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The Troublemaker

By: DG Hear



This is my Holiday entry into the contest. Hope you enjoy it. As always, thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my story a much better read.

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I remember years back when I was a kid. We had all our traditions and the Holidays meant so much. Family and friends were there to enjoy the good times with us. As teenagers they were still fun but a little different. Other than the actual holiday like Thanksgiving or Christmas we wanted to spend more time with our friends.

Eventually we all grow up and meet our mates and start our own traditions. Of course that's the way it's supposed to be. It's still nice to get with family and recount all the good times we had.

Here I am a twenty-six year old man sitting at my old hang out, the local McDonald's, eating my usual Big Mac and fries. Here's how I ended up here today eating dinner.

I come from a large family of three brothers and three sisters. I was in the middle of the pack. In my younger years life was great. I remember all the holidays and the fun we had as a family. We weren't the richest family around but we enjoyed what we had. We lived in a big house on a small farm. We all had chores to do, but we shared just about everything.

As all siblings do, we fought a lot. Just part of growing up. It did make me a pretty tough kid. Even though we fought with each other we protected each other as well. If you messed with one of us, you might find yourself in a world of shit. My brothers usually were able to take care of themselves but I had a tendency to watch out for my sisters. I had one older sister and two younger.

At school I guess I was known as the trouble maker, sort of a hot head. Once you get the title, you never get rid of it. I'd get in a fight at school and then get grounded when I got home. I wasn't a bully but I was a hot head. If someone said anything about my family, they had to pay the price. I still enjoyed my teenage years. I went out with a girl named Beth during my junior and senior year. Her parents didn't much care for me because of what they heard about me being a trouble maker.

I asked her to the prom and she said she couldn't go with me. We weren't in love or anything like that. I just didn't want to be one of those guys who went by himself. I did end up going stag. When I got there I saw Beth with another guy. When she saw me, she nearly freaked out. I went up to her date and cold-cocked him. I hit him a few times till the chaperones pulled me off of him. I looked over at Beth and just gave her a dirty look.

I know what I did was totally wrong but hot headed teenagers do that sort of thing. I paid the price big time. Beth never talked to me again and I got expelled in my senior year. The worst was how much it hurt my mom and dad. They were much too nice people to have a son like me.

I went down to the service enlistment office and asked to join the marines. They accepted me and I left within a month for basic training. I signed up and got my GED which the marines required of me. I then went into learning electrical work. I was sent to Iraq six months later.

I don't give a shit about politics but let me tell you that these people needed help. I bear witness to the killing of women and children. Why would anyone blow up churches and schools full of innocent people?

You may not see it on the news but over the few years I was there in Iraq, we made it a much safer country. I personally helped rebuild schools. The kids were awesome. Living in total poverty, they made a life for themselves and they thanked us daily for helping them. I often wondered why a God would let this happen. Of course I wasn't a religious person but I prayed to God many times to help these people.

One day a woman came up to me and said, "God does answer prayers. He sent you to help us." It brought tears to my eyes.

When my term of enlistment was over I headed back to the states. I went to Michigan and took further electrical training to get a good job. One of my brothers had worked at one of the auto plants and got me a job there. I was now an official electrician working on his journeyman card.

I was from Ohio and I sure missed it. I did go home at Christmas and see my folks and other relatives. I missed my family. I remember that song 'Detroit City'.

"Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City.

By the letters that I write they think I'm fine.

By days I make the cars, and by night I make the bars.

Oh if only they just read between the lines

They'd know I want to go home

I want to go home

Oh how I want to go home"

It's the way I felt. I was just kind of a lonely guy. I spent my nights at the bars. That's how I met Shelly. Of course I've met a number of women, but Shelly and me kind of hit it off. She was a bit flirty but I loved it. I guess the women from my generation were a bit more sexual and outgoing.

After dating Shelly a short time we got hitched. I was just tired of being alone. Shelly worked at an office for a lawyer near the plant. She was married once before and didn't have any kids. She had a miscarriage and was divorced shortly thereafter. According to Shelly the father of the unborn child was only marrying her because of the baby.

Shelly was a bit wild. We got into a number of arguments over her flirting. Of course she told me that men just hit on her and that it wasn't her fault.

We went to see my parents the first Christmas after we were married. My parents tried to act pleasant to her but I could tell they weren't fond of her. No one told me straight out that they didn't like her but my sisters did tell me that I should keep my eye on her. I knew what they meant. I just hoped things would get better. They didn't.

Shelly wanted to get back home for her company's New Year's party. The firm she worked for always threw a big New Years bash. It would be the first time that I had been to it since we just got married earlier that year. We said our goodbyes to my family and headed home.

At the New Years party, Shelly was flirting with every guy she came in contact with. I was really getting pissed. The old me would have knocked a few heads but I was trying to keep calm. I really didn't fit in with this group of people. I did farm work, then a serviceman and now an electrician in a factory.

After midnight I told Shelly that I thought it was time to leave. She got pissed and told me that she wasn't going anywhere. She put up with my family for three days so I could put up with her friends for a few more hours. We argued back and forth until I finally said, "I'm leaving now! With you or without you."

She turned her back on me and I headed out the door. I waited for fifteen minutes hoping she would come out but she never did. I drove home and took out my booze and sat there and got drunk. I hadn't drunk all that much at the party but I was just plain mad.

At four in the morning someone dropped Shelly off at the house. She came in and I was surprised that she wasn't drunker than she was. She started yelling and screaming at me for leaving her. I told her I gave her a choice and she chose her friends over me.

I staggered into the guest bedroom and fell on the bed and went to sleep. The next morning - or should I say - early afternoon, both Shelly and I got up. I didn't tell her anything that I was thinking but I was waiting to hear what she had to say.

"I'm your wife. You should have stayed with me. It was a nice party."

"It was a bunch of men seeing how far they could get with you. How far did you let them go after I left? They sure the hell got pretty far while I was there. I didn't see you stopping any advances."

"For Pete's sake. There was mistletoe and people kiss when they go under it. I was just having a good time," replied Shelly. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Kissing under the mistletoe is one thing, but when you wear it in your hair so you can kiss every guy there is a bit too much. I saw you let enough of them grab your ass during the dances and kissing too. I should have knocked a couple of them on their asses but you were just as much as fault as them."

"I didn't do anything wrong but have a little fun. You could have tried harder but no, my friends aren't good enough for you."

We stopped talking. I was glad when the football game came on so I wouldn't have to listen to her anymore. She ended up leaving and going to her friends. It wasn't exactly the way I wanted to start the new year. I thought we would come home and make love and do the dirty deed over and over again but she had to stay with her so called friends.

The following week I hardly spoke to her. I went to work and even worked extra hours. When I came home she always had some plan to go out with her friends. We slept together but whenever she wanted to cuddle, I turned my back to her. I told her I was there for her on New Years but she preferred to be with her friends.

For the next month life got a little better. We finally made up and went out for Valentine's Day and when we got back I jumped her bones. It'd been a month and a half since we made love. I did it all to her that night. I ate her out, did it doggie style and let her ride me like a bronco buster. I have to admit it was the best sex we had since we got married.

We did it just about every night after that. Finally things seemed to turn around. She stopped going out with her girlfriends and stayed at home with me. We did go out on Saturday nights and saw a few of our joint friends.

Two weeks went by and she came home and looked nervous. We ate dinner and sat down and were watching TV. Something just wasn't right.

"Shelly, what's the matter with you. You're walking around like a nervous wreck. What's your problem?" I asked.

She looked me in the eye and said, "I'm pregnant."

It didn't take a wizard to figure that we've only started having sex for a couple of weeks. "How far along are you?" I asked.

"The doctor said around two months. I'm so sorry, Randy." She started crying.

I was pissed. "So, who's the proud papa? That would be around the time of the New Years party. I guess you got your New Years fucking anyway. It just wasn't me."

"Randy, it was an accident."

"Fuck you! You chose to stay at the party when I asked you to come home knowing we were going to make love.. How did you accidently take off your panties and spread your legs and by some strange phenomenon, a man pulls out his cock and accidently pushes it in your pussy. Would you mind explaining that to me?"

"I had to much to drink and..."

"Bullshit! I was here when you got home. You were able to yell at me but you couldn't tell some asshole, 'Please don't fuck me'? Who the hell was it or was there more than one?" I asked.

"Please, Randy, I'm not a slut. It was Brett, the older man that came to the party alone. His wife was away at her parents in Idaho. He came on to me and offered to take me home. I was mad at you so I let him fuck me. I don't love him, I hardly like him. I did it because you left me at the party."

"So, this is all my fault? You got pregnant because I came home and you chose to stay and fuck some old lawyer. God, you're something else."

"What are we going to do now, Randy?" asked Shelly.

I laughed. "There is no we. I'm going to a lawyer and get a divorce and get rid of your sorry ass. You can ask your friend Brett what he wants to do about his kid."

"Randy, we can work this out. We're good together. Everyone makes mistakes," said Shelly.

"Fucking another man and getting pregnant with his kid goes way beyond mistake. I'm going to spend the night at a motel and see a lawyer in the morning. I suggest you contact your lover Brett and see what his and your plans are. I'm sure his wife would be interested in your little affair. If I stay here, I'm afraid of what I will do to you. I'm doing everything in my power to not knock you up against the wall."

I walk out and got in my truck. I didn't even grab a suitcase. I was just too damn mad. I went to a local motel and got a room for the night. Across the street was a bar, so I went there and got drunk thinking about my situation.

I staggered over to the jukebox and played 'Detroit City'. I decided that I would divorce Shelly and move back to Ohio. This town just wasn't for me. Somehow or another I made it back to my motel room and slept it off. When I woke up the next morning I was still seeing red.

I was so glad I left the night before. If I would have stayed, I know I would have hurt Shelly and I have never hit a woman. I got in my truck and instead of going to see the lawyer, I headed to Shelly's office. I had to face this Brett character. I remembered him feeling Shelly's ass on New Years eve.

I walked into the office and asked the receptionist where Brett Wilson's office was. She knew who I was and asked if I wanted to see Shelly.

"No," I said. "I just need a moment with Brett."

I know I looked bad. I had the same clothes on from the night before and I probably reeked of alcohol. I saw the receptionist look over her shoulder at what I believed to be Brett's office. She paged him to come into the lobby.

I headed down the hallway and met him coming out of his door. I pushed him back into his office and over his desk. I quickly turned the key and locked his door. I then proceeded to beat the living shit out of him. I didn't stop. I hit him over and over again. I was totally out of control.

The door was opened and I was grabbed and pinned to the floor. A bloody mess of a man laid on the other side of the desk. I found out later that the receptionist had duplicate keys to the offices. I guess I should be glad security stopped me when they did or I would have killed the bastard.

Shelly was in the hallway crying as I was taken out in a patrol car. I was covered in blood but none of it was mine except for scraped knuckles. I guess I just didn't care anymore. Once a trouble maker, always a trouble maker.

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I was taken to jail and they assigned me a lawyer. I got hold of my brother and told him what I had done. He told me he was willing to post my bail, but I told him not to waste his money. I embarrassed him enough. Of course I lost my job after not showing up for work.

My lawyer told me that I was charged with attempted murder. After a lot of plea bargaining it was lowered to assault and battery. I didn't have any weapons except my fists. I guess a few men on the jury must have sided with me. I still got sentenced to a year in prison.

Shelly never came to see me while I was waiting for trial. Her law firm got all my assets for her, what little we had. Shelly applied for a divorce and of course I wasn't going to fight it. Hell, I was going to prison and would have divorced her anyway. What the hell did I need?

Brett Wilson wanted to sue me but all my assets went to Shelly. I honestly had nothing. The clothes on my back and the underwear I wore belonged to the state of Michigan.

Brett's wife asked for a divorce after the story came out. Brett did end up marrying Shelly after his divorce was finalized. They did have a baby boy. For a lawyer this Brett fellow must have been pretty stupid. I found out that he and Shelly were secret lovers on and off for a couple of years. What would make him think that if she would cheat on me that she wouldn't cheat on him.

He already lost half his assets to his ex-wife and alienated his teenage kids. I'll admit that Shelly was a good lay but she wasn't marriage material, which I found out too late; nor was she worth going to jail over. I guess I went to prison over my stupid pride.

After eight months in prison I got an early release. Being a good prisoner and over crowding got me an early release. I asked the judge if I could move back home to Ohio and was granted the privilege.

When I got home I was greeted by my parents who were always there for me. My oldest sister, Judy's husband Bob owned a construction business. I didn't know him that well but he said he would give me a chance and hired me. He said he could use a good electrician. I started work the following Monday.

I kept my nose clean and stayed away from the bars. I worked all the hours I could and put money away so I could get a place to live. I wasn't going to live off my parents forever. I did buy a used pickup truck to get back and forth to work. I had to see a parole officer once a month which I always did. I was told I would have to take random drug tests which wasn't a problem. I never did drugs. In my younger days I smoked a little weed but stopped that when I went in the service.

Life was getting better. I finally got a small apartment and was visiting the family more often. I was still kind of a lonely guy. I did go out with a few women once in awhile but I didn't need to get serious about any woman. My luck with women wasn't that good.

Here I was one evening sitting at my old watering hole, the local McDonald's restaurant. I was thinking about my past and all the shit I had been through. The service, a broken marriage and prison, but I was still a survivor. I was eating my Big Mac when I looked over and saw this cute girl staring at me. Actually she was a good looking woman and had a little girl with her.

I couldn't place her. I figured maybe she knew me from the past. I smiled at her and she kind of smiled back. The little girl with her was a little baby doll. It made me think of the child I could have had if I wasn't married to a slut.

She was close enough that I could talk to her so I asked her, "Excuse me, but do I know you?"

"You're Randy Webb, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes, I am and may I ask who you are?"

"Sandy, Sandy Holdsworth. You used to date my older sister Beth Holdsworth. She's Beth Benton now."

"Nice to see you again, Sandy. Last time I saw you, you had pigtails and braces. You sure have changed," I smiled. "Who's the little sweetheart?"

"Oh, this is my daughter Samantha. I call her Sam or Sammy unless I get mad, then it's Samantha," she laughed.

I wondered about a husband. Was she married and just gave me her maiden name? Maybe she kept her maiden name. I heard a lot of women did that nowadays. Either way I didn't mention it.

"Your daughter is one beautiful little girl," I said. I wanted to say just like her mother but I thought I might be out of place.

"Thank you. She is my pride and joy," smiled Sandy.

"So how is Beth doing?" I thought I should change the subject.

"Well, to be honest, she's got three kids and is on her second marriage. Hopefully, she'll get it right this time."

"If you see her tell her I said hello," I replied.

"She lives in Kentucky now but when I write her or talk to her I'll tell her I talked to you. I know she will be surprised. I better get Sam home. It was nice talking to you, Randy. Maybe we can talk again sometime?"

"I'd like that; I really would. I don't get out much," I replied.

She smiled and took Sammy out of her highchair and left. She waved at me when she walked out the door. She sure turned into one sweet woman. I headed over to visit my parents. I tried to see them as least every couple of days.

"Mom, you'll never believe who I saw today," I remarked.

"Sandy Holdsworth and her daughter Sam," replied mom.

"What? How did you know that. It was only about an hour ago," I replied.

Mom laughed. "Rachel called and told me that Sandy said she saw you at McDonalds. She mentioned that you didn't even recognize her," laughed mom.

Rachel was my youngest sister. I didn't even know she knew Sandy. Thinking back, I guess they were in the same grade. I hadn't seen much of Rachel since I'd been back home. She was attending a local college and wasn't home much.

"You haven't been around for quite a few years. Rachel and Sandy are best friends. They have been for years. Rachel told me to tell you to stay here if you came over. She wants to talk to you."


The Troublemaker



This story is the sequel to: http://www.literotica.com/s/crazy-adventures-of-shannon-hannigan

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I kicked the post in frustration, and hopped a bit to shake off the pain. My parents had decided 6 months ago that they couldn't handle me, and sent me to live out here in the middle of nowhere with my aunt and uncle. It's not like I try to be a troublemaker... it's just that trouble seems to follow me wherever I go!

I entered the supercenter -- AKA huge store that sells cheap crap -- and immediately noticed a girl walking in front of me with wildly curly red hair. Her hair traveled halfway down her back, and left her shapely butt visible. She was wearing tight blue jeans, and they made me wonder what she looked like without them. This took my mind off my problems for a moment, and I had to consciously ignore the sudden itch in my balls.

My cell rang, and I made a mental note to change the stupid ringer. It sounded like someone was ringing one of those little bells; like I was some servant at its beck and call. It was annoying as hell, but I kept forgetting to change it. The redhead turned to look at me, and I bet she found it annoying too.

"You won't believe what happened now," I said after pushing the button to accept the call. "My aunt and uncle kicked me out too! I have no idea what I'm going to do!" I informed my best friend. He wasn't really able to do anything to help me, but he listened and commiserated.

The girl took my hand and dragged me after her. I followed since I didn't have anything better to do, and because I was curious. As we walked, my friend -- Chris -- did his best to comfort me.

"I'm sorry dude. I wish I could help. In a couple of months, I'll be 18, and then we can get a place together, but until then... My parents still won't let me invite you to stay here." It was our often talked about goal for the future.

"I know and I can't wait!" I replied. By this time, the girl had dragged me to the changing rooms. She looked around for the attendant, and spotted her stocking a nearby shelf. She wasn't paying any attention to us, so the girl dragged me into one of the fitting stalls.

"What are you going to do? Maybe your parents will take you back for a while," Chris suggested.

"I don't know... it's possible, but I don't count on it," I muttered as I watched the redhead unfasten my pants. I knew I should probably stop her, but I didn't want to interrupt Chris' helpful suggestions. Plus, I'll admit it, I was curious.

"What did you do that your aunt and uncle kicked you out?" Chris wondered.

"Um..." I was having a hard time concentrating now that the girl had me in her mouth and was sucking on me like a vacuum. "I um I... I'm gonna have to call you back, something weird is happening!" I announced and then hung up my phone.

I knew that Chris would figure that I might be talking to my aunt or uncle, and so wouldn't call right back to interrupt me. He was cool like that. Meanwhile, I stared at the girl in fascination. Why was she doing this?

I moaned softly. She was very good at this and it had been so long since I'd had a girlfriend or sex of any kind. Did she hope to take my mind off my problems for a few minutes? Was this out of pity?

I wasn't entirely sure I liked getting a blowjob out of pity from a stranger, but it felt so good! I don't think I had the ability to stop her even if I wanted to. I ran my hand through her curly hair; it was incredibly soft.

I groaned a bit louder than I should have, and there was a soft knock at the door. "Are you okay in there?" The attendant asked.

"I'm... great," I managed to say believably.

"Okay, just holler if you need anything," she instructed.

"Uh-huh," I agreed. I felt the need to moan again, and quickly stashed my phone in my pocket so I could cover my mouth with my hand. It never occurred to me to stop running my other hand through her hair.

My knees went a bit weak, and I leaned against the wall for support. I kept my mouth firmly covered, but still made soft noises of pleasure. My hand in her hair encouraged her to keep up the good work.

I started panting, and knew I was going to shoot my load soon. Should I warn her? My first girlfriend had drummed it into me that a guy never came in a girl's mouth without permission, otherwise she wouldn't put him in her mouth again.

I tapped her head, and whispered, "I'm gonna cum!"

She hummed a laugh, and that set me off. I grunted loudly again, and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her sucking on me as I filled her mouth. I'd swear I came for like 10 minutes straight, but that was impossible.

Damn! It felt incredible!

As I panted in the aftermath of a good orgasm, I watched her smile, stand and turn to open the door. I didn't know what to say to her; I was too confused. Wasn't she going to say anything to me?

"Are you all right in there sir?" The attendant asked again.

The redhead opened the door and stepped out. "Yes, he's just fine."

The attendant gasped. "This is the men's side!"

"I know," the girl smirked, and walked away. I hurried to put myself back in my pants before the attendant remembered to check on me.

"Wait!" I called as I rushed after her. "Why did you do that?"

She shrugged as she kept walking, and I followed her. I tried to figure out what to say or do. She power walked to the pet department, picked up some cat food, and soon thereafter stood in the checkout lane.

I still followed her, but she pretty much ignored me. I had nothing I needed to buy, and the only reason I had come to the store was because it was open 24 hours, and I hoped to be able to waste time here overnight as I tried to think of something to do. This made me realize that I had completely forgotten about my problems for the time being!

I followed her into the parking lot, and started to feel like a stalker. She obviously didn't care about me either way, but I was baffled by her. I didn't want to just let her walk out of my life so soon.

She suddenly stopped, and turned to face me. "Look, I had fun, but it's time for you to move on."

"I..." I hesitated. My problems were not hers. I shouldn't burden her with them.

She sighed as if she had just lost a fight. "You don't have anywhere to go, do you?"

This made me remember that she had been next to me as I informed my friend about getting kicked out. "No," I admitted.

"How old are you?" She asked me.

"18," I answered. This was the reason both my parents and my aunt and uncle felt no qualms about kicking me out. I was an adult now.

"Fine. Get in," she ordered, pointing to the passenger-side door of an old car.

I wondered if it even still ran, and pictured myself fixing it up. I got in as she settled herself behind the wheel. She turned the key in the ignition, and the car roared to life. It sounded like it wanted to die for about a minute, and then purred loudly. I was amazed that it actually sounded like it ran well, aside from a possible clog in the fuel line that made it hard to start up.

I stared out the window quietly as she drove out of town. My aunt and uncle lived on the edge of the town and so I hadn't ever really seen anything beyond that point. Honestly I wasn't interested in exploring even more of this middle of nowhere place... until now. If she lived out here, there must be at least one place worth seeing.

We were on a small road with almost no other traffic, and there were trees lining the road so thickly that I had no idea if there were houses nearby. There had to be, right? Our planet is too crowded to have this much empty space... right?

My phone rang, and I checked it. It was Chris again. "Hey man," I answered.

"Everything all right now?" He asked.

"I'm not sure," I replied honestly. I frowned as I realized that the girl was pulling over. She parked on the side of the road, and turned off the car.

"What was the weird thing that happened?" Chris asked.

"This girl, um," I wondered how to explain that a pretty redheaded girl had dragged me into a fitting room and sucked me off when she leaned over an unzipped me once more. "She, um..." Started blowing me again and I had no idea how to respond!

For one, she had acted like she wasn't interested in doing it again, and for two it had only been like a half an hour since the last time. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get sucked off again so soon! I really tried to figure out something to say.

"She what?" Chris wanted to know.

"She, um, I... I'm gonna have to call you back!" I blurted out when it became obvious that I was capable of enjoying another blowjob this soon after the last one.

This time I didn't have to be quiet, and I moaned and groaned happily. I was in heaven! "Oh yeah!" I encouraged her.

At least 15 or 20 minutes passed, and I couldn't believe that she was still sucking on me as strongly as she started. Didn't most girls get a sore jaw by now? I felt a bit bad that I couldn't seem to go off, but mostly I was curious to see how long this could last.

I heard the siren of a cop car chirp once as a car parked behind us, and nearly had a heart attack! I told you trouble always follows me! The flashing lights made my heart pound, and I was shocked to discover that I was filling her mouth. What the? Why now?

I finished pumping just in time for the cop to arrive at her window, and the moment she turned to talk to him, I fumbled to put myself back in my pants. I accidently got caught in the zipper, and stifled a small scream of pain. I fixed that as the cop asked, "What's going on here?"

He stopped looking at what I was doing, and took a good look at the girl. "Oh." He gave a deep sigh. "Ms. Hannigan, please try to wait until you get home to do that."

"If I could wait, Officer Carlson, I totally would," she replied.

"Yeah yeah, I know. I'm going to let you off this time because there's no evidence of any public around at the moment to be disturbed... That's assuming that this boy is willing; what am I saying, of course he's willing," the cop muttered as he walked back to his car.

"Thanks Steve!" She called after him.

"No problem, Shannon." The cop shrugged and waved goodbye.

Shannon huh? I hadn't even thought to ask her name, but now that I knew it, I thought she looked at least three times prettier than she had before. I'm sure I was giving her a strange look.

I couldn't believe her luck! I don't think a cop had ever let me off with a warning. Not that I stole cars or anything. Mostly I was just too damn mouthy for my own good. I had gotten myself hauled into jail plenty of times over the past three years for getting into fights and then mouthing off to the officer that arrived in response.

She laughed at my look. "Let's just say that I have a unique condition, and Officer Carlson knows it."

"Okay... Shannon... Hi, I'm Matt."

"Hi Matt," Shannon smiled at me. "Could you do me a favor? Would you please call your friend back now? I have at least another 20 minutes of driving before I reach my house, and I would prefer it if you chat or something rather than sit there in silence."

"Sure," I answered awkwardly. I still had no idea what to say to Chris, especially with her sitting right next to me, but I was relieved to have something to do other than try to make awkward conversation with her. I pulled out my phone and hit the speed dial for Chris.

"Are you able to talk now?" Chris demanded.

"Yeah, um, guess what?"

"What?" Chris wondered.

"I was just not arrested by a cop," I announced.

"That's a first! What happened?"

"I sorta met this girl earlier..." I hesitated to talk about her. After all, she was sitting right there.

"The weird one?" Chris prompted.

"Yeah, and she offered to let me stay with her," I decided not to go into too many details until I could talk to him privately. He'd get the nitty gritty when she wasn't listening in.

Even so, she mumbled softly enough that my friend couldn't hear, "You forgot to mention that I blew your brains out first."

I ignored that.

"Then what happened?" Chris was obviously curious as to how I had survived an encounter with a cop.

"Then, on the way to her house -- which you can probably hear her car in the background -- a cop... got behind us and turned his lights on. I thought for sure that I was going to spend a few hours in jail -- again -- but he gave us a warning, and let us go." I explained.

"Well... was she speeding or something? Were you doing anything wrong?" Chris asked.

"No," I replied honestly. I guess we really hadn't been doing anything wrong, we just happened to be in public while we did it.

"Then why did the cop pull you over?"

"Uh..."

Shannon laughed softly. "It's ok, you can tell him."

I blushed. "Chris, dude, I promise I'll give you all the details later, but for now... please just drop it."

Shannon laughed harder. "What are you; some virgin too shy to talk about it?"

Chris heard that. "No! Seriously? You were... wait, you got pulled over for having sex, and the cop just let you go?!"

"Not exactly. I promise I'll tell you later, okay?" I insisted.

Chris laughed. "Yeah, okay. So, you've got a place to stay, and it's with a weird and kinky girl. Lucky!"

"I guess you could say that," I agreed. It certainly was the first bit of luck I'd had in a long time. This time, Chris told me he had to go and would call me later.

"We're here!" Shannon announced as she stopped by a mailbox to check her mail. Finding a small stack, she shut the box, and turned onto her driveway. She absently tossed her mail on the seat between us.

The driveway had to be at least a mile long! I looked at the scenery in fascination as the trees soon gave way to open meadows, a pond, and a few fenced in pastures. I even saw two cows and a good dozen chickens grazing.

"Who has cows?" I wondered aloud. I'd never heard of anyone but a farmer owning a cow.

She laughed. "I do."

"Oh..." I hoped she didn't think I was rude.

"Yep, two cows and 12 chickens are more than plenty for little ol' me. I may have a pretty monotonous diet, but at least I always have something to eat," she informed me.

I honestly couldn't picture how a couple of pets could give her plenty to eat. I knew cows could be milked, and chickens laid eggs, but that was nowhere near plenty to eat! The girl had to buy other food -- such as cereal -- to go with the milk, right?

We got out of the car, and I stared at her house. It was huge! Not huge like a mansion, but huge in the fact that it looked like it could comfortably shelter at least half a dozen people.

Oh god! I hope her parents like me, and I sincerely hope they don't find out that their daughter had already had my dick in her mouth twice in the past hour since we met. I was certain this news would prompt them to throw me out before she even had a chance to ask them permission for me to stay.

I must have looked like I expected a firing squad to shoot me at any moment. Shannon laughed, and ruffled my hair. I stopped gaping at her house, and gave her a nervous look.

"Don't worry... I live alone."

"You do?" I couldn't understand why anyone would want to live alone in such a big house out in the middle of nowhere.

"Yeah... um... it wasn't entirely by choice," Shannon gave me one of those smiles that made it clear she didn't really want to talk about it.

Okay that I could understand. "Oh."

She showed me around her house, and gave me a room to use. I was confused because she sounded like we were simply going to be roommates, but previously, she had given me the impression that we were going to be a bit more than that. I nodded, and sat on my new bed to think for a bit.

She wandered off to do whatever it was that she had to do, and I was glad for some time alone. I needed to think, and as hard as it was to get her out of my thoughts, I needed to think about my other problems. Unless she planned to let me live here forever, I was going to have to figure out something to do.

I saw Shannon outside, and decided to open my window. This gave me an excuse to look at her for a minute without staring like a pervert. Her hair looked glorious in the fading sunlight.

This reminded me that it would be time to eat soon, and I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I felt horrible! Not only was she giving me a place to stay, but presumably she was going to feed me too. I really am pathetic.

I flopped onto my back, and tried harder to come up with a plan. Maybe I could get a job of some sort and pay rent. That way... well, at least I'd be doing something, and maybe I wouldn't be such a screw up any more.

My phone rang and I checked the caller ID. I groaned reluctantly. It was my mom. I answered, but didn't have a chance to say anything.

"I can't believe you Matt! Why can't you ever behave?"

Yep, she'd heard the news. I wondered exactly what my aunt had told her. Again, I didn't get a chance to speak.

"Why must you always fight? Your cousin went out of his way to be nice to you, and you call him names and condescend him!" My mom accused. I noticed Shannon slowly walking back into the house.

"Ha! When did he try to be nice to me? And you know what? So what if we argued a lot? That's what families do! Why then am I only one who has to play nice and gets in trouble when I don't?" I demanded.

My mom scoffed. "You act like you've done nothing wrong! Just stop fighting with everyone!"

"I will when they stop pissing me off!" I shouted. I heard Shannon setting stuff on the kitchen counter.

"It's that attitude that always gets you in trouble! You need to learn from your mistakes, calm down, and stop blaming others! Learn to keep your damn mouth shut for once!"

"Whatever mom, fuck you!" I yelled. God, she's such a bitch! Shannon entered the room, probably to tell me to stop being so loud.

"If you're going to be that way, fine!" My mom practically screamed the last word, and then hung up. God! I really am such a screw up! Not even my mom wants to talk to me! I groaned and placed an arm over my face.

Meanwhile, Shannon had unfastened my pants again, and was trying to work me up. Now really wasn't a good time, but I appreciated that she was trying to cheer me up. "Not now, please."

Shannon sighed, but didn't stop. Incredibly, she soon had me hard, and was working me down her throat as deeply as possible. I moved my arm to watch her. How in the hell could she work me up at a time like this?!

Considering that this was the third time that she had done this to me in a little over an hour and that I was pissed off, I was amazed that I was able to shoot my load so quickly. It really couldn't have taken more than five minutes! What in the world was up with her?!

"Okay, well, I'm going to go make dinner. Let me know if you need anything."

I stared after Shannon as she left the room. Three times! Three times she has sucked me off now, and she always acted like nothing happened afterwards! I was so confused by her; did she want a relationship or not?

I called my best friend, and explained the entire situation to him. I could tell that he was insanely jealous once I finished describing my day. Okay, maybe I bragged about the good parts just a bit, but that was no reason to sound almost mad at me!

"Hang on dude, I got another call," I informed him, grateful that for once I didn't have to listen to that annoying ring tone. I really have to change that!

"Matt!" My cousin -- the snotty asshole that I'd argued with earlier that led to my getting kicked out -- uttered my name urgently. "I just overheard a conversation between Officer Carlson and my mom. She was worried that you might have hooked up with the wrong kind of people, and he tried to reassure her that he had seen you with Shannon Hannigan. She is bad news man! She --"




The Troublemaker



"Jesse, I don't believe this! Why are you calling me? Shannon has been nothing but nice to me, so why are you trying to bad mouth her?" I demanded.

"Bad mouth her?! That's just my point, she has a bad mouth. She goes around attacking guys and blowing them. She doesn't care if they are old, young, married, gay, whatever! She blows them all," Jesse imparted.

"Uh... O...K... What? Does she hurt them or something?" I wondered. From my perspective, I couldn't really see a downside.

"It's not that she hurts them, Matt, don't you see? She is a sinner, and worse, it's like the devil makes her do it."

"Don't start with the religious crap, Jesse. I am so sick of being told to act like Jesus and follow God's plan. What if she just isn't religious either and believes that a little oral sex is therapeutic?"

"So she's already done it to you," Jesse guessed correctly. "Stop thinking with your dick, man, and think this through. When she first came to our town, she got expelled from school on her first day for giving Mr. Ferguson a blowjob in front of the entire class! She is either insane or a devil worshipper, and you should stay away from her!"

"Jesse, what do you even care? You've done nothing but nag me, and preach to me since I came to stay. You've never once tried to see things from my perspective."

"Of course I care, Matt; you're my cousin! I am worried about you. If you continue on the path you're on, you're going to end up in hell! Please... just come back here. Mom and dad agree that they'd rather have you here than anywhere near Shannon Hannigan."

I sighed. "You see, that's exactly what I'm talking about. I am not a dog that you guys can just shove out the door when I've upset you, and then bring me back in whenever you want."

Jesse sighed in disappointment, and barely concealed frustration. "I know that there is some stubborn filter in your brain that won't let you listen to anyone or do anything that's good for you, but seriously... She's going to hurt you... Please come home now before that happens."

"Can you say you're sorry?" I asked, putting him on the spot for once.

"What?" Jesse asked, obviously baffled.

"This morning... you called me a stupid, arrogant, son of a bitch, and yet when I tried to point out that you are also an ignorant, overzealous, pussy, it was me that got into trouble! I'm the one that got kicked out, but you are just as much to blame!"

"Hey, I was just trying to tell you like it is. If you could just shut up and listen to someone else for a change, I bet things would get better for you," Jesse hypothesized.

"What you really mean is that if I stop acting like me, and start acting like you the world will like me more and I'll stop getting into trouble. No thanks man, I don't want to be a pussy," I couldn't help but shoot my mouth off again. I don't know why. It's not like it made me feel good or anything.

"Whatever. Just remember that I warned you, and don't come crying to me when your heart gets broken!" Jesse hung up on me. Why does everyone hang up on me?

Then I remembered that I still had Chris on hold, but he had given up and hung up on me too, so I decided to turn my phone off to save the battery. Maybe tomorrow I'd get a ride from Shannon to get some of my stuff, including my phone charger. I set my phone aside, and scratched my head.

What did he mean by get my heart broken? I just met her for crying out loud! It's not like I planned to fall in love with her or anything like that. Maybe talk her into having some sex, and if today was any indication, get a few more blowjobs...

Heartbroken, whatever.

Shannon poked her head through the door. "Dinner's ready. I hope you like salad and scrambled eggs."

Odd combination. "Uh yeah," I responded mostly truthfully.

We ate dinner in a rather awkward silence, and afterwards, we each cleaned our dishes and went to our separate rooms. I paced mine and thought of her. I don't know why I was expecting something a bit more... intimate, but I felt incredibly disappointed that she didn't seem to want anything to do with me.

I started to pull on my hair in frustration! I could not figure her out! Did she like me or not?!

Then it occurred to me... Whoever said that she was the only one that could play this little game of hers? The way I saw it, I had just as much right to pull her pants down and stick my face between her legs as she had to do so to me. Hell, I even owed her three... surprises.

I marched to her room, and threw open her door. She had just come out of the shower or something because her hair was all wet, and she was drying it with a towel. I really liked the look of her naked body.

"Matt? What the hell are you doing? You can't just come in here and-"

"Oh can't I? What about you? You've been doing it to me all day. Turnabout is fair play," I announced, and then scooped her up. I carried her to her bed, and noticed that for all of her supposed anger and protests a moment ago, she looked excited.

I spread her legs, and explored her with my finger. Another tip from my ex-girlfriend; never just dive right in. Take the time to work a girl up first. I figured that if it worked on my ex, it should work on Shannon, right?

I located her clit, and rubbed it gently. Her breath caught, and I knew that she was enjoying this. I took a really good look at her, and decided that she had to be delicious.

I lowered my face, and buried my tongue in her tight opening. She gasped and bucked into me. I wiggled my tongue around to thoroughly taste her, and then pulled back so that I could insert a finger in her. Then, I teased her clit with my tongue, and mentally smiled as she squirmed.

I concentrated on her pleasure for a long time, honestly surprised that I could do so without my jaw starting to hurt or my tongue going numb. I was rewarded when she started screaming and shaking. It was actually pleasing to see her orgasm, and I realized that I was rock hard and ready.

Seriously? I'd already cum three times today! How could I possibly be ready to have sex already? I waited for Shannon to calm down a little.

"O...K... Ok," Shannon panted. "You've had your revenge... you can go now."

"Nuh-uh," I replied impishly. "You got me off three times, and I've only gotten you off once. As you can plainly see, I've still got two more times to go." I emphasized the point by burying my face once more.

Shannon squealed, and yelled way louder than necessary, "You can't be serious!" She started to gulp for air like a fish out of water, and I briefly wondered if I was going too far.

But... she didn't stop me. I figured this meant I had permission to continue. Very soon, she grabbed a pillow, curled into a ball the best she could with me between her legs, and screamed as if her life depended on it.

"Please no, not again!" She begged me, which I found ironic. If it felt good, why not let me do it more? "It's too much... I need time to recover."

"So..." I grinned. "You want me to wait a minute before I do it again."

She made a noise that sounded like she was laughing and crying at the same time. "How... How about tomorrow morning?"

"Nah! That wouldn't be right... I'd say it has to be before midnight."

Her eyes flew to the digital clock on her dresser. It was only 9 o'clock, so there was still plenty of time. "Oh... Okay," she agreed.

I watched her pant, and decided that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I wanted to kiss her, but it seemed rather inappropriate to kiss her when my mouth was covered in her juices, and her mouth was dry from gasping for air. I noticed a glass of water on a small table next to her bed. I offered it to her.

She gulped nearly the entire contents, and then handed the glass back to me. "Thank you." She sounded better now.

She watched me watch her, and a smile spread across her lips. "You know... we could always do something else for a while."

I like her thinking! I nodded, and removed my clothes. I had kept them on because I was technically only here to lick her off, but now that she suggested it, I was eager to see what she felt like sliding on my dick.

I positioned myself between her legs, and looked to her for permission. She smiled and nodded, and I pushed into her. You know, for someone who supposedly blew every guy she saw, she sure had a tight hole. My cousin had to be wrong about her.

I guess I had built up a tolerance to cumming today or something because I was utterly shocked by how long I was able to last. My record was about a half an hour, but tonight it was at least an hour and a half before I even felt close to shooting my load. I realized that I couldn't do it inside her, because I wanted to use my tongue on her again and I didn't want to get her pregnant. So, I pulled out, and covered her stomach and breasts -- which were full and wonderfully soft, by the way.

"Ugh," she muttered. "Why do guys do that?"

"I didn't have a condom," I stated. I could tell that she was very tempted to go take another bath, but it was now halfway closer to midnight, and I figured that plenty of time had passed by now. I abruptly buried my face once more, and tickled her clit with my tongue.

"Ack!" She screeched in surprise. "Um, ah, um... okay." Her breathing was really fast, and her hand was on my head like she couldn't decide if she wanted to push me away or guide me in closer.

Her head started thrashing side to side, and she was obviously confused. I wanted to laugh, but decided to keep my mouth dedicated to doing a good job. I wish I had a tape recorder on hand.

"Oh god! Please stop! Don't stop! No more! Oh wow! Help me! Oh I think I'm going to cum!" She screamed. See, I told you she was confused.

Holy libido Batman! Hearing her orgasm had me standing at attention once more. I got onto my hands and knees, and stared at my dick in sheer disbelief. No way in hell should I be ready again so soon!

I looked at her to see if she would be capable of sex again, and noticed that she was quivering slightly, as if she was still in the last throes of her orgasm. That was good enough for me. I climbed atop her again, and guided myself inside her.

If this is not heaven then I don't know what is! She gave me an incredulous look. "Again?"

"Why not?" I wondered.

"Oh boy!" She exclaimed, but again... she did not stop me. I really wanted to kiss her, but my mouth was thoroughly coated, so I looked into her eyes instead. I watched her closely as I slowly thrust into her.

As ready as my dick was to screw her into the bed, the rest of me was nearing exhaustion! So, I opted to remain slow. After each thrust, I paused to search her eyes.

Unexpectedly, her eyes started to water, and she threw her arms around me. Holding me tight, she whispered in my ear. "You feel so good inside me!"

I was completely surprised that her words set me off. It also came as something of a shock that this orgasm hurt a little. That's never happened before, but then again, I've never ejaculated five times in less than ten hours.

I realized that I had absolutely no energy left, not even enough to pull out and crash on the bed beside her. Besides, she still clung to me in a way that made me think that she was not about to let me go anytime soon. I gathered her in my arms, settled myself atop her, and exhaled in bliss.

My first thought the next morning was: Where did she go? My second thought was: Oh my god! I came inside her! What if I got her pregnant?! I'm only 18! I am not ready to be a daddy yet!

Yep, I panicked. I sat up in her bed, and started pulling my hair again. I tried to be careful. I pulled out the first time... Please oh please let all of the sperm in that last load be dead! Or missing. Didn't my 10th grade health teacher say something about there only being enough sperm made each day for two maybe three loads? Please let that be true!

I looked up to find Shannon watching me yank my hair nearly out. She was fully dressed, and smelled a bit like a barn... and sex. I found the smell strange, but not unpleasant.

She laughed. "Problem?"

"I didn't mean to! I swear! Please tell me you're not pregnant!" Yep, I was still freaking out.

She got quiet, and gave me a serious look. "First of all, if I were pregnant, I would have no way of knowing for a couple of weeks to a month... and secondly, I keep track of my cycle. There's no guarantee, but since I'm supposed to get my period in two days, I'm fairly certain we are safe."

I was so relieved! I buried my face in my hands to cover the tears I was certain were about to stream down my face. No kid deserved such a screw up as me for a dad.

When I looked up, I noticed that she was exploring my body with her eyes, and grinning at what she saw. Ok, that cheered me up, and made me feel a bit pleased with myself. I worked out, and my body was worth looking at, if I do say so myself.

She groaned. "There's no time to have more sex right now, but I made some breakfast, and in a bit I plan go into town for groceries. I have a very specific and limited amount of time I can shop, and anyway --" She blushed for some reason. "If you need a ride into town for any reason..."

I nodded. I wanted to pick up my cell phone charger, and at least one change of clothes. She seemed a bit disappointed, and I wondered if she thought I was going to leave her.

"I don't have anything but my cell phone. I need to grab my stuff," I explained.

"Oh! Right..." She smiled, and left. I made use of her bathroom, got dressed, and then located her kitchen.

I ate the bacon and eggs she left me, and washed my plate. I looked at the clock, and realized that it was only 9:30. I was sure I'd sleep in longer after a night like that!

Shannon came back in the house. "Chores done; now I just need to visit my bathroom, and then if we leave we should get to town after 10 o'clock."

She disappeared into the bathroom. I tried not to listen to her, and soon heard her flush. She smiled at me as she returned to the kitchen.

"Why is it important to get to town after 10 o'clock?" I asked.

"I avoid the church bell that way."

I grinned and laughed. "Halleluiah! I can't stand those noisy ass bells!"

She giggled, and took my hand so that she could drag me to the car. "I guess that means you'll understand that I want to be out of town by noon."

"Yep," I agreed. "It's a good thing they don't ring the bells every hour... or more." Apparently the church compromised with the townspeople to only ring the bell ever other hour. I know some churches only rang at noon, or noon and midnight.

"That would suck!" Shannon stated emphatically, and I totally agreed.

In town, she dropped me off at my aunt's, and told me that she'd pick me up when she was done shopping. It took me less than ten minutes to pack up my stuff in my backpack, and then I had nothing to do while I waited. I paced nervously, half afraid that one of my relatives would come home before Shannon picked me up.

At 10:30, I decided that I couldn't wait anymore. I walked to the grocery store, and figured I'd just wait in her car. My legs were a bit sore for some reason -- I grinned as I remembered why -- and so it took me at least a half an hour to get to the store. It should have only taken me 15 or 20 minutes, but it didn't matter because I could see Shannon's old clunker from here.

As I got closer, I realized that the driver side door was open, and I could see her hair. Was she looking for something under her seat? I tilted my head to the side curiously.

Slowly, I realized that there was a pair of legs surrounding her, and I stopped. I was close enough by now to hear groaning and other noisy sounds of pleasure, and I realized that Shannon was bobbing her head in a certain way.

Why did I feel so betrayed?! Why had I just assumed that we were boyfriend and girlfriend now? I wanted to run, but I had nowhere to go.

Shannon finally sat up. "There Billy! Are you happy now? I told you I didn't want to, so just go."

"Aw Shannon... Why are you so mad? I know you like it."

"Listen up, you big creep! There's this guy I like, and I don't want to mess things up with him, okay?!" Shannon yelled.

"What makes you think a guy would stay with you?" Billy scoffed. "You suck off every guy you possibly can! No one wants to stay with a slut like that!"

Shannon grabbed something out of his hand, and before I could figure out what it was, she pulled out a metal pin from inside it, and tossed the object across the parking lot. "There! It's gone now! If I ever see your dick again, I'll frickin' bite it off!"

Billy stood up, fastened his pants, and laughed. "Whatever Shan." He pointed to a different guy standing not too far away that I hadn't noticed before now.

"Oh no! Please no! I don't want to; please don't make me!"

The new guy gave her a funny grin. "Yes you do. You love sucking a guy off."

I swear she was about to cry. I wondered how to step in. There were two of them, and they looked like they could kick my ass.

The new guy held something up, and then I heard a bell ring. I immediately checked my phone, since it sounded exactly like my ring tone, but then I realized that it couldn't be my phone because I didn't have it; the guy was ringing an actual bell.

Shannon giggled flirtily, and pointed to the driver's seat of her car. "Hop in." New guy unzipped his pants as he walked to her, and I was sure that she was going to punch him in the nuts. Instead, she let him sit in her car, and bent to suck on him.

"Shannon?!" I demanded in disbelief. I saw her stiffen slightly in response, but she did not stop.

Billy laughed at me. "You must be that guy she likes. Don't bother sticking around because she will spend half her time sucking on someone else."

"I heard her say no!" I insisted.

"True, but then she said yes. We're not forcing her," Billy pointed out, and he was right. They were not holding her down in anyway, and she wasn't stopping -- not even to apologize to me, or tell me to get lost.

I didn't know what to do, so I decided to do nothing at all. I figured that once she was done, she'd have to say something to me, and then maybe I could figure out what was going on. I crossed my arms, and shifted my weight to one leg.

Five minutes later, the guy grunted his climax, and I watched Shannon stand. "You son of a bitch!" She yelled and then punched him across the face. "I begged you not to make me do it, but you just had to r-"

She slapped her hand across her mouth, and turned to look at me. I would swear she was about to cry again. She recovered her composure, and faced the man she'd just punched. She started pounding her fists into his chest, and screaming incoherently. Finally, he pushed her a bit away.

"Get out of my car!" She shouted in no uncertain terms.

"Ms. Hannigan? Is there a problem?" Officer Carlson asked. Oh crap, fights resulting in cops to break them up never ended well for me.

"I told him no. I told them both no!" Shannon finally burst out crying.

"I see." The cop took a closer look at the situation, and suddenly yanked the bell out of the new guy's hand. He was very careful not to ring it. "I think that Shannon's been to jail enough times because of guys like you, so I figure it's only fair that I haul you both in for a change."

"We didn't do anything wrong!" Billy protested.

"Public disturbance, Mr. Carter."

Billy sighed, and held out his hands.

"Zip your fly, Mr. Banks."

The guy in the car suddenly realized that he was still hanging out, and rushed to comply. I was flabbergasted that neither one thought to run away while the cop held my sobbing girlfriend. Well, almost girlfriend. I think.




The Troublemaker



"It's going to be fine, Shannon," Officer Carlson tried to reassure her.

"Thanks Steve."

We both watched the officer take away the two public disturbers, and then I stood watching her. She stood there examining her feet. I could tell that she was afraid of what I would say.

I sighed. "If you can explain to me what just happened, I'll try to understand," I promised.

She slumped a little in relief. "Do you want to talk about it here, or in the car?"

"In the car," I answered.

She nodded, and we both silently got in her car. I noticed that there were now a lot of people watching us. Nosy busy bodies! I shook my head in disapproval, and they dispersed as Shannon started up her car.

We were out of town well before noon, and we rode in silence for at least half the trip. We approached the place that she had pulled over to blow me yesterday, and I stared at her intently. I really wanted to know what was going on.

Shannon sighed. "Did you bring your phone?"

"No, it was low on battery, so I left it behind," I answered.

"Good." She smiled at me, and I frowned in return. Her smiled faded, and she looked away. "You see... I'm cursed. Every time I hear a bell, I have an overwhelming urge to blow a guy. It's impossible to fight, and the more I try to fight it, the stronger the urge gets until I attack the first guy I see. It doesn't always end well..."

I thought back to when I first saw her. I'd been admiring her ass, and then my phone rang, which sounded like a bell. Aha... So that explains it, and here I thought I was just lucky.

I felt a strange urge to cry, and turned my head so she couldn't see my face. Shannon didn't really want me after all. No wonder she walked away like nothing had happened. She probably had lots of guys mistake her curse for actual interest.

"Why did you bring me home with you?" I wondered.

"I know what it's like to get kicked out... kinda. My parents brought me to the farm when I..." Shannon stopped her car in front of her mail box, and used the opportunity to look away from me as she muttered, "sucked a guy off in front of everyone in church."

Part of me wanted to laugh at that, but the bigger part realized something. I had been right to begin with. She only pitied me. She didn't actually like me.

"I'll try to find somewhere else to stay, so don't worry about me," I informed her. She had already tossed her mail on the seat, and now she slumped against her steering wheel.

"So it's true. No guy wants me after they find out about my curse."

Wait! What??? That sounded like she wanted me to stick around. I just couldn't figure her out!

She drove up her driveway, and neither one of us knew what to say. I went to my room to think, and she disappeared to do chores. I paced for at least ten minutes as I thought. I really had nowhere else to go, but I didn't want to be a burden on her.

Wait, if I really didn't want to be a burden on her, then why was I just sitting here? I should be doing something to help her out, but what? I could take a look at her car. I'm sure she'd appreciate it if she didn't have to worry about it breaking down and stranding her all the way out here.

Ten minutes later, she noticed me working under the hood of her car. I'm sure she wondered what I was doing, but she just stood there; her arms crossed, and her weight on one hip. I wiped my hands off on a rag.

"Listen, I can fix your car." I mentally debated going into detail, but decided that doing so wasn't very important right now. "It'll be how I pay rent, and then I'll find a job as soon as possible. If I can pay you money in exchange for room and board... will you let me stay?"

"You want to stay?" Shannon asked me.

"Yeah, I do," I confessed.

She smiled hesitantly. "What about my curse?"

I inhaled deeply and held my breath a moment. I wasn't exactly comfortable trying to get into a relationship with a girl who put any guy fortunate enough to be near her when a bell rang in her mouth, but... I could kind of see things from her point of view. She didn't seem to have a choice in the matter. I'm sure if she did, she'd choose not to. I hope.

A serious thought occurred to me, and I let out my breath. "Well, without your curse, we would never have met, and I'd have literally nowhere to go. So, I guess it's not such a bad thing."

"You mean that?" Shannon asked hopefully.

"Yeah... and maybe I could help you with it," I suggested.

She laughed at that. "I suppose, if you always happen to be with me when I hear a bell..."

I must have looked like a goofy-eyed zombie for a minute there as I contemplated the consequences of that particular suggestion. I blinked to try to shake off the images, and my mouth opened and closed a couple of times. I totally blushed, and my heart was racing. I cleared my throat.

"Um, I could do that," I said, trying to sound cool. Another thought occurred to me, "But only if I get to pay you back when we get home."

She laughed so hard that I thought she was about to tell me to go fuck myself. I felt crushed. "I was hoping you'd say that! I'm 18 now, and I haven't gotten laid by anyone other than you since the first time... which was when I got cursed, but anyway!" Shannon grinned and held out her hand.

I smiled, and took her hand in mine. Now was an excellent time to kiss her, and she must have thought so too for she leaned in to kiss me at the same time. Already, I couldn't imagine life without her.

End for now, maybe I'll finish the rest later...

"All my chores are done for the moment, so... Do you want to eat lunch or do you want to have sex?"

Did she really think I'd consider eating lunch when my other option was sex? "Se-" I was interrupted by my phone -- which I had plugged in and turned on early.

"Heh heh heh heh," Shannon leered at me.

Even knowing what was going to happen in response to the bell -- caller be damned! -- I was still surprised when she roughly pushed me onto my back, and tore off my pants. I couldn't tell if I was dazed from the new bump on my head or by how awesome she was, but I was betting it was her. Wow!

I swear she just keeps getting better and better! I may not be perfect, and I may not be her Mr. Right, but I do know that I haven't yelled at or fought with her once in the almost 24 hours that we'd known each other, and that was a record. Maybe just maybe she could help me learn how not to be a screw up, and in return I could help her with her curse.

I will totally admit that I was getting the better end of the stick here, but hey! Who knows? Maybe we would actually be good for each other. Maybe it could work out for the best. I sure hoped so!

When she was done, I placed a hand over my heart to try to calm the thumping, and stared at her like she was a goddess incarnate. My phone rang again and I paled. I gulped nervously, and then gasped as she started over.

Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod! I think I might die from this curse of hers, and if I don't remember to change my damn ringer after this, someone please shoot me!

By the time she was done with me this time, I was a totally gelatinous pile of goo, and I was fairly sure I'd had a heart attack. I couldn't move, but she immediately raced into the house. I half expected my phone to ring again, and the thought made me realize just exactly what I had agreed to. This curse of hers really might kill me!

But... on the other hand, it would be the best death ever! I relaxed, and watched her come back out of the house. I'd completely forgotten that I was lying on the cold ground without my pants, and stared at her with a goofy grin on my face.

"I switched your phone to vibrate only, and just in time. Here!" She tossed me my phone, and I answered it.

"Dude, are you okay? I've been calling and calling you!" Chris exclaimed in concern.

"Yeah man, I'm..." Great? Excellent? Awesome? Wonderful? Totally blown away? All of the above? "uh fine."

"I'm glad because you weren't answering and you -- Oh! Uh-huh, I'm an idiot, aren't I? You didn't answer the phone because you live with a weird and kinky girl now and you two were busy, right?"

I chuckled. "Yeah... you could say that." I was grateful that Shannon had walked away to give me a bit of privacy, but I wasn't taking any chances. I whispered, "I think I'm in love!"

"That would be the sex talking," Chris laughed.

"Maybe," I shrugged, "But I don't think so."

"Really?" Chris asked incredulously.

"I don't know, man, but I'm willing to find out."

"I want to meet this girl!" Chris insisted. He knew that I have never even wondered if I was in love before. He would totally want to meet the miracle worker.

Chris made plans to come visit, but I didn't hear a word. I was too busy watching Shannon walk around her yard petting her animals. Her every step made me realize all over again that she was awesome, and gorgeous, and just plain old amazing!

She looked at me, and saw me watching her. I don't really know what my expression was, but it was enough to get her to tilt her head to the side, and try to figure me out. Yep, I think I'm in too deep. I've got it bad! I love her so much, and I don't even care that we just met or that she's cursed.

If she lets me, I will never leave her side!

The next day, I talked to my cousin, and I didn't yell once. The day after that, I talked to my aunt. Again, I kept my temper and didn't shoot off my mouth. Finally, I talked to my mom... That was the real test, and I passed it.

I guess the key to not being a screw up is having a reason to want to be good. I pulled Shannon close, and held her tight. She snuggled into me, and moaned against my neck. I put my hand on the back of her neck, and we kissed. I felt my heart race and my head spin. I could kiss her all day!

Nope, never. I'm never going to let her go!



The Troublemaker



Rachel was twenty-one so I figured Sandy was probably the same age. Her baby looked to be about two. I had some questions to ask but I figured I'd just ask Rachel when she showed up. Mom had called her and told her I was there.

When Rachel walked in she gave me a big hug. "Hi, Big Brother. I hear you saw my best friend today. Sandy and I go way back to grade school. Of course you were over five years older than us so I guess you wouldn't have noticed."

"She sure turned out to be a looker, " I smiled. "She sure has one cute little girl. So, what's her story and why do you want to talk with me.?"

"Let's begin with me telling you about Sandy and the baby. Remember the Rice family up on the hill?" asked Rachel.

"Yeah, wasn't he the manager of the plastics plant? The better than thou family." I asked.

"That's them. They don't live there anymore. They moved away. Anyway their son Mark and Sandy dated. Of course things happened and Sandy got pregnant. Mark told his parents and they shipped him off to college out of state as soon as they found out. He was killed in an auto accident before the baby was born. Sandy was devastated. She thought she was in love but once Mark left she realized what kind of man he really was."

"So what happened about the baby and costs?"

"Sandy's parents' insurance paid for the delivery and all. Mark's parents denied Mark being the father. They didn't want anything to do with Sandy or the baby. Sandy did get a lawyer and threatened to sue the Rices. She wanted Mark's DNA to prove paternity. They finally agreed to give Sandy a donation of fifteen thousand dollars as long as she dropped the suit and no longer pressed about Mark being the father. So she went ahead and did it. She's using the money to help raise Sammy."

"So what do you want to see me about?"

"I want you to ask Sandy out," replied Rachel.

"What? Are you crazy? Why would she want to go out with me? I'm five years older and recently out of prison. Don't tell me that she doesn't get asked out. Besides why would you want your best friend to go out with a guy like me?"

"First off, I love you. You're my big brother and you are not some kind of psycho guy like some people think."

"People think I'm a psycho?" I asked.

"Some of the guys at school think so. I let them believe it so they would leave me and Sandy alone. I'd tell them when you get out of prison I am going to tell you that they treat us bad. It kind of scares them," laughed Rachel.

"Geez! Thanks, sis. Like I need that."

"Anyway I know you did things for a reason and that you're really a good guy. Sandy knows the truth about you too. She was mad at her sister when she went to the prom with that other guy. She still holds it against her although they are still friends and of course sisters."

"Why would Sandy be mad about that? It had nothing to do with her?"

"She was infatuated with you ever since we were kids. She always said that she liked you the best of all my brothers. Of course you never noticed because we were just young girls. She cried with me when you went into the service and again when you went to jail. She called me today right after she saw you. I think she still has a little crush on you."

"What about her dating other guys? I have to tell you she is a good looking girl."

"She tried dating a few guys after she had Sammy but when they found out she had a kid, all they wanted was sex. I guess they thought she was some sort of slut since she had a baby and wasn't married. She's never been with anyone besides Mark."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"She's my best friend and we tell each other everything. She said she would like someone to like her for herself and not what they think they can get out of her. I really feel sad for her. She goes to college, and goes home and studies and takes care of Sam. She works part-time at the market as a cashier to help with expenses at home."

"Does she ever go out?

"Every other Saturday a group of us from college meet at a place called The Lounge where we let ourselves go a little. We kind of have our little circle of friends. We laugh and dance some. I want you to drop in Saturday and spend some time with us."

"Don't you think I'm a little old for your friends?"

"No, the place is full of people of all ages. You'll probably know a lot of people there, if you can remember any of them," laughed Rachel.

"No promises but I will think about it," I told Rachel.

"Thank you, Randy. You're the best brother ever. I won't say anything to Sandy."

This was something to think about. Sandy really is a good looking girl but if I go out with her I can't hit on her either. That kind of sucks. I decided to show up and see how it goes.

I showed up at The Lounge and spotted Rachel and Sandy sitting at a table with two other girls and a couple of guys who seemed to be with the other girls. I stood back and watched for a little bit. I saw two more guys walk up to Rachel and Sandy. I could barely make out what they were saying.

"Tom, Mike, would you two please leave us alone? We told you time and time again that we don't want to go out with you. We went out with you once and it was a mistake. Go find yourselves a couple of sluts and go do your thing," said Rachel.

"You two think you're too good for us. We know Sandy does it. She has a kid, doesn't she," said Mike. "Yeah, yeah, I know, you're going to tell your psycho brother Randy if he ever gets out of prison. I got news for you; I'm not afraid of him."

I walked up to the table and saw Rachel smile at me. I looked over at Sandy and she looked surprised to see me also.

"Oh, Mike and Tom. I don't know if you've ever met my brother Randy," smiled Rachel.

These two guys turned white. I didn't hear what Rachel had said to them so I just popped out a little question. "Hey, you two guys aren't trying to pick up my sister and my date, are you?" I smiled.

"No, Sir," they said to me. "We just stopped over to say hi. Well, Rachel, Sandy, we'll see you around," they said as they quickly took off.

"What was that all about?" I asked. "They seemed a little weird."

"I'll tell you about it later," said Rachel as she introduced me to her other friends. "Of course you met Sandy again the other day."

I said hi to everyone and the other girls kept smiling at me. The guys seemed a bit intimidated. I had to wonder what my little sister told them about me. I then turned my attention to Sandy. The band had just started to play a slow number and I asked Sandy if she would like to dance with me.

She hesitated and I put my hand out and she took it and stood up. We headed for the dance floor. She was just a tiny thing, maybe 5' 1" and a hundred fifteen pounds soaking wet, but she was so cute. I put my arms around her waist and danced with her.

"So we meet again," I said.

She smiled up at me. "Why don't I believe this is an accident seeing you here? What did Rachel say to you?"

"You want the truth or do you want me to make up some wild story like you've been madly in love with me your whole life and I would be an idiot not to come here tonight and dance with you?" I asked.

"The truth would be nice," smiled Sandy.

"She knows two nice people who are both rather lonely and would probably get along great together. One is her brother and the other is her best friend," I said.

"She always was a smart girl," smiled Sandy as we danced to another song.

Rachel was dancing with a few friends and even danced with me once. I asked her why her girlfriends kept smiling at me.

She laughed and said, "It's something to do with being a bad boy. I don't know why but some women go for guys who are bad or have been in prison. I don't get it but I know it's true. You're kind of a legend, I guess," laughed Rachel.

Sandy spent the night just dancing with me. We talked, smiled and laughed. I can't remember the last time I was with a woman that was so much fun to be with and not have sex. I asked her if I could see her again and she gave me her number.

She told me about her busy schedule but I was welcome to come over to the house to visit. She liked to spend the evening with Sam. I did ask her about her parents since they didn't like me dating Beth; would they have a problem with her dating me?

"Probably, but once they get to know the real you, they might like you," laughed Sandy. "I'm a big girl now and make my own decisions."

I called after work one day and asked to come over. Sandy said it was okay but her parents would be home and we might as well get the introductions out of the way. When I got to the house Sandy answered followed by a cute little girl wobbling along. I picked her up and she smiled at me.

"She's a good judge of men," said Sandy. "She cries when most men hold her."

Mrs. Holdsworth came into the room and Sandy introduced me. She didn't look like the happiest person as she asked me if I was the Randy Webb that dated Beth years ago.

"Yes, ma'am, the same. I will tell you I've change a bit since then."

"Really? Didn't you go to jail for beating up a man?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am, I did. He deserved it and I payed the price for saving my dignity. If you want me to leave your house I'll honor your request. I just wanted to come by and introduce myself to you and maybe spend a little time with Sandy and Sam."

"No, that's not necessary. I've talked with Sandy and she's a level headed girl. If she invited you here then I'm fine with that. I want to thank you for being up front and honest with me. Honesty and truth in a person means a lot."

Sandy and I talked and I held Sam. I had to think back about Shelly's baby. If it would have been mine I would have been a daddy right now. Sammy fell asleep in my arms.

Sandy told me she was going to school for medical billing. It was only a two year course but she couldn't go full time so it would take her three plus years to get her degree. Her mom watched Sam when she went to school and worked.

As time passed I spend at least two nights a week at Sandy's house. I was very content with just being around her. I noticed her parents were a little more comfortable with me. Her dad even started talking to me. He told me he was aggravated at the power company. He was adding an enclosed patio and they told him he had to move the electric box outside of the patio area.

I had told him I did construction but this was something he didn't want to pay to have done. He told me that he wasn't allowed to move the electric box. He had to get an electrician to do it and he called for estimates and the cheapest was almost a thousand dollars

"Mr. Holdsworth, I'm an electrician and if you want it done on the weekend I'll move it for nothing. You might want to consider upgrading to a two hundred amp service. It will cost you a few hundred in parts but you'll save on labor."

He looked at me. "Why would you do it for nothing?" he asked.

"To be honest, sir, I care for Sandy and I consider you a friend. I would never take advantage of a friend."

The following weekend we moved the electric service. Mr. Holdsworth told me to call him Bob and his wife Mary. It made me feel pretty good. After that day I stopped by most every evening and Bob and I worked a couple of hours each evening on his patio. Mary made us dinner and I would spend time with Sandy and Sam when she got home from work.

As time passed, I was falling for Sandy. I loved being around her. One evening when I was getting ready to go home she came out on the porch to say goodnight. When I turned around she put her arms around my neck and kissed me, soft, warm and passionately.

"That's for being a great guy," she said. She kissed me again. "That's for helping my dad." She kissed me one more time. "That's because one of us had to break the ice. I care for you and you care for me. Next time, I'll expect you to take the lead," she smiled.

I kissed her goodnight every time after that. We started going out together every Saturday. We even doubled dated with my sister Rachel. We went to movies, parks and shows. I was feeling like a kid again.

One weekend after going to a movie I told Sandy that I wanted to make love to her. I started to tell her that if she wasn't ready I would understand. 

She told me to shut up. "Take me to your apartment. I've been waiting for this for a very long time."

When we walked in the door she started kissing me. Within minutes we were both undressed and she was lying naked on my bed. We kissed and kissed. I couldn't get enough of her. I hadn't been with a woman since I'd met her. I was kissing her breasts as I lowered my hand down to her mound. I rubbed it as she spread her legs for me.

I slipped one then two fingers into her moist pussy. She was so very wet. I lowered my mouth to the fuzzy part just below her belly button. I was kissing her lower belly and fingering her at the same time. I could hear her moan as I replaced my fingers with my mouth. She kind of screamed out and came all over my face. She was bucking her hips with her hands on my head. I didn't want to stop but I wanted in her.

Earlier she told me she was on birth control ever since she had Sam. I was glad I didn't have to wear a condom. I usually wore them but I didn't need it with Sandy. I loved the feel of coming in a woman.

I raised up and put my cock to the entrance of her pussy. I watched her sweet lips open up as I gently pushed through the folds and watched her pussy devour my cock. Once I was in all the way I began pumping at a slow rhythm. She was bucking hard against me and I knew I wasn't going to last long. I pushed in as far as I could and felt myself come.

Sandy cried out, "God, that feels so good. Oh, God, so good."

After we both came I lay beside her. "Randy, I did it because I love you and have wanted you for so long. If you don't feel the same about me that's alright. I just needed to tell you."

"I do love you, Sandy. You're the only one I think about. I wanted you as bad as you wanted me. We need to give it a little time to make sure that our feelings are real. You can do so much better than me."

"Quit knocking yourself. You're a wonderful man and I'm in love with you. We'll take it slow as long as we can be together and I'll be happy."

"That worked great for me too," I said.

Time passed and I was over at Sandy's regularly. Even though we wanted to make love all the time we didn't. We got togther at my apartment about twice a month and made love and had raw sex all rolled into one.

One day I was talking with Rachel and she asked me if I loved Sandy. I told her of course I did.

"Good thing seeing you're banging her," smiled Rachel.

"What? She told you?" I asked.

"She didn't have to. I told you we were best friends and I could read her like a book. I saw her one day and she never seemed happier. I knew you two had done it and then of course she smiled. She wouldn't give me any details but she said you were great."

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Life went on and really was great. Sandy and I spent time together whenever we could work it into our schedule. I was working more hours trying to save money for our future and she was taking more credits at school to get her degree sooner.

Thanksgiving was coming and I asked her if she and Sam would spend it with me at my parents' house. She had no problem saying yes. All my brothers and sisters were there; even Joe and his wife from Michigan. It was the first time I can remember our whole family being together since we were all adults. It was great.

Sandy felt right at home among us. She knew most of them pretty well, except for the ones from out of state. My older siblings remember her as the little girl with pigtails and braces. It made me laugh when I pictured her as the little kid knowing now that she had a crush on me then.

My oldest brother said that it was the first time that he could ever remember me bringing a woman to the house for Thanksgiving. He was right. The only person I ever brought home to meet the family was Shelly, and she didn't want to come for Thanksgiving. We just came home for the one Christmas but had to go back for that damn New Years party that ruined my life.

Sandy knew I was thinking an unpleasant thought and squeezed my hand. It brought me out of my stupor. I really loved her and decided I would ask her to marry me and give her an engagement ring for Christmas. It would seriously advance our relationship and still take it slow at the same time.

When I told Rachel about it she was as happy as can be. She promised not to give away my surprise. It fact she went shopping with me to buy Sandy a couple of presents and an engagement ring.

I went shopping with Sandy to get Sam a couple of things. I had no idea what to buy the little squirt. I loved her almost as much as I did her mom. Every time I came to the house she came to me. I couldn't resist holding her. Mary said I was the only person she let hold her like that. She said she must feel safe in my lap. It sure made me feel good that Sandy's parents accepted me.

Sandy asked me to come over and spend Christmas morning with her family. It would be her mom and dad, her, Sam and me. I wanted to be there to watch Sam open her presents. There is nothing more precious than watching kids open presents on Christmas morning.

It was fun and everyone was enjoying opening their gifts. Bob and Mary even bought me a pair of work jeans and a work shirt. It brought a tear to my eye knowing they did that for me. I did get them a set of folding chairs to put on their new porch. Sandy helped me pick them out. Sandy thanked me for the couple of items that Rachel had helped me pick out for her. She give me a quick kiss for them. When we were through opening gifts I said, "Wait, there's one more."

I reached behind the tree where I put the ring. Everyone knew what it was. Sandy had tears in her eyes as she unwrapped it. I pulled the ring out of the box and got on one knee.

"Sandy, with your parents as my witness, I'm asking you to be my wife. We don't have to rush into the marriage but I want to know that we will one day be married and be a family. Sandy, will you marry me?"

She held out her hand and said, "Yes, I'll marry you," as I slipped the ring onto her finger. She reached over and give me a hard kiss. I could taste her tears. Her mom had tears also and her dad a big smile.

We cleaned up the mess from opening presents and Mary made us all a big breakfast. I was as happy a man as I had ever been. Finally my life was headed in the right direction. We decided we would get married after Sandy got her degree. She would be done in March with her last classes. We decided that she would be a June bride.

Everything was going well. We were going to have a small wedding until my siblings all said they would be there. Sandy and I decided we would have a small wedding and a big reception to help keep the cost down. I wasn't going to throw all the costs into Bob's lap. We had a talk with him and he agreed to pay for the hall and the trimmings along with the cake.

My family are the type that liked the booze and food at weddings. I told them I would pay for the beer but the booze would be an open bar. I wasn't going to pay so they could all get drunk. My brother Joe from Michigan sent me two thousand dollars as a wedding present. He could afford it but it was still a nice thing to do. He told me it would help defray some up the expenses up front, knowing I was trying to put my life together..

Sandy and Rachel found a caterer who would set us up with a buffet for twelve dollars a head. Because of the size of my side of the family we figured it would be pushing a hundred plus people. Sandy's family would account for about thirty of the guests. 

The plans were coming along fine. One day shortly before Sandy finished school I decided to surprise her and meet her at the school. When I got there the halls only had a few people left in them. Sandy's car was still parked outside. I headed own the hall looking for Sandy.




The Troublemaker



I came to a room with the light on. The door was open and when I looked in, I went numb. There stood Sandy with her arms around a man. Her head was on his shoulder and she was crying.

My stomach fell. Every bad thought I could think of entered my mind. I couldn't believe Sandy would do this to me. I turned to leave before I found myself back in prison when Sandy spotted me.

"Randy! Stop! Stop right now," she said.

I don't know why I didn't keep going. I guess it was the tone of her voice or something in me made me stop.

"Randy, I want you to meet my cousin Bill. He just came from the doctor and was diagnosed with cancer. He'll be starting radiation right away."

I felt like a fool. I walked in and met Bill. He attended the university also. I remember Sandy mentioning him before but it really didn't register. I don't know why I did it because it's not in my character but I hugged the guy and wished him the best.

He said the doctors believe they caught it in time and he was lucky he came in when he did. I reminded him of the wedding and told him I expected him to be there. If he needed anything to let Sandy and me know. After he left Sandy looked at me.

"Randy, please, you have to learn to trust me. I promise you with God as my witness that I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you too much. If you ever have a question or problem with me. Please, tell me and we can talk it over."

I knew she was right. I had to learn to talk first and react second. I apologized for my actions. "It's just my damn jealousy. I'm so sorry for doubting you."

"I want you to be a little jealous and protect me," she smiled. "Just remember that I love you and we need to talk things over and communicate before reacting."

She finished her courses the following week but wouldn't get her diploma till May when the graduation ceremonies would take place. She knew I would be there to see my future wife get her degree.

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Our wedding was great. Sandy was dressed in a beautiful white gown. She said she didn't care what a few people might think. She felt good about herself and she knew I approved also. If anyone didn't like it they didn't say it to us. Joe, my oldest brother was my best man and of course Rachel was the maid of honor.

Bob looked proud walking Sandy down the aisle, but no one was more proud than me when I saw Sandy coming down that aisle. We said our vows and our kiss probably lasted a little longer then necessary, but I didn't care. This was my wife and I wanted the world to know it.

As we left the church I saw Beth, Sandy's sister sitting with her family. I had to wonder what went through her mind when she saw Sandy and me getting married. Later at the reception I asked her to dance and she apologized for not going to the prom with me. She told me it might have been her and me at the altar instead of her little sister. I gave her a big hug and then walked over to my new bride who was smiling.

"I won the grand prize," she told me. I just smiled.

Epilogue:

Life is good. I adopted Sammy. She is my little girl and goes everywhere with me. I even took the day off to take her to her first day of school. Of course Sandy came with us. In her tummy she was carrying our second daughter. Yes, we had our first son nine months after the wedding and she is now pregnant with our third child.

She stopped taking the pill shortly before the wedding. We planned on having a big family. How big? We'll leave that up to God. All I know is that they will all be loved.

Rachel got married the year after us. She's expecting her first child any time now. It's going to be a girl. I wonder if the two cousins will be the best of friends.

Speaking of cousins, Bill took chemotherapy and beat the cancer. He came to our wedding bald but we were glad to have him there. This time I felt good when I saw Sandy cry as she hugged him.

I have learned to control my actions. Sandy and I talk all the time. She was right when she said communication is the answer to a good marriage. She is right but I told her making loves is a close second. She just laughed and kissed me again.

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Thank you for reading my story

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DG Hear