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Sweet Dreams Are Made of These - 9
by Innuendo (keepsake411@yahoo.com)
Will they or won't they? Questions answered and
reconciliations abound. (FFM, oral, fantasy, rom)
***
Decisions vary in scope and importance. We make them
all the time; their making defines us as people, tells
others who we have been, what we are, what we might
be. Maybe you like pina-coladas and getting caught in
the rain, or hot summer nights with a tall glass of
cold lemonade. A slender girl with legs that climb all
the way to heaven, or one with curves that don't quit,
promising to send you freefalling into love. The high-
paying stressful job that will line your pockets with
green and face with stress, or something more menial,
impacting the lives of others in such a meaningful way
that one can't help but love the work they do.
Decisions deeply rooted in every sphere of life.
Family. Lovers. Friends. School. Jobs.
Marriage.
Jahn had spent a lot of time over the previous months
thinking about his future. Somewhere along the line,
he had finally realized that what he was doing wasn't
just an attempt to retain a sexy, thrilling
relationship with two incredible women, but he'd
actually fallen in love with both of them. A slow
revelation, chiseling away at his defenses like a
miner's pick with a slow and steady tapping, It came
to him that what he thought was love in other
relationships was just commitment, but without an
emotional bond. Not that all fault could be laid at
his doorstep, but there was a recognizable element of
self-involvement.
Together, Jen and Fiona were stronger than any one
woman and had managed to drag him out of the shell
he'd erected. That former solitude, the loneliness of
it, held no appeal for him. He'd looked to the heavens
and found his sun and moon. He wanted to reach out,
draw them close, and never let them go, to marry them.
Jen examined the ring cupped in her palm with wonder,
but Fiona stared at him as if he'd suddenly grown a
second head. "That's... polygamy," she said, words
tumbling from her mouth as if forced. Her sister half-
turned to her, listening quietly.
"You're absolutely right. People judge it harshly for
a lot of good reasons. I don't think any of those
reasons apply to us, do you? What you think matters to
me, not others."
"It's not... legal." Flatly delivered, her response's
meaning was unreadable.
"Of course, the marriage would be strictly ceremonial.
I can give you my name, my commitment, my... self. The
tax breaks, all the rest of the things that go along
with so-called real marriages? They're not what
_matters_. You and Jen matter."
Fiona's voice was strained, but she continued. "How
could we possibly arrange the wedding?"
"Entirely up to you. We could take our vows
separately, or together. I like the latter, since all
three of us would be in this together, but it's your
call. Whatever makes you most comfortable."
"The... other things?" A subtle emphasis on the word
'other' framed her question. Of course, there was
always the specter of sex to haunt the relationship.
A touch of humor tinged his response. "Jen's done a
fine job of arranging that, and we're not even
married." The blonde's cheeks colored a light pink,
but she was smiling. Fiona, on the other hand... was
he losing her?
"I... what would Mom say? I don't think-" Jen looked
up sharply at this reply from Fiona, another more
obvious realization having the blonde. He knew what
that was – her father.
Mary Reed was an entirely different matter. During the
short time Jahn had spent with her away from her
daughters, he'd managed to get across to the woman
just how much both of her daughters meant to him. Last
month, he'd called her again, looking for some advice.
After a reminder about his testicles being on the
line, she'd answered.
"I already spoke to her. If this is what _you_ want,
we have her blessing." Turning briefly to Jen, he
said, "However, if you want this too, you're going to
have to talk to your father. He'll never accept it
from me." The blonde looked back, blue eyes appealing,
before lowering them in tacit agreement, returning to
examination of the sparkling ring in her hand.
"And the people at work? I have to... deal with that."
Yes, there was a slight complication due to her
position in the company; she was upper management in
V&P's billing department, and had to maintain far more
professional standards than lower level Records
workers like Jen. Still, he didn't think that would be
a problem.
"Remember all those long talks we had early on, when
you told me about your job? V&P is a family-owned
corporation, you said. One that believes family
matters, and that family isn't defined by traditional
norms. It wasn't chance that both you and Jen work
there, or that several of your co-workers have cousins
and even parents in other departments. All of those
big social events, the reasons why people seem to
marry in-company so often."
Jen stopped him from continuing. "Can I say
something?" Turning her full attention to Fiona, her
voice gentle, she said, "You're my sister and my best
friend, Fi, but that's not enough anymore. I've been
waiting.... like my whole life for someone to love...
hell even _like_ me. It's lonely, and I don't want to
live like that anymore. I love Jahn, and I can't think
of anyone I'd rather share him with than you." Holding
up her hand, eyes filled with determination, she slid
the ring onto her finger.
Desperately, Jahn reached out with, "We've made it
this far, Fiona, past family and the obstacles that
matter. The rest is love and commitment. Am I wrong?
Don't you feel the same? Or is living like that too
much to deal with? I want to think that I've moved
past being so narcissistic, but if I've completely
misunderstood..."
Brown eyes flooded with tears. "Of course I love you,
Jahn, and I'm well past any resentment of Jenny. It's
just... I never could have wished for anything like
this. It seems like there are so many reasons we
shouldn't, like this is wrong or something. I love
you, but..."
"We all need somebody to love. This is about what
_you_ want. Will you marry me?"
"I..." Staring at the back of her hand, she examined
the ring, tears sliding down her cheeks. Her gaze
shifted aside to Jen's worry-filled expression before
cutting back to his, and some of the luster returned
to her eyes. Whatever concerns that exceptional mind
of hers could raise, she left them unspoken, resolve
in her features. She slid her own ring into place.
"Yes."
***
Hard decisions had to be made in the first weeks after
the trio got home, and Jahn, like it or not, had to be
at the center of all of them. Mary had accepted the
arrangement, and even seemed pleased when he told her
both of her daughters had said yes to the proposal,
but Donovan was now the paramount issue, and Jen
seemed to understand that if they were going to go
through with a wedding, her father's approval was
absolutely critical.
It was a cool and confident young woman that
approached her father's booth at the Johannesberg
prison, not a vulnerable little girl praying for her
daddy's approval, though Jahn was certain that at
least some part of his fiancée still craved it.
Donovan sat with the phone in his hand, a huge bull of
a man attempting to discern exactly what had changed
his daughter's attitude so dramatically. A steely
stare that got no visible reaction from Jahn gained
the man nothing, but the ring on Jen's finger told him
a great deal. Those blue eyes looked briefly approving
then narrowed.
Not stupid, Jahn thought. He knows damn well that
something's up and that it probably has to do with
Fiona.
"Hi Dad! We just got back from Florida a few days
ago, and I wanted to give you the good news. Jahn
proposed!" With a bright smile that seemed a little
forced, she raised a hand to show off her ring. "We're
going to get married, come spring!"
Donovan said a few words that Jahn couldn't make out,
seeming to give Jahn a nod of acknowledgement, though
not quite approval, because he was still waiting for
the bombshell. Was that a question he was asking? Jen
obliged with a response, though hesitantly.
"Yeah... about Fiona. I know it's not something you
want to hear, but he's marrying her too." A shadow
seemed to fall over the big man's face and it hardened
into something like the granite cast Jahn had seen
when they first met, but darker. From where he stood,
the harsh words the man was speaking were only a
drone, but he could guess.
"No, Daddy. I _am_ okay with it. I'm not doing this
because it's what he wants, but because it's what _I_
want. I love him, and so does Fiona, and he loves us
both. Do you understand that?"
Donovan spoke again, most of it unintelligible from
what Jahn could read of his lips, but the last looked
something like "It's not right."
Jenny flared up angrily, voice thick with emotion.
"Maybe not, but _you_ made it this way, _you_ made
this situation different, Daddy. You and your friends!
Did you think I wouldn't figure out that the people
you've got looking out for us have been chasing off
any guys that we might have been interested in, or
showed the least bit of interest in us? Do you know
what that's like, how lonely that is? Mom told me how
you used to be this big ladies man, and how you fell
in love with her instead. You had them, then her; and
we had nobody. Nobody!"
Donovan seemed to reel as if punched, and Jen
continued, "Don't take this away from me, just because
it doesn't seem right to you! You made it "wrong"
because you wouldn't let _me_ have a normal life, and
now you want to take what I do have away! Do you hate
me because I'm not like you? Is that it?" Jen sounded
as if she were losing her composure, close to tears.
Reaching out, Jahn laid a reassuring hand on her
shoulder.
Something like panic replaced the darkness and
hostility on Donovan's face, and Jahn was reminded
again of the odd mix of love and hate at war inside
the man, as if he were some sort of mutant
representation of that yin/yang business. Leaning
forward, the man spoke urgently into the phone,
indiscernible chatter nearly an octave higher than his
usual base rumble. Reassurance. Letting her know he
did love her. Trying to fix the colossal fuck up that
had been his interference in his daughter's life and
was now threatening to take the one thing he did love
in life away from him. Whatever dark principles the
man held, they were losing the war against the one
thing that mattered most to him. Good.
In the end, Jen had her way, and while her behemoth of
a father looked beaten, he also appeared much happier.
The hot seat didn't seem quite so hot when Jahn
finally had to sit down and speak to the man, though
Donovan immediately put him on the defensive.
"Hope you're sincere, boy, that you really do love
her, because you know the consequences if you hurt my
girl." All cold menace, delivered under a veneer of
calmness for Jen's benefit. That would be terrifying
under other circumstances, but for some reason their
mother was still more intimidating.
"Or you'll cut my balls off, right?" Jahn delivered
the line without a hint of sarcasm to discourage any
suspicion of mockery. "I do love her, yeah. With all
my heart."
Donovan stared at him coldly for a moment then gave a
short bark of a laugh. "You've been talking to Mary."
"Wouldn't be where I am without her approval, sir."
"No, don't s'pose you would. Mary's a beautiful woman,
all class, but she's got a firebrand temper. Mess with
her little girls, either of them, and she's like the
wrath of God. Didn't take shit from me, or any of the
guys."
The guys. "Your 'friends,' I take it?"
After another uncomfortable stare, Donovan said, "I
don't care if you don't like what they stand for;
they've done right by me. Pick up a paper. Wasn't
right for me to have them shielding Jenny the way they
did, but that's on me. Not them."
"Including Edwards?"
"He's to his old man what Jenny is to me. That's all
I'm gonna say on that."
"And this neighborhood watch program of yours?"
Carefully delivered, treading that fine line of
sarcasm and respect.
"They'll make sure Edwards stays where he belongs, but
otherwise... I'm ending it. I trust Mary's gonna keep
a real close eye on you, but it's _your_ job to make
sure nothing happens to my girl."
"'Til death do us part," Jahn said softly.
Donovan looked taken aback at the quote, but nodded.
"Just like that, kid. Now fuck off and put Jenny back
on the line."
***
Resolving the conflict with Jen's father had brought
all the sunlight back into her disposition, and she
spent the ride home gushing over the fact that things
seemed to be working out just right. There was a touch
of shadow over her newfound enthusiasm, as if she
feared that it couldn't last. He'd have to work on
changing that, and spent most of the afternoon making
good on the attempt.
"Agh!" Jen gasped out as Jahn went down on her again,
nibbling lightly at her clit, enjoying the musky scent
of her arousal. "God, I love the way you love me." The
teasing motion of his tongue around her swollen lips
and then back to their original target caused her to
arch her back and surge against him, clutching at his
head with her thighs, fingers digging tightly into his
skull to grip what she could of his head. Her climax
was a frantic thing, violently pulling him into her,
encouraging him to partake more deeply of her most
personal essence. When she finally let him up for air,
the satisfied expression on her face could do no less
than bring a smile to his.
"You get to look forward to this for the rest of your
life," he whispered in her ear, after he'd moved up
the bed to lie down beside her. The beatific look on
the blonde's face was all the repayment he needed.
***
September days seemed to start flying by as the trio
began to carefully let out the news of the impending
wedding. Fiona had already spoken to Vander about the
matter, confirming what he'd already suspected: the
company had absolutely no problem with what her boss
termed an 'alternative marriage' The man's choice of
expression had an uncomfortable feel to it, and Jahn
was glad he didn't have to deal with the flack that
those who led other 'alternative' lifestyles had to.
World was an ugly place sometimes, and he didn't want
that for Jen and Fiona.
Donovan's advice to pick up a paper had haunted him
for a while, and he eventually took a trip to the
local library to search their archives. The man's
conviction predated most of the library's online
resources, and Jahn had to kill most of an afternoon,
but eventually found an old scanned copy. Jen had been
right in her assessment – the assault and murder had
been nasty pieces of work, and by all witness
accounts, racially motivated – a deadly assault on a
Native man drinking at the same bar Donovan and some
friends were hanging out at. Jahn had stumbled over
that bit, looking for the name of the man killed, but
it hadn't been Fiona's father, who he knew by name, if
nothing else.
While the attack happened long before hate legislation
had been instituted, the circumstances had been
sufficient to put away anyone involved for most of a
lifetime: Tate Harding, the dead man, had left a
family behind, and the only man who'd been
successfully fingered for the murder had taken the
rap. That was the important part, what Donovan had
been referring to. Several men had been pointed out as
being with Donovan that evening, and it was believed
that they'd been directly involved but the police had
nothing to implicate them. Donovan was the one who
went away. A Margrave was named, though it didn't
appear to be the same man as their neighbor across the
street.
Click.
Donovan's people weren't just doing looking out for a
friend, they were doing it for a friend who'd
sacrificed his entire life for them. It was the
darkest examples of loyalty Jahn had ever heard of,
and he wasn't sure how he felt about that, but it...
made sense. More importantly, he didn't feel like he
had to worry they might take exception to their
buddy's little girl sharing her man with a half-breed.
Those friends would do what _Donovan_ wanted.
Case closed, he thought numbly, turning off the
computer.
***
Life's never that simple, though. Just when you think
you've fixed all the problems, another pops right up.
"It's wonderful that Jenny was able to work things out
with her father," Fiona said serenely as she put away
the last of the dishes they'd been washing together.
"But... there's still some unfinished business we need
to take care of."
Glancing sideways at her, he noted the emphasis she'd
placed on 'unfinished,' and said, "I already called
Greg. He was pretty cool about it, and seemed a lot
more relaxed when I talked to him." Apparently, Jen's
intervention had helped Greg and Amy's budding
relationship over a major hurdle, and the man had been
shockingly friendly when Jahn spoke to him, treating
their previous grudge as long dead past. Though, it
seemed Jen already knew all the details..." I guess
Amy's been hanging out with Jen and her friends since
then."
Fiona nodded as they headed into the living room to
relax. "On top of everything else, Edwards was a
control freak. Amy didn't have any friends of her own.
I'm told she used to be a lively, outgoing person
before things fell apart for her, and Jen has been
helping her get some of that back Amy needs someone
who actually cares about what she feels to look out
for her, and friends to uplift that battered spirit.
She has that now, she'll be okay."
Taking hold of his hand, Fiona said quietly. "Greg
isn't the ancient history I wanted to talk to you
about."
Only one person came to mind, and he felt his stomach
lurch, because he was sure there was only one person
she could be referring to. "Andrea? Look..."
"Hear me out, Jahn, okay?" she interrupted. His lips
felt tight and bloodless as his mouth thinned into a
disapproving line, but he nodded anyway.
"I'm not sure if you've realized it, but Andrea and I
don't just work together. We're in the same
department, and though you might not be able to tell
from the titles, she's the head of A/R and I'm moving
up to a similar position in A/P." Receivables and
Payables, he thought. Billing. Right. "We don't just
work together, we have to work as a team, and if my
promotion comes when Jordan retires, I'll have to work
a lot more closely with her."
Somewhat bluntly, he asked, "Okay, so how do I fit in?
As you said, it's ancient history."
Quietly, she said, "I've seen how you react whenever
her name comes up. You're bitter about that breakup,
even if you've mostly moved past it since then. It's a
toxic issue for you, and if I'm going to be around her
more often, the subject of work would have to be off-
limits. You know how important my career is to me; I
don't want the two poisoning each other." He did know
this. While he and Jen could best be described as low-
level functionaries, Fiona was an expert at what she
did, and had the potential to become regional manager
someday.
Mulling the thought over for a few minutes, he finally
asked, "Okay, I understand the conflict here, but what
am I supposed to do? Confront her, have another shout
down? I had my fun the first time, and ultimately it
just turned out to be an embarrassment, and made me
look and feel like an asshole. On some level I know
she wasn't solely at fault for the way things turned
between us, even if that sideshow with Greg was a
major factor."
Fiona nodded. "Right, you and I discussed that.
Andrea's rather bitter about how things turned out as
well. There are a number of good reasons behind her
feelings that have nothing to do with you. You weren't
meant for each other."
A note of sarcasm entered his voice, "I'm sorry _she_
feels that way, but-," Then he picked up on the rest
of Fiona's response. "What the hell? Since when do you
have any personal insight into Andrea's affairs?"
Calmly meeting his confrontational glare, she replied,
"We were friends for a long time. Our friendship
cooled off a bit, and these days it's a friendship of
mutual professional respect." Noting the look on his
face, she reassured him. "That's well before you came
along."
"Doesn't seem to jibe with what you told me the first
time we met. What was it you said? Something about her
being a user?"
"You don't remember how you and I first met, do you?"
She delivered the question matter-of-factly, as if it
were of little consequence.
In an even voice he said, "You're changing the
subject."
"No, this is relevant."
"Wellllll," Jahn hedged. "I'm sure we met before the
first time you asked me out, at a party or
something..." Fiona gave him a slight smile, squeezing
his hand as she did so.
"Don't be embarrassed about it. You wouldn't remember,
but I do. It was Christmas of 2008. That was one of
V&P's parties, remember. Couples such as yourself and
Andrea were present, of course, but plenty of singles
looking to meet somebody." He did remember that part.
He'd had more than a few half-drunk women hitting on
him. Eyeing his fiancée, he asked, "You weren't one of
those girls pawing at me, were you?"
Laughing, she shook her head. "No, but I distinctly
remember what a gentleman you were about the whole
affair; that made a huge impression on me. More
relevant to what I'm getting at, though, I remember
Andrea treating you like a well-trained puppy. Not the
first time she's treated one of her boyfriends that
way. There's a reason she does it, and I understand
and sympathize with her feelings, but it's still a
terrible way to treat someone you're supposed to care
about. It's using."
"This doesn't make her any less capable as a
professional, or a horrible person. Andrea's got a
wickedly sharp intellect that she's put to great use
for the company, and as a person, she's the friend
others can look to for sound advice and a shoulder to
lean on."
Jahn studied her for a moment, considering the
insights she'd offered. "Okay, so the reason she acts
the way she does is..?"
"That's her story to tell, not mine. We may not be
best friends anymore, but I won't do that to her."
A slight smile tugged at his lips. "Seems to me that
what you're really saying is: we need to have a talk
with Andrea."
"People don't communicate with each other often
enough," she confirmed.
"And she already knows about us? If I show up with you
on my arm, it's not going to cause a problem?"
Fiona shrugged. "She doesn't know yet, but it won't be
a problem. She's got herself a new man now, someone
she actually cares about and treats as an equal."
Something his fiancée had said tugged at his brain.
"You remembered me from a party nearly four years ago,
asked me out right off the bat the second time we met.
Coincidence?"
That alluring smile he loved so much made a return
appearance, "You'd be silly to think that I spent four
years pining about in expectation that the pair of you
would split, but opportunity knocked very loudly. Why
do you think I went ballistic when Jenny snatched you
up?"
***
Seeing Andrea again could have gone more smoothly, but
Jen got wind of the fact that Jahn was in the building
and intercepted him at Fiona's office. Her ambush was
effective, practically jumping onto him to drag him
down for a kiss. Swapping tongues certainly did have
its appeal, but the demonstration was uncomfortably
public. His face flushed with heat as he realized
other workers were staring. Pouting prettily up at
him, his girlfriend drew back. "You could have stopped
by my floor to say hi, you know."
Shifting nervously, he said, "I've got an appointment
to keep."
An icy voice interjected, "Sucking face on the office
floor, Jahn? Keeping it classy, I see." Andrea. His
ex-girlfriend stood there, pulling on her overcoat in
preparation for the lunch Fiona had arranged. As
beautiful as ever, with those sculpted features,
perfectly prepared shoulder-length locks a lovely
shade of strawberry blonde, and green eyes that
glittered like cut gemstones. Nearly Jahn's height,
Andrea Dunlap seemed to tower over his diminutive
fiancée.
Spinning about to face Andrea, Jenny scowled up at
her. "That was uncalled for."
Andrea was a master of communicating condescension and
quirked her lips in a smile that dripped contempt. "I
suppose that's true. It's hardly fair to fault someone
for an inability to control their baser impulses."
Jen's hand curled into a fist, and she half raised it,
"Bitch, I'll show you an inab-"
"Jenny, chkt." The blonde's expression turned stony as
Fiona headed off the confrontation, but she acceded
and gave Jahn a possessive hug before stalking away.
Strange, he was going to have to ask Fiona what _that_
was all about sometime. The brunette turned her
attention back to Andrea. "I wish you wouldn't treat
my sister like that."
Andrea gave a slightly dismissive gesture of her hand.
"You know we've never gotten along."
"That's true, but this is a different situation. Jahn
is our fiancée. We, all three of us, are getting
married early next year."
"Our-" The incredulity on Andrea's face was palpable,
almost priceless, though it was hard for Jahn to enjoy
it under the circumstances. "-married." Still, however
sharp surprise she'd just had, the taller woman
composed herself quickly, her face becoming a mask of
indifference, though it was clear to him that gears
were turning and she was making a host of connections
in her head. Click, click, click, he figured.
With a forced smile, his ex said, "I've got to hear
this one."
***
Jahn had never had the opportunity to witness Fiona in
her element, doing what she did best at her job. As
she took control of the lunch date, it became clear to
him that what she was doing must be very similar to
how she handled clients. Displaying tact, diplomacy,
and that all-important respect, she made a concerted
effort to keep everyone at ease. His fiancée
immediately began a process of defusing any tensions,
starting with a non-apology to both of them for
pushing the confrontation, then following it up with a
real apology to Andrea for the way she'd snatched up
Jahn after the couple had broken up. Jahn didn't think
that was something she needed to justify, but it was
obvious Fiona felt as if making there had been a kind
of betrayal in it.
"I've said to both of you that you weren't made for
each other, and part of that is because you never
really talked to each other, never connected on an
emotional level. If you had, you might have understood
why."
He'd never been to any kind of therapist, but this
felt like going to a relationship or marriage
counselor. Except in reverse. Fiona was pulling it
off, though, and gave them a nudge in the direction of
discussing their past. All nudges – he noticed that
she never seemed to push Andrea, letting the woman
decide for herself when and what she'd share.
Andrea Dunlap had been an all-star student, outgoing
and popular. Growing up, from a small town and
conservative background, with the full support of a
loving family she seemed destined for great things.
Always sure what she wanted to do with the rest of her
life, she rocketed through high school and into the
state college with a full ride. Her star was rising,
and she knew she was going places, until she met Brian
Cadley. An entire world seemed to shift in place as
she fell head over heels for him, but it wasn't a
change for the better.
Cadley was a destructive influence, the life of beer-
soaked parties, the kind of guy who had no commitment
to anything but getting drunk and getting laid, and
freeloading off anyone that would have him around.
Compounding matters, he'd gotten her pregnant, and
made it clear he didn't really care. Andrea closed up
on that topic, and Jahn wasn't sure whether she'd had
an abortion or gave the baby up for adoption. Either
way, it was clear that she'd been emotionally
devastated by the experience.
Andrea's life had gone into tailspin, grades slipping,
alienating friends, scholarship under threat, ignored
by a live-in boyfriend, unable to talk to her parents
about what had happened. Fiona had helped her get her
head on straight, and after that, Andrea had done what
she did best, in clinical and single-minded fashion
setting to rights her academic standing, tossing the
frat boy to the curb, repairing her friendships, doing
whatever she had to do to get her life back on track.
She'd sworn to herself that she'd never lose control
of her life again, never let some heartless asshole
use her like that.
Control. That's what it came down to. She'd closed
herself off emotionally, and Jahn had never made the
effort to dissolve that barrier, to find out what
drove her.
The situation with Greg and Jahn had been strange
synchronicity. Most guys she'd met after getting
things together were either over awed, or intimidated
by her new-found level of confidence and insistence on
absolute control over her life. Those that did
approach her were generally dismissed. Greg and Jahn,
however, had been sincere in their approach, with an
eye to romance, and she'd been thrilled to have the
attention. But neither had connected with her in their
time together, and her _need_ to control the situation
had caused it to evolve into that odd three-way
relationship that none of them were comfortable with.
He'd been surprised to find that Andrea wasn't simply
dating someone else or ignoring one man in favor of
the other, but avoiding them both.
He'd been stupid in some respects. It was never about
the material things for her. Why should it? She'd
always had the money and success, things she'd earned
for herself.
As if the New Year had swept away the old debris, the
relationship between Andrea, Greg and Jahn simply fell
apart. It had been an abrupt wakeup call for Andrea,
and the rage and helplessness that had inspired her
screaming fit at V&P when they broke up had been a
sort of catalyst.
Greg and Jahn weren't the only ones that had found
someone new that day. A man named Christopher Ford had
been at his cubicle across from her office when Andrea
had her emotional tear-up. He'd had a bit of a crush
on her for the longest time, admiring her from a
distance, and when he heard the break down, he was
there to help pick up the pieces. The situation had
given them the opportunity to connect from the start -
here was someone she could finally open up to, someone
who would understand that her reserve and aloofness
were simply a defensive façade, and would never step
across those boundaries without invitation.
Jahn listened to her story, and told her his own,
letting her in on a lot of things about himself that
his ex had never known, but that Fiona had coaxed out
of him through long conversations. Andrea was walled
off by her emotional cloister, Jahn by his self-
involvement. Two castles – so close and yet so far
apart, doomed from the very start. Fiona had been
right all along, the former couple hadn't been meant
for each other.
A wave of peace enveloped his heart, as understanding
unfolded in his mind, the bitterness washing away with
a low tide. When Andrea reached across the table with
that same revelation clear in her glittering green
eyes, he took her hand in his own. A gentle touch, it
was one of forgiveness, as was his own to her.
***
"I'll admit, it wasn't very nice of me to force a
confrontation like that, but I didn't want the ghost
of an old relationship hanging over our heads. It
worked out for the best, don't you think?" Wrapping
the leftovers, she put them in the fridge and turned
to him.
"For the best," he echoed agreeably.
"Perhaps you'd like to punish me?" she asked with a
teasing smile, turning slightly to show him the curve
of her butt.
Startled out of his reverie, it took him a moment to
register what his fiancée had said, and he laughed as
he made the connection, a riding crop and an old-
fashioned wooden paddle coming to mind. "You've been
talking to Jen."
A hint of concern on her face, she asked, "That's okay
with you, isn't it? We've been talking a lot more
lately, and of course you're a part of a lot of our
conversations..."
Grinning, he said, "I might find it kind of awkward if
_you_ were to ask to play out any of Jen's
elaborate.... dress-up scenarios or some of the other
wild stuff she gets up to. I've always gotten the
feeling that you prefer to keep your kinks on the
down-low."
Relaxing, she smiled flirtatiously. "I love the things
we do together, but I do have some adventurous spirit
and you don't always have to be gentle with me. You
just have to ask first. Agreed?"
"Agreed." Leaning back, he stared pointedly at her
backside. "So, you feel you should be punished, do
you?'
Brown eyes widening, her cheeks darkened to a slightly
deeper tan of something like arousal, and she
responded with a touch of sass in her voice. "It _was_
dreadfully forward of me."
Standing, he grasped her wrist firmly and pulled her
to the living room couch.
"Bend over and take off your panties." With a look of
mock reproach over her shoulder, she complied, raising
her skirt and dropping the flimsy undergarments to the
floor.
"It's awfully forward of _you_ to take advantage of a
helpless young woman in this fashion, isn't it sir?"
she teased. He admonished her with slap on her ass,
hand coming down in a heavy arc, not enough to hurt,
just to sting. She inhaled sharply and skin of her
bottom turned a mahogany shade from the contact.
The room was filled with her breathless squeals as he
paddled her, the play incensing his cock, and she was
convincing enough about it that he worried whether he
was really hurting her. But she egged him on with
those over-the-shoulder smiles, and it was clear from
the wetness between her legs that she was as turned on
as he. When Jahn finally entered her pussy from
behind, the girth of his cock embraced by that
delicious slick tightness between her legs, she came
violently, her spasms incensing him further, taking
control away. Lost in the moment, he released his load
in her, a liquid reprieve.
***
"Have you decided whether you want to go on the
campout with us?" Jen's question was casually
delivered, but she knew it carried baggage. The plan
intended a weekend event next month, and Greg and Amy
both had accepted an invitation to come.
The baggage, though... it didn't have any weight to
it anymore. The garbage had been buried, the rest was
simply shared history.
"I'd love to."
To be continued...
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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