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Chapter Thirteen: Marty Meet Eve Part One

"So John McBain can recite poetry huh?" Marty asked smiling widely.

"Yeah, I can. Don't ask me to do it now cause I won't." John replied with a chuckle.

"I wouldn't know what poems to ask you to recite anyway."

John nodded as he easily returned her wide smile with one of his own. He was about to say something when his cell phone began to buzz, taking the phone out of his pocket he flipped it open to find that Mike was calling him.

"I've got to take this. I'll be right back though."

Marty nodded as she watched John go and as he shut the door behind him she began feeling dizzy. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and another memory flashed in front of her.

Marty stood in front of her walk in closet wondering what she should wear. Today was such a huge day for her, Cole and John since his Mom Eve was flying in from Atlantic City for her grandson Tommy's second birthday. The party was going to be in the park, so something light and breezy would work but what?

John walked into Marty's bedroom to find her still wearing his blue button down shirt from the night before as she stood in front of her closet pondering her many choices. Smiling he walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist as he nuzzled his face against her neck.

"John!" She shrieked, "You scared me!"

"Aww, come on it wasn't that big of a deal."

"John we have to get dressed."

"I'd love it if we got undressed." He whispered saucily.

"John!"

That was the last word she got in. He had her now legs fully wrapped around him as he carried her to the bed. Her arms wound around his neck as their lips moved against the one another's voraciously. He lay her down on the soft comforter and began the next matter at hand; disrobing.

John began undoing the buttons of the black and white pinstripe button down shirt he was wearing when he felt her hands slithering upwards. She was on her knees now keen to shed him of his clothing herself. Her fingers worked quickly and expertly until the crisp fabric was cast aside to reveal a perfectly honed muscular build.

She ran her fingers gingerly over the many ridges down the center of his abs, tickling over the light trail of hair. There she had found it. Her heart was pounding with anticipation as she unfastened his belt and began unzipping his black slacks. He felt her shiver and gathered her hands in his own and kissed them softly.

Now it was his turn. He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt that she wore. With that fabric now hanging on both sides and open he could witness for himself the beauty of what lay beneath.

Unbeknownst to the lover's the doorbell had rung and Cole left the kitchen to greet whom he assumed would be John's Mom. Upon opening the door that's who was on the other side of the apartment's paneled door.

"You must be John's Mom Eve," Cole greeted warmly allowing her to walk through the door, "I'm Marty's son Cole. It's nice to meet you."

Eve's calm and cool demeanor immediately dissipated when she locked eyes with the surprisingly polite and handsome teenager. Unable to contain her smile she greeted him back just as warmly, "Yes, I'm John's mother, Eve. It's so nice to finally meet you Cole. I cannot wait to meet your mother John talks about the two of you so often."

Cole nodded saying, "That's great. John talks about you a lot and my Mom's anxious to meet you too. My Mom and John are probably getting dressed I'll go see if they're ready."

"Of course I'm in no rush. Tell them to take their time."

As Cole walked down the hallway and reached his Mom's open bedroom door, John's lips were conducting their own exploration of Marty's body. They lingered languidly at her throat, at the cleft between her full breasts; thankful she wasn't wearing a bra. His mouth swept hungrily over her stomach before reaching the place he would come to rest inside.

"Hey, John, Mom Eve's here . . . " The rest of his sentence died on his tongue once Cole realized what he could see from his vantage point in the doorway.

"Oh my God!" He yelled loud enough for John and Marty to hear.

When the two heard the scream Marty shrieked in embarrassment and tried desperately to cover herself while John cursed loudly and quickly redressed himself while Marty fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Telling Marty it would be all right he chastely kissed her on her forehead and as he left the bedroom John made sure to shut the door.

When he walked out to the living room, he saw Cole sitting on the couch dumbfounded with his Mom and he felt like the kid who got his hand caught in the cookie jar.

Eve looked up to see John as red as a fire truck with a sheepish smile gracing his face when he finally picked his head up from the floor to look at her directly. Then she put two and two together and realized what Cole had probably seen that caused him to run from his mother's bedroom and sit on the couch, completely unmoving now.

Before she could say anything a beautiful woman in her mid thirties appeared by her son's side looking equally as flushed and sheepish if not more. She wore a simple violet sundress with a crossover bodice, a thin braid detailing in the spaghetti straps and the tie at her waist along with matching violet flip flops.

"Marty, this is my Mom Eve. Mom, this is Marty my girlfriend." John said once he found his voice which was unusually high.

Eve simply smiled as she tried to hold back her laughter, "It's nice to finally meet you Marty."

"It's nice to meet you too, Eve." Marty said softly not feeling brave enough to look the older woman in the eye.