The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks - Sex Stories

The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks

... wind and rain hammering the house as the lightning crackled across the sky. The thunder was loud and close, rolling in waves above, the vibration of the loud thunderclaps felt as a visceral thing. In truth, Beth felt very secure with Henry, her head resting in his lap, and was glad and grateful that he’d stayed and was there to keep her company through this storm. They talked, the absence of the television and sound system quickly forgotten, talked as old friends do. About his service years, aboard the aircraft carrier USS Ticonderoga in the Gulf of Tonkin, off the coast of North Vietnam; about his children, and about watching them grow up alongside Beth; about her parents and times past, and the genealogy research he was doing into their respective family trees. They talked about how much they each loved their country and their ancestral home. Through it all, the wind and rain pounded the sturdy house, and the flashes of lightning lit the room as peals of thunder rolled overhead. They talked about her husband, Robert, and his work and travels as an airline pilot, and about Henry’s deceased wife, Mary. She could hear the emotion in his voice when he spoke of his wife, and she reached up and laid a hand on his chest. “I’m sorry, Henry; we don’t have to speak of Mary if it’s too hard for you.” “No, it’s okay. It’s easier now than it was at first, and I do love to remember her, to reminisce. You knew her - Lord, she loved you, girl – so it’s easy to talk to you about her. You ...

... were almost like a daughter to her. It feels good.” She rubbed his chest lightly. “What do you miss the most about her?” He chuckled. “The most? Mercy, that’s a hard question…there’s so much.” He was silent for a long time, but she knew he hadn’t forgotten, and wasn’t ignoring her question; he was thinking, remembering. “Her smile, I think, seeing her face…or the sound of her voice.” He paused again, his eyes far away. “Maybe just the simple fact of knowing she was there, that she was always there with me, and for me. I miss that something awful.” “Are you terribly lonely?” “Oh, sometimes, if I dwell on it – so I try not to. I stay busy, and it gets better every day; I have you and Mr. Robert, and my boys call often. I’d miss her home-cooked meals too, if you weren’t looking after me. You’re a fine cook.” “Almost as good as your Mary, huh?” She laughed softly. “I love your company, Henry; it’s lonely with Robert gone so much. And you have no idea how much I appreciate you staying with me through this storm.” “I know; you never have been fond of storms. I love the lightning, and the thunder.” “Mmm, I know. We’re different that way. ”She hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to say what was on her mind, and then plunged ahead. “Do you miss her touch, Henry? Do you miss having sex?” “Miss Elizabeth!” She laughed. “Oh come on, Henry! We’re grown-ups; we can talk about things like that! There’s no shame in enjoying sex, or in admitting that you miss it. Of course, I’m ...