(book # 4) : Sheila And Clifford : Sh. And Cl. And Violet And Ike ..... [love & Sex; Continuation Of 3 Previous Long Poems] Poem by Bri Edwards

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Chapter 14

[Violet and Ike speak]:

Ike: 'Vi, Baby, what did YOU think of Sheila's newfound man? …….
I thought he was alright, for a white guy, but he COULD use a tan.'

Violet: 'Oh! You noticed she brought a man WITH her tonight?
I thought most of the evening, your eyes held HER tight.
[Violet giggles; Ike laughs and coughs.]
He seemed a little stiff at first; no, not THAT, you brute!
But when he mentioned that 'no cheese? ' ….. that was a hoot.'

Ike: 'Oh, Vi, they leave in four days. Let's invite them over, real soon.
Be a dear and arrange for dinner for four at our place. Call her tomorrow ‘bout noon.'

Vi: 'Sure, whatever you say Ike. You're the boss, and we've got nothing to lose.
I'll get Betty to cook, and Paul to serve the dinner and the booze.'
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Chapter 15

[Clifford speaks]:

It was a fun day at the beach; Sheila and I rinsed off in the Sea.
Then it was back to the condo to get ready for dinner, plus I had to pee.
I don't pee where I swim and public toilets I don't like.
While showering I thought of Sheila's friend Violet, and NOT much of Ike.

[Oh, Ike was ok (for an old guy) but women interest me more,
and, because of their age difference, I wondered: 'Is Violet a whore? '
Ok, perhaps sometimes, I admit, I can act like a pig.
I even wondered if she was a guy, just dressed up in a wig.

I like to think of myself as a 'liberal' and not bigoted at all,
but sometimes I feel I come close, into the 'bigot trap', to fall.
I grew up in (and still live in) Darien Connecticut. I DID.
I hardly heard of blacks, Hispanics, or gays, ….. when I was a kid.

I write mystery novels, in which my imagination can run wild.
I've learned a lot (much of it by reading) about the world, since I was a child.
My dad was a banker; my mom a housewife and mother of one.
Yes, I was an 'only child', and therefore their favorite son.]

After dinner and dancing and a late comedy show,
we were exhausted when, our butts, back home we did tow.
We were now sleeping [I mean REALLY sleeping] together, both in 'her' bed.
Sometimes it seemed as I'd imagined it would be like …. if I were to wed.
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Chapter 16

[Clifford speaks]:

Day 11 dawned early but neither one of us was early to rise,
unless you want to count 'me', when I felt Sheila between my thighs.
Her cute butt was tenting our cover; she seemed to want a snack …. to eat.
I must say her attention to me was better than me (solo) 'beating my meat'.

She'd NOT made us coffee or muffins and her hair looked a fright,
but we'd awoken about eleven, having slept most of the night …..
AND morning, in fact. [What I wouldn't give to extend our stay another week! ]
Right after I came, I lifted the cover and, at Sheila, took a peak.

I thought I'd gone to Heaven and had found an angel, divine.
We switched places. It was time for MY snack now. And it was FINE.
Then she gave me a quick kiss on my tushy and hopped out of bed.
I called after: 'I LOVE you', but I don't think she heard what I said.


[Sheila speaks]:

[The Hell I didn't hear him! What woman would not hear THAT?
But I acknowledged him not. Some would call me a brat!
Was I ready for the 'L' word? He was moving fast, or so I did think.
I hate the uncertainty of a relationship; sometimes it does STINK! ]

We were having a late brunch in the kitchen when I got the call.
It was Violet, at noon (sharp) , and it surprised me NOT at all.
The same thing happened last year at this time and place.
Should I risk taking Cliff there to dine? Would it cause my fall from grace?

I thought a moment of Cliff and them AND me. I thought: 'What should I do? '
I hoped I could trust my female instinct, about Cliff, to see me through …..
…. whatever might happen between then and our day of first (?) parting.
[I wished I had a trusted-astrologist who could, for us, do accurate charting.]

I listened to Vi's invitation, which sounded all too familiar to me,
and I said 'Yes. But first let me ask Cliff. I'll call you back by three.'
I hung up and turned to Cliff, who was munching a muffin with lox.
'Dinner with Ike and Vi tomorrow? ' 'Sure', he said. …. [The cat was not yet ‘out of the bag' ….. 'box'? ]

I went to the spa while Cliff worked more on his new book, but ….
….. first I called Vi back to say 'Yes'. Was I now on the ‘hook'?
I had to keep busy, to try to keep my anxiety at bay.
I hated to admit it; I think I was falling in love, though my mind said 'NO WAY! '

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Chapter 17

[Clifford speaks]:

Day 12 already? I'd been marking off the calendar days.
'Yesterday' Sheila had given Vi one of her female oks.
I had mixed feelings about us accepting their invitation,
but they WERE Sheila's friends. I wished not to give limitation.

I mean I didn't want to restrict Sheila's style on vacation.
BUT, to have her all to myself the next two days was a ……. temptation.
Then again, I did not 'own' Sheila. We'd 'almost' just met.
I was being cautious; I dared not to (Sheila) upset.

She had come to the Bahamas to rest and have fun,
to sleep 'late', do shopping and sightseeing, and splash in the sun.
I'd been most lucky that she'd chosen to let me share ….
with her ….. this beautiful isle and weather, as she let down her hair.

[Sure Vi (Violet) was cute, as I've mentioned before,
but we'd be going there to dine and talk, not for me to 'score'.
Besides, why would I look further than Sheila (whom I'd come to love) ,
a woman with a Bunny's body, and sweetness like a an angel above?

I actually felt guilty to be making so much, in my mind, of Sheila's 'good looks'.
I like to think that if she were 'plain' and had a nose that 'hooks',
I'd still have fallen for Sheila, as they say, 'hook, line, and sinker'.
I don't consider 'good looks' essential. I'm not THAT much of a stinker! ]

[Sheila speaks]:

Day 12 already! I'd been marking off the calendar days.
This was turning out to be the best of my (Bahamas) stays.
I'd thought 'possibilities' before I'd met Cliff face to face;
now something had happened which I thought would never take place.

Yes, it's true; despite not seeking it out, I thought I'd fallen for him,
but I dared not admit it to Cliff; it might have been just a whim.
Perhaps I wanted desperately to be loved and made love to, ….. by just ONE guy?
Or was I just tired of going between 'Ms Proper', and having sex 'on the fly'?

I too had mixed feelings about taking Cliff ….. for dinner at Ike's.
I'd had fun there with other men. But with Clifford, it could be …… 'Yikes! '
BUT perhaps this would be a good test for the love Cliff professed.
Would our visit cause Clifford to be angry or enchanted? Or maybe depressed?

Another 24 hours should tell me if I'd made a BIG mistake …..
to accept Vi's invitation to dinner. But, Clifford, I was determined to take.
'Come Hell or high water', on Day 13 ……….. I should surely know ….
if I'd be seeing Cliff back in the 'States' after we both, back home did go.
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Chapter 18

[Clifford speaks]:
We were both a bit nervous that morning, though, 'it', we both DID hide.
I woke up about 8, and Sheila was still purring, right there by my side.
I started to get up, to start our morning coffee brewing, but …..
Sheila grabbed my underwear and mimicked a lioness, snarling and chewing.

The coffee could wait. I turned back to my she-lion in bed,
and, almost before I knew it, she was starting to give me great 'head'.
Yes, my 'little man' was growing as she used her lips and her tongue.
A woman like Sheila could probably keep any man (18-88) 'young'.

I let her continue until I began to erupt in quick spasms.
She swallowed it all down, and then she had her first of four ….. a.m. orgasms.
The second was while my mouth was pressed against her love box.
Then I let my 'big man' give her two more, while I 'got off my rocks.'

Before showering together, we both laid down, hand-in-hand, for a while
We'd certainly started Day 12 'off'…….., in an EXPLOSIVE style
No shower-sex that morning, but we washed each other's back.
It was becoming more clear what my Darien townhouse did lack.

[Sheila speaks]:
Wow! My Clifford had gone from 'shy', to being a 'tiger' in bed.
I found myself dreaming of him f++ing me, and me giving him head.
I guess we both hid well our anxiety that day, buried in lust.
A couple of mornings we'd skipped sex, but usually it seemed like a 'must'.

Breakfast for me was my yogurt, and coffee, and muffin,
while Cliff made his eggs-of-the-day which, into his mouth, he was stuffin' …..
when I asked him 'What would you like to do today, 'young man? ',
to which he answered: 'spend as much of it with a young lady as I can'.

I said 'Any particular young lady, sir, who you've got in mind? '
He said 'The same gorgeous accountant who, in your bed, I did find.'
We both had a laugh about THAT. We planned 'our' afternoon.
We decided to spend our time as a 'couple' before parting, which would be TOO soon.
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Chapter 19
[Cliff speaks]:

So, before our meal with Ike and Vi, Sheila and I had fun.
We spent several hours at The Arcade, which a Bahamian couple did run.
It was near our condo but we'd never visited it; now it was time.

It had lots of old game machines which, as a kid ……, just cost a dime ……..

….. to play. OK! Not a dime. Maybe a quarter, but no more.
We took turns, at a dollar a pop, trying to run up …. a high score ……
….. on skeeball, pinball, and video games. It WAS fun!
Before we left, my wallet lighter, SHE'd outscored ME ………… 2 to 1.

We shared a hot dog there too, my half with mustard, hers with relish.
I would have used onion, but I didn't want my breath to be 'smellish'.
Back to condo by four p.m., we showered and dressed to dine.
I watched as Sheila put on her slip, in which she looked ….. divine.

That day she wore a loose, puffy blouse, and a long, light wool skirt.
I wore chinos and loafers and a light green polo shirt.
The taxi ride was along the coast, for about five miles.
Vi and Ike greeted us at their hillside home's front door …. with smiles.
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Chapter 20
[Sheila speaks]:

Cliff was surprised that we were not the only guests invited.
I wasn't too surprised, and, in fact, I was somewhat delighted …..
to find another couple I had met before; their names: Alice & Ted.
And like Vi and Ike, Ted and Alice lived together, but were NOT wed.
The introductions made, drinks were offered and we partook.
A naked painting of Vi hung on one wall, and Clifford took a quick look …..
before turning to me and raising his eyebrows, as he raised his glass.
I'll have to admit her breasts were perky and she had a cute ass.

Ike, who doesn't miss too much, said to Cliff: 'You like it? '
Cliff looked up from his shoes, and said, dumbfounded, 'I need a place to sit.'
'Here, join me on the couch' said Vi. 'My painting you don't like?
It's a self-portrait I made last year as an X-mas present for Ike.'

Cliff sat next to Vi. The rest of us had already been seated.
'Uh, sure I like it. But I was feeling a bit faint. The cab was over-heated.'
I looked at Alice, across from me. Ike cleared his throat and smiled,
and said 'Cliff, perhaps your scotch is too strong Care for something more mild? '

'Well, thanks, but I feel better already. You have a lovely home, I'll say.'
And Ike replied 'There's a nude of ME in our bedroom, but to see it you need to pay.'
I tried not to laugh at that, but no one else tried so I joined in.
Poor Cliff took another sip and displayed a sheepish grin.

I was glad we'd all dressed comfortably; NO suits were in sight.
Both Ted and Alice were as young as I, and their clothes a bit more tight.
We chatted for a half hour or so. We shared our visit to The Arcade.
Ike said he'd worked near there as a teen, and near there he'd first gotten laid.

Another round of laughter and this time Cliff joined in.
I was glad Clifford enjoyed sex so much, not regarding it as a sin,
but I wondered how he would react if he knew Ike's and my history.
If Cliff had guessed anything at all, it still would be a mystery.

I'd met Vi and Ike at their restaurant; yes, they owned that posh spot.
Three years ago I first visited their home, on a night that was real 'hot'.
Hot, as in sexually steamy. A mutual 'friend' of theirs and mine was my date.
It was then I learned they all were swingers. The night was NOT sedate.

Like tonight, there were two couples as dinner guests,
but unlike tonight, we six were much differently dressed ….
in costumes, and wearing half-masks which left us free to eat.
It was around Halloween, and that night was trick AND treat.

I leave it up to your imaginations what I did THAT night.
What with dinner wine and some hashish later, I was NOT uptight.
Now I'll turn you over to Clifford, to OUR three-years-later eve.
As I didn't know for certain Vi's 'plan', I felt, Clifford, I did not deceive.

[Clifford speaks]:

That was on hell of a night which I (almost) wish I could forget.
The drinks were flowing, good food was had. All was beautifully set ….
up for an enjoyable visit, as best as I could at first tell.
THEN weird things began to happen. My excitement I (almost) could not quell.

We'd been at the dining table, talking and eating for over an hour,
when something(s) happened, and I knew not whether to charge ahead or cower.
A fine dessert selection was presented, along with a dessert wine.
I'd already had a few drinks, and 'Cliff' was ……………'feeling fine'

Ike and Vi were seated at opposite ends of the table, exquisite,
which I'm pretty sure had been adjusted (in size) …. for our visit.
Not a lot of elbow room was between Alice and me, and me and Vi.
I sat opposite Ted, and Sheila was at Ike's right hand. How sly!

As I raised a forkful of cake to my mouth, I felt a touch on my left foot.
at first Vi said 'excuse me' and withdrew, but then again her foot she put ….
on my foot, AND it traveled upward towards my left knee.
I excused myself from the table, saying (in truth) , 'I've got to pee.'

When I returned I tried to put Vi's wandering foot out of my mind,
but then Alice's foot seemed to wander (on my right) and my right leg SHE did find.
Could it be too much wine (and my good looks) casting a spell on them?
Then I remembered a dream I'd had like this, years ago in college …………..

I glanced over (kitty-corner) to where Sheila was chatting with our host.
I glanced over at Ted, across from me, eating cake ……. after his pot roast.
I glanced to the left at cute Vi, who looked so innocent and sweet.
I finally glanced to the right at Alice. Was she sizing me up …. like a piece of meat?

Then for fifteen more minutes, no more under-table touching was felt.
We retired to the living room, where, into a deep chair, I tried to melt.
More conversation followed and then Ike causally lit up the first joint.
It was passed around, but when it came to me, I naively asked: 'What's the point? '

My question was met with smiles all around, though Sheila's seemed nervous.
Well, I'd been around dope in the past; I knew this was NOT a church service.
By now my mind was in a whirl. I wondered how the night would end.
The evening staff were applauded warmly, and away Ike, them, did send.

Ike and Ted and Sheila and Alice went off, thirty feet, to the patio,
where I could see them through the French doors, in the sun's waning glow.
Vi had been seated close to me, but now she moved even nearer.
She could and did reach her hand to mine, and I sensed her meaning clearer.

Her other hand undid the buttons on her sheer silk top, exposing a frilly bra.
As she finished with her buttons, she beamed a smile, and said 'Ahhh! '
I must admit I was beginning to feel a bit randy, though I tried NOT to.
I told myself to not get carried away, but my 'growing guy' whispered: 'GOT to'.

It was then that I glanced out the open French doors at the foursome there.
Left to right were Alice and Ted, and Sheila and Ike. The breeze played with Sheila's hair.
Another joint was being passed around and Ike placed one big hand on Sheila's ass.
This startled me a bit and I wondered: 'Could it just be the grass? '

OR, is something else going on here? Am I the only one not knowing? '
I then felt Vi's nails pressing my skin, and I saw one of Vi's breasts was showing.
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Again I turned back to the patio scene to see Sheila move Ike's hand.
Could Sheila have known the direction of this visit? Could it ALL have been planned?

Next I saw Ike and Sheila talking. Ike tossed the joint away.
Sheila turned from the other three and slowly walked our way.
Vi made no move to remove her hand, nor to cover herself.
Sheila said 'Headache, Vi', and grabbed her purse from a shelf.

Then Vi's hand withdrew and Sheila's took mine instead.
She said 'Thanks, Vi. Perhaps some other time.' To the front door we did head.
Outside, I think we both felt relief. I sure knew I felt some.
Luckily, it wasn't long before along a little taxi did come.

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(end of 2014)

[TO BE CONTINUED IN A NEW 'POEM', tentatively entitled:
'Sheila And Cliff's Last Day(s) In The Bahamas', ....beginning
with Chapter 21]



(November & December 2014)