Seven Sisters

Seven Sisters II

This story doesn't stand alone. Please read part 1 first, otherwise it makes no sense. The muse dictated the ending in part 1 but the human in the author wasn't happy, hence this part. The first section could be considered an alternate ending but that's only part of this. As usual, all participants are 18+. Be forewarned: There aren't any guarantees in love or life. Good things sometimes happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people.

I get only about two miles down the road when a car comes speeding up behind me, lights flashing, and horn blowing. I first thought it was an unmarked police car, then recognized Stacy. I pull over on the shoulder and even before I get unbelted, she's out of her car and running up to me.

"No, god damn it, you're not leaving me again! I went through five years of utter hell after you left. I'm not doing that again. Neither are you. You fucking listen, now. I know I really fucked up. I know it as well as you do...It's not going to end like this. We're going to have a deep discussion that's going to hurt like hell but we're going to have it..."

Just then a state trooper pulls in behind her car, blue lights flashing. He comes cautiously up to us. "Is there a problem here?"

"My brother and I are having a difference of opinion. I stopped him from evading our conversation... Sorry about us pulling over here...We probably should find some place close by?"

I can see he's a bit suspicious. Stacy's eyes are all puffed up from crying and her face is red and she's breathing hard.

"He's not threatening you, is he?"

"No. No I'm fine."

Still not completely convinced. "Just to be sure, could you both show me your driver's licenses?"

We comply. He looks at the names and concludes we're here for the funeral. Somewhat mollified he says to please find a more appropriate place than the shoulder. "Try the Burger King just up the road."

Stacy turns to me and says "Will you meet me at the Burger King? You won't run off?

"I won't run off."

The trooper follows us and pulls into the Burger King for coffee. I can tell he's still watching us.

We sit down at one of the outside tables with cups of coffee. Stacy starts, tears running freely "I really fucked up by ignoring what you told me before I saw Dr. Susan. You said to not lie to yourself. That's exactly what I did. Made it much worse by lying to you, to Gloria and Dr. Susan. Maybe the whole fucking world!"

"Instead of all the deception and lies, why didn't you just move out?"

"Gloria was right. I wanted to have my cake and eat it, too. I wanted you there to fall back on if everything else failed. I lied to myself that I didn't really love you. I lied to myself that I could find happiness in some Mr. Right's arms. I lied to myself by believing Dr. Susan that I shouldn't love my brother. I lied to myself that giving my word of honor could be evaded if you didn't find out.

Then I lied to you again and again. I had sex on some of the first dates, and on the second, then lied to both you and Gloria. You guessed right that I wanted to use her apartment for longer sex sessions. How I hate myself for these deceptions. If only I could take it back and start over...These five years will haunt me forever."

She paused to catch her breath. I can only remain silent, waiting to see where this goes. Not that I don't want to say "Fuck it" and just grab her...

"So, we both admit that we love each other. Right?"

I nod.

"Your problem is that since I broke my word of honor, I can no longer be trusted or believed."

I corrected "It's OUR problem, not just mine. How can I trust you? How can you trust yourself? Not to lie to yourself? Not to lie to me?"

"Please, let me try to explain..."

"Stacy, please. I really, really want you to come up with a solution. I love you more than I can ever say. I don't have a solution but I hope with all my heart that you can come up with one."

"I love you, too, Ray.

When we returned to school after Christmas, I changed from a lesbian to a shitty straight. I became even shittier. I became a shitty wife. Then I changed into what I am now. Completely straight, virtually asexual. I haven't seriously gone out with a guy since my divorce.

Ray, do you see that I've changed, haven't I?"

"Yeah, I admit that, if you are telling the truth."

"The Stacy that lied to you, that broke her word of honor isn't the same Stacy sitting here with you. This Stacy loves you, and only you. No other man or woman. You. I'm not the vapid, stupid Stacy I was five years ago. The girl that thought only about herself. Can't you see that?"

I hesitate a bit. "You're very different. I don't sense any deception, only...Where does that get us?"

"Would you fall in love and trust a woman that says she loves you and wants to spend the rest of her life with you if you had only just met her?"

"Not likely. I'd have to get to know her well."

"Can you imagine me as that woman you just recently met?"

I have to think about that. What it means. "How can I unknow you? What you're proposing is starting from scratch, like I had just met you and not known you all my life? If I accept your brilliant argument how am I going to get to know this "new woman"?"

"Date her. Take her out. Enjoy being with her. Live with her. Make love to her."

"We live 3000 miles apart. Long range romances are a very poor bet."

"Stay another night. Then we'll figure out how to move me."

"Move you?"

"Into your house, of course. What did you think I meant?"

"Shit! You'll give up your job and move in with me with no guarantee that anything would ever come of it?"

"Yes. Absolutely, no hesitation. I just want one more night with you. That's my price. Tomorrow, while you're on the plane, I'll drive home, turn in my resignation and void my lease. I'll rent a U-Haul and will on my way by the end of the week. That commitment enough?"

I feel my heart in my throat. It's filled with a love I never thought could happen. Can this work? She HAS changed. I can feel it in her every word. The old Stacy would never have made this commitment, this suggestion. God, yes. Is this really happening?

I change my flights to tomorrow and we go back to the motel. Even get my old room back.

At first, we only sit there trying to absorb what's happening. I say "I need to process what we just did. Love conquers deceit?" That sounds so stupid but I'm at a loss of what else to say.

"There's no deceit now, my love. Not to you and not to me. I really regret that it took five years to understand and for us to start again. I'm so sorry about the pain I caused you because I wasn't the honest person I should have been and broke a trust that was just as important as a wedding vow. That hurts more than I can ever...

If you can forgive me - even if you can't - I'll never do that to you again."

This is the inflection point. Do I doubt what she offers and we go our separate ways - everything lost forever - or do I accept her love? I'm too much in love with her that I have to put all my hope on the line. "Don't care about forgiveness. That was the old Stacy. The new Stacy has nothing to be forgiven for."

That causes her to look at me with an expression I've never seen before. It looks like the world fell off her shoulders. "Oh, Ray. Ray. My love. I'm afraid I'll never live up to your standards but I'll try."

She kisses me. All the kisses we have shared seemed to only be a promise to what this one is. "Holy shit, Stacy!" is all I can manage when we come up for air.

"Last night, when we had made love, there was something missing: The pall of mistrust covered me, kept me from being whole. It's gone. I thought then that I was so much in love with you. Now I know what love really is."

She's crying uncontrollably. "Ray, how was I so stupid? I love you heart, body and soul."

We return to a better use of our lips and tongues. Soon, there's nothing between us except a thin layer of sweat. There's no time for anything except for our joining. Going into her is like sliding into a furnace.

She throws her arms around my neck as I bottom out. She kisses me so hard that we bruise our lips. Not that we notice.

She eases up a little. "Ray, would you be upset if I want you to just hammer me? Don't make love to me. Fuck me."

"No, I'm never going to fuck you, never, not in a hundred years! I'm going to make love to you. That doesn't set any limits. Hard, you'll get."

I slam into her so hard the bed shakes, making me think it's one of the vibrating beds. Again. Again. When I think I've reached the limit, she thrusts her hips up. That does it for both of us. We explode - seems like the right word - together.

"Oh, Ray, it feels like you poured your soul into me!"

"I don't know if there's such a thing as a soul but I gave you a lot more than just a pussy-full of cum."

"This is our marriage, Ray.

Till death do us part."

"Till death do us part." I echo.

We're so exhausted, emotionally and physically, that we fall asleep. I awaken sometime in the middle of the night to her stroking my cock. The coupling was more sedate, each just learning what the other wanted. I'm not trying to reach climax. I'm trying to make her reach climax. She's trying to make me climax. We found out so much about each other in 30 minutes.

She asks "When can I get off the pill?"

"I'd like nothing better that telling you "Right now" but we should wait till I have tenure. If I bust my ass with good research and teaching, then two years. At most, five."

"You'll bust you ass."

"It'll mean a lot of hours away from you."

"We just spent five years without each other at all. You'll be home almost every night. What's the problem?"

We had to part again in the morning. Yesterday, it took all of my resolve to not look in the rear view mirror. Today, it takes all of my resolve to just look at the road ahead.

We text when I'm in the airport, when I get on the plane, and when I get off the plane. I call when I'm in the airport changing planes. When I finally get home, my home phone voicemail box is almost full with her messages.

Wait, I'm not 18, I'm 28. Can I really be carrying on like this? Fuck, yeah!

I grab the phone next time it rings. "Stacy!"

"Of course. Or you expecting one of our sisters?"

"Ha. Ha. Not a chance."

"I'm already packing. Somehow, I just feel like I don't want to bother. Just jump into the car and drive."

"I'd like nothing better but we need to get ready for a lifetime together. Do what we need to do without leaving any burning bridges behind us."

The night is lonely. My bed feels different tonight.

The next day I ask one of my colleagues if he could cover my classes for the rest of the week. He agrees. We'll swap later.

I call Stacy. "I'll be there tonight to help you pack and drive here. That work?"

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes. God, what a great surprise!"

"Bye for now. Have to make reservations. Love you and miss you so much."

"Love you, too."

Cost me a bundle to fly out in the afternoon. Only empty seats were in first class. Just bit my tongue and accepted them. Not the usual for a young assistant professor.

Stacy was waiting for me when I exited security. No luggage. I didn't figure to need too many clothes.

She was so excited to see me. You'd think we've have been apart for months instead of one day.

As soon as we closed the door of her apartment, our clothes went flying. "Oh, Stacy, can this be real? Am I really here, holding you?"

Her answer is a kiss that erases all doubt.

We get no packing done that night. Well, at least no possessions packing.

She's already resigned, causing some hard feeling about the quickness of it. She contacts the utility company for final meter readings. Since her lease is month to month, she just on the hook for two-weeks rent. We rent a trailer and start loading.

It's pack and load. We get organized. One of her fellow teachers stops by to help, so it goes quickly. We finish up in the evening. We'll leave in the morning, probably taking us 4-5 days of driving.

I sit on the remaining chair with her on my lap. "One final thing: I need to call Gloria and tell her I'm moving in with you."

"I'm not sure how much to trust Gloria."

"I do, completely. So, you'll have to trust me."

"All right."

"You know that Gloria was serious about leaving with you?"

"Yes, I got that message. Gloria is fun. She beautiful. I didn't love her then and never would, so we parted on reasonable terms."

"She's embarrassed, as much as Gloria ever can be embarrassed, by her lying to you."

She get on the phone and put us on the speaker. "Hi, Gloria. How's things?"

"Fine. Sorry about your dad."

"Not too sad, though."

"When you coming to see me?"

"Here's the thing. It may be a long time before I can make it there."

"Huh? What?"

"At the funeral, I met up with Ray."

"OooKkkk?" somewhat drawn out as a question.

"I finally admitted that I love him and we reached an understanding about my deceptions."

Silence on the line.

"I'm moving and am going to live with him. If fact, he's here now.

"Hello, Gloria. Been a while since I've talked with you."

"Ray! Holy shit, Stacy. Holy shit. Hold on a second. Need to find my jaw. It's someplace on the floor."

"Ha. Take all the time you need."

"God, Stacy, I'm so happy for you. You've been hurting for so long. Going to miss us getting together, though."

"Gloria, we're just on the other coast. Pretty sure planes fly east out of SeaTac."

"Guess they do and I'd like to get together with you, Ray. We have some unfinished business."

"Sorry, Gloria, there's only Stacy."

"Got room in my bed for both of you."

"We appreciate the offer but, Gloria, I'm not that way anymore."

"Yeah, I know but had to try. Even if you don't want to share my bed, I hope you'll share my heart."

"Goes without saying. Right, Ray?"

"Absolutely."

"We're leaving in the morning. U-Haul and all. It'll take us a few days to get there. We'll keep you up on when and where we are."

"So, you guys are going to fuck your way across the whole US, aren't you?"

"Damn straight! Do you think I could sit next to this hunk all day in the car and not climb all over him every night?

In fact, I'm starting now. Talk to you later, Gloria."

Laughter sounds as long as it takes to hang up.

Gloria's right. We do fuck and suck in as many places as we can. I admit that we even stop a couple of times in out of the way areas and exchange bodily fluids. Once, I have her bent over the hood of the car while I first lick her and then spend a glorious 15 minutes inside of her. Recon the prairie dogs got a show that evening.

We finally arrive at her new home. My new home. Our new home. The condo's not the same because she's here now.

It's a struggle. Not because of her. Our relationship. We have to dance around it. We quickly find out that saying as little as possible is the best. Some of our friends know what's going on. Some don't. Some become ex-friends. We solve most of the governmental thing, like income tax, by filing single. She changed her name when she got married, so it helps. Costs us a little. The university health insurance allows domestic partners, so she gets coverage.

Stacy starts as a substitute teacher but quickly becomes full time. The kids love her almost as much as I do.

I work my ass off. I get lucky and one of my experiments really pays off. It results in several invited talks and a significant patent. Of course, the university get the lion's share of the profits from its licensing but it's more than enough for us. I also get a couple of job offers. The department counters with a proposal for promoting me to associate professor with tenure and a big raise, all within three years.

I accept and Stacy immediately goes off the pill.

Sex seems so much more satisfying since it's possible that each load could be the ONE.

Sure enough, it takes only two months before her pee turns the stick into a blue plus.

We put a down payment on a three-bedroom house and move during spring break.

Gloria comes to visit. As she always did, her chest leads the way. She jumps into my arms and literally tackles Stacy.

Wow, she as much fun as she always was. Stacy doesn't drink, so Gloria and I have to drink her share. We enjoy her visit and hope she comes again, especially the time when Stacy gives birth to the little girl we know she's carrying. Nothing happens between Gloria and me, by everyone's unspoken agreement.

When Stacy's about four months pregnant, she gets a call from our sister, Betty. While I'm

persona non grata

with the family, Stacy's in kind of a limbo. She's not disinherited like me but she's still an outcast. She gets communications from one or two of them at Christmas and her birthday but that's all.

"Stacy, this is your sister, Betty."

"Betty! This is a surprise. What can I do for you?"

"Can you contact Ray? He dropped his land line and I don't have his cell number. I know you moved to the same general area and likely have contact with him."

"Why do you want to contact Ray? I'm pretty sure he's not interested in talking to you."

"I know. That's part of the reason I want to talk with him."

"I don't understand. You want to talk with him because he doesn't want to talk with you?"

"That's sort of it."

"Sorry, Betty, but I can't give you his number without a much better reason. The best I can do is to tell him you called and the number; however, I can absolutely guarantee that he won't call you."

Betty pauses for a few seconds. "All right, I'll try to explain. Please don't tell mom or any of our other sisters what I tell you."

"Well, since I never talk with any of them, that's an easy promise to make."

"Stacy, I know you're no longer a lesbian. True?"

"Yes."

"Are you bi?"

Stacy's getting irritated (I'm across the room watching her. I can only hear Stacy's part.) "What does my sexual orientation have to do with your issues?"

"Well?"

"No. And good bye." She hangs up.

"What the fuck was that all about?"

"Shit, Ray, I don't have a fucking clue except she wants to contact you."

"Got no interest in talking to her."

Her phone rings again. Betty. Stacy lets it go to voice mail. When she's left a message, we listen to it. "Stacy, I apologize for badgering you. I really need to know but I did a shit job of asking. Please give me a call. I'm sorry."

"Feel like seeing what's going on? Call her back. Put her on speaker?"

Stacy calls her back. "OK, Betty why do you want to talk with Ray?"

"This is hard. I'm no longer enjoying being a lesbian. You started out the same way. When you and Ray were home for that Christmas, you said you were having mixed feelings about being gay. You went back to school and somehow became straight. I know Ray had something to do with that. I want to ask some questions."

"Err, why do you want to ask Ray and not me? After all, I have the most direct answers."

"I guess I just think that Ray did something to you and you changed. Didn't think you'd be objective."

"Ray was part of it, all right, but the change was within me. A change I wanted, I initiated. Ray made sure the change stuck."

"Maybe I understand. Maybe not but I'd still like to talk with Ray."

"Betty, do you want to change? Is this what you really want? Not just some vague hunting expedition?"

"Stacy, if I really knew I wouldn't be asking so many questions. But, yes, deep down inside I do want out of the life I've been stuck in for so long."

"OK, will you give me your word that this is what you think you want? You don't have to be absolutely certain but no deception."

"Word of honor. No deception. I truly want to find out if I can change."

"I'll take you at your word that you really do want to change. My feeling is that you either need professional help or professional help plus Ray and I.