Not a lot of sex in this story but hope that you take the time to read it. A big 'Thank you' to Mistress Lynn for her ideas and her editing.
"Jim, are you interested in going on a three day cruise?" my friend Bill asked.
"I thought you were taking your latest girlfriend, Gail. Weren't you going to surprise her with the cruise on your three month anniversary? What happened?"
"I dropped by where she works at her lunch time. She was making out with her ex-boyfriend in the parking garage when I got there. So I guess I'm the one who got surprised," Bill replied.
"So, what happened? What did you do?"
"She saw me and her mouth flew open. Don't know if she was scared, surprised or both. She quickly locked her door and put her boobs back in her bra. I told her to roll down the fucking window or I'd break it."
"What did the guy do during this time?" I asked.
"He was putting his cock back in his pants and zipping up. Wouldn't be surprised if he shit himself. Gail rolled her window down about two inches. I called her a worthless cunt, a cheating bitch, whore, slut and anything else I could think of.
"I showed her the cruise tickets and she started to cry. I told her it was too late, she had made her choice. Then I pointed at the asshole she was with. I really wanted to kick his ass but neither one of them was worth going to jail over. I did tell him if I ever saw him alone that I would beat the living shit out of him. Before they said anything, I got back in my car and left," Bill said.
"So, what's next?"
"She called me on the cell to apologize. I told her to go fuck herself; she didn't get a second chance. Now I have this extra ticket for the cruise and I thought you might want to go along."
"Why me, Bill? Can't you find another girl to go? There are probably a lot of women who would like to go."
"Since I'm not taking Gail, I thought I would just go and see how lucky I get. This is an adult cruise. It's mainly for singles and romantics. Plus, I have to find someone who can get off work to go. Since your dad owns the business, I figured you wouldn't have a problem getting three days off," Bill said.
Jim shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "I'll let you know later."
"Okay, Jim. I'll see you tomorrow. It's time for me to get home."
It's about time to tell you a little about myself. I'm Jim Taylor. I've been married, divorced, and almost married again. I was first married when I was a kid; well, I was twenty, but acted like a kid. When I was about to go into the service, I asked my girlfriend to marry me.
I wasn't in love with Kim, but I sure the hell was in lust. My dad told me not to get married. He said I was pussy whipped and thinking with my dick. Of course, I went ahead and married Kim against his advice. To this day I don't know why I did it, probably to spite dad.
Kim was a looker but also somewhat of a slut. She married me figuring she would get a check every month from the government. I will say she was one hell of a fuck. We pretty much did an all-nighter the day before I left for basic training.
I wrote to her whenever I could, and she answered a couple of my letters. I was home for two weeks before being shipped off overseas. We fucked like rabbits the entire time I was home, but something seemed different.
She asked to go out with her girlfriends a couple of times. When I caught her talking on the phone, she abruptly hung up. She always had an excuse. Something told me she was cheating on me, but I didn't have the time to check into it.
Three months after I shipped out, she wrote and told me she was pregnant. Of course she said it was mine. I wasn't sure what to do. Then she told me she was moving to Iowa; she had family there and it was lonely where we lived.
I was getting letters from Kim telling me how she missed me and that the baby was doing fine. She had moved into an apartment building near some of her friends. This sure sounded suspicious seeing she couldn't have met and made friends with so many people in such a short time.
There was no way for me to find out if anything she told me was true. If the kid was mine, I could accept that. But I didn't want to raise someone else's kid for the next eighteen years. I did the only thing I could; I asked my dad for help.
I explained the situation to him and he agreed to check into it. He gave me the third degree for being so stupid in the first place though. Looking back, I realized I should have listened to him from the beginning.
My dad owned a construction company. It was started by his father and then passed down to him. He was worth a considerable amount of money and had over a hundred people working for him full time. I know he also paid a number of people under the table. In the business circles, people considered dad a powerful man, one not to mess with.
I figured that was why Kim wanted to move away. In our state, my dad could keep a watchful eye on her. Even though he and I didn't always see eye to eye, he was my father and I respected him. I believe he really tried to do his best for his family.
Dad wrote back that Kim was indeed pregnant. She was living in a commune of sorts with a man named Jerry Hadley. They lived in a big apartment building, where the other people there were quite wild and free.
I called Kim telling her what I had heard. I didn't mention that my dad checked on it for me, but she probably figured that out anyway. She told me in no uncertain terms that the baby was mine, and that I was going to pay for it. That was when I realized all she was interested in was the monthly check.
She added that there was no way she was going to divorce me, and there was nothing I could do about it for the next three years since I was overseas. She told me how pitiful I was and that I wasn't half the lover as Jerry was.
I was becoming a mess, so I called my dad to see what I could do. He told me he would take care of it. If the baby was mine, then I would take responsibility. I wasn't going to shun my duties as a father.
Dad later wrote me and told me Kim about freaked out when my dad showed up at her door.
"The child I'm carrying is Jim's and he will have to support it," Kim said.
"As soon as the baby is born, we'll do a DNA test. If it's not his, I will personally take you to court for any payments and expenses that Jim has incurred. If my son is the father, then I will see that you get child support until he is out of the service. When he's back, we will go for custody proving your living conditions are undesirable for raising my grandchild," James said.
"You can't do that! Who do you think you are? It's my kid and I'll raise it any way I please," shouted Kim. "In fact, I'm not even giving Jim a divorce until he's out of the service."
"Kim, I have a counter offer for you. I'm willing to make a bet that it's not Jim's child. After I leave here, I'm going to the clinic and find out how far along you are. By the size of your belly, I'm betting Jim was already overseas when this child was conceived. You can stop this silly game and save all of us a lot of trouble. I'll give you twenty-five thousand dollars today if you admit Jim isn't the father and give him a divorce."
"I'd get a lot more than that in spousal payments and later child support."
"Jim is filing for divorce. I'm taking the papers to the courthouse. Your spousal support will stop very soon. You might get one or two more checks. As far as the child support goes, we'll know if you get anything as soon as the baby is born. It's your choice. How sure are you that it's Jim's baby?"
Needless to say, the divorce went through and I never did do a DNA test. Dad kept in touch and let me know that the baby was born ten and a half months after I left the states. I never did see Kim again.
After returning from the service, I began working for my dad at the construction company. I had always loved seeing the finished product of what we built.
Something I might mention here. My dad's name was James Edward Taylor. Everyone called him James. I on the other hand was James Elliot Taylor. I was named James after my father and Elliot after my grandfather. I went by Jimmy when I was a kid and then later as I got older everyone called me Jim. Mom didn't want me to be a junior.
I dated a lot of different women after returning home, seldom going out with the same one more than three times. After that, they seemed to want to dominate the relationship. I wasn't ready to get serious yet, preferring to play the field and just worry about myself.
About two years later, I got involved with Elaine. She was a secretary for one of the firms we dealt with. Good looking, sexy and had some fine attributes. Our sex life together was really good. We became a couple and eventually she moved in with me.
I liked her a lot but I don't think I really loved her at the time. The reason I say that is because I didn't know what love was. I liked being with her, and the sex was great, but something wasn't quite right.
Maybe we were too opposite; not having enough in common. A couple of examples might be that I was kind of a neat freak. When I took my clothes off, I either hung them up or put them in the hamper. Elaine would just throw hers anywhere. Two days later I would be picking them up. I guess I got the neatness from the service.
Elaine always wanted to eat out. I didn't have a big problem with that, but sometimes I liked to have dinner at home and relax. I would just as soon throw on some burgers and watch sports on TV. That was another problem with Elaine. She didn't like sports and figured I spent too much time watching them.
.... There is more of this story ...