The sun was up when I woke, finding the bed empty. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked around, finding Liz sitting on a lounge chair on the little deck overlooking the ocean. She was sitting, just staring out at the ocean. She must have heard me stir and looked over to see me. She smiled and came back to bed, crawling in and pushing me back to lie down again. She snuggled up next to me, her body pressing to mine and her head resting on my shoulder.
"Just let me lie here like this a while," she whispered. "I don't know how many more times I'll be able to do this."
I hugged her tightly to me and twisted my head to kiss her forehead. "Why? You think I'm going to stop wanting to hold you like this?"
"When you find out about me, probably," she whispered.
"Okay, so tell me."
"I'd rather not. Not until I have to."
"And when is that going to be?"
She looked up at me. "When you make me."
"Why? Why is this making you so scared?"
"Because I've had a chance to see what it's like for someone to care for me, to see me as a person and care about what I feel and what I want. I don't really wanna lose that now."
"And you think you will because?"
"Of my past."
"You already told me about your abusive ex and your daughter. Unless you're a serial killer or something I don't see a problem," I finished with a chuckle.
She looked at me seriously and I stopped laughing. "It's not funny," she whispered. "I haven't ever told anybody. Not even my best friends know. I've told so many people my fake story that it's almost like telling the truth, but as bad as it is, reality is a lot worse."
"Okay, so tell me."
"I don't know if I can."
"Look, this trip is about learning about each other, right? Trying to see if we can be what we both think we're seeing in the other. So, let's just share. You tell me how you met your husband and I'll tell you all about mine."
"Okay, you go first."
I opened my mouth to object and then closed it again. "Okay. I met my wife, Nancy, in college. I wasn't exactly a virgin, but I also wasn't the most experienced at sex. We kind of met accidentally at a party. She was dating someone else, as was I. Her date had too much to drink, as did she, and he was starting to get pushy and was trying to undress her out on the back deck of the frat house we were at. She didn't want to have sex with him and, being the kind of guy I was, I butted in to help her. I got slugged for my trouble, but that didn't stop me from taking her home, to her house, not mine. She had a little two-bedroom apartment she shared with another girl. Anyway, I took her home. Her dress was torn and when I walked her into her apartment, still fairly drunk, her roommate tore into me thinking I'd done it. She was screaming at me and threatening to call the police and everything. Nancy finally got her to calm down and explained that I'd rescued her, not attacked her.
"I helped her roommate get her to her room and onto the bed. Then I got ready to leave while her roommate tried to undress her. Apparently Nancy puked all over the two of them before I made it to the front door. I heard the roommate shouting at Nancy and headed back to her bedroom, only to find the roommate, naked, her puke-covered bathrobe held out by one hand. She took one look at me and then at herself and dropped the bathrobe and ran past me with one arm over her boobs and the other over her pussy. I took one look at Nancy and felt sorry for her. I sat down and used the bathrobe to wipe the puke off her face and went to find the roommate, who refused to come out of her room. So, I went back and undressed Nancy and carried her to the bathroom. I showered her, wearing my clothes of course, and carried her back to her room and put her to bed. I was going to leave when she woke up enough to grab hold of me, not wanting me to leave for some reason. I sat down on the floor next to her bed, still soaking wet, and held her hand while she went back to sleep. I guess I fell asleep too, and woke up a couple hours later, sitting on her bedroom floor, naked, with her roommate riding my dick.
"Of course, I let her finish, and enjoyed it. I mean Nancy wasn't anything to me at that time, just someone I was helping. Well, the roommate had undressed me enough to have sex with, and after we both came, she helped me undress the rest of the way and hauled me off to her bedroom for more sex. Somewhere along the way I fell asleep with the roommate. When I woke up in the morning I was lying in the roommates bedroom, both of us naked, with nothing to wear. My clothes were in Nancy's room. So I snuck in to get my clothes and while I was getting them, she woke up to a strange man, naked in her room, holding his clothes. You can guess what happened next. More shouting and screaming and accusations until the roommate came in, still naked, and told Nancy that I'd brought her home all messed up. She didn't quite believe that I'd undressed and showered her at first, but finally believed that I hadn't done anything to her other than clean her up, and that it was her roommate that had initiated the sex. With everyone finally calmed down I got dressed and left. A few days later Nancy looked me up and asked me over for dinner to thank me for taking care of her. It was a nice dinner, until her roommate came home and talked the two of us into having sex with her to thank me for everything, as she put it. Nancy wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't had much sex and I guess she and I hit it off. We became a thing and a year later I asked her to marry me. I hadn't had sex with another woman since that night, until this stupid five dates thing."
"You need to explain that. Donna tried to explain it to me, but it didn't make sense."
"My wife got diagnosed with a fast-moving cancer. She was going to die and she knew damn well that as close as the two of us were, I'd just sit and let life pass me by. She was right. For the first six months, that's what I did. Then, on the six month anniversary of her passing, the lawyer that was helping with her will called me and her sister into his office and played us a video she made before she died. In it she asked me to have five dates with anyone I wanted, but I had to have fun and I had to have sex on each date. She knew I wouldn't refuse her anything. I never had. Nothing she ever asked of me did I say no to, and sometimes she asked some hard stuff to do. So here I am. Having sex with a bunch of different women because my wife asked me to."
"So why not just say no if you didn't want to?"
"She asked me to. I loved her too much not to try."
