6 comments/ 12177 views/ 8 favorites Life’s Strange Turns Ch. 09-10 By: deadeye_76 The final chapters of this relationship. Thanks to all who have enjoyed my first long romantic story. Dennis has just left the hospital to go home and pack for returning to Chicago after donating bone marrow. * 5th of July 2007 I was home and it was about 11pm when I heard a light knock on the sliding doors leading to the back yard. It startled me and I was shocked that someone would be there. I went around to the doors and standing there was Jennifer. I opened the door and she stepped in. "Can we talk now?" Although it was still warm and humid outside, she was trembling. "Sure. Is my bedroom okay?" She nodded and came in, heading straight for the bedroom. I followed and when I got there, she threw herself into my arms and started sobbing. She held me tight and I held her until her sobs finally slowed. She pushed away from me, got a Kleenex, blew her nose, and then sat on the bed. "I'm trying to be strong, but I don't know how much longer I can stand it." She was almost in tears again. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. "You are so strong. So much stronger than any other woman I've ever known. You've raised a beautiful and loving girl as a single parent, and now that you are facing a difficult time you are there, fighting for her, doing everything you can for her. You even came to see me, knowing that I didn't want to see you again." She looked up at me. "That took strength and heart and conviction. I don't know about everything else, but that and that nice young girl I met in the hospital tell me that you are a good mother." "Thank you." She stared into my eyes and I could feel us getting closer. I just had one thing to clear up first. I pulled back and she looked hurt. "I have one thing to say and then one request." She looked up in apprehension. "I want to apologize for what happened in my apartment when you came to see me about Angela." "No, you..." I put my finger to her lips. "No, I have to say this. We had never had an argument about that night at the Christmas Party. That was what that was. I had never been able to express my anger about that and it all came back and I vented out that anger that day. I'm sorry." She looked down. "I deserved it." I put my hand under her chin and pulled her face up. In the dim bedroom lamp it looked so soft, appealing, and beautiful. "No, you didn't. I think there's a statute of limitations on something like that. If I wasn't willing to have that argument 7 years ago, then I can't bring it up now. It's so far in the past that it doesn't matter anymore." She looked up. "It doesn't?" "No." I kissed her lightly on the lips. "Now for my request." She smiled, not yet knowing what I was going to ask her. "Can you tell me about that night? I never heard about it. Explain what happened." ***** Jennifer ***** "Well, it was right after you left for a friend's wedding. Here's the story." I replayed the events for him. March 17th, 2000 It was a Friday, and I was lonely. Dennis was only going to be gone for 5 days. He was going to be the best man in the wedding of an old school friend. The wedding was in Tampa, Florida and he left on Tuesday. Naturally, all my friends wanted me to go out with them to party. This was not unusual. However, this was the first time I had been out with them since Dennis and I discussed being 'exclusive' and the first time since we started dating that he wasn't along. He was all for it but I was unsure. I knew deep down that I was falling in love with him. He was an honest, caring, loving man. He took good care of me and the sex was fantastic. We could barely go two days without one of us initiating sex. He was probably the closest that I or any of my girlfriends had found to the perfect boyfriend. But still, the idea left me conflicted. I had promised myself for years that I would not be one of those women who got married right out of college. I was going to work for a while, make my own way in life, and then, only after determining what I was going to do for the rest of my life as a vocation, would I settle down and have children. I had always felt that I would miss something if I got married too young. I had seen too many people regret it and I didn't want to be one of those. The night started at our favorite local bar with six of my friends. It was a small, intimate place with a lot of students. They actually carded pretty hard, so there were more seniors and graduate students there than underage college students looking to get drunk. I was dancing with my best friend Regina. She was a roommate in the house that we rented. My other roommates were dancing all around us, none of us waiting for an invitation from a guy. We just finished a dance and went back to the table when some of the other regulars to this establishment showed up. It was a group of four guys who we all had known since we were freshman. They partied with us, a couple had dated my girlfriends, and they were always around. A couple of them asked my girlfriends to dance and then a guy named Don asked me. He was a kind of burly guy, a little over six feet tall, with big bones and sandy brown hair. The rumor was that he was 'hung', but none of us had ever slept with him, so we thought it was just a rumor. We danced and he tried to rub up against me, but I kept pushing him away. I had only had a few drinks and wasn't forgetting my arrangements with Dennis. We went back to the table and everyone was chatting... or I should say yelling. It was typical to be yelling to be heard over the din of all the people striving to be heard over the music. We drank and laughed and everyone talked about when they would graduate and where they were going. Pretty soon somebody brought some shots around and we were all getting pretty sloshed. I danced with Don again and this time we gyrated thru a couple of songs rubbing up against each other. I was getting horny and I could tell he was enjoying himself. He was definitely large and I felt him push it up against me. The group we had gathered started thinning out about 11:30. A couple of the guys took off to another student's party. My girlfriends started leaving around midnight, some heading home and some taking off to another bar with some guys. Finally, when the last three left, it was just me and Don. I was drunk and could feel it. I was a little wobbly and mentioned to Don that I had to get home. It was only about a 12 block walk, but he offered to take me home. I accepted. We walked out to the car and he held onto me. I was more sloshed than I thought. I was having trouble walking straight and we were both giggling about it. He got me to the car and helped me in and then went around and got into the car. I was leaning back, my eyes closed, trying to relax and thinking about Dennis and my horniness when I felt a hand on my left breast. What? I opened my eyes to see Don feeling my tit, rubbing his thumb over my nipple with his right hand, while in his left was the biggest dick I had ever seen live. It had to be 9 inches long! The nipple rubbing was sending signals straight to my already neglected pussy. I couldn't think straight. I pushed his hand away. "Please, Don, don't." I thought that would do it since we had known each other for so long. I closed my eyes and leaned back again. I was swimming in my alcohol daze, trying to comprehend what was going on when he took my hand and put it on his dick. Fuck! It was huge! "Don, please don't. I have a boyfriend." I started to pull my hand away, but he put his around it and held it there. "You're a beautiful woman, Jennifer. You're not married or engaged yet. I can tell you want to know what this big dick feels like. C'mon. Just feel it." I couldn't think straight, but it did feel great and I had always wondered about what it felt like to be fucked by a big dick. I had seen some of those big porn dicks. Dennis wasn't small, but seven inches was not nine. Dennis and I weren't engaged or married, right? We just started saying we were going to be exclusive recently. Oh, hell. I didn't know what to do. Fuck! I couldn't think straight. I felt more movement and I opened my eyes. I realized that he had started that car and that we were driving somewhere. Before I knew it we were at what I figured was his apartment. I also realized that he had taken his hand off mine and I was still stroking his dick. I looked over at it, feeling detached as I watched my hand go up and down that monster. He lifted my hand off and leaned over and kissed me. Everything was a little hazy to me and I let him. It felt so good. He slipped his dick back into his pants and came around to get me. I struggled out of the car, so he helped me out and into his apartment. He put me down on the couch and without him holding me I fell flat on the cushions. My head immediately started swimming, so I sat back up. I was struggling to stay awake when suddenly this big dick appeared in front of my face. I remembered that I was with Don. "Please, Don, just take me home." "C'mon baby, you know you want a taste." I stared at the Cyclops in front of me. I must have gone blank for a while because suddenly I was cognizant of something being pushed into me and I realized that Don was kneeling in front of me and fucking me hard. I pushed back at him. "Don, please!" "Okay, baby, I'm giving it to you." I was turned on, but not that wet and it hurt a little. Unfortunately, in my drunken stupor I just let him continue. Suddenly he groaned and shot off into me. I could feel his body jerk as he emptied his load and my body had just started getting turned on. He backed off. "So, baby, what did you think of that big cock? Cool, huh?" I stared up at him the best that I could, trying to get the words out. "I barely got turned on, you asshole. Take me home." "Fuck you, Jennifer. You loved it! You jacked me in the car and even tried to get your mouth around it a few minutes ago. You moaned about how good it was. I know you wanted it. If you want to be such a bitch you can walk home." He left the living room. I stood up and almost fell over. Not only was I drunk, but my jeans and panties were at my ankles. I struggled to get them up, having to sit and hunch them over my ass. I could feel his cum running out, soaking my panties. I groaned. I didn't remember anything after staring at it right in front of my face. Did I really suck on it and moan? Shit, I was way too drunk. I finally got dressed and staggered to the door. I knew I shouldn't try to walk home, but I had to get out of there. I walked outside and the cool air and standing upright helped clear my head a little. Fortunately, this was a good part of town. I started walking and wondered how long it would be before I found a street I recognized. I could barely stay awake I was now so tired. Finally, I found a familiar street and took it towards home. It took me about 30 minutes to walk home, but I finally made it. Nobody was up or home, because I didn't see anyone. I was thankful for that. I didn't want to talk about where I had been. I just made it upstairs and managed to rip my clothes off before crashing on the bed. Whew! I had at least sobered enough not to get the spins when I lay down. I looked at the clock. 4:14. Ugh! I slept. When I woke up, I noticed I was still in my bra and panties. I sat up and looked at the clock. 11:45. Ugh! Glad it was Saturday. I stood up and my panties stuck to me and that's when what happened last night really hit me. Oh, shit! Did I really fuck Don? He was such an asshole. All I could remember was that he felt I should be worshipping his big dick. And yet he couldn't even get me turned on and get me to cum. Well, maybe the alcohol had something to do with that. But he didn't care, either. Dennis would have never done that. Shit! Dennis! We were supposed to be exclusive and here I was out getting fucked by an asshole and then, naturally, comparing it to Dennis. I got up and started another day and wondered what to do about Dennis and this event. Maybe nobody knew and nobody would find out. We weren't engaged or anything, but Dennis was a one woman at a time kind of guy. He'd freak out if he found out that as soon as he was out of town I was out fucking somebody. No matter how it happened. Shit! This sucked. Back to the present. *******Dennis ******* I listened to everything and how she expressed it. She said she was feeling like she was too young to be tied down. How 'we' did not fit in with her plan to be single for a few years until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. She got drunk and didn't really want to do it, but just let him. She had a hard time talking about it. "I kept comparing him to you and realized that I did want to be exclusive with you. I just made a bad mistake, that of a young girl, scared and unsure of herself." "You have nothing to be ashamed of. It almost sounds like date rape." "No." Jennifer flatly denied it. "I knew deep down what was going on as soon as I got in the car." "I just wish you had come clean before I heard about it at the party." She looked down and her voice was cracking. "I shouldn't have even told them, but we were drinking and they were bugging me. If you had happened along a few minutes earlier, you would have heard me tell them what an asshole he was, but all you heard was my sarcastic admission." I listened to everything. I could hear it in her voice. She was still in love with me, too. I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back and snaked her arm around my neck. She kept kissing me as she maneuvered herself onto my lap. Her kisses were as wonderful and stimulating as I remember. She sat there on my lap as I held her for a few minutes. Finally, we fell back on the bed and I slowly began to undress her. I removed her blouse and bra. Her tits had always been magnificent. The nice pink cotton-candy nipples were standing up so proud and begging to be sucked. I did. Then I removed her shorts and panties. She was no longer shaved as close as when we were together. I kissed her belly and nuzzled her tits some more. She was panting and when I looked up there was hunger in her eyes. "Please, Dennis. Please." She was almost begging me. I quickly stripped off my clothes and she watched closely. When I was naked I started crawling up over her on the bed but when she parted her legs I didn't lay on top of her. I immediately backed up and put my face into her pussy. She gasped. I pushed her legs back to her chest and availed myself of the tastiest pussy I had ever had. She was dripping and I slowly licked it up from her asshole up into her slit. I peeled her lips open and stared for a second. It was so long that she raised her head to see what I was doing. I smiled and reached out and licked her clit. She moaned and lay her head back down. My dick was so fucking hard, but I kept licking her lips and up over her clit, giving her the tongue-lashing that she really needed. I ended up bringing her off with my clit-humming like I used to and she bucked and came so hard I thought she was going to actually hurt me. When she finally collapsed back on the bed, I rose up and she smiled at me. "Oh, god. You cannot believe how much I needed that. Nobody has done that to me like you." She rose up on an elbow. "As a matter of fact, nobody has done it at all since we broke up." I stared at her. "You haven't had oral sex since then?" I was incredulous. "I haven't had sex but twice since then and it was bad in both cases." She flopped back down on her back. "But god, are you good with your tongue." I crawled up over her. "And now I want to make love to you." "Please, yes. Do it!" I slowly inched my dick into her as I stared into her eyes. She was soaking, but so damn tight! I pushed and pushed until I was buried. She looked up at me. "Let me get on top, please." She lowered her legs and we rolled over, keeping my dick buried in her. She then got her knees under her and steadied herself upright on my dick. She moaned as she started bouncing on me. I loved the way her tits were bouncing. I remembered her affinity for having them stroked so I reached up and lightly rubbed and pinched her nipples. It was like hitting another gear and she went into overdrive. She started bouncing wildly and screamed that she was cumming. She did. Hard. As she slammed down, it pushed me over the edge, too. I groaned and shot my cum into her as she continued to shake. She came and came and came, collapsing onto my chest, her hair in my face. I was breathing almost as hard as she was. She rested there for a moment, my cock softening, until she got herself under control. She rose up and looked at me, and in that smile I saw everything; the pain, the love, the hurt, the hard times she had had. I started to say something, but she put her finger on my mouth, shushing me. She rose up and picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom. I lay there, confused. What the fuck? She came out of the bathroom dressed. She looked at me sheepishly. "Thank you. I needed that. I'm sorry I took advantage of your good nature, but I needed the sex, the physical contact, and to feel good again. I'll just let myself out." She bolted for the door. I leapt out of bed, but couldn't catch her before she was out the door. I was standing there naked, not wanting to go outside, but not wanting her to leave. She was all the way down the driveway and into her car when I reached the driveway. I couldn't catch her. She was gone and I didn't even have her cell phone number. I finally got to sleep about 2am. I couldn't get her out of my head again. The next morning I was up early packing my car when Jessica came out to see me by herself. "So did you two get anything resolved last night?" "So you know she came to see me?" "Yep. I saw it. So did mom. So, any resolution?" "I don't know. I hope so, but she booked so fast. As soon as we were done having sex, she left. I don't know what's going on in her head." "You two had sex?" That surprised my sister. "Yeah." "Did you tell her you loved her?" "Never got the chance." "Well, you'd better get around to it before you two end up grandparents without ever having come together." It wasn't a good joke, but I got her meaning. "I have her home phone number and I'll call it when I get home. I don't have her cell number and it's too early to call right now." Jessica smiled and came over to hug me. "See you later. Please call her." I agreed and drove back to Chicago. ***** Jennifer ***** I managed to get my wits about me as I came down from the best orgasm I'd had in 7 years. I wanted to stay and cuddle, but I just couldn't face him anymore. I was still in love with him, but Angela had to be my first priority. I needed the physical contact and the closeness, but I didn't need the entanglement. I rushed home and when I got there, Diane was waiting up. "Where did you go?" "Just out for a drive." Bad lie. "You went to see Dennis, didn't you?" "So?" What business was it of hers? "Just wondering. The man makes you crazy and you go to see him while your daughter is in the hospital. Lovely." I had had enough of Diane's meanness and nasty barbs. "Listen closely, Diane. I don't need to hear any shit from you. It's my life and if I want to go fuck the guy, I'll go fuck the guy. You need to get your own life!" I was mad and hoped she got the point. I turned and wheeled upstairs to bed. ***** Dennis ***** When I got home I called Jennifer, but I couldn't tell her that I loved her over the phone. She had her family around her and was in the hospital. I just didn't feel right about it and I was also a little scared to do so. 9th of July 2007 My boss stared at me. "You're leaving?" Life’s Strange Turns Ch. 09-10 I smiled at him, my decision made on my drive home. There was an opening for a project manager of a smaller project than I had with the same company in St. Louis. I knew that it was stepping back a little, but it was the best decision I had made in a while and I felt so much better once I made the commitment. "I've spoken with the VP down there and he accepted me as soon as I told him I wanted the job. I'll be leaving in a month. I hope that's enough time." He stared at me. "This is about the daughter you found out about, isn't it?" "Yes... and no. Ultimately it's about finding happiness with the one woman who made me feel so good and special. She's also the mother of my daughter, so that's a bonus." He finally smiled. "Well, I guess I'm not going to talk you out of this." "No, I'm afraid not." We discussed the transition to the new guy and worked out all the details. I went up one floor and told Mary. She was actually very happy for me. She also flashed me the big engagement ring she had. She and her old boyfriend were back together and engaged. I left work that day feeling better than I had in a long time. 7th of August 2007 I got home at about 2pm after leaving Chicago early. I said hello to the family and was out the door before they knew it. I drove immediately to the hospital, making sure to carry the Pooh with me. I had heard that Angela was allowed to meet people regularly and that she was showing great signs of the engraftment. She was doing better than expected and was going to be sent home in a couple of days. I arrived and was directed to her room. I entered and she was sitting up, enjoying everyone who was visiting. She saw me and yelled. "Daddy! Look mommy, its daddy!" She finally realized what I was carrying and smiled from ear to ear. She was gorgeous, sitting there, looking so small in that large hospital bed. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her blue eyes were flashing. She looked alive and vibrant again. "Is that for me?!" "Yes." I handed her the Pooh. "Yea! I just love Pooh." She hugged it and then turned to Jennifer. "Mommy, look what daddy got for me?" Kids always say that like the parent standing right there can't see it. Like most parents, Jennifer just smiled and beamed. "What do you say?" "Thank you, daddy." We chatted and very soon Angela started showing signs of fatigue. Finally, the nurse came in and asked everyone to leave and let her get some rest. She would be going home on Monday so they would have her home soon enough. As we left, I noticed that Diane managed to grab Jennifer's arm and guide her away from me. I tried to follow, but got nowhere. Finally, as we got to the elevator, I managed to insert myself into the middle of them and pulled Jennifer aside. "Jennifer, we need to talk about the last time we saw each other. Can you get away for dinner? It's only 5 now, say 7 at that Italian restaurant where we first ate?" She looked at me. "Ummm. I'll see if I can get away, okay?" I nodded and she left. I went out to my car and headed straight to the restaurant. I would be waiting. ***** Jennifer ***** When Dennis asked me out I wanted to say no, but I couldn't. I wanted to be with him, but was afraid I couldn't handle Angela if I fell back in with him. I just knew that I would become self-absorbed in the relationship if I did. He lived 300 miles away and I didn't want to be thinking about that rather than concentrating on my daughter. I had to tell him the truth. I had to think of Angela first. I told my mother that I was just going out for a while, and she said fine, but Diane gave me the hard stare. I stuck my tongue out at her. I got to the restaurant about 7:10 and saw Dennis sitting there at the same table that we had had on our first date. I swallowed hard, trying not to get too emotional. I got inside and sat down. He said hello and then he did something strange. He stood up, put his hand out for mine, and asked me to go with him. We went outside and into the parking lot, heading toward his car. "Do you trust me, Jennifer?" He was grinning. "What?" "Will you go with me for a few minutes? I want to show you something." I looked at him. "Uh... okay." We got in his car and he drove out of town. We headed west on one of the back roads. I asked him where we were going and he kept grinning and saying 'You'll see." He didn't say anything else until we pulled up in front of an older two story house on the edge of another small town. He turned to me. "C'mon, let me show you something." We got out and went up to the house. He pulled out a key and opened the door. "What is this place?" I hesitated before entering. "This is my house." He turned and held out a hand, inviting me in. "Your house?" What the hell was he doing with a house here? I took his hand and he led me in. It was clean and unfurnished. "Yeah. I am moving to St. Louis. My company has some work there so I'm moving here. I was able to get my mother to work with the realtor and I made the decision last week. I just put some money down and I'm waiting for everything to be finalized." I stared at him. "You're moving here? Is this just so you can be near Angela?" I wanted him to say yes... but I also wanted him to say no. I wanted him to say it was about me. Shit! How could I think of myself with my daughter still in the hospital! He led me into the kitchen where there was one chair in the middle of the room. He took me to the chair. "Sit down. Let me explain something." He walked over to me and handed me a file. "Look at this." I opened it and started leafing thru it. In the file there was the first and only Valentine's card I gave him that first year we were together; there were the love notes I used to sneak into his laptop case; there was even the one little token-like chip that promised him one night of anything with me. It was our complete history. I started tearing up. Then he knelt in front of me. "Jennifer. I've loved you my whole life. My friend, Sarah, who you met, however briefly, and my sister pointed out to me that I could never have another relationship as long as I could not get over you. Now I know. I don't want to get over you. I want to be with you, with whatever that requires. I'm not sure what will happen with Angela, but I want to be in your lives." He pulled out a small black box and I gasped. I don't know how many times I had dreamed about this, but was hesitant now. "Jennifer, I have loved you since the first moment I saw you at the Christmas party. I have loved you thru the entire time we were separated, and I love you still. Will you please make my life complete and marry me?" His voice cracked as he asked me and I was scared. "I don't know if I can Dennis. How do I know that you love me, and that it's not just because of Angela?" He smiled and handed me the box. "Open the box." I opened the box. The ring was beautiful. It was about ¾ of a carat and it flashed in the light. The name on the inside was the name of a small jewelry store in Champaign where I used to make him stop and window shop with me. "How long have you had this?" I was having trouble breathing and controlling all my emotions now. He smiled thru his tears. "I bought it on Dec 17th, 2000. That was why I was late getting to your house to go to the infamous party. I've had it ever since." He was just another sentimental fool like me. "Yes, Dennis. I will marry you. I used dream about this, but I thought I really fucked it up." I realized I was crying and he held me. He whispered in my ear. "I should have stayed that night and talked. I should have answered the phone and listened. Maybe I would have changed my mind or not, but at least I should have given you a chance to explain. Can you forgive me?" I pulled back and looked at him, still crying. "Forgive you? I knew the type of man you were. That's why I couldn't tell you. Can you forgive me?" "I have already forgiven you. I love you. I love Angela. I just want to be here to help you raise a healthy child." He pulled me closer and whispered. "And practice making new ones." We stripped ourselves right there in the kitchen and he asked me to stand up, facing the little bit of light that was coming in from the street. "Stunning!" I smiled at him and held my hand up to the light to see the ring, then looked over at him. "Snake-charmer!" We made love for three hours and not once did we say we were 'fucking'. August 23rd, 2008 ***** Dennis ***** I walked out of the bathroom, my tie in place. I was in my new house and everything had been completed in time for the ceremony. It was being conducted in my back yard. I walked down to the kitchen and the caterer was busy getting everything ready. Diane came around the corner. "Hey, handsome." She called me that although I doubt I qualified. "You ready to get hitched?" I smiled. "Let's do this." Around the corner came Angela. They had given her a 90% chance of having a full life. Her disease hadn't been as bad as some of the others and she was showing no signs of it right now. Thank god. She was dressed up as the flower girl for the wedding between me and her mother. She turned to me and smiled. My heart swelled. "Daddy!" She ran to me to give me a hug. Damn, I loved the sound of that! We all got into position and then came the bride. She came down the stairs from the house, dressed in the most beautiful wedding gown I had ever seen. It made her look regal. She turned toward the altar and smiled at me. My breath caught. Present Day I ran into the bedroom and Angela was helping her mother stand up. She was laughing at Jennifer, and Jennifer was trying not to laugh. Angela had recently learned the word zeppelin and was getting great enjoyment out of referring to her mother as one. I grabbed the bag by the bed and smiled at Jennifer. She moaned and groaned as another contraction hit. I smiled into the mirror as I hurriedly got dressed. I had to hurry; it was going to be a good day for me, not so good for Jennifer... until a little later.