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   What Took You so Long?  By Ray1031

   Robin Murphy was in the utility room moving clothes from the washing
machine to the dryer when he heard someone insert a key in his front door
and unlock it.  Wondering who it could be he stepped out into the hallway
and looked towards the door.  A few seconds later he was surprised to see
Deborah Majors step through the door carrying a suitcase and a bag of
groceries.  He was surprised because he quite honestly had never expected
to see her again.

   Rob and Deb had grown up together.  Their families living only one block
apart in the small lakeside community they had grown up in.  What a
diference that single block made in their lives though.  The street that
had seperated Rob's block from Deborah's was also the dividing line between
two counties.  Because of this the bus that Robin rode to school each day
took him to one town, while the bus that Deborah rode delivered her to
school in another.  Best friends and pals at home, they were rivals in all
things school related.  Their two schools being recognized, throughout
their corner of the state, as having the most contested rivalries from one
year to the next.  Robins school usually dominated in football, and
basketball, while Deborah's school normally championed in track and field,
and wrestling.  Baseball, swimming and golf were usually toss-ups as both
schools teams were more equally matched.

   Robin had championed his school's swimming team, leading the team to the
regional competitions three years running.  Deborah was on her school's
track team and had set two new state time records in her Junior year.  Six
months older than Robin, she and he had both begun their schooling the same
year.  Her parents having chosen to hold her back until she was actually
five before enrolling her in kindergarten.  With a November birthday, she
could have begun attending while still four years old, as her mother had
done.  But her mother remembered having trouble in school because of her
younger age and hoped to save her daughter that by waiting the extra year.

   A Tomboy, Deborah was more like the boys in school than she was the
girls.  She prefered Jeans to dresses and rough and tumble horseplay to
gossip, dancing and subtle flirting.  Not that she wasn't a flirt, she was
by her very nature and enjoyed it.  But it was all just good fun with her
and carried none of the more serious overtones the other girls flirting
did. She always seemed to know just who she could have fun flirting with
and who would take it too seriously.

   Inseperable companions during their school vacations, Robin and Deborah
shared many firsts together as they grew up.  Especially when Deborah began
developing earlier than many other girls their own age and puberty made the
diferences between boys and girls so much more interesting.  They shared
their first kiss together and then practiced kissing together often under
the boat dock at the lake.  It was Deborah, rather than Robin, who stole
her father's adult magazines and then wanted to try all of the wonderful
things she was reading about.  Still, even with that, they did not progress
to full on intercourse until they were both sixteen.  Though they had often
masturbated together before that.  Both themselves and one another. 
Practicing both their manual and oral techniques.  As a result, they were
both proficient at providing pleasure long before they actually began
dating.  Their first real dates were, of course, with each other.

   Deborah's attitudes towards sex were also more like those of a guy than
a girl.  It was both fun and normally useful in relieving tensions so she
welcomed it much more casually than most girls seemed to.  Though while
dating in High School and later in College, many were the times that
Deborah sought out Robin after a date for frustration relief.  Her dates
too quick spurts and apparent lack of caring if "she" were actually
satisfied was a constant complaint.  At these times her and Robin's casual
"friendship with benefits" was a joy for her.

   For his part, Robin had been in love with Deborah since they were
thirteen.  He had declared his love for her that winter on Valentines Day.
She had called him a Dweeb and told him not to be a goof.  At fifteen
Deborah had told him that she liked him loads, that he was and always would
be her greatest friend, but that she would never love him.  In college,
they both quickly became disillusioned with dormitory life and shared an
off-campus apartment.  Often, when they didn't each have a regular boy or
girlfriend, they took advantage of their mutual "benefits." They had been
living together for about a month when Rob had asked what Deb would say if
he asked her to marry him.  She said she would tell him to seek mental
health and that marriage was over-rated and archaic.  Shortly before they
graduated, while shopping together in the Mall, Robin had stopped outside a
jewelry store to examine their window display.  A bracelet had caught his
eye and he was thinking how good it would look on her wrist.  Deborah had
walked on a few steps before realizing he had stopped.  When she came back
and looked in the window herself and the first thing she saw was a
collection of wedding bands and engagement rings.  She punched him in the
shoulder and told him not to even think about it.  Robin turned and walked
on without saying a word.

   After they graduated and were packing to go their seperate ways, Robin
gave Deborah the bracelet he had seen in the jewelry store window.  Deborah
returned to Pennsylvania for a time before going on to New York to work as
a professional photographer.  Robin moved across town to a one-bedroom
apartment and found work for himself in Phoenix.  He had fallen in love
with Arizona during his college years and had decided to stay.  Unable to
locally find work in the field he had studied for, he took a job working in
the kitchen of a small restaurant.

   He quickly earned the respect of those he worked for and with.  Soon
finding himself one of their primary cooks and a shift leader with paycheck
to match.  After working there a few months, his boss, who owned a few
restaurants in the Phoenix area, told him about an invitation only poker
game he ran on the first Wednesday of each month.  It had a one thousand
dollar buy-in and he wanted to invite Robin to play.  He would pay the
entry fee with no obligations attached and they would split any winnings
between them.  He thought Robin would be good at it.  Robin did not,
knowing himself to be only a mediocre poker player.  Robin passed on the
idea the first two months it was offered to him, but found himself more and
more intrigued as time passed.  Finally, the third time, he took his boss
up on his offer.

   There were five other players in the game when he arrived and that night
the cards all seemed to go Robins way.  At the end of four hours the game
was down to Robin and one other player.  Fifteen hands and another hour
later and the man was down to only about two hundred dollars.  Once the
hands were dealt out, and the final draw of cards made, the man was sure he
had the winning hand.  In his pocket he had the deed for a house.  His
Grandfather had passed away the week before and his lawyer had delivered
the deed into his hands that very morning.  It was a property with no
mortgages and no liens against it.  Convinced of the power of his hand he
had dropped the deed on the table, offering to bet it against the money
that Robin had won.

   At that point, it was only Robin, his boss and the man left in the room.
Robin and his boss questioned the man about the property and the house.  He
described the house as a small two bedroom home, in excellent condition, on
a lot a little greater than a tenth of an acre in size.  It was located
between Phoenix International Airport and Tempe, but still in Phoenix. 
Three times Robin offered to let the man retract the bet, take back his
deed and his last two hundred dollars and leave.  Three times he declared
himself convinced that he had the winning hand.  Finally though, Robin
pushed his winnings to the center of the table and announced, "Okay, your
bet is called.  What have you got?"

   The man had three Queens.  Robin had four Threes and won himself a
house. The man signed the deed over to Robin and gave him a hand-written,
one-dollar bill of sale, then left.

   It was ten days later before Robin finally saw the house.  By that time
the title transfer had been accomplished and recorded at the county records
office.  The house was everything the man had said it was and more.  It was
still fully furnished and most of the former residents belongings were
still there.  It took another ten days to hear that the man had already
taken the only things he wanted from the home.  Anything left was Robins to
dispose of or keep as he wished.  After seeing it and deciding to keep
rather than sell it, Robin sent Deborah a letter telling her about it.  He
included a few pictures and his front door key with the letter, ending it
by saying "Drop by anytime old friend.  You are always welcome." And she
had too.

   Her first visit had come a few months later.  Deborah had been in Africa
taking pictures during one of their many wars when the car she was riding
in hit a land mine.  It had been her first overseas assignment for a New
York based magazine.  She had been recovering in a hospital when his letter
had caught up with her.  After being released she came to stay with him
while completing her recovery and rehabilitating herself.  Suffering from a
hip injury and with a broken arm, she had not even been able to use the
bathroom when she first arrived.  The entire visit was a new experience for
both of them, another of their firsts.  It was the first time Robin had
needed to care for an invalid.  It was also the first time Deborah had a
man helping her with bedpans and the clean up afterwards, not to mention
what she needed done once her period set in the week after she arrived. 
Robin didn't mind though.  Her visit only reminded him of how much he loved
her and he had enjoyed tending to her needs, even the more disgusting ones.
They had held off on the sex until after her casts were removed, but then
were at each other like minks during her final four weeks of physical
rehabilitation.

   Her second visit had come about a year after the first.  She had met a
Puerto Rican man named Raul on the beaches of southern France and a
whirlwind romance had followed.  She had fallen hard for the man's suave
style and line, even agreeing to marry him.  The relationship ended though
when she came home unexpectedly from one of her work related trips and
found him in bed with not one, but two girls.  A set of teen twins.  High
School students from Spain attending a private girls school in Troy, NY. 
It took two months to put her back together again after the betrayal.  Four
weeks of tears and blind rages during which he was alternately a shoulder
to cry on and a back to beat upon.  Two weeks of talking, gentle touches
and strong arms to hold with.  Then, finally, two weeks of sex in most of
it's forms, from gentle slow lovemaking to wild, bronco busting, matress
destroying action that found them falling from the bed to the floor in the
heat of the moment.

   There had been six such visits in the fifteen years Robin had been
living in the house.  Visits seperated by one or two years in time, all
save one of them.  Most requiring that he help her pick up her shattered
soul and glue it back together for her.  Provide her with a shoulder to
lean on and a pair of strong arms for comfort as she cried herself to sleep
at night.  A friend who could help restore her zest for life and give her
the strength to face the world once again.  All save one of the visits were
that way.

   * * * * * * * *

   The one visit that was diferent than the others was following Robins
only attempted foray into the lands of wedded bliss.  He had met a woman
who had quickly fallen passionately in love with him.  When, after four
months of dating, she expressed a desire to become his wife Robin had
married her.  The marriage lasted three years and ended in divorce without
producing children.  A month after the woman had left, Deborah had walked
in his front door again, believing this time it would be her job to help
mend Robin's soul.  She was greatly surprised to learn it was not
necessary.

   "Robin Murphy, you asshole!" she had exclaimed.  "Here I end my
assignment on the beautiful Mediterraneon Island of Majorca early.  Pissing
off my boss in the process I might add.  Then I rush halfway around the
world to help a friend in need and what do I find?  You're not broken up at
all over her leaving you.  You are laughing and happy and joking around as
if nothing at all had happened."

   "Well, what did you think you would find?"

   "Considering that the love of your life, the woman you married, has just
left you, I thought I would find you as broken up and miserable as I always
was.  During all those visits I made to you after breaking up with my past
loves.  I expected to find you depressed and crying in your beer, or mad
and puncing holes in the walls.  But no-O-o!  You have to be diferent.  All
well adjusted and happy.  Why is that?"

   "Maybe because I never loved her in the first place."

   "What?  You never loved her?  Then why did you marry her?"

   "It seemed the thing to do at the time.  She was madly and passionately
in love with me.  She really was and she wanted us to get married.  While I
didn't love her in the same way, I did care for her and thought I could
grow to love her, with time.  So, I proposed, just like she wanted me to,
and we got married."

   "So what happened?"

   "Honestly?  I knew before the honeymoon was over that it wouldn't last.
I think the whole situation was my fault in some ways.  Because of things I
didn't see, didn't really notice until after we were married.  Her love for
me was all puppy dog eyes, heat and passion.  It was kind of a reverse
pedestal situation.  Usually it is a guy that puts a woman on a pedestal
and doesn't see her for who she really is until he wakes up and looks
correctly.  Well with her, I think I was the one on the pedestal - for some
unknown reason.  I was the one who was supposedly perfect and was being
worshipped."

   "You?  Perfect?  What planet was she from?"

   "Yeah, really.  She obviously was not seeing me for who I really was,
but as some picture she had built in her mind and thought I matched.  I
almost ended things between us as soon as I recognized the situation for
what it was, but I was afraid it would destroy her if I had.  Today I think
it might have been kinder if I had ended it then.  I guess I still thought
I might come to love her and provide for her happiness.  We were married
almost a year before she finally began seeing me as a normal, real man and
not whatever she had thought me to be.  Our home life up to then was rather
idyllic.  She could never seem to do enough things for me and I tried hard
to be interested in all of the things that caught her fancies.  Like with
all relationships, things were good for a while.

   "Then what happened?  After the first year when she started waking up to
the realities?"

   "What usually happens as things fall apart I guess.  Things at home got
more cloying, depressive and restrictive.  Arguments happened with little
or no justification or provocation.  More and more I was accused of
ignoring her and flirting with other women.  Of constantly casting my eye
to greener pastures."

   "Were you?"

   "I didn't think so.  But to a jealous mind a polite smile at the grocery
check out girl is an invitation and a desire to fuck her.  By the end of
the second year we were arguing more than talking and yelling more than
listening.  I began spending more time at work or just away from the house
to avoid the incessant confrontations.  Of course, that only told her I was
having affairs and cheating on her.  I wasn't, but you would never have
convinced her of that."

   "You are not the type to cheat, Robin.  You never have been.  Once you
give your word or make a commitment you stand by it.  That has always been
one of the things I liked about you.  So what happened after the second
year?"

   "Oh, the marriage was dead at that point.  I started sleeping in the
spare bedroon and she started hiring detectives to catch me cheating. 
Showing up at work unexpectedly and picking fights with any woman there she
thought I might be screwing.  I wasn't getting any sex at home, so I had to
be screwing someone.  She went through three different detectives and was
finally barred from the restaurant under threat of arrest.  All in her
effort to get ammunition to use in court, get all she could during a
divorce.  It was I who ultimately chose to start the divorce proceedings.
Filing the papers with the court and having her served.  In the end, I gave
her my bank account rather than let myself be forced to sell the house. 
The bank account she knew about that is.  I had another she and her lawyers
never found.  Not that there was a lot in it, but it was enough so I have a
cushion while I rebuild my savings.  I'm just glad there were never any
kids.  The judge was able to limit what she could take from me, since there
were no children involved."

   With a chuckle Robin had ended his story with, "In this case, the
divorce actually ended my depression and misery, rather than causing it. 
So, I don't really need your shoulder to cry on or your arms to comfort me.
I will tell you what I do need from you though, if you are agreeable."

   "What is it you need from me?"

   "I need someone to party, howl and celebrate with over the passing of a
three year long mistake in judgement."

   Deborah grinned at him and said, "I think I can manage that."

   "I also need my fuck-buddy.  I have almost a full year of sexual
frustration to make up for.  I can't think of a better remedy for it than
that hot body of yours and those sexual skills I know you are so good at."

   "I think I can handle that as well." She did too.

   * * * * * * * *

   Her last visit, three years earlier, when she was recovering from an
Italian lover she found had been using her from the very beginning of their
relationship, had been pretty much like all of her earlier ones.  Though
her rapid recovery had Robin convinced that the visit had not really been
necessary.  Not as one of her relationship recoveries at least.  He
suspected that she just wanted to be with someone she trusted for a while
so she could unwind.

   They had spent time together, talking, walking, holding hands and
cuddling.  Joking around, dining and drinking together.  They had gone to
Las Vegas for a day and a night.  Catching a stage show and gambling a bit
before fucking the night away on a big heart-shaped bed.  It was the easy
camaraderie of lifelong friends enjoying one anothers company and the time
spent together.  The nights spent as long time fuck buddies soothing each
others needs and filling desires.  It was a formula for their time together
that had been established twenty years earlier during their college days.

   Robin always knew when their visits were about to end though.  Deborah
became loath to leave the bedroom at all.  Demanding more and more from him
sexually as if she were storing the gratification he gave her against
future need.  If it is possible to file away orgasms and satisfaction
against the disappointments of future lovers, then that is what she was
doing.  Saving it away for later use.  When they did leave the bedroom for
reasons of food, relief or cleanliness, it was never long before she would
be dragging him back there once again.  Hours would be spent in general
foreplay and oral work between their actual bouts of copulation.  Short
naps always ended when the first one awake began exploring the other's body
with fingers, lips and tongues.

   With each new orgasm Robin gave her during those final few days, he
always strove to make the next one more intense.  Trying always to take her
higher each time.  Pushing her to that plateau she loved but which was so
hard to reach.  That peak which always caused her to lose consciousness. 
Sometimes it would be one massive orgasm which caused it.  Sometimes it was
multiple smaller climaxes, slowly building one upon another until they were
almost continuous and ultimately over-loaded her.  She kept Robin so worn
out during those final days of her visits that it was often only his oral
manipulations and the skill of his hands that allowed her the satisfactions
she needed.  For, like it or not, there is only so much the male body can
take before it refuses to respond again without rest.

   It had been her last morning there, that last visit, as Robin was
leaving for work.  Deborah called out to him as he opened opened the front
door, "Rob, can I ask you something?"

   Stopping with his fingers on the handle of the outer screen door he
replied, "Anything, Deb.  I have never had a secret from you.  You know
that."

   "Have you ever actually been in love?  I mean REALLY in love L-U-V?"

   "What?  What brought this on?"

   "Well, I was thinking while you were in the shower.  Seven years ago you
married that woman who fell in love with you so deeply, but admitted to me
later that you had never really loved her.  I was thinking about that and
got to thinking about all of our visits together, all of the letters,
postcards and greeting cards we have exchanged since College.  I don't
remember you ever telling me you were in love with a woman.  You have never
commented about being affected when you broke up with one of your
girlfriends.  Never mentioned being down or depressed because of a woman. I
mean, you know how many times I have been in love, since I have always
ended up here when things fell apart.  I have always needed your help to
keep going.  It made me wonder though, have you ever actually been in love?
Real love?"

   "Yes," He responded.  Thinking it was surprising that this question was
coming from her of all people.  "Yes I have really been in love before. 
But only once.  Only with one woman.  Nothing ever came of it though."

   "Why not?  What happened?"

   "She didn't want to hear it.  A commitment and monogamy were not among
her future plans.  She was unable to return the love I felt."

   "So what did you do about it?"

   "Nothing, Deb.  I did nothing about it.  I shut my mouth, held my piece
and let her go when she wanted to leave me.  Even though her leaving ripped
the heart from my chest and slam dunked it on the floor at my feet.  I
stood quietly by, I watched her leave and saw my entire world leaving with
her.  Then, once she was gone, I simply existed for a time.  Doing the
things I needed to do, so my employer would be happy, so I would survive
until the next day.  Eventually, I was able to pick my heart back up, from
where it had been dashed to the ground and clean it off.  I would clean it,
dust it and shine it up.  Then I would put it into a little box and shelve
it away until I wanted to take it out once again and use it."

   "...  and did you?  Did you ever take it out and use it again?"

   "Oh yes.  Many, many times.  The woman was not gone from my life
completely you see.  That was why I had held my piece when she told me my
love for her would never be returned.  I remained silent so that our
friendship would remain alive.  Would keep the two of us bonded together
and bring her back to me.  It has done so many times since that day.  Each
time it does, I take the little box containing my heart down from the
shelf, buff it to a high luster and display it proudly for her until she
leaves me once again.  Then, once again, I live day-to-day, store away my
heart and save it for her next visit."

   "Why do you let her do that to you.  Robin?  Why haven't you simply
written her off as a bad investment and moved on?"

   "Because I still love her, Deb.  I have never fallen out of love with
her and as long as there is love, there is hope.  I believe that, Deb.  I
truely do." Robin had turned away from her then, finally pushing open the
outer screen door and beginning to step out it.  He paused one final time
before leaving though and looked back inside at her.  Waited until their
eyes had met once again, until their gazes locked together and her eyebrow
gave that little "What?" twitch he was so familiar with after all these
years.

   "I have not moved on because I still love you, Deb," he said softly.  "I
always have loved you." Then he turned, walked out the door and went to
work without a backward glance.

   She was gone when he got home that afternoon, as he had expected she
would be.  What he had not expected though was that there was no
communication from her at all after she had left that time.  His letters
went unanswered and his telephone messages were not returned.  He quit
trying after nine months, believing that by finally voicing his love for
her, as an adult, he had ultimately driven her from him.

   * * * * * * * *

   Now, three years after she last left his home, she had returned once
again.  As he gazed at her standing in his doorway he reached into the
storage closet of his mind and began buffing up his heart one more time. 
As he did so he wondered what new heartache he would have to mend for the
now forty year old woman who stood before him.  How long it would be this
time before she once again walked out of his life.  Knowing as he thought
it that he would take every moment she felt like sharing with him and be
happy.  Even after three years of silence.

   "Hey Deb!" he called out.  "I'm doing my laundry right now.  You know
where the bedrooms are, take your pick and make yourself at home.  I will
be out in a few minutes, after I start another load."

   "Yours?" she called back while closing the door behind her.

   "I'd like that.  Are you sure you don't want your usual privacy at
first, before you start bunking with me again?"

   "Not this time, Rob.  Do you have any beer?"

   "It's in the 'fridge." Robin told her as he turned away and re-entered
the utility room.  "So, what brings you here this time?"

   "I was in Switzerland last week with Sven, a real Nordic God," She began
a running dialog as she began moving about the house.  "We were at one of
those Ski Chalets, cuddled together before a roaring fire, after a wild day
on the slopes." Rob heard the sound of his refirgerator door opening, the
clinking of one bottle against another and the sound of the door being
closed again.  There was the soft chuffing sound of pressure being
released, when the twist off cap was removed.  She was continuing her
story. "He was sitting on the floor, his back against the sofa and I was
nestled between his legs, leaning back against his bare chest.  I love that
feeling of bare skin touching bare skin, don't you?"

   Rob rolled his eyes towards the ceiling of the utility room as she
spoke. Thinking to himself, "Oh please!  Spare me the details!" But saying
nothing.

   "We were sharing a bottle of very expensive Merlott and Sven was
nuzzling the back of my neck.  Kissing and nibbling at that magic spot
right behind my right ear.  You know the one.  The one that never fails to
have me climbing the walls in ecstasy when you play with it?" She had moved
into the bedroom now, his bedroom, he could tell by the sound of her voice
as she talked.  A moment later he heard her setting her suitcase on bed and
popping the latches.  "We were cuddled there and his hands were beneath my
sweater, playing with my braless breasts and tweaking my nipples as he
nibbled the magic spot on my neck.  I should have been shivering with
excitement and beginning my climb up the ladder of joy.  Know what I mean?
As I said, I should have been, but I wasn't.  Instead, the strangest thing
happened."

   Robin had finished transfering his wet clothing to the dryer but had not
turned it on, since the noise of its motor would have made hearing her
story difficult.  Instead he spent the time putting a new load of dirty
clothes into the washing machine.

   "While his hands and lips were pushing all of the right buttons on my
body, I suddenly found myself crying.  I was in the hands of a skilled and
experienced lover, who was doing everything right just to please me, and I
was crying.  He wasn't noticing, of course.  His only interest at the time
were in what his hands and his mouth were doing to my body.  But I had a
vision as I sat there crying.  A foretelling of my entire relationship with
Sven.  The beginning, the middle and the end of it.  It was a fucking
epiphany for me, ya know.  A sudden complete understanding of how things
have been, how they were and how they would be if things continued as they
were.  I also understood how they should be, something I had never known I
wanted before that very moment.  Suddenly there was only one place I wanted
to be ...  Only one person I wanted to share my new understanding with and
that in itself amazed me."

   Her voice had been changing as she spoke.  Rising and falling, becoming
clearer, slightly strained and momentarily muffled and harder to
understand. All because she was moving about in my bedroom, unpacking her
suitcase and putting things into the drawers I kept empty in my dresser. 
Kept empty for only her use during her rare visits.  The latches of her bag
clicked again as she closed it up and she was suddenly standing in the
doorway of the Utility Room, sipping her beer as she watched him.  Robin
added Laundry soap to the feeder in the washing machine and pushed the
button that started it filling.  Pushing the start button on the clothes
dryer he turned to Robin and made shooing motions with his hands towards
the living room.  She stepped back into the hallway and walked towards the
living room as Robin pulled the utility room door closed behind himself and
followed her.

   In the living room Deborah stopped and turned to face Robin as he
emerged from the hallway.  "You do realise we are going to have to make
more room in your closet and probably have to buy another dresser don't
you?"

   "And just why would we need to do that?" Robin asked, his heart
beginning to quietly sing out hopefully.

   "Because the rest of my stuff will be arriving in two days.  I finally
realised that I love you Robin Murphy."

   Robin gathered her into his arms and just before he kissed her he asked,
"What took you so long?"
   ~ Fini ~

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