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Making Decisions Pt. 01

By: DG Hear



Thank you to Miss Lynn and Techsan for their editing of this story. If you find errors, it's because I kept making changes after the edits. Story can go in a number of different categories.

Chapter 1: Decisions we make.

How many times do we change our minds in our life? Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be everything from a super hero to the best dad in the world. I wanted to be like my dad. He seemed to know everything; that is until I became a teenager.

He seemed old fashioned, outdated by then, and didn't understand me anymore. Don't get me wrong here; I still loved my dad. I just didn't think he had the right answers anymore. I'm now in my late twenties and now know he was trying to help me. It just wasn't what I wanted to hear at the time. I guess they call that growing up.

In high school, I played sports and he was always there for me. Mom and Dad were at most of my games. I had three older brothers and an older sister. I mean much older. I came along fourteen years after my sister (who was the youngest sibling until my arrival) was born. 

I guess I was somewhat spoiled but I did listen to my parents most of the time. I played all kind of sports. Dad said it would help keep me out of trouble if I kept busy. He was right to an extent but it was also what led me to the girls. Cheerleaders and after school dances were all part of my extra curricular activities.

I didn't have any one girlfriend for very long. The first one I had sex with, I thought I loved until I had sex with another girl. I figured out it was the sex, not the girl that I wanted. Football and sex were my two favorite past times.

Just before I was about to graduate, Dad caught me making out with Delores in our basement. I was fingering her cunt and her breasts were out. When we saw dad, we were both embarrassed and scared.

Dad looked at Dee (that's what I called Delores). "Young lady, I think it's time you went home," said dad.

Dee got up embarrassed but didn't say a word, which was probably best. She quickly straightened her clothes and left. Dad looked at me and told me he understood what I was going through but it was best if I could wait. "Jim, it's something we all experience but if you wait for the woman you love, it will be so much better."

See, dad didn't understand. I didn't want love, I wanted sex and to me it felt damn good now. 

I think he realized he wasn't really getting through to me, so he said, "Jim, if you aren't going to listen to me then don't be foolish and not wear protection. Don't depend on a woman saying she's safe. Always wear a condom. Not only for birth control but also for the diseases that are out there. Young people just don't seem to get it. Some of these STD's can ruin your sex life forever or even kill you. Please listen to me and play it safe."

From that day on I did heed dad's warning but it didn't stop me. I saw Dee a few days later and we had sex. I put on a condom and she asked me what I was doing, reminding me that she was on the pill. I told her since the talk with my dad, I promised him I would always wear a condom. I didn't want to tell her that I didn't want to catch any disease she might have. That would have been quite the turnoff. She wasn't very happy about it but we fucked like bunnies anyway. I found myself buying condoms by the dozen.

Ellen was another girl I had sex with a few times. She loved giving oral sex, which was fine because I loved receiving it. I very rarely ate out a pussy since the talk with my dad. I had this odd question back in my mind that I didn't know the answer to. I went on line and got so many answers it made my head spin.

Here's my question. A guy wears a condom to protect against disease. After fucking a woman in her pussy and maybe even in her ass, she takes the condom off and gives the guy a blow job. Aren't diseases transferable to the woman's mouth? Herpes is the first one that comes to mind.

I do have to say that dad put that in my brain and it's hard to forget. If I go out with a woman who has a cold sore or if she gave me a blowjob, I can't kiss her after that. My dad made me paranoid. I will say that if I got real drunk or smoked a little weed that I would do most anything. Lucky for me I don't have any STD's. Well, I did have the clap twice, but that's another story I'll explain later.

As I mentioned, I played sports but wasn't anything special. I didn't get any scholarships and my grades weren't all that great. It wasn't that I didn't have the smarts but I wasted my time dating and partying.

I had a number of friends that I partied with. Most were football players and cheerleaders along with a few others. My friend Clay was our halfback and got a scholarship for football. Dee and Ellen both headed off to college also. They received a few small scholarship grants and their parents were paying for the rest of their education. So after graduation we all kind of started going our own way. I enlisted in the service and I worked part-time at the grocery store till it was time for me to go.

I spent five years in the service. At the end of my first tour of duty, which was three years, I re-upped for two more years. When I wrote home I was told work was hard to find in our area and the army gave me a nice re-enlistment bonus. I spent all five years in foreign countries. I spent two tours in war zone areas and three in different somewhat safe foreign countries.

It was nice seeing the different areas of the world. It made me kind of wish that I would have studied geography and history a little harder. The sexual attitude in some of these countries was so open. I would pay for sex while in the Asian countries. These women would do anything for money. Most looked so young but we were told they were all over eighteen. Every one of them would say how much they loved us while we had sex.

I remember one of the guys telling me a story about one of the Asian girls he had paid for sex. She was on her hands and knees on the bed and the room had low lighting. He had his hands on her ass and was pumping her from behind doggy style.

The girl kept saying "I love your American cock, oh so big, feel so good. Give me more GI cock. Harder, faster, oh so good; you fucky me oh so good. Oh I feel it; I feel big cock. Oh so, good, so good. Fill me with cum, oh so good."

He was busy fucking her and thinking he was quite the stud until he noticed she was reading a comic book and just saying things to make him come quicker. After that episode he realized it was just the money. It didn't make any difference who's cock was plowing her.

I mentioned that story because I can relate to it so much. The sex was a job to these women. It's how they fed their families. I would often just tell them they didn't have to talk and I'd always tip them a few extra bucks. I would like to think that they really wanted to be with me.

In other countries I actually dated quite a few good looking women. Most all would have sex with me. I did remember what my dad said about condoms. A few times I got wasted on weed and didn't use them. Twice I had to get shots and medication for the clap. After that I almost always wore a condom.

Probably a fourth of the women I slept with asked me to marry them and take them back to the United States with me. For a country so many people seemed to hate, there sure were a lot of people who wanted to live there.

One problem I couldn't get use to was a man selling his wife. Maybe they really needed the money, I don't know but having a man sit in the next room while I fucked his wife took some getting used to. The first few times it made me feel somewhat powerful. After that I just felt sorry for the stupid bastard. I often wondered if I could sink low enough to sell my wife or even watch her fuck another man. I came to the conclusion I could easily fuck another man's wife (since I've been already doing it) but if a man ever touched my wife, I would hurt him bad. Of course I'm not married and haven't even been engaged.

I'm not a bad guy and I don't want to give you that impression. It's just hard to respect a man who lets you fuck his wife. That's all I'm saying. Unfortunately, it somewhat turned me against marriage. These women had a choice too. They chose to let me fuck them with their husband's permission. Call me two-faced if you want; I'm just trying to be honest with you here.

I would get letters from my family but not from anyone else. So, it was a surprise that in my fourth year oversees I got a letter from my old friend Clay. He told me he was getting married to Dee. It was a total surprise. Clay and I slept with a lot of the same women but for some reason, he and Dee never did the nasty. I guess everyone just kind of thought Dee and I were a couple.

Thinking back, I guess for the last couple of months of school we were kind of a couple. I don't remember her having sex with anyone else after we started dating. Maybe she did have the hots for me and I just never realized it. I loved having sex with her but I never really loved her. I always thought we were just great fuck friends.

I wrote Clay back and congratulated him and told him to kiss Dee for me and tell her how happy I was for the two of them. I had to serve another year so I wouldn't be there for the wedding.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

After getting out of the service I headed back home to Ohio to see the folks. I don't think I mentioned that they lived out in the country. They had a small family farm with a few steers they raised for beef. They would sell a few head and always butcher one for themselves. Dad worked in the factory and just did his little bit of farming on the side.

My brothers all lived near Mom and Dad and helped with the little bit of farming also. Most worked at the same plant as dad. I had quite a few nieces and nephews. It was really great to see everyone again. My only sister lived in Indiana. Her husband was a human resource consultant. It was the new fancy name for personnel man.

I stayed with mom and dad for around a month while looking for work. I decided to head into town and get myself a used vehicle to get around in. I couldn't believe it when I stopped in the dealership and my old buddy Clay was a salesman.

We talked for awhile and he told me he went to college for two years and played ball. His knee went out and he was sidelined. He settled for a two year Bachelor of Arts degree in salesmanship and got the job at the dealership.

He told me how he met up with Dee. One weekend he stopped in the tavern and saw Dee. When she told him that the two of us weren't a number anymore, in fact we were always just friends, he asked her out. Within a year or so, they were married. It surprised me seeing they were both rather loose with their sex life. I wondered how they could both be true to each other.

I bought an older pick-up truck from Clay. It would be plenty good for my needs. He invited me over Friday night for dinner and drinks. He said he knew Dee would be surprised to see me.

I showed up Friday night with a bottle of rum. It's what we drank when we were all together, even though we weren't old enough to drink. We would sneak some rum and coke. Clay laughed when I handed him the bottle. Dee looked great. She had on a low cut blouse and tight shorts. I nearly got a hard-on when she hugged me.

Dee worked in one of the local offices. She had only been home about an hour and didn't have time to cook so we ordered in a couple of pizzas. It was so good to see my old friends. They told me how they met and ended up together. I told them a lot about my life in the service.

They didn't want to hear about the bad stuff so I told them about the good times and seeing all the foreign countries. Of course Clay asked about the women. I told him a few things but didn't go into great detail since Dee was there. She said she didn't mind, she was curious also. I did tell them about having sex with other men's wives and they both laughed. I didn't mention that I couldn't understand how a man could do that.

We had finished off about half a bottle of rum and most of the pizza before Clay suggested we watch some movies. Of course, it was fine with me since I loved watching movies.

Dee was watching me most of the night. I couldn't help looking at her and thinking what a great fuck she would probably be. She was good years ago and now she had experience behind her. Clay sticking to one woman was a surprise to me also and if he was going to be with just one woman, he picked the right one in the sex department.

Clay said he picked up a couple of porno movies if I wanted to watch them. I looked over at Dee and said I didn't mind if Dee didn't. Clay laughed and kissed his wife and squeezed her left tit.

"We rent them all the time. Dee loves them. Don't you, baby?" he said to her.

She smiled and didn't say a word. They sat on the couch and I sat in a recliner. All three of us had a good view of the TV. I also had a good view of Dee.

Clay poured us each another drink and put on the porno. He lit a weed and asked me if I wanted a hit. I explained to him that I was looking for work and weed would show up in a urine test, so I passed on it.

After about a half hour the two of them were making out like I wasn't there. I finally spoke up when Clay unbuttoned Dee's shorts. 

"Would you guys like me to leave?" I asked.

"Hell, no," said Clay. "We want you to join us."

I looked over at Dee and I could tell she was feeling no pain. It was hard for me to understand their reasoning but I wasn't going to argue with them. I got up and sat on the other side of Dee. 

She turned to me and said, "Welcome home, Jim," and kissed me using tongue and all. I reached down between her legs, slid my hand inside her shorts, and found a very wet pussy.

I couldn't believe this was happening. In the foreign countries I somewhat understood it, but not here at home on my buddy's couch making it with his wife. They were both high on weed and rum but knew what they were doing. Clay and I both fucked his wife that night. I can honestly say it was the first threesome I was ever a part of.

Overseas a few husbands were present but didn't participate. Here I was at my friend's house fucking his wife while she was giving him a blowjob. Unbelievable!

After we all came at least once Clay decided to tell me about their lifestyle. "Jim, Dee and I are swingers. We found out that we liked watching each other with other people. When I told Dee you were coming over she asked about a threesome with you. At first I wasn't sure but when I saw the way you looked at Dee, I figured we would see how it went."

"I'm sorry for looking at her..."

"No need to apologize, Jim. Dee and I have an agreement about sex with others. Neither of us will ever cheat on the other. We don't date other people or have an open marriage. We have control over who we allow our partner to have sex with. We are in it together."

"Wow, Clay, it's hard to believe that you two can have a marriage like this. What if one of you find someone else attractive?"

"That's why we're always together when another couple is involved. No cheating, we trust each other. It's all in the trust. If I were not here, Dee would never have had sex with you. We just have that kind of commitment to each other. Without the trust there would be no marriage." 

Wow! I still couldn't believe that this type of marriage could be strong. Maybe I was just living in the past. I don't know but if Dee was my wife I sure the hell wouldn't be letting my buddy Clay fuck her. Thank God, Clay didn't think like me.

I had to get up and take a piss. When I got back the two of them had started again. I sat over in the recliner and watched. Dee jacked off Clay until he came. He went to get us all another drink and Dee, with no panties on, straddled me while I sat in the chair.

"Clay, is it alright to fuck Jim one more time?" she said to Clay.

He replied from the kitchen, "Sure, Baby, go ahead." She had been riding my cock before she even asked him. She just looked me in the eyes and smiled.

Before I left that night they invited me to a swingers couple party. I had never been to one and always wondered if it was like you read about. When I told them I didn't have a partner to take, Dee said she had one for me. All I had to do was show up the following Saturday and my date would be here.

I couldn't get over everything that happened at Dee and Clay's. This swinging stuff didn't seem right. I really wondered if they would be honest with each other. The following Saturday I showed up at their house and when I went in, there sat my old friend Ellen. She got up and gave me a hug and a kiss. I loved having her boobs pressed against my chest.

I told Clay we didn't need any old swingers party. We had two great looking women right there. Of course he laughed not knowing I was serious. I would have been more than happy to be bedding down either Ellen or Clay's wife Dee.

Ellen was one of our friends from school. I always thought she was a fun girl but it surprised me that she was a swinger. When I asked her about it she told me that she's been to a couple of parties. It wasn't really her thing but when Dee called her and said I was going and needed a date, she agreed to go.

It was a bit odd because I remember years ago she had a crush on Clay and I was with Dee. Here today we were with the opposite ones and going to a swingers party to boot.

The party we went to was out in the country somewhat. There were maybe fifteen couples in all. I didn't know anyone else there. Most were probably in their thirties and forties. We were probably the youngest ones there or close to it. The party was underway with a lot of drinking and loud music. Of course a lot of the men came right over to Ellen and Dee and asked them to dance.

Clay told me to come along with him as we mingled with some of the women. In no time I had my hands up a number of women's dresses and skirts. It was a lot like I always read about except the women and men were older. They were all far from being models but some were very nice looking. Before the night was over, I had fucked two, received two blow jobs and had my hand in at least three other pussies.

In case you're wondering, I did use condoms when I fucked and kissed no one on the mouth. I did wonder about not wearing a condom with Dee the week before. If I knew she fucked other people besides Clay, I would have worn a condom.

I had no idea what all Ellen and Dee did that evening. I was too busy getting my own rocks off. Ellen and I stayed at Clay's that night. She wanted sex when we got back to the house but I didn't have anything left. I finger fucked her till she went to sleep and then went and slept on the couch.

I have to say while it was all going on, it was great. But, after I had time to think about it I started thinking about what some of the women had said to me. They were trying to put love back in their marriage. They wanted more excitement in their lives. Their husbands didn't do it for them anymore.

These weren't happy people. These were people out looking for happiness thinking they would find it in having sex with others. I began to feel sorry for them. People like Ellen, Dee, and Clay thought it was a new wave of sexuality but all it was is having sex with others.

I looked for work for the next couple of weeks but there wasn't much work available. One night I got a call from my sister Sally who told me that Ben said to give me a call. There was a job opening at the plant and if I could be there on Monday, he would give me an interview.

My sister got serious for a moment. "Jim, Ben told me to ask you if you smoked any weed in the last couple of months. He said usually marijuana can show up in your system as much as thirty days after use. You will have to take a drug test.


Making Decisions Pt. 01



"No, I haven't touched the stuff for over a year. Even then it was only a couple of times. I've never done any other drugs whatsoever," I replied.

"Good," said Sally. "Ben said he was almost sure he could give you the job. Jim, it's a good one. It starts at fifteen dollars an hour. There is a dollar raise after ninety days and another two dollars an hour after six months. You'll have to join the union, since it's a closed shop."

"No problem, Sally. I'll be there Sunday to make sure I'm not late for my appointment. Can I set up some kind of living arrangement with you till I can find a place to live?"

Sally and Ben had three kids of their own and I didn't want to be a bother to them. If I wasn't mistaken two of the kids were almost teenagers.

"We have a spare room in the basement you can use till you get settled in. I can't wait to see you, little brother. I love you."

"I love you too, Sis, and thank Ben for me, will you? I promise I'll be a great employee and not embarrass him for hiring me."

"He knows that or he would have never offered you the job. See you Sunday, Jim. Put Mom back on. I want to talk to her again."

I stopped over to see Clay and Dee before I left. Dee was home but said Clay bowled that night. I went inside and told her about my job offer and that I just wanted to let them know that I wouldn't be around. Dee came up to me and kissed me.

"No, Dee, it isn't right. Clay said you two have an agreement; no sex unless the other one agrees and is present."

"What Clay doesn't know won't hurt him," she said after reaching down and grabbing my cock through my pants.

"You're wrong, Dee. I know and I won't hurt Clay. He said he trusts you."

"I love Clay but you were the one that got away. It was always supposed to be me and you," said Dee.

"No, Dee, I'm not Clay. We could never be together. The first time you cheated on me I'd divorce your sorry ass."

"You fucked me last month. You went to a swingers party and fucked God knows how many people. You're no fucking saint."

"I'm also single and not offering my wife to other men. I'm not cheating on anyone. Goodbye, Dee. Tell Clay I'm sorry I missed him."

I left before she could say anything more. I just couldn't do it; I couldn't have sex with her again. It just wasn't for me, not at the expense of losing Clay as an old friend. I'm sure Dee would fuck up their marriage. If she offered her ass to me, I'm sure she's offered it to others. Clay would just have to find out the hard way.

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It would be about a five hour drive to where I was going in Indiana. I said goodbye to mom and dad again only this time I wasn't crossing an ocean.

As I arrived at my sister's I was greeted by her family. It'd been over five years since I seen any of them. The kids look so big; I remembered the little rugrats running around. My sister sure had a family she could be proud of. 

My brother Ben was a good man. I really admired him. He reminded me so much of my dad. Strong, personable, good father and always helped family out. I just hoped that I could be that kind of man and have that kind of marriage some day.

We talked and had a barbecue. My sister cooked as good as my mom. It's funny how the little things we remember in life. Family, friends, cookouts and doing things together. It's what I think I wanted out of life. I've been with a lot of different women. I've now tried swinging and it's not for me. I was even a little jealous sharing Ellen and she wasn't even my girlfriend. I know there is no way I'd share my wife, if I ever married.

I got the job and felt like I was on my way to normalcy, whatever that is. I had family around me and I knew they cared for me. I enjoyed going to my nieces' and nephews' school functions. I worked hard and made it past the probationary period. I still lived in my sister's basement. It was great. I had family around and at the same time privacy when I wanted it.

Everyone was trying to fix me up with a woman. Most of the women were nice and I always had a nice time. Most were divorced and it always bothered me a little. I didn't want to delve into anyone's personal life. I did go and visit my parents on holidays or when I had a few days off.

On one of my trips home, dad told me that my buddy Clay was getting divorced from Dee. He came home early one night and found his wife cheating on him. Boy, what a surprise - NOT! Dad didn't know any of the particulars but he did ask me if that was the woman he found me on the couch with many years ago?

"Yes, that was her dad," I said.

Dad just smiled, knowing he was right but never said another word about it. He had made his point. He did ask me if I was dating. I told him I was but haven't found that special one that he said I would find.

Dad laughed, "You will, Son, you will," is all he said.

I had been in Indiana for over a year when I received some bad news. Ben called me in the office and told me there was going to be a big layoff. Our plant employed over six hundred people and the youngest two hundred in seniority would be let go. Of course I was in the bottom five.

The company had made some changes and was combining duel operations in some of their other plants. I asked Ben if the jobs were going overseas? He told me no that they were combining in the States. He would let me know more as soon as he knew. He asked me to keep it under wraps until the announcement was made.

Sally looked sad when I got home. Ben had told her about my coming layoff. I told her everything would be alright. I was looking for a job when I got this offer and there would be more jobs hopefully.

It was a week later when the announcement was made. I acted as though it was the first I heard of it. After I went back to Sally's and we were eating dinner, Ben said he had something to tell me. It was both good news and bad news. 

My niece said, "Dad, come out with it. What is it? Is Uncle Jim getting to stay?"

"Afraid not, Kitten." That's what he called Susie. "The layoff is permanent; no chance of being called back."

"Was that the good news or the bad news, Dad?" asked Susie.

"Don't be smart, Kitten," he said smiling. "Our company has an agreement with our other companies that they will hire our laid off employees before hiring outside help. Jim, we have a plant in your old hometown. I spoke with Mike Williams, the human resource manager, and he wants you to come in for an interview. They are hiring thirty people to help run the operations we're sending there."

"But, Dad," said Susie. "That means Uncle Jim will have to move."

"It's part of life, Kitten. We have to go where the work is. I'm sure Jim will come back and visit us."

"Of course. I'll come as often as possible to see my favorite nieces and nephews," I said.

"Ben, I don't know how to thank you and Sally for everything you've done for me. I'm sure going to miss you guys." I know I had tears in my eyes, I really meant what I said.

I really didn't have a lot of choices here. I loved my sister and her family. They treated me as part of the family. I did contribute a hundred and fifty dollars a week but it was out of respect. They weren't really hurting for money but I learned from my dad that you pay your way in life.

My love life wasn't good but it's just that I couldn't find the right woman. I did date and have female friends. It's just that I wanted a life like my mom and dad, or Sally and Ben. She's out there, I know she is.

Chapter 2 Returning home

After saying my goodbyes to Sally and her family I headed back home. Of course I got the job thanks to Ben and of course the union for having it in their contract. Only about twenty employees decided to move to Ohio. A lot of the other workers put in for other plants and some just wanted to stay in the area they lived. It was a no brainer for me. It was only ten miles from where my folks lived.

I stayed with my folks for about a month till I could get situated. I worked the second shift so I had a lot of free time in the mornings. I found a nice apartment about midway between the plant and mom and dad's. It was just right for me with one bedroom. I slept on the couch half the time anyway.

I started going over to dad's some mornings and helped him feed his animals. We would sit on the front porch and have coffee and talk. Later mom would always make us breakfast. There was something I noticed about my dad. The older I got, the smarter he got. We hardly ever argued anymore.

Mom would come out and sit with us and I couldn't believe I could still see the love between them. It wasn't huggy, kissy or anything like that. It was watching the two of them smile; simple things like that.

One morning as we sat on the porch drinking our coffee a car drove by and honked the horn. Dad raised his hand, waved and smiled. It was a young girl who looked to be about eighteen or so. Cute from the glance I got of her with kind of a short pixy type haircut.

"Who was that, Dad?" I asked.

"Kimmy Morrison from up the road. She graduated from State College last year. Her name is Kimberly but everyone that knows her calls her Kimmy."

"State College? She looks like a teenager," I replied.

"She's twenty-three or twenty-four, I can't remember," said dad. "I'll ask her tonight for you."

"Tonight? How are you going to see her tonight?"

"We see her almost every night. She walks in the evening and stops by and sits with Mom and me all the time. She's the cutest and nicest girl I can remember. She's like a daughter to mom and me. Boy, I sure wish you could hook-up with someone as nice as her. She's just someone special."

"When did she move in? While I was in the service?

Dad laughed. "Move in? You know Joe and Ireen Morrison down in the hollow? It's their daughter. She was born and raised right down the road."

Seemed odd that I wouldn't remember someone that cute until dad reminded me that she was about five years younger than me. She was barely in elementary school when I entered junior high. By the time she was in junior high, I had graduated.

Dad mentioned that she received a degree in child development and was looking for work in that field. Right now she was working at the local department store. I remember dad saying that Kim remembered me but he wouldn't say much about it.

Later that day I went down to see my buddy Clay. He seemed awfully happy for a guy that was recently divorced. He took a break and we went to the restaurant and had lunch and brought each other up to snuff on our lives.

"Sorry about your divorce from Dee. Maybe it was for the best," I said.

"Listen, Jim, I made a big mistake and I paid for it. I always wanted to go out with Dee, but she was your girl and I wasn't going to mess with our relationship. We got into a relationship and I don't have to tell you she was a sexual vixen. I got all tied up in the sex and Dee thought she was pregnant. No one knew so we got married quickly. It was about a month later that she had a miscarriage.

"We both loved the sex and I thought I loved her. She said she really cared for me but didn't know if she could remain faithful. We talked it out and decide to try swinging. We both had our sex but only with our spouse's approval. We promised never to cheat. It was a way of controlling falling for someone else. When you came to see me I thought about our past together. I didn't know why at the time but it didn't bother me to watch you having sex with her. I now know why. I never really loved her. I know that now since I'm in love with someone else."

I was surprised to hear this. I have to be honest and it did make sense to me. Sharing someone you don't really love isn't that hard to do, but sharing someone you love would be extremely hard. Clay went on to tell me how he caught Dee in the act of cheating on him.

"I was at work when I got a call. The woman said to go home. 'Your wife is with another man.' I knew who the woman was that was calling me. It was Ellen, Dee's best friend at the time. I asked her why she was telling me about Dee, her best friend.

"She said, 'Clay, I've always loved you. Even back in high school. You chose Dee and I was devastated. She told me about this open life style that you two were in. I think you both were wrong. If you really love someone, you wouldn't want to share them. It was still your choice. I remember you saying that you would never cheat on her but here she was cheating on you. I couldn't let her do that to you.'

"I was surprised when Ellen called me. I thanked her and went home and found Dee on our marital bed fucking her boss. I kicked his fucking ass out the door without his pants and told Dee she had one hour to get the fuck out of my house. She chose to leave right then half naked; grabbing a robe and her boyfriend's pants, she left with her asshole boss. I headed over to my attorney and started divorce proceedings. I got a call from her attorney the next day.

"She was allowed to come back with the police and get her stuff. We rented the apartment and my lawyer told me I could just keep the furnishings and we would come up with a dollar amount and I'd have to pay her half the value of the property. We didn't have any kids so I didn't have to pay any support or alimony. She gathered up her personal stuff and left. She wanted to talk to me but I told her to go to hell."

"So, what is she doing now?" I asked.

"She and her boss both got fired from the job. I guess fucking your employees on their lunch break is frowned upon. He was married and his wife took him to the cleaners. Last I heard they moved out west somewhere."

"So Ellen was the one who told you about this? She isn't your new girlfriend, is she?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact she is. She helped me through this whole divorce thing and stood by me. I know what you're going to say but she's not like that. We're only dating now and she told me that she didn't want to share me with anyone."

"Clay, I always liked Ellen but her past leaves a bit to be desired. After all, she was part of your swapping scene too."

"So were you, Good Buddy. I believe people can change and am willing to give Ellen the benefit of the doubt. You have to remember that I have a pretty shady past also as do you. Ellen makes me feel good just being around her. I won't be sharing her with anyone, so don't even think about it," he smiled.

Clay had a valid point. Maybe he did find the woman he was always looking for. He told me that they were taking it slow. They didn't live together but saw each other regularly. I wished him the best. He really did seem happy.

I went on with my life. I crossed Ellen off my list of possible dates. I wished I could find that woman my dad always said is out there for me.

Part 2 out shortly

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Making Decisions Pt. 02



Chapter 3: Waiting for the right girl to come along.

I was sitting on the porch at my dad's one morning and I saw that cute gal Kim ride by; she waved and honk the horn. Dad hadn't come out yet so I waved back at her as she drove by. A few seconds later I heard a big bang, almost like a gunshot. I hurried to the road and saw Kim's car pulled over to the side. I headed towards it; it was only about a hundred yards down the road. 

As I approached the car I saw her for the first time. She was opening the trunk when I approached the car. She then started kicking the tire and yelling at her car. It was the first time I really saw her and I have to say she was a looker. She stood maybe five feet tall and very petite; she looked sexy as hell. Let me try to explain: she was sexy, but not slutty, adorable but yet beautiful and that was what I saw in my first five seconds. 

People always ask what you notice first when you see someone. With Kimmy, it was everything. Her eyes, nose, mouth, body, hair, she had it all.

"Stupid tire, stupid tire, dumb car! I'm so mad at you," she kept repeating as she continued kicking the tire. 

I was just glad that it was a blowout and not gunfire. I was almost laughing and I know I was smiling as I approached the car. "Can I be of any help to you?" I asked this cute, beautiful, pretty young woman.

"Stupid car has a flat tire. I finally have an interview for a job in half an hour and the stupid tire blew out," she said to me.

"Let introduce myself. I'm Jim Burke. I think you know my parents..."

"I know who you are. Your dad talks about you all the time. I'm Kim Morrison; my friends call me Kimmy."

"Well, Kimmy," I smiled hoping she would consider me her friend. "What say we get the spare out and change this tire so you won't be late for that job interview?"

"Sounds good but the stupid spare is flat too. I'll never make it to the interview," she said sadly.

Even mad and sad she was the sweetest looking girl, or I should say woman.

"Look, wait here and I'll go get my truck and give you a lift to your interview. I don't want to see you lose the job."

"I don't have it yet. It's just an interview but I would be grateful."

I went and got my truck and pulled up along side of Kimmy's car. I got out, grabbed the spare tire out of her trunk and threw it in the back of the truck. "While you go for your interview I'll stop by the service station and get your tire repaired."

"You don't have to do that. Just taking me to the interview is more than enough. I don't want to put you out," she smiled.

"First off, Kimmy, you're not putting me out. I've wanted to meet you ever since I saw you waving to my dad. Besides, if I didn't help you, dad would skin me alive. I think he thinks of you as his daughter," I smiled again.

"I love your parents. I've been talking to them for years now. At least when I'm home. I graduated from college last year. I want to help children in pre-school. I finally got an interview for that position."

"Don't take this wrong but if they don't give you the job, they are both nuts and blind," I smiled.

Kimmy smiled as I pulled up in front of the nursery school. "Thank you again for the ride. I really do appreciate it."

"I'll be back in about an hour and a half to pick you up and take you back to your car, unless you would prefer to walk," I laughed.

I know she wanted to thank me again but she had to go in for her interview. While waiting for her I went and got her spare tire fixed. It was just low on air. I had time to take it back and put it on her car. I drove her car back to the service station and had a good used tire put on the rim of the blown out tire then drove back over to the nursery school and waited for Kimmy. I was hoping I wasn't late getting back.

She came out about fifteen minutes later looking for my truck. I honked her horn and she came to her car smiling. "So, how did it go?" I asked.

"You got my tire fixed and put on the car. You didn't have to do that. What do I owe you?" she asked.

"Right now, an explanation! Did you get the position?"

She gave me the most beautiful smile. "Yes, I start Monday. I'm going to help teach the pre-school kids. From ages three to six. It's a great age for kids. I'm so happy." She was smiling. 

There was no doubt in my mind that she would get the job. It's kind of hard to say no to an angel. That's what she seemed like to me. I drove back to my parent's house where I left my truck. I told Kimmy that I picked her up a used tire as a spare.

"What? I have to pay you back. I can't have you paying for things like that," she said.

"I'll make you a deal. Go out with me Saturday and we'll call it even."

She looked down in her lap. "Jim, I have a date Saturday. I'm so sorry."

Damn, that hurt. I thought I'd try again. "Okay, then go out with me next Saturday."

"I can't. I have a previous engagement that Saturday also. I'm so sorry."

I figured I was beginning to understand. "It's okay. If I were you I wouldn't want to go out with me either," I said rather solemn.

"No, I want to go out with you," she butted in very quickly. "I do have a date Saturday and next week I promised my brother and sister that I would take them to the amusement park. Kings Island is less than two hours away and they are each taking a friend; I can't disappoint them."

"Do you have a friend that you are taking?" I asked.

"No. Are you saying you will go with me? Do you really want to be around four teenagers?"

"Yes, but I'll be riding the roller coasters with you. Is it a date then?" I asked.

She smiled back at me. "I'd love for you to come with me. It's been awhile since I've been to an amusement park. I wish I didn't have that date Saturday now," she said.

She told me a man that comes into the store she works at had asked her out a number of times. She had always refused but decided to give it a try. He was a couple of years older than her and worked in an office near where she worked. She did tell me after a lot of discussion that his name was Alan Smith.

She drove off and I told her I would see her later. I sure wish she wasn't going out with this Alan guy. I was already jealous and I hardly knew her. I was going to see what I could find out about Alan Smith.

I had to go to work and figured I'd find out what I could about this Alan guy tomorrow. Not much I could do about it anyway. I had trouble keeping my mind on my job. My mind kept thinking about Kim. 

I got up the next morning and went over to dad's and helped with feeding the animals. Afterwards we sat on the porch and talked. He thanked me for helping Kim the day before. He cared a lot for her and was glad I helped her. She had stopped over in the evening and she talked with mom and dad about me.

I told them that I was going to Kings Island with her and her siblings next week. Dad smiled; he said she told them about me when she started junior high. I asked dad what she said and he just laughed. "She'll tell you if she wants you to know. You take care of her, Jimmy. She's not just a piece of tail; she's our friend too."

I knew dad was serious and I told him that he had my word that I would never hurt her in any way. I really meant it. For some reason I was falling for this girl that I knew for such a short time, was it even possible?

"Jimmy," my dad said. "A man is only as good as his word. Your word is good enough for me."

To some people that might not mean much. To some of us sons out there, we want to please our dads and get their approval. It could be at any age. To me this was my dad saying, "I believe you, son. Your word is good enough for me." I got my dad's approval and that means so much to me. I think I might have even shed a tear.

Later that day I went to see Clay. I really hadn't talked to Ellen since the two of them had been a couple. I knew that one day I would have to face them together. I went to the auto dealership and Clay and I went outside and talked a little. He told me his life was so much better since he and Ellen had been dating. He really felt that the two of them belonged together. I felt good for him but at the same time I did have to wonder.

I asked him if he knew this Alan Smith. I didn't know why it bothered me so much but it did. Clay kind of laughed and said that I had met him. I never remembered the name or remembered seeing him.

Clay said, "Do you remember the swingers party, last year? I know you remember the only other young couple besides us."

"Yes, it was that cocky white kid with the good looking black girl. I definitely remember her," I laughed. 'She gave the... oh, never mind, I know you know."

"That guy was Alan Smith. He usually finds younger women and takes them to the swingers party. Of course I haven't been to any since Ellen and I have been together. Like I told you, I don't want to share Ellen with anyone," he smiled.

A deep depression came over me. This guy was the one Kim had a date with tomorrow. I wanted to stop it but how could I? She and I never dated. Oh, God, maybe she knew about his past. I was really upset now. I had to go to work and wouldn't get a chance to see her. I called her house first thing Saturday morning but was told she went shopping with her sister and was expected to be gone all day.

Shit! Piss! Fuck! I was uptight now. That evening I drove by her house and her dad said she went out that evening. I apologized for bothering him and told him I would call her tomorrow.

"You're Jim Burke, aren't you, Ed Burke's son?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Morrison, I am. I met Kimmy the other day when she had a flat tire."

"She told me about that. You saved the day for my little girl. Drove her to her job interview and fixed her car besides. I want to thank you for that."

"No problem, Sir. Glad I was able to help. If you don't mind, please tell her I stopped by and will see her tomorrow."

"You're welcome here anytime, Jim. Thanks again for helping her."

I gave my respects and went home. All I could picture was that bastard putting his hands all over her. I know she wasn't the type - at least I hoped she wasn't. I was falling for her and it really bothered me.

I stopped by dad's Sunday morning and we talked about life in general. After breakfast I told him I was going over to see Kim. I don't know if he knew about her date the night before and I sure wasn't going to tell him. I did tell him that the following week I was going with her to Kings Island. I hoped it was still in play. Hard to tell since I didn't know how her date went.

As I drove over to her house I thought about what transpired between us so far. I saw her drive by and honk the horn at my dad and mom's. I helped her by giving her a ride and fixing a flat tire. I knew she had a date yesterday and I somewhat invited myself to the amusement park next week. Other than that, everything I thought about her was in my head. I knew she looked and talked like a precious angel. But, was she? Dad and mom loved her and she came from a nice family. Maybe I was going a little too fast here; at least in my head.

I pulled up the lane and before I got out of the truck she was at the front door smiling.. It was all it took to make me rethink my position. Since when was I so easily swayed?

She came up to my truck . "Hi. Dad said you came by last night to see me. You knew I wouldn't be here; I'm interested to know why you stopped by."

She didn't look mad but at the same time I could tell she was serious. I tried to weasel my way out by telling her that I hoped her date might have been canceled. I then asked her how her date went, hoping she would tell me the guy was horrible and she kicked him in the nuts.

"It was fine," she said. "I'm not in the habit of discussing my dates with future dates. Our date is still on for the amusement park next Saturday, isn't it?" she asked.

"My God, yes!" I exclaimed. "I'm really looking forward to it."

We were now sitting on the porch. She had on jeans and a blouse. Her hair was kind of a pixie -- hell, I don't know hair-do's; it was short and on her head. She just looked so damn cute. She told me her brother and sister were really looking forward to next week also. Her brother was nineteen and her sister was seventeen. They were the ones going with us. They were each bringing a friend; their best friend from school. Kim also had a brother who was two years older than her; he was married and had two kids of his own.

We were talking when her sister came out on the porch. Kim introduced me to the pretty girl. She was almost as cute as Kim. The nice personality must run in the family. Sharon, Kim's sister, said she was glad to know that Kimmy had someone to be with at the park. Everyone was looking forward to going.

I spent a couple of hours at their house. She showed me around and I met Zack, her brother that was going with us. Kim told me a little about their small farm and her life in general. She was somewhat sheltered but yet seemed to be very intelligent.

We took a walk and saw my mom and dad on the porch. I told Kim I didn't want to stop so we just waved and walked by. Damn, I was falling for this woman and wasn't sure why. Beautiful, great personality, easy to talk to, but I still didn't know a lot about her.

Anyone who just saw my old friend Dee and talked to her for a few minutes would think she was wonderful too. It took awhile to know what Dee was all about. I was so hoping it wasn't the same with Kim. I wanted her to be the way I felt in my heart.

Other than waving on her way to her new job in the morning I didn't see much of her. Dad told me she stopped over almost every evening during her walk. She was looking forward to Saturday. She never mentioned her date with Alan to dad, but why would she? I guess I was just a bit paranoid.

Saturday finally arrived and I was at Kim's house first thing in the morning. Mr. Morrison told us we could use his van seeing it seated six people comfortably. I drove and Kim rode shotgun. Everyone was talking about what they wanted to ride and see. The boys had girls on their mind also. The girls were a little quieter about what they wanted to do.

Everyone was supposed to pay for their own ticket. I went before Kim and asked for two. I looked at her and said, "You're my date. I can buy your ticket." 

She reached up and kissed me on the cheek. Of course the kids laughed and made "Woo-Woo," type noises. We had a ball at the park. We all stayed together for about three hours and went on the rides together. After that we all went our own way and set times to meet up. I loved riding the differnt rides with Kim. On the flume rides (water rides) she would always sit in front of me and I would wrap my arms around her. She didn't seem to mind. A couple of times I'd bite her ear lightly or kiss her neck. She would always start laughing and said it tickled. God, how I loved being with her.

We held hands most of the day. I put my arm around her on different rides. I didn't make any passes at her or touch her inappropriately. I can't say I didn't want to, I said I didn't do it.

We stopped at the souvenir store on the way out of the park. I told Kim to pick something out for a keepsake of this day. She picked out a little figurine of a pug dog. She told me she collected dog figurines. I asked her if she wanted more and she told me she didn't need souvenirs to remind her of this day, but she was going to keep the pug.

Zack asked if he could drive on the way back. No one had any problems with it so we all got into the van. Kim and I got in the rear. Sharon said she didn't want to see any kissing going on back there because it wouldn't be nice doing that in front of the kids, meaning them.

Everyone laughed as we headed back. I put my arm on the back of the seat and Kim was leaning against me. She must have dozed off. She looked so pretty and innocent. I almost got pissed at Zack when he turned his music up loud and it woke Kim up. She told him to turn the back speakers off. She apologized to me for falling against me. I told her she could do that anytime.

Sharon turned in her seat and told Kim that she liked me a lot more than that Alan guy she went out with last week.

"He was so arrogant and stuck on himself. I don't know why you didn't tell him to get lost," said Sharon.

"That's enough, Sharon," said Kim. "I don't think Jim cares to hear about Alan."

"I'm sorry, but he was such an a-hole. He walks in acting like Mr. Stud and says, 'If all goes well I have a special party to take you to next month," said Sharon.

"Sharon, please, that's enough. I don't want to hear anymore about him," replied Kim.

It sure threw a wrench in my evening. I didn't know what to think. Should I come out and tell Kim I want to discuss Alan. What the hell would I say? What did she already know about him. I knew she could tell I was a little upset. She changed the subject and talked about maybe going to the zoo one weekend. Of course It didn't change the thoughts I had in my head. She did let me kiss her goodnight. It felt really good but we didn't kiss passionately.

The next day I went over and visited Kim and her family. Her parents were so nice to me. I actually felt like part of the family. 

I wanted to tell her about Alan Smith and even a little about my past. I figured it was too early to tell her too much. I sure didn't want her dropping me. I didn't see her the rest of the week but she did stop in the evenings and talked with my parents. Damn, I needed to get on the first shift, so I could see her more often.

On Wednesday, I headed into town and talked with Clay. He told me his life couldn't get any better. He and Ellen were getting along fine. He asked me about my love life and I told him a little about Kim. I mentioned to him that she did go out with Alan one time and it bugged me. I wanted to bring it up but didn't want to mess-up the relationship we had started.

"Clay, I know I've only known her for a couple of weeks, but she could be the one."

"Holy Shit!" said Clay. "I didn't think any woman could bring down Jim Burke. Congrats, Big Guy."

"I hope it all goes well. I'd hate to find out she was a Dee, if you know what I mean. I'm really falling for her."

Unbeknownst to me Clay told my story to Ellen. It was two days later when I got a call from Ellen.

"Jim, I made a really big mistake."

"No, you didn't cheat on Clay, did you? That man is in love with you."

"No, I would never cheat on Clay. I really love him, Jim. This is about you and Kim. I really screwed up."

"Kim, how do you know about her? Oh, Clay told you about my dating her, so what's the problem?"

"Ok, don't hate me but Kim is my cousin. We never hung together because of the difference in our ages. When Clay told me about Alan Smith I was worried about Kim so I called her."

"Did you tell her what an asshole he is and that he would try getting her into swinging?"

"Worse than that, Jim. She didn't want to hear about Alan. She said she knew he was an asshole an hour after their date started. She wanted to know everything about you. I'm so sorry, Jim."

"For Christ's sake, Ellen! What did you tell her? Does she know we've been together? What did you say to her?"

"She's my cousin, Jim. When I heard you two were dating I thought for sure you told her about your past. You've always been so honest and up-front about things. I figured she was just verifying what she was already told."

"Please tell me you didn't tell her about the swinger's party?" I asked with a nervous stomach.

"I mentioned it, Jim. I did tell her you only went the one time. God, I feel so awful. I could tell she really cared for you. Why didn't you tell her the truth, Jim?" asked Ellen.

"We haven't been seeing each other that long and I was afraid of losing her. I was going to tell her everything in due time. I guess it's probably over. Damn, damn, damn! Ellen, I want to blame you but as my dad would say, 'I made my bed and now I have to sleep in it.' I just wish you wouldn't have told her everything."




Making Decisions Pt. 02



"I'm sorry, I truly am. She is my cousin and I wasn't going to lie to her. For what it's worth I told her you were a good lover. Jim, I know she cares for you. Give it a day and go talk to her."

I hung up the phone. I knew I had to talk to her right now. I called her work and asked for her. 

"Jim, I don't think we should see each other again. I'm sorry."

She didn't even give me a chance to say anything. I cared for her and had to give it another try. I stopped by dad's the next morning and he told me that Kim waved to him and mom while she was walking but didn't stop by. 

"What happened between you two?" he asked.

"I screwed up, Dad. She found out I wasn't the altar boy she might have thought I was."

"Go after her, Jim. She really cares for you. Go buy her something and make her listen to you. Flowers, balloons, something you know she likes. She even had a crush on you when you were in school. It was just too great an age difference back then. Jim, I've never lied to you; you know that. You two are meant to be together. Now go get her."

Chapter 4: Setting things straight.

I needed to get her something that I knew she'd love. What could I get? I remembered she liked the little ceramic dogs. Maybe I could get her a few of those. The problem is I didn't have any idea what she had already. It was Friday and I had to go to work. I decided what I would get her and take it to her first thing in the morning.

I got up and headed over to the pet store. I remembered that they had a little pug puppy. I might be crazy but I bought it for her. I had them tie a little red bow around his neck and got him a collar and leash. Damn, he was one cute puppy - so ugly yet so cute.

I drove up to the Morrisons' house and knocked on the door. It was still fairly earlier but I couldn't wait. Sharon open the door.

"I'm sorry, Jim, but Kimmy said if it was you she didn't want to see you. I don't know why."

"Sharon, will you give her something for me?"

"Sure, Jim, what is it?"

I reached down and picked up the little puppy.

"Give him to her and tell her I'm sorry and I just wanted to talk to her." I know I had a tear in my eye.

"My God, how precious. Jim, if I was a little older, I'd marry you in a second. I don't know what's got into my crazy sister. She won't talk to any of us about you. It's just not like her."

I thanked Sharon for the kind words and headed to my truck. I was in Dad's house for maybe five minutes when Kim came pulling up in the driveway. She got out of her car and had the puppy in her arms.

"Why, Jim? Why did you go and buy me a puppy?" asked Kim.

"I'm not taking him back. If you don't want him then give him away."

"Give him back? Are you crazy? Puggy is my puppy. I wouldn't give him back for anything."

"Puggy? You named him Puggy?

"Yes, I did. Is it all right with you? You see, I'm Kimmy, your Jimmy and he's Puggy."

I couldn't help but smile. Then I got serious. "Kimmy, I care for you so much. I know it's only been a couple of weeks but I think we belong together. I know I should have told you about my past but we haven't been together that long and I didn't want to scare you away. I've never lied to you. Please give me a chance to explain everything to you."

"I'm not going to have sex with you," was the first thing she said to me.

I looked her in the eyes and said, "Alright. Is that forever or just for now?

She thought about my answer and started smiling. "Let's take a walk and talk a little bit," she said.

"Jim, I'll go first. I care for you more than I have ever cared for anyone. When I was a little girl, I had a crush on you."

"I know, my dad told me this morning."

"It was supposed to be a secret; wait till I see him. Anyway, I've dated but I never came across that man I thought God had for me. That is until I would talk with your parents and they would tell me about your life and being in the service and then moving to Indiana. Next thing I knew you were back here and helping me with my car. I thought it was fate."

"It was. I felt the same way when I first saw you."

"After I met you I so wanted to break that date with Alan Smith. Sharon was right. I was stunned when he said if I was good he would take me to a party. I had no idea what he was talking about. He was an idiot.

"When I make promises, I try to follow through. It's why I went ahead with the date. Of course I didn't realize how big of an asshole he was until we were in the movie theater. He put his hand on my thigh and I told him to please remove it. He said something about 'you can't get mad at a man for trying.' A few minutes later he put his arm behind my chair and then tried touching my boob."

"Christ, I should kill the bastard, messing with my girl." It just came out. I looked at Kimmy and she looked at me. She smiled and I kept my mouth shut. Why ruin a good thing?

She continued, "I took my elbow and hit him as hard as I could in his chest. He called me a bitch and I laughed at him. I told him that our date was over and he would be taking me home, right then.

"He said, 'Why the fuck would I do that? You got two legs, you can walk.' I told him that Rex Morrison was my brother and I would call him to take me home. It scared Alan shitless. Alan graduated with my brother Rex. Rex is 6' 4" probably 275 lbs. He played football and wrestled both in high school and college. He was well known here because he won the state finals in his class in wrestling. He was going to try wrestling pro but blew a knee out in college."

"I remember him. Big kid, looked like a big bear. I didn't know he was your brother. He was a freshman playing on the varsity football team. I would have been afraid of him too," I laughed.

"He owns the gym and exercise club in town. You know "Rex's Gym"? It belongs to my brother. Anyway, I got up and by the time I got to the door of the movie theater, Alan was holding my door open and apologized for his action and took me home. He was a good looking guy but a real jerk."

"Why didn't you tell me this before? I was so worried that he had convinced you to ..."

"What! You've got to be kidding. Surely you never thought that I would..."

"No, I never thought you did, but like you said we didn't really know each other."

"Jim, I have a question that I need answered. If I was a swinger, would you still go out with me?"

I took a very deep breath. I looked her in the eyes. "Kimmy, if you were a swinger in the past but had given it up, yes, I would go out with you. Everyone deserves a second chance. If you are a swinger now? No, I couldn't date you. I want a woman I can totally trust."

"Well, Big Guy, I'm not now a swinger nor was I ever. I just needed to know how you felt."

"Do I get the same out of jail free card? I really do care for you and promise I'll never hurt you."

"Did you really have sex with my cousin Ellen?"

"Yep, I did but never again. I'm only going after one woman and hope that I don't have to wait forever," I smiled.

I did tell her about being in the service but not about all the sex. There was nothing to be gained there. I did explain the one time I went to the swing party. She told me Ellen regretted it also.

"The people there were looking for love I think. Maybe some special kind of acceptance. Believe me, Kimmy, it's not there and I don't want to go back. I want to go forward with you. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Please, from now on no secrets between us."

She handed me Puggy's leash, put her arms around my neck and kissed me very sensually. I began to get hard and I know she felt it. She didn't say a word but she did smile as she took Puggy's leash and I walked her home. Life was good again.

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Part 3 The conclusion is on it's way

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear



Making Decisions Pt. 03



This is the conclusion to this story. You may want to read Parts 1 and 2 first, if you haven't already done so. A big thank you to Mistress Lynn and Techsan for editing this story for me.

Chapter 5: Being with Kimmy

We started to date regularly after our discussion about my past and of course buying her Puggy helped too. "Thank you Dad for the suggestion."

We started to date regularly. Saturday was our date night seeing we worked different shift. On Sundays we did family things, either with her family or mine. My brothers couldn't get over how nice Kimmy was. They would tell her that she could do much better. I went along but it did piss me off some.

We did go to the zoo and to the aquarium. We attended our nieces' and nephews' games, plays or whatever they were in. One weekend I asked her if she wanted to go to Indiana to meet my sister and her family. We waited for a holiday weekend so we could have three days to travel and visit. My sister Sally loved Kim. How could she not? Everyone loves angels. Ben said I did good; it made Kimmy blush.

We had a wonderful visit. Kim slept on the extra bed in the basement and I slept on the couch. Like mom, Sally was rather old fashioned too. Maybe she didn't realize it but Kim was almost as old fashioned as her.

After we got back, Kimmy thanked me for being so understanding in our sexual arena. I told her I figured she would let me know when she was ready. She did let me feel her breasts and her mound through her panties. Whenever we reached that sexual point of no return, we stopped. It was hard on me but I would wait for as long as it took. I guess it's another reason why I knew I loved her. Abstaining wasn't a word I was used to.

When I got off work one Friday night I went home and undressed down to my white briefs. I had sat down on the couch where I slept about half the time, when there was a knock on the door. I opened it just a little and there stood Kimmy.

"Kimmy, are you alright? What are you doing here? Come on in." I forgot all I had on was my briefs but I didn't care.

It was midnight and she has never been to my apartment. I was very nervous for her. I thought for sure something was wrong.

"I have something to ask you. You have to be honest as possible," said Kim.

"What is it? I told you I would never lie to you." 

"Do you love me? I mean really, really love me?"

Without a hesitation I replied. "Kimmy, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you. You are my life, you're my reason for living. Why are you asking me this?"

"I want you to make love to me. I don't want sex, I don't want to just get fucked. I want you to make love to me right now."

"Kimmy, I have to ask what brought this on."

"I've wanted you for a long time and it has been weighing heavily on me. You take me places, even to your sister's in Indiana. You always stop when I ask you to. I love you, Jimmy, and I want you to make love to me."

I brought her to me very gently and hugged her. I then kissed her very sensually and she was returning it. 

"Jim, are your sheets clean?" she smiled. I knew she wanted to cut the tension we were having.

One thing about being in the service is you learn to keep a clean house. Right now I was very thankful for that.

"Yes, Dear, I hardly ever sleep on them," I smiled back as she walked into my bedroom.

Thank God, it was halfway clean. Kimmy stood in front of me and started to unbutton her blouse. I asked her to let me do it. After unbuttoning one button, I stopped to kiss her again. I did that after each button. After undoing the last one I pulled her blouse off her shoulders and set it on a chair. I hugged and kiss her once again. While kissing her, I unclasped her bra. I took one step back and took it off of her shoulders. It quickly joined her blouse on the chair.

Next I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. I saw her pink panties that matched her bra. I put my hands behind her inside her jeans, squeezed her ass cheeks and then continued to slide the jeans down her butt. I had her sit on the edge of the bed as I pulled them off the rest of the way. I leaned forward and kissed her mound through her panties. She was so beautiful and I told her so. 

She was very quiet and just watching me. I could tell she was extremely nervous. I didn't do much talking either. We could hear the sound of the TV I had left on in the living room. I kissed her some more to help ease her nervousness.

We slipped into the middle of the bed and began kissing again. She wanted to be made love to and I was going to do exactly that. I wanted it as bad as she did. We kept kissing as I gently massaged her breasts. One then the other, I took each into my mouth and sucked on her nipples. She was making little noises all the while. Her nipples were taut as I kissed lower. I was kissing and licking every inch of her belly. I moved lower into that erogenous zone below her belly button.

I kissed and licked this area of her body, while listening to her moans of delight. I was between her legs and could smell her sex as I slowly removed her pink panties. I kissed her muff and moved lower.

"Jim, please be very gentle with me. I want you so bad but I'm a bit nervous too. I also need you to wear a condom. I'm not on the pill. I'll go see the doctor about getting on them. I hope you're not mad at me." 

I know it seems odd but I thought about my dad for just a second. He told me I should always wear a condom because many women try to trap a man with a pregnancy. Here was my beautiful Kimmy telling me to make sure I wore a condom. There was no doubt in my mind that if she got pregnant, I'd marry her in a second.

"Mad at you? I love you Kimmy. I'm just so happy you're here."

I took my thumb and began to rub the nub of her clit. She was so soft and moist. She kept pushing her pussy against my fingers. I opened her lower lips with my thumbs and saw why she was so worried. Her hymen was still in place. She was still a virgin.

I thought about some of the stupid things I had wondered about her. I now saw why she wanted to make sure I was in love with her. She was giving me her love. I separated her lips again and began licking and sucking. Soft, wet, moist, pink, it was all there. I kissed and licked till I heard her have a climax.

"Oh, God, Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming, Jimmy...coming, Jimmy," she growled from deep in her throat..."AAHHHH!"

She had her pussy pushed against my face. Her thighs were literally squeezing my head. I knew she was in ecstasy but I had a hard time breathing. Finally she came down from her climax and took the pressure off her thighs and I could breathe normally again. 

She looked at my red squashed head and said, "Oh, God, Jimmy, I'm so sorry; it felt so good, I hope I didn't hurt you."

"Kimmy, you just made me the happiest man alive. For the record, I love you and will do that for you anytime you ask. Are you ready for...for...?"

"Yes, Jimmy, make me your woman," she smiled.

I slipped my briefs off, slipped on a condom and rubbed the head of my cock against her slit. Every time I started to push it in I could hear Kimmy hold her breath.

"Do it, Jimmy; it will only hurt for a few seconds. I love you, Jimmy"

I pushed my cock in about three inches and stopped. I heard Kim scream out.

"Aahh, Aaayyy, whew, Ok now, Jimmy, just please go slow to start. I'm not used to this, in case you didn't notice," she smiled.

In and out, in and out, first slowly and then faster. We were both now pushing against each other. "Oh, God, Jimmy, you feel so good, make love to me, Jimmy, make love to me."

I don't know how long we did it but I held off as long as I could. I wanted it to last forever.

I was sweating and pumping hard into my lover's virgin pussy. I started coming and could feel myself shooting into the condom. I heard Kimmy scream out again. She was coming with me, her petite body totally covered in sweat.

I felt her pussy spasm over and over again. I don't know how long it took her to come down but I loved every minute of it. Eventually I climbed off her, went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. I came out with two towels. I had one around my neck and the other I began wiping the perspiration off my girlfriend. God, she was gorgeous.

I leaned over, took her nipples into my mouth and started sucking.

"Honey," she said. "I don't think I have it in me to go again so soon. I'm completely drained."

"I just want to feel your beautiful body and suck on your breasts. I love you, Kimmy, I really do."

I climbed up on the bed and lay next to her and we both fell asleep.

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From that day on, we made love regularly. Usually on Friday nights she would be there when I got home from work. While the guys I worked with went to the bar, I went home to the sexiest woman on this planet. Usually, all she had on was one of my tee shirts. My tee shirts have never looked any better.

Ellen called me and said she talked to Kimmy and asked if we wanted to go to the club on Saturday. Kimmy told her to ask me. She would go along with whatever I decided. I told Ellen that we would go but Kimmy was the love of my life and there would be no swapping or sharing.

Ellen laughed. "Jim, I know it's hard for you to believe but Clay and I feel the same way. We are both working hard on our relationship and we do not intend to ruin it. I might mention to you that Kimmy said the same thing. Believe me when I tell you she is a one-man woman. You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch to have her," 

On Friday night after Kimmy and I made love, she said she had something to ask me but didn't want me to get mad at her.

"Honey, we said we would always be honest with each other. If something's bothering you of course I'll answer it. I can't promise not to get mad until I hear it," I smiled.

"I know you've been with a number of women. I was always afraid that I might not be sexually good enough. It bothers me that you might be thinking about them while we are making love. You always seem to be so happy."

I smiled at Kimmy. "Sweetheart, I look happy because I am happy. You see, I love you with my whole being. When we make love, it's exactly that, making love. I don't think about other women when we make love. I am too engrossed trying to make you happy. When I feel and see you having an orgasm, I know I did what I set out to do."

"I will tell you I have had sex with a number of women. I didn't love any of them including your cousin. It was all about getting off. None of them can hold a candle to you. Why would I think about a hamburger while I'm having steak?" I smiled.

Whatever I said must have worked because she pushed me on my back and climbed up and lowered her hot body onto my cock. She really was the greatest.

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On Saturday, I went over and picked up Kim and we headed to the club. We were light drinkers but decided we would have a couple. We were sitting in a booth when Clay and Ellen arrived to join us. Ellen and Kim began talking about everything under the sun. Clay and I were talking about the car sales business.

The place began to get crowded. The band started with a couple of fast numbers so we all got up to dance. A slow number followed and I took Kim into my arms and we danced. She felt so good. We glanced over at Clay and Ellen and they truly looked happy as well.

We sat out the next couple of fast songs and then the girls got up and danced one. Damn, they sure could shake it. Kim would look over at me and I would smile. I knew she was dancing for me. After the song ended they came back over to the booth and Clay and I just slid over so the girls could sit on the end.

Some guy came over and asked Kim to dance. She looked over at me. I looked at the guy and said, "No, not tonight. She's with me."

The guy looked a bit angry but walked away. It wasn't five minutes before another guy came over and asked her. "No, I don't think so, thanks for asking." Kimmy was just too nice.

The guy touched her arm like he wasn't going to take no for an answer. I told him to let go of her arm or pay the consequences. He quickly let go and left. The girls started laughing. Kim leaned over and gave me a kiss.

Clay was smiling too. He said, "Jim, can I have a dance with Kimmy?"

I didn't answer; I wasn't sure what to say. Ellen spoke up. "Jim, it's okay. If he tried anything with Kimmy, I'd kill him myself. Besides, I would like a dance with you, but you have to promise to keep your hands where they belong," she laughed.

"It's alright, Honey," said Kimmy. "Ellen's my cousin and Clay is your best friend."

We all got up and danced. Kim blew me a kiss while dancing with Clay. Ellen was laughing, telling me to ease up. We were all friends and our swapping days were far behind us. She also reminded me that I was never that protective of either her or Dee.

I didn't tell her that I never loved her or Dee like I loved Kim. They played another slow song, Kim came to me, and Ellen went to Clay. Kim just smiled and it was all I needed to know everything was all right.

As the evening rolled on we were all having a good time. Kim looked at the far end of the bar and there was Alan hitting on a young girl. Kim shook her head and said she felt about half-sorry for the girl. I didn't know what she was talking about till Ellen told me who the guy was. I didn't remember him that well but I wanted to get up and wipe the floor with him until Kim told me to cool down. It wasn't our place since he had left Kim alone after she basically told him to go fuck himself.

Clay looked over at a table and there was the black woman that Alan had brought to the party over a year ago. Her name was Veronica. She was with a big strapping black man. Neither Clay nor Ellen knew who he was. I didn't know if Kim ever knew about the black girl at the party and no one wanted to bring up the past so we all kept quiet about it.

Kim looked over as though she knew them. It kind of surprised me but she lived near here her whole life. We saw Veronica get up and kiss the man lightly on the lips and headed for the woman's rest room. About a half-minute later, Kim excused herself and went to talk to the man. We were all dumbfounded, even Ellen.

They talked for about a minute and he kind of shook hands with Kim as he looked around the bar. About that time, Veronica came back and it looked like Kim knew her too. She talked for a minute and then came back to our table.

I wanted to ask her so bad who they were and how she knew them. I thought it was better for me to wait and let her volunteer the information. Ellen wasn't so courteous.

"Kimmy, who are those people?"

Kim laughed, "It's Charles and Veronica Everest. They have four-year-old twin girls and they bring them to our nursery school. They separated about a year ago but tried to work things out. About a month ago, when Charles came to pick up the girls he asked me if I knew an Alan Smith. He said he knew I was born and raised in this area. I told him I did but we weren't friends and I didn't know where he lived.

"I have a sneaky feeling that Alan put the make on Veronica and Charles found out. I know it's bothering Jim seeing Alan over there and I didn't want him to react stupidly so I pointed Alan out to Charles."

It wasn't five minutes later when Alan went toward the men's restroom. We saw Charles follow him. There was an exit right next to the restroom doors. We couldn't see anything from where we were sitting. It was just a few minutes later when we saw Charles coming through the front door. The rear door was an exit only so we figured Charles went out it and needed to come back in.

He walked over to his wife and told her they needed to leave. She looked a bit worried but they got up and left. It wasn't too long before a couple of uniformed cops came in and were looking around.

Clay happened to know one of them and asked what was up.

"Hey, Clay, long time no see. Do you happen to know Alan Smith?" asked the cop.

"I know of him but we're not exactly friends. What's up? Alan was in here a few minutes ago."

"Yeah, we know. He was found out back. He said a black man pushed him out the back door; he really did a number on him. Alan said he didn't get a good look at him other than he was black. It was dark outside and he was to busy trying to protect himself. We got a 911 call and we came here to check it out.

"Was there anything unusual that you might have noticed? Do you know if Alan was with anyone in here?" asked the officer.

Clay pointed to the young woman at the end of the bar and said he had noticed Alan talking to her earlier. There was no way we were going to say anything about Charles. We figured he did the number on Alan.

Joe, the cop, just shook his head. "What is it, Joe?" asked Clay.

"The only thing Alan said the black guy said was, 'You fuck with my woman again and I'll fucking kill you.' I was just wondering how many women this Alan guy messed with. White or black, he better throw away his little black book."

Joe looked over at Kim. "Hi, Kim. How are you doing? I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Hi, Joe. Nice to see you again. I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Jim, and this is my cousin, Ellen. How are Nita and the little one doing?"

"Oh, they are doing fine. It sure is different being a dad but I love it. I'd better go talk to that woman and see if she knows anything about Alan." He held out his hand and said it was nice meeting me

Kim explained to us after he left that Joe worked out in her brother's gym. He got married to his high school sweetheart two years ago and they just had their first child. Damn, Kim seemed to know everyone.

Life with Kim was always full of surprises. Everyone said she was the one that got away. Her story was she never found the guy she loved until she met me. I again thought about what my dad used to say that in time I would find the right woman; I knew that woman was Kim.

Clay told me his friend Joe stopped in and said they weren't doing much investigating in the Alan Smith case. He wasn't willing to give them his black book so they could check on any possible leads. The last we heard was that after Alan got out of the hospital he asked his company to transfer him to another city. I figured it was the last we would hear of him.

Apparently he was scared shitless of Charles or he didn't know whose woman he had messed with. Either way I was happy to see him gone.

One Friday Kim was at my apartment riding me for all she was worth. I still thanked God for her. She was letting me finally go bareback now. It felt so much better shooting my load deep into her. She was riding me and I saw our joint juices running down my cock and on to my pelvic area. I could also feel it running down my balls. It was such a turn-on.

After we both climaxed Kim laid next to me on my arm and we cuddled. I wanted her with me forever. I hated the thought of her always going home and hardly seeing her during the week. She was lying next to me and said she forgot she was supposed to ask me something.

"Jimmy, do you want to go to a party with me next month. You're supposed to be my date and I forgot to ask you."

I think I turned white from fright. Kim looked at me and I think she noticed something was wrong.

She slapped me lovingly on the arm. "You idiot, not that kind of party. God, you know me better than that. It's a thirty-fifth wedding anniversary for my parents and I forgot to ask you to go. It's not a surprise since we're having it at the house. Your mom and dad are going to be there too."

Once I regained my color, I apologized to Kim. I told her of course I would be there. I kissed her and began to rub her body again.




Making Decisions Pt. 03



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I talked to my dad and told him I was going to ask Kimmy to marry me. He smiled and asked me when I was going to ask her. I told him I was going over to talk to her dad and ask for permission for his daughter's hand even though I wanted her whole body. It made my dad laugh. I did go see Mr. Morrison and asked for his daughter's hand in marriage. He looked at me and hesitated. It kind of scared me.

"Jim, what took you so long? I was getting a little aggravated with her spending Friday nights at your place. I know she's a grown woman but she is also my daughter. All I ask is that you do right by her."

"Thank you, Mr. Morrison. I promise you I'll do everything in my power to keep her happy. I really do love her, sir. Would you mind if I asked her to marry me at your anniversary party? Of course I want to keep it a secret between us till then."

"That's fine, Jim, I'll keep it a secret even from Ireen. She wouldn't be the best in keeping that kind of secret."

I purchased a ring and even called my sister Sally. I was so excited. She said she was coming down that weekend and would be going to the anniversary party. Word got around through my whole family and they were all going to the party. They all wanted to hear my proposal.

I have no idea how we kept it from Kim. The party was going to be a covered dish dinner so everyone was bringing food. One of my brothers got a group of musicians together so there would be music.

Thank God we had a beautiful day for the party. There is no way we could have held it in the house, not with all the Morrisons family and friends as well as my family. I got there early and helped set up. Kim said she couldn't believe how many people RSVP'ed. She told me my whole family said they were coming. I explained to her that other than Sally, my whole family lived in the area and all knew her parents. They were a very well liked family.

The party was underway and it was really nice. We had music and we danced. Clay and Ellen were there too, seeing Ellen was related to the Morrisons. My brothers all danced with Kim. I finally got over that fear and trusted her and of course they were my brothers.

Tables were set up and we were all eating. The food was fantastic. These women could really cook. I met Kim's brother Rex and he sure was a big guy. He shook my hand and it actually hurt. It was so funny seeing Kim next to her brother: this big muscle bound gorilla looking guy and little petite, cute as an angel, Kimmy.

While people ate, Sharon, Kim's sister stood up and announced that anyone who wanted to say anything to or about her parents could do so now. She walked around as everyone was saying very nice things about them. Even my dad said he couldn't ask for better neighbors. When the speeches pretty much died down, Sharon, asked if there was anyone else. I stood up and she brought me the microphone. Sharon looked surprised that I was going to say something. Kim seemed a bit surprised also.

"Mr. And Mrs. Morrison, your life together is a tribute to your family. Not everyone makes the changes necessary and tries so hard in this day and age. Your marriage and that of my parents and even some of my family (looking over to Sally) are an example to a loving marriage. I hope that someday, people will look back on my life and say they want a marriage just like mine. That's providing she says yes."

I looked down at Kim and pulled the ring out of my pocket. Her mouth flew open and nothing came out. She had tears in her eyes. I had tears in mine.

"Kimmy, I love you with all my heart..."

"Yes, Jimmy, I'll marry you." She stood up and put me in a lip lock and everyone was laughing.

"Honey, I practiced this for days, let me finish. I love you with all my heart. I know I'm not the best looking or richest guy out there but I am totally in love with you. I want us to have a marriage like your parents and mine. I want to grow old and have as many children with you as you want. I just want to be with you always. Kimmy, in front of your family and mine as witnesses of my love for you, will you marry me?"

Of course she said yes, and kissed me again, among all the applause. I looked at everyone and there were smiles and tears. One of the first to congratulate us was my dad. He had tears in his eyes and said, "It's about time." Kimmy was crying as she hugged my parents.

Epilogue:

We were married three months later. Of course, everyone from the anniversary party attended. I finally got on day shift so we had all our evenings together. Our son was born less than a year later. His name is Jimmy - not Jim, not James, but Jimmy.

A year after that our daughter Kristy was born. Kimmy had something about Y's but I didn't care as long as I had her. Puggy our dog is still around and the family pet.

Our parents are happy except dad misses seeing Kim walking down the road every evening. We do go over with the kids a couple of times a week.

Our friends Clay and Ellen got married last year. Ellen's pregnant with their first child. I am so glad the two of them got together. They are our best friends as well as Kim's cousin.

There isn't a lot of change in our love life. We make love as often as possible. No matter how many times we make love, I can't get enough of Kim. In fact, she told me to stop writing this story and make love to her. She just put the kids to bed and is standing there in my tee shirt.

I look back and know I made the right decision.

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Thank you for reading my story.

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear