This is a much more romantic story than my previous ones. I call it an erotic romance, because it's mainly a romance novel with some sex scenes. I've been working on it for a while and it is almost done. I'll be submitting it as I finish my editing.
It's also a departure because I am trying something new with the two points of view.
Life's Strange Turns.
Prologue
***** Dennis *****
I smiled into the mirror as I hurriedly got dressed. I had to hurry, it was going to be a good day for me, not so good for Jennifer.
Chapter 1.
11 years ago, Dec 22nd, 1999
***** Dennis *****
I was home for Christmas. I had just finished my first year of grad school at the University of Illinois. I was majoring in Computer Science and started last January after trying to work for a year and a half with just my B.S. It wasn't working out and I wanted the advanced degree.
A not-so-close friend had invited me to this party not far from my home in southern Illinois. I agreed mainly because I was bored. I had had a few dates at school, but was working so hard the first year to get all my required classes out of the way that I had left little time for a social life. I felt bored and lonely now that I was home and was, to put it bluntly, looking for some action; guy translation is "get laid".
I wandered around the party, talking to most of the other guests. There were some cute women there, but nobody really caught my fancy. Then she came around the corner, holding a beer. My breath caught. She was about 5'8", auburn hair, green eyes, pale skin with freckles, decent figure, and carried herself well. She was wearing a bright red blouse for the Christmas season and a black skirt that went to her knees. Of course I noticed that she was well built. I think any man would. She had a little bit of a pear shape, with small, but firm breasts, a narrow waist, and nice wide hips. They were wide, but not overly so, just enough to make for a good hold when you are... you know. My buddies and I liked to refer to nice wide hips as an "all night saddle". When she turned to look at me I felt like a deer caught in a car's headlights. I couldn't take my eyes away from hers. There was something mesmerizing about looking into her eyes. I don't know how long we looked at each other, but she finally looked down and away sheepishly and then back up at me and giggled. She walked toward me. I tried to compose myself quickly.
"You know it's not polite to stare."
I ravaged my brain for a good comeback. "A great work of art sometimes requires a detailed study." I smiled as she looked at me and I could feel something about the pull of this beauty. In only a second I sensed that she was much more mature than the other female airheads I had been meeting.
She looked at me and grinned. "Is that the best you could come up with on short notice?"
I tried to think of something to say, but there was nothing else I could do. "Yeah. Pretty lame?"
"Yes, it is. Why don't you tell me the real reason you were staring."
She was pushing and I knew it. "Because you are the most beautiful woman at this party and I couldn't take my eyes off you."
She smiled at that. "Much better. If I had asked for your assessment of the 'art', what would have been your response?"
"Stunning."
She blushed a little. "Hmmm. I won't say that flattery will get you everywhere, but maybe I won't be angry at you for staring... just this once." She grinned a little at me, giving me that coy look.
God, I loved the way she smiled and how her straight white teeth showed against her bright red lipstick. She was gorgeous when that smile lit up her face.
I decided to flatter some more. I couldn't help it. "Thank you. I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop staring at you when you walk into a room." She laughed at that and it was a wonderful throaty laugh with no hint of that fake tittering that too many young women put on when they think it's necessary.
"If you keep that up, I'll have to create a fan club and name you president."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't already have a fan club."
She laughed again. "Okay, stop with all the flattery. You're going to make me either get a big head or be self-conscious about being around you."
"Sorry. I just call them the way I see them, but if you'd prefer that I stop flattering you then maybe you'd better go somewhere else... like China!"
She smiled and then held her drink in her left hand and held out her right. "Jennifer Hausman. I think I'm pleased to meet you." She gave me a sly look.
I shook her hand. "Dennis Johnson. I know I'm pleased to meet you."
She looked at me slyly. "Yeah, that's why I may not be pleased to meet you. You might be some snake charmer of a man, who knows how to charm women out of their clothes."
Wow! That was direct... and absolutely what I was thinking about until I stared into her eyes. "I'm not a snake charmer and I doubt that any man has gotten you out of your clothes without you wanting it." Let's see how she played that line. She looked up at me quizzically. Or maybe I was drunk and it wasn't a very good line after all.
"Is that a back-handed complement?"
I looked down at the floor for a moment. "Well, that's how I meant it. I meant that you appeared to be a woman who was strong enough to make up her own mind about people and not be taken in by any snake charmer." I held my breath, hoping she wasn't going to walk away.
"That's what I was hoping you meant." She paused. "I'd hate to throw you back when you appear to be the only keeper here."
Whew! That was close. "Thank you. I know that was a complement."
"Yes, it was. It was also the truth. I've been hit on by so many guys since I got here I feel like a punching bag."