The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks - Sex Stories

The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks

... green canopy as they walked beneath it, listening to the rising and falling trill of the cicadas in the branches above. The air was still now, heavy with humidity, and Beth could feel the thin fabric of her light sundress clinging to her back. The rich, sweet scent of honeysuckle and Confederate jasmine surrounded them like a soft perfume. They stopped at the base of the tree, and Henry laid his hand on the deeply furrowed gray bark, looking at the hole just above them near the first fork, a place where Beth had watched the flying squirrels pop out at dusk on a number of occasions. “This old girl has stood here a long, long time, Miss Elizabeth; just think of all the things she’s seen!” Beth loved the sense of wonder in his voice, loved that about him, that even at his age he could be awed by something as simple as a gnarled old tree. She smiled. “You’ve seen many of those things yourself, haven’t you, Henry?” He chuckled. “Don’t remind me, girl! But this old tree must have at least two hundred years on me!” She laughed. “The important question is, does she have any more left in her?” “Oh, I think she’s going to be with us awhile yet, if your Mr. Robert doesn’t get too much of a bug about her and cut her down. She’s stood here through hundreds and hundreds of storms, through drought and floods, and even the flames and cannonballs of The War of Northern Aggression; another bit of wind isn’t going to hurt her.” They both chuckled at his euphemism for the Civil War; a phrase ...

... which had been used widely – and in earnest – in the South for many, many years after the war had ended. “Well, Robert doesn’t really understand the way things here in the south endure, Henry. He wasn’t born and raised here like we were.” He laughed. “No. I still can’t believe that your daddy let you marry a Yankee.” Her husband, Robert, was from Chicago originally. An airline pilot, he’d been based there and had flown for United Airlines out of O’Hare, primarily, until he had jumped ship and gone to work for Delta Airlines; he now flew mostly international flights, the big jets, out of Atlanta’s Hartsfield International Airport. Several years older than her, they’d met in an airport lounge in Los Angeles when she was returning from her senior year at Stanford, and the relationship had slowly blossomed from there. He’d been piloting the smaller commuter jets back then. They had now been married for almost nine years, and while she had gone to live with him in Chicago for the first two years, she had deeply missed her childhood home. A little over two years into their marriage, when her parents had died in an auto accident and the property had passed to her, they had made the decision to move back to Georgia and live in her childhood home, even though it had entailed Robert changing employers. She smiled. “Well, daddy probably wasn’t pleased about that - a damn Yankee, as he called them - but he knew that if he tried to stop me I’d just become more determined.” “Mmm, yes, you ...