Life’s Strange Turns Ch. 03-04

I walked into the kitchen and Dennis was over at the stove making eggs. I liked that. He turned and I could see the BBQ motif on the apron he was wearing. Cute. His mother was sitting at the table, but his sisters were not there yet.

"Hi, Jennifer." His mother smiled and seemed perfectly okay with her son's latest lover joining them for breakfast.

Mrs. Johnson pointed to an empty chair. "Just sit here and Dennis will make you some eggs. The bacon is ready and is in the oven. How would you like your eggs?"

Dennis turned and looked at me and deadpanned his response. "My specialty is over easy."

I smiled since he had already asked me this. "Oh, okay. That sounds wonderful."

Mrs. Johnson returned with the bacon from the oven and put it on the table. There was orange juice and water on the table so I grabbed the orange juice and filled the glass in front of me. Then she answered my question.

"I don't want to make you feel funny, Jennifer, but Dennis has never had a girlfriend stay for breakfast. This is a first for us." I guess everyone in this family speaks their mind.

I could feel a little blush forming on my cheeks. "It's a first for me, too. Sorry."

"Sorry about what? It's okay. Let's eat."

Dennis slid some eggs onto the plate in front of me, put some toast on the table, and sat down on the other side of the table from me. He spooned some scrambled eggs onto his plate and ladled some salsa and hot sauce on them. That was interesting. I looked down and my over easy eggs looked wonderful. I took a bite. They were.

We sat and ate and talked about what was going on in the world and I didn't have to answer any embarrassing questions about me and Dennis. Dennis just smiled and watched me a lot. His sisters never showed and I had guessed that like most of the younger generation, they partied late and were sleeping in. I wish I was sleeping in!

Finally, we were finished and I helped put the dishes in the sink. Dennis said he would put them away later. Dear, god. He does dishes, too. I was almost defenseless now! He's a good lover, caring, attentive, honest and truthful, neat, cooks, does dishes... was there anything he doesn't do? How in the world was this man still on the market? His mother said good-bye and Dennis and I went to the basement and retrieved our coats so he could walk me to the car.

When we got to the car, Dennis turned me towards him and kissed me hard. It felt good.

When he pulled back he looked at me closely. "I want to see you tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. I want to see you at school, too. In case you are wondering, I think you're addictive and I'm already hooked."

I laughed and tried not to be serious. "I'll see if I can find you some rehab facility." I gave him a little peck.

He smiled. "Who said I wanted to be cured?" He stepped back as I got in the car.

I said good-bye, he promised to call and I got out of there. All the way home, I couldn't help but relive how relaxed and wonderful I felt around him. The sex was fantastic and I felt alive and happy. I turned on the radio and started singing along with whatever played. It was a cold but beautiful day.

10 years ago, December 17th, 2000

***** Dennis *****

I got to my Jen's house near the University of Illinois later than I had wanted. I had been in Chicago at a second interview with a company up there for a job. I had just graduated with my Masters in Computer Science about a week ago, had moved all my stuff to an apartment in Chicago, and was searching for the best job. I had two offers now, both about the same amounts, and just had to make up my mind which one to take.

I had also stopped at a jewelry store, making sure I got the best stone I could for my money. It wasn't overly large, but I had enough money saved and enough room on my credit card so that I could make it until I started getting regular paychecks. It was less than a carat, but very fine quality. It was the best I could do with what I had. I also knew that whatever it was, she would know that I bought it because I loved her. She was not that materialistic.

I finally got back to Champaign and to Jennifer's house. She was living in a house with a couple other girls and just finishing her undergrad degree. Since meeting over Christmas last year, we had been together. We hit it off so well that we had discussed moving in together, but Jennifer had had some reservations and so I didn't push it. After about two months together, we had discussed and decided to be exclusive to each other.

I wanted to get a jump start on my career before proceeding to marriage. I hadn't told her that directly, but she knew my feelings on the subject. However, I was almost ready to change my mind. Why? Because it took my breath away every time I saw her after an absence of even a few hours and she turned and smiled at me. It never ceased to amaze me that she said she loved me. I was average looking, a decent athlete, got my Masters degree, etc., but I didn't think that made me a great catch. She, on the other hand, was gorgeous and very fun to be with. I couldn't have been happier at the moment.

"Hello?" The house was pretty quiet for a college house. "Jennifer?"

"Up in my room getting ready!"

I walked upstairs to the second floor. She had gotten the larger bedroom of the ones in the house, the one with the master bathroom. She had been willing to pay the most rent to ensure she got it. She was only able to do so because her father had died a few years ago and left enough money for her to get thru school comfortably.

I walked in and saw that she was not in the bedroom. Lying on the bed was a very nice black dress. I moved forward to see into the bathroom and she was standing there at the mirror fixing her makeup. Wow! She was wearing a black bra, black thong, and black thigh highs; a better cure than Viagra if I ever saw one. She saw me and turned and smiled. My breath caught.

"The others already left to pick up some things on the way to the party. We are all dressing up."

I stared lustily. "Yeah, so I see!"

She turned and walked toward me, accentuating her hip swing. "Yeah? You like what you see?" She giggled, knowing the answer to that. I was, after all, an oversexed 25-year old male.

I met her near the bed and kissed her hard. She smelled and tasted wonderful. I groped her bare ass as I pulled back, my dick already hard. "I think we are going to be late."

She smiled and reached down for my dick, rubbing it thru my pants. "Snake-charmer! I think I'll like being late tonight."

I pushed her back on the bed and she sat and bounced, her tits jiggling nicely in the bra. I was going to push her onto her back and attack her, but before I could she reached out and grabbed my belt to start undoing my pants. I stood and watched as she dropped my pants and then yanked down my boxers. She circled my dick with her fingers and looked up at me. She smiled as she lightly licked the tip, and I moaned. This made her laugh her deep throaty laugh that always set off my heart strings. Damn! I may have to marry this girl immediately! I couldn't stand the thought of her being on the market while I tried to justify to myself that I was supposed to stay single until I was established, old enough, settled, or whatever term everyone was using these days. She suddenly dove down on my dick and all thoughts other than sexual gratification were pushed from my mind.

I pulled her off my dick and pushed her onto her back. "I want to taste you!"

She smiled. "Mmmm. I want you to taste me, too. I want you to do more than taste me. I want you to devour me, baby."

This would not be a problem. I reached up and pulled her thong off, making a big deal out of tossing it dramatically over my head and onto the floor. She giggled and put her head down, letting me have my way with her. I looked up across her body as I knelt on the floor between her legs. She pulled her feet up on the bed, letting her knees fall to the side and opening her thighs. I could see her pussy lips beginning to swell. I could see up across her beautifully flat belly to her nice C-cup tits. She was a vision.

She raised her head up and saw that I was just looking at her. She frowned at me impatiently. "We still have a party to go to and I'm horny, so are you going to eat me or what?"

I smiled. "All in good time, my child." I patted her on her thighs.

She put her head back down and I kissed my way up her right thigh. She let out a low throaty moan like a cat purring. I loved cunnilingus almost as much as she enjoyed receiving it. She loved getting off and I loved the way I could stimulate, tease, control, and work her into a frenzy. When I reached the conjunction of her legs, I took a look at her shave job. She always left a small strip above, but shaved the lips and around. It was a look we had discussed and she knew I loved it that way. I grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs up alongside her chest. Her pussy started opening up as the outer lips slowly peeled away, revealing her bright pink hole. I pushed my face down low so that I could get at her ass. I rimmed the little star, eliciting more moans and then dragged my tongue slowly up over her pussy, causing the lips to open further, and then up across the hood to coax her clit out. I lapped at it. She jerked at the contact with her clit and I started tongue-fucking her, feeling her juices start to flow. I moved up and kissed her clit while I worked a finger into her.

"Oh, yes. Please, Dennis. Make me cum!"

She got excited pretty quickly tonight, so I went right to work. I started running my tongue all around and over her clit as I worked my second finger into her. I started pushing them in and out and she was starting to thrash. I could tell she was close so I sucked her clit into my mouth, buried my fingers into her cunt, and started humming. She immediately stiffened, her hands grabbing my head and holding it in place. She bucked a little, her muscles tightened, her toes curled, she tried to smother me into her crotch, and then finally she collapsed back onto the bed.

"Mmmmm. That's just what I needed, baby." I smiled up at her and she looked at my face. "Oh, my, you are definitely going to have to wash your face before we go to the party."

"Mmmm." I licked around my lips. "But I want be able to taste you the rest of the night!"

She laughed. "Yeah, but I don't want you to smell like my pussy at the party!"

I stood up and stepped out of my pants, my dick hard as an iron bar. She scooted forward. "I'll just give you a quick blowjob. I don't want you cumming in me right now. I don't want to go to the party with a cum-soaked pussy."

"Well, let me see. Maybe I don't want a quick blowjob!"

She laughed again. "Yeah, right. You're a guy. You could always use a quick blowjob."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

She went to work on my knob first, licking all around it, knowing just where to hit the nerve endings. She had me moaning in no time, so she then covered my dick with her lips and sucked me to the bottom. She loved to look up and watch me, so I opened my eyes and looked back down at her. I know that to most men any woman with your dick in her mouth looks great, but my Jennifer was gorgeous and looked better than anyone I had ever seen. She knew how to make it a visual experience for me as well. She would look up at me and make very dramatic licks while I watched, sending me into multiple sensory overload. She knew every inch of my entire body and delighted in satisfying me. God, I loved this woman!

It wasn't long before my hips started their autonomic thrusting and I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth a couple of strokes and came buckets. She kept me just barely in her mouth, swallowing the entire load. She sucked me until I couldn't take it any more and then released me. I looked down at her. "I love you, Jennifer!"

She smiled. "Yeah, that's what every man says when a woman is on her knees swallowing his cum!"

I bent over, put my hands under her arms and stood her up. I kissed her lightly on the lips and looked at her seriously. "No, I mean that I love YOU! Sure, I love your body and the way you suck my cock, you little vixen, but I love you body and soul." I held off on the proposal, thinking that it would be better tomorrow in the house with her friends around for her to share it with.

She hugged me tightly. "I'm glad. I love you more than I can show."

She released me. "Now get dressed while I check out my makeup and hair. Damn. I was all ready until you came and forced me to have sex with you!" She smirked as she rushed back into the bathroom.

In no time, we had gotten dressed and made it to the party. It was really just getting into full swing when we got there. It was pretty packed, as most college parties can be. All those invited usually brought along a few extras.

It was about midnight when the "Event" occurred. I was getting a little drunk and talking about my job opportunities in Chicago with some partially-interested folks and Jennifer had gravitated to her long time girlfriends. Finally I saw her from the back, standing in the next room, probably talking to some of her closest girlfriends. They were all just around the corner so I stealthily moved up along the door frame to eavesdrop. It would be one of the largest regrets of my life.

I could hear Jennifer's voice, a little slurred, but still strong. "Yeah, it was last March, just after Dennis and I were supposed to be exclusive. It was when Dennis was away at a wedding and you guys all helped get me drunk and left me with Don. I guess in the back of my mind I was feeling like I wasn't doing what I had planned, you know, to play the field until I was in my middle twenties. In any case, Don took me back to his apartment and fucked me."

One of the other girls started asking questions, but I was stunned. I couldn't talk. I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of there. I stepped around the corner and she saw me. Her eyes widened as she saw the pain in mine. I knew that I had tears forming in my eyes, but I didn't want to be seen crying at the party. I couldn't stand the thought of not being "macho", so I clammed up and ran out. I could hear her calling my name, but I didn't care. I rushed back to my car and drove back to Chicago, even though I might have failed a breathalyzer. I had left my coat behind and, more importantly, my heart. I was devastated that she had been lying to me that entire time, but even worse, that she was telling her girlfriends that she had done it behind my back.

***** Jennifer *****

Jennifer was enjoying herself at the party. She knew she was drinking too fast, but who cared? Dennis could drive her home. She was with her normal group of friends, all of whom were seniors like her. They had all met during freshman and sophomore years. She looked around at them and they were all asking about her future plans. She knew what they really wanted to know... what was going to happen to her and Dennis after graduation. He had gotten some job offers in Chicago and was going there. She was not sure if she wanted to return to graduate school, as he had done, or follow him up there. She knew that she had fallen in love with him. Crystal brought her back from her reverie.

"So, you two have been exclusive for quite a while and now you are both leaving school. So tell us, what's the story? You two going to continue seeing each other?"

"God, I hope so. I'm hooked on the guy. He's just so good at making me happy, I can't imagine waking up tomorrow without him." I realized I was gushing.

Regina spoke up for the first time. "Yeah, but would you follow him to Chicago without some sort of promise of more than just living together? I mean, since he hasn't mentioned making this permanent, maybe you should be careful."

"I can't. It's too late for that. I love the guy. If he says come to Chicago, I'm going." I took another drink, and then downed it. I knew I was going to pay for that tomorrow, but I was so excited about getting out of school and being with Dennis that I didn't care.

Crystal moved a little closer to the middle of the group. "I ran into Don the other day and he said you haven't been as exclusive as everyone thinks. He is such a fucking egocentric asshole, I can't stand him."

I flinched. I had made one mistake when I was scared about how I was falling for Dennis. I got drunk and horny and was thinking that I had moved too fast with Dennis. I let things get out of hand and Don had taken me back to his apartment and fucked me. Fuck! I was only 22 and at the time, didn't think I was ready for "until death do you part". I regretted it as soon as it happened. Don was a big guy with a big dick, but that was all he had going for him. He was so centered on his dick, that he expected you to fall down and worship it as soon as he took his pants down. He thought just because he was big that he could satisfy a woman. He was wrong. Yes, it was big, but he only cared about himself and he wasn't really good at anything but climbing on and pounding a woman into his version of submission. Ugh! Asshole!

"Fuck! I can't believe he's spreading that around. He only does it because he can't keep a woman for more than a week."

Crystal smiled. "But it was big, right? He can take care of me for only a week." She giggled.

I looked at her. "You have no idea how self-centered he is on his fucking dick. He doesn't care about you at all. He's a misogynist if I ever met one. He just wants you to worship his appendage and get him off. It was awful."

They were all quiet for a moment. Regina looked at me carefully. "So, you fucked him? When did this occur? What happened? C'mon girl, fess up."

"You girls just won't let it go will you. I know that I love Dennis, but I did do it. I made a mistake early on in our relationship and you just can't live without hearing about it, huh?"

"Fess up, girl!" Regina kept pushing.

"Yeah, it was last March, just after Dennis and I were supposed to be exclusive. It was when Dennis was away at a wedding and you guys all helped get me drunk and left me with Don. I guess in the back of my mind I was feeling like I wasn't doing what I had planned, you know, to play the field until I was in my middle twenties. In any case, Don took me back to his apartment and fucked me."

"Where did you guys...."

Regina stopped in the middle of her question and I saw her eyes widen and look past me. All my friends looked stricken. I turned and saw Dennis standing there staring, his eyes brimming with tears. Oh, fuck! And then he turned and bolted from the room.

"Dennis, wait!" I took off after him, yelling his name. By the time I got outside, he was in his car and pulling away. Damn it! What did he hear? Did he just hear that I had fucked Don? Oh, god, this was a nightmare.

I ran back into the house and my friends were all murmuring about what had just happened. They all looked up at me. Other folks in the room were still staring at me, too. They didn't know what just happened, but it was obvious that something had happened between me and Dennis. I went straight to Regina. I tried to talk, but nothing came out. I couldn't breathe.

Finally, I found my voice. "Regina, did you drive? Can you drive? Please, I have to get to him and explain what happened." I was almost hysterical, but I had to get home.

"Yeah, I drove, but I probably shouldn't be right now." She looked at my face and knew this was critical. "Okay, let's go."

Regina and I grabbed our coats and headed for the door. By the time we got to her car I realized that tears were running down my cheeks. I had really screwed up. Why the hell did I have to say it in that manner? He finds out at a party where I blurt it out to my girlfriends? How stupid could I be? Probably the damn alcohol. I should never have drunk so much so fast. Then I wouldn't admitted this in public to my girlfriends. Now what was I going to say to Dennis? Why didn't I fess up and have this fight a long time ago!