I would like to thank Mistress Lynn for her valuable editing. She makes my story a much better read.
To begin, here is a brief explanation of what Earth Day is and when it began.
Earth Day is one of two observances, both held annually during spring in the northern hemisphere, and autumn in the southern hemisphere. They're intended to inspire awareness of and appreciation for the Earth's environment. The United Nations celebrates an Earth Day each year on the March equinox, a tradition founded by peace activist John McConnell in 1969. Many countries celebrate a second Earth Day, founded in 1970 by U.S. Senator Gaylord Nelson as an environmental teach-in, on April 22.
My story has nothing to do with the cleaning up of the earth or environment, although I will be mentioning the earth in other ways. Sit back, and I hope you enjoy my Earth Day story.
Sharon and I met a few years back. Mutual friends introduced us at a wedding. I knew the bride and she was a cousin of the groom. I guess I should explain it a little more. The bride's dad and I had attended the same college in Ohio many moons ago. We hung around with pretty much the same crowd. I was a political science major. I went into politics and Matt went into law enforcement.
We were good friends and attended the same parties. It was a wild fun time at college. I probably had sex with dozens of women. 'If you could get it hard, I could use it.' That was my motto. I remember getting the crabs once, the clap twice and even had one bout with syphilis. I took shots and couldn't have sex for a couple of weeks; that was a bummer. After that, I began to use condoms more often.
Matt and I stayed in touch after graduation. We weren't real close but we were friends. You see, my family had ties with the so-called mob. That's why I became a politician and eventually a state representative.
When Matt's daughter was to be married, I got an invitation. People liked to have celebrities at their functions, and I guess they figured that's what politicians were.
It was good to see Matt again, since I had enjoyed our times at college. He was now the sheriff in his county. He was married and had two kids. His daughter, who was getting married, was twenty, and his son who was starting college, was nineteen.
Matt's wife was a nice looking woman. I know he didn't like the way I looked at her and he told me as much. We both laughed, remembering our old college days. I promised him that I would keep my hands off his family. The one thing he knew was that my word was my bond, and he could trust it.
They introduced me to a woman there named Sharon. She was a distant cousin of the groom. Now, I didn't make any promises to keep my hands off her, and I didn't. More on that later.
As I mentioned, I was in politics. My grandfather was a senator for a number of years until his death. He was the one that guided me into politics, teaching me most of the ins and outs. I learned a lot more from him than I did at college.
I started at the local level, getting some experience for my future resume. I started as a county commissioner and soon became mayor, working up to state representative where I was re-elected.
My family wanted me to run for the senate seat that would be open in the next election. All preliminary polls showed that I had the edge. The only problem was that I had a reputation as somewhat of a playboy. In so many words, they told me that I needed a wife and the election was mine.
I have a few things to tell you here. I understand that I'm not this great wonderful person who wants to really help the people. I'm self-absorbed but I also don't like to lose. When I fight for an issue or a cause, it is because I usually hate the opposition. The side that I back is most often the winning side, which makes me even more popular.
As I mentioned, I dated many women. It's funny how I could get almost any woman I wanted because of my position. I was actually engaged twice, but it didn't work out. I didn't want to settle with having sex with just one woman.
The biggest turn on for me was fucking married women. Just the thought of a woman sneaking around on her husband so she could have sex with me was wild. I am boasting here, but I have fucked most of my competitor's wives. In most cases, it was a one-time thing though. I liked the hunt even more than the actual sex.
I did keep it private, because I wasn't out to ruin marriages, but if it would have been my woman fucking around on me, someone would pay the price.
My family connections were a big part of my life. It helped me when I needed some swing votes or just some attitudes adjusted.
I can understand if you probably don't like me, but I really don't give a shit. I'm just telling you my story and trying to be honest about it. Having power in this world is a big turn-on and an aphrodisiac of its own.
As I mentioned, my family and backers believed I should be getting married. It didn't have to be a marriage of love as much as convenience. I did need a very likeable good-looking woman. Her background should be almost without flaws. We didn't want to give our enemies any more ammo than necessary.
I know it sounds callous, but there are thousands of marriages out there just like that. The political and celebrity world is full of them.
So I'll go back to the wedding. I attended with a couple of colleagues that were close friends, and met a number of new people. That was when Matt introduced me to Sharon, and the night became a lot more interesting.
She was a beautiful woman, very stunning, articulate and friendly. I knew I had to learn more about her.
"I'm very happy to meet you, Sharon. I'm sorry for staring, but you are quite beautiful. Are you related to anyone in the wedding party?" I asked, intrigued.
"The groom is a distant cousin. I have a lot of family here. What about you, are you related to the bride?"
"No, I'm not. Matt, the bride's father and I attended the university together. I received the invitation and thought I'd attend. Now I'm glad I made such a wise decision," I said, looking at a smiling Sharon. "Are you with someone this evening; husband, boyfriend?" I was hoping she came to the wedding alone.
"I'm not totally alone. As I mentioned, I have a lot of family here. As far as a husband, he passed away three years ago. So, technically I guess I'm somewhat alone." She continued to smile while she talked.
"Would you do the honor of being with me this evening, seeing you know many of the people here and I only know one person?"
She stared at me for a few seconds before answering. "Sure, why not, I hate to see you all by yourself at this wedding."
That was how it all started. We sat at the same table and she introduced me to most of her family. She was quite a woman. When we danced, I held her close. She smelled so good and felt so soft. I knew I wanted to get to know her better.
We spent all our time at the wedding together. As the reception ended, we talked in the foyer for a few minutes. I wanted to ask her to come back to my room but I didn't want to scare her away. I wanted more than a one-time lay. I leaned over and kissed her. She didn't stop me but accepted my kiss.
"I would like to see you again," I said.
"I would like that also," she replied. She handed me her card after she wrote her home phone number on the back. We kissed one more time and I headed back to my hotel.
The following Monday I sent her flowers. I wanted her to know I was truly interested. I know this might piss readers off but my office sent out a background check on Sharon. It was just something we do if we expect further involvement with an individual, and I wanted to know much more about Sharon. It was just a precautionary measure.
The report came back a couple of days later. Sharon did tell me the truth about herself, and I was very happy to know that. Now I could press on in a relationship to see her again.
She was an intelligent woman who went to college in Pennsylvania. She had dated a guy during high school and they both attended the same university. They were both environmentalists and studied ecology. He graduated the year before her. She married another man less than two years later. He died of cancer three years ago.
Sharon had a son who had joined the military, now stationed in Kuwait. She worked for a company that oversaw environmental problems, lived by herself and put most of her time into her work.
I called her and made a date to see her again. It was only a four-hour drive to her place, an hour by plane. I figured I would drive there to see her. We set up a date for Saturday to see a stage play and have dinner.
When I saw her, she looked beautiful. We were having a wonderful time, and after dinner, we entered the lounge, had a couple of drinks together, and talked. After a few dances, I asked her to come to my room at the hotel where I was staying the night. At first, she was hesitant, but after a few kisses, she agreed.
"Zack, you need to know that I don't usually do this. In fact, this will be the first time since the death of my husband. It's just that I've been so lonely for companionship and you seem so nice."
As soon as we reached the room, we were in each other's arms. Within minutes, we'd stripped to our undergarments and she was on the bed; I was rubbing her breasts and kissing her neck.
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