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Jill and I Ch. 01

By: deadeye_76



 This story is loosely based on a true story provided me by a Lit reader. He told me to do with the information what I wanted and to write a story about it. It's a romance and I will provide it in five parts.

Main Cast

Dennis, 25 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes.

Jill, 30 years old, 5' 7", 120 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes.

Gina, 30 years old, 5'6", 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, Jill's best friend.

Denise, 25 years old, 5'1", 105 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' friend and works with Dennis.

Mike, 27 years old, 5'10", 190 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, Denise's boyfriend.

Jeff, 33 years old, 6', 190 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' brother.

Chapter 1. Infatuation

September 16th, 2011

I had been working at Robert Trask, Inc. for about 3 years. It was my first job out of college and I liked working there. I had graduated with a degree in Computer Science in 2008 and had been hired into a junior database engineer position. They trained me to be a database administrator and then a PL/SQL Programmer, which means writing code to update data, views, and tables received and used by several databases.

I worked in a nice, but small cubicle. The cubicles were about 8 foot square, which was pretty generous in the world of saving overhead for companies. There were about 60 cubes and 10 offices on my floor and this meant that there were about 5 small projects belonging to two different divisions in my company. My company had several floors of this office building and I was on the 5th floor.

In the cube next to me was a woman named Denise. She was on the same project and we got jokes about being Dennis and Denise right next to each other and sometimes our neighbors delighted in switching our interoffice mail. Denise and I had become very good friends. She was living with her boyfriend in an apartment not far from me and I got together with them to watch sports that we both liked. I knew her and her boyfriend, Mike, pretty well. But Denise and I talked about everything. She had become my best friend even though she was a woman, which was a first for me.

One of the projects at the other end of the building had a manager, Jill, who was 30. She was fairly pretty and slim, about 5'7", with just enough curves to be attractive. I had been in a couple of meetings where the different projects shared their lessons learned and discussed ways to improve. I had come away impressed with Jill. When asked to present something she was always extremely professional, very knowledgeable, and completely prepared.

This Friday evening, we had a very large group that had gathered at a local watering hole for the "obligatory" monthly gathering and happy hour. At least all the single people felt it was an obligatory affair. If you didn't show up, drink, and have fun, you could end up the butt of several jokes over the next few weeks. Of course, that was only if someone didn't make a bigger fool of themselves at the bar. I, of course, never, ever did so -- I swear!

We were gathered around laughing and drinking, some people flirting with others when Jill showed up. She had only shown up once before that I could remember and that had been about a year before. As a manager, I think she tried to maintain a little separation from the rest of us and I had not had a chance to talk to her that previous time. We had a large gathering of tables scrambled together and the drinks were flowing. When she showed up she took the only vacant chair that was on the very end of the formed line of tables, right next to me. The later you showed up the more likely it was that you wouldn't get a place to sit and have to congregate behind people or sit on the end, kind of out of the mainstream of the merriment. I was at the end of the table near where she sat down in that last empty chair, having shown up late myself. I was on my fourth beer already and knew I would have to get something to eat before driving home.

I turned to her when she sat down and put my hand out. "Hi, I'm Dennis Watson."

She smiled and took my hand to shake it. Hers was warm. She gave me a friendly smile. "Jill -- Jill Mathewson." She looked toward the center of the table at the pitchers of beer. "Can you reach the pitchers and empty mugs?"

"Sure." I reached over and was able to get a fresh mug and a pitcher and brought it down to our end. I poured her a beer.

She took it and picked it up. "Thanks, and cheers." I reciprocated and we each took a long drink. She leaned back. "Wow! After this week, I definitely needed that."

"Tough week?"

She was taking another large drink as I asked that. She finished drinking and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to avoid doing it in a vulgar manner, but still not self conscious about it. "Oh yes." She took another quick drink and I liked the way she did it. She was not trying to be little miss manners, she was just drinking and showing that she was relaxed and having fun. "You know, we were introduced a long time ago not long after you started."

"Yeah? Do you remember that?" I wondered if she remembered me. She had made a good impression and I could remember everything about her from our first introduction, including the face that she was attractive. I remembered that she was in the middle of something very important for her team and seemed a little rushed when I was brought into her office to meet her. Her office was professional with little personal effects except for a diploma. I didn't have time to look at it because she immediately went into her spiel. She was also professional and courteous and took her time to look me in the eyes and talk to me for a couple of minutes. She didn't look at her computer, she didn't act fidgety, and she was calm and composed. Not something I saw in all the managers. She had been dressed in a woman's business suit with a nice jacket and skirt, all in grey with a peach blouse. I remember it because I saw her leave immediately after our meeting to gather her team. She had not shouted, just been very direct and courteous to them as well. She made an impression and I was reminded of it during the meetings we held. I just had never had a chance to talk to her.

"You were probably introduced to a lot of people when you were first starting, so maybe you don't remember."

"Well, ummm, I mean, yes, I remember and I know who you are." I realized that she was watching me carefully and smirking. "Okay, I admit that I remember the meeting and it's because I think you are very good at your job, you were very professional and courteous in our meeting, and well, you are also a good looking woman."

She arched her eyebrows. "You're saying that you remember me because I was professional and good at my job when we first met? Or is that last part the only reason you remember me? You noticed me for just my looks at first, didn't you?" She was grinning and I thought that she was teasing me.

"Well, you were dressed in a grey suit and peach blouse, but I mostly remember that you took the time to talk to me, not to your computer, not to the guy who brought me in, and you didn't act distracted. You were direct and nice, and I liked that."

She studied me for a minute with a small smile. "That's one of my favorite suits. I can't believe you remember that. Most people don't remember my outfits." She then studied my clothes and looks closely. I knew what she was doing and I grinned as she looked up at me and realized I was smirking. "What?"

"Are you studying me to see if I'm gay because the cliché is that a gay man would remember your clothes better than a straight man?"

Her eyes went wide and she stared at me for a second. "Oh! Sorry. I didn't mean anything and I definitely wasn't passing any judgments."

I held up my hand to stop her. "Hey, no problem. I wasn't saying you were prejudiced or biased or anything like that. I was just guessing and kidding you."

She looked at me seriously for a little while longer until she suddenly seemed to decide that that was fine. "Okay, let's have another beer." She had finished hers and held up her mug. I retrieved the nearest pitcher and refilled her glass but not mine. She looked at my mug and back up at me. "Aren't you going to join me?"

"No, I don't think so. I just finished my fifth and I think I'm going to the Indian restaurant next door to get something to eat before I drive home. I don't have anything going on tonight and I just want to relax and take my time having dinner and sobering up."

"Oh, yeah. Indian sounds good. Mind if I join you?" She blurted that out and then quickly looked up at me to see my reaction. "It's not a date or an offer or anything. I just mean getting something to eat at the same time, you know?"

I smiled at her. She was actually very cute when seeming to backtrack or apologize and this was her second in a few minutes. "Hey, not a problem. I wasn't taking it that way. Let's just go have something to eat at the same time." 

We decided to settle up with the group by dropping some cash in the middle. She made me do it first and go to the restaurant to get a table. She waited a couple of minutes and talked to some other people so that there would be no office gossip. I knew that as a manager and a woman she had to be careful of that.

When she arrived I had already made sure to order and get a mixed bread basket. I loved all the Indian breads, especially the garlic and potato filled ones. Jill came in and sat across from me. She smiled. "Sorry that took so long. I had to at least converse with some of my project folks."

"No problem. I got us some bread, but only asked for water to drink. If you want something else, we can call the waiter over."

She looked around. "Well, I didn't guzzle as much alcohol as you." She grinned as she teased me. "I think I'll have one of those large Flying Horse beers." She finally got the waiter's attention and ordered the beer. Then she looked back at me. "So -- you've been here for a few years. How do you like Trask?"

"I enjoy the work environment and my manager. There's not that much pressure. As long as we work on our assigned job and meet the estimates we provided, we seem to just perk along nicely. How is it being a manager?"

"Well, I'm still just a project manager of a small project. I want to be a Director and then a VP if I can. I like the company and want to stay and move up in it. I think it's a great company and right now I can't see myself leaving."

We continued to discuss a few people and funny incidents that had occurred and I found her to be an excellent conversationalist. I really enjoyed her company and then I realized that I was attracted to her -- as a woman. I found that she was really good at talking about work and everything, but she never said anything about herself. When I asked her about where she grew up and college, she effortlessly changed the subject by making a cool segue. I had never thought about her this way before. She had just been a near-30 year old woman who worked in the same company and that I thought was good at her job. Now I was thinking of her as a "prospect", someone to ask out on a date.

The dinner was relaxed and fun. I was trying to stay detached, but I found myself completely enthralled by this intelligent and somewhat mysterious woman. I was hoping it wouldn't show through since she was talking away about work and oblivious to my staring at her and watching her every move. I found myself memorizing the way one side of her mouth curled up higher when she was saying something she thought was funny. I smiled at the way she kept tucking the loose strand of hair on her right side back behind her ear. It would continue to come down and then she would absentmindedly tuck it back again and again. She seemed completely at ease in this environment and I was determined to learn more about her. Hell, I wanted to ask her out.

By the time dinner was over, she had finished the Flying Horse and had decided to have a post dinner cocktail. She ordered and drank it and I watched her talk. I interjected a few things, but she was on a roll and loved to talk about work and other interests. The one thing she never mentioned was herself. I found it completely endearing.

When dinner was over we split the bill and went our separate ways. I really wanted to ask her out or even see if she wanted to do something else for the rest of the night; go to a movie, a bar, have sex -- I was after all a horny 25 year old. But it was not to be and she quickly departed, leaving me to enjoy another quiet evening at home. I almost never had the energy to go out on Friday if I made an early happy hour and got a little drunk. I went home and relaxed and thought about how attracted I was to her. She was everything I always found attractive in women. She was strong, but feminine, successful, pretty, and spoke her mind, not afraid to voice her opinions. I was smitten and I knew I wanted to pursue her. The question was how.

When I saw Jill at work the next week, she acted like we still barely knew each other. I was a little put off by that, but figured she was just protecting herself.

One day, a couple of weeks later, at the small café on the first floor of our building, I just walked up and sat down next to her at lunch.

"Hello, Ms. Mathewson. May I sit down?" I asked this as I was already sitting.

Jill laughed. "Well, it doesn't seem like I can deter you from it. And why the formal greeting? Jill isn't good enough for you?"

"I've always been told to respect my elders." I smirked.

She gave me a glare, but with the hint of mischief in her eyes. "Hey, careful!"

"So -- Jill, how are you?"

"Fine. Just busy."

"I wanted to stop by and talk to you a few times after the happy hour, but you always seemed busy or were out of the office when I was there."

She looked at me closely. "I've been very busy, true, but I also don't want you coming in and spending too much time hanging around. That would just be too much fodder for the gossipmongers."

"Oh." I understood where she was coming from, but our conversation had gone so well that night in the restaurant that I was hoping she'd consider me a friend -- or more. Besides, we were not in the same division and were consenting adults. So what if we dated? Or maybe she was put off because I was younger than her. "So if I asked you to go out to dinner with me that would be too forward?" I tried to smirk and let her take it seriously or as a joke.

She watched me closely for a moment, and her face closed up, showing me no emotion whatsoever. "I think not, right now." She couldn't have looked more uncomfortable the way she squirmed, but her face was still stone. "I'm not really ready for that. Bad memories and all that."

"Oh, okay." I felt a little better thinking that she was just coming out of some kind of bad relationship and there was still hope for the future. "Maybe some time in the future."

Her face changed back to her normal one. "Maybe." The way she said it, however, it sounded like a no.

I got up and left, feeling shut down and out of place sitting with her after that. I went back to work.

September 23rd, 2011

The next week the group decided to have another happy hour. I got there late and the only chair at our congregation of tables was at the end, right next to Jill. I decided to act a little put out by her.

"Hello, Jill." I sat down.

She looked at me and gave me a wan smile. "Hello."

"Can you pass me a mug and the pitcher?"

She got the attention of the guy next to her and he passed them down. I took them and filled up my mug. I took a good strong drink and tried to look relaxed and satisfied. I looked up at one of the large TV screens that were showing something, but I was not really paying it any attention. I was trying to just gaze in the distance and see if I could catch her looking at me out of the corner of my eyes while I ignored her. She was. Finally, she leaned over and touched me on the forearm.

"Dennis?"

I turned to look at her, trying to keep a disinterested look on my face. "Yes?"

She looked down at her hands and she was fidgeting with them. Nervousness from Jill? Interesting! "I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. I knew you wanted to ask me out before you did and then when you did, I just didn't know what to say."

I spoke to her coldly and in a matter of fact voice. "You told me why. You weren't ready. That's okay. We're both adults. Maybe you just don't like me or want to date. Whatever it is, hey, it's fine. I understand." I looked back up at the TV like I wasn't interested, but she knew the cold shoulder when she got it.

She stared at me for a moment and then set her jaw. I could see her getting angry even from the corner of my eyes. Good. I wasn't in a good mood anyway.

"Dennis, this is not a good place for this. Can we go outside for a moment to talk?"

"Sure." I acted nonchalant and stood up to head outside. I went out the front door around to where the outside patio was since it was closed. One minute later Jill followed.

Jill stood in front of me and I could tell she was mad. "Look, I'm trying to apologize, okay? I avoided you and didn't want to have anything to do with you. Sorry. It's not easy being a woman and a manager where so many people are just waiting for you to fail or make a mistake. I just promised myself that I wouldn't get involved with anyone at work. It's just bad to fish in that little pond. And don't act like I took away your favorite toy just because I said no to a date." She glared at me.

I softened a little. "Okay, look, I'm sorry for the cold shoulder act. I understand what you are saying about work and everything. It's just that I thought we were friends and you wouldn't even acknowledge me as that. That made me mad. Being friends shouldn't threaten you like that."

Jill looked up at me. She spoke firmly. "I avoided you not because I didn't want to go out with you, but because I was definitely attracted to you and really did want to go out with you. You were a good listener at dinner last week and I was tempted to go out with you." I stared at her as she continued. "I can't afford any entanglements right now and you really don't know a thing about me. I need to concentrate on work."

I moved closer to her. "Jill, that's what dating is all about. I would find out more about you and get to know you while you did the same with me. I don't like the way you said entanglement either. You make that sound like a major problem. We can date without it being an 'entanglement'." I highlighted entanglement by quoting with my hands, even though I normally detested people who did that.

She looked up at me and I could see her entire body relax and her shoulders slump, like she had lost the argument. "Okay."

Huh? "Okay, what?"

"I'll go out with you."

I tried not to look too overjoyed or smug. I looked over toward the Indian restaurant. "Feel like Indian food tonight?"

She smiled meekly. "Yeah, that sounds good."

We walked over to the restaurant to have dinner. After another beer and dinner, she started perking up again and was back to her old gregarious self. She beat around the bush about her education, but finally told me that she got her degree after two years at a junior college and then a transfer to Southern Illinois University. She had graduated in 2005. That's all I got from her about that. I queried her about her family.

"What about your mother and father?"

She stared at the table, the smile running away from her face, and I could tell this was not good. "My mother died about 10 years ago." She paused.

"I'm sorry, Jill."

She looked up at me. "My father I never really knew. I grew up with just my mother." She didn't elaborate about her father.

She finally looked up at me and put on a plastic smile. "So what about your family?" She always changed the subject as soon as we got to the uncomfortable parts.


Jill and I Ch. 01



I sighed and let her get away with it. "My mother was a housewife until all the kids were in school and then drove a school bus. My father was a plumber."

"Where did you go to school?"

"Washington University."

"Good school."

"I was always good at academics."

"Your parents push you to get an education?"

"Oh, yes. It was always important to them. I remember when I was about 14 and going with my father on a couple of plumbing jobs during the summer. We were riding back one day from a small job and we were at a stoplight. He didn't look at me but he told me he was not taking me on any more jobs. I was surprised and asked why because I liked the temporary income. He said that he wanted me to do something more with my life and not be like he and his father were. I always thought plumbing was an honorable job --a decent job, but he kept talking. I want you to be more than that. I want you to have a better situation and life. Get an education and do other things. So I took that to heart and went to college to get a good degree."

"Good advice."

"Yes, it was." I watched her as she swiped some garlic Nan over her plate to gather up some of the sauce from the lamb Vindaloo we had just finished. There were no pretensions with her, even though this could be considered our first date. I felt so comfortable around her. I wasn't trying to impress her and she obviously was very relaxed and not worried about impressing me or being something she was not.

We finished dinner and I paid and we left. As we walked out to the parking lot, I stopped as soon as we got to the parking lot. "It's early. You want to catch a movie or something?"

She hesitated and I could see conflicting emotions or ideas crossing her face. She finally looked straight at me. "Yes -- or something. Follow me back to my place." She turned and walked toward her car. 

I stood there for a second trying to figure out what this meant. But I also hurried to my car to follow her home. Anything at her place had to be better than going home alone.

I followed her to her townhouse and parked in a guest spot. She waited for me at the bottom of the sidewalk entrance and then led me to the door. She unlocked it and we went inside. We entered her townhouse and I could tell that everything was very tasteful, very clean, and very, very organized. In fact, everything was in perfect order, nothing out of place or loose laying anywhere, and I wondered if she was maybe a little OCD. I also made a mental note to make sure my place was in order before she ever came over.

Jill led me back toward the kitchen and asked what I wanted to drink. I asked if she had a dark beer. She took out a Guinness and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrows. "Nice!"

"I like dark beers, too." She smirked at me as she turned her back and rummaged around in one of the cabinets. She pulled out a couple of bottles and made herself a vodka tonic. 

"Nice place -- very clean."

She had just finished stirring her drink and turned around. "Yeah, my mother was never good about keeping a clean place and I am a little obsessed with keeping things neat." 

"I understand." I said, but inside I was wondering how far that went.

"Let's go into the living room." She held out her hand and took mine to lead me in there. It was cool and moist from handling the wet glasses, but it warmed me up considerably. I was with a beautiful, already successful, mysterious woman who appeared to have taken a liking to me. I watched her ass carefully as she led me into the living room. It was moving back and forth sexily in her tight slacks. I thought I even saw her accentuate her hip movement, but that could have just been wishful thinking on my part. I still paid very close attention. When we got into the living room she guided me to the couch and I sat down. She remained standing as she put her drink on a coaster on the end table and then took my drink and did the same. She smiled at me, kicked off her flats, and then slowly crawled up onto my lap, straddling my legs and sitting on them, facing me. I stared up at her in surprise. I could feel her body heat and her thighs felt lean and strong against mine. Her face was right in front of mine and I could smell her perfume. She grinned and I squirmed, the tension in my body was ramping up quickly and my cock was already beginning to harden.

Jill leaned forward and very slowly, sensually, and lightly, kissed me. I started to put my hands around her, but she sensed that and leaned back from the kiss to be able to see and grab my arms. She held them down to the side and stared at me with a smile that went straight to my crotch.

"Not yet. Just relax and let me get started."

"Okay." What else could I say to that? I was thinking that this gorgeous woman was going to fuck me!

Jill then stood up and very slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She took her time and stared at my face while she did it. I watched her hands and then would look up at her face, alternating my gaze as she stared at me. I knew she could see my surprise, but she just kept going and I sat there staring. She then pulled it apart and I saw the nice cream colored bra she was wearing. It was purely functional, nothing lacy or racy, but it was very sexy to see her striptease. She tossed her blouse onto the couch beside me and then unbuttoned her slacks. There was a single button and then the zipper. I continued to stare as she grinned. She hesitated, her hands on the zipper, teasing me, watching my reaction. I smiled at that and she laughed.

"Mmmm. I think you like this."

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"I can see it in your eyes -- and, of course, in your pants."

I looked down and my erection was straining at my dockers.

I looked back up and she teased me some more. "Shall I continue?"

"Hell, yes!" This was nothing like the manager from work. This was a sexy, sensual woman who knew she had me enthralled and hard as a rock -- and was enjoying it!

She unzipped her slacks and did that little hip wiggle that women do to lower their pants over their hips and ass. It was sexy as hell. The pants fell and I was treated to her in her undergarments. Her panties were as functional as her bra. Nothing overtly sexy, but a guy is always completely under the spell of a woman who strips for him the first time and I knew it was absolutely the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She kicked the pants off her feet and stood there. She cocked her hip to one side and put her hands on her hips. She was thin, but still curvy. Her breasts were probably B-cup and her hips were nicely flared. She was a lean and very sexy woman. I tried not to drool.

"What do you think?" She seemed to love the teasing.

"Stunning!"

She grinned. "Good answer." And then she did it. She moved to take off her bra and I continued to sit completely immobilized by the direction this night had gone. When it came off I was treated to a pair of small, but magnificent tits, capped with dusky pink areola and tight, erect nipples. I knew what I wanted in my mouth now, and it was not that beer!

I reached for her and she stepped back and waggled a finger at me. Damn, what was with the teasing manner?

I sat back and she put her hands under the sides of her panties. "Ready?"

I swallowed hard. "Oh, yes."

She whipped down her panties quickly and stood back up. "Mmmm. I love being naked."

I grinned. "I love you being naked, too." I took in the glorious lithe body in front of me, the nipples still erect and now her trimmed and shaved pussy on display. She had left some pubic hair on it and it appeared that this was just a bikini shave or wax because of the way the fading tan lines showed around it. She obviously wore a high cut, but mostly full bikini bottom.

She stared at me hard, boring holes into my eyes, like she was taking her measure of me. "Then maybe we should get you that way, too." And then she advanced toward me like a lioness toward her prey. I was almost afraid.

Jill went to my polo shirt and ripped it up and over my head. She straddled me again and ran her hands over my chest. "Mmmm, nice. I like the smoothness of your skin. Do you moisturize or something?"

I stared at her. That's the last question you should ask a straight guy at this moment. "No."

"Mmmm, your skin is so soft." She continued to run her hands all over me. I couldn't tell if she was being complementary, trying to massage my ego, or was serious.

I finally decided to take action. I quickly wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard. She responded and moaned into my mouth. I could feel her body heat and feel her nipples poking at my chest. We kissed hotly, our tongues fencing and jousting, as our excitement continued to rise. She was grinding on my dick and it was begging for release from its cloth confines. We must have kissed and rubbed against each other for about 10 minutes. Finally, I pulled back and looked at her. "You are so fucking sexy!"

She grinned. "Then let's get your pants off big boy, because if feels like you have a serpent in there trying to get out."

I grinned. "Well, maybe not a serpent...."

She laughed and stood back up. I started to get up, too, but she pushed me back down and knelt in front of me. "Let me handle this."

She ripped off my shoes and tossed them aside. She unbuckled my belt and opened my dockers. Fortunately, dress down Friday meant easy to remove clothes. She opened my pants and put her hands over both my pants and boxers and motioned for me to lift my hips up. I did so and she pulled everything off and my erection slapped up against my stomach. I was now naked, my cock pointing straight up.

She giggled. "See, a serpent."

"Well, it's definitely a snake." I knew that my dick, having been measured at just about 7 inches by a previous girlfriend, was not going to win any awards. She had told me that it was slightly larger than average and had good girth, but a porn star cock I did not have. I always tried to make up for it by ensuring that I knew how to use it, and I was hoping that Jill was going to get to the main event soon if we were going to have sex without me erupting earlier than I wanted.

She reached out and put her hand around it. "Nice cock."

"Thanks." I groaned.

"Let's go upstairs." She stood up and put out her hand. She led me upstairs into her bedroom and I followed, unable to take my eyes off the tight, swaying ass in front of me. It really was a glorious ass. She led me to the bed. "Just lie down and enjoy." I lay down on my back and she reached into the bedside table and pulled out a condom. She ripped it open and quickly slid it onto my dick.

"Now we're ready."

She climbed up over me and centered her pussy on my cock. I thought she would need more foreplay, but she dropped herself on it, bouncing up and down several times, taking another inch each time until it was fully seated. She was already wet enough to take it in. I guess the striptease, being naked, and short make out session on the couch worked on her, too. She sat on my dick and slowly rotated her hips. I groaned and reached up to feel her tits. They were delectable and I wanted to thumb the nipples and maybe get her to lean over and let me suck them. She let me thumb them, but didn't lean over and let me suck them. I tried to sit up, but she put her hands on my chest and pushed me down. She then went from slow rotation to a rapid bouncing up and down. She was really excited now, and so was I. I grabbed her hips and helped her as she fucked me. 

"God, you are so hot!" I couldn't believe she was fucking me.

She stared down at me and then suddenly leaned over and kissed me, grinding her pubic bone against mine while she searched for the best place to rub her clit. We kissed furiously and then she came. She sat up and bucked and jerked as she came.

"Oh, fuck, so good. I'm cumming." She repeated that several times as she went through her orgasm and then eventually slowed. She climbed off and I wondered what was next. I was still hard as a rock and ready to cum.

Jill grinned at me. "And now it's your turn." She pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash. "Are you ready for the cock-sucking of your life?"

I could only nod, dumbfounded by the way she asked that, and I was not about to tell her that only three of my girlfriends had even given me blowjobs, so the cock-sucking of my life wouldn't take much effort.

Jill crawled between my legs and started licking and sucking on my balls. Then, while staring into my eyes, she ran her tongue up the side of my cock to the head and plunged her mouth over it. I groaned. She started really going after me, sucking and slurping and getting almost all of me into her mouth. I knew I wouldn't last long, considering it had been a couple of months since I got laid. She sucked on the head and it felt like there were three tongues circling it. She was so fucking good! It was definitely the cock-sucking of my life! 

I knew it was coming soon. I could feel the initial tingling. I put my hand on her head and moaned and she just grinned with my cock still in her mouth and increased her tempo. I took that to mean she wanted me to cum in her mouth, so I did. I groaned and started thrusting my hips up and she kept her hand around the bottom so I wouldn't gag her. She never let up though and I finally came what felt like quarts. I kept pumping into her mouth with each spurt and she just swallowed like it was nothing. Fuck! I don't think anyone else stands a chance of topping that blowjob.

When I finally fell back exhausted, Jill let my dick slip from her lips and smiled. "I think somebody liked that."

"Fuck! You are incredible."

"Thank you." 

Jill got out of the bed and went into her bathroom while I tried to recover. She seemed to be in there a while and when she came out she was wearing a bathrobe. She walked over, stood by the bed and leaned over and kissed me. "Thanks. I needed that." She seemed a little cooler and sheepish about the entire episode. Something had changed while she was in the bathroom.

"Mmmm. Me, too."

She straightened back up and looked at me in a way I couldn't recognize. "Okay, Dennis, I think you'd better go home now." She almost whispered it.

She was kicking me out so soon? "You don't want me to stick around? We could have round two." I gave her my best salacious grin.

"No, I just need some sleep now and I have a yoga class at 8am, so you need to go home." She was suddenly having problems looking me in the eyes.

"But it's only 11pm. We have plenty of time."

"Sorry, but I have a busy day planned. We had our fun." She gave me her best sympathetic look, but she suddenly seemed ashamed that we had had sex. I was worried that it was because we worked in the same building.

"Look, I know we took it fast there, but there's nothing wrong with that. It's fine."

She looked at me like she would a slow child. "That's not it. I just need to be alone tonight."

"Oh, okay." To say I was disappointed was the understatement of the year. 

I got up and went back downstairs to get dressed. I slowly dressed and Jill followed a couple of minutes later. Once I was dressed I went up to her to take her in my arms and tell her what a wonderful night it was, but she could see it coming so she turned and headed toward the front door. I followed and when we got there I stopped and looked down at her, hoping for more than this.

"Thanks, Jill. That was wonderful. Can I call you tomorrow?"

She looked up at me and I saw nothing remaining of the sexual dynamo, but there was something else there that I still couldn't put my finger on. "I'll be busy all weekend. Send me an email at work and we'll see about getting together again."

I stared at her. Wow! She had become completely closed off to me all of a sudden. I was shocked. An email? How condescending! Was I just a one night stand?

Jill could see it written on my face and gave me a slight, but embarrassed smile. "It was fun and exciting, Dennis, but it was just a hook-up, right? We both needed it and we took care of it, but we really don't know each other that well. Let's just let it be and see what happens." She said the words, but I was hoping that the slight wavering I heard meant that it was more than that to her. I knew it was for me.

I turned toward the door. I had never been dismissed like this in my life, so I was shocked and my ego was bruised. I tried to keep a "stiff upper lip" as the Brits say, but I don't know if I carried it off. "Okay, sure." I put on my best macho physical presence as I stepped outside and turned back towards her. "I'll send you an email and we'll see about getting together some other time."

"Sure." 

Jill closed the door and I was left standing there trying to figure out what just happened. I had never had such open and fantastic sex. I had also never been dismissed so quickly and coldly and I hope that I had never made a woman feel like that. It was terrible and left me feeling so empty. Who the fuck was this woman -- really?

 to be continued...



Jill and I Ch. 02-03



 
This story is loosely based on a true story provided me by a Lit reader. He told me to do with the information what I wanted and to write a story about it. It's a romance and I will provide it in five parts.

Main Cast
Dennis, 25 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes.
Jill, 30 years old, 5' 7", 120 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes.
Gina, 30 years old, 5'6", 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, Jill's best friend.
Denise, 25 years old, 5'1", 105 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' friend and works with Dennis.
Mike, 27 years old, 5'10", 190 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, Denise's boyfriend.
Jeff, 33 years old, 6', 190 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' brother.


Chapter 2. A Friend in Need.

September  24th, 2011

I was in a quandary about Jill. We had had a couple of nice dinners and I really enjoyed her company. Then after the second one, which was after she agreed to go out with me, she took me back to her place and we had sex. She got off really well and gave me a gold medal winning blowjob. Then she suddenly seemed to have second thoughts and made me leave. It was very odd. I was still trying to figure this woman out.

Saturday, I was invited over to Denise's place. Mike was out of town, but the Illini were on TV and she had invited some folks over to watch it. They were all grads like she was. I agreed.

When I arrived at Denise's, I found I was the only one there. The other couple had bailed and Mike was still out of town doing training for his company. She smiled and waved me to the couch. "Sorry about that. It was supposed to be a little more of a party. You think you can put up with just me?" She gave me a flirty wink.

I grinned. "Always, Denise." We teased each other sometimes, but we never took it too far. She was in love with Mike and I was not the type of person to fuck another man's woman.

"Good. There's beer in the fridge and the game starts in about 20 minutes. I have the chips and dip on the table. Grab a beer and let's watch the Illini beat up on Minnesota."

I grinned and got myself a beer. We were sitting there, in the middle of the first quarter when the phone rang. She answered it and after giving me a quick look, disappeared into the other room. Oh,well. It was probably Mike. He was out of town for his job for three weeks.

I continued to watch the game and when the second quarter started I realized it had been about 20 minutes since Denise had disappeared with the phone. I got up and got another beer, but tried not to eavesdrop or see where she was. That was her business and I figured her and Mike, who were a great couple, were being personal.

Finally, another 10 minutes later, Denise returned. The Illini had just scored a touchdown and I was about to give her the complete rundown so that she could jump for joy at this good turn of events, but as she walked into view I could see that she had been crying. She was very upset about something.

"Hey, Illinois scored." I tried to act nonchalant in case she didn't want to talk about it.

She looked over at me and started crying again. "I had a big fight with Mike. He doesn't know where things are going with us. Shit, we live together, how does that work? I think what that really means is that he already has another woman in mind to date or even fuck."

Wow! That was direct. She was still standing there, swaying and crying. I stood and went over to her. I wrapped her in my arms and just tried to comfort her. "I'm sure if you guys have a good talk when he gets back, in person, then you'll both realize that you love each other and should be together. I know he loves you."

She pushed back and looked up at me. "Then why doesn't he want to talk about marriage. We have been dating for four years and living together for two. If we don't know enough about being together now, then we never will."

I shook my head and gave her a little smile. I wanted to increase the levity a little as this was a little more serious than I wanted to get into. "Guys are allergic to that kind of talk, don't you know that?" I gave her a little poke on the arm.

She grinned and wiped at the tears on her cheeks. "Yeah, so I gathered. I always heard that, but now, seeing it in person, it's difficult to stay calm. And now he pulls this? Maybe it's better if we do it now. It just means one of us has to move and that's a pain."

"Did he say that meant dating? Did he say that meant seeing other people?"

"No, but he didn't NOT say it. I mean we are living together. I would have a coronary or go completely crazy if he even thought about bringing another woman back here while I was living here." Now she was starting to get her temper up. "That fucking moron. He's got a great woman right here who cooks, cleans, fucks his brains out, and gives him as many blowjobs as he can handle." She suddenly stopped and looked up at me, realizing what she had said, with her eyes wide.

I played it off. "He's a very lucky guy. You are a beautiful woman and a caring person. He's a fool if he doesn't see that."

She then shrugged her shoulders and her anger flared again. "Fuck him. I can find another man if that asshole wants to play around. I can walk into any place around here and with a couple of signals have guys lined up to take care of me. Let's see what he thinks about THAT!" She sat down, grabbed her beer, which was probably a little warm, and guzzled it. She got up. "You need another one?" I declined and she got one for herself. She finished it in about 2 minutes and got another one.

"So, is this the revenge drunk you are working on, or the drown-your-sorrows drunk?" I grinned, hoping she'd take it in a good manner, although I meant every word.

"Revenge." Her attempt at a smile seemed more like a grimace. She finished off the third beer and got another. She finally slowed down after that, but continued to drink as we watched the rest of the game. She was very animated from all that emotion as she yelled at the TV, the referees, the Illini when they made a mistake and anything else that she disagreed with. 

When the game was over, I got up to leave. She put her hand on my arm. "Would you stay and watch the next game, too? I don't want to be alone." 

I agreed and she smiled and gave me a hug.  I was hoping it wouldn't go any further than that. I didn't really want to get in the middle of two friends by doing anything with Denise. I was more her friend than his, but I liked the two of them and I thought they would work it out. We had always flirted, but she was my best friend and I was afraid sex would ruin that as well.

By the end of the second game, Denise was pretty well sloshed. She looked at me and grinned. She stood up and wobbled as she made her way to the hallway. "I need to lay down and get some sleep." I looked at the clock. The 3:30 game was just over so it was only 7pm. "I'd really like it if you stayed out here. I don't want to be alone."

"Sure. No problem. There's always another game on." I settled back as she went to her bedroom. I watched a movie and some more football, but I was bored out of my mind. At about 10pm I finally started to get up and leave when I heard Denise behind me.

"Leaving?"

I turned and she was standing there completely naked. Her little body was in excellent shape. She was small and tight, very tight and very fucking sexy. I just stared, unable to say anything for a second as I devoured that beautiful body with my hungry eyes. After a few seconds I got my voice back. "Uh, yeah. I figured you were okay for now."

She grinned. "I just thought that maybe you could make me feel better since Mike is blowing me off."

Fuck, this was going to be hard – just like my dick was becoming. "Denise, we can't. I like you both and don't want to be a revenge fuck on the weekend that you guys had a fight. We work together. We're best friends. Everything about it would be messy and I think you and Mike can still be together."

She pouted. "You don't find me sexy?"

Shit, she must still be drunk . "Denise, you are very sexy and I really want to join you in your bed, but I can't. It's just not my style. I like you and Mike too much."

Denise stared at me for a second and then turned and walked away. Fuck, her ass was a vision. I had to get out of there. I started putting on my shoes and got ready. She came back into view, still naked. She was crying again. "I'm not sexy enough to keep any man, am I?"

Oh, fuck. Here we go. I couldn't stand it when people started with the self-doubt and woe-is-me misery talk. I was hoping I could defuse this. I stood and walked over to her, trying to look into her eyes and not drink in her tight, naked, and fucking sexy body. Shit! I took her into my arms and hugged her, hoping the feelings I felt for her would override my bodies initial reaction to a naked woman in near proximity; namely, getting a chubby. "Denise, you are a beautiful and sexy woman. I would be lying if I said I didn't find you sexy and want to sleep with you. But we both know that we would deeply regret it tomorrow and then when you and Mike get back together it would be so awkward between us that he would know something happened."

She pulled her head back and looked up at me. She wiped at her face and sniffled. "You're right, you're right." She muttered this like she was trying to convince herself by repeating it over and over. "I'll just go back to bed and try to get some sleep. Will you stay here on the couch, just to keep me from being alone?"

I knew I should get out of there, but I agreed. "Okay. I'll stay on the couch." I kissed her on the forehead. "Now get back to bed and sleep it off. You're just drunk, you sexy thing." I said it in a joking manner and got a grin in return. 

"Okay. Thanks, Dennis." She gave me another quick hug and fortunately I was not hard. "Good night." She turned to walk away and wiggled her butt, teasing me once more on her way to her bedroom. She grinned over her shoulder.

Fuck! That was close. The last thing I needed right now was to get in the middle of this mess. She and Mike were going to have to work this out without me. I liked both of them, but I was mainly Denise's friend, so I would probably take her side. What the hell was he thinking? This woman was smart, sexy, had a good job, already took care of him as much as any wife does from what I could see, and loved him. Did he not love her at all? Was he just living with her while looking for a more permanent one?  Was he just one of those people who always took the easy way out and couldn't make a decision as long as he had it nice? Well, I thought he was an asshole! I couldn't wait to tell him either. When that son-of-a-bitch got back I was going to tell him exactly what I thought of what he was doing. 

I sat on the couch and looked at the TV. I turned it on for another hour and then finally, after another beer, got tired enough to consider sleeping. I took off my jeans because they were too restrictive to sleep in and lay down in my t-shirt and boxers. I pulled the afghan on the back of the couch over me and lay there, trying to think of the words I would use on Mike. He definitely needed to be told to shit or get off the pot. Make a permanent commitment to Denise or move on. He was playing with her right now and that was not fair – to either of them. After about 45 minutes of going over this I guess I dozed off. I don't remember anything until about 3am.

I was dreaming of Jill giving me a blowjob. It was wonderful. I was hard as a rock and she was slowly licking and lightly sucking on the head. I couldn't wait to feel her fully engulf my cock and suck me dry. She had been so good and she was doing it again. Slowly, I regained consciousness. I came awake and realized I had a fucking erection that was almost painful. Then I felt another lick. Shit! I sat up and in the light from outside through the skylights I could see the beautiful face of Denise.

"Denise, wait!" I reached for her and tried to push her away.

She smiled and lifted her head up, but she didn't relinquish the hold her right hand had on my cock. "Just lay back and relax. I know you need this since you haven't been laid in a while, and I don't mind being just a booty call for such a good friend." I was not going to tell her about Jill and last night.

She was definitely more sober and her words were not slurred. But my reservations about this had not changed. "Denise, we can't. I won't be able to look the two of you in the face after this."

"Nonsense. This is just a little sex between friends. Besides, we'll just make it oral and then we can always deny that we fucked." Shit! She had been thinking too much about this and was already rationalizing it. I was still trying to push her away, but my little head was quickly gaining control. "Now, I've been worked up for the last hour and my vibrator batteries just died. I thought about it and decided that we are good friends and we can keep this to ourselves as just a quick booty call. Right now, Mike and I are broken up as far as I am concerned. He's probably out trying to get laid right now. I hope he gets shut down and comes to his senses, but right now I need to get off and I want to suck your cock."

I threw my head back and groaned. When she said she wanted to suck my cock it destroyed all my resistance. "Okay, okay."

She grinned. "Move down a little, so I can climb aboard." I scooted down and she crawled up over me. Her beautiful shaved pussy was placed right over my face and I stared at it. She had left a little landing strip that pointed like an arrow at her slit. Her lips were thick and wet, obviously from her playing with her vibrator. Her inner lips stuck out just a little past the outer ones when excited and with the light from above I could see how nice and round her ass was from this angle. I could also smell that lovely scent of an aroused woman. It was delicious and I started my Pavlovian salivating.  Overall, it was a mind-blowing sight. Her lips touched my cock and I groaned again. She lifted her head. "Get to work there. I need some attention – badly." So I did. I pulled her down so that it would be easier for me to get to that lovely slice of heaven. I licked her slit and she moaned onto my dick.  She starting sucking me again and I concentrated on getting her off so that I wouldn't think about my dick for a while and last a bit longer. I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, my nose hitting just behind her pussy and I started licking and tonguing around inside her. I let my tongue work its way up along her slit until I was able to tickle her ass. She groaned onto my dick and I could feel her take a break to concentrate on what I was doing to her. She had obviously been worked up for a while, so I was hoping it would be quick. I worked back down to her clit and started lightly sucking on it, pulling it against the rough flat part of my tongue. She lifted her head. "Oh yeah, right there." I could feel her start to tremble and knew that she was close and had been getting worked up for a while. I sucked her clit in, held it against my tongue and started humming. That was the final straw. "Fuck yeah!" She pulled off my dick and pressed her pussy hard down against my tongue and I kept humming as she had a couple of spasms and slowly moved her hips back and forth. She was coming and I could feel a rush of wetness into her pussy, although she didn't squirt, as I had seen in some porn. She just jerked back and forth over me as I slowly relinquished my hold on her clit. She flinched at that as that little bundle of nerves had become so sensitive. Finally, when she was done, she climbed off me. "Mmmm. That was just what I needed." She leaned over and kissed me, the first time we had ever done that. "I always taste so good on a man's face." I stared at her. She was obviously more experienced at this than I was. "It was quick because I've been working up to it for an hour." She turned and looked at my now purple headed cock, throbbing and demanding attention. "Now, let's take care of this baby." 

Denise pulled on my legs and I got the idea that she wanted me to sit up, so I did. She immediately pulled my legs until I was slumped down on the couch, my ass on the edge of the cushions. She looked up at me and grinned. "Now, let me show you how an expert sucks cock." I stared at her. We had known each other for two years and were good friends, but she had never given me any indication of her sexual nature. She pushed my dick up to my stomach and started licking my balls while looking up at me. Women who do this obviously know how this turns a guy on. She then worked her way up along my dick, running her tongue all around it until she got to the head. The earlier antics and now the anticipation of this were pushing me close already. "Are you ready to cum for Denise?" Shit! What a playful sex partner. First Jill and now Denise. It was the best weekend, hell it was the best month ever for yours truly. She stroked my cock with her hand while running her tongue around the head. The visual stimuli alone were enough to push me to the edge. I started lightly thrusting my hips and she grinned. "I think you are ready." I could only groan in response. She then put her mouth over the head and licked around it. I was not going to last much longer. Denise grinned at me with my cock in her mouth and then plunged down on it, taking it all the way down to where her hand held the last inch. Fuck! This was it. I threw my head back and groaned and felt myself thrusting. I looked down and she was pulling up, looking at me as she sucked and tongued the head. I came, and came, and came. I kept spurting into her hot little mouth and she kept swallowing it all, not letting a drop come out. She waited until I flinched from the sensitivity and then pulled off my rapidly deflating cock. Shit! Two world class blowjobs in a weekend. I was beginning to think that I had been going out with the wrong women all along. 

Denise got up and plopped on the couch next to me. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She gave me an evil grin.

"Shit. That was fucking fantastic."

She giggled. "Now wasn't that worth it?"

The blood now being back in my brain suddenly reminded me of all the reasons why I thought this was a bad idea. "Yeah, but Mike...."

She interrupted me and took my face in her hands. "Look, this was just two friends who needed a break, okay? No remorse, no guilt, got it? We don't need to feel bad about this. I refuse to. In fact, if you eat pussy like that all the time, I may have to ask for a kitchen pass from Mike to come see you again." My eyes went wide at that and she punched me in the arm. "Just kidding. I'm in love with Mike and I intend to pursue that until it's over. He pushed me away tonight, so I had a best friend booty call. When he comes back, if he smartens up, we'll be back together and you and I will just have had a nice time between two good friends, okay?"

I stared at her. "I'm sorry; I've just never been so casual about sex, that's all. I guess I'm just inexperienced at this."

She grinned and leaned her head against my shoulder. "No, you are just a good guy with a conscience. Not as many of those out there as you'd think." She suddenly looked up at me a little more seriously. "Don't change at all, either. That is a very attractive trait. It's one of the reasons I think I've always been attracted to you. We've flirted and joked, but you have never tried to take it to the next level knowing that I was with Mike. So thanks for being a good friend." She smirked. "And thanks for letting me get the best of your conscience finally. I really needed that."

I smiled. "Okay, thanks." I still felt guilty.

She reached out and patted my shriveled up dick. "And thanks for being a really good friend."

I groaned. "Go to bed, you little minx."




Jill and I Ch. 02-03



She grinned and stood up. She posed in front of me. "Had enough of this sexual dynamo?"

I rolled my eyes – after giving her hot fucking body the once over. "You are such a tease."

She started walking away and I couldn't help but watch the delicious ass. "You always knew that."

I laughed. She was right. She was always teasing. "I'm going to go home."

"Okay. See you on Monday." She said it like we had just finished watching the football game and I sat there for a few seconds with my thoughts. What the fuck just happened? I just had sex with someone I considered a good friend and who had a boyfriend that she lived with. What did that make me? Was I a bad guy or a good guy? Was I to blame at all, or could I just blame it all on her taking advantage of me in a weak moment? I didn't know what to think. I didn't feel like a bad guy, but I was afraid of what was going to happen the first time I saw Mike. I finished dressing and headed for home. 

When I got home it was about 4:30am and I was not as tired as I thought I was. I read a book for a while and finally was able to sleep. I only hoped I could be as nonchalant as Denise about our night's activities.

The next week I was at our customer's location from Monday until Wednesday. On Monday I sent a note to Jill on our company email system asking for a personal email address. She sent it to me without any words or text of any kind; just the email address. I then sent a note to that email address and told her that I loved having dinner with her Friday night and tried to hint that I really loved going back to her townhouse with her. I tried to say it without really saying it, but I hoped she took it the right way. She didn't answer me. I was really confused now. What's so hard about a faceless email?

I also sent one to Denise saying that I wanted to hear about Mike's return, which was on Wednesday. She replied with "K", and nothing else.

Chapter 3. Hints of the Past

September 29th, 2011

On Thursday, I was back at our building and decided to go by Jill's office as soon as I got there. Jill was always in early. She was sitting there with her back to me, looking at something on the credenza that lined the wall behind her desk. It was covered with papers and documents, but all neatly organized, just like her house. I muttered a hello and she gave a slight jump and turned quickly.

"Oh, you startled me."

"Sorry. I just wanted to stop by and see if everything was okay between us."

"Everything's fine." She looked at me oddly. I couldn't put my finger on it.

"So – Dr. Jekyll or Miss Hyde today?"

A small smile flickered across her face, but vanished quickly. "Sorry, I'm really busy right now. Can we talk about this later?"

"Later – as in...?" I waited for her answer as I saw her considering what to do and then she looked up as I could see she had made up her mind.

"Tonight. 7pm. My place. Okay?"

"Great. I'll be there."

I left feeling somewhat better, but not really sure what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. I just knew that I was going to have a hard time getting any work done today. But I did manage to concentrate for a little while – a very little while.

Denise came in at 8:30, a little late for her, but she was smiling. She looked at me and grinned and I looked around, feeling like everyone knew that I had had sex with her while she was living with another guy.

"Good morning, Dennis." She said it a little playfully.

"Good morning, Denise." I tried to return it. "Did Mike get home yesterday?"

"Yes, he did." She smiled at me.

"And...."

She came into my cube and I could now see that she was almost ready to explode waiting to tell me something. "He came home and everything is wonderful." She slowly put out her left hand and on it was an engagement ring.

I stood up quickly, shocked at this change. "He asked you to marry him?!" 

"Yes!" She almost jumped three feet in the air and put her arms around me, giving me a big hug. Some folks in the other cubes looked up. Jennifer, from a couple of cubes away stood up and smiled, I think she heard the exchange. Denise released me and held it up, looking at it in the light. "We talked and talked on Sunday and Monday. He and I discussed everything and he said when he thought about it some more he couldn't imagine living without me. He came home and immediately went into his little spiel, telling me he was sorry about the other conversation and how the subsequent ones clarified what I mean to him, how he loved me, and then he asked me to marry him. He did it within 10 minutes of coming home. I didn't know what was going to happen when he got home. Whew, what a surprise!"

By now Jennifer was there. "You're engaged?" Her glee was obvious.

"Yes!" Denise held out her hand to display the ring. They then hugged and started bouncing. 

Soon there were several other folks around. The guys just said congratulations, but the women wanted to know all about it. What is it about the different sexes and the way they are raised that leads to this? I just watched, not knowing how it all came to this.

I pulled in front of Jill's house at 6:55pm and waited for a couple of minutes. Her car was there, but I wanted to be there precisely at 7. Finally, I got out of my car and went to ring the doorbell. Before I could ring the bell, the door was opened. Jill was standing there still in her work clothes looking at me with something between humor and distaste. For the life of me I couldn't tell why.

She let me stand there for a few seconds and then muttered a come in.

I entered and looked around. The place was as immaculate as my first visit. I waited just inside the door for her to indicate where we were going. She led me back into the kitchen. The elephant in the room followed us.

"Would you like a Guinness?"

"Sure."

She got a beer out, opened it, and handed it to me. She turned and picked up her wine glass. She took a long drink and then peered at me over it. "So what is it you wanted to discuss?" She wanted to get right to the point, but she wanted me to start. 

I looked into those icy blue eyes and saw what I thought was a challenge. "C'mon, Jill, you know what this is about. You said you would go out with me and we had dinner. Then we came back here and we had what was probably the best sex I've ever had, then you throw me out like you are having second thoughts. I just want to know what to expect and if you will go out with me again. I can't get my head around who you are, but I'm intrigued and want to. If you want to have nothing to do with me, then say so now. I don't need to expend a bunch of energy on something that's going nowhere." I had probably never considered that I would be that open and honest, but it just gushed out of me like a geyser.

Jill looked down at the floor and then up at me. Her gaze had softened. "Dennis. I want to go out with you and I don't want us to have to hide. It's just that I have had reservations about doing something like this for a while now." 

She hesitated and I stepped in. "So then go out with me."

She continued to look at me closely. "You don't really know anything about me or my past. You may not want to know." She looked down as she said that last sentence quietly.

I stepped closer to her and lifted her chin with my hand. "I want to know. Tell me, please. Tell me all about who you are and how you got here to this moment." 

She pulled me down to her and kissed me hard. We were both very tense but trying to relax. As we kissed, she melded her body to mine and I held her close. We kissed, our tongues fencing, for about 2 minutes. Then she came up for air. I could see the apprehension in her eyes.

"I want to tell you the truth, but we'll have to go slow."

I stared into her eyes; they were studying me, questioning me, and seeing if there was any hesitation on my part to this request. "Agreed."

Jill extracted herself from my clutches, turned on her heel, and pulled my hand to follow her up to her bedroom. When we got there, she sat on the bed and looked up at me where I was still standing looking at her. "Can we have sex first?" She gave me an evil grin.

I smiled. Surely she knew that a man would never say no to that so I responded playfully. "You know I'm easy, so yes, we can." I held back for a second and then voiced my concern. "But then we have to talk." I felt that she was using her body to get what she wanted, but I was too horny and had begun to like her too much to really resist for long.

She stood and started undressing. "C'mon, get undressed and into bed."

I undressed quickly and we crawled into her bed at the same time. This time she went first and I realized I had never had enough light to see her from the rear. When I took time to tear my eyes away from her glorious ass, I noticed some scarring just above it. I wasn't that familiar with it, but it looked like a tattoo removal mark so I asked as we lay down. "Did you used to have a tattoo on your lower back?"

She turned to me. "Yes." She didn't elaborate.

"But you had it removed."

"Yes." Again a one word answer.

"Is this something you can tell me about?"

"Maybe later." She reached down and grabbed my already chubby dick and again she managed to avoid the subject for the immediate time period.

She turned and kissed me. I kissed her back, reveling in the sensation I got from it. I pushed her onto her back this time and started feeling her breasts, thumbing the nipples. We kissed and kissed and we felt each other up. She was moaning and squirming and I pressed my hand up against her sex. She was very wet by now. She definitely appeared to have a quick fuse. I pressed down between her lips and ran my fingers up over her clit. She broke our kiss, threw her head back and groaned. I decided we were both ready enough. I climbed up over her into the standard missionary position and she let me get settled between her legs. I kissed her and bent over and sucked on her nipples. They were delicious and sensitive. I then made it known that I wanted to penetrate her and she reached down and guided me into position. I thrust forward and parted her lips, my dick as hard as it could get. I bottomed out and just stayed there motionless for a few seconds. The feeling of having my dick buried in her furnace of a cunt was amazing. I enjoyed it for a few seconds and then started thrusting. I hunched my hips back and forth and she did, too. I stared down at her, looking into her eyes.  I was slowly and steadily pushing in and out of her as she stared back. We were both watching the other; seeing our nostrils flare, our faces redden and our mouths gape as we each gasped at the sensations. I leaned over and started kissing her as I plunged in and out. She humped against me and we kept kissing. It was only a few minutes later when she pulled back from the kiss and started moaning.

"I'm going to cum!" 

I made a few deep thrusts and buried my face into her neck, licking and sucking on it. She exploded. She groaned and thrust hard up against me, trying to make it last and I tried to help. I kept up my slow pace as she gasped for air. Finally, she was done, but I was close. I brought my head back up and looked into her eyes. I whispered to her, "I'm cumming now."

I kept it tortuously slow and my orgasm balanced on the edge of the cliff, it stayed there as I slowly made love to this magical woman. She watched the emotions play over my face. I finally fell off that cliff and buried my dick in her pussy and my face into her neck and I twitched and pumped her full of cum. It was at that exact moment that I realized I had not used a condom. 

I lay there on top of her for a few moments before lifting myself up. When I did, she was looking at me strangely. I kissed her lightly. "You are wonderful."

She pushed me up a little and I could tell she was uncomfortable. I pulled out and rolled over next to her. She turned on her side away from me. "Spoon me, please."

I turned and spooned up behind her, my sloppy dick coming to rest between her ass cheeks. "I'm a little messy."

"I don't care." She was almost starting to cry. 

I lifted myself up on my elbow and turned her face toward mine with the other hand. "What's wrong?"

She smiled slightly. "Just hold me." I did. I heard her whisper. "Nobody has ever made love to me and looked at me like you just did."

I thought about that. "Really?"

"Really. You looked at me and held me and made love to me. I think I've only ever fucked before. Never have I felt so cared for."

"I can't explain it. I've had longer relationships, but never have I felt as close to anyone as I do to you right now." I then voice my concern. "Jill, we didn't use a condom."

"That's okay. I'm on the pill and I knew we were taking a chance. I haven't fucked anyone but you in so long it's ridiculous and I trust you to tell me if you need to protect me from something." She turned her face toward me. "Right?"

"Absolutely."

She pulled my arm that was over her in tight, pulling me close. She whispered so that I could barely hear her. "Promise me you won't think bad of me."

"About what?" Now she was scaring me.

"My past."

"I promise." 

She turned her head toward mine. "I want you to promise that you will hear me out and understand about my past. No matter what, okay?"

"I promise that I will pay attention and listen to the most intriguing and beautiful woman I know and I will try to understand about your past." I reiterated what she said and tried to make her understand that I was willing to listen with an open mind, but I was wondering what the hell this was about and how bad it was.

"Thank you."

She seemed to relax a little and we lay there not talking for a while. I was really becoming concerned about her past now that she had made it so dramatic. What the fuck was in her past that had her so scared? Was I going to be able to uphold that promise? Had she been a drug addict, robbed banks, been a prostitute? What the hell had this strong, beautiful woman acting so scared and vulnerable? I was going to have to wait for her to tell me, but the vulnerability and desire for me to hold her was making me more attracted to her.



Jill and I Ch. 04-05



 
This story is loosely based on a true story provided me by a Lit reader. He told me to do with the information what I wanted and to write a story about it. It's a romance and I will provide it in five parts.

Main Cast
Dennis, 25 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes.
Jill, 30 years old, 5' 7", 120 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes.
Gina, 30 years old, 5'6", 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, Jill's best friend.
Denise, 25 years old, 5'1", 105 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' friend and works with Dennis.
Mike, 27 years old, 5'10", 190 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, Denise's boyfriend.
Jeff, 33 years old, 6', 190 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' brother.


Previously:


She pulled my arm that was over her in tight, pulling me close. She whispered so that I could barely hear her. "Promise me you won't think bad of me."

"About what?" Now she was scaring me.

"My past."

"I promise." 

She turned her head toward mine. "I want you to promise that you will hear me out and understand about my past. No matter what, okay?"

"I promise that I will pay attention and listen to the most intriguing and beautiful woman I know and I will try to understand about your past." I reiterated what she said and tried to make her understand that I was willing to listen with an open mind, but I was wondering what the hell this was about and how bad it was.

"Thank you."

She seemed to relax a little and we lay there not talking for a while. I was really becoming concerned about her past now that she had made it so dramatic. What the fuck was in her past that had her so scared? Was I going to be able to uphold that promise? Had she been a drug addict, robbed banks, been a prostitute? What the hell had this strong, beautiful woman acting so scared and vulnerable? I was going to have to wait for her to tell me, but the vulnerability and desire for me to hold her was making me more attracted to her.

Present.

Chapter 4. Things Look Good.

September 30th, 2011

I slept well and only woke up when Jill tried to crawl out from under my arm from where I was still spooned up against her with my arm over her. She stood up and I slowly opened my eyes.  She didn't notice and I watched her in the morning light as she walked into the bathroom naked. She was a vision. What the hell was it that drew me to her so much? I had been with beautiful women before and my last girlfriend was known to be gorgeous. But this woman had something that completely intrigued me. Maybe it was all the suspense about her past and what she was holding back. Maybe it was the way she protected it and seemed so sure I was going to think badly of her and walk away. It made her seem vulnerable, almost childlike, and made me wonder if I was just trying to be protective of her. Or maybe sometimes, things actually happen like they describe in literature and sappy movies and love at first sight actually exists. Whatever it was, I was happy lying there in her bed.

I must have dozed off because suddenly I heard her walk back into the room and she had just gotten out of the shower, a towel on her head and her robe on. She saw me looking and grinned. I caught a good glimpse of her naked form under the robe and I wanted to see more.

"Sorry if I woke you." She was at least civil this morning. Certainly better than the last time when she threw me out right after we had sex.

"No problem. What time is it?"

"It's 6:30. What time do you normally get up for work? Don't forget that it's Friday."

"Oh, yeah. Something was keeping all the blood from my brain last night and this morning, so I forgot." I gave her a teasing grin. "I usually get up about this time. I try to get there by 7:30."

She was smiling and seemed more relaxed than she had in a while. "Okay. Do you have time for breakfast?"

"I think I can stay for breakfast and be a little late this morning."

"Good." She flashed me her ass as she walked out the door. "I make a mean omelet."

I grinned as I got up and yelled after her. "Is that all that's on the menu?" A side of thighs might be good this morning!

I didn't hear an answer and followed her downstairs, putting only my pants on.

When I got there she was rummaging around in the refrigerator and was ready to give me her answer. "Yes, that's all that's on the menu. I have to be at work in an hour. Help me chop some things up and let's get this going."

I demonstrated my prowess with a large knife, not knowing if she found it impressive or not, but I managed to chop up some onions, green and red peppers, and some ham without adding any fingers or blood and we made a quick omelet. She added some shredded cheese and it turned out to be awesome.  We ate it pretty fast and both added some Tabasco. After breakfast she looked at me. "Can you clean up the dishes so that I can get out of here? I have an early meeting."

I grinned. "Sure. I guess it's the maid's day off?"

She chuckled. "Yeah, I gave my staff the day off so that they wouldn't be frightened by the oddball in my bed last night." She walked over to me and kissed me lightly, but hugged me tightly.

I grinned as she came over, but during the hug I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I promise." 

She knew what I meant and she hugged me tighter for a second and then pulled back. I could see her searching my face for something and then she smiled. "Okay, got to go. Let yourself out and we'll see you at work – lover." She added that last word over her shoulder as she headed toward the stairs and I loved the way she said it. 

I smiled and was very pleased with myself as I rinsed off the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. It was probably the only time I smiled and felt good when I was doing dishes. I went back up to her bedroom and she was in the bathroom putting on her eye makeup. She was leaning over the vanity looking into a small, round mirror that seemed to provide magnification for seeing your face up close when putting on the day's war paint. I watched a little, staring first at her glorious ass, highlighted by the way her tight, silky looking panties stretched over it. I took in her legs, then her small waist and finally up over her bra covered chest in the mirror. I lingered some more over the spot where the tattoo had been removed. I wondered about that and what it all meant. We generally called them "tramp stamps", but I knew all kinds of women now had them. She finally caught me looking.

"Hey, no fair looking when I don't know you're around. That's peeping." She said it playfully, so I knew she wasn't really mad.

"You are a vision in bra and panties. I couldn't help myself."

She smiled. "Get home and get ready for work you slacker."

"Slacker? Me? Watching you definitely reduces the 'slack' in my pants."

She grinned. "Wow, maybe you should be a stand-up comedian – NOT. Now get out of here. I'll be self conscious if you stand there and watch and I won't be able to put my eye makeup on right. Get!"

Ah, there was the strong woman I remembered. "Okay, gotta run." I scampered back into her bedroom, put on my shoes and shirt and rushed back to my apartment. I got showered and dressed in about 15 minutes, but still didn't get to work until almost 8. That was late for me.

I had only been sitting there for about 20 minutes and had just finished saying good morning to Denise when Jill came into my cube. She was dressed down for Friday and was wearing a very tight pair of jeans and a blouse with the company logo on it. She reached into her purse and pulled out my wallet. She glanced around, checking to see if anybody was around, but Denise was the only one besides me who had come in for work yet and she had just left to get some coffee. Jill leaned over and whispered. "You must have dropped this out of your pants last night. I found it slightly kicked under my bed when I went to get my shoes." She pressed my wallet in to my hand. Shit! I thought I just left it on my own nightstand when I couldn't find it at work. 

I took my wallet and as she turned, Denise was standing there in her cube, stirring her coffee. Jill glanced at her and I saw some non-verbal exchange occur based on what I saw on Denise's face. She had a questioning look, then it went to a kind of understanding, and finally a grin as Jill made some motion that I couldn't see. Jill turned to me, grinning as well, and then left. I looked over at Denise.

Denise was still grinning and looked around. She came over to my cube. She held up her fist, looking for what I figured was a fist bump. I bumped it and her smile became almost wolfish. "Way to go, maestro."

"What?" I tried to act innocent toward what she was implying but she seemed to know just from that exchange.

She leaned over so that nobody could hear her, although most of the other cubes were empty. "Well, I was trying to figure out what was going on, but when Jill turned and saw me and you were sitting there with your wallet in your hand, I knew something was up. Then Jill winked at me and made a motion like to be quiet. It was obvious then that you two hooked up." I must have been blushing a little, because she leaned over further. "You're cute when you blush."

"Denise, please, don't...." 

She put her finger on my lips. "Mum's the word, loverboy. You know I can keep a secret." 

I stared into her eyes as she winked and smiled. Man, what a morning!

I dove into work on some new packages and procedures for our databases and was trying to concentrate, but in my head I could see images of Jill. There was the way she looked when she came into my cube with that little grin; there was that view I had this morning of her bending over the vanity, her panties stretched tight over that beautiful ass; there was the vision I had of her preparing breakfast in her short robe, glimpses of her ass coming into view when she swiveled too fast; and finally, there was last night. I could still see the emotions playing across her face as we made love. She was right, that was not just fucking. We were really into each other at that moment and were mentally in tune. It was definitely making love. 

I did manage to make it through the day and was preparing to go home when I got an email. It was typical Jill, terse and succinct. "My house, 7pm, bring weekend bag." My heart leapt and my dick twitched. Holy shit! She had let Denise know that we had had sex and now wanted me to spend the weekend. Things were looking up. 

I managed to make it through the rest of the day and prepared to get to Jill's townhouse. I packed a bag quickly with two changes of clothes, one fairly nice, and just enough toiletries for a couple of days and then made my way over there. When I rang the bell, Jill answered and beckoned me to enter. She was still in her work clothes. As soon as I got into the living room and set my bag down she jumped into my arms and gave me a big kiss. I was a little surprised, but did not utter a protest.

She finally relented and put her feet down and backed up from me. "I'm glad you could come."

I grinned at her. "Did I have a choice?"

"Well, you always have a choice."

I put my chin in my hand and tapped on the side of my cheek like I was thinking hard. "Let me see... gorgeous woman... great sex... tremendous blowjobs... free breakfasts... hmmmm... I think it took me like 10 nanoseconds to make up my mind."

She chuckled at that and moved close, looking up into my eyes. "Tremendous blowjobs?" 

I hunted for more adjectives. "Stupendous? Unbelievable? Earth-shattering? Mind-boggling?"

She started laughing. "Okay, okay, I get the picture. You like my mouth."

I shook my head back and forth indicating no and put my arms around her waist, pulling her in close. "No, Jill, I fucking love your mouth."

"You mean you love fucking my mouth."

Damn! When she wanted to this woman could talk dirty. "Well, now that you mention it, either way sounds good to me." She just kept smiling so I released her. "So what's on the agenda for the weekend? It's supposed to rain most of this weekend since fall is finally arriving. Anything special on your mind?"

She grinned. "Yes. I was thinking that we'd order in a lot and see what we could find to do inside? What do you think?"

"Are you sure you're not part guy? I know I've seen you naked, but that statement sure sounded like something a guy would say."

She laughed and took my hand. "C'mon. Let's work up an appetite while I show you again that I'm not a guy."

Oh, yes. This was going to work out great.

Jill led me into her bedroom. She led me over to the bed, pushed me down on it, stood in front of me and stripped. She didn't waste any time or draw it out to stimulate me. She just took off her clothes and threw them over the small chair she had against the wall. She was naked in about 5 seconds and I just sat there and watched. When she was done she looked at me and grinned. "Now, let's get you naked, too." And she did. She pulled me up and quickly removed all my clothes. When I was also naked, my dick already starting to show signs of an erection, Jill moved around me and lay back on the bed. "I think you owe me some oral attention, don't you?"

Wow! What a horny girl! Was she always like this? Did I suddenly awaken something in her? Did I bring it out? Whatever it was, I was having sex and the most beautiful sight in the world to a man's libido was there in front of me, live and in person.  A naked woman was laying there, resting back on her elbows, her beautiful face smiling and challenging me, her breasts so perfect, her legs spread and showing me her gorgeous, wet, and now completely shaved pussy. "I certainly do owe you a little something." I crawled up over her and kissed her first, it was soft and wet, but deepened as we could feel each other's body heat and my dick made contact with her thigh. I then started moving down, kissing and sucking on her neck, eliciting soft moans from her. I moved to her breasts and licked around the nipples until finally nipping lightly at them and sucking on them. The moans got louder. Jill was now lying flat, allowing me to explore her. I continued to do so, kissing my way past her belly button, which got a little giggle out of her as it apparently tickled her to have that done. I finally settled on my belly between her legs. I kissed her left thigh and up over her pubic mound to her right one. I kissed and sucked on the right thigh and I could feel her impatience as she reached down to grab my head. I stared at the delicious treat she was offering and I dove in. I licked from the bottom to the top of her slit, dragging my tongue slowly over where her clit was hiding. I ate her slowly and enjoyed every second. She finally gave indications that she was getting close so I concentrated on her clit with the flat of my tongue, I rubbed her g-spot with my fingers, and I hummed. When she came, she thrashed under me, jerking and twitching until she finally let go of my head and relaxed her legs. She flopped back and I stopped.

I crawled up next to her and kissed her on the mouth. She opened her eyes. "Honey, you can do that any time you like."

"Thanks. I plan on making it part of my regular workout routine."

She chuckled. "I could really get used to that. You are pretty damn good with that tongue. And the humming – well, I gotta tell you that that was fantastic." About that time her stomach growled. "I think we need to eat now." She looked down at my hard, throbbing cock. "Can you manage to hang on until we have some pizza?"

I smiled and gave her a peck. "Sure. But if we are ordering, we have a little time."

She shook her head and gave me a line that I think I heard in a movie. "Men! Always acting on behalf of their penis."

I frowned and ribbed her. "Look who's talking? The only thing we've ever really done together is have sex. I've never come to your townhouse without us having sex within about 10 minutes. You make most of us 'guys' look slow."

I think she actually blushed at that. "Anyway, let's order some pizza." Nice change of subject, Jill!

She rolled off the bed and put on a big fluffy robe. I noticed that it wasn't the short one she wore last week when we were making breakfast.

When the pizza arrived, we ate in front of the TV, once again naked, watching an old movie. I looked over at her a few times when she was engrossed in the movie and she looked so beautiful sitting there, focused on the movie, the lighting from the images on the screen playing over her nude form. I didn't want this to end and I was finding myself more and more drawn to her. When the movie ended, I decided it was time for some answers.

I pushed her forward and crawled behind her and sat. I pulled her back against me and held her there, enjoying the closeness and the light smell of her perfume. "Please tell me more about yourself, Jill."

She hesitated slightly, her body stiffening for a few seconds. Then she relaxed against me again and told me a few things.

"I was born in Kansas City. My mother was named Jean Reilly and my father was Jack Mathewson. We lived in a small one-story house until I was four. That's when my father was killed in a car accident. My mother couldn't keep up with the house payments so we moved into a trailer park. I hated it. My mother worked at a small restaurant bartending some nights and waitressing otherwise. She would bring her dates home some times and I didn't like it because they never seemed to measure up to my father. When I was 10, she remarried a guy who was a truck driver and we lived relatively peaceably for about 4 years. Then one day he disappeared and my mother said he ran off with a young single woman with no children. I didn't know for sure. When I was 16, she brought home another guy to live with us, but he spent too much time watching me, so when my girlfriend Gina offered me her basement to stay in and finish high school, I jumped at the chance. I started working in the evenings at a Wendy's and finished school when I was 18. I worked odd jobs until I decided that I was smarter than that and wanted to go to school. I went to a small junior college in Kansas City and then when I saved up enough money and could afford it, I moved to Illinois and attended SIU in Edwardsville. After graduation I got a job here and I've been here for 6 years now. I was promoted to the project manager of my small project about 3 months before you arrived. So, that's it."

It was a little bit sad, but I wanted to know more. "Your father is buried out in Kansas City?"

"Yes. It's on the south side of Kansas City, Missouri. I buried my mother there, too."

"Oh. You didn't tell me about that. How did that happen?"

She sat there quietly for a few minutes. Then she snuggled into me and I could feel that she wanted to be held. "She got AIDS."

I sat there, trying to take that in. I had never known anyone with AIDS. "How?"

"After I left, I would see her partying at the place next to where she worked. I think she started hooking and got it from a john. She only had it a short while and it ate her up quickly."

I thought about that for a few minutes. It was a heart-breaking story and I held her tighter and tried to provide some comfort. I pulled her face to mine and there were tears slowly moving down her face. I pulled her around and kissed them away, trying to ease the pain. I felt so strongly about her just then, that I didn't want to let her go. She then buried her face in my neck and let out a few muffled sobs. My life was very pedestrian in comparison.

I pulled her face up and took it in my hands. I wiped the tears up with my thumbs and gave her a quick kiss. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, it's not your fault and it was a long time ago. I just don't tell anyone."

"Anyone?"

She stared right into my eyes. "I haven't told anyone in the 6 years since I've been at this job. I also haven't had a relationship in those 6 years."




Jill and I Ch. 04-05



"None? Not at all?"

She shook her head. "I just couldn't get involved. I was young and hungry and I concentrated on my work. I don't know what it is about you, but you made me feel like a human being. Thanks." She again buried her face in my neck and I held her close for a long time, watching – but not watching as the TV played in the background.

When she finally got up and blew her nose, she smiled. "There, satisfied?"

"Yes. That also explains why you are the horniest girl I ever met. 6 years?" I wanted to get away from the morose mood that had settled over us.

She grinned. "It does? Why is it that men can have a high sex drive and want it all the time, but women can't?"

"I didn't say that. I would never say that. I'm just wondering how you went 6 years without sex."

"Well, I didn't say I went without. I just used substitutes."

I grinned. "Really? Well, what I'm actually wondering is how I'm going to keep up with you."

She grinned again. "I'm sure you'll manage."

"I'll certainly try."

"Actually, it's good that you are younger than me. That puts us closer to our primes at the same time."

"How old are you, Jill?"

"I'm 30. I'll be 31 in January. What about you?"

"I'm 25, I'll be 26 in January."

"Wow! I'm 5 years older than you! My very first younger man." She smirked at me.

I grinned. "My first older woman. You're corrupting me, you know."

"Good. I want to corrupt you. I want to teach you how to satisfy only me!"

I chuckled and pulled her back in close. "Does that make you a cougar?"

She pulled back and stood up. "I don't know the strict definition, but I want to feel like one." She dropped onto all fours and growled like a big cat. Then she looked up at me and spoke dramatically. "I'm going to devour you."

"What a way to go!" She laughed and crawled up onto my lap. I patted her head. "Good kitty."

She looked up into my eyes. "My kitty is a little lower and it needs some attention." I kissed her and then gave her kitty some oral attention. It was a good night.

Chapter 5. The Past Haunts Us.

Three months later, December 22nd, 2011

My relationship with Jill had finally what I would call stabilized by this point. We were practically living together with me spending most of my time at her townhouse. By stabilized, I mean that we were not sexually assaulting each other every time we were alone together. We actually did other things together. We were much more relaxed around each other. We went out to dinner, bars, and a couple of plays. She delighted in running around her townhouse naked and I loved watching her. Our sex life was still exciting and plentiful, but we were comfortable together and I felt like I could tell her anything. We were actually becoming "a couple" in the eyes of our fellow workers. Once Jill let it be known and everyone seemed fine with it, she relaxed and thought nothing of coming over to see me and leaving me with a big kiss. Denise always teased me about it.

We were on our way to my parent's home in southern Illinois. They didn't live that far away, only about 2 hours from St. Louis, but we had been busy at work and so wrapped up in ourselves that we had never made the short trip there. I had mentioned it a couple of times, but she was a little reticent until now to "meet the parents".  She finally relented since I wouldn't let her be alone on Christmas.

My parents were fairly conservative, quiet types. They had grown up during the 60s, but were never into any of the wild things that I heard about from other kids I grew up with. They were just relaxed, Midwestern folks. They didn't pass judgment on any of their friends who had done the wild things that people in that era were known to do, it just wasn't their style. I guess I was a little like them. I was not into drugs and acting wild and crazy. It was not my style either. Getting drunk was about the worst thing I ever did. While I felt I was more open-minded than they were, I had never heard them issue a racial, sexist, or religious slur. They felt that everyone was equal, entitled to the same opportunities to get ahead in the world, and that everyone could get along. 

We got there at about 4pm on Friday. My parents came out and greeted us warmly. I think Jill was a little reticent about meeting them until my mother wrapped her into a big hug and welcomed her. She seemed to relax after that and we enjoyed some wine and beer while waiting for my older brother, Jeff. He was 8 years older than I was and lived in Chicago now. He had lived in Wichita, Kansas City, St. Louis, and now Chicago. He was never content to stay in any one place too long and my parents jokingly referred to him as their professional hobo.

Finally, when Jeff called and said he was about 30 minutes out, my mother took Jill into the kitchen so they could talk while she put the dinner she had already prepared into the oven and got it ready. She had pre-cooked lasagna, but never reheated it in the microwave. That would get you a stern rebuke and lecture about how to treat her home cooking. It was a rule in our house to never, ever question my mother in her kitchen.

My father and I were watching ESPN cover some of the upcoming bowl games when he brought up Jill.

"She's very nice, Dennis. She works at the same company?"

"Yeah. She's a project manager of one of the small projects in one of the other divisions."

"She's also very pretty. You have very good taste, just like your father." He grinned and said the second part loudly as he noticed that my mother and Jill were coming back into the room.

My mother looked at the two of us and then directly at father. "He has good taste like you in what?"

My father grinned at her. "Women!"

My mother looked at Jill and rolled her eyes. "Men always like to think that it's they who do the choosing." Jill laughed and my dad made a face at my mother. "We'll just let them continue to think that."

Jill laughed and came over to me and sat on my lap. "Well, in this case, it was your son who singled me out and made me realize that I was lonely and over-worked. So, in this case, your husband is right."

I smiled and puffed my chest out; happy that my girl was sticking up for me and so I hammed it up a little. My mother continued to roll her eyes. "Oh, dear, there you go pumping up a man's ego. That's always dangerous."

"Hey!" My father reached over and smacked my mother lightly on the ass. She stuck her tongue out at him and went back into the kitchen.  I was used to the playfulness that they always exhibited and I could see Jill warming to them. I whispered in Jill's ear that that's not the only thing on me that she pumped up. She just smiled, winked at me, and wiggled her ass on my lap.

Finally, Jeff arrived and everyone went out to meet him. He got out and gave Mom a big hug, gave Dad a handshake and half hug, gave me a half hug, and then turned to Jill. I could see them looking at each other for a second, seeing who was who, and then Jeff smiled put out his hand and introduced himself.  

"I'm Jeff. You must be Jill, the woman who has turned my brother into a romantic fool."

She laughed and looked at me. "He was already that way; I just took advantage of it."

Everyone else laughed while I put on my best scowl and we all went into the house. We sat and ate dinner while Jeff told us about his latest adventures. He was in construction and was the manager of a project to build a 3 story office building in a strip mall outside of Chicago. He was a natural entertainer and could always spin a yarn about some funny event at work or with his friends. We all enjoyed his stories and before we knew it, it was after 11pm. Everyone said good-night and went to our rooms. When I got to my old room, I looked in and saw Jill's luggage there. I grinned. 

Jill shrugged. "Your mother and father did that. I guess they are realistic about our relationship."

"Yeah, sometimes they are a little too forthright. While I would call them conservative, they are also realistic and open about their physical relationship. They used to embarrass me about this kind of stuff." Jill just stood there quietly for a few seconds. I looked at her and she looked very sad. "Jill, are you okay?"

She turned and hugged me tightly. "At least you have parents."

I got it then and I held her tight for a few minutes. We put our things in the closet, got ready for bed, and crawled into it. I was horny, but wasn't going to do anything because I was unsure about what Jill would think. After all, we were in my old bedroom in my parent's house. She reached for me and found my rapidly inflating dick. I turned to her. "Okay, if you want to have sex, we can, but you'd better be very quiet."

"I'm always quiet."

I poked her. "Like hell!"

She giggled and we had quiet, slow, wonderful sex. At least I thought it was quiet.

December 23rd, 2011

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself alone. Jill had already risen and I could hear noises coming from downstairs, probably the kitchen. I got up and put on some pajamas. I had brought some, but I never got a chance to put them on last night. It was too thrilling to sleep naked with my naked girlfriend in my childhood bedroom with my parents a few rooms away. Maybe that's why I was so horny last night; the taboo nature had turned me on.

When I got close to the kitchen I heard voices, but they were being whispered. Unfortunately for the whisperers, all the hard surfaces and the acoustics of the room meant that I could still make out every word. It was my brother and Jill. I wanted to just walk in, but something told me to stop and listen while at the same time I became extremely worried.

My brother was speaking. "You have to tell him. I want you to tell him before you leave to go back to St. Louis." Tell me what?

"I know."

"I'm not kidding. This is something you have to tell him." We've been together for three months and she's afraid to tell me something that Jeff knows?

"I know. I just wasn't ready yet."

"I can tell he's smitten with you, but if go any further in this relationship without telling him, he might not ever forgive you. If you really do love him, you have to tell him." What the hell was it? Did my brother and Jill have a past? She came from Kansas City, but that was a long time ago. Was my brother there at the same time? It seems like he was because he knew something about her that she was afraid to tell me. I just hoped that it wasn't that the two of them had hooked up. I don't think I could take that.

There was silence for a few seconds then Jill spoke the words that neither of us had spoken to each other, but had danced around. "I do love him." And I was pretty sure that I loved her, even though it was new to me. What the hell was this problem and what was I going to do? 

I snuck back up to the top of the stairs and then called down. "Jill?" I wanted them to think I just started looking for her.

"Down here – in the kitchen." 

I walked down to the kitchen and went in. Jeff and Jill were sitting at opposite ends of the small table in there. They both looked up at me. Jeff stood up. "Good morning. I'm refreshing my coffee. Want some?"

"Sure." I walked over to Jill. "Good morning, beautiful."

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. I could tell that whatever it was they were discussing, it was bothering her. I wanted to ask right then, but couldn't bring myself to do it in front of Jeff.

My parents came down the stairs and interrupted my thoughts about this. We had a lively conversation about Jeff's latest work and what I was doing. Of course, my work always bored everyone, but they were polite and listened anyway. Then we made a small breakfast and the ladies decided that even though it was just before Christmas, the mall was a mandatory stop for them. They wanted to do some "window" shopping. Being men, my father, Jeff, and I would have rather had our pubic hair plucked than go shopping with these two women two days before Christmas. We begged off and they left. This was very bad. I was left alone with my thoughts and Jeff. While we sat and watched an early college bowl game, I kept glancing over at him, wondering what he knew about the woman I was in love with that was so scary or unnerving that she couldn't tell me. It had to be that they hooked up in Kansas City. It was the only thing that made sense that Jeff would know about her. I was more than a little upset, sad, and morose. I tried to keep up a good front, but my father and Jeff noticed because I gave them nothing more than one word answers when we talked during the game. Finally, at half time, Jeff got up to get a drink from the kitchen. 

"Dennis, help me put some munchies together." I knew something was up, but I followed him into the kitchen. He turned to me as soon as we got in there. "What's going on, Dennis?"

I stared at him. "Nothing, why?" I said nothing, but I knew I couldn't hide the tension I felt.

"I can tell something's bothering you. What is it?" I said nothing, just stared at the table. "Did you overhear me and Jill this morning?"

I looked up at him and I knew I was going to get emotional. "I overheard something, but I don't know what it was." I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes for him to tell me.

He closed his eyes and sighed. "Fuck! I wish you hadn't heard anything. What did you hear?"

"Just that you told her she had something that she should tell me. It's bad, it's very bad. She said she loved me for the first time during that conversation and I couldn't even enjoy it because of what you guys were discussing. What is it, Jeff?"


He stared at me. "I – I – I can't say. You'll have to get that from Jill."

We continued to stare at each other. "You and she hooked up in Kansas City, didn't you?" There, I blurted it out. It was in the open and now we could deal with it.

Jeff's eyes went wide. "What?! No, we did not hook up in Kansas City, but I do know her from there."

"Then tell me what it is!"

"No, I can't. It has to come from her."

"What is it, Jeff? Why the hell won't you tell me? I can't sit here all day thinking about this and not knowing, now what the fuck is going on?"

"Something wrong?" Jeff and I both swiveled toward my father who was standing in the doorway.

"No, nothing." I fled the kitchen and went up to my room. I closed the door and I felt like I was back in high school and my girlfriend had just left me for the center on the basketball team. What the fuck was it that Jeff wanted her to tell me immediately and that she was afraid to tell me? It was driving me fucking nuts!

 to be continued ...



Jill and I Ch. 06-07



This story is loosely based on a true story provided me by a Lit reader. He told me to do with the information what I wanted and to write a story about it. It's a romance and I will provide it in five parts.

Main Cast

Dennis, 25 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes.

Jill, 30 years old, 5' 7", 120 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes.

Gina, 30 years old, 5'6", 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, Jill's best friend.

Denise, 25 years old, 5'1", 105 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' friend and works with Dennis.

Mike, 27 years old, 5'10", 190 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, Denise's boyfriend.

Jeff, 33 years old, 6', 190 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' brother.

Previously:

I had learned that there was some deep, dark secret that Jill had not told me about her past and that my brother knew about. I was worried about this because yesterday I had heard her say that she loved me and I knew that I was falling for her. My mind ran rampant. I went through all the options that I could think of. Had she been a prostitute? A stripper? Been convicted of a felony for drugs or violence? What the hell? I was thinking the worst things, but maybe I was wrong. Now I couldn't wait for her to get home and tell me what it was.

Chapter 6. Finally, the Past Revealed.

December 23rd, 2011

Finally, about 6pm, the ladies rolled back in. Even with the Christmas rush and the disaster it was out there at all the malls they had managed to find plenty of things to buy and came in with several bags. I watched closely and Jill looked at me as she came in and met my eyes for only a second. She looked away and I could tell that she was worried. I stood up and when she next looked at me I gave her a quick motion with my head to meet me upstairs. She just nodded slightly and finished hanging her coat up and putting all the bags in the dining room with my mother.

I waited impatiently in my room. When she came in she looked worried. She was pacing and wringing her hands.

"Did Jeff tell you?" She almost whispered it.

I stared at her. "Tell me what?" I moved closer to her and lowered my voice. I realized that I had been a little too loud with that question. "Look, I know something is going on, but I don't know what the hell it is, so just come out with it and get it over with."

She moved away from me. "Please sit down on the bed and let me get this out, okay?"

I sat and watched her pace. She was like a caged animal warily looking at her owner. "Okay, when I was 16 and I moved in with Gina, I really did work at Wendy's. I worked there until I turned 18 and finished high school. Then Gina and I found that we needed more money. We wanted to live on our own. We tried to make it work by working multiple jobs, but it wasn't enough. Finally, we found the perfect job for us. We could make enough money to live by ourselves, buy what we needed, and we'd be able to save some, too." She stopped and stared at me.

I think I knew where she was headed. "Stripper?"

She nodded and took a deep breath before continuing. "Yes. Gina and I found a strip joint that was halfway decent and we could make great money. I worked there for almost two years. Once I had enough saved, I started going to junior college there in Kansas City and eventually came to Illinois to complete my four year degree."

I grimaced. "Okay." I didn't know what else to say. All kinds of things were running through my mind. I was always a little conservative and had only been to one strip joint in my life. My mother had always talked about the objectification of women, the degradation of the individual and sex, etc. I guess I had absorbed most of that. And now I was in love with an ex-stripper. 

"Remember, you promised."

I was trying to remember what she was talking about while taking in that the woman I was in love with had been a stripper. What kind? Fully nude? Table dances? Lap dances? Shit! Private dances!? Private parties?!

I looked up at her. "What?"

"Remember, the first time you spent the night I made you promise to listen and try to understand about my past."

"Oh. And yet you didn't tell me about it until now, after my brother forced you to." I tried to see the woman I was in love with, but now I could only see her stripping, guys leering at her, shoving money at her and feeling her up. I could see her dancing and rubbing her tits in the face of hundreds of other guys. I was jealous as hell. I finally caught sight of her eyes and her looking at me and it brought me back to the present. "I know I promised. I just wasn't ready for this."

She nodded. "Right. Got it." Her face closed up, her emotions disappeared and she suddenly seemed calm. How did she do that? She stared at me and then left the room. I started to go after her, but instead I lay back on the bed and tried to understand her. First, I never understood how people could strip and display their bodies when the opposite sex would sit there and stare at you, try to feel you up, and just plain act like a bunch of idiots. It wasn't exhibitionism, it was something worse in my mind and I couldn't wrap my arms around it. I just never got it. Also, here was this outwardly strong, tough woman who had on occasion shown that behind that façade that there was something hidden, something she held back, and something awful. Well, at least I knew what it was now. I still didn't really understand how someone could do that. I lay there, trying to unravel my thoughts when my mother came into my room.

"What the hell is going on between you and Jill?"

What did she say? I sat up. "What do you mean?"

My mother put her hands on her hips. That was never a good sign and usually meant a lecture. I was four years out of college and still flinched when she did that, waiting for the bad news. "I mean what the hell happened up here between you and Jill?"

What the hell was I going to say to that? "We had a little disagreement." That's all I could think of to say.

"A little disagreement? Well, if that's what you think, you still have a lot to learn about relationships and being in one with a woman. Jill just left."

I jumped out of bed and started toward the bedroom door. "She left? What the hell are you talking about? We came in my car."

My mother grabbed my arm. "Dennis, she came down and asked your father to drive her home. She said she could just come back or get her stuff from you, but she couldn't be here right now. She was very adamant. What the hell just happened?"

I stared at my mother. Did I dare tell her? What would she think? How could I ever bring Jill back again? Hell, did I even want to? I wasn't sure I could live with it myself, much less how my mother would handle it. I pulled my arm free and headed downstairs. My brother was still there watching TV. "How long ago did she leave?"

My mother trailed behind me and answered before Jeff could. "About 20 minutes. Your father and she both have cell phones. Call her and apologize. I can tell she loves you. She'll come back."

My mother had no idea what was going on. I decided to tell her. "Mom, we didn't really have a disagreement. Jeff knows her from Kansas City and knew that she was keeping a secret from me. He reminded her that she needed to come clean."

My mother looked over at Jeff. "Jeff?"

He was staring at the two of us. "Uh, it was just something that I thought Dennis should know."

"What?!" My mother was getting upset by this now.

I turned to her and told her the truth. "Mom, Jill just told me that when she was young she was a stripper for two years."

My mother stared at me. "That's why she left? " She looked from me to Jeff and back again. "That's not why she left. She left because of your reaction, right? What did you say?"

I stared at my mother. She didn't seem upset that Jill had been a stripper, but was concerned about my reaction to it? This was my conservative mother? "Mom, I didn't know what to say. I was shocked. I was confused. I told her I had to think about this."

My mother stared at me. She took my hand and held it tight. "Do you love her?"

I was pretty sure I did, so I admitted it. "I think so."

"Then why didn't you try to sit down and discuss it?"

"Mom, you know how we feel about strippers. Many of them turn to prostitution, many use drugs, and many never get an education and get out of that lifestyle."

My mother stared at me. "We? And which of those applies to Jill?"

"Uh -- I'm not sure."

"That's right. You didn't ask her and it sounds like you didn't even give her a chance to explain."

"But Mom, you've always said...."

She interrupted me immediately. "I know what I always said and that applies to many women. But not all are dummies and not all are stupid and not all are doing it because they are tramps. Just like not all smart men are good with women." She stared at me with that last comment. I flinched.

"But I'm not sure I know what to say or do. I'm not sure I can deal with the fact that she has been seen naked by all these guys, that she has given lap dances and rubbed up against them. I don't know if I can be with her without forever seeing her like that."

"Well, that's up to you, but you should have at least discussed it with her to try to understand why she did that. Instead, you thought only of how you felt. You didn't think about how she felt having to reveal that to you right before Christmas in your parent's house. You didn't think that she was probably not ready to tell you but Jeff pushed the timeline up. You didn't think about how this young woman managed to get out of that situation, get an education, and get a good job. I spent the entire day with her and she's a wonderful person. But you didn't give her a chance to explain did you? You didn't listen, hear her side, and then even think about forgiving her. You might not be able to, but she deserved your attention."

"She said it was because she and her friend needed money."

My mother stared at me like I had two heads. "Of course she said that. The question is why they needed that money. There's always more to the story. It's very seldom that simple." She turned to Jeff. "And you keep your fucking nose out of other people's business."

I was in shock. My mother was defending Jill and had just dropped the first f-bomb I had ever heard cross her lips. I glanced over at Jeff and he looked like he wanted to crawl under the couch. Mom was always very strong willed and it was never a good thing to fight with her. I finally shrugged. "I just don't know if I can deal with it."

"Fine. Maybe you two can't be together. However, when a guest is in my house, you treat them better than that. You should have at least discussed it with her and voiced your feelings and concerns. If, at that point, you two decided not to be together it would have been appropriate for you to help her pack and take her home."

I didn't know what to say to that. "Sorry."

My mother poked me in the chest. "Don't tell me, call her and tell her. You owe that to her. It took a lot of courage for that woman to strip, get on with her life all by herself, get an education, get a good job, and then come here and confess this to you at this point." My mother shook her head. "It's no wonder you two don't have good relationships with women." With that she stomped out of the room.

I walked over and sat in one of the lounge chairs and stared at Jeff. "I've never heard Mom talk like that."

"Me, neither. She said 'fuck' like she had used it for years and I've never, ever heard her say that. I was ready to bolt for the door, expecting flying projectiles to come at me."

I stared at Jeff, wanting to return the subject at hand. "You recognized her from a strip club?"

He looked up sheepishly. "Yeah. She was one of the prettier ones there and I went there a couple of Fridays a month with the construction crew."

I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but I asked anyway. "What type of place was it?"

He sat up. "Well, it was one of the better ones. In the next county over the full nude ones were pretty sleazy. In this one the women only stripped down to a g-string. It was in a nice area, clean, and well maintained. The women were nice, pretty, and friendly, but I never saw one that looked high or seemed to be hooking. It was a pretty well run place and I liked it." He put his head down. "Sorry I've seen your girlfriend naked."

I shrugged and muttered morosely, "So has half the Midwest." I put my head in my hands. "So it wasn't fully nude?"

"No."

"What about lap dances and private dances?"

He grimaced. "Well, the lap dances were nice and they rubbed on you a little bit. The VIP dances were in a separate set of rooms, but they were still open on one side and there was no touching by the customer. The girls controlled everything."

"Did you ever get a dance from her?" I stared at him, afraid of the answer.

"No, thank god. I think that would have made us both very uncomfortable."

"Yeah." Like that wasn't already true? I looked at my watch. "Do you think I should call her?"

He looked at me and took a deep breath. "Uh, I really don't know. I do know that she really loves you. I could see it in the way she watched you and the way she talked about you more than I could by the way she said it this morning. That's why I knew she would tell you and I wouldn't have to. She knew she had to do it. I guess how it proceeds from here depends on you. I think Mom just wants you to talk and listen. If you can't get past it, then you can't get past it, but she feels you owe her that. I don't know if I could forgive someone for that and get past it." He looked at me pointedly. "But this is all on you. I can't even keep a girlfriend; much less find one who will fall in love with me."

I stared at the ground. "Okay, thanks." I stood and took my phone out of my back pants pocket. I speed dialed Jill. It went to voice mail, so I left a message. "Jill, please call me back. I'm still a little in shock, but I want to talk you to about this. I don't know what else to say. Please just call me back." I then called my father, but his phone also went to voice mail. Shit! What the hell! Both of them were ignoring me?

I called each of them twice more, but knew by the third time that Jill had probably asked my father not to answer the phone and not to talk to me until she was no longer in the car. Finally, about 9pm, my father called me. "Hello?"

"Dennis, it's Dad. I just dropped Jill off at her townhouse. I'm sorry I didn't call before now, but she asked me not to." I could hear the cars in the background since he always used his Bluetooth connection in his car and had it on speaker.

"I understand. How is she? What did she say?"

"She was quiet for a long time and then told me why you two broke up. She told me she had been a stripper."

"She just came out and told you?"

"Yeah. She said she wanted me to know."

"She said we broke up? She used those words?"

"Yeah. She said that you didn't look like you were going to be able to get over it from the way you handled it, so she was going to break it off."

"Shit. Are you on your way back?"

"Yeah, I just left her place to head home. Why?"

"I don't know; just asking. I handled that very badly. I just wish I could have talked to her about it before she left so suddenly."

"I understand. She seems like a nice woman, well, I mean, like a decent person, even with a bit of a shady past."

"Yeah, thanks, Dad. See you soon."

I called Jill's home phone and then cell phone. She still didn't answer. Shit! What the hell was I going to do about this? Did I really love her? Could I put aside my feelings about strippers and deal with that in her past? And what would happen if I ran into someone else who knew her? How would I handle that? Shit, I could go crazy thinking about this stuff.

After one more try, I finally went to bed. I woke up at 3am with a throbbing erection from dreaming about Jill and having sex with her. My body didn't want to break up with her that was for sure.

Chapter 7. Confrontation -- and Even More History.

December 24th, 2011

The next day I discussed the situation with my parents and they were both for me driving back and talking to Jill. I wasn't so sure. I was still in a quandary about what to do about it and wanted more time to think. So I sat on my ass and did nothing. Sure, I called a couple of times, but she was still freezing me out. I wasn't so sure that driving back to knock on her door was going to be any more fruitful so I took the easy way out and just stayed with my parents.

I managed to get thru Christmas Eve and then Christmas Day. We had some relatives over on the 25th in the afternoon. They had younger children and they had to wait until after they had opened presents at their home before coming over. They got there about 2pm and they were surprised that this woman that I had told them so much about was not there. I didn't even consider telling them why. Then they decided to stay the night and I was trapped with relatives all Christmas Day when I really wanted to drive back and see Jill. Phone calls still went unanswered so seeing her in person was going to be the only option. I didn't want to wait until we got back to work, but I was supposed to work on the 27th, 28th and 29th since I didn't have that much vacation. So late in the afternoon on the 26th, I drove back to my apartment. 

December 26th, 2011

I had collected and packed all of Jill's stuff that she had left at my parents and went straight to her place. I guess I should have had a better idea about what I was going to do, but I was in strange new territory and didn't really have a clue. I rang the doorbell and knocked on the door. It was now 10pm. I was afraid that she might have gone somewhere, but her car was there. I knocked again and finally, after about 10 minutes she opened the door. She was in a big fluffy robe that I had never seen before and looked like she just woke up.

She only opened the door a crack. "Yes?"

"Jill, please let me in so we can talk."

She stared at me and I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Okay."

She opened the door all the way and motioned me in. She did not try to hug me or anything, so I stood there until she closed the door and led me into the living room. She pointed to the sofa. "Sit." It didn't sound like an option.

She remained standing on the other side of the coffee table. "What do you want to talk about?" She said that with such flatness it was like nothing had happened between us -- or ever had. She also appeared to have been drinking.

"I'm sorry about the way I reacted when you told me. I should have at least listened to you. I know that it was difficult for you to tell me that and I want to talk about it now so that I can understand everything."

She gave me a slight grin. It was almost an evil one. "Sure. We can talk about it. What do you want to know?"

I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't stop squirming. "I just want to know about it and all about you. I thought we were both getting really close and -- well, you know, becoming more than just lovers, but you sprang this on me so suddenly that I didn't have time to think about it and take it all in."

She sighed. "Well, okay, sure. I'll tell you all about it. That'll work. Just let me get something to drink. You want anything?" She looked like she was taking the order of a patron at a bar. She didn't appear to be upset, or bothered, or concerned about me at all. I shook my head no and she left the room. She was gone for a few minutes and I started wondering what she was doing.

When Jill finally came back in she was in nothing but a g-string. "Okay, here we go. This was my uniform. I wore this every night." I was speechless as she continued and I stared at her wonderful body. "I worked there for almost two years. Counting days and nights, I was probably there 600 times during the almost two years I worked there. I worked slow days as well as heavy days so, counting regulars, I probably saw about 40 new guys a night -- or should I say they saw me." She giggled in a way that showed that she was drunk because there was nothing really funny there. I didn't know how to respond. "So that's 24,000 guys who have seen my tits and ass and could probably make out the shape of my pussy because of the camel toe." She highlighted this by thrusting her hips forward and looking down at her pussy and showing me how the g-string was pulled up tight. "I gave lap dances to probably about 2,000 of them and private dances to about 500. So I guess you could say my body got around. My friend Gina still works there, although she's now the manager. She still looks good in a g-string, too. Hey, Gina, show him how good you look." I jerked my head in the direction of the kitchen and sure enough, out came this very voluptuous redhead with big, fake tits and wearing only a g-string. Jill had obviously set this up, but Gina didn't look any happier with this development than I did.




Jill and I Ch. 06-07



"Uh, Jill...." I was very uncomfortable with the way she was handling this.

She waved her hand at me. "Don't worry. We're used to assholes drooling over us and trying to feel us up. Like I said, I gave private dances to about 500 guys and sometimes, just by grinding my pussy on their lap, I could get them to cum in their pants. That was amazing. I loved making them get that big wet spot on their pants. It was hysterical to watch them try to hide it." She was going on and on and I knew she was trying to hurt me. And she did. I hated what she was doing and saying.

"Jill, please ...."

"So what else do you want to talk about?" She put her arm around Gina. "Gina and I have nothing to hide." She giggled at her bad pun. "That's funny, eh Gina?"

Gina was trying to smile, but she seemed too aware of what was going on here and just nodded. She looked at me with what I thought was sympathy and I could tell she was uncomfortable in this situation. "Jill, really..." she started to say, but was interrupted by the suddenly talkative Jill.

"Well, it's getting late Dennis. Don't you have anything to say? I thought you wanted to talk?"

I swallowed hard. I wasn't even excited by the two beautiful women in front of me. I may have been ashamed at the way I had initially reacted, but now I was angry at Jill for treating me this way. "No, I can see that talking is out of the question right now. Maybe I'll just ask Gina for a lap dance." They both glared at me for my poor attempt at sarcasm and a dig back at Jill. I stood up. "Maybe later." I started toward the door and that's when Jill finally showed some emotion.

Jill's voice got cold. "Okay, yeah, go ahead and leave. We've got nothing to talk about anyway, asshole." I was angry as well so I turned to her and returned her anger and showed my frustration.

"Why are you being such a bitch? I just wanted to talk. I just wanted to see everything from your perspective. I have never known anyone who was a stripper. I don't know what it's like for you. I just know that I was upset because you didn't trust me enough to tell me and I'm not sure I can deal with the fact that you've been naked in front of thousands of guys. And yet you told my brother that you loved me. Well, that's really showing love -- lying to me. Yeah, I'll leave. I'll just drop all your shit that you left at my parent's house on the steps. You can bring anything I have here to work and leave it on my desk. Good-bye."

I turned and walked out the door. When I opened it I glanced back and saw her staring at me, but I couldn't read her look. Gina was looking down at the ground. I walked outside and slammed the door. I went out to my car and pulled out the two small suitcases. I walked up and put them on her stoop and went back to my car. I sat there for a minute and then Gina came out in a robe to pick up the suitcases. She looked straight at me and seemed to mouth "Sorry", but I couldn't be sure. She took the suitcases in and I drove home. 

By the time I got home I was a little calmer, but my anger had spiked my adrenalin and now I couldn't get to sleep. I paced and paced and tried to understand what I had just seen. She was so mean and cold all of a sudden. Maybe it was best that I found this out now. I couldn't imagine how I would be able to live with someone who turned it off and on so suddenly, who might have guys who had cum as she rubbed their dicks suddenly recognize her, or how I was supposed to get my head around the way she talked about it. And the way she said it was almost like she was trying to humiliate the guys, like she didn't like them so she would try to get them to cum in their pants. I didn't get to sleep until about 3am and then I didn't sleep well. 

December 27th, 2011

I woke up at about 7:30 and went to work. When I got there, Denise was already there and she was beaming. At least somebody had a good Christmas. She could see that I didn't by the way I drug myself in.

"Wow! You must have really tied one on last night. You look whipped." She started teasing me.

"Yeah, thanks." I was not in a mood for that and she saw it. Her look turned from playful to immediately serious.

"You okay?"

"Wonderful." The sarcasm dripped off that one word.

"Okay. Somebody did not have a good Christmas. You want to go for a walk and talk about it?"

"Not really."

"C'mon. It's not that cold outside, so we can walk around the building in peace."

"Peace! Wish I could find some."

Denise just stared at me, the source of the problem becoming clear to her. "Uh-oh."

"What?"

"You guys broke up?"

"Yep. Last night."

"Shit. I'm sorry. Anything I can do?"

"No. Just let me sit here in misery for a while."

"Okay." She watched me for a few seconds and I could tell she was concerned, but I didn't want any sympathy or help right now. She finally sat back down and started working. 

I tried to work, but couldn't. About 10am my cell phone rang and I picked it up. It was Jill's number. What the fuck was I going to say to her?

"Hello?"

"Dennis, it's Gina." 

Oh, not Jill. "Hi, Gina." I didn't want to talk to her, but at the same time I was hoping she'd call me.

"Sorry about last night. Can we meet somewhere right away?"

"What for?"

"Please. It will only take a few minutes, but I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, sure. Do you know where Jill works?"

"Yes."

"Good. Just drive up to the front door and pick me up. We'll go to a Starbuck's around the block."

"Okay, sounds good."

"Where's Jill?"

"She's still sleeping. Look, I need to see you quickly, get this over with, and get back before she wakes up. See you in 15 minutes."

"Okay." I hung up and tried to figure out what this could mean.

I looked over at Denise and she studied me warily. "Who's Gina?"

"Jill's best friend. She was there last night."

"Anything you can talk about?"

"Not right now. I have to meet Gina downstairs. Maybe later."

"Okay, but I want to hear all about it later, okay?"

"Okay." Why is it that women always want to discuss and talk about the pain they're going through? I had seen them get together to wallow in it as they discussed it. Did it really help? Did it cleanse you of the pain by talking about it? All I could think about was getting drunk.

A few minutes later I was waiting in front of our building when Gina pulled up. I hopped in and gave her directions to the Starbucks. We got there and she wanted coffee. I didn't want anything and just found a seat at a table in the back where there was very little traffic. I watched Gina. She was dressed kind of sleazy for this early in the morning. Her jeans were so tight they had folds all the way up the back of her thighs and accentuated her bubble butt. Her top was low cut and displayed a lot of her bulbous tits. I could see several patrons openly ogling her.

Gina waited near the counter until she got her coffee, then she came over and sat down. "I know I said this had to be quick, but I really needed some coffee. We were up late."

"Okay, Gina. You said quick and you wanted to meet me. What is it?" I was a little perturbed and still angry about last night so I said that rather sharply.

She stared at me. "Look, this is going to be hard for me, so take it easy, okay?"

"Take it easy, hell! Just spit it out Gina. I have to get back to work and Jill made it clear last night with that little escapade that she was breaking up with me. She rubbed my face in it."

"Okay, stop. Let me tell you something about that woman. She's the strongest woman I ever met and, until you, the most closed off to any type of relationship." She stopped and took a drink, probably trying to be dramatic about how 'special' I was. "Jill and I grew up together. We grew up a few blocks apart, me in a rundown old house and her in a trailer. We were typical poor, white trash. We've been friends since the first grade. I never met her father and by the time she and I met her mother was starting to go through boyfriends. Mine was, too. When she was 16 and we were sophomores, her mother's latest flame took a liking to Jill and raped her one night." She stopped for another sip of her coffee to let that sink in. I was shocked, to say the least. "She told her mother about it and her mother accused her of trying to steal the guy from her so before things got any worse Jill moved into my basement. She lived there to finish high school. The amazing thing about Jill was that she was very good in any subject. She was smarter than all our other classmates. She didn't try to be valedictorian, but she was still in the top 5. She even drank and partied with me a lot and I barely got my diploma." She stopped again.

"Okay, what does this have to do with now?"

"I'm getting to that. When we both graduated, my mother said that we were on our own and that she was moving in with some guy from work. They didn't have room and my mother was selling the house we were in so we had to find a place to stay. Jill asked her mother, who was between boyfriends now, and her mother refused. We had to find our own place in about 4 weeks. We were in an area that was not your typical suburb. It was a little run down and on the edge of the inner city. There were prostitutes and strippers always around, so we knew about that. We decided to look at one of the nicer clubs because we were both going to be new to stripping, but we were young and good looking and figured we could make a killing. We found a place in a little nicer area and got a job. It was called the G-String and we did well. I was partying too much and Jill would lecture me every couple of weeks, but after we found an apartment and an old car, we were each taking in about $2,000 a week. I thought we were going to live like rich kids, but Jill saved every penny she could. She had it in her mind that she was still going to go to college and get out of that mess we had been born into. She just needed more money. She decided to work for a couple of years and then get her degree. She did. She saved up a lot of money and then she got her associate's degree at a local junior college while researching how to get scholarships and grants. Once she got some great deals at SIU, she came here."

I shrugged. "That's a really interesting story, but what do you want me to do about it? I wanted to talk and she threw that stripper stuff with all those numbers in my face."

"That's her defense mechanism. About 6 years ago she used it against a guy in college. Once she told him about stripping he bolted. She never saw him again."

"Lovely history, can you take me back to work?"

"Fuck!" Gina said that loud enough that several heads turned and I just glared at the folks who looked until they looked away. "You are a pain in the ass. I thought you said you loved her."

"I don't know any more."

"Then just walk away. She'll be crushed and never trust men again, but she'll live." 

"Look, Gina. You are a good friend, but apart from the rape at 16, there's nothing new you have told me. I feel really sorry for her about that, and I don't mean to make light of it, but she threw me out last night and I'm not sure I can deal with having an ex-stripper for a girlfriend. The first time I run into someone who remembers her I'll probably freak."

She looked at me with exasperation on her face. She took a deep breath and those tits swelled and almost burst from her shirt. "Okay, maybe I didn't explain it very well. The history lesson was to describe someone who has had a rough time with men. She was raped at 16 and then went into stripping. All she knew of men at that point had to do with wanting her for her body only. I would actually say that she hated men. You were the first one that she felt cared for her for more than just a pair of tits and a tight ass. When she finally confessed about being a stripper you reacted like every other man she has been around, so she put up the same fucking wall she always puts up and pushed you away. We were up until 3am last night because she couldn't stop talking about how she loved you, then hated you, then loved you again. She was a mess. There, get it? She loves you and was crushed by your reaction, but she hates to show her emotions when she's expecting to be crushed again. She closes up and holds everybody at arms length, at least emotionally."

I thought about it. It was staring to make sense to me, but I was still in a quandary about what to do and was not over my anger. "I really appreciate this Gina. You must be a really good friend. I still don't know if I can live with this. I'll have to think about it."

Gina stared at me. She was still mad and saying I would think about it was apparently not enough. "Fuck you. Let's go."

We walked back to the car and we were both fuming. I was still mad about the way Jill had treated me and Gina was mad at my reaction to her story. She took me back and we didn't say a word until she pulled up in front of the building. 

I turned to her and tried to be the nice guy again. "Gina, I'm sorry for taking it out on you. I know you're just trying to be a good friend."

"Whatever." She was still pissed off and just waved her hand at me.

I tried to swallow my anger just a bit. "Look, Gina, just tell Jill that I love her, but need some time to think about this, okay?"

She turned to me. "Do you really love her?"

"Unfortunately, yes. She's the most interesting, intriguing, and as I now know, frustrating and messed up woman I've ever met." I shook my head. "There's also some weird chemistry there and I fell in love with her!"

Gina leaned over and kissed me. "I'll tell her."

I got out and stood there as I watched her drive away. Now what? Could I deal with this? I was always the conservative one and now I was in love with an ex-stripper. Wouldn't my buddies from college get a kick out of that! I wondered how Jill would react to what I had told Gina to tell her.

I heard nothing from Jill the rest of that day so I went home at about 6 and was going to just stare at the TV and raid my liquor cabinet. At about 7pm the doorbell rang. I looked out and saw that it was Denise. I opened the door and she was standing there with a shopping bag.

"Hey, Dennis. I have a six pack and a bottle of Jack. Ready to get drunk?"

I guess she knew men in general, and me in particular, better than I thought. "Sure, I've already started."

Denise came in and sat on the couch, pulling out the alcohol. I sat down next to her and she took the beer into the kitchen to put it into the fridge. She came back with two clean glasses for the Jack Daniels. She poured us a couple of ounces in the glasses and handed me one.

Denise raised her glass and, making it sound like an epithet, made a toast. "Women!"

I laughed and we both took a drink of the Jack. "I thought that was supposed to be my line."

She smiled. "I knew what you were thinking."

"Where's Mike tonight?"

"Out with the boys after work. They had a happy hour, so I'm over here taking care of my best friend."

I clinked glasses with her. "Thanks, friend."

She and I clinked glasses again and started drinking.

I flipped the TV to some sports and we sat there and drank. We had been there about an hour, working on our drunks, when the doorbell rang again. I went over and looked out. It was Jill. Fuck! Fucking bitch can't leave me alone when I'm trying to get drunk and forget about her. I looked over at Denise. She looked at me and put her hands up asking me what was going on. "Jill."

"Let her in."

I opened the door and Jill looked at me sheepishly. "Can I come in?" She sounded so lost that I didn't have the heart to tell her to fuck off.

"Sure, we were just getting drunk."

She looked at me and then spotted Denise on the couch with all the alcohol on the table. "I can see that." She moved toward the sitting area, but then turned back to me. "Can I talk to you in private?"

Before I could say anything Denise got up. "Good idea. I'll just hit the bathroom." She scampered off.

Jill turned to me. "I know that you are angry and maybe don't want to talk to me." She looked up at me and I just nodded, confirming that. She held out a business card. "I have an appointment tomorrow with Dr. Benson and she asked me to invite you to join us."

I looked down at the business card. Dr. Thelma Benson, Psy. D. I was a little surprised and for a minute forgot my anger. "Dr. who? Who is this?"

"This is my psychologist. She has been working with me monthly for the last three years." She looked at me like she was afraid that she was going to scare me away with another new revelation. "I saw her today and she had me tell her what happened between us. She told me to ask if you would meet with us tomorrow."

I looked up at her. Jill looked so small and unsure of herself. Nothing like she normally did. I was going to acquiesce, but then my anger got the better of me. "Well, I have a busy day tomorrow. I'll have to think about it." I said it so that she would get the point that I was still angry and every word sure made it obvious. I regretted it as soon as I reacted with these words, but they were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Jill looked at the floor. "Okay. My appointment is at 2pm and the address is on the card. She told me I had to ask you face to face. Sorry for interrupting you." 

She turned to go and was so meek that I was almost speechless. Then I felt a prod in the side and turned to see that Denise had returned and was poking me. She pushed me toward Jill. "Say yes."

I followed Jill to the door and then touched her on the shoulder. "I'll be there."

She turned and I could see tears brimming in her eyes. "Thank you." She started to lean toward me to give me a hug, but I backed away. I was still too angry. Her eyes widened slightly at that and I could see how much that hurt her. She turned to go and said so softly I could barely hear her. "See you tomorrow."

I watched her go and then closed the door. I turned to Denise. "What was that all about?"

Denise looked at the card. "She's obviously been seeing someone about her problems and this psychologist wants you there because something happened that you need to be there for."

"Like what?"

"Hell if I know. Do you want to tell me what this is all about?"

"Can you keep it secret?" She gave a look like 'Please!' "Okay, okay. So you can keep a secret. I still don't know if I should tell you."

"You don't have to. I'm just wondering what it is. You are such a nice guy that almost anything could scare you."

"Hey!"

"I mean it. I have never had anyone think twice about my pussy when I offered it, but you did that night that I attacked you." She hip bumped me teasingly.

"Can we not talk about that?"

"Sure. So what happened between you two? It must have something to do with her psychologist."

I grabbed Denise's hand and led her to the couch. "Okay, but this is absolutely the most secret thing in the world. You cannot tell a soul and never mention it again to anyone, including me or her."

"Fuck! Maybe I don't want to know if it's that bad."

"When she was young, Jill worked as a stripper."

Denise stared at me. "Jill? Wait a minute. Miss perfectly organized and always ready project manager Jill?!? How do you know?"

"She told me." I didn't mention my brother or Gina.

"Holy shit! I guess you never really know. She's such a well-mannered, upstanding person at work that I never would have thought that about her."

"Shit. I wish I hadn't told you."

Denise grabbed me. "Look, you are my closest friend. We have helped each other out before, so here's my advice. You love her and she loves you. Who knows if that will ever happen again for either of you. Forget about the past. Hell, I have a girlfriend who picks up a guy just about every other weekend and has sex. That puts her at 25 guys per year for the last four years. 100 guys! I bet that's more than Jill has slept with. So put this in perspective. She got out of there, got her degree, and she's a very good project manager. From what I've seen, she's also a very good person who probably just got side-tracked or didn't have many options when she was young. So tomorrow, go to that meeting. You still love that woman so much it hurts, right?"




Jill and I Ch. 06-07



"Yeah, I guess that's true."

"Don't keep saying 'I guess so' or 'I think so'. I can tell you love her, so just admit it you macho shithead. Go there tomorrow and either it works out or not, but you have got to get through this so that you two can both get on with your lives, together or individually."

I pulled Denise into a hug. "You are such a good friend."

She hugged me back. "You'd better believe it! You're lucky she came by when she did."

I leaned back and looked down at her. "Why?"

"Because otherwise I was going to get drunk and attack you again."

I laughed."Yeah, right." I was sure she was teasing me.

She giggled. "Anyway -- I should go now. If I stay much longer, I'll be too drunk to drive home and you know we shouldn't sleep in the same apartment together."

I chuckled. "Yeah, that's for sure. I hate being awakened in the middle of the night by someone sucking my cock."

She looked up at me. "Don't talk dirty like that. You just made my panties wet and Mike will probably be too drunk for sex."

I smiled. "Need some batteries?"

She backed up and punched me in the arm good-naturedly. "Asshole!" She waited for a few seconds. "Yeah, probably."

We both laughed and she grabbed her coat. "See you tomorrow?"

"Sure."

She stopped at the door and turned around and gave me a hug. "You really are a good guy, and a pretty innocent one for today's times."

I thought about that for a second. "Really?"

She nodded. "Oh, yeah. See ya." She turned and left.

I sat there and watched TV until I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up at 2am and drug my ass to bed. I had some trouble getting back to sleep because of the thoughts running around in my brain about Jill seeing a therapist. First, I find out that she had been a stripper, now I find out that she goes to a therapist. I didn't think I could take many more surprises. The love I felt for her was strong, but would it be strong enough?

Chapter 8. The Complete Truth.

December 28th, 2011

The next day was fraught with tension as I got some work done, but I couldn't get this meeting out of my mind. When it got to 1:30, I left so that I could get to this doctor's office. When I got there Jill was waiting outside to be called. I sat down next to her. She looked up at me quickly and then back down at her hands.

"Hello." She was very subdued. This was so different from the woman I was used to seeing.

"Hi."

She looked up at me. "Thank you for coming." She looked back down at her hands and fidgeted with them.

The door opened just then and the doctor called us in. I entered the office and it was nicely appointed with the standard professional looking desk, chairs, and bookshelves that you'd expect for a psychologist. The desk, chairs, and everything in the office appeared to be a dark cherry. It was very nice. 

Jill stopped in front of the doctor and introduced us. "Dr. Benson, this is Dennis." I held out my hand. "Dennis, this is Dr. Benson."

Dr. Benson took my hand. Her hand was cool and dry. "Hello, Dennis. Glad to meet you. I'm Dr. Benson." She was a woman of probably 50, who appeared to be soft and cuddly, not what I expected. I expected someone who might look a little severe and foreboding. She was about 5'6", dressed in a very nice business suit, and still an attractive woman. She looked at me and I could see her appraising me and watching me as I appraised her. We were both trying to get some reading on the other.

"Hello." I finally answered her.

She motioned for the couch that was there behind a small coffee table. Jill went over and sat on one end and I sat on the other, leaving about three feet between us. The doctor took the single chair there.

"Dennis, do you have any idea why you are here? Has Jill revealed anything about it?"

"No. I know something about her past, but I don't know why I am here."

"Jill has agreed to this at my recommendation. She has progressed well the last three years and I feel that this is a teachable moment, if you will, for her. She agreed to share this with you only because of the feelings she has for you and her belief that you are a good person. Please listen and think about this carefully. Okay Jill, I want you to tell Dennis about this and why he is here."

Jill turned toward me and swallowed hard. I could see her hands trembling. "Dennis, as you now know, I was a stripper for almost two years. I've told you some of my story, but not all. Here is what you don't know. I left home when I was 16 because my mother's boyfriend raped me. I told her about it and she accused me of trying to steal him from her." She didn't know that Gina had told me this. "This was the last of a long line of terrible men that my mother brought home. I went to live with Gina and as soon as we graduated from high school her mother moved in with her boyfriend and sold the house out from under us. The only way we could live on our own was to strip. We both did it and I saved up for college. I met mostly awful men and I didn't know if I would ever meet one I could really like. Once while in college, I started getting a little serious about a guy, but when I told him I had been a stripper he left me. He told his friends, who all came over just to see if they could get laid. It was terrible. I was also estranged from my mother until her last days and that was hard for me to get over." She took another deep breath. "I have not had sex or a relationship with another guy for 6 years until I met you. I was trying to convince myself that I didn't need a man." Her eyes filled with tears and I glanced at the doctor who just motioned me coolly to pay attention to Jill. "But I have been working with the doctor to get past my youth and then you -- you -- you did something that I couldn't prevent. You reminded me that I was a woman, flesh and blood, and that I had emotional and physical needs. You made me fall in love with you." She was having trouble talking now and about to break down. But she stopped, took several deep breaths and collected herself. "Doctor Benson made me bring you in to meet with her as part of my therapy to get over my past. When you didn't react well to my history as a stripper, I put up my old defenses and rejected you. I have been telling her about you for a couple of months and she felt that that was unfair to you and was bad for me because I was returning to my old ways. She wanted me to face you here, in her office. That's why you are here."

Now I felt badly for her. She was in therapy for all these problems and I rejected her without hearing her side of the story. I was angry that she hid it from me, but I understood it better and I knew that I might be able to give her a chance. "Jill." She looked up and I reached over to take her hand. She looked like a skittish cat as I took it. It was clammy and shaking. "I love you. I didn't handle it very well, but then I'm a pretty quiet, conservative guy. I've only been to one strip club in my life and I've never known anyone who stripped. When you went over the raw numbers, you freaked me out and pissed me off. I didn't understand why you were doing that until now." I took a deep breath and looked at the doctor, who motioned for me to continue. "I can't say that I will be able to deal with all of this." I waved my hand. "I know that I love you and really wish I could do it, but I can't be sure. I don't know if love is enough."

I had never seen a woman move that fast. One moment Jill was staring at me, making sure she understood what I was saying and the next -- bam -- she was wrapped around me, hugging me and crying on my shoulder. I looked over her shoulder at the doctor who was just thoughtfully watching us.

Finally, Jill pulled back and looked at the doctor, wiping her eyes and trying to pull herself together. "Thank you, Dennis. Thank you, Dr. Benson."

Dr. Benson nodded. "Jill, over the last three years you have overcome most of your past and your ability to verbalize a short summary of the problem to Dennis was very well done." She turned to me. "Dennis, do you understand all that Jill told you today?" 

"I think so."

"You must be able to distinguish your love for her from what I see as your desire to protect her or feel pity for her. Love can produce those feelings, but those feelings by themselves are not love. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"After Jill's traumatic event at 16, she suffered a little post traumatic stress, but it did not develop into anything that caused major problems. The other thing is that she has always pushed men away and it almost developed into a hatred of them. Her early experiences made her at least wary of all men and caused her to put up a wall against them. Fortunately for Jill, I have been working with her on this for a while and you came along and proved that not all men are like those she was used to. She just needed a normal, everyday guy to trust and have feelings for. Understand?"

"I think so."

"I know that you two have a long way to go. There have been secrets that Jill kept from you that have been harmful to your relationship, but she has been in denial for a long time. It took this therapy and the relationship she has developed with you to get her to this point. I know that it's a lot for you to take in, but I have a suggestion."

We both looked at her and at each other. My heart went out to Jill in that moment, but I was too frozen to move and still scared about her past.

"I want you to date. I want you to date like you've just met. I want you to talk to each other about your past, your goals and desires, your secrets, what hurts you and has hurt you. I want you to be brutally honest with each other. This is the only way you'll survive this." She turned to Jill. "Jill, please answer all his questions with complete honesty. This relationship cannot stand another secret or lie. No matter how painful it is, answer it. It's okay to tell him that it's tough and hurts to answer the question, but you must eventually answer them all." She turned to me. "Dennis, you must do the same. She says that you do not appear to have any secrets and that you are an open book. However, everyone has something that they don't want to talk about or tell someone. But you must be as open as she is and tell her anything she wants. Understand?" We both were shaking our heads up and down, agreeing. "Good." She stood up. "That's all we are going to do today. I want you two to date at least twice a week until you know if you can work this out. It may not work out, but you cannot know until you do this." She put her hand out to me. "It was nice to meet you Dennis."

"Thanks, Dr. Benson. It was nice to meet you, too." What else do you say to that?

"See you in a month, Jill, okay?"

"Yes, doctor. I'll call and schedule the next appointment."

"Good. You two have a good day."

We left thru a different door. Jill told me that she had different doors for entering and exiting to keep people from seeing each other, which could make them uncomfortable.

When we got out to the parking lot, I turned to Jill. We had both been quiet after Jill told me about the separate door, both of us lost in our thoughts. I smiled. "Jill, will you go out to dinner with me on Friday?"

She grinned. "Yes, of course." She turned toward her car. "Saturday is New Year's Eve. We were invited to a party at Mike and Denise's place. Are we still going to that, too?" Her eyes were searching mine for an answer before I could verbalize it.

"Yes, of course. I would love to take you to Denise's New Year's Eve party."

She grinned. "Good. What time tomorrow?"

"Why don't we go to happy hour with the company folks and then to dinner at that Indian restaurant? I have a fond feeling for that restaurant."

She smiled and almost blushed. "Yeah, me, too. Okay. See you at work tomorrow."

We said good-bye and I got in my car. I felt much better now that things were in the open, but I was still thinking about what it meant to feel this way about a woman who had made strangers cum in their pants by dry-humping them in nothing but a g-string -- for money. Okay, I have to admit that it was a little bit of a turn on to think of her doing that to me, but to 500 other guys? Oh, well. We'd find out over the next couple of weeks.

 to be continued, one more submission 



Jill and I Ch. 08-10



 This story is loosely based on a true story provided me by a Lit reader. He told me to do with the information what I wanted and to write a story about it. It's a romance and I will provide it in five parts.

Main Cast
Dennis, 25 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes.
Jill, 30 years old, 5' 7", 120 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes.
Gina, 30 years old, 5'6", 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, Jill's best friend.
Denise, 25 years old, 5'1", 105 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' friend and works with Dennis.
Mike, 27 years old, 5'10", 190 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, Denise's boyfriend.
Jeff, 33 years old, 6', 190 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' brother.


Previously:

After meeting with Jill's therapist, who she had been seeing for three years due to her rape and becoming a stripper and problems with men, we agreed to have a date. The psychologist said that she wanted us to date and discuss and talk about everything; all our secrets. I did feel much better now that things were in the open, but I was still thinking about what it meant to feel this way about a woman who had made guys cum in their pants by dry-humping them in nothing but a g-string; although I got hard thinking about her doing that to me. Oh, well. We'd find out over the next couple of weeks.

Chapter 8. We Try Dating

December 30th, 2011

Our first date was an easy one. We both went to happy hour and everyone else tip-toed around the subject of the two of us and we didn't say anything. When we left, however, I know that there must have been a lot of discussion of what was going on between us. We left together and went to dinner, which added to the rumors of our break-up and then reunion.

Things went well and we discussed everything except what we really needed to talk about. Finally, as we were paying the check, Jill looked up at me. "Want to go for a walk?"

I agreed and we went outside. It was a little cold and I could tell that Jill was going to get cold so I stopped us at the entrance to the restaurant and did the last three buttons on her coat. She stared at me. "What?"

She smiled. "I remember reading in one of those girly magazines that when a man buttons up a woman's coat it means he's a good guy, and cares for the woman."

"Girly magazine?"

"Yeah, I think it was Cosmo. You know Cosmopolitan? The one that also publishes all those lists about who wants what in bed and the results of all those sex surveys?"

"Yeah. I've seen it on the newsstands. Pitiful."

Jill smiled. "Yes, I agree." She took my hand. "Thanks for buttoning up my coat."

"You're very welcome." 

We walked out along the sidewalk in front of the collection of shops and restaurants that were in the complex. I decided to start the serious talk. "So, Jill, can I ask you some of those tough questions now?" 

She turned to look at me, her face a mask to me in that moment. "Sure." She didn't sound sure.

"I want to know about your stripper years."

Jill turned to me. "How about we call what I did exotic dancing? Can we just call me a dancer? I'm still trying to get over that part of my past and stripper just sounds too, I don't know, vulgar now that I'm out of it. At the time, it was no problem, but when I'm trying to put it behind me, well, how about we just say dancer."

"But isn't it vulgar?"

"Well, it doesn't have to be. Everybody sees nudity everywhere. It can be beautiful until you put leering assholes out there, who treat women terribly and want table dances while they slobber all over you. Can you please just say dancer?"

"But isn't that what strip clubs invite? Don't they invite men to look at women like nothing but sex objects? Don't they draw those types of men?"

"Yes, I guess they do. When I was 18, I never thought of it that way."

I conceded the point about dancer. "Okay. I want to know about all those awful things that I hear about in connection with dancers. What about prostitution, drugs, terrible boyfriends, etc.?"

Jill took a deep breath. "You mean you want to know if I did any of those things."

I glanced over at her as we continued to walk. "Well, yes."

"I have never prostituted myself. I never had a boyfriend while I was dancing, and I did try a couple of drugs with Gina, but it wasn't what I wanted to do with my life, so after I tried them, I never did them again."

I thought about that. "What was it you wanted to do with your life?"

She pondered that for a moment and I felt that maybe she was thinking too much and trying to form what she thought I wanted to hear, but then she answered. "I wanted to get out of that shithole. I wanted to get away from my mother, that neighborhood, and that fucking life. I wanted to get a college education, get a decent job, and maybe have some kids that I would raise better than anyone in my area ever did. I knew all along that I had to get out of there before it consumed me."

I stopped and looked over at her. "You want to have kids?"

She gave me a weak smile. "I did. I'm not so sure anymore. I have a good job and I'll be 31 next month, so I guess I'll have to change my goals."

I thought about it. "So did you ever date or go out with anyone from the strip club?"

She looked at me carefully. "Yes. I did date one guy who I knew from working at Wendy's who started coming in because he knew me and Gina. I dated him for about three dates. After he realized that 'dancer' didn't equate to 'whore', he left and I never saw him again."

"Oh, sorry." I pulled her hand to keep her walking and before I could ask another question she asked me a couple.

"Have you ever done drugs? How many women have you had sex with?"

I stopped again. "I have never done illegal drugs. I was always playing sports and it was important to me to stay clean as an athlete. I also had a good friend who got completely messed up with drugs in high school so that turned me off to them." I took a deep breath and thought about the second question. "How many women? Let me see...." I started counting on my hands and made several round trips before she understood that I was joking and trying to lighten our conversation.

"Stop!" She giggled and slapped at my hands. 

"In truth I think it's about 6. I was always a one woman at a time kind of guy. I was always involved with the women I had sex with. All my sexual relationships were ones with women I ended up dating for 6 months or more. I didn't go out with someone just for the sex, plus, I was never good at picking up women."

She looked at me seriously. "Same number for me."

I stared at her. "Really? Only 6?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "My job didn't allow for it at the club, and then at college I had a few boyfriends, but I was trying to graduate. Then when the one guy I was really interested in told his friends, I stopped dating and have only had sex with one individual since then – you."

I stared at her. "Wow! I mean, I thought that, well, you know, as a dancer...."

She sighed resignedly. "I know, everyone thinks that dancers are out fucking everyone. They pick up the rich guys from the club and fuck them for money. Or they are sleeping with their girlfriends and then hook up with hot guys so that they can have those DVD grade threesomes. Yeah, I know, I've heard it all before. Some actually do that, but most of them I knew did not."

"Sorry."

She took my face in her hands. "Don't be sorry. Dr. Benson said we needed to be honest with each other and if that's what you were thinking, then we need to get it out in the open. I have never done that and I didn't fuck around."

"Okay. But you seem to like sex so much, and yet you managed to have it so seldom."

"I know, it sounds weird from someone who was almost naked every night for a while. But I was so turned off to men at that time because of my experiences with my mother's boyfriends and the assholes that I met in the club. I was really just taking out my anger on them, that's why I loved seeing them cum unexpectedly in their pants. At least that's what I got out of my therapy with Dr. Benson."

"Oh, I see." I understood it a little, but not completely.

We walked toward our cars, both of us now thinking more than talking and we said good night without a kiss. I just walked away. I knew she wanted me to kiss her, but I couldn't. I knew that if I did, I would end up back at her house in her bed. Once she kissed me I would want her too bad. And I was thinking that my feelings for her were not enough to overcome the problems I had with living the rest of my life with a stripper. I couldn't face that right now.

I drove home and thought about what she had said. I was amazed at how little sex she had had considering she was g-string dancing in front of so many guys.

When I got home I called Denise. She made me promise to call. It was only 10pm so I figured she'd be up. When I told her some of the basic facts, she gasped. She, too, was shocked at the revelation about the number of lovers and laughed, saying that she had more than that in her sophomore year in college. I called her a slut. She laughed and told me that I already knew that.

December 31st, 2011

New Year's Eve had finally arrived. I took my time that day and watched some football alone and then got ready for the party at Denise and Mike's. It was not going to start until 9pm since we all planned on being there late. 

At 8:30 I showed up at Jill's house. I rang the doorbell and a vision answered the door. Her brown hair had been put up on top of her head with the exception of a few loose tendrils that had been purposely left dangling to catch the eye. The dress she was wearing was some sort of shimmery white material that was transparent in strategic places. It had a lining that covered her from her hips to the bottom of the skirt and from just below her breasts to just above them. It was see-through around the midriff and shoulders and showed off her delightfully slim waist. It was form-fitting (I was never good at describing women's clothes) and came down to mid-thigh. She had on matching shoes that had about three inch heels and on her 5'7" frame with her legs, made her look tall, long-legged, lithe, lean, and fucking scrumptious. To hell with the party, I wanted to keep her to myself all night. Only my misgivings about being with her long term kept me from that – but just barely. After all, my dick had a short memory.

I held out a single coral rose, the color of which I knew she loved, and looked her up and down dramatically for effect. "Wow! I have a date with a goddess."

She blushed, which is rare for her, and smiled. "Thank you. I think I did pretty well myself." She grabbed and wiggled my tie. "Do you want a drink first or should we just go?"

I looked into her eyes, leaned over, and brushed her cheek with my lips as I leaned toward her ear. I whispered breathily "If we don't leave right now, I can't be held responsible for my actions."

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me hard. "You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours. You know that."

 I leaned back and looked at her. She stared back at me, her lips smiling, but I could feel the slight trembling in her body. She wanted it as bad as I did, but I was not past my reservations about where I was going with a stripper. I had told myself to take it slow until I could either get used to it or come to the realization that I was never going to get past it. The physical relationship would just interfere with my thinking. I knew that like most guys, my intelligent thought was interrupted by any blood flow to the lower regions. I didn't want to lead her on, but I had to get used to the idea and she knew it. "I think we should go now, before we don't make the party at all."

Jill looked a little disappointed - then smiled and reached for her wrap. She handed it to me and I wrapped it around her shoulders. As we headed out the door she said over her shoulder. "It wouldn't be a total loss to miss the party." She wiggled her butt at me.

Inwardly, I was fighting myself. I wanted to throw her down and fuck her right then and there. I had had sex with this woman constantly for a couple of months and I was almost addicted to her physical attractions. I fought off the last part of my desire to rip her expensive dress off and fuck her right there in the living room and followed her out the door. However, I did slap her on the ass. "Temptress!"

She giggled and we managed to get to the party without messing up our clothes. Once we arrived, we were greeted by some of the folks from work and some of Mike and Denise's other friends. We got into the mix and I could see the glances that Jill was getting from some of the other guys. Most were just guys, checking out a beautiful woman, and then they would move on, but there were a couple who were almost leering. I mentioned it to Jill. She smiled. "Welcome to my world. I have had this problem my entire life. Sometimes it's good for the ego, but mostly it's just annoying – and sometimes dangerous."

I noticed that Jill was only drinking soft drinks and water. I brought it up. "Not getting drunk tonight?"

"I'm a little tired of that so I think I'm going to just enjoy being in your presence." She winked and I rolled my eyes.

Denise was her typical flirty self, flitting amongst her guests, laughing and giggling all the while. At one point she was with Jill and I and she was telling a story. She kept grabbing my arm and Jill noticed. She knew that Denise was a touchy/feely sort of person, but she was picking up on something else. Denise finally finished the story and reached up and pecked me on the cheek. "See you later."

Jill leaned over to me. "That girl would sleep with you in an instant." I turned my head to look at Jill and she seemed to know. "Or have you two already been there and done that?"

I took Jill by the arm and led her over to the side of the room like we were getting more drinks. "We have not actually, you know, had sex – I mean, you know, we didn't actually – fuck." I looked up at her and she had this strange half smile on her face as she studied me. 

"And that means what exactly?"

"We gave each other oral sex." I looked at Jill to try to gauge her reaction. "It was before we were together." I added that quickly, afraid that she would assume the worst about me and we would be starting from square one.

She leaned over and kissed me. "I guess I'll have to keep my eye on you. You are just too good a catch to go unnoticed by the ladies."

I chuckled. "I wouldn't say that. I've never had women come on to me."

She kept looking at me with a funny smile. "You are young and just haven't been hanging out with the young, single, aggressive women. They would have been all over you. You are young, responsible, grounded, handsome in a nice Midwestern guy kind of way, and are excellent father material. Trust me; they would be gobbling you up."

"You mean they don't all want the bad boy?"

"At first they do, but women are more grounded when it comes to evaluating men than vice-versa."

"Oh, really?"

"Absolutely. Trust me, women are more subtle, but they would be make it known that they were available for you."

"Okay, thanks. I love it when you pump up my ego. And when it comes to Denise, she's a flirt, but I would never do anything to endanger her engagement to Mike. She's my best friend." I looked at Jill and she raised an eyebrow.

She put her arm through mine and said dramatically. "I'm not going to let you out of my sight the rest of the night in the presence of these hussies."

We both had a good laugh at that. We were at least able to joke with each other. At midnight, the ball dropped and everyone there grabbed their significant other and we all kissed. I reveled in the moment, enjoying the tender kiss that Jill and I shared. It was our first really decent kiss since our blowup last weekend and we both did it softly, but wetly and I think she moaned as we did. I popped a boner against her leg and she rubbed against it.

Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion and we were all herded outside by a group that wanted to celebrate in the street. We made our way down the stairs and everyone was partying in the street, blowing those stupid little horns, banging on anything they could find, and yelling. It was funny and ridiculous at the same time.

It was now about 12:30 and we were enjoying our time out in the cold, but I could see that some of the women, including Jill, were not as protected as others from the elements. I gave Jill my jacket and she put it on. She wanted to walk down the street away from the partygoers and enjoy a little of the night air. 

We walked and she asked me why we really didn't have sex before we came to the party.

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do." She stared at me with those x-ray eyes, looking right through me.

"I'm still a little afraid of what I'm getting into."

"Oh." She seemed disappointed, and we just walked for a few moments.

When we got to the end of the block we turned around and then I sensed sudden movement to my left. I turned my head to be confronted by two guys, one of them brandishing a knife. Jill saw them, too, and we both stopped immediately. The guy with the knife was white, about 6' tall, skinny, had terrible acne, very young, and had eyes that darted around so quickly it looked unreal. The other guy was black, about 5'7", also skinny, and looked more dangerous because of the nasty grin he had as they accosted us. The rest of the people from the party were over 100 feet away and most were going back inside. It was not a bad area, so I was shocked to see these two. The one with the knife spoke as they spread out in front of us, him in front of me and the other in front of Jill.

The guy with the knife spoke to me first. "Gimme your wallet." Then he turned toward Jill. "And take off all your jewelry." We were both frozen to the spot, looking at the two of them, so he repeated his demands. I reached for my wallet and pulled it out. I only had about 50 bucks in there, but I hated to have to cancel my credit cards and get a new driver's license. I didn't know how expensive Jill's jewelry was, but fortunately her purse was in the house. I was also calculating the danger involved in fighting back. It didn't appear to be much in our favor. If I could hold them off, she could run back to the party, but in her heels and that dress, it would be difficult. And that would leave me to fight off and get away from two guys, one with a knife. Instead, I hoped they would just take the items and go, so I held out my wallet and Jill did the same to her jewelry. She was very quiet and shocked, but looked outwardly calm.

The black guy stepped forward and quickly reached for my wallet and took Jill's ring and earrings, which was all the jewelry she had on. The guy with the knife leered at Jill. "I think maybe we need to try out the pussy on this one." He pointed with the knife. "I bet she would just love my nice big dick, eh?"

I glared at him and said nothing. I think he was goading me, but I couldn't be sure. I was now getting ready to fight him. If he got any closer, I was going to go after him. I couldn't let them do anything to Jill.

The black guy moved around behind us. "Yeah, she's got an ass on her that I would love to tap."

I tried to stop it. "You guys got your loot. Take it and go before somebody comes along and sees it happening and calls the cops."

The guy in front of me sneered. "Fuck you. We'll do what we want, when we want, and right now I think we want some nice tight prissy girl pussy."

I tried to keep them both in sight, but the black guy was circling behind me and I wanted to keep my eyes on the knife. I didn't want to fight with Jill here, but it might come to that. There was no way I was going to let her be raped again. 




Jill and I Ch. 08-10



Suddenly, the black guy kidney punched me hard and I went to one knee, and the next few seconds were a blur. I remember the guy with the knife taking a swipe at me and I ducked. I remember the black guy trying to grab Jill and there were all kinds of punching and kicking and ducking going on. Suddenly, there was a shout from down the street and the two guys ran off. I was on my back on the ground, trying to clear my head. I remember getting punched in the back, kicked in the ribs, and something had hit me on the head. I was trying to catch my breath as several folks from the party came running by to chase down these guys and I looked up at Jill who was lying on me. She smiled. 

"Are you okay Dennis?"

I tried to move, but it was difficult with her on top of me. "I don't know, you're crushing me." I grinned, trying to make a small joke. 

"Sorry." She rolled off me to her knees and then pitched onto her side. Something was wrong. I immediately rolled up on my elbows, my ribs screaming where I had been kicked and my heading pounding but the adrenalin kept it from overwhelming me. I looked her over. She was smiling. "I'm sorry, Dennis." I stared at her. 

"Jill, what's wrong?" I suddenly started checking her out. Her dress was slightly torn in a few places and her pantyhose were ripped. My jacket had been torn as well and was open in front so I could see her, but I didn't see any immediate injuries. When I went to sit up and hold her, I put my arm around her and found the knife in her lower right side. She had been stabbed! "Jill! Jill!" She was breathing, but didn't answer me. I held her and yelled at a couple of the people standing around to call the police and an ambulance. I was screaming at them and they all looked at me like I was a lunatic. 

Finally, Denise came over and put her hand on my shoulder and I looked up at her, momentarily shutting up. "They're on their way."

I turned back and kept cradling Jill. I couldn't lose her. She was going to be fine.  She had to be okay. I still had things to do with her. I still hadn't made up my mind about her. I couldn't let this make my decision for me. She had to live, she still had so much life left.

I held her and rocked her, whispering to her that I loved her, hoping that she could hear me. She smiled at me once, but then she closed her eyes again. I could feel her breathing, so I knew she was alive. But for how much longer? Where was the fucking ambulance? I kept rocking and rocking, not knowing how long it had been. Her breathing was sounding labored and I was scared. My heart was pounding and my ribs ached, but I couldn't let her go. I was still rocking when I looked up at an EMT who was telling me to let her go. I looked back down and unwrapped my arms from around her. The two EMTs quickly went to work and put an IV in her while I sat there stunned. They had her wrapped and were loading her into the ambulance when another one pulled up. I was trying to follow her into the ambulance, but the second pair of EMTs were grabbing me and checking me out. I kept telling them that I had to go with Jill, I couldn't let her go by herself, but they held me back and gave me a shot of something. I felt a little unsteady, but definitely felt the pain in my ribs when they poked there. I started feeling woozy. I stared at the ambulance with Jill as it pulled away, trying to figure out why I needed to be in that ambulance. Then I fell onto a stretcher and I was out.

Chapter 9. Facing the Truth

January 3rd, 2012

I woke the next morning, at least it seemed that way to me, to see Denise sitting by my side, Michael pacing back and forth, and a nurse checking my vitals. I tried to talk, but my mouth felt like a desert. Denise stood up and said something to Michael, but I was still trying to get my bearings. He left and a couple of minutes later the door flew open and my mother and father were there. They were carrying coffee, which smelled good even though I don't drink it. The clock said 11am.

My mother came over to me and handed her coffee to Denise. "Hey, wild man, how you feeling?"

I could feel some pain in my ribs and the back of my head hurt. "Not great." I needed to know about Jill. "What about Jill? How is she? She got stabbed. Is everything okay?"

My mother patted my hand that she was holding. "She's going to be fine. They got to her in time. She wasn't hurt too badly and now she is resting comfortably." She was patting my hand. "I'm just glad you are fine. You gave us a scare and your father almost gave me a heart attack driving here at 5am on New Year's Eve. We've been here ever since."

"What do you mean? How long have I been here?"

Everyone looked at each other. "It's 3 January. You've been here for over 2 days."

My side and head hurt. "What's the damage?" I was having trouble concentrating.

"You have two cracked ribs and a concussion. Nothing major and they think you'll be fine. The doctor will be along shortly to check out the concussion and run some tests. You were out for so long because they kept you under sedation while making sure your head was fine and the swelling went down."

"Okay." I took a deep breath. "Now, tell me more about Jill."

My mother took a quick breath and I caught the quick flick of the eyes toward my father. Something passed between them in that split second. "You can see her later today and talk to the doctor. Until then, just rest and get better."

I stared at my mother. "But tell me how she's doing."

My mother patted my hand some more. "We don't know much. They won't let any of us in to see her. She's resting and they told us that she was recovering. She must have been conscious because they said she asked about you."

I looked around the room. I was still groggy, so I finally looked directly at Denise. "Denise, tell me."

 "Jill lost a some blood but they got to her in plenty of time. She will be as good as new."

I took a couple of deep breaths. "I have to go see her." I struggled to try to get up and Michael and my father were there instantly, holding me down.

"You can't go anywhere right now." My father held me and tried to calm me. He knew I could get excited quickly. "Wait until the doctor sees you. You can ask him about getting up and then going to see Jill."

I wasn't willing to wait, but my strength gave out quickly, and I collapsed back against the bed. "I want to know now!" I struggled, but my energy was gone and I couldn't rise back up with two people holding me down. Then the door opened and a doctor came in.

After examining me and talking with me briefly, the doctor agreed that I could get out of bed. He wanted to see me the next day, but was willing to let my family take me back to my place. I insisted that I get to see Jill and my mother updated my doctor on the situation. He said that only family could see her.

"She has no family, doc. She has only me and her best friend. Everyone else is gone."

He thought about that and said he would make arrangements for me to see her. I calmed down and he left. I asked everyone to leave and the nurse came in with the doctor's orders to let me have my clothes and get dressed. When I first sat up, I fully felt the pain in my ribs. It took my breath away and then, when I tried to take a deep breath, prevented me from doing so. It's funny that whenever you cannot take a deep breath, that's exactly what you want to do. You feel restricted and your body seems to be telling you to take a deep breath. Unfortunately I couldn't because of the pain.

I managed to get dressed with the nurse's help and then she called my family back in. My parents took me out and led me up to Jill's room. It was empty. We went to the nurses' station and asked about it. The nurse there shocked us when she said that Jill had checked out that morning.

"By herself?" I was incredulous.

"No, another young lady came to get her."

I looked at the nurse. "Young, red-haired, voluptuous?"

The nurse stared at me when I described her like that. "Yes."

I turned to my family. "That's Gina, her best friend."

I turned to my Mom. "Who has my cell phone? Can I use yours?"

She gave me her cell phone and I called Jill's cell. That's the only number I could remember. I couldn't remember her home phone number. Hell, I could barely remember any numbers now that I stored them all on my phone. I never had to look at the numbers.

There was no answer. "She's not answering her cell. Let's go over to her house." Everyone followed me out and I tried not to hyperventilate because it hurt my ribs too much.

We got to Jill's house and there was no sign of anyone and nobody answered the door. We tried her cell phone again, but to no avail. I called and left several messages while we drove to my place. We finally all went to my place and sat and waited. I was trying to figure out what to do.

January 4th, 2012

I woke up at about 10am the next morning. My ribs were screaming again and my mother was awake and ready with my next pill. I took it and we discussed nothing for a few moments. Finally, my mother told me that a police officer was coming by at 11am to take a statement from me. I nodded and tried to eat more chicken soup; my mother's remedy for all that ails you.

At 11, the doorbell rang and the officer was invited in. He asked me all the questions I expected and stated that the two had been nabbed and handed me back my wallet. He said they had a long list of crimes already at the age of 22. They would probably be prosecuted with attempted murder because of the stabbing of Jill and the injury to my head, which was caused by them striking me with a pipe. After hearing my story and telling me about the suspects he surprised me.

"I understand from my partner that your girlfriend is doing well."

"Yes, she appears to be fine, but I haven't seen her since she left the hospital yesterday." 

After he took my statement, he said he had a few more to take. They had the perpetrators in jail and they had already been bound over or something like that. I was not concentrating very well. Finally, he got up and ended the interview. He left and I got up and called Jill again. No answer and no response to my voice mails. Where the hell was she? I turned to my mother and told her I wanted to discuss Jill with her.

"What is it you really want?" She never did mince words.

"I love Jill, so why can't I bring myself to propose to her? Will I be able to get past her being a stripper? I know it was 10 years ago, but damn it, I'm having a hard time thinking of life without her."

My mother sat down next to me. "Honey, you were brought up in a fairly conservative household. We always talked about women who became strippers as not being good people, but those were generalities. There are many people who are not good, but Jill appears to be the exception. You just can't get past everything we talked about from growing up. I was also trying to protect you against someone taking advantage of you, but I don't feel that Jill is like that."

"So you think I should marry her?"

"I didn't say that. She comes with a lot of baggage. Some people thrive when there is a past to overcome and they hang on to each other and face it together. Some people it breaks up. You just have to decide together if you two can get past it."

"Thanks, Mom."

She leaned over and kissed me on the head. "That's what mothers are for."

I was waiting for Jill to call back or give me some sort of indication of where she was when the detective called me back again. He was also inquiring about Jill. I told him she had checked herself out and nobody knew where she had gone. He told me his investigation was complete and wanted to discuss the trial with us if the two perps didn't plea bargain. I told him I was not sure how Jill would feel about that but that I would be happy to testify. Then he hit me with the final straw.

"Well, it's amazing to me that she took the knife for you. We don't see that very often."

"What?" What the hell was he talking about?

"Your girlfriend jumped in front of the knife as the perp tried to stab you. It's pretty clear from the description by your friends who were coming to help once they heard the commotion that that's what she did. She saw you were on the ground incapacitated by the blow to your head and when the guy lunged for you, she threw herself in the way. Very unladylike." He chuckled at the dark humor. "But very loyal and brave. I think she's a keeper." I could hear him grinning thru the phone.

My mind went over everything. I had no idea. Jill threw herself between me and a guy with a knife when I was almost unconscious to save me. Was there a greater act of love? Could I let this woman go? 

My mother came into the room as I hung up the phone. I told her what I had learned. 

She studied me for a few moments. "Well? What are you going to do?"

"Right now, I just need to find her."

I drove over to Jill's house and looked around. There was no sign of her having come home. There was mail in the mailbox and no sign of anyone coming or going into the townhouse. I called Denise and asked her if they had heard anything at work. 

"God, yes!" She was almost breathless trying to get the information out. "After the attack, everyone at the company was informed and everyone has been talking about you two. I found out this morning that Jill has asked for a temporary leave for an unspecified period of time. You need to tell them what you are going to do. They know that you will be out for a while, but not how long."

"Okay. I'll call HR. Meanwhile, I've got to find Jill. She's not returning my calls and she has not been home. Gina picked her up and I don't know where they went."

"If I hear anything here I'll let you know. What are you going to do now?"

"I have no idea. I hope that Gina didn't take her back to Kansas City, but I'm afraid that's what probably happened. That's where Gina lives and where they're both from."

"Well, we can start checking out the phone listings and any other thing you can think of."

"Yeah, that's the problem. I don't know Gina's last name or the name of the club where she works. It was the G-String when they worked there years ago."

"Oh. Gina's a stripper, too?"

"At one time she was. Jill said she manages the club where they used to dance, but the name may have changed. All we can do is check."

"Okay. What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing. I'll start looking for the club and see what I can find out."

"Okay. Call me if you need something."

"Sure." I hung up and called HR and told them I needed two more weeks. I promised to send over the note from the doctor who told me to take two weeks off. I also got on the web and looked for a strip club called the G-String in Kansas City. Naturally, it didn't exist. I searched every way I could and I found other strip clubs, but nothing on the G-String. I guess the name had been changed. On a lark I looked for one named "Gina's", but that didn't yield any results either.

I sat and discussed it with my parents and they agreed to assist if they could, but we really had no information. I called Jill's phone every couple of hours and asked her to call me. Nothing. What the hell was going on? She saves me and then deserts me? She loves me, but leaves me without telling me anything? 

January 14th, 2012

It's been 11 days since I woke up and 10 since I had started looking for Jill and Gina. I had almost nothing to go on and I was supposed to go back to work on the 17th. I didn't know what else to do. Jill had never returned any messages I had left on her phone and hadn't answered a single email. Her voice mail wasn't full when I called, so she had to be clearing them or deleting them. I was frustrated as hell. My family was getting irritated at the way I took it out on them and Denise was offering advice that I didn't want to hear. I was miserable and couldn't figure out what to do. I had no line on Jill at all. HR at work wouldn't give me the time of day for privacy act reasons. I asked for any information they had on her being from Kansas City, her social security number, and other things. They stonewalled me and were about to call for someone to escort me from the building when I got excited and started yelling at the HR manager. I was resigned to just waiting for her to contact me. I didn't know what else to do.

January 17th, 2012

I went back to work and was miserable. I was able to concentrate on work for short periods and it took my mind off my troubles for a while, but my thoughts always returned to Jill. I had to find her, but had absolutely no idea how. Finally, I thought of her therapist, Dr. Benson. I called her.

"Dr. Benson, this is Jill Mathewson's friend, Dennis. Have you heard anything from her this month?"

"Why?"

"She's disappeared and taken a leave of absence from work. I need to get in touch with her."

"She has not contacted me. Even if she does, I could not reveal her whereabouts without her permission."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Dennis?"

"Yes?"

"How did you leave it with her?"

"She's under the impression that I can't commit to a relationship with her, Dr. Benson."

"Well, then maybe it's best if you don't see her for a while."

"Sorry, Doc, I've got to find her. I want her."

"Well, then, good luck."

I hung up and went back to being depressed.

February 10th, 2012

I was back at my parents. I was feeling better. I felt like maybe Jill had just decided that she couldn't be married to a conservative guy like me. She must have decided that she couldn't take my possible jealousies, worries, and concerns about her past. I was still hurting and didn't know what to do about it. We were waiting for Jeff to come home for the weekend. We were all taking four days to include Valentine's Day to get together since Jeff had just finished his last project and had some time before starting his new one. It was almost six when he pulled up. He came in and said hello to everyone. He came over to me last.

"How's it hanging?"

I tried to smile at his old joke. "Not well."

"Still no word from Jill?"

"No."

He looked over at my parents and then at me. "Want to take a road trip?"

I looked up at him puzzled. "What?"

"I still remember where those clubs were when I went to them. I bet one of them is being managed by Gina or someone who works in the clubs will know where she works. Whadda ya say?"

I smiled widely at that. "Yes! Let's do it!"

We turned to my parents and they were smiling. "Well, I guess we'll see you guys later." They knew how much this meant to me.

"Thanks, Jeff. I appreciate it."

"No problem. I hate it when you look like you did when our dog died."

I punched him. "Hey!"

"Do we want to leave now or tomorrow morning? We can't get there before they close and they won't open until late tomorrow afternoon."

I thought about it. "Okay, tomorrow morning." I turned to my mother and I looked at her right hand where she wore my grandmother's engagement ring. I looked up at her and put my hand out. "Give me nana's ring." It had been decided before she died that I was going to use it as the engagement ring for my fiancée. I decided I was going to give it to Jil.

She looked at me and then at the ring, holding her hand out. "Are you sure?"

"More sure than I have ever been about anything in my life. You were right. She's a good person and when you love each other, you have to hold on tight and ignore everyone else."

"I don't remember saying that." There was humor in her voice and a sly grin on her face.

"Not in those words, but it's what you've always meant, isn't it?"

She smiled. "Yes. You love her that much? You must be very sure. It can't be pity and it can't be just because she loves you. You have to love her completely or it will erode your relationship." She took off the ring and handed it to me. I put it in my pocket.




Jill and I Ch. 08-10



"I can't live without her. Isn't that what love is all about? I'm miserable without her and I need her in my life. I'll do anything to have her with me. Now I have to go find her."

Chapter 10. Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places

February 11th, 2012

Jeff and I left early for Kansas City. It was just after 7am when we left. We were both up early, anxious to get on the road. We had a full breakfast and made the trek in 5 hours. It's about 275 miles from my parents house to the outskirts and then Jeff drove to the section where the strip joint was that he remembered when he worked and lived there. We got there just after noon. Of course, he was willing to put up with me getting up and getting there early, but he knew, and I didn't, that the strip joints were not going to be open that early. The one he remembered as the G-String was now called Curves. It was a Saturday and would open at 3pm. We had a few hours to kill. Of course, I was anxious as hell, but he managed to calm me down and we drove to another one up the street a few blocks that was called Donnie's. It would also open at 3pm. Seemed to be the standard in this area. They were both open from 3pm to 3am. We finally drove to a Denny's and I tried to relax as we had lunch. It was 1:30pm when we finished lunch and he suggested he show me where he lived. I acquiesced only because there was nothing else to do. We drove about 5 miles away to a nicer area and he showed me the apartments where he lived. They were nice, but not that nice. 

"I was barely scraping by, so this was the best I could do back then."

I could see what he meant. The area around it was okay, but it was close to some sketchy areas. We drove around a little more and then back to Curves. We waited and we saw a few men, both of whom looked like bouncers, and a few women enter. I wanted to go up there, but Jeff told me they wouldn't even talk to me until it opened. Finally, at 3pm it opened and we were waiting. I opened the door and was assaulted by loud music already playing and it was so dark that I almost felt blind coming in from a sunny day. Finally, my eyes adjusted and there was a women in a booth there charging a cover charge. I told her what I wanted.

"I'm just looking for a woman named Gina. Is the manager named Gina?"

"No, 5 bucks cover please."She was smacking her gum and looked completely bored or stoned.

"No, I don't want to come in." I was interrupted by Jeff who thrust $10 at the woman and dragged me into the club. We looked around. There was nobody on stage yet, but as soon as we arrived a couple of girls got up from the bar and one took the stage. The other waited for us to find a table to sit at and then approached, asking if we wanted something to drink. Jeff told her we wanted two Bud Lights and she left. Jeff leaned over and told me to let him do the talking. The waitress came back with the two Bud Lights and it cost $12 for two beers. Ouch!

"Want a table dance?" We both looked up at the small waif who had appeared on Jeff's left side, away from me. She couldn't be more than 5' 1" tall and probably weighed about 100 pounds. She was cute, very young, and already looked a little bored.

I couldn't hear much over the volume of the music, but Jeff must have asked how much it was and retrieved a bill from his pocket. He handed it to her and she started gyrating and rubbing up against him. I watched how she rubbed up against his crotch and then, after removing her top, rubbed her tits all over his face. Jeff just smiled at me and enjoyed the dance. When it was over he patted the chair next to him and she sat down. I was getting a little irritated at how he was enjoying this, but then he leaned over to me. "Patience. I'm going to see what I can find out from her."

The waitress stopped by and the dancer ordered a drink, which Jeff paid for. Then they continued to talk and finally Jeff turned back to me and nodded. He stood up and gestured for the door. We walked out and I was blinded going from the darkness of the club to the bright sun. We got our vision back and Jeff told me what he found out.

"This girl and a couple of her friends have danced at a couple of clubs. I gave her your description of Gina and she said that she runs a club a little closer to downtown called Reggie's. Maybe her real name is Regina." He grinned and threw up his arms. "See? Aren't I good?"

I laughed. "Yeah, you're good. You even managed to get a lap dance out of it."

"Hey, that was all in the name of helping my brother." He clapped me on the back and pointed to his car. "Okay, let's get moving. Time to find your woman!"

We got in and drove down a fairly large four lane road that was lined with strip malls, fast food restaurants, gas stations, and other small offices and stores. Finally, we came to a major intersection and Jeff pointed to the right. "There it is."

I saw it then. Reggie's. It looked like all the other ones except for the name. It was a square building with no windows and seemingly deserted. There were no cars in the lot that we could see. Jeff made a right and pulled in and then we could see that the main entrance was on the side and there were a few cars there. We got out and went in. 

We were again assaulted with music too loud, a room too dark, and a cover charge. This one was $7. We walked in and sat down and I got my first look around. There were two stages at either end of the room; both raised about 4 feet, with chairs lining the rails. The center of the club was small tables and you could face either stage from there. The most shocking thing was that the dancers were completely nude. I watched as one did the splits on stage and left nothing to the imagination. Jeff just punched me on the shoulder and laughed.

"Don't look so shocked." He laughed and I tried not to show my concern that this was where Jill's best friend worked and she might be here, too. Jeff was motioning to a waitress. He leaned over and talked to her and she looked at us for a couple of seconds. She left and came back with two Bud Lights. Ugh! I really do hate light beer.

The waitress left and I watched as she went and said something to the bartender who also stared at us for a couple of seconds. Then she walked to the phone and made a call. Two minutes later, Gina came out of a hallway that indicated the bathrooms were back there. Obviously, her office was as well. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, braless of course. Her nipples were on high beam.

She gave us a wave once she knew she had our attention and motioned us towards her. We got up and went to her. She turned and led us back into her office. Her ass was outstanding and I could see Jeff checking it out. 

We sat down in two chairs in front of her desk that she pointed to and then she sat down behind her desk. "Hello, Dennis. What do you want?"

I didn't know what was colder, the temperature outside on a blustery February day or the tone of her voice.  I gave her a look like she had to be crazy to ask such a stupid question, and then stated it. "Jill. I want to see Jill. Oh, and this is my brother, Jeff."

"She doesn't want to see you. Hi, Jeff." Jeff nodded.

"Why not? What happened?" I was confused. "I thought we left it that we would continue to try to have a relationship."

"Nothing happened. That's the point. She said you were holding back and not going to commit to a relationship any time soon, so she decided it was best to call it off. She just wants to get on with her life."

"But she quit her job and left town. Why did she leave like that? I didn't even get to see her or talk to her or hear this from her. I just need to see Jill."

"Well, that's the way she wanted it. She doesn't want to see you. Just leave and go back to your safe little world and your safe little friends." Her sarcasm was thicker than her dancer's eye makeup.

"No. I want to see her. I want to talk to her."

"Not going to happen. Just leave and get on with your life. You are too white bread to handle her."

Now I was getting mad. "Fuck you, Gina. I want to see her. I need to talk to Jill, not her sanctimonious asshole friend."

Gina smiled at that and picked up the phone. "Bob, I have two guys in my office. Will you please come escort them out of the building? Thanks."

Jeff stood up.  "Okay, Gina, we get it. You don't have to call the bouncer. We're leaving."

I stood up, too. "I want to see Jill! Where the fuck is she Gina? Tell me where she is!"

At that moment the door opened and a guy who looked like he bench pressed cars for exercise stepped in. "This way, gentlemen." He stepped aside and waved his hand out the door.

There was no way around this, but I was determined to try something. Then Jeff grabbed my arm. "No problem. We're leaving." He tugged on my elbow. "C'mon, Dennis. Let's get out of here."

I followed him out, fuming and trying to control my temper in front of this human mountain. 

As soon as we got outside, Jeff stood there and stretched. "Okay, let's head back." 

I looked at him like he had three heads. "What the...."

Jeff grabbed my arm again. "There's nothing we can do here. Let's go." He motioned with his eyes behind us and I turned to see the bouncer still standing there, casting a shadow like a skyscraper.

I let Jeff lead me to the car and as we approached it, the guy went back inside. Jeff turned to me. "Dude, you need to learn to control yourself and be cool. Gina was not going to say anything and that guy could crush both of us. Just be quiet and leave willingly. Then we plan our sneak attack."

"What sneak attack?" I was still fuming, but managed not to yell.

"We'll follow Gina home. She's here already, so that means that we will either see Jill stop by to see Gina or just follow her home. Okay?"

"Okay." I begrudgingly acknowledged that he had a point. I conceded that I had lost my temper for a second.

Jeff looked around. "Look over there." I could see he was pointing at a Jack in the Box across the street. "We'll just pull over there and park along the side and watch and wait for Jill to come see Gina or for Gina to go home. See? Easy."

"Yeah." I was still angry. "Sorry about that in there."

"Sorry for what? You are looking for the woman you love, so you are going to be a little nuts. Love it nuts. It's all nuts." 

I looked up at him and could see he was smiling and poking fun at me. I finally smiled and relaxed. "Thanks a lot, asshole."

"That's what brothers are for." He grinned and started the car. 

We pulled across the street and got something to drink. I love vanilla shakes and had one of those. We sat and then used the bathroom and sat some more. Finally, about 9pm, I saw a car pull into the parking lot of Reggie's. I knew it was Jill's.

"Jeff, that's Jill's car."

Jeff sat up and watched. We saw Jill get out and head for the strip joint. "Okay, they won't let us back in, but we can just wait for her to come out, okay?"

He looked at me and I nodded. "Okay. We wait."

We waited for about an hour and then Jill and Gina came out and got into Jill's car. They left and Jeff had us ready to pull out by the time they turned onto the main road. We followed. They were oblivious to us following them and they drove slowly to a steak restaurant and got out and went inside. 

Jeff looked over at me. "Ready?"

I nodded. "I have to see her."

"I know. Let's go." He got out of the car and I followed.

We entered and were greeted by a young woman asking us if we had a reservation. Jeff shook his head. "We're meeting someone."

I spotted them in a booth along the right hand side and approached. Jill was facing me and Gina had her back to me. When I got about 10 feet away, Jill saw me and her eyes went wide. Gina immediately turned around and saw me, too. Gina started to stand up and say something, but I was too quick. I closed on their table and immediately slid into the booth next to Jill. She was stunned and said nothing.

I decided to try honey, as my mother would say. "Hi, Jill. You look gorgeous." I turned to Gina. "Hi, Gina. Sorry for following you guys."

"Just get up and walk away, asshole. I told you she didn't...."

Jill shut Gina up by putting her hand up. Then she looked at me.  "Why are you here?"

"I've been trying to reach you for 6 weeks and you haven't answered one voice mail or email, that's why."

She looked down at her hands, her voice was icy. "I don't want to talk to you; I thought I was making that obvious."

"Why?"

She looked up and challenged me with her eyes. "I could tell you were holding back and couldn't commit to having a relationship with me. We joked around a little, but I could tell you were not going to take the next step. I left because that would make it easier on both of us. I can't deal with you and it's time to move on."

"You quit your job and left because I couldn't commit? How do you know? We only went out the two times after meeting with Dr. Benson and never even finished the second date."

"I didn't quit my job. I only took a leave of absence. I plan on going back there next week. And as for us, I could tell at my apartment that if you hesitated when it came to even kissing me, then it wasn't going to work."

"Why wouldn't you tell me this on the phone? Why did I have to drive to Kansas City to find this out?"

She looked away. "I don't know." She was still solid ice.

"Sure you do." I looked around the restaurant. No time like the present to do the deed. "Jill, you know that I love you, and you still love me."

She looked up suddenly. "Yes, but that's not enough." There might have been a little thawing, but she was still glacial.

"Well, I decided that if you'll give me another chance, then that is enough. Whadda ya say?"

She stared at me. I guess that was a little too upbeat and flippant. "And then what? What do we do? Date and be friends with benefits? Are you trying to be like all the other guys I know? Just come over whenever you need to get some pussy?" She was getting angry, and I knew why. We had agreed to the arrangement that we had, but she obviously wanted more. Well, I did too. I was just afraid to admit it until I had asked my mother for that ring.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my grandmother's ring. I turned fully towards her and stared at her. She couldn't see the ring yet. "Jill, you know me better than that. You know we were doing what we said we would do that day in the doctor's office." I stopped there, trying not to be coy or leading her down the path I wanted to go, but I couldn't resist pausing.

"I know. But I can't do that from now on." She looked at me with those piercing eyes, searching for my meaning.

"Why?"

"I'm in trouble with you. I never had this problem with a man before. Dr. Benson says I always pushed men away, but you got in. I can't be around you. It hurts too much."

I pulled my hand up and laid my grandmother's engagement ring on the table. "Not even if it's forever?"

Jill stared at the ring and the entire restaurant seemed quieter as everyone at the table's attention was drawn to the ring.

Jill looked up at me. "Is that what I think it is?" The cold exterior was showing cracks.

"If you think it's an engagement ring, then you are correct. It's my grandmother's engagement ring and she left it to me to give to the woman I love when I asked her to marry me."

She stared at me and then looked over at Gina. Gina and Jeff were sitting there trying to be wallflowers. Jill took a deep breath and turned back to me. "There's something else you should know before you ask. I'm pregnant."

I stared. I was stunned. How could she be pregnant when she was on the pill? "I don't understand. How can that be possible?"

"I don't know. They say the pill is not perfect and well – I guess I'm proof." She wouldn't look up at me.

"Then you'll just have to marry me."

She looked around the table. "Are you asking me?"

"I came here, before knowing you were pregnant, to ask you to marry me. I can't live without you and if you'd answer your damn phone, I would have told you that already. The fact that you're pregnant does not change that." I picked up the ring and held it up. "Will you marry me, Jill?"

Jill sat there, staring at the ring. "But.. but...." The glacier had thawed and now the waters were beginning to run... down her face.

I put my finger on her lips. "I love you. I want you. I wanted you before I knew there was a child. I don't know how I will react if someone brings up your, well, history, but no matter what happens or what I say, you will always be the one I love. I'm the romantic one in this relationship, so I'll say it. We'll find a way to get by and raise kids and live happily ever after."

Jill looked up at me and smiled. She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my neck as she let loose a few short sobs. She held me so tight I thought she was going to cut off the circulation to my head. Finally she pulled back and took a deep breath. "That's a yes."

I grinned and looked over at Jeff and Gina. Jeff was sitting there smiling and Gina was almost crying, too. I guess she never figured that that's what we were here for and she was happy for her friend. I put the ring on Jill's finger and she stared at it.

The waitress then came over and interrupted us. We all ordered drinks and then Jill turned back to me. "Well, I know where you can have the bachelor party." Gina almost spit out her drink and started laughing. 

I put my arm around Jill. "Well, if you insist. I'll have to see if any of those dancers know how to dry hump your fiancé."

Jill harrumphed. "On second thought... no way!"

I grinned. "But I've never had a lap dance."

Jill smiled at me and patted me on the arm. "Honey, you are going to get plenty of those." Hmmm. She's just patted me in a condescending manner and called me honey. Maybe she was more comfortable with the idea of marriage than I thought.

"How much is it going to cost me?" I grinned and poked at her.

She held up her left hand with the ring on it, which almost fit. "Only the rest of your life."

I hugged her. "I can live with that."

We ate dinner and by the time we left, I knew that we had a chance to make it. It might not be easy and there would be work, but I loved the damn woman and I wasn't about to let her go now. 

May 27th, 2012

I sat there in the chair staring at the vision in front of me. Jill was swaying to the music, her now swollen belly starting to get really big. She was naked and facing away from me, shaking that delicious ass. I reached up and ran my hands over her ass. She turned and grinned. She leaned over and shook her tits right in my face. I slowly licked first one and then the other nipple, eliciting moans from her. She held my head right at her tits, moving back and forth from one to the other. I moved a hand down over her swollen belly and onto her very wet pussy. 

"Now this is a lap dance!" I continued to move from tit to tit.

"Oh, god, being pregnant has made me so fucking horny!"

I released her left nipple. "As if you needed to be any hornier."

She smiled. "Complaining?"

"I have the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world, giving me a lap dance while pregnant with my child. No complaints here."

Jill reached down and grabbed my throbbing dick. "I can see that."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to fuck you into next week."

"That won't work."

"No? Why not?"

"Because by tomorrow morning you'll be horny again."

"You're right. But I can still fuck you. I can still make you cum all over my swollen belly."

"There's never been any question about that."

And she proceeded to do just that. She fucked me until she and I were left exhausted on the bed.

Epilog

Jill and I are now the proud parents of a little girl, Anastasia, named after Jill's favorite fantasy when she was a child. As far as her past goes, I'm mostly over it. She makes sure I know that she loves me and that I'm the most important thing in the world to her. I told her she proved that on New Year's Eve, but she says she intends to keep reminding me. I don't mind at all.