It started like any other Friday night. I was out with my girlfriends, going from bar to bar, chatting with people, flirting with a lot of guys, having a great time. I was feeling really good. I’d been out shopping the week before and I’d bought a new outfit that I was wearing now. I wore a short black skirt and a lacy black bra that showed off ample cleavage – all natural at 36D. Over the bra I wore a transparent black buttonless shirt that I tied in a knot, showing off my milky white skin and flat stomach. I wore knee high black leather boots with 4 inch heels, adding impressive height to my 5’6″. My long blonde hair was tied back with a black ribbon, with a few loose strands for effect. I wore heavy makeup to accentuate my blue eyes. I felt good and the looks of the men in the bars and clubs we passed made me feel sexy.
At the end of the night we called a taxi to come and pick us up, but it was a busy night and the operator said it’d be at least 45 minutes. We went into a bar that we’d never been to before, in a side alley by the railway station. It was not the type of bar that we were used to. Instead of the young and upwardly mobile professional crowd that frequented the same places that we usually went to were rough types. Guys with long hair and dressed in leather sat around the smoke filled room. We hesitated, but it was cold outside and we’d asked the taxi to pick us up in this street. We went up to the bar and ordered drinks.
I saw him as I turned around and started sipping my Irish whiskey. He looked a few years older than me. He wore a leather jacket, leather pants and boots. His hair wasn’t long, but the messy inches of blonde hair told me that it had been quite a few months since he’d last had it cut. I didn’t know if he was sporting a short beard or if he just hadn’t bothered to shave for a week or so. Either way, his green eyes were lapping me up and I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him. He was nothing like the men I’d dated, nothing like the men I was attracted to. And I’d never been as drawn to a man as I was to this one. I’d long stopped listening to my friends’ chatter when he finished his beer, got up and walked up to me. He placed an arm around my waist, pulled me away from my friends and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“I want to fuck you tonight,” he whispered, and I could smell the beer on his breath. “And I have the feeling that you want to fuck me too.”
I’d never been approached that directly before. The men we usually met would butter us up with meaningless platitudes before asking us home for a cup of coffee, or more commonly ask us out for a meal, before starting to kiss us and eventually ending up in bed. That was how most of my dating experiences had worked. Never before had a man walked up to me and said what was on his mind. I looked into his eyes and there was a raw sexual hunger in his gaze.
“So,” he continued as I hadn’t replied yet, “what will it be? I’m leaving now. You can come with me and we’ll spend the night fucking each other’s brains out, or not.”
He walked towards the door and I knew that if I didn’t do something that very moment I’d probably never see him again and I’d always wonder “what if?”. With a quick word of goodbye to my friends I emptied my glass and ran after him. He was already on his bike when I got outside. I jumped up behind him and he handed me a helmet without a word. My phone started ringing and I could see that it was one of the friends I’d left inside. I switched it off, put the helmet on and wrapped my arms around his waist as he drove off.
He drove towards a part of town where I’d never been before. When I’d moved there it had been pointed out to me as a place that wasn’t particularly desirable and I’d learnt to avoid it. After 10 minutes he pulled into an overgrown driveway in front of a shabby house. He parked the motorbike and went before me inside. No false chivalry. We both knew what we were going to do. He placed his helmet on a chair by the front door and I put mine next to it.
“Bedroom’s upstairs on the right,” he said. “Bathroom’s next door if you need to use it. I’ll only be a sec.”
I went upstairs as I heard him moving around in the kitchen and then the unmistakable sounds of a Rocky(D) being fed. I opened the door into the bedroom and it was quite neat and very clean. It was obvious that it was one of the few rooms in the house that was actually lived in and taken care of. I sat down on the bed and I soon heard him walking up the stairs. He came into the room and smiled at me.
“You still dressed? I like my women naked in bed.”
With a few short strides he reached the bed and pulled me up by my hand. He quickly discarded my shirt and then he wrapped his arms around me to unhook my bra. His smile widened as my firm tits were exposed to the night air, tightening up my pink nipples like cherries on top of an ice cream sundae.
“I knew those tits had to be real,” he said and kneaded them, pinching my nipples.
He then pulled my skirt off and grabbed my ass cheeks before pulling off my black thongs. He ran a finger through my narrow blonde bush and looked at me. All I had on were my leather boots. He kept smiling as he slowly undressed. It wasn’t long before he was standing before me with nothing but a raging hard-on. My eyes were focused on the thick 8 inches of meat that stood out from his hips.
“I’d love for you to taste it,” he smiled at me.
I needed no further encouragement. I kneeled before him and wrapped my red lips around the thick mushroom head and tasted his precum on my tongue. He was delicious. I wrapped one hand around his shaft as I started sucking him inside my hungry mouth. His cock soon hit the back of my mouth and I started letting him slip outside again. I ran my hand through the lipstick and saliva to lubricate his entire cock. Then I sucked him back inside my mouth, playing with him with my tongue.
Until that moment I’d only ever sucked cocks as a means to an end. I’d done a little because my boyfriends had enjoyed it, but I’d counted the seconds until it was over. This time was different. His throbbing cock tasted so good in my mouth. I even managed to swallow once, letting him into my throat and the gasp from him told me that what I was doing was absolutely the right thing. I kept sucking him harder and harder. I never wanted his cock to leave my mouth again. More and move saliva escaped and helped my hand that was working the part of his cock that wasn’t in my mouth.
I don’t know what I was expecting next, but all of a sudden I felt his hands on the back of my head and he forced himself deeper inside me again. There was a twitch in his shaft and with a loud moan my mouth was filled with salty goo. He’d cum in my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could, resulting in more moans from him. When he finally stopped cumming he slowly withdrew from my mouth. I could feel how swollen my lips were as I looked up into his satisfied face. I felt a few drops of cum escaping my mouth and trickling down my chin, but I didn’t do anything about it. It felt dirty and right for this situation. There was no pretence of so called love making here. We were together because we wanted to fuck. It was pure carnal lust that had brought us together.
“Babe,” he smiled, “you can suck my cock any time. Now lie down and let me have a taste of your pussy. The smell is driving me mad!”
I lay on my back on his bed, still wearing my boots, and I parted my legs, showing off my wet folds. He placed his knees between my thighs and lowered himself down. He pressed his lips against mine and let his tongue loose inside my mouth before moving on to my tits, biting my nipples as he played with them. Then finally I felt the hair on his face against my pussy. I’d never been with a man with a beard before and the feeling of his face against my, mainly hairless, pussy was enough to give me a mini-orgasm.
Then he dove in. He parted my pussy lips with his tongue and teased my sensitised clit. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked, while pounding it lightly with his tongue. Then he seemed to get bored with my clit and moved south. My pussy juices were already flowing like a waterfall out of my horny pussy and he started lapping it up. Then I felt his tongue inside my tight hole and I gasped with pleasure as he found my little pleasure spot with it. Soon his tongue was replaced by an ever increasing number of fingers. His lips were back on my clit while he finger fucked me harder and harder. Just as I thought it could get any better my body gave in and I cried out in the night as the orgasm possessed me.
Not until I’d come completely back to earth again did he pull out, trailing back up my body, pinning me down as he placed his pussy wet fingers against my lips. I licked them and he smiled.
“Babe, you tasted much better than I imagined. Can you feel how hard I am again? Get on your hands and knees and let me feel that tight cunt of yours around my cock.”
He rolled off me and I did as he said. Soon I could feel him running his hard meat along my wet slit. I felt his cock head at my cunt opening. His hands grabbed hold of my hips and then he thrust inside me. By the time his balls slammed into my clit I was absolutely filled by his magnificent shaft. I moaned with pleasure as he pulled out and then plunged inside me again. Each powerful stroke ended with a wet slam as skin met skin.
I don’t know how long he fucked me Rocky(D)gie style. It was like time stood still. Each push inside me seemed faster and harder than the previous one. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. His fucking sent my tits bouncing from my chest. Each thrust nearly knocked my chin out as my tits came propelling like huge grapefruits. It was the best fuck I’d ever had. I felt his finger against my clit and he ruthlessly brought me to another orgasm.
This time there was no respite. He pulled out of me and shoved me on the bed. He grabbed hold of my leather boots and placed them across his shoulders. His cock was bright red and shining with the juices from my cunt and he buried himself inside me again. He fucked me like a man possessed. My legs were squashed between him and me as he forced himself even deeper inside my cunt. I could feel my juices running down my crack.
He possessed me. I’d never been taken like this before and never knew how much I loved fucking. I’d always seen sex as something enjoyable, but hardly mind-blowing. This was everything I’d never known I’d been missing. I kept mumbling “fuck me” like a mantra. I never wanted our sweaty union to end. But it did.
Sweat was dripping from his brow as he pounded me as fast and hard as he could. I moved with him, urging him deeper and deeper inside me. Then there was that moment when everything stopped. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. I gave in. My cunt squeezed his cock hard, milking it, as I convulsed underneath him. He cried out as he released his load inside me. When we’d both finished cumming he collapsed on top of me. His cock was still inside me as our tongues explored each other’s mouths.
Too soon he rolled off me and lit a cigarette.
“Babe,” he said with a satisfied smile, “you’re such a good fuck. I’m glad I invited you back tonight.”
“Me too,” I smiled as I let my finger run circles around his nipple.
He grabbed a phone on the night stand and I wondered who he was calling.
“I’d like a taxi please, to 29 George Street. Yeah, just put it on my account.”
He turned to me and kissed me again. “I’m going to have a shower. The taxi will be here in 10 minutes and it’ll take you anywhere you want to go. It’s all paid for.”
With those words he went into the bathroom and I heard the shower starting. My legs were sore as I got out of bed and I could feel his cum running down my legs as I put my clothes on. I’d only managed to get into my clothes when I heard a knock downstairs, the taxi had arrived. My hair was dishevelled as I snuck out into the waiting taxi. All I could smell was his cum and my juices and I was sure the taxi driver could smell it too. I went straight to bed when I came home, but I couldn’t sleep. For the next week I had problems sleeping. I didn’t even know his name, but he’d been the best fuck of my life and my cunt was dying to feel him again. The following Saturday I drove by his house. There was no sign of his motorbike, but there were two old cars parked in the drive. I parked my car and went up to a man who was busy doing something with the engine on one of them.
“Excuse me,” I said and he looked up at me. “Where’s the guy who lives here?”
“I’m the guy who lives here.”
“Oh, did the previous owner move recently?”
“I’ve lived here for 15 years.”
“Oh, do you have a lodger?”
“No, it’s just me. Now can I help you?”
It’s been over a year and I’ve never seen him again. I’ve picked up more men in the bar where I met him, but even though they’ve fucked me good, it’s not been the same. I wanted him and he awoke feelings that I never knew existed. Now I’m even more hungry for his cock, but I can’t find it. If I saw him right now I’d fall at his feet and beg him to fuck me again.
It’d been 18 months since I fucked the man who had since dominated all my sexual fantasies. I’d given up hope of ever finding him again and I’d stopped picking up look-alikes in seedy bars. I’d been dating Jason, an accountant, for a couple of months and he’d recently proposed to me. I’d accepted his proposal and I’d just returned home from a shopping trip with my friends. I’d bought a dress to wear for the engagement party that Jason’s parents were throwing for us the following weekend.
It was one of those scorching days in summer when it doesn’t matter what you do, your hair and your clothes still stick to you. I was wearing a white camisole top with built in bra support. I wore a short red skirt with red lace thongs underneath. On my feet I wore the not so very comfortable, but very sexy red 3-inch sandals I’d bought a few weeks earlier. I’d just opened the front door and was about to walk in as I heard steps behind me.
“I hear you’ve been looking for me,” said a voice I never thought I’d hear again.
I turned around and looked into his green eyes. His hair was as messy as I remembered it, but perhaps slightly blonder. He’d not shaved for a day or two, but his stubble wasn’t as long as last time. He wore a white t-shirt and old blue jeans. A cigarette dangled between his lips. Somehow he looked more menacing in daylight than he had at night. My eyes wandered down to his bulge and I remember how he tasted and how he felt inside me.
“So what’ll it be?” he asked casually as he leaned against the wall. “Shall we fuck again?”
“You?” I exclaimed as I got my voice back. I had so many questions. I knew I should tell him to go away, but my pussy had gone into overdrive at the sound of his voice and was now bathing in a pool of juice.
“Yes or no,” he insisted. “Either we fuck or we don’t.”
He walked to the other side of the road, jumped up on his motorbike and turned it around. I knew I only had seconds to decide. I threw my bags through the door and locked it again. I ran up to him and only had time to put the helmet on before he threw away his cigarette and set off at a breakneck speed. I held on for dear life as he drove out of town into some woods. When we’d reached a small cabin by a lake he finally stopped and I got off the bike. He took my helmet and continued straddling the bike.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded me and I did as I was told, feeling confident that I’d have his cock inside me within ten minutes, finally relieving the sexual tension I’d felt since we last fucked.. I pulled my top off, revealing my tits to him for the second time. There was nowhere to put it so I left it on the ground. Then I slipped out of my skirt and finally I took off my thongs.
“And the shoes,” he said and I stepped out of them.
“Give me everything,” he continued and I bent over to gather it all and hand it to him. He took my thongs and licked the wet spot where my pussy had just been. With a smile he stuffed my things into the helmet that I’d been wearing and he drove off.
I was terrified. I didn’t know exactly where I was. I had no clothes. The ground was covered in stones and I didn’t even have any shoes. I thought I was going to cry. I’d never felt so humiliated in my life. Why did he have such power over me? I’d never let any other man use me, but this guy… He’d used me once and now he was humiliating me. And the worst part was that my nipples were fully erect, my pussy was still dripping and I was happy that I’d had a Brazilian wax the day before.
I don’t know how long I waited but it soon got dark and I got very afraid. I’d tried to open the door to the cabin, but it was locked. I had to relieve myself behind a bush and then I stepped into the lake to wash myself. I promised myself that if I ever saw him again I’d kill him for doing this to me.
Eventually I heard the sound of an engine. It came towards me with its headlights on full beam, blinding me. I thought I could make out two people, and I was pretty sure it was a pickup. The vehicle came to a stop and the two people exited, leaving the headlights on so that I couldn’t see them. I was reasonably confident that one of them was my guy, which was why I hadn’t run off.
“This is my slut,” said the voice I recognised. “What do you think?”
“Niiiiiice tits,” said another male voice appreciatively. “And you reckon her cunt is tight?”
“It was very nice and tight last time I fucked her, but I hear she’s fucked around a lot since then. It tasted great though.”
“Yeah, that’s what Pete said. He 69’ed her on the pool table when she was looking for you. I never saw the video, but I hear he’s made a fortune on it on the Internet.”
My actions in the past passed before my eyes and I remembered the guy they were talking about. I’d been so horny and frustrated that night that I’d agreed to 69 him on the pool table in the backroom of a pub. Afterwards he’d Rocky(D)gie fucked me as well. I couldn’t believe that he’d taped it.
“Yeah, I finally saw it a couple of weeks ago. That’s why I came back. All these guys were having fun with my slut and me not getting a slice of the action, it didn’t seem right.”
They were now standing in front of me and I felt very vulnerable. They were clothed and I was naked. They could do whatever they wanted with me. Finally my guy spoke.
“Babe, this is my friend Eric. He wants to fuck you too and I said I didn’t mind sharing. Let’s go inside.”
That was it. He didn’t even bother asking me if it was OK with me to fuck his friend. He didn’t apologise for leaving me there. I knew I should be furious, but I was hornier than ever. Eric seemed to sense this and reached between my legs with his finger. He slipped between my pussylips and ran his finger along my slit.
“Oh yeah, babe,” Eric said and sucked my pussy juices off his finger. “You’re ripe for fucking. Come on.”
He grabbed my hand and unlocked the cabin door. Meanwhile my guy went back to the car and switched off the headlights. Eric turned on some lights and I looked around. There was nothing more than a double bed, a table and two chairs in the cabin. I turned around and could finally see Eric. I’d already ascertained that he was as tall as my guy. He had brown hair and brown eyes and he looked like he didn’t enjoy shaving a lot. He cupped my tits and pinched my nipples hard.
“I love big natural tits,” he said and grabbed my ponytail. “I also love blowjobs and I’ve been told that you give a good one. On your knees.”
He pulled my hair downwards and I had no option but to obey. I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was already semi-erect and very thick. As I wrapped my lips around it and started teasing it with my tongue I could feel it growing in my mouth. I’d been prepared to hate this guy, but his cock tasted so good. My mouth was open wide and I could only just fit him inside. I fantasised about how good he’d be in my cunt.
“Mmmm,” said a voice from the door. “I see the party’s already started.”
“Oh yeah,” Eric replied. “She’s such a good cock sucker! Don’t stop babe! Take me deep!”
My guy undressed and kneeled behind me. He started kneading my tits, pinching my nipples hard and pulling them. I could feel his cock hardening against my ass. I started wondering how and when he was going to take me, and I didn’t have to think about it for long.
“Babe,” he whispered in my ear, “get on all four so that I can fuck you from behind.”
I let go of Eric’s cock and dropped my upper body forward, parting my legs to give him plenty of access to my hungry cunt. Eric dropped to his knees in front of me, grabbed my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth. I was no longer sucking him as much as he was fucking my mouth. He had a tight hold of my head and his hips were moving back and forth with vigour now. Then I felt the sweet sensation of that wonderful cock in my cunt again. My dreams and fantasies of the last 18 months had all been true. He filled me so completely. Just by penetrating me he nearly gave me an orgasm.
I struggled for breath as Eric fucked my throat, but this only intensified all other feelings. My guy was pinching my nipples and pulling my tits in opposite directions as he started slamming in and out my generously lubricated cunt. Eric’s pace increased and I tried to move my tongue around. Soon I felt a jet against the back of my throat and Eric pulled out, continuing to squirt his cum all over my face. I smiled happily and then I came. I cried out and my cunt spasmed around the powerful shaft that was boning me so hard from behind.
My guy pulled out and dragged me with him to the bed. He lay down and I climbed on top of him. My cunt was gaping wide as he’d only just vacated it and it felt wonderful to welcome him back inside as I straddled his juicy cock. He asked Eric for a towel and he wiped the cum off my face before he pulled me down, crushing my tits against his chest and ravaging my mouth with his tongue.
I was busy enjoying my delicious fuck when I felt something cold against my ass. Then my anus was filled with gel and I knew what was going to happen next. I’d taken several guys up my ass in the last 18 months and I was starting to enjoy it. But never before had they been as thick as Eric’s cock and I’d never tried double penetration. I shuddered with excitement as I felt the pressure of Eric’s shaft against my back passage. My guy held me still and pulled my buttocks wide apart as Eric slowly inched entered me with his enormous head.
I moaned out loud. The pleasure and pain combination was out of this world. I could hardly breathe, my whole being was concentrated on the two cocks that were fighting for space in my two neighbouring holes. And then I suddenly felt that they were both buried in me, balls deep.
“Ooooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssss,” I cried out, lost in the depravity of the situation. “Fuck me!!!!”
The guys laughed and then they obliged. Pretty soon we had a rhythm going and our moans and grunts filled the cabin. I didn’t last long before I came again, but my muscular spasms only slowed the guys down momentarily. They soon kept fucking me. Eric started kneading my tits from behind and I looked down at my guy. I could tell he was close to cumming and I let myself go again. As my moan got louder and the pressure on his cock increased he groaned and started shooting his load deep inside me.
Eric stopped fucking my ass long enough for my guy to pull out of my cunt and get in front of me. I started licking my juices off his cock as Eric’s pace in my ass picked up. Now that he was alone in my holes he could move much faster. My ass was tight around his prick and I could tell from his grunts that he was enjoying it. His hand reached for my clit and soon I felt a finger moving between my battered pussy opening and my swollen clit. I started sucking my guy and his cock was soon as hard as before. I worked his cock with my hands, my tongue and my lips and he tasted so good. I sucked his balls and then sucked his cock back in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I don’t know how long we fucked like that, but like an expert Eric managed to get me to climax again as he was ready to cum. As soon as his fingers set me off he grunted and shot his second load of the night into my ass. I could feel his cock twitching inside my anus and it set off a second wave of that orgasm. I cried out my passion around the cock in my mouth.
Eric pulled out slowly and said something to my guy about getting cleaned up. My guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to get on my back. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up on his shoulders and then he buried his cock in my cunt again. I was absolutely spent and didn’t think I could manage another orgasm that night, but the position I was in increased the friction between us and his constant pounding against my clit soon had me on fire again.
He leaned forward and kissed me, pushing my legs down and my ass up. I could feel the cum running out of my ass, my juices and his previous load slurping out of my cunt. I’d never felt so dirty in my life and I was loving it.
“Please, please,” I panted. “I gotta cum. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Not yet,” he encouraged me. “Just hold it back a little while longer.”
He increased the pace. He was pumping me like a man possessed and his sweat was dripping from his brow onto my face. He slammed inside me. The night air was filled with the wet sounds of our fucking. Then when I thought I was going to go insane if I had to hold back any longer he started moaning.
My most powerful orgasm of the night had my body shuddering violently and I cried at the top of my lungs. I could feel his cum shooting inside of me and it kept my orgasm going. Soon we collapsed next to each other and he lit a cigarette, offering me one.
“Wanna go skinny dipping?” he asked once he’d caught his breath.
“Yes,” I panted back.
We could hardly walk, but we helped each other out and I felt dirty, slutty and incredibly sexy with all the cum running down my legs. We were greeted by Eric who was swimming around in the lake.
“Finally! What took you so long?”
My guy laughed. “I’m not into quick fucks anymore. I want to take time to enjoy them.”
“Well, we better get going now or my wife is going to get suspicious,” Eric reminded my guy.
He looked at his watch and agreed. They started moving out of the lake and I followed them. My guy turned around.
“You can swim a little bit longer. I’m just taking Eric home. I’ll be back in the morning.”
In the time it took for those words to sink in the guys had already gathered their clothes and moved towards the pickup truck.
“In the morning?” I shouted out.
“Yeah,” he replied. “You better get some sleep because we have a lot of fucking left to do.”
With those words he left me. I couldn’t believe it. Tomorrow was going to be Sunday and I was supposed to meet Jason and his parents at their country club for lunch. But I was without clothes and without a phone. How was I ever going to explain this? I knew I should feel guilty thinking of Jason, but I realised that I didn’t. All I could think of was the owner of that magnificent cock. I lay down on the bed and I could smell the marathon fuck that had taken place there earlier. I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of thick cocks.
The next morning I had to relieve myself behind the same bush again and then I went for a morning swim. On my way back to the cabin after my second lap of the lake I saw two people on the beach. They were getting undressed and entering the water. I recognised my guy, and he was accompanied by a short and stocky man with long hair in a ponytail. Normally I wouldn’t be attracted to him, but he was standing with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly and it was massive. As I swam up to him he grabbed me and held me by my armpits. My guy entered the water and the stocky guy changed his grip to cup my tits.
“Hey babe,” said my guy with a grin on his face. “I thought you’d escaped. This is Lonnie. I promised him a piece of your ass for setting up the cameras in the cabin for last night. You don’t mind, do you?”
I was beyond caring and shook my head. My guy laughed and grabbed my legs. As Lonnie played with my tits he started eating my cunt and I cried out with joy when I felt his tongue between my pussy lips. His tongue travelled up and down my slit and then he started finger fucking me. He knew all the right buttons to push and with Lonnie’s pinching and pulling of my nipples I came in record time. The guys carried me up on the beach where I straddled my wonderful cock and he slid straight inside my slippery canal. Lonnie was right behind me with the gel and soon his massive cock was making its way up my back passage. The three of us fucked with fervour. Ever so often I saw movement in the bushes and I didn’t care whether it was humans or animals. All I cared about was my next orgasm. I came once. I came twice. By the time I was ready for my third orgasm I felt Lonnie emptying his balls in my ass and that set me off again. A third cunt spasm was all that my guy could take because he shot his load inside me then.
As soon as Lonnie had pulled out of my ass he jumped up on a motorbike and drove off. The two of us lay panting on the grass.
“You’re still a great fuck, babe,” he smiled. “I should’ve come back sooner.”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked.
“Oh, shit happened and one thing led to another and before I knew it all that time had passed.”
“I’m engaged now,” I said and waved my ring finger at him.
“Yeah, I know,” he grinned at me. “And yet you’re as anxious as ever to fuck me.”
“You’re a good fuck too,” I answered and he laughed in reply.
“Oh, I spun by your place this morning and picked some stuff up for you. That shack behind the cabin is a makeshift shower. You might want to clean yourself up before we go back.”
I took the back he’d pointed at and it was full of my toiletries as well as a beautiful summer dress, shoes, and sensible underwear. I had a quick shower and when I came out I realised that he must have cleaned himself up in the lake. He was dressed in a clean white shirt and beige slacks. He’d shaved and combed his hair back. He scrubbed up quite nicely. He reminded me of someone but I couldn’t figure out who. It was probably himself!
I thought he was going to take me home, but instead he drove me straight to Jason’s parents’ country club. I got sick with worry, but didn’t dare say a word after one look from him. When we reached the country club I saw Jason and his parents exiting his dad’s BMW. I wanted to die when I saw the worried look on Jason’s face, and then the puzzlement as he saw me in the pickup. My brain was working overtime, trying to think of an explanation. Jason helped me out of the truck, but instead of speaking to me, he turned to my companion.
“Jim? What are you doing here? Why did you bring Marie?”
Jim? JIM? As in Jason’s brother Jim? I was flabbergasted and couldn’t utter a word.
“Marie and I are old friends,” said Jim. “We ran into each other last night and we’ve been catching up with each other and reminiscing about the good old times.”
Jason looked at me and I nodded.
“You could’ve struck me over with a feather when I realised that she was my little brother’s fiancée.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you knew my brother?” Jason demanded.
“She didn’t know I was your brother,” Jim saved me again. “She knew me back when I’d decided to use granddad’s surname to make it in business on my own. I just never told her that I’d changed it back.”
We were joined by Jason and Jim’s parents who thought it was a wonderful coincidence. I think I played the perfect daughter-in-law that lunch because I didn’t have any views about anything. I was still too stunned by the revelations, and too confused about what the future might hold. I was engaged with one brother, but I lusted for the other.
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