Do You Know What it Means to Miss New Orleans?
By Shotzette

"Do You Know What it Means to Miss New Orleans?"

by Shotzette
shotzette@yahoo.com

Souvenirs Universe

NC-17
Adult conversation and sexual situations.

Laverne and Lenny finally make it to the Big Easy...

This is only a work of fanfiction and is not intended to infringe upon the copyrights or intellectual properties of any being or entity, living, dead, or imagined. Especially Louis Armstrong. The man was one of the most talented performers of our time.


"The moonlight on the bayou a creole tune that fills the air
I dream about magnolias in bloom and I'm wishin' I was there"


Laverne leaned against the balcony's iron railing, as she gazed out on the last vestiges of sunlight abandoning the nearly empty streets. The off season was definitely the time to visit New Orleans. It was cheap, and as she slapped her fourth mosquito in the last five minutes, practically empty of tourists due to the humidity and the bugs. Not too shabby.

The cooling effects of her tepid bath were slowly wearing off and she felt Lenny's borrowed tee shirt cling to her rapidly dampening form. She couldn't decide if she liked New Orleans or not. It was half gothic horror movie and half southern USA. Her brief stint in Alabama for basic training hadn't prepared her for the strangeness of this city, the eerie electricity that she felt in the air. Neither she nor Lenny could pronounce French words worth a damn, the accents in the city sounded like her native Brooklynese mixed with God knows what as opposed to any southern drawl she'd ever heard, and the above ground cemetary that they had walked past to stretch their legs had frightened poor Lenny out of his wits.

Still... there was something compelling about the French Quartre. The variety of scents wafting upwards from the various restarants and bars, combined with the aroma of the Mississippi River should have nauseated her. Instead of being repulsed, she was strangely invigorated...

"Hello," came a warm murmur in her ear as Lenny's hand slid possessively around her waist and pulled her back against him.

"Hello yourself,: Laverne turned halfway and gave him a gentle kiss. "Did you get every thing we need at the drugstore? I was starting to get a little worried 'cause it took you so long. I was in the tub for nearly an hour."

"You look real...clean," Lenny said, gulping as his eyes traveled down the thin tee shirt and panties she wore. "Why are you standing out here in your underwear, Vernie?"

"Cause, it's too hot to put anymore clothes on, and there's no one else around to see," she said teasingly. "Want I should lose the shirt?" Laverne giggled as Lenny's hands clamped down over hers.

"Okay, how many free drinks did the bartender give you while I was in the john?"

"Just the one, but I think Hurricaines are a lot stronger than I thought they'd be," she whispered in his ear.

"You sure ain't the same girl I knew who hid behind a refrigerator door so Sqig and I couldn't see you in your slip," Lenny said with a laugh, as his arms reached out towards her.

"No," Laverne replied as the smile quickly left her face. "No, I ain't her no more." With that, she pushed past him and walked back into their room.

Lenny followed her, puzzlement written across his face. "What did I say?"

"The truth. I ain't that girl no more. I ain't gonna let other people tell me what to think or who I should want to be with." Laverne gently looked up at him as she took his large hand into hers, "I got something I need to tell you, Lenny..."

"I knew it! You're dumping me!" he yelped, as he tried to dive under the wrought iron bed.

"No!" Laverne grabbed his shoulder and threw him off balance, causing them both to land on the hardwood floor with a loud thud. "There's something I just gotta say to you before this goes any further..."

"But you're not dumping me, right?"

"Right. Lenny, I owe you a big apology."

"For what?"

"For not setting the record straight about what happened all those years ago at the Royal Cactus."

"Oh." Lenny looked away from her momentarily. When he faced her again, his eyes were bright. "That's what your Pop was yelling about, wasn't it? He thinks I'm gonna hurt you, make you do stuff..."

Laverne cut him off before he could go any further. "I know you'd never hurt me, Lenny. I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you."

"You trusted me back then, too, Laverne. Look what I tried then," he said bitterly, not meeting her eyes.

"Honestly, Lenny, I'm not sure what happened back then. I know we were all drinking tequila and laughing a lot--I do remember you trying to get me to take a bath" she said, as a tiny grin tugged at her lips, "but I really don't remember much else except for waking up on the bathroom floor and feeling like hell."

"I sort of remember you dancing around a lot and humming. And Shirley was staring at the cowboy-boot lamp a lot. I don't really remember anything else either. I just thought, y'know, when Shirley said that we done what we done, that we, y'know, did."

This time it was Laverne's turn to look away in shame. "You didn't. I think we all got a little out of control, but Shirley exaggerated and I let her." She turned back to face him as a tear slowly trickled out of her eye. "I'm sorry, Lenny."

"Hey," he said, as he gently took her into his arms, "S'okay. That was a long time ago. And, you're right," he said, as he cupped her chin in his hand, "you ain't that girl no more, and I ain't that guy. I think that this trip has proved that we can both find our own way. I'm just sorry that it's making things tougher with your Pop."

"Don't worry about that. I'm here, with the guy that I want to be with and that's all I'm going to think about for the rest of the night," she said before pressing her lips to his. Lenny's arms tightened around her as she felt him respond to her touch. The kiss continued for several long moments and Laverne then felt herself scooped up in his arms before being gently laid upon the bed.

Lenny broke the kiss and drew back from her. "I kinda want to go, uh, take a shower. Y'know, before..."

"Okay," she said as she mischeviously looked him up and down, "but, hurry. I don't want to wait."

Lenny giggled goofily as he spun around and practically skipped to the bathroom, only knocking over a lamp, the nightstand, and their shopping bags before leaving her sight.

Laverne grinned as she stretch out on the soft, queen sized bed. Tonight was the night, she told herself as she suppressed a yawn and relaxed into the bed's embrace. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her fiercely beating heart. She took a deep breath, revelling in the more gentle aroma of the scented candles she had lit in the room to set the mood. Tonight was the night that she'd start making her dreams come true.

*****

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans

*****

Laverne awoke with a start in the darkness. Panic overtook her momentarily, until her eyes adjusted to the near pitch black. She was still clothed in the tee shirt and panties, but lightly covered with a sheet. Another moment's worth of perception told her that both the gentle wheeze that tickled her right ear and the suprisingly comfortable arm that lay heavily across her waist belonged to Lenny Kosnowski.

She gently turned under his arm until they were face to face. "Lenny?" she whispered tentatively, and reached out to softly touch his sleeping face.

"Mmmf..." he mumbled, as he unconsciously pulled her closer and murmured, "Vernie" against the side of her neck.

"Len," she whispered a little more loudly, and punctuated her sentence with a gentle lick on his earlobe.

"Laverne!" He was fully awake now, and drew back from her, clutching the sheet against his groin. "I didn't try nothing, honest!"

"I know," she answered, and stroked his cheek soothingly. "I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you."

"Don't be," he answered, the increasingly pinkening flesh of his cheek visible, even in the near darkness. "I took longer in the shower than I meant to. I'm sorry, Vernie."

"Longer? How long does it take you to take a shower? I mean, you just went in there to... Oh!" she said, as the realization hit her--along with a portion of his anatomy. Now it was her turn to blush.

"I ain't never done it before, Laverne. I just wanted it to be good for you. I didn't want to rush and--"

"Shhh," Laverne hushed him and gently kissed his lips. "I ain't ever done it either. We're going to make each other happy tonight, Lenny. Trust me." With that she pushed the sheet off of her and rolled back to her side of the bed long enough to turn on the dim night light on the night stand. The pinkish bulb gently infused a warm glow into the dark room, exaggerating shadows that would have frightened her if she was alone. But she wasn't alone, and part of her realized, that she never would be again.

"Are you sure you don't want to keep it dark so you don't have to look at--"

Again she cut him off with a kiss. "I want to see you, and I want you to see me. I want to be able to look at you and see the man I'm with. There ain't nothing that either one of us has to be ashamed of in front of each other." She then pulled back from him and gently drew the sheet off of his mid section, revealing his rapidly swelling erection barely clad in baby blue boxers. "You ain't yucky, Lenny," she whispered, "There's no part of you that is."

As his arms reached out for her, she edged backwards away from his embrace. "It ain't fair," she said to his astonished and confused face, "I'm getting to see all of you, and you didn't get to see all of me the other night," as she slowly eased the tee shirt over her head. This time, he didn't try to stop her. She knelt on the bed above him, the earnest yearning in his eyes melting her heart.

"Can I?" he asked, as he reached out to her with a trembling hand.

Wordlessly, she nodded. She moaned as his warm hands caressed her, but forced herself not to break eye contact. She wanted to know it was him behind every caress, aned didn't want to lose herself in the anonymous fantasies that had fueled so many of her lonely nights. Laverne needed tonight to be about more than physical pleasure, she needed genuine intimacy. Laverne leaned forward to kiss him again, only to be surprised by Lenny's sudden strength as she felt him cup the back of her head and draw her hungrily against him.

It was as if he couldn't get enough of her, nor she of him at that moment. Hands and mouths were no long tentative; they had become hungy, confident, and aggressive in their quest for fulfillment. Lavene felt heat rising from her core as she pressed herself against Lenny, her body moving against his in the precise rhythym that she stroked him with her firm hands. Lenny trembled violently against her as Laverne felt her palms grow slick with his wetness. He groaned as he pushed her down against the bed and moved himself out of her hands. Lenny's eyes were bright with passion as he scooted away from her briefly to squirm out of his boxers. All at once he was astride her, taking her lips hungrily in his as he pressed himself against the dampness of her nylon panties.

Lenny's face rose above her as he pressed himself against her rhythmically. "Want you..." he mumbled between kisses, "Want you so much... Please..." He cupped her buttock in his hands as he began to grind against her. Spots danced before Laverne's eyes as the sensation of his chest hair brushing her nipples and his hardness mashing against her made her spasm and cry out. Lenny flailed backwards off of her, and as control of her senses returned to her one by one, Laverne could hear him quietly reciting his A, B, Cs. She smiled, as she reached out to him.

"Sorry, Vernie," he gasped, his face awash in perspiration. "I didn't want to..."

"Lenny," she said, her voice husky with emotion, "I want you. I want you now."

"Sure?" he asked, although the one word question seemed to be the hardest one he had ever uttered.

Laverne grinned, but her green eyes held promises that she intended to keep. "Yes," she moaned, as she wiggled out of her panties, the scant parting of her thighs being the only invitation he needed.

Once again he surprised her by rolling to the other side of the bed. He reached down, and after the sound of ripping paper and cardboard, Lenny triumphantly proferred a Trojan. "We got so close last time, I was afraid I --"

"You didn't," Laverne interrupted him. She rolled over to him and caught his chin in her hands. "You've been in control of yourself the whole time, Lenny, and no man has ever made me this happy," she said before quietly kissing him. Kissing him brought forth so many emotions for her now; desire, comfort, trust..."

Lenny broke the kiss and rolled to his back. Laverne looked at him in shocked amazement as he deftly tore the foil packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on his erection at record speed. "But, I thought..." she sputtered,

He favored her with a rakish grin, one that made her forget once and for all about their relationship ever being only platonic. "I ain't never been with a girl before, Lavene, but I've been practicing putting rubbers on since I was sixteen."

Laverne chuckled as she welcomed him back into her arms, the hard latex tickling her thigh. Lenny lowered his face to hers, but stopped inches before her lips, and simply regarded her with blue eyes that held the earnestness of a child's.

"Please," she murmured against his lips, as she raised her hips slightly and rubbed against him, "please, Lenny." Laverne moaned as his calloused fingertips traversed her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her nipples were once again teased until the darkened tips jutted away from her breasts, as if seeking his lips of their own accord. His long fingers darted playfully through her wet curls as his lips caressed her belly during their descent.

Laverne softly cried out as one questing finger entered her slowly and carefully, with a gentle pumping sensation that made her toes curl. A second finger soon followed, quickly joined by a third. Laverne opened her eyes. Lenny's face loomed above hers, contorted by desire and frustration. "Now," she breathed as her hips rocked back and forth in perfect cadence to his hand, "now..."

Wordlessly he positioned himself between her widespread thighs and quickly pulled his hand back. Before Laverne could mourn it's loss, she felt him enter her slowly, deliberately, as his eyes scanned her face for any sign of discomfort. Reflexivley, she braced herself for the pain that had been promised to her by a library of romance novels, but instead felt a delightful sensation of fullness. She moaned and pushed up with her hips, feeling a sense of triumph as she took in his full length. Her legs wrapped themselve around his narrow hips instinctively as he covered her, his weigh supported by his elbows. Her hands clasped his sweat covered back as she felt him start to move faster within her, grinding himself against her already senstive clit.

Lenny buried his face against her neck, covering it with kisses and tiny love bites as he began to groan. Once again, Laverne felt like she was teetering on the brink of a cliff, and she cried out at the combined pleasure and pain she felt upon her release. As she felt herself start to spasm around him, Lenny gasped and he fell up on her heavily. His hands flew down to his sides to grip her hips and pull her against him more strongly. "Laverne!" Her name was shouted somewhere between a grunt and a prayer, encompassing the whole of his emotion and need. He collapsed on her heavily, and her hands reached up to stroke his heaving and wet back.

Laverne gradually returned to the here and now, revelling in the sensations that seemed so much more pronounced; the glow of Lenny's skin in the pink light, the distant whistle of a boat on the river, the slightly salty flavor of Lenny's collar bone against her lips. Smiling, she tightened her embrace of arms and legs to hold him closer, forever.

"You okay?" he mumbled thickly into her left ear.

"I'm more than okay," was her giddy response as she squeezed him inside of her, playfully.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

He grunted softly as he pushed himself off and out of her and disposed of the used condom. He held it up to the nightlight as if to reassure himself of it's integrity in the dim light. He let out a small sigh of what Laverne believed to be relief before chucking the tiny, bloodstained sack into the waiting trash can. He then rolled back to her, taking her into his arms and pulling her nearly astride him. "You sure I didn't hurt you none?" he asked, as his eyes scoured her face worriedly.

Smiling she shook her head. "Nuh-uh" She colored slightly at her next words. "There have been a few things I've been practicing since I was sixteen too..."

His blue eyes widened and a huge smile crept across his face. "Yeah? Well, they say that practice makes perfect."

"Tonight was perfect, Lenny," Laverne said, softly as she brushed her lips against his before laying her head on his chest. "I couldn't have asked for anything better."

They were silent from that point on, dozing in each other's arms, but still lucid enough to see the beauty of the sunrise on their brand new day.

FIN


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