27 comments/ 44792 views/ 18 favorites The Dating Scene By: DG Hear Thank you to my two favorite editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my story a much better read. * Chapter 1 There are many men out there; they are all sizes and shapes, tall, short, heavy, trim. Some have a full head of hair while others are nearly bald. Women have a tendency to look at the young, good-looking ones with a body with six-pack abs and a tight butt. Who can blame them? Most guys look at the good-looking sexy women in short skirts and big boobs. It's just part of life. Unfortunately, I don't fall in any of the sexier categories. I'm a male, on the short side, pudgy in the stomach region and almost completely bald, having hair just on the sides of my head. I'm thirty-five years old, but look forty-five and single. Geez, what a surprise! I'm not dumb or overly shy; just not the best looking guy on the planet. I graduated in the top five percent of my class in college. I hold a masters degree in Accounting and a bachelors degree in Business Management. I work for the IRS (Internal Revenue Service), so I don't have a lot of close friends. Everyone thinks I'm after them; which is not true. I live at home and take care of my mother. My father passed away a few years ago. I know it makes me sound like a mommy's boy but it's not like that. We do have a wonderful mother-son relationship and I do what I want to do. Mom has her own circle of friends, mostly gossiping older women. They are always trying to fix me up with their daughters, nieces or other women they know. Most of my dates only last for one or two dates. I guess the mothers and others realize that the beauty is only skin-deep. Financial responsibility is more important. Of course, you have to get by the looks first. I do understand that. The compatibility with the sexier women and me just isn't there. Many of the women are just trying to find a husband, or at least someone to take care of them, while others want to get laid. I know it's hard to believe but it is true. I may be short and pudgy but my member is not considered short. I guess word got around when I was in high school. The short guy with the long dong. It took a long time for me to overcome the embarrassment. I dated rather sparingly ever since high school. Sometimes it just wasn't worth the hassle. I thought I was in love a few times but it always ended badly. My problem is I used to go after the good-looking girls. I got turned down many times but also had a few dates. It was kind of like a joke I heard long ago. "A man stood on the corner and asked the good looking women that walked by if they would like to sleep with him? It was just the law of averages. He said he got slapped a hell of a lot of times but he also got pussy once in a while too." My dating was kind of like that. Maybe one in ten women I asked out said yes. Maybe one in three of those went out for at least a second date. Those that I became intimate with stayed around for a while. Sherry was my first love. We were in college when we dated. Our dating ended abruptly after about five months. We met when I became a tutor and helped a lot of the students out. Sherry and I became close. My friends couldn't understand how a short guy like me was able to date a gal like Sherry. She really was a looker. Our sex life was great. Oral, missionary, from the rear, it didn't make any difference. The only thing we never did was anal. We tried it once and it hurt her too much. To be honest, it hurt me too; so we decided against it. Other than that, our sex life was great. Looking back on our relationship, I guess sex was all we really had together. We went to a few sporting events and a few movies. The sex was great, but I guess it takes more then fucking to sustain a real relationship. I told her I loved her every time we had sex. It would just come out. I feel that at that very moment when a man comes, he truly is in love, but that's only for a few minutes in most cases. I remember her telling me how much she loved the way I fucked her, but I honestly can't remember her telling me she loved me for me. I guess I just heard what I wanted to hear. One weekend I told her I was going home to see my family. When I called home, my parents said they wouldn't be home on Saturday, but I was welcome to come home anyway. I didn't see the point of being home alone so I went over to see Sherry. She lived with three other girls. They each had their own bedroom but shared the living room, kitchen and bathroom. When I got to the house Sherry's roommates had already gone out. They were all pretty, good-looking gals and heavy daters. I could see Sherry's room from the street and her light was on. I figured she was studying or something. I looked under the flowerpot for the extra key. It was for any of the girls that might have misplaced theirs. I unlocked the front door and replaced the key. I walked to Sherry's room and could hear moaning noises. I quickly opened the door and there laid my Sherry, naked on the bed, lying on her back with her legs nearly straight up. A big guy was pounding the hell out of her pussy. She kept yelling, "Lord, I'm coming! I'm coming!" She probably would have gone if this big galoot weren't holding her down. Sometimes I have to crack an old joke to get by my pain; it softens the blow. Anyway, Sherry looked over at me and I could see a quick tear in her eye. The guy told me to get the hell out and I closed the door and left. I wish I could say I beat the shit out of him but no use lying. He was way bigger than me, and I could tell Sherry was a willing participant I went home and sulked. The next day Sherry called me and said she was sorry. She thought I was out of town. I told her that I couldn't be with a woman who would treat me like that and we never dated again. For spite, I did date two of her roommates a couple of times. It was just for the sex. I guess she had told them I was hung. It still hurt when I saw her dating other men. I really thought we had something going. I started losing my hair during my college years. Once out of college. I started getting pudgier. I guess I liked eating more than exercising. I had another serious relationship with a good-looking woman named Brenda. She was recently divorced and I guess I caught her on the rebound. The relationship lasted over six months before her ex came back into the picture. She had a son who was five years old. I really liked the kid; I often pictured myself as a dad. Brenda told me she really cared for me but that she was thinking of going back with her husband for the sake of their son. No matter what I said, I couldn't convince her otherwise. We parted as friends but I couldn't see her again. Her husband made sure she cut all ties with me. I felt I lost a family. As I mentioned earlier, I dated women I had known or who I was set-up with by friends and neighbors. When women looked at me, they didn't see past the exterior. I was neat and clean but I was far from the tall, dark, and handsome man that most women wanted. Short, bald and pudgy wasn't on most women's want list. Life went on and I did have a good life. I figured I would probably die a bachelor. That is until Mary came into my life. I'm not quite sure how to put it. I've heard of love at first sight but I never thought I'd experience it. To this day, it's still hard for me to believe. It was June and Mary came in for a tax audit. I could tell she was scared to death. She was almost in tears when she came into my office. I have to say that I really felt sorry for her. I get a lot of people who are scared. I've even been offered sex if I would look the other way. I never did it with a client; in fact, I never dated a client I wasn't about to lose my job over a piece of tail. Mary was different. I'll try to explain but it will be hard. Mary was a pretty woman but quite a bit overweight; probably weighed more than me. She had shoulder length dark hair, pudgy face but beautiful eyes. She was short maybe 5' 1' or so, very large breasted and somewhat self-conscious. When she came into my office she was almost in tears. She was very emotional. When I first saw her, I felt my heart jump. Looking at her eyes, it was as though I could see her heart. "Please sit down, Mrs. Barrett," I asked. "I'm Jerome Speck; I've asked you here to audit your income tax from last year." She started to cry. "I didn't do anything wrong. Why am I here? I filed my return and was told I was being audited." I could see her head shake; she was really scared. I got up, went around my desk, and put her little pudgy hand between mine. "Mrs. Barrett, you aren't being accused of wrongdoing. The tax return you filed for last year was different from the returns you filed the last five years. It brought up a yellow flag and we called you in to talk with you about it." I was still holding her hand and sitting on the corner of my desk when she replied. "My husband died in January of last year. It's just my six-year-old daughter, Lynn, and me now. Maybe that's the problem?" She calmed down a little. "It says on your tax form that your daughter's name is Maria." I questioned her. "Her given name is Maria Lynn Barrett. Since my name is Mary we call her by her middle name which is Lynn. It stops a lot of confusion." I went back around and took my seat at my desk across from her. She looked like she was pleading with me for help. Why couldn't I take my eyes off of her? Like me, she didn't look special at all but I was feeling it in my heart. Was it even possible? "Mrs. Barrett, you didn't file a return for your husband. This return lists you as head of household with one dependent. It also shows you receiving Social Security for your daughter." "I don't know anything about taxes. One of our managers at work said that he would fill out my tax form for twenty dollars. It was a lot less than the hundred dollars the agency wanted for filling it out. He said I just needed that short tax form and would get back over a thousand dollars. I thought it was too good to be true, but I did get twelve hundred dollars in April of this year and spent it catching up on my bills. "What am I going to do? I don't have the money to pay back. Will you let me make payments?" asked Mary. "Easy, Mary, we're not all bad guys here. We just want to make sure your taxes are done correctly. You should have filed a joint return with your husband and sent along a death certificate. You see, since he died any time after January 1st any money he made last year should have been on this return." "What can I do? I'm scared! I didn't mean to do anything wrong," replied Mary. "That's why I'm here. I can redo your taxes using the right form and we will amend last year's return. Did you bring the information we asked you to bring along with your husband's death certificate? I am sorry to hear of your loss. What was his cause of death?" I asked trying to put her a little more at ease. "He was a heavy drinker and was drunk and drove into a tree. I knew that someday it would happen. He wouldn't listen to me. He went out drinking almost every night. Oh, I'm sorry; I guess I talk too much. Here are the papers you asked for. Ray, my husband, died on January 22. He only made a little over a thousand dollars last year." I started filling out an amended 1040 tax form. I asked Mary to verify all the questions. When I got down to earned income credit, she had no idea what it meant. She was entitled to forty-two hundred dollars in earned income credit alone not counting other deductions she had. I wrote in the figure and continued with her return. For those who don't know about the credit, the government gives a tax break for low-income families with kids. It is a refund even though the taxpayer never paid it in. I finished the form and found she was entitled to a total refund of six-thousand dollars. I subtracted the twelve hundred that she had already received. I looked up at her and told her the amount; forty eight hundred dollars. "What?" she said. "I don't have forty-eight hundred dollars. What am I going to do? They can't put me in jail; I have Lynn to take care of. Please help me," she said. "Mary, Mary, stop crying. You don't owe the government forty-eight hundred dollars; they owe it to you." "Me, they are giving me forty-eight hundred dollars? Why? I don't understand." I went back around, held Mary's hand, and did my best to explain the earned income credit to her. She was crying and all of a sudden, she gave me a hug. "Thank you so much. What do I owe you?" asked Mary. "You don't owe me anything, Mary. I'm just glad I could be of assistance to you." I found myself still holding both of Mary's hands. I felt something, just touching her. I've never felt it before. It was like the little shock you get when someone slides their feet on a carpet and touches you. Mary looked straight into my eyes and asked, "Since I can't pay you for helping me, can I at least make dinner for you?" She was looking at my fingers and noticed I didn't have a wedding ring on. I have been at the IRS for a goodly number of years and have never dated a person I had audited or was about to audit. For some reason, I couldn't refuse Mary. "Yes, Mary, I think I would like that." She started to give me her address when I held up her amended tax form. She knew I had all the information I would need. I made a date and squeezed her hands. She smiled and left the office. ----------------------------------------- When I got home that evening, my mom asked me why I was so happy. She said for some reason I seemed different. "I met a woman today. After auditing her taxes, she asked me if I would come to her place for dinner Friday. I told her I would." "Jerome, I thought you never dated women that you audited?" asked my mother. "I never have Mom. This will be the first time; that's why it feels so good. The rules are you can't date a person who you are about to audit. Mary's - that's her name, Mom - Mary's audit is finished. She has a young daughter who is six." "I'm worried about you, Jerome. You've been burnt so many times and I hurt for you every time. That Brenda woman was divorced and went back to her husband. I'd hate to see you hurt again." "Mary's husband was killed in an auto accident in January of last year. I don't think she'll be going back to him too soon," I replied. "Just promise me you'll take it slow and not rush into an affair," said mom. "I won't be rushing into anything, Mom. I just feel that we connected in a small way. I have to know for sure, Mom. I promise to take it slow. I went to dinner at Mary's on Friday. She lived in a modest apartment. When I knocked, on the door, she came to the door dressed in a pair of slacks and a nice blouse. Behind her was her daughter staring at me. "Lynn, this is Mr. Speck. Remember I told you I invited company over to have dinner with me and you tonight?" Mary looked toward me "She's shy around strangers. Other than her uncles, she doesn't go to any men." I stooped down and said hi to Lynn. She gave me a quick smile before running into the other room. I felt a bit uncomfortable since I really didn't know much about Mary. She asked me to sit down and asked me if I would like something to drink. I told her a beverage would be fine. She went into the kitchen and brought us both back a soda. We sat on the couch and talked about things in general and watched Lynn draw pictures. She would constantly look up at me and smile. I made sure I smiled back and complimented her on her drawings. Lynn kept calling me Mr. Speck; I told her to just call me Jerry, because it would be much easier and a lot less formal. Eventually, we all went into the kitchen and had a nice meal. Mary was very cordial the whole time but I had to wonder if she felt the same stirring in her heart that I had felt. After dinner, I got ready to go home. I told her I had a lovely time and thanked her for inviting me. She said we needed to do it again sometime. Of course I agreed, but wasn't sure if she meant it or was just being courteous. Lynn held out her little hand to shake mine and thanked me for coming over. She handed me one of her drawings and told me she drew it for me. On the top, she printed "For Jerry." I squeezed her little hand and thanked her, then went on my way. I felt good, but of course unsure. For the next week, I wondered if I should call Mary or just let it go and see if she would call me. Then, one day the phone rang. It was Mary. "Hi, Jerry. I haven't heard from you and wondered if everything was all right. Maybe, I'm out of place calling you..." "No, you're not. I've been thinking about you all week. I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie this Saturday. If you like, Lynn can come too. You can pick the movie," I replied. "We'd love to go. There's a movie I promised Lynn I would take her to see. She talks about you all the time and asked me when you were coming back over for dinner." We did go to the movies and out to eat. We started going out fairly regular. After about our third date I asked Mary about her past and she told me about her life after Lynn was born. She told me Ray started having affairs and cheating on her. She did her best to try to keep the family together because of Lynn. Ray drank way too much and would flaunt his affairs to Mary. One time when she told him she was going to leave him, he slapped her around. She had bruises on her arms and legs. She was thinking about leaving him but thought she would give him one last chance after he apologized. It wasn't long after that he was killed in an accident. I told Mary about my past but not of all the affairs I had. Just the two that I thought were special relationships. One cheating on me and the other going back to her husband. We decided to be good friends for now. I had strong feelings for her but I wasn't about to push it. One day I received a surprise phone call. It was from Lynn. "Jerry, is that you?" she asked. "Hi, Lynn. Yes, it's me. How have you been? Are you still drawing pictures? I have the one you gave me here at the office." I really did have it in the top drawer of my desk. "What can I do for you, Sweetheart?" "I'm having a birthday party Saturday. Can you come? Mommy said I could ask you. I'm going to be seven years old." "Yes, Sweetie, I'll be there. Is your mom there? I need to ask her about what time to be there and a few other questions." "Okay, I'll give mommy the phone. I'll see you Saturday. Bye!" I heard her yell in the background, "He can come Mommy." Mary got on the phone and we talked about the party. She said it would mostly be her family there. She had two brothers and a sister and their kids. Also, her mom and dad would be there. She told me that Lynn asked if she could invite me. For some reason, Lynn really liked me. When I asked about what gift I should buy, she told me anything would be fine. As long as it was wrapped, Lynn loved to open presents. I felt good after hanging up. I still wondered a little about her telling me it was Lynn's idea to invite me. I did realize that I was going to meet Mary's family. That must mean something. I stopped at the store after work and bought Lynn some coloring books and crayons. They also had a drawing kit, which I picked up for her. It had lots of paper, pens and lots of markers. I knew she would love it. ------------------ When I arrived for the birthday party, I noticed there were quite a few vehicles there. Mary greeted me at the door and gave me a light hug and thanked me for coming. She told me that most of the people there were family. She took me by the hand and introduced me to a lot of the people. She would say, "This is a good friend of mine; his name is Jerry." The Dating Scene Some of the guests asked about our relationship and she would tell them we were just friends. I was hoping for just a little more. I was sure she had feelings for me but I didn't want to push it. We have been out on three dates albeit Lynn has been with us. Things were going too good to mess it up now. Lynn came up to me and I wished her a Happy Birthday and gave her the present. Whenever I talked to her, I always stooped down, whenever possible, and talked to her at an equal level. This time she put her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug and said thank you. It was a total surprise seeing she shied away from men in general. I had met all of Mary's siblings and her parents. They were nice enough but seemed a little skeptical. I wasn't sure if they trusted me. I could feel the skepticism when talking with them. About half way through the party, Paul, her oldest brother asked if he could speak with me on the porch. Of course, I said yes, and we sat on a couple of chairs away from everyone. "Jerry," he said. "I just wanted to talk with you about Mary. She's our youngest sister and lost her husband last year. She's been through hell and we were wondering about how you met her." "Are you interrogating me about my relationship with Mary?" I asked. "No ... well, maybe a little. We were just wondering about how you two met. We're just looking after Mary and Maria Lynn." "If you need to know we just became friends. We met in my office. I work for the IRS and I did a tax audit and helped her get her taxes straightened out. She in turn invited me over for dinner and we became friends. We've been to the movies and the park a couple of times. I can assure you that I would never harm Mary or Lynn in any way." "I'm sorry, Jerry. Maybe I came on too abrupt to you. We knew the two of you have been out a couple of times. Mary's told us a little about you and mentioned that you know about her past. There might be a few things you don't know. Let me explain and tell you a little about Mary's past. When she was growing up she was always on the chunky side." "I'm not worried about her size," I exclaimed. "Please hear me out," said Paul. "Mary never dated much. She had a lot of friends, mostly girls. She was always self-conscious about her weight. Anyway, when she was in her twenties she met Ray Barrett, her late husband. He was a truck driver. We never cared for him much; he was always arrogant and bossing Mary around. One day she came home and told mom she was pregnant, Ray being the father of the child. "He told her that he would do right by her and marry her. Believe me, we all wish he never did. He was a horrible husband. While she was pregnant he called her a dozen names like cow, bitch, hog. I think you get the idea. "After Maria Lynn was born Mary's weight didn't change much. Ray started having affairs and cheating on her. Mary mentioned to us that she told you about her past. What she didn't know was that Jim, our brother, and I went and found and confronted Ray in the bar. We had a very strong talk with him and told him if he ever hit Mary again he would regret it. "He never hit her again that we know of but the marriage went even further downhill. Of course, he eventually got drunk and ran his pickup over an embankment, hitting a tree. They say he was killed instantly. We almost wish he would have suffered more." "My God, she sure went through a lot, but what has it got to do with me?" I asked. "After Ray's death, Mary never dated. She was asked out a few times but always turned the men down. In fact, one of the guys to ask her out was the one who did her taxes for her. When she refused to go out with him, he told her she owed twenty dollars to him for doing her taxes. "You are the first man that she has ever invited over to meet the family; so of course you can understand why we were all skeptical. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. It's just that we are trying to protect Mary and Maria Lynn. We believe that is why Maria Lynn is somewhat afraid of men. We think she saw Ray beat up her mother and it's in her subconscious mind somehow. She must feel safe around you the way she hugs you. The only reason I'm telling you this is Mary hasn't been this happy in years and we just want to make sure she isn't hurt again." "Paul, I assure you that I would never hurt either one of them. You have my word on that. By the way, get me the name of that guy who did her taxes and I'll make sure he gets audited. If he accepted money from Mary, it's taxable income. We would want him to pay his fair share now wouldn't we?" I smiled. Paul smiled back at me and as we had finished talking, here came Mary and Lynn out on the porch.. "We were looking for you two. It's time to blow out the candles on the cake. Maria Lynn has already opened her presents and was looking for Jerry. What were you two talking about anyway?" asked Mary. "We were talking about you," said Paul smiling. "Well, it better have been good," laughed Mary. I just smiled and asked Lynn what she wanted to see me about. As usual, I stooped down to talk to her. "First I want to thank you for the coloring book and crayons and drawing stuff. After my party I'm going to draw you a picture," said Lynn. "Thank you, Sweetheart. I'll keep it at work in my desk where I can look at it all the time. What else did you want to ask me?" "Will you go with me and mommy to the amusement park on Saturday next week? I got three tickets from Uncle Jim for my birthday. He said I could take a friend and I want you to go." "Lynn, if I wasn't able to go, who would you ask to go?" "Probably Billy. He's my cousin and was hoping I would ask him when I opened the present. He's eight years old." "I'll tell you what, Lynn. I'll go but I will buy my own ticket. That way you can ask Billy and he can ride the rides with you and I will keep your mommy company. How does that sound?" I smiled. "Great!" She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and ran in to tell Billy he could go. As I stood up both Mary and Paul were smiling at me. I guess I handled the situation right. After the amusement park date, we began to go places every other Saturday. Mary got every other Saturday off and it was a special day for the three of us. We went to the zoo, aquarium, movies and many other places. We were like a family on that day but Mary and I were never intimate. I lived about a half hour away from Mary. I talked to her on the phone a couple of times a week but we usually only got together on our special Saturdays or on a few special occasions. One week I had to audit a business near Mary's home. I decided to stop by and say hi since I was in the neighborhood. It was just beginning to get dark out when I knocked on the door. Mary answered it. "Jerry, what are you doing here? It's a pleasant surprise. Come in." "I had an audit around the corner and thought I would just stop by and say hello. Where's my little friend? "She's at mom's. I have to pick her up in a couple of hours. I was just sitting here watching some programs I had taped and now catching up on. Come watch it with me. I'm watching 'Boston Legal' right now." It was funny how Mary and I liked the same things, even TV programs. This was an episode where they wanted to become friends with benefits. I laughed when they talked about it. The show 'Friends' also had a friends with benefits episode. For those who don't know what friends with benefits is, I'll try to explain. Two friends who are not romantically involved with each other agree to help each other sexually when either is in need. I laughed and told Mary that I wish I had a friend with benefits. I could surely use one. She looked over at me and said, "I could too. I'll be your friend with benefits." "Are you serious?" I asked. "Very!" she replied. "Only I have three stipulations." "What are they?" "One: you can't tell anyone. I would be embarrassed if anyone were to find out." "I can do that, or not do that. You know, not tell anyone," I laughed. "Two: I don't take birth control, so you must wear a condom." "No problem." "Three: you can't see me naked. There's no way I want you to see this fat body. I'll wear a skirt and no panties or if we're naked I want the room totally dark." "Come on, Mary. You can't be serious. Look at me, I'm heavy too." "I'm dead serious. You have to agree with all three or find another friend with benefits," she replied. This was a giant step for both of us. There was no way that I would disagree. "I agree with all three clauses," I smiled. "When can we start?" I asked. "Right now. I have to pick up Lynn in an hour. I figure that will be enough time for a trial run," she smiled. She went into the bedroom and told me she would call for me when she was ready. When she called, I headed for the bedroom. It was dark with the only light coming in from the hallway. "Turn off the hallway light and come in," she said. I walked in and could see her silhouette under the covers. I stripped and got into bed beside her. I put on a condom that I always carried in my wallet, hoping to someday use it. This was the day I'd been waiting for. I began by kissing her. I could feel how nervous she was. "Jerry, this is the first time for me since Ray's death. I'm really nervous so please be patient and gentle." I kissed her some more and put my hand on her breasts. I did my best; kissing them in the dark was a little odd but they felt so soft. I put my hand on her mound and slid it further to her pussy and slid in a couple of fingers. Feeling how wet she was I then got up and guided my cock into her waiting very wet pussy and slowly pushed it in. "My God, Jerry, you feel so big. You better go slow with that thing." "So I'm told," I replied to her. "I'll go slow but I'll tell you right now I won't last long. She was making all kind of moaning noises and I heard her scream out. I pushed my cock in as deep as possible and felt myself come. It felt great! When her spasms subsided, I got up and went into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I returned Mary was out of the bed and had her robe on. "My God, Jerry, you really are hung," she said looking down at my cock. I'm going to enjoy being your friend with benefits," she smiled. "You better get dressed and leave. I have to take a shower and pick up Lynn. Right now I smell like sex." She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It sure didn't feel like a non-romantic kiss. My cock started to get hard again. I quickly got dressed before it was too late. Mary laughed and told me she would see me on Saturday. Chapter 2 Our life continued like this for months. We took Lynn to many different places every other Saturday. She told us it was her favorite time when the three of us were together. I loved the little girl. I was also in love with her mom. We used our friends with benefits option at least once a month. Both of us were becoming more serious about each other but we rarely talked about it. I guess neither one of us wanted to jinx our relationship. It was going so well. My mom asked me to invite Mary and Lynn over for Thanksgiving dinner. She had met them both and really liked them. She told my older sister Cheryl that she believed I was in love with Mary but just wasn't telling anyone. Of course my sister asked me and I told her I was in love but was waiting for the right time. After all, Mary and I only knew each other for a few months. Mary agreed to come to mom's for Thanksgiving dinner if I would spend Christmas with her and Lynn. It didn't take a brain surgeon to make that decision. I told her I would be there first thing Christmas morning to watch Maria Lynn open her gifts. She told me Lynn jumped for joy when she found out I would be there. Lynn and I had an invisible bond. I loved her and she trusted me. One day shortly after Thanksgiving, my mom asked me how I knew that Mary was the right one, the so-called girl of my dreams. She knew I dated and was rejected many times throughout my life. I explained to her that the day Mary came into the office I felt different in my heart. At the time, I couldn't explain it. When I held Mary's hand, I felt it in her pulse also. "Mom," I said, "let me try to explain it a different way. I received an e-mail one day about a little girl looking for a puppy. It was called puppy size. Danielle was a five year old girl who asked for a puppy for her birthday. Her parents talked about it and decided they would take her to the animal shelter and let her pick out her own. "Dani, is what we call her," her mom told the volunteer at the animal shelter. "She keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter three times and she can't find the puppy she wants," the mother told the volunteer. "What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked. "Puppy size is what she says is important to her," replied the mother. "Well, we have puppies of all sizes, if that's what she's looking for," replied the volunteer. "I know, we have seen most of them," the mom said in frustration. Just then Dani came walking into the office. "Well Honey, did you find the one you want?" asked her mom. "No, not this time," Dani said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?" The two women looked at each other and shook their heads. "You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply," the volunteer said. Dani took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend, mommy, I just know it." she said. Over the next few days Dani's mom and dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend; we're not looking any more," her dad finally said in frustration. "We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom added. Dani and her mom were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Dani knew her way around the shelter; she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs. Tired of the routine, her mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals and visitors. She was able to keep an eye on her daughter. Dani's mother watched her daughter walk slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look at each puppy. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one. One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the one," as she set them back down. It was the last cage on this day in search of the perfect puppy. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer. "Mom, I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know he is!" she screamed with joy. " The puppy size!" "But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks," her mom said. "No, not size... the sighs, Mommy. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she said. "Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sighs!" The two women looked at each other for a moment. Dani's mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both. "Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said. Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!" "You see Mom, that's the way it was when I first met Mary. It was the sighs in my heart that I felt. I didn't know what it was at the time till I read the e-mail. When I held her hands, I felt her heart beating too. Maybe I'm just a romantic at heart, but that's how I felt, mom. The sighs of our hearts came together. "I decided to trust my heart and see where it took me. Mom, I want to ask Mary to marry me. I thought I would buy her a ring and give it to her on Christmas day. I figure we can get married on Valentines Day." I went ahead and explained my plans to my mom. She asked me where we would live and I told her that the Henrys that lived two doors down from us were going to put their house on the market the first of the year. Mr. Henry got a new job so they wanted to move closer to his work. I figured it was in my price range and if Mary agreed, we could make it our home. I would be near my mom if she needed my help and she would be able to see Lynn and Mary more often, which she loved the idea. ----------------------------- On Christmas morning, I headed over to see Mary and Lynn. They were already waiting for me. Lynn looked so excited. Mary got me a cup of coffee and I sat down and watch Lynn and Mary open their gifts. It was a true joy to watch them laugh and smile as they unwrapped each present. When we were near the end of opening presents Mary handed me a small package. She had bought me a new watch and also a new leather wallet. She told me I could now get rid of the old ragged one I carried. Lynn handed me a present. It was a folder of pictures she drew for me. Some were flowers and pictures of places we had gone but one really caught my eye. It was a picture of a family with a dog. She told me it was her, her mom and me in the picture. She drew in a picture of a dog. She told me that her mother said she could have one someday. I then handed a present to Lynn. She opened it and it was a picture of a puppy. I had typed on the page. "This entitles Maria Lynn Barrett to one puppy of her choice from the animal shelter." Lynn smiled as she kissed me on the cheek. "Mommy, Jerry bought me a puppy. When can we go get him?" I answered for Mary. "Sweetheart, I figure we can go tomorrow or the next day. Take as long as you want and make sure you get just the puppy you want." I was remembering the puppy size e-mail. "Mom, can I call Grandma and tell her about my puppy?" "Yes, Honey, but be sure to thank them for the nice things they got you first." Mary looked over at me. "What's wrong, Mary?" I asked. "Don't you think you should have asked me before getting her a puppy?" she said in a low voice so Lynn couldn't hear. "I did ask you, Mary. I said, 'What can I get Lynn for Christmas' and you said to ask her. I did and she said she would like either a baby brother or a puppy. The puppy was much easier to get," I smiled. Mary couldn't help but laugh. I handed her a present. It was an envelope filled with her surprise. "What is this, Jerry? Two tickets to Las Vegas on Valentines Day. A room rented for a week. Jerry, I can't go with you for a week in Las Vegas. What would people think of us?" "They would think that a husband has taken his wife on a honeymoon." Mary's mouth flew open but nothing came out, as I took out a ring and said, "Mary, I've loved you from the first day I met you. I know because my heart has told me so. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" Instead of answering right away she asked Lynn if she was talking to her grandma. "Yes, Mommy, I am." "Tell her that I'm getting married." "Grandma! Mommy and Jerry are going to get married," she yelled into the phone. I slid the ring onto Mary's finger and we sealed it with a kiss. Lynn handed her mom the phone and came over and hugged me. "I knew you loved mommy; I just knew it. That makes you my dad then, doesn't it?" "Yes, it does. It also makes you my precious little girl. Now we can do things and go places all the time." "This is the best Christmas ever," cried Lynn. ---------------------- The Dating Scene Over the next month or so, we were making our plans. Both of our families were elated with our forthcoming marriage. We explained to them that we would be getting married in Las Vegas on Valentines Day and spending our honeymoon there. Mary's mom agreed to watch Lynn that week. We had purchased the Henrys' house and they promised to be out by the time we returned from our honeymoon. We did make sure that Lynn got her puppy before we left. She found it the first day we visited the animal shelter. Paul drove us to the airport and told me he knew that Mary was now in great hands. After wishing us good luck, we boarded the plane for Las Vegas. We had a great day. We decided to get married first thing. I have to say I had tears in my eyes when I heard the words, "Now I pronounce you husband and wife." I honestly felt it would never happen to me. Not only did I get a great wife but I got a daughter as well. Like that guy in the movie Titanic, I felt like the King of the World. That evening after we got married, we went up to our wedding suite. It had a big heart-shaped bed and a Hot tub. We had complimentary snacks and fruit. Neither of us were heavy drinkers but we did have a bottle of champagne on ice to celebrate our nuptials. I didn't try picking Mary up and carry her into the room; I wasn't stupid. I did give her a kiss and started to undress her by unbuttoning her blouse. I had never seen Mary naked with the lights on. I know it was bothering her. "Honey, you're my wife now. I want to make love to your body. We'll take it slow and we will leave the lights dim, but I want to see you. You're my wife and I love you. I'll go into the bathroom and take off my clothes. You can take yours off here and get under the covers." I left my boxers on when I came out of the bathroom. Mary was under the covers. She asked me to dim the lights a little more which I did. There was a nice soft glow in the room. I got into the bed and slid under the covers with Mary. I started kissing her lips, her face and slowly worked my way down to her neck. I put my hand on her breasts and gently rubbed them. When I felt Mary was getting turned on, I pulled the cover down, uncovering her large breasts. I immediately moved my head down and began sucking on her nipples. I was half sitting and holding one globe at a time while sucking the nipple. To me her big breasts were beautiful and I told her so. I went back and forth working on each breast. "Your breasts are beautiful, Mary. I love sucking on them." "I love it too, Jerry; it feels so good," she replied. While sucking on her nipples, I lowered my hand to her tummy and began to rub it in a circular motion. Mary put her hand on mine but didn't stop me. I lowered the cover some more and buried my face into her tummy region. Mary gasped but put her hand on the back of my head while I kept kissing her tummy. I slid my hand down even further over her hairy mound. I was running my fingers back and forth through her mound. I felt her spread her legs even more and took advantage of it by sliding my hand over her mound and onto her clit. I started rubbing it and Mary began to moan. "Jerry, Honey, it feels so good. God, I love you," she said. I took the opportunity to uncover her pussy and move two fingers into her, pumping them somewhat slowly. Mary was moaning and pumping against my fingers. I slipped a third finger into her waiting pussy and started to pump in and out of her more vigorously. With my other hand I began rubbing her clit at a fast pace. She didn't care that she was naked now. She was in a total orgasmic state as I pumped now four fingers into her at a feverish pitch while rubbing her clit with my other hand. She was soaking wet while screaming out. My hands were filled with her female juices. I couldn't stop; I wanted Mary to know I was doing this for her. I wanted her to reach levels she had never known. "God, oh God! I love it! Jerry, I keep coming! What are you doing to me? I love it so much. Ahhh, Ahhh, I'm coming again. Oh God! Oh God! So Good! So fucking good!" cried Mary. She was bucking up and down so hard and I was fucking her with my fingers as fast as I could. Her juices were all over her legs and mound. My fingers were soaked. I began to slow down as she was coming down from her last orgasm. I have no idea how many she had. I pulled my fingers out of her and quickly removed my briefs. I got between her legs and pushed my hard-on deep in her in a single motion. It felt so different without a condom. She was so wet that my cock went in with ease. I began to pump my cock in her and she reached another orgasm. "Your cock fills me up. I'm surprised I am able to take it all," said Mary. It was the first time that Mary felt my cock without a condom. Mary was just enjoying our lovemaking now. I think she was just waiting for me to come. "Mary, can I make love to your tits?" I asked. "You want to fuck my big tits don't you?" she smiled. "You want to put your big cock between them, don't you?" "Yes, may I? It's up to you," I said. "Honey, after what you've done for me, I don't mind at all," said Mary. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and put it between her breasts. I squeezed her breasts together with my cock pistoning back and forth feeling the friction. I knew I was reaching a climax and wasn't sure where I should release my load. "Mary, I'm about to come. Where do you want it?" "Jerry, we both know you want to shoot it across my tits. It's okay, you're my husband and I'll do anything for you." When she said that, I let go of the biggest load of my life. The first shot streamed across her breasts and onto her face. Shot after shot went everywhere. Her breasts and neck were covered with my cum. Her face was pretty much covered also. It even got into her hair. After my orgasm subsided, I looked at her and said, "I'm so sorry, Honey. I had no idea that I..." "It's okay. I'm happy I could make you come so much. I love you, you're my husband now." Then, she just started laughing and it made me start laughing too. "I bet I look like a total cum slut don't I?" she kept laughing. "Come-on, tell me the truth." "Well, I guess so, but I love you." We both started laughing again. I climbed off of her and got a damp washcloth and wiped my cum off of her face and mainly out of her eyes. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her. "Well Honey," she said. "Let me get this cum soaked body into the shower and I'll meet you in the hot tub." I was sitting in the hot tub holding two glasses of Champagne when she came over and got in with me. After toasting each other, I began to rub her breasts again in the hot tub and she took hold of my cock. Damn, she knew just how to stroke me. Our week was a continuation of the first night. We made love with abandonment. It was funny but other than going out to eat, we were naked for most of our stay. Mary got over her shyness of me seeing her naked. She knew I loved her and I knew she loved me. It was all that counted. Epilogue: It's been a year since our honeymoon. I doubt there is a happier couple on the planet. It was almost nine months to the day when Maria Lynn got her other wish. Her little bother Jerome the second was born. After his birth, Mary and I decided maybe we should go on a diet together. Not a diet as much as watch what we're eating, eat smaller portions and do a little exercise. We did it for health reasons as much as anything. We both wanted to be around to see our kids grow up. If you're ever in our neighborhood and you see a slightly overweight couple walking and pushing a stroller with a beautiful baby boy in it, it's probably us. If there is a sweet little girl riding her bike along side of us, holding onto a leash with a little brown dog, then it is surely us. In closing I would like to say that I knew I wasn't God's gift to women. Mary knew she wasn't God's gift to men. We both knew we were God's gift to each other. Have a Happy Valentines Day! * Thank you for reading my story Comments are always welcome DG Hear (Note: The puppy size story was an actual e-mail I had received. I only used a small part of it in my story. I did make a lot of changes in it to fit my story. I have no idea who the original writer of it was.)