11 comments/ 42044 views/ 22 favorites Detroit City - DGH Ch. 01 By: DG Hear Note from Jake Rivers: This is my fourth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso", "El Paso City " and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The current invitational has looser criteria: the stories are based on any Country & Western song. Regards, Jake This is my Country Music entry in Jake Rivers' invitational. I chose 'Detroit City' as my song. I checked and this song was sung by many country artist including Dolly Parton and Bobby Bare among others. It's a city that I know quite well since I was born there. * Chapter 1 Let me begin by telling you that I moved to Detroit a year or so ago. I don't know if I really fit in. You see, I have always been more of a country boy. I wasn't really all that used to the larger cities. The people just don't seem as friendly. Other than a few people in my apartment building, I don't know many of the neighbors around me. I guess most people like to keep to themselves. Back home I nearly knew the whole town. I was born and raised a country boy in Kentucky and West Virginia. In our small town, everyone knew everyone. I was the youngest of eight kids in our family. There are eighteen years separating me and my oldest brother. Of course, we got into trouble like most kids and fought with each other. Even though we fought a lot, we were also very protective of each other. If someone picked on any of us, they would have to deal with the rest of us. We were all born in Kentucky; good old Carter County. It was great living out in the country near small towns. Among the woods and streams, we always had something to do. We always had enough of us to make our own sports teams. I can't tell you how many times we toured the caves and fished in the streams. It was a lot of fun, but always scared mom. When I was younger, I remember doing things with my parents. Then all of a sudden, it seemed to stop. I would go to church or shopping with mom. Dad might take me hunting or fishing, but we didn't do a lot as a family. My brothers and sisters still did things with me; but just not mom and dad together with us. I brought the subject up to my sister, and she told me mom and dad had an argument, and were hardly speaking to each other. It was odd because they were both nice to me but not to each other. I didn't like them being mad at each other but didn't understand. This went on for a while and then they seemed to be civil to one another again. It was when I got older my sister, Sue, explained the situation to me. Dad was a pretty heavy beer drinker. He worked hard at his jobs and he would always go to the club and have some drinks before coming home. According to Sue, dad had an affair of some kind with one of the waitresses at the club. She didn't know the particulars but she told me how mom found out. Mom got suspicious of dad always being late. A few times, he would call and tell mom he would be later than usual. We always ate dinner as a family at the same time each evening; it was kind of the time where we all talked about our day and stuff like that. Dad was late at least once a week; it just wasn't like him. Mom knew something was up. She still made him up a plate and set it aside for him to eat later. After about a month or so of him being late, mom made us dinner and said she would be right back. According to Sue, mom went to the club to see if dad was there. The bartender looked worried as mom walked in and said dad wasn't there. Mom knew better since dad's car was parked outside. She walked into the back office where dad had this waitress bent over the desk and was pounding her from behind. She called him a bastard and turned around, and walked out. Mom came home and went into the bathroom. We figured it was to cry it out but we don't know for sure. Mom came out and said she was going over to her sister June's house and would be back in a little while. About twenty minutes later dad came in. Mom never told us anything about that night. Sue picked up the information through different arguments that she wasn't supposed to hear. Mom had gone over to Aunt June's because she needed to talk to someone. Mom is really a strong willed woman. When dad came home, he asked where mom was. Sue told him she went to Aunt June's. We could tell there was a problem but had no idea what it was. Mom returned about an hour later. When mom told us kids to go outside, we knew they were going to have a big argument. We've had to go outside before. Mom had this theory that you never argued in front of the kids. So, we did as we were told and outside we went; we could hear yelling and screaming inside. Nosy Sue had her ear to the window. About an hour later, dad came out and didn't say a word. He had a small suitcase and got into his car. When we went back into the house, mom told us that dad had some things on his mind and wouldn't be staying at the house that night. We could tell she was hurting bad inside but was trying not to break down in front of us kids. Dad returned two days later. Dinner was ready every night right on time and we discussed our days just like we used to. Mom and dad didn't talk a lot except for asking questions and telling us we were good kids. Mom was a stay at home mom. She kept very busy with all the washing, cooking and cleaning. She made a house a home. She was a religious woman and I figured that's why she gave dad another chance. Dad still stopped and had a beer or two but was always home for dinner. He joined a different club; you can figure out why. We moved to West Virginia when I was around thirteen. There were only four of us kids still at home: me, two of my sisters and one of my brothers. The rest of the family was living all over the place. My dad got a job at the steel mill in Weirton. He first worked in the coal mine just like my grandfather did. My granddad came down with black lung and eventually died from it. I think it bothered my dad so much that he looked for work elsewhere. Mom and dad still slept together. I figured they still made love but I really don't know. They hardly even talked to each other, except when they had to. It went on this way for nearly two years. When we moved to West Virginia, mom seemed to change a little. My sister Mary was getting married. Mom and dad had to talk about the wedding. Maybe that got them talking to each other again. At the wedding, it was nice seeing dad walking my big sister down the aisle. After the ceremony, we had a big reception. Mom and dad were actually dancing with each other. Watching them, you could tell they belonged together. Maybe, just maybe things were getting better. Between songs dad walked up to the band and singer and requested a song. He then walked over to mom and asked her to dance. She said yes and then they played the song, 'Shame On Me', as the singer belted out the words A lot of people thought it was a strange request song at a wedding, but watching mom kiss dad in front of everyone we all understood. "Shame on me for hurting you. What can I say? What can I do? Last night I was blind but today I see I did you wrong, shame on me. I know that just saying I'm sorry doesn't sound like a lot. I'll admit I shouldn't have given into love's wild temptation. With someone that I cared nothing for. I was blind and I hurt you. Can you ever forgive the fool, a fool who really loves you?" I'm not going to say that one song brought them back together, but it sure didn't hurt. I have to agree with dad when he told me later that some songs say what we are unable to say or just can't get the right words together. From that day forward, our family seemed more back to normal. I liked to see dad give mom a light kiss whenever he arrived home from work. The smile on mom's face spoke volumes. ------------------------ I started my dating in high school. My first girlfriend was Darlene. We dated on and off for a few years. I went out with a lot of other girls also. I was rather active in sports so I kept my body in shape. I wasn't any kind of a superstar but I did play all sports. I guess I was just athletic. I didn't get any scholarships; I wasn't that good, but I did get a lot of dates. I was dating Darlene when I graduated from high school and started working at the mill. My dad and one of my brothers got me on there. It sure was some hellish hard work. It paid well but I couldn't see myself doing this for the rest of my life. I wasn't a drinker but I did stop and have a beer or two with my dad after work. It was just a way to unwind a little after a hard day of sweating my balls off. A lot of the guys from the mill would meet there. I wasn't old enough to drink but no one questioned it. They always said anyone working in the mill should be able to have a beer now and then. Besides, I was usually with my dad. I still lived at home but I didn't have any kind of curfews. I did help out, and give money for living there. It was a lot cheaper than living on my own. As far as dates go, most had their own places or we'd go to a motel. The college girls were about the easiest. Darlene was now one of them. I guess Darlene was my sweetheart but we argued all the time. It was about my job and not moving out of my parents' house. I honestly didn't know what she wanted. I was happy and everything seemed okay between us. Lately when she asked me to a few of the college parties, she would flirt in front of me. She knew I didn't like it but did it anyway. She would tell me how these guys were going to be businessmen, like I gave a shit what these guys did. As I mentioned, Darlene and I were always on-again, off-again. This time I really didn't like the way she let other guys feel her up when they were dancing. I figured I'd get even with her and did the same things with one of her girlfriends. Her girlfriend didn't mind. I wasn't sure why I was doing it, probably to get even with Darlene. What Darlene was doing was way beyond flirting. I asked Amy if she wanted to step outside for a few minutes. She agreed and we went and got in my car. I screwed her royally. I later found out that the guy Darlene was with was Amy's date. So Amy just said, "To hell with it," and we had sex. I drove Amy home. She told me she didn't want anything more to do with Brad. I went back to the party to see Darlene. I figured we had to talk this out. When I got there, I was told she had left with this guy Brad. I was pissed but really didn't have the right to be. I went to the bar and was thinking about my situation. It sucked. Darlene was my on-again, off-again girlfriend, but I was tired of a relationship like this. We had been going together like this for four years. I thought I'd give it one more try and called her. I knew it was late but I needed to give it a try She answered the phone, "Hello." "Hi, Darlene, it's me. We need to talk. Do you have a minute?" "I have company right now. We can talk another time," replied Darlene. "I'm alone here at the bar. I dropped Amy off at her house and went back to see you. I was told that you left with Brad. This is the last chance for us, Darlene. If he stays with you tonight, we will be done forever," I replied. I got my answer when Darlene said he was going to stay. I now knew it was over; probably for the best. I cheated on her and she was cheating on me. It wasn't the best relationship on which to build a future. I continued to work at the mill while trying to figure out where I was going from here. I got a call from my uncle in Detroit. He told me that if I wanted to move there he had a good job offer for me. He was my mom's brother. He of course went to college and moved to Michigan and got this really great position at Ford Motor Co. He was the main man in human resources. He did the hiring and tried to help family out whenever he could. One of my brothers got in up there and made a nice life for himself and his family. I guess mom had told him that I wasn't happy in the mill and that I broke it off with my girlfriend. I decided to take him up on his offer. I wanted a new beginning. I saw Amy the week before I moved. We went out and got a bite to eat, and then went to her apartment. I can't say it was love but we sure did have sex. It was much better with both of us being sober. I mentioned to her that it was too bad that we didn't meet earlier in life. Who knows how we would have gotten along. She was a fun girl but other than sex, I don't think we had much in common. Now of course I was moving away and this was her goodbye present for me. Before I left her apartment, she told me that Darlene and Brad were already separated. They were two of a kind and were always flirting with the opposite sex. I was glad we ended our relationship when we did. I now knew it was for the best. About two days before leaving for Detroit, I got a call from Darlene. She wanted to know if it was true that I was leaving town for good. "I made a mistake not staying with you, Jeff. Is there any chance I can see you before you leave?" asked Darlene. "Darlene, I really cared for you. I think this is for the best. We had a nice run while it lasted. I'll always remember you and the good times we had." "Jeff, I feel so sad. I don't want you to leave. I made a mistake and I want you back in my life." I couldn't meet her again. It would just start all over and I wanted away from that merry-go-round relationship. I was sad it ended, but life goes on. ----------------------------------- I made arrangements with my brother to stay at his place till I got an apartment of my own. Bob was my eldest brother and we had eighteen years between us. He had teenage kids. He met his wife Mary after he had moved to Detroit. She was really a nice woman. I was hoping I could get as lucky as Bob. I was glad that I, at least, had a little family around. Even though we were much different in age, it was somewhere I could visit once in a while. I stayed with them almost two months before finding myself an apartment. It was a few miles away from where Bob lived but was fairly close to work. It was different living here in Detroit. Most everyone seemed to keep to themselves. Other than saying hello, I didn't talk much with my neighbors. I went to work and then spent time at the bar. I really didn't drink much but I guess it gave me people to talk to. I drank ginger ale most of the time. My agreement with my uncle was after getting my ninety days in that I would take a course in pipefitting. He was going to get me in on his maintenance program as a plumber/pipe fitter. I would take courses twice a week and work toward a journeyman card. I would take courses in ten-week intervals. It would go on for at least two years. I would be a maintenance helper till I completed my studies. The money was great even as a helper. It's just that I was naive for my age and it got rather lonely. I could only visit my relatives just so often. I had a few friends at work and we went to a few nightspots, mainly bars, and met women. Most were nice enough, but it wasn't what I was looking for. Most women seemed to be divorced. Some were married and if I found that out, I didn't go out with them again. I remembered how much it hurt my mom when my dad did it. I wasn't going to mess-up any marriages. Even with the female companionship, I still felt lonely. My brother Bob told me that he felt the same way for about a year when he first moved here. It was after he met Mary that everything seemed to change. He said when I found the right woman everything would change for me too. I kept taking courses and hoping to someday meet the right woman. I just figured I wouldn't find her in the bar. I wrote home often and told my family everything was going well. I didn't really want to tell them how empty I felt inside. I remember the song 'Detroit City' where the singer says, "The folks at home think I'm big in Detroit city. From the letters that I write they think I'm fine. By day I make the cars and by night I make the bars, if only they could read between the lines." There are times I just wanted to go home. I guess it's a combination of being homesick and lonely. I just hope my brother Bob was right and the right woman was out there for me. I started my fourth class, which was supposed to be more of a hands-on application. We would be repairing pipes, not just reading about them. This was quite different from my previous classes. I walked in and we had twenty students. I say students but they were all adults. There were eighteen men, counting me, and two women. Most seemed to be in their twenties like me and some were a lot older fellas. I found out that this was also a refresher course for plumbers. The latest plumbing ideas and equipment were taught. I figured I'd like this class a lot more seeing we would actually be doing plumbing jobs. After talking to us for about an hour, the instructor said we could take a short break and meet back in about fifteen minutes. I walked out to the cafeteria and got myself a cup of coffee, and was just sitting there. As I mentioned we had two women in our class. One was dressed rather sexy with a low cut blouse and tight jeans. The other had on a pair of coveralls and a ball cap on backwards. The one with the ball cap came and asked if she could sit at my table. "Sure, have a seat. I'm Jeff," I said. "Hi, I'm Sam. It's short for Samantha. Glad to meet you, Jeff." She held out her hand for me to shake. "So what brings you to this class?" she asked. "It's part of my job requirements," I said, as I shook her hand. "I need it to get my journeyman card. What brings you here?" "My dad sent me for the latest updates. I'm a plumber," she laughed. I looked at her for a moment. She was a really pretty woman. Beautiful green eyes and nice dimples when she smiled; I could see she had blond hair even though she had on a ball cap. "Jeff, the reason I came over here is to ask you to be my partner." I know I had a shocked look on my face. She smiled. "Not that kind of partner. Mr. Atkins, our instructor is going to team up the class. I've taken his classes before. We work as partners on the different projects. I know a lot of the guys in this class and I don't care to be teamed up with them. So, do you want to be my partner?" "What about the other woman in our class? Wouldn't you want to team with her?" I asked. "Believe me, Jeff, Sheila and I go back a long way. I can guarantee she doesn't want a female partner. In fact, before this course is over she will probably have teamed up with at least four different partners. In fact I can guarantee she will ask you," smiled Sam. I didn't have time to ask any more questions. The class was about to start so I told Sam I would love to be her partner. She smiled as we reentered the classroom. Mr. Atkins spoke. "We will all be working with a partner. It makes it a lot easier when you have someone to discuss your repair jobs with. I'll let our ladies choose first and the rest of you gentlemen can pair up. Sam already has a partner so Sheila, pick yours and we can get started." Sheila looked at me and then over at Sam. She knew Sam was one step ahead of her. I guess Sam knew what she was talking about. Sheila picked a guy who I later found out was Dan. He had a shit-eating grin on his face when he was picked by Sheila. It didn't take long to find out that Sheila was a partner in more ways than one. After our instructions, we began by working with plastic pipe. We didn't use it too much in the plant where I worked but the home repair plumbers used it all the time. Just watching Sam work was something else. She didn't hesitate in showing how the work was done. I just loved watching her. She seemed so confident. Detroit City - DGH Ch. 01 I talked to her a little before the class ended. Our class would meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I could hardly wait to see her again. I have no idea why I became fascinated with her. When I went to class on Thursday, I didn't see her. I looked up at the door and she came in about five minutes late. She was dressed in the coveralls and ball cap. "Sorry I'm late," she whispered to me. "I had a plumbing job to finish." She sat down and I now felt better. After class, a few of the guys and Sheila said they were going to the bar. They asked me if I wanted to go. I told them sure and they told me where it was. I asked Sam if she wanted to go and she politely refused. I felt bad about it because I liked being around her. I told her I would see her next Tuesday and she smiled and said she would look forward to it. Surely I wasn't falling for her. Hell, I didn't know anything about her and she dressed in coveralls and a ball cap. At the bar, it was really noisy. I mentioned to the others that I wished Sam would have come. I couldn't believe what I heard from them. "Forget it, Jeff, she's a dyke." "What?" I replied. "You know, she's a lesbian, she prefers women," said Dan. "Bullshit!" I replied. "Where did you guys hear that shit?" I was a bit pissed. "Hey, Man, don't get mad at us. We're just trying to save you some time here. She's not letting you in those pants, or should I say coveralls?" laughed Ben. "Believe me, we have all asked her out over the last few years and she turned us all down. Not even a date." "Yeah, and we have asked her more than once," replied Joe. "That doesn't make her a lesbian because she didn't go out with you. I think you need more information than that," I stated. Joe said, "Ask Sheila when she gets back from the john. She saw her kissing her girlfriends in the showers at school." "You guys are full of shit. Sam's no lesbian," I rebuked them. "Hey, Jeff, do what you want; waste your time on her. Look how she dresses, like a man. She's a plumber, for God's sake. How many women plumbers do you know?" "What about Sheila? She's taking the class and I'm pretty sure she's not gay." "Sheila takes the course so she can party with the guys and get laid. We all know that and we will all have a piece of her more than once before this class ends. She's a receptionist at one of the big plumbing companies on the west side. She convinces them to let her take the course so she can know more about the business. They don't care and we all love it." "I still don't think Sam is gay. She is too damn pretty," I said. "Whoever said you had to be ugly to be a lesbian? I'll be honest with you. I've seen Sam dressed up and she's a knockout. Too bad she just goes for the wrong sex," replied Dan. It was a downer for me. Damn, I kind of liked her. Pretty smile and a nice personality. They did have some valid points especially if she refused to date any guys and was caught kissing girls. Damn, damn, it wasn't something that I wanted to hear. When Sheila came back, she asked me to dance. She held me so close I could feel her breasts against my chest. She was a worse flirt than even Darlene used to be. I think Sheila thought it was a turn-on for me when the truth is she made me think of how bad Darlene was. After we sat down with the rest of the group Ben told Sheila that I liked Sam. It kind of pissed me off. I did like her but I never told these guys. Sheila laughed. "Tell him what you saw, Sheila," said Ben. "Well, when I was a junior in high school Sam was a senior. It was after a girls' basketball game. I was a cheerleader and Sam was a jock. She played different sports. I went into the locker room where the showers were and Sam and her two lesbian friends were in the showers. Everyone else had left. I looked up and Cindy leaned over and kissed Sam on the lips. At the same time, Carol was behind her grabbing her breasts. When they saw me, Cindy looked at me and told me to get my fucking ass out of there. I hurried out before I got in trouble. These girls were all jocks. They weren't to be messed with." Dan continued, "Carol and Cindy are known lesbians and as far as I know are still together. They were Sam's best friends as seniors. We don't see them around much anymore. No hard feelings, Jeff. We just thought you might want to know." The following week I saw Sam at class. I was happy to see her but yet wondered about what the others had said. I could hardly come out and say, "Sam, are you gay?" First of all, it was none of my business and second, I still kind of liked her and didn't want to lose the little friendship we did have. I felt so at ease with her. As we worked on projects together, she always made me laugh and I do have to say she was an excellent plumber. She really knew her shit. It was funny how a lot of the other guys were surprised that Sam and I got along so well. Of course, I didn't lay a hand on her or talk about sex with her. We just told jokes and I told her about my family and she was going to tell me more about hers. I noticed that one older fella named Ralph watched us quite a bit. He was always kind of stone-faced. I hadn't really talked to him other than saying hello. He seemed to watch Sam at different times. Probably wondered about her and the coveralls. No one talked about her sexual orientation at class. Which I think was a good thing. I asked her how she became a plumber. I wanted to know much more about her personal life. Maybe it would explain why she turned to women. Damn, she had the prettiest face. "Well, let's see," she said. "I come from a small family. There is just my mom, dad and I have one sister, Brenda. She's two years older than me. My grandfather started this plumbing business and my dad became a plumber as well as my uncle. My mom does all the paperwork and appointments. Dad and Uncle Ralph are the main plumbers. We do have a couple of extra guys that work for us that are not family." "Uncle Ralph? Is that the same Ralph that keeps staring at us all the time?" I looked up and he was looking at us from across the room. "Yep! That's my Uncle Ralph, dad's brother. He's really a sweetie when you get to know him. We take turns taking these update courses. This time it was me and my uncle's turn." "Why didn't you partner up with him instead of me," I asked. "I work with Uncle Ralph all the time and besides you seemed like you needed a friend." She was right. Was it that obvious? I did need a friend. I just wish she wasn't gay. "Anyway, back to my family. Dad always wanted a son to carry on his plumbing business. Brenda wasn't interested and besides she's somewhat of a priss," laughed Sam. "Don't get me wrong, I love her, she's my sister. It's just that she's more of the homemaker type. I don't think she would know what end of a pipe wrench to hold. "I was interested in watching dad as far back as I could remember. I guess when I got older and found out that dad would never have that son to carry on his business I decided to be the one to carry on the family business. Uncle Ralph is a great plumber but not much with the bookwork. He was married and divorced twice and has a son and two daughters but they aren't interested in the business either. So that leaves me," smiled Sam. "Sam, why the coveralls and ball cap? It kind of makes you look... like a guy. I don't mean to upset you but I was just wondering. You have such a pretty face." I was hoping I didn't push it too far. I didn't really want to get her mad at me. "I live clear on the other side of town. I work in coveralls to save my clothes. It saves me time getting here from my last jobs. I'm not here to impress anyone as Sheila is. I'm here to take my classes and get on with my life. I'm sorry if it bothers you." "No, it doesn't bother me; I was just wondering. Please don't take it personal. We are buddies, aren't we?" "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have jumped on you. I guess I just get aggravated when I don't fit into someone's little box that they think I should be in. And, yes, I do consider you a friend," answered Sam. "Ok, Friend, would you like to go out with me on Friday? You can even wear your coveralls if you want," I smiled. I thought I'd take a giant leap here. I wasn't sure what her reply would be. We've been partners for a few weeks now. I really did want to get to know her better. "I'm sorry, Jeff. I spend Friday nights with my girlfriends." I knew my face showed the sadness. I guess I was really falling for her and hoping everyone was wrong about her. I was still kind of lonely but the time around Sam was my bright spots for the week. "Jeff, would you like to go to a Tigers baseball game on Saturday? One of my customers gave me two tickets along the third base line. It isn't a date. We'll go as best buds and each pay our own way." "What? Baseball game, Saturday, with you, of course I would love to. I haven't been anywhere since I moved here. Maybe you could show me around the city a little?" I smiled. Sam laughed. "Let's see how it goes with the ball game first. You can pick me up at my house. I still live with my parents. Pick me up at noon so we won't be late." She handed me a card with her name and address on it. I honestly couldn't believe my good luck. On Saturday, I went to pick up Sam. When I arrived at her house, a very nice looking lady I figured to be Sam's mom, answered he door. I could tell where Sam got her good looks. "Hello. Oh, you must be Jeff. Sam told me she and a friend were going to the Tigers game today. I'm Marlene Davis, Sam's mother. Please come in. She'll just be a minute." I talked to her mother for a few minutes about where I was from and where I worked. I mentioned that I met Sam at the class we were both taking. About a minute later, Sam came into the room. She was dressed in jeans, which looked great on her. She had on a large Go Tigers shirt and a Tigers baseball cap with her blond ponytail pulled through it. She looked like a tomboy, but a very beautiful one. She smiled at me and said, "Not exactly girly but not coveralls either. You have to wear something that says Tigers on it. We can pick something up at the stadium," she laughed. "I hope you're a Tiger fan. I forgot you're not from Michigan." "I liked the Reds when I lived in Kentucky and the Pirates or Indians when I lived along the West Virginia border. I live here now so if you're for the Tigers, I'm for the Tigers," I laughed. I liked sports but I really didn't have a favorite team, which was good. Sam was a die-hard Detroit fan. We stopped at one of the souvenir booths and I got a shirt and hat similar to Sam's. "There! Now we're real buddies," I laughed. The whole day was great. We ate hot dogs and each drank one beer. After that, we had pop. We were like two kids eating everything the vendors came by with. I had to wonder how Sam kept her shape eating all we did. I ran every day so I knew I would have to run a little longer to run off all the extra calories. The Tigers won and we cheered rather loudly. On the way back to the car, Sam told me she would have to spend some extra time at the gym to work off all that stuff she ate. "You go to a gym?" I asked. "I run at least three miles every day whenever I find the time. Maybe I'll join your gym and I can exercise with you," I said. I was still hoping we could be more than friends. I kept looking for a way to get closer to her. I knew she was my buddy, but I wanted much more. "Well, Jeff, you can join the gym but I work out on ladies day. It's on Monday and Wednesday mornings. Guys day is Tuesday and Thursday, same as our classes. Of course, they have mixed couples day in the evening but it's not my kind of crowd. I hate to be stared at like a piece of meat." I kind of let it drop. I didn't want to think of her as a lesbian. She was just too much fun and I wanted to keep her as a friend. We stopped at a hamburger joint on the way home and got us something to eat, like we needed it. I went so I could spend a little more time with her. We sat and talked about the game and what a good time we had. I asked her if she was going to show me the rest of Detroit. She smiled and told me that the only day she had open was Saturdays. We agreed that Saturday would be buddies day for us. She would show me something new every Saturday. Life was good for me now. In the following weeks, she took me to the MGM Casino, Zoo, a cruise boat, and she showed me downtown Detroit. It actually was a pretty nice place. We went to Greenfield Village and the Henry Ford Museum. What a fantastic place. I loved all the old cars. It was funny but we didn't even hold hands. Just being with her made my day. Our classes had long been over and new ones were starting. We both were taking the classes offered. Me, because I was required to, and Sam convinced her dad to let her go to the new class. It had to do with welding pipe. Sheila wasn't there but a few of the other guys were. They were surprised that Sam and I were still partners. Sam told me a little about her growing up but not much about dating. She did ask me how come I never made it with Sheila. I asked her how did she know if I did or not. "Sheila tells about all her sexual conquests and your name was never mentioned. I can't believe you passed on her," said Sam. "She's not my type, Sam. I left West Virginia because of a women just like her. I like sex as much as the next guy but I prefer to do it with someone I care for. What about you? I never hear you talk about your sexual escapades?" This was the first time we discussed sex like this. I was wondering what kind of answer I would get. Sam looked at me rather seriously before she answered. "Not any escapades to discuss. I guess like you I'm waiting for the right person," said Sam. "I've been out with a few people but nothing serious." She said right person, not guy or man. Damn! I also found out she had no-one in her life right now either. At least that's what she said. "Jeff, I have a favor to ask you." "What is it, Sam? We're best buds. You can ask me anything." "My Sister Brenda is getting married and I'm in the wedding. It's going to be a small wedding but mom said it would be nice if I had a date. So since you're my best bud, I'm asking you." "You and me on a date? Great! I don't have to wear a monkey suit, do I?" "As a matter of fact, you do. One of the groomsmen can't make it and my future brother needs a replacement. Since the bridesmaids seem to pair up, I asked Bruce if I could find one for him. I know this is out of the blue, but I'll even pay for the tux rental." "So do I get to dance with you and hold you close like a real date?" I smiled. Sam had kind of a different look on her face. I honestly couldn't read it. She was like in a deep thought. "Well?" I said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking about something else. Of course, I would love to dance with you. You're my date," said Sam. "OK, I'll do it. Just because you're my best friend. By the way, I'll pay for my own tux," I said. Things were back to normal. I worked all week, saw her in class and we usually went somewhere on Saturdays. I so wanted to just come out and ask her about her sexual orientation. I figured she tried to keep it in the closet by the way she never talked about other women. At least in a sexual sense. Most guys she talked negatively about. One Thursday I did go to the bar with Joe and Dan. I had asked Sam to go but I got kind of a dirty look. That was even a bit out of character for Sam. When we got to the bar, all they wanted to do was know about Sam. How come we were together? Did I ever score? "First, guys, Sam isn't a piece of meat to me. She's a good friend. I don't appreciate all your accusations about her and if they don't stop we are going to have a problem here." "Sorry, Jeff," said Joe. "We didn't mean anything by it. It was just odd seeing you two still together." "We're just friends. You guys know you can have female friends, don't you? Women have a sixth sense; if all you want is sex from them they can sense it. That's great if the gal wants to get laid but there are a lot of nice women out there who just like to have male friends and not get hit on all the time. Sam is one of those types of girls." I don't know if any of what I said stayed with these guys. I know they weren't looking for friends but just to get a new conquest. I did tell them to stay away from Sam. She really was my friend. * Thanks for reading Chapter 1 Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear Detroit City - DGH Ch. 02 You need to read part one to understand this story. I wrote it in two parts because of the length. Thank you for reading it and for your comments. DG Chapter 2: On Thursday, I mentioned to Sam that I was going to go see my uncle and his family on Friday and asked her if she wanted to go along and meet them. We were already going to another Tiger game on Saturday. "I'd like to, Jeff, but that's my night with the girls. I can't disappoint them on such short notice. Maybe another time." It was every Friday with the girls and Saturday with me. I knew at some point I would have to have a heart-to-heart with Sam. My feelings for her were strong and beginning to bother me. I wanted to hold her, to kiss her. It was going to come to a head. I thought I'd better wait until after her sister's wedding. I didn't want to ruin that for her. I went to my uncle's on Friday. Uncle Bud and Aunt Helen were celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary. My brother and his family were there and of course Allen and Carol, Uncle Bud's kids were there also. I met a few of the neighbors and friends of my aunt and uncle. I'd met Allen and Carol when we were kids. I was two years older than Carol who was twenty-two and Allen was still in college; he was twenty-one. I remembered when they would come to visit when we were little kids. I think my parents even brought us up to Michigan one time to see them also. I do have to say Carol was a looker. Built about like Sam and had blond hair also. I did think 'too bad she was my cousin.' My cousin Allen came up and asked me how I liked Detroit. I told him apart from being a little lonely at times, it was okay. He saw me staring at his sister who was dressed in a rather skimpy bathing suit. He laughed, "I know; too bad she's your cousin. It wouldn't have made much difference anyway. Her friend Cindy is here today. She and Cindy have been close friends since high school. To me it doesn't make any difference. She's a really cool sister and it's her life." I thought for a moment. Carol and Cindy were the names of the two girls that I had heard about with Sam. Surely, it wasn't my own cousin. I needed to find out. I just had to go about it the right way. I talked with Carol and asked her how she was doing. We talked about when we were all little kids and ran around the fields and played on the haystacks and got in trouble going into the caves. Carol just laughed. She said those were some really fun times. We talked about her high school and she said she was a jock. She and a couple of her friends loved sports. I mentioned that I knew a woman named Samantha Davis who was a jock. That we were partners in plumbing class. "Sam! God, I love Sam," said Carol. "She was one of my best friends. How is she doing? I sure miss her. We had some of the best times together. No girl could play sports like that girl. She was better than most guys. I really loved that girl. Tell her I would love to see her again," smiled Carol. About that time, another good-looking woman walked up to us. Carol introduced us. "Cindy, this is my cousin Jeff. He moved here from..." "West Virginia," I said. "Before that I lived in Kentucky. Carol used to come down and visit during a few summers." "Nice to meet you, Jeff," smiled Cindy. "Guess what, Cindy? Jeff is taking a plumbing class and guess who's in his class?" asked Carol. "How should I know? I'm not exactly into plumbing..." "Sam ... Sam is in his class. He says they are good friends," said Carol. "Oh, my God! We love that girl. You tell her that we said hi and to come see us. Before you leave, we'll give you our address. We lost touch when we went to college. I'd love to see her again." "I'll do that. I'm sure she would like to see you ladies again also." "Oh," said Carol. "If you want to have a little fun with her, ask her what happened in the shower after one of our ball games. I'm sure she will remember," laughed the two ladies. Damn, I knew what happened in the locker room. I guess what I had heard about her was true. I still don't care. I was falling in love with her. It's just she didn't know it. On Saturday, Sam and I went to the game. I did my best to enjoy it but the thought of my cousin Carol knowing Sam did bother me. I decided not to talk to her about it yet. I told Sam that my sister was coming to visit me and I wanted them to meet her. Sam said it would be great, just let her know when. Sue my sister came up the following weekend. She and her husband Bryan were going to stay at my brother's place for about a week; I would visit with them. During class on Thursday I told Sam my sister and brother were coming in Saturday. They were staying for the week. They had one child who was only one year old. I also mentioned that I had met her friends Carol and Cindy at my uncle's place. She looked surprised. "You met my friends Carol and Cindy?" asked Sam. I handed her the address and phone number the girls had given me. "As a matter of fact, Carol is my cousin. I had only seen her a couple of times when we were kids. I couldn't believe it when I found out she knew you," I replied. "Carol and Cindy were my best friends in school along with the other girls that played sports. I guess it's because we spent so much time together. We all played volleyball, softball and basketball. We were all on the track team but we almost had to work it in. Our schedules were so full." "So why didn't you keep in touch?" I asked. "Just part of life. They both went out of state to college and I went to the local school for plumbing. I'd love to see them again. They really are a couple of fun girls," said Sam. Again I was confused. She talked about them as good friends, not old lovers. Maybe she really isn't gay. Damn, why am I so afraid to just ask her? I really knew why. I was afraid that if she said she was, I might lose her as a best friend. We went to my brother's place on Saturday. It was so good to see my sister again. I hugged her and gave her a sisterly kiss. "I sure missed you, Sue," I said. "I missed you too, little brother. So, where is this girlfriend you've been hiding from the family?" 'Oh, shit,' I thought. 'How would Sam react?' I turned around and Sam had just walked in the room. She had been talking to my brother for a minute. Bob and his family had met Sam a number of times. I remember they thought she was a real looker and had a great personality. I never mentioned about her possibly being gay. At least Sam was smiling; she must have not heard Sue. "Sue, this is my best bud Sam. Sam, Sue is my youngest and most ornery sister. This is her husband, Bryan holding my niece Amanda." They all greeted each other with hugs. Sue looked at Sam and said, "You sure are a looker. How did my little brother ever find you?" laughed Sue. I figured I had to get Sue to the side and tell her that Sam and I weren't a number before it got too far. I didn't get a chance as Sam answered her question. "Jeff and I took a plumbing class together. We became friends and we have our best bud day which is Saturday. He seemed rather lost in our big city," she smiled. "So I offered to show him the sights. I've lived here my whole life." "Well, thank you for looking after him. He is the youngest in the family," laughed Sue. "Can I hold Amanda?" asked Sam. "I love kids." Bryan handed Amanda over to Sam. Sam looked so natural holding my niece. "I want to hold her too," I said. "I've never seen her since she was first born." I went home one weekend to see my sister right after she had Amanda. It was before I met Sam. Even then, Sue told me I just needed to find the right woman. My brother and sister planned a cookout so we all went outside and played lawn games. Bryan couldn't believe how good Sam was playing these games. She even beat the teenagers. I at least held my own with her. While I was playing a few games, I saw Sam and Sue talking. Sam was holding Amanda. It made me wonder how much Sam liked kids. Sam and Sue talked for quite awhile. I talked to Sue myself a little while later. I needed to tell her about Sam. One thing I'll tell you about my sister. She is very outspoken. She doesn't take much from anyone. "She's quite a catch, little brother," said Sue. "Sue, about Sam. She's not my girlfriend; she's just my best friend," I said. "Bullshit! Jeff, I'm not blind and I know you better than anyone. You're in love with her; anyone can see that." "She's gay, Sue. She's a lesbian," I replied. "We're just friends." "You're full of shit, Jeff. She's no more a lesbian than I am. Where the hell did you get such an idea? Hell, I think she loves you as much as you love her. Have you ever told her you love her?" "No, I didn't want to spoil our friendship. Saturdays are my favorite day of the week. It's our day together." "I suggest you have a long talk with her. Believe me, she's a keeper, unlike the ones you dated back home. I can't believe you are so naive. I guess we sheltered you a little too much," laughed Sue. A few minutes later my uncle and aunt showed up to see my sister. Carol and Cindy were with them. Everyone greeted each other; Sam and Carol were almost crying when they saw each other. After all the greetings Sam said she and her girlfriends were going swimming and talk. She asked me if I wanted to swim with them. "Maybe later. I'll let the three of you talk over old times first. Besides, I don't know if I could handle three gorgeous women in bathing suits even if I am related to one of them." The girls all laughed as they ran in the house to change. It occurred to me that this would be the first time I saw Sam in a bathing suit. I had seen Carol and Cindy a couple of weeks ago. Before Sam got into the pool she came up to me and said, "What do you think?" as she smiled and opened her towel. "You're beautiful, Sam." As she walked away laughing to join her friends I said in a low voice, "I just wish you were more than my best bud..." I never did join them in the pool. My brother's kids did and even Bryan jumped in. I told them I would keep Sue and Amanda company. "Talk to her, Jeff. Do it as soon as possible. Believe me, she's not gay. I could tell Carol and Cindy are but not Sam," said Sue. "I was going to wait till after I go to her sister's wedding," I said. "Wait for what? If she was a lesbian, you were still going to take her as a friend. Just tell her, for Pete's sake. It's killing you inside. If you don't tell her I will," said Sue. "OK, OK, I'll talk to her on the way home," I replied. "Talk to her now. Please! You'll be glad you did. Trust me," replied Sue. When Sam got out of the pool, I handed her a towel. "Sam, can I talk to you for a minute? It's very important and personal." "What's the matter, Jeff? I've never seen you like this. Is there a problem?" asked Sam. "God, you're gorgeous. I've never seen so much of you before." "Thanks, Jeff, now what's going on?" "This might ruin our friendship but I have to tell you that I'm in love with you and I think I've been since the day I met you. I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I'll still take you to your sister's wedding next week but I'll understand if you have a change of mind." Sam had a look of wonderment on her face. "Jeff, I care for you too. What made you bring this up now? I'm missing something here." "Are you a lesbian?" "What? What in God's name did I ever do that would make you think I was a lesbian? You're right, Jeff, we do need to talk," replied Sam. "Sam, could you please wrap that towel around yourself? I'm having a hard time concentrating seeing you in that bathing suit. You're so damn beautiful." "OK, I'll slip a shirt on but you're going to tell me everything." I watched Sam walk over to the house. As she walked by my sister, she smiled. She really was a knockout. I hoped she cared for me half as much as I did her. Sam came out with a t-shirt over her bathing suit. "OK, Jeff, what made you think I liked women?" "Well, please don't hate me. It was a number of things that happened that made me wonder. When I first met you, you had on the coveralls and ball cap." "So women wearing coveralls are lesbians to you?" "Please, Sam, I'm trying to be honest with you here. I don't think women that wear coveralls are lesbians; that's stupid and we both know it. When I went out with the guys at our first class, they talked about you. Please remember that was before I really knew you. We had just met." "Those stupid idiots. What did they say about me?" asked Sam. "They said you were a dyke, you know, a girl that is the man in a girl/girl relationship." "I know what a dyke is, Jeff; please continue." "They said that they had all asked you out a number of times throughout the last couple of years and you always refused them." "Jeff, they're assholes. Why would a girl want to go out with them? You see why they like Sheila. It's not for her conversational skills. Surely you can see why I wouldn't want to go out with any of them?" replied Sam. "You're right. They are idiots and I told them that I didn't want to hear any more shit about you. Even if you are a lesbian, you're also my friend." "You said that? Thank you for sticking up for me. I know there's more. What is it? "Sheila said she saw you kissing Cindy in the locker room. At the same time, Carol had you by the boobs. I didn't really believe it till Carol told me to ask you about a locker room incident. Of course I never did ask you. I already knew." "Jeff, I wish you would have asked me. Carol, Cindy and I were best friends. We still are. As I told you before we played all kind of sports together. You should know that both Carol and Cindy are bi-sexual. They are lovers and have been for years. They also date men too. "What happened in the shower was the two of them were playing around. I told them they should stop before someone saw them and they would get in trouble. It made Cindy laugh and she said, 'Well, you're going to get in trouble with us.' She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips; she was holding my head between her hands. At the same time, Carol came up behind me and grabbed my boobs. We all laughed. They knew I wasn't into women; it was all in fun. "That's when Carol looked up and saw Sheila. She was a cheerleader. Carol told her to get her skinny ass out of there. She quickly left the locker room. I guess she has been passing the story around ever since. Are there any other reasons you thought I was gay?" "Friday night with the girls. I figured it was your night out with them," I said. "It is my night with the girls. I'm not going to tell you about them till next Friday. You're coming with me to meet them. Now I have a few questions for you." "Go ahead, I'll tell you whatever I can," I replied. "Is that why you never tried to kiss me or hold my hand? I couldn't understand why I turned you off, or at least didn't turn you on," asked Sam. "I was afraid of losing you as a friend. Since you were a lesbian I figured you would get pissed if I tried anything," I replied. "I wanted you as a friend even if we couldn't be intimate." "Jeff, why didn't you just ask me? If we were buddies, then I would think you would have at least mentioned it." "You never said anything to me either. Why is that?" I asked. "At the beginning you seemed lonely but yet a nice guy. You said you just left a relationship and I didn't want a guy fresh off a rebound. Then you said we were just buddies so I figured you didn't want a relationship with me. I actually felt bad when you dropped me off every Saturday and didn't even try anything. I guess we were both trying too hard not to have an affair. What made you want to talk to me now of all places?" "My sister Sue told me I shouldn't wait. She said she knew I cared for you right off the bat. Why are you smiling?" "Sue asked me about you and I told her I cared for you but you didn't seem to notice me in an intimate way. That's when she told me to push the envelope and put on my bathing suit. She said if you didn't notice me then that you were dead. I took her advice." "Sam, when you were in the pool with your friends I could tell you were talking about me by the way you were looking at me. What was being said?" "I told you that Carol and Cindy were bi-sexual. Cindy asked if you and I were serious because she was thinking of jumping your bones." "What? What did you say to her?" I asked. "That you were mine but didn't know it yet and were completely off limits," said Sam with a smile. "Boy, we sure wasted some time, didn't we?" "No, I don't think so. I got to know the real Sam; the gorgeous woman outside and the beautiful person on the inside. We never had sex or made love and I still love you. We have found out so much more about each other's likes and dislikes. We really are buddies but I want it to be so much more." "Me too, Jeff," smiled Sam. We better get back to the party before everyone wonders where we are." "Do I get a kiss now, Sam?" I asked. "Nope, you made me wait, now you're going to have to wait since I know you care for me," smiled Sam. "How long are you going to make me wait?" I laughed. A smiling Sam said, "Not too long but long enough for you to want me." "I want you now, Sam," I smiled. Sam laughed and shook her butt in front of me as she walked. It was a fake walk but her butt sure looked nice. We went back to the party. The atmosphere between us changed. She would lean up against me, hold my hand and even playfully slapped me when we played games like volleyball. I loved it and tried to kiss her a couple of times when I had her pinned down after tackling her in one of the games of keep away. She did turn her head and I kissed her cheek. I joked with her and told her I was going to tackle her friend Cindy. If you remember earlier, Sam told me Cindy said that I was a decent catch. "I don't think that would be a good idea. I'll have to help Cindy out and I know Carol will join in and you might lose all your clothes," laughed Sam. I didn't know if she was bluffing or not but I wasn't about to take these three lady jocks on. ----------------------- The following week was the end of the class for this semester. On Tuesday, the guys asked if I was going out to celebrate like we did at the end of each class. I knew Sam didn't like it and now she was sort of my girl but these guys didn't know it. I had a talk with Sam and she told me to go. She also suggested that I tell the guys to invite Sheila. I knew she had an ulterior motive so I told the guys I would be there. I did mention to them to invite Sheila. Dan said she always shows up after the end of each class even if she didn't take the course. I knew something was going on. I talked with my sister Sue who said she would be going home on Friday. She told me Sam invited her and Bryan out on Thursday night. I had a feeling Sam was inviting them to the Horseshoe Lounge after class. After exams Sam told me she was leaving early. She needed time to change her clothes. She still had on her coveralls, and would be picking up Sue and Bryan. She told me under no circumstances was I to mention it to anyone. After she left, I heard the guys say, "We're not surprised, she never comes. I really would have liked to tap her just one time. Once she was with me she would never want a woman again," laughed Bill. "You know, Bill," I said. "You're an asshole. I asked Sam why she never dated you. She told me because you are a sorry excuse for a man. All you do is tear down women and talk about how good you are. Did you ever think that the problem might not be Sam? It just might be you." I knew Bill wanted to say something but he knew I would kick his ass. They all knew Sam was my friend and I wouldn't listen to their snide remarks about her. I knew they did it when I wasn't around. I just didn't want to hear it. Detroit City - DGH Ch. 02 After class, we all headed to the lounge. As we entered the lounge, Sheila surprised me and kissed me. "There's a lot more where that came from, Jeff. All you have to do is ask," smiled Sheila. Sheila then kissed Dan, Bill, Ben and Joe. She had two friends with her which all the guys seem to know. There was two large tables put together and everyone was sitting around it. I sat over on the end because I wasn't planning on staying long. The music had already started and the guys grabbed the girls and were out dancing with them. The first thing that came to mind was how this group was made for each other. No one really cared a shit about the other. It was all about having a good time. They all came back after the song ended and the drinks were there and they started in. I had a ginger ale. I was taking a sip when I heard Bill say, "Holy shit!!!" I looked at him and he was staring at the door. Everyone was looking, so I turned my head, and Sam had just entered the lounge. Her blond hair was in waves down around her shoulders. She was dressed in a black mini skirt and it had a slit up the side. A white blouse that showed a lot of her boobs and white high-heel boots. She could have been a very high-class hooker. Damn, did she ever turn heads. What got me even more was my sister Sue dressed very similar but in all black. They came in together. Boy, did the talk ever start at our table. "I always knew she was a lesbian," said Sheila. "Damn, she looks so great," said Joe. "What a waste of good meat." "What about that broad she's with?" said Bill. "You have to admit she has some fantastic taste." Bill looked over at me. He was sitting on the other side of the table. "What do you have to say, Mr. High and Mighty. We told you, but know you said she was your friend. What do you think of your friend now, Jeff?" laughed Bill. "I guess you're just lost for words, aren't you? Let's see if you can compete with her girlfriend," he laughed again. "I love her, Bill. I love her with all my heart and the next time you say anything bad about her I'm going to kick your ass into the Tuesday of next week." No one said a word as I got up and walked up to Sam and Sue. Bryan had just entered the lounge and joined us on the dance floor. We each took our woman into our arms and began dancing. Sam put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down and kissed me. I mean to tell you she really kissed me. Wet, soft mouth, a little tongue and a lot of passion. I looked over at Sue and she and Bryan kissed also. The table of idiots just stared. I kissed Sam again. "I love you, Sam, and only you." After the song ended, the four of us got a booth and ordered drinks. I asked Sam whose idea this was and she told me that she and Sue set it up together. "Sam, you look so damn... I can't think of a word to describe you." "Fuckable," said Sue. "She looks so damn fuckable." Bryan said that Sue wasn't afraid to say anything. "Well, Honey," Sue said to Bryan, "How do I look?" "Very fuckable too," laughed Bryan. We all got up and danced some more. Joe and Sheila danced close to us. We knew they wanted to know what was going on. "So are you two together?" asked Sheila. "We've always been together, Sheila. Ever since we met. You just didn't notice," said Sam. "Who is the other sexy woman and guy you guys are with?" asked Joe. Sue and Bryan danced over by us. "This is my sister Sue and her husband Bryan," I said. "Glad to meet you," said Joe. Sue and Bryan just nodded and danced off. "Now you might want to get back to your table and spread the gossip," said Sam. "Oh, by the way, Sheila. I saw Carol and Cindy last week and they said they heard someone is spreading rumors about them and if they find out who it is, they are going to kick some ass. Just thought you might like to know. Oh, one more thing, stay away from my guy." Sheila and Joe headed back to the table. Sam kissed me again and pressed her body against me. I wasn't thinking and put my hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her to me. "Easy, Jeff, I'm your girlfriend, not your slut," said Sam. "Oh, shit, go ahead and do it one more time to show off," laughed Sam. I did and it felt great. "Jeff, what's that against my belly?" laughed Sam. "I'm sorry, Sam, not much I can do about it. We better go sit down." For the next hour, the four of us had a great time. We laughed and joked. Sam said she was finally glad to put Sheila in her place. I laughed when she said if she had known it sooner she would have kicked some serious butt. Sam and I both thanked Sue for making us speak up. "That's what big sisters are for," smiled Sue. "You take good care of her little brother. She is one sexy woman. Hell, if I was I lesbian I would have gone for her myself," laughed Sue. Sam blushed and said, "Thanks for everything, Sue. I'll make sure he takes good care of me. If he doesn't, I'll let you know." Sam rode with Bryan and Sue to the lounge. We all walked out together and said our goodbyes. Of course, Sam came with me. She grabbed a little suitcase out of Bryan's car. She said it was her coveralls from work. I started driving in the direction of her house. "Where are you going?" asked Sam. "I'm taking you home," I replied. "Not tonight. I didn't do all this just to tease a few pricks. I did this for you, Jeff. I want you to make love to me. Take me to your place." When we got to my apartment and stepped in and closed the door, Sam put her arms around me and kissed me over and over. "Jeff, there is something you should know. "I'm technically a virgin. I lost my hymen years ago playing sports. I've never been with another man so you best take it easy with me." "Do you want me to wear a condom?" I asked. "I went on the pill a few months ago to help straighten out my periods. I'm leaving it up to you. If you've been with other women since you met me, especially Sheila, I expect you to wear a condom." "Sam, I haven't been with anyone since we started our first class together. That's the God's truth. With that said, I slowly removed Sam's clothes and then mine. We lay on my bed and kissed. The lights were dim and we cuddled and hugged for a while. We were on our sides and she had her leg over mine. I rolled her over on her back and kissed her first on the lips and then on her taut nipples. Sam was in great physical shape. Her muscles were solid and her skin smooth. I worked my way down to her flat tummy. I couldn't help but kiss it over and over. It must have tickled her because she laughed and pulled her knees up. After raising my head, she put her legs back down. I put my hand between her legs, down over her tuft of blond hair. She spread her legs wider for easier access to her pussy. She was extremely wet. I inserted two fingers and started finger fucking her. She was moaning and groaning. She was so hot. I climbed between her legs and started eating her out. She was so wet; I knew my face was covered with her juices, but I wanted more. I used my fingers to open her honey pot even more and inserted my tongue. I could feel her beginning to climax. She had both of her hands on the back of my head holding me down against her pussy. I felt her spasm after spasm. Her wetness all over my face. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Eat me, Jeff, please eat me," cried Sam. I rose up and Sam said, "You're so wonderful. It's your turn, take me Jeff, take me now." I put my cock to the entrance of her pussy. I pushed my cockhead in slowly then I was fully inserted within the next few seconds. I was giving her all I had. At the same time, she was bucking up against me. We were both covered in sweat as we fucked each other. I told her I was ready to come. I pushed in hard and held my cock deep within her. She was holding onto my ass with both hands. I could feel her coming again. She screamed out, "Oh fuck, it feels so good. I feel your cum inside me. Come on, baby, give it all to me." I came till I couldn't come any more. Sam let go of my ass and lowered her legs. "Kiss me, Jeff, kiss me now?" "I have a face full of your juices." "I don't care, I just need for you to kiss me and lay with me." I crawled up on her and kissed her passionately. She responded by kissing me back just as hard. I then laid next to her and she climbed into my arms and fell asleep. We woke up early. We both had to go to work. I couldn't believe we were in that same position the whole night. It felt so good waking up next to her naked body against me but now my arm was getting stiff. I was happy to see her open her eyes and smile at me. I let Sam use the shower first. Afterwards we both were dressed; now I knew why she brought her coveralls. We had some coffee and toast, and kissed goodbye. Before leaving, she reminded me that tonight was her night with the girls and I was supposed to come along. She said she would be by to pick me up at six. I have to admit I wondered exactly what this was all about. She went out with the girls almost every Friday. I knew she wasn't a lesbian so what exactly was this girls' night out that she did every week? I felt good at work knowing Sam was now my girl. I was already missing Sam. I knew she was the one. I had to wonder if she would want to commit herself to me. I was thinking marriage here. Was I pushing it? I really did want to be with her forever. That evening Sam honked the horn and I ran out to her car. She was dressed rather normal in her blouse and jeans. She looked good in whatever she wore. She stopped off at a convenience store and picked up some vanilla ice cream and two bottles of pop, one root beer and one ginger ale. She smiled and said, "The ginger ale is for you." "What's going on Sam? It looks like you're going to a birthday party instead of out with the girls?" "Just wait, you wanted to know about me and the girls and you're about to meet them." Sam pulled into a retirement community. She parked in front of one of the units and we walked in. "We're here, Grandma," said Sam. We walked into the kitchen and there were three older women sitting there. "Grandma, this is Jeff. Jeff, this is my Grandma Ellen. The woman next to her is my ornery Great Aunt Lucille. Next to her is our friend and Grandma's neighbor, Bertha." "Nice to finally meet you, Jeff," said her grandma Ellen.. "Yeah," said her aunt Lucille who preferred to be called Lucy. "We have heard about you and talked about you for God knows how long. We finally get to check you out," smiled Lucy. "He checks out pretty good in my book," said Bertha. "He's got a nice butt." "Come on now," said Sam. You promised you wouldn't embarrass him if I brought him to meet you." "Embarrass him hell, I'd do him if I was forty years younger," said Lucy. "OK, that's enough," said Sam. "Jeff, as you can see these so called ladies are my card playing girls. Grandma said they needed a fourth person to play hausey or euchore on Friday nights. I volunteered to join them. Today was my turn to bring the snacks. That's why we stopped at the store." "Did you bring gin or vodka?" asked Lucy. "Don't pay any attention to them, Jeff. None of them are allowed any alcohol. I brought ice cream and root beer. I thought we could have some root beer floats later," said Sam. "Honey, you are so thoughtful. You put up with three old ladies every week. You are really an angel," said Ellen. "Yes, you do," replied Lucy. "In fact, tonight there seems to be a special glow about you. What did you do that caused such a glow?" "I bet she got laid," said Bertha. "Bertha, you should be ashamed of yourself. Talking like that in front of her friend," said Ellen. "I used to glow when I made love with my boyfriend many years ago," said Bertha. "They're just friends," Lucy said. "I wanted to tell you three that Jeff is my boyfriend; he's more than just a friend," smiled Sam. "I told you she got that glow from getting laid, I told you," said Bertha. "Bertha, that's enough. You're making Sam blush," said Lucy. "Hell, if I was fifty years younger I would give her a run for her money," smiled Bertha. "You three be quiet or change the subject. My love life is none of your concern," smiled Sam. All four of them were smiling. I went over and turned on the TV and watched a game. I had to laugh because I was listening to them talk about me and Sam. I just kept my mouth shut and drank my ginger ale. Later I did make them all a root beer float. Both Lucy and Bertha grabbed my butt. They were really three ornery old ladies. "Grandma, you know I won't be here next week. We have the rehearsal dinner for Brenda's wedding. I take it you'll be there Saturday?" asked Sam. "All three of us will be there. Make sure that hunk of a boyfriend dances with us," laughed Ellen. "It would be a pleasure to dance with all three of you," I replied. I hugged each one of them and told them I'd see them next Saturday. I had to laugh when Bertha said, "Make sure you wear a condom if Sam isn't on the pill." From behind her, we heard Ellen say, "Bertha, shut up. Leave them alone; they look like they were meant for each other." Sam laughed almost all the way home. She said she felt sorry for them and it was fun playing cards and listening to them talk. She loved them and I could tell that she meant the world to them also. It was just one more thing that I loved about Sam. Sam mentioned that she wouldn't be going out with me Saturday. She was going shopping and help get things ready for her sister's wedding. I told her I understood but would still miss her. Since class was over, I wouldn't be seeing her on Tuesday or Thursday. I told her a week without Sam just wasn't good. She told me to call her, which I did every evening. She said she would see me at the rehearsal Friday and we could spend Saturday together at the wedding. She said she had a sneaky suspicion I was going to get lucky again on Saturday, after the wedding. We talked for a while at the rehearsal dinner. I just wanted to be near her. Her family all seemed to like me. Her sister Brenda pulled me aside and said that Sam had never introduced any man to the family. I was the only one. She told me that Sam had told her she loved me. "Please don't play on her feelings. She's my little sister and I would hate to see her get hurt." "Brenda, I love Sam. The last thing I would ever do would be to hurt her. I want to ask her to marry me but I don't want to put her on the spot. We haven't been a couple very long even though I loved her for a long time." "Go with your feelings, Jeff. Believe me, Sam is a great girl, even if she is my little sister," laughed Brenda. I did kiss Sam goodnight. She said she had rode over with her parents and figured she better leave with them. Tomorrow we would be together. I was looking forward to that day. I was an usher and helped seat the people. I then stood up front while the bridesmaid came down the aisle. When I saw Sam, I couldn't help but smile. She looked beautiful. As I saw her sister Brenda come down the aisle in her wedding dress, all I could picture was Sam dressed in the white gown. The reception was great. Ellen, Lucy and Bertha were all there. I danced with them like I promised. Sam was laughing because the older ladies kept grabbing my butt. Of course, they were all doing it to tease me. I was dancing with her Aunt Lucy who had on a ton of jewelry; two necklaces and rings on every finger. She still wore her wedding ring. Her husband had passed away five years ago. We were dancing near Sam and we overheard her grandmother ask her if we were getting married? "He hasn't proposed yet Grandma. He may not be ready, I don't know," said Sam very quietly. Lucy said, "You heard that too, didn't you, Jeff." "Yes, I love her but I wasn't sure if she was ready. Now I wish I had bought her a ring. I was just looking at them yesterday." Sam looked over at us. She had overheard us talking. "Is it true what you just said, Jeff? You really want us to get married?" "Yes, Sam, but I have to do it right. I'll go buy a ring tomorrow and stop by and ask you properly." "If a ring is all that is stopping you then take this one," said Lucy. "I can't take your wedding ring, Aunt Lucy. I know what it means to you," said Sam. "Honey, I know how much you have always admired it and I was going to will it to you anyway. I think your Uncle Henry would understand if I gave it to you early." We had drawn quite a crowd by this time including the bride, Brenda who was smiling at me. Lucy handed me the ring and Brenda took the microphone and said, "Everyone, may I have your attention please? Jeff, my sister's boyfriend has an announcement." She handed me the microphone. The hall was nearly in complete silence. I got down on one knee in front of a seated Sam and made my proposal. "Sam, I loved you since the first day I saw you almost a year ago. I know a lot of people don't believe in love at first sight. I can honestly say I never did until I saw you. In the last year, I really got to know you and I just fell deeper in love. I wanted to tell you so badly but just couldn't find the words. I was afraid of losing you as a friend by making any advances or telling you my true feelings. "I had no idea until recently that you felt the same about me. In front of God and your family and friends I promise to love and cherish you forever if you will be my wife, lover and best friend." Sam was crying, Brenda was crying and most of the women around us were all crying. Finally Lucy said, "Sam, he's waiting for your answer." "Oh, my God, Yes! Yes! Of course I'll marry you." I slipped the ring that Lucy had given me onto her finger and kissed her. Her sister Brenda was the next to hug her, then her three ornery card-playing friends. Sam's mom and dad also came over and hugged her. Of course, I was being congratulated also. The band began playing and we watched Brenda and her husband dance. We didn't want to detract from their wedding. Brenda invited us to join them on the dance floor, which we did. We were soon joined by everyone else. After the wedding, Sam and I went back to my apartment and made love over and over again. There isn't a part of her beautiful body that I didn't lick or kiss. We didn't count orgasms but we made love until we both fell asleep. Now we had to set a date. First, we decided to go see my parents the following weekend. My parents loved Sam from the moment they saw her. They had heard a lot about her from Sue and Bryan. My uncle and brother in Michigan both said what a wonderful gal I was getting. I took Sam on a tour of the area of my hometown. She really loved it in the country; she thought it was really beautiful. I went by the mill I worked at and a few of the hangouts I once went to. She wanted to go into one. I took her to one of the country western ones where it probably looked like Texas the way everyone was dressed. I saw a few of my old high school friends and they couldn't believe I was marrying a gal that looked like Sam. Sam walked over to the jukebox and played a song. It was Detroit City by Bobby Bare. I held her close as we listened to the song danced. "I want to go home, I want to go home. Oh Lord, I want to go home. Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city, And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home. I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother. And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long," Sam looked at me. "Are you still waiting for that girl in the song?" "No Sam, I found her and the strange part was, I found her in Detroit City." I told her I no longer cared where we lived as long as we were together. Then she leaned forward and kissed me. I can honestly say there were a lot of my friends in the bar wishing they were me. Detroit City - DGH Ch. 02 I was glad we didn't run into either Amy or Darlene. I knew Sam would understand but it was something I didn't want to deal with. Epilogue: We were married six months later. Everyone showed up for the wedding. All of my brothers and sisters were there along with my mom and dad. Sam laughed saying she never saw such a big wonderful family. Brenda was the matron of honor, seeing it was her only sister and our marriage proposal happened at her wedding. Carol and Cindy were both bridesmaids. I have to tell you they looked great. Sam says that she doesn't care what people think. They are her friends and she will always stick by them. It's nobody's business what they do behind closed doors. I agree with her. My dad pulled me aside and said, "Son, love her like there is no tomorrow. Never go to bed mad at each other and always be true to her and her only. I made a mistake one time and almost lost your mother over it." I knew it took a lot for my dad to say that. He was a proud man who made a mistake. He wanted to make sure I didn't. I continued to work at Ford and eventually got my journeyman card and was making the big money. Sam worked with her father and uncle. I helped them whenever they needed an extra hand. Of course, they did have other plumbers working for them which was a good thing seeing Sam and I started having kids. It's been nine years and five kids later. Sam said she was going to have as many kids as God allowed her. She always wanted a big family. She is one fantastic mother. We did heed my dad's advice. I love her like every day is our last day together. Sure we have a few little squabbles but we always make up before the sun sets. I did find out that it wasn't important where I lived but it was the people I surrounded myself with. In Kentucky it was family. In West Virginia it was family. Now in Detroit City, I'm surrounded by my own family and the most loving wife on God's green earth. Thank you for reading my story. A special thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story. Of course a big thank you to Jake Rivers for the invitation to write a story about a country song. Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear.