejas complex. In addition to the casino and all the things there, the tribe also runs an outlet mall across the street. Melodee is a shop-o-holic, and she loves the place. There are a ton of shops for clothes, shoes, jewelry, and more. Neither Melodee nor I gamble much, so a typical trip was eating at one of the restaurants in the casino, or one of the fast food joints at the mall, and then going shopping. We often took the girls along, and they were becoming as much of a shopping junkie as Melodee. Interestingly enough, most of the shopping trips didn't include actually buying anything. It seemed that the girls were all happy to just wander around the mall and shops. Other than the place that sells the most wonderful fudge I have ever tasted. We always bought something there.

Other times, it would be just me and Melodee. Sometimes, we would go further down the mountain to Alpine or even to the city itself, and would have dinner someplace, maybe going to a nightclub for some drinks and dancing after. In general, I was having a great time just being with Melodee. More than six weeks had passed since that first "date", and we still hadn't had sex. The funny part is that the fact not only didn't bother me, but it seemed somehow, well, natural.

It was on one of those nights that we left the girls with Maria and came down to the city that Melodee went into one of her Blunt Modes. Melodee will, as I said back in Part 4, pretty much say what is on her mind. I had taken to calling these her Blunt Modes. I thought nothing she could say would shock me. I should have known better.

Melodee had a taste for Outback that night, so we went to the one on Lake Murray in La Mesa. We were sitting on the patio so I could smoke my pipe, and the food was, as always, good. We were sharing a Chocolate Thunder From Down Under when Melodee sat down her spoon and frowned. Usually Melodee uses sign almost exclusively. As I said way back in Part 1, Melodee has a bit of a speech impediment and prefers to sign most of the time.

But this time, she spoke out loud. "Jack, why haven't you tried to get in my pants?"

As I coughed, I swear a bit of chocolate chip came out of my nose. "What?"

She shrugged a little. "Well, we've been going out for more than a month and a half, and I've dropped every hint I know how, but you don't seem in any hurry to fuck me."

I don't want to give the impression here that I'm some kind of super-sensitive guy, because I'm not. All I could do was tell Melodee how I felt. "I guess that's not as important to me as just being with you."

"Oh." She was still frowning, but a smile slowly came to her face. "Well, just know that you wouldn't have to try very hard."

Melodee has this entire repertoire of smiles. I've mentioned the one that's kind of like dawn charging over the mountain. She has one that's a little shy, almost like a little girl. Then she has the one she used on that night, so full of passion and fire that it could melt a hole through two-feet of steel from a mile away. That smile can grab the attention of any man at any time, and could probably leave him a jibbering idiot if Melodee decided to do that.

It was all I could do to pull my eyes from her mouth and look at her eyes. "I'll keep that in mind."

She winked at me. "Good."

When we finished eating, we decided to go to a nightclub not far from the Outback for a couple of drinks and some dancing. On the way there, Melodee sat next to me and kept licking my ear. I think I only ran one stop light. Almost as soon as we had found a table and had our drinks, she pulled me to the dance floor. Even on the fast dances, Melodee was moving in delightful ways, flexing and writhing her body to the beat. When we danced close, her in my arms against my chest, Melodee still moved, rubbing against me and running her hands up and down my back.

At some point, I'd learned that Melodee could understand me if I used my fingers to make signs against her body, and I had also some skill at reading her doing the same. I signed on her back, "Hey, are you trying to seduce me?"

She signed back, "That depends on how hard I have to work at it."

I chuckled a little, but it sounded nervous even to me. "What do you think?"

"Based on other hard things, not very." It was true. Between the looks she gave me and all the touching and rubbing, I had an erection, and I knew Melodee could feel it as we danced. She leaned back from my chest and looked up into my eyes. "Let's get out of here."

Way back on that first date, the idea that the kids were in the house didn't bother me too much. Then again, we didn't do a damned thing that night. Now, for some reason, the fact that my two daughters would be asleep in their rooms down the hall troubled me. Not enough yet to stop us from getting out of the nightclub, mind you. We went out to the truck, and Melodee snuggled up to me, putting on the center belt. As we pulled out of the lot and onto the street, she put her hand on my chest and signed, "Call Maria and have her take the girls to her place." Yeah, Melodee was thinking clearly enough to solve that problem.

No, I'm not going to go into all of the details about the rest of the night. It's Melodee's bit to write the erotica and such, not mine. All I'll say is that we got home about 10:30 and didn't leave her bedroom until after noon the next day, and that I had trouble walking for two days and couldn't concentrate for several more days.

The next day, we decided to talk to the girls. It turned out that they were far more up to speed than we thought, maybe even more than we were. Amanda, the oldest, told us that she knew we were a couple and that we would be spending “a lot of time together”. God, I hope she doesn't know what that really means! In short, the girls were okay with us being together.

More later.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Melodee,
    I won the Overlord Award and am passing it on to you. I thought world domination would be something you'd handle well.
    Berengaria
    http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

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