Reunited After 25 Years 18: Hanky Panky

Andrea returned to the hospital after she got off work the next day. She found Darya asleep with Anton sitting beside her bed with red-rimmed eyes.

"How is she?" she asked him.

"Still in a lot of pain. They gave her medicine for it. It makes her sleep a lot."

"Poor girl." Andrea slipped her hand into Anton's and he squeezed it tightly. As they watched Darya sleep, Andrea's mind wandered back to recent events. Darya's liaison with Polina. The previous night's incident between Denny and Misty.

"You know what?" she asked Anton thoughtfully. "For a long time I felt a bit sad that we were apart for so many years, that we lost so much time together. But now I think that perhaps it's best after all that we got together for good in our forties instead of in our twenties. At the age we are now we're more settled, more sure of what we want. That's not always the case for people a generation younger than us."

"You know what I think, Andrea? I think that you think way too much." Anton chuckled. "It does not matter to me whether we are younger or older. The only important thing is that now we are together for good."

Desire suddenly welled up in Andrea, and she kissed Anton passionately. He responded in kind.

"Act your age, Papa!" They both turned to see Darya awake and grinning at them.

Darya was hospitalized for a week. Andrea and Denny came by to visit her every day. Anton stayed at the hospital the entire time.

After Darya was released, she returned to college and Anton returned to work. She was still quite weak and in some pain for awhile afterwards. Denny spent large amounts of time with her, helping her to catch up on schoolwork she'd missed. After watching them together for awhile, Andrea became satisfied that the incident with Misty had indeed been a one-time thing and that Denny was truly devoted to Darya, after all.

As soon as he was sure that Darya was definitely on the road to recovery, Anton began house hunting. Andrea went with him. He'd never bought a house before and didn't feel confident about it. They went in the afternoons after they'd both gotten off work.

At last Anton found a house he liked not too far away from Andrea's house. It was brick with three bedrooms and two baths. Anton, Andrea, Denny, and Darya spent all of one Saturday bringing Anton's and Darya's belongings over from the motel. It was very late in the evening when they finally finished. There was still a lot of unpacking left to do, but they decided to leave it until the next morning.

Denny and Darya went to a restaurant for dinner, and Anton and Andrea ordered pizza. Andrea bought wine coolers and Anton drank his usual vodka. He was tired but ecstatic.

"America is such a wonderful country," he said. "I cannot say it enough times. Already I have a job and now a home. I will never have to leave my Andrea again."

He picked his balalaika up and began to play it.

"That's so beautiful," Andrea sighed. "Different from any other kind of music I've ever heard."

"Would you like to learn to play?"

"I'd love to!" Andrea exclaimed. Anton taught her to play a simple melody.

"This reminds me of learning to play the ukelele in music in sixth grade," Andrea remarked.

"It is similar," Anton agreed. "Just no hula dancers." They both laughed. "You play very well too, for a beginner. But perhaps now it is time for something else besides music." He gently took the instrument from her and put it away. Then he took both her hands into his own and kissed her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss deepened. Then he lifted her and carried her to his bed.

Their clothing was rapidly shed, and Anton's lips were all over Andrea, starting with her lips and then moving to her collarbone, then leaving a trail of kisses all the way down her belly. She gasped as he parted her legs and began to pleasure her with his tongue. Within seconds her climax washed over her, and she writhed in ecstasy.

"So did you like that?" Anton teased, using his fingers to drive her even further over the edge.

"God, yes!" she moaned.

"I'll bet you never had a Russian lover before, did you?"

"Nope, you're the first. Did you ever have an American lover before, Anton?"

"It does not matter. We are together now. That is all that matters."

"Oh, Anton," she breathed, and right away he was there inside her, making love to her.

"So, what other time did you come to the U.S. besides the time you met me?" Andrea asked as they lay cuddling afterwards.

Anton frowned. "That was the only time, Andrea. I told you that already. If I could have had an exit visa I would have come back to you much sooner."

"So could American women go to Russia, then?"

"I guess so, if they Why, do you think you should have come to Russia to be with me? I do not think you would have been very happy. Life is much different there than here."

"No, that wasn't what I was thinking, but...well, never mind."

Anton laughed. "You are a good girl, Andrea, but you worry too much about little things that do not matter at all."

"I suppose you're right." Andrea yawned mightily. Anton chuckled gently. "You are tired, Andrea. Go to sleep, little one. Everything is all right. I love you."

"I love you, too," she mumbled. He began to rub her back, and she fell asleep within minutes.