Look Who Has Come to Visit

Driving through Manhattan’s streets late at night was Mrs. Grace Kelly McCarthy, she was looking to visit the love of her life whom she had not seen since her baby had graduated grade school. This woman of 44 years always prided herself on great sense of direction; ever since she was a child people would compare her to a homing pigeon because of her uncanny way of finding her way. No matter how far she was from home, Grace could easily either back trace her steps OR find an entirely new path to travel. She was a human GPS with what felt like a compass in her mind. Grace could always see a map in her mind’s eye, it was like she knew where both true and magnetic north were.

This was something that would allow for her to locate the brunette the blonde milf had come all this way to see. She was happy that her husband Craig had given her permission to visit since the mother with light, blonde hair had promised to not draw the attention of other men. This was why she wore the baggy shirt and sweatpants; to hide her curvaceous body. The **** moment of lifting her hand to her eye brought the memory of what happened last time she had felt her husband’s anger. Grace had thought that her wearing that bikini to the beach would make Craig proud of her. Like she was some sort of trophy wife maybe with her still curvy figure, but he dragged her back to their room instead, called her a slut for drawing the attention of all the other hetero and bi males in the area. The blonde could not bring herself to blame him after all it was her fault, she should have known better. A neighbor once discovered Craig punishing her a couple of years ago, but she went back as soon as he promised to change. Grace knew he needed her, and she could not desert him ever again.

“Now then,” the mother said aloud, hoping it would change her mood, “let’s see what the radio has on.”

Mrs. McCarthy smiled as she turned on the radio to the soft rock channel, it always soothed her nerves. She was anxious and why should she not be? The blonde wife had not seen her beloved in over 5 years and hoped that she would be well received.

“He came from somewhere back in her long ago

The sentimental fool don't see

Tryin' hard to recreate

What had yet to be created once in her life.

She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale

Never coming near what he wanted to say

Only to realize it never really was.”

Her lips turned upwards as her anxieties began to melt. She knew this was supposed to be a sad song, but its genre always made her feel better.

“She had a place in his life

He never made her think twice.

As he rises to her apology

Anybody else would surely know

He's watching her go.”

Listening to each line made the ride more hopeful to see her dearest again. She tried not think about the possibility of her love having moved on. Although it would not have been a surprise her given marriage and how long it has been. Her beloved had never trusted Craig.

“But what a fool believes, he sees

No wise man has the power to reason away.

What seems to be

Is always better than nothing

Than nothing at all.”

There was something magical about this song that sent her fears away. Grace’s memories of high school came flooding back to her.

“Keeps sending him somewhere back in her long ago

Where he can still believe there's a place in her life.

Someday, somewhere

She will return.”

The middle of her freshmen year was awash with the Seniors hazing her classmates. Of course, there was that 1 kid that tried weasel out by helping the graduating class. Only for the Senior jocks to double cross and humiliate the turn coat.

“She had a place in his life

He never made her think twice.

As he rises to her apology

Anybody else would surely know

He's watching her go.”

The milf could remember when her beloved wrapped her in a hug and inquire if she was all right. It was these moments that Grace wanted to last forever. Her beloved was a sophomore around this time.

“But what a fool believes, he sees

No wise man has the power to reason away.

What seems to be

If love can come and love can go, then why can't love return once more?

Is always better than nothing

Who got the power?

Than nothing at all (Oh, now).

Memories of her dearest upperclassman and all their subsequent years together made whatever hell the cheerleaders made for her, worth it. Especially when they shared a loving kiss every New Year’s when they were alone.

What a fool believes

(I believe she's never gone away) he sees

No wise man has the power (to reason away)

To reason away.

All the love they shared throughout High School and their secret meeting places where only the custodian seemed to be aware of. Nothing was so special to the couple as their relationship. The only other students aware were their friends Mike and Mark.

What seems to be

(Oh, if love can come and love can go, oh, mama)

Is always better than nothing (better than nothing)

Than nothing at all (oh, I believe).”

Having just pulled in front of an apartment building, Grace smiled nervously as she looked to the streetlight and noticed that there was a wall with graffiti that her son had described. The blonde’s anxiety started leaving her when she realized the brick structure that she had driven up to was her destination. Excitement building within her bosom, the blonde mother shut the door after having presence of mind enough to take the keys from the transmission. But Grace had absentmindedly left her purse in the vehicle.

Quickly entering the apartment building, the visitor looked about and found a light switch. She knew it was late but that did not stop her from climbing the steps. Reaching the second floor, Grace reached into her pocket in the long skirt that stopped at her ankles. Then pulled out a piece of paper that had the apartment and floor numbers, she had scrawled them out when Jimmy last called her. Feeling the near wall, the blonde found another switch and using the light to read the numbers.

Mrs. McCarthy strolled along the corridor after leaving the elevator until she came across the right door number; the milf took a deep breath, hoping to slow her pounding heart. This was it; the love of her life was living beyond this door. Grace hoped that her sudden arrival would not hinder her beloved in anyway in the coming hours. Oh, well here goes nothing and the blonde knocked on the door.

After the door opened a familiar face, it had been years, but Grace knew that beautiful woman anywhere and smiled. Not even noticing that the brunette in front of her was not wearing any bottoms the blonde rushed in to hug her tight. Everything was right in the world at last, to have her in her arms again was beyond amazing. Feeling the woman embrace her in firm hug but Grace found Anne’s arms much stronger. Before the blonde could say anything, there was sharp, stinging pain of her neck being stabbed combined with the familiar softness of lips. Anne was biting her! Then there was the sensation of pure pleasure that coursed through her body; moans of ecstasy escaped Grace’s lips as her. The blonde’s green eyes rolled back in their sockets as her blood was being sucked out.