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Once again, I was honored to be invited by Bebop to participate in his theme story challenge. I want to express my thanks to him and others for this event.
I hope you enjoy my story, and as always, I enjoy reading your comments.
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"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I'm going to sue your ass for every penny you've got!"
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It's strange how certain situations will make you recall things that you hadn't thought of in decades.
As far back as he could remember, Adam used to sit at a desk in the backroom of his dad's store when doing his homework. Both his mom and dad worked there, so the school bus would drop him off at the store instead of their house. After he was done they'd sometimes let him help out, but not very often. It was an antique shop, and most of the items were pretty expensive.
He remembered once when a woman came in with her six or seven-year-old son. She was looking at an antique clock when the kid saw some old toys and took off running. He knocked down a three hundred dollar vase and broke it. Adam's dad tried to get the lady to pay for it, but she refused. That's when he had the signs made up—three of them, saying,
If you break it, you'll pay for it.
He put one outside, over the door so people would see it when they first walked in. The other two were strategically placed inside, so no one could say they didn't see the sign. It was amazing how many people suddenly became way more careful as they walked around, perusing the delicate items.
As much as Adam loved his parents, he was afraid he was somewhat of a disappointment. He knew they had aspirations of him taking over the store one day, but he just had no interest in it.
His love was photography. When he was nine or ten, he saw an old Kodak, Signet forty camera on a shelf in the store. His dad had priced it at only ten bucks so he asked if he could have it. His dad gave it to him but made him clean the store to pay for it. From the moment Adam saw his first set of pictures, he was hooked. A couple of years later, his dad helped him set up a darkroom in the back of the shop where he started developing his own black and white film. Well, from there, he just never looked back.
He met Michelle in college when she was looking for someone to take a nice shot of her for a new on-line literary club she was joining. She wanted something better than a selfie and someone recommended Adam. He was immediately infatuated with her from the start, but she didn't really show much interest in him until he delivered the pictures. She absolutely loved them and it seemed to melt her somewhat icy façade.
She accepted his first request for a date with a little hesitance, but smiled broadly when he asked her for a second, then a third. By the fourth date, Michelle had decided he was a keeper and was going to stake her claim. They were invited to a party at one of the sorority houses off-campus. They'd been there about an hour when she told Adam she had something she wanted to show him upstairs. As soon as she saw an empty bedroom, she pulled him inside and locked the door behind them.
Adam wasn't stupid and couldn't help grinning as he asked her what she wanted to show him. Within a few seconds she stood naked in front of him. "This," she replied.
He couldn't believe how great she felt in his arms. His cock was stretched so tight he was literally in pain. She put her arms around his neck as their lips met. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. "Well, are you going to get out of clothes and fuck me, or what?"
He didn't have to be asked twice. By the time Michelle slid seductively into the bed, he was naked. Before joining her, Adam stood and committed to memory the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Despite the pain from his protruding penis, he was determined to take his time and make it a memorable night for the prone goddess. She, however, had a different idea.
"Come on, Adam, we don't have much time. Stick that thing in me. There's bound to be somebody else who'll want to use this room any minute. Don't worry about a condom, I'm on the pill."
Adam was certainly no Don Juan, but he knew enough to know he needed to get her ready, first. He laid next to her, wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her in for a kiss while starting to finger her glorious pussy. It took only seconds before he felt moisture.
"Mmmm," she cooed, "I wish we had more time, honey, but we don't."
He didn't miss the fact that she had called him honey for the first time. He smiled and kissed her again as maneuvered his body on top of hers. She wasted no time and reached down to help him find his target.
"Oh, God, that feels so good," she moaned as he slowly slid inside of her. She raised her hips to meet his rhythm and together they brought each other to an earthshattering climax. As they lay in each other's arms, enjoying their post-coital high, there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, what's going on in there?" chuckled a female voice.
A male voice followed up. "Yeah, you going to hog the room all night?"
A little embarrassed, Adam and Michelle looked at each other and broke out laughing.
After that they agreed to be exclusive, and for the next two years, were inseparable.
After receiving their degrees, hers in journalism, and his in photography, they were both lucky enough to find decent jobs. Adam was hired by a large studio that specialized in all kinds of fashion and product photography, everything from jewelry and furniture to lingerie and coats. Michelle got a job as a staff writer with one of the major Chicago newspapers.
Between them, they made good money and went in together on a nice apartment about twenty minutes northwest of the city. They didn't even know two-floor apartments existed. This one had a fireplace downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs. A year later, they were married.
Being professional people, much to the dismay of their parents, they decided to hold off for a while before starting a family.
For the next three years, things were going well. They had great sex four or five times a week. Two or three times a month, they'd go out to dinner, after which they'd go dancing or see a show. They still lived in the same apartment, made some friends, and saw their parents now and then. They were also putting money away for a house in the burbs, and even started talking about expanding the family once they bought their own place. Life was good.
Their hours were the same, but Adam usually beat Michelle home. When he did he'd start dinner. He was just pre-heating the oven when she came in.
"Hi, gorgeous!"
"Hi," she said with little enthusiasm.
"Ah, oh, what's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing, really... well, yeah, for a while I'll have to do some traveling, I guess. I don't think it'll be anything extensive, maybe overnight, maybe a couple of nights, I don't know."
She sounded really depressed about it. She'd never had to travel since getting married, but it didn't actually surprise Adam that much. They were going into an election year, so he figured she might get sent on the campaign trail now and again.
"Because of the elections?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm getting my own politician," she scoffed, "Terry Bartlett."
