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The Descending of Jessica

By: Jessie92



I guess I should start by telling you a little bit about myself. I am 5'11", which is tall for a girl, with auburn hair that falls to a few inches below my shoulders. My measurements are now 36C – 34- 38, but this was not always the case of course. Of the 38, I should say that while my hips are wider than my chest by a bit, most of the difference comes from several years of running sprints in high school and doing squats which have given me a toned, muscular rear end. Most of my height comes from my long legs and I have been tall for my age throughout school and growing up. Until the last couple of years I have been the tall, clumsy, awkward girl that everyone knew but no one noticed. Not being noticed was fine with me though. I had a very negative self image that I am still working on, not so much for my appearance but for my upbringing. Towards the end of my junior year I blossomed as we say in the south, and as I began to turn guy's heads my confidence grew.

My father was never part of the equation. My mother never married him and if they had a long term relation it was before I could remember. My mother had dropped out of school to have me and was soon using the only asset she had, her reasonable attractiveness, to earn a living. While I was passed off to any friend that would baby sit, she would strip at the clubs in whatever town her last boyfriend had left us in, and when I was 14 the last of her prostitution arrests occurred. This was when the state's child welfare department stepped in and placed me with a series of foster homes, ending with the Andersons. I have had only sporadic contact with my mother since, and I'm okay with that; we were never much of a family anyway.

The shortcomings of my childhood would have probably left me bitter except for the Andersons. Unable to have children themselves, Dr and Allison Anderson took in foster kids on an emergency basis, and for myself and their adopted son Brent, on a more permanent basis. Dr Anderson had a thriving dental practice and Allison lived a life of leisure, often vicariously through Brent and I. My mother would never surrender her rights so they could adopt me, although they tried on several occasions. Still, even though I wasn't technically adopted, they felt more like parents than any other adults I had ever known and I, as a lonely child, latched onto this relationship and held it for dear life.

The first day at the Anderson house was actually a school day at the start of my junior year of high school, but Allison decided the night before when children services has deposited me there that my wardrobe was insufficient for the school that Brent attended and that I would be going. So, she kept me out of school that day and for the first time ever that I could recall I went shopping. After hitting it seemed like every store in the local mall, it was off to a department store make up counter for a make over, and then to her cosmetologists for a manicure, pedicure and new hair style. I remember looking in the beautician's mirror at the end of that exhausting day and not recognizing myself. Seeing that I could be beautiful was empowering and I despised the years of neglect that had left me sullen and without the self confidence that proper maintenance brings. 

The next day we also spent playing hooky together, this time we began at Dr Anderson's office for a cleaning and a couple of fillings needed from years of neglected dental care, and then to their family doctor for a check up, which was required for school registration anyway. I was basically in good health, although the doctor felt I was a little underweight. Allison laughed and told me to remember this as I would probably never hear it again! Her humor surprised me, but not as much as when she joined the physician in discussing reproduction and birth control. I insisted that I was a virgin and intended to remain that way, which pleased Allison as she was quite religious, but both pointed out other reasons to take birth control, which in my case would help clear my skin and regulate my quite irregular periods. Still neither forced it on me and both sought to make me knowledgeable enough to be comfortable in my decision. In the end, the allure of finally having clear skin and not having to carry pads everywhere led to to decide to accept the prescription. Later I would also be thankful as my hips expanded to the more womanly shape I mentioned above and my breasts filled out to what I feel is a very attractive size for my height and build, not overly large but not flat as I had been living hand to mouth with mom.

By the day's end Allison had me properly prepared to face high school in suburbia, but it was Friday and the weekend saved me from that dreaded first day. Weekends were spent either lounging by the pool, or at the country club where I began learning tennis, or on Sunday mornings at church. Once school began it was clear that all the years of bouncing around with mom had left me well behind others in my grade, but Brent and the Andersons worked with me and by the winter break I was pretty well caught up. Brent would spend his afternoons doing his own homework, then after dinner he would help me with mine. We grew close over the next year and it was as though I finally had a true friendship that would last. Our behavior was flirtatious but I never really thought about Brent as anything more than another foster kid. In the system you learn not to get too attached, and even though he was 6'3" of taunt muscles, steely blue eyes, striking features, and jet black hair I resisted the urges I sometimes felt to embrace him or more. He too was more touchy with me than with any of the girls at school that practically threw themselves at him but again it never occurred to me to think of him as a potential partner. I assumed he felt the same way as he never overtly showed otherwise. He was sort of like a brother to me, especially since he had been adopted by my foster parents, and I both wanted to respect them as well as commit myself to my education. I simply was not looking for a boyfriend. 

This is not to say that Brent and I didn't date, only that we didn't date each other. He regularly went out with pretty much any girl he wanted and rumors of his sexual exploits were regularly told among the girls at our school. I think several of them befriended me in the hopes of being able to spend time with Brent. While he banged his way through the junior and senior coeds at our school, I remained a virgin. It wasn't that I was a prude, or that I particularly valued my virginity like Allison thought I should, it was that I was focused on school and getting my grades back up to be able to attend college on the scholarships available to foster kids. So while I did date a few guys, the inevitable hand under my sweater and sliding up my thigh and under my skirt was met with a demand to stop which was, until the night of my senior prom at least, respected. Whereas Brent was a epic man whore boning his way through the upper class coeds, I became the great white whale that no penis could harpoon. Or something like that, literary references aren't my strong suit.

By now you are probably wondering where the sex starts, this after all being an erotic site. I promise, soon, but bear with me. It is important to me that I get the details right. 

To say I wasn't having sex isn't completely accurate. I wasn't having sex with other people. Often my dates ended with me being just as frustrated as the guy I had gone out with, and I learned to find relief from moistened fingertips sliding beneath my panties. Most of what I knew of sex I learned from other kids until I had to write a paper on human reproduction in my junior year. That was when I first saw porn sites, and erotic literature sites, on the web. From these accidental discoveries and from other more scientifically based information sources, I felt like I had a pretty good idea of what to expect and what was expected of me when the time comes. As it turned out, real life sex was a lot different than what was found on porn sites, but I would learn that well enough when the time came. 

Although we were both 18, Brent was a year ahead of me in school thanks to me having been held back in second grade when I changed schools about five times in one year. We were able to spend one last summer together, although he worked days at the country club as a life guard and I went to summer school so that I could graduate with the next class on time. I didn't realize how his leaving would effect me on an emotional level. The day he shipped out to college, which was several hours away, he kissed me for the first time fully on the lips and I found myself wanting to devour his mouth and tongue, but Allison came down the hall and on hearing her footsteps we broke away. Afterward was a weird mix of emotions that caused me to ask myself "What the fuck was that?" the rest of the day. Brent returned at least once a month through out the year and encouraged me in school so that I could follow him to college, but we never repeated that embrace. It was as though we flirted with releasing sexual tension between us, but both veered away. Never the less, I spent that first night in his absence touching myself and while in the twilight between sleep and awake dreaming of sucking his manhood to climax. These dreams disturbed me and made me feel filthy, but I could not stop thinking thoughts of him. 

As my reputation as a prude expanded; I still wouldn't "put out" on dates, I slowly stopped getting asked out so that by the time of my senior prom I had no date at all. Ironically it was at this time that I feel I looked my best; confident, fit, fashionable, even sexy. All guys at school stared as I walked by, I could feel their eyes undressing me and while it flattered me, none dared approach. As the prom was on a Saturday I entertained the idea of asking Brent to take me, but it felt awkward asking him to come all the way home just for that. I actually didn't care that much about it anyway, but Allison stressed that it was one of those memories one keeps for the rest of their lives and insisted that I go, whether I had a date or not. She also spoke to Brent and I suspect as a result he asked his friend Danny to ask me to go as his date. I had know Danny almost as long as I had known Brent although we weren't close. He was Brent's only male friend still at the school and he too would graduate that year. He didn't have a reputation like Brent did, but he did tend to date the girls that Brent had already been with. I guess Brent's cast offs were better than he could find on his own. 

In the weeks before, Allison and I shopped for the perfect dress as this was terribly important to her. I felt like her life sized Barbie as had me try on outfit after outfit. We finally settled on an emerald green dress that matched my eyes and was fitted to the waist then flowed out to knee length. It was lace with an opaque satin underlay that, with matching shoes and a simple strand of pearls over the low cut neck line was simply beautiful on me. The day of the prom meant a trip to the beautician for hair and nails, then an hour of applying make up. Finally before getting the gown on, Allison presented me with my first stockings and garter belt, also in emerald green. These matched a thong and push up bra that she also gifted me. She explained that the thong wouldn't show panty lines and ruin the look of the dress, though I wondered what sort of lines would appear because of the garter belt. I blushed at the overt sexiness of the underthings, and told her I would be more comfortable with either pantyhose or just not wearing any hosiery at all, but she insisted that a woman was only as beautiful as she felt. 

I told her no one would know what I was wearing under the dress, but she simply said "True Jessica, but you will know. This is your night be beautiful and I want you to always remember how stunning you are."

"You have made me feel beautiful, ever since I came here" I said with tears welling in my eye.

"Oh now, don't you dare cry and ruin your mascara!" Allison said, then continued "I knew you were special since you came into our lives. I always wanted to adopt you, you know that don't you?"

"Yes, and that's okay, I think of you and Dr Anderson as the parents I never had. You've made me so happy." I replied.

She hugged me, dried my eyes with a tissue, then said "You have come so far in the last two years, but just look at you, you're amazing, bright, gregarious, everything a young woman should be. Now get dressed or your date will leave without you!"

It took a few minutes to figure the garter belt out, and then a few minutes more to figure out how I would pee if I had to, but soon enough I was standing in front of the full length mirror in my room admiring the work of the beautician, the designer, and, more importantly, Mrs Anderson and myself over the last two years.

"Damn, I'm really hot" I thought. "If I were a guy, I'd fuck me. Hell, I want to fuck me and I'm a girl" I laughed to myself. At this time I never planned on having sex that night, Danny was after all just a friend and while I thought the concept of virginity was over rated, I did harbor the notion that the first time should be special. Danny was nice enough, but he wasn't special like Brent.

"Damn" I thought, "Why am I thinking about Brent?" It didn't really matter at that point, but I did wish Brent was there to see me at my very best. 

Danny arrived in his father's Mercedes and we were off, first to have dinner with a couple from school that he knew at one of the area's better restaurants, and then to the country club where our prom was held. There we hung around with people we knew from school, several of which were surprised we were together. I didn't feel the need to correct any impression that we were dating, as it honestly didn't occur to me that that anyone would get that impression to begin with, especially given my reputation. After some small talk with other couples, we danced like the spastic white people we are, and mostly stuck to slow numbers. Danny liked slow dancing with me, I think because it gave him an opportunity to press against my breasts and let his hand rest on my hip, as well as occasionally slip down to my posterior. More than once I felt his manhood stirring against my belly, and I confess this caused me some arousal. No doubt my fingertips would get a work out once I got home.

About midnight the party began to break up. Danny took me by the hand and walked to the car, and like a gentleman opened the door for me. As we had arrived late we had parked quite a ways from the door, and by the time we got to the car most vehicles were gone. It was dark and the light of the moon, I confess, was quite romantic. When Danny leaned across the seat to kiss me, I did not resist, rather I leaned into him and met him at the middle of the front seat. We kissed like this for what seemed an eternity, my jaw was starting to tire after a bit, but as his hand slide up my dress and cupped my breast I couldn't say stop. A fountain of juices sprung from my loins as though finally released from years of self imposed repression, I drew away from his mouth and found myself panting to catch my breath. 

Danny pawed at my breast with inexperienced roughness and although a more delicate, studied hand would have been a great improvement, I could barely resist his clumsy advance. I leaned back against the door and sighed as he tugged the strapless top of my gown down exposing the bra which he then tugged down with some difficulty exposing my breasts to the cool night air. At once he was upon them sucking and squeezing them as though he was a man starved. 

"Your tits are beautiful" he said between turns of sucking first on one, then the other. This appeared to be the limits of his conversational ability at the moment, and I confess I wasn't really listening anyway. 

I softly moaned as his tongue swirling around my sensitive nipples was a definite improvement over his hands. We continued like this until his left hand slid up my right leg, past the top of my stockings. When his finger found the bare skin of my thighs we both moaned and I without thinking, almost by reflex opened my legs. He quickly continued to my now drenched panties, which he deftly tugged to one side letting my hot wet slit feel the cool air. As it was the start of bikini season I was already waxed smooth down there. The aroma of my sex filled the car, not over powering, but more than it ever hand when I fingered my slit alone in my room. A finger entered me, causing me to gasp, and it was soon joined by another sliding in and out of me. His thumb, perhaps by accident, rested on my clit and I began to thrust my hips, pressing that most sensitive spot against him. Another wet finger curled under me and pressed against my anus which was wet from the juices dripping from me. It slide in and the discomfort was like an accent on the furious sexual feeling raging through me. 

"You like that don't you Jessie?" he asked but all I could muster was a soft moan that could be heard over the slurping of his mouth on my tits, which were burning as if on fire, and the wet noise of his fingers sliding in and out of my hot dripping pussy, and my moans of ecstasy as I began to cum.

"Oh fuck!" I finally said as I felt the electric spark of ecstasy from my breasts, through my stomach and into my wet cunt. "Shit! Fuck! Damn!" I shouted incoherently as wave after wave of pleasure coursed throughout me, my hips bucking furiously against his fingers, I knew not how many were now in me, my vagina spasming and squeezing them as hard as he had previously manhandled my breasts, my pussy feeling like it was literally pumping out juices until the feeling finally subsided into the warm glow of post orgasm. 

I looked at Danny with cloudy eyes, thankful for the pleasure he had given me, and seeing him in a new light. Okay, so he wasn't as good looking as Brent, "Why was I thinking of Brent?" I wondered, but he was nice enough and he just gave me my first orgasm that wasn't self induced. This to me was a moment of great intimacy and I looked longingly into his eyes. 

Then he licked my juices off his fingers, which was, honestly, kind of gross. 

Still, I smiled, thinking there may be a future to this relationship, school was almost over and I could refocus, at least for the summer, on myself and for once in my life having a good time. I pulled my bra and gown back into place and as I did so Danny, who was looking forward and didn't notice my replacing my boobs, arched his back and I heard the distinct noise of his zipper coming down.

The noise was like a cold splash of water on my face. I knew at once I wasn't ready to fuck him. It was just our first date after all, surely he didn't think he could fuck me on our first date. But he rolled leaned over the seat again and this time pulled himself on top of me, his cock in his hand as he guided it under my dress. "I don't have a condom, I hope that's okay" he whispered.

"Whoa! Stop!" I said but he continued. I didn't care about the condom as I was still taking birth control religiously, but I knew I didn't want him to fuck me, or anyone to fuck me, in a car, in the country club parking lot, the first time I ever had sex. I pushed on his shoulders to lift him up but it was no use, I was pinned on the seat of the car with my head against the door. I had no leverage to move him as he clumsily stabbed his cock against my thigh as his manhood sought the moist crevice his fingers hand just left. I was able to close my legs some though and he rose up when he realized he would not be entering me that easily. 

"Come on Jessie, you know I need you." he pleaded, "I've just got to make love to you tonight"


The Descending of Jessica Ch. 02



(If you haven't read part one of my memoir you should probably start there)




Brent had surprised me by being home as I had not expected his return from college until the following week. The Andersons had planned a welcome home party for him at that time, and while driving back with Danny I had wondered how I would attend both the party and see Danny again. I needed to attend the party of course, but I also wanted to continue what Danny and I had started that evening in his car outside the prom. The tasted of his penis and cum was still in my mouth and my vag was still moist from the fingering he had given me that made me climax not once, but twice. My breasts were a little sore from his clumsy handling of them and even my anus itched as a reminder of the digits he had slipped in there. As we had driven home I day dreamed while stoking his manhood through his pants of being on my knees in front of him as he drove his meat into my throat and then fucked me for the first time ever. I had hoped this would be the following Saturday, then on seeing Brent in the doorway remembered the party. "Oh well" I thought, "We'll just have to figure something out."

Since Brent was watching, Danny got a good night kiss on the cheek instead of the deep tongue in the mouth lip lock that he deserved. I promised to see him again the next weekend as school would be finished and we would have no more tests to study for. He left with a satisfied smile as I went to the door. I was walking on air and if my feet touched the ground I didn't notice. Brent greeted me with a hug and kiss on the cheek. He seemed worried about something and kept asking if I was okay, and I assured him I was fine.

"Okay, why don't you go on to bed then and we'll talk in the morning. The Andersons are already asleep." He said, his tone filled with concern and worry.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm just tired, get some sleep and we'll talk tomorrow."

I suppose I was a little too focused on my own happiness at the moment to worry about Brent, so I skipped on up to my room, changed into the camisole and pajama bottoms I usually slept in, and climbed between the covers with Danny's cock on my mind and his semen in my stomach. Within minutes the pj bottoms were off and my legs spread as I rubbed my wet clit and pussy into another body contorting orgasm before I finally fell asleep. The last thing I thought of before I began dreaming was wondering if I should let Danny fuck me on all fours with my face down on the pillows and ass in the air, or in the missionary position when I planned to give him my virginity the next weekend. I wasn't completely decided when slumber befell me. 

When I woke there was a note on the fridge from Allison, my foster mother, telling me not to wake Brent and that she and Dr Anderson had gone to church and then shopping and expected to return by five. A glance at the clock told me I had slept late, it was already ten, so I ate breakfast then jumped into a running skirt, which is a short skirt coupled with shorts, a sports bra and tee and went for my regular run in our gated community. I had measured off a mile and a half some time ago and ran the route twice before returning to the house. I didn't really think about Danny, or sex, on the run except that my ass still itched. "Whats that about?" was as close as I came to having the last night or my plans for Danny cross my mind. Once back at the house I finally showered and got cleaned up. Hot water and a good scrubbing of my body made me feel deliciously alive, and coupled with washing my hair made me feel clean again. I imagine this was when Danny's cum was finally and completely rinsed from me. 

As I dried and brushed out my hair my mind wandered back to the evening before and how it had changed me. I had cum hard and someone else had caused it. It made me feel affirmed as an attractive woman. I had began a caring relationship with a nice guy. And I was a cock sucker. This was actually a big deal to me. All the girls I knew at school regularly blew the guys they dated, it was just part of dating these days it seemed, but I never had. Last night I finally joined that group of women, like a rite of passage, by swallowing his manhood and his seed. Jessie, Cocksucker. I almost took pride in the label.

I slipped on some jeans and a tee and went out to do a bit of shopping of my own at the local mall, where I went straight to the lingerie shop. I ran into Cythia, a girl I knew from school who worked there, but the purchases I wanted to make were a little more intimate than just panties and bras, so I avoided shopping for them with her as my sales clerk. I just didn't want someone I know from school that far up into my business as I have always been a very private person. Cynthia asked if I had a good time last night, and I noted a sly smile on her when she did. 

"Oh yes! It was quite a memorable evening." I replied., thinking to myself "If she only knew..."

"That's good, I think proms are over rated and all, but I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." She said as she turned to help another customer, still giving me an odd grin. 

I picked out a white corset and panty ensemble with stockings that I thought would be perfect for me to wear when Danny fucked me in for the first time, and left with my purchases. I took the shopping bag to my room, as Allison and I regularly made purchases of underthings there I had no reason to hide it, and in any event the Andersons were still out. I heard the tv on downstairs, so Brent was finally awake, the sleepy head. I bounced down the stairs happy I could finally talk to my best friend and find out how school went for him and catch up. As I had drifted from foster home to foster home, Brent was the first guy I had really bonded with. He too was a foster kid, taken in by the Andersons, but unlike me, they were able to adopt him. My mother had never "surrendered" me and now that I was 18 it was moot. Brent had helped my with my homework, and my life, throughout my junior year, and during that time we had bonded. While we were often flirtatious, only once did we even kiss, and that was when he had left for college the year before. That said, you who have read the first chapter of my story know that my thoughts often drifted to him on those nights when my fingertips found their way into my pjs.

Brent had heard me as I came down the stairs and had risen to meet me. I nearly jumped on to him as I threw my arms around his shoulders, expecting him to return my hug, but when his arms merely gently encircled me I knew something was wrong. 

"Aren't you happy to see me?" I asked.

"Oh, you know I am" he said, finally giving me the embrace our absence over the last several weeks deserved. At first he had come home every few weeks from school, but in the spring less often due to his course load being more difficult, or so he claimed. I assumed he had finally starting fucking his way through the girls at his university the way he once did those at our high school, but I had no confirmation of this. I only knew I had missed him, and our talks on the phone were not the same as having him here.

"Then what's wrong? Something wrong with school?" I inquired.

"Jessie, I think you should sit down. I have to show you something, I wish I didn't, but you need to know, and you should sit." He said, his concern spreading to me in the form of a knot rising in my stomach. 

"What is it?" I demanded, standing my ground and not sitting. 

"Uh, well, what did you do last night?" He asked sheepishly.

"You know, I went to the prom with your friend Danny, we dance" was all I got out before Brent interrupted.

"He's not my friend. He's a jerk, always has been. The little bastard used to follow me around until I told him to fuck off. I wish you hadn't gone with him, Danny's a complete piece of shit." Brent said.

This pissed me off. I didn't know if he was jealous or what, but Danny was my boyfriend now and he had no right to talk about him that way. And if he was jealous, so what? Brent was like a brother to me, nothing else. He had no right to be jealous. I glared at him before shouting "You have no right to talk about him like that, he's a nice guy!"

"Jessie please! Sit down!" Brent demanded.

"No. Fuck you! I'm not talking to you until you apologize." I coldly said.

Brent took out his iPhone, opened the screen and went to messages. He then opened one, handed it to me, and said "Play the attachment."

I snatched it from him angrily. It was a video attachment, so I just had to press play. 

At once, my moans came from dark phone, then the light increased just enough as the film, clearly shot from a camera phone, went across my heaving, naked breasts protruding from the emerald green gown I had worn the night before and onto my face. My lips were open and I was panting, shouting and gasping through the orgasm Danny had fingered me to. I at once knew Danny had taken this while he was finger fucking me. The video ended as my head tossed side to side and my breasts lifted up as my back arced in the height of climaxing. 

I stood there stunned by what I had seen, trying to make sense of it. The video was short, maybe 30 seconds, and too dark for anyone to recognize me unless they knew me and knew what I was wearing last night. So basically everyone at my school. Still I was in shock. "Who had seen this?" I wondered. Exactly how humiliated I should feel I could not know.

"Play the other one." Brent said.

Oh God! There was another one? I flipped back to the message, my whole body shaking in shame and rage, and sure enough there was a second attachment. I hit play on it and in once sense this was less humiliating, but in another it was even more so. This showed the back of my head, my auburn hair shining in the moon light, and it appeared my head was moving up and down. All that could be heard was the soft moans of Danny and the slurping noises of me sucking him off. You couldn't see my face, or his dick, but you could tell what was going on. The video blurred for a second and I couldn't tell why until I realized he had switched hands. The final few seconds of it showed my dripping wet pussy in the moon light. 

At seeing this one, I collapsed on the floor in tears. Brent sat beside me and pulled my head onto his shoulder, stroking his hand through my hair and whispering "It's okay, It will be alright" and other such reassurances while my tear ducts drenched my face and his shirt, and my groans of emotional agony wretched my insides. He carried me to the couch where I spent most of the afternoon in shock. I finally asked "Who has seen this?"

"Most everyone at your school I would guess, but most of them won't recognize you. I got the message from Amber," a girl he used to date, "just before you got home last night, that's why I was so weird when you got here. If that little shit had walked you to the door I would have kicked his ass then. Now I'm going to have to find him."

"Don't. Don't get yourself in trouble over me." I said, amazed with the speed that the video of my indiscretion had spread. I guess everyone loves to see someone like me, with a reputation for purity, fall. 

I was awash in emotions all day, but mainly felt betrayed. I had finally let down my guard and let a man into me, both literally and figuratively, and he abused and betrayed that trust. Late in the afternoon the Andersons arrived home and it was clear that Allison was upset. I had stopped crying at least but my eyes were bloodshot and what mascara was lingering from last night trailed across my face. Allison immediately embraced me and began begging my forgiveness. As it turned out she and Dr Anderson were friends of Danny's parents from the club and she had put Danny up to asking me out. Had she known he was such a "scoundrel" as she called him, she would have never insisted that I go. She had only wanted me to have a night to remember, but not this way. It was clear that from her perspective I was absolved of my actions, even though it was by my own will that I let Danny finger me, and no one made me go oral on him. Still, Allison's placing the blame elsewhere at least partially preserved her image of me, and that was at least a small victory. Later in the day Dr Anderson,who suddenly decided I should start calling him Ron, his first name, talked with me about making better choices and not letting physical urges cloud my judgment, so at least some one in the family considered me to be a responsible adult. I truly felt like I had let them both down, but Roy and Allison never angered at me over the incident, and were very much in my corner. How much I wouldn't learn until Monday.

Okay I know, you didn't' come to an erotic site to hear about my personal problems, so by now you are asking "Where's the hard cocks battering your womb and making you scream Jessie?" I promise they are on their way, after Danny's betrayal I didn't enter a convent, but I just want to tie up the loose ends for anyone that's interested. If you're not interested, just skip down a few paragraphs.

The rest of Sunday was a quiet around the Andersons as we all waited for the other foot to fall as I was sure it would when I returned to school the next day. They, as well as Brent, worried what I would face and offered to make arrangements for me to finish the year at home, but with one exam left, and it scheduled for Monday morning in a cake class I expected to ace, I simply would not give Danny the satisfaction of ruining school for me. And so it was that the next morning promptly at 8 am I walked through the doors of high school for what I then did not know would be the last time. I dressed for the occasion in a fairly sexy sun dress that showed a lot of my long, toned legs, and a cute pair of boots that matched my purse. I had no need for a backpack as my classes had stopped having reading assignments a week prior. As I entered class at the bell I felt the eyes of every student on me, though I could no tell if it was for my provocative attire, or because they had seen the videos and knew I was now a slut. I took the exam without incident and went to my next class, where the instructor lectured and the students doodled. Her final was the previous week and nothing she said now mattered. The rest of the morning went like this too. I spoke to no one, no one spoke to me. The boys undressed me with their eyes, dreaming that it was their lap my face was bouncing on two nights before, and the girls just looked at me with either empathy, which was rare, or more often glee that the class prude had finally gotten her comeuppance. 

At lunch I sat alone in the commons, until out of the blue a girl named Sandy, who I had rarely spoken to in the past, sat beside me without asking. We ate in silence until she said "He did the same thing to me. If you want to talk or anything..." her voice tapered off. 

"I didn't know there were others." I said.

"There are. He makes a game of it. Asks us out, gets us going, films it and sends it to his friends. Yours went everywhere because everyone thought you were a virgin, most of us just a few people saw." Sandy said.

"How many are there?" I asked.

"I don't know. Several. I just wanted you to know you're not alone." she smiled.

We continued in silence until our meals were finished.

"That's life in the suburbs. Always some kinda drama." Sandy said.

I looked up and over her shoulder saw Danny enter the commons. "I'm not from the suburbs. I'm a white trash urban street orphan that some very nice people took in to raise in the suburbs."

"I didn't know that, I always figured you grew up here." Sandy said.

"Most people don't. Danny doesn't. He's about to find out."I said calmly as I stood and waved at Danny with the biggest smile I could muster. "Excuse me" I said to Sandy as I stood and walked towards him.

Danny seemed confused, hadn't I seen the videos? Didn't I know? He saw me walking fast towards him, looking like a million bucks, and had a dumb look on his face as I threw my arms around him in a loving embrace. This further confused both him, and everyone in the commons which was most of the student body. No one knew what to make of me hugging him so romantically. All sat in silence to see what would happen next.

Weapons are forbidden in school. Pencils are not. The first clue Danny had that something was very wrong was the pressure of the sharp lead against his jugular vein. 

"You've made a mistake in thinking I'm like the rest of these girls" I whispered, still smiling for the room to see. "I'm not a nice girl from the burbs. I'm a white trash street urchin and I will cut a bitch that pisses me off. Do you understand? Just keep smiling you dumb fuck. If I see you again, school, church, the mall, graduation even, I will fuck you up. You can get in a lot of trouble for taking pictures like that of a seventeen year old. Once I get done with you the prison sodomites can rape your ass. Don't ever fuck with me again. Got it?" I asked as I increase the pressure, still smiling. 

"Yes. Got it. Sorry." he said smugly.

"Shut the fuck up!" I shouted as I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled as hard as I could while simultaneously swift kicking him with a knee to the groin. My first kick doubled him over, my second caused him to hit the floor. Then I turned the hard tips of those cute little boots to kicking him about the face while screaming at him every vile threat I have ever heard from either my mother or her boyfriends when they fought. His face exploded in blood and a cheer went up from the room as teachers rushed in to grab me and keep me from killing him. "I will fuck you up bitch!" was the last thing the student body heard from their class prude as she she was dragged away by the principal and the football coach. The student body, especially the girls, roared in approval at the vanquishing of the predator that had hid amongst them.

Pandemonium ruled in the Principal's office. Danny's parents arrived and threatened both the school and myself with legal action but were put quiet when told that he might be charged with trafficking in child porn. No one in the school remembered at the moment that I was already 18, and I was in no hurry to correct them. Brent and the Andersons arrived to defend me and by the time it was all sorted out I had my first suspension from school for fighting. I was to be suspended until 6:59 pm Friday night, when I would be allowed to graduate with my class. The Andersons were upset that I had taken to fighting, but understood. When Sandy and several other girls stopped by that evening to see how I was and offer support they were warmly greeted. We became a fairly close knit support group of Danny survivors after that, and they were avenged as much as I was by my actions. When Friday finally came some of the loudest cheers were when my name was read, and Danny had the good sense to not show up. 

Saturday we held a party both for my graduation and Brent's return, and by coincidence that day I received acceptance and funding approval for a state university about an hour from where Brent was attending in Nashville. Until that point it was the happiest day of my life. Roy told me he had pulled some strings to get me a summer job by the pool at the club where Brent was lifeguarding. It was just running a concession stand that sold drinks and snacks but the pay was better than working fast food as the job only existed for member's kids to have something to do in their summers away from college to earn money. Of all the joys of that Saturday this one pleased me most as it would mean I could spend my summer with Brent.

The Andersons took off on vacation and left Brent and I to our own devices for the week as in their eyes Brent was mature enough to be on his own and look after me, and I had no one whose ass I wanted to kick right now. . I started my job on Monday and just rode with Brent. I wore a sun dress and tennis shoes and the lady that trained me told me I could wear a bikini top and shorts if I liked as it got quite hot at the stand. It only took her an hour or so to train me. Alcoholic drinks I ordered up from the bar and were delivered by the staff there, debts were usually on the club membership number, and none of the snacks needed prep. The drinks were either cans of beer or fountain drinks and were also self explanatory. Gail suggested that most days there was little to do but smile and be polite so if I liked I could bring a book and read. From then on I kept my ebook with me filled with my colleges' reading list. 




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 02



Most of the folks at the pool were housewives who had nothing better to do that lay in the sun drinking margaritas and gazing at Brent. I couldn't blame them, if anything his year at college had left him even more toned. He was staggeringly good looking and the women flocked to see him, bringing their kids to splash in the pool With little else to do I also used Brent as eye candy. His long muscular legs, his defined six pack and chest, big strong arms, all just laying there in the sun sweating all day. He was delicious and I found my self getting moist at some of the thoughts I was having. More than once he caught me staring with his steely blue eyes and would stare back until I gave him a smile and he returned it with a grin. Like most of the ladies by the pool I was most drawn to the attractive bulge in the front of his shorts. I began to wonder what he was keeping in there, but he was still like a brother to me, and each lustful thought was pushed to the back of my mind with this realization. Despite this, more than once that day I became uncomfortably moist at the thoughts of what I imagined must be a big cock to make such an impressive bulge. 

"So how was your first day?" Brent asked as we got in the car a few minutes after five to drive home.

"Oh it was fine!" I said, "Just really hot in the concession stand. Gail said I could wear a bikini top and shorts if I wanted to so tomorrow I think I will."

"Oh good" he replied, "that way I will have something to look at too!"

"You have plenty to look at; all those women by the pool were eating you up." I said.

"Yeah, but that chick at the concession stand is the prettiest girl I've ever seen." he smiled.

"You're sweet" I said "too bad you're my brother or I would just eat you up too!"

As the car approached a stop sign on a side street with no traffic, Brent gently but firmly took my hand into his, looked me dead in the eyes, and said "Jessie. I'm not your brother. You know full well how I feel about you."

He stared at me throughout a long, pregnant silence, then looked forward and drove home, still holding my hand in his. In fact, I was completely confused and had no fucking idea how he felt about me. 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know what I mean" was all I got by way of reply.

"No, I mean, do you see me as just another girl? I thought we are family." I stated.

"No I absolutely don't think of you as a just another girl, I've adored you since the day we met and I've never had the courage to tell you. Until now. And we are family in a sense. We're two foster kids that found a great place to land, And I wouldn't trade the Andersons for anything, but even if they adopted you, I could never think of you as my sister."

"Why not?" I asked, almost crying at what I perceived as his rejection of me. 

"Because I would never want to make love to my sister."

When Danny said he wanted to "make love" to me, it ruined the moment. When Brent said the same words, it completed my life. 

I sat in confused silence as we pulled into the driveway. I said nothing as we went in, and although Brent called out after me I walked to my room and the shower that awaited. The water washed away the grit of the day and helped me to focus my thoughts. Brent had always been like a brother to me, even though he wasn't. I now realized all those times he flirted with me that I thought were just innocent words had actually had meaning to him, and he had hoped I would respond. I had blocked him off emotionally in a sense and made him off limits to my desires, even as he had crept into so many of my erotic thoughts. It must have broken his heart when he received the videos of me, and I regretted that I had hurt him in anyway. For two years I had simply ignored his advances, confusing them for acts by a family member rather than actions by a strong, beautiful man. As the warm water ran out and the cold woke me, I realized two things. I wanted Brent to be mine. And Brent wasn't my brother.

I dried my hair and applied make up. I wanted to be as pretty for Brent as I was last Saturday for Danny. It was only fair. 

A knock came at my door, which was locked. "Can I come in?" Brent asked.

"No. I'll be out in a few minutes." I replied. 

"Okay, well... I made some dinner." He said.

"Okay, thanks." I replied.

I put on the only outfit I had that was appropriate for the evening, a cute little sun dress with wedge sandals, and checked my look in the mirror. I looked great, or at least I thought I did. I would find out what Brent thought in a few minutes, and his assessment was the only one that mattered tonight. 

After all the cleaning and primping it was a few minutes after nine when I finally exited my room. I heard the tv on in the family room and knew I would find Brent camped out there. I crept quietly down the stairs and walked in surveying the room for the remote, which was on the arm of the couch beside Brent. I walked over and picked it up and turned the set off. I stood in front of him looking him over. He too had showered to wash the grunge and sun screen off,and now was barefoot wearing khaki shorts and a light blue tee. He was almost too sexy for words to my eyes.

"We need to talk." I began.

"Okay."

"What did you mean earlier?" I asked.

"When?"

"You know when. When you said I wasn't your sister and that you adored me since we met." I replied.

"Hmmmm" He thought, his eye looking up to me searching for my intentions. "I meant that I don't think there is anything wrong with us being romantically involved. And that I want to be romantically involved. With you." he finally added.

"Since I moved in you have fucked half my high school. If you adored me so much why were you doing that?" I pointedly asked.

"Well, you ignored me. I guess at first it was to get you jealous enough to do something, then it was because it was apparent you didn't feel the same way and its not like I had anything better to do. If it's any consolation"

"Its not." I interrupted.

"I always dumped them because they weren't you. You were always the one." He finished.

"If we were involved, how do I know I could trust you?" I asked.

"You don't. You can only have faith that I love you, because I do, and because I always have, and know that I would never hurt you. Never. And have confidence that of all the women in the world, none compare to you." He said.

I thought about this for a moment. He was right, there were no guarantees in life, but you have to take chances. I remember reading that a ship in harbor is safe, but that's not what ships are for. My heart was safe while I was single and unattached, but I was meant to be in love with Brent.

"Do you know how many times in the last two years I have laid in bed upstairs, thinking of you, and touching myself?" I asked.

"Probably about as many times as I have laid in bed, thinking of you and jacking off." he replied matter of factly. 

The thought of him jacking off actually turned me on. I meditated on it for a moment and decided it was time I found out, one way or the other, what Brent and I were to each other. 

I looked away, gathered my thoughts, and looked back directly into Brent's steel blue eyes. My hands began a the top button on the sun dress and I slowly unbuttoned them down, until I could not reach the last two with out bending over. Instead I pulled it up, which caused it to open just a teasing amount. Brent caught a flash of white under neath it as I undid the last two buttons before letting it fall open and from my shoulders. I stood before him in the white corset I had gotten the previous Sunday, with a white thong covering my privates. My long legs were made to appear even more so by the wedges, and were covered with white thigh highs held in place by straps that came down from the corset. My breasts were open to his view as I wore no bra and the corset lacked one. My quarter sized, dark pink nipples were erect from the excitement of my brazen actions. 

His eyes averted from mine and went to my body instead. I watched as he scanned me up and down, taking in the treasures I was offering him. I cupped my breasts and twirled my nipples between my thumb and forefingers and moved my feet to a more open stance as he watched. A soft moan escaped his throat as he saw how perky and delicious my tits looked, and another when he notice my swollen clit protruding from the slit on my cleanly shaved mound.

I walked towards him and reached out to grasp his shirt which I tugged. He took the hint and removed it. As he pulled the shirt over his head, I knelt at his feet. I reached for his belt, unbuckled it, undid the closure at the waist and unzipped his shorts. As I reached to the waistline to tug them down I looked at him and asked, "Do you know how long I've dreamed of this?"

"Uhh" he mumbled as his cock was released from its confines. It was at least twice as thick as Danny's a few inches longer, and still not hard. I gasped audibly as it sprung forth. This was the cock I was supposed to be with, it was like meeting a new best friend for the first time.

I hadn't really planned this out very far, but I had figured on starting with a blow job like the one I had given Danny. It was clear though that Brent's dick was nothing like Danny's. I leaned forward and opened my mouth, extending my tongue, and tasted him for the first time. A salty taste filled my mouth with it's deliciousness, and I took the whole head in. Just the head was larger than a golf ball and his shaft was so thick my fingers didn't meet when I reached around it. I could use both hands to stroke it and the head would still be exposed. It made me salivate and my pussy burned with a fiery lust. I licked around the head, flicking my tongue back and forth on the bottom where the head meets the shaft. I had read this was the most sensitive spot and my research was rewarded with a throbbing erection in moments. I then noticed his balls down there all alone at the bottom of the shaft, and lowered my mouth to suck one, then the other in, giving them each a hot wet kiss as a way of saying hello. He smelled fresh and clean from the shower and his balls were deliciously salty. From there I slowly dragged my wet tongue up the bottom of his shaft, lingering wherever a vein crossed as he moaned his approval. The loudest approval came when I reached that spot between the head and the shaft and flicked my tongue back and forth while my hand began slowly pumping his shaft gently. This spot got a final wet kiss and I literally sucked on it while my the tip of my tongue fluttered upon it before I swirled my wet mouth around the rim of the head, flicking my tongue back and forth as I went. A drop of pre cum appeared oozing from the tip and I tasted it. Bitter and salty, but not unpleasant. 

From his moans and the appearance of that drop of golden fluid I knew he was ready, so I engulfed his head in my mouth and sank three to four inches of shaft along with it. It was only about half his cock, but it was all my mouth and throat would allow. I hoped it was enough to please him. I began to bob my head up and down on his meat, keeping my mouth wet and guarding my teeth from grazing his skin, As I did so I sucked as hard as his huge cock would allow and pumped the shaft with my hand. I began fucking his cock with my mouth, and in turn he began thrusting his hips in rhythm to my fellatio. Brent lovingly ran his hand through my hair as I fucked him with my mouth, then suddenly lifted his hips and groaned. I pulled his cock back so that I could hold the head in my mouth and lick that sensitive spot on the bottom just as he groaned, and I felt his member swell as the first splash of cum rushed through it and into my hungry waiting mouth. Load after load of hot, sweet jism he pumped into my mouth and throat, and I whorishly swallowed each and every drop. He came so much I thought I might drown, I never imagined there would be so much. His cum was wonderful, I wanted more and more of it, so I pumped his shaft and licked the head while he groaned his protestations. I wanted his balls to empty all their sweet gooey sauce into my mouth so I could savor it, I was like an addict craving another fix, only my addiction was his semen. 

Finally he ran dry. I noticed at last how sensitive he was after his orgasm, something that hadn't occurred to me. Everything I did to the head of his cock seemed to cause him to almost have a seizure of ecstasy. I had been so focused on draining his cum from him I had not realized the pleasure it was causing him. This was a happy effect I knew I wanted to repeat over and over again. With one more hard suck on his head, I released him, looked into his eyes, and said "No more jacking off. You're not to waste one drop. You understand?" I teased as I stroked his softening member.

"Yes mamm" he said as he sat up and reached under my arms to lift me, "Now come here."

I stood with his assistance and he cupped my perky C cups with his hands. "Your tits are amazing" he said. 

Yep, he was a real romantic poet.

His hands tweaked my nipples gently and the fire in my loins began to burn even hotter. Already my panties were moist with my goo, and the more he massaged my breasts the wetter I got. His hands slid down the corset as he mumble his approval for the outfit I had chosen, and he slowly tugged my panties down, until he stopped, confused by the straps on the corset that held the stockings. 

"How do I take these off? He asked.

"Good question" I said my panties down to the point that my pussy was almost, but not quite exposed. I pulled them back up so as to get them out of the way for a moment and showed him how the sliding things that held the straps to the stockings worked. "I think you take these off first."

"Okay" he said as he went to work unsnapping the remaining three. Then, in triumph, he pulled my thong down, exposing my wet, bare pussy. "Oh my" he said, as he leaned forward and kissed me right on my clit, his lips and tongue sending an electric shock of pleasure throughout me. 

Okay, so from my previous research I had seen some porn where lesbians lick each other, and where men also lick women, but I honestly thought that was something that just happened in porn. Surely no one would stick their face down into a woman's wet, nasty junk and lick it in reality I thought. This was part of the over all learning curve for me and a distinctly pleasurable part. Brent's tongue would flick back and forth across my clit, then he would attempt to lick me further back, toward my dripping hole, but had difficulty doing so with me standing. I placed my hands on his head and shoulder for balance and placed one foot on the couch to give him better access, and while it felt good it was making me hot without satisfying me. Just as I was about to lose my balance he stopped, stood up and kissed me. I could taste my own tangy juices mixing with the salty sweet taste still in my mouth from him as he held my body against his. 

"Can I try this a different way?" he asked.

"You can do anything you want." I replied with a smile as he moved behind me. I notice his cock was beginning to swell again and thought this might be the moment. I was ready for Brent to take me and use my pussy for his, and our, pleasure.

Instead, he knelled behind me with his hands gently nudged my legs apart. One knee ended up on the couch at first and he asked me to bend over. I obediently complied, still expecting his cock to enter me at any moment. 

His tongue stabbed into my asshole and I gasped as every nerve on my body awoke at once. He swirled his tongue around my tight anus, igniting every nerve there and starting a fire that spread throughout my loins. Then he slid his tongue down the slit of my pussy, slowly until he reached my clit where he licked and sucked for a minute or two before reversing the process and sliding his tongue back to my ass. I quivered in anticipation as he toyed with my rectum using his tongue and lips. Soon I was on all fours on the couch, my face pressed into a pillow as he slowly ate my pussy and ass sending shivers up my spine and throughout my body. My tits felt like they were on fire as I squeezed my nipples each time he sucked my clit or invaded my ass with his tongue. I moaned approval at every action he took and I slowly turned into a gooey mess of sexual desire. I began rocking my hips back and forth as a unconscious reaction to what he was doing, and when I did he slide his thumb into my pussy while two fingers rested on my clit. In this position he rocked his hand back and forth and the orgasm within me began to build. My movements became more violent as I approached the edge, and that was the point when his mouth returned to my asshole, his tongue pressing itself into it as it relaxed and let him enter. I came. 

At first I was so focused on his tongue and the taboo feeling of where it was that I barely noticed, but then a second wave hit me and it was as if I gushed juices while I thrashed about. His fingers on my clit were replaced by the sucking and licking of his mouth which fed the fire of my convulsions, and he pressed first one, then the other, wet finger into my ass. While I came all over his face he explored my rectum, and it was not uncomfortable at all. If anything my body welcomed it as its presence was just another part of the new sensations I was feeling. I would have swore my body came on his face, literally pushing juices from my spasming cavern. I had never cum so hard, and, as I had with Brent earlier, he did not stop once my orgasm did. Brent continued to lick my hot, wet slit even after he had pulled his fingers from me. I collapsed and rolled over, and only then did he let my hypersensitive cunt alone. 

Brent sat beside me and I lay my head on his shoulder. His cock was not really hard, and not really soft. I wanted to touch it so without asking I reached down and began gently stroking it. It felt as natural as holding hands. We relished the quiet together as we caught our breath and returned to earth. At some point I realized that while I was stroking his shaft he was gently massaging my breast. It was so natural I could not tell you when he started.

"Wow." I said finally, breaking the silence.

"Wow indeed" he replied.

"I can't believe I gave you a blow job and I hadn't even kissed you."

"You kissed me last fall" he said, and I knew that kiss was as memorable to him as it was to me, still I thought...

"I don't think that one counts." I giggled looking up at him.

"Well, we kissed before I went down on you." he replied with a smile.

"True. I can't believe you kissed me after I let you cum in my mouth. I can't believe you licked me down there, I always thought that was something they do in movies, not real life." I said.

"Really? You didn't know guys like to eat girls?"

"Is that what its called? Eating? I've heard of that, never knew what it meant." I said, truthfully. 

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, you can ask me anything." I said.

"Did you mind me, uh, you know, uh, fingering" he stammered before I interrupted

"Fingering my ass?" I finished for him, smiling.

"Uh, yeah, finger fucking your ass."

"No, it was kind of nice. I think your tongue loosened it all up. It felt....interesting." I said. 

Brent was quiet a long time while his cock continued to grow hard in my loving hand. Finally he said "do you think we could try having sex back there sometime?"

I could imagine no way his penis would fit into my ass, under any circumstances, and if it did it sounded unbearably painful. But the night had been so good I didn't want to say no.

"Maybe, but first don't you think you should take me upstairs?"

"Why baby?" he asked.

"So you can fuck me in the pussy. I'm tired of being the only virgin in this town."



The Descending of Jessica Ch. 03



You might want to check out the first two chapters of my saga before you read this one to get my back story. Or you might want to just read this one as it is shorter and gets to the nasty stuff quicker. Your choice!




We almost didn't make it upstairs. After giving Brent the hottest cum sucking blow job I knew how, and after he ate me and tongued my ass and pussy to orgasm we were both sated, but still aroused. I suggested, or rather demanded, as I stroked his hardening cock, that he come upstairs and fuck me properly. I had graduated high school only days before, made a terrible mistake with another guy at our prom (see chapter I), then found that the love of my life was in the same foster home that had raised me the last two years. I now wanted to give him my virginity, but not here in the family room on the couch, but in a bed, properly, and I had decided that I wanted it missionary style, face to face. I know this seems a bit traditional, but I was a traditional kind of girl. I didn't think Brent would begrudge me this small request, as I had already insinuated that he could otherwise do whatever he wished to my body. This time, I wanted to watch him, and kiss him, and hold him, as he entered me and filled my womb with his hot seed. 

I stood and gathered my discarded thong and dress which caused me to bend over in front of Brent and I was rewarded for this display with the slap of his hand on my firm, taunt ass. I stood and faced him, grinning and said "Cut it out!, but I giggled at his playfulness. "Two can play that game" I thought and I reached forward and grabbed his hardening cock, still moist from the attentions I had given it what seemed only minutes before, and pulled until he had to stand. 

"Come on, we need a bed now." I said firmly as he gathered his cloths and followed me. I was half way up the stairs, with him on my heels, when his hand gently grabbed my hip to stop me mid stride. He leaned forward, his face level with my tush, and gently ran his hot, wet tongue up the crevice of my back side. It tickled, and my butt involuntarily squeezed tight denying him further access.

"Ow" I gasped, not from any pain, in fact it was quite pleasurable, but certainly it was a surprise. "You seem to like my ass" I said to him, as I turned and smiled.

"Your ass is amazing, I can't stop thinking about it." Brent confessed.

"Years of running paid off I guess." I replied. I was about to continue up the stairs when he leaned forward again, this time gently kissing along the crevice on each side of cheeks. My face felt immediately hot and flushed, and my clit began to tingle as my pussy moistened. This time I grabbed the stair rail and leaned forward to give him more access. He took advantage of it immediately as his tongue began to circle my anus making me gasp with pleasure. Minutes before he had licked and fingered me to a mind numbing orgasm, but that was mostly eating my pussy, this time his sole focus was on my nasty pink asshole. He licked it, kissed it, even sucked on it, and I found myself on my knees on the staircase, my hands reaching behind me to pull my cheeks apart to give his mouth total access to this taboo opening. I had never thought of my anus as an erogenous spot, but he had discovered it for me. I began panting and moaning as his tongue began to penetrate this other hole, and my body relaxed to let him in. His finger and thumb began circling my clit and as soon as they did, he tongue fucked my ass and I bucked my hips against him as I came. 

I was just catching my breath when he stopped his oral attentions to my butt. I wanted him now more than ever and my pussy was dripping juices onto the carpet. He stood behind me and I felt his warmth as he hovered over me. I waited in anticipation for him to slide his rigid manhood into my sloppy wet snatch, but instead he pressed the head against my anus and began to push.

The pain was instantaneous and agonizing. 

Brent managed to get the head and some of his hard shaft in the second before my body revolted and expelled him from my bowels. "Arrrgggggggrrrraaaa" I screamed as I pushed away from him and crawled up a couple of steps before "Not there!!" I shouted at him as I rolled over and crawled backwards up the stairs the last couple of steps. Tears were welling up and my sphincter felt like it had been destroyed by the sudden stretching of his cock violently entering my rectum.

He stood with his rock hard cock in his hand, the first several inches covered in what I assumed was my ass juice, "I'm sorry, I thought you would like it. I want you so bad and I don't have any condoms, so I did it that way so you wouldn't get pregnant." he said with genuine sorrow in his voice.

"Listen" I said, trying to sound loving but still in pain, "If I want you to fuck my ass, I will say, "Brent, please fuck my ass." Otherwise you are free to fuck my pussy, my mouth, my armpits, wherever else you want. I'm yours. Heart and soul. But don't do that again unless I say so. Also, I'm on birth control. Allison got it for me clear up my skin two years ago and I take it every morning. So we're pretty safe as far as that goes. Right now, I need you to wash that thing up," pointing at his cock "and meet me in my bed room. Okay?"

"Okay, I'm sorry" he said, and sincerely meant it. "Its just your ass is so spectacular, I want it so bad." He continued.

"That's okay," I said. "Maybe sometime when I'm ready. Right now, I need something else." I couldn't stop staring at his dick. There was a good 4 or 5 inches of it moist with my anal juices, did I really take that much of him up the butt?

"How much of that did you put in me anyway?" I asked, now grinning.

"About to here" He pointed to where the wetness stopped. "It went in easy, but then I ran into something inside and you screamed and pulled away."

Gross. I didn't even want to think about what he had ran into as at this point I didn't know people even had an inner sphincter. "Damn, that's a lot of dick. Well, go wash it up. I want it clean if you think I'm ever going to suck on it again." I smiled. 

"Yes mamm." he said, grinning at the thought of my mouth on his cock once more.

We bounded up the stairs, me to my room and him to the shower. As my room had its own bathroom I should have just invited him to use it instead of the one in the hall, but it didn't occur to me and this gave me a chance to straighten the sheets and comforter as well as fluff the pillows before running back down stairs to pour us both some apple juice. I returned to the room and laid on the bed, my knees slightly lifted, and slowly fingering my clit to moisten myself again. I turned off the overhead and the only light was from a small bedside reading lamp that I faced down and towards the wall to give the room a dim, romantic glow. It was the best I could do under the circumstances. 

I lay on the bed thinking of Brent and our future together. Although we had been a couple for probably less than two hours, I could not imagine life without him. We had been so close the last two years and his words this afternoon had opened my eyes to my feelings toward him. In the short time since I had given myself to Brent in every way except one, and I was was waiting anxiously for that now. We had the summer together, but the Andersons would be returning from vacation on Saturday, so we only had the rest of this week to openly express ourselves. I didn't think it would be good for our foster parents to know we were involved, especially given Allison's opinion on purity in young ladies. So after this week we would have to hide ourselves away. In the community it would be much the same. While I had no plan to hide my affections, it made no sense to advertise them through public displays of affection and bring scandal to the Anderson's home. I hoped Brent felt the same way. Fortunately the Andersons had planned several trips this summer, including two weeks in Europe in July and a trip to Orlando just before Brent and I went to college. We wouldn't be going to Europe with them so we could be naked and chase each other around the house then. We would be in Orlando, and there probably would be some space for affection there, but rooms there are expensive so it would be celibate in all likelihood. Many evenings the Andersons went out to dinner and I figured Brent and I could make excuses to stay in for a quickie on a lot of those occasions. Once we were off to school it actually got easier as we would only be an hour or so apart. Mine was actually closer to Nashville than his engineering college, but it was a drive that could easily be made round trip in a evening. All is all, I liked our future. Then I realized how stupid it was to be planning for us to be together when so many relationships fail, and a knot rose in my stomach of doubt. I heard the shower cut off and the knot grew larger. Was I really ready for this? I wondered.

My reservations were cast aside moments later when Brent entered the room and shut the door. He was damp from the shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist which he let drop to show his magnificent cock. He was still semi hard, but not as erect as he had been on the stairs when he entered my ass. He approached the bed and had one knee on it when I reached out and took his member into my hand. "Did you wash it really good?" I asked.

"Yes mamm." he said sheepishly as he was reminded, inadvertently, of the mistake he had made my entering my anal canal without permission on the stairs. I was of a mind to forgive. 

"Lets see" I said, still laying on my back as I slid my body across the bed and took his cock into my now re hydrated mouth. My head slid over the side of the mattress and I saw the world, and Brent's cock, upside down, but lifted it to my lips and licked the underside of the head.

"Mmmmm" I moaned as I engulfed the soapy tasting head. "Tastes like dick, not ass." I giggled as I stroked his shaft with my hand. "You did a good job" I concluded as he looked down at my face, and then my body as I took his now hardening meat into my mouth in this awkward position.

"Ohhhh" he groaned as he moved his hips forward and slid his cock over my lips and past my mouth, the shaft going deep into my throat. 

I didn't gag, and this surprised me as his balls touched the tip of my nose and I realized I had swallowed his entire length. I had accidentally discovered a way to suck all of him, and this made me deliriously happy. I played with the shaft against my tongue and tried swallowing, but my esophagus would not allow itself to squeeze too hard against him. Although I had him all in my mouth and throat and was comfortable with it, I couldn't' do anything to his cock to help him to cum. That second discovery was a disappointment until he pulled his shaft out until his head was back in my mouth, letting me lick it a bit before he slid it all back in. A trail of saliva trickled down my face as he began fucking my throat. It occurred to me that I had no way to get out of this position, but at the moment I didn't want to anyway. I allowed him to take his pleasure from my mouth and he began pumping me harder and faster. 

Brent reached down my body, stroking my breasts as his hands went by, and began fingering my cunt. I know some folks don't like the word "cunt" but in some situations there is no better word to describe the swollen slit leaking hot sexual juices between my legs. He leaned forward in an attempt to lick me again, but with his member firmly sliding in and out of my throat he could reach no farther than my naval, which he licked and sucked. It tickled but would never take me over the edge. 

I began to taste the bitter pre cum in my mouth after several minutes and decided that this had to stop. This batch of semen was meant to go somewhere else, so I touched his lower abs and pushed gently and he correctly took this as a sign to pull out. Saliva covered his dick, and there was just as much dripping down my face and into my hair. I had never dreamed sex could be so messy. I rolled over and sat up on my knees, grabbed a pillow and wiped the spit from my face with it as I had not thought ahead to have towels ready. I flipped the pillow over and replaced it where I had picked it up, then finally looked at Brent who was still standing by the bed. His cock was rock hard and soaked with my spit. It shined in the dim light and I wanted it in me more than ever.

"You ready for this?" he asked.

"Yes, more than anything." I said as I lay back on the bed and opened my legs showing him my dripping wet pussy as I slowly fingered my clit. 

He climbed on the bed and over me as I opened my legs further for him to enter me. He rested his weight on one hand that was beside my head while he guided his cock to my pussy with the other. I reached down to help him as I looked lovingly into his eyes and taking his shaft slid the head down from my clit to where my vagina awaited him. I pushed my hips gently forward as he pushed himself in, finally taking from me the virgin status I so wanted to give up to him. 

I had always heard there was a bit of pain involved, but my hymen was gone years ago from tampon use and my own wandering fingers, and I was so wet with anticipation and desire that his cock slide right in. I gasped in pleasure as the muscles surrounding my pussy seized onto his invading meat, and he stopped to let me adjust. He pulled back just ever so slightly and my body relaxed, then he continued his journey to the depths of my womb. Finally he was all in. Here he rested a bit, letting me adjust to the warm feeling of his hard cock entering me and stretching my pussy. I had never felt anything so wonderful and I felt full in a way I had never felt before. I was almost ready to cum right then, and he hadn't even started fucking me. 

Another thing I had heard was that I would only be able to feel the first couple of inches. This turned out to be inaccurate as well. True I could only feel the first couple of inches into me, but once he hit bottom and the tip of his dick pressed against my cervix there was a wonderful sense of pressure there. I was awash with new feelings and trying to take it all in while breathing heavily when Brent began to slide in and out of me. 

Now the feelings magnified. It felt like my pussy was stretched to its joyful limits, like anymore would be painful, but just enough was ecstasy. The top of his shaft, still wet with my saliva and now wet with my pussy juices dragged against my clit and the sensitive lips of my vag with each stroke. Every time he was all the way in a nice thumping of my cervix occurred, and every time he pulled back I felt as if I would cum at any second, 

I began bucking my hips against him, trying to squeeze his cock with my pussy muscles with each stoke to milk the seed from him., I was out of my mind, delirious with pleasure when after a few minutes I felt he familiar tingling in my gut that told me the sweet release of orgasm approached. I tried to kiss him but we were breathing so heavily it wasn't possible to for very long. I was thrashing about, calling out his name, speaking in tongues for all I knew when the first wave of climax hit me. I lost all control and very nearly lost consciousness at that moment. I was a woman awash in her orgasm and didn't know what I was doing. My body took over and spasmed as I continued to cum. My legs wrapped tightly around Brent as my pussy went crazy and squeezed and milked him with a mind of its own. My juices trickled out like a stream and drizzled across my ass and down on the sheet. My eyes saw his nipple on his muscular chest and I was driven by a sudden desire to suck on it. I wanted him to cum in me and make me his own, and my body fucked him back as hard as he was fucking me. Finally my hips heaved forward and my wet slut hole engulfed his meat, driving him hard into my cervix and it felt like I had been punched in the cunt. I gasped as he groaned. I felt his cock swell as he began to pump his cum into me, deep, as it should be. I felt his squirt three or four times. I thought you weren't supposed to be able to feel it, but I was stretched so far that when he swelled up to pump his jizz I could. I also felt the increased wetness as my juices continued to gush out of me.

After a few more strokes, he collapsed onto me, slowly lowering himself and kissing me as he did. We kissed a long time, hungrily, in between gasps for breath. My body tingled all over, I had never experienced anything like this, obviously, and I wrapped my arms and legs around Brent and never wanted to let go. 

We caressed each other gently as he grew soft inside me. I knew he had me completely then, and I knew he was mine. His wet, soft cock fell from me suddenly and with it another gush of our combined juices leaked out. Only then did he roll off of me and onto his back. With great effort I rolled to my side and rested my head on his shoulder. 

"Thank you" I said.

"I should be the one thanking you" he replied.

"Whatever. That was wonderful. I never imagined it would be so good."

I ran my fingertips across his chest mindlessly, and trailed then down to his defined abs as we relaxed in the after glow of our passion. In the dim light I saw his manhood, withered and wet with my juices, laying upon his tummy, with a glowing drop of white cum leaking from it. I could not let it go to waste, and lowered my head down to take him once more into my mouth. His cock was a delicious mix of my tangy fuck juice and his creamy sweet semen and I relished the taste as I milked the last remaining drops from him. I was so relaxed I almost fell asleep with his succulent dick in my mouth. 

As I slurped his waning penis of its last juices he reached my ass with his hand and began lazily trailing a finger up and down my crack. 

"You really like the taste of that cock don't you?" he said, kind of laughing.

"Yes, yes I do." I replied, licking my tongue around the soft velvety head. "And you like my ass don't you?" I asked with a giggle.

"Honey, I love your ass." was his soft reply.

I knew then that somehow, some way, I was going to give it to him.



The Descending of Jessica Ch. 04



You might want to read the chapters in order. Just sayin'.




Brent and I slept through the night. We had fucked ourselves to exhaustion and I had lost track of how many times he had made me cum. I had never slept in the same bed as a man, and after Brent and I shared my first fuck we fell asleep in our juices, my head resting on his shoulder. I was in love and the man I loved had satisfied sexually in ways I could never have imagined before. My sleep was filled with dreams of us together and whatever hormones gave one a sense of joy coursed through my veins. 

Morning unfortunately came and with it, reality. I awoke with Brent spooning me and for a moment I felt as safe and secure in the arms of my beloved as an 18 year old girl could. Just a week before I had made a tragic mistake with another guy (see chapter 1) and then found the love of my life at the foster home we shared (chapter 2). Last night, I gave him my virginity in the most spectacular fashion, and found that he had a penchant for playing with and invading my ass. This morning I woke up in his arms and I felt nothing but love for Brent, well, love and his rock hard erection poking me in the ass. This would not do and I quickly slid away and sat up. Brent was still asleep, so at least this time his cock's attraction to my ass was innocent, unlike last night on the stairwell when he worked me into a frenzy and then stuffed his meat in my rectum uninvited. 

I was reminded of the stairway moments later when I realized just how sore my ass was this morning. It literally ached, and I ran off to the bathroom hurriedly thinking I was about to have an accident, only to have one of the most painful bowel movements ever. Still, there was no blood so I figured I was okay. The soreness remained though, both in my ass and my pussy which had taken quite a pounding the night before. My pussy was different though, it was a good soreness, like one gets the day after a solid outing to the gym. Still, my lips burned ever so slightly raw and would feel tender all day. My pussy lips, not the ones on my face. Oddly enough my jaw was sore, probably from the several blow jobs I gave Brent's generous organ, and my stomach was queasy from skipping sustenance the night before, except for the hot protein Brent had fed me. 

A hot shower revived me, but both my pussy and ass resented the scrubbing they got and protested by expressing themselves through burning irritation as the soap and scrubbie washed them clean. Truthfully I was still oozing so much sex juice from last nights romp that I would wear a panty liner all day. "Oh well," I thought, "I knew what I was getting myself into. No, wait a sec, no one ever tells you about that stuff, like don't try to wear a thong if your boyfriend took liberties with your asshole last night or it will irritate it as soon as you put it on." Panties were called for today. Nice, hip hugger panties. With little hearts. 

My supervisor, Gail, had told me the day before I could work the concession stand by in shorts and a bikini top and that became my uniform of the day, every work day, for the rest of the summer. My make up regime in the morning could be limited to a touch of mascara, some blush, a dash of lipstick, and a liberal spraying of spf 45. I towel dried my hair, pulled in back into a damp pony tail, talcumed my girly parts, and I was good to go. 

Brent was still asleep. 

With an hour and a half until we had to be at work I debated letting him sleep, but I noticed my sheets had enough glistening dried sex juice stains on it that if someone came in with a black light they would have thought the Manson family had visited. They had to be washed, and Brent would have to get his ass out of bed so I could throw them in the laundry. 

"Wake up sleepy head" I melodically whispered in his ear.

He continued to sleep, and the only reaction I got was a grunt.

"Wake up darling" I tried again.

More grunts, but this time he rolled over onto his back, the sheet barely covering him.

The sheet rose like a tent at his waist. Damn, he was still hard. I had heard of morning wood, but having never slept with a guy had no experience with it. I loved his cock and had experienced it in every orifice last night, but I had not seen it, or any other penis, in anything other than dim light. Curiosity got the better of me and I stopped trying to wake Brent, and just pulled the sheet down. His manhood sprung up, free from the confines of high count linens, and stood proudly aimed vaguely towards his stomach. The velvety head was a light plum color and roughly the size of maybe a small nectarine. The shaft was thick, I could not reach around it with one hand, and was covered with angry looking veins the length of its 7 to 8 inches. At the base, his golf ball sized testicles were close to his cock in a nice package. I wanted to suck him right there as I had done the night before, except I knew this would start another session and we would be late for work. Still, I wondered if we could get away with being late for a moment, then I decided to be a good girl friend and follow another course of action. 

I reached for the nightstand where I had a bottle of lotion. I squirted a liberal amount in my hand then smeared it over both, rubbing my palms together to warm it some before I gently grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it up and down. A soft moan escaped from my sleeping man and I gently rubbed my hand up and down. When one hand tired after a minute or two I would switch to the other. After a couple of times with each, more lotion was required and his cock glistened in the light. When I added more lotion, I began using one hand to stroke the shaft, and the other to rub the head. He began bucking his hips slowly as I continued to massage his dick. For the last move I could think of I started one hand at the base and ran it all the way up his shaft then followed with the other the same way so I was constantly pulling in one lotion greased motion up his cock. My pussy became moist and I knew the liner would need to be replaced before we left for work. A drop of golden pre cum oozed out of the tiny hole and the top of his head, and readers of the previous chapters know what a sucker I am for body fluids. "Fuck the lipstick, I could replace that" I thought as I bent over and extended my tongue and licked the head clean of his precious cowpen's fluid.

"Ewww, bad idea" I thought as my mouth filled with the taste of hand lotion.

I sat up again and began jacking him off vigorously. Soon his eyes snapped open as he groaned and raised his hips off the bed. His cock swelled in my hand and hot cum erupted from its head and splashed down on his chest and rock hard abs. A second geyser shot straight up and splashed back down on my hand, while the next several just sort of came out of him maybe an inch before covering his swollen cock head and my hand with white pearly goodness. I again bent over and sucked the head clean of these more copious fluids and fortunately they tasted more like cum than lotion. After I sucked up all the sweet cream from the head of his dick, I sat up, scooped up a finger full of semen from a dollop that landed on his chest, licked it off my finger, and said "Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

"Uhhh, yeah" he mumbled, still in shock from waking up to the orgasm I had just caused. 

"Good, get up, you need a shower and I don't want to be late for work."

"I'll just jump in the pool when I get there" he said. 

Geez, guy's have it too easy sometimes.

I replaced the liner as it was already soaked with my gushy wetness. Brushed my teeth. Again. Fixed my lipstick, Again. Then once Brent was out of bed I pulled the sheets and comforter and threw them in the wash. I wasn't sure what setting to use for "remove cum, pussy juice, ass juice and saliva", you would think they would label machines better, but I figured since the linens were white, bleach, soap and hot water would do the trick. 

Brent fixed breakfast and I was gleefully happy this morning. A new era began in my life and all was well. Then I took my birth control and noticed only one more yellow pill until the iron supplements. Damn. Aunt Flo was coming to visit the day after tomorrow. My biological clock, I just learned, had really bad timing. 

In the extra time I had while Brent cooked, I loaded up my tablet with study materials for a matter I planned to research today. I could use the wifi at work as well, but some of the stuff might be blocked. After eating I brushed my teeth, again. When you live with a dentist you develop certain habits. "Hey! Maybe that is where my oral fixation of the last couple days came from!" I laughed inwardly to myself. 

Breakfast was bacon, eggs, toasted bagels and juice, but I was still queasy from semen, and having ingested more just minutes earlier waved off the solids and had stuck to the juice.

We arrived at work just before nine and I almost had the door open to get out when Brent stopped me.

"Hey Jessie" he said.

"Yeah?"

"I love you. You are so special."

My heart fluttered. 

"I love you too Brent."

"The thing is, if folks at the club find out about us" he began before I interrupted.

"I know. We can't act like we are boyfriend girlfriend, the scandal would ruin Allison." I smiled, before continuing, "But that doesn't mean we aren't. We'll just save it until we get home. Then rape each other. Deal?"

"Deal!" He smiled, "But its not just about sex. It just feels right to be near you and to have you as my partner. Does that make sense?

"More than I would have ever thought before yesterday Brent. I owe you for being brave enough to tell me how you felt. I'm glad you did, and as your reward for courage, you have me. Forever if you want." I replied, then got out of the car before he could say anything to ruin the moment. A tear of joy was welling up in my eye and the folks at the club didn't need to see me crying after the scandals of the last week. 

Speaking of which, as a result of my infamous blow job video, young guys at the club started hanging around the concession stand, and once word got out that Brent was back, more and more girls began wearing their skimpiest swimwear and laying out by the pool. The first of these would begin arriving today, but more would come in the next few weeks as every guy thought he had a chance with the newest hot slut, and every girl wanted a chance with last year's stud. Life in suburbia continued onward.

But this morning I focused on my research and learned a few things. My next plan was accelerated by the pending arrival of my period. As much as I loved Brent, I didn't want him messing around down there during that time of the month. My periods weren't bad really, compared to some girls I knew, usually a couple Tylenol took care of the cramps and the bleeding was only bad for a couple of days. But during that time, I didn't want anyone down there. It was just too messy and private. So, I had to do a few things first. And the more I learned, the more it became necessary to skip lunch except for a protein shake in order to run a couple of errands.

I grabbed the keys from Brent and drove his car to one of the several adult stores that had sprung up in the area for a quick purchase that took longer and was more embarrassing that I had imagined, and I had imagined it would be pretty embarrassing, then by a drug store for a few more delicate items. I stopped by the house quickly and I was back at work in an hour, but was late to reopen the concession stand as I was in the restroom a few minutes longer than I had planned. No one noticed other than Brent, who came over to ask if every thing was alright.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be?" I asked, handing him his keys back. 

"Just wondering, you took off. I had figured on having lunch with you." He said.

"I figured it would be best if we didn't hang out so much when we're here, ya know?"

"Jessie," he whispered, although no one was around the pool to hear him, "Just because they can't know about us, doesn't mean we have to act like we don't know each other."

"I guess you're right, I'm just paranoid I suppose." I replied.

"You sure you're okay? You seem to be in pain."

"I'm fine!" I said emphatically, "just a little sore is all."

He accepted this explanation without questioning why, as he thought he knew already. In fact I was in discomfort for a completely different reason, but he didn't need to know that yet. About 4 o'clock I took a couple of ibuprofen to help with the soreness I was feeling, and was happy to shut down the concession and leave work. I was feeling a bit better, if for no other reason than I could finally get home, and the ibuprofen was kicking in. Brent and I walked out together and as much as I wanted to hold his hand while we did, and I almost absent mindedly reached for his, we couldn't show our affections lest the world know. 

Once at the car I signed and said "I'm glad that day's over."

Brent remained silent until we were out of the parking lot, then took my hand and asked "Honey, are you sure you're okay, I'm worried about you. You seemed like you were hurting all day, did I, I mean, did we tear something up?" His voice was almost tearful with concern. 

I smiled and replied, "Yes, I'm fine, I just had to take care of a couple errands at lunch and it hasn't been really pleasant since then, I did some research online this morning about something I wanted to surprise you with tonight and it turned out to be less comfortable than I had hoped for, I'm fine, I'm not hurt in any way, I promise."

"Why would you hurt yourself to surprise me?" he exclaimed, and his tone ticked me off.

"I didn't hurt myself, its just not very comfortable to wear a silicon plug all afternoon to relax my ass so you could do me anally tonight." I replied.

"What?"

"A silicon plastic butt plug. I bought a butt plug because its supposed to help me get ready so it doesn't hurt when you do me back there."

"Where did you learn that?"

"The internet" I smiled, then added, "I learned a few other things as well."

I played with my hair smiling at him as he drove. Finally he said "I don't want you to hurt yourself for me."

"For the last time, I haven't hurt myself, and its not for you, its for us. I've never been close to anyone like you, and I want you to be happy. I'm going to do all I can to make our relationship work, and if that means finding a way to give you what you want sexually, I'll do it. So hush. Besides, the plug kinda feels nice. It's the thong I had to wear to hold it in place that's chaffing me where someone shoved his cock up my butt last night that's irritating and I swear the second I get home I'm taking them off!"

We drove in silence until we were almost home, when Brent sheepishly asked "It feels good?"

"What does?" I answered.

"The plug."

"Yeah, its not bad, sort of sexy in a dirty, nasty taboo kind of way. You want to try it next?" I laughed.

"No, I'll take your word for it." he answered.

I asked him to get the bags from the back seat when we arrived as twisting around from the front or bending over from the outside of the car to get them seemed too challenging. We went inside and I went straight for my room with Brent on my heels. Once we got there I had some serious prep work to do. 

"Brent honey, I love you but I need you to leave me alone for a while, I want you to make the bed, then go take a shower, I call for you when I'm ready, okay?" I smiled.

"Uh, sure hon, just one thing"

"What's that?" I asked.

By way of reply he put his arms around me and kissed me deeply, passionately, For a few minutes our lips entwined, but he didn't touch my breasts, or my butt. He treated me like a fragile doll that might break if handled too roughly. I hoped this would continue through the night. 

I had read about anal sex online all morning and found a lot of advice on how to approach it from both reference sources as well as porn star interviews. From this information I had come up with my own plan, which was generally as follows: 1) avoid solid foods for 24 hours prior. Porn stars do this before doing anal scenes apparently. 2)wear a plug all afternoon so as to loosen up the muscles surrounding my asshole. 3) wash thoroughly. 4) use an enema from the drug store to clean out myself on the inside. Hold the liquid in my colon for as long as possible, then expel it. Flush without looking because it's kind of gross (this tip I picked up as I went through the steps.) 5) Use another enema just to make sure you got every thing out. 6) put lube all over the penis shaped silicon vibrator you got at the adult store with the butt plug and work it into your ass. Turn it on and keep working it deeper until you can take it all. This is pretty exciting and took most of the hour before I called for Brent. 7) wash thoroughly again. Scrub your butt really good even if it is still a little chaffed from last night. Tomorrow will probably be worse anyway. 8) use the little lube syringe I got from the adult store where I bought the butt plug and vibrator to fill my rectum with lube. 9) make sure Brent puts lots of lube on anything he plans to stick in my ass, including fingers. 10) have Brent wear a condom so I won't have to think about where his dick has been later if I feel like blowing him, and finally 11) get on all fours and back myself onto him so I can control the speed and depth at first. 12) after everything, wash the plug and the vibe and hide it where no one will ever find it.

I gave myself a liberal sprinkling of talcum and put on the emerald green garter and stockings, anything more would be wasted, then stretched out on the bed and called for Brent. I was nervous, but feeling very sexy and ready to try something nasty. 

"You ready?" he asked meekly as he came in wearing a bathrobe. "I didn't bother dressing again."

"Smart move." I smiled. "Let's talk for a minute." I patted the bed beside me.

Once he was seated, and clearly very shaky, I continued. "Are you nervous?"

"Yeah, this has been a fantasy for so long, you don't know how much I love you for letting me try"

"That's we do for people we love" I interrupted. "And since yesterday I've been curious about it too. So lets try it, and if it works, great, if not, then we know it's not for us. Agreed?"

"Agreed" he replied.

"So there are few ground rules. If I say stop, you stop, right then, and pull out gently. Understand?"

"Absolutely."

"When the time comes, I want you to wear a condom" I pointed to a fresh pack of them on the nightstand. "That is so if it doesn't work out, thirty years from now when I have your dick in my mouth I won't suddenly think "ewwww this was in my ass once" Okay?"

"Okay." he smiled at my joke.

"This is lube." I said, handing him the tube. "Great gobs of it go on anything that is going inside my ass. Cock, fingers, anything. Understand? This is important."

"Lube, got it, wait, what about my tongue?" He grinned.

"Just make sure it's good and wet. Now, when the time comes, at first your are going to hold very still while I back myself onto you. I need to control the speed and depth at first. I could get hurt if I don't and I don't want that hospital trip explained to the Andersons. Okay?"

"Okay, but now you're worrying me." he said, concerned. 

"Don't be worried, just be gentle. That's the key here I think. And I know you can be." I smiled lovingly. "Finally," I continued, "remember how you got me so hot on the stair way last night? I need you to do that again. I think what happened was you had my outer sphincter muscle relaxed and when you put it in I just felt a bit of pressure until you hit my inner sphincter. Its what caused me pain. Think you can get me that hot again big boy? I grinned.

"I can sure try" he smiled, before asking "wait, you have two sphincters?"




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 04



"We all do. I know, I was surprised too." I deadpanned before breaking out in laughter. 

"Is that all?" He asked.

"Yep, I think that about covers it."

"That's a lot of rules" He said, leaning down to kiss me as he dropped the bathrobe.

"Next time we'll use your ass and you can make the rules," I mumbled between kisses as he gently massaged my exposed breasts and softly pinched the nipples, eliciting my first moan of the evening. He kissed his way down my neck, softly pecking and slowly bringing my blood to a boil as he continued downward and visited my breasts and nipples with his lips and tongue as his hand wander down to my now moist pussy. 

I reached out and took his swelling penis into my hand, feeling its heft as I began to slowly stroke it. I wished I could suck on it and tried to pull it close to me but Brent was unrelenting in his progress towards my waiting vulva. I opened my legs so his mouth could land on my clit and his cock was finally available for my attentions. He lifted his leg over me and we fell into a nice 69 arrangement. I couldn't take as much of him in this way, but I was able to engulf the head and an inch or so of shaft. He moaned his approval as my warm wet mouth began slurping on his now throbbing meat. His balls and ass loomed over me, and I reached around his toned thigh to cup his testicles in my hand, gently massaging them before I lazily dragged my fingertips up the crack of his ass. Again he groaned as he continued to rearrange the nerves in my clit with his tongue. 

My pussy was now a frothy cavern of sex juice, and I was near climax when his fingers entered me, probing around inside my vagina, triggering and stimulating the nerves there. I moaned with his cock still in my mouth as he began to fuck my face with his cock and my cunt with his fingers. First there were two, then three inside me, I thought he might try four, but I began to cum first as his mouth sucked my clit and he lashed at it with his tongue. I bucked my hips against his face and relished the spark of ecstasy that coursed throughout me. Finally it felt just too good and it had to stop before I lost my mind. His cock had been buried in my throat for I don't know how many minutes as I writhed on the bed with his fingers fucking me, but I need to moan and groan and gasp for air so I placed my hands on his hips and with a bit of pressure signaled him to get off. His dick slid out of my mouth, dragging a slimy trail of saliva with it,and he rolled to on side as his fingers continued to explore my moist cavern. Damn I wanted his cock to replace those fingers and fill me up as he had the night before, but tonight I had promised myself I would give him something darker, nastier and dirtier that he desired. I rolled over to face his body and grabbed his wet, hard cock and stroked it, then got up on my knees beside him. He began to lift himself up and when he was briefly on all fours, I saw an opening and took my chance,.

With his hard dick still in my stroking grasp, I bent over and ran my tongue around his balls He froze in position and moaned softly. Then, with the tip of my wet, hot tongue I drew a line from his balls up the crack of his ass, lingering it at his tight anus and swirling it around as he had done for me last night. I knew the erotic sensation he was now feeling as he moaned his approval, having felt it myself. What was a new experience for me was the utter disgust I felt for doing such a nasty, revolting thing. It was repugnant that I would lick a man's shit hole and an abasement to myself to do so. Still, for Brent, I continued. I stabbed at his ass with the tip of my tongue but was unable to penetrate his dark shit pipe. I licked my way up the crack and asked "Do you like that baby?"

"Oh yes, yes... Yes!" He replied.

I went full in and stuck my whole face in his ass and sucked on his anus as hard as I could before again licking it like a kitten licks milk. The degradation I felt was gut wrenching, yet it turned me on fiercely. The revulsion I felt was at once emancipating me from my inhibitions and liberating me from the notion that sex could be taboo. My cunt dripped with fuck juice and my heart raced as the more disgusting I felt the hotter I became. I grabbed the lube and smeared some on his ass, then slowly slide a finger into his ass. It was incredibly tight, I don't' know how he had gotten two into mine the night before, and I fucked it in and out as the lube turned a light brown and the smell of his colon filled my nostrils. I nearly wretched, and this was enough for me. I pulled my finger out and wiped it on a towel I had thought to have ready tonight. 

He asked me to continue, but I only said to him "No, it's your turn."

When my mother was arrested the last time, or at least the last time I knew as she lost custody of me afterward, it was for prostitution. Supposedly she had accepted $100 from an undercover cop to perform anal sex. Since then I associated anal sex with something prostitutes do for perverts. Now here I was, I had my first real boyfriend for less than a full day, and I was on all fours offering him my tight, pre lubed bunghole for his enjoyment, and had spent most of the day preparing for it. I loved Brent, and I loved that he loved my ass. I was happy to be degraded for him.

Brent began slowly, as before , kissing up and down my crack on each cheek. I laid my head on the pillow and reached back with both hands to spread my cheeks and give him access. He began to devour my rectum with zeal. Licking, sucking gently, and finally probing my dark hole with his tongue. All the prep work I had done was paying off as his tongue easily slid into me and he wiggled it, tickling my formerly tight asshole from the inside. I was moaning uncontrollably and craved his cock in me like never before after just a few minutes of his attentions. 

"Brent, fuck me in the ass!" I demanded finally, anxious to see if I could accommodate his cock in my back door. 

"Okay, let me get this condom on" he replied.

"Fuck the condom, lube it up and get it inside me now!" I implored.

"Uh, okay." was all he said.

I waited and felt the cool lube from his fingertips smeared on and in my asshole, then waited again as he smeared it on his cock. I heard him stroke himself a couple of times to make sure it was all covered, then heard the lid of the tube snap back. I lifted myself up, and leaned a bit forward.

"Put it right on my ass, now! Hurry!" I said.

He placed the head of his cock on my anus, and the tip of it went in just enough for me to feel a bit of pressure. Then I moved back onto it, slowly taking it in as it stretched my sphincter and disappeared within me. All the prep work had paid off. It wasn't without pain, I gasped several times as I took the length of his shaft in, but it was bearable. It certainly didn't feel good either, it was quite uncomfortable, but I could put up with it to make Brent happy. Once I felt his balls against my hot, wet cunt I knew he was buried within me. I rested for a moment, getting a feel for it all. I had never felt so degraded, disgusted or such loathing for myself, but I could put up with that for Brent too. My rectum and its surrounding muscles relaxed around his cock and I had never felt so full or hot either.

"Okay" I said "now fuck me. Gently."

He began sliding his huge cock in and out of me slowly, causing me to gasp in pain several times, but I wouldn't let him stop. After a few strokes the pain subsided and was replaced with a strange warmth that began to spread throughout me. I found that I could move my hips forward and back, and side to side, without hurting myself, and I began to fuck him too. We stayed very slow for several minutes, adding lube as it dried out by pouring it onto his shaft as he fucked my asshole. My anus began to burn despite the lube as he increased his tempo. Drops of his sweat landed on my back and he was suddenly pumping me very fast. He kept telling me how good it felt, and it wasn't feeling too bad now actually, I thought I could get used to it if need be, it was very sexy in its nastiness, but I wasn't ever going to cum from getting it back there. I reached between my legs without thinking and began to rub my dripping wet pussy as he pounded my ass. I was so turned on by it all that it took me only moments to feel that now familiar tingle inside as my orgasm began to build. He was screaming he was about to cum when I fell over the edge into sexual ecstasy. At the moment I came, my anus tightened causing me to scream in pain as it tried to close on the unrelenting hardness of his cock, and causing it to milk the seed from him as I felt him swell and contract as he pumped jet after jet of hot sperm deep into my colon. I was out of my mind with sex and was no longer in control of myself. I wanted more cock so badly right then as we collapsed onto the bed and my ass literally shit his cock out of me as I groaned in agony. Once he was out of me the pain was over almost instantly and rolled over and looked down to see his dick at half mast, a long string of cum hanging from its tip and its shaft covered in spent lube and my ass juices. I couldn't stop myself, I had to degrade myself more, it was like I was addicted to be used for disgusting things. I grabbed his dick and stuffed it in my mouth, swallowing the jism I milked from him as well as the nauseating slime that coated him. 

Brent was at a loss for words and his innocent, sweet girlfriend became a total cock whore, but he counted his blessings I'm sure. 

'My pussy ached for relief, but I wasn't going to get it from Brent's dick anytime soon as no matter how I sucked and licked it it remained soft. My heart rate began to slow and I began to come back to my senses. I stopped licking his shit juice covered cock and went to the restroom where I tried to throw up, but had nothing on my stomach. I used mouth wash and brushed but that just made the taste of my ass seem minty. I finally gave up, looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. My ass ached as if I had been stabbed. Cum leaked from me, as well as anything else that was in there. I was repugnant. 

Brent came to the door and asked if I was all right, but I didn't answer. He opened the door to find me on the toilet crying and tried to hold me but I pushed him away. His words didn't comfort me. I sent him away telling him we would talk in the morning, and once my ass stopped leaking I showered and went to bed. I slept fitfully, unaware of whether I still had a boy friend or whether I even wanted one. I had put everything into his happiness, and lost myself to filthy degradation. I slept fitfully, my cunt still staved for attention, until I got the vibrator out, washed it thoroughly, and fucked myself to sleep with it, completing my humiliation. A well hung boyfriend down the hall I had to use a toy to get off.

The next day though, things got better. More on that later.



The Descending of Jessica Ch. 05



Seriously? You want to start in the middle of the story? You might want to read Chapters 1 -4 first. 

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I awoke the next morning and surprisingly felt physically all right, other than soreness in my behind where Brent, my boyfriend of two days and foster brother of the last two years had pumped my anal canal full of his plentiful manhood and dumped what felt like a pint of his seed there. Still the overall soreness was no more than the day before when he had entered my backdoor for only a second or so, but on that occasion his cock had come as a complete surprise to my delicate anus. This is not to say I felt good, but I had finally fallen asleep after a session with my new, and very first, vibrator after sending him away when I became too disgusted with myself to cope. Indeed, my first post anal sex bowel movement was in interesting experience in its own right, but far too gross to tell you about here. All I can tell you is that if you use a lot of lube, and your boyfriend is prone to large amounts of seminal discharge, expect things to be runny and leak for a while. Thankfully, enemas come in convenient three packs. 

Mentally I was still a mess. Obviously, if I'm writing on an erotic site about ass drool and enemas. But that's not the kind of mess I was that morning. I was disgusted at myself for certain acts that I knew were degrading when I performed them, and that I was so out of control sexually that I couldn't stop myself from doing them. The idea of tongue fucking a man's asshole, finger fucking it, or sucking the post anal sex slime from his still very wet cock, repulsed me. Yet over and over in my mind I replayed all three events and realized I couldn't stop myself. I was that out of control. I could live with the acts themselves, sure, they're gross, but so is a lot about life. People are ultimately disgusting skin bags of smelly fluids that like to rub on each other, but somewhere along the evolutionary line we turned away from any thing that might be both fun and related to fecal matter as being beyond the pale. I know a lot of folks like anal sex, in fact I do. The sex was great, and I look forward to repeating it. But I fear the loss of control over my own actions that the extreme edges of sexual excitement threatens me with, and I couldn't stop myself last night. This was the cause of my mental state then. That I engaged in something that otherwise would make me wretch to even think about it, and that my hormones were so enraged I couldn't prevent myself from doing so.

On the other hand, perhaps losing control was part of being in a trusting relationship. If Brent were out of control wouldn't he trust me to make sure he was alright? And shouldn't I be able to trust him likewise? Being a foster kid as I was, even though I was now 18, meant not having a lot of trust in people. The first folks I truly felt safe around were Dr and Allison Anderson, the folks that took me in and that had previously adopted Brent. I still had trust issues it seemed and I would need Brent to help with it, just as he had helped me with my studies in high school. 

Brent.

"Shit, I have to apologize for getting stupid on him last night." I thought as I turned off the water to the shower I held my meditations in. If you read the previous chapters, you know my make up and dress routine for my summer job was simple and took only minutes. Today I figured on doing the make up when I got there. If you haven't, then Ha! You're lost!

I towel dried my long, auburn hair, and slipped on fresh cotton panties. It was steamy from the shower so I just threw on my bath robe and stepped back into my bedroom to finish dressing. 

On my bed was the nicest surprise! Brent had cooked me breakfast, eggs, bacon, silver dollar pancakes and hash browns and it looked especially delicious as I had consumed only liquids the day before in prep for the anal workout last night. A single red rose was in a vase with a note leaning against it. I tore the envelope open and read;

"Jessie, "

"After the way I acted last night I can understand you don't want me around anymore. I am going to turn my notice in at work today and head back to school. Please tell Dr Ron and Allison I got a call about a class opportunity I couldn't pass up, and I will call them next week."

"I'm sorry for hurting you, it was the last thing I ever wanted to do. If you don't ever want to see me again I understand. Please find a way to forgive me though so we can be friends. Don't blame yourself, it was me that hurt you, and its my fault. I couldn't stand myself last night, and I hate myself more this morning. Your hatred of me now doesn't match my own self loathing."

Brent had signed it, and all I could think was "Ron and Allison had left me here with Brent after I kicked Danny's ass for the videos he made of me, and now I have to kick Brent's ass too." I heard the front door shut and knowing I would never catch him running down the stairs, I ran to my window and unlocked it, throwing it open just as Brent reached the door of his car. 

"Hey!" I shouted. Brent looked up looking like a basset hound that had lost his last friend.

"Get your ass back here!" I demanded, probably waking the whole neighborhood as it was still not 7 am. Oh well, that's what Allison gets for fostering white trash like me. I stared until he started back, then went down stairs to meet him. I caught him as he was shutting the front door and as he turned to face me, his eyes teary, I swung as hard as I could with my open palm and screamed.

"Do you think you can leave me!?" he ducked his head down and I connected with his shoulder but I drew back and swung again. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You don't tell a girl you love her then fucking leave!" again I missed, this time too high.

"You remember" I began, as I drew my hand back a third time, tears filling my eyes, "how hard it was as a foster kid to find one fucking person who wanted you when your own parents didn't? Well that was supposed to be you damn it! That was supposed to be you" I cried.

Brent grabbed my hand before it could slap his face, and this time I had been on target. He gripped it hard and wouldn't let me pull it back to try again. 

"It was supposed to be you." I blubbered as my legs gave way and he caught me from falling, pulling me against his body in a loving embrace.

"I remember." he said, wimpering, "I remember being all alone and no one wanting me. I remember it all. The cold cinder block wall I used to sleep against at the home while they tried to find a home for me. I remember the room being so hot and stuffy there that the wall was the only way to cool down. I remember hoping that one day I would find someone like you who loved me so much, and I remember staying up all night wishing I were dead because I hurt you with my selfish desire." He finally said, crying as much as I was now.

"What?" I exclaimed through my tears? "Hurt me? Are you fucking stupid?"

"Huh?

"Who the fuck said you hurt me you idiot?" I demanded.

"Wha...I mean last night, in your bed" he stammered.

"That didn't hurt! I was fine with it you dumbass! I just weirded out because of the stuff I did made me sick to my stomach." I said, still shouting. Well if the neighborhood was listening they must be curious about what we were fighting about, but in this community of doctors and lawyers the nearest house was about 50 yards away.

"You were fine with it?" he asked, seemingly confused.

"Well it wasn't the most comfortable thing I've ever done, but it was okay. " I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "The prep work paid off and you could probably talk me into it again sometime..." I paused for a moment as I remember was was really important, then shouted "FUCK YOU! You bastard!" as I began beating my fists in impotent rage against his chest. "You can't ever leave me! You can't ever fucking leave me!"

I would repeat this until my crying made my voice incoherent. Brent responded in the only way he could, holding me, running his hand gently through my still wet hair, and telling me he never would. During my wild swings he had backed away and we were now in the dining room. Brent released his embrace and retrieved a box of tissues from a shelf beside the entry way. He, eyes bleary from his own tears, led me to the kitchen where he seated me, still blubbering, on the bar stool I always sat at when we had done our homework together two years before. He took his old seat and began drying my tears. He made me blow my nose like a mother would a child, holding the tissue and wrapping it gently across my nostrils. 

"I love you so much" I said after I had begun to calm down. "Losing you would kill me I think."

"I wanted to die last night, I sat outside your door for the longest time, hating myself. Then decided I had fucked this up too bad for you to forgive me." he replied.

"I don't think you can do that." I said.

"What?"

"Fuck up so bad I couldn't forgive you." I smiled.

"What was wrong last night? I was so worried about you. I thought about calling Ron, or an ambulance or something."

"Ron? An Ambulance? " I asked.

"Well, I though I had hurt you, you know, like you were bleeding or something." he replied.

"Well that would have been a great call to make!"Dr Anderson, Jessie and me are a couple now and I was fucking her in the ass and think she might be dead."" I laughed, trying to avoid the subject, but as much as I didn't want to address the issue, Brent deserved an answer after what I had apparently put him through. I told him about my mother and her arrest for selling anal sex to a cop, how I found myself doing things that disgusted me, not the anal so much but with it the fear of being no different really than her. The stuff before and after when I was so worked up that made me sick to think of but I did anyway, and the fears I had of losing control. I told him the thoughts I had in the shower and how I wanted to work with him on my trust issues.

"So you were scared that you couldn't trust me?" he asked.

"Dude, I let you put a foot of your wiener up my butthole" I smiled, "of course I trust you. I just got scared because I was so out of control, and realized that... well, that I wasn't in control."

"So..." he pondered, "you're a control freak."

I thought for a moment. "Yeah, lets go with that for now."

"And you feel safer not giving up control."

"Well, more like not losing control of myself."

"But to be truly intimate in a relationship, you feel like you have to lose control."

"Exactly!" I exclaimed, before adding, "See? I'm really fucked up!"

We were both smiling now and I spied the clock behind him to read 7:30. We had over an hour before we had to be at work.

"Well, if I could prove to you that you can trust me, would that help?" He asked.

"Of course, but there's no way to prove that, without, well, trusting you to begin with, which I do. So I think it just takes time."

"Oh no, I can prove right now you can trust me, at least as far as the sexual thing goes." he claimed.

"Oh really? And how is that?" I asked.

"By pointing out that your bathrobe has been open and your boobies hanging out for the last half hour and that as your boyfriend I haven't tried to take advantage of that yet." he deadpanned.

I looked down, saw my C cups standing perky, with quarter sized dark pink nipples fully out of my robe. I could only smile, then said "That only proves that I fucked you so hard last night you don't have the stamina to throw me up on the bar and make love to me before work." I grinned.

"You're all about fulfilling my fantasies this week aren't you?" He said as he lifted the robe from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. We kissed and he lifted me to the granite top bar and kissed my neck and descended to my breasts. 

"You fantasized about making love on the bar?" I asked,

"Every time we sat at it" he mumbled as his hot mouth landed on my nipple and his tongue teased it. 

A bolt of sexual arousal went down my spine from my nipple to my clit as his hot breath and mouth warmed my breast and my pussy began again to drool for his affection. I moaned lightly as his mouth left my breast and he licked slowly down my abs, his hands tugging down my panties as I leaned back and lifted my hips to assist. He rushed to my sweet hot spot and his tongue gently licked my clit with a feather like touch sending shivers all over me. I rested back on my elbows, spread across the bar with one foot on it, my legs spread wide with the other foot resting on the bar stool I had just left. My nipple was still moist with his saliva and I rubbed and twisted it, stoking the fire he was building as he licked slowly up my pink lips and making me groan as the ecstasy built. 

A few minutes of his oral attention was enough to bring me to the edge of orgasm and I was beginning to move my hips up and down in rhythm to his tongue sliding up and down my groove. At the top of each trip he would stop to orbit my swollen clit with the tip of his wet tongue, and my juices were dripping from me when Brent stopped and stood before me, pulling his tee shirt off and exposing his ripped muscular body. He dropped his shorts and boxers and his swollen, engorged cock sprang out, already hard as a rock and begging to be sucked. As with every other time I had seen it, I couldn't stop looking at its long vein ribboned shaft and its throbbing plum colored head that seemed to call me to take it into my hungry, slutty mouth. I had given my first blow job only a little over a week ago to a guy I hated the next day, but I suppose I had him to thank for sparking my interest in cocks and the white hot cum they could ejaculate. I began to slide from the bar so I could stuff his waiting organ as far in my throat as I could, hungry for it like a whore, but Brent stopped me.

"Let me do the work this morning" he said, lifting me back to the bar as he kissed me letting me taste my tangy juices on his mouth. 

Brent gently nudged my thighs with his hands and I gladly reopened my legs, as we looked each other in the eyes without ceasing. He pulled my tush to the very edge of the bar again and my pussy was open before him, while I was still mostly sitting up right, leaning back on the palms of my hands. 

Brent stood on the foot rail that surrounded the bar and eased his cock into me as I gasped in ecstasy at the arrival of his hot meat in my drenched, tight, pussy. It took a few strokes to find the right angle, but soon he was pumping his huge dick into me and I was writhing out of control again. I would have done anything for him, Brent controlled me completely and I didn't care. The top of his steely cock was pressed against my most sensitive spot as he sawed back and forth, each stroke nudging my cervix gently as he filled and stretched the walls of my vagina. My juices flowed out of me and onto his throbbing shaft, as well as down to my ass and all over the counter top. My head rocked side to side as I called for the name of every deity I knew as I began to cum. The orgasms came in waves and never stopped while Brent was fucking me. When one wave of orgasm ended another would begin with the stoke of his hard, wet cock against my clit as it journeyed deep into me. 

Finally, as I was asea as to time and space, the whole of my being reduced to a swollen clit and a nervous system perennially locked in ultimate pleasure, Brent seized up stiff, groaned mightily, and pumped his seed into me, each of us spent and gasping for breath. I didn't fall off as he held me up, and he didn't fall down as I wrapped my arms around him returning the favor as his cock began to melt away inside me. I knew I had been saying something, as people do when in the height of climax, but I had no idea what. I could have been shouting the recipe for chocolate chip cookies for all I knew, but as my mind reformed from the most shattering orgasm I had ever experienced, it seemed like each one with Brent held that title, I heard my voice whispering to him as he held me tight "You can't ever leave me, you can't ever leave me,"

In minutes we were back down to earth. Brent suggested we call in sick as a glance at the clock showed we had taken 45 minutes with our latest escapade all told, and we have but a few to get ready and get there. I overruled that saying it was only our third day on the job and we couldn't both lay out or folks would suspect. It was 8:15, which gave us a half hour to get ready and fifteen minutes to get there. 

"I need to take a quick shower" I said as I pulled my cute cotton panties with pictures of tigers on them up to my gushy, dripping snatch, "Would you wipe down the counter?"

Brent looked at the counter which was covered in our collective sexual discharges and replied "I have to take a shower too, and find some trunks and a shirt to wear out of my bag."

"I didn't tell you to pack all your stuff, and you can just jump in the pool when we get there. You did yesterday."

"Yeah, but I can't do that two days in a row!" he said, enjoying our little disagreement, 

\"It was your fantasy to fuck on the counter" I said, smiling.

"Come on Jessie, I've got more to do than you!" He smiled.

"Oh? Do you still have to take your birth control pill too?" I asked, letting him know somethings were more urgent than others.

"You win." He laughed.

"I've got the pussy, I make the rules" I said giggling as I bounced up the stairs.

I grabbed the last yellow pill and swallowed it before wolfing down the breakfast Brent had left earlier. Sure, it was a breakfast made from ultimate sadness, but I hadn't eaten all day yesterday and I was starved. Then I brushed my teeth. Again. Jumped in the shower. Again. Washed my tushie and privates. Again. Put on fresh panties (with just a plain pink print), Again, and jumped out, slid on shorts and sandals and a bikini top that had sort of a push up effect. I looked pretty hot I thought, and I felt quite sexy, although that was mostly due to the romantic romp we had shared. Before I had gotten a bit sore from it, but today I felt nothing but good downstairs. 

As we drove to work a conundrum occurred to me.

"Where did you get the rose?" I asked.

"What?"

"The rose you left with my breakfast this morning. It was good by the way." I replied.

"Wait, you ate breakfast before you stopped me from leaving? Brent asked incredulously.

For a moment I thought about letting the dumbass believe just that as clearly he had no concept of time, but in the end I decided to let him off the hook. 

"No, I ate it after that. When I went upstairs to shower. Where did you get the rose?"

"Last night, I went to the grocery for pancake mix and got it from the florist there."

"You went out last night?" I asked

"Well yeah, otherwise I couldn't make you pancakes." He said as if the question itself was dumb.

"Why did you think I needed pancakes?"

"Well at the time I thought you might wake up hungry so I was going to make breakfast in bed. Then I decided you hated me"

"I could never hate you." I interrupted.

"Well you say that now, but last night it wasn't so clear to me."

We drove along until we were almost to work. As we neared the club our hands unclasped and we put on the masks we showed to the world. 

"No one has ever bought me a rose before." I said.

"Really? That's odd."

"What's odd about it?"

"Well I figured someone would have had the sense to send you roses in school to try to woo you last year, or at Valentines or something." He said.

"No. You're the first. The first boyfriend, the first lover, and now the first guy to buy me a rose."

"A beautiful woman like you deserves roses" he said, and had we not been parking at work in possible view of our foster parents friends on the course, I would have kissed him then and not stopped until quitting time. 




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 05



The morning was uneventful as I sat in the concession stand selling snacks and drinks to the children of the housewives around the pool staring at my boyfriend. That sentence structure is perfectly correct by the way, the housewives, myself and sometimes the children were staring at Brent, his beautiful Adonis form had that effect on people. 

I read my books and a few of the male club members flirted and offered to teach me golf not knowing that the lifeguard their wives were flirting with's seed was slowly seeping out of me, but that was about it until I got a text from Brent up on the life guard stand.

"Tonight I want to fulfill your fantasy."

"Oh? Which one?" I typed back, smiling.

"You'll see" he responded cryptically.

At noon, a dozen long stemmed red roses arrived with a note that said "Secret Admirer" and a girl who had never gotten them before felt loved and adored like she had never imagined possible.



The Descending of Jessica Ch. 06



Okay seriously, I wrote five previous installments. You really want to start here and miss all the parts where we killed the zombies and brought peace to the middle east?




"Okay" I said as I got to the car at the end of the day carrying my over sized purse filled with sunscreen, a tablet and a ton of girl stuff I think I need everyday but sometimes never return to at all, and the dozen roses my so called "Secret Admirer" had sent me that day, "how did you do it?"

"How did I do what?" Brent asked.

"Send me roses from work." I replied with a smile that a hundred cold slaps wouldn't get off my face.

"I thought they were from a secret admirer" He said, grinning as we left the club property. 

"Yeah, he's a secret to everyone but me!" I laughed. I had been hit on most of the morning by the usual sun burned golfers who started drinking too early and remembered their dignity too late, but once the roses arrived they shied away and were replaced with gawking women members and female co workers desperate to find out who had sent them, Even Gail, my supervisor, came by for a while to try to gently pry into my affairs, but I gave no hint of knowing from where they came. All the ladies were happy for me though, as nothing makes the white suburban house wife purr like a notion of romance.

"So, how'd you do it? I asked again. 

"Really? And you call me dumb." he giggled, holding up his smart phone and a debit card.

"Simple and effective. I like it Secret Agent Anderson." I joked. 

This began a trend that lasted all summer and into the college year of leaving each other secret messages of love however we could. It became a game to us. I would find a card from my secret admirer in the cash drawer after a bathroom break, he would get a picture of my boobies from a blocked number that had a note that said "thinking of you" on a sticky between them. This one almost backfired when he didn't recognize me due to the florescent lighting making me look yellowish and thought it was from one of the housewives by the pool, or one of his former girlfriends in our town from before he left for college.

Several of his former romances did show up by the pool that summer and rather than ignore them, he had to be nice lest someone at the club get the idea we were an item. That just couldn't get out in our small suburban community as we had spent the last several years of school in the foster care of the Andersons, a well to do couple who were kind enough to take us in, and who were like parents to both of us. It felt hillbilly enough to us for our romance to blossom as it had after and there was nothing to be gained by dragging the Anderson's good name through what might be perceived as a scandalous affair. We had both come to grips with our attraction as we recognized that we weren't really brother and sister, were both 18 and free to do as we liked, and certainly it was genetically and legally okay, but it still seemed kind of hillbilly so it was best not let it become public knowledge. Ultimately I figured we would have to tell the Andersons, but probably not until I too shipped off to college and we could openly be together many miles away from the prying eyes of country clubs and gated communities.

Still, the surreptitious nature of our relationship was a bit of turn on. I liked having a secret the world didn't know, and it was fun to shoot down the drunks flirting with me at the country club in full view of their wives, the ever increasing number of guys from my old school who "just happened to drop by" to say hello when they never had when we were in class together, and whose eyes never rose above my chest for some reason, while Brent did the same with the golfer's wives and his former lovers. My favorite crew was the Danny Survivors Support Club as I called them, other girls who he had filmed with his smart phone camera to whom I was a hero no less in their eyes than Joan of Arc for kicking his ass and getting my ass suspended in the process. This was one scandal Allison Anderson, my foster mother, was happy to have and prior to leaving on vacation she took great pride in telling all who would hear that her dear Jessie had "taken care of that scoundrel that had defiled her!" The survivors club was worried that Danny had sent me the roses, but Sandy pointed out that she thought he was in the hospital getting his nose rebuilt from where I had kicked him in the face with the cutest little boots any of them could remember seeing, so it was unlikely he was able to send flowers. We had gossiped and chatted all afternoon as they vacillated between the pool, the concession stand I ran, and Brent's life guard chair. Sandy, who I thought looked quite attractive in a bikini that was a bit too risque for suburbia, had asked me to introduce her to Brent as she had heard he was unattached at the moment. I warned her off, telling her he had come home from college in love with some girl and wasn't going to be dating this anyone else this summer.

These were my thoughts as I rode home with Brent that afternoon, and I must have smelled my roses a hundred times on the way. Finally I remembered his text, and asked "So what fantasy are you going to fulfill of mine?"

This had puzzled me, as I didn't recall ever discussing my fantasies with Brent.

"Oh, you'll see. Let's get cleaned up and go out to dinner, unless you feel like cooking." he replied. 

"Cryptic. I like that." I smiled, thinking to myself that if his idea of my fantasy was having his dick up my butthole again he was wrong. "No, I don't want to cook, dinner sounds good. Dress casual?"

"Oh sure, whatever you want to wear." he said. 

I guess I should say that I can cook, and am pretty good at it from the years of experience I got cooking when my mom was too drunk or stoned or too busy stripping or too busy selling ass to take care of me. This fourth point was what ultimately got me removed from her custody several years before and began the chain of lousy living situations I endured until I landed at the Anderson's just before the start of my junior year in school. But I didn't want to cook and it would be nice to get out of the house for an evening. 

We both showered, separately so that wasn't the fantasy, and I put on a mid thigh black denim skirt and a blue sleeveless top that buttoned up the front with a collar. No need for hosiery, and I wore comfy cotton panties (with I think pictures of panda bears on them) as my ass was still a bit too tender still from the pounding last night to wear a thong. My bra didn't match my panties, but it was a comfortable one that perked my already perky C cups up nicely. The real bitch was I never wore much make up or fixed my hair to work by the pool, so I had to basically start at ground zero in the application of junk to my face and hair to "bring out my best" as my foster mother Allison would say. 

I went downstairs where Brent was waiting, looking nice in a pair of khakis and a retro tee. We left for a dinner I assumed would be at one of the local restaurants, but instead Brent drove about twenty miles to a neighboring town for dinner at a local meat and three which while good and filling, wasn't any more spectacular than a number of closer places. It was nice being in another town though where no one knew us as I could walk with Brent's arm around me and hold his hand in public. 

Next we went to the town's theater where Brent got tickets to an otherwise unimportant romantic comedy with Julia Roberts in it. I thought the fantasy might be something to do with sex in a dark theater for a minute, then remembered this was supposed to be my fantasy and I never had one about that. I considered that maybe he was confusing something some skank at his college had said for something from me, but decided that no, that didn't' feel right. He was enjoying me trying to figure it out too much, like it was a puzzle he had constructed for me to solve. 

About an hour in, it was apparent that Julia was going to get her man, and the theater seats were designed with arm rests that lifted up out of the way to let couples sit closer. Oh sure, it was Wednesday, and the theater was practically empty, but it was liberating none the less. The one that would have divided us had been out of the way all night, and I had enjoyed snuggling up against my man brazenly out in the world like we were on a date like any other couple. 

"That's it!" I thought to myself, and I believed it was a close race between that and the roses earlier for the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. Just to feel like everyone else, like I fit it, was the best gift Brent could have given me. Maybe he's not as romantically inept as I though. I pulled his arm tighter around me as I lay my head on his shoulder to watch the screen and pay no attention what so ever to the movie. For all I know, Julia got kidnapped by alien shark men. I didn't care. I was on a real date with my boyfriend, and life was perfect.

The movie ended and we walked to the car hand in hand, like a regular couple, although instead of walking I may have skipped a bit, or even floated. Brent had once again made me blissfully happy. "Thanks!" I said at the car as I stood on my tip toes and threw my arms around his neck for our first kiss in a public place. 

"You're welcome" He said, "But what are you thanking me for?"

"For taking me on a date you dummy!" I grinned, "that's the best fantasy you could have fulfilled for me!"

"That's a fantasy of yours?" He asked, "Why? You've been to dinner and the movies before."

"Not with you!" I said, smiling and wrapping my arms around him as I leaned back a little to talk and at the same time pressing my hips against his groin.

"What? Of course you have. That's about all we did last summer before I left for school."

"That was with the Andersons, that's not a date silly."

"No, we went with just us sometimes." he reminded me.

"Okay, but next week when Ron and Allison come home, we can't go out like this." I added.

"Sure we can."

"Yeah, but you won't be able to hold my hand or put your arm around me" I said, and almost added "or stand here with our junk grinding together in a crowded parking lot" but it would have ruined the mood to say it.

"Why not?" I did last year.

This took a moment of reflection. Last year Brent had, I thought, treated me like a little sister, although I am only a few months younger than him. He would take my hand at street crossings or when we were in a hurry so I wouldn't fall behind, which was silly I thought as I could probably out run him, even in heels maybe. He had often placed his arm around me lovingly, and I again had always thought it was him being the big brother. But two days ago, he confessed that all his gentle flirtations were because he loved me. Now it dawned on me that taking me on a date, and putting his arm around me, and holding hands, well, that was his fantasy. And I was making it come true. 

"So this was to show me that we could date once Ron and Allison get back? I asked.

"No, I just figured you might want to see a movie and neither of us felt like cooking." he replied.

"Ugggg" I grunted as I opened the door and got in the car. "I'm beginning to have a fantasy about celibacy on the last night we can be intimate now." I deadpanned, reminding him in my subtle way that Aunt Flo was due for her monthly visit starting sometime late tomorrow.

"Oh, don't be that way. When we get home, I'll explain everything." he said.

"This better be good" I said in a clearly faux angry voice, giggling as I did so, crossing my arms across my chest, pouting overtly and stamping my foot once for good measure, before smiling at him again. My secret boyfriend had taken me on a real date, whatever else the night held, this was a good night. 

We made some small talk on the way, but mostly I studied his hand in mine, memorizing every tiny wrinkle and scare, each curve around a knuckle, just everything about him, I wanted to learn each and ever inch of his body, just as I wanted to learn each thought in his mind. I hoped he felt the same about me. I didn't feel like I was just another conquest, but his trying to leave this morning was still in the back my mind. Some fears are easily overcome, and to a foster kid, even one who is now an adult and could leave her foster home whenever she wanted, rejection is the greatest fear of all. 

When we got home, I half expected clowns to jump out of the topiary or something, but it was completely normal. Nothing was out of place, and after we went in, he asked if I was tired and wanted to go to bed.

"Sure, I guess." I said. "Are you sleeping with me tonight?"

"Of course" he replied.

"My room or yours?"

"Yours has a bathroom, girls like having bathrooms," He said, altering his voice to sound like a stoner or moron in a weak attempt at humor.

"Okay, mine it is." I said and began going up the stairs.

"Wait, you said you would tell me what fantasy you were fulfilling when we got home."

"Just a few more steps and I will." he said, then at the top of the stairs concluded "I've got to get something out of my room, can I meet you in five?"

"Sure." I replied.

I went in my room, figuring the fantasy had something to do with what ever he was getting, and quickly changed. I decided to just wear my regular pj's and camisole to bed, but I ditched the panties figuring that sex was going to come into this somewhere, as it had every night and morning since we became a couple, all two days of it. Three now. I turned off the overhead, turned on the table lamp and slid between the covers. A moment later Brent entered wearing basketball shorts that came down to nearly his knees, walked around the bed and crawled in beside me. Most girls would kill to have an Adonis like Brent beside them in bed, with his muscles and blue eyes, but I was getting irritated at him. He wasn't carrying anything else. Then he waited for me to speak. 

Laying on my back when he entered, I rolled towards him and asked "Well, are you going to tell me what fantasy we did?

"Normality."

"What?" 

"Normality. Its the fantasy of every foster kid, but you in particular. I wanted you to feel normal. Because you are, and because I love you."

It was silent for a moment, but after the long pause had given me plenty of time to come up with a reply, the only thing I could think to say was "What?"

"Look" he began, sliding his arm underneath and around me, embracing me gently, as his other hand reach across his body and slowly rubbed my tummy in big lazy circles, "I know you don't want to talk about last night, but one of your rules referred to us thirty years from now. I wanted to show you what we will be like then. We will be just a normal couple, going out to dinner, like we do, maybe watching a movie. Honestly if there was anything worth watching on Wednesday nights I would have just stayed in with you and ordered pizza. But I wanted to show you that thirty years from now, we will be normal."

He was right, but it was the least sexy fantasy I could think of, and given that we had such great make up sex that morning, I was hoping for something,.. well, more erotic.

"So for my fantasy you picked that we could go to dinner and a movie in thirty years if Matlock wasn't on. I see." I rolled over away from him and said "You're stupid." I left enough humor in my voice that he would know I was just kidding, but if he wanted "normal" I was perfectly willing to roll over and go to sleep like I had normally for the previous 18 years of my life.

"Why is that stupid?" He asked.

I rolled back towards him and said. "Honey bunch, I didn't say it was stupid, I said you were" as I smiled.

"Well, why am I stupid?" he asked.

Now I was getting a bit exasperated, "Brent, I love you, but we don't even know if we'll last this summer. Hell, after last night and this morning we don't know if we'll last this week. And you're planning how we act thirty years from now?"

"Last night you were planning that as well."

"Well I didn't mean to make you think..., oh shit. Look, I hope we make it. I really do. I would love nothing more than to grow old with you in a McMansion in the burbs. I love you more than anything or anyone, but we can't see the future. Most couples don't make it. And you! You have so many women after you,, well, you could, ... you could fall in love with another girl at any minute." I finally got the words out through my shaky, cracking voice as the horrible image entered my mind of losing Brent to another. I was almost crying when he finally replied.

"Jessie, if I ever fall in love with another girl" he said, and the words alone stabbed my heart, "it will be because she looks like you, has the same last name, and calls us mom and dad."

"Oh god" I gasped then attacked his mouth with a long kiss. How is it he always says the exact right thing?

My tears of happiness dripped onto his face as I smothered his mouth with mine, our tongues entwined and time frozen. 

Finally in the midst of what was our most passionate kiss to date it occurred to me what to say.

"Okay look Ace," I began, my index finger thumping into his chest, "First off a dream of the future isn't a fantasy, it something we're going to have to work for and build together. Agreed?"

"Agreed. I guess you are right about that." he admitted calmly. "And second?"

"And second" I answered, "Your dick had better be hard because its going inside me as soon as I get these pajama bottoms off."

I lifted my hips off the bed quickly and pulled them down, kicking them first off one foot and then the other, while Brent, surprised into in action for a moment, got his shorts to his knees before I dove on top of him, throwing my left leg across his waist, reaching between my legs and aiming his cock at my pussy. I wasn't totally wet yet, but my core burned and the juices were on their way. Likewise he wasn't totally hard yet, but he was hard enough and I figured that a few moments in my hot, wet snatch would take care of that problem. As usual, I figured right. 

The head of his cock pushed my mostly dry outer lips apart and about an inch into me he passed the level of normal vaginal moisture and tapped into my molten pit of nasty cunt juice. I slide down as far as I could comfortably with the outward dryness, and this really didn't feel particularly good, then rose back up letting his cock take my natural lubricant to the outside, and we were ready to go. I had fantasized about being on top before and was happy I could try it. It seemed perfectly natural as I began rocking my hips against his, rolling my pussy up and down his now fully erect, throbbing shaft. Soon our moans and heavy breathing filled the air. 

Brent reached up to massage my breasts as our bodies synchronized into a natural rhythm. He lifted my camisole over my head as I used his pelvic bone to massage my not throbbing clit. Orgasm was quickly building within me, Brent held my waist and began pumping his cock into me from below even more, and I picked up the pace to match his thrusts. I closed my eyes and let the feeling of pure sexual abandon wash over me. Recall that I had always had a negative self image, but as I closed my eyes and imagined his cock inside, spraying his seed directly into my womb, it somehow occurred to me that I would never feel this comfortable and confident if I were naked in front of any one else, much less naked and riding their member with such wanton abandon. 

I opened my eyes at this revelation, as I realized the love I had for Brent had altered my basic being and made me stronger, better, and more confident of the woman that I was. Brent had his eyes closed and his brow was sweating as we continued to fuck each other, with a feeling that was so natural that it seemed almost wholesome somehow. I leaned forward until my face was near enough to kiss him, and showered his face with tiny pecks of my lips before our mouths intertwined. His thrusting came to a stop and I thought that perhaps he had already launched his creamy load into me, but he remained rock hard and just smiled as I slowly ground my pussy onto his member.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 06



"What you thinking?" He asked.

"Just how much I love you" I said as I touched the side of his face, before leaning down to kiss him again. 

He rolled us over so that I was on my back, my legs in the air around him, and I thought of nice it would be to finish this way, me on my back, comfortably receiving his cum. Brent had other ideas though and pulled his cock from me. 

"You want to try something else?" he asked as I stared at his hard wet cock. 

"What did you have in mind? I smiled.

"Turn over and let me take you from behind?"

Okay, so I already figured Brent was an ass man, but after my first anal session the night before had left me an emotional wreck, not from the sex itself but from the degrading ass juice licking things I couldn't' help but doing in my excitement that left me feeling demeaned and filthy, I figured he would leave my damn shit pipe alone for awhile. On the other hand, I had told him this morning I would do it again sometime. Damn me and my big mouth. 

"Just be gentle"

"Okay" he replied.

I rolled over, pushed my face into the pillow. I knew that he knew to lube both he and I up first, but instead of the cool lube, I felt his hot tongue on my ass. This had driven me wild the first night we were together, as well as last night when I lost control. I dutifully reached back and opened my cheeks for his invading tongue, as he probed my delicate backside and every nerve in my body arose in unison and cried out for sex. I don't know what it is about having my asshole licked that sets me off, but Brent had found my sexual Achilles heel and in about a minute I went from nice suburban girlfriend to cock hungry slut, willing to be degraded just for a bit of his sweet hard cock. 

As he licked my backside, I began bucking my hips to get more of his tongue inside my dark canal. I moaned and cried, striking the bed with my fist until my body made me stop so that I could again hold my butt open for his invading flesh. And once I was totally out of my mind, speaking in tongues and shaking all over, my pussy juice dripping to the sheets, he stopped.

I felt the warmth of his body in the cool room hovering behind me, about to enter, and it occurred to me "He didn't use any lube. Fuck this is going to hurt!"

Instead though, just as I looked over my shoulder, what little bit of my mind that was working imploring me to tell him to stop, he entered me. He entered my hot, wet, dripping, convulsing pussy, and I came right then. There was just no stopping it, it was the best feeling I had ever had as I felt each inch of him slide into my sopping wet fuck hole. 

Brent did use my ass, but only as a hand grip on my hips as I fucked my pussy violently back towards him. My mind melted and I entered a world of pure animal lust and sexuality. As he began fucking my cunt, sliding his cock into depths he had never explored, each stroke causing the head of his dick to ram gently into my cervix with that not unpleasent jab of alarm, another thing happened. I had heard of a G spot from my research, but had never gone looking for mine, if indeed I had one. Until this time all my orgasms had been from my clit, caused by my fingers, or lately Brent's mouth and penis. Brent of course, being the trailblazer in my sexuality, found it with the head of his dick on the first stroke of doggy style, To cap it off, his shaft would stroke my clit as well, and as he plunged into me his balls also joined the cause of making me lose my mind by slapping it gently as well.

I became a molten body of fuck. I wasn't a girl anymore, my whole being was my vagina, as if the only reason I existed at that moment was to receive pleasure from Brent's cock sliding into me, each stroke causing a new wave of orgasm to descend, overlapping the last so it was in the end just one long cumming. I cried out, I moaned, I tried to catch fleeting breaths as he plowed away, I didn't think I could stand it and I never wanted it to end. My cunt spasmed with a mind of its own, squeezing his cock and trying to milk his sweet hot cum from it. I had no control over what my body was doing to him, I only hoped he was enjoying me as much as I was his dick. 

Finally, after either 10 minutes or a lifetime, I couldn't say for sure, Brent squeezed my hips hard, hard enough to leave little bruises in the morning that I saw as a badge of honor, yelped, there is no other word for the noise that came from his lips, and dumped his load deep inside me as my pussy contracted in its seemingly permanent orgasmic state. 

We both collapsed, he a top me and still deep within me. I felt nothing but security, joy and happiness as he rested, mostly on my back, as we both tried to catch our breath. Finally, with the sweet nastiness that I loved, Brent softened and fell out of me, a generous dollop of his seed and my juice dripping out of me as he did. 

Brent rolled off of me, but I'm not sure when. Even though he wasn't fucking me any longer, the depth of my orgasm, which felt like it was coming from inside my pussy and from my clit at the same time, was still tingling through out me. 

As I returned to earth, it occurred to me that I had been just as out of my mind tonight as I had the night before, but this time Brent knew my limits and was there to bring me back safely. I returned from the state of ecstasy and found that for several minutes at least he had been gently dragging is fingertips around my back, caressing me so softly that I had not even noticed. I loved him now more than ever, and now only wanted to sleep so I could wake up and love him more tomorrow. 

"Hey" I said as I finally rolled over to face Brent.

"Hey" he smiled. "You're so beautiful."

"Thank you. I don't think so, but thank you. I just want to be beautiful to you."

"You are. You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

"You're silly." I smiled, but my stomach was tingling from the loving flattery. 

"You really don't see it do you?" he asked.

"No, I really don't. I'm too tall, and my boobs are too small for a tall girl, and my hair only looks good when I curl it and fuck with it for an hour an"

"Don't do that" he interrupted.

"Don't do what?"

"Don't go looking for your faults, if you have faults other folks are happy to find them for you, and none of the things you just said are true anyway. You should be a model. You want to know what scares me? I'm scared one day you'll wake up and realize you can do much better than me and be gone."

"Don't be stupid. I'm not that pretty, and I'm certainly not that vain. And, shit Brent, you're hot. You were always the hottest guy at school. So shut up. And stop being such a pussy, I'm not ever going to leave you. You're stuck with me it looks like." I said smiling. "Besides, I would have to teach another guy to eat my ass." I laughed.

"I was worried you thought it might be demeaning again." he said, surprisingly serious.

"Don't be silly. Its only degrading when I do it. When you do it, its because you love me and want my ass to be happy." I giggled.

Brent's silence told me I needed to say something else, but I wasn't sure what. "Look, I tried it on you, and I just couldn't do it. If you want, I will try it again, but I don't' really want to. Its just not my thing to lick your butt. Even though your butt looks delicious." I smiled.

"You're the one with the great butt. Let me ask you, what do you think the guys at school used to say about you?" Brent asked.

"That I was prude that wouldn't put out." I said, because I knew it to be true and because I was okay with it. 

"Some did, but mostly they talked about your ass. You have the greatest ass ever. That's why I wanted to kiss it and lick it to begin with. I'm not even an ass guy, I'm a leg man. But of course you have the longest, most perfect legs ever too. And don't complain about having to curl your hair and shit. I love your hair when it's wet and in a pony tail in the morning before you do all that shit. You are more beautiful with no make up wearing sweats than any other woman is after a day at the salon in lingerie. So stop fretting over your looks and accept that you are beautiful. Besides, when you put yourself down, it sounds like you are insulting my girlfriend. And nobody does that!" he smiled. 

"Okay. I'll try not to insult your slutty cocksucking girlfriend" I grinned. 

"See? You can't do that, stop with the negative image."

"What negative image? I suck your cock. I love sucking your cock. I want to spend my life sucking your cock. I don't' see sucking your cock as a negative at all, I'm quite proud of being your cock sucker.You need to come to grips with the fact that your girlfriend is a cock sucker." I smiled gleefully just to irritate him. 

"Well, I like eating your ass. Your cute, pink super tight ass," He grinned.

"Good, because I want you to feel like you can kiss my ass whenever you want!" I laughed. 

"I thought you didn't like it." he said, suddenly serious.

"What? No, I love it. I just don't like doing it to you. I wouldn't of tied to if you doing it to me didn't make me so out of control."

"I don't like you doing it to me either. It feels really weird. And you didn't lose control tonight."

'Bullshit!" Isaid, slapping him teasingly with a throw pillow. "When you stopped I was so out of my mind I thought you were about to fuck my asshole without lube, I and I was ready to let you! I was totally out of control, but you know something?

"What?"

"I knew you were there to keep me from hurting myself, and I trusted you to not hurt me. Either physically or emotionally." I said.

"Good" he said as he fell back into the pillows to finally go to sleep. "We made a lot of progress on trust today."

I smiled and considered his words and thought, "For a dumb guy he can be pretty smart sometimes." I lay my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me. 

I don't recall having ever slept better.




Come back for Part VII in a few days. Jessie's world is about to become difficult.



The Descending of Jessica Ch. 07



Welcome back to my quasi memoir. Only the embellished parts have been embellished, and the names have been changed to protect the innocent. And the guilty too for that matter. You might want to read the first six chapters to find out how I got here. I'm not prone to filling in the blanks. A couple of people have asked why guys weren't coming by the club to flirt with me anymore and since you are curious I figured you deserved an explanation. Some did, but most stopped after a while. I suppose its because they never got anywhere with me and got tired of being shot down. Also, even though no one knew of our romance, Brent is pretty intimidating as a big brother, and if someone hung around too much he always dropped off the life guard stand to stop by to check on me. For folks that wondered why I don't mention the girls that were flirting with Brent, they weren't getting anywhere either, so I stopped worrying about them. One person wrote to know what sort of pool only had one life guard. Well, none I know of. The club had several, but they aren't important to the story and I am probably too wordy already. Hope that helps. 

Also, if you want to skip ahead to the nasty parts, start with the first sentence. 




I woke up on the verge of orgasm. Brent's fingers were gently sliding up and down my wet slit, and massaging my clit masterfully. I don't know how long he had been doing this, but it was clear that as I slept my body reacted to his loving attention and I was about to cum. I opened my eyes and looked up to see him smiling down at me.

"Good morning sweetie" he smiled.

"Uuuuugggggeeeerrrrraaaaaapppppgggghhhhhh" I replied, unable at the moment to form thoughts, much less words. He beamed his perfect teeth at me, happy at my pleasure. In just a few moments more, I came on his hand, my juices felt like they spurted out of me as I groaned and bucked my hips through my climax. Damn I loved this man.

I had known Brent for two years. We met when I moved into the Anderson's home as their foster daughter. At the time, Brent was their foster son, but unlike me they were able to adopt him. Although the same age, he was a year ahead of me in school, thanks to my biological mother's incompetence at raising children. What I thought had been two years of sibling friendliness, for lack of a better word, had been Brent trying to express his affections for me. Although he was always dear to me, and had been my best friend since we met, I had always considered him to be more like my brother than anything else. Two days ago, in a moment that must have taken him great courage, he corrected my perception of him, and of our relationship. Ever since we had spent every waking, and sleeping, moment together. We worked together at the local country club by the pool, he as a lifeguard and I running the concessions stand and our evenings, and mornings, we spent finding new ways to pleasure each other. Tuesday he had awoken just in time to cum in my mouth, and yesterday, after a painful misunderstanding we had made love on the bar in the kitchen where just over a year ago he had helped me with my homework every night. Today it was my turn to cum awake apparently, and I couldn't complain. 

In fact I couldn't' complain mainly because it was difficult to catch my breath as each subsiding orgasm brought forth another. He slide two fingers into my drenched fuck hole and deftly found the G spot we had discovered within me the night before, and I went from an 18 year old girl having a major orgasm to a 5'11, 36C –34-38 auburn haired skin bag of carnality. I writhed and moaned, almost hyperventilating as I came again and again. I felt like I was losing my mind as Brent fingered me, my hot juices dripping both down his hand and my ass to the bed. I could no longer control my body as I first thrashed about one way, then the other as my pelvis bucked up and down engulfing his loving touch. I came so hard I could barely breath and just as I thought I might black out he withdrew mercifully, and gently rubbed my clit and lips as I came down from ecstasy and regained my senses.

"What brought that on?" I asked once my breathing returned to normal. 

Brent just smiled. "I just wanted you to be happy"

I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before seven, we had a couple hours before we had to be at work, and as my period was due to start in the next day or so, every possible moment of intimacy was important and meant to be shared with Brent. Not that our relationship was purely sexual, but it was clear we were releasing two years of repressed feelings for one another, and I didn't want it to stop. I know some folks are okay with sex during that time, but to me it just seemed messy and a bit too personal. I noticed Brent's eyes had left mine and he was moving his eyes up and down my naked body. Three days ago if anyone had done that I would have surely been driven into a panic attack or even psychological break down, but I was so comfortable with Brent it didn't really make me even self conscious. I reached over and rubbed his cock through the shorts he had slept in, and found it already hard and erect. I stroked it back and forth through the satiny nylon basketball shorts lazily, as if it was as natural as holding hands, as to me, it was. 

As his eyes continued to study my body, and I regained the ability to have a conversation, I decided it was time to ask what he thought about my body.

"Its perfect in every way" was his reply.

Well that's sweet I thought, but not particularly informative. "What's your favorite part?"

"You know that, its your legs. I love your legs. They are so long it amazes me."

"I thought you would say my butt" I giggled, but, after all the attention he had paid it I figured this to be the truthful answer.

"You butt could be the basis for a religious cult. But I'm a leg man" he said and he ran his hand up and down my thigh as if to emphasis the point. 

"So you don't love my pussy" I teased.

"What? Are you crazy? I love your pussy!"

"Yeah, but its not your favorite part of me." I quiped.

"You're silly. You pussy is wonderful. You have the very best pussy ever." he smiled.

"Oh, so you hate my boobies." I giggled.

"Stop! I'm not going to feed your self doubts this morning." he exclaimed, exasperated.

"I knew it! Its my boobies you hate about me!" I laughed as I stopped stroking his meat and pinched a nipple with each hand. "Don't worry girls" I said, looking down at my chest, "I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"

"I don't hate your boobies! Your tits are incredible, you have the cutest nips I've ever seen, and I spent the last year looking at a lot of internet porn!"

"Well, don't tell me, tell them. You better kiss them and apologize and tell them you love them." I smiled as I tugged his shorts down, exposing his engorged penis.

"Honey, we have to jump in the shower and get ready for work" he said, but dutifully leaned over and gently suckled each nipple between his moist lips.

"We have time for a quick one." I replied with a devilish smile, "and you can just jump in the pool when we get there anyway."

"Yeah but what about you?" he asked, his voice starting to have difficulty as my soft hand stroked his raging hard dick.

"I'll just skip the shower and your cum can run down my legs all day. You love my legs don't you?" This made no sense to me even as I said it, but when you're worked up you don't have to necessarily make sense.

"I would never want you to do that." he replied, knowing I wasn't serious.

"Okay, you can pull out and cum in my mouth like they do in movies" Actually, I wondered why he hadn't done this already since it was such a common occurrence on the internet, but I was still learning that the things I had seen there didn't necessarily happen often in reality. 

He climbed onto the bed and lay between my legs, about to enter me, and asked "Really? You would be okay with that?"

"Sure, I love your cum! And besides, " was all I got out as he slide his cock into me, making me gasp as he filled me to my limits."ahhhhh uuuuuuhhh besides, I might as well get used to it, we're about to start blow job week." His stroke made more conversation pointless, other than me shouting "Fuck me!" and "Oh shit I love your cock fuck me fuck fuck fuck" and the like. Truthfully, I was not going as strongly as I had previously, I think waking up to Brent fingering me to orgasm had sated me, and while the feeling of his fucking my tight cunt was the absolute height of pleasure, I wasn't out of my mind with lust as I had been with him on previous occasions. Now, it wasn't like I was thinking of painting the bedroom or doing laundry, but it felt to me like a very much ordinary, every day kind of fucking meant to just satisfy physical urges, share some time intimately and not be some infinitely large symbol of our enduring love. 

And I loved that. 

See, Brent had told me something about myself the night before that my previous 18 years had not taught me yet. I very much like normal. And a normal every day fuck, was me giving myself to the man I loved for his pleasure. Oh, I got a lot out of it too mind you, and I now know that I am one of the minority of women that can orgasm from intercourse alone, but this time, it was about his pleasure. Before it had been about mine, or me giving him my virginity, and I was lost in carnality then, unable to control my spasming, contorting, contracting body. 

This time, I got to control fucking Brent back, and I attacked the task with zeal. I raked my fingernails gently across his back and kissed him, while I fucked my pelvis up in rhythm to his cock entering and exiting me. I ran my hands down to his butt, and squeezed him gently between my thighs. But the main thing I did was control my vaginal muscles to squeeze and milk his cock, while whispering to him how much I loved him, and how much I wanted to please him. I begged him to cum and talked nasty to him, telling him craved his "hot cock juice" in me, and asking him to "please please fuck my pussy!"

Brent responded quickly and came fast, pumping his baby batter into me. I did cum at the end, just a small pleasant orgasm that made me cry out my love for Brent, like an exclamation point at the end of a sentence, but mainly my happiness was in serving my man and know we loved each other! The feminist in me must have been on vacation at that time, but it was important to me to show myself my willingness to love.

Brent collapsed on me telling me how much he loved me and needed me. I was for once the one of more rational thought, and my thoughts were how much I needed him too. Three days earlier, he was my brother and best friend. Now, he was my boyfriend and the man I wanted to spend my life with.

"Wait" I thought, "Where the hell did that come from?" Brent had talked about us in 30 years last night, and I truly never wanted to lose him, but I knew most relationships fail. Why was I now having thoughts to commit to forever with a guy who was my boyfriend for three days? Of course Brent said he had loved me the whole two years, and I had him too, but not in a way that would have made it feel right to see each other naked while saying "Hey! Lets put that in here" or "Ooooo, I wonder what this tastes like."

Crap, I was beginning to sound like a character on the WB. Fuck it. I love the guy and that's the end of it.

"What you thinking about?" Brent asked, his voice soft and loving.

"Just how much I love you" I answered truthfully. "What are you thinking about?"

He sat up and had a smirk on his face. "I was wondering what you meant by "Blow job week"?"

We both laughed at this. "Well, you know I'm about to start, and if we were to do anything down there it would be pretty messy and gross. So that's a no no."

"And I get blow jobs for a week?" he smiled.

"Well, unless you make me mad. Oh, and I'll be emotional and get mad easy. So you might want to keep chocolate handy at all times." I laughed.

"Is it really that bad?" he asked seriously.

"Well for some girls it can be but mine's never been too terrible. A few cramps at first, then a lot of bleeding, but that tapers off in a couple of days and I.... do you really want to know this?" I asked seriously. 

"I want to know everything about you." he replied. 

"Hmmmm, I don't know what else to tell you. I mean, its kind of gross to talk about."

"How soon after you stop the pill does it start?"

"Well sometimes it takes a day or two, but I'm usually pretty prompt. You can expect me to be grumpy this evening." I smiled.

"So you will know then whether you're pregnant from yesterday morning then?"

"What?"

"Well, you took your last pill yesterday, but it was after we, you know, did it in the kitchen. I was just wondering when you would know."

I fell back on the pillows and sighed. "My boyfriend is a moron."

"I'm sorry, I've just been worried about that. I don't know about birth control and all that."

"I'm curious" I said, lifting myself up on one elbow and turning my head towards him, "since clearly you slept through health class did you give the teacher sexual favors or drugs in order to pass?"

"No, I just thought that you had to take it before you had sex."

"I took it the day before, and the day before that, and so on. It's 99 point something percent effective. Its just important that you take it at the same time everyday."

"Then why don't you just take more to avoid... you know" he asked.

"Because, "

"Because why?"

"Because it tells my body that I'm already pregnant so I won't get more pregnant and I can't be pregnant all the time. So five days a month you take a placebo that has no hormones in it, and you have your period then the cycle starts over."

"Oh. I think I understand." Brent said, but it was clear he didn't. 

"I need to jump in the shower honey, and its too early for health class. Just trust me, Okay?" I sat up and got out of bed, walking to the bathroom naked, completely comfortable in front of Brent. 

"But what if you were pregnant?" he asked

"Then we'd have to get married sooner and have a baby. It would be a horrible scandal that would rock the foundation of the community. And if its a boy I would want to name him after you." I quipped, as I turned my head to see him looking not at my eyes, but half way down my body. "And stop staring at my ass!" I grinned.

I had shampooed my hair, shaved my legs, pubs and pits, which doesn't take long as I have them all waxed regularly, and soaped up all over when I heard the door open. Brent stepped into the shower and without a word kissed me. I had no horny left though, and as it turned out, neither did he. It was fun soaping him up and washing him as he did the same for me, and my shower took at least twice as long as normal. His cock almost came back to life as I slathered body wash all over it, but it went flaccid again when rinsed. Still, making out in the shower was a new and pleasurable experience. 

As I turned the water off and stepped out to towel myself dry, Brent asked "Did you mean that?

"Did I mean what?"

"About getting married and having a baby?"

How does one answer this? Truthfully, yes I did mean it, but I didn't necessarily want it. I would rather see if we can stand each other in a few years, after we finish college and get started in the world. But yes, if I were pregnant I would want to have the baby, and I would want to raise it in a home with a father and a mother, something I was denied as a child.

"Yes, but I don't want to get pregnant right now. Look you seem obsessed about our future, and I think its the same reason I am. In the past we didn't have families, and family is important to us. Its probably more important to you and I than to most people that we find the right person and stay with them forever. And I know you say you've loved me for two years now, since we met, but this is new to me. I never realized my feelings until you made me Monday night and I'm getting adjusted nicely, but I'm still adjusting, I've never had a boyfriend, much less a...." I paused for not having a word for what Brent was to me, and stared for a second before getting my train of thoughts back on track. "I think we will be one of the couples that beats the odds, but realistically its crazy for us to plan our future together beyond a few months at this time. So here's the deal. We agree that we will try being a couple for the summer, we still have to keep it on the low down for Allison and Ron's sake, and we don't worry beyond the summer. We can dream about the future, and in our imaginations think of where we want to be down the road, but we aren't going to live under that kind of pressure to decide this summer. And I promise you Brent, that before we leave for school we will have a sit down, just me and you, and we will decide then what we are going to be through the next year until we get back from college. Okay?"

"I like day dreaming about us though." he said.

"Brent! I do too! But I don't want to worry so much about deciding our future that we forget to be happy with each other today. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm pretty sure the best thing that ever will, but right now, I just want to enjoy every minute with you and not worry. Oh, and I'm about to get all cranky and emotional and if we keep talking about being happy 30 years from now instead of being happy now!."

He finally agreed to my terms. Why are guys so stubborn? Just give us what we want and we won't have to argue about it.

Work passed without incident that day, it was cloudy and most of the housewives stayed home to play bridge, or darn socks or whatever they do when they aren't half naked by the pool ignoring their children swimming while staring at my boyfriend. Their semi drunk husbands were out in force but with no excuse to go by the pool they had no reason to drop by the concession stand and offer unsolicited college advice to my boobies. Mostly we spent the day having a long text conversation about college and my potential majors. I was thinking of either being a history teacher (my best class) or English teacher (as I liked to write), but Brent suggested that I look into his major of accounting. I also thought about social work so I could help other kids that had grown up in my situation. Brent said he considered that too, but that he decided against it as he would want to take them all home and the sorrow factor was just too high. I felt much the same way and decided to approach any career involving social work with great caution. 

Brent knew about my mother, but I knew little about his biological parents. He was quite shy in talking about them. I did know his father had been killed in the military, but in an accident after the war rather than in the actual fighting. His father was Hispanic, not that that matters, but from him he got his jet black hair and perennially tan skin. I had seen a picture of his mother holding him as a baby and she was a classic Nordic blonde in appearance, which must be where he got his steely blue eyes. She had some kind of severe break down and was hospitalized, somewhere along the way surrendering her rights to Brent. His ripped, muscular body he got from constantly working out, something both of us had gotten away from this week. Still, I figured our nocturnal, as well as waking, activities had burned off more calories that we had consumed. Well for him at least, I'm not sure how many calories are in an orgasm worth of his semen, but I had swallowed or otherwise ingested a lot of that this week!

Late in the afternoon I felt a few little cramps, and by the time we got home it was time to welcome Aunt Flo for her monthly visit. Brent cooked a scrumptious dinner of steak and baked potatoes and we at at the dining room table like normal people. I had hoped to get some laundry done but instead decided to put on my pj's and curl up on the couch under an afghan eating chocolate Haagen-Dazs. After he had cleaned up the kitchen and done the dishes (Yay!) as well as washed my linens,(Yay again!) made my bed and done a load of laundry I trusted him not to fuck up, he joined me on the couch. I snuggled beside him and rested my head on his shoulder, pulled the afghan over me again and thanked him for the house work. 




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 07



"No problem, I got it dirty as much as you did."

"Not my linens..." I said, then caught myself. "Well, yeah, I guess you helped them get dirty too didn't you?" I giggled.

He returned my laugh with the most kissable smile in the world. "You feeling okay baby?" he asked.

"Yeah, just a little run down and crampy. It's normal." I replied.

"Wish there was something I could do."

"Just hold me. Oh, and you can massage my boobies if you are really gentle."

"Huh?"

"Massage my breasts. I believe you've become familiar with them?" I smiled.

"So... you want to...."

"Oh god no!" I said, "it releases some kind of hormone or something. Makes me feel better."

"Me too" he smiled as he gently scooped up first one, then the other, lightly massaging them as if they might break if he were too rough. I closed my eyes, lay my head on his shoulder, and took a nap. 

So right about now my readers are probably thinking "Nap? What the fuck Jessie! Go outside and suck his dick then fuck him reverse cow girl style in the neighbors yard or something! We didn't read this far for nothing!!!"

Geez, you guys are pushy! And that's definitely not what happened.

I woke up an hour or two later, just in time to go to bed. I was still resting on Brent's shoulder, and he was still awake, running his fingers through my long auburn hair, and ever so lightly massaging my breasts. The tv was on quietly across the room, but his eyes weren't on it.

"What's on?" I asked, as the sleep cleared from my eyes.

"No idea, I was watching you." he smiled.

I wasn't sure if that was sweet or creepy but it was Brent, so I went with sweet. 

"I love you" I whispered and kissed him.

"I love you too"

"Thank you for taking care of me this evening" I said as I ran my left had up his leg, where it had been resting, and upwards towards his chest. "Whoa!" I thought to myself as my palm slide lightly over his loins, "Major boner situation there!"

I knew I had been referring to my period as "blow job week" and was afraid I had set expectations too high. I didn't feel sexy, or even attractive right now, and I didn't feel like having any sort of sex. While I loved giving Brent head, the thought made me ill at the moment as I get a little nauseous at this time. Still, I didn't want to send him to bed unsatisfied. I loved him and it was too early in our relationship to let him down. I spied a box of tissue on the end table beside Brent and decided they were about to come in handy. 

"Brent honey, would you hand me my purse?" I asked as I sat up right to allow him to bend and reach it.

He obediently reached down and pulled it up off the floor beside the couch and handed it to me. I continued to sit up right as I found the lotion I was looking for in my purse, then laid my head back on Brent's shoulder as he draped his arm back around me. I rubbed the lotion on my hands, as anyone might do and Brent played with my hair lovingly, not suspecting at all when I looked to him and said "You need to take your shorts off."

He looked at me and I smiled mischievously back. 

"Blow job week?" he smiled.

"Not up to it tonight honey, sorry. But get those shorts off, I want to take care of you."

"You don't have to do that" he said

"I know, but you've taken such good care of me tonight, I want to make you happy too." I smiled this kissed his cheek. 

He unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled his shorts and boxers off, kicking them off his feet, wondering I suppose what I had planned. His hard, throbbing erection sprung forth and stood at attention for me to admire. I salivated at the memories of the things we had done expressing our love over the last few days, but the notion of putting his swollen head and veiny shaft in my mouth didn't occur to me. I just wasn't feeling it due to my overall state.

"Still, a wife has duties to perform sometimes" I thought as I filled my palm with lotion and slathered it on his throbbing member. "Wait. What the fuck? Wife? Where the hell did that come from?" I thought. "Geez Jessie, get your head on straight, you've been dating what? Four days?" I thought as I began stroking my hand lovingly up and down his shaft. "Give yourself permission to day dream" I thought, "if it feels good to say wife, then say wife. Okay. I'm good, I can think about it."

"Mmmmmm" Brent sighed as he closed his eyes and relaxed. 

"You have the most beautiful cock" I whispered to him.

"Thank you" he sighed. "I'm quite proud of it." he grinned.

"Me too. I want to show it off to all my friends" I giggled, making him snicker as well. 

I played with his cock, trying different ways of sliding my hand. When it got too sticky, I added more lotion. Sometimes I would reach the top and squeeze really hard just to watch the head turn dark purple, other times I would swirl my hand round it as I went up and down. I would get bored with the shaft and just rub the head in circles while cupping it in my palm and he really loved when I did this. What caused him to react the most though was rubbing my thumb in a kind of figure 8 move as I used it to apply pressure on the underside where the head met the shaft. 

Eventually though my arm started to tire. Brent was really going at this point and I had increased my tempo accordingly, but the emphasis was becoming on the "job" part of "hand job." "Maybe I can help him along" I thought.

"Brent honey, do you love me?"

"Oh god yes Jessie, you know I" he panted as he approached the brink, unable to finish his sentence.

"Would you do something for me?"

"Yes, anything!" he gasped.

"I want you to cum for me, will you do that? Cum for me?" I whispered as sensually as I could.

"Where?" He asked

This I had not considered. I didn't really care where, so I hadn't given it any though. Still, saying "in a tissue, there's a box on your right" didn't seem to have the right sense of romance about it, I asked "Where do you want to honey?"

"Eeuungggh" he grunted as I still stroked, "Face."

I couldn't' fuck him right now, and oral sex was out due to my nausea, but if my husband wanted to cum on my face like a porn star I could do that" I thought as I slide off the couch and knelt before him, letting him take over stroking his rock hard cock. 

"Wait a sec" I thought, "husband? Jessie, get your act together! Boy friend, not husb"and the first splash of his hot jism landed on the side of my nose and my cheek and I stopped thinking about anything else. A wad of steaming slime hit me next on the forehead and I felt some land in my hair, then on my lips and chin. "Was he aiming this?" I wondered, looking up to see him manhandling his cock, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he moaned in ecstasy. Cum splashed for the last time on my cheek and although he wasn't drained and continued to pump semen out, it more oozed now and fell as a runny string of white slime to the floor. He pulled one last time on his cock, harder than I ever had, and milked a final drop out which rested on the time of his plum mushroom. I finally gave in and leaned forward to lick it off, savoring its nasty sweetness in spite of how I felt. 

"You're amazing." he said after he gasped as my mouth touched him. 

"Am not, just love you" I said looking up at him. 

Brent said nothing and just stared at me. I couldn't figure out why, until I realized I was covered in his discharge. I stood up, looked in the mirror and saw my face and hair festooned with his cock sauce. It had ran and dripped everywhere and there was hardly a place that didn't have some goo on it. 

"What did do to me Brent? I'm a mess!" I laughed as I grabbed the tissues. I started blotting it off, but that shit sticks to everything it seems.

"Here let me help" he said, standing and retrieving his own tissue, "I have more experience in dealing with spills like this" causing us both to laugh. "You can't blot it, you have to wipe it, see?" he said as he wiped a large gloopy smear from my forehead.

"Got it!" I giggled as I gave up on blotting and took to wiping myself, each of us discarding tissues into a pile on the end table. By the time we finished, my skin felt fantastic, like I was in the middle of a hot towel and eucalyptus facial at the spa, only one that smelled vaguely like bleach, and about 25 or so tissues were wadded up on the table. 

"You cum a lot" I smiled, then before he could say anything asked, "did you enjoy that?"

"Very much so. I always wanted to do that. Made me feel like a porn star." he smiled. "You sure you didn't find it degrading?"

I thought about this. Truthfully, no, I didn't. I suppose I should have, but I just thought it was kind of silly. If it was a fantasy and a turn on for my husband I could go along with it.

"No, it's just kind of" and I stopped, thinking again about what I had just thought. I couldn't' stop thinking of us as married. That confused and, well "scared" isn't the right word, but alarmed me. I hadn't just fallen in love with Brent in the last few days, but I had also accepted in my heart that we would always be together. This is a weird thing for anyone to feel, but especially a person who grew up rejected by her mother, never knew her father and bounced from one home to another until she landed here. My independence was all I really knew, had I really surrendered it so quickly? Still, there was no doubt I was mad about Brent, just crazy stupid in love with him, and I judged it was okay to have crazy, stupid, in love kind of thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Brent asked.

"What?"

"You zoned out for a minute." he said.

"Oh nothing, just hormones making me scatter brained." I replied. "You ready for bed?"

"You mean.." his voice tapered off and I realized he was wondering if I had given in on my "no intercourse during my period rule"

"Oh god no." Just to sleep. I would like to sleep with you tonight, if you want to. If you would rather sleep better in your room I understand.. 

"Let's make this easy. Until Ron and Allison get back, why don't I just move into your room and we'll call it "our" room?" Brent asked.

"Hmmm, I would be giving up half a room that way. Why don't we move into your room?" I smiled.

"Bathroom" he said, referring to the fact that my bedroom, like the master suite Ron and Allison slept in, had its own, where as he used one in the hall.

"Right. Wow, you're not as dumb as you look" I said as I wrapped my arms around him.

We went to bed that night and woke up the next morning. I was even more cruddy sick then, but began to be on the mend as the day progressed, and was able to help around the house the next night. We spent the week snuggling, kissing and on a couple of occasions making out on the couch for hours. By the following night, "Blow Job Week" began in earnest and I spent my mornings and evenings making sure Brent was satisfied sexually. The thought of us married kept jumping into my mind at odd times, not all of them during sex. As we loaded the dishwasher, or as he mowed the lawn and I brought him a glass of tea (sweet tea, like we have in the south, not some English hot tea drunk by folks that never invented an ice machine), and of course when we expressed ourselves romantically and sexually. 

Ron and Allison came home and our sex lives became more challenging. Brent was disappointed that we couldn't be together every night, as was I, and I think we both missed falling asleep and waking up in each others arms. Since we couldn't express our affections at home, or at work obviously, we took to sneaking around like every other young adult living at home. Although it was a bit frustrating sexually, I loved the feeling of normal that it gave. Once or twice a week we could call Allison and tell her we were going to a movie, then rush off to a cheap hotel to bang ourselves silly. A couple of nights a week they would go out to dinner and we would wave off claiming to be tired from work and jump in my bed for a quickie. In July, Ron and Allison took off for Europe for two weeks and we drove them to the airport, about an hour away. As we couldn't wait at the gate with them due to security, we drove back and probably before their plane was in the air we were fucking like rabbits and would be until their return. 

Our love grew exponentially and it no longer bothered me to think of being Brent's wife or he my husband. It felt like the natural next step. As per our agreement though we did not discuss it, we only talked about the now. How we loved each other, now. How we needed each other, now, and, of course, how we wanted each other now. The longer we were together, the more I was able to associate my feelings of the last two years with the feelings that grew within me. By the time we left for Orlando, instead of the two months we had been together, it felt more and more like two years, like we had always been a couple since I had moved in. Brent worshiped me and was always gentle, he never went out of any boundaries I set, sometimes I didn't feel like doing something and he respected the limit. I trusted him more and more, and for those of you that are wondering, yes, I did try anal again, and I began to like the feelings it gave me physically and emotionally that were different from conventional intercourse. I grew as a woman and gained a great deal of confidence. We kept our life together hidden from the world and our secret became more and more difficult to keep. Girls I knew from high school would run into me and laughingly ask if I had seen Danny, and I so wanted to tell them that I had Brent as my boyfriend now and Danny could die for all I cared, but I couldn't tell them. Oh well, they would find out when the wedding announcement went in the paper. 

I had promised to sit down and have a talk with Brent about our future before we each left for college, and I knew now what I was going to say. It would wait until we got back from Orlando with the Andersons though. I had never been there and was so looking forward to wading into the crowds at Epcot and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter (I told you I was a nerd!) and holding Brent's hand and maybe stealing a kiss from him as the crowd protected us from Ron and Allison's eyes. 

But that trip is a story for the next chapter.

Does everything go well? Of course not! My boyfriend is an idiot!



The Descending of Jessica Ch. 08



Hey, it's me again, welcome back to my memoir. I may someday go back to write more about the time Brent and I spent together that summer before college, but that will probably be another set of stories, another time. There were some interesting things happen then, but I want to move along now. I love getting comments, so if you have criticism, good or bad, feel free to send it my way. I got a couple complaints about the chapter on anal sex, but I tried to be honest about it and show both the good and bad. Sorry if I offended anyone, that wasn't my intent. If you truly will "never read my writing again", then you probably aren't seeing this right now anyway. I also have gotten some notes about grammatical errors, and I will try to do better in that regard, thanks! I would point out, as you will learn in the next chapter(spoiler alert!) that I majored in history, not English. Anyway if you want to skip to the nasty parts, Ha! You're on your own! At the end of Chapter 7 my story skipped ahead to the end of summer and that is where this chapter starts.

Just a reminder, ALL names have been changed and any similarity to anyone living, dead, or in the case of zombie uprising, undead, is purely coincidental. 

I should also warn you that this story is more about our romance than our sex life, although I've put that in too. If you have no sense of romance then your soul is dead, and you should probably just read the last few paragraphs and wait for the next chapter. Totally up to you!

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I had promised Brent when we first started dating, two and a half months ago now, that we would sit down and discuss our future, where we were and where we were going, and what we ultimately were to each other. The time for that conversation was quickly approaching, but I wasn't stressing. We were so very much in love, and I knew Brent was the man for me now. I knew I always wanted him in my life, to the exclusion of all others. Even though we had dated for such a short time, Brent had always said he fell in love with me two years earlier when I first moved into the home of Dr and Allison Anderson as their foster child, and in retrospect I had come to realize that what I had interpreted as friendliness or the familial bond between siblings had actually been Brent trying to tell me how he felt. He gave up and dated others, but never really had a serious girlfriend. Likewise, although he constantly had invaded my thoughts, especially those I had after dark in my room as my moistened fingertips probed my flesh, I had always seen him as a brother. I dated other guys, but rarely more than once as I never had sex with them, and rarely even kissed them good night even. I had the reputation of being a prude, and I was okay with that. My focus was on my education and not repeating the mistakes of my biological mother.

This had all changed after my disaster at the prom, when I finally let a guy touch me sexually and I returned the favor with giving my first blowjob, only to find that while I was lost in the throes of passion he had made two short videos with his smart phone and by the time I got home the whole school knew the senior classes' reigning queen of prudishness had fallen at last. I was 18 by then, as was Brent, and before Brent had a chance to get in all kinds of trouble for beating the living shit out of the perpetrator of this deceit, I got suspended for beating his ass myself. I'm sort of white trash that way, no matter how much civility and manners Allison, my foster mother, has tried to instill in me. 

Despite my reputation for being a prude that kicks the shit out of anyone who makes her otherwise, I rarely ran short of admirers. I'm tall at 5'11", but am told I'm nicely figured at 36C–34-38, with boobs that were quite perky on their own, thick auburn hair that falls to between my shoulder blades, a butt that Brent claims could be the basis for a religious cult, and green eyes which would become windows to a jaded soul in the near future. Over the summer my fair skin had gotten a nice tan and I felt pretty and confident showing off my long legs in flirty mid thigh sun dresses or shorts whenever Brent and I went out for the evening, either with the Andersons or alone. Rarely did we go with the Andersons however as when they went out during the summer it meant we had the house to ourselves to bring each other to ecstasy as we shared and confessed our growing love. 

I wasn't stressing the upcoming sit down with Brent as now I had plans. His university, an excellent state engineering college, was just over an hour from mine. As he had his Honda, and I had the pickup that Dr Anderson had bought for me at my request the year before when he had taught me to drive, I told you I was sort of white trash, there was no reason we couldn't see each other a couple nights a week. He could come see me on Tuesdays, and I go see him on Thursdays. We also would be together on weekends, either at our schools or at home, and sometimes even in the state capital, which was a bit closer to me, but had a lot to do and was somewhat centrally located. That gave us four out of every seven days together through the fall, and then in the spring, if I had gotten my grades up enough, I would transfer to his school and we could be together every day. My plan was perfect, and clearly Brent should agree to abide by it. It only made sense. Of course, there was always the chance that by now Brent was sick of putting up with me and my weirdness, but he didn't act like it. Our love burned bright, and I was ready to commit to being his girl for the foreseeable future. I even planned that at Christmas we would sit down again and discuss where we were going, and that at that time I might, if all was well, consent to a change in our relationship status to being fiances instead of just dating. I still didn't think getting married at our age made any sense, but that hadn't been discussed anyway. But if all went well, at Christmas we could be engaged to get engaged at some later time, probably after he finished school. Sure I often felt like we were married, and not always during sex. Sometimes just doing chores together around the house or riding to and from work at the club it felt like we were two people that had always been together and always would be, and while it seemed we could read each others' thoughts and talk about anything, we had agreed to not speak about this. I knew it would come up at our sit down, and was ready to address it in a positive manner, although I was only ready to commit to committing at a later date if all went well.

Who could possibly argue with the logic of my plan? I knew it was right, I was in love but that had not clouded my judgment. Surely Brent wouldn't be so stupid as to argue about it. I only worried that when it came to romance Brent had in fact shown a propensity to be dumb. My plan though just made sense. The only sticking point was when we would tell the Andersons about us as they had been so good to both of us, and we had hidden our relationship from the world so as to save them from the scandalous nature of it. I thought they should know immediately and thought that we should have a sit down with them right after we talked. I didn't really know how Brent would feel about this, but it was a negotiable point on my part. 

But as a Prussian General once said, "No plan survives contact with the enemy", or in my case, contact with Brent's own thoughts on the subject of our relationship.

The week before our trip we both stopped work, having previously put in our notices. The jobs were to give us spending money for school. Both of us were paying for college with scholarships, and the extra money we had saved would come in handy. Ron and Allison had assured us that they would cover whatever the scholarships didn't, but I felt bad about taking money from them needlessly. Both had been so good in opening their home and hearts to both Brent and I, and I needed to stand on my own feet as much as I could. As we would be headed off to school the week after our return, Allison grabbed me Monday and Tuesday to go shopping. She bought, in spite of my protests, a stunning wardrobe for the fall which would cover my every need, from dozens of casual tops and jeans to pretty party dresses, sweaters, and shoes by the zillion! I was like a kid in a candy store and every time I caught my breath and remembered it was her money I was spending, she would just dismiss it with a smile and say "I can't take it with me and I'm not leaving it to you!" or, more often, "There's no excuse for the most beautiful girl on campus to not be ready for any occasion." Allison had always made me feel so beautiful and special, and after years of essentially being neglected had made me into the confident woman I had become.

The real bitch was that after keeping me out Monday and Tuesday, she kept Brent out Wednesday and Thursday doing the same thing so we spent hardly any time together that week, even though this gave Ron, as Dr Anderson now had me call him, and I an opportunity to go through the guidebooks he had bought and plan our our week in Orlando. We were the nerds of the family, and we planned the trip, which was fast becoming my trip, in great detail. I had never been, but the Andersons, including Brent, had gone the summer before I joined the family when Brent was 15. As it was new to me, a lot of leeway was given to what I wanted to do and when. The only exception was that we would spend our first day at the Magic Kingdom at Ron's insistence. I know it is the centerpiece of the Orlando area, but it seemed a bit juvenile for a family who's youngest members were now almost 19. Still there was Space Mountain and Pirates of the Caribbean, While we planned the rest of the week in detail, we sort of left this one open for everyone to do as they wanted. I got Ron to promise to ride Space Mountain with me if Brent wimped out, and he agreed, although he claimed this wouldn't be a problem. Friday we packed, sadly for school and happily for Orlando, and before dawn Saturday morning we were off on our adventure. I sat beside Brent on the plane and it was the first time for me flying. Ron and Allison sat in front of us, so Brent could hold my hand while assuring me so any fears of flying were overcome. I had no such fear, but it was sweet of him just the same. I had the travel guides, and tried to show him our plan for the week, but his mind seemed elsewhere. After a few minutes I looked out the window, decided it was boring to look at the ground slowly moving by 30,000 feet below us, and laid my head on his shoulder and went to sleep.

You may be wanting to say now "Jessie! This is an erotic site! Get to the part where you and Brent sneak off to the rest room for sex and get caught by the bi curious flight attendant and the co-pilot with the gigantic porn sized cock!" Sorry, it didn't happen that way, so its not going here. Although inadvertently I let my hand rest on Brent's lap and he joined the Mile High Rub. 

No, that's not a typo. 

We arrived in Orlando and took the tram to the main concourse to pick up our luggage while Ron went to get the rental car. It was only about 8 in the morning and we would be checked into our three bed, two bath suite that was owned by the park and thus accessible to everywhere by monorail by nine. The heat was already stifling, but not as bad as I had expected. It was in the nineties by mid morning, but there was a constant breeze outside, so with a good dose of sunscreen, and my summer uniform of a flirty mid thigh sundress and tennis shoes, we set off for the Magic Kingdom. Ron and I demanded that Brent and Allison hurry with us to Space Mountain so we could get a pass, like an appointment, to come back at a certain time and not have to wait in line. Already the time was pushed back to 12:30, so we had a couple of hours to explore the park before and Ron suggested that we roam about by ourselves and meet back there, making excuses that Brent and I would walk faster. All I could think was "Me? And Brent? Alone in a park with big crowds and lots of hiding places for kissing? Yes! I'm totally down with that!"

As we started away on foot, Allison asked, with a worried tone, "Jessie, are you scared of the crowds or getting lost or something?"

"No, why?" I smiled.

"Well, I just noticed you holding Brent's hand, I thought you might be scared of the crowds. If you get lost, just call us on your cell and we'll meet somewhere. I know it is kind of overwhelming here, but its very safe, okay?"

"Oh shit" I thought, "Busted!" I meekly said "Oh, I didn't even realize it", as I let go, and I hadn't as it just came naturally. "No, I'm not scared, just a bit excited." I smiled and hope she bought it, even thought I felt even more bad about hiding our relationship. 

"Well I can understand that" she smiled, "its a big day, one you'll always remember, enjoy yourself!"

"Sure will! Thanks!" I replied, a fake grin hiding my fear and embarrassment, not at being with Brent, but at getting caught.

I didn't retrieve Brent's hand into mine until we were on the other side of the park, near Pirates of the Caribbean, then pulled him into a secluded spot beside a cafe and kissed him passionately. 

"I'm sorry, I forgot who we were with back there" I said.

"No problem, I think she was just teasing you. It's not like I don't hold your hand back home all the time when we're out, she probably just hasn't seen us do it this year since we haven't hung out with them as much this summer." Brent said, and this made sense to me.

"We need to tell them. I feel horrible about hiding from them. The rest of the world I don't care about, but they've been so good to us."

"I know," Brent said, "But it will all work out."

That was about like him, I plan everything and prepare in meticulous detail, and he just figures it will all work out.

I was in love with a moron. 

We wandered around the south side of the park all morning. Even though there are few ride attractions for grown ups without children in the Magic Kingdom, there is so much to see and do that is fascinating that you never get bored. Giant puppets in an area made to look like an island town in the gulf, a main street full of shops selling everything from clothing to ice cream, park actors breaking out into song and dance at any moment, you just never run out of things to do.

Brent got me an ice cream cone that was delicious and cooling and we walked down the street to the centerpiece of the park, Cinderella's Castle, to get a better look. Where ever you are in the park it dominates the view and is the reference point to find your way. I loved it from a distance, but Brent insisted that we see it close up as it was "really neat and made of fiberglass." As it was almost noon, I wanted to get back to Space Mountain, but he swore it was worth looking at, and added that the ride pass was good for a half hour after the appointed time. I figured we could do both if we hurried, so I agreed, but I began to suspect that Brent was going to wimp out of Space Mountain by making sure we would be too late getting back with his silly diversion to the castle. 

We got there and found it had a giant passage way so you could walk through rather than around it and we stepped into the cool shade. People milled about the shops there, and I was just glad to be out of the sun for a second before we hurried to the ride. The castle itself was gigantic, but only the arced passage way had anything for the public. 

Brent stopped and turned to face me in the dead middle of the beautiful hall. 

"Jessie, earlier this summer we agreed before we left for school we would talk about our future."

"Now?" I whined, "we're supposed to meet Ron and Allison in a half hour!"

"Yes. Now." he insisted.

"Okay," As I thought as this was what I expected to be a happy conversation I decided it was better to get it over with if idiot boy was so insistent on talking now. "Here's what I'm thinking. First, yes, I want to be your girlfriend this fall, and indefinitely beyond that and I want us to be exclusive. I figure we can get together a couple nights a week just by driving to each others' schools, then every weekend. So it will cost some gas bu"

"Jessie" he interrupted.

"What?" I said, annoyed that he interrupted and clearly couldn't see how much sense I made or thought I put into it.

"Let me talk for two minutes. I'm not good at this and I need to say what I came to say. Then you can tell me your plan, and the"

"Okay, talk then" I said, interrupting him with as he had me, and smiling.

He looked at me with that stupid puppy dog eyed look he has that I can't resist and began.

"Two years ago, right about now, I was laying on my bed, the first real bed I had ever had, reading a Sports Illustrated article about the Cardinals, when Ron and Allison knocked and came in with this tall skinny girl wearing a red tee shirt and blue jeans that had holes in the knees and ragged out sneakers" he said, as I remembered those cloths and the day we met, but was mildly surprised he remembered my outfit as he continued. 

"She had the most beautiful eyes, and hair, and I fell in love with her right then, and I've loved her ever since. Every night I went to bed and dreamed of her, and every morning I woke up to find I loved her more than I did the day before. I did all I could to show her how I felt, but she thought I was just being a big brother or something, and this summer I finally got the courage to just tell her. Ever since then my life has been like a dream, and I can't stand the thought of one more day that she isn't mine, I love her heart and soul and will until I die. I wouldn't change a single thing about her, except one."

My heart fluttered at his sweet words, he must have really rehearsed this speech I thought as he said them, but if the silly man had just asked I would have told him I already had it planned out and I wanted to keep being his girlfriend. Geez guys can be so dense! All that effort and emotion into such a simple decision that was obvious to make. And if he had been listening he would have already heard me say I was going to be his girlfriend moving forward and could stop acting so dramatic. I could tell he was scared of this talk and really nervous since we had made such a big deal about it, and those eyes of his were practically pleading with me for mercy as his voice shook and he stammered, but as I was about to let the idiot off the hook and tell the dummy yet again how we would keep dating, how we would see just each other, for the foreseeable future, he finished his sentence by saying "her last name" and he got down on his knee and showed me just how incredibly fucking dense I was.

"Oh my god!" I gasped, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box which he flipped open with practiced deftness, and held out to me the most beautiful ring ever created. My right hand reached instinctively to cover my mouth and I began to shake all over. The crowd parted around us, and folks began to stop and watch. I heard a few cameras click and felt the glare from the flashes in my now watery eyes. 

Brent took my left hand and gently slid the ring onto my finger."Jessica, will you marry me?" he softly asked, his eyes still pleading, but me almost unable to see for the tears rising through mine. The hallway quieted as I inhaled and tried to speak at the same time, making a choked gasping noise. Had Brent not been holding my hand I surely would have fell from the lightheadedness as my heart seemed to stop beating and all time and motion froze waiting for my response. 

I'm not sure how long it was like that, maybe five seconds, and I heard nothing but the clicks of tourists' cameras until I heard a voice say "Jessica, you have to give him an answer."




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 08



I gasped, "Yes.....Yes!...... Oh god yes!" I almost shouted and leaned over to kiss him just as he stood and threw his arms around me. "Oh my gosh Brent" I said as I began to blubber uncontrollably, "You can never leave me, you can't ever leave me" I began to repeat over and over, for no good reason except I was emotional and the last time I felt this way that's what I had said to him. The gathered crowd applauded and went back to their lives. I held Brent and never wanted to let him go as we embraced and repeatedly kissed.

We stood like that in Cinderella's Castle for either a minute or a lifetime, it was hard to tell, just holding each other as our lips told each other things we could not say with words. My thoughts wandered to our future life together, where we would live after school, how many kids, would we adopt and foster like Allison and Ron.

"Allison and Ron." I thought as we released from our embrace, and just held each other as I looked into Brent's beautiful eyes. "I hope our kids have eyes like his. Allison and Ron" my thoughts invaded again by their names. "Shit! I guess we'll have to tell them about us now!" I thought, and then remembered the voice that had told me "Jessica, you have to give him an answer." He had whispered his proposal so no one else could have heard my name over the noise of the park even though most noise had stopped in the hall as people eavesdropped on our happiness. 

"Wait a second!" I said as Brent leaned forward to kiss my cheek and instead got my ear as I flipped my hair over my right shoulder and looked that way to see a beaming Allison and Ron, he with his camera taking pictures. 

"Could you do that with your hair again Jessica? It looked great and I want to get a picture for you" Ron asked, smiling so much I thought his face might break.

"You all planned this! How long have you know?" I smiled, the weight of hiding all summer lifted from my heart.

"Oh what Ron? A week or so after we got back from the mountains in May?" Allison asked Ron.

"No, just a few days after we got back, maybe four or five at most. We're not as dumb as people think." he grinned.

"Nope, not dumb at all." Allison agreed, "When the handsomest guy in town, and most beautiful girl in the world both suddenly stop dating anyone, and seem to only be interested in going to work and being around each other, it's pretty obvious if you're know enough to look." Allison smiled, then added "and Brent finally confirmed it last week, but its sure been fun watching you two sneak around all summer!" 

Both of them came forward and hugs were exchanged all around. 

I gently slapped Brent on the chest as his arm draped around me and pulled me close and said "I can't believe you told them, we were supposed to tell them together." but I couldn't really be mad with all the joy coursing throughout me.

"Oh don't be mad at Brent"Allison said. "How do you think he got the ring? The poor boy didn't have the slightest idea of what to look for in engagement rings and he needed my help!" Allison said, and I knew I owed her for one more thing. 

The ring! Oh my gosh, I hadn't even looked at it yet! I held it up and as it caught the sunlight I gasped. It was huge and sparkled with a brilliance I had never seen.

"What do you think?" Brent asked.

"I've seen drive ways paved with smaller rocks" I said, sounding like white trash as everyone laughed.

"So, are we going to ride Space Mountain?" Ron gleefully giggled.

"I've had a long morning," I said, and truthfully I was still lightheaded from the proposal and tired by the travel. "Would you all mind if I went back to the hotel and rested a bit?"

"Rested?" Ron asked looking at Allison "is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

"Oh you hush!" Allison said as she put her arm around Ron and led him away. After they got a few steps, Mrs Anderson looked back at me and smiled, then mouthed "Have fun!"

"Mrs. Anderson," what was it about that I thought..... "Wait!" I shouted as I grabbed Brent's hand and ran towards them, "I just thought of something!"

Ron and Allison stopped in their tracks and turned.

"I'm finally going to have the same last name as you!" I shouted as I wrapped my arms around both, with Allison and I literally jumping up and down as she said "That's right! Welcome to the family, again!" They had tried to adopt me too when I was younger but had been unsuccessful. We had another sob and hug fest, and Allison told us to just move in together into Brent's room until we got married so we could have some time together.

"Okay if we move into Jessica's instead?" Brent asked.

"Sure,why?" Ron asked.

We looked at each other and smiled. "Bathroom" we said in unison laughing at the joke only we got and couldn't explain, then it was time for Brent and I to rush back to the hotel. There was something we needed to do. 

We walked back to the entrance of the park, stopping to smile at each other, kiss, and occasionally look at my ring. Several of the previous on lookers congratulated us even thought they were strangers. It was the most perfect day ever. 

Once we got to the monorail station in the muggy heat, we waited for its arrival while I studied my ring. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. 

"Thank you." Brent said.

"I should be thanking you. You're the one that read my mind and knew what I wanted, even when I made every plan in the world to avoid facing the truth."

"What was that?" He asked.

"That for all the plans I made for this fall, and talking again at Christmas, what I really wanted was to be Mrs Brent Anderson." I smiled.

"Well, we need to talk about those plans anyway. I mean, I'm ready to go find a justice of the peace right now, but Allison said that you would want to be a June bride, and that it would take that long to put a wedding together anyway. I don't really want a long engagement, but I don't want you to miss school, or me. And its your wedding so I want you to always be happy with it forever. So.. well, what do you think?" he asked.

I thought about his stammered question. This, I hadn't planned for. "Well, I mean, Allison's right, if we do a big church wedding I guess."

"She'll insist." Brent replied.

"Well, and I guess we owe them for all they've done so I'm okay with that. But I want to be with you now too." I said as the monorail arrived. We thought to ourselves as we boarded and found seats.

Once seated and moving again, I continued, "Okay, did you hear anything I said before, you know?"

"No, I was so nervous I was just trying not to pee on myself." He grinned and we laughed.

"Well that would have made it memorable at least." I dead panned. "Okay, I suggested that we each go to our schools, but drive to each others once a week each, and spend every weekend together. That way every four days out of seven we're together. Then I figured on looking at where we were at Christmas because by then my grades should let me transfer, especially if I take nothing but cake classes this fall, and at that time we, by my excellent plan that I wasted a lot, and I mean A LOT of thought on, we would considered whether we wanted to commit to getting engaged once you graduated."

Brent thought for a moment, smiled and said "So I guess I kinda fucked that up didn't I?"

"Yep. Figures you would fuck up a good plan" I giggled, still unable to control the absolute joy I was feeling.

"Well, most of it still works. We could follow that schedule this fall, then get married at Christmas and move into married student housing in January." he said with hope.

"If I'm at school, I don't know if Allison and I can get the wedding planned by then. What if I just stay home and, well, that wouldn't work, I wouldn't be eligible GPA wise to get in. Shit." I said with the first dark cloud showing up on the horizon of my most wonderful day ever.

"And you'd lose your scholarships." Brent added, throwing an even larger cloud into my sky. 

We snuggled the rest of the way, then made our way to our room, which was a short walk and elevator ride from the monorail station at the hotel. All the way I thought about a way to make it work and keep everyone happy. Of course Brent's and my happiness was paramount in any wedding planning decisions, but I wanted Allison and Ron to be happy as well. And I didn't want to make Allison upset. I had seen her before when she was upset when we were younger, and she scared me with her ability to go from genteel lady of society to raving redneck bitch of the south in hardly a moment. Of the family, only she rivaled me in the ability to cuss someone out, I assume before meeting Ron she had worked on the docks or driving a long haul truck, something like that. I never asked.

The key to the suite was one of those magnetic thingies, like a plastic card, and it took a very nervous Brent a few tries to get green light. "Shall I carry you over the threshold?" He asked.

"I think that's after we're married and going into our home. Save it, I don't want you hurting your back right now. I plan to hurt it instead." I laughed, as did he.

Once in, he leaned forward to kiss me, and a thought suddenly occurred.

"I've got it!" I said, backing away from his advance, then taking his hand and pulling him to the bedroom. Once there, I sat on the edge of the bed and patted beside me for him to sit. He dutifully did so, which was nice. He knew how to take suggestions already, so he's almost fully trained!

Again he leaned to kiss me as he put his arm around me. "Don't you want to hear my idea? I asked as his lips approached, then backed away.

"Sure, what's the plan?"

"Well, I go to my school this fall, you to yours. We visit as per the plan I had before, but now I have a ring on my finger already."

"Okay, but I don't?"

"No, for the time being yours will continue to be through your nose." I giggled, as he began to kiss my neck and caress my body. "Just hold on" I said, though I really didn't want him to and was already kicking my shoes off. 

"So, to continue," I said as I began to softly pant from Brent kissing my neck and shoulder while cupping my breast and gently massaging it, "We get married in a big church wedding next June, that will give Allison and I time to plan it, Oh! That feels so good." I said as he kissed behind my ear and swirled his finger and thumb around my erect nipple pointing through the fabric of my sheer bra and sun dress. 

"So, you want to wait until spring then?" he whispered.

"No, we can do it now" I replied with a smile as I pressed his hand to my chest and turned to devour his mouth. 

"No, I mean do you want to wait until June to get married?" he asked, stopping his attentions for the moment as he sought clarity. 

"Oh hell no, let's find a judge at Christmas and get hitched, just you, me and the Andersons. Then we can have a big wedding in June." I smiled.

"I love you. You're smart." He deadpanned.

"Well, at least one of my plans got accepted today!" I laughed. We looked at each other and saw nothing but joy and happiness in each others faces. As his seductive moves had been interrupted by my infallible logic, I thought it was up to me to re-stoke the fire. 

I probably don't need to tell you that I had been aroused since Brent took one knee and I suddenly became aware of what was going on. I had been moist since then and had never stopped getting wet. My panties were probably drenched with my sexual fluids, but I had hardly noticed as I was so very much in love and focused on how happy Brent had made me. 

I stood up and faced him on the bed, his hands in mine as I did so. I gave his fingertips a soft squeeze then released them as I reached up and began unbuttoning my dress. His eyes gazed into mine and then followed my fingers down as I loosed one button after another until my dress fell from my shoulders and to the floor. I stood before him, tall, confident and feeling as beautiful as I ever had before, the love he had shown me exuding from my pores it felt as I beamed with contented bliss at where I was in life and who I was to spend it with. Three months ago if anyone had seen me in just my bra and panties I would have been hospitalized due to the panic I would have felt, but now I stood before my future husband, brazen and confident as I reached behind me, still staring into his eyes with the most loving, happy smile I knew how to make on my face, and unclasped my bra letting the straps fall forward off my shoulders until the cups finally released themselves from my breasts. 

Brent began unbuttoning his own shirt but I touched his hand and said "Let me."

I reached for the sides of my panties and tugged them down until they fell to the floor by themselves. I stepped out of them and set my feet back down apart and felt the cool air hit my moist crevice as my sticky wet lips slightly parted. Brent's eyes were glued to me down there and that was okay, we hadn't been able to share intimacy in over week what with all the shopping and packing. Guys are visually stimulated and he was no exception. I knelt down at his feet and slowly ran my hands up his thighs and purred.

I started at the bottom button of his shirt and slowly released them as I went up, each one revealing his muscular flesh as his shirt opened. Next I slid my hands up his abs and pecs until I reached his shoulders and lifted the shirt off him and let it fall down his arms where he pulled it from one hand and tugged it out of our way with the other. 

I ran my nails lightly down his chest and abs, which flinched as I tickled him with my fingertips as I lightly brushed my hands across his stomach and down to his belt. Here I ran into just a bit of trouble figuring the buckle out, but with his assistance I soon had it loosened and opened. I unbuttoned his shorts, my hands feeling the warmth of his cock as it bulged the material out, and unzipped them. As I tugged them down he lifted his hips and soon his shorts and boxers were sliding down his thighs revealing his hard cock which sprung forward as if fleeing imprisonment. My face was inches away and my nose filled with the musky masculine aroma of his manhood. He lifted his feet as I pulled his cloths off and tossed them, then opened his legs slightly, not sure of my next move. I leaned forward as I grasped his manhood and extended my tongue. I licked slowly from the base where his cock met his balls slowly up the underside with my hot wet tongue until I reached the tip where I flicked the sensitive underside, licking it like I had the ice cream cone earlier. I repeated this several times as he leaned back on his elbows and watched, relishing every sensation my loving mouth could provide my fiance. 

I gently took first one ball, then the other into my moist warm oral cavity, lightly swirled my tongue on the under side of each before again licking his shaft to the tip. Once there, I took the head into my mouth and as much of the shaft as I could, but in this position that was only about a third of it. He moaned his approval and I sucked it as hard as I could while ever so slowly pulling my mouth from it, my tongue lashing the underside madly as I did. Brent tried to run his hand romantically through my hair, but was too far reclined. "Too bad" I thought, " I would love for him to guide me."

I repeated the action of taking him as deep as I could then sucking as I withdrew him several times, then flicked my tongue around the dark purple ridge of his throbbing head. Each time I savored the salty goodness of the meat he was feeding me. As I did so I began pumping his shaft with my hand and feeling his cock throb with desire. I love sucking his cock, but after a few minutes I chose to stop as I had drizzling wet pussy that wanted to bond with his penis as much as my mouth did. 

I stood up and got on the bed atop him, reached behind me and grasped his stiff rod, aimed it into me and slide my drenched fuck hole down on to him as we both groaned. It had been a week since he had been inside me and it took my dripping vagina a moment to adjust. Brent's hands took the opportunity to slide up my sides and to my breasts, where his fingers stimulated my stiff nipples. I began to grind my hips against him, sliding his dick in and out of me just a bit, rubbing my swollen clit against his pubic bone and he upped the ante by thrusting into me from below. We both were soon out of our minds with passion as we fucked each other with all the love, and lust, we had. After a few minutes on the edge of the bed we almost slid off and it was time for a position change. 

Brent rolled me onto my back and with him off the bed leaning into my open legs began feeding my hungry cunt all the cock it could take. I thrust back against him brazenly and with my eyes closed thrashed back and forth on the bed as orgasm began to over take my body. The warm tingling in my stomach that he had caused so many times before began and soon I cascaded over the edge into climax. My pussy began convulsing and combined with his already passionate state he was soon pumping my womb full of his sweet hot cum. Finally we slowed and stopped thrusting our bodies together. He pulled almost all the way out of me, then with his hand milked his cock for the last few drops of cum, pumping them into me as well.

"Why'd you do that? I whispered.

"I just wanted it all in you." Brent smiled, although he looked like a naughty boy that had been caught in a mischievous act. 

"Me too" I smiled.

We spent the afternoon making love, never once thinking about the park. Words hardly passed between us as we were communicating in a primal way that superseded language. Finally, as we expected Allison and Ron back, we showered together and dressed, then rested on the couch sampling each others lips and mouth as we recuperated from our afternoon. 

"Brent, can I ask, what made you decide to propose?"

"Sure."

"Sure what?"

"Sure you can ask?" he giggled, as though this was the first time in the history of man that anyone had made that joke.

"Okay, why?" I pressed.

"Because I love you and don't want to live with out you." he replied with a sincere smile.

"Okay, but why at the park? Why there?"

"Well" he began, " first, I wanted you to always remember it."

"And second?" I asked.

"Because Cinderella should always get a happy ever after."

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The end? Oh no, Brent's going to fuck this up. Trust me, he's an idiot, and look for the next chapter in a few days. 

Just a reminder, the names have ALL been changed. Don't bother googling Brent and Jessica Anderson, if there is a couple out with those exact names the characters here are not in any way based on them. 



The Descending of Jessica Ch. 09



My story begins where Chapter 8 ended, so if you haven't read the previous chapters, you might want to. Or not. Your call.

Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out, life is busy and this one wasn't easy to write.

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Thanks for all the comments and emails, they are greatly appreciated. Things have been busy around here, but as one letter writer put it, I will try to get my priorities straight. I've been told that people appreciate the way I break the fourth wall, and I will continue to do so as it is how I write anyway. I'm glad you enjoy the story, and if you don't then by now you have probably stopped reading so, you know, fuck off. Several have asked about the Danny Survivors Support Group and whether they will be more involved in the story. The short answer is "no". The long answer is "noooooooooo". But my next series will be based upon the exploits of one of them, who just turned out to be a nasty little ho and they will be more fully developed as a group in that series. 

Others have asked about the use of "deviance" and "Descending" in my tag line and title. Truthfully, I wasn't aware of the degree of sexual extravagance on this site when I began this story. Compared to a lot that is on here, this story isn't particularly deviant at all. That said, the dividing line of what is and isn't deviant is subjective, and to a prudish girl coming of age in the conservative south finding out that the best way to arouse herself sexually is have her boyfriend lick her butthole is pretty deviant. 

If you're not interested in the romance and familial bonding, skip down to the part where Brent uses a vibrator on me until I orgasm on the Wild Mouse ride. (Just kidding! Geez, that's a kiddie ride!)

We had spent our first afternoon as an engaged couple in a long naked series of embraces as our bodies confessed the love we felt in our hearts to each other. Never was a couple so happy and contented. Oh, I knew we faced challenges. I had always said I wouldn't get married until after college, but my heart amended that plan for Brent. I knew we would always be together, and even though we were marrying way too young in my opinion, I didn't want to waste another moment of my life not being married to Brent. I would say that once sated we showered and awaited the expected arrival of our foster parents, Ron and Allison, but in truth I could never fully be satisfied. No matter how much I had of Brent, no matter how many times I tasted his seed or he brought me to mind numbing, earth shattering climax, I wanted more. I guess we stopped for decorum's sake. 

Ron and Allison took us to dinner that night at a local Japanese steak house, since at age 18 each we were not old enough for the adult restaurants in the park and it was scrumptious. Brent and I became the focus of everyone's attention around the grill. The chef took extra time to tease us with every trick he knew on the grill, flipping things at us only to catch them at the last second, that sort of thing. The women all wanted to see my ring once they learned, via Allison's announcement, that we had become engaged just that afternoon and soon all were wishing us well and congratulating Brent. I felt like a princess, and loved every second of it. After dinner we retired to a coffee shop simply because we didn't want to just go back to the hotel, and my cappuccino gave me a burst of energy that I knew Brent would be appreciating in a few hours, provided I hadn't worn him out that afternoon. 

"Jessie and I were talking this afternoon" Brent said, only to be interrupted by Allison snorting,

"Well that was a waste of your day." Allison said, almost whispering as she grinned, causing Ron and myself to laugh.

"Okay Mom" he said and suddenly we all fell silent except Allison, who teared up and gushed "You've never called me... no one's ever called me Mom before."

"I'm sorry, I just" Brent started to say before Allison again interrupted.

"Oh shut up you silly man, its the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." and I couldn't help but pull my chair closer and hug Allison. We both had tears of joy that day.

I had never asked Ron and Allison why they couldn't have kids, and I still don't know. I just know that Brent's verbal slip was something she had waited half a lifetime to hear, and I was glad that she was as happy that night as I was. 

Both Brent and I spent the next few minutes piling on her joy as we told her in every way we could that she was more of a mom to us than anyone else had been, and we both should have told her a lot sooner. 

Once the estrogen festival was over, we began planning the wedding, at Allison's insistence. 

"What we were talking about today, as I was trying to say earlier, Mom!" Brent said, emphasizing Allison's new name for all to hear, "is that we want to have a small ceremony in December so we can move into married student housing for the spring semester, then have a big wedding in June. Its either that or we find a justice of the peace now, get hitched, drop out of school and start having babies. I can get a job mopping the floor at a fast food place, and maybe work my way up to fries by the time our third or fourth youngin' arrives. Right sugar?"

"That's right hon." I said with a country twang, playing along with his joke. "Is there somewheres arount here where I can spit out this Copenhagen?" I asked.

"You two stop being silly" Allison said. "You seriously want to get married in December? We can't even pick out envelopes for the invitations by then!" she grinned.

After we all got through giggling, Ron asked "You okay with this get married in December and then again in June plan Jessica?"

I took my hand from Brent's, leaned forward and placed my chin in my palms with my elbows on the table and said, with the biggest smile I could muster, "Who do you think came up with the idea, Dad?"

Ron grinned from ear to ear and I could have swore I saw a little glistening in his eyes, finally he replied, "Well, since it makes sense, it must have been my daughter that had the idea."

It was my turn to get choked up. I had never had a Dad, and now I knew, I forever would.

The silence between us was broken up when Allison said "If you all keep talking like that people are going to think our children are getting married to each other."

To which Ron dead panned "Well we're in Florida, it's probably pretty common here" causing our table to burst out in glorious laughter again. 

For the rest of the evening Allison and I talked dress styles, veil styles, maids dresses, location, decor, and a zillion other things I had never thought about for my wedding before. Finally we landed on something I had thought of before, the engagement and wedding announcements. Allison thought a wedding announcement in April if we were going to wed in June, and I agreed. I didn't really care about it. She added that traditionally the engagement announcement published shortly after the couple engaged, so any time was good.

"Ummm, will that cause you problems, Mom, Dad?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Allison asked in reply.

"Well, because you raised us both" Brent interjected.

"And, we don't want to cause you any," I tried to think of the right word, but could only come up with "embarrassment, with your friends and people at home."

Ron and Allison looked at each other dumbfounded, as if it hadn't even occurred to them that folks might gossip about the two love birds shacking up at their home that they happened to raise as their children. 

"You mean because you spent the last few years as part of our family and now want to start your own some prigs might talk?" Allison asked?

And before I or Brent could answer with the obvious Ron said "If they want to gossip, then fuck 'em, we just want you kids to be happy. For the last few months while you two were sneaking around we knew you were made for each other. Let the bastards gossip, we don't care. Just be happy, live long healthy lives, and if you feel the need, give us some grand kids to play with in a few years. Our family may not be like the Cleavers or Huxtables, but if anyone thinks they're better, fuck 'em. I don't have any use for them."

Ron's language shocked us both, and Allison too I think. I had never heard him swear. I'm not sure Allison had either from the look she gave, but I knew that Ron and she expected us to stand proud and not hide our love anymore. And that was all I needed to know to make the decision on our engagement announcement.

"Can we run it as soon as we get back?" I asked.

"Well, if we had a photo of you two. Maybe we can find a photographer and get your pictures taken before you leave for school." Allison said, as I noticed Ron had his ever present Nikon on the table beside him.

"May I? I asked, reaching for it.

"Sure" Ron replied, with a quizzical look.

I turned it on and scrolled through the pictures he had taken earlier today. As with most folks that switched to digital, he had bought a huge storage card and taken pictures of everything, but I finally found one of Brent and I, my hair flipping over my shoulder as I looked at the camera with an expression of pure joy as Brent was about to kiss my ear. My back was a little arched, my lips slightly open and my face radiated pure joy. Fortunately, it looked like he was about to kiss my neck rather than my ear, so the picture with just a little cropping would be perfect.

"I want to use this one." I commanded, then flipped back to one where Brent was on his knee proposing and I was gasping for air, slightly leaned back with my fingertips covering my mouth, "And this one."

I showed the selected shots to everyone. Brent and Ron just nodded.

"Why those?" Allison asked as I showed her, "they do look great" she then admitted.

"Well, this one", again showing her the one with my long auburn hair glistening in the sun as Brent kissed me and I exuded joy, "shows how happy we are and I want those bitches that have been asking me at the pool all summer to help them get a date with Brent to see I got the guy they all wanted!" which made everyone snicker with amusement.

"True, and the other one?" Allison asked.

"Because my legs, ass and boobs look great!" I grinned.

We all shared another laugh at my mischievous approach to selecting engagement photos and then Brent looked at the shots again.

"Geez, your ass really does look great in this picture." he smiled.

"Hey buddy," Ron said, "that's my daughter you're talking about!" and we all were in stitches again. 

Our family chat went on for an hour or so at the coffee shop, then another hour back at the suite before it was time for bed. Brent was eager to get back to bed, as was I, but Allison asked me to wait a minute as she wanted to talk to me alone, just "woman to woman" as she told the guys.

"Uh oh" Ron said, then looked at Brent and continued, "time for us to leave" and they each went to the bedrooms. 

Allison beamed as she looked at me while we sat on the couch together. "I'm so proud of you"

"Awww, you're so good to me, well, us. You don't know how much we both love you and Ron. I'm so sorry we hid ourselves from you all, we just didn't want to embarrass you, because, well, you know." I said as I felt the emotions bubbling up again.

"Silly. You could never embarrass us. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. Marriage is great, you're going to love it."

"I know, I can't wait." I replied.

"Yes you can." Allison said, now dead serious.

"What do you mean?"

"Jessie, you are wise for your years, but you are still very young. I know Brent would love nothing more than to be married tomorrow, and I'm sure you feel the same way, but you have always put school and your education first, ahead of romance and guys. If you don't want to get married until you finish school, well, Brent will wait. He loves you and he isn't going to stop."

I started to respond but Allison held up her hand as my mother and I obediently stayed silent.

"If you want to get married at Christmas, and then again in June, that's great. But if you feel like you are being rushed, now, or this fall, well, you are the only one that can put your foot on the brake and slow the car down. You need to be confident and sure of your decision, because you and Brent are going to live with it. And it might cause some heartache, especially after you two have set your mind on a plan like you have, but you have to promise me that when you say I do, you know its forever and its what you want, and you aren't just doing it because you feel you have to. If you decide you want to marry in December, or if you decide you want to finish school, either way, we'll both support your decision and I know Brent will too. Okay?"

I hugged Allison and said "Thanks. Right now I feel pretty confident though."

"Trust me, you're going to get nervous the closer it gets. If you are aware of your nervousness, take that into account, and it still doesn't feel right, just say 'hold on.' I want you to be as happy as Ron and I have been, and I know you will be, whether its four months or four years from now, or anywhere in between."

"Our family is confusing." I said after a long silence.

"How so?"

"Sometimes my mother feels like my sister, my finance feels like either my husband, my boyfriend or my brother, and my dad feels like either my father or my co conspirator." I grinned. 

"Yeah, that about sums it up. Now get onto bed." she smiled.

"Yes Mom" I smiled back.

"That was your sister talking. Your boyfriend is 'hawt!'" she laughed.

"Hey! That's my mother and father's son you're talking about!" I giggled back.

Brent was already in bed when I opened the door. 

"Great Jessie!"regular readers are probably saying, you're finally up to the nasty part where you dress up as Hermione Granger and play "Draco's got a big wand" with Brent. Don't be ridiculous. We wouldn't go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter until the next day. Also, Hermione was Ron's girlfriend and would never sleep with anyone from Slytherin, and I look more like Ginny anyway, but that's not important now. 

We made slow passionate love that night, partially because we were exhausted from travel and the intense emotions of the day, partially because we had fucked ourselves silly all afternoon, but mostly because it was the thing that fit our mood most. We had a whole life ahead of us to fulfill any fantasies of unique positions or acts, that night was about our love for each other.

The rest of the week was a blur. We went to the Universal Studios park the next day for the sole purpose of visiting Harry Potter world where I bought Brent a Gryffindor tie, but he protested that his fraternity colors more matched Hufflepuff. "Seriously? Hufflepuff?" I thought, then decided as I was so very in love with him I could live with a mixed marriage. We also got fitted for wands in Olivanders, and here Brent got into the spirit of things by pointing his wand at mine and saying "Expelliamous!"

When my wand didn't fly out of my hands he claimed his was defective.

I pointed mine at him and said "Stupify!" waited a second, then added with a wicked grin, "Mine seems to work just fine."

We rode both roller coasters in the Harry Potter area, as well as the Forbidden Journey ride where you appear to be riding a broom around Hogwarts. Brent didn't wimp out on any of them, although he didn't seem to enjoy the bigger roller coaster, the Dragon Challenge. The park was a blast and lived up to my expectations. A short walk away was the Jurrassic Park section of Universal, and we spent a great deal of our day there as well. Finally we circled around to Marvel Superheros area, where Ron and I rode the Spiderman coaster, but even we wimped out at the Incredible Hulk ride, which looked like it was designed for the purpose of causing people to lose their lunch. Speaking of lunch, there was a fun restaurant in the Dr Suess area where we had lunch earlier that I should have mentioned as well. As we sat and ate burgers I day dreamed of bringing our children here some day, and then thought of all the fun I would have reading to them as they grew. Allison caught the glistening in my eyes before I dried them with a napkin and with a wink told me she knew exactly what I was thinking.

We spent two days at EPCOT, and at Ron's insistence we had planned to do so. There is just so much to see and do there for grown ups that anything less would not have covered it. The best memory, other than stealing kisses from Brent, was being volunteered, along with my fiancee, to learn to belly dance at the Moroccan Pavilion restaurant we had lunch at the first day. Neither of us got the hang of it, but it occurred to me that it was the first time we had danced. Animal Kingdom was a day to itself, then back to the Magic Kingdom specifically for Space Mountain before rushing to see the Muppet Show at MGM. 

Every night Brent and I shared our passion, but now that we were openly a couple it was even better. The weight of hiding our relationship was lifted and all day we were able to kiss, touch and embrace each other, according some degree of proper decorum of course, and thus each day became a eight to ten hour round of foreplay before the main act in our bedroom at night. Most mornings we had breakfast at the hotel, lunch at a park, and dinner in Kissimmee or Orlando. We did have an early dinner at an outdoor pub in Animal Kingdom having had lunch at the Rain Forest Cafe that is at the entry gate to it, and Ron used that evening to process our photos on his laptop and email our engagement announcement to our local home paper. Unfortunately it had to end all too soon and Saturday we were back on a plane headed home. 

Saturday was spent doing laundry and getting all of Brent's things in his car and my truck so we could get him to campus on Sunday. The previous year he had joined a fraternity and this year was eligible to live in the fraternity house, which was nice as I could more easily spend the night there instead of the dorm, plus his roommate would be someone he knew from the frat rather than a random stranger assigned by luck of the draw. Since it was only for a semester I could live with the comings and goings there, even though I figured it would be one long party. As long as Brent kept his grades up and we could see each other, it would work. Monday would be spent loading up the truck and Ron's SUV to get my wardrobe and things to school, but it was Saturday night and I would worry about all that later. 

After all the work packing and cleaning the house, I was tired, but after dinner stepped into the shower to meditate. After tomorrow I wouldn't see Brent for four days. This would be the longest we had been apart since he came home the night of my prom. That seemed like forever ago but was really just short of three months. Since then every day we had at least seen each other, and for the past week we had been together most every moment. Thanks to Allison and Ron we had spent every night expressing our love sexually, I knew it was going to suck to be apart, but at the same time I was looking forward to the adventure in college which lay before me. Still, I wanted tonight to be special. 

After a thorough scrubbing I turned off the water, dried off, and slipped on my bathrobe. On exiting the bathroom I found Brent already in bed waiting. 

"Hey sugar" I said as I sat on the bed beside him. "If you could do anything to me you wanted tonight, what would it be?"

He thought for a moment then replied "I don't want to do things to you, I want us to do things together."

"That's sweet, but you know what I mean. You're leaving tomorrow and I want tonight to be memorable."

"Everything we do is memorable." 

"Well, yeah, but isn't there something you want me to do, something you've been thinking of maybe, and were too shy to ask?"




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 09



"There is one thing" he said, "but I don't think it would work."

"What's that honey? I'll try it for you."

"Oh, not, it's not that I think it would be something you wouldn't necessarily want to do, its just.... well, do you remember last Saturday, after we were engaged, and we went back to the hotel?"

"Hmmmmmm, Yes, it seems like I recall occasion like that." I said with a warm smile.

"Well, the way you got undressed was...."

I admit, I was perplexed. I remember disrobing in front of him, and undressing him with my eyes as I did so, but he had seen me naked all summer.

"Was what Brent?" I said in almost a whisper, as sexily as I could.

"Would..." Brent said, now blushing "would you strip for me?"

"You mean like a stripper at a bar?"

"Yes."

I thought about it. While I guess it wouldn't bother most girls, most girls didn't have a biological mother that was a stripper and convicted prostitute. On the other hand, I was perfectly comfortable with being naked around Brent, and figured it was an okay distraction so long as it was between couples, instead of out in public for all the world to see. 

"I could do that." I found myself saying. "I can totally do that, but, I'm already undressed except for my bathrobe. Do you want to watch me take that off?" I asked.

"Wouldn't be the same, and that's why I figured it wouldn't work, tonight at least." he said with a grin. 

"All right. Just give me a few minutes." I said, and Brent was smart enough to stay silent. 

I went through my bags and boxes, and fortunately remembered where my lingerie was packed. Then I went to the closet of things I wasn't taking with me as I already had plenty of cloths for school and had left some here for weekends and wedding planning with Allison. I grabbed some make up from the vanity, the cloths, lingerie and a pair of black heels and went to the bathroom and shut the door. I spent the next 45 minutes getting all slutted up, and was generally pleased with the results on short notice. While working on my hair I watched a couple of videos online via my smart phone about how to strip, and most of the moves shown wouldn't work in the limited confines of my room, but I caught a few that would, and hoped I could remember them. The second one featured a few minutes on lap dancing and watching it I thought "Hey! That I can do!"

I returned to the bedroom and Brent's eyes followed me as I walked across the room and set my phone onto the dock and hit the playlist I had just created in the bathroom, three songs I knew well enough to know how much time I had. Then I clicked off the overhead and turned on the table lamp so as to dim the lights, and hit play. 

I felt silly as I held my hands over my head and tried my best to repeat the figure 8 move with my hips very slowly that the belly dancer had tried to teach me at EPCOT, but Brent smiled as he stared at my hips swaying and I got a little more confidence. I ran my hands down across my chest, then crossed my arms across my abdomen before bringing them slowly back up. I was wearing a black leather skirt and green silk blouse that fit my form tightly, and my hair was teased up with enough spray to cause global warming. When the song was about half way over, I slowly turned and unzipped the skirt, then turned to again face Brent as I eased it over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and the blouse still covered me, but the straps holding up the emerald green thigh highs were clearly visible protruding from underneath.

As the songs changed, I removed the blouse, starting with unbuttoning the cuffs, then slowly, my hips still swaying to the slow rhythm, unbuttoned each button down the front as I stared deeply into Brent's eyes. He was panting loud enough that I could hear the change in his breath, and this gave me further confidence that my tease was working.

Once unbuttoned, I turned away from him again and pulled the shirt from my arms, tugging the sleeves around me to cover my chest, and then turned once again to face him. He was now sitting up, studying my every move. I let the blouse fall, and now stood in front of him with just a lacy green matching bra and thong panty set, the garterbelt, thigh highs and heels. Once the second song was about half over I began caressing myself, first my breasts, then sliding one hand down to touch myself through my panties as I closed my eyes and rolled my head side to side. I licked my lips and moaned, then looked back at Brent who I held in rapt attention. 

As the song ended, it was time to drop the bra. I reached behind me and unsnapped it, but held it to my breasts and walked to where I was almost standing over Brent before letting it fall to his lap, my naked breasts only inches above his face. He reached to touch them, but I stepped back, leaned forward and shook my finger at him playfully. 

"No touching!" I whispered as sexily as I could. Being coy was new to me, but my lips were moist with excitement. 

As the final song started, I straddled his waist, wrapped my arms around his neck and began to grind my pussy onto the hard swollen bulge in his shorts. 

"I thought there was no touching." he said, playing with me.

"Its a lap dance, I have to touch you, unless you want me to stop." I replied.

"Oh no, please continue." he sighed, loving every second of the performance.

I continued like this throughout the song, once turning around to rub my tush against his erection now begging for release from his shorts, then returning to grind my wet slit against his shaft some more. I was about to cum just from the friction when I realized the song was almost over and I wasn't quite naked yet.

I stood and faced away from Brent and slowly tugged my thong down, letting it crawl slowly between my cheeks and revealing my pussy as it fell as I was still bent forward. Yes, I had learned to wear it over the straps of the garter belt, thanks to the videos. No one ever teaches you that sort of thing.

I turned and smiled at Brent as the song ended, then walked back to the bedside, knelt down in front of him and pulled his shorts off. His rock hard cock sprung forward and I whorishly sucked it as deep as I could into my warm, wet mouth. I immediately began fucking his cock with my mouth, ignoring the usual preliminaries as I was dripping hot and needed his manhood fast. He in turn was also already past the need for foreplay, and I sucked him only until I had slurped off the initial salty cock taste, then stood, straddled him again, and impaled my sloppy wet fuck hole on his manhood as we both made gutteral sex noises as he struck bottom. 

I fell forward onto him and he laid back onto the bed and began sliding up and down his generous meat. He squeezed and sucked my breasts like a man who had not felt or tasted flesh in years and I groaned like a wanton slut at his rough handling. Brent rolled me onto my back, my stocking covered legs in the air with me still wearing my heels, and began mercilessly pounding his cock into my dripping wet cunt. Lost in abandon I fucked him back equally hard, I wanted his cum in me, and in my mouth, all over me, even in my ass if that is where he decided to place it. I was his cum dumpster, his fuck toy and I wanted him to use my sex for his fulfillment and pleasure. I groaned as I cascaded into orgasm, out of my mind with lust, my pussy flying on automatic as it tried to milk the sweet cum it craved from him. Finally, he gasped and went stiff all over as I clawed at this back, dumping his load into my wetness, the collapsing on top of me, each of us whispering our love for each other.

Whether a few second, minutes or hours passed, I could not say. Finally Brent softened and fell from me, and our combined juices oozed from me and down my ass to the sheets beneath.

"You're amazing" he said whispering, still trying to catch his breath.

"Thank you."was all I could think to reply.

I don't remember falling asleep, but the next thing I knew it was morning, I was under the covers still in my stockings and garter belt, and Brent was beside me, one arm proping his head over the pillows, and looking at me.

"Good morning."

I smiled back and was about to say good morning back, then remember that today he would be off to college and I wouldn't see him for several days. It was as sad a moment as I could recall, and all the joy and happiness of the previous week dissipated at once. 

"I'm going to miss you so much. Why can't it stay summer forever?" I replied.

"Me too, but we'll see each other Tuesday, and Thursday. And next weekend." Brent smiled.

"I know, but I don't know if I can get up your way Tuesday, Allison and I will be moving me into the dorm all day."

"Then I'll come see you, and you can come up on Thursday. We'll switch this week. Okay?" Brent said, referring to our plan for me to drive up his way on Tuesdays normally. 

"Okay, that sounds better than not seeing you until Thursday." I smiled.

"You're so beautiful. I wish I had a picture of you just like you are right now."

I looked down and realized I was naked, except for the stockings and a scrap of lingerie. My hair was a mess, my make up was surely rubbed all over my face from the pillows, and dried cum was glazed from my pussy. "Ewwww, there is no way I would let you take a picture of me like this!" I giggled.

"But I want the guy's at the frat house to see how hot you are!" he grinned.

"Then show them our engagement pictures!"

"Doesn't show as much." he giggled.

"Brent, don't you dare show anyone pictures of me naked!" I demanded.

"Hush! You know I was kidding. I would never want to share you like that." he laughed.

We lay in each others arms for some time, both of us knowing we should get up, neither of us wanting to, and each knowing as well that we shouldn't start getting aroused again or we would never make it through the day.

"You should be a model though." Brent finally said.

"Yeah right." I snorted.

"No really, I want to take pictures of you sometime."

"Brent, I mean it. You can't show anyone pictures like that of me. Just forget it." 

Geez, I know guys are visual, but he should know my feelings on that sort of thing, especially after my prom disaster. 

"No, just for me, you know, to remember you by."

"Am I that easy to forget?" I grinned.

"No... okay, maybe I just think it would be hot. I don't even really want to keep them, I would just love to take them. Like a fantasy, you know?

"A fantasy? You have a fantasy about taking pictures of women naked?"

"No, just you. I've seen the best, no reason to look at anyone else. I guess it's a guy thing. We grow up looking at Playboy and such, and, well, I used to dream about being the guy taking the pictures.. We don't have to though. Its not that important."

"I'll think about it." I said, and I would. I had grown up dreaming of being a model, not a nude one of course, but it was a fantasy of my childhood as well to be the beautiful girl at the center of everyone's attention. I think we all have a dream like that, or similar. Maybe it would be fun.

Just as we were about to rise, my phone rang. I reached to the nightstand where it was still on the dock, and saw it was Amber, one of the girls I had warned off from Brent earlier in the summer by telling her that he had returned from school in love with a girl and wouldn't be dating this summer. It wasn't odd for her to call as we spoke regularly and she was the closet thing I had to being a best friend other than Brent We had become friends as a result of both being in the Danny Survivors Group, but it was still odd for her to call on a Sunday morning. Never the less, I answered.

"Good morning! How are you?" I asked, 

"Well, I'm just mystified that you didn't tell me!" Amber said with a happy tone.

"Tell you what?" I asked, confused.

"About you and Brent! How long has this been going on?"

"Huh?"

"I'm reading the paper now Jessie! I'm so happy for you two!"

"Ohhhhhh! Is that today? Well, I guess the secrets out!" I smiled.

"You've got to tell me all about it! What are you doing later?"

"Well, Brent goes back to school today, so I'm taking the truck to haul his stuff, I probably won't get back until tonight." I explained, then added, "then tomorrow I have to load up my stuff to go myself on Tuesday."

"Well, let's talk Tuesday night then!" and I recalled that Amber would be going to the same university I was. 

"Well, Tuesday night I'm going to drive over and see Brent, how about Tuesday afternoon after we get unloaded?"

"Perfect! I can't wait to hear from all those bitches at school! They must be all torn up today!"

"I know!" I exclaimed, glad that I had someone who would relish their envy as much as I was. Understand, neither of us were particularly popular with the girls at school, although most had wanted Brent. And now I had him, forever. Ha! Sucks to be them! I knew it was childish to think this way, but after the childhood I had endured, it felt nice just the same. 

"Sounds great, see you Tuesday afternoon, be sure and take notes if anyone is whining!"

"Will do, and girl," she said "Your ass looks fabulous in that picture!"

We said our good byes, hung up, and I was again the happiest, perhaps most petty and sophomoric, but happiest girl in the world. The phone wouldn't stop ringing all day with similar calls and each one elated my spirits, taking the edge off my awareness that I was about to not see my beloved for a couple of days.

"Okay, if I can't take pictures of you today, will you do something else for me?" Brent asked after I hung up the phone.

"Hmmmm, I don't know, we have a long day, we should probably save our energy" I said coyly as I ran my hand down his abs and found his soft penis, which I gently rested across my palm and began stroking. 

"No! Not anything like that he said as he removed my hand and kissed me. "I have a lot of work to do today, wish we could though."

"What then honey?"

"Would you dress kinda sexy today? I want to show off my bride to be to the guys at school"

"You want me to dress sexy and carry boxes? Really, did you think that through?"

"You don't have to carry anything, we'll have plenty of help. Just stand there and look hot. You don't have to if you don'"

"Okay, sure. Sounds fun!" I said, interrupting him. In my mind I thought "Neat! I get to be a princess on display" but then it occurred to me that Brent might not have been totally truthful about any pictures we might take in the future. 

Okay, again, I'm sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter out, but life is busy and this chapter and the next are particularly hard for me to write. Bear with me, I will finish the story soon. And as I've been warning you, my fiancee is an imbecile.



The Descending of Jessica Ch. 10



This story begins where Chapter 9 left off. If you haven't read the previous 9 chapters you might be lost. Also, you wouldn't know about how we used giant robots to defeat the aliens. So you might want to read them. Or not, its your call.

In the comments before Chapter 9 I mentioned that some had written about the word "Descending" in the title. I didn't answer that, as it is more appropriate to answer it here. I got the idea to include it from the DuChamp painting "Nude Descending a Staircase" which I love. It occurred to me that the events at the end of this chapter made me feel as though I was falling down the stairs emotionally, and hence the reference. That it is not a story of "Descending into deviance" by the standards on this site was unknown when I picked the title though and I apologize for any confusion it may have caused. Basically, I just like the word and the imagery. 

I apologize again to regular readers and the kind folks that have been commenting and writing critiques to me for the delay in getting this chapter out. Life is busy right now, and in addition chapter 9 and this one are somewhat painful for me to write. I hope you understand. 

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Brent, my foster brother for two years, boyfriend for three months, and fiance for a week, had asked me to dress "kinda sexy" for when we took him to school. He assured me his fraternity brothers would be there to help so I wouldn't have to carry anything, although I would still drive my pickup, a Ram 1500, to haul his things as only myself and my foster father Ron could drive a straight of the family. As it was August, and quite hot, I was able to wear a fairly flimsy dress that came to just below mid thigh, and some cute little boots (not the ones I used to kick Danny's face in, a different pair. I could never get the blood stains out of those. If you don't know about me kicking Danny's face in, you really need to read the other chapters first. He deserved it.) The dress barely covered the top of my thigh high nude stockings, which I had over the course of the summer become addicted to wearing as Brent loved them and I felt incredibly sexy when I did. Other than the garter belt holding the hosiery up and a cute little white thong, I had a matching white push up that made the most of my C cups. The dress was a lemon yellow that worked well with my long auburn hair and green eyes, and as I looked myself over in the mirror I thought I looked pretty darn good. The boots had spike heels on them which made my long legs look even longer, and the dress was low cut just enough to show a hint of cleavage without being overly slutty. I sprayed, curled and teased the shit out of my hair to give it more body, and applied make up as Allison and the sales ladies at the mall had taught me; just enough to accent what looked great about me, hide anything that didn't, and without being caked on so as to look look like a whore. When I did it right, it looked like I wasn't really wearing any, and that day I had, I'm pretty sure, done it right.

We had our last lunch for a while as a couple at home with Ron and Allison, and then we were off. I went to our room to get my purse and keys. While there, Brent came in to thank me for dressing sexy for him, and expressed great approval at my look through a long kiss and running his hands all over me sensually until Allison called from down stairs to tell us it was time to go. For a guy that claimed he loved me best when my hair was in a pony tail, had no make up and was wearing sweats, he seemed particularly aroused by my appearance. 

"I wish we could be together just one more time." he said.

"Me too, but I would have to shower, change, redo my hair and put all this shit on my face again." I giggled.

"Totally worth it." he smiled as he released his tight embrace and gently held my waist as my hands still hung around the back of his neck.

"I'm going to miss you." I told him, a tear rising in my eyes.

"Its just 'til Tuesday," he smiled, then added "I wish we were at the same school though, I'm going to miss you too."

"What is keeping you two?" Allison asked as she knocked on my, well now days, our, door.

"Just saying our good byes!" I said, smiling at Brent.

"Brent, let that girl up! You're going to see her Tuesday!" She laughed.

"Okay we'll be down in a sec," I replied, then added with a laugh, "as soon as we find our cloths!"

Ron drove his Lexus as he and Allison planned to shop after dropping Brent off, and Brent took his Accord so he would have it at school, while Allison and I rode in the truck with all of Brent's boxes in the back. This gave Allison and I a chance to chat more, and I reassured her I had no doubts about my upcoming nuptials. It wasn't irritating in the least to have Allison ask me if I was really sure, as I knew she and Ron both just wanted what was best for Brent and I, and that they were quite happy we were to wed as well. Allison's questions were just another way for her to say "I love you" and made me feel a warm love for my foster mother and, since they had been able to adopt Brent, my soon to be mother.

"So let's talk about something else." Allison finally said, now assured that for at least the time being I was quite happy being engaged and set to marry her son. 

"Sure, what shall we talk about?" I asked.

"Well, I thought maybe we should talk about the birds and bees a little." she smiled.

"Ummm, I think I've got that covered." I laughed.

"Oh, I'm sure you have the basics down pretty well now, but there are some things you might not expect." she said with a slight smile.

"Like what?" I asked, and now truly wondered what she was talking about.

"Well, its just that we all have certain desires, and we choose our mates somewhat based on those. Now, I don't mean to discount love, love is the most important reason, but there is compatibility too, and sometimes you find out that you might not be 100% compatible with someone you love."

"Oh, we're pretty compatible. Brent's emotionally dumb sometimes, but we want the same things out of life." I replied.

"No, I mean... well, Brent may want somethings that might not be to your pleasing or taste."

Now I was truly confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, what would you say your best attribute is?" she asked.

"Ummm, I guess my personality." I answered honestly.

"Well, yes, that's true. But I meant physically. If a guy you didn't know saw you on the street, what would you think he would find most attractive about you?"

I thought about this, trying to figure out where Allison was going but was still at a loss. "I don't know, I'm tall. Brent says he likes my hair and my eyes."

"Granted you are quite beautiful Jessie, and your hair and eyes certainly have their admirers I'm sure, but what else? I'll give you a hint, you picked your engagement photo based partly on it."

I thought about this and recalled joking that in one of the two shots I said I picked it was because my legs, ass and boobs looked fantastic, which they did, but I was basically kidding when I said it, I'm not that vain. Then I recalled Brent telling me about all the guys he knew loving my ass...

"My butt?" I asked.

"Your butt. Exactly."

"So," I said, still trying to figure out where this was going, "ummm, what about my butt?"

"Well, I just worry that Brent may want to try somethings, you know, in the bedroom, that.."

"Ohhhh!" I said, interrupting Allison as I finally understood, "No worries, we..., well we have an understanding where that is concerned."

"You have an understanding?" Allison asked, it now being her time to be confused.

"This is embarrassing," I finally admitted after a long silence, and I could feel myself blushing. Its not every day one's foster mother wants to talk to you about your fiancee having potential expectations of butt sex.

"You can always come to me to talk about anything Jessie, if you want to talk about something else we can, I'm just worried that, well, you're young and haven't been involved with a lot. I'm not saying you're naive, but, well, inexperienced, especially when it comes to some of the things a husband might expect."

Allison and I had always been open and talked about everything, she had gotten me a birth control prescription when I first moved in two years before even though I was a virgin and didn't have intercourse until earlier this summer with Brent. She and I had talked openly and frankly about sex several times, but just the basic biology as well as love and desire. We had never talked about freaky things in the suburban bedroom. Still, it was clear she was worried that I might divorce Brent the moment he went to the back door, and I owed her peace of mind I guessed.

"Okay, I don't want you to worry about us. So, let me tell yo... wait, first tell me, has this been an issue for you? I mean, I don't want to know what you guys do, but I mean, if its a touchy subject," I babbled.

"Well, early on we had some issues, but I was raised to believe that a wife should do what she can to make her husband happy." she sheepishly replied.

"So Dr Ron's an ass man!" I giggled.

"Don't you dare tell him I said that! I didn't say that!" Allison said vehemently, but without anger in her voice.

"Its okay, its our little secret." I smiled, but it was clear I had embarrassed my foster mother. 

We rode in silence for a minute or so, and it was clear that Allison had no words to break the quiet. Finally I confessed "Brent is too."

"What? He's already tried to..."

"Oh, we did more than try!" I grinned as I interrupted her.

"Well, I guess you didn't need this talk after all." Allison smiled.

"No, but I'm glad we are, because now I know I can truly talk to you about anything." I replied.

"So, does he want to do that all the time?"

"Geez, getting kinda personal aren't we? Are we talking as mother and daughter or sisters here?" I laughed.

Allison thought for a moment and laughed "Sisters. I would never tell my mother something like that!"

"Well sis," I giggled "No, thankfully he doesn't. I mean, it's okay, but you know... uncomfortable? But he does other stuff back there that's great."

"Uncomfortable? Tell me about it! At first it hurt like hell! But, Ron is worth it. He doesn't try that often either. Its more of a thing to spice his drive up every now and then."

"Yeah, same with Brent. I don't think I could do it back there very often. The first time I decided to try it I took half a day getting ready." I giggled.

"Wait, what does he do that's great? Back there I mean." Allison asked.

Now it was my turn to blush. "Well... Brent is, ummm, very oral in his affections. Lets just leave it at that."

"Oh my gosh Jessie, you made him kiss your butt?" she said laughing.

"No, I didn't make him!" I declared, "He did it all on his own, can I tell you something?"

"Of course, you know my dirty little secret."

"The first night we were together, he, well, he calls it eating me, I knew they did that in porno and stuff, but I didn't think it happened in real life. Anyway, I was all worked up, and then he turned me over and started do the same thing back there, and I was like... Wheeeee! So that has become something we do a lot more."

"Ewwww, you do that to him?"

"Oh no, that would be gross. It would make me vomit." I didn't tell her that the one time I tried it, or sucking ass juice off his cock, I became so repugnant to myself I asked him to leave so I could loath myself privately, "But he's into it on me, and its the surest way he's found to turn me on. So,,, well, don't think bad of him! Please, if he knew I was telling you this..."

"Don't worry about it. That's your next lesson in being a good wife, we don't tell them everything!" she said as we both cackled with laughter.

"There are some other things. You never know what a guy might fantasize about. They can get really weird and still be great guys." Allison said once we stopped laughing.

"Like?"

"Well, they are almost all visual where women are more in touch with all our senses, and our hearts. So a man might look at other women, and even lust for them, but that doesn't mean they will cheat. They may have a fantasy about watching you with someone else, but that doesn't mean that you should. It can get weird, but let your heart and your brain guide your actions and you will be fine. And I'm never more than a phone call away." She said.

"You mean like Brent asked me to dress sexy today so he could show me off? And geez, what the fuck is Ron into? He seems so normal." I asked.

"Never mind that, we have to keep somethings private. And don't say fuck so much, Brent wants a nice girl, not a gutter tramp. I just want you to know if you are ever troubled by anything like that you can always call me. Just don't call Ron. He might get worked up hearing about it."

"Dr. Ron is a perv. Who would of thought it?" I giggled.

"Oh, Ron's not a perv. Well not too much of one anyway. But he can make things interesting sometimes!" Allison smiled.

We talked about more mundane things the rest of the trip, and soon were pulling up in front of the fraternity house. Brent and Ron were already there and directed me in backing up to the front porch. I slipped the truck into high 4 and backed it into the yard and up the sidewalk until the rear gate was right at the back porch. Several guys were standing around gawking as I deftly backed up the truck, so it looked like Brent was right, I wouldn't have to carry any thing. 

I opened the door and slide out as daintily as one can from a 4x4 pick up, and Brent was there to embrace me and give me a kiss welcoming me to this part of his world, and a porch full of his frat brothers mentally undressed me, which, given how I had dressed wasn't much of a surprise and didn't require much imagination either I suppose. Men can be so predictable, and it felt nice that each of them was envious of my Brent. 

"Let me introduce you to the guys." he said with as big of a smile as I had ever seen on him.

"Nope, we've got work to do" Allison interrupted, as she dropped the tail gate, then looked at Brent and added "and wipe that shit eating grin off your face."

I almost choked at Allison's words, but Brent didn't notice and dutifully grabbed a box. "Well, come in and let me show you the place." he smiled at me.

As we got to the porch, Brent said "Hey guys, this is Jessie, my fiance."

His fellow fraternity members chided him, saying things like I was too pretty for him, and asking me if I could ever marry a guy as ugly as him. "Oh sure," I replied and held up my ring for all to see "Its official."

"Wait a second, I remember seeing your picture last year in his dorm. He told me you were his sister."one guy said.

"I'm that too, that's the great thing about living in the south." I smirked. "So, are you guys going to help Brent unload the truck?" I sweetly asked as I took the box from Brent and handed it to the one that had seen my picture the year before. The other guys started grabbing boxes and I asked Brent "So, show me this room?" I locked my arm around his and he escorted me in.

"That's a handy trick, I'll have to remember that one" Brent whispered referring to all the guys jumping up to help.

"I don't think it would work as well for you." I grinned.

The frat house was a dump and smelled of cigarettes and stale beer. This was not unexpected, but the house was otherwise clean I suppose. The furniture was old and worn, and badly mismatched. It was clear that it had been furnished by generations of guys on budgets with little taste and less interest in matching decor over the years. Brent's room was upstairs, and the walk up gave his fraternity brothers a good look at my long legs, and probably the top of the hosiery I was wearing. It had two beds. It was then that I realized he would still have a room mate. Damn it. 

"So, what do you think?" he asked.

"Its a dump. And filthy." Allison answered for me.

"Well, we're going to clean it up!" Brent replied.

"Its okay," I said, then added, "I didn't realize you would have a room mate."

"Oh, I won't be here that much, and if you ever want to be alone Brent will let me know." said the guy I had handed the first box. After he set it down, he turned and extended his hand. "I'm Steve by the way. Brent didn't want us to know each others names apparently."

"Pleased to meet you Steve." I replied and shook his hand.

"And I'm Carolyn." said a voice behind me, 

"Hey honey," Steve said as they embraced. "Jessie, this is my girlfriend, Carolyn, this is Brent's fiance Jessie."

"Brent! You got engaged? When did this happen? I thought you were all about that girl back home you always talk about!" Carolyn exclaimed as she hugged him.

"I was. I mean, I am. I finally took your advice and told her. And, well, we're getting married in December." Brent said.

"Wait, you put him up to telling me his feelings and stuff?" I gasped as I asked Carolyn as the box moving crew continued in and out and she released her arms from my fiance. 

"Yeah, he used to go out with us and reject every girl that ever approached him, he said he loved some girl back home he couldn't talk about. So I asked him last spring before classes got over if he had talked to her about how he felt and he said 'derrrrp not exactly.'" Carolyn said, gently mocking Brent's demeanor. "So I made him promise he would tell this girl. And I guess he finally did!"

I knew nothing of this story. I stared at her with my jaw almost to the floor at this revelation. I stood there for a moment while everyone was trying to figure out if I was angry, or upset, or what, as though this revelation would somehow reduce the sincerity of Brent's affections I suppose, then I wrapped my arms around Carolyn, saying "Thank you, thank you so much." I was almost crying as we released from our embrace.

"You're welcome!" Carolyn replied, her eyes bright with glee. "Why don't we let the guys unpack and I'll show you around campus? Brent, can Jessie take your car?" 

"If the boxes are all out, we can take my truck." I offered.

"You drive that truck? How cool is that?" she exclaimed.

"Allison, Ron, do you mind?" I asked.

"No no!" Ron replied, "Go find out what Brent did up here all last year. And be sure and tell us the good parts!"

"Hey now! Don't be telling stories on me!" Brent exclaimed.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it!" Carolyn replied with a wicked grin.

We jumped in the truck, giving several guys probably a pretty good view of my legs, as well as Carolyn's as she was wearing running shorts and a tank top that barely covered anything but were well suited to the late August heat in the south, and took off. I liked that the guys were staring, and I loved that Brent had wanted to show me off. But what made me happiest was meeting Carolyn. She was quite pretty, much shorter than me and had shoulder length brunette hair. She a great figure, toned I suspected, and when later asked she confirmed, from running. She showed me around campus as we drove, as well as some of the local sites in the small college town, all the while chatting up a storm about what a great guy Brent was and how much she looked forward to me moving up in the spring. We finally landed at a little deli that she swore had the best iced tea, and went in to rehydrate and gossip.

"So, you really told tell Brent to tell me how he felt." I said, more as a statement than a question. 

"Yeah, he was miserable all last year. He said he had flirted with you every way he knew how, stuff that had worked on every other girl, even tried to make you jealous by dating other girls, and you just acted like it didn't matter except for when he left for college and you kissed him. What was that all about?"




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 10



"Well, uh, did he tell you our family situation?"

"No, I know he's adopted by that dentist dude and his wife, I met them last year. Why?"

"Well, I was their foster daughter. And yes, he did flirt a lot looking aback on it, but I had always been an only child, or in a foster home, and I had no idea how siblings acted. I thought he was just being, you know, a brother."

"Ummm, I have two brothers. I've never kissed them. Well, not like what he said anyway."

"Well, yeah, NOW I can see I was missing some hints!" I laughed. "That kiss was a spur of the moment thing, I think my heart turned my brain off and just commanded me to go with it. Anyway, we both got jobs by the pool at the country club back home this summer, and we rode together and"

"I can just see Brent riding in a truck. Damnation you have a hot guy." Carolyn interrupted.

"Oh no, we took his Accord, I think it intimidates him that I can drive a stick and he can't," and we both laughed again before I continued, "anyway, the first day on the way home I made some comment about how if he wasn't my brother I would act like all the other girls do around him, because he looked so good up on the lifeguard stand, you know?"

"I bet!"

"Well, he stopped the car, and told me he wasn't my brother, and told me how he felt and how long he had felt that way. It was like a wall that I had put up between us just melted and I saw him as he is, a great guy, rather than how I had perceived him, you know, like a brother or someone off limits. All because you told him to. Anyway, the Andersons were on vacation in the mountains that week, and there was all this unresolved affection and, well, lust between us, so that night we were together, and we've been together ever since."

"How did you get engaged? I mean, if you only dated over the summer?"

"Oh, that was so romantic! Well, first, if you figure all the time we've lived in the same place, we've been together for a couple years, so there aren't a lot of secrets between us anyway. Really, once we started dating, within a few days I guess we just knew we were always going to be together. So anyway, last year the Andersons took us on vacation to the beach before school started, and this year they took us to Orlando. And on the first day, we're walking through Cinderella's Castle, and we were supposed to talk about our relationship and where it was headed. Well, I planned on doing that when we got back, but there we were, in the arch way of the castle, I had this whole plan worked out about how we were going to be exclusive and schedule our time together and he starts talking about how he loved me since we met, and I'm trying to tell him that I want to keep dating, and to be exclusive, and how I loved him too and that maybe we could talk again at Christmas and see where we were as a couple and he gets down on one knee, asks me to marry him and puts this on my finger." I said as I held my hand up to show off my rock.

"And you said yes!" she said with glee.

"Yeah, it was like, I had all these plans that ignored the obvious, that big elephant in the room that was telling me what I really wanted was to marry Brent. He saw right through all my bullshit about dating and all that, and just went right to the heart of the matter. And as soon as he asked, every bit of doubt and worry cleared away and I just knew it was the right thing. But actually, it took me a good ten or twenty seconds to answer as I got so choked up. And again, it's all because of you."

"Oh I didn't do anything, I just told him to man up and tell him how you feel."

"That means you did everything. Hey, this may seem odd since we just met, but I don't have many girlfriends, and most of the ones I do, I have, well, because of something horrible that happened. Would you be in the wedding?"

"Really? You want me as a brides maid?"

"Well I wouldn't be a bride without you."

"Ummmm, this December?"

"No, this December I think we're just going to have a civil service with a judge. The big wedding will be next June."

"Well, that will give us both plenty of time to get to know our new best friend!" Carolyn exclaimed.

We chatted a bit more, Carolyn told me she was majoring in engineering and suggested I look into it, but I have no understanding of calculus, then we returned to the frat house to find that the boxes were unpacked and the Andersons were preparing to leave. 

"Jessie" Allison whispered, "if you ever spend the night here, bring disinfectant."

I grinned at her joke, then realized she wasn't entirely joking, and introduced her again to Carolyn. They drove off with my promise that I would see them at home, then Carolyn and I followed Brent back to his room, where Stephen was trying to organize. He took a break and sat on a small couch with Carolyn, while Brent and I sat on his bed.

"I can see why you love Jessie so much," Carolyn said. "she's adorable."

I blushed, at a loss for words, as Brent put his arm around me and replied, "she's perfect in every way, just like I told you all last year, isn't she?"

"She's better than perfect, if we hadn't come back when we did I might have gone gay!"

"I'd like to see that!" Steve mumbled

"Not gonna happen!" I exclaimed, finding my voice at last and laughing. "Brent, since we're only together because of Carolyn, I asked her to be in the wedding with us."

"Okay, Steve is going to be my best man, so that will work out well." he replied.

"Oh, when were you going to tell me?" I smiled.

"Well, you didn't ask."

"Well, we haven't talked about that yet."

"That's probably why you didn't ask. Plus, if you ride off with his girlfriend and turn her into a potential lesbian it's the least I can do for him."

"Bisexual. Potential bisexual." Carolyn interjected.

Once we had stopped laughing, we all chatted for a while, we told Stephen the story of how we became engaged, and just generally got to know each other. Carolyn finally said "Steve, why don't we go get dinner and let them have some time alone?"

"Well, I don't know, I still have a lot of unpacking to do...."

"Stephen!"

"Yes dear. Will you excuse us Jessica? I have to go find some shoes to match the socks I got for my birthday two years ago, and then wash Carolyn's hair. Would that give you two enough time?" he joked.

"Stephen!" Carolyn again said, as she tugged his arm pulling him out the door.

I went to shut the door and lock it.

"I've never made love in a frat house before. Is it as good as they say?" I grinned.

"Ummm, as good as who says?" Brent asked.

"Girls that fuck in frat houses." I smiled as I walked towards him.

He stood and took me in his arms in front of the bed and we kissed deeply as he began to unbutton my dress, releasing each one until I slide it from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His hands explored my body, feeling the lacy underthings I was wearing. I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his amazing pecs and abs, then tugged on the side of his shorts until they too were in a heap at our feet.

"You've really gotten into the whole lingerie thing." He whispered.

"I thought you liked it." I said as he kissed my neck and a shiver went down my spine that stiffened my nipples and brought moisture to my nether regions.

"I don't," he replied, looking in my confused eyes, before continuing, "I love it. You are so unbelievably beautiful, I don't deserve you."

He always knew what to say. I gently pushed him to the bed as I remained standing, and replied, my voice husky with desire, "Why don't you let me decide what you deserve? You make me whole. If anything..." My words were cut of as he pressed his face into my panties and gently kissed my clit as it swelled.

I gasped as he ever so gently pinched my clit between his lips through the fabric of my panties, even as his hands slid up my legs to my hips and tugged them down until they fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. Sometimes we do a lot of foreplay, but then there are times like these when I'm already excited and Brent can go straight to my wet sex and lick me like a kitten laps milk. Damn he was good at giving me pleasure with his lips and tongue down there. He gently sucked my clit as his tongue swirled around it, and ever few seconds took a long drag through my wet slit, lapping up the creamy juices as quickly as my body produced them. I had one foot on the floor and the other on the edge of the bed and held his head with both hands to stabilize myself while he attacked me with his oral ministrations. I had gone from breathing heavily to panting and my head rested back, my eyes closed as the sole focus of my being became the pleasure Brent was giving me. Just as I was about to find out if I could orgasm standing up, and I strongly doubted I could, he kissed his way up my pubic mound and to my stomach and his lips explored my flesh there as he reached behind me to unclasp my bra, then took me by the hand and gently pulled me toward the bed. I took the hint and lay down beside where he was seated. 

"That was nice." I whispered.

"Not done yet." He smiled, then leaned towards me and began giving my pussy another tongue lashing, this time as I was now relaxed laying down it caused me to cum in moments. I thrashed about under his attentions, groaning and speaking in tongues, shouting his name and sighing my praises. No matter how much I thrashed about and rocked my hips pumping my hot, wet pussy into his face, he remained composed and continued licking me in a steady rhythm with the pressure he had perfected over a summers practice at eating me. My convulsions continued until it felt like my pussy was squirting juice directly into his mouth, and my sole existence was a molten body of desire and climax. 

I don't know how long I was in that state, I just really couldn't say as I was out of my mind with sexual pleasure, but when I returned momentarily to this plane of existence, Brent was above me and his long, thick cock was sliding against my inner lips as he entered me ever so gently. I kissed him deeply, tasting my tangy sauce on his lips and exploring his mouth with my tongue. I had so wanted to suck his cock in return for the pleasure he had given me, but there was no way I wanted him to stop the slow, gentle fucking his rock hard penis was giving my dripping wet slut hole. I wanted to be his slut, his whore, I wanted him to pound my pussy as hard as he ever had, but instead he slowly and gently slid his meat in and out of me, and instead of getting the hard fucking I wanted, he gave me the loving sex that I needed. I wrapped my legs around him and urged him on, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I demanded, and in retrospect I'm sure the guys downstairs heard me, but I was so lost in the moment I didn't care. After minutes, or hours I could not say, of his cock slowly gliding past my lips and the wet shaft rubbing my clit into a serious of overlapping orgasms, he picked up the pace. Brent began fucking me hard and fast and it was clear he was about to cum. "Cum for me baby, please! I want you to cum! I whispered, then added "cum in my mouth so I can taste you all night while I drive home, I want to taste your cum all night."

"Brent, please cum in my mouth!" I asked, and he granted my request. He tensed up, then reached down and grabbed himself, pulled out quickly, then straddled my chest just as quickly and offered his cock to my waiting mouth. I had barely gotten the head in and began to lick my juices from the underside when the first splash filled my mouth and I swallowed his sweet salty cum whorishly. A second gusher came right after the first as he groaned in ecstasy and I could barely hold it while I swallowed the first, and a third just flowed out over my lips and down my chin and cheeks. I swallowed his delicious seed as fast as I could, but slimy jets of it were shooting out faster than I could manage, and my face ended up glazed with his orgasm. 

I sucked on him, licking his cum and my fuck juice from him and milked his dick for every last drop. As he softened, he carefully crawled off me as I wiped his cum from my face with a finger and then licked it off my hand like a good little cum slut. That's what I was at the moment, and nothing could have made me happier. I loved being his cum slut, his cock sucker, his fiance. Life was perfect. 

We rested in each others arms, our fingers and kisses exploring each others bodies lazily. 

"You know what makes me happy?" I asked.

"You make me happy." Brent replied.

"You make me happy too" I smiled, my head resting on his chest as he gently rubbed my breast, "but in just a few months, we will be together every night, and that's the only thing that makes being apart until then bearable."

I slid my hand down his chest and began slowly stroking his member. 

"Hmmm, you looking for a repeat performance?" he asked.

"If you want to, I'd love nothing more." I said.

"Think we could try it the other way?" He hinted, knowing that I would understand his request. I didn't really want to do anal, but I wouldn't see him again for a couple days, and it was sort of a special occasion.

"Did you bring lube and condoms?" I asked, as both would be required before he entered my back door. Something about my butt juice directly on his dick made me skeeve still.

"Uhhh, no. I didn't" he admitted.

"Well, lets save that for Tuesday then. Okay?" I asked.

"Okay. We don't have to then if you don't want..."

"I don't mind." I interrupted, "Allison was telling me today that a good wife should try to make her husband happy, although I think she was speaking in more general terms." I smiled, concealing that what Allison had spoken of was exactly what Brent had requested.

"Geez, can you imagine Ron and Allison,"

"Hush!" I said, cutting him off. "You don't get to think about other women, or couples!" I giggled. "And especially not them you perv!" I felt a bit of extra wetness on my hand and looked to see that a drop of cum had oozed from his cock while I stroked it. "And stop wasting cum!" I said as I swooped down to slurp it up. 

After licking his seeping semen up, I swirled my tongue around his soft head and sucked it into my mouth. Although we has been active sexually all summer, I could not off hand recall having ever had his cock in my mouth while it was this soft, and I relished the new experience. I could easily suck the whole head and shaft into my warm wet mouth, and could suck on it as hard or as gentle as I liked. The control I had was exciting, but no matter my efforts, the work of the move and the fury of the fuck session we had just had kept Brent from growing hard again. He moaned a lot, I suppose due to the hypersensitivity that follows orgasm, but another fuck was not in the cards for me that afternoon. Finally I accepted defeat and lay my head back on his chest. 

"I love you!" I whispered.

"I love you too." he replied, and that was all we needed to say for the longest time as we held each other as the sun set and the dim of twilight overtook the room. Brent turned on a light beside the bed, and then looked at me, his eyes crawling up and down my body. I began to feel self conscious and started to wrap myself in the sheet, but Brent stopped me. 

"Let me just look at you. Jessie, you are so beautiful." He said.

"Yeah right! My hair is messed up, my make up is either smeared or washed off by your goo, I bet you even stretched my pussy out." I giggled, but truly although I felt loved, I didn't feel attractive at the moment. 

"Hush, you're being silly you're beauti...., did you say your 'pussy is stretched out?'"

"Yes, you stretched it out with your big dick. You ruined it and got it all wet. It may never get back into shape." I giggled.

"That might be a good thing as tight as you are." Brent said, making us both giggle.

"I'm tight? Is that good or bad? What do you mean by 'tight'?" I asked, as I seriously didn't know how to interpret this.

"Oh god yes you're tight. And that's not good, its awesome! And I mean,.. well, you're tight, and when you climax you're even tighter!"

"So you like it tight?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm pretty sure all guys do." he laughed.

"Okay, as long as you do I'm glad I'm tight then." I laughed.

We kissed and caressed for a while, but it ended too soon. I needed to get back on the road home, so eventually we got dressed, I brushed my hair back as close as I could get to its previous state, fixed my make up as best as I could under near primitive conditions, and Brent walked me to the truck. The living room of the frat house was filled with guys watching a game on tv, but all were distracted by our passage, and we stopped to say good night to Steve and Carolyn. When we got to the truck, we kissed again, passionately, and looked one last time before I left into each others eyes. 

"I just did my first walk of shame didn't I?" I asked.

"Well, I mean..." Brent stammered.

"It's okay, I'm not ashamed." I giggled.

"Good, and I never want you to be." Brent replied.

"Oh? So you don't want to take pictures of me naked anymore?" I laughed.

"What? Uh, well, no, not if it would make you feel ashamed, I don't guess so." He finally stammered.

"Relax, I'm still thinking about it. Love you!" I said as I climbed into the truck, 

"Love you too" he replied as he kissed me yet again."

It was a long drive home, but a pleasant one, and I enjoyed the lingering taste of his seed all the way, and until morning.

Even though I slept alone for the first time in a week, I slept well and awoke rested. It didn't really take long to load my stuff in the truck, not more than a couple hours as Ron was at work leaving just Allison and I to get it done. We parked it in the garage to keep it all safe and so we could head out first thing in the morning, then showered, went to a nice cafe for lunch and spent the rest of the day perusing bridal magazines and getting an earful of advice on dieting and exercise to fit into a dress I had not even began to start picking out. There was an amazing number of decisions to be made, things I had never thought of, but fortunately Allison had. The phone continued to ring as more folks learned of our engagement and Allison was getting calls from her friends too. She never batted an eye at explaining to the country club crowd that no, Brent and Jessie were not in fact brother and sister, and no, they weren't related at all, and that she absolutely thought we were an adorable couple and she was proud of us both. Allison always had our back, I shall forever love her for that, and my affection and respect for her would become important in the very near future.

Of course Brent and I talked every day, usually two or three times, and regardless of whether we were in class or not would continue a text conversation that began each day when we woke, and concluded when we went to sleep unless we were together then. He gave Carolyn my number and we would talk daily as well, it was good to know I had a friend there with Brent and that could keep all the sluts on their campus away from him, a job she apparently relished doing. Her and Steve hit a rough patch in October and we talked about their problems often. She had caught him alone with one of the fraternity's "little sisters", a tramp named Jennifer, who was a girl from their sister sorority that hung around the house often and had made it her goal to sleep with everyone that lived there. Apparently she was quite attractive and was Miss Whatever County she was from, but under her wholesome exterior was nothing more than a cum dumpster looking to get a Mrs degree and fucking every good looking guy she met in an effort to achieve that goal.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Tuesday Ron had to work so Allison drove her car and I my truck to move me into the dorm. I had freshman orientation on Wednesday, but classes didn't begin until the following Monday. This gave me almost a week to get settled, but I planned on spending the time with Brent as much as possible. I figured to drive up Wednesday night and just stay at the frat house the rest of the week, and Brent was enthusiastic about this. Tuesday was a problem though. I had a lot of boxes, some of them quite heavy, as well as a small refrigerator, a small desk, and my desktop Mac to get into the dorm, and neither Brent nor Ron would be available to help with the heavy lifting. I dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and planned to get sweaty, hoping I would have time to get cleaned up before Brent arrived as we had made plans for the night and I had, perhaps foolishly, committed to letting him use my tush for pleasure. I looked forward to the intimacy, but not necessarily the avenue of approach, and I sure didn't want him poking around back there unless I was absolutely scrubbed clean first. I had a light breakfast and focused on the liquids, although experience had taught me a liquid diet wasn't totally necessary for such activities. Damn, I would have to pick up some lube, condoms and an enema or two this afternoon as well. Plus I would be meeting my new roommate today, and Amber was to stop by and catch up. This day was getting too full, too fast.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 10



As we finished breakfast, Allison said "So are you going to change?"

"Change?" I asked.

"Your outfit?"

"I hadn't planned on it." I said, figuring what I had on was good for hauling boxes back and forth.

"Hey! Can I see your ring for a second Jessie?" Allison asked, changing the subject awkwardly and as I mindlessly took it off to hand it to her I was still wondering what was wrong with jeans and a tee for moving.

Allison took my engagement ring and handed back to me without looking at it, then said "Put that in your purse and go get dressed like you did Sunday, I don't want to haul boxes either and I don't have your legs." She grinned mischievously. 

"You want me to flirt with guys to get them to do it?" I asked, somewhat shocked at her proposal. 

"No, I just want you to stand there and look pretty, I'll do the talking. Trust me, on moving day there are going to be a bunch of guys hanging around anxious to meet the new girls that arrive on campus." She winked.

Well, it couldn't hurt, plus my day would be a bit easier to manage, so no harm in looking hot if it would work I rationalized and I went back upstairs and changed into a short skirt and low cut blouse, not as borderline slutty as I had for Brent, but pretty hot none the less with lots of tanned legs and just a hint of cleavage. I left my underthings as they were since no one would be seeing them, but changed from my cross trainers to some heels. I threw the sneakers in the front seat of the truck though, just in case. Finally I teased my hair up a bit and sprayed it so as to have more body. Just a spritz of my regular cologne and I was done. Allison looked me over when I came back with approval. 

"Much better!" Allison smiled and we drove off to start my new life as a college coed.

Finding the campus was easy as we had visited in the spring a couple of times, but it took a couple loops around, with Allison on my bumper the whole time, to find my dorm. Once there, sure enough there were a lot of guys hanging around, but unfortunately there were quite a few girls as well, some of them quite attractive. Some guys were all busy hitting on the girls, and helping to unload, but quite a few others were just throwing Frisbee on the lawn. Many of their eyes were on me as I went into the lobby to meet my RA and get my room assignment and key.

Beth, my RA, was sitting at a table looking harried even though it was not quite noon. 

"Name?" She asked.

I told her and she looked at her chart. "Okay Jessica, your in 211, that's on the second floor just down from the elevator on the left. Looks like your roommate Trisha isn't here yet. Here's your keys, and you need to read over and sign the dorm rules, just saying you're familiar with them. I'm in 101, if you ever have a problem that's my room right over there." She pointed to a door just off the lobby. "Your hall adviser, or assistant RA should be around to introduce herself later today or tomorrow. You can use the freight elevator today, and the normal elevators everyday. If something in your room doesn't work, come back and let me know. Any questions?"

"No, I don't think so. You look like you've had a busy day here." I smiled, hoping that a show of empathy would earn me some points.

"You don't know the half of it. Apparently when they checked out last spring everyone decided to take the light bulbs so all morning folks have been coming back down to complain." She smiled, and I knew I had at least taken the edge off. I really needed to get along with her as I wasn't sure what the rules were on guys in the dorm rooms but fully expected to be breaking it when Brent visited.

I thanked her and stepped aside to read the rules. Wifi information, how to sign in, television and refrigerator use, No alcohol, drugs, smoking blah blah blah, ah ha! No men after 10:30 or before 9:00. Doors open when male visitors are present, only allowed in common room, what ever that was, announce men in hall so others won't accidentally be exposed. Okay, not as draconian as it could be, but it might do Brent and I well to get a list of cheap hotels in the area. I signed the form and returned it to Beth.

"Can my mother and I get some help unloading the truck?" I asked.

Beth, who looked a bit over weight and was a frumpy grad student in her 30's, looked up, slowly scanned my outfit, my legs and then the cleavage at the top of my blouse, then smiled and said "Yeah, my guess is you'll be able to." Then looked down and returned to her work. 

Allison smirked and we went up to check out the room. My lights worked thankfully. Each room shared a common area with three other rooms, and the common area had ample seating, but was otherwise bare. My room held two regular sized beds, and enough room for a couple of desks, dressers, and dorm fridges. Adjoining it were two small closets, and I had to cram clothing in to get it all to fit. It would be a bit cramped, but as long as my room mate was nice I expected to be comfy there, for what little time I planned to be there.

We turned on the air to cool the room off as it was quite hot, then went back to the truck. There were now more than a half dozen bare chested guys throwing Frisbee on the lawn pretending to be athletic and as I walked towards the truck Allison waved and shouted at them "Hey guys! Could you help my daughter move her things in?"

I turned to smile at them and all came in a hurry to assist. We got the truck unloaded even faster than we had at Brent's, even though I had far more stuff. Each guy made a point to introduce themselves and offer to help with classes and study, or even show me around town. I heard "Are you free later?" several times, but waived off these inquiries with the story that my friend Amber and I were going to hang around and perhaps we might see them later. Never again would I underestimate the power of a vagina. 

Once unloaded, Allison and I began to set up the room, although I saved making the bed for last. Allison and Ron were giving me a generous allowance, plus I had saved most of the money I had made over the summer, yet Allison still slipped me another $500 in case I needed to purchase anything. I told her that Ron had already given me $1000 for the same purpose the previous night, but she p'shawed that and followed up with her usual "I can't take it with me and I'm not leaving it to you" joke. This was typical of the Anderson's generosity, and I only hoped I could either repay it, or pay it forward myself some day. I learned as the semester went on that I was among the blessed few that didn't have to worry about money while in school. Between the scholarships, grants and the Andersons, plus my savings from the club, as long as I was careful, money wouldn't be something to cause anxiety. . 

Finally we were all unpacked and decided to have sex with the hot sweaty Frisbee players on the lawn. Allison shouted down to them that I wanted to blow them all, then have a nice romantic gang bang, and then told Beth that she wanted to go lesbo on her while they both watched and filmed the action for a website she was planning. 

No. Not really. That never happened, I just figured you might be bored by now and wanted to wake you up.

What did happen was this. After doing everything else, I was just about to decide on my own which bed to take when I heard a knock behind me. Allison and I turned to see the largest black man I had ever seen. He was at least 6'5" and filled the doorway. He had a kind face, but his sudden presence there startled me. 

"Daddy, let me by please." I heard from a feminine voice behind him, and as he turned a short mocha skinned girl with a broad smile and stylish dreadlocks slid by him and extended her hand. "I'm Trisha, you must be Jessica!" 

"Hey!" I exclaimed, "Yep, that's me, and this is my mom Allison, it's so good to meet you!"

"You too! This is my dad, he just looks scary, he's really a nice guy."

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Jessica, Miss Allison, I'm Timothy." he said with a gravely baritone voice that sounded like the remnants of distant thunder. 

"Well, as long as Trisha's your roommate Brent doesn't have to worry about guys hanging around. Just knowing Timothy exists will keep them away!" Allison smiled, "Do you folks need help carrying anything?

"No, I think we can manage. Who's Brent?" Trisha asked.

"Oh, he's my fiance. You'll probably meet him later today. He goes to tech but is coming down to see me tonight."

"So you're engaged?" Timothy said. "That's good. I've been worried Trisha would have a room mate that was, well, that liked to party rather than study. Sounds like you're settled down. But this Brent fellow better get a ring on that hand fast or some other guy's gonna try to take you away" he smiled.

"Oh crap!" I thought as I reached into my purse, retrieved my ring and replaced it on my finger. 

"Party? Jessica?" Allison grinned as I dug through my purse. "No, she looks like a model, but she's a bookworm. All she did through high school was study. And Brent's a really nice guy, you don't have to worry about him."

"Thanks Miss Allison." Timothy said after Trisha was out of ear shot, having left to get another box. "I've raised Trisha by myself the last few years, after my wife passed. She has three brothers, two in the army and one in high school still, she's the first of in the family other than me to go to college and I've been worried sick about her. I'm glad she's going to be rooming with good folks that want to learn instead of fool around."

"That must have been hard raising all those kids yourself." Allison said. "What did you study in college?"

"Hitting quarterbacks. I was a linebacker, now I coach high school," he smiled, "and if you love them, it ain't hard at all, ya know? Course when she decided to become a cheerleader I wasn't much help I'm afraid." He continued with a smile. "You cheer Miss Jessica?"

"No, really, reading and running are my only hobbies. I never did gymnastics or dance so cheer wasn't for me. Plus, isn't it a lot of work?" I asked.

"Tons. They practice all the time. I'm hoping Trish doesn't try out next spring for here but she tells me shes going to anyway. I just want good grades, everything else comes after that. I gotta ask, why you keep your ring in your purse?" 

"That was her idea" I said, pointing at Allison. "She wanted me..."

"I wanted her to use her girly wiles to get those boys on the lawn to carry everything in, what with her fiance and my husband both busy today, I sure didn't want to carry everything!" Allison interrupted and caused us all to laugh.

"Good idea. Wish I had thought of it." Timothy smiled

"Thought of what Dad?" Trisha said as she carried a box in.

"Oh nothing. Come on, lets get you moved." Timothy said as he winked at us.

Although they said they didn't need help, Allison and I did anyway, Trisha had not packed as much as I, but her wardrobe also filled the less than ample closet space. On seeing the tall auburn haired me, and the shorter Halle Berry look alike Trisha, the Frisbee boys quickly volunteered to help again, their lustful desires overcoming their fear of Timothy. Soon the boys had their car unloaded, and both Timothy and Allison departed. Timothy was still worried about Trisha, and I promised she would never have to depend on a guy to give her a ride as I could pretty much always get us anywhere. I'm not sure me letting him know we had transportation was helpful or not though. If anything he seemed more worried, but Allison and he hit it off well and Timothy would only be about an hour away in any event. Oddly enough, they lived just short distance from where Brent went to college.

Finally, after Timothy and Allison departed, each with a significant amount of hugs and promises to call, I asked if she had a bed preference and she said no, but I let her pick first anyway as it didn't really matter to me. 

"Hey, did you see anything in the rules about having a microwave in here?" I asked.

"Yeah, its okay it said."

That was a necessity, and fortunately there was enough room on a shelf above the desks to place one. Other than that, all we had to do was decorate, and neither of us felt like that at the moment, so we chatted and learned all about each other. Trisha ran too, but only to stay in shape for cheer. She hoped to try out in the spring as freshmen were not allowed on the team. Our school offered scholarships for the squad and it would take some of the burden off her father she hoped, plus I picked up on her being a bit of an extrovert when she remarked that it was nice to have all those men staring at her and was the best excuse to wear a short skirt year round. She planned to major in business and fashion merchandising, had no boyfriend, so "if this guy Brent had any friends," and I told her I would mention it to him. Along the way, she suggested I try out too, but I waved off, explaining I had no dance or gymnastic skills. 

"At college its mostly dance and stunting, I can teach you dance but stunting you learn along the way." She volunteered.

"That would be great, but I'm still not going to try out for cheer, besides, in the spring I'll be married, and going to Tech with Brent."

"Oh well, we'll work on those moves anyway, its something to do and I need the practice." she concluded.

I told her Brent and my dating schedule so she would know there would be quite a few nights I wouldn't be around, which seemed to please her. "So, that's when I can bring guys and girls back here!" she smiled.

"Sure, let me know if I'm out with Brent and shouldn't come home, wait, girls?." I said.

"Ummm yeah, about that. I need to be honest and tell you. I prefer guys, but I've dated girls in the past and may again. My last relationship was with a girl from my high school squad. If that bothers you I can ask to-"

"Don't be silly, I don't care." I interrupted her.

"Oh, so you're into gir-"

"Oh no, I'm very straight, its just its none of my business who someone else wants to love, ya know?" I said, cutting her off.

"That's too bad, for a minute I thought you were perfect!" she laughed.

"Well, Brent says I am, but I have my doubts." I laughed.

"No, I think this Brent guy might just be right." she gleamed.

Just as I was coming to grips with my roomie announcing she was bi, Amber knocked and came in before anyone could answer.

"Hey sweetie!" she said as I stood and we hugged.

"Hey! How are you! This is Trisha, my new roommate."

"Hi Trisha! You have the sweetest roommate ever, but don't get her mad or send embarrassing pictures of her to your friends or you'll bring out her bad side." Amber said, bringing up memories that I had hoped to bury when I left home to go to college.

"Huh?" Trisha said with a quizzical look.

"Oh, she didn't tell you the legend of Jessica?" Amber blabbered, despite my wishes. "Well, there was this guy, he was really cute, and he would go out with girls at our high school and well, he would take pictures of them with his phone while they were, umm, lets say distracted and in embarrassing moments, then send them to his friends to brag about who he was, well, doing."

"What a jerk!" Trisha said.

"Yes he was, anyway, he did it to me, and like most I just put up with it and dumped the guy. No one would talk about it because it was so humiliating, so he would just ask another girl out,and since they didn't know otherwise would go out with him, and he'd do the same thing if he could, which he usually could, he was really cute and seemed to be a nice guy. Anyway, because all the girls he did it too kept it hush hush Jessie doesn't know anything about him and he does it to Jessie, and she doesn't dump him."

"What? Why not?" Trisha stared at me incredulously, "I would have dropped that bastard so fast."

"Because if I had, I would have never been able to get close to him Monday when we got back to school." I said, taking some pride in my foresight at the time.

"And she needed to get close to him so she could kick the living shit out him by surprise! Jessie skips up and hugs him, looking like her cloths are about to come off, puts her arms around him, looks like she's about to kiss him in the lunch room, commons area, whatever, and everyone is all staring thinking she must not know about the video, then she knees him to the balls over and over until he's on the floor, then kicks him in the face until they drag her away screaming 'I will fuck a bitch up!' She beat him within an inch of his life and everyone in school was applauding and screaming, and then all the other girls came forward to tell the principal what had happened and how much he deserved it, and Jessie was a hero to all of us!"

"Remind me not to piss you off girl." Trisha said.

"So, tell me about you and Brent. I want details" Amber demanded. "Her boyfriend, pardon me, her fiance is the hottest guy in the world, and every girl I know has thrown herself at him, and when he gets home from school last spring I ask Jessie to introduce me to her brother and she tells me he's in love with some girl and wouldn't be dating anyone. So two days ago I'm minding my own business, reading the Sunday paper, I look at the engagement announcements and think to myself 'You bitch! You lied to me!'"

"Wait, you're engaged to your brother? Trisha asked.

"No! I'm not that white trash! Brent and I were both foster children, and Allison, that you just met, and her husband raised both of us. Brent has been with them quite a while, and I was there the last two years. They adopted Brent, but couldn't adopt me because my biological mother wouldn't give up her rights, but they've always treated me like I was their own, well, until they found out I was dating their son. It got a little weird then I guess, for me at least. Brent and I aren't related at all," I said, then added "but we're going to be!"

"I can't believe you kept it a secret! How long have you two been dating?" Amber asked.

"Well, technically just this summer, but before then we've always pretty much done everything together for the last couple years."

"Not all of the last two years, he went out with my sister Andrea when they were both seniors ya know." Amber said

"Well, its not like we were exclusive then. He says he was only dating other girls to try to get my attention, I'm not sure how true that is. I like to think he just tried to give up on me for a while." I admitted. 

"Andrea always said he was a great guy though," Amber said, then looked at Trisha, held the tips of her fingers about a foot apart and silently mouthed "with a great big cock." making Trisha giggle.

Amber must have realized she had gone too far with that aside, and looked at me smiling so I would know she was trying to be humorous. 

A tension fell over the room which was broken with my reply under my breath of "Well, I can confirm that."

We laughed and cut up all day and along the way I told both the story of how Brent proposed. As the afternoon wore on the girls we shared our common room with began to come in and we introduced ourselves. It seemed we would have very nice dorm mates and my mind began to relax as the stress of moving into a dorm had eaten at me, but I had not noticed due to my relationship with Brent occupying most of my thoughts. Amber said good bye and told us we must visit her and her sister at their off campus apartment. I acted enthusiastic, but didn't think I would ever go. It's one thing to know someone else had been sexually involved with Brent, it was something else to actually hang around with them. I was curious as to how they could afford to live off campus, but I knew her mother was in real estate and I figured she must have stepped up for them.

Trisha and I hopped in truck and went to a big box store where I bought us a small microwave, as well as popcorn and other microwavable foods, plus some drinks to stock the fridge. While out I stopped at a drugstore to get my needed supplies for the evening after making an excuse that I had to pick up a prescription , and these I left in the truck. I saw a clean looking small hotel on the way and was reassured by the vacancy sign that Brent and I would have space to share our love that night. Since it was late afternoon and I hadn't heard from Brent, nor had an opportunity to call him, I figured when we got back to the dorm I would give him a shout. I had a hard time parking as the lot had filled with cars, so Trish and I had to walk through about 5 rows of vehicles, carrying the microwave, drinks and sundries. 




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 11



So, in the last chapter we finally arrived at Brent's big fuck up. If you haven't read the previous 10 chapters, you probably should, or you will have no idea what is going on. I haven't as yet gotten a lot of feedback since Chapter 8, so there's not much to say here. Sorry for the delays in getting this out, but as I've said before, life has been busy. I'm still working on spelling and punctuation. I noticed just now in the Chapter 10 that I used the word "heel" when I meant "heal", and obviously spell check wouldn't catch that, but if I correct it now it will put off publishing by another four days. (note, just now I had to go back and correct some punctuation as chapter 10 was rejected as they apparently don't like that sometimes I put punctuation outside the quotation marks, or ignoring it altogether in the style of e.e. cummings and T.S. Eliot. I imagine my Twainesque occasional disregard of spelling contrivances is an irritant as well. So its going to be another 4 days anyway, but I couldn't find the heel/heal error again so it is still there. Ha! First world anarchy strikes again!)

Remember, all the names have been changed. 

As always if you want to skip the the nasty part, well, I'm not sure where that will happen in this chapter. We have a lot of ground to cover. But if you want to see how the story ends, just jump to the last page. I wouldn't recommend that though as you'll miss the nasty parts. 

Finally, thanks for reading my story and the feedback, comments and emails I have gotten. I realize I can be wordy, and to a lot I don't write enough sex scenes to cover so many pages. That said, its how I write and I don't pretend its for everyone. I think that's it for this prologue, and I'm really just putting off the inevitable pain of recalling the events of the next few pages anyway. 

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I made it back to my campus and dorm in record slow time. What usually took me just over an hour took closer to four this trip as I pulled over and wept at every other exit. My heart was broken, my body was in physical pain from my sorrow alone, and my soul felt empty and dead. Before we dated, literally minutes before, Brent had told me I couldn't know if I could trust him but that I could have faith that he loved me. Just a couple weeks before, when Carolyn caught Steve with the same whore, I remember thinking that I would never have to worry about that with Brent. How stupid could I have been? I had learned to trust him fast, within days of our romance beginning, and had faith in his love since before them. In one moment he had destroyed both, and destroyed me. 

I entered the lobby and several girls I knew from the dorm and class were there waiting for rides to pick them up and take them home. Some saw me and could tell something was wrong, but I waved off any conversation and ran up the stairs to my room. I entered the common area of my room and those it adjoined just as Trisha was leaving to go home for the weekend with her father. Well, at least I could be alone. 

"I thought you were going to your pare.... whats wrong?" She said, changing her sentence to a question upon seeing my bloodshot eyes and smeared mascara. 

"Brent cheated" I gasped.

"Oh no honey, he wouldn't do that, its got to be a mistake or,"

"I caught him." I cried as I pushed against the door she had just locked.

"Slow down Miss Jessica," her father Tim said with his baritone voice. "Are you okay?"

"No, I hurt!"

"You want us to get you something, is there someone we need to call for you?" Tim asked, as softly as he could.

"No, I just need to be alone." I wept as I tried to get my key in the door.

"I'll stay, Daddy you go on, make sure the boys win tonight!" Trisha said. I remembered it was their home coming game and Tim would be there to coach.

"No, you go on with your dad. I just need to be alone. Okay?"

"You sure? I don't mind." Trisha said, with genuine understanding in her voice.

"Yes. I can't talk anymore." With that I opened the door and fell on the bed crying.

"Daddy, you go on. I can't leave her like this." I heard Trisha say.

"No!Go! I just want to be alone! Please!" I begged.

"Okay, but you call me later so I'll know you're all right. Promise?"

"Yes. Please leave me now. Please." I whimpered.

Finally she shut the door and I was in the privacy I craved. I don't know how long I lay there, crying in my pillow, but at some point I curled up in a fetal position on the bed. Although drained physically and emotionally, I couldn't sleep as I was wound too tight and was too upset. My phone never stopped ringing either and it was beginning to irk me. I finally looked at it to see a dozen or so messages from Brent, and twice as many texts. I deleted the messages without listening. I didn't want to hear some bullshit and didn't think I could stand to hear his voice. I didn't delete his texts as they didn't make any noise to bother me, but I didn't read them either. I just filed them away with all his others. There were a couple of calls from Allison, one from Carolyn and three from Sarah, or "The Brat" as I was now calling her. These I would need to return, 

First Allison. I rang her number and she answered on the first ring. 

"Jessica! Are you okay?"

"No" was all I could say. For some reason just hearing that question caused me to hurt again.

"Look, Brent called and told me what happened. When you get here you two need to talk, I know you're upset but he has an explaina..." was all she got out before I interrupted.

"There is no explanation! I know what I saw! I don't want to talk to him, or talk about him. And I'm not coming home, I'm staying here!" I said, almost shouting.

"Jessica!"

"No! I don't want to talk about it! I'm staying here, I talk to you later," and as I was about to hang up thought to add "I love you."

"We love you too" I heard as I hit the red bar to end the call. 

Since I had already called Allison I knew the Brat would be offended if I didn't call her next, so I pulled her up in contacts and hit call. 

"Hey sis! Are you okay?"

"Hey Brat, how are you?"

"I'm worried."

"Don't be. Its not a problem for you."

"Yes it is! Whatever he did to hurt you hurts me too!" With hearing that I was glad at least someone had my back, although it depressed me to think Brat was hurting emotionally after all the heartbreak and havoc her young life had already shown her.

"Sarah, remember when you were at group home and felt like nobody in the world cared and how bad that hurt?"

"Yeah."

"That's how I feel right now."

"But I care about you, Dr Ron and Allison care about you!"

"I know, but, I mean, the hurt is kinda the same. Only worse. I don't really want to talk about it 'cause it make it hurt worse." I tried to gently explain.

"I thought we could talk about anything?" she asked, showing her immaturity to such matters.

"We can, just not that, not now anyway. Maybe sometime. Okay? How was school?

"Okay. I got your back. Brent is a dick. School was okay, I'm doing better in math now, I think. Remember when you told me the equal sign was like a scale and everything on the right was just a different way of saying everything on the left?"

"Yeah"

"Well that helped a lot. Thanks!"

"You're welcome. Brent is a.... a lot better at math than I am, he can help you more I bet." I stammered as I said his name and the hurt that was gone for a few moments returned.

"I'm not speaking to him."

"What? Don't be like that."

"I mean it! He hurt you and I'm not speaking to him. Ever!" Sarah shouted and I heard Ron in the background scolding her.

"You don't have to do that. Its me that isn't speaking to him."

"Then its me too. Sisters before misters."

"Where in the world did you hear that?" I laughed for the first time in hours.

"The home."

"Oh. Yeah, well,, look. Ron and Allison are great and they are going to take great care of you. So be nice around there and listen to them, okay?"

"Okay. When are you coming home?"

"I... I don't really know where home is anymore. But..." I blubbered as I was crying again, "But you're always going to be my sister. Understand?" I gasped.

On the other end Brat was crying too. "Come home now! I miss you!"

"I can't, but I'll see you soon. I promise. I can't talk anymore right now, I need some cry time, okay?"

"I love you Sissy." She whimpered.

"I love you too Brat." I cried, and could talk no more.

I crawled back into bed. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew I couldn't talk anymore right now. I probably lay there for another hour, and my phone vibrated several times until I eventually got up and checked it again. Shit. Carolyn had called again twice more and Allison had called as well. Carolyn had left messages that she was worried, and Allison had left none.

I called Carolyn back as I had already talked to Allison once.

"Jessica! Where are you?" She shouted into the phone.

"I'm at my dorm. I'm okay. Thanks for calling but I can't talk about it right now."

"I understand, I'm on my way."

"What? You don't have to come here, and you don't have a car anyway."

"I'm driving Steve's. He owes me."

"I don't want to talk about it, please, just go home. Please." I begged.

"Okay we won't talk about it. But I'm not leaving you alone. I'll be there in just a bit."

"Carolyn!" was all I got out before she interrupted me.

"Jessie, two weeks ago I was ready to kill myself and if it hadn't been for you I would have probably tried. If you think I'm going to leave my best friend alone when she's hurting at least that bad, then you're fucking stupid. I'll be there in a bit."

"I'm not going to kill myself. I would never do that for a man. And you don't know where my dorm is. So please, you don't have to come."

"Jessie, shut up. You know full well I would be able to beat out of that asshole where your dorm is. I'm almost there. I'm not leaving you alone. I won't talk if you don't want, I won't say a thing, but I'm not leaving you alone. Do you understand? Wait, I don't care if you understand, I'm just not going to do it." And then she hung up.

True to her word, in just under a half hour or so she knocked at my door. As I opened it she swept in and hugged me, and I broke down and cried on her while she told me it would all be alright and I would get through this. No other girl, or person, had ever offered me this sort of solace, and I poured my pain out onto her, not through words, just through an unspoken understanding between girls who's hearts had been broken.

We stood there for I don't know how long until I broke the embrace. I was light headed from crying and needed to lay down again, so I walked back to my bed and lay on my side looking towards her. 

"Give me your phone." Carolyn said as it vibrated again.

I handed it to her as it was more than I can deal with anyway.

"Okay, I know Allison and Ron, who else would you be willing for me to answer for you?"

"Uh"

"I'm going to be your operator while you get some sleep. I'm not going to talk to that shit head, or anyone else you don't want, but you need sleep, not a damn phone keeping you awake with well meaning people who are just rubbing salt right now."

"Okay." I surrendered. "Trisha, I told her I would call, and Sarah if she calls."

"Right, who is Trisha, is she on here?"

"Roomie. Yeah, should be in contacts."

She searched through my contacts until she found her and hit send. 

"Hey, no, I'm her friend Carolyn. Yeah, she's fine. I'm going to stay with her. No, you don't have to come back, I got this. Yeah, okay, will do."

"She says she's sorry you're down and wants you to feel better and she'll be back next Sunday."

That reminded me that Fall break was beginning. Shit. I wasn't going to go home, so I figured I would just stay here for the week. No place else to go.

"Drink this." Carolyn demanded, handing me a sports drink.

"No, I'm not thirsty."

"Drink it, you need the potassium or you'll start cramping. You've cried too much. Now do as you're told." she smiled.

"You ever think about changing majors to nursing?" I asked as I opened the bottle and surprised myself by gulping it all down. 

"No, I never really thought about it, shou...." Carolyn replied until I interrupted.

"Good, your bedside manner sucks." I grinned, then closed my eyes to try to rest.

"Humph. Cute. Look, I might be bossy, but I'm here if you need anything, and I'm going to take care of you."

"You really don't have to, I'm fine."

"Jessie, you've already told me that lie so shut the fuck up. You took me home and took care of me. If I could take you to my mom and dad's in Ohio I would, but I can't. So I'm staying here with you, as long as it takes. Now, I'm going to call your folks and let them know I'm here. Do you want them to come see you or not?"

"Oh, I'd love.... wait, no. They would bring him so we could talk. No. I don't... what should I do?" I asked, crying again.

"I'll take care of it." she said, then stepped into the common room. All my dorm neighbors had left for the week by this time, so she could talk there with some privacy, but she left the door open so I could hear.

"Hey, no, this is Carolyn, How are you? Yeah, I heard, I'm here with her now. Yeah, at her dorm. No, she's needs to rest, but I will have her call in the morning. I'm not going anywhere. No, she doesn't want to talk to him. No, I don't either and I'm not going to relay his messages. When she's ready he can man up and talk himself. Anything he had to say right now would just make things worse. Yes, you have my number? Or you can call on hers, I'm going to be answering her phone for her for a while, but just you and your husband, and someone named Sarah. Oh! That's her new sister! Okay, I didn't see her in Jessie's contacts. Brat. Found it. She's in contacts under 'The Brat.' Okay, could you do me a favor? Every one there has been calling her over and over, and I know you're all worried, but please stop for now, she needs to rest. And she doesn't want anyone to come up because you might bring him and she doesn't want to see him right now anymore than she wants to talk to him. So could you ask everyone to stop calling for the night, I'm here and Jessie's safe. We're going to turn her phone off until morning. I'm not leaving. What? Sure, put her on." There was a brief pause, then Carolyn continued. "Hey, I looked for your number, I didn't know it was saved under 'The Brat', Yeah, I'm going to take care of her, don't worry. I know, I'll tell her, and she loves you too. What? No, I can't approve of that. Okay, I'll tell her. I'm sure she feel more like talking tomorrow. Okay, good night."

"What did Brat say?" I asked, too curious to not know.

"Oh that she loves you and misses you."

"What else?"

"Nothing."

"Oh she said something you said you couldn't approve of."

"Um, that she was going to kick someone in the nuts?" Carolyn said, suppressing a laugh, "Then Ron started,well, scolding her and she said she loved you again."

"I've spent two weekends with her and she's so lonely she already loves me. And I love her too. Brat's awesome."

"Its late Jessie, you need to sleep now, I'm turning your phone off until morning. Okay if I sleep in your roomie's bed?"

"Um, I wouldn't. No telling what you might catch."

"Is she sick or something?"

"No, but some of the people she brings over and her do some pretty sick things." I grinned.

I figured Carolyn would either go ahead and risk sleeping in Trisha's bed, or grab the spare blankets and pillows and sleep on the couch in the commons like I had before, but instead, she changed into PJ's, grabbed the spare pillow, and said "Move over."

"Uh, okay, is there enough room? You can take my bed and I can go to the couch." I said.

"Just move over, I'm not leaving you and you aren't sleeping on the couch. We'll just have a slumber party."

"I've never had a slumber party before." I said.

"You never had a slumber party? Where did you grow up?"

"In an orphanage most of the time, or at my mother's drunk ass boy friend du jour." I said as I slid over and she crawled into bed behind me.

"I,,, I never realized," she said, as she spooned me and wrapped her arm over me hugging me tight. "that must have been horrible."

"Sometimes I would get so lonely I would just cry myself to sleep at night. It was like there were six billion people in the world, all of them ambivalent to my existence. I guess in a way my mother did her best, but she just sucked at being a parent and life in general. But she was still my mom, and after the state took me to the home and her to jail, I didn't have anyone. I land at the Andersons', and that was the first time I had my own room, or my own anything. I had more than 3 changes of cloths and no one was screaming or drunk or smoking dope or cooking meth. And I had a big brother who loved me and...." That was as far as I got explaining how I felt now, because once I got to two years prior I broke down again. 

"Its gonna be alright. I'm right here" Carolyn said as she held me close and let me cry. She held me through the night and never left me as I visited the world of furtive sleep and nightmares. 

When I woke, Carolyn was no longer beside me. I had slept until about 10, which was way later than I normally did between 8:30 classes, a couple miles run, breakfast and getting ready, 10 was a good 4 or 5 hours late for me. Still, I was exhausted, but for the first few moments as I woke I had left my troubles in my dreams, then it all came crashing back as my mind remembered the events of the day before. 

"Hey sleepy head." Carolyn said, far too chipper in my opinion, but she was just trying to be cheerful.

"Hey. I thought you might have left."

"Nope, just taking a shower. There's no one here and plenty of hot water, you should too, then we'll run out for brunch. Okay?"

"You go ahead. I think I'm just going to go back to sleep now." I said, feeling that I wanted to be alone and didn't want to deal with the world, or be in it aside from my room at this point.

"You still don't get it do you? I'm not leaving you. If you don't want to have brunch, that's fine, we'll just stay here. But I'm not leaving you." Carolyn replied.

"That's really not necessary." I said. "I'm fine."

"No, you're nice and don't want to feel like you're imposing. Or you think that by being alone all your problems will somehow disappear because you cry so much. I don't care which because either way you're wrong. I'm not leaving until classes start back, so you better just give in and deal with the fact that you have to put up with me. Understand?"

I sat up and figured I would shower and do brunch and talk her into leaving then. "All right, I'll take a shower and we can have brunch or whatever, but then you should go. I'll be fine. Did you ever consider social work as a major?"

"No. I don't like people that much. But I love you, and I'm not leaving you. Ya know why? Because when I felt like you do now, you didn't leave me. Now go get cleaned up and get that mascara off your face. You look hideous!" She grinned.

A glance in the mirror revealed she was right. I did look like an extra on the set of the "Deathly Hallows." In the shower I was able to mediate, but my thoughts brought me nothing but hurt and heart ache. I couldn't think clearly anyway, thoughts over lapped and ran together, I wondered if this was what madness felt like. I had no focus and everything, no matter how small and insignificant reminded me of Brent. And Brent reminded me of him cheating with that whore.

Out of the shower I dried my hair and pulled back, did light make up, just base, powder, shadow and a touch of mascara. I didn't fool with blush or liner or any of the sub coatings and moisturizing goops I do when I really wish to look good. I didn't care about looking good, I just didn't want to scare people. It was beginning to get cool, so I wore a sweater and jeans, as well as a light jacket. 




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 11



"I'm driving." Carolyn announced as I turned towards my truck in the parking lot. 

"I don't mind, we can take the truck. I don't want you to get into a wreck in Steve's car."

"You don't need to drive, and I can't drive a stick."

"I can teach you! Look, the parking lot's empty, lets do that when we get back!" I said, and this was the first thing that had brought me any happiness.

"Um, you sure? I mean, I have no idea how." Carolyn replied.

"It's no big deal, I can teach you. Come on, lets take the truck and I can explain it to you on the way."

"Deal!" she said, I think because she saw the faint glimmer of happiness in me for having the opportunity to be busy at something, even if it was teaching her to drive a stick.

I explained the clutch to her, as well as the shift pattern, before we even started the engine. Then I turned off the sound system, through which I usually kept my iPod quite loud, so she could listen to the engine and know when it was time to change gears.

We went to a local restaurant that was part of a national franchise and dined. There are few pleasures more decadent than an all you can eat breakfast buffet. The food was warm and satisfying, and afterward I was ready for a nap. Sleeping all day sounded nice in fact, and I think it did to Carolyn as well. Never the less when we got back I drove over to the lot beside the football stadium for her first lesson on driving a stick. Fortunately the team had an away game that Saturday so the lot was empty.

"Why are we here?" She asked.

"Not as much to run into." I grinned.

I left the truck running in neutral, then swapped seats with her. She was nervous as she could be, and asked a number of questions, the funniest, to me anyway, was "What's the little stick for?"

"That's the four wheel drive. You don't need to worry about that today, its for the advanced class. Okay, now push the clutch to the floor with your left foot. You will get a feel for where you can change gears at, but for now, go all the way to the floor. Okay, now put the stick in first, and press the gas as you let out the clutch."

The truck promptly lurched and died. 

"That's okay, it happens to everyone the first time."

"Jessie! I'm going to tear your truck up!"

"No you aren't, don't worry about that. You just let the clutch out too fast, let it out slower this time."

She then tried to restart the truck while it was in gear and without pressing the clutch. Well that worked just great. Maybe she will tear it up after all. 

"No hon, press the clutch when you start it." She listened and the engine turned over and ran. 

"Okay, its already in gear, so let the clutch out slowly, you'll get a feel for" and I was cut off as the truck lurched and died again.

"Jessie!" She pleaded.

"No. You're going to get this. You just forgot to give it some gas."

Her third time was a charm, although she ate a lot of clutch and over revved the motor, she got it going forward. Of course it stalled when she attempted to change to second too soon and too slowly, but we tried again and again, and soon enough she was driving a straight. Poorly, but well enough that if someone was dying... well, hopefully she would remember to call for an ambulance. 

"Okay, I've got this now. Why don't you take over and drive us back?" Carolyn asked, pretending to be confident so I would take over.

"Nah, you drive us back, you'll do fine." I'm not sure who was more stressed out by her driving us across campus, me or her. It wasn't an easy trip even though it was very short and by the time we arrived she had gotten some confidence in her skills, but she was a long way from being in NASCAR.

We went in and soon found we had nothing to do. As a result, the hurt began to return. 

"Anyone call?" I asked.

"Oh shit! Yes, you're supposed to call Allison and Sarah and Ron and some girl named Amber."

"Good news travels fast."

"Who's Amber?" She asked.

"Girl from home, goes here now. Probably wants to get Brent's number so she can fuck him."

"Oh Jessie, don't be so cynical. She probably just wanted to say hi." Carolyn said.

"No, she and this other girl Sandy were all about fucking him early this summer when we weren't telling anyone we were dating. I'm sure she's heard all about it by now. Like I said, news travels fast." I replied.

"Well, call your folks anyway."

I took the phone and found Allison's contact info, then hit send. It rang twice.

"Jessie! Thank god you called! I need to" and I hung up in tears. The bastard had answered her phone. I handed the phone, already ringing again back to Carolyn and lay face down on the pillow crying.

"Who is this? What did you do? No, she's all upset again, why would you do that you dumb ass? I don't give a shit, if you upset her again,... just,,, fuck you Brent Anderson!"

I was bawling into the pillows as all the pain and rage and heartbreak returned, when I heard Carolyn answer again. 

"Hello? Well that was dumb, No, with all due respect you listen. Do you think she's ever going to want to answer the phone when you call if she thinks he's going to be on the line? And do you think she's ever going to call you if she thinks he might answer? Well, do you see now what that stunt cost you? She was beginning to have a good day and you people... geez, I've got to take care of her. That was stupid."

Carolyn crawled into bed beside me and held me while I wept. Why was I being this emotional?I felt like a 12 year old whose crush had rejected her. Was I ever going to stop being a basket case? Carolyn was, I thought at that moment, the last person who cared, who put me first.

Then the phone rang again.

"Hello" she whispered. "Yes, but she can't talk now. No, your wife and son just upset her. Okay, I'll tell her. We'll call later."

"Ron?" I gasped.

"Yeah, he was apologizing and said it wouldn't happen again. Sounded like he was pretty pissed about it. Wanted me to tell you that you're his daughter no matter what and that he loves you."

"I love him too, he's such a good man."

Some how, between Carolyn's hugs and affirmations that I would be okay, I feel asleep again and slept until late in the afternoon. When I woke, Carolyn was still there beside me, her arm around me, spooning me with her face gently snoring in the back of my neck. It was incredibly intimate,without being sexual, if that makes sense, and I just lay there feeling warm and safe. 

Each of the common rooms has a phone, but unless you have a credit card or call collect, or dialing local it can only be used as an intercom for the RA to contact people. Since everyone had cell phones these days it was essentially only used as an intercom. And its ringing woke Carolyn up. 

"Must be the RA" I said, "I'll get it."

"No, I will, you rest." Carolyn replied.

"Hello? No, this is her friend, I'm staying with Jessie this week. Oh. Okay, I'll be right down, no don't let them up. Thanks."

"Whats going on?" I asked.

"Steve came by to pick up his car."

"Well if you need to ride back with him -" I said, but Carolyn sternly interrupted.

"Jessie, I'm not going anywhere further than downstairs. I'll be right back."

I thought it was dumb of Carolyn but I was too drained to argue with her. If she wanted to stay overnight again I could drive her home the next day or whenever she want..... it suddenly occurred to me that Steve couldn't have driven himself here as Carolyn had his car, and the only reason she would have left me to go downstairs was to keep whoever that was away. Brent was in the lobby I knew. And the crying started all over again. 

I heard some shouting in the lobby, but not much, and I couldn't' make out what was said, but it was clear that it was Carolyn and Steve's voice, then Beth the RA. Then silence. 

A few moments later, Carolyn returned, and with her Beth. 

"Jessica, are you okay?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, just really um, emotional right now."

"Well I threw those two out, and if they come back I'm going to call security. They won't be bothering you okay?"

"Okay, um thanks. Was it him Carolyn?"

"Yeah. We had a few choice words."

"A few? Your friend here must have been a bouncer in a red neck bar at some point in her life." Beth said, then added "You call me if you need anything. Okay?"

"Okay" I blubbered.

I heard the door close and Carolyn crawled into bed beside me. She had thoughtfully brought a box of tissues so I could blow my nose, and kept repeating things like "That's okay, you cry all you want, you cry all you need to." I finally lay down on my back and stared at the ceiling. 

I caught my breath resting like that for a few minutes, then said "I need to call the Brat."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, she's about as shook up as I am. I don't want her to worry."

Carolyn found her number in contacts and hit send, but didn't hand the phone to me. "Hey Sarah, no, this is Carolyn, but she's right here and she wants to talk to you." Only once she was sure that Sarah was on the phone would she give it to me.

"Hey Brat, what you doing?" I asked, and we talked for nearly an hour about everything in the world except Brent, boys, men, love and romance. Carolyn busied herself in the mean time by making her own calls to her family, as well as a few girlfriends from her campus that might be wondering where she was. 

Once I was off the phone I handed it back to her and lay staring at the ceiling again. 

"How do they do it? How do they hurt us so bad?" I asked Carolyn.

"I wish I knew Jessie. Your guy is just stupid. He has the most wonderful, beautiful woman I've ever known, and she adores him, and he throws all that away on a whore. It just doesn't make sense to me."

"I guess he just felt she was prettier, or sexier, or something."

"Oh bullshit."

"No, he thinks she's better or he wouldn't of" I said, tears again welling up as I threw my little pity party.

"Jessie, not even he is that stupid. You're way hotter than her, and prettier, and, well sexier too. You remember when we first met, I said if we hung out anymore I might have gone gay and everyone laughed? Well, I wasn't entirely joking."

"Um, what?"

"Oh, well, I mean, I'm straight, but when I look at you it makes me think I would experiment." she giggled.

"Uh"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Now you're going to wonder about me. I'm straight! I promise. You know how girls at bars kiss each other when guys dare them? I've never even done that."

"Uh me either?" I said, not sure what to say under the circumstance. Her confession wasn't what was bothering me. What was bothering me was that it made me a little excited, and I had no idea where that feeling was coming from. Perhaps just a desire to share intimacy with someone I cared about, or perhaps Trisha's constant romps and my withdraw symptoms from Brent were screwing with my libido. 

"Let's make a promise" I finally said as I rolled on my side to face her and extended my pinky towards Carolyn, "If we ever go gay it will be with each other!" I smiled.

She turned to face me, hooked her pinky into mine, smiled, and said "I like it when you're being silly."

Our faces were inches apart, and her lips looked so wet and sweet and inviting....

"I'm not being silly" I whispered, and I leaned towards her and parted my lips. She responded in kind, and we kissed, tentatively at first, then with passion. We did nothing more than kiss for the longest time but kissing Carolyn was different than Brent or anyone else. It was somehow softer and less rushed. She didn't try so hard to probe my mouth with her tongue or squeeze me tight against her, but these differences made it all the more hotter. My hand eventually found its way to her breast, which I tentatively gave a gentle stroke causing her to moan ever so softly. Soon our hands were exploring each others bodies through our cloths, but neither of us made any effort touch each other down there. My body was flush with sexual excitement and my pussy was burning hot. 

"Do you want to take your cloths off?"

"Yes, if you do."

"I do."

That was the extent of our conversation as we both began to disrobe. We paused as our bras came off to both lock the door and more fully explore each others breasts. Carolyn's were soft, warm and delicious. My tongue and lips suckled her nipples. It was a new experience for both of us. And each of us moaned our approval. Even though Brent had always been gentle with my tits, Carolyn's touch was that of person who could experience the same feelings, and her knowing touch aroused me to new heights. As hot as my pussy was before it was now molten, and I couldn't wait until Carolyn turned her attention below. I unclasped my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, then tugged them over my hips and to the floor. Carolyn smiled at me and did the same and then each of us removed our panties until we were naked. Carolyn was shorter than me, but had an amazing body. Where I kept myself shaved bare for Brent, she had a cute little tuft of hair trimmed into a little triangle, but the sides were smoothly waxed.

"You're so beautiful." I whispered.

"You're the beautiful one. I wish I was as tall as you and had your butt!" She giggled.

"You're butt is awesome, you just can't see it 'cause its behind you." I grinned as I reached behind her, cupped her ass cheek in my hand and with the other pulled her tight and kissed her again.

We sat back on the bed and I pulled her on top of me as we kissed. Her thigh connected with my pussy as it oozed its cream onto her. I moaned and closed my eyes as it felt like a gigantic cock trying to enter me. I slid my hand down her taunt abs and for the first time felt a pussy other than my own. She was soaking wet and my fingers slid between her lips and found her clit, but unlike a guy, I explored the whole exterior and saved the clit for last. I touched her as I wanted to be touched, all the while our lips continued to explore each others mouths, necks, and breasts. Her thigh was barely making contact with me, but I began to grind my pussy against it unconsciously. We stayed like this for quite a while, but neither of us was going to achieve the orgasms we so desperately needed, her because of her awkward position, and I because of the minimal contact. Of course the whole thing was new and a bit frightening as well as emotionally confusing, so that didn't help either.

I was now circling her clit with my fingertips and my hand was drenched in her juice. I decided it was time for me to take my next step into the pool of bisexuality.

"Carolyn" I said as I continued to finger her hot spot.

"Yes?" She moaned.

"I want to eat you. Can I eat you?" I asked.

Carolyn stopped and opened her eyes, apparently startled at my request.

"I've never done that before." She said, then closed her eyes as my fingertips continued to circle her stiff little clit.

"Me neither, this is all new to me." I smiled.

"No. I mean, I've never had anyone do that." she groaned.

"What? You mean Steve doesn't?"

"No, and he's my first and only guy. We ugggggh, started going out my first week on campus and mmmmmrrrrph,,, he, doesn't do... urrrmmmgh that. And. I uuuurrrrrgggh never been with anyone else." She finally gasped out as it was clear she was close to cumming.

I stopped my attentions to her pussy with my hand, and gently nudged her off me so she was laying on her back. Her pussy was amazing. I had always thought things down there were gross, but she was beautiful. It was just a pink little slit, that started an inch or so above her butt and never parted. It was soaking wet and her entire mound glowed. Her clit was erect and poking from between her lips at the top. I leaned forward and tentatively kissed her mound, right at the bottom of that cute little triangle of hair. Her aroma was sensuous and intoxicating, but I was nervous and working hard to overcome doubts about what I was doing. I knew I was straight, I loved Brent, and I loved his cock, but I wanted to kiss her pussy and make her cum.

Finally, after what must have seemed like hours to my horny friend, I moved down just a bit and kissed her clit, then licked it just a bit to see if the taste was okay. She moaned her approval, and her taste was divine. A little tangy, perhaps a bit tart, but creamy and delicious.

It was time to go all in. I removed my mouth from her clit, extended my tongue and placed the tip at the very bottom of her pussy on the flesh by her asshole, then slowly dragged it up the middle of her pussy scooping up the moisture that was pouring from her. I licked up one lip and down the other and she began thrusting her hips against me. My tongue missed a few times because of this I hit her bottom and nearly entered her asshole with the tip, but instead of grossing me out as similar acts had with Brent, it didn't bother me with her for some reason. I pushed her thighs up to give me better access to her backside and took the opportunity to draw daisies around her tight anus. The taste here was different, but not unpleasant until I realized it was probably from her ass. Okay, that was gross, but as long as I didn't think about it I could get by. Apparently this was something else Steve didn't do as Carolyn enjoyed it so much she pulled her cheeks apart to give me better access to her posterior. With this tacit permission I attacked it with vigor, swirling my tongue around it and stabbing the tip of my tongue into her rectum.

This was all rather enjoyable and it was fun to tease Carolyn to ever dizzying heights of arousal, but it was time for her to cum. I returned to her hot pink slit and licked it like a kitten lapping up milk. Soon she was bucking her hips against my face and I was sucking on her clit gently while my wet tongue circled it. 

She groaned, lifted her hips from the bed as her body went tense all over, then fell back to the bed and came. She didn't squirt into my mouth as I had secretly hoped, but her taste changed a bit, perhaps more peppery, and I lapped up her generous fuck juice as it oozed from her. Each lick took me back to her clit which I gently circled with my tongue as she moaned her approval. Finally her breathing returned to almost normal and I slid back up her body, stopping to kiss her still erect nipples, then up her neck slowly until my lips reached her mouth. We kissed and shared her lingering secretions that were on my lips and in my mouth.

I lay beside her, now wondering what all this had meant. 

"Jessie?"

"Yes?"

"I don't know what to,, well, I, I don't think I could be in a romantic relationship with a girl." She stammered.

"Me either. I think this is a one time thing." I said, trying to reassure her that I had no expectations beyond the moment. I had caught Brent cheating only the day before and was an emotional wreck. That was the only explanation for what I had just done with Carolyn.

"No! I mean, I, uh, I don't want it to be a one time thing either." Carolyn replied.

I rolled towards her and looked in her eyes. "Don't be as confusing as a guy." I joked.

"I mean... I guess, I guess I'm bi when it comes to you. Does that make sense?"

"I think we're either bi or we're not Carolyn." I smiled, although I wasn't totally comfortable with all this either.

"Well, can we be occasionally bi?"

"Oh, so like when neither of us has a guy we're bi? You want me to be your booty call?" I laughed.

"No!" She said as she reached between my legs and began slowly massaging my pussy, making me moan. "I mean, I love Steve, and if he would ever stop cheating I would marry him, but I think I want to be with you too, maybe not all the time, but I want the option to be open. Does that make sense?"

"No. You deserve so much better than him." I moaned as her talented hands began to push me over the edge.

"I know. He's awful, but I can't help what my heart tells me. I'm pathetic. When you're in love you do stupid things. I wish I had stopped loving him the first time he cheated, like you did Brent."




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 11



I hadn't thought of Brent in a half hour or so, not since we were disrobing. Except when I was going down on her. And tongue fucking her ass. And several other times when I compared things to things he and I had done. I thought back to those moments and the thoughts I had then and realized something.

"I haven't stopped loving him. He hurt me so bad because I love him so much." I gasped as her fingers found their rhythm. 

"Lets talk about that later." Carolyn said, before adding "Can I kiss you there too? I don't know how, but I'll try."

"YES! You can't do wrong, just think about what feellllllssss goodduhhhhh to you and.... do that." I gasped as her fingers hit all the right places with just the right pressure and motion.

Carolyn knelt at the foot board of the bed as I spread my legs and let her have access. She bent forward and was soon eating me in much the same way I had her, but she added a few innovations of her own. Soon enough I was about to cum. She did lightly poke at my ass with her tongue but her heart wasn't in it and quickly returned to licking my slit. Just as I was about to go over the edge, Carolyn began to lightly suck on my swollen clit and electricity flew thorough out me. Then a finger entered, followed soon by another and Carolyn probed my vag as she licked and sucked my clit. 

I went over the edge and came all over her hand and face. I bucked my hips toward the sky and convulsed as she continued to probe and lick me. At some point I grabbed her head and forced it down on my clit and she increased the pressure of her attentions accordingly as I came again and again. 

Finally my orgasm subsided, although it didn't really stop then, just slowed enough for me to return to my senses. My body was flushed with sexual relief and I was relaxed all over. Carolyn stopped and returned to laying beside me. She massaged my breasts as my breathing slowed. 

"I wish you had a dick so I could suck it." She said.

"I wish I had a dick so you could suck it!" I replied, then added, "Then so I could fuck the shit out of you!"

We both laughed , then Carolyn said, "I mean it. I think I could do without Steve except for his dick. I love it when its all hard and I suck it all down until my nose hits him."

"Wait. You can get him all in you when he's hard? In your mouth, or throat, really?"

"Well yeah. Why?"

"That's amazing. When he's hard I can only get maybe a third of Brent down."

"Its not that difficult."

"Yes it is! One time I laid on my back and hung my head over the bed and I still couldn't get it all down."

"I've never had to do that. I mean, it's like getting a hot dog in my mouth, but thicker, you know? Like may be a kielbasa?" Carolyn giggled.

"Wait. How long is he?" I asked.

"I don't know, we never measured. Like I said, about this big." Carolyn held her fingertips five inches or so apart.

" Like five inches?"

"Yeah. I guess. Maybe six, or not quite that big. I don't know. Why?"

"Carolyn, we need to get you a real dick."

"What!"

I held out my hands to estimate the length. "Brent's is about like this hard, and about as thick as, I don't know, a plantain?"

"Really? No way!" She exclaimed.

"Um, yeah! Geez, you need to dump Steve. Especially if he keeps cheating on you. Haven't you ever seen any porn on the internet?"

"Jessie, I just got back together with him! I can't just dump him now. And well, I've seen some porn, but I didn't think those guys were normal. I mean, I think some of them use a prosthetic."

"Uh, no. I mean, I don't know about others, but my experience has been that it should be longer than a Vienna sausage when its hard. We need to find you a dick!" I grinned.

"Could be. Apparently there is a whole lot I don't know. I guess I'm not as tough as you Jessie. I mean, I know you've been shook up, but I'm amazed that someone who was so in love last week could have the self control to just stop loving like that."

"I haven't." I again confessed.

"You really still love him?"

"Yes. I'm mad, stupid, crazy in love with him. That's why it hurts so bad." I replied.

"Well, I guess the next step is deciding if he's worth it or not, and if he is, how are we going to get you two back together?"

"I don't know, and if we did, I'm not sure it would be the same. The thought of him doing things with her..." My voice tapered off as I felt the hurt returning.

"Hey! She's just a whore, forget about her. If you want him, no one can stop you from having him. If you don't, then you've already shown you can live without him. So don't let him hurt you anymore. But." Carolyn abruptly stopped.

"But what?"

"But sooner or later you'll have to talk to him to find out what you have, and what you don't, and what you want."

"I'm not ready for that yet." I confessed.

"I know. And I'm going to be here a week anyway, so lets just hang out and have fun with no worries. And if you want to talk about it, we can. And if you don't, well, uh, as I said earlier, I don't want this to be a one time thing." Carolyn concluded by again kissing me deeply as I returned her affections. I was comfortable in sharing our bodies and our sexuality together, if only for the time being. I knew I could never be with another woman full time, but Carolyn was special, and she made me feel alive again after Brent had left me for dead as an emotional husk. 

We made love all night, and the morning brought a new, and better day.

We slept late again, but classes were out for a week and it was only Sunday. We didn't talk about our night together, but the smiles we showed each other told that we have each reaffirmed our right to happiness together. We didn't avoid it either, there was just no reason to talk about it. We were there for each other. Carolyn was taking care of me, just as she had promised, even my most intimate needs, that being to share affection with another. I in turn was giving her the courage to finally dump Steve after all the cheating he had done, but she still wasn't ready. As it turned out, Jennifer the Pageant Whore was only the most recent of several flings he had. 

I really was beginning to hate that creep.

We decided to do brunch again then settle in to study and do homework all afternoon. Once school started back it was only two weeks and then finals week, then we would be out starting the second week of December. I was fortunate in that three of my classes had essay papers to turn in as finals and those could be done at any time, while the remaining two only required a comprehensive test if the student was unsatisfied with their current grade. I had A's in both, and had no plans to risk a final in either. So it was that I gathered up my materials to go work in the library, and Carolyn hers. 

Carolyn was finishing the last of her engineering classes. She was in her third year, and had another year of general core studies, but her most difficult classes were at an end. I was scared of math, she was scared of history, sociology and art. Our fears and strengths complimented each other, but at present there was nothing we could work on together. That said, it was going to be nice to have her working along side me, and the school work would keep my mind from Brent. And his tramp slut Jennifer the pageant whore.

But of course, no plan survives contact.... As we were about to leave for the library, the dorm phone rang. Carolyn answered, still protecting me from the outside world.

"Hello? Yes, this is Carolyn, yep, still here. Oh? Who? What does he look like? And her? Anyone else? No, we'll be right down. No, it will be fine I'm sure."

Carolyn hung up and said "You have company downstairs."

"Brent again?" I asked as my stomach went sour and my heart rate increased.

"Nope. This time you'll want to see them." she smiled.

Carolyn wouldn't give me a hint, as we rode the elevator, and so I was nervous when it opened.

"Sissy!" Brat shouted as she ran and threw her arms around my neck and I hugged her and never wanted to let go.

"Brat! Its so wonderful to see you!" I opened my eyes and saw Ron in the lobby smiling. "Thank you" I silently mouthed to him as tears of joy filled my eyes.

"She demanded that I bring her to see you." Ron smiled.

"Oh? And what were you going to do if Ron wouldn't bring you?" I asked.

"Steal his car?" she grinned.

"Brat! You don't even joke like that!"

"I missed you." She whined.

"I missed you too. So much it hurt." I said as I sat down on one of the sofas in the lobby.

Brat immediately crawled on my lap, and even though her knee hurt as it touched my stomach, I couldn't complain. Just holding her brought me immeasurable joy for some reason. My stomach had been tender for a couple days anyway, I figured from all the crying, but it could be that my period should start anytime as well. I was on day four of the iron supplement, but wrote my tardiness off to all the stress. 

"Were you guys heading out?" Ron asked.

"Just to brunch, then the library. Care to join us?" Carolyn asked.

"We'd love to. Hope you haven't made plans for the afternoon Jessie, Miss Sarah plans to occupy your day if that's alright. I've got a thing in the city this afternoon and she was hoping to stay with you."

"Oh, I would love that! You want to see campus Sarah?"

"Whatever you want to do!" She beamed.

"You're going to brunch with us aren't you Dr Anderson?" Carolyn asked.

"Wouldn't miss it." Ron replied.

"Great! That means Jessie won't try to teach me how to drive a straight again!" Carolyn laughed.

Brunch was great. Both Brat and Ron avoided mentioning Brent, but otherwise we caught up with what was going on in each others lives. Brat was particularly excited to learn that once my essays were written, edited and turned in classes were essentially over for me. She wanted me to write them this week and turn them in Monday so I could then come home and hang out with her. She even volunteered to lay out of school all week to help me, but both Ron and I vetoed this idea. 

"Why don't you want to go to school? I asked.

"I do! I just want to see you more!" She declared. 

"Well, we're going to see plenty of each other, no matter what."

"Promise?"

"Yep, I promise."

"What about...." she said, without saying his name.

"Brat, that's not for you to worry about. I made a promise to you and I'm going to keep it. That I don't know how yet doesn't matter, so don't worry about it. If I have to hurt a little it will be worth it to hang out with my sister." I said, and although my voice shook a couple places, I meant it.

"I don't want you to hurt." She whimpered.

"You let me worry about that. Now, tell me how math is going."

Ron dropped us back off after brunch and we spent a couple hours just walking around campus pointing out the sights, what few there were, to Brat. We finally made it to the library and she was amazed that one building could hold so many books. While Carolyn took a nearby table to study, Brat and I combed the children section, which was there for education majors, as well as any children that stopped in I suppose, and found books to read to each other. She went through some rudimentary children's books she knew from maybe fourth grade, and it was clear she hadn't been reading other than her school assignments in some time. Okay, it was up to me then to teach her the joys of reading for fun. I found the first Harry Potter story, The Sorcerer's Stone (I know, in the UK and else where its called the Philosopher's Stone but we live in the American south. We invented BBQ, Blues, Rock and Roll, Country, and Soul, and if we want to call it a Sorcerer's Stone we will. Deal with it) and began reading aloud to her. Only Carolyn was on this floor of the library with us, and she didn't mind the noise. After a few chapters Brat and I took turns reading as she became as engrossed in the story as I had at about her age. We read the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening when my phone vibrated. Ron was apparently back and ready to pick the Brat up. 

"Shit. I wanted to see how it ended." she said.

"Don't use words like that." I gently scolded her.

"You do." She smirked.

"Well, don't use them all the time. They lose their effect if you do. Save them for when you're really pissed." I grinned.

"I am pissed! I don't know how it ends, and I've got to leave Sissy and I don't know when I'm going to see you again!"

"We've been over that Brat! Now, lets hurry to the dorm, I have a present for you there." I said, as I left the book on the table.

"Don't you have to put it back?"

"No, here they prefer the librarians do so its sure to go to the right place. You know, there's a library back home too, Allison will take you there if you ask."

"I want you to take me." She replied.

"I will too. You aren't going to run out of books to read anytime soon."

Brat, Carolyn and I hurried back to the dorm and arrived just as Ron did. It was dark now, and beginning to get cold. Ron was ready to go, but I made him come in so I could show Brat my room and give her the present I had promised. Ron tagged along without protest as he hadn't seen my room either I think. 

My room was basically clean, thankfully.

Brat complained that it was small, and I told her folks weren't supposed to live in dorm rooms forever, just while they were in school. She still thought it was small. 

I reached onto the small book shelf and took down two of my books that I had brought from home. 

"Here, I want you to have these." I said as I handed her my copies of Sorcerer's Stone and Chamber of Secrets.

"Jessie! Oh thank you!" She cried.

"When you get done with those, I will bring you the next two. Okay?"

"Okay! I will read them this week!"

"All right, but make sure you read them! I can tell if you have just watched the movies, they're different!"

"I will, thank you so much!" We hugged again and it made me sad to see her have to go. Ron was full of hugs now too, and slipped me a few hundred dollars to "tide me over, just in case." He already deposited money in my account every month so I felt awkward taking more, but like Allison, when I protested he just replied "I can't take it with me and I'm not leaving it to you!"

Carolyn and I walked them to the Lexus, where more hugs and kisses were exchanged, then Ron and Brat both thanked Carolyn for taking such good care of me. She blushed at this, but truly she was a life saver I believed. 

The rest of the week was dedicated to study and figuring out our relationships, not just with Brent and Steve, but with each other. In the end, we decided more or less that our relationship wasn't definable. In some senses we were lovers, but mostly we were just best friends who had crossed a line into sexuality that neither wished to cross back from. So, moving forward we would have to find a way to be available emotionally always, and physically sometimes, for each other. What made me feel odd was that I was attracted to no other women, just Carolyn, and she said she felt the same way. Oh well, I wasn't going to try to figure it out, I just enjoyed it. Carolyn was really hot.

On the Brent front, Carolyn had helped me to decide to try to take Brent back, but not until school was out. My marriage was put off, perhaps indefinitely, but I did like the idea of being engaged, although clearly that brought no security. I guess it just helped me validate my anger, which is what my hurt had become over the week. I wasn't aching anymore, although physically I was still hurting from all the tears and crying. My tummy ached most of the time and I still felt ill, but now I was just pissed off that the bastard had cheated. I still hadn't spoken to him, although I was speaking to Allison again and had forgiven her for her failed effort at causing me to talk to him. 

Saturday I drove Carolyn back to Tech, but she had figured out this would be her last three weeks there for awhile. We had concocted a plan whereby she would move to my school for the spring and summer semesters, then return to Tech to graduate the following fall on schedule as she couldn't obtain a degree in engineering from mine. We would room together and just generally be happy, plus we could take a lot of the same classes as I would be taking my core classes and she had skipped hers and now had to take a bunch to graduate. The credits would transfer with no problems, so it worked out quite nicely. As I had finished my papers I had no more studying to do, and in that week also decided to major in History and eventually teach high school. 

We stopped in the city for dinner along the way, and the world turned again.

We went to a chain restaurant known for southern cooking and for long waits for a table which causes the customers to stay in a large country gift shop selling all manner of southern touristy crap. I'm not giving specific names but if you live in the south you know the one I'm talking of. We approached the hostess station and two things happened, pretty much at the same time. Carolyn's phone rang with a call from Steve on the line, and my biological mother looked up from the lectern and asked how many in our party before she recognized me.

Carolyn talked on the phone, her voice steadily getting angrier, but I didn't hear a word she said. 

"Jessica?" my mother asked.

"Yes. Donna? Mom?" I replied.

She came around the lectern, wiped her hands on her brown apron and threw her arms around me.

"I thought I would never see you again." She gasped as she began crying.

I didn't really want to hug her back, I hadn't seen her in nearly three years, and the last memory I clearly had regarding her was being told that she would be going to jail for prostitution. Never the less with everyone staring at us I had little choice but to gingerly place my arms around her while she pressed her face to my chest and cried.

"Donna!" a guy in an ugly tie said loudly behind her.

"Oh, I'm sorry Embry, this is my daughter, I haven't seen her in forever!" she said.

"Okay, well, Karen will take over. Why don't you two go catch up for a few minutes." he smiled.

I didn't really want to catch up either, but I wasn't cruel enough to embarrass her, especially since she was actually working a real job.

The last several years had not been particularly kind. She had gained both weight and wrinkles, her once auburn hair was now bleach blonde and this caused me to almost not recognize her. Still, she had been so scrawny from all the drinking and dope the weight gain was probably healthy, and she didn't look bad for a woman in her late thirties. Geez, she was my age when she had me, that meant she was only 36 or so now. She looked older, but healthier, than I remembered her.

She hooked her arm into mine and led me to a table on the far side of the place. Carolyn came along but looked like a zombie. She was holding the phone to her ear with her mouth open and a look of shock on her face. Tears were clearly welling up in her eyes and her face was ashen. The table was away from the crowd and the staff, which was good.

"Let me look at you!" my mother said.

"No. I don't want you to look at me. I'm not even sure I want to talk to you. You did all you could to ruin my life, don't act like you give a shit now. Carolyn are you all right?" I said to my mother and asked my best friend.

"Jessie, please, can I talk to you for just a minute?" my mother pleaded.

"Why? What could you say? That you're sorry your boy friend or your crack was more important than your daughter? That when she was trying to turn 16 you were trying to turn tricks? What? What could you possibly have to say?"

"Let me say two things, then if you want, I will leave you be."

I was really beginning to worry about Carolyn, she seemed stunned but figured I had to get rid of my mother first, if you could call my biological history my mother. 




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 12



Several months ago, I hinted at an epilogue to wrap everything up. Unfortunately, this has turned into not only another chapter but probably should have been two or three. Oh, well. If you haven't read the preceding chapters, you probably should or none of this will make any sense. If, on the other hand, you want to plow right in then have at it. I make no promises as to whether the continuity will make any sense to you, but you are welcome to try.

As always, all names have been changed. Some events have been embellished and others ignored because, well, I didn't know anything about them. Thanks again for reading!

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I woke up crying on Brent's shoulder. This was not how I had envisioned our wedding night when Brent had proposed at the end of summer. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

After Brent and I had it out, the mood in my hospital room became more festive. I practically drown in hugs. Brat snuggled up at my side on the bed and soon fell asleep, it now being rather late in the evening apparently. I held her as closely as I could without hurting. Brent sat on the bed at the other side. He held my hand and just generally gazed at me as I stared back. Our eyes confessed our love for each other in ways words could not express. Everyone else was trying to catch me up on events over the last couple months. Carolyn and I chatted quite a bit about her new man, who happened to be one of my doctors.

"I don't know, Jessie," she explained. "When you were at your worst and I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there and, well, we just kinda connected. You're going to love him. He's a great guy!"

"I guess you introduced my parents?" I asked.

"Oh sure, they all know him. He's here everyday," Carolyn said with an odd look.

"No, I'm sorry. I meant to each other!"

"Oh! No! I was in the ER getting my head stitched up when they met. Other than bruises, the only injury I got in the wreck was a piece of glass in my scalp underneath my hair. I'm not sure how that happened," she replied.

"I can answer that," Ron smiled. "Since you're 18, your mom is legally your next of kin. So, well, she was kind enough to keep us involved in your care decisions."

"Well, I couldn't, you know, I mean Ron and Allison have taken care of you for so long, it just wouldn't be right..." Donna's voice tapered off in confusion before beginning again. "We heard the wreck and when I saw it was you, I came running out. The EMTs kept me back but when I told them who I was, they let me fly to the hospital with you and gave me your purse and phone."

"Fly?"

"Yes, they had you medivaced. Your vitals were crashing pretty fast. Anyway, once we got to the trauma center, I remembered Mr. Anderson was a dentist. so I checked your contacts and found a 'Dr Ron' and called. They came running, along with your fiancé and this young lady. You didn't tell me you had a sister."

"Well, I didn't plan for you all to meet this way, but I'm glad you have. Let me be clear about something. I love all of you, and you're all my parents," I said, tears welling up again. My voice was still as weak as my body. "Is that okay?"

"Of course, darling. It's not a contest!" Allison wept with me.

"Nearly dying three or four times isn't going to get rid of us," Ron added.

"I'm just happy to be a part of your world again, Jessica," Donna whispered almost under her breath.

"Jessie," I said with a grin. "So, you work here now?"

"Well, once I got my boards back, what with the nursing shortage, I could pretty much work doing something at about any hospital I wanted. Since you were here, I figured I could be here if you needed anything. I'm not actually assigned to this floor and I'm not supposed to care for family members."

"I won't tell if you won't," I interrupted.

"Oh, I'm not working now. I just don't have anything else to do in my off hours, so I just hang around. Once the Andersons get back, I run home. I sleep a bit, then come back to work. The only person that's here more than me is that guy of yours there," she said, indicating Brent.

"I'm glad you are. Come to think of it, Carolyn! Its Christmas Eve! Why aren't you home in Ohio with your folks?" I said when I realized.

"Well, when we thought you might.... well, I couldn't leave," she sniffled. "Then they said you should wake up pretty soon and I couldn't miss that. Then you kept waking up and going back to sleep and I wanted to be here and spend time with you so I couldn't go... Anyway, I'll go home in a couple of days. No biggie." She smiled.

"You're all so good to me," I whispered as my energy started to wane.

My dinner of jello, applesauce and, I think, more jello revived me a bit. It felt like I hadn't eaten in weeks. I guess because I hadn't, yet it took very little for me to feel full.

Finally, a nurse came around and quietly announced visiting hours were ending. She added that my friends and family could stay in the family room down the hall, but I wanted them to go home. The worst was over. I was out of the woods and, more than anything, felt like I needed rest. I was wary of falling asleep, though, for fear of not waking up. I was told earlier that physical therapy would start in two days due to the Christmas holiday, and I was fine with that. I gave Allison a list of things to bring me. Most importantly were hair removal cream and razors, shampoo, conditioner, and my tablet so I could read.

Everyone kissed me on my forehead, cheek or brow and said goodnight. Of course Sarah, being the Brat, announced she was staying with me but, after a few minutes negotiating, we convinced her to go home with Ron and Allison. I had to convince her that I needed to borrow back my copy of Sorcerer's Stone, and that neither Ron nor Allison knew which copy I needed, but she finally agreed. What kind of child would rather be at a hospital than opening presents on Christmas morning?

Carolyn left with them. Apparently, since school ended, she had pretty much moved into the guest room. This left just Donna, Brent and myself. Donna politely excused herself, saying we would talk in the morning.

"I hate you have to go home," I said, once again staring at the love of my life.

"I'm not going anywhere," Brent replied.

"You have to, silly. Get some rest and I'll see you in the morning. I love you."

"Okay, look, I've been without you for two months. Part of that was my fault, and now that we're past that, I'm not ready to be away from you again. I was here when we thought you were going to die from the wreck, then from pneumonia and infection. I was here when they told us over and over that you might never wake up. They can call security and arrest me but, short of that, I'm not leaving you right now. I just can't stand the idea of being apart. Please don't ask me to go...." Brent gasped, then kissed my brow as he gently embraced me. He cradled my cheek in his hand and I felt a tear fall from his face to mine.

"You need you to rest, darling," I whispered.

"I can sleep easier here than away from you. When I'm home, I just toss and turn or walk the floor worrying about you. Please. Just let me stay," he said.

"Do they let family stay here?"

"Yeah, but, well, they say fiancés aren't family."

"Well, duh! You're still my brother, too, aren't you?" I giggled as I slid to one side of the bed, referring to us having been foster children in the Anderson's home together.

We kissed again for the second time in as many months. His lips were sweet and delicious. Mine were still dry and parched. I couldn't return his embrace much due to the still present IV line, but our mouths became more passionate just the same. Finally, I remembered something Dr. Jones had said earlier and stopped. Brent continued, then, when my lips ceased. He kissed my cheek and neck ever so gently and sensuously.

"Whoa," I said, "They don't want me to get too worked up or I might rupture something in my brain. We can't... you know, for a while. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, Rick told me that too when your EKG, or EEG, or whatever that brain wave machine is called said you were waking up."

"Rick?"

"Carolyn's new guy. He's good people."

"Oh. Okay, well you probably know more than I do, then."

"Not really. He just told me that so we wouldn't do something stupid. I don't know when they think you'll be ready, and I don't care. If we never have sex again I'm happy as long as I'm with you."

"That's sweet, but I'm sure we'll be able to, and I wouldn't be okay with it! But can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me anything."

"Even if we could right now, I wouldn't."

"Because you're still mad at me and trust and all that?" he said with agony rising in his words.

"Oh! No! No! Not that at all! No! I love you! I want to be with you, just not right now! I'm sorry, I,uh, that came out all wrong, I didn't mean it that way at all! Its just, well, I haven't shaved in a couple months and I'm gross!"

"I don't care about that!"

"I know, but I do and trust me, my legs are all hairy, I look like a bear or a wolf or something. I don't ever want you to see me like that." I smiled.

"I'm in no rush. I'm just happy to be with you. And I can't wait to get married."

"We may not be able to then, at first, either. If you want to wait I understand, I guess," I said, contradicting my demand that we get married as soon as I got out of the hospital. I didn't consider at the time I made the demand that I might not be physically able to be with Brent as a husband and wife should.

"Jessie, we're getting married the day you get out of here. No later. Understand? I've found the woman I want to spend my life with and I don't want to wait another day to start spending it with her. End of discussion, okay?"

"Okay." I smiled, then considered some other issues.

"Brent, we need to talk about a couple of things."

"Sure," he replied as I used the control to elevate my bed more so I was sitting up more.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this," I said as I stared in his eyes. "I hope it won't change how you feel about me, but you deserve to know. When I was in the wreck, I didn't know it, but..." I began to cry.

"Jessie, don't cry, it's alright," he said, embracing me gently.

"I... I ... I was carrying our child." I broke down in tears. "And I lost... lost our baby." Brent gently wrapped his arms around me before speaking.

"Don't torture yourself like this. I know already, Donna and Allison told me weeks ago. I'm all cried out over that, too. It would have been great but after we're married we can try again, if you want. We'll have lots of babies if you want. We'll fill a house with them and adopt more if you want. Don't beat yourself up like this," Brent said as he held me in his arms and I wept on his shoulder.

"It's not that. It's that I, uh, I didn't even know I was pregnant. I wasn't trying to get pregnant or anything like that, but I would have told you, Brent. Please, you have to know I would have told you if I knew. I would have married you, right then, if you still wanted me. I..." and after this I just cried while he held me and told me it would be alright.

We were now both reclining on the bed and I was on my right side, with my head on his shoulder, weeping.

He stroked his hand down my hair and neck and whispered, "It's okay. It's going to be fine. Please don't cry. I love you. I hate to see you so sad."

Eventually, just his warmth and comforting words calmed me down and I was just sniffling again. I reached for a tissue to blow my nose, but he sensed what I was trying to do and got it for me.

"If you need anything, you just have to ask me. I'm taking care of you tonight and forever, okay?"

"Okay, thank you," I said accepting the tissue and blowing my nose into it. I was still emotional but decided that if we were going to be a couple, Brent needed to know the full truth.

"There's something else."

"What's that, honey?"

"Well, the week we were apart, before the wreck, when I was so mad at you," I began.

"Let's don't talk about all that now. You've been through a lot and you're fragile and upset and ..., We don't need to talk about all that now. Let's talk about it tomorrow after everyone goes home, okay?"

"No, I need to tell you something now, while I still have the courage to."

"Honey, you don't need courage. You can tell me anything. I just don't want to see you upset."

"I know, thanks, but please, just let me. I need to get it out. I won't be able to rest until I know I've been totally honest with you. And if you're going to hate me or be mad, I'd rather know now than tomorrow. Something happened that week."

"Something or someone?" he asked.

"I guess more like someone," I whispered feeling like I had cheated. I wasn't sure if being with Carolyn that week counted as cheating, as for the most part I had written off our relationship and was free to see whomever I wished. But I didn't feel like Brent and I could move forward if I kept it a secret, either.

"Well, you were emotional that week. I mean, you were mad at me and thought I had stepped out, and, well, you didn't know it but you were carrying a child. Whatever happened, I don't care about," Brent said, but I could tell by his voice he was disappointed. Disappointed that the girl who had given herself to him might have given herself to another guy.

"It's," was all I got out before he interrupted me.

"Jessie, I'd rather you stop now. I don't want to talk about any of that. We've made up. We're getting married. Okay?" he said. His voice was quiet but stern.

"Okay, but if I don't, I'll carry it forever. I want you to know what happened."

"What if I don't want to know?" he asked.

"I think you should anyway. See, Carolyn and I..."

"I know all about you and Carolyn. I know how she was dancing on the bar with your roomie and you all dressed up all slutty for Halloween. Okay? Carolyn already told me. You don't have to. You didn't want me at the time because of what you thought I did, and its my fault I wasn't there with you."

Brent had just described what we had done for Halloween, pretty accurately, but I couldn't tell what else he knew about that week.

"What else did Carolyn tell you?"

"Just that guys were buying you all drinks all night and she and Trisha were flirting with all of them and they were all flirting back and trying to hook up with you. She said you were well behaved and the designated driver and didn't do anything wrong. Are you going to tell me now she was lying? That you took some guy home?" He stared.

I had never seen Brent like this, showing his anger towards me. I didn't like it.

"No! I didn't take any guys home, and neither did Carolyn. Trisha left with some dude, and we drove back to the dorm. We were only out because Trisha talked us into going. And Trisha is the one that made Carolyn dance on the bar. I refused to. Plus, I wasn't drunk like Carolyn. No, she didn't lie to you about that. I didn't do anything with any other men that night, or that week, or ever since we started dating. I don't want any other man. My heart and soul only want you. Even when I was mad at you, I never dreamed of being with any other guy."

"So, you wanted to tell me that Carolyn and Trisha got drunk and danced on a bar? Every night that week I was scared to death you had taken off with some other man. I just knew that and couldn't get the thought out of my head that I had lost the most perfect girl because I was stupid and didn't throw Steve and his damn whore out...."

"I never said Trisha was drunk. She just liked the idea of dancing on the bar. It's something they do at that place. It was in a movie, I think," I interrupted. "And no, there are not now and have never been any other men for me. You even know all the guys I dated before you."

"That's funny. She seems like such a nice girl."

"She is. But she's a tramp, too. She'll fuck anything that moves." I giggled, then became serious again. "But she was there for me. She came back to school that Friday and tried to take us out and cheer me up and she's my friend. So I shouldn't talk bad about her. Did Carolyn tell you anything else?"

"No, just that you were an emotional wreck. I usually cut her off because, well, it made me feel horrible."

"She was there for me, and..." I stopped, trying to think of the right words.

"And?" Brent asked, his angry voice now replaced with his soft whisper again.

"And... well, when I said I wasn't with another guy, well... I didn't say I wasn't with another girl."

There was a long silence while Brent digested what I had said.

"What?" he asked. He was still calm.

"When I was hurting and crying Carolyn took care of me. Well, remember Steven had broke her heart, you know, a couple weeks before, and she was still getting over that, and well.... We were all emotional and hugging and crying and started kissing and one thing led to another.... Well, I don't love her. I mean, I do love her, but not like that. Not like I love you. It's different. It's like we're friends, but more, but I don't know if... Well, I don't... I mean, she's not going to take me away. She wasn't trying to do that. She was the one that convinced me to get back with you even when I thought you had, but... I can't explain," I said, dejected at my loss for words. "I thought you should know everything about me."

"So you hooked up with Carolyn?"

"Yes. Do you hate me?"

There was another long silence.

"That's kinda hot," he whispered, his voice not betraying much emotion. If anything, he sounded relieved.

"What?" I asked sitting up and not sure if I had heard him correctly.

"That's kinda hot. I mean, do you love her?"

"As my best girl friend, yes," I answered. "But you're my best friend since, well, since we first met, and boyfriend and fiancé and the guy I want to spend my life with and have kids with and grow old with, and I love you differently and more than I love her or anyone else."

"So you love her like you love everyone else?"

"Well, no. I don't love anyone else that way. I mean, look, we were hurting emotionally, and we comforted each other physically. But if it never happened again, she would still be my friend. We aren't a couple. We weren't a couple. And neither of us expected any kind of relationship. She described it once as we were bi, but just for each other and, we just, well, took care of each other. If you don't want to marry me..."

"Shut up! Stop that! Nothing is ever going to make me not want to marry you, Jessie," he interrupted.

"Well, if you don't want me to hang around with Carolyn..."

"Why would I not want you to hang around with Carolyn?" he interrupted again.

"Well, because, uh, we were physical like that."

"Are either of you lesbians now?"

"No."

"Did she take care of you and, well, as you say, comfort you, when I wasn't there and should have been?"

"Yeah. I mean, I guess that's about it, yeah."

"Are you wanting to be in a relationship and marriage with me?"

"Yes, more than anything."

"Forever?"

"Oh, god, yes! I want that more than you can imagine," I said, clutching him as closely as the IV line and other medical stuff would allow.

"Are you wanting to be in a romantic relationship with Carolyn or anyone else?"

"No."

"Next time, can I watch?"

"What? No!" I said, shocked for a moment before I realized he was joking.

"Aww, crap," he snickered.

"Look, I never said there would be a next time, I just wanted you to know it happened."

"So, I can't watch or take pictures?" he teased.

"No!" I said "Because you and I are getting married. You don't need pictures of Carolyn."

"Well, no, I meant you and Carolyn," he laughed.

"Look, you can't watch. You can't take pictures. It won't happen again because it was during a time of emotional turmoil for me and her. But if it does, we won't let you watch or take pictures because you'll have to join us and you'll be too busy to operate a camera."




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 12



With that, Brent got quiet and stopped teasing me as I told him I loved him and kissed him softly. I laid my head on his shoulder and went blissfully to sleep. My conscious was clear that Brent now knew everything and I had no secrets from him. I was still afraid to fall asleep, for fear I might not wake up, but it just felt like that so long as Brent was there he would keep me safe. I also felt if I didn't wake up I would have spent my last moments in the arms of the man I loved, my mind at peace finally over our time apart, and knowing we would forever be bonded together now. I trusted him again and we were together at last and would be always, no matter how long that might be.

Sometime in the night, a nurse woke Brent and untangled us, making him move to the fold down recliner in the room. I was barely awake but she may have fussed at him for being in the bed with me. I suppose that makes sense in a hospital. Anyway, I barely woke up, just enough to tell her that I had asked him to, which may have prevented her from calling security. Otherwise, I slept through the night.

I woke early and rang the nurse to help me to the bathroom as I had promised the doctor. Brent was still asleep in the recliner. My head still hurt, but I was starting to feel better over all. Still sore and very stiff, but not in any other distinct pain. I still was unsteady on my feet and my legs felt numb when I walked, but I did better than the day before and that was progress.

When I left the shower, Brent was awake. I still didn't have anything to do my legs with, or makeup for that matter, but I was clean and Allison had left changes of PJs, panties and tops. Everything fit loosely and I knew I had lost weight while out of it, although I didn't know how much.

"Hey, sweetie, Merry Christmas!" I said as I hobbled back to the bed with the nurse's assistance.

"Merry Christmas to you," he replied, "and good morning!"

"Sorry I didn't have time to shop for your present. I've been kinda busy," I smiled.

"Oh. No worries. We all did your shopping for you. You got me a really nice sweater. It's burgundy and yellow and came from your favorite store. Sarah picked it out."

"Brat got you a Gryffindor sweater? Awesome!"

"No, you did." Brent grinned. "You got her a tablet so she could read more books."

"I did?"

"Yeah, well technically I made the purchase, but I was sure you would have if you hadn't been so busy."

"Wow. That was really thoughtful of me," I grinned.

"Well, you know how you are. Always thinking of others," Brent replied.

Breakfast was grits, jello, applesauce, some kind of yellow stuff I couldn't identify and more jello. Again, I filled quickly. Even though I was starved, it didn't take much to fill me up. Since I saved the yellow stuff for last, I never got around to eating it and still have no idea what it was. The best part was that solid food was on the menu that night, although it left no choice for lunch. The orderly that picked up my tray said that because of Christmas, everyone was pretty much getting the same lunch. I asked if I could have a Big Mac or Whopper and he laughed and said that was between me and my doctor.

The family arrived a few minutes later. Brat carried in a small plastic tree, while Ron, Allison and Carolyn carried bags of presents. We opened them together, but it wasn't the same as being home in the great room under the live tree that we had the last couple of years. Donna joined us a few minutes later with presents she had bought for everyone as well which was so very nice and thoughtful of her. Now that she had a good paying job for the first time in her life, her former poverty, well, our former poverty, had amplified the generosity she naturally had. She and Allison had apparently gotten quite close during my hospitalization, which made my transition to having two mothers much easier to deal with.

Brent went home to shower and change after lunch and Brat laid on the bed beside me as we read together. Mostly she read, though, so I could continue catching up with everyone else. This was until Dr. Jones stopped by to check on me. Yay! I finally got that IV out of my arm and could move around more easily. Life was starting to get physically bearable. I still had to do some breathing stuff from where my lungs had collapsed and I had gotten pneumonia. And I had to keep an oxygen sensor on my fingertip for the time being, but these were mild intrusions compared to the Teflon needle in my arm.

Dr. Jones had asked everyone to leave, which Brat did under some protest, and we talked more about my health issues. I wished him a Merry Christmas, then said "So, you and Carolyn huh?"

"Ummm, yeah, but I shouldn't talk about personal matters with a patient," he smiled.

"She's so sweet. She's my best friend, I don't know what I would do without her."

"Well when you get out we'll all get together to celebrate. In the meantime, tomorrow you'll go to therapy and they'll do some treadmill work. Probably the same on Sunday. Then let's do a stress test, Monday, and I want to schedule an MRI then, too."

"So, all professional, then, huh?"

"'Fraid so, until you're discharged," he grinned again.

"When can I, uh, exercise again?"

"Exercise? " he asked with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, I used to run about five miles a day, never less than two. Now I can barely walk across the room."

"Oh, I see. I thought you were talking about something the night duty nurse suspected in your notes."

"Let's stay professional!" I said. "And nothing happened last night! I'm not feeling that good yet!"

"Yes, of course," he smiled, "Well, I want to make sure everything has healed up okay as far as your head injuries go. After the MRI, I'll know more. Normally we would release you for inpatient brain injury rehab, but your X-rays of late have been fairly clean and you seem to be appropriately responsive to stimuli everywhere except your left hand. But based on the last few I would say after the stress test, if you pass okay, you can start light workouts on the treadmill and we will discharge to bed rest. We'll want to monitor your heart rate and BP, though, and raise it slowly. If a vein or artery were to rupture, you could easily die, or at a minimum have a stroke and have lasting damage that you have apparently avoided this time. So, let's play it safe, okay? When you do get discharged, it will be to bed rest at home with restrictions on movement. You'll be able to move around but, other than some treadmill work, I don't want you getting your heart rate up. I should also tell you the reason you are alive today is probably because you were in such great shape. If your resting heart rate had been higher, you would have probably bled out from internal hemorrhaging before they got you here. We'll get you back where you need to be soon, but its going to take time and we don't want you to overdo anything and die or cripple yourself. Have you noticed any tingling or numbness in your left hand?"

"Well, now that you mention it, I guess so. It's about the only place I don't hurt." I grinned then, seeing he was serious, added, "It's kind of numb, I mean, right now it feels odd. I can feel with my first and second finger and thumb, but not the rest, is that normal?"

"After your injuries I'm surprised it's not more widespread. It may pass but, unless you're left hand dominant, I wouldn't be too concerned. So, right now, your takeaway should be, you're very lucky to be alive, you're in pretty good shape all things considered, but you're fragile and you need to pace yourself and take it easy. Okay?"

"Okay. You're coming to the wedding, right?"

"Miss Carolyn has already informed me I am. So, as long as I'm not on duty, I'll be there," he replied. "I think that does it for today. You have a merry Christmas, okay, Miss Jessica?"

"'Jessie', and would you do me a favor and ask Carolyn to come in for a minute by herself? I want to thank her for taking care of me alone. I'm apt to cry and I don't want to upset my family," I lied.

"Sure."

A few moments later Carolyn came in, smiling.

"Rick's great, isn't he?" she asked.

"Yeah, he seems really sweet. I approve!" I giggled, then got serious. "I wanted you to know, well, first I wanted to tell you how much I love you and thank you for being there for me. You know, now and when we spent the week at the dorm."

"Don't worry about that! You did the same for me, if you recall. That's what friends are for."

"Well, yeah, I think you went above and beyond friendship, though. I also wanted to tell you I regret nothing and I still feel just the same."

"Me, too. I'll always be there for you. You know that," she said, then leaned over to kiss me, on my lips, a kiss I returned shamelessly. It wasn't a romantic or erotic kiss, but very loving.

"I know," I said as I took her hand and took a deep breath, "But I also need to tell you, well, I don't want to keep any secrets like that from Brent, so I told him about us last night." I bit my lip, not knowing how she would feel about this revelation and that I had talked about something she probably felt very privately about.

The room went silent for a moment.

"Oh, thank goodness! I told Rick and then felt terrible about it! I shouldn't have without knowing how you felt but... well, we thought you were going to...." She stopped talking and just cried.

"Hey! Stop that! I'm not going anywhere! I should have talked to you first, too. But, well, we were never alone yesterday, and if you had talked to me before then, well, I wouldn't have heard you. So, it's not like either of us had time to consult." We hugged, and after a few minutes had both calmed down.

"So how did Brent take the news, anyway? You two still together?"

"I think he was just happy I wasn't with another guy. Apparently, that's all he thought about. Actually, the pervert said that if it happened again he wanted to watch and take pictures."

"Oh my gosh, Jessie! What did you tell him?"

"I told him I doubted it would because we're both basically hetero and we have guys and you would always be my best friend."

"That's so sweet. You're mine, too. You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah. And then I told him if it ever did I would expect him to be too busy joining us to operate a camera!" I giggled.

"Too funny! I think guys are like that, though. They're really territorial when it comes to their women when it comes to other men, but the idea of us and other women I think turns them on. That's why he was upset thinking about you and a guy, but turned on by you and I," Carolyn said until her phone vibrating interrupted her.

"Jeez, will he never learn? It's Steven calling again."

"He still calls?"

"Yeah, every day at least. Says he can't live without me, blah blah blah. I don't think the pig has gotten laid since around the time he nearly broke you up."

"Let me talk to him!"

"What? Why?"

"So I can say 'Merry Christmas' of course!" I said as I snatched the phone from her.

"Hey, Steven, how are you?"

"Who is this?"

"Jessie. You remember me?"

"Of course! You're awake now! That's awesome! We've all been so worried about you. Hey, I never got to tell you how sorry I was about the misunderstanding."

"That's okay," I said, interrupting him. "Have you met Carolyn's new boyfriend? He is so hot and delicious looking. Ohhhh, mmmmm." Carolyn's eyes bulged open and her mouth dropped.

"What? Uh, no. Is she there? I really need to talk to her," he asked brusquely.

"Yeah, but she can't come, ohhhhhh, to the phone right now."

"She's busy? Well, could you ask her to call me back? I really need to tell her something I think will..."

"Ohhhh, yes! Right there! Yes!" I interrupted again. "I'm sorry, Steven... Oh shit, yes! I don't know if she'll call. We're all busy fucking right now and its just so, ohhhhhh, mmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes!" I moaned as I hung up the phone.

Carolyn and I rolled with laughter! "I bet he doesn't call back for a while now," I said.

"He will. He's been calling at least daily since the wreck, usually more, but that's not the problem."

"What is?" I asked, more out of curiosity than anything.

"Well, we never really talked about this, but you know he and I dated quite a while. Last Christmas break, he came up and met my parents. We were really serious then. I didn't know what a dirtbag he was yet and he was my first real boyfriend. Anyway, my folks love him, as do my brothers, and even though I'm not speaking to him and don't plan on it, they don't know about his, uh..."

"Perfidy?"

"What? What's that?" Carolyn asked.

"Its how they used to describe lying, cheating, assholes like Steven. I learned it last semester. I've been to college now, ya know!" I giggled.

"Well, don't confuse me, smart girl! Just call him a lying, cheating, asshole! Anyway, the thing is, I'm getting a lot of pressure from my family to try to reconcile with him."

"I can't believe they would want you to be with someone like that!" I gasped.

"Oh they wouldn't, but they think it is all a misunderstanding because I haven't told them why I dumped him."

"Why not?"

"Well, I guess because Mom is really conservative. Think Evangelical on steroids. And if I say he cheated, well, she'll assume our relationship was, well, she'll think I'm not a virgin anymore," she said. "I think if I could get her and Dad away from my brothers long enough I could explain it. Just not with them constantly saying what a great guy he is."

"Ugh, that sucks. I guess if you do tell them, he'll probably confirm it out of spite, too? And of course your bro's will take his side and you've accomplished nothing."

"That would be my guess... but, hey! This isn't your problem. Well, I guess it might concern you a bit."

"Of course it does, you're my best friend! "

"No, I mean, well, they are kind of upset at me changing schools. I mean, they are proud their little girl is so willing to help a friend get around while she's recovering, but they think I should think of myself and finish at Tech and let your family take care of you while she, I mean, I, focus on getting that boy back so I can have grand babies for them."

"Well, I can see that," I said. "It really makes sense. I mean, about changing schools. Not the grand babies with the cheating asshole part, but you know Brent can take care of me. You should focus on finishing sch..."

Carolyn interrupted, "Hey! I don't want to be at Tech. I hate that place. Every time I've been back all I can think about is, 'That's where Steve and I used to walk to class,' or 'That's where Steve said he loved me,' and 'That frat house over there is where I met Steven at a party and where we fell in love. Oh! And where he shacked up with his whore and crushed my soul.' I don't want to be there. I would rather move back to Ohio and live in whatever Evangelicals call a nunnery than go to Tech right now."

"Okay, so long as you are coming here for selfish reasons I can live with that. We'll figure out your parents. They'll adjust and get over it, I'm sure. I can't wait to meet your family. Maybe that will help smooth things over. We just need to find a way to get you with your folks, keep the brothers away, and convince them not to take his side."

"Well, they've met you. But you were, well, you know, in a coma. They came down after the wreck. My brothers think you're hot, I think. It's hard to judge their reaction what with you having a half dozen IVs and a breathing tube down your throat while their sister is bawling her eyes out over you. And you're all bruised with black eyes and still have some dried blood here and there. But I showed them some pictures of you from last fall and they approve." She smiled.

"You make me sound so pretty," I laughed. "But yeah, my comatose period full of tubes, hoses and wires was probably not my best look fashion wise. I usually accessorize so much better than that, and as a summer I'm better in light earth tones than bruises. Plus, hospital robes do nothing for me with my skin tone or my figure. I'd ask if your brothers are cute, but I'm taken."

Everyone else joined us and the afternoon flew by. Brat returned to her place cuddling at my side and read to me. And everyone else shared the joy of the occasion. Ron helped Carolyn make arrangements to get home through New Year's but she wouldn't leave until Monday evening. I had gotten so many wonderful presents, and apparently gave as many thanks to the family shopping on my behalf, and I was asea with happiness. Brent finally returned a few minutes before five wearing, as promised, a Gryffindor sweater. He was carrying a large gym bag and told us it was beginning to snow. He advised everyone to get home before the roads iced over. I hated to see everyone leave. I was so happy.

"Oh, good. You're back," Ron said. "Now we can give Jessie her last present."

"Oh, you've given me so much, don't! I just love all of you!" I said to Ron, Allison, Donna, well, and everyone.

"Hush! If Allison, Donna and I want to give our daughter something, we will. Remember, we can't take it with us, and we ain't leaving it for you. Now, you're going to have to stand up for this one."

Brat smiled as she slid from beside me with no protest this time. Brent offered me one hand and slid the other behind my shoulders to help me up, while Donna and Allison helped me up from the front and other side.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Just to the window," my mother, Donna, said with a grin.

They held me by either side. They made sure I could stand, which I did quite well this time, while Ron pulled back the curtains. It appeared we were on about the fourth floor and the window looked over a parking lot that was separated from the hospital by a street. There were a number of cars and trucks out there. It was, in fact, a gray, dreary, day that was beginning to spit snow, although nothing was sticking yet. I had no idea what I was supposed to be looking at.

"You see it?" Ron asked.

"Uhhh, see what?"

"Right there," he pointed, and I followed the line of his finger down to a beautiful Ram truck parked on the street. It was a burgundy quad cab 4x4. It looked like a ¾ ton, but I couldn't tell at this distance. I still wasn't sure what I was supposed to be looking for. Then it hit me.

I turned to look at Ron, my mouth hanging open. He held up a set of keys which he placed in my hand.

"You got me a new truck! Oh my God!Oh my God!I..." and then my legs gave out. Allison and Donna caught me, but I sprung back quickly enough and babbled "I love you" to all of them as I hugged one, then another, and when finished hugged them all again just because I was so excited.

"Oh my God!I want to go see it! Let's go see it!" I said, exuberant and more happy than I had been since Brent proposed. It was just beautiful and everything a girl could want, well, everything a redneck white trash girl like me could want. I wondered if Allison might somehow disapprove, but I think my driving a pickup was an eccentricity of mine she had learned to live with.

"Oh, you can't go outside. The hospital would never allow it," Donna said, raining on my parade, but I knew she was right. I could barely walk across the room, much less to the street. Still, it was beautiful to behold. I pressed the remote so I could watch its lights flash as I locked and unlocked it repeatedly.

"Thank you so much! It's the best gift ever!" I said to Ron, knowing full well he had bought it.

"Don't thank me. Your boyfriend picked it out."

"Oh! So is it an automatic?"

"Of course not. You would strangle me if I did that to you," Brent said.

"Then why did they have to wait for you to get back to show me, oh, never mind, so you could be here, of course. Never mind, duh!" I said, correcting myself mid-thought.

"No, I had to go home and get it. I got Dad to show me how to drive a stick again and this time I actually learned. I'm doing pretty good at it now," he replied.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 12



"I adore you! You can drive a stick!" I said as I hugged him, then turned to everyone else and added "I can't believe you bought me another truck!" Brent held me firmly in his arms in case my legs again collapsed.

"Well" Allison said, "you wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for the last one. I'll never argue with you driving a truck again. But it's still not very ladylike!" she added with a grin.

"This one's a diesel," Brat said, although I doubt she even knew what it meant.

"You got me a Cummins? I love you so much!" I said while actually hopping up and down a little, and thus began another round of hugs.

Finally, the orderly brought me dinner and Allison said, "Ron, we should get going before the roads get bad."

"Here! Take the truck, it has 4 wheel drive!" I said, handing the keys back to Ron.

"So does the Lexus," he replied.

"Yeah, but this way I can watch it when you pull out!"

"Okay, that works for me. I like driving it, anyway," Ron grinned as Allison rolled her eyes.

"I know it must have cost you a lot. It may be years before I can repay you," I said.

"Well, it did, but insurance covered most of it. We can't take it with us, well, you know that already. And like Allison said, the last one saved your life. Whatever it costs, it's worth it. Besides, you don't repay gifts, dummy," Ron replied as he hugged me one last time before leaving.

After all the hugs, and then convincing Sarah that she would indeed see me again first thing tomorrow, everyone was filtering out the door when I sat down and opened Christmas dinner to find what appeared to be mushy turkey floating in some brownish gravy, potatoes, beans, corn and of course, jello, when Brent announced "Wait! I have one more gift... it's not a truck or a Harry Potter thing, or anything that cool, but I hope you like it."

Everyone stopped to watch as he unzipped his overnight bag and pulled out a Burger King sack and a bottle of Sprite. The sack held a Whopper with cheese and a large fry and was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever done for me, at least in the culinary sense. This, of course, led to more laughter, more hugs, and more "I love you's", but I finally got to eat the most wonderful dinner I could imagine at that point, even if there weren't enough napkins. I even ate the jello. It seemed lonely.

Okay, so I know you don't come to an erotic literature site to read about me getting my face sloppy with a big dripping hot Whopper. Well, come to think of it, maybe you do. Anyway, bear with me, we'll be getting to the dirty parts, eventually.

Brent, again, let me sleep with my head on his shoulder that night. And, once again, the nurse made him move in the middle of the night.

The treadmill the next day went fine. Although they took me there in a wheelchair, which was sort of humiliating. I was beginning to get my legs back, a little at least.

I had a chance to spend some more time with Carolyn, that afternoon, and she protested that I didn't need to keep my word about her and I living together in the spring. When I had promised that, I didn't think Brent and I would be married by then. In fact, I didn't even know if we would be a couple. But I didn't want to go back on it and Brent also felt it would be good to have someone else there to help me if I needed it; especially early on. Of course, he may have been hoping to join us in a romp. I don't know. The afternoon was quiet, though. Ron and Allison visited for a bit, then went shopping, leaving Sarah with me. We read together all afternoon while Brent watched football. I was looking forward to repeating this at our home instead of a hospital. But, for the moment, it felt very nice, normal and married. Late in the day, Ron and Allison returned, and with them brought the pastor who had agreed to do our service. We were supposed to go to some classes and counseling with him first, but he agreed that under the circumstances, he would give us the short form version at the hospital. We met most every afternoon that week talking about what we should expect and what our religion viewed as the importance of marriage. It was nice, actually. I didn't mind it at all and Brent seemed to enjoy it as well.

I mentioned to the Pastor several times about my physical limitations at this time and he told us about the whole "in sickness and in health" thing and stressed that if we could make it work without focusing on sex like so many couples do we would be ahead of the game. I thought about that a lot, and I agreed. Being unable to have sex would help us focus on the other things that were important: our love and caring for each other. I quickly became more comfortable with being married sooner rather than waiting until the doctors pronounced me fuckable.

After the Pastor left, Amber and Trisha stopped by for a visit. Both had been by frequently while I was out of it, and it was great catching up with them. I told Trisha about the marriage plans, as much as anything to confirm the original plan that I wouldn't be living on campus. As it turned out, she was planning to move in with Amber and her sister. Their lifestyles were more in line with each others than Trisha's and mine had been, so it was all for the best. Not to say Amber was as trampy as Trisha, but she wasn't in any hurry to settle down. And staying out partying with Trisha was something she apparently enjoyed. The big news for her, and this came as a total surprise, was she was in an on and off relationship with a guy named Michael we had graduated with. He was a really nice guy, but I never figured him to be her type, or vice versa. She was even thinking of transferring to his school in California after the spring semester which told me there was more than just a casual relationship, although she said she was still dating others if they appealed to her. We promised to stay in touch and in each other's lives, and it was nice having some girl friends, I mean, that I hadn't slept with. With Brent hanging around I wasn't going to get the low down on their romances, although they gave me the seed of an idea as to how to help Carolyn out if the time came.

Monday was more treadmill. This time while breathing through a tube and having my heart and blood pressure monitored while Rick, Dr. Jones, stood nearby, talking to me, in case I tried to die or something as my heart rate slowly rose. I was finally sweating again, and it felt great. I passed the stress test just fine. Then, after resting, went through an MRI that Dr. Jones was also pleased with. He announced that a few days of physical therapy and nutrition, to get my weight up a little, and I could be discharged. I met with the nutritionist who told me to stay the same on sugars and get more carbs and proteins to gain weight, plus keep exercising to gain muscle instead of fat. I think I knew all this, but every time I talked to a trainer they all had their own versions of what was a healthy diet and I personally believed they were all practicing voodoo rather than science most days.

After the MRI, I returned to my room to find Carolyn and Brent waiting. She had to hurry and catch her flight, but we had a chance to hug again. As she turned to leave she said "So I'll see you the first weekend in January, and I'll call when I get home, okay?"

"No!" I shouted. "If you're not back by then...."

"What is it, Jessie?" Brent asked as I began weeping.

"I'm going to get out before then. I need Carolyn for the wedding. We'll just have to wait." I cried.

"You'll do no such thing, Jessie!" Carolyn nearly shouted. "You aren't going to put off your wedding for me! Remember? I wasn't going to be in the December one, anyway. I'll be here for the one in June, I promise!"

"I....uh, it won't be the same without you. You're my maid of honor."

"I'll see what I can do. No promises, though, okay? I've been away from home so long my folks are starting to wonder what I look like. But, either way, you get married. Right now, Brent's spending all his time here with you. Once you're out, Brent's fair game to every slut out there. You grab him quick and don't let go, you understand me, girl?" she joked.

"Brent wouldn't do that." I whispered, barely audible.

"I know. He proved that to me at school all last year, and I'm glad you know now, too. So that is all the more reason to get married. I'll try to get back, but you get hitched and don't worry about me. Seriously, if you two can't make young love work there is no hope for the rest of us. You understand? " she asked.

"Yeah, okay. I love you, Carolyn."

"I love you, too, Jessie," she replied, then hugged me again.

With that, she was gone. I didn't know when I would see her again.

I turned to a quietly weeping Brent and realized he had heard all I had said about delaying our nuptials. 

"Brent, uh, I know it sounds like I'm looking for an excuse to put the wedding off, but I'm not. I'd get married to you right now if we could. I just wanted Carolyn there. You understand?" I softly asked.

"I don't care about all that. You trust me again," he wept with his sad puppy dog eyes pleading with me and his hands in his lap as he slouched forward. I started to sit beside him, but he put his arm around me and guided me to sit on his lap like we had so many times before, even before we started dating, as we quietly held each other through our emotional storms.

We cuddled and watched football together and, late in the afternoon, Allison came by with Sarah. Brat took her customary spot snuggled beside me and read. She was getting really good and had torn through a number of books in my absence. Allison told me that she was demanding to go to the library a couple of times a week and spent all her spare time with her nose buried in a book. So, apparently, some good had come from that week, after all. With Allison and Brat there, Brent went home to again clean up and change. He returned about the same time Ron arrived. Ron was working this week apparently, or had that day, anyway. They stayed awhile and Donna, who was definitely working that day, two floors down from me, also stopped by. I had to go hit the treadmill again in the afternoon and, again, got to work up a much needed sweat. This time with Brat reading to me.

The week flew by as I got progressively stronger. I still wasn't running miles, but I could walk easily at a steady pace and no longer needed to call a nurse to go to the restroom. Brent continued to sneak me fast food and Rick marveled that I was gaining my weight back. On Tuesday, Brent showed me a small plastic card with his face in one corner and it took me a minute to realize it was his new student ID. Every afternoon, we would meet with the Pastor for an hour or so as he went over what it took to make a happy and lasting marriage. These included practical things like communication, finances and sharing time together as well as apart. I was like a sponge soaking it all in and Brent paid careful attention, too. I guess because we had spent so much of our youth in dysfunctional family situations it was more important to us than most. We valued each other and were both ready to work hard if necessary for our marriage to succeed.

Finally, the day came for me to leave and it could not have come sooner. By noon on New Year's Eve, I was wheeled out the door to my new truck and Brent wanted to help me into it. I assured him I had gotten in and out of a truck more times than he had and walked to the driver's side.

"Uh Jessie, you care if I drive?" he asked.

"I want to!"

"I know, but it just, you know, feels right. Besides, I want to show off my skills to my girl."

"Okay. I'll let you drive my truck one last time," I said with a wink and climbed into the passenger seat. The horsepower and torque was exhilarating as we drove off and I confess that Brent had gotten pretty good at driving a stick. I soon relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of being outside and not smelling hospital air. It was cold, but Allison had thought to bring me winter clothes. The cab of the truck was warm in almost no time at all.

As we arrived home, I thought of something.

"This is the second happiest I've ever been pulling into this driveway," I confessed.

"I guess the first was when Ron and Allison brought you here from the group home?" Brent said as he put the truck in reverse and shut her down then applied the parking brake.

"No, although that was pretty good, too. The happiest was after our first day of work last summer when this really great guy reminded me that I wasn't his actual biological sister and told me he loved me and I knew I loved him, too."

I leaned over and kissed Brent and our arms wrapped around each other. Our kiss must have lasted for minutes, if not days. No way of knowing for sure now. It was interrupted by a gentle pecking on the window. I looked up to see Sarah, who was barely able to see in, smiling.

"Come on! Its cold out here!" she shouted.

"In the last couple of months I think I figured out why you call her 'Brat,'" Brent smiled.

"Yeah, but she's so adorable!" I grinned.

We went in and found Allison decorating the great room for our wedding. Brent had managed to get a marriage license without me present by bringing a form by that we had to get notarized. Fortunately, the hospital business office had a notary. I was nervous, but overall, I felt pretty good. My headache had finally gone away and I wasn't getting dizzy when I stood up anymore. I could only do about 20 minutes on the treadmill, but Allison had one and I would spend a lot of time with it before school started. It may sound odd, but I was perhaps happiest about finally getting back to my own bathroom and shower. I knew where to set the faucets for the right water temperature there, and I was home.

Brat had taken my hand and dragged me in to show me the decorations, which she had helped with. Then I had a quick snack lunch Allison had made for us and I was off to my room to get ready. I showered and shaved and all that stuff, then wrapped myself in a towel and my bathrobe so I could sit at the vanity and try to remember how to do my makeup. As I opened the door to the bath, Donna and Allison were sitting on the bed waiting for me.

"Hey! I wasn't expecting anyone."

"Hi, Jessie, how do you feel?" Allison asked.

"Good. Not great, but I'm getting there."

"Jessie, can we talk a few minutes?" Donna asked.

"I'd like that," I replied as I took a seat at the vanity.

They looked at each other to see who would start first and, in the end, Donna began.

"Jessie, when I was your age, I already had you and was trying to work and support us. Your father wasn't in the picture. I never loved him and he never loved me. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but you aren't one of them. I am so proud of you today. You just don't know. Here's the thing, though. I know you love Brent and I know he loves you. But if there is any doubt about getting married, I, well, we, want you to know that's normal, and it's okay. And, well, if you don't want to get married right now, everyone will understand. You've been through a lot and either way we all love you and we just want you to be happy. I'm not just saying this for me, or Allison, but for everyone including Brent. We've all talked about it, and we all will be at your side no matter what you decide."

Before I could say anything, Allison began, "Even Sarah." She smiled, then continued, "When I was your age, I was living in Panhellenic Hall with my sorority sisters. I was convinced I wouldn't settle down until I graduated and I was flirting with every cute guy I met and dating every guy that would ask me out so I would be sure to find what I wanted. I had this whole plan worked out where I would date a lot of different guys to find just the right mix of qualities I wanted before making a decision as to which I wanted to spend my life with. Like I was at Macy's trying on matching coordinates. Then this nerdy fellow named 'Ron' asked me out one night and since I didn't have anything better to do, I went. We had pizza and beer at some greasy local pizzeria. We talked until dawn and I never saw another guy again after that. We got married that summer before my sophomore year and I haven't regretted one day of it. I tried to get pregnant with a little girl just like you while he was in dental school and by the time he graduated I learned I never would. The thing I want to tell you is that you are still learning about yourself as you grow and you are going to learn things that make marriage easier and sometimes things that make it more challenging, but you can make it work if you both put forth the effort and love one another. And I have never seen two people more in love and better suited than you and Brent, including Ron and I. And if you do hit any rough spots your family, all your family," she said smiling at Donna, "will always be there to help out."

"So" she said, again glancing at Donna, "I guess what we're trying to say is we don't want to encourage or discourage you. We just want you to know that you can do whatever you want and we'll all still love and adore you. And if you want time to think about it, great. And if you know in your heart it's right, then that's great, too. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Its like you said in August. I can wait if I want to and no one will get upset, and no one will get mad, and everyone, including Brent I guess, will still love me. But you know what? I feel just the same now as I did then, maybe even more so. Our relationship has been tested by other people's lies and, well, deceit, and came out stronger in the end. I just wish I hadn't wasted a week not talking, and now I know what you mean about communication being so important. Even though I got mad at you that week for trying to get me to talk to Brent, I really should have thanked you, and so, well, now I am. Thanks for being there and trying. You taught me that we have to communicate, even when we are furious, if only to learn why we shouldn't be. So the only thing I'm worried about now is what I'm going to wear tonight, and if we'll have enough time to plan the June wedding, and well, whether its worth the expense of it after today." I smiled, happy that I was in a place of safety, love, and warmth.

"Oh well!" Donna exclaimed, "Since that's all decided, we have a surprise!"

Allison went to my closet and pulled out a garment bag, laid it on the bed and unzipped it.

"We picked it out for you, I hope you don't think that too presumptuous of us," Allison said.

Inside was a stunning white silk dress with a simple sweetheart neckline. It cinched at the waist with a large bow in the back then flowed out pleated to knee length with a lace overlay, a pillbox hat with a short veil and some white lacy underthings and hosiery. I gasped because it was so beautiful. It looked like something Audrey Hepburn or Marilyn Monroe would have worn. It was a classic that would never go out of style.

"I just need shoes," I said, almost under my breath as I stared at the dress.

"Jessie," Allison deadpanned, drawing my attention and pointing at Donna, who was smirking and holding up a pair of matching white heels.

"You all thought of everything! I can't ever thank you enough!"

"You only do this once. Well, twice in your case," Allison grinned. 

Both got hugs, then a group hug, then a couple more individual ones just to be safe.

"Now! Let's get you ready.." Allison announced. "Donna, I'm thinking a French twist that puts her hair up, what do you think?"

"Will that work with the veil?"

"I think so, if we center it a little back on her, don't you think?" Allison said, as she folded my hair up in the back to demonstrate what she meant.

"I was thinking," I said until they both interrupted me.

"Hush!" they said in unison, then Allison continued, "We've been planning this for six weeks now and today is almost our last chance to use you as our grown up Barbie. We won't get to do this again until June. You just relax. We've got this."




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 13



I'm giving up on calling these chapters epilogues as there are just things that happened I want to tell, but the main story line has concluded. This is still wrapping up loose threads and filling in details, some answering questions from emails and feed back. Again, all the names have been changed to protect the innocent, as well as the guilty. And again, thanks to my awesome editor, Tangentjoker for his fine work in correcting typos and grammar. He can probably be recognized by the large red circle on his forehead from beating his head against the wall and screaming from seeing some of my mistakes over and over and over again.... That said, if you have not read the previous chapters you will probably be lost, and have no idea about the zombie apocalypse. If you just want the dirty parts, skip over a few pages and look for the bit about Marvin the robot.

Thanks again for reading, and all feed back is welcome. I try to respond as much as my schedule allows, and there should be another chapter in a week or so. 

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Donna, Ron and Allison were the first to come to the room in the ER after Dr. Riley left. As my clothes were mostly cut from me, and what wasn't was soaked with sweat, I asked them to run home and get something for me to wear out of there when I was discharged. I expected that to be at any minute. Donna ran through my list of problems: an inner ear infection, anxiety, dehydration and low blood sugar with them. A plan was developed. Rather than go out to a restaurant, which I did not feel up to anyway, Ron would get take out and meet us back at the campus house while Donna and Allison would bring me a change of clothes.

All scolded me for not taking better care of myself. It was pointed out that several times people had asked if I felt okay that morning, and several times I had waved off their concerns. Mainly, though, they repeated what Brent had said. That they loved me and wanted me to get well. And that my first priority, ahead of my friends, family, school, and even my husband, was to take care of myself. Allison added that once I was all better I could get back to worrying about everyone and everything else.

I asked if Sarah could stay and all protested except Brent. It was finally settled that if anything did go wrong it would be good for Brent to have someone there to help him. And that I wouldn't have to take care of the Brat anyway, as Brent volunteered to. I really did want to spend more time with my sis, as we would both be starting school back and having her around just made me feel more like a part of a normal family. She really wasn't much bother anyway and we shared a mutual interest in reading. So it was finally agreed that she could spend the night.

Next, Sarah, or as she was acting at the time, Princess Bratface, Kevin, Reg and Carolyn came back.

"Are you getting out today?" Brat asked.

"Yes, and you're spending the night, too. But I'm going to be resting so you just plan to read to me, okay? And listen to Brent about bedtime and such. No arguing. Understand?"

"Sure! But no promises on bedtime! I am 12, ya know!" she stated with authority.

Brat crawled onto the bed beside me and curled up in my arm. We had spent so much of the last several weeks like this in a hospital bed that it felt natural now. Which was really depressing when I thought about it.

"So, Reg, thank you so much. You probably saved my life today."

"Yeah. Thanks, Reg. You, well, I can't ever thank you enough," Brent added, his eyes glistening.

"Oh, don't worry about it. That's what I do in my real job. And Ms. Donna was there, too. You were in good hands either way. I need you to remember though, more women die from seizures every year than breast cancer. Best way to thank me is to listen to your doctor and don't let it happen again. You gotta take care of yourself, Jessie."

"I know. He's already bitched at me. No more stress, drink fluids, eat every now and then and if I feel bad tell someone. Trust me, I'm good on all that now. One scare is enough. But, hey, I thought you worked for your father," I said.

"Oh, I do. We all do. Kevin warehouses and delivers when he's not at school, and Carolyn does sales when she's home. I'm a paramedic with the fire department 4 on and 8 off. I just work at the store during the weeks I'm not at the fire department. The city pays better," he grinned.

"How did you know I taught Carolyn to drive a stick?"

"What?" Kevin asked with incredulity in his voice. "She's been driving the delivery truck since she was 15. Hell, she drives a stick better than I do, and anytime I'm not at class I'm in that truck. I think Mom and Dad's greatest disappointment was that she decided to be an engineer rather than follow in Danica Patrick's footsteps."

I looked at Carolyn who smirked back at me.

"You lyin' little bit..." I got out before she interrupted.

"Hey! It was the only way I could get you to go to breakfast that day!"

"What are you two talking about?" Reg asked.

"Oh, last fall, I was at Jessie's dorm, when... well, when she was all mopey faced. The only way I could get her to get her sorry butt up and go to breakfast was if I agreed for her to teach me how to drive a stick. So I let her give me a driving lesson. You should have seen the look on her face, Brent, when I was dumping the clutch and killing the motor. And then I ground down enough clutch to, well, to the point I bet that parking lot still smells like somebody locked up the brakes on a semi coming off a mountain there. It was hysterical! And all the while she's saying, 'You can get this Carolyn. You're doing great!' It was all I could do to keep a straight face!"

"Well, if I had known," I got out before Carolyn again spoke over me.

"Yeah, if you had known you would have just laid there and starved. I bet if you had known the car I borrowed to get there was a straight you would have really felt dumb, too," she grinned.

I could not be mad. I had been punked, and it had been for my own good. Still, with everyone giggling at me I had to say something.

I reached out, took her hand with a smile and said, "You're so good to me. I'm going to have to pay you back sometime. When you least expect it." I grinned wickedly.

Brent went over all my diagnoses, briefly, so they wouldn't worry. Then he laid out the plans for the evening. We figured to hang around the new house and send their parents to Allison and Ron's, if they could stay, which they readily agreed to. Neither had brought church clothes, but both figured to go by a big box store and pick up something. Our church was pretty casual compared to some, so khakis and any shirt with a collar would fit right in. Each seemed excited to stay with Carolyn and us, clearly anticipating that Trisha and Amber might be around, which I knew they would be.

We avoided talking about Steven. In fact, I don't think we ever did, or would, again.

By this time, Brat was asleep in my arm and Carolyn stayed when her parents came back. I told them about my health and outlook, as well as my grumpy doctor's instructions. We talked about how wonderful Carolyn was and how she was like a big sister to me spiritually, and how happy Brent and I were that they would be there when we were introduced to the church the next day.

"So you're still going? We figured you would either be here, or resting," Mrs. Watson said, with concern in her voice.

"Well, church is important, too. And it shouldn't take long. And now I know what to do as far as avoiding further problems. I guess I just got over confident. Then with lunch, total time away from home shouldn't be more than three or four hours. I should be fine," I said, then added, "I'm really feeling okay now, a little weak and tired maybe, but I don't feel bad anymore. Well, not queasy and nauseous, or shaky. And I'm not burning up and freezing. But that will probably come back."

"Fever runs in cycles. You should take something for it," Mr Watson opined. He didn't say much, but I suspect that was because he could rarely get a word in between Carolyn and her mother.

"You daughter is so much like you," I finally said aloud to Mrs Watson, and this seemed to bring great joy to both parents.

"Well, she makes us very proud." Mrs Watson smiled.

Carolyn winked at me and I knew I had said the exact right thing for once.

Next back were Trisha and Amber who, after hearing that I wasn't going to die, regaled me with again telling me how Trisha had run the bus over Steven. It was even funnier to hear her tell it.They, too, were excited to hang around at the new house. And both commented how cute Carolyn's brothers were.

Finally, Donna and Allison returned and I was able to get dressed and check out. Donna had to stay to work that evening, though, and sadly could not join us. We arrived home just before Ron returned with a full lasagna and pizzas. He also had breadsticks and sodas and, as a present to me, a one liter plastic water bottle he had purchased at a local outdoor shop. He also thought to pick up some yogurt to counteract the yeast infection effect of the antibiotics I was taking. I later found out that was at Donna's instruction. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

When we arrived, Ron wasn't there yet. I walked on my own, albeit slowly, to the front steps.

"Wait!" Brent said as he locked the truck via remote and caught up to me. "I've waited a long time to do this."

He went by me on the steps to the porch, slid the key into the door of the duplex and opened it. I was about to step up to the patio and through when he returned to me, gently placed his hand on my shoulder, beckoning me to stop as he looked me in the eyes. His eyes were just glistening in the twilight and I could practically drown in them.

Brent gently put one arm across my shoulders and bent over to place the other across my legs just above my knees, then quickly, before I could react, scooped me up into his arms. He carried me up the remaining steps and through the door, where he placed me gently on the couch in the living room. Everyone else respectfully stood and watched as he carried his bride, finally, across the threshold.

"Thanks. I've dreamed of that." He smiled, his face still close to me as he was setting me down.

"I'm always happy to make your dreams come true." I grinned and kissed him madly, deeply and with as much passion as my tired body could find.

Ron arrived. As did everyone else that was not already there, and I ate until I was swollen and fat as a tick. The caffeine and sugar in the soda woke me up nicely but I was still mentally fatigued. I was actually feeling quite well physically by the time the sun set as the Tylenol, decongestants, antibiotics, anti-anxiety meds from the hospital, and about a billion calories coursed through my now liquefied veins. Despite my feeling better physically overall, mentally I was quite lethargic and just felt out of it.

The Andersons and Watsons gossiped about their children throughout the evening. And the Watsons, Kevin and Reg included, were filled in on some of the gossip they might hear at the church in the morning and why I had two wonderful women I called "Mom." We left out Donna's arrest and past drug abuse. That part of her was gone and dead now, and just said that she had reached a point where because of a lot of things she could not take care of me. They learned that for the last several years Brent and I had been raised together, so they might hear about that at church from some of the snoots there, just so they would be warned. I sat silently as Ron and Allison guided them through all this delicately, as we didn't want them to be shocked to hear it all from someone who simply thought I had married my brother.

"So, when did you two start dating?" Carolyn's mother asked.

"Well," Brent began, "last summer. It's kind of odd, because we were always different from, well, other folks that were raised together. I mean, closer, but different."

It was clear Brent was fumbling with his words so I took over. "Anyway, you could argue our courtship began the day we met. Brent says it did and, looking back, I agree," I said, looking into those blue eyes again as he draped his arm around me on the couch. "But our first 'date' date was last summer. He had been telling Carolyn how he felt about me while they were at school and, since I'm kind of dumb about such things, I had no idea. Anyway, she told him to stop being such a wimp and tell me how he felt. So he comes home from school, and our first day driving home from work, he finally does, and it was like the blinders were lifted from my eyes, and my heart said 'Yeah! Brent! He's the one you've been looking for stupid!' So I have Carolyn to thank for getting us together. She told him to tell me how he felt, and that is what opened my eyes to my own feelings."

"And then these two sneak around on dates all summer thinking we wouldn't notice that neither of them is seeing anyone else or had any interest in doing so. And that they spent every waking moment together," Allison cackled with glee. "Like that's not going to be obvious!"

"Well, okay, so there was a flaw in our plan to be discrete. We weren't ashamed or anything. We just didn't want the gossips to somehow scandalize or embarrass Mom and Dad. Still, it worked out for the best." I smiled.

The evening wore on and on a couple of occasions I had risen to get refills for people only to be stopped by, well, by everyone. I was finally allowed to refill my glass but only because I needed to go to the restroom. Even at that, Allison walked with me through the kitchen and dining area to the back of the house where the bathroom was. When I came out, she was still there.

"I appreciate it, Mom, but I can go by myself now. I'm a big girl." I grinned.

"Hush, we only have a minute, and trust me, everyone is going to be watching you closely. I wanted to talk alone for a second if we could."

"Sure," I said, my attempt at humor blocked by her serious demeanor.

"Well, in all the excitement, you probably haven't noticed, but Sarah has been upset a lot lately. She seems really, well, worried."

"About me?" I said, my heart breaking that my health had upset little Sarah after all she had been through in her young life.

"No, well yes, but just like we all have. But she, well she's worried about, well, about Ron, and me, and that something might happen to us. Now, we're fine, fit as fiddles, and we've told her that. But she has been having nightmares about going back to the group home because we get to where we can't take care of her. I mean, I don't know where this has come from except maybe the wreck has shown her how fragile life is."

"You two have spent so much time worrying about me she thinks you're going to get buyers remorse," I said calmly.

"'Buyers remorse'? You mean take her back where we got her? Why would she think that? We adore that girl!" Allison exclaimed, taken back by my suggestion.

"Well, yeah, but when you're in the group home, you see a lot of kids go out to foster care, then come back because the foster parents decide they are better off without them. Some, a lot, just want the child because of the check the government sends. Those suck. The worst ones are the perverts that get through the system because they like little boys and girls. You hear about those, but no one ever seems to be able to name any kids that it's happened to. But, you know, it's an urban myth among foster kids, and it scares you to death. And you see it on the news or in the paper. So you know it's an urban myth with truth behind it. You're afraid that you'll wake up and they'll be by your bed and..."

"Did that happen to you? Before I mean?" Allison asked.

"No, no, it didn't thankfully. But I got shipped to a couple homes that didn't last for different reasons. Once they just decided that taking me to school and buying clothes and food was more than they bargained for. But usually Mom got me back, then lost me again. That went on.... well, for several years before she lost me outright. The thing is, you get used to being rejected. And I bet either Brat has been rejected before, or has heard all about it from the other kids at the group home. It really sucks. You just ask yourself over and over 'What's wrong with me?' And it takes someone like you and Ron, and time, to realize that nothing really is. Until you get over the fear of being sent back, you have a fear of getting attached to anyone. If you don't get into a loving situation, well you either feel inferior forever, or you just get angry and mean. You remember the inferiority I felt when I first met you guys? Well you two are what got me out of that feeling. But it took a while and I was scared, too, about getting sent back. I was just better at hiding it. I can talk to her if you like."

"I would love for you to reassure her. But you probably shouldn't tell her we've been worried."

"Oh, absolutely not! That would just make her think you are thinking about sending her back," I replied.

"We're never going to do that! Never! If we have to spend every cent we have on lawyers to keep her we will. You know that! But, the thing is, well, she's worried something might happen to us. She even sleeps with us most nights when she has bad dreams just to make sure we're okay. And she's terrified that, well, that if something did, that... that, well, that you wouldn't take her to raise," Allison admitted.

"I see. Well, if it comes up, I think can fix that, too. I mean, nothing's going to happen to you guys. You know that. I'm the one with the bad luck." I grinned to take some of the weight off the conversation. "But I'd love to have a whole house full of Sarahs. You know that, too."

"If you get an opportunity, please find a way to let her know." Allison smiled.

"I will. She's sure to ask me sooner or later. We better get back before she and Brent think I've had a stroke or something and freak out," I said and we returned to the group.

Soon Allison, Ron and the Watsons left for the Anderson's home. Allison was going to bring Brat something to wear to church in the morning. And we would all leave again to meet Ron and the Watsons at church. The younger generation stayed on our new cushy couch chatting. But it was clear I could not keep up with the pace of the conversation, and the presence of Sarah was crimping everyone's style anyway. She being a bit young to hear the flirtations that Trisha, Amber and Carolyn's brothers so wanted to participate in. The attraction between them was obvious and the only confusion was who would end up in whose bed that night.

"Guys, would you excuse Sarah and me? I need to lay down and Sarah is going to read me a bedtime story. It's been a long day, if that's alright?" I asked.

"Sure, honey. You feeling okay?" Brent asked, his concern showing. Everyone was on eggshells regarding my health at this point and I could feel them looking me over for any sign I might be ready to seize again.

"Yeah, just tired now. I'm feeling much better. A little askew balance wise, but now that I know what that is about, I'm not anxious anymore. Plus, we slew a big dragon stress wise today. I'm okay. I promise. You can check on us later if you like. And if I start feeling bad, I'll tell Sarah."

Sarah puffed her chest from pride with this responsibility and announced she would take care of me.

"I'll help you up stairs, okay?" Brent said.

"Sure, that would be great! We need to get linens and blankets for the fold out, anyway, so you can bring them down."

"We have a fold out?" Brent asked, his face screwed up with confusion.

"Yes, honey. You've been sitting on it." I smiled. As Allison and I had picked the furnishings, he was unaware that our sectional folded out into a queen sized bed. I wasn't sure who would be sleeping on it, but figured that tomorrow the sheets would need to be washed.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 13



Everyone hugged me goodnight. And most gave me advice on how to get better.

Carolyn whispered, "Thanks, I love you," just loudly enough for everyone to hear.

Brent held my arm gently as we went upstairs. Once there, the magnitude of the organization needed hit me. Boxes of books and clothes practically filled our room and surrounded the walnut four post king sized bed I was so anxious to slide into. Although at least the bed had been made, probably by Donna, sometime during the day. I had placed our linens in a hall closet upstairs so they were easy to find. Brat tore through boxes looking for something to read me to sleep to and found "The Perks of Being a Wallflower," but I deemed that too adult for a twelve year old and switched her to "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn." I was shocked that she was not familiar with Twain, but I guess her education was about common for a sixth grader these days. I would not have known Twain at that age, either.

"Can I pick out something for you to wear tonight?" Brent asked.

"Brent! Sarah's here!" I exclaimed.

"I know," he said as he held out some comfy flannel pj's, a grin on his face that told me I had just been punked again. We kissed and I went to the bathroom to change. I sent Brat to her room to switch into pj's, wash her face, and brush her teeth. She was back before I came out, so I suspect her hygiene was a bit rushed and lacking. But, whatever. It was not worth arguing about and she had made some effort to work with me on respecting my authority as her guardian for the night.

We crawled under the cover. Brent tucked me in and gave me a nice long kiss good night, while Princess Bratface made belching noises. Then he returned to the raucous gathering down stairs. Sarah opened the book and began to read. She had some trouble with words due to Twain's use of the colloquial phrases and words. And several times I had to help her out, but she did just fine. She was offended by his use of the "N" word, and her offense made me proud. But I explained his history, and the history of the time, enough so that she understood he wasn't being racist. He was just pointing out what a racist place antebellum Missouri was.

A few chapters in, though, we began talking more about the book instead of reading it. Huck runs wild so much Sarah wondered where his parents were. This gave me a chance to explain that before they had the foster system, that is what happened to kids. Huck's mother was gone, and his father a drunk. But he was rich, so Tom's family took him in.

"So they just want him for the money?" she asked.

"No, they love him. You find that out later. Plus, Tom is just as rich so they don't really need his money. But, he probably had it easier money wise than most people his age at the time. And probably better than you and me before the Andersons took us in. Huck just didn't care about money, he cared about running wild."

"Do you ever worry about them?" Brat asked, closing the book.

"Who? Ron and Allison? Of course! We always worry about the people we love. But they are in great health and they're not old. I think they are only in their 40's. They don't drink, really, or do drugs. They should be just fine for a long, long, time."

"Do you know... Well, do you know if they have had any other kids?"

"Nope. Just you, me, and Brent. Why, darling?" I said, knowing that they had taken in a few emergency placements. But those kids were never supposed to stay more than a day or two until a family member came to get them, usually from out of state, and mentioning that to Sarah would have just muddied the water and confused her.

"Nothing. I was just wondering," she said in a near whisper as she stared off into space.

"You're wondering if they ever sent anyone back to the home, aren't you?" I asked softly.

"Yeah."

"I did, too. I went through I think four different foster families before them. And my mom would either get me back, or they would decide I was too much trouble and send me back to the group home. It always made me feel like, 'What is wrong with me? Why don't people like me?' and make me think that maybe I didn't deserve to be loved. Then, one day, I was at the home and they came by and introduced themselves. And a few hours later, I was at their house. I had my own bed, my own room, and a big brother that seemed okay, even if he did need a haircut, smelled sweaty and was too much of a jock for me. He cleaned up okay, though, and was good enough at math to get me through Algebra. In truth, he kinda grew on me." I smiled. "And that was my forever home. Do they still call it that? A 'forever home?'" I asked.

"Yeah, or a 'permanent home' or 'permanent placement.'Why did Miss Donna not keep you?"

"Well, she has had some rough times in her life, and made some bad choices, but don't you worry about that. We're family again now. But so are Ron and Allison. She always loved me, she just couldn't take care of me. But what you need to know is that now you have a forever home, too. Ron and Allison love you very, very, much. And so do Brent and I. So, if anyone ever tries to take you back to the home, they have to fight all of us to do it. Understand? And if Ron and Allison should ever not be able to keep you, which isn't going to happen, but even if it did, you would live with me and Brent. Understand? You don't have to be afraid of going back ever again." I said. "You're not going back there. Ever."

Brat didn't say anything, she just hugged and would not let go. We fell asleep with her arms around my neck. Sometime later, Brent laid on the other side of me, kissed me goodnight again, and fell into slumber himself. 

This probably paints a nice picture of domestic bliss, but that overlooks that I was under orders to drink two quarts of water in the afternoon, had a gigantic bag of saline solution hooked to me via IV earlier, and drank two more in the evening. Even though I was dehydrated earlier, I would spend this night getting up every couple of hours to go pee. So Brent had no more fallen asleep than I needed to crawl over him, waking him up with him pleasantly wondering why I was atop him, and getting to the bathroom as quickly as I could. After that, Brat slept between us so I could get out quicker.

Sometime around 3 am, I awoke again. The fluids had done wonders to clear the pressure and that slushy feeling out of my ear and my balance had returned. Unfortunately, so had my fever and the Tylenol was downstairs. I snuck out of bed, and though groggy, walked just fine and crept down the stairs with no problem. Since I could hear better now, and heard what sounded like conversation coming from the front room, I entered the kitchen through the dining room rather than going up the hall to the front of the house as I really didn't want to answer a lot of questions about what I was doing downstairs and how I felt. I flicked on the light, found the pills, filled my water bottle, and washed two down quickly. Then I heard conversation again from the front room and figured I might as well say 'Hi' while I was up. I flipped the light off and opened the door to find Amber in the dim light riding atop - I think - Reg. It's rather hard to identify a guy you just met earlier in the day from the bottom of his feet and his cock glistening with fuck juice from a high school friend. She rode up and down his shaft as they both groaned. The conversation I had heard was him muttering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," and her replying much the same.

Her red hair was flailing all over the place while their bodies thrashed around. His cock looked thick and long. Not as big as Brent's, but impressive nonetheless given my limited experience in such matters. It was clear that both were about to erupt and had no idea I was there. I considered staying to watch, but decided, well, that I'm not that big of a pervert! Had I not been somewhat surprised by the scene I wouldn't have watched the few seconds that I did.

I pulled the door shut and crept back up the stairs. I'm not a voyeur, but had to admit that seeing other people have sex was a turn on. I had seen Trisha with her several paramours in our dorm last fall, but that was always irritating due to what I perceived as the invasion of my space and her inconsideration. This was different. And since it was live it was better than any porn I had seen on the internet. I had innocently happened upon Reg and Amber and could choose to stay or not. Although I chose not to, I admit there was some moisture down there then and I was a little turned on as my mind wandered to the last time Brent and I had sex with me on top. It had been a while, and I would need to cure that soon. But not that night, I remembered. Brent would never go for it with me having been in the hospital less than twelve hours earlier. And, of course, Brat was still in our bed. I climbed in and went to sleep.

I did not sleep well as several times more I had to awaken to rush to the bathroom through the dark maze of boxes in our room, and each time thought about checking on the folks downstairs, but didn't.

Sometime around eight Brent was hovering over me saying "Wake up sleepy head!" in a voice much too chipper for that early.

"Ughhgrblil" which is as close as I could get to saying "good morning" at that moment, and I rolled over and went back to sleep.

"Come on, honey. Wake up. Carolyn has fixed breakfast for you! Time to get up and get moving!"

"Erblabh.. I slept horrible!" I murmured and tried to sleep again.

"Good morning, sugar! And happy birthday!"

"Shit," I thought. I had forgotten that again. I was now startled awake.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"About nine. I've been trying to wake you up every half hour for an hour now. How do you feel? Did you really sleep bad?"

"I feel... uh, sleepy. I had to get up every half hour to pee. Remind me to drink all that water earlier," I said as I lay there waking up. "Where is Sarah?"

"She's in the shower, Allison just got here. You hungry?"

"I feel, well, good. Sleepy, but good. I can hear you okay. I'm not about to throw up, and I feel, well, warm and cozy all over. Thats good, right?"

"Yeah, I think so. We'll take your temperature in a bit to make sure. Come on, Carolyn put breakfast in the oven to keep it warm," he smiled.

"Are you always going to be this chipper when you wake up before me?" I asked with a smile.

"Yep. Seeing you beside me makes me happy, and being happy makes me sound chipper," he replied with a smile.

"Well, I'm glad about that. But I suspect it will get annoying." I grinned as I lifted myself from bed.

"Well! I love you too!" He laughed.

"Oh, I love you! I'm stupid crazy in love with you! I just show it differently at eight in the morning!" I grinned.

"Its nine, honey." He grinned.

I was running late so I barely had time to say 'Good morning' to everyone, wolf down breakfast, which was delicious, dive through the shower, do my make up and jump into a conservative, but form fitting, knee length sweater dress in dark red, black hose, and matching low heels. Everyone was in a hurry so instead of wearing my hair up as I had planned, I just pulled it back and put it in an dark green scrunchie. I looked cute, and pretty, if I do say so myself. Brent seemed happy with the look based on the smile as he walked in the room for the umpteenth time to check on me, before scolding me to drink more water and again checking that I both felt okay and had taken my meds. Finally, we took my temperature. It was normal, so that was good.

With that, we were off and arrived at church just a few minutes before the service began. Brent and I rode alone, him driving of course, and Brat rode with Ron, Allison, and the Watsons. Donna rode with Carolyn and met us there while her brothers rode with Trish and Amber, all of whom seemed very tired this morning. The church's sign had been changed to read "Congratulations Jessica and Brent," which was nice, I guess, but Donna was quick to remind me that it was still acceptable to call me "Jessica" if she wanted to since the church clearly thought that was my name. I didn't really mind. I was just used to being known as Jessie.

It occurred to me at that moment that I began being known as Jessie when I had moved to the Andersons. And then because that was what Brent had called me since the day we first met. I suppose that was why I preferred it. And that should have been a clue over the last couple of years as to how I had felt about my now husband all that time. Oh well, too late to worry about a sign now that everyone had read it. And if Donna wanted to call me by the name she had given me, it really wasn't my right to tell her not to. I could just smile and be glad she had lived through all her trials to call me anything at all.

We took up a pew towards the back. Sarah demanded to sit between Ron and Allison rather than with Brent and me, causing Allison to both smile and give me a knowing and appreciative glance upon Sarah voicing her demand. I just smiled back. I had not had the opportunity in the rush to talk to Allison and tell her about the conversation with Sarah. But from her behavior she just knew that I had, and we both knew it had worked. Princess Bratface was clingy and emotionally needy still, but too adorable for any of that to annoy anyone. And she was clinging to Allison and Ron with happiness exuding from her, rather than fear. 

The service was blessedly short. Following the usual prayer, songs, reading, etcetera, the minister gave a short sermon about the dangers of bearing false witness through gossip and repeating rumors that they did not know if there was any truth behind. It too was short, I imagine because the NFL playoffs were on that afternoon, or because it was cold and dreary and everyone just wanted to go home.

Finally, during announcements, the Pastor noted that many in the church had prayed for my recovery following the wreck. He announced that I was recovered from my injuries, out of the hospital at last, and back at church today. He continued that Brent, being a smart young man, decided to not wait another day to marry me, and that I had accepted and then introduced us as a married couple. Finally, to those offended that they had not gotten an invitation, he said that we had a small ceremony for family and would be having a church wedding in the spring and that everyone should continue to pray for us as we begin this great adventure in life.

One more song, one more closing prayer and we were out. The Pastor stopped at our pew as the acolytes led him out and asked us to join him at the doors of the church shaking peoples hands as they left. Which meant for the next half hour we stood and greeted folks. Some we knew well. Others we met for the first time. Finally one old prude announced loud enough for all to hear that all this time she thought we were brother and sister. That gave me a chance to explain, again, loud enough for all to hear, that no we were not although Ron and Allison had been kind enough to take us both in when we were in need. Hopefully, that would put an end to that nonsense. But I doubted it. There were several churches in our small town and I wasn't about to visit all of them just to quell the gossips.

"I am so glad that's over!" I exclaimed as I climbed into the truck with Brent's assistance.

"I know what you mean," Brent said when he got in. "That was, well, uncomfortable to say the least. Who was that bitch, anyway?"

"No idea. Probably just a nosy old prude that thinks everyone should be more like her and lives in fear that someone, somewhere, is actually happy." I grinned. We couldn't get out of there fast enough.

"I love you, Brent," I said as we drove out of the parking lot.

"I love you, too. It really feels like we're married now, doesn't it? I mean, I know that sounds like, well, like I thought this was not real or something, that's not what I mean, I..."

"I understand. It feels like we're almost caught up to where we should be. Our marriage is public knowledge now. Announced to the world. Except..." I didn't finish my sentence as we drove off and towards the interstate to meet up with everyone at a restaurant I liked for my birthday.

"Except what, honey?" He finally bit on the bait I had put in the water.

"Except, well, I always figured when when we got married we would make love every night, morning and evening and we've been married for eight days now, and we've only done it once. Brent, this afternoon I need you to fuck me 24 times. Its the only way we'll ever catch up." I grinned.

"Not until you're better. But then, yeah, I'll do my best, Mrs. Anderson!"

"Well, if we take it easy it will be okay. I feel a lot better today. So maybe just once or twice? I don't want you to get any further behind on your husband duties." I grinned.

"We'll see. Dr. Riley was happy you got some exercise the night before last, wasn't he?" Brent grinned.

"Why, yes, he was!" I laughed, "And he did refer to it as 'exercise' didn't he? If people don't exercise they get out of shape and grow big fat butts. You don't want me to get a big fat butt do you Brent? You always talk about how nice my butt is. If you really loved me you would make sure I get enough exercise so my butt doesn't get big. You love me, don't you?"

"You can rationalize anything can't you?" Brent laughed.

"It's a talent." I grinned.

"Are you always horny?" He smirked.

"It's a gift." I giggled.

We went to one of my favorite places; an Asian place on the west side of town where there is usually a wait for tables. But apparently Ron, Allison or Donna had called in a reservation so we were seated immediately in a private dining area. Lunch was wonderful and, in keeping with Dr. Riley's instructions, I drank tons of fluids with it. I felt like I was going to slosh when I walked.

Since my birthday is so close to Christmas, and since Ron and Allison spoiled all their kids rotten, gifts were difficult to select. So it was all gift cards for clothing stores, except for one from Donna for my favorite book seller. Carolyn had stayed up baking and decorating a cake. I was beginning to wonder if there was anything she couldn't do. The restaurant was happy to serve it to us, and the wait staff sang their version of "Happy Birthday" to me, which I, like everyone else in the world, always hate.

"So what are you going to do this afternoon?" Sarah asked.

"Well, you saw all the boxes. I guess I'm going to put away books and clothes. How about you?"

"Ha!" Brent scoffed, "We didn't let you lift a finger yesterday and you ended up in the ER. You really think you're going to get to do any physical labor today?"

"Well, it's got to be done!" I exclaimed.

"Well, I can do it. Why don't you just relax?"

"Yeah, why not kick back, watch the game," Reg said, I think hoping that by doing so it would give Kevin and he more time with Amber and Trish.

"Uhhh, 'cause I don't care who wins but I do care about my books and clothing?" I grinned.

"Seriously Jessica, you need to take it easy. Don't make me call Dr. Riley," Donna said with a smile.

"Yeah, about that. He seemed to know you pretty well, Mom. Is there something we need to talk about?" I giggled.

"Well, maybe later. Not right now," she replied, totally busted, as everyone smirked. "But Brent is right. Why don't you go shopping and let him do that stuff. Or just put it off until later in the week?"

"Because I start school, and it needs to be done?"

"I start school, too!" Princess Brat exclaimed, clearly implying that my first priority should be spending time with her.

"And you aren't even registered. You have to fill out your schedule card first. So we can do that, too," Carolyn offered.

"Okay, okay! I shall live in a maze of boxes, tripping in the dark, stubbing my toes and perhaps breaking my neck. You guys win. Sarah, why don't us girls go hit the bookstore, then you can help Carolyn and me fill out my paperwork?"




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 13



"That would be awesome!" She yelped, "I may not see you again until next weekend!"

"Why? School doesn't start until Wednesday, does it?"

"Yes, but we need to get Miss Sarah to the salon and the mall to spruce up her winter wardrobe before then," said Allison, "I just don't know if we'll have time for it all."

"Well, great. After the bookstore, let's hit the mall, okay Brat?"

"Okay!" She grinned.

"Can I ask something?" Mrs. Watson said, "Are you folks all always this fun to be around?"

"Except when birthday girl is grumpy," Ron said with a laugh.

"Hey! That's mean!" I exclaimed. "Don't make me look bad in front of Mr. and Mrs. Watson!"

"She's never grumpy anyway," Amber allowed. "Just don't get her mad. She has to change boots when she gets mad."

Everyone laughed except the Watsons, who weren't in on the joke. "I'll explain it later," Carolyn told them.

After lunch, we said our goodbyes to the Watsons. I hated to see them go without spending more time getting to know them. They seemed like such nice people, and their daughter was so much like them. Reg and Kevin took off with Amber and Trish. Supposedly it was to help them move some furniture, but I suspected the only movement would be up and down on the furniture. Amber mentioned while we were briefly alone that both felt really bad about having pressured Carolyn to take Steven back. So, with that, it appeared that Steven was to bother her no more. Both Reg and Kevin could be physically intimidating if they wanted to be, I think. And the way they doted on "Nag" told me they would come running all the way from Ohio if she ever asked them to.

Brent and Ron went to the house. And Donna departed us to get ready for work, leaving Carolyn, Sarah, Allison and me to hit first the bookstore and then the mall. Sarah and I were like kids in a candy store at the bookseller. Allison and Carolyn were more in their element at the salon and mall. By the end of the day, we had wore poor Brat out and she didn't argue about going home. While Brat was getting her hair done, I was able to catch Allison up on our conversation from last night. After assuring her that Huck Finn had brought the subject of lonely children up, not me, she was quite happy with my efforts. She, too, had noticed a change in how Sarah had acted today. That she wasn't afraid anymore and was with confidence attaching herself emotionally to Ron and Allison.

All in all, it was a wonderful day. Brat hugged my neck and got a promise I would see her before school started back and left without whining. Carolyn went to her side of the duplex to get her registration materials, and I entered my new home to find curtains hung on the windows, and even better, all the boxes empty and clothing put away. Even the dishes from last night and that morning were done. I also found an adorable husband sacked out on our bed napping.

"Hey, sleepy! I can't believe you got everything done!"

Brent cracked one eye open and said with a smile "Well, Dad and I figured if we didn't, you would try to."

"You figured right. You must be exhausted."

"Nah, I'm fine. We got done about a half hour ago. Dad just left a few minutes before you guys pulled in. I had just stretched out. How are you feeling?"

"Water logged, but only one more quart today!" I grinned. "But good, really good. No dizziness. No stuffiness. No queasy wanna vomitness. I feel, well as good as I've felt in ages."

"So what do you want to do tonight? Watch a movie or something?"

"Hmm, I promised Carolyn I would fill out my class schedule and registration stuff, but that shouldn't take but maybe an hour. We could order pizza and snuggle if you like,"

"That beats cooking." He grinned.

A gentle knock at the door told me Carolyn was back. So I grabbed the registration packet off the dresser and went to greet her. Sure enough, it took two hours to complete. But we were able to schedule most of our classes together, and one with Brent, who also lacked a few humanities courses. One other I was on my own for, but it was in the history department so I wasn't worried about having a study partner for it. I could have filled it out in fifteen minutes, but we spent the rest of the time talking about how well things had gone for her yesterday. Well, until I collapsed, and how much Reg and Kevin had enjoyed their visit.

"I wasn't sure who was going to end up with Amber and who was going to end up with Trish when I went to sleep last night, but when I came downstairs at 3am I think Amber and Reg were on the fold out," I commented. 

"Well, Reg and Trish started out in my spare room, but when I went to wake everyone up before the folks arrived, Kevin and Trish were there, so I think, well, there's a good chance they all ended up, well...."

"With everyone?" I smiled, disturbed and delighted at the sordidness of it all.

"You two must think my family is a bunch of man sluts." Carolyn blushed.

"No, all men are man sluts," Brent laughed.

"Oh really, Brent?" I asked.

"Yes, Brent, really? All men ya say?" Carolyn laughed.

"Well,... shit. You know what I mean!" Brent exclaimed.

"Yes. You mean all men are horrible libertines, with the morals of alley cats, seeking only to breed as much as possible with no thought as to the lives they destroy. Right, Carolyn?" I said in a faux southern belle accent while fanning myself.

"Oh my word, exactly. They are horrible wicked things. You should totally avoid them, Jessie. You shouldn't even sleep in the same house as one. They might try something! Allison will let us move in with her, right? Oh no! We can't! Ron is there!"

"You mean, Brent, my husband? He would try to, to, to soil my virtue?"

"They are all man sluts. You heard him, Jessie. You don't think Brent would lie to you, do you? He always seemed so honest. I mean, for a man. And besides, I've heard that men aren't like regular people. They have things that poke out of them and get all throbby. It's gross!"

We could not keep it up and broke out laughing, Brent included.

The pizza arrived and we all adjoined to the couch to veg in front of the flat screen that had come with the rest of the furnishings. I snuggled up next to Brent and pulled a comforter over us, and generally relaxed and drank my last quart of the day. We chatted for an hour or two, and made plans to run to campus in the morning to get me registered. Mostly, we continued to chat about how free Carolyn was, and she got us up to date on her romantic situation. Since Rick, my previous doctor, was now moved out of state she was single and looking forward to school starting so she could see what was out there, but wasn't too anxious to get committed again. Both Brent and I thought this was healthy. She needed to date around some and I assured her there were plenty of single men on campus and in the area. Brent suggested that the frat had a chapter on campus and that might be a good place to start. Both Carolyn and I gave him stares that said it wouldn't be.

"See, the thing is, for two years, over two years, I've dated one guy, and until 6 months or so ago I thought he was the one. I got burned. I'm not really looking to settle into a relationship like that again. I just want, well, I just want to be like your friends for a while. Well, maybe not just like them. And then I want to find that guy and, well, be like you two." She grinned.

"Hmmm, so maybe it's not just the men," Brent mumbled.

"What's that, honey?" I asked sternly.

"Oh, nothing." He smiled.

"That's what I thought." I giggled with Carolyn joining me.

"I can't catch a break between the two of you can I?" he asked.

"Nope," Carolyn and I replied in unison.

Life was so happy that night, and would continue to be.

Carolyn excused herself quite early and left Brent and me on the couch. We snuggled and whispered sweet nothings to each other, completely enjoying our first night alone in our new home, then he had to get serious on me.

"So, what Carolyn was talking about, being single... Do you regret, you know..."

"Huh? Do I regret what?"

"You know, I mean, well, you never had that single woman on campus experience. Like her, and Amber and Trish and, well, most everyone that ever went to college."

"Nope."

"Really? You don't think about what you gave up by marrying me?"

"Of course not! I didn't give up anything! Look, everyone is looking for that perfect mate to spend their life with. That's all that dating is about ultimately. I got lucky. I found mine early. So I'm sure they're having fun and all, but do any of them have someone who would stand by them after all I put you through? Do any of them look at the guy they're with and just, well, just know that they're perfect for them? I wouldn't trade what we have, and the life we're going to have for all of that. Besides, Trisha always, well, it just seems like she's looking for someone to love her. But all she finds is someone to have sex with and while she has fun in the moment, she always somehow seems sad about her romantic life. I know I can have sex. I can probably pick about anyone to have sex with. What I have is someone I love, and who loves me. Look, maybe finding someone is more important to us, maybe we value the whole family thing more, you know, because we didn't have it growing up really. But so what? That's who we are, and I wouldn't change anything about you. You're perfect for me, even if you are a man slut," I finished with a snicker.

"I'm not a man slut! You know that! Geez!"

"I know, but you're fun to tease," I said as I kissed him on the cheek. "Come on, lets go to bed and act like old married people."

"How do old married people act?"

"Not sure. I think it involves fucking." I grinned as I stood and walked to the stairs. "You coming?" I smiled.

"Not yet. We haven't even started." He grinned.

Brent followed me up the stairs and when I got to the top landing I turned and asked "Are you still checking out my ass?"

"Well, yeah. I am."

"Good!"

"I'm thinking 'great'. You have a great ass!" He smirked.

"Thanks. You want to pick out something for me to wear tonight again?" I asked once we got to our bedroom.

Brent reached behind me and found the zipper on the back of the dress. "I'm thinking nothing. Does 'nothing' work for you?"

"Yeah. That should work just fine," I said as our lips merged and he tugged the zipper down. Soon, the dress was at my ankles and I peeled the hose off while looking at him and smiling.

"I thought you wore stockings all the time."

"Well, I think they are sexier. It's kinda hard to feel sexy in pantyhose, but I don't have to worry about them falling down when I walk into church, or showing weird lines from the garter belt under my dress. Sorry, not really a sexy way to take them off," I explained as I tossed them aside, now in just my bra and panties. "Hope that's not too much of a turn off." I smirked.

"I think I can manage." Brent smiled, he was down to his boxers himself, and I reached behind me to unhook my bra.

"Here, let me," he said as he gently pulled me close and kissed me while he deftly unhooked it. I stepped back just enough to pull the straps from my arms and let it fall to the floor, exposing my perky C cup girls to his view. Still he looked in my eyes, as I slowly drowned in his.

Brent took my hand and stepped to the bed where we both sat. Soon our lips were entwined as he caressed my flesh and I explored his with my hands. In truth, I wasn't dripping wet and burning with excitement physically, but I was never more in love. It seemed that each moment we spent together made me love Brent more, and I knew the physical arousal his touch would bring.

His lips left mine as he caressed my body and made a trail down my neck to my collar bone. Now the arousal was physical. He always knew just how to touch me and where to kiss me to ignite the fires within. I leaned my head back and just enjoyed his lips touching my skin, the warmth of his breath upon me, and his hand now tenderly massaging my breast.

His lips made their way to my breast and he gently sucked and licked one, swirling his tongue around the stiff nip he found there, while he firmly but gently massaged the other. My breath increased its pace as my lust rose. I laid back on the bed to give Brent, my husband, my lover and my best friend, access to my most private places that I now wanted to share with him.

Our passion was not rushed. Brent's tender exploration of my flesh had no time limit. He touched me everywhere, as if studying each inch of my skin, memorizing it, learning anew how it reacted to his touch, his caress and his lips before moving on to a place nearby. We reveled in this slow pace. I closed my eyes and just laid back, relaxed, waiting for his next embrace or taste of my body.

My body reacted to his love, the fire growing within me. Soon I could wait no more and became active in my pursuit of pleasure. As Brent slowly kissed his way across my tummy, I rolled over to face him and slid down the bed until we were side by side. Our mouths merged in passion as my hand slid down his rock hard abs and found his engorged cock. It was warm in my hand, and was so hard as to intimidate me. I could not wait for it to invade my then dripping pussy.

I stroked it firmly and looked my beloved in the eyes. My hot breath was on his face as he let out the quietest of moans. I then, again, attacked his lips with my own with such passion that he rolled to his back to accept my kiss.

As much as I loved it when he eats me, and as much as I craved sucking the hot slimy jism from his cock, I needed him in me. Now.

I threw one leg over him and sat atop the steely abs I had admired only minutes before, my wet cunt upon his skin there. My fingertips found his shoulders and ever so gently I raked my fingernails across them from his back to his pecs as my eyes were locked on his. When my hand reached where our bodies met I lifted my hips up just a bit, leaned forward and moved down until his erect member met the wet lips of my drenched snatch.

I gasped as I slid down upon his shaft, at first convinced, as usual, that it would never fit. Somehow, through my wetness it always had, and this time it did as well, forcing my delicate inner flesh apart as it filled my now steaming wet vagina.

Once I had taken in all I could, I tried to relax if only to become once again comfortable with this vulgar, beautiful, monster that was invading me, but my body had different ideas. My pussy spasmed a few times, squeezing his cock as hard as it could and causing us both to gasp at the pleasure this sensation brought.

Soon, my hot, fuck cavern relented and gave me control of myself back, but so great was the joy at feeling myself grasp at the thickness of his cock, I had to try it again, and again. I began to grind my hips against him, moving them in a slow figure eight motion, as my pussy inhaled more and more of his generous meat.

Finally, my clit found a perch against his pubic bone. He was as far in me as I could take in this position. I rocked slowly back and forth, then returned to grinding my hips, each movement causing me a different, but equally sensational, jolt of pleasure through my clit and stretched vag. Sweat dripped from me as my pulse raced, my eyes closed and my hot breath panted from me. I moaned uncontrollably, and Brent did much the same.

Brent began fucking me as best he could from below. This brought even more pleasure to me and ecstasy was approaching fast. I began sliding up and down his cock by rocking my hips forward and back. Brent's hands were crawling all over me, caressing my tits, gently pinching my nipples, and sliding down my sides to cup my ass and spread me further apart as I rode his cock with abandon.

I was out of my head with lust, passion and desire. My love for Brent was overwhelming. I only existed in that moment to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him forever. I wanted to fuck him and be all he wanted in a woman. I wanted only to please him. I squeezed his cock as hard as my muscles down there would let me, and in doing so, as I slid down his cock on one deep thrust, and his raised his hips shoving even more of his throbbing hot cock into me, we came as one.

As the sweet release of my orgasm cascaded over me in an instant, it exploded from the pits of my abdomen and spread its euphoria to every nerve in my body. I felt the rhythmic swelling of his cock as he pumped his copious semen into my womb.

My body clenched up. My pussy grasped him involuntarily and spasmed as he contorted his own body then, as out of control as I was. We both made noises unheard before as we expressed our climax in terms language could not express.

I don't know how long I came or Brent did. I don't remember clearly laying on top of him, his arms around me as we kissed and tasted each other. I just know that when I thought clearly again, my breasts were pressed against his chest, my knees and calves laid on either side of him and my arms hands were on his shoulders as we kissed. Brent's arms were around me holding me gently, but firmly, as we returned to earth. 

I could feel my heart beating, and his as well. His chest rose and fell as he breathed, and I rose and fell laying atop him. We must have laid like that for ten minutes or so. Neither speaking, neither wishing to leave that perfect moment. I could have slept like that. I really could, I thought.

"You're the most wonderful woman," Brent whispered.

"Mmmmm," I hummed as I planted a kiss on his neck. My breath tickled him just a bit, I think, and he turned to return my affection. It was time for me to dismount. I did so as ladylike as I could, but just sort of straightening my legs out and rolling off beside him as his now soft cock fell from me with a heavy coating of our mixed love goo coating it.

"I have the most wonderful man. I'm so glad we're together. I feel sorry for everybody else," I whispered as I lay my head on his shoulder, perfectly sated. I wanted to fuck Brent all night but didn't need to. My body was satisfied, and given his now soft state, his too. My heart was satisfied as well. I had given my love to Brent, and he had given his to me. It was perfect and symmetrical, balanced as it should be.

I could not recall a time when we had both climaxed at the same instant. We certainly had come close before (Yeah, I know, bad pun, but I'm leaving it in because there's no other way to say it that I can think of) but only because his orgasm had triggered mine, or mine his. Tonight, it has just happened, and was perfectly natural.

I fell asleep resting in his arms.

I awoke sometime later, on my side, on the verge of cumming again, as he thrust his rigid cock into me from behind. He had been spooning me, I would learn when the urge overcame him and his hard dick took control. Knowing I would not mind, he had turned me just enough towards my tummy for my legs to open, and dove right in to the creamy wetness that was my cum drenched pussy. His cock massaged my G spot with every stroke and his hand massaged my breast as I awoke, confused for a few seconds, but not alarmed. I began involuntarily rocking my hips back and forth and in a few moments after I awoke. A most wonderful tingling began in my womb and spread throughout me. I was cumming again.

My pussy, in its fever, clamped down on his invading cock, causing him to groan, drop his hand to my hip to hold my convulsing, shaking body in place as he fucked me hard and deep.

Each stroke of his cock made me cum harder and I was crying out at the pleasure he brought me. Finally he pushed deep, squeezed his hand tight on my hip, and came with a guttural groan that I was sure alerted the neighbors to our activities. For the second time that night, he drained his balls into my jism hungry cunt.

He held us like that for maybe half a minute, then relaxed, pumped his cock into me a few more times, then when too soft to do so anymore pulled himself from me as I rolled onto my back into his waiting arm.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 14



Welcome to Epilogue III/Chapter 14, or as I like to call it, "Return of the Jedi".... wait, that doesn't sound right. Anyway, you might want to read the preceding chapters lest you be lost. Unless you like being lost, some people are into that. I don't judge. This started out as a project to vent a few sexy stories, and has become more of a novella. Entering in the middle of it would probably be frustrating. It is a quasi memoir, the names and locales have been changed and some parts embellished. Okay, in the epilogues a lot has been embellished. I am still enjoying writing it, so will continue until I no longer do. I truly appreciate any feed back, as I think most folks that post on here do. I also appreciate that you are taking the time to read it, especially you folks that started last summer at the beginning. 

Finally, another shout out to my editor, Tangentjoker. If you don't read his stories you are missing out, especially the one involving the minister (hint hint, that one needs to be continued! just sayin'). The other series I am writing should begin soon, but writing these chapters has distracted me from it. It is easier to write for developed characters than ones I still need to develop and it is easier to write about things I know and embellish rather than things I just make up. I would have thought it the other way around. Oh well, enjoy! 

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I remembered when I was in sixth grade, I had a teacher who had taken her husband to the doctor for some supposedly simple tests. I never heard what nor would I have understood at that time. When they got home, the phone was ringing. It was the hospital telling her to bring him right back and not to say why. When they arrived, as he walked across the lobby - as the story went - a vessel in his brain had ruptured and he was dead before he hit the floor. This was the first thing I thought of when my mother Donna knocked so early Monday morning with my doctor, her apparent boyfriend, in tow behind her.

"Jessica, we need to talk," she said, and the blood drained from my face with fear over that memory. Only something truly threatening would have brought her and my physician over unexpectedly like this so recently after I had been hospitalized for the second time following the wreck that had left me in a coma. I feared the worse. That was the only explanation I could imagine.

"What's wrong?"

"May we come in, Jessica?" Dr. Riley politely asked.

"Of course, of course. What's wrong?"

"We, well, I need to talk to you, and there hasn't been a good time, but.." Donna said, as she looked to Dr. Riley for guidance. "Well, let's sit down and I'll try to explain it all."

We sat on the couch and the initial fear began to alleviate, but was replaced with a sense of impending doom.

"Where is Brent?"

"He's still asleep. Should I get him? Is everything okay?"

"No, no, for now, let him sleep. I think I'd rather talk to you alone for now, if that's alright."

"Sure, I mean, if it's something that affects me, though... Well, we have no secrets."

"Oh, well, I just hate to,,," She looked at Dr. Riley and asked, "Where should I begin?"

"I'd start a little over three years ago," he thoughtfully said, "Then go back further. But, well that's what I would..."

"No, that's probably best. Jessica, I was a terrible parent and a lousy mom. I'm so happy to be part of your life again. I don't deserve to be but, well, I've told you all that. I hope you have forgiven me," she said quickly in a near whisper, as if it hurt her to say it. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Mom, that's okay. It's water under the bridge. We can't change the past. And if it wasn't for all that stuff, well, I wouldn't be who I am, and with Brent, or... Well, it's over with. We need to just move on."

"I know, I know. But I've been needing to tell you some things about the last few years and there hasn't been a good time. Every time I made up my mind to, well, something would come up and, well, I need to tell you now. Before anything else comes up." She took a deep breath and I could have sworn Dr. Riley cracked a smile for just a second. Like he heard an inside joke no one else was privy to.

"So, you know I got arrested, and why,.. and why I lost you. You know all that. And you know I dedicated myself to fixing what was wrong with me. And somehow earning a relationship, some kind of, well, any kind of relationship back with you. But you need to know how, I guess. When I was in jail it was like a six month detox. I came out drug and alcohol free for the first time in years. I had no place to live, I didn't know where you were. I had about twenty dollars to my name, the office address of a probation officer, and a flyer from AA I grabbed on the way out of the jail. I had been to a few meetings over the years when judges made me, but I didn't believe it. I wasn't a junkie or an alcoholic. I could stop if I wanted to. I just didn't want to. That was how I thought. But once I was dry, I could see that every problem in my life went back to it. I had hit rock bottom. So I called the AA hotline from the phone in the lobby of the jail. They were nice enough to come get me. I went to my first real meeting and a nice lady there that night took pity and let me stay in a spare room she had until I got back on my feet. I went to meetings every night. I got a sponsor, and he helped me get into an inpatient program. Unlike before, this time I took it seriously, I had to fix myself. I had, uh, messed up and lost you and I couldn't go on like that. So this time I worked the steps and worked them hard. My sponsor saw how serious I was. Then he helped me find a job and a school that I could get a two year RN degree from. He helped me study. He took care of me emotionally when I thought it was all too much. He gave me the occasional butt kicking about school, life, and sobriety when I needed it, and helped me work the steps. When I was having trouble with anatomy and pharmacology, he was there making me learn it. When it came time to apply for my license and take my boards, he went to bat for me. He got his friends that knew me to do so as well and got the board to overlook my past so I could actually be a nurse. Well, so, we, uh..." her voice tapered off.

"We became very close," Dr. Riley finished for her. "Yeah, I'm an alcoholic. I haven't drank in 23 years, since college, but I work the steps everyday."

Donna reached over and took his hand. "So, yes, in answer to your question yesterday, Mike and I are involved, and we have been for almost two years now. He is the only man I've seen since, well, then. Other than you, he's the most important person in my life, I should have told you this when you woke up, but the time never seemed right. I didn't want to talk about it all in front of everyone yesterday. It seemed like something I, well, we, should tell you privately. It wasn't a coincidence when the wreck happened I had them fly you to his hospital. In fact, he was the one that ordered the helicopter there."

"That's wonderful! I was scared you two came here to tell me you found something on my x-ray and I was about to die or something! I'm so happy for you!" I beamed.

"Why would you think that? Didn't you believe me at the ER Saturday?" Dr. Riley asked.

"No, no! I mean, yes, I did! I just, well, you both being here startled me!"

"Sorry, that wasn't what we intended." He grinned. "Donna, you should tell her the rest."

"Well, uh, Jessica, I, well, like I said, I was a terrible parent to you. And I know you say it's water under the bridge and all that, but well, it isn't now, well, because something is, uh..."

"Is something wrong? Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes! I'm fine! Better than fine! I'm in the best health of my life! It's just..."

"Well, stop scaring me! I thought you had a tumor or something. None of that old stuff matters. You and I are family and always will be. I'm over all that. Please, don't ever bring it up again."

"Uhhh, I don't have a tumor, no, but I do have an, ummmm, unanticipated growth," she said.

"Oh no! What, is there anything they can do?" I asked Dr. Riley. I knew nothing about medicine, but "Unanticipated growth" didn't sound good to me.

"Well," he snickered, "the usual course of treatment is wait nine and a half months and it will come out by itself."

"Wait... you're pregnant?" I asked as Donna reached into her purse and pulled out what appeared to be a glossy black and white photo, but was actually an ultrasound printout. Donna was 38 or 39, so still within her childbearing years. But this was, well, completely out of the blue.

I literally screamed with joy! I shouted how happy I was for her, me, and the world. I was jumping up and down and stomping my feet as I sat on the sectional. This news just elated me. If I had wings I would have flown away and as it was the brightness in the early morning light must have doubled from my smile alone.

"This is your little brother," she grinned, handing me the printout. "We just found out and got back the amniocentesis test this morning. I knew I needed to tell you as soon as we knew. He's perfectly healthy and should be here in five to six months." Donna smiled. Her eyes were wet with tears. "I had just found out I was pregnant a day or two before the crash, but, well that wasn't the time to tell you at the restaurant. And when I told Mike, uh..."

"I proposed on the spot. I should have before then." He smiled.

My mother had never been married, at least not to my knowledge. And while I absorbed all this, Brent came bounding down the stairs and Carolyn came running through the front door, both summoned by my screams.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" Their words mingled as they accessed the situation.

"Brent!" I nearly shouted, "You're going to be an uncle! No! Wait! You're going to be a brother!" I laughed. "Carolyn, you're going to be an aunt or something, I don't know!"

"Huh?"

I showed him the ultrasound, and in his shock of half sleep it took a moment to register. When it did, he grinned as big as I had ever seen him.

"That's great Donna! You must be..."

"Over the moon?" Carolyn suggested.

"Yeah, over the moon happy," Brent said.

"Do you two always come running when Jessica yells?" Donna asked.

"Well, I didn't know what was going on." Carolyn smiled.

"She yells, I come running. Always." Brent said.

"Oh, she has him so well trained, doesn't she?" Carolyn asked Donna.

"I have to say, I'm impressed," Donna quipped. "Oh, and I said, 'Yes.' In case you're wondering."

"'Yes?'" I asked, then remembered that Dr. Riley had said a minute or two before that he proposed. "Really? Thats wonderful! Oh, I'm so happy for you both." I said as I threw my arms around my mother. "When is the wedding?" I finally asked.

"This afternoon. That's why we came by. To see if you would be my Maid of Honor. That's why I had to tell you all this today. I was worried it might upset you, but..."

"Why would it upset me? Why would you think that?"

"Well, because... Uh, Carolyn, Brent, could you excuse us a minute?"

"Sure," they both said and then stepped out onto the porch still in their PJs.

"Because I was so bad with you, I didn't want you to think you weren't every bit as important as, well, as the baby. You are. You know I love you. I've never stopped loving you. And, well, I'm in a position to do a lot better this time around and..."

"You thought I would be jealous of a baby? Are you on drugs?" I laughed.

"Well, not anymore, but I was. You deserved better. You know it, I know it, and I'm glad you got it. But I was a fuck up and I'm sorry. I just, well, I just wanted you to know how I felt and I was scared you might be mad now that things are going okay, that... Well, look, I'm expanding my family, not replacing it. Does that make sense?"

"Yes. I love you, too." I smiled. "Is it cold outside?" I asked abruptly.

"A little chilly. Why?" Dr. Riley replied.

"Well, we just sent my husband and my best friend out in just their pajamas and I don't want them to freeze." I giggled as I went to the door and told them to come back in.

"So why this afternoon? I mean, is there something special about today?" I asked.

"Well, we're both off work. And since I wanted to tell you about your brother as soon as we got the ultrasound and amnio back, well, it just was the first chance we had."

"I thought Dr. Riley asked you a couple months ago. Is there something special about today?"

"Well first, call me 'Mike', and second, we were going to get married on New Years Day. But you and your husband decided to get married the night before and this was the first day we have both been off all day since," Dr. Riley said.

"Well, you could have anyway!" I exclaimed.

"Jessie, I am never, ever, ever going to take the spotlight away from you. That was your time. It's not a big deal for us to wait a few days," Donna said.

"So, are you going to quit work after the baby? Do you have a name yet?" I asked.

"No. I told Mike I would never let myself be dependant upon someone else again. And well, you understand, don't you Mike?" she said meekly, asking him to confirm this.

"Yes, of course. The hospital offers a pretty good family leave package for maternity. Of course I can't take full advantage of it because I have to see to my patients, but Donna can. Then, after that, we'll find day care and..."

"You'll do no such thing. My little brother isn't going to stay with strangers. I'll just arrange my courses next fall so I can take care of him while you're at work," I declared.

"Oh, I can't ask you to do that. I would..." was all Donna could get out before I interrupted,

"Hush. You're right. You can't ask because I'm telling you. And you don't need to ask because I'm volunteering." I smiled. I figured, based on the time line of five and a half to six and a half months the baby would come after the spring semester and before the fall, so arranging my schedule around Donna's weird work hours would be easy.

"But Brent doesn't want you to... Well, he doesn't want his wife to, you know, you're newlyweds! You're supposed to be enjoying life, not taking care of our child, I don't want you to have to..."

"Mom," Brent said, and startled us all by referring to Donna that way, "Really, he should stay with us, not a daycare. We're family. Ron once said we weren't like other families. But, what was it he said Jessie? In Orlando? About folks that might look at us askew? Oh yeah, 'Fuck 'em.' We're happy to help. Because that's what family does. Besides, when we get out of school, Jessie and I want to have a bunch of babies and we need the practice. And you two, well, three, are going to be there to help us then. Jessie's little brother should be with family. So don't argue with my wife anymore. Okay, Mom?" he concluded with a smirk.

I had never wanted to jump Brent's bones as much as I did at that moment. No matter what else this day brought, that night I was going to do something so profoundly sexual for him as a tribute to how much I loved him right then that I had not imagined it yet. 

"Sounds like that's settled then," Dr. Riley said under his breath.

A long silence gripped the room as we all expressed glee on our faces. Finally Donna broke the silence.

"Jessie, there's one other thing."

"What's that?" I beamed.

"Well, it's about your father," she said.

"Ron? What about Ron?" I couldn't imagine what she had to say about Ron truthfully. I knew she and Allison had become close. But she and Ron, well, I could not remember them ever even talking.

"No, not Ron. Uh, your, uh, other father. The one you've never met."

I realized at once who she was talking about. The one that had gotten her pregnant nineteen years before with me and then dumped her. The one that had never had anything to do with me.

"I only have one father. His name is Ron. He's a dentist. His wife is your friend, Allison. No other father ever wanted me." I said, the anger in my voice showing.

"I... I thought that is how you would feel. I feel the same. Well, I hope you and Mike can grow close, too, of course." She smiled at Dr. Riley, then continued. "But, anyway, let me finish. Your wreck got a lot of publicity, as you might imagine. Apparently, your father..."

"He's not my father! He might be my biological history, but he's not my father. Don't call him that, he doesn't deserve it. He didn't raise me. You and Allison and Ron did. He doesn't deserve to be called my father. Ron does. He's the man that was there for me since he knew me. That accepted me and all my weirdness no questions asked. That loved me unconditionally. He's the one that dried my tears, took care of me, gave me a place to live, and took me to school, and the library and track practice and church and made sure I brushed my teeth and flossed and had clothes to wear and hugged me and loved me and treated me like a daughter and tried to teach me how to act like a lady and grow up right and grow up to be somebody. Not, not, whatever his fucking name is!" I nearly shouted as tears filled my eyes. 

I would simply not let Ron be compared to him, whoever he was. After a quiet moment that gave me time to think a bit I added, just for decorum and politeness really, "And, well, of course I want to be close to Dr. Riley, uh, I mean Mike. You saved my life and you love my mom and she loves you and well, I think you're great." I began to choke up again, but continued. "And I know you will be kind to her. Please, be kind. The world has been so mean to Mom..."

I smiled at Mike and he smiled back, then whispered, "I will. I promise."

"Okay, well, your uh... Well, 'he' still has family around. And apparently one of them saw one of the articles in the paper, and..." Mom continued, or tried to as I blubbered to Mike, and her, and anyone that would listen.

"'Articles'? How many did they write about a car wreck?" I asked through my tears.

"Oh, a bunch. I meant to save some for you," Carolyn softly answered, trying to ease my mood. "There were some the next day. Then over the next week it was, 'Local Coed Clings To Life.' Then a week or so after that update, there was one you would have really liked that called you 'The Girl Who Lived'. Very Harry Potter, I thought."

"Wow. That's really odd." I sniffled as Brent handed me tissues.

"Any slow news day we were getting calls about your condition," Dr. Riley said. "I'm surprised they haven't tried to interview you since you got out."

"Well, Ron and Allison and I told them to leave you alone," Donna said, "But look, I just need to tell you that somehow, like I said I think he still has family in the area, he found out about the wreck and contacted me. He wants to meet you. And I told him I would ask, but I didn't think you would want to. I'm not saying you should. I just thought, well, you might have questions of him."

That he had reappeared, especially then, really pissed me off.

"So, he finds out a kid he didn't give a shit about was in a wreck and he probably thinks is going to get a big settlement, and now he wants to connect with a kid he never bought a Christmas or birthday present for. Who he never visited. Who he never signed a report card for or ever paid a dime of support for. Whose mother he abandoned to the wolves and he has the gall to think that kid would have some great desire to see him? I don't want to see him. Hell, I don't even want to know his name! No! If he contacts you again just tell him no! If he ever comes around me, the only question I would ask is how quick he can get the fuck away from me!" I said as I burst out crying again in my anger.

"Jessica....." Donna said, then paused, "I understand. And I agree, wholeheartedly. I just had to tell you, just, well, just in case you didn't. But you're right. You are better off without him, and so am I." She smiled sympathetically.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 14



The room again grew silent as everyone got to listen to me weep. Brent sat down, at last, beside me and pulled me closely so I could cry on his shoulder. He said nothing for a while but, once my tears dissipated a little, finally spoke.

"Come on, Honey. It's okay. You already have a family full of people that love you. And this afternoon, you're getting one more. We need to dry those tears and get cleaned up so we can get you registered this morning." When I finally nodded agreement, Brent turned to Dr. Riley and asked, "What time is the wedding? Okay if I come along?"

"We'll come by about one, if that's okay. It's no particular time. I grew up with a judge who's going to marry us in chambers whenever we get there. And you have to come along, remember? I put you in charge of making sure Miss Jessica is taking care of herself." He smiled and his comment got a brief smile out of me, too.

"Uh, guys, I hate to rain on your parade, but have either of you ever registered late before?" Carolyn asked.

"No, why?" Brent said as we both looked at her.

"Well, the classes, especially core classes in the morning, are always full, so you have to either rearrange your schedule to all kinds of odd hours, or go all over campus and get department heads and convince them to sign cut cards to let you in," Carolyn answered.

"How long does that..." Brent got out before Carolyn interrupted,

"Most of the day the only time I ever did it. I mean, there are ways around it. I saw a guy who got what classes he wanted but he was in a wheelchair and could only take those classes because that was when he had transportation. But I don't know if they'll let Jessie... I mean, they might if we explained it, but..."

"I can help with that," Dr. Riley said, cutting Carolyn off. "Hang loose a second."

He went to his BMW, which was dwarfed by my truck beside it, and from the back seat pulled a briefcase which he returned with. Once back, he took from it a few sheets of his office stationery, took a pen from his pocket and began to write.

We sat in silence as he scribbled until Carolyn made the comment, "Nice pen."

"Huh?" I asked, wondering what she meant.

"It's a Monte Blanc. Whenever I saw someone with one in their pocket at dad's store, I knew they could afford to be there. And since I worked on commission that meant they were my customer." She smiled.

Dr. Riley continued to write, but as he did so said, "I do alright. I'm not Allison Anderson rich, but I get by." He grinned as he handed me the paper.

"You mean Ron? I figured a, well, a brain surgeon, made at least what a dentist does." I commented, still drying my tears.

"No, I meant Alli... Wait, you don't know? Well, its not my place. Forget about it."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"That should get you the classes you want. I just wrote that your schedule was selected under medical guidance due to your recovery and that it was important that you take these classes at

these times in order to continue therapy on schedule. Will that do the trick?" he asked Carolyn.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. I mean, it would at Tech, I guess it would here." She smiled. "Think you could write me a note to get out of class sometime if I need it?"

"You got it!" He grinned.

"Wait, what did you mean about Allison?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I knew it was nosey. I had never inquired about the Anderson's finances and didn't think it was any of my business, but I always saw Ron as the breadwinner.

"Jessica, I've said too much. If Allison wants to tell you about all that, well she will. I shouldn't. It's not my place to. If you don't know, then its because she, well, Allison is private about things like that, I guess. Besides, anything I would know would be on reputation and rumor anyway."

I had no idea what he was talking about. Allison and I talked about everything, but money had never come up. She didn't put on airs. And if you didn't know better you would assume she was just a regular middle class PTA mom, albeit one that got a new Benz every year and vacationed a lot. She clearly didn't have to worry about money. But Ron owned his practice and a good chunk of every other one around our town. Why should she have to worry about money? In any event, it was just a curiosity, and one clearly Dr. Riley and my mother, if she knew, were not about to fill me in on.

We agreed to call if we could not be back by one. And I ran upstairs to jump in the shower and get ready to face the jungle of late registration. Once out, I readied myself and by 9:30, Brent - who had used the other shower - and I were ready to go.

"So, any idea what Dr. Riley was talking about? You know, about Allison?" I asked Brent as we started down the stairs.

"Uh, yeah. I thought you knew about all that. I mean, I've known for a couple of years. I sat down to talk to them about college and the expense, and that's when Allison told me to not worry about it. Ron later told me she doesn't like to talk about it because the girls she went to school with... Well, they were a bunch of phonies that only hung around with her because of who her dad was. When he passed away, well, she was an only child and pretty much inherited everything. Ron doesn't really need to work but, well, he loves what he does and thinks he should. So their day to day expenses he covers. Everything else, the travel, cars, our college, uh, your engagement ring, probably this house but I don't know about that. Ron said he covered that, but stuff like that, well, they don't worry about money."

"Who was her dad? I never knew any of this," I said as we stood in the door about to go knock on Carolyn's.

"He was a doctor. You know the hospital you were in? He and a couple other doctors founded it back in the sixties. They started a chain of them and it was one of the first of like a couple of dozen, which he sold to a bigger chain before he died and invested the money elsewhere. Dad's regular rich. Mom? Well, she's stupid obscenely rich. Incredibly rich. Has the same brokerage firm as Gates and Jobs rich. Went to boarding school at a place named after her grandparents rich. Never in her life ate Ramen or store brand macaroni rich. Other rich people are envious of her rich. And that's why she doesn't talk about it. I mean, she doesn't hide it. If you ask, she would tell you, I'm sure. But, I think that you have never asked her about money and always try to keep her from spending any on you is one of the things she finds most endearing about you. Remember when you first moved in she took you to the mall and got you new clothes and had your hair and makeup and all that done? After you went to bed that night she was crying on the couch with Ron about how you were upset that she was spending money on you. She just loved your, well, frugality and that you liked her not because of her money but just because. Because you liked her without knowing anything about her and were so grateful for what she saw as just a pittance. To hear her talk that night she had spent less that day than she had spent on having her car maintenance done a couple days before and you were as grateful as if she had bought you a yacht to go with your private jet. So, well, maybe that's why she never told you. She wants you to love her for who she is, not what she has."

"I... uh, she had to show me how to take my makeup off that night. I had never had any before. I was sitting there while she smeared cold cream on my face and then wiped it off. Then she showed me how to make sure my pores were clean so my skin would clear up and I was thinking how nice she was to care about me like that... I started to cry and she said it would take awhile for my eyes to get used to the scent of the cold cream and was apologizing for getting it too close to them. But that wasn't it at all. It was just, well, she was nice to me. No one had ever really been that nice. She, well, I mean Mom - Donna I mean - well, I don't think Donna ever had the money to buy any of that or she would have. And I wasn't accustomed to anyone spending more than twenty bucks or so on an outfit and she had spent four or five hundred just on hair and makeup stuff that I didn't even know how to use. My eyes weren't watering because of cold cream."

I choked up at this memory. Allison was the most wonderful person I knew. Well, other than Brent perhaps. Her generosity defined her, not her wealth. It's odd that I grew up resenting wealthy folks I went to school with, then benefited so much from Allison's generosity and never knew about her money, since it isn't what she is all about. Of course to hear Brent talk, Allison could buy those phonies I went to school with for what they thought they were worth, sell them for what they were really worth, take the loss and still not worry about money.

Carolyn was, of course, waiting on us. I regained my composure and resolved, foolishly on my part, to hold Allison in even higher esteem. I say foolishly as on reflection after all she had done for me before I knew about her money, I couldn't possibly think more of her than I already did. We hopped in the truck, with Brent driving, and got on our way to the admin building at school to try to get me registered.

We only got the slightest amount of push back. The first problem was explaining that my name was now Anderson, as I had married. I was told I needed to get a copy of the marriage certificate so the school could have proof that I was who I claimed to have been the previous semester. Most of the classes I requested were filled, but Mike's letter got the limit waived for me like magic. The student worker read it over, called over his supervisor, who also read it, pushed a few buttons on the computer keyboard, and I was in.

I thanked them both, but the supervisor stared at me for a long moment and said, "You're the young lady that was in the wreck a couple months ago, I remember reading about that. We're glad you're better." She said it with a smile.

"Yeah, I didn't know they had done stories about it. I was kinda out of it for a while."

"She's... the one with the truck?" the student worker asked.

"Yes, that looked like someone had wadded up aluminum foil. You're lucky to be alive."

"You saw the truck?" I asked.

"There was a picture on the cover of the student newspaper," he said.

"I'd like to see that sometime," I said to Brent.

"No, you don't. I, well, I hope to never see it again," he replied, keeping a stiff upper lip against the angst I could tell was boiling within.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. No sense living in the past." I smiled as we turned to leave.

"Good luck!" the supervisor said as I left, to which I shouted back, "Thanks!"

"So, shall we go get your books?" Carolyn asked.

"I think I need to see the Bursar first to make sure my scholarships are okay."

"Good point," Carolyn replied. So we took the elevator to where there were normally long lines waiting to pay. But that day it was quite short and inside a few minutes, again mostly explaining the name change, we had confirmed that all was well insofar as tuition went.

Next it was off to the bookstore. Brent and Carolyn wanted to drive, but I pointed out it was just next door across a small park with a picnic table and a few trees and we were unlikely to find a parking spot closer than the one we were already in. They stared for a moment, then looked around clearly disoriented.

"When I registered, I drove all the way around over there. I didn't realize I was standing beside it already." Brent said.

"Well, I guess I know my way around better than you. Do you want me to help you find your classes, too?" I smirked.

"No, I got that. I, well, I just feel dumb now."

"Me, too." Carolyn admitted. "I did the same thing only I walked all the way around the library. The map on the inside of the catalog sucks."

"Geez, what would you all do without me?" I smiled.

"Probably cry our eyes out. That's what we did last time," Carolyn quipped with a sarcastic smirk that reminded me how close I was to both my husband and my best friend.

The bookstore was more of a madhouse as returning students who had not gotten their texts when they registered were doing so then. But after 15 minutes of finding them, and another 20 of waiting in line to check out, we were done. Brent was a sweetie and carried my sack of texts for me. Since it was still early, we opted to stop for coffee while in the student center at a Starbucks knock off that was among the eating places there. It was nice to just sit and chat with Brent and Carolyn about school rather than my health for once, and we took the opportunity to arrange a weekly study schedule. Carolyn excelled at this, as did Brent. Carolyn approached it from the perspective of an engineer, making the most efficient use of our time, while Brent had the disciplined mind of an accountant. I just knew what had worked and not worked for me in the past, like a historian.

Occasionally, I noticed people staring at me which was at first unsettling. A couple folks I had class with the previous fall, but didn't really know, came over and said "Hi" and asked how I was doing. All were quite polite and friendly, but the attention was getting, well strange. One of my previous professors came by and she was particularly nice, welcoming me back and telling me to take it easy while still recovering. She bragged to Brent and Carolyn that I was one of her few students to get an A in her class in the fall. Then she checked over my schedule to see if she knew any of this term's professors for me. She remarked that a couple of them were really nice, though she didn't know the rest.

Around 11 we decided we had time for lunch before heading back so we went to a deli off campus that was a student hang out. Both Brent and Carolyn had been there with me in the fall and the food, for college fare, was decent. Here, too, there were stares and whispers as we entered and it was beginning to be annoying.

"I don't get it. It's not like I'm famous. It's just all so weird," I remarked.

"Well, you are a local hero," Brent suggested.

"Yes, you're The Girl Who Lived! You're a wizard, Jessie!" Carolyn giggled.

"Well, I guess that's better than being The Girl On Fire!"

"Huh?" Brent said with alarm in his voice as Carolyn and I snickered.

"The Hunger Games? 'The Girl On Fire?' You haven't read them?" I asked.

"Uh, no. Is that something in it? I don't really have time to read much," Brent confessed.

"Yeah, they're a fun read. I'll tell you what, I have them at home. Next time Sarah comes over I'll have her read it to you!" I giggled. "And you need to make time to read!"

"You need to make time to drink more fluids." Brent smiled as he passed the gigantic tea to me that they serve there. "And why don't you read it to me?" he asked with a kiss.

"I could do that." I smiled and returned his kiss.

"Awwwww! You two are just so cute!" Carolyn said. "You should kiss in public all the time whenever I'm around."

"Sorry, I guess it's just the newlywed thing," I said, worried that she might be offended by our PDAs.

"No, I mean, it's just when you do, all the cute guys that are staring at us know you're taken and start staring at just me, instead," she grinned.

"What? Who's staring?" I asked quietly.

"Uh, every guy in here," Brent said with a smile. "And since I'm out with you two even the gay guys at the table in the corner over your right shoulder are wondering what's so special about me." He grinned. "You'll have to forgive Jessie. She doesn't really notice the effect she and you have on men."

I looked around. I hadn't noticed all the men looking, other than when we came in. But they we clearly stealing glances our way, especially at Carolyn. And in the corner was a table of three fellows that would set off anyone's gaydar, all eyeing Brent. Or they were until I looked back anyway.

"Weird."

We finished up lunch and drove home to get ready for Donna's big day. As we got out of the truck, I asked Carolyn what she was planning to do for the afternoon.

"Not much. Finish organizing my closet. Do you know if there is a laundromat and grocery store in walking distance?"

"Uh, well, there is a washer and dryer that has only been used a couple times in the room past the ground floor bathroom in our side of the house. I don't know about a grocery store close enough to walk to, but you can take the truck. From what I've seen, you drive it better than anyone else, anyway." I grinned.

"Oh! Well if you don't mind I will use your washer, but I'll wait if you are going to the grocery store anytime soon."

"Take the truck, or my car," Brent said. "We have a washer and dryer, but we don't have soap. We used up the little sample box that came with the washer so you'll have to get some."

"I hate to do that. It will wait."

"It's okay, seriously. You're here because you wanted to be there for Jessie. It's the least we can do. Besides, you really do drive the truck better than her." Brent snickered.

"Hey! Only because you never let me drive anymore, buster!" I laughed.

Brent threw her the keys and we went in to change. We dressed for church, having never been to a wedding at a courthouse before. Donna had not given me any direction on what to wear. I dressed in neutral earth tones so I would be subdued compared to her. It didn't take long to get ready, and it gave me a chance to ask Brent something while we waited in the living room. I had been trying to think of something beyond the norm for him tonight, and remembered that he once wanted to take pictures of me, and that I had got him a camera for that purpose that he had never used.

"So, Honey, uh, what's your biggest fantasy?"

"What?"

"Well, you were so good jumping in this morning when I volunteered to take care of my brother after Donna goes back to work.. Well, uh, I was just about ready to knock you down and uh, do it with you right then. So, well, I want to do something special for you tonight. So, what would you like me to do? What fantasy can I make come true?"

"Uh. 'Do it with me'?" He smiled.

"Sounds better than 'Rape you.'" I smirked.

"True. Well, uh, I don't know..."

"It's okay, baby. You're not going to shock me. And we don't have secrets, remember?" I smiled.

"Well, uh, what's your biggest fantasy?"

"Brent, I asked first!"

"Well, see, the thing is, for the longest time, my biggest fantasy, was..."

"Was what?" I asked when he grew silent.

"You. And that one came true. and while you were, uh, out, I only thought about you getting well, and coming back and us being together again. I thought about what I could do to get back with you, and get us back on track and maybe still get married this summer. So, well, since you woke up, you know, well, I haven't really had any others come up. I mean, I will I'm sure, eventually. I'm not denying that I've had fantasies. I know you want an answer and I don't want to have secrets, but, well, right now, all of mine have come true."

"Hmmm, sounds like a cop out Brent. Come on, surely there's something. What about when we dating? Wasn't there something?

"Well, actually yes. But, well, I don't know if it counts as what you're looking for."

"What?" I asked, thinking that he would come back with taking pictures as he once suggested, but he surprised me.

"Well, uh, I was really looking forward to your Halloween costume, and I never got to see it."

I thought for a minute. It was in the closet. Whoever had packed up my stuff from the dorm had packed it, too, and it was kind of sexy but in a silly way. It was a slutty Alice in Wonderland costume I had ordered online. I still had it. I had worn it once, on Halloween, with Trish and Carolyn during the awful week Brent and I were apart, but I had told him about it while we were together before that, and had bought it to wear to his fraternity's party.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 14



"I can do that. I can totally do that."

"That would be, uh, neat." He grinned.

We waited, cuddled together on the sectional and expected Mike and Donna to arrive. Allison did first, but then sat in her car. This seemed curious so I opened the door to check on her and, on seeing me, she got out and came in.

"I thought you must be gone since the truck wasn't here. Where is Brent? He knows to be here by one, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yeah, he's inside. Carolyn took the truck to the grocery store."

"She doesn't have a car?" Allison asked. I suppose with all the traffic in and out Saturday she had not noticed.

"No, but we will be riding together to school and usually everywhere else. I think she would rather save her money. I don't think she's ever had a car at school. She didn't at Tech, anyway."

"Well, if something were to happen and she needed to take you to the doctor, what would she do?"

"I guess drive the truck, or Brent's car. She's better with a straight drive than me anyway as it turns out."

"Hmmmm, that worries me. I mean, I know she wanted to come here to help you if you needed it, but..."

"Don't worry about it, Mom. Our schedules are almost identical." I smiled. "So, I gotta ask, how long have you known about Donna and Mike?"

"Well, a while now. I learned about the wedding last week, though. I would have told you but, well, that's Donna's surprise and I didn't want to ruin it for her. I think she's been trying to get up the courage to tell you. I told her she could talk to you about anything. But, well, after all that's happened, you know, she's still nervous about you."

"That's silly. I'm so over talking about the past. The past sucks. But the future, especially for Donna, looks great don't you think?"

"Well, I don't know Mike as well, but he seems like a good man for your uh, mother, uh..."

"My mother Donna. My mother Allison already has a great man." I smiled and Allison returned a grin back at me. "Yeah, she does. Donna was telling me when she called this morning what you said about Ron being your only father. I may have to tell Ron that."

"Oh, please do. I know I should more often. You two have both been so good to me. Brent and I were talking earlier and I reminded him that the first day I came home with you that you took me to the mall and got me a wardrobe then a ton of makeup I didn't even know how to use. Remember having to show me how to get it off before I went to sleep?"

"Yes, I, well, you got the hang of it pretty quickly. You always look so beautiful now. And if I tell Ron you were bragging on him, well, he'll get the big head about it! Besides after what Sarah did, oh! I didn't tell you that! Last night Sarah complained that she has to go back to school too soon and she didn't have enough time with Ron and I, so Ron, he tells his receptionist this morning to clear his calendar for the afternoon. He's taking Sarah to the museum to see the impressionist exhibit. Then the main library. Then, no doubt, a book store... They're having a father-daughter day this afternoon and he was just about as happy as I have ever seen him about it!" Allison cackled. "Anyway, yeah, I think they make a great couple, Donna and Mike, I mean. Mike, well, Dr. Riley, I owe him so much. He saved the life of someone so very precious to me." Allison's eyes were tearing up now, it was time to stop this estrogen fest.

I hugged Allison as tightly as I could and whispered "I love you so much, you and Ron. I love Donna too, but, well, you are both just, well, I can't describe it. You'll always be my Mom and Dad. I'm just lucky to have Donna, too. You understand?"

Allison hugged me back and quietly said "I know. It's not a contest. And Donna is so much fun to be around. I know where you get your mischievous streak from now."

I pulled back, just enough that our watery eyes were staring at each other and said "Ron?"

"Yes!" she cackled with glee. "Yes, absolutely!"

"So, did she tell you about her other surprise?"

"Jessie, I have never been so excited about someone having a baby in my life! She told me you and Brent volunteered day care services, but there's going to be a problem with that, as I see it."

"What? I can arrange my schedule in the fall. It will work just fine. I mean, I need to learn about..." was all I got out before she interrupted.

"You may have to fight me for it!" She giggled, "And I don't know anything about babies, either, so we'll learn together!"

"Great! This is going to be so much fun!"

"Well, I don't know. I think it will be hard work. I mean, joyous work, but challenging. But we can do it. Women have been doing it for years!"

"How hard could it be?" Brent asked from the doorway. "Food goes in one end, poop comes out the other. Change the diapers if it starts to smell bad and, if you're doing it right, more food goes in than poop comes out and it gets bigger, right?"

"Yeah, Brent. I'm sure that's all it is!" Allison laughed with him.

Dr. Riley and Donna pulled in right then and, after brief greetings, we were off. Donna looked absolutely radiant. I have never seen a more beautiful, happy bride. I rode with Mike and my mother, while Brent rode with, well, with my other mother. The love and affection was easy to understand; the nomenclature, not so much. Allison had asked Brent to ride with her in case she got lost, which seemed odd, but I didn't really think about it much.

We made chit chat along the way. Mostly about school, but as we approached the parking garage underneath Courthouse Square, Mike asked me, "So Jessica... Can I call you 'Jessica'? What do you think about 'William Joseph Robert' for a baby name?"

"Jessica or Jessie. Either one is fine. I uh..."

"Mike, you are not going to name our baby 'Billy Joe Bob'! Forget it!" Donna near shouted with laughter in her voice.

I knew then that Mike was going to fit in with my family just fine.

We went to the elevator to take us to the square, and it arrived with Brent and Allison already in it, so we were able to go through security together and find the Judge's chambers with Mike leading us. Brent and I held hands and stood to one side as Mike introduced us to his friend after we were allowed back by security.

A few minutes later, they were wed, with even less pomp and circumstance than my wedding had. We made small talk with the judge for a few minutes and left. All in all, it was rather anticlimactic. Mike asked us to join them Sunday for dinner to celebrate, and we all agreed. Hugs were distributed and Mike asked Allison what she thought of his chosen name for the baby, and was shushed again by Donna.

We left, this time with me riding with Allison, to go home. Allison had other ideas, though. She drove promptly to the local Honda dealer and told Brent to pick out a new Accord.

"Mom, I told you on the way up! I've got a car already!" he complained. "You don't need to buy me another one. There is nothing wrong with the one I've got."

"How many miles are on it?" She asked.

"I don't know, forty or forty-five thousand, I guess, at most."

"Well, it's too late to trade it in. Why don't you just give it to Carolyn? She needs a car. And we just got Jessie a truck and you're not letting her drive it. I know it's because you want a new car. So pick one out." She smiled.

I probably should have protested too, but, well, I could see through her, as could Brent. She wanted to help Carolyn out, but didn't want Carolyn, or Brent and me, to know it. Still, it would have been obvious even if I hadn't learned about her wealth that morning. I stood silently at first, then decided it wasn't right for Brent to have to argue this one on his own.

"Mom, sooner or later we're going to have to take care of ourselves. Brent can drive the truck. He knows I don't mind," I said.

"Well after you get out of school you can. But I want my boy in something safe in the meantime. You still like Hondas, don't you, dear? We can look at something else if you want," she asked Brent.

"Well yeah. They're great. They never break down. Mine is practically new. That's why I don't..."

"'New'? You said it had forty thousand miles on it! What if it broke down and left you stranded on the way home to see us? And it's a two door! You want to help Donna with her baby with a two door? Have you ever put a child seat in a two door? I bet they wouldn't give you anything for it if you traded it. Just let Carolyn drive it and that way, if Jessie gets stressed out again, well, I won't have to worry about her getting to the doctor. Now, what color do you like?"

A salesman had been listening to all this and tried to tell Allison they would be happy to look at his trade but, before he could finish, she gave him a look that said "You should shut up and shut up now" and he wisely remembered something very important on the floor by his feet at that moment.

"I don't know. You're just too generous sometimes, Mom, really. I love you. I do. But, this is just too much." Brent said, with surrender in his voice.

"How many times do I have to tell you two... I can't take it with me, and I'm not leaving it to you? Now, let's pick out your car, before you stress Jessie out. She's fragile, or have you forgotten?" She smiled as she scolded him.

We gave up. There was no arguing with Allison when she had her mind made up. And clearly if we didn't go along with her, she would have probably have just driven us home and went back and bought one anyway. It took Brent all of ten minutes to tell the salesman what he wanted, which was a Pilot, their SUV. Five for the salesman to show it to him. A fifteen minute test drive. And a half hour of Allison explaining that she wasn't going to finance anything. She was just going to write a check while the dealership washed the car and got it ready.

It was only mid afternoon and Allison suggested we have either a late lunch or early dinner, and we readily agreed. I needed more fluids anyway at this point, and was seriously considering taking the first of my anxiety meds when I got home. Still, I could only bask in the love Allison felt for us. And my heart wanted to leap out of my chest and hug her itself before we left the dealership, even though the experience was probably a bit emasculating for Brent.

"Where shall we go for dinner?" Allison asked,

"Well, first let's go home," I said.

"Are you feeling okay?" Allison replied, her voice and expression showing concern and worry.

"Oh! I feel great! No, it's, well, I want you there because I will never be able to explain why my husband is giving the pretty girl next door a car out of the blue. So you can tell Carolyn she has a

car thanks to you. You don't want our neighbor, my best friend, to think my husband is flirting with her, do you?" I asked. Then I said, "Besides, I want you to see the look on her face and I don't want her thanking me or Brent, because its your doing and you deserve the credit. And don't think we don't know what this is all about! You know full well Brent's car is in great shape!" I smiled.

"Was I that obvious?" she smiled. "I just wanted to make sure, well, if something happened, that you could get help. And besides, after all that girl has done, well, she needs a car anyway."

"Duh. Yes! That was kinda transparent, Mom. And, well, uh, I love you. We love you. You, well, you are just the most wonderful person." Brent exclaimed, then hugged his mother before I could. Still I got my chance next. It was another good day.

I rode home with Allison so I could tell her more about how special she was, though she would hear none of it, and Brent followed closely behind.

Carolyn was overjoyed and nearly speechless. She said she had never bought a car because she saved the money to spend on things while she was at school like clothes, cell phone bills, computers and such. She just never felt like she needed one when she lived on campus, but now that she was off campus, even just a few blocks, it would make life much easier and safer if she ever had to come home after dark. She worried about insurance though, until Allison called her agent and just had her add Carolyn to her policy as a driver. Finally, she told Carolyn to make sure it always had gas in it and keep the maintenance up, and to call her if she needed any help with it. But I knew Carolyn would never ask her for help. 

Carolyn joined us for our early dinner, which we mostly just snacked on, and when I told Allison our plan to go to the grocery store later, she took us all and stocked us up for weeks. The only thing that stopped Allison was the available trunk space in the Mercedes. If we had been in the truck we might still be there. Allison even bought more supplies for Carolyn, even though she had just returned from the store herself. For me, going from being dirt poor a few years ago to being around such generosity was a joy I could never get fully used to.

"So do you have plans for tomorrow, Jessie?" Allison asked as I sipped tea at the restaurant, which was one of those places college students never see the inside of unless they are waiting tables or cleaning them off. The nice thing about that is that no one was staring at me like on campus, but the men there were clearly checking out Carolyn and I.

"No, I guess just read my textbooks and get ready for school. Nothing special, why?"

"Oh, I thought since it is your and Sarah's last day of freedom before school starts you two might want to go shopping. She no more got done complaining about not having enough time with Ron and I yesterday before she's started complaining that she missed her sissy." Allison smiled.

"That sounds fun. What time do you want to go?" I asked.

"Why don't I come by around nine and we'll make a day of it. Carolyn, I hope you can join us, too. I need someone to keep me company while Sarah and Jessie traipse off. Trust me, wherever we go, they will find a book store."

"Sure, sounds fun. But, uh, you mean Brent's not good company?" Carolyn smirked.

"Uh, Carolyn, I think Mom want's a girl's day out. Not sure I have the right equipment for that. And besides, Sarah didn't say she missed me," Brent said with a smile.

"You know that little girl loves you... and misses you, so shut up! But what will you do all day?" I asked, worried he might feel left out.

"Oh, probably read those textbooks you should be reading so I can be one step ahead of you," he said.

"Well we may be gone all day. We've got to get two girls wardrobes ready. I mean, we haven't even started on Jessie's yet," Allison said.

"And we're not going to either," I replied.

"Jessie, I am not going to let you, uh... Well, you can't tell me no. I love dressing you up and I don't care a bit about spending..." was all Allison got out before I interrupted her.

"No, it's not that. I mean, you do spend way too much on me. You're trying to spoil me like one of those rotten brats around school. But I've given up on stopping you, its just... well..."

"Well, uh, is something wrong?" she asked delicately.

"Well, I'm supposed to spend the next month or so getting back up to a healthy weight, and I'll probably pick up a dress size along the way, and plus I still have clothes from last fall I haven't even worn yet. It would be a waste to get me any more right now. I promise, I start getting to run again and workout Saturday. By late February or so you can spoil me rotten again. But not until then, okay?"

"Okay, but make sure you get a copy of those papers where Dr. Riley told you to gain weight." She smiled.

"I know. I'll never hear that again, right?"

"Well, I guess we'll just have to start looking at wedding dresses instead then. Sarah has been begging me to get you to start shopping for them."

"Oh my gosh! I totally forgot we still have a wedding to plan. Brent, are you sure we want to have another wedding?"

"Now you shut up! You promised Donna and I and we're going to have another wedding! End of discussion!" Allison said.

"Listen to your mother. I missed the last one," Carolyn piped in.

"Okay okay! Geez. Hey! Remember when you punked me about driving a stick? How does purple chiffon with a bright green sash and pink bow sound for bridesmaid dresses? Maybe with a sequined trucker hat that says, 'Brent and Jessie Forever'?"

"I think I might be sick that day," she said, her voice revealing no emotion but her eyes showing an impish twinkle.

"Well, Mom, I guess it will be nice to pick out what I wear at this wedding," I smiled.

"I guess it would, but what makes you think that? Between Donna, Carolyn, Sarah and I, well, I'm not sure there will be room for your opinion," Allison snickered.

"That's right. You know, Donna should be there too to help me pick out my dress," I said, being careful to not step on toes.

"Oh, this will just be the first trip. She'll be involved. Trust me. In the last week, Donna and I have talked about and done more work on your wedding than you did all last fall. Goodness! I just remembered something! Brent, Jessie, Sarah will be mad if I forget to ask, but she wants to know if she can spend the weekend with you next weekend."

"Oh, uh, well, I'd love that but, I have to start running and hitting the gym Saturday morning, and we have the Dean's List Recognition thing Saturday night, then lunch with Donna and Mike Sunday, I'm not sure how much time that would leave."

"Well, why not have Sarah come up Friday after she gets out? I get out at noon and can pick her up at school. Then in the morning we can go running and to the gym with you. Then maybe Ron or Allison can pick her up before the recognition thing," Brent suggested.

"Or Sarah could just stay with me while you two are at your smart people thing. Campus events never last past nine or so and she could hang out with you through Sunday that way."

"Oh, we couldn't ask you to do that! Besides, Sarah will have homework and math is killing her this year," Allison said.

"Uh," Carolyn said, then pointed both of her thumbs at herself. "Engineering student. Good at math. Wants to help. Adores both your daughters."

"It's settled then," Brent announced.

"You and Ron should skip town and do something. We got this. Just pack a bag for Sarah and leave it inside the door at your place, or better yet just bring it tomorrow. Then we'll all meet Donna and Mike for their celebration lunch on Sunday. If you're nice, we'll give you your daughter back."

"Sarah will be, well, uh..."

"Bratty?" I quipped.

"I was thinking ecstatic, but yes, bratty too I suppose. I hope you know you're getting a handful when it comes to teaching her math, Carolyn," Allison said.

"Meh. If Brent can teach Jessie, surely I can teach a smart girl like Sarah." She grinned.

After we ate and went to the grocery store it was early evening when we arrived back home. After unloading the Benz and putting everything away, Allison left to go spread joy somewhere else no doubt and we all settled on the couch at Carolyn's, mainly because that was where we were when we finally got the grocery situation sorted out. The clerk had not discriminated on our purchases when bagging them as Allison had insisted on paying for everything. A check of the mail revealed our first letter. A gas bill. It came to just over six dollars for the two days in December that the gas had been in Brent's name, although the heat had barely been on. Brent went online and paid it immediately so we could have at least some feeling of independence. While he was away, Carolyn and I chatted.

"So what do you have going on tonight?"

"Oh, just the usual. Brent wants me to dress up in a costume and ravish me. Just old boring married stuff." I giggled.

"Damn, I need to find a guy like him. I love cosplay." She laughed then, seeing my smirk, realized I had been serious. "Oh, you meant that! Never mind!" She smiled. "So what costume?"




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 15



This was supposed to be a three or four chapter story, but I suck at estimating how long a story is going to be. It was supposed to be a one part epilogue as well, but again, I suck. Finally, I promised we would be up to Valentines Day a couple epilogues back, but I am only up to Wednesday of the same week. Again, I suck. I don't know how long its going to be as I am more or less just starting a different story at this point, so I am dropping the notion that it is an epilogue all together at this point. Because I suck. 

Anyway, thanks for all the feed back. Feel free to email me direct via the comment link if you like, I try to answer it all, or post it online. Either way its a bit of gratification, and is always welcome. Negative feedback is welcome as well, at least it tells me you read it, and for your time I say thanks.

This may not be the most erotic chapter, but I confess it has been my favorite one to write. I hope you enjoy it. And yes, there is some nasty stuff in it too.

Finally, as is my custom now, a shout out to my editor, Tangentjoker, for all his support and assistance at fixing my typos and grammatical errors. If you aren't reading his stories, you're missing out! 

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I slept well and, when I woke, Brent was still asleep. It was a few minutes before six, and this gave me a couple of hours to get ready. If I hurried, I barely might have time to do something I had been wanting to do since I got out of the hospital.

I crept out of bed and tiptoed out of the room and downstairs, and into the kitchen where I made pancakes, bacon, eggs, juice and - at last - coffee. I put it all on two plates, and those on a tray, and carried it back upstairs. I should have just put Brent's portions on one tray and carried it, as it was quite a lot and the coffee splashed out of the cups as I reached the top of the stairs. Nevertheless only the tray got wet, not the food, so I judged my service efforts a success.

Brent woke as I entered with the tray.

"Look at you! All domesticated!" He smiled.

"Good morning! I thought you deserved breakfast in bed after all the moving and unpacking and such. And since I won't get to see you until this evening. And for putting up with me the last few months," I added with a kiss.

"I have the sweetest wife."

"Come on! Eat before it gets cold!" I insisted.

"Yes, mother." He grinned.

We ate and made chit chat, then I had to jump in the shower and get it in gear to be ready by the time Allison and Sarah arrived. I urged Brent to shower with me, but he waived off saying there wasn't time. While it was sweet that he put my shopping date with Allison and the girls ahead of his own desires, I was sort of wanting a quickie as my reward for breakfast. Oh well, I would have him make up for it in the evening.

Just as I was finishing getting ready Carolyn knocked at the door, soon followed by Sarah who threw her arms first around Brent, then around me, and just for good measure, around Carolyn.

"So, you're going to help me with math Saturday?" she asked, looking up to Carolyn.

"You bet! It will be fun!"

"I don't get it. For a while, Jessie and Brent helped me, but now I'm just lost again. It's hard!"

"It's only hard if you don't know how to do it." Carolyn smiled. "So we'll just focus on knowing how to do it! Its going to be fun, I promise!"

Allison hugged Brent and promised to have me back by dark, and I kissed him bye. As I got to Allison's Benz, he came running out the door carrying my water bottle.

"Hey! You forgot something!"

"Thanks, hon." I smiled as I took it from him. It had been my constant companion since my visit to the ER and I would have missed it within minutes had Brent not been so thoughtful. This earned him an even longer kiss by the car, which earned us belching noises from Brat. It was shaping up to be a fun girl's day out.

We spent the morning shopping mostly for Brat, my discussion with Allison the day before had apparently taken hold as far as shopping for me, but occasionally we would walk by the window of a store and she would comment how nice something would look on me. Generally, Carolyn and I would chat while Allison went to the dressing room with Sarah. By midday, we were all famished and each carrying multiple bags of purchases for Sarah. I had refilled the water bottle twice already and was in desperate need of a break.

We went to a restaurant in the shopping mall which was a brass and glass yuppitorium typical of any mall in America. The menu was the same at all of these places, mediocre but filling, and of course the wait staff wore a lot of buttons. I rushed to the ladies room to relieve myself of all the water I had consumed, while Allison and the girls got a table for us.

By the time I got there, everyone was settled in and Sarah had a smirk on her face.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked.

"Carolyn thinks our waiter is cute. She likes him," Sarah replied with brattish authority.

"Sarah!" Allison started to scold, but Carolyn interrupted,

"No, he is kinda cute. That's very observant of you, Sarah. You sure you're not the one that likes him?"

"No, its you. You're the one that was staring at him!" Sarah grinned. "His name is Andrew and Carolyn was flirting with him!"

"Andrew, ya say? Already on a first name basis?" I teased Carolyn as she blushed.

"Well," she smirked, "he did come over and say 'Hi, I'm Andrew and I'll be your server,' and he is cute, so I paid attention when he said his name. Here he comes, we ordered you tea. Is that okay?"

"Sure, anything but water right now," I said. I knew Carolyn was single and on the prowl, but doubted seriously that she was flirting. It just wasn't her style. Sarah was just enjoying teasing her, while Allison and I giggled at her applying such immature taunts to our girl's day out. Brat was such a joy.

The waiter stood over my left shoulder and distributed the drinks with the usual words of "And here is your Coke, and your diet, and this young lady's Coke, and Miss, they told me you would want tea... oh! Hey!" he said as he lowered the tray and saw my face and recognized me.

"Hey! I know you! We were in Dr. Roger's class! How are you?" I asked. I recognized him from school and class, but truthfully we had never spoken and I would not have known his name if Sarah had not already reported it. He was, in fact, quite cute. Not Brent level of hot, but not unfortunate in the looks department, either. Preppy, well groomed and slender with dark brown eyes and hair. Not bad, but not Brent.

"Everyone, this is Andrew. We had class together last fall. If you need to know anything about the Age of Enlightenment, he's your guy. Andrew, this is my mother, my little sister, and my best friend, Carolyn. We're out shopping getting ready for tomorrow. Are you all set?"

"I think so, a little nervous. This is my last day shift. I have morning classes again this semester. I hope you and I are in some together, and hey, I heard about the wreck. Are you doing okay?"

"Still recovering but getting better everyday. I was out for quite a while but, fortunately, had pretty much finished classes so I don't have to repeat anything. It has taken a while to get reoriented, and I'm still working on that, but I'm ready to start back. How did you do?"

"That's good. We were all worried about you. It's all we talked about in Rogers. I did okay. Good enough."

"'C' stands for 'Continue,'" Allison quipped.

"Indeed it does!" He laughed. "So, are you taking American Overview this spring? Maybe we could study together."

"I am! But I'll probably be studying with my husband. He's taking it, too." I replied as I saw the disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh! I didn't know you were married! When did that happen?"

"As soon as she woke up," Carolyn interrupted, "but I'm in American Overview, 9:15 tomorrow morning? And our study group meets on Thursday and Monday afternoons for it. I'd love for you to join us. I'm getting tired of watching those two make googly eyes all by myself," Carolyn said.

"And Carolyn is single," Brat added with an impish smirk.

"I, uh, I'd like that. A lot," Andrew replied, smiling at Carolyn and grinning at Brat.

"Do you have Jessie's number from last fall saved?" Carolyn asked, knowing full well I would have never given my number to any guy that wasn't Brent.

"Uh, no, I don't think so," he said.

"Okay, well, here's mine," she said as she jotted it down. "Shoot me a text when you get a chance and we'll get together. Jessie thinks we should read Howard Zinn as a supplement but she's overly ambitious that way."

Finally, through romantic tension that could be cut with a knife, Andrew took our orders and left.

"Well, that was smooth," I grinned. "I thought you said you weren't good with meeting guys. And Zinn? Seriously? If the instructor is conservative, we'll get thrown out of class!"

"Sarah and I make a pretty good team, don't we?" Carolyn asked as she smiled at my sis and held up her palm for a high five.

"Lord, you're going to use Sarah to meet guys with? Now I know why you want to teach her math. Just remember, she's too young to hit the clubs!" Allison laughed.

Maybe a minute later, Carolyn's phone vibrated and she happily said it was Andrew saving her number. A few minutes later, she received another telling her it was nice meeting her and that he was looking forward to the study group and that maybe they could have lunch tomorrow.

She replied back that she would enjoy that, and although she was texting off and on all afternoon, that was the last one she told us the contents of. The remainder she just grinned about. Each time she looked at her phone, she smiled and Allison, Sarah and I got the giggles.

After lunch, and a long goodbye conversation between Carolyn and Andrew that was superficially about our study schedule, we returned to the Benz with our packages. We set off to a second shopping center. Here, Allison decided, over Carolyn's objections, to get her an outfit for her first date with Andrew. It was totally overdone for a first day of class, but she did look amazing. My only purchase was yet another little black dress for the Dean's List dinner, which I didn't need but, again, Allison insisted.

Finally, we ended our day looking at wedding dresses. It felt like I reviewed a million of them, each eliciting comments from all three of the girls, and tried on three that I liked, only to reject one as soon as I saw it on me. The other two we marked for further review when Donna could be there, and the store was happy to make a note of the two we had liked. Before it was over, I would be trying on dresses at five different wedding shops, but not that day. Allison took pictures of the two that were acceptable to all, as well as the one I rejected and sent them by text to Donna, who texted back what she liked and didn't like about each. She apologized for not being there, and we told her she would be before any selection was made. We planned to go again on her day off next week, thus screwing up Carolyn and Brent's carefully planned afternoon study schedule for that day at least. 

By the time we made it home I was worn out from looking at dresses, discussing dresses, and changing into and out of dresses. Worse, I was no closer to picking one that when I had started, nor were Allison, Carolyn and Sarah. Sarah at least made decisions faster by simply rejecting the ones she found anything to not like about quickly. I only worried about whether Brent would like me in it for the few minutes he would see it on me.

Allison dropped us off, with Sarah going into full on Brat mode when it came time to leave. She hugged each of us in turn, refusing to let go especially of me. Finally, we got her scooted into the car with a reminder Brent would be picking her up at school Friday. I walked with Allison to the driver's side door of her car to give and receive one last hug. Allison whispered in my ear, "Hey, I need to talk to you about something privately. Could you call me after class tomorrow?"

"Sure, or call me tonight. I'm just going to be reading."

"I might do that after Sarah goes to bed. You know, its been a while but, as I recall, newlyweds aren't supposed to read that much, Jessie." She smiled.

"Oh, there will be plenty of other stuff too, I'm sure." I blushed, "Is it about Sarah? Is she still adjusting?" I whispered so Brat would not hear us.

"No, no. She's doing great. Your talk did wonders. It's just, well, something has come up and Ron and I want your opinion before we look into it any more. It might rock the boat a little," Allison replied quietly.

"Oh. Should I be worried? Are you and Ron okay?"

"Better than okay! Don't worry. It's nothing bad," she continued to whisper, "I'll try to call later tonight."

"Okay, you better or I'll worry about it, anyway. I love you! Drive safe!" I said. Then to Sarah, I leaned into the door frame of the car and said, "See ya Friday, Brat! I miss you already!"

I did some laundry and Brent cooked and we enjoyed a quiet evening at home reading textbooks and generally enjoying each other's company. I was discovering that it is difficult for a newlywed to focus on reading when their spouse is present but I would not have traded the distraction for anything. Carolyn was right. We really did make googly eyes at one another a lot. Carolyn came over for dinner but didn't stay long afterwards. She was excited about the prospect of having lunch with Andrew the next day and we filled Brent in on the details. He suggested a double date later in the week if their lunch went well and that sounded like fun to all of us.

We were on the couch reading, my head resting on Brent's lap where I could feel the warmth of his... well, you know, when the phone rang a little before ten. The caller ID said it was Allison at last.

"Good evening!" I said as I answered.

"Good evening to you! Have you got a minute?"

"Always!" I responded.

"Good. Well, what I wanted to talk to you about, well it involves Sarah. Let me ask you, do you think she feels secure with us again?"

"Well, yeah. She's certainly over the fear of going back now from what I've seen the past few days. It will just take time for her to get completely adjusted, of course. It did me and I'm sure it did Brent, too. When your whole world changes you have to, well, it just takes time to get comfortable with it and where you are in it. Your place in the world. Stuff like that. You understand?"

"Well, of course. I can see that. The reason I'm asking, well, you know how much Ron and I love you kids, all of you. We really thought we would have, well, we figured we were done until Sarah came along and stole our hearts. But we stayed on the emergency foster list because, well, because we want to help kids. We never could have our, well, we couldn't have any... biologically."

"Hey, that doesn't matter. You're the best mom and dad anyone could have! Are you worried that Donna having a baby will..."

"Oh heavens, no! Don't be... well that's just dumb, Jessie!" she snapped at me, loud enough for Brent to hear, then continued, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so brusque, its just, I'm stressed out about... Well, children's services called and they have a little boy they would like us to consider taking, but not on emergency. He has no family left, well, not in this country anyway and, well, how do you think that would affect Sarah?"

This I did not expect.

"I better put you on speaker. Brent is here. Is that okay?" I asked.

"Sure. We'd like everyone's input and you two have a perspective we don't. Ron's right here. I'm going to put you on speaker, too."

I clicked the speaker icon as Brent took notice of my words and laid his book down.

"What's up, Mom?" He asked.

Allison gave us the short version. Alejandro was eleven, his mother deceased, his father unknown but believed to be in Honduras. He was born in the US, but little was known of his mother, who had died both suddenly and violently. He had been at a learning enrichment program at the local community center and his mother at work. A local gang that had nothing better to do than drive around looking for other gangs to shoot had killed her randomly, apparently because she worked in a store that the rival gang had dared to tag with graffiti. He had been at the group home for a week while they tried to track down any relatives. None were found or were expected to be. His mother was undocumented so even her name was suspect and if she had shared her past with anyone, they had not come forward to tell her story. It was learned that the information she provided the school, other than his Louisiana birth certificate, was false. No father was listed on it. He knew nothing about his father other than what his mother had told him, and had never met him in so far as could be determined. Since being at the group home, he had not opened up to anyone, and spent most of his time crying, sleeping or reading school books. His English was good for his age as he had grown up so far in America although he spoke some Spanish, too. He liked to be called Alex.

"What a terrible thing to have happen," I said.

"Well, we would like to help him Jessie, but we're committed to Sarah. Plain and simple, she's had trouble adjusting and if this is going to be a setback for her..." Allison's voice faded as she tried to find the words.

"Are you asking whether we think Sarah will have difficulty with a new addition?" Brent asked.

"Well, yes. I mean, I know there is some adjustment, but, well, you two have been through that from both sides I guess, and we'd like to know what you think. I mean, the social worker thinks it will be alright but, its just, well, it's a commitment for all of us. You as well, and so we want to make the decision as a family. But Sarah, well, of course we are thinking of her, but she's not really mature enough to, you know, but you two are, so..." she stammered, "I guess we're asking, how would you feel about having a new little brother, uh, in addition to the one you're already getting this summer? How do you think Sarah will feel, and do you think she will adjust okay with sharing Ron and I, and well, you two if you decide to help? I mean, you don't have to, but, its, just..."

"We're family, remember? Of course we'll help. We'll be there all the way, any time you need us, and as much time as we can that you don't. Now you're the one being dumb. When did you find out about this?" Brent said.

"They called a couple days ago. Ron and I have been thinking it over, pros and cons. Well, just pros, really. The only con is how it might affect Sarah. We'd love to have him join us but for, you know, she's had it rough and uh, we decided we needed your perspective before we dove in."

Brent and I looked at each other. I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was. Remembering the time each of us had spent in the home,feeling rejected by the world. Lonely, in a muggy hot room, leaning against the cold cinder block wall just to relieve the heat, and picked on by the older kids with juvenile records that were there because they ran away from anyone that cared about them.

We both nodded, and then I spoke into the phone.

"Can you get Alex tonight?"

"No, dear. They're already closed for the evening. They said we could think it over for a few days, but would like to know something by the weekend. You think an overnight or temporary visit would..." she got out before Brent interrupted.

"No. Not overnight. Not temporary. That gets his hopes up and makes him afraid of rejection at the same time. If you have room for him, and can afford to take care of him and his needs, and don't mind the work and, uh, the commitment, then we're with you 100%. Get him first thing in the morning. We'll skip class and go with you if you like. Don't leave that boy there any longer than you have to. And if you decide you aren't able to have him, tell them to call us and we'll take him," Brent said.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 15



"I'll get a job while Brent finishes school if need be. Alejandro doesn't need to be there. He needs to find what we did, someone who will love him and give him a forever home. The longer he stays there, alone, the less worthy of love and family he feels," I whimpered as I was choking up at the thought, "Not one more day there, not one minute longer than it takes," I added.

"You'll do no such thing, Jessica P. Anderson! You're finishing college and don't ever say anything like that again. We're perfectly capable of taking care of your needs until you do, and don't you ever even think that," she said, and since she used my full name I knew she meant it. "We can certainly afford another child. It's not that. And we have plenty of room for him, both in the house and in our hearts. We have the time. We can certainly take care of him. It's just, well, Sarah. She's had such a hard time. We don't want her to feel like, well, like she's... Well, I don't know how it might make her feel." Allison was almost in tears with worry.

"She'll feel confused. She'll wonder if you don't love her, or if she's not enough for you to love. And she'll learn that neither of those things are true quick enough because all of us will smother her with love and affection until she gets over it. Then we'll all smother her with love and affection just because we want to and feel like it and that's what our family does to each other," I said.

Brent added, "Oh, and another thing. Jessie and I have both been only children before, and so were you. Come to think of it, so was Dad. So think back. When you were growing up, what did you want more than anything else?"

"A little sister or brother," Allison finally answered. There was a long silence while her answer hung in the air, then she asked, "Ron, what do you think?"

"After you kids get out of class tomorrow, can you pick up Sarah at school? I'd like Alex to meet his new family then," he replied, and I swear I could feel the warmth of his smile 45 minutes away. "Oh, and we're moving Sarah into your room, Jessie, and Alex into Brent's. So you guys get one of the guest rooms from now on when you're here. That's what you get for sneaking around all summer and ending up married," he snickered.

"That's great," I said, "and we'll convert the office into a room for Alex here so you guys can still run off on weekends when you want to!"

"Jessie, you two don't have to give up your study space. We'll figure something out."

"Yeah, about that. We're studying on the couch right now. Haven't even thought about using the office, and if we need to write something we have the table in the dining room. We can move one of the desks and computers into our bedroom. So its not a big deal. I can't wait to meet him!"

"I guess that's settled then. Who is going to tell Sarah?" Allison asked.

"It might be best if Jessie did. If you don't mind, Jessie? She looks up to you and I think she sees you as, well, as an older version of herself. She imitates you every way she can. She knows you're someone that has been through the system. I think if she sees you accepting a new family member, she will too. She'll trust you. But then again, well, Allison and I really should be the ones to tell her. We're the parents. We're supposed to be the grown ups." Ron giggled. "What do you think?" he asked.

"Well, Mom is grown up, anyway," I joked, before adding, "I think Brent and I should tell her that we're there for a surprise and then drive her home so you can tell her maybe? Would that work?"

"That's as good a plan as any," Brent said, "I remember when my folks brought home this girl once. It was kinda scary, but she was really cute and pretty, and smart, but not too smart, you know, not dumb. But, uh, did I mention she was really pretty? It took a few days for both of us to get adjusted, but it worked out great! In the end we both learned I was the boss, as long as she said I could be. I think Sarah will be just fine." He grinned.

I smacked him playfully on the chest for his little jest and we talked about details for some time. There had to be a home study. But they had one for both Brent and myself, as well as Sarah, and there would be no problem with it. All it did was make any placement temporary until the study was done in thirty days or so. The social worker might want to talk to Brent and I, and would probably interview Sarah as well, but not immediately. This would give Sarah a chance to get adjusted beforehand.

By the time we hung up, we were all excited and ecstatic at the prospects of Alex joining our lives. We were sitting side by side on the sectional now, and I leaned over and laid my head on Brent's chest as he lightly placed his arm around me.

"Before we started dating, even when I thought of you as my brother, I thought you were so hot because you're buff and look so good. You were always so caring and nice to me," I said, "then while we were dating, I fell more and more in love with you the more I knew about you. About your inner strength and how wonderful you are. You always knew how to make me laugh, and feel happy, and feel loved and safe... And romantic! Your proposal was the most romantic thing ever."

"Thanks," he interrupted.

"Shhhh! I'm not done yet. All last fall, every time I saw you and every time we were together, you were more amazing and sexy than the time before. When we weren't together, you were all I thought of. When I woke up from the wreck and first saw you, my heart melted when I saw our ring hanging around your neck where you kept it for me. But, the most sexy, most wonderful, most romantic thing you've ever done was just now when you stepped up for that little boy" I whispered as I looked in his eyes and our lips met. While our tongues entwined, I crawled atop Brent and straddled him, my legs on either side of his waist and we began to grind ourselves together. His hand slid up my body and cupped my breast, gently massaging me there and setting my loins on fire.

It took little attention to get me revved up, as I was so very much in love at that moment. In minutes, I was in just my panties and straddling my husband who was down to his boxers. I could feel his hard shaft as it slid up and down my panty covered slit as I ground myself against him. His mouth was now on my breasts, gently sucking one hard nipple then the other.

Then the damn phone rang again.

"It's Ron. We better answer it," Brent gasped as my lips kissed his neck just below his ear.

I reluctantly stopped and reached for the phone, hitting speaker to answer. "Hello again!" I said, as I tried to catch my breath and not reveal the passionate state Ron had caught us in.

"Hey, Allison has gone to bed, I wanted to ask you two another big favor if I could."

"Sure, anything. You don't have to ask. Just tell us what we can do," Brent replied while I regained my composure, and rearranged myself so that I was sitting on his lap instead of wrapping my legs around him and humping him like a dog in heat. Which was about to become an ironic analogy.

"The social worker tells me that Alex , uh, in addition to his mother, well, he had a dog. So, of course, they couldn't let him have it at the group home. They were hoping we could pick it up. They're holding it at the animal shelter in town in case they need to get it adopted. But it's on hold until they see who takes in Alex, just in case they can take it too, to try to normalize the transition for Alex as much as possible."

"Oh! We can go by before we pick up Sarah and get him, no problem!" I volunteered.

"Well, that's good, but the thing is if we could have a dog or a cat, we already would. Allison has allergies to pet dander. She can be around them for brief periods but any longer that a few hours and she's in a sneezing fit and breaks out in a rash. I was wondering, well, since you have a fenced in back yard, that maybe you could keep him and Alex could come and visit. And for warm weekends, when he can stay outside, I can put in a kennel and a run for him here. But if you don't have time or want to fool with one I understand."

"Oh. So that's why you wanted us to get a dog when we got married! So you could have a dog vicariously through us!" Brent exclaimed.

"Well, okay, you caught me. Yeah. I love dogs. Dogs love me, too. But we can't have one. Anyway, I think it would give Alex one less worry and it's the best solution without just breaking his heart about it. A dog is a boy's best friend, especially an only child. "

I grinned at Brent, and again we knew what each other was thinking.

"Call the pound and email directions to us so we can find it. Tell them we will pick him up about one o'clock," I grinned as I spoke.

"Thanks. If he becomes a problem, we'll figure something else out, but I think it would be one less thing for Alex to hurt about. Life's been hard enough on him already, I think."

"Not to worry and it won't be a problem. The pup will be as permanent to us as Alex is to you. It's part of the commitment. Dogs are family too, right?"

"You'll be surprised how true that is," Ron replied. "I remember every dog I had growing up. Well, really, they had me. They steal your heart and become family. I miss them all. Dogs are great," he said, and I swear I heard a little gasping to his voice.

We hung up after a few minutes of goodbyes and returned our attentions to each other. I leaned back across Brent and put my arm around his neck while he held me up with his arm across my back, gently embracing me as we snuggled and stared into each others eyes.

"Where were we?" I whispered.

"About to go to bed. We have a big day tomorrow." Brent smiled.

"We don't have to be in bed every time. Right here has possibilities, too, ya know." I grinned.

"Well, uh, I meant to sleep. We start school tomorrow. Then we meet Alex. It's going to be a long day. You're still fragile or have you forgotten? We can wait until tomorrow night. I don't mind."

"You're sweet. But what if I don't want to wait?" I smiled.

"We should. Remember moving day? We didn't get enough rest that night and I don't think I could stand to take you to the hospital again. I... I'm getting worn out from worrying about losing you."

"Brent, the doctor, Mike, he specifically said it was okay. I was just dehydrated and sick and anxious on Saturday. It will be alright. You would never hurt me or let anything bad happen to me," I said as I began kissing him again. I was still finishing the antibiotics, drinking water constantly, and avoiding stress. I was still on the treadmill every day, too, and had avoided any anxiety. I felt fine, except I had a moisture problem my husband was reluctant to help me with at the moment, even though he had caused it. Well, we would just have to put a stop to that nonsense.

"No, I wouldn't. And I won't. You'll be back to full strength in a week or two. Until then, we'll just take it easy, okay? You're too precious. I don't think I could, uh, enjoy the moment if I was worried. You understand?"

"I understand. I wore you out too much last night and now you're all tired and making excuses for failing in your husbandly duties," I giggled as I opened the front of his boxers and pulled out his still semi hard cock. "I guess you think I will wait until you go to sleep and take care of things myself. It's been awhile since I had to, but I think I can remember if I have to." I grinned, then slid from his lap, laid on my side and licked his hardening shaft. The saltiness of his member filled my mouth, and I swallowed the head into me as I licked and sucked it.

"No, stop," he said, but without much credibility. "It's not that. You know I want you more than anything, all the time... wait, you would? That would be hot."

"I would what? What would be hot?" I asked as I looked up at him, happy he was finally getting with the program.

"Watching you, uh, take care of it yourself." He smiled.

"Ugh! My husband is a perv!" I giggled. Then we stared, again, into each others eyes. I kissed the tip of his meat before swallowing it as deeply as I could.

I understood Brent felt the need to treat me delicately, but I was really ready, I thought, for him to toss me around like a fuck toy and bang me until I forgot my name. It wasn't going to happen that night I knew, but I was intent on sharing some intimacy with him.

Brent's cock was now hard and I was ready for it. My passion, lost from the interruption of the phone, had returned as had Brent's desire for me. I rose from the couch and peeled off my panties as Brent watched, enthralled.

I straddled him again and, as I lowered myself, reached between my legs for his penis which I guided to the gates of my vag. Once properly positioned, I lowered my wet fuck slot down on to him as we both gasped at the intensity of his thick manhood stretching me to my limits.

It took a moment to adjust to my pussy's visitor. It seemed like every time Brent entered me, I had to relax and learn to accept his thickness into me. Only when I was able to relax, was I able to begin to slowly move upon him. In a moment of inspiration, that came from seemingly nowhere, I began to grind my hips in a figure eight motion rather that my usual up and down or simply grinding myself against him. He appreciated the change according to his audible groans that escaped him as I polished his entire cock with my hot pussy.

I enjoyed this new motion as well, but soon found myself returning to the reliable lifting of myself up and down him as best I could. I braced my hands against his shoulders and rocked myself up and down his meat, each stroke applying blissful pressure against my clit and driving me to greater heights of passion. Brent's hands slid up my side to my breasts and soon they warmed to his massage and I tingled all over.

I knew what was about to happen, but wanted to enjoy each moment before then. If the pleasure was in the pursuit, I wanted to feel it all. Brent, too, was approaching the edge after a few minutes and began to pound himself into me from below.

He pinched my nipples suddenly and hard, just enough to hurt a bit, and the distraction of the mild pain distracted my thoughts from my approaching orgasm and my body was free of my mental interference just long enough for the first wave to hit me.

I gasped and bucked violently against him and he fucked me even harder than before as my vagina convulsed with orgasm after orgasm spasming through me. I could no longer control my body's motions and became out of sync with Brent. He, too, was nearing the edge of sexual madness and suddenly rolled me off of him and onto my back. He positioned himself between my spread legs, his cock seemingly never leaving me, and began to fuck me like a man possessed. I came over and over, and after too few short moments like this, he groaned gutturally, tensed up all over, each fiber of muscle and sinew contracted, and pumped his seed into my womb.

I fucked back as best I could and accepted his creamy hot cock juice into me.

I don't know how long we laid on the couch, with him collapsed atop me, kissing me softly as his manhood softened. I tingled all over and ran my nails absentmindedly up and down his back and side, my arms and legs wrapped around him.

When I came back to this plain of existence, I heard him repeatedly whisper, "I love you, Jessie, so much."

"I love you too, Brent," was all I could say. Words could not begin to express the joyful closeness I felt for my husband but our bodies had done a perfect job of communicating our emotions for us.

I began to make plans to make him want me that much more the next time as he lifted off me, stretched a bit, then picked me up gently and carried me upstairs to bed. I probably should have protested but I was just limp with satisfied desire. If he wanted to carry me, I would let him.

I suppose I was more tired than I thought. We snuggled under the comforter whispering sweet nothings and, before I knew it, morning had come and with it an opportunity to tease my hubby all day in preparation for the coming night. I didn't have a complete plan but at least had the germ of an idea formulating. And I didn't want to hear any more nonsense about not making love because of my delicate state. I wasn't that delicate.

After breakfast and a shower, I did my hair and makeup, then dressed in black sheer tights, a mid thigh plaid wool skirt, a form fitting turtleneck that was filled out by my girls pushed skyward with a push up bra, and black boots with spike heels. I thought I looked pretty hot, and apparently Brent did, too, from the way he stared. Into my purse, I placed a pair of thigh highs for after school and after meeting Alex, and I was ready to go.

We had prearranged with Carolyn the time to go and in a few minutes she was at our door. The only debate was who was driving and which vehicle. I had my first and third class with Brent, and my first and second with Carolyn. Carolyn was meeting Andrew for lunch, so she would drive herself. Brent finally agreed, when reminded of our agreement when we were moving in, that I could drive myself to class so we took the truck. His SUV almost looked lonely as we pulled out.

All our classes went easy as it was the first day. Syllabi were reviewed, as well as reading assignments and suggested readings. In our first class, American History Overview, Andrew joined us but otherwise he was on a different schedule. He seemed nice enough and sat with Carolyn. I sat with her to one side and Brent to the other. Other guys stared at both Carolyn and me and the coeds stared at Brent. Carolyn had dressed to kill and I had dressed to torment my husband for being overly cautious the night before and to make sure he would be ready to use me like his fuck toy that night. It sounds vain, and it probably is, but people were bound to take notice and they did. I felt horny collegiate eyes crawling all over me all morning, including my hubby's as he held my hand or put his arm around me to mark his territory to others. A few guys sat near and introduced themselves but my reply was the same in both classes; "Nice to meet you. I'm Jessie and this is my husband, Brent." Brent got quite the ego boost that morning and in the other class that I shared with only Carolyn, she made a point of replying to the only advance that came my way that we were studying together with my husband and perhaps they could join us sometime. You would think that the rock on my ring finger, as well as the extra ring beside it would have been a hint, but I suppose my youth made it less likely guys would look at my finger for such information, and I'm not sure the average horny frat boy cares about such limitations, anyway. It didn't matter, though, because I certainly did care. However, I could not be sure if Carolyn was just assisting me in keeping the wolves at bay or adding to her collection of perspective paramours.

In our first class, we were asked to introduce ourselves and this was the only time the wreck came up. When the professor asked, after I had given my name, if I "wasn't the one that was in the accident last fall," I conceded that was me, and this got several "oohs" and "ahhs" from my classmates. I was getting kind of tired of being known for surviving a wreck, though. I'd rather be known in class for being a good student or for being Mrs. Anderson.

In our third class, the one I shared with only Brent, the prof kept us long enough to distribute the syllabus and check his class roll. He briefly went over the topic for the next class then excused us. This gave me time to show Brent where the track and student work out facility was and we still had time to work up a shopping list for Alejandro's pup while we waited for Carolyn and Andrew. Dogs require a lot of stuff if you don't already have one and some of the things we would have to guess about since we didn't really know what sort of dog he or she might be. We hoped it would already have a collar, because we didn't want to buy four or five different sizes and take back all that didn't fit. 




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 15



Carolyn insisted that we join her and Andrew for lunch, although that seemed like a terrible idea for a first date to me. She pointed out though that the "date" was related to our study group, though, and that she was rather nervous about it. She said she would appreciate us being there to help break the ice. Without Sarah giggling at her, she was a romantic basket case. However, given that I married the first guy I was ever really in a relationship with, I could not criticize. We finally relented but we would not be able to stay long as before going to the shelter we needed to hit the pet supply store to get the things for our new housemate. Carolyn was excited about Alejandro, and the canine addition to our home. She debated going with us before class that morning but decided it was more of a family thing, at least today. Brent had pointed out that she and Andrew might want to study that afternoon but Carolyn, ever the negative, felt that would not happen. I would have loved for Carolyn to join us but she was right and anyone beyond family might have confused Alex. With us being married, our family relationships to him would be confusing enough to explain as it was.

Carolyn arrived at lunch and looked smashing. She had Andrew in tow and we greeted him and introduced him more fully to Brent. Andrew, or Andy as he liked to be called, and Brent hit it off well. Andrew came from the other end of the state, an area known for sad music and great BBQ. His father was in insurance and his mother owned a women's clothing boutique. He was the oldest of three and the first in college. He worked at the restaurant for spending money but was on scholarship for tuition and books. His main goal, other than flirting with Carolyn, was to keep his GPA up enough to pay for the next semester and hopefully move off campus.

"So, you two just got married?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, you know about the wreck and all. When Jessie came back, I couldn't waste another moment. Life's too short, ya know?" Brent replied.

"See? They get mushy every chance they get. There's no way I can study with them without help." Carolyn grinned.

"I'm glad to assist. So you all know each other from high school?"

"No, Brent and Jessie grew up together. I met Brent at Tech before I transferred here. In fact, I'm the reason they started dating," she said with pride.

"Really?"

"No, its true. My hubby was too shy to ask me out," I smirked, while eying Brent.

"I was. I mean, anyone could see why I would be, though. Carolyn made me promise I would tell Jessie how I felt and one day, well, I finally just blurted it all out, consequences be damned, and I guess it all worked out great."

"Oh, so you didn't go to Tech?" Andy asked.

"No, I graduated high school the year after Brent. We lived toge...." I said, then stopped, not quite sure how to continue. I might be sharing too much, I thought.

"You lived together? Okay, I'm lost." Andy smiled.

"Well, yeah, it's complicated, but basically, uh..." Brent said, then thought, before continuing, "It's odd. See, Jessie and I were both in the foster program together but we weren't legally related. We just lived under the same roof and shared foster parents, well, they adopted me, so..."

"So we were sort of like siblings, but we weren't. Our parents were great, though. Life was wonderful there. We weren't involved or anything, just really close and we enjoyed each others company until Carolyn screwed it all up for us." I grinned, and that got a laugh from all.

"Well, next time I'll know not to meddle!" Carolyn smirked.

"Oh that's okay Carolyn, all is forgiven. It worked out for the best. Besides, there's not going to be a next time!" Brent stated with authority.

We went over our planned study schedule and Andy would be able to join us, even though Brent and I were cutting out early today. This was not our normal study day for history, anyway. In fact, Wednesday was for classes we would not begin until Thursday.

"So! Tell me about the new brother!" Carolyn demanded.

"Well, all we know we told you this morning. We're supposed to be at the animal shelter to pick up his dog but we have to run by the Pet Mart first to get, well, dog stuff. That's why we have to leave today, Andy. We're getting a new brother, and who knows, Carolyn might be getting a new math student. Or nephew. Or brother, I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad Anderson adopted Carolyn while I was in the hospital."

"They might as well have. I pretty much moved in with them." Carolyn smiled.

"A new brother?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, Brent didn't wear our folks out enough. They found a little boy that needs help they are taking in," I answered.

"Hey! It was you that didn't wear them out!" Brent smirked.

"That's true. I was a good girl. An absolute joy to raise. Just ask anybody." I smiled. "Seriously, though, they are just wonderful people who help kids whose parents aren't able to, or are gone, like Alex's. That's our new brother. The world needs more people like them. We already have a sister and Carolyn volunteered to help her with math. She is, uh, well Sarah is precocious and adorable. She clearly takes after me." I smirked.

"So, if... was it Alex and Sarah? If they are your brother and sister... Uh, how do you, I mean, what do you two call each other?"

"Uh, husband? Wife? Honey? Sweetie?" I replied with a smile,

"Sugar? Snookums? Bossy?" Brent snorted.

"Sneezy? Sleepy? Dopey? Doc? My little man slave?" I added.

"See what I mean?" Carolyn chuckled.

"Yeah, you were right," Andy replied.

"Right? Why? What did she tell you?" Brent asked.

"Nothing, just that you two were the perfect couple."

"Awww, that's so sweet. Thank you, Carolyn," I said.

"And you that two get all mushy a lot," Carolyn snickered back.

We had finished eating and a glance at my watch said it was time for us to jet if we were going to get everything done. We said our goodbyes and hit the pet store.

Neither of us really enjoy shopping. Not the way Allison does, anyway, but we could have spent all day at the pet supermarket. They let you bring your pet in with you and we wished we had gone to the shelter to get Alex's pup before we came if only to have some general idea what size and age dog he was. Still, we were able to get dry food, canned food, dishes, a medium sized bed and pad, training mats and a mid sized pet carrier that would sit in the back seat of the truck. We also got some anti dander shampoo that was suggested when we told a helpful clerk dude about Allison's allergies. He also suggested bringing him or her to the groomers on site for a quick cleaning before we went south to pick up Sarah and meet Alex. This seemed like a good idea. We went to check out and I instinctively reached in my purse for my debit card, then paused.

"What's wrong, honey?" Brent asked.

"Uh, I haven't checked my account since the wreck."

"Oh, its full. More than full. No worries. Dad made sure of that while you were, uh, away but I can get this if you like."

"Hmm, no, that's okay," I said as I slid my card and was pleased it was accepted. "We really should talk about that I guess." I smiled.

We loaded what we had into the truck and hurried to the shelter. Brent drove and on the way filled me in that Ron had set up a joint account for us and that when we next went to the bank, I would need to sign as a signatory for it. While I was out, he dutifully kept placing my regular allowance in my personal account. Apparently, it was a way for him to tell himself I would survive and be back. Although I hadn't talked finances with Mom and Dad Anderson, Brent had. They fully intended to take care of us, same as always, until we graduated. When I finally checked the account later that evening, I had more money in it than I had ever dreamed I would have as a student. I told Brent I would move it to the joint and he told me there was no need. The Andersons were putting an equal amount in the joint to cover our living expenses anyway. I still am not sure if their generosity was their way of saying they loved us, or if they had such abundance that they just didn't really care about money the way everyone else does. Either way, I was grateful.

The folks at the shelter were waiting for us and happy to help us out. "Damita," as Alex had named her, or "Scruffles" as the shelter folks had taken to calling her, was a small to mid sized mixed breed that was as cute as could be. She was long and short like a dachshund, but black with tan spots on her eyes, and a tan belly. She had the cutest face, and wagged her black Pomeranian like tail on meeting us. It was impossible to tell what sort of dogs her parents were, or her grandparents, but she was just perfect. She had been fixed and had her shots, so we just had to sign a few forms and we were on our way. Her records had been recovered from her vet and showed her to be a little over a year old. Damita seemed frightened and confused at first, or maybe even sad, but took well to being on a leash. We put her in the carrier in the back seat, which was a nice fit and gave her room to turn around, but soon she was whimpering and I let her out to climb up front and sit on my lap as we drove. She became quite alert and inquisitive then, but still seemed confused, depressed and alarmed.

Damita enjoyed the pet store, but not the bath so much. Since she had liked riding up front, we picked up a couple of towels to keep hair and dander off me to facilitate her curiosity. She was good and we let her pick out a toy. She had the saddest stare to her eyes, like she was resolved to accept some sadness that had befallen her and was just trying to move on. She was not sure about us yet, but she liked us better than the shelter. She especially liked the treats the employees at the pet store plied her with for being such a good pup.

We drove next to pick up Sarah, and while waiting in the pick up line managed to get Damita back into the carrier. We waited about five minutes, slowly moving forward in the everyday after school traffic jam and the low throb of the diesel soon had Damita calmed down and asleep.

Sarah finally came out, looked up and down the line, saw the truck and got a look of pure joy on her cute little face. She came running towards us as I got out to greet her. This earned me stares from the hormonally charged seventh and eighth grade boys hanging around waiting for rides but I hardly noticed as I threw my arms around the Brat in greeting.

"Sissy! Why are you... I missed you!" she said somewhat awkwardly.

"Well, I missed you, too. That's why!" I replied, "Come on! Today's a day that you're going to remember! Its full of surprises!"

"You and Brent picking me up is the best surprise!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, but seeing you is pretty awesome!"

A teacher came over to double check who we were so to be sure we were not kidnapping Sarah. Ron had called and cleared us both to pick her up. It's a shame we live in a world where teachers have to do that sort of thing, but she mentioned what a great student Sarah was and we were on our way quickly.

Sarah's next surprise was Damita. "You got a dog!"

"Yep, we sure did. Picked him up at the shelter about a couple hours ago. How was your day, Sarah?" Brent asked as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"It was good. I can't wait to get home though."

"Oh, why is that?" I asked.

"You know." She grinned.

"I know what?" I smirked back.

"About our new brother." She smiled.

Okay, so we knew Sarah was smart, sharp as a tack, but this surprised both Brent and myself.

"How, uh, how do you know about that?" I asked.

"Momma Allison is really loud when she talks on the phone, especially when she tells you that you're dumb. I was just acting surprised. I knew you were going to pick me up." She giggled.

"So, you heard all that?" Brent asked.

"Yeah. " She grinned.

"Well, how do you feel about it all?" I asked.

"You're not dumb! You're smart. You just got hurt and now you're better. You just have to get all the way better," Sarah exclaimed.

"No silly! She didn't mean it bad. She doesn't think I'm dumb, no worries. But I meant how do you feel about a new addition to the family?" I said.

"The group home sucks. He doesn't need to be there." She smiled.

"Well, yeah, we all agree on that. We all were there at one time or another. But, well, how do you feel about having a new brother?"

"I don't know. It's good, I guess. A little nervous maybe, I hope he likes us, but, I mean, the old brother seems okay. My Sissy likes him, anyway." She smiled as she playfully patted Brent on the shoulder.

"See? That's what we told Momma Allison!"

"I know. I heard it all. I was just at the top of the stairs. I was on my way to tell her not to call you dumb, 'cause your brain was bruised in the wreck and then stopped when I heard her tell you about him."

"Well, it will take some adjusting. He's been through a lot, but he's got a great sister that I know will help him out. Won't you? Like you've always had my back? Like you and I and Brent always help each other?"

"Of course! That's what family does!" Sarah replied. "We're all like your dog. We're all special. We're all mutts that were at a shelter because no one else wanted them or could care for them or would allow them, and now we have a great home. A forever home. Can I let him out of his cage?"

Sarah had just explained every feeling I ever had from my teenage years in a way more accurate than anything I could have ever said.

"Sure, but he's a she. And she is named 'Damita' and she is your little brother's pup. They wouldn't let him keep her at the home. And since Momma Allison is allergic, Damita is going to live with us. So you and your brother can visit whenever you want," I explained with tears welling in my eyes at the insight of my little sis.

"Hi, Damita. You're going to love your new home. Brent and Sissy are going to take great care of you," Sarah said as we turned into the gated community we had grown up in.

Damita responded by licking her face.

Brent's phone rang and the display told us it was Ron.

"Hey, Dad. You guys home yet?" Brent asked then, after listening a moment, said, "Great. We're just about there. We're on Walker now. We just came through the gate. Great. See ya in a minute."

"They just pulled in. Alex is really quiet and sad. I guess that's understandable after all he's been through. Ron says he seems nervous, too," Brent explained.

"Yeah, I know I was. I bet Sarah was, too. Weren't you, Sarah?"

"Sure. But we'll get him through it. Damita smells good."

"We just had her washed really good so Mom can be around her for a little while and so she would be all cute and stuff," Brent explained.

"Of course she's cute. All the girls in our family are." Sarah grinned.

We pulled into the driveway and Brent stepped down on the parking brake and turned the truck off. Even though diesels are quieter now, my truck was still the loudest thing in the neighborhood when we drove through. I've still got a bit of white trash in me that way.

We looked at each other, then at Brat, who was holding Damita and smiling.

"Let's go! I can't wait to meet him!" she commanded. We smiled and obeyed our little master.

Brent carried Sarah's backpack and she carried Damita who was turning her head to and fro, sniffing the air and looking confused about these unfamiliar surroundings. I gently knocked to announce us then turned the knob. The door opened and on the other side was Ron, Allison, and Alex, a short, handsome, skinny, dark haired boy with tan skin and sad brown eyes who, upon seeing Damita, fell to his knees in tears.

Damita broke free from Sarah's arms with a bit of squirming and leaped onto Alex's lap and began whimpering and licking his face as he threw his arms around her crying. We all stood silent as emotion washed over us all.

Damita squirmed away from Alex, took off like a lightening bolt, ran a great big circle in the yard yapping her head off, then ran back to him just as fast and leaped on him again. He giggled and laughed with joy and called out her name. This repeated several times as the boy and his dog were reunited. We were all teary eyed, but Brent and Ron were practically bawling.

Finally, Damita calmed down and stayed in his hugging grasp, panting and wagging her tail as she looked us all over as if to thank us for bringing her to Alex. No dog could have ever looked happier.

"Hi, Alex. I'm your sister, Sarah. This is your sister, Sissy. I mean Jessica. But you can call her Sissy. And this is your brother, Brent. They're married and are at college, but I'm going to live here with you. You're going to like it here. Momma Allison and Daddy Ron are great. You're going to love them almost as much as they're going to love you. The only real rule here is love each other. And if Allison or Dr. Ron ever get mad, just try to lay low," Sarah said with a smile as all of our jaws dropped.

"How did you know...." Allison began to ask but Sarah interrupted her.

"Come on. I'll show you your room and where everything is. Sometimes if you sit at the top of the stairs really quiet you can hear Momma Allison talk to Brent and Sissy at night on the phone and hear what they have planned. That can come in useful. Momma Allison is allergic to puppies, but Brent and Sissy are going to take care of Damita. And we go there all the time, and they come here all the time, so that's no big deal." She smiled and offered Alex her hand, which he took. They passed through Ron and Allison as Damita followed them, wagging her tail and exploring. Ron and Allison just stood dumbfounded at Sarah's reaction to it all. 

Sarah began guiding Alex through the house and Brent said "We didn't tell her. She figured it out. She's uh..."

"She's really happy I think. A little nervous, but happy. She heard everything we said last night," I said.

"Do all our kids eavesdrop on us?" Ron asked Allison.

"Oh, dear. I hope not." She smiled. "Well, come on in. If Sarah ever brings Alex back, we will introduce you again."

We went to the den and waited. Allison had made tea which she and I served, and we sipped it while talking. The chit chat centered around how smart Sarah was and, after a long few minutes, they returned.

"There is wifi for computers. I hope you know Macs. If not, it's not hard to learn and Dr. Ron and I will show you. I can do most things but he and Momma Allison are really smart with them. This is where we usually hang out. So, what grade are you in?" we heard Sarah ask as they came back down the stairs from the hallway off the great room.

"Fifth." He smiled as they came in.

"Oh, cool. You'll go to school with me. But don't worry, you probably won't go until Monday. Momma Allison is going to spend the next couple days taking you shopping. She likes to shop. Don't you Momma Allison?" Sarah said, as if to cue us it was okay to talk again.

"Well I do, yes, but mainly I just like to make sure my kids have everything they need. I remember when Jessica joined our family. Well, Jessie, those were trips to the mall I think the store clerks are still talking about."

"I did need everything, that's true. And I didn't know what most of it was for." I giggled as I curled up next to Brent. "And I still haven't thanked you enough."

"Oh, pshaw! I can't take it with me," Allison replied.

Sarah sat beside Allison, and when Alex looked around for his place, Ron slipped a bit away from Allison and patted the couch between them. Alex sat there, a bit stiff at first but he soon relaxed with Damita on his lap.

Allison was nervous around Damita, and I tried to relieve her fear by telling her that we had taken her to the groomers and they had given her a good bath with stuff that was supposed to eliminate dander for a while.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 16



Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, life has been overwhelming. The Amber series is about to start, and I may sporadically add to the Jessica series as well. 

So, here's the thing; if you haven't read any of the previous chapters, you are bound to be totally lost. The story thus far is too long to explain, so I would urge you to read them first, or at least enough of them to get an idea of how we got to this point.

As always, thanks to my editor, Tangentjoker. If you aren't reading his stories you should start right now! Well, read this first, leave a nice comment, then read his. Leave him nice comments too!

Thanks for reading mine, and as always, feedback is welcome. It's about the only way I know if anyone reads it, and if anyone has cracked the code about the last letter in every paragraph in that one chapter. 

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After the tear fest with Alex in the den, we all settled back down. Alex relaxed in our company and Sarah began talking to him about what he liked to do. This often brought references to his mother as it seemed he had little social life outside their home. He had a few friends at his old school but it was apparently very cliquish there among the whites, blacks and hispanics. As he was an American of Honduran descent, most of the Hispanics had began to shun him as they entered middle school and he found little acceptance amongst others. He made it clear he would not miss his old school.

As to fun, he enjoyed movies, playing on the computer and fishing, although he didn't get to go often. He had joined the Boy Scouts at his mother's insistence and had gone with them a few times, as well as camping and hiking. Of all these, he liked fishing the best.

"Well, Dad," Brent said, "looks like you've got a fishing buddy."

"So it would seem. Good thing I kept the boat." Dr. Ron laughed.

Ron and Allison had a boat they kept docked on the river a half hour drive or so away but rarely used it. I had only been out on it once or twice. It was a small one room cruiser but was too big to ski from and I don't think he and Allison were ever really comfortable with me laying in the sun on it, nor was Allison a big fan of it in general. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy going out on it, she just enjoyed other diversions more. Ron had tried to get

Brent into boating but he lost interest as he couldn't ski behind it and, as I would find out later that evening as we talked at home, once he had seen me in a two piece it just tore up his teenage hormones too much to enjoy fishing when we went as a family. 

"You have a boat?" Alex smiled, clearly elated.

"Yep, and now I have a reason to. Once the weather gets warmer lets you, Brent and me go get some crappie."

"That would be great! I don't have any fishing gear. Mr. Crawford always let us use his, but I've caught a bass and lots of bluegill," he said with pride. 

"If you bring any home you better plan on cleaning them and cooking them yourself!" Allison exclaimed.

"Damita likes that." Alex smiled as he looked at Allison. She had been absentmindedly petting her for several minutes but had not noticed until Alex pointed it out.

"I like her too. I wish we could keep her here but you don't want to see me break out in an allergy attack," she said as she stopped petting Damita, apparently through conscious will alone.

"That's okay. I'm just glad she has a home and I can see her. I should take her for a walk, though. She's housebroken, but she has to go outside every few hours. Do you

have something she can drink out of? I think she's thirsty."

"Sure, I'll get her leash. Brent can walk her with you and I'll have food and water when you get back okay?" I answered.

"Thanks!"

"I'll go too!" Sarah volunteered.

"Don't you have homework?" Ron asked, to her enormous disappointment.

"Just some math. We're doing fractions and percents. I don't get it," Sarah confessed.

"I can do that. You show me where to walk Damita and I'll help you with your homework. Deal?" Alex asked, more to Ron than to Sarah.

"Deal!" Ron answered to Sarah's glee.

"Oh, dear. I remember the last time a boy helped a girl with math homework around here," Allison quipped.

Everyone snickered at this, except Sarah and Alex, who did not understand the inside joke. 

"You mean when Brent helped me before Christmas break?" Sarah asked.

"No, dear. You run along. Help Alex walk Damita but stay in the yard, okay?"

"Okay. Come on, Alex. Brent, will you get us the leash?"

"Sure," he replied.

"Brent, why don't you go with them?" Ron asked.

"I was going to. Duh." He smiled.

Soon enough, they were on their way and I had food and water on the front steps for the pup. I then joined Allison and Ron again as the others walked Damita in the cool twilight. The sound of tweenage giggles filled the evening air.

"So, that went well," I said as I returned to the couch.

"Could not have gone better," Ron agreed.

"Can you believe how Sarah acted? I swear one day she's whining like a lost kitten and the next she's uh.." Allison stopped, trying to think of a good simile.

"The next she's the only one that knows the right thing to say?" I suggested.

"Yes. Exactly. So, let me ask you, Jessie, did you used to eavesdrop on us?" Allison grinned.

"No! I would have never... I mean, I don't know where that came from! Remember when you told me last night something I said was dumb, and you were all stressed out? She told us when she heard you she thought you were calling me dumb, and came back to defend me and then started hearing what we were talking about and listened. When we picked her up, she acted kind of odd I guess but I didn't really notice until she said she knew about Alex already."

"Well you know I didn't say you were dumb, I hope it didn't come out that way, you're as smart as anyone I know!" Allison pleaded.

"Oh! No worries! I never took it badly. You were saying something I said about Donna having a baby and making us jealous was dumb, and you know, it was dumb. I think she just heard 'dumb' and 'Jessie' and took it wrong. You don't have to apologize to me and I've already told her what that was about. She just misunderstood. Oh! But I have to tell you what she said! It made me cry. When we were in the truck talking to her, she was petting the dog and I asked how she felt about getting a new brother. She compared us - Brent, her, Alex and me - to being like the puppy in the shelter and how we were lucky to have a forever home. I nearly lost it. I couldn't believe that she had such insight."

"Wow." Allison said. "Its not really like that I guess, bu.,,:

"Yes it is. When she said it, I thought, 'All this time I've had all these confusing feelings, and she sums it up with a comment about a dog.' I'm telling you, she's the smartest of all your kids. At least, well, I would have never thought of that. It made me realize again I can't ever thank you enough for taking me in. You didn't have to, you didn't need me for anything, but you just did."

"That is pretty deep for her age, thank you for talking her through it all. And you never have to thank us. You being here has brought all of us so much joy. I hope someday you'll feel the kind of happiness that kids bring to a home. But we've been sappy enough for one day, don't you think? So, how are you feeling?" Ron asked.

"Good. A little drained emotionally at the moment, but I feel better everyday. It was nice to get back to class today and kind of

get a feeling of normal going. I think I need a routine right now with so many changes going on."

"I bet. You need a vacation. You're still healing, you know. You staying hydrated? Eating right? Avoiding stress?"

"Yes, yes, and yes, and I know I could use a few more weeks off to get adjusted but I have a wedding to plan, school is back, and I'm trying to start a marriage and a life together with Brent. I don't have time for a vacation right now!" I laughed.

"Well, just take it easy. How do your classes look so far?"

"Not bad. Carolyn and Andrew are going to be studying with us. It should be manageable. By the way, Spring Break is the third week in March, I think, if you two want us to take care of Sarah and Alex while you take off."

Both openly laughed at me. 

"We were going to tell you two to take off!" Allison laughed. "Seriously, go to the beach. Get some sun!"

"Oh, that's nice of you, but we'll be doing the honeymoon after the wedding, and we'll have to figure out a way for you to either watch Damita or find a kennel that will take Alex, too. Plus, I can get a lot done then, and I think I would rather hang around with Brent and the kids than be at the beach right now. I think tomorrow I will get Brent to move the desk out of the office room and we'll start making a room for Alex there so he can come up this weekend with Sarah, if that's alright. That way, you can still cut out for the weekend, Sarah can get tutored by Carolyn and Alex can visit Damita. Brent and I will skip the dinner thing so Carolyn doesn't have to watch both."

"Oh, you don't have to do that. We'll stay here with Alex and..." Allison said before I interrupted.

"It's no big deal. I don't mind."

"No, honey, let your mother finish. If Carolyn can watch them both great, but if not, we'll stay here. We weren't doing anything special anyway. But the other thing is your study room. I think it's great to make a room for Alex's visits in it temporarily, but I was, well, Allison and I were talking, why don't we just finish the basement and make it into a den and spare bedroom for you guys,

then use the study room to put in stairs to the attic and finish it this spring, too. You guys take off for Spring Break and we can get most of it done I bet if we get the right contractors."

"That's too much! That's silly, we're only going to stay there through college!" I said.

"Yeah, but I can write it off and call it an improvement so there is an advantage to us as well. Plus, you know what our family motto is, 'I can't take it with me, and I'm not leaving it to you!'" He laughed.

"Ugh! You two! You're trying to turn Brent and I into spoiled brats!"

"Is it working? It doesn't seem like its working, Ron. She's still nice to people and driving a pickup." Allison smiled. 

"Our experiment has failed," Ron said with a sad voice.

"Okay, I'll talk to Brent about it, but no promises. And I'll see if Carolyn doesn't mind Alex staying with her while we go to the dinner I don't really care about." I smiled.

"Jessie, I know you want to spend as much time as you can with Sarah and Alex but we want you to take some time for yourself, too. You need the rest. Look, I've put some thought into this. A lot of what's been eating at Sarah was nearly losing you. You two had just met a few weeks before but, from phone calls and visits, you had quickly become her best bud. I doubt she ever had someone like you in her life. You're more than a foster sister. She looks up to you as much as she does us. She's bonded with you and you have with her, too. You can't even pretend you haven't. And although you were not awake through it, she nearly lost you four times. She dreamed of having a big sister all her life, then gets one and spent weeks thinking you were not going to come back. We all did. We hoped and prayed we were wrong but especially her and Brent; well, they suffered even more than the rest of us. They both took it hard and I think thats why they are both so protective of you and why Sarah is still shaky a lot. She knows now we'd never give her up, and you two wouldn't either, but she is afraid you could seize again any minute and be gone. And poor Brent! He goes through all that, and you don't know how he cried, we all did, but Brent... well, he was ready to die himself if he lost you. We had the pastor talk to him and it did no good. If your readouts hadn't started looking up we were going to get him to a psychiatrist. So, if Sarah wants to cling to you and Brent seems overly worried, just let it be. There is only so much of you, and if you don't take care of yourself and rest; well, no one wants that. So please, take it easy, okay? For all of our sakes, but especially those two. You're irreplaceable," Ron said. 

This was the first time Ron, Allison and I had been able to talk, just the three of us, since I woke at the hospital. I didn't really want to have this conversation but I knew my injuries had taken their toll on them and they deserved to talk to me about how it had affected everyone. They had every right to scold me about taking care of myself. It was just another way of saying they loved me. 

"I know. I am getting enough sleep though, I promise. I do need some empty days, too, but it's just been so busy. Maybe after this week, once I have a routine back, it will slow down. Besides, hanging out with Sarah isn't tiring, and you're right. She's not like a foster sister. She's my little sis. There is nothing foster about it. And I can't spend time with her and spend the same time without her anyway. Brent made me give up thinking of him as my big brother but I'm never going to see Brat as anything except my little sis. I'm sure Alex won't be a burden to have up, either. He is adorable! Oh, and Brent is taking good care of me. I promise."

"Has the marriage thing we talked about last week worked itself out now?" Ron asked delicately. I knew he was referring to my fit of depression on my wedding night. 

"Yes! Definitely!" I smiled.

"That's good. That had us worried, too," Allison said. I should have realized my fit of hormonal rage and self loathing would have been shared with her by Ron and, after a moment's thought, did not mind at all. 

"You don't have to worry. Ya know, maybe for Spring Break Brent and I should get away for a bit. It might be nice to slow down some and have some romance time."

"Thanks, but we'll worry just the same. Its a parent's prerogative. And seriously, I think it's a good idea to finish the basement and attic while you're away. It will give you all the room you need. Hey, did anyone else think he pronounced her name, "Damn It Uh," the first time?" Ron asked.

"Only you, Ron, only you," Allison sighed as he smiled. From my smile and hers, I'm sure Ron knew we were all thinking the same thing.

We chatted a half hour or so until Brent and the kids came in with a re-energized puppy with them. Then Ron announced he was cooking dinner. This was a joke around the house which Sarah enjoyed explaining to Alex. Whenever we ordered carry out it was referred to as Ron cooking dinner. That night, he cooked pizza; which delivered. We ate together at the dining room table, which was not usual for such casual fare but it got Alex accustomed to they way things generally were around the house as that was where we normally ate and we didn't usually do carry out. I knew from my experience that sitting at the table eating dinner like a family was something to cherish after the wrecked childhoods we kids had shared.

After dinner, Allison cleaned up. I tried to help but was shooed away. Brent and Ron hung around the edge of the kitchen talking sports but, in reality, were keeping an eye on our math student and tutor to make sure what Alex was teaching was correct and that Sarah was learning. It was like reliving my own experience with math a couple years earlier when Brent had helped me pass high school Algebra. 

Alex was quite smart for his age. He only had to ask a couple of questions along the way when he got stumped and Sarah was soaking it all up and seemed to be understanding it. It was hard to believe that she was a grade ahead of him but, just as I had, she came to the family and school district with a lot of catching up to do. 

Once Allison finished, the kids finished Sarah's homework, and Damita was again walked briefly, it was early enough for the kids to pick out a movie for us to watch as a family. Ron keeps quite a few on DVD but Sarah wanted to show how the cable and internet accounts worked so, while she taught Alex, Brent and I curled up on the couch. Ron and Allison sat beside us after popcorn and drinks were served, again not allowing me to help. Sarah sat by Allison, and finally Alex found his place between Brent and Ron, both of whom were doting on their little fishing buddy.

Life was good. 

The evening ended too soon and, as far as the drive back to our home went, too late. Damita was a bit upset about leaving Alex and he was a bit teary, too, until Allison suggested they stop by while shopping the next day so Alex could help Damita settle into our home. Alex went to his room, Brent's old one, and came back having changed shirts, and carrying the old and worn flannel one he had been wearing.

"Mom said she knows us by scent, so let her sleep with this," he said as he handed it to Brent. "It will calm her down. I always

let her sleep on my old clothes if she was upset or I was away at school. I guess it worked."

"That's a good idea, buddy" Brent said, accepting the shirt with a smile. I didn't know if that was true or not but Damita was calmer on the drive home.

The evening ended in a chorus of hugs between the six of us and Alex gave us all smiles, which was the best present he could have given. He was sad at losing his mom, and would continue to be, but I think he felt safe and cared for. I knew that soon he would grow to love our family and we would grow to love him. He wasn't as extroverted as Sarah, he was quite reserved in fact, but he was a wonderful, caring little boy and we just adored him.

Sarah protested that she wanted to go shopping, too, but Ron and Allison both nixed this. If she wanted, she could go after she got out of school the next day but you only got to skip school your first two days and she had already gotten hers. Plus, she would have more homework and it would need to be done. Ron and Allison were strict about our studies. They continued to be with Brat and would be with Alex, too. 

"Well, can I go to see Sissy, Brent and Damita tomorrow with you?"

"We'll see," Allison said but we all knew she would be bringing them by after she picked Sarah up. 

"Am I still spending the weekend with you?" Sarah asked me.

"Of course, why wouldn't you? Both you and Alex are. Mom and Dad need a break too, ya know!" I smiled.

"Jessie, we have a lot to do and you have your thing Saturday, maybe we should think about..." was all Allison got out before Sarah and Alex's grins cut her off. "Oh, all right. But you have to take it easy on Jessie. She needs her rest, understand?"

"We will, I promise" Sarah replied. Alex looked confused.

"You need rest?" He asked.

I knelt down to his height for one more bye hug, and said "Yeah, I was in an accident and hurt pretty bad. Everybody was worried and upset about me for weeks. I'm mostly better now but the doctors want me to get a lot of rest. Mom and Dad and Sarah worry about me a lot and poor Brent, too. It's nice to be worried about, though. It means people love you, ya know? Anyway, you don't have to worry about me. They worry enough and I need one family member who isn't scared I'm going to fall over. Okay?"

"Okay! But... are you going to fall over?" Alex asked.

"Brent will catch me if I do. He always has. I'm doing pretty good and Saturday morning I get to start running again and going to the gym. Do you like to run?"

"Yeah, I'll run with you. That way if Brent gets tired I can catch you if you fall." He grinned.

That got him a kiss on the forehead which, in turn, earned me the biggest smile a little boy has ever given me. 

A little before 10 we were on the road. This cut into my plans severely as we had class in the morning but it was worth it to me. As to how Brent felt, well, he was so protective of me I doubt it would have come up had I not raised it after we merged onto the interstate.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 16



"Gosh, I hate it's so late."

"Why's that, hon?"

"Oh, I was going to do something special for my husband. He's so good about taking care of me."

"Oh? Well it's no big deal. You're pretty easy to care for. The only hard part is getting you to slow down."

"It's hard to slow down with him around. He's amazing. The most amazing husband a girl could have." I grinned.

"Thanks, that's sweet. So, what did you have in mind anyway? Or is it a surprise?"

"Hmmm, I really should save it for a surprise," I said as I rested my hand on his thigh, "but last night you mentioned it would be hot to watch me, uh, pleasure myself. So I was going to put my feet up on the dash and take care of that while you drove me home. But..."

"That would be, uh..."

"Awesome?" I asked as he stammered.

"I was thinking incredibly distracting and dangerous but, yeah, awesome, too!" he replied with a smile. "But?"

"Huh?"

"You said you were going to, but..."

"Oh. But, uh, well, this day has been emotional, in a good way, loving and, well, that would seem tawdry and physical. I really would rather just show you how much in love I am with you."

"I'd like that, but we have class in the morning and it's late. Rain check?"

"No. No rain check, I'm still going to show you. Even if it isn't sexually. When we get home, I'm going to hold you and kiss you and snuggle with you so you'll know I'm never letting you go. Sex would be a side effect, not the objective."

"I'd like that."

After a long silence I spoke again. "Mom and Dad told me, well, told me again, or reminded me, of what all of you went through after the wreck, especially you and Brat. It got me to thinking of how grateful I should be, not just for being alive, but for being alive with you. See, you went through seven weeks

that I didn't. Like four weeks ago to you, you were at the hospital thinking I might die, but to me, four weeks ago I was looking forward to spending a weekend at home with you for your birthday. I don't know what you went through, I wasn't there. And I need to remember that before I take issue with why you are so protective and careful with me. I've been worried that you weren't as passionate with me because we're married now, and I think now that.."

"It's not that. I just don't want you to relapse, honey. I just couldn't stand it. I just,... couldn't stand it," he said, his voice cracking.

"I know. You feel like you have to be careful with me. It's not that you're secure with me loving you and taking me for granted, it's that you're literally not secure with me always being there. I get it now," I said. "So I'm going to focus on healing until you are, and we need to set some time aside just for us. Not just to fool around, but just to hang out and be with each

other and no one else. Like when you used to help me with my homework, like Alex was with Sarah tonight."

"So you don't want to study with Carolyn?"

"No, I mean, yes, of course I do. I didn't mean we need time to study just us, we need time to not study, or do anything else, just be together, you know?"

"Like we are right now?"

"Well yes, but even now were are going to and from Sarah and Alex and Mom and Dad. I mean like just sit on the couch or lay in bed. Talking, giggling, cutting up, just being together."

"I'd like that. A lot."

"Me too. I really am feeling much better but I know I've got a long way to go before you feel secure enough to let go around me. I know you would never hurt me, Brent, but I need you to know it, too, and the only way to do that is get my health back so you feel secure again. Does that make sense?

"Yes, absolutely. But with our family life and school, I don't know how much time is left." He giggled.

"True, but those are both great problems to have timewise. Still, I think we need some time everyday. Not to jump

into bed and fuck like rabbits but just to hang out. And if it leads to fucking like rabbits, that's good, too!" I said as we turned onto our street at last.

We pulled in the driveway and the lights were on at Carolyn's. As we got out with Damita, she opened the door to greet us. 

"Hey! Is this the puppy?"

"Sure is," Brent said as he attached the leash. "Come on, Damita. You're going to meet our best friend now."

"He's so cute!" Carolyn exclaimed as Brent gave me the leash and began getting her things from the truck. 

Carolyn knelt down to scratch her behind the ears and looked up to me in the light of the porch. Her eyes were glassy and red. 

"So tell me about the new brother!"

"First, you tell me. Have you been crying?"

"Does it show?" she sniffled.

"Only to people that really know you. What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing really. No worries. Tell me about your brother!"

"Come in and we'll both spill, okay?" I asked.

"Okay, but I'm fine, really. It's just our new study partner, well, uh, I don't think it's going to work out," she said as she stood.

"Andy? What did he do?" Brent asked protectively as I unlocked the door.

Damita was tentative about going in and did so with some trepidation. I flipped the light on and unhooked her leash. 

"Oh, don't worry about it, guys. It's okay, really. Now stop stalling and tell me about the brother!"

"Honey, why don't I show Damita the back yard? You care to wait here with Carolyn?" Brent asked by way of excusing himself.

"Sure! Damita! Go chase those squirrels!" I said as he picked her up and carried her to the back door. 

"Alex, is... just perfect. He's wonderful, smart, and handsome, too. And he wants to come up with Brat Friday but I told him we would need to see if you minded watching them both. Well, actually he's coming anyway. Brent and I will stay home if need be. I don't care about the dinner..."

"Oh, of course I'll watch him! No worries! I'm glad to!"

"Great, that's settled." We talked for a few minutes about Alex, mostly about how cute and smart he was and I gave Carolyn a rundown of what I knew and what my impressions were of him and how he was fitting in. 

"Now, don't make my husband stay out there in the cold night air too long. Tell me what is going on and what has you upset," I said.

"Uh, well, Andy's great. But, well, um, he wants to go a little faster than I'm ready to. He's kinda grabby."

"Did he make you..."

"No! No, he didn't make me do anything. We talked a long time, we studied some, I mean there is not much to study yet, but we talked a lot about class, and about our friends, family and stuff, you know, just getting to know each other. Then I invited him here, we studied some more, talked some more, had dinner. Sat on the couch and one thing led to the other. We were kissing and getting

worked up and, and well, I just couldn't. I'm just not a first date person, I guess. Anyway, he got frustrated, I got frustrated, and it got awkward. I mean, he was nice and all, but I could tell he was upset. Anyway, he left and I don't know, he probably doesn't want to date me, hang out with me, or study with me. I, well, it's been a little upsetting. I just suck at dating. So, for the last hour or two, I've been watching an Anne Hathaway movie and feeling sorry for myself." She smiled and wiped her eyes. 

"Oh, that's dumb. You're wonderful and lots of fun. If you need to take it slow I'm sure he'll understand. And if he doesn't, then it's his loss!"

"Right. Like you would know what it's like to date me." She giggled.

"Uh, if you recall..." I laughed.

"That doesn't count!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, that just kinda happened. And that's what you need to do, just let it happen. If not Andy, with someone else. That's when it will happen, when you aren't trying. So stop that feeling sorry for yourself. After all the attention you got today from guys, he should be glad you deemed him worthy of your time." I smiled.

She sort of stared at me for a minute and an awkward silence filled the room. It was broken by Brent

coming in the back door and coming down the hall. We could hear Damita yapping to her heart's content in the back yard and I knew we would need to bring her in and calm her down before the neighborhood complained.

Brent came in and said, "I think she likes the yard. I'll get her in a minute. So how is everything in here? Everything okay?"

Before I could come up with an answer, Carolyn spoke.

"Brent, remember when we talked about full disclosure? I think I need to do that now."

"Uh, okay. I understand. Let me get Damita," he said, sounding a bit concerned, and walked back down the hall and out the back door.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Just... wait a second," Carolyn said, her eyes watering again. She couldn't look at me, either, and kept looking away.

Brent returned, Damita happy in his arms, and sat by us on the sectional. 

"Jessie, remember when I told you last fall that Brent used to go out with Steven and I and turn all the girls away that approached him?"

"Sure, you told him to man up and tell me how he felt," I replied.

"Well, yeah, I did. But, well there's never been a good time to tell you this. Brent did hang out with us last year at Tech but, when I told him that, it was right after I caught Steven cheating the first time. We were broken up. It was before we got back together that time and when I told you he turned away all the girls that approached him, well, I was speaking from personal experience."

"Uh, I'm not following. You hit on Brent?"

"Well, I didn't know anything about you. I barely knew you existed, much less that he was in love with you. You were a picture on his wall and, I thought, his sister. I didn't find out who you were to him and how he felt until... Well, he was a freshman, I was a sophomore, almost a junior, I was a little sister at the frat, and I wanted to make Steven jealous. So, they have this thing where the fraternity's little sisters ask the unattached members out, and I picked Brent. Nothing happened. He was a complete gentleman, but,,, well, I wasn't. I kinda threw myself at him."

"You were drunk Carolyn, and I never thought of it as a date. Steve was my friend. I only went to try to get you to reconsider him and take him back," Brent said.

"So you dated my husband back when I thought he was my brother. I see. Brent, are there any other women out there I should

know about?" I said, trying to seem harsh but halfway through I was giggling. 

"Jessie! Its not funny! I feel terrible. You're my best friend and I've never told you about that. I didn't want to get Brent in trouble with you." She cried.

"Carolyn, hush! I've told Brent, and I'll tell you, and anyone else that wants to know, whatever either of us did before the last Monday in May of last year doesn't matter. Only things after that do. I know Brent dated a lot of girls. He's, well, damn, just look at him! But that was the day he told me he loved me, and after that, well, if you two were making out after that then that might piss me off. But before then, that's none of my business. And whatever happened, it was for the best if you sent him to me. So, stop it right now."

"It's not something I'm proud of," she said. 

"Carolyn. Geez. Get over it."

"I, I just want to say I'm sorry for not telling you all this time. I should have told you sooner and there's something else. Brent, should I tell her or you?

"This is where I should come in. See, Carolyn? I told you that

wouldn't bother her. It's old news and, well, it led to Jessie and I being together," Brent said, as he wrapped his arms around my waist then turned to look at me. "Jessie, like I said, I never thought the party last spring was a date. Carolyn and Steven and I had been friends, and when they split, well, I guess Carolyn and I had different ideas about what it was. We've talked before about the girls I dated, and a couple times I was going to mention it, but, well, we didn't sleep together or even come close so I just wrote it off as drunk college stupidity on Carolyn's part and a misunderstanding on mine..."

"I did try to shove my tongue down your throat, though," Carolyn said, trying to crack a smile. 

"You were drunk, okay? And when I said 'no', and, well that was what made us talk about Jessie. But yeah, thanks for planting that image in her mind, Carolyn. Geez. Anyway, if it is a problem, blame me, not Carolyn, but..."

"Good lord, you two! I'm not mad or upset. I have no reason to be. Well, no, I take that back, I'm irritated that you have let this fester in you so long, Carolyn. If it's been bothering you then you should have gotten it off your chest a long time ago and now I've got to feel guilty. No, that's not the right word. Not 'guilty', now I wonder if, well, why couldn't you just talk to me? Brent and I have already dealt with our pasts; he had a lot of girls before me, and I had one guy, but at least I never got a video of Brent with any of them. We both put everything like that in the past. We weren't a couple and I have no right to be mad and I'm not. Anyway, get over it. I'm not upset, and it's not the sort of thing that would upset me. It's not like when Amber told Trish about his dick. Now that was awkward."

"How would she know about my di..."

"Her sister Andrea?" I interrupted.

"Oh. Yeah."

"Who's Andrea?" Carolyn asked, confused.

"This whore he used to fuck. Amber's sister. Back when he claims he was trying to make me jealous." I smiled.

"She's not a whore," Brent said.

"Brent, I'm not good at the whole dating and relationship thing but a word of advice about a woman's perspective. Everyone you were ever with before Jessie is a whore. Got it?" Carolyn said.

"Got it." He chuckled. "Okay, so back to what we were talking about. The other day, when your mom, uh, your mom Donna, and Mike came by and we heard you screaming and we both came running? Remember?" Brent asked.

"Yes. She had just told me she was pregnant and handed me the ultrasound."

"Right and we both came running. Well, when you all

asked us aside, we went out on the porch, and while you talked, well, we talked, too. Carolyn was terrified when she heard you scream, and she came in and saw Donna that, well, that Donna had told you about something, well, that was totally innocent, but, uh it could be taken the wrong way. Anyway, we agreed when you were strong enough we would tell you before anyone else did. Now, nothing happened, okay?"

"Uh" I said, not knowing where this was going, but concerned now as Brent and Carolyn seemed so serious suddenly.

"Look, remember your room at the hospital? That chair that reclined until it was a bed that I slept on?"

"Yeah."

"Well, one night, right after they had you over the sepsis and pneumonia and you were out of ICU, right after you were in that room, well, we still didn't know if you would ever wake up, and Carolyn and I were practically living at the hospital. School was out for us, so we stayed there pretty much full time. Anyway, you were only supposed to have one visitor at a time, and one overnight in the room, but they mostly ignored that if we stayed out of the way. Anyway, one morning I woke up, and Donna was there. And.. uh..." Brent stammered.

"She woke me up, too," Carolyn said. "I had come in to check on you and Brent was asleep on the cot thing, and I sat there a while being emotional. I was sitting there watching you and crying and feeling bad about you and sorry for myself and your family. I was thinking about how bad Sarah, Brent, and everyone else was hurting, and how much pain you must've been in, and I cried forever it seemed. I finally wore myself out and finally I just laid down and went to sleep, too. Sometime in the night one of the nurses must have put a blanket over us. Anyway, the look on your mom's face, well, she surely suspected we had..." Carolyn said, looking at Brent.

"Anyway, it was innocent. Nothing happened. But it could have been taken the wrong way," Brent concluded.

"So you came running because you thought Donna had told me you slept together?" I asked.

"No, because we thought you might be dying. We had no idea what was going on. I didn't even remember that morning until I saw Donna. Then I thought, 'Shit, I need to tell her about that. But I need to tell Brent I'm going to tell her so I don't fuck everything up,'" Carolyn said. "You believe me, don't you? You know we would never do anything like that."

"Like what?" I asked, a kernel of an idea formulating in my mind.

"Sleep together."

"You did sleep together," I said.

"You know what I mean. You know I wouldn't be with your husband, Jessie!"

"We weren't married."

"Damn it! You know I would never fuck your boyfriend!"

"We were on a break. We hadn't resolved our issues yet," I deadpanned.

"Jessie! We didn't... I, we, nothing would fuck... Nothing happened!" Brent and Carolyn both both were nearly shouting and their words mixed together. 

"I, uh, I think I need to go to bed now," I said, as I picked up Damita, slowly running my free hand down the soft fur on her head and neck. I stood and walked to the stairs.

"Jessie, please, if you're.. well, it's not Brent's fault. He was asleep the whole time. I was the one... Well, if you're going to be mad, be mad at me, not him. I swear, he's innocent," Carolyn pleaded.

I turned at the foot of the stairs, and set Damita at my feet, her tail slowly wagging as she looked up with sad brown eyes. 

"How can I believe you, Carolyn? You lied to me about dating Brent. And remember when we were at the dorm, and you lied to me to make me go to breakfast and lied to me about being able to drive a stick?" I softly asked, stressing the word 'lied' each time I said it.

"Yes." She wept.

"Well, I said I was going to get you back," I nearly whispered, so softly neither could hear what I was saying. "and..." I started again louder, then stopped, my voice shaking as I sniffled...

"Got ya!" I exclaimed with a grin, laughing my ass off at her as I sat on the step and cackled with glee. 

"Oh, you... you bitch! I thought you hated me! Fuck! Oh, it's on, bitch! It's on!" Carolyn laughed.

Brent, the poor guy, just sighed and sunk into the couch. 

"It's on? Bring it, girl!" I laughed and returned to the couch. 

"Oh, I'll get you back, Jessie. Mark my words!" she said as she threw her arms around me.

"You can try! Brent will protect me, though. Won't you Brent?"

"Hey, I can only try. I've seen Carolyn when she's mad, though." He grinned. "You really pulled that off well. I thought you hated both of us."

"Really? And how many times have I told you that's not possible?" I asked as I put the arm that wasn't around Carolyn around him.

"A few. I'll try to remember that next time." He smiled. 

"But, well I am sorry, Brent. I didn't want you to get hurt," I said as Carolyn and I hugged.

"I'm not hurt! I was terrified but not hurt. Don't ever do that again!"

"No! Not me! I didn't mean for Carolyn to hurt you!"

"Huh? How did I hurt him?" Carolyn asked.

"Well, you said you would never fuck him. That's gotta sting. I mean, I think most girls would leap at the chance, but geez, you must have really high standards or something." I smiled.

"Ugggh, okay." Brent sighed.

We cut up a while longer, laughing the whole time at

ourselves and each other, before finally going to bed for the night. Carolyn must have left around midnight, and while that was far too late to be awake during the week, our two classes the next day were cake. One was a mandatory humanities class in the art school called "Introduction to Design" and the other an American Lit class. Brent and Carolyn were in both, and each had a class following them, although I had opted for a more limited schedule given my health.

I didn't wear anything special to bed, just panties and a camisole rather than PJs or lingerie. That way I could be ready if Brent desired me physically, but comfy if he just wanted to snuggle and sleep. I was pretty sure given the time it would be the latter and was, unfortunately, right. 




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 16



Brent set up Damita's bed in our room for the night, figuring it would be best for her to be around people at first and we put her food and water dishes nearby on a tray so it wouldn't hurt the floor if she spilled any. Brent put Alex's shirt in the bed with her and she snuggled up with it and went to sleep. By one am, though, she had found her way onto the bed and was nestled between us. 

We woke early, me slightly before Brent. I walked to the dressing table where my phone was beeping out its alarm and turned it off, then looked at myself in the mirror. I would need a lot of base today to conceal the shadows under my eyes from lack of sleep, but first would have to jump in the shower. 

Brent stirred and arose, and sat briefly on the edge of the bed while I was looking in the mirror, then before I could move to get in the shower was standing behind me. He placed his arms around me and I felt the warmth of his breath behind my ear and on my neck. My hair was still in the scrunchie I had pulled it into the night before and he kissed my neck where it met my shoulders. 

"Mmmm that feels nice," I whispered. 

He said nothing but slid his hands up my waist and to my breasts, gently massaging each. I could feel his manhood rise against my back and for a moment thought of waving him off, but decided we could be late for class if necessary. Around the time I began to give in to my arousal, Brent's hand slid from my breast and down my side, then over my abs to the front of my panties. 

"Oh..." I gasped as his fingers found their way under the waistband and I found myself unconsciously opening my legs to allow access to my nether regions. His kisses slowly traced my neckline and his hot breath was driving me slowly insane, when his fingertips finally found my moist slit. He could barely reach me at that angle and from behind, but was on my most sensitive spot anyway. 

My body took my mind out of the equation and began to undulate my hips in reaction to his touch. I was soon drenched down there. I placed my hands against the dressing table to stable myself and that was all the invitation Brent needed to kiss his way down my back through the camisole as he hooked a finger under my panties and tugged them to the floor.

Once that stitch of clothing was gone, Brent gently grabbed my ass cheeks and nudged me forward as he opened them. His tongue probed me, first in my wet pussy, then as I arched my back to give him better access to my slit. His tongue swirled around my butthole and I left my mind behind. 

He continued his oral attentions, although awkwardly given the position, for I could not say how long. I was loving the teasing and licking he was doing and he could have done so all day for all I cared. When he stopped, I briefly returned almost to my senses as I looked over my shoulder when he stood. I started to turn to face him, but Brent put his hands firmly on my hips and held me as he slid his rigid meat into me. 

I gasped as I was not quite expecting him to take me in this position, but leaned forward and braced myself against the dressing table as he began to pump me full of his cock. Each stroke brought me nearer and nearer to climax. 

"I love you, Jessie," I heard Brent groan as his cock hammered me.

"I love you, too... Fuck me, fuck me hard!" I grunted as I was able to between thrusts. I was pushing my hips up and down to thrust my pussy against him in time with his cock's invasion of me. I slipped over into orgasm as the head of his dick hit my g spot with each thrust and was lost in passion for a moment.

Then Brent pulled my hair hard enough to hurt, groaned deeply and with a final shove buried his cum spraying member deep inside me.

I yelped in pain and ecstasy, so deliciously alive with orgasm the pleasure transcended the sharp pain from my scalp. Brent returned to earth and released his grip on my pony tail, and with that I descended as well. The thought entered my mind that the last three times he had pleasured me, and I had served him, pain was involved at the moment I was cumming the hardest. This didn't seem normal to me but I didn't really know what normal was. As Brent grew soft and fell from me, his kisses softly grazing my neck, shoulders and cheek, it occurred to me that I would have to meditate on this further. 

But not at that moment, as the doorbell rang and Damita decided to go from quietly asleep to bat shit crazy in a split second. I looked at my phone and saw it was still just a few minutes after seven, who could be stopping by this early. Brent was growling as he tugged his PJs back on and Damita continued to yap her little head off. For my part, I kicked my panties off the one foot they were still on, and sought out a pair of sweats and my house coat while Brent and Damita went down to investigate who was at the door. 

I had not yet caught my breath, and looking at myself in the mirror I saw staring back a woman who had clearly just had her brains fucked out. Still, I heard Allison, Sarah and Alex downstairs, and the joy in his voice as he again reunited with his puppy. Despite the moisture I felt down below, I made my way to the stairs to greet our early morning guests. 

"Sissy!" Brat yelled as she ran across the room and hugged me.

"Well! What brings you out so early? Skipping school today?"

"No," Allison said with a smile, "but when I agreed to bring Alex by before you went to class so he could be assured that Damita likes her new home, someone threw a hissy fit about not being

able to go herself. I hope you two don't mind."

"Not a problem at all!" I said. "We just woke up, shall I fix you guys breakfast?"

"No, no! We can't stay, I have to get Sarah to school. So how was Damita?" She smiled nudging me subtly that Alex needed reassurance.

"Oh, she was a sweetheart! No problem at all. She really likes the backyard. You want to take her out there for her morning run, Alex?" Brent asked.

"Can I?" he exclaimed.

"Sure, she just lives with us. She's always going to be your doggie, too. Come on, I'll show you the way," Brent said as he led Alex and his puppy down the hall to the backyard.

"I was just about to jump in the shower. You sure I can't make you breakfast? Sarah needs to eat before school," I said.

"Oh, trust me, she has. I think she concocted this scheme last night. She was up and ready to go at 5:30 this morning. Besides, we can't stay. We've got to get her off to school and then Alex and I are going to hit the stores for some retail therapy."

"I can help!" Sarah exclaimed.

"You can help most by going to school, Sarah, like you agreed this morning," Allison said. "And maybe you can go with us this afternoon, if you don't act out anymore."

"Act out? Sarah?" I smirked.

"It's shocking, isn't it? It came as a total surprise to all of us." Allison grinned.

We sat on the couch a few minutes while Brent and Alex let Damita run. Sarah promised to go with no protest to school but, somehow, we doubted their wouldn't be a little bit of whining involved. She was hugging me on the couch even more than usual this morning. Soon, the doorbell rang with Carolyn coming over to join the hubbub and she got a big hug from her favorite math student as well. 

"So, why don't you want to go to school?" I finally asked Sarah.

"I do. I just miss you." She smiled as she snuggled up against me again. 

"You just saw us last night, and we're picking you up for the weekend tomorrow!"

"Sarah, why don't you check up on Brent and Alex, okay?" Allison asked.

"Okay." she smiled as she gave me one more squeeze before bounding off the couch and traipsing down the hall to the back door.

"She had another nightmare last night," Allison said. "She was crying half the night until I promised her we would come check on you today."

This made me feel terrible. A child should not be scared that like.

"About me dying?"

"Yes, I, well, Ron and I, think that yesterday was a lot more emotional than she let on and it's just one of those things we'll have to work through with her. She wanted to call you last night but you would have been asleep already and..."

"Doesn't matter. Next time just call. It will wake one of us up and I'm always ready to talk to her and tell her to not worry so much."

"Yeah, and if it was before midnight Jessie was wide awake and terrifying Brent and me, anyway." Carolyn smirked. 

"Jessie! What happened? You didn't have a seizure again did you?" Allison exclaimed.

"Oh no! I, uh, just got somebody back for a prank," I said until Carolyn interrupted.

"Yeah, by making us think she hated us for falling asleep on the same couch at the hospital. Geez."

"I don't understand," Allison said.

"We fell asleep at the hospital once. Well, I did. Brent was already asleep on that cot in her room. Anyway, Donna woke us up and looked at us like we were perverts and cheating perverts at that. So we told Jessie that so if she ever heard about it she would know it was all innocent and she acted all mad and freaked both of us out last night."

"Hmm, well Jessie, I did tell you husbands like some strange things when it comes to the bedroom." Allison giggled.

"Oh. My. God. You too, Allison? Geez, is your whole family going to torture me, Jessie?" she asked as her laughter joined Allison's and mine.

"Well, Momma Allison and I do talk about everything." I smirked.

"Donna told me about that morning. She said she scared both of you to death and then after she left couldn't stop laughing at the looks on your faces." Allison giggled. "Your mother has a..."

"Other mother," I corrected, and received a smile in return.

"Your other mother has a dark sense of humor sometimes." Allison snickered.

"Oh good, because Carolyn has vowed to get me back, and Brent is afraid of her. You and Donna will protect me, won't you?" I laughed.

"You might be on your own. But if it really gets bad, we'll be sure to film it."

Sarah came bouncing back into the room and jumped on the couch beside me. 

"I can't wait 'til tomorrow," she beamed.

"Me either! We'll have so much fun. What are you reading now?"

"Well, I finished Huckleberry Finn. I didn't like the ending. It was like he just got tired of writing and the story never really went anywhere."

"I think it was supposed to just be a portrait of life when he grew up. But I think you're right. He did just get tired of writing." 

"What should I read next?" she asked.

"Hmmmm, I guess we could start reading the Percy Jackson series. You might like that since you loved Harry Potter."

"Great! I'll see if Mom will take me to the bookstore today so I can get it. Can I please, Mom?

"Maybe if there is time after school. Today I'm shopping with Alex or did you forget?"

"No... I was hoping you did, though." Sarah grinned. 

"No laying out of school, Brat!" I squealed. "Come on, you can borrow my copy." I said as I started up the stairs, Sarah close on my heels.

Even though Brent had organized my books, he had managed to at least keep series together so I was able to find it quickly. I pulled if from the shelf and turned to a smiling Sarah.

"Okay, look, you can keep it as long as you like but you have to promise me something in return," I said as I handed it to her.

"What's that?" She smiled.

I took her hand and led her to sit with me on the edge of the bed. 

"Sarah, Mom told me about your nightmare. I need you to try to stop worrying. I'm doing everything the doctors have told me and..."

Sarah interrupted me by throwing her arms around me and crying, "I can't. I can't stop worrying, you almost..." she said until she blubbered too much to talk. 

"I know. It's not like we can just turn off worrying, I understand that. You and Brent were scared for weeks about me. I get that. I slept through it all and honestly until recently it hadn't occurred to me how scared you and Brent must have been. I'm so sorry to have put you through that. But here's the thing; I'm doing okay. I know I'm not a hundred percent yet, but I'm getting there. And all this worrying is going to hurt you and scare Mom and Dad and I just couldn't stand that. So, here's what you have to do for me. You have my number saved in your phone. When you get scared about me or worried about me, just send me a text or call. I will always answer if I'm okay. If you don't get an answer, then try Brent's number and if still no answer, then you can get worried. I will tell you if I'm going to be somewhere that I can't reply, like class or the doctor, something like that. If you have a nightmare about me, and you wake up, call me. Okay? It doesn't matter how late. Will you do that for me? And I promise, really promise, that if something goes wrong I will tell you as soon as I know, well, as soon as I tell Brent. I have to tell him first, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled through her sniffles.

"And you have to do the same. If something is bugging you, about me, or school, or just life, you let me know and don't bottle it up. Will you do that?"

"Uh huh." She nodded.

"Is there anything bothering you at school?" I asked gently.

"No, school is great. There are some boys that pick on me and my friends some but they aren't mean or anything."

"Sounds like they like you." I smiled.

"That's what Mom and Mrs. Cooper said," Sarah replied referring to her favorite teacher.

"Is there anything else you're worried about?"

"No... well, yeah, I don't know, maybe."

"What is it, Sarah? You can talk to me about anything."

"Alejandro.. Alex. He seems so sad when Mom and Dad aren't around."

"You think he's having a hard time with losing his mother and moving in?"

"Yeah. He cries a lot. I mean, like he's hurting bad. When I was showing him the house yesterday he had to stop two or three times just to cry. That's what took so long."

"You remember when you lost your mother?"

"Yeah." She sniffled at the memory.

"Does he cry about like that?"

"Yeah."

"I guess that's understandable, then. I never really lost my Mom, not like you and Alex. I mean, I did, but I knew she was alive somewhere. My hurt was different. I can't imagine how you two must feel. Alex is lucky to have you as a sister to help him through it."

"I want to help, but I don't know what to say."

"Yesterday you said all the right things. You were the only one of us that knew what to say. Just let him know you care and that it's okay to hurt. And quietly let Ron and Allison know when he's upset so they can help him, too, okay?"

"Okay. Can I stay here with you today?" She smiled.

"No! You know you have to go to school!" I said, then realized she wasn't serious. "And people wonder why I call you 'Brat'!" I continued as I hugged my little sis and never wanted to let go. 

Allison came to round up Sarah as Alex was satisfied that Damita's home met with both his and Damita's approval. Sarah joined him in hugging and petting her until I thought her tail might just wag off. During this, I was able to pull Allison aside to tell her of my conversation with Sarah and her concerns about Alex and his pain. As we had all expected some bumps in the road this wasn't surprising, nor was it surprising that she was worried about my health still. 

Once they left, Brent and I barely had time to shower before class. He again used the spare one while I used the one attached to our room to wash off, among the usual grime, the flaky dried residue of Brent's creamy man sauce that had oozed from me. I still felt tingly with amorous satisfaction as I applied my makeup and did my hair. Brent made breakfast through this and the uniform of the day was a simple snug sweater and low riders that made my legs look even longer. Brent just wore khaki pants and a polo. Guys have it easy. 

"Okay, so where shall we meet after class?" Brent asked as we all rode in his SUV to campus.

"Well, we will be in Rogers when I get out. Why don't you guys meet me at the deli when you do?" I said.

"That sounds good. Make sure you get the keys from me," Brent agreed.

"Why? I can just walk. Its just at the end of the parking lots."

"That's a long way, I'd feel better if you took the car. Carolyn and I won't mind walking."

"Uh. Carolyn is wearing heels, in case you didn't notice, Brent. I'm pretty sure she would mind walking, besides it's not far, I can manage

it.

"No, I don't mind," Carolyn said.

"Well, I do. I have my cross trainers on. It just makes sense for me to walk. It's only a hundred yards or so. Geez, what's the problem?"

"I just worry about your heartrate, honey, thats all." Brent said, the honesty of his concern showing. 

"Hmmm, you weren't worried about that when we woke up this morning." I smirked and took his hand in mine. I was still feeling the warm after fuck glow and felt deliciously alive at the moment, and very much in love.

"Oh! You got some! That's nice! Rub it in on the single girl, Jessie. Thanks!" Carolyn giggled. 

Brent blushed openly.

"Well, I'm sorry! Somebody woke up feeling like a newlywed." I grinned and leaned over to kiss Brent on his now bright red cheek.

"Okay, what if after class I drive you over?" Brent asked.

"You trying to change the subject? Okay, you can drive me, but drive Carolyn too, so she doesn't have to go all the way in heels," I answered.

"Uh, are you talking about class or suggesting a threesome? I got lost in the conversation somewhere." Carolyn giggled.

"Class!" Brent almost shouted, "God you two are going to be the death of me!"

The car was silent until Brent pulled up in front of the building we shared our first class in and dropped us off. Along the way I think we were all wondering if Carolyn's little joke had crossed a line and how we would all react over it. Carolyn was antsy, I suppose, wondering if she had pissed us off. Brent, well, he was confused and anxious that I would be irate. I was actually more intrigued than offended. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't ready to invite Carolyn to bed with us. Coming from anyone else it would have pissed me off, though, but with Carolyn, perhaps because we had been intimate, or perhaps because the three of us were so close I just found the comment as it was intended, humorous. 

Then I realized an awkward silence had taken over the ride and we were already coming to a stop at the visual arts building. 

"Calm down, Brent! We wouldn't really kill you." I snickered before adding. "We'd just make you think you had died and gone to heaven."

I held up my hand for a high five that Carolyn was happy to give, and the weight that had oppressed the air in the car was lifted. I kissed Brent again, just a short peck goodbye, grabbed my bookbag and purse and got out.

Brent drove off to find a parking place while Carolyn and I went in to find our classroom and seats.

"Sorry, I guess I kinda made that awkward," Carolyn said.

"No worries, it was funny, and besides, well... Never mind," I replied.

"What? You've thought about it?"

"What? No! Well, no, it's just, well, our relationship, the three of us, it's still kinda working itself out ya know? I mean, last night I found out we've all basically dated each other."

"No, I don't think that's true. I went out with Brent once, I don't think it's fair to say he ever went out with me. I mean, I know that sounds weird, but... well, he was never attracted to me. It was always about you with him. You know he loves only you, Jessie."

"Oh, I know. What I mean is, well at least to some degree we've all been close, romantically and platonically. Is that the right word? Anyway... Oh, here it is," I said as I saw the room number above the door, "Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, look, we'll all figure out who we are to each other. We know we're close, closer than most people, I mean. Brent and I, well we know who we are to each other. And you and I, and I guess you and Brent, but who we are as a group is a work in progress. We'll figure it out." I smiled.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 17



Welcome back readers, thanks for coming on this journey with me. I know it's been a while, but life has been, well interesting of late. By my count this is the 17th chapter in what was supposed to be a three or four chapter story, and it's still not quite done. Well, the second part isn't done, obviously since these last few chapters were originally epilogues at least the first part is over, and with this chapter we're moving into new terrain. 

As always, you might want to read the preceding chapters lest ye be lost. Unless you like being lost in which case dive right in. I don't judge.

Finally, as always, thanks to my wonderful editor TangentJoker. You should read his stories too and give them all "fives." His stories are so much better than most I read here. Also, I apologize for it having taken this long to publish a new chapter, and I haven't done anything in the Amber series lately either, but it wasn't scoring so well anyway so I just sort of set it aside. I will try to get back on both soon. In the meantime, enjoy!

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I awoke with a little boy's foot in my face and a little girl laying across my legs. The comforter, blanket and sheet were knotted amongst all of us, none of it being any use at keeping us warm. Still, the room was comfortable and the kids were completely knocked out. It was, I figured, about six in the morning. Brent had vanished, but I heard him shuffling around downstairs.

I disentangled myself from the kids and, with a quick look in the mirror that made me realize I don't like mirrors that early, I went downstairs to be greeted by Brent's warm smile and a cup of hot coffee.

"Hey, I hope I didn't wake you. Damita wanted out." Brent smiled.

"No, I think Alex sleepwalking on my face is what woke me," I replied with a grin. Just seeing Brent brings a smile to my face. I can't help it.

"Oh, are you okay? Did he get your nose?" Brent asked, his concern for my recently broken nose and face showing.

"Oh, nothing like that. I think he was trying to tip toe on my jaw. No pain, nothing bruised or broken." I smiled.

I took the coffee from his hand and we kissed each other good morning.

"Another busy day today. Will it ever slow down?" Brent smiled.

"Not too busy, just church and then Mom's... My mom's, and Dr. Riley's lunch thing. Should be fun. After that I think we have the afternoon to ourselves." I gave the best wicked grin I could at six in the morning as I raked my nails down his tee shirt covered torso.

"Right, like Donna, Momma Allison, and Sarah aren't going to take you shopping." He smiled back.

"Well they can try, but today I think I need to just curl up with my husband. I am a newlywed, remember? I need my snuggle time!"

"We'll see. I think we spent more time alone together last summer when we were sneaking around than we have since we got married," Brent replied with a grin.

This made for an awkward silence. I couldn't tell if Brent was upset by how busy we had been, or was expressing frustration, or what. I could understand his frustration. Since I had gotten out of the hospital, our lives had been a whirlwind and showed no signs of slowing down. This was usually because our family, Carolyn included, loved us so much and we loved them in return. That said, some private time would be nice and we had talked about the need for it several times and tried for it several times without much success. Still, I had great hopes for the afternoon and I had decided to take Allison and Ron up on their offer of us getting away on Spring Break, even though that was still weeks away. We had just finished our first week back at school. Surely, things would slow down and congeal into a regular schedule now.

"I didn't mean that bad," Brent finally said to break the silence. "I guess that came out wrong. It's just we've been so busy the last three weeks it seems like we're always on the go."

"I know, and I agree," I confided. "I hope things slow down some, too. Sarah and Alex are going to need a lot of attention, but so do..."

"The Andersons?" Brent interrupted.

It took me a second to realize he was talking about us. "Yes. I concur. We must pay more attention to the Andersons." I grinned and hugged him. His body was so muscular and firm and sexy, anytime I was close I was turned on and that it was six in the morning was no exception.

I kissed him deeply and his minty lips returned my affection as I set my coffee on the breakfast bar and squeezed him tighter. The taste of his lips reminded me, though, that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet and made me quite self conscious, not that it mattered as at that moment Alex came with with a bright smile and a loud "Good morning!"

"Good morning, Buddy!" Brent exclaimed as we began to slide apart. He kept his arm around me, though, and it felt natural to just stand there arm in arm. "Did you sleep good?"

"Yes. Miss Sarah is still asleep. Is Damita outside?" He grinned.

"Sure is, I just let her out. She's probably about ready to come back in if you want to check on her. Me and your Sissy were about to cook breakfast. Pancakes okay?"

"Can I help? I used to..." and then began the morning tear fest.

Brent looked at me, both of our faces filled with vicarious sadness, and whispered, "Could you get Damita?" He broke away from me and took Alex by the hand.

"Come on, Buddy. It's okay," I heard Brent console Alex as they walked hand in hand to the living room.

I fetched Damita from the back yard. She was quite ready to come in having taken care of her business and properly admonished the squirrels to stay in their trees. She walked through the door and led me down the hall to Alex and Brent. We found Alex on Brent's lap, crying his eyes out on his shoulder. Damita jumped atop his lap and began whimpering in time with his tears. Between Damita's nuzzling his face and Brent reassuring him that it was okay to be upset and that we all understood, in a few minutes Alex was calming down.

"Your mom, I know you're going to make her so proud. Sometimes when things suck for me, I have to remind myself that I need to be strong and make my parents proud, too, Buddy," Brent whispered.

"I don't mean to be weak..."

"Oh, Buddy, you're not weak. You're hurt. You're as strong and brave as anyone. It's okay to hurt and it's okay to get it out. If you try to bottle it up, you'll just hurt yourself trying. Besides, you're safe here and everyone loves you and, well, we're here for you. I know we can't take your mom's place, no one can, but we can help you pick up and move on, remembering who you lost and making them proud of who you become."

I sat silently as Brent continued to console Alex and after a few minutes we were in the kitchen, making pancakes and playing with the batter as if nothing had happened. I remembered the moment all day though and knew Brent was who I wanted to live my life with and have children with. I had chosen well.

Princess Bratface deemed us worthy to be joined for breakfast just as the food was ready and complained that we hadn't woken her to help.

Soon we were fed, showered, clothed and ready for church. For once, we would actually be early. Brent drove, of course, and this time we took his SUV with Carolyn meeting us there. As we backed up to let Carolyn out, we ended up aimed the opposite direction but figured to just go around the block. Instead, Brent drove crosstown to pick up the interstate on the other side, which added about 15 minutes, but was pleasant enough and gave us more time to chat with the kids. We would still be early for church, but would have to rush Alex and Sarah into Sunday school. That wasn't a big deal as they would be in the same class and Sarah was already promising to introduce her new brother.

Alex beamed with pride at the connection he shared with Sarah and we knew he was in good hands. Suddenly, though, Alex asked Brent to slow down.

"What's wrong, Buddy?"

"Is this Market Street coming up?" He smiled.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Oh, right over there is the youth center. That's where my scout troop meets!" Alex excitedly pointed out, happy at last to share something with us. Of course, he became almost instantly sad again.

"Really? What night do you meet on?" I asked, hoping to find the spark of happiness that had just been extinguished by the memory.

"We did on Tuesday, but I guess I can't now," he said, dejected and again reminded that his life was turned upside down.

We rode in silence for a moment until Brent, a quizzical look on his face, looked into the rearview and asked "Why not?"

"Because it's so far from Dr. and Mrs. Anderson," he confessed sadly.

"Well, why don't you ask Dr. Ron about that? I bet you'll be surprised. He always took me to scouts," Brent replied.

Brent had been in scouts, as had Ron. I never did. Selling cookies wasn't my thing. But when I first moved in, Ron and Brent had done a lot with the scouts; camping and such. I'm not really an outdoorsy person so I really didn't pay attention to it all.

"You think he would take me?" Alex smiled.

"I think so. He might even join you. I know I'd like to."

"Brent was in the scouts when I first moved in. Weren't you, Brent?" I asked, nudging the conversation along.

"Yep, I finished my Eagle a few years ago when I was fifteen. I didn't think Jessie ever noticed. It was right before she came to live with us."

"You're an Eagle?" Alex asked, seemingly star struck.

"Yeah, it's not that big of a deal. It just takes time and work. Dr. Ron is, too. And in a few years, if you want, you can be, too," Brent said.

I didn't know any of this. About the time that Brent and Ron were still going, I was beginning to discover makeup, fashion and of course most of the time had my face buried in a book. Still I thought it was sort of neat, in a nerdy kind of way.

Alex and Brent talked about all this the entire way to church and when we arrived, before either I or Brent could warn them, Alex was already asking to return to his group, and practically begging Ron to let him attend with either Brent or myself driving since we lived so close.

Ron surprised me by not only allowing it, but by saying he would go himself, and volunteering Brent to go with them. The three of them were quite pumped up at the possibilities. Allison, Sarah and I were basically not consulted on any of this but we were all ecstatic to see Alex happy.

Sunday school and church seemed to fly by. Brent and I should have been in the young married couples class but we stayed with our college group as we knew everyone there and, since Carolyn wasn't married, it was where our best friend was. It was my first visit back to our class since the hospital but I had talked to most of our friends the Sunday before so the main topic of gossip was about little Alex, or "Buddy" as Brent had taken to calling him. Once church began, our family took up almost an entire pew and I loved just being there, holding Sarah's hand with Brent's very protective arm around me. Alex snuggled between Allison and Brent and Ron sat at the end grinning and occasionally cutting up with Alex. Carolyn was at the other end with Alex occasionally grinning at his favorite math tutor all the way down the pew.

Afterwards, it was off to have a celebratory lunch with momma Donna and Dr. Riley. Even though it was ostensively about them, the focus was on Donna meeting Alex. She caught him up on the baby that was coming and how I was as a little girl and how happy she was that Alex was with Allison and Ron. Donna bragged on Allison until she blushed and Dr. Riley grinned throughout it all. He, too, was enamored at the cute little boy that had joined us. A few brief whispered questions about how I felt was all the conversation we would share.

After lunch, as we sat and chatted, Brent got a call and excused himself to take it. I was curious as to what that was about but figured he would tell me later. Allison took this opportunity to ask if I wished to continue wedding dress shopping that afternoon, but I declined, saying I wanted Donna to go and help. Brat was - of course - totally in favor of a girls afternoon of shopping and Donna insisted that I go, promising that she would be off work the following Tuesday and that we could go again then. I wanted to spend the day with Brent, however, and was trying to delicately decline when he came back to the table.

"You should go hon, I'm going to be busy anyway." He smiled.

"Oh? What are you doing? I thought we were..." I said until he leaned in to whisper.

"That was the convalescence center. They say Mom's having a good day. I should go see her," Brent said quietly so that only I could hear.

"I'll go, too," I replied.

"No, that's okay, Hon. You go with Momma Allison and Sarah. You'll..."

"I'm going, too," I interrupted. "If you want me to wait in the car, I will. But I'm going, too." I smiled. I wanted to meet Brent's mother, of course, but mainly I wanted to be there for him as I knew it would be an emotional time. I had seen him support me emotionally, and Alex, and Sarah. As strong as he was, I wanted to be there for him. Shopping would wait. This I was sure of.

"Okay, I'd like that." He smiled then continued louder, "Folks could you excuse us? I need to go check on some things."

Everyone started to protest but Ron cut them off. He knew what the call meant. He would take care of telling everyone else when it was appropriate, away from the kids. I kissed Momma Donna and Dr. Riley on the cheek, quickly made plans to shop the following Tuesday, and we were gone.

"You didn't really have to go, ya know." Brent smiled with a sheepish look.

"Ummm, we're married? We do stuff together? Remember?"

"Yeah, but there is no telling how lucid Mom really is. Sometimes they call and she's still being chased by demons but remembers she has a son. I never know."

"Well, we'll see. I'll just follow your lead. Have you told her about us?"

"Oh, absolutely! Sure! I mean, the last time I saw her you were in the hospital so she doesn't know about the wedding, but she knew we were going to at Christmas. She's always said she wants to meet you, but... Well, I was hoping she would, well, have it together for a while first so I would know for sure. You understand?"

"Yeah, but you can't control that, and we're going to be together a lifetime, and... Well, I need to know your mom."

"All very true. Anyway, the home isn't far."

We rode in silence a few minutes while we both contemplated what level of crazy we might find at the home. Brent finally broke the silence.

"When things looked bad at the hospital, you know, hopeless, I would come here and just sit with Mom. She always seemed to understand. I was never gone long. Like on the way back from class or something, but she, well, she could at least listen. So, you know, even though she's not all there, she, well, she's my mom."

"I understand. She's my mother. I'm not sure what that means in our family, but I can't wait to figure it out with you. It's good you shared your pain with her. I don't know how you take care of me and you're so good to Sarah and Alex. I'm just lucky to have you and that means I'm lucky to have your mom, too." I smiled, feeling a little mushy.

"So, are you cool with me taking Alex to scouts?" Brent asked, thankfully changing the subject before we got all weepy.

"Oh! That should be fun! Can I go, too?"

"If you like. My troop had a couple moms that were leaders. All that has changed. Women are leaders now, too. You'll be great at it." He smiled.

"Yeah right! Like I know anything about the outdoors." I snorted.

"I can teach you. Besides, I have this fantas... well, never mind."

"What? You have a fantasy about what?" I asked, my interest now aroused.

"Oh, just me, you, a tent, a starry night." He grinned.

"Hmmm, surrounded by teen boys in their own tents?" I smirked.

"Uhhh, no, that wasn't part of it. I just would love to take you camping. If you want."

"Take me camping or take me while camping?" I laughed.

"Uh, well, both, I guess" Brent replied with a naughty grin.

"Well, I can try it and see. You know my idea of roughing it usually includes room service."

"That's Allison talking. You're part Donna, too, remember?"

"I'm pretty sure that applies to both!" I laughed.

Brent hit the turn signal and turned into what appeared to be a fairly well kept nursing home. As it was Sunday, the parking lot was full of cars but we managed to park fairly close.

Brent sighed deeply and asked, "Ready?"

"I guess. I mean, yeah, just a little nervous. But hey! You've met both of my moms, right?" I forced myself to smile. In truth, my stomach was churning with anxiety. Not only was I meeting Brent's mother, but neither he nor I had any idea how crazy she might be at the moment.

"Yeah, but both of those were gimmes. I really do appreciate you coming. I love you." He smiled, kissed me, and melted my heart.

We signed in at the desk and got visitors passes. One of the nurses, a middle aged black woman, knew Brent on sight and mentioned she hadn't seen him in a while.

"Oh hey, yeah, I've, uh..."

"He's had to take care of me, lately," I said.

"Oh! So you're the girlfriend! Brent has told everyone here about you!" She smiled.

"Uh, wife now," Brent gently corrected.

"Well, congratulations! So you're fine from the uh..."

"Wreck? Yep, I'm back. Not quite a hundred percent but I'm getting there."

"Well, that's a blessing. This poor boy was, well, he was a mess. I'm so glad to finally meet you. I'm the weekend supervisor but just call me Rebecca. Brent, your mother has really done well this week. No episodes at all. We'll keep her meds where they are but she's doing wonderfully. I know you can't wait to see her and you'll want to call her doctor on Monday. If she stays stable, we may want to try some off site visits." This brought a smile to Brent's face and he relaxed just a little.

Brent thanked Rebecca and started down one of the hallways exiting the main foyer.

Rebecca gently took my arm and asked, "Hang back for a minute? Meeting you is going to cause a lot of, well, excitement, and any time her son visits Gail gets excited already. We don't want to overdo it. So let's let her calm down and then Brent can introduce you, okay?" Rebecca said this as though it were a suggestion, but it was clear she was in charge and wanted only what was best for Brent's mother.

Rebecca and I stood in the hall as Brent went in and we were easily able to hear.

"Brent! They told me you might come today! Oh, thank you! Oh, I miss you so much!"

"I miss you too, Mom. How are you?"

"Did you bring her?"

"Um..."

"Oh, Brent! You told me you would bring her! Is she still sick?"

"No, no, she's all better now, and out of the hospital, and yes, I brought her she's..."

"Well, where is she? Where is..."

"She's right out in the hall. I wanted to check and make sure you were awake and okay and..."

"Well, get her in here! I have to meet her!"

Brent's head came back through the doorway with grin. "Jessie, could you come in? I think my mom really wants to see you more than me today."

It was Gail's eyes that caught my attention. Crystal blue and all the way across the room they were captivatingly beautiful. It was hard to tell her age. I guessed mid-forties maybe. She was thin and sitting in a chair whose style could best be described as "institutional." She stared at me with those glistening blue eyes as though all at once she hated where she was, who she was and begged for approval that she didn't expect to receive. Her stare and smile was almost childlike and that made the situation feel particularly creepy. She just looked so fragile; like any wrong word I spoke would make her break.

I walked towards her and she saw my smile, a small grin that expressed the nervousness that I was feeling I suppose, but also the happiness at adding a new person to my life. Gail rose and gently put her arms around me, an embrace I awkwardly returned, as she began to weep.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 17



"Please take care of my Brent. He's such a good boy. Make him happy, please?" She begged of me, her eyes cutting a hole through to my soul.

"I will, always. Thank you for having made such a wonderful man and husband," I whispered.

"I wish..." She said, then coughed a bit through her tears.

Not knowing what to do or say I asked, "Wish for what?"

"Oh, that my brothers could meet you, too. I know they would love you. Let me look at you!" She suddenly said, stepping back, "Brent! She's so pretty!"

"Well, I told you she was. Didn't I?" He grinned.

"Tell me all about you!" and with this question, Brent took over. We sat and Brent told his mother all about me, almost everything he knew, ending with us going to school together and that since he was closer now he could visit more.

"I always wanted to finish college. Maybe someday," Gail said, still seemingly happy.

"So how are you, Mom?" Brent asked.

"I'm having a lot of good days. The nightmares are mostly gone. The doctors only have me on about six pills right now and they don't make me too sick. Rebecca said I might be able to visit you soon. If you want me to..." she said with trepidation in her voice.

"Oh, that would be wonderful!" I exclaimed. That Gail knew she was important in our lives and welcome in our home was important to me to convey and her eyes lit up with joy again at being accepted somewhere. Brent smiled at me. I knew I had said something right and my nervousness began to finally subside.

We talked nearly two hours about hardly anything at all. Gail tried to tell me about Brent growing up but she had few memories that she could be sure of and some of the things she relayed I'm pretty sure never happened. Finally, Rebecca came in and told us visiting time was up. In fact it wasn't, but Rebecca later explained the doctors and staff didn't want Gail to get overly animated. We talked and hugged some more, with promises to return soon, perhaps during the week.

Gail finally put her arms around me for one last hug and whispered, "Thank you for taking care of Brent. I worry about him so much. He shouldn't have to be so grown up. I wish I could have been there for him like you are. Like your mother and father are. I love him so. He's the only thing I got."

"He loves you, too," I whispered, "and so do I. I hope you will, uh, like, be my other mother... My mother... Oh, you know what I mean!" I said as we embraced yet again.

We smiled and a connection was made. Even though I knew she was all drugged up, I think we both felt it in our own way.

As we left, Rebecca brought Brent up to speed on her treatment. Brent explained that almost all cases like hers could be managed with medication but that hers had been particularly stubborn. Rebecca was hopeful that the new cocktail of antipsychotics and antidepressants was working but it would take time to tell and even more time for her to learn to manage on her own. At least now Gail wasn't fighting it for the time being. In the past, she had refused to take meds once she began to be better and this led to cycles of depression and psychosis. Now that she was cooperative, the doctors were hopeful.

We left in silence and remained that way most of the drive home. I finally spoke. "Your mom... Gail, I mean. She's beautiful."

"Thanks, I wish you could have met her before. I barely remember now but she was so full of life and energy. The treatment just seems to suck that out of her."

"Well, if it keeps her in this world it's probably worth it. What did she mean about meeting her brothers? Do you have uncles?"

"Yeah, but I never met them. Her mom and dad, my grandparents... When she married Dad they pretty much disowned her. They didn't want anything to do with her or me. I think because they are white, you know, Caucasian, and dad was Hispanic. Anyway, she had a couple brothers about her age, but I've never met them. I think they are a little younger than her, and, well, if they didn't want anything to do with me, I never saw any reason to know them."

I thought about this a moment. "Brent, if they were younger than your mom, then wouldn't they have lived with your grandparents? They may not have had any choice in the matter. Do you know how to reach them?"

"No. I just know the town they used to live in. It's in New York but I couldn't tell you where."

"You ever think about finding them?"

"No more than you ever thought about finding your biological father," he said brusquely.

I had not meant to upset Brent and felt the sting of his words on my now blushing cheeks. We rode in silence a few blocks until I said, "I'm sorry. I guess I had that coming."

"No, I shouldn't... Well, it's just... Well, I guess it's different. I don't know. I would have a hard time forgiving them for not reaching out to Mom all these years. I know it's different. Your dad, your biological one, he, well he doesn't deserve you at all. I don't know about my uncles. Maybe they had an excuse. It's just never been important enough to me to find out. You understand?"

"I guess. I'm sorry I brought it up. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just curious."

"That's cool. You didn't hurt me. It's just whenever I see Mom, especially when she's good like today, well, I get my hopes up and so far they've never, uh, worked out," Brent said with his eyes glistening.

"You want me to drive?" I asked.

"No, besides we're in my car. It's an automatic. You would hate it." He giggled.

"Hey! I can drive an automatic. I just don't like to! I don't see how you feel connected to the road." I snickered and snuggled up against him as he put his arm around me.

"I'd rather be connected to you and I can see why you don't drive an automatic. People might not think you're smart enough to drive a stick." He giggled.

"Well, I wouldn't want folks to think your wife was an idiot." I grinned.

We rode the rest of the way not talking much. I just stared at Brent and played with a little strand of his hair just behind his ear that wanted to curl up in the cutest way and thought about how lucky I was to have him. He was only nineteen but mature beyond his years. For years, he had taken care of his mom and for the last several - it seems - taken care of me, too, between helping me pass high school and now recovering from the wreck. He must have been filled with worry but was taking on helping little Alex, and - before him - Sarah, without batting an eye or sighing in resignation. On top of it all, he didn't flinch when I volunteered to help my mom and stepdad with my little brother when he finally arrived, even though we had tons on our plate already. Others might see him as a teenager but he was a full grown man and I was so very lucky to have him.

When we got home, I knew I wanted to spend the afternoon showing him how much I appreciated him and all he does. 

The silence was broken as we approached home: "You know, one reason I never tried to find them was I had nothing to say. I mean, I don't know what I would say to them. You're welcome to try, though."

"If you want me to. That's a good way to handle it. That way, if they are jerks you don't have to deal with it. I just thought that maybe, if your mom had been close growing up, that they might want to know what was was going on. You know, with you, and her, and us. If they are mean, though, they don't deserve to know. That's the difference with my, uh, father. I know he didn't want anything to do with me. He had his chances. We really don't know about your uncles. I'll try if you want."

"Totally up to you." Brent smiled as we pulled in the drive. "And if your father ever reappears, I'll take care of it."

"Please do," I said as I hugged him before we got out.

At this point, I was scheming a bit. I had some lingerie Brent hadn't seen me in and I wanted to put it on but in a way that would be a surprise. Damita came to my rescue by leaving a little puddle of puppy shame in the downstairs hall. It was late afternoon and we had been gone longer than her poor bladder could stand. I asked Brent to let her out and I would mop up, which I did while he watched her run around the backyard, again doing her business. This gave me a chance to run upstairs, grab my ensemble from the drawer and sequester myself in the bathroom to change.

Fortunately, I had shaved that morning so I had some confidence in my appearance down there. I slipped on a burgundy and emerald green corset, with matching green thigh highs and was about to slip on the matching thong when I remembered something Brent had said last week. The colors in the ensemble worked well with my auburn hair, even though I hadn't been happy with my hair since the hospital. Once it grew out in the areas they had to cut back, a salon day was needed.

I heard him coming up the stairs and in a moment made my decision, which is good because if I had time to think about it I probably would have chickened out. As it was, I barely had time to jump in bed and dive between the covers before he opened the door.

"Well, Damita's calmed down... oh," he said as he saw my smile and knew I was up to mischief.

"Hey," I said as I stretched my arms above my head with the comforter covering me, "do you remember what we talked about last week? When we were coming back from Ron and Allison's?"

"Uh, not exactly. Refresh my memory?" he asked as he sat on the bed looking into my eyes as if they might give away what I was thinking.

"You know," I said as I sat up slowly against the headboard, the comforter sliding down to expose my breasts and each erect, throbbing nipple, "that I might someday, you know, uh, touch myself while you watched?"

While his mind processed this, I pulled the comforter and sheet off of me, showing Brent my corset wrapped waist, my stocking clad legs, and my naked hips and privates, my inner labia swollen, moist and protruding.

Brent's eyes followed down my arm to my right hand as I began to slide my fingers up and down my wetness, pausing to circle that sweet, hot spot with my fingertips. I tilted my head back and moaned softly. It did feel good but I was mostly acting at this point. Apparently, I'm a better actor than I gave myself credit for. Either that, or guys are gullible about how women act when we masturbate and believe what they see in porn.

In truth, at first I felt kind of silly but Brent was breathing hard and I knew it was exciting him. So I smiled and continued. After a few minutes of silence only interrupted by Brent's breathing and my sighs, not entirely fake at this point, I opened my legs further to make sure he had a good view and slid two fingers carefully inside. My bright red nails disappeared into my pink flesh. I removed the fingers and replaced my right hand with my left, then drew the moist digits to my mouth where I sucked my tangy juices off them while looking into Brent's eyes.

Brent let out an audible gasp.

Between his excitement and the overall tawdriness of my actions, I was seriously getting turned on.

"Mmmmm, do you like the taste of my pussy?" I whispered as I changed hands again, licking my slut juice from my left fingers now.

"Yes..." Brent gasped as he stared at me and rubbed his cock through his pants.

"I think I do, too. I've only tasted it before on your cock or on your lips, but just alone it's pretty nice. Just thinking about sucking your cock after it's been inside me makes me so fucking horny, Brent."

Brent leaned forward and kissed me, undoing his pants as he did so. I ran my right hand up his thigh until I found hard cock under his pants and whispered, "Do you want me to take it out and take care of you?"

"Yes."

Brent stood and took his shirt off while his pants fell to the floor. Before he could step out of them, I was sitting at the edge of the bed pulling his shorts down. His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it. The head was swollen and purple with raging lust. With my left hand still between my legs, now because I truly needed it to be, I pulled his cock to my lips.

I moaned softly as I tasted his salty goodness and felt his pulse in my lips. I slowly licked around the head with my tongue, relishing each taste, and slid the tip of my tongue around the groove where the head meets the shaft.

Satisfied that I had his attention, I kissed my way down his shaft, licking, sucking and nibbling gently along the way. His balls were contracted close to his dick and I took first one, then the other, into my mouth.

I lightly probed his sack, and just below it, before suddenly licking all the way back to the tip of his meat as if I were licking a popsicle. There, I stabbed the tip of my tongue ever so gently into the little cum hole at the tip. He groaned his approval and I repeated this process several times.

Soon though, it was time for that part of a blow job where I fuck his cock with my mouth. I opened my lips and took him into me, my tongue waving back and forth as it was able to on the bottom of his shaft and head, and began bobbing my head up and down.

Saliva soon coated his cock and he began to thrust his hips to fuck my face. I used my hand to control his depth so he wouldn't choke me and I could, in this position, only take about a third of him but my hand stoked the rest smearing my spit up and down his manhood.

A warm feeling tingled in me and I realized that for the past several minutes, while I was focused on giving my sweet husband the best cock sucking I could, I had been absentmindedly fingering my clit. I was sitting in a big wet spot on the sheet of my juices and my hand was slimy with my own discharge but I was too turned on to stop.

As I thought about this, I was distracted from the attention I was giving Brent and he began to fuck my throat with abandon. From his groans I could tell he was about to cum and, as I tried to get his cock back under control, he erupted sperm into my mouth.

His body seized up and he yelped with pleasure as four or five white hot jets of jism filed my mouth. I swallowed as best I could but a lot mixed into the saliva that was dripping from the corners of my mouth and running all over my face, hands and neck.

I sucked on his head hard and pumped his shaft dry as his spasms began to die down. It was then that I realized his hands were entangled in my hair and he was gripping my head to keep me on him as he fucked my face. In my excitement, I had not even felt the sharp pain has he pulled it but it was coming to me now as he released me and began his return to earth.

I sucked him with abandon though, continuing to pump his shaft and slide him in and out of my mouth, trying to get each drop of cum from him. Finally, he pulled away and I was like a child that had a toy taken from them. I leaned forward to get his cock back to my lips. I must have looked hideous, my face and neck covered with spit and cum and my bright red lipstick smeared over both of us, but I didn't care. I just wanted to keep sucking my man; such was my passion for him.

Then I came.

I had been fingering my clit the whole time without realizing it and the realization that I was a cum covered slut who was fingering herself while an Adonis like Brent watched, pushed me over the edge. I let out a moan, fell back on the bed, and violently fingered my clit in a tight little circle with my fingertips as climax arrived.

My hips thrashed about uncontrollably, seeking a hard cock to fill me as wave after wave of spasming orgasm undulated through me.

My eyes were closed, but Brent must have gotten an eyeful for a good ten seconds or so before he knelt by the bed, placed a hand on both sides of my thrashing hips, and began licking my pussy like a man possessed.

I stopped fingering as he attacked my clit, both the little nub and the sensitive sides of my lips, with oral fury. A finger slid into me, then another, and while he licked the sweet spot, he began to finger the front wall of my vag, finding that burning center within, that spot his cock sometimes hits when he fucks me from behind. In but a moment, I was gushing juices which he did his best to lick and slurp from me.

I kept cumming for what seemed forever but was at least a couple of minutes. My heart raced and I lost track of who I was, where I was, and I was totally out of control with bliss. It seemed I had never cum so hard and, just when I thought I could take it no more, it began to subside.

Brent slowed his attentions as I mentally returned and, by the time I was rational again, he was licking my pussy like a kitten lapping milk; his face covered with my wetness as mine was with his.

"Wow."

"That's what I was thinking." He grinned.

"You're amazing, just... amazing," I whispered.

"I could say the same."

Brent arose from the floor and laid beside me. I lifted up as he slid his arm under my shoulders and pulled me close so I was resting on his chest. I could hear his heart beat and his voice took on a low sexy bass tone to it when he spoke, when my ear was pressed to him, that was kind of nice.

"So that's one more thing we have in common," Brent said when we caught our breath.

"What's that?" I asked.

"We both love to eat pussy!" he said with a shit eating grin.

I giggled as I smacked him playfully and said, "I guess there is some truth to that. Did you enjoy my little show?"

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He smiled. "Did you?"

"Well," I decided to be honest, "at first it felt kind of silly but once I got going, and once you got involved,... well, I sort of forgot I was even doing it."

"I had to get involved after, you know, uh, the blow job. That was the best." He smiled.

"Oh, no. I mean, well, when I was doing you, I forgot I was still doing me. Before that, I felt a little awkward but once it became the two of us involved, well, it was great! Was that really the best blow job? It was kinda hard to concentrate while I was, you know, touching myself." I giggled.

"You're always amazing. So you didn't really like tasting yourself?"

"Huh? No, that was, well, it was nice. It was just odd being watched. No, I liked it."

"Can I ask you something?" Brent said.

"Sure." I smiled.

"Do you ever think about, uh, you know, uh, well, you and Carolyn last fall, uh..." he stammered.

"What? No. I mean, well yes, but only as a memory. Not as something I want to do again. I love you, Brent, only you. I, well, what makes you think that? Haven't I..." my voice tapered off and my eyes teared as I wondered if I hadn't show him how much I love him.

"No! No, no, no, no, honey. I didn't mean it like that. I meant, well, if it was something you enjoyed... Do you miss that aspect, not anything else. I know you love me and I love you. It's, well, I was curious if you missed the physical act itself. It's not that important," Brent said, I think trying to assure me.

"Brent, if you know I love you and I can't show you enough how much I love being with you, then why would you think about..." I suddenly recalled Carolyn's joke from the car earlier in the week and it all fit. "You've been fantasizing about me and Carolyn, haven't you?" I giggled as I lifted my head up to look down on him with a smile. I grabbed a tissue and wiped our remnants from my face while I waited for his answer.

"Well, uh, it's just..." he stammered.

"You want to watch us go at it then fuck us both, don't you?" I giggled.

"No, it's not that. It's..."

"Yes it is! You're a horny little perv and you want to watch us eat each other then fuck us, don't you?" I laughed.

"No, I want to fuck you. While you eat each other," he finally confessed.

"Really?" I asked, somewhat taken back by this disclosure.

"Well, I mean, its just a fantasy. I don't want to share you. It's just one of those things that I can't help but think about. I mean, given your history together. I mean, I adore Carolyn as a friend and I'm glad she's there for you, and she got us together, but no, I don't want to fuck her. I just want you. You know that."




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 17



"But you want to watch us together. And I thought your fantasy involved me and you outdoors in a tent!" I grinned.

"Well, watch like I just watched you by yourself, I mean. I guess, and yeah, I have the outdoor fantasy, too. You said you wanted to know when I had fantasies, didn't you? Remember? A few days ago when you asked and I said all mine had come true? Well, they had, but then you and Carolyn started talking and making jokes, and... Well, it's hard to not have it come to mind. Don't be mad."

"You have the hots for her, don't you?"

"No. Look, I would never cheat on you. Come on. I have a fantasy, that's it. It never has to come true. I just, well, I wanted to share it with you. Don't you have any fantasies?"

I could tell he was trying to escape this conversation without pissing me off but, in fact, I wasn't pissed at all. I know that guys, and Brent is no exception, day dream about sex. A lot. And it is only reasonable that a threesome might be part of his fantasies. That it involved our best friend wasn't surprising given that I had been sexual with her in the past, especially since she is such a little hottie. And all this after Carolyn's comment from earlier in the week, well, that probably brought it to his mind. I considered all this, and I wasn't pissed. 

I was excited.

"Well, I do now," I replied with a grin, "and I'm not mad."

"Really? That turns you on?" he asked.

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it until now, but, maybe if the situation was right, and there were some ground rules, I could, well I don't know if I could or not. I don't want to have sex with anyone but you. But, well, that would be hot." I smiled, then thought, "But I don't think it would ever happen. Carolyn likes boys, and has a boyfriend. I like men, and I have the best man ever beside me every day and night. Its funny though..."

"What's funny?"

"Oh, just that if it were to happen, you having sex with us both wouldn't piss me off, but you two kissing would burn me up, I think." I laughed.

"Really? Why? And like I said, I don't want to have sex with her. I mean, she's pretty, but she's not you."

"I don't know. I guess because kissing is more an expression of love and fucking can be just purely sexual. Does that make sense?"

"No, not really." He laughed. "But I could live with that rule. What other rules would you demand?"

"No playing with my butt. Or hers. Or yours. That's, well, that's private."

"Makes sense. Are we really talking about this?"

"Just theoretically. Remember, she has a boyfriend and I have a husband. But if you're going to fantasize you should know the limits of what I'm willing to put up with in your imagination. Pervert." I giggled.

"So, I can daydream about fucking our friends but not kissing them and we don't have asses in my dreams. Got it." He laughed.

"Not all our friends. Just Carolyn. You better not be thinking about Trish or Amber or anybody else. Pervert." I giggled.

I think we both knew where this was going but neither knew when. It was good that we talked about it. First, because I think couples need to communicate openly and honestly about their sexual appetites and second, because talking about it had caused some major boner action beside me in bed, which we spent the next half hour or so taking care of in a variety of positions and ways, which I will spare you the details of.

We fell asleep after that session and napped until early evening. Awaking famished, I put on some sweats. My stirring about caused Brent to wake. We decided to cook dinner, which became calling out for pizza by the time we got downstairs. I ran a brush through my hair and washed my face and drenched it with moisturizer (Sperm and saliva can really dry your skin!) but didn't worry about being presentable.

Damita went out, a football game came on and we snuggled on the couch. When the pizza arrived, so did Carolyn and we invited her to join us. She had just gotten back from Andy's and seemed quite happy, although in the warm afterglow of our torrid afternoon I wasn't really paying attention. Perhaps I should have, but Carolyn claimed they had studied all evening and we didn't discuss it further.

You may be wondering if things were awkward with Carolyn but they were not, although both Brent and I were looking at her in a different light. Brent had always been protective of her, like a friend should be and they had been close before I had ever met her. Now though, both of us saw her as a great friend, and suddenly, with a bit of desire mixed in. For Brent that was natural, albeit disturbing given his married status to me. She is hot, with a cute little butt and gorgeous features. Her legs aren't as long as mine, but she is fit and toned and despite her negative self image never short of admirers. For me, it was a rekindling of desire I had previously felt when emotionally wounded, but now without the baggage of the pain and anguish I had endured, wrongly, last fall.

Having spent a week in the fall being sexual with her had not been forgotten, although as a married woman I shouldn't have been having the thoughts I was having of those times. I couldn't help it, though. Brent's conversation about his fantasy had rekindled my arousal for her and the week we were together made me comfortable with the bi facet of my sexuality, however small it was compared to my hetero self. Still, for the moment, things seemed normal to me and I imagine Brent as well.

It was odd not seeing the kids for a couple days but Brat and I talked by phone as did Brent and Alejandro, who he had now nicknamed "Buddy." Allison and Ron felt that they needed to stay closer to home for a while to get into a routine, which everyone hoped would help Buddy find a sense of belonging and security. Our phone calls were long though, just as our calls to Allison, Ron and Donna were. We wouldn't see any of our family until Tuesday, though.

Class got into a routine as well. Monday, we met again at the deli to study and now we had real work to do. Andy joined us, of course, but over the weekend something had happened. He and Carolyn were still friendly and at times flirtatious but there seemed to be some distance growing there. I made a mental note to follow up with Carolyn when we had some time for girl chat but that wouldn't be for a few days. Trish began joining us on Monday, Wednesday and sometimes Friday evenings to do work for the design class and basically Carolyn walked the rest of us through it.

Tuesday was much the same as Monday, but we were excited as Alex would be coming up for scouts. As planned, Allison, Carolyn, Sarah, and Donna decided that rather than letting me go to Alex's meeting they were kidnapping me for what they saw as much needed wedding dress shopping. I probably could have tried on a half dozen in the few hours we had, but since each had to be reviewed and critiqued I only managed three. Of those, I thought two were okay but all were nixed by one or more of my "assistants." It wasn't until after eight that we arrived at a shop that Donna and Allison had saved for when they could both be there and after a few minutes of telling the lady that ran the store what I had liked, didn't like, and what dreams I had as a child about my wedding (few to none) that she went into the back and returned with it. It was everything. Even I thought I looked beautiful in it, I just stared in the mirror for a good three minutes while everyone oohed and ahhed, thinking "This is the dress I want Brent to always remember me in."

I would need to tone up to wear it but that wouldn't be a problem since I was going to anyway. It was just a bit loose, but the consultant suggested we worry about the final measurements a month or so before and it could be adjusted accordingly. Everyone agreed it was perfect. It had a pearl lined bateau neckline with a small lace overlay that just barely poked above it. It revealed some cleavage, but didn't look slutty. After the satin and lace cinched at the waist, it opened into a flowing floor length dress and train with a largish bow on the back that reminded me of the dress I wore to the first wedding. It was just perfect in every way and I knew I was done looking. After having me turn around several times, everyone else soon agreed, then my mothers fought over which would get to pay for it. In the end, they split it while Carolyn, Brat and I giggled.

"So, I feel good," I said as we left, "almost done with the wedding planning." This made me quite happy as the dress had been hanging over my head since Brent and I reunited as I came to in the hospital.

Allison, Donna, and even Carolyn and Sarah just burst out laughing at me. I was told, in no unclear terms, that the planning was just beginning. Donna and Allison began listing everything from bridesmaid dresses to tuxes, to invitations, caterers, menus and a myriad of other things that I would be expected to rule upon in the coming weeks. Even though as a child I never thought much about my wedding, it was clear that Allison had since I came into her home and Donna had since I was born.

Brent, Ron and Alex hung around the rec center after the meeting talking with the scout leader, so Carolyn and I were dropped off before his return. Hugs were distributed all around along with promises to come down to both Donna's and Allison's before the week was out. Sarah went into brat mode whining that she should come up for the weekend but Allison vetoed that, with Donna's support. Donna reminded her that Alex needed to stay home some so he would feel snug and secure there. It seems Donna and Sarah had gotten close while I was comatose and it was equally clear that my mother doted on my sister as much as my sister did her "Aunt Donna." My family relations are easy to understand but the nomenclature is confusing at times. 

I went through the house to let Damita out into the backyard and Carolyn joined me. We let her run for a few minutes but it was cold, it still being January, so neither she nor us wanted to stay out long. After that, we piled on the couch and waited for Brent to get home.

"So how are things with Andy?" I asked.

"Oh, okay I suppose. I mean, they're fine, but. Um." She stalled trying to think of the right words.

"Is something wrong?" I worried aloud.

"No, I mean, well, yeah, but it's, well I'm probably just making a big deal out of nothing. I just noticed Sunday afternoon, that, well, he looks around a lot."

"You mean at other girls? I don't know, Carolyn. He seems to be really into you," I assured.

"Oh, he is! No doubt! I just, well, I thought all guys were like that. I mean, Steven always was, but, well, I want more than another Steven, you know? No worries. We're going out tonight after he gets off work."

"Oh, gosh, yes!" I laughed. "I don't think Andy is like that at all. Don't all guys look at other girls?"

"Brent doesn't."

"Well... we're married."

"Doesn't matter. He never did, well, not after I met him anyway. Trust me, girls at Tech threw themselves at him. I was one of them, if you recall." She laughed, "but he never flinched. That's what I want, and, well, Andy's great but that's not him. Not right now, anyway."

"Well, I'm the first to admit I'm lucky to have Brent. I was thinking yesterday, he spent years taking care of his mother as best as he could, then helping me in school, then when I was sick and recovering, and on top of it all he takes on helping Sarah and Alex like it's nothing. Add to that my little brother that he's already volunteered to help with, and, uh, well Sunday I met his mom and she said something so true, that he shouldn't have to be so grown up, but he is. I totally lucked out, and I know it."

"Well, not that you have to worry about it but don't ever let him go! Single life is a mess!"

"Oh, every day I try to think of new ways to show him how much I love him." I smiled. "We're about through the Kama Sutra. Let me know if you have any ideas!"

"The what?"

"The Kama Sutra. Don't they teach you engineers anything? It's a Hindu book of sex positions."

"Oh!" She laughed, "No, just what I read in Cosmo!"

Brent arrived, along with Ron, carry out and the cutest little scout you ever saw, which led to a new round of hugs.

Brent bragged on how good Alex was and how they couldn't wait to go camping.

"Dr. Anderson is going to take us out on his boat when the weather gets warm."

"Oh, that will be awesome! How many boys are in your group?" I asked.

"Five, but we'll get more. They were about to shut down from not having leaders but Brent and Dr. Anderson said they would help, and that you would help, too, so we can get more guys." Alex gleamed.

"Uh, about that, honey, I hope you don't mind. I know we talked about it some but..."

"Oh, of course I'll help. But you guys are going to have to teach me everything!"

With that Ron and Alex left, well, after one more giant hug for Brent and I, as well as Damita, then we went back into the warmth of our home. Carolyn stayed and chatted with us about scouts and class, but not Andy. I don't think she felt comfortable talking about her love life with Brent. That was more girl talk. She left about 10:00, while Brent and I snuggled up in bed and talked for another hour before falling asleep ourselves.

I would have had sex with Brent in a heartbeat had he shown any inclination but he seemed tired and more romantic than sexual. We snuggled and kissed but even my wandering hands didn't alert him to any further possibilities. Plus we had sex all afternoon it seemed Sunday, and a nice romp Monday night so taking a night off was not unexpected. And that was normal and I love normal.

Sometimes, when it's cold at night, I pull my knees up to my chest and sleep in as tight of a little ball of girl as I can. I don't know why, I just always have. It was this position I woke in, sometime in the middle of the night, with my darling husband's arms nestled around me, and his handsome face and smile beaming down at me in the moonlight that shown through our window.

"Hey."

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Brent whispered.

"You didn't. Well, I don't think you did. Anyway, you're nice to wake up to," I replied as I stretched out.

"I woke a few minutes ago, and you were just so beautiful I wanted to just look at you for a bit."

I pressed myself up against his firm body and whispered, "You can look all you want. You can touch, too, if you want. I'm always here for you."

His hand gently cupped my breast and I let out a soft moan that he suppressed with his lips to mine. The same hand slid down my camisole to the waistband of my panties which he tugged down. I reached down to help him, slid them down my thighs and calves so he wouldn't have to stop kissing me, but somewhere around my ankles it was necessary to break away for a second until they were low enough to kick off.

I opened my legs as his hand slid up my thigh to my now moist crevice and I moved my hand down his chest to find his cock hard and throbbing. His fingers probed me gently and brought forth my juice which he smeared on my labia. Then he mounted me.

Brent carefully slid his steely hard manhood into me and my body, though not all the way there yet, found a way to accommodate most of him. He felt so good inside me, and atop me, that I just relaxed as he worked himself slowly and gently in and out of me.

After maybe a minute of this, I was ready for the sort of fucking we needed and began rocking my hips so that my now soaked pussy met his thrusts. His head banged into my cervix more than once making me gasp at the sweet pain of his invasion but each time he backed off and corrected his depth.

Brent knew my body so well that he had me worked up into a torrent of passion in no time. I called his name, demanded he fuck me and kissed his chest, especially those cute little nipples of his.

The angle of his cock made the top of it rub my clit with the length of each stroke, and in no time at all I was cumming. My vag clamped down on his cock, then spasmed and released it only to clamp it again.

Brent increased his tempo even more and his sweat dripped down on me. I looked up as I thrashed about to see his eyes closed and his mouth open and knew he was about to cum.

Moments later, he clinched up and I felt him pumping his seed into my womb. I was still in orgasm and my pussy was going wild on his meat as he climaxed.

Brent collapsed on top of me, gently though so as to not crush me. It was more like he relaxed and just laid down. My eyes peeked over his shoulder and my only option was to kiss his shoulder and neck while I dragged my fingertips across his back slowly while he softened inside me.

When Brent gets soft in this position, it takes a while for him to fall out of me. In fact, I don't recall that he ever has unless I used my muscles down there to push him out once soft. I only did that by accident though when I involuntarily squeezed him. This time he just stayed in me.

Several minutes later, I was about to fall asleep again when he finally lifted up and laid beside. His sperm and my juices drizzled out and down my ass but I didn't care. I rolled over into his arms and fell asleep as he told me how much he loved me. We kissed deeply before we both nodded off.

The morning arrived and I felt surprisingly refreshed even after our middle of the night escapade. We did our morning run (Now before breakfast so as to avoid anymore vomiting scares), did breakfast and got ready for our day.

Classes were beginning to pick up in terms of material covered and it was clear we would have to refocus on our study schedule. That the distance continued to grow between Andy and Carolyn wouldn't help this.

After my last class I was on my own for an hour before Carolyn and Brent got out on our Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule but, so far, Andy had met me at the deli during that time. I usually arrived first and this was the first time I remembered to bring the little note that Brent had scratched down his uncle's names and the town he last knew of them in and, since the deli had wifi, I figured I could use my Google-Fu to try to locate one or the other.

The first name yielded no clear results but the second showed a person with the same name in the same town who was, coincidentally, an accountant. I found his photo on the firm's website and it was as though I was looking at a lighter skinned, older, version of Brent.

Andy still hadn't shown so with shaky hands I dialed the number. A woman answered with the firm's name and I asked to speak to the guy I believed to be Brent's uncle.

"He's in. May I ask what this is regarding?"

"Ummm. It's personal, I guess," I said, suddenly thinking I should have planned this out better.

"And who is calling?"

"Uh, Jessica. Jessica Anderson."

"Hello, this is Robert," a friendly voice said a moment later. "Have we met?"

"Uh, no. Is this Robert?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Uh, my name is Jessica Anderson. I think, well, I'm pretty sure you're my husband's uncle. Do you have a sister named 'Gail'"?

There was a long silence on the phone and I was thinking, "Well, now we find out if you're as big of an asshole as I think you are" when he blurted out "Do you know Gail? Is she, is... Is she okay?" It sounded as though he was gasping for breath and his voice shook with emotion.

"Well, I mean, yes, she's not... Her physical health is fine, but..."

"Oh thank God! I thought we had lost her forever. How did you find me?"

"Well, my husband knew you and your brother's names and what town you all grew up in. That's all he knows about you."

"Who is your husband?"

"Uh, Brent. Gail's son?" I thought I had told him this already.

"Gail has a son? We... never heard. Mom and Dad... Well, they're gone now. I won't speak ill of them. Where is she?"




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 17



"Tennessee."

"How did she get there? The last we heard her husband was based in California. We, my brother and I, we looked for her there, and every military town on the west coast. How is her husband? Rick was his name, I think. We were never told."

"Ricardo. Uh, he died years ago. After the first Gulf War."

"Oh my god," Robert said as he broke down in tears.

All I heard was his weeping for a good two or three minutes. Finally, through his blubbering, he asked "Is Gail there?"

"No, she's... Well, she's had some mental health issues. She's physically good, and doing well they say, but right now she's in a convalescence center. I saw her Sunday and she's really doing well. She, well, I think she's wondered where you and your brother are and, well, why you haven't talked to her or whether she could talk... Well, none of that matters. Honestly, I can't be sure what she is thinking. But she mentioned you and your brother and that was the first time I ever knew you existed."

"You must think we're horrible people, but I assure you, promise you, that as soon as I got to college and when Tim followed me... Once we got out of the house, we started looking for her. But, by then, she had been gone four or five years. The military couldn't help us. We even called our congressman but the military's position was their whereabouts were private information and couldn't be released except by them."

"I, well, I understand. I'm not sure what Brent will think, though. Or Gail, but I suspect she, well, I know she would love to talk to you," I said, winging it.

"I'll do better than that. Is this 'Brent' there?"

"No, he's in class. We're both in college."

"Listen," he said abruptly, "can I call you back at this number in a half hour or forty-five minutes?"

"Uh, okay. Brent might be here by then. I'm waiting for him to get out of class."

"Thanks, I've got your number as..." and he read it off to me.

"Yes, that's right."

"Thanks for calling, Jessica. Wait, Anderson? That wasn't Gail's husband's name."

"No. After he died, well, several years later, Gail had her major breakdown."

"Schizophrenia?"

"Yes, why?"

"It runs in our family. I think it is why my mother hated your father. She passed away a few years ago but had a breakdown, too. Never really recovered."

"Brent told me it's not genetic. That's what the doctors said."

"It's not, but it does tend to cluster in families. Don't worry about it. I have two kids and my brother has three. We're all fine. You guys have kids yet?"

"No we, well, we just got married a couple weeks ago. On New Year's Eve."

"How old is Brent?"

"19."

"That's young to get married."

"It's young to take care of a mother that's ill, a fiance that nearly died and a younger foster sister and brother, too, while being a full time student but he does great," I replied, my anger showing in my tone.

"Oh! No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I, well, forgive me. So, why Anderson? What happened? How did you nearly die?"

"It's, I guess, I'm a little nervous. I'm just very defensive and, er, protective, when it comes to Brent. Well, Gail had her breakdown and Brent, he was probably twelve or so the last time, he went into foster care. That's where we met. We both were taken in by a wonderful couple named Anderson. Gail signed for them to adopt Brent a few years ago but he still takes care of her. It gave him a continuous home even when she would get out of the mental hospital and into the home. He always stayed at a fixed place that way. My family is a different story. I was never adopted so I didn't become an Anderson until a couple weeks ago. I was in a wreck last fall and badly injured. I nearly died three or four times, so as soon as I got out we got married. We had dated, well, a while. Life's too short."

"I really am sorry for my words earlier. I would love to meet Brent. He sounds like an outstanding young man."

"He really is. When I saw your picture on your company website I knew you must be his uncle, and, uh, call back in a half hour or so like you said. He should be here. I'll see if he wants to talk."

"Thanks. Thank you so much."

We hung up and I was speechless. I might have gone too far in sharing information, but, well, it seemed like the right thing to do. I know Brent would have a lot of anger pent up and I guess rightfully so. But I also know that if what Robert had said was true then he had done all he could as a young person, no older than we were now, to find Gail. And, of course, back then the internet was not available to help.

Amid all this nervousness and angst, it dawned on me that Andy still wasn't there and I suspected he wouldn't show. Just call it intuition, but I was unfortunately right. Each time the door opened, I looked to see him but he was never there. A few minutes passed and Brent arrived with Carolyn. She saw me at our now usual table by myself and became white as a ghost.

As I watched them, I thought about what to tell Brent and realized it had to be the truth. I was smiling at him, because I always do, and he was smiling back. Just as they were almost there, my focus was interrupted.

"Hi! Its Panhellenic Spring Rush this week. Have you considered a sorority?"

"It can help with adjusting to college life, grades, building friendships, even finding the right guy!"

Two perky to the point of irritation blonds were at the table and didn't seem to care that I had been studying or that I was watching Brent as he came over.

"Oh, hi! We're looking for Big Brothers, too!" Perky blonde number one said to Brent as he smiled and pulled out a chair.

"Uh, thanks, but I already have the right guy. Sorry." I smiled as I held up my left hand to show them what was probably the largest rock either had seen.

"And he's already her big brother," Carolyn giggled as Brent leaned over to give me my welcome kiss. Or his welcome kiss. Whatever.

The bimbettes left their flyers, extended an invite to Carolyn, who mentioned she was already in a sorority she didn't attend any longer, and left.

"So, Andy?" Carolyn asked.

"Haven't seen him. I'm sorry," I said and I meant it.

"It's for the best. I haven't told you about last night," Carolyn said.

"Should I leave?" Brent asked politely.

"Oh no! Nothing like that. We went out after he got off work last night. He told me he wanted to show me off to his friends and..."

"Well, that's creepy but nice, I guess," I said.

"Yeah, except his friends are all the wait staff at Hooters."

"Oh. Dear," I said. I'm not a prude. In fact, Ron had in the past brought their wings home and they were great but at the same time that was just wildly inappropriate for Carolyn given that they had just started dating.

"Did you get into it with him?"

"No, just the opposite. We both went silent. Well, I did anyway and after we ate we left. He drove me home and that was that. We didn't talk on the way at all. He probably thinks I'm a bitch."

"Well, you probably think he's disrespectful," I said.

"And you're right. Geez, why not just take you to a strip club?" Brent said.

"Hey! Don't get any ideas, big boy." I smiled as we kissed again.

"Ugh. You two." Carolyn rolled her eyes.

As much as I wanted to talk to Carolyn, Robert was due to call back any second and I needed to tell Brent. So it was time to either be more subtle at controlling a conversation than I am or be blunt. I had to go with the latter.

"Carolyn, I know you're hurting, and we need to talk, but I have to tell Brent something before it's any later."

"Oh My God! You're pregnant!" She gasped.

"What? No! Geez! Why does everyone think I want to get preggo?"

Brent let out a grand sigh of relief.

"It's just the way you were talking I guess, plus, you two, you know. You love each other so much. And, well Allison said something to Donna about it when you were trying on dresses." Carolyn said.

"No! We're not having kids until we've graduated and established ourselves. Geez. No, Brent, remember when you said Sunday I could try to find Gail's brothers?"

He nodded.

"Well, I did. Robert is supposed to call in a few minutes. I, well, I think he's okay. He said as soon as he got out of your grandmother's house he and Tim looked for your mom in California but the military wouldn't help. I told him I didn't know if you would want to talk or not but..."

Brent stared at me, then said, "But you think I should?"

"It's up to you. I'll support and agree with you either way. I can understand why you wouldn't but, well, yes, I think you should try."

"Not here. Let's go home. Before he calls."

"Okay. Carolyn, we can talk at home, okay?" I smiled as I grabbed up my books.

"Sure, but I'm fine. I can't believe Brent is going to meet his family, that's..."

"Awesome?" Brent asked, showing no emotion.

"Let's hope so!" Carolyn smiled.

We had no sooner gotten in the house, put down our book bags and purses, and let Damita into the backyard when my phone rang. Brent was still down the hall letting Damita out.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello, have I got everybody here?" Robert's voice said.

"Yes, yes, I'm here," another voice said. "Is this Jessica?"

"Yes, who is..."

"Tim is on the line, too, Jessica. I hope you don't mind. As soon as we hung up I called Tim. It took a few minutes to reach him but I guessed he would want to conference in, and well, here we are."

"So, you're, uh, Gail's daughter?" Tim asked.

"Yes."

"And she's in Tennessee? How far from Nashville?" Robert interrupted. 

"Uh, maybe 30 to 45 minutes I guess. We go there, Brent and I, and Brent's adoptive and my foster family, all the time.

"I tried to explain to Tim the relationship but I probably messed it up," Robert said.

"Ha! Its easy to do. I have two mothers, and two mothers. My mothers are best friends. I married my brother, whom I'm not related to except as my husband, and we have a little sister and brother who mean the world to us that aren't biological kin, either. Oh, and Gail is one of my mothers-in-law. It's easier for Brent. He just has two mothers and one mother-in-law. But sometimes his other mother is also his mother-in-law." I laughed.

Brent came into the room and stared at me with his puppy dog eyes. Carolyn sat quietly on the couch.

"So, our nephew; have you talked to him?" Robert asked.

"Yes, he's right here. I, well you understand he grew up alone. This is something of a shock to him and well, he probably has a lot of questions for his uncles. But he's the bravest, most wonderful man ever." I handed the phone to Brent with tears in my eyes as I choked up and sat beside Carolyn.

"Hello," Brent said, then sniffled.

"Uh huh, yes, yes," we would hear him say. Brent turned his back to us and stood looking down the hallway so we wouldn't see his tears, I suppose. Carolyn looked at me and as usual knew just what to do.

"Why don't we give them some space?" she said as she rose and offered her hand to me. I stood and we went into the kitchen. As I passed Brent, I kissed him softly behind his ear, just so he would know he was loved and not alone.

On checking the fridge, Carolyn found our tea was almost gone and, I assure you, this is a dread social faux pas in any southern home and suggested she make some while I let Damita in. I went out the other kitchen door, which went to the dining room, then turned into the hall to let in our little pup.

Damita was quite over this cold weather and trotted in with great pride.

Down the hall, I heard Brent talking and listening and even laughing some. I knew it would be alright now so went back to the kitchen, puppy at my feet, to rejoin Carolyn.

"I can't believe that douche took you there."

"Oh, I used to go there with Steven a lot. It's not that I'm a prude. If anything the whole place is kind of silly. It's just the whole time we were there his mind was on someone else."

"One of the waitresses?"

"Yeah. She used to work with him. I think I was just there to make her jealous. She goes to school here. I've seen her around campus. So! You're being invited to rush! Aren't you the popular one?"

"Hardly, and besides, what's the big deal? I mean, I'm not joining, I have no need to."

"I only joined because I didn't know anyone. Greek life is great for college towns when you get there and have no social support network, but now I do. But most girls ask to join, not many do they go out of their way to recruit."

"They must have found out I'm Allison's daughter."

"Or they think you're really hot and they don't want anyone else to get you and take their guys away. It's a pretty sophomoric life sometimes. They thrive on drama."

"I'm out!" I giggled. "Now stop changing the subject. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really!" she pleaded. As she said this her phone rang with Trish wondering where we were and why we weren't at the deli where we were to meet her. Carolyn explained and, a few minutes later, Trish joined us.

"I worry about you. I can't believe that jerk. You can stay here tonight. We can have a slumber party," I suggested without thinking about it.

"Uh... I think that might upset your husband, Jessie." She giggled.

"Oh. I didn't mean..."

"Relax, Jessie! I'm fine! But, thanks. It's good to know you have my back. Besides, I already live here. Remember? Next door?" She laughed.

We talked in the kitchen for an hour or so while Brent talked in the living room. When Trish knocked I went to let her in, giving my red faced teary eyed hubby another kiss and hug on the way through. His conversation seemed to be going well and he was grinning like I had rarely seen him before.

Trish joined us in the kitchen and agreed that Andy was a jerk and we had a hen party at his expense. If we had a voodoo doll we would have all been stabbing pins into it. The only exception to men being a bunch of assholes was Brent, which we all agreed upon.

At one point, Brent opened the door to the kitchen, my phone still to his ear, his face red and eyes glassy and bloodshot, and handed me his phone, which was ringing.

The caller ID said "Sarah" so I answered it, "Hey bratface!"

"Hey! Why don't you answer? I've been calling you for an hour!" she cried. I knew she had just gotten out of school so this was an exaggeration.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Brent is using my phone. I'm glad you called his. Is anything wrong?"

"Ugh! Yes! I have some math and Alex is, well he has his own homework! I need your help. Can you come get me?"

"Now, you know Momma Allison wouldn't want me to do that. Tell you what, Carolyn and Trish are right here. I'm going to put you on speaker and we'll walk you through it."

Carolyn smiled for the first time that afternoon at the thought of helping her favorite student. Her problems weren't hard and it was clear she understood them already. So in less than half an hour we had them all worked. It was clear that this had been an excuse to call, but I was okay with that. I know, she'll probably turn into a juvenile delinquent because of me, but I can't help it. I adore my twerp little sis.

Our call winded up at about the same time Brent's did, his mostly because the battery in my phone was almost dead. He and his uncles had connected and they were both coming down to see Gail the following weekend, if her doctors permitted it. There was some concern by all that seeing them after all these years might well shock Gail back to the dark side of crazy. Brent was going to check with her doctors the next day to make sure. Phone numbers had been swapped all around and to some extent they had caught up in each other's lives. Robert was an accountant while Tim owned a couple of fast food joints. Both had done well after leaving home. Brent's grandparents were both deceased and while it would be cruel to say that was just as well, they never would have had any use for my husband anyway.

Tim and Robert were ecstatic at finding Gail and had tons of questions about her care but agreed to not call the center until Brent had talked to the doctors. All in all, it went about as well as could be expected.

Brent now had the challenge of telling Allison and Ron about it but they exuded nothing but happiness for Brent. I guess, by now, they knew they were irreplaceable to us and no one would ever take away for the adoration we felt for them and that they were always first in our hearts.

While all this was going on, since she was done with Sarah's homework, Carolyn and Trish began plotting a road trip for the weekend to go see her family. Mainly I think it was so Trish and Amber could see her brothers, but Carolyn's spirits were lightened nonetheless. When romance is sad, it's good to have family around.

Alex, of course, wanted to talk with Brent and they chatted until his phone was almost dead, too. Fortunately, mine had been on the charger so when it dropped we called back. Since Brat had requested it, I mentioned the kids coming up for the weekend but we all agreed that was a bad idea for Alex. He needed to stay home so he would get a feeling for where home is. Sarah heard at least half this conversation and protested that she could go but Allison wisely pointed out that home isn't just a place, it's the people that are there.

"Why doesn't Sissy and Brent and Carolyn come here then?" I heard her ask, and thought, "Well, that's not such a bad idea." After a few minutes of discussion though this became problematic as Brent's uncles were coming in Saturday, if only to meet Brent, and we had a dog to care for that Allison was allergic to. I figured we could take Damita to the groomers to scrub the dander off but I wasn't going to leave Brent to meet his family on his own.

"Why don't we go up Friday then?" Brent asked. "Their flight probably won't arrive until noon."

And so it was decided.

That night, both phones safely being charged, we snuggled and studied until bed time. Brent was distracted with elation and often stopped his focus to ask a question about family relations to Carolyn and Trish, since they were the only ones of us that had uncles, cousins, or anything else before that afternoon. They were thankfully reassuring that they, cousins and uncles, were a great augmentation to one's central family, but would never take the place of mothers, fathers, and siblings, even in our adoptive and foster statuses. It probably seems silly to most, but having never had any relations outside our immediate ones, neither Brent nor I had any idea what to do with his new uncles, aunts and cousins. Carolyn and Trish kept us calm and elated at the same time.

Trish also had plenty of advice for Carolyn in the romance department but Carolyn waived it off. Pretending to be okay about it wasn't fooling any of us but she made it clear she didn't want to talk about it.

That night in bed, we snuggled and talked until one of us, probably me, fell asleep. Brent got me teary eyed when he talked about all the shitty nights at the group home, wondering why his family didn't care only to find out now that they did and had no idea where he and his mother were. I really despised his grandparents, even if they were dead already. The pain they let happen was just unforgivable to me.

The rest of the week was a blur. The doctors were quite happy for Gail's brothers to visit and, after class the next day, we dropped by to see her briefly. Then it was by my now stepfather's practice for a follow exam where he pronounced me reasonably fit but still not all back. Dr. Riley was quite pleased with my running distances and times and gave us, Brent and I, a new set of goals. Friday after class, Brent took Damita to the groomers and dropped her off while I packed for our overnight and saw Carolyn, Amber and Trish off for Ohio. The weather was good for their trip up but a front was to move in late Sunday that they would need to keep an eye on. There was snow on the ground where they were going, about 3 hours away, but the roads were clear and no more was called for until at least Sunday evening.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 17



Amber had a one o'clock class and as soon as she was out they were off and on the road. Gail's doctors confirmed that the uncle's sudden visit would be a shock to her but suggested that, overall, it would be a good thing. It was suggested that Brent drop by and tell her about it so while I picked up Damita from the groomers, where she had been well behaved and even a little sassy, Brent visited his mother.

We met back at the house to drive to Mom and Dad's, and Brent said Gail was ecstatic over her brothers and irate that he had not brought me as well to tell her about them. I guess I should have gone but the day had only so many hours. I would be there Saturday, of course, but still felt bad about missing Brent telling her.

There wasn't much time to worry about that, though, as once we got to Ron and Allison's all that was forgotten. Donna was off and my "sister mothers", as well as my sister, were laying in wait to plan invitations, menus, and catering for the wedding. Every time a decision was made and I felt progress was happening, I would hear the litany of things left: guest lists, rehearsal dinners, rehearsal dinner guests, who exactly was going to be in the wedding party... It seemed to never end. Also, I was told that I would need a different dress and bouquet for the rehearsal. Who comes up with all this shit? If I wasn't married already, I would have just eloped!

Brent, Ron and Alex did their part by staying in the den, playing with the dog, watching movies and talking about scouting adventures all evening. Brent and Alex were bonding fast like Brat and I had. Neither could wipe the mischievous grin off their faces when they were around each other.

The ladies kept me up late but it was such fun hanging out with them the time just flew by and we got a lot of work done, plus a lot of mom gossip caught up on. I brought up that someone had insinuated that I was trying to get pregnant to Carolyn and both moms denied it, but neither convincingly. I explained once again that Brent and I were waiting until after school and until we were established to have kids, that we both wanted it that way and that, yes, I took BC every day and Brent and I were quite happy in the bedroom. I don't think any of them believed me about waiting to have kids though, even though it was the truth. I suspect that everyone was just so psyched up about Donna and Dr. Riley's baby, plus the additions of Alex and Sarah to our lives, that they just assumed pregnancy was catching. I suppose my miscarriage added to this impression, but I was serious when I said I wanted to wait. If I hadn't miscarried during the wreck I would have loved to have had our baby, but I did, and that was that. I reminded them that pregnancy had not been either planned or expected, but both smirked at me. Ugh!

We hadn't stayed at Allison and Ron's in a couple weeks, since before Buddy moved in. Since Sarah had my old room and Alex had Brent's room, we stayed in one of the guest rooms, one I suspect no one had ever stayed in before. Ron had earlier opened the vents to heat the room. They were normally closed since it was hardly ever used but it had a dusty scent to it even as we snuggled under the covers.

Brent draped his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest, the comforter pulled up to my chin. The moon was bright outside and shown through the windows that are gables on the roof. It was as cozy and romantic as could be, except for being over Sarah and Alex's rooms, our old ones, and since we could hear them, we assumed they could hear us. One thing we aren't good at is being quiet during sex, and we both know it. So it was that we talked instead of what I think we both had in mind.

"Is Damita with Alex?" I asked.

"Yeah, she made it pretty clear that thing he's been sleeping on is her bed." Brent giggled.

"We'll have to drop her off at the house in the morning. I don't think Allison can keep her for the weekend."

"No, it is too cold for her to stay in the run all day. She's better off at the house. Besides, the flight doesn't arrive until twelve-thirty, so we have time. We should take the truck," Brent said.

"Oh? Why's that?" I asked wondering how much luggage two guys could possibly bring for an overnight stay.

"Well if they want to look down their nose at the southern folk, it's scarier than a Honda." He laughed.

"I'm sure that won't happen, but we can take the truck. It will be easy to spot at the airport. Are they staying with us?" I asked.

"I thought we should invite them to, but I guess I should have asked you first. I don't know what their plans are other than to fly back out Sunday."

"Fine by me. We can put one in Sarah's and one in Alex's, the beds might be smaller than they are used to." We had full sized beds in the kids rooms so that wasn't that big of a worry, truthfully, although the decor wasn't for grown ups.

"We'll ask. They may have plans. Who knows?"

Some time as we snuggled and kissed we fell asleep. Even though I was horny to the point of distraction, and so was Brent, it just felt awkward the idea of having being intimate here, especially since the kids could hear and at least one was known to eavesdrop.

We awoke to a gentle tapping on the door. The clock on my phone said "7:00" so we actually slept later than normal.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's us," I heard two wonderful children reply.

"Well, come in ya little brats!" Brent called back. We both were decent in that we had pj bottoms on, while I had a camisole and Brent wore a tee.

Both came running in wearing their pj's and dove onto the bed. It really is a great way to wake up. After a brief tickle fight the kids let us up, and downstairs Allison already had breakfast under way. We all pitched in but mostly we got in Allison's way so that finally she shooed all out except myself. Soon the kitchen was back under control and breakfast was served.

Next were showers, and while I and the kids got cleaned up, Ron and Alex straightened the kitchen and loaded the washer. I was reminded that I had not ran as yet this morning but decided to take the day off rather than risk getting sick and being shuttled back to the hospital. Even this announcement brought alarm as our runs had become so habitual that everyone wondered if I felt okay.

It's about an hour to the airport, so by ten Brent and I were getting ready. I dressed casually, but not too casual. I wore a grey sweater dress and black tights, along with black boots that were just above my ankles. They had heels that were a bit spiky and sexy but looked good with the overall ensemble. Brent wore khakis and a sweater. Guys have it so easy!

We went downstairs and along the way were joined by Alex, who looked cute in a blue blazer, white button down and bow tie.

"Hey, Buddy, what are you all dressed up for?"

"To meet your other family." He smiled at Brent.

"Oh? And who said you were going?" Brent grinned as we reached the great room, to find Allison, Ron and Sarah all dressed for church as well.

"I did, if that's okay," Ron said. "Our son is having a momentous day. We want to be there for him."

"I... I'd like that. Thanks," Brent stammered.

We gathered up Damita and agreed to meet at the campus house, which we did just long enough to let the pup run again.

Brent and I rode in the truck while Ron, Allison and the kids took his Lexus. Short term parking was pretty full, but we managed to find a spot that was a short walk to the terminal. Which was good for, as smashing as my boots looked, Nancy Sinatra would not have approved. They weren't made for walking. Sarah had little experience in heels, even low ones like she wore, and by the time we got to the edge of the parking lot Ron had scooped her up and was carrying her. Alex tried to be brave but church shoes weren't the norm for him and he fell behind until Brent picked him up in one arm as well. We arrived at the gate just as folks were coming off the plane.

I'm not sure if anyone other than I had taken the time to look up Robert's picture on his firm's website, but it would not have mattered. As soon as he walked through the gate his blue eyes, muscular build and facial features revealed him to be a relative of Brent's. He even had the same goofy smile I adore so much on my husband, which he displayed as he walked towards us carrying what looked like a gym bag. Beside him was a guy who looked, well, tired, but was clearly also related. Tim had worry and doubt all over him, but on seeing Brent recognized him as family as well with a smile brighter than the sun. Soon all three were in a group hug that seemed to last forever. Ron, Allison and I smiled and respectfully waited. Sarah looked stunned, perhaps by Robert's appearance, and Buddy, still in Brent's arm, looked like the king of the world as the three grasped each other beneath him.

"So who is this big guy?" Timothy asked as they pulled apart, each with tears dripping down their cheeks.

"This is Alex, but I call him 'Buddy', he's my new brother." Brent smiled at Alex.

"And you must be Jessica," Robert said as he extended a handshake and a smile.

"Just call me 'Jessie.'" I smiled back and took his hand.

"Brent, when we talked you never said how beautiful your wife was! It is so wonderful to meet you, Jessie," Timothy said, shaking my hand as well. He was visibly nervous and shaking at this meeting, but seemed like a nice guy.

Brent turned to Ron and Allison, "And these folks are my mom and dad, Ron and Allison. They took me in and adopted me when, well, you know. Anyway, whatever I am I owe to them." Allison blushed and I could have swore I saw Ron get a little red faced, too. 

Ron extended his hand and said, "It's very nice to meet you both, I hope..."

He was interrupted by Timothy: "Oh my god, you cannot imagine how grateful we are to you both. It's, well... I..." and, with that, Timothy sat down to cry. Brent and Robert joined him, each saying how lucky they were to find Brent and his family after all these years.

Once they caught their breath, Timothy began apologizing for losing his demeanor, but Ron, nor the rest of us, would hear any of it.

"We, well, we're an emotional family," Brent said. "Oh, I didn't introduce you to someone very important, my little sister Sarah!" Upon being finally recognized, Sarah joined the hug fest and was soon doted upon by her new family members.

"So, what do I call you?" she asked Robert.

"Well most people call me 'Bob'."

"No, I mean, are you, like a cousin or," Sarah, asked her face showing genuine confusion.

"Well," Allison said, "If Bob and Timothy..."

"Just Tim," he smiled.

"If Bob and Tim are Brent's uncles, and Brent is your brother..."

"Just call us 'Uncle Bob' and 'Uncle Tim', if that's okay with you folks."

Allison grinned. "You'll find the relationships can get confusing."

"Oh!" Sarah announced, "They are like Aunt Donna's brothers, except she doesn't have any!"

"That's right!" Brent laughed.

"Wait, who is Donna again?" Tim asked.

"That's my other mother. Allison's sister mother," I explained.

"Oh, so Brent's mother?"

"Yes, but that's me, too, if he gets out of line." Allison laughed.

"You guys must be tired. We're hoping you will stay with us," I said.

"Oh don't be silly, Jessie. They are staying with us. We have much more room," Allison announced with a smile.

"Oh, we were just going to stay at the Sheraton or somewhere. Don't worry about us," Bob said.

"Well, now you don't have to. Jessie, why don't you get the truck and pull up while we get their luggage, then you can go on to Brent's mom. We'll meet you back at the house, and don't forget to bring Damita," Ron said.

"Oh, we just have carry on," Tim announced.

"Then we're good to go! Right this way, folks. Is it your first time here?" Allison asked.

"I was here at the Opryland convention center a couple years ago. My firm sent me for a conference. It was Christmas time and I got lost inside the place," Bob answered.

"It's my first." Tim smiled.

"Well, I wish you could stay longer. There is so much to do and see!"

"This trip is all about Gail but we'll be back for longer stays until she's well." Bob smiled.

We got to the exit and the cold air hit. Sarah complained, and Timothy told her it was warm compared to the weather near Buffalo.

We got to the truck, hugged Allison, Ron and the kids, and headed out. I drove, mainly so Brent could talk to his uncles without distraction. Of course, both remarked about women in the south driving trucks. Brent told them that not all women in the south did, but that his wife was "particularly kick ass" which got him a smile from me. They told Brent stories about his mother growing up, and repeatedly thanked us for contacting them. Both were sincere in what they called their "disappointment" with their parents. Apparently, both parents had doted on their only daughter and when she married young, they became angry not just at the marriage but at who she married. It was a rift that would never heal. Bob was about 13 or 14 when all this happened and was forbidden to even write his sister, although he immediately did. When the letter came back with the wrong address he had been punished severely for his indiscretion and never attempted again until he left home for college. By then Gail and her husband, Brent's father, were lost to them.

We arrived at the convalescence center, said a brief prayer, and went in. Rebecca was waiting for us with medical updates. Gail was doing well still, but the impending visit had made her quite antsy and animated so they had Xanax at the ready just in case.

Finally Brent went down the hall and into Gail's room, followed by Bob, Tim and myself.

"Hey, Mom!"

"Brent! I knew it was you! Remember? You told me yesterday that you would visit and..."

Gail stopped her recitation of yesterday's conversation when she saw Bob and Tim. She rose and walked briskly towards them and threw her arms around them both.

"Oh god, Gail. Oh god, I've missed you so much," I heard Bob say as tears poured down all their eyes.

Brent came to me and put his arm around me.

"I did good, didn't I?" I asked, and he could only nod his head as tears filled his eyes.

Rebecca brought in a couple of extra chairs after a few minutes as the tear fest died down and we spent the afternoon with them reminiscing and apologizing for having lost touch. About two hours in, Gail volunteered her history of where she had been the last 20 years starting with her marriage, her disownment, which she touched on only briefly, Brent being born, losing Ricardo, then losing her mind. She bragged that she had gotten Brent into the best home possible with the Andersons and seldom a week went by that he didn't visit. She even bragged about her daughter being in college. Her perspective on things was unique, probably because of her mental illness, but she was entertaining to listen to. Bob and Tim shared their life histories as well, and Gail demanded that next visit they bring their families, which both said they would. It would be dark before we left, and then we could go only with a promise to return in the morning.

I drove again while Brent and his uncles talked, this time about him and his history. Both regretted not being there to be his uncles as he grew and promised to make up for it now. We got to the house and they waited in the living room while we let Damita run again and we again threw some clothes in a bag for a second overnight stay at our parents. We got back on the road in just a few minutes with Brent's uncles now doting on Damita, which gave us a chance to explain Sarah and Alex's background and give them some advice on taboo subjects, like not asking about their biological families. Finally at the end of what seemed like a long day, we got off the interstate and approached Ron and Allison's gated community.

"Brent, Tim and I have talked, is there anything you need? I mean, I know money must be tight with school and all, but if you need anything, well, uncles are supposed to help..." Bob asked, his voice tapering as he felt the awkwardness of his question. It was really sweet though and neither of us were offended. Of course right then we pulled up to the gate and I rolled down the window to punch in the code.

"We have a passkey but it's in Brent's car," I said.

"Oh, you mean the Honda at your home? That's Brent's? So the truck must belong to Ron? He's a dentist, right?" Tim asked.

"Uh, no, the truck is mine, but I let Brent drive it some. And yes, Ron is a dentist. So if you don't want him doing fillings, don't smile too big." I grinned.

We drove past the McMansions on the entry road and Bob remarked that in their area these homes would cost a half a million.

"They're not quite that here, probably around a third. The bigger ones are at the back of the development, where we're going." Brent said nonchalantly. And he really was nonchalant as neither of us cared what manner of home the Anderson's lived in or how much money they had, only that we loved them and they loved us. When I finally turned in the driveway I thought I heard a gasp from Tim at the size of the place and it was only then that I realized that they must have thought Brent was raised in some Dickensian poverty. Nothing like Ron and Allison's home to burst that bubble.

While Brent was gathering our bags and his uncles staring at the home, myself and Damita were noticing that Donna's car was in the drive as well. It appeared I was in for another night of wedding planning. Yuck.

Allison and Donna had dinner ready and we ate in the dining room, which we had rarely used before. Of course, we rarely had nine people for dinner too. Ron showed the uncles to their rooms then the boys, Alex included, went to the den while the girls took over the great room for wedding planning. I couldn't complain. Being around Brent's uncles had made me realize just how lucky I was compared to most. Here they had thought we had grown up poor when we had grown up quite comfortably. Now, in truth, Brent and I were poor. Neither of us had income except for foster kid money to help pay for school, but Ron and Allison were rich and were inflicted with such generosity that money was never a worry. Before being a foster kid I had known poverty, and wasn't too many years removed from it. I still didn't know how to behave like a wealthy person, but I tried to be polite and friendly and hoped it worked out. It usually did.

By bed time, we had managed to pick out invitations and tuxes. The tuxes were easy actually and Brent said he would rather just leave it up to me. Of course by leaving it up to me he got to hang out with Ron and his uncles, as well as make mischief with Alex. We began working on the guest list, but that was not a problem for me. Most everyone I knew was either in the house or in Ohio visiting their family, or in Ohio banging my best friend's brothers. Allison had a list of church folks and Donna sheepishly asked if she could invite some of her and Dr. Riley's friends, which of course I agreed to happily.

Finally, around eleven, we crawled into bed. We had not been intimate in several days and I was developing strong urges. Okay, I was horny as hell and really needed Brent, but of course there was the noise problem. Once again, we slept frustrated. Before nodding off I mentioned that I had expectations for the next night, and with a deep kiss he told me he did too.

Morning came too soon and once again our younger siblings woke us. The plan was that Brent, the uncles and I would skip church and spend the day with Gail until they had to leave to fly back. Both uncles were staggeringly nice and good natured. The evening spent catching up with, or rather getting to know, Brent had been joyful for them and they only regretted having missed the first 20 years of his life. They took great pride in my husband and had everlasting gratitude to Ron and Allison for doing what they wished they could have done, which is to have raised him.




The Descending of Jessica Ch. 17



As we were about to leave, Allison asked if I had spoken to Carolyn.

"No, why?"

"Oh, they're calling for an ice storm this evening. You might want to call and warn her to get back before it hits."

"What time is it supposed to hit?"

"Around fiveish, I think," Ron answered. "Hey, you two need to take a kerosene heater just in case. Brent help me get one out of the garage for you."

"We have gas heat," I said, wondering what the panic was about.

"Well, yeah, sweetie, but you have an electric fan on the heat pump that moves the warm air around. If the power goes out the gas heat doesn't do a lot of good. You're better off with the fireplace and a kerosene heater." Ron smiled.

"Oh! You can make s'mores!" Allison giggled, which brought demands from the kids that they spend the night, which of course was vetoed.

"Well, if we take your heater what are you going to do if the power goes out?" I asked.

"We'll turn everything off but the fridge and freezer and hook up the generator in the garage. It won't power the whole house but it will keep the heat on. We'll be fine." Ron said.

Once loaded, and Alex had an opportunity to walk Damita, we headed out, first to drop off the pup again, then to spend the day with Gail. We had lunch there at the facility but rather than hospital food they let us call out for pizza, which was nice and Gail thoroughly enjoyed it. We spent the day again getting to know each other. Gail was less animated this day and seemed to have a foreboding sadness that her brothers would be leaving but each said they would be back in the next couple of weeks for a longer visit.

Our visit ended, as one might expect, in tears. After all those years of no contact it just seemed unfair that they should only have so few hours together. Bob said he would be back in a week or so, and Tim said he would be taking a week off in the next month to bring his family down. Both promised to call Gail and Brent everyday, and this was a promise they would keep. The doctor on call at the time of our visit went over Gail's status. One of her problems in the past was falling into the trap of thinking she was better and refusing to take the meds that had gotten her that way. It would be important in the next few weeks to constantly encourage her to stay on the regime as clearly they were working. All promised to help.

In the end, Brent and I visited Gail two or three times a week at minimum, usually more. After a few visits, I began dropping by on my own and she always made me feel welcome. Tim and Bob kept their promises and called every day and Bob flew in every weekend for a while, the very next time with his wife and children. Tim worked more hours, but took a week off the next month and brought his family as well. Gail was kept busier than she had been in years and began making off site visits with family. We would go to eat, or just to shop at the mall. Allison and Donna would come along on these shopping trips and it was apparent that all were forming a nice clique.

We took Bob and Tim to the airport, but they had to clear security an hour before the flight so there wasn't time for a long goodbye. By the time they left, Brent was emotionally drained and exhausted. We went home to finally rest and release some of the sexual tension that had been building up from several days of celibacy. Just as we got there it began to rain and I remembered that I was to call Carolyn.

"Hey!" she answered on the first ring.

"Hey yourself! Where are you?"

"About an hour north of town, why?"

"How are the roads?" I asked.

"So far they're okay. It's supposed to ice over isn't it?"

"Yeah, I meant to call earlier and give you the heads up but it sounds like you got it anyway."

"Yeah, Mom and Dad sent us off early. The weather channel might as well have said, 'If your daughter doesn't leave now, we will kill her.' It's not supposed to get bad until dark or so. We should be fine," Carolyn said with a laugh.

"Well, be careful! It's already raining here!"

"Here too, but it seems like I've driven in rain before. See ya in a few!"

Carolyn hung up and I caught Brent up on her progress. It appeared she would get home just before dark, which is when the temperature was expected to drop so I was concerned but not overly worried. Carolyn was the best driver of any of us and would know if she needed to pull over.

We got home and Brent cranked the heat up as he went down the hall to let Damita out. I jumped into the shower as I expected the house might be a bit cold if the power went out and I wanted to be fresh for Brent, anyway.

A jade green thong and bra went on and then some casual sweats before I dried my hair and applied some base and just a bit of makeup. Brent was awfully quiet downstairs and, once ready, I went downstairs to find a note that he had gone out for more kerosene and a couple of flashlights. Sure enough, the rain was turning to ice and I could hear the lines crackling. I was about to call Brent and Carolyn when they both slid into the drive.

"Hey, honey! Don't scare me like that! I came downstairs and you were gone!" I exclaimed.

"Didn't you see my note?" Brent asked as he set down a large blue fuel can on the porch and then put his arms around me with shopping bags still in his hands.

"Yeah, but I was worried." I grinned and kissed him.

"I called Allison. Everyone is home safe there, including your mom. Apparently they were discussing honeymoons when the storm hit so she's just going to ride it out there."

"That's good. So, lets get inside! It's freezing! Carolyn do you need help with your stuff?"

"No, I got it. Just a couple of bags. You're right, though, this weather sucks!" She smiled and hugged us both.

"Well, put it away and come tell us about your trip!"

"Okay, but you gotta tell me about the uncles!" She grinned.

We went in and the house was almost stifling warm. Brent had brought in wood for the fireplace but hadn't lit it, and the heater was set up in the kitchen but not on. It was hot because he had turned up the thermostat just in case the power went out. Before turning it down he insisted on assembling flashlights and a battery operated lantern, as well as setting up candles throughout the downstairs. I switched to a camisole so I wouldn't melt.

Carolyn came over and exclaimed it was hot on her side, too. Brent finally agreed to turn down the heat and just as he did the power went out. We heard the transformer blow and, a moment later, everything went dark and quiet.

Brent turned on the lantern and lit candles while Carolyn and I sat on the couch.

Once it was light enough to move around, Carolyn asked, "So, Brent, did you plan this?"

"What? No, I just, well Ron got me thinking, would we be ready if the power went out so I picked up a few things. I don't know how long the house will stay warm, though. I should build a fire."

The house was already cooling down, although it would be a half hour before it was comfortable. Carolyn and I chatted about her trip and the uncles while Brent built a fire and, when it was going, he announced he was going to take a shower before the house got cold.

"Well, don't use all the hot water. We don't know when we'll get more," I said.

"Uh, we have a gas hot water heater, honey. We aren't going to run out." He smiled and I could only grin at my silliness. Carolyn decided to wash up before her side got cold and ran next door, leaving me alone with Damita. It was cozy warm in the living room and I decided we should sleep on the foldout across the room from the fireplace. The power might be on in an hour, but it might not be on for days. In any event, given the ice build up I could see out the window on the cars and truck, we weren't going anywhere.

With Brent busy showering, I made the bed up. I hadn't slept in it yet but I stretched out and it was surprisingly comfortable.

"Geez, it's already cold upstairs," Brent said as he came down towel drying his hair. He was wearing his usual night time wear of basketball shorts and a tee.

"Yeah, I figured we should sleep down here next to the fire. Don't you think?" I asked as I sprawled across the bed as sexily as I could. Despite the weather, I was dead set on making up for the last few days of missed intimacy. Brent's smile told me he felt the same way. He stretched out beside me and smothered me with a deep passionate kiss that got all my juices flowing. I was so lucky to have him and wanted to do something special with him, although I had no idea what at that moment. I just figured to play it by ear.

The knock was quiet at first, then a bit louder. Brent jumped up to get the door and found Carolyn on the other side, shivering.

"Hey, don't forget to let your faucets drip or the pipes might freeze," she said.

"You might freeze. Get in here!" Brent exclaimed.

"Oh! Were you gone to bed? I should go."

"Carolyn, you're freezing. How long were you outside?" Brent asked.

"Oh, just a second. It's really cold on my side."

"Well, why didn't you say so? You're staying over here with us. We've got the fireplace and the heater," I demanded.

Brent shut the door behind her and she sat on the edge of the bed towards the fire. She really sat on the part of the sectional that was not the bed, but whatever. I sat up and wrapped the comforter around both of us as Brent disappeared into the kitchen. 

Next to me as she was, she was shivering. Apparently, she had taken a shower but hadn't been able to dry her hair and left the bathroom to find her apartment side of the house had dropped into the forties.

"I'll get warmed up and go back to my place. I have a sleeping bag there. I'll be fine." She smiled.

"No, you'll stay here and stay warm with us. We'll have a slumber party." I grinned.

"Ha! I don't think Brent is ready for our kind of slumber party." She smirked.

"Are you kidding? It's all he thinks about... Well, that and taking me camping for some reason." I giggled.

There was a long silence, broken by Carolyn asking, "Are we talking about the same thing?"

I was freakishly horny, but even I knew there was a line approaching that I wasn't sure I really wanted to cross. I could only answer honestly.

"Well, if it happens, I'm okay with it. If it doesn't, well, I'm okay, too."

"No, that's a cop out, I need an answer. What do you want to happen, Jessie?"

I didn't have to answer as Brent returned with a tray covered with cups of hot chocolate.

"See! I told you my husband was perfect!" I exclaimed.

"Gawwd, Jessie, how do you do that?" Carolyn asked as Brent handed us mugs of cocoa.

"Do what?" Brent asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just one minute she's all mature and adult and grown up and the next she's a little girl excited about hot chocolate."

"Well, Brent makes great hot cocoa," I said, my confusion showing.

"Yeah, I don't get it," Brent allowed.

"It's just... well, one second we're talking about really grown up stuff, and the next minute she's just as innocent as the driven snow," Carolyn said.

"Oh, she's not that innocent." Brent grinned.

"Yes, I am. I'm a good girl!" I nearly shouted.

"No, you're wonderful girl, best wife in the world, but innocent? No, innocent girls don't have rules already made up for every situation." Brent said as his arms encased me.

"Oh. Oh! I see what you mean." I smiled at Carolyn and then Brent.

"Rules?" Carolyn asked.

"Uh, yeah, rules. You know how some couples have a list of celebrities that if they ever meet they get a free pass for? Well, Jessie doesn't have anything like that, but she gives me rules for any fantasies I have."

"Like what?" Carolyn giggled.

"Oh, like no... Uh, well, I shouldn't say." Brent smiled.

"Oh, no, go ahead, Brent. I have nothing to hide!" I laughed as he suddenly became shy.

Brent clammed up and refused to continue so, after several attempts, I gave up on him explaining.

"Okay, so Brent and I, we share, well, everything; our dreams, our hopes, and sometimes our fantasies. We're very open with each other like that. And nothing too weird... He doesn't want me to wear all black and whip him or anything, but the other night we were talking about if we ever asked someone else to join us, what the ground rules would be. And I told him no butt stuff."

"'Butt stuff'?"

"Yeah, you know, doing stuff to each others butt, like..."

"Ewww, no, you don't have to explain." She laughed, although as she did so she looked at Brent who suddenly had an interest in petting Damita.

"Well, it's not like that. It's just that's a bit too personal. Anyway, I had reservations about him kissing anyone else. He doesn't want any other men in bed with us, and neither do I, and he says he only wants to do stuff with me while our, uh, guest does stuff with me. I'm not sure I believe that part and, the more I think about it, that's not fair."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Well, I would be with two people. One is my husband, the other is another girl, someone we're both close to, you know, that we adore and stuff, but they are only with me. The whole point is for everyone to be with two others, and that's why I'm, well, nervous about the whole thing. But I have to give my perv husband rules or he'd be like a dog in heat."

"Sounds like you've put a lot of thought into this, Jessie. Brent, how do you feel about those rules?" She giggled.

"Well, uh, I. I've told Jessie, I don't want to be with anyone else and... Okay confession time. Ever since she told me about last fall, you know, at the dorm? Well, I've had this image in my mind. And, well, I love my wife though. I don't want to be with anyone else the idea of her and another girl just, well, its something I can't stop thinking about, and its really hot." He gave his goofy, innocent smile like he had been caught and was confessing.

"That's sweet, honey, but how would we invite someone to join us then dictate what they can and can't do? We have I wouldn't want anyone to think we're wanting them to join us, but we're unwilling to share with what we have. You know? I mean, it makes me nervous to think about it too, but, uh, turned on as well? And, well, if its just about me, it seems selfish."

"So have you two talked to Trish about this? If I know her, I think she would be willing..."

"No. Not Trish. The list of candidates is very short," Brent said.

"It only has one name on it," I added as I stared into Carolyn's eyes.

"I see."

We sat through a pregnant silence that must have lasted a minute while we all thought about it. I curled up in Brent's arms and he leaned down to kiss me. It was a nice reassurance.

"What about after?" Carolyn asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"Won't it get weird?"

"Probably, but that's why we picked... Well, I know this is going to sound odd, but if Brent ever slept with anyone else that would be cheating and neither he nor I would do that. But adding someone we care about on occasion, for the physical release for all of us and emotional support for all of us too, and, well, exploring the fantasy, I mean, Brent, well with all that is on him I just can't show him enough how much I love him, and uh this girl, she's been there for me and suffered along with Brent while I was down, and she's so beautiful and but so insecure, well and knowing we all trust each other, well, I know, I'm babbling, but I don't think it would do anything more than strengthen the relationship between us, as a couple and as individuals, and her. Besides, if Brent ever fucks her behind my back, I'll just wait until he's asleep and..."

"Woah woah!!" Brent interrupted, "How did we get around to killing me in my sleep?"

"Just making sure you remember the rules honey." I grinned.

Carolyn giggled at our banter then, after a moment, became serious.

"I can live with that, your rules. But I have one of my own."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yes. Jessie, I adore you. I love you like, well, I don't know like what. We said friends with benefits wasn't quite right once. I don't know." She talked slowly and softly, almost in a whisper as she looked at the comforter rather than Brent or I. "And I haven't stopped thinking about last fall either, I admit it, I day dream about it every day and it confuses me because, well, because I am otherwise not interested in girls, and, well I would never ever jeopardize what you have with Brent, you two are my best friends. Anyway, I, well you know how I feel about you, and that's, well, my rule is this: I can't fuck your husband. Brent, you're like a brother to me, but come on, I would never dream of fucking my brother." She laughed.

"Well, I guess that settles it then..." Brent began before I interrupted.

"No, wait. I, that's not fair to you or Brent."

"Sure it is. I get to be with my best friend again, and I like I said, I've thought about it every day even if it does confuse me. Brent gets, well, he gets... What do you get Brent?"

"I get to see my wife and our best friend naked and going at it?"

"See? He gets to be a pervert as you say... Brent, you really are perverted for wanting to watch like that and you... Well, look at Jessie, not me. I'm self conscious about that." Carolyn smiled and as she said this moved across me to kiss Brent on the cheek, leaving her kneeling between my legs. The comforter now laid behind us. "But I love ya! Now you..." she said as she looked into my eyes, "I think Brent wants to watch us? Is that right?"

"That's what he says." I looked up at her and smiled.

"And you want to make him happy that way?"

"Uh huh." I smiled.

"And you need my help?"

"Yes. He and I wouldn't bother with anyone else." I smiled.

"Then there's just one thing to do.."

Carolyn leaned forward and kissed me, tentatively at first, then with passion. Her hand cupped my breast and my temperature began to rise. I knew this would be a long hot night, even with the power off and the icy rain falling outside.

*****

Until next time!



The Descending of Jessica



I might have given in had he not said "make love." I wasn't in love with him. He wasn't in love with me. His words were just bullshit being said by an amateur player in hopes of fucking the girl no one else had fucked. I didn't want to "make love" and now, I didn't want to fuck him either. 

Still, the only thing worse in high school than being known as a prude was being known as a cock tease, and clearly I had already let things go too far. In addition, although sated, I was still somewhat aroused. I looked up into his eyes and said "I'm sorry, I'm just not ready to go that far, its just our first date! But" I said as I gently pressed my hands on his shoulders this time causing him to reluctantly rise, "I can do some stuff for you I haven't done for anyone else"

A knowing grin crossed both our faces.

As he leaned back into the drivers seat I was finally able to adjust my thong to cover my pussy. Guys, you have no idea how uncomfortable it is to have wet panties chaffing the joint of your hip and thigh. 

Once adjusted I leaned over and in the moonlight saw Danny's still hard cock standing erect. It was smaller than what I had seen in the porn movies I had watched online, but as cocks go, quite attractive. He waited for my attentions while I studied it with my eyes. Maybe five or six inches long, and about as thick as a roll of quarters or half dollars. Not as thick as an energy drink can in any event, it was traversed with a number of veins rising that seemed throb with each beat of his heart. Atop it sat a swollen head, dark pink with a purple rim surrounding it, roughly shaped like a mush room or Darth Vader's helmet (yeah, I'm a bit of nerd, sue me.) A small slit on top of the head oozed a yellow fluid I knew from class to be what was commonly called pre cum. Meant to cleanse the pathway for the sperm that followed, it also signaled that orgasm was near. It felt good to know that I could excite a man that much.

I looked up at his face to see him watching me study him and grinned. He took my hand and placed it on the vein covered shaft and I felt a cock for the first time. It was harder than I imagined it would be, yet the skin on it was soft and loose. It felt heavier in my hand than I expected and warmer, and I could feel it throb. The throbbing is what I think caused me to begin to produce wetness in my pussy again. I squeezed it gently and the head stood just over the width of my palm high swelling each time I applied pressure. When I did this the pre cum oozed even more and ran down to my hand. I began to slowly stroke his meat, almost absent mindly, and he let a soft moan escape his throat. He began to ever so gently buck his hips so as to almost be fucking my hand and as he did I alternated squeezing and releasing the pressure of my grip so as to milk the fluid from his cock. 

It was now or never I thought. I smiled at him and leaned over. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue and tasted the juice that was leaking from him. The tip of my tongue connected with his now wet head, and I confess, the taste was not good. It was quite acidic, almost acrid tasting, even bitter. All this talk I had read about sweet and salty tasting cock was apparently lies, but as I licked him he moaned, and so I continued to swirl my tongue around his meat in order to give him a share of the pleasure I had so recently experienced. , I licked away the pre cum and finally tasting the saltiness of his cock. 

Okay, so this wasn't so bad, flavor wise. 

I took the whole head into my mouth, pursing my lips as I did so that my teeth would not scrape his sensitive skin while he groaned and began sliding his cock in and out of my hot hungry mouth. I knew from reading that I could control the depth by keeping my hand on the shaft, but I soon found out I could take his entire shaft without it ever gagging me. I sucked on him hard, I licked the shaft and head, I would have sucked his balls but I couldn't get to them in the confines of the car seat.

I don't really know how long I sucked his cock. Just thinking of the words excited me and caused time to drift. What could have been a minute, or ten passed as I became so enamored with the feeling of his throbbing, pulsing dick sliding in and out of my mouth, which I kept wet with saliva so and sucked so as to better imitate a hot greedy pussy engulfing him. I had become so focused it was as though I existed just to suck his cock. I was his cock sucker, a slur I had heard many time said in anger, but at this self description, cock sucker, I felt nothing but pride and intense, pleasurable excitement. My clit was swollen with excitement and throbbed in rhythm with his member. I had found my way to my knees on the seat beside him and his hand rested on my still panty covered vulva. I rubbed against his hand and my own pleasure began to build along with Danny's. Soon he would pull the thong aside and his fingers found my drenched cunt and still wet asshole. I didn't care that it hurt when he wormed a finger into my dark anal cavity, only that it allowed me to feel him inside me there as his cock filled my mouth. He began to finger fuck my pussy and ass again and I felt another pussy drenching orgasm approach. 

Danny was now fucking my face, there is just no other way to describe his cock being thrusth into my mouth and throat by the bucking of his hips while he fingered my hot wet pussy and tight ass. His tempo built rapidly and I decided he needed to slow down so I could further enjoy the experience before we both came. I know this sounds selfish, but I also wanted him to enjoy it as well. I was fascinated by the feel of his cock, the weight of it in my hand and mouth, the taste, the manly scent, well, I was fascinated by whole experience, so I took my mouth off him and was going up to his face to kiss him, when he grabbed me by the hair with his left hand and tried to force me back onto him. The pain from having my hair pulled was instantaneous yet was the final straw that triggered my orgasm as I came on his hand and my ass pushed his invading finger from me. I struggled to sit up but he pushed my face down towards his dick with one hand while he finger fucked me into oblivion with the other. I had replaced my mouth with my hand and continued to pump his cock which was drenched with my saliva and slide easily in my grasp. The whole action confused me as I had never experienced a guy like this, and I suppose I should have realized why he was being so forceful. In pushing me back down. All I knew was that I didn't like being handled this way, but I was cumminng too hard to do anything but freeze where I was with my lips parted as I groaned in ecstasy. 

Then Danny groaned and his cock erupted sperm that flew all the way up to my face, splashing on my nose and cheek. A second jet of white hot jism followed the first, this time hitting my lips, chin, neck and somehow landing in my hair. More and more white sticky cum erupted out of him and my hand began milking his sex juice from him. I quickly lowered my head so he could shoot the last couple of jets of seminal fluid into my hungry, slutty mouth, where I swirled it around with my tongue to decided that the taste was acceptable, if not great. It was like tasting something for the first time knowing you would enjoy having it again. He relaxed his grip on my hair and I was again able to control my movements. I licked the sweet cum from his dick, then from my lips and then leaned over again to whorishly suck the head of his now softening cock into my waiting mouth, relishing the taste of his seed all the while. 

Despite my sluttish licking and sucking of his cock, he grew soft after a few minutes and I could not soon revive his erection. I felt truly intimate as he softened in me, as though we had somehow bonded in a way I could not describe that went beyond the mutual experience we had just shared. The experience had ended though, and it was time to go. 

I sat up and looked for a tissue. Finding none immediately, I remembered something I had seen on the internet and slowly wiped the cum from my face with a finger and then licked it off. I think it tastes better hot, straight from the tap, or perhaps that's just the excitement of the moment, but it captured Danny's attention as I did this and he stared at me as if I were a sexual goddess until I finished and licked the wet slimy cock sauce from my hand. 

Danny finally caught his breath as I opened my purse to reapply my lipstick, where I then found the tissue I had much needed only moments before. As I looked into the vanity mirror on the sun visor he sheepishly said "I'm sorry I pulled your hair like that, I guess I just lost control."

"That's okay, if I knew you were about to ... uh..." I had to think of a dignified word , "ejaculate," I said, knowing it sounded too nerdy but unable to take it back once said, "I would have just stayed down there." I smiled.

I then began brushing my hair as it was a hot mess and still had his sticky, slimy cock juice clinging to in it places. There really was a lot more ejaculate than I had thought there would be. I figured it would be related to the size of the penis, but I would have to rethink that reasoning. Had I not been curious about the taste, and turned on by Danny watching me, I don't think I would have had enough tissues to clean it all up anyway. 

"A lot of girls won't let you cum in their mouths" Danny said softly. 

I pondered his reason for mentioning this and concluded that he was just attempting, poorly, to make small talk. Had he thought I was willing, there would have been no reason to grab my head and force me down.

"Well," I said as I put my brush away "I've never done that before, so I planned on it. I think it's kind of expected in this day and age isn't it?" I asked. "Plus, I was curious about it too. I don't know, it was hot watching it spurt out, and it was hot having you in my mouth at the end so I could decide if I liked it or not. I decided I liked it. So next time, you can cum in my mouth" I announced with a smile. 

And at that time Brent had not crossed my mind again and I fully intended that on our next date, perhaps the following Friday, we would get a room alone somewhere and I could give him a through blow job that was less rushed by being in a public place like we were, and perhaps take his cock into my pussy and learning what it felt like to be filled with seed there too. But of course, at that time, I didn't know that by Monday he would have told everyone in our class that he had spent the night after the prom fucking me all night and the next day like a cheap hooker. His brief ego gratification would cost him the summer of his life.

And when I got home that night, Brent had gotten home from school. 

Next: Chapter II