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Suddenly, she was sobbing her heart out, anguish convulsing her, and I wrapped her up, pulling her against me and she let out her anguish. It went on for what seemed like an hour, and my emotions were nearly as raw as hers.
"I'm sorry I wasn't perfect," she finally choked out. "I'm sorry I destroyed that image of me in your mind."
I pulled her up and into my lap, holding her warm little body to mine, reaching over to the box of tissues and handing them to her.
"Fuck, Donovan. I'm far from perfect, myself. I've been a fool. I don't like what happened. Still, I was stupid, and you weren't much better. We let this nearly destroy something beautiful. Trust me, I still think you're perfect. You're human, that's all. Humans do stupid shit. If they didn't, there would never be a single book written, never a single movie made."
"I know," she whispered. "I've been so wretched without you, Shaw. What can I do to get back, what can we do?"
"What we're doing," I said. "I was an idiot not to do this months ago. I'm not very good at confrontation. I need to work on that."
"So do I," she said. "I was an even bigger idiot. You have no idea how many times I dialed your number, but didn't hit call. I have pulled up text conversations we had, just so I could hear your voice in my mind."
I squeezed her. "Well, we are going to have millions of conversations, in person."
She gave me a watery little giggle. "Imma keep the texts, anyway."
*****
It was a bump in the road. We resumed the friendship we'd had before the first time we made love, proceeded slowly along the road, went out constantly, hung out together and that easy familiarity returned.
I was a little wary, realizing I'd been clueless, but she worked to overcome my hesitancy. She was as intoxicating as always, the headiness of just being in her company was like someone slowly casting a spell on you.
The euphoric feeling that washed over me when she touched me, pressed all that hotness against me was overwhelming, and she was the same provocative, sweet and gentle girl I'd met the first day in Professor Wade's class. She was very physical with me, touching me, snuggling into me, rubbing her tits on me, just being her usual smoke show, and obviously for me. I was sure she was ready to make love long before I was, and she was driving me wild, wanting to be with her.
She dressed, or failed to dress I should say, to show me what she wanted. When she was with me, she never wore a bra and the sight of those sweet nipples poking through every thin top she wore, her lush breasts swinging freely, bouncing with every step, the swimsuits she wore, the tiny little tight skirts and shorts she wore, all let me know in foot high neon, "I am sexy, gorgeous and available."
Our jobs were working out, though we both spent more time working than we wanted. Once she got me in bed again, it was like she was making up for lost time.
Every man says they love sex, but only our minds are a match for a horny woman. We made love two and three times a day, and I felt like she would do it half a dozen times if I could have kept up. My dick was constantly tender, the way it was, and even she used lube to keep from being sore.
She moved back into our house, this time with no reservations and no leaving any of her shit at her dad's place.
Eighteen months after she moved back in, I took a knee at a very nice restaurant, put a ring on her finger and asked her to marry me.
She squealed and did a little dance to the applause of our fellow diners. "Oh, my God, yes," she squealed. "I want to marry you, so badly, Shaw."
She got serious and sat back down, admiring her ring. "I want a long engagement," she said. "I don't want you just to be in love with me. I mean, I want that, but I want you to trust me, like a rock, and I'm still working on that, okay?"
"If you want a long engagement, I'm fine with that, but not for that reason, Donovan. I do trust you, like a rock, like you said. I always did, I guess. I thought some weird shit, but I think I always knew. How does six months sound?"
"I think 18 months," she said.
We compromised on a year. Eight years later, we have two tiny clones of Donovan. One is four and the other is two. We bought the house from Dad, and I now come home to two tiny girls waiting for Daddy on the front porch every day. In a minute, their mother will arrive, and I know the sight of her will take my breath away, just like the first time I saw her.
The girls and I were sitting in the restaurant. It was packed and loud. There was a momentary silence, a hiccup in the raucous din. I turned to look toward the door. I knew what caused it, and there she was. She walked to our booth and when she sat, the conversation started again.
She kissed me and turned to the munchkins. "Mama's babies have a wonderful day?"
Everything was right with the world. When it's love, everything is always right.
- COMMENTS
26thNC12 days agoSolid, well written Randi story with great characters, real emotion, and a happy ending.
Psychman2412 days agoExcellent story and the wonderful descriptive writing made me fall in love with Donovan as well. The MC pulls the standard male strategy of running away that we see in these stories, instead of simply staying and having the hard discussion and finding out what the hell is going on. Could have saved 18 months of pain and unanswered questions that only honest straightforward communication would resolve. At least he acknowledged it later, realizing that he was an idiot for being so afraid of confrontation, and I really liked that they learned how to talk and listen in order to resolve conflicts. I love your writing and plan to read all your stories eventually, keep up the good work!
Anonymous14 days agoVery good story. A good start with all the love in the world, the horror of a promiscuous girl, the shadow of serial infidelity or even worse (have i read something similar bad ending before?) a little thrill in between and a happy end. Whats not to like. Amazing as always 5/5
Anonymous16 days agoThanks. I really enjoyed reading this! A speed bump that was overcome by talking! Thanks DerMtMan
gofakyusef20 days agoDecent story, meh rushed ending that doesn't really resolve anything. Got tired of writing the story, did you? Well, I guess one can't hit a homerun all the time. Probably trying to rationalize what she did was the issue. Not an easy one. Is that it? Did I guess right? Doesn't really matter. Story's done.
What I do find curious is that no mention of the fact her own fucking father was basically pimping her out. What the hell is wrong with that ahole? That alone may merit a story, maybe an essay.
Anonymousabout 1 month agoThe fundamental relationship issue in this story is the discovery of the fact that one party is not trustworthy, and cannot be trusted to do the right thing absent supervision. The way this issue is resolved in the story is by sweeping it under the rug, and disregarding it, as the scope of the characters' described life experience in the story arc is deliberately narrowed down to an inauthentic extent, so as force the characters together. It is good story editing to remove extraneous description of how a young person's life branches out as they experience independence for the first time, but it is a mistake to let editing dictate the story, rather than apply editing to trim out a story where the characters evolve in an authentic manner.
Anonymousabout 2 months agoBeautiful. It reads like a simple love story film. Pure from the heart, not Othello and Desdemona. Thank you, Randi.
Anonymous2 months agoHelen1899 is a wreck waiting to happen! She makes no sense. I agree with anonymous completely. LM
Anonymous4 months agoI think the comments were almost more interesting than the story especially when one commentator takes umbrage with another. @ Nicktee most comments are anonymous because most readers don't care enough to create a profile and no other reason.
NickTee4 months agoI thought his need to distance himself from Donovan was right. The fact that it hurt was irrelevant. Many things hurt. One has to learn to live with it. The reconciliation though was justified I enjoyed it
Anonymous4 months agoMy first thought was that he was overreacting and ended up wasting 18 months. On reconsideration, the zero tolerance approach and refusal to act first, meant that the balance of power in the relationship, did not all side one way. In the end, the 18 months of hurt, crystallized their feeling for each other and led to their happy marriage, a marriage with total trust and love.
Anonymous5 months agoThank you Randi, I've read most of your tales countless times, this one is new to me. Health crap and a dead laptop kept me off Lit for a year, just now getting back. Vagabonds and Turn the Page will always be my favorites but I enjoyed this one nearly as much.
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Anonymous6 months agoWhen Donavan says . "Stick with me, tiger," she said. "We'll work on that sexuality thing. I'm really good at it." and the dirty dancing we see during the party. It implies that she is a whore for her father. When she goes to Shawn at the campground, she should realize that she has ruined the trust in their relationship. I think the real reason why she waited 18 months was because she was making sure there was no evidence of her fucking around. Once she felt sure no pictures or videos would turn up, she went back with Shawn.
Helen18996 months agoHow dare the disgusting person who hides behind an anon, call me a future cheat, what an evil Bastard you are. You know nothing about me, I hate cheats, she wasn't a cheat and as it turned out she had no intention of cheating. She made the first move at reconciliation, and he blew her away. Come out from behind your anon, open up and tell me why am a future cheat. Human beings like you are what's wrong with this evil world that we live in.
Helen18996 months agoI keep reading it, I love Donovan more every time, if I have a problem it's that she is possibly to perfect. However, I read in the hope she will have found someone worthy of her and dumped the egotistical narcissistic Shaw, who didn't deserve her at all. When she sought him out and he blew her away without listening to her, she shouldn't have touched him with a barge like ever again.
Anonymous6 months agoFunny that Helen1899 blames the man when it was actually the woman that ran off and wouldn't talk.
She put a condition on her talking, that he should just unconditionally believe her completely, and then when he said he could only assume unless evidence showed otherwise, she ran off and took all her things from the house.
The assumption that the MC should have done the running back when it was Donovan that was at fault as the offender and the one that cut and ran is absurd.
If the MC had chased after her that would have put her in the position of power, the way it eventually happened placed them both on an equal footing. I can see why, as a woman, you'd have wanted him to do the running though. Especially if you plan to cheat in the future.
