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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 11/29/2015
The Bride, the Wife, that was but Wasn't
Born 1954, M, from St Louis Mo, United StatesI couldn't wait; today was the day, the beginning of a life of fun and new experiences. The wedding was planned for just an hour away. She was a beautiful girl, long auburn hair, slim, almost too slim, small breasts and blue eyes. We had met in school; I was senior then and her just one of those newbie freshmen. I don't know if you could call it love at first sight, but it sure was attraction. That smile, that laugh in her eyes, and then to hear her voice sounded like a little birds song. We hit it off together from the start, from class to class I carried her books, we did study hall together, ate lunch together. Everyday on the way to school all I could do was think she would be there. We became best friends, talking about everything from weather to dreams. She was too young then to go on dates, her parents said not till she was at least 17. I didn't go to my prom because she was still too young. I found a summer job at the farm next to her families so I could find excuses all summer to get to see her and she would find ways to come see me.
I guess I was strange for I never once tried any thing sexual beside a kiss. When classes started the next year I went to the local Jr. College so I would be close by. I would find ways to get out of class in time to pick her up at the school and drive her home. I even started going to church so I could sit by her. In time I had won her parents over to liking me and then I became a regular. When she turned sixteen we started dating, we would go to the local drive in, or fishing, or just long walks across a field or through the woods. Life couldn't have been better, I decided on a two-year degree in Automotive Technology. That way I could marry her faster, for that was all that was on my mind, her being my wife.
She had a brother, he was a year older and they were very close and we liked each other a lot too. So he often would go places with us, and we made a great team finding things to laugh aboutb like the old lady who got her skirt caught in the door of her car as he husband pulled away it pulled the skirt right off. There she was trying to chase down the car in a pair of bikini underwear. I think we laughed and made jokes for months about that sight.
Soon as I got out of school I went to work with an older guy named Gus that owned a small gas station and repair shop. By the end of the first year he retired and sold the place to me. She would come down every day after school and work the register or go out and gas up a car. We already had a life together. I gave her brother a job, doing oil changes and fixing flats, and now he was doing tune-ups. I had expanded the station to include a really good parts store as well. So I wasn't rich by any means but I was making enough money that buying the two-carat diamond ring had not hurt me.
I bought myself a new pickup truck and her a little red sporty car that she loved while she was still in her senior year of school. I know in this time it will sound strange but I was still a virgin and here I was going to marry a virgin and we already had such a wonderful life together how could it get any better then this.
Her dad came in where I was doing the finishing touch to my tie. Now Rick, you best remember too always treat my baby girl good. I know you have a bit of a temper but son you know we love you as much as we do her. With that he gave me a big hug. My parents had died a few years before, and this was my family and had been for the past four years. He brother came in carrying with him a black pair of guy's bikini underwear. Thought you might need these tonight, and then he popped me on the shoulder in a way that friends do. I laughed with him and asked if he expected me to get back undressed and model those for him, then said oh man I can't do that might get you all hot. We both laughed, in a more serious tone I asked when we are going to get to see you get hitched to the post. He wiped his hands across his face the grease showing deep in the pores of his skin, no man I ain't ready for chicks yet, saving myself for one with money so I can quit working at your dump. I playfully popped him in the stomach, hey man that is going to cost you a raise.
It was time; I walked out to stand at the altar, her brother by my side as my best man, the wedding march started. The faces of our friends from church staring at me first then her as she started down the isle. Some faces with big smiles and some with that serious look, of do you two know what you're doing? There was Mrs. Peabody, who every one talked about when she wasn't around, since her husband had died she took on a hired hand and everyone knew he was doing more then just the farm work. Then there was the preacher's wife, short and fat and a crab, she was never happy about anything. The twins were there with their blond hair, what a shame, beautiful bodies but with faces that you would call 'get the bag' faces. The local storeowner and his wife, everyone in this room no doubt owed them money for everyone had a charge account with them.
My mind went back to my bride, her smile radiant, her hair fixed like I had never seen it before, pulled up in some kind of bun. The dress long and white and cut low, I realized it was the most cleavage on her I had ever seen, and I had to take my eyes off cause something was happening down below in the gallows that was going to get embarrassing fast if I didn't change my thinking.
I don't remember the words the preacher said in his very solemn way, funny how soon as church was over, he would be joking and laughing, but put a bible in his hand and all those dirty, or should I say shady jokes was gone as if they never were, and everything became a sin. Soon as he put that book down he became like every one else. I had once been ringing up his gas purchase when sexy Sally as she was known around town pulled up to the pump. Wearing one of those halter top things and shorts that were more like panties, climbing out and bending over putting the gas in her car, he had said. Man I could become a sinner and tap that lass. Of course if I was married to that crab he was, I might have had the same thoughts, but to me there was only one girl in the world that I ever thought about in that way. Many a night I lay in bed dreaming of what tonight would finally be.
The only part I really remember is when the old preacher said kiss the bride, I don't know why, but this kiss was different, the world, my world, our world just changed. My lips felt dry and I felt embarrassed to be kissing with so many faces staring at us. She didn't seem to mind at all, and all of a sudden half way though what I was going to make a peck her tongue shot in past my lips. It was the first time she had ever done that, and I forgot about all those faces in that moment, and that embarrassing something happened with out thought. I often wondered later if anyone noticed the old flagpole at full mast as we walked down the isle and stood shaking hands.
Our reception was a big thing, a whole town barbecue, after all I could afford it, money was not an object and for the size of our town not a big deal either. Old man Crites and his half dozen kids did all the cooking and the church ladies served the tables. I wanted this to be done, the flagpole had gone down but it was not far out of my mind either. She had took off the dress which was a good thing and now had on a tight tee shirt, maybe it was being married that made me see things I never noticed before. Those breasts poking out against the tight cloth and those jeans that hugged the back side, suddenly made me want to just get out of there and get her to the big city hotel room I had booked for our one night honeymoon. The station would be run by her brother tomorrow, no car repairs, just gas and parts I couldn't leave more then a day.
Somebody started playing some dance music and all of a sudden these entire tight butt Baptist were grabbing somebody else's wives and dancing. I had never danced but once or twice and here I was dancing with her. She smiled, and I whispered where did you learn to dance, I didn't know you knew how. She giggled, I am sure big boy, there are many things you will be learning about me you didn't know. Then she was kissing me again using that tongue and I was shocked out of my mind, I had never in four years seen this side of her. She dropped her hand and grabbed my butt and all her friends; those other girls from school and church were cheering her onward.
It was hard to explain but instead of the old flagpole going to mast this time, I felt embarrassed and like I was with one of the town tramps instead of the little miss prissy I thought I was marrying. She just laughed and told me to loosen up, have fun it was the first day of living. Next thing I knew she was being dragged off by Joey Blunt who was well known for making it with every girl that he ever took out and he had took out half the girls in town. She was up close to him dancing and grinding her pelvic into his. I didn't like it, not one little bit and started over to her, when Casey grabbed me, she was Joey latest girl friend and had one of those drop dead bodies, she started dancing and doing the bumps and grinds against me I forgot all about my sweet wife and Joey.
I don't know who spiked the punch but I am sure somebody must have because I don't remember a lot about the last few hours of the party. Just I had more free feels of boobs and butt then I had ever dreamed possible. Even the preachers wife and done the bumps and grinds on me and that soft cushion of blubber had not felt so bad, and with her smiling and laughing she had not seemed the crab I had always thought she was. OK, I'll admit it, she turned me on a little, well a lot, those big breast banging in to me smashing on my chest, that belly rubbing mine, OK, I know sounds sick, she was ten years older and I had this great wife, but gee with her body moving I felt all the heat from top to bottom on my whole body. And to make matters worse when the dance ended she slid her hand right down my chest to the front of my pants and said your wife is a lucky little girl and she squeezed my flag pole. Then just walked away, I looked around hoping no one had seen, but there was my new wife pulling away from dancing with her brother, I would of swore, but no I had to be wrong after all it was sort of dark now, but I thought his hand came out from under that tight shirt.
Part Two
The day was finally coming to an end; all I could think was, thank God. I was tired and the excitement of it all was still very real. I was not used to parties and I sure wasn't used to the ideal of being married.
As we made our way to her car, I wanted to take my trusted pickup but she had let me know in no uncertain terms that leaving the biggest day in our lives in a pick up was just not going to happen. We had never really had a fight and every argument up to that point had been small over trivial things. To me this was trivial too as I look back at it, but it was any thing but trivial at the moment. I loved my truck like a women loves her favorite purse or pair of shoes. It represented a bit of who I am, the dark blue color, the shinny chrome wheels, the gun rack in the back window. Even the inside was all about me, the leather seat covers, the chrome buttons on the stereo and what a stereo it had. I guess in away one might say that truck had been my boy hood dream. So not to leave the wedding in my truck, it seemed a sin in my mind, in hers that red sports car was every bit as important. Now I look back on it and I hate, like all guys, to admit she was right. We would have looked like a couple of red necks from the back woods and this was as much about her as it was I.
I was the one who gave in first in that argument and now I think about it I would say in every small dispute we had ever had. One of her girl friends, Sally, had once said when we were at the local ice cream shop that she had me wrapped around her finger. I strongly defended my self as to all the reasons this was not so, but it was. I have always taken the stand of being a lover not a fighter, in truth I had not been either. Just a hard worker and with a reason to want to work, I wanted this wife, and I hoped for those little kids running around the station getting in the way, someday.
So with all the kissing and hugging good-bye’s we reached her car, the rice throwers were having a ball, it looked like snow. Some one else had a ball too, putting ten strings of cans to the bumper, Just Married wrote in soap all over the car. I looked at her face, and she didn't like this drawing on her paint job and I got my own little dig in. Tried to tell you we should have brought the truck. I saw her cheeks even in the dimming evening light get a bit red but then a big smile. Your not going to start that now, are you; next time you get married you can use your truck. I laughed with her climbing behind the wheel, as we began to pull away the clanging of all those cans. Having to almost yell to be heard, I said next time, baby, this is a one-time trip, and don't you forget it. She rolled her head back on the seat rest and looking at me with the softest prettiest eyes I have ever seen. You better believe that, I wouldn't go through this again for a million good looking studs like you. With that she bent over and gave me a kiss.
I guess having been friends so long makes it easy to talk. For she was not a bit nervous acting about what in my mind was going to be heaven. Did you see that preacher, trying to feel me up? I laughed, no I was to busy fighting off his wife. Knowing I should cover for him, I said besides hon. he probably had too much of the punch I'm sure it was spiked. No it was not you nutty boy, it was just not every day he gets to grab a butt like this one. We did like most people do and I'm sure everyone leaving and heading home was doing, we talked more about others at the wedding.
Can you guess our surprise at Ole Willy the town drunk showing up sober. About how the Riddles boys didn't get in to a fight and that was a blessing from heaven. How Sister Martha boobs were about to fall out of that dress she wore. Then I crossed the line, why didn't you tell me you could dance like that? Her reply was simple, you never asked, but if I had stopped there all would have been well. I said, well looked like you and your brother were boy friend and girl friend. I never expected what happened next, the tears began to flow like a down pour on a hot tin roof. What did I say, baby I'm sorry, I was joking with you, why you are so upset over it. Because she shot back my brother and I are best of friends and always have been, we only have had each other to cling to and you go and try to make us into some kind of perverts.
I was shocked, I had not mentioned what I thought I had seen and here she was acting like I had cut her heart out. I didn't mean to do that and now I was begging for forgiveness with a passion and tears of my own. I pulled off the road and hugging her to me and kissing her forehead she forgave me but said please you know you're my love don't ever say anything like that again to me. I promised, still a bit shocked I got out and cut the cans off the car tossing them into the ditch. Littering is something I hated to see and with out a thought here I was doing a mass trash heap on the side of the road.
By the time I had got back in the car she was back to normal talking again about the wedding and how she had almost tripped on her dress. As she talked I was thinking about how lucky I was to have this girl as my wife. Loving and tender, and feeling more then a little guilty about my comment. After all had I not gotten a bit turned on with the preacher's wife, and I had to admit it, at least to myself, it had felt nice when she had grabbed my little pony.
She asked me how far it was to the city, and when I told her about an hour, she asked me to pull over again but get way off the road. Oh man, she can't wait till the hotel she wants to consummate this marriage in a hurry. Was I ever wrong and I felt so disappointed when she reached in the trunk and pulled out a shirt and blue jeans to put on? Well it wasn't all bad, I watched her in the mirror as she under dressed beside the car, I was even shocked to see her take off the bra, though I couldn't really see much in the dark light I noticed putting on the top, she didn't put a bra back on. I could see it more clearly in my mind, those little globes of flesh and dark circles on the tips. Of course I couldn't see any of that; she had her back to me the whole time. But I did see very clearly for it being night and all as a car passed by and the lights hit her bending over pulling up the jeans, what was it they call them thongs, underwear, the full round bottom naked except for that black or least looked black string going down the crack.
OK call me an insensitive man, but I couldn't help but whistle and ask her if she wanted to do a bit of fooling around. She climbed back in laughing saying I would get plenty time for that keep my pony in the corral. I didn't really pay much attention to the top because my mind was working on that backside view as I pulled back on the highway. She wanted to know if I noticed that car had slowed down when it passed and some guys were waving at her from the window. I had to admit I had been to busy looking myself to even think about the car, but sure was glad it had not been a cop. Would have been kind of bad to have gone to jail on our wedding night for indecent exposure. We both had a pretty good laugh about that.
We could see bright lights up ahead and a big beer sign glowing. Hey baby stop there. I said hey kiddo we are Baptist we don't drink and what if, she cut me off. We are grown now, on our own, and I didn't say anything about drinking, I have to go pee. I whipped off the road and parked right next to a big Ole pickup truck, she looked at me and wrinkled her noise and smiled, can't pass up those red neck toys can ya?
Soon as we got in side, as I was thinking God I don't want to be here, she walked right up to the bar, like a regular and ordered two big beers and off to the bathroom she went. I had never taken a drink in my life and far as I knew neither had she. I didn't even like the smell of this place, that foul odor of booze and the country song so loud was about to break my eardrum. Some guy about thirty I would say came up half drunk said, nice chick you got there boy, want me to teach her thing or two. I jumped up and drew back my hand making a fist and before I ever threw the punch he was gone. The bartenders, an older woman, said over my shoulder, don’t go starting any trouble here boy, if you don't want or like playing get the hell out of here.
My sweet bride returned just then, and for the first time I saw the blouse, or paid attention to it. Thin thing really, dark blue and cut low and open at top. I could see her nipples poking out and the cleavage showing. My pony was on the rise again, she had pulled it up and tied it just under those mounds of flesh and her belly was a blue green color in the light. I could see the dark circle of her belly button, then it hit me, so could every other guy in this joint. She walked up laughing, loosen up baby, have a good time it's our wedding night. She picked up her mug and I just sit dumb founded as she drank it down non-stop and ordered another.
I don't know what was working on me the most, this girl who sang special songs at church, that I had been her only boyfriend, who was so proper until earlier that day I had not even got a kiss with tongue and here she was drinking and dressing like a bar room hussy. If that wasn't enough she was dragging me off my stool and dancing, soon she swept away from me and was dancing with some guy old enough to be her father, and I was back on my stool getting madder by the minute and I am sure this guy was feeling her up, but it was hard to see so maybe I was wrong. I would have ended up going out there and getting my butt kicked to kingdom come, but this little blond came over and grabbed my hand and here I was dancing again. She too was dressed almost like my wife, low top, but white, no bra and long little pokers pushing out at me. She wanted to know what was going on and when I told her as we danced, she said to, lighten up and have a good time. The girl, my wife, was just enjoying being free from being a little girl. And I should grow up and be a man. That hurt so I yanked her close to me, the pony felt like a full-grown stallion now and I was pretty sure it was hitting this blond bimbo in the coral as we danced, cheek to cheek.
I don't know what time it was when finally left but my wife was so drunk she didn't seem to notice or care that her top had gotten tore and that one whole boob was out in the open. I wondered how that bruise had got there just above her nipple, she laughed said must of bumped it on the bar. The thought of Hickey never crossed my mind then but in later times it has.
No one could be more confused then I was driving on to the city, she went to sleep and in the quiet of the car I wondered if what the blond said was true. Had my wife decided to be something else, or was I being too hard because I don't understand the mind of a woman. Confused thoughts, but one thing I knew as she slept, her boob was hanging out, her hair a mess and even the foul smell of the beer. I love this girl, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.
Part Three
As I drove the remaining way to the hotel, she remained fast asleep. This gave me a lot of time to think. I would glance at her in the dash light and wondered to my self. How much did I really know about this girl I loved so much? All through we had dated the whole time I had gone to college and then when I bought the gas station. Still we never really talked about real things much. I guess though that is the way in most people’s lives as they date. We talked about wanting kids someday, about our parents, at least a little. But mostly small stuff like what happened at school. And once she started working with me it was about this funny thing or that, or about money issues and those kinds of things.
Like the day Mr. Pendleton pulled up to get gas and then came in and got a coke. Nothing so funny up to that point except when he left he got in Miss Roland's car and drove away. He was half way home before he realized he had taken the wrong car and came back. By that time Miss Roland had wanted to call the police and then she was yelling at him, not so much about taking the car as the gas he had used. She wanted him to give her ten dollars and he offered to refill the car but she wanted the ten dollars. She had been standing behind the counter laughing so hard when I came in from the garage that she couldn't even talk. I went out and filled the tank and gave her the ten dollars out of my own pocket to get her to stop yelling. Poor Mr. Pendleton was so confused I had to have her brother drive him home. He had went home early so she drove to pick him up, when they got back I wanted to know what took so long, because they were gone over an hour and Mr. Pendleton only lived about seven blocks away. I don't remember the story she gave me, but I think you may have doubts but you still believe even if things sound fishy because you love a person so much. Thinking about it now, I wonder what did take so long. Did they go home, or out for a little drive, or what.
I do know that she does not like her dad much; she respects him in public but does her best not to be around him much. I asked her one time about that and only thing she would say, he's a jerk. Yet every Sunday she went to church with them, till I started picking her up and later she would drive her car. I even asked her brother why she was always so hateful toward her dad and all he would say she just don't understand dad. I know the few times I had been to their house for supper or a Sunday dinner there was tension in the air. Her mother was always so sweet and kind just like her, her dad was aloof and would say little. Sometimes I got the feeling he didn't like me but her mother always told me I was wrong to think that. She would explain Daddy's and their little girls are just close and it's hard to give them up. I never saw any sign of being close with those two.
These things rumbled though my head. We never had really talked about personal things, like sex. She was always so in to the Bible and would just go to telling me how it was a sin to talk about such till we got married. Well now we are married and that show at the bar would make you think she was a regular slut. I was still shocked no matter how I tried to put it together in my head. This was my wife, showing her top off, dancing and drinking. This was the girl who had stood by those Baptist teaching of every thing is sin.
Well whatever doubts I had I decided to add them up to her just feeling the wind under her wing. Maybe it was a way to cover up her own fears of the life ahead of us. None of it mattered anyway, because I guess if she spit on my face and stripped off nude and got drunk and took on everyone in the place I would still love her. So I decided not to doubt her or our love for wasn't that cheating in a way.
Just then I saw the Hotel, it was the nicest one I could find in the nearest big city to us. I was sorry she was still sound asleep and not getting to see the big neon sign an all the cars. She liked things like this, the big city, and the hustle and bustle of it all. I knew that tomorrow she would be disappointed not to have been awake. Right now I had a bigger problem to deal with how was I going to get her to our room. I parked as close to the doors as I could and tried to wake her up, no luck, so I decided I best leave her asleep and go sign in.
I got the key and then went back to try again. Still I couldn't get her to wake up. Now what, how was I going to get her the tenth floor? Not that I was weak but I sure am not a muscle man either and carrying her through the door I might make but the rest of the way, no not going to happen. Then I got an ideal, there was a luggage cart just inside the door so I went and got it. Lifted her out of the car laid her on the cart, covered up her breast that was still staring God and me in the face with my jacket and rolled her in.
I guess if it had not been so late and if they had one of those fancy security systems with a guard I might have been suspected of bringing in a dead body. As it was no one seemed to notice anything? Once to the room, the room was huge and a big bed? I just rolled the cart right up to the bed and lifted her on top of the covers. Took the two small suitcases off and put the cart outside the door. I really didn't know what I should do, undress her or leave her as she was. I decided I was just too embarrassed to take her clothes off so I settled for covering her with the blanket and got undressed and crawled into my side of the bed.
This was the night I should have been exploring heaven and instead, I was looking at one bare breast. I guess that is not all bad, this was the first time after all that I had ever seen a full naked breast and the first time I ever slept with a girl. Well, unless you count the time my cousins came to visit when I was young and we all slept on same bed. But heck at that age who was interested in breasts or whatever else. I just remembered she snored, and not just a little.
Tonight I had a girl in my bed and the stink of beer breath. I decided I would rather have a snorer. I was so tired I soon fell asleep, if I dreamed I have no ideal of what of, just know when I woke up I was rested. The next morning the sun was up when I woke too the shower running, she was not in bed. My first thought was to go in the bathroom and see what I could see, but my head told me might not be the wise thing to do. So I got up and explored the room. The big color TV and the fine chairs, the coffee pot, well guess I should make coffee. So I did and then went on looking around. It sure was a long shower and by the time she came out I had the TV on and remote in my hand.
She was naked, standing there hair all wet hanging down but naked. Only in books had I ever seen a naked girl, it was beautiful, she looked clean and still moist and I was having a hard time speaking. She walked over as if this was an everyday thing and sit down on my lap. Hey big boy this is our honeymoon and started kissing, well that led to what I thought was going to be heaven. But time we made it to the bed, I didn't know what to do really, and she got angry with trying to explain to me what I should touch and how to touch and what I shouldn't do and all that stuff, till when the time came she just lay there like a old sack and waited till it was over. Yet she seemed happy enough, got right up and took another shower and then I got to take one. Time I came out she was dressed in jeans and one of the low tops that show a lot of cleavage and ready to go looking around the city and shopping. So for the rest of the day it was go to malls and shops and eating-places we didn't have in our small town. We had one more night and then the trip home, I was ready to try and do everything right this time. Because if there is one thing I knew it was me not her. I did ask at lunch at some Greek food place how she knew so much. She laughed at me and said; didn't you learn how to read?
The sun was going down and I was headed for the hotel the trunk full of things, most of which I had not seen. I carried it all to the room, she went in the bathroom came out thirty minutes later in a red see though top and short really short shorts. I had got undressed thinking she was getting ready for bed. What, is that what you are wearing to bed, she laughed told me to get my clothes on we had more parting to do before bed. I did as she wished but I wasn't feeling any too happy about it. My mind was looking for that heavenly bless and here we were going out again.
We got into the car, she choose to drive and off we went, she drove right up to a place called Joe's Party Palace. When I asked how she knew where this place was she said oh she had passed it last time her Daddy brought her to the city. Who was I to question her, so I smiled and said, I didn't even think you liked your dad enough to go anyplace with him. She smiled and said, I love my daddy, why would you think that. With that she was pushing through the door and me in toe.
Part Four
This bar was different then the one we had stopped at on the way to the city. Oh the smell was the same, stink of booze, but it was bigger by far and a fancy bar. The booths were nice big ones with high backs; the tables were formed in a big circle with the center area filled with dancers. I noticed off to one side a large arch door leading in to a poolroom. This place was packed and to my amazement a live band doing those country songs.
She walked again right to the bar, the bartender a younger sexy looking girl of maybe just legal age was taking her order. She grabbed my hand and led me to a table right up next to the stage that band was on. Oh baby don't you like that band? Who is he I asked, oh that is Kenny Bran and he is so cute in that cowboy suit. Then she was up and off dancing again. I sit there a few minutes starting to get mad, what kind of honeymoon is this? Yet the more I watched her the more I became amused, she really was sexy out there dancing and I know I don't dance that well. And who was I to rob her of a little fun away from that small hick town we lived in. I think I actually was smiling when a girl sit down at the table. She had long brown hair and that Loretta Lynn look about her. She too I noticed was drinking only a coke like me. She told me she was Kenny's wife Jan and we began to talk about his songs. She told me he would be finished in a bit and then Deanna Sand was going to be on stage and she was just an awesome singer.
When Kenny finished his last song he headed toward our table. As he sit down and we begin to talk, I lost my attention span as the beautiful Deanna walked on stage, she said something about singing a song by Jody Dickiens, To My Country Sway. I had never heard the song or of this singer, but she held my attention and I found myself tapping my foot to the song. I was enjoying this and when I looked around to find my wife I saw her in the poolroom shooting pool. I didn't even get upset when I noticed when she bent over you could see all there was to see up top, even that bruise was showing.
Kenny got to telling me about some problem with his bus and I said lets go take a look. My attention was caught for a moment of a flash of red with some guy heading across the parking lot. Then I thought how silly of me, couldn't be my girl cause she was playing pool and there were a lot of red tops inside the bar. The bus problem ended up being a loose wire. I guess time I found it and had it fixed we had been outside a good hour. When we came back in my girl met me almost at the door and put that beer breath in my face, I pulled back a little, but I was getting more used to it. Baby lets go back to the hotel now I'm done for the night. I told Ken and Jan bye and hit the door with gladness.
When we got to the room this time was not like the night before, she almost attacked me pulling my clothes off. She was more then a little wild and I got to admit I loved every bit of it. As we lay back on the covers I noticed she had another bruise this time the red welt was more on her shoulder. I said, how did you get that, she giggled and said I jumped up right into a pool stick can you believe how clumsy I am.
The next morning after we took our showers we loaded the car and headed for home. I admit I was glad to be going back to my routine and when we got home that is just what it was. Every day we would go to work, and then back home. I found out she didn't know how to cook so I did most of that and tried to start teaching her. She didn't put a lot effort into that and said she would rather go out to eat; after all we had enough money to do that.
After about a month of being home I forgot all about the wild side of this woman. Yet it was a bit funny when she started waking up sick, and would be late coming to the station. I got worried and made her go see Dr. Bass, he gave her the news and she came home with a big smile. Baby we are going to have that baby you want.
I was more then shocked, I thought she had been taking the pill but she said nope and never had. I was looking forward to the baby till one night when I went into the supply room she was in a big fight with her brother. I didn't hear all of what was said, but I heard him say how could you do that to us. I asked her that night when we got home what he was talking about and she said he was just mad because she had not told the family about the baby sooner. Something about that didn't seem right to me, and that caused me to start to think.
Over the next few weeks I got quieter and I guess grumpy. Seemed that our sex life was good now, about twice a week anyway and she seemed happy but all I could do was think about those bars. I had mentioned the bruise to a friend of mine, and his first words was sounds like a hickey to me, and then he walked in and started teasing her. She got red but didn't get mad either. Then I remembered that torn shirt, which she must have tossed because I never saw it again after the next morning. Then that flash of red in the parking lot, what if this baby wasn't mine at all.
The day came we rushed to the small hospital she gave birth to a beautiful little boy. I stood there thinking maybe I should ask the Dr. to do some kind of test; he might not be my baby. Somehow I couldn't do it. I looked at that baby in the bed and I loved it just like I love her.
Now all these years later, it was the only baby we ever had, I found my self once again standing in the hospital looking down at her older face. Tired and worn over the years, the cancer having drained her of her smile and loss of most of her once full hair. The sound of the heart monitor beeping, all I could do was thank God for the time I had with her. Our son was beside me, I never will know the truth and it does not matter because he is our son, though he does not look like me at all, what does that matter.
As she was taking her last breaths my holding to her hand, she said something I bent over and could barely make out the words, God for give my many sins and deceits but thank you for your blessings. And with that she was gone. I cried then and said my prayer too, thank you God for this woman and the time you gave us on this earth and for our son.
The Bride, the Wife, that was but Wasn't(Rich Puckett)
I couldn't wait; today was the day, the beginning of a life of fun and new experiences. The wedding was planned for just an hour away. She was a beautiful girl, long auburn hair, slim, almost too slim, small breasts and blue eyes. We had met in school; I was senior then and her just one of those newbie freshmen. I don't know if you could call it love at first sight, but it sure was attraction. That smile, that laugh in her eyes, and then to hear her voice sounded like a little birds song. We hit it off together from the start, from class to class I carried her books, we did study hall together, ate lunch together. Everyday on the way to school all I could do was think she would be there. We became best friends, talking about everything from weather to dreams. She was too young then to go on dates, her parents said not till she was at least 17. I didn't go to my prom because she was still too young. I found a summer job at the farm next to her families so I could find excuses all summer to get to see her and she would find ways to come see me.
I guess I was strange for I never once tried any thing sexual beside a kiss. When classes started the next year I went to the local Jr. College so I would be close by. I would find ways to get out of class in time to pick her up at the school and drive her home. I even started going to church so I could sit by her. In time I had won her parents over to liking me and then I became a regular. When she turned sixteen we started dating, we would go to the local drive in, or fishing, or just long walks across a field or through the woods. Life couldn't have been better, I decided on a two-year degree in Automotive Technology. That way I could marry her faster, for that was all that was on my mind, her being my wife.
She had a brother, he was a year older and they were very close and we liked each other a lot too. So he often would go places with us, and we made a great team finding things to laugh aboutb like the old lady who got her skirt caught in the door of her car as he husband pulled away it pulled the skirt right off. There she was trying to chase down the car in a pair of bikini underwear. I think we laughed and made jokes for months about that sight.
Soon as I got out of school I went to work with an older guy named Gus that owned a small gas station and repair shop. By the end of the first year he retired and sold the place to me. She would come down every day after school and work the register or go out and gas up a car. We already had a life together. I gave her brother a job, doing oil changes and fixing flats, and now he was doing tune-ups. I had expanded the station to include a really good parts store as well. So I wasn't rich by any means but I was making enough money that buying the two-carat diamond ring had not hurt me.
I bought myself a new pickup truck and her a little red sporty car that she loved while she was still in her senior year of school. I know in this time it will sound strange but I was still a virgin and here I was going to marry a virgin and we already had such a wonderful life together how could it get any better then this.
Her dad came in where I was doing the finishing touch to my tie. Now Rick, you best remember too always treat my baby girl good. I know you have a bit of a temper but son you know we love you as much as we do her. With that he gave me a big hug. My parents had died a few years before, and this was my family and had been for the past four years. He brother came in carrying with him a black pair of guy's bikini underwear. Thought you might need these tonight, and then he popped me on the shoulder in a way that friends do. I laughed with him and asked if he expected me to get back undressed and model those for him, then said oh man I can't do that might get you all hot. We both laughed, in a more serious tone I asked when we are going to get to see you get hitched to the post. He wiped his hands across his face the grease showing deep in the pores of his skin, no man I ain't ready for chicks yet, saving myself for one with money so I can quit working at your dump. I playfully popped him in the stomach, hey man that is going to cost you a raise.
It was time; I walked out to stand at the altar, her brother by my side as my best man, the wedding march started. The faces of our friends from church staring at me first then her as she started down the isle. Some faces with big smiles and some with that serious look, of do you two know what you're doing? There was Mrs. Peabody, who every one talked about when she wasn't around, since her husband had died she took on a hired hand and everyone knew he was doing more then just the farm work. Then there was the preacher's wife, short and fat and a crab, she was never happy about anything. The twins were there with their blond hair, what a shame, beautiful bodies but with faces that you would call 'get the bag' faces. The local storeowner and his wife, everyone in this room no doubt owed them money for everyone had a charge account with them.
My mind went back to my bride, her smile radiant, her hair fixed like I had never seen it before, pulled up in some kind of bun. The dress long and white and cut low, I realized it was the most cleavage on her I had ever seen, and I had to take my eyes off cause something was happening down below in the gallows that was going to get embarrassing fast if I didn't change my thinking.
I don't remember the words the preacher said in his very solemn way, funny how soon as church was over, he would be joking and laughing, but put a bible in his hand and all those dirty, or should I say shady jokes was gone as if they never were, and everything became a sin. Soon as he put that book down he became like every one else. I had once been ringing up his gas purchase when sexy Sally as she was known around town pulled up to the pump. Wearing one of those halter top things and shorts that were more like panties, climbing out and bending over putting the gas in her car, he had said. Man I could become a sinner and tap that lass. Of course if I was married to that crab he was, I might have had the same thoughts, but to me there was only one girl in the world that I ever thought about in that way. Many a night I lay in bed dreaming of what tonight would finally be.
The only part I really remember is when the old preacher said kiss the bride, I don't know why, but this kiss was different, the world, my world, our world just changed. My lips felt dry and I felt embarrassed to be kissing with so many faces staring at us. She didn't seem to mind at all, and all of a sudden half way though what I was going to make a peck her tongue shot in past my lips. It was the first time she had ever done that, and I forgot about all those faces in that moment, and that embarrassing something happened with out thought. I often wondered later if anyone noticed the old flagpole at full mast as we walked down the isle and stood shaking hands.
Our reception was a big thing, a whole town barbecue, after all I could afford it, money was not an object and for the size of our town not a big deal either. Old man Crites and his half dozen kids did all the cooking and the church ladies served the tables. I wanted this to be done, the flagpole had gone down but it was not far out of my mind either. She had took off the dress which was a good thing and now had on a tight tee shirt, maybe it was being married that made me see things I never noticed before. Those breasts poking out against the tight cloth and those jeans that hugged the back side, suddenly made me want to just get out of there and get her to the big city hotel room I had booked for our one night honeymoon. The station would be run by her brother tomorrow, no car repairs, just gas and parts I couldn't leave more then a day.
Somebody started playing some dance music and all of a sudden these entire tight butt Baptist were grabbing somebody else's wives and dancing. I had never danced but once or twice and here I was dancing with her. She smiled, and I whispered where did you learn to dance, I didn't know you knew how. She giggled, I am sure big boy, there are many things you will be learning about me you didn't know. Then she was kissing me again using that tongue and I was shocked out of my mind, I had never in four years seen this side of her. She dropped her hand and grabbed my butt and all her friends; those other girls from school and church were cheering her onward.
It was hard to explain but instead of the old flagpole going to mast this time, I felt embarrassed and like I was with one of the town tramps instead of the little miss prissy I thought I was marrying. She just laughed and told me to loosen up, have fun it was the first day of living. Next thing I knew she was being dragged off by Joey Blunt who was well known for making it with every girl that he ever took out and he had took out half the girls in town. She was up close to him dancing and grinding her pelvic into his. I didn't like it, not one little bit and started over to her, when Casey grabbed me, she was Joey latest girl friend and had one of those drop dead bodies, she started dancing and doing the bumps and grinds against me I forgot all about my sweet wife and Joey.
I don't know who spiked the punch but I am sure somebody must have because I don't remember a lot about the last few hours of the party. Just I had more free feels of boobs and butt then I had ever dreamed possible. Even the preachers wife and done the bumps and grinds on me and that soft cushion of blubber had not felt so bad, and with her smiling and laughing she had not seemed the crab I had always thought she was. OK, I'll admit it, she turned me on a little, well a lot, those big breast banging in to me smashing on my chest, that belly rubbing mine, OK, I know sounds sick, she was ten years older and I had this great wife, but gee with her body moving I felt all the heat from top to bottom on my whole body. And to make matters worse when the dance ended she slid her hand right down my chest to the front of my pants and said your wife is a lucky little girl and she squeezed my flag pole. Then just walked away, I looked around hoping no one had seen, but there was my new wife pulling away from dancing with her brother, I would of swore, but no I had to be wrong after all it was sort of dark now, but I thought his hand came out from under that tight shirt.
Part Two
The day was finally coming to an end; all I could think was, thank God. I was tired and the excitement of it all was still very real. I was not used to parties and I sure wasn't used to the ideal of being married.
As we made our way to her car, I wanted to take my trusted pickup but she had let me know in no uncertain terms that leaving the biggest day in our lives in a pick up was just not going to happen. We had never really had a fight and every argument up to that point had been small over trivial things. To me this was trivial too as I look back at it, but it was any thing but trivial at the moment. I loved my truck like a women loves her favorite purse or pair of shoes. It represented a bit of who I am, the dark blue color, the shinny chrome wheels, the gun rack in the back window. Even the inside was all about me, the leather seat covers, the chrome buttons on the stereo and what a stereo it had. I guess in away one might say that truck had been my boy hood dream. So not to leave the wedding in my truck, it seemed a sin in my mind, in hers that red sports car was every bit as important. Now I look back on it and I hate, like all guys, to admit she was right. We would have looked like a couple of red necks from the back woods and this was as much about her as it was I.
I was the one who gave in first in that argument and now I think about it I would say in every small dispute we had ever had. One of her girl friends, Sally, had once said when we were at the local ice cream shop that she had me wrapped around her finger. I strongly defended my self as to all the reasons this was not so, but it was. I have always taken the stand of being a lover not a fighter, in truth I had not been either. Just a hard worker and with a reason to want to work, I wanted this wife, and I hoped for those little kids running around the station getting in the way, someday.
So with all the kissing and hugging good-bye’s we reached her car, the rice throwers were having a ball, it looked like snow. Some one else had a ball too, putting ten strings of cans to the bumper, Just Married wrote in soap all over the car. I looked at her face, and she didn't like this drawing on her paint job and I got my own little dig in. Tried to tell you we should have brought the truck. I saw her cheeks even in the dimming evening light get a bit red but then a big smile. Your not going to start that now, are you; next time you get married you can use your truck. I laughed with her climbing behind the wheel, as we began to pull away the clanging of all those cans. Having to almost yell to be heard, I said next time, baby, this is a one-time trip, and don't you forget it. She rolled her head back on the seat rest and looking at me with the softest prettiest eyes I have ever seen. You better believe that, I wouldn't go through this again for a million good looking studs like you. With that she bent over and gave me a kiss.
I guess having been friends so long makes it easy to talk. For she was not a bit nervous acting about what in my mind was going to be heaven. Did you see that preacher, trying to feel me up? I laughed, no I was to busy fighting off his wife. Knowing I should cover for him, I said besides hon. he probably had too much of the punch I'm sure it was spiked. No it was not you nutty boy, it was just not every day he gets to grab a butt like this one. We did like most people do and I'm sure everyone leaving and heading home was doing, we talked more about others at the wedding.
Can you guess our surprise at Ole Willy the town drunk showing up sober. About how the Riddles boys didn't get in to a fight and that was a blessing from heaven. How Sister Martha boobs were about to fall out of that dress she wore. Then I crossed the line, why didn't you tell me you could dance like that? Her reply was simple, you never asked, but if I had stopped there all would have been well. I said, well looked like you and your brother were boy friend and girl friend. I never expected what happened next, the tears began to flow like a down pour on a hot tin roof. What did I say, baby I'm sorry, I was joking with you, why you are so upset over it. Because she shot back my brother and I are best of friends and always have been, we only have had each other to cling to and you go and try to make us into some kind of perverts.
I was shocked, I had not mentioned what I thought I had seen and here she was acting like I had cut her heart out. I didn't mean to do that and now I was begging for forgiveness with a passion and tears of my own. I pulled off the road and hugging her to me and kissing her forehead she forgave me but said please you know you're my love don't ever say anything like that again to me. I promised, still a bit shocked I got out and cut the cans off the car tossing them into the ditch. Littering is something I hated to see and with out a thought here I was doing a mass trash heap on the side of the road.
By the time I had got back in the car she was back to normal talking again about the wedding and how she had almost tripped on her dress. As she talked I was thinking about how lucky I was to have this girl as my wife. Loving and tender, and feeling more then a little guilty about my comment. After all had I not gotten a bit turned on with the preacher's wife, and I had to admit it, at least to myself, it had felt nice when she had grabbed my little pony.
She asked me how far it was to the city, and when I told her about an hour, she asked me to pull over again but get way off the road. Oh man, she can't wait till the hotel she wants to consummate this marriage in a hurry. Was I ever wrong and I felt so disappointed when she reached in the trunk and pulled out a shirt and blue jeans to put on? Well it wasn't all bad, I watched her in the mirror as she under dressed beside the car, I was even shocked to see her take off the bra, though I couldn't really see much in the dark light I noticed putting on the top, she didn't put a bra back on. I could see it more clearly in my mind, those little globes of flesh and dark circles on the tips. Of course I couldn't see any of that; she had her back to me the whole time. But I did see very clearly for it being night and all as a car passed by and the lights hit her bending over pulling up the jeans, what was it they call them thongs, underwear, the full round bottom naked except for that black or least looked black string going down the crack.
OK call me an insensitive man, but I couldn't help but whistle and ask her if she wanted to do a bit of fooling around. She climbed back in laughing saying I would get plenty time for that keep my pony in the corral. I didn't really pay much attention to the top because my mind was working on that backside view as I pulled back on the highway. She wanted to know if I noticed that car had slowed down when it passed and some guys were waving at her from the window. I had to admit I had been to busy looking myself to even think about the car, but sure was glad it had not been a cop. Would have been kind of bad to have gone to jail on our wedding night for indecent exposure. We both had a pretty good laugh about that.
We could see bright lights up ahead and a big beer sign glowing. Hey baby stop there. I said hey kiddo we are Baptist we don't drink and what if, she cut me off. We are grown now, on our own, and I didn't say anything about drinking, I have to go pee. I whipped off the road and parked right next to a big Ole pickup truck, she looked at me and wrinkled her noise and smiled, can't pass up those red neck toys can ya?
Soon as we got in side, as I was thinking God I don't want to be here, she walked right up to the bar, like a regular and ordered two big beers and off to the bathroom she went. I had never taken a drink in my life and far as I knew neither had she. I didn't even like the smell of this place, that foul odor of booze and the country song so loud was about to break my eardrum. Some guy about thirty I would say came up half drunk said, nice chick you got there boy, want me to teach her thing or two. I jumped up and drew back my hand making a fist and before I ever threw the punch he was gone. The bartenders, an older woman, said over my shoulder, don’t go starting any trouble here boy, if you don't want or like playing get the hell out of here.
My sweet bride returned just then, and for the first time I saw the blouse, or paid attention to it. Thin thing really, dark blue and cut low and open at top. I could see her nipples poking out and the cleavage showing. My pony was on the rise again, she had pulled it up and tied it just under those mounds of flesh and her belly was a blue green color in the light. I could see the dark circle of her belly button, then it hit me, so could every other guy in this joint. She walked up laughing, loosen up baby, have a good time it's our wedding night. She picked up her mug and I just sit dumb founded as she drank it down non-stop and ordered another.
I don't know what was working on me the most, this girl who sang special songs at church, that I had been her only boyfriend, who was so proper until earlier that day I had not even got a kiss with tongue and here she was drinking and dressing like a bar room hussy. If that wasn't enough she was dragging me off my stool and dancing, soon she swept away from me and was dancing with some guy old enough to be her father, and I was back on my stool getting madder by the minute and I am sure this guy was feeling her up, but it was hard to see so maybe I was wrong. I would have ended up going out there and getting my butt kicked to kingdom come, but this little blond came over and grabbed my hand and here I was dancing again. She too was dressed almost like my wife, low top, but white, no bra and long little pokers pushing out at me. She wanted to know what was going on and when I told her as we danced, she said to, lighten up and have a good time. The girl, my wife, was just enjoying being free from being a little girl. And I should grow up and be a man. That hurt so I yanked her close to me, the pony felt like a full-grown stallion now and I was pretty sure it was hitting this blond bimbo in the coral as we danced, cheek to cheek.
I don't know what time it was when finally left but my wife was so drunk she didn't seem to notice or care that her top had gotten tore and that one whole boob was out in the open. I wondered how that bruise had got there just above her nipple, she laughed said must of bumped it on the bar. The thought of Hickey never crossed my mind then but in later times it has.
No one could be more confused then I was driving on to the city, she went to sleep and in the quiet of the car I wondered if what the blond said was true. Had my wife decided to be something else, or was I being too hard because I don't understand the mind of a woman. Confused thoughts, but one thing I knew as she slept, her boob was hanging out, her hair a mess and even the foul smell of the beer. I love this girl, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.
Part Three
As I drove the remaining way to the hotel, she remained fast asleep. This gave me a lot of time to think. I would glance at her in the dash light and wondered to my self. How much did I really know about this girl I loved so much? All through we had dated the whole time I had gone to college and then when I bought the gas station. Still we never really talked about real things much. I guess though that is the way in most people’s lives as they date. We talked about wanting kids someday, about our parents, at least a little. But mostly small stuff like what happened at school. And once she started working with me it was about this funny thing or that, or about money issues and those kinds of things.
Like the day Mr. Pendleton pulled up to get gas and then came in and got a coke. Nothing so funny up to that point except when he left he got in Miss Roland's car and drove away. He was half way home before he realized he had taken the wrong car and came back. By that time Miss Roland had wanted to call the police and then she was yelling at him, not so much about taking the car as the gas he had used. She wanted him to give her ten dollars and he offered to refill the car but she wanted the ten dollars. She had been standing behind the counter laughing so hard when I came in from the garage that she couldn't even talk. I went out and filled the tank and gave her the ten dollars out of my own pocket to get her to stop yelling. Poor Mr. Pendleton was so confused I had to have her brother drive him home. He had went home early so she drove to pick him up, when they got back I wanted to know what took so long, because they were gone over an hour and Mr. Pendleton only lived about seven blocks away. I don't remember the story she gave me, but I think you may have doubts but you still believe even if things sound fishy because you love a person so much. Thinking about it now, I wonder what did take so long. Did they go home, or out for a little drive, or what.
I do know that she does not like her dad much; she respects him in public but does her best not to be around him much. I asked her one time about that and only thing she would say, he's a jerk. Yet every Sunday she went to church with them, till I started picking her up and later she would drive her car. I even asked her brother why she was always so hateful toward her dad and all he would say she just don't understand dad. I know the few times I had been to their house for supper or a Sunday dinner there was tension in the air. Her mother was always so sweet and kind just like her, her dad was aloof and would say little. Sometimes I got the feeling he didn't like me but her mother always told me I was wrong to think that. She would explain Daddy's and their little girls are just close and it's hard to give them up. I never saw any sign of being close with those two.
These things rumbled though my head. We never had really talked about personal things, like sex. She was always so in to the Bible and would just go to telling me how it was a sin to talk about such till we got married. Well now we are married and that show at the bar would make you think she was a regular slut. I was still shocked no matter how I tried to put it together in my head. This was my wife, showing her top off, dancing and drinking. This was the girl who had stood by those Baptist teaching of every thing is sin.
Well whatever doubts I had I decided to add them up to her just feeling the wind under her wing. Maybe it was a way to cover up her own fears of the life ahead of us. None of it mattered anyway, because I guess if she spit on my face and stripped off nude and got drunk and took on everyone in the place I would still love her. So I decided not to doubt her or our love for wasn't that cheating in a way.
Just then I saw the Hotel, it was the nicest one I could find in the nearest big city to us. I was sorry she was still sound asleep and not getting to see the big neon sign an all the cars. She liked things like this, the big city, and the hustle and bustle of it all. I knew that tomorrow she would be disappointed not to have been awake. Right now I had a bigger problem to deal with how was I going to get her to our room. I parked as close to the doors as I could and tried to wake her up, no luck, so I decided I best leave her asleep and go sign in.
I got the key and then went back to try again. Still I couldn't get her to wake up. Now what, how was I going to get her the tenth floor? Not that I was weak but I sure am not a muscle man either and carrying her through the door I might make but the rest of the way, no not going to happen. Then I got an ideal, there was a luggage cart just inside the door so I went and got it. Lifted her out of the car laid her on the cart, covered up her breast that was still staring God and me in the face with my jacket and rolled her in.
I guess if it had not been so late and if they had one of those fancy security systems with a guard I might have been suspected of bringing in a dead body. As it was no one seemed to notice anything? Once to the room, the room was huge and a big bed? I just rolled the cart right up to the bed and lifted her on top of the covers. Took the two small suitcases off and put the cart outside the door. I really didn't know what I should do, undress her or leave her as she was. I decided I was just too embarrassed to take her clothes off so I settled for covering her with the blanket and got undressed and crawled into my side of the bed.
This was the night I should have been exploring heaven and instead, I was looking at one bare breast. I guess that is not all bad, this was the first time after all that I had ever seen a full naked breast and the first time I ever slept with a girl. Well, unless you count the time my cousins came to visit when I was young and we all slept on same bed. But heck at that age who was interested in breasts or whatever else. I just remembered she snored, and not just a little.
Tonight I had a girl in my bed and the stink of beer breath. I decided I would rather have a snorer. I was so tired I soon fell asleep, if I dreamed I have no ideal of what of, just know when I woke up I was rested. The next morning the sun was up when I woke too the shower running, she was not in bed. My first thought was to go in the bathroom and see what I could see, but my head told me might not be the wise thing to do. So I got up and explored the room. The big color TV and the fine chairs, the coffee pot, well guess I should make coffee. So I did and then went on looking around. It sure was a long shower and by the time she came out I had the TV on and remote in my hand.
She was naked, standing there hair all wet hanging down but naked. Only in books had I ever seen a naked girl, it was beautiful, she looked clean and still moist and I was having a hard time speaking. She walked over as if this was an everyday thing and sit down on my lap. Hey big boy this is our honeymoon and started kissing, well that led to what I thought was going to be heaven. But time we made it to the bed, I didn't know what to do really, and she got angry with trying to explain to me what I should touch and how to touch and what I shouldn't do and all that stuff, till when the time came she just lay there like a old sack and waited till it was over. Yet she seemed happy enough, got right up and took another shower and then I got to take one. Time I came out she was dressed in jeans and one of the low tops that show a lot of cleavage and ready to go looking around the city and shopping. So for the rest of the day it was go to malls and shops and eating-places we didn't have in our small town. We had one more night and then the trip home, I was ready to try and do everything right this time. Because if there is one thing I knew it was me not her. I did ask at lunch at some Greek food place how she knew so much. She laughed at me and said; didn't you learn how to read?
The sun was going down and I was headed for the hotel the trunk full of things, most of which I had not seen. I carried it all to the room, she went in the bathroom came out thirty minutes later in a red see though top and short really short shorts. I had got undressed thinking she was getting ready for bed. What, is that what you are wearing to bed, she laughed told me to get my clothes on we had more parting to do before bed. I did as she wished but I wasn't feeling any too happy about it. My mind was looking for that heavenly bless and here we were going out again.
We got into the car, she choose to drive and off we went, she drove right up to a place called Joe's Party Palace. When I asked how she knew where this place was she said oh she had passed it last time her Daddy brought her to the city. Who was I to question her, so I smiled and said, I didn't even think you liked your dad enough to go anyplace with him. She smiled and said, I love my daddy, why would you think that. With that she was pushing through the door and me in toe.
Part Four
This bar was different then the one we had stopped at on the way to the city. Oh the smell was the same, stink of booze, but it was bigger by far and a fancy bar. The booths were nice big ones with high backs; the tables were formed in a big circle with the center area filled with dancers. I noticed off to one side a large arch door leading in to a poolroom. This place was packed and to my amazement a live band doing those country songs.
She walked again right to the bar, the bartender a younger sexy looking girl of maybe just legal age was taking her order. She grabbed my hand and led me to a table right up next to the stage that band was on. Oh baby don't you like that band? Who is he I asked, oh that is Kenny Bran and he is so cute in that cowboy suit. Then she was up and off dancing again. I sit there a few minutes starting to get mad, what kind of honeymoon is this? Yet the more I watched her the more I became amused, she really was sexy out there dancing and I know I don't dance that well. And who was I to rob her of a little fun away from that small hick town we lived in. I think I actually was smiling when a girl sit down at the table. She had long brown hair and that Loretta Lynn look about her. She too I noticed was drinking only a coke like me. She told me she was Kenny's wife Jan and we began to talk about his songs. She told me he would be finished in a bit and then Deanna Sand was going to be on stage and she was just an awesome singer.
When Kenny finished his last song he headed toward our table. As he sit down and we begin to talk, I lost my attention span as the beautiful Deanna walked on stage, she said something about singing a song by Jody Dickiens, To My Country Sway. I had never heard the song or of this singer, but she held my attention and I found myself tapping my foot to the song. I was enjoying this and when I looked around to find my wife I saw her in the poolroom shooting pool. I didn't even get upset when I noticed when she bent over you could see all there was to see up top, even that bruise was showing.
Kenny got to telling me about some problem with his bus and I said lets go take a look. My attention was caught for a moment of a flash of red with some guy heading across the parking lot. Then I thought how silly of me, couldn't be my girl cause she was playing pool and there were a lot of red tops inside the bar. The bus problem ended up being a loose wire. I guess time I found it and had it fixed we had been outside a good hour. When we came back in my girl met me almost at the door and put that beer breath in my face, I pulled back a little, but I was getting more used to it. Baby lets go back to the hotel now I'm done for the night. I told Ken and Jan bye and hit the door with gladness.
When we got to the room this time was not like the night before, she almost attacked me pulling my clothes off. She was more then a little wild and I got to admit I loved every bit of it. As we lay back on the covers I noticed she had another bruise this time the red welt was more on her shoulder. I said, how did you get that, she giggled and said I jumped up right into a pool stick can you believe how clumsy I am.
The next morning after we took our showers we loaded the car and headed for home. I admit I was glad to be going back to my routine and when we got home that is just what it was. Every day we would go to work, and then back home. I found out she didn't know how to cook so I did most of that and tried to start teaching her. She didn't put a lot effort into that and said she would rather go out to eat; after all we had enough money to do that.
After about a month of being home I forgot all about the wild side of this woman. Yet it was a bit funny when she started waking up sick, and would be late coming to the station. I got worried and made her go see Dr. Bass, he gave her the news and she came home with a big smile. Baby we are going to have that baby you want.
I was more then shocked, I thought she had been taking the pill but she said nope and never had. I was looking forward to the baby till one night when I went into the supply room she was in a big fight with her brother. I didn't hear all of what was said, but I heard him say how could you do that to us. I asked her that night when we got home what he was talking about and she said he was just mad because she had not told the family about the baby sooner. Something about that didn't seem right to me, and that caused me to start to think.
Over the next few weeks I got quieter and I guess grumpy. Seemed that our sex life was good now, about twice a week anyway and she seemed happy but all I could do was think about those bars. I had mentioned the bruise to a friend of mine, and his first words was sounds like a hickey to me, and then he walked in and started teasing her. She got red but didn't get mad either. Then I remembered that torn shirt, which she must have tossed because I never saw it again after the next morning. Then that flash of red in the parking lot, what if this baby wasn't mine at all.
The day came we rushed to the small hospital she gave birth to a beautiful little boy. I stood there thinking maybe I should ask the Dr. to do some kind of test; he might not be my baby. Somehow I couldn't do it. I looked at that baby in the bed and I loved it just like I love her.
Now all these years later, it was the only baby we ever had, I found my self once again standing in the hospital looking down at her older face. Tired and worn over the years, the cancer having drained her of her smile and loss of most of her once full hair. The sound of the heart monitor beeping, all I could do was thank God for the time I had with her. Our son was beside me, I never will know the truth and it does not matter because he is our son, though he does not look like me at all, what does that matter.
As she was taking her last breaths my holding to her hand, she said something I bent over and could barely make out the words, God for give my many sins and deceits but thank you for your blessings. And with that she was gone. I cried then and said my prayer too, thank you God for this woman and the time you gave us on this earth and for our son.
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