Disclaimers: As usual, each and every character in this story is a figment of my imagination. Every aspect of this story is pure fiction. If anyone is lucky enough to get lucky, they are at least eighteen years of age, or older.
As you can see by my short description, I'm paying homage to the classic Motown hit, written by Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong, in 1966. Recorded first by Gladys Knight and The Pips, in 1967. Covered by Marvin Gaye the following year, and butchered by Creadence Clearwater Revival in 1970. If any of you music aficionados want to hear MY all time favorite version of this classic, listen to the 1976 Live Concert album by The Average White Band, titled Person To Person. Their version of this classic is amazingly great.
There are two very distinct and very different parts to this story. The first comes under the Loving Wives category, where the hero of my story thinks way more with the little head, instead of the big head. Luckily, my hero did not marry the cheating skank. The second could be either Mature or Romance, by the time this is finished I'll make my decision.
If you're looking for wall to wall sex, click out and look elsewhere. Be forewarned.
CAUTION! CAUTION! There just might be some violence in this story, and its justified. Also, anything pertaining to the law, its "The Law According To Me"
Onto my story.
I'm Joshua Greenfield, a thirty-five year old lawyer, working for a fairly large law firm in downtown Seattle. I've been doing several different sorts of law. I started doing some corporate things, but have eased my way into some criminal defense work, only if I truly believe in the client.
For most of the last twelve years I've been raising my daughter, Heather, by myself. As my story unfolds, you'll see why. I do have to admit that my parents helped out immensely with my daughter.
Growing up about twenty miles north of Seattle, I had a fairly normal childhood. My parents weren't what you would call wealthy, but we were comfortable.
My older sister, Sandra, and I always seemed to be best friends, not like some of the other siblings we knew.
Growing up Jewish in a predominantly Christian neighborhood didn't cause us too many problems, and the issues we encountered, we were able to overcome.
In Junior high I started thinking about sports. I quickly learned that I couldn't hit a baseball, or dribble a basketball. At six feet tall and weighing a robust one fifty, football wasn't in the cards, either.
What I found I was fairly good at was running. From the quarter mile to the half mile, I did better than OK.
All through high school, track became my sport of choice. Along with gaining a decent amount of weight, I also kept my thought of becoming a lawyer in the forefront of my studies.
There were some track meets where we needed someone to compete in one or more of the field events. When our coach would ask for volunteers, I'd raise my hand, telling him I'd give most anything a try.
Truth be told, I had tried several of the field events, in practice, and found I wasn't too bad at either the long jump or the high jump. I also had bulked up to a robust one eighty, and now stood just over six feet two.
Finishing near the very top of my graduating class, I virtually had my pick of colleges to attend.
Another advantage I had was, aside from getting my high school diploma, I was in a program called Running Start. This was in conjunction with our local comminity college, allowing me, at just eighteen years of age, to already have my Associates Degree, and start at Seattle Pacific as a first semester Junior.
I finally chose Seattle Pacific University, because of their much smaller class size plus a long history of fairly good track teams. My long term goal was law school, either at Seattle University, or the University of Washington.
I quickly discovered that, if I wanted, I could take an extra class each semester, and graduate early, but seeing I was already two years ahead of schedule, I didn't go any faster than normal. I enjoyed my track competition enough that I knew I would graduate just as I was turning twenty.
I also learned that even at a school that was a Methodist institution, me being Jewish didn't stop girls from dating me. It took a while, but by the end of my first semester, I did manage to lose my virginity. And to an upper class girl. No, not rich and snobby, but a Junior, nearly three years older than me.
Jenna Hayes made it be known that she wasn't interested in anything long term, but didn't shy away from a second, third or even a fourth time.
By the time I started my serious workouts for the upcoming track season, my sex life took a distant back seat.
With me competing in both running events, and field events, my coach started my training for the decathlon. A group of ten events, held only at special times. Like conference and national championships, and the like. In each event, the competitors run against a point system. The faster you run, the more points one earns. The higher one jumps, or the farther they throw the object, the more points are earned. Easy to comprehend, correct?
All during the regular season, I would enter one or two events in both running and field events. The one field event I'd never tried was the pole vault. Our vaulters showed me the basics, so I would try a few vaults, each practice.
At the end of my first season, my Junior year, I was entered in the conference championship, in the decathlon.
I actually did fairly well, considering my pole vaulting skills left a lot to be desired. I finished second, which allowed our track team to win the men's championship.
Over the summer, I interned with a large law firm, doing just about any menial job asked of me. I knew in any firm I would start at the bottom, so this internship taught me the basics of almost every law firm, no matter the size.
Here I was just nineteen years of age, working with some lawyers nearly three times my age. I absorbed as much as they would teach me.
It didn't hurt that I was earning a small amount of money.
I helped with several different types of cases, but asked not to be assigned to anything close to divorce cases. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle those.
Along with learning everything I could about the law, I did have a few short-term relationships. It bothered my parents a little that none of these girls happened to be Jewish. Oh, well.
I kept telling them that I wasn't shopping for a wife, so they backed off. Just a little.
On to my final year at Seattle Pacific, and my final season of track. I applied to both the local law schools, and was accepted by both.
Now, all I had to do was pick one, and worry how my folks would be able to afford the tuition.
The summer before I started at the U of W law school, I interned at the same firm as the summer before, and was given some tuition assistance, as long as I committed to work at this firm. Voila! The answer to my prayers.
In law school, I found myself dating girls several years older than me, which didn't bother me one bit. I did, however, find that it bothered some of them.
There was this one girl, who worked in the law school library. Hailey Breland. I'd talk with her all through my first year of law school, and found she was nothing like any of the girls I'd dated. On the tall side, just over five ten, and maybe weighed one twenty-five, or so.
She talked with a slight southern drawl, telling me she moved from Walling, Tennessee when she was seven years old due to 'family strife', and lived with an aunt, who was on the older side. When I asked her to elaborate, she just sort of hinted at her parents and older brother being rural rednecks, and very difficult to live with.
I decided not to pry any further. We started by just having lunch together, then a dinner, or two. We did progress from just a good night light kiss, to some more serious make out sessions, to actually having her spend the night at my off campus apartment.
That first night, I definitely found out she was quite free spirited in the bedroom. And the living room. And even in the shower.
I also found out just how sensitive her tiny rock hard nipples that capped her small B cup boobs were. And her more than sensitive clit was, too. I also found out I wasn't her first, and that didn't bother me.
For a first night together, we must have spent a good three hours, or more, fucking, sucking, each and every inch of both our bodies.
She was by far the best at oral skills of any of my other girlfriends. She had little trouble handling my nearly eight inches of manhood.
Even though she said they weren't necessary, I made good use of the condoms stored in my nightstand. I just wanted to protect myself.
We started getting a bit more serious during my second year of law school, with me reminding her and myself that my studies came first.
