How "Lucky" Am I?

After a few times of calling me and leaving unreturned voicemail messages, she simply stopped. Thus our time together was at an end.

I didn't see Melony until a few years later. I'd graduated and was looking for a job. I got an interview at a fairly big company that specialized in selling, installing, and repairing security systems. I will give you one guess as to the manager to do my interview. It was Melony.

She looked fucking fantastic! Her dark grey jacket and black skirt looked like it was made for her body. Just like that, all of the feelings that I'd repressed over the years came flooding back.

"Oh my God! Jake?"

Seeing her was pure coincidence. She didn't recognize the Jacob Worthy that she had to interview as her buddy Jake from college. I was just another interviewee until she laid eyes on me.

Thus, my interview was simply us catching up. She did ask me a couple of job related questions, but I think both of us knew that I had the job at that point. The decision was hers to make, and she'd already made it. Everything else was just semantics.

When it was over, she hugged me instead of shaking my hand. "It was so good seeing you." Feeling her body pressed against mine's, even for only a few seconds, awakened feelings of long forgotten lust. I didn't get instantly hard like some 13 year old seeing boobies for the first time, but I can say that I got half of a chub.

I nodded in agreement and said, "Yea Mel. It was good." And I meant it.

She smoothed out her suit and put on her professional face.

"We will call you when we make our decision. You should be hearing from me in no later than a week." Then, with a strange look in her eyes, she added, "Unlike you, I return phone calls."

She said it as a joke, but that was the moment that I realized that I hurt her by just dropping her like that. In her eyes was a small trace of the hurt that she felt those years ago. I guess she cared more about me than I knew. Before I could apologize or make an attempt to explain, she flipped her hair and strode out of the room. Just like that, she was gone.

Two days later, I was hired on. She was my boss.

Like I said before, she knew how to motivate me. Under her, I was extremely successful. I enjoyed fixing things and all, but there was something about working for her that made me step my game up a notch. I quickly became known as Melony's golden boy because of all of the praise that she gave me. She always bragged about me to her superiors and put me on their radar. I was sent on a lot of the more difficult jobs with customers that were harder to please because I was that good. I was building a reputation for being able to do shit that people who had years on me with the company couldn't do.

The only blip that I'd encountered with being back in Mel's world was the fact that she was still friends with that bitch. In fact, they were STILL roommates. Even though Melony made enough money to live on her own, she still roomed with Tasha. The only difference is they moved from a small apartment to a huge condo.

Tasha was not happy about me being back in Melony's life. She made it abundantly clear. I don't think Tasha has a subtle bone in her body. If it were at all possible, she treated me with more ire than she did when we were in college.

Tasha now came with an add-on. She had a boyfriend by the name of Mark. He also went to our college. He was a Marine now and was gone a lot, but when he was home he lived in Tasha's bedroom. He was an ok guy. He played football for our school until he got hurt. Since he was only in college to play ball, he dropped out and joined the Marines.

As time went on, Melony and I grew closer. Yeah, she was still way out of my league, but somehow we gravitated toward each other. I found myself looking for excuses to talk to her at work. I think she was doing the same thing, because she always sought me out to give me information that really wasn't too pertinent.

Before I knew it, we started to eat our lunches together. It was sporadic at first, but it quickly became the norm. We were discrete because of fraternization rules and all, but we did it all the same. It actually got to the point where if one of us arrived before the other one, we could order his/her meal and have it waiting for them.

I was careful about my expectations this time around. Because of my heart-break in college, I didn't set myself up for failure again. This time I knew that I wasn't what she was looking for, so I didn't expect her to develop feelings for me. Since I had no expectations, I was free to enjoy just having fun with her.

Things came to a head when we began to spend time together after work as well as lunch. We'd go out for a few drinks or get a bite to eat. I noticed that she was growing increasingly flirty with me. She touched my hand when she talked to me, she sat so close that our knees touched, she laughed at all of my jokes. Even the dumb ones.

Then came the night that changed everything. The night that we kissed, made out, and made love. I will never forget that night for as long as I live. It was such a defining night in my life I still remember the date. I remember what her perfume smelled like. In fact, I took the panties that she wore that night and saved them. I didn't want her to throw them away. Is that kind of creepy?

The night started out normal. We went out for drinks and let the workday fall off of us. She mentioned that Tasha was going to be gone and wanted to know if I wanted to come over and hang out a bit. She was ready to collect on a bet that we made at lunch earlier that day. It was such a stupid bet that I really didn't expect her to call me on it. The terms were who can throw the most peanuts in the air and catch it in their mouth. The loser had to cook dinner one day for the winner.

We weren't drunk when we came to her condo, but we were fairly buzzed and relaxed. Okay, maybe we were a LITTLE drunk.

Long story short is that I was racking my brain trying to figure out what to cook for Melony. I wasn't what one would call a "chef", unless you count Boyardee. I'd burn water if it didn't evaporate. But a bet is a bet.

I had just settled on French toast, eggs, and sausage. I figured that since breakfast was the only thing that I can make edible for another human being then it would have to do.

Anyways, I was looking in her refrigerator getting eggs and sausage out when I felt her come up behind me. I turned to her to ask her if she had any bread and I found her staring at me, peering directly in my eyes. She wasn't speaking, but she was communicating something. I don't know what I felt, but it was coming from her. We stood there for a few infinite seconds with the tension steadily building. I still don't know what came over me, but I went for it and leaned in. She closed her eyes, grabbed my shirt, and met me in the middle.

I have never been brave enough to go for anything like that. I probably still wouldn't go for it today. But in the moment, I KNEW that she wanted me.

She kissed me softly at first. Then she became aggressive. We kissed vigorously while we tried to mold our bodies into one. I kissed her like a hungry man who just found a juicy steak, and she returned it in kind. I felt her tongue in my mouth exploring me. I didn't know where this would lead until I felt her hand on the front of my jeans. She was rubbing my now rock hard erection through my pants.

I moaned appreciatively and then reached behind her with both of my hands and cupped her soft cheeks. I pulled her into me, trapping her hand between us. The only sounds coming from us were labored breathing and the smacking of lips.

Dinner was now completely forgotten. We were lost in each other. I explored every inch of her body over her clothes. I squeezed the soft globes of her ass. I ran my hands up her torso and cupped her magnificent breasts. I was having a hard time with the realization that my fantasy and reality were about to be one and the same. I lusted after this body for years. I dreamed about it. Now, it was MINE'S.

I wasn't aware that she'd loosened my belt buckle until my pants were pooled around my feet. With a quick yank of my boxers, my erection bounced for a moment and then juts out in front of me, as if pointing at her. She took a quick moment to assess it approvingly, and then she dropped to her knees and wrapped her pouty lips around it.

With her mouth and a manicured hand, she sucked my dick like it was the last meal on earth. Her other hand reached behind me and grabbed my butt, puling me in closer. It didn't last long. She brought me to a quick first orgasm. I don't even think I lasted long enough for a commercial break. It was like a tidal wave started at my toes and made its way up to my dick. I came loud and hard.

She didn't let me squirt in her mouth, but when she felt me tense up she popped my cock out and jerked me off. I stood immobile and grunted as I released squirt after squirt of pent up semen. Some got on her face and chest, but most of it found its way to the floor.

She got up, went to the bathroom, and returned with some tissue. I must have been a sad sight. There I was with my pants around my ankles and breathing like I just run a marathon. She cleaned up our mess, disposed of the tissue, and silently grabbed my hand while she led me to her bedroom.

After that night, we were a couple. There was no misinterpretation this time.

Tasha hated our relationship with a passion. HATED IT. Like always, she made no attempt to hide it.

Mark also began to act a little weird around me. He was okay when Melony and I were just friends and we got along fine. But when Mel and I became a couple, he turned into the male version of his girlfriend. Snide remarks, passive aggressive antics, you name it. He became a real asshole.

Being with Melony was worth anything that those two could throw at me. She was unlike anyone I'd been with. I couldn't speak for her, but I knew that I was in uncharted territory. I'd had girlfriends and wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but having a girl like Melony was an experience all by itself.

She was so uninhibited about sex. I never imagined her to be like she was. When she jumped on top, she rode me like she was auditioning for a porn movie. Her lips on my cock was a regular thing She didn't swallow, but for some reason she had a thing for watching spunk after spunk of hot semen squirting out of me. Unlike most girls, she had no problem with anal. As long as I was liberal with the Vaseline, she was practically slamming her butt into me. She liked to role play a little too. I don't know if it was because of how we started, but our favorite game was the teacher and the naughty student. We alternated who was the teacher and who was getting spanked.

Melony was an icon for duality. The Melony that she portrayed to the world and the one that I was getting to know behind the doors were two very different people. It was hard separating the two.

That's why I eventually had to quit my job. It was getting to hard to remain professional with her at work. When at work, she was all business. She kept a practiced corporate persona that conflicted with how she was when we got home. When she was explaining things to us, all I could see is her licking my balls. When I watched her sign paperwork, my mind's eye flashed back to her jerking me through an intense orgasm. And I'm not even going to talk about her bending over!

We talked about it during our many conversations and tried to make it work, but we realized that we were kidding ourselves. One night and she told me that she would have to transfer me to keep both of our jobs safe or I would have to resign and find another job.

Then, as if suddenly hit by genius, she asked me about going into business for myself.

"You can do it baby. You know more about installing and repairing this shit than anyone I've seen. Why do you think that I have to send you on all of the hard jobs?"

"I thought it was because you enjoyed telling me what to do."

"Come on baby, be serious. You could totally do it. I could help you come up with a business plan and apply for loans. If you can't get a loan, I have some money saved up. I would LOVE to invest in you."

"How much money are we talking?" I had no idea that she had enough disposable money that she would consider this.

"While you hate having Tasha live with me, having her as a roommate saves me a ton each month. What do you say Jake?"

That is how I started my own business. When I quit my job she discretely helped me get things started. I was able to get a small loan, and she gave me what I couldn't get from the bank.

She had to keep her involvement with my business venture on the low because she still worked for my main competition, but she was fully supportive of what I was doing. My business struggled at first, but slowly began to show signs of life. Once it started picking up momentum, it became lucrative.

Things were getting tense back at her condo though. Mark was being a passive aggressive douche when he was home, and Tasha was just plain aggressive. It was so tense that I stopped coming to her condo. We did everything at my apartment. I always wondered why Melony didn't just kick them out. Tasha had a decent job, and Mark was in the Marines. There was no financial reason for them to still be roommates.

As time went on it was obvious that we were in love with each other. Things began to go from bad to worse between Tasha and me. She was always complaining that she and Mel never do anything anymore because she was always with me. This made her treat me like shit even more. Mark just went along with anything that Tasha did or said. Mel always tried to play Devil's Advocate and calm the situation, but she never put Tasha or Mark in their place. You would think that if two people were making the man that you love uncomfortable you would handle the situation. I'm not saying that she should've stopped being friends with them. But making them get a place of their own would've been appropriate. Maybe I'm just overthinking things in the light of my "new truth".

I did suggest we get an apartment or condo together and let them have that one. That suggestion was met with immediate dismissal and eventually led to an argument that lasted for a week. It was such a big deal that I never bring it up again. I just accepted things the way they were.

It wasn't until she proposed that things changed for us. Yeah, you heard me right. She was the one to drop down to one knee and ask for my hand. At the time I found it overwhelmingly flattering that she would want to ask me, but now I see it as a precedent to how much she really had my balls in her hands. Honestly, how could I expect things to turn out? She took the lead in EVERYTHING. But I'm getting off track here.

As I was saying, after a year of being her boyfriend she proposed to me. The happy roommates were finally convinced to move out of the condo. Tasha looked so hurt that I swore she was going to break down and cry. When directed at me, her pain morphed into a fury as she glared at me with evil eyes.

I got a sick pleasure out of it. I also threw gas on the flames. When Melony was out of earshot, I whispered to Tasha, "I guess she likes Vienna sausages." The expression on her face was priceless.

I moved in with Melony and we made our life together work. Six months later, we were Mr. and Mrs. Worthy. Tasha did not show up to our wedding.

On our third month of marriage we found out that we were pregnant. She gave birth to our twins a few days after our first anniversary.

It wasn't until the twins were 3 that my business started to really take off. Melony was still with her job. Because our combined income was grossly excessive, Melony convinced me it was time for us to upgrade like the money-making divas we were. We went house shopping and settled on a really big house in a gated community. We weren't living like Millionaires, but we were definitely in another tax bracket.

The only downfall was that our new home was about 30-45 minutes away from my company. When we stayed at her condo, I could practically ride a bike to work. It made her happy, so I just let it go. What's a little extra gas compared to a happy nymphomaniac wife?

I hadn't heard from Tasha and Mark since they moved out of the condo, but I wasn't complaining. I assumed that Melony still hung out with her occasionally. She made no secret about that. But she didn't subject me to the torture of being around her. That was just another something for me to be grateful for. Another reason why I was so "lucky".

Now that we're all caught up on the background, I think it's time that you learned some truths of today that makes the truth of yesterday utter bullshit. The truth about how I got to be so damn lucky.

When Melony was pregnant, it was determined that both of us share the sickle cell trait. While the trait in itself isn't enough turn into sickle cell anemia, if both parents of a child carry it then it is likely that the child will have it. The fact that we were having twins worried us for this reason. While it is possible to bypass one child, two children not developing sickle cell in this situation was unlikely.

As my luck would have it, both of my children are sickle cell free. Am I lucky or what?

But that isn't the truth that I've been promising you. That is just another Clark Kent disappearing and Superman saving the day moment smacks you in the face when you find that big blue S under his tie.

No the truth that I have to share started with my long time family doctor retiring. I had to find another doctor, and settled on one who was half his age. He was supposed to be very good. When at my first appointment, we went through my medical history so that he could familiarize himself with me. That's when we discussed a slight hereditary trait in my gene pool that makes me have an extremely low sperm count. In other words, I have a high risk of being sterile.

As we talked about my sperm count, he became interested in my twins. His peaked interest raised a red flag in me that made me think about things that I'd never given much thought to in the past.

My old doctor knew me and Melony. He'd treated us and our kids for close to two decades. Because he knew as much about our personal lives as he did our medical history, he simply accepted our situation as it was. He just believed the miracle. Oh, he may have had his doubts, but over the years of dealing with my family it just became a thing that was. Having this newer, younger doctor go through the same information with a fresh level of scrutiny raised questions that were otherwise simply accepted as truth.

As I talked about the twins, he leafed through the folder that contained my data. I watched him closely, studying his reactions. The creases in his forehead advertised his doubt.

"Well, Mr. Worthy, I have to say you would be the luckiest man I know."

Did he put emphasis on the word "luckiest"? I can't be certain, but he almost sounded sarcastic.

"I can say that men with your condition have a difficult time reproducing. Of course it does happen, but it is very rare. But for a man to have twins in your case is truly a miracle. If I were you, I would start playing the lottery."

That was my first epiphany. Actually, it was more like the seed planted that sprouted the epiphany. I looked at my life a little different. I found it interesting that he was so confused about my having twins. Though he was very diplomatic, he couldn't hide his suspicions. I took a moment to go through things and examine them from his point of view.

Guy with an extremely low sperm count gets a wife pregnant.

Same guy, with extremely low sperm count somehow gets wife's egg fertilized by TWO sperm cells that shouldn't exist.