With Apologies to the late Dinah Washington

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I suspected that Judy was about to dump me, but I didn’t really care.  Inadequate and unexciting sex, differences on politics and religion.  I didn’t care about her clothes, which was her main interest, and she took no interest in writing, which I did as a hobby.  When my older sister Alex suggested she had an upgrade for me, I said fine, despite my sister’s odd interests.  Alex spent hours studying witchcraft and the paranormal, so I wondered who she would fix me up with.

I wanted to be upfront, so I told Judy I was going to date this friend of my sister, Lilith.  Maybe I shouldn’t have been so honest; Judy told me she had been seeing a guy who might be the real thing for her.  Oh, well.

Lilith and I set up a trial meeting at Freddy’s, a local pub, to see if there was any spark.  Seven PM at Freddy’s I spot a lone woman at a table by herself.  Bright red hair, pale complexion, and an outfit which revealed some very attractive parts.  I went to her table and said “I hope you are Lilith, and if you are, wow!”

She responded with “I’m Lilith, and if I may be unoriginal, wow yourself!”

“What would you like to drink, Lilith?”

“Bloody Mary, please.”

I got her drink and a local beer for myself.

After prompting she said “I’m working up to partnership in the law firm Dante and Drake.  I’ve been there for a few years, and I’m getting close.”  I knew about Dante and Drake, it is the premier law firm in the Portland area, and seldom loses at its corporate law cases.

“Wow, again.  I can’t compete with you at jobs.  I do the ordering for the Champion store chain.  My biggest thing I can come up with about my job is my mistaken order for mostly green winter clothes when red was the desired color that year.  I’ll have to get by on my looks.”

Her reaction to that bad joke was a surprise.  She smiled wolfishly and said “You’ll do just fine.”

After a couple more drinks, we started telling jokes both clean and anatomical.  We were laughing so loud, the whole place was looking at us.  We quickly made arrangements for a date in a couple of days.  I walked her to her car.  She leaned against the car door looking at me appraisingly.  When I was too slow, she pulled me to her and began to suck face.  I immediately got hard.  Rather than either of us being embarrassed, she pulled me tighter and I started to grind on her.  I came in my pants, something that hadn’t happened since I was a teenager fifteen years ago.

She spoke for both of us “Let’s both get ready for maximizing our upcoming date, and say goodnight now.  Come prepared, so to speak.”

I was reminded of a Tom Petty song “The Waiting Is the Hardest Part.”

That night I had the first erotic dream since I was a teenager.  A woman, who resembled Lilith, entered my bedroom, threw back the covers and went down on me.  After she finished, I woke up expecting to see her, but no one was there and I required some clean up.

On our next date night, I had taken some precautions against pre-ignition I had experienced earlier.  After a quick drink at Freddy’s, we went to my place.  If possible, I experienced repeated pleasure beyond my expectations.

Before I left her I got the courage to ask Lilith “Are we an item now?”

To my great relief, she smiled and said “You bet, kid.”

Everything seemed great; I was thinking marriage, a couple of kids, the whole thing.  A couple of very odd events made me reconsider.

After a couple of weeks, we went to Dante and Drake’s monthly office party.  It was the first time I saw her fellow workers.  The men all looked like my idea of gigolos.  Sideburns, slicked back hair, or shaved bald.  They were all tall and athletic and dressed in tight suits which demonstrated what they had in their pants.  The women came in a variety of sizes, but all wore clothes, which like the men, showed the goods which were very good.  All-in-all, they did not look like my idea of lawyers, but maybe their looks worked well in the court room.

When I asked Lilith about it, she just said “Oh, we hire a type, and it works for us.”

Other than that, it was a standard office party.  Some comments and jokes from the boss, and drinks and treats.

After pestering Lilith for a couple of weeks to visit her house, she finally invited me to come over for lunch.  While she was in the kitchen, I noticed a series of what appeared to be the back side of pictures.  Out of curiosity, I flipped one over.  It contained an old photo entitled “Sam Hauser 1865-1920”.  Because I didn’t want to be accused of prying, I didn’t mention my discovery to Lilith, but I memorized the details.

Lilith had fixed a great lunch, and we had an even better nooner.

That night I dreamed of an unchanged Lilith pushing an aged me in a wheelchair.

After going through many genealogy websites I found Sam Hauser.  His lifespan was what I read, and he was survived by his wife Lilith.

I couldn’t pretend something strange wasn’t going on.  I asked Alex what she knew about Lilith.  “Well, you know I have a lot of weird friends.  Some claim to be night demons, some witches.  Lilith says she is a succubus.”  That word meant nothing to me, so Alex continued “Succubi are creatures that have sex with men who are sleeping or dreaming.  They steal the semen from men to give to their male counterparts, incubi, who inseminate human women with the stolen semen.  Of course I thought Lilith was playacting because succubi aren’t supposed to exist outside of dreams, but now I wonder based on what you told me.”

What Alex told me was unbelievable, but fit perfectly with my experience with Lilith.

When I saw Lilith next, I told her what Alex had told me.  She was quite composed and said “What Alex told you is essentially correct.  Not only that but our office only employed succubi and incubi.  What do you think about us now?”

I didn’t immediately answer, but the idea of growing old while Lilith stays young appealed to me.  I couldn’t imagine meeting a smarter, more attractive woman in this lifetime, and we are extremely compatible.  I was ready for a ride not normally allowed to mortal men.   We married exactly one year after we met.  One thing upsets me.  If I wake up between midnight and two AM, she is always staring at me with bright red eyes.

                                           

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