I promised myself there would be no sequel to ruin the original story. I actually thought that and I tried, I really did. Alas, it was not to be. And now as I start this, I have no idea where it'll lead, beyond the first page or so. If you haven't read 'Her First Time', I suggest you do so first. But, I think I've included enough here that it's not absolutely necessary.
My mouth was dry, my heart racing, I got up to get a glass of ice water from the refrigerator to share with Dani. I walked down the hall, around the corner to the living room... and there... hanging on the coat rack by the front door... was a red plaid wool jacket... with a little 'bullet hole' in the chest.
The 'bullet hole' was from battery acid, in the jacket my brother had given me in high school. I'd somehow gotten the acid on it, then inadvertently shrunk it, washing in hot water, then over thirty years ago, had donated it to the Salvation Army. Now, after the weirdest night in my life, that I'd thought was nothing but an elaborate dream, the jacket was hanging on the coat rack, just inside our front door, physical proof that my 'dream' had, in fact, been reality.
I stood, shellshocked, staring, unable to move. It was real, hanging in my house, our house. I stepped toward it, then was almost afraid to touch it. No, not 'almost'. I did, though. An uncontrolled hand reached out, almost hoping that it would just disappear, that if it did, I could just go back to bed, kiss my wife and our day would go on.
But it didn't disappear. It was real, felt like fairly coarse wool, exactly how I remembered it. A few seconds later, I was walking back into our bedroom carrying the jacket with me. I don't even remember taking it down. One second, I was feeling the rough texture, the next carrying it into our bedroom.
Dani saw my stricken face, no doubt completely white, "Hon... you okay? What is it?" I don't know if I'd ever heard her sound so worried in my life.
"I... the dream... it... it wasn't... a dream." I held out the jacket to her, like it was a sacrificial offering.
She looked at me with a confused look on her face, like I was talking gibberish. Maybe I was. I wasn't sure what I was saying.
"What's that?" she asked, pointing toward the thing in my hand. I looked down at it again, wishing that it would be gone, that it would just disappear.
"Jacket, my jacket... long time ago, before we married." This didn't make any sense, but I told her about the jacket, that my brother, Tom, had given it to me for my sixteenth birthday. I told her about the battery acid 'bullet hole', how it had shrunk and I'd given it to the Salvation Army, hoping that some kid could get some use from it.
She was silent, sitting up in bed against the headboard, while I was telling her, waiting for me to finish. When I did, then stood silently for a moment, still holding the thing draped across my arm, her first question, "Then how...?"
I looked at the jacket again, it was real. This wasn't a dream, there never had been a dream. "I don't know..." I hesitated, how the hell do I tell her? How the hell had this happened? It was like 'The Twilight Zone', except that was television. They can do anything on television. This was real life. These things don't happen in real life.
"Last night... you were gone, I went out to get a pizza... then everything changed." I tried to remember, "I'd been looking at the picture of you and Alan, the one of him kissing your cheek..."
Dani interrupted, "I still don't understand, how do you know his name? I've never said it."
"I'll get to that." And I proceeded to tell her everything, starting at seeing the old Ford on the street instead of the Honda, the jacket that I was still carrying in the back seat; how everything in town was '1987', going to the football game... As I talked, Dani's eyes got wider and wider, unbelieving. Hell, I didn't believe it myself, how the hell would she?
When I finished, with walking back in our house to find her in bed waiting for me, she said, "You know none of that happened, don't you?"
I knew that none of it COULD have happened, but did it? "But," I started, "you... and Alan? Did that happen?" I looked down at what I was carrying, "And the jacket..."
I started again, describing what I'd seen in detail to her; her dress pulled down and Alan sucking her tit, switching from one to the other, the moaning noises she was making, how her fingers were shaking when she undid the zipper on her dress and pushed it down.
I told her how big her eyes were when she saw how big he was, how she'd asked him to fuck her, wanting him to be her first; "You spread your legs apart, held his cock in your hand, right at your pussy and asked him to go slow, since it was your first time." I went on telling her how her breathing had changed when his cock disappeared inside her; her scream when he broke her hymen; that he'd waited inside her until she started moving underneath him. It was all so fresh in my mind, like I was watching it all over again.
How her hips thrust up, and she told him, "Now, Alan, make love to me." I told her that was when I knew his name.
Dani's eyes were big, her breathing deep. Was she remembering it, too, just the way I was describing it to her?
I went on, "You scratched his back, when he was thrusting in and out of you. Screamed when you both came." Dani's expression had changed. Her eyes were closed. Her right hand had moved to her left breast, underneath her nightgown, pinching her nipple.
When I described the last I'd watched, her legs up over Alan's shoulders, him pounding inside her, the real-life present Dani moaned.
After I stopped, I sat down on the bed beside Dani and rubbed my hand up her leg. The jacket in my other hand was nearly forgotten. Telling her what I'd seen had made me horny as hell. And Dani, too, obviously.
"That's how it happened, wasn't it?" I whispered.
"It... it did... that's how I remember it... so long ago..." so softly from her mouth.
My hand went underneath the covers, up the inside of Dani's thigh, to the pubic hair between her legs. She rolled over on her side toward me, lips finding mine. "He kissed you that night... made you moan."
I felt her tongue pressing between my lips, the vibrations of her moan. Her memories of that night brought back powerful emotions. Dani changed, the normal, quietly loving woman I'd been married to for twenty-eight years had become a woman possessed.