Do You Remember Us?

I'd like to thank kenjisato, again, for great editing and my dining friends for input. If you find any mistakes, it's probably something I did after editing.

Active sexual activity only involves characters over the age of eighteen. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and my bank account.

Do You Remember Us

?

This is the story of Janice Michelle Thompson (née Taylor),

Jan

, and me, David Michael Thompson,

Dave

.

We'd been married for two years. We have known each other since childhood, grade school, middle school, high school, and college. We were best friends who became boyfriend and girlfriend, then engaged, and married within a year of graduating college. We were each other's first kiss, first date, first intimate touch and we lost our virginities to each other. We

are

Mr. and Mrs. Thompson.

Janice is a petite, medium blonde-haired beauty, who, at times, has taken my breath away without even trying!

We both were teachers, I teach math (two classes) and industrial arts,

aka shop

(three classes); Janice teaches English and social studies at the same middle school. One thing I like about teaching industrial arts is, aside from tests, I never have to grade papers at home!

We were having a wonderful fall day, the sixth of October to be exact. Janice was expecting our first child. We were told that walking, especially near the projected birth date and time, was beneficial. Janice was ready for delivery. She kept saying, "I feel I'm '

ten'

months pregnant! I'm ready to POP." Janice had just started her maternity leave.

So here we were, walking in the park. It was a very popular place-- families, couples, skaters, skateboarders, little kids on tricycles, kids on bikes, kids on bikes with training wheels, joggers, dogs being walked, a playground full of kids.

As we came up to a bench, Janice asked, while putting her hand on her baby bump, "Honey, can we sit down?"

"Sure, babe."

When we were about five feet away from the bench, we heard, "

BILLY

,

WATCH OUT!

" just as a little boy, about four or five, ran into us on his training wheeled bike. We both fell, and before I could protect her, Janice's head hit the bench. As I got up to help her, I could tell she was out cold. I had blood on my hands from a nasty cut just above her hairline. I immediately got my cell out and called 9-1-1.

The police, EMTs and an ambulance arrived within minutes. As I got into the ambulance, I was able to tell the police officer, "It was an accident..."

As the door closed, I heard the little boy, not just crying but bawling. He must have been scared to death.

It took only five minutes to reach the level-one trauma hospital.

When the ambulance's doors opened and Janice was taken out, a nurse 'latched' onto me, holding some kind of a electric clipboard (back then they were call a personal digital assistant, PDA, now they use iPads or electronic tablet), and started to ask: "How did it happen? How far along is she?" As well as her age, her medical history, "Are you next of kin?" "Medications?", etc, etc. "Please wait here."

I know that was not how they were asked in order, but that is how I remember it.

'What here' hell, my

pregnant

wife was just wheeled into the ER! Needless to say I was ready to lose it!

In minutes, the doctor came in and told me they would have to do a cesarean for the safety of both my wife and child-- I immediately signed the papers.

The doctors thought when Janice had asked me to help her sit down in the park, that was when she had her first labor pain.

I called our parents, Janice's sister Jessica, my sister Linda, and then I sat down to start the worrying of a husband and a new father.

Within an hour of hitting her head Janice and I were parents. I was told that our baby boy was very,

very

,

VERY

healthy

!

A doctor came out to tell me, "Janice is still out of it, in recovery, but the nurses have started your little boy nursing; as soon as he is full, we will repair the bleeding in your wife's head. Since it is a new injury, we can fix it before it becomes major and causes further damage."

A smiling nurse, with Winnie the Pooh scrubs on, said, "If you would like to do skin-to-skin with your son while you wait for your wife's procedure, you can come with me.

"We usually don't do it this early with dad, but since your wife will be unavailable for a little while, you might as well start being a dad," she said, with a big smile.

I took our little boy, without my shirt, and I held our little Michael John Thompson,

Mikey

, to my bare chest. I felt a surge of calm moving through my chest, as Mikey snuggled to me. I had tears in my eyes, thinking that this little bundle of joy was the product of Jan's and my love. After forty-five minutes, 'Nurse Winnie the Pooh' came back and told me it was time for a break... "Dads tend to be warmer than moms, so their time is shorter," she said.

Then I could go back to worrying about my Jan. I went to the waiting room and there was the whole family. Everyone was quietly waiting for me to give a medical update. "Mikey is a very,

very

,

VERY

healthy

baby! They are doing a surgical repair on Janice. It seems that she got a good crack on the head, some blood vessels were damaged, but the doctor told me it would be routine."

I was now joined by family for the wait that no husband or father wanted to have.

Just then a woman came in holding a scared little boy's hand. She looked familiar. It was Billy's mom, Sara Rodgers, and she was crying.

Sara Rodgers was a single mom, a widow. She had lost Billy's dad while he was stationed in the Middle East. She recognized me and came up to me and gave me a hug crying on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Billy is so sorry, also."

I patted her on her back and said, "It was just an accident, our Mikey is fine, and my wife should be in recovery soon." I picked up Billy and told him Janice would be better soon.

My mother hugged both Sara and Billy, helping the poor, worried, sad mother to know that we held no animosity.

Mom, from then on, kept in contact with Sara and became friends with her; in fact, we all became friends with both Sara and Billy. We even took part in her wedding to a fantastic man about five years later. Since her father had passed away right after Billy was born, my dad volunteered to stand in for him as father of the bride, I was one of the groomsmen, AND Janice was matron of honor!

Back to the procedure, you are a mommy.

After the procedure, hell, I was calling it an operation; after recovery time, they took Mikey to Janice so she could breastfeed him, but she had a strange look on her face.

Janice asked, "Who is this?"

The nurse said, "This is your son, Mikey."

"Really?"

The nurse said, "Yes, he is."

"Wow."

1989?

Just then, the neurologist walked in. "Hello there, Momma. Oh, he is a cutie."

With a clinical tone, the neurologist continued, "I need to ask you some questions."

"Okay," Janice replied, with her patented smile.

"Okay, let's see. What is the correct spelling of your name?"

"J-A-N-I-C-E...T-A-Y-L-O-R."

"Okay, where do you live?"

"334 Scotts Lane." (That was her childhood home address.)

"How old are you?"

"I just turned eighteen."

With eyebrows raised, "Do you go to school?"

"East High,

Go Tigers

!"

"What activities are you in?"

"Softball, chorus, volleyball."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, Dave Thompson, but don't tell my mom and dad, they think we are just best friends."

"Okay, what year is it?"

"1989." (That was when we were in high school.)

"So, what do you and your boyfriend talk about?"

Janice replied, "Well, how much we love each other and what we are going to do after high school. We are both wanting to go to State."

Very softly, Janice added, "You know, doc, we have even had... ah... sex. When we parked down at the river in the old drive-in movies lot, we got carried away, but we did wait until after we both turned eighteen. Don't tell my parents."

"Okay, I won't. Do you know you banged your head hard? You seem to have forgotten things, but they will come back to you."

"But I just had a baby? Does my boyfriend know?" Janice turned red. "I mean we just started having... er... ah... sex." Her eyes darted open. "Oh my God, do my parents know? Am I a teenage mother?"

"Okay, I can tell you everything will be all right. Your

hus

--boyfriend knows, your parents are happy, your boyfriend's parents are happy... I do think that's enough for today," the neurologist concluded.

Amnesia

The doctor told me that Janice had amnesia. The only thing was that amnesia could last from minutes to months, so he could not tell me when she may come back to the present.

He said, "I am of the school of thought of not overtly pushing her to remember. Just talk normally, and answer whatever questions she has. Also, keep a log of what everyone tells her so you all can be on the same page." He gave me instructions on how to say things, of what not to say, etc.

So, I told the family the news. Then, I went home and cleaned up the house, which it did not need. Janice had cleaned earlier, you know how pregnant women tend to clean everything to death while waiting the last few weeks before birth, but I needed to do something.

I returned to the hospital bright and early the next day. Janice was asleep, so I just sat down and waited for something to happen... anything. Something did happen-- Jessica came in. I sat back out of the way, so the sisters could talk.

Janice woke up, and said, "You changed your hair." (Jessica hadn't changed her hair since we had left for college six years ago.)

Jessica said, "Yeah, I thought I'd change it," with an eye roll in my direction.

Janice whispered, "Who is this guy? He has been in here all morning. You know, he looks a lot like Dave; Dave is kind of preppy, but he looks like a teacher."

Jessica then, with an eye roll, said, "You know, I need to get going, talk later."

"Hi, I am still here," I piped up.

"Well, you look a lot like my boyfriend, Dave."

"Well, he must be a good-looking guy. Look, I must go now, too; I'll see you in the morning."

As I went out to the waiting room, both families were there-- they all wanted answers. The only thing I could say was, "I have to make myself look eighteen again!" Both Linda and Jessica jumped up and sang, "Makeover!"

I had called my work, and was given family leave (FMLA), where I could get more than twelve weeks (for two people: injured wife, new baby, maybe twenty-four weeks), but I was hoping it would be less time.

Makeover?

Here I was, sitting in a chair, with Linda and Jessica styling my hair, like I wore back when I was in high school. They had dug into my old clothes up in the attic and found my letterman sweater and a couple jerseys I had, football and baseball.

Jessica suggested I wear some ripped jeans, but my sister, Linda, said, "No, he didn't wear ripped jeans, but he did wear jeans."

"Hey, are these his old sneakers?"

I had been styling a five-o'clock shadow since we were married, but in high school, I was clean shaven all the time, so the girls took great delight in giving me a shave. I kind of crossed my fingers and let them do it. When they were finished, my parents could not believe it. Mom said I looked five to six years younger.

"That was the idea, mom!" I really did look younger.

The real test was when I went into Janice's room.

"Oh, honey, I am so glad you are here. You know I had a baby?"

I was so tempted to joke with her and ask if it was mine, but I didn't. Instead, I said, "We have a baby! AND I love you."

Janice said, "Look at my scar. They said it will shrink in time, but never really go away. It is a 'bikini cut'. Do you think my mom will let me get a bikini now?"

(She had a wonderful bikini that she loved to wear just for me.)

She pulled up her gown to show me. In the process of showing me, her groin was exposed. I turned a little red with my wife's (girlfriend's) genitals being on display, even just for me.

She saw my blush, and said, "You have seen it before..." With a faraway look in her eyes, she moaned and continued, "I remember when you first saw it! We were skinny dipping that night in your pool, our parents left us alone, when they went up to the cabin, and our sisters were off to soccer camp. We wanted to be intimate, and we told each other, 'We are eighteen! We can!' That was the second time we 'did it'. I was so scared we'd get caught.

"We went up to your room and you were so gentle. You even had condoms, so we went at 'it' 'til we both, er... ah... climaxed," she said, with a timid, pink face. "I remember we made love so many times, I thought you'd run out of condoms."

I kind of blushed, and sarcastically said, "I had no fear of running out of condoms, I had bought Trojans in a thirty-six pack."

"That was the first time we did; you know with our mouths, er... oral... Oh my God, was that a new experience for me; first your tongue on me, and then your 'thing' in my mouth, I felt it grow as I sucked."

I was blushing, as she was describing our most intimate time of our then-young lives, right here in the hospital room! I did not know whether to blush, or smile in acknowledgment.

She was then caught up to our last year in high school?

Just then, Nurse Winnie the Pooh came in with Mikey in a bassinet, and announced, "Feeding time, mom."

I started to get up and leave the room, but Nurse Winnie said, "Whoa there, daddies don't leave," so I sat back down. Nurse Winnie told me to sit on the bed next to Janice, with my arm around her shoulders. This was the first time I really held her since the accident. Then, Mikey latched onto Janice's breast. I was thrilled at seeing my lovely wife nurse our son.

As Mikey nursed, Janice told me how we made love the night of high school graduation. "Down at the river in the old drive-in movies lot. We were going to stargaze."

It was in the bed of my pickup; I had cleaned it up and had my air mattress and sleeping bag in the bed; I had a camper shell on the back, so we had privacy. With our heads on the lowered tailgate, we looked up at the stars. After a while of watching the stars we got intimate.

"I remember feeling your 'thing' entering me! I was so scared it would hurt, because my girlfriends said it would, but you made sure I was ready. We did it bareback and worried until 'Aunt Flo' showed up within the week."

She was caught up to our high school graduation.

I was awakened by my sister Linda taking a picture of us-- Mikey asleep, Janice asleep, and myself asleep. We later used it for our Christmas card.

As the week moved on, Janice kept sharing stories our erotic love life. We had travailed through the senior year of high school, then to summer, through college freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior years. After three days, I had to take Mikey home with me, but I brought him back with me regularly because Janice wanted to nurse him.

I could not believe her memory of our lovemaking and what I did to turn her on.

One memory was the first time we had oral sex to 'cum'pletion. At first, she thought it would be disgusting, so I would warn her and not finish in her mouth. One night freshman year of college, we were alone in my dorm room because my roommate had gone home, so we had the room to ourselves. We had some bottles of Boone's Farm Wine. We sipped the wine, and licked off each other any that missed our mouths. We started to let the wine 'miss our mouths' on purpose.

We were licking wine off each other; then we took little straws and dribbled wine on each other and licked it off. Most of the bottles were used up by us and not much was wasted, but

we

came close to being wasted. I had dribbled it on her lap; she got so hot, she decided to dribble some on my manhood, and she just devoured my member. I had just finished bringing her to an orgasm. I felt the cum start its journey from my gonads to my member.

When I tapped her on the shoulder, she basically grunted, "I know..." and I shot into her mouth. She then began to shake, as she had another powerful orgasm. From that day on, she required we do oral first when we made love until we decided we wanted to get pregnant.

She was finished with our freshman college year.

Mickey was getting to nurse quite often, but I was getting blue balls.

After a week and a half, the doctors released Janice to go home. We had to check in with the neurologist once a week. The neurologist agreed with me on how far her memory had come back.

Linda and Jessica kept me styled the way I should look for the time that Janice was remembering.

Janice kept telling me about our sex life. One thing that happened was that she started to 'play' with me while reliving our sex life.

Her memory continued, During the summer after our sophomore year, we went skinny dipping at night again, but this time, Janice's friend, Sally, was with us. Now Sally was a nerdy blonde and she did not know she was good looking. She wore baggy, unflattering clothes and had a very poor self-image. It took Janice an hour to convince Sally to go nude. Janice asked me to help Sally feel better about herself. Janice asked me to give her some sexual attention by touching her sexually.

With a great bit of hesitation, I began to fondle Sally. She began to moan as I rubbed her C-cup tits. As I kissed her breasts, Janice moved my hand down to Sally's clit. I looked into Janice's eyes, since Sally's eyes were closed. Janice nodded, as I put two fingers into her friend's pussy; I then added a third finger. I was still looking into Janice's eyes, as I moved my free hand to Janice's pussy. I now had fingers in both women. Both ladies were grabbing my hands and started pulling my hands to move my fingers further into their pussies. They both screamed out their orgasms within seconds of each other.

Sally left with a satisfying smile. Janice and I talked about what had happened. That was the first and last time we ever had a ménage à trois. I still thought of it as some kind of cheating and felt so guilty, and Janice said she did feel a little jealous and guilty, too. We agreed never to do anything like that again and to only give our love to each other.

After that night, Sally began dressing like a self-assured woman and she was hot-- not in my opinion-- but from guys who asked to be introduced to her! We had awakened her sensual side. She met a guy, who turned her world upside down with love, romance and sex, married him; moved to a ranch in Montana, and made four babies with him-- two girls and two boys. She had kept in constant contact with Janice.

She was passed our sophomore year.

After four weeks, Janice's memory was coming back a little bit at a time. Janice would rest between feedings, and I was being a daddy-slash-nanny. I was getting really good at changing diapers, cleaning up baby poop, baby vomit and using the washing machine twenty-four-seven.

I had also gotten pretty good at redressing Janice's C-section incision. It wasn't hard to do, as I just rubbed some cream that had some vitamin E oil into it, but I think Janice just loved the T-L-C and just wanted me to keep doing it, even though it was basically healed by six weeks. Funny how something, as insignificant as applying an oil, could show so much love; like the old 1954 song says, 'Little Things Mean A Lot.' Mom sang it to dad a lot when my sister and I were young.