56 comments/ 134456 views/ 29 favorites Brad's Life By: DG Hear As always, thanks to my editors, 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan', who make my stories a much better read. As a young man in my twenties I've always wondered why people got married. Other than my parents, most everyone I knew had been divorced. A lot of them more than once. The two most common causes for the divorces was cheating and money problems which turned spouses against each other. I wasn't going to get trapped into getting married. I was going to play the field. If I wanted sex, I was going to have it. I read all of these stories of people who go outside their marriage to get their rocks off. Why did they get married in the first place? How stupid! Just stay single and fuck whoever you want! I know there are diseases out there, but they have always been there. I would just use caution and condoms. I wanted my cake and I was going to eat it too. In my junior and senior year at college I had more sex than my parents probably had in a lifetime. I had sex with a huge variety of women. White, black, Asian and everyone in between. Heavy, skinny, good looking, and not so good looking, I had sex with them all. It started out being a barrel of fun. I was fucking someone at the drop of a hat. I had threesomes, and group sex, I even let one guy fuck me in the ass when I had too much to drink. I have to tell you that was a one time thing. It hurt like hell; it also helped me understand why most women don't like it. I've had a lot of girlfriends and lovers. I always let them know up-front that marriage was out. I was not going to get tied down to one woman. I believed in the free love philosophy. Most of the gals I went with didn't mind the sharing. I screwed my buddies' girlfriends and some of their wives. In turn they had sex with the latest of my girlfriends. Toward the end of my senior year, sex was so plentiful that it became old, almost boring. Don't get me wrong - I still did it and I still liked it. The problem was it wasn't a challenge any more. When I went to swap parties, I knew I would be fucking someone that night. Maybe a few of them. As most parties went, drugs and booze played a big part. The sex was always good but, I guess, just became old. I can compare it to going to the races. The first few times, the races are great. You get all hyped up for your favorite drivers and cheer them on. After you've been to say, a dozen races, it loses some of the pizazz. You keep going for the thrill but the thrill is less and less. Eventually, you go to watch the people. You still enjoy it, but a lot of the luster is gone. It's the same way with sex: the more you do it, the less exciting it becomes. I know a lot of people ask how I can give my girlfriend to another guy. It was easy - I would be fucking his woman. Hell, I wasn't going to marry the girl and she got what she wanted too. It was just our way of life. After college, I kept in touch with very few of my friends. Most of them were getting married and some were divorced already. They said they thought the wild sex years ruined their marriages. They couldn't settle down with just one woman. The cheating set in and divorce was the final outcome. I just dated after college. I had sex with my partners but since I sowed my wild oats it wasn't number one on the list of things I needed. I studied computer repair in college. Everyone said to go into computer programming but I knew that field would get flooded with applicants, but someone would still need to repair these computers. It was the right choice as I always had work. I started working with a small computer repair company and after five years I opened my own business. I was then twenty-nine years old and had my own computer repair business. In my private life it seemed that everyone wanted to fix me up with their daughters or sisters. They all had a best friend that was either single or divorced and was perfect for me. How did all these people know what was perfect for me? It really made me laugh; everyone knew what was best for me. No wonder there were so many divorces. People didn't find their mate; someone else probably picked it for them. My parents seemed to be an exception to the rule. I couldn't believe my parents were happy after over thirty plus years of marriage. I talked with my dad about it one time - well, more than once, but this one time in particular I came straight out and asked him. "Dad, with the divorce rate so high, how come you and mom seem so happy together? "Brad, it's very simple but yet very hard. First, you have to find the right woman." "Dad, I don't mean to interrupt you. How did you know mom was the right woman?" "I felt it. In my heart I felt it. She was the only woman I was with that really made my heart jump. I didn't look for her; I didn't go hunting for the woman of my dreams. In fact, all I did was buy a box of donuts." "What? Donuts? Dad, you're losing me here. What has donuts got to do with mom?" "That's how we met. I went to the donut shop to get a box of donuts and she was working the counter. I looked up and saw this smiling face and fell in love with her right then and there." "Did you date or what? How did you get together?" "I asked for donuts and we started talking. I was probably in there for twenty minutes talking to her, then I asked her out." "She said yes, and that was the start of a lasting relationship, right?" I asked. "Quite the opposite. She said, 'No', so I started going in the donut shop every day till finally one day she said yes, and that was the start of a long time union between us." "So you felt it in your heart and then went after her? Did she feel the same as you, Dad? Did her heart skip a beat?" Mom walked into the room. She spoke, "I did feel the same way as your father, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him. I figured if we were to be together, then God would make it happen." "Come on, Mom. God brought you two together? This is the twenty-first century." "Honey, God is the same today as he was yesterday and will be the same tomorrow. Yes, I do think God had something to do with us being together. Anyway, let me continue. Your dad worked in your Aunt Joy's store. I used to walk by and see him in there flirting with the girls. One of my girlfriends was with me one day and we saw him in the store. I looked at her and said, 'Someday, I'm going to marry him,' as I pointed toward your dad. It was just a matter of time. Since he was such a flirt, I knew I had to make him work for a date, and that's exactly what I did. We were married about a year later. It was thirty-three years ago." Mom kissed me on the cheek and went back in the kitchen. She knew there was going to be more man talk. "What about other women, Dad? Didn't you ever want other women?" "Son, I dated and had sex with other girls before your mom and I were married. Every guy, and I guess woman too, go through those stages. Sex with other women was good and exciting. I can't say I didn't enjoy it. I would be lying. After I met your mom and we .... umm, became intimate, it was different. It was sex but it was more than that. It was a feeling that I can't describe. I guess that's why they call it love. I no longer thought about me and what I wanted. Instead, I thought about Mary, and what I could do to please her. By pleasing her, I was pleasing myself. Your mom is the only woman I ever felt that way with." "Dad, I know it's personal, but did you ever have sex with a woman after you married mom?" Dad hesitated; maybe that was too personal, even to tell your son. Dad looked at me with a tear in his eye. "Well, Brad, I once was on the road and met a woman. We hit it off pretty good. The night before I left, your mom and I got into an argument about money and I left for the trip aggravated. This woman I met on the road was nice, but she was also married. Eventually, we went up to my room and I kissed her. I knew it was wrong but I did it anyway. Who would ever know? She took off her clothes and I started touching her. A feeling of doing something really wrong came over me. I got off the bed and asked her to get dressed and leave. "She said, 'It's alright honey, no one will ever know. I've done this before, nobody gets hurt.' I looked at her and told her that I would know and I knew it would be in my mind forever. I couldn't go through with it so she got up and left my room. I often thought about how I would have felt if your mother would have been like that woman. You see, son, there is always a price to pay for wrongdoing. I came home and told your mother what I almost did. She was mad but forgave me. One time she asked me why I told her about what almost happened. I told your mom that if I told her, I knew that I would never do it again. Her knowing hurt me and whenever I faced a similar situation again, the first person whose face I'd see would be your mother's and I never want to hurt her." "Geez, Dad, that was some story. It seems like a lot of years to be with one woman." "It has to be the right woman, Brad, not just any woman. Love, honor, till death us do part. For better, for worse, through sickness and through health, through good times and bad, it's part of the marriage vows. Too many people today want to write their own. That's fine as long as they put in the important stuff. Anyone getting married should do it for the right reason, and listen to the vows and then live by them." "Thanks for the talk, Dad. I don't think I'll be getting married anytime soon." I smiled. "One more thing, son. Marriage is a partnership. You have to constantly work at it. You have to communicate with each other. It's extremely important if a marriage is to survive." "Thanks again, Dad." I continued dating but things were a little different. The women were older, more mature. Maybe I'm saying this wrong; the women were in their twenties and early thirties. It wasn't the fast sex life of my few years past. These women were more mature, and it wasn't all about sex with them, even though I was intimate with a number of them. Many of them were looking for Mr. Right, although I knew that wasn't me. I do have to say that growing up and now working made my life a lot different. I started to treat women as more than sex objects. I started to enjoy the time with many of them. I didn't get the sparks my dad talked about but I was enjoying being with the women and going out in general. I'd been out of the swingers scene for a few years now, but one of my old friends, whom I hadn't seen for a couple of years, came into my computer shop. He thought his hard drive went out and asked me if I could repair it and save most of the data and programs. He said he had some very important folders on his computer. I told him I would see what I could do, but would need a couple of days. He invited me to a party on Saturday. He did say it was an adult party. I told him I didn't have a girlfriend that I could bring to a swingers' party. I'd been dating a more straight-laced clientele. He told me not to worry; he invited enough people that I could come alone, but probably wouldn't be leaving alone. I told him I'd try and be there. I started repairing his computer. He was right, his hard drive was fried. I did my best to copy all the programs I could get off his machine. Damn, he was into porno big time. He kept about thirty porno web sites and a folder of photos. I wasn't sure whether it would be right to look at his photo files, so I didn't. I continued to retrieve all the files I could. After saving his files, I replaced his hard drive. He was good to go. Barry came back a few days later for his computer. We sat down and talked awhile. I asked him what he had been up to and asked him about his girlfriend Jackie. "After college, Jackie and I got married. I really cared for her. She wanted to become monogamous and I tried, I really did. I needed more in sex than a married life offered. I went to one of the parties without her. She gave me an ultimatum, the party or her. I went to the party and figured she would be mad for a while but would get over it. I was wrong. She packed up after I left the house and she moved out." "Did you ever talk to her after that?" I asked. "I called around the next day and she was at her parents' home. I tried to talk to her but she told me I made my choice. It did surprise me. You know, before we married, she attended the swap parties and all. I guess she was just tired of that life and wanted a family. The last I heard she was dating one of the guys where she works. I guess they had a heart to heart and she explained her past to him and he's alright with it. As long as it stays her past. We still talk but aren't close anymore." "Don't you get a little tired of the swapping life, Barry?" "Sure, I do. I guess I'm kind of a porno freak. If you looked into my computer, you'd see that. I guess after a while it just became part of my life. I'm a photographer now, so I see a lot of shit. It's all second nature to me now. I think about family, a wife and kids, but I guess it's just not for me. I worry about when I'm older. These hot bodies aren't going to want an old man fucking them. So, now I need to make some serious money. These young girls today will play for pay. So I'm into making porno movies. That's why I throw these parties. I'll have cameras rolling during the party." "You can't just use these movies without permission, can you?" I asked. "No, I'm a pervert, but I stay within the law. I'll get signatures from the ones who are willing to sign. You would be surprised how many agree to it. If they're really good, I'll even pay them, sometimes as much as five hundred dollars. They usually come back for more. I expect a lot of them to be at the party." "I may be there at your party, don't know yet, but you aren't getting any signatures." "I understand, Brad. I'm not out to ruin friendships. Thanks for the computer repair job. Hope you make it to the party. There is always a lot of new stuff walking around." He laughed, paid me for my work and took his computer. What a difference in people. Mom and dad, married thirty-three years, and faithful to each other. Then, there's people like Barry, who lives for the sex life. Where am I at? Somewhere between the two, I guess. I don't see myself getting married. But, if what dad says is true, maybe I just haven't met the right woman yet. Maybe I ought to go buy some donuts. I laughed thinking about my mom and dad and how they met. It was like in the movies, not at all like real life today. I did wonder about my life ten or twenty years from now. Who would I be dating, if at all? I think that's why a lot of people rush into marriage. They worry about being alone in the future and probably settle for security instead of love. I really don't know; I'm not exactly a psychiatrist. I decided to pass on Barry's sex party. It really wasn't what I was looking for anymore. I like sex but the multiple partners was more than I wanted anymore. I called one of my lady friends instead and took in a movie and a dinner. She was really a special friend but there weren't sparks and a thump, thump in my heart like dad talks about. We did get intimate that evening. I pulled up to her condo and she invited me in. We both knew we were going to have sex. This was far from our first time together. She told me to have a beer while she made herself more comfortable. She came back in the room dressed only in a robe. She sat next to me on the sofa and we starting making out. She was a good kisser. Just a little tongue but not too much. I undid the belt on her robe and she was naked under it. I reached up and touched her breasts very gently. I've read enough stories that all said, "Don't maul a woman's breasts." It's funny how things like that come to mind when you get intimate with someone. After all they were just stories. I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth. I did like I read in the stories - suck, no teeth. Women don't like being bitten, at least not till they are hot and heavy at it. She asked me if I wanted to go to the bedroom or do it on the couch? I chose the couch, because for me it was less threatening. It was intimate but not necessarily loving. She laid on the sofa and I got on my knees next to the sofa and kissed up and down her body. I put my hand on her mound and did a slow massage on her bush while kissing up and down her body. She was really getting hot. I slid two fingers into her moist vagina. They went in with ease as I slowly fingered her. She started pumping up against my fingers. She had a beautiful body, a great personality and was a hot sex partner. Why didn't I love a woman like this? She was pretty much the total package. "Oh, Brad, you make me so hot, you're such a good lover. Finger me, Brad. It feels so good." She continued to hump my finger. I could feel her shudder a little and knew she had a small orgasm. I pulled my wet fingers out of her pussy and quickly stripped out my pants. Sheila got up and straddled my lap. She grabbed hold of my cock and guided it into her hot, moist pussy. As she lowered herself, my cock pushed deep into her pussy. I usually wear condoms, but I've known Sheila a long time. She was also on the pill. Every now and then, I like to go bareback. "Oh, Sheila, you are one hot lady. Bounce on that cock, get all you want baby. Take it, Sheila, take it, get that cock, come on baby, ride that cock." I felt myself coming. "Oh fuck, here it comes." "Come on, Brad, feels good baby, I feel your cum shooting into me. Give it all to me, honey, give it all to me." I shot spurt after spurt deep into her hot cavern. Damn, she was one hot lady. Sex with Sheila was great, but I couldn't picture myself coming home to her each evening as a wife. We talked about being together a few times, but we both agreed that although the sex between us was great, we were just good friends. Chapter 2 Life went on. My business was good and building. My personal life stayed pretty much the same. I saw Sheila once in a while as well as a few other women. I guess I was content with my life even though I stayed out later more and more. I guess I got tired of going home to an empty quiet house. My evenings at home were reading stories on the computer or watching television. I always thought I had my life together until I thought of mom and dad. They seemed to have done it right. My older sister had a very similar marriage to my parents'. I decided to talk to her and find out how she and Bill met and what they felt. One evening I drove over to my sister Sue's place. "Gee! To what do we owe this visit. Little brother came to see his big sister." She gave me a hug. She and Bill were sitting on the front porch watching their two kids play in the yard. Her kids were eight and five. "Hi, Sis, I was thinking about your lovely face and knew I had to see it." I smiled. She hit me on the arm. "Little brother, you can come over and look at my lovely face anytime you want." Bill, just shook his head at the two of us joking with each other. "Sue, did mom or dad ever tell you how they met, and eventually got married?" "You mean the story about the donut shop? Yeah, mom and dad both told me about it years ago. I thought it was so neat." "Do you believe it? Do you think they knew they were meant to be together when they first met? "What's this about, Brad. Do you finally have a girl that makes your heart flutter. Someone that is able to capture my little brother's heart." "No, nothing like that. I was just wondering how you and Bill met and ended up knowing you would be together. Most everyone seems to get married and then tire of one another; next thing you know they're divorced. Mom and dad, and you and Bill seem to have it together. I just wanted to hear your story." Brad's Life "Is my little brother tired of being alone?" Bill spoke up. "Sue, I think Brad is serious. Let's not joke for the moment. Let's tell him how we met." "Sorry, Bro, I did think you were kidding. First, about Mom and Dad. I know Dad is the man's man kind of guy. Big, doesn't take any shit sort of guy. Very protective of his family. It's part of the reason I believe he's telling it the way it is. I don't think he would joke about something like that." Bill spoke, "Now about me and Sue. When I first saw her, I knew I wanted her. I mean to date her and form a relationship with her. She was dating Darrel at the time and I didn't like the way he treated her. Whenever I talked to him, all he would talk about was getting in Sue's pants. He didn't know I had a crush on her too." Sue looked at Bill. "You never told me that Darrel said that to you. For ten years you've kept it a secret." "Not really, Honey. Darrel said it to a lot of people. How he was going to be your first. It pissed me off one day and I knocked him on his ass and told him if he ever touched you, I'd beat the shit out of him." "Is that why he stopped taking me out, and you conveniently showed up?" asked Sue. "He stopped showing up because if he succeeded in his plan and was able to have you, he'd be a dead man. I guess he felt it was a win/lose situation and went his own way. I was the win/win guy. I got the girl I was crazy about since high school, and I was first in her pants too." Sue smiled at Bill and then hit him. "What about you, Sis? Bill said he got the flutters for you in high school. How did you know he was the one?" "Feels like we're playing truth or dare, so I'll take truth," laughed Sue. "Brad, the fact of the matter is, I never liked Darrel. You remember him, the big know-it-all macho guy. I had flutters too, but they were for Bill. The problem is he would never ask me out. He hung with Darrel and it was always Darrel asking me out. I only went out with Darrel to make Bill jealous. Apparently it worked. The only reason Bill got in my pants, before we got married was because I was in love with him. He would have never hit pay dirt otherwise. Now he hits pay dirt a couple of times a week. More, if he's a good boy." She leaned over and kissed Bill. "Oh, Brad, you can be the first to know. Billy and Barb are going to have a little sister in about six months. For Bill and I, that's what life is all about. Loving each other and family. Look at your niece and nephew out in the yard. What could be better than that, little brother?" "I guess I just haven't met anyone I feel that way about." "Brad, you have to stop and smell the roses. You have sex on your mind and just jump into bed. You don't give yourself a chance for a relationship first. Excuse my language but you live by 'fuck first, talk later'. Hard way to build a relationship. I don't mean to be so hard on you, bro, but I love you more than anything and want you to give love a chance. Believe me, there is a woman out there for you. There has been a number of them that really cared for you but couldn't handle your lifestyle. A number of them have told me so." "Well, guys, thanks for the talk. I have to be heading out. Congrats on the new one coming soon." As I was leaving, my niece and nephew ran up to me to hug me goodbye. They really were pretty good kids, but again, they came from a pretty good family. As I was walking toward my truck, my sister yelled out, "Hey, Bro, got time for a barbeque? It's only going to be hamburgers but you're invited." "Thanks, sis, I think I could go for that. Homemade burgers sound pretty good to me right now." It was nice spending time with my sister and her family. Of course it got me to thinking more about my life. The next morning I was headed over to the shop and saw a sign advertising donuts. It made me laugh and think of Dad and Mom. I stopped the car and decided to go get a cup of coffee and a couple of donuts. When I walked in and spotted the woman behind the counter I began laughing. She was old enough to be my grandmother. She was an elderly woman probably in her seventies or older. She smiled at me and asked if she could help me. I apologized for laughing and asked for a couple of donuts and a black coffee. She was a nice lady and smiled at me while getting my coffee. "Would it be impolite of me to ask why you were laughing?" she asked. "I'm sorry. I had a talk with my dad the other day and he said he met my mom in a donut shop. I came in to get a couple of donuts and, well..." "I understand, honey. I don't think you and I were meant to be together," she laughed. "Besides, my husband of forty-seven years might get mad." She laughed again. "Thank you for understanding; if you were forty years younger and single, I might just have asked you out." I smiled. I took my donuts and coffee and left the store and headed over for a full day's work. It was funny as I was thinking about the woman at the donut shop. I thought, forty-seven years with the same person. There's something I found intriguing about these long lasting relationships. These people knew something that the divorced people didn't. A couple of days later I decided to drop in to see the elderly woman at the donut shop again. She seemed so nice and I figured she would get a laugh out of seeing me again. When I walked in, I didn't see her. There was a woman bent over getting donuts for another customer. I figured it was the elderly woman, so I thought I would just sit down and have a cup of coffee today. The lady came up to the counter and it wasn't the elderly woman. It was a beautiful young lady whose smile lit up the room. "Can I help you? Would you like a cup of coffee?" She was holding the pot. I just stared at her. I couldn't help it. I felt a flutter in my stomach. No, I said to myself. This isn't happening. As soon as I regained my composure. I said, "I'm sorry, I expected the elderly woman. You kind of took me by surprise, and yes, coffee is fine." "You must mean my grandma. Every one calls her Nana. She's kind of a cool lady but I think she's a little old for you." She said, as she smiled. "No, I stopped in the other day and she..." "She told me about you. Your dad met your mom in a donut shop, right? I think that's so sweet. Do you want anything besides the coffee?" Yes, I wanted something. I wanted a date with this woman. How should I go about it? Christ, I felt like a kid getting ready to ask a girl out. What the hell is happening to me. "Umm, can I have umm... two glazed donuts, please?" "Two glazed donuts, coming right up." She walked away to get me the donuts. This was stupid. I've been thinking about women way too long. Talking with mom and dad, then my sister and her husband. I just wasn't thinking right. I needed to get my bearings straight. I drank my coffee and ate my donuts. I watched Angie - that was the name on her name tag - as she waited on customers. Since she was busy waiting on customers, I got up to leave. She waved goodbye to me as I walked out of the store. I figured I would stop by another time to talk with her. I was talking to myself after I left. Did I feel a flutter or was that just wishful thinking after talking to my dad and sister? I decided I would ask her out the next time I saw her; the worst that could happen was she would say, "No." I headed back to the repair shop. A good looking gal came in and said that my friend Barry recommended me, and said I was good with computers and she asked if I could fix hers ... computer that is. I told her I would need a day to take a look at it and that I could give her a call. She said that would be fine and then began talking to me. "Did you know Barry's having another party this Saturday?" she asked. "No, I didn't. I haven't been to Barry's party for quite some time. Are you going?" I asked. "I think so. My boyfriend likes these parties and I like my boyfriend, so I usually go along," she replied. "What about the sex? Is it what you really want, or somewhere up the road do you think you'll have a change or heart?" I asked. "Don't get me wrong. I like sex, but I don't like being a sex toy for a bunch of old fat men. I'm hoping, Ray, my boyfriend, will grow out of this stage and maybe someday we'll get married and have a family." I didn't want to tell her that it wasn't going to happen. If he swaps with her as his partner, he isn't going to one day say, "I love you; let's not fuck other people." Too bad. She seemed like a nice person, but now every guy she ever had relations with is going to judge her. It wasn't right but that is exactly what will happen. It even happens to guys. I know it happened to me. When you play the sex games, there is a price to be paid. Very few people will overlook the past. The lady - Sally was her name - left and I checked out her computer. It didn't take long to figure out her problem. She was downloading all kinds of music and mpg's on her computer. The computer's ram drive wasn't big enough to hold it all. She either needed to update her computer or get rid of some of the files. She came in the next day and I explained the problem to her. She told me to update her computer and asked me to show her how to update and delete some of the big files. After explaining her programs and updating her computer she paid me and said she hoped to see me Saturday. I thanked her and told her I wasn't planning on coming to the party, but you never know. The next morning I headed over to the donut shop to see Angie. I was a bit excited when I first saw her. She poured my coffee and I asked for a couple of donuts. She brought them and asked if there was anything else. I asked her to sit down with me for a few minutes since she didn't have any other company. She sat down and we talked a little. She told me about herself and her plans. She wanted to go to modeling school or Hollywood to be in the movies. She told me how people were always complimenting her on her personality and appearance. I agreed that she was a beautiful woman but that the modeling profession was a hard nut to crack. Then I asked her the big question. "Would you like to go out with me to dinner and maybe a movie this Saturday night?" "Oh, Brad, I'm sorry. I already have plans for Saturday night with my friends. It's our girls' night out. Maybe we could get together another time." I felt lousy. I told her maybe we could try again in a week or two. I needed to get out of this gracefully. I should have known better. She said no to me for a girls' night out. I could understand if she had a date or something. She got up to wait on a customer and I told her I'd see her later. She waved goodbye to me as I walked out the door. This might sound silly but I didn't take this too well. I wasn't used to getting turned down. Maybe I just asked her out too soon. I was on a downer for the next couple of days. I decided to get back to my old self and forget about this whole love, monogamous, marriage shit that I've been thinking about for the last month. I decided to go to Barry's party and say, "Fuck'em all." I need to tell some of you how these parties I went to worked. Barry would rent out a small motel off the beaten path. The place had to have a big community room for all the activities to take place, like drinking and dancing. They would always cater in the food and sometimes entertainment. There might be dancers, singers, strippers, and games. Barry would pay for the food and entertainment. The guests had to pay an admission fee and for their drinks. Anyone wanting the privacy of a room for fucking in, or staying the night would pay extra for it. Most every room was rented out before the night was over. I walked in and the party was in full swing. A lot of guests had already matched up. No problem because guests were still coming in. One thing I failed to mention. Most women at these swap meets were not Barbie dolls nor the men Adonis's. There were always a goodly number of good looking people of both sexes. The majority were mostly average looking and quite a few were less than good looking. The men were somewhat pot bellied or somewhat balding, and most were out of shape. Their wives did not - how do I say this without offending anyone - have hour glass figures but were overweight or either with really big boobs or flat chested. It was a potpourri of people, all colors and sizes. Also, more and more were older. Probably up into their late fifties. Most didn't care about looks after they started drinking; a pussy was a pussy and a cock was a cock. They were trying to get that last sex rush, figuring their marriages were failing and this would spice it up. I looked up and was surprised to see Angie walk in with a group of girls. This must have been their girls' night out. I watched as they started to mingle. They were younger and of course getting attention. There were five of them, dressed extremely sexy. Almost to a hooker stage. I walked up behind Angie and put my hands on her hips. She hadn't seen me yet when she said, "Oh, that feels nice." She turned around and saw me. "Brad, what are you doing here. I thought you were going to a movie or something?" "My date turned me down so I thought I would come to Barry's party. You do know what kind of party this is, don't you, Angie?" "Yes, I know. I just come out to have a little fun. I get tired of being a donut hostess all day. Besides, there are photographers here. It's my chance to become a model." "Well, have a good time at the party. Tell your grandma hi for me when you see her." I knew that one hurt. No one would want their grandmother to know they went to adult parties. It was funny that I was somewhat mean to Angie. She wasn't doing anything that I wasn't doing. I guess it was just that one chance we might have been together. "Brad, maybe we can see each other later?" she asked. "No, I don't think so, Angie, but have a nice time." I walked away and was going to leave when the gal whose computer I fixed came up to me. "Brad, you made it. You did come. Want to dance?" "Sure. Sally, isn't it? I'd love to dance with you." She had a nice firm body. I had my hands on her ass in seconds and was pulling up her skirt. I was a talker and kept talking to her. "Where's your boyfriend?" "Dancing with that Asian girl. He has this thing for Asian girls." "I like nice asses myself," as I pulled her skirt above her ass and slid my hands down inside her panties. "God, you have one nice ass, Sally," and I squeezed both cheeks inside of her panties. "God, Brad, you're fast. You don't waste anytime. You want to fuck me, don't you?" "Yes, right in front of your boyfriend. I'm going to shove my cock up your pussy while your boyfriend watches. Take off your panties while he's looking at you." "Brad, we swap but I don't usually fuck people in front of Ray." "Fuck Ray! If he's stupid enough to share a body like yours, then he can watch. Take off your panties and come over to me." She did what I asked. I backed up into a straight back chair and sat down. I then held Sally's skirt above her waist and told her to take hold of my cock and put it in her pussy. She looked around and everyone near us was staring at us. They all saw her bare ass sitting on my lap while she put the head of my cock to her wet and waiting hole. I should have put on a condom, but I wanted her boyfriend to see her getting it bareback. "Your boyfriend's watching you. Put it in and slowly lower yourself down." "Oh, my God, I feel it, oh, so good." She began riding it harder and harder. She didn't care that everyone was watching her now. She looked over at her boyfriend and he didn't look overly happy. Who knows, maybe he learned something. Maybe he felt something for her after all. Up and down and then she was just rubbing her mound against my pelvis. We were both getting ready to come. When I shot a load up into her, she squealed and the people around us started smiling and clapping. After we climaxed, I handed her panties back and told her to put them on. It would help stop some of the juices from coming out till she made it to the restroom. As she got off my lap, I could tell she was a little embarrassed. I looked over at Angie and she quickly turned away. Hell, I was primed now. I was going to fuck one more gal tonight. I decided to find someone I didn't know. I went up to this one black woman who came in with Angie. She was sitting with two of the other girls that came in with them. "Would you like to dance?" I asked. "What about Angie? She might get pissed." "Look, Sweetheart, I'm asking you to dance. Either you do or you don't. As far as Angie is concerned, I asked her out, she said no. Now, did you come to this party to have fun or sit?" She got up and we started dancing. She was on the heavy side with big boobs and a big ass which I already had my hands on. "I'm Brad and you are...?" "Jacky. It's short for Jacqukae. Do me a favor and don't do to me like you did that last lady. It would be too embarrassing." "Did you like watching it, Jacky." "Yes, but all those people watching." "Did you come here tonight to get laid, Jacky?" "Well, yes ... I mean no, I don't know. We girls just decided to go to this party. I've never been to a party like this. They say no one is forced to do things they don't want to do. Is that true?" "Yes, it is. Do you want to spend the evening with me and I'll make sure everything is okay?" "Brad, I have to tell you something. I'm married ... well, separated. My husband cheated on me and tonight I want to get even. He had sex with a white girl, and so I told him I was going to have sex with a white man. I know it's stupid but I have to do it. So, you know, this will only be a one time thing," "Fair enough, Jacky, let's dance, have a few drinks, watch a couple of orgies and then we'll get a room and I'll fuck the shit out of you." "No onlookers. I can't let anyone else know except the girls, but I don't want them watching me." "Fair enough. Now let's go get a couple of drinks," I said. We danced and I felt her up a lot on the dance floor. Whenever we saw a couple making it, I always slid my hand up to her pussy and fingered her. I know she was having mini-orgasms while being finger-fucked. Every now and then we would run across her girlfriends who were all 'three sheet to the wind' and getting felt up. She told me two were divorced and the other married. Angie was the only single one. I asked her if she was ready for the room and she said yes. I stopped and saw Barry and got a room key. We got to the room and Jacky removed her clothes and I removed everything but my underwear. I was rubbing and kissing Jacky's big boobs. At the same time, I slid my hand down to her pussy and started finger-fucking her. She squirmed on my fingers. I knew she was hot but extremely nervous. I sensed something wasn't quite right. "What is it, Jacky? I can feel there's a problem. Are you having second thoughts?" "I've never cheated on my husband before, and I guess it's bothering me." "Jacky, tell me the truth. Are you and your husband separated and getting a divorce?" She started crying, so I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and started talking to her. She said, "I told you the truth. He went to a bachelor party and fucked the stripper they had. I found out about it and decided to get even." "Do you still love him?" "Yes, but he cheated on me." "Well, Jacky, you have a decision to make. Either you want to mend your marriage, or have this affair and probably end it. Where is your husband now?" "At home with our two kids. I told him I was going to go fuck a white man and left the house." "Jacky, I can't believe I'm saying this to such a pretty naked woman lying beside me but I think you ought to get dressed. I'll call you a cab, and you go home and work it out with your husband. I don't want to be the one to ruin or end your marriage. Go before it's too late," I said. Brad's Life She was now crying as I held her. I don't know why I just didn't fuck her. I guess all this thinking was warping my mind. She did get up and get dressed. I called the cab and we just talked till it arrived. She knew she was doing the right thing by going home. She had two little kids and a husband who was a hard worker but went too far at a bachelor party. This marriage could be saved, but the two of them would have to work at it, especially her husband. Well, there I was in a room all by myself. I wondered if I should go back to the party or just go to sleep. I chose the sleep. The next day I got a call from Sally. She told me after I left the party that she was looking for me. She told me she broke up with Ray. He gave her the clap, a venereal disease, but not a bad one. It could be cured with a few shots. Ray told her after she had the sex with me. She slapped him across the face and Barry asked what the problem was. Sally told him that Ray had said he had the clap and gave it to her. Barry immediately had him thrown out. It would really be bad for business, so Barry had a couple of bouncers take Ray out back and do a number on him. Barry also asked the Asian girl Ray was dancing with if they were intimate yet. She said they hadn't been. I guess Barry was really pissed that Ray would come to the party knowing he had VD. "Brad, I'm so sorry, I went straight over to the hospital to get tested for the clap, and I have it. Other than Ray, you were the only person I had sex with. I tried to find you but you were already gone. Someone said, they saw you leave with a black woman, so you might want to notify her also. I'm very sorry Brad, but we didn't use any protection. I guess that's both our faults. Again, Brad I'm really sorry." I hung up the phone. Why in the hell didn't I use a condom? I always wear a condom if I don't know my sex partner. Boy, am I ever going to get razzed over this. I headed over to the clinic to get checked out. I filled out the standard form and pulled out my insurance card. A receptionist took my information and a nurse led me into a room where I was to wait for the doctor. Boy, did I feel stupid. I had the clap one other time when I was a junior in college. After that, I always wore a condom. But, stupid me wanted to show off and didn't take the time to wear one this time. The door opened and a nurse, maybe in her mid-twenties came in. Now, I'm not exaggerating one bit here. She looked as close to an angel as any woman I have ever met. Her hair, curly and wavy, around her shoulders, a nice figure and a face I could fall in love with. Yes, I said fall in love with. The prettiest smile, teeth and dimples. I was totally dumbfounded. My heart literally skipped a beat. Not a flutter, in the stomach but a missed heart beat. I had to bring my hand up to my chest. "Mr. Haines, are you alright?" she asked. I still couldn't speak for a few seconds. "Yes, nurse, I don't know what just happened. When I saw you, my heart literally skipped a beat." She laughed lightly, thinking it was a come-on. "Mr. Haines, why are you really here? Let me look at your paper work." The smile was gone. "Mr. Haines, it says here that you may have contacted the clap. Is that correct?" I couldn't feel more embarrassed. "Yes, I got a call from a young lady who contracted the disease and passed it on to me." "Oh, I see. Did you contact any other partners to make sure you didn't pass it on? "There weren't any other partners. God, this is so embarrassing." "Well, Mr Haines, the doctor will be right in to see you. You might consider wearing a condom next time," she said as she walked out. I can't explain exactly how I felt. This beautiful woman telling me basically that I was stupid. I knew that but what kind of an impression did I leave her? The doctor came in and ran a test or two. He confirmed I had the clap. He told me it should be totally gone in a couple weeks. He gave me a shot and a prescription to take. He told me if I had sex with anyone else that I should notify them. I mentioned about Jacky but told him I never had intercourse. He told me that as long as I kept it in my pants that I didn't pass it along. Of course he told me I should practice safe sex, every time. He told me Angel would be back in with my prescription and paperwork. "What? The nurse's name was Angel?" The doctor cracked a smile, "Yes, that really is her name." I thought to myself how her name really fit her, when she came back in the room. I needed to talk to her. I wanted her to know I wasn't a total idiot. What should I say to her? Damn! "Angel, I wasn't coming on to you when I told you about the heart beat. I want to tell you that I'm not a complete idiot and I usually practice safe sex." "Mr Haines, I don't need to hear about your personal life," she said. "Please, Angel, I really want to see you again." There! I said it. How would she react to it? "That's fine, Mr. Haines. The doctor wants to see you in two weeks." This time she did smile, as she walked out. In the next few days, I thought and thought about her. What the hell was the matter with me? I get all these stupid dating ideas, then I turn down what might have been a good sexual bout and send the woman home to her husband. Now I meet a nurse under the worst of circumstances. I needed to talk to her again. I couldn't get Angel out of my mind. Hell, she never even called me Brad. To her I was Mr. Haines, the man with the clap. Damn! Damn! Damn! As I was working, the phone rang. "Hello, Brad's Computer Repair. How may I help you? "Brad, I don't know if you remember me from the party. This is Jacky." Oh, shit! Surely I didn't give her the clap. We never had intercourse. "Hi, Jacky. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?" I didn't want to give anything away, just in case. "No, there's no problem. I just called to thank you. Because of you, my husband and I are working things out and we are going to stay together." "It's good to hear Jacky," I replied. "I wanted to tell you. When I came home, my husband was sitting on the couch crying. He told me how he messed up and now that I did the same thing, we probably wouldn't make it. We were drifting too far apart. I told him I didn't do it. I couldn't go through with it. I lied a little. I didn't tell him how far I did go or that it was you that stopped me from doing it. I told him two wrongs didn't make a right. He hugged me and promised never to stray again. We talked and we cried together. Then he took me to our bedroom and gave me the best sex I've ever had. I think all that build-up from you did it," she laughed. "I just had to call and thank you. I will probably never talk to you again unless I need my computer repaired. The only thing I ask is that this secret stay between you and me." "Don't worry, Jacky. I will never tell anyone and I hope it all works out for you and your family." After I hung up, I actually felt good. Maybe I helped save a marriage. Now I was thinking of Angel again. After work I was supposed to go over to Mom and Dad's for dinner. Maybe I would talk to Dad again. I needed to talk to someone and I knew Angel didn't think much of me at the present time. Mom made pork chops and mashed potatoes. Boy, could she ever cook! After we got done eating, Dad asked me, "What is it, son? Something is eating at you. Do you want to talk about it?" "Can we go to the club and have a couple of beers? I just need a little advice from someone I trust, Dad, and you're the man." I laughed. We headed over to the Elks to have a couple beers and a man to man discussion. It was really good to know that I had a dad who would stand behind me. I know that even though we disagreed on a lot of issues, he would always be honest and there for me. There aren't many dad/son relationships out there like ours. I guess that was another problem I always had with marriage and kids. I would want it to be as good as my parents and that would be a lot to live up to. I sure was learning more and more about myself. "Dad, ever since that discussion we had about how you and Mom met, I've been thinking. I got it in my stupid head now, that there is someone out there for me. Every woman I meet now I think, 'Is she the one? Did my heart flutter? Should I approach her?' Dad, it's bothering the hell out of me." "Son, start from the beginning and work to the present so I get an idea of what you're trying to explain." "Okay, for starters, I met a girl in a donut shop and I thought I felt my stomach flutter." Dad started laughing. "It isn't really all that funny, Dad." "I'm sorry, Son, but I thought that was a nice gesture. By the way, that story about your mother and I meeting at the donut shop is true," Dad replied. "Anyway, Dad, this girl was nice, really nice. I should tell you I met her grandmother the first time I walked in. It made me laugh. I went back one day just to say high to the elderly lady and that's when I met Angie, the granddaughter. I got this feeling she was the one. I asked her out and she refused." "So ... ask her out again. Just because she said no once doesn't mean she isn't interested. Hell, I asked your mom out a half dozen times before she said yes." "There's more, Dad. I went to an adult party and she was there." "Oh, Christ, I thought you stopped going to those parties. You're never going to find the girl of your dreams there, unless you want a well used one," replied Dad. "Dad, it gets worse. First off, I didn't do anything with Angie, but I did have sex at the party and got a case of the clap." Dad yelled or at least talked kind of loud. "What? Aren't you ever going to learn? I'm sorry for yelling, but why didn't you use a condom? Damn, I thought you would have learned by now. It will clear up in a couple of weeks, so maybe it was a good omen for you to watch your lifestyle. It could have been a lot worse." "It is worse, Dad. I met a girl and we are off to a piss poor start. She knows about the clap." "You're losing me here. Who's the girl and how did she find out?" asked Dad. "I went to the clinic for the shots and the nurse is an angel, Dad, a beautiful woman who I honestly believe is the one. Dad, my heart literally skipped a beat when I saw her. I'm serious, Dad. I had to hold my hand to my heart. I don't know what to do. She knows about the clap. She didn't have on a wedding ring, so I'm hoping she's single. This is going to be hard to believe, but her name is Angel." "Maybe it's another one of your flutter moments. If not, all you can do is ask her out and see where it leads to. Most of all, if you truly feel she's the one, don't rush it, but let nature take it's course." "Thanks, Dad. I just needed to get it off my chest. Please don't tell Mom about the clap. I don't want her to know I slipped up again. As far as the adult parties go, I think I'm through with them." "That's good to hear, Brad. You still need to wear condoms. Not only for the disease but I don't think you want to be a dad yet. Oh, before I forget, Barb, your niece, has a birthday Saturday. Your sister thinks you will forget it, so I thought I would remind you." "Thanks, Dad. I did forget. Thanks for the reminder. I'll be there." A couple of days later I headed back to the doctor's. Angel was there and was getting ready to take my vitals signs. "Good morning, Mr. Haines. Have you taken all your pills?" "Angel, we got off to a bad start. Could you call me Brad? I'm really not that bad of a guy." "Okay, Brad, I need to take your blood pressure and pulse. Why is your pulse so fast? Is it always this fast?" "It's you, Angel, you're doing this to me. I know you don't believe me but I want to see you again, outside of the clinic. Would you go out with me?" "Brad, you seem like a nice guy. You really do. I don't think we run in the same circles. The parties I go to aren't the same as the ones you seem to attend. I don't think going out with you is a good idea. I'm sorry." She turned and left the room. She left and the doctor came in and gave me a clean bill of health. Of course he told me to use protection next time. Chapter 3 I usually only worked till noon on Saturday. I closed up and headed to my sister Sue's house. Barbara, my niece was going to be six. We called her Barb or Barbie. I headed into the backyard where the party was supposed to take place. Looks like I was early. Only Sue's family was there along with Mom and Dad so far. Bill's mom and dad came in right behind me. I was thinking, there's another marriage of over thirty years. They were nice people also. When Sue saw me, she gave me a hug. "You remembered, bro, or did Dad remind you?" she smiled. "Does it make any difference? I'm here to cook the burgers and hot dogs. Where is Barbie? I have a present for her." She came running out the back door. "Hi, Uncle Brad. I'm six today. Did you bring me a present?" "Do I get a kiss first?" She reached up and kissed me and I gave her a child's computer. It would give her all the basic computer knowledge through kids games. It was wrapped up and she would open it later. I went in and started getting the packages of hot dogs and the buns and put them all on a tray. Sue came up to me and said, "Brad, I have a surprise for you." I knew right then that she had invited one of her girl friends to the party and wanted me to meet her. "Sue, I know you love me and want to fix me up. I love you because you're my big sister, but it never works out. Besides, I think I found my dream girl if I could only get her to talk to me." "What, Brad? You have a girlfriend? When did this take place.?" "No, she's not my girlfriend. In fact she probably doesn't even like me. Look, Sue, I'll be nice to your friend, but please don't expects sparks. I'll tell you about my dream girl after the party. I can't get her out of my mind. She makes me feel like a kid asking a girl for his first date." "Brad, you're scaring me a little. This sounds like a real crush. I can't wait to hear about it." "Well, right now I have to carry this tray of food out and get this stuff on the grill. I got the hot dogs and buns. You bring out the hamburgers." I carried the tray outside and got ready to set it down when I looked up and saw Angel. I froze and accidentally dropped the tray. Good thing everything I carried out was still in wrap. Sue said, "Brad, what happened?" She looked up and saw Angel. "Oh, hi, Angel. Glad you could make it. This klutz here is my brother, Brad. He's the one I wanted to introduce you to." "Brad, this is Angel, one of my best friends. We met at the clinic where my family goes to the doctor." Angel couldn't help but smile. There I was picking up the packages of hot dogs, and buns when I looked up and I saw this baby doll of a little girl staring at me from behind Angel's legs. "Hi, there, pretty little girl. What's your name?" I asked the little girl. "I'm Sara and I'm four," she replied. "I'm Brad and I'm twenty-nine," I replied. She smiled at me and said, "You're old. My mommy is only twenty- six." "Since I'm so old, would you like to help me pick up these packages?" "Sure, I'll help you." She came from behind her mother and put the buns and packages of hot dogs back on the tray. "Sara, you are a very nice and pretty little girl. Thank you for your help." "You're welcome," she said. I stood up and set the tray on the table. "Hi, Angel. See. We do attend the same kind of parties." She smiled. Sue looked at both of us. By now you have to understand that my sister Sue is very outspoken. She doesn't hide her feeling or her thoughts. "Do you two know each other?" she asked. Angel replied, "We met at the clinic. Brad came in for a few tests." "Brad, what happened? Are you sick? No one told me you needed to go to the doctor." I whispered in Sue's ear that I had a dose of the clap. She slapped me and called me a stupid idiot. At least she said it low enough so no one but Angel and I heard. "Angel, I'm sorry for the way we met. I really did want to get to know you but didn't know how to approach you because of the circumstances. For now, can we just be friends and maybe get to know each other?" Angel looked at me, "Okay, Brad, you win. We will just be friends for now. Besides your sister is one of my best friends." Sue came over to me. "Brad, is Angel the one you wanted to tell me about?" I nodded my head yes. Sue smiled - good, very good. Then she took Angel and introduced her to everyone else at the party. By the time I got all the hot dogs, and burgers on the grill everyone was ready to eat. I was still awestruck by Angel, but she had a daughter. I needed to know if she was married, separated or divorced. When I got a chance I cornered Bill in the house and asked him what he knew about Angel and her daughter Sara. "All I know is that we started going to the clinic because they are in our HMO and Sue and Angel became friends. Angel brings Sara over to play with Barbie. Barbie treats Sara like a little sister. As far as I know, Sara's father was killed before Sara was born. They lived in Michigan at the time. Shortly after her graduating from the nursing college, Angel got a position as a nurse at the clinic here in town. She lives in an apartment near the clinic. She has a brother and her mother and father also live in town. As far as I know she doesn't date much. In fact I've never seen her with another man at our house." "Thanks, Bill. To be honest with you, I really like Angel. I don't know if anything will come of it but we'll just take our time and see." Barbie and Sara kept running through the house. Every time Barbie would run by me, she would say, "Hi, Uncle Brad. I'm six today." Behind her was Sara. She would run by me and say, "Hi, Uncle Brad. I'm four today." She decided to call me Uncle Brad since Barbie did. The two little girls were sitting on the floor talking. I heard Barbie mention her dad. Then I heard the saddest thing. Little Sara said, "I don't know my dad. He died before I was born. So, my mommy is my mommy and my daddy too." It brought tears to my eyes. They say that kids say the strangest things. Before the party ended I finally got a chance to sit down alone with Angel. My heart flipped a beat. Meeting Angel, the strange heartbeat, Angel and my sister being friends, Dad saying wait and it will happen, Mom believing in God's plan. Were these all coincidences? Was I fabricating myself a life? I didn't have all the answers. All I knew was that when I was close to Angel, I felt good. It was a great feeling just being near her. "Angel, would you like to go out for dinner with me this week? You can pick the day and we can take Sara with us." "Brad, I don't know what to think about you. According to your sister, you're this great guy who is looking to find himself. I will tell you that when she told me about you and some of your past, I was intrigued. I was also scared. I want a nice life for Sara and me. I haven't dated for over four years. Ever since I graduated from nursing school. I'm not looking for a boyfriend or a husband. Sara and I are doing fine. However, I do believe in fate. Maybe two people are meant to be together, or maybe not. I want to take a chance with you. But, if you ever hurt Sara or me, it will be over. You have to understand that you can't have your parties and me too. As for dinner, Sara and I both like The Red Lobster, and Tuesday night would be fine." "Tuesday would be great. Just so you know, I really do have feelings for you. I don't know why but my heart really did skip a beat. For the record, I think little Sara is one sweet little girl." Angel was getting ready to leave. She said bye to everyone including me. No hugs, no kisses, and of course no handshakes, although little Sara kissed me on the cheek and said, "Goodbye, Uncle Brad. Remember your taking us to dinner Tuesday." Angel must have told her. Brad's Life "See you Tuesday, Sweetheart, and I won't forget." I was on cloud nine. My dad walked up to me and said, "That's her, isn't it, Brad." "How could you tell dad? Was it that obvious? Did I act stupid or something?" Sue came up to Dad and me. "Brad, it was obvious, but in a good way. We're all family and we know you. You haven't seemed this happy in a very long time. If you play your cards right, you will luck out here." "What do you mean, luck out? Did Angel say something to you?" I asked. "No, she didn't have to. I saw it in her eyes. Don't blow it, brother. If you do as much as hurt her feelings, I'll put you in the hospital myself. Take it easy and it will all turn out just fine. Believe me, little Sara is a big bonus. Trust in fate, Brad. It will work out for you." Dad looked over at Sue, then back over at me. I knew he was going to say something. "Brad, listen to your big sister. She knows what she's talking about. She was always the smarter of you two." He walked away laughing. The next day I went over to Mom and Dad's for dinner. I guess I showed up there a lot for a guy on his own. I even owned a nice house, or was at least paying on it. A three bedroom ranch with an attached garage. I used one of the rooms to store and work on computers at home, another for my office, and of course the third as a master bedroom with my king size bed. My parents did say what a nice young lady Angel was and her little Sara was precious. They didn't push it any further than that which made it more comfortable for me. Chapter 4 After dinner I went home. I couldn't wait till Tuesday, I had to talk to Angel. I called the house and little Sara answered the phone. "Hello." "Hi, Sara, how are you honey? This is Uncle Brad." "Hi, Uncle Brad. We're going out to eat with you Tuesday." "Yes, we are, Honey. Is mommy home?" "Yeah, she's talking to Uncle Barry." I was struck. I couldn't talk. Uncle Barry? God, no, this can't be happening. I knew it was too good to be true. I was getting ready to hang up the phone, when I heard a voice. "Hello, Brad, are you there? Are you okay?" It was Angel. "Yes, I'm here. I couldn't wait to talk to you, so I thought I would call." I know my voice probably sounded dejected. "Sara said you had company." "Barry is hardly company. He's my brother. He and his wife live in the same apartment building as me and Sara." "Wife? Barry's married?" I asked. "What's gotten into you, Brad? Are you okay? Yes, my brother Barry has been happily married for, going on ten years. He's one of the doctors at the clinic. Are you sure you're okay? "I am now. I just wanted to talk to you or see you." "Brad, I thought we were going to take it slow?" "We are, but we're allowed to talk to each other, aren't we? If you're not doing anything I'll rent a video and we can watch it and have popcorn or something." I could hear her laughing lightly over the phone. "Okay, you win again. Pick up something Sara will like and come over about six o'clock." Now I was smiling. "Okay, six it is. Do you have the popcorn?" "Yes, dear, we have popcorn." She laughed. I stopped by the video shop to get the movies. I couldn't decide. I didn't know that much about kid's movies. There was a little girl with her mother looking at the rentals. "Excuse me, but I need a movie for a little girl. Which ones do you like?" She, handed me a disk of Narnia, The Little Mermaid, The Lion King, and Finding Nemo. "Is that enough?" the little girl asked. "They're my favorites." "That's plenty. Thank you so much. You probably made a little girl very happy." I didn't tell her she helped out a middle aged man also. I didn't know which one to take, so I took them all. I drove over to Angel's apartment. It was a really nice looking place. I had to be buzzed up. I pushed the buzzer and heard Angel say, "Who is it?" "An old man looking for company and popcorn," I answered. I went to their door and Sara was standing there waiting for me. "What movie did you get, Uncle Brad?" she asked. "I wasn't sure which one to get so I got all of these. There should be something there you like." She couldn't really read but she recognized the pictures on the cases. She was smiling at all of them. I guess I did good. Angel walked in the room and saw Sara looking at all the movies. "My God, Brad, it will take all night to watch all of them." She realized what she had said and we both started laughing. Angel told Sara, "Sara, we are only going to watch two of them tonight. You pick out which two you want to watch." I put the movie Sara chose into the player and Angel went and made two bags of microwave popcorn. She came in and dimmed the light and sat on the couch next to me. Sara sat on the floor in front of us. Damn, this was nice. So much better than being home alone. Sara asked for something to drink, and Angel got up to get her some juice. She asked me if I wanted anything and I told her a soda would be fine. She gave Sara hers and set mine on the end table. She sat back down only this time she sat closer to me. I was like a kid on his first date wondering what to do. I reached over and gently took Angel's hand in mine and held it. She didn't pull away; in fact, she squeezed my hand. I brought her hand up to my mouth and kissed it, then I laid our hand on our thighs which were touching. I looked at her and she was looking back at me. "Angel, I can't tell you the last time I felt like this. If I do something wrong, please tell me. I don't want to lose you." I couldn't believe what happened next. Angel leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips. Sweet, soft, and sensuous, just the one time. I again kissed her hand. I wasn't going to push it. After the first movie, we took a break. Sara showed me her room, and Angel showed me the rest of the apartment. Sara showed me her goldfish. She said she wanted a puppy but they weren't allowed them in the apartment, so her mom got her a goldfish. "What's you fish's name?" "Goldie," Sara answered. Well, that made sense. I looked back at Angel and she was laughing again. God, she was so beautiful and I loved to see her smile. Angel told Sara to get her pajamas on before we watched the second movie. She said she knew Sara would probably fall asleep and she was right. Sara had fallen asleep. I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom and laid her on the bed. I kissed her on the forehead, then Angel covered her and kissed her also. I felt like I belonged. God, I hope I wasn't dreaming. Angel and I went back into the living room and I turned off the movie. "You better leave, Brad, before something happens." I took her in my arms and kissed her the same way we kissed earlier. We were standing there kissing for the third time when Angel said, "Please, Brad, you better go. I'll see you Tuesday." We kissed one more time and we both put our feelings and emotions into it. Then I left the apartment. I couldn't believe how I felt. It seemed so right. I went home and dreamed about Angel. On Tuesday, I stopped by and picked up Angel and Sara. A beautiful woman with a beautiful daughter. I wish I knew more about their past. Was she ever married? Everyone says that Sara's dad had died. No one has said that Angel's husband died. I felt it was too early in our relationship to ask. Hopefully, she would tell me as life went on. We had another great time together. Just the three of us. Little Sara talked and talked to me, like she knew me forever. She asked if we could watch some more of the movies after we got done eating. Angel looked at me and I told her I had them for five days and we would have to return them by Thursday. "Okay, Sara, but only one movie tonight. You have to choose which one you want to watch. Brad has to take them back to the store." I spoke up, "Angel, we could watch one tonight and the other one tomorrow night. That way we won't have to miss one." "Yeah, Mommy, yeah, let's do that," replied Sara. Angel looked at me. She knew I just pulled a fast one over on her. "Sara, Uncle Brad might not be able to come over tomorrow." I quickly spoke, "I'm free tomorrow and I can bring a pizza with me. We can eat it while we watch the movie." "I like pizza, Uncle Brad," replied Sara. "Okay, guys, we'll watch one movie tonight and one tomorrow, but no more the rest of the week." She said it sternly but we all knew she wasn't mad. "I love you, Mommy," replied Sara. "I love you, too, Mom." I smiled. It was funny me saying that. I was serious. I could count on one hand the number of times in my life that I said I love you to a woman. We kissed goodnight each time I stopped by. It was becoming almost automatic. I tried to take Angel and Sara somewhere most every weekend. I called her during the week at least twice. I was falling in love. If anyone told me I would fall in love this quick, I would have laughed at them. No sex, no feeling her up, even though I was dying to. I was taking it slow. It was no longer a game. I wanted this woman. We still haven't talked about Sara's father. Every time I would mention it, she would tell me she wasn't ready to talk about it. It kind of hurt me, that she didn't trust me enough to talk about it, or maybe there was more to it. I wanted to know, but not at a cost of losing her. Chapter 5 I stopped by her apartment to see her. Her mother had taken Sara somewhere and wouldn't be back for a good hour or two. We'd been dating for over three months now. I asked Angel if I could take her out dancing and to a dinner. Sue and her husband agreed to go with us if she wanted to go. "Brad, I'm scared. I'm falling in love with you and it's scaring me. I haven't been with a man in nearly five years. Since I became pregnant with Sara." "Angel, you know I'm crazy about you. I have been since the day I met you. I know you know that. Besides, I know you've talked with Sue. She must have told you all about me being a playboy and vowing never to get married. I am no longer that man. I'm a man that fell in love with the nicest woman on God's green earth. I love you, Angel, and I would never do anything to hurt you. I want to be with you, Angel." She began to cry. I don't know why she was crying. I put my arms around her and held her tight. She felt so soft. I kept my arms around her with her head on my shoulder. I hated seeing her cry; it was tearing me apart. "Angel, what did I say or do to make you cry? Please share your grief and trust me," I asked. "Brad, there is something about me that very few people know. It's a dark secret that only my mom and dad know. My brother doesn't even know." "What is it? Angel, you can trust in me." "Brad, I'm not falling in love with you." "What? But you just said you were a minute ago." "I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you ever since you brought over the movies. That is why I kissed you the first time. That's when I felt it. The mystical miss of the heart beat." "What is it, Angel? Share it with me. I know everything will be alright." "Brad, promise me that after I tell you this deep dark secret that you will never tell anyone. Not your sister, your mom or your dad. Promise me on all their lives that you will never mention it after today." "I promise, Honey, I promise till the day I die, I will never reveal your secret. After you tell me, it will be our secret. Never to be mentioned again." --------------- Angel told me her secret: "Brad, I have to tell you the whole story if we are to be together. I can't hold this secret from you. Please don't interrupt me; I have to get it all out. It's taken me three months to get up the courage to tell you. I hope I don't lose you over it. "It all began when I was in high school. I was popular and dated a lot. When I started college in Michigan I was a virgin. I thought I loved this one guy and, after we dated for a year, I gave up my virginity to him. "We dated until I was a senior in college. He found a new girlfriend and I went on with my life. I continued dating but the sex did not go beyond the feeling up and so on - no oral, no penetration. I guess I was what everyone in college called a tease, or a goody two shoes. I wasn't a tease. I was just trying to be polite and nice to everyone. Just because a girl talks to a guy doesn't make her a tease. "I graduated with honors, along with one of my girlfriends, Sidney. We double dated and always watched each other's back. She knew I wasn't a virgin and I knew she wasn't one either. Neither of us had a boyfriend at graduation time. "There was a big party planned for all the seniors. It was going to be held at the Ramada Inn. We knew there would be a lot of drinking and partying, so we got a room to share for the night. That way we wouldn't have to drive or have to depend on someone to get us home. We wanted to play it safe. "The party started and we were having a good time. We danced with anyone who asked. We knew we were getting drunk, but that's what we expected to do. It was our graduation party, we wanted to have fun. We earned it. "The next morning we - Sidney and me - woke up in our room. We were hurting, down below. We knew we had sex but had no idea with who or how many. I have no memory of any of it. I just woke up a total mess. I staggered into the shower to get rid of the filth. It was fine for the outside of my body but my stomach still ached. When I came out of the shower, Sidney took hers. When she came out of the shower, we held each other and cried. "Should we call the police? Were we drugged? Were we raped, maybe both? We didn't know. If we called the police, who would we blame? We didn't know who or even how many. All we knew was that it hurt. It may be a good thing we have no recollection. If we did, we would have killed the bastards. We decided not to report it. School was over and we would be heading home in two days. Of course I came back to Ohio and Sidney was from Indiana. "I remember Sidney saying 'Good thing we're on contraceptives.' She was but I never told her that I wasn't. It was a hard two days for us. We didn't trust any guy we talked to. Each time we would say goodbye to someone, we wondered if he might have been one of them. What should have been a couple of our happiest days turned out to be the worst because of our not knowing. "I had this job waiting for me at the clinic. As you know, my brother Barry was a doctor there already. It made me a shoe-in for the nursing position. I started working the following week. It helped me get my mind off of the rape. I call it rape, because I didn't give willingly of myself. I know myself too well to think I would have jumped into a group scene. "I missed my first period and it bothered me a little. When I missed my second one, I was scared. The only people I could talk to were my parents. I told them the whole story about the rape. We sat and cried together. Now, we had to decide what to do about the pregnancy. "I basically had three choices. Abort the pregnancy, have the baby and give it up for adoption, or have the baby and keep it. I'm a nurse and we try to save lives. I decided against abortion. That made it between giving it up for adoption or keeping it. I must have changed my mind a hundred times while I was pregnant with Sara. About the seventh month I told my parents I was going to keep the baby. She - I knew it was a girl by then - was my daughter. No matter who the son-of a-bitch was that left the sperm, she was still my daughter. "Brad, to this day, I don't regret my decision. We tell people that I got pregnant to a boyfriend in college and that he was killed in an auto accident before we got married. No one knows the true story but Mom and Dad and now you. I'll understand if you have second thoughts about me. I had to tell you the truth if we were to go any further. All I ask is you not tell anyone." ---------------------------- Needless to say, Angel had tears in her eyes when she finish telling me the story. I know I had to reply. I looked deep into her eyes and said, "Are you going out to dinner and dancing with me Saturday night?" She started crying while I reached out and held her ever so close. I put a finger under her chin and pushed up lightly till our lips met. We kissed with a subtle passion. My nerves were on end. "I love you, Angel. I love you even more now if that is possible. My dad said, 'The main things in a relationship are trust and communication.' I believe we have both of those qualities." As we were kissing, her door buzzer went off. It was her mother back with Sara. They came up and we all talked about where they had gone. Then Angel asked her mom if she would watch Sara overnight on Saturday. Her mom looked over at me and I quickly looked away. She looked back at Angel and said, "Overnight, Angel?" "Yes, Mom, overnight. We're going to the big city for some dinner and dancing." "Okay, honey, we'll take good care of Sara. Anything for my little girl." I decided it was time for me to leave. I said my goodbyes to Sara and Angel's mom and gave Angel a quick kiss and told her I would see her Saturday and if she had any questions she should call Sue. We went out on Saturday night, Sue and Bill, Angel and I. We had a fantastic dinner and then went to the lounge and had a few drinks. That is all of us but Sue. She was only a month or so from having her baby. She drank tea. As far as dancing goes, Angel and I danced every slow dance and a few fast ones. Sue and Bill danced a few slow ones. After a slow number the leader of the band asked for our attention. He said a gentleman had an announcement to make. Angel said she wondered what on earth this was about. We were standing near the stage at the time. "Excuse me for a second, Honey, I'm on." "What on earth is going on, Brad?" I went up and grabbed the microphone. "Angel, I know we haven't known each other that long. I've been in love with you since the first day we met. I love you with all my heart and soul. My dad told me I would know the right woman by the flutter of my heart. My sister told me I would know when that special woman came along. My Mom said, 'The true matches are made by God.' You told me, 'I believe in fate.' So with the help of all these sayings, and for the true love I have for you, will you marry me?" Angel was crying. My sister had her arm around Angel. The place was deadly silent waiting for Angel's answer. "Yes, Brad, I will marry you." The place exploded with applause and laughter. I jumped down off the stage and went to Angel. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ring and slipped it on her finger. The crowd cheered again as I took Angel into my arms and kissed her. We went back to our table and Sue handed Angel her phone. "Call your mom and dad and tell them. They'll probably feel a little better about you not coming home tonight." Angel called her mom and we could hear her mom scream out with joy through the phone. Angel asked to speak with Sara. "Hi, Mommy. How come grandma is crying? She said it's because she's so happy." "Sara, Uncle Brad asked me to marry him tonight and I said yes." She cheered but probably didn't know why. Then she asked a good question. "Mommy, if you marry Uncle Brad, will he be my uncle or my daddy?" I had my ear next to the phone listening to Angel talk to Sara. I took the phone from Angel. "Sara, I'll be your daddy if you let me." We heard Sara tell her grandma that Brad was going to be her daddy. She was going to have a real daddy. I couldn't help it - I started crying. I was so overcome with emotion. I handed the phone back to Angel who was crying also. She told Sara she would see her tomorrow and she could help her plan our wedding. After everything calmed down, I had Sue call our mom and dad and tell them the news. We danced a few more dances and then headed up to our room. We said goodnight to Sue and Bill who were a couple of rooms down from us. I opened the door and Angel and I walked in. Brad's Life I said to Angel. "Honey, you don't have to do this until after the wedding. I don't want to push you into anything." "Brad, I wanted this as long as you have. I'm not waiting another day. In fact, I'm not waiting another half hour." She began taking off her clothes. She stepped into the bathroom when she was down to her bra and panties. She came back out in the sexiest red lace bra and silk and lace panties that I have ever seen. To me she had the perfect body. Of course to me, everything about Angel was perfect. I told her how beautiful she looked and that she wasted her time getting dressed. She wouldn't be wearing her outfit but a few minutes. I stripped down to my shorts. I kissed her before we even got into the bed. She got into the middle of the bed and I climbed on the bed and lay next to her. "You are so beautiful and I love you so much," I said. "Be gentle with me Brad, be very gentle. I'm probably not as experienced as some of your past conquests." "Angel, you've done more for me than any woman ever has. No woman could ever make my heart flutter like you do. I'm glad you're a nurse in case I have a heart attack. In fact, right now I already need some mouth to mouth." I kissed her gently and lovingly. Her lips were so soft and inviting. She had a front clasp on her bra top. I unfastened it and lowered my head gently to her nipple. I sucked very lightly. First one nipple then the other. As her nipples were getting hard I was able to gently massage her breasts. "Oh, Brad, make love to my breasts. God, it feels so good." I was now squeezing them with a little more pressure as I began to kiss them all over, always stopping to suck harder and harder on her nipples. Angel was making noises. I told her to just let herself go and that's exactly what she was doing. I slid my hand down to her tummy and felt her inhale and I rubbed my hand in a circular motion on her belly. I continued easing my hand under her panties and rested it on her mound. At the same time I moved my mouth from her breasts to her belly and started kissing it. I was doing everything I could possibly think of for Angel's enjoyment. I was rock hard just from doing things for Angel. As I began to finger her with my hand resting on her mound she lifted up her butt and slipped off her new silk red panties. I slid my hand even farther down into her valley as she spread her legs so I could grip her valley with my whole hand. Right then Angel let loose with a giant orgasm. It seemed to last for minutes as she kept pushing her pussy and mound up against my hand. She squealed with passion as her juices coated my hand. As her orgasm subsided, I pulled my fingers out of her and slid back up the bed and began kissing her. "God, how I love you, Brad," she said. "Are you ready for more? I have something special for you." I slid off the bed and crawled between her legs. She spread them as wide as she could, figuring I was going to mount her. Instead, I put my mouth to her wet wide open valley. I quickly stuck my tongue deep into her cavern. The minute she felt it she screamed out. "Oh, God, Brad, what are you doing to me? It feels so good." I figured she might not have ever gotten off with someone doing oral to her. I normally didn't like doing it. As I said, I always worried about myself, but tonight was all for my Angel. I kept tongue fucking her. I began open mouth kissing all around her pussy. She was squirming against my face and grabbed me behind my head and held on to me and had her second orgasm. My whole face was covered in her juices. I brought a towel and was getting ready to wipe her juices off my face when she said, "Don't you dare. You were man enough to kiss me down there and I'm woman enough to kiss you afterwards." She grabbed my head and open mouth kissed me for all she was worth. Her fresh juices on both of our mouths. We were rolling all over the bed when she rolled me over on my back. She quickly went down and pulled off my shorts, leaving me with a very hard cock standing straight up. "Angel, I remembered and brought condoms." "Brad, since we met, have you had sex with anyone else?" "Hell, no, I didn't want anyone else. I was going to wait for you, no matter how long it took." "Honey, I started taking the pill a month ago. Do you want to be ridden bareback?" "Oh, God, Angel, there's nothing I would love more." "Oh, really?" she said, as she took the head of my rock hard cock and sucked on the head. "Brad, I've never done this so let me know if I do anything wrong." She continued sucking on my cock head. I could feel the warmth of her mouth and her soft lips. "Angel, I love you so much. I'm almost ready to come, so if you want to ride it you better hop on board." She lowered her pussy down over my cock head. I could have come just from watching it go in. She started out slowly and then kept building up speed. I could see her juices running down my cock every time she went up. I was there, ready to shoot my first load into the woman I loved. "Angel, I cumming." "I feel you, sweetheart, I feel your cock deep in me shooting your load. Good, oh so good. I'm coming too, sweetheart. Oh, God, oh, God, so good, it feels so good, Honey, so good." I could feel her spasms around my cock. They felt so good, squeezing all the juices out of me that my cock had to offer. When she was done with her orgasms and my cock was soft, she laid down next to me and for the first time, we actually slept together. We made love again in the middle of the night and then once in the morning before breakfast. We met Sue and Bill in the restaurant for breakfast. "Well, did you do it? Did you make love to my little brother?" my sister asked Angel. Angel turned beet red. "Sis, come on, that's kind of per..." "Yes, Sue, we made love, and we made love and we made love again." Angel was smiling. "I love him and we're never going to stop making love. We are going to make love forever." "You go, girl," Sue replied. Chapter 6 After we returned home, everyone was making plans for the wedding. We didn't want to wait. We would be married probably within the month. Two days before the wedding I got a call from Sara. "Daddy," she was already calling me daddy. 'Goldie died. Can you come over for the funeral?" "Yes, honey, I'll be right over." I knew this was nothing, but to a four year old it meant a lot. I arrived at the apartment and Angel came to the door. "Brad, we have a slight problem. I was going to flush Goldie down the toilet and Sara said she wants to have a funeral and Goldie needs to be buried." Sara came into the room with little tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry about Goldie, honey. Do you want another fish?" "No, daddy, I just want to bury Goldie. Mommy was going to throw her in the toilet." "Okay, I'll tell you what we can do. You wrap Goldie in a nice piece of cloth and we will take her to my house and bury her in my back yard. Will that be okay?" "Thank you, daddy. I knew you would know what to do." Angel and Sara, got a piece of cloth and wrapped Goldie in it and we all drove over to my house and went in the backyard and had a funeral service for Goldie. Another crisis averted. Angel came over and kissed me, "My hero," she said. I asked Sara why she didn't want another fish. She said all Goldie was able to do was swim around in circles all day. The fish would be better off in the river where there was a lot more water. Now we were able to concentrate on the wedding. We were having a really small wedding of just family and a few friends. We were getting married in a church. Sue was going to be the maid of honor, a very pregnant maid of honor. We were hoping she would make it through the wedding ceremony. The best man was Barry, Angel's brother. Of course we had a flower girl, our little Sara. Angel's dad was going to give her away. The wedding was perfect, and my Angel was the most beautiful girl a man could ask for. After the wedding we were all going out to a fancy dinner. Angel's mom and dad were paying the bill for it. The wedding went perfectly and the dinner afterwards was great. Sara was staying with Angel's mom for the week as we were going on a honeymoon. We chose a cruise. We had a wonderful time but spent most of our time in the cabin. We did come out for a few hours a day to eat and see a few shows. We had to keep up our energy for our personal night life. I did just like my dad told me. I always put Angel first, and she always put me first. I think that is the answer to the long lasting marriages. You have to love the person you marry, as Dad says, and remember the wedding vows and live by them. Communicate and put your lover ahead of everything else. When we returned home we decided to live in my house, which was now our house. We cleaned up one of the bedrooms for Sara. With Angel and Sara living there, it wasn't a house anymore; it was a home. It was great coming home every evening to a family. I legally adopted Sara, actually I did more than that. I had my name put down as the father on her birth certificate. She wasn't adopted now. She was my daughter and had a birth certificate that said so. One evening I came home and told Sara I had a surprise for her. I showed her a little puppy I got at the animal shelter. "Daddy, can I keep him, can I, can I?" "Well, Honey, it's up to mommy." Angel came into the room. "Mommy, mommy, daddy brought home a puppy. Can I keep him, huh, Mom, can I? Daddy says it's up to you." Angel gave me that look. The trying to act mad look but it doesn't work. "You got me again, didn't you, Brad." I smiled at her. "Every little girl needs a puppy," I said. "Yes, Sara, you can keep the puppy. But, you and your dad have to clean up after him." Sara looked at her mother. "I love you, Mommy." Then she looked at me. "I love you too, Daddy." I had tears in my eyes. Life doesn't get any better then this. Thank you for reading my story. Comments welcome DG Hear.