Free Love Deluxe by Kimball Lee

pain, not about work, not about anyone or anything outside our nation of two, not even about poor old Turkey. We were lost and then we were found, in each other, in our own sacred Oz. Lost in a current of sensation that turned off all feeling other than the physical, a place of perfect emotional amnesia. Mental hurts were suspended, physical hurts were welcomed. Again and again we fell into bed, I opened to him readily and he thrust into me, punishing and healing. We pushed the past away, locked the door against memories and celebrated our new religion.
    ***
    John Foster never slept in his own house again. He went there to feed Turkey and to pick up clean clothes, but we couldn’t bear to be apart any longer. Over the next few weeks I rode with him to the building site at the lake or he came to the antiques store with me. We were ridiculously joined at the hip and we loved every second of it. The world was our playground and my bed had become the center of our universe.
    The lake house was framed and siding and roofing were in place, sheet rock and cabinetry were going in. One day, John needed to be at the job site and I had to be at my shop and we were desolate to be spending even one day apart. That led to an early morning sex-a-thon.
    Before we got out of bed, eyes still closed as we still lingered in that place between sleep and waking, his body covered mine and we moved together wordlessly. Later I told him I’d named that act blind-kitten-sex.
    “Why?” he asked.
    “You know how kittens search around for a warm body before their eyes open; well it reminds me of that.”
    He turned red to the roots of his hair and acted hurt, so I sat up in bed and pulled his huge head into my lap. I ran my fingers through his white-blond hair and tugged on it here and there. He closed his eyes and moaned and we were lost again. Then in the little office off my bedroom I wrapped myself around him as he gathered blueprints and engineering reports. Finally we tumbled into the downstairs guest room just before he walked out the door.
    “You’re not a very dependable contractor, late for work already.” I teased him as we lay sweat-soaked and gasping for breath.
    He looked at me seriously and said, “I can’t keep my cock out of you long enough to get anything done.”
    I could only laugh because it was the absolute truth, we were sublimely shameless.
    ***
    I met Emily for lunch and filled her in on what was going on (nonstop sex)!!!
    “Filthy strumpet!” she laughed so hard she spit iced tea across the table.
    I wiped my face and told her to shut up, but she couldn’t stop laughing, her eyes tearing up.
    She finally regained some composure, wiped her eyes and said, “What the fuck, sister? I didn’t even know you liked sex.”
    “Will you hush?” I said, glancing around to see if anyone could hear us. “I’ve always liked sex, but God, I cannot tell you how hot this is! I’m serious, Em. I didn’t even like the man a few weeks ago. And I’m nearly forty freaking years old! Now if I just smell his clothes hanging in the closet I get, you know… beyond excited. Like, stupid idiot, teenage hormones raging, gotta change my panties excited! You would not believe me if I told you how many times a day we do it. I’m not kidding, I can’t stand to be away from him. We drove to the lake the other day and stopped half way there and did it in the bathroom at a truck stop.”
    She couldn’t even begin to hide the merriment from her face, she shook her head, eyes twinkling and said, “Well slut, I’d better rush you down to the Baptist church and dunk you seven times in the baptismal!”
    We were both off on another laughing spree. We ordered margaritas to toast my new found happiness and another round to toast my absolute slutiness.
    “So,” Emily began and then paused, “we’ve been back from Florida for what, five weeks? And you two are doing the wild thing twenty four seven so what do you think, are you in