Breaking Up is Easy To Do

Disclaimers: As with most of my stories, this is entirely a work of fiction. If anybody in this story seems like somebody you think you know, stay out of my mind. If anyone in this story gets lucky in the hanky panky department, they are at least 18 years of age. If I happen to use the name of a real person, its just for authenticity.

This title of my story is a play on the 1962 hit record by Neil Sedaka, titled Breaking Up Is Hard To Do. As you will read, this isn’t the case, here.

My name is Conway Barker. Even though I was born and raised in Port Orchard, Washington, my parents were huge Country & Western fans. Yeah, their favorite male singer was, yes, you guessed it, Conway Twitty. At least they didn’t burden me with his given name. You see, Twitty was born Harold Jenkins.

I learned to live with my name, and survived a little ribbing all through school. At least I became a better student than nearly all my classmates, and excelled in math and computer coding.

Truth be told, schoolwork wasn’t the only thing I excelled at, as I became quite proficient in martial arts. Standing nearly 6 feet tall and tipping the scales at a robust 150 as a Senior, I thought it wise to be able to defend myself. So did my parents.

I learned early in high school, that my computer skills were way above average. At my high school, South Kitsap High, I finished every course in computer science during my junior year. With taking a ferry boat across Puget Sound to the U of W not being feasible, I took advanced classes at the local Community College, and by the time I graduated high school, I was already well on my way to a computer science degree.

All through high school, girls just seemed to avoid me. I don’t think I was bad looking. Skinny, yes, but not hard to look at. Smart, yes, and that did scare away some of the girls.

Starting in at the U, I learned that my computer skills would serve me well, tutoring some struggling kids, with the classes I had completed while still in high school.

I also discovered I had a unique talent in writing complicated programs that each and every local high school could use in their scheduling of games. It seems as if they were all using programs from the last century, so my updated programs were selling like wildfire.

With my second year of college flying by, I began thinking of buying a house. In retrospect, this became one of my very best decisions.

I do admit, that with the money I was earning, along with help from my accountant father, and lawyer mother, I found a large, older home that had been repossessed by a bank, that mom had knowledge of.

All summer leading up to my third and final year of college, I fixed this house up, just the way I wanted it. The bank who owned it, couldn’t wait to get it off its books.

Here I was, 20 years of age, ready to start my final year of college, living in a house that I paid $255k, that was easily worth over $600k. This was my first very smart investment.

While I was breezing through my final year of school, I was beginning to get job offers, which I started to look into to. I couldn’t believe some of the complete jerks who would interview me. When I would quickly learn they knew about 25% of what I knew, and they wanted to be my boss and tell me what to do. I knew what needed to be done.

Talking it over with mom and dad, they listened and fully agreed that I should start my own company. Mom gave me a crash course in setting up the business, while dad set up my entire accounting system. Now, all I needed was an office.

I had some time to think about my future, so I took it slow and careful.

All though college, I had several girl friends, more than a few who shared their beds with me. I wasn’t one of those kids who partied every night, but I wasn’t exactly celibate, either.

Not to brag, but I never had any complaints in the bedroom.

As graduation neared, I found a small office space that suited my needs, perfectly. I had all the office furniture and equipment I needed almost a month before graduating. I did break down and hired a secretary, to make sure I kept on a schedule.

Setting up my own shop, I knew I was where I wanted to be. I had more than enough business, plus designing some new programs. As business was brisk, I began selling my scheduling program all over the country. I had several other programs bringing in extra revenue.

Every now and then, I would go on dates, but soon I found a few of these girls were more interested in my financial status than in me. I was smart enough to avoid them, completely. When I did have a second or third date, my secretary, Lorraine, kept a watch out for gold diggers, as she called them. She was like a second mother to me. In fact, she and mom were just about the same age.

Into my second year in business, doing very well, if I don’t say so, myself, I had a few larger software companies sniffing around. I wasn’t looking to be bought out, or taken over, but listened to each one.

There was one company, who I talked to, that had no chance in Hell, but one of the secretaries that I talked to was piquing my curiosity. Lynnell Hamilton. A blue eyed dark blond haired girl, about my age, tallish, on the well built side. Not overweight, but solid.

After talking on the phone, a few times, I finally met her for coffee. It was sort of a mutually agreed on date, of sorts.

We had an easy time just talking, so we met a few more times. Either it was my imagination, or each time we’d meet, it seemed as if her blouse had an extra button undone.

It was the fourth coffee date, when I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “your chest is liable to catch a cold if another button comes loose.”

With a giant smile on her face, she turned and gave me a very nice, soft kiss, and asked if I wanted to see more.

Getting up, she told me her apartment was just a few blocks away, and we raced to get there. Getting inside, we couldn’t get undressed fast enough.

Unbuttoning her blouse, I leaned over and started kissing her bra covered breasts. Her nipples hardened, quickly, as we both were throwing off our clothes. Making our way to her bedroom, our kisses became deeper, as we fell onto her bed. Leaning down, I barely touched her already throbbing clit with my tongue, when her entire body was shaking.

Taking out a condom, even though she said it wasn’t necessary, I eased my very solid seven plus inches inside. Even though I knew I wasn’t her first, she was still really tight.

Picking up steam, kissing her large C cups, her legs locked around my backside. We both were panting, heavily, really getting into each other. I quickly found out Lyn was not only a moaner, but a screamer, too.

As we rolled away from each other, just catching our breath. “Jesus, Conway, you’re an animal in bed,” she grinned.

“I think I could really get used to that, Lyn.”

We continued dating, when on one particular date, we were walking from the restaurant to the parking lot, when two fairly scruffy punks were walking towards us. I moved Lynnell behind me, and stopped. They both walked slowly towards us, telling us they wanted her purse, my wallet and watches.

I very quietly told them they were making a big mistake. They both started laughing, with one of them poking his finger into my shoulder. Without saying a word, I grabbed his finger, pushing it back far enough to hear his knuckle dislocate, and at the same time, shot my closed fist into the other idiot’s nose. The first guy took a wild swing at me, that I knocked away, following it up with a short jab right into his Adam’s Apple.

They both dropped like a pair or rocks, just as I heard the approaching sirens. When the cops looked at the two fallen thugs, they found a knife on each of them. Both Lynnell and I told them the same story of me defending us, as the EMTs were tending to the pair of jerks.

After giving our statements, Lyn just stared at me, asking if I was scared. I told her that I had never used my training except in classes, but those classes taught me how to react under control.

Taking her back to her apartment, we just sat in my car, talking for nearly an hour. Walking her to the door, I quietly asked her if my actions put our relationship in jeopardy. When she convinced me it didn’t, I gave her a very tender kiss, feeling her body still shaking.

“Do you want me to stay the night?” I asked.

“No, I think I need to sort things out, on my own.”

Getting to work on Monday morning, Lorraine could tell something wasn’t right. I told her the entire story, including me not staying with her overnight.

“She’s probably afraid of your skills, and isn’t sure how to accept them, Conway,” she said in her motherly tone.

Not more than two hours later, I get a text from Lyn with just a smiley face and two hearts, with the words, ‘my hero’ in all caps.

My return text asked, ‘dinner tonight?’

“OK, pick me up at 6.”

I guess she convinced herself I just might be her knight in shining armor.

For the next few months, we became quite a bit closer. I would stay at her place, some nights, and I finally had her stay at my house, which she hadn’t seen, as yet.

The first time seeing my house, her chin just dropped, and her eyes were wide open.

With us becoming an item, she finally let me know that she was nearly two years older than me. I told her that wasn’t an issue, as she did tell me this, while her head was slowly taking my rock hard sex deep into her throat. Any news is easier for me to absorb with a warm pair of lips wrapped around my manhood.

Another couple of months of steady dating, and very satisfying sex, when I asked her to move in with me, she couldn’t say yes fast enough.

With my business going great guns, I very quietly asked her to marry me. It took her nearly three seconds to say yes.

She had met my parents, and got along with them very well. Her parents, who lived in New Mexico, just had met me on phone calls. We did all agree that our wedding would take place in Seattle, so we made plans to fly her parents here. She had told me her relationship with them wasn’t always the best, and she warned me not to be surprised they backed out.

The ensuing months were spent with us planning our own wedding, and true to her prediction, Lyn’s parents decided not to attend. I truly felt bad for her, but with my parents filling in just fine, we were set for our big day.

I did take my mom’s advice and drew up a more than fair prenuptial agreement, that Lynnell signed, without hesitation.

With her keeping her job at the company who wanted to buy me out, she kept me informed of others who wanted me to join forces with, or sell out to them.

I just wanted to stay my own boss, and to make my own decisions. One of the decisions I made was to add Lynnell to my office staff, doing some in house advertising. We discovered she had many good ideas about marketing some of my newer programs, and Lorraine welcomed the extra help she provided. It also gave my wife a mother figure she had long been without.

With my business doing better than I ever could have imagined, we made the decision to start a family. We had talked about it, and kept up our very active sex life, so convincing Lyn to stop her pills didn’t take too much conversation.

“You do know that when we talked about kids, we didn’t set any limit, don’t you?” my wife cooed.

“Are you saying the more the merrier?” I replied.

Just grinning at each other, we kept up our more than heated love making. There was nothing off limits. But when we tried anal sex the first time, we did agree that wasn’t the way to start a family. We both did agree that was a great alternative when mother nature took regular fucking off the table.

In less than three months, we found out our first child was on the way. The next night, after finding out about this great news, we just couldn’t get enough of each other.

When I told my parents the great news, I could just sense their enormous pride at our pending birth. With me being an only child, this was their first chance at being grandparents.

As my wife’s belly grew, our sex life did taper off, but not altogether. We did partake in lots of oral, which always brought forth the screamer I married.

Just as I was headed to work, one morning, we both knew I was taking her to the hospital, instead. I was a nervous wreck, pacing back and forth, while Lyn was being prepped. When she looked me in the eye and told me to calm down, it was her body giving birth, not mine, I started to calm down, just a bit.

Holding her hand, and watching the miracle of birth, our son, Brandon Barker entered our world. At 8 pounds, he was a bit on the chunky side, but with his deep blue eyes, and just a hint of brown hair, he couldn’t have been more perfect.

We both knew our lives were changed for the better, as he was placed on mommy’s chest. With his tiny fingers wrapped around my little finger and his piercing blue eyes staring up at both us, we found unconditional love.

Snapping pictures to be sent to my parents, I finally asked my wife if she wanted me to send them to her folks. She told me just to send them the basics, and we would decide on pictures at a later date.

Getting settled at home, Lynnell took to motherhood like a champ. I do have to admit, it took a try or two for me to get the hang of this diapering business. I guess I should have paid more attention during our parenting class.

When Brandon started to walk, we started on a sibling for him. Each and every chance we had, we were screwing in every room possible. We were blessed with a very sound sleeper, so our interruptions were kept to a minimum.

Just over two months later, we found out Brandon was indeed going to be a big brother. This time, we decided to learn the sex of number two. When we found out a girl was on the way, overjoyed doesn’t begin to describe how we felt.

As our daughter grew inside mommy’s tummy, our sex life became a bit more careful. Oral was at the very top of our play list, with a good fucking thrown in, once in a while. I just had to be very careful, and got used to doing it on our sides.

Just about a week before our due date, my longtime secretary, Lorraine died of a heart attack. Saying we were devastated, didn’t come close to our feelings.

Laying in bed, a few nights later, Lyn looked me in the eyes and very quietly said our daughter should be named either Lori or Lorraine. I couldn’t have agreed more.

Two mornings later, we were off to meet our newest family member. Just over an hour later, Lori Ann Barker made her appearance. Barely seven pounds with nearly the same blue eyes and a wisp of brown hair, she definitely was Brandon’s little sister. She also had no trouble making her presence known to all in the delivery room. With her little pink hat, she was placed in mommy’s arms and instantly stole our hearts.

When we got to go home, the next afternoon, all Brandon did was to look at her, smile, and gently touch her little hand.

Looking at our upcoming fifth anniversary, we decided not to go for number three. Both our kids were flourishing, my business was through the roof. Lynnell decided not to return to work, but to volunteer at the pre-school both kids were attending.

When Brandon started kindergarten, a year later, she became a mainstay in the PTA volunteering for anything nobody else wanted to do. Two years later, she had two classes to help with, when Lori started.

With our sex life picking right back up to full speed, we were the epitome of a happy family. We stayed that happy family for seven or eight more years.

I can’t really put my finger on when it started to change, but one night, out of the blue, Lyn looked at me and asked why her name wasn’t on the title of our house. When I asked why the change, all of a sudden, she just said never mind, and dropped the subject.

Our sex life started to diminish, and both kids noticed some changes. They both asked why mom was distant, all of a sudden, so I sat down and talked with my wife.

“Is there anything going on I should know about?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Lyn, even the kids notice a change in you, and I’m worried.”

She just kept starring at the floor, when I asked the question, I really didn’t want the answer to.

“Are you having an affair?” I asked.

She just shook her head, no, but I wasn’t convinced.

“Please, look at me and tell you’re not having an affair.”

“Please, Conway, I’m not, but, oh shit, I’m trying not to be tempted, I truly am.”

I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing. To me, it sounded like there was someone else, but I didn’t know how far it had gone.

“Is it somebody I know?”

She just shook her head, no.

“Do you want a divorce?”

Again, shaking her head, no.

“What are we going to do, Lyn?”

By this time her head was in her hands, sobbing, and she got up and ran to our bedroom. When I got there, she was in the bathroom, and I could hear her crying.

It took me two more days, of her silence before I made the call I had been dreading. I called my mother, and asked her about a divorce lawyer. I told her the entire scenario, and after listening, she gave me the name of a new, up and coming lawyer.

Another two days, and I finally met with this lawyer. Shelly Farmer, who told me all that hiring her entailed. She also told me her investigator, named K, just K, would start the very next morning. She pressed a phone key and K came into our room. I was a bit stunned, seeing this girl, or I thought she was a girl, on the short side, maybe 5’2″ or so, very short hair, several noticeable tattoos, and very quiet.

I gave her all the information on Lyn I could think of, and left, not in the best of moods.

When I got home, the kids were there, and told me they didn’t know where their mother was. I made the conscious decision not to use the ‘find my phone’ app, so I wouldn’t be tempted to find her. And if I found her, with another man, I couldn’t be guaranteed of controlling myself.

Five days later, when the three of us were having dinner, who walks in, but a very tired looking Lynnell.

“Kids, could you give dad and me some alone time?”

“They can hear what you have to say, they’re old enough.”

“Please, Conway, don’t drag them into this.”

“Kids, go finish your homework.”

When they were out of the room, she started, very softly.

“I know you’ve put some restrictions on my credit cards, and I figured that would happen. I just need some time to figure some things out.”

“What is there to figure out? Either we’re married, or we aren’t. I guess its your choice.”

“Please, Conway, try keeping this civil.”

“As civil as you and some 20 year old at the ‘no-tell’ Motel these past two days! Please don’t take me for a fool. And, for God’s sake don’t insult me by saying you two didn’t do anything. I’ve got pictures!”

Her tears stopped her from putting two words together. She just got up and quietly left my house.

When my kids came back into the room, they both sat down and quietly asked if what they heard was true.

After debating for a few minutes, I decided at 14 and 12 years of age, they were mature enough to know the truth.

“First off, let me finish, completely, before asking any more questions. Second, I’ve hired a lawyer, who has an investigator who has given me pictures, that I won’t show you. Be assured, they are not pretty. Third, this investigator also has a video, you won’t see, either. Your mother has a much younger boyfriend, who seems to be honing in on a fat payday. I’ve learned his name is Jimmy McClure, and he just turned 21 years old.”

As I waited for any questions, I sat back, cringing at what my kids might ask.

“Dad, I think we both remember a Jimmy McClure working at our school, last year, as a part time janitor.”

We talked about many things for the next two hours, and by that time we were all emotionally spent.

I did text Lynnell before going to bed. Four short words. ‘filing for divorce tomorrow.”

I wasn’t shocked not getting a response, so I went to bed.

When I woke up, I saw a two word response. “Please don’t.”

On my way to my lawyers office all I texted back was, ‘too late’.

After talking with my lawyer and investigator, I felt like shit. I kept asking myself what I did that made my soon to be ex-wife find a boyfriend.

I knew Lynnell would be served the next day, wherever K could find her. I only hoped it would be in a crowd.

I knew I couldn’t concentrate at work, so I went back home. I went all through the house boxing up anything that was Lyns. I still wasn’t vindictive enough to destroy anything, but I did want it out of sight.

Believe it, or not, I was served the next day, with Lynnell countersuing me. Wow, she shacks up with some kid, and she is suing me! The balls on her.

Three weeks later we had a meeting with her and her attorney. I had heard some things about her attorney, none of which were any good.

I was instructed not to say anything, and to keep a straight face. My lawyer also told me there was a chance of Lyn asking for the house. When pigs fly, was my answer.

Sitting down, the very first thing out of her lawyer’s mouth was, “Ms Hamilton wants at least 65% of the house.”

Before he could say another word, Shelly quietly told them both that the house was Mr. Barkers long before their wedding, and its not up for discussion. If either of you would have read their pre-nup, you’d have seen that. Oh, have you applied for a name change, or do we still call you Mrs. Barker?”

With both the lawyer and Lynnell not saying a word, we got up to leave.

“Call us when you want to negotiate minus Mr. Barker’s house.”

With that, we left, without waiting for any comments or replies.

My lawyer told me that patience was my biggest asset, so I knew I had to keep my cool. Each night my kids and I would talk about everything

except their mother.

I never told them not to, but they understood where we all stood.

One evening, I noticed that Lori was very quiet. When I asked if she was OK, her reply shocked me.

“Mom texted me, today.”

“And?”

“She just asked if we were doing OK. I just told her that we wished our family was like it used to be, before she broke us apart.”

“Did she answer?”

“Not a word, dad.”

The rest of the night we were all on the quiet side. For the next two weeks, nothing was mentioned about their mother.

I got pretty good at this waiting game, when one afternoon, my lawyer sent me a text that we had a meeting the following Monday.

I couldn’t wait to hear what sort of shitstorm they were cooking up.

Both Lynnell and her shyster lawyer were more on the reserved side this time around.

We waited for them to make the first move.

“We want to talk about the house,” her lawyer said.

We just got up and left. As we opened the door, with her lawyer asking us to return, I looked them both in the eye and said, “read the fucking pre-nup. No house, no way. When you want to talk again, tell us your topics, or get a fucking court date.”

I do believe they knew I was serious.

As we were waiting for the elevator, Lyn came out and asked if she could visit the kids.

“You do know they both hate you, and the chances of that happening are nonexistent.”

As we got into the elevator, I noticed her boy toy at her side, looking none too happy.

Talking with my lawyer, I made a suggestion, that she agreed with, one hundred percent.

Two days later, Jimmy McClure was served with a restraining order stopping him from coming any where within 500 hundred feet from my kids. Just in case.

Another two weeks passed, when my lawyer called me and when she read me the list of their topics to discuss, she ended by saying we had a date with a judge in one week.

FIRST COURT APPEARANCE:

Her lawyer: Your Honor, we are seeking 50% of the value of the house they shared for their 15 years of marriage plus half the value of his company.

My lawyer: Your Honor, you have a copy of the pre-nup that Mrs. Barker signed, stating the house belonged to Mr. Barker for several years before their marriage. Also, Mr. Barker will stipulate to a forensic audit to determine how much value his company had, before the marriage.

Her lawyer, interrupting: How long will that take?

My lawyer: Your Honor, a proper audit will take between 6 and 12 months to complete.

Her lawyer: That’s just not acceptable.

My lawyer: What’s the matter, Counselor, need your fee that quick, or is her boyfriend pressuring for a quick settlement?

Judge: Let’s keep this civil, why don’t we. And please answer her question, for my benefit.

I noticed her lawyer seemed to be at a loss for words, so I leaned over and whispered in my lawyer’s ear a proposal.

My lawyer: Your Honor, Mr. Barker will pay Mrs. Barker the one time sum of $400,000 if she drops her countersuit and signs the papers, today.

Her lawyer: Let my client and I discuss this offer.

The Judge called for a 30 minute recess.

When we walked out of the courtroom, K was there, and, sure enough Jimmy McClure was waiting to offer his two cents worth.

BACK IN SESSION:

Her lawyer: Your Honor, if Mr. Barker makes it $500,000 we’ll consider it.

My lawyer: No deal, $400,000, take it or leave it.

Her lawyer, pausing: Its a deal.

Papers were signed, by both of us, and I told Lyn she would have the money by end of business, that day. I turned, with my lawyer and left.

The next day, after discussing this with my kids, I went to Shelly’s office to get a final report from K, which turned out to be very interesting.

For the next three weeks, I heard nothing from anyone in this matter, until I got a text from my lawyer and my soon to be ex-wife almost at the same time.

Now this will come as a shock to all you cynical readers, my ex told both me and my lawyer the proceeds from my payment to her were virtually down to zero. I knew it shouldn’t cause me to lose sleep, but I just wanted to check the situation out.

When I got to my lawyer’s office, both she and K were there, but they told Lyn not to come for another hour.

K told me just about what I expected. It seemed as if good old Jimmy made a hasty money transfer to an account in Panama.

“So, its gone?” I asked.

“Oh, no, not by a long shot, Mr. Barker,” K replied.

“Now, if he transferred it to the Cayman Islands, that would be another story. Panama has a 10 day hold on the money, to make sure its legal, so, Mr. Barker, lets take a little trip to Panama City, to spring my little surprise on him.”

“OK, but please call me Conway.”

“Deal.”

Since my kids, who were off on Christmas break, and us all needing a vacation, the four of us took off to what, I didn’t know.

We actually did some sightseeing, but took it easy owing to the oppressive heat and humidity.

Here is what transpired at the National Bank of Panama, our third day there.

We were sitting outside at a nice cafe, watching the front of the bank, when who should appear, but Jimmy the dipshit, with some scraggly looking teenager in tow. He sent her into the bank with a huge oversized purse, and waited outside.

About five minutes later, she came out, and the screaming started. He was gesturing wildly, when K and I walked over to them.

“What seems to be the matter Jimbo,” I asked.

“Where’s my fucking money?” he yelled.

“You mean Lynnell Hamilton’s money?”

I could see smoke coming out of his ears, he was so mad.

K then told him he should have banked with a more secure bank, say in the Cayman Islands.

I started to move a bit closer, when he started reaching for K. What a mistake that was! Unbeknownst to me, K was at least a third or fourth degree black belt, in her own right, and had Jimmy on the ground writhing in pain in less than 45 seconds.

“Shitty thief, plus a shitty fighter, eh, Jimmy boy?”

It seems as if when his bimbo went into the bank to close the account out, and asked for large bills, the teller reached into his till and produced exactly $1.95, American!

The four of us left for our air conditioned hotel room, to get ready to fly home, the next morning.

Sitting having dinner, both my kids asked K what happened to that money. Finally able to speak, she told them she created an account in the Cayman Islands, then hacked into the Panamanian bank and transferred all but two dollars.

“So, who has that money?” Brandon asked.

“It will be your mothers, but not all at once, until she can show me she is responsible enough to manage it,” I responded.

I went into my bedroom to send Lyn an email, detailing what transpired. When I returned to our sitting room, my kids were there. but K wasn’t.

“Did you two chase her away?”

“Nope, but we needed some time with you, by ourselves.”

“Dad, what do you think about you dating K?” my daughter asked.

“You both are nuts, she is my friend, who’s half my age.”

Both my kids told me she’s 24, and just a nice person. A bit socially awkward, but she’s survived a really bad upbringing, they both told me.

This did get me thinking. I couldn’t think of any person I knew more opposite of Lyn than K, but I needed some time to think.

With both kids doing whatever kids do on their tablets, I took K down to the lobby, just to talk.

“I’ve been thinking, and I remember my grandfather telling me about a baseball player from Seattle, named K Chorlton, from a long time ago. Any relation?”

Smiling, she told me he was a ‘close friend’ of her great grandmother. She then tells me about her childhood. None of which was pleasant. “All I was ever told by my parents, was that I’d never amount to anything. Even when I graduated college at 20, with a Computer Science degree, my dad would have nothing to do with me, because I was ‘different’ I just never fit in, anywhere. To be truthful, Conway, if it wasn’t for Shelly and now you, I’d probably be dead.”

I just couldn’t believe what I was just told. I also realized her head was resting on my shoulder.

“Can I give you a kiss?”

“I guess, but I’ve not had much experience.”

Taking her smiling face in both hands, I very gently kissed her waiting lips. Very soft, very tentative return on her part. I rested my forehead on hers, and leaned in for another kiss. This time just a bit longer. I also pulled her a bit closer, putting my arms around her.

“Hmm, I think I could get used to that, Mr. oops, Conway.”

Smiling, I just pulled her closer to me and kissed the top of her head.

“I need to tell you, that is one of the very few times anyone has shown me any affection, and I really think I like it.”

“I do like it, too, seeing you smile, K.”

Going back up toward our rooms, I took her in my arms, waiting for the elevator, and kissed her several times with much more action than before. Her eyes flew wide open when she felt my growing manhood pressed up against her midsection.

“I’m not sure if I’m ready for that, just yet.”

“Neither am I, and I’m sorry if you’re offended.”

“I’m certainly not offended, but that’s the first, um, male part I’ve ever had pressed against me.”

Leaning over, I whispered in her ear, “that’s called a penis, or cock, or many other things,” I said with a grin. I also noticed her face was bright red.

Getting back to our adjoining rooms, my kids were engrossed in their tablets, so K and I went into her room.

“Let’s just sit and talk, shall we?” I said.

Sitting in the armchair, she surprised me by sitting in my lap, resting her head on my shoulder. I did have to admit to myself she certainly felt good on my lap.

As I took her chin and turned her face to me, I gently kissed her again. This time, I gently pushed my tongue against her closed mouth, feeling it open. For the first time, she pushed back into my kiss.

I decided to get a little bolder, and placed my hand on her very small breast. I felt her entire body tense up.

“Should I stop?” I whispered.

Just shaking her head, no, she sat up and removed her shirt, showing her very small, barely A cup sized breasts. I also noticed that her tiny, pink nipples were rock hard. I leaned over, very gently licking one nipple.

“Oh, my God, oh shit, don’t stop.”

Taking her breast into my mouth, running my tongue all over her highly aroused nipple, I felt her entire body shuddering.

“Oh, shit, Conway, I think I wet myself.”

“No, my dear, that’s what’s called an orgasm.”

With her head on my shoulder, I heard her soft sobs, so I asked if she was OK.

“Yes, but growing up, what little I knew about sex, I figured I’d never experience anything close to that.”

Doing my best but cheesy Humphrey Bogart impression, I said, “stick with me, kid, and I’ll show you the moon.”

I could tell that she had had enough for one night, so I told her I was going back to my room.

“Would it be possible for you to stay with me tonight, even if we don’t do, you know, anything sexual?”

“Of course, just let me tell my kids.”

“Conway, I hope you know that even at 14 and 12, they are wise beyond their years.”

Going back to tell my kids that I was staying next door, they both just took that in stride.

As I gathered a few things, I had to stop and ask myself, what the Hell was I doing? While K was a wonderful girl, she was barely older than my kids. Yes, she was a world class hacker, and investigator, who helped me out of this mess my ex-wife caused, but, still, was I going to take advantage of her? I certainly hope not.

Going back into the adjoining room, I noticed a very quiet K sitting in the middle of her bed.

Before I could say anything, she put a finger to her lips shushing me.

“I want you to know, I’ve never had a man in my bed, ever. I’ve had a girl, once, but we really didn’t do anything. I just wanted you to know that.”

Sitting next to her, and taking her in my arms, I looked her in the eyes and told her I wasn’t expecting anything, except a friend laying next to me.

Climbing under the covers, she nestled in my arms, putting her head on my chest. I could feel her still aroused nipple against me, and noticed I was smiling, for the first time in quite a while.

Feeling her getting out of bed, I waited for her return. Before I could ask if she was OK, she whispered, just nervous, I guess.

We both rolled over, but right into each other. Taking her face in my hands, I kissed her, very deeply, while lifting her tank top over her head. Leaning down, I started inhaling one breast, then the other. I felt her body shaking, over and over.

Moving down her taut body, I got to her panties, and slid them down her cute, little behind. Kissing her very tight tummy, and down to her fairly thick bush. When my tongue touched her slit, I thought she was going to throw me off the bed. When my tongue found her already throbbing clit, it was all I could do to hold onto her hips.

Just as I was sucking her very large clit a second time, I found out she was a true squirter, drenching my face with her sex juices.

“Oh fuck, I am so sorry,” she moaned.

“Oh my God, K, you didn’t pee, you had a fantastic orgasm. You squirted. That’s a female ejaculation. And not many women do that.”

Still shaking, I held her very close to me, and just kept telling her how fantastic she was. All I could think was, WOW.

After a quick clean up, we just laid in bed, with her asking about a hundred questions. Was she abnormal squirting like that. Absolutely not. Would I stay with her even if we didn’t go any further. Definitely.

I felt her hand rubbing down from my chest right to where my undies would have been, had I been wearing any. I sort of froze when her hand touched my sex. For not having any experience, it sure felt good.

She moved down, giving my tummy a kiss or two. When her lips touched the head of now very erect cock, I started to say something, when she put a finger next to my mouth, telling me to keep quiet.

I felt her take the entire head of my cock into her very soft mouth, and very tentatively move up and down. My fucking goodness, but that felt so good. Up and down, again, taking just over half my seven plus inches. I then felt her soft hand cupping my balls, driving me nuts. Pun intended.

If this was her first attempt at a blow job, I couldn’t wait to feel what it would be like when she got really good at it. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, but I waited to see what she would do, when I came.

No sooner did I think that when I exploded, right into her mouth. Over and over, again. She did spit some out, but also swallowed more than a little. She did turn away, spitting into a tissue.

Falling into my arms, we just stared at each other.

“I hope you’re not disappointed,” she said.

“K, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were telling me some story about not knowing what to do. I am more than satisfied.”

Seeing my cock still more than halfway to full, she very gently moved on top of me, took hold of my cock, and guided it right between her soaking wet lips. With very little discomfort, she started moving up and down my sex. It was all I could do to hold each of her hips, as she rode me like a seasoned pro. After feeling her body shake for the third time, I shot stream after stream of cum deep into her womb.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Simply fantastic, Conway.”

“Aren’t you worried about becoming pregnant?” I asked.

“I’ve been told that might never be possible, because of very irregular periods. If it should happen, I’d never tie you down.”

“Oh, K, if it should happen I’d marry you in an instant. In fact, we should discuss the possibility of marriage, anyway, what do you think?”

Between some sobs, she just nodded her OK. After one final cleanup, we finally fell asleep.

Flying back home, my kids were noticeably happy, so after we were airborne, I asked them what was going on.

“Come on dad, you two have been grinning like Cheshire cats, all morning. Come on dad, spill!”

“OK, OK, we’ve been talking, and the word marriage might have been used. Remember, I said might!”

All the rest of the way back home, all four of us couldn’t stop grinning.

Getting back home, we started to discuss K moving in with me. At first, she balked, but after two or three dates that ended with us in bed, learning what we liked, and what we didn’t. There wasn’t too much we didn’t like. With us becoming more than just friends, she finally decided to move in with me. To be truthful, I think my kids helped tilt the balance my way.

It must have been the fourth or fifth morning in our house, K jumped out of bed, barely making it to the bathroom. Hearing her puking her guts out, I was both worried and excited. Were we going to be parents, or was she afflicted with some bug. The second morning of the same routine, she was convinced to go to her Doctor.

With my concern, I went with her. After a quick exam, her Doc, got out her ultrasound wand, and after two or three minutes, we both knew she was about 7 or 8 weeks pregnant.

After getting dressed, we just clung to each other, with her face buried in my chest.

“Oh, Conway, I can’t rely on my mom helping me with this, who am I going to lean on?”

I just held onto her shaking body. I had a thought but needed to discuss this with all the people involved.

It had been months since our divorce, and Lyn and I were on semi good terms. Meaning neither of us ever talked about Jimmy McClure.

That night, the four of us started to discuss each and every aspect of this occasion. Even without voicing my thoughts, it was Lori who quietly said, ” should we ask mom?”

We all just looked at each other, when I told them I had been thinking the same thing. I also said my mother would help, too, but with her living across Puget Sound, the commute would be difficult.