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Wow, that was just so much fun! After all of my nervous fear, I walked up and kissed Doc goodbye, told him I’d see him later, and sort of brushed my fingers along his shoulders when I walked out. All of our friends were completely stunned, even Dianne, who had guessed our secret, and I got a real thrill out of it, I was turned on to the max, and if I could have dragged Doc off to a private corner, I’d have fucked him silly.
This was absolutely nuts. Until a couple of weeks ago, I really couldn’t stand him. He was friends with my friends, which kept us seeing each other, but we sure weren’t friends. Even after we screwed back stage, I didn’t like him, though I have to admit, I thought a lot about his talent for sex.
And this morning? I was going to turn down his dinner invitation, I was going to crush his asshole self, I was planning on smiling when I gave him the thumbs down, but I couldn’t help myself: there was just something that I couldn’t define, and I accepted the date. I kept on sneaking glances at him, and suddenly I could see that he was trying to protect me, protect my feelings, and I guess that the only way I can put it is that the guy I thought was just an asshole was really a man.
I had two classes in a row, and they just dragged on. I probably should have just cut class, because I didn’t get a thing out of either one. Thing is, I need those classes, because they’re in my major, and I need to get my degree, so that I can support Lucy.
Doc and I haven’t been ‘dating’ long enough that I’ve somehow deceived him by not telling him that I have a four-year-old daughter, but if tonight goes as well as I hope it just might, I’ll have to tell him, before things get too far along. And I’ve got to get my head straight: have my feelings for Doc changed so drastically because of him, or is there part or me that’s looking for a dad for Lucy? Lucy needs a father, but it can’t be fair to latch onto a guy just to find her one.
When I finally got home, I went to pick up and hold my daughter. She’s getting big enough now that I don’t pick her up all that much, but she still likes it. Right now, thank God, my mom takes care of Lucy while I’m in school, and I sure don’t know what I’d do if mom wasn’t able to do that.
Actually, that’s not true: I do know what I’d be doing. I’d be on welfare and food stamps, with some crappy minimum wage job, trying to scratch out enough money for day care for Lucy, and I’d never be able to go to school to try to get ahead in life.
‘Hey, mom,’ I said, after I had played with Lucy for a bit. ‘I’ve kind of got a date tonight. I’m going over to this guy’s house, he invited me over for a home-cooked dinner, and I said ‘yes.”
‘Is that your way of telling me that you don’t expect to be back until the morning?’ Damn! Mom was a bit too perceptive for my good.
‘I’m not planning on it, Mom, but yes, it could happen. It kind of sneaked up on me all of a sudden, but I think that I really like him.’
‘You think you really like him? You don’t know?’
‘Well, that’s the crazy part. Up until a couple of days ago, I pretty much hated his guts, and he didn’t like me, either. Then suddenly, he changed, he started being nice to me, and polite, and then he asked me out. He had a real, genuine smile on his face when he asked me. Then, this morning, he was trying to protect my feelings from being ragged on by a group of our friends. I mean, he’s got my mind just thoroughly messed up. One minute I’m still suspicious about him and his motives, and the next I feel like a giddy teenager.’
‘OK, look, Sharon, you’re 23 years old now, and I know that you can’t just stay holed up at home all the time, and that you’re going to be interested in men. It’s just that you have to be responsible about things.’
‘I will be, Mom, you don’t have to worry about that.’
I decided to take another shower before going over to Doc’s for the evening, it had been warm enough outside, and in my crappy car, that I had sweated a bit. I wasn’t sure just how fancily I should dress to this evening, but finally decided on regular jeans with a nicer blouse. It was soft and satiny, a blue/green print, and it fit me well. And, I figured, I should wear my best bra and panties, just in case the date got down to that.
The truth be told, I was hoping it would get down to that! Ever since our little escapade a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been getting just plain turned on around him.
Doc had given me his address and a small map, to find his place, but I already knew where the street was, and it’s just one block long, so I knew just how long it would take me to get there. Even knowing just where I was going, I couldn’t help myself: I left half an hour earlier than I needed to, just to get there, and I was getting more and more turned on by the moment.
The street, Lyndhurst Place, is a short one, and, naturally, there was no good place to park. Fortunately, I spotted one on Stone Avenue, where Lyndhurst ends, and was able, with some annoying parallel parking, to get my piece of car parked. I looked at my watch: I was ‘due’ at 7:00, and it was only 6:25.
I had already spotted the apartment building when I drove past it, an old brick three story building. There were actually two very similar apartment buildings, side-by-side, but I could see the numbers over the entrances when I drove past. I entered, and then did something I had to do: I looked on the mailboxes, because, after months of knowing Doc from our group, I still didn’t know his real name!
And there it was: David Reynolds. I knew that his initials were D R, hence ‘doctor,’ and therefore ‘Doc,’ but I never knew for what the initials stood. I felt a twinge of guilt for a second, knowing that I had fucked a guy whose name I hadn’t really known, but then, remembering how he had made me feel, that familiar tingle downstairs came back.
Well, I wasn’t going to kill time waiting downstairs, certainly not when I was feeling like this. So I marched up to the third floor, found apartment 37, and knocked. Doc opened the door and said ‘Hi, there,’ and I immediately put my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a deep, deep kiss. That got his motor running, and I was pretty sure that this was going to turn out to be a pretty nice date.
We talked a lot, about the serious and the not so serious, laughing about the reaction of our friends after I had kissed him at the table. He had the spaghetti sauce and meatballs ready, but still had to cook the spaghetti itself, and while he moved to do that, I started setting the table. Somehow, I knew where everything was in his (tiny) kitchen, and we were moving around each other effortlessly, getting things ready without a single slip-up. That made me feel great, because it just seemed so natural. Then, after dinner was over, and Doc stood up to start cleaning off the table, I simply started doing the dishes. Doc – I wonder if anyone ever calls him David? – protested, saying that I didn’t have to do that, but I wanted to do the dishes. We wound up with me at the tiny sink, washing, and Doc standing to my right, drying and putting away the dishes. I know that I was smiling the whole time, because it just felt so normal, so natural, to be doing this with this man. I don’t know what he was thinking, but for me, this was what home life should be.
After dinner, it was just sitting on the couch, listening to music. He had this collection of hard rock, including Iron Butterfly, but he also had some classical music albums, and I picked Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, which is perfect music for just sitting together and cuddling and talking. I mean, you can’t exactly get romantic during White Room or Paint It Black.
We started feeling very good, and it was so romantic. I couldn’t stop kissing him, and Doc loved it. I was getting really horny, and it’s obvious that he was, too, but in a way it was scary: it wouldn’t be our first time, but this was feeling completely differen
t, not only from when we balled back stage, but from anything I’d ever done before. I had gotten fucked before, sometimes well and sometimes not so good, but this was totally different: we weren’t going to fuck, we were going to make love.
Oh, my God, it was so, so wonderful! I’ve never felt anything like that before, never been carried to such heights, never felt anything which was so all-consuming. It was like he was truly part of me, it was as though our souls were connecting and coming together.
David was feeling it too, I could tell. After the actual sex was over, we were just laying there, looking into each other’s eyes, and somehow, some way, we each said ‘I love you’ at the same time.
Was that too much, was that too soon? For a few seconds, I was worried, but that quickly vanished as David kept smiling at me. Whatever worries I had, he seemed to have none at all, those three words we’d said didn’t seem to him to be worrisome or too much in the slightest. I don’t know, maybe those words come much more easily to guys than they do to girls, maybe they don’t really mean the same thing, but they sure felt real to me at the time.
Moonlight Sonata was finished on the stereo, and David had to get up to take the album off.
David. Somehow, he’s just not Doc to me anymore.
We were brushing our teeth together, when he asked me, ‘Can you stay with me overnight?’
‘David, you couldn’t kick me out if you tried. Right now, I’d like to stay here forever.’
‘You can, you know.’
Suddenly, matters were getting really serious, and I was going to have to tell him that I had a daughter. ‘Let’s talk about that in the morning, sweetheart.’
I awoke to David kissing me on the back of the neck, as we were ‘spooned’ together in bed. We made love again, a bit more urgently this time, before hitting the shower and having nothing but toast for breakfast, since that was all he had! It was raining in the morning, so we took my car to the ‘C’ lot behind Memorial Coliseum. Then David raised the question: ‘You know, you said we should talk about something this morning. You said that you’d like to stay here forever, and I know that you’re still staying with your mother right now. You really could stay with me, you know.’
‘You know what we said last night, when I said that I loved you, and crazy as that sounds, I really think I do. And the way I feel right now, I want to move in, oh God, I want to be with you.’ I know that my eyes were starting to water. Reality was setting in, now, hard and direct, and I was going to have to tell him the whole truth.
David could see it coming, saying, ‘There’s a ‘but’ coming, isn’t there?’
‘David, I have a daughter . . . .’
I was dreading this moment, so much that I started shaking. Here I was, I could feel it, in love with this man, and now it was out there, my past, and the part that would scare away any sensible man.
‘So? I guess that we’d just have to find a bigger apartment, is all.’
Oh, my God, he loved me, he really loved me! This wasn’t running him away at all. I just started crying and threw my arms around him, and was kissing him with abandon, all while standing out in the rain.
We finally broke apart, and started walking toward our respective classes. I had a freshman English class over in the old Funkhouser Building, an old, World War II era pile of bricks with dark classrooms and no air conditioning, while David had a finance class in the Commerce Building. ‘Meet me in the TV lounge of the Student Center before we walk into the coffee shop after class,’ he said. ‘I want to walk in holding your hand.’
‘What, trying to show off your new girlfriend?’ I teased him, but the truth was that I wanted to show off a bit, too.
‘Yup, sure do! You know that everyone will be gossiping about us anyway, so we might as well give them a show.’
I had to give him a quick kiss before we went our separate ways. ‘I love you, David,’ I said in parting. ‘I love you, Sharon,’ he said in return.
Just like yesterday afternoon, I might as well have just cut this class, because I sure wasn’t getting anything out of it. All I could think about was David, and how calmly he accepted the fact that I had a daughter, and how he still wanted to be with me, regardless. UK was full of cute girls who didn’t have kids, and David could have easily found a girlfriend other than me.
After class, I made my way down to the Student Center, and David was waiting for me in the TV lounge just inside the entrance. ‘Ready for our big entrance?’ he asked me, smiling, and I said, ‘Yup, sure am!’ He took my hand as we walked into the coffee shop section, and headed over to the table where the gang usually sat. Joely spotted us first, and must’ve said something, because everybody at the table turned to look.
Well, the other girls pulled me away from David, over to one end of the table, to subject me to the Inquisition. ‘OK, girl, spill your guts! How the Hell did this happen, and what was your date like?’
So, naturally I had to tell them everything, about how this happened and what led up to it. I kept the tryst back stage to myself, since nobody had the first clue about that, but they were all hounding me about whether or not David and I had slept together last night, and how good he was in bed. I tried to be a little bit coy about it, but it was no use: they just had to know. I just told them the truth, that David was my best time, ever.
‘David, huh? Not Doc anymore?’ That was Dianne.
‘Doc was the asshole I didn’t like so much, David is the man who made love to me.’
‘Oh, man, this girl’s got it bad!’ Dianne again.
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Man, the guys were just hammering me with questions! I thought that it was only girls who gossiped like this, but here are three grown men peppering me with questions, most of all whether I had slept with Sharon last night. I had already heard Sharon tell the girls that we had, so there was no sense trying to hide it now.
‘Yeah, we did, and she’s wonderful, amazing, like the best ever, and that’s all I’m going to tell you.’
‘Does she give good head?’ Naturally, it was Ken who asked that one.
‘I already told you, I’m not going to tell you intimate details like that.’
After a while, the talk drifted away to other stuff, even while I could still hear the girls giggling over whatever Sharon was telling them. The Reds had started the season 4-7, and didn’t look good at all. Ken was trying to organize a trip to see the Reds play at Riverfront: they were hosting the Dodgers over the weekend, with a double header on Sunday. I like the Reds, and grew up listening to Al Michaels and Joe Nuxhall calling their games on radio, but I could listen to that in the background, I didn’t know if I could sit through a double header on Sunday. Saturday, I could do. Then I had to ask, ‘Is it OK with you guys if I take Sharon with me?’
‘Oh, man, all you’ll do is get all googly-eyed with her there,’ Randy complained. ‘I’m sure not taking Thea with me!’
‘Maybe you ought to just stay here and take your little girlfriend on a picnic in the park.’ That was Wayne, and he was mocking me.
‘You’re right, maybe I should.’ Then I got up and went to the girls’ end of the table, and, right in front of the others, asked, ‘Sharon, think we could have a picnic in the park this weekend? I need to meet your daughter, you know.’
Well, that did it! Her eyes just welled up with tears, and she threw her arms around me, in front of everybody. I guess that I should have expected that response, but I didn’t. The girls all started to ‘Awww,’ while the guys were making gagging noises.
Still, even though I’ve been trying to hide it, I’m concerned. I had always just assumed that I’d be a father some day, but instant family wasn’t something which had ever crossed my mind. If Sharon has a daughter, then there’s also an ex-husband or former boyfriend around. Does he hang ar
ound, does he have visitation, and does he pay child support? I guess that Sharon realized that I had questions, because while we both still had time before our next classes, and would normally have stayed here filling up our bladders with coffee and shooting the breeze with our friends, she suggested that we just take a walk outside.
We headed out the South Limestone Street door, past the stairs leading up to the Student Center Ballroon, which brought our first fuck back to mind. She saw me glancing at those stairs, and just pulled my hand toward the exit doors, away from the Ballroom. ‘We can do that later, right now, we’ve got to talk.’ I really couldn’t argue with that.
Once you get outside the Student Center through that door, you wind up in a grassy area that really isn’t used much. Old Alumni Gym, where the Wildcats used to play before Memorial Coliseum was built, stands there, but it’s kind of away from the traffic to the various classroom buildings. The day was warm enough, but this area was well shaded, and still cool.
‘I guess that I should start,’ Sharon began. ‘We were still being romantic before, when I told you that I had a daughter, but I’ve got to be practical here, and ask you what you’re thinking about that. I mean, I’m sort of feeling like I’ve trapped you with sex and then sprung a ready-made family on you. We’ve just started this, and if you want to back away from it, maybe it’s better if we do it now.’ Sharon was definitely not smiling.
‘Well,’ I began, ‘it was a surprise, but I’m not inclined to just run away. It’s obvious that I have fairly strong emotions when it comes to you, going from hate to love in just a few days, and I just can’t see going from that to kind of a blah friendship.’ I was speaking a bit slower than usual, choosing my words carefully, and Sharon could tell that. ‘I certainly don’t know what to do as a dad, but I guess that no one does until he becomes one. It’s just something I’ll have to learn to handle. But I can tell you one thing: after all of this, after somehow fate brought us together, I’m not going to just run away.’
I kind of expected her to start crying at that, but she didn’t: she stayed serious Sharon. ‘OK, David, I’ll tell you the whole story now, because you need to know.
‘I wasn’t the most popular girl in high school. I mean, I wasn’t somehow shunned or anything, but I wasn’t one of the more ‘with it’ girls. Anyway, I didn’t have a regular boyfriend when the senior prom rolled around, and this guy named Rick asked if he could take me to the prom.
‘Anyway, he was nice and sweet, and even though looking back on it I keep wondering how I ever saw anything in him, I did that night. Typical story, I lost my virginity the night of the prom, and I got pregnant.’
Sharon paused her story for a bit, so I asked the question that was foremost on my mind. ‘Is this Rick still around? After all, your daughter is his daughter, too.’
Sharon just laughed, a sad laugh, if there is such a thing. ‘Rick, still around? A real man would have stayed around, and taken responsibility, but he proved that he wasn’t a real man. I told him that I was pregnant – fortunately, there were only a couple of weeks of school left – but he just laughed at me and said no way, ‘it’ wasn’t his and I wasn’t trapping him and ruining his life with some brat.’
‘Anyway, after Lucy was born, I called him to let him know. I told him, and then he handed the phone to his father, who said, in no uncertain terms, that Lucy wasn’t his son’s, and that we weren’t going to get a dime from Rick or his family. So, no, he’s not around. I never even tried to get child support, because we were poor and Rick’s father had money enough for good lawyers. Rick never asked for visitation, and as far as I know, he’s forgotten that he even has a daughter. He’s never even seen her.’
Then serious Sharon did start to cry, started bawling. ‘Lucy’s father, her own flesh-and-blood, never wanted to see her, and yet here you are, with no obligations in the world, saying that you’ve got to meet her! I just love you so much!’
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