26 comments/ 79592 views/ 80 favorites First Love, Last Love By: JoeDreamer "Oh damn!" I groaned. "What's wrong?" Kyle asked. I shook my head. "Nothing," I sighed, but he followed my eyes to the brunette across the bar. Kyle let out a long, slow, soft whistled. "Man! What a way to start a new year," he said with a shake of his head. "Tell me about it," I mumbled, and added with another sigh, "I think I'm calling it a night." "I would if I were you," Kyle replied, and then frowning he added, "I thought she moved?" "She did," I said with a shake of my head as I stood and paid my tab. "All the way across the country. Last I heard she married a doctor." "Looks like she's back," Kyle said with a shrug. "No shit," I said sarcastically. "She let her hair grow out. It looks good," Kyle said. "But then again, she was always pretty hot." Kyle was my best friend since grammar school, but he never knew when to shut up. The worse part was that he was right. She did look good. She wasn't wearing anything revealing. Yet, even seeing her in a pair of jeans and a sweater was too much for me to handle. "Later," I said to Kyle. He nodded and turned to a cute blond sitting on his other side. She wasn't alone and her friends were attractive too. I normally would have stayed with Kyle and had fun meeting someone new, but I was no longer in any mood to deal with people, especially women. I hurried toward the front door. I was so focused on escaping as quickly as possible that I didn't see the waitress carrying the tray of food. I bumped into her, and of course the tray went crashing to the floor. So much for escaping unnoticed. "Still as smooth as ever," I heard someone say from behind me. I turned slowly knowing full well who spoke. "Hello, Jodie," I mumbled. She nodded in reply. Jodie had that smirk that I remembered so well and hated so much! Yet, I could also feel my heart constrict as I looked at her. "Well, are you going to apologize to the waitress or not?" Jodie asked, still grinning. My God! She still had a way of making me feel so small and dense! I blushed and quickly turned to the waitress. I apologized and even tried to help clean up. The waitress looked miffed as hell, but the manager came over and handled it correctly. "Who was the food for?" I asked once things calmed down. The waitress frowned and pointed to a nearby table. I walked over to the older couple sitting there and apologized to them as well. "She has you spooked, doesn't she?" the man asked. "Michael!" the wife said with a shake of her head. "Pardon," I frowned. "The cute brunette," he said, grinning. "She an ex-wife?" "Michael, you never mind your own business," the wife sighed. "Well?" the man asked, ignoring his wife. "Ex-girlfriend," I admitted. The wife rolled her eyes. "Something far more than that," she said, but then she blushed again and quickly added, "I'm sorry!" I looked at the two and couldn't help myself. I laughed. "Why don't you let me buy you both a drink for delaying your dinner?" I asked. "Only if you'll join us," the man replied. "Please do," the wife added, "I've been with this man for more years then you can imagine. Some normal conversion would be wonderful!" The man laughed good-naturedly. "You might as well," he said. "The young lady is still watching you and obviously has no intention of letting you leave unmolested." "Unabused," I corrected. They laughed as I sat at one of the two vacant chairs and called the waitress over. We ordered our drinks. I knew my decision to have the drink with them was mostly because I wasn't ready to face Jodie, but it was also at least a little because they seemed like a nice couple. "So, who exactly is she?" the wife asked once the drinks were served. I sighed and took a pull on my beer. "My first love and my first heart break," I replied honestly, rubbing my hand through my hair. "I don't understand how you can love and hate the same person so much!" "It's not as odd as you think," the man said. "And what's that supposed to mean?" the woman asked pointedly. The man just winked at her and turned back to me. The woman shook her head and smiled. "So what happened?" "It was back in high school when I was a senior," I began explaining. I hadn't let myself think about Jodie and high school in a long time. The sight of her obviously brought it all back. "One of my closest friends started dating a junior." "The young lady?" the man asked. I nodded and he made a shame-shame motion with his fingers. "It wasn't like that!" I said, but then blushing added, "At least not at first." "What's that supposed to mean?" the man asked. "Michael, please let him tell the story in his own way," the wife interjected. I nodded in thanks, sighed and gathered my thoughts once again. "My friend Tommy really liked Jodie. The day after their first date he came over my house for dinner. He kept bragging on how she was pretty, smart and had a great sense of humor," I continued. "How did you finally meet her?" the wife asked, and then blushed as she realizing she interrupted. "I'm sorry, but I really am curious." "In the lunch room the next Monday," I smiled. "She was sitting at the cheerleaders' table and I was at the football players' table." "Awe!" the man teased. I rolled my eyes. "Was it love at first sight?" the woman asked. "I thought we were going to let him tell the story in his own way?" the husband asked with a raised eyebrow. "Hush!" the wife snapped, surprising me. The husband just grinned. "For me," I said honestly. "And I thought for her as well at the time." "What happened?" "Nothing at first," I replied. "Nothing?" the husband asked in disbelief. "She was my friend's girlfriend," I answered, but he kept looking at me until I added, "We flirted a little, but nothing else." "That's so honorable!" the wife said. "And stupid," the man added. This earned him a slap on the arm from his wife. "Maybe," I sighed. "And maybe not. A large part of it was that I really didn't know what to do. I was still pretty innocent at the time." "So, what finally brought you two together?" the woman asked. "Valentine's Day and a Sadie Hawkins dance," I replied, smiling as I remembered. "I had just started dating this girl name Lisa. We met at a party a couple of weeks before and somehow ended up making out half the night. She was nice enough, but nothing special. As it turned out, she was also very much infatuated with Tommy." I took a moment to look toward the bar. Kyle was still talking up the blond and probably didn't even realize I was still in the restaurant. Although, how he could have possibly missed my knocking over the waitress's tray was beyond me. Jodie was on the other side of the bar, closest to me. There was a small group of guys around her. She caught me looking and smirked again. What a bitch! "The story," the woman prompted. I turned back to the older couple. "Well, a week before our school's Valentine's Day Sadie Hawkins dance Lisa broaches the subject that she and Jodie want to try an experiment," I explained. The husband raised an eyebrow. I shook my head. "Get your mind out of the gutter," I said. "Remember, I was still pretty innocent at the time. We all were." "So, what was the experiment?" the wife asked. "They wanted to switch dates for the dance," I sighed. "Ouch!" the man said. "How did Tommy take it?" the woman asked. "About as well as you would expect," I sighed. "He was not happy, but thankfully it was something the ladies came up with, not me." "So, did you go to the dance with Jodie?" the wife asked. "Well, Tommy fought it at first," I replied. "But by this time it was pretty obvious that Jodie and I were going to be a couple." "You didn't act like it was all that obvious back then." I turned at the voice and saw Jodie standing just behind me. Before I could react she moved around to the free chair and sat down without being invited. "Don't you think it's rather impolite of you to just sit without being asked?" I nearly growled. "Not as rude as talking about me as if I wasn't here!" she snapped in reply. I sighed and shook my head. "All right you two," the man grinned. "You're both welcome to stay, but only if you promise to behave." "And you have to finish the story," the woman added. I opened my mouth to speak, but Jodie spoke first. "He told me he would go with me if I broke up with Tommy," she said. "So, I did, but he still wouldn't go out with me." "That's because I talked to Tommy afterward and he said you were still a couple," I put in. "And that was my fault?" she snapped. "Obviously," I replied with a shrug. "You weren't clear enough." "I was so mad when you told me you still wouldn't go with me!" she said, clearly remembering the anger. "I forgot! Your finger," I grinned. "Your finger?" the woman asked. This time Jodie blushed. "I was so angry that I accidentally slammed my locker door on it," she admitted. "It was bad. She lost the nail," I added. "What happened next?" the woman asked. This time I took up telling the story. "Well, to make an already long story short, she had another talk with Tommy and we went to the dance," I said with a smile. "I told you back then, I always get what I want," Jodie grinned. "Yes, you did," I replied, losing my smile. "A year later you told me you wanted to see other people and you got that as well." "Only after you admitted to cheating on me!" she cried, drawing the attention of some people from other tables. "Bah! I kissed another girl when I was drunk and at college," I snapped. "It wasn't the brightest thing to do, but I told you immediately." "It was a bit more than just a kiss!" she said nastily. "Not that much more!" I cried, drawing some of my own attention from the surrounding tables. "I came home every weekend after that and called you almost every day. You were too busy being the 'most popular' girl in high school to bother with me any more!" "Wow," the man said. "You two are younger than us, but it's not like you're children anymore. This had to have happened years ago." "You two fight like brother and sister," the woman added, and then frowning added, "Actually, you look enough alike to be brother and sister." Jodie and I smiled at each other despite the argument. This woman wasn't the first one to say it. It was a big joke back in high school. I decided it was time to lighten the atmosphere. "You know, I got hit on by a guy in my dorm because of her," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Really?" Jodie asked with a grin. I smiled and nodded. "Yes," I replied. "I used to get off of the phone with you and rant about how much I hated you and all women. He took me a little too seriously." "You always did have a nice ass," Jodie said. I shook my head while the man and woman burst out laughing. "Oh my," the woman said between laughs, obviously surprised by Jodie's statement. "So, how come you two never got back together?" the man asked once the laughter died down. "We did," Jodie said. "Briefly." "Really?" the woman asked in surprise. "After college," I added with another sigh. "We went on a couple of dates and then I didn't hear from him for a month or two. The next thing I heard was that he was getting married," Jodie said, and then looked at me and asked, "How is Faith?" I could tell she already knew from her expression. "Doing fine with her new husband," I replied. "I heard she was also heart broken when you left her," Jodie said angrily, but her tone softened when she saw my expression. She realized that had gone too far. "Sorry." The four of us fell silent for a moment. "What happened with your doctor?" I asked. "He was married to his job and I wanted more attention then he was willing to give," she joked, but her smile didn't make it to her eyes. Jodie had faced her share of pain over the years. "You always needed a lot of attention," I teased, trying to make her smile for real. It worked. She actually laughed. "Look who's talking!" she replied. "So," the man interjected. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to know what happened." He was looking at me. "If you stopped seeing her, why are you acting like she dumped you?" "That's what I want to know?" Jodie asked. I sighed. This wasn't something I wanted to speak about in front of the couple. Actually, it wasn't something I wanted to speak about at all. Thankfully, we were interrupted by the arrival of the food. "Well, that's my cue to leave," I said as I stood. The man looked as if he was ready to argue, but he nodded instead when he saw my expression. "Me too," Jodie added. "You two are welcome to join us," the wife offered. "Thanks, but no thanks," I replied. "It was nice meeting you both." "Good luck," the man said to me with a wink. Jodie saw it. "He'll need it," she said, causing the couple to laugh again. I walked away, but instead of leaving I found the older couple's waitress. "Here," I said, handing over my credit card. "Please put their dinner on my card." I'd promised them a drink, but they were such a nice couple that I decided to pay for their entire meal. I was waiting for my card back when Jodie walked up. "Nice people," she said. I nodded. We stood silently for a few moments. "Jodie, what do you want?" I finally asked as the waitress returned. "Just to talk," she replied, her face growing serious. "It's been years and I'm curious." "About what?" I asked. "Well, about you," she replied. "About what you've been doing since we last saw each other. I'm wondering how your family is doing. I heard John married Beth. Was the wedding fun?" "Is that all?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She smiled again, but it was a sad smile. "Well, I also wouldn't mind finding out about why you stopped calling me and decided to get married to someone else," she added. I sighed. "That was a long time ago. Can't we just leave it?" I asked. "You broke my heart," she replied, surprising me. "Bull," I said succinctly. Her eyebrows rose for a moment and then her expression turned angry. "Why would you say something like that?" she asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. This wasn't the place or time to rehash old wounds. "I've got to go," I said. Jodie looked at me and shook her head, but she didn't stop me from leaving. I walked into my apartment twenty minutes later and went directly to my bedroom. I didn't even bother turning on a light. I was exhausted and all I could think about was my bed. The only problem was that as soon as my head hit the pillow, Jodie face formed in my mind. I was still awake when the sun rose. * * * A few weeks later I found myself waiting in my car for Kyle. He ran into a supermarket to pick up some steaks for dinner. Just before he left he grinned and dropped an envelop in my lap. I opened it and slowly shook my head. I hated Valentine's Day. I had for years. I couldn't really explain why, but it always seemed like such a farce. I could deal with and even enjoy the Halloween and Christmas silliness, but Valentine's Day was another thing altogether. Kyle on the other hand, loved the holiday. He and his ex-wife used to throw a huge party every year that he forced me to go to, but it stopped once they separated. As far as I was concerned it was the one good thing that came out of the divorce. Kyle had warned me that he was going to start having the parties again, but I hoped it was just a momentary insanity that he would get over. The invitation that came out of the envelope said otherwise. I groaned to myself. The worse part was that I would have to find a date. No one went to a Valentine's Day party without a date, not unless it was a singles party and I absolutely refused to go to that type of party. It gave new meaning to the term 'meat market'. For a moment I wished that I hadn't broke up with Jane the week before, but then I sighed and shook my head. It wouldn't have been right to lead her on. We had a good thing for a few months, but a couple of weeks ago I started to realize that she wasn't the right girl for me. I also saw that she was starting to think about us long term. That would never do. I had no intention of ever committing to one woman ever again. It was just too painful. I'd learned my lesson from Faith. Well, Faith and Jodie. Thinking of Jodie made me suddenly realize that my decision to break up with Jane happened not long after I saw Jodie again. I groaned. That bitch was still messing with my life! "Where is Kyle?" I mumbled to myself, but there was still no sign of him. I needed to think about something else so I tried to focus on the invitation and the Valentine's Day party. I had a sudden flashback to Jodie's and my first date. We were posing in front of a heart shaped background for a picture. We had a great time that day. It was probably the only Valentine's Day I ever enjoyed. "Oh shit!" I snapped out loud as a thought came to me. Did I dislike Valentine's Day because of Jodie? "This is ridiculous!" I looked up toward the supermarket door for Kyle again. I wanted to go home. Of course, Kyle was taking his sweet time. I was just about to turn away when I saw her. It was as if the thought of her made Jodie appear. I shook my head and groaned silently. She was walking out of the supermarket with a full cart. My eyes followed her as if I were in a trance. I watched as she loaded her car with the groceries. She returned the cart to the front of the supermarket when she was done. I thought she was oblivious to me, but as she walked back toward her car she looked directly at me and smiled. "Close your mouth," Kyle grinned as he entered the car. I hadn't seen him exit the store. "It's hanging open." "Jodie..." I began, but he cut me off. "I know," he said. "I saw her in the store." I quickly started the car and left the parking lot. I drove to Kyle's place in complete silence. I felt his eyes on me, but I refused to speak. "You know, since you and Jane broke up you might want to invite Jodie to my party," he said. I looked at him as if he were from another planet. He saw my look and quickly became defensive, "Alright! Alright! It was just a thought." The next few weeks went by in a blur. Work was crazy and I tried to bury myself in it, but everywhere I turned there was signs of Valentine's Day. It seemed like every store was selling heart shaped chocolate or flowers. I inevitably thought of Jodie each time I saw something that reminded me of the holiday. "So, who did you decide to take to my party?" Kyle asked one afternoon when we met for lunch. "I haven't," I replied. "You do know that the party is this Saturday?" he asked sarcastically. "Yes," I said, and then sighing, added, "I've decided not to go." "You what!" Kyle cried. "It's not that big of a deal..." I began, but he cut me off. "Yes it is!" he snapped. "This is my first Valentine's Day party since my divorce and I want you there." I made to argue, but I could tell Kyle wasn't going to let me out of going. "Okay," I said with a shake of my head. "I'll show." "Good," Kyle said, calming considerably. "Now who are you bringing?" "Maybe no one," I replied. He smiled. "Nonsense!" he said. "Shelly says she knows the perfect girl for you." I groaned. Shelly was Kyle's new girlfriend. He met her that night I first saw Jodie again at the bar. She was the blond. "I have no intention of having a blind date for Valentine's Day!" I growled. That was worse then showing up alone! "Leave it to me," he grinned. "Kyle..." I began, but he cut me off. "Just make sure you show up or I'll kick your ass," he snapped. I raised one eyebrow. Kyle and I hadn't gotten in a fight in years, but let's just say he was a lover, not a fighter. First Love, Last Love "I'm quivering," I joked. "You are such a dick!" he snapped, but then he laughed and added, "I hope Shelly's friend is cute. All she would tell me was that the lady has a great personality." "Kyle, I don't want a blind date!" I said. He nodded, but I could tell he was ignoring me. This was going to be a long weekend. * * * "What, no red?" Kyle asked as I entered his house. The party was already in full swing. The entire house was done up in shades of red. "I always thought it was your ex who had such tacky taste," I joked back. "Let's go find Shelly," he said. "She'll want to say hello." He led the way and I followed, knowing full well he was leading me toward whatever woman Shelly had picked out for me. A feeling of dread started to well up inside of me. We found Shelly in the kitchen. A tall blond woman was helping her pull hors d'oeuvres out of the oven. She was cute enough. "This is Shelly sister," Kyle introduced with a grin. "Her husband is around here somewhere." I said hello. A rather plumb woman entered the kitchen. She looked at Shelly and smiled. The feeling of dread deepened. "Cher! You made it!" Shelly cried and ran to hug her friend. "It was harder than you think," Cher replied. "My mother got sick and wasn't available to watch the baby, so I had to use one of my nieces." "Bob agreed to that?" Shelly asked in surprise. "Well, after two weeks at home with our new baby, even an overprotective jerk like him needs a night out," Cher joked as I sighed in relief, but then I felt like an ass. The truth was that Cher seemed nice. "Is Carol here yet?" Shelly asked. I looked at Kyle, but he shook his head. Carol wasn't my blind date either. "Not yet," Cher replied. "Her baby sitter couldn't make it until later." "I think I'd better go find your blind date before you bolt," Kyle said with a grin as he left. I shook my head. "Blind date?" Shelly asked. I looked at her in confusion. "Kyle says you and he set me up with one of your friends," I replied. Shelly frowned and shrugged. "Not one of my friends," she replied. "I hate the whole idea of blind dates." "Me too," I sighed, and then began to add, "But then who ..." A thought hit me and I stopped talking mid-sentence. The color must have drained from my face because Shelly sounded concerned. "What's wrong?" Shelly asked. "If you boyfriend did what I think he did," I growled. "You'd better call the coroner because I'm going to kill him!" "What did he do?" she asked. "Forget it," I said as I bolted toward the back door. I needed to get out of Kyle's house now! "Slow down sailor." I froze. It wasn't the words. It was the voice that said them. Kyle has actually done it! I was going to kill him! He must have felt my anger because he was standing behind Jodie looking ready to run. Of course, he was wearing a huge grin. "Not afraid of little old me?" Jodie continued. "Afraid? No," I said calmly. "Terrified would be more honest." Jodie laughed. "This kitchen is getting rather crowded," Shelly said. She didn't know Jodie, but she could tell there was something between us. "Why don't you two go get a drink?" "Sounds good to me," Jodie said. I shook my head and followed her out of the room. Kyle was sure to keep someone between him and I at all times. "I'll get you for this!" I growled lowly once Jodie was out of the room. "Your welcome," Kyle replied. I shook my head again. Jodie was waiting for me with a smile. I couldn't help but return it. She was wearing a black turtleneck with a crimson vest and black slacks. She looked amazing, as usual. We made our way to the drinks and I grabbed a beer and made her a fuzzy navel. "You remembered," she smiled. I shrugged, causing her to sigh. "Look," Jodie said. "Kyle called me and set this whole thing up. We don't actually have to go through with it. I'll leave if you want." "No," I said quickly, surprising myself. "It wouldn't be fair considering you got all dressed up and everything." "That's okay," she said with a smile that quickly turned into a grin. "It was worth it just to see your expression." I shook my head and laughed. "By the way, my mother sends her love," Jodie said. "How is she doing?" I asked honestly curious. I heard that her husband died a couple of years ago. He wasn't Jodie's biological father and she had issues with him growing up, but I always liked the man. "Good," she replied, and then obviously thinking about something else, she quickly added, "Oh, you'll love this!" "What?" "Janice is going to be a grandmother!" Jodie laughed. "Your sister?" I asked in surprise. "Of course my sister!" she replied with a roll of her eyes. Her action brought back so many memories of when we used to date that I couldn't help but smile. "Sammy must be ecstatic," I said. Sammy was Janice's husband. "They both are," Jodie grinned. The next couple of hours went by in a blur. I ended up having a great time. I forgot how much fun Jodie was to be around. I knew most of the people Kyle invited and quite a few were friends from high school. They all had something smart to say when they saw Jodie and I together. I was returning from the kitchen when I found Jodie talking to Barry. There was a twinge of jealousy, but I let it go. Barry was the first guy Jodie dated back in high school when she decided we needed to see other people. He was in her class and everyone liked him, even me. It wasn't really that big of a deal for them to be talking. Barry was married with three kids and Jodie and I weren't even dating, but it bothered me just the same. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that it was the memory of Jodie and my break that was the problem, not Barry himself. I sighed and made my way over. "Hello, Barry," I said, holding out my hand. "Hey!" he said, taking hold of it and shaking. "It's good to see you." The three of us talked for a while before he excused himself. "It's time for a game!" Kyle called out and I groaned. "What?" Jodie asked. I shook my head. "You don't want to know," I said, but then explained anyway. "Kyle loves to play stupid couple games during these parties." "What kind of games?" Jodie teased with a slight smile and raised eyebrow. There was something in her expression that sent a chill down my spine. She always had a way of doing that to me. Of course, she never backed up her flirting with action! I decided it was time to tease her back a little. "There are a bunch, but be careful because they all tend to be sexual in nature," I said seriously. She looked at me, obviously startled. "You're joking?" she asked. I shrugged, fighting hard to keep a straight face. "The last time Kyle had one of these parties it got a little out of hand," I said. Jodie looked at me and then slowly started shaking her head. "I have no intention of playing whatever game Kyle has come up with," she said. "I'm far too old to be playing that type of a game." "Prude," I teased. "I am not a prude," she said. "In fact, if my memory serves, I was the more adventurous of us." "Sure," I grinned. "When it came to drinking and stuff like that, but not when it came to sex." "That's just because I was so clueless in that area," she replied, blushing. I don't know why I said what I said next. I guess it was the alcohol. "Me too," I admitted. "Really?" she asked in surprise. "Oh, come on! You had to know," I insisted. Jodie looked at me. "That explains a lot," she said. It was my turn to frown. "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked. Jodie just smiled and shook her head. "What?" "Later," she said, and then asked, "No what are we going to do while the others play this game?" "You're not playing?" Kyle asked as he walked up. "I'm not into sex games," Jodie snapped. Kyle frowned and looked toward me. I winked and his frown turned into a smile. "The closest to a sex game we've ever played was Twister," he said. "Just what kind of a party do you think I'm having?" "But he said..." Jodie began, pointing at me. "She always was a bit of a pervert," I interjected. "I don't know where she gets these ideas." "You bastard!" Jodie snapped, slapping me in the arm. "You know, I'm sure any number of the guys here would be willing to play those types of games with you if you want," Kyle continued. "Just try and be discreet. Take it in a room." "I just might do that!" she growled. She was still blushing. "So, what kind of a game do you have this year?" I asked Kyle, changing the subject. "It's a 'How well do you know your partner' game," he said, growing serious. "Every one gets a form to fill out. It asked questions about your date. The couple who gets the best combined score wins a prize." "What?" Jodie asked. "They get to spend ten minute in a bedroom together," Kyle teased. I laughed, but Jodie just shook her head. "Actually, I have a nice bottle of champagne that I've been saving for the occasion." "The one you picked up in France last year?" I asked. "Exactly," Kyle replied. "That's an awfully expensive prize," I said, surprised he was willing to part with it. "Well, I needed something that would make people willing to play," Kyle replied, and then he handed us two forms and paper. "I'm entering you two." "No," I said, trying to give back the form. "Too late," he laughed and walked away. I turned toward Jodie. "I don't mind," she said. "It could be fun." "We haven't really talked to each other in years," I argued. Jodie shrugged and started reading the questions. "That's an interesting question," Jodie said, putting the pencil to her bottom lip. My curiosity got the best of me. I looked down at the paper and read the first question. It seemed simple enough. She was obviously not talking about that one. "Which question?" I asked. Jodie moved closer and held her paper like she was going to show it to me, but instead she totally shocked me by leaning in and kissing me. I stood numb until she was done. "Hmm," she said, sounding disappointed. "I guess I'll have to change my answer to question four." I looked down and read the question. I quickly looked at her. She was smiling. "So, you think I'm a good kisser?" I asked. "I used to," she replied, her smile turned into a grin. I shook my head and focused on answering the questions. Jodie laughed and started filling in her own sheet. Most of the people around us were doing the same thing. I was on question seven when I looked back at question four. "Oh, to hell with it!" I grumbled as I leaned toward Jodie. She looked up and I kissed her. This time it was her turn to be surprised. Of course, her surprise didn't last nearly as long as mine. Jodie returned my kiss almost immediately. It felt like every nerve in my body came alive at once. "Hey you two! Cut that out! That's cheating!" Kyle said from across the room. Most of the people present were laughing. "No research during the game!" I broke the kiss and blushed. Jodie took a moment before she opened her eyes. "That was nice," she said. "Now, answer whatever you like to question four," I said and turned back toward my paper. Jodie made a big show out of erasing one of her answer. A number of people laughed. I shook my head, but found it hard not to smile. The next twenty minutes were spent answering questions. There were quite a few. It actually turned out being more fun then I expected because there was rampart cheating. Maybe cheating is too strong of a term. The couples were looking at each other's answers and making comments. Every so often a couple would start fighting until everyone started teasing them. My favorite comments came from a couple I barely knew. One of the questions prompted the husband to tease his wife about her lack of experience before they started dating. They were both pretty drunk. "I think it's funny how someone with my experience settled for a virgin," the husband joked. He thought he was being historical, but his wife didn't seem to think so. "The funny part is that you still believe that I was a virgin," the wife retorted causing everyone to burst out laughing. Kyle and Shelly collected the papers and took them into the kitchen. A couple of her friend went with then to help figure out who won. I thought to go as well, but Jodie stopped me. "Let's dance," she said, taking my hand in hers. I could feel her warmth spread through me from her hand. I shook my head at my reaction, but followed her to the dining room. It was converted to a dance floor for the party. Kyle actually had someone acting as a disc jockey. We started dancing and the time flew. "We'll be announcing the winner to the contest in a few more minutes," Kyle said between songs. He saw Jodie and I dancing. He smiled and turned toward the DJ. He said something I couldn't hear, but I wasn't surprised when the next song came on. It was a slow one, and not just any slow one. "Sounds familiar," Jodie smiled. She looked at me to see if I remembered. I nodded slightly and she smiled. "I haven't danced to this song in years," she said, and then paused before looking at me carefully and adding, "Not since the last time we danced to it." "Me neither," I admitted, holding my hands out. Jodie came to me and filled my arms. She smelled wonderful. I should have left the dance floor right then because I knew this was a mistake, but I couldn't. I wanted it too much. I decided that for the length of this single song I'd simply forget my concerns and fears, and let go. Jodie must have sensed my decision because she smiled and leaned into me. The song was as beautiful as I remembered and for the first time in years I didn't feel any pain as I listened to it. I leaned forward and kissed Jodie once more as the last few notes played. I held her for a moment after the song ended and she looked willing to hold on even longer, but Kyle was gathering everyone to announce the winner. "Let's go," I said, my voice horse for some reason. Jodie nodded, but didn't seem happy about it. We followed everyone into the living room. Kyle went on for a few minutes about some of the answers people gave. It was hilarious, but eventually he wound down and made the 'big' announcement. "Okay, first place and this lovely bottle of champagne goes to Barry and his wife Joan," Kyle finally said. Everyone applauded. Barry took the bottle and shook Kyle's hand. "I think we'll save this for our anniversary next month," he said. "Aw!" a number of people called out. Barry just laughed and went back to his wife. Everyone started turning away, but Kyle called them all back. "This year I've decided that the second place finishers will also get a prize as well," he said. "What do they get?" someone called from the corner of the room. "An hour alone in one of my spare bedroom upstairs!" Kyle said, causing everyone to laugh. "No! I'm serious!" The laughter continued, but I could tell from his expression that he wasn't kidding. He looked toward Jodie and I and smiled, before turning back to the crowd. "He wouldn't," Jodie said suddenly. I frowned and looked at her before it hit me. "Oh, yes he would," I groaned. "The second place winners did far better than a couple that hasn't really been a couple for years should be able to do," Kyle said, looking directly at me. So did half the people in the place. Kyle announced Jodie and I as the second place winners to jeers and teasing from just about everyone. "Fix!" someone called out. Kyle placed his hand on his heart before answering. "No! I swear!" he said. "They were the only ones within spitting distance of Barry and Joan." "So how did you and Shelly do?" someone called. "We'll, we're only been dating a few weeks so far," he said, blushing. "Six weeks," Shelly corrected, causing everyone to laugh again. "Hey! Let's not forget to give the second place winners their prize," Kyle said, pushing everyone attention back toward us. "That's okay," I said. "What? Don't think you can last an hour alone with Jodie?" someone asked. "I'm sure I can't," I replied. "What's that supposed to mean?" Jodie asked with a raised eyebrow. I just shrugged innocently. The laughter continued. "Let's go you two," Kyle said taking us both by the hand. A few of the others joined him in 'helping' us along. "Oh, please!" I sighed. "We're not kids any more." "Yeah," Jodie agreed. "It's not like we both don't have our own places to spend time together in." "Aha!" Kyle said with a grin. "So, you two plan on spending the night together!" "No!" I snapped, but no one heard me except Jodie. Everyone else was laughing. She frowned, but remained silent. "Just come along and accept your prize," Kyle insisted. "It would be rude to turn it down." So, a few minutes later Jodie and I were alone in one of Kyle's spare bedrooms. Kyle and those who helped him drag us there left with a couple of rude suggestions. I could hear them laugh as they made their way back to the party. "So now what?" I asked nervously. "Well, I think we are supposed to kiss and see what happens afterward," Jodie teased. "But I'm willing to talk if that's what you want to do." "This is a bad idea," I sighed. Jodie shrugged. "Maybe, but don't you think it's time you finally told me why you did what you did?" she asked. "I'd rather not," I replied. "Tough," Jodie snapped. I was tempted to leave, but she wanted to know and Jodie really was the type to get what she wanted. I decided that it was pointless not to tell her. She wouldn't stop asking until I did. "You really don't want to know," I said, trying one last time to convince her to let it be. "It was a long time ago." "Tell me," she insisted. I shook my head and took a deep breath before answering. "I loved you too much," I finally admitted. "What?" she asked in amazement, but then continued before I could speak. "Are you trying to tell me you married another woman because you cared too much for me?" Her voice held her disbelief. "Yes," I replied, but then after a moment's hesitation, I shook my head and added, "And no." Jodie sat down on the edge of the bed. "This should be good," she sighed, waiting for me to continue. "Jodie, it's too hard to explain," I said, rubbing my hand through my hair. It wasn't really all that difficult, but the amount of effort it would take to open myself up was huge. "Try," she insisted. I looked and her a moment and finally admitted the truth. "You didn't love me enough," I said. Jodie jumped up. "How dare you say that! I cried when I heard you were getting married!" she yelled. I could see her eyes well up in tears. We fell silent for a few minutes while we both gathered ourselves. "Ryan," I finally said. "Ryan who?" Jodie asked. I shrugged. "You never told me his last name." "Ryan Finnigan?" Jodie said. "The guy I dated the summer between my junior and senior year of college?" I smiled sadly and nodded. Jodie frowned and asked, "What about him?" "Do you remember when I visited you at the pool you were life guarding at that summer?" I asked. Jodie nodded and I continued. "We were friends again by then, but we weren't dating. You were hurting because Ryan broke up with you. All you could talk about was how hurt you were." "I remember," Jodie said. "You said that you hoped Ryan and I would get back together." "Yes, because you obviously loved him very much," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Jodie sat next to me. I could have leaned a little and touched her, but I kept my distance. "I loved you so much that if your happiness meant you being with another man, then so be it. It was one of the most painful moments in my life, but I can honestly say that I wanted you to be happy no matter what it cost me." We again fell silent. This time Jodie broke it. First Love, Last Love "I did care for Ryan a lot," she said. "But we never got back together. It wasn't meant to be. It shouldn't have matter a year later when we started dating again." "But it did," I said smiling sadly. "Because you loved someone more than you loved me." "You don't know that! If you loved me, you should have fought for me," Jodie said, her pain plain on her face. I shook my head. "I would have fought to protect you," I said. "But not for your heart. A heart has to be given freely or what's the point?" "So, you married a woman you didn't love?" Jodie asked in disbelief. "Oh, I loved Faith," I replied. "She's a good woman, better than I deserved." "But you didn't love her more than you loved me," she said knowingly. I shook my head sadly. "No," I sighed. "I tried to rationalize that I did at the time, but as the years went by it became harder and harder to stay convinced. That's why the marriage eventually failed. You were my first love and I don't think I'll ever love someone like I love you." "You once told me that I might find someone I loved more, but I'd never find someone who loved me more," Jodie said slowly as she remembered. "Exactly," I smiled sadly. "But you still married her," she said in confusion. "I had a choice," I said with a shake of my head. "You and I started dating. I thought that we might actually have a chance of getting back together. Faith and I were supposed to be going steady, so I broke up with her again." "Again?" Jodie asked. "It was the third time in two years," I replied. "I would never have put up with that!" she snapped. "I know," I smiled sadly. "Faith put up with all my shit and still loved me no matter what. I was her first love." "Wow," Jodie said, finally acting as if she understood what I was saying. "You married Faith because you could relate to what she was feeling." "No," I snorted. "I didn't marry Faith out of pity or even empathy." At least I hoped I didn't. "Then why?" "I married her because I viewed it as the better of two choices," I said with a sigh. "I could either wait and hope to marry you or marry Faith." "I wasn't worth the wait," she asked. "It wasn't that either," I said, remembering. "It came to me one night after we started dating again." "What?" "You would have been settling if you married me," I said, speaking the words out loud for the first time. It hurt to say them. "I couldn't live with that. You deserved better. I deserved better!" I stood, fighting back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. I left the room quickly before Jodie could reply and slipped out of Kyle's house unnoticed. I made it home in record time, but this time I didn't even bother trying to go to sleep. I felt like such a fool! I should never have told Jodie the truth. I didn't feel any better. In fact, I felt worse. My admission didn't change the facts. All it did is make me feel lousy. * * * I was home alone still feeling horrible three days later. I made myself go to work on Monday and Tuesday , but I had problems focusing. It got so bad that earlier today my boss suggested I take a couple of days off. She was a good manager. She didn't pry, but her concern was real and I realized my mood was affecting my friends and coworkers. I left at lunchtime. "Just another Tuesday," I said aloud as I finished my second beer. It didn't work. I knew it was Valentine's Day. How I hated the day! I had music blaring trying to stop myself from thinking too much. It wasn't working. Neither was the beer. That didn't stop me from going to the refrigerator and grabbing another. Kyle called me and left a couple of messages. I didn't bother returning them. I wasn't really mad at him. I just wasn't in the mood to talk. I was showered and dressed to go out, but I knew that in the end I wasn't going to leave my house. A knock on the front door drew my attention, but I decided to ignore it. The only problem was that with the blaring music and my car in the driveway, it was pretty obvious I was home. The person was persistent. I realized that it had to be Kyle. I was still tempted to ignore the knock, but we were friends for too long for me to do that. "I'm coming!" I hollered as I stood and went to the door. I threw it open and grumbled, "Shouldn't you be out with Shelly by now?" Yet, instead of Kyle, Jodie was standing there. I hadn't realized that it was raining, but it was and she was soaked. The weather was unseasonably warm, but that meant rain and some rather nasty wind. "Come in," I yelled so that I could be heard over the music. I felt almost numb as I turning and walking toward the bathroom. I returned with a towel. Jodie was still standing by the door but it was closed now and she was taking off her coat. I threw her the towel and went to my stereo. I turned off the music. For a moment the silence was almost deafening. "You were wrong, you know," Jodie said slowly as she finished drying her face. She didn't even bother to say hello. "About what?" I asked. "I didn't love Ryan more than you." "But..." I began. Jodie stepped close and stopped me from speaking by placing her fingers on my lips. "That day by the pool was only a week after Ryan and I broke up. The hurt was fresh," she said. "I was in pain and you were there for me." "Like a friend," I sighed sadly. "Yes!" she snapped. "Like a friend! There's nothing wrong with that. I needed a friend and you were there. I told you things I never told another living soul!" "I remember," I said glumly. "You told me how amazing sex was with Ryan, unlike the fiasco that happened with us." "I did say that," Jodie said with a shake of her head. "And I'm sorry." "Don't be," I sighed. "The truth is the truth." "Do you remember our first and only time," she asked. "Please, what a horror," I laughed, not really feeling any joy. "You and my parents dropped me off at college. They left us alone and we fumbled through a quick grope session. I'm not even sure we actually did it! In my defense, I was pretty clueless back then and we were rushed." "Exactly!" Jodie cried, surprising me. "Not only that, but I wasn't really all that cooperative. I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen." "What's your point?" I asked. "Only that I doubt very much that your still clueless and I know what I want to happen this time," Jodie replied. I was tempted, sorely tempted. I wanted Jodie. I always had, but I still couldn't bare the thought of being someone she settled for. I moved away. "I need to think," I said as I started pacing. It was all so surreal! It was almost as if I was afraid to take a chance on being happy. Jodie sat there watching me. I looked at her and she smiled. "Come on," she teased. "You know you want to!" I burst out laughing. It was my first real laugh in days. "Yes, but will you still love me in the morning?" I joked. Jodie grew serious. "You were my first love too, you know," she said. "I never stopped caring and I never will. You need to believe that you are the love of my life also!" I looked at her carefully and then shook my head and sighed. I was having a problem accepting what she was saying. I'd spent too many years sure that she cared more for Ryan than me. "Why don't we just see what happens?" she asked with a smile as she leaned forward, obviously waiting for me to kiss her. Her meaning was plain to see. I couldn't believe I was going to pass this chance up. Jodie was still the hottest women I'd ever met. I always dreamed of a second chance to make love to her. I screwed up so badly that first time! Yet, I couldn't do it. Not just for the sex. There was definitely something wrong with me! "I need more than that," I finally said. Jodie frowned in surprise. "Are you saying you don't want me?" she asked. I started laughing, almost hysterically. "You've got to be kidding!" I cried. "I want you more than you can ever imagine!" "Then what's the problem?" she asked. I moved close and looked into her eyes. Leaning forward, I kissed her. Our lips fit perfectly. I broke the kiss reluctantly. I was afraid it would be our last. "I want all of you," I finally answered. "Body and soul. I want you to be my Valentine today, and for the rest of our lives." I made eye contact, trying to make her understand. "Did you just propose to me?" Jodie asked, completely stunned. Her reasonable reaction bothered me. "Why the surprise?" I asked with a shrug. "I was ready to marry you when we were eighteen. The years haven't changed that." "But we're not even dating again, yet," she replied. I nodded sadly. Her reaction wasn't what I hoped for, but it was what I expected. "I know," I sighed. "But if you truly felt the same way that I do, then it wouldn't matter." Jodie looked at me and we stood in silence for a couple of seconds. "Sure, easy for you to say!" she finally grumbled. "You don't have to explain it to my mother!" "And that would be your reason for not accepting my proposal?" I asked sarcastically. I knew she wasn't going to marry me, but she could have been more honest about why. "Possibly," Jodie insisted, causing me to frown. She was not looking at me anymore, nor was she making sense. "Oh come on!" I cried, "If that's the only reason, then I'll tell your mother!" Jodie looked at me suddenly and smiled. "Deal!" she said. "W-What?" I asked incredulously. "If you tell my mother we're getting married, then I'll marry you," Jodie replied succinctly. "But..." I began. Jodie cut me off. "What the matter? Didn't you mean your proposal?" she asked. I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Of course," I said. "But why would you want me to tell your mother?" "Because her first reaction will be to say 'I told you so!' and I don't want to hear it!" Jodie replied. "Your serious!" I said in surprise. "Yes, you'll have to tell my mother," she replied. "No!" I snapped as grabbed both of her arms and made her face me. "I mean you serious about marrying me." Jodie gently took my hand in hers and made me release her. "Of course, that's not something a girl jokes about," she said softly as she looked into my eyes. "Only, please be sure that you want this. I've already had one failed marriage and I don't want to go through another messy divorce." "Jodie," I said carefully. "I've always known that you are the love of my life. I'll never let you go if you marry me." "Well then," she said. "Let's get married." "Are you sure?" I asked. Jodie laughed. "Of course," she said. "You're the reason I moved back to town. I told my mother that I wanted to see you and see if the magic was still there. She said that if I did we'd be engaged by the third date. I didn't believe her. I should have known better," Jodie smiled and I laughed. "There is only one thing we need to address before making this engagement formal," she added. Her tone was light, but there was an underlying seriousness that concerned me. "What?" I asked nervously. "Well, there is the whole sexual compatibility issue we've yet to resolve." I felt relieved. "Is that all?" I laughed. "Aren't you concerned in the least that we won't be able to fulfill each other in that area?" she asked in surprise. "No," I said succinctly, taking her by the hand and leading her toward my bedroom. "But..." she began, laughing nervously. I shushed her. I knew that there was no way I wouldn't be satisfied by Jodie. I also knew that I'd do whatever it took to satisfy her. I wasn't an inexperienced boy anymore and God wasn't that cruel. We entered my bedroom and I pulled Jodie to me. She was still a little uncomfortable, but I kissed her passionately until she relaxed. "You were always a great kisser," she sighed. I smiled. "You too," I said, and then grinning added, "Now take off your clothes." "Oh, very romantic!" she said laughing nervously. "I've never seen you completely naked," I smiled. "I've dreamed about it for years." "No pressure!" she grinned. I looked at her and finally realized a truth I'd been missing. "You're not comfortable with your body," I said in amazement. "Who is?" she asked with a forced laugh. "Oh come on!" I said with a roll of my eyes. "You're the hottest woman I've ever known! Other women would kill for your body!" She looked at me nervously, but she was smiling. "Maybe when I was eighteen," she said dismissively and looked away. I took her chin in my hand and forced her to look into my eyes. "Take off your clothes and let me see you," I insisted. "But what if you're disappointed?" "That's impossible," I answered confidently. Jodie looked into my eyes and saw the sincerity there. "Can I have a glass of water?" she asked. I could tell she was stalling, but that was okay. I wasn't in a rush. "Sure," I replied and made my way to the kitchen. I took my time trying to give her a chance to come to grips with the situation. I grinned when I returned because Jodie was already in my bed with the covers at her neck. I looked and saw her clothes thrown over a chair. "Here is your water," I said. "Put it over there, shut the light and come to bed," she smiled. I put the glass down and moved to the bed. "The light," she reminded me. I shook my head. "I like the light," I said as I started undressing. Jodie watched me, once again looking nervous. I smiled because I saw her bite her bottom lip when I was left with only my underwear. I hadn't been shy in years. I took them off in one smooth motion. She looked away quickly, but not before she saw my semi hard cock. "You can stop being so shy and embarrassed," I said. "It's only you and me here and no one will never know what we do together." "I'm trying," Jodie said, forcing herself to turn back toward me. "I'm just not used to this." "How can you say that?" I asked. "You were married for years and then there was Ryan and whoever else." "Don't be a jerk," Jodie sighed. "There was only my ex, Ryan and you. My ex preferred the darkness." "And Ryan?" I asked. "Well," she replied with a shrug. "To be honest we were both pretty drunk the few times we did it." "You're not drunk now," I said. "I know," she laughed nervously. I took one of her hands from the clutched blanket and moved it to my dick. Jodie took it tentatively as I stood beside the bed. "Tell me what you're thinking?" I asked. Jodie looked up and met my gaze for the first time since I reentered the room. "Well, for one thing," she smiled. "You're bigger than I remember." "That's because you never really touched me except through my pants," I replied before asking, "What else are you thinking?" Jodie hesitated, but then shrugged to herself. "Your also bigger than either my ex or Ryan." "That's nice to know," I laughed as I felt her really take hold of my cock and start stroking it. "I also like the way it feels and looks," she said. "I've never really done this with a light on." She looked at me and smiled timidly. "Your welcome to look as much as you like," I smiled. "I wouldn't mind if you kept touching me as well." "I'm sure," Jodie laughed, release some of her tension. "Do you want to know what I'm thinking?" I asked with a grin. "I'm not sure," Jodie replied uncertainly. "Well," I replied. "I'm wondering what it would feel like if you used your mouth." Jodie looked up and me and blushed deeply, but her eyes also sparkled. "Let's see," she said as she leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth. "Very nice!" I moaned. "If you liked that," Jodie said, looking more comfortable for the moment. "Then you'll love this!" She then proceeded to use her other hand to caress my balls while she tried to take my entire cock into her mouth. It didn't quite fit, but if anything, Jodie seemed more excited by the fact. She continued for a while before switching to licking and sucking my balls as she used one hand to stroke my dick. I couldn't take much of that. "Jodie, I'm going to cum if you don't stop!" I cried. She looked up at me and smiled hotly before taking the head of my cock into her mouth once more. That was all it took. "Cumming!" I cried. Jodie moaned as my orgasm hit me. My cum sprayed into her mouth and she swallowed it all. I pretty much fell into the bed once I was done. Jodie rested her head on my shoulder as I caught my breath. "Your turn," I said, reaching for the covers that still covered her body. Once again Jodie laughed nervously. "You can't possibly be ready so quickly!" she said. I smiled and shrugged. "I'm not," I replied. "But it won't be long. Especially not after I see you naked!" I tried to pull the covers off of Jodie but she fought me. I laughed and wrestled them from her grip. She fought so hard that I had to literally throw the covers off the bed. "I'm cold!" she complained, trying to reach over the edge of the bed and grab the sheet while simultaneously trying to cover her body with her hands. I took them both and pinned them over her head. Jodie stopped fighting and looked at me nervously. I smiled and took a long slow look at her nakedness. "Holy shit!" I said as I held her still. I finally got a chance to appreciate Jodie's body. "It's even more amazing then I expected!" "You're just saying that!" Jodie snapped. I leaned forward and kissed her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and she readily accepted it. "Feel this!" I demanded, rubbing my hardening dick against her belly. "Do you think I could get hard so quickly if you weren't so amazing?" Jodie's eyes lit up. "I want to feel you inside of me!" she said suddenly. I grinned. "Soon," I promised, moving down her body and trailing kisses from her lips to her chest. I was still holding her arms over her head. She was stiffened again. "Just relax!" I kissed the sides of her breasts and slowly made my way to her prominent nipples. I licked one and Jodie gasped. I looked up and saw her watching me. I winked and then growled as I gently took the nipple between my teeth and nibbled on it. I continued until I could smell her excitement fill the room, then I let go of her arms and started kissing my way down her body again. "Where are you going?" Jodie asked in surprise. "Where do you think?" I replied. She looked at me in disbelief. "You're not going to kiss me down there, are you?" she asked. I shook my head silently. It sounded like she never had a man do this to her before. What kind of fool was her ex? "Just be quiet and enjoy," I said as my tongue found her nest. "Stop that!" Jodie cried, once again trying to push me away, but she wasn't nearly strong enough. My tongue found her slit and she gasped. "That's so nasty!" she cried, but she stopped pushing me away. "You shouldn't be doing that!" "Don't be silly," I replied, taking my mouth away from her pussy briefly. "I should be doing anything and everything that gives you pleasure. I love you and bringing you joy is my job." "You're serious. You'd do anything?" She half stated and half asked. "At least once," I joked, and then asked, "Is there anything special you want me to do?" "No," she said quickly, but then she smiled and added, "Just keep doing what you're doing!" I smiled and refocused on her pussy. I purposely stayed away from her clit for a time. Her pussy was already steaming hot and it accepted my tongue hungrily. "Oh my God! Your tongue is wicked!" she cried a few minutes later. She then gasped and added, "I'm going to cum and you haven't even fucked me yet!" She sounded amazed. I grinned and let my tongue drift to her clit. She grabbed my head and mashed my face into her pussy. "I'm cumming!" she screamed. I drove my tongue deep and was reward when her cum sprayed into my mouth. Jodie cried out and thrashed about for quite a while. She lay there catching her breath afterward. I took her into my arms. First Love, Last Love "I've never orgasmed that hard in my life," she said between breaths. "It tasted delicious," I said. Jodie blushed. "You really are open about your thoughts," she said. "And fantasies," I replied with a grin. "What have I gotten myself into?" Jodie laughed. "It won't be that bad," I smiled. "Just think, you can ask for anything your sick little mind desires." "Hey!" Jodie snapped, but then she shrugged and grinned. "There some things I'd like to try." "Name one," I said. Jodie shook her head. "Not until we make love first. I want you fully ensnared before I show you my perverted side. Just in case," she joked. "I wouldn't worry if I was you," I said, causing her to laugh. "Any favorite position you want to try?" "Well, from behind is my favorite," Jodie said, blushing once more. "I know it's not very romantic..." "It's one of my favorites as well," I interjected. Jodie smiled as I gave her a quick kiss and asked, "So, are you going to roll over of what?" She did and I lifted her onto her knees. She looked a little uncomfortable, but not nearly as much as before. I leaned forward and started lick her pussy from behind. "You already did that!" she laughed. "I just want to make sure you're ready," I replied. "I am!" she insisted. "I am!" I moved up and placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I moved forward and Jodie groaned as I slipped into her. "So big!" she cried when I was still only half in her. "There is more," I said. "Give it to me!" she demanded, trying to push back. It took some time before I was fully in Jodie. I started moving slowly once I was. I wanted desperately to pick up the pace, but I wanted to make sure that she was more then ready first. This went on for quite a while before Jodie turned and looked at me. "What?" I asked. "Were you serious about you doing whatever I wanted?" she asked. I smiled and nodded. "Of course," I said. "You won't run away?" she asked. "Jodie, nothing you could ever ask for would cause me to leave you," I said confidently, although I wondered what she could possibly have in mind. "Well," she said, biting her lip and blushing again. "I'd like it if you were a little rougher." I couldn't help it. I laughed. Jodie blushed an even deeper shade of red. She misunderstood my reaction. "I'm sorry! My husband was a kind and gentle man, but Ryan was rougher and I liked it better. Forget I asked!" "Jodie," I said, "Relax. I just thought you were going to ask for something a little crazier." "Like what?" she asked. I grinned. "Another time," I said as I picked up the pace. Jodie groaned so I started slamming harder into her. "How's that?" I asked, amazed at her innocence. "Better!" she gasped as I slammed into her again. "Well then," I smiled. "Let's see if I can do better than Ryan." "You already have," she said, but I ignored her and started slamming into her pussy so hard that my balls started slapping her clit. I held her hips and Jodie cried out over and over again. She came once, but I didn't stop thrusting. "You're amazing!" she cried. I smiled and continued. It wasn't long before she was close again. I reached around her and pinched her nipples. "Yes!" she cried. "I'm going to cum again!" "Me too!" I gasped. "I'm not on the pill or anything!" she moaned between clenched teeth as she fought off her orgasm. "Do you want me to pull out?" I said, fighting my own need for release. She looked back at me and we locked eyes. "No! Fill me with you cum!" she cried as she started orgasming. I grunted and joined her. My cum sprayed deep into Jodie. Her pussy felt like it was milking me for everything I had! She slammed back to meet my thrusts and added, "I can feel it!" She started shaking again. I could feel her pussy continue to clench my cock. I moved off of Jodie when we were both finally done. She rolled over. I looked at her naked form and smiled. She caught me and returned it. I reached over the edge of the bed and pulled the sheet up. "Now you want to hide my body?" she teased, obviously far more comfortable with her nakedness now. "Don't be silly," I replied. "But it is getting a little cold." She laughed and I joined her. I lay down and Jodie rested her head on my shoulder. "You were right not to be concerned," she said. "I've never felt so fulfilled in my life." I smiled. "Me too," I said. Jodie smiled when she heard the sincerity in my voice. "So, then the engagement is formal?" she asked. "Of course," I replied. "Although it might be shorter than normal." "Oh," Jodie replied, sounding a little disappointed. "I was hoping to get married next Valentine's day." "That's a little longer than I want to wait," I replied. "Although, tomorrow is a little longer than I want to wait as well. You might wake up in the morning and change your mind." "I'm not going to change my mind!" she laughed. "But I still want to get married next Valentine's Day," Jodie insisted. "Our first date in high school was Valentine's Day and then there's what happened today. I think it would be special." "Okay," I said, and then smiling added, "Unless of course your pregnant." Jodie's face grew serious. "That was probably a mistake," she sighed, meaning my cumming inside of her. "We should wait until we're married. My mother would kill me!" "Don't worry about it. I'll tell her," I laughed. "I'm already telling her we're engaged." "It wouldn't bother you if I were pregnant?" Jodie asked in surprise. "Are you crazy? I can just picture our little girl as I show her how to ride her first two wheeler!" I smiled. "Well, I'm not getting any younger. I wouldn't mind still be able to dance with our son at his wedding," Jodie replied. "So then it's settled," I said with a grin. "If you're not pregnant we'll wait until next Valentine's Day. If you are then we get married as soon as feasible. After all, we don't want our child to be a bastard!" "Agreed," Jodie said with a roll of her eyes. "Good," I said, rolling on top of her. "What are you doing?" she laughed. It was short lived. Her laughter turned into a gasp when I slowly pushed into her. Jodie spread her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. I started to stroke in and out of her once she was ready. I could smell her excitement again. We kissed madly as we both built toward our orgasms. "Insurance," I said once we were both close. "What?" Jodie asked in confusion. "You asked what I'm doing," I smiled. "I'm getting some insurance." "Insurance for what?" "Well, you don't really think I'm willing to wait a whole year to marry you?" I asked with a grin. "You wouldn't!" Jodie cried, but looking into my eyes she realized the truth. She laughed and said, "You would!" "I want to," I said honestly. Jodie shook her head, but we were both close and I could tell she wanted to feel me come in her again. "Okay, one last time!" she finally gave in. "Yahoo!" I cried and slammed into her. Jodie laughed and then groaned. "But you can't come in me after this until after we're married!" she gasped out, obviously close to her orgasm. "I won't have to!" I grunted as I thrust with everything I had and came in Jodie again. Her legs squeezed me tight as she joined me. We finished and I rolled over, taking Jodie with me. She was now lying on top of me. I thought she had fallen asleep when I heard her groan. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I just did the math," she replied. "What math?" "The math that tells me this week is my most fertile time of the month," she sighed. "Alright!" I cried. "Your incorrigible!" she laughed. "Don't worry," I teased. "Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday of the year! We'll be sure to make it special even if we can't wait for next year to get married." "I guess it could be special to say our child was conceived on Valentine's Day," she relented. "And just who would you be saying that to?" I asked with a grin. "Certainly not your mother!" "Why, who else but you? You dumb ass!" she laughed, and then slipped under the covers and down my body. It took far less time then I expected for her to revive me once again. She climbed back up once she did and used her hand to direct my cock into her pussy. It was already wet. "And just what are you doing?" I asked. This time she ignored my question as she threw the covers off of us and started riding my cock. She looked amazing as she bounced up and down, her hair failing in front of her face. "You like this?" she asked, pulling her hair to one side. "I've never done it before." "Definitely!" I replied. She smiled. I did too as I added, "Why don't you play with you nipples?" "Like I said, incorrigible!" she said with a shake of her head, but that didn't stop her from using her hands to gently tweak her own nipples. Her hair fell in front of her face again, but I didn't mind. She looked wild! It was a while before either of us was ready to cum again, but we did get there eventually. Somewhere in the middle Jodie started having problems holding herself up. I took her hands and rested them against my shoulders. "Better!" she cried, but then she moved so that my face was buried in her breasts. I took full advantage. She stayed in that position for a while before lifting slightly off of me and looking into my eyes. "I want you to cum in me again," she said, obviously on the edge of another orgasm. Her hair was damp with her own sweat. So was her face. "I thought you wanted a Valentine's Day wedding?" I asked. "I've decided to leave it up to fate," she grinned. "You can cum in me as much as you want tonight. If I get pregnant, then so be it." "What about your mother?" I teased. "You already volunteered to tell her," she said with a shrug, but then she grinned. "So are you going to cum in me again or what?" I reached down and took hold of her hips and lifted them slightly. I was still in her, but there was a gap between our bodies. She wasn't sure what I was doing, but a moment later she knew full well as I started pounding up into her. My hips blurred as I watched Jodie face tighten in orgasmic bliss. I was right behind her. "I love you," Jodie said. "I love you too," I replied. "I always will." "You'd better!" she snapped, rubbing her hands across her belly. "Happy Valentine's Day," I said, giving Jodie anther kiss. * * * I'd like to say we continued to make love the rest of that night, but Jodie and I are only human! We both fell asleep in each other's arms after that. Unsurprisingly, at least to me, Jodie and I were married a few weeks later. She wasn't showing at the time. Kyle was my best man. He spent half the night bragging how he got us back together with a blind date. It was embarrassing, but neither Jodie nor I minded, at least not too much. Kyle brought Shelly and they are still dating to this day. She's good for him. I didn't end up telling Jodie's mother about the wedding or the pregnancy, but I was there when Jodie did. I always knew that there was no way Jodie would let someone else share the good news with her mother. They were too close. Her mother took it well. I guess the fact that we were both so happy and excited helped. We're still quite a bit away from Jodie's due date, but I figure that if everything goes well, we might be able to conceive a sibling for our child next Valentine's Day. I haven't told Jodie my idea yet. I figure I'll wait until after the baby is born. I love Valentine's Day!