4 comments/ 23710 views/ 21 favorites Life Changing Your Plans Ch. 01 By: 1965Squash Please note: If you are looking for sex right off the bat, look no further. There isn't any in this portion of the story. There will be, but when a reason other than just sex presents itself. ***** The summer was winding down and Gabby was getting ready to head back to college to resume her studies to become a teacher. I had been sitting under a patio umbrella we had on the wooden deck overlooking our above ground pool, trying to keep out of the late August sun, and the unbearable heat of its dog day afternoons. It had always been a pursuit of mine to afford and build an in ground pool for my daughter, myself, and her friends. But it had been this pool and having her friends over, that helped her ease slowly back into the world, after she had retreated from it six years ago. That was when her Mother left us to pursue her career, and another's man's cock to the west coast. Raising my daughter without her extra income was hard and I refused to ask for help, and she never offered it, nor tried to contact her daughter. But I was able to afford this pool and build a large deck around half of it with the help of my friends. It seemed to have been more than enough. I had been bummed about the lack of time that she had to spend on me of late, but I understood and wanted her to enjoy life. Sometime had passed, as I was lost in my thoughts, and the glass of ice water had lost the condensation that had rolled down its sides and was now warm. I held it in my hand, absently looking at it after taking a large drink, when I heard her voice, "Dad! Dad, we're back!" I turned my head and saw the three of them emerge from the house in their bikinis with towels over their shoulders and lemonade in their hands. I stood, glass in hand, and hugged Gabby once she had climbed the stairs and nearly jumped into my waiting arms. "Hey, honey, glad you're back. I am going into the house and rest, the sun has been hot today. Be sure to put sunscreen on." "Sure Dad," she said, then asked, "Are you okay? I can have them go home if you need it." "No, Hun, its not necessary. I just got a little over heated and perhaps a bit dehydrated," I raised my nearly full glass and showed her, "see, its warm and a lot left. I guess I got lost in thought again." She leaned back into me and gave me a hug and looked into my eyes to see if I was lying to her. It was something she had become good at detecting over the years once I tried to shelter her world in the absence of her Mother. "Okay, go lie down. We'll keep it short and I'll come in to make dinner." She turned and pushed Lily into the pool, and then charged at Jennifer, hitting her in the midsection like the good linebacker I taught her to be, and the force carried them backwards into the pool. I laughed and then turned to descend the stairs and head into the rec room in the basement where it was always cool and relaxing. I must have fallen asleep, because sometime later I heard the girls stampede into the house and up the stairs to change. The light had changed to a lower angle on the wall. I decided to say hell with anyone cooking today. I called Antonio's and ordered three pizzas, one deluxe supreme, one pepperoni, and a meat lover for myself. I then stretched and headed up the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed four glasses, four plates and silverware, and some napkins. I made myself a Jim Beam and Coke and then walked into the living room and yelled upstairs, "Gabby, I hope your friends don't have to head home yet, I ordered pizza for us." I heard them talk for a moment then, "Thank you Dad, they said thank you as well and that they'd love to stay. I turned on the TV and sat down as I tried to find a game on this late Saturday afternoon. But as I thought, there was still just the same amount of nothing on as there was earlier. A few moments later the girls all came down similarly dressed. White or pastel colored tank tops or T-shirts, and cotton boxers made for girls. "Does this mean they are spending the night?" "Yeah Dad, is it okay?" "Sure, " I chuckled, "That is why I ordered the pizza." She hugged me and then asked, "Do we really have to watch football?" "Nope, not one damn good game on." "Cool, Lily, here," she said after switching the tv over and turning on the PS3, "enter your password." Lily switched to Netflix and and put in her password. I had offered to sign us up, but last year Lilly said no, we could piggyback her account. So, we had been since then. Why Gabby had not entered the information I had not a clue, as everyone in the room knew it. I had to turn away from the screen as the furious rate she flipped through the offerings began to make me dizzy and lightheaded. How these kids managed this without side effects was beyond me. Finally she found the movie she had been looking for, Homefront, a movie about a Dad, drug gangs, and a horse. Lily loved all things horse related, even if they were not part of the story line. "Aw, Lily. Come on, not an action flick." whined Gabby. "Its not. There is more to it than that. Just shut up and watch." "Yeah," Jennifer joined in, "Just shut up." Gabby turned and looked at me with her cute little six year old pouty face. "Oh, jeeze Gabs, just shut up and watch." She crossed her arms in a fake huff and everyone laughed. The pizza arrived and the movie had become very entertaining as everyone ate in relative silence. Nearing the end of the movie it had gotten tense and the movie was put on pause. Popcorn had to be made. I said I was tired and excused myself and headed upstairs to my room. I woke with morning wood and hurried in my underwear and no t-shirt to the bathroom. As I stood leaning with my back to the wall struggling to push my dick down to the toilet to keep from making a mess, the door opened. My head snapped to the door to where Jennifer stood wide eyed, frozen in the open doorway. "Jennifer move." I tried to hide my hard on, but could not stop my morning piss. "I uh, um, I . . ." My daughter's head came around from behind Jennifer, "Oh SHIT! Dad!" Jennifer, still a deer in headlights was yanked backward and the door harshly slammed shut. Oh, man. I thought trying to finish this horse piss. What do I do? Say? In my hurry I had forgotten to lock the door. I finally finished and looked into an empty hallway, then rushed into my room. In a way I was glad it had been Jennifer. She was two years older than Gabby and the two had only met at college last year. They had gone to the same High school, but had not met until Gabby had needed to find a carpool ride home. I had not seen her grow from childhood to adult like Lily, and evidently I had no guilt in checking her out poolside. In fact, despite the heat, she had been the real reason I had not stayed and swam with the girls. She was taller than the other two girls at 5'10" with roughly a 34c-22-34 figure. Her long blonde hair, when in a French braid, stopped at the top of the crack of her lovely spade shaped ass. She had a tight body and a well defined stomach with one small, diamond, belly button piercing. She had the loveliest, well toned, long legs that I had ever obsessed over. She kept in shape as a requirement for her volleyball scholarship and loved to show her body off. While her swimsuits were never inappropriate, I believe I had been caught more than once, checking her out with a side glance or two. Fortunately, as far as I knew she had never brought it up to my daughter. Had she, I would have been mortified. It had become my sole purpose in life to keep my daughter from harm's way after her Mother had left. Checking out her friend, and getting caught doing so, was never an option. After dressing in a pair of cargo shorts, a white t-shirt under a short sleeve button up khaki shirt, a pair of ankle socks, and a pair of sandals I headed downstairs. Yes, I am part dork, but I hate people seeing my toes. Weird, but fuck it! I went to the kitchen, grabbed a couple of pieces of pizza from the fridge, placed them on a plate and into the microwave. As I mechanically watched the pizza slowly spin I heard steps enter the kitchen. "Mr. Meeker?" Oh, hell. It was Jennifer. I slowly turned with my back to the counter. "I just want to apologize for, well, for not knocking, and, and for not looking away." she stopped, but I felt there was more forthcoming. "Its just that, well," she stopped and looked over her shoulder, "I . . . nevermind." She turned and fled the room picking up her overnight bag on the way out the front door. Gabby entered the room, "Dad, what was that about?" "I think she wanted to apologize, which she did, but it seemed as if she wanted, or rather needed to say something more. I am sorry, but I never got the chance to apologize for my not having locked the door in my hurried state." "Well, I wish she would have. She has been acting distant lately, and she hasn't been talking about the upcoming year like she did at the end of last year. Its as if she no longer wants to go back." "Gabby, I hope that is not the case, she is a wonderful, intelligent, and lovely girl. She has so much ahead of her." Gabby closed in for a hug. "Don't worry honey, she'll be alright." She looked up and faintly smiled, and then released me saying, "Well, I need the keys so I can take Lily home." She had her hand out waiting for them. "On the counter under the phone." I looked over to the wall phone (yes, we still had one on the wall in the kitchen). "Okay Dad. I'll be back soon." The morning passed and Gabby returned shortly afternoon. "Dad! Dad!" she yelled frantically from the kitchen. "Down here in the basement! What's wrong?" Gabby was crying. "Dad, they kicked her out! They kicked her out!" "Honey, calm down. Please," I held her in my arms as her sobs slowly subsided and her shaking calmed. I held her out at arm's length and looked at her and said, "Now, who was kicked out?" "Jennifer! They kicked her out!" "Who?" "Her parents! They kicked her out of their house two weeks ago! She's been living out of her car. They would have taken that from her as well but it is in her name. Dad! She's living in the streets." "Why?" I asked in disbelief. "Something about her and the internet. She got expelled from college and kicked off the volleyball team!" "Dad where is she? Why didn't she tell us? Why . . . " she melted back into her tears and I sat her down on the sofa where we sat for the next thirty two minutes as I waited for her to cry herself out. "Do you have any idea where she would go?" She stopped sobbing and wiped the tears from her eyes, "No . . . " "Well," I said, "Let's go see if we can find her." We drove around the city for about three hours and thought we had spotted her car two different times. Finally, tired and dejected, we picked up a few burgers and fries from a fast food joint and headed home. As we rounded the corner and neared our house there in the driveway was Jennifer's car. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. As we got out of the car she began to apologize, "I'm sorry Mr. Meeker, I just didn't know where else to go. I was driving looking for somewhere to sleep, but I was getting low on gas and . . . and . . . " she was trying to breathe in and catch her breath, "I'm broke." With that, the dam burst and her tears flowed freely. "Gabby, take the food and I'll bring her in, then grab her bags from the car, and check to see if there are any that need to be brought in from the trunk." "Yes Dad. Does it mean -" "Lets get her inside first, then we'll talk." I sat her on the living room couch and held her close. I did not feel any awkwardness after this morning's incident, nor anything else untowards this young woman in my arms. All I wanted in that moment was to reassure her that everything would be fine, that it will all work out in the end. We all in life just need to find a way to pick ourselves up from the ground, shake off the dirt, and look life in the face and then go from there. "Yeah, right. I have no place to live. I have lost my scholarship, and been expelled, and I have no job. What the HE -" I placed my finger to her lips to quiet her, "There is a guest room across from Gabby, correct?" She looked at me through red puffy eyes, "Yeah," she nodded not quite understanding my implication. "Well," I said looking at Gabby, "It's yours as long as you need it." Jennifer looked from me to Gabby and back, "Are, are you sure?" "Yes Jennifer!" Gabby interjected loudly, "Yes! You can live with us!" Gabby hugged me violently and kissed me on the cheek. "OMG! Thank you Daddy! See, this is why everyone loves you." "C'mon Jen, let's get your stuff upstairs." They grabbed her bags and headed upstairs to her new room and were gone for a couple of hours. In the meantime I went over the numbers in my head and figured that while it would be close we would be able to make ends meet. I sighed and leaned back on the sofa trying to ease the tension headache I felt rapidly gaining ground in the back of my head. Sometime later I heard movement in the kitchen. I got up and walked into the kitchen expecting to find Gabby starting dinner. Instead there was Jennifer shifting pans on the stove and getting butter and milk from the fridge. She was frying hamburger looking to be at ease in the kitchen. I asked where Gabby was. "She's upstairs getting some of her stuff packed for next weekend. I asked what I should make for dinner, so here I am making Hamburger Helper," she said smiling at me before turning her still reddened eyes back to the task at hand. "Thank you Jennifer. I want to apologize for this morning, I should have locked the door so you needn't have seen that." She turned to look at me over her shoulder, "Its okay. I didn't mind." Then returned to chopping up the hamburger as it cooked. "Hmm, okay then." I thought I heard a little giggle escape from her as I left the kitchen. I went upstairs to change into a pair swimming trunks and a tropical themed t-shirt and headed back downstairs. I had hoped I could get a quick swim in, but dinner was finished and the two girls were side by side talking in whispers. I'm sure it was something they did not want me to hear because they kept looking to see where I was and if I had gotten close enough to hear. When I did, as I went to get a glass of lemonade and ice they fell silent. We ate, with talk centering around Gabby's need to find another ride back to the University. Jennifer said she knew someone from the other side of Illinois that had to pass through this way and said she'd give him a call after dinner. Other than that Gabby, while upset that Jennifer would not be there to hang out with, was happy that she had a safe place to stay. "Mr. Meeker, I just want you to know how thankful I am that you took me in. I'll start looking for a job Monday to help with the bills until I can afford an apartment on my own," she explained, "because I need to live somewhere for a year other than under my parents care to apply for financial aid on my own. So I'll need to take a year off. I simply can not afford it on my own." She was looking at her food, but no longer eating. I could see she was holding back more tears. "Jennifer, don't worry, we are in no rush here. We'll make ends meet for the time being, you just get your head back on your shoulders and go from there." Gabby smiled and mouthed, "thank you." The week passed rather quickly. Jennifer and Gabby seemed closer than before and talked, sometimes deep into the night. Soon, Friday morning arrived. Just before eight as we were finishing our breakfast there was a knock on the front door. I walked to it and opened it apprehensively. There before me stood a tall, slim, neatly attired young black man. "Hello, you must be Trey," as I offered my hand to him in greeting. He smiled, took it and gave it a strong manly shake, "Yes, sir. They call me that, but my real name is Terrance Williams." His smile was warm and genuine, and for some reason all of the apprehension I had built inside me during the week, of a stranger taking my daughter to college, evaporated. "Come, Come in. They are upstairs bringing the last of Gabby's bags down. So I hear you are a senior finishing up your architectural engineering degree?" "Yes Sir, I have been enamored with building things since I was a young child. I would beg my parents to take me into Chicago so I could see the different eras, figures, an adornments on the edifices of the buildings. It was my equivalent of Disneyland." "Nice. You are a lucky young man." "How so sir?" "To have found what you love, and to end up doing it for a living." "Ah, yes, but I have not obtained employ . . . " I turned to see what what had stopped him in mid sentence. It was Gabby. She was emanating beauty from every pore. Her light Auburn hair floated as she bounced gracefully down the stairs. She was wearing a light, flowered summer dress that ended just below her knees. She was simply radiant. She walked towards us and extended her hand to Terrence. He hesitated then took her hand and brought it slowly up to his lips and kissed it lightly. "My," he said with a tinge of awe, "You, you are simply so much more beautiful than Jennifer could ever have explained," he stopped and looked towards me, "I am sorry Sir if I have said too much." "No, you are fine. Just take care of my little girl." He answered with a determined look in his eyes, and stood straight before saying, "I will Sir." They left shortly thereafter. I was certain beyond reason that he would do as he had said. *************************** The next month went well with the two of us settling into a rhythm around the house. Jennifer had found a receptionist's job for a small accounting firm. I had gotten a small raise from the insurance company I had worked for, these last twenty two years. I would have left sometime ago, perhaps before Gabby's Mother had left, if it had not been for the benefits, the yearly bonuses, and the fact that I was out of there at five everyday and home by 5:30. It was my life, dull and boring as it was. Jennifer though was a ray of sunshine for this plant who had been in the shadows for years. We often talked, but I never inquired or made her feel that she needed to tell me what happened to get her expelled, and kicked from her parents home. Gabby and I either talked on the phone, or via Skype nearly every day. When we didn't, or couldn't, I got texts. She was happy and I felt from the looks on her face when we Skyped, that I knew there was someone she had fallen for. Two weeks before Gabby's planned visit for thanksgiving break, Jennifer came through the door with her mascara smeared across her face. It was apparent she had been crying on her way home from work. She came to me and cuddled in next to me on the couch, something she had been doing of late when we watched movies, but I thought nothing of it other than fatherly need on her part. She wrapped her arms around me and cried into my chest. I tried to turn to adjust my hold, but she clung ever tighter to my side. I slowly began to stroke her hair in a calming manner, but she adjusted her hold and her left elbow made contact with my penis. I tried to pay no attention, but her sobs caused her body to jostle her arm and it began to massage my rapidly growing penis. I tried to sit up and adjust her at the same time. "Please don't," she begged. I need someone to hold me. I NEED someone to care." she said as she looked up making eye contact. I tried to look away, to avoid what thoughts were growing in me, "I do care Jen, I care more than you know." Life Changing Your Plans Ch. 01 "But how could you, how could anyone after today?" I lifted her head and kissed her on the lips. I shocked myself, as it was not what I had intended to do. "Please don't," she said as she quickly pulled away. "I, I am sorry Jen, I, I just don't know what overcame me," I said rising to my feet to give us room by sitting in the recliner. She grabbed my hand, "Please, I am so sorry, its not what I meant, I liked the kiss, it has been the best part of my day. Its just . . . " she trailed off. "Jen, you can tell me, whats wrong?" She broke out into heavy sobs again, "I can't, you'll never look at me again!" "Jen, no one is perfect, and I can not imagine you having done anything that would make me feel that way about you. Please, talk to me, tell me what has you so upset tonight?" She looked up with reddened eyes that were pleading for forgiveness, begging for my mercy, and said, "Pictures. Pictures on the internet, and a movie. Someone told my boss and he fired me, but the prick waited until the end of the day. I have no job, and everyone will soon know. How, how will I ever have anyone ever think I am not a slut?" "Wait, was this why you were kicked from the team and expelled?" "Yes," she said, afraid to look up. "Jen, you are no slut. You haven't brought young men back here, hell, you haven't even had a date since you have been here. Ignore them." "I can't," she said. "Why?" "For the same reason I am afraid of how you'll treat me if you knew as well, and why it would tear my heart apart. Those pictures will kill anything you feel for me!" "Jen, what are you saying?" "I love you! Damn it, I love you!" I paused, I too had felt this feeling growing in me, but I never wanted to push myself on this beautiful young woman, or for that matter on someone so much younger and so much more to look forward to in life. But now here she was telling me what I feared and wanted, and at the same time telling me I would hate her if I knew what happened. "Jen," I said as I pulled her close making her look up into my eyes as I brushed the wet hair clinging to her face away behind her ear, "I love you as well. You have begun to fill a void I have had in my heart for a long time. What is in your past is there, in your past. It is part of what brought you to me, and part of who you are, and I, I love that young woman." "But -" I silenced her as I brought my lips to hers and began a kiss that was soon returned passionately as her lips parted and her tongue desperately sought mine. Our tongues danced, twirled, and spun around each other like two lost lovers reunited after years apart, lost in a world of indifference and pain and learning to dance once again. We both broke the kiss off and leaned back and began to laugh. So much tension had just been released, so many fears were settled, as we closed one door, and opened another. To be continued . . . Life Changing Your Plans Ch. 02 It had been a week since Jennifer had been fired from her work and word spread of her indiscretion that got her expelled from school, and now fired. She hadn't been out of the house and hadn't seen much of the downstairs or living room in that time either. We had talked, but neither brought up the kiss. We smiled, but seemed to move like two objects orbiting each other. Afraid that any contact would forever change our paths around the sun. It was a Thursday evening when I arrived home from work. I heard movement in the kitchen and went to see if Jennifer was feeling any better about her situation. She was standing at the counter pouring hot water from the coffee pot into a cup with a tea bag hung over the side. She began to idly stir the cup. There was nothing special, no extra movement, no extra flair, just slow, economical movements. And yet, I was enraptured. I had to speak, to pull myself from the spell. "Boo!" She turned slowly, "Was I supposed to jump?" she asked. "Because, your car was a dead giveaway that you were home. You really need to get that exhaust fixed." "Well, damn. So I guess I can't surprise you with a night on the town either?" She thought for a moment, "Yeah, you can. I need to see something other than these four walls. Thank you. Let me go change quickly." "Nope," I said, taking in a quick look. She was wearing purple flowered flip flops that allowed me to look up her legs, beginning at her toes. They were a nice soft tan accentuating slender, but powerfully shaped, long sexy legs. She had a pair of her tight form fitting black volleyball shorts that allowed one to admire the curves of her ass, and follow them until they disappeared under her yellow University T-shirt. She had her (natural - I guessed) blonde hair pulled into a top knotted ponytail on the backside of her head. If she only had her reading glasses on, oh, if only. But I was going to be damn glad to show this young woman a good time despite the fact that she did not have them on, "you look absolutely perfect for where we are going to go. Grab a pair of socks, and I'll meet you in the car." I stopped in the open doorway, "And don't you change a lick of clothing." She giggled and shot up the stairs. I drove aimlessly for a bit, slowing, and then acting like I was pulling into a hardware store first, then an ironworks factory. Each time I pulled quickly away I got a slug in the arm. Finally I relented and pulled into a bowling alley. She looked at me, unsure if I was honestly going to go in this time. When I pulled into a parking space and got out and walked around to open her door, she looked at me, shook her head, and smiled. Once inside, I asked Joe, and old friend who worked here after retiring from the same shithole I worked for, for the shoes and the lane I requested. We walked to the far right side of the bowling alley, thankful it was not yet league season. I picked up the phone, ordered a pitcher of beer, a family basket of chicken tenders and crispy fries. We took our time looking through the lane's offering of bowling balls. She settled on a metallic pink fourteen pound ball. I found an old donated ball with the initials RHL on a sixteen pound Brunswick Black Beauty. After the first roll down the lane I found it to have been perfectly weighted to curve beautifully from the far right of the lane to the 1-3 hole. I wouldn't have to exert myself much to have fun. I had Jennifer sit back as I removed her flip flops and slowly put her socks on and massaged her feet. By the time both feet were covered, her eyes were closed and she had slumped into the chair. I gingerly slipped each shoe on and tied them. I stood, leaned over her, and slipped my hands under her armpits and lifted her to her feet. She slouched forward, and fell into me feigning sleep. I hugged her, and quickly slid my hands to her ass and pinched a handful of each cheek hard. "OW! Damn it! Okay, okay, lets bowl!" she said moving up onto the lane and picking up her ball. "You're going to pay for that one!" she said as she turned and wiggled her tight little ass, and then shot forward sliding expertly as the ball slid awkwardly like a knuckleball, before breaking and hitting the 1-2 hole for a Brooklyn strike. Unfortunately I did not see it as I was still staring at Jennifer's ass. "Hey old man," she said with two fingers pointing out at me on her upside down hand. She then motioned them upwards to her eyes, "Up here, up here." I laughed, and said, "When they wiggle as nicely as your ass, then I am there baby. You bet." "Oh, My, God . . . its your turn." We drank, we talked, and we bowled. Our food arrived and I paid for it and then we talked, ate, and bowled. Before we knew it we were on our second pitcher, and the food was gone. I had lost the first game 198 to 125 and while I did not blame the beer, I did blame those wonderfully tight shorts, but I did not give a damn. My consolation prize was this lovely young lady draping herself across my lap, kissing me madly. When we passed each other moving off of and onto the lane for each of our turns, any touch, however slight was electrifying. Whether it was a the touch of the back of our hands, fingers to an elbow, or a quick peck on the cheek, sexual electricity was filling the air. I was struggling to keep from getting hard. I was getting uncomfortable and she was enjoying every damn minute of it. As we began the tenth frame of the second game we heard voice call out, "Hey Baby! How much did the old man pay for ya? We'll double it!" I spun focusing on the man who said it as I came to a stop. "Mike, no, forget about it please!" I closed the distance quickly. As I closed in I could see I was giving up more than fifty pounds and a good six inches in height. About ten feet out I growled, "FUCKING APOLOGIZE NOW!" "Are you joking old man?" Five feet to go, "You better swing first you tall pile of shit!" One foot . . . He swung, I ducked, stomped on the instep of his left foot with my heel, and swung upward from my crouched position into his balls. He dropped to his knees, eyes instantly watering. I stood over him, "FUCKING APOLOGIZE!" I growled inches from his ear. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "Fucking louder so your lame ass friends can hear it," I seethed as I twisted his ear violently. "Okay, Okay damn it, I'M SORRY!" As Joe walked up I said to him, "You know where I live, if the puke wants to call the police, tell them. Here's fifty for the night. Sorry I caused a scene." "Don't worry Mike, I know most of the people here tonight, they know what happened." We got into the car after changing shoes. I was quiet most of the way home. I finally spoke, "Jennifer, I am so sorry For what I did tonight I jus-" "Shut up Mike." I parked the car in the driveway, and walked around to open Jennifer's door, but she had opened it and sprinted for the front door before I got there. I stopped at the door thinking for a moment, then closed it. I didn't know what to say, but I knew, I knew I had to apologize. I walked into the house, head down, and turned to close the door behind me. She grabbed me, spun me around and slammed me back into the wall. She attacked me, pinned my arms to my side, and went for my mouth. Her tongue moved swiftly, seeking mine out, chasing it about and pinning it to the side. Her hand cupped my balls and squeezed roughly. Her left leg pushed my right leg to the side opening my stance. I went to reach for her waist and was rebuffed with harsh slaps to my wrists. She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me off balance and swung me around her and pushed me backwards. I was freefalling. Literally into the couch, and figuratively as my mind exploded with excitement from the sheer ferocity of her attack. I landed, legs spread, out of breath and temporarily disoriented as she dropped between my legs to her knees. I began to laugh and repeat, "Thank you" over and over as she unbuckled my belt and released my now rock hard cock. She paused for a moment, her eyes ablaze with lust, before she licked up the underside of my shaft. She lightly sucked my head then engulfed me, taking my wide seven inches whole. My eyes rolled back in my head as her suction increased and she began to squeeze and release the pressure on my balls, each time the pressure increasing. I straightened my legs trying to displace the pressure growing within. "Jennifer," I moaned, "honey, baby, Oh my, my, muhhhh, FUCCKK, I'm cumming!" Her lips clamped down and she struggled to swallow one of the most powerful shots of cum I had ever released. She sucked it down and then licked my shaft clean before rolling her tongue gently around my soldier's head. I pulled her up from the floor and brought her up onto my lap and kissed her deeply, then thanked her and asked, "What the hell was that all about? I thought I had pissed you off?" "You did, and didn't, I, just didn't know how I wanted to handle it, you, DAMN IT! US." She paused, head tilted backwards looking straight up at nothing. Then she looked at me and started to slowly explain, "When you took off after that man . . . I, was scared, of what was happening, I was scared for you, and I was terrified that I was losing control of my life again." There was a pause as she searched for the words she needed. "But," she continued, "In the car thinking about what happened, I knew, I knew you were right, not to fight, but damn did you kick his ass, but I mean, fuck, I couldn't run from it any more. I needed to confront it, admit it and let people know it doesn't bother me. You showed me that, despite my mistake, I do not have to accept what is thrown at me. And you, WOW, I have never felt so loved, so cared for, so protected. It has clarified everything for me." She sprung to her feet, and went up to her room. On the way she stopped and looked at me from mid stairs, and said, "E V E R Y T H I N G!" I sat, legs still spread, cock hanging limp and wet, leaning back on the couch. My mind kept turning that phrase over in my head, "Everything." What did she mean? What was covered in her mind by Everything? I tucked my cock back in pulled up my shorts and zipped myself up. I walked to my room and flopped down on my bed and let my spinning mind circle itself into a downward spiral of sleep. When I woke in the morning I found my alarm in the floor, off and forty five minutes past my wakeup time. I rolled over and pick up my phone from the bedside table and called work, "John, hey it's me Mike. Yeah, damn, you heard already? Yeah, I need to take care of a few things today. Sure, I'll use a personal day. Thank you John." I hung up the phone, and fell back on the bed. I needed to talk to Jennifer. After using the bathroom and washing up, I headed to Jen's room and knocked. I waited a moment and knocked again and then peered inside. Her bed was made and the room was empty. I went to the kitchen made some coffee and went and sat poolside. I couldn't take my mind off Jennifer or the events from last night. I came to a decision. I needed to find Gabby and talk to her. **************************** Jen and I had talked, but she wouldn't let me near until we talked with Gabby. It was a long week waiting for Gabby to come home. But today was the day. Jennifer had found another job working in a call center answering questions and handling complaints. She wasn't very thrilled with the job, but it paid well and she kept easy hours. I walked the house like a man in his last hours on death row. I couldn't keep still. I stalked the house relentlessly until I heard a car pulling into the drive. I opened the door and walked out onto the porch. Terrence quickly got out of the car, flashed me a smile and hurried around to open Gabby's door. I suspected correctly, Terrence was the one she had met, and it wasn't at school but here, in front of me. I smiled, hands in pockets, as he opened the door and took her hand helping her up and out of the car. They walked around the car hand in hand radiating joy on smiles that drew wide across happy faces. As they closed the distance I stepped forward and hugged them both as one. I let go and took a step back. I took them in and smiled as I said, "My, you two seemed to have found something substantial and wonderful. I hope it lasts, and I hope you'll continue to make each other happy." "Oh my God Dad! We're just dating!" Terrance smiled and replied, "She's dating, but I am trying to please the woman I am going to marry." "Really now?" I said taking Terrance's hand in my and shaking it, "Congratulations." "Would you two stop? We haven't even had sex yet! Oh shit, um sorry Dad." I started laughing hard, "Come on in you two." I went to the kitchen to make us something to drink. I dropped a few ice cubes into each glass and poured some water then bunched them together and carried them to the living room. Who need a fancy tray anyway. I set them down on the coffee table and handed them each a glass. It was cute to see them side by side and exchanging conspiratory glances. I cut directly into what I thought was the heart of their plan, "So, Terrance, tell please. Are you staying for Thanksgiving with us?" I looked to Gabby. Apparently I caught her off guard as she quickly looked to Terrance with wide eyes. Terrance placed a hand on hers, straightened his back and answered, "Only Mr. Meeker, if it is your wish." "Terrance," I answered, as I extended my hand to him, "It is not only my wish, but my expectation to get to know someone my daughter evidently feels so much about." I leaned forward and pulled him to me and as I shook his hand placed my other hand behind his back and gave a hug and pat on his back. I then whispered before breaking the hug, "I hope you have kept my baby safe." Upon the release from my hug Terrance snapped straight and let loose a firm, "Yes, Sir!" I immediately cocked my head and looked at him and asked, "R.O.T.C.?" Again a firm, "Yes, Sir!" "Rank?" "Cadet Lieutenant Colonel, Battalion XO, Sir!" "An architect, and an officer. Terrance, thank you for returning my daughter safe and sound," I said turning to my daughter who was beaming with pride, "Well, don't just sit there. Show him the house and the Rec room where he'll stay for the next few days." She took him by the hand and led him on a tour through the house. I quickly fished out my phone and began to rapidly send texts to Jennifer. I told her we were right about whom it was that had made her look so happy when we chatted each time on Skype. I also told her he would be staying for the Thanksgiving break in the rec room. She texted back, "We might have to keep an eye on them. lol" I sent back, "Don't think so. This guy is a man of honor." Her text was almost immediate, "A man of honor? Bullshit, there can't be two of you?" "Sorry, you're right I am that damn special!" "Roflmfao at work!" "Come home soon please." " I was not fond of texting, but was beginning to see it merits when one was at work and was unable to talk properly. As I finished they went out to the car to retrieve their bags. We had moved poolside. Sweaters were needed, but with the hot chocolate Gabby had made and a clear day, we comfortable talking about odd things. I tried to keep our conversation away from college and their relationship so they need not repeat it when Jennifer got home. I looked at my watch and thought she should be here in a few when I heard, "Why in the hell are you guys out here? Its friggin' cold! Get in here." Before I could turn, she had ducked back in as she fled back indoors. Once inside Gabby poured Jennifer a cup of hot chocolate from the thermos she had made as we sat around the kitchen table. The conversation started slowly but began with the trip back to college for her and Trey, as she preferred to call him. Then moved on to his gentlemanly courting of her. Gabby was frustrated with it purposefulness and steady development, but despite her objections to the pace, she had fallen deeply, and readily accepted it heart and soul. Terrance had insisted on no sex until marriage. She argued with Jennifer and I that it was too old fashioned, that things had changed, but as for me I agreed with Terrance on that point, for them. "For us? What do you mean Dad?" She looked to Jennifer and then me, waiting for an answer. "Well," I said taking Jennifer's hand into mine. "Apparently, and I understand if you are angry with me, but please do not be angry with Jennifer." "Wait, wha-" she looked confused and then realized I was holding Jennifer's hand, "What the fuck? Jennifer, why is he holding your hand . . . Jen!" "Gabby," she began, "remember when I told you a week ago about how I had been struggling to get beyond my past, and how I was struggling to deal with it? Well," she continued before allowing Gabby to answer, "Your Father has been there through it all for me, with me, and showing me that I do not need to hide, that there are people who care about me, and who, who, well, I think may LOVE me despite what I have done." Gabby had locked her eyes onto Jennifer's, then turned to look at me. If she saw anything in my eyes, in that moment it was fear. Fear that I would lose my daughter over my feelings for her friend, and fear that I would lose Jennifer because I could never lose my daughter. I could never allow the latter to happen. Gabby got up from the table and disappeared up the stairs. I went to get up, but Jennifer's hand on my arm stopped me, "No, I need to go talk with her." As Jennifer left the table I looked to Terrance and apologized for the unease of the moment, and then excused myself from the table and went outside. I sat once again, poolside. My mind went blank after the two ideas of losing all that I love fought for dominance before finally shaking them out. The sun was setting quickly and the chill grew deeper, sinking into my bones. Finally I rose. I headed into the house knowing what I had to do.