Friday was finally here, and all three of us went up together. Jeannie and Yvonne were members of the bridal party so they had to go, and I realized that I may actually need them. Sharon had given me an envelope to give to Angie, and she told me NOT to open it, it was for Angie alone. I had it with me sealed.
We met Brad and Naty at the visitors area, but Angie was not there. At my questioning look, Brad said that she wanted to talk to me alone before seeing anyone else. He motioned to his dorm room and the others left for the church for the wedding rehearsals. It was time!
As I entered the dorm room, I could smell Angie's perfume. She always used the same scent because I had bought it for her on our second date. I didn't see her, so I just followed the scent. She was on Brad's bed, and she was crying. I just stared for a minute, looking at her for the first time in over a year. Then I went over to her and kissed her deeply. Her eyes flew open and she kissed me back just as hard.
"Oscar, God it's good to see you. I've been looking forward to this since Brad's call. He said that you've missed me as much as I missed you. Is that true?"
"Angie, does this answer your question?" I swept her off the bed and hugged her as tight as I could kissing her as deeply as I could. I nuzzled her neck and I said what I should have said to her a year ago. "Angie, I love you. I always have loved you and I want us to become one. Will you marry me?"
She fought out of my arms and sat back down on the bed. She started crying again and my whole world came crashing down. She didn't want to marry me!!!
She looked up at me and tried to smile, but the tears took over again. It was a full five minutes before she could speak.
"Oscar, I love you. I always have. But we can't marry until I tell you what I have to tell you, and then if you still want me, I'll marry you." She got up off the bed and went into the next room. What was going on?
She came out carrying a baby in her arms. My eyes got as wide as saucers and my mouth wouldn't work. Of all the surprises I could have imagined, this one never occurred to me. Was this my child? How? We always used condoms for this very reason. I wanted children with Angie, sure. But I wanted them after we were married. I was in shock.
Angie saw my look and sadness came over her face and she started to cry again. She carried the child back into the other room and shut the door. I ran to the door and she was leaving.
"Angie, please come back, please?" I ran to her and grabbed her arm. The look of pain on her face started me crying now. I just stood there and blubbered. My heart was breaking again, and she turned to leave again. This time I didn't hesitate. I took both of her arms in mine and turned her around. I took the child from her and smiled down at it. It looked up at me and smiled back. I was in love. Angie was watching me and she looked doubtful. I looked up at her and kissed her again and then I kissed the child. I had a family it seemed and I was on cloud nine. Angie finally realized how I felt and she said "Say hello to your son, Ray." Ray, my father's name. Thank you, Angie.
"Hello, little one. How is Daddy's boy feeling?" Ray looked up at me and gurgled happily. Angie came over and hugged me and we kissed again.
We put Ray back in his crib and I motioned Angie over to the chairs in the dining area. She smiled up at me and said "I'll marry you now, if you still want me to."
My answer was to kiss her again and smile at her. "Angie, I don't mean to sound crass or something, but how? We always used condoms, didn't we?"
"Blame it on me. The last night we spent together, I wanted you one more time, but we were out of condoms. I tried to satisfy myself with a blowjob, but my pussy wanted you in me. So while you were sleeping, I sucked you to hardness and rode your dick as gently and quietly as I could until you came in me. It was the best feeling ever. Your cock touched nerves I never knew I had in there and I just sat on you for several minutes letting your come soak in. Two months later I found out I was pregnant. I also knew that deep down I wanted to have your child and now I was going to. When you never wrote me back, I tried to forget you, but the child growing in me wouldn't let me. Remember in the letter that I said I had tried going out with other men and even having sex? I was lying. I never went out, just went home and let school consume me. When I gave birth to a boy, I knew I would call him Ray after your Dad. You loved him so much, and I hoped to give him back to you again in some way."
My opinion of this wonderful creature just soared up another level. "Angie, could you find a babysitter tonight? I would like to start on Ray's sister or brother. And there will be NO condoms used from now on until we decide differently. I want a large family, and there's no time like the present."
Angie's face got that look of lust and hunger that I had missed seeing so much. I wondered how long we'd have to wait, but Brad and the girls came in about ten minutes later. When my sisters saw Ray, I knew we had no worries about babysitters. You couldn't have pried my sisters away from him with a crowbar. Naty picked that moment to share her news with us.
"Brad, looks like Ray is going to have a cousin soon." The look on Brad's face mirrored mine earlier and then his smile became just as wide. He wanted to take us all (including Ray) out for dinner, but Angie and I begged off. Jeannie had a knowing look on her face and she shooed them out. As she was leaving she said, I always knew you two were right for each other. Now prove me right. We waved and raced each other to the bedroom.
As we were pulling our clothes off, I was suddenly reminded that Angie had not been with anyone but me (and Brad) in her life, and I was the Casanova of my high school. If there was such a thing as being unfair with ones loved one, I was sure doing it. Before we started I needed to clear the air. I needed to know why, and most of all I needed to know how she really felt. Not the sexual part, that being good was a given, but the connection part. I still didn't understand how we had connected so well and so quickly.
"Angie, honey, we need to talk. Something has been bothering me since our first night and before we consummate this upcoming marriage, we need to clear the air. What you tell me won't make any difference in how I feel, but I'd like to know. Why did you not do anything after you moved? You should have thought you'd never see me again, and I know you like sex too well to remain celibate. Also, I've never understood how we connected like we did as quickly as we did. Especially when your attitude before was so anti-sex. It's never made sense to me."
She looked at me with a look I couldn't ever remember seeing on her. Then it dawned on me... she was looking at me with relief. She wanted to tell me, too.
"Sweetheart, when I was growing up I knew I was different. I didn't know how, but I was different. I began having these (she held up her naked boobs and a little milk dripped from the nipples - my cock jumped at that and she smiled sexily) grow when I was nine. By the time I was thirteen I was fending off advances left and right from both sexes. Even Brad wanted me, I knew. The only people who never seemed to look at me with the idea of getting into my pussy were you and Jeannie. Jeannie, I knew didn't like girls and was screwing anything with a dick, but you were an enigma. I began studying you (this was news to me - I thought Angie didn't know me from any other boy), and I realized that you were different too. You were a nerd (I winced, but it was true, she laughed when I winced) but not any more, of course. You liked girls, who just ignored you as though you were a dirt speck. I began to see a soul mate on the other end of the spectrum. I began to ask Jeannie more and more about you, but I didn't want her to know I was interested in you, so I made up all that garbage about hating the idea of sex, and wanting to die a virgin. On the contrary, I must have burned out two dildos in a year's time masturbating, and most of those thoughts centered around you." With this she reached over and began stroking my dick, and I started sucking her left nipple. Her milk started to flow and it was the tastiest milk I had ever drank. She saw my look of pleasure and she cooed "That's it my big baby, drink mama's milk, suck it all up." and she kissed me on my forehead. She then continued with her story and let me drink.
"When I heard that Jeannie had finally taken your cherry (was it THAT obvious), and she was raving about you, I decided I had been fooling myself long enough. I wanted you and I was going to have you. That day on the bench, my mind began receiving all these signals from you, and I knew we had the same problem. You see, I have been projecting my ice queen image for years, so I didn't have to worry about unwanted advances. When you projected into my brain, I decided to let you go ahead, and keep quiet. When I realized we wanted the same thing, it was all I could do not to pull you in and give you a deep kiss right there, but I wanted my ice queen image for a few more days, anyway. I tuned in on your conversation with Jeannie and chuckled to myself. NO way did I want my parents or Brad home that day - I was going to be laid by the school's best stud, and I would have done anything to make sure it happened.
Angie said she was tired of talking right now and gobbled up my hard shaft in her warm sweet mouth. I reluctantly released the nipple I was nibbling on, and shoved Angie around so I could do her cunt at the same time. We came together about five minutes later. The afterglow was almost as thrilling as the act. We laid in each other's arms cuddling and kissing like an old married couple. Why not, it was what we were going to be.
I looked at my fiancee, and the look of happiness started the tears again. How did I ever let her leave me? "Honey, what about when you were gone this last year?"
"Oscar, the day I left you was the worst day of my life. My folks and Brad knew just how much I was hurting and they left me alone to work it out. My ability let me ignore other people as I didn't really want anybody else until I was sure you no longer wanted me. You know, you never removed that trigger you put in me when we were with Janie that first time (My God - I had to tell her about my deal with Janie). It was a good thing you didn't, because even over the many miles we were apart I knew you were still thinking of me. I knew you loved me deeply, even if you weren't aware of it, and when I found out I was going to have Ray, I just waited until you came to your senses. I finally got worried, though when I felt you with Sharon. I knew it was just for sex, but I knew Sharon was falling for you, and I was afraid that you would choose her instead of me because she was there. That's when I wrote you the letter. I figured I needed to let you know that I still wanted you and only you, and let you make the choice. When Brad told me what you had done, I cried for five minutes. Those were tears of joy. The only thing that I was worried about was Ray, but you proved me right again. I knew you couldn't resist your own flesh and blood anymore that I could have had an abortion. Now do you see why we were meant for each other?" She reached over and kissed me tenderly, and we started on our second round. As I was shooting into her still tight and heavenly pussy, (no condom!) I knew I had to tell her about the deal I made with Janie. I had an idea how to bail out of this, but she needed to agree.
"Angie, I don't really know how to tell you this, but I had to make a deal with Janie to get Brad's phone number to call him and tell him I was coming. She made me promise to remove all my commands and have you visit her. She still wants you bad-she even wanted me to let her be your girlfriend. She evidently still thinks no woman can resist her." I waited for the reaction, with a feeling of dread.
Angie stared at me for a long minute, and then broke out in laughter. Loud, long laughter that didn't stop for quite a few minutes. She finally composed herself enough to speak.
"Remember when I said that you had left my trigger in, well I didn't promise to release any of the commands you gave me over her, and if my memory serves me, she is my slave, is she not? (my smile agreed with her) Well, honey, how would you like a maid? I know someone who'd be perfect, and neither one of us needs to worry about her seducing you, and she won't come near me, I'll see to that. By the way, we will need a babysitter, you know, if we are going give Ray his brother or sister." She was looking at me with that evil look again and I smiled the same look back at her. We grabbed each other and fucked again.
I suddenly remembered the letter Sharon had given me, and I gave it to Angie. All it said was "To Angie from Sharon." She looked a question at me and I told her that Sharon had given it to me before I left to come up here. I told her that Sharon made me promise not to open it, but just give it to you. She kissed me and tore open the letter.
She read the letter for a few minutes, looked shocked and read it again. This time she smiled and gave the letter to me. I was floored by what Sharon had written.
Angie
I know you don't know me, and I've never met you, but I feel as if we are sisters. We both love the same man, and you got him first. The time I spent with Oscar was the most satisfying of my life and I am so jealous of you that it hurts me to even write this. I have a request to make of you, and I want you to know that I wish I didn't have to make this request with all my heart. But I also know that it is the RIGHT thing to do, and the humane thing to do.
You see, I've known for a long time that the Oscar I was falling in love with was a shell of a man. We fucked all the time, and I've never ever felt better. But he was not there with me in spirit. Oh, the body was there and the conscious mind was mostly there, but the subconscious mind and, more importantly, the heart was never there. It was with you. It was always with you and it tore me apart. Many's the time I wanted to break off with Oscar for his own sake and mine, but I loved him and I wanted any chance to have him. Until you sent him that letter, I thought I might have a chance, but it was a foolish hope.
Now my request. Whatever happens between the two of you that night, DO NOT let him go again. You two are the blueprint I will follow to find true love again, and if I thought that there was any chance that I ruined that, I couldn't live with myself. Please join with Oscar, you both need each other far more than anyone else.
Sharon
I was in tears by the time I finished the letter and Angie had my head in her chest. She looked down at me and said. "What's her phone number? I want to talk with her tonight." I wasn't sure what Angie wanted, but there was no way I could refuse her ever. I gave her the number and she went to Brad's phone and dialed. Somebody answered. Angie waited a few minutes (mouthing Steve) so I guess she had to wait for Sharon to pick up.
Angie asked me to leave the room, because she wanted to talk to Sharon alone. I was not going to argue with her, but I wondered why. I would find out later, and I was glad I had left.
Angie came in to find me on Brad's computer. I had a site up that dealt with young couples who had children. I told Angie that we needed to think about how to proceed. I knew we would marry right after graduation, and neither one of us could afford to go to college without some help. I had decided I would join my stepfather in his business because it involved science to a degree. Angie would take a job as a waitress or something until we could save enough money for her to go to nursing school like she had dreamed.
The big problem was that Angie didn't want to go back with her parents, and she had no place to stay. That was easily solved, she'd stay with my family. Yvette was in college and her room was empty. Angie wouldn't hear of it, but I had already asked my parents and they had agreed. They loved Angie almost as much as I did. I told her I'd think of something.