0 comments/ 65652 views/ 1 favorites When Hannah Met Jim By: D-Cutter Allen Grosserhaun looked up at the skylight in the ceiling of their bed & breakfast suite and then back down at the tableau in front of him, as if to convince himself either that he was really seeing what his eyes told him or that he really was hallucinating. At the moment he was so submerged in sensory overload that even if the latter turned out to be the truth it would have been perfectly okay with him, simply for what his imagination had allowed him to experience. What he saw when he opened his eyes again was the relaxing yet enticingly warm and stimulative bubbling waters of the Jacuzzi, and the mouth, lips, and tongue of his wife, Deatra, languidly licking and sucking on the head and shaft of his cock. Three weeks this fantasy had been going on, ever since his twenty-year high school reunion and the watershed fight he and wifey had had the day before his departure. It was like the porno version of "Groundhog's Day" - a recurring dream so incredible that he most definitely did not want to do anything that had the remotest chance of waking him up from it. It had started the Sunday evening he had arrived back home from the reunion. Already racked by a growing tide of guilt for the previous night's infidelity, he passionately embraced Dee, only to have his passion matched by a smothering of her kisses, followed by a tonsillectomy for the ages. “I missed you, honey. And I’m sorry about Thursday night,” she had purred. “But I’ve got a surprise for you.” Feeling like his transgression was a neon sign around his neck, Alan bluffed, “Really? What is it?” “Just have the kids go play at the neighbors for an hour. Then come back and find out,” Dee said throatily in a horrible Mae West impression. Alan dutifully complied, anxious to please Dee while really expecting nothing more than the usual tame, limited brand of intimacy that was all she had ever allowed. Curiously she led him to the bathroom, where romantic jazz was playing on the radio. She then began undressing him in excruciatingly provocative slow motion, and when he was nude she proceeded to perform the same strip tease upon herself. Allen knew that the gawking look on his face must be at least as cretinous as how he was feeling, but it wasn't affecting Deatra's concentration in the slightest. In fact, she had just gotten started. She then sultrily reached for the bottle of lotion on the counter, had Allen hold out his hands, and poured a generous amount on each set of fingers, took his hands and gently rubbed them together, and then whispered, "Rub this on my calves." Of course, the most practical way to do this was to kneel at her feet so that he could reach them, which, not coincidentally, also brought his face mere inches from her pussy. It was at this moment that he realized with a start that Dee's pussy was shaved bare as a baby's behind. His wife had never, ever, not once in all the years they'd been married, even so much as groomed or trimmed her bush, even to look presentable in her old-maid one-piece swimsuit. It had always been a mop of fur so thick Allen had oftentimes wondered if it was meant to be a natural chastity barrier. And now that thicket was gone, leaving nothing but her rose pedal lips and the little white clit that was seemingly coming out to greet him. Suddenly unable to help himself, Allen dared to bring his hands up the back of Dee's thighs, cup her buttocks, and bring her pubis to his mouth. And the wonder of it all was that she didn't stop him - in fact, she sat down on the edge of the bathroom counter to give him easier access, and he plundered her. After what seemed like all too short an interval, she gently raised his head up and frenched Allen with undiminished gusto, then opened the shower curtain to reveal a full hot bubble bath. "Lay down," she breathed in his ear, and being on autopilot at this point, he did. She then straddled him facing away and leaned down with her ass in his face and her mouth actually poised mere inches from his dick. "Oh, my, dear, God," Allen thought hazily. Once in my life and now twice in two days, and this time with the woman I just betrayed. Powerball winners didn't get this lucky. He couldn't see what was going on at the other end of the sixty-nine. He didn't have to. He felt his penis disappear into something unbelievably hot and moist while resuming his licking up and down Deatra's crease, intermittently sucking on a labia and taking a swab over her swollen clit with an increasing frequency that slowly built into a mounting urgency. And somehow, some way, Dee not only kept up, but actually matched the same pace and equivalent oral ministrations. A thought occurred to him then, as it had once, years before, with Jill - "Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?" But before he could be distracted by his guilt again, Dee came with a shuddering squeal, and started getting up. Again, Allen wondered if that was it, and that this had all been a huge tease after all, when instead she just crawled forward a ways, still facing away from him, looked back and smirked, "Saddle me up, cowboy." Allen gaped in astonishment. This wasn't happening. HIS wife, doing everything he'd ever dreamed of, and now inviting him to fuck her doggie style? It was just like that first time with Jill. And also like that first time, he was too horny to really want to puzzle over it. Within seconds he was in her to the hilt, belly slapping against her moist asscheeks, hands alternately on her hips and her breasts, her little yips of pleasure propelling his orgasm until it burst into her innards accompanied by a cry of sheer, undiluted ecstasy. But like a game show, "that wasn't all!" This skid of untrammeled lust reprised itself the next night, and the next, and the one after that. Mr. and Mrs. Grosserhaun had buggered each other with unflagging, freewheeling enthusiasm every single day from that one to this. Allen could hardly believe that this was the same woman that was kin to all those old hillbilly fogies, fossils, and hags, and their half dozen metaphorical teeth between them whose dog & pony show he had spent the afternoon enduring. Or maybe not "enduring" at that; in truth it wasn't as bad as he once would have thought. The past few weeks hadn't just been more and incomparably better sex than they'd had in the previous year; it had also been an outpouring of selfless love from his wife such that he'd found himself almost compelled to not just give back, but to change his long-set attitudes on things. Whereas it had been guilt that had motivated him to go to Dee's family reunion, he found that he actually did want to go precisely because it was important to her. And it no longer mattered to him why she considered it important; she simply did, and because of that it was important to him as well. But the guilt still was there, in the background, always watching, ever vigilant. And so, for good reasons and bad, Allen's pursuit of good husbandry unwaveringly continued, for fear that if it didn't, it all might come crashing down around him. ~ ~ ~ Deatra, for her part, didn't really know anything of Allen's lapse. She merely had her suspicions. She had always been prudish, and while she had enjoyed the unaccustomed attention she received from her first-ever male suitor, and while Allen never pushed her to do anything she wasn't ready for during their courtship, she really wasn't very interested in the physical aspects of love beyond the sort of superficial curiosity anybody would have about something they'd never experienced. Consequently, the couple never engaged in sex before marriage, and Dee even felt "dirty" about the necking they did do. Even after they were wed, and Allen's libido proved to be as robust as she had dourly anticipated, she tended to keep him at arm's length. Having experienced the rudiments of sex, she found that while she didn't dislike them, she didn't have more than a passing need for them, either. And she found the more adventuresome aspects in which her husband had expressed a plaintive interest in trying together - namely, oral sex - frankly disgusting. She didn't even like touching his penis with her fingers, or having him touch her vaginal opening with his, and always rushed to wash her hands and her private area as quickly as she could afterwards. As the years went by, Deatra fell into a rut of seeing Allen's sexual appetite for her as an imposition, as drudgery, as a pain in the twat that would never go away. And so she minimized their intimacy as much as she could, almost unconsciously, and made no pretense of enjoying more than the occasional one of the interludes that they did share together. It was a rut, but a most comfortable one, especially as, after a while, it had had its desired effect - Allen hardly ever tried to initiate sex with her, but accepted what crumbs she deigned to ration out to him. And then had come that Thursday night three weeks ago, and Allen's pent-up anger and frustration unleashed. She had never seen him like that - as mild-manneredness goes, her husband would have made Clark Kent seem like a raging maniac - and coming when it did right before he and the kids left town for the weekend, it had a magnified effect on her. So on Saturday night she had called Allen's parents' house where he and the kids were staying to apologize and promise to make things up to him, only to be told by his mother that he had called to say he'd be out late with some of his old high school friends. And she knew that one of his high school friends was also his old flame, Jill Miller. But…no. Allen, HER Allen, slip it to another woman? Sure, if he'd had his way the past fifteen years he'd have pumped her full of enough cum to float a battleship, but he'd never had a roving eye; his fidelity was positively stodgy. But then…Jill was the first love of his life, and while he hadn't gone into extensive detail, Dee did know that he had given his virginity to her in shockingly steamy fashion. And his marital sex life had been anything but satisfying for him of late. Her initial flash of natural instinct - to angrily confront him about where he'd been Saturday night - was quickly swept away by a guilt of her own over her lack of trust in Allen despite his never giving her a reason to doubt his faithfulness, and soul-searching over whether she might have driven him to "graze in another pasture" if he had cheated. Conflicted, pensive, and fearful, Deatra dug out their old "marriage manuals" and began re-reading what the authors had to say about what made for a happy, healthy matrimonial love life. And a resolve began building in her heart that it wasn't what Allen had or hadn't done that weekend, but what they were going to do together henceforth that was going to matter. Thus were Mrs. Grosserhaun's plans laid, and for the first time she could ever remember, her desire kindled, for hubby's return. ~ ~ ~ As exhilarating as the past three weeks had been for Allen, they had been even more so for Deatra. She had been surprised to find that she didn't feel dirty when she'd shaved off her pubic hair, or read up on the techniques for performing fellatio, or did the stretching exercises meant to make her more limber for more acrobatic intercourse positions - instead, she'd felt liberated. As though for the first time in her life she fully understood that she could not only be her husband's "early morning angel" AND his "midnight fantasy," but that she could enjoy it as much as he would. Especially the fact of the satisfaction it would give her to give her husband as much pleasure as he could tolerate. It had been like the honeymoon they had never had, and it didn't matter that they weren't in Hawaii or some other exotic location. So engrossed in each other were they that they could have been on the Moon and they'd have scarcely noticed. Thus did she find herself where she now was, head bobbing slowly up and down Allen's shaft and loving every minute of it. When she saw him look up at the ceiling skylight and then back down again, she looked up into his eyes with her mouth around the head of his cock and, as if a current had just flowed between them, abruptly sucked the whole length of it into her throat. Allen almost lurched out of the hot tub. "Oh, God, if you keep that up I'll drown you for sure," he gasped. Lazily massaging his manhood, Dee slowly relented with a look on her face like a tigress in heat. No words were necessary. In one fluid motion, Allen scooped his wife into his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her tenderly on her back, Allen wasted no time sliding his length into Dee's sopping sex. Leaning over her, his lips and tongue found hers, and he began a steady rhythm that soon had her breathless gasps and small cries escaping their fevered lip-lock. Grabbing her calves and forcing her feet back on either side of her head, Allen began pistoning in and out of her, flesh slapping together frantically, their mutual moaning and keening competing with the bouncing bedsprings for decibelic supremacy. Then, at the penultimate moment, Allen bent down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Deatra shrieked, climaxing convulsively, and that sent Allen over the edge, causing him to grunt, almost growl, gutturally. Collapsing on top of her, Allen rolled Deatra over on top of him, and the two embraced each other fiercely, as if afraid that if they let go, it would all go away, like a dream that had never been. To Allen, the scene was all too reminiscent of his reunion tryst with Jill, a memory he wished he could will away forever, but which he knew he never would. To Dee, it was her defensive shield against any temptation that may ever come her beloved's way. And so, his cock still buried deep inside her, Allen and Deatra fell asleep. Nine months later, Hannah Megan Grosserhaun was born. ~ ~ ~ As was, in a hospital not all that far away, James Dennis Miller. There had never been any question in Jill's mind about having this baby. He had been conceived in love and by the man she had always loved. And since she knew she could never truly have Allen Grosserhaun, she cherished all the more the little piece of himself that he had given her. Nor was their any question in her mind about contacting Allen or trying to get child support out of him. Aside from the fact that she didn't need any financial help, she had meant what she had told him on their night together - she loved him so much that she was willing to let him go, no strings attached, after having him one more time. And, truth be told, she had known what she was doing by taking no contraceptive measures beforehand. She hadn't set out to seduce him, but she had been open to the possibility of making love to him. And when her emotions over her failed marriage to Mike Penny and the reasons behind it had overwhelmed her with such unexpected power, and Allen had been there to comfort her, one thing led to another, and they'd ended up in each other arms. Thus, when Jill's OB/GYN informed her that she was expecting, it was a shock, but a pleasant one. Now she would have a lifelong connection to Allen after all. And it was maybe also, she thought, an omen - all that fruitless trying with Mike came to nothing, but only one time with Allen, and bammo! Basketball belly city. Almost as if Allen had been her one and only shot at happiness, and no other man would ever suffice. So Jill "took herself off the market." While she knew that a boy needs a father, she also was deathly afraid of another failed marriage and what it would do to her son. Plus, she knew that it would be foolhardy to seek another mate solely for James' benefit; nobody knew better than she that a marriage's best chance for success was when the principals were husband and wife first and parents second. And, pragmatically, she knew that the number of men who wouldn't be dissuaded by a single mother constituted a clear minority of the dating marketplace. In short, while she wouldn't turn away new love if it came to her, she wasn't going to actively seek it out. Instead, she devoted herself to her bouncing baby boy. ~ ~ ~ The cafeteria of the Student Union was bustling with activity. "Hey, dude, look at the cafeteria today - it's bustling with activity, man." JD rolled his eyes. Albert Bennish, Jr., was just like his old man - a surfer dude wannabe with an almost telepathic talent for reading your thoughts and then redundantly restating them. Hanging around with him was the next best thing to owning a pet parakeet. "I know, Bennish. Isn't it always?" "No, man - ever come here at night, after it closes? It's a lot quieter - until a different kind of bustling gets started--" "Never mind. Hell, why do you bother with that empty boasting? You know as well as I do that you're still in the "V" club right along with the rest of us. And so does everybody else every time you try to put over otherwise." Always a good-natured sort, Bennish didn't take offense at that. Heck, he probably was psychologically incapable of it. "Whatever, dude. But scope out the big cock chick - I think she's putting the peepers to your package, man." "Knock it off, Bennish. It's not her fault her surname transliterates that way. And she isn't staring at my crotch," Jim said with exaggerated dignity, "She's just coming over to have lunch with me." Bennish just looked back at him, stoner-like. "With…me. As in, not…with…us." JD waited a few more beats for the message to reach the center of his roommate's cerebellum. "Oh, right, dude. I'll catch ya later." Seeing another friend - to Bennish, there wasn't a bipedal life form on the planet who wasn't his friend - he called out, "Hey, dudette, wanna come back here tonight…?" Looking after him, Hannah shook her head, chuckling. "Tell me you didn't have a choice of dorm roommates, JD. PLEASE tell me you didn't." "Oh, Bennish isn't so bad, Han. Half the time he's never in the room, so I don't lose too many brain cells from such limited exposure," JD said, grinning to indicate that he was just kidding. "Besides, he's the most easy-going person I've ever met. Do you know how many assholes there are out there? I consider myself lucky." "Well, being a GDI, I wouldn't know," Hannah replied sweetly. "Of course, If they'd make the dorms co-ed, I wouldn't live off-campus, you know." "Yeah, I know," JD replied ruefully. Here she was again, subtly putting the make on him. Or at least he thought she was; she was very coy about it, never speaking in anything more than vague, generalized entendres. Still, it made him uncomfortable; he was old-fashioned about such things, believing that the man should be the pursuer, not the woman. And he wasn't sure he wanted to pursue her, at least not yet. Not that she would be difficult to run down if he did. "I've got some biology homework that I could use your help with," she continued with a wink. "Wanna come over to my place tonight to compare notes?" Cringing inwardly, he suddenly wished his whole life would go away. "No, thanks, Han, I've got some other things to do. Can I take a rain check?" "Sure, JD," Hannah replied, subdued by the troubledness she perceived behind his brush-off. "I'll see you around, okay?" But JD just sat there, the remainder of his lunch all but forgotten, staring off into space at not even he really knew what. ~ ~ ~ Up until Christmas Break, JD Relleum's life had been as ordinary as anybody else's. Grew up in a normal nuclear family, with a mom, a dad, and a bossy older sister. Did well in school, became adept at the clarinet and the saxophone, developed a dream of one day becoming a pilot. His high school marks had gotten him into the top public university in the state, and he'd finished his first semester without incident. He'd adjusted well to college life, made friends, and even a girlfriend, Hannah, if and when he decided to take her up on the offer. When Hannah Met Jim They had met in freshman English, and he'd been knocked loopy by her long, tawny locks and matching slender figure. But he'd also been taught almost from the cradle to take relationships slowly, one step at a time, and thus he thought they should become friends, get to know each other as people first, before getting "involved," if indeed that was ever to be. Hannah, by contrast, had been raised with a zest for life that dovetailed perfectly with her outgoing, effervescent personality. Her parents, despite being older than that of the bulk of her contemporaries, were so much in love and enjoyed being with each other so much that she just knew that that was the sort of relationship she wanted when the time came. And she didn't see any reason why the time didn't have to be now. She didn't need ESP to know when a boy was checking her out, especially one that let her approach him first. So when she met JD Relleum, and he turned out to be a very nice guy, she figured, "Jackpot!" But she had to admit that she was becoming a bit frustrated. JD was letting her only so close and no closer, despite the lengthening of their relationship. And it had gotten worse since he'd gotten back from the Christmas holiday. Being the Gordian knot-cutter that she was, Hannah decided to try and draw him out and to her at the same time - whether he was ready or not. ~ ~ ~ That Saturday, JD was startled from another reverie by a knock on his door. Since Bennish was out, as usual, and had a key to the room, there was only one person it could be. "C'mon in, dudette, the door is unlocked," JD drawled in his best Bennish impression, hoping she'd think he wasn't in. No such luck. "I think you'd better stick to piloting, Jimbo" Hannah giggled as she entered the room, "Impressions just aren't your bag." "Look, Han, I don't want to be rude, but--" "You're going to be rude anyway? Well, why not do it in person, since it's just as rude to avoid your friends, especially when you're in such clear need of one at the moment." JD opened his mouth, then closed it. Then repeated the process. "Damn, you do have a way of getting right to the point, don't you?" "I believe in grabbing the bull by the horns," she shrugged. "And you've got to know that I'm almost always horny," she added with a suggestive eyebrow waggle. Jim groaned in spite of himself. Despite her ribald chatter, he could tell that she had puzzled out that something serious was bothering him and had come to be of help in any way that she could. Having been read like an open book, what had he to lose by becoming a talking book as well? "Okay, you got me. Pull up a stump and lend an ear." Hannah, sobering, sat down without a word. "It's about…well, something I found out when I was home at Christmas." She beckoned him to continue after he lapsed into silence again. JD looked up at the ceiling, seeming to gather his thoughts. "Did you ever imagine what it would be like to grow up believing that your whole life was one way, and then once you grow up you learn that it's completely something else?" "No, I can't say that I have," Hannah replied deliberately. "But then that's not the sort of thing most people think about. I would imagine a person only thinks about something like that when they're confronted with it. Why, what did you find out?" "My dad," JD replied with a sigh that wasn't quite a sob, "isn't my dad." "Huh?" "The man that I've always known as my father, Glen Relleum, isn't my biological father. Not that that changes his place in my life," JD continued with sudden vehemence. "Or that the shitass scumbag who did beget me and then never gave a fuck to even stick around does deserve a place." "Wait a minute, Jim. Who told this to you?" "My mom. Who the hell do you think it was?" "Well, did she actually tell you that your biological father skipped out on her?" Startled by her insight, JD lapsed into another silence. "Well, no, not in so many words. But then she never really said anything about him, and she had such a sadness about her when she was telling me that I just assumed that the prick just took her and then ducked out when I came along. And," he added, looking down at his feet, "I guess I was so stunned and, well, hurt, that I didn't give my mother a chance to finish." "I'm sorry, Jim, I'm not trying to tell you how to feel about this," Hannah assured him, "but maybe you should try to get the whole story before you start jumping to conclusions." JD didn't know what had surprised him more - that Hannah had just revealed a whole new side of her character to him, one of admirable compassion and depth, or his immediate emotional reaction to it, which prompted what he was to say next. "Um, this may sound awfully forward, or at least it does to me, but…would you come with me? I could use the, um, moral support." Leaning in suddenly with a quick but tender kiss on the lips, Hannah whispered in his ear, "Try and stop me." ~ ~ ~ "I KNEW telling JD the truth was a mistake. I just KNEW this would happen!" Glen just sat on the other side of the kitchen table facing her and continued to regard her with his steady gaze, patiently waiting for the current emotional squall to exhaust itself. "Damn it, how can you just SIT there and stare at me?! Don't you have ANY compassion? For God's sake, it was YOUR IDEA!! And now I may have lost my only son for good. Have you NOTHING to say about that?!" Jill's husband remained silent. Sardonically, her eyes darted to either side of his graying temples to check his ears for points. "You know the answer to that question, Jill. We talked about it beforehand, remember? JD is a grown man - his tuition bills not withstanding," Glen added with a wry smile. "He deserved to know the truth about his parentage. And we knew it wouldn't be an easy thing for him to accept - it would be difficult for anybody. But it's a truth he has to come to grips with, and one it would have been wrong to deny him. It's part of who he is." Jill sighed gustily. "I know, I know. You always do have to be right about things, don't you? Can't you ever rub my nose in it so I can get mad at you instead of making me feel as though every day is one spent under your learning tree?" "Education has never been so much fun," Glen replied in his quiet but playful way, leaning into her for a quick kiss. All he got was her cheek. "I guess I knew that all along, but just buried the prospect of ever actually facing it. I mean, it's my fault, after all; he's having to cope with the consequences of my decisions. What if he never forgives me?" Jill wondered, starting to choke up again. "He will, hon," Glen replied, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace. "Trust me." ~ ~ ~ Jill had met Glen Relleum at an open house, of all things. He had been selling his house, an impressive four-bedroom split-level, and she'd been out for an afternoon stroll with JD, who was all of two at the time. She wasn't in the market for a house, but liked to stop and look around and imagine how she would fix up and decorate each place if she were moving into it. Like "window shopping," it was a harmlessly inexpensive weekend hobby. They had gotten to talking, having discovered a mutual interest in decorating, and she learned that he was recently widowed, and was raising a five year old daughter named Jeanne, which was why he was selling the house. "Don't need the space anymore," he'd said with the quiet sigh that would become emblematic, "and there's just too many memories knocking around in here." Glen's sharing his burden both touched Jill and made her feel a little ashamed about her own circumstances, which she knew were the outcome of her own choices and not fate. "I live in the condo complex in the next block, actually. If you want to talk or listen or just stare at four slightly different walls, here's my number. You and Jeanne are welcome any time." Glen took her up on her offer, and he and Jill began developing a deep friendship. And the novel part of it, especially given Jill's history, was that the idea of romance really never occurred to her. She'd meant what she'd told herself that day in her OB/GYN's office; she cherished the progenic gift Allen Grosserhaun had, unwittingly, given her, and she was leaving behind her days as a "bitch in heat". In so doing, she finally learned and came to appreciate the joys and more lasting satisfaction of a mature relationship. She and Glen never pushed each other in directions they didn't wish to go. They didn't rush things. They simply enjoyed each other's company, and developed a deep caring for each other that transcended the ephemeral nature of physical passion. By this path did they learn so much more about each other, how much they had in common, how they both liked kids and especially each other's offspring, and how much they treasured simply being together. They fell in love without really realizing it was happening, until one day about three years later, as Glen was putting the final touches on a batch of chicken cordon bleu one Sunday evening (he loved to cook, and she loved to eat), he glanced obliquely at Jill, who was curled up on the couch watching Jeanne and JD playing out on his deck, and quipped, "You know, the only drawback of these visits is that you and I have to keep going home at the end of them. What do you think we can do to remedy that state of affairs?" Jill looked up with a "double-take" expression, as though the question flummoxed her -which, in truth, it had. "Oh, I don't mean TONIGHT. But I never could find a buyer for this place, and it's got at least a condo's worth of extra space, and I'm just dying to see how you would decorate it, and, well, there's only one honorable way I know of making all that happen." And then Glen opened a kitchen drawer, digging out a small black box, and walked over in front of the couch, got down on one knee, opened the box, revealed the diamond ring inside, took her hand, and said, "Jill, you've made me, you've made US whole again. And I want to make it permanent. Would you marry me?" To Glen, the expression that bloomed on Jill's face was like a spring sunrise after a pre-morning rain, her joy marked by her ear-to-ear smile and the tears coursing down her cheeks. "Yes, oh, yes," she sobbed softly, throwing her arms around him and thanking God up above for blessing her with another chance at love. ~ ~ ~ JD parked on the street in front of his parents' house. Now that they were here, he felt too unsettled to even park in the driveway. Such was his restlessness that he wasn't even sure of all its causes. And besides, he was still distracted by the dried cum residue on the speedometer. "Well, um , we're here," he intoned extraneously, uncomfortable with any length of silence since the rest stop. Running her hand over JD's right thigh, Hannah leaned over and breathily whispered in his ear, "It was definitely worth the trip." Then, straightening up with a wink, she continued in a more normal tone, "Come on, I can't wait to meet your folks - almost as much as I can't wait for you to meet mine." Seeing his hesitancy, she kissed him softly on the cheek. "It'll work out fine. You'll see." As he was walking up the front sidewalk, JD felt like a novice rafter being swept down a rock-strewn river canyon - completely out of control. First the emotional turmoil over being told that his dad really wasn't his dad, and now the relationship that he had held comfortably at arm's length suddenly wrenched to a level he couldn't deny wanting, but for which he still wasn't sure he was ready. Asking Hannah to come with him to lend moral support had been an impulse he hadn't known he was going to blurt out even a second before he did. He knew she was a flirt, but the concern and compassion she'd shown him made him feel like maybe she really did care about him as a friend, and that maybe there was something special they could build together. But the feelings swirling around inside him were all so new, so seemingly conflicting, and oh man he just didn't know how to reconcile them or even get his mind around it all. He was, in a word, vulnerable. And that was something he definitely did not like. What he couldn't sort out was whether Hannah had taken advantage of it or whether she'd given him just what he had most needed. They'd made mostly small talk on the way from University to JD's hometown, which he learned was only fifteen miles or so from where Hannah had grown up. But small talk is, well, small, and doesn't last for long, even when you have a lot in common. After the first sustained awkward silence - JD found it awkward, anyway - Hannah asked him about his love life. "What love life?" Jim replied with a crooked smile and a lopsided shrug. "Well, I'm just curious if you're seeing anyone, or just playing the field." JD shook his head. "I don't know whether to lie and brag or tell you to mind your own business." Hannah looked back impishly. "Wouldn't matter - I could figure out the truth either way." "And why, " he replied with scraped-together dignity, "do you wish to possess this classified information?" "Because," she continued softly, "if it is unoccupied, I'd like to interview for the job." Jim started to turn and gape at Hannah until he realized that he was still on the freeway and was bounded on either side by a semi and the median ditch. Hastily seeing a rest stop sign up ahead, he took the next exit and parked the car in order to give this spitfire of a woman his undivided attention. "Surprised?" Hannah deadpanned. "Well, I, well" Jim stammered. Stopping to collect himself, he began again, "No, I guess I'm not. After all, now that I come to think about it, I am taking you home to meet my parents. I guess I can be as oblivious as…well, as they were when they were courting. Which my mom is certain to explain in enthusiastic detail, if my brother's experience was any indication," he added with a chuckle. "His taste must be as good as mine," Hannah cooed. "Did Jeanne take as long to take the hint as you did? I've only spent the last six months dropping hints the size of piano casings." "I know, I know," Jim grinned ruefully. "I guess I've known all along, but, well, I was raised to not rush into relationships, to be patient and give them time to develop so that when I met 'Miss Right,' there'd be no doubt about it. And I suppose the net effect of THAT was to make me passive in the realm of romance," rolling his "r"s as he enunciated them. "And then when I really needed a friend, you were there for me instead of Bennish. Which was a relief, since you're a MUCH better kisser." Caught unaware by an aridly dry sense of humor she hadn't expected, Hannah emitted a bray of laughter, which JD smothered with a kiss. As Hannah opened her mouth and sent her tongue searching after his, the temperature in the car seemed to start shooting up as though somebody had built a bonfire in the back seat. "Um, Han, before we go any further this is kind of an unsecluded spot for ," he breathed as she ran her fingernails over his burgeoning cock through his jeans, "for this-" "Don't worry ," his left hand finding her right breast, "the parking lot is empty and if somebody does drive up we'll give 'em the best show two virgins ever performed." "Huh?" JD said, drawing back in astonishment, causing Hannah to start giggling again. "What's the matter-" "is there no room for virginity in your philosophy, Horatio?" JD finished with her. He'd read Stephen King, too. And like Harold Lauder, he scrunched down in the seat in order to raise his hips while Hannah undid his button and fly and lowered his trousers and briefs. Jim didn't know how big his cock was in the grand phallic pantheon, but it had never felt as huge as this. Fortunately, Hannah didn't have any difficulty getting her moistened fingers around it, slowly stroking as she found his lips again with her own. Fumblingly unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking her bra, his hands found her breasts and made a beeline for her nipples, one hand alternating while the other drifted down to gain access to her hidden treasures. Soon he had two fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping pussy in rhythm to her up and down motion on his dick. Their breathing accelerating in tandem, JD almost pleaded, "Oh, I'm never gonna last, could we go in the back seat?" Before Hannah could answer, Jim's thumb skidded over her clit, and she came with a shriek that she muffled into his mouth. Then in one fluid motion she leaned over and sucked the length of his shaft into her mouth. A few moments of bobbing and Jim's accompanying groans and she withdrew and, pumping rapidly, sent a geyser of his cum shooting clear over the steering wheel and the dashboard to splatter against the impenetrably fogged windshield. When the semenal typhoon finally abated, JD looked over at Hannah with a drained, dazed expression. "Is that," he murmured, "what they call 'outercourse'? Because if it is, intercourse might just give me a heart condition." "C'mon, Bucko," Hannah grinned, "I think we've had enough 'rest' for now." ~ ~ ~ The doorbell sounded, interrupting an AMC replaying of "French Kiss" that Jill and Glen had been watching. They both, as with many other things, liked romantic films, and especially ones that bore resemblances to their own personal history. Besides, Glen smelled a LOT better than Kevin Kline. Opening the door, Glen saw his son standing on his front stoop, clearly trying to put together a coherent introduction of the strawberry blonde beauty that was attached to his right arm. "Come on in, son - and whatever happened in the past, I still consider you to be my son," Glen admonished, drawing JD into a bear hug. "Hi, dad," JD managed, returning his father's embrace. Drawing back, he gestured to his lady companion and said, "Dad, I'd-" "No, wait a minute, let's not have to do this twice," Glen interrupted, beckoning them into the house. "Honey, there's a surprise waiting for you, and it isn't gift-wrapped," he called into the living room. "JD!" Jill cried, racing into the front hallway and embracing her son. "I’m so glad you came back. I thought-" "No, mom, I'm the one who owes you an apology," Jim broke in. "First of all I was rude in not letting you finish what you had to tell me. And second, I was wrong to get so upset and run out on you like that. I know it was as tough a thing for you to say as it was for me to hear. And I know that you were only telling me the truth, and were taking a big emotional risk to do so. And look how I repaid your love and respect. I'm sorry, mom." For the moment Jill was weeping too much to do anything except hold her baby boy as tight as she could. Then she banked the tears enough to sniffle, "I love you, Jim. And I'd never do anything to willingly hurt you." "I know, mom. And you don't owe me any further explanation. Whatever happened in the past, it made you my mother and made dad my father, and I couldn't ask for any more than that." All of a sudden noticing Hannah in his peripheral vision, where she was dutifully "standing by her man" and leaking a bit from the eyes herself, JD stepped back and, putting his arm around her, announced, "Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet my," he hesitated for a second, "girlfriend, Hannah Grosserhaun." Dabbing her nose with a Kleenex, Jill asked, "I'm sorry, dear, I guess squirting all my tears out my eyes makes my ears go deaf. What was your last name again?" "That's okay, Mr. and Mrs. Relleum, just about everybody butchers it the first time," Hannah said. "My name is Hannah Grosserhaun. I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance." When Hannah Met Jim Fighting down a double take, Glen glanced worriedly over at Jill, who suddenly wasn't where she had been a moment ago. Rather, she was several feet lower, and quite horizontal. Jill had fainted. ~ ~ ~ "Oh, God, oh God, yes, that's it, yes, yes, yes YESSSSSS!" Deatra was draped over the kitchen table top, ass in the air, where Allen's hard member was surging merrily in and out of her anus. Flesh smacking wildly, he couldn't help thinking a number of things - who needed power walking when you had power fucking; empty nest syndrome just gave you more room to do it in; and senior citizen sex was even more fun because jam really did shake like the jelly of yesteryear. Just as his climax was barreling down the runway, the phone rang. Allen ignored it. Shooting his wad gushingly into his wife's rectum, he mentally recited one of his favorite adages: "What else is voicemail for?" After Dee repaired down the hallway to shower off, and Allen made a mental note to keep the balling rolling momentarily, he picked up the phone to see if the caller had left a message. "Hello, Mr. Grosserhaun, my name is Glen Relleum. You don't know me, but I believe you do know my wife, Jill. I'm sorry to have to approach you like this, but there's something that we urgently need to discuss, and it can't be on the phone." "Oh my God," Allen said aloud to himself, remembering his one and only fall off the fidelity wagon. It's finally caught up to me. And whatever this is, it can't be good, as his mind was already putting together some horrible possibilities. Sticking his head in the bathroom door, Allen called over the running of the shower, "Dee, I think we need some milk. Do you mind if I run out and get some? Maybe give you a chance to curl up on the couch with a good book?" "A BOOK?" Dee called back playfully. "That's what OLD people do." How well Allen knew it. "Why don't you come in and "wash my back'?" "When I'm back with the milk," Allen repeated. "That's how we guys reload." Deatra squirted him over the top of the shower curtain. ~ ~ ~ The Shari's restaurant parking lot wasn't exactly overflowing when Allen arrived, which wasn't unusual, he thought, since it was, after all, a nondescript Saturday afternoon. Whatever anxiety he had at finding Mr. Relleum, since, after all, he didn't even know what the man looked like, evaporated when he saw a fiftysomething man not a whole lot different in appearance from himself sitting in the "waiting to be seated" area. Unfortunately, that was by far the smallest anxiety on his plate at the moment. Seeing him, the man rose and greeted him formally, "Mr. Grosserhaun? Glen Relleum. Pleased to meet you." "Likewise, I’m sure," Allen replied, shaking the proffered hand while inwardly chiding himself - of course Jill would have told him who to look for. What, did I think she'd gone senile? After they'd been seated and each ordered a slice of pie, Glen got straight to business. "Jill has, you know, told me of her history with you." "No doubt," Allen replied, not particularly enamored with the comment but not reasonably able to take offense at it either. Apparently reading Allen's expression, Glen added, "Please don't take this the wrong way, Mr. Grosserhaun-" "Please, call me Allen. It'll save you a sprained tongue." "Many thanks," Glen said. "My purpose here isn't to pass judgment on you - as Dr. McCoy might have said, I'm an economist, not a trial lawyer," which drew an amused snort from Allen. "But I don't think you are aware of what happened since you and Jill were last together," Glen continued. "She had my baby." It was a statement, not a question, but at Glen's unspoken query, Allen added, "No, I didn't know, but I can do social arithmetic as well as the next person. What I can't figure out is why I'm sitting across from you now versus sitting across from Jill or an attorney years ago." "As she recounted the episode to me, she promised you that your…romantic interlude would be a singular occasion, with no strings attached." "Yes, I remember that, Mr. Rel - Glen," Allen retorted a tad more curtly than he intended. "That night was a vulnerable one for both of us. I had just had a fight with my wife, and Jill's marriage - her FIRST marriage, I guess - had ended not too long before. She was still distraught about it, and it looked like she needed a friend. As it unfolded," he went on after an awkward pause, "she ended up needing a bit more." The waiter chose that moment to arrive with their pie. Allen resumed before Glen could derail his train of thought. "I guess I did, too. It was strange - I didn't have any intention of ending up in bed with Jill that night, and I don’t think she did, either. And no, I don't think that she was dazzled by the overpowering aura of my manly studmuffiness," he said, grinning ruefully, "It just…ended up that way." "And you parted ways and never saw her again." Abashed and increasingly exasperated, perhaps fueled by the long-buried guilt, Allen launched. "Look, GLEN, I make no pretense of being proud of what I did twenty years ago. And yes, I have wondered from time to time how Jill was doing, or even if there was any consequence from our 'little slip'. But I took her at her word. Besides which, how would it have been redemptive for me to turn one night of infidelity into an ongoing illicit affair? Even if we hadn't gone to bed again? Besides which, Jill never contacted me, and I had no 'desire' to flush MY marriage the way her first husband did hers." Clearing his throat while Allen stopped to breathe, Glen said quietly, "Allen, remember, I said I didn't come here to judge you. Nor am I here to be your father confessor. Jill did indeed keep her promise to you, and in fact was joyful for having had your child. A son, by the way," he added, seeing a wistful expression pass over Allen's features. "She and I met about two years later, after my first wife passed away." Allen's momentary ire deflated. "I'm sorry." "That's quite alright. Or rather, Jill helped make it alright. Three years after that we were married. JD - that's short for James Dennis - was the ring bearer at our wedding, while my daughter, Jeanne, was the flower girl. I adopted James and Jill adopted Jeanne, and we somehow formed a family. Just like the Bradys, only smaller." Allen chuckled. "I sense the other shoe about to drop." "Just like Damocles' sword? Well, not just yet." Glen replied "You see, I am the only father JD has ever known - or had ever known until about a month ago." "Glen, you ARE his father. I wouldn't have any right to infringe upon that." "Glad to hear it. JD felt the same way, so much so that Jill never really had a chance to tell him the whole story before he became extremely agitated and abruptly left." Allen cringed at that - to his credit, Glen thought. "The good news is, he showed up on our doorstep yesterday after a day-long drive from University and apologized to his mother." "Yes…" Allen prompted, as Glen apparently had been waiting for another flash of intuition. "The bad news is…" Glen paused, as if trying to gird himself, "he showed up with his new girlfriend." Allen waited a few beats, nonplussed, until the probable reason for Glen's reluctance began to dawn on him like a storm cloud passing over the noonday sun. The feeling was not unlike the one he'd experienced the first time he'd been fired from a job. In the movies it was depicted as receding rapidly backwards through a dark tunnel while the object of your vision somehow remained the same size, as though receding with you. Allen wished he'd put on his deodorant. "Hannah." "Yes." "Do they know?" "No. After the way JD reacted to just the revelation that I wasn't his biological father, and how Jill passed out when she heard Hannah's surname, I didn't deem it wise to divulge that information. Not yet, anyway. That's why I wanted to meet with you first." "You're a sharp man, Glen. A lot of politicians could take a lesson from such discretion." Allen ran a hand over his face and hair, his pie forgotten. Stunned as he was at this turn of events, he was unable to see how this could be contained. How could it be? It had obviously gone way beyond him and Jill in a hotel room two decades ago. Even if it could still be contained, it wouldn't be right. Or, in other words, the piper had finally come to collect. ~ ~ ~ Deatra stared out the kitchen window, arms wrapped around herself. "So. My fears weren't groundless after all." Her calm was almost preternatural, which was surprising to Allen only in the sense that he really hadn't had any handle on just how his wife would react to this news. Though he suspected that their unstoppable twenty-year honeymoon was now a thing of the past. "I wondered, you know. Did you think I didn't? Oh, I didn't KNOW, but I did wonder. Did your mother ever tell you that I called there that Saturday night to apologize for the fight we had? And then she tells me that you're 'out with some of your high school friends.' I figured I was just imagining things. 'My Allen, have an affair? It can't be.' Then I thought that Jill would probably be there, and you had the romp for the ages with her in college, and you hadn't been getting what you wanted from me…but no, that's just not you. Wouldn't do that. Impossible." "And now you tell me that you did, and lied about it, and kept this from me for all these years I've been giving myself to you like a three-dollar whore, and that you sired a son off her, and now this son has the hots for my little girl, and if they 'have a little slip,' I could end up with a half-grandchild with two heads. Have I left anything out?" "You've grasped the immediate predicament, yes," Allen replied, too chastened to be indignant. "As to the rest, I plead guilty, but with two questions I need you to answer candidly: Was the lover you've been to me the past twenty years the product of love, or fear? And would you really have preferred to know that I had been unfaithful?" Deatra still didn't look up at him. "Yes, fear was the motivation at first. I didn't want to believe that you had betrayed me, but I didn't want to take the chance that you might betray me in the future. So I did what you had always wanted. I sucked your cock. I let you lick my pussy - I even SHAVED the damn thing for you. I even took it up the ass. Only after a while I found that I liked it. I found out what I had been missing. Was that love? I don't know. Maybe it was lust. But at least I saved it all for you." Accepting his wife's rebuke, Allen prompted gently, "And my second question?" Dee turned her back on him. "What does it matter? I know now. So it would have been better to know then. At least then I - WE - would have been forewarned, and our baby wouldn't be in an unwitting "hillbilly romance." "And it's up to me to tell her." "Damn right, it is. By rights you should be the one to tell both of them. You AND Jill. The Perfect Stealth Couple." "Dee-" "That's 'Deatra,' thank you. And no, I won't have the locks changed while you're gone. I'm not going to make any kind of decision right now until I can sort through this for myself. Nor am I going to make any promises." "But what I was trying to protect our marriage from slammed into it before I even knew it was there. The damage is done. And the good times won't be rolling anymore." Deatra left Allen standing in the kitchen, alone, feeling that it was pretty much as bad as he had feared it would be. It was, he reflected, somehow appropriate that he was the one with tears running down his cheeks. Particularly since he now had to go and break his daughter's heart as he had his wife's. ~ ~ ~ Hannah knocked on JD's dorm room door. Hearing no answer, she tried the knob and found it unlocked. Jim was lying on his bed, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. "Hi." Looking over at her after a few moments, Jim listlessly answered, "Hi…Sis." Ignoring his gloomy demeanor, Hannah forged ahead. "Where's Bennish?" "The campus hospital, I guess. I didn't think I had punched him that hard, but I guess I didn't know my own strength." "You ATTACKED your roommate?!" "No, not really. I've just had so many shitstorms dropped on me lately, I wanted to see what it felt like to be on the other end of the emotional shock treatment." "JD, how are you feeling?" "How am I feeling? How am I feeling? How are YOU feeling? Since you're in the same boat I am, maybe you can tell me how I should feel about this. Frankly, I have no fucking idea." Hannah took a deep breath, then let it out. "Okay, fair enough. This time I'll talk and you can listen." Jim just went back to staring at the ceiling. :"My dad told me…everything. With the bark on, and with no excuses. How he and your mom become…involved-" "Fucked, in other words." "-and how she told him it was one last fling, and how she discovered she was carrying you and resolved to raise you on her own, and then met your dad. But he also told me how guilty he had felt, and then how my mother changed, and how it changed him, and how it transformed their marriage, and how I came from that. And how both of us, you and I, were the products of genuine, heartfelt, deep-seeded love." "Your…our…father can really shovel with both hands, can't he?" "That's not fair, Jim. He made a mistake and he's had to admit it. He told my mother before he did me, and I really don't know what it's going to do to their marriage." JD snorted. "Sure, he admitted it after he got caught. All the rest is damage control." "Goddamn it, Jim, I already said he made a mistake - more than one. But are YOUR parents drifting toward separation or worse? Besides, HE DIDN'T KNOW about you. And that's because YOUR mother never told him!" Jim looked over at her. "Well, now, that's better. Misery DOES love company, after all. And it's good to see that you can be something other than raunchily glib." Sitting up, he held up both hands to forestall her eruption. "You're right, Han, you're right. 'Mr. Grosserhaun' and my mother did collaborate on this conspiracy of silence. And I guess I'm as estranged from my mother as your mom is from your dad. Ironic that it gives your mom and I something in common. Maybe I can ask her out and we can compare notes." Hannah took a swing at him, but he caught her hand and held it tightly in his own. "Passion as well. REAL, HONEST passion, and not all that perky come-on garbage. Excellent." Crushing her to him, JD kissed Hannah deeply. Her eyes widening, she struggled to break free of his grip. "What the FUCK is your problem?!" "Oh, you wanna know, do you? Okay, here it is: I'm in love with my half-sister, that's what. Anything else you'd like to know?" Hannah's eyes remained wide, and for once she was at a loss for words. "Okay, I'll drop the self-pitying asshole routine. That's the truth - I love you. I don't know if it was the interest you showed in me the last six months or the compassion you showed to me when I first found out about my parentage or the 'romantic interlude' at that rest stop or the pride I felt when I introduced you to my folks. Probably it was all of it. But I realized that I love you. And finding out that we share a parent hasn't changed it. If we had known that all along it wouldn't have happened, but we didn't and it did and…I don't want anything about us to change." "Jim…I don't know what to say. I love you too, but…how can we? It's against the law, our parents would never approve, we couldn't risk having kids-" "The law doesn't need to know, Han. We have different last names - who would know? As for kids, we could adopt them. And as for our parents, it's their fault that all this happened - you could even say that they brought us together." "Hold on a minute, JD - aren't we getting ahead of ourselves? We just became a couple a few days ago, and now we're talking marriage?" Jim kissed Hannah again, his tongue parting her lips and taking her breath away. Pulling back, Hannah repeated, "Jim, answer me, are you asking me to marry you?" But that just gave him access to her blouse, which he hurriedly unbuttoned, finding a shapely bosom and erect nipples awaiting his attention. "Jim, please," she pleaded in a half-moan. Running his tongue inside her ear, he whispered, "Let's elope." "Oh, GOD, yes!" Hannah surrendered, dropping to her knees as he pulled out his stiff penis. And then he made her his wife. ~ ~ ~ A lunar evening. Well, okay, that was just a convenient fiction designed to lend a human context to an unearthly environment, since the Moon's "day" was a month long. At Allen's age, he had long since stopped caring about such distinctions, or anything else, for that matter. Emigrating to the lunar colony had, of course, extended his life. That's what the doctors had recommended to him after the second "cardiac episode," as they euphemized heart attacks these days. And even that had been over twenty years ago. The price for the boon of one-sixth gravity was that he could never return to the world he had known. But then, there hadn't been anything left for him there anyway. So paradoxical, he thought, to pay for the worst mistake of his life by being condemned to live with the memory of all its consequences. He'd stopped trying to determine whom he had hurt more with that "one last fling," just as he'd stopped flagellating himself over it. Not because he had forgiven himself, but because he had finally reached the point of being numb. Whereas someone else might have gone mad with the grief or committed suicide, Allen simply became so used to the pain that it became part of his natural emotional mindset. Yet he couldn't forget. He wouldn't allow himself to. Deatra didn't leave him and after a time did forgive his indiscretion. But their marriage never really recovered because, when it came right down to it, they had never truly loved each other in the first place. She had been swept away by Allen's courting, and he had been more in love with the idea of BEING in love, and had been on the recoil from his steamy first time with Jill. They had been committed to each other, and that had kept them together, but there'd been no more than that. She had gone into a long decline, the youthful zest for life they had shared in their middle years extinguished as though it had never been. Deatra died of ovarian cancer ten years later, her passing, Allen would forever be convinced, the catalyst for his move off-planet. His two older children, Elaine and Leonard, kept in touch and even visited him with their families as often as the lunar shuttle service could accommodate, which wasn't often. As for Hannah, he didn't know - she had disappeared not long after he had told her who her beau really was, and when he had found her through the efforts of a private investigator, his son/son told him in no uncertain terms that he had no place in their lives and to leave them alone. Allen had wanted to argue, but he hadn't bothered. He felt responsible. He WAS responsible. He'd killed his wife and lost a daughter and a son he'd never known and never would, all because he couldn't, in his mother's immortal advice when he had first gone off to college, "keep that thing in your pants." So, Allen lived. Or, rather, he existed. He got up in the "morning," wheeled himself down to the facility cafeteria, ate that bland, pasty, colorless sludge they called a breakfast, wheeled himself to exercise class, wheeled himself back to the cafeteria for more sludge, wheeled himself to arts & crafts to tie his arthritic fingers in knots, wheeled himself back to the cafeteria for still more sludge, then went to the observation lounge to sit and stare up at the star-flecked black sky, where the only change was the phase of the Earth. Then he'd go to bed, sleep fitfully, and wake up, indifferent to having reached another "day," and start the whole routine all over again.