The Right Woman?
Chapter 1: How it all began.
Copyright© 2007 by DG Hear
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1: How it all began. - Was she what I wanted in a wife? She seemed to have it all. This story could fit into a number of different catagories. I didn't mark them all, wanting to hold back a few surprises
I hardly know where to begin. My life's a mess and I might have lost the only woman I have ever loved. My name's Jerrod and I'm a thirty-four year old man whose mind is in a turmoil. I come from a wealthy family and I am a manager in my dad's manufacturing business.
Life for me has almost always been rather easy and good. I didn't have to fight to get the things I wanted. Money made a lot of things come easier to me. I was a smart student in school and even got a scholarship to our state college. Life was good. I dated a lot in school and had a lot of girlfriends. My dating continued right on through college and into my professional life.
I guess I was fairly liberal when it came to sex. I was kind of a party animal and never took it seriously. I've done a lot of the sexual things you read about in stories. Not the really kinky stuff like golden showers, or like to be beaten; stuff like that wasn't my game.
Regular sex, threesomes, group sex, it was all good. I could never get into loving only one woman. There was just too much sex out there to be monogamous. I didn't use my girlfriends. Every woman I dated knew where I stood on the sexual issues. Granted a lot of women thought they could change me after dating me a while, but it didn't happen. I wouldn't let it, not after the one time.
I should mention that I did fall for one woman while in college. We even lived together for about two months. I thought I loved her and she loved me but it was all anticipation about the type girl I always wanted. Jenny O'Brien was her name. On the tall side, carried herself well and she was built like the proverbial brick shit house.
Fiery red hair and soft white skin that had little freckles on it. I remember the most erotic part of her body - and I would now say a lot of women's bodies - was the lower region of her anatomy below her belly button and down to just above her fiery red mound. I remember the first time kissing her there. The light touch of my lips to the little fuzz like hairs below her navel.
I could feel her intake of breath when my lips touched that sensitive area. I loved to gently rub my lips and tongue over that most erotic area. The more I kissed her there, the more she would moan. Man, I could get hard just kissing my way down her body from her navel to her mound.
One day I found her taking money out of my wallet and she admitted to charging things on my credit cards. It's when I found out she was there for the money, not for me. I guess I let my guard down too far.
She promised to pay me back but I never expected to see it. It was a couple of thousand dollars but I didn't want to prosecute her. I figured I'd write it up to my learning experience.
I did see her at a few parties and that beautiful red bush I'll probably always remember. I don't think I ever had sex with her after that but I'm not sure. She said we did but I was always too drunk to remember.
I decided marriage wasn't for me and I would play the field and not get serious after that short episode of my life. I learned my lesson to watch and see if women wanted me for myself, or if the money was more important. I should have realized it when my dad warned me when I was younger that once women found out I was financially secure it might be the reason they dated me.
I remember saying, "Gee! Thanks, Dad, I'm sure not all girls want guys just for money."
He said, "Jerrod, just be careful. Enjoy life, have fun but remember some women are more interested in your finances than your looks and personality."
After Jenny, I heeded that warning.
I had a few girls - or should I say, lady friends - that liked swap parties. I've swapped partners quite a few times. What was odd in most cases is that it was with married couples. It was something I found exhilarating. I just took a woman friend with me to a friend's house and swapped for the man's wife. I could never understand how a man could do that, swap his wife. I guess that's why I never got interested in just one woman. Giving my wife to another man would be out of the question. Like that one song says, "What's Love Got To Do With It?"
Everything, in my book. We all have a moral calendar; some of us are more lax than others. My calendar seemed to drop if I could have another man's wife or sex with someone new. I guess that's why I was always afraid of commitment.
I know you, the reader, are probably saying that I'm some kind of pervert or some other kind of idiot, but I'm just trying to be honest with you. I like sex with other guys' wives. It's probably some kind of ego trip. I just don't understand any man, other than in a fantasy, willing to give up his wife. I guess that's why I found it so fascinating.
Most of this swapping went on during my college years. There were quite a few couples in our group that hung together. We all partied heavily with a lot of drinking and a little weed. Some of my buddies were into cocaine but I never got into it. I got my kicks from having sex with as many women as I could.
A lot of these couples started out as friends but after they got married a few of them still swapped. I guess since this is an erotic web site I should explain at least one of the swap parties.
About eight of us couples would get together and put on some music. We would all be sitting around smoking some weed and drinking. A few hard liners would do a few lines. My friend Tony, one of the black guys, was on a sports scholarship. He was almost a shoo-in for the pros except for his grades. He came up to me and asked me if I could help him out. If he received a failing grade, he would lose his scholarship and of course he could say goodbye to the pros.
As I mentioned earlier, I was a wiz when it came to learning. I never had to study, so when Tony asked me for help, I agreed to help him. He offered to pay me but I told him I really didn't have financial issues and would help him because he was my friend.
Tony was able to get all his grades up to a B- average and kept his scholarships and eventually made it to the pros. His girlfriend was a model. She was definitely calendar material. She was of mixed blood but that's unimportant except to say green eyes on a caramel colored woman made for one beautiful lady. She and Tony were dating and he brought her to our party.
God, she was beautiful. Tony was getting a little high on weed and was watching me watching his woman, Chanel.
"What do you think, Bro? One pretty lady, isn't she?" asked Tony.
"I'm sorry for staring, Tony. She is gorgeous; she should be a Chanel number ten. You are one lucky black bastard. What I wouldn't give to have sex with a woman like that." I could jest with Tony like this, because we were really close friends. Before he started dating Chanel, we shared a few ladies.
Chanel really cared for him. I also figured she knew he would become a pro and between the money and the limelight she would have the right pull to be noticed in a modeling field of beautiful women.
Tony kept looking at me. "Jerrod, I owe you for all the help you've given me. You've been a good friend and helped me make it to the NFL draft. I know you've always had eyes on Chanel but never hit on her because of our friendship. She's the only woman I've never shared, but for you I'm going to make an exception. Bring that big tit white gal you brought to the party and let's go up to our room."
What did I just hear? I couldn't believe Tony was going to do this. Chanel is just one of those gals that you always say, "I'd like to fuck her one time, just one time." I actually wondered if Chanel would go along with Tony. I guess I would just have to wait and see.
Tony called Chanel over and whispered in her ear. She looked over at me and I couldn't make out the look she was giving me. I took Marty, my lady friend for the evening, and we followed Tony and Chanel up to a room. Tony had a mini-bar in his room and we all poured a drink while Tony started undressing Chanel. That girl had a nearly perfect body. She was down to her panties when Tony asked her to lie on the bed. She was staring at me and Marty; other than looking as sensual as hell, she just stared at us.
Marty and I were getting a little hot and I had her skirt up squeezing her mound through her panties. Tony came up to Marty and started to unbutton her blouse. I could see Marty smiling at Tony.
"Bro, I think Chanel is waiting for you. I wouldn't make her wait too long," advised Tony.
I went over to the bed and sat next to Chanel. "I hear you want to fuck me, Jerrod. Is that right?"
"I've always wanted to fuck you and so much more. Are you okay with this? I mean you and me, Tony and Marty?"
"Tony said he owes you for all you did for him. He said this is the only payment you would accept. If you did it for Tony, you also did it for me. We're getting married in about six months, so you better get your payment while you can. As far as Marty goes, she's a nice person but I think she just likes sex and wants to be fucked by a future star. As for Tony, he likes big boobs and she has plenty to suck on."
I pulled off her thin panties and slipped between her legs. She had this remarkable caramel colored skin that looked like a permanent tan. When I spread her pussy lips the pink gave the perfect color balance. I started sucking all over her pink pussy. It was moist and so soft to the touch. I even nibbled on her labia making her squirm. I started stroking her with two fingers and, as she rode my fingers, I slid a third into her.
I glanced over and Marty was sucking Tony's black dick. He smiled at me and said he was going to titty fuck her next. I got back to business and put my cock at the pussy opening of my brown bombshell. I pushed just the head in and watched her squirm, then pulled it back out.
"No teasing me, Jerrod. Just take your cock and push it in."
I teased her two more times when she finally yelled out, "Jerrod, stick your damn cock in me and fuck me!" She caught herself and we both started laughing.
We looked over at Tony and Marty to see their reaction. It was one of surprise but Tony was busy with his cock between Marty's breasts. I knew what he was doing felt good since I've done it with her a few times. I doubt if he was happy hearing Chanel asking me to fuck her; he liked to be in control. Chanel told me later that he mentioned it but let it drop since we were laughing about it.
I finally pushed forward and let my cock go balls deep into Chanel. A nice, hot, wet, fuck would be the best way to explain it. When I started to come, her gyrating stopped. I could feel the pulsating of her pussy squeezing the cum out of my cock. Damn, did she ever have control of her pussy! I knew she came hard by the gripping of her pussy around my cock but she didn't want to scream out.
She later told me when we were back downstairs dancing that it was the hardest she ever came but didn't want Tony to know it. She stifled it as best she could. I have to say she was one great sex partner. One of those that you don't forget. As for Marty, she screamed out to high heaven when Tony shot his load into her. I know it made him feel like a stud. I never told him that Marty always lets herself go like that.
That was what most of the parties were like while I was in college. You always hear about groups of students going to college to have sex and for a lot of women to find husbands. It was what our group was like. We were part of that twenty percent of all college students.
Most of my college friends found wives. There were a lot to choose from. I guess I just didn't want a woman that I shared with my friends. Was I wrong? I know everyone has an opinion about it. My friends told me I lived in the dark ages. I guess once you find a gal you like and she is great in the sack it's hard to say goodbye to her. There was a lot of compatibility between my male friends and their wives.
It was just the way I felt about marriage. I didn't want to know that my wife slept around, especially with my friends. I know it makes me a male chauvinist, but how do I change my mind set? I guess that's why I'm thirty-four and unmarried.
Now at this stage of my life I have put sex in another category. Since I've done it all, in a sexual sense, I've grown up. Sex is no longer my number one priority. I still have sex but I'm looking for the right woman. Most of the women I've dated in the past wouldn't be on that list, because of the sharing, swapping, and so on. It's not really a double standard; at least I don't think so. I just don't want to marry a woman whom I shared with other men that I knew.
I know one of my friends' wives told me one time. "What? And you call that not a double standard? What you do call it then? Your can fuck everything in sight but you want a pure and nice girl who never or seldom fucked1⁄4... talk about bullshit!"
She was probably right but it would just be too uncomfortable. I would have to wonder what she was thinking every time she saw one of my friends that she had sex with. I guess I'm insecure but I'm not afraid to admit it.
I know every time I see a woman I have been intimate with those thoughts were in my mind. I had to figure that women thought the same. I wanted to be first in my woman's eyes.
I do have to understand that any woman I met now would have had sex during her life, unless it was some teenager and that wasn't going to happen. I was respected in my position and someday would probably inherit the business. I worked hard and still dated. I finally grew up enough to know that the swap parties and threesomes weren't for me anymore. It was great while I was growing up but hopefully I was beyond that now. I did have problems with a few of my friends' wives wanting to have sex with me behind their husbands' backs.
Since graduating from college most of my friends who married their college sweethearts and shared them with me and other men are divorced now. I want you to know that I didn't boff my friends' wives behind their backs. A piece of ass wasn't as important as friendship to me and I let my friends' wives know this. Even my red headed Jenny called me one day. She wanted to have dinner with me since her husband was away on business. I have to admit, picturing that red fuzz on her lower belly was hard to resist but I did it.
She married a friend of mine named Larry. He was from money too and went to a different college. Somehow or another he and Jenny hooked up and eventually got married. I didn't go to the wedding.
I realize it takes so much more than sex to have a happy marriage. My mom and dad are after me all the time about finding a wife. They've met many of my dates and always ask if she's the one. There were a couple that came close but never materialized for whatever reason.
I guess I had resigned myself to the life of an eligible bachelor. Life was still good but the right partner would have been nice.
I had to go up to Michigan for a month and help one of our new plants get started. Dad always liked for me to see to new plant openings. We had four distribution centers by then. As I said, the money and life were good.
When I returned, my dad told me that he had hired in a firm to completely update the computer system. He put out a bid a few months earlier and he said he found one that he thought he could trust. We have our own computer people who are good at what they do, but dad wanted an outsider to oversee the program to keep our employees honest.
As I walked down the hall to my office, I noticed a beautiful woman sitting in the reception area. I had no idea who she was but she was one gorgeous looking woman. I was going to go over to speak to her but I had my hands full and needed to drop this stuff off in my office first. I quickly went through a few of my messages and decided to go introduce myself to the woman. When I went back out to the reception area she was gone. Damn it! It would have at least been nice to meet her.
I thought about asking the receptionist about her but that wouldn't have looked right, so I said hi to Janet and told her good morning. She was as nice a woman as you could want to meet. Smart, funny, articulate, if she wasn't fifty-four years old, I would have married her. She was a great cook and always brought us stuff to snack on. She was also married to Henry for over thirty years. She was the kind of woman I was looking for and often told her so. Of course it always made her smile.
I walked back to my dad's office when I heard him talking. His door was open and he saw me and invited me in.
"Jerrod, this is A.J. Styles. She's the one who's in charge of doing our computer updating."
"A.J., this is my son and second in command here at Brice Manufacturing. If you have any questions and I'm not here, just locate Jerrod; he's always here."
I couldn't believe it was the woman in the lobby. She looked even better, up close and personal. There was just something special about her. I didn't know anything at all about this woman but, man, did I ever want to know everything about her.
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Brice. Your father has told me so much about you."
"What? About me? Dad, I hope you only told her the good stuff," I laughed. "It's really nice to meet you and I hope we will be working close together. Wait, that didn't sound right. I'm happy to know you will be working with us. What's the name of your company?" I asked.
"The name of my firm is AJ Computer Updating. We have updated a number of manufacturing facilities. I've given your father a list of our satisfied customers. If you need to know anything about my company, just let me know. We aim to please. It's corny but it's kind of our motto." She smiled with the most beautiful smile.
I knew then and there I needed to know more about this woman. "A.J., are you free for dinner tonight?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Brice, but I don't date my superiors or clients. It's not a steadfast rule but it is a safe one," she answered.
"Oh, this is strictly business; I just have a few papers for you to fill out and a few questions I need to know and we all have to eat and the company will pay for it. By the way, call me Jerrod. My dad is Mr. Brice," I laughed and she laughed with me.
"Okay, I'll try to answer your questions. What time do you want to meet and where?"
"Our parking lot garage. We'll just take my car and I promise to bring you back unscathed."
She smiled before leaving the room, after saying goodbye to my dad. We watched her walk out of the office. Damn, she carried herself well.
My dad was looking at me. "She's a beauty, isn't she, son? Looks and brains. She graduated with honors from MIT. She must be one smart cookie, according to her resume and referrals. According to her paperwork, she's twenty-eight and single. I wonder why someone hasn't caught her yet. She seems like a total package; not many of them around anymore."
"Dad, why did you pick her firm instead of another to do this computer overhaul? Did you get a look at her before choosing her company?"
"Jerrod, I have always taken care of the business by picking the right people for the right job. AJ Computer Upgrading put in a bid the same as every other company. They were the best for the price, meaning lowest bidder. We got them for less than twenty thousand a month. I checked her company's record on similar jobs and they are top notch. I never met A.J. until it was time to award the contract. I guess I could say that seeing her sealed the deal, but only after her company was approved."
"She sure isn't hard on the eyes. Dad, do you have any papers she hasn't signed yet? I'm taking her to dinner and I need to make it official."
My dad was laughing. "Jerrod, she is one smart cookie. I guarantee she knows there's nothing business about this dinner. Here's a couple of forms that she needs to sign for some computer stuff she ordered. That's why she came to the office this morning. I guess she forgot to sign them."
"Thanks, Dad, I'll get them signed for you," I smiled.
I stopped by A.J.'s office at closing time and we walked together in the garage and I opened the car door for her as she gracefully got in. Damn, what a nice pair of legs. I did my best not to stare but it wasn't easy.
I tried to get acquainted with small talk. "What does A.J. stand for? I figure it's your initials."
"Ambrosia Jane; Styles is my last name. Of course I shortened it to A.J. for business reasons. It's a man's world in business. I am one of the best around when it comes to computers but I was always taken lightly. I'm not a geek so most places figured I didn't know much about computers."
"Tell me a little about your company," I asked.
"Well, there are basically three partners: me, Adrianna, and Matt. The three of us are all graduates of MIT. We felt we were smarter than starting out at beginning wages so we formed a company. When needed, we do bring in addition help but one of us is always there to oversee the operations. We all pull our weight and are the best of friends."
We stopped talking for a little bit when I pulled up to one of the fanciest restaurants in town. The valets opened our doors and let us out and took my car to be parked. I took A.J. by the arm and escorted her into the restaurant, saying hello to the doorman by name as we entered.
It was odd that she acted so cool and calm as we were seated. Most women I brought to this type of restaurant always acted giddy or like they were someone special. A.J. was calm and refined. She waited for her chair to be drawn and it seemed she knew all the proper etiquette for this type of place.
"So are any of you married?" I knew she wasn't but I was wondering about her partners.
"Adrianna is engaged and will be getting married later this year. Matt got married last year and he and his wife are starting their family. Their baby is due in three months."
"So what about A.J.? Anyone in her background at present?"
Smiling, she said, "No time for a relationship. I help support my family and am trying to get further established in the business world. Besides most men are intimidated by a woman owning her own business."
"A.J., I'm not trying to be forward but I'm drawn to you. I don't see many women like you anymore."
She laughed. "By what I have heard, you're drawn to just about anyone of the opposite sex. Your reputation precedes you," she smiled.
"So, what are you looking for in a man?"
"As I mentioned, I'm really not looking but if I ever run across the man of my dreams, I'll want to marry him. I hear you're not the marrying type."
"Oh, really! You can't believe everything you hear. When I find the woman of my dreams I'll ask her to marry me too."
"Okay, Jerrod, I hope I'm around long enough to see that proposal happen. The woman that trapped Jerrod Brice."
"It won't be a trap. I'm not afraid to ask a woman to marry me," I said with a smile.
"I've heard so many stories about you and I've only been here a few weeks. I must admit it's why I accepted this dinner invitation. Did your dad give you those papers for me to sign?" She smiled back at me.
Dad was right; she was smart. I smiled at her and pulled out the papers and she scribbled her name across the bottom.
"Business is now concluded," I smiled. "Now we can get on with dinner. Oh, and to prove I'm not afraid to ask a woman to marry me. Ambrosia Jane Styles, will you marry me? There I told you I wasn't afraid to say it." I laughed.
"Say it again to me in six months and I might just answer you," she smiled back.
Why did I do that? Even in jest it's not something I would do. I can't believe I even asked her such a question. I've known her for almost one day and come out with a question like that. What is wrong with me?
We ordered dinner and did a lot of small talk. She was so nice to be with and wasn't at all intimidated by me. I'm not acting like a boastful person here. I'm just trying to explain that most women I go out with are somewhat intimidated by my family's money or by my personal success. Some women don't seem to be comfortable around me and are always trying to impress me.
A.J. wasn't like that. She was like going out with an old friend. The problem I saw was she wasn't doing much talking about herself and she sure knew a lot about me. I needed to change the subject a little and I asked her to dance.
She looked at me with an ornery look. I do believe she wanted to say something, but instead just said yes and we headed out to the dance floor. The band was playing an old song that caught me off guard. 'When I Fall in Love' was an old favorite of mine. There was a woman singing the words. The song was about half over when I started singing along:
"When I fall in love, it will be forever
Or I'll never fall in love.
In a restless world like this is
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.
When I give me heart, it will be completely
Or I'll never give my heart."
I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was holding this beautiful woman that I hardly knew and was singing to her. She was so soft to the touch and the smell of her perfume was intoxicating to me. I wasn't going to tell you this till later but A.J. had beautiful red hair. I wondered if my thoughts were about Jenny, my old girlfriend but I knew they weren't. They were about A.J. and how I wanted to hold her and squeeze her.
I wanted more of her. She was so different from most women I dated. I went to kiss her neck gently and she pulled back.
"Play nice, Jerrod," she smiled.
She didn't get mad or scold or anything. She had this special way of saying no, and it didn't feel awkward. She was one special woman and I needed to know more about her. The song ended and I gave her a final squeeze, remembering the ending of the song.
"And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too when I fall in love with you."
The next day was a bit awkward at work. I didn't sleep the best, thinking about A.J. What made this woman tick? The self-confidence she acquired. I don't ever remember meeting a woman like her. Dad was right; she seemed to have it all, but I know everyone has a weak side. We all have skeletons in our closet that we don't want out there. What was hers?
My receptionist, Janet, smiled at me when I walked in. She knew A.J. and I had our business meeting.
"How did the meeting go, Mr. Brice? Did you take care of business?" She only called me Mr. Brice in front of other people or if she was going to tease me.
"It was fine, Janet. I have the forms signed," I said as I handed them to her. She knew it didn't mean anything.
"Jerrod," said Janet. "She's a wonderful woman. She's always happy and a joy to have around. She never raises her voice and always gets the job done. Everyone she's worked with here respects her."
What was Janet telling me? Go after this gal or stay away from her.
"Why are you telling me this, Janet?"
"I don't know. You're my boss and I might add a very good friend. A.J. has become a special friend too. We've had lunch a few times and I really like her. Just thought you ought to know."
"I'll let you in on a little secret, Janet. I asked her to marry me."
"What!!! You're kidding. What did she say?"
"To ask her again in six months and she'll answer me," I laughed, but again it got me thinking.
"Jerrod, what ever possessed you to say such a thing? It's not in your character," laughed Janet.
"I honestly don't know. I know I shouldn't say this, not really knowing her, but she does something to me. I don't know what it is. It about half scares me."
Janet smiled and told me not to take this one lightly. She's been around for a number of my affairs and told me I was acting differently this time.
"Just be careful, Jerrod. I really mean it. She's a special lady and I would hate to see her get hurt."
"I won't hurt her, Janet, unless you get divorced and marry me," I laughed.
I had work to do and a lot to catch up on. I buried myself in my work most of the day. I wanted my mind off A.J. so I could get my work done. Around lunch time I saw A.J. go by in a pair of sweats. I ran out in the lobby to talk to her.
"Hey, A.J.! Where're you headed to all dressed up?" Of course she was standing there in grey sweats but, damn, she still looked good.
"I'm off to jog. I do it everyday when I get a chance. Care to join me?"
"Maybe another day, I have a lot of catching up to do."
"Okay, maybe tomorrow," she said as she left.
Janet looked over at me and smiled and laughed.
"What? It's just running. I can run," I told Janet. She was keeping her eye out to see what was transpiring between me and A.J.
The following day I did run with her. No wonder she was in such good shape; that girl could run! About half way through our run, I asked her if we could just walk for awhile. We talked and she told me more about her company and her business. I learned a lot about her family. She had a brother two years younger then her. In the days and weeks that followed, I found out a lot more about her family. She still kept her personal issues close to her vest. It was as though she was hiding something, but what?
Janet let me in on a lot of facts about A.J. She had a scholarship to a college in Las Vegas. After a couple of years she transferred to MIT where she got her degree. I was also told that A.J. helped out her parents financially and helped put her little brother through college.
The more I knew about A.J. the more I was falling for her. I started making excuses to work with her every day. Even my dad noticed and asked me if I had a thing for her. He seemed happy about it and told me to invite her over to his house to meet my mom.
I started jogging with her just about every day at lunch. I was actually trimming down myself some. Dad told me A.J. must be good for me.
I couldn't get her to talk about herself and she would get defensive about it. We'd been running, jogging and even having dinner together a couple of times a week and I had yet to even kiss her.
I talked her into going to Mom's for dinner one evening. Dad had told Mom a lot about her and the job she was doing at the plant. Mom was old fashioned. They were rich but when it came to dinner, she was the cook. She told A.J. that she and Dad ate out so often that she missed cooking, so one day she told their cook that from now on she would be making the meals. She said cooking was really a lot of fun seeing she didn't have to cleanup the mess.
Mom was nice to A.J., but kind of gave her the third degree. A.J. smiled and answered all her questions as long as they weren't too personal. Mom told me later that she really liked A.J. more than any woman I had brought home.
"The two of you would make beautiful grandchildren." said mom smiling. "Don't lose her, Jerrod, she's a real keeper. She is one of those one-in-a-million."
Mom actually said all that in front of A.J., who couldn't get over how forward my mom was but she said she loved her. That's what I mean; A.J. seemed to have it all.
When I took A.J. home she looked a bit distraught. It was like she was debating within herself on what to do.
"Do you want to come in, Jerrod?" she asked.
It was funny, but I had never been in her apartment as many times as we went out. I knew this was a big step in her life and I realized that it was a big one for me too. Of course I said yes. She gave me a quick tour of the apartment. The place was clean except for a room full of computer parts. We walked into the living room and when she turned around I went to kiss her and by instinct she backed away.
"What is it, A.J.? You know I care for you and have never tried to hit on you. Why won't you kiss me?"
She looked at me sadly and leaned forward and kissed me. It took me by surprise as she put her hands gently on my cheeks and kissed my lips time and time again. She put her arms around my neck and I pulled her body close. We hugged and kissed starting out gently but our emotions became stronger with each kiss.
She was warm and passionate. This side of her I had wanted to see since I first met her. She was finally letting herself go with me.
"A.J., I want to make love to you. I won't force you to do anything against your will. Will you make love with me?"
"Jerrod, there are things you need to know about me, about my past. I haven't lied to you but I haven't told you everything. I never thought that our relationship would go this far knowing your past. To be honest with you, I've wanted you from the day we met in your dad's office. If we make love I want it to be real. I'm not into one night stands. I want to be with only one man and I would like him to be you."
I couldn't believe what she just said.
"A.J., right now I don't want to talk about your past. I'm more interested in our future together. I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman."
I slowly unbuttoned her silk blouse and slid it off her shoulders. The one thing I wanted to do more than anything was to take my time, even though I hadn't been with any woman since the day I met A.J.
She wore a bra that had a clasp in the front; I undid it and let her bra fall to the floor. Her breasts weren't overly large but stood out straight and proud. I had to put my lips on her nipples. I bent over and gently sucked on each one for a few seconds. She held my head to her breasts while I sucked.
I stood upright and was getting ready to unbutton my shirt when she smiled and slapped my hand.
"You did me, now it's my turn to do you," she said.
She unbuttoned my shirt and bared my chest. She leaned forward and kissed my nipples. I couldn't tell you the last time a woman had paid that kind of attention to me.
Next she reached down and unbuckled my belt and unfastened my slacks and let them fall to the floor. She slid her hand into my briefs and grabbed hold of my hard cock. With one hand in my briefs and the other around my neck she started kissing me passionately.
She removed her hand from my briefs and wrapped both arms around my neck and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. Somehow she had undone her skirt and let it fall to the floor and we went into her bedroom.
As she stood by her bed I dropped to my knees and removed her panties and had her sit on the edge of the bed. She laid back and I planted my lips on her pink moist pussy.
Neither of us spoke a word but we were both making animals sounds as I ate her pussy. We both got up into the middle of her bed and starting kissing all over again. Her lips, her neck, then I dropped down and devoured her breasts. I couldn't get enough of this sexy goddess.
I went lower to that region below her navel. I started gently again licking and kissing the fuzzy hair that led down to her red mound below. She was breathing hard and her tummy rose and went down with every heavy breath she took.
"Jerrod, fuck me, make love to me. I want you so bad; I've never wanted any man more."
Upon hearing this I took my place between her legs and made passionate love to her. I can never ever remember it feeling so good and wanting a woman so much.
After that night we became a couple. We spent most of our free time together except when she went to see her family on the weekends. We never talked marriage. I guess we neither wanted to jinx our relationship.
Every time we made love she told me she wanted to tell me about her past. She didn't want to keep any secrets from me.
It was funny that when I first met her I wanted to know these secrets about her, but now I didn't want to know. Inside I think I was afraid of what I might find out. I didn't want anything to give me a different picture of this perfect woman. Whenever she said we need to talk, I made an excuse and put it off.
One day we were having a company get-together. Some of our clients and employees from some of our other facilities would attend. Also we invited family and friends.
We had a band and lots of food. It was a pretty festive party. It was one of the few parties that my mom attended. Of course A.J. was on my arm. We were kind of the talk of the company. Most people didn't believe us when we said we were just good friends and that there were no marriage plans.
She was an unbelievable woman both in public and in bed. She did things to me that I couldn't believe she would even know. I learned a lot in swap sessions and it bothered me a little that she was so good. Why was I complaining? I had the best looking and most gorgeous woman on my arm.
I went to freshen our drinks while she was talking to my mom and dad. Mom was really beginning to love her and dad said she could do no wrong since day one.
I stepped up to the bar and ordered our drinks when my old friend Larry came up to me.
"Hey, Larry, welcome to the party. Where's Jenny? Still married to her?"
"Jerrod, long time no see. How's it going? Rumor has it you have a new squeeze. I thought I would come by and check her out. Jenny's home with the kids. We have two rug rats now. So where's this new woman I've heard so much about?"
He was scanning the room checking out all the women when he spotted A.J.
"Oh, my God, I think I see Ambrosia. My God, Jerrod, wait till I tell you about her. I wonder who she's with? I haven't seen her in a good six years but it must be her. She has to be the sexiest redhead alive. The last time I saw her was in Las Vegas, about six years ago."
I couldn't believe what I just heard. Larry knew A.J.? He called her by her name. My God, what does he know about her?"
A.J. was smiling and laughing with my parents. She turned and walked toward me and when she saw Larry, her mouth flew open. She was in tears when she reached me. All she said was, "I'm so sorry" and ran from the party.
I didn't know what to think. I ran after her but she got into a cab and left. I went back into the party to find out what the hell happened.