Mature sex

I just don't want anyone hurt over all this." "You sound as if you think Kelly doesn't love Judy." I accused. "That's not for me to say, Charlie. I'm just asking you to talk mature sex over with her really well and be sure. I don't want to see either of you hurt." The Montreal apartment that had been ours - mine and Kelly's, suddenly seemed very large and lonely. I didn't see much of the newlyweds that summer, but that didn't surprise me. I still saw Kelly frequently at work, but our talk was mainly professional. We did discuss my upcoming wedding and all the arrangements, usually over lunch. That was when Kelly dropped the next bombshell. "I don't think I can come to the wedding," Kelly announced one day in mid July. "Can't come?" I exclaimed, "But why?" "It's Judy. She's real uncomfortable about us... you know, what we've been to each other. She says we need some time away from each other just in case there's still a flicker there." "I daresay there's a lot more than a flicker," I said angrily, "But if she can't trust us that far, then I'm sorry, Kelly, Judy's got a problem!" "I know, Charlie. But I need some time with her, to reassure her that it's ok. So please don't push mature sex, ok?" Well, those eyes got me again. But the eyes that demanded my compliance that day were not the Kelly eyes I'd known so well. They were sad eyes! They were eyes that had lost their sparkle, their very life! It hit my like a bolt of lightening, I had never seen those eyes so lifeless, even when we'd broken up in high school! And then I did once more what I do best, I misinterpreted what I was seeing. "Kelly, I said as I reached for her hand, "Are you ok? I mean, is everything ok with you and Judy?" "It's fine, Charlie," she answered, "I'm just disappointed.