Mestral's Adventures

Chapter 3

Author's note: This is the chapter that is R, for sexual content. JustTrip'n is still my beta!

Chapter 3

"Maggie!" Mestral stared at her and suddenly memories which he had suppressed came flooding back to his mind.

Maggie, who doted on her son Jack . . .

She worried that it was unfair to him to have him studying, doing homework, and cramming for college courses he wanted to take, and then also have to help her on the weekend—“schlepping” cases of empty bottles and beer kegs out back to the small loading area, bringing in the weekly delivery of cases and kegs, food, and other things needed for the customers. He would just bring them in and leave them on the floor. On Sunday, he would stack the cases and put the kegs in the racks while Maggie added them to her inventory.  It was tedious: Jack stacking the cases and kegs, calling out the number of them and breakage so Maggie could claim them on her insurance. Maggie believed that Jack should be out with his friends, playing ball or chasing girls.

Mestral had volunteered to do it for Maggie in place of Jack. Maggie had said yes, but she wanted to pay Mestral. "But I can't pay much," she warned.

This was alright with T’Mir as they could always use a little extra money. But she was suspicious. Mestal invited her to come in on Sunday to help. T’Mir worked in the bar six days a week so she was usually busy on her day off. One Sunday was enough to convince T’Mir it was harmless. The group had noticed Human females usually did the shopping and the laundry and the Vulcans were trying to emulate this practice.  T’Mir did not mind the shopping as the town’s women avoided her, having been told by their husbands of the supposed arrangement between T’Mir and Mestral.  T’Mir detested doing the laundry. Mestral and Ston’s work clothes were filthy. Mestral from workng in the mine and Ston from crawling under sinks and clearing pipes. These disagreeable tasks frayed her Vulcan control and left her tired. Even if she was irritated by Mestral’s activities, she didn’t have the energy to monitor him. 

The next weekend Mestral worked Saturday putting out the empties and bringing in the full cases, kegs and the food. On Sunday he and Maggie worked stacking, checking for breakage, and she filling out the inventory. They talked while they worked. Small talk at first.

The second week, they were not done by lunch, so Maggie asked Mestral if he wanted something. “Sandwich?" she asked.

"Tomato or cucumber?"

"How about a lettuce, tomato, cucumber salad with some vinegar and oil?"

"Fine."

They ate and talked. Maggie opening up. Mestral was a good listener and Maggie was relaxed.

As the weeks passed Maggie talked more and more about "Jack’s father," never naming him.

"Wish I could have met him."

"Met him? Why?"

“I would like to meet the idiot who walked away from you."

This pleased Maggie. It showed in her eyes.

One Sunday she had brought in a small radio and had some big band music playing. "Do you dance?"

"No, I never learned."

"Come here, I will teach you."

Mestral steeled himself. He couldn't get out of it, and he didn’t like to be touched.

Maggie taught him to waltz and foxtrot. At first he kept her at arm’s length,but soon she was close to him and started to put her cheek on his chest. For Mestral it was surprising. He actually enjoyed the closeness of her.

One afternoon after dancing for a bit, Maggie kissed him.

"Maggie," Mestral started.

"Too fast?" asked Maggie.

Mestral noddded.  “ I don't mean that we shoudn't be like this, but you don't know me."

"I know that you are strong, kind, helpful, all the good things. Jack adores you. So do I, come to that. You are not like the other men. Guys who want to 'console' the lonely divorcee some evening, somewhere away. Some of them are married. You don't look at me that way. You are interested in me as a person, not a body. I don't need to know more."

Mestral was at a loss for words. "Maggie, let’s keep it as it is for now."

"Steady as she goes?"

It was a few days later that the rescue ship contacted them. Mestral was not going to tell Maggie until the last moment. Then he decided to stay on Earth. Before he knew it, T’Mir had told Maggie that they were going back up North.

"When were you going to tell me you are going back up North?" asked Maggie.

"I am not leaving with the rest."

A  hopeful  look came to Maggie’s eyes.

"I am going to travel. See the country. All I have ever really seen is my home and Carbon Creek.

Disappointment shone in Maggie’s face. "Will you write?

"Yes, of course."

“Let me know where you are, and I can come visit you."

Now Maggie was standing in front of him.

“Maggie, what are you doing here?”

“One of the Miners saw you on the Pitt campus. He mentioned it to me at the bar. I drove up to the University, found the Registry Office, asked them if they had a student named Mestral.  Luckily someone remembered you. You never did tell me your last name. The woman said Mestral Vulcan? I said, yes that was it. Anyway, she gave me this address. I drove over and here I am."

“Maggie, you shouldn't be here."

"I can't forget you. You are on my mind constantly. You are the man I need and always hoped I would meet. I care for you. Oh hell, I love you. I believe you care for me too but won't admit it. Isn’t that  why you walked out of my life in Carbon Creek? Mestral, you do care for me? Don't you?"

Mestral's control wouldn't let him say anything so he just nodded.

Maggie stepped forward, she was shorter than Mestral so she had to jump a little to kiss him. The kiss was fiercely passionate. Mestral found himself returning it with equal  fevor.

Maggie pushed gently on his chest. He released her and set her down. Maggie started to unbutton his shirt. She managed to take his shirt off. “That’s better,” she said. Then she stepped back, took off her belt, unbuttoned her dress, dropping it to the floor and kicking it aside.

"Get undressed," she snapped.

The desire was rising in Mestral. He was surprised that it was desire for Maggie more than his pon farr. He pulled off his undershirt. Maggie was standing in front of him wearing only her bra and panties. She was still an attractive woman, slim with a bit of thickening. Desirable.

It only took a minute for both to be undressed. They stepped toward each other. Maggie again jumped into his arms, kissing him hungrily. She pulled back her head and said one word: "Bed"

Mestral put his arms under Maggies bottom, carried her in to the Bedroom and laid her on the Bed. He was fully arosed. Maggie pulled him on top of her. " I am ready.” She reached down between their bodies and guided him into place. Mestral pushed toward her. Maggie said "Oh" and gave a small moan. Mestral stoppped.

"You are not hurting me, it has been so long," she said.

Their first coupling was frenetic and over very soon. Their second was much longer and satisfying. They made love, slept. Maggie getting up once or twice to use the toilet and take a quick shower. She urged Mestral to do the same. She complained bitterly that the shower stall was too small for two people. On the morning of the second day Maggie got up, put on Mestral’s shirts and padded in to the Kitchen.

"What do you want for breakfast?" she called.

Mestral rolled out of bed, opened a drawer got out pajama bottoms, put them on, and he too padded into the kitchen.

"You have milk, eggs, butter, cheese. Some pancake mix in the cupboard but no bacon, ham or link sausage."

"I am a vegetarian," replied Mestral.

"That accounts for all of this soup. Vegetable, tomato, mushroom, potato, celery, cheese, bean. Tell you what,  I will make some pancakes and eggs. Too bad that you don't have some butttermilk, flour, baking powder, and a few other things. I make great buttermilk pancakes from scratch.

"That sounds agreeable," said Mestral.

Mestral had wrestled with himself over the milk. It was not animal flesh but a by-product of an animal so he convinced himself it was okay. Eggs were a different matter. An ovum. Not a chicken but the potential of one. So, he excused it as not an animal.

Maggie was still looking in the fridge. "Maple syrup. Good." Mestral can you set the table?"

Mestral had two plates, coffee mugs, and two sets of knives and forks. Not because he ever had company. He once was washing his lone plate when he picked it up with soapy hands; it slipped and broke. So Mestral bought two more and an additional cup so in case of breakage he would have a backup. He had been absentmindedly scrapping off his plate while listening to something on the radio. He’d scrapped his knife and fork into the garbage and taken out the garbage. That evening he’d missed his cutlery. He made a note to buy extras. He wasn't going to get caught short again.

Maggie cooked pancakes and eggs as promised. They ate and Maggie chattered happily. After their meal, she washed and he dried. When finished, Maggie started to say "We should do . . .  "

Mestral had come up, unbuttoned her shirt, put his hands inside.

". . . some things later."

Maggie took Mestral's hand and led him back into the Bedroom, taking off her shirt, and dropping it on a chair. She got into bed. Mestral shucked off the pajama bottoms and followed her in.

"Come to Maggie, Lover," Maggie said with a greedy smile.

They made love, slept, showered, ate whenever the mood hit them. Maggie once asked Mestral where the clean sheets were and changed the bed while Mestral showered. She was waiting for him with a clean bed when he came out of the bathroom.

On the fifth day, Mestral’s blood fever had passed, but surprisingly not his desire for Maggie.

End Chapter three.