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I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 01

By: qhml1



Another memory, altered to be entertaining, I hope. I already have part two done and will be posting it soon

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I saw her from across the room, a ghost from my past. Gently disengaging from the group I was chatting with, I moved to her side and touched her lightly on the arm.

"CeCe, is it really you?"

She looked at me quickly, smiling as recognition came.

"Looney! My gosh, it's been twenty five years! How are you?"

People were turning to see who I was talking to.

"Yes, CeCe, it's me. Nobody's called me Looney in years, though. It brings back good memories."

She had taken my hand and hadn't let go. People were suddenly very interested, I was well known here. Pulling her gently along we came to a couch and sat down.

"A lot of memories for me as well. Did your life go as you plan? Did you get the rich husband and houseful of kids you wanted? Is that why you're here? Bringing another legacy to your old school?"

I was smiling, but I guess some of my questions brought back some old pain.

She looked uncomfortable for just a second and then spoke.

"Yes and no. Yes and no, and yes. My life pretty much went to plan until last year. I did get the rich husband and had four kids. That's why I'm here, My second child, Marie, will be a freshman this year. Then last year my husband traded me in for a newer model. We've been divorced for about six months now. I can't complain, he was very generous. I can't even say I didn't see it coming, and realistically I wasn't too upset when it ended. We had twenty years of happiness, eight of comfort, and two of indifference. But enough about me. When we parted I came back home.

Do you have a child here also? Is that why you're here?"

We were at a meet and greet for parents of new students. Sort of a way to reassure them they weren't wasting the enormous amount of money it took to put a child trough college. I did have a daughter here, but that's not why I was there. I was actually dean of my department.

I sort of told a half truth. There were reasons, reasons that went back 30 years.

"Yes, my youngest is here, an art major. Not very practical, but she loves it."

We talked for about thirty minutes. Just before I left to mingle just a bit more I asked if I could take her picture. I was still in contact with some of our old friends. I showed her some pictures I had of some of them. She was nodding along making comments.

"I can't believe he went bald! That can't be her real hair color. Her husband looks handsome. Oh my, is that really Amy? She looks almost like she did thirty years a go. Some of us sure aged gracefully. What's she doing now? Is she married, any kids?"

Again, I didn't tell the whole truth.

"Yes, she been married twenty nine years to the same guy. Two kids, boy and girl. She became a teacher, still works in the local school system. I think she's happy, but who knows for sure. I know her husband can be a bit irritating at times."

She gave me a card with her numbers on it.

"When you see here, give her this. I'd love to see her again. And yes, you can take my picture. But loon-I means James, be kind when you talk about me. I know how I look-"

I stopped her. "You look great. Besides, I still see you as a twenty year old, your hair in that french braid you liked so much, that great rack, and tight jeans."

She laughed but had tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Looney, I hated that braid. I wore it that way for you. I haven't been in jeans for years. I don't think they would look so good on me now."

She had always been a big girl. In college she had weighed about 170, but she was almost six feet tall so she carried it well. Now, if I had to guess, I would say she had gained a hundred pounds, at least. She still carried it well, she had always had presence.

I hugged and kissed her goodbye, again watched by the whole room. I mingled a bit more, fulfilled my obligations and headed for the door. She was leaving as well.

She had a young girl by the hand. She was almost a carbon copy of her at twenty.

"This must be your daughter. You can't deny those genetics." 

I shook her hand as CeCe introduced her.

She introduced me as am old friend from school, asking her if she remembered her talking about me, the one she called Looney. Her mouth flew open.

As I turned to put on my jacket she had one more comment.

"Do you still have that old Sportster? Still got the tattoo?"

"Believe it or not, I still do. Hardly ever ride it though. Got a nice Ultraglide I ride when it's fit weather. You remember what the winters are like up here. The tats still there, but awfully faded now. Goodnight, CeCe."

I got my SUV and drove home to my wife. I definitely had a tale for her.

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It was 1982. I was twenty-one, single, and having a good time. I dated and bedded women, but had not found 'the one'. To be honest, I wasn't really looking either.

I had a good job that I enjoyed. It paid well, so I was able to indulge myself with a few toys. My pride and joy was a 1975 Sportster. It was fully chopped, with a twisted girder front end, nine inches over stock. Five spoke mags and American Eagle white letter tires, rectangular headlights, teardrop gas tank, and a gleaming black paint job. I kept it spotless. It was a girl magnet.

I knew as good as my job was I didn't want to be a factory worker for the rest of my life, so I took night classes at the local community college. I got an associate degree in three years going part time. After graduation I looked around but couldn't find anything better than what I had so I stayed put, working overtime and trying to save money. I had a vague plan to save enough to quit and finish my four year degree at a good college.

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There was an old fashioned dance hall in my county

that had been in operation for as long as I could remember. Alcohol laws were strange in my mid southern state. This was a dry county, so the place couldn't sell beer or liquor. It did have a 'brown bag' permit, where you could bring your own. Liquor could be on the table and you bought mixers from the club. If you had beer, it was labeled and put into a cooler and you were charged twenty five cents a can for 'cooling fees'. Anywhere alcohol flowed there was a chance folks could get rowdy, so they kept an off duty deputy, still in uniform, as security. It had been the same guy for thirty years. He was now in his early sixties and was strictly a reserve officer, used for such things as directing traffic during major county events.

It also had one of the best grills in the area, and one of my first jobs as a teen was as a busboy and short order cook. It was an education I would have never gotten working at a pizza place or teen burger joint. You got to see and hear a lot cleaning the tables in the hall. Drunk women would make comments or rub body parts while their men would have a good laugh. If they knew how many serious offers I got they wouldn't have laughed nearly as hard. I wasn't really a virgin, but two brief encounters on the backseat in the dark were the extent of my experience.

My sexual education began in earnest when I was eighteen. One night the owner came to me and asked a favor. One of his regular couples had too much to drink and needed to be driven home. Another couple had ridden with them and the wife was to be the driver, but they had met friends and left them. The deputy wouldn't let them get behind the wheel and I was the solution.

My parents were friends with the owners, that's how I got the job. I usually didn't get home until one thirty in the morning and my mom almost always stayed up, sleeping on the couch, until I got home. I would wake her, and knowing I was home safe, go in to bed. I knew if I took them home it would be after three before I in.

It was just before midnight and my boss said if I would take them now he would pay me my full time and I would still get home almost on time. He also said he would tell my parents about it the next day. Well, I knew they had an almost brand new Lincoln Town Car, and I would probably never get another chance to drive a car that nice, so I agreed.

Barb was in her middle thirties and attractive in a hard sort of way. Her husband Bob was in his late fifties and owned the local Ford dealership. I guess you would call her a trophy wife. 

We pretty much poured Bob into the backseat. Barb got into the front because she didn't want a drunk flopping all over her for 45 minutes. She sounded pretty angry when she said that. We had just hit the interstate when she began to talk to me.

She didn't like her life. Oh, they were rich, she got every thing she wanted but affection. Once Bob married her he pretty much ignored her. If she hadn't told him to take her out at least once a week or she would get someone else to she wouldn't even get to dance. She told me she wanted to go to some of the upscale clubs, gosh knows they could afford it, but he was in a rut and the little dance hall suited him just fine.

She slid over next to me. She started to rub my arm and ask questions.

"Enough about me. You got a little girlfriend, James?"

I grinned. You don't get much of a love life if you work until the wee hours on the weekend. If I went out on dates it was usually on Sundays. It actually worked out well for me, by Sunday most guys were broke and done dating for the week. I was presentable, had a car, and didn't mind spending a little. I could have something lined up every week if I wanted. Usually, I wanted.

"Nobody steady, ma'am. My schedule puts a crimp on that. I do date. just don't have the time for anything serious."

She grinned. "So then, ever show one of them how big the backseat is?"

I was getting nervous.

"I don't feel comfortable talking about that, Mrs. Jones."

"Relax baby, I like you don't kiss and tell. By not telling you told me a lot. I was a horny teen girl once. If boys were worse than girls it must be awful. And call me Barb, Mrs. Jones makes me feel really old."

Her soft voice took any sting out of the conversation.

"Turn left here. It's the third driveway on the left."

These days it would have been called a McMansion. A huge house on a small lot in a brand new subdivision. It was two stories with a basement, built into a sloping yard. We parked outside the basement and between both of us we got him into the house. The basement was the party room. A small bar, a pool table, a poker table, party lights, a couch and some occasional chairs. We got him to the couch, He was a big guy and we knew we would never get him upstairs. She took off his shoes, loosened his belt, and covered him with a blanket.

"He'll be fine. If he wakes he'll come to bed, but I'll probably have to come get him in the morning. Come upstairs for a second. I'll make some coffee."

I didn't plan on staying.

"Barb, I need to get back to my car. I'll just leave. The keys will be on the counter of the club when you come to get your car."

That didn't fly.

"Oh no. Bob would kill me if I left his car in a parking lot overnight. I'm not drunk, I just needed someone to help me get him inside. He's a bitch if he wakes up on the backseat. Let me wash my warpaint off and we'll go."

Well, I was stuck. And the boss did say he would explain it to my parents if I was late.

She had a great kitchen. Setting up the coffee pot she excused herself. She came back in ten minutes.

Gone were the makeup and party dress. She had on a simple sun dress and sandals. Her hair was in a ponytail. She looked younger, softer. I couldn't help it.

"You look great! Why don't you wear something like that when you go out?"

She beamed at the compliment.

"You'll understand why a woman likes to dress up when you're a little older. Plus, I have to project a certain image for Bob. Pour us a coffee, I have some cake around here somewhere."

She got out a pound cake. We drank and joked around for about 20 minutes. I didn't realize it at the time but we were actually flirting. Finally she got the keys and handed them to me.

"Drive back, please. I'm not drunk but I have been drinking. I'll be alright by the time we get there."

Again she slid over to me. As soon as we hit the interstate she starting flirting again.

"Ever have any naughty thoughts about me? I know I do about you every time you bend over our table. You know you got a cute butt?"

I couldn't help but grin.

"No, I didn't but thanks for the compliment. And yes I do have fantasies about you. You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen."

I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. She was almost leering.

"Too bad you're not a virgin, that was one of my fantasies. Tell me hon, do you ever think of me while you're, you know, relieving some tension?"

She had reached down and was gently stroking me.

I should have stopped her, but I was seventeen, a raging mass of hormones, and this was my dream woman.

"Often." was all I could get out in a strangled voice.

"Well baby, you know what's better than fantasy?"

She was leering now. I couldn't speak, I just shook my head no.

"Reality."

She had me unzipped by then, had me out. No teen age boy alive hasn't measured his dick at least once. I was six and three quarters, pretty respectable according to the two girls I had in my back seat. I felt hard enough to drive ten penny nails through a two by four.

"Oh my! You really are a growing boy."

I reached down in a feeble attempt to stop her but she grabbed my hand and put it back on the wheel.

"Uh Uh. baby, hands on the wheel for safety. Just drive, I'll take care of everything else."

Her mouth felt like...I had nothing to compare it to. It felt great. She would nibble, lick, them slam all the way down. I was going crazy.

The faster she went, the faster I drove. When we got to the exit we were supposed to take I was doing 110. It was ten miles before the next exit and I could turn around. I was ready to explode.

I tried to warn her.

"Barb! I'm gonna, I'm gonna, ohhhhhhhh."

I exploded in her mouth. Honest, that what it felt like. I felt like I had blown the first two inches of my dick off.

She never slowed down, swallowing it all. After about two minutes she came up for air.

"You really are young and full of cum, aren't you?" 

She was slowly stroking me. I was seventeen, I didn't go soft.

"I can't believe it? More, so soon? Alright baby, tell me when we get to the parking lot."

She went right back down, but licked slowly, lazily, sliding down on me once in a while with the speed of a glacier. I thought I would go crazy with the sensations. Soon we were in the parking lot.

"Barb, we're here."

She kissed me once more before raising up to jam her tongue down my throat. I didn't care where that mouth had been, her tongue felt great.

After a minute or two she stopped and told me I could touch her if I wanted. Boy, did I wanted.

I rubbed her hair, her shoulders, slid my hand down the side of her dress. She stopped and got out of the car. I thought I had messed up.

"This is taking too long. Remember, you're on a deadline." She told me as she slipped the dress off over her head. Of course, she was naked underneath. She hopped back in the car.

"Not too rough, lover, don't leave marks."

I tried to be gentle, really. But in fifteen minutes we were stressing the hell out of the shocks on that town car. She was squealing, moaning, thrashing around, even let out a respectable scream when she had her fourth orgasm.

This time I went numb when I came. We both lay there gasping for breath. she finally pushed me off.

"Damn, that was mind blowing for just a straight fuck! After I get done training you the little girls are gonna love you. Now unlock the door so I can clean up."

I sometimes had to come in early for food service deliveries, so the owners gave me a key to the grill. She didn't bother to put her dress on. In the light she looked even better. I was starting to get hard again. She noticed.

"Down, boy! If we had time...but we don't. I'll see you next week."

She cleaned up, gave me a kiss while she was still nude.

"Clean up, your momma will know something was up if you come home smelling like pussy. And give me some air freshener to spray in the car. I'll get up early and have it detailed. If Bob asks I'll tell him I had to because he puked in it. It's happened before. Bye, baby."

Well, I did clean up and got home about three-thirty. Mom was a little upset when I woke her up. I told her Mr. Williams[my boss] would verify where I was and explained about taking the Jones home.

"You're such a nice boy" she said hugging me.

I slept the sleep of the dead.

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Barb had me take them home the next week and about every other week after that. She was tired of getting fucked in the car so she came up with a plan.

"Jimmy, would you like to make a little extra money? If you do we need someone to mow our lawn, our guy just quit. We got a riding mower and the rest of the equipment. Of course, you'll have to do it on Saturday afternoons, while Bob plays golf. He has allergies, isn't that right honey?"

Bob looked bored.

"Whatever you want, dear."

The next Saturday I was there at noon, when Bob left. He usually played eighteen holes and had a few drinks with his cronies. Sometimes he played a little poker in the club room. He was a cheap bastard. He would give me a ten and a lecture about doing a good job. Barb always gave me another twenty. And I made damn sure I did a good job every time.

Like I said, they had a small yard. I could mow, trim, and edge in ninety minutes, If Barb would leave me alone. She had a habit of standing in front of the patio door in the basement watching me. Every time I made a round she would either flash me or lose an article of clothing. It made it hard to mow in a straight line. I would have to back track and smooth it up. As soon as she figured out it was costing her play time she stopped. I always made sure I was done before we played.

It became standard procedure for us to shower together before and after. I would bring clothes and go straight from there to work at the grill.

She taught me, well she taught me everything. Everything except anal. She was adamant. No one was ever driving up her dirt road.

She taught me how to do oral. It was the first thing we did to each other after the shower.

"Practice, baby, makes perfect. You can make up for a lot if you're a good pussy eater. Not that you have anything to make up for. The girl that gets you after you're trained should make sacrifices to the love gods every time your tongue hits her clit."

Did I fell bad for Bob? A little, but like I said, I was seventeen and getting steady sex. I got over it.

We almost got caught once. It started raining and instead of hanging around the bar Bob came home.

Luckily we had just started out shower and she was getting extra towels when she saw him drive up. We never did it in their bedroom, she said she just wasn't that much of a slut. We were in the guest bathroom. She yelled at me to stay in the shower, slipped on a sun dress and went out in the drive to hug him. It was pouring rain so he didn't know she was already wet.

He fussed at her for getting wet. They talked for a minute before he asked where I was. He knew I was still there because my car was still in the drive.

"He's in the shower in the guest room. He has to go straight from here to his other job, so he brings a change of clothes and dresses here. Remember we talked about that. You said it was o k if he didn't make a mess."

She hadn't talked to him about that but alcohol makes your memory suspect. He just grunted.


I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 01



"If he makes a mess you have to clean it up."

She grinned. "I always do."

I heard the whole exchange. I came into the living room toweling my hair.

"Thanks again for letting me use the shower Mr. Jones. I couldn't mow the lawn otherwise."

He wasn't real gracious, but I was watching Barb run her hand over her forehead in a sign of relief.

After that episode we moved to an upstairs bed room where we could watch the driveway. This led to complications down the road.

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We had been playing for about five months before it ended. It was late fall and the grass just didn't need mowing anymore. That Saturday she seemed to be possessed and more demanding than usual. She finally rolled me off her and gave me a huge kiss. I was surprised to see tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I was terrified.

"Just my heart. This was the last time, honey. Bob is finally starting to get suspicious, not of you, but he knows I've been a little too happy lately, and to be honest I have gotten too attached to you. I love how you make me feel. Most of the time I just love you. But it would never work. I'm 36 now and you're just beginning your journey. Find some little girl your age and make her the happiest woman on earth."

By then I was crying too, but I knew she was right. So we lay there for about 30 minutes just holding each other. Finally we took our last shower together. No playing, just soft brushes against each other.

Later as we were sitting at her kitchen table she told me if I ever needed any help to call, she would be there as much as she could.

She asked me to leave before Bob got home. As I left she gave me a final kiss.

"I've got a parting gift for you, Jimmy. When you leave, drive up one block and stop 625 Oak street. The lady there needs some chores done, and I told her you were the man for the job. Now leave, I have some crying to do before my husband gets home."

I walked down her driveway for the last time. I almost didn't stop by the address she gave me.

But it was the last promise I made to her, so I did.

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When I knocked on the door one of the prettiest women I ever saw opened it. Where Barb was a tall, willowy red head, this woman was small at the most 5'1", a blonde with a killer body. She looked to be about forty. Her blue eyes were so clear it felt like she was looking right through you.

"You must be Jimmy. Barb told me you would stop by. Come in, please."

Her house had a similar floor plan as Barbs' and was very nicely furnished.

"I'll come right to the point. My husband was killed in an auto accident 11 months age. I need someone to fulfill his duties. I've used a couple of neighborhood kids but they just couldn't perform. Think you can handle it?"

"Husbandly duties? Had Barb just given me another lover?" flashed through my head.

"Uh, ma'am, what duties exactly do you mean?"

"Well right now I need the gutters cleaned and some flower beds mulched. What did you think I meant?"

There was a small smile playing about her lips. I was to discover in the coming months that Joanne was a terrible tease and a past master at double entendre. 

"I wasn't sure. I'll be glad to help you. When do you want me to start?"

She seemed relieved.

"Oh, the same hours you gave Barb should be enough. I hate to ask because tomorrow is Sunday, but the gutters are badly clogged, could you come by and do that for me tomorrow?"

After I agreed, we made a bit of small talk and I left. As I walked out I saw she had an unobstructed view of Barbs' house. Looking at it made me sad. I moped for days.

I cleaned the gutters Sunday. She didn't hover, but she did check on my work. Over the next few weeks I trimmed bushes, reworked flower beds, whatever she wanted. We never discussed money but she paid well. Because she didn't have a husband to work around I started coming earlier so I could get back home to shower for work. One day she told me she had talked to Barb and didn't see why I couldn't bring clothes and get ready at her house. It would save me time and gas money.

"Don't worry, Jimmy, your virtue is safe with me."

I turned bright red and she giggled. But, I did start bringing a change of clothes.

After about a month I had pretty much done everything she needed. In fact, this time what she needed took me only an hour. I was gonna go back home, but she asked me to stay, she needed to ask me something. I noted she had a drink in her hand and had kept it fresh the whole time.

"Jimmy, I need to ask you something and tell you some things about me. Please hear me out before you say anything." She paused to sip her drink.

"I told you my husband died in an auto accident. That was true, but my marriage was dead long before that. After we had been married for about three years I got sick. It was ovarian cancer. I beat it, but after the surgery I couldn't have kids. I was thirty one at the time and we had just decided to start a family. That began the end of our marriage. I brought up adoption a few times, but he wasn't interested. We just drifted apart."

"When he died it hurt, but a tiny part of me was glad it was over. I intend to remarry, but so far I haven't even felt like dating. And I'm lonely, Jimmy, terrible lonely. I don't have family close and my only local friend is Barb."

She saw me wince. I still missed her. She took my hand.

"Come with me Jimmy, I want to show you something."

She led me to an upstairs bedroom. She opened the drapes, and handed me a pair of binoculars.

"Look" she commanded.

I took the binoculars and focused. I was looking straight into the bedroom Barb and I had sex in. We always kept the drapes open to keep an eye on the driveway. I handed them to her.

"You mean you saw.."

She nodded. "Everything. I wasn't prying. I was up here doing some cleaning when I looked out the window. I thought something was wrong. The binoculars were in the closet, I wanted to make sure she wasn't being being hurt. But what I saw on her face was joy."

"I couldn't help it. I started watching every Saturday." She grinned. "You have great stamina, bu the way. I finally worked up the nerve to tell Barb one day when she came over for coffee. I felt like if I could see you two maybe others could too. We checked, this is the only spot where her upstairs windows were visible."

She went silent for a few seconds, then blurted out "It aroused me, I felt things I hadn't felt in months, years. I felt like such a pervert. Stock in battery companies went up I'm sure."

"Barb was happy she had someone to confide in. You know she fell in love with you, right? That's why she ended it. She even suggested I seduce you. I bet you're missing steady sex, aren't you?" 

"But I wanted to get to know you, see if you could possible hurt me. I don't think you would. So, I'm offering. I'm lonely, I don't have a husband to complicate things, and I can be discreet as well. What do you think?"

She stood and dropped her dress in one quick motion. She had on a bra that was basically just a shelf to display her breasts, a matching garter belt and tiny panty. Hose and black heels. I wondered why she was wearing heels that day. It was true, after having a steady lover for months, I missed it. I had a couple of backseat adventures, but after thoroughly enjoying a mature woman I found the girls my age shallow. However, the lessons I learned from Barb assured the girls had a good time, something they shared with their friends. I soon found myself much more attractive

to the girls in my senior class. 

Hard as rock, I was tempted.

"Joanne, you are so beautiful. I don't know, this sounds goofy, but if I made love to you I feel like I'm disrespecting Barb. Does that make any sense?"

She had a large smile on her face.

"Barb was right. You are special. I told her Thursday what I intended to do today. We have her blessing."

She handed me the binoculars again.

"Look at Barbs' house again."

I did as she asked. Words can't describe what I saw. Barb was standing in the window with her own pair of binoculars. When she saw me she smiled, and nodded her head yes. She was crying at the same time. And she was nude. Never did figure what that meant. 

So I became Joannes lover.

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Barb was energetic, compassionate, and willing.

Joanne was an animal. Loud, demanding, willing to do anything. She would go to adult book stores in distant towns {she would take Barb with her for safety, this was before the internet] for books and toys. It seemed like every time I got there she had a new position or toy for us to try. She enjoyed the road less taken and we did a lot of anal. She really got into light bondage. I was uncomfortable with that for a long time, but I felt like if I didn't actually hurt her it was all right. Besides, what guy can't say he wasn't turned on to come into the house to find his lover kneeling by the door in just a collar and a leash? And she really, really enjoyed spankings.

She said if she wasn't bad enough to be spanked for fucking a teenager she shouldn't be fucked by a teenager. I became totally addicted.

With Barb I made love. With Joanne we fucked. The only thing I would never do was make love in the bedroom facing Barbs' house. She wanted to leave the drapes open to give Barb a thrill. I just couldn't do it.

Just before I graduated from high school I took some of the money I saved and bought a bike. It was a 1968 Triumph trophy twin, 500cc. My mom wasn't too happy, but I had just turned 18 and due to graduate in about a month. They knew I was moving out, two friends and I had rented an old house. I put the bike and insurance in my name.

They didn't want me to leave, but one of the reason I worked so many part time jobs was because I had three younger sisters, and money was always tight. This would ease some of the burden. My dad didn't say it much, but he was proud of me. I kind of think he had an idea of what I did with Barb and Joanne, he would look at me and grin from time to time.

This is when I learned what a pussy magnet a bike was. The girls from school almost lined up for rides. And Joanne went wild the first time I took her out on it. Part of our routine soon included a romp in bed, followed by a twenty or thirty minute ride on the bike, then back to an even bigger romp when we got back.

After I graduated I spent more time with Joanne.

She asked me what I was going to do with my life. I had a regular job but it didn't pay much. I was going to community college part time, In fact the school was really close to her house, which is why I spent more time with her. Sometimes I spent the night, rarely without lovemaking. Every once in a while she just wanted to cuddle.

I would see Barb from time to time but we rarely spoke. We could both see the pain in each others' eye.

On the nights I stayed over, Joanne would get up early and make me breakfast. I told her she didn't have to, she said she enjoyed it. Every once in a while her robe would gap open and I would be late for work.

One day she asked me again what I wanted to do with my life. I asked her not to laugh at me but I always thought I would make a good teacher She didn't laugh, she said I would make an excellent teacher. Of course, she was rubbing her bottom at the time and said I should get a position teaching Spanking 101. We did get carried away the night before, but I did point out I wasn't the one screaming harder. 

"What's holding you back, honey?" she asked after I told her my dreams.

I put it bluntly.

"Money. My job is all right but it doesn't pay much, and I can't seem to find anything that pays better. I did all right in school but not good enough for a scholarship. I've got almost a year of community college done, but when I get my associate degree my schooling will probably end. I just won't have the money for a regular university."

She thought about it for a little while.

"I can't pay for your schooling, but maybe I can help get you a better job. Would that help?"

"Of course it would, but how could you help me?"

She said "I have my ways". 

It turned out her ex sister was the personnel director for Glib Industries, on of the top paying companies in the area. You practically had to wait for someone to die before a position became available. And the waiting list was huge, everyone in the area had applied at one time or another. She was still close to her.

She told me from recent conversations that the company was about to expand. Without making promises, she told me to put in an application, and to put her and Barbs' husband down as references, she would square it with her. I did but didn't expect much.

I came home about three weeks later and one of my roommates told me Glib had and called and wanted me to come in for an interview. I called them immediately and agreed to come for an interview at nine the next morning. I was going to blow off work, but this would be too good an opportunity to pass up.

I was interviewed by the personnel director first.

She smiled and said "I understand you do odd jobs for my sister. She thinks highly of you. Now, tell me why you want this job."

I laid it out for her, being honest enough to tell her I didn't intend to make her company a career. I figured I was shooting myself in the foot doing so, but she just nodded along.

"I'm glad you were honest, Joanne had already told me your life goals. You might be interested to know the company awards scholarships, usually if it's beneficial for them, but sometimes it's just general. I'm going to turn you over to the production manager. If it goes well with him he'll give you to a shift manager. If it gets that far you have a real shot at the job."

Well, I jumped through the hoops well enough to get hired. The day I found out I rode my bike straight over to Joannes'. When she opened the door I snatched her off her feet and gave her a massive kiss. I must have held her off her feet for three minutes before I put her down. After she got her breath back she asked me what that was all about, not that she minded.

"I got the job! Thank you, thank you. Let's go celebrate."

Her smile kind of froze.

"I don't know, Jimmy. We've never been out in public before. Would you not be embarrassed?"

I twirled her around again. "I'd be proud to walk down main street at high noon with you on my arm, and send out flyers to draw a crowd. Now, get into some tight jeans so everyone can admire that perfect ass and let's go. i know just the place."

She was grinning like mad when she came down the stairs. She had on the tight jeans, one if my old Harley shirts pulled tight and tied just over her a belly button, and her long blond hair was in a french braid trailing down her back.

"Damn, you are one hot little biker chick. Hop on, let's go."

I was going to take her out for dinner, but after she dressed I changed plan. We pulled into a bar I had been into a few times. It wasn't a biker bar, but there was always a few bikes in the

lot. They were mostly guys like me, who just liked to ride occasionally. I could tell she was a bit frightened, but in a fit of bravado I told her to relax, she was with me.

She stifled a grin and grabbed my hand and practically dragged me in. We were a smash, guys flocked to our table. Soon she was being asked to dance. She always made them ask me first, and never danced a slow one with anyone but me. One big guy asked her what I had the he didn't. She smiled sweetly and said "me". Also mentioned in the conversation was the fact that the last time we were in a bar and someone tried to dance with her without my permission I shot him in the foot.

Pure bullshit, but he didn't know that. People were a lot more polite after that story made it around the bar. I thought I was going to have to strap her on the bike to get her home. The cool wind sobered her a little but not much. I kept felling her wiggling around but didn't know why.

When we pulled into the drive way she hopped off and came around the bike. Some where between the bar and the house she had managed to take off and toss her shirt and bra. She had been topless for a few miles. She was laughing hysterically while she was running for the door. I caught her at the bed room. It was by far the best sex I had with her to date.

I didn't know it, but it was the beginning of the end for me and Joanne. 

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Two weeks later I spent the night. She was quiet all evening and when I asked what was wrong she said she was just thinking about the future. The next morning she gave me the bad news.

"Honey, I love you, you know that. But the other week at the bar made me realize I needed to start dating again. It's time to stop hiding behind my

relationship with you and go out in the real world again. I'm even older than Barb, it's time for you to give up on old broads, even if they are oversexed, and get on with your life.

We won't stop soon honey, but we are looking at an ending. Please call before you come over from now on. Just in case."

It hit me even harder than losing Barb. I went over a couple more times but the spark was gone. Then one Saturday she called me up and asked if I could spend the night. She said it was the last time we would be together and she wanted it to make it special, and make plans to spend most of Sunday too. I almost didn't go.

I pulled up about six that evening. Joanne didn't meet me at the door, sometimes she wanted me to come right on in. To say that I was surprised to see her and Barb kneeling naked with just matching collars, leashes, and wrist and ankle restraints would be a really accurate observation. .

They each grabbed a hand, put their leash in it, and practically dragged me into the bed room. I was on sensory overload. Two of everything, breasts, bottoms, tongues. I'm glad it was a sturdy bed. One straddling my head while the other rode me, both mouths on my dick at the same time, I even think at one time they were kissing each other while I had them side by side on the bed, tongue trailing from one pussy to the other.

Joanne at one time babbling to Barb about how well she had trained me, and Barb thanking Joanne for fine tuning my skills. I felt like a piece of meat for just of second but got over it pretty quick.

I strapped Joanne down and spanked her while Barb sat on a chair and watched. When we were done Barb insisted she have a turn just to see what it felt like. I don't know which turned her on more, me doing it while Joanne watched or Joanne getting in a few licks when while I watched. I think she actually came when I told Joanne to kiss it and make it feel better, especially when she trailed her tongue across the crack of her ass. Before we released her Joanne got out her toys and brought her to two screaming orgasms. When we released her she shoved Joanne to the bed and insisted turnabout was fair play. I helped strap her down and Barb worked her until the batteries died.

Barb sat and watched while we did anal, intrigued. By Sunday afternoon she wanted to try it. I eased into her as gently as possible while Joanne held her hand and encouraged her. She actually had a climax and admitted it wasn't what she thought it would be and wondering how she could get Bob to think it was his idea when he got back from Detroit. 

Twenty four hours later we were literally fucked out. We let Barb sleep for a few hours before we sent her home to Bob. He was due in late that night. I was afraid he would find out what happened when he saw her body, but she said she was going to jump him so quick he wouldn't know what hit him, and then complain the next morning about how sore he had made her.




I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 01



We held each other in a group hug, naked, for about twenty minutes, all of us bawling like babies. Them because it was the last time either would see me, me for the same reason, but also with gratitude for what they had taught me.

Barb gave me a deep kiss, turned and gave another to Joanne before walking out of my life for good.

I did the same thing to Joanne and left on my bike. I'm surprised I didn't wreck on the way home.



I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 02



Damn, I need an editor bad. Here we go.

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So, after spending a year having sexual adventures with two beautiful, intelligent women twice my age, I was suddenly on my own again.

It was hard for me to adjust. I compensated by putting as much overtime in at my job as I could, saving the money for my dream of college. I still took community college classes and was almost done with my associate degree.

I dated from time to time, and had a couple of short relationships, never anything serious. Got laid fairly regularly too, thanks to my teachers. I realized it was not just the sexual experience that helped me, but the tremendous boost in self confidence they had given me that made the difference.

This was about the time I acquired the nickname Looney, or more specifically Looney Tunes. I got to hanging out with some of the guys from work who also rode bikes. They were all a few years older than me but readily accepted me into their circle.

The company owned a large lot on a nearby lake that they had the annual picnic at, as well as other smaller functions like manager retreats, etc. It had scattered picnic tables, a covered and screened building that held ten more tables and a rock fireplace, and separate bathroom shower house combinations for men and women. So many non company people tried to use it that they installed a six foot chain link fence around the property line. It also had one of the longest piers I had ever seen jutting out into the cove.

They had lotteries every spring for employees who wanted to use it on the weekends the company wasn't. You could also use it during the week by signing up a week ahead, as long as you didn't miss work.

My name had been drawn for a weekend in late June. None of the rest of my friends were so lucky, and I decided to share it with them. I had it from from 3 p.m. Friday until 3 p.m. Sunday, and it had to be clean and undamaged when we left or I lost privileges for a year.

We had a couple of months to plan this. It was decided to keep it simple, eight of us and their wives or girlfriends. No kids until Sunday morning. We ordered a keg and gave the girls money for the food and snacks. Four couples were responsible for the food and cleanup Friday, the other four Saturday. Everyone pitched in Sunday.

The guys all rode their bikes, the girls drove cars or trucks to haul the tents and gear.

Friday we all rode our bikes after helping the girls pack the night before. I managed to get the keys at lunch, so one of the wives came over and got them. Three of them went straight on down and had a lot of it set up by the time we got there.

We weren't getting the keg until Saturday so everyone brought their own for Friday. I bought a fifth of mescal, which was a bad idea. I tend to get really, really stupid on mescal. I really don't think any of them remember I was underage, I had one of the girls pick it up for me. At the time I was just shy of 20.

It wasn't my turn to cook that night so the girl I brought and I just kicked backed. We had eaten and were just getting mellow when we started talking about motorcycles. I was a little sensitive since my Triumph was the smallest. The rest had a mix of Harleys, big Hondas, a Yamaha or two. Nothing under 750cc.

They knew it bothered me so they were bragging about how powerful they were. I countered that while mine was smaller, I could accelerate and stop faster than any of them. Of course there were

jeers and yells of 'bull shit', so my mescal driven mouth made them a put up or shut up bet.

"Tell you what, assholes, put your money and your bikes where your mouth is. I bet you that I can start at the end of the pier, hit second gear, and still get stopped before I run out of pier. Anybody want to put their bike against mine?"

Billy spoke up. 

"You're full of shit. Nobody can do that. In fact, I bet you twenty you can't."

The rest of the guys chimed in with "Damn right" and "It would take a crazy fucker to even try it."

I knew I had them. 

"All right chickenshits, if everyone of you puts up a twenty I'll prove you wrong. Let's see how big your balls are."

We squabbled back and forth for about twenty minutes, with the girls trying to talk us out of it, before they all agreed.

I had my girlfriend hold the money.

"Don't do it, Jimmy. I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

I laughed, slapped her ass, and told her not to worry, when I had their money I would take her on a shopping spree.

As I said before, that was the longest lake pier I had ever see. It was like something you would see at the ocean. The founder of the company built it that way because he liked to have a fishing tournament for the kids at the picnic, and if he could keep them on the pier under supervision they were less likely to drown or get hurt. It had waist high rails the entire length and around the deck area at the end except for the very front. There he had a pool type ladder going into the lake in case someone came in by boat.

Everyone lined the edge of the pier for my stunt. Most of the girls were still trying to talk us out it when I fired my little twin up and rode it onto the edge of the pier. Just before I took off I yelled "Just to make it clear, if I hit second and the bike is out of the water when I stop you lose."

A bunch of yeah, yeah rights and jeers answered me.

I revved a few times and took off. I hit second fast, damn that bike could accelerate. Just as soon as I hit second I let off the gas and hit the brakes. What I hadn't counted on was the fog that night making the deck slick. I saw right quick that I wasn't going to stop so I laid it down. I was still sliding along at a pretty good clip, and had my leg on the seat, ready to push away when I went over the edge, no way I wanted it to land on me in thirty feet of water. What I hadn't counted on was the ladder. I was sliding side ways when I hit it, and damned if the bike didn't stand up and rest against it when we hit.

When it stood up I still had my foot against the seat. I went up with the bike and I must have went ten feet up and thirty out before I hit the water. I went under and all the way to the bottom. It was probably more than thirty feet deep there

Apparently it takes a long time to come back up from that deep, because by the time I broke surface I heard the girls screaming that I had killed myself and drowned. I let a whoop out loud enough to be heard all the way across the lake and swam back to the pier. They had moved the bike and almost dragged me out of the water. I was laughing my ass off while they kept telling me how crazy I was.

Still laughing I said,

"I may be crazy, but I'm a hundred and forty dollars richer."

This set off a round of bitching, But I reminded them the terms of the bet was I would hit second gear and get the bike stopped before it went into the water. I hit second, and the bike was dry. Nothing was said about me getting wet. The girls shamed them into letting me keep the money.

Finally they agreed it was worth the money just to see what I did.

I think Billy spoke for the group when he said

"I didn't know it man, but you're crazy. a completely Looney Tunes motherfucker."

The nickname stuck, and by Sunday it had been shortened to Looney. When we got back to work and the rest of the plant heard the story, some one stuck a picture of the Warner Brothers logo with Porky Pig on my locker, and I was Looney to everybody. Three months later we all got drunk and got tattoos, and I showed the guy the picture of what I wanted.

"You know this is copyright infringement, right?"

But he put the tattoo on, and took a picture for his wall of fame.

Four months later I got a call from my old boss at the grill. His cook had quit suddenly and he needed a fill in for the weekend. I didn't have any plans so I did. College money.

Most of the people at the dance hall remembered me, and all commented on the change in my appearance. I was about thirty pounds heavier, and my hair was to my shoulders. I had also grown a beard. When Mr. Williams saw me he almost didn't let me cook.

I had also gotten a new bike. A man at work was getting divorced because he got caught cheating.

She was ripping him a new one in the settlement.

He put the bike up for sale, and because he needed the money fast I got a really good deal.

It was a chopped out Sporster. I liked everything about it but the frame. It was a 'hardtail', no shocks at all. It was a little rougher ride than I wanted, but damn, it looked cool.

The night was almost over and I was taking a break, talking to some of the people I remembered, when I casually worked in Bob and Barb.

"Oh, they don't come much any more. I hear Bob's health isn't so good."

I was both glad and sad they weren't there. I still thought of her and Joanne often. Joanne got married to an accountant and from all reports was quite happy. I never got an invitation to the wedding.

The dance was winding down, it was almost midnight, when three young girls came wandering in. You could tell how nervous they were by the way they all stayed grouped together. It was plain they didn't usually frequent places like this. They were college freshmen, and had dared each other to go because the place 'looked dangerous'. They thought they would be safe because one of the girls was a local.

I was behind the counter ringing up a ticket when I saw them. One looked really familiar but I couldn't place her. They were in a serious discussion and I overheard one of them tell the rest that I had to be the owner of the bike outside.

I didn't take any chances with the bike. I had parked it near the delivery entrance on the side of the building, under a light, where I could see it from the kitchen. I had to rap on the glass to discourage a few admirers from getting too close.

Suddenly I heard a commotion in the dance hall and Mrs. Williams came out.

"Jimmy! come quick. There's a fight inside and I don't think Willy can handle them all."

Willy was the security guard, a reserve deputy sheriff, with a huge gut, in his mid sixties. I tossed my apron aside and ran into the hall.

Three rednecks had gotten into a squabble about who was going to take a young lady home. She didn't want to go with any of them, she had slipped out and was on her way to her car as soon as the fight started. They were all pretty drunk and kept swinging at each other, managing to tag Willy every once in a while.

One of my house mates was a part time karate instructor and he talked me into taking a ten lesson self defense course. Every other week or so he would show me a new move, cautioning me to use it only in self defense.

I grabbed the smallest guy and threw him into the wall. He was sliding down the wall when the other guy hit me. It wasn't a full on blow but it managed to piss me off. When he took another shot I moved sideways, grabbed his arm, and put him onto the hardwood floors. He went down so hard he skidded several feet.

To compound stupidity with idiocy, the smaller guy rushed me. I saw him coming and stepped to the side again. I kicked him in the ass hard as he went by and he went into the other guy just as he was getting up. They both went tumbling.

I walked over to them.

"This shit ain't funny anymore. I'm gonna beat the hell out of the next son of a bitch that keeps trying to fight, you got that?"

The big guy had his hands up. The fun had gone out of it for him. But it's always the little guy trying to prove something. I guess he was trying to save face. He got up and charged me again.

I was tired of this. He managed to get in a glancing blow before I cleaned his clock. As I said, I had gained thirty pounds. What I didn't say was that it was almost all muscle. When you start at Glib they start you out at the bottom of the food chain, and for the first year and a half it was a lot of lifting and manual labor. I slapped him right across the bridge of his nose, disorienting him. Then I jammed an open hand just below his sternum, knocking the breath out of him. 

Willy came back in. He had subdued the other guy and thrown him out of the building. He had his night stick out, I had no doubt the guy had gotten a few taps to remind him of his manners.

He pointed the stick at the other guy and motioned towards the door. The small guy was still on the floor gasping, so I grabbed him by his feet and started dragging him to the door.

When you go out of the hall into the grill there is a two step drop. When you go out of the grill you go down two more steps on to a concrete porch. Four steps lead to the gravel parking lot. I dragged him all the way out into the parking lot, his head bouncing on every step. I'm sure getting dragged twenty feet across a gravel parking lot was not enjoyable.

Of course, everyone int the dance hall followed us out. As I was dragging him through the grill it hit me why one of the college girls looked so familiar.

I looked over and grinned.

"Hi CeCe, it's good to see you."

The look on her face was priceless. 

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I came back in and CeCe came up. I thought she was going to hug me when one of the other girls caught her arm.

"Let him clean up Cecilia, you don't want blood on your dress."

I rubbed my cheek. One of the guys I fought must have had a ring on, I had a pretty good scratch across my cheek.

"Ladies, please excuse me for a moment."

I went into the bathroom and cleaned my face. Luckily I had a black tee shirt on, so the blood didn't show on my clothes. I took down my ponytail and combed out my hair and beard. I wasn't pretty, but I was neat.

The grill had already closed, and Mrs. Williams and the busboy were cleaning the kitchen. She shooed me out of the kitchen.

"We'll finish the kitchen. I think you have some friends waiting for you outside. Thanks for helping Willy. You were always so nice and gentle, but I just saw a whole other side of you. Maybe we should hire you to help Willy."

Cecilia and her friends were sitting in a booth and they waved me over to join them.

The small brunette started the introductions.

"Hi, I'm Beth, this is June, and I'm sure you remember your old high school flame."

Old high school flame? We had never dated. I was working class and her father was rich, one of the social elite. We just never mingled. She was two years behind me in high school, but had adjoining lockers. She was painfully shy. I talked to her between classes and we established a semi friendship. At almost six feet tall and very skinny, she got a lot of flak, even if her dad was rich. I once took her arm and walked her to her class because some jerk was belittling her, but that was the only time I ever touched her. I did ask the asshole politely to leave her alone. I guess his bruises sent a message because I never heard of anyone else bothering her.

Not, knowing what was going on, I decided to play along.

"Hey baby, you really look good tonight."

She did look good. Gone was the skinny girl I knew in high school. She had filled out, in all the right places.

I bent over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She surprised me by turning her head and giving me a full kiss on the lips. I tasted a trace of liquor on her breath.

"Hi, lover. I've really missed you."

The other two girls went into a fit of laughter.

CeCe moved over and patted the seat beside her. I sat down and she latched onto my hand like it was life preserver.

June started out the interrogation.

" What's with the CeCe? We've never heard her called that. Is she as good a kisser now as she was in high school?"

It was the first kiss I had ever gotten from her, but she was about to squeeze my hand off.

"I can say positively that was the best I've ever gotten from her. She must have gotten some practice since I saw her last. And CeCe was my pet name for her."

I felt her relax her hand. I must have gotten it right.

Beth went into another fit of giggles.

"You're kidding, right? The Virgin Queen? We've never seen her with a man until tonight. She never mentioned she used to be hooked up with a badass biker."

"I didn't look like this in high school. But I have to tell you, once you get her started she is one hot woman. Why, I remember once when we...Oops, better not tell that story. Need to preserve the Virgin Queen myth."

The other girls went into another fit of giggles and started begging me to share some juicy stories. Cecilia looked like she wanted to hug me and slap me at the same time. I told them I wouldn't kiss and tell, if they wanted dirt pry it out of her. We talked for a little while and I excused myself to check on Mrs. Williams and make sure everything was closed up for the night.

When I got back they were gone. I asked the busboy where they went and he said they left. I shrugged, so much for imaginary romance. What I didn't expect to find was CeCe leaning against my bike.

"Where are your friends?"

She looked down at the ground."I told them I was going home with you and they left."

Well, what an interesting development.

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Going home with me."

She looked up in a panic.

"No, I just wanted you to take me home. I was tired of being the good girl in our group. Tonight will spark many a discussion in the dorm rooms when I get back to school. Thanks for covering for me."

"It was worth it. But I have to tell you, nobody rides for free. It's gonna cost you."

If she was panicked before, she was terrified now. She hadn't talked to me in three years, she didn't know what I may have turned into. She started begging.

"Please, please don't make me do anything. I'm still a virgin, Jimmy. I want to save it for my husband. Please Jimmy."

It was mean of me but I enjoyed her terror for awhile.

"Let's see, what would be a suitable payment?

Hmmm. I got it . It's gonna take a kiss as good as the one I got inside, and another when I drop you off. Is it a deal?"

Her look as gratitude made my night.

"That's it? A couple of kisses? You drive a hard bargain, but okay."

Before I knew what was going on she grabbed me, molded her body into mine, and gave me a tremendous kiss, with a lot of tongue. It must have lasted five minutes. I know she could feel the erection I got because she rubbed against it a couple of times.

She broke it off and with a little smile on her face and asked if that would do for the first payment.

"Whew! Yes it was. It was so good that I'm gonna have to sit here for a minute or two to let the blood start flowing back to my brain, don't want to wreck on the way home."

"You silly man, you're just as sweet as you were in high school. Now, how do you ride this thing?"

I was glad it was the middle of the night. She had to hitch her dress up just to sit down.

"No peeking now" she ordered.

"Like that's not gonna happen. Nice panties."

I've never seen anyone go so red. They were nice, and about as skimpy as I've ever seen.

"I have to wear these with this dress so panty lines don't show. Please stop looking."

Not a chance in hell.

"You could always go without."

By now she was almost purple.

"Stop being mean to me. Please."

I relented.

"All right. Bike riding 101. Stay still. Every time you wiggle around it changes the center of balance. Do it in a curve and we could go down. Don't try to talk, I couldn't hear you anyway. Just lean against me and hold on."

I gave her my jacket and my spare helment. My bike had straight pipes, and it was a loud little sucker, especially echoing against a building.

I started out slow so as not to scare her. She was stiff as a board at first, but I could feel her relax after a few miles. The only bad time we had was when a car load of kids pulled up beside up whooping and laughing. Because of the way her dress was made it would billow up as we rode. If you were behind us you got a full shot of her ass in those skimpy panties. I could feel the heat of her embarrassment against my back. I gave it a little gas and we left them behind.




I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 02



Her dad had a farm. He didn't work it because of his businesses, but he liked to live there. As soon as I shut off the bike the porch light came on. She almost flew off the bike and started fixing her dress.

Her father came out of the house. He had a huge frown on his face.

"Cecelia, who are you with?"

"Dad, this is Jimmy Wilson. a friend from high school. He gave me a ride home."

Disapproval oozed from every pore.

"Thank you for bringing my daughter home, Mr. Wilson. Cecelia, get in the house."

Well, the help had been dismissed.

I never got the rest of my payment, well, not that night anyway.

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I didn't expect the phone call I got the next day.

one of my housemates answered and yelled to me some chick was on the line for me. I picked it up.

"Jimmy, is that you?"

I didn't recognize the voice.

"Yeah, who is this?"

She sounded a little pissed.

"It's me, Cecilia. What are you doing right now?"

Well, this was a surprise.

"Just hanging out. You?"

"Listen, I'm at the Burger Barn with my friends. They still don't believe we were together. Hop on that cute little bike and get over here, please."

"They probably don't believe it because it never happened. What's the matter, ashamed of letting me come to your house?"

I wasn't feeling particular charitable.

"After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence she said "I'm sorry about my dad, I'm his baby girl, all right?"

She giggled and said "That's why I want you to meet me here. I kinda gave them the impression I had to sneak around to see you. Please?"

I was about to say no, but reconsidered.

"All right I'll be there. But when I get there I expect the rest of your payment from last night, understand?"

You could hear the relief in her voice.

"Get here in the next thirty minutes and I'll give it to you with a little interest. Hurry."

I didn't break too many speed laws, but I did manage to get there in twenty five minutes. They were sitting outside with milkshakes. She jumped up and grabbed me just after I got my helment off.

She must have kissed me for fifteen minutes before she let me off the bike, dragging me over to her friends.

"They want a ride, honey, will you take them?"

Like I was gonna say no. But first we got a lecture.

"No more than twenty minutes. No funny business. He's private property. Say you understand or you don't get on the back. I'm talking to you Beth."

They both shook their heads. She turned to me.

"And you! I know how quick your hands are. Behave yourself or I'll cut your balls off. Now, go have fun."

Boy, she was sure getting into pretending to be my girlfriend.

June was all right but she was scared to death. Beth really got into it.

She tried to slide her hands down to my crotch a couple of times but I stopped her. We stopped at a gas station to top off my tank and I fussed at her a little. She snorted.

"Oh get real. There's no way miss professional virgin could be hooked up with you. This is just a scam."

It pissed me off so I gave her a hurt look.

"She might surprise you. And she's hell in bed, the best I ever had. She has to sneak around to see me because her dad hates me. You're supposed to be her friend, give her a little slack."

She looked surprised I would defend her.

"Sorry if I was out of line, I just can't get a mental picture of you together. Guess I need to adjust my opinion of her."

We were a little late getting back, and Cecelia looked pissed. She calmed down when Beth hugged her and told her what a lucky bitch she was.

The smile she gave me was a thousand watts.

"Come on babe, let's go. Say bye, they're driving back to school this afternoon. I don't have any classes until tomorrow afternoon, I'm going back in the morning."

We all hugged each other and waved as they pulled out. I looked over at her.

"What now?"

"Now you take me for a nice long ride on your bike. I don't have to be home until eight."

"What about your dad?"

She had the decency to look guilty.

"He and Mom went to visit my grandparents. They won't be home until ten."

I didn't push it.

"Where do you want to go?"

When she said "Surprise me" I decided to do just that.

I took her on some of the curviest roads I knew. She was tense for about fifteen minutes before she snuggled against my back and relaxed.

After about forty minutes I pulled in at a little bar I knew, I saw most of my friends' bikes out front. She tensed up.

"Where are we?"

"Relax. It's a place I hang out in. We'll have a beer or two, play some pool. I'll introduce you to my friends, it'll be fun. What's wrong, never been to a bar before?"

Her look said it all. I couldn't help but laugh.

"I though you were little miss college. I though

you all hung out in bars and partied all weekend.

Isn't that what college kids are supposed to do?"

She just hung her head. I took her hand.

"Come on, nothing will happen to you. If you don't relax after a few minutes we'll leave, all right?

She nodded her head, but hung on to my hand.

We went in and of course my friends started up right away.

"Damn, Looney, who's the babe? Is she vision impaired? A little slow maybe? That's the only reason I can think of for her to be around you."

I gave it right back to them.

"Fuck all of you. The woman obviously knows quality when she sees it. The fact that I'm a handsome devil and hung like a horse has nothing to do with it, she loves me for my mind."

She would probably have glowed in the dark. Marcy,

Billys' wife, saved her.

"You guys stop it! You're embarrassing the poor girl. Just because she has questionable taste in men doesn't mean you can be mean to her. Come on, honey, sit with us."

She dragged her off to the table the women had claimed. I saw her start to relax. She even looked over at me and smirked a couple of times. I sent a round of beer to the table and left them alone. Never beard the lion in its' den.

A few minutes later she came over to me at the pool table. I looked around when I felt her rubbing my back.

"Having fun yet?"

"I am actually. Like my new look?"

She had complained to Marcy about how badly her hair got tangled riding my bike. She gave her some practical advice and helped put her hair up in a french braid. The bar had tee shirts with their logo on it. She had bought one and had slipped it on.

"You look like a fox. A real biker babe."

She glowed with the compliment.

"I wish the girls could see me now."

I had an idea. The owners had a camera, an old 35mm Nikon. They kept it around for times when a patron did something really stupid. They would snap a few pics and post them on their wall of shame. Besides helping keep people in line, it made some great memories.

I talked to the bartender and he put a fresh roll of film in. For the next 45 minutes we snapped pictures of CeCe. CeCe on my bike, CeCe hugging me, CeCe sitting on the bar and pool table with a beer in her hand. A couple of us kissing. A few more with her hugging my friends, especially the meaner looking ones. One of the girls lined up in bar tee shirts, exposing their tummies like they were in the process of taking them off. CeCe was in the middle, with her shirt lifted so high you could see the bottom of her bra. We shot up 36 exposures.

I dropped the roll in my pocket, promising to send a set to her dorm when they got developed. I could have went the 24 hour route and had her pick them up on the way out of town, but I wanted to see them first. 

After a couple of hours it looked like she was getting a little tipsy so we left. I had a few drunk girls on the back of my bike before. It could be kind of dangerous. I didn't know it at the time but it was the first time CeCe had drank more than one beer. We went back to the Burger Barn and grabbed a snack. She was high on her news experiences and beer and needed to calm down a little.

I ended up taking her home about seven so she would be straight if her parents came home early.

She didn't let me in the house so we sat on her screened in porch on a swing. She was leaning against me with her eyes closed.

"Thank you Jimmy." She said quietly.

"For what?"

"For last night. For today. You've done my ego a world of good. I've had a really good time with you."

I couldn't help letting a little sadness into my tone.

"I had a great time with you. Too bad it wasn't real."

She sat up and punched my arm.

"Last night may not have been real, but every bit of my time after my friends left was. It was the best date I've ever had. Don't think for a minute it wasn't."

She wriggled around.

"Now, I believe I owe you a few kisses for today, and I always pay my debts."

It was as intense a session as I've ever had with a woman that stopped short of actual sex. We kissed, nibbled, our hands roamed. I was under her shirt and had her bra unhooked before she felt it.

She pushed me away and started to protest but by then I had my hands covering her nipples. She just moaned and went back to kissing me. I took that as a sign of approval and nibbled my way down. She actually shrieked a little when my tongue ran across her nipple.

I went from one to the other while she chanted "oh my, oh my, oh my, oh SHIT!", that happened when I bit down. I think she actually had an orgasm. It all stopped when I reached for the snap on her jeans.

She pushed me away.

"NO!"

She pushed me back again. Can't fault a guy for trying.

"I told you the only one who gets me will be my husband."

I was trying to listen, really. But the sight of those firm breast heaving up and down with those erect nipples distracted me. It finally filtered

down to my lust crazed brain.

I apologized and I meant it. But, I also warned her if she let guys get that far again she might get one that won't take no for an answer.

"Nobody's ever gotten as far as you. Damn you. I'm so horny right now my nipples are sore. I need relief bad."

For some reason I flashed back to Barb, and her comment about a good pussy eater can make up for a

lot.

"Uh, CeCe, I can help you with that problem and you would still be a virgin."

"What the hell are you talking about, you sneaky bastard? If you get me out of my jeans I know what's gonna happen."

"I would leave my clothes on. It would be a tongue, not a penis. You would get relief and still have a hymen."

She looked shocked. I had gone back to lightly playing with her nipples.

"That's nasty."

It came out awfully weak. I had my mouth firmly wrapped around her left nipple, sucking gently. 

"No it's not, it's beautiful, one of the ultimate expressions of passion between a couple. It says 'I'm willing to give you pleasure while ignoring my own'."

One last bit of resistance.

"And what would you expect in return?"

"Nothing. But if you wanted to return the favor I wouldn't object."

That really did shock her.

"I don't know if I could do that."

"You don't have to honey."

By now I had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, rubbing her just above her panty line.

She made her decision. Standing up, she wriggled out her jeans and panties, and kicked her shoes off.

"What now?"

I took one of the pillows off the big wicker swing we were sitting on and put it on the floor.

Rearranging the rest I had her sit down.

I knelt between her legs and stroked her inner thighs. She was trembling, from fright or passion or both. I started nibbling her knees, slowly working up her thighs, kissing each one in turn. As I got closer her breath got shallower. Reaching the Y of her legs I bypassed her wet folds and gently licked her thick bush.

She was wriggling harder, stroking my head. When I lapped her outer lips she went rigid. As I burrowed deeper she started moaning. Echos of Joanne and Barb were playing in my head, and I used every trick and technique I had learned.

She had a little mantra going,

"Oh yes, oh yes, there baby, there, oh yes."

I knew she was just about to erupt, so I moved up to her clit and ran my tongue around it twice before sucking her into my mouth, flicking furiously. If she would have had any neighbors her scream would have prompted 911 calls.

I think she may have passed out, she went limp. Remembering the adage about first impressions, I never let up. She roused in time for the second, holding my head to her fiercely. She finally collapsed and pulled me up.

"Enough, baby, please. Oh my God, I should have been doing this years ago."

I moved her gently, replaced the cushion, and cuddled her. Was I hot? Damn right, but a promise is a promise.

She stirred after about twenty minutes and kissed me, sliding a lot of tongue in. I was surprised when she pulled back and giggled.

"What?"

"I taste kind of sweet. Did it taste sweet to you?"

"Like the nectar of the gods. I could get addicted easily."

More giggles.

She tentatively ran her hand down the front of my jeans. My erection had never really gone away, but her touch make my zipper strain.

"Can I take it out and touch it? I've never done that before. Would you like it?"

Words could not express how much I would like it.

I undid my belt and jeans and she help pull them down.

She reached out and touched me. I twitched and she snatched her hand back, then put it back, wrapping her hands firmly around the base.

"My gosh, how does this thing fit in there? It feels huge. All they all this big?"

For someone almost nineteen years old she sure was clueless. 

"Actually, hon, this is just slightly larger than

normal."

I may have been bragging just a bit, but she had no basis for comparison.

"Really?

"Yes really. Remember Jackie from the bar? His is about two inches longer."

"How do you know that?" 

"We have a communal shower at work."

"How does his wife handle that? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Apparently she likes it. I guess she got used to it."

"How could you get used to something like that?"

"Practice, baby, lots and lots of practice."

The whole time we were having this almost surreal conversation she was stroking me gently. It was making it hard to communicate. 

"Please , could we not talk for awhile? I'll answer any question I can later."

Giggling again. What is it with women and giggling?

"Ooh, does someone need a little more attention?

Turn around, I want to see it."

We had been sitting in the dark. The only light came from a security light beside the barn. By turning towards it you could get a little illumination.

After I turned she cooed again.

"Are you sure there are bigger ones out there? This looks enormous to me. I want a better look."

She bent over and brought her face closer. She almost had her mouth on me.

"Oh no, you're leaking. Let's just clean this up."

She snaked her tongue out and swirled it across the head. I nearly exploded then and there. She sat back and looked up at me.

"You taste salty. I taste sweet. Is that the difference between boys and girls?"

I wasn't able to articulate at that particular moment.

"I've seen this in the porn movies at the dorm. I'm gonna try it, but I don't think I can swallow it all the way down. And warn me, I don't want it in my mouth."

I just nodded.

She licked, she sucked, she kissed. Her hand was still on me, pumping faster and faster. I was getting close and just about to tell her when the phone rang inside the house. They had an answering machine and there was no way she was stopping until it picked up. It was her mother.

"Sweetie? Cecilia, are you home? We're getting back a little early, be home in twenty. Put a pot of coffee on for us, would you dear?"

She sat upright and yanked down hard.

"Oh shit!" We pretty much said at the same time. Her because her parents were almost home, me because that last yank put me over the edge. I hit her shirt, her cheek, and soaked down her hand. She stopped for a second, mesmerized.

Then she jumped up yelling.

" Oh sit, oh shit, oh shit. Get your clothes on 

and get out of here! I gotta change, make coffee,

and jump into the shower."

It struck me as funny and I was laughing my ass off while I buckled my belt.

"Relax hon, I'm almost gone. You're ahead of schedule for your shower, you've already got most of your clothes off."

She looked down. The only article of clothing still on was her shirt. She looked up wild eyed for just a second and burst out laughing

Grabbing me, she planted one more hot kiss on me.

Bye, lover. See you tomorrow."

She gathered her clothes and ran into the house. I hopped on the bike and hit the gas, best be gone before dad got home.

I was still smiling when I went to sleep.

I had to work the next day, and I figured I had seen the last of CeCe. She surprised me by coming by the plant at lunch. She gave me a bag of burgers, her school address and phone number, about twenty kisses, and instructions to send her the photos. I also had to promise to call Friday. Then she hopped back into her little car and left. 



I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 03



This and one more installment should finish it up. Are you with me so far?

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I did call CeCe that Friday, and pretty much every Friday for months.

The photos were a big hit. She said guys were actually starting to notice her. She started a collection of biker bar tee shirts, mostly from going out with me once or twice a month when she got home. Others she bought in shirt shops or motorcycle dealerships. She even bought me a couple.

We still had to sneak around, which started bothering me.

Normally she would get home, spend Friday night with her parents, go out with her friends on Saturday because I usually worked at the grill, and spend Sunday afternoon and evening with me.

This went on for awhile. She kept after to me to come up and see her at college but I just never had the time off to do it. Fall turned to winter and spring crept up on us. I was hoping when she was home for the summer we could spend more time with each other, but a course came open she wanted to take and she decided to stay at school. I wasn't particularly happy about that decision.

Did she date others? Probably. We hadn't made promises to each other. Did I date others? Yes. Did I get laid? As regularly as possible. After all, she was determined to stay a virgin, and all we had were some heavy make out sessions. It was fun but frustrating.

I found out she had a jealous streak. She told me she wasn't going to be home one weekend and then her mom called and talked her into attending some social function. She tried to call me but I had made other plans and spent the weekend with a woman I had met through my friends. She was at the Burger Barn and saw us go by on my bike.

Linda was a leggy blond. When we went by all she had on was a pair of cut off jeans and a tube top. And she could really, really, fill up that tube.

Marcy told me she stormed into the bar Sunday looking for me. I wasn't there, I spent all weekend stress testing Linda's bed springs. And her couch springs. And the sturdiness of the legs on her kitchen table. You get the idea. Marcy said she also had some unkind words about my character, but she stayed for two hours waiting for me to come in. 

I felt bad about missing her, but I took her at her word she wouldn't be available, and like I said, no promises were made. When I found out she bad mouthed me at the bar I didn't call her the next Friday.

Something about a woman scorned ran through my mind when she came rolling into the dance hall the next Saturday. I was in the kitchen when she asked for me. Mrs. Williams was running the dining room and came back to tell me she was there. It was pretty early in the evening and I was backed up, so I told her it would be awhile but I would be out when I could. 

When I got a break forty minutes later I could see the heat rising off her forehead. She started to speak but I cut her off.

"Not in here, I'm about to roast. Come outside with me."

I didn't give her a chance to say no, striding right by her.

We went round to the side of the building to where I parked my bike. I sat down on the steps and looked up at her.

"How are you, Cecilia?"

She hated it when I called her by her name instead of CeCe.

"I'm pissed. Where were you last Sunday? I was home and wanted to spend time with you."

"You said you weren't coming home. I made other plans. You got home Friday, but didn't even try to let me know until Sunday morning when you called the house. As hard as this may be to understand, I don't sit by the phone hoping maybe once or twice a month you will call me so we can sneak around. I like you a lot, Cecelia, but we haven't made any promises. Are you telling me the times you're spending the weekends at school you just sit around the dorms? What do you want here?"

I think she expected me to apologize, not be direct. She got up and dusted off her jeans.

"Well, if that's how you feel maybe we shouldn't see each other. I'd hate to clutter you life with distractions."

She still expected me to apologize, but I really don't think she knew what she wanted me to apologize for. Living a life? Not putting her on a pedestal and being grateful for what little amount of time she favored me with? It suddenly didn't matter anymore.

"Thanks for understanding. It was fun but doomed from the start. You sure are pretty, I can understand why you didn't want to be seen in public with me. I hope the guy your dad picks out for you to marry is worthy of you. Bye CeCe, I'm really gonna miss you."

I kissed her cheek and went back through the delivery door, locking it behind me.

Cecelia did not handle rejection well. She pounded on the door, screaming for me to come outside. When I didn't she came back out front and made a scene in the dining room. Mrs. Williams told her if she didn't behave she was gonna have Willy escort her off the property, and call her daddy. That threat quietened her down.

I could hear her from the kitchen.

She was almost snarling when she sent me a message through Mrs. Williams.

"You tell him he can't just walk away from me. This isn't over, not by a long shot."

Then she went outside and kicked my bike over.

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I was pissed beyond description. Fuck that bitch. Who did she think she was? Damn, I missed her.

But I made myself go on with my life. I dated, hung with my friends, and worked, as much as I could. I graduated from my community college. My parents and my sisters were there for the ceremony. At one time I thought I saw Barb and Joanne. I looked for them but I must have been mistaken. What I didn't expect was CeCe.

She came up out of nowhere while I was with my family and just molded to me before I could react.

She gave me one of those kisses that make you want to run your tongue over your teeth to make sure they're all still there.

Breaking the kiss, she congratulated my parents on my success. Then she introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Cecelia Morgan. You might know my dad, Warren[everybody either knew him or knew who he was]. I've been Jimmys' girlfriend for a while now. I'm glad to finally meet you. We've tried several times, but what with his schooling, work, and me being away in college it just hasn't worked out. But I'm here now, and I want us all to go to the Angus House to celebrate, my treat."

She had what could only be described as a G.I. Joe Kung Fu death grip on my hand. My fingers were numb. Damn, that woman had the strongest hands I've ever seen.

"CeCe, what are...."

Before I could get anything out she leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Shut the fuck up and play along. Don't ruin this moment for your parents, look at their faces. We'll talk later, I promise."

I don't know what my parents were more pleased about, me being the first in the family to get a college degree, or the fact that I was dating the daughter of the richest man around.

She insisted my sisters ride with her to 'get the dirt on me', and since we had to go right back by the college on the way home, I rode with my parents. Of course the third degree started just as soon as we got in the car.

My mom started it off.

"So, Warren Morgan's daughter. How long has this been going on? Are you serious? Have you met her parents? What's she like, is she as sweet as she appears?"

"We've been seeing each other off and on for about a year. I've met her dad but not her mom. Usually, but she does have a temper."

I dodged the are you serious part.

I said that about her temper remembering I had to get my tank repainted after she kicked my bike over. The rest of what I said was pretty much true.

My dad picked up on my non answer.

"So, is this going anywhere?"

I decided to tell the truth.

"I have no idea. We hit a rough patch a little while ago, but it looks like we're on the mend."

Mom smiled and said "true love will always win out".

The Angus House was the most expensive restaurant in our small town. By the time we got there my sisters were flocked around CeCe like mice to the pied piper. My youngest sister, eleven years old, was holding her hand and had a genuine case of hero worship.

She punched my arm.

"The girls tell me you were a meany to them when you were young. I can't understand why they love you so much."

I had no reply to that.

She entered like she was royalty, and they treated her that way. We got the best table in the house. She let the girls and my mom order whatever they wanted, but insisted my dad and I get the biggest steak on the menu. She also ordered everyone dessert, Mississippi Mud Cake , the house specialty. And not once did she let space get between us.

She had them eating out of her hand. When she mentioned the recent 'spat' we had, four sets of feminine eyeballs pierced my soul, and my dad gave me a disapproving stare. I was an instant asshole.

But when she said we were working our way back to each other, all was forgiven.

We ate until everyone was stuffed, and she ordered a whole cake for my parents to take home.

When my family finally piled into the station wagon, she gave them all a kiss, even my dad. They were lifetime members of the Cecelia Morgan fan club.

We stood by her car and waved as they pulled out.

As soon as they were out of sight I tried to get my hand back. That didn't happen, it felt like she had coated her palm with super glue.

"Give up, Jimmy. I'm not letting go until we talk."

I snorted. 

"Talk? About what? You need your secret toy back? Those college boys not doing it for you, are you looking for a working class hero? What, exactly, do you want CeCe?"

She was honest to god crying.

"I was wrong, all right? I was mean to you and took you for granted. Not if, but when, we go out again, you're going to pick me up at my front door. My dad is gonna shake your hand and my mom is going to inspect you. Next Saturday, 7:00, and don't you dare be late. The only thing I ask is that you drive your car, please. I think the bike may be pushing it on our first official date.

In thirty minutes I have to leave to get back to my dorm, no one knows where I am and I don't want to worry my friends."

"In the meantime, you will keep your lips planted on mine. No argument, no negotiation, do you understand?"

"Do I get any say in this?"

She gave me a cold stare.

"Not in the least. Put some chap stick on and get to it. And I mean right now. You're about seven weeks behind."

I couldn't really argue, could I.

When we finally came up for air she had one more requirement for me, non negotiable. In the next five weeks I had to see her at college.

We went on a few dates. I always got her back on time, her father would be waiting up for her, checking to see if a hair was out of place. Disapproval dripped off him like sweat in August, but he never actually said anything.

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Two weeks after our last date I was on the road to her school, Mountain State University. It was mostly a teacher factory, with a little engineering and fairly decent chemistry department.

I took some vacation time, Thursday through Tuesday. Thursday I cleaned and shined the bike, got my hair trimmed to look a little more presentable, and packed my saddlebags.

Friday I was on the road at seven.

CeCe had mentioned before that her last class was at one on Friday, and she was usually back at the dorm by two thirty. It was just under four hours away, but I planned on stopping for breakfast.

I guess I was anxious, because I was at her dorm by 12:45. She didn't know I was coming, it was going to be a big surprise. 

Her dorm building was actually an old motel off campus. It had gone belly up just when there was a housing shortage at school. The university snapped it up and refurbished it. It was a sprawling, two story affair with a large courtyard in back. It was women only, but boys were known to stay over on occasion. 

It was May, just before the end of the quarter.

Sunny and cloudless, it was a great day to be riding a bike.

Girls were everywhere when I rolled into the parking lot, but they seemed to freeze momentarily. Some actually had their mouth hanging open when I took off my helment. I always favored a full face helment, to the derision of my friends. Most favored half shells and sunglasses. I always said it was because if I ever went down I could still have a funeral with an open casket. Plus, I had never liked the feel of bugs hitting my exposed face at sixty miles an hour.

I stood for just a second enjoying the breeze on my face after wearing the helment for hours. I combed my hair and beard out with my fingers and walked towards the closest girl.

"Hi, could you tell me where....."

That's all I got out before she gave a small cry and ran. Oh well, maybe she didn't live here. I knew her room number, 204, was on the second floor. Glancing up I saw 210, so I started up the stairs. Girls got out of my way like I was carrying a hatchet and a decapitated head.

I knocked on 204 on the off chance she had cut class. The door opened and slammed back shut immediately. Seconds later it opened again, with the safety chain on. A petite blonde peeked around the door.

"Can I help you?"

I tried to give her an 'I mean you no harm' smile and asked for CeCe.

"Who?"

I realized my mistake.

"I'm sorry, I meant Cecelia, Cecelia Morgan. I'm Jimmy Wilson, she invited me up for the weekend. Is she here by any chance?"

"You're Jimmy Wilson? Damn, I thought she made you up."

She was about to undo the safety chain when she paused.

"Show me your tattoo."

"Why?"

"Because she told me what it was. That way I'll know if you're real."

Damn, it would be easier to break into a bank, but I rolled up my sleeve.

She seemed satisfied but nervous. I decided the best thing I could do was go to a restaurant or bar and kill a couple of hours. I told her I would be back around three.

"No, wait. You caught me with my pants off. I thought you were one of the girls. Most of us run around in panties when we're home. Go down to the courtyard, I'll be there in just a second."

I told her she didn't have to vary her routine on my account. She turned red and slammed the door.

They gave me my very own table, and sat just as far away from me as they could. It was just a few minutes before she came down and sat.

I offered my hand.

"you must be Amy. It's nice to meet you."

She took my hand. 

"It's nice to meet you, non figment of my room mate's imagination. We all really thought she made you up. I mean come on, you and the Virgin Queen? You know that's her nick name, right?"

She giggled. Again with giggling.

"Looney Tunes and the Virgin Queen. Has a ring to it, doesn't it. Tell me, did you really almost ride your bike off a pier?"

I told her the whole story. Her laughter was like music.

The other antelope, seeing the lion didn't eat one of the herd, or rape her and sell her to white slavers, slowly drifted over. In an hour there were eight girls around the concrete picnic table, and we were telling Cecelia stories. When I told them how she got pissed off at me once and kicked my bike over, they couldn't believe it.

Amy asked how old I was. I had just turned 22. With that revelation eight girls wanted me to go buy them liquor. I tried to get out gracefully.

"Sorry girls, I don't know where the liquor store is."

They all offered to give me directions and drive me. Amy finally overrode the clamoring.

"Back off, bitches. You want the Virgin Queen to kick your ass? She's bigger than the rest of us and apparently has a hot temper she's been hiding from us. However, as her official best friend, I'm willing to risk her wrath and go on the run with him. You keep your hot little asses here and wait for us. AND NO BOYS! Not at least until I get back. Come on Looney, let's go. Oh, and we're taking your bike."

"Sorry, my saddlebags are full. We'll have to take your..." That's all I got out before four girls started pulling my stuff out. I thought they were gonna knock over my bike. Amy told them to put them on Cecelias' bed. 

So even at a college four hours away I couldn't run away from my nickname. We went on the run. Just for general information, you can get three half gallons and two fifths into collapsible leather saddle bags. Plus two pints of peppermint scnapps, which Amy told me CeCe loved.

By the time we got back CeCe was there, holding her hands on her hips, smiling a million dollar smile. She walked over, and when I cut the bike off she yelled.

"Amy, you little slut. It took me a year to get my ass print into that seat. Get off before you fuck it up."

She pointed at me.

"You! If you touch this little slut I'll pick her up and beat you with her. Now, let's have some sugar."

She grabbed my head and gave my tonsils a five 

minute tongue bath. I think all fifty two girls that lived there plus a few others were watching.

I made sure to rub her butt a few times to give them a really good show. Then she picked up Amy and twirled her around.

She sat her down and laughed.

"Still think I made him up?"

We distributed the booze and went up to their room for a bit. She put my clothes in the dresser with hers. I intended to stay in a motel but didn't want to say so in front of Amy.

By five word had spread that a party was about to happen. Guys showed up. Money was pooled for hot dogs and chips. They had a couple charcoal grills going. I told CeCe I wanted to take her somewhere nice but she wouldn't hear of it.

"Are you crazy? Thanks to your 'CeCE's a crazy bitch stories' I've achieved almost legendary status. We're staying right here and I'm rubbing you in their face every chance I get. Get ready to put on a show."

I gave up any plans for a good meal and ate burned wienies instead. I wasn't much of a liquor drinker, so I gave Amy money to get some beer.

She insisted we go with her, and she talked CeCe into letting me go into the store with her. College kids they both knew worked there. We got a buggy and loaded it down with more chips, dip, and five cases of beer. When we got to the checkout line and it was one of Amys' friends, and she hung on me like wall paper. His eyes were 

huge.

Right in front of him she said "Don't drink too much honey, I want you ready to go later."

The girl from the next register was almost breaking her neck to check me out.

I got into the spirit. Reaching into my wallet, I thumbed through a few hundreds[I didn't know what we were going to do that weekend so I brought plenty of money]before handing him one.

After he gave me the change I looked back at Amy.

"Don't worry baby. The time comes I can't drink two cases and still fuck you blind will be the day I trade my Harley in for a moped."

The lady behind us dropped her orange juice.

I grinned at the cashier.

"Cleanup on aisle five."

Then I surprised them all by picking Amy up and slinging her over my shoulder. I winked at the cashiers and looked down at the bag of chips, then back up. 

"I know what I'm gonna eat first when I get her home."

I pushed the buggy out the door with Amy still over my shoulder. She looked back and yelled.

"Bye Tim! I'll see you in lit. class Monday. Maybe."

I had already made up my mind if she giggled I was gonna drop her, but she laughed nonstop all the way to the car. CeCe said there must have been ten people at the window when we left.

When we got back Amy told the story. It was a smash and went around the campus the next week, getting more outlandish as it went. When people would ask her about it she would look down and act embarrassed.

"I really don't like to talk about it. I'm still not sure how to explain the tattoo to my parents, but the location it's in makes it pretty safe from discovery. All I can say is I was drunk at the time."




I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 03



The party was the stuff of legend. More and more people showed up. At one time there had to be at least a hundred and fifty people. The court yard, the rooms, even the sidewalk was full of happy, mostly drunk college students. Music was blasting, and it didn't take long for the cops to show up. They were kind of used to it, being a college town and all, told us to turn it down and stay off the sidewalks. That lasted for about thirty seconds after they left.

We met more of her friends, names I immediately forgot. CeCe had gone all out. She had on one of her biker shirts on, tied just below her boobs. It was obvious she had no bra. She really did have great nipples. Hair in a french braid, a style she never used at school. I caught more than one guy checking her out. This started to irritate me.

She noticed and seemed to enjoy it. 

"Don't worry, baby. I'm private property, yours.

And besides, if you went up to most of them and growled, they would probably feint."

I noticed that most of the guys were giving me a wide berth, but the girls seemed to like me.

Some of them were a little too friendly, and CeCe cleared that up pretty fast.

"Back off, bitch. This one is mine, and bikers are hard to house train. If you don't, I'll show you I learned more than how to shoot pool in those bars we go to."

Of course a bunch of people heard her, and the girl took off. Her credibility as a biker babe was firmly established.

Amy stayed with us most of the time, and as the night progressed I found myself with one arm around CeCes' waist and the other over Amys' shoulder. Neither seemed to mind. Amy finally found a boy she liked and went off to get some beer.

The party broke up when three girls and two guys decided it would be fun to run around the block naked. The cops came back and shut us down.

I hadn't had too much to drink. CeCe had managed to drink a pint of scnapps and a few beers so she had a pretty good buzz. We found Amy passed out on a picnic table. 

Girls and guys were stumbling into rooms, five or six were passed out in the courtyard. We didn't know who belonged where so we left them.

Amy was small as I said, barely five feet and maybe a hundred pounds, so for the second time that night I put her over my shoulder. We went up to the room, saying good nights as we went. CeCe made sure several of them heard her when she said it was probably a good thing Amy was passed out, that way the noise we were gonna make wouldn't keep her up all night, and she emphasized the "all night" part.

We got into the room and I laid Amy down on her bed. I looked over at CeCe.

"What now, want me to find a motel room?"

The look she gave me was almost venomous.

"No way in hell are you leaving this room. Help me get Amy ready for bed, and then you and I are gonna snuggle."

I took off her shoes while CeCe undid her jeans. We both tugged until they came down, her panties along with them. She was a natural blonde.

I was a man, all right? Of course I got an eye full.

To her credit, all CeCe said was "Pick her up so I can turn the bed down". I held her up, and she slid her panties back up. I lay her gently back on the bed and covered her.

She turned the covers on her bed down and patted it.

"Come on, time for bed. Help me get undressed, will you?"

She didn't have to ask twice. I tugged her jeans down. She had the same pair of panties on from the night I gave her a ride home. She told them she wore them especially for me. She surprised me even farther by slipping off her shirt.

"You've been staring at them all night. I thought

you might want a better look. Now come to bed."

She slipped under the covers and looked at me expectantly. I was naked in no time. The thought crossed my mind maybe she had rethought the virgin until married thing. Not.

"Do me like you did the night we were on the swing, please."

I did even better. You have a lot more options on a bed. I teased her unmercifully, bringing her right to the edge and backing off. After the third time she was begging.

"Please, baby, please. I need it. Please, pretty please."

I think the pretty please did it, I got serious and she flooded my mouth. She lay back with a sigh.

"If actual sex is better than this, I need to marry soon. You're turn."

She had no skill but a lot of energy. I gave her directions and she turned out to be a good student. I warned her and she didn't back off. She gagged and some ran over her lips, but most of it she swallowed.

Wiping her mouth with a tissue, she told me I needed to back off on my salt intake. She said good night and was surprised when I told her we weren't finished yet, sliding down the sheets. The second time for her was more intense because she was already sensitive.

Amy chose to wake up to go to the bathroom right about then. She told me the sight of me on the floor and CeCe on the bed with her legs straight up in the air, biting a pillow and making sounds like a bullfrog being strangled while I nibbled was one of the one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. Then she stumbled to the bathroom and puked. We didn't even notice until CeCe came down and heard her gagging.

She said "poor girl" and got up to help her. She called me into the bathroom. She went in naked so I did the same. Amy hadn't made it to the sink.

Vomit was all over her, the floor, and the vanity'

We got her up, stripped her, and I held her in the shower while we cleaned her. We dried her, and CeCe made her take three tylenol and drink a glass of water. We put her back in the bed nude in case she got sick again. When we laid her down CeCe said 

"She sure is pretty, isn't she?" 

She was pretty. Tiny, small breasted to the point of almost being flat. She had been a swimmer in high school and still held the shape.

I could feel what she was thinking.

"Yes she is, but she's not in your class. It's like comparing a wood nymph to an earth goddess."

She was swaying back and forth against me.

"Good answer, now let's go back to bed. I need to fix this."

She had reached around and grabbed me.

She did fix, but unfortunately for me she remained a virgin.



I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 04



This thing is starting to grow legs, I may need to change the classification to Novels and Novellas.

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Early the next morning, about the crack of noon, people started stirring. One of their friends knocked on the door to invite us to breakfast. None of us thought to lock the door, and when we didn't answer she opened it, determined to wake us up.

I was face down, sleeping on my stomach, Cece sprawled across me with her back to the door. Amy was curled up in a ball on her bed. None of us were covered and were all still naked. She gave a little gasp of surprise, left the door open, and woke as many as she could. I felt like we were a point of interest on a guided tour. I finally woke enough to hear them talking.

"I hope he turns over."

What did I have to lose? I stirred and rolled 
over. I was about to burst and had my morning wood. There were five girls standing in the room, who ran out screaming and laughing. This was turning into a hell of a weekend.

CeCe  mumbled but didn't wake. They both had a lot more to drink than I had the night before, I actually felt pretty good. I covered both girls, took a shower and went out to find breakfast. I asked one of the girls if there was a Dennys or IHOP close. The two next door offered to take me, so we left. I bought their breakfast and got something to go. We were probably only gone for 45 minutes, the IHOP was on the next block.

They were still asleep when I got back. I lay out breakfast on their tiny table, found a small coffee maker and started it. Found some juice in the mini fridge and poured each a glass.
Going to CeCe first I nuzzled and kissed until she was awake. I pointed to the table.

She got up, used the bathroom, came out, put on a tee shirt. 

"Food first, shower later."  she mumbled.

The smell of coffee roused Amy. She sat up and streched, wishing us a good morning. Looking down she noticed she was naked. Surprisingly she didn't freak out, grabbing a pair of panties and a shirt as she went into the bathroom. She came back out and sat at the table. I placed a cup of coffee and juice in front of her and backed off.

"No loud talking, no big noises. Let me get this coffee working through my system. I'm sure I want to hear what happened last night at some point, but not right now. Could I get a glass of ice water please?"

I got Amy the water and and some more tylenol, then went outside. It was another beautiful day. While I sat at the picnic table the girls from next door sat down and apologized. What they did was a lot of fun but wrong. I told them not to worry. This was like Vegas. What happened here stayed here.

They said they wanted to take us to a bar that night to make up for it. I told them this was CeCes' weekend, what we did was up to her.

CeCe came out first.

She kissed and snuggled. 

"Thanks honey. I'm now officially an urban legend."

We sat and enjoyed the sunshine. Amy came out wearing an enormous pair of sunglasses. She snuggled on the other side of CeCe.

"Did I make a fool out of myself last night?"

I started to tease her, but just couldn't do it.

"No, we found you passed out and carried you to the room. Old advice, never mix liquor and beer. We had to put you in the shower to clean you up, then you slept like a log the rest of the night.
But thanks to the guided tour this morning I think we're officially a threesome."

They looked at each other and something passed between them.

"Is that such a bad thing?" said Amy, hugging CeCe.

I shrugged.

"Not to me, I don't have to live here. Might be a little rough on you. Guys might hit on you a little harder. Girls too for that matter."

CeCe sat up and grinned.

"If they do I'll tell them to leave our girlfriend alone. After all, You're only a phone call away."

Not the conversation I was expecting, not at all.

By four o'clock everyone in the dorm was starting to feel like a human again. Room 402 was becoming  girl central. CeCe told me she had never seen so many people come by before.

At one everyone was swearing they would never touch alcohol again if God was just let them live another day, but by five everyone was making plans on which bars to hit. The glory of youth.

CeCes' friend Beth came by, saying she had to see it to believe it. Every time I sat down CeCe was on one side and Amy was on the other. Perpetuating the myth, they said.

Her mouth was hanging open. 

"Girl, I've been hearing things. Wild things. I think maybe some of them were true."

 CeCe  didn't confirm or deny anything. I didn't help when I said I wished she could join us, but I didn't have a spare hand at the moment. Amy just snuggled tighter and said she wasn't about to give up her spot. She left shaking her head.

Amy, CeCe, Flower[I think that was a nick name], and Jan began to plan our night out. Jan and Flower wanted to go to a new bar, Amy wasn't sure. CeCe was the tie breaker, saying that she hadn't been in a bar yet where she was afraid as long as I was with her. That should have given me a warning.

Before we did anything I wanted a good meal. Burnt wieners and pancakes weren't exactly sustaining, and that had pretty much been it for the last two days. They suggested Chinese.

It was pretty good but a little pricy. CeCe wanted to pay, and kind of made a fuss about it.
Picking up the bill, I told her no, and if I heard any more I was going to spank her right there in the dining room. Three mouths hung open, Amy just looked bored and told us to take it back to the room.

CeCe wanted to pay because one, she[her dad]was rich, and two she knew I was still saving to go back to college. Holding on to my dream of being a teacher, I lived tight. Working full time with all the overtime I could get, plus my part time job at the grill on Friday and Saturday night, I  had $11,000 in the bank. It was enough for one year at the prices back then. I figured I could enroll next year, and make it if I got a decent part time job.

That being said, this was the first time since high school I had done anything that resembled a vacation, and I came well funded, with a willingness to spend it.




The Black Dog Saloon. That was where they wanted to go. It was a place college students were discouraged form going to, strictly a working class place, blue collar with a few bikers mixed in. It was my kind of place. Locals.

They had a four piece band setting up when we walked in, and all eyes turned to us. There's always a pecking order in places like this, and the big dogs look you over before deciding whether they want to fuck with you or not. I've had to dance a couple of times before, though luckily while not with CeCe around.

I had gained another ten pounds since high school for a total of forty, but I had always been a bit too thin back then. Six feet one inch and now weighing 212 pounds, none fat. Couple this with my beard and hair, and people usually left me alone. I also looked older than I actually was.

You don't walk into a place with four attractive women and not get noticed. Especially if all four have on tight jeans and biker shirts. Plus they all had their hair up in a french braid, except Flower, who had short hair. She made up for it by wearing a bandana over her hair. This was all their idea.

Snagged a table close to the dance floor,I ordered a couple of pitchers of beer from the bartender. We looked at each other and recognized kindred souls.

"You folks from around here?" He asked, pretending to just make talk.

"Nah, just passing through and stopped to see an old friend."

Not an outright lie, college kids are always passing through. Very few stay around after graduation.

I looked around.

"I think I'm gonna like this place. It looks a lot like where I hang at when I'm home."

"Yeah, where's that?" He was still fishing.

"The Broke Spoke. Ever been there?"

The Broke Spoke was the roughest biker bar between here and the coast.

He looked at me with new eyes.

"Can't say as I have, heard about it though. Up scale place, fairly new?"

I grunted.

"Hell no, the place must be a hundred years old. Every time it rains I think the roof is gonna fall in. I think it's been condemned twice, but Grizzly must know somebody or have shit on someone because the place hasn't closed yet."

Everybody that rode had heard of Grizzly and his notoriously bad temper.

"See the little blond? That's Grizzly's granddaughter. She's in school here. He's paying for it. I promised to check on her since I was up this way. Good thing she don't take after him. He's uglier than homemade shit."

Amy didn't know it, but she had just gotten a new grandparent. I had actually been in the Broke Spoke and had met Grizzly. Long gray hair, long beard, he had a broken nose that had never been straightened, a deep scar under his right eye, and half his left ear was missing.

I told him I had to get back to the girls and left him with things to think about. Caught him   talking to guys and looking at us a time or two. we were probably a pretty hot topic.

Two pitchers don't last long if five people are drinking out of them, so half an hour later when the barmaid came to get the empties, I asked her for a new one. She was pretty in that rode hard put up wet look, and she didn't try to hide her interest in me.

She took in the girls.

"They yours or are you just babysitting?"

I felt CeCe tighten up. Here we go, tossed out before the band even starts.

I was between CeCe and Amy. I hugged them in close, mostly just to keep CeCe in line.

"These two are mine, we're just auditioning those two. Might work out, what can I say, I got a lot of energy."

The girls giggled and relaxed. Flower and Jan assured her that before the night was over I would be looking for a bed big enough to hold five permanently.

She couldn't help it. She looked round the table and then deliberately leaned over, giving me a boob shot while she looked at my crotch. CeCe actually growled.

"Hush, honey."

 I looked back at the waitress.

"Don't mind her. We've only fucked once today and she gets edgy if she don't get it at least three times."

I slid my hand up to CeCes' left breast and massaged it gently for just a second. 

"Don't get mad honey. I told you I wanted to save some energy for those two. Amy can keep you company tonight."

Amy caught on quickly and slid her hand under CeCes' shirt, rubbing her tummy. 

"That's right honey, we'll have our own party." 

What can I say. I felt good, and was spreading shit faster than an oil spill could coat an Alaskan bay. The waitress started to say something, stopped, looked at me hard, and went to get our beer.         

 The band started. They weren't too bad, and soon we were dancing. I danced with every one of the girls, except the slow ones, CeCe got those. After the second set she told me to dance a slow one with the others just to keep up appearances.

I thought it was odd, but except with me the girls wouldn't dance. I think the were still afraid.

I picked a fairly decent looking guy at the bar, walked over and bought him a beer. He had been 
eying Flower since the band started

"Say, bud, how 'bout doing me a favor? My girls like to dance, and I can't dance with all of them at once. Would you dance with them? No funny stuff. Remember, they're all going home with me.
But if you like to just dance, here's your shot.
And if they say no, no means no, got it?"

He looked at me like I had just offered him a winning lottery ticket. I brought him over to the table.

"Girls, this is Todd. I have it on good authority he's a hell of a dancer. Who wants to make him prove up on that?"

Flower was dragging him out on the floor before he could put his beer down. That opened the flood gates. Guys would come by, and they would dance, but only if they asked me first. They didn't understand it, but they went along with it. Except for CeCe they all danced with a bunch of guys. She was frowning until I whispered in her ear that now I could have all her dances. She cheered right up. 

We made a bunch of friends, and had three tables pulled together. I saw Flower slip Todd her number. Everything was fine until the last set, then it kind of went to hell.

The waitress grabbed me coming back from the bathroom and headed for the dance floor. I went along not wanting to make waves. CeCe was laughing and having a ball until she saw me. Suddenly the joke she was hearing wasn't so funny.

Jan was sitting beside her when this big guy walked up and grabbed her wrist. She was shaking her head no but he kept dragging her to the dance floor. I stopped dancing and headed towards them. 

"Jan, would you like to go back to the table?"

She was nodding yes, crying. It was plain to see she was scared to death.  

I turned around to the guy. He was a big sucker, about six four, and easily three hundred pounds.

"Bud, she doesn't care to dance right now. Why don't you ask her later?"

He looked about half wasted. 

"This ain't your business asshole."

I sighed. Well, if that's the way it's got to be.

I grabbed the little finger of the hand he had on her wrist and pulled backwards. Try it sometime. It makes people let go of you pretty fast. That's why it's a standard in self defense classes for women. Always go for the weakest point.

I didn't care if I broke it or not. He must have been smart enough to know it because he let go. Jan ran back to the table. I turned and went to check on her. 

Todd was there, trying to calm her down. I sat beside her. She was about to hug me when I saw asshole coming up fast. I pushed her away and turned to face him. He stopped on the other side of the table.

"Who do you think you are, coming in here with a herd of hot bitches and not sharing. Now, me and this cutie here are gonna go back and dance. I'll let her come back when I'm done, unless I decide to keep her. What do you think of that, motherfucker?" 

Except for the self defense class I had taken, I never had a formal lesson in my life. But my buddy taught me a lot of tricks over the time we lived together. One of the classes he taught was adapted for handicapped people, especially the wheelchair bound.

There was a whole set of moves designed to incapacitate an adversary from a sitting position, and he taught me most of them.

I grabbed the table and jammed it into his legs, hard. If he fell back it would give me time to get to my feet. If he fell forwards, like most people, I had him. He fell forwards, putting his hands out to stop him.  That put him off balance and tied his hands up. I put my left hand behind his head, pulling, adding to his forward momentum. When he got close enough I gave him a fast elbow to the head. Your elbow has ten times the striking speed and power of a fist, and I wasn't trying to be gentle. He hit the floor, knocked out. Todd looked at me like I had grown an extra head. Jan actually stopped crying, then she smiled. She was going around the table to kick him, I think, but I stopped her.

"Enough, Jan. He can't bother you anymore."

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, uh, I mean dance floor, things were getting interesting.

CeCe and I had passed each other, me going to get Jan away from asshole, her to get the waitress.

She was screaming at her to keep her slut hands off her man. The waitress was giving it right back to her, saying if she ever got me I would leave her fat ass in the dust. CeCe wasn't fat, but she was big and sensitive about it.

Amy, Flower, and one of the girls they had made friends with were between them trying to get CeCe to go back to the table. One of the bartenders had hold of the waitress. I gently took her arm, trying to get her back to the table. She turned around and slapped me so hard you could hear it over the band. She started to slap me again when I grabbed her, turned her around and swatted her ass, hard.

Then I grabbed her braid and pushed her face to mine.

"If you don't calm down right the fuck now, I'm gonna walk out of this bar and catch a ride back to your dorm, pack my shit, and leave. And you won't see me again. Your choice."

I let her go and stepped back. She looked at me for a second and broke out in tears.
She threw her arms around me.

"Please don't leave, please, don't leave. I'm sorry."

How could I stay mad at her? I hugged her back.

She turned around and stuck out her hand to the waitress.

"I'm sorry."

The waitress hesitated for an second and took her hand. CeCe pulled her in close and hugged her. I thought it was a nice gesture. Amy told me what really happened.

While they were hugging CeCe told her "touch him  again and I'll fuck you up so bad your own DNA won't recognize you."

The waitress, not to be outdone, said "you turn your fat ass around on him and I'll have him and be gone before you can scarf down another doughnut".

 They almost started again.

When we got back the manager was looking down at the guy still on the floor.

"What happened to him?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know, I think he had too much to drink 
and passed out. Maybe you should have cut him off sooner."

He just smiled.

"Well, I guess some people can't handle alcohol."

He looked at his buddies. 

"You boys pick him up and put him in his truck. He can sleep it off there."

The girls were gathering their things.

"Leaving so soon?" He asked in mock surprise.

"Yeah, gotta get my beauty sleep." I replied as seriously as possible.

"Well you folks have a good night. Come back anytime."

I sent them out to the car. Then I bought them all a tee. The bartender threw mine in free.

"I'm glad you're not from around here. I don't think I could handle the excitement on a regular basis."

"What excitement? This isn't a normal Saturday night? What made it so special?"

Innocence coated my face like sun screen.

"Well, let's see. First this guy appears out of nowhere with four hot women and pretty much says he's fucking them all, and they seem happy about it. Then he knocks out the meanest motherfucker in here without even getting up from his table, hell, I don't think you even put your beer mug down. Then your Amazon girlfriend nearly kicks my best waitress's ass because she developed wet panties for you after making a career out of shooting guys down. On top of that, when you told them it was time to go they trooped out like brownie scouts, leaving half the guys in here with blue balls, and not one offered to stop you. In fact, they all invited you back."

"You're either the luckiest, meanest, or smartest dude I've ever seen, or all three, to get by with shit like that. It might not be exciting all the time you're around, but I bet it's damn sure interesting."

I offered my hand and he shook it.

"Well, I gotta go, have to put my babies to bed."    

We were back to the dorms before one. A lot of people were still up, and all the girls except CeCe stayed up and regaled them with the nights' adventure. More fuel for the myth.

CeCe and I didn't say much as we got ready for bed. I asked if she wanted me to go to a motel. She gave me a look that would melt steel and told me to get my ass in the bed.

I had her palm print still on my cheek, and when she took her jeans off I saw a perfect print of my hand on her left cheek. I felt really bad and apologized, offering to kiss it and make it better. 

She had me do just that, several times. Then we snuggled up and slept the sleep of the pure. Well, she did, anyway.

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Sunday I was partied out. We went out for breakfast, Them took CeCes' car and went for a ride.

We went on twisty little mountain back roads that made me wish I had my bike. We stopped at tourist traps and bought overpriced junk.

 She made me buy two huge stuffed toys, purple  turtles. One was for her, one for Amy.




I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 04



Amy had wanted to come, but I wanted alone time with CeCe. I believe CeCe would have let her come if I hadn't said no. She did look kind of pitiful when we left. I promised to take them out to dinner when we got back.

Out of the blue she said "Do you like Amy?"

"Oh, she's just adorable."

"Be serious, do you like her?" My nerves started tingling. I smelled a trap.

"I like her a lot for someone I've known less than two full days. Why?"

She arched her back, distracting me with those great breasts. "Oh, no reason. Just wondering."

As I grew older, I learned that was womanese for  'I'm up to something', but at the time I didn't give it a thought. 

It was a calm, peaceful day. We ate lunch at a  burger joint and shoved fries in each others mouth.

Bought a bottle of wine and drank it at an overlook on a blanket. Kissed, snuggled, made promises real and implied. Came home happy and smiling. But, there's always a cloud on the horizon.

When we got back to the dorm Amy was sitting in the courtyard crying. Ce of course ran up to her to find out what was wrong. Seems a guy she was dating heard about our big weekend and had given her a ration of shit about it. They weren't steady, but he thought there was more there than she did. Told her she had embarrassed him, and he was going to make her sorry. He didn't hit her, but he did pick her up and shake her, and she was scared.

I looked around and didn't see any guys.

"Where is he now?"

I tried to keep my voice calm.

I think she noticed me for the first time.

"You have to leave! Some of the guys ran him off, but he said he was coming back with some buddies to give you a lesson. Go, please."

"With my love of higher education? I think I'll stick around."

I noticed a few people standing around, so while CeCe consoled Amy , I went and talked to them.

One of the boyfriends, Jack, confirmed the story. The guy was a jock, on the football team. They had a terrible year, not winning a single game, and he had been pissed ever since. Nobody liked him, but he was big so they didn't push it.

Amber, the girl two doors down from CeCe and Amy, was his girlfriend. She said they had called and some more guys are on the way to back me if needed. I thanked them but told them to stay out of it.

 I didn't know how much time I had so I went to the room and got my jacket and riding gloves.
I had gotten the jacket from a Harley dealership. It was leather, thick, with a reinforced kidney pad in back to protect you if you crashed, or if somebody tried to beat on you. The gloves were summer weight, light and supple. They would keep my hands from being damaged if I had to hit someone. This was as prepared as I was going to get, so I sat down and waited.

He must not have had many friends considering the time it took for him to get back. He only had three guys with him, but they all looked like shaved gorillas. Of course by then we had a sizable crowd of our own. I had everyone promise to stay out of it. They did on the condition that if it got too much for me I wouldn't object if they saved me. Hard to argue with that.

They came charging up and he yelled "Hey asshole." I ignored them and kept talking to Jack about trivial things.

He got closer.

"Hey motherfucker, I'm talking to you."

I looked up like I was surprised.

"I'm sorry, were you talking to me? It's not motherfucker, the name's James. Jimmy to my friends. How are you?"

I offered my hand. He was clearly confused. He almost reached out to shake. He snatched it back and a girl laughed. This didn't help any.

"Which one of you bitches laughed?"

I held my hand up in a calming gesture.

"Please sir, rudeness doesn't become you. What is your business here?  Whatever it is let's finish quickly so my friends and I can go back to enjoying our conversation."

Grins were appearing. He was losing control of the situation fast.

He sneered.

"I thought you were some kind of bad ass biker. You talk like a pansy."

"Pansy? I didn't know people still used that expression. Are you implying I'm less a man than you? Where are the facts that support this theory? Perhaps you're comparing my rugged good looks to one of my favorite flowers. Perhaps there's a sexual innuendo there. Sorry, I'm heterosexual, but I'm sure you'll find someone."

"Please let me take this further. You don't think that I'm much of a man but you brought three friends to help you. What does that say about you? That even though you outweigh me by, what, at least fifty pounds, you still aren't sure you can handle me alone. I think that would make you the pansy, wouldn't it?"

This was deliberate. Angry people make mistakes. By challenging his ability to face me alone, I was hoping he would tell the others to stay out of it. If push came to shove I could depend on my training and my friends' advice.

"Hit first, hit hard, and NEVER, NEVER, let him up. Remember, this isn't ten rounds in a ring with rules. They mean to do you harm. Go for soft tissue and pain points. Forget the jaw and stomach. Poke eyes, jab throats, stomp toes, kick kneecaps, bite ears, bust their balls, whatever. If you have time, plan your attack, then you'll do it without thinking. And remember, there's always someone out there bigger, meaner, more skilled, or just plain luckier than you, you can't win them all."

My taunt worked. He looked over at his friends.

"He's mine. Don't interfere unless his friends do. This is gonna be fun."

He went into grade school mentality. Remember? If two guys were going to fight there was at least five minutes of trash talk before anyone actually came to blows. I had outgrown that phase years ago.

Muscle head went into his spiel.

"I'm gonna enjoy kicking your ass. When I get done with..."

That,s when I got bored and stomped down hard on his toes. The dumb ass had flops on, and my size 11 engineer boots had a pretty thick sole. I'd like to say I broke a couple but I'm not sure.  But I heard he limped all the way to end of term.
He did scream like a girl, though.

When he bent over , a  reflex, I grabbed his arm, jammed it behind him, and ran him straight into a power post. It split his scalp. I would probably have done more but the cops arrived. Flower called them.

The first cop looked familiar. Surprise, it was Todd from the bar. He looked down at the jock and back at me.

"Looney, fancy you being here. What happened?"

"Good to see you Todd. This poor fellow here  tripped on the curb and fell into the post. Flip flops are such dangerous footwear. Messes with the balance, you know." 

He looked at the crowd. 

"Is that what happened?"

He heard a lot of I don't knows and sorry, I was  looking somewhere else when it happened. Even his jock buddies didn't say anything, worried about scholarships maybe.

He looked down at the fallen jock.

"Sir, would you like to file a complaint? Do you require medical assistance?"

Pain must have smartened him up some. He said he was fine, even as blood ran down his face. I had one of the girls bring him a towel with some ice.

If looks could kill I would never draw another breath, but he and his buddies left. Todd told the other officers he was going to investigate, maybe interview a witness or two. Flower was hovering around him, and I think they knew what he wanted to investigate. They left grinning, telling him not to be too long. We all sat at what was becoming 'my' table.

"So, Looney, how much longer are you staying?"

I told him I was leaving Monday.

"Good. I like you, but something about you messes with peoples' balance. They tend to fall down a lot, especially if they're assholes. I'd hate to see an epidemic break out."

He shook my hand and left, after getting a date with Flower for Saturday night.

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Amy was still a little shaken. They didn't know it, but I had rented a motel room for the night, planning to sleep with CeCe in a bed actually big enough for us. Of course, Amy wouldn't stay in the dorm alone, so we took her with us. I didn't mind, I actually did like Amy. I packed my saddlebags while they packed a small case. 

It was a nice room. It only had one bed, a king size. I had asked for that specifically. They didn't let me think about sleeping arrangements before we showered. I would have been glad to wash backs. My offer was declined.

We walked down the street to a fairly nice steakhouse. The food was good. Walking about     before going back, we talked about the weekend, agreeing it would be hard to top. The girls seemed subdued.

 Back at the room,  I flipped on cable and tried to relax. I was in the only chair. They sat on the bed whispering.       

They asked me to join them on the bed, we had things to discuss. My danger senses were going into overload.

"Do you really think Amy is attractive?"

Warning, warning, warning.

"Very much so. I've believe I've said that before. Why?"

There was a lot of blushing and side long glances at each other until CeCe blurted it out.

"We want her to be your lover, too."

I had been slouched down in the chair, and I sat straight up as my boots hit the floor.

"What did you just say?" 

CeCe was grinning.

"We talked it over. I want to stay a virgin. You like sex. Amy likes sex. I think eventually I'm gonna marry you, but until that time I don't want you with those sluts I see at the bars. This works for everybody. You can thank me now."

I got up, took her by the arm, and walked her to the door.

"I need you gone for fifteen minutes. Go to a bar, a library, a park, stand outside the door and try to listen, but give us fifteen minutes. 
Oh, by the way, if we get married I'll do the asking."

I almost shoved her out the door. I went to the bed and stood over Amy.

"Explain, now. Was this your idea or hers? If you try to bullshit me I'll know it. Talk."

She couldn't look me in the eye.

"Well, it was hers to start with. But the idea grew on me. I like you."

"Why?"

"I don't think CeCe knows what she has. I've actually listened to you talk. When we were at the bar you were good ole boy as it gets. Trucks, engines, guns, you knew a little about all of them.  But when we were with our friends it's totally different. I'm an English major. You've used lines from Tennyson, Keats, Frost, Lord Byron."

"You were talking to Flower about the superman theory, then went right to Jung and Freud. She's a  psyche major and I think you lost her a couple of times. Jack is an engineering major and you blew him away when you told him how old west gold mines adapted the design of  honey combs to distribute weight in loose clay soils. You're an onion with a lot of layers. I'd just like to peel a layer or two back to find the real you."

"So I read a lot and can actually remember it. If you think I'm that sharp, you should realize I'll keep digging until I get the truth."

"Truth?" Her eyes were pleading.

"Truth" I said, not yielding an inch.

"I'm in love with Cece!"

Well. Didn't see that coming.

"Define love."

"I'm bisexual, all right. I want to make love to her. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Not exactly.

"If you want to sleep with her, what are you doing offering to sleep with me?"

"I love her. She loves you. I'm pretty sure you love her. If you love her and I love her maybe I can get her to love us both. Understand? And I am attracted to you, I just like girls more than any man I've met yet. Got it?"

Not in the least.

"This isn't going to work. Somebody is going to get hurt feelings. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"No, but this is as close as I can get. Try it one night. If you don't want to after that I'll understand."

"I gotta think about this."

I sent her out with CeCe and told them both to be gone for at least thirty minutes. They went window shopping while I sat and thought, trying to figure a way out of it without hurting their  feelings too badly. It came to me just as they got back.

I gave CeCe a big kiss.

"Thank you, it was a loving gesture."

She looked very pleased.

I gave Amy a big kiss.

"Thank you, it was a loving gesture."

She had tears in her eyes, but she was smiling.

I sat them both on the bed.

"I've decided what I want to do. I'm making a counter offer. I'll take Amy as a lover if you do the same, CeCe."

In unison "What?!"

"It's simple. You want to make love to CeCe, right Amy? And CeCe, you want me to make love to Amy. The only solution I can see to balance the situation is if we all make love to each other.
We'll all be in it together, no blame or recrimination to anyone. That's it, the only way I'll do this. I know Amy will go along with it, it's all on you now, CeCe. In or out?"

The look on her face said it all.

"I thought so." Mentally applauding myself for getting out of a sticky situation, I sat down.

Amy was looking at her , pleading with her eyes. She was doing the same to me. Minutes passed.

Then she said in a small voice "all right".

Amy was on her in a second.

"All right what."

"All right, I'll do it. But no penetration from either of you, understand?"

Well, fuck me running. What was I gonna do now? 



I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 05



This chapter and one more, I promise. Thanks for the feed back. Life is a learning curve, your comments keeps me on the right path.

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Part One: Love the ones you're with

"WHAT?!

I'll do it. Let's just go slow until I get used to the idea."

Well, this didn't work out I had in mind, not at all.

My girlfriend had just offered me her bisexual roommate as a surrogate sex partner, and I tried to sabotage it by agreeing to it only if she took her as a lover also. I had never thought she would be interested in a female lover, she wasn't even interested in a male one, yet. This virgin until married ideal was really getting to me. It would be a lot easier if I hadn't been in love with her.

"You're just saying that to get me and Amy into bed. Then you'll back out and laugh at us."

"No I won't"

She had that determined jut to her chin that I was beginning to understand. She was a spoiled little rich girl, but she had strenght of character. If she made up her mind she was like a snapping turtle. She wouldn't let go until it thundered, and it was a clear night.

"Are you sure?" Please back out was what I wanted to say. But I was almost as stubborn as she was. If she was going to do it, I was too. Even if I thought it was a bad idea.

Amy was on cloud nine. Her most inner desire was about to become reality.

"Let's seal the deal with a kiss."

Ever look back on your life and say,

"There it is, this is what determined the rest of my life. Ever thing that happened to me after that can be traced back to this?"

Very few people remember that moment, but thirty years later I do, and this was it.

"Let's get our clothes off." she said as she pulled her top off.

"No!"

She was enjoying my ambivalence.

"How we gonna fuck if we don't?"

"One, we're not going to fuck. We're taking a lover, remember? And you don't really fuck. Don't cheapen it by acting like this is a one night stand. Relax, go slow, let's enjoy this. Come over here, give us a nice slow kiss, and let things develop."

"Two, if at any time I sense you're not as into it as we are, I'm out. It might be your situation but it will be my rules, got it?"

Back out now, go ahead, I won't blame you. I guess my Jedi mind tricks weren't working because she came over to join us on the bed. The force just wasn't with me tonight.

Amy had a glazed look in her eyes, she was almost salivating.

I gave her a long, lingering kiss, slowly stroking her sides and bottom. She was still fully clothed.

"Help her out of her top, Ce."

Amy had on a sleeveless, button up blouse. CeCe moved in front of her and unbuttoned her, slowly, one button at a time, kissing and licking as she went. When it was undone I eased it off her shoulders, revealing a sheer pink bra. Ce was breathing hard, hands shaking as she undid the front clasp of the bra. She had small breasts, and extremely sensitive nipples.

"I'll take the right" I said, just before I wrapped my mouth around her nipple. She squirmed in excitement. I felt CeCe, her hair brushing against me. Glancing sideways, my vision clouded by proximity, I could see CeCe rolling the left nipple between her teeth. Amy was speaking in no tongue known to man. She had a hand behind each head, pushing us to her harder.

"Your turn", I said as I came up for air. CeCe didn't say a work, just turned her back so Amy could unsnap her. Amy slipped her hands around to gently massage her under the loose bra.

CE sighed and leaned back into her. Amy licked and nibbled her neck and shoulders, Looking me in the eye the whole time, silently inviting me to join her. I kissed her, licked her ear, her throat, sliding my tongue ever down. I nuzzled between her breasts, reveling in the softness. Amys' hand stroked my neck , making small noises of approval. She eased from behind CeCe and we lowered her to the bed. She latched onto one nipple while I paid homage to the other, pausing occasionally to share a kiss. We raced one another down her belly, often rising back up to give CeCe a kiss.

I unsnapped her jeans and lightly started tugging. She raised her hips to help. Amy removed her shoes. This was before the era of shaven pubes, and Ce had a full, thick bush. We paused to admire the view.

"No fair, no fair" she whined, tugging at both of us. She fairly ripped the tight shorts Amy was wearing to her knees. She kept her light blond, sparsely furred thatch neatly trimmed, a holdover from her swimming days. The sight of CeCe gently stroking her sex is vivid in my memory to this day. Amy was crying with joy.

They attacked me, literally ripping my shirt off. I lost the rest of my clothes in record time. My erection was intense to the point of being painful.

Amy and CeCe began kissing in earnest. Instinctively I pulled back when Amy started kissing her way up her thighs. I held CeCes' hand and whispered words of encouragement as things progressed.

"Oh my! Oh shit! Oh, oh, oh, ahhhh."

She now had both hands firmly on Amys' head, pushing up with her hips.

"Almost there, baby, almost...........there!"

She almost threw her of with the last heave. Gasping, crying, she pulled her up like she was a doll, hugging and kissing. 

"So good, so good" She murmured, lightly stroking Amys' back.

"If I had known it was going to be like this, I would have let you seduce me last year."

She pulled her up, cupping her head in her hands and looking her in the eyes.

"I wanna do you now, baby. But I don't know how. Teach me hon, please."

Amy stroked her cheek.

"It'll come naturally to you, love, just do what I did."

She was slow, tenative, listening to Amy and trying to read her signals. It was clumsy at times but she eventually achieved her goal. They snuggled together for just a second. I think they actually forgot I was in the room at times. I wanted to join in, but in retrospect I think subconsciously knew it was better I didn't.

CeCe looked over at me and looked guilty.

"We forgot our boyfriend, and he looks like he needs some attention."

I became the centerpiece on the bed. The rest of the night was a blur of lips, hands, pussies. Amy sucking me while CeCe ate her, then reversing roles. Amy sinking down onto me in a cowgirl, incredibly tight, as CeCe rode my face, kissing and fondling Amy, until finally collapsing in a tangled embrace, to sleep from exhaustion.

I was by habit an early riser, and I woke with CeCe on my shoulder and Amy more or less on top of both of us. I untangled, and watched them snuggle into each other.

I showered, slipped out of the room and got breakfast at a fast food place. I opened the coffees, and Amy opened one eye. She looked at me, and at CeCe. Ce had instinctively wrapped her arms around the smaller girl. She lay for a second savoring the feeling before kissing her awake.

"Get up, love, our man brought us food, and I'm starved."

CeCe was not a morning person. Getting up, she started to reach for her shirt, thought better of it, and stumbled to the bathroom. Amy didn't pretend to get dressed, just started sipping coffee.

We ate breakfast, them naked, me fully clothed, until Amy noticed it. She quickly insisted I fix the situation. 

"What time is it?"

I looked at my watch.

"Eight."

"What time is checkout?"

"Eleven."

"Then we better hurry."

I had already showered, but they insisted I wash their backs, and their fronts. We ran out of the room at 10:55.

We rode back to the dorm in silence. I don't think anybody really knew how to begin. They both cut class to spend a little more time with me, but finally it was time to go back to the real world. They both gave me tremendous kisses, clinging to me. The girls between classes got an eyeful.

"What do we do now?"

It was the million dollar question.

CeCe must have put a lot of thought into the answer.

"It's simple. I love you. You love me. I love Amy, Amy loves me. You and Amy need to learn to love each other. Call us tonight so we'll know you made it home safe."

I thought about my weekend on the way down the mountain. Two fights, two girls, lots of new friends, all the sex I could handle. If all vacations were like this no wonder people wanted to go on them all the time.

I got home, said hi to my roommates, called the girls and talked for half an hour, went into my room and slept thirteen hours.

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Part Two: Funeral For A Friend

We set up a rhythm the next few weeks. I stopped working at the grill on Saturday nights. Until the end of the term I would ride up every other Saturday night and spend it with them. Alternate weekends CeCe would bring Amy home with her and we would end up in a motel for the weekend. Occasionally Amy would go home to see her mom, and it would Be just CeCe and me. They both agreed that was good because it gave us some alone time, after all, they had each other all week. And yes, they did sleep together.

The term ended. CeCe came home, Amy went to spend some time with her mother. She lived across the state, and long distance relationships suck.

We were going to fall back into the school routine, traveling every other week to see Amy, when fate intervened.

It was a Monday afternoon, I had just gotten off work, when I got the call.

"Jimmy, do you know who this is?"

I recognized the voice instantly.

"Barb?"

"Yes, Jimmy, it is. It pleases me to think you would remember me. How are you?"

"Older, bigger, uglier than when we last met. How about you, still as beautiful as ever?"

I could feel the smile.

"Oh, hon, time takes its' toll on all of us."

As much as I enjoyed talking to her, I wondered why, after almost four years, she called.

"How have you been, really? I heard Bob passed away, I'm sorry for your loss. Despite what we did, I know you loved him. How's Joanne, still a bundle of energy?"

There was a short silence. I thought for a minute she had hung up. Then the sobs started.

Between sobs I got the story.

"Joanne is sick, Jimmy. Her cancer came back. It was too late when they discovered it. She's only got weeks, maybe even just days. She wants to see you one last time to say goodbye. She talked of you often."

"Where is she? When can I see her? Why didn't you call before? Damn it, this is so unfair!"

"She's in the cancer ward at Baptist. She put you on the family list, so you can see her just about any time. Please go."

"Are you going tonight? Good, I'll be over in thirty minutes. We'll go together."

Barb looked tired, subdued. I got the story out of her as we drove to the hospital.

Joanne met and married an accountant nine months after our affair. He was good to her for about a year. He didn't become abusive, just indifferent. She caught him sleeping with a client and threw him out. She had a pretty good prenup, so he left with nothing. Five days later she found out the cancer was back. He tried to get back into her good graces, hoping he was still in the will. When he found out he was getting nothing he never came back. What an asshole.

I forgotten how much my looks had changed. She didn't recognize me until I spoke. Then the tears started.

"Jimmy, Jimmy. Thank you for coming. I know I look a mess. Barb should have told me, you know how us girls like to primp when we know we're going to see an ex lover." 

Barb had told me how she looked, but until I actually saw her I couldn't get a mental picture. She had only weighed about 105 pounds when she was healthy, the cancer had wasted her down to 75. She was almost skeletal. My heart broke for her, but I smiled.

"Nonsense, it's all I can do to keep from climbing into bed with you. Think the nurses would say anything?"

She broke down completely, holding her arms out to me. She had an IV in each arm so I had to be careful, but I hugged her as hard as I could under the conditions, trying to pour all the love I had for her into it.

I'm sure the nurses saw this sort of thing on a regular basis, but the sight of me, dressed in my work clothes[ a biker shirt and jeans] holding this tiny, tiny, woman to me while tears streamed down my face would be something to remember.

She clung to me until she went to sleep. I lay her down, stroking her hair. Barb stood in the doorway, dabbing her eyes with tissue.

We talked on the way back to her house.

"How much longer will she be in the hospital?"

"There's nothing they can do for her now, so they're sending her home Wednesday."

"Should she be alone? Who's going to watch her?"

"I'll have to arrange for someone to be with her. I'll check in on her during the afternoon and evening. It's the best I can do."

When Bob died, Barb had inherited the Ford dealership. It seems she was an astute business woman, and the business expanded. His family by his first wife were stunned they had been left out of the will, but Barb got along well with his two sons, so she gave them 18% ownership each to keep them happy and at the dealership. They actually got along quite well. His first wife had been living well on alimony, and to further cement her relationship with the sons she gave 4% ownership to her, not to be sold unless it was back to them. She got a dividend check once a quarter that actually exceeded her old alimony payment. Everybody was happy, relatively. She had an office and kept a close eye on the business.

If you're from the rural South family is important to you. The thought of Joanne dying surrounded by strangers saddened me deeply.

"Doesn't she have somebody that can come out and and be with her, some family, an old friend?"

"No, hon, she doesn't. She had no siblings, and her mother is disabled and in a retirement home. There's no one."

I made a decision out of love that was going to be returned tenfold, although I didn't know it at the time.

"I'll be here after I end my shift. I'll stay with her at night. Just have someone here in time for me to get to work."

"I can't let you do that. You have your own life to live. She wouldn't want you to waste your time on her."

"First things first. I'm doing this because I want to, and you can't stop me. Have the nurse stay tomorrow to give me any instructions to make her comfortable. Please stop over to help me get her settled. I'll handle it from there."

Barb told me she pitched a fit. In the end Barb told her,

"You saw how big he is now. Do you think two women who combined aren't anywhere near his size could make him do anything he didn't want to? I'm afraid we're stuck with him."

She lit me up when I got there. Told me to go away and leave a poor sick woman alone. I wasn't welcome and if I didn't leave she would call the cops.

I just smiled at her and had the nurse show me how to monitor her IV and set up her pill schedule.

"If you want me out, Joanne, get up and throw me out. Oh, and no funny business either. I'm kind of in a committed relationship, so don't be tempting me."

Barb and the nurse were actually laughing. She wound down, shaming me for being mean to a sick woman, and then flashed us her boobs, said it was my loss, and asked me to make her some chicken soup for dinner. Barb said it was the first time since getting sick she seemed happy.

So Joanne became my life for awhile. I would get home, make her something light that she usually didn't eat very much of, and talk or watch TV until she fell asleep. The nurse would change her gown every morning and again just before I got home, brush her hair, and put a touch of makeup on. She stopped wearing panties because she had to be helped to and from the bathroom, giggling it was nothing I hadn't seen before. She actually embarrassed the nurse, which made her day.

I told Amy and CeCe about my past relationship with her. Amy thought it was cute, not CeCe.

I found out that CeCe had a phobia about the sick and the dying. She came in and said hi to Joanne once, just after I had moved in. There was an instant mutual dislike. She never made another visit.

She and Amy loved each other. Looking at them together, I was amazed at how similar they looked. Maybe that's what attracted me to Amy initially. The nurse told Joanne she didn't know she had a daughter. They thought it was hilarious, especially when Amy said they hadn't been on speaking terms since she had stolen her lover, giving me a huge kiss. The look on the nurse's face made them laugh until they cried.

Barb stayed with her every other weekend so I could spent time with my girls.

Like I said before, CeCe was from money. She never had to work for it so she never understood its' value. I was working class, but my parents had given me guidance when I needed it, so I had a healthy respect for money and was careful with it.

Amy was what could be called 'dirt poor'. Raised by her mom without the benefit of child support from a dad she had never met. She was in school on a full scholarship, pinching pennies, working part time jobs during the summer. When they started rooming together she was amazed at CeCes' extravagance. She hardly ever went out because she couldn't afford it. When Ce figured it out she started insisting she go with her, paying for everything. She resisted at first, but gave in under relentless pressure. Ce did have a way of getting what she wanted.

Amy wasn't having a lot of luck with jobs that summer and confided it to Joanne one night. The next day she put the nurse on part time, just an hour in the mornings and afternoons to regulate her medicine, gave her a nice bonus, and moved Amy in.

Amy objected, but Joanne said she would much rather have Amy around than me, and if one of had to go, then sorry, bud, happy trails.

We got into a domestic routine. I usually got up first and made breakfast, then got Amy up. We tried to let Joanne sleep, but she set her alarm clock, and insisted on having breakfast with us. Much later Amy said she confided to her she was afraid she would be gone before I got back, and she just wanted to see once more.

I was wrestling with some hard decisions of my own. If I didn't go back to school soon I was afraid I would never do it. I applied and got accepted to Mountain State. Entering as a junior, same as Amy. CeCe had taken summer classes and would be a senior. I hadn't told anyone yet. I had enough saved up for one year and a little into the next, hoping to find a job to help when I got there.

Joanne lasted until the first of August. When she started really fading, Barb would stop by every night. Hospice had been in a few times. Amy confided all her secrets, trying to get her interested in another day. When she confessed about our first threesome experience, she smiled and said she should thank both her and Barb for training me. Then she told her the whole story of our relationships to each other. She also said she was going to leave her 'the toys', especially the paddles. I caught her giving me unreadable glances for a few days.

I came home on a Thursday, looked at Amy crying in the kitchen, and knew.

"She's going fast." 

I looked in on her and she was unconscious, breathing shallowly. We called Barb and she came immediately.

There was really nothing we could do but be there. Barb held one hand, I held the other. Just before she passed she roused and saw us.

"Hold me, hold me my loves. I want to be wrapped in love as I go." 

We both leaned over her, and with her last breath she dragged us down, hugging with all the might she had left. Her arms gradually slid back to her sides. 

She lay there, eyes unfocused, smiling as she left us. Now I know what crying rivers meant.

I slept walked through the funeral. Barb handled everything. There were very few people at the service. Barb, Amy, me, my family, Joannes former sister, that was it. CeCe didn't attend.

Barb insisted we stay at the house until school, said Joanne wanted us to. She called us a few days later, said we had to be at the reading of the will.     




I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 05



At the lawyer's office, both Amy and I had to show our ID, which they made copies of. I was surprised to see her ex-husband there. Barb was there as executor. The house went to a cancer foundation. The furniture and household contents were also donated to charity, after certain items were removed. 

Her ex got a certificate good for a lifetime supply of condoms, not to exceed twelve a week, from the local pharmacy. Seems the client he slept with came up pregnant, and her husband had gotten a vasectomy years before. He left the office screaming curses at anyone who would listen. Joannes' last laugh.

Amy and I received large manila envelopes we had to sign for, with instructions not to open them until we got home and in the presence of Barb. Barb also got an envelope.

Barb opened hers first.

She was to receive all of Joannes jewelry with the exception of a single strand of pearls that Amy often admired. The pearls were in Amys' envelope. She also got the standard executors' fee, which she donated to the cancer foundation.

Amy collapsed when she opened hers. Inside was a check for staying with Joanne, roughly twice the rate the nurse would have gotten. There were also two letters. One for her eyes only, one she wanted read aloud. She got the first sentence out before she started crying.

I picked up and read:

"Amy, my child. 

This is how I've come to think of you. You have made me realize the single biggest regret of my life was not experiencing motherhood. You've given me a glimpse of what I missed, and while I should hate you for it, it makes me love you the more. If I had a daughter, I would wish her to be like you.

I know we are the same size, and I've seen you fondle my fox fur coat. It belonged to my grandmother, and she wanted me to pass it on to my daughter when it was time. I want you to have it, the winters are cold at your school. In fact, I want you to go through my closets and take whatever you want. Wear the clothes proudly, it is a gift of love.

Lastly, I want you to have my car. College girls need a good set of wheels. It's a little old, but I rarely drove it. It is in good condition, and should serve you well for years. Barb has something for you, cars can be expensive to maintain.

One more note. Jimmy. Take care of him, I think he's going to need you soon. And be a little more assertive, he takes you for granted.

I wish you happiness and a good life.

Your mother that never was,

Joanne."

She cried for an hour, then told Barb she didn't deserve it.

"Nonsense, girl, I've never seen anyone who deserved it more. Take it with the love it was given. What I have for you is the paperwork for your car, along with the insurance forms. It's already been paid, all you have to is sign the papers and pick up the tag. She also gave me this for you. It's 2,000, cash, for gas, tires, and incidental repairs."

She turned to me.

"And Joanne is right, you do take her for granted. Wise up, Jimmy. Now, open yours."

I read the letter first.

"Jimmy my love, the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life was not snatching you up when you turned eighteen and never letting go. You were a good boy, and you're turning into a better man. I've had this for years, have changed the name several times. I can't think of anyone else who deserves it more.

Follow your dream, shape the minds and hearts of those who follow. And if you ever have a little girl, Joanne is a nice name.

And Jimmy, you really should pay more attention, you won't do better than Amy. Good luck in your life. Oh, cut your hair and shave, you're in college for goodness sake.

Love always,

Joanne."

It was an insurance policy, listing me as beneficiary. $40,000.

Barb handed me the check.

"Here you go Jimmy, go back to school, get your degree. Come back to us and turn out more good men. The world could always use them."

I slid to the floor, it seems my legs quit working, Amy knelt beside me, giving much needed comfort.

Barb went on to tell me that Joanne wanted us to have any furniture we needed, it would be handy for our new apartment. There was no hurry, just pick out the pieces and mark them.

Barb had some parting words. 

"Good luck, my young friends. This experience has made me regret not having children also. I think I'm going to adopt you. Come home and see me from time to time. Now I'll leave you alone, I'm sure you have some thinking to do."

She kissed us both and left. We sat on the couch holding each other, crying occasionally from grief, joy, and shock.

We wandered through the house for the next few days, tagging furniture and packing. After some hesitation Amy went through the clothes, picking jeans, a few tops, and some nice dresses. She took almost all the shoes and Joanne had a lot. She said she had never owned more than four pairs of shoes at one time in her whole life. She also took four or five evening gowns, and one little black dress that looked so good on her it immediately came off.

We tried to get CeCe involved but she wouldn't enter the house, said it gave her the creeps. We were still boosting motel stock points as often as possible.

While we were with Joanne, CeCe was interning at one of her fathers plants. He was very happy, controlling almost all her time. And I very rarely visited her at home, which made it even sweeter to him.

When it rains it pours, in good as well as bad. When I put my notice in at Glib, I was told to see HR before I made it formal.

Beverly, Joannes' former sister, was still HR director. She and Barb had flown Joannes' ashes back home and helped her mother pour them into the ocean. She often said it was her favorite memory of California.

"Jimmy, we hate to see you go. You've been a model employee, and several times you've been considered for advancement. But you've made no secret of your desire to finish your education, so we left you alone. If you remember, when we first hired you I mentioned scholarship opportunities. It is a great pleasure that I can give you this."

She handed me a formal notification that I had been approved for a full scholarship to any state university I wished to attend. If I kept a 3.0 grade average it would automatically be renewed for another year.  

"You deserve this. Several members of senior management were hesitant because of your appearance, but your community college professors were quite impressed with you and gave glowing reports. You have a stellar work record and every one of your coworkers attested to your good character. I think it was a point of pride that one of their own was being considered. Oddly enough it was the way you stood by Joanne, almost a stranger to you by then, that tipped the balance."

She noticed my look.

"Oh yes, remember this is a small town, people talk."

So there I was. Thanks to Joanne and my thrifty ways I had $53,000 in the bank, and except for living expenses, I didn't have to spend any of it to continue my education. I had two full time girlfriends who loved me and each other, life couldn't get any better could it? Yes it could.

Barb called me one day to invite me to lunch because she had something important to tell me.

"Jimmy, drive your car. I'm the president of a successful business, don't be roaring up on your bike, appearances, you know."

My car was clean and well maintained, but it was fifteen years old and looked it. If it had been me, I would have preferred the bike. But I followed her orders and showed up precisely at noon.

She probably shocked the staff when she gave me a big hug and pulled me into her car and took off. We had a nice lunch, where she refused to tell me anything, saying she had something to show me in her office when we got back. We talked about school, Amy, the furniture we were going to move into the new apartment we had at school. No more dorms for Amy and CeCe.

She talked about her life, the hard but rewarding experience it was running a business after being a trophy wife for years. She had a new man in her life. He was four years younger, but she grinned and said there were precedents. She was holding my hand as we went into her office. 

She sat behind her desk and went into professional mode. I was impressed.

"Jimmy , how are you going to get the furniture up to college?"

"Well, I thought I would rent a truck, one of those big ones, and take it in one trip. I've got some friends up there who can help me unload it."

"No. I have several used cargo trucks on the lot, we'll put a dealer tag on one and you can keep it until you're done. That problem is now solved. What are you going to drive while you're in school?"

This was a sticking point. I had promised my sisters they could have my car. Two of them had drivers licenses now, and dad needed an extra car.

"I can ride my bike most of the time. When it gets really cold, I'm sure CeCe or Amy will give me a ride."

I wouldn't dare try to borrow one. CeCe had one of those little Mercedes,and she was really picky about it. And Amy? Joannes 'old' car was a three year old Thunderbird convertible with less than 10,000 miles on it. She wouldn't let me into it unless I showered first and wiped my feet three times. It was the first car she had ever owned. It took her three tries to get out of the driveway because she started crying every time she got in it.

"I was thinking about looking around for something. Got any good deals?"

She smiled. 

"As a matter of fact, why don't we go look and see if there's anything that would be suitable? I'm sure we can find you something."

I figured she would turn me over to a salesman but she strode right by them.

She took me to a truck, a four wheel drive full size Ford that looked brand new.

"What do you think of this one?"

It looked beautiful but expensive.

"I love it, but no way I could afford it. I've got a little money now but I still want to be cautious with it. You never know, right."

"Oh, I think I could make you a deal. How does eighty six dollars sound?"

"What?"

"Eighty six dollars. That's tag fee, tax, and title work. The truck is yours. Come into the office and I'll give you the story. And hon, close your mouth."

She closed the office door.

"Part of my letter from Joanne was a plea to keep an eye on you. I told you years ago if I could ever help you I would. The truck is five years old, a trade in from one of our regular customers. It has 40,000 on it, and all he ever did with it was take his boat to the lake. I had it checked out, tuned, and put new tires on it. It's a gift. Please don't insult me by trying to refuse. I'm rich now, it won't hurt me. Say something!"

"I don't have the words. You know I would still love you if you were broke... Thank you."

I came around the desk and gave her a hug.

"You know, you and Joanne have given me some unrealistic expectations when it comes to women. I don't know if I'll ever find anyone who will measure up."

She looked at me for the first time like she was seeing an idiot.

"Bullshit! Haven't you noticed the little Joanne clone that keeps buzzing around you? Wake up Jimmy. Now let's sign some papers, I already had the mechanic put your tags on the truck."

I had a good vehicle, Amy had an almost new car, and while we weren't loaded, we were both better off than we had ever been. We had found a good apartment not too far off campus and had some really nice furniture to go in it. Life was looking up.

Just before we left, I stopped by Joannes house.

I went alone, at night. We had long since turned the keys over, so I stood outside by her favorite flower bed. I had taken a small amount of her ashes from the urn and placed them there. I just couldn't stand the thought of her being completely gone. Honoring her last request, I had cut my hair and trimmed my beard extremely short. Scattering my hair around the bed I said my goodbyes.

"Thank you Joanne. I love you. Goodbye." 

Silly. Stupid. Sentimental. But it made me feel better as I drove away.

.................................................

Part Three: Not All Triangles Have Equal Sides

Well, here I was, Joe College.

It was hard acclimating at first, but after a week or two I found my groove. It was actually easier, because I didn't have to balance my time between school and work. I wasn't going to work for the first year to make sure I got the second year of my scholarship.

Also helping was the fact that Amy and I had the same major and shared many of the courses, so we could study together and help each other through the rough spots.

CeCe was taking industrial human relations, and hardly studied at all. She still managed to pass. When she got stuck Amy and I would joke privately another building was about to get her dad's corporate logo on it. Warren was quite the alumnus.

CeCe approved of the dining room set, the living room furniture , and the spare bedroom suite we had brought with us, but insisted on getting furniture for the master bedroom. It was the largest bed I had ever seen, nowadays it would be called a California King. It came in handy.

We tried for awhile, but three sleeping together, no how big the bed is, doesn't work all the time. We were both a lot bigger than Amy so she got stuck in the middle. Lying between us she would get hot and start wiggling and we would all soon be awake. Amy was really good at solving logistical problems, and this was no exception.

Remember those huge, goofy looking purple turtles CeCe made me get the first weekend we were together? To tell them apart, Amy tied a bow of yellow ribbon around hers. CeCe decided hers looked naked, so she put a white bow around it. 

If I came home and the turtle with the yellow ribbon was on the bed in the master bedroom, it would be just me and Amy that night. If it was the white, then it was me and CeCe. If neither were there it meant we were all sleeping together. And if both turtles were on the bed, I slept alone in the second bed room. There was no set schedule, but for the most part it worked. Sometimes three really is a crowd.

CeCe was short and snappish with us for the first few weeks. We put it down to the new living arrangements. It's one thing to see someone every couple of weeks, another to live with them. Amy and I had few problems, the weeks of living together while we took care of Joanne gave us the opportunity to understand each others personality quirks.

I was almost always the first one up. Most of our classes didn't start until nine, so I had time to shower and make breakfast before I woke the girls. Any could cook, but her menu was limited. CeCe didn't cook and had no interest in learning. My years of being a short order cook came in handy, and I loved to try new things. Most college kids don't have the facilities or means to cook, so when word got out[thanks to the girls bragging about it]I had to start making extra because two or three days a week someone was always dropping by in the evenings. If they didn't we had leftovers.

I almost never had to get Amy up, as soon as the coffee started she would appear. Over the years I've often thought that if I could invent an alarm clock that emitted the smell of coffee instead of beeping I could make a fortune on college campuses. She would have her first cup, and then we would go drag CeCe out of bed. She was not a morning person. We usually rode together, but after she made us late twice we put her on a deadline, leave with us or drive alone. Most times she was ready after that.

The Big Event, as Amy called it later, came on a Friday night right before Thanksgiving. Amy and I were alone in bed, going at it hard, when CeCe walked in. We paused, but she asked us to continue. She watched as I brought Amy to three roaring orgasms, then turned and went back into the other bedroom. The next morning at breakfast she told me to take a nap when I got home.

"Why would I need a nap?"

"Because tonight is the night I stop being a virgin. I want you well rested so I get a good experience."

Amy stopped eating, and with a forkful of omelet halfway to her mouth said "Huh?"

"You heard me. I'm tired of being the odd man out. I've already decided to marry Jimmy, so it won't be like I'm giving away something my husband won't get."

I had never said a word about marriage. We had our whole life ahead of us, and while I loved Ce, I didn't know if marriage was in my future.

"Um, Ce, I haven't ask you to marry me. I'm not making any decisions until I graduate, and that's still almost two years away."

"You haven't yet, but I've got time to work on you. I'm sure you'll see it my way eventually, especially after tonight."

Amy went silent. I didn't think about it at the time, but CeCe had just told her she had a limited shelf life. And I forgot how competitive they could be sometimes.

CeCe was just being herself. Arrogant, self assured, always getting what she wanted. That someone would oppose her after she decided something was unacceptable, and needed to be corrected as soon as possible. Refusal simply did not exist in her world.

We went to school in separate cars because CeCe had a late class. We usually all rode together in my truck. For some reason CeCe was jealous of Amy's car. Before we always took the Mercedes, and Amy rode in the back.

It was the first time I had seen Amy actually stand up to her. They had decided to take turns driving, and when it came Amys' turn, Ce refused to ride in the back.

"We're both too big for the backseat, why don't you let Jimmy drive?"

"BULLSHIT! This is my fucking car and nobody drives it but me. If you don't want to ride in it drive yourself."

CeCe was shocked, and I had to turn away so she wouldn't see the smile. The compromise was that I rode in the backseat. When Ce drove Amy shocked her farther by refusing to ride in the back. 

"If you're too good to ride in the back of my car, I'm too good to ride in the back of yours."

This led to me being always in the back, and a frosty atmosphere during the drive. I solved that one after about three weeks.

By then it was cold, so I would go out and warm up whatever we were driving that day. That Monday I warmed up my truck. Just before we went out I gave them my speech.

"I'm sick to death of squabbling over vehicles. From now on we take my truck. That way neither of you drives and everybody sits in the front. One sits in the middle one day, the other the next. If this isn't acceptable tell me now, and I'll drive myself from now on."

They were both kind of shocked. Amy was pretty easy to get along with, and Ce was just beginning to understand I had limits I wouldn't go past.

Amy smiled and said "Thank you honey. Dibs on the middle." and went out the door.

Ce looked at me for a second before smiling.

"Sometimes I forget how smart you are. Thank you honey."

So I racked up miles on my truck while two luxury vehicles sat in my driveway idle. But it kept the peace.

From the time we moved in together I made a serious effort to make sure the girls were treated equally. I read a treatise from an old Muslim text in one of my classes about the perfect number of wives. Four. One would be too boring, two would constantly be at odds with each other, If you had three two would always be ganging up on one, but if you had four, alliances would shift from time to time, and that much competition would assure harmony.

Four. No wonder they were always involved in holy wars. It was to get away from their wives.

I looked over at Amy. "How do you feel about this?"

If nothing else she was honest.

"I don't know. It's about time, I guess. But I kind of like the fact that it was something we shared alone. I guess I'll be surpassed by her again. As usual."

That surprised me.

"Haven't I always treated you equally? The only thing she has that you don't is money, and I haven't seen any hundred dollars bills spread across the bed when we're in it. Besides, she may not be any good. And once she gets used to it you can introduce her to your toys."




I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 05



That brought a smile. Joanne had been true to her word, leaving Amy her 'toy box'. At first she was shocked, but gradually introduced vibrators, dildos, and handcuffs into our sessions. She didn't bring out the paddles, she had a low pain tolerance. She kept it under lock and key, which drove Ce crazy. She told her it was a box of momentos from Joanne, and she wanted to keep them private.

That afternoon on the way home she said she was going to spend the night with friends at her old dorm 

"The first time should be in private, just between lovers. Be gentle Jimmy."

CeCe got home and we had an uneasy dinner. Amy kissed her and left. Ce looked over at me.

"I need an hour of alone time. Why don't you go out for a beer? But only one, I want you firing on all cylinders tonight."

I went to the Black Dog. I became a regular when I moved to school. At first they didn't recognize me because of my haircut and short beard.

When they realized who I was, they warned me that the guy I knocked out made his brags if I ever showed my face he would settle things with me. About two weeks later it happened, we were in the bar at the same time. There's always some asshole that loves to stir things up, so I was pointed out to him pretty quickly. He came in my direction so I stood up. The bartender warned me not to bust the place up and told me to take it outside if I could.

He stopped a few feet from me.

"We got something to settle, asshole."

I surprised him by agreeing.

"In here or outside?"

"Huh?"

"Do you want to settle it here or in the parking lot? If it starts in here, I'm only paying for half the damages." 

"Or we could stay in here and settle it civilly. As far as everyone knows I surprised you and got in a lucky shot. If we go outside and I stomp your ass into a mud hole, they'll know better."

I had him thinking.

"If you do beat me I'll be back. I'll keep coming back until I win. That will be our routine. You won't be able relax because every time I come in there would be a fight. And I've got lots of tricks, eventually I'll win. Or we could do it like this.

I'll apologize and shake your hand. You'll tell everybody I apologized and you figure there's no benefit in fighting a crazy person. You'll still be the big dog, but if people think I'm crazy they'll leave me alone. Everybody wins and nobody gets bruises. Think about it."

He did, for about 30 seconds. Then he held out his hand.

"I'm Bear, pleased to meet you. Just telling you, I can be an asshole when I'm drunk."

I grabbed his hand. 

"I'm....."

He laughed. "I know what you're called. Looney. What else would you call a crazy person?" 

We sat down and I told Bear I would buy the first round. The bartender said since we hadn't torn the place up our beer for the night was on him. Four hours later they carried Bear out and called Amy to come and get me. A few weeks later Amy was with me when Bear came in. She charged up and gave him hell for getting me so drunk. He laughed, picked her up, kissed her cheek and said

"Yes ma'am. If you can control that crazy man I'm a little afraid of you."

After that night, whenever Bear would start to get out of hand Amy would grab his cheek and start scolding him like a child. Invariably he would calm down. Everyone thought it was tremendously funny, but no one laughed in front of him. 

I came home to candlelight and soft music. Ce was in a baby doll, a very, very, sheer blue, my favorite color. There was a wine bottle and glasses beside the table, and half the bottle was gone.

I picked up the bottle and looked at her, she blushed a little and said even though she didn't want me to drink she was extremely nervous and felt the need to be extra relaxed. I decided to make it as special as possible, so I nibbled, licked, did the things I knew she loved. I was about to go down when she grabbed my head.

"You've been nibbling on appetizers long enough. It's time for the main course, Now go slow, be kind, but take me. Now!"

So I did. I tried to go slowly but Ce was as impatient with this as everything else, and suddenly thrust up. She gave a little cry and stayed motionless. Then she wiggled, and I slowly, gently pumped into her. As she acclimated she wanted it harder, stronger, with gasps, moans, cries. Despite my wish to prolong the experience, we were soon slamming together with amazing intensity. She had already peaked and was closing in on another when I felt it.

"I'm close, honey, close."

She had locked her legs around my back.

"Me, too, Me too. Now! Ah!"

We exploded together and collapsed. When our breathing returned to normal she rolled me off and snuggled.

"Was it what you thought it would be?"

"Nothing at all. It was much better. But no more tonight, please. I need to process this."

I got a warm cloth and cleaned her, and we slept with the bliss of young lovers throughout eternity.

For a change she was up before me.

I never felt harder when I woke. Ce took care of it, proclaiming her soreness afterwards. She said she wanted to wait a few days, then to try to catch up with Amy.

"It'll be hard, she has an almost year head start, but I think we can do it."

Amy came home later, took her clothes off and snuggled us both. Then she helped CeCe up, took her in the shower and bathed her. They were in there for a long time.

Christmas holidays were upon us, that's when our complicated relationship started showing cracks. CeCe wanted Amy to come home with her, she wanted to spend part of it with her mom and the rest of it with us. We compromised. Amy went home and spent Christmas day with her. I spent Christmas with my family. I spent Christmas eve with CeCe and her family. It was awkward to say the least, although her mom liked me much better with the shorter hair. Her dad asked me what I was going to do after I graduated. His only comment when I told him was I must be doing it for love, public school teachers lived just above the poverty line. We were supposed to go visit Amy and her mother, but her dad insisted she attend some company functions with the family, so she stayed.

I went. Her mom was very nice and made me welcome. I stayed for two days before we left. Amy was glad I was following her home, she hated to drive any distance alone.

We had all agreed to not exchange gifts until after we all came back from our family visits. The girls had insisted on a live tree. They made me drive to every tree farm in the area looking for the 'one'. They would ask my opinion but after I said the first three were perfect they quit and made the decision without me. I still have the picture of them carrying the tree, tiny Amy on the big end while CeCe was holding the top with one hand.

It was two days before CeCe got back, and that night we opened the gifts. Amy was like a little girl. We got gag gifts, Mine was matching sweaters for each of us. CeCe insisted we put them on immediately. I got both girls lingerie.

Know how hard it is to get matching bras, panties, and garter belts when one was a 32C and a size five panty, and the other was a 38B and a size nine? Pretty hard, not to mention the looks from the shop owner.

They promised to wear them under their dresses when we went to the New Years Eve party we had been invited to. It was kind of exclusive. I got invited because of my excellent GPA, CeCe was invited because, well, she was who she was. Amy was coming as my date.

I had one more surprise for them. We all slept together that night, and as usual I was the first to rise. I had bought two stockings and hung them on the tree while they slept, we didn't have a mantle. They had their names emblazoned on them with glitter. One of my friends from the bar was a rock hound, seemed we were in a mineral rich area. He took me with him a few times, and we found some nice stones.

I had two emeralds we found cut and mounted, with small citrines mounted around them. Citrines are pale yellow, and it gave the rings a flower like appearance. I had them sized and put into the stockings, along with small pieces of candy and fruit. I had no idea what they would have cost retail, but we had found a mini lode, and even after we gave the land owner half we still made a nice sum when we sold them. I exchanged my stones for getting the rings made and still had a bit left over.

Amy as usual woke at the smell of coffee. She was filling her cup when she noticed the stockings. I told her it was an old family tradition but she couldn't have hers until the other 'kids' were awake, part of the tradition. She opened the bedroom door. She rattled pans, turned the TV and the radio on and started singing along. Loudly. A few minutes later CeCe stumbled out wanting to know what the hell was going on.

"Oh good, honey, you're up. Would you like coffee before or after we get our stockings?"

"What stockings."

"The ones Santa must have left on the tree. See, it even has your name on it."

That perked her up. Soon candy, fruit, and nuts were scattered over the dining room table. They giggled and cooed over the spa certificates.

Amy was the first to reach the bottom. She pulled the wrapped box out, turning it over in her hands.

"What's this?"

"Open it and see. You must have been a really good girl this year. Ce, look in yours, I bet he thought you were good also. Santa obviously doesn't know you two as well as I do. Open them at the same time, please."

They both cried, putting them on and comparing them. The one Amy got looked bigger because of her small hand, but they were exactly the same size. They put them on their left ring fingers. Ce looked at me and remarked that it looked kind of like an engagement ring. Amy said she was going to have some of the law students look into polygamy loopholes. They spent the rest of the day showing their gratitude.

The girls went all out for the New Years Eve party. This was a big deal, the university 'sanctioned' affair, a mixer of the brightest students, professors and noted alumni. Luckily, CeCes' dad had another engagement and couldn't make it. I tried to control my disappointment.

They dressed in separate bedrooms so they wouldn't get into each others way. CeCe came out first.

Stunning was the only word that could describe her. Full length, shimmering green dress slit dangerously high up the side, tiny spaghetti straps holding up a bodice with a plunging neckline.

Black hair teased up in the style of the era. Black heels, easily 4", already a quarter inch shorter than six feet barefooted, she looked like an Amazon queen.

But Amy, ah, Amy. She had on the simple black dress Joanne had given her. Hair in a flattened style that dipped over one eye and flipped out at the end. She had the strand of pearls on, matching pearl earrings, and of course her new ring. She also had the full length fox coat draped across her shoulders, and the highest pair of heels I had ever seen, easily 6". She looked class personified, a movie screen goddess from the forties. 

Ce had her mouth open. I think it was the first time she saw Amy as a woman. Instead of the coat she intended to take, she chose a mink wrap.

Me? I had a new suit, gray pinstripe with a vest. My grandfathers' gold railroad watch firmly in pocket, with the gold watch chain draped across. White shirt, nice tie, black wingtips that gleamed, and a black topcoat for the cold. My hair had grown back but it was still fairly short, and I had decided I liked my beard close cropped, so I kept it that way. I was passable. 

To avoid the inevitable transportation squabble I sprang for a limo. People stopped to look when I handed CeCe out, but they plain stared when I did the same for Amy and walked into the center with them on my arms. Talk about making an entrance. Women looked at us and speculated about the size of my wallet and equipment. Men looked at us and speculated about the size of my wallet and equipment. I had a grin on my face that pretty much shouted, "YES! I'm sleeping with both of them!" At that moment, life was good, indeed.

We mingled, talked to the few people we knew. Many came up and greeted CeCe because of her family connections. I think both girls were surprised when my English professor came by with the department dean. Both congratulated me on an essay I had written as an assignment and urged me to contribute it to the university literary magazine for publication.

I introduced the girls, they seemed intrigued to see both with me. The dean asked if they knew I had a talent with words, and Amy surprised us all.

"Of course we do. How do you think he managed to catch and keep both of us?"

I thought Ce was going to choke. They started looking uncomfortable and excused themselves. They weren't out of earshot when the laughter started.

CeCe hugged Amy. "Oh my, I think I'm starting to rub off on you. You said exactly what I was thinking."

The biggest surprise for the girls came when the band started. This was no bar band, it was a full orchestra. Joanne, god rest her soul, had taught me to dance. Waltz, foxtrot, jitterbug, I could even tango if I had a couple of practice sessions with my partner.

Women are natural dancers, and Ce and I looked pretty good. But Amy became a hit. One of the few luxuries she had growing up was dance lessons. I found out her mom would clean the studio to pay for them.

After a couple of dances we seemed to glide across the floor. I even talked the band into doing a tango. We were one of only eight couples brave enough to try it, and we did a passable job. People actually applauded when we were done. 

There was a picture of us in a dip, Amys' golden mane hanging down as I stood over her. My hair and beard made me looked piratical. It made the front page of the local newspaper. I think Amy still has three of them.

Then CeCe ruined it by getting jealous. While Amy and I were dancing she went over to the table reserved for her fathers business and started talking shop. She knows anything about her father pisses me off and she wanted to get a dig in. Amy and I came back from the floor and waited for her to rejoin us. After twenty minutes I decided to get her.

"CE, come on hon, it's time for our dance."

She was leaned in closely to one of the corporate toadies, discussing matters of great importance.

"GO back to the table, Jimmy. I need to discuss business with these MEN, stuff you wouldn't understand. I'll be along later."

Sweetness was in her voice but venom was in her tone.

I was shocked. Dismissed casually, like a flunky? No.

"Honey, this is a social occasion, business can wait until later."

Then one of them had to get stupid, trying to impress the boss's daughter I guess.

He stood up, leaned towards me and started issuing orders.

"The lady said run along, boy. If you know what's good for you you'll leave. Don't make me get unpleasant."

He was actually poking his finger into my chest. I looked down at it, looked back up, and smiled. I think he realized he fucked up just before I grabbed his hand and forced it backwards. He had to move with it to keep it unbroken, and soon I had him on his knees.

I looked down at him.

"If you're such a good businessman, you should have remembered the rules of confrontation. Never make a threat you don't intend to back up. Never underestimate your enemy, and never let yourself be maneuvered into a weakened position. If I were to, say, break your wrist, do you think you could recall them next time?"

I spoke in a pleasant voice. I had moved so quickly no one except those at the table even knew something was going on. 

He was looking up at me. "Please. Please don't hurt me. I apologize, please forgive me."

I was getting tired of the whole mess. I let him go.

"Well since you asked nicely."

I looked at CeCe.

"You're right Cecelia. I don't understand what business is so pressing that you display such rudeness to people who care about you. I don't want to understand if it has to be like this. I'm glad I'm going into teaching."

I nodded to the table.

"Goodnight gentlemen, sorry for the intrusion. If one of you would be kind enough to escort Miss Morgan for the remainder of the evening, I would be in your debt."

I turned to leave. Ce was getting up.

"Jimmy, wait. I'll..."

I leaned down getting close to her face.

"Stay." I snarled, and walked away.

Amy knew instantly something was wrong when I got back. Instead of trying to talk she grabbed me and headed for the dance floor. A slow waltz was playing, and we flowed gently with the music. I calmed, holding a beautiful woman in my arms has that effect on me. When it ended, instead of returning to the table, I led her to the bar. I don't like champagne, so I got a glass of red wine. Amy opted for a martini, saying she felt like she should have one, just to see if she liked it. She liked it so much she had another. We stayed at the bar awhile, chatting with friends and total strangers.

The bandleader made the announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the new year is upon us. In ten, nine, seven........."

Amy was looking for CeCe, pulling me back towards the table. I stopped her in the middle of the dance floor and pulled her to me.

"Three, two, one..."

Ce was rushing towards us. As he said one, she wrapped her arms around us and tried to kiss us both. We probably stayed like that for a minute, long enough for people to break off their own kisses and stare. More fodder for the gossips. 

She was trying to apologize. I stopped her.

"CE, not now. We'll talk when we get home."

We spent a few more minutes socializing, but the night was ruined. I called for the limo, said our goodbyes, and left.

It was a silent ride home. I sat facing them instead of between them. Amy tried to get us talking, but saw it wasn't working and stopped. 

I was so angry. How could she be so cold, so self centered. Then I had a revelation. She had always been like this, I just loved her enough to put up with it. Time to draw a line in the sand. 

Amy was trying to be the peacemaker. I ended up hurting her feelings by shutting her down. So, we were all upset when we got home.

She grabbed CeCe by the hand and pulled her straight into the bedroom when we got home. I hadn't had much to drink, wasn't sleepy, so I made a pot of coffee.

Amy opened the bed room door and asked me to come in. I declined, but she asked me again, and she had done nothing wrong, so I did. When I walked in they had candles lit, and were standing on each side of the bed, trying to look seductive in their new lingerie. Strike that, they did look seductive. Instead of exciting me, I became angry.

I've always wondered why women think that no matter what the problem is, they can make 99% of them go away with a shot of pussy and a little snuggling. Probably because it's true. But not tonight, not with me.

I didn't go past the threshold.

"You look so beautiful, but I'm not in the mood. I think I'd like to sleep alone tonight. Goodnight."

Shock was just beginning to register when I closed the door. I knew CeCe wouldn't let it rest, so I grabbed my coat and was out the door. Amy told me they tried to stop me but I was out  before they could react. She said CeCe actually ran out in her lingerie. It was bitterly cold, so she ran back in and told Amy to get dressed so they could find me.

Amy actually knew me better than I thought. She refused, saying that other than hotels they didn't have a clue where to look. Shocking Ce even more she told her everyone was sleeping alone tonight, closed the bedroom door and locked it. She lasted an hour before she gave in to her pleading.

If they had looked in motels they would have found me, maybe. I had a friend from the Black Dog who was making some extra money by running the night desk at the Comfort Inn, and he had a cancellation. I paid cash, parked my truck around back, and actually slept.




I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 05



Amy was the first to find me. They went in separate directions, agreeing to return to the apartment once an hour to check in. Cell phones would have been handy back then. I was in a small Mom and Pop diner when she saw my truck.

I saw her from the window, and wondered if she was going to come in. After ten minutes she made her decision. She came up slowly. I got the feeling if I yelled "BOO!" she would run back to the car.

Sliding tentatively into the booth, looking askance.

"Want some coffee?"

She nodded. I signaled the waitress over.

After she got her coffee, she settled back.

"I'm sorry Jimmy, we should go...."

I stopped her.

"Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong. I wasn't trying to get away from you, no, wait,I was trying to get away from you. From CeCe. From the whole dynamic. We're living in a fools paradise, Amy. It's going to end badly. CeCe is graduating this spring, and she'll leave us. Mark my words."

Tears slipped slowly down her cheeks.

"You're wrong! She'll never leave us, she loves us. We cried all night, Jimmy. We couldn't sleep. Please come home. We'll work it out. She promised to be better, you'll see."

I held her hands.

"Amy, Amy. She won't get any better, she'll just get more subtle. She's too set in her ways. I'm sure she loves you. I'm sure she loves me. But I think she may love us because we're forbidden fruit. I'm a redneck from the wrong end of the economic strata. You're a woman. The two things her father would have a stroke if he knew about. And living together as lovers? That's the icing on the cake. But, Amy, I'll still love you when she leaves."

She beat her hands on the table. The waitress started over but I waved her off.

"She won't, she won't, you'll see! She loves us, she'll always love us. You're wrong, Jimmy. so wrong. You'll see. Please come home, it'll be better."

As I sat there holding her hands I realized two things. Amy loved CeCe more than she loved me, And I probably loved CeCe more than I loved Amy. And when she left us, it would destroy us both.



I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 06



This is it, the final chapter. To those of you who stayed with me, thanks. The gap between chapter three and four was my fault, I kind of messed up the submission on chapter four. Don't blame the site, it was all me.

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Part one: Crash and burn.

We went back home. CeCe was contrite. She blamed her actions on a combination of alcohol and jealousy. She said Amy and I looked so natural dancing together it was painful, and in comparison she felt like a clumsy elephant.

We talked until we were exhausted. We all agreed to be better at communicating our feelings. We kissed. We made up, and when we finally turned in, we all slept together, but nobody wanted to play.

Things were subdued around the house for a few weeks. Spring came and we all perked up. We went to parks, on hikes, we all joined a mixed softball team. CeCe and Amy made a killer pitcher catcher combination. I was a so so center fielder, but we were league champions that year.

I have a picture of me and CeCe holding Amy on our shoulders, with the trophy held over her head.

Our next big argument was over spring break.

Amy was hired as a tutor. She taught remedial English for the freshmen. They were mostly from wealthy families and this was their last chance before flunking out. There were also a few jocks that were about to lose their scholarship. Pressure was on them to perform. Despite pressure Amy gave them no slack.

There was some grumbling and a few tried to intimidate her with wealth and hints of accidents, so I decided to become a tutor also.

We were held in high regard by the English department. I had become something of a favorite of the dean. He remembered me from the New Years

party. Running across him on the quad two weeks later, we exchanged greetings. I could tell he wanted to ask me something. Finally he got around to it.

"James[in all the years I knew him he never once called me Jimmy] those two beauties at the party with you, one of them was Warren Morgans' daughter, right? Is it true you share an apartment?"

I nodded.

"And the stunning little blond, I understand she lives there also. How well do you know these young ladies?"

"Carnally, sir, carnally. Good morning, sir". 

I wished many times I had a picture of the expression on his face.

CeCe didn't like it when we tutored at home, she said it cut into our time. I tried to explain why it was important to Amy.

"CeCe when you need money, where do you go?"

"I go to the bank".

"How does the money get into the bank?"

"Silly, Daddy puts it in for me."

"What would happen if you didn't have a Dad to put it in. How would you get money?"

She shrugged.

"Get a job I guess."

Exactly. Amy doesn't have a Dad worth millions. She doesn't have a Dad at all, so any money she gets she has to earn. That's why she tutors, to earn money. Give her some slack."

"But if she needs money, why doesn't she just ask us? She knows we'll give it to her."

"Pride. She's already sensitive because we won't let her pay on the rent or groceries, she just wants some money of her own."

She was sensitive about it. Thanks to Joanne she had enough to cover necessities for the term, but anything extra she had to earn. Her Mom wanted to help but she was just getting by, and Amy told her she had earned enough over the summer to cover anything she needed.

One thing, she had earned a lot of points with her Christmas present to Barb, especially when she put 'Aunt Barb' on the tags. She hadn't been expecting gifts, and it moved her. It kind of embarrassed her, because she hadn't gotten her anything. What Amy got was a warm phone call. They talked almost an hour.

It became a regular thing . Once every couple of weeks she would call for a chat. They bonded, because of her knowledge of our lifestyle Amy could confide in her. Amy even went down in late March to visit. When she came back she showed me a card Barb had given her. She had made a deal with the local Ford dealership, anytime her car needed service work, tires, etc, all she had to do was show the card and the bill automatically went to Barb.

I called to tell her what a loving gesture I thought it was. She chastised me for not coming along, and gave me a firm lecture about my treatment of Amy.

"Stop treating her like a child. You treat her like a woman in the bedroom, do it in public."

Looking back, I can see how right she was. She was the child in our relationship, and we tended to treat her accordingly.

Spring break was coming up and we all agreed to go to Jekyll Island on the coast of Georgia. We planned it for months. It was a beautiful place, and back then the prices were quite reasonable.

Amy was saving all her tutoring money for the trip. She was so excited, come to find out she had never seen the ocean. Then, two weeks before we were to leave, CeCe said she couldn't go.

Amy, pleaded, then begged, but she said it was a family issue and she just couldn't make it. I was beyond angry. I sat CeCe down and had 'the' talk.

"CeCe, you know this is all Amy has talked about for months. What's so important that you can't honor your commitment to her? I'm laying it on the table. We're going. We're not waiting on you, not changing plans for you, not letting what you want come first this time. And Ce, if you let us learn to live without you, we'll learn to live without you, understand?"

She was angry.

"Why can't you understand? I have to do this. I have commitments to my family. We can always go later."

"Ce, I thought we were your family. Face it, whatever your father wants you to do will come first, always. Now, I'm going to help Amy with some tutoring. Then, Amy and I will sit down and finish our vacation plans."

Things were cold between CeCe and I, and poor Amy was caught in the middle again. Amy even suggested we postpone. I blew up.

"Go or not, it's up to you. But I'm going, if I have to go by myself. Make your choice."

Ce watched us pack our luggage into Amy's car. She didn't have to go home for two more days.

"Please don't go. I'll make it up to you."

Amy kissed her cheek and turned to me.

"Ready?"

I followed her example and gave the same kiss to CeCe.

"Ready."

I gave it one more shot.

"You know where we'll be. Enjoy your vacation."

She didn't say a word as we drove away.

For the first hour or so Amy was quiet, but the farther South we got the livelier she became. She even let me drive her car for the first time, making me promise to tell no one.

It was a twelve hour trip to the island. After we settled in Amy insisted we walk on the beach. The moon was full, and she waded out into the surf. I could tell she was crying but said nothing, I knew they were tears of happiness.

"So beautiful" I heard her whisper.

We snuggled down that night and went right to sleep. Amy surprised me by waking first and bringing me awake with oral stimulation. It was one of the most memorial lovemaking sessions I ever had. When we finally collapsed she said "thank you".

"For what?"

"For making me come."

She could see the happy grin on my face.

"I meant for making me take this trip, you pervert. Now let's eat and hit the beach."

We lay on the beach, played in the ocean, saw dolphins, and once, way out, a whale surfaced.

We went to a water park where she lost her bikini top on a giant slide. One of the attendants said it happened all the time, but it embarrassed the heck out of her. She even talked me into going out on a half day fishing trip.

I was afraid we would get seasick, but after a few minutes our stomachs settled down. Amy caught way more fish, a fact she shared with everyone when we got home. She showed them the pictures to prove it. She carried a little camera with her everywhere, that's why I have so many pictures of that time in our lives.

I was napping, and Amy was restless. She went to get some beer and snacks. I was sitting on the veranda when she returned. She had on her bikini top and a pair of cutoffs.

"What's that smile about? Thinking dirty thoughts again?"

"A hot blonde in a bikini driving a convertible. It's every mans dream. Why wouldn't I be thinking dirty thoughts?"

She kissed me, opened a couple beers and snuggled. I was just thinking how much fun we were having when a black Mercedes pulled up.

"CE!" cried Amy, flying to the car.

It was CeCe. Amy was hugging and babbling and kissing, nonstop.

She kissed her back, firmly. The rest of the guests were getting quite a show. With Amy tucked under her arm she came to me.

"Hi, Jimmy. Glad to see me?"

The pleading in her eyes moved me.

"You know I am. If you can get that little bundle of energy to let you go I'll show you how much."

The next few days were joyous. Of course they had to go shopping and came back with two sets of matching bikinis. I noticed as long as I was with them on the beach people left us alone, but if I didn't go out with them or walked off for a little, there would be a crowd of guys around when I showed up. I displayed the proper amount of jealousy, which they loved. And the sex, wow. If I stepped out of the room, they were at it when I came back. If one of them stepped out, I was at it with the other. We almost invariably joined in. We really didn't want to leave.

On the way home I would ride a while with Amy, then switch. I even got to take a turn driving each car.

I had a serious talk with CeCe on the way home. Graduation was coming up, and I asked her what her plans were.

She hesitated, then plunged in.

"Dad wants me to take an entry level position at one of his plants. It'll be good experience and look good on my resume."

"What resume? You're going to be working for your dad the rest of your life, why would you need one? "

"I'm not! I want to go out on my own, our own."

"If that's what you want why don't you look for something local. With his connections, you could get a job anywhere."

"I promised him my first job would be with him."

"Ah. Which plant will you be working at?"

"Stanton."

Stanton. About as far away from where we were as you could get and still stay in the same state.

"So graduation is goodbye then?"

"No! We'll still see each other. It will be like our summer schedule. We will be together every couple of weekends. Or you could come with me. I'm sure I could get you summer jobs."

She knew we had already committed to summer classes. Knew we wouldn't go.

"When do you plan on telling Amy?"

"Soon."

"See you do. I want as much time as I can get to prepare her. It will destroy her, you know."

"It's not the end, I promise."

"Why? Are we a fall back plan? I notice you haven't talked marriage lately. Ready to try out the guys your Dad has lined up for you?"

She went quiet.

"I-"

"Please, don't talk any more for a while."

I changed cars and Amy noticed how quiet I was. 

"What's wrong?"

"Just tired."

She held my hand for a bit, then reclined her seat and slept.

Things got more tense as graduation neared.

CeCe finally told Amy about her job. She cried on and off until graduation.

Graduation came. We cheered when she walked the stage. Hugs and kisses everywhere. Mom and Dad kept a close eye on her, telling her to be careful at the parties. Her Mom hugged Amy, Her Dad didn't speak.

We did all party down, but the next week she had to leave. I knew in my heart it would be the last time we saw her as a loving partner. Amy cried for two days before she left.

She called every three days for about three weeks. We were going down to see her at her new apartment, but she wanted to meet in our old home town. Said it would be more convenient for us all.

We did meet, but it seemed different somehow. Amy and I did manage to see Barb while CeCe attended to family business. She took us out to lunch. 

I hardly got a word in.

She had married her lover. She seemed content, happy with where she was in her life. When she showed Amy a picture of a nine year old girl they were trying to adopt, they cried. 

"When you visit next time you can meet your cousin June. She should be home by then."

The crying started again, tears for a woman who deserved happiness. They teased me when my eyes misted.

She got really quiet when Amy mentioned CeCe. She started to say something but stopped.

When Amy showed her the ring I gave her, Barb looked straight at me.

"It would make a very interesting engagement ring, don't you think so, Jimmy?"

Something changed between my family and CeCe. The fan base was apparently gone. They still loved Amy, though. Several times my Mom and older sisters looked like they wanted to say something, but they didn't.

CeCe was restrained. The lovemaking seemed forced, just going through the motions. Amy picked up on it right away.

"What's wrong honey? You don't seem that happy to see us."

"I'm just tired. Working for a living gives me a whole new perspective on how the world actually operates."

I could tell she was evasive.

"So, Ce, made any new friends yet? Everybody kissing up because your father owns the place?"

She paled a little.

"Just people from work, and yes, a lot of them suck up to me."

I knew. Right then, I knew.

Amy was quiet on the way back.

I had to tell her, to prepare her.

"She's left us. Look inside, you know it's true."

She didn't protest as much as usual.

"She's just tired, she'll be all right in a week or so."

She called once in three weeks, then once more in two. Her conversations were always brief. She was so tired. It was hard, she didn't like it.

Two more weeks went by. Amy was getting more and more nervous. The fall term was about to start, and suddenly I wanted to talk to CeCe really badly. 

I called her job and they said she had left early. I called her house twice. The second time I got an answer.

"Hello." It was a mans voice.

"Sorry, I must have the wrong number."

I hung up and dialed again, the same voice answered.

"Sorry, I must have written the number down wrong. Is this 535-5353?"

"You have the right number, who are you trying to get in touch with?"

"Cecelia Morgan."

"Yes, this is the right number. You must have been the one who called earlier. She let it go to the machine, she was going to call you back. We were kind of busy just then. She's in the shower, want me to have her call you back?"

It was the happy voice of a guy who just got laid, every man could recognize it.

"No, thanks. Just have her call Amy and tell her the truth. And that Jimmy said goodbye."

I went out for a ride on my bike. A long ride.

She didn't have the decency to call Amy, and two days later, when we got back from class, all of CeCes' stuff was gone.

The ring I had gotten her was on the kitchen table, on top of a one word note.

"Sorry."  

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Part two: Reconnecting.

I was in my office the next morning, thinking about the mixer from the night before, when my office phone rang.

"Hello?"

There was a few seconds of silence.

"Tho' it was always love divided, it was never love denied."

It was a line from a poem I had written, 'Song From The Purple Turtles'.

I didn't say anything. I knew who it was.

A few more seconds went by before she said, in a quiet voice, "You could have told me."

"Told you what Ce?"

"Everything. That you were Dean of the English Department, that you were married to Amy. That you were THE J G Wilson."

"My, do you know how pompous that sounds? When the book was published, there were four more writers out there named James Wilson. I was the only one with the middle initial g so they used my initials to differentiate me from the others."

Yes I was a writer. I didn't write novels. mostly essays, poems, and a few well received short stories. Over the years I had honed my craft, publishing first in the university magazine, then a few regional pieces. The local newspaper used a few of my essays, and a chain picked them up and I became syndicated. Ten years ago I reached an agreement with The New Yorker magazine, and did an essay for them every three months. They used a few of my poems, and one of my short stories.

Three years ago the university press wanted to put out a compilation of my work. I didn't think it was worth the effort. The university president talked me into it, saying if it was successful it would make a good recruiting tool. The editor was a genius. He waded through twenty odd years of junk and came up with twenty one poems, twenty nine essays, and three short stories. If I had been making an album, it would have been a 'best of' type thing.

The only new piece in the book was the poem she had quoted. Amy found it in an old journal of mine, and insisted I polish it up and include it in the book.

It sparked a mini controversy locally. Most everyone thought it was me confessing to an affair. Some thought it was about Amy having an affair. When I refused to talk about the poem in interviews, Amy stepped forward and told the local paper both theories was correct, but it was before we were married, and was about us finding each other. It was written in a way that only poets and clever songwriters could get away with.

Words Sing To Me, the title, was taken from the poem of the same name. Surprisingly it got good reviews, especially from my friends at the New Yorker. What put it into the national spotlight was Oprah Winfrey adding it to her book club, and giving it an endorsement on her show. Sales Times best sellers list for four weeks before sliding back into obscurity. I was amazed at the money I got.

I did some interviews, mostly PBS and morning shows. It was an experience I didn't care for. After eighteen months it was dying a natural death and I was safely back into my normal life. 

CeCe brought me back to reality.

"It's about us, isn't it? The poem, I mean."

"Of course. Did you read the rest of the book?"

"It was on my night stand for months. This was when I knew my marriage was ending, and a friend gave it to me. Her daughter had destroyed the jacket, or I would have known it was you. She said it was a comfort book, and she was sure I could use it. I always felt like I knew you, that some parts were written with just me in mind. If my daughter hadn't told me who you were I would never have made the connection. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why would I have told you? It would have been like bragging. Look, the redneck biker did good, aren't you proud? Besides, it's been almost thirty years, we don't know each other any more. Looking back, I don't think I knew you then."

"Besides, you nearly destroyed us. I still have mixed feelings about you. And Amy? When I showed her your picture last night, she got really quiet. And I woke up around three this morning and she wasn't in bed. She was on the sofa, sobbing. Thirty years, Ce, and she still mourns you."

I could hear sobs. A whispered "I'm sorry."

"It was cold the way you left us. Amy went into a deep depression. She should have gotten help, but back then we didn't know how to ask for it."

"We were shattered. It went from two thirds of a happy whole to halves of a broken nothing. Amy left, too, stayed gone for eight weeks before coming back to me. It took forever to be happy, but we worked through it."

"I need to call her, I need to make amends. Today, I'll do it today." She was crying hard, having trouble speaking.

"NO!" It was almost a scream. I took some deep breaths, calming down.

"Sorry, CeCe, I didn't mean to shout. But you don't know her anymore. She's much more fragile now. The last few years have been rough on her, she's just these last few months been acting normal again. I forbid you to upset her. Are you still in town? Good, I'll clear my schedule for the rest of the day. Meet me for lunch, you choose where, and I'll fill you in on our lives since we saw you last. Red Lobster? Yes, that's fine. Be there at one. Bye."




I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 06



I sat, looking my favorite picture of Amy. 

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Amy was a wreck. She didn't go to class for a week. Our friends rallied around her. We finally got her to go back by threatening to tell her mother she was going to lose her scholarship.

Even then, she just went through the motions, but it was enough to pass her courses.

We slept together for about a week, just for the comfort of each others arms. Then she told me she would like to sleep alone for a while, and moved into the spare bedroom. I think it was because for all our romps and playing, she never slept in that room with her.

I was hurting too, but I had seen it coming long before Amy, and I had braced myself for it. I cooked her favorite foods, took her to her favorite places, did everything I could. When I realized it was the same foods and places we all experienced together, I took her to new places. CeCe thought museums were boring, so I took her to every museum in the region. We went to street fairs and festivals, something CeCe hated. Nothing worked.

I removed all traces of CeCe from the apartment, all the photos and memorabilia, boxed them up, and put them all in the back of my closet. I put the purple turtles in a black garbage bag. I wanted to throw them out but just couldn't. They went into the closet with everything else.

Nothing worked. One day I came home and she was pulling all her clothes out of the closet and dresser, stacking them neatly.

"Can I use your truck tomorrow?"

"What for?"

"To move. I can't stay here anymore, can't stay with you anymore. Please don't hate me, I just can't, not right now."

I knew it was coming. I had fought the good fight and lost. Actually, I was kind of relieved. We had both loved CeCe more than we did each other, and without her as a binder we drifted.

She moved into an apartment with another girl, reputed to be a lesbian. I don't know if she ever slept with her, never asked. When we had class together we would talk, otherwise we went our separate ways.

I started spending more time at the Black Dog, and one night out of boredom, drunkenness, and stupidity I bedded the waitress we met the first night we were there.

We were banging away when I realized what I was doing, and that it wasn't what I wanted. It was just sex, and not very good sex. We finished, but I think she sensed I had lost interest. She was a little pissed.

There was no cuddling. She rolled away from me, angrily.

"I thought you were better at this, guess you can't live up to your reputation." She said cattily.

"Well, I thought you would be tighter and actually show some enthusiasm. We all have to learn to deal with life's little disappointments.

Lock the door on the way out, would you?"

I ordered bottles after that, afraid she would spit in the draft.

So for weeks I went to class, tutored, and went to the bars. I would talk to Amy, and the conversations became longer. She mentioned she missed my cooking, so I brought her home and fed her, making her favorite dish. She ate liked she was starving, and took the rest with her.

"Damn girl, don't you cook anymore?"

"No, the stove is broke at the apartment, and I think Charlene is allergic to real food."

Charlene was her new roommate.

"Well, if you get hungry, come by. Still got your key?"

She nodded. "I never thought about returning it, I'll give it back now."

I stopped her. "Keep it. You might decide to come home one day and need it."

Damn, that slipped out before I thought. But it must have made her happy, because she gave me her first real smile since CeCe left. A big hug, a kiss on my cheek, and she was gone.

Two weeks later I came home from class to find her sitting on the couch, hugging her knees. It looked like she had been crying.

"Hi." 

"Hi." 

"Do me a favor?"

"If I can."

"Take me for a ride?"

"Bundle up."

It was getting colder, riding season was almost over. I took her on the roads I knew she liked.

I took her on the interstate, opening up, she loved to go fast. We got home just before dark.

I had homemade chicken soup. I always made a big pot, still wasn't used to cooking for one. I put it on the stove to simmer and sliced some french bread for toast. We ate in silence, lost in our own thoughts.

I was clearing the dishes when I heard it.

"Can I come home?"

"I didn't turn around, kept rinsing.

"Yes."

"When?"

"Is tonight too soon?"

"No."

I heard the door slam, then knocking. She had locked herself out. When I opened the door, she was dragging a tremendous suitcase.

I pulled it inside.

"Which bedroom?"

"Ours."

We got ready for bed quietly. She was in the bed before me, and turned down the covers. I slipped in and wrapped her in my arms.

It started slowly, a sniffle, then a sob, but then she was crying violently, wails of anguish, screams of pain. I just held and comforted her as best I could. She finally wound down to hiccups and snorts.

"I love you" she sighed, drifting off to sleep. She slept ten hours, until the coffee woke her, as usual.

Tentative. Cautious. We rediscovered each other, mentally and physically. Learned new things we never knew about each other. Fell in love. More in love, actually.

She started nesting, redecorating the apartment, making it ours alone. I knew what she was doing and approved, helping as often as I could, giving an honest opinion when she asked.

I had her ring, she had given it back when she moved out. I had CeCes' too, well hidden. One night, six months later, I slipped it on her finger while she slept.

She didn't even noticed until she reached for the coffee pot. She stopped, hand outstretched. She held it up to her lips, kissed it, and gave me a smile that would light up the deepest dungeons of hell. At that moment I knew, with no doubt whatsoever, that my life would never be complete without her in it.

I took her hand and also kissed the ring.

Holding it tightly I said "Amy, I need to ask you a question. A serious question."

She looked uncertain but said "You know you can ask me anything, love. What is it?" 

"Do you think you could be happy married to a teacher? You know I would never make big money, but I would love you--"

That's all I got out before she launched herself across the table, scattering pancakes and scrambled eggs all over the kitchen. It took forever to clean up. Down on the floor between the sobs and the kisses, I'm pretty sure I heard a "yes" in there somewhere.

So that was how we got engaged. Over breakfast on a Tuesday morning, her in my tee, and me in boxers. I really am a romantic devil, huh?

After we cleaned up the mess she ran me out of the house.

"Go to school, I've got some things to do, looks like I'm gonna miss my first class."

"What's so important that you have to miss class?"

She gave me that patented, universal woman face that screamed MEN REALLY ARE IDIOTS, and said "I've got a wedding to plan. I have to call my mother. I have to call your mother. I have to call Barb. Now go!"

All three mothers[yes, Amy thought of Barb as a second mother now]converged on us that weekend.

Plans were made, details discussed. I tried to contribute but got shut down pretty fast.

"Do I get any say at all in this?"

Four female voices responded as one. "NO!"

Then Barb smiled and said "Now ladies, you know that's not strictly true. He does get to say 'I do'."

She patted my hand. "Run along, Jimmy, we've got this."

I did what any good general does when he finds himself outnumbered, outgunned, and at a tactical disadvantage. I quit the field, taking Barbs' husband Don and introducing him to the Black Dog. 

I've often wondered since then how women manage to manufacture the illusion that men are actually in charge of anything.

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I got there early, and saw her pull up through the window. A Mercedes station wagon. Some things never change. Even with the extra weight she was still a beautiful woman.

I stood, seated her. We stared at each other. She started to speak but I stopped her.

"Let's have lunch first, I'm starved."

We ate a light lunch, then went back to my office. I realized the conversation was going to be long and would require privacy.

One of the perks of being department head is you get the big office. Ce wandered about, looking at the clutter of a lifetime in education. My diplomas, master in literature, PhD in secondary education. Awards for academic excellence, certificates of appreciation from various social organizations for work I had done on their behalf, writing awards, a copy of the New York Times when my book made the best seller list, a photo of Oprah with a note thanking me for my autographed copy, pictures of Amy and my children.

"How did all this happen?"

"Amy says it's because I went to college and never came back. When we graduated, we both sent resumes out to all the local school systems because we wanted to stay in this area. The dean at the time encouraged me to apply for a grant to pursue my Masters, and I got it. After that, again thanks to my mentors, I was able to get my PhD. When I finished, I was offered an associate professorship. I managed to navigate through the infighting and office politics until I got tenure. Then it seemed every few years I would get kicked upstairs until I got to where I am now. The only place left to kick me to is the curb, and that hasn't happened yet.

Amy got a position at the school she had interned at, and for six years she was our main support.

She continued her education part time, getting her masters in primary education. After I landed my position, she left the school system and completed her PhD. Now we're known as the Doctors Wilson. She returned and like me, rose through the ranks.

This is her first year as principal of the local middle school. That was her goal, to be principal. She's eligible for retirement next year, and says she thinking about it. We managed to have a family despite our continuing educations, and that's where we are now."

"Wow" she said. she was standing in front of a picture of my son in his military uniform.

"You told me last night your daughter is in school here, is your son still in the military? Where is he stationed?"

"Arlington."

She could see the pain in my face.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I still remember when he got appointed to West Point, he was so excited. Graduated tenth in a class of two hundred thirty. Did one tour in Iraq, got wounded, rotated back for a year, then started a second tour. His Humvee hit a roadside bomb. He didn't die instantly, he made it back to the states. He died at Walter Reid, but he did manage to say goodbye."

Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what it must have been like for Amy."

"It was hard on her, very hard. My mom was still alive then, she and Barb came up and stayed with us for awhile. It helped, a little."

"I didn't know your mother passed, I'm sorry."

"She lived a full life. Had nine grand children.

Four grandsons and two granddaughters carried her casket."

"Now, CeCe, tell me your life story. I know who you married, H. Harrison Truman. Want to know how I know? Two days after we got your note I got a letter with nothing in it except a newspaper clipping. It was an announcement of your engagement, dated three weeks before. I guess you father sent it. I never let Amy see it." 

She had her hands to her mouth.

"What must you have thought of me back then."

"I was angry, very, very, angry. Looking back, it was probably for the best. Three way relationships usually always fail. College really isn't a good place for real world thinking. We would probably have gone our separate ways eventually."

She nodded, agreeing.

"I'm sure you're right. But I cheated all of us by not having the courage to try. You know my dad hated you, want to know why? Because you were never impressed with him. His money meant nothing to you, all you wanted from him was me. Just me, not me and his money. He always felt like you were laughing at him, so he made it his goal in life to separate us. All the business functions he insisted I attend? It was his way of introducing me to what he considered suitable mates, men he could control. And I fell for it."

"Harry worked for the law firm my dad used. He was the only son of the principal partner. He was everything you weren't. Clean cut, eager to please, easy to control. Never had an original thought hid whole life, parroting whatever my dad and his dad said. It was a match made in heaven for both our families."

"And I went along with it to please my dad. I was always his little girl, the princess who shouldn't be sullied by association with the masses. You know how spoiled I was, how it was all about me. And with Harry, before we got married, he kept me on that pedestal."

"But Jimmy, one of the main reasons I left was because I was afraid of you. Not physically, I knew you would never hurt me. Well, not unless I wanted it. Still got those paddles?"

When Amy got her 'toy box', it was awhile before she shared it with CeCe. Amy didn't like pain, so she didn't bring out the paddles. But Ce saw them and became obsessed, so one night, after a few drinks, Amy put Ce in restraints, and wore her bottom out. She loved it. It became part of their routine. I smiled, remembering the first time Amy dragged me into one of their sessions and made me watch. After she was done she insisted we both rub lotion on her red bottom, and kiss it to make it better. We left her in the restraints all night, and between me and Amys' toys had her screaming with pleasure for hours.

"I was afraid of you because you were the one man I could never really control. Oh, you were nice, and you put up with a lot because you loved me, but there was a line you would never cross. With Harry, I was in control. If I wanted sex I told him, and I didn't he never made a fuss about it.

You would sometimes come home, take my arm, and take me to the bedroom. Sometimes you just took me where I was. I loved it, but my surrender scared me."

"But, you know, the sex I could deal with. It was real life that got me. You would put up with a lot personally, but if I was mean to Amy, or slighted anyone, or tried to use my father or our money to intimidate someone, you were all over me.

No slack at all. I knew you were right, but I resented it."

"With Harry, if I said this needs to happened, it happened. The only times I ever lost was when we moved to Florida, and I had to have my tattoo removed, and my dad was behind both. I think any closer to you made him nervous. And he nearly had a stroke when Harry told him about the tattoo."

The tattoo. Probably the wildest thing I ever talked her into. One of Amy's friends was an art major, and worked at a tattoo parlor. Amy was looking for a permanent symbol of love we could share, and she designed it for us. It was a large "C" with an "A" inset, and a "J" hooked into the cross bar of the "A", dangling below. 

Amy said the intertwining of the letters symbolized the the intertwining of our love. Mine was on my left shoulder, theirs were on the left butt cheek, placed where the only way they would be seen was if they were naked. They both promised I would be the only one who would ever see them. 

"So, he erased all evidence of the wild child."

I took my suit coat off and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling my left sleeve down so she could see mine.

"Bit faded, but still there. Amy still has hers too. Barbie Jo saw it when she was about sixteen, and had to adjust the cool rating for her mom."

"Barbie Jo?"

"Barbara Joanne Wilson. Amy wanted to honor two women that had such an impact on our lives. You know she still has the old Thunderbird? We traded it off twenty years ago, and when the money from the book came in, I tracked it down to a junkyard.

"Cost me ten times what it sold for new to restore it. I gave it to her for her forty ninth birthday. J.J.,[James Junior] was home on leave, and he, Barbie, and I got up early and hid in the garage. I turned the coffeepot on, she still wakes when she smells it. When she finally noticed we were all gone, she checked to see if my car was there, thinking maybe we had gone to breakfast. Barbie had a camcorder and we got it all on tape. Didn't work out like we planned, though, she fainted. We got her up and she cried all day. Triggered too many memories."

"When she stopped crying she insisted we all go for a ride. It was early April but the top had to be down. She nearly froze us to death. She fussed at me for wasting the money, but I told her a hot blond in a convertible was every mans dream, too bad she didn't have a bikini on. That night she called me on my cell and asked me if I could give her a hand in the garage, she was having trouble getting the top down. When I got out there, the top was already down. I didn't see her so I called her back."

"Where are you? I'm in the garage and the top is already down."

She popped up from behind the car in a bikini, even at her age she looks hot.

"Silly man, I meant this top."

"We christened the upholstery. I never heard another complaint about the cost." 

CeCe was smiling.

"I wish I had been there. We could have christened it together."

It hit her what she had said and she turned red.                             

I laughed.

"No you wouldn't have. Remember, you refused to get in the backseat. Out of curiosity, have you had a female lover since Amy?"

Still glowing red, she shook her head.

"None since her. I remember one night right before Harry and I split, we were getting amorous and something triggered a memory of us. I had drank almost a whole bottle of wine, and I tried to picture Harry with me and Amy. I laughed so hard I threw him off. He got pissed, especially when I wouldn't tell him why I was laughing. It killed the mood, needless to say."

"I don't miss sex with a woman. I miss sex with Amy. I never touched anyone but Harry while we were married. We never had the passion I had with you two, but I was comfortable. We had four children. The two oldest boys are married, I'm actually a grandmother. My girl is here now, and my youngest boy is in prep school in Virginia.

My nest is empty, Looney. It wasn't a bad life. but over the years I would think of you and Amy and what could have been, and cry my eyes out." 

Another awkward silence.

"Enough about that. You said Amy had some difficulties recently? Is she all right now?"

"She's much better now. It was work, we almost didn't make it. We actually separated for a bit."

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"It started just before J.J. died. She became moody, erratic, she had a hard time concentrating.

She couldn't stand to have me touch her. She started sleeping in his old room.

After we were back together we found it was early onset menopause. And, she suffered from depression, something the doctors said went all the way back to when you left and she went into the funk that resulted in her leaving me. Then, when we lost J.J., she started coming unraveled."

"She became convinced I was cheating. She became physical, borderline abusive to me. She never touched Barbie though. But she stopped having friends over because she was afraid. Afraid mom would go into a tirade. It got so bad Barbie spent the summer with Barb. I was glad she was gone when it all came to a head."

"I was working part time at the Black Dog. Amy was out of school for the summer and I had taken off to be with her. I took the job basically just to get out of the house. I had to throw a drunk out, and that night he and two of his buddies jumped me. I guess I had gotten slower with age because they beat the hell out of me. I had a cracked jaw and a dislocated shoulder. I spent all night in the emergency room. I called, my friends called, the cops called, but she never picked up. I got home at six. She wasn't there."




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"I was heavily medicated, so I collapsed onto my bed. Four hours later I woke to Amy screaming at me. She thought I spent the night with a girlfriend, and had been out looking for me. We had gone to visit J.J. in college, and stopped in New York to see a Yankees game on the way home. Barbie had gotten one of those miniature wooden bats as a keepsake. She had it, and started beating me. She broke my nose and cracked my left eye socket. I managed to get the bat and pushed her across the room. She must have had a momentary flash of reason, she covered her mouth and ran out of the room."

"I was in tremendous pain. But I didn't want to call 911 and explain what happened. I don't know if you remember Todd, the cop, but he ended up marrying Flower. He was Chief of Detectives then, he's retired now. I called him, he took one look at me and took me back to the ER. I was in the hospital for two days. Todd found Amy wandering the park beside the house and had her hospitalized for shock."

"I had to call in every favor anyone ever owed me to keep her out of the psyche ward because it would have killed her career. The trade off was Amy had to get help right away."

"I didn't have a choice. I filed legal separation papers and insisted she meet me at the lawyers office. I had Todd retain a lawyer in her name to protect her interests."

"It was the worst experience of my life. She was crying, begging forgiveness. I knelt down and got her attention."

"Amy, Amy, look at me. It has to be this way. Get your lawyer to explain the details, but it has to be this way. The separation will be for twelve weeks, we may not have any contact with each other except by email. You are required to get a physical and a psychological exam. Any specialists recommended will be seen as soon as can be scheduled. I will get reports weekly, and any refusal to see or not follow the advice of your doctors will result in divorce."

"Remember, do not attempt to contact me other than email. I love you, Amy, but I'm afraid to live with you right now."

"Her mom came up to stay with her. Flower and a few of her oldest, most trusted friends rotated in and out of the house to give her mom a break."

"I didn't get an email the first week. I called my lawyer the Tuesday of the next to start the divorce, but he convinced me to wait until Friday while he checked. She sent me a message Friday morning, apologizing for not getting back sooner.

She had been to our doctor and two specialists."



"The next week contained three emails. One from a specialist treating her for menopause, another for depression. She was taking medication, three new prescriptions"

"The other message was directly from Amy, apologizing for her treatment of me, begging me to give her the time she needed. And telling me she loved me.

"The next three weeks her messages were upbeat, talking about how much better she felt, but they always ended with an apology."

"I was starting to have hope. Her doctors were giving good reports, and her friends said she would actually smile from time to time. Her emails were getting longer, almost chat like and filled with reminders of better times."

"Barbie Jo was back and affirming what I was hearing. Then on the ninth week she came to me crying with a hand written note from her mom. I still have it."

"Dearest husband,

I know we are supposed to only communicate by email, but this was too personal. Please forgive me for this, but once you read it I think you will understand. One of my doctors noticed an abnormality in my blood work and scheduled more tests. I had a conference with him last Friday and agonized over telling you, but I feel you need to know, and to beg you for one favor.

My thyroid is malfunctioning, for lack of a better term. The doctor can explain it much better than I if you would talk to him. This is what triggered my menopause so early and has my hormones so out of balance. I have to have surgery, Jimmy, to remove it. The operation is scheduled next Thursday.

Here's the favor. The operation isn't life threatening, but in their examination they noticed a growth. It has to be removed.

The growth is wrapped around my vocal cords. The surgeon assures me he can get it all, but there is a sixty percent chance I may lose my ability to speak.

Here's the favor. In the name of all the love we've ever had for each other, I'm asking you to be with me before surgery. I want to be able to TELL you I love one more time, just in case. Please, Jimmy, I'm begging. 

Amy."

I was crying, remembering. Ce didn't say a thing, just wrapped her arms around me.

"Of course, I was went home immediately. There were a lot of tears, and Amy tried to say everything she wanted me to know. We talked for hours. The morning we left for the hospital she gave me a packet, just in case, she said. I opened it months later. It was a CD of her voice. She had recorded a message for every day of the year, plus holidays. I had one of my assistants program it into my computer. Every morning when I log on, this is what I hear. I opened my laptop.

Amys' voice came on immediately. 'Good morning, honey, it's the tenth of September, just wanted to tell you I love you. Have a good day.' Every time I hear her it reminds me of how lucky I am."  

"The day of the surgery I was a mess. Amy downplayed the risks, but when the surgeon had me fill out the consent forms I nearly lost it. It seems the surgery was far more dangerous and risky than she said. I held her hand as they gave her the anesthesia. She kept repeating I love you over and over until she went under."

"The surgery was supposed to take forty five minutes. It took three hours. I thought I would lose my mind. When it was over and they said she was fine, and would be able to speak, I lost it.

Barb held me and just let me get it out. She's still alive, you know, pushing seventy but still going strong." 

"Amy spent the time before the surgery talking nonstop to everyone she knew. She was on the phone with Barb for hours. Something like this was too hard to keep secret, and when everyone figured out she was saying goodbye, just in case, they flocked to the hospital. College campuses are small enclosed communities, as is the public school system. Everybody loved Amy. We overflowed the waiting room."

"When they moved her to a room, it looked like a jungle because of the flowers and plants. I didn't move from her bedside for eleven hours, holding her hand the whole time, determined to be there when she awoke."

"I dozed off and woke to see her watching me, both her tiny hands wrapped around mine. Then I heard what had to be the most beautiful sound  in the world. It was hoarse, and raspy, but it was understandable."

"Hi, honey. I love you. Will you come home now?"

"We didn't recover overnight. She had her private counselor, and we had joint sessions with a marriage counselor. For almost our entire lives we went to school, did the kids activities, and worked. We still loved each other, just never seemed to have the time to express it. We fixed that, fast. She still sees her counselor twice a 

month."

"So, CeCe, that's where we're at in our lives. If you want back in our lives, I'm going to make you go very, very slow."

"Here's her email address. Send her a message, talk about general things, kids,work, that sort of thing. let her set the timeline."

I grabbed her butt and pulled her to me, kissed her long and deep. She responded automatically before realizing it and pushing me back.

"What the hell was that?"

"That, my darling Ce, was a trip down memory lane. Oh, you're still a great kisser, by the way. I'm glad my training held up over the years."

Her smile was a mile wide.

"Your training? When we first got together I wasn't sure you had a tongue. It took me months tho train you."

"I have to go home to Amy now. I'm sure it won't be this long before I see you again."

This time she kissed me.

"I never stopped loving you, both of you. And, yes, this isn't the last time you'll see this big ass."

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Part three: a triangle inside a circle

She did as I asked. Short little emails became longer, more personal.

I watched Amy like a hawk. She would be a little quiet after the emails for awhile, but gradually she started looking forwards to them, making me read them with her. CeCe gave her numbers to her, telling her she would like to hear her voice, but it was up to her.

Four months after they started chatting Amy called her. They followed the pattern of the emails, short chats becoming long discussions.

I talked to CeCe about once a month just to keep up. They started out short, but like Amy, they got longer, mostly recollections of a semi-wild youth.

After eight months Amy came to me.

"I'm going to see Barb this weekend. It's her  birthday, seventy this year. We're going to take her to a club featuring male strippers, it'll be a blast."

Despite her age Barb was going strong, and looked ten years younger. I guess being rich has its' advantages. She told me she wasn't trying to turn back time, just slow it down a little.

"Have a good time, honey. But if Barb gets excited and rapes one of the strippers, don't call me to bail you out."

"I've given her a lecture about being a good girl. Gee, she rips one thong off and suddenly she's oversexed. You know she keeps it on the wall of her office? She said it makes a better trophy than any deer head or fish she's ever seen. Said it was too bad he got away, she sure would enjoy mounting him."

Barb would never slow down, just keep going at full steam until she falls over. I still love her, always will.

"Uh, Jimmy, I'm having lunch with CeCe while I'm there."

There were several things I could have said, but I settled on "Tell her I said hi."

She was a little quiet when she got back but seemed fine otherwise.

Two months later CeCe came up to see her daughter, and stopped by the house. It was a quick visit. I complimented her on her appearance, she had lost about thirty pounds.

When she left she gave us both a kiss and hug.

Amy was concerned about her weight. She told her it was a good thing she didn't live here, she'd ride her ass like a Shetland pony about it. 

Ce just giggled and said "Ooh, we should have tried that when we were younger."

This caught me by surprise. I blushed, which set them off into peals of laughter.

The next spring I found them again on the sofa.

"Hi CeCe, here to see your daughter?"

"Yes and no. I'm going to see her, and I'm  thinking about moving here. Nobody knows me at home anymore, I hated Florida, and this is where my good memories are. Amy is going to help me look at condos. Okay?" 

She was defensive and aggressive at the same time.

I looked at Amy and said in a stern voice, "I forbid you to go!"

Amy got angry.

"Who are you to tell me what I can do with my friends?"

"Well, I'm you're husband for one thing. And you're not fourteen, you can go anywhere you want within reason. It was an idiotic question, it deserved an idiotic answer. Call Flower, doesn't she do real estate? I'm sure she could use the business."

They looked at me like I was crazy before they started smiling.

"Has he always been such an asshole?" snorted CeCe."

"No, but he's gotten better at it as he's aged."

They both got up, gave me a big kiss, and called Flower. 

One month later she was the proud owner of a three bedroom condo ten minutes away. It was just once a twice a month for awhile, but soon she was almost always there. or Amy was at her condo. We started spending Friday evenings together. A meal, a movie, something light.

The only bad episode happened one night when we were at the house, drinking wine and talking. She said something that led Amy to pull out some old photo albums. They sat on the couch side by side, looking at the photos and remembering.

One of the photos triggered something in Amy and she got really quiet. Ce noticed it and put her arm over her shoulder and hugged her. 

"What's wrong, honey?"

Amy exploded.

"YOU LEFT US! WE LOVED YOU AND YOU LEFT US! YOU LEFT US! YOU LEFT ME! HOW COULD YOU BE SO CRUEL, SO COLD. WE LOVED YOU."

She pushed her away and curled up on the end of the couch, sobbing like it just happened. CeCe started crying and kept saying "I'm sorry" over and over.

I gathered Amy in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Ce said something about leaving. I had a one word answer.

"STAY!"

I hugged her, petted her, whispered my love to her. When she calmed I gave her a sleeping pill she had for bad days, and tucked her in.

CeCe was still crying. I sat down, put my arm around her and let her cry for awhile. When the snuffling started dying down she thanked me for understanding and started to leave. I stopped her.

"Ce, if you love her, you have to stay, you need to be here when she wakes up. If you don't she'll see it as you leaving her again. If you want to keep a relationship with her, stay. If you leave tonight, don't come back."

It took her awhile to understand, but finally said she would go home and get a gown and clothes for tomorrow.

"NO, don't go. She may wake again soon. Stay."

"But I don't have anything to sleep in."

"Sleep in your underwear, sleep nude. We've both seen it before, it can't look that much different. Please. I don't really know why, but it's important." 

So she stayed. Old habits die hard, I was first up. I took a robe to CeCe, knocking lightly before I entered.

Apparently nude had been her choice for sleepwear. The covers had slipped down and her magnificent breasts were on display. Amy had stayed on her about her weight, cheering, pushing, until she had lost another forty pounds. She was almost down to her college weight. As quietly as possible I pulled the sheet up when she started smiling.

"I remember a time when you would be pulling the other way."

"So do I. The temptation is almost overpowering.

Please, put the robe on and come to the kitchen. Amy is still asleep. We can talk."

She gave a big yawn, said "Okay honey", threw the cover back and streched , casually reaching for the robe. 

I smacked her ass. 

"Tease". I said, fleeing to the kitchen.

I poured her coffee. She sat down, looking expectant.

"What now?"

"I don't know. What are you looking for?"

"Nothing. Everything. One way or another, I want to stay in the lives of two people I love. I'll take what I can get. What now?"

"This is what I think. Go into the bedroom and snuggle with Amy. Wake her up, slowly. Nothing sexual, surround her with love. Tell her you plan to be around for a long time. And promise her, if you ever do move on, you'll tell her, and that you will never, ever, hurt her again. I don't know if this is right, but it's what I feel."

"And just so you know, Amy will always come first. Always. I love you Ce, but you won't hurt her again. Understand?"

She nodded, hanging her head. She went into the bedroom and shut the door. Thirty minutes later I checked on them. They were hugging, crying softly. I shut the door.

Almost an hour later they came out holding hands.

"I love you" said Amy, kissing me.

"I love you" said CeCe, kissing me.

This feels familiar, I thought.

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I'm not blind. 

The hints, the innuendo, the flirting, I let go right by me. 

The kissing, the flashes of skin, I ignored.

They were getting frustrated in their attempts to seduce me. It might have continued for months if it weren't for the purple turtles.

I still had them, couldn't make myself throw them away. I still had CeCes' ring too. I thought about them for awhile before I brought them home and showed them to Amy. She immediately hugged them and started crying.

They had been in storage for decades, bedraggled, the ribbons old and faded. Her ring was dull and needed cleaning badly.

Amy took the ring to the jewelers. She washed the turtles, replaced the ribbons. Then one night, the seduction dance ended. It wasn't a holiday, or even a weekend. It was a Thursday.

There was a note on the on the door.

"Please come to the bedroom."

They were on the bed, naked. Clutching the turtles.

"We've been trying to seduce you for months, you are so stubborn. Please love us, both of us. Let if happens. If it doesn't work we'll discuss it and still be friends. Please, I've needed both of you, I've missed you ever since I left."

Ce was on her knees on the bed, practically begging. Amy joined her.

"Please Jimmy, please. We both want this. We haven't touched each other yet, we won't unless you join us. But we want a symbol if you agree. Her ring is on the night stand. Put it on her, tell her you love her, and come to bed."

I didn't hesitate. I put the ring on her finger.

"I love you CeCe, always have. Is there room in there for me? One thing though, I not twenty two anymore. It might not be as good as we remember."

They both laughed. Amy handed me a little blue pill.

"I've been bad, Jimmy. I told our doctor a lie, that you were having, uh , a little trouble, you know? He gave me a three pill sample pack. I hope that lasts until Monday."

They were both tugging at my clothes. As I lay between them I smiled. Here we were, three equal sides of a perfect triangle, surrounded by a circle of love. Would we last? Who knows, but we would love each other until it ends, with all our hearts.

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Well, there it is. I wrote an epilog, my wife is on me to post it, but I don't think I will. Better to let you write your own ending.

This was the longest thing I've written so far, it didn't turn out exactly the way I planned, but I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks.



I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 07



Well, you asked for it. If you have an ending, please post it. If it seems rambling and disjointed, it was intentional. I was writing from the perspective of a very old man.

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Leaning on my cane, I look down across the mountain into town. My town, my home for over sixty years. My daughters respect my privacy, waiting patiently by the car. Actually, only one is my blood daughter, Barbara Joanne, the other my step daughter Amy. They bring me once a month for a short visit. It saddens them, knowing they won't have to do it much longer. 

I'm eighty three years old now, and reside at an assisted living facility in a small apartment. They bring me my meals and check on me periodically, just in case. It's nice, but it's not a home, more like a transition point. It reminds me of the name of that old British sitcom, "Waiting For God".

It won't be long now. I welcome it. My cocktail of current drugs do nothing but blunt the pain.

But it gives me peace, and time to remember.

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I can still recall vividly the first night we welcomed CeCe back into our bed. Slow and tentative, exploring, touching the remembered with new appreciation. It wasn't the powerful couplings of twenty somethings, but mature love with all its' ramifications. Thanks to the pill Amy got me I made a respectable showing.

Habit of a lifetime, I was up first and made coffee. Amy of course was right behind me, and as we sat and sipped coffee, considering our new life, Ce staggered to the table. 

After a second cup and everyone was cognizant, I asked the obvious.

"What now?"

Amy took the lead. CeCe was about to find out she wasn't the center of the equation anymore.

"First, we find each other again. You're not automatically moving in, CeCe. We aren't that comfortable with each other physically yet.

Emotionally, there are still some lingering issues about our breakup, especially between you and I. Jimmy can tell you I have some issues of my own that I have to deal with that have nothing to do with you. So, we talk, we talk some more, and we keep loving each other."

Another round of silence. Then CeCe had a suggestion that broke the tension.

"Can I at least buy us a bigger bed?"

Giggles and laughter, just like old times. I still had to work, so off I went, while the girls plotted out our new life. And when I got home that night, we had a new bedroom suite, that featured the biggest bed I had ever seen. At least Amy wouldn't get so hot now.

We did go slow. CeCe averaged about every other night with us for about two months before moving in permanently. The purple turtle rotation was reinstated, except now when I slept alone I did it at her condo, just for awhile, so there would be more intimacy for them. CeCe and Amy thought that it was a good idea and returned the gesture.

The only drawback was I still had to make breakfast, so I had to get up early and get them out of bed. Amy and Ce would handle dinner, and they often joined me for lunch. We still took turns doing the dishes, and as usual CeCe was always slow. Threatening to put the dirty dishes in her bed when she slept alone fixed that.

Was it all roses and happiness? No. 

Amy was much more strong willed than before, and CeCe was at heart still just a spoiled little rich girl, so at first clashes could be pretty heated. CeCe got angry and stayed away for a week, and Amy refused to let her come back the week after that. I had all I could stand, brought CeCe home, sat them on the couch, and threatened to spank them like children if they didn't make up. They did, and CeCe asked if she could still have the spanking. Amy insisted she was just as bad and needed one also. THAT was an interesting makeup session.

Amy had retired from the school system and CeCe never actually worked her whole life so they started looking for things to occupy their time.

They volunteered, together and separately. Became well known around the town and college.

Barb passed away two years after we reunited, at seventy four. I was one of her pall bearers, along with two of her grandsons from her adopted daughter. She had come to terms with CeCe, never loving her like Amy but giving her guarded friendship. Our daughter and Amy rode in the family limo while CeCe and I followed. 

In the will I was left "all the love she could give me" which was more precious to me than money. She gave Amy the jewelry that Joanne left her years ago, and a small amount of money to be 'spent foolishly', preferably stuffing thongs.

Barbie Jo, referred to as her 'first grand daughter' got ten percent ownership in the Ford dealership, which Barb had propelled into the largest in the southeast. The rest of her estate went to her husband Todd and her daughter.

I did get a few photos of Barb and Joanne, and Amy got the framed thong, which brought tears to our eyes and smiles to our faces. 

Six moths later saw the start of the annual

"Barbara Jones Stripathon, the winner being judged by the number of thongs procured.

Amy, Barbie Jo, Jane[her adopted daughter],

Joanne, Barb's grand daughter, and CeCe hit the bars. CeCe and Jane tied at two, all the rest got one. I never asked, just kept bail money handy.

In terms of money, CeCe was loaded. Her Dad had split his estate up between his children on the advice of his attorney, to minimize tax impact. He was still alive when we got together, richer than ever.

I despised the son of a bitch, but no one could deny his ability to make money. Seeing the collapse of the domestic textile market coming, he sold his plants at a good price. Reinvesting in real estate, he made another fortune before that market collapsed. He was still buying properties at discount prices, sitting on them until the market came back.

It gave me a great deal of pleasure to see his face when CeCe was on one arm and Amy was on the other. I didn't rub it into his face too badly, but the smirk on my face told him all he didn't want to know. 

The fact that I was a home town hero didn't help either. With monies from my writings and the book, Amy and I started a scholarship program at my old high school. Two years of community college, and if the grade average was kept up, two years at a regular college, preferably at Mountain State. In fact, I gave a talk once a year at the school on the importance of education and perseverance.

The school had a display case in the lobby beside the office that embarrassed me no end, it was almost a shrine. The logo was "Anything Is Possible", and it was photos of me from my yearbooks, one or two of me as a college student, a couple as a professor and dean, and a large one, right in the middle, of me standing in front of my old Sportster, wind blowing my hair and beard. Underneath was a copy of my book.

Life went on for several years, and the girls started asking me to retire. I was undecided until we got a new president. He was an up and comer, from a small religious school, and out to make a name for himself. By then everybody in our community and school knew about my home life. We didn't flaunt it, but we didn't deny it either.

Really, nobody seemed to care. 

CeCes' daughter had bought one of those small scooters that were the rage at the time. Amy rode it and fell in love. Before I knew it, both girls were scooter shopping. I insisted they buy something with at least 150 ccs, something with enough power to get them out of the way. Soon they became a standard sight, zipping around like maniacs. I threatened to take them away if I heard one more story about how wild they were.

The president called one day and asked for a meeting. I thought it would be the standard meet and greet bullshit every department head goes through with a new leader.

After the standard platitudes and bullshit was out of the way he went into a direction I didn't expect.

"Tell me James[it was never Jimmy with these guys] isn't that your wife and her friend I see around town on those small motorcycles?"

"Yes sir, it is, although technically they're not motorcycles, they're scooters."

Tell me, do you think it's appropriate for someone like her, the wife of one of our most prominent deans, to travel about like that?"

"I never thought about it."

The surprise was evident in my voice.

"They're small, easy to maneuver on city streets, and very economical. Other than mass transportation, it's the perfect mode of urban transportation."

He seemed puzzled by my response.

"Really. I would have thought with your position you would insist in a bit more decorum."

Anger was rising. "Where are we going with this. Is she riding around naked? Hurt anybody? Damaged property? She's a grown woman and doesn't need direction from me. Do you control your wife totally? Cut to the chase here, what's on your mind?"

That was kind of a cheap shot, I knew he was recently divorced, and his wife was very vocal about the reasons. He was, according to her, a control junkie, and felt women should be totally subservient to men, with no opinions and thoughts of their own. He was a prude, a lousy lover, and an idiot, and those were the kind words.

He colored at the reference to his wife.

"Yes, you should control your wife. And the rumors you're living in sin with another woman in the same house as your wife is that true? Not a very good example to young minds, do you think?"

"Let me clear this up for you, Mr. President, sir.

My personal living arrangements are none of your business. My life once I leave these halls is none of your business. If you have examples of damage I've done to young minds, bring them forward. I have one of the best departments in the school, or even in our system. Many enroll here just for that, check the numbers. If you don't think it suitable for me to be here, fire me. Other than that, stay the fuck out of my personal business. Are we clear here?"

I thought he might actually have a stroke. He knew he couldn't fire me without good cause, and he didn't have any. The fact that I didn't kowtow to his expectations didn't enter his mind.

"I'll invoke the morals clause! You'll be out of here so fast your head will spin. Don't you ever talk to me like that again."

I was grinning, enjoying this. He got loud so I got louder.

"Kiss my ass, you pompous little prick. Invoke the morals clause, I've got a hell of a lawyer, he lives for shit like this. I know for a fact three of your professors are openly living with students, and two more are having affairs. Kick that can of worms over, asshole. See who gets covered with shit."

"When it gets right down to it, all you can prove is that a friend for thirty years lives with us."

"Now, dickhead, are we done here?"

He couldn't make coherent sentences.

"I thought so. See you around asshole."

All right, I laid it on a little thick. The thoughts of retiring surged to the forefront, screw this shit, it was time. I went straight back to my office and started the retirement process.

When it became public knowledge it kind of hit the fan. He had left his door open, and his secretary and assorted staffers heard the whole exchange.

I got a call from the president of the college system. the big dog. I had met him several times and we got along well, except for his persistence in trying to get me to transfer to Central, his old school.

"Jimmy, is it true? Are you retiring? Think about it, we really need you. If it's just a change of venue you need, I can still get you Central."

"Thank you sir, but it's time to let the new generation come forward. I'll be pleased to stand aside and give someone a chance. We have a couple of good people here, and more scattered through the system. I'm right in the middle of writing a novel, my first, so I'll have plenty to occupy me."

There were accolades, endless rounds of goodbyes, private and public parties, and finally a formal dinner in my honor. By now the whole school was aware of the little tiff that sparked my retirement, so it was well attended. The president of the university system attended, probably to make one more attempt to get me to Central. Amy and CeCe were outraged at first, but when I reminded them they had pushed retirement for awhile now, they decided to quit while they were winning.

They had just a bit of revenge at the dinner. Clad in matching gowns, they held on to me during the socializing, and flanked me during dinner, showering me with kisses and romantic gestures.

During my speech I thanked my mentors past and present, people through the years who had helped me be a better educator. I got one last dig in.

"Most of all, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to thank my wife by law, Amy, for standing by me all these years, guiding with her love and wisdom, and my wife in spirit, Cecelia Morgan, for her contribution in making me the man I am today. I love them dearly." 

"Ladies and gentlemen, be aware I'll miss you all. It has been my sincere honor to count you as friends."

Almost overcome by emotion, I left the podium and returned to my seat, to be wrapped in two sets of loving arms. As I wiped my eyes I noticed the school president staring. He looked like he had just swallowed a pint of green persimmons.

The system president talked with me as everyone was leaving.

"Well, Jimmy, you sure know how to go out with a bang. This place is going to miss you more than they realize. And if you decide to come out of retirement, call me. Central could always use a good man."

He kissed the girls on the cheek, told them to take it easy on me, being an old retired man now, shook once more and left.

With time on my hands I joined the girls in their charity work, focusing on the university. Being semi-famous can be a help sometimes. 

One thing special to us was Amys' House. We had moved to CeCe's townhouse, a mutual decision made for convenience. Our house was out in the county, and I no longer had enthusiasm for yard work.

It had four bedrooms, more than we ever needed.

We did a little remodeling, adding a bathroom and a few cosmetic changes, got the zoning waiver, and opened it to four girls on partial scholarship or in financial need, absolutely free. Amy remembered well what that was like. She became a surrogate mother, going over several times a week to cook breakfast and check on them. She kept the pantry and refrigerator stocked. Not to be outdone, CeCe developed a habit of hosting Thursday night pizza parties reviewing grades and rewarding them with weekly 'allowances'. Most of the girls loved them madly. So far, thirty two girls have lived in the house.

At the urging of both girls, I took my poem "Song of the Purple Turtles' and expanded it into a romantic novel. Yes, it was extremely autobiographical, and took three years to write. I didn't ask for permission for what I wrote, but made sure they reviewed it and got their input.

Both got upset at different passages but approved of the end product. The editor that had so brilliantly put together my compilation had moved on to a major publisher and had made me promise if I ever did a novel or wanted another compilation done to give him a call.

I sent him the manuscript. He remembered how little I cared to travel from my last book, so he came down to see me with contract in hand. On his advice I had my lawyer look it over and got an agent. After a bit more editing and polish it was released. It was very, very successful. They wanted a multi-book deal, but I wasn't sure I had another in me, so I declined.

CeCe and Amy designed the jacket and I insisted it be used or I wouldn't sign the contract.

It was a painting of Amy and I at the New Years Eve party so many years ago, done on the newspaper photo. The only alteration was CeCe being portrayed prominently in the background.

When the movie rights were sold, I negotiated a deal to overview the script, scared to death it would be reduced to a sex romp. We all went to Hollywood for four months. The girls loved the beaches, the shopping, and the inevitable parties for awhile, but soon longed to get back to reality. They actually left a month before I did, it was a miserable time for all of us. I flew home every weekend.

The script writer was very good, and the director, an up and coming woman, treated the book with the respect it deserved. After seeing a few scenes in the editing room, I went home satisfied. It didn't win any awards, but made a lot of money.

A side effect I didn't expect was the notoriety generated by the book. I was glad then that the townhouse was in a gated community. It settled down before long, in this day and age you don't get fifteen minutes of fame anymore, more like fifteen seconds.

While they loved the scooters, neither wanted a motorcycle. I had hung on to the old Sporster all this years. I almost sold it several times but Amy would throw a fit every time I mentioned it.

I had the engine rebuilt twice, but eventually old bones couldn't take the rigid frame.

We bought a series of bikes, each getting bigger and more padded. When CeCe came home we had an Ultraglide, a really nice ride.

It got complicated because they both wanted to ride. I would end up taking the same trip twice.

They did some research and solved the problem. I came home one day and couldn't get in the garage because a brand new bike sat there, complete with sidecar. Both girls were watching through the window, and when I fired it up they came running out with helments on, tossing me mine. It took a little getting used to, but soon it was a common sight to see us around town, Amy riding behind and Ce in the side car.

Just after the book came out we added a new title to our resume, bar owners. The Black Dog had gone through three owners, each successively worse.

When the current owner ran afoul of the IRS, he put it up for sale to stay out of jail. We got it for a song, and did a complete remodel, trying to hold onto the integrity of a neighborhood pub.

Todd had retired from the police force and was bored, so we talked him into managing it. Many of the old regulars had stopped coming because of the mismanagement, but returned in force once the word got out.

It was so successful we bought one near the campus and named it The Black Puppy, aiming for the college crowd. It was a smash.

We puttered along for years, happy in our love for each other. At seventy, after the second and last of my novels came out, I was asked to give a commencement speech. After it was over we found ourselves surrounded by family and friends. Many were former residents of Amys' House, some were great nieces and nephews, one grandson of ours, and two grandsons of CeCe. I don't think we ever bothered to count the number of children we sponsored, but every dime was well spent.

We were slowing down. It was a fact of life, but CeCe didn't care for it. Amy would laugh at her over every new cream and lotion she bought, but I noticed she used them also.

Amy slipped on the ice one winter and twisted her knee badly. She wore an air splint for two months and did physical therapy for three, but never gained back the full mobility she wanted. 

When she was told a little surgery would relieve a lot of the pain and help with her mobility she decided to have it done. It was outpatient work, thirty minutes under the knife, six hours of rest and observation, and home to recuperate.

It was so routine she told me not to come, CeCe could handle transportation. But I had nothing better to do, so we took her, sat through the procedure, and waited for her in recovery. I was handling the paperwork, while CeCe got her ready to be discharged, when I heard the scream. I knew something was wrong.

Amy had revived, was checked over and cleared for release. we were instructed to make her take it easy for a few weeks before starting therapy.




I Thought She Made You Up Ch. 07



CeCe was helping her with her shoes and Amy was chatting happily, accusing her of using it to look up her skirt. She said, "you know it babe" and giggled. Amy was about to answer when the smile left her face and she collapsed back on the bed. When she didn't revive she screamed.

It was a blood clot. when it broke loose it went right to her heart. They said it was almost instantaneous and she felt no pain. But we did.

Horrible, searing, soul shaking pain. We cried for days. Our children handled everything. We said a private goodbye before the funeral, following her last requests. Her purple turtle was placed in the casket. The ring I had made was given to me, with a letter she had written.

It took four attempts to get through the letter.

It was pure Amy.

"My loves, if you're reading this it means I beat at least one of you to the finish line. Don't worry, I'll be there waiting. Mourn me, but live! Our children and the next generations will need your love, compassion and support.

If both of you survive me I need a few promises.

Jimmy, marry CeCe as soon as it is decent to do so. That way we can truly be co-wives. You already know I wanted the turtle in my coffin, something I can hold onto while I wait. Take my ring, CeCe knows what I want done.

Now, carry on our love to whoever needs it most. And stop by and visit. I'll want to hear your voices now and then. I'll be waiting for you.

All my love

Amy."

We survived. We cried, Poured ourselves into our charities and each other. Nine months later we married in a small, private ceremony. CeCe's daughter, named Amy, and my daughter Barbara Joanne were our witnesses.

Five years later Ce passed. Always a big woman, the years of carrying extra weight took their toll, and her heart finally gave out. Her purple turtle kept her company until I could join them.

A year later I slipped and broke a hip, and couldn't care for myself. Instead of being a burden to my family I moved into the assisted living apartment.

My kids, and the few old friends I had left visited often. When it was discovered I was a rich, two time widower, and a best selling author.

the ladies of the community made sure I had companionship. I could hear the girls laughing.

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So I sit, lost in the drugs and the memories.

It's going to end soon, I can feel it, both in my body and the attention I'm getting from the care givers. I'm glad, I really, really miss my girls.

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It was a big turnout for an old fart nobody remembered. Cloudy, cool, but not uncomfortable.

Mountain View, set in a saddle high on a mountain, looked down on the small college town.

Children, grand children, great grandchildren, even two great grand children, milled about in front of the plot, remembering.

It was actually two double plots, bought years ago by the girls. Only three were buried, widely spaced. Amy got hot when she was crowded. The biggest stone in the cemetery stood guard. It was an object of curiousity to those who visited.

It was a large triangle, rising high. At the top were the letters C, inset with an A, and a J dangling from the crossbar of the A inside a triangle surrounded by a circle. It was based on a tattoo the ones resting under it wore with pride and affection. In the right corner was the inscription, underneath the carved image of a turtle with a white ribbon: 

"Cecelia Morgan Wilson, loving wife of Amy and James."

In the center, underneath the same carving of a turtle with the exception that the ribbon was yellow, was the inscription:

"Amy Johnson Wilson, loving wife of Cecelia and James"

On the left, underneath the carved image of a motorcycle was the inscription:

"James 'Looney" Wilson, loving husband of Amy and Cecelia."

He was buried, per instructions, with two identical rings in his right hand.

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"About time you got here!"

"Hush Ce. You were always so impatient. Did you bring the rings, Honey?"

"In my hand, my loves, waiting for your fingers."

"Good, put them on us."

"CE, stop crowding me, you know how hot I get."

Three sets of "I love you honeys" and they snuggled down to their well deserved rest.