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Damaged Property

By: deadeye_76



 This is a little longer story than I normally submit at once, but once I started it, it had a life of it's own and I didn't want to break it up. It's not just sex, this one has someone who's trying to find himself - the wrong way. 

Friday

I looked around the club. It was a typical Friday night in this area. There were a lot of people from all over the local area getting to know each other, some more intimately than others. Many were vying for attention and most were getting it. I had become a regular, making the trek here almost one night every week, usually on Friday or Saturday. I had been doing so for about a year. 

I spotted my buddies against the far wall and one of them was chatting up a young woman. I walked over. The woman he was chatting up was a pretty little thing in that Midwestern sort of way. She was about 5'5", 115 pounds, perky, had sandy brown hair, cute face with a smattering of freckles, and was wearing a short, pretty tight little green dress. It showed off her curves, and she had plenty to show.

I said hello to Randy, who nodded hello but didn't take his eyes off of Miss Vivacious. Jack was standing at the table where Randy had obviously met her and there were two other women sitting there. The boys had found a three girl table to attack, which was in keeping with our method.

I said hello to Jack and he introduced me to Karen and Dana. Karen was a decent looking woman, but a little bland for my tastes. Everything about her was the same color. Dana was a dark haired beauty with pale skin and a nice face. She was attractive but not beautiful. As I had found in this environment, these women were the best targets. The best targets for getting laid were the middle of the road, decent looking chicks, who were trying to vie for male attention against the gorgeous. The beautiful women expected to be fawned over and to get their way. The ones just below that tried harder when in a club like this where there were many gorgeous women to compete against.

We sat and talked and then I asked her to dance to something a little slow. I held her and she rubbed up against me. I rubbed back. She seemed to know what was going on. We both wanted something and were looking forward to it. When I ran my hand over her ass, she squirmed in my arms a little. I didn't know if that was because it was turning her on or it was too aggressive. I refrained from that for the remainder of the song and then she led me back to the table, holding my hand. But in the back of my mind, I was thinking "she's easy".

While leading her back to the table I saw a cute young lady at the table just two down from ours staring at me. I looked at her and she looked familiar. Maybe she was a previous conquest, maybe not. I couldn't place her face so I just continued on to our table.

When we got back there, we were alone. The others had stayed on the dance floor. We talked and flirted for a while, had another drink, watched the others flirt and play grown-up seduction games, and finally, at about midnight, decided to leave. She was as horny as I was and I had scored well. She had agreed to come back to my place, which was closer than hers, but still about 8 miles away. She followed me in a little red Miata. Nice. 

When we got there, she saw that I lived in a small three bedroom house. She looked at me a little funny and once we got inside she looked around at the place. 

"Divorced?" She obviously thought I had gotten all this stuff in a settlement. Or maybe she was just surprised by that fact that it was a house.

"No, never married."

I walked up to her and kissed her hard. She kissed back hard, her tongue dancing with mine.

We broke the kiss and I wondered if she wanted anything. I didn't want to do anything but fuck, but I thought I would be nice this once. "Do you want a beer or wine or something?"

She looked at me and grinned. "No, thanks. It might dull my senses."

I grinned back and pulled her back to me. I decided to pick her up and carry her to the master bedroom. She was only about 5'3" and maybe 100 pounds, so I did. She squealed and laughed as I carried her there. I dropped her on the bed and watched her tits bounce in her dress and saw her panties as her legs flew up. She had really nice legs and they were bare.

She looked up at me, smiled, and said jokingly in her best fake southern accent, "Why, whatever are you going to do to little ole me?" She must have seen Gone With the Wind recently or was a fan.

I leered at her, leaned over, and kissed her briefly. "I'm going to ravish you and make you cum."

She fell back flat. "Mmmm. I like the sound of that."

Good, because that was always my plan.

I put my hands under her and rolled her over. I pulled the zipper down on her dress and turned her back over. She helped me as I worked the dress down over her shoulders, past her black-bra encased tits, over her stomach, and then over her hips and off. She looked good and she had a soft look to her. She wasn't fat, but wasn't a workout queen. She was just young and still in good shape.

I pulled her up, reached my left hand around and flipped the hooks on her bra. She grinned when I did that with one hand. I pulled off her bra, revealing nice, perky, probably B-cup tits. They were topped with dark brown nipples that were sticking up invitingly. I then put my hands on her hips and grabbed the two sides of her panties. I pulled them off to reveal the shaved lips of her pussy with just a Mohawk shaped pubic pattern on her mound. 

She watched me as I took in her physical attributes. These ladies could be a little low on confidence the first time a man saw them naked, so I cheered her up. "Stunning." Not that I would care after tonight. 

She grinned and sat up as I started to take my clothes off. I was naked in seconds and when I had divested myself of everything I was standing right next to the bed, my hard cock pointing straight out. Dana grinned and sat up, staring eye to eye with my cock. I handed her a condom and she opened it. She rolled it down over my cock and then leaned over and took a good suck on it before lying back down. "Are you going to ravish me now?"

"Yes." And so I did. I started by lying on top of her and kissing her, trading tongues while I rubbed my dick up and over her mound. She groaned so I moved to sucking on her tits. After a couple minutes of this, she was squirming and I took my right hand and explored between her legs. She was wet already so I worked my legs between hers and lined up with her cunt. She spread her legs wide to help me as I slowly worked it in, picking up the necessary moisture. I could tell she was going to be a fast fuck. Once I was fully seated I kissed her and started humping her. She responded quickly, which was good, because I was horny and just wanted to fuck her hard. She humped back at me and I pushed myself up so I could get a good motion going. I fucked her hard and she squealed and moaned.

After about 5 minutes of fucking her pretty good she came. I was not far behind. I thrust into her several more times as I filled the condom. She was a pretty good fuck as far as it goes. I mean she didn't rock my world, but then nobody did; at least not since "her".

I got up, stripped off the condom, and went into the bathroom. I cleaned up my dick and then went back into the bedroom. Dana was lying there enjoying her after-orgasm high. I lay down next to her and turned toward the wall. Now if she would only go away. I got my fuck, she got hers, now just get dressed and go home.

She turned to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "That was pretty good. Do you want me to go?"

I turned to her. "Yes, that would be best."

I could see a little hurt in her eyes, but I ignored it. I was used to this part, too.

She got up, got dressed and then leaned over and kissed me lightly. "See you around?"

"Sure. Just leave your name and number on the pad there." I pointed to the pen and pad lying on the end table next to my bed. She sat down and wrote her name and number out.

She turned to me and leaned over again. Fuck, now what?

"I hope there's another time. I can be really fun."

"Me, too." I answered her in the affirmative, but there was no sincerity behind it. I think she knew that. 

She got up and left. A few minutes later I heard her pull away in her Miata. Good. I got laid and now I could get some sleep - if it would come. Sometimes it just didn't matter if I got laid or not, sleep just wouldn't come.

Saturday

I woke up suddenly from "the dream", feeling sweaty and clammy. I looked at the clock and it was 4:30am. Ugh! And I could remember everything from it. It was of the night my sister died. Only in my dream, it was my cunt of a former fiancée who showed up to tell me that my sister was dead. I answered the door and she was standing there nude, bent over, being fucked by her college roommate's boyfriend. That was the same position they had been in when I had discovered them in her sister's house about two months before our wedding and a few days before my sister died. She was grinning and moaning and telling me that my sister had died. Shit.

I got up and got a drink of water. I looked at myself in the mirror. What the fuck is wrong with me? She was a lying, cheating, cunt and now it was time to move on. It was unfortunate that the two events were tied together. My sister had died driving home from my place only a few days after I caught my fiancée and her asshole lover fucking. It had been late and a little foggy and she died in a car accident after spending half the night consoling me. Fuck!

I crawled back into bed, exhausted enough that I did get back to sleep.

--

I didn't get up until noon that day. When I got up I looked at the name and number on the pad. I tore off the sheet and walked to the spare bedroom that doubled as my office. I added the sheet to the 20 or so others in the second right hand drawer of my antique roll top desk. I sometimes added notes so that I would remember them if I called them back, but I had not called anyone back yet. I was still making my first pass through the stupid cunts at that club. 

Besides, I had a spare cunt in reserve. A girl I went to high school with was a stripper at one of the fully nude clubs nearby. I found out and approached her one night about 6 months ago. Denise and I had been friendly in high school so we got along well. Then it turned into an every-few-weeks or so tryst. I would go to the club and watch her dance awhile when she had an early shift, and then I would take her out for a steak dinner and a fuck. She fucked well. Of course, it cost me the steak dinner and $300. Who the fuck cared? Not me, anyway. She just liked fucking and making money and I liked fucking her.

I puttered around my house, doing a little bathroom cleaning. Ugh! Is there anything worse?

About 3pm, I got on my computer and made sure everything was okay at work. I left at 5pm on Friday and we had some programmers who worked late. As the PM, I checked to see if they had had any problems or needed something. Nope, all was good.

I decided that I would go visit a couple of buddies of mine who lived in the apartments on the edge of town. We could watch some sports, drink, and just hang out. I called and they were up for it. They had no plans anyway. Never did.

I got to their place about 6pm. When I walked in, there were about 15 people in Jack's apartment. Randy from last night was there and so were some other friends. I also saw the woman from last night who looked a little familiar sitting at his small breakfast nook sipping a drink. Did I really know her?

I walked through the kitchen and out onto his deck to grab a beer from the cooler. As I walked past her I saw her looking at me. I glanced at her and gave her a little smile. It didn't hurt since she was attractive enough to hook up with. She grinned and waved. I guess she at least knew me. 

While on the deck I cornered one of our other friends, Chris, and asked him about her. He laughed. "What?"

"You don't recognize her do you?"

I stared at him. Fucking moron. "Obviously not, Einstein, or I wouldn't be asking."

"That's Bill Morrissey's little sister, Jennifer. You remember her; the Jen who was always kind of hanging around at your house. She was friends with your youngest sister, Carole, and even went to college with her. She used to come home from college with Carole, but you were always away or in and out too fast to even pay any attention."

"Oh." I turned toward the sliding glass doors and looked in. She was looking the other way, talking to someone. I did remember her now. She did hang around a lot and seemed to always want to get involved in whatever the rest of us were doing. But she had grown up and turned out to be pretty cute. Maybe she was up for some adult playtime. Oh, yeah.

I walked in and walked over to her. "Hey, Jen." She looked up and blushed. What was that about?

"Hi, John. I didn't think you recognized me."

"I didn't last night or when I first got here, so I had to ask. You've grown up a lot since I last saw you."

"Yeah, my family moved to the other side of the state while I was in college so I only saw you guys briefly when I came home with Carole. I'm visiting an old school friend for a while." She looked down at her drink. "Sorry to hear about Candice."

Fuck. I looked away. Everyone else, who knew me, knew enough to stay away from that subject. I could still feel the pain to this day of losing my sister Candice and we were coming up on the one year anniversary of that event. She had been killed in a car accident one foggy night after consoling me about my fucking fiancée. Fuck! It was my fault for believing in my ex-fiancée, that cunt Miranda. I started to walk away and Jen grabbed my forearm.

"Please stay. I'm sorry I brought it up."

I glared at her and pulled my arm away. "See you later." I walked outside and across the back yard. I didn't want to think about it. I couldn't think about it. I guzzled the rest of my beer, walked over and threw the empty in the trash can by the cooler and left. I had to get the fuck away.

I ended up at the strip joint unannounced. Denise was on stage, just taking off her g-string. There were a few people there, but it usually didn't get crowded until many of the guys had struck out at the bars and they decided to come here for the ultimate tease. That's all stripping is. If it wasn't for the fact that Denise would fuck me, I wouldn't spend very much time in this place.

When she finished her set she got dressed and came over. I had had three beers since I got there and Denise knew me pretty well. She knew I was in a dark mood. She came over and asked if I wanted a table dance. I shook my head no. She leaned over and whispered to me.

"I need to make some money so wait here." She sauntered away, wiggling her hips in the too fucking tall heels that all the strippers wore. She found a couple of guys to give table dances to and I watched as she rubbed herself on them. The dunces didn't take her to the back. They paid $10 for a short table dance where she had to leave her g-string on; when in the back for $20 you can get a fully nude bed dance where she'll rub her pussy on you. What morons!

She came back about 20 minutes later with another $40 or $50. I knew she was just trying to make a living. When she got back she sat on my lap and leaned over. 

"What has you in such a bad mood tonight?"

I just stared at the new woman on stage. "Let's not talk about it." She shrugged. She was the one person that seemed to understand me and just let me be dark and angry. "How late are you working tonight?"

She looked around the room. "Supposed to be 2, but I can probably get away around midnight. It's been kind of dead around here lately and some of the other girls need the money more than I." She grinned at me. "You want to take me out to dinner and a fuck?"

This was her joke. She always watched movies and a few years ago had regularly watched some station that advertised "Dinner and a Movie". She called our hook-ups "Dinner and a Fuck".

"Sure."

"I'll be right back. Let me talk to Jeremy." Jeremy was one of the managers and was the one working tonight. She disappeared around the corner that led to the bathrooms and the office. I continued to watch the strippers. The one on stage at that moment was pretty good at shaking her ass. She had a kind of pear shape with small perky tits and big hips. But she certainly knew how to shake them. I bet she could fuck me into next week.

Suddenly Denise was at my side. "I can leave now if you want. I put in enough time tonight and he knows the other girls wouldn't mind more chances to make a buck. I fulfilled my part of the contract and won't get penalized."

"Okay, let's go."

We left and she followed me to our normal rendezvous. It was a chain steakhouse, but it was good and she loved having a small New York Strip. I always teased her about that; wanting a strip steak.

We got there, ate without talking about anything important, even though I could see the concern in her eyes. She liked me, I knew that. I just couldn't be anything but a fuck with her. She was a stripper for Christ's sake!

We finished, went back to my place, and then I asked her to dance for me. This was something I asked for every so often. I stripped and sat on the couch while she got the music ready. Then she turned and grinned at me. She danced over toward me and slowly rubbed herself over me as she undressed. Off came her blouse, revealing no bra. She had nice tits. They weren't great. They were starting to show a little sag, but she wasn't a spring chicken in the stripper world. We were both 29 and she had been around a while. She stroked her body up against me, rubbing my cock with her bare tits. It felt good. I could feel it getting harder. She stood up and turned around. She slowly pulled her jeans and panties down in one motion, bending over in front of me, her delectable ass and pussy on display as she bent over. I could see her shaved lips clearly and her asshole looked delectable. I wanted to fuck her in the ass tonight. She had let me a few times. 

Now that she was naked, she moved to her bag and pulled out a flavored condom. She loved the strawberry ones because she said they masked the taste of the condom. She strutted over to me and knelt between my legs. She looked up at me.

"I think somebody really wants to fuck tonight."

"Oh, yeah. I want to fuck you in the ass tonight."

She grinned. "Hmmm. I guess so." She rolled the condom over my cock and then lowered her mouth. She bobbed up and down, making sure to do it hard enough that I could feel it. I leaned back and relaxed and watched. The girl knew how to earn her money.

She stood up and crawled up onto my lap, putting her pussy right over my cock and her tits right in my face. I suckled on her tits, making her moan. She loved having them sucked hard and lightly bitten. I knew her pretty well by now. As I did that, she moved her pussy back and forth over my cock, which she had trapped up against my stomach. She was really getting into it, so she must have been hornier than I was. 

I finally put my hands on her hips, lifted her a little and tried to point my cock at her pussy. She reached down and held it in place as I settled her onto it. She moaned and I groaned and we got her onto my cock. She started rocking and leaned back. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to get her off before I fucked her in the ass. I nibbled on her tits and she ground her cunt on my cock, rubbing her clit against me. I reached around and tickled her ass with a finger and she started humping me really hard. She was getting into it now and so I started humping back. I slid down on the couch so that I was lying more horizontal and let her bounce on my dick. I reached down and rubbed her clit and fucked up into her. She kept humping and humping, trying to reach that elusive orgasm. I was fucking into her, she was rotating her hips, and I was rubbing her clit. I was starting to get a little tired of this position when she suddenly started shaking all over.


Damaged Property



"Oh, fuck. That's it. Right there. Fuck me hard. Fuck! Fuck!" She kept yelling fuck while she jerked and spasmed, her body having reached orgasm. When she was done she lay down flat against me and put her head on my shoulder. "Fuck, I really needed that." 

"Mmmm. I could see that."

She sat up and grinned. "You ready for some ass, you dirty fucker you?"

"Oh, yeah."

Denise stood up and waved me up. She went to her bag and retrieved a bottle of lube. I guess she always carried it with her. She came back, handed me the bottle, and knelt on the couch, facing the back and her ass facing me. 

"Nice." I slapped her lightly on the ass and she giggled and wiggled it. She did have one of the best asses I'd seen. It was a little bit of a bubble butt, not very big, but cute and hot.

"Don't be hasty." Denise was looking over her shoulder at me.

"Don't worry." I squirted a little lube on her ass, just above her asshole and kept my fingers under her asshole, letting the lube run down a little. Then, when it reached her asshole, I started rubbing around it and working the lube around the sphincter. I then squirted just a dab directly on my fingers and started working them in. Two went in easily and I finger fucked her ass. She arched her back a little.

"Mmmm. You are the only one who does this properly to really get me ready for being fucked in the ass."

I grinned. I figured I wasn't the only one who liked to fuck her cute, little ass. I pulled my fingers out and with a little more lube, got my cock ready. It was like an iron bar now. I loved playing with her asshole and getting it ready for a fuck. I lined my cock up with her asshole and pushed firmly. The head popped in and I stopped. Denise moaned. I pushed again and I entered her pretty easily. 

"Oh, fuck, that's good." Denise evidently liked it, too, and she arched her back to get a better angle.

I slapped her on the ass. "Quiet, bitch. Man at work back here." 

She laughed. "Quit joking around and fuck my ass, you pervert."

"Me?" I started slowly fucking her ass with long strokes. "The nude stripper who loves being fucked in the ass calls me a pervert?"

"Shut up and fuck!" And with that she put her head down and arched her back more. 

I started fucking her then, my hips making contact with her ass. I watched her body ripple with the impact of my contact as I fucked her. God, she was tight. I fucked and fucked. I guess she could tell I was getting close.

"Pull out and cum all over my back." 

I hesitated for a second. This was a first. She had never let me take off the condom at any time during sex. With that additional motivation I pounded her pretty ass until I was ready to explode. I could feel that initial tingling so I yanked my cock out of her ass, ripped off the condom, and jacked my cock. I exploded onto her back. The first three shots went to her shoulder blades and would have gone farther if I had not pointed my cock down. With the last few I painted her ass as she peered over her shoulder at me. 

When I had finished, she grinned. "I think you liked that. Now go get some paper towels."

"Oh, yeah. That was great. Thanks." I went into the kitchen to get some paper towels. I came back and wiped her down. 

"Can I take a quick shower now?" Denise stood up and put a hand on my chest.

"Sure. After that, I doubt you want to get dressed without one."

Denise smiled and then looked up at me a little more seriously. "I could tell you needed something different tonight. You were in one of those dark moods. I hadn't seen you in one for a while." She walked toward the bathroom and I admired her slender body. "I'll just be a minute."

I sat down and waited. She only took a couple of minutes and then came out wrapped in a towel, her hair tied up on her head to keep it dry. 

I looked at her. "Thanks."

I reached for my wallet and pulled out $300 from the cash I had just gotten at the ATM. I held it out to Denise.

She didn't put her hand out, but looked at me seriously. Now what? "John, I would fuck you free any time if you would consider our relationship to be anything more than dinner and a fuck. The only time you come to see me is to get laid. I would like to think that we really are still friends."

I stared at her. I didn't know if I could be friends with a stripper. I just stood there for a second as we looked at each other. I thrust the $300 out to her. She looked at me for a second and then took the money.

"That's what I thought." She sounded angry.

"What?" Why the fuck was she pissed off.

"Nothing. Let's just stay fuck-buddies and to hell with friends." She started getting dressed.

"What are you talking about Denise?"

"Don't worry about it. I know who and what I am. I just wish I could say the same about you." She was dressed now and putting away her last few things.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" I was getting a little angry again.

She had all her things together and turned to face me before heading for the door. "John, I've known you since high school. This guy here?" She waved at me with her hand. "This is not the real you. I know guys who are really like this and you are not one of them. You are a fucking liar who hides behind his conquests of easy women and paid sex with a stripper. You'd never consider me a real friend because you don't like the idea of being friends with a stripper that you pay to fuck you. Unfortunately, I like you a lot as a friend and have since high school. The guy I got to know in high school was a happy, decent guy. Now you act like a fucking asshole by fucking everything that moves and paying for sex from the one woman who really likes you and wants to be your friend. You're fucked up, John, and hiding behind that façade. You need to get back to being you because everyone I knew liked that guy and this is just not you. Until you do, you'll continue to have these dark moods and be angry at women all the time. You need to figure it out." She headed for the door, leaving me speechless. She turned as she got there. "And maybe you shouldn't come back to the club for a while, okay?"

As she opened the door and headed outside I followed her. "Yeah, well you're a real piece of work, selling yourself like that. Don't judge me, you slut."

She turned and looked very calm. "John, I know exactly what I am. Do you?"

I stood there stunned as she got into her car and drove away. Well, fuck her. I knew who I was. I didn't need some whore telling me who or what I needed to do in my life. Who was she to judge? She was stripping nude and rubbing up against guys, whoring herself out to me, and she told me I was fucked up? Fuck her!

I went inside and seethed as I got ready for bed. I looked at the clock and it was 2am. I tossed and turned and remember seeing the clock hit 4am before I dozed off.

Sunday

I woke at 10am on Sunday and couldn't sleep any more. At least I didn't have the dream. It had tapered off after a few months, but was once again increasing in frequency as we approached the first anniversary of the events. I watched a little TV, and then went to the computer to do some work. I finished some financials for my boss and was relaxing and reading a book when my doorbell rang.

I answered the door and was surprised to find Jen standing there. I opened the door and waved her in. I decided to be nice, since she was my sister's friend and just maybe I could get laid. "Come in, Jen. I didn't think I'd see you again."

She walked in and looked around. "I was in the area and thought I'd drop by." She turned and smiled. "Nice place you have here."

"Thanks. So what made you want to stop by?"

"I just wanted to apologize about yesterday."

I put up my hand. "I don't want to talk about that."

Jen looked away quickly and took a deep breath. She looked up at me again and I was watching her. She saw me, smiled sheepishly, and then looked at the floor for a second. I could see her take a deep breath. "I swore to myself that I would tell you this when I got back here. I've been planning on coming here for a while and facing you."

I looked at her perplexed. Was it something about my sister? She and Carole had been pretty tight from when they were very young all the way through college. "Ooookay. Would you like something to drink?"

She let out a deep breath. "Please. Beer if you have one."

"I have Guinness, Pale Ale, and some Corona Light."

"I'll take the Corona Light."

I went into the kitchen and she followed. I opened the refrigerator, took out a beer and a lime and she grinned. I looked her over. She was better looking than I thought the other day. 

"Lime, too, eh? Nice."

I got out a knife and started cutting. She started talking.

"John, do you remember how I was always around when we were in high school?"

I chuckled. "Oh, yeah. You seemed to be here more than at your home."

"Yes, but I was around you and your friends a lot. And then when I got to college I used to come home with your sister a lot to see if you were here."

I turned and she looked at me and then away and then back at me. I was starting to get the idea. "You had a crush on me?"

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I had an over the moon crush on you."

I shook my head and smiled. "Really? Man, I never even knew it. I must have been pretty dense back then."

She stared at me and shuffled her feet as I handed her the beer. She took a big gulp. "Well, you were a few years older and always busy. Anyway, what I wanted to say John, is that I'm still attracted to you."

I stared at her, frowning. "Jen, we haven't seen each other in about 5 years." I suddenly decided it might not be a good idea to have sex with her if she was that attracted to me. It might get complicated and turn into a mess, both commitment wise and with my sister. Besides, I had plenty of pussy.

"Yes, but as soon as I saw you at that bar the other night, I knew I was still attracted to you."

"Jen, look..." I started to try to alleviate her fears, but she carried on.

"I'm going to be here a while, will you go out with me?"

I stared harder, shocked. "You're asking me out on a date?"

"Yes." She started shifting her weight from foot to foot and I could see her nervousness.

Why the hell not? If she was attracted to me, I should be able to get her into bed. She's a big girl. She can handle it when I dump her ass. I'd just have to be careful of the situation with Carole. "Sure. I'd love to go out on a date. Only, I haven't been on a date in a while. What do you propose?" I figured I might as well put the ball in her court.

"How about we go to a small restaurant for dinner and then see a movie."

I shrugged my shoulders; dinner and a movie. That sounded familiar. "Sounds good. When?" 

"How about tonight?"

I had nothing else planned, except I had to be at work in the morning. "Sure." I looked over at the wall clock. "It's 2pm now. How about 5? We can eat over near the mall and then go in there and catch one of the newer movies. I don't want to be out too late. I have a busy day tomorrow at work."

"Okay, that works for me. See you at 5." She turned toward the door. 

"Uh, wait a second. Should I pick you up or will you come here?"

She hesitated for a second. "I'll just come back here and we can go in your car."

"Okay, cool. See you at 5." She turned and went out the door and I watched the sway of her ass all the way to the car. Nice. I would enjoy tapping that ass, but the question remained; should I?

-- 

At almost exactly 5pm, Jen pulled up in front of my house. She got out and I let her come to the door and ring the doorbell. I answered and asked if she wanted anything to drink, but she declined and we set out in my car for an early dinner. I found out that she had been in school for the last few years getting her degree in counseling. Interesting.

We got to the mall and found a decent Mexican restaurant next door and got seated. At this time on a Sunday, it was pretty empty.

We sat and ordered beer and then dinner. 

"So, what are you doing now?" She finally got around to asking me what I do for a living.

"I'm the Project Manager of a small web software project."

She nodded. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's okay. So what are you going to do now that you are out of school?"

"I'm interviewing for a job in the next town over at a rehab center. I decided that was where I could do the most good."

"Most good for whom?"

She looked at me funny. "For the people who need it."

I could tell she didn't like my tone, but I didn't care. "And what about you? What's best for you?"

She stared at me still. "It'll be good for me, too. I'll be helping people and that will make me feel like I'm doing something worthwhile."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay."

The waitress brought the food to our table after that and we ate as we tiptoed around the obvious. I could tell by our discussion that she was forming an opinion of me and my lifestyle. She didn't like it. Whatever!

We finished and she insisted that we split the bill, so we did. We got up, went to the movie theater and then selected a movie. It was a semi-action movie. We got some drinks and popcorn and took our seats.

The movie was okay, but nothing fantastic. We exited and went back to the Mexican place for a couple of beers. After we had been there a couple of minutes Jen turned to me.

I could see the wheels turning in her pretty little head and she had a serious look with the slight beginnings of a frown. "You've changed, you know that?"

"Yeah? Changing your mind about me?"

"Maybe." She was interrupted by the waitress and I ordered another beer. She continued after the waitress left. "I've heard about you since I got back and I asked some friends about what's going on with you. And you confirmed that tonight. I remember you when you were younger. You were the decent guy. You were the guy who didn't pay attention to what everyone else thought; you were your own person. That meant that you sometimes associated with and helped out those who were considered outsiders or not part of the main crowd. It meant that you didn't follow idiots who thought they were in charge. I really admired you for that. Now all I see is a guy who is angry at the world, uses women like tissues, and can't get over the past."

I grinned. I had been ready for her to bring this up and had steeled myself for it. "Careful, your counseling ways are showing."

"I don't care about that. Even without training I could see that you can't get over your fiancée's betrayal and then your sister's accident."

The grin disappeared from my face; time to make a point about this. I leaned forward so that I would not yell. "You are way too deep into my personal life, Jen. Now back off before you find yourself stranded here."

She pulled her head back and looked at me in surprise. "I believe you would really do that."

"You are exactly correct. I'll leave you here in an instant if you continue down that fucking lane."

She looked down and then up at her beer. She took a couple of quick swigs of the beer and then pushed it away. "Take me back to your place so I can get my car. I can't sit here any longer."

I shrugged. "Suit yourself." Fortunately, I had prepared myself for this, but inside I was seething. How dare she try to analyze me.

We rode home without speaking, just the radio playing in the background. When we got to my house, she got out and stood outside the car. I got out and walked around to face her.

"Want to come in?" I said it with sarcasm since I knew there was no chance of that.

"So you can make another conquest? You want to add me to your list of cheap fucks?"

I had had enough of this. "Listen you sanctimonious little bitch. I didn't ask you out, you asked me. I am who I am, so live with it or get the hell away from me."

She turned and walked to her car. When she turned back to me there were tears in her eyes. "You're a fucking asshole."

I grinned and flipped her off. She drove away.

I went into my house and plopped down in front of the TV. I turned on Sportscenter to see what had happened in sports that day. Fucking bitch!

Monday

I woke up after the same dream as I had Saturday night, only in this version I started beating my fiancée, Miranda, and her fucking lover, Scott. I got up and got a drink of water. I looked at myself in the mirror. Is that what I really wanted to do? Is that why I had been so angry lately? I didn't feel like I got to take out my anger on Miranda and Scott? And why did Denise bring that up and get so angry, she was a fucking stripper for Christ's sake. And then Jen comes around, says she had a crush on me and starts bringing up that shit.

Fuck, this was going to drive me crazy. I had gotten some measure of revenge by driving straight to Miranda's house where her college roommate was visiting and giving her the fucked up news. She apparently went postal on her boyfriend when he showed up, hitting him with her heavy purse while he just tried to block the blows. He ended up with a broken nose and a lot of bruises. Miranda probably got beat up just as much, only psychologically. Her mother and father were rather conservative and had been shocked and dismayed at the events that had transpired only 2 months before our wedding. I had not heard a peep from anyone in that family since that day.

And, of course, there was me. I had been very angry and had taken it out on everyone. The only person who I felt comfortable talking to about it and who was my real sounding board had been my sister, Candice. And then she was taken from me by an asshole that crossed the center line of a small two lane road on a foggy night. There was normally nobody on that road that late at night, but that night there just happened to be Candice. The nicest, most understanding, beautiful woman I knew. She was more than a sister. She had turned into my best friend. Fuck!

Tuesday - Friday

The rest of the week went pretty well at work. On Friday afternoon, my boss called me into his office. He asked me to close the door and sit. This was unusual. I sat and he smiled at me. "So how are things going, John?"

I gave him my best smile. "Everything's going well. The code is coming along and our database updates are working well. I think we'll be done in plenty of time for regression testing."

He smiled. "I know. You're doing a great job with the project. I meant in your personal life. You seem a little uptight and tense this week."

My smile faded. "Uh, it's fine. I'm getting better every day." I had been here for 5 years, so he knew all about me and the problems that had occurred in the last year. I wondered if he also knew that Sunday was the first anniversary of my sister's death. 

I could feel his eyes on me. He was watching me closely. He was a good manager and knew his people well. I tried not to let anything show through, but he was very good at reading us.

"John, I know the last year has been rough on you. If you want to see a counselor, we have a new company counselor that may help you talk about all this and get it off your chest."

I looked at him. Did I really want to do that? My buddies would have a field day with that. "No, I think I'm getting better. I just had a rough week, that's all."

"Okay, well, it's confidential so if you decide you want to, do so. Nobody will know, not even me. I just want you to know that it's available. You are a valuable manager and great person. I just want to see you get over all that's happened."

I nodded, trying to end this conversation and get the hell out of his office. At least he knew better than to bring up the names or any specifics. "Okay, thanks Don. I appreciate the concern."

He stared at me for a second and our eyes locked. Finally, he motioned we were done. "Okay, see you later."




Damaged Property



"Alright, later." I got up and left as calmly as possible when I really wanted to run from the room. I sat at my desk and tried to bury myself in my work, but it was difficult. Too many things were running around in my head.

Finally, at about 4pm, an hour earlier than usual for me, I got up and left. I headed home and made a beeline for the fridge. I downed the first beer in about 15 seconds and then took the second one into the den. I sipped it while I flipped channels. 

I dozed off and when I woke up, it was 7pm. Time for a little pussy run. I took a shower, cleaned up, and put on some party clothes. I looked in the mirror. Yeah, I was ready. I called my buddies and headed out.

When I got to my favorite club, I noticed that things were still a little quiet. It was still not even 9pm. I hung out at the bar and then Randy came in and joined me. We grabbed one of the still empty tables and started waiting for the honeys to show up. It usually started getting crowded about 10. I was getting too drunk, too fast, so I asked for a ginger ale. For some reason that always made me feel better. I was sipping on it and enjoying the scenery that was arriving when Jen walked in with a friend. She saw me and immediately went the other direction. Shit! I knew all this shit between me and her was going to get back to my sister, Carole. I should probably go apologize so that that didn't come back to bite me. Carole could be pretty caustic and I hadn't seen her in a year. I just heard from her over the phone every so often, and it was never a good conversation.

I waited until Randy got back from scouting out a couple of prospects and then headed to the other side of the club to find Jen. I saw her over near the corner of the juke box. It was playing right now since there was no band tonight. She was talking to two guys and she looked a little unsteady. I watched closely and I could tell by her body language that she was feeling intimidated and maybe a little drunk. My sister, Candice, had described how these things happen in college and made me aware of the body language that a woman exhibited when she was in that sort of trouble. The two guys looked like they were going to devour her right there. Fuck. I didn't want some assholes taking advantage of her and raping her, did I? Was it really any of my business? She's a big girl.

I kept walking past her and went to the men's room. I took a piss and debated the situation with myself the entire time. Shit! I can't let it happen to my sister's college roommate. She has also been nothing but nice to my entire family our whole lives. Besides, nobody deserved to get fucked over like that.

I went back out and checked out the situation. She was looking more out of it and they seemed to almost be leaning into her, trapping her in the corner. I'd seen these guys around and they were probably the type, too. I walked over to the juke box and when I got there I acted like I hadn't seen her until just now.

"Jen! Jen, how are you girl?" I moved between the one guy and the juke box so that she had a way to get to me. She practically jumped into my arms and gave me a hug. "Hey, Randy and I are sitting over there and my sister Carole may be in later."

Jen stared at me for a moment. She was not as smooth at picking up on my hints as I would have thought, but then her eyes were a little glazed and the pupils were way too large. "Okay." She turned to the two guys. "I have to go."

They started to protest, but I immediately kept things moving. "Jen was my sister's college roommate. You don't mind if I borrow her, eh?" I ushered Jen away from the two assholes as they cursed me none too quietly. I looked over my shoulder as I got back to the table. I would have to keep an eye on those two.

When I got Jen to the table, Randy was there holding the fort and stared at me as I brought Jen with me. I shrugged my shoulders as he gave me a questioning look. I leaned toward him. "It looked like they were getting ready to work her over." Randy knew immediately what I meant. 

Randy went to get a couple more drinks and I saw that Jen was slipping away quickly. Did these assholes really slip her a mickey and not just get her drunk? From the look of her eyes, that's what happened. What the fuck?

When Randy came back I told him that I think they had slipped her one and that I was going to take her home. He agreed that was a good idea. I turned to Jen, who was having trouble standing. "C'mon, Jen, let's go."

She looked up at me and smiled. "Okay." She slurred even that one word and looked at me with that puppy-love look usually reserved for 15-year old girls. Christ, what a mess!

Randy and I propped her between us and took her out to my car. I told Randy to be on the lookout for those two assholes, but we didn't see them.

We got Jen into my car and by the time I went around and got in to start it, she was passed out. Well, what the fuck was I going to do now? I had no idea where she was staying.

I drove to my house and figured that would have to do. I had to pick her up and carry her in. At least she was pretty light.

I walked her into my bedroom and put her on the bed. Now what? Do I undress her or is that going to freak her out? I stared at her. Oh, fuck it. I saved her ass, so she could just deal with it. I pulled her heels off and put them aside. I unzipped her dress and after rocking her back and forth and having to roll it down slowly, finally got it off. She flopped around, completely oblivious to everything. They had definitely slipped her something.

I took a look once I worked the dress off. She was wearing very functional underwear, bikini panties and bra. Nothing too sexy, but she did look good. Nice shape, small waist, flared hips, and just enough tits and ass. Good tight little package. Wish she was awake. Damn!

I pulled the covers out from under her, covered her up, and went into my den. I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and got into my recliner. I had to get another bed into the other empty bedroom. I had put my office in one of the other two bedrooms not counting the master bedroom, but the third one was full of boxes. Well, that was for another day. I put the TV on and watched a rerun of Armageddon, with Bruce Willis. It put me to sleep. I had seen it about 10 times already.

Saturday

I woke up and looked at the clock on my cable box. It was 4:30. I had been sweating and squirming, the dream coming once again. As I came to I realized that I was in the recliner. I got up and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. When I got to the sink, there was enough light from the moon to see that someone was sitting at the table. I stopped, momentarily stunned, and stared. 

"Hi." Jen was sitting there having some water and wearing my robe.

"Hi." I went to the cabinet, grabbed a glass, and filled it with water. "What are you doing up?"

"Wondering what I'm doing in your house, in my underwear, in your bed."

Was that an accusation? Was she pissed off? Really? "Look, you were being set up in the club last night. Those two guys you were talking to slipped you a mickey so they could slip you something more a little later. You really need to be more careful."

Jen stared at me. "And you came to my rescue like a knight in shining armor, eh?"

I stared at her. Let it go, let it go. Be nice. She's your sister's best friend. "Well, I wouldn't put it that way. But I definitely don't want to see some woman get raped. There's never a good reason for that."

She stared at me for a second and I really wanted to see her eyes, but it was too dark. "Well, that's the first thing we have agreed on lately, isn't it."

Fuck. I need to apologize before my sister, Carole, the one with the biggest mouth and who could be the biggest pain in the ass got wind of how I treated Jen. I had to be nice. 

"Look, Jen, about the other night..."

Jen held up a hand. "No, don't apologize about our date. If you aren't really sorry, don't apologize, and I don't think you are. Besides, saving me from a terrible fate at the hands of two guys is more than enough thanks. If that's what they were going to do."

"Well tell me this. How many drinks did you have?"

"Two that I remember."

"Do you normally get drunk on two drinks?"

She hesitated and frowned at that. "Never."

"Did they buy the second one for you at the bar and bring it to you?"

"Yes."

"Well, based on that and the way you reacted to the second drink, I'd definitely say you were drugged."

She seemed to be staring right through me for a few seconds and then nodded. "So let me get this straight. You are a complete asshole, chasing women only so you can fuck them, going through them like they are disposable, you have a major anger problem because of what happened last year, and yet you go out of your way to save me, someone you've just seen for the first time in years, from what you suspect was a set up to be raped. Is that right?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, that's right." She was making me angry again.

"It just seems a little out of character for the current you."

"Fuck you, Jen. I was just trying to help. Why don't you go back and find those guys, I'm sure they'd be glad to slip you another one."

She stood and put her hand on my arm. "Relax. I'm stunned, but extremely grateful. No woman wants to think about being drugged and taken against her will. Maybe there's hope for you yet."

I stared at her. Her touch made me remember how she looked in her underwear. I wanted to fuck her - but then again, I realized that I didn't. It was best not to get involved with her, right? It was too close to home. I took a deep breath. "Okay. It's just that, well, my sister told me what she saw happen in college and how it looked. I saw that and figured I couldn't let that happen to a family friend."

She grinned. "Asshole." But she said that good-naturedly. "So I take it you took my dress off?"

I grinned now. "Yes. Nice underwear."

"Asshole." She playfully punched my arm. Then she surprised me and hugged me. I stood there and hugged her back with one hand while the other held my water. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jen finally pulled back. She reached up and put a hand behind my head and pulled me down to kiss her. I kissed her and she kept it a light one, our lips barely touching and then separating as they stuck together slightly. She released my head and pulled back. "Thank you." She turned and left for the bedroom.

I stood there for a second. The kiss had been very nice and even a little erotic. There was no tongue, no passionate groping, just a very light kiss on the lips. But it came across as erotic enough that I started getting a chubby. What the fuck was that?

Shit. I returned to my recliner and crawled back in. I needed some sleep.

-- 

I woke up again at 10am with a very stiff back. I blinked and realized that I had been awakened by the smell of food cooking. My stomach growled, so I got up. Jen must be making something.

When I got to the kitchen, Jen stood there, dressed in her nice silky dress from last night, barefoot, and was whipping up some eggs. It was a very nice sight to see in my kitchen in the morning. I found that the smell that had hit me was the biscuits in the oven, but Jen also looked good enough to eat.

"Good morning."

Jen jumped slightly and then turned, grinning. "Good morning. I have a headache, probably from the drug I was given, and I always feel better after eating, so I thought I would fix some breakfast."

"Fine with me. You can cook me breakfast any time."

Jen looked at me with a smirk on her face. "I'll ignore the normal implications of that statement."

"Whatever." I said it playfully as she appeared to be in a playful mood, too. I actually felt pretty good considering I had slept in a recliner and had had another bad dream.

Jen finished beating the eggs and poured them into a skillet to scramble them. "You know, one might think that you were not a complete misogynist based on last night's actions."

"Yeah, so what?"

She turned to look at me. "I wanted to thank you again."

I shrugged. I didn't any more accolades. "Don't worry about it."

"You know I have a lot of thoughts about you and how you've changed, but I'm trying to keep them to myself."

"Good." I looked at her pointedly.

Jen stared back. "But I will say I think you need to talk to someone."

"Not your concern." I pointed at her, making it clear this was off limits.

She watched me closely for a few more seconds and then turned to work on the scrambled eggs. "I don't give up easily."

"Me, neither."

The eggs were finished and we had breakfast. We discussed everything except what she really wanted to and what I was avoiding. Good. 

When Jen left I went in to see what sports were on TV. I was going to lounge for a while. When the TV came on and I brought up the cable guide, the date was there. It reminded me that tomorrow was the day. One year since my sister died needlessly. It was interesting that the first anniversary of catching my fiancée fucking someone did not affect me. Losing my sister would always do so.

I got up and called Randy. I went over to his place and we all got drunk.

Sunday - first anniversary of Candice's accident

When I awoke on Sunday I stared at the ceiling. I could feel the tears trying to form, but I held them back. Candice was the best sister and friend anyone could hope for. She was beautiful, loving, caring, never put herself first, and always made sure I was okay. She was a year younger than me, but always tried to look out for my interests. She had even made sure I invited Miranda over for her to get to know before I asked her to marry me. Candice was my girlfriend approver. She was always looking out for me and I tried to do the same for her. Then she was killed in an accident after trying to take care of me. It was my fault. All of it was my fault. My fiancée, my sister, all of it. Shit!

I forced myself from the bed, showered, and plopped in front of the TV. I was on my fifth or sixth beer, along with 3 shots of Jack, when the doorbell rang. I was in no mood for company. I was angry, morose, drunk, and just plain pissed off.

I answered the door and Jen stood there, a large pot in her hand. "Hi, can I come in?"

I glared at her. "What for?" I said it angrily.

She stared at me. She knew. I could see it in her eyes. She knew exactly what day this was. "I just wanted to be nice and bring you some homemade chili."

I stared at her. I was drunk and wallowing in my pity. I didn't want anyone else there. "I'm not hungry."

Jen looked at me for a second and just stepped forward to push her way past me. "I'll just put it on the stove."

I had moved back reflexively when she moved forward, so I didn't stop her. She went into the kitchen and I went back to my recliner. I heard her turn on the stove and then she was standing beside me. "What are you watching?"

"Nothing."

She looked up at the TV. A baseball game was on. I didn't even know who was playing at that point. "Let's find something else then." She reached down and picked up the remote from the end table next to me. I started to protest, but then decided to just let her do whatever she wanted. Once she left, I could change it back.

"Here we go." I looked up at the TV after putting my beer down. She had it on a movie and I couldn't make it out. 

I turned to look at Jen and she was staring at me. I could see the pity in her eyes. "I don't need your pity."

She continued to stare back. "It's not pity. It's called compassion."

I waved her away. "Whatever." I put my head back and heard her move back into the kitchen. I looked up and watched part of the movie, but I was too buzzed to really care. Then Jen was suddenly there in front of me with a bowl of chili.

"How about something other than a liquid diet today, huh? I think you would like to be able to go to work tomorrow."

I looked at the chili in her hands. "I really don't care about tomorrow right now."

Jen sat on the arm of the chair and I looked up at her. She looked so good just then. Her hair was falling down around her face and her lips were red and so kissable. Her hip was touching my shoulder and I wanted her. Fuck! I shook my head. Just stop it. It's not a good idea to sleep with your sister's best friend.

I took the chili. "It smells good."

Jen smiled. "I'm a good cook, didn't you know that?"

"No, why should I?"

"Because I think I kept your sister and I alive and skinny in college. Everyone else was eating junk and put on the freshman 15 easily."

"Freshman 15?"

"Yeah, that's what they call the initial weight gain that seems to happen to college freshman when they are first away from home; fifteen pounds. It's caused by the late night eating, the fact that this is the first time alcohol is plentiful, and all the fast food."

"Oh." I tasted the chili. Either it was very good or my taste buds were just overcome with joy at having something other than alcohol. "It's good." It even had some small bits of jalapeno in it, which I liked.

"Thanks." Jen sat back with a grin on her face and I watched her watch me.

"What?" I took another large bite.

"You know, you are really not the womanizer you make yourself out to be."

"I know some women who might disagree with you."

"Yeah, but I think I'm learning a lot about you. Now if you would just open up about some of the key events in your life, you'd be much better and could get past it."

I looked from her to the TV. "This is a good movie." I tried to eat more chili and ignore Jen. I really had no idea what the fucking movie was.

"Don't change the subject."

"The last subject was boring me."

"No, it wasn't. You just can't face it. Well, you will have to next Saturday. Carole is having a birthday party for her daughter, your niece, and you need to attend. You haven't been over to Carole's since Candice's funeral and have never seen her daughter."

Carole had been enormously pregnant at Candice's funeral. It had made many people uncomfortable. I stared at the TV, trying to will Jen to leave. It wasn't working. "Whatever. I'll be there."

Jen stood up. "Good, I'll be there, too."

Well that was fucking great.

Jen went into the kitchen for her own bowl of chili and then came back and sat down. Shit, she wasn't leaving. I tried to ignore her and kept drinking. She refilled my chili bowl and I ate a second bowl, but I kept drinking and ignoring Jen. She just sat there and watched some stupid movies with me. I remember it starting to get dark and then nothing.

I woke up and it was dark and there were two people pulling me out of the chair. I helped them pull me up a little, but I couldn't make out who it was. They smelled great, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I remember being led to my bed and then - nothing.

-

I woke up and realized that it was very dark in my room. I felt better and I looked over at the windows where Jen must have made sure the drapes were tightly closed. I turned a little to my left and there was a body there. It was Jen. She had crawled into bed with me. She was covered and sleeping peacefully, facing away from me. I needed to piss badly, so I got up and did that. I came back into the room and Jen had rolled over on her back, the sheet slipping to her waist. She had undressed to her panties and bra evidently. Her body was lean and lithe. She looked so good lying there. I crawled back into bed and ran my hand over her stomach. She was very warm. I stared at her. What the hell was she doing? Did she really think that she could change me? Weren't women always trying to change their men? Wasn't that what got them into trouble, expecting them to change when it was so difficult to get anyone to change? And why was she in my bed if she wanted to avoid having sex with me or didn't like me?




Damaged Property



I lay down, propping my head on my one arm, and stared at her face from about a foot away, watching her breathe. She looked so peaceful and beautiful lying there. She suddenly stretched which just highlighted her body for me and made me horny. I wanted to take her right there, but I was still concerned about getting involved with her since she was my sister's best friend and seemed to be set on "fixing" me. I shoved that thought to the back of my mind and started lightly running my hand over her stomach in small circles.

Her eyes opened and she saw I was looking at her. She smiled and made no attempt to cover herself. I knew then that I wanted her despite my misgivings and that she wanted it, too.

"Good morning."

She looked around. "Is it?"

I leaned toward her, not quickly, but not slowly, just wanting to kiss her and give her a chance to back away. I don't know why. She was in my bed, in her undergarments. She let me kiss her and then she kissed back hard. The little minx wanted it as much as I did.

I kept kissing her and ran my hands down over her bra-encased tits and across her bare stomach, feeling the bare skin and relishing the skin to skin contact. I pulled back and she stared at me.

Jen looked me in the eyes and then shyly looked away. "You know I've always loved you." She said it in a whisper like somebody else might hear it or it was a secret.

"So I have seen."

"I know that you don't love me, but I want you right now. Even if we never get any further, I want this one time to remember."

I grinned. "No pressure though, huh?"

She smiled. "No." She got out of bed. "First, I need to brush my teeth. I don't suppose you have an extra toothbrush in your bathroom."

"Right hand drawer."

I followed her cute little butt into the bathroom to do the same.

She opened the drawer and there were about 10 unopened toothbrushes in there. She looked at me. "I should have known you'd be ready for anything."

I shrugged my shoulders. She knew what I was like. Get over it.

So we both brushed our teeth and returned to the bedroom. Jen stood on the other side from me and took a deep breath. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She pulled it off and put it on the chair. Her tits were small and pert, probably a B-cup, with pink areola and average size nipples. She then skinned off her panties and I saw her completely naked for the first time. She was beautifully put together. Everything was in proportion, small, lithe, and unmarked. Her pussy had hair over the top, but the lips were clean. She put a hand on her hip and let me look. That surprised me. 

"Your turn." She grinned and stood there.

I only had my boxers on, so I slid them down and let her see my trimmed, but not shaved crotch. Her stripping had fattened up my dick a little and she stared at it.

"Nice."

I grinned. "Thanks. You look beautiful."

She smiled and actually blushed at that, I think. It was still pretty dim in the room, but that seemed to embarrass her more than stripping in front of me.

We crawled into bed and fell into each other's arms. I kissed her and ran my hands over her smooth skin. It felt silky. I broke our kiss and kissed along her jaw to her neck while running my hands over her cute little ass. She turned her head and gave me her neck. I kissed and sucked it. Then I worked my way down to her tits. The nipples were standing up, begging for my kisses, so I gave them the attention they deserved. I kissed and sucked on one, then the other, kissing my way between them slowly. 

Suddenly, Jen pushed me onto my back and reached down to grab my now fully hard cock. "I need some of this now."

She bent over and sucked on my cock, feeding it to herself with her left hand. She sucked on it for a minute or so and then crawled up over me.

"I need it now." And then she got it. She sat down on my cock and her pussy was very wet and receptive. She groaned as she got it all the way in and she settled her weight on me. "Very nice."

I reached up and pinched her nipples lightly. "Yes, very nice."

Jen grinned and started grinding on me, rotating her pelvis and working her hips in little circles. I grabbed her hips and helped her. We worked together to get her the maximum effect on her pussy and clit and it worked. She started moving a little faster and bucking her hips more. Then faster, and finally she leaned forward and just worked her hips up and down as she fucked herself on my cock. I thrust with her, burying my cock hard against her, our pubic bones banging against each other. I lifted my head and fed on her nipples as she got close. 

When she reached orgasm, Jen opened her mouth in a silent scream and jerked several times to finish her orgasm. I had gotten close, but fortunately held off. Jen sat there, enjoying her orgasm for a few seconds and then opened her eyes and looked at me. "Are you close?"

"Oh, yes. So you'd better get off me."

"Why?"

I looked down at our crotches. "I didn't put on a condom."

Jens suddenly rose up. "Oh, shit, I forgot."

"Sorry."

She looked at me. "Don't be. We just got caught up in it because it's early and we are hung over."

I looked over at the clock. 11am. "Uh, it's not that early."

Jen reached down and grabbed my cock. "Do you want to put one on?" She stroked it a little. "Or do you want me to finish you with my hands?" She gave me a little grin.

I hadn't had a hand job since high school. I looked at her and pulled her close. "I'd rather put one on and fuck you properly."

There was a momentary flicker of hurt in her face, and I wondered if she was hurt because I had used the word 'fuck' instead of 'make love'. Whatever it was, it passed quickly or she managed to mask it because she agreed. "Put one on."

I reached to the bedside table and retrieved one from the drawer. I ripped it open and pulled it out. I put it over my cock and rolled it down. I then crawled up over Jen and she opened her legs, letting me in between them. I centered my dick and worked it into her. She laid her head back and groaned. I then fucked her. I guess it was fucking, because it was definitely sex, but there was obviously more evidence of feeling on her part based on the way she reacted. She seemed to relish it more than most of the women I had slept with. I mean, they had orgasms, and we had a lot of fun having sex, but Jen closed her eyes and smiled and seemed to relish each thrust more than anyone I had ever seen. There was a look of pure contentment on her face that I had never seen before. After about three or four minutes she bucked against me real hard and I could tell she was working toward another orgasm. I continued to thrust until she did and then I came hard myself. I guess I was hornier than I thought because I came harder than I had in a while.

I lay on top of Jen, catching my breath for a few seconds. When I tried to get off her, she put her legs and arms around me and held me. 

"Just let me enjoy this for a few more seconds. Please."

I obliged. She had her eyes closed and this little grin on her face and held me for about 30 seconds. "Okay, that's good."

I got up, removed the condom and put it in the trash, and lay next to her. I had to admit that for a quick hangover fuck, it was pretty good.

Jen turned and snuggled up against me. "Thank you."

"It was good for me, too."

She rose up on one elbow. "I mean thank you for letting me have sex with you this one time."

I grinned. "There's always a next time."

She looked at me seriously. "No, I can't. Besides, I wouldn't want to break up your record of never sleeping with the same woman twice."

Talk about a downer. She quashed any ideas I had of enjoying her body more fully. I was figuring we could have more sex later, but she got out of bed and put on all her clothes. 

"I have to go." She turned to me when dressed. I was still lying in bed, lounging. "I hope to see you again sometime soon." She turned and left.

I barely had time to say good-bye. She was out of there quickly. Shit, was it that bad? Did she have some reason to hate the sex we had? Fuck. I picked up the phone and called my tech lead at work. I had already told them that I would probably not be in today. They all knew why. I told him I'd be in tomorrow.

Tuesday.

I had just gotten home from work on Tuesday when the doorbell rang. I went to the door. Shit, it was Jen again.

I opened the door. "Hello, stranger, long time no see." 

Jen acted skittish, like our little romp had made it hard for her to deal with me. "Can I come in? I would like to pick up the chili pot." No mention of the sex we had enjoyed. It was the elephant in the room and I decided to ignore it as well.

I opened the door and stepped back. She walked in and went directly into the kitchen. She found the pot on the drying rack. "Wow. You even washed it."

I shrugged. "It doesn't fit into the dishwasher very well."

"Thanks." Jen turned to me with the pot in her hands. She walked over to me and gave me a hug again. 

I returned it reflexively, and it did feel pretty good. Her hair smelled wonderful and her body was nice and firm. Shit, I was going to get a chubby from this woman just hugging me. What the fuck? We'd already had sex, it wasn't like she had something I hadn't seen or had before.

When Jen stepped back I looked at her closely. "What was that for?"

"I just needed a hug."

"Oh." What the fuck did that mean? And why was she so damned stimulating? She wasn't super gorgeous. She was just a nice-looking woman, no more or less beautiful than any of the other women I fucked.

"Okay, got to go. See you on Saturday."

As we went to the front door, I remembered that I was going to need some help with a present.

"Hey, Jen. Will you help me pick out a gift for the birthday party on Saturday?"

She stopped, turned, and stared at me. "What?"

"You know, get here early and go with me to the mall to help me pick out a gift. I don't know what to get someone who is turning one."

She continued to stare. "Are you sure?"

"Listen, if you don't want to..."

She interrupted me immediately. "Yes, I'll help you pick something out on Saturday. What time? Say about 10?" 

"Yeah, that's good. Where should I pick you up?"

"No, it's easier if I just come here and we leave from here."

"Okay." Then she spun and marched to her car, in a seemingly better mood. Hmmm. I was going to have to watch out for her. 

Saturday

On Saturday, Jen was there a few minutes early and then we left for the mall. I had refrained from going out drinking and pussy hunting on Friday so that I wouldn't be hung over. Randy had called and when I said I wasn't coming, he was quiet for a while and then said good-bye. What was that about?

Jen insisted on driving, so I let her. It was easy to do this. She led me to a few stores and finally found something she said was good for someone turning one. I just shrugged and bought it.

The Birthday Party

We arrived at 1pm and Jen handed me the present that I got for my niece. Funny, I still didn't know her name. I was about to ask Jen, but she walked quickly around the side of the house and through a fence gate into the backyard. I had not seen my sister in person since the funeral. We had had some nasty words and she stomped away. She had been due to have her baby any day and all I can remember is that we had words. I couldn't even remember what it was about. Ever since then, even our irregular phone conversations had been tense.

We entered the backyard and there were several adults present, but only three small children. Carole saw me and immediately came over. I was prepared to take a verbal thrashing, but instead she just kept coming at me and grabbed me in a big hug. I was surprised but returned it. She held me for a long time before she pulled back. I had to admit it felt good to be hugged by family again.

"I'm sorry we haven't been in touch more and I'm sorry about the stupid argument at the funeral and then the phone calls."

This was a surprise. I shrugged. "I'm sorry, too. I don't even remember what it was about." 

She smiled, took the present from me, and immediately moved on. She turned me toward the small group there and put her arm through mine. "There are not many children here today. There's been a run of the flu in our group of kids so some of the parents decided to keep them home so they wouldn't give it to the rest of the kids. Now let me introduce you to your niece." She turned and I looked to where she was. There was a small blonde girl with slight curls facing away from us. Then she said the words that shocked me. "Candice, honey, come meet Uncle John." She turned to me and I stared at her for a few seconds. She had named her baby Candice.

"You named her Candice?" I think I whispered that, but I was unsure. I was having trouble speaking.

"It just seemed right when she was born a few days after we lost our sister." She held my gaze, I guess watching for my reaction. She's had a year to get used to this, but it was new to me.

I turned back toward the child and my breath almost halted. I had grown up with my sister Candice so I had seen her as a baby and then her baby pictures were always around, so I knew what she looked like at this age. Waddling toward me with that uneven, straight-legged gait one-year-olds have was the spitting image of her namesake.

"She looks so much like her."

Carole smiled. "Yes, it's remarkable. I just hope she turns out as good as our sister did."

By this time, Candice had reached us. I bent over and looked at her closely as she approached. Oh, my God. What a resemblance. It almost brought tears to my eyes as so many memories were suddenly awakened in my brain. I said hello.

Suddenly, Candice raised her arms up. I looked up at Carole and she had a funny look on her face. "That means she wants you to pick her up. I guess she likes you."

So I did. I picked her up and sat her on my hip like I had seen so many other people do with small children.

Carole came closer. "Say hello to Uncle John, sweetie."

Candice turned her large blue eyes toward me and stared directly at me. She had the back of her right hand at her mouth and was sucking on it. She removed it. "'Lo, Unca Yon."

She didn't do badly for a one-year-old, but I didn't care. I could feel it. This was my sister all over again. 

Carole then reached out and took Candice. "Okay, let's open some presents."

Evidently, the three small children had been playing for a while. 

Carole sat Candice on her lap and together they opened the presents. Even though she was only turning one, Candice proved that small children learn pretty quickly how to tear wrapping paper off presents. I watched it all, taking it in, and trying not to get too lost in the memories of my lost sister.

After that, we all had some cake and ice cream and talked. Carole's husband, Bruce, was a nice guy and I was glad to see they seemed to mesh so well. Jen took the three small ones over to the swing set to keep them occupied and Carole sat next to me. 

"So, what do you think?"

"It's amazing."

"Yes, it is. She's such a relaxed and cooperative little girl that I forget she's just turning one. She's been amazing." She turned toward me. "Now, what about Jen? How's it going between you two?"

"It's not. We went out last week, but we didn't get along."

"Are you still acting like a modern day Casanova?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess."

"Well, you should know that that woman still sees the boy she fell in love with many years ago and thinks you can be salvaged." 

"She fell in love with me back then? She told me she had a crush on me." I didn't mention that she said she had loved me when we were having sex.

Carole patted me like a little kid who needed an explanation of a tough math problem. "Let me tell you what I know and let's see if you remember it. When she and I were 11 and you were 14, we were all playing at the park. You and some other guys were playing baseball and Jen and I were running around on the playground. She fell and there was a piece of glass that cut her on the knee. She started crying and I ran and got you. You didn't say anything about your sister interrupting your baseball game. You just came over and checked out her knee. The cut was bleeding pretty well so you went back to your bag where you keep all your baseball stuff and pulled out a towel. You wiped off her knee, tied the towel over it, and then you put her on your back like a piggy-back ride and carried her the six blocks home. I walked alongside and she stopped crying while you were carrying her. Then you took her into the kitchen, got out the band aids and some Neosporin, cleaned up the cut, and put a bandage over it. When you were done, you just said good-bye and went back to the park to play baseball. That was when she got her first crush on you."

"Yeah, I think I remember that a little."

"Yeah, well, it got better - or worse, depending on your viewpoint. She started hanging around and would always watch you. I thought she might be getting a little obsessive, but she didn't go too far. She just had a young girl crush. Then in high school, we were freshmen and you were a senior, so we were at school together. She used go to watch you play most of your home games, but then one day, there was that incident in the hallway at school. She was being pushed around by some football player who thought it was fun to intimidate a pretty, little freshman. You walked up, poked him playfully on the arm and said something jokingly to him like 'Whoa, dude, you really need to intimidate a little freshman to get a date?" He stared, but you laughed and then so did he. You had broken up the moment and then the two of you walked away. I think that was when she decided she was in love with you."

"Wow, I remember that. That guy was an asshole."

"Yeah, almost like you are now."

I stared at Carole and she smiled. She was teasing me - well, a little. "Smart-ass."

"All through college she would come back with me just to be around you. I thought it might be a little unhealthy, but at school she didn't let it stop her from dating, so I didn't see any harm. She went back to school and the last few years, she has always asked me about you, but she had never done anything about it until now. She wanted to see you again when I told her about how things went down last year."

"Yeah, well, that's not her concern."

"Maybe so, but she still thinks she's in love with you after what happened the other night at the club."

"You know about that?"

"Well, I have to fess up. I know everything because she's staying with us."

"She's staying with you guys?"

"Yep. She hasn't found a good place to live yet, so she's staying with us until she does."

"I see." I noticed that Carole didn't mention that Jen didn't come home last Sunday night. I wondered if she knew anything about that.

By this time it was almost 3pm and Carole wanted to get Candice down for a nap. The other folks left and Carole and Bruce bid them all farewell at the gate. Then Carole went and gathered her daughter and started carrying her into the house. Candice was staring at me and saying something to Carole. Then she pointed at me. Carole smiled, changed directions, and came over to me. 

"We always read her a story when she goes down for a nap and this time she wants her Uncle John to do it."

I looked down at Candice and she was looking at me with those same mesmerizing blue eyes as her namesake. How could I say no? I had some experience with this when I babysat some younger cousins when I was a teenager. "Okay."

Carole handed me Candice and I followed her into the house and upstairs into Candice's room. It was decorated in the typical way with the crib in one corner, a dresser with a changing pad on top, a wooden rocking chair, and a toy box. There was a musical mobile over the crib. She led me to the corner opposite the crib to the rocking chair. I sat in it and looked down. Candice was staring in the way that young children do, unaware of society's norms. She was sitting on my lap, up against my left arm. Carole handed me the book and opened it to the bookmarked page. I started reading and watched as Candice looked from the pictures in the book to my face and back. She didn't seem tired at first, but then drifted off rather quickly. I sat there and felt her breathe, leaning back against my left arm and chest. She was a beautiful little girl, just like her namesake had been. I already knew I loved this little girl. It felt like she was the reincarnation of her aunt, and for a few minutes I decided to enjoy that feeling. 




Damaged Property



-- 

I woke to my sister's light shaking of my shoulder. I looked up and she grinned. "You fell asleep", she whispered. 

She took the sleeping Candice from me and put her in the crib without any fuss. I stood up and stretched my left arm and back. I was stiff.

I walked out into the hallway and Carole followed me. Jen was standing there smiling. She was holding her phone. She held it out to me and showed me the picture of Candice and me sleeping. 

Carole led us downstairs so as not to wake the little one. "She really liked you John. Other than me and Robert, she won't let anyone read to her and she definitely won't fall asleep like that in anyone else's arms."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Family."

Carole shook her head. "No. It's because she looks like and is named Candice. You loved Candice more than anyone and when you felt she was like our sister, you radiated that love and protection. Baby Candice could feel it and felt very safe, protected, and loved. That's what it was."

"Maybe." I tried to avoid more comparisons.

"No, that's definitely it." Jen added her two cents.

I scowled at Jen briefly, but turned to Carole. "Well, she's beautiful."

Carole beamed. "Yes, she is. And she needs her Uncle John."

That got my attention. "What do you mean?"

"We had her baptized and named you her godfather without you being there. The priest didn't like the fact that you weren't there, but we did it. She needs her uncle."

I stared at Carole. Me? Her godfather? "Why?"

"Because I knew you would love and protect her. I knew you would come to your senses some day and be the godfather she needed."

"I'm not sure. I don't even know what a godfather does."

"You are already doing it. Just love her and agree to protect her if anything were to happen to me and Robert."

I looked up suddenly. "I can't do that. What do I know about raising a kid?"

"It's only in the case of an emergency or we are both killed."

I looked over at Jen and she was grinning. I looked back at Carole. "Okay, I guess." Ugh. Perish the thought of losing more family.

She hugged me again and I was surprised at how much I loved having my sister back in my life. 

Jen and I finally headed back to my place. While she was driving I kept thinking about baby Candice and what I would be responsible for if something happened to my sister and her husband. No way was I capable of taking care of a small child. I also thought about Jen. What was her deal? Why was she hanging around me even after our disastrous date? It couldn't have been the sex, right? I mean she ran from the place almost as fast as I wanted the sluts from the club to leave.

When we pulled up in front of my place, Jen asked to come in. I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe she was going to sleep with me after all. 

We got into the house and I asked her if she wanted something to drink. She said no and sat down at the kitchen table while I got a beer. 

"John, there's something else we need to discuss."

I didn't want to hear this. I turned around. "Jen, look..." I started to tell her off, but I hesitated when I saw that she was holding up an envelope in her hand. "What's that?"

"A letter."

"I can see that, but from whom? And is it for me?"

"Yes, it's for you. It's from Miranda." She laid it on the table. 

I stared at it. My anger was rising. I couldn't speak at first. I just stared at the letter; a letter from my cheating, former bitch of a fiancée. The cunt that started this mess of a life I had. Fuck! "And what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?"

"Read it."

"Fuck you and fuck her. I don't need this shit." I stormed out and into my bedroom slamming my door. Now Jen was putting herself in the middle of that mess? What the fuck?

There was a knock. "I'm leaving. It's up to you, John."

I heard her leaving and her car start. I went back into the kitchen and stared at the letter. I wanted to just burn it immediately. I stared and stared, swigging my beer. What the fuck could she have to say now? What possible reason could she have to write to me a year later? Why would I care what that bitch had to say? And again, why was Jen in the middle of this?

I leaned over and looked at the letter. It was addressed to me at Carole's address. I couldn't make out the post mark, so I don't know how long she had had it. I stared. Was it poison? Was it some rambling justification on why she did it? Did I really care? I just couldn't touch it right now.

I walked into the living room and sat down. I turned on the TV and watched some football. I got another beer - and another. Finally, I'd had enough. I was going to read it and then burn it. Fuck this woman and her ability to fuck me up.

I opened the envelope. The paper was nice stock and there was only one page. Well, she certainly didn't strain herself.

I unfolded it and read.

 Dearest John,

I am very sorry for the way things turned out between us. I know that I hurt you deeply. You should know that it had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. Scott and I had dated for two years and then we separated. We both felt we were too young to make a commitment when we separated. When I met you, I thought that I loved you, and I did a little but I guess I was still masking my love for Scott. You are an amazing individual but Scott and I are soul mates. Scott was dating my roommate when we got engaged. When he and I were thrown together during the wedding preparations, we realized that we belonged together. The only problem was that you and I were already engaged. I knew that I loved Scott and wanted to be with him, but I was a coward and was delaying having to tell you, one of the kindest people I had ever met. Then you found out in the most awful way imaginable. I'm so sorry for that. Scott and I got married three months ago in California. My family was very distraught over how I handled it and I only hope that you and they can forgive me for being a fool and a coward. I wish you the best and hope that you have moved on.

Hoping to be your friend,

Miranda



I stared at the letter. Fucking bitch! How could I ever forgive her for that? It was, as things go, as unforgivable as anything I could think of. I had two more beers - then a shot. 

I looked at the letter again. My sister had this for how long? How long had she hid this from me and then sent Jen over here to deliver it? Talk about a coward. What the fuck? I was angry now. I hopped in my car and sped over to Carole's. When I arrived, it was late, but I didn't care. I looked at my watch. It was 9pm. So what?

I walked up to the door and didn't even knock. I just opened it and went it. They had left it unlocked. Carole and Jen were sitting in the den, which was just off the entryway and I turned in there. They looked up and I could see the surprise on their faces. Oh, yeah, it was going to get worse.

I held up the letter. "How long have you had this Carole? How long have you been hiding it from me, huh?"

She looked at Jen and then her shoes, which was different for Carole. She was usually so strong willed, so I knew she felt bad about concealing it. "About two weeks."

"And when were you going to give it to me?"

"Never."

"Never? You were going to keep it from me forever? Why? What the fuck are you talking about Carole?"

"I didn't think you would like finding out that she was married to Scott and I didn't think anything she had to say would matter to you."

I was yelling now. "You're right about that! This bitch can go straight to hell for all I care. So why do I have it now?"

Carole turned toward Jen. "Jen thought it was best."

I turned to Jen. She was closer to me and I leaned over her. She leaned back as far as she could as I neared her. "You thought it would be best? Who gave you the right to mess around in my fucking life, huh? Who the hell do you think you are?"

She cowered before me, trying to melt into the couch. Then she managed to wiggle out of there and bolted into the kitchen. I turned to Carole who was staring at me and I could see the beginning of tears. Really? Carole? The one who could be so caustic that people would avoid her for weeks after she went off on them?

Fuck it. I followed Jen into the kitchen. I swung the swinging door back forcefully and burst into the kitchen. I heard and felt the door hit something and I saw Jen gasp. She was sitting at the table and was leaping to her feet. I looked behind the door and laying there, just starting to wail, was Candice. I stared as Candice started crying while Jen picked her up quickly. I had hit her with the door and knocked her down. What the hell was she doing back there after 9 at night? There was no way I could know. Shit!

Carole immediately joined us and took her from Jen. My anger was gone and I stared as the two of them consoled her. I had hurt the defenseless Candice. I had injured the one person in the world who didn't care how I acted and didn't hate me for something. Shit! What the hell else was going to happen today? 

Carole took Candice upstairs and Jen went with her. The two of them ignored me and just took care of the little one.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went out onto the deck. I sat there, my mind reeling at everything when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was Carole. She was holding Candice, who was sucking on the back of her right hand and staring at me with those damn blue eyes. She obviously used the back of her hand like some kids used their thumb. She was still breathing a little heavily, but had calmed down considerably. I stood up.

"Carole, I'm..."

Carole put her finger to my lips. "Shhh. She should not have been up and around, but Bruce had let her out. We all know it was an accident. She's okay now. I told her that it was an accident and that you wanted to see her."

I looked at the angelic, innocent little girl. I put out my arms and Candice looked at her mother who nodded and then Candice came to me. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tight. I told her how sorry I was and she hugged me back. I can't remember my exact words, but when I stopped hugging her and looked back at Carole, she had tears in her eyes. Mommy hood was making her a softy.

I handed Candice back to Carole and said goodnight. Carole took Candice up to put her to bed.

I took that opportunity to head home. I couldn't face them anymore. I had to get out of there. I was a wreck. I shouldn't have been drinking. I had met my favorite sister's namesake, a beautiful little girl, I had found out about Miranda and Scott, I had yelled at the only two people who seemed to give a shit about me, and then I hurt the most innocent person in the world. I guess I really am an asshole.

When I got home, it was now almost 11pm. I was exhausted and looked like hell. I sat down in my recliner and turned on the TV. It put me to sleep almost immediately.

Sunday

I awoke again at 4am, but it was not from the dream, it was due to a full bladder. Too much beer. 

That letter that Miranda sent was still running around in my head. Okay, so it wasn't the greatest letter in history, but it explained a lot. I never knew that she and Scott had a history. I went to the bathroom. I stared into the mirror at the haggard face staring back at me. The eyes that stared back at me were bloodshot and surrounded by dark circles. I thought about everything that had happened. It all came back to Miranda. That bitch had fucked me up. But things had changed a bit, right? Then Jen started sticking her nose into it and she shouldn't be doing that. Damn it, why the hell did everyone feel like they had to help me? I was doing fine, right? Fuck Miranda. Fuck Jen. To hell with them all! I lost the best friend I had in the world over this and now they were fucking with my head. I closed my eyes and I kept getting more and more angry. ARGH! What the fuck!

The sound of the glass breaking and the pain in my hand brought me out of my reverie. I looked down at my hand as the blood dripped off the knuckles. I looked up at the wall mirror over the sink. There was a spider web of cracks spreading out from where I had punched it with my fist. I didn't remember doing anything with my hand until the sound and pain. I looked at my splintered face in the mirror and wondered if that was a metaphor for my life. Yep. Probably.

I looked back down at my bleeding hand. I was too tired and still a little drunk. I wrapped it in a hand towel and went to the kitchen. I took another shot and grabbed a beer. I watched some TV and passed out.

-- 

There was a loud banging and I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I came slowly awake and the light hurt my eyes, although it was not very bright. My head was pounding, but that's not what was making the loud banging. It was someone at the door. I went to it and looked out. Jen. Damn, woman, it had to be early morning and you come banging on my door?

"Okay, okay." I opened the door and blinked at her. "What?!"

"Carole tried to call you several times last night to make sure you got home alright, so we got worried."

I stared at her. She looked disheveled and tired and it was too early. "What time is it?"

"6am."

"Fuck!" I turned around and walked back away from the door, letting her come in if she wanted. I sat down in my recliner and put my face in my hands.

"I just wanted - what the hell is that?" Jen had just seen my hand wrapped in a towel. Blood was showing through in places. "What happened to your hand?"

I looked up at her. "I cut it." I got up and my head started pounding again. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to take some Tylenol and go back to bed."

I headed for the bathroom. Jen followed tapping away on her cell. She was probably sending a text to Carole. When we got there I remembered that that was where I hurt my hand, but it was too late. Jen saw it.

"Jesus, John, what the hell did you do?"

"I lost a fight with the mirror, what does it look like?" I opened the cabinet and took out the Tylenol. I grabbed a couple, picked up the glass I kept in there, filled it, and took them. I headed for the bedroom. I was going to try to ignore Jen, hoping she would leave. I unwrapped my hand and tossed the towel into my dirty clothes basket. It was probably toast, but I would try to wash it anyway.

Jen came into the bedroom with some band aids and Neosporin. I groaned. 

"Just let me fix it up so it won't bleed onto your sheets."

"Whatever."

She leaned over and went to work. She was careful and good. She was right, but I was tired, hung over, and didn't want to deal with it.

When she finished she stood up. "There, all done. Not as good as when you did my knee years ago, but still pretty good."

She referenced it so easily and quickly. It was obvious that she would never forget about that. Then I yawned. I was too fucking tired.

I stood up and undressed down to my boxers. My clothes were a mess, too, since I hadn't taken them off last night. I looked over and Jen was watching me. I put my hands out to the side. "Seen enough?" She didn't say anything so I lay down. I think I was awake for about 5 more minutes before I passed out.

--

I woke at about 10am feeling pretty rested. I looked around, hoping to find Jen in my bed again. No dice. I don't know why that disappointed me so much. She knew my lifestyle and had said we would only have that one time. But for some reason I was hoping she would be there again. 

I wandered into the living room and she was using my recliner. She was covered with one of my small blankets I keep near the recliner, so I leaned over and peeked under the edge. Yep. She was in panties and bra again. I watched her for a couple of minutes and then leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth. She slowly came to.

"What?" That's all she could come up with when she opened her eyes. 

I grinned at her. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come back to the bedroom."

She stared at me. "Of course I do." She watched me smile. "But I won't."

I tried not to show my disappointment. Oh, okay. So she was going to keep her word.

"I need to get back to Carole's and get cleaned up."

"Okay. Breakfast first?"

"Sure." The word was sure, but there was a look of uncertainty on her face.

She was dressed quickly and in the kitchen getting things out by the time I got in there. She was going to make scrambled eggs again, but before she broke them into the bowl I stopped her. 

"Let me make them over easy. That's how I like them. What about you?"

She looked at me funny. "Yes, I love them that way, but I can't make them. I always break the yolk."

"Well then stand back and watch the master." I gave her a grin. Jen just looked at me and then started setting the table. 

The doorbell rang. Now what?

I was in the middle of cracking eggs into the pan so Jen went and got the door. She came back with Carole and Candice.

"Good morning!" Carole seemed particularly chipper since she had supposedly been up late worrying about me.

"Hi."

I turned toward Carole and I could see her taking in me and Jen. She looked over at Jen.

"Somebody looks well taken care of this morning." She grinned at Jen and I saw Jen give her a sad look. Carole saw it.

"We're just having breakfast." I tried to change the subject. 

Carole put Candice down and looked at me. "Oh, okay." I could see her look at Jen with sympathy. Shit! My sister wanted me to get together with Jen, too. She looked down at Candice. "Candice, do you want Uncle John to make you some eggs, too?"

Candice looked up at me and nodded. I smiled at her and reached down to ruffle her hair. She was a beautiful little girl and she could already look right through me with those big blue eyes.

"Okay, beautiful. How do you like your eggs?"

Candice looked to her mother, who answered for her. "Over easy. She likes me to dip some toast in the yolk and feed it to her."

Candice looked back to me and nodded with a big smile.

"Okay. First batch is almost ready."

I finished cooking all the eggs as Carole told Jen where she was going shopping and for what. By the time we were done eating it was almost 1pm. 

We all put the dishes in the sink and I told them I would put them away. Jen got her stuff and Carole started to pick up Candice, but she ran to me and put her arms up. I picked her up and Carole laughed. 

"Already making best friends with another Candice, eh?"

I looked at the child and she was gripping my shirt with her left hand, staring at her mother. 

Carole put her arms out. "C'mon honey, we need to go. We have to go shopping."

Candice shook her head and burrowed into my chest. Carole frowned.

"She doesn't want to let go of you, John. I've never seen that before."

I looked down at Candice and she raised her head from my chest to look at me. "How long will you be shopping?"

Carole looked at her watch. "Only about an hour and a half. I have to get her home by about 3pm so that she can get a nap."

"Why don't you leave her here with me for a while? Hell, she could even take a nap here while you shop and that will give you more time."

Carole's eyebrows shot up. "Serioiusly? What do you know about taking care of a one year old?"

"Well, she's not an infant and she eats real food. Just leave me the diaper bag and the other things and I'll take care of it."

Jen had stopped at the front door and was staring at me. Carole hesitated. "Okay, but when was the last time you changed a diaper?"

"C'mon. You know I used to baby-sit for our cousins when I was a teenager and I could handle it then. They were pretty young and some were in diapers. It's not rocket science." I looked down at Candice. "Isn't that right, Candice?"

She looked up at me when I said her name, but she wasn't following the conversation. She just kept a tight hold on my shirt.