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Heartbroken............................(Must Read)I've always heard that most of us only use forty to fifty percent of our brain power. I'm not sure that's true. I think that for the most part we just wander through our lives on autopilot until something shocks us into awareness and then we process with almost awesome efficiency.Let's look at my situation in particular: I had the day off and decided to do something nice for my wife, Natalie. I decided to surprise her at work with flowers and take her out to lunch. Nat and I work in the same law firm. I'm a paralegal and she's a secretary. I walked into the outer office and didn't see her, but I heard voices form the inner office. I quietly opened the door in case they were involved in a meeting with a client. I'd just stick my head in the door, the way I'd done a thousand other times to see what they were up to and whether or not Nat was even there. If they were busy, I'd just excuse myself and either wait for her or come back later.I guess I was too quiet because they didn't even hear me. Our boss, Gunner Sterling, had his pants down around his ankles and he was thrusting his dick in and out of my wife as hard and as fast as he could. He was sweating and grunting with each thrust. Natalie had her legs spread and her hands on Gunner's hips. She was flat on her back on his massive desk lifting her pussy up to match his every stroke and hissing, "Fuck me, fuck me harder."That was the part where I started using all of my brain power and it still wasn't enough. I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights watching them for a while. Finally, my shock wore off and anger took over. I threw the door the rest of the way open and moved into the room."Get off of her, asshole!" I screamed."Take your clothes off," he said. "You can go next. I've got enough left over for you too. I've been wondering what it would be like to have both of you." Surprisingly, neither of them stopped what they were doing. Gunner looked at me as he pumped Natalie, but Nat was too far gone to stop."I'm almost there," she said. I threw the flowers in her face and turned to walk out."Wait, don't go," Nat said. "We need to talk about this.""There's nothing to talk about, Natalie," I replied."Baby, this doesn't mean anything; it's just sex," she said. "I was curious, that's all.""Yeah," said Gunner. "It's no big deal.""Gunner, I quit," I said. As I slammed the door behind me and ran out of the office, it was all I could do not to cry. I made it all the way out to the parking lot and got into my car before my emotions got the better of me and I let the tears roll down my cheeks as my body was wracked with sobs. As I cried, I wondered how Nat could do this to me. We'd been together for so long and had made so many sacrifices just to be together. Our wedding alone was a perilous and heartbreaking affair as each of our families had pretty much disowned us afterward.My family and I had always been close and I guess I was probably my dad's favorite. I'd grown up in a middle class neighborhood as part of a fairly good family. I met Natalie in high school and we instantly became friends. Originally, there were three of us, but the third member of the trio, Melanie Wright, started dating and didn't have much time for us. That had been a blow because we used to always hang out at Mel's house back then. Her parents were everything I wanted mine to be like. Her dad and I were especially close. He often gave me advice on how to handle certain situations I found myself in with teachers or peers.When high school ended, Melanie was already in love with Bobby Bradley. They were going to the same college and getting married soon afterward. I hadn't even had one relationship throughout the four years that separated c***dhood from adulthood and wondered why. I was very popular and had been asked out a lot of times but had never accepted. I'd even turned down some of the cheerleaders. They just seemed to be overly prissy to me. Besides, there wasn't anyone at that school that I'd rather spend time with than Nat anyway.So when it came time for the prom and we showed up together, no one batted an eyelash. There were some "I told you so," expressions and a few weird smiles but no one really cared.Our experiences in college were even less dramatic. Everyone was so busy experimenting, finding their own path towards adulthood and becoming a contributing member of society that no one really cared about us. After a few guys had asked Natalie out and been turned down people just accepted that we were together even though we hadn't formally announced anything. After college, we both got jobs to pay the rent while we tried to settle into our careers. Natalie had soon secured a job as a secretary, while I still had two more years of school in order to become a paralegal.As soon as I got done with school, I started interviewing with different lawyers and firms. Of all the places I interviewed, I thought that I had the best possible future with Gunner. He was an associate with one of the biggest law firms in the city, was on the fast track to becoming a partner and was more ambitious than the law allowed. I saw Gunner moving from law into politics and beyond. If I could hitch my wagon to his star, I'd do well.Six months after I started working for Gunner, his secretary just quit. Gunner wanted me to interview the potential candidates for her replacement. In our office, secretaries only did clerical work. They typed papers, made phone calls and made coffee. My job was to handle all of the things that required knowledge of the law, that Gunner didn't have time for. I did research, I looked up case files that might have a bearing on cases we working on and I drew up papers.Hiring a secretary was technically outside of my job description, but it only went to show how much faith Gunner had in me. I wanted to do the best job possible. Did it hurt that the best possible candidate happened to be my own wife? Not to me. And Gunner seemed to like Natalie as soon as she walked in the door. He looked at me and said, "You made a great choice."Natalie is tall, but very petite. She has short golden blonde hair and is always smiling. Her brown eyes seem to light up every room she steps into. She has a very outgoing personality and can usually be counted on to be the life of any party. Gunner and she became the closest of friends almost immediately. Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe I should have seen what would happen between them from the beginning. Maybe all of this is my fault; if I'd never given Nat the job, she would still be mine.I started the Jeep and drove back home. Almost as soon as I got the car moving my phone rang. I looked at the screen on my iPhone and saw that it was Nat calling. I didn't bother to answer it. As soon as I got to our apartment I started throwing my clothes and personal items into duffel bags, gym bags, plastic bags, garbage bags and anything else I could find. Every time I got a couple of bags ready I ran back downstairs and loaded them into my Jeep. I got all of my clothes, my toiletries and personal items into the Jeep. I still had room for electronics and my computer. I put my laptop on the front seat where it would be safe and went back into the apartment for another load.I unplugged my flat screen from the cable box and realized that I'd either need help or a cart to move it. If I put the back seats down and put it on top of my clothes to give a soft surface to rest on I could easily get it in the back. I called downstairs and the building manager was only too happy to loan me a dolly to move it with. Unfortunately, he couldn't help me move it because of his bad back. I got the TV onto the dolly and rolled it down the hall and into the elevator in less time than it takes to talk about it. I gingerly tilted the TV onto the lip of the Jeep's rear section and grabbed the bottom to kick the dolly out from under it. I took a deep breath and tried to summon some of the anger I'd felt when I saw my boss fucking my wife. It worked. My rage gave me more than enough strength to lift the TV and slide it into the back of the Jeep. I decided to take one last look around the apartment to make sure I hadn't left anything I could do without. I grabbed a few more knickknacks and was doing a final sweep when she walked in. She took one look at me and burst into tears."So this is the way you handle our problems?" she screamed. "You just grab your shit and slink off somewhere?" I didn't say a word. I was too close to tears myself."What ever happened to loving me all the days your life, so long as you shall live?" she asked tearfully. That did it. The bitch was trying to use our marriage vows against ME, after what she'd just done?"Whatever happened to keeping yourself only unto ME?" I shot right back."I was doing it FOR us," she said, trying to get closer to me."How is fucking Gunner doing something for us?" I spat."If you'd just calm down and let me explain this, you'd understand," she said."No need to calm down," I told her. "I'm calm now. I've had a chance to think about everything. You'd be surprised at how things click into place when you're going through someone's stuff while you're packing so you can get the fuck away from them.""What are you talking about?" she asked."Gunner wasn't the first man you've cheated on me with, was he?" I asked. She couldn't meet my eyes. "There's no need to deny it, Nat; I found your fucking birth control pills. We both know that you don't need them with me.""But it was just curiosity," she parried."Bullshit, Natalie!" came my riposte. "You used that line on me when we were in college. You tried out a few guys back then because you were curious, remember? I was the one who came into our relationship a virgin. You had your chance to experiment. You said it was for both of us.""It was and so is this," she said. "We've been talking about having a baby, right?"I started laughing then. "Let me guess, you were only doing it for the baby, right? How the fuck is Gunner supposed to get you pregnant while you're on the pill? Tell me Nat, woman I've loved for most of my life. Do you know how it feels to hear the woman you love begging some guy to fuck her?""But..." she began."Save it," I said. "I'm leaving. I don't want to talk anymore. I'm too hurt and too angry. I might say something you'll regret.""Gunner wants you to come back to work," she said. "He wants us to all sit down and talk about this like rational adults.""Fuck Gunner," I countered. "Wait, you already did, that's why we're here. He's not the only lawyer in town. I'll call you tomorrow to let you know who I get.""If you're getting a job with another law firm, let me know when they get an opening for me," she said. "I've liked us working together. I wouldn't like not seeing you for most of the day again.""Natalie, you're not going to be seeing me at all," I said. "I'm getting another lawyer to handle my side of the divorce.""We are not getting a fucking divorce," she snapped suddenly. "We are going to be together forever, just like we've always fucking said. This is bad, I know. I was wrong and I'm sorry, but this is not the end of us. I won't let it be. If I have to bankrupt both of us, I'll fight it."I slammed the door and just walked out. She opened it behind me and ran screaming down the hall. "Jill, I love you! Please don't leave me!"* * * * * *Mason Wright"Mason, your eleven o'clock appointment is here."My secretary's voice over the intercom pulled me away from my thoughts. I shook my head and silently laughed at myself. It had been five years last week and I still found myself daydreaming about my wife. I'd taken two years off after she'd died. I originally wanted a year off, but found that even after a year, I just wasn't ready to resume life again. Three years later, I still found myself just going through the motions. Almost every time I ended up with time on my hands, I found myself wondering what she'd think about this or that. I also wondered why.They always say that flying is the safest way to travel. I'd heard all of the bullshit statistics. The man from the airlines told me that last year alone there were over 34,000 deaths from auto accidents, but from 1982 to the present there have been only 364 deaths to people flying in airplanes. That's three hundred and sixty four people over thirty years for airplanes versus thirty four thousand every year for cars. It really doesn't matter, though, when one of those people is the person you intended to spend the rest of your life with. When your mind and all of your senses are used to a person, the numbers cease to hold any relevance. When your muscle memory is accustomed to wrapping your arms around a soft, warm form in the middle of the night, the numbers become lies. When...."Should I send her in?" Anne's voice burst from the intercom yet again, preventing me from returning to my thoughts."Yes, Anne," I replied, "Send her in."I tried to smile. I wanted to give my potential new client the sense that I could help her. It's a funny thing, no matter how much experience you have, clients tend to believe that you're a better lawyer or whatever if you're smiling when you first meet. Perhaps projecting sadness or unhappiness with your own life indicates an inability to help them with theirs.The door opened slowly, almost cautiously, and my mouth dropped open immediately. "Good morning..." I began before the words found themselves stuck in my throat and I started to smile. I got up and rushed across the room to shake hands but somehow the friendly professional handshake became a hug and she started crying and hugging me even closer. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but when the person you're hugging is Jill Black...It's a problem. Well actually there were two problems and they were pretty fucking big ones."Jill, what's wrong?" I asked her. "I'm so sorry, honey; I didn't know that it was you. I thought it was just another client.""I didn't know it was you, either, Mr. Wright," she sobbed, "but I am a client.""What's wrong, Jilly?" I asked. "What do you need me to do?""I need a divorce," she said. She could barely keep the tears from falling. I could tell that she was really upset."Jill have you had lunch yet today?" I asked. She shook her head, sending a torrent of inky black waves falling over her shoulders. Her bottom lip stuck out like a petulant c***d's and again I thought about all of the frustration that she must have given hundreds of teenaged boys early on, not to mention full-grown men in later years. I stood up and grabbed her hand."We're going to lunch and you can tell me about it," I said. "Everything seems to feel better when you share it with someone. Plus it's harder to be miserable on a full stomach. Didn't I teach you that when you were sixteen and trying to learn how to drive?""You mean when I destroyed my neighbor's fence and scratched my dad's car and you helped me rebuild the fence because he wouldn't?" she asked, smiling. I just nodded. An hour later, after putting away an order of fillet medallions each at Texas Roadhouse, Jill was ready to talk."Okay, Jill, why do you need a divorce?" I asked. "Start from the beginning and tell me everything."She told me a story that I hadn't heard. Jill and Natalie had been my daughter, Melanie's best friends before she got married and moved on with her life. My daughter and I were still close, so I'd have to tell her that I'd run into Jill. Of course I couldn't talk about the specifics or anything about Jill's case if there did turn out to be one. But I could mention that I'd seen her.Of the three girls, Jill was the most unforgettable. My own daughter Melanie was the pretty girl-next-door type. Natalie was the tall, thin model type. And Jill was like something out of playboy, but she just didn't seem to understand what she had. Natalie's body was almost boyish with her slim hips and tiny breasts. It was her personality more than anything else that brought people flocking to her. Melanie was pretty much in the middle; she had a nice body and was proud of it. Jill, though, had to have worn a double-D bra in high school. She was slim but curvy and even my wife had commented on her body. She used to joke that Jill's boobs came into the room two minutes before she did and her ass was still there two minutes after she left.Jill could probably have driven the boys crazy but she seemed to hold onto that tom boyish thing for a lot longer than you'd have expected. It wasn't that she went out and played football or anything ? she was extremely feminine ? it was just that long after she should have started chasing boys (or at least letting them catch her) she still preferred to hang out with Mel and Nat. There were a lot of frustrated boys back then.I tried not to react when Jill explained to me that she and Natalie had actually grown up, stayed together and gotten married. Our state was one of the first to allow same-sex marriages and they'd taken advantage of it. Things had gone great except for a few run-ins with narrow-minded people. Sure, they'd had their ups and downs like most young couples, but until yesterday when Jill had walked in and found Natalie fucking a man, her life had been great."Jill, divorce is a really big step," I said. "Are you sure there's no other way to handle this?"She shook her head. "I thought about this all night Mr. Wright. Natalie has been lying to me for a long time. There's no way I want to go back to that.""What about counseling?" I asked."Won't work," she said. "Counseling is only good when both parties believe there's a chance to save the relationship and are willing to work at it. I'm not.""I'm just asking the questions the way any lawyer would," I replied."And I appreciate it," she smiled, flipping all of that dark hair out of her eyes. "Most people act like we're some kind of oddities.""Okay, we're going to have to go over your financials and decide what you'd like to have happen," I said."So you'll take my case?" she asked excitedly."Was there ever any doubt?" I returned."Mr. Wright..." she began."We're both adults now, Jill. You can call me Mason," I said."Mason, you were always special to me, but you'll never believe how many people turned their back on us when Nat and I decided that we wanted to be together. Her family, my family and a lot of our old friends won't have anything to do with us." She looked at me and lowered her eyes a bit."That was how I lost you," she said."What do you mean?" I asked."Well towards the end of high school, some of the k**s had noticed that Nat and I were very close. They started to make comments and jokes about it. Melanie kind of distanced herself from us then. I can't say that I blamed her. High school was all about fitting in. But when she stopped hanging out with us, I didn't get to see you or ask you for advice anymore."She put her head down as if she was trying to hide her face when she said, "I think I missed you more than I missed her."* * * * * *NatalieThe past three days have been hell. I woke up this morning feeling like spiders were crawling over my body. There were no spiders, it was only Gunner. He'd slept over with me last night since he didn't have to worry about Jill coming home. He was slowly trying to squeeze his fingers into my pussy. The problem was that I wasn't in the mood and what he was doing hurt. He didn't care."It might get wet if you were to lick it a little bit," I said."No chance, babe," he smirked. "I'll eat you out as soon as you start sucking my dick. So get out some lube."Gunner knew that there was a bigger chance of monkeys flying out of my ass than me sucking his dick. For all that a penis came in handy when I was in a certain mood, there was no way I was putting one in my mouth."I'm not in the mood, Gunner," I said icily."I am," he said with the exact same amount of frost in his voice. "If I wanted to lie in bed with a woman who wasn't putting out, I'd go home and sleep with my wife. Now let's get to it. Usually these things resolve themselves in about a week. Jill will probably call you by tomorrow so the two of you can talk. By the weekend, the two of you will be back together and she'll have you on a tight leash. So we may as well get all of the sex we can in while her panties are still in a bunch."I thought about it for a second and just looked at him."It's because we're guys," he smirked. "Although you're the prettiest guy I've ever seen. Usually, the woman in a relationship is the one who's always talking about romance and emotions and feeling and all of that bullshit. The guys are the ones who understand that you can have sex with people and not want to spend the rest of your life with them. Guys understand that sometimes sex is just sex. That's why you're the guy in your relationship.""Doesn't fucking another guy make you a fag?" I asked. His face darkened for a brief second and then he smiled."Well between the two of us, I was hoping that we could get Jill involved in this," he smirked. "Her body is incredible. She has those huge tits and that juicy round ass. I get excited just thinking about putting a baby in that tight little tummy of hers.""You're wasting your fucking time," I spat. "Jill has never had sex with a man in her entire life. You won't be her first and you're probably going to be my last.""So what about our threesome?" he whined."I don't think it's going to happen," I said. "You should have seen how hurt and how angry she was. If you hadn't told me how to handle things with her, I'd probably have tracked her down and started begging her for forgiveness. I miss her a lot.""Get real," he smirked. "You don't miss her. You just miss her tongue in your pussy. You don't really care who you fuck as long as you get off. And right now you're getting used to fucking me so you want something different, that's all. We're the same, that's why we get along so well."I snorted my disagreement. He rolled over on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his weight. He moved up until his rapidly swelling dick was against my mound. "We're not doing it," I said."Why not?" he asked with a smirk on his mouth as if I'd said something funny."Because you just sat there and told me how much you wanted to fuck Jill, that's why," I spat. "You make it seem like I'm just someone to fuck until you can get her."He leaned down and started licking my nipples. He smiled even more when they failed to rise."I told you, I'm not in the mood," I said."That's too bad," he said, smiling even more. He forced my legs apart and aimed the head of his dick right at my opening. Then he roughly pushed forward. It hurt badly, but he didn't seem to care."Oww, God damn it!" I shrieked. He pushed forward again and it felt like my pussy was burning. The friction of him pushing himself inside of me with no lubrication was torture."There's a tube of lube in the desk drawer," I screamed."We don't need no stinking lube," he smirked."I'll get it," I said. "It'll be better." He backed off and let me get the tube. I smeared it over both his dick and my vagina.He pushed himself back inside me and then began fucking me. From the smile on his face he was enjoying himself. I looked at him and wondered what was wrong with him. My legs splayed open on either side of him and he just pumped away at me oblivious to the fact that I wasn't actively participating."Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked, thinking I'd shame him into stopping."Yep," he said. "I love fucking your tight little pussy. I could do this all day and I might.""But don't you..." I began."Don't I care that you're not into it?" he asked. "Why should I? I don't love you. This is just sex. Isn't that what you told Jill? So I don't care whether you get off or not, as long as I do."He grabbed my hands and roughly pulled them up over my head and started just pounding on me like I was only a piece of meat. I recognized the look that he got on his face when he was about to cum and figured that at least it was over with but he had a surprise in store for me. He hunched forwards until his knees pinned my arms to the bed."Come on Baby," I crooned. "Don't hold it back. You can cum in me.""I know," he said. "But this is more fun." With my arms pinned, he grabbed my face with his hands and scooted up further. He pulled my mouth open and forced the head of his dick between my lips."If you bite me, I'll punch you in the face harder than you've ever felt in your life," he hissed. He kept roughly forcing his dick in and out of my mouth. I wanted to gag but couldn't. Then he shot his first blast of sperm into my mouth. He laughed and pulled his dick out and shot his second blast all over my face. It went everywhere. There was sperm in my eyes and all over my face. I wanted to throw up. I felt sick. I tried to wipe my face but he still had my arms pinned.He reached over onto the bedside table and retrieved his cell phone. He took several pictures of my face covered in his sperm and then got up."Nice pictures, huh?" he said. "Next time you try to tell me no, remember what just happened. I could send these pictures to anyone, anywhere. You probably wouldn't care but I'm sure there's someone, somewhere that you'd be embarrassed to have see them."I sputtered and tried to wipe his spunk off of my face."Wipe your face before you come in to work," he smirked. "You look like a whore. I wonder what all of those people who think you're not into men would think." His chuckles followed him into my bathroom where I heard him showering.A few minutes later he was done and dressed for the office. "Remember if my stupid wife calls today, I'm still out of town," he said. "And get your ass in gear; you're going to be late."I slowly got out of bed. My legs ached from him forcing them apart. My arms ached from him pressing his bony knees into them to keep me from fighting him off. My pussy was bruised and red. Suddenly, this wasn't fun any longer. I thought back to what he'd told me about how Jill would stay angry at me for a week or so and then we could talk. I'd say I was sorry a lot and suck up to her for a while and things would be fine. I believed him. Not because he'd said it, but because it was amazingly like what my dad had done to my mom over and over again when I was growing up. I loved my mom and my dad, but dad never had a secretary that he didn't fuck. Maybe that was why I was so messed up myself.I guess I saw myself as being in the role my dad played and Jill as being like my mom. I'd go out and get all of the sex I craved and Jill's job would be to love me and forgive me. Our marriage was no different than anyone else's. At least I could say though that I'd never fucked any woman other than Jill. Every time I cheated on her, it was always with men. Maybe I was bisexual. I loved women and fucked men.But Gunner was right about one thing. I was really missing Jill at that moment. Jill's gentle touch and soft caresses were really what I needed right then. I was getting wet just thinking about her giving me a bath and then putting me to bed and putting her head where it belonged, right between my legs while I did the same to her. She could wipe that asshole Gunner completely out of my memory. Just as I got into thinking about Jill and reached for my special place the doorbell rang. I grabbed a robe and opened the door. I started to pull the robe tighter but as I opened the door, I stopped. I let the sash drop from my fingers and the robe started to gape open. I smiled at the young woman standing there. She was beautiful, tall and on the thin side, just like me. She did have larger breasts, but who didn't? She had a clipboard with all kinds of file folders on it. She was chewing gum and she just looked bored."You, um, Natalie Perry?" she asked. I nodded."Got any ID?" she continued."Of course," I said. "Please come in." I was hoping to get her inside the apartment. "What's this about?""It's all, routine," she said. I let the türbanlı sivas escort robe fall totally open, as I turned and showed her my driver's license."Oh, God!" she cried. "I think I threw up on my fucking gum. Put some clothes on lady, shit, here," she said handing me a folder."What's this?" I asked."You've been served," she said. "And my eyeballs have been scorched. I'm gonna' have to go fuck some random guy just to get my equilibrium back. Gross."I stood there in the doorway, stunned. I opened the folder and there they were; freshly minted divorce papers. Jill was trying to divorce me. She wasn't sitting somewhere crying over me, she wasn't working her way through her hurt and coming back to me, she was done. In a way that my mother had never been strong enough to do, Jill was moving on in her life without me. I'd never been one for emotional outbursts or anything like that, but this time was different. I slumped to the floor with the robe still gaping open and the door open and wondered where I'd gone wrong. Did Jill have someone else? Was she somewhere with another woman, even as I sat there trying not to cry? As I slumped there on the floor, a young couple from down the hallway walked past on their way to the elevator. The guy couldn't help staring at my nearly naked body, but his girlfriend quickly reined him in."Take your eyes off of that whore," she spat. "It's not going to do you any good. You know she's a dyke, anyway." She glared at me angrily.It took me a while to pull myself together. It just goes to show you that no matter how confident you are in how you play the game, you can be beaten. It really doesn't take much to upset the apple cart. One bored looking woman had shifted all of the paradigms of my life just by getting me to sign for a folder of documents that I really didn't want. The worst part of it all was the fact that I'd caused it myself.I'd gone through my life thus far always knowing that I was a step ahead of everyone I ran into. I'm young, I'm attractive and I'm hungry for everything I can possibly experience. I know that there's nothing wrong with that, but at the same time I was smart enough to know that I needed to be grounded and have something to fall back on when it all goes to hell, and Jill had always been that. I realized early on that most men are jerks; you simply can't count on them. I love my dad more than I can ever express, but he was and is a jerk. He cheated on my mom constantly. Even now that I'm grown up, he's a jerk. As soon as he found out that I'm a carpet-muncher as he called me, he turned his back on me.I guess I got my sex-drive from my dad, but I'm a little bit more varied in my tastes. I like men and women alike. But no matter whom I'm having sex with, I know that there's a difference between love and sex. I love Jill. Sexually, she's kind of stunting. She isn't into toys or rough sex or role playing; everything with her had always been tender and loving. But sometimes I just needed more variety than that. Jill has always been my best friend, the kind of person that you could count on no matter what. She was always in my corner, right or wrong. And, when I think of my life fifty years from now, I like imagining us as those two little old ladies sitting on the porch in their rocking chairs. Of course, no one will ever imagine that those two old ladies aren't sitting there rocking away their waning years remembering their glory days with their husbands. Nor will they suspect that those two old ladies go inside their house and fuck like bunnies every night. But now that future was in jeopardy.I'd known that Jill wasn't stupid and that someday she might find out what I was doing. I mean, she'd already found out shortly after we gave ourselves to each other on her twentieth birthday. We'd always been close up until then. We were best friends for most of our lives and got even closer when Melanie stopped hanging out with us. I really believe that Melanie started to feel like a fifth wheel and that the talk about us got to her. But after Mel moved on, Jill and I got even closer.Lots of boys tried to separate us. They especially wanted Jill, even though I was the outgoing one. They all wanted to get their hands on her tits. Those things are like boy magnets, but they were destined to be mine. When we finally gave in to the tension that had been building between us for years and made love, there was no turning back. We'd both been struggling emotionally for years. I'd already made out with a few boys but found it unsatisfying, mostly because they were too rough, too quick and too selfish. I loved what Jill and I did.Jill, on the other hand, was a mystery. She'd been telling me for years that there was a boy she liked, but she could never have him. Since he was off-limits, she'd tried to find someone else that made her feel as loved as he did, and I was it. So the two of us were together for clearly different reasons but we worked. Jill was with me for the love I made her feel and I was in it for the sex and the security, but we worked ? until now. Now I had well and truly fucked up and lost her.I had not one but two plans for handling this situation. The first was the same one I used in college when she found out that I'd had sex with a guy after we got together. She'd gotten angry at me and broken things off. We spent a little bit of time apart and finally we ran into each other and spoke. I cried my eyes out and told her how much I missed her. I told her that I'd only done it because I wanted to be sure. I told her that what we were doing was going to be a very long, very hard road and that we shouldn't start on that journey together if we weren't sure. I'd tried out a guy, just to handle my curiosity about what having sex with a man was like and it hadn't been anywhere near as good as what we did. That wasn't exactly true, I actually liked both. I actually just liked sex, men and women were simply different flavors.At any rate, Jill, like my mother did with my dad, forgave me and we were back together without any problems until now. This time I ran the 'it's only sex' thing on her and she didn't bite. So I tried my other plan. I told her that I was only fucking Gunner so he could get me pregnant. We'd been ? actually, she'd been ? talking about having k**s, so I thought it might work. Unfortunately, the bitch had gone through my stuff and found my birth control pills so she didn't buy that either. For the first time that I can remember, I felt alone.Gunner doesn't give a rat's ass about me. He just wants to fuck me. If he didn't have me he'd have to pay hookers. Gunner's sex drive is probably even greater than mine and his wife can't come anywhere near satisfying him. That said; he also needs his wife. Her family connections will pave the way for the political career he dreams of, so he gets what he needs outside their marriage. When we first got together, it seemed perfect. We both had a lot to lose so neither one of us could dare risk getting stupid. We'd only gotten together once or twice a month, usually if either Jill or I had the day off. If I took the day off, I'd call Jill and tell her how much I missed her and how much I loved her, then I'd meet Gunner in a motel. If Jill had the day off, then Gunner and I just did the nasty right there in his office. It worked really well, until it didn't and we got caught.Since then, Gunner has been using me like his personal whore. He's made me do things that I just plain don't like. He's made me suck his dick and then shot all over my face. He's fucked me anally several times lately and I hate that. It's painful and I don't enjoy it at all. In fact, what he seems to enjoy the most is that I don't like it. The worst part is the fact that even at work, he expects me to pick up the slack caused by Jill quitting until he gets another paralegal. The firm has decided to choose his staff for him from now on. His last two secretaries have left mysteriously; they just quit like Jill did. I guess the firm is trying to discover why he has such a high turnover. I don't think they have a clue of why Jill left. Jill herself isn't talking and she hasn't been back to the office since she walked out. She hasn't even come back to collect her personal items. I packed up all of her stuff and figured I'd give it to her when I next saw her. At the time, I'd been sure that it would happen, but it's almost like Jill has disappeared from the face of the earth.She didn't return my calls for the first week or so and I left her so many messages that I filled up her voice mail. Obviously, she wasn't listening to them if the mailbox was full. After that she changed her phone number and no one I spoke with knew the new number or if they did, they certainly weren't giving it to me. I finally managed to close the door and make it to the couch. I took a sleeping pill and just zonked out.* * * * * *Mason WrightIn the two weeks since Jill first walked into my office, we'd gotten together to work on her divorce three or four times. We hammered out a settlement agreement and scheduled a meeting with Natalie and her attorney, but hit several roadblocks along the way. The first came from the court system. No one, to my knowledge, had ever handled a divorce between two women. After all it had only been a little less than a year that same sex marriages were even legal in this state. No one really knew how to go about handling it, and I (for one) was grateful that there were no c***dren involved, because that would have been a nightmare.It's strange, but whereas most divorces are settled without courtroom battles and all the judge has to do is rubber stamp a settlement agreement that has been approved of by both parties, everyone seemed to want to see this case go before a judge. Perhaps it was just the weirdness of it. Perhaps they were thinking of using this case as a template for what would happen in the future, but I didn't see it that way. My goal was to wrap this up as quickly as possible and to minimize the pain and emotional trauma that Jill had to go through.Over the past two weeks it had been good to see her get over at least some of her pain. The most wonderful thing was that, when she came in yesterday to talk about what to expect at today's meeting, she smiled. It wasn't one of those 'I'm completely over my pain' smiles. It was even better. It was an 'I'm really glad to see you' smile. I have to admit that Jill and I have been recovering in parallel. As she works through her pain by focusing on moving forward, I've finally begun to get my head out of my ass over my wife's death and realize that she'd have wanted me to live and move on.This morning, as Jill stepped into my office, she took my breath away. Despite trying to think of her as that little girl whose hand I held through so many of life's ups and downs when she was younger, I found myself staring at her and I was ashamed of myself. She had dressed for the meeting in a blue dress that should be declared i*****l. It stopped about six inches below her knee, so it was perfectly appropriate for the meeting; the problem was the body that the dress was wrapped around. The dress seemed to emphasize the size and fullness of her breasts then it got tight around her tummy and roared outwards to capture the sweep of her hips. The mildly plunging neckline wouldn't have been an issue with a person who was less amply-endowed, but with Jill, her cleavage became the focal point of not only the dress but the room. All eyes were drawn to and locked into the valley between those breasts."Does this look okay?" she asked.I had to look away from her and take a few seconds to gather myself. Her smoky black hair was curled in ringlets that d****d over her shoulders. Her big innocent-looking blue eyes not only complimented the incredible dress but cut through the black curtain of hair startlingly. Her lips floored me. They were full and smiling and wore something I'd never seen before. Her lipstick was nowhere near a natural color, unless you were in a comic book. In fact, her lipstick was the same color as the dress. Those blue lips did something to me. Things only got worse below the neck. As much as I was trying to remain professional and remind myself that this woman was young enough to be my daughter, I couldn't look away from her breasts. There must have been a draft in the office though because I saw a shiver go through her and her nipples seemed to sprout out of nowhere. She reached down and pulled a tiny sweater out of the bag she was carrying. The sweater was waist length and very thin but it did offer another layer of coverage over her breasts and prevent her nipples from flashing everyone."You look stunning," I said."This old thing," she said, looking at me curiously. "Do I look stunning for the meeting, or stunning in general?" She held my glance and refused to look away. Luckily, Penny, my assistant came into the room and broke the tension. As we left the room to head for the meeting, I couldn't help but look at the incredible way that her waist tapered away from that sweater and formed an ass that was just mouth-watering. For the first time since my wife's death, I was looking at a woman as a woman. The problem was that the woman was my daughter's age and that she simply wasn't attracted to men. There was also the problem of professional ethics. In fact, if things went as planned, the ethics thing would probably come up very shortly.* * * * * *JillAs we drove towards the building that I'd worked in for the past three years, I felt weird. I was also kind of pissed. I was sitting in Penny's car as she drove us toward the meeting, as I was too nervous to drive myself. The funny thing about it all was that I hadn't given Natalie a single thought. I hadn't seen or accepted any communication from Natalie in over two weeks. Every day got easier to be without her. All of my feelings were coming from a different source.First, I was pissed because I was stuck in a car with Penny. Penny wasn't a bad person and she was really very professional. She kept asking me questions but skirting what she really wanted to ask me about. Penny is a legal secretary. She's very close to being a paralegal so she asked questions about classes, and so on, but from the way she looks at me I know that she wants to ask what it's like to be with another woman. She's curious about it. Since she's chunky and not very attractive, she's wondering ? since her relationships with men aren't very successful ? what it's like being with another woman.The problem is that she's barking up the wrong fucking tree. I can't really tell her anything because I don't know. All of the terms they use for what they think I am don't really apply to me. I'm not bisexual. I'm not a lesbian. Those are names or labels that just don't fit. I just see myself as a person.It's very complex. When I was a teenage girl, I fell in love with a person that I could never have, and I guess I just decided that if I couldn't have him, I'd follow his advice and wait for a person who made me feel the way that he did. Actually, he never knew it. We were talking about boys and he told me to wait for the boy who made me feel really special. He told me I'd know when I met him because I would just feel loved. He told me that teenaged girls fell in and out of love in a heartbeat but, no matter who I loved, I had to wait for someone who really loved me. The problem was that I vowed to wait for that man and I just never found him. So I settled for the first person who made me feel that way and HE turned out to be a HER.So, now that I'm divorcing HER, HE wandered back into my life ? or I wandered back into his ? and I found out that he wasn't as unattainable as previously thought. To me it seemed like fate. The problem was that he hadn't given me even a clue as to whether or not he could be interested in me. He'd taken me to lunch several times and been the rock I'd turned to for advice and even for comfort during this difficult period. In fact, he treated me the same way he did when I was a little girl. It almost seemed like back in the old days, when I was nine and fell off of my bike and skinned my knee, and he'd clean it and give me a band aid. He'd kiss the tip of his finger and then press it gently on the band aid and I'd feel invincible.I wished he'd kiss some areas on me now that I'm an adult and see if they felt the same way. So, even though it wasn't necessary for me to dress for this meeting, I bought a new dress. I was dressing for him. I needed to see if there was a reaction. When I walked into the room I could tell that he was gobsmacked.It was so cute. He was trying his damnedest not to look at me. So I asked him if I looked okay. He had trouble answering. He finally told me that I looked stunning. That was when everything flipped. It was the look he gave me more than anything else. All of a sudden, I was that little girl, and he was my friend's daddy again and I wanted him just as much. He was my knight in shining armor and I wanted to be rescued. He was again that man that none of the boys could equal. It wasn't that I'd gotten over Natalie any faster. It was just that I'd realized that Natalie had only been a stopgap. She'd been someone to take the place of the person I really wanted. The problem for me was that there were too many things that I didn't know about the boy/girl thing.Then Penny came along and cock-blocked me. She was cheerful and polite and thoroughly professional, but she was getting in my way. The worst moment was as we headed for the parking lot. I announced that I was too nervous to drive so Penny suggested that we should all go together. I could have hugged her for that, but then we realized that there was simply no way that all three of us could comfortably fit in Mason's Mustang. I already had my hand on the passenger door handle when Penny suggested that we could all fit into either my Jeep or, since I didn't want to drive, her Ford Explorer. Mason thought that was a great idea but said that he didn't leave his 'baby' anywhere. So he decided to drive there and let Penny and I go together."Great," said Penny enthusiastically. "We can catch up on our girl talk and give you a chance to relax."I smiled brightly while wondering if she could tell that I was thinking about knocking her teeth out. If she hadn't come along, Mason and I would have been squeezed into that little leather car together right then. In fact, I wondered why he'd insisted on bringing her. Penny chattered on and on for the whole twenty-minute drive there. By the time we arrived, as nice as she was, I hated the sound of her voice.It was weird walking through the building and back into the office the three of us had shared for so long. I put my hand out and Mason gently grabbed it. The contact between us set every hair on my body standing on end. We could have stood there forever holding hands and I wouldn't have minded."Let me," he said.I smiled and nodded. He walked into the office and I followed him. Penny brought up the rear. Natalie was sitting at her desk and she got up as soon as we walked in. She had on a blouse and a skirt that didn't really look good together. Even though it had barely been over two weeks since we'd seen each other, she looked a lot worse. If it was possible, she looked thinner, with her face appearing drawn and her eyes puffy. The tattoos that covered her entire right arm had never really appealed to me, but suddenly they really set me off. Nat is a beautiful girl, but those tats made her look cheap and...stupid."We're going to be in the conference room," she said, ushering us into the room. She ran out and got coffee and a plate of pastries. "Gunner will be here in a few minutes," she said, upon returning. "Before we begin, could I please speak to you alone, Jill?""No," said Mason quietly. "We're here to work out your differences and keep this out of court, if possible. During the meeting, I'd appreciate it if we could keep things to just the issues at hand. After the meeting, if the two of you would like to talk, you may exchange phone numbers or agree to meet anywhere you choose. But, unless the two of you have decided that there's no need for this meeting, we should do this by the rules.""Do either of you think that we should cancel or reschedule the meeting?" he asked."I don't," I said quietly but sternly. "Let's have the meeting." I looked away from Natalie and settled into a chair, with Mason on one side of me and Penny sitting near the opposite end of the table. Natalie's shoulders slumped and she left the room. When we were alone Mason asked me a couple of questions."Is Gunner the same guy she was screwing?" he asked. I nodded my head and barely contained my revulsion. Mason smiled and I wondered why."Looks like you may get a bit of revenge," he said. "Luckily, I brought Penny along.""But..."I began."When did Natalie get all of those tattoos?" he asked. I just shrugged my shoulders."Do you have any?" he asked.I smiled and started to come up with a flirty answer, but Gunner stepped into the room. As usual, he was all suit and bluster. He came over to me and reached for me as if he wanted to hug me. I started to cringe but there was no need. Mason leaned over across me and extended his hand."Mason Wright," he said.I was excited for two reasons. The first was that, as usual, Mason had leapt in to protect me and I loved to see him going to battle for me, even if it was only to shield me from unpleasantness. The second reason was because the awkwardness of the position caused Mason's torso to rub against my breasts and the contact had me more excited than I would ever have believed."I hope you don't mind, but I brought along my own transcriptionist to record the proceedings," he said."No problem," replied Gunner. "I'll be acting on behalf of Natalie. Hopefully we can come to an agreement so there's no need to go to court. Even more hopefully these two young ladies can iron out their differences and get back together." Natalie was behind Gunner nodding her head."That's what I'd really like," she said. I couldn't hold back any more."It's easy to say that when you're not the one who was lied to or cheated on," I snapped. "It's easy to want to work things out when you're not the one who got hurt."Mason grabbed my wrist under the table. I knew he needed for me to be quiet."Since it seems that we must proceed," said Gunner, "my client would like to propose that both parties attend relationship counseling in the hope of reconciliation.""My client is not willing to reconcile and wants to move on with the dissolution of the marriage. Since they have no tangible assets except for their personal belongings, my client would like to simply walk away. She proposes no alimony or spousal support, and is generally willing to accept the divorce being filed for irreconcilable differences, instead of infidelity, so your client doesn't end up with a damaged reputation," said Mason. "Oh excuse me, where is my head? We need to sign a couple of papers first to indicate who we all are and what is going on." He passed a paper across to Gunner for him to sign. He also had Natalie and I sign it. Then he had us sign again that we all agreed to Penny recording the meeting."Isn't all of this kind of old fashioned?" asked Gunner. "We already know each other; most of this is just useless documentation.""Yeah, I'm kind of old fashioned," said Mason, "but you never know." Under the table Mason bumped my leg with his and I realized that he'd just somehow put one past Gunner."Okay," smiled Gunner, "let's start out with the basics. I'm going to be honest and just put all of our cards on the table: Jill, Natalie is miserable without you. She wants to apologize and go to counseling to try to get back what the two of you had. To tell you the truth, I need to have you come back to work, too. The office and my practice just are not running nearly as smoothly as they were. Exactly what is it going to take to get that to happen?""It's going to take a time machine," I spat. "Mr. Peabody, you're going to have to have your boy Sherman crank up the way back machine and take us back to before Natalie first started cheating on me. Actually, that's actually not going to be enough. You're going to have to give me some kind of d**g or treatment to erase my memory, that way I won't be haunted by visions of the person that swore to love, honor and stay with me for the rest of my life rutting on top of a desk with the sleaziest lawyer I know. It's also going to have to stop me from having nightmares where I'm at home trying to make things nice for us while Nat is off screwing every random man she can find. I'm also going to need some kind of d**g to make me trust her again and another one to make me respect her as well, and all of that is just to get us even. If you're talking about making it up to me, then...." Natalie started crying and ran out of the room. Penny quickly ran after her."What's wrong with HER?" I asked."Don't you think you were a little harsh?" asked Gunner. He still had the smug look on his face and I got the idea that he'd actually enjoyed seeing Natalie hurt."The look on your face..." he said. "It was pure hatred. I can't believe you'd flip-flop from worshiping her two weeks ago to almost hating her now. I think that you're still in shock. I'm almost afraid to ask how you feel about me.""I don't think you want to know how I feel about you," I said and his smile vanished."Are you at least willing to consider giving this a short period of time before you just write off the relationship?" he asked. At that point, Penny and Natalie were coming back into the room."No, I'm not," I said, my answer directed more towards Natalie than Gunner. "I think that I've just been hurt too badly by all of this to ever trust her again. The only chance we have is to be totally honest with each other and try to stay friends. If we make a clean break and are perfectly honest with each other, then maybe we can start over again, but this time before I'd commit to a relationship with her we'd have to have certain ground rules about what we each can and cannot do. The first step in that would be to get the divorce out of the way so we could have that fresh start. Maybe, after the divorce is final, we could talk and go from there."Natalie had been listening to the whole conversation. Mason wasn't the only one who could play tricks. I had no intention of ever going back to Nat. As I said, she'd hurt me too badly, but I wanted her to think that if she went along with the divorce, there was a chance for us. As we sat back down, Gunner started again."I think that what you tried to do before was a bluff," he said to Mason. "You're only going for irreconcilable differences because you have no proof of infidelity. You have no photos or videos to prove anything.""And how do you know that?" asked Mason.Gunner quickly turned green with embarrassment. He gulped his water and cleared his throat. "Well in this state the reason for the divorce doesn't really..." he began."I did it," said Natalie quietly."Shut up, Nat," hissed Gunner. "Your admitting it is the same thing as their having proof. If you admit to the infidelity and we end up in front of a judge, you may get the worse end of the settlement.""What settlement?" asked Natalie. "We don't have any money, we don't have anything expensive, our apartment is rented and right now Jill doesn't even have a job. What can any judge take away from us or make us split? She still has a few of her belongings at the apartment and some of her stuff at the office. I'd give her all of that stuff back whenever she wanted it. I just want this over so we can start again. Give me the papers and I'll sign them. Jill, do you promise that, when this is over, we can talk?"I looked across the table and nodded my head. She türbanlı sivas escort bayan took the pen and signed the papers."I know that right now you're so angry at me that you probably don't want to talk to me," she said, "but I need for you to know that I really do love you and I'm miserable without you. I guess I just didn't realize how important you are to me. I was just stupid and greedy. I wanted to have my cake and eat it, too. I guess I'm my father's daughter, after all." Then she got up and left the room. She did manage to leave the room before she started crying this time. Gunner looked across at me and smiled."Okay, where does that leave us?" he asked. "Your divorce is settled. After the papers are filed with the court, hopefully by tomorrow or so, we'll get a date to go before a judge. He'll rubber stamp the papers and sixty days after that you'll be a free woman. Of course, from the date that the papers are filed, you're legally able to go out and start courting another woman. So theoretically, you could be in some other woman's bed by tomorrow night. Since this is all settled, have you considered coming back to work for me?""We'll be in touch," Mason said, taking my hand as he stood. "Good luck with your career."Gunner looked funny then he smiled. "So you've been watching my career?" he asked. "It is good to do research on your opponent. You're a smart man." Mason just smiled as we left."Grrr...." I started growling as we left the room."Shh," replied Mason, smiling."I hate that bastard," I snapped. "He got away with it again.""Shh," said Mason, as he reached over and held my hand. The contact was enough to quiet me down. I immediately closed my mouth as I mentally regressed and thought about him holding my hand while I tried to master the dead man's float in his backyard pool. I'd tried to float both on my back and on my front and could never do it. My own dad loved me, but he just didn't have the patience to try to teach me. Mason, however, had just told me to relax and let it happen. I always panicked and worried about my face being in the water. Finally he just told me to close my eyes and he'd hold my hand the whole time. He told me if I got scared to just squeeze his hand and he'd lift me out of the water. I floated perfectly. I don't know if it was that I was no longer worried or just the magic of him holding my hand, but I was never afraid of anything after that. So to have Mason holding my hand in the elevator was magical. I'd much rather have him hold my hand than vent about Gunner any day. As soon as we cleared the building and got back to the parking lot, Mason started speaking."I have no idea whether or not their elevators have listening devices," he said. "I didn't want to tip our cards.""But Mason, the divorce is settled," I said."And now the revenge begins," he smirked."Mason, believe it or not," I said, "I don't want any revenge against Natalie. I loved her for a long time and she hurt me badly, but it's over. I have an idea that she's going to pay for it in her own way, and maybe she already is, but I don't need to do anything to her. I just want to move on and live my life. The best revenge is a life lived well.""You are even more special than the young woman I remember," he said. "For a while, back there, I really thought that you were just leading her on, when you were talking about just settling the divorce so the two of you could get back together.""Um, I was," I admitted, smiling. "I have no intention of ever going back with Nat. She lied to me and cheated on me for a long time, and only stopped because she got caught. I don't need to punish her, but I'm never going to be with her again. So we don't need any revenge against her.""I was never talking about revenge against Natalie, either," he said. "I don't handle a lot of divorces but, when I do, the person who gets cheated on usually wants revenge against the person who took their spouse away. Are you telling me that you don't want to see Gunner get a little comeuppance?""I would love that," I confessed."Penny, did you get everything?" he asked."Yes I did," she smiled. "I got names, signatures and everything.""I'll meet you back at the office later," he said. "I'm going to have a last lunch with Jill to go over our plans." Penny got into her car and drove off, waving at me as she pulled out of the parking lot."Do you mind TRH again?" asked Mason. "Your dress really warrants a fancier place, but I do need to get back and put the papers together. I want to start the process as quickly as possible but, truthfully, I really am becoming addicted to those steaks. It's been five years since my wife died and I really haven't gotten out at all since then. I may overdose on Texas Roadhouse before very long. Maybe someone will take you out to a place worthy of that dress, though, after you've had time to properly get over Nat.""Oh, any place you want to take me is fine with me," I said. I immediately wished I'd phrased it a different way, but thinking back on it, I'd said what I meant."How are we going to get revenge on Gunner?" I asked. "He's a pretty slippery bastard and he's connected to some movers and shakers. You do know that he's just using the law as a stepping stone to politics don't you.""Stepping stones can become slippery. If you slip off of one, you can fall on your ass and end up hurt very badly," said Mason. "Gunner was right. I did do a little research on him. He hurt one of my favorite people ? well, two, actually ? so he deserves what's coming to him.""Who did he hurt?" I asked."Growing up, you and Nat were my daughter's best friends," he began. "I felt almost as if I had three daughters instead of one." He lowered his head to his plate then as if he was about to say something difficult."I really missed YOU, when you guys grew apart," he said quietly. I got so nervous that I began to wonder if he could hear my heart beating. Suddenly I didn't care about revenge on Gunner or anything else."So are you up for it?" he asked."Any time, any place," I gushed."Good," he said. "We're going to hit him on three different fronts at the same time. We're going to take everything he has. "We're going to take his job with the firm. We're going to take his license and we're going to take his marriage and with it his chances of going into politics."I blushed as I realized that he was still talking about Gunner and not about us.* * * * * *NatalieA week had passed since the meeting with Jill and her lawyer. I hadn't realized at first who her lawyer was. It took a couple of days for it to finally sink in: Jill's lawyer was our old friend Melanie's father. Jill had come into the office looking literally good enough to eat. I didn't know where she had gotten that blue dress, but it was incredible. The blue set off her beautiful eyes so well that it just made me feel like a fool. Every man in the building was talking about her after she'd left, as well as half of the women. It was all I could do not to think about rubbing and sucking those big soft breasts of hers. I couldn't believe that I'd risked losing her for Gunner. The worst part of it all was that Gunner was still forcing me to have sex with him and he seemed to take pleasure in making me do things that I didn't enjoy. I realized that Gunner reveled in lording it over people. He had a major superiority complex and hated losing at anything.Since the meeting, he'd been especially pissed because he hadn't won a single point during our sit-down. He'd had to concede on every God damned demand. They weren't forced into counseling. There wasn't going to be any chance of Jill and me getting together until after the divorce. The thing that pissed him off the most was that Jill wasn't coming back to work with us. I really believe after seeing her in that dress that he was the most disappointed that he wouldn't have another crack at her.He'd been increasingly demanding at work, too, always reminding me that if he'd charged me for handling my divorce, I'd probably end up paying him back for years. He kept reminding me that I owed him and that, when he was ready to collect, I'd need to agree to whatever he wanted without question. I was to the point that I really didn't care anymore. What could he do to me that was worse than what I'd already gone through? When you're used to going home to a woman who loves you with her entire being and who would do anything to make you happy, losing her is hard. Losing her because you were stupid and greedy is even harder. I kicked myself every day. Seeing her in that dress just made me kick myself harder.The door to the office opened and the phone rang at the same time. I picked up the phone and recognized the voice of Gunner's wife, Arlene. She was very angry and demanded to speak to him. I connected her with his private line and ? okay, so I'm nosy ? I left the connection open."Gunner, get your ass home right now," the words were precise and clipped, betraying her anger."Honey, no matter how bad the emergency is, I can't just leave work," replied Gunner."The only emergency is your well-being, asshole," she said. "There was a woman here to serve you some papers a little while ago. All she said was that it was a personal matter. You're being sued. I want to know why and by whom, and it had better not be what I think it is. If you've been cheating on me, we're done and I want your ass out of my house. I couldn't get the woman to tell me what the case was about. She babbled about not being able to reveal the details, but I will find out. I was able to get the name of the law firm she represents off of the card she left for you. I'm sure that one of my dad's friends knows someone there who'll tell me. So you'd better get your ass home and come clean before I find out."I looked through the glass partition and saw that Gunner's usually tanned, smug face was as white as a sheet. A call came in on another line. It was one of the partners in our firm. He sounded pissed as well and wanted Gunner upstairs immediately. I promised to relay the call. I looked up and noticed that the same bored looking woman who'd served me my divorce papers was standing in front of me. I'd heard the door open but in the excitement of the two phone calls it had slipped my mind."She stood there chewing a wad of gum and smiled at me. I shivered, wondering what she wanted from me this time."Relax, Honey, I'm not here for you," she said. "Is there a Gunner Sterling here?"I breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at his inner office door. Through the glass partition that separated our work spaces I could see Gunner hurriedly packing his briefcase to go home."You'd better catch him quickly," I said. "He's having a rough day.""It's about to get a whole lot worse," she smirked. She walked to the door and opened it. She left the door open."Gunny Highway?" she asked. Gunner was pissed."Didn't you see my name on that door," he screamed. "I'm Gunner Sterling. That's Gunner, not Gunny, and Sterling, not Highway. My name is right on the fucking door.""I just needed for you to identify yourself," she said, handing him a lot of folders. There had to be at least five. She'd only given me one and it had pretty much ruined my life. Then she turned on her heel and walked away. "Don't bother having a nice day," she said to him over her shoulder.Gunner started tearing open the folders and he got redder and angrier as he opened each one. He screamed for me to come into his office."You little bitch!" he screamed. "You've fucked up my entire life. That fucking cunt you were married to is trying to kill me. You need to call her off and have her make all of this shit go away. Fucking you wasn't worth any of this. You aren't even the pretty one of the two of you...." Before he could say anything else, we were interrupted."Sterling!" the name was barked with what sounded like utter contempt. I turned and recoiled at the sight of Wilton Moss, one of the founders and senior partners of our law firm. Moss was a very short man with a receding hairline and an expanding belly. He walked past me as if I wasn't there and stepped right up to Gunner, who towered over him. Gunner started backing away."Sterling, what kind of shit have you gotten this firm involved in?" he asked. Gunner didn't say anything. He was smart enough to keep his mouth shut."Don't even say anything, asshole," continued Moss. "I already know. Do you have any idea who Mason Wright is?""Um, he's the lawyer who represented my client's spouse in a divorce case about a week ago," said Gunner quietly."He's also one of our former partners," Moss informed us both. "He's an old friend of mine, and because of that, he's giving the firm a chance to avoid a very messy and very public ass kicking. His client is considering bringing about a multimillion dollar lawsuit against us. Can you guess what for?"Gunner started to say something but Moss stepped up even closer to him and said, "Shut the fuck up. I told you not to talk." Gunner visibly shrank, quailing before the smaller man's anger."You apparently fucked your secretary in your office," Moss raged. "You banged some tramp in my fucking building like it was some lice-riddled, fleabag motel and her spouse ? who, I might add, is a former employee of ours ? is bringing suit. They want to sue us for not enforcing our morals clause. That doesn't mean much. We can probably tie it up in court until we get the right judge who'll agree that consenting adults do what they do. Wright knows that. He's very smart. So what he did was tie this case to some former secretaries of yours and suddenly things look more serious.Maybe we can kiss his ass and get him to settle out of court, but it will cost us a fuck of a lot more money than you're worth to us. And even then there's the real danger that when Mason Wright gets pissed, he believes in a scorched-earth policy. That's why we always used him for those cases when some little housewife was injured on the job or something. He has a knack for using the press to turn everyone against the big company and in this case we're the big company. Our only hope is to get him to calm down.""I'm working on it," whined Gunner. "If you give me a chance, I can make this all go away.""You can't do shit," spat Moss. "That's only the tip of the iceberg. Did you know that Wright also served on a committee for the local Bar Association? He's filed several ethics violation cases against you. It seems that you were screwing your client during a case. Is that true?"Gunner just nodded."You were also representing a client in a case that you were involved in. Is that true?" asked Moss. Gunner nodded again."But..." he interjected."Haven't I already told you to shut the fuck up, twice?" spat Moss. "There won't be a third time."Gunner gulped so loudly that I could hear him in the other room."Did you pursue relations with employees on company time and attempt to pressure them by holding their jobs or advancement over their heads?" Moss asked. Gunner hesitated and Moss glared at him even harder. Gunner nodded."I have a friend who works for another firm who has just told me that your legal problems are growing," continued Moss. "Apparently, Congressman Dennings, your wife's father, has heard about this and a member of his former law firm has been dispatched to your house only a few minutes ago. He's a specialist in high profile divorces. I believe that your wife is about to divorce you. We've also received a communication from the Bar Association.Because of the investigation into your alleged ethics violations, your license to practice law has been suspended pending the outcome of your cases.""No..." whispered Gunner, in surprise."Haven't I told you three times to shut the fuck up?" asked Moss. "You simply refuse to do what I've asked of you. That's gross insubordination. My hands are tied. I've tried to support you through this crisis but you just won't let me work with you. You're fired. Get the fuck out of my building.""But..." said Gunner."See, I told you," snapped Moss. "There's just no working with you." He turned and walked out of Gunner's office. I couldn't help it as my lips formed a tiny smile. Gunner was getting what he deserved."You're fired, too," said Moss as he passed by my desk. I heard him mumbling under his breath as he left the office. "We don't need any tattooed sluts around here."I wondered then how Mr. Wright had managed to pull all of these things together so quickly and so totally. His timing had been perfect. He had utterly destroyed Gunner. I stood up and started packing my personal things.I wondered then if he'd meant to ruin my life too, or was I only collateral damage. Had he meant to cost me my livelihood? Or was this just a case where when someone stepped on a wet turd and the things next to them got splashed, too. In a way, though, he had helped me: I'd been wondering what I'd have to do to get free of Gunner's clutches. Gunner had so much else to worry about right now that he'd have no time to torture me. I'd be free to start up with Jill again with a clear conscience in just a few weeks, when our divorce was final. All my freedom had cost me was my job and I could find another job.* * * * * *JillOver the next few weeks, my life changed. I guess some would say that things had changed for the better. The law firm I used to work for settled out of court with me for almost a half a million dollars. Gunner's wife was afraid of the publicity and embarrassment to her family's name so she and her father paid me a hundred thousand dollars to drop the suit against him for ending my marriage. Mason told me that if the suit had gone to court I probably wouldn't have gotten anything anyway, so taking the money was just smart. I also got to see that asshole, Gunner, reduced to a shell of the man that he used to be. He ended up with next to nothing in the divorce from his wife. He was also disbarred and his case was referred to the national Bar Association, so there was very little chance that he'd practice law again anywhere in the country. He eventually slunk out of town quietly and was never heard from again.I guess the reason why I wasn't overjoyed was because I was alone. After all of the legal matters were settled, Mason just disappeared from my life. What was worse was that Natalie had gotten my new phone number from my parents, of all people, and had tried calling me again. She reminded me that I owed her a meeting, but I put her off by reminding her that we still had almost a month to go before the divorce was final. She whined about having to wait that long and started telling me about her financial difficulties. She tried to make it seem like it was my fault that she'd lost her job and was having a tough time getting another one. I just told her that I'd call her after the divorce was final and hung the phone up.Finally a ray of sunshine broke through the gloom from the most unlikely of sources. I picked up the phone thinking it was Nat calling again. "I told you, I'd call you after the divorce was final," I yelled."Boy, you must be pissed at Nat," said a voice."I'm sorry," I thought you were her," I said."Jill, this is Melanie and I'm kind of pissed at you," she said. "Can I meet you for lunch somewhere, tomorrow?""You're coming into town?" I asked."I don't have a choice," she said. "Pick a place.""How about the Texas Roadhouse here in town," I said."You would pick that place," I could almost hear the smirk Melanie's voice. "I'll be there at two. That way we'll have a little privacy and won't have to worry about the lunch crowd. Don't dress up."I wondered what Mel could be pissed at me about. I hadn't seen her in the nearly ten years since she'd started dating boys and I'd started with Nat. The next afternoon I walked into the restaurant. It was nearly empty and the serving staff was busy cleaning up after the lunch crowd. I spotted Melanie easily and walked over to her. The anxiety on her face dropped away for a moment and we were like those two teen aged girls again."Holy shit those things are huge," she said. "What a waste." Suddenly, she was angry again."You know when we were growing up, I loved you and Nat," she said angrily, "and I know I fucked up, Jill. I know that I was wrong, but that was ten God damned years ago. I was only s*******n. I've thought about it a lot since then. You can blame it on hormones, or peer pressure, or whatever, but I'm really sorry. I should have handled it differently...""Mel, what the Hell are you talking about?" I asked."Can I finish?" she asked. I nodded and she continued to rant."Anyway, I made a lot of mistakes but I never expected this from you," she hissed. "The funny thing about this is that, even when we were young, Natalie was a cunt. But Jill, you were like family. I loved Nat, too, even though she was a cunt, because she taught me a lot of things, like how to go after what you want. But you were like my sister. My parents were always buying extra stuff just in case you wanted or needed something. They loved you, Jill. So which one of us is it?""What are you talking about?" I asked. "I'm not...""Well either you want to get back at me for what I did and you're trying to do it through my dad or you're just trying to hurt him for some reason," she snapped. "Let me guess, you're not happy with the amount of money he got you in your court case, right?""I didn't expect any money at all," I said. "He got me far more money than I'd even thought of. I really don't even know what I'm...where is he?"She just looked at me strangely. "He's at my house spending time with his grandk**s. I never should have let him take your case. Do you realize that it took me over two years to get him to leave his fucking house after my mom died? For the past three years he's only left the house to go to work and occasionally to visit me. Then, out of the blue he called me and canceled a visit because you showed up at his office. For weeks I heard about Jill this and Jill that. Jill is doing fine. Jill smiled today. Jill wore some fucking blue dress that he won't stop talking about." I smiled hearing about it."One weekend we needed him to watch the k**s so we could go to a dinner at my husband's job. We were watching TV and they showed Angelina Jolie all done up for one of those awards shows. My husband said some stupid thing about her being the most beautiful dark haired woman in the world. Before I could even smack him, my dad said, 'You should see Jill in that blue dress. You'd change your mind'. I thought it was innocent and I was happy that he was getting back to normal, but now...." she said."Now what?" I asked. She just looked at me again. "What's wrong?" I asked. "He's okay, isn't he?" without realizing it, the volume of my voice was getting louder and I was almost yelling at her."Um, Jill, calm down," she said. She moved her head left and right and I followed her glance and noticed that everyone was staring at us."Can I come and visit him to make sure he's okay?" I asked. "I know that you don't like me or the way that my life turned out, but I need to make sure he's fine.""Why do you need to do that?" she asked. "Really, I can handle it. I just need to know why this is happening. Actually I just needed to know who to crush. I get it from my dad. When someone we love is in trouble we tend to kill everyone who threatens them. I guess we're kind of protective. I just needed to know that you weren't doing it on purpose. Though if you were, I needed to know why."She looked at me and tilted her head sideways. The waitress interrupted us by coming over to take our orders. Melanie started to smile. She changed the subject after the waitress left and started talking about innocuous things. I kept trying to take the subject back to her father and she'd talk about flowers or her k**s and I was getting angrier by the second. Our food came and she calmly started to eat hers. I snatched her fork out of her hand and demanded that she tell me what was going on with her dad."Oh shit, this is too funny," she said. "You've got it too. I don't even know how to begin to handle this.""I've got what?" I asked loudly. "And what is so funny?" People were beginning to stare at us again."Jill, are you in love with my dad?" she asked."Of course not," I sputtered."You are," she said. "You really, fucking are. It's written all over your face. This is hilarious.""Okay, maybe I am," I admitted. "Maybe I always have been. I can't help it Mel. I'm sorry.""So when did this start?" she asked, taking a bite of her steak. I noticed then how she chewed the same way he did."Back when we were little," she said. "He was always so patient and so kind. I guess I just judged other boys and men by him and they just didn't measure up, so I ended up with....""You ended up with Nat, because she loved you and the boys only wanted to fuck you. Jill, boys are pretty much stupid. They're especially stupid during their teenage years. They're just walking balls of hormones, so if you put a body like yours in front of them, asking them to think is simply too much. But aren't you..."she asked."You mean, aren't I gay?" I asked. "I don't know. I really don't. I've never given it any thought. There have only been two people I've ever loved in my whole life. I fall in love with people for the way they make me feel and the way they treat me. I've never stopped to consider what gender they are. I would probably still be with Nat if she hadn't cheated on me and treated me like crap. I'm very faithful and I deserve someone who wants to be with me and only with me.""Then you have a big-assed problem," she said. "Good luck with that.""What do you mean?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled."Well, Jill, I think my dad loves you, too. I've seen the look he gets in his eyes when he talks about you before, when he talks about my mother. But my daddy is very old fashioned. He thinks the way that he feels about you is wrong. You're only a year older than I am, and that means that he's nineteen years older than you are. In his eyes, that's too big an age difference. Secondly, he thinks that you're into women, and my dad is very accepting of people so he'll never try to pressure you or even let you know that he's interested in you. He'd think that he was trying to influence your preferences or your lifestyle. This ain't gonna' be easy.""What should I do?" I asked."Do what you usually do to hook a guy," she said."Melanie, I've never hooked a guy," I whined."Keep your voice down, idiot," she said. "Jill, I love my dad. And I want him to be happy. Do you really want to be with him?""More than anything," I said. I looked her straight in the eye when I said it so she'd know that I was serious."Well guys are different from us," she began. "They don't have the same kind of feelings that we do. They tend to operate on logic and other things that really don't matter. They also have this need to protect people and fix things. So you're going to have to trick him into acting on his feelings.""I don't want to trick him," I said. "I don't want things between us to start out with lies and tricks.""Then you're not going to get him," she said."Okay, what do I have to do?" I asked.* * * * * *Mason WrightA couple of hours after I'd gotten home from Melanie's, while I was thinking about taking some time off from work and maybe going on a trip, my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number so I picked it up just to see who it was."Is this Mason Wright?" asked a voice on the other end."Yes it is," I answered. "Who is this?""This is Moe Szyslak," he said. "I'm downtown at Moe's Tavern. Do you know where it is?""Yes, it's near my office," I replied."Well, I've got a dame in here. She's stewed to the gills and the only thing I could find on her was your number. Her license says that her name is Jill. Do you want to come and pick her up? I get kind of a rough crowd in here and if she türbanlı escort sivas stays here much longer in her condition, someone who doesn't have her best interests in mind might take her home.""Don't let her leave with anyone," I said. "I'll be there in ten minutes.""Don't you live way outside of the city?" he asked. "Well, I'll make sure she's okay until you get here." Then he quickly hung up.As worried as I was, I didn't speed. It may have looked like I did, but I swear I didn't. My Mustang just does zero to sixty really quickly. So when I jumped out ahead of all of those other cars at the stop lights, it was just because I got up to the legal speed limit faster than they did. Okay, once I got onto the freeway I did speed, but I couldn't leave Jill there alone. Why would she be at a bar in that neighborhood? Once you got away from the central business district, downtown was not a nice place to be.I walked into Moe's and found the place almost empty. There were two odd-looking guys arguing while a third guy looked on. One of the guys had brown hair and appeared to be drinking milk. He had a bible in one hand and was being berated by the biggest guy. The third guy, a black guy, seemed to be trying to calm the screaming guy down. The screaming guy, whose name was Homer, seemed to be upset that the guy with the bible was drinking milk. He called the guy Flanders and said that in order to be in Moe's tavern you had to drink Duff beer.I went up to the bar and a guy came out from the back. "Are you Moe?" I asked. He looked around from side to side."I didn't do nothing," he said."You called me to come and pick Jill up," I said. He gestured for me to follow him. We went into the back and there she was, slumped at a desk and for all appearances sleeping. I called to her softly and she looked up."Jill, why are you in a bar?" I asked."I don't have anywhere else to be," she said. She was slurring her words and she sounded very drunk."Honey, why didn't you call me?" I asked."The guys are supposed to call the girls," she slurred. "That's the rules.""So why did you dress up just to come to some dive bar?" I asked."You told me this dress looked stunning," she said."It's not the dress," I said. "It's the woman in it.""I can't tell," she slurred. "As soon as my case was over, you disappeared like you stole something. I should have known that you didn't like me. You should have just said so. I think it's because I've been with a girl isn't it. That makes me a dyke. Men don't like dykes. You didn't even stay around long enough for us to talk about how much I owed you for being my lawyer. You hate me so much you wouldn't even take money from me."Moe looked at me crazily. "None of that is true," I said. "It's the liquor talking.""They say that most drunks only say things that they really mean but are too inhibited to say when they're sober," offered Moe, "so she must believe it.""I only bought this stupid dress for you," she slurred. "I wanted you to like me, because I like you. I always have.""I handled her divorce," I said. Moe just nodded."Does her ID have her address on it?" I asked. Moe nodded. I looked at her license."That's my old address." she said. "I don't live there anymore.""Where do you live now?" I asked."In my new apartment," she said. "I live there all alone.""What's the address?" I asked."HOME," she said, "but it doesn't feel like a home." Then she slumped back to the desk apparently asleep."I gotta' get back to the bar," said Moe.I put one of Jill's arms around my neck and lifted her from the chair. I had one of my arms under her legs and the other around he back to support her. Those succulent breasts were pressed against my side and she moaned. I carried her through the bar and out to my car. The arm that had circled my neck was holding onto me and somehow her other arm joined it.I managed to unlock the passenger door and get it open. I gently put her into the passenger seat and pulled the seat belt across her chest, barely managing to resist touching those incredible boobs. I got into the driver's seat and drove straight home and once there, I got out of the car and opened the door to the house. I carried her up the stairs and laid her down gently on the bed in the guest bedroom. It was very dusty in the room but I figured it would be better than being left in a sleazy bar full of men.I moved to kiss her on her cheek and she turned her head at the last moment. Somehow my mouth caught hers and she giggled. I left the light on in the hallway and left the door open in case she awakened during the night. I brought a glass of juice and another glass of water and sat them on the nightstand. When she woke up, I was certain, she'd be very thirsty.I have to admit that I went back and checked on her several times that evening. I stood there looking at her and marveling at the curves and nuances of that beautiful body. But after the first few moments spent staring at it and taking in its curves and crevices and the differences in size and proportion of the various parts, I began to look elsewhere.I couldn't stop staring at her face. There was more to it than just the arrangement and size or shape of the features. Her face as a whole was simply beautiful. I'm sure it was a purely subjective thing. I mean if we took four or five guys and had them look at four or five different women, we probably wouldn't get a consensus on which was the most beautiful or even why.All I could say was that I could stare at Jill's face for the rest of my life and not regret it. I smiled thinking what she'd look like in twenty years. She'd have a few lines forming and maybe crow's feet in the corners of her eyes. But she'd still have the same shape of her face. Her lips would still be full and that lower lip especially would still jut out and arouse me. Her tiny button shaped nose would still tilt up ever so slightly when she got angry and those big blue innocent eyes would still sparkle and catch every stray beam of light.Then, suddenly, I realized that in twenty years when she was in her late forties approaching fifty, I'd be in my late sixties approaching seventy and probably approaching infirmity and death. She'd also be using those plump seductive lips and eyes to arouse some woman that she'd settled down with and I doubt that she'd even remember me by then. That thought alone was sobering enough to make me stop staring at her and decide to turn in.I checked my email and went to bed. It was actually still early, it was barely eleven p.m. As I drifted off to sleep, I can't deny that my thoughts weren't still on Jill. I decided that I just needed to get out and do things more regularly so I could begin to meet women that were more available and more appropriate for me.I drifted in and out of sleep for I don't know how long before I realized that I wasn't alone. "Kiss me goodnight, Nat," said Jill. She was still slurring her words and I realized that she's probably awakened and in her drunken state still thought that she and Natalie were together."I'm not going to get any sleep unless you kiss me goodnight, Honey," she said. I sat up and noticed her dress d****d over the foot board of my bed. Jill was lying next to me, on top of the comforter with her eyes closed.It was like looking at a work of art made flesh. The dress, as I've said, accentuated her form. Without it, she had a few little areas that might not have been exactly perfect, but as a whole her body was far more incredible than I'd ever suspected. Her bra was simply not capable of containing her breasts. Her tummy, though nipped in, was slightly rounded and soft. She wasn't one of those beach body girls with the washboard abs. But the actual softness of her belly was more womanly and attractive to me."Are you going to kiss me goodnight or not," she said. There was a note of growing frustration in her voice. I wondered for a second what I should do. But the hesitation was miniscule. After all what harm could one tiny kiss do. And when she noticed that I wasn't Natalie it might bring an easy end to what could prove to be a very embarrassing situation for both of us.Besides, if I didn't take the chance to kiss her now, I'd spend the rest of my life kicking my own ass and I'm too old for moves like that. I might throw my back out or something. So I leaned over and quickly planted a peck on those succulent lips. They were even softer than I'd imagined and already wet."NATALIE!" she whined loudly. "I keep telling you about that shit. When we're alone you ARE supposed to kiss me like you love me. You always kiss me like we're strangers. We're never going to get any sleep at this rate."I leaned over and kissed her again. After all, she'd told me to do it. Besides I could always pretend I was asleep. Just think about it, her drunk and me asleep. What a pair.I kissed her just as gently but with a little bit more passion. I did detect a hint of alcohol on her lips, but I wasn't prepared when she pushed her tongue into my mouth. And at that point, I have to admit I stopped thinking. At least I stopped thinking with my brain. As we kissed it was the softest, most passionate thing I'd ever experienced. I loved my wife. But at that moment I realized that maybe I could love two women with that kind of intensity. Because I was sure that I loved Jill just as much.She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. Even through the comforter she had to realize that I wasn't Natalie. How drunk was she?"Oh yeah, Nat. That's more like it. Have you been kissing someone else to practice? You're a very bad girl," She said"Natalie, my titties need to be kissed too," she whined. Not that I wasn't already hard but my dick became iron when she mentioned those orbs that I'd been dreaming of.I let my head drop down until I was gently licking her neck and my seeking tongue went lower and lower. Her body began to shiver and she suddenly sat upright in the bed. She reached behind her and in one of those moves that only contortionists, circus clowns and women are capable of, took off her bra. There, in the darkness, lit only by the soft light of the moon, I finally beheld the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Then she lay back down beside me and closed her eyes."Where were we?" she rasped. The huskiness in her voice left me no illusions of where we were headed.I was sure I was going to hell or at least to jail as I lowered my face to her breast. I gently squeezed and teased and weighed them separately. Then I licked one and then the other, staying as far as I dared away from her rapidly expanding nipples. She started to hunch her hips and I smiled. If I didn't know that she was gay, I'd have suspected that she liked what I was doing. I blew a gust of air over her nipple. She hissed and grabbed me by the back of my head and forced my mouth onto it."Natalie, stop teasing me," she chided. I started swirling my tongue around the nipple as she ran her hands down my flanks and inside of my boxers. Suddenly, I was sure the party was over as her hand contacted my hard on."Natalie, you dirty bitch," she said. "I was wondering why you were wearing granny panties. You bought a new strap-on. And it's a nice one. Are you gonna use it on me?" This was my chance. Not only my dick but my entire body was throbbing. The expression that a hard dick has no conscience went through my mind. But I remembered the angelic look on her face and even more. I remembered that little girl who used to sit on my porch and look up at me all of those years before and I couldn't do it."No," I said. "I'm not.""But, why?" she asked. "I want you to.""Because, I'm not Natalie," I said. "And because you're not in your right mind, Jill. You're too drunk to object. And you don't want to do this with me anyway. I'm too old for you and the wrong gender. I've already done enough that I feel awful. I don't think there's ever going to be any way for me to make this up to you. All I can say is that I'm sorry and tomorrow when you wake up and you're sober, I'll call the police for you. I only let this go this far because I...""Because you love me and you want me," she said. Her voice was as clear as a bell. There was no sign of drunken behavior or slurring of her words. I figured that the shock of what had happened or had almost happened had cleared her mind and she was pissed.She looked over on the nightstand and turned on the bedside lamp. Those lips that had only moments before been pouty and full were tightly closed and her jaw was clenched. Then she looked at me. He face was deadly serious."Maybe you love me too much," she said. "I told Melanie you'd never do it. But God knows that this would have been soooo much easier if you had.""Okay, you're still drunk," I said. "Now you're talking about Melanie instead of Natalie. You and she never...""Nothing like that ever happened, Mel isn't into women," she said. "She was never even curious. And speaking of never, I was never drunk. I did rub a bit of scotch on my lips so you'd smell it and maybe even taste it, but Mason, I don't drink.""Then why were you at a bar?" I asked. I was confused."Because Moe is my uncle and I was perfectly safe there. Besides I needed a place that you could come and rescue me from," she said."Why did I need to rescue you?" I asked. "Why couldn't you just call me and talk to me?""Because, Melanie and I talked yesterday before she sent you home. This was all her plan. We have a very big problem to take care of and she saw this as a possible solution," she said."What problem?" I asked."You've recently discovered that you like a certain girl. You're sure that she thinks that you're too old for her. And you're also sure that she's not your type. You're also not the forceful type, so instead of acting on or exploring your feelings, you over thought the whole thing and just ran off to hide from the situation. On the other hand, I have a different problem. There's a guy I fell in love with when I was only a k**. I never thought it would be even remotely possible for me to have him, but suddenly he's available and I want him. I want him so bad I can taste him, but I don't know shit about the boy/girl game.""Huh?" I said."Well, I've never been in a relationship with a man period. And I've never done...you know...with a guy." I just looked at her in shock."I've had things in there," she said. "I'm not totally innocent. I just haven't had a real one. And whether you know it or not, I was ready for one. Maybe I should say I was ready for yours. Actually since I'm hoping to be the only one who gets to use it from now on, I should say that I was ready for mine.""But aren't you...um. Well you know?" I began."Mason, you can say it. We have to be able to talk about things. Really I don't know what I am. I don't really think that anybody knows. I've never met a single person who thinks of themselves as a gay person or a straight person. Most of the people I know just think of themselves as people. And as people, there are certain things that we find attractive. I know a lot of guys who only ever look at my tits. They only go out with women who are large breasted. That is what turns them on. That's their personal preference. I know some guys who are not turned on by women at all. They only like guys. That's their personal preference. For some reason my mouth fascinates you, doesn't it?""Natalie just likes getting fucked apparently. She claimed for years that she loved me, but just didn't seem to understand how badly it hurts when the person who claims to love you needs someone else to satisfy them. It makes you feel...less than..." she said."Well what about you?" I asked. "What's your preference?""I prefer," she began. "I crave knowing that the person I'm with loves me. I don't really care if it's a woman, a man, a three toed sloth or a Mustang. I can just feel it in here..." she pointed at her chest. "...If a person who's special to me, feels the same way."She turned around and turned off the light. Then she got under the comforter with me. "Mason, you've been in mourning for a very long time. Melanie's mom is always going to be very special to all of us. I'm never going to take her place in your heart. But I think that you've already made a place in your heart for me. And as for me, I only ended up with Natalie because you were unavailable. Even if I had met you while Nat and I were together, if she hadn't cheated, I never would have left her. You and I are the same. This is new for both of us. I know what I want. I want us to be together. And I want that with all of my heart. You don't have to make a commitment to me now, but I think we owe it to ourselves to at least give it a try. If it doesn't work out, we'll just go back to being miserable. Now...where were we?""We were at the point where I tell you that I really do love you," I said."I already know that, Mason," she said. I could hear her happiness in her voice. "But could you show me?"I started on her breasts from where we left off. But this time, I was on top of her with my rapidly inflating penis between her legs. I cupped and gently squeezed her breast as I sucked hungrily on her nipples. I licked and worked my way down her soft tummy until I got to the top of her wispy black hairs. I could smell her readiness and just lost my head and plunged my tongue into her essence all at once. Within seconds she was thrashing about and I was rewarded for my efforts by a gush of sweet tasting nectar. "Holy shit, we have to talk about that," she said. Her voice trembled and wavered as she said it."Are you going to..." she asked.Instead of answering, I did. She exhaled and sighed at the same time as I slowly, patiently pushed my throbbing member into her well lubricated chasm. I sank to her depths in one very long, very slow stroke until my balls were resting on her ass and she wrapped those thick legs around me."It feels so different from the fake ones," she said. "It's soft and hard at the same time. And it's so warm, Honey."Then we started slowly stroking and pushing against each other. "Mason, we are going to do this EVERY day," she hissed. As we continued, things between us intensified. We started moving faster and harder as if we were both trying to scratch an itch with the other's sex organs. Before I knew it, what had started out and was meant to be gentle love making and an expression of our mutual affection, became hard core fucking. My sweet, innocent, Jill was making strange grunting sounds and begging me to fuck her harder.Out of nowhere, I lost all control and just started pounding her until I just painted her insides with creamy sperm. She locked her lips onto mine and screamed into my mouth as she joined me in orgasmic bliss. For the rest of the night we slept locked together. We'd wake up, make love again and fall back to sleep, still entwined in each other's arms.The next thing I remember was that the sun was beaming through the windows and we'd slept half of the next day away. I really think that the only reason we woke up then was because the phone rang.Jill unwrapped one of her arms from around me and knocked the phone off the hook and then grabbed around on the nightstand until she found it."Good morning," she said. Her voice was still hoarse from sleep but her tone was really cheerful. That was a good sign. I didn't want her to have any regrets about what we'd done."Yep, I am. And I did. Of course he is. Wanna talk to him? Okay, that sounds like a plan. It gives us a week to get some clothes on and get out of bed. Bye," she said cheerfully. Then she looked over at me."I think you broke it," she said. That lower lip was stuck out and my heart melted."Jill, are you okay with...." I began."No, I'm not," she said. "I'm not O fucking kay. I'm like Sugar Frosted Flakes. Even with my busted pussy, I'm Grrrrrrreaaaaaat!"I just looked at her and smiled. "I just didn't want you to have any regrets," I said."My only regret is that it took so long for it to happen," she chirped. "So what are you going to do about my broken pussy?"I just looked at her sheepishly. "Well you didn't seem to be complaining at the time," I said."Stop changing the subject Mason," she said. "I have an idea. Have you ever had a dog?""Well yeah," I said. "You want to go out and buy a dog?""No dummy," she said. "For a while, I want it to just be us. I want to go everywhere with you and do everything with you and get to know you even better. But you how when a dog is hurt, either he or the other dogs around him lick his wounds to help them heal..." she blushed at me."Do you remember what that led to last night?" I asked. She just nodded her head up and down vigorously."Seriously Mason," she said. "I didn't get a chance to ask you last night, but where did you...""Go on," I smirked. "We're supposed to be able to ask each other anything, remember?""Well, a lot of the women I know who've had sex with both men and women always tell me...well even the women who have only been with men always claim that men are terrible at eating pussy. They say that it's because men only look at it as something to do to get you warmed up so they can fuck you or get you to suck their dicks, but..."She paused as if she was trying to figure out how to word something."Go on," I said."Well Shit, Mason," she exclaimed. "You made me cum twice before you even got started good. Your tongue is different from Nat's and she's all I had to compare it to. It was rougher and it really felt good. But it wasn't like the girls said. You were down there like you enjoyed it and wanted to be there. I had to make you stop before I blacked out and we didn't get to...""Didn't get to what?" I asked."I don't want to say that word," she said. "It's nasty.""You were pretty nasty there yourself last night," I said. "But why don't you want to say make love?""We may have started out making love," she said. "But we just lost control and we ended up fucking. And it was great.""Um...WE lost control?" I asked."Shut up," she said. "It was my first time. Besides from now on everything we do is WE. So there."That was the start of something beautiful. We spent oodles of time together. We had barbecues with our families and we took trips together. Our life was what I considered perfect but I have to admit that I had my doubts. For one thing, there was the age difference. We are nineteen years apart. She's only one year older than my daughter. But deep down inside, I guess the things that bothered me the most was that she'd spent most of her life in love with a woman.What if I was just a phase she was going through? I think that I'm the only guy on the planet who comes home every day terrified of smelling strange perfume. When we were out in public, she never took her eyes off of me. She didn't pay any attention to other men, or women either. Jill never gave me any reason to doubt her, but I still worried.We did go through a few problems but we faced them together. One of those was just before her divorce was finalized. Natalie asked for a change in their settlement agreement. I guess she'd heard about the money that Jill had gotten and wanted some of it. The judge looked at our case and figured out what was really happening. He saw that it had been Nat who actually caused the divorce and that at the time of the actual divorce neither of the girls had any money. All of the money that Jill had gotten had come after they were divorced so Nat didn't have a leg to stand on. I guess that got Natalie back in Jill's mind. She mentioned her to me a couple of times.And I suppose that it was inevitable. The only problem for me was that it came far too quickly. I came home early one afternoon and smelled a strange perfume in my house. I heard voices talking in low tones. I looked out onto our deck from the kitchen where I couldn't be seen."Don't you miss me, Jill? Don't you miss the way things used to be? We were perfect together," said Natalie. "And now we'd be even better. You have enough money that we wouldn't have to work for a while. We could just play all day and every night. We could travel; just the two of us. I'm over the boy thing, now, forever. There's really only one good thing that men can do for you. But AFTER they fix your car, they still want to hang around." Natalie laughed at her own joke but I didn't hear Jill joining in. "How long do we have before Mason gets home?" asked Natalie. "I'm kind of horny."That's the first thing that you've said so far that I agree with," said Jill. "I'm already wet just thinking about it." She quickly closed her legs."You are, you slut," said Natalie. Jill started smiling."What if Mason came home," said Natalie. "Maybe we could have a three-way.""Don't even fucking think about it," snapped Jill suddenly. "Mason isn't like that. He doesn't need two women and he doesn't have that fantasy. I'm more than enough for him. And..." She stopped talking."Mason, is that you, Honey?" I didn't say anything."I thought I heard him come in," she said. "Anyway, let's get back to what we were talking about.""So you said something about being horny," said Natalie. "Maybe we could do something real quick.""It won't help," snapped Jill."Well it could be a start," said Natalie. "I know you miss me, so why don't we just run off together?""Because you silly bitch, when I said I was horny, I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about Mason. When I think of all the time I wasted on you, I just feel stupid. Mason loves me and I love him. I'd never risk that for anything or anyone, especially not you," said Jill."But you called me," snapped Natalie."Yes, I did," smiled Jill. "I always try to keep my word. And part of our divorce agreement was that I'd talk to you after the divorce was final. We talked. We're done. See ya. I need to move on into the next stage of my life with nothing hanging over me from the old days.""But how can you treat me like this?" wailed Natalie. "I...I love you." Jill stepped away from the table and came into the kitchen looking around. She looked right at me and smiled. Her smile lit up the room. Natalie came in right after her."Hi, Honey," she said. I leaned over and kissed her."I'll go upstairs so you guys can talk," I said. "Hey Nat. No hard feelings about the divorce.""Um no," she said. "I wish I'd had you as MY lawyer. You destroyed Gunner. Last I heard he was pumping gas in Kentucky.""Sorry, I'm overly protective of the people I love," I said. "But you'll find someone else, even with all of those damned tattoos, you're a beautiful girl." I looked at Jill and smiled. "You're both beautiful girls.""Save it for court," said Jill."Who are we suing now?" I asked."I'm suing you," said Jill. I looked at her strangely."For what?" I asked. I knew there was a joke coming but she was serious."Let's see," she said. "You've destroyed my reputation. You've used me for your own sexual gratification to start...""How did I destroy your reputation?" I asked. "And you got some gratification too."She walked over and rubbed her butt against me, while Natalie watched."Yeah I did," she smiled. "But in about another seven or eight weeks when my belly blows up and everyone knows that I'm pregnant and not married what will people think of me?" she asked, with that bottom lip stuck out."You're pregnant?" I asked in shock. "How did...""Um, I think YOU did it," she said. "Natalie and I were together for a long time and it never happened then. So I've never been on the pill or anything. And with you sticking that thing in me all hours of the day and night, what did you expect?"Natalie's mouth dropped open and she just stood there watching as Jill jumped into my arms and we started kissing."Can we settle this out of court?" I asked."We could settle it in bed," said Jill."I was thinking more along the lines of jewelry store and church rentals," I said."Maybe tomorrow," she said. "I am holding auditions for my future husband tonight though.""And where are those auditions being held?" I asked."Upstairs, second door on the right," she said smiling as we started up the stairs."That's our bedroom isn't it?" I asked."Why, yes it is?" she said grabbing my hand."Isn't that where this started?" I asked."Yep," she said. "Natalie, let yourself out. Don't steal anything. It was nice knowing you."Do I even have to say that we lived happily ever after?The end.