Marci and Marcia Ch. 02

To those who find true love again

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After Marci left I was reeling over the knowledge Marcia had sent Marci there to have sex. I thought Marcia and I had a moment. Apparently she was only a scout. Or worse.

Tuesday night, the doorbell rang. Marcia. With food.

"Hi Marcia. You're back. How's your father?"

I wanted to act as though nothing happened unless she brought it up.

"He's doing fine. Started rehab. Griping about it."

"I know that gig well. Two replacements."

"I would never have guessed. You must have been good about rehab."

"It was hard work, but worth it to walk limp-free again."

"I brought dinner. Could we share again?"

"Sure. Another Modelo?"

"I'd appreciate that. I brought steaks. They're fresh off the grill. Do you have some steak knives?"

"Coming right up."

She also had wonderful roasted potatoes.

"These are great steaks. It tastes like you used a dry rub."

"I did. Secret recipe, but I'll share it."

"I'd like to have it."

We ate in silence for a few minutes. Finally, Marcia put down her fork. She turned to me with tears in her eyes.

"I owe you an apology."

"For sending Marci over here to seduce me?"

"Bill, please believe me when I tell you that's not what happened. As I was leaving for the airport, I asked her to check in on you. I wanted her to make sure you knew we hadn't forgotten you. I suggested she go to dinner with you if you invited her."

"I did. We had barbecue. It was a nice evening."

"Well, when she told me she had come over here and had sex with you, I was mad at you, but she confessed she was the one at fault."

"I should share some blame. After all, I'm an old fart, 49 years older."

"She does have a great body, Bill. And you've been lonely. A perfect storm."

"The sex was amazing."

"She won't do it again."

"I hope not, but why won't she? Why do you say that?"

"Because now she knows I hoped to be your girlfriend."

Marcia had tears in her eyes.

"I didn't want to have to admit that, but Bill, if you want to get to know me better, I'd love it if you would ask me out."

"Marcia, can I think about it for a few days? I'm definitely not saying no. I'm worried that my mistake in having sex with Marci makes a longtime relationship difficult for us. Give me a few days, ok?"

"I understand, Bill. Take as much time as you need, I'll be next door. May I still bring you dinner tomorrow night?"

"That would be nice of you."

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I was genuinely interested in Marcia and was kicking myself for having been so foolish with Marci. It seemed fraught with trouble and threatened distrust in the future. At any family gathering the three of us would feel awkward.

The next night, Marcia brought me a wonderful meatloaf with mashed potatoes. She had a tangy sauce on the meatloaf, with extra for me to use. I invited her to stay and eat with me, but she didn't want me to feel pressured. I could see the sadness in her eyes.

I kept asking myself why I was hesitating. I wondered whether I was beating myself up, punishing myself.

Two nights later, I was about to leave to go out for dinner by myself when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Marci! She was sobbing.

"Bill, please, we need you. Mom's in the hospital."

"What's happened?"

"I don't know. Someone at the hospital called. Please come with me. Can you drive?"

I ran and grabbed my coat and keys. We took my car and raced for the hospital. Marci was crying.

It took us a few minutes to get to the correct waiting area. Outside surgery. There was a police officer there, and we asked whether he was there because of Marcia Stills. He was. He had been waiting to make contact with her family. We sat down and got the information about an accident.

Marcia had been driving in the downtown area and entered an intersection on a green light. A teenage driver with friends in the car was not paying attention and didn't see the red light. He was traveling at 15 mph over on a 25 mph street. His car T-boned Marcia's, but the center of impact was directly on the leading edge of the front door on the driver's side.

He said the first responders had to use the jaws of life to get her out of the car and she appeared to have a badly broken leg, bad enough they had taken her into surgery. He didn't know if there were other injuries.

We thanked him and he left. Marci was still crying. I put my arm around her, and she cried on my shoulder.

After about a half hour, a surgical nurse came out of surgery and found us.

"The surgeon, Dr. Timmerman, wanted me to come and tell you the surgery went well, and he would be out to talk with you in a few minutes."

Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Timmerman sat down with us.

"Doctor, I'm Bill Overton, the next door neighbor and a close friend of Marcia and her daughter, Marci. I drove Marci here because she was shaken by the news."

"Well, Marcia will soon be in intensive care, which is normal after major surgery. She's likely to be in ICU for a few days. Her side airbag deployed, so her upper body was largely protected, although as is typical, you'll see some abrasions on the side of her face from the airbag. She's also likely to be very sore.

"She suffered a compound fracture of her lower left leg, the tibia. It's possible there has been some damage to that knee as well, but we will have to wait for swelling to reduce before we can do an MRI and make an assessment.

"I was pleased with the surgery. We performed what's called an open reduction and internal fixation. That's doctor-speak for setting the bone and stabilizing it with a plate and screws. Healing enough for normal activity will probably take 4-6 months, but we will monitor the bone healing as we go along. I expect her to regain full use of the leg, but it may take a year for healing to be that complete."

We asked a few questions, including when we could see her. He thought she would be alert, although heavily pain medicated, within an hour. He made a note to have the ICU nurse come and get us.

True to his estimate, an hour later we were allowed into her room. The nurse told me to keep it to 15 minutes that night, but we could spend more time after 9 am the next morning.

Marcia looked bad. Her leg got our immediate attention, of course, being wrapped and immobilized. Marci and I stood next to her bed. Marcia was trying to smile, but she was crying.

"Thanks for coming. It's so good to see you two."

"Mom, you gave us a good scare."

Marci kissed her mother's forehead.

"Bill, thanks for being here."

"I had to come. I was worried. Your nurse told us we don't have much time now, but we'll be back in the morning."

All too quickly, the nurse was ushering us out the door.

We stood in the waiting area while I held Marci as she cried.

"Marci, she's going to be fine, but it'll take time. She's going to need a lot of attention for the first month, but I'll be there to help."

"Thanks, Bill. You really are a wonderful man. Mom just can't stop talking about you. Do you walk on water?"

"I'm your friend and neighbor. I need to help."

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The next morning, we sat by Marcia's bed and had a chance to talk. She was feeling better, but was still on pain medication. She actually laughed a little. An iron lady.

When we were ready to leave, I leaned over her and kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear.

"I'll be there to help you through this, as long as it takes, but you need to heal so we can start dating and go dancing."

Marcia smiled at me through tears.

We brought Marcia home after five days in the hospital. She already looked a lot better and had received good news. Her knee checked out fine.

Her bedroom was on the ground floor of her home, so I could wheel her in there and then we figured out how to lift her from there into her bed. With a little practice, and as her pain lessened, we got a lot better. I slept on her sofa most nights, so I could respond to her needs during the night. During the day, we talked a lot and laughed often.

The bathroom was challenging. We found it was easiest for me to pick her up and carry her there. I figured out how to set her down on the toilet, and Marci would take over and help lift her gown out of the way.

Marcia wanted a bath. Marci and I figured out how we would manage it. I drew the water, carried Marcia in there and set her in the water, clothed. Marci was holding her leg out of the water and would then rest it on a board I had brought over to lay across the tub. That was my cue to leave.

Marci undressed her and tossed her soaked clothes on the bathroom floor. She would bathe her and then came the tricky part. Marci couldn't lift her mother safely, so she yelled for me.

I had them drain the tub and drape a towel over Marci's front. Then I picked up her otherwise naked body and took her to the bed. Marci could dress her there.

It was a little exhausting for a few weeks, but we got good at it. There was also something in it for me. The best way to carry her meant one of my hands ended up on her naked butt. I felt guilty thinking about it---it was a nice butt.

Marci was great about taking care of Marcia's medicine and getting food for her, often for all of us. I had food delivered a few times, and Marci took over grocery shopping and laundry.

I sat next to Marcia during the day, and we talked a lot. Hours of talking and laughing. It got pretty funny at times. We knew rehab was at least another month away, depending on pain and healing, so it was a boring period.

We started binge-watching some shows, and we watched a ton of things. Marcia often fell asleep that way, so I turned off the TV and snuck out of the room.

At first, Marci mostly avoided me. I understood. She felt as guilty as I did and was partly at fault for Marcia and I not yet dating. Over time, we got comfortable and talked more.

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At three months, Marcia was able to walk slowly. I had to help her out of bed still, and she leaned on me as she walked. Her cast had been changed to a walking variety, so it had a heel for support and traction.

I drove her to the hospital for scans of her tibia, and Dr. Timmerman was cautiously optimistic. No rehab yet, though.

A month later she was getting out of bed and navigating securely. She got the green light for limited rehab, so I was driving her there and staying as she worked with her therapist and then brought her home.

On the way home the first day, we took a little detour.

"Bill, pull into that parking lot and stop. I want to talk."

I pulled in and stopped the engine.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me, for the hours spent with me, and the nights on my sofa. I don't know what we would have done without you."

"I had to help. I'm your friend, and you were there for me. Besides, you're the only person I want to date, and you're getting closer to being able to dance with me."

"Bill, why are you doing this? What's your motivation?"

"I thought I said. I want to date you. I want to find out whether we might fall in love. Don't you want to find out?"

"I do, I really do. I'm just worried you're doing this to keep my spirits up."

"Now listen, Marcia. I want to date you because you might be my wife by next year. Is that plain enough?"

She was crying. I pulled her towards me, and we kissed.

"Bill, can you play some slow music to dance to? Can you play that in your house?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure Marci can help us."

"I want to dance tonight."

"Do I get the first dance, Marcia?"

"You get every dance. You've earned them."

Marci came over to my house, went back to get a Bluetooth speaker from her room, and returned to set things up. Then she sat down with me and helped me subscribe to something or other, and we found a playlist there with music for slow dances.

"Thanks Marci. Would you do me one more favor? Would you help your mother put on a pretty dress? I'm going to go put on a suit. Tell her to come over in about an hour."

"Thanks for doing this for her, Bill. You're the best."

Marci kissed me on the cheek and ran out the door.

An hour later, I opened the door for Marcia. She looked gorgeous. Well, except for the one leg in a cast. Her dress was beautiful, and she was smiling. The music was already playing.

"My dear, I'm glad you're here. May I have this dance?"

She smiled and held out her hand,. I took her in my arms, and we danced. She was crying.

We danced for three numbers, then she needed a rest.

"Bill, you said you wanted to date me. What have you got planned?"

"I have been dating you. I carried you to the bathroom and back. That's a rather intimate date. I carried your naked body from the bath to bed. In fact, we've even lived together for several months. What more do you want?"

She was laughing and put her head on my shoulder.

"Would you be offended if I told you I love you, Marcia?"

"No, because I love you, too. It's hard not to love a guy who carries you to the bathroom in the middle of the night. It wasn't very romantic, though."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I got to put my hand on your ass, sometimes your bare ass, to carry you. That was hot."

"You did not!"

"I loved it when you were on pain meds."

She was laughing and blushed.

"Let's dance another tune."

I took her to my makeshift dance floor and held her tightly. I kissed her neck, and she moaned. We kissed for a long time.

"Please don't be offended, but I need to show you something."

I took her hand and placed the palm on my very hard cock.

"Is that from dancing with me or kissing me?"

"Who cares? The point is you excite me."

She whispered in my ear.

"I got wet when I felt how big and hard you are."

"I knew it was worth it to buy an athletic cup."

She laughed and quickly felt me again and rubbed it. I was moaning.

"Bill, that is all you and I hope someday I get to play with it."

"Come sit down over here."

I helped her to a chair and knelt in front of it.

"Marcia Stills, I've known for a couple of months that I was in love with you. What I needed was confidence that being Marci's step-father won't be a problem. We're getting along great.

"I'm tired of sleeping on your couch, but I've loved the time we've spent together. When Helen died, I wondered whether it was possible to love again. You may have wondered that when Stan died.

"I know the answer to my doubts. I love you with all my heart.

"Marcia, will you marry me?"

I held out a ring I bought the day before.

Marcia's eyes were full of tears as she held out her left hand. I slid the ring on her finger.

"Can I call Marci and have her come over?"

"Please do."

"Marci, can you come over to Bill's quickly? I need you. Just walk in. The door's unlocked."

"Bill, come sit beside me. Let's see if she notices the ring."

Marci rushed in the door.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you ok? Oh my God! He gave you a ring! Are you two engaged?"

Marci insisted on taking a photo of the two of us with the engagement ring showing.

"I'm so happy for you. Where are you planning to live?"

"We're going to live here in Bill's home. It's bigger. Do you want to pick out a bedroom?"

"Well, when are you getting married?"

We looked at each other. "How about tomorrow at the county clerk's office?"

Marcia kissed me. "I like that. Where are you taking me on my wedding night?"

"I happen to have a reservation at the Four Seasons for three nights, starting tomorrow night."

"When did you plan all this?"

"About a week ago. After your cast is off, I'm taking you to Europe for 10 days."

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Marci stood by Marcia when we were married by the clerk. Then she hugged us and told us to go have fun. As I walked by her, she stopped me and whispered in my ear.

"Mom once told me Dad never went down on her. Please don't forget to do that. I expect to hear all about it from her when you get back."

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I made Marcia sit in her wheelchair so I could roll her out to the car. She didn't like it much, but I wheeled her into the Four Seasons to check in. When we got up to the room, I parked the wheelchair in the hallway and picked her up and carried her across the threshold.

"Honey, I have lingerie I want to wear for you, can you bring that small bag and put it in the bathroom. I'll be just a few minutes."

When she came out, she was wearing a garter belt with one stocking, a tiny G-string, and a sheer bra. All black. She had even pulled the other stocking over her cast.

I stood and walked to her, and she pushed the hotel robe off me, then held me in her hand.

"Bill, help me sit on the bed."

I carefully moved her so she could sit. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her mouth. Both of us were moaning. I wasn't going to allow that for too long, so I pulled out and helped her move up on the bed. I got in the bed next to her and we kissed.

I explored her beautiful body. I teased her breasts and nipples, kissed my way down, carefully avoiding her bad leg. She was moaning louder as I got closer to her treasure.

I held her open and licked. She wailed, almost a scream, and I felt an orgasm rip through her.

With my finger inside, I gently sucked on her clit as she cried out, holding my head where it was.

I looked up along her body. Her hands moved to her breasts, holding them. I reached up and squeezed a nipple, and she went over another orgasmic cliff.

I waited that out, because I needed guidance.

"Sweetheart, I want to enter you now, but I need to be careful with your leg."

"Just get up here and make love to me baby. I'll worry about my leg."

I entered her slowly as we both moaned, then plowed her properly. She came again and that triggered me. I filled her and a few minutes later lay beside her.

"Bill, I've never had a man eat me out. That was life-changing and I think I'm addicted."

We had three wonderful nights and two full days in the room. I was shocked at how often we made love at our ages. We were also surprised and mocked ourselves. Then we made love again.

Marcia decided she loves doggy style the best. I once carefully laid her across the arm of the sofa in our room and did her that way as she came just before I did.

The only thing that was impossible was showering together. We had a bathtub as well as a shower, and the bathtub was easier for her to manage with the cast, but it was not an activity for two. That would wait for Europe.

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When we returned home there were several poignant or funny moments. We were at her house, finding things to move next door, and Marci and I started moving Marci's things. On our first trip, we entered the room she had picked. She stopped me.

"Bill, are we ok? Are you ok with me moving into your home?"

I put my arms around her.

"Marci, we're definitely ok. This is your home now and we never need to talk about those things again, ok?"

She was crying as we hugged.

Later, I made a few trips by myself, while Marci and Marcia filled boxes. Finally, Marci helped on one trip. When we put the boxes down, she looked at me and smiled.

"Well done. Bill. Mom just told me she was thrilled every time you went down on her. She's so happy!"

Eventually we got down to taking a few carloads to donate. We certainly had a well-stocked kitchen!

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A few weeks later, the cast came off and rehab became more vigorous and challenging. She was often tired and sore, so I learned to give her massages. It was clear that it was my job for life! She was so turned on some nights that the massage led to a happy ending--for both of us.

We were approaching a year from the accident, and rehab had come to an end. Now it was just a matter of walking to build up strength. It wasn't long before Marcia could walk me into the ground. Of course, I was 73 and she was 48.

During the months between the cast coming off and the first anniversary of the accident Mark and his wife visited. He got off a pretty good line when we were talking.

"Back when I was mowing your lawn, if I'd known you would be mowing Mom, I'd have taken a little more time on the shrubs."

When I related that to Marcia, she blushed.

My sons came to meet Marcia as well, although not together. Too many demands on everyone's time to make that possible.

Marcia made up a birthday list, including grandchildren and two great-grandchildren, and to my amazement, never missed one after that. I couldn't have done it.

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We eventually spent five days in Paris. We loved walking along the Seine around sunset, arm in arm. Then we'd wander back to the hotel and make love for an hour. The first night, I pinned Marcia against the wall and took her from behind. She said later that it was her favorite position for doggy. We had shower sex finally.

I still went down on her almost every time. Once I didn't and she complained!

When we got home, Marci picked us up at the airport. Marcia noticed it first.

"Is that an engagement ring you're wearing? From Mason?"

"Mason proposed to me two nights ago. We want to get married in about two months."

After we got home, Marci came up to me and hugged me.

"Bill, I need to ask you something, and I'll understand if you don't want to, but will you walk me down the aisle?"

My eyes were filled with tears as I hugged her.

"It would be a great honor."

And it was. When she held my arm as we walked down the aisle as Mason waited for us, my eyes were filled with tears again.

Later she came up to me and called me Dad. We hugged again.

"I love you, Marci."

"I can't begin to explain all you've done for me, Dad. I owe you so much."

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Over the next few years, Marcia and I went on two cruises, walked along the Arno at sunset, and spent a wonderful few days in a little Tuscan hilltop town.

Two days after our return from Tuscany, I suffered a heart attack. There was an elephant on my chest, and it was Marcia's turn to sit next to my bed in the hospital. Marci and Mason came to see me as well. My sons each called to talk.

I was back home and mending after a few days, but now there were prescriptions I would take for the rest of my life.

Marcia and I walked every day so I could get my strength back and we resumed making love. Doggy was still too demanding for me, but cowgirl was perfect.

A year later, Marcia and I took an Alaskan cruise. I loved the incredible scenery and the calving glaciers. We were having something of a renaissance in our love-making. Doggy was back on the table, and so was Marcia, screaming as I pummeled her there.

We were both loving a lot of oral sex, and she left me breathless and unable to move many times.

My visits with my cardiologist were encouraging. My blood chemistry was perfect and unchanging, so the meds were dialed in.

Life was suddenly good again, and I got to hold Marci's little girl, Ashley. Marci hugged me.

On my 80th birthday, my sons and both of Marcia's kids were there. Marci had a little boy as well now. She named him William and called him Billy. I cried as I held him.

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One week later, Bill had another heart attack, and this one was not survivable.

This is Marcia now. Bill must have sensed the end was near, because a couple of months ago he showed me this document on our computer. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but his funeral was last month, and as I was preparing what I wanted to say, I thought of this.

I was in tears, sobbing, as I read all of this, what Bill had said about me and the way he cared for me after my accident. That was our courtship, and I got to see him at his finest.

Marci sobbed at the funeral. Bill became her second father. She told me once the most powerful lesson she learned from him was about forgiveness.

I only had about eight years with Bill, but they were eight joyous years. Eight erotic years! Oh my, when that man made love to me I was in ecstasy.

I'll miss that, but more than that, I'll miss his kindness, especially the way he would gently wake me up with a kiss on my neck.

If I close my eyes, I can almost feel his arms around me, and his hand on my ass as he carried me.