I suppose it really started two years ago when I was working for a small community newspaper in Colorado. It was the holiday season and, as in a lot of places, when the holiday season arrived the offices take on a gay, festive air. Banners and posters appear, Christmas cards get pinned up on cork memo boards and desks suddenly sprout scented candles and candy dishes. It was a candy dish that did it; a candy dish and Dove dark chocolate individually wrapped squares.
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I love the ladies. Can’t help it. I’ve been attracted to the fairer sex for as long as I can remember and I have a pretty damned good memory. I remember playing ‘doctor’ with Nancy Neubert at an age I won’t mention and that was just the start of my life long quest to look at the female form in its naked state. If I couldn’t get their clothes off of them it didn’t matter because I got as much pleasure out of looking at them fully clothed. A woman in a skirt or dress wearing high heels got to me just as much as a naked lady wearing only a smile. It was a jones of the highest order.
There is a term or someone like me. Some use it as a derogatory term, but I have always considered it a badge of honor. That term is “Dirty Old Man” and I have been a Dirty Old Man since I was eleven years old. As with most Dirty Old Men my love for the ladies manifested itself in the way I looked at them; openly and completely above board. No sneaky peeks or surreptitious glances for me, I looked and I appreciated and I didn’t hide it one little bit.
The other thing I had in common with most Dirty Old Men was that I was a terrible flirt. I complimented the ladies on their looks; I made ‘soft’ passes at them and jokingly asked them to abandon their husbands, fiancés and boyfriends and take up with me. I remembered their birthdays and on Valentine’s Day and Sweetest Day I gave them cards, flowers and candy - all of them! There were six women working in the office and I flirted with all of them equally. But, as Orwell stated in Animal Farm, “Even though all pigs are equal some pigs are more equal than others” and that held true for the ladies in our office. Even though I treated all of them equally Jennifer always got a little bit extra. If all the girls got flowers, Jen’s bouquet was always just a little bit bigger. If everyone got candy, Jen’s box was just a tad more expensive. Jennifer always got ‘just a touch’ more.
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Jennifer was about five foot five, maybe 125 pounds and she had blonde hair that fell in waves to her shoulders. She had that healthy California girl look about her, like she spent all of her free time on the beach working on a tan. I didn’t know whether the tan came from a tanning bed or from her lying out in her backyard, but it didn’t matter where it came from on her it looked great. Jennifer had a beautiful smile and her eyes sparkled when she looked at you and gave you the full ‘wattage’ but her best features were all south of the border, so to speak. She had a fantastic ass and a spectacular walk that made it look like two melons rolling around in a gunny sack and I do not believe that there is a man alive who wouldn’t stop whatever he was doing to look when she walked by. The sight was marvelous when she wore skirts and dresses and absolute stupendous when she wore slacks.
But to me anyway, her absolutely best features were her long legs and sexy feet and don’t think for one minute that she didn’t know it. A lot of ladies would go to nail salons or beauty parlors once a week to get their fingernails done and Jennifer did that too, but Jen also got her toenails done. Blood red polish with little designs that changed from week to week and she also wore toe rings. She always wore strappy high heeled sandals that displayed her toes. Even in the winter. If she had to wear boots to work because of snow she always changed into high heeled sandals once she got to work.
Upstairs Jennifer was a little shortchanged as she wasn’t much better than flat-chested, but who cared about the upstairs when the downstairs was so outstanding. It did not hurt one bit that I was a dyed in the wool ass and leg man with a foot fetish and that high heels had always been a major turn on for me. Her husband was one lucky guy. The bottom line of course was that while the other women were equal, Jennifer was just a little more equal when it came to my attention.
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It was two weeks before Christmas and I was on my way from the pressroom to the circulation manager’s office and as I passed Jennifer’s desk I noticed that the candy dish setting next to her computer monitor was full of Dove dark chocolate squares. I filed the information that she liked Dove dark chocolate away for future reference and went on to my meeting with the circulation manager.
Over the next several days I noticed the level in Jennifer’s candy dish going down and it gave me an idea. One night when I was doing my grocery shopping at Safeway I bought six bags of the Dove dark chocolate squares. I start at six in the morning but the office people don’t get in until seven-thirty or quarter to eight so the office was empty when I got there the next morning and filled Jennifer’s candy dish. Over the next three weeks I kept Jennifer’s candy dish topped off, but I never let her or anyone else in the office know that it was me doing it.
The day after New Years Day when I got to work the candy dish was gone. Okay, no candy dish so we just shifted gears. Every morning when I got to work I would put two of the chocolate squares in the center of her desk pad. For the next two weeks I left two squares a day on Jennifer’s desk and as far as I knew no one knew it was me. And then one day as I was passing Jen’s desk she stopped me and asked me why I was leaving candy on her desk every day. I asked her what made her think it was me and she told me that one of the ladies on the night cleaning crew had seen me putting the candy on her desk. Busted, I told her I was leaving them because I was having fun being the mystery “Candy Fairy.” She thanked me for the thought, admitted that she was a chocoholic and just loved dark chocolate. She also admitted that she had spent a lot of time trying to figure out who the candy man was.
Since I had been ‘discovered’ I stopped putting candy on her desk when I got to work. What I did instead was that every time I went up to the front office I would put a piece of candy on her desk as I went by. Three weeks went by and then one morning as I was leaving a piece of candy she said that she really needed to give up chocolate and switch to something like carrot sticks or celery. I asked why and she told me that she and her husband were going on a cruise and she needed to lose five pounds so she would look good in her bikini. The next day when I passed by her desk I left a sandwich bag with four carrot sticks in it. The next day it was a couple of pieces of celery and the day after that a handful of grapes. I did that for the next week until she left for her cruise and the day she got back I started leaving the dark chocolate again.
Three days later the production manager came and got me and said that I was wanted in the front office. I followed him and he led me into the Human Resource manager’s office and closed the door. As soon as I saw that it was the HR manager’s office we were going into I knew that it wasn’t going to be a pleasant visit. I didn’t like Jill and she knew it. On her part she thought I was disrespectful to management and I needed to be put in “my place.” Shortly after she had been hired to replace the HR manager who had resigned she came out into the shop and handed me a list of things she wanted done and then told me that she “Expected to have them done by the following Friday.” Her tone of voice and her “I am a manager and you are a peon” attitude pissed me off so I looked at the list, laughed and handed it back to her and told her if she expected it to be done by Friday she had better get busy.
“And just what is that supposed to me?”
“I don’t work for you and nothing on that list is covered in my job description. You want it done, do it yourself.”
“You are being insubordinate.”
“No I’m not. You are not in my chain of command. I work for the production manager and he falls under the circulation manager. You aren’t anywhere in the chain.”
“Well we will just see about that” and she stomped away.
I found out later that she went to the circulation manager and complained and said she was going to put a letter of reprimand in my file. The circulation manager told her she was out of line and to stay the hell out of his shop without checking with him first. Things had been ‘cool’ between us ever since.
Jill had me sit down and then she told me that a harassment complaint had been filed against me by Jennifer. Jennifer had accused me of giving her unwanted attention and that I had refused to stop when she had asked me to. I hotly denied the charge. I admitted to the attention part, but stated that she had never asked me to stop and had never given me any indication that the attention bothered her and that if she wanted me to stop all she ever had to do was ask.
I was told that the complaint was going to go in my file and that I was to stay away from Jennifer. I was told that even if we passed each other in the parking lot I should look the other way and not even say “hello” or “Good morning” or anything at all. Then Jill handed me the complaint and told me to sign it and I told her no. She said, “Sign it or I will have to terminate you.” I was just getting ready to tell her to stick it up her fat ass when the production manager stepped in and told me to go back to work. As I closed the office door behind me I heard the production manager tearing into her. Bottom line was that I still had a job at the end of the day.
When I left the HR office I passed by Jennifer’s desk on my way back to the pressroom and she looked up at me and I gave her a look that should have set her hair on fire. She frowned and by then I was by her and gone. If the old adage, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” had an opposite it would be, “Bobby will carry a grudge to the grave.” I didn’t know how or when, but the bitch would pay and pay dearly for fucking over me.
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There was no way Jennifer could avoid seeing me every day as I had to walk right by her desk on my way to the circulation manager’s office; a trip I made on the average of four times a day. I made it a point to look her right in the face both coming and going and I smiled inwardly as she always averted her eyes. I didn’t say a word, but then I didn’t really have to; the look on my face said it all.
Valentine’s Day came and every woman in the office got a card and a heart shaped box of candy from me - everyone except Jennifer. I knew the birthdays of all the women and on their birthdays they all got cards and flowers from me - all of them except Jennifer. The other girls in the office noticed and I’m sure they wondered what was going on.
It was about four months following my visit to the HR office that I had my first opportunity to get back at Jennifer. My hours are a little weird. Since eighty percent of my job is maintaining the equipment and keeping it running I have to be there when the presses run to fix anything that breaks down. The other side of the coin is that I can’t do maintenance and repairs when the machines are running. The company is death on paying overtime so I have had to set up a schedule that would allow me to do my job and still hold my hours down to forty. Basically, I put in from fourteen to sixteen hours on Tuesday - from 3 AM until the presses stop around 5 PM. Wednesday is usually a fourteen hour day from 7 AM until 9 PM. Thursday is my slow day and I work about seven hours from 7 AM until three in the afternoon. Friday I come in at 4 AM and clean, oil and grease until my forty hours are in and then I’m off until the following Tuesday.
Because of my work schedule I have a key card that gets me into the building at all hours. The only other people with this ability are managers and above. The rest of the employees can only get in the building when the electronic timer deactivates the door locks and that happens at seven-thirty in the morning. At seven in the evening the computer electronically activates the door locks and you can’t get in the building unless you have a key card.
It was a Wednesday, one of my long days, and we finished running the presses around seven-thirty. It usually takes me a half hour to finish the paperwork and power things down. Since I am usually the last one out of the building it is up to me to make sure that everything is turned off and locked up tight before I leave. I was making the rounds to make sure everything was the way it should be when I saw Jennifer walking out to her car. She must have worked late. As I watched through the window she got in her car and turned the key in the ignition. Jennifer’s car was a late model GM product and it had a sensor in the dash that sensed light levels and automatically turns on the headlights when it gets dark outside. This feature is ‘live’ as soon as you turn the key on. I saw Jennifer’s lights come on and then start to go dim and that told me the she probably had a dead battery. I smiled at her misfortune and finished going through the building, cleaned up and then punched out at the time clock and headed for my pick up truck.
Jennifer saw me and she got out of her car and walked toward me and said:
“I need you to let me back in the building. My car is dead and I need to use a phone to call my husband to come and get me.”
I ignored her and opened the door to my truck and started to get in it.
“Didn’t you hear me? I need to get back into the building so I can use a phone.”
I turned to her and said, “I’ll probably get in trouble for this, but what the hell, you are a lady in distress so I guess maybe I can get away with it.”
“Get away with what?”
“I was told that I wasn’t to talk to you or have anything to do with you. In fact, I believe the exact words were, “Even if you pass each other in the parking lot you should look the other way and not even say “hello” or “Good morning” or anything at all.” But since you are in trouble I’ll speak to you long enough to tell you that there is a payphone at the Texaco station. It is only a ten minute walk from here.”
And then I pulled my door closed and drove away leaving her standing there.
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Three weeks after the parking lot incident Jennifer left the company. But that didn’t mean we wouldn’t see each other any more. The town wasn’t that big that we wouldn’t run into each other occasionally. We had a Safeway, a King Soopers, a Target and a Wal-Mart Super Center. There were ten gas stations and maybe a dozen restaurants so the odds were that I would see Jennifer from time to time and I did. And every time I saw her I stared at her with a “You fucking bitch!” look on my face and she would always look away.
It was the week before Thanksgiving and a Wednesday and I had just gotten off work and I had stopped at Wal-Mart to do some shopping and I saw Jennifer pushing a cart through the store. She was pregnant - looked to be about seven or eight months worth - and she saw me. I gave her “The Look” and she turned her cart and headed for the checkout stands.
I finished my shopping, checked out and headed for my truck. I was loading my stuff when I noticed a woman about six parking aisles over trying to wrestle the spare tire out of the trunk of her car. There was snow and slush on the ground and the temperature was falling and the slush was starting to freeze and the woman was slipping and sliding around. I finished loading my stuff in the truck and then I drove over to see if I could give the woman a hand. I got out of the truck and said:
“Can I give you a hand with that?”
The woman turned to me and I saw it was Jennifer. “Oh, it’s you” I said and turned to walk back to my truck.
“God damn you” she said to my back, “I wouldn’t hurt you to try and be a decent human being for once in your life!”
The wrong thing to say and the wrong tone of voice to say it in. I turned to her and said:
“You want my help? Okay, I’ll help you. All you have to do is climb in my truck with me and give me a blow job. Either that or the parking lot is full of cars so go find someone else to help you.”
“Would I be trying to do this myself if I could have gotten anyone else to help me? I tried, but no one could be bothered.”
I shrugged and then I got back in my truck and then I just sat there and watched her struggle. After she had almost fallen down twice she walked over to my truck and stood there waiting for me to roll my window down.
“I’ll give you twenty bucks to change my tire.”
“No thanks, I gave you my price.”
“Thirty-five then. It’s all I have.”
“Sorry.”
She stood there looking at me for several seconds and then her shoulders slumped in defeat and she said, “Okay. Change my tire and I’ll do what you want.”
“No way. Payment up front. You give me the blow job and then I’ll change the tire.”
“You don’t like me so how do I know you won’t take off as soon as I’m done?”
“How do I know you won’t laugh at me and tell me to go to hell when I finish and ask for payment? You want my help, we do it my way. Head first and then I help.”
“Bastard!” she snarled and then walked around the truck and got in on the passenger side. I unzipped and took out my cock and she looked at it and said:
“Just so you know, I don’t swallow.”
“Then get out of the truck. To me it isn’t a blow job unless it includes swallowing. You don’t want to do it get out.”
I saw a tear form in the corner of her eye and then she gave me a look of pure hatred as she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. It wasn’t a bad blow job considering the fact that she was being more or less forced to give it and I just sat there and smiled as her head bobbed up and down. It took her about five minutes to get me to the boiling point and I warned her when I was ready to shoot. She kept her mouth on me and she swallowed it all when I let go. Then she surprised me and kept me in her mouth until I was limp and then she sat up. She looked at me while she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and the look on her face said it plainer than words:
“I did my part. Now get your worthless ass out there and change the fucking tire!”
I put my cock away, zipped up and then turned the truck heater on full blast. “Stay here and keep warm” I said and I got out of the truck and changed the tire. The temperature had been dropping fast and the slush and snow was freezing so when I was done changing the tire and putting things away in the trunk of her car I went back to the truck and gave her my arm to lean on so she wouldn’t slip and fall. Not a word was spoken and when we got to her car she got in, started it up and drove away.
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It was two weeks before I saw her again. I was sitting in a booth having dinner at The Black Eyed Pea when I spotted her heading for me. She stopped at my booth and said:
“I saw you sitting here and I know how much you get off on my misfortune so I thought I’d stop by and make your day. My husband left me. Three weeks before Christmas and eight months pregnant and he is gone. Hope that brings a smile to your face” and then she turned and walked away.
I didn’t smile as she walked away; I actually felt sorry for her. I saw her stop at the counter and pay for her meal and on an impulse I got up, threw enough money down on the table to cover my ticket and a tip and I headed for the parking lot. I caught up with her as she was unlocking her car door. She saw me walking up to her and she said:
“Coming to gloat? Going to tell me how glad you are to see me being fucked over?”
“No, nothing like that. As hard as it may be for you to believe I’m actually here to offer you my help if you should need any.”
“You? Help me? And you expect me to believe that?”
“No, I don’t expect you to believe it, but the offer is there and it is genuine.”
I handed her a piece of paper and said, “Those are my home phone and cell phone numbers. You need help for anything just give me a call.”
“Why are you doing this? What’s the catch? After what you did to me why are you all of a sudden pretending to be nice?”
“Look, you stuck a harassment complaint in my file at work. I never, not once, in all the time you were at the paper harassed you. All you ever had to do was say; “Stop, this is making me nervous and uncomfortable” and I would have stopped. That complaint will be in my file forever. A new production manager or HR manager who reviews the files will see it. In this day and age a harassment complaint is automatically assumed to be sexual harassment. Even if I left the paper and went looking for another job it would follow me. They would call for a reference and be told, “He is a good worker. The only blip on his record is the harassment complaint in his file.” You think I’d get hired? That is what you hung around my neck. Was I pissed? You’re damned right I was and I swore that I would get back at you for doing it to me and I did! But I also got it out of my system. I always liked you and I’m sure that you knew that. I’m not sorry for what I did, but I am sorry that you are in the spot you are in. I will help you if you need it.”
She stared at me for several seconds and then she said, “Unreal. You are fucking unreal” and she got in her car, started it up and drove away. But she didn’t toss my piece of paper away. I saw her put it in her pocket just before she got in her car.
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She called me three days later. “Did you mean it? About helping me?”
“Yes, I meant it.”
“I need to buy a Christmas tree and put it up. I can’t wrestle with one in my condition. Will you go with me to help look for a tree and then help me put it up?”
Jennifer was very picky when it came to the tree she wanted. We hit four lots before she found one that was the right height and right shape. When we got back to her place she took me down into the basement and showed me where the stand and decorations were stored and I hauled it all upstairs and into her living room. I set the tree in the stand; put the star on top and then the two of us started stringing the lights. As I worked the lights around the tree I asked her if she thought her husband might come back.
“Not if the bastard knows what’s good for him.”
I raised an eyebrow at that and she noticed and said, “I wasn’t quite truthful when I said he walked out on me. I mean, as far as I was concerned he walked out, but he didn’t leave of his own accord. I threw his ass out.”
“You are pregnant, not far from your due date, and you kicked the father of your child out?”
“I caught him screwing his secretary. He hadn’t made love to me since I started showing, but he could screw that bitch on his desk in his office. I was downtown and I decided to stop in and surprise him and take him to lunch. I surprised him all right. I told him not to bother coming home because I wouldn’t let him in. I threw all of his clothes out into the snow in the front yard and served him with divorce papers three days later.”
“With no husband and no other children but the one you are carrying why are you even bothering to put up a tree?”
“Because my baby is due the 23rd and it will be her first Christmas and I want a brightly lit and decorated tree here for her when I bring her home from the hospital.”
As we finished decorating the tree I watched her and I had a hard time believing that her husband, or about to be ex-husband, stopped making love to her when she started getting big in the belly. She was sexy as hell before she got pregnant and if anything, pregnancy made her seem even sexier. If I were him I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off her. She caught me looking at her and asked me why I was looking at her like that and I told her.
“Really? Too bad you weren’t around earlier.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Pregnancy scrambles your hormones. Right about the time I started showing I entered into a state of perpetual horniness and that was right when Rory decided that I didn’t appeal to him anymore.”
“How did you handle it?”
“I masturbated a lot. If I’d known Rory was cheating on me I might have taken on a lover of my own.”
She saw the expression on my face and said, “No, I don’t usually talk like this to men, but since that night in the Wal-Mart parking lot I don’t figure I need to pussyfoot around with you.”
“Well, for what it is worth, if you had decided to take a lover I would have volunteered in a heart beat.”
She gave me an odd look and we finished the tree without anymore talk. When it was done she thanked me for my help and I said goodnight and headed home.
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Two days later Jennifer called me at work, told me she could use my help again and asked me if I could stop by her place on my way home from work. When she let me in she led me into the living room and told me to have a seat on the couch.
“I’m going to open a bottle of wine. I’m allowed one glass every now and then. Would you like a glass or would you rather have a beer?”
I told her that wine would be fine and she left the room. She came back a couple of minutes later with two glasses of red wine and she sat down on the couch next to me. I took a sip of the wine and then I asked her how I could help her.
“You are already doing it.”
“What?”
“I know it probably isn’t what you intended when you offered to help, but I just needed someone here with me. All my family is back east and with Rory gone I’m all alone. It is the holiday season and I’m alone. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, but I could really use the company.”
I sipped my wine and watched her sip hers and the look on my face caused her to say:
“What? Why are you looking at me that way?”
“All things considered I just find it positively stupefying that you want me here. Maybe you don’t have family here, but you must have a lot of friends.”
“And they are all busy with their families during the holidays. Besides, I have an ulterior motive for asking you over.”
“And what would that be?”
“I need to apologize for what happened to you at work and explain how it happened.”
“Forget it. It is water under the bridge and besides, after what I did to you I’d rather not even go back and think on it.”
“No, I need to explain. I did not file a harassment complaint against you. I didn’t know anything about a harassment complaint until you told me about it that night at the Black Eyed Pea. I did go to Jill to ask her how to handle a problem and she said she would take care of it and the next thing I knew you were scowling at me and throwing me hateful looks.
“I don’t know if you know it, but Maxine in Accounting is Rory’s cousin and what happened is that she jokingly told Rory that he had better keep an eye on me, that I had an admirer at work who was trying to move in on me. Rory came unglued and ranted and raved and accused me of encouraging you and leading you on and he demanded that I put an end to it. I didn’t say anything to you because I liked the attention. You were so nice, never did or said anything out of line. I didn’t know what to do, but after a week of Rory wanting to know had I put an end to it yet I went to Jill and asked for advice and that is all I did. I swear to God that is all I did. She told me not to worry, that she would take care of it.”
“Would you put that in writing for me?”
“Of course I will.”
I sat there and stared at her and after several moments she asked,
“What are you thinking?”
“That I was much better off not knowing what you just told me.”
“Why would that be?”
“Because now I have to live with what I did, both at Wal-Mart and the night I abandoned you in the parking lot at work. They didn’t bother me when I knew I was getting even with you for what you did to me, but from now on it will bother me big time. I don’t know how you can stand to have me here in your house.”
“I concentrate on the memory of the nice guy who kept me in my favorite chocolate and gave me flowers on my birthday. Not that I wouldn’t have gleefully cut your balls off that night at Wal-Mart even though it was the only sex I’d had in six months.”
She topped off my glass and then we sat there without talking for several minutes and then Jennifer said:
“Just how far are you willing to go to help me?”
“Considering how guilty I’m feeling right now I’d say the only limit to how far I would go is that I won’t murder your husband for you, but just about anything else goes.”
She stared at me for several seconds and I could tell she wanted to say something, but was having a hard time getting it out. Finally she said:
“I told you that I’ve been extremely horny since I started to show and I’ve told you that Rory started ignoring me at the same time. All I’ve had to work with to satisfy that horny feeling are my fingers and my hairbrush. I need a man’s touch Bob.”
I stared at her as what she was asking slowly penetrated and I finally found my voice and said:
“You mean you want me to make love to you?”
“Yes and no.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m too close to my due date to want to have intercourse, but there are other ways that a man can get me off.”
I knew what she was suggesting and I had no objection to doing it, but I had to ask, “Why me?”
“Two reasons. One, you did tell me that if I’d wanted to take a lover you would have volunteered and secondly, I’ve never been unfaithful to Rory - never even considered being unfaithful - and I wouldn’t know how to seduce someone to get them to do what I would like. But after that night at Wal-Mart I feel that I can be blunt and open with you. So, you still want to volunteer?”
“Well I guess I do owe you one and you are one very sexy lady so yes, I’ll volunteer.”
“My bed is roomier and more comfortable than the couch. Shall we?”
She got up and headed for her bedroom and as I stood to follow I pondered on the way things had turned out. No way, not in a million years, would I have ever expected to be in Jennifer’s bedroom and on the bed with her. I followed her into the bedroom and stood and watched as she undressed. Even eight months pregnant she was sexy as hell. Sexy looking and she had that ‘glow’ that pregnant women get. She looked at me standing there looking at her and she said:
“Why aren’t you undressing?”
“I don’t need to be naked to do what I’ll be doing.”
“Nonsense Bob. I said I needed a man’s touch, but I also meant that I need to touch a man. I want bare skin Bob, I don’t want shirt material. Please Bob, get naked for me.”
I undressed as she got on the bed and then I went over, took her ankles in my hands and pulled her until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I spread her legs apart and knelt down on the floor between them. I looked at her treasure and thought again of how stupid her husband had to be to not want this. I looked up and Jennifer’s face and I saw the anticipation there and then I lowered my head and began to eat her pussy.
Jennifer moaned and cried and her body shivered and shook as I did my best to give her orgasms. She had two before she pulled away and sat up on the bed.
“Get up here with me, please? I want to do you while you do me.”
I got on the bed and moved over her into the sixty-nine position and her hand took hold of my cock and started stroking it and after several seconds I felt her hot mouth wrap around it. Her belly made it awkward for me trying to get my head down to her pussy so I had to content myself with finger fucking her and working on her clit. She moaned and thrashed around and I gave her another orgasm just before telling her that I was going to cum. Her hands gripped my ass cheeks and she locked her mouth tight around my cock and she swallowed every last bit of what I spit out. I changed positions and looked down into her face and she smiled at me and then I leaned down and kissed her.
“Thank you. I needed that, I really did need that. Can you hold me?”
I laid down next to her and put my arms around her and we cuddled and then I fell asleep.
I woke up and looked at my watch and I saw that it was almost two in the morning. I got up and started gathering my clothes. I must have awakened Jennifer because I heard her say:
“What are you doing?”
“I need to get on home.”
“No you don’t. You are already naked and in bed here. There is no sense in getting up, getting dressed, driving home, getting undressed and getting back in bed. Just get back in bed here. It feels good to have a warm body snuggled up next to mine. What could I say? It felt great having her warm body tucked up next to mine so I crawled back in bed with her.
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The next day was Saturday so I didn’t need to crawl out of bed early. When I did wake up I was alone in bed and the smell of frying bacon filled the air. I dressed and wandered out into the kitchen and Jen gave me a smile and said:
“Good morning sleepy-head. Coffee is on the counter behind you. How do you like your eggs?”
“Break the yolks and fry them hard. How long you been up?”
“Maybe an hour. I’m usually an early riser.”
We ate in silence, probably because neither of us could figure out what to say. I don’t know what Jennifer was thinking, but on my side of the table was a guy who was not used to waking up in someone else’s bed. I’d had plenty of women wake up in mine and it was always somewhat of a relief when we kissed goodbye and they left. I wondered if that was the thought running through Jennifer’s mind. I found myself hoping not because I kind of liked waking up in hers. Jen interrupted my thoughts:
“What are you thinking?”
“Just trying to make sense out of this.”
“This?”
“You know, my being here. After the way I treated you there is no way I should be here. You should run screaming at the mere sight of me.”
“Blame it on my pregnancy. I have all sorts of mood swings and I end up doing strange things. I suppose a lot of it has to do with you saying that you thought I was sexy even thought I know I look like a beached whale, your offering to help me and then one of my mood swings coming along. Whatever, I’m not sorry.”
“Neither am I.”
“What are you doing today?”
“Clean my apartment, do my laundry and watch some college football. Why?”
“I was going to ask you to spend the day with me. Last night was nice, but it only took the edge off. Going without for over six months is hard on a girl, especially one who was used to three and four times a week.”
“So what you are saying is that you want me to be your sex-toy for a day.”
“And maybe another night.”
I never knew that I could be so sexually satisfied without my cock ever once entering the lower holes on a woman’s body. My apartment didn’t get cleaned that weekend. My laundry didn’t get done and I didn’t see one minute of football, college or otherwise.
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For most of the next week I either stopped by Jen’s place on my way home from work or I called her to see that she was okay and twice she asked me to stay over. Saturday I squired her around while she did her shopping and then I took her out to dinner. On the way home I asked her how she was going to get to the hospital when it was time and she told me that her in-laws were set up to do it.
“Even though it is over between me and Rory they are the grandparents and they say that they want Janet in their lives.”
“Janet?”
“That’s the name I picked for my little girl. Janet Elaine.
“Does your husband plan on being there for the delivery?”
“I doubt it. I haven’t heard from the bastard in two months.”
When I got her to her house I kissed her and said I’d call and she asked:
“Aren’t you staying?”
“Not tonight. I really do need to do my laundry and clean my apartment. I don’t dare let it slide for two weeks in a row.”
“Okay then, let’s go to your place. I can do your laundry while you clean or I can clean the apartment while you do the laundry.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“Because I don’t want to be alone right now and I’m comfortable around you.”
“You can’t clean house or do laundry in your good clothes.”
“So I’ll pack a bag, or better yet you spend the night here and then in the morning we will go to your apartment and do what needs to be done.”
“Are you sure?”
“What I’m sure about is that I want your body next to mine tonight and if that is what I have to do to get it, yeah, I’m sure.”
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In the morning we headed for my place and stopped at a Village Inn for breakfast. I sat on the other side of the table and watched as she attacked her pancakes and wondered what it might be like to spend the rest of my life with her. I felt more comfortable with her than I’d felt with any other woman who had been in my life and that included my ex whom I’d thought I was madly in love with.
“What are you thinking” she asked.
“Just wondering about some things. When will your divorce be final?”
“Not until after the baby is born. Asshole wants a DNA test to prove he is the father before he will agree to pay child support. I’m not pushing it because the longer it goes on the more the lawyers will charge him and hitting Rory in the pocket book is what hurts him the most.”
“What are you going to do after the divorce is final?”
“Try to convince the man I picked to be Rory’s replacement that he can’t live without me.”
“And how is that man going to look at all this time you have been spending with me?”
She looked at me and was silent for a second or two before she said:
“You can’t possibly be that dense.”
It took another couple of seconds for what she had just implied to register on me and I sat there and stared at her absolutely stunned and speechless. I finally gathered my wits and found my voice.
“You and me? You can’t be serious. You don’t know me or anything about me. Not only that, but how can you even think of overlooking how nasty I was to you?”
“Yes, and how about how nice you have been to me these last two weeks. You have treated me like a princess. Girls like that in case you didn’t know.”
“But still, it is too way out to even think about.”
“Not for me. I know it sounds weird, but I know it is right. I called you on a whim. I needed help and you volunteered and you did not hesitate when I called, you came right over. I didn’t expect that we would even be able to get along for as long as it took to find a tree, but by the time we had the tree decorated I knew you were the one. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just did. I am as sure of it as I have ever been of anything in my life. All I have to do now is convince you.”
Things were getting way too deep for me so I dropped the subject and asked her how her pancakes were.
On the ride to my apartment I didn’t of much else other than the bomb she had just dropped on me. Granted, I did feel more comfortable around her than I did with any other woman, and I had wondered what it would be like to spend the rest of my life with her, but I knew even less about her than she knew about me. I did think of her almost constantly, but I was that way with Annalise and look how my marriage to her had turned out. Jen said she, ‘just knew’ but I ‘just knew’ about Annie so I wasn’t going to place a whole lot of faith in ‘knew.’
But I could not deny that I was very interested in Jennifer and God knew that I loved waking up with her and wishing it could be a daily thing. Well, nothing was going to happen until her divorce was out of the way so I had time.
Jennifer took one look at my apartment and said, “Nope, won’t do.”
“What do you mean it won’t do?”
“It’s too small for the three of us.”
“The three of us?”
“You, me and Janet. You have a lease?”
“No, it is month to month.”
“Good. No problem then in getting you moved out.”
“Move out?”
“I intend to keep the house in the divorce. Rory might have other ideas, but I’m sure the courts will realize that I need a home where I can raise my child. As soon as the divorce is final we will move you in.”
“We will? Don’t I have any say in it?”
“Of course you do and by the time it is time to do it I’m sure that I will have you convinced that saying yes is the smart thing to do.”
I just stood there and stared at her. I had no idea of what to say. The situation was just too, too way out for me.
“Come on” Jennifer said, “Let’s get your chores done so we can do what I want to do.”
“And that would be?”
“Silly man. Show me to your bedroom. I want to see if the bed is strong enough.”
When I dropped her at her house that night she gave me a passionate kiss and then said:
“I’m sure about it baby. I’m going to be putting on a full court press. It is right and I think you know it. You just have to accept it. See you tomorrow?”
I told her I would and I headed on back to my apartment. I did think about her and what she was proposing and the more I thought about it the more that I thought that it might work. I did enjoy the hell out of being around her and I loved the way she felt when I woke up next to her. The idea had much going for it and like Jennifer had said, “It just feels right.” But that was the problem. Annie had “felt right” and look how that had turned out. It had “felt right” right up till the day I found her in our bed with her boss. I couldn’t believe that the stupid cunt had tried to make it my fault for coming home when I wasn’t supposed to. So no, “It just feels right” wasn’t going to be enough for me.
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The phone pulled me out of a deep slumber and as I struggled awake and reached for the phone I saw that it was 3:10 AM. It was Jennifer and there was panic in her voice.
“Bob, my water just broke and I can’t reach my in-laws. Can you take me to the hospital?”
I told her I was on the way and I hurriedly dressed and drove to her place. I helped her into my truck and then we took off for the hospital. On the way she told me she had called the hospital and her doctor and had tried several more times to get her in-laws.
“I’m not due until the day after tomorrow and I guess they weren’t expecting me to call this early.”
“Give me their number and I’ll keep trying to reach them. Do you have a number for your husband? He should know.”
“To hell with him. He is probably shacked up with that slut secretary of his.”
“Still, he is the baby’s father and he should be given the chance to be there.”
Jen wrote some numbers on a piece of paper and gave it to me. “The top number is the number for Rory’s parents and the bottom number is Rory’s cell phone.”
I pulled up at the entrance to the emergency room and minutes later Jennifer was on a gurney and had been trundled away. I tried the in-laws number with no luck so I called the number she had given me for her husband. He answered on the seventh ring and I told him who I was and that I’d just delivered Jennifer to the hospital.
“So why are you waking me up to tell me this?”
“It’s your child. I thought you might like to be here.”
“She says it is mine, but I don’t happen to believe it” and he disconnected. Well, Jen had said he was an asshole.
I debated on heading home and going back to bed, but then decided that someone needed to be there for Jen so I asked for directions to the maternity ward waiting room and then headed there to wait. After that, things were kind of anti-climactic. The doctor said it was an easy delivery and mother and child were doing fine. Janet was a healthy eight pounds and seven ounces and she came with a full compliment of fingers and toes.
I finally reached the grandparents and they were all apologetic.
“We didn’t expect her to go for two more days. We were out of town visiting friends. Guess we need to break down and get one of them cell phones.”
A half hour later Marge and Ralph were there looking through the window at the baby and arguing good naturedly about who she most favored. Rory never did come to the hospital.
When Jennifer was released on Christmas Eve I swung by her house on the way to pick her up and turned on the tree lights so the tree would be lit when Janet was carried in. I took Jennifer and Janet home and helped them inside. Marge was already there to help her so I kissed her cheek and told her I would see her later. Jennifer clutched my sleeve in her hand and said:
“Please be here tomorrow.”
I told her I would be there and I left her in the hands of her mother in law and I went on home to my apartment.
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I was going through my mail and there was a Christmas card with familiar writing on it and I opened it. It was from Annalise and it was your standard “Peace on Earth” card, but on the left side she had written:
“Wish you were here or that I was there. Please call me Bobby.”
It made absolutely no sense, but that card from my ex triggered something in my head and as I dropped it in the trash with the rest of the junk mail I knew what I was going to do.
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Jennifer was sitting on the couch, holding Janet and crooning to her. I watched mother and child and I knew that what I was going to do was right. Jennifer saw me looking at her and saw the way I was looking at her and she asked:
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Trying to figure out how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“I couldn’t figure out how to go about sliding an engagement ring on the finger of a woman who is still wearing her wedding rings. Then I realized how silly it would be to propose to a married woman in the first place. I decided that before I could propose you needed to be divorced, but some married women have been known to have boyfriends, steady boyfriends, and so I decided to ask you if you would like to go steady until you are divorced.”
I knelt in front of her and took my hand out of my pocket and handed her a chain with my class ring on it. “How about it Jen, want to be my steady girl?”
“Silly man, you have to ask? Put the chain around my neck and kiss me.”
I did and then I sat down next to her on the couch,
put my arm around her and we sat and looked at the lit Christmas tree.