Readers, this is a fictional account told in the first person. It's not a quick jerking off piece. If that's what you want, I'll save you the time, so you can look elsewhere. There's lots of very good of that kind of writing on this site.
There is some erotica, but it's not the focus of the story. Enjoy the romantic coupling of two good people that endured heartbreaks before they found each other.
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After graduating from high school in 1978, I went to junior college. Although I was raised in a good and loving home, my dad's money as a school janitor and mom's income as an elementary cafeteria worker didn't allow them to put much aside for my older brother or myself to continue our education at a four-year university.
My older brother, Jess, went directly to the military. He joined the Marines and began his military service at Camp Pendleton, near San Diego. As a poor Midwest boy raised in Southwest Missouri, that was as far from home as he'd ever traveled.
As for myself, Roger Allison, I was able to get enough hours at a local grocery store to help cover the modest books expenses. My parents did cover tuition for me, but that was the extent of their ability.
I've always had an aptitude for working with numbers. I was excellent at math and always had the ability to pay attention to minor details.
Although it wasn't considered the manly career goal, my high school counselor suggested that I take an accounting class during my 2 semesters as a senior. I aced it. Subsequently, I took business math, advanced accounting, and bookkeeping classes at junior college.
Freshman year. Junior college. Dani Whitney. Life really begins.
Dani was a very attractive brunette that had embraced the no-bra look. She wasn't huge, but there was enough there to appreciate when her nipples pressed against the fabric covering it. Often, that fabric was thin...especially during the warmer months.
I knew her from high school, but never knew much about her. We were in the same business math class together and she knew that I was skating by easily. She began to ask for help and we'd meet at the study hall where I'd spend up to 30 minutes, occasionally more, helping her.
That led to dating. That led to sex. She was my first lover. She had previous experience but was patient with me. She showed me what she liked and how to delay my load to maximize both hers and my pleasure.
By the time I had left school, I had a job for a small company that did the bookwork and payroll for 8 convenience stores, owned by the same franchisee, in the area. They had other clients as well, but I was specifically assigned to the Singer group.
Dani and I also got married immediately after graduation. We were both only 20, but when she realized that she was 6 weeks pregnant, we hurried and arranged a simple wedding ceremony 2 weeks later. Both our parents had strong religious beliefs that made a hurried ceremony a necessity.
Ricky Allison was born in March of 1982. We had our small family and as far as I knew, life was great.
I took advantage of my skills and a fortuitous break when the Singer family, the franchisees, sold their stores. I began my own home business and convinced the new owners, George and Jack Elliot, to negotiate a deal where I'd keep up their books from home.
That began my home business, which has continued to grow since then and still thrives today.
Home life wasn't quite as successful. I bought a small, two-bedroom home in an older, yet family-friendly neighborhood. I had bought this house prior to getting married. I wanted Dani to have a home to call her own before the nuptials.
The marriage, however, was a disaster. By the time Ricky was 4 years old, I had experienced enough of Dani's cheating. Initially, she denied it...then got caught. Then she apologized, promising that it wouldn't happen again...but it did. And again.
She finally admitted that she wasn't the kind to be tied down to only one partner. She honestly felt bad because she knew how painful it was to me, but she selfishly decided to take Ricky and move on her own. She had an excellent job working with the county and wanted nothing out of the marriage settlement but a modest child support payment.
I kept the house, the same home that I still live in, and I got Ricky every Saturday afternoon and took him to school on Mondays.
Dani? She took advantage of her new freedom to entertain the guys. Although it might have been a mistake, I took her up on her offer for booty calls. That happened several times in the next 6 years. We were still very compatible in bed.
That was the beginning of my experiences in looking for one-night stands. I was reluctant to trust another woman to be faithful. Oddly, there were eight different women over the next several years that were more than happy to just be friends with carnal benefits.
They had no desire to settle down but craved the physical intimacy with a man. I craved the sex, but not the kind of intimacy that would lead to meeting her parents or discussing settling down to a monogamous relationship. Anytime a partner would start discussing being monogamous, it was time for me to leave.
The one thing I've always given Dani credit for was that she taught me how to be a good lover. I'm not exceptionally hung, maybe 7 inches when erect and maybe thicker than average. It's the methods and the patience I used in the bedroom that brought me lots of compliments from the ladies. Again, Dani deserves a lot of the credit.
The sex between Dani and I ended when she remarried when Ricky was 10. I wasn't sure why she wanted to remarry unless she had decided to give up her wild ways.
As it turns out, that wasn't so. After being married for 3 weeks, she called me to come over and enjoy another bedroom session. Her husband was out of town, Ricky was at a friend's house, and we were free to have sex in either her bed or mine.
I emphatically decline. This was the same shit that had caused our divorce and I wasn't going to participate with her to cheat on her new husband.
"Hell, Roger. He's in Kansas City right now and I guarantee you he's got some piece of ass in his bed tonight. Why should he have all the fun?"
I wasn't going for that. No, there was no way I'd have sex with her again while she was married. I wasn't sure if I'd ever get married again, but if I did, I would remain faithful. I hadn't been chaste since my divorce, but married women were off-limits for me.
Except for one exception. Janice Davidson.
I met her in a bar. We struck up a conversation and hit it off well. She was an attractive blonde in her early 40s at the time and had the biggest tits I'd seen. All natural as well. Still the biggest I'd ever seen.
We ended up at my house and had sex that night. She woke up next to me the next morning and we repeated the sex.
The next weekend, I was at the same bar and the bartender, Frank, warned me about sleeping with married women. Yes, Janice was married.
She had lied to me and told me that she was divorced. She wasn't wearing a ring, so I had no reason to doubt her.
Although I enjoyed the physical pleasures of many different women, I still longed for the day that I could have a good and faithful wife to share my life. In my pursuit of temporary sexual satisfaction after being betrayed by Dani, I was merely getting older. At my age, I knew that no decent woman would want a guy that had slept around so much.
Other than my high school friends, Jon and Brandon, my social contacts were nothing more than business acquaintances and clients.
Jon and Brandon had been buddies of mine since our freshman year in high school and we've remained friends since then. We also bowl together in a mixed league along with their wives, Betty and Roni, respectively. Yes, I had even hooked up with another bowler, Connie, for some carnal pleasures.
My life had also changed by the summer of 2000 when Ricky enlisted in the US Army. Ricky had been obsessed with joining the Army since he began high school and he joined the school Army ROTC. He had left to Fort Leonard Wood three weeks ago.
That wasn't too far from home, but I knew once basic training was done, he'd probably be shipped somewhere much further from home; even overseas. I always enjoyed having him with me each week and now his absence was being felt.
I had recently begun to go to Slim's Diner located in the older downtown business district. It was within walking distance from the county courthouse, several attorney's offices, the Hall of Records, and other businesses related to the services offered in the county buildings.
I had seen the diner while driving by when leaving the large Methodist church nearby. They were my longest tenured client after the convenience stores owners.
I also took care of the books of a large Baptist church in town. Although I'm not an overly religious person, I respect those places that promote the good things in life. I purposely gave these churches a sizable discount.
The pastors and their church boards met once a month and I would always have a detailed income and expense report ready for them.
I stopped by one afternoon around 1pm to check out this relatively small diner. There was an L-shaped counter with four seats on the left side and eight seats, with an opening in the middle for diner employee traffic, located as a person initially enters through the front door.
The building wasn't remarkable by any means. It was a plain white building with minimal decorations. A sign on the door informed customers that they were open from 10:30 -- 2:30 Monday through Fridays...closed weekends and holidays.
They specifically catered to the workers in the immediate area. I had seen the place several times while driving from the Methodist Church and decided to give it a try.
I wasn't disappointed.
The menu was very simple. Burgers...French dip...Pastrami...Grilled Ham and Cheese. Choice of homemade potato salad or coleslaw. No French fries. In fact, I later learned that there wasn't even a fryer in the kitchen.
My first choice was pastrami with potato salad. The best I'd ever had of either. Amazing flavor, fresh hoagie roll lightly toasted, and garnished with brown mustard and dill pickles.
Although they advertised that their potato salad was homemade, it wasn't necessary. There isn't a prepackaged carton or any kind of other container of potato salad that could ever be that good. I was hooked. I had to go back.
