*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been Eddy by myself, Utilizing Microwave spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Cheryl Savoie had the crowd jumping. The Vermillion was packed; the bouncers had been turning people away because they were right at full capacity. The last thing Randy Paul wanted was for the fire marshal to shut them down.
The five women, employees of St. Ann Parish Public Utilities had come in and claimed a table. They weren’t loud and rowdy and obnoxious, but they weren’t quiet either.
“Didn’t they used have a band on Friday?” one woman asked the others.
“Yeah; think someone said they wanted too much money,” another woman agreed.
Offers of drinks, offers to dance soon came their way. Drinks were not refused, most offers to dance were also accepted.
“Got to watch the purses,” the fifth woman shouted to be heard over the music. “But sit with me until someone comes back, okay?”
Peter Neulin smiled and took the offered seat. Through the time they waited for one of Deidre Bremmer’s friends to return, Peter told Deidre he was an attorney, a new hire at Banks, Chastaine & Greene law firm. He did not hide his thick wedding band as they talked.
“Um, married?” Deidre pointedly asked, tapping his gold band with a blood red polished fingernail.
“Mm hmm,” Peter smiled and pointed to an attractive blonde that was on the dance floor with a handsome young man. “Charlene’s right there. When she said she was going to dance with, think he said his name was Danny, I said I was going to dance with you.”
Deidre watched Charlene’s lithe, sensuous movements. Charlene’s silk tank top showed that Charlene was not wearing a bra; when the lighting was right, Charlene’s half dollar sized areolae were visible. Charlene’s short leather miniskirt flashed the lace cuffs of Charlene’s black stockings as she danced with her male partner.
Peter watched his wife as she shimmied and ground her hips and buttocks in a sensual movement. He looked over at Deidre and smiled as he saw that Deidre’s attention was focused on Charlene.
Deidre was attractive in a slightly hard way. Her blonde hair was thick, threaded through with numerous strands of brown; commonly called ‘dirty blonde.’ Her hair was cut to reach her shoulders. Her brown eyes bore a certain hardness to them, and her lips were in a pout.
Peter assumed, at some time in her past, someone had told Deidre she was beautiful, and Deidre believed them. The fact that the young man had only said those words so that he could fuck the well-endowed girl never occurred to Deidre. Someone had said she was beautiful and Deidre wanted to believe that she was beautiful. Peter sensed that it he were to call Deidre ‘cute’ she would be highly offended.
After another song, two of Deidre’s work companions returned, two smirking young men in tow. Peter and Deidre went to the floor and joined the throng of happy sweating people and began to dance.
Peter and Charlene were cut from the same cloth. Both moved with sensuous grace. Deidre smiled as Peter wrapped her in a loose embrace that allowed her to feel his semi-erect cock. The lights and the throbbing bass melded with their movements.
“Drink?” Peter offered after the third song.
“Yeah! Harvey Wallbanger,” Deidre begged.
“Charlene, Sweetheart, this is Deidre,” Peter introduced Deidre to his wife. “I’m getting us some drinks; make sure no one steals her away from us.”
“Hi!” Charlene said happily and startled Deidre by kissing Deidre on her lips.
Peter returned after a few moments. Charlene nodded her thanks and sipped her grasshopper. Deidre swallowed half her Wallbanger in one gulp then resumed the conversation with Charlene.
“Deidre here works in the cancellations department,” Charlene informed Peter.
“Oh! So you’re the one cut my electricity off?” Peter mock-glared at Deidre.
“No. You’re the one made the decision to get that gram of cocaine rather than pay your bill,” Deidre smirked.
“Psychic?” Peter laughed easily.
“No; had a brother…” Deidre said and finished her drink.
Deidre let Marcia, their designated driver know she was leaving. Marcia took a sip from her water and regarded Deidre with a raised eyebrow. Looking past Deidre, Marcia regarded Peter and Charlene, then shrugged her shoulders.
“See you Monday,” Deidre enthused and scampered to catch up to Peter and Charlene.
Peter opened the rear door of his Mercedes-Benz for his wife and Deidre. When he started the car, Charlene slid over to sit close to Deidre. Before they left the parking lot of Vermillion, Charlene and Deidre were kissing, tongue teasing tongue.
Deidre did not notice how many turns Peter took, did not notice what direction they drove. In the club, it had been apparent that Charlene wore no bra; her 32D breasts bobbled freely in her soft tank top, her half dollar sized areolae and hard nipples plainly visible. As Peter backed the car into a garage, Deidre knew that Charlene also wore no panties underneath her short leather miniskirt.
When the car shut off, Charlene and Deidre parted. Deidre looked around, noticing they were in a very tidy garage. The lipstick red Mazda Miata in the second bay of the garage did make Deidre squeal she wanted one.
“Mm hmm; that’s my car,” Charlene laughed at Deidre’s reaction.
“So why didn’t y’all drive that?” Deidre asked as Peter helped her out of the back seat.
“We knew we wanted to bring one or two people home with us,” Peter said as he unlocked the door that led from garage into the kitchen of their home. “Kind of hard to fit three or four people into her itty bitty matchbox.”
“Huh,” Deidre said as Charlene nudged Deidre into the small, comfortable bungalow.
“By the way, that, um, that Danny guy?” Peter asked Charlene as he shut and locked the garage door.
“That nice fat cock? Was a rolled up sock,” Charlene admitted.
“You. Are. Kidding me, oh my God,” Peter rolled his eyes. “God. People, guys still do that shit?”
“Mm hmm, apparently,” Charlene agreed, pulling Deidre into their living room. “Sweetheart, make us a couple of drinks?”
Charlene picked up a remote control from the coffee table and pushed a button. Some soft music began to play and Charlene pulled Deidre against her. The two women embraced and swayed slowly to the music. Charlene kissed Deidre and sucked lightly on Deidre’s tongue.
“Peter and I? We, we’re swingers,” Charlene admitted to Deidre.
“I, there is nothing more erotic, more fulfilling than watching my beautiful wife making love with another man,” Peter admitted, placing a fresh Harvey Wallbanger and a grasshopper onto two coasters on the coffee table.
“Or woman,” Charlene declared.
“Or woman,” Peter agreed.
“To making love,” Charlene husked as she clinked her glass with Deidre’s glass.
“To making love,” Peter echoed, touching his own glass to the two glasses.
“To making love,” Deidre agreed, sipping her drink.
After the work day had crawled to an end, Deidre had raced home, wolfed down a frozen microwave meal, then put on a black lace bra and matching thong panties. Her black mesh blouse had a black camisole under layer sown in so it just looked as if she wore nothing underneath, but there was little chance of anyone seeing any body parts. Her knee length smoke gray skirt and black hose showed off her legs to perfection.
In the bedroom, both Charlene and Peter helped Deidre out of her clothing. Deidre could feel Peter’s hard cock rubbing against her bare back as Charlene helped Deidre out of her blouse and bra. Without turning around, Deidre could tell that Peter was not using a rolled up sock to mimic a large, thick member.
“Oh, such beautiful, Deidre, your breasts are just gorgeous,” Charlene enthused as she bent to suck on one of Deidre’s hard nipples.
On the king sized bed, the trio wiggled into a daisy chain. Deidre licked up and down the length of Peter’s circumcised cock, slobbering her tongue around the flared ridge of his cockhead. Deidre moaned as Charlene’s tongue swiped over Deidre’s bald mound before Charlene’s small fingers opened Deidre’s puffy inner lips. Deidre swallowed the head of Peter’s cock as Charlene’s tongue entered her pussy.
Charlene was quite skilled with tongue and fingers and quickly brought Deidre to orgasm. A moment later, Deidre shivered as she felt rather than heard Charlene’s squeal of orgasm. Deidre’s small hand jacked Peter’s cock as she continued to slobber her tongue around Peter’s cock.
“Augh, I, God yes, I, here I here it comes,” Peter groaned and Deidre hungrily swallowed Peter’s spurts of semen.
As the trio switched sides, Deidre looked at Charlene’s pretty pussy. She liked the swatch of blonde curls that did not fully cover Charlene’s pubic mound. Deidre bent her left leg, opening her pussy for Peter’s probing fingers and tongue. Smelling Charlene’s excitement wafting from Charlene’s puffy pink lips, Deidre began to lap at Charlene’s crotch.
“Mm hmm,” Peter moaned his approval of his wife’s oral skills as he blindly sought out Deidre’s clitoris with his tongue.
“Oh, oh God yes,” Charlene cried out in orgasm.
“Mm, mm, mmng!” Deidre grunted as Peter expertly licked and fingered her to orgasm.
“Oh! Baby’s big old dicky’s ready fuck some hot pussy?” Charlene cooed as she rolled away from Deidre’s hotly sucking mouth.
“Mm hmm,” Peter agreed.
“Does Baby want to fuck me? Or maybe Baby wants to fuck our new little friend?” Charlene cooed, stroking Peter’s thick meat in her small hand.
Charlene looked at Deidre, her beautiful eyes clouded with lust. Deidre wiggled forward and kissed Charlene’s lips hungrily.
“Let my big strong hubby fuck you?” Charlene requested, pulling her lips from Deidre’s hungry kiss.
“Uh huh,” Deidre moaned.
“Don’t worry; he got snipped,” Charlene informed Deidre as she wiggled to lay against a mound of pillows.
“And Charlene got her tubes tied; last thing we want is a bunch of kids,” Peter agreed as he knee-walked across the bed to kneel behind Deidre’s upturned buttocks.
Peter paused to admire the erotic sight of the blonde’s upturned buttocks. Deidre might believe her face to be her best feature, but in truth it was Deidre’s body that had garnered Peter’s attention. And when he pointed out the girl with the dirty blonde hair to his wife, Charlene had agreed with his assessment.
Danny, that was a bit of a disappointment; Peter loved watching his nasty slutty wife being nasty and dirty with another man. Peter loved getting cream pies from Charlene’s tight pussy. Maybe it was time to have her boss come over again for some fun and games.
Deidre’s bald pussy dribbled her excitement down her stubby thighs. For a long moment, Peter rested on his knees, admiring her puffy inner lips peeking out of her plump mound, the sheen of her excitement dripping from her, admired her light brown anus just above the patch of skin between pussy and ass.
“Mm! Augh!” both Peter and Deidre groaned as Peter jammed his thick cock into Deidre’s pussy in a long slow stroke.
“Mm, oh yyeess!” Charlene hissed as Deidre’s lips and fingers toyed with Charlene’s overheated pussy.
“Mm, oh, oh God yes,” Deidre grunted when Peter jammed a thick finger into her unprepared rectum.
Deidre’s cries of orgasm were muffled as Charlene pressed Deidre’s head against her blonde muff.
“Mm, oh, oh fuck yes,” Peter grunted as he pumped a hot stream of semen into Deidre’s tight pussy.
Slowly, gasping to catch his breath, Peter pulled his wilting cock from Deidre’s bald slit. Charlene smiled and waved him to where she lay.
“Mm hmm, know I love the way you taste after you fuck some little slut,” Charlene cooed and took Peter’s cock into her hungry mouth.
After thoroughly cleaning his cock of Deidre’s and his juices, Charlene continued to suck him until he was hard again.
“Now, Baby going do my nasty ass?” Charlene demanded. “Hmm? Baby going stick that big old cock up my nasty, dirty hole?”
Peter reached into a nightstand drawer and found the tube of lubricant. While he readied his wife’s anus for sex, Charlene wiggled down and had Deidre squat over her face; she too did love a good cream pie.
After licking and sucking Deidre to orgasm, Charlene let out a low, guttural moan. Deidre dismounted and watched as Peter slowly, steadily pushed his thick mean into Charlene’s resisting bowels. Deidre turned and pressed her lips to Charlene’s gasping mouth as her fingers twisted and tugged her own hard nipples.
“Oh fuck, oh Jesus, yes, oh that, that’s so good,” Charlene cried out as Peter began thrusting into her.
Peter pounded his cock in and out of Charlene’s rectum in a frantic movement. He reached down and pinched Charlene’s clitoris and she screamed and shuddered, then fell limp. A moment later, Peter stopped and shook his head.
“No?” Charlene wearily asked, opening her eyes.
“I, no, sorry Baby,” Peter said, pulling his cock from her battered rectum.
“Maybe you could fuck Deidre’s ass?” Charlene offered.
Deidre?” Peter asked.
“God yes,” Deidre agreed, twisting to get on hands and knees.
Peter again grabbed the tube of lubricant and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers. Deidre grunted and squealed when Peter’s fingers pressed against her rosebud.
Unlike his wife’s rectum, Deidre’s rectum struggled and fought against any intrusion. Peter shuddered in pleasure as Deidre’s rectal muscles squeezed his thick member, trying to refuse his entry. Deidre’s rectal muscles squeezed and pulsed, trying to force Peter’s cock from Deidre’s bowels.
“Oh, oh God, I, oh! Augh, go, go slow,” Deidre moaned as Peter pushed steadily into her rectum.
Peter used Deidre’s hips to pull her back against him as he fucked her struggling, squirming ass. Charlene reached underneath and grabbed Deidre’s hanging, swinging breasts.
“Ack, I, oh God, I, ack!” Deidre screamed in orgasm.
“I, oh fuck yes, fuck yes,” Peter bellowed and emptied his balls in Deidre’s incredible tightness.
“Drinks, Honey,” Charlene ordered when Peter weakly pulled his slimy cock from Deidre’s raw bowels.
“Yes’m Miss Neulin, right away, Miss Neulin,” Peter teased but wobbled from the bed.
“He’s such an ass hole sometimes,” Charlene confided to the still grunting Deidre.
“Yeah?” Deidre asked, shivering slightly as the air conditioning blew directly onto her sweating skin.
Peter came into the bedroom and handed Charlene and Deidre fresh drinks. He almost dropped Deidre’s glass when there was a sudden hard knock at their front door.
“Now, who the fuck…?” Peter asked, shrugging into a robe.
Deidre’s eyes opened wide as Peter grabbed a nine millimeter handgun from the drawer, the same drawer the anal lubricant had come from.
A second hard knocking was heard. Peter called out that he was on his way; hold on.
There was no one visible as Peter peeked through the peephole. Keeping the safety chain on, Peter opened the door.
“Himisterismymommyhere?” Peter heard a squeaky voice.
(Hi Mister. Is my Mommy here?)
“Huh?” Peter asked, trying to peer out into the darkness.
“Misterismymommyhere?” the voice squeaked again.
(Mister, is my Mommy here?)
Peter looked down and saw a small girl, dressed in Barbie pajamas, the type of pajamas that had footies. She peered up at him, small face smiling.
“Huh?” Peter asked again.
“Mymommy, ismymommyhere? Mydaddysaysthisiswheremeandmymommywillbeliving,” the little girl said, her words stumbling and tripping over one another.
(My Mommy. Is my Mommy here? My Daddy says this is where my Mommy and me will be living.)
Peter now saw that, right behind the small girl were three suitcases. He saw no one else, just the small girl and the suitcases on his porch.
Peter closed the door and took the safety chain off. He opened the door and stepped out onto his porch. He looked around, then turned as the small girl ran into his house.
“I, hey! Uh, nuh uh, you, get out of, don’t be running into my house,” Peter turned and yelled after the little girl.
Two squeals told Peter that the child had located the bedroom, had barged in on Charlene and their guest. Still seeing no one outside, Peter again stepped into the house and locked the front door.
“Deidre, I don’t care,” Peter heard his wife’s angry bark.
Peter heard sobbing coming from the bedroom and rolled his eyes. Horny women, nasty women, drunk women he could deal with. Crying women were out of his skillset.
Entering the bedroom, Peter saw his wife in her usual ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ robe. Deidre was clumsily dressing in her clothing while the small girl sat on the edge of the bed. As he entered the room, Charlene turned and fixed Peter with an angry glare.
“This is your problem, deal with it,” Charlene snarled and stormed from the room.
“My, my, my hus, my husband…” Deidre hiccoughed, trying to talk.
“Is not my concern,” Peter interrupted Deidre’s sentence. “Honey, you knew you were married when I asked you to dance. You knew you were married when you got into our car. You knew you were married when you spread your legs. So hubby dear? Is your problem.”
“But, but, but he’s, he’s divorcing me!” Deidre wailed.
“Don’tcryMommyit’sgoingbeokay,” the little girl tried to soothe her mother.
(Don’t cry Mommy. It’s going to be okay.)
“So, hmm, I, so where you want me dropping you off?” Peter asked, slipping on a pair of sweat pants.
“Are you listening to me?” Deidre screamed at Peter.
“No. Not really,” Peter admitted. “Again, Deidre, you knew you were married when you willingly spread your legs.”
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Gabrielle thought it was a wonderful adventure, staying in the DeGarde Inn. Deidre tried to put on a happy face for the four year old girl’s benefit. As soon as Gabrielle finally wound down and fell asleep in the large bed, Deidre opened the large envelope Michael had taped to the outside of the largest suitcase.
The tears started in earnest as Deidre read; Michael had apparently done a DNA test on their daughter and found out that Gabrielle was not his. Should Deidre decide to fight the terms of the divorce, Deidre’s father and mother would find out that Chad Dumella, Deidre’s half-brother was actually the father.
After Chad’s death from a drug overdose, Deidre’s mother had spiraled into a deep depression. The news of her departed baby boy and her daughter, Chad’s half-sister having sex might be the last nail in Debbie Dumella’s coffin.
Both Chad’s father and Deidre’s father, Deidre was sure, would shrug and ask when they could have their turn plugging Deidre’s holes. Despite their uncaring attitude, or possibly because of it, Deidre did not want either man finding out she and her half-brother had once had a very close relationship.
“That was strike one, trying to pass off your brother’s baby as mine,” Michael wrote.
Michael had forgiven Deidre, never even bringing up Gabrielle’s parentage to Deidre. Chad’s death from a drug overdose removed any chance of a reoccurrence. But Michael had not forgotten. Michael kept close tabs on his wife.
Strike two had been leaving the nightclub and getting into the car of Peter and Charlene Neulin. No matter what may have happened afterward, Deidre’s intent had been abundantly clear when she had parted company with her coworkers and left the nightclub with two strangers…
“This isn’t baseball; this is real life,” Michael wrote in his concise and economical handwriting. “You don’t get a strike three.”
The terms of the divorce was actually quite reasonable. Deidre would get spousal support of five hundred dollars a month for forty two months, the number of months they’d been married. Gabrielle, however, would receive eight hundred a month until she reached the age of eighteen.
Because the courts would not care that Michael was not the father of the minor child, because he would be saddled with the debt of providing for the child, Michael was requesting visitation with his daughter. In his own words, it was not right to harm Gabrielle because of the sins of the mother.
Deidre cried as she put the pages down; the words were too blurry to continue reading. The music, the lights, the taste of the alcohol, the smell of cologne and perfume and sweat had all conspired to seduce her. But Deidre knew she had willingly allowed herself to be seduced.
Deidre did think briefly of placing a pillow over her daughter’s face, of smothering her precious baby, then tying the hotel garbage bag over her own head and suffocating to death. With a horrified gasp, Deidre silently begged the sleeping child to please, please forgive her.
Sunlight and coffee and two sticky doughnuts and apple juice for Gabrielle did bring about a brighter outlook on the day. Michael answered his phone on the second ring and agreed that Deidre could come get her car.
“Michael, I know, I know just saying I’m…” Deidre started, but the phone beeped letting her know Michael had terminated the connection.
Returning to the room, Deidre signed the papers then called for an Uber. Gabrielle still thought this was all a grand adventure and excitedly waited for their ride.
‘Keys are on front tire,’ Michael texted.
‘Will put signed papers in mailbox,’ Deidre responded.
Great Oak Savings & Loan financial institution hired Deidre Dumella and she fit in well. Gabrielle Bremmer loved her new school; she was a big girl going to pre-Kindergarten now. She easily made friends in school and in the trailer park she and Mommy lived in.
And every other Friday, she and Mommy drove to Lake Charles, to the Cracker Barrel and they had supper with Daddy and then she and Daddy would go to Daddy’s house for the whole weekend and then on Sunday they would have dinner at Cracker Barrel again and she and Mommy would go home to their trailer.
“I know I’ve said it a thousand times,” Deidre would say after their lunch on those Sundays, “But I really am, I am just so sorry.”
“No strike three,” Michael would say flatly. “Bye Pumpkin, bye-bye, Daddy already misses you. You be a good girl for Mommy, okay?”
Nearly a year after Deidre’s indiscretion, Gabrielle shattered her hopes of an eventual reunion; at the Sunday dinner, Gabrielle talked incessantly about the upcoming wedding and she had her flower girl dress already picked out and Miss Irma was real nice and said Gabrielle was going be the prettiest flower girl ever and…
Through the haze of tears, Deidre could see the look of empathy on Michael’s face. He was not gloating or mocking; he truly did know how Deidre was feeling.
“That, that’s how you felt, when, when I got into that car?” Deidre whispered as Gabrielle paused in her monologue long enough to scoop up some ketchup with her French fries.
Michael didn’t answer. Deidre fought hard against bursting into sobs when he gently reached across the table and squeezed her hand.
Thursday of the following week was the fifteenth of the month. All the tellers and customer service personnel knew it was payday for a large portion of the Oakleaf County populace. As expected, there was a bit of a run at the lunch hour and another run near the close of the day.
Deidre smiled as Glen Kennedy, a handsome older man allowed a young woman to go ahead of him when Penny called out her availability. Deidre finished her transaction with the young man at her window and waved Glen forward.
Glen Kennedy was handsome, dressed very well, and had a deep rich voice that sent tremors through Deidre’s spine. She’d politely rebuffed his attentions in the past, hoping against hope that Michael would forgive her. But, now that Michael was moving on…
“Hi Beautiful, ready to run off to Mexico with me?” Glen asked as he presented his commission check and deposit slip.
“Why don’t we go out on a couple of dates first? I’d hate to get all the way to Mexico and find out I don’t like the way you snore,” Deidre suggested.
“I, you serious, uh, well, yes ma’am, yes ma’am,” Glen stammered, delighted that his favorite bank teller was finally warming up to him.
On their date, a fun evening at Tokyo Gardens Japanese hibachi restaurant, followed by ice cream sundaes at Holland’s Hand cranked ice creamery, Deidre held nothing back. She admitted she’d been a bit of a slut in high school and in her one year of college before pregnancy dictated she drop out and get gainful employment. She was open and honest about why her loving and devoted husband had filed for divorce.
In that spirit of openness, Glen talked about his fourteen year marriage to his high school sweetheart. Days before their fifteenth anniversary, two months before Gloria’s thirty fourth birthday, Gloria decided to come out of the closet.
Deidre was impressed with Glen’s maturity regarding his ex-wife. Her deception had obviously wounded him, yet he did not call his ex-wife derogatory names. He did not use profanity when he spoke.
“But, you know, it really did make sense, why she never wanted children,” Glen smiled sadly, then brightened. “But tell me about Ms. Gabrielle; she’s in kindergarten, right?”
Their second date was Bully Burgers then ice skating. Deidre found out she was a natural at ice skating and happily told Glen she couldn’t wait to take Gabrielle to the rink; she was sure her little girl would be a professional ice skater in no time.
That date ended up in bed at Deidre’s trailer.Lauren Kennedy had taught Glen well and Deidre silently thanked the unknown woman as Glen tongued her to a grunting, thrashing orgasm.
A month after their first date, Glen accompanied Deidre and Gabrielle for Friday dinner with Michael and Miss Irma. The men bonded immediately as they talked about the lack of decent coaching at the local collegiate level. Irma had that unmistakable glow and Deidre shared her memories of her pregnancy with Gabrielle.
“No, no, unless you’re in the Big Ten or the SEC, forget about getting a coach,” Michael agreed.
“Big tablespoon of honey with the prune juice?” Deidre advised. “Oh, and watch the sugar. I mean processed sugar. Believe me, I know how bad you going want them Tornadough Doughnuts; don’t. Don’t do it.”
“I’ve got a meeting with Craig Goodwin tomorrow morning,” Glen said casually as his drove west on I-10 while Michael and Irma and Gabrielle drove east.
“Oh? He’s not going buy that Ferrari?” Deidre joked, naming the glossy black Ferrari she kept ‘begging’ Glen to buy for her.
“Hmm? No, no, he’s going sell me a house,” Glen smiled.
“A what?” Deidre asked.
“Yeah, figured, it’s about time I moved out of that matchbox apartment,” Glen said, slowing to allow a truck to pass them. “And, it’s time get you and Gabrielle out of that trailer y’all are in.”
“Do what?” Deidre asked.
“So, need you come with me so you can help pick out our home,” Glen said.
Since they would be meeting with Craig Goodwin in the morning, Deidre stayed at Glen’s small apartment that night. Their first fuck was just a quick dirty fuck. Their second joining was a slow, loving coupling.
“I…I love you,” Deidre said, safe and warm in Glen’s embrace.
“Finally!” Glen whispered triumphantly into Deidre’s ear. “I finally got you to say it.”
The End
**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I sincerely thank you for reading my stories.
I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I likewise thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that ‘Favorite’ my works.
Cheryl Savoie, the DJ of Vermillion is a minor character first introduced in ‘Five Trailers: Lot B’ in the Romance category. Her job as a DJ, and her boss, Randy Paul are introduced in ‘Do You Want TO Dance?’ in the Group Sex category.
Deidre Bremmer is introduced in ‘Never That Bold Ch. 03’ in the Lesbian Sex category. In that particular story, her name is Deidre Dumella.
Peter Neulin’s place of employment, the law firm of Banks, Chastaine & Greene is established in ‘Is This Seat Taken?’ in the Lesbian Sex category.
Glen Kennedy, the Superior Motors salesperson is a minor character introduced in ‘Tequila Ch. 03’ in the First Time category.
“Eddy” instead of ‘edited’ and ‘microwave’ instead of Microsoft in the **Disclaimers were intentional mistakes. Some people just ain’t happy ‘less they gots something bitch ’bout. Y’all welcome, hear?
Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.