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Thanksgiving Feast

By: sweeteuphoria



A note from the author: 

This is an entry in the 2007 Winter Holidays Contest. The story is a collaboration from michchick98 and myself. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. Special thanks goes to Daniellekitten, t0nst3rs and MugsyB for their valuable feedback and input on this story. Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote.

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"Oh my God! How could anyone let themselves get that low?" The questions and comments bombarded Gloria as she pushed her shopping cart through the streets of downtown, headed for the nearest shelter still seven blocks away. 

"I'll never make it at this rate," Gloria thought to herself each time her cart would get stuck in a crack on the near crumbling sidewalk. She jerked the cart and cursed under her breath the last time she asked a passerby for the time. 

She knew she was too late and opted for cover from the night's chill in the abandoned building just around the next corner. 

"""""

Gloria was a woman down on her luck. She once had a wonderful career, a family and a wonderful home, but the loss of her husband and children that fateful Christmas Eve left her in a depression no one could rescue her from. Her family tried to no avail. Her parents were aged and neither she nor her husband had any siblings.

She was on her way home from a business trip when they died in a horrific car accident. As she rode in the taxi, the driver had the radio on the traffic report. She heard about a fatal accident, which closed the interstate. The cab driver followed the detours, exited the freeway and followed the directions Gloria gave him to get her to her destination.

"Happy holidays miss," the driver said as he retrieved her bags from the trunk and waited for her to get inside safely. It was late, and darkness filled the interior of the condo, but concern wasn't an issue as she turned her key and opened the door. The thought of her husband putting the kids to bed early so they could have some quiet time together before the rush Christmas morning to open gifts was a welcomed one.

Gloria walked into the den and set her luggage down. It was then she realized that wasn't the case. On the counter that divided the kitchen from the den she found a note that read, "Hi honey, took the kids to see Santa one last time. Stopping for pizza and will be home around seven. Love Alan." It was well after seven o'clock when she arrived and then the concerns set in. 


She called his cell, but got the voicemail and left a message. "I'm worried about you. Call me when you get this," she said and ended the call.

The moment that call ended another came in. "Alan?" she answered.

The silence on the other end worried her. "Alan is that you?" she said, concern laced her voice now. 

"Is this Mrs. Patterson?" a male voice startled her.

"Yes it is. Who's this?"

"This is officer Stillwater from the Michigan State Police. I'm sorry to inform you there has been an accident." 

Gloria's heart sank as she listened to the officer tell her what to do next. That one single phone call sent her life plunging into darkness and depression. A semi- truck broadsided her husband's vehicle as he pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, killing all passengers instantly. Images of her husband Alan and her children, six-year old Alicia and eight-year old Alan, Jr. mangled in the minivan flooded her mind. The pain was unbearable.

Gloria's fall wasn't sudden, but within the two years since the death of her family she'd gone from an advertising executive to a homeless woman on the streets of this major city. Once living in a luxury condo to sleeping in a shelter if she arrived on time, and if she didn't, sleeping beneath a sheet of cardboard she'd salvaged from a department store garbage receptacle. 

She couldn't see herself in any other light. She'd lost all touch of her previous existence as a glamorous wife and doting mother. Her chestnut hair, once vibrant and shimmering even in subdued light is now grimy and matted. Her green eyes that once sparkled warmly when she laughed are now cold, lifeless. 

She now stands hunched over her cart; her once full lips - the color of fresh strawberries - are cracked and dried from the harsh elements of her life outdoors. Her clothes and shoes worn and ragged as if she just pulled them from the dumpster. This is Gloria's life now - a despicable sight in the eyes of some, but a human being suffering, in the eyes of others. 

Within the days that followed the news concerning the accident, Gloria lost the will to survive in the life she once knew with her family. With the support of her parents ands as well as the members of her church, she managed to get through the funeral. In the weeks that followed, friends and co-workers visited Gloria, but eventually she refused to answer the door. 

She had stopped eating, surviving on coffee and crackers, just enough to get by. She couldn't force herself to get out of bed in the morning and eventually lost her job. Without a job the money she and her husband had saved was spent quickly just paying what few bills she managed to pay. She soon found herself bankrupt and the mortgage company foreclosed on her condo.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but if you had children living with you there would be more I could do for you," the agent said in an insincere tone as he handed her the eviction papers. 

At this point Gloria was in such a deep depression, the thought of fighting to keep her home and file for bankruptcy never entered her mind. Her only words to the agent that stood before her were, "You bastard! If I had my children here with me I wouldn't be in this situation. I would give anything to have them back with me, but they are dead and my husband, their father died with them two years ago."

When those words rolled off Gloria's lips she fell to the floor, doing the only thing she'd been able to do in the past two years, sob. She cried for hours and then it was as if she knew she had no other choice as she pulled herself up, walked to her room and grabbed her duffle bag from the closet. She tossed in some clothes and undergarments. 

She walked to her dresser and grabbed the photo of her family and placed it in between her clothing to keep it safe. She grabbed a few personal items from the bathroom and before she walked out of the front door she placed her keys on the counter. In a daze, she left everything else behind and just began walking.

"""""

"Oh dear, the city should do more to help people like that," a passer by whispered to her husband as they walked to the theater. "It's the day before Thanksgiving, no one should have to live like that," the woman continued, but didn't do anything to help the homeless lady. 

"This is better than nothing, I guess," Gloria sighed as she huddled beneath her cardboard and searched her pockets for crumbs of food. 

Gloria never begged for handouts, she couldn't bring herself to that, but if someone offered her food she would accept it graciously. After she had eaten the last bit of food found in her pockets, she would settle into a somewhat comfortable slump and in her nightly prayers ask God to keep her safe one more night and tell her family she loved them. After a while she'd doze off to sleep. 

The need to protect what little she had accumulated over the years forced Gloria to sleep light as she guarded her possessions.

Tonight, cardboard protected her from the blustery, late November wind and below freezing temperature, but not the rodents that invaded her shopping cart. Gloria was awakened to sounds of scratching and chewing right beside her head. "Get out of there you bastards!" she shouted and swatted at the side of her cart to scare off the pesky rodents. 

Sleep didn't come easy for Gloria. This would be the fourth Thanksgiving she'd spend without her family. Her dreams were filled with happier times, times spent with her family; birthdays, vacations, holidays; all just painful memories for her now.

As she finally settled in the corner, she belatedly allowed sleep to claim her as heavy eyelids resolved one more day of life. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and she hoped she'd at least be able to get a shower and a warm meal at the shelter.

"""""

Gloria awoke to the sun shining in through the broken windows above her and the cheerful sounds of the annual Thanksgiving Day Parade on the next block. She yawned and stretched then slowly rose to her feet. She gathered up her cardboard and placed it neatly in her cart. 

The sunlight that shone through the windows was pleasant. Gloria stood there for a moment and drank in the warmth as she prepared herself for yet another blistery day outside in the elements. She took one last look around then headed back out to the street. As she rounded the corner on her way to the shelter, she encountered Belle, another woman who was also on her way to the shelter. 

"""""

Belle didn't have near the upbringing that Gloria had of fancy schools and a master's degree in advertising, but she always tried to better herself. She married when she was young and became a stay at home mom to her 6 children, while her husband worked to support the family. She'd been on the street for 6 years, and those who knew her said she was a genuine person who made friends quickly. 

Her husband and daughter were shot in a carjacking attempt gone badly and four of her sons were killed in the war. Her one surviving son wasn't much help to her. He chose a life of drugs and crime and walked out on her many years ago. Without the support of her husband Belle had no other choice but to try and survive on the streets. 

After being evicted for non-payment of rent over a six-month duration, Belle no longer had a roof over her head. She attempted several times to get a job but without an address, or an education past high school hope for her was dismal. Who would hire a woman of her age and lack of formal education; not to mention pay enough so she could to support herself?

Even though Belle's misfortune led her to life on the streets she never stopped trying to better herself. She spoke with elegance and carried herself well. She was a proud woman and with that attitude she often tried to spread encouragement to those around her. 

She was often found reading to youngsters or telling stories she'd made up. To the homeless on the streets Belle was known as a genuine person who would give the coat off her back to help another more destitute than herself.

"""""

"Happy Thanksgiving, Gloria," Belle said in her usual chipper tone. 

"Thanks, same to you, Belle," Gloria replied grimly, keeping the afterthought to herself, "What's so damn happy about it?" 

"Did you know the shelter's opening early today?" 

"I heard something about that," Gloria replied in her usual melancholic tone as the women continued to walk down the sidewalk in the direction of the shelter. 

"If we get there early enough, we might even be able to grab a hot shower!" 

"That would be nice, Belle. But I'd bet the shelter's full and the people already there get first dibs." 

As they rounded the next corner, Gloria's heart sank. The line for the shelter went halfway around the building. She'd never seen this many people in line before and wondered where they all came from. The shelter allowed men and women with or without children, but those in line were mostly women with children.

She and Belle took their places at the end of the line and Gloria sent up a silent prayer that they'd be able to get in to at least get a shower. That is one of the luxuries she missed most. As time passed, the heartache Gloria once felt with the loss of her family had lessened. Yes, she missed them terribly, but her goal now was to survive day-to-day life.

Gloria didn't recognize the man from the shelter as he rounded the corner talking to the homeless in the long line. As he spoke to them he jotted things down on a paper attached to the clipboard he carried. Gloria had visited this shelter previously, but never noticed this particular man before today. "I wonder if he's volunteering because of the holiday?" she thought to herself as he neared. 

He approached Belle and Gloria and smiled warmly at them before introducing himself. "Good morning, ladies and Happy Thanksgiving. My name is Jonathan. I am helping out here today. I was asked to get a head count because the shelter only has so many beds. When that count is reached I must unfortunately turn the rest of the people away. But I have good news for the two of you. There are three spots left and if you would be so kind as to inform those who come behind you that we are now down to one cot I would greatly appreciate it so I can get things set up inside."

While they stood in line awaiting entrance to the cold but safe building, a young woman staggered up along with three small children; the youngest child was in her arms and barely a year old if that. Gloria and Belle felt the guilt sink into them. "I don't know about you Belle, but I just can't take a bed knowing there is a small child who might have to sleep on the street tonight because I wouldn't give up my night of comfort and a hot meal," Gloria said as she turned to speak to the woman behind her. 

"The gentleman said there were only three spots left when we arrived and…" she paused to look at Belle who gave her that "I guess you are right" look then returned to the woman behind her and continued. "We can't take a bed away from a child so we will give you our spots. If the man comes back tell him we will look elsewhere for shelter tonight." 

The woman, taken aback by the kindness of Gloria and Belle was speechless, but the look in her tired eyes said it all. She was eternally grateful as a tear fell down her cheek and she nestled her child closer.

As Gloria and Belle stepped out of line, the man with the clipboard returned. "Happy Thanksgiving, sir," Belle said. "My friend and I were hoping we'd be able to get a shower and a meal, but we couldn't find it in our hearts to take spots that children so desperately needed. We gave ours to that woman there," pointing to the woman with the children huddled close.

"Well, I don't know about the shower," the man started then glanced down at the paper on his clipboard, "But as far as I can tell from my list, if you hurry you should be able to get a meal and a cot for the night at the Lutheran church up the street. Do you mind if I ask your names?" 

"My name is Belle Martin," Belle replied. "This is my friend Gloria -- um -- " 

"Patterson. Gloria Patterson," Gloria replied. "Nice to meet you." 

"I'll call there and tell them how generous you ladies were and ask if they can save two beds for you. When you get there tell them Jonathan sent you." 

"Thank you Jonathan," Belle replied and Gloria smiled as they turned and headed up the street toward the church. 

As before, Belle and Gloria encountered the same situation, however this time there weren't any children in line. Gloria took a place at the end of the line and Belle walked to the front door. "Excuse me sir, the man at the shelter down the street told us to tell you Jonathan sent us. My friend and I need a warm place to rest, a meal and hopefully a hot shower." 

Just as Belle finished speaking the man's cell phone rang, it was Jonathan. After the man ended the call and returned his phone to the holder on his belt he looked up and smiled. "You must be Gl…" he started. Belle interrupted his words, "No, I'm Belle. Gloria is my friend," she said as she waved Gloria to the front of the line.

Gloria couldn't get her mind off Jonathan. He stood only a few inches taller than her; she suspected probably around six foot one. He had collar length jet black hair and dark brown eyes. She found his eyes particularly difficult to look away from, the morning sunlight hit them just right and she could swear she saw flecks of gold glittering against the dark brown of his irises. 

"What's wrong with me? A man like that could never possibly be interested in me," Gloria thought to herself, a small smile gracing her dry, chapped lips as she thought of Jonathan.

Even with the large parka he wore, Gloria could tell he was well toned. The coat was unzipped, revealing a thin t-shirt beneath that did nothing to hide the rippling muscles of his broad chest. 

She felt the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks when she realized how he invaded her mind when Belle's voice brought her back to reality. "I'm sorry, I must have been daydreaming," she said breathless and quiet after her run to the front of the line. "Happy Thanksgiving," she added, saying those words to someone for the first time since her family was taken from her. 

"Welcome to Trinity Lutheran Church. My name is Pastor George. I'll be checking you in today." The tall but gruff man directed Gloria and Belle where to put their things to keep them secure during their stay at the church. He then showed them the sleeping area and the showers. The basement of the church housed the basketball court for the school and the homeless residents were allowed to use the showers there. A glimmer of hope returned to Gloria when she saw the large shower area.

After the tour of the basement, Pastor George extended his welcome by offering a hot cup of coffee and an area set up for relaxation and conversation. Couches and chairs lined the perimeter of the area and there was a small colored television set off in one corner. Books and magazines set in the opposite. Gloria and Belle opted for a shower before taking Pastor George up on his offer of relaxing with the other homeless. 

Gloria found a private room off the main sleeping area. She asked Pastor George if it was okay to use the room and with permission granted, she quickly retrieved her cart. She closed the door behind her after pulling the cart into the room. It only consisted of a table, chair and sofa, but Gloria was happy to have even just a small bit of privacy.

She reached into her shopping cart and pulled out the duffel bag with the logo of the advertising agency where she formerly worked emblazoned across the side, which she had taken when she left her condo. She pulled at the rusted zipper of the old, worn bag, cursing its stubbornness, then gave one good yank, hearing the teeth of the zipper finally give way allowing her access to its contents. 

The items she had originally taken from her condo had been replaced by items that Gloria has acquired during her time on the streets -- a clean pair of jeans, a new, unopened man's pocket t-shirt, shampoo, deodorant and a toothbrush. She pulled out the shampoo and the toothbrush and placed them on the table next to the chair she was standing in front of. She pulled out the jeans and t-shirt then zipped up the bag. She picked up the shampoo and toothbrush after she'd removed her coat and shoes then headed for the women's shower area.

There was a small changing area and Gloria found a spot there and began removing her clothing. She heard Belle's voice behind her as she removed her jeans.

"If we don't hurry, we won't get a good spot in line for dinner, Gloria! Come on!" Belle said as she pulled Gloria to her feet.

"Will you let me finish undressing?" Gloria replied, tripping slightly on her jeans that were half on and half off. "I want to wash my clothes while we shower," she added, gathering up the grungy clothes she'd just removed.

"Hurry up!" Belle shouted over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner.

"""""

As the hot, steamy water cascaded down her tired, aching body, Gloria's thoughts turned to her family. She felt a sob rising in her throat and she struggled to hold it back. Gloria finished her shower and tried to block out all thoughts of that horrible night almost four years ago. She turned off the water and slowly made her way back to the changing area, grabbing a towel off the rack just outside the shower area. 


Thanksgiving Feast



The Thanksgiving holiday turned out to be one I will remember for a long time. My mother (Connie) came in the Thursday before Thanksgiving. I spent much of my time away, from here because we have the typical love hate relationship. She loves to hate on me. Pay back for taking her daughter away I guess. I try to make the best of it when I am around her for my wife's sake. 

Now Connie is not the most attractive woman, she stands about 5'6", keeps her hair dyed blonde most of the time but her natural hair is brown. Her face shows the years of stress and worry from bad choices in men. She always picked the ones that would treat her like crap. I the past 15 years she has not been seeing anyone. I think she has written men off and figures no one would want her now. (Kind of sad when you think about it) I think that is why she turned to her daughter for her companionship, and disliked me so much when I married her daughter. Over the years her distrust of me has faded but is still in the back ground. 

I have tried to build her confidence in her self by giving her compliments. She is not one that accepts them easily. I have in playing even pinched her butt once or twice. She smiles and blushes a bit and comment on the fact the she does not have much a butt. Which is true, she has a very flat butt, I'll tell her that there still enough to grab hold of, and she would smile a sheepish grin. 

Connie's breasts are very intriguing. (I am a breast man through and through) I would say she has 32 B or C cup. They are natural and from what I have been able to tell her nipples are very nice and stay hard a lot. I know this because any time she comes to stay she will change into a summer type dress and not wear a bra any time she is in the house. 

Over the years I have tried to sneak a peek at her breast. I have seen her in her bra and panties. I have seen her breast but the nipples keep eluding my gaze. I have seen the outline of her nipple pushing through her shirt or dress material and they look very nice. I have digressed enough. 

It was the day before Thanksgiving and we were in the kitchen prepping some of the dishes for the next day. My wife had taken the kids to the store and a birthday party and was gone most of the morning. Connie was standing by the sink in front of a cabinet I need to get to. I had already knelt down at her side and tapped her on her outer thigh, asking her if I could get in here for a moment. 

She said if you get in there you better take longer than a moment. I laughed and said that would not be a problem but I was referring to the cabinet. She giggled but did not move. I sometime today please in a smartass tone. She moved her leg more to me blocking the cabinet door more and said make me move smart guy. I said ok you asked for it. I reached up under her dress and put my hand on her panty covered butt and squeezed pulling her back a little. I guess it took her by surprise making her gasp a little and lose her balance. She grabbed on to the counter top and stuck her butt out to regain her balance making sure I could not get to the door. 

I said ok, have it your way. 

I figured that if I run my hand up her leg and the closer I got to her pussy she would move. Kind of like a game of chicken. I moved my hand up and just as I got over her knee to her inner thigh she let out a combination of a sigh and a moan. She stated you would not dare go any higher. All I said was here I go. 

My movements are slow and methodical making overlapping circles covering small amounts of new flesh at a time. Half way up her inner thigh I could feel the heat coming off her pussy. Her breathing was getting heavier and she started shifting her weight and I figured she was getting ready to close down the fun and walk away. I was surprised when shifted only to open her legs a little wider and bend over laying face on arms. 

I knew at that moment that she was my new sex toy. 

When she repositioned her self it moved her butt closer to my face. After a moment or two I started to smell her excitement which causes my cock to twitch and grow quickly in my shorts. My finger tips are now just millimeters from hot pussy wrapped in cotton panties. When my fingers touched her pussy it was like I zapped her with electricity the way she jumped. This cause my fingers to push the panties into her pussy causing a camel toe. 

I could feel her panties were already soaked with the anticipation. She let out a very deep moan when my fingers drove the material in between her lips. Her knees began to give and I thought she was going to come down on top of me then. 

After she regained her legs back I stood up and took her hand and told her it would be better for all if I finish the job on a bed. I led her by the hand into the closest room and began to undress her. 

I thought my cock was going to bust through my shorts when her breast came into my view as her dress rolled off her shoulders. They were creamy white topped with beautiful brown nipples. The areola was the size of a quarter and at least a half inch long. They were perfect and just begged to be sucked on. 

I reached out and took a breast in my hand caressing the side, making my way to the nipple. Connie's nipples hardened on contact. They felt so good rubbing the palms of my hands while I whispered in her ear that she was turning me on so much. 

I took her hand and guided it to my cock. I though I was going to lose it when she pressed it hard into her hand and started to feel it all over. She spent a good bit of time tracing it ridge of my head with her finger. 

As I slide down to my knees I stopped to suck on each nipple, she helped guide my head to each nipple watching me take it in and roll it around with my tongue. I kissed my way down her stomach, now knelt before her facing her white panties that had a growing wet spot start turning them slightly translucent and you could barely make out some of her brown pubic hair. 

I put my thumbs in her waist band and pulled straight down in one movement taking her panties to her ankles. Connie steps out of them and I have her sit down on the bed and lay her back. I spread her legs and sit there admiring her pussy as she gets comfortable. Connie's pussy was covered with a light layer of brown hair that was matted from her moisture around her lips. 

Her outer lips were fully swollen and peeled open has I moved her legs wider apart. They revealed very cute and thin inner lips gracefully covered her vaginal opening. Connie's clit was already swollen and peeking out of its hood, throbbing, wanting to be stimulated. I started to kiss my way up her thigh, her breathing getting quicker and deeper as I get to her pussy. 

Connie draws in a deep breath as my tongue passes through her swollen lips and the tip touches her opening. I run my tongue up her slit stopping just under her clit. She begs me to touch it, please lick it, take it in your mouth. I did as she asked and suck it up into my mouth flicking the tip with my tongue. She begins to buck her hips wildly as she explodes one orgasmic wave after another. After what seemed like forever Connie releases my head from the death grip her knees had on it. 

A few minutes pass and her breathing returns to normal and she regains her senses. She tells me that was the most intense orgasm she has ever had. I smiled and told her good I will continue to give her more. She cock an eyebrow and smiled. 

I grabbed her arms and pulled her to a sitting position. I stated that it was my turn. She reached up and pulled my short off letting them fall to the ground. I step out of them and move closer in to Connie. My cock is just inches from her mouth. I have an average size cock that get very hard. Connie reaches up and takes hold of it rubbing the precum off the tip and down the shaft. She kisses my head and takes in her mouth. 

It feels so good as her tongue laps my cock, before I know it I am ready to blow. I grab her head and try pull out of her mouth I telling her I going to cum. To my surprise she grabs my ass and pulls me in tight and sucks harder. I started cumming so hard in her mouth I though I was going to drowned her. I got a towel and cleaned us both up and she reached for her panties. 

I asked her where she thought she was going. She stated back to finish prepping the food. I said not until I have finished with you in hear. You still have a pussy I not gotten to explore with my cock. I pulled her back to the bed. My cock was all ready hard and ready to go. It did not take much encouragement to get her dripping wet again. 

I positioned my head up against her lips, sliding it up and down getting it wet with her juices. I feel the head slide between her lips and stop at her pussy opening. Connie's breathing is getting quicker with anticipation of me slipping my cock inside her were none has been in 15 years. I smiled and asked if she was ready. She nodded grabbing my arms. 

I put some pressure on her opening and after a second or two it opens and my cock head pops through. We both gasp at how tight her pussy is. I continue to push deeper into her hot, tight and very wet pussy until my balls come to rest on her ass cheeks. I held it there for a moment trying to regain control and not pop my load too soon. After a moment I start to pump it in and out. Moving slow at first but picking up the pacing as Connie start fucking me back meeting each of my thrust with her own driving as deep as we can. She starting moaning loudly saying oooh god your so hard, your sooo hard. Oh yess right there. 

I could feel my cock expand even more when she said that. I could feel the heard ridge of my cock rubbing her g-spot. I after about fifteen more thrust she starts cumming hard. Her pussy is grabbing and milking my cock like mad. I only hold out a few more seconds and start flooding her pussy with my hot sticky cum. 

We lay there with my cock still inside her throbbing and slowly softening and sliding out of her. I lie down beside her and stroke her breast and her side as she recovers and I whisper in her ear that she is now for ever more my toy to play with. She grabs my hand which is on her breast and pulls it in tight against her chest and says, good I can get use to this. Then she says that my wife can never find out about this arrangement and I agreed with her and assured her that no would suspect us to be fooling around. Your right but we still have to be careful. 

Connie and I are getting along much better now but will for show act like we are still at odds with each other.



Thanksgiving Feast



She draped her wet clothes over the bench while she dressed in the clean pair of jeans and t-shirt then gathered up the wet clothes and took them to the small room where her cart was. She draped the clothes over the side of the cart to dry, exited the room and found Belle waiting impatiently for her just outside the door.

"""""

"Oh the food looks and smells wonderful!" Belle said with excitement as she and Gloria stood in line for their meal in the cold basement of the church on this blustery Thanksgiving Day.

The line of people went around several long folding tables. The tables were covered with white plastic covers to give a festive appearance. Food from many ethnic backgrounds was set out for the boarders. As Gloria's eyes panned she asked Belle what certain dishes were.

"It's just easier if I start at one end and tell you what everything is," Belle replied, as she started at the end closest to them. "These are collard greens, it's sort of like spinach; a little bitter and more firm. This here is called tabouli; it's a Middle Eastern vegetarian salad. I'm not sure what this is but it looks Chinese," she added looking at a dish with rice and baby corncobs. 

Belle finished telling Gloria the remainder of foods on the table including the traditional foods of turkey, stuffing, cranberries and green bean casserole. The dessert table was filled with an assortment of pies pre-sliced and placed on small paper plates. 

Gloria took some food, hardly enough to cover her plate. She didn't want to appear greedy. Belle on the other hand took advantage of the feast before her and piled her plate with a serving of just about everything on the table. The two women walked to their cots and ate quietly while the others sat at long tables at the far end of the gymnasium. 

Before Belle began to eat she said a prayer of thanks, "God, we thank you for this food, for this safe place to rest and all the kind people who donated and volunteered here today. Also God, thank you for sending us Jonathan, an angel who rescued my friend and me," after she finished she bowed her head and said a silent prayer, "God, please protect my friend Gloria and give her a life again, something to live for."

Gloria sat and ate quietly and while she ate she thought about the things she had to be thankful for. When she finished eating she collected her trash and took it over to the garbage can at the end of the table then returned to her cot. She said good night to Belle and then curled up on her cot, pulling the wool blanket snugly around her neck then closed her eyes. It didn't take her long to fall asleep after the hot meal. It was only about seven-thirty when Gloria had lay down. She was exhausted.   """""

"Excuse me Pastor George, can you tell me where I might find Gloria and Belle; the two women I sent here earlier today?" Jonathan asked when Pastor George greeted him at the door. 

"Ah yes! I remember those kind ladies, son. They are bedded in the corner opposite the women's showers. That's a mighty large package you have there and it smells divine," the pastor said as Jonathan smiled and began his search for Gloria and Belle.

"Hello Jonathan," Belle said with a slight yawn, feeling the effect of the food she'd eaten just a short time ago. 

"Could you tell me where Gloria is? I didn't see her yet."

"She's over there on her cot, but I do believe she's already asleep, Jonathan. Is there something I can help you with?" Belle asked sitting in the overstuffed chair holding a magazine and pointing to the direction of Gloria's cot.

"Well we had an over abundance of food at the shelter and I thought you two would possibly enjoy a late night snack or hold on to it for tomorrow," he said as he showed her the bag.

"That's awfully kind of you, thanks Jonathan," she said as she reached for the bag and headed to her cot. "I will share this with her when she wakes," Belle added as she secured the bag to the leg of Gloria's bed and covered it with the extra blanket available.

"Okay then, you sleep well tonight and remember if you need anything you know how to find me," Jonathan said quietly as not to wake Gloria.

Jonathan said his good byes to Pastor George and headed out the front door as Belle walked back to her chair to finish reading her magazine.

"""""

Gloria wondered as she dreamt, "That voice sounds so close, as if I could touch him for real." Her dream was of Jonathan. He had come to visit her at the shelter after she had finished eating.

"Excuse me, Ms. Patterson. You have a visitor," Pastor George said and when he stepped aside Jonathan stood behind him. "I have things to tend to now so if you'll excuse me," the pastor said then disappeared into the darkness of the room. 

The room was different than she had seen when she arrived with her friend Belle. When she sat up on the edge of her cot and glanced around the room she didn't see Belle, as a matter of fact, the room was almost empty except for an elderly gentleman in the far corner of the dark room near the door.

"Do you remember me?" Jonathan asked. His voice was deep and sexy. His open parka still revealed that thin shirt that hardly hid his muscular chest. Gloria could, even in the darkness, see the glow of gold in his brown eyes that sparkled as he gazed at her face.

"You look nice this evening, Gloria," he added as he sat beside her on the cot.

Gloria didn't budge, even though she thought it strange that he would be so bold as to sit directly on her cot. She enjoyed the warmth that radiated from his thighs.

"What are you doing here, Jonathan?" she asked.

Jonathan stood, removed his parka and in that deep sexy voice of his said, "I heard there wasn't any dessert for tonight's feast here and I wanted you to have the best Thanksgiving feast you've ever had. This is your lucky night dear, I'm your dessert!" he said excitedly as he removed his parka. 

Gloria nervously looked at the floor quickly. It had been years since a man had undressed in front of her and then it was her husband, not a total stranger. And to her, Jonathan was still considered a stranger. When she glanced back up, Jonathan stood before her practically naked. Just his blue satin boxers remained. 

Gloria's eyes blinked several times, as if she was dreaming. She closed them tight and opened them only to find him still standing in front of her with his hand reaching for hers.

"Come with me, beautiful. It's time for your dessert!" 

Jonathan led her to the small room between the gymnasium and the showers. The same room she used earlier to have some privacy. Only this time when Jonathan opened the door there was a bed and flames from the candlelight danced upon the walls. The bed was huge and covered with satin sheets and a down comforter.

The comforter was tossed off the bed as soon as Jonathan closed the door behind them, "We won't be needing this tonight, baby," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her close to him, kissing the back of her neck and down her shoulders.

Gloria was in heaven. It had been years since she'd felt the warmth of a man, the love of a man; even the wetness between her thighs. She pressed her backside against him and a soft moan escaped her lips as Jonathan continued his pleasurable assault.

"Gloria, my beautiful Gloria!" Jonathan whispered in a ragged breath in between kisses and nibbles on her neck and shoulders. 

Swaying gently, he moved her toward the bed and when Gloria glanced up she saw her reflection in the mirror that covered the entire wall, from the floor to the ceiling. She stared in disbelief as Jonathan described what he loves about her.

"Your hair is so soft and sexy. I love the way it shimmers in the candlelight. Your eyes, oh that sparkle, it lights up your whole face when you smile. Your skin, so soft and firm and those lips – the color of ripe red strawberries in the summer sun. I've longed to kiss those lips from the first moment I saw you today. God you are so beautiful. Come, follow me."

Gloria looked into the mirror as Jonathan lay her down on the soft mattress. Her figure and features were the same as before she married her husband. Her breasts were firm and round, her waist trim and her hips flared just enough to give her a toned, feminine look.

As she lay back against the coolness of the satin sheet, she felt the warmth of Jonathan's lips against hers. The combination made her shiver with delight and she parted her moist lips, inviting Jonathan to take the kiss deeper; which he did.

She felt his tongue graze the corners of her lips before plunging into her mouth. Gloria felt light headed at the sensations Jonathan was stirring within her. She reached for the hem of her shirt only to have Jonathan push her hands away to complete the task himself.

He broke the kiss and brought her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side while his hands roamed over the soft curves of her waist and stomach. She arched into him in response when she felt his thumb graze across one nipple through the thin material of her bra.

"So soft, so beautiful," he whispered before his lips captured hers in another heated kiss. 

Gloria felt his fingers brush lightly against her skin as he pulled her closer to him, unfastening her bra and tossing it to the side with her shirt. Their eyes locked and Gloria saw the heat of his desire in his hungry gaze. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him into her, finding his lips with a passion she didn't think she possessed any longer.

Their bodies were pressed intimately together as he tore his lips from hers and kissed along her neck, down her chest to the valley between her breasts. She felt the heat of his mouth close around one nipple and tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her.

Jonathan released his lips from one nipple and kissed along her skin to find the other and capture it between his lips, nibbling and sucking softly, hearing her whimper his name.

He made his way back up her body to her waiting lips, claiming them in another lustful kiss. He held her close and rolled to his back, taking her with him. Gloria straddled his waist, her hands roaming over the hard plains of his chest before she worked her way down to the waistband of his boxers.

She hooked her fingers in the waistband and brought them slowly down his long, muscled legs. Tossing them to the side with one hand, her other found his rock hard shaft and she began stroking him slowly.

"I'll have my desert now, Jonathan," she whispered as she leaned in and lapped up the clear droplets of pre-cum that had oozed from the tip of his throbbing erection.

"God yes," he breathed in reply. Through the fog of his arousal he was unable to form anything more coherent.

She heard him draw in a harsh breath as her lips encased the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around to the underside. He thrust his hips to push himself further into her mouth and she willingly accepted his offer.

Her hand covered the part of his shaft that she couldn't take into her mouth and she began stroking slowly, matching the movements of her mouth.

Gloria moved her other hand beneath him, squeezing his ass cheek softly. When her index finger grazed the opening of his anus, his hips began to move in rhythm with her mouth, causing her finger to push slightly inside the tight opening.

She heard him let out a deep grunt and felt his body tense. His cock became even harder in her mouth as she enjoyed her feast and within just a few minutes his orgasm exploded from the tip, his thick, hot liquid flowing easily down her throat.

She felt his body relax and as she finished milking his cock with her mouth, she slowly released her lips. He reached for her, pulling her up the length of his body and placing a tender but passionate kiss on her lips as she settled against him, her legs still straddling his waist.

"A perfect ending to the day," she breathed, resting her head on his shoulder, sighing contently as sleep claimed her.

"Happy Thanksgiving," he replied, still breathless himself. He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer before joining her in slumber.

""""""

Gloria awoke to the sound of bells. "This is the wake up call Gloria, it's time to get going," Belle said as she nudged Gloria's arm gently. 

When Gloria was awake and sitting on the edge of her cot Belle handed her the gift bag from Jonathan. "What's this?" she asked taking the bag from Belle and feeling the outside with her hands.

"Jonathan paid us a visit last night, but you were sound asleep and he hated to wake you. He said there were leftovers from the shelter last night and thought we could use the extra food."

"That was nice of him. I'll have to thank him for this as soon as we get out of here," Gloria replied as she folded her blanket and placed it neatly at the foot of the cot along with the pillow.

"Someone's mighty chipper this morning," Belle commented, wondering what had come over her friend during the night. She was no longer this timid quiet woman. It seemed as though there was even a slight sparkle in her eyes when she looked at Belle.

"I thanked Jonathan last night and today I'm headed to see an old friend by the river. You're welcome to join me if you'd like Gloria," Belle said as she gathered her belongings as well as part of the food Jonathan had left for them.

"No thanks. I must go thank Jonathan before I do anything else. I'm sure I'll see you around Belle," Gloria said as she stood from the cot and hugged her friend then headed to the front door to get her shopping cart from the storage area before heading out the door.

Gloria and Belle walked single file, following the line of people exiting the basement of the church. Once outside Gloria called out to Belle one last time, "Thanks for spending Thanksgiving with me my friend." Then she turned quickly and headed in the opposite direction of Belle.

"Hello? Is anybody here?" Gloria called out into the emptiness of the shelter where she'd met Jonathan. No answer. She called out a second time a little louder, "Hello?"

"The shelter doesn't open until five o'clock tonight," a gruff voice answered her call.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for Jonathan. Is he here?"

"Sorry lady. He was just volunteering last night to help us out. Can I help you with something?" An elderly man asked as he shuffled to the door.

"Oh – um – no thank you. If you happen to see him can you tell him Gloria said thank you for the food," she said as the brightness in her voice slowly faded and she returned to her cart on the sidewalk. 

She knew that if she wanted to attract Jonathan's attention, she'd have to make changes in her life, but she didn't know where to begin. Without having an address, she couldn't send out resumés to find a job. 

After she left the shelter, she turned and headed toward the river, hoping she could catch up with Belle. As she situated her things in her shopping cart, she heard a voice behind her.

"Mrs. Patterson? Gloria Patterson? Is that really you? Oh my God! I hardly recognized you. What on earth are you doing out here?" A woman standing beside a van full of canned goods asked in astonishment.

"Do I know you?" Gloria asked, not recognizing the woman at first.

"Yes you know me dear. My husband is – um – was one of your biggest clients, Mr. Albert Cleveland and I'm Victoria Sharpe-Cleveland. Do you remember now? I know it seems like forever since we last spoke."

The woman gave strict instructions to her driver to unload the van and meet her up the street at the coffee shop when he was finished. "Yes, Mrs. Cleveland," he answered as he began unloading box after box of canned goods and clothing unto a dolly and wheeled it into the shelter Gloria had just exited.

"Come dear, you must be freezing out here. You are going to catch a horrible cold out in this weather in those worn out shoes," Victoria said to Gloria as she took her arm and headed to the coffee shop on the next block.

The two women took a seat in a booth in the corner of the small shop and after Victoria ordered for them both the questions began. Gloria answered as best she could remember.

"I'm sure you heard about Alan and the children," Gloria started and continued from there and how she ended up on the streets.

"Oh you poor dear. Well, I can't get your job back. Mr. Cleveland passed last summer and I heard the agency sold out to a bigger company, however, I am in need of a housekeeper," Victoria explained. 

Gloria looked at her with a familiarity in her eyes, remembering the house vividly. Victoria smiled warmly and continued, "Yes, I am still in that huge house by the lake and I can't take care of it all by myself any longer, it's just too much," she said.

"Mrs. Cleveland, I - I can't -- "

Victoria raised her hand to silence Gloria's protest, "Please call me Victoria and I don't want to hear another word about it, you're coming with me young lady. You can stay at my house. I have plenty of room if you remember."

"""""

When the driver finished unloading the boxes he drove to the coffee shop and waited for the women to finish their beverages. Before Gloria got into the van she pulled her shopping cart filled with personal things and began to place the items into the van. 

"Oh you won't need those things any longer dear," Victoria said as she tried to pull the cart away from the van.

"No! Wait! There's something I need to get from there," Gloria said as she rifled through the items to find her duffle bag. She pulled the bag out and grabbed the broken picture frame that held the weather beaten photo of her husband and children. Gloria pressed the frame against her chest and said, "I must take this with me." 

The driver helped Gloria and Victoria into the van then directly to the Cleveland Estate.

Once inside, Victoria showed Gloria to her room then gave her a tour of the house. Gloria had been there once before but that had been many years ago. As they toured Victoria explained what Gloria's duties would be and which rooms to clean and which to leave alone.

"This is my son's room. You don't have to clean this; he's only here on holidays. He wasn't here yesterday because he had another obligation to tend to, but you'll meet him at Christmas."

"""""

Gloria seemed to fit right in with her new surroundings and time passed quickly. Before she knew it Christmas was just a couple days away. Victoria asked her to polish the silver and shine the crystal for the festive dinner for her family. 

"I know you have no where else to go and I would love it if you would join my family for Christmas dinner this year, dear."

Gloria didn't know what to say. She was so grateful for Victoria rescuing her from the streets, yet she longed for Jonathan. She had hoped to return to the shelter on Christmas Day to see if he was there, but she hated to ask permission to leave her duties, there was still so much to do in preparation of the celebration.

Feeling she had no other choice she accepted the invitation to spend the holiday with Victoria's family. The big day came and family members began arriving quite early in the day. Gloria was running herself ragged making sure everything was perfect.   "Stop right there young lady!" Victoria shouted in a friendly tone, yet still startling Gloria.

She stopped in her tracks, almost falling up the stairs. She turned toward Victoria, "Yes ma'am?" she said quietly.

"It's Christmas Day; a day for celebrating; not for cleaning. These aren't guests, they are family and they can take care of themselves today. This is your day to relax," Victoria said as she walked up the stairs to meet Gloria and then continued. "Come, follow me. I have something for you," she said, taking Gloria's hand and leading her to the spare bedroom.




Thanksgiving Feast



She pushed the door open and there on the bed laid a large gift box with a huge red ribbon. "Go ahead, open it dear," she said as Gloria stepped cautiously into the large room.

Gloria hesitated a moment before opening the box. She slid the tissue paper aside and tears came to her eyes as she reached in and pulled out a dress. This wasn't just any dress it was a dark blue velvet gown with white satin trim along the plunging neckline and around the back that ended in a delicate bow. Gloria was speechless. 

"Wait, there's more, you just have to dig deeper."

Gloria did as told and below more tissue paper she felt more packages. When she removed them all and opened each she ended up with an entire holiday outfit; a dress with sassy satin pumps, stockings and jewelry. Gloria just stood and stared at the items on the bed with tears in her eyes.

"Merry Christmas dear; now go change. Just come down when you are ready. If you need help with anything don't hesitate to call on me. I want today to be special for you," she said and then left Gloria to change her clothes. 

Once dressed, she rushed into the bathroom and fixed her hair as best she could, brushing it out as she bent forward. When she stood, her hair was full and bouncy. She looked beautiful. When she felt she was ready to meet the family she headed down the stairs.

"""""

"Oh my God! Mother? Mother, come here!" A male voice called out as Gloria appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Yes dear, you called," Victoria answered, knowing full well what her son was calling her for.

Victoria and her son stood at the foot of the stairs as Gloria proceeded to descend. Taking her time so she wouldn't trip on the flowing gown she held the railing. Her gown flowed in the breeze behind her with each step.

"How did you find her, mother?" the man asked as he gazed into Gloria's bright eyes and smiled nervously. "Do you think she'll remember me?" he asked, his hands trembling more with each step she made.

When Gloria was about three quarters of the way down the stairs, she stopped suddenly. Staring right at the man that nervously stood beside Victoria, a smile lit her face and it was then he knew she recognized him. Gloria grabbed her gown and pulled it up so she could walk more quickly down the stairs. 

"Oh God! It can't be. Is it really you? Jonathan?" Gloria cried as she walked toward him, her heart beating furiously.

"Yes Gloria, it's me, Jonathan," he said with a tear in his eye as he rushed to her and pulled her close. His embrace only ended because his mother nudged him and brought them back to reality.

"Come dear. I want to introduce you to the rest of my family," Victoria said to Gloria as she held one hand and Jonathan grasped her other tightly. He wasn't about to let her get away again, not even in his mother's house.

After the festivities of the evening began to wind down and the guests were gone, Victoria once again wished her son and Gloria a Merry Christmas then headed to her bedroom to retire for the night.

Jonathan led Gloria into the family room. He sat her down on the large sofa across from the fireplace, walked over to the fire and shifted the logs a bit to get it going again before joining her on the couch. Gloria couldn't take her eyes off him.

She took his hand as soon as he took his place beside her. "It's so good to see you again," she said quietly. "I didn't think you'd remember me."

Jonathan glanced down at their joined hands and laced his fingers with hers. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind, Gloria." He looked into her eyes and saw the uncertainty there.

"I wasn't exactly at my best," she replied quietly, a heated blush suffusing her cheeks.

"No, you weren't," he started then gripped her hand tighter when she tried to pull away. "But I saw something your eyes, something behind that cold wall you put up to keep the memories away. I saw a woman, a beautiful woman. From that moment on, I knew I had to find you again."

"I - I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either, Jonathan," she blushed, recalling the dream she had about him the night they met.

"Tell me what happened," he said, settling back on the couch.

"I don't know where to start," she replied quietly, tearing her gaze away from his. Would he reject her if he knew how weak she was? 

"Just start at the beginning. I could tell the day I met you that you weren't always living on the streets."

Gloria proceeded to tell Jonathan her life story over the last four years. He listened intently, allowing her time to gather her thoughts when it was too difficult for her to speak. When she finished, she glanced up at him to gage his reaction.

Jonathan rose to his feet and walked to the fireplace. He placed his hand on the mantle. He gazed down into the fire and sighed heavily. Gloria slowly got to her feet and began walking toward the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"It's late and I have to get an early start tomorrow, Jonathan," she replied.

"Please don't go," he said, turning toward her and stopping her from leaving. "Sit with me and let's talk some more."

"You want me to stay after what I've just told you?"

"Yes. I wanted to know what happened in your past, Gloria. I wanted to know what made you the shell of the woman I met on Thanksgiving," he said, taking her hand and leading her back to the sofa.

"You deserve someone better than me, Jonathan. I'm simply your mother's housekeeper -- " 

"Let me decide what I deserve," he replied taking his seat on the sofa and pulling her down next to him.

"You're not disappointed with me?"

"No. What happened to you is in the past. I want to be your future."

Gloria looked into his eyes and saw the truth in his words. Despite the feeling of loss she still felt for her husband and children, the years have lessened that pain. The emptiness she's felt has been with her since the accident, but right now, at this moment, that emptiness was gone. It was time for her to open a new chapter in her life.

"I'd like to be your future, too, Jonathan."

They talked for another hour before Gloria excused herself for the evening. Jonathan walked her to her room and when she placed her hand on the doorknob, he turned her to face him.

"Goodnight, Gloria," he said, cradling her face in his hands and bringing his lips down to hers for a tender kiss.

Neither of them was able to keep the kiss light. Gloria ran her hands up Jonathan's chest and around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss. Looking into her eyes, he smiled before he released her.

"I was planning on leaving tomorrow, but I think now I'll be staying awhile."

Gloria was unable to form a coherent sentence, her head was spinning and her whole body was on fire from his kiss. She simply nodded in response then turned to enter her room. 

"Goodnight Jonathan," she finally managed to utter before she closed the door behind her.

"""""

In the days that passed, Jonathan and Gloria were inseparable. They spent a lot of time working at the shelter where they'd first met and Jonathan revealed his plans to open a shelter where homeless could reside for up to six months while they searched for a job and a place to live. He told her he planned to open sometime in the first half of the new year.

As was the tradition, there was a huge New Year's Eve party hosted at the Cleveland Estate. Gloria was surprisingly comfortable in her new life and even met a few people who knew her from when she worked at the advertising agency. One man in particular was impressed with the work she'd done for him and offered her a job.

Much to her own surprise, she turned him down. Even in the few days she'd been with Jonathan, she knew that she wanted to work with him at his new shelter. It wouldn't allow time for her to have a full-time job.

After the all the party guests had gone home and Victoria said goodnight, Jonathan led Gloria into the family room.

"Come here beautiful," he whispered in that deep, sexy voice she recalled from her dream. As she neared he reached for her hand and pulled her gently to the black bear rug and laid her back slowly. He cupped her face in his palms and lowered his lips to hers. "Happy New Year, love," he whispered as he kissed her passionately.

She returned his kiss with as much passion then pulled away, a troubled look in her eyes. 

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I -- Well -- I need to tell you something, Jonathan."

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"The day we met, I -- um -- I had a dream about you," she said quietly, feeling the embarrassment rise in her cheeks.

"Really? What kind of dream?"

"Well, you had come to see me at the shelter after Thanksgiving dinner," she started, "You said since there was no desert, you were offering yourself up," she finished, gazing into the fire instead of at him.

"I did, huh?" he asked with a smile.

Gloria glanced up and saw him smiling. She didn't know how to react so she remained silent.

"I have a confession to make," he said.

"Okay," she replied.

"I had a dream about you too."

"Don't joke around, Jonathan. I'm trying to be serious here -- "

"I am serious. I had a dream about you, about this night, this moment," he said as he slid his body beside then over hers.

Before Gloria could respond, his lips were on hers in another fiery kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him even closer. She closed her eyes and lost herself in his scent and his taste as their tongues continued their erotic dance. 

Jonathan removed Gloria's gown and draped it over the chair in the corner of the room then removed his own clothing. He came back to the bear rug and positioned himself over Gloria again; his hips nestled between her legs. Gloria playfully scolded him for not letting her help remove his clothing but she was quickly silenced by yet another heated kiss.

His lips left hers to find her jaw line then her neck. He worked his way up to her ear, nibbling softly on her lobe before making his way to her luscious breasts. He teased one of the beaded nipples with his tongue, watching it pucker even more before he captured it between his lips and nibbled gently.

She whimpered his name softly as he left a trail of fire across her skin with his lips, finding the other nipple and giving it the same loving treatment as the first.

"You taste sweet as honey, Gloria," Jonathan breathed against her skin, causing cold shivers to run through her. 

He planted feather light kisses down her abdomen to her stomach then began kissing the inside of her thighs. Her legs opened wider to invite him in and he breathed in the scent of her arousal, causing his cock to twitch in anticipation.

Jonathan blew a gentle breath across the hardened nub of her clit and watched as her hips rose to meet his mouth. He lapped his tongue gently at the hard button then his lips closed around it, nibbling and sucking softly. She drew in a harsh breath and exhaled quickly, his name ripped from her lips once more.

He slowly pushed two fingers inside her slick opening as her hips began to move in unison with his tongue. He wiggled his fingers and felt her muscles clench around him, her legs clamping on his head as her orgasm exploded through her.

Her body fell limp as she floated down from the high of her release. Jonathan planted more kisses up her body until he found her waiting lips. Their tongues mingled and danced together and she could taste herself on him, causing her desire for him to flood her body once more. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock gently grazing her slick opening.

Gloria's body still hummed from the powerful orgasm he'd just given her. She reached down between them and guided his throbbing member into her slick channel, stroking him softly before releasing him and allowing him to push his shaft completely inside her.

He held himself still; an act that he was finding quite difficult at the time. The feel of her soft, warm wet pussy wrapped around his cock was nearly his undoing and he tried desperately not to pound himself into her hard and fast.

As he looked into her eyes, he saw all the love and desire reflected back from his own. She raised her hips to meet his forcing him to move with her.

Jonathan pulled his cock out of her wet pussy until only the head was inside her, then plunged slowly back in, hearing her let out a moan at the sensations he was creating.

"Please, Jonathan," she breathed.

"Please what?" he asked, his control slowly slipping away.

She didn't answer him verbally, instead, she wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his back, pulling him deeper into her.

"You feel so good, Gloria," he replied, his breathing staggered.

As he felt her hips move with his, he increased the pace, pushing deeper with each movement, hearing her whimpers of pleasure as they both lingered close to the edge of their release.

He leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on her lips before his body tensed and his climax rocked through him. He spewed his hot seed deep inside her as he felt her climax convulsing around him, milking his cock dry.

His body fell limp and he forced himself to roll to the side, pulling her close and feeling their sweat covered bodies mold together on the soft fur of the bear rug beneath them.

She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of their spendings trickle down her thigh and onto the rug. Gloria draped her arm across his chest while his arm was around her, caressing her back softly. He turned his head and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of her stretched out beside him, their ragged breathing slowly returning to normal.

"That was amazing," she whispered.

"You're amazing," he replied. "I love you Gloria. Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Jonathan. I love you too."

""""""

Epilogue


Spring arrived quickly and with that a wedding and a bright future for Gloria and Jonathan. 

“Jonathan, do you take Gloria to be your wife…?” Pastor George asked.

“I do!” Jonathan replied with tears in his eyes.

“Gloria do you take Jonathan to be your husband?”

“Forever!  Oh, I do!” she replied with a slight nervous giggle.

“By the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may kiss the bride!”

The elegant wedding and reception were both held at the Cleveland Estate.  
The happy couple opted to forgo the honeymoon and use the money to purchase one of the buildings in the inner city and turn it into a resource center for the homeless as well as a shelter.  They called it the Cleveland Center for the Homeless.

Gloria quit her job and convinced Victoria to hire Belle as her replacement.  Gloria and Jonathan worked at the Cleveland Center full time and hired professionals that would help those in need with the services offered.

Victoria passed that summer and left her entire estate to Jonathan.  In her will she stated that since her other children were so well off already that she saw it fitting to give to those who gave most of themselves.  She also stated that Belle be kept on as the housekeeper.  The family agreed.

A month after Victoria’s death Gloria discovered she was expecting.  When it was time, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy.  They named him Albert Rudolph Cleveland after both their fathers. A year later she gave birth to a daughter, naming her Victoria Belle Cleveland after Jonathan's mother and the woman who befriended her on the streets. 

As the children grew she often paused to wonder what her first children would be like if they hadn’t been taken so young.

“Who are they?” her son asked when he saw her wipe a tear from her cheek as she gazed at the old, worn photo she still possessed.  

“Well these are my – um – were my children from my first marriage,” she told Albert.

“Where are they now?”

“Oh sweetheart it’s a long story.” Gloria said, thinking that her son wouldn’t want to hear the entire story, but he didn’t budge. 

She called Jonathan and Victoria into the room and told her children about her other family and what happened to them.  The next time she went to visit their graves she took the children and Jonathan with her. 

From that time on, her new family accompanied her to each visit and the children placed flowers at the headstones of their half-brother and sister.  When Victoria was older she bent down and whispered, “don’t worry about your mom, we are taking good care of her.”

The End