Mary sat in her parents' kitchen while the children played in one of the spare bedrooms that Walter and Dottie had set aside for them to keep toys and such. She really needed to ask them about keeping the kids for the following weekend but she dreaded the conversation. It wasn't one she wanted to have with her parents. Even though she was a grown woman and had been married, sex was not something one really brought up. It was kind of like when you were a kid and didn't want to think your parents had sex. She knew they didn't want to think about her having sex, much less having her confirm it. She took a drink of coffee and listened as her mother chatted on about redecorating the kitchen.

"I was thinking about painting and getting rid of this old wallpaper. I never liked it much anyway. It was here when we bought the place." Dottie commented looking around

"Yeah, good idea." Mary said absent mindedly

Dottie could see something was on her mind and that she wasn't paying a bit of attention to what she said, "Yes, I was thinking about painting it hot pink with purple polka dots."

"Good idea." Mary said taking another drink of coffee

"Honey, what's bothering you? Is everything alright with Andy?" Dottie and Walter were happy Mary had found someone who seemed good and decent. They couldn't help but worry about their only child

Mary looked up, "Huh?" She asked, "Oh, I'm fine, and yes Andy and I are well…more than fine."

"Really?" Dottie asked. Mary rarely talked about their relationship in detail but she knew enough to know Mary was happy

"Yeah, in fact that's what I wanted to talk to you about but I need you to just listen and not judge." Mary told her

"Well, sweetheart, I'll try." She couldn't imagine what it could be

Mary sighed heavily, "Okay, you know Andy and I have been together for several months and things are really great between us. But we hardly ever have any real time alone. I mean a lot of the time the kids are with us." She paused, "So we really would like a weekend alone and I was wondering if you would be willing to watch the kids."

"A weekend alone?" Dottie said somewhat stunned, "Well I uh, I suppose we could keep the children. But, sweetheart, are you sure this is something you're ready for?"

"Yes, Mom, I really think I am and I really don't want to discuss the details anymore." Mary said, "But I appreciate you keeping the kids for me. We really need this."

"I just want you to be happy, Dear." Dottie said softly, "But I do hope you'll, well…that you'll be careful."

"Mom, I'm a grown woman." Mary pointed out

"Yes, a grown woman who already has two children." Dottie reminded her

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll be careful."

SATURDAY

Mary dropped the kids off at her parents' right before noon. She and Andy had a day planned that included a picnic, a ball game and a romantic dinner at an Italian Restaurant. They took a walk through one of the historic neighborhoods that was having an art festival and tour of some Victorian homes. Mary loved Victorian homes and enjoyed seeing how they had been fixed up. She had been rather quiet and he wasn't pushing her to talk. He knew this was a big deal for her and he didn't want to press her into talking about it. He finally broke the silence.

"So, which house did you like the best?" He asked

"Oh, I don't know. The one on Donahue Street was fixed up really nice but the old Caldwell House was beautiful."

"You would really like to have one of those homes wouldn't you?" He asked. Andy knew she really didn't like the duplex but it was all she could afford

She looked off in the distance, "Yeah, I would but I could never afford something like that, not anymore."

He put his arm around her, "Maybe one day you will."

"Right, if I win the lottery." She quipped, "But until then the duplex is home sweet home."

They went back to Andy's and he fixed them a drink and they settled on the couch, cuddled up with each other.

"You know, we could have gone away somewhere. I heard about this place just a couple of hours away that's supposed to be really nice." Andy told her

Mary took a sip of brandy, "I know, sweetie, but its nice just being alone. I mean, that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

He shifted from her and looked her in the eye, "It's what you wanted too, isn't it?"

"Sure, I just meant that it wasn't important to go anywhere, but to just be alone." She explained

He leaned back and put his arm around her again, "Yeah and it has been nice hasn't it?"

She relaxed against him, "It was wonderful."

He kissed the top of her head, "I hope this doesn't mean the evening is over."

She pulled away and looked at him, "No, I don't want it to end." She leaned in and kissed him her tongue making contact with his.

He pulled her closer, his hand moving up her thigh under her dress, "You are so damn beautiful." He muttered as his lips moved to her neck

She started unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders exposing his toned chest, "Flattery will get you everywhere." She rubbed his chest and moved her hand up around his neck

He reached behind her and fumbled for the zipper of her dress finally succeeding in pulling it down, "Are you sure about this?"

"Oh yeah, very sure." She assured him, "But I think we would be more comfortable in the bedroom ."

"Oh yeah, the bedroom." They both stood up and he took her hand and they made their way down the hall groping and fondling. As soon as they reached the bedroom her dress fell to the floor and he quickly undid his pants and they fell on the bed exploring each other.

Their lovemaking was intense but slow as they acquainted themselves with each other. She moved on top of him and sat up exposing her breasts letting him gently caress them. He studied every inch of her curves. She reached down and did her best to pleasure him and she moaned sweetly as he entered her body, which he did multiple times. After they had achieved what they wanted they collapsed against each other and fell asleep twisted in the sheets tangled in each other's arms.

The morning came and Andy awoke to find the other side of the bed empty. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on his pants but he couldn't find his shirt. He walked out of the bedroom and heard noises from the kitchen. He found her there standing at the stove making breakfast. She was wearing his shirt.

"Good Morning." He said smiling at the site of her. Her hair hung loosely past her shoulders and her legs stretched for what seemed like miles beneath his shirt

She turned to him and smiled, "Good morning yourself. I hope you are in the mood for eggs because that's all I could find besides cereal."

He came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist, "You stole my shirt. Wasn't my heart enough?"

She put the eggs on the plates, "Hmmm, it is but I needed something to wear. I also hope you don't mind that I took over your kitchen. Do you want bacon or sausage?"

He kissed the back of her neck, "I love seeing you in my kitchen and I don't care what you're wearing." He said, "And bacon is fine."

She turned around and faced him, "Well, what a coincidence. I love being in your kitchen making breakfast."

He pulled her closer, "Isn't it great how things seem to work out like that?"

She smiled, "You were…you were incredible last night. Those two women must have taught you a thing or too."

"Hmmm, maybe but you were pretty sensational yourself." He didn't mention Bill, "So you're okay?"

She kissed him sweetly, "Very." She assured him, "Now could you get the bacon out of the refrigerator? I think we both worked up and appetite."

"I'll get the bacon if you do me one favor." He told her

"And what's that?" She asked smiling

"Marry me."

TBC