by nakdsub

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, Cheating, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: They worked so hard together to get where they were, a beautiful home, two wonderful kids; could she really cheat on him, now after everything they've been through?

When you're an over-sexed eighteen year old kid with raging hormones and the prettiest girlfriend in town you don't pass up an opportunity to get into her pants; even if you don't know what you're doing.

The exhilaration of feeling like a MAN after you've taken her cherry is like King Kong beating his chest while hanging from the top of the Empire State Building with his woman worshiping at his feet.

Of course, when you're an over-sexed eighteen year old with raging hormones you don't realize how fragile that exhilaration can be until it is shattered by two little words ... I'm pregnant.

Yup, there's nothing like a dose of reality to deflate your over-sexed ego. Just yesterday you looked in the mirror and saw a virile, masculine young man ready to take on the world; today, in that same mirror, you see a scared little boy with more responsibilities than he can imagine, a job that pays little more than minimum wage, and a set of angry parents who are about to disown you.

Both Carolyn's folks and his own determined abortion was the only thing to do; the two fathers got together and decided they would share in the cost; of course no one asked the kids what they wanted to do.

"John," Carolyn cried softly, "I don't want to kill our baby."

"Then we won't," he responded, "We're legal age, they can't make you have an abortion; we'll get married."

"John, would you; would you really marry me?" she asked with the first smile of the night.

"Yes, of course; I'm not going to run away from my responsibilities," he told her.

She bowed her head and her face turned to sadness again. "But you don't love me; you're only doing it because of the baby."

John sighed and looked down in deep thought; after a few seconds he spoke. "Carolyn, you're the first real girlfriend I ever had. I'm not even sure I know what true love is, but I do feel something for you, something I've never felt for anyone else. I'm going to work hard to be a good husband and father. I want to do this, Carolyn; really. I'm sorry I don't have a ring for you and I'm afraid this is not very romantic, but Carolyn, this time I'm asking; will you marry me?"

"John, that was the most romantic thing I've ever heard anyone say, and the answer is yes; yes I will marry you."

John and Carolyn walked hand in hand into the living room where their parents had already determined their fate. "Everyone," John announced, "Carolyn is not having an abortion; I'm going to marry her and we're keeping the baby."

Well, all hell broke loose. Their moms and dads started yelling and threatening to throw them both out of the house ... and that's just what they did.

That's the way life started out for Carolyn and John. Hell, they'd only been dating for about five months so they really didn't even know one another that well, but true to his word, John and Carolyn were married three days later in front of the JP.

John worked at Paul Halley's Chevrolet dealership as the new and used car porter; basically he just cleaned and polished all the cars on the lot. Since he had been living at home, he had a little money saved up; enough to get a room in a flop house for him and his new bride, but that little bit of money wasn't going to last long so he got a second job working at night in a detail shop. This was where the dealership sent the used cars right after they were traded in. They were experts at making old used cars look and smell brand new again.

John worked hard; quickly he learned to use a high speed buffer to make the dull, weather-beaten finish of any vehicle shine so bright he could see himself; he learned all the tricks of the trade and soon became one of the shop's best detailers.

Carolyn tried getting work too, but she wanted to be honest with people and told them at the outset that she was pregnant and would need a maternity leave in about seven months. It was obviously the kiss of death as far as getting the job.

After she started to show, she gave up looking for work and concentrated on taking care of the finances. She scrimped and saved every penny she could. Life was hard but they were getting by ... just barely.

Mr. Halley, the owner of the dealership, was a pretty nice guy in addition to being an excellent business man. One day, during a courtesy call, Terry, John's boss from the detail shop, made the mistake of bragging about what a great job John was doing. Mr. Halley saw the opportunity to help out one of his employees and save some money at the same time.

He called John into his office. "John," he started after the pleasantries were out of the way, "how much do they pay you at the detail shop?"

"Nine dollars and hour," he replied.

"And how long does it take you to do a car?"

"Well that depends on how bad it is; I guess the average time would be about three hours."

"Ah huh; so they pay you approximately thirty dollars a car; sound about right?"

"Yeah, I never worked it out before but that would be about it," John responded not knowing where Mr. Halley was going with all his questions.

"Do you know how much they charge me?"

John shook his head no.

"Buck and a quarter a car," he reported. John had been around long enough to know that was dealership slang for a hundred and twenty five dollars. "Terry tells me you're one of his best detailers."

John was a little humbled by the praise. "So I was thinking ... I'd like to make you an offer; how about if you detailed cars just for me, and I paid you seven-five bucks per car. That's over twice what you're making now and it's a savings of fifty bucks a car for me."

"Oh wow, I'd love to but I don't have any place to work; I don't have the equipment I'd need either. It's a great offer, Mr. Halley, thanks but I can't do it; I don't have the money to get started."

"What would it take," he asked.

"Gee, I don't know, let's see; well the first thing I'd have to do is rent a shop of course; I'd need a high speed buffer with a bunch of different cutting and polishing pads, several gallons of water based rubbing compound, some different polishes and glazes; then there's several different cleaners for inside the car, carpet shampoo and things like that," he thought for a moment, "I guess that's about it. Sometimes they have to dye some carpeting but they usually buy that as they need it."

"How much would all that cost," asked Mr. Halley.

"Ah, I'm not sure, probably a few hundred dollars though; certainly a lot more than I have."

"Okay, here's my proposal; the cleanup area in the back, where you're working now isn't very big, I know that; but if I knocked down the wall between that and the storage area adjacent to it that would give you a lot more space; I figure you could get another four cars in there at least. That would give you plenty of room to work. In addition, I will front you whatever money you need to get started ... within reason of course."

John's brain was already spinning trying to determine how much he could make.

"Now," continued Mr. Halley, "I figure I'm already saving fifty bucks per car, you throw in another twenty until the start-up loan is paid for. In other words; let's say I give you seven hundred dollars to get started; you do each car for fifty bucks until the loan is paid off; that's only ten cars; after that you get seventy-five for every car you do."

"What about my other job, my porter job?"

"You keep that, I still need you there. You'd do this at night, just like you do now. I'll change the locks on the back door and give you the keys; it'll be your own shop, you can come and go as you like."

"Mr. Halley this sounds almost too good to be true, and I don't mean to sound unappreciative, but can I give you an answer tomorrow; I really don't want to do anything like this without discussing with Carolyn first," John told him.

Mr. Halley smiled, "Absolutely, take as long as you need, the offer stays on the table; just let me know."

That night Carolyn was almost as ecstatic as John. "Will he put all that in writing?" she asked.

"Ah, probably, but I trust him, Carolyn; he's always been fair with me."

"John, I'm sure he has been but please get everything in writing first; we can't afford something to go wrong."

John promised he would make sure everything was written down before saying yes. The next day he told Mr. Halley he would take his offer but he had to have it all in writing. Mr. Halley smiled and slid a sheet of paper in front of him.

"What's this?" John asked.

"Just what you asked for; it's a contract spelling out everything we talked about yesterday. I'm a business man, John; I don't make a move unless it's in writing. Was the contract your idea or your wife's?" he asked.

"Ah, well it was actually Carolyn's, Sir."

"It sounds like she has a good head on her shoulders, John; I'd like to meet her sometime."

"Sure, maybe I can bring her by the dealership sometime," responded John.

Mr. Halley grinned. "As you can see, I wrote that agreement myself so there's no legalese in there; it's pretty straight forward but if you have a family lawyer or somebody you'd like to take a look before you sign it, that's fine."

John was already reading the document. "No Sir, it's exactly like you offered, when can we get started?" he asked while signing.

"You start figuring out what you need and how much it'll cost; I'll have my maintenance guys start knocking that wall down this weekend."

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