Chapter 2

Julie speaks:

I was one of three children. My two brothers are ten and twelve years older than I am. I guess I was kind of an accident, but my parents really loved me. I grew-up with a rather normal childhood. Looking back, I believe my parents gave me too much. Since I was the only daughter and the youngest, I got my way a lot.

Later when starting high school I was too spoiled. I can see it now looking back at the mess I made of my life. It's not something that I'm proud of. I'm just trying to explain to you how it was.

As a student, I was average. I got mostly C's but it wasn't because I wasn't smart. It was because all I wanted to do was party. You hear guys say how they used to party in school. They didn't do it alone. There were girls who partied also; I was one of those. I wish I could go back and change it all, but time machines are only in the movies.

For some reason I became rebellious. I really had no reason. I guess I was just a know-it-all teenager. I hung around with other party people. Unfortunately, I was pretty and knew it. I got dates and what I wanted by flirting and eventually having sex.

The guys I dated all wanted sex. I remember the first time I did it. I went out with Bill; he was a guy I had dated along with many others. I didn't want a steady boyfriend. They were just friends and I never felt anything special about them. On a few dates, I let Bill feel me up. It was kind of funny watching guys get hard because I let them touch my tits.

I decided I was going to give my cherry to Bill. It didn't mean that much to me and besides I kept hearing how good it was. Bill's parents had a pool, so one Saturday after his mom left to go shopping, Bill and I jumped in the pool. I had a little two-piece suit on that gave Bill a hard-on when he looked at me. I had to laugh.

We played around in the pool for a while and Bill began kissing me and touching my boobs. He was surprised when I didn't stop him and let him go further. I looked at him and told him this was his lucky day. He reached down and gripped my pussy. I had to tell him to take it easy. I didn't need any bruises.

We got out of the pool and I went over and laid on a chaise lounge. Bill pulled up a chair next to me and leaned over and started kissing me again and grabbing my breasts. I had to tell him to take it easy again. I didn't like just being grabbed. I was wondering where the love came in.

Bill slipped has hand into my bottoms and felt my small blond mound. I had it trimmed because of the bathing suit. I could see his cock become rock hard under his suit. He pulled off his shorts saying they were hurting him. I reached down and slipped off my bottoms.

I could see Bill was in some sort of never-never land. He asked me to suck on his cock. I told him no-way. Oral sex wasn't for me. There was no way I was going to suck a guy's cock. I did reach up and squeeze it. I've touched guys before but usually with their pants on. I could see wetness coming out through his slit.

He got in front of me as I spread my legs allowing him to put his cock against the entrance of my pussy. I guided his dick slowly into me. It was my first time and I didn't want him jamming it into me. He pushed forward and I felt a slight sting. I figured he just broke my hymen. I allowed more of his cock into me and then let go of it.

He started pumping in and out of me. It didn't feel bad but I was wondering what all the hype was about. I expected fireworks and all sorts of emotional actions. He kept pumping in and out of me and I felt him tighten up and felt his cum spitting into me. It felt somewhat good but was really nothing special.

I heard him grunting and making all kinds of weird noises. I figured there might be something wrong with me. Was he waiting for me to scream out or something? He was my friend and I really didn't want to embarrass him so I let out a moan and a grunt of my own. Honest to God, I just wanted him to think he gave me an orgasm.

His dick went soft and he got off of me, smiled and said, "You were awesome! I've never come so hard in my life. Damn, Girl! You're the greatest."

"You weren't so bad yourself," I smiled. Geez! What a letdown.

He got off of me and wiped off his dick with his towel, slipped his trunks back on and said he was going to go get us a beverage. After he left, I sat there for a minute and adjusted my top which I still had on. I looked down and saw this mess between my legs.

"What the Hell?" I said.

As I stood up, I had all this cum mixed with a little blood coming out of me and running down my leg. I wiped myself off as best as I could and went back in the pool. I cleaned off my legs and private areas and got back out of the pool, and put on my bathing suit bottom.

I'm going to say something here because it's true. It's not to hurt anyone's feeling. I just want to tell you how I felt. A guy comes and it takes a second for him to wipe himself off. For a woman, she has a hell of a mess to clean up. I learned that from now on, every time I would have sex, my partner would have to wear a condom.

I'd like to say it was because I was worried about catching a disease but I didn't even think about that. I figured my friends were all clean and that wouldn't be a problem. The reason for the condom was two-fold. For one thing, I didn't want to get pregnant. The other was that I didn't want the mess to clean up each time I had sex. I know that sounds immature for a girl of eighteen but it's the truth.

I was afraid of getting pregnant. I wasn't thinking about Bill coming so soon and when I felt him shoot into me, it was too late. Luckily, I did have my period the following week. I told myself that I would not have unprotected sex again. I know you're wondering why I wasn't on birth control. I didn't want my parents to know I was having sex. They thought I was the sweet innocent daughter.

I was still the party girl. I dated a few different guys and usually had sex with them. I found out that even though it didn't do much for me, it was a great way of controlling guys. They took me places and I never wondered if I would have a date. I know you probably don't think much of me and looking back, I don't much like what I was.

Guys for some reason always wanted blowjobs. I was not into oral sex. I thought getting on my knees between a man's legs and sucking his dick was very degrading. I wouldn't do it. A few dates didn't have condoms so they didn't get any. I would give a guy a hand job just to get him off.

On a scale of one to ten, sex for me was about a three. The guys I dated, I believe, put it at about a nine. So, I controlled my men through the sexual act. There were a few times when I reached a small climax but never the mind blowing, fireworks, seeing stars and screaming out that I've often read about.

I must have been a good actress; my partners all thought they gave me mind blowing orgasms. I wish it were true but it wasn't.

In my senior year about two months before graduation, my friend Valerie threw a party. Her parents were going to be away for two days on an anniversary trip. They told Valerie she could have a few girlfriends over one night.

My parents checked with Valerie's parents and, of course, I spent the night. Valerie invited two other girls and about ten guys over to party. I had been with about four of them. One of the other guys was Valerie's boyfriend Ted.

Everyone showed up and the guys brought tequila, and we all began drinking. Usually I watched how much I drank but I knew I wasn't going home after the party. We played music and we were all drinking and dancing. I knew I had already had too much to drink, but it was a party. I could feel the guys taking a few liberties and feeling me up while we were dancing. I thought I had it well under control. One guy pulled out a couple of joints and everyone was trying it.

I had never smoked weed before but when they passed it to me, I took a big puff and coughed. The guys were laughing and told me to try again. This time they told me to hold it in my mouth and blow it out through my nose. Whoa! What a feeling. I took a few more hits and I don't remember much after that.

I woke up the next morning naked in the middle of Valerie's bed. I had dried cum all over my body. My breasts were covered and my blond bush was matted with cum also. I had this horrible taste in my mouth. I knew then that I was gang-banged and someone even came in my mouth.

The worst part was that no one must have used a condom. I quickly got up and my legs ached as well as my head. As I walked to the bathroom, I saw Valerie and Ted sleeping in her parents' bed. I jumped right in the shower and scrubbed my body. I looked in the vanity for some kind of douche; I found one and used it. I needed to get that cum out of me.

I was in the shower for about a half hour when Valerie came in to pee. I yelled at her for letting this happen. She told me that she figured I let it happen and that she was busy making love to Ted.

"Val, how many guys took me and who were they?"

She told me, "Julie, as far as I know everyone but Ted. Most of them did you more than once. I heard you scream out a number of times. You were quite the party girl," she laughed

I didn't think it was funny. I was pissed, but how could I blame Val. No one forced me to drink or smoke weed. As far as I know, no one forced me to have sex either. I did decide that I would never put myself in that kind of situation again. I also decided that I wouldn't date any of those guys again. The ones that had taken me out knew about my no oral sex and condom rules.

The following week at school Bill came up to me and I told him to get lost. He tried to apologize but I wasn't listening. It went about the same with the other guys I had dated. For the next month or so, I just tried to get my grades up high enough for graduation.

It was two weeks before graduation when I was sitting on my bed when my mom came into my room and asked me what was the matter. "Julie, is there a problem? You look like you've been crying."

I wasn't sure how to tell her so I came out with it. "I'm sorry, Mom; I might have a big problem. I missed my period. I'm always on time and I'm past due by a couple of weeks."

My mom gave me that look. You know, the one that said you had unprotected sex.

"Julie, God why? If you thought about having sex, why didn't you talk to me about it? I would hate to see you go on the pill and be promiscuous but at least you wouldn't get pregnant. Wait here while I go to the drugstore and get a pregnancy test. Maybe we'll get lucky and it won't be positive."

I waited for mom to come back. I was worried. What if I was pregnant? I didn't even know who the father was. What would I say to my mom? God, I was scared.

Mom came back and I took the test. It came out positive; I was pregnant. I started crying and my mother wrapped her arms around me. Why? Why was I so stupid? I didn't even care that much for sex and look what I was putting myself and my mother through. I continued to cry.

"Mom, I can't have a baby. What am I going to do?"

"We'll work it out, Honey. Are you in love with the father?"

"No, Mom, I'm not. I just did a stupid thing and I don't love him at all. I don't even want him to know. Please, Mom, tell me we can fix this."

She knew I was asking her to let me get an abortion. We talked about it and we decided I would get an abortion shortly after graduation. I wasn't showing at all, and we weren't going to tell anyone but my father. I knew it would hurt him but mom wasn't going to hide it from him. We didn't even tell my brothers.

At our graduation, I cried as I received my diploma. People thought it was because I was so happy, but the fact was, I wasted my high school years and would be starting my new life off by having an abortion.

Shortly after the graduation, my mom told everyone that she was taking me on a week's vacation, just the two of us to a spa as a graduation present. We actually did go to a spa but we stopped at an abortion clinic on the way.

When we left, I hugged my dad and told him how sorry I was, and asked his forgiveness. Here I was their only daughter leaving to go and abort their future grandchild. It wasn't an easy decision for any of us.

I promised both of my parents that I would never put them through anything like this again ever. After the operation, I really did have an empty feeling. I didn't know if it was physical or mental. I knew it was one decision that I would have to live with forever and never make again: the loss of my own child. I didn't even want to know the sex but I overheard a nurse tell my mom she thought is was a girl. I cried.

Mom and I went away for the week. We actually had a nice time together. I probably grew up more that week than the rest of my entire life. We discussed life in general and dating. I told her the sex wasn't even that good. Mom told me we should have had talks like this more often and we might have saved a crisis.

"Julie, wait for the man that you love. He is out there. You'll know the difference when you make love to him. There will be little fireworks, believe me."

I never told my mom that I had been with a number of guys and I never felt much of anything.

After we returned home, I went job hunting. My grades weren't good enough for college and I didn't have the finances anyway. I had to prove myself to my parents. I got a job at a fast food restaurant. I had to learn to make a living. I know it was a menial job but at least I showed them I was trying.

I stayed with my job. I really didn't like it but I needed experience doing something. No one was going to hire a high school student with a C average for anything important.

A few of the guys I had dated asked me out. Once they found out I wasn't giving out anymore they stopped asking. I didn't care; I wasn't making the same mistakes again.

After about six months or so, my mom told me that the large department store was looking for cashiers and salespeople. Her friend Mrs. Dickerson was the human resource person in charge of hiring. She had called her and Mrs. Dickerson agreed to give me an interview.

This would be a nice place to work. It paid a higher wage and the further up the ladder you go, the more benefits. I would be lucky to get a job there.

I took my resume and waited to be called into the office. I dressed in a nice blouse and skirt. My mom made sure I looked like a salesperson. I had to laugh; mom was so funny giving me all this advice. I knew she wanted me to make a good impression since Mrs. Dickerson was a friend of hers and she got me the interview.

"Please come in, Julie," spoke Mrs. Dickerson.

We went in her office and she offered me a seat. I sat very quietly while she looked through my resume.

"Julie, I gave you this interview because your mom has always been a good friend of mine. I have to be honest with you. You're a very beautiful young lady and our company looks for top-notch people. However, your school records show me that you never really tried. Your grades are fair at best; you didn't belong to any groups or organizations. You weren't even part of the band or choir. Please explain to me why I should take a chance on you?"

"Mrs. Dickerson, I'll be the first to admit I didn't buckle down and study like I should have. It's something that I can't change. I have taken a job in a fast food restaurant to prove that I want to work. I haven't missed a day or even been late. I know it might not mean much, but I was named employee of the month twice since I started. I want to better myself and I'm willing to work hard to achieve it.

"I need a chance to prove I can do it. All I can do is promise you that if I'm giving the opportunity, you won't regret it."

"That was a nice speech, Julie. I'm still not totally convinced but I'm willing to give you an opportunity to prove yourself. I have a suggestion if you are willing to do it.

"What is it, Mrs. Dickerson?" I asked.

"We have an opening in the stock room. It starts out at minimum wage. I know that's what you are making now. My suggestion is that you go to night school and take two courses. One is salesmanship and the other is marketing. Each course is ten weeks long and you have to go three times a week.

"We will adjust your work schedule to accommodate for the schooling. You have to pass each class with a minimum of a C+. If you do this, we will refund the money for the courses and will promote you to the cashiers' level with a raise of three dollars an hour. Of course you can even go higher depending on your work record."

I think I had tears in my eyes when I thanked Mrs. Dickerson. "I promise I won't let you down," I said.

I could see a smile from Mrs. Dickerson as she said, "Good luck to you and say hello to your mom for me."

When I got home, I told my mom and dad about my interview. I asked them if they could loan me the money for school and that I would give it back to them when the store refunded it. They didn't think twice about helping me out. They smiled and told me to work hard and everything would be fine.

The following Monday I started my new job. I had to sort out material and help put stock out for the cashiers and other workers to price. It was a week later that I started night school at the local college taking Salesmanship. I was going to buckle down and do this. I had wasted away enough of my life.

It was about a month later when after class I went into the cafeteria to get a bite to eat. As I was eating my sandwich, I looked up and saw another student staring at me. I figured it was a student since he had his books open and appeared to be studying.

He kept smiling at me and I couldn't help smiling back. He got up and got himself a beverage, and stopped at my table and asked if he could join me.

"Hi. I'm Shawn Ward," he smiled as he sat down.

"I'm Julie, Julie Cass. Pleased to me you," I said. "Are you a student here?"

"Well, yes and no. I work at the factory and have been taking night classes for a couple of years learning to be an electrician. What about you?"

"Kind of the same thing," I smiled. "Not to be an electrician but I'm taking courses in stuff to help me in the department store. I work there during the day."

"I'll have my certificate in electrical work at the end of the semester. Hopefully it will open some doors for a better future," he said.

"Me too," I said. "Once I finish the courses, I'll get a small promotion. I guess we're both after a better life," I smiled.

He told me it was nice meeting me, but he had to get back to his studies. He hoped to see me again.

From that day forward, I went to the cafeteria after each class. Shawn and I became good friends and he asked me out on the weekend. We began going out just about every week. It was something how he grew on me. We would go to the movies, ball games and even went bowling together. He was so much fun to be with.

The first time he kissed me, I felt something. Was it a spark, or was I just hoping it was? It was two months later before he tried to touch me. At first, I let him and I have to admit I liked it. He massaged my breasts through my blouse. He didn't try to maul them but a very light touch. He wanted to go further as he undid two buttons on my blouse.

"Please, Shawn, not yet," I said.

I couldn't believe he did back off. He told me to let him know when I was ready. It was about another month after seeing a movie that we sat in the car and he was gently rubbing my breasts through my blouse. I watched as he undid the top button.

We looked at each other eye to eye. He could see I wasn't stopping him as he undid my blouse. As he undid the clasp on my bra I said, "Shawn, no farther than my breasts, please."

He was wonderful. He massaged each one and then he sucked on each nipple. He reached into his soda glass and pulled out an ice-cube, and rubbed it over each nipple. I shuddered with the cold feeling from the ice cube. I honestly felt like he was making love to my breasts.

"I'm falling in love with you," he said. "I've never fallen for anyone so quickly."

"I really care for you too, Shawn. I don't think I've ever met a man like you before."

We kissed and I buttoned up my blouse and he took me home. I knew I was falling in love with him. He was so different from any other guys I have ever dated. I was wondering if he just might be the one.

We continued dating and were falling deeper and deeper in love. I brought him home to meet mom and dad and they both liked him. When he took me to meet his parents, his dad looked at me and said I was too cute for him. He always made me laugh. Shawn's mom was a nice woman but I could see she watched over her son. I could tell she wanted the best for him. I decided I was going to be that woman.

I had received an A in Salesmanship and was on my way to an A in Marketing. Mrs. Dickerson said as soon as I finished the course, which was a couple of weeks away; the cashier's job was waiting for me.

I mentioned it to Shawn and since we were both getting our certificates at the same time we decided we would celebrate. He was going to take me to dinner and dancing. It was going to be our special night together.

It was about three weeks before our certificate ceremonies that Shawn said he was moving into an apartment. He asked me to help pick out the furnishings. He needed a woman's point of view.

We went shopping and bought a bedroom suite and some furniture for the living room. He had a lot of the things like a TV set and his parents and even my parents gave him little things to help him get started. Between the two of us, it was like setting up housekeeping. A week before our special date he moved into his apartment.

I dressed up for our celebration date. I wore a silky blue blouse and a black skirt with a slit way up the side. I shaved my legs so I didn't have to wear pantyhose. My mom looked at me and I think she saw love in my eyes.

"Honey, have a nice time tonight but please be careful."

"I will Mom. Mom, I do care for him. When he kisses me, I feel different." I smiled at my mom.

Shawn picked me up and he had flowers and a box of candy. Mom answered the door and almost laughed. "Hi, Shawn. She's almost ready," as she invited him in.

When he saw me, his mouth almost fell open. "You look great! Here, these are for you," he said as he handed me the flowers and candy.

We went to the restaurant and ordered dinner. Afterwards we went into the lounge and danced. I wasn't old enough but we both had a drink. I guess all dressed up I looked older. After talking and dancing, we were sitting in our booth.

He pulled out a ring. "Julie, I know we haven't known each other that long but I love you so much. I want to be with you always. Will you marry me?"

I know I had tears in my eyes. Thinking about my past I said, "Shawn, I love you but you don't know anything about my past. I wasn't the..." He interrupted me.

"Julie, I love you. I'm not worried about the past. My past wasn't the greatest either. All I'm worried about is the future. Will you share it with me and be my wife?"

I said it. "Yes, Shawn, I'll marry you. I love you so much."

We left the lounge and went to his apartment. We kissed and this time I didn't stop him from going further. He had my blouse off and was kissing my lips and working his way down my neck. I leaned back on his couch as he began to suck on my nipples. He was so gentle and caring. I was getting hot. I actually wanted him.

"I want to make love to you," he said, as he pulled me up and led me into the bedroom.

"Shawn, I want you too but you must wear a condom. At least till we get married."

He opened his nightstand and pulled out six condoms. "Will this be enough for tonight?" he laughed.

I couldn't help laughing. He came to me and kissed me again. He undid my skirt and it dropped to the floor. I was standing there in only my panties. I began to unbutton his shirt. It was the first time that I remember helping a man undress. He undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor.

We both were in our underwear as he lay on the bed. I was so used to guys squeezing my mound and then going for the fuck. Shawn was nothing like that. He kissed me time and time again. He made love to my tender breasts with gentle touches. I was getting turned on.

He moved lower and was licking my belly. I heard myself moan when he licked and kissed the little blond fuzz below my belly button. I wanted more and received it as he slipped off my panties and buried his face in my muff. I felt him kissing my clit. It felt so great. Other guys never took the time to do these things to me. It was always a little finger fucking and then they would stick their dick in me.

Shawn made love to my pussy. I held my lips open for him as he darted his tongue in and out. I was feeling little mini-climaxes as he kept eating me out. I never wanted it to stop. I almost felt empty when he sat up.

He pulled off his briefs and reached for a condom. I don't know why I did it but I sat up and kissed his cock. I took just the head in my mouth and sucked it for a few seconds. Then I lay back down.

He got between my legs and gently pushed his condom-covered cock into me. I know I was soaking wet. I've never felt this way before. I felt a climax in just a few seconds after he entered me. I couldn't believe it.

He was smiling at me and the climax didn't go away. It went on and on. I've never felt anything like it. I could actually feel my pussy pulsating around his cock. I felt him come into the condom. I thought about the day when I would feel him coming in me.

We were both wet from our climax. He climbed off me and went into the bathroom to disposed of the condom, and he came back with a towel and began patting my wet skin. God, I've never been with anyone like him! I did want to spend the rest of my life with him.

We told our parents about our engagement, and were married in a small ceremony a few months later. We lived in his new apartment, which was now ours. Life was great. We had both finished our classes and I got my job as a cashier. Shawn was making good money and waiting for an opening in the electrical department where he worked.

We lived in a somewhat large apartment building. Most of the other residents were older people. There were a lot of retirees. Shawn was lucky that his name came up on a waiting list. There was one other younger couple living there. They were a few years older than us. Mario worked in a Mexican restaurant. His partner - they weren't married - was a beautiful woman named Maria. They had two kids and lived in an apartment near the back of the building.

I met Maria one day in the community laundry room. She was extremely pleasant to talk to. I was a little jealous of her because she seemed almost exotic. I knew that Shawn would sometimes watch her when she was outside with her kids. I always wondered what he thought of her.

I didn't care as much for Mario. He was a good-looking man but I think it went to his head. Whenever he saw me alone outside, he would approach me and it was like he was trying to put the make on me. He didn't really come out and say anything but a woman knows when she is being hit on.

When the four of us were together, we got along fine. Mario acted a bit different when Shawn wasn't around. Maria and I talked often. I remember telling her what a good lover Shawn was. How he always made love to me and not just sex.

I remember Maria laughing and saying, "Julie, you're still newlyweds; wait and see if he acts the same months or years from now. Mario used to treat me better until after the kids were born."

That was something else I didn't like about Mario. He never did anything with his kids. He didn't beat them or anything, but he would always yell at them and tell them to leave him alone. I thought he was a terrible father.

Every once in awhile Shawn would put on a porn tape; I asked him what he got out of it because you could see how phony the acting was.

"Honey, I get good ideas on how to make love to you. I used to read erotic type stories but it is better to watch it than read about it," he laughed.

About that time the girl on the tape was about to take it up the ass. I looked over at Shawn. "Don't you even think about it," I laughed.

We did try it one time and he got the head of his cock in my ass but it hurt too much. When I told him it hurt, he stopped right then. Shawn never wanted to hurt me. He really was a good lover.

I asked him how much he had to pay to rent these porn movies, and he told me he borrowed them from Mario. He had a whole collection of porn tapes. Why didn't that surprise me?

Shawn wanted to throw me a twenty-first birthday party. It was supposed to be a surprise but I knew something was up when he said we were going over to my parents' house and he even invited Mario and Maria. What an airhead, and they called me the dumb blond!

I acted surprised because I didn't want to hurt his feelings. The party was fun and mom made all kinds of food. Shawn's parents and his sister came too. Everyone kept my drink glass full. I began to feel it pretty early. I cut back some but I knew I had drunk too much.

The party ended rather early. Mom told Shawn to take me home and make sure I got some rest. After the air hit me, I felt pretty good. When we got back to the apartment, Mario said it was too early to end my birthday party and suggested we continue in our apartment.

Shawn thought it was a good idea. No one would have to drive home and we could party till we dropped. I have to tell you that at that point I didn't care. I was having fun and my guard was completely down.

Mario went and got some tequila and put on one of his porn tapes. I never watched porn with anyone but Shawn but he didn't seem to care so I didn't either. We were drinking and watching the tape when Mario lit up a joint. He took a puff and then said to give it to the birthday girl. I took a couple of long drags and I was in kind of a twilight zone.

We all took another hit and then I felt Shawn undoing my pants. I mentioned to him that we had company but he didn't seem to mind as he slid his hand down in my panties. It felt good.

I looked over and Mario was looking at me and Shawn while he pulled Maria's top down over her breasts. Damn! Was she built. I saw Shawn look over at her. I wanted his attention so I got off his lap and he pulled my jeans off. I didn't care who was watching us.

Mario had Maria's skirt off and sat her on the couch next to me. There we were, Maria and I naked, and Shawn and Mario were playing with our bodies. We lay down on the floor and the men stripped and began to fuck us right there on the floor.

After a few minutes, Mario reached over and grabbed my breast. Shawn didn't say a word. A minute later, I heard Mario say, "Let's switch," and they did.

Shawn got up and started fucking Maria. Mario was plowing his hard cock into me. It wasn't the loving that I was used to from Shawn. Mario just fucked hard and hurt my breasts when he squeezed them.

I didn't know how long we all went at it but I saw Shawn take his cock out of Maria and shoot his cum all over her tits. She began to rub it around her skin. I really wasn't enjoying Mario at all. I had enough wits left that I started grunting and moaning like I was reaching a orgasm. In truth, I was just trying to get Mario to come.

He squeezed my breasts and it hurt so I yelled out. He must have taken it as an orgasm and shot his cum deep in me. He didn't pull out like Shawn did. I looked over at Shawn, and Maria was sucking on his cock.

The next thing I knew, Shawn had gotten up and went into the bathroom. Mario pulled his cock out of me and wiped it on my bush like I was a common whore. Mario looked at me and said he knew it was just a matter of time before he fucked my young pussy.

Shawn came out of the bathroom and told them to go home. Mario made some snide remarks and Shawn went to an end table and took out his gun.

"Shawn! Please put the gun away. No one put a gun to our head and made us have sex," I said.

"Easy there, Buddy," said Mario. "Julie's right." Mario and Maria quickly got dressed and left.

I knew that Shawn was hurting in his heart. I could easily forget about the sex with Mario because it meant absolutely nothing to me, but I needed to console Shawn.

"Honey," I said. "It didn't mean anything to me. It was nothing but a fuck. Please take me in the bedroom and make love to me."

It's exactly what we did. We went into our bedroom and Shawn gently massaged my breasts, and when he entered me, it was nice and gentle. I wanted him to know that he was my man and I told him to take me from the rear, doggy style. As he pushed his cock into me he pushed two fingers in my ass and pumped both his fingers and cock till we both climaxed.

Afterwards we both got into the shower together and washed each other's bodies. We then cuddled and went to sleep. I woke up to Shawn eating my pussy the next morning. I had to pee and when I returned, I rode his cock as he lay on his back.

The next morning after we got up and had breakfast, we talked about what happened. "Honey, I just went along with what I thought you wanted. It will never happen again, Shawn. I love you and only you. I don't need any other man," I said

In the next few days, things got back to relatively normal. We never talked about that night and we made love or cuddled most every night.

I got home from work one night and Shawn said that Maria had stopped by. Of course, I got mad until he told me he never let her in.

"Shawn, you said we weren't going to have anything to do with them anymore," I said.

"Hold on, Honey," said Shawn. "She stopped by to say that they were moving to Michigan. Mario is going into a restaurant business with his brother. So, they will be out of our life after this weekend. She never even came into our living room."

They did keep their promise and moved out. I was glad to see them go. I liked Maria, but after watching her fuck my husband, I didn't want anything to do with her. Besides, she let that asshole of a husband have me. For that, I would never forgive her. She was no friend of mine.

Life was good and we went on with our lives. We visited family or stayed home and made love. About two months went by when I realized I had missed my period. I took a home pregnancy test and found out I was pregnant.

I was as happy as I could be. This was exactly what Shawn and I needed to solidify our marriage. We were going to have a baby.

When he came home from work, I told him I had a surprise for him.

"Ok, what is it?" he asked.

"I'm pregnant! You're going to be a Daddy," I smiled.

"When? Where? How?" he asked me.

I remember laughing and saying, "Let's see, when was a few months ago. I don't know exactly till I see the doctor. I missed a couple of periods and took a home pregnancy test. Where could have been the bedroom, living room, kitchen or even the shower. How is because you made love to me a lot over the past few months," I smiled.

Shawn did bring up the one night I had sex with Mario. I told him, "No way is Mario the father of our baby. Shawn, we made love almost every night before and after that incident. You're the father."

"What if?" said Shawn.

"Please, Honey, don't ruin this time for us. You're going to be a Daddy," I said hoping to make him feel better.

We went on and our parents were so happy. They threw us a baby shower and we got just about everything needed for the baby. When I went to the doctor, he told me we were having a little girl. It even made Shawn tear up a little. The doctor did say the conception date was near my birthday but no way could he nail it down exactly. I told Shawn it was probably the week after my birthday to ease his mind.

The day of delivery, I called Shawn at work and told him to meet me at the hospital. My mom was taking me there. I was in my birthing room, which was also my room, since they do it differently now. Shawn came in and his parents came to see me too.

I was in pain but I was glad to share this experience with our families. When the pains got stronger, everyone left the room except Shawn and my mom. We were so excited; our baby was about to enter this world.

I grabbed hold of Shawn's hand and squeezed it as the baby pushed her way out. God, it hurt! I looked up and saw Shawn looking at my mom. He had a look of fright on his face. My baby girl was crying.

"My baby, is she okay?" I asked.

"The baby's fine," said the doctor as he handed my baby to the nurse.

The nurse cleaned her and brought her over to me. She had black slightly curly hair and had a dark complexion I looked up at Shawn; the baby was Mario's.

I was crying. What was supposed to be the happiest day of my life was turning into a nightmare. Shawn looked at me and said, "It's not my baby," then he walked out.

For the next few hours, everyone came in and wanted to know what happened. I cried over and over again. Family members were taking sides, some saying I cheated on Shawn while others would say I would never do that. After it quieted down Joyce came in to talk to me.

"Julie, I can't believe you cheated on Shawn."

"I didn't, Joyce. I love Shawn with all my heart and would never cheat on him. He knows what happened and he can tell you if he wants to."

"Are you going to keep the baby?" asked Joyce.

"She's my daughter. I would never give her up. She's my flesh and blood," I cried.

Shawn came back later and we argued about keeping the baby.

"Julie, if you give the baby up for adoption, I'll tell everyone you made a mistake and we can go on with our life."

"What? I can't believe what you just said. My mistake? What about your mistake, sharing me with another man? Why don't you try telling the truth, that we screwed up and we can go on as a family?"

"I can't raise a child that isn't mine. I'm sorry, Julie. You have to choose. It's the baby or me."

I couldn't believe that he would have me make such a choice. I was really mad at him now.

"Ok, Shawn, I've made my decision. I'm keeping my baby. You go ahead and do what you feel you have to do. Under no circumstances will I give up my child; not even for you, Shawn," I cried.

Shawn walked out and stayed at his parents the next two weeks. He did stop by but I told him unless he changed his mind there was no reason to talk with him.

Shawn told me he had applied for a divorce and I wasn't getting child support or alimony. I could fight it but his lawyer said all he needed was a DNA test. I told him I wasn't going to fight it. He could have his divorce.

He stopped by and packed a couple of suitcases of his clothes, and told me I could have everything else. He didn't need it where he was going. Two days later he left for Iraq; he never even said goodbye.

Life went on and I raised my Gina. I named her after my mother whose name is Virginia. My mom watched her while I worked. Shawn's mom stopped over to see us. She was such a nice lady. She told me she was sorry for what had happened and asked if we could still be friends.

"Mrs. Ward, you are always welcome here," I said as I hugged her. It wasn't her fault that her son turned into an idiot. God, but I still loved him. She did tell me that Shawn told her the story about Mario and Maria.

Three months later, I got the divorce papers and signed them. It was truly a dark day in my life, but life goes on. I got a letter from Shawn's lawyer explaining how to go after Mario for child support. He said that Shawn had asked him to help me.

I declined his offer. I didn't want Mario in my daughter's life. He was horrible to his own kids and I didn't even want him to know about Gina. We would make do with what we had.

I ran into one problem. Gina caught pneumonia and was hospitalized for a few days. We didn't have insurance because of the divorce and I would have to pay it out of my pocket. My parents helped me and child services helped out some. It kind of put us in a financial mess.

About a month later when I visited with Shawn's parents, they gave me a check for ten-thousand dollars. I cried and told them there was no way I could accept it.

"Julie, it isn't from us; it's from Shawn." I had to wonder why he sent it.

I cried even harder. It was enough for us to pay off the rest of our hospital debt. I accepted it and wrote Shawn a letter thanking him for helping me and Gina. God, I still loved and missed him. Life went on.