It was dark; I flipped on the porch lights before I opened the front door. The fellow was squinting just a bit at the instant glare of the lights. Nice looking guy, about my age.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

He looked pretty surprised "Um, does Sam Benson live here?" He asked.

"Why yes, yes she does." I said "can I tell her who's calling, and the reason?" I asked.

"Sure," the fellow replied "my name is Guy. I'm here to pick her up for our date."

…the forest for the trees…

Chapter 10

"Oh, sure… Of course you are. Please, come in."

I said while standing aside and gesturing for him to enter. I closed the door, and now pointing toward a chair;

"Have a seat. Sam's getting ready, I'll go get her." I continued.

'Guy' grinned, nodded, and sat in the indicated chair. I turned and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Sam was still in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on her hair when I walked in and stood directly behind her. She had pulled on a pair of Levi's, but was only wearing a towel around her shoulders, her bra and blouse lying on the counter. I put my arms around her waist and gently moved my hands up and cupped her breasts. Sam's breath hitched, she leaned back into me and sighed. I leaned slightly forward and whispered in her ear; "Your dates here."

Sam looked at me in the mirror "I can see that, and if my date doesn't stop playing with my boobs we're going to starve, since we'll never get out of the house."

The towel had fallen off of her left shoulder. I decided that a series of gentle kisses beginning at the shoulder, continuing up her neckline and stopping at her jaw line would be a good thing. While kissing, I was also gently kneading her breasts and watching her face in the mirror. She was beginning to make those little growly purring noises I liked so much. I whispered in her ear again; "Your date, he's here" and began a gentle nibble along her ear.

Sam's eyes were closed now, and she had begun moaning softly. She put her hands over mine as I continued to caress her breasts "Oh I can tell… I'm not even hungry now… Let's get out of this cramped bathroom, Freddie." She said softly.

"Well baby, you probably should get out of the bathroom since Guy, your date, is waiting for you in the front room downstairs." The entire time I was speaking I had watched Sam's face in the mirror. First her right eye popped open, then the left. About that time the growly moans stopped and her mouth was, um, open… wide open. She grabbed my hands and moved them to my side while turning around to face me.

"Oh! Gods Freddie! I forgot all about him. I'm so sorry, are you mad?"

About then was when I couldn't hold it in any longer. I started to chuckle, then laugh. I was trying to be quiet so Guy wouldn't hear me downstairs. I wasn't sure if I had pulled that off very well. Then Sam started to chuckle and giggle. I gave Sam a kiss and a hug. The only thing more fun than hugging a half naked Sam, is a nude Sam.

"Oh Sam, of course I'm not mad. It's not like we planned this. Besides, this just reminds me I have a lunch date Wednesday I need to cancel." I said kissing her again.

"Look, finish getting ready, I'll go down and keep him company until you come down. OK?" I asked.

Sam nodded and gave me another kiss. I went back down to the front room. Guy was looking at a magazine from the coffee table.

"Sam will just be a moment, would you like something to drink?" I asked.

"No, thanks… Ah… do you live here with Sam?" Guy asked.

I hadn't planned on saying anything to him. I was going to let Sam tell him what was going on, but I could see as soon as I answered his question, that would be impossible.

"Yeah, I do live here. My name is Fred, Fred Benson." I said holding out my hand. He got up and shook hands but had an odd, relieved look on his face.

"Oh, your Sam's ex husband, aren't you?" Guy said.

"Yes, I'm Sam's ex."

"But you live here with Sam?"

"Yes, he does." Sam said coming down the stairs. "I'm very sorry to have forgotten about our date, Guy, but Fred and I have gotten together again. I should have called you. I apologize."

"Oh, well, it's really ok. I'm glad you two have, you know… um…" Guy said.

"Tell you what, Guy, your doing great. This has to be awkward as hell." I said.

Guy looked at me and grinned. "You know, this really sucks. Yeah, awkward is an understatement. I mean, I don't mind that you guys got back together. I really think that's great. It's especially good for your kid. It's just really strange coming here saying Oh hi; I'm here to take out your wife."

I chuckled. "Um… yeah, that's got to be weird."

"Well, I think I'll just take off then" Guy said.

"Sure, ah… Come by anytime" I said.

"Uh, yeah… Not!" Guy said and started to laugh. By this time I couldn't hold it in and laughed myself. With that Guy walked to the door, turned and waved at Sam and I, smiled and left.

"What the hell was that? Why were you two laughing?" Sam asked.

I shrugged my shoulders; Sam looked at me and shook her head.

"Men are so weird" She said.

"Well, still want this man to take you out to diner? Or am I just too weird to go out with."

"You're not getting out of this that easy. Besides, weird men go well with lasagna." She grinned.

"Oh, we've decided on Italian then?" I asked.

Sam smiled.

The rest of the evening was kind of a blur. We ate Italian, and wandered around down town briefly. The little deli that is attached to the restaurant wasn't re-opened yet. The waiter told us it should be open by Monday. We were in Sam's car. She was lamenting the fact that we had dressed up slightly, but still very casual, and taken her car instead of our truck.

"Okay," she said "we need to get back home, drop off my car, pick up our truck and change into some work clothes. We're going to clean out your apartment. That means no time for hanky panky mister!"

"Why is it your car and our truck, Sam? Don't I own anything? I seem to remember buying the car and the truck." I teased.

I was just ready to start the car for the drive home. She grabbed my chin, and turned my head to face her. In a very low, suggestive voice, she said;

"We're back, your all mine, as is everything you have. I'm all yours… Get it?"

I nodded and smiled, I got it, and wasn't about to let go, ever again.

"Good, now be a good boy, and get us home. We need to get changed and finish this moving stuff. Then we can get to work on some serious hanky panky."

That last little statement came complete with a sweet peck on the lips and a grope. I'm sure a grope by Sam would constitute consummation of marriage in well over thirty states.

We needed to get this moving stuff over with, fast!

Please don't forget to check out my other wondrously fantastic story:

Three's A Crowd

There was this gal named Molly

She was so nice, by golly

If you gave her the nod

She'd review your job

And it was always quite jolly!