See You In The Morning, Part 4

     “I couldn’t believe we won that contest!” Charles was still clearly delighted.

     “How could we not?”  David asked.  “Your make-up was smeared and I had a big jizz stain on my crotch.  Everyone there knew what we’d been doing.  We got the porn vote, not for actually having the best costumes.”

     “That’s what made these the best costumes, Silly!” Charles protested.  “Anyway, we won!  That’s what counts.”

     David snickered and shook his head.  “Yeah, right.  We won a  molded cherry jello penis with canned whipping cream sprayed on the tip of it so it trailed down its balls.   What a prize that was!”

     “Cheer up,” Charles encouraged.  “You also got the best piece of ass you ever had!”

     “From under a pink skirt, says who?” David toyed.

     “Says you!  Listen, Mona Macho, don’t knock the pink skirt.  All the best things in life are pink.  You won me and I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, so far!” Charles pointed out.

     “No, Sweet Boy, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me period, or ever will.  You’ve never let me forget that either!” David countered.  He wanted to desperately to kiss his lover at that point, but stopped himself.  “Do you remember our second date, Charles?”

     “Of course I do.  It went about the same way as the first time we met only we were here, no one interrupted us, and I wasn’t wearing a dress.”

     David laughed and then commented, “And on the third date, I asked you if the difference in our ages bothered you.  Your reply was to ask me if I was rich.”

     “I remember,” Charles admitted.  “You said you did all right.”

     “Then when I asked if you did all right, you coyly rubbed against my crotch and said, “I think I do all right.  You’ve always had a way when it comes to changing the topic of conversation.”

     “What I was saying was that age wasn’t a worthwhile topic for discussion, David.”

     “I realized that later on, but you did give me pause at the time.  I was quite smitten with you, but I didn’t want to be thought of as a sugar daddy.  I didn’t really think about being twenty years older.   I was only forty-five, you know; still a young man, so the subject of money bothered me some.” 

     “So how did you get over it?”

     “I discussed it with Boops, of course.”

. ~ .

     When David opened the gate to Boops’ front garden, she was waiting for him on the veranda.  “So nice of you to call, David, and to drop by for a visit.  I don’t get to see as much of you since introducing you to Charles, not that I’m jealous you understand.”

     “You’re right, Boops, it has been too long since we have been together just the two of us,” David replied as he gazed upon the high tea that had been prepared for him.  “I have to say, my dear, those tarts look mighty fine.”

     “Well, sit down, David and allow me to play mother.  Try not to drool on my newly painted floor.  They’re pastry tarts, David, not young men for hire!” the lascivious redhead cajoled.  “Speaking of the human variety of tarts, though, how do you like my friend Charles?  Isn’t that kid something else?”

     “He and I have been keeping company though I don’t understand why,” David carefully answered.

     “Why?  I’ll tell you why, David.  It’s because Charles is a sexy and interesting young man.”

     “He is also cocky, opinionated about everything and extremely high maintenance,” David argued.

     “God, David, don’t hold back just because I introduced the two of you.  Tell me how you really feel about him!”

     “Okay.  Well, he’s handsome, as you well know.  He can be charmin’ in kind of an offbeat way.  I guess you’d say edgy.  He’s a total princess and totally irresistible.”

     “Sounds like he’s the answer to your prayers, David.  However, I have to ask, other than screwing like rabbits, is there a basis here for anything other than an affair?”

     “Sure, Boops.  It’s surprising how much we have in common.  He enjoys going with me to art museums and galleries, even though he doesn’t understand why there are never any pictures by Tom of Finland.”

     “Can’t fault the boy for that, David.  I’ve often wondered that myself,” the old woman quipped.  They both laughed at that.

     “We both like going to concerts, though he prefers Beyonce to Beethoven.  When it comes to cuisine, I cook; he eats.”

     Boops chuckled as she commented, “It’s amazing what the difference a decade or two can make, isn’t it?  Your other men friends have generally been your age or older.  Being the daddy is a new role for you, David.”

     “He makes every thing fresh again.  I like visiting his world and he seems to be comfortable in mine.  Boops, I think I could give this young man my heart.”

     Boops leaned forward and placed her hand on David’s knee.  “I don’t think your heart is yours to give, David.  It sounds to me like Charles has already helped himself.”

     “I’ve asked him to move in with me, Boops.  We’re going to celebrate with a trip to New York City.  I’ve booked a suite at the Four Seasons.  I’m going to take him to a Broadway show and an opera at the Met.  He wants to take me out dancing at as many discos as we can find.”

     “Whoa, Cowboy!” Boops exclaimed.  “Don’t you think you might be movin’ just a tad too fast?”

     “This could be my  happily ever after, Boops.  I don’t want to waste a single moment of it,” David explained.

     “And when he breaks your heart, David, what then?” Boops cautioned.

    “I’ll deal with that if and when it happens.  Right now we’re just on page one, ‘Once upon a time, in a fairyland far, far away.”

     “I know you believe that, David.  You’re flyin’ high now, but a broken heart―”

     David interrupted her, “Like I said, I’ll deal with that later.  For now, I just want to enjoy being in love with this man.”

     “Damn it, David!  Why couldn’t I find a straight version of you instead of the dogs I let follow me home?”

     “Maybe, Boops, if they had really been like me, they wouldn’t have been challenging enough for you.  I remember full well your stories about Shitty Father, for instance,” David consoled.

     Boops threw her hands up in the air and leaned back in her chair.  :Oh, Honey, that one only got lucky  because there was a war on.  You know, WW Two, the big one.  He was going to war and I just couldn’t bear for a beautiful man like that die a virgin.”

David lowered and tilted his head in disbelief that the man was a virgin.  “Oh, alright, I couldn’t bear the thought of a man who packed his jeans like he did  going off and getting himself shot before I could see what that package was all about.  Who knew the sonofabitch would survive to come home to be my awfully wedded husband?  We had to elope before he shipped out.  What if I discovered I was pregnant after he was gone?  I was a good girl, you understand, just willing to do my part for the war effort.  That way I was covered.  But what a mistake he turned out to be!  Thank goodness he had the decency to die and leave me a wealthy widow.”  She paused to survey David’s response.  “Don’t look at me like that, David.  Some men are just easier to get along with from the Great Beyond.  I did have his child to raise, you know, so the life insurance came in handy, along with this house and the Cadillac.  Not too bad a deal from a man who was all cherries and not much stem.”