The Fourth Sunrise Part 11

"I just got to the point that I had to see her one more time. At least, that was what I felt before that night started."

"Well, Joel, you can't take me this far and not give me the pay off."

"What pay off?"

"The love scene."

I paused, thinking. "You want to hear details of that part?"

"I am romance writer; that is the best part."

I laughed. "It's a pretty good part, but I'm going to need to keep it G-rated."

"G-rated? Please don't. Give me all the NC-17 details."

I was quiet.

"Do me a favor? Only censor yourself because you want to. I have heard, seen, and written it all."

Chapter Seventeen.

July 1982 a" Delta, Colorado - Nurse's Station, 9:45 p.m.

"I must have spent four hours with Christine just talking and continuing to get to know her more. It had been fourteen years. I wanted to know everything about her, except for her marriage. It was effortless when I talked to her. I had never felt that way with another human being before. I knew I didn't want the night to end.

"*Do you want to go somewhere when your s.h.i.+ft is over?' I asked Christine.

"*We should go to the library again,' Christine answered. *So I could slow dance in your arms all night and dream of a life with you.'

"I looked at Christine. *Is that true? Were you really thinking that?'

"Christine looked me in the eyes with a more determined expression than she normally used. It sort of threw me off. She said, *Of course I thought those things! You were going to be my savior. I had it all planned out that night and I held on to that fantasy...for about a month. Then the reality set in that I was probably never going to see you again. You were this great guy who swept into town but who I was never going to see again.'

"*I was still with my team for another month. I couldn't have come before you gave up on me even if I had the means to.'

"*Joel, we never talked about a future. I didn't know what was truly in your heart on that day. But I know that even if you would have come for me even on my wedding day, I would have left with you.'

"*What! Really?'

"*Joel, I was crazy about you! In many ways, I still am.'

"I stood up and looked at Christine. I slowly whispered, *I fell in love with you on that night.'

"Christine jumped up and collapsed in my arms and gave me a giant hug, nearly knocking me into the door. It took me by surprise to say the least.

"I grabbed her body as she lunged into me. We both went back into the portable so we would have more privacy. Once through the door and out of sight of others, I leaned in and kissed her as pa.s.sionately as I had dreamt of, on almost every night for the previous fourteen years. It was a slow, deep long kiss. My hands felt the fabric of her nurse's uniform. I had imagined seeing her many times, but I had never imagined she would be looking like a nurse from World War II, dressed in a cute little red, white, and blue nurse's outfit. More white than anything else.

"Suddenly, Christine pulled away and quickly sat down in her chair. *I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me. Let me think about this for a moment.'

"*What came over you was a power bigger than anything I ever had wrapped my mind around. I met you one night and now I'm 34 and I am still not over you.'

"*Why Joel?'

"*Because when you meet the one, you can't ever go back.'

"*I did.'

"*That's where we are wired differently. I couldn't. I have longed for you and I have wanted to see each moment of each day for the last fourteen years. Now that I'm here with you, I need to say everything that is in my heart because I don't know if I will ever see you again.' I struggled to talk. Somehow I muttered out the words, *All these years, you have been my heart.'

"*That is so beautiful. You have been in my heart, too, Joel. I've thought about you many times over the years and I have longed for you, too.'

"*You have?' I asked.

"*Of course. You were the most outstanding gentleman that night in the library. I thought I had met the man of my dreams.'

"*You did,' I stated simply. I wanted closure but all this did was open me wide up. However, I had gone this far and I needed to just say everything that was rising up from my deepest heart. *I want to tell you everything that is in my heart. Christine. I will never forgive myself if I don't say all I need to say.'

"*Listen, Joel, I want to hear everything your heart yearns to tell, but not here. I get off at 1:30. There is a new place that I want to take you. It's in the exact spot of the old place where the library used to be.'

*"It's a motel,' I said.

"It sure is, Joel. I'm not scandalous, but I want you to go get a room there.'

"I began to laugh. My laughter was pretty abrupt.

"*Why are you laughing?' Christine asked.

*"I'm laughing because ever since they made that library into a motel, I have stayed there during this Deltarado Days week, in hopes I would see you again at that d.a.m.n place.'

"Wow. It's been up for five years."

"I know. Trust me. I know."

"Christine smiled at me and said, *Well, write down your room number and at about 2:00 in the morning, you might get a visitor.'

"*I might get one?' I asked.

"*You will definitely get one.'

Present Day a" Delta, Colorado - Deltarado Days stage, 2:45 a.m.

"Wow, she was bold," Sharee stated.

"You're telling me. She had a determination I hadn't yet seen from her, so of course, I agreed."

"How did you see her?" Sharee asked.

"The same way I have always seen her. Even until this day, I see her as a light s.h.i.+ning in my life whenever she is in my presence."

"That is beautiful, Joel," Sharee said with tears in her eyes.

I looked at the young lady and for a moment, I saw her as a woman. Tender and soft. But that was a lifetime ago to have a beautiful young woman like her interested in an old man like myself. Sharee was in her thirties, after all. I probably shouldn't be too hard on myself being a little bit attracted to this young woman, but of course, with me in my sixties, it would have been inappropriate to pursue my mild attraction to her. However, there was a calm and a peace surrounding Sharee that was actually similar to Christine's. I was an open book around her. All my life, I had been absolutely closed off, but Christine always got me to be the person I had always knew I was deep to the core of my heart. Somehow, Sharee earned my trust on this night, but I wasn't sure why.

Chapter Eighteen.

July 1982 a" Delta, Colorado - Motel Room, 2:12 a.m.

"I went back to my motel room and got ready. It was the most bizarre event of my life, preparing to see a woman alone in a motel room, a married woman who I had obsessed over for the last fourteen years. I thought that there was a chance that I had dreamt seeing her at the fair and that I had never left my room. My mind was playing pretty bad tricks on me as I agonized, waiting for her. Mainly, I was almost beside myself because my heart wanted this so desperately and if Christine stood me up, I had no idea how I would not break down completely. It was as if my longing for her for the last fourteen years willed this very moment to happen and I had to believe it would happen, with all of my heart.

"I still didn't know what she thought of me, not fully. Did she think of me as much as I thought of her? Did she cry for me like I had for her? Did she miss me as much as I did her? What if I was just a guy pa.s.sing through one night just like I was fourteen years ago?

"Like I said, my brain was playing pretty bad tricks on me.

"I remember staring at a two-handed clock on the wall. You know the ones that don't have the second hand twirling around constantly? And once a minute, that d.a.m.n hand moved one tiny increment. I remember thinking how each of those minutes felt like an hour.

"It was 2:12 in the morning. I remember because after that moment, the number 212 had become my lucky number. It seemed that I had seen that sequence of numbers everywhere. They resonated with magic, with destiny.

"On that night, Christine Norquist came to my room and didn't say a word, at first. Not one. She knocked softly and I tentatively opened the door. She looked at me, from the other side of the door and her eyes told me the story of her deep and faithful longing for me. She lunged forward and collapsed in my arms, kissing me pa.s.sionately on the lips, her tongue and lips a gift stepped right out of my dreams and into reality.

"I kicked the door closed, and stumbled backwards into the wall, holding her as she clung to me, as if wanting to drown me in her kisses. I held my balance and kissed Christine back. As our tongues touched one another's, something ignited my soul as if it had been fourteen years before. I truly felt the energy of youth surge through me.

"I tried to break my lips away to say something but Christine wouldn't let me. Finally, I had to come up for air. She placed her right index finger on my mouth and gave me a look that said, *Let's just experience this moment without words.' Her eyes closed for a moment in a sad plea and I understood her need for no recriminations of what we were about to experience.

"I nodded my head and led her by the hand to the king-size bed where I had pulled back the blankets and sheets. We collapsed on it and continued to kiss each other with an intensity of a thousand magic moments, all piled on top of one another. It was an explosion of love, pa.s.sion, desire, and sensuality all rolled up in one.

"Slowly, we removed each other's clothes. I carefully unb.u.t.toned her nurse's uniform and pushed the fabric to the sides, then unhooked her bra in the front. As her b.r.e.a.s.t.s fell free, I covered them with my hands and softly caressed her. She unb.u.t.toned my s.h.i.+rt, sighing deeply and soon our undergarments went by the side of the bed, her shoes and her stockings gently pulled off by me, one by one, the garter belt unhooked and laid aside. We were naked before each other and her eyes were s.h.i.+ning with happiness. She opened her arms to me and I went into them. We were chest to b.r.e.a.s.t.s and she was utterlyasoft and yielding.

"Two thoughts were echoing in my head. I couldn't believe what I was experiencing with a woman who I had desired so immensely. I was in love with this woman. And I would accept all the consequences if any came my way, possibly more consequences than even her husband finding out. I knew one thing that was for sure. No one had ever loved her more than I had at that very instant. My love was close to wors.h.i.+p, and I understood, finally, that I was at some beautiful door that had been opened to me, and within it, lived all that I had ever needed to survive, and thrive, as a man.

"*Christine,' I said out loud. *I love you. I have always loved you. Every waking second since the moment we separated fourteen years ago, I have hungered to be with you. I have longed to be loved by you. I don't know why I feel this way for a woman who has a husband. I can't worry about that. My love for you is greater than my own purpose in my very own life.'

"Christine looked up at me and with tears dripping from her eyes. She said, *I knew the moment I laid eyes on you fourteen years ago that you were the love of my life. I blew it, Joel. I am so sorry.'

"*You were ensuring yourself a family with a hometown boy who you'd known all of your life. It was all you knew to do when I had gone.'

"*I love my family very much.'

"*I know you do.' I looked at Christine and my hammering heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest cavity. *What do we do with this?'

"*What do you mean, Joel?'

"*How do I love a woman who lives on the other side of the country and has a family of her own? How do I exist, knowing that someone else is receiving your love, the love that I have ached for, for so very long?'

"*You managed to do it for the last fourteen years,' Christine said and it was hard to accept that statement, because it inferred that maybe it was survivable for another fourteen without her, too.

"*It was the hardest thing I ever had to do,' I said hoa.r.s.ely.

"Christine rolled on top of my stomach and she looked down on me. *I want you, Joel. Even if it's only for tonight. I'm sorry that I can only promise you tonight.'

"*I'll take any moment of time that you give me,' I said as honestly as I could.

"*Tomorrow is a new day. Maybe I'll be able to promise you something else tomorrow. But tonight, I know I can promise you a hundred percent of my mind, soul, and body.'

"I was speechless. It was the saddest, hottest, most painful, s.e.xiest statement I had ever heard. With that, I allowed my body to speak to her on a level that was beyond my own consciousness. Every bit of me poured into her being. Not an inch of her body went unkissed. This was my moment, this was my time. This is where I separated myself from anyone else. I would pour my entire s.e.xual being, my heart and my soul into this moment of time. I knew that tonight we would create memories that would last us for the rest of our lives. I fully expected that this might be our only time to be together, physically, so I wanted to express my love for her in such a tender way that she, too, would remember the night with joy, for the rest of her life. I hoped so.

"Resting most of my weight on my arms, I covered her with my 6-foot, 2-inch body frame. Her pet.i.te 5-foot, 3-inch body was claimed by me. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to love her. I wanted to be in one union with her. But first, I wanted to intimately know every inch of her.

"I kissed her and tasted her from forehead to toes and everywhere in between. I turned her over and kissed the back of her neck, her arms, her spine, the curves of her legs and backs of her knees and trim ankles, until she was moaning softly and whispering, *yes.'

"I turned her back over and eye to eye, we looked at each other. I kissed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and tasted them until she arched her back into the caress of my mouth and lips. I touched her intimately with gentle fingers, to make her ready for me. She smiled sweetly and her eyes were on mine as if I held the vast secrets of the universe in them.

"When she touched me back, she knew that I was ready, too. I flexed my arms and positioned myself between her legs, not breaking off the kisses. She needed them so much. I looked into her eyes, confirming that she still wanted me as much as I wanted her. Her pa.s.sionate kisses were a strong indicator that she was fully engaged and willing, yet I didn't want to rush her. I caressed all of the parts of her body that she arched toward me. She finally whispered, *Please!' and that was a sign that it was time to become one with her.

"I slid myself into her slowly, carefully, making sure not to hurt her. We truly fit as if we had been made for each other. As we made love, it was the single most incredible connection I had ever felt with another woman. Our bodies flowed and moved in unison, with a rhythm that felt like our heartbeats were even in synch. I know our breaths were synched. We were a perfect fit and if our bodies were a song, the notes carried a lovely harmony.

"We made love all through the night. At times, our bodies were so heated and sweaty that I felt like we were running a marathon. The night was perfect, at times, even ethereal-like.

"Then before I knew it, the sun was coming up. Just like Cinderella, and exactly what happened fourteen years before, she had to go away as morning hit.

"Her voice had words now, instead of soft moans and gasps and the magical night began to be replaced by a feeling of urgency in her song of the morning, which was: *I have to catch a plane. It's in Grand Junction. I have to get down there as soon as I can."

*"Stay,' I said. *Stay one more night. I'll pay to change your ticket.' I opened up the blinds as the morning sun began to come over the east horizon right above the mountains. *Look at that sunrise. Oh, Christine, just think of what we could do with a whole day to ourselves.'

"I went back to the bed and crawled back underneath the covers. Christine hadn't yet gotten up and was still fully naked underneath the covers with me.

"I put my arm around her and pulled her soft warmth to me in a morning hug. I kissed her on the hair. *Morning!' I said and smiled down at her.

"She smiled up at me. "*Make love to me one more time?' Christine asked.

"*Right now?' I asked.

*Yes, I need leave real soon. I'm sorry I can't stay. But on the first sunrise you kissed me for the first time. This time, make love to me for the last time.'

"I took a deep breath. She was really going to leave. *I will gladly make love to you, but on one condition.'

"*What would that be?'