Suzanne snuggled up close to me on the sofa and the warmth of our bodies felt so good. Pausing, she asked, “Tonie, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Of course you can. Anything you want to know about me will be answered honestly. What is it?”
“What are your dreams like? Are they in colour and, also, can you see normally in your dreams?”
I smiled at her bold question. “Now, that is an interesting question. Since I have been partially sighted up until four years ago, my dreams are as if I was fully sighted. For more recent images, my imagination fills in the blanks. I don’t know what it must be like for anyone who has been blind since birth, but I consider myself fortunate to have such visual memories.”
“The other thing that I am curious about is the spelling of your name. I don’t think that I have ever heard of it being spelled with an ‘ie’ instead of a ‘y’.”
“Ah, that was my parents’ idea. I was christened ‘Tonie’ and not ‘Anthony’ as you might expect. They really wanted me to have an unusual spelling to my name. I don’t really know why, but I am obviously used to it, by now.”
“I like the fact that it is different from what people expect. Do you know what it means?”
I laughed. Somehow, I had expected this obvious question. “Apparently, it means priceless, flourishing flower. I’m not certain that I want to be thought of as a flower. Probably more of a weed!”
“Well, for me, priceless is more appropriate. That’s exactly what you are to me, sweetheart.”
“I did find another definition for the name ‘Tonie’ on the internet, but I don’t know how accurate it was.”
“Can you remember it?”
“I think so.” I was smiling as I said, “‘An extremely handsome, caring man. Amazing boyfriend material, loving and sweet. Tonie’s have great listening skills and will lay around with you for hours. They will compose sweet notes and never forget an anniversary or birthday.’”
“I don’t know how you manage to remember all that, Tonie, yet I can really believe it.
Suzanne seemed quite happy with my explanation and, once again, we melted into each other’s arms and kissed passionately.
After settling Kelly down for the night, Suzanne and I started to walk up the stairs, both of us feeling a little nervous. We had no idea just what the night may hold for us.
Would the presence make itself felt again or could we have a night free of the violent hauntings?
Everything seemed quite normal as we entered the bedroom. We did not stay long, heading towards the bathroom. Our initial embarrassment had now been replaced with a casual awareness of each other’s bodies, although Suzanne had the advantage of being able to see me in all my nakedness. To my mind, the male naked body is not a particularly attractive sight. Memories of communal showers at secondary school, where many naked, over-exuberant teenage boys fooled around, making fun of those boys who were less well-endowed, held a poignant image in my mind.
Conversely, I had watched enough x-rated films while my vision was sufficient to appreciate the naked female form to understand the desirability of a beautiful, fit, well-shaped woman.
To my surprise, Suzanne confounded my thoughts by saying, “You know, Tonie, you do have quite a good body.”
“Really? I never thought my body was anything to be all that proud of.”
“Well, you look fit and good to me. There is no excess fat on your body and you seem quite muscular, with really strong thighs. How tall are you?”
“Just over six feet. I do try and avoid eating too much and I exercise with the weights regularly as well as using my exercise bike.” I smiled, gratefully. “You’ve made me feel much better, now, Suzanne. Thanks.”
“You are very welcome, Tonie. Do you feel up to burning off some more calories, tonight?”
I could hear the smile in her voice at this provocative question. We left the bathroom and entered the bedroom. “Oh, I’m certain that I can get rid of a few calories, with your assistance.” We both laughed as we climbed into bed, again leaving our bedclothes under the pillows. Thankfully, I could feel no menace in the room and there were no strange noises to cause us any immediate concern.
Lying on our sides facing each other, we started petting and, enticingly, Suzanne ran her fingers lightly over my buttocks. Kissing passionately, our tongues explored each other’s mouths urgently. I, then, moved my mouth down to her breasts, running my tongue over her proud nipples. She gave little gasps of pleasure as I concentrated on arousing her through the super-sensitive rounds of her breasts.
Our breathing becoming ever more urgent, Suzanne turned me, gently, until I was lying on my back, at which point, she mounted me, easing me into her welcoming vagina. “You’re in clover, again, my love”, she said, with a little giggle.
Her tightness engulfed me completely, heightening our erotic pleasure, as she rode me, slowly at first and then quickening her pace as we sought mutual satisfaction.
Her sighs of pleasure were beautiful to my ears as we enjoyed each other’s bodies, moving together in perfect unison.
We could have slowed down to extend our super-sensual pleasure, yet both of us sought urgent mutual climax. Suzanne was breathing hard, her voice, excited, urging me on with every passing moment. “Yes, oh, yes, my love!”
I felt certain that our love-making noises could be heard through the thin party walls, yet the sheer pleasure and excitement over-ruled this thought, allowing us to complete the act with a final shudder of excitement and satisfaction, accompanied by a squeal of delight from Suzanne.
It was at the precise moment of our climax that a terrific crash drowned out all other sounds. It came from a corner of the room where my weights were stored.
Suzanne lifted herself off my body, allowing me to swing my feet to the floor, hoping to discover just what had made the noise.
“Be careful, my love! Let me check what has happened. I don’t want you falling over something. The room light was switched on as Suzanne ventured from the bed, cautiously viewing the corner of the room. She gave a sudden gasp of surprise. “Your bar and weights have moved from the rack and dropped onto the floor. I think we both know who or what was responsible.”
I began to walk towards the weights, but Suzanne stopped me. “Wait, Tonie. If you try to find the weights, you may stub your toes or fall over them. Let me guide you to the right place.
Together, naked, we walked to the corner of the room, where Suzanne placed my hand on the horizontal bar of the weights. I took hold of the bar with both hands and pulled, but, to my astonishment, I found it impossible to raise the weights. “I can’t lift it, Suzanne, but I don’t know why. I really don’t have any weights that I am unable to lift.”
She paused, deep in thought. “Come back to bed, my love. I have a feeling that, tomorrow, the weights will be more manageable.”
At first, I did not understand why she had said this. Then the penny dropped. “You think that Ivanko is, somehow, making the weights even heavier?”
“It’s the only logical explanation that I can think of. Come on, love. Let’s get some sleep!”
Crazy as it seemed, I felt that she was probably correct. Still naked, we cuddled together and, very soon, we were both in a deep, undisturbed sleep.
Chapter Ten: a difficult meeting
Next day, while we were at the office, Suzanne received a text message from her mother. She appeared to have calmed down enough to want to visit the two of us that evening at our house.
Suzanne responded, suggesting that we meet up around eight, giving us enough time to finish our dinner.