Although I couldn't see her face clearly, it was clear she had a smile. "You are right, neither of us have anything to hide from the other. We are both very naked and transparent."
Alexa started, "I was born in Travis City, Michigan. My childhood was happy until the day my world collapsed. My Dad was killed in an automobile accident when I was 10 years old."
The sudden pause indicated she was still suffering emotional stress. I said, "I am so sorry for your loss. I can tell he was a very special man."
After a few moments she continued, "Thank you. It was the worst time of my life. My mother became very depressed. Fortunately, she is a nurse and the hospital's psychiatrist helped through those terrible months. The driver that smashed into my dad's car was drunk and walked away unhurt. He was convicted of DUI manslaughter and spent 10 years in prison. That was little comfort to our family. Despite some life insurance and a lawsuit against the drunk driver, we barely scrapped by for the next few years. Our lives improved about 2 years later when my mother met Otto Brickmeyer who was a patient in the hospital. He was from Grand Rapids and suffered a broken arm while on vacation. One thing led to another and within a year they were married."
She continued, "I was still struggling with the loss of my dad and wasn't ready to have another man in the family, but Brick, his nick name, was patient and assured me he would never replace my father but he wanted to help me and our family with a new life. Brick owns two jewelry stores in Grand Rapids and has been very successful. He lost his wife to cancer three years before meeting mom and was just starting to get interested in meeting someone. In life sometimes a "lucky break" can be a real break."
"The move to Grand Rapids was a real change. I was busy in school; became a cheerleader; learned how to look and dress like a lady; and found boys were cute but could also be crude. I graduated from high school and won a scholarship to Michigan State for my interest in math. During my first three years in college I studied, making the Dean's list every semester. I worked at the campus bookstore to earn extra money. My social life was the usual Friday night bar and party scene. For some reason I never became involved with sororities but managed to be happy."
My life changed when my roommate, Jenny, wanted me to join her for a weekend at Eastern Michigan University. Her boy friend was in school there and wanted her to come of a big fraternity party. I remember it was a cold February Friday as we made the drive over to the University. Her boy friend was a real good-looking guy who also had brains. I felt like a third wheel, but he insisted I go with Jenny and him to the frat party. He said, 'Who knows you might meet someone who rocks your world'. We both laughed about that. "
"At the party was Rick Williamson. He was a "big man on campus" and a football star. All the girls wanted to date and be seen with him. Almost like a movie from across the room Rick spotted me and made a beeline to meet me. Why I don't know."
I replied, "Alexa, I certainly understand. You are a beautiful woman. He was smart and wanted to meet you." Although I could not clearly see her in the dark, I sensed Alexa blushed.
"You are kind, but Rick had a reputation of being a real party animal and probably had slept with half the girls on campus. I just was probably just another one to conquer. But for reasons not clear at that moment, we clicked. We had a wonderful time talking and as the evening progressed, Rick remained a gentleman. Later Jenny commented, 'You must have his attention. I suspect you are the only girl on campus he hasn't tried to put in the sack within two hours of meeting him.' I thought the opposite. I didn't meet his expectations."
"The next morning before Jenny and I were ready to leave for Michigan State, Rick ran up to me and asked if could come over and see me. Shocked, I said, sure. He handed me a small bunch of flowers and kissed my cheek. That began our romance."
"Sex was a big part of those early days and I think I spent more time naked and in bed than I did anything else. We had fun and fortunately, no pregnancies. We both graduated in May and got married in June."
"Rick had been a second team All American and a good linebacker. His dream was to play in the National Football League but that never happened. He was not drafted by any team and couldn't make the Detroit Lions as a walk on. I suggested he might want to play Canadian football for a year or two and then try again. Our relationship started to change from that point."
"Rick's family owns an auto parts manufacturing firm in Toledo, Ohio. He accepted his dad's offer to work for the company and eventually become its president. Ford was a major customer and the plant worked 3 shifts a day when cars and trucks were selling. When the market's slowed down so did the company's orders. Rick's dad started a separate company that manufactured after market parts for all models. So financially we had no problems."
"Rick's habits of being the life of the party and a heavy drinker soon became a problem for me. Our relationship started to change. I started working on my master's degree in psychology at the University of Michigan and Rick continued to live as if he was still in college. I became the designated driver and had to drag my drunk husband out of parties or bars and get him home. There were rumors that he was sleeping with several women who worked for the company. Our relationship became barely tolerable. I wanted counseling to help but he refused and said I was too emotional and had an overactive imagination. On several occasions while drunk he attacked me, and we had what amounted to rape."
"We were invited to a Super Bowl party at Rick's team-mate and best friend Al Langford. Al lived in Ypsilanti, Michigan which was about a 1 ½ hours north of our home in Toledo. There were 5 couples enjoying the food, game, and reliving college days. Al's wife, Connie, was a super hostess and the party was going great. Unfortunately, Rick and Al drank way too much and it soon became clear I was going to do the driving home. At one-point Rick grabbed my hand and pulled me into a bedroom. He started to kiss me and pull my clothes off. I told him to stop but he kept going and started to rip my clothes off. As I struggled, I felt another strong arm grab me and started ripping my clothes. With in a few seconds I was totally naked and crying. I tried to call for help but Rick jammed what was left of my panties in my mouth. He then said, 'You will love this so enjoy. You are going to have a sandwich.' Rick's big cock was rammed into my vagina. At the same moment Al's big cock penetrated my anus. I had never had anal sex before and it hurt."
"Both men pumped their cocks into me for several minutes before the warm flow entered me from both directions. I was hurt, humiliated, and embarrassed."
As Rick left me crying naked on the bed he smiled, "I know you loved it. Get yourself together and join the party."
"The last thing I was going to do was rejoin the party. My clothes were shredded. Fortunately, my coat, along with all the other guests' coats was in the room. I found my shoes, put on my coat, grabbed my purse with the car keys and left. I don't believe anyone noticed I was gone nor did they care. I left the heap that once were my clothes on the floor and as a message of indignation and defiance."
At that point I said, "You must have been in shock after that trauma. That had to be a terrible experience."
The sadness in her voice affirmed my belief as she continued. "It was a long drive home. I had lost my dignity, respect for Rick, and wishing I was far away from this entire place. Fortunately, I wasn't stopped by the Michigan State Police who were out in force looking for drunk drivers. Finally reaching home I took a long, hot shower wanting to wash the entire night off me. Humiliated and disgraced all I would do was stand in the shower and cry. Finally, I got out, dried off, put on my jeans, sweatshirt and gym shoes. Packed two suitcases with my clothes; a box full of shoes, and my computer. That was it. I left the keys to Rick's Mercedes on the kitchen counter. Loading my stuff into my Ford Fusion and left, never to return to that place once called home. I spent that night at a Marriott Courtyard and cried some more. In the morning I drove to Grand Rapids."
