Lifestyle Ch. 03: Together Again

Author's Note: The story's Preface and Chapter 1 (Lifestyle Ch. 01: A Geek Beginning) describes this young couple meeting in high school, and shows why they behave as they do. Chapter 2 has some background experiences when they were apart which are referenced in this story.

As always, constructive criticism and comments are appreciated.

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After I graduated with my 4-year degree in Computer Science, I returned to the rural town, and moved back in with my parents. My former boss from last summer offered me my old job back as a construction helper, and within the first week of construction work it was beginning to feel familiar and not as tiring by the end of the day.

I wondered how my former high school girlfriend was doing, since that phone call in November saying she was moving in with a guy. But I didn't know where they lived and didn't want to contact her parents to find out.

I finished work the first Friday back and decided to stop at the diner where she worked on my way home. There were few customers in the diner, and I took a seat at the counter, instead of the booths or tables.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" Jan said with a smile as she came up behind me.

"Hey! I know what that means. Based on the way you're looking at me, you're being sarcastic, right?"

Seeing her again stirred something in me, which I had suppressed since the Brenda incident. And it didn't help I even missed our friendly chat times together. Something was wrong with me.

"How have you been, fuck-buddy?" Jan asked.

"I thought you had a new fuck-buddy."

"Not anymore. Ray split a few months ago when he got a job offer in another state. I wasn't planning to leave here, so we parted on good terms. A lot like we split when you left to go back to school."

"And you haven't found a replacement yet?"

"No. Things change as we get older. It's tougher meeting new friends once you're out of school. And new experiences with those you do meet teach us a lot."

"I know the feeling. How long has it been now for you?"

She smiled seductively and said, "A while!"

"Same place, same time?" I asked hopefully, remembering last summer and our favorite secluded picnic spot in the park.

"Saturday at six. Bring an extra bottle of wine, just in case. It's been one of those years," she replied. "More customers came in. I need to get back to work."

I picked Jan up, and we drove to the park. I think we both felt awkward due to the way we left things with the breakup phone call in November, and the very short meeting in the diner. We didn't talk much as we walked down the familiar path and stopped at the rock marking the start of our side trip into the mountain laurel. Glancing around to see no one was following, we quickly ducked through the first shrub branches, and she giggled.

"Thinking of something funny?" I asked quietly.

"No. Something familiar. We're in our twenty's now and acting like horny teenagers."

We picked our way through the tall bushes to our small clearing and settled down on the picnic blanket in our secluded spot. It seemed like we were creatures of habit, and again relaxing to enjoy the casual feel of our routines together.

I handed her a tumbler of wine, and she took a sip. She held her tumbler up to look at it, her eyebrows tilted in a curious expression. She then looked around at the bushes surrounding our private space on the blanket. "I like this," she said as if talking to herself.

"It's not Boones Farm. But the wine's nothing special, just something I grabbed at the ABC store."

"No. I mean this... our place... together..." She sounded lost in her thoughts. Then her curious look disappeared, and her tone changed back to neutral, saying "So, who goes first on catching up?"

"I thought I had a rough year. But I don't think mine was a two-bottle bad. And after our last phone call about you moving in with Ray?... I think you should start."

"Yea, there is that. Ray and I were having fun. You know me. And you and I both like our sex together. Well, I had that same feeling of 'this is fun' with Ray. I don't know if it would have turned into something permanent with him. He gave me a key to his place, and I felt I owed you the advanced notice."

"It would have been inconvenient if I came home, and the three of us ran into each other."

"Just inconvenient? Thanks," she said sarcastically.

"Well... more than that. I did miss you and our times together. Even when we're only talking like this. But it's still your turn. Go on. What happened with you and Ray?"

"As I was saying, he and I seemed to click together. The sex was great, adventurous, and as often as I wanted. Two months after I called you, the company he worked for gave him a new position out of state. He was planning to move, and he asked me to move with him. It wasn't a proposal or anything permanent. And with me having no other reason to move, it wasn't feeling right. So, as with you, we parted as friends."

"Are you two staying in touch?"

"Yes. I received a few letters from him. The last one said he's found someone serious, as in 'thinking of a ring' serious. So, that hurt."

"Are you over it now?"

"My best friend, Marlene came up with a plan to get over it. She and I took time off work, drove to Florida, and went on a week-long partying binge."

"I've never been, but I heard some stories at school from others. Did you have fun?"

"It wasn't so much fun, as drinking and partying to try feeling better. It just didn't work out that way. One morning, I woke up in our motel room bed, with a guy next to me, whose name I couldn't remember."

"Did he drug you?"

"No. It wasn't drugs or anything that bad. I had a few too many drinks. I remembered taking him to our room and fucking him. It was the fact I didn't know anything about him and couldn't remember if he even told me his name, that hit me later."

"After he left, Marlene and I got dressed and went out for breakfast. That's when we passed the police cordoning off an alley and saw the ambulance with a stretcher taking a girl's body out. It hit me: 'That could have been me!' So, we stopped drinking, packed up, and drove home. I haven't dated since."

"Wow. I thought it was the Ray thing."

"Your turn. 'Rough end to the year', but not a two-bottle rough?"

"Right. After your call about Ray, I guess I grabbed the next girl who came along... and held on for too long. Brenda was fun. It turned out she was even more fun with a lot of other guys at the same time. After the clinic cured me with penicillin, I stopped dating, too."

"She was into gangbangs?"

"Not with me. I just didn't know about them."

"When we came back from Florida, I went to the doctor for testing, too. I didn't catch anything. But it was just luck."

"What is it with people?" I asked. "When you and I got together last year, even after almost a year apart, we stayed together. Didn't we? You didn't seem to be fucking around with other guys last summer. Were you? And I thought I had that with Brenda. She apparently had other ideas but didn't tell me."

"No. You are as much as I ever needed when we were together."

"So, are we ready to do this again?"

"It's been... a while! And I need you," she said.

Jan set down her plastic tumbler of wine and leaned over to kiss me.

"The same rules apply," she said. "Never lie to me, and give me two-week's notice, if you choose to leave."

"I can do that!"

I got my fuckbuddy back! But, for some reason, something was different this time. Better!

Moving On

It was the late 1980's, and personal computers were the rage. Many businesses still had only a few computers in their offices, and the local companies in the rural towns didn't have any job ads for computer engineers. So, when I finally got a job offer a few months later, it was with a firm in a city at least an eight-hour drive away.

I called Jan and asked her out that evening. I took her to a nice restaurant and ordered a good bottle of wine with dinner.

After her first sip of wine, Jan asked "So, what's the occasion?"

"I got a job offer today. And I have to take it. Otherwise, I might spend the rest of my life hauling shingles here."

"Where's the job?"

"It's in Pittsburgh, six to eight hours away from here."

"So, are you giving me two-week's notice, again?"

"I don't want to. I like our time together."

"You know what I told Ray, when he wanted his fuckbuddy to move with him."

"You're not a fuckbuddy to me. I like being with you."

She said in a sweet voice, "Are you saying you won't be able to stop thinking of me? Or maybe you can't stand the thought of being away from me?"

"I guess," I said a little dejectedly.

"Okay. But you know... I'm like Barbie. That bitch has it all... And I want it all," she said in a determined tone.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on! I know you have a great memory. That's why you can pass your courses so easily. You don't forget anything!"

"So?"

"This bitch wants it all," she said sternly. Jan smiled as she cocked her head to the side and cupped her ear with her hand, sweetly saying: "I'm waiting..."

"Okay!... I love you!"

"Now was that so hard?" She smirked in triumph. "I love you, too, my geek."

"So, you'll move with me?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course not!" she said sternly. "You've only made it through step one."

She again cocked her head and cupped her ear with her hand. "Next?!... The bitch is waiting..."

"... Okay, bitch! Let's get married."

She looked back at me smiling and lovingly said, "But, I'm 'your' bitch!... It's close enough, from my geek, and the answer is 'yes!'... Now, here's what you're going to do..."

Jan went on with a lengthy, rapid-fire monolog for the next few minutes, telling me everything I was to do, and what she would do over the next two months! She even told me which ring to buy, where to buy it, and how much to pay for it. She already had this planned and rehearsed in detail!

"And don't let them con you into paying any more than that for the ring. You can be naive sometimes.... Marlene said she would set up a Bachelorette Party for me with a "No Holes Barred" theme. You can get your friend Eric to do the same for you."

"You planned this? You didn't even know I got a job offer, or that I would propose!"

"I knew you were smart enough to get a good job. And I saw the signs you were hooked on me. I just reeled you in."

"And what's this "No Holes Barred"? You're going to fuck around before we get married? And take it in your ass, too?"

"Probably not, but you know how wild Marlene can be. So... maybe. And Ray fucked me in the ass sometimes, so it's not a virgin hole. If you do fuck anyone at your Bachelor Party, use condoms! And don't invite Brenda!"

"You never told me you took it in the ass."

"You never asked!... And it's not like we haven't fucked others. So, do it or not. But it will be your last chance at freedom before you're mine! After you say, 'I do', this is your pussy and that's my cock. YOU are going to spend our first week together fucking my brains out. Then we'll fly to Florida for a week. I always wanted to go to Disney World."

"Don't I get any say in this?"

"You went away to college and picked your career and job. Now, it's my turn! You're going to work and make money. I'm going to get a job, so we'll have even more money, while I plan for the two of us to make a great fucking life together. Got it?!"

"Do I get blowjobs?"

"You had to spoil the moment! You know I don't like to do that."

"Well, you were going on and on about everything you want, including possibly getting fucked in the ass!"

"Okay. You'll get blowjobs, but not all the time! Tonight, you're going to make love to me, slow and easy. And you're going to use the L-word."

"I can do that."

Jan rolled her eyes and said, "I love you!"

"I love you, too."

Much Later

I left the Tower Club at six to drive home. I grit my teeth in irritation the V.P. had waited until noon today to ask for my help.

I told his system architect six months ago their data replication plan wouldn't work for two data centers a thousand miles apart.

"We have fiber optic cabling between the two centers, and the data is copied at the speed of light," he said.

I told him, "The speed of light isn't fast enough for your distributed access plan."

"The speed of light is the fastest in the universe!" he said, his voice rising.

So, I walked away. I won't get into a shouting match and have no patience with ignorance. I've learned they can either pay me to fix it now or pay me even more to fix it later. But they will pay me.

I spent the afternoon preparing the briefing on re-architecting the data systems using record locks and briefing the client... six hours of my time. The client agreed to not cancel the $400 million contract. It took me away from my usual routines of reading technical bulletins and exploring new, interesting technologies, thus my irritation.

On the plus side, they paid me a huge bonus every time the V.P. occasionally needed my help to save a contract.

I was bored with it, but it paid the bills. I had to work an hour later than usual. And I never work extra hours!

I arrived home, parked in the driveway, and got out of my Mustang, the third one I've owned. It might not be practical. But I like the challenge of keeping a familiar car running, until I can't find the parts anymore.

I looked at the one-car garage, knowing her BMW was already inside. The thought of buying a larger house with a two-car garage quickly popped in and out of my mind. Even after all our fights and disagreements over the years, the familiarity of raising our kids here overrode the temptation of having my own half of a garage. Besides, we had our mountain retreat with two-car garage a few hours from here anytime we feel the need to get away.

Entering the front door, I announced, "I'm home."

She called out from the kitchen, "You're late!... Jennifer called. She said they're taking the grandkids to his parents beach house this weekend, so we're not babysitting."

She said it as if 'It's a fact you're late... so, on to the next thing on my mind.' There was never a "Why?" or any interest in it. She quickly forgets the past and moves on to the next thing she wants. And she seems to want to talk now. After 30 years, I was accustomed to it.

"We have a free weekend? What ever happened to my social planner? You're slipping."

I walked to my gorgeous wife, who still had the figure of a twenty-year old. She turned, placing her arms over my shoulders and her hands behind my neck. I wrapped my arms around her back, enjoying the feel of squeezing those 38-Ds between my biceps and squashing them against my chest. I felt a familiar twitch at my groin and moved my hands down to grab her ass cheeks, lifting her to her toes.

"Mmmm," she moaned as we kissed.

"How was work?" I asked, as I released her, and she turned back to her task at the kitchen counter.

"The usual. I hung the beads from Mardi Gras outside my office. The boss was livid. I said, 'It wasn't illegal!' You'd think he knows by now not to ask me about our nude resort vacations. So, asking me about Mardi Gras? 'I earned these.' You should have seen his face."

"You had to poke the bear by displaying your bead collection from showing your tits in New Orleans. Maybe you should have shown him your tits instead."

"I would, but he's one of those young ambitious corporate types, and would have freaked. We don't need the money and I don't need that job. Teasing him is a just sport. However, I do show some discretion."

"... I could have dinner on the table in a few minutes," she said. "If you want to take a shower first, we could eat later. It's going to be one of those evenings... unless you're too tired."

"You know me. I'm never too tired."

She kissed me on the cheek. "Then go shower."

I finished showering in 15 minutes, pulled on some comfortable shorts and an unbuttoned loose-fitting shirt, ready for one of 'those evenings.'

I walked down the short hall toward the living room, hearing some familiar sounds of a woman approaching an orgasm. Her sounds of "Oh!... Oh!... Oh, yes!... Fuck me!" were words I heard many times before.

When I arrived at the living room, the TV showed a familiar auburn-haired woman on her knees, tits swaying with each thrust as the tall, slightly muscular guy fucked her from behind.

There was a drink glass on the end table next to my usual swivel chair containing two fingers of a brown liquid. It would be an 18-year-old Macallan scotch with a splash of water. The chair was still turned facing our big window, where we often sat in our matching chairs to watch the sunset. The chair also had a blanket to sit upon, protecting it from our pending adventure.

Jan was sitting in her chair next to mine, hers turned toward the TV. She had one leg draped over the arm of the chair. She was sitting on a towel dressed only in one of my white, unbuttoned dress shirts.

She sipped from her glass of wine, a Chardonnay, as she rubbed her left hand on her pussy. When she saw me, she stared at my crotch, seductively running her tongue around her open lips. Her tongue drew my attention to the bright red lipstick, her signal a very rare blowjob was in the offering.

"A little horny?" I asked.

"I know!" she said, sounding excited. "Since Chad went back to college and we're empty nesters, it seems like... I don't know. It's just the two of us, again, like when we lived in Pittsburgh."

I walked over to stand beside her chair and dropped my shorts, my signal accepting the offer. My cock hung down and was growing longer. Jan stopped rubbing her crotch and reached to grasp my cock with her left hand, pulling it toward her mouth. She sucked and stroked until it grew hard. Then she returned her hand to rub her crotch as she turned her attention back to the TV.

I glanced at our 20-something year old selves on the TV, not one of our usual porn selections, and looked back at her. "Feeling nostalgic? That was the evening you got pregnant with Jennifer."

"I remember. I'm not really feeling nostalgic. I'm just feeling like it's been..." her face changed, with a mischievous smile, "a while!"

"A while? Hmmm. Same place, same time?"

"Not this time... Right here, right now!"

I knelt in front of her, looked up at her, and smiled, "I can do that!"

I replaced her hand with mine, settling back into a familiar scene for our evening. I rubbed her pussy, then slipped the first two fingers deep into her. I twisted my hand into the best position to reach as deep as possible until I found the hard nub next to her G-spot. Her eyes rolled and her head went back. "Oh, yes! That's it!"

I played with the hard nub with two fingers and slid my thumb alongside her clit, as she started squirming. She moaned "Yes. Yes! YES!" ever louder, and I felt the moisture as she drenched my hand. Her left foot began twitching and she clamped her quivering thighs on my hand, trapping it with her uncontrollable spasms.

She arched back in the chair one final time, then collapsed. She dropped her feet to the floor on either side of me and spread her thighs open. Her head fell back with her lack of muscle tension, supported only by the back of the chair. And I withdrew my soaked hand, wiping the excess moisture on the edge of her towel.

Jan sat up straight to grasp my head with both hands. Smiling and staring into my eyes, she said "I can't do that to myself.... We have a great life together. I love you!"

"You made it great, for both of us. And I L-word you, too."

She giggled. "Geek!"

"But I'm your geek!"

"And I'm like Barbie. Your bitch has everything."