Homeless Pt. 02

She looked at me sadly. "I'm so sorry, Doug."

"Don't be. We both knew this was a possibility. It changes nothing. We'll continue using condoms until we go back in two weeks for your next test. You don't even have to see Dr. Whitney. They'll call by Friday and then we'll go out and celebrate." I leaned over to kiss her then continued down to Main Street in North Myrtle Beach where I turned left and drove about a half mile to Flynn's Irish Tavern.

I ordered two Smithwick's, being careful to pronounce it as they do in Ireland—Smittick's—two onion soup's, and two orders of corned beef and cabbage. The food was as delightful as always and the Smithwick's, a wonderfully smooth Irish red ale, really hit the spot after a long and challenging day. We were stuffed by the time we left an hour later.

Jennie took her DMV written test four weeks later once her identification documents had been received in the mail. She needed a score of eighty percent and earned a ninety-six, getting twenty-four of twenty-five correct. I was happy for her—extremely happy. Now that she had her permit I'd be able to help her get a passport. Once she had that she'd be set for life with her new identity. Even better, she'd tested clean on her second STD test and was two weeks into taking birth control. In another two weeks I could push my bare cock into her. It was something we were looking forward to.

The day after our appointment with Dr. Whitney I drove us to Santee to meet with John, the dog trainer. We took our clubs, taking time that afternoon to hit a few buckets of balls at the Lake Marion Golf Course. We stayed nearby at the Best Western Santee Inn, dining the first night just down the road at Captain's Quarters and the second at Clark's, just off I-95. We made the most beautiful love both nights, our need for each other lasting well into the early morning hours. We were bleary eyed in the morning, but we did manage to get up early enough to shower together and eat a decent breakfast before driving to the kennel.

We met with the trainer, a good old boy with a deep southern accent I could barely follow. He introduced us to Lady, a spayed female German Shepherd about twenty months old. She bonded with Jennie almost immediately. Lady was a beautiful dog with light tan fur over most of her body barely concealing her powerful muscular body. We spent two days there working and training with Lady. She was normally a sweet gentle dog, but watch out when she was given the command to attack. I felt genuinely sorry for John's assistant when Lady almost pulled his arm from his shoulder. But, showing how well she was trained, she released and returned to our sides as soon as commanded.

Lady climbed eagerly into the Honda's rear seat, resting her head on the front seat right next to Jennie's. I drove north on I-95 until we reached SC-378 eastbound, although northeast would be a better description. It went in the exact direction of our house-ending in Conway, only thirty minutes from home. The trip was only about two hours and forty minutes so we were home well before noon. Jennie walked the property with Lady while I set up the water and food bowls we'd previously bought at Pet Smart. Lady's bed, a four foot diameter corduroy cushion filled with cedar shavings, was at the foot of our bed. Our fence was due to be installed in another week. I felt that we were safe for the first time since moving here.

Jennie and I became closer and closer as the days passed. We played golf together as she began to improve, breaking 100 less than a month after her first game, exactly as I had predicted. We went to local theater productions and even to professional variety shows like the Carolina Opry, and productions at other theaters in the Myrtle Beach environs. We joined more than a hundred others at the House of Blues Murder Mystery Dinner Theater, winning a prize for picking the murderer successfully. That we were the only ones to do it made the evening even sweeter. I'll always remember that night. It was the first that Jennie and I had unprotected sex although it was more making love than just sex.

As always we returned to the house, opening the gate with the remote and watching it close automatically once we had passed through. I put Lady out while Jennie made the bed ready. We showered together, extremely familiar now with each other's bodies. We hugged and kissed as the steam built, surrounding us in a thin fog. It was more than ten minutes before we turned the water off and stepped out to dry each other. The kissing and touching continued all the way to the bed. Fact is we barely made it there before Jennie jumped my bones.

Jennie practically threw me onto the bed then slithered up my body until her lips and tongue found my cock. "Don't get too excited, Doug. This is going into my pussy where it's going to flood my womb with millions of tiny little swimmers. I've been looking forward to this for too long."

"You've been looking forward to it? Take a guess how I feel!" I thought at the time that my heart must have been beating two hundred times a minute. The sensations of feeling my bare flesh against hers drove me wild with lust. I pounded up into her as she clutched me tightly with her vaginal muscles. There was no way I could resist this for very long and I didn't. Jennie didn't care. She begged for my cum and when I exploded into her she was ecstatic.

"Thank you, Doug. You have no idea how much I wanted that."

"But...I didn't take care of you."

"Don't worry. I know you will, either later or tomorrow morning. I'm not at all disappointed." I guess not; she had a huge shit-eating grin on her face. She moved me under the blankets, pulled them up to my chin and joined me, her naked body leaking onto my thigh. I lay there for several minutes asking myself if it could possibly get any better than this.

It did the following morning when Jennie once again made love with me. It was missionary this time, except that her legs were over my shoulders and she was bent in two. I couldn't believe that she could even move, but she could and did, creating a rocking motion that rubbed my cock into the anterior wall of her vaginal canal. That's nerd-speak for rubbing her G-spot. Jennie came twice, shaking wildly and screaming in her ecstasy, before I deposited another big load deep within her. I pulled my body from hers, not wanting to hurt her, but she stayed in that position for a good fifteen minutes, at least, while we came down from our high. We kissed and touched each other non-stop as I savored the smoothness of her skin and the lushness of her body.

Eating three meals a day had a fantastic effect on Jennie. She had added twenty pounds over the past three months and all of it went into the right places. She retained her flat abdomen, but her breasts had grown into a solid C-cup and her hips and ass had become rounder and curvier—and a whole lot sexier although I found her sexy when she was as thin as a rail. When she came out of the beauty parlor that first time she had been completely transformed from a skinny vagrant and beggar to an incredibly hot and beautiful young woman. Heads turned when we walked into the restaurant that evening and every evening after.

NEXT: My life changes dramatically. Wow, does it ever!