Her First Time
Copyright© 2021 by robertl
Chapter 54
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 54 - A very strange night gives a vivid picture into what my wife's first time was like.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Wife Watching Interracial Black Male White Female
Thursday, January 14, 2021
I got the call at three-fifteen in the afternoon, Dani, asking if there was any chance that I could come home early. “Amanda (Dani’s agent in Tampa) called, she says she needs to talk to both of us at the same time, and asked me to call her back.”
Amanda hadn’t given her a clue what it was about. We both thought it was likely that she was going to tell us about another movie the studio wanted her for, but why wouldn’t she have just told Dani?
Dani doesn’t often ask me to come home early, as in never (well, there was once for a dinner with Jenny and Richard which was preplanned, much different than this), so I presumed it was important to her. It hadn’t been a particularly busy day, so I told LeRoy that something had come up at home, and I needed to take off. He said that he was sure he and Scott could handle the store for a few hours.
The perks of being the owner.
Dani was loving her new teaching gig. We’d converted one of the spare bedrooms into a classroom, and she has kids Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, kids that need one-on-one help at six, then her calc students at seven for an hour, except it often goes long beyond. Those calc kids are engrossed in their math.
After we got home from Tampa (THAT had turned out to be quite a trip!), we started going to Jenny’s hour-long exercise classes on Tuesday evenings and Saturday afternoons, a full hour of hard work each time, not that Dani needed it. Damn, she looks good for fifty, much better than ‘good’. The workouts were more for me than anything, not that I was in bad shape, chubby, or anything like that, just not at Dani’s level.
I’d been disappointed New Year’s evening at the strip club, but the ‘after’ had more than made up for it. And now, seeing Dani and Jenny, and some of the other women, in their gym tights was just a bonus. So far, every Tuesday we’ve continued our ‘exercise’ at home, sore muscles notwithstanding, sometimes in the living room, sometimes in the bedroom, even occasionally on a dining room chair, but always, ALWAYS very enjoyable.
If there was one thing Dani was unhappy about, it was Honey, her horse in Montana, she missed her. She’d come to love that horse and according to her, the feeling had been mutual.
But I digress; back to Amanda’s phone call. It was after four by the time I managed to get home, construction and backed-up traffic on the Columbia River bridge. Dani called her back as soon as I came in the house, nothing anxious about her.
“It hasn’t been published yet, but I wanted to tell you before you saw it,” Amanda told us, “so ... both of you sitting down, your phone on speaker?” she asked.
Dani and I looked at each other, like ‘what the heck?’
“We weren’t, but we are now,” Dani told her, after we’d sat on the couch.
“Okay ... I suppose you know that this is always the time of year that the Academy Award nominations are announced,” Amanda said, “and you, my dear ... have been nominated for Best Actress ... you’re going to the Oscars!”
Silence.
“Can you repeat that?” Dani asked, “not sure we heard you right.”
Amanda laughed, “Oh, you heard me all right, but just to clarify, there are five nominees for Best Actress, you are one of the five. The movie was also nominated for Best Movie, Best Director, Best Cinematography, Best Makeup, and Best Original Song. Sunday, March twenty-first, you will be at the Dolby Theater in Hollywood. I won’t say that you’ll be there to accept your Oscar, but...”
She got off the phone, and Dani and I just sat there, looking at each other, hardly believing that that phone call was for real, yet knowing it was. Suddenly, Dani jumped up off the couch, practically ran into our bedroom, and seconds later was back with her laptop. Her fingers were shaking so badly that she could hardly type, having to backspace and correct over and over again. Finally, there it was, a list of 2021 Oscar categories, about an hour old. She clicked on ‘Best Actress’; Charlize Theron ... Daniella Shore - Second Chances ... Renee Zellweger, Scarlett Johansson, Saoirse Ronan.
Dani looked away from her computer, at me, “It’s real,” she said, “Best Actress, Best Movie ... We have to call the kids ... Mom and Dad, your parents, Jen.”
Dani still had her phone in her hand, she looked down at it, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably, no way could she make a call. I asked for her phone, she handed it to me, and I found Jodi’s contact, our daughter, clicked the green button and the speakerphone. She was in Pullman, Washington State University.
“Hi, Mom, what’s up?” Jodi answered in her cheery voice.
“Hi, Hon,” I interjected, “something have to be ‘up’ for us to call you? Can’t we just call cuz we love you?”
“Wellll, but you don’t, usually, there’s always some ulterior motive,” she said, laughing.
“Hon...” Dani spoke up, her voice still shaky.
“Mom ... you okay? You sound ... weird.”
I could tell, Dani was close to coming completely unglued, so I helped out, “Jo, Mom’s fine, she’s just having a little hard time talking right now, you’ll get why when she gets herself together a little better and can talk. Don’t be scared, it’s a good thing, but I want her to tell you.”
“Hon,” Dani was a little better, “you sitting?”
“Oookkayy...”
Dani took a deep breath, I held her hand, squeezing, “You can do this,” I told her.
“What is it? You’re being so mysterious,” Jodi asked.
“I have been nominated for ... Best Actress, the Oscars,” Dani finally said.
“ ... Mom!?”
I clarified, helping Dani out, she still wasn’t speaking so good, “Mom’s agent called us just minutes ago, Mom’s still pretty much in shock, there’s five nominees, your mom’s one of them, but what Amanda said ... she kind of hinted that she thinks Mom’s a shoo-in to win, can you even imagine ... win or not?”
Jodi sounded like she was in a state of shock like Dani still was.
We got off the phone, more calls to make.
Dani started to call Jon, but I interrupted her, “Let’s wait and drive over.” I checked my watch, he’ll be home from the store in another hour or so.
Dani groaned, “The math kids, they’ll be here in a little over an hour, I don’t know if I can do it tonight.”
Damn! So much for going to Jon and Tammy’s. “Sure you can, it’s what you love. I’ll call Tammy and ask her to be sure they don’t watch any news tonight, we’ll go over after your kids go home.”
So, I called Tammy, she was full of questions, none that I could answer, but I told her that we’d be over shortly after eight and explain all. “It’s a good thing so don’t be worried,” I told her, “just something we want to tell you in person.”
Then Dani called her mom and asked her to turn on her speaker so Dad could hear and be sure they were sitting. Moments later, she’d explained, and her parents weren’t even a little bit surprised. “We saw the movie, didn’t have any doubt that the Oscars were in your future,” her dad told her. “We are SO proud of you, Honey!” he added.
The next call was to my parents. Unlike Dani’s parents, Mom and Dad were aghast, totally blindsided. Those things simply do not happen to ‘normal’ people like us. I had to agree, but pretty much none of what’s happened since my coma has been normal.
Our last was to Jenny, who was awestruck, almost as shocked as Dani and I had been. She wanted to know all the details of Oscar night, none of which we knew, obviously.
It seemed only minutes later that the kids started showing up, four of the five that she’d been tutoring to help bring them up with their class, and I loved listening through the partially open door. Dani has such a way with kids. They laugh at her silly little jokes, and it seems that none of them are afraid to participate. She is so patient in her explanations that even I could understand them, and I was terrible at math.
Especially tonight, it amazed me how Dani had partitioned off the whirlwind in her mind about the Oscars and was able to interact with the kids as though nothing was different.
After their hour, the other group of four calculus kids had arrived, and Dani seamlessly switched gears and was on a whole ‘nother level. This time I didn’t understand a word of it, but the kids did, and they seemed to be loving it.
I know that Dani would have loved to get back in a real classroom, but with her ‘distractions’, I feared that would never happen. These kids, though, they didn’t seem affected by any of that.
After the kids left, shortly after eight, Dani was eager to get to Jon and Tam’s. It had cooled off earlier in the day, down to the mid-thirties, nothing like it had that Thanksgiving weekend, and it was starting to spit snowflakes when we piled in the new truck.
Jon and Tammy were anxious by the time we arrived, telling them to not turn on the news had certainly piqued their curiosity, a bit of worry too. We sat on the couch, and I let Dani take the lead. She pulled up the website that she’d found earlier and handed her phone to Jon, telling them to read it together. It was fun watching their faces change as they saw Dani’s name right behind ‘Best Actress’.
“Mom ... is that for real, you’ve really been nominated for Best Actress?” Jon asked
She nodded, “Amanda, my agent called shortly before I called you, the movie’s been nominated for five others too, including Best Movie.”
“Wow ... I don’t know what to say,” Jon said. Tammy reiterated the same thing, ‘speechless’ was her term.
“You know when the awards are?” Jon asked after he recovered, at least a little.
“March twenty-first,” she answered, “it’s in Hollywood and yes, your dad and I will be attending, a lot of other people from the studio too, it’s their first nominations, ever.”
I hadn’t thought about it before, but, “You know, Best Makeup ... that means April too, since she’s the head of makeup and did yours, it’s probably because of how she made you and Josh Brolin look so young in those first scenes, that was incredible, I thought.”
“Well, you WILL win, Mom, you deserve it,” Jon told her.
“I don’t know, I doubt it, you saw those other names, those women are real actresses, they know what they’re doing, and I felt like I was just stumbling around,” Dani said.
We talked about it for another hour until Dani and I decided to go home, and guess what ... by then the snow ... it was white outside, it had decided to dump, there were at least two inches and still snowing hard, big heavy flakes.
But oh my, it was beautiful outside, with the street lights reflecting off the snowflakes, and fresh white everywhere. I was glad we’d brought the truck, not that we’d have gotten stuck in Dani’s Mustang, it just felt so solid on the slick highway. Plus, Dani would have been more than a little upset if we’d skidded and put a scratch on her car. A dent would have horrified her.
Oh, I hadn’t mentioned it before, but we’d given the Accord to Jodi right after we got home from Tampa, it’s much nicer than the old clunker she’d been driving, and we’ve been concerned about her driving it between here and Pullman, about a hundred-fifty miles. Besides, we didn’t have room in our driveway for two cars, it would have been a pain in the ass, always blocking Dani’s from getting out of the garage.
That night ... it was fun making love with the ‘best actress’ of the year. Dani seemed to think so too, as she was quite animated.
It had apparently quit snowing shortly after we got home, by morning, there wasn’t any more snow, and what there was ... it was a dirty, sloppy mess, so much different than when we’d come home from Jon and Tammy’s. Then by noon, it was gone completely, what a disappointment. We love the snow, except not quite like it had been Thanksgiving weekend.
That day and what seemed the next forever, almost every customer in the store wanted to talk about Dani and her Best Actress nomination. It’s what happens when you have a small, family business and you take an interest in your customers, they become friends.
One thing out of the ordinary happened only days later, I think it was Monday the eighteenth, a team from a dress designer met us at the house to take pictures of Dani, take her measurements, and study her hair. Don’t ask me who the designer was, but obviously someone big, probably famous if you knew about those things. They were there probably three or four hours, but I had to leave for the store shortly after they’d arrived, right after they measured me for a tux. I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t be getting out of it this time, like I had for the premier. This was a bit bigger deal than that had been.
Dani told me about her experience later, how she’d had to disrobe completely, but at least it was women doing the work. They wouldn’t give her any clue what she might be wearing, as the designer would be working with the studio to design the dress. Dani and I hadn’t watched the Oscars for years, but we had looked at some of the pictures from the red carpet, some of which, the dresses were HORRID. We were both a little worried about what they might try to dress her in.
That evening, after they’d left, Dani called Amanda and expressed her concern. Amanda let out a little laugh before, “Honey, I know exactly what you’re talking about, I’ve seen them too. I’ll call the studio and let them know that any design has to be approved by me, it’s part of what you pay me that outrageous fee for. I will make sure that whatever they dress you in will be beautiful, not just some grand statement by the designer. But...” she added, “I’ve seen some of the work from this designer, and the studio picked well, I’m confident that whatever it turns out to be you’ll love it ... scratch that, I KNOW you will because I’ll have approved it first.”
Those next several weeks seemed surreal, with the studio getting Dani ready for the big night. Let’s see, there was a hairdresser that flew to Kennewick and spent most of the afternoon with her, cutting Dani’s hair just the way she wanted it, “We’ll trim again that day, but cutting it now and letting it grow back just a little will make it look more natural.”
There was a skin specialist, not a dermatologist but an esthetician, a skin ‘appearance’ specialist, who went over every square inch of Dani’s body, giving her different creams and instructions, freezing off a couple small warts.
We asked if all this was normal, “Honey, you aren’t getting ready for prom night, this is the Oscars, EVERY actress spends weeks preparing.
There was a dietician who gave Dani a very strict diet, a fitness expert who met with both Dani and Jenny, going over her exercise routines.
Through all of it, Dani kept her Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday evenings clear for her teaching. All-in-all, it turned out to be a VERY busy couple of months. There were a lot of frequent flyer miles earned by a lot of people flying to Kennewick to work with Dani, all for one night.