7 comments/ 14017 views/ 12 favorites John and Jill Ch. 02 By: jdcentury All constructive criticism is welcome. As usual, thanks to Papakilo for his gracious and timely editing. ***** Chapter 2 - The Courtship of Jill John took another pull on his beer and recalled his courtship of Jill and his background that was responsible for his attitudes going into the marriage. He would've liked to have of said that was all smooth sailing but that would've been a lie. George Trainor, John's father, was a crusty but lovable factory worker. His father taught him the values and ethics of hard work. George was taught at an early age that hard work was the gateway to a successful life. George went to work at Simmons Fabricating at 18 years of age and had worked his way up to operator of the fabricating press system known as "Big Mo." Big Mo was a 15 ton behemoth of a press that was the centerpiece for the operations at Simmons'. The operator's position was one of the highest-paid jobs, other than management, at the factory. It was a position that George was most proud of. George soon met and married a young girl named Susan Woodward, daughter of Enis Woodward a known area machinist and craftsman. Enis was a widower and took to George rather quickly and was happy that his daughter had taken up with George. He really liked George but worried that his daughter would be too much for George to handle. Susan was headstrong and rebellious and hadn't seemed to grow out of it in her early 20s. When George asked Enis or Susan's hand in marriage, Enis took George aside and warned him about keeping a clamp down on Sue. "George I'm glad that you and Sue are getting married, but you need to know something very important. After her mother died Sue became rather wild and impetuous. I guess I spoiled her, so I'm partially to blame. She's got a wild distant streak and is very hard to control. You need to try to set the rules of the marriage early on and enforce them. I love my daughter, but I fear she will cause you great heartache." "Enis, I love your daughter more than life itself and I will treat her right and give her a good life. All I expect from her is the respect that a wife owes her husband. Those are the rules I'll express to her. I do appreciate your warning, however, and I'll keep a watchful eye." George and Susan had been married for one year when William Trainor came along. Three years later Sue gave birth to John. John was premature and sickly the first three years of his life. When John finally began to thrive, he began to grow faster than most kids his age. In his elementary days at school he was tall and gangly, but quite uncoordinated. Kids made fun of him and he was picked on. This all changed when he hit middle school. He grew into his tall body and began changing, developing great agility for such a big body. John was the apple of Enis Woodward's eye. The boy constantly visited his grandfather's shop on the hill above his own house. He followed his grandfather around like a puppy and Enis taught John to respect all power tools, but not to be afraid of them. He started teaching John everything he could about woodworking and machining, allowing John to use the tools in his shop. John developed more knowledge about tools by taking auto shop and woodshop in high school. John was an astute learner and quickly outshined the other students in school by showing his technical knowledge. Both George and Enis were very proud of John. During this time Billy Trainor was an academic whiz. He also had an impressive knowledge of electronics. He was so fascinated that he got in trouble constantly for taking radios and other electronic devices apart and putting them back together, to see how they worked. This led him to a job at Miller electronics, the town gadget store. Billy earned good grades, while John struggled with anything academic. They both worked hard in school, with Billy being the most intelligent. Where Billy was an electronic whiz kid, John was a mechanical marvel. He bought a broken down old Ford truck from a farmer that was pretty much shot and used his know-how and hard work to build it back up to a reliable running vehicle. John bartered the parts for his truck by working for other people repairing their broken appliances and engines. He re-built an engine for a body shop owner in return for painting his truck. He did this before he could even legally drive. In the end, he had the most impressive vehicle of the non-cool set in high school. All of the teachers that had John in class were amazed as mechanical aptitude. For his sophomore woodshop class project he chose to craft a dining room set. His instructor warned him that it was too ambitious of a project, but John was determined. He augmented a set of plans to build the most beautiful set the instructor ever saw. He not only completed the project on time; he captured the total respect of the faculty. The woodshop instructor even called the rest of the faculty and administration down to look at John's creation. They were mystified by this youngster's ability. John had his grandfather Woodward come down to look at his work and Enis couldn't be prouder. He told John, "Son I couldn't be prouder of you, I can no longer teach you a thing." To show this pride, he came by the house one day and pick John up for a drive. John eagerly got in with Enis wondering what the old man had in store for him. Enis drove up to one of the better neighborhoods in town and stopped in front of the three bedroom ranch style home that was quite run down but still had a good infrastructure. "Why are we stopping here granddad?" John asked as he sat in amazement looking at the ragged looking house. "This place is sure seen better days." "This place has character John. It's only ragged because it hasn't been shown any love and caring. It's got a strong frame and potential limited only by the imagination of someone who wants to love it." "Did you buy this place granddad? I'll be glad to help you fix it up; but I thought you loved your house." "You got it backwards son; I'll help you fix this place up - it's yours." John just sat there opened mouth in total amazement. "My place? I'm only 16 years old." "Yes and by the time you're 18 you should be able to move into this place to live on your own. You should be able to fill it up with furniture of the style you made in that class." With tears in his eyes he looked at the house and was proud that he could be a homeowner at his age. He finally looked at the house the eyes of a mechanical troubleshooter and realized the potential of this home. His grandfather watched the look on his face and beamed with pride. He realized John was hooked. Then John also looked at his grandfather with guilt in his eyes. "Granddad, what about Billy? You're getting this for me what about my brother? He's a hard worker too." "Son, don't worry about your brother, I'm taking care of him as well. I bought him a partnership in Miller electronics while he's in college, so he'll have something solid to come out with to get started." "Granddad, where are you coming up with all this money?" "Son, years ago I bought both Sinclair and Simmons stock. That was back in the tough days when it was cheap. I just sold off a little bit of their stock last week to do this for you and your brother. It was the least I could do after your mother ran off. I felt like I owed you something." "Granddad, I can't tell you how much I love you and appreciate your gift; I won't let you down," as he hugged his grandfather. "Son, you couldn't disappoint me. I know this will be one of the most beautiful houses on the block by the time you're finished. Accept this from the bottom of my heart and the pride of a blessed grandfather." Both John and Enis couldn't control their tears as they hugged each other with strong emotions passing between them. John also felt a melancholy when Enis mentioned to John's mother. John thought back on the bad years. Susan Trainor was a nasty mother who took out her frustrations on both her sons. Nothing George did was good enough to suit her. John remembered the constant griping about how she deserved better than she was getting from her husband. No matter what George did he couldn't placate her. She was always yelling or smacking the boys for nothing consequential. She would just come in mad from taking the clothes down off the line and start smacking the boys around on a whim. This all stopped when they start getting older. One day, when John was 10 and Billy 13, they came home to an empty house. They start making themselves sandwiches for supper when George came home. He asked were their mother was and they said they didn't know. He went into the bedroom to change clothes and he saw a note and the closets and drawers empty. He sat down on the bed and read the note: George, I'm leaving you to your own devices. I can do better in life than to be married to a mill worker. You come home every night with dirt under your fingernails and the smell of machine oil on you. I feel I'm fated to a better life than to be tied down with someone like you. I'll never own the good things in life that I feel I deserve if I stay with you. I have found a man who I think will give me the things I feel I richly deserve. I also feel that your sons will be just as dirty and unrefined as you are and I cannot stand to see it. Maybe if you try hard enough you can get them to amount to something, but I just don't see it. I've taken half of our savings and will not see you again. If you talk to my father tell him I love him and I'll be in touch, but will not return to this worthless town. Susan To say the least, George was devastated. The boys were really not surprised and really did not seem too concerned about it. She had not been much of a mother the last couple of years anyway. The only one that showed them affection or care was George. This was the beginning of bad time for the boys because George retreated into the bottle. Enis became the saving grace by coming down to the house, slapping George out of his drunken stupor, and taking him to the local hospital to get dried out. The boys lived with their grandfather while they were waiting for their dad to get back home. When George came back, he was a new man and explained to the boys that was the three of them against the world. Billy said, "We don't need her any way, we'll show her that we don't need her to teach us what's what. We'll have the best family ever." John was still confused about all of this, because he was only 10 years old. But he looked up to Billy and his father and grandfather Woodward enough to follow their lead. It was not until years later that John understood the circumstances surrounding their family predicament. Life for the Trainors went on from there and they did quite well. The boys learned to cook and were able to have George's and their dinner ready. John became a better cook than Billy because of his mechanical aptitude, being able to follow recipes perfectly. Grandfather Enis joined them for supper many a time. They all talked about every subject that they enjoyed. John relished this time feeling he was getting an education from listening to his father and grandfather. Two years later the Trainor boys were home fixing everyone's dinner when their father came home. George set the boys down and told them he had some bad news for them. "Boys I hate to tell you this, but your mother's been killed. The police came and found me at the factory to notify me that she had been killed in a car accident. The man she was with was drinking and crashed into a utility pole; she was killed instantly," George said as he broke up and sobbed. Both boys tried to comfort their father while dealing with their own initial shock. Although not being in their lives for a couple of years, both boys miss their mother. Billy was angry that their mother chose to leave them and John just felt perplexed. He didn't really miss his mother as much as Billy did because she had treated him so badly or she left. He tried to comfort his brother as much as possible, but his heart wasn't really in it. Life went on for the trainers rather normally for the next few years, when John entered high school. Billy had never been one for sports, not having John's newfound agility. John went out for football and made the JV team his freshman year. He had a growth spurt between midsemester of his freshman year and grew into his body, becoming a force to be reckoned with on the football field. He made varsity his sophomore year. He became a favorite target of the team's quarterback in rough situations. On his 16th birthday George called John into his bedroom one evening to have a heart-to-heart with him. "John, sit down son." John sat on the stool that used to be with his mother's makeup table. "Is something wrong dad?" George looked at him pensively and started talking, "John I'd like to give you some advice. You're starting to date now and because you're a star on the football team, girls are gonna be throwing themselves at you right and left." "I know dad, I won't have unprotected sex." George shook his head and said, "That's very responsible John, but that's not exactly what I want to talk to you about. There are more important things than sex that pass between a man and a woman to make a marriage work. Your mother and I failed at communication. Once you meet a woman who you know you really love, it will seem that that's all there is to it. You are good worker and I want you to a work at keeping your marriage, to whoever it is, a lasting, wholesome one. I want you to follow a couple of rules: 1) Never go to bed angry during an argument. 2) Never end an argument without saying I love you. 3) Always promise your wife to answer any question truthfully about what is bothering her and expect the same from her. 4) always discuss any major purchase or decision with your wife no matter how trivial you think it is. These are in addition to the regular rules of marriage. If you maintain those rules you should always have a good marriage. I had this talk with Billy about three years ago, as well. John looked at his father and acknowledged what had been said. "I promise that I'll always follow those rules dad. I'll always want to have a good close family." George sat down and looked at his son with all the pride he could give. He believed in his son and realized he had a potentially good future. John walked over and hugged his father. You would think having an older brother in high school would mean that the older would protect the younger. Billy was a big guy but was a little nerdish, so got picked on a lot. John actually protected his older brother. John also set himself as a cut above the rest when a girl he didn't know had an argument with her boyfriend who was a senior on the landing of the stairs between floors at their school. She was hiding his cigarettes because she wanted the boyfriend to quit smoking and he got mad. He pushed her so hard she fell down the stairs to the bottom. John was just walking by and had nothing in it. When he saw the episode, he grabbed the boyfriend and flung him down the stairs after her. After this episode John had to fight several bullies in the upper class. They picked the wrong person to mess with, as John easily dispatch them one by one. It gave him a reputation of someone in school not to be messed with. When he caught a couple people messing with his brother he quickly dispatched them too. It was known throughout the school that you did mess with Billy or John Trainor. You would think that Billy would be embarrassed about John taking up for him, but it only drew the boys closer together. Billy just told John that he was a lover not a fighter and obviously got all the brains of the siblings. John was also becoming a person with good common sense, with the knowledge of conflict resolution. He didn't follow the edict that "might makes right." John was more of a person who tried to avoid a fight rather than start one unless his family was being threatened. He would walk 2 miles out of his way to avoid a fight. He treated all the girls he dated with respect and dignity and never had a problem with any of those he dated. They all just wanted more than he was willing to give them at the moment. He was waiting to find that one girl that he felt he loved. That came with the arrival of Mel, but ended before they graduated. From the time John was 16 until his graduation he finally finished his house. Having learned frugal values from his father and grandfather Woodward, John would peruse yard sales and streets in the better neighborhoods on trash day to find the furniture he would repair effortlessly to furnish his house. Everyone who entered his house was amazed at what it was adorned with. They couldn't understand where he got all the money for the beautiful furniture. The day after John graduated high school, he started at Simmons and got to see his dad often, even though he had moved into his house. Billy was off at Culver State University studying electronics. Grandfather Woodward's and academic scholarships paid for his education. Enis Woodward knew that John was not destined for college and instead left half his stock portfolio to John to receive on his 21st birthday. He however, did purchase John several tools for his workshop. John built a 20'x 30' workshop on the hillside behind his house to use for his hobby. When Jillian Sinclair came into his life, he was still smarting a little bit from his disastrous relationship with Mel. Mel left town about two weeks after John began dating Jillian because she was hurt by his new relationship. John set out to make Jill Sinclair his own. He often drove to Culver City to date her on weekends, picking her up at her dorm and going to the movies or to dinner, or combination of both. While there was still good weather, John took Jillian to their special place for picnics. During this time, they were screwing like bunnies at every opportunity. Jill had a strong sex drive and would often initiated lovemaking in risky places. Jill was very daring as well is very insistent when she got in the mood and wouldn't take no for an answer. Any dark place they could get out of sight was fair game for their trysts. John found himself falling further and further in love with Jill. Jill found that she was falling in love with John even more deeply. However, their relationship almost fell completely apart because of one incidence. John and Jill had made plans for a date one Friday night and she called to cancel, stating she had to do something for her parents. John never considered anything amiss, so he paid it no mind. He, Chip, and a bunch of their friends decided to go to Culver to visit Clancy's Pub for a pool tournament. Clancy's had good monetary prizes and it was something to do. Clancy's sat at the edge of the University property and they had to drive past the dorms to get there. Chip was driving along as they passed Jill's dorm and John saw something. Jill was getting into a Corvette convertible dressed to kill. John told Chip to turn around and to follow the Corvette. The Corvette went to a well-known stylish restaurant in Culver and a guy dressed in a nice suit went around to let Jillian out of the car. John was instantly pissed. "So this was your girlfriend's family thing, huh?" Chip asked in an indignant manner. "Well it sure looks like, it doesn't it?" "You want to go on to the tournament?" "No Chip. If you don't mind can we stay here a little while and see what happens?" They sat there for an hour and a half just talking and watching for Jill in her date to come out. When they finally came out, he opened the door for Jill and she got in while he ran around to the other side to get in himself. They drove to Benny's, a well-known college dance club. John was dressed in a black polo shirt and a pair of khakis and decided to go in the club, borrowing a ball cap Chip had in his truck. John and Jill Ch. 02 John walked in and sat at the bar. It took him a while to find Jill and her date at a booth in the back John could keep an eye on them by looking in the mirror. Finally the couple walked to the dance floor and began began to dance to the music in a dirty dancing style that would definitely not pass the boyfriend test. When a slow song came along Jill plastered against the guy like she was glued to him. John watched as the guy ran his hands up and down Jillian's back until finally with both hands, grabbed her ass. Jill made no effort to stop him from his caressing. As John sat there he got angrier, until finally he paid his check and went back to join Chip in the truck. They waited about a half an hour longer until the couple came out of the club and took the car back Jill's dorm. As Jill's date opened the door for Jillian to get out. He pushed Jill against the car and began kissing her passionately. She put her arms around his neck and you could tell that they were tongue jousting as he began dry humping her. Jill reached down to grab the guy's buttocks and began grinding against his crotch. Finally she broke away and he walked her to her door, giving her another passionate kiss. John watched all this with amazement and his heart was breaking. "Well I guess that ends that buddy," John said to Chip. "There are some things that aren't meant to be; maybe this was one of them John. I'm sorry bro." John slammed his fist on the dashboard and said, "I hate deceit more than anything in the world. This was even worse than Mel's jealousy." John was morose for the all of the next week. He was angry and hurt and really thought he had something good with Jill. He didn't contact Jill the entire next week and Jill became concerned. When she called him it didn't go well. "Hello." "John this is Jill. How come you haven't called me honey?" John couldn't believe what he was hearing and just lashed out, "I didn't want to interrupt your rhythm with vetteboy. I mean the way you were all over each other, I sure didn't want to break you two up. I'll leave you to it," as he hung up on her. She instantly called back and when he answered she said, "I don't know what you're talking about John and I'm not used to be talked to like that." "Well if you're going to act like a slut and liar you are to get used to it. Now if you don't mind, I'm working on a woodworking project and I don't have time for this." After he hung up on her a second time she was incensed. She started venting to Ellie, her roommate and Chip's girlfriend. "Jill, you have nobody to blame but yourself. You break a date and Chip and John Saul you with that guy that night. How do you expect him to act?" "Oh my God, John and Chip saw me?" "Yes he saw you and you weren't acting like his girlfriend." "Ellie you know how I act when I dance, I always get excited and things just got out of hand, but only a little bit. It's not like I had sex with the guy." "Jillian, look at it from John's point of view. That man loves you and you deceived him. Chip tells me that that is one thing he hates more than anything. You broke his trust by lying to him. This is all on you." "I've got to do something about this, will you help me?" "I don't know what you can do about it, but I'll try to help if you'll be honest and treat John right; otherwise you're on your own." Jill tried calling John several times over the next few days, without success. John either turned his phone off or refused to answer. He didn't want to go through anymore hurt. He knew he was going to have to talk to her sooner or later, but he preferred later. He just wasn't up for it. John was coming out of Chief's Galley, a small, what could be considered a pub, ran by an old master chief who was a friend of his father's. He did stop for a beer and a burger with fries on his way home after work. All of a sudden he saw vision of loveliness in his right getting out of a car. This being a Friday he was in no hurry and decided to stop and talk. "Hello Marissa, you're looking lovely tonight." "Still the big charmer, I see." "It's my mission in life to see all women smile and you have a pretty one." "John you never fail to amaze me. How are you doing?" "I'm doing fine and how are you?" "Oh, same old, same old; driving between the lines; I'm just going in to get something to eat. Would you like to join me? I mean if you're not too full." "I guess I could have another beer and we can talk while you eat." "I'd be honored if you join me kind sir." After they were there food and drinks Marissa start the conversation. "John, do you know that Mel left town?" "Yes I heard the scuttlebutt that she left a few weeks ago." "You know she left because of you, don't you?" Marissa said as she ate her burger. "Marissa, I'm only responsible for what I do; not what everyone else does." "John, you know she loves you with all her heart. I really think you'll be the only one she ever loves." "Marissa, I I loved the girl, but she had issues. I never seen anybody with a temper like hers and what she did to Lydia was inexcusable. She's lucky she didn't end up in jail. One of these days, Lydia is going to remember the incident and be very angry." "Anyway, what are you doing tonight? Would you mind taking a girl dancing?" "I'd be glad to, but you'll have to give me time to go home and change." "Oh no you don't, I go where you go. I'm not giving you a chance to ditch me John Trainor." "You must not think much of me, if you think I would do that to you." "I'm just joking John. I know you would never treat any woman with disrespect. I'll ride with you to your house to change and just leave my car here while we go to Simon's. That way we can save time and get in more moves." While they were on the way to John's house, they talked a little. "I've been waiting a long time to get you out on a date stud." "What's this stud crap, I've never been a player and you know it?" "Anyone that can get a Sinclair in the sack as well is what Mel told me about you, has to be a stud. I'm sorry but I just call it like I see it." John looked over and took a good look at Marissa. She had quite a body and was very pretty. Her sharp face was perfectly chiseled by her brown hair and looked quite like Jennifer Garner. Her brown eyes sparkled when she got a mischievous look on her face. She had a great ass, with long legs and what looked like a B cup 34 rack. He knew he could do worse. When they got to the house, he offered her a drink and gave her a beer like she chose. He went into the bedroom, laid out his clothes for the evening, undressed, and went into the shower. While he was washing his hair it suddenly got cool in the shower and he noticed someone's hands on his shoulders as Marissa stepped in to the shower. He noticed her little nipples were on high beam and he asked her what she was doing. "John I've waited for this through most of the high school; I'm not going to let this opportunity slip by me. I couldn't do anything before because you were Mel's, but she's gone and I'm going to try to stake my claim." She began soaping him up and grabbed hold of his slowly hardening cock. "My God, Mel was right about one thing, this is quite something to behold or in my case something to hold." John tilted her face up to his and kissed her passionately. As they played tonsil hockey, John reached around and grabbed her taught, muscular butt cheeks with his large hands. She broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes. "Oh my, that feels so good, this evening is going to be a night for the record books," she said as she dropped her knees and engulfed his hardened dick. John felt his knees getting week as she was giving him one of the best blow jobs, he had gotten since Mel. She was massaging his sperm-laden balls as she was literally fucking his cock with her mouth. Her tongue swirling over the head on the out pull of her face was driving him crazy. Her technique was somewhat familiar and then he remembered Mel's technique. Mel had been good, but nothing to this intensity. He then realized that Marissa must've taught Mel, since they were best friends. All he knew was that he was in ecstasy. Finally he couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Marissa honey, I'm going to pop." Marissa just kept up her action and when she felt his balls raise in her hands and his cock swell, she pulled right to the end and began swallowing as John blew his load down her throat. Put her arms around John's thighs to hold him up as is knees weakened. John raised her up and kissed her passionately again, tasting himself in her mouth. "That was fantastic Marissa." "We at the Farnsworth escort service, aim to please Mr. Trainor." "Well you're going to make a ton of money if you're really an escort, especially with those skills." She smacked him on the arm and she pulled him out of the shower after rinsing out her mouth. They dried each other off and John led her to the bedroom. He moved his clothes over to the dresser and laid her down on the bed. Her tuft of trimmed brown hair gaped open to expose her leaking pink gash as she widely spread her legs to John's view. He leaned forward and could smell her weeping sex as his nose flared and his cock re-hardened. He knew by her smell that she was going to taste good, and didn't hesitate to start his oral attack on her juicy quim. He began kissing the insides of her thighs as he worked his way up to his target. As he began slowly inserting his tongue into Marissa's excited quim she began thrusting her pelvis, pushing her cooz into his face. It didn't take her long to flood his mouth and his face with her girl cum. He began his assault on her engorged clitoris causing her to orgasm again. As he inserted two fingers into her cavern and began stimulating her G spot, she came all over his face for the third time and she pushed his face away from her crotch and grabbed his hair pulling him up to her. As she began licking herself off of his face, she reached down with her right hand and grabbed his manhood lining it up to her dripping pussy. He inserted into her with a mighty thrust as she gasped. "Oh my God John, that is some slab of meat. Give it to me baby; FUCK ME RAW!" John began working her hard, stimulating her clit on each stroke with his wiry pubic hair. She was meeting him on his in stroke by pushing her ass off of the bed in complete synchronization with his thrusts. John increased to within jackhammer speeds and force until she stiffened and the walls of her cunt gripped his dick, causing him to come inside her. He continued fucking her until he went soft as she lay there gasping, both of them in a pool of sweat and juices. John rolled over beside her and as they lay together snuggled up to her and began kissing her left nipple while slightly chewing. All of a sudden she shoved him away saying, "No John, too sensitive, way too sensitive. Why don't we get another shower and go dancing." "You want to go dancing after that?" "Honey were just getting started, wait 'til were done dancing and we come back here." She and John went back to take another shower - this time without any sexual hijinks and headed to Simon Says. John felt himself lucky because Marissa was quite a girl, but didn't think he had anything going with her other than sex. He realized that she wasn't who he wanted - it was Jill. However, he knew there was little chance of that. When they arrived at Simon's the place was packed and little-known to him Jillian Sinclair was there as well. It didn't escape her notice that John came in with Marissa. "Who the hell is with John?" Jill asked Ellie, while they sat their table. "That's Marissa Farnsworth, his ex-girlfriend's best friend," Ellie replied to her friend. "She was one of the in crowd at our high school. You may be too late if she's got her hooks into John." Jill felt tears forming in her eyes as she noticed the look on John's date. She couldn't mistake that look of "I've just been fucked" on the girl's face. The anger and hurt that build up in Jillian Sinclair almost couldn't be controlled. She wanted to rip the girl's hair out as well as hit John in the face. She couldn't believe he would do this to her. Ellie tried to stop her as she got up and stomped over to where John and Marissa were sitting with friends. She went up to where John and Marissa were setting and started right in on John. "I see it didn't take you long to replace me you bastard," Jill said as he stood there huffing. John just looked her dead in the eyes and said, "Just about as long as it took you replace me with Vetteboy." "I haven't replaced you with anybody; but you took up with Miss Skank here." Marissa looked at John and said, "Perhaps I should leave you two alone, you've obviously got things to talk about." "You stay right here, I'll be right back," John said as he stood, grabbed Jillian by the arm, and practically dragged her over to the hallway by the bathrooms. "I don't owe you any explanations Jillian, we're not even together anymore." "You didn't even give me a chance to explain myself John." "What's there to explain? You ditched me last Friday night to go out with someone else. And what you were doing sure didn't pass the boyfriend test. I saw everything Jillian. When you danced with him he had his hands all over you and you were dry humping him when you were making out against his car." "Okay John, what I did with him, got a little out of hand. It's not like I fucked him or anything." "It's not so much that you were playing tonsil hockey with the guy and letting him feel you up. It's the fact that you lied to me to break our date so you could go out with some asshole. I loved you Jillian and you broke my heart. I was already too hung up on you obviously. You didn't feel the same way I did" "I didn't lie to you; I told you I had to do something for my father. He was the son of one of my father's customers and was in town looking at the University to possibly go there." "Well if he goes there, you can just take right up where you left off. He'll be in your pants in no time. All you had to do was tell me that you had to entertain someone for your father and I would've been okay. But you couldn't even be honest with me enough to tell me the truth, so there went the trust. Without trust Jillian, there can be no relationship." "What about you; you obviously fucked that stank before you came here. What makes you a better than me? At least I didn't fuck the guy. Besides, you never said anything about being exclusive." "You're right Ms. Sinclair, I didn't. So it should make no difference to you and it should be none of your business if I did. I didn't break a date with you to come here with Marissa and I'll date who I please. Let's just agree to go our own way and chalk this up to two to different sets of values and just call it that what it is. It was nice knowing you Jill, have a nice life." With that John went back to the table with Marissa and took her up on the dance floor to dance. Jillian went back to the table and was crying. Chip went back over and sat with Ellie at her and Jill's table. "You men are such assholes," Jillian said to no one in particular. Chip said, "Well it's a good thing that I'm not one then, or I'd have to feel bad." Jill looked at Chip and said, "I'm sorry Chip; you really treat Ellie well." "Apology accepted Jill. And to correct you, John treated you like a queen. You really can't blame him for being angry and not treating you well. I was with him when he saw you and you tore his heart out. Didn't you realize that he thinks you're out of his class anyway and didn't see himself keeping you any length of time. Honesty and trust are a big things with John. You can't lie to him and expect him to stay with you." "Okay I was wrong; I didn't think it was any big deal. I didn't sleep with the guy." "Look at from John's point of view Jill. What would you have done if John would've canceled your date and you saw him making out and feeling up some other girl? What would've been your reaction?" "Okay, okay; I see your point. I already admitted to Ellie that I fucked up; I don't know what else to do. He won't even let me apologize to him and has already taken up with that skank." "You have to give it some time Jill. If it's any consolation to you; Marissa Farnsworth is not John's type. I don't see them together any length of time. This was probably one time thing with him and her. John will be honest with her and that's probably the last you'll see of her." When the evening was over John was taking Marissa supposedly back to her car. "What are we doing here John?" as they pulled up in front of Chief's Galley by her car. I want to go back to your house and do a little more of what we did earlier." "I'm all danced out for the night Marissa." "That's not what I'm talking about honey," as she slapped him on his shoulder playfully. "I actually intend to let you fuck my brains out the rest of the night." "Marissa I respect you too much to lead you on. There really isn't any spark that I'm feeling between you and I; I need to be honest with you." "Well that's sure blunt John." "Marissa, I think too much of you to take advantage of you. I just want to be up front. There is not going to be a relationship between you and I. I'll be honest with you, even if I was over Jill, which I'm not, it's too soon for me anyway. Thank you for the night, I had a wonderful time." "Whoa up there boy, you're not ditching me this early. Maybe you should take me home with you and have your way with me. You're not taking advantage of me when I want what you've got to offer. Yes I am disappointed that you don't feel anything for me. But can you deny that you enjoyed what we did earlier? I want more of that; that's the best fucking I've had in a long time. None of my boyfriends ever made me come like that. " "No I won't deny it Marissa; it was one of the best nights I've had long time. I just wanted to warn you." "Well now you've warned me, so take me back to your house and give me the fucking that I so richly deserve." John did just that; taking her back to his house and having his way with her. They fucked a total of three times and Marissa wasn't walking too straight when John took her back to her car. As she kissed him goodbye he said, "John you're a true gentleman and you always have been. I can see now why Mel loves you so much and I wish there could've been something between us. If you can ever find it in your heart and you need it, I would be glad to give you another night like we had. I know it's one I'll remember for the rest of my life." "Thank you Marissa and you never know what might happen down the road, " John said as he drove back to his house. ************ What happened down the road, surprisingly to John, was that Marissa went into the electric store that Billy worked at and they started chatting, began dating, and eventually married. Obviously no mention was ever made of the connection between John and Marissa to Billy. John was working on a project for Mr. Simmons on the side. Mr. Simmons had heard of John's woodworking talent and had seen pictures. He commissioned John to make a storage bench for Simmons' wife in the Quaker style and to be as ornate as possible. So it was to be a hybrid. John put his energy and his extra time into finishing the job in his workshop. The next Friday evening he was working diligently in his workshop at his house when he felt a slight coolness in the air in his shop. He looked over and there at the door stood Jillian. "Well come in or stay out, but close the door; I'm not heating the outside." John and Jill Ch. 02 Jill walked right over to John, grabbed his arm, and looked him square in the eyes and said, "You're going to stand here let me apologize to you John Trainor. I love you with all my heart and I fucked up and I want to be back in your life. Please." "I don't know Jill; I think you and I are just different people. You break a date with me, let your family pimp you out, and you're all over some asshole, and you don't seem to think you did anything wrong. I find that troubling, don't you?" "I'm so sorry John. Please give me another chance. I just got keyed up dancing and things got out of hand. I promise you if you give me another chance, I'll never do anything that stupid again. It really did mean anything and besides, we weren't in a technically committed relationship." John looked into her pleading eyes and felt his will crumbling. But then he steeled his resolve and continued, "I'm not in the technicalities but I am into trust. I can't have a relationship with somebody that I can't trust; and you proved me that I can't trust you and that you let your parents pimp you out." "My parents asked me to take out that guy, who is the son of my father's friend, to show him a good time." "And you sure showed him a good time, you did everything but fuck him." "John it's not like that, I'm in love with you." "But you blow me off and go out with him. That's not something you do to someone you love." "John I promise; from now on no one but you. Just give me a chance to show you and I'll prove it to you. Please don't shut me out." John looked into her pleading eyes and saw all she was telling the truth. So he decided to give her a second chance. "Jillian, against my better sense, I'm going to give you a second chance. But if you mess this one up, we're done." "Oh John, you won't regret this I promise you," she said as she began kissing him all over his face and hugging him with all of her mite. Thus John and Jill became an exclusive couple and their love just seemed to grow stronger with time. They dated for the next six months, with Jill spending the weekends at John's house. They were so compatible sexually, that John felt like he was in heaven for the next six months. They actually planned to marry in the next 4 to 5 months. John took Jill to meet his dad and his grandfather Enis. This didn't go as well as John planned it. His dad and grandfather were cordial and quick to relate amusing anecdotes about John's childhood that did well to embarrass him to death. Enis took John to the side before they left and gave John some surprising advice. "Son let me tell you; this is one you better be wary of. I don't think that she's on your level and down to earth. She just doesn't seem right for you; I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this. But you know I only want what's best for you." "Granddad, this is one time I think you're wrong. Besides I'd really like to find out for myself. I love her with all my heart." Enis just shook his head and said, "That's what I'm afraid of son." As they drove off, Enis just shook his head and thought that his grandson was heading for major trouble in his life he just couldn't see it for the fog of love. Oh well, young people have to find out things for themselves. He just hoped that he was wrong about the girl and his grandson had a great life. ************ Then came the time John had dreaded all along; it was time to meet Jillian's parents. He knew they were not going to be happy with him and he wasn't wrong in his first thoughts. As they drove up to Culver and to Mount Henry which was a mountain above Culver named after Henry Sinclair, Jillian's grandfather. Sinclair industries had started out building railroad cars to haul coal and boxcars to carry freight and had continued building through the decades. Henry Sinclair was a visionary who realized that eventually the railroads would eventually slow down in their services after government subsidies dried up. Therefore, he realized that his company would need to diversify to survive in the long term. He had the wherewithal to buy other companies such as steel cable manufacturers, telecommunication companies, and other breakthrough companies. He even bought medical device manufacturers because he knew there was always going to be in need. He secured several government contracts through his corporation and actually cornered several markets because of his wiley business sense. He became a multimillionaire and one of the powerbrokers in US business. When he died in a plane crash at 61, everything went to his wife, whose death followed one year later passing everything to their only son Boston. Boston Sinclair was one of the most ruthless businessmen anyone had seen since Carnegie. He was a perfect fit to run the corporation his father built. He ruled with an iron fist and expected things to go his way. His three children Andrew, Henry II, and Jillian were expected to tow the line. Jillian had already bucked her parents will by studying interior design instead of business administration. Boston wanted all of his children to eventually work in the family business. Jill saw right away that this was not going to be her forte. Boston had very definite paths for all of his children that he expected them to follow. Her older brothers were already working for his business and he was sure that eventually Jillian would follow suit. It was just going to take him time. When John and Jillian drove up to Mount Henry to the palatial home of the Sinclair's to say he was intimidated would have been an understatement. Mr. Simmons the plant owner where he worked had a house that was six bedrooms and was in half the size of the Sinclair mansion. Jillian assured him he had nothing to worry about, but John was unsettled nonetheless. When John and Jill were met at the door by a Butler, John realized he was in "Kansas" anymore. John walked in to a hall that was so immense that it was two stories high with one of the largest glass chandeliers that John would never thought existed. There were twin curved staircases with railings of ornate spindles that looked to be hand-carved gracing the banisters. John walked immediately over to the stairwell to get a closer look at the ornate craftsmanship. All the walls were adorned with paintings and had beautiful oak trim both top and bottom, the top adorned with dental molding. The paintings alone he knew were upper-class. He figured each painting was one year of his salary. Although he thought the house artistically beautiful, it only served to make him feel more intimidated. The butler asked the couple to wait in the study and they followed him into a large room of nothing but bookcases, an ornate mahogany desk and leather furniture. Each wall was a bookcase that completely covered the entire wall. In the corner was a table with a large ornate chess set flanked by two chairs. He found that to be a metaphor for this visit. John played chess with his grandfather Enis and really enjoyed the game for the strategy. He realized this whole visit needed to have a strategy for him to survive. He went over to study the chess set and realized that it probably cost upwards of $50,000. The set was ivory with detailed facial features for the Knights, Kings and Queens, the eyes being small rubies. "It's a fine set is in it; it was given to my father by the head of standard oil 50 years ago. Be careful with the pieces, they can't be replaced," said a large 50ish man with wire rim glasses dressed in a suit standing by Jillian with his arm around her lovingly. "I'm being quite careful sir; I realize a thing of beauty needs to be carefully handled." "You are right Jillian; he is a charming fellow." "You play chess young man? Oh that's right, you probably don't have much time to play working in a factory." "I still twist'em up with my grandfather every once in a while when we have time." "No, no, no my boy. With a game like chess, you need to play weekly to keep a good game to any level that's good." "I think your love and appreciation of something will keep you to a level that keeps you into a game sir." Boston Lawrence Sinclair walked over and extended his meaty hand to John and tried to crush his hand as a form of intimidation. John's gripped the old man's hand with equal strength that completely surprised Jill's father. "I've always hated a wimpy handshake." The old man said as he drew his hand back and rubbing his hand to get some circulation back. "It's nice to meet you son. Jillian's told us a lot about you." Boston Sinclair's tone of voice was not a bit friendly. John had dealt with people that didn't like him before. He was not the least bit intimidated now, just angry. He channeled his anger into his wry wit and his ability to take up for himself. He knew he was going to have to defeat Boston Sinclair at his own game. Jillian had a concerned look on her face the moment her dad came into the room. It hadn't changed during John and Boston's conversation. She figured John could take care of himself, but she was ready to step in if need be. "Let's go and have lunch and have you meet my wife, sons and their families," Boston said as he led Jillian and John to the dining area. When they entered the dining room the rest of the family was already seated. Boston began walking John around the table to introduce his wife Evelyn, his oldest son Andrew and his wife Constance, and finally Henry I I and his wife Hope. Evelyn barely gave him a forced smile, Andrew a condescending smirk, but Henry and both wives were very pleasant when they shook his hand. He did notice that both the Sinclair son's handshakes were quite soft in strength. It was evident to John that none of these men had ever done a hard physical day of work in their lives. As they sat down to lunch the Sinclair family men were forced into business conversation by their father. They were actually only comfortable talking business and quick to put down the current national government. John didn't hold with talking politics, so he wisely refrained from talking. Finally, he was goaded into talking by Boston Sinclair himself. "I hear old man Simmons' business isn't exactly doing very well right now." "I hate to be the one to correct you sir, but who's ever feeding you information is steering you wrong. We're at peak production and are turning out more product than we have in 20 years according to my father who's been there quite a few years himself. He said we've never been producing as much product as we have these past six months. I know that I'm fixing machines more than I have since I went to work there." "I'm sure you're very loyal to your company, but I think you're wrong about their production. I think they need a new infusion of ownership to turn that place around and more sound management practices. I may just have to buy that place." "I don't think you could find a better boss than Mr. Simmons and the men that work there love it. Mr. Simmons loves his business and I don't think he would part with it, begging your pardon sir." Boston Sinclair just scoffed and continued badgering his sons about their work at his business. It was time for Jillian to speak up. "Now daddy, not in front of company, you're embarrassing the Drew and Henry." "Pish-posh girl; any of my sons should be able to defend their business performance in front of anybody. I don't think I raised a couple of wimps who can't take up for themselves." It was easy to see that the boys and their wives felt unnerved by Boston's words. John changed the subject to talk about how good Jillian was doing in her studies. Boston just let out a sigh and said, "What do you expect boy, she's a Sinclair." "Sir with all due respect, I'm not a boy; I'm a man who has a job and earns a good living." "The boy was just rhetorical, son don't get back on your heels." "Just the same sir, that's why I like working for Mr. Simmons. He's not afraid to come down and pat a man on the back for a job well done. That's why he commands such respect from his workers." "Nonsense son, people don't necessarily deserve a pat on the back for a job they're getting paid to do to begin with. That's not a way to manage people. If you're the boss, you're the BOSS not their buddy. If it's the carrot or the stick, I believe in using the stick." "I disagree sir. I haven't had management training, but I know that you surely have better production from an outfit when you treat the employees respectfully and your business runs smoother." "What do you know about it, you're just a maintenance worker." "I may be just a working stiff, but I know what I hear around the plant from the guys that worked there and most of them would walk over hot coals for Mr. Simmons." "Daddy, John let's stop all this talk of business it's rude. You're leaving us women out." Jillian said as sternly as she could and the women almost nodded their heads in agreement. Boston Sinclair stood and turned to John saying, "Why don't we go play a game of chess young man." John stood and followed the large man into the study, while the rest of the family made small talk. When John stood as Jillian came in and walked over to the chessboard, it didn't escape Jill that quite a number of her father's pieces were missing off the board. "Daddy I do believe he's kicking your butt." "Quiet... Quiet, I'm concentrating," Boston said with a wave of his hand and looking studiously and unbelievably at the chessboard. John just looked up at her and smiled. Boston made a move with his black bishop to his King's 4 and John countered with his queen to capture Boston's queen in the Kings Row. "I believe that is check and mate sir." Boston stood angrily and exclaimed loudly, "What the fuck do you mean mate?" as he picked up one of his pawns and throwing it across the room through one of the book case glass doors breaking the glass into several pieces. Jillian ran over to the bookcase and reached in to grab the pawn wiping it on her jeans gingerly. "Daddy I can't believe you did that, luckily ivory is stronger than glass. It's only a game." John was glad that Jillian was unaware of the initial conversation her dad had had with John earlier when they sat down to play. John understood his anger to be more from the remnants of that conversation than actually losing the game. Losing the game was just the final straw. "John Trainor, you're not good enough for my daughter. She has more class than you and she's smarter than you. I raised my daughter to be a Sinclair not some mill hand's wife." "Well then, I guess it's a good thing I'm marrying her and not you, isn't it? I actually wanted to ask you for your daughter's hand, but guess that's out now. Although it's still her decision to make. She's of age and she knows what she wants." "Bullshit, you arrogant prick, I have plans for my daughter and they don't include you." "Now you see sir, that's where you're wrong; all I've heard is You... You... You. And we're talking about her and I. I won't marry her because of what you want, but in spite of you. If she wants to marry me I'm her man." After the chess game, John and Jillian left to go back to John's house. On the way Jillian slid across the truck seat to place her arm through John's right arm. "I'm so proud of you honey, more than I've ever been." ************ After I got back to John's house Jillian attacked John as soon as they got through the door. She practically ripped his clothes off while dragging him into the bedroom. After she was disrobed John started nipping at her ears and gently nipping her neck as she pushed him away. "None of that John, I want you inside me. I'm so wet it's running down my legs; can't you smell me? You have me so hot the way you stood up to my dad. I was in the doorway and heard your conversation before I came in. Nobody has ever fought for me and stood up to my dad. You cut him down to size today and I love you for it." "I love you too Jillian, more than you'll ever know. Please be my wife?" as he pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it to display his grandmother's engagement ring. "Oh YES... YES... YES I'll marry you." John picked her up in his strong arms and lay her gingerly on the bed and dropped his face to her dripping cunt. He began eating her with a frenzy, driving her up the wall with his talented tongue. As he circled her sensitive clit, she cried out as her abdominal muscles stiffened and she came in his face pushing her pussy up against his now soaked face. John knee walked up to line up his raging dick to insert into her dripping cooz and inserted slowly into her while she raised up to meet him. When he bumped against her cervix she let out a long sigh and came again. John developed a slow rhythmic movement in the dance of love. Jill met every thrust with one of her own pelvis and soon became frenzied with lust; forcing John did increase his pace. He began to thrust harder and faster, with every thrust eliciting a grunt from Jillian. John could feel the walls of her quim tightly grabbing his plunging member, while he was riding her to another orgasm. He reached around and grabbed Jill's taut ass cheeks to force himself into her deeper until finally she screamed out his name and bathed his steel hard rod in her girl cum. Finally John could hold out no longer and he emptied several ropes of cum into her. He continued thrusting until he finally softened and lay down beside her. She lay there panting in post orgasmic bless and reached over to kiss him with a mighty and passionate tongue thrust. She broke back away still out of breath and panting in between her words. "Oh my God John Trainor, I've never come that way before my life. Please never leave me, I love you so much." John caught his breath and said, "I'll never leave you Jillian, you'd have to leave me. I love you too sweetheart. As I told your dad; I'm marrying you, not your family. I'll be cordial to them, but I don't have to like them." They were married four months later, to the chagrin of her family. Her mother complained that that was not nearly enough time to plan a wedding. Her dad was not pleased to pay for it and John was unsure they could plan anything large that quickly. John grossly underestimated the abilities of the Sinclair women. Evelyn, Connie, Hope, and Jillian buckled down and had everything ordered and arranged. Invitations were printed by a company that Sinclair Industries owned and therefore could be prioritized. They were done in scripted style on linen paper within one week and ready to send out. John's list of relatives and friends small, while Jillian's were in the hundreds. Most of the industrial might of the US were invited and most RSVPed. The reception was to be held at the Culver country club, with the wedding at the Methodist Cathedral near the University. John saved a lot of money and mailing by just hanging the invitation to the wedding on the company bulletin board. Several of his friends RSVPed as well, with his friend Mac flying in from school. Chip was to be his best man and was elated. Jillian's sisters and Ellie were to be her bridesmaids - Ellie being her maid of honor. John was overwhelmed by the size of the wedding and what it was to cost and was only glad he didn't have to pay for it. Although Evelyn wasn't happy about the wedding in the first place she was remarked to said that no Sinclair, especially her daughter, was going to have a shabby wedding. As her father walked her up the aisle John quickly noted the scowl on his face fitting perfectly with the one on her mother's. They did at least smile during the wedding pictures, but John and Jillian noted later that they were definitely forced smiles. John didn't really care; he was just happy to have his lovely wife. John and Jill Ch. 02 A strange thing that happened at reception that John didn't notice. He called Mac over to meet Jillian and they instantly bonded. John completely missed the hungry look that Mac gave Jillian, that was to figure in his problems later in their marriage. They honeymooned in Aruba, courtesy of Enis Woodward. This ended up pissing Boston Sinclair off immensely because he wanted them to go to the Bahamas. Jillian chose Aruba for their culmination of marriage enjoyment. They went for two weeks and came back to set up house in John's home, while Jillian attempted to finish school.