24 comments/ 28020 views/ 4 favorites The Exiled One Ch. 01 By: deadrabbits Note from author: I know a number of you did not like use of 'the narrator' in my first story. However, I wrote of lot of this story (and a few others) before that first one and I didn't really want to take the time to do a rewrite. Sorry. In any case, I hope you enjoy part 1 of 'The Exiled One'. As in my previous story, the bulk of the eroticism will be in part 2. * The Narrator In the park, a song plays from a nearby radio... 'All alone am I..ever since your goodbye..all alone with just the beat of my heart.'People all around but I don't hear a sound...just the lonely beating of my heart' Lyrics from the song 'All Alone Am I', performed by Brenda Lee, 1962, Decca Records * Jennifer Sands is visiting the park. The attractive twenty-eight year old comes to the park now and then with the hopes of raising her spirits, but as with most visits recently, it just doesn't seem to be working. Although she is surrounded by throngs of happy people on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, she sits quietly with an emotionless expression. Each day that goes by adds to her despair, because in her mind there is nothing left to live for. For all those that are near and dear to her are either dead, insane, gone or have simply turned their backs on her. Jennifer is beginning to have thoughts of the unthinkable, yes, to take her own life. If there is anyone here on earth in need of help, it's Jennifer Sands. Jennifer's view The couple was in the midst of spreading their blanket when I noticed them. At first I thought she was rather fat, but when she removed her jacket it became evident that she was quite pregnant. They sat down next each other, hip to hip, but facing in opposite directions, so that with a slight tilt they could easily be face-to-face. I saw him look at her longingly and when she kissed him I saw the diamond on her left hand. I looked at her with such envy, wondering if she knew just exactly how lucky she is. Happy, married, and expecting a child. She was living what was supposed to be my life, but one mistake, just one incredibly stupid moment of poor judgment, destroyed what should have been a long, happy life into one of absolute misery. The Narrator Greg Stillman is a project manager at the XYZ Corporation and this has been one hell of a week for him. The rumor mill had been in full tilt throughout and everyone was anxious to know the outcome of Thursday nights' management meeting. The 'secret' management meeting that everyone knew about would result in the announcements regarding the third and final round of company layoffs. Greg's staff had already been pared down from 18 to 12 and the remaining staff had been working exceedingly hard. Since Greg was financially comfortable, he was not worried about himself, but sick to his stomach with the thought of having to let another person go. Fortunately, much to his relief, his group was spared, and in addition, upper management wanted it clearly communicated to all that this was definitely the final layoff, and with newly signed contracts, the future of the company indeed looked bright. On Friday morning, Greg held a staff meeting at start-of-day to convey the good news. Nearly everyone was bursting at the seems with jubilation. Everyone except Jennifer, who seemed to take it all in stride. It appeared to him that her smile seemed to be almost superficial or forced. This puzzled Greg and for the rest of the day he kept thinking about it on and off, so much so that it was bound to become a discussion item at tonight's dinner with his girlfriend, Evelyn. Greg's first wife died of cancer nearly four years ago and Evelyn was his first real relationship since his devastating loss. In addition to being his lover, she was his best friend. It was not unusual for him to discuss work issues with her, as he found her background as a trained psychologist to be most helpful. Greg's view I was in the midst of discussing today's events with Evelyn. "And that's how it went. Jennifer seemed completely unmoved by the news. To her it was just another 'whatever' moment. I don't get it. Something's not right. I think I should do something, but I'm just not sure what." Evelyn responded, "Out of all your staff members, this Jennifer woman has to be one that you've talked to me about the least." "Well, this is because I actually talk to her the least. She's capable, independent and requires a minimum of supervision. Comes in early, leaves late. Never misses a deadline. Probably the best tech writer I've ever worked with. She's a model employee actually. However, whenever I try getting her to talk about anything personal, the subject is quickly changed. I'm beginning to wonder if she's either 'on the lam' or in witness protection. I've never meet anyone so guarded. By contrast, take the new temp, Jeff. Even though he's only been around three weeks, I already know where he lives, what kind of car he drives, his wife's name, and the fact that he just got a new dog named Peedee. With Jennifer, I just know her address and phone number. That's it. Period." "Well, I see what you mean." "Another thing that I've noticed lately is her physical appearance. I think she lost a fair amount of weight because clothes I've seen her wear before seem to be fitting rather loose now, and she's not wearing her hair as nice, or paying close detail to her makeup." "Based upon what you've said so far, I think you're right. We've got to find out what's going on. I see a lot of red flags here." After discussing the situation for awhile, I quickly latched onto one of Evelyn's ideas. She suggested coming into work for a visit and then inviting Jennifer over to her place for dinner. I would be there, of course, but would leave on a fake errand to 'get more wine', leaving the two girls there to have some girl talk. That's when Evelyn would try to get Jennifer to open up. Jennifer's view Since I had not gone to the company cookout, I had not met Evelyn before. She seemed nice, and I didn't want to get on the boss' bad side, so I accepted the invitation. At least it was something different than watching TV. Evelyn's view Dinner went about as I expected. Early discussions were mostly centered around workplace issues, then slowly moved to issues involving Greg and I. Greg was right on the money with regard to getting information from Jennifer. She was adept, either consciously or sub-consciously, at deflecting conversational focus whenever it looked like she was going to have to surrender anything personal. Just as planned, it was time for Greg to make a move. "Ok, ladies. I'm going to run out to get more wine. Do we need anything else?" "How about some cheesecake?" "You got it." After Greg left, Jennifer and I moved to the living room. Based upon what I'd heard, and not heard, so far, I knew I was going to have to be more direct. So I went for it. "Now that Greg is gone, I thought we might have some girl talk. Jennifer, are you happy at XYZ?" "Yes, Of course. Is Greg unhappy with my work?" "Not in the least. In fact, he said you are doing a tremendous job, but he's still a little concerned. He's under the impression that you've been very unhappy lately and this feeling was only made stronger by your rather unenthusiastic response to the recent company announcement." "I glad he's happy with my work. This job is about the only thing that going good for me." "Now how is that? You're a beautiful young women. You should have the world at your feet. When Greg thinks something's wrong, there usually is. He's a good man and I'm not just saying that just because he's my guy. He truly cares about all the members of his staff, including you. We know we have no right to pressure you into talking about your personal life, but if either one of us can help you, in any way, we want to. Look, we've talked here for over an hour and a half, and you haven't mentioned a friend or any family member at all. If there is something bothering you, I wish you would talk to me." I saw Jennifer swallow and take a deep breath. "I came here about a year ago and moved back in with my mother. Soon after I arrived, I started noticing that she was getting very forgetful and that something wasn't quite right. When I took her to the doctor, she was diagnosed with early on-set dementia, so I had to have her committed to a nursing home. This meant I had to sell the house I grew up in and move to an apartment. That's why I had to take those 4 days off in the spring. Now the nursing home is sucking away all the money from the sale. In about 5 months, all the money will be gone. The last time I went to see mom, she didn't even know who I was." Jennifer was trying her best not to cry, and I had a feeling that the dam was about to break. Little did I know that the worst was yet to come. "Why didn't you talk to a friend or Greg about this? My brother is an attorney. I know he can get some of those sale proceeds protected. Didn't you have a friend you could talk to?" Jennifer hung her head. "I didn't want to bother anyone at work with my problems. As far as friends go, you're the closest thing to a friend I've had in over a year." "How can this be?" Tears were now running down Jennifer's face, and her bottom lip was starting to quiver. "I had a life once. A year ago I was married. I'm probably still married. Married to a kind, wonderful man. His name was Jason. The kind of a man you meet once in a lifetime, but then I did a bad thing, a very bad thing." Jennifer had to compose herself between sentences. "We were together for over four years, married for three of them. Jason was working really hard and was able to buy a house for us. I changed jobs to help with the bills, then started working late more often because I thought I had a good chance of getting promoted. I had been working for the same man, Ed, for more than 6 months and although he was always a little 'touchy feely', I generally trusted him. One night he bought me a dinner where we discussed the new job he wanted to create for me. I wanted that job and the $15,000 raise that went with it so bad. It meant that Jason wouldn't have to kill himself working so hard. I was so stupid! I knew I shouldn't have had the drinks with dinner. Afterward, we were back at the office where I was demoing a new screen design. He was behind me. At first he was just watching, but then he started touching me. First my shoulders, then my arms. When I offered no real protest he became even bolder, first softly cupping my breasts and then slowly running his hand up my skirt and kissing my neck. Like a fool, I let it happen. I LET IT ALL HAPPEN! His touch made me wet and breathing heavy. Before I knew it, my panties were off and his tongue was in my pussy. By then I was like a zombie, offering no resistance when he spread my legs and entered me." Jennifer was crying now, her face bright red. "Afterward he said he was 'sorry that he didn't last very long' and said it would be better the next time. When I realized what he'd said and what had happened, it dawned on me just how stupid I'd been. When I said 'there isn't going to be a next time', he said 'you don't want your husband to find out about this, do you?'. He was going to blackmail me into more sex. I just couldn't allow that, so I went right home and confessed to Jason what had happened. At first he looked hurt and on the verge of tears, but then he went berserk, saying I was incredibly stupid for allowing myself to get into such a situation. He kept asking me over and over 'were you raped?'.... 'were you raped?', and I had to keep saying saying 'no'. He asked me "so you willingly allowed him to fuck you right there in his office, all over a possibly non-existent promotion and raise." I just nodded 'yes'. He screamed "Take that ring off...take that ring off right now..right now...that was my Grandmother's ring and I won't have you wearing it another second!" After I did, then he screamed "NOW GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE. GET THE FUCK OUT! GET OUT". I was so scared. Jason had never raised his voice to me. I ran out and haven't seen or talked to him since. Every day I'm haunted by his image, the hurt in his eyes as I told him that another man had been with me. You see, it's hopeless, my life is over." I ran over to her and held her, comforting her the best I could. This girl was in tremendous pain and was sobbing uncontrollably. When Greg quietly came back, I waved him away to not come into the room. Recognizing that Jennifer was near total exhaustion, I asked her if she wanted to spend the night. "But I have to go to work in the morning." "No. I'm pretty sure I can clear it with your boss." "Ok." I got Jennifer upstairs and within minutes she was sound asleep in my bed. I quickly met an anxious Greg downstairs. He looking horrified as I related the story that Jennifer had told. "Damn. I'm not sure I can fix this." Greg said. "Well, you sure in hell need to try." Greg grabbed the phone. "Hi, Steve. Sorry for disturbing you at home, but I need a favor. Can you give me the name and number of your private detective pal? It's urgent." The Narrator Greg Stillman lives very comfortably. His net worth has been significantly bolstered from family inheritances whereas his mother had 4 older sisters, three of them married, but Greg was the only child from these relationships. So eventually all the estate monies had flowed down to him. However, long before getting any of these monies, his parents had instilled a strong work ethic in him. He has always worked, and for the most part has been careful with his money, but anyone who really knows Greg understands that this monetary carefulness does not extent to three areas: The Cedar Hill Country Club, his Porsche 911SC, and the welfare of others. Especially helping others. Greg had hired the PI without even asking how much it would cost. Greg knew that the Porsche would be perfect for the long trip that had to be made. After purchasing it years ago, it had steadily been transformed into a real road burner. Much to the chagrin of many of his Porsche buddies, he had decided to go to the 'dark side'. He was tired of having run-of-the-mill rides like Mitsubishi Eclipses and Subaru WRX's pulling away from him, so in addition to transferring the standard SC body to a 'wide-body' one, he replaced the tired 3.0 liter six with a 500 hp LS1 V8 monster. With that it place there was no car in the area that could keep up with him. Greg's view I figured that if I left at five o'clock Saturday morning I could be in Bridgeville by 8:30 -- 8:45 AM, hopefully to talk to the only man that Evelyn and I truly believe could save Jennifer. So, armed with the info supplied by the private investigator, I hit the road, blasting along the highway at about 90 mph. This whole thing was a crazy gamble, as he might be out of town, have moved elsewhere, etc, but I did not want to risk a phone call on something like this. It had to be face-to-face, as it's just would be too easy for him to hang up on a call involving what was surely to be a difficult discussion. The trip took less time that I had estimated, but not wanting to actually ring any doorbell before 9:00 am, I wound up at a Dunkin Donuts a short distance from the address I was given. As I sipped coffee, I went over and over what I was going to say when I first arrived. I had to be on my 'A' game for this, as my exact choice of words could be critical to getting the opportunity to fully explain everything. Before I stood up to leave, I looked at the info sheet, one last time. Jason Hampton Caucasian male, age 29 6 feet, 200 lbs dark hair, blue eyes Last known address: 143A Willow Street, Bridgeville Arrests: 2 Convictions: 1 Auto: 2010 Ford, Plate # X45967 When I pulled up to the address, I saw a large brown colonial with a right-side breezeway connected to a 2 car garage. There was a small, separate parking area on the left side. Sure enough, parked in this left-side area was a 2010 Ford Mustang with plate X45967. Bingo! His car was there! So I pulled in next to it. It was obvious that '143A' address was the 'in-law' apartment on the left side. As I approached the door, I nervously wondered what type of a reception I was going to get. End of part 1 Authors note: What will happen in part 2? Will Jason return with Greg? Will Jason forgive Jennifer? Does Jason have a new lover? Stay turned for part 2... The Exiled One Ch. 02 Note from the author: Based upon the ratings I've received from part 1, I realize I should have waited and submitted the story as one piece, but I was anxious to get things going and thought that I could generate some heightened interest for part 2. If you haven't read part 1, please do. (It's a quick one page read.) Otherwise, part 2 will not make much sense. In any case, please enjoy part 2, the conclusion of 'The Exiled One'. * Greg's view When I knocked on the door, it opened almost immediately which made me think that he probably heard the rumble of the Porsche. It any case, our conversation started. "Are you Jason Hampton?" "Yes." "I've come here to talk to you about Jennifer." I couldn't tell if he about to shut the door on me or not, but he had an angry look. "Did she send you here?" "No. She definitely does not know I'm here. Frankly, if I had told her I was going to see you, I don't know if she'd have said 'please do' or 'please don't'." "Look, I've been trying for the better part of a year now to forget about her, not remember her. Maybe you should just...." I interrupted him. "Look, Mr. Hampton, please don't shut me out. I've traveled nearly 4 hours for the opportunity to speak to you. I wouldn't have come all this way unless it was really important. I believe it's a matter or life or death." He looked at me inquisitively for a few moments, then spoke. "Alright. Come in." After walking in, I noticed that his place really appeared to be a bachelor pad due to the lack of any woman's touch around. I found this to be an encouraging sign. "I just fired up the Keurig. Would you like some coffee?" "Yes. Thank you." "And stop with the 'Mr. Hampton', just call me Jason." "Ok, Jason." We proceeded into the kitchen area, made our coffees, and sat down. Jason started, "OK, what's going on with Jennifer?" "I'm a project manager for a large company where she came to work for me about 11 months ago. During that time I've watched her steady decline into total despair. She's not doing at all well. Recently I had my girlfriend invite her over for dinner where we finally pried the story out of her. "Look, Jennifer's best friend Sally and I both left multiple messages with her mom to call. She never returned any of the calls. She didn't even bother to take her cell phone with her." "I don't have an answer for you with regard as to why she left her cell phone, but with regard to the messages, you may have been more successful whispering into a hurricane wind. Almost immediately upon arrival, Jennifer's mom was diagnosed with early on-set dementia, meaning at the time she had little or no short term memory. I strongly doubt that Jennifer got any of those messages. The Jennifer I've come to know would have returned those calls in about 2 seconds. In the meantime, Jennifer has been busy getting power of attorney over her mothers affairs, selling the family home, and having her mother committed to a nursing home. All without help. And now, the nursing home is sucking away all the home sale proceeds. The last time Jennifer went to see her mom, mom had no idea who she was. She's all alone." "I didn't know any of this." "Look, I understand that Jennifer holds a substantial piece of the 'blame pie' in what happened between the two of you, and you have every right to be angry over what happened, but hear me out. Before I was a project manager, I spent 14 years in HR. Believe me, I know all too well the bullshit and shenanigans that can occur in the workplace. Let me tell you that coercion by a older male superior on a younger, attractive, unsuspecting woman, married or not, happens more often than you think. I'm not sure you realize the power and control these men can cultivate. The power to affect one's financial livelihood and future can have tremendous influence and can surely catch someone 'off guard'. We, 'we' being my psychologist girlfriend and I, both believe that Jennifer is a victim here. Her inability to recall a lot of the details of that night make us believe that she very well may have been drugged in addition to being supplied alcohol. We believe that the event was the result of a carefully planned seduction. There was no real relationship between the two of them and she told you what happened immediately. That has to mean something. True, she may have acted foolishly, but her sole motivation for working late so often was purely to make life easier for the two of you in the long run. It was never her intent to take things where they went. As far as she is concerned, there is only one man for her and that's you, Jason. But since you didn't come looking for her, she's giving up hope. She's never going to make it without you. She hasn't dated anyone since the split. She's knows she messed up big time and is paying a heavy price for her mistake. So, if there's even the smallest ember left burning in the fire, I'm asking you, no begging you, to please come talk to her." Jason didn't answer me immediately. He did, of course, but he didn't have to. The answer was written all over his face. Jennifer's view I spent a few days over at Evelyn's house. It was nice to have a friend again. Although it didn't really change anything, it was good to finally tell someone what I was going through. Evelyn guaranteed me that better days were coming, starting with Sunday where the two of us were going to have a 'day of beauty', facials, manicures, pedicures, massages, etc. I figured that she must have money and/or political clout to arrange all this for a Sunday. Afterwords, she said that that we were meeting Greg at the club for a special dinner. With all that she's done for me, I couldn't very well say no. Greg's view When Evelyn and Jennifer arrived at the club, they both looked gorgeous. I had a private dining room that overlooked the golf course all arranged. Everything was in place, so I just prayed that everything went well. As soon as we arrived at the table and sat down, the questions began. Jennifer said, "Hey, why are there four place settings? You guys aren't trying to set me up on a date, are you?" Evelyn answered, "Do you remember when I mentioned that I knew of someone that might to able to help you?" "Sort of." "As it turns out, Greg does." Jason had quietly come out from behind a privacy screen that led to the kitchen area and was standing behind Jennifer without her knowing. He looked like he had just walked out of a magazine as he was wearing a handsome, dark blue suit. Greg said, "Yes, I'd like to introduce you to a new friend of mine. This name is Jason....Hampton." "Hi, Jen." Jennifer whirled around to see Jason standing there, holding a rose just as if he was on 'the Bachelor'. Her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth agape. For two or three seconds it was as if time stood still, then she'd became totally unglued. She sprang up from the table and wrapping him in a bear hug. "Oh, Jason. Jason. Please forgive me! Please take me back! I need you. I need you." Jennifer was crying so hard she nearly fainted. Jason caught her before she could slip to the floor. I helped him to get her sitting again and a few minutes later she seemed better. "Jason, did you come to take me home?" "Well, I didn't drive 4 hours just for the food." Jennifer's face lit up. I think that's the first time I've ever seen the start of a natural smile on Jennifer's face. "Look, Jen. I did come to take to you home, but I have to tell you a few things. I'm afraid that things aren't exactly going to be the same as before." Jennifer looked bewildered after his last statement and started to get emotional again. "Jen, I had to sell the house. Some things happened that made it impossible for me to keep it. I live in a little dinky apartment now." "I'm sorry about the house Jason, but I just need you. I don't care if you bring me back to a breezy old shack that leaks when it rains. As long as I'm with you, I know everything will be OK." "That's not all. I have a criminal record now." "Why?" "I paid a little visit to your 'friend' at work. If the security guards hadn't been there to stop me, I would've killed him." "And you were arrested?" "Yes. First for assault and battery, and then later for murder." "MURDER! WHAT?" "I explained what had happened and fully admitted to the assault, but I didn't kill the bastard. The police soon found out who did though. Apparently, Ed was having a affair with a married woman and the husband found out. When Ed was released from the hospital he got a bullet through the head, then the husband went home and shot his wife, then turned the gun on himself." "Then what happened to you?" "Before the shooting, Ed had been hospitalized with a cracked eye socket, 5 missing teeth, 4 broken ribs, and a burst testicle. This was all my doing. The DA couldn't just let me walk. I just got out of prison about 3 months ago for good behavior." Jennifer started to cry. "This was all my fault." "Jen, please stop crying. We have a lot of things to talk about about. I'm still very angry about what happened. You never should have allowed yourself to be put in that situation with Ed. However, through talking with Greg I've come to agree with some of his views. Although you allowed yourself to be put in a bad situation, what happened that last night in the office may not have been entirely your fault. On the way out of town I stopped and talked with Detective Reynolds who was the lead investigator on the case. I found out from him that they found practically a lifetime supply of one of the more popular 'date rape' drugs in Ed's house. "Oh my God!" "Jennifer, you have to promise me a few things." "Yes, Jason. Anything." "First. Sally is very upset with you. You left without speaking to her. You're going to have to patch things up with her." "OK. I will." "Second. Wherever you starting working again, no more working late at night." "Yes. I promise." "Next. You have to start eating right. You've lost too much weight." "OK." "Finally. I'm not going to keep any secrets from you. About two weeks after getting out of prison I started dating someone." Jennifer looked horrified. "Jason. I love you. I love you so much. Whoever this girl is, please, please, sent her away. I know I messed things up for us, but if you give me a chance I'll prove my love for you, every day, for the rest of my life. There isn't any more room in my heart for any other man, but please understand I can't allow you to keep seeing another girl. Please Jason, dismiss her." "Ok. I'll break it off with her." "OK." "Enough of the serious talk for now. Let's have a nice dinner with our new friends. Jason is a great guy. It was completely understandable why Jennifer was so taken with him and as the dinner went on, Jennifer's demeanor transformed. There was a growing excitement about her, a glow to her that I'd never seen before. At the end of the dinner, Jason thanked us for helping out. It was obvious that Jennifer wanted to head back with him immediately, so Evelyn and I agreed to get her things from her apartment and have them shipped to her. We both hugged her before she headed off in Jason's Mustang. As they pulled away, I looked at Evelyn. "I'm an idiot." "What are you talking about? You're a frigging hero. You did a wonderful thing." "I just lost the best tech writer I've ever worked with." "If you take me back to your place, I'll try to help you forget." "Evelyn, do you like your house?" "It's ok." "Do you like my house?" "I love your house." "Look, Evelyn. I love you. Please sell your house, come live with me and let's set a date to get married. Just give me the word and we can go pick out rings". "Let me think about it." Two seconds went by before she continued. "Ok. I thought about it. The answer is yes." Jason's view It was apparent that our time apart had been rough on Jennifer. I agreed with Greg that Jennifer may have started down a path that may have led to a tragic end. The weight loss was noticeable and frankly she was one who couldn't afford to lose much. She looked tired and appeared to have aged more than the year that had transpired. She reminded me of a beautiful, but neglected plant that had not been watered. I was thinking that with some love and understanding I might be able to get the former Jennifer back. Jennifer's view It was nice to ride in the Mustang again as it brought back memories of much better times, but I was still nervous as hell and petrified that I'd say or do the wrong thing. Jason seemed different in a way. There was a harder edge to him, but I guess that prison would do that to a man. I few minutes into our trip, he reached into the back seat, pulled out a blanket and then spoke. "Why don't you use this, lie back and get some sleep? You look tired and probably could use some shuteye." "Ok." I leaned back and closed my eyes, but I didn't fall asleep right away. I was thinking about our journey through life so far, going back to when we first met, and to think that it almost didn't happen. I was a little self-conscious about attending a friend's wedding without a date. My boyfriend, Brian, had unexpectedly dumped me and I was feeling really down, but I ended up going anyway. Later, at the reception, this really handsome guy introduced himself and asked me to dance. It was Jason. From that moment on, we were together. He ended up buying me a drink after the festivities and I gave him my phone number. By the end of our second date I knew that this guy was something special. I remember waiting to be a called for a third date. I was at work, worrying, when one of my co-workers, Katie, started giving me grief. "Jennifer. You're not getting all weepy over this guy you met at the wedding, are you?" "I don't understand why he hasn't called. I thought we had a really great time on our last date." "Wow. You are getting weepy." "I'm telling you. This guy is special." Then my phone rang. "Hello". "Hi Jennifer. Sorry I haven't called you until now. I don't get sick often, buy when I do it usually hits hard. I really want to see you again, but I don't want to get you sick either. Can I call you in a few days when I'm feeling better?" "Yes. Of course. Get better soon." He certainly sounded sick. I felt a little guilty about feeling happy while he was feeling bad, but I was relieved that there was a legitimate reason for him not calling. I guess I had a smile on my face when I hung up the phone. Katie started in again. "No more weepy now? Everything OK in paradise again? "He's sick. He's going to call me in a few days." "Geez. All this over a guy you haven't even slept with. You know, Jen, he might have a really small thingy." "Shut up Katie! I'm sure he doesn't have a small thingy." I didn't have a long list of former boyfriends, but I'd had enough sexual experience to know a good lover from a bad one. About five weeks later, Jason took me back to his place. We were sitting on the sofa, listening to music when we starting kissing. It got passionate very quickly. Soon his hands all over me and I was loving it! Before long I found out that he was, by far, the best lover I'd ever had. He carried me to his bedroom and soon had me naked. To Jason, there was no such thing as a 'quickie'. He always took his time and included lots of foreplay. That first night he must have gone down on me for at least 20 minutes. I came at least twice before he got between my legs and starting rubbing the head of his cock up and down my wet slit. I'd already made up my mind that he was going to be the first guy to ever fuck me without a condom. By the time he pushed his length in and stretched me out, I was a babbling idiot, moaning and calling out his name. I know we fucked for more than 40 minutes, first in missionary, then doggy, then back to missionary. He asked for permission to cum inside me. I said yes immediately and seconds later he flooded me with the first hot load of cum I've ever felt inside me. It was fantastic! With all the other guys the warmth of their cum load left as soon as they pulled out. When Jason slipped out of me, the warmth remained. I loved it! Many guys, after they cum, soon turn on the TV or go make a sandwich. Not Jason. He wrapped his arms around me and gently kissed me all over my face and neck. He didn't seem like he was in any particular hurry to let me go. He gazed into my eyes and told me I was the beautiful and that he was falling in love with me. I knew right then and there that I was never going to let this guy get away. We had another date two days later, and just as I hoped, we were at his place again. Seconds after he shut the door, our hands all over each other and soon were running to the bedroom. After a fast removal of clothes, we were on the bed and locked in a 69. As I straddled him he was fiercely licking my pussy, and I was sucking his cock like a mad woman. I wanted to make him cum in my mouth, so I tried holding his balls firm while I held my lips tight around his shaft. I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could for quite a while. All the guys I'd known before definitely would have blown their loads already, but not Jason. It was starting to piss me off that I couldn't get him to cum, and then I kept losing my concentration as he kept making me cum. Before I could achieve success he threw me off and put me on my back. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back and then starting slamming his cock into me. It was more forceful than the first time and I was loving it. A while later I asked him if I could ride him. He pulled out of me and laid down. I straddled him and lowered my drenched pussy down his shaft. It felt so good. I started slow at first, but steadily increased my speed, eventually moving my hips about as fast as I could. Then I spoke to him. "I want to make you cum Jason. I want to make you lose control. I want to feel you shoot inside me. Come on! Shoot that hot load inside me! Don't hold back! Give it to me! I want it! I want that hot cum!" It was working. "Oh. Jen. Oh, Jen...You're....you're going to make me cum...I'm coming." The sensation of his cock pulsating inside set me off again. I remained on top of him for a while as it was my turn to kiss him and tell him I was in love we him. Then I calmly confessed. "I'm addicted." "Addicted?" "Yes. I'm addicted to having you cum inside me. I hope you're prepared. I'm going to need it on a regular basis." He gave me a huge smile. ******************** Jennifer's view (continued) It seemed like I had just fallen asleep when I heard Jason's voice. "Jen. Jennifer. We're here." I looked at my watch. It was the middle of the night. Jason said, "It was a tough ride. There was a tractor trailer accident on the Thruway, so I ended up taking the scenic route through the mountains. That's why it took so long. An additional hour and a half." We got into the apartment where I recognized some of the furnishings that used to be in the house. Jason spoke again, "I called Sally while you were asleep. I asked her to go pick up some stuff for you. A toothbrush, some toiletries, a nightie, etc. The items should be on the table over there. All your clothes that were in the house got put in storage. We'll go pick them up tomorrow." Jason looked exhausted. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and came out. "I'm sorry, Jennifer. As you can see, the place isn't very big." "Like I said before, as long as you're here, I'm more than OK." "The bedroom is through there. I'll talk to you in the morning. I need to get some sleep. Goodnight." The Exiled One Ch. 02 "Goodnight." I was disappointed that he didn't kiss me, but at least I was here and was going to be sleeping next to him. This was a monumental step forward compared to where I was at the start of the day. I went over to the stuff that Sally got for me and she had left a note. It read: "Jen, I don't understand why you left without talking to me. I've been very angry over this, but I'm not going to yell at you. Please talk to me. I'm sure you had your reasons for your actions. I just want to say that I love you and want you back in my life. Love, Sally." I looked forward to seeing her. I went to the bathroom and got cleaned up for bed. Sally had brought me over a pink nightshirt, so I put that on and slipped into bed with Jason. He had on shorts and a t-shirt and that's when I noticed how much more muscular he had gotten. I wondered if he had been lifting weights while in prison. I wasn't ready to fall asleep yet, so once again I started thinking about the past. Jason had waited a long time before putting the moves on me because he said he wanted to get to know me first, the real me and I loved him for that. The sex with Jason was fantastic, but it certainly was not the only thing in our relationship. I loved his enthusiasm for life, his hopes and dreams, his passion for his hobbies, and most important, his interest in me. We shared a lot of these same interests so it was easy for us to do things together. He made me feel like I was the most important person in the world. Our sex life was just icing on an already fantastic cake. However, not everything went perfectly smooth. One night he dropped me off at my apartment instead of taking me to his place. I was speechless and stunned. I had just assumed that we would have been back at his place making love and sleeping together. I paced the floor trying to figure out what went wrong. I finally couldn't take it anymore, so I called him, crying. "Jason. Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong? You didn't take me to your place." "Jennifer, please don't cry. I love you and I love our physical relationship more than you know. I just didn't want you to think that I expected this from you after every date. Nothing's wrong." "Can I come over?" "Yes. Of course, but be careful. Don't drive fast." When I got over to his place, Jason opened the door, naked. It was apparent that he had freshly shaved, showered, and had trimmed all his pubic hair making his semi-hard cock look even bigger. I threw my handbag to the floor and I ripped my coat off, showing him that all I had worn for the trip over was that coat and a pair of sneakers. Two minutes later we were fucking like wild rabbits. ****************** Jennifer's view (continued) Since I had slept so much in the car, I woke up early. It was 5 o'clock. I looked over at Jason who was still very soundly asleep and figured he would be for awhile. Then I detected that I had awoken with some strong physical and psychological changes. During the time I was away my sex drive had been buried in an avalanche of guilt and sorrow. Now, here I was once again, laying next to the love of my life and with all these thoughts of our past sexual encounters going around in my head, I realized that I was incredibly horny. The mental chains had been broken. The months of repressed desires were boiling to the surface. I was dying for him to touch me! But then I had an incredible panic attack. What if he woke up and wanted me! Fuck! If he gets one look at the furry monster I've been growing between my legs for the past year he'd lose his erection in a heartbeat. Thankfully, Jason is a very heavy sleeper. In the past, he had slept through some of the most noisiest thunderstorms on record. I quickly slipped out of the bed and went over to check the items that Sally had brought. Thank you, Sally! She had bought a woman's disposable razor. I quietly made my way into the bathroom, found a can of shaving cream and got busy, sitting in the bathtub and taking care of business. I started thinking about the first time I had fully shaved. Bigmouth Katie at work had told me about doing it and the effect it had on her boyfriend. I pretended to only have mild interest regarding what she talking about, but in reality I knew I was going to do it the minute I got home. When Jason got home I called for him to come upstairs. When he entered the bedroom and saw me laying on the bed, I spread my leg to show him my freshly shaven pussy. I undulated my hips in a fucking motion and soon he was ripping off his clothes. He couldn't take his eyes off my pussy as it was obviously a huge turn-on for him. He licked it for about ten minutes before he started fucking me. He seemed mesmerized by watching his cock slide in and out of me. All of a sudden he came. It had been less than a minute. He was embarrassed and wouldn't look me in he eyes. He had never ejaculated prematurely before. I held his face, made him look at me as I kissed him passionately and told him that I loved him. It was the one and only time it ever happened. It didn't matter. Ten minutes later he was rock hard again and giving it to me good. I came twice. I don't think he ever knew just how turned-on I was knowing I had made him cum so fast. ******************** Jennifer's view (continued) I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash before I came out of the bathroom just in case we got face-to-face. I didn't bother putting my underwear back on. I was hoping that Jason would get a peek at my lower half and get turned-on. I needed him so bad as it had been nearly a year since we'd been together. Then I wondered just when the last time Jason may have gotten laid and my heart sank. The thought of him sliding his cock into another girl just made me want to puke. I made a mental note to find out from Sally who this girl is so I could go tell her to stay the hell away from him. As I laid in the bed I was so tempted to touch myself, but I wanted Jason to do it. He always loved giving me orgasms and I didn't want to take that pleasure away from him, especially for our first time back together. The more I thought about it, the decision to not put underwear back on was probably not a good one. The more I thought about him, the wetter I was getting. At the rate I was going I was bound to get the sheets damp, but before I could reach for the underwear, Jason awoke! I didn't dare move. He got up, then walked out and into the bathroom while I listened intently. The toilet flushed, then I heard running water followed by the sound of teeth being brushed. This was a very good sign! When he returned to the bed, I was pretending to only be slightly awake. Through eyes barely open, I saw him take off his t-shirt. Holy shit! His arms and chest were huge. He was totally ripped with the whole 'six pack' going on. My heart was beating wildly. He got into the bed facing me this time and was right up close when he leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, but I quickly turned my head so our lips met and put my hand behind his head to hold him in place. We were kissing! Really kissing! I could tell from his response that he wanted me too. It took a conscious effort to not scream out in delight. He reached his hand under my nightshirt and started exploring. I think he was pleasantly surprised when he realized that I was bottomless. His free hand was all over my ass, my back, and then onto my breasts, all the while kissing me passionately. I interrupted him for a brief moment to sit up and pull off the nightie, then went right back to where I was. My mind was going a mile a minute as I was eager to do it all. Kiss him, suck him, ride him. Everything. But I had already decided to follow his lead and with the nightie now off, my breasts were now the focal point of his attention. With my weight loss I wasn't sure if I had a 'C' cup anymore, but my breasts still looked good and soon he had my nipples rock hard. By the time his lips drifted down to my mound I was dizzy from excitement and by the time he spread my legs and start licking my pussy I was nearly hyperventilating. I could start to feel the juices running out of my slit and heading towards my asshole. I was in heaven. No one could lick pussy better than Jason as he loved doing it and I loved getting it. I was a little disoriented from the effects of my first orgasm when I felt his cock-head push into me. I was so wet that even with my tightness he slid right in. It felt so good I was nearly in tears. Then he spoke, softly. "Oh Jennifer. You feel so good. Its been so long. I missed you. I missed you so much." All of a sudden I was in a total panic. "Jason wait! Please stop." He didn't pull out of me, but he stopped moving. "Jen. What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" "No. Oh Jason. Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad. Everything's happened so fast. I didn't expect his would happen and I honestly forgot. Jason, I'm not on any birth control. I ran out of the pills and since I knew I'd never be with anyone else, I never bothered to spent the money and re-fill the prescription. I'm so sorry Jason. Please don't be mad at me." I was so upset because I knew he'd be disappointed. "Shush. Shush. Please don't cry Jennifer. I'm not mad." I wanted to believe him, but I knew that must be disappointed. He continued, "Jennifer, do you belong to me?" "Yes. Only you." "Really belong to me?" "Yes. Jason. You're the only man that gets to see me naked and the only man that gets to fuck me." "Good. And this pussy that my cock is in. Does it belong to me too? "Yes. I'm 100% yours." Jason kissed me gently on the side of my face and then whispered in my ear. "Alright. Do you know what I'm going to do then? I'm going to pump the biggest load of cum into this pussy that its ever had. What do you think about that?" Oh my God! The ramifications of what he said hit me like a ton of bricks. I was back! I was back, baby! THERE IS NO WAY, ABSOLUTELY NO WAY HE'D KICK ME TO THE CURB AGAIN KNOWING THAT I COULD BE CARRYING HIS BABY. "Oh Jason. Yes. Fuck me Jason. Fuck me! Fuck me!" He started pumping in and out of me again, faster and faster, and soon I started bucking my hips wildly to meet his thrusts and I kept talking. "That's it, Jason. Fuck me. Your cock belongs to me now. I want you, all of you, every inch of your cock and all your cum, every drop. I want all of your babies. All of them. I'll have as many babies as you want...just don't ever stop fucking me." All of a sudden I was overcome with waves of pleasure cascading throughout my body. The sensation seemed to go on and on. It was if my whole body was floating above the mattress, but just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did. Jason called out to me. "Oh, Jen. Oh, Jen." I knew it was about to happen. I could feel his cock quiver and spasm inside me, and then spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. I could feel his hot jets of cum splashing against my cervix and coating my vaginal walls. I was experiencing the greatest moment of sex in my life. Never before in the hundreds of times we'd made love before had his orgasm felt so intense, so violent, and so complete. It felt as if he'd pumped a gallon of cum inside me. I looked up to see his face and he was totally spent. He had given me his all. His eyes had no focus, the blink of my eyes seemed to be in slow motion and his arms were shaking from holding himself up, so he soon collapsed next to me. I instinctively reached for him and held him tight. I felt so warm inside, both literally and figuratively. Literally, from the seemingly massive amount of cum inside me, and figuratively, from the pride I felt in knowing I did a good job in pleasing my man. The next time he looked at me his focus and blink had returned to normal. Once again he lightly kissed me all over my face and neck. He brushed my hair back, exposing my ear and then whispered to me. "I love you, Jennifer. I love you." I knew I wasn't supposed to cry, but I couldn't help it. It was the happiest moment of my life. I had traveled from the doorsteps of hell to the peak of the highest mountain to get a glimpse of heaven. ******************* Jennifer's view (continued) A little while later, Jason had been in the other room when he called me over, and spoke. "You've come all the way from Kansas! Wow!" I looked at him inquisitively. "You'll be happy to know that the great and powerful OZ has every intention of granting your wish. I've given the Scarecrow a brain, the Tin Man a heart, the Lion some courage, and Dorothy the ability to travel home. I understand that you, Jennifer, want to be a wife. Well, a wife can't be a wife without a wedding ring, so I just happen to have one for you." He reached for my hand and seconds later I once again had a ring on my finger. And yes, I cried again. Evelyn's view "Hey Greg. We got an e-mail from Jennifer." "And you said we might never hear from her again." "I guess I was wrong, but you see where I was coming from. We're likely to be affiliated with a bad period in her life. The time she was separated from Jason, her mom getting sick, etc." "Well, read me the e-mail." "It says: Dear Evelyn & Greg, Sorry. I've done a poor job of staying in touch. I hope things are going well for the two of you. I've been busy getting my old life back and its been going exceedingly well. Jason went to see my old employer. He agreed to drop his lawsuit against them in exchange for a one-time $80,000 pay-off, as well as, a reinstatement of my old job with a moderate raise. We used the money for a down payment towards a new house. I'm sure you'll be pleased to find out that I've put on 25 pounds. However, some of that is baby weight. Yes! I'm pregnant! Obviously, Jason and I have reconnected in a big way and its all due to your help. We will be forever grateful. Talk to you soon. Love, Jennifer. Greg's view Several months later we had another emotional day. We received a card in the mail. It read: Jason & Jennifer Hampton of 123 Willow Drive, Bridgeville are pleased to announce the birth of children born September 20th. Gregory Michael Hampton, 7.9 pounds, 18 inches Evelyn Ann Hampton, 7.1 pounds, 17.5 inches Jason's view I'm 74 years old now and I can say without hesitation that the best decision I've ever made in my life was to follow my friend Greg's advice to go get Jennifer back. Jennifer kept her promise to me by showing her love for me every day either through words or actions. My anger and pride had nearly cost me dearly. Without Greg and Evelyn's help, I would have missed out on nearly 45 wonderful years which included the birth of four beautiful children as well as seven adorable grandchildren. Greg didn't just save Jennifer, he saved me as well. I've been blessed to have Jennifer by my side for all these years. Unfortunately, paradise could not last forever. ********************* Jason's view (continued) About 8 months ago, Matt and Elise Collins moved down from Michigan and became our new neighbors in Florida. We hit it off with them immediately and soon started doing a lot of activities with them. Just about every Tuesday, Matt and I would go fishing on a half day charter while the girls went shopping. It was Tuesday, so Matt and I were about to head out into the wide expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. I can't tell you why, but from the moment I got up I had an uneasy feeling about the day ahead. If I'd had my way, we would've been doing something else, but the fishing trips meant a lot to Matt. I didn't want to let him down, so I decided to 'go with the flow'. I figured that once I had a line in the water I'd start to enjoy the day. As we headed out, I found it unsettling that the morning fog hadn't quite burned off yet and I didn't like the fact that visibility was very limited. Matt and I always rode near the front of the boat, away from the noise of the engines. Today we were standing when everything went down the crapper. From out of the fog it came, a 40 foot or so cigarette hull speedboat going like a bat out of hell. When it became obvious that a collision was imminent, Matt and instinctively jumped. Holy shit was the water cold! When Matt and I surfaced, we witnessed a horrific site. The charter had just about been cut in half and was sinking rapidly. There were bodies floating everywhere, some of them children. My heart sank. Since it happened all so fast I was sure that no mayday signal had been sent. This assumption, combined with the fact that there was no visible ship in any direction, led me to think that Matt and I were probably goners. As we bobbed in the water, I began to think that maybe the people that died in the collision were better off. At least they wouldn't have to suffer a long, drawn out death from exposure or drowning. Just then a fear unlike I've ever known before started taking over my mind. There was blood in the water and I knew at some point we'd start seeing fins. For the time being we both held onto a piece of driftwood that just happened to come our way. I'm guessing we were in the water for about two hours when Matt started having difficulty. He was a decorated war hero with an artificial leg and the leg had come off when he jumped into the water. The long pants he always wore were now becoming a big liability. He wasn't as physically fit as I was and I could tell he was nearing the point of exhaustion. I rested my head on the driftwood with my eyes closed for awhile, but the next time I opened my eyes, he wasn't there. With the realization that Matt was gone, I started to think about my own mortality. I began to think about Jennifer and how worried she would become when the boat didn't return on time. My heart was breaking. I would've given anything for the chance to hold her one more time and to tell her just how much I love her. ************************** Nurse Jane's viewpoint As a nurse I deal with life and death situations every day, and working in Florida with all the retirees means that death comes to visit nearly every shift. Part of our training is to generally avoid getting too emotionally involved in any patient's case. However, this was going to be difficult this time. Apparently, there had been a boating accident involving a fishing charter and out of 47 passengers there were only 6 survivors. The oldest survivor, a 74 year old man named Jason, was brought to us. Other than quick trips the ladies room, his wife Jennifer was by his side nearly 27 hours of his visit. She spoke to him constantly over that time period and we couldn't help overhear the countless stories she recalled about their wonderful life together. Stories about all the things they did, their four children, and their seven grandchildren. It was a miracle that he had made it this long. For the first 18 hours or so he seemed to be improving, but then a steady decline had started. Jennifer wasn't clueless, she could read the monitors too. When his heart finally stopped, she calmly asked is she could have a few minutes alone with him. I told her I'd lock the door and that I'd be back in 10 minutes. I spent some time in the nurses lounge trying to dry my eyes before returning. When I opened the door and looked over, as I expected, she had crawled into the bed with him. She was quiet, in fact too quiet. I then realized she wasn't breathing either. *********************************************** Jason's view When I turned 70 I started worrying about Alzheimer's disease because my grandfather had it. I started getting mad at myself for forgetting things or not remembering someone's name quick enough. I hated those times when I'd wake up from a nap and be confused. This seemed like one of those times. I remember being on the fishing boat The Exiled One Ch. 02 and not much else. Now I was in some hallway with a bunch of other people I didn't recognize. However, everyone else seemed to have a confused look as well. Down the hall I thought I saw Matt, but it couldn't have been him. This guy had a full head of hair, had shorts on, and certainly didn't have an artificial leg. Then I noticed other people looking at themselves, too. That's when I went into full panic mode. I looked down at my arms. These were not the arms of a 74 year old man. I felt my face. No loose skin. I felt my hair. Full head of hair. What is going on?. Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. "You're not thinking of going anywhere without me, are you?" I looked over and it was Jennifer. She looked exactly the same as on the first day we met. She was 22 years old again, wearing the same dress she wore to the wedding. "I don't want to be anywhere without you." She put her hand in mine. "Well, let's go then." We walked down the hall towards a bright light. It looked like a nice place to be. The End