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Jacob didn’t move for at least 20 minutes, and Heather
didn’t want him to. His body was warm and heavy, making her feel secure in his
arms. She loved listening to him breathe and feel his heart beat against her
own.

Neither of them uttered a word about “love,” although that
word was thrown around recklessly during his climax, they just held each other
closely, breathing, soaking up the moment.

“Should I go?” Jacob asked.

“Stay…” Heather said.

“I do want to see this movie.” He said with a smirk.

He pulled Heather’s head close to him, pressing his mouth
against hers. The kiss was passionate and gentle, it felt intimate and
personal.

Jacob got up, leaving Heather naked and cold. He threw a
blanket over her gently, and then went into the kitchen to grab a towel, and
two beers.

He was delicate with his touch as he cleaned her up.
Heather loved that he walked around her apartment naked so freely. His body was
tight and toned; everything she had imagined it would be.

They finished the movie without dressing, cuddling back
onto the couch with their naked bodies pressed together.

Heather wasn’t sure when she had fallen asleep, but she
awoke in Jacob’s arms. He was gently placing her on the bed, covering her up
with the heavy down comforter he had picked out for her.

“Are you leaving?” She asked, groggy.

“Yes, but only for a couple hours.” He whispered.

Heather reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Their lips met, softly pressing against one another, and then, he was gone.

The alarm was sounding at 8:00 a.m... Heather had not set
it; she never set an alarm for a Saturday. She picked up her phone, shut the
alarm off, and then read the text.

Jacob: Open your door…

Heather: Ok

She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her body and
rushed to the door. Jacob stood in the doorway with a bag of donuts, two
coffees, and a single rose.

“What’s all this?” She asked.

“Breakfast…and this is just for you.” He said, handing her
the rose.

Jacob set the donuts and coffee down on the table and then
scooped Heather into his arms.

His hands lifted her buttocks, pulling her form the floor,
and her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked towards the bedroom.

The mattress was soft as her back fell onto it, and then
Jacob pressed against her, kissing her neck, and then her breast. Her robe had
fallen open, leaving all of her secrets open for his eyes.

“You really are beautiful.” He said, and then started to
undress.

Heather’s eyes widened as he revealed a massive erection.
She leaned up, taking him in her hand, slowly stroking him. Her mouth lowered
onto him, and slowly took him deep into her throat.

Her jaws worked to massage him as she worked her mouth up
and down on his large member. His moans were delicious, and his eyes on her
exhilarating. She placed her fingers around his balls gently squeezing them,
massaging them, working to the same rhythm as that of her mouth.

Jacob gripped her shoulders, tried pushing her back. She
pushed harder against him, taking him deeper into her mouth. His moans turned
to groans, and his grip released from her, letting her have her way. Within
seconds her mouth was filled with warm salty liquid, her reward for pleasing
him so well. She wiped her mouth, licked her lips, and looked up at Jacob for a
response. He looked stunned, satisfied, but stunned.

“No one’s ever done that for me before.” He said, still
trying to catch his breath.

“No one’s ever made me feel the way you do.” Heather said.

Jacob pulled her from the bed and into his arms. He held
her close, squeezing her with a snug grip.

“I do love you Heather.” He whispered.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She had thought he
only said it because she put him on the spot during his orgasm.

“You do?” She asked softly, looking up at him.

“I do.” He said.

“I have to make a confession.” He said.

Heather stared into his eyes while he worked up the
courage to speak.

“I knew I wanted you when I asked you to come here with
me.” He said.

“My engagement was a joke; I knew that…I wanted something
real.” He added.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She said.

“I couldn’t, not until I settled things with Jolie.” He
said.

Heather hadn’t thought about Jolie, at least not since he
kissed her on the couch last night.

“So, what happens now?” She asked.

“Now, Jolie moves to Paris…with Sloan, and we forget we
were ever so stupid.” Jacob said.

Heather gripped him tightly in her arms. She was ecstatic
to hear those words come from Jacob’s mouth.

“I can’t wait to tell our families.” Heather said.

“Can we at least wait until Jolie is gone…so they won’t
think we were having an affair?” He asked.

Heather agreed. Jacob was a good man, and he tried to stay
true to his fiancée, even though she never had intentions of staying true to
him. She didn’t want to ruin his good name, so they agreed to keep things from
the family for the next couple months, at least.

Heather was delighted that Jacob wanted to stay the weekend.
They walked in the park, ate pizza from a food truck, and even napped together
in the afternoon. It was perfect, everything Heather had ever dreamed of.

On Monday morning, there was no need for Jacob to pick her
up, he was already there, and when he wasn’t at her apartment, she was at his.

Mr. Crane called to offer condolences to Jacob for his
son’s playboy behavior. He never said anything to Heather, so she hoped he
wasn’t aware of her fling with his son.

Heather looked at the video of Sloan’s large cock sliding
into her from behind one last time before she deleted it from her phone. It was
time to move on, and she didn’t want any traces of him in her new life. Her new
life with Jacob.

A couple months went by before Jacob finally told Heather
they should live together. They moved into his townhouse so they could walk to
work together each morning, and sub-leased her apartment to a sweet couple from
where else, Missouri!

When they got off the plane together in February to visit
their families, everyone was shocked to watch them hold hands as they walked
off the tarmac.

“Is this really what you want?” Her mother asked.

“It’s what I’ve always wanted mom.” Heather said.

Jacob said his family was relieved he had gotten rid of that
stuck up gold digger
. He wasn’t aware of how much they disliked her
until he announced she was gone. Heather was delighted they were excited with
his new choice.

Her brother slapped Jacob on the back when they showed up
at his house. He couldn’t be happier to see his best friend and his baby sister
together. He had met a girl himself, a cute little blonde that worked as a
nurse in his office, so he knew a thing or two about office romances.

The night before they planned to leave, it was Valentine’s
Day, so their combined families got together for a farewell dinner.

Heather loved how well their families meshed. They had
spent their entire lives together already, so it just felt natural to finish
that out.

Their mothers were talking about recipes, while their
father’s argued over the Football game, and their cousins flooded the
restaurant with laughter and chatter.

Heather turned to Jacob, who had been talking to her
brother about an investment opportunity when she noticed he slipped out of his
chair and onto his knee.

The entire room was silent suddenly, and all Heather could
hear was her heartbeat.

“Heather, I’m so lucky you found something valuable in me,
and continued to love me all of these years. I would be honored if you allowed
me to spend the rest of my life with you, proving that value was worth the
wait.” Jacob said.

His voice was shaky, his hands trembling. Heather thought
it was adorable that he was so nervous. She had dreamed about this day since
she was a little girl, and now, here it was.

The tears streamed down her face, she felt her heart
swell. She could barely speak, but she managed to utter “yes.” Before Jacob
scooped her up in his arms and twirled her around the room.

Their families cheered, sending the entire restaurant into
a frenzy of excitement.

Heather knew this was just one of the amazing moments in
her life that she would get to share with Jacob. There were plenty more to
come.

The End of the Story
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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter
Two

Chapter
Three

Chapter
Four

Elizabeth McClain sat on the front porch of her beautiful
cottage-style home. She watched as her son, Timmy, played with his trucks in
the yard as college students waved to them from the sidewalk.

It was a beautiful town, filled with hope as students
settled in to start their lives. Elizabeth’s life was passing her by. She was
29, almost 30 and even though she had a degree in the arts, her only outlet
from motherhood was volunteering at the campus library.

“Hey honey,” Michael said.

He walked up the sidewalk, opened the gate and walked
towards his son still playing in the dirt. Michael kissed him on the top of his
head and then made his way towards Elizabeth for her routine peck on the lips
as a greeting.

“What’s for lunch?” he asked.

“Tuna salad,” she replied.

There wasn’t much enthusiasm left in her as she spoke. She
called for Timmy and they all went inside where she had lunch already prepared.

Elizabeth watched her husband and son play with their food
and laugh at the table. Michael was a very handsome man with distinctly manly
features. At 35, he still looked young, even with the beard and mustache he
refused to shave. As a college professor, he certainly looked the part. Her
eyes lingered on his tweed jacket and button-up shirt. The frames of his
glasses were thick and sturdy, and his blue eyes glimmered beneath the glass
when he looked at her.

“What’s wrong, Lizzy?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said.

There wasn’t anything wrong. She had a great husband,
beautiful son, and lived in a beautiful large home. So, why did she feel so
discontented?

“Why don’t we have a lunch date tomorrow, just the two of
us?” he asked.

Lizzy smiled at her husband and nodded her head. They
hadn’t had much time alone since Timmy was born, so maybe that’s all she
needed.

“It’s a date,” she said.

Michael kissed Timmy on the top of the head and then
leaned in towards Lizzy, kissing her softly on the lips. She wanted to slide
her tongue into his mouth and feel some passion, but before she could react, he
was walking out the front door.

She put Timmy down for his nap and went into her room. She
stared into the full length mirror at her body with harsh judgement.

Her large breasts were still her favorite feature, and
even though she still had a small waist and long legs, something about her
figure no longer excited her.

Whenever her self-esteem would plummet, she knew the frat
boys walking by her house could give her ego the stroke she needed. The daisy
duke cut-off shorts in her drawer and the light pink tank top that was too
tight to contain her large breasts always did the trick.

As she changed into her outfit, the one always worn when
gardening in the front yard, she started to feel better.

She pulled her long blonde hair into a pony tail and gave
herself an approving smile in the mirror before heading out the front door.

It didn’t take long for a group of boys to appear on the
sidewalk. She was bent over into the garden pruning her rose bush and she could
feel their eyes on her backside.

“Good afternoon Mrs. McClain,” a senior called out.

She turned around and smiled.

“Good afternoon, Ryan,” she said.

She had never seen the two boys walking with him and as
she turned back around, she heard them asking Ryan if she was a teacher.

“No, that’s professor McClain’s wife,” Ryan told them.

“No way, she’s fucking hot!” One of the boys whispered
loud enough for her to hear.

Her smile grew wider as she leaned back into the bush with
her pruners. That’s all she needed, just a reminder that she was still hot.

The boys were lingering in front of a house across the
street from hers, and she knew they were watching her. She went inside and
changed into her bikini. It was red with white flowers and barely covered her
most intimate parts.

As she walked out the side door, she noticed Ryan and his
friends gawking. She walked towards the back gate and once inside, she turned
and smiled at the boys.

Within minutes, Ryan and his buddies were at her gate.

“Do you need any yard work, Mrs. McClain?” Ryan asked.

“No thank you, Ryan. I’ve told you before, we use a
service,” she said.

She loved the cat and mouse game she played with the boy.
He wasn’t much to look at, tall, thin, and even though he was well through
puberty, still covered in acne. But, the attention was appreciated, and it
always seemed to lift her spirits.

“What about your pool? Do you need me to clean it?” he
asked.

“No, we have a service for that too,” she said.

She knew her breasts were bulging out of her bikini and
her tiny bottoms barely covered what little hair she left between her legs as
the boys all stared.

“You might burn in this hot sun, would you like me to rub
some lotion on you?” Ryan asked.

His friends laughed, but their eyes never left Lizzy’s
sun-drenched body.

“Ryan, don’t you have a class to get to?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

Ma’am, she hated that damn word. It made her sound old.
She knew it was a term of respect from the boy, but it wasn’t something she was
ready for…not yet; she wasn’t even thirty.

She shot the boys a sarcastic smile and Ryan led them away
from her back gate. As her feet touched the water, she felt the coolness on her
toes and the heat of the sun on her back.

Her best friend in college, Nancy, always told her to just
jump in and quit torturing herself, but she never could. She always walked in
slowly, no matter what it was in life, the pool, her marriage…but, Lizzy was
feeling the urge to just jump into something.

She needed a change in her life