(book # 3) : Sheila And Clifford: Sheila Speaks, Etc......... [love; Male-Female Relationship; Sociology; Part 3 Of 'sheila And Clifford'; Longish] Poem by Bri Edwards

[continuation of '(Book # 2) ' about 'Sheila And Clifford']

Chapter 10

[Sheila speaks]'

Now it's my turn, for a while, to speak of both Clifford and me.
Truth be told, Cliff had lots more to learn about me ……. as you shall see.
Yes I'd my own accounting office; I took it over from my dad.
I kinda grew up around numbers; no other business I wish I had.

Not just one, but two abortions, loom in my ‘distant' past.
One in college and one as my marriage was failing; the marriage did not last.
I was and still think of myself as a feminist. All men, BEWARE!
Each trip south I'd had a fling (or two) . I really let down my hair.

But usually, back home, in New York (City) , I was the 'boss' and Ms. Proper.
My reputation there was quite untarnished, like a hunk of gleaming copper.
I did date from time to time, but not steadily, sometimes being just too busy.
[OR was I? Now at times as I look back, my memory is like a soda: sometimes too fizzy.]

Well, 'fizzy' doesn't sound right. I guess 'fuzzy' is what I meant.
It was almost more by using numbers than by using words, that ….. I paid the rent,
and afforded my Mercedes-Benz, and a very extensive wardrobe,
and shopping on 5th Avenue and elsewhere ‘round the globe.

And I really wasn't 'thirty' when Clifford and I first met.
Though a feminist, I reserved the right to lie about my age; I do as yet.
I was 27 anyway, so who should really fault me for a EXTRA few years?
When I finally told Cliff my true age, as I recall, he shed …NO tears.

So, that night in that 'posh restaurant', we four had a ……… grand old time.
Cliff had the Surf ‘n' Turf, and I had the poached salmon with lime.
Ike had Veal Marsala I think, while little Vi had a specialty house salad and tea.
Vi and Ike skipped dessert, but dear Cliff shared Baked Alaska with me.

[Now, years later, all I've just revealed to you readers, Cliff, too, does know.
I did not tell him everything those first two weeks; back then I took it slow.]



Chapter 11


[Clifford speaks]:

Day 10 brought the usual: morning coffee ……. and great sex. AND ……
…. despite the neighbor, I let out a few yelps …. when Sheila bit my pecs.
To pay her back I bit her nipples (lightly) , after sucking them to make them stiff.
I fantasized wedding invitations: 'Clifford & Sheila' OR 'Sheila & Cliff'? ?

I know what you all are thinking: 'Ten days and he talks like THIS? ! '
But you weren't me with Sheila; you experienced not, firsthand, how she did speak ….and kiss.
Yes, I admit it all seemed almost TOO fast. (Wonders never cease.)
But, honestly, with each passing day, my feelings for Sheila DID increase.


[Sheila speaks]:

I started out my condo stay………… just to relax and have some fun.
Before I met Clifford face to face, I thought 'Possibilities', but NOT 'I hope he'll be the one.'
I'd been 'around', as I'm sure people have said of me …. behind my back.
But I'd not done much that many guys hadn't done. Experience I didn't lack!

Had abortions and a failed marriage turned me off to men? Well, HELL no.
But unlike Cliff, older, yet less experienced them me, I could take it slow.
Or at least more slowly. Maybe I shouldn't have been drinking and half nude …….
…. when Cliff first saw me on his arrival. I just then had ….. a sexy attitude.

And yes, perhaps some thought that I drank too early in the day.
But I rarely got drunk, and it WAS 'my' vacation. I was there to play!
To play and recharge my workplace 'batteries'. Most weeks I work quite hard.
And 'tax times' I really work my butt (almost) off; so much I'm (almost) scarred.


Chapter 12

[NO ONE ADMITTED, under 18, unless authorized by Bri; OK, go ahead! ]

[Cliff speaks]:

After day 10's morning sex and coffee, we took a shower …. together.
[I love a shower with a window, so I can look out at the weather.]
I thought two 'a.m.-orgasms' (each) would satisfy my condo-mate,
but halfway through showering (we each) had to come … again. First rate!

I watched her as she toweled off ….. every part of her body.
She was making my 'man' get hard again! She was such a hottie! ! '
She looked up from her drying chores. My eyes, HER eyes did follow.
She gave me a post-shower 'blowjob', and, when done, …. my come she did swallow.

Not only was my 'man' so 'blown'; my man-mind was blown too.
At times I wondered if I'd wake someday, and find it ALL untrue.
Untrue that I had found a very special woman, who …… seemed to 'like' me too.
And that what I say 'seemed' true to me, …. might not be more than 'pooh'.

'Pooh', as in dog shit (or something) , which can turn best times into worst.
In the past some of my attempts at wooing women, alas, have seemed …. cursed.
But with Sheila I tried my best, to not let myself think of …. the worst, and ……
…. I dared not confess my doubts to her, who satisfied …. my every thirst.

At her invitation, I sat in Sheila's room, …… watching her get dressed.
I'd already had a dream of doing that, but to Sheila I'd not confessed.
Perhaps she had read my mind, one thing men hope women CAN'T do,
but maybe I'd dreamed it ‘cause I had read HER mind! Could THAT be true? ?

And so day 10 had begun, and we'd planned our day to have some fun.
No work on book for me, but an afternoon of swimming, and catching some sun.
So after a bit of window shopping, in our resort's own mini-town,
Sheila and I headed for the sparkling sandy beach, where I admit I acted like a clown.

We entered the wooden-fenced 'clothing-optional' section; something new for ME.
Sheila in just bikini bottOm, and me in Calvin Klein boxer shorts ('Buy one, get one FREE! ') .
'We took turns applying sunscreen, to each other's too-white skin,
and because the cream needed to soak in a while, our cabana we stayed in …..

….. until at least a half hour had passed. Then we moved out to other chairs.
We both wore sun shades for our eyes. The warm breeze tossed Sheila's hairs.
Sheila read from women's (and men's) magazines, and I read one about Hollywood's high jinks.
We pushed an intercom button a few times to order us some cooling drinks.




Chapter 13

[Sheila speaks]:

Yes, I remember quite well that beach visit on day number ten.
It was a long time ago, in my relative-youth, ……. way back then.
I'd been on that beach during my earlier visits, each time with a man.
They were not too much different, bodily, than Cliff, though THEY each had a tan.

But Cliff was different. [Was he more intellectual than they? I'm not sure.]
He responded to my body (that much I knew) but was less dominant. More mature?
Well, in a way, he was NOT mature. Oh, I can't decide what I thought.
But there surely was something I liked, which to the relationship Cliff brought.

Cliff said he acted like a clown that day; he DID make me laugh a few times.
His improvised swim suit was funny, especially when wet. And he amused me with some rhymes.
Yes, Cliff turned out to be quite a poet; he said he enjoyed writing poems, funny.
That day on the beach he made up one about me, comparing me to a Playboy Bunny!

CLIFF'S POEM:

Sheila's a gal I've met on vacation.
Her smile could brighten a nation.
She's an accountant who reads books,
and is greatly blessed …. with good looks.
Reading magazines on this beach, sunny,
Sheila is my most dear …. Playboy Bunny.

But Cliff, my dear Clifford, had eyes for more than just me.
There was a trio of college girls on the beach. I knew, them, he did see, …..
but he tried not to look at their slim bodies. I could tell.
Once when they passed in front of us, I think ……he begaaan to swell.

I could see a bulge appear in his Calvin Klein lap,
so I suggested we go into the cabana and both take a 'nap'.
He smiled, perhaps knowingly, and followed me in, then …..
we closed the cabana front, and soon we BOTH did win.


(November 2014)

[ TO BE CONTINUED in '(Book # 4) ']