Was It The Wrong Number Ch 12

Author's Note:

This chapter will predominantly expand on Jill's past, particularly her early experiences and meeting Danny.

Why?

Because I've been writing it in my head all along, and I think some of you will enjoy reading it.

This one is probably best left to the real fans of the series.

If you're looking for a continuous sex fest, you probably should skip this one.

There's sex here but not at the level you're used to with this series.

There's also domestic violence in this story associated with Jill's Mom.

I found it was important to help explain Jill more fully.

As always, read, enjoy if you can, vote and comment.

July 6

th

, 1992 5:00 P.M.

Jill's Narration:

After I left Angie's house, I needed to pick up my prescription and do some grocery shopping. I didn't think I should go home too early as I knew what was probably going on at my house at that moment. I smiled hoping those two girls were using up all of Bradley's energy. As pleasurable as it had all been, I was physically exhausted. I told myself that I would to go to sleep early as I had to start back to work the next day.

As I drove, it gave me time to think. I still couldn't believe how much my life had changed in the last month. And now I was going to have dinner alone with Angie and Richard. Would I be comfortable? Would it all feel awkward? I'd respected Richard from the moment I met him. Despite being married to the most caring man I could have ever met, I was still wary of men in general. Richard had been an exception.

He was the most skilled surgeon I'd ever worked with, but despite all that skill he was an even better man. He treated all of nurses with respect and went out of his way to remind us how important we actually were. Most surgeons I worked with thought they were the only thing that mattered and were rude and disrespectful, or even worse thought that we were there to be propositioned.

But Richard was my sister's husband. My long-lost sister. Were things moving too fast? It seemed so casual to all of them including my Bradley to just make love with one another. Until a few weeks before, I'd had two lovers in my life. I felt so comfortable with Angie and Jackie. And Bradley. I was actually making love with my own son. I wasn't sure I was ready for more, but they had all been so welcoming to me. Why was it that the thought of making love with Richard different?

Part of me knew that it was because Richard was not Danny. Danny had been the only man I'd ever felt comfortable with in an intimate way, until I saw Bradley in the same way. In my mind there was a link between Danny and Bradley. There always would be. That made it different in my mind. Yet, Richard had been Angie and Jackie's lover for many years. He, too, was a kind, gentle man.

As I pulled into the grocery store, I thought back to earlier in the summer to the things I'd finally told Bradley, and about the things that I hadn't told him. Given the turn in our relationship, I knew that I should tell him the rest soon. It had taken me five years to tell Danny, and he'd been the kindest, most understanding person I'd ever known. Bradley deserved to know the truth...

May, 1967

Gloria Johnson was the only friend I'd had through high school. My mom and I were always destitute, and I never had the nicest clothes, so most of the other kids at school teased me. Gloria had gone out of her way to be my friend our freshman year. It became common for me to spend the whole weekend at her house with her parents and brothers. At first because I sought refuge from home, but eventually because of our strong friendship.

Gloria's family was wonderful, and everything mine had never been. Her dad, Lewis, did road construction and was a wonderful provider for his family. I was nervous being around older men, but Gloria's dad was kind and gentle, unlike my own father or the men that my mother seemed to attract. He'd been a paratrooper in World War II and he had several medals he'd earned during the war displayed on the wall behind his chair in the living room. I later learned he only put them there due to his family's insistence. I remembered many times Lewis loading us all up in the back of his company pickup truck and taking us to the Dairy Queen for ice cream on a Friday or Saturday night.

Gloria's mom, Agnes, was a nurse. They'd met during the war and fell in love after he'd wandered into the aid station she was at with an infected leg wound. Agnes worked at Parkland Hospital in Dallas and was working the trauma unit the day that President Kennedy was assassinated. Gloria had two older brothers, Jimmy and Gary, and they quickly took up for me at school just like they did for Gloria. They were both football players and by my sophomore year, the constant teasing I'd endured had stopped. Until I met Danny, Lewis, Jimmy and Gary were the only men I'd ever respected or cared for.

The week after we graduated high school, Gloria and I took off in her older brother Jimmy's Plymouth Roadrunner and headed south. Her brother had been home from Vietnam for about a month and I'd been shocked when he'd just handed us the keys to his brand-new car. We had no idea where we were headed, we just wanted to go somewhere. We made it to Austin and rented a room for a few days and started to explore around town. It was a new experience and I think we were swept away by it all.

The first night we laid in the queen-sized bed talking about what we'd seen that day. We were wearing our nightgowns and it was almost like a slumber party. As we talked about plans for the next day, Gloria reached over and hugged me. It felt really good because it wasn't something I'd ever got a lot of at home since my Mom had always been too busy trying to support us and fighting off the latest abusive man she'd met to provide me with that.

I hugged her back and Gloria kissed me lightly on the cheek. I was surprised but I still managed to smile because I hadn't ever felt tenderness like that. She looked at me closely and then she kissed me on the lips. I was suddenly very uneasy, but she smiled and stroked my hair, which helped me to relax. I was nervous because I hadn't kissed many boys and there I was with my best, and only, friend kissing me tenderly.

She kissed me again and I felt her tongue move against my lips. I didn't know what to do, but despite my shock, my curiosity got the best of me and I opened my mouth. Our tongues met and gently twirled against each other. It was a different experience than the times I'd kissed boys, when I felt like I was being mauled and the kisses were accompanied by impatient grasps at my breasts. Gloria kissed me slowly and softly, the way I thought it should be.

As we continued to kiss and embrace, I felt her hand on my thigh, just above my knee. She lightly stroked it and I smiled inwardly as I thought of how nice it felt, never mind if it was my best friend doing it. Her hand moved up the back of my thigh and I felt my skin get goosebumps as it moved upward. All the while, we continued to kiss and hold one another. Finally, we parted.

"Are you comfortable with this?" she asked.

"I don't really know. I mean it feels wonderful, but you're my best friend," I replied. "And a girl."

"I know that," she smiled. "I've just wanted to kiss you for so long."

"You have," I asked.

"Yes. I knew I had to on this trip," Gloria replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I joined the Army. I leave in a few weeks. I'm going to be a nurse," she said.

"Gloria, no. Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. I was on the verge of tears, thinking she could get sent to Vietnam.

"I didn't want to worry you," she said.

"I'm worried now," I said. Tears began streaming down my face.

"Hey, don't do that. It's going to be okay," she reassured me.

"What if you have to go over there?" I asked.

"I'll go," she said. "Jimmy came home without a scratch and he was on the front lines."

"Gloria, please. Don't do this," I said.

"I need to do it. It's the only way I'm ever going to have a career," she said. I reached for her and hugged her tightly. We'd known several guys from school and the neighborhood that had gone to Vietnam, and far too many of them came home in caskets. When Jimmy had been sent, it was almost like sending my own brother off to war. When he'd returned safe, it was such a tremendous relief. I couldn't bear the thought of Gloria going over there. Her lips found mine and we kissed again.

"Jilly, it's going to be okay, I promise," she said as our lips parted.

"I hope so," I said as I wiped my eyes.

"It will be," she said. "Come on. We should sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Yes, we do," I agreed. We turned off the lights and pulled down the bed. In the pale light coming through the window, I watched as Gloria pulled off her nightgown. She wasn't wearing panties underneath it. I was in awe of her figure as it was much shapelier than my own. I was Twiggy to her Raquel Welch. I didn't want to seem like a square, so I took my own nightgown off, but left my white cotton panties on. We slipped in the bed and snuggled next to one another. We talked for at least an hour and shared many more kisses. The more we kissed, the more the tingle in my womanhood increased. I'd never felt quite like that. Eventually, we stopped and fell asleep.

The next day we visited the campus of The University of Texas. It was amazing, and I wondered what it would be like to go to school there. Little did I know, my Danny was there studying at the time. That night we went out to listen to music at a bar. It was a lot of fun and we got back to the motel a little before 1. I felt like I was covered in cigarette smoke and told Gloria I was going to take a shower. I'd just started washing when she pulled back the shower curtain. She was naked and stepped in the shower with me.

"I thought I should probably wash up, too," she said.

"Okay," I smiled. She took the wash cloth and soap from me. I watched as she lathered her body. I looked up to her eyes and saw her watching me.

"Would you like to help," she asked. I was nervous again, much like I'd been the previous night. She held the wash cloth in her hand, offering it to me. I hesitantly took it from her and slowly began washing her arms and shoulders. I was afraid to go further, but she took my hand in hers and pulled it down from her shoulders to her breasts. I looked at her and she smiled shyly.

"It's okay, Jilly," she said before she leaned in and kissed me. I didn't hesitate as I had the night before and I kissed her with equal enthusiasm. My hands soaped and rubbed her generous breasts as we continued to kiss. Finally, I pulled back from her.

"Gloria, this is all so new to me," I said. "I've never been with a boy like this. Let alone a girl."

"Jilly, neither have I," she replied. "But I knew that I wanted to with you. We've always been good friends. I realized a few months ago that you were more than a friend to me."

"You did," I asked.

"Yes. Does it bother you," she asked.

"I never expected it, but I don't think it bothers me," I admitted. She smiled at me.

"Are you sure," she asked.

"Yes. We've always been so close. You were the sister I never had," I said.

"Come here," she said. We kissed again, and her hands softly rubbed my breasts. Despite everything that should have told me it was wrong, it felt so right. I was closer to her than anyone else in the world. I loved her as my friend. I gave in to what I was feeling. We finished showering and dried one another. We walked to the bed and brushed one another's hair like we had so many times before. This time though, we were naked, and the hair brushing was punctuated by repeated tender kisses. I felt like I'd never felt before. I felt like my skin was electrified and every time she touched me, it sent shivers through me.

When we finished brushing our hair, we laid on the bed next to one another. We continued kissing and touching one another. I loved her breasts and could not keep myself from softly rubbing them. I felt her hand move down my side and across my abdomen. It moved further down and I felt her fingers move through my pubic hair. I was suddenly nervous again, as I'd never been touched there other than by my own hand. She kissed me, and her fingers explored the wetness that I could feel there. Gloria seemed to know exactly what to do and her touch drove me wild. Her finger lightly teased my special spot and as I became more excited, she increased the pressure. It was far more intense than anytime I'd touched myself because in addition to her touching me, she continued to kiss me passionately. I was enjoying every second of what she was doing, and I found myself rapidly losing control of myself.

"Oh, Gloria," I managed to say. "It feels so good."

"Good. I want to make you feel good, Jilly," she replied. Her lips reconnected with mine and her hand worked my 18-year-old sex ever more firmly. I was putty in her hands and I felt it begin to happen.

"Oh, Gloria. I'm going to..," I gasped.

"Do it Jilly. I want to give you that," she said.

"Uggghhhh," I moaned and my orgasm overtook me. I laid there panting as she kissed my cheeks and lips gently. I'd never felt anything that intense in my life. After I calmed down I pulled her to me and we shared the most passionate kisses we'd yet exchanged.

"God, Gloria. That was amazing," I panted.

"I'm glad. That was really special for me," she smiled.

"I want to make you feel the same way," I said.

"You don't have to," she replied.

"I want to," I insisted. I kissed her again and my hand moved down from her breasts. I was soon running my fingers through her thick, dark hair. Her own wetness was apparent, and the tips of my fingers were soon covered with it. I continued down, and she gasped as my finger grazed her sensitive spot, I focused on it, but she was much more sensitive than I was. She writhed on the bed and said it was too much. I moved away slightly and rubbed her more indirectly. That got to her and she grabbed my head kissing me forcefully. I continued to rub her, and her moaning became more intense.

"Oh, that's it, Jilly," she said. "Oh, yes. Oh!!!"

Her hips arched off the bed and I knew I'd done the same for her as she done for me. We laid there for a long while kissing and holding one another. It all seemed like a dream, but I was constantly reminded it wasn't as she continued to kiss me and caress my body.

The following day we did more sightseeing, but I think we were both eager to experience more of what we had the previous night. After grabbing a burger, we went back to the motel we were staying at. It wasn't long before we were both undressed and lying on the bed in one another's arms. We kissed and our hands roamed each other's bodies. Her hand was soon between my legs and her fingers moved through my wetness.

"Oh, Gloria," I moaned. "It feels so good when you touch me."

"Good," she replied. "I love doing it."

"Would you mind if I kiss you down there," Gloria asked. I was suddenly nervous again. Kiss me down there? My memory was suddenly directed back to prom night, when my date, Billy, had tried to force my face in his lap. We had been making out in his dad's car and I'd been rubbing him when he suggested I suck him. I didn't want to and then he tried to force me.

"Gloria, I don't know. I mean...," I started.

"Let me just try Jilly," she said. "If you don't like it, I'll stop."

"Okay," I replied nervously. She slowly kissed her way down my body as I rolled on my back. She placed her hands on my knees indicating that I should spread my legs. When I did, she smiled and kissed her way up my thighs. When she reached the top, she kissed me lightly a few times before I felt her tongue move between the lips of my womanhood. It was a new sensation and it felt amazing. As her tongue moved up, the sensation continued to grow until I was moaning.

"Oh, Gloria," I said. "That's really great."

"Mmmm," she moaned and continued to lick and explore me. I found my hands moving to her head as she continued. My fingers ran through her long, straight dark hair. She never paused and softly licked my most intimate spot until I was panting. Her tongue found my clit and I pushed my hips up to meet her mouth. I held her head tightly as she circled my clit with her tongue. In seemingly an instant, I was on the verge of orgasm.

"Gloria, oh, it feels so good. I'm going to...," I panted. The wave of pleasure crashed over me and I collapsed back against the bed. Gloria continued licking me and I finally had to push her away as the feeling was far too intense.

"Please, it's, it's too much. That was so good," I gasped. Gloria moved up to kiss me and I could taste myself on her lips. We kissed for what seemed hours before we finally parted.

"That was so good. Why did you want to that?" I asked.

"Because I knew you would enjoy it," Gloria replied.

"I did," I smiled at her. We resumed kissing and I knew that I really wanted to do the same to her. I started kissing my way down her body, stopping to kiss her beautiful breasts. They were so round and full and I loved touching them. As I continued down, Gloria looked at me nervously.

"Jilly, you don't have to," she said softly as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"I really want to though. You made me feel so good," I replied.

"Okay, but only if you really want to," she purred. I knew that I wanted that more than anything at that moment. I continued down and soon found my face just inches from her sex. Her fragrance was intoxicating. I moved my face towards her, and my lips made contact with her. Her thick dark hair was matted with her excitement and I extended my tongue to taste her for the very first time. She moaned softly as my tongue began to explore her. I moved my tongue slowly and deliberately much like she had. My tongue parted her lips and I was treated with more of her honey as it flowed from her. I gradually worked my way up to her clit. I made brief contact with it and she gasped.

"Remember, I'm really sensitive," she cooed.

"I'll be more careful," I smiled. Gloria continued to stroke my hair as I resumed licking her. I moved my tongue ever so slowly around the edges of her most tender spot, trying to tease her and not overwhelm her. I marveled at how rapidly things had changed between us in just those few days. We'd been such close friends and suddenly we'd become lovers.

I continued to lick her softly and she writhed on the bed. Her fingers flowed through my hair and she softly moaned my name. I'd never felt as close to anyone as I did at that amount. It was like we were together as one. Her moans increased in intensity and I moved my tongue closer to her sensitive spot. She gasped and pressed her sex against my face.

"Oh, god, Jilly. It feels so good, I, uh....," she groaned. Her hand held my head against her as she thrashed back and forth. Soon she tensed and then seemed to wilt back on the bed. She lay there panting for a moment before I moved to lay down beside her. We kissed softly and smiled at one another. It had been an amazing few days...

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The next few weeks were the happiest I'd ever experienced. Gloria and I did a lot of sneaking around, and that only added to the exhilaration. We ignored the fact that she was going to be leaving and lived each day like it was going to be our last. The day she left was the hardest day of my life until the day Danny died. I think I cried for 2 days. All I could think of was Gloria and how she was gone. The following week, I received a letter from her. I expected it to be full of tender references to what we'd shared but instead it was just her explaining what her training camp was like. I wrote several letters back to her that I eventually tore up because they seemed overly tender compared to what she'd written. Finally, I wrote a simple letter with no references to what we'd shared. It was like it had never happened.