There Must Be A Mistake Ch 08

Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the streets, buildings, roadways, recreational areas, and other points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this is not the story for you. As I have it notated now, those scenes will be evocative rather than aggressive. They also will be a few and far between. With the exclusion of certain scenes, this story could easily have a fit into the category of "NON-EROTIC" as easily as it will fit into a Novel or Novellas. As always, please remember this is

A NOVEL.

Chapter 8

31. WELL, MAYBE "I DO"

.2.1. CONTACT. Jennifer pulled on my hair until I thought it was going to come out by the roots. She screamed my name, and sprayed me with her female fluids. I was wet from my chest to my thighs. She lost control of her body and she began to crumble to the floor. I was able to hold her and bring her to my chest. She looked beautiful asleep. Four years of abstinence has taken its toll on her libido, and I was happy that I had released the passion in her. I placed my love on the carpet to rest. I went to the bed, and threw off the comforter and blanket. I covered her body with the sheet, and placed a pillow under her head. I took an orange juice from the minibar and had it ready for her when she regained consciousness.

I helped this process along by suckling on her glorious breasts and using my fingers to play with her clitoris. It took a few moments, but her eyes started fluttering. I will always remember her first sweet loving words to me for the rest of my life.

"You bastard Even Luck."

"I keep telling you I know both my parents."

"You said you had no experience with women. If that is no experience, I can't wait for the main event."

"You mean that wasn't it?"

"So help me God Even, I'm going to kill you if you start joking with me now."

"Hey you, I wasn't the one that took the nap, you were. You wasted valuable time. The tailor could be back at any moment with your dress. We would have to return to our party instead of making love."

"How long was I asleep?"

"You were out for almost 20 minutes. (It was actually two minutes) I had to wake you up or all my planning would have gone out the window."

"20 minutes, are you out of your mind. Let's get into bed and fuck me quickly. I have to know what that weapon of yours can do."

"Get used to the idea, dear Jennifer that I am never going to fuck you. I'm going to make love to you for the rest of our married life. There will be no quickies, or hurried assignations. I love you too much to do that to you. If you have to wait a month for the proper time and place you will wait."

"Get used to this idea Even Luck, if I ever have to wait that long, you are a dead man."

"Mrs. Luck you talk too much and are wasting more valuable time. Do you want to make love, or do you want to continue on your present pathway and keep talking."

"You are a pain in the ass Even."

"Are you sure that's the first way you want to do it?" (If it weren't for the sheet she would have hit me.)

"I do not like you Even, I do not like you one bit."

"You don't have to like me anymore. You married me before God and man. You are stuck with me for the rest of your life. Get into bed woman before I start spanking you."

"You would dare spank me on my wedding day."

"Don't tempt me by telling me what I would not dare do on 'MY' wedding day." I suppose there was a look in my eyes that told her I was not fooling. She scurried from under the sheet and was in the bed seconds later. Then she said the wrong words.

"I am here you bastard, where the fuck are you."

I am not as strong with my right hand as I am with my left, but after I hooked my legs between hers, so she could not move, I gave her five quick swats on her ass. She screamed. I think she was about to say those magic words again, when my mouth covered her's. She beat on my back, while my hand twisted her nipple, and my thigh rubbed against her pussy. I believe this double attack on her most sensitive areas clouded her mind, and she forgot why she was angry with me. I let go of her mouth and attacked her neck and her ears.

"You are not supposed to know this stuff Even."

"I read a lot."

"Keep reading."

"I'd rather practice." I don't know how long I did this with her, but she tried to push me over.

"No baby, not at this time, I have a better idea." I pushed her legs wide, and wet the head of my penis between the folds of her vagina. I kept rubbing it over her sensitive clitoris until she screamed at me.

"Stop teasing me. I want you inside me. Go slowly it's been a very long time."

I thought I heard a knock at the door, but I didn't care. George Patton's Eighth Army could have could have chosen this time to march through our room, and I would not have been deterred from my chosen path.

I popped the head of what Jennifer referred to as 'my weapon' and she exclaimed, "Oh Shit!"

To take the fear out of my wife's eyes I joked with her. I wasn't sure if this was the right time to do it or not. As a matter of fact, being a man; I knew it was the wrong time. I said to her, "That's it darling, that's all of it."

Her eyes opened in relief when she said, "I've taken the whole thing?"

I grabbed her hands and said, "No that's just the head."

She said it again, I'm going to have to get used that word, because I think she skipped the letter 'A' in elementary school.

"Bastard, I will get you for that."

I gave her a long kiss as I started moving, very slowly, into the most wonderful sensation any man could ever experience. Whether it was silk or satin I did not know or care; it was Jennifer, the love of my life. As I moved into her she became so tight I had to stop, and withdraw.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Yes, but it is a wonderful hurt."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare stop I will kill you if you do."

"There will be other days, many other days for us to do this."

"Stop talking, and let's make love."

So we did, slowly, passionately, and with a purpose. I went after every area of her breasts, neck, and ears. I knew she enjoyed this attention. I didn't know when she joined me in our hip movements, but she did. Her black eyes grew so wide I could not see the white in them. I moved one hand into her folds, and played with her distended pearl. Her movements became erratic, as her hips moved faster. I was running out of time. I wanted my wife to join me so our first orgasmic experience would be together. When I was on the cusp of coming I used my fingernails to pinch her clitoris.

She screamed, "YOU BASTARD"; as she wet me and the bed.

This time I returned the favor. Nearly 18 years of stored up semen shot out of me, and into her unprotected womb. There was no guarantee of a pregnancy, but if the Las Vegas odds makers were making book on it there would be no takers.

We rested in each other's arms for a few moments without saying a word. Then I told her how sorry I was I hurt her.

"I knew you would hurt me with a thing like that. It's not only long, but almost as thick as a can of soda. I can't believe you got it all in me."

"I didn't. I got a little more than half way inside you when I had to stop, because you were so tight. I knew if I went any further I would severely hurt you."

"Half way, oh my God, you could kill someone with that thing."

"That thing, as you call it, belongs to you for the rest of our lives. No one else will ever feel it or touch it."

"What did I do in my past lives to be so lucky?"

"You let some little prick bastard get you pregnant, and leave you. You suffered for four years, as your family chastised you, and deserted you when you needed them the most. Then you met this handsome, debonair, bon vivant on an airplane, and he swept you off your feet. He offered you Buffalo wings, but you decided on the tenderloins of beef, instead of prawns. You have had two wonderful orgasms, and he has had his first, no actually his second. I believe both of them will result in wonderful pregnancies. I believe you should take a shower. Your grandmother is part bloodhound. She will know what we have been up to if you don't."

"Do you always think of everything?"

"If I don't, Gordon will."

"How long do you think it will take for the dress to get here?"

"I believe it's already here."

"Someone came into the room while we were making love?"

"No, the Enterprise beamed it into the room."

"I swear Even you are going to die because of your jokes."

Jennifer got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

"I know where your mole is."

She didn't stop. She continued walking, lifted her right hand, and gave me the finger. At least she didn't call me a bastard this time.

I was correct as far as the wedding dress was concerned. It was hanging on a hook on the entrance door, with a thank you note from the tailor. I have a habit of being generous to those who help me.

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It was an hour and 10 minutes later when we walked into the ballroom. Everyone applauded when we arrived. I walked over to my friends and colleagues, while Jennifer walked over to her grandmother to show her the repair on her dress. I swear her grandmother was more than a bloodhound. She was Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson wrapped into one.

"Was it good Jennifer? Did you enjoy yourself as much as you remembered?"

"What are you talking about grandma? I was in the room with a tailor, while Even was in the lobby reading a magazine. What was there to enjoy?"

"Granddaughter, when was the last time you think you could pull the wool over my eyes? You just had your bell rung, possibly several times."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I was with the tailor waiting for my dress."

"And Custer was having tea with the Indians just before they him gave him a haircut. Your makeup is a mess, and your hair looks like it came out of the blender. I won't bother telling you what you smile looks like."

"Grandma you don't need a man, you need a group of men."

"Now that I have you squared away, maybe I'll work on it."

"Good for you, maybe he should be in his 30s or early 40s so he can keep up with you."

"I was thinking about a pair of 20 year olds."

"Grandma you are so bad."

"You should have seen me when I was your age."

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Delicious and Gray ran through the open ballroom doors as fast as her tight dress would allow her. She scanned the room to find her father and when she saw him she yelled, "

DAD!"

Even thought something terrible had happened.

"What's the matter baby, are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm just fine. I forgot one thing, one very important thing. I have to dance with my father at his wedding. Everything else can wait until later."

"I thought you and Gray had gone home."

"We stayed at the church for a while, and then took a drive into the mountains to look at the scenery. That's when I realized I wanted to be here to dance with you at your wedding. Did you know that the military taught Gray how to drive? He took one of those courses on how to get out of ambushes and things. I actually believe he could do it, seeing how he got us here so quickly."

Jennifer rushed over to see what was going on.

"Delicious are you okay?"

"Yes, I just came to my senses. I had to dance with my dad. Gray is joining NASCAR next week. I think they race at Talladega soon. He should win even if he goes the wrong way."

Jennifer laughed. "Is that a comment on his good driving, or his bad driving?"

"Neither, it was a comment on his fast he drives without getting a speeding ticket. The police couldn't catch him."

"I was not going that fast. Just because no one was passing me doesn't mean I was driving recklessly."

"Gray would you dance with my bride please, while I dance with my daughter?"

"Jennifer, if it's okay with you?"

"How lucky can a girl get in one day? Married to the man she loves; and a handsome suitor a few hours later."

"Excuse me Jennifer, that one is mine. You can keep the older one."

"Hey, I'm not that old. I'm only 33."

"You'll be 34 in November."

"Does 34 make me ancient?"

"No, but it brings you closer to 40, and further away from 30."

"Young woman, I'm not talking to you for the rest of the evening. I'll have the orchestra play one song, and I'll have your escort, escort you out of here before I spank you in front of all my guests."

"I have a response to that but you don't need to be turned on any more than you already are today. From the looks of Jennifer, I believe she's well on her way to being pregnant already."

"Am I wearing a sign? My grandmother knew it as soon as I walked over there."

"Jen, if you had a brighter smile on your face I would have to be wearing sunglasses. You should do something about your makeup to. More of it is on my dad's face, then on yours."

"Even the next time we get married and you come up with one of these brilliant ideas, give me more time to take care of my face and hair."

"I think you look gorgeous."

"You have to say that, I'm your wife."

"I didn't have to say that, I wanted to."

"Excellent reply dad, excellent, you may even get laid again tonight."

"Young lady watch your mouth. Let me tell the orchestra what song I want them to play, and I will be right back."

"Dad it better not be music with Lawrence Welk and his accordion."

"I loved Lawrence Welk."

"I know, mom told me."

I went to the leader of the band and asked him to play 'Baby' by Billy Joel, for my daughter and me. As I walked back to her, the idiot announced it. I wanted to kill him.

Delicious blushed thinking I told the dummy to tell everyone it was for her and I. When I reached her, she kissed me. "I love you daddy."

I think I'll let the idiot bandleader live another day.

There is something about a woman's head resting against your chest that makes everything in the world seem right. I can't fool anybody into thinking I can dance, but I can shuffle my feet with the best of them. However, when you're dancing with a beautiful woman in your arms no one is looking at the man. You could be naked and nobody would see you. Delicious is more than beautiful, and in that dress she was simply...

'DIVINE.'

Tears rolled down my face as I danced with the essence of my sister and me. I was never more proud of anything I had ever done in my life. I hated to let her go as the music ended.

Our guests applauded my daughter and my wife. I took both of them in my arms and kissed them.

I called Gray over and thanked him for bringing Delicious to me, but her job was now done.

"Get her out of here, she is about to be attacked by Dr. Oyster and a few other scientists who want to know about how she is going to get rockets out of the atmosphere without using hydrogen. They will have to wait until tomorrow evening. I don't want everyone in the world to find out about this. Here they come, run!"

Jennifer hit me in the back of my head, while my daughter elbowed me in the stomach. All was right in the world.

Delicious kissed me, then Jennifer goodbye, and then the two of them disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.

Jennifer said, "Daddy, I think you better prepare for a wedding, sooner rather than later."

"I know; they will make a very handsome couple."

32. DECISIONS

They changed into casual clothes, and talked while touring the property. Well, they were doing other things also. Most of her makeup was off, and he had taken her hair down. Then she dropped the first bomb of the evening on him.

"I don't want to get married. I'm too young, if something goes wrong between us, both of us will suffer. We can live together, but if it has to end let's end it peacefully."

Grayson was taken aback. They had not been talking about marriage. Out of the blue this thunderbolt strikes. She needs response now. If he doesn't, she will run away believing she was wrong in mentioning it.

"How about we try this instead, we sign a prenuptial agreement stating if one party wants a divorce, he or she does not have to give a reason. The other party must accept the parting of the ways and do so amicably."

"Yeah, like that would work. What would happen if we have children, and I want to keep them?"

"There is an easy answer to that. We do what King Solomon did; we split the babies in half and we each take a part." He caught her right hand before it hit him.

"Delicious, when I know you're going to swing at me I can stop you. I just haven't wanted to stop you. I can knock you on your ass anytime I want. BEHAVE."

"You can't tell me what to do. I'm not married to you yet."

"So you're going to marry me?"

"Don't piss me off Gray, you will regret it."

"Okay, let's get this out of the way once and for all. Give me everything you have. Don't hold anything back; I'll try not to hurt you."

She had never and so insulted in her life. She started walking away from him until she heard his feet crunching the stones on the ground behind her. When she knew he was within striking distance she turned and threw a left at his neck, which should have disabled him.

Grayson sidestepped her punch, jumped, and kicked her in the back.

Delicious went sprawling, face first, onto the ground. He jumped on her before she could move.

He placed a hand on her neck, and asked, "Do you submit?"

"To what?"

"To me of course."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Fighting of a different kind."

"I've been thinking about that since we left Dad. Would you let me up now?"

"I'd rather know your decision first."

"You won't know it unless I stand up."

He helped her up, and watched her as she brushed the sand and rocks off her wonderful breasts.

"How could you hit a girl?"

"You are not a girl, you are Delicious."

"Don't you start with me again Gray. I will agree to us pairing for up to 10 years, not one day longer. I'm not getting married until I'm 18 years old, and I must have my father's permission. There is one other thing, and I will not compromise on it. If you do not agree, all of this is off."

"It sounds like you are about to hit me with the big one this time. Tell me what it is, and as long as I can be with you, I will agree to it."

"This is not going to be easy for you. Actually it won't be easy for either of us. So don't make promises you can't, or won't be able to keep Gray."

"If you keep dancing around the issue I will never know what it is."

"I want to do it like my father did with Jennifer. I want to have sex for the first time on my wedding night; not one day before. We can play, a little, but there will be no intercourse until then. My birthday is 10 months away; I will understand if you have to say no."

"You do know how to drive a sane man crazy, don't you Delicious? This will be 1000 times harder than all my years of graduate school."

"I knew it was too much to ask you. We will still see each other as we work on the starcraft; goodnight Gray." She had tears in her eyes, knowing she asked for something impossible from any normal red-blooded man. She started running towards the house at full speed, crying so hard she could barely see where she was going. When she got there Gray was already sitting on the steps.

"Who the hell are you? You drive like a racecar driver. You kick me like some judo expert, and you run like the wind. Who are you really Dr. Grayson Thyme?"

"I am a master in tae kwon do. I run marathons as often as I can. When there are no marathons around, I run five and 10 km races just for fun. Don't mess with me little girl, or I will get you in the best shape of your life."