TITLE    : Friends with Benefits Ch. 04
STORYID  : friends-with-benefits-ch-04-4
SUMMARY  : Becca and DeShawn Grow Closer.
AUTHOR   : JayCuck@lit
DATE     : 2014-06-08
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
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<i>Hi folks. Thank you for reading this chapter of Friends with Benefits. </i>



<i>I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. I've deliberately increased the tension and conflict in this story. I don't think the storyline and characters support a calm relationship any longer. </i>



<i>I know some folks feel that the Military hasn't been shown in a good light during this series. I disagree and will just say that it's not intentional. Having served in the military, I hold any and all military members or former members, in the highest regard. </i>



<i>Feel free to reach out and let me know what you think of this chapter. I read and review all feedback on Literotica and I try and return any emails I receive. </i>



<i>Thanks again. </i>







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<i>Morning Sex! God, I love morning sex!</i> Becca thought happily as she walked, hand in hand with DeShawn to his car. She glanced at her lover and smiled privately. <i>I love any kind of sex with this man. </i>



When Becca woke, Deshawn had his usual morning gift and Becca decided to make the most of it. His amazing tool, was hard as a rock and Becca took it immediately into her mouth, before DeShawn was even awake. There was something forbidden, naughty and completely delicious about waking DeShawn up with a blow job. 



Once he was awake though, DeShawn had other ideas. He pulled Becca off his cock and had her ride him, so he could lick and suck her nipples, until she'd orgasmed at least twice. When he finally released inside her, Becca was happily feeling the effects of her third orgasm, as it burst through her. 



They showered together and took turns washing each other's body, from head to foot. As DeShawn ran the washcloth over her body, Becca noticed him growing erect again. A naughty smile crossed her face, as she sunk to her knees and took her man into her mouth. While she wanted him to cum inside her, she also loved the feeling of DeShawn shooting into her mouth. It was intimate, dirty and completely sensual. 



<i>He is so fucking scrumptious!!!</i>



"So, where you taking me today?" Becca asked brightly. 



"It's a surprise." DeShawn smiled widely at her. "Just be patient, trust me and enjoy the drive."



"It is a beautiful day."



They were driving up Interstate 95, which ran right along the Florida and Georgia coastline. To say the drive was beautiful, was a serious understatement. The top was down on DeShawn's Mercedes and they whipped along, weaving in and out of the light traffic. The ocean alternated between a deep blue and a sea-grean, depending up on the depth of the water, but the champagne waves were a consistent foamy white, as they rolled onto the beach. It was beautiful, peaceful and probably the most relaxing time in Becca's life every. 



As beautiful as the ocean was, Becca had a hard time pulling her gaze away from DeShawn. A small, content smile played across his face as he drove. The light blue polo stretched tightly across his body, outlining his muscles nicely, especially his arms, and Becca resisted the urge to wrap herself around him. 



<i>It's probably not the safest thing to do. </i>



DeShawn had a heavy foot, but they never got above 85 and the drive turned out to be closer to four hours than three hours, but neither DeShawn nor Becca cared in the slightest. They held hands and talked about a thousand different things, none of them important, but all of them critical in bonding them further. 



"We're almost there Becca. It's about another ten minutes."



"It's so beautiful here." She said softly. 



DeShawn nodded. "Yea. I love coming here. The place we're going is outside of Savannah and it's even more beautiful, if you can believe it."



"Ten minutes?"



"Hmmmm. About eight minutes now."



"We're almost there baby, why don't you tell me where we're going?"



A wide smile crossed DeShawn's face. "You'll see soon enough Becca."



DeShawn finally turned into a wide entrance. It was guarded. He pulled up to the guard house and shook hands with the security guard.



"Dan." DeShawn said with a smile. "How the hell are you bud?"



"Great DeShawn." He released DeShawn's hand. "It's been a while. You keeping yourself safe?"



"Always buddy." 



Dan, the security guard, looked to be in his middle 50's, still in good shape, with alert eyes. He nodded once more at DeShawn before stepping back. "Want me to tell them you're coming?"



"No. I'd like to surprise them."



Dan laughed. "You're a brave soul." He activated the gate and DeShawn slipped past it. 



"Brave soul?" Becca asked. 



"Dan's a good man. He's worked here since I was in middle school. He's former air force as well, great guy and he takes his job seriously."



"Brave soul?"



DeShawn winked at Becca in response and she narrowed her eyes at him. "We're going to talk later, you realize that, right DeShawn?"



The gate disappeared behind them and Becca realized they were in a very nice, very exclusive neighborhood. The homes were set well back from the street and they had to be on 5 to 10 acre lots. Each home was obviously custom built, with features she had only seen on TV. 



"Wow."



"It's nice isn't it?"



"Nice doesn't do it justice."



"They're just people Becca. Yes, they're very successful, but at the same time, they get dressed the same way you and I do."



"Just people." Becca said dryly. "That driveway has two Ferrari's in it DeShawn."



"Ok." DeShawn nodded shortly. "That dude's a dick. No question about it, but everyone else is pretty cool."



Becca started to respond, but DeShawn cut her off. "We're here!" He announced with a smile. The Mercedes turned into a long driveway and slowly drove towards a beautiful Spanish Style home. It was huge, but tasteful and the grounds were pristinely manicured. It reminded Becca of pictures she'd seen in magazines or read about in storybooks. 



A woman stepped out of the home, smiling and waving happily. She was African-American, early 50's, and still in good shape. Her smile was warm and beautiful as she walked over. DeShawn parked the car, slid out and hugged her tightly, he picked her up and swung her around twice, before he put her down. Becca exited the car slowly and stood next to it, waiting for a better understanding of the situation.



"Hi mom."



"Hey kiddo." DeShawn's mom replied, when he set her down. "I missed you honey. How have you been?"



"I'm good mom. I have someone I want you to meet. She's very special to me."



DeShawn's mom looked him, mildly surprise washed over her face, but it was replaced quickly with happiness. He motioned for Becca to join them and turned back to his mom. 



"Mom. I want you to meet Becca." 



"Becca, this is my mother."



"Please call me Veranda." 



Veranda smiled warmly and graciously at Becca and held out her hand. Becca shook it and returned the smile. 



"It's very nice to meet you Veranda."



"Nice to meet you as well Becca. We're happy to have you."



"Thank you ma'am." 



Veranda turned to her son. "Your phone broken? Why didn't you call?"



"Sorry mom, it was a spur of the moment decision."



"Your son wouldn't even tell me where he was taking me." Becca added with a playful glare at DeShawn. "I hope we're not imposing."



"Not at all Becca." Veranda punched her son's shoulder lightly. "We don't see enough of DeShawn and I'm certainly happy to have you visit as well."



"Thanks mom." DeShawn replied softly. "Dad around?"



"Yes. You're fathers in his office. I believe he's discussing the new project with his Foreman."



"I'd like him to meet Becca. Do you think he can break away?"



Veranda gave DeShawn a look. "Yes." She said firmly. "I'll make sure he breaks away." Her tone clearly implied that DeShawns father knew better than to argue with his wife. 



"Why don't you and Becca head into the house, get yourselves something to drink and I'll speak with your father. We'll meet you on the patio. Sound good?"



DeShawn hugged his mother again. "Sounds great mom. See you in a few."



"Go." She shooed DeShawn away. "Get this beautiful young lady something to drink young man."



"Yes ma'am." 



Becca slid her arm inside DeShawn's and let him lead her into the house. She gasped when she entered and she pulled him to a stop, so she could look around and stare. The home was big, but it wasn't the gaudy, cheap, shiny McMansions that seemed to pop up everywhere. This home showed care and quality in every surface, every fixture and it was beautifully and tastefully decorated. In short, it was a home, a real family lived here and it was obvious the family was close and loving.



"It's beautiful." She whispered. 



"Its home." DeShawn nodded. "My mom will be happy to hear that by the way. She did all the decorating, while dad sat back and nodded his head." He laughed shortly. "It was the safest course of action."



"How long have your parents lived here?"



"Since I was in elementary school." DeShawn answered. "Dad busted his ass, working his way through college. He started at the bottom of a construction company, but worked his way up to Foreman. The owner of the construction company had a gambling problem and Dad convinced him to sell the company to him." DeShawn pulled Becca along and they continued to walk through the house. "He managed to get a loan from the bank, bought the construction company and he's ran it himself ever since. It's one of the largest Street and Road contractor's in the state."



"Wow."



"Wanna see my room?"



"Sure."



DeShawn took her upstairs to a large room in the back. <i>Teenage boy</i>, Becca thought immediately when they walked inside the room. The room had posters all the wall, trophies covered almost every flat surface and all colors of ribbons hung around the room. 



"Mom and dad insist on keeping it this way." He said softly. "I think it gives them good memories and I don't mind. It's nice to see my old stuff from high school."



Becca smiled and walked around the room slowly. "Wow you played a lot of sports."



"Yea. I played just about every sport I could, growing up. I guess I'm naturally athletic."



"You were cute too." Becca said, as she looked at some photos on the wall. They all showed DeShawn, flanked by his parents, holding his trophies and awards. Some were action photos and Becca noticed that DeShawn was considerably thinner in high school. She looked over. "Any brothers or sisters?"



"No. I'm an only child."



Becca straightened and walked over to DeShawn, she kissed him lightly. "Thank you DeShawn. I know it's a big deal to introduce someone to your parents." 



"I'm glad Becca. It's important to me and I know they'd want to meet you as well." He took a breath. 



"I wish you had told me though DeShawn." Becca said softly. 



"I'm sorry Becca. I worried you wouldn't come, if I told you and I really wanted you to meet my parents." He kissed her and pulled her against him. "I'm sorry."



"You're forgiven. I just hope they like me."



"Mom likes you already Becca. I can tell and my Dad will like you as well."



"I hope so."



"Ready to go meet my dad?" 



Becca nodded nervously and took a deep breath. DeShawn took her hand and smiled at her. "Relax Becca."



DeShawn's parents were waiting for them on the patio, when they arrived. DeShawn and his dad traded a big hug, both of them laughing, as they hugged each other. DeShawn was clearly close with his parents. His dad slapped him on the back several times, before they parted. 



"Damn, it's good to see you son." He said and squeezed DeShawn's shoulder. "We need to see you more often from now on, hear me?"



"Yes sir." He replied and then turned to Becca. "Here's the real reason I'm here today dad. I want you to meet Becca."



DeShawn was a good mix between his dad and his mom and Becca saw both of them reflected in his features. Good looks clearly ran in the family though, because DeShawn's mother was petite and still curvy, while DeShawn's father was handsome, in an older-guy kind of way. 



"Becca." DeShawn's father's voice was just like his, soft and easy on the ears. He held out his hand and Becca's immediately disappeared inside his warm soft grip. "It's very nice to meet you young lady."



"Same here, Sir." Becca replied. She used the honorific, because she hadn't heard his name. 



"Please, call me Robert." He said quickly. "It's a pleasure to have you in our home."



"Thank you Robert." Becca looked back and forth between Robert and Veranda. "Your home is simply gorgeous." 



Robert laughed softly and Veranda beamed at Becca's compliment. "Yea well, Veranda deserves all the credit for the house. I just do as I'm told and she lets me live here."



"Robert." Veranda admonished quietly. "Becca will think poorly of me." Veranda looked at Becca. "Please forgive my husband. He's still a work in progress."



"Aren't they all?" Becca asked with a wink. 



The party of four laughed at her response and Veranda came forward and slipped her arm inside Becca's. "Come along Becca. Let's get some refreshments and we'll let DeShawn and his father get reacquainted."



Veranda gently guided Becca into the kitchen. "Becca will you grab a bottle of wine from the pantry? Anything Red is fine, I'm going to make some Sangria."



"Sure thing."



"You guys are staying for dinner right?" 



"Veranda, I believe so." Becca returned with the wine. "DeShawn surprised me with this visit and he mentioned we were spending the night, but I'm not 100% certain if that means we're staying for dinner." Becca paused. "DeShawn has been surprising me a lot lately."



"He has?" Veranda asked. "How so?"



"He surprised me with an amazing dinner last night and visiting you today." Becca shook her head and smiled at Veranda. "Your son is just full of surprises."



Veranda snorted slightly. "You should have seen him when he was a teenager." She motioned Becca over to the island in the kitchen. "I'm going to share my top secret Sangria recipe with you Becca." 



The ladies started making the Sangria with Veranda showing Becca the ingredients. When they were finished, she poured Becca a glass. 



"Wow, this is awesome." 



"Why thank you young lady."



"You're welcome. I'll keep your recipe a secret Veranda. I promise."



"Good." She nudged Becca with her hip. "You're the only person I've shared it with Becca."



"Wow."



"It's DeShawn's favorite, by the way, in case you want to make it for him sometime." 



"I will Veranda. I'm hoping I get to make it for him regularly."



Veranda studied Becca over the rim of her glass for a moment before responding. "I do too Becca. When his second marriage ended, DeShawn really became closed off, particularly to women, and he hasn't brought a woman to meet us, since his divorce."



"Really?"



"Yes. You must be very special to him Becca." Veranda stepped over and hugged her. "I haven't seen my son this happy in a long time and that makes you very special to me as well."



"Thank you Veranda." Becca replied quietly. "You don't know how much that means to me."



The ladies teared up a little, but after a few sips of Sangria, more conversation and some laughter, Veranda and Becca bonded. 



"Hey, what's going on in here?" DeShawn's voice broke into the kitchen. "I thought we were getting refreshments."



"We're coming honey." Becca said quickly. 



"Did you make your top secret Sangria mom?" 



"Yep and I even shared the recipe with Becca."



DeShawn's eyebrows rose. "Wow." 



Becca winked at DeShawn. "I'll make it for you sometime."



His arms came around Becca from behind and he kissed her neck. "I'd like that Becca."



"Let's go you two." Veranda pushed them out to the patio. 



"Dang it's about time ladies." Robert greeted them with a smile. "I was about to die of thirst out here."



Veranda joined her husband, slid her arm around his waist and handed him a glass. "Here you go honey." 



"Thank you." He replied and hugged his wife. "So what's going on with you two?"



"Becca's here for the week dad, so I wanted her to meet you two, and then we're going to Hurlburt tomorrow. I'm going to show her the base, a little of what I do, and show her around town a bit. The beaches are pretty nice there."



"Sounds good. I think this Texas girl, will like Florida and I know she'd like Georgia." Robert said and looked over at Becca. "We'd love to have you visit and stay longer next time Becca."



"I'd like that Robert."



"Well, let's make sure it happens." He said seriously. "We can take the boat out or stay at the beach house. It'll be fun."



"Sounds like a plan." Becca said and glanced at DeShawn, he was smiling at her and when their eyes met, he gave her a little wink. 



They sat out on the patio, in the shade of a large umbrella and enjoyed what was left of the morning. Robert and Veranda were funny, in that been-married-so-long-we-can-reach-each-other's-minds way and they made it a point to include Becca in the conversation. Becca laughed continuously, as they shared some embarrassing stories of DeShawn, who for his part, was a good sport about all of it. 



As the conversation went on, Veranda and Becca made lunch, and they ate on the patio. Becca found herself enjoying DeShawn's parents immensely and she felt herself becoming connected with them. It was easy. Despite their obvious wealth, Veranda and Robert were very down to earth people and Becca soon found out why. 



"We were both born poor." Robert said quietly, as he finished his lunch. "I'm from Atlanta originally and Veranda is from Savannah. I met her when I was down here working on a construction site. I was a journeyman electrician at the time, barely making ends meet, and working my tail off just to hold onto my dreams." He smiled at his wife. "I met Veranda and it was love at first sight. At least for me anyway, she wouldn't even speak to me for the first month, but I kept at it and she finally agreed to go out on a date."



"He was very handsome, but I wanted to make sure he was serious." Veranda joined the conversation effortlessly. "Times were different back then and if you made a bad choice about a man, you were generally stuck with him."



"True." Robert replied. "People just didn't get divorced back then. It was right before the divorce revolution of the 70's and 80's." He sipped his Sangria. "Anyway, Veranda agreed to go out on a date with me and one date, turned into two and then we started seeing each other steadily."



"He was very handsome after all." Veranda added quickly. "I'm wasn't stupid."



"Yea, but she wouldn't marry me, until I enrolled in college." Robert laughed. "I could barely afford my car, but Veranda insisted I go to college, so I started at a community college, taking courses at night and went from there."



"You were meant to do more, than be an electrician Robert." Veranda chided him softly. "You just needed the right push."



"Well you certainly provided that honey." Roberta waved his hand dismissively. "Anyway, I finished college, Veranda finally agreed to marry me, and I moved up in the company. It wasn't long after that I was made Foreman and then when the company got into trouble, I got the chance to take it over."



"Wow." Becca replied. "That's an amazing journey, for both of you."



Veranda glanced at Robert and took his hand. "Yes, it has been. We're fortunate and blessed." She looked over at DeShawn and Becca. "We did also have to struggle though and that's something every couple has to endure at some point." 



The message Veranda was sending wasn't lost on Becca and DeShawn. Silence descended on the table and the group sat quietly, enjoying the day and the company. Finally, Robert patted DeShawn on the back. 



"You're staying for dinner right?"



"Absolutely dad." He replied. "We'd like to stay the night as well, if that's ok."

<hr pg="2" />"Of course honey." Veranda replied. "Although, why don't you stay in the guest room, rather than that shrine of teenage testosterone, you call a bedroom."



Becca couldn't help laughing and she added quickly. "The first thing I thought of, was "Teenage boy", when I walked in that room."



"I know right." Robert added. "The rancid smell of sweaty clothes still hangs heavy in the air."



"Knock it off, it wasn't that bad." DeShawn rolled his eyes and then stood up. "I'm going to get our luggage. Becca will you help me? We'll get it moved into the guest room and then I'll take you around and show you where I grew up."



"Sounds good."



The group broke up, with Robert promising to grill dinner, and DeShawn and Becca went to his car. Once they got everything situated in the guest room, DeShawn pulled Becca into an urgent, passionate kiss. Their lips met and a bonfire of lust flared up between them. They were naked in seconds and DeShawn bent Becca over the bed and took her from behind, forcefully, powerfully, pushing inside her.



"Fuck, I've wanted you all day." He gasped as he sank completely inside Becca. 



"Me too baby." Becca moaned breathlessly and pushed back against DeShawn. "I love the way you fill me, don't stop. Don't be gentle. Just fuck me."



DeShawn needed no further encouragement, his hands found Becca's shoulders and he pushed inside her and pulled back on her shoulders. This position gave him a tremendous amount of leverage and he used every bit of it, to fuck Becca mercilessly. Barely a minute later, he felt her pussy clench and knew an orgasm was ripping through her, but she didn't ask him to stop or take it easy on her. If anything, Becca became more responsive, pushing back on DeShawn, coaxing an orgasm out of him. 



"Tell me when you're close!" Becca begged as DeShawn continued to thrust inside her. He was close, battling to hold off his orgasm. A soft, gentle caressing sensation enveloped his balls and he realized Becca was stimulating his ball sack. 



DeShawn groaned. "OH God! Here I come." 



Becca shook off his hands and slid around, quickly going to her knees and stroking his cock. The sweet release of an orgasm swept through DeShawn and he glanced down to see Becca jerking his cock and letting him cum on her tits. She jerked his cock with one hand and held her tits up with her other arm. The scent of semen was heavy in the air and Becca smiled up at him, as he finished, breathing heavy. 



"Wow that was good." He breathed. "Sorry, I just really needed you Becca."



"I needed you too DeShawn." She said softly, as she rubbed DeShawn's cum all over her tits. "I've been wet all day, I really needed you baby."



He motioned at her chest. "That's kind of kinky." 



Becca laughed and nodded happily back at him. "I don't know what it is, but I love to watch cum spurt out of your cock. It's a huge turn-on." She blushed a little. "Besides, I love the taste and the smell."



DeShawn pulled her up and kissed her hard, passionately. "Let's get in the shower."



"Let's go."











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Work and Bethany.



Those two items defined John's existence.



Work and Bethany. Bethany and Work. 



John spent as much time talking to aircraft as possible, because it was impossible to think of anything else, while speaking to a sky full of planes. He declined offers for a break and continued to work, until AU came in personally to pull him out of position. 



"Fifteen minutes John." He said quietly and physically pushed John out the door to the patio. It was hot outside, but the patio was shaded, and there were several other controllers there who did their best to engage John in conversation. These guys and girls were his friends and John enjoyed talking with them, but his mind continually swept back to Becca.



"John, can you help me?" A soft voice brought him out of his reverie. 



He stared at the intruder for a full second, before he shook his head. "I'm sorry. Help you with what?"



"I've got some food in my car and I need help carrying it into the building. It's for our pot-luck."



"Sure."



John followed Jessica, supremely conscious of the envious glares of the other men. She was a new controller, still in training, and currently the most sought after woman on the base. Petite, curvy, flaming red hair and pale skin. Green eyes. Seriously, Red hair and green eyes. Jessica was all kinds of gorgeous and she was single. No boyfriend. No one serious. Single. 



John was vaguely aware of Jessica, because they did the same job and worked in the same facility. He'd even helped train her on the simulator a few times. They'd never exchanged words, aside from work-related stuff and John was mildly surprised that she'd ask him, when there were six single guys who would have gladly fought for the opportunity to carry food, hell carry anything, for Jessica. 



"Will you get the tray in the back? I'll get the one in the front." 



"Sure." John ducked into the back seat and picked up the tray. "This one?"



Jessica smiled. "Yep. Thank you for your help."



"You're welcome." John's tray was tiny and it held half a dozen deviled eggs. As he closed the car door, he noticed that Jessica's tray was the same size. They were also stackable, so it would have been easy for her to carry both. 



<i>Weird. </i>John thought briefly as he followed Jessica into the facility. The break room had a big table on one side and it was rapidly filling up with food dishes. Jessica's deviled eggs went in the middle and John gave Jessica a brief smile, before he turned to go back into the Radar Room (It's actually called the IFR Room, but it's a long story).



"John." Jessica said quickly. "You haven't tried my eggs."



John turned back and shook his head. "I'm sorry Jessica. My minds been occupied."



"Well, these deviled eggs will definitely occupy your attention." She said with an inviting smile. "Seriously, it's a family secret." Jessica picked up an egg. She didn't hold it out for him to take with his hands. No. Jessica held the egg up to John's mouth and fed him the first bite.



"mmmm." John mumbled as he tried to swallow the egg and not look like a complete fucking idiot. The deviled egg was good, but John desperately needed something to drink, because the yolk soaked up all the moisture in his mouth. 



"Here." Jessica held up a cup of soda.



"Thank you." John finally replied, when he finished washing everything down. "That was an awesome deviled egg Jessica." 



"Thank you. I made them last night, in my dorm room. Can you believe that? It wasn't easy, let me tell you."



"Wow. How the heck did you manage that?"



"I may have some contraband cooking appliances hid in my dorm room." She whispered conspiratorially. "Can you keep that on the low-low?"



"The what?" John laughed and Jessica joined him. "I have no idea what it means, I heard The Rock say that in a movie."



"Ahh. The Rundown." John said immediately. "I loved that one."



"Anyway, I managed to make the deviled eggs in my dorm room, but there's just one problem." 



"What's the problem?"



"Dishes. I have no place to wash the dishes. If only I had some place with a big sink..." Jessica trailed off meaningfully. 



Quiet, shy, introverted, John didn't know much about women. He didn't date much and Becca had to pursue him. Despite his lack of experience, John still noticed an opening when it punched him the teeth. 



"Jessica." He began slowly. "You're welcome to come over and clean the dishes. I'll even help, if you need it."



The hug that Jessica threw at him, caught him completely unprepared, but he returned it gently. "Thank you John. I've got a bunch and the little sink in the dorms is horrible."



"It's no problem. Stop by whenever it's convenient, I'll be home." He started to turn away, but paused and looked at Jessica. "Do you know the address?"



"Yes. I'll see you tonight."



John gave her a quick nod and walked back into the radar room. He checked in with the supervisor and picked the busiest position. Jessica left his mind as he slid into position and focused radar scope. 



<i>Time to get back to work.</i>



 











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"Hi." Jessica greeted him brightly. "Is now a good time?"



"Absolutely." John held the door open for her. "Please come in." Jessica entered, carrying an armload full of Tupperware and assorted dishes. "Let me show you to the kitchen."



John's house was small, like all junior enlisted house, but it was cozy and home. It was a matter of a few steps to get to the kitchen and John showed her where everything was located. Just as Jessica got everything situated, a visitor popped into the kitchen. 



"Daddy. The movie stopped."



"Ok pumpkin." John said easily and noticed Bethany's eyes get wide. She looked at Jessica with open interest. "Hey, would you like to meet a friend of daddy's?"



Bethany nodded, without taking her eyes off Jessica and she walked over slowly. "Is your name Ariel?"



Jessica knelt down and smiled at Bethany. "No honey. My name is Jessica. Who is Ariel?"



"The little mermaid." She said slowly. "Your hair is the same color as Ariels."



"My hair is red isn't it?"



"Yes. It's really pretty." Bethany said sincerely. "Just like Ariel."



"Thank you so much sweety." Jessica said softly. She reached out stroked Bethany's hair softly. "My hair is almost as pretty as yours."



"You wanna watch the Little Mermaid?"



Jessica looked up at John for a moment and he shrugged his shoulders. "It's fine with me. Why don't I put it on the big TV in the living room."



"Sounds good." Jessica looked back at Bethany. "Why don't we go get the movie, so your dad can put it on the big TV."



"'Kay."



Bethany slid her hand inside Jessica's and led her away. John watched them go, a big smile on his face, his little girl could charm anyone. 



A devil and angel started duking it out on John's shoulder. 



 







<i>Angel: What the hell are you doing?</i>



<i>Devil: What? I'm helping out a co-worker.</i>



<i>Angel: Right! A co-worker who could have asked anyone to help her. Anyone with a sink dude.</i>



<i>Devil: It's just dishes.</i>



<i>Angel: It was just dishes. Now it's movie night with Bethany.</i>



<i>Devil: It's one night. </i>



<i>Angel: Are you sure?</i>



<i>Devil: Seriously. Can Becca honestly get pissed? What the fuck am I doing wrong?</i>



<i>Angel: Nothing John. You're just opening doors that may be hard to close.</i>



<i>Devil: And Becca? She isn't exactly closing doors. </i>



<i>Angel: Two wrongs, John. They don't make a right. Never have, never will.</i>











"John." Jessica's voice rang out. "We need your help. Bethany and I don't understand the complex electronic setup you've got here."



John silenced the argument taking place on his shoulders and walked into the living room. Bethany ran up to him and gave him the DVD. 



It was the work of two seconds, to get everything where it belonged. "Here we go." 



"Sit with me please." Bethany pulled Jessica over to the couch. Jessica sat down and Bethany climbed into her lap, sitting happily and watching the movie open. Jessica hugged her for a second, before she looked over at John. 



"It's ok." He replied. "I'll get started on the dishes."



<i>Thank you</i>, Jessica mouthed and turned back to the movie.



John walked back into the kitchen, fished out a soda, and got to work on the dishes. As he worked through the pile, he couldn't help noticing that the Tupperware was already surprisingly clean. There was little to no food residue on any of the plastic containers. As a result, the dishes were done quickly and John walked back out to the living room. 



<i>Wow. That's beautiful. </i>



Jessica and Bethany were sitting on the couch, with Bethany leaning on Bethany and struggling to stay awake. Jessica had her arms around Bethany and a gentle smile played over her face. She alternated between watching the movie and running her hands over Bethany's hair softly. 



"Soda?" John whispered to Jessica, who nodded back and smiled. 



John walked back to get the soda, fill a glass with ice and return. Bethany was sound asleep when he got back and John turned down the TV. He scooped Bethany up and took her to her room. She gave her daddy a sleepy hug and fell right sleep, holding Donald Duck close to her. John gave his little girl a kiss, before he clicked on her nightlight and left the room. 



"Your daughter is absolutely beautiful John." Jessica said as he entered the living room. "Wow, are you ever going to have your hands full, when she starts dating."



"Ugh! Please don't say that, I'm so not ready for Bethany to grow up."



"Thank you doing the dishes John. I honestly didn't intend for you to do them." 



"No worries Jessica." John smiled. "It was an even trade, you entertained Bethany and I did the dishes, we're square."



"Well, I definitely got the better end of the deal." She replied. 



"You're really good with kids, Jessica." John observed. "Where did that come from?"



"A big, Irish family and lots of baby-sitting to earn extra money." Jessica smiled. "I also love kids. I want a bunch of my own someday."



"A bunch huh?"



"A whole passel, a posse, a basketball team." Jessica said emphatically. "I want to hear the pitter patter of little feet and the sound of laughter and happiness in my home." 



"Wow." John sipped his soda. "You're a glutton for punishment."



"Kids are never a punishment John." Jessica replied seriously. "Besides, I see the way you are with Bethany. Your eyes fill with love, every time you look at her or think of her. Admit it."



John felt his cheeks get hot. "You're right. Bethany's amazing and I can't imagine my life without her."



"Any idea how rare that is?" Jessica asked. "Especially in someone so young."



"Young? I'm in my mid-20's, you're the youngster."



"I'm 22 John. I went to college before I joined the military. I'm only a year short of my degree and I should be able to finish it soon."



"You win." John conceded the contest, argument, whatever it was. "We're close to each other in age."



"I'm just saying John, that you seem pretty mature for your age." Jessica said softly. "Most of the guys our age are still focused on seeing how much alcohol they can consume or how many skirts they can chase. I'm surrounded by twenty-something adolescents."



"You're obviously pretty mature yourself, Jessica."



A soft laugh slid out of Jessica and she finished her soda. "Yea. My mom always said, I skipped three decades and my personality landed on age 40." She shrugged. "I don't know, I guess growing up poor, in a big family, makes you grow up quickly."



John's voice was sincere. "I can definitely relate to that, Jessica." 



They sat in silence. It wasn't the awkward or oppressive silence that sometimes visits with new people. It was different. This was a cool, friendly, inviting silence, where both John and Jessica mulled over how similar their personalities were and what that might mean for them. 



"Why-."



"Thank-."



John and Jessica started talking at the same time and stopped abruptly. Laughter, easy, friendly laughter, echoed in the living room. 



"Sorry." John said quickly. "Go ahead."



"I just wanted to say Thank You, John." Jessica said quietly. "It was nice of you to invite me over, even if I did sort of push you."



"You're welcome. You didn't throw it at me and I'm happy to have company." He replied sincerely. "Honestly, this was a good time for you to need help."



"I don't want to pry John." Jessica said and stood up. She walked over and took the soda can from John's hands and walked into the kitchen. "Can I get you another soda?"



"Sure."



"Here you go." Jessica handed him the soda and sat next to him on their little loveseat. John's heart rate spiked, but he smiled back at her.



"Thank you Jessica."



"I meant what I said John." Jessica put her hand on his lightly. "I don't want to pry, but if you need to talk or just need to take your mind off of things, you can call me."



"Is it that obvious?"



"Yes." She replied simply. "Well, it's obvious to anyone who looks. You're killing yourself at work and you barely talk to anyone."



John moved his hand and sat up. "Taking pity on me Jessica? Is that why the dishes were spotless when you arrived?" Anger grew within him. "I'm no one's charity case, Jessica."



"Stop it John." Jessica met his anger with her own. "No one. I repeat. No one, thinks you're a charity case and I would never offer you pity John. Never. That's not why I'm here."



"Why then?"



Jessica sighed and blushed a little. "John, I came over because you're a good guy." She shook her head. "No. That's not right. You're a good man, John. You're genuinely a nice person and you've gone out of your way to help me, without ever once making a suggestive remark or anything remotely creepy." She laughed a little. "Believe me, good behavior makes an impression."



"Thank you." 



"You're welcome, but it's more than that John." She took a deep breath. "You have choices John."



"What do you mean? Choices?"



Jessica put a hand out. "Please do not take this the wrong way."



"Ok."



"You're good-looking, you're a hard worker and you're a nice guy." She took a breath before continuing. "There are women out there, who would love to meet that kind of guy, John."



Words escaped John. He had no response. Jessica hadn't offered him anything, at least that's the way he saw it, at the same time however, she clearly expressed her interest.



<i>Choices? I'm not ready for choices. It might not be up to you. </i>



Jessica sensed his indecision. "John."



He looked over. 



"Why don't I collect my already clean dishes and head back to my dorm room?" She smiled at him. "I've clearly blown your mind."



Despite himself, he laughed. "Yes. You've definitely done that Jessica."



She patted his shoulder and slid of the couch. A few minutes later, John held the door open for her. "Thank you Jessica." He started to say more, but stopped and smiled at her. "Just thank you."



"You're welcome John. I'll see you tomorrow."











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"Hey Johnny boy." 



A sarcastic, mocking voice interrupted John's studying and he looked up. John had been studying an aircraft approach procedure, because he'd be leading a simulator later and he wanted to make sure he understood it completely. He didn't need to look up, he knew the voice and he knew the personality behind it. 



<i>Fuck me, what now?</i>



The voice in question, belonged to Rueben, and John cursed internally, because Rueben was the last person he wanted to see. He was also the last person John wanted to talk to, anytime, anywhere. John and Rueben disliked each other practically on sight. The fact that Rueben was lazy, a heavy drinker and completely full of shit, didn't help the situation. John simply looked at Rueben as he approached, he didn't offer any kind of greeting. 



"How was your night last night?"



John took a breath, closed his book and stood up. He'd come into the training room, because it was empty and he could study in silence. Rueben and his abrasive personality, now made studying an impossibility. John started to step around Rueben, but it wasn't going to be that easy. 



"Whoa. Where you going buddy?"



"Rueben, what the fuck is your problem today? Don't you have someone else you can annoy?"



"Nope. Just you, Johnny-boy." The smile that pasted itself on Rueben's face was ugly. "I couldn't help noticing Jessica leaving your house last night dude. C'mon, spill it. Is she any good in bed? She's fucking hot. How about that body? God, those tits look amazing. No secrets John."



Anger, laced with pure rage, surged through John and he stepped back from Rueben. The ugly smile grew larger on Rueben's face and John barely suppressed the desire to wipe that smile off Rueben's face with his knuckles. 

<hr pg="3" />"Rueben." John said slowly. "I'm going to say this once and if I hear anything different, I'm going to come looking for you. Jessica came over because she needed space to wash the dishes from the pot-luck yesterday. She stayed and watched a movie with my daughter Bethany and then she left. That's it. That's all."



"Bullshit!" Rueben said immediately. "John, several of us watched Jessica wash those same dishes here at work yesterday afternoon, after you left." He leaned in closer. "You fucked her didn't you? Its ok dude, everyone misses a putt now and then and no one's going to tell Becca. Shit. You nailed Jessica. You're the fucking man, buddy. Now, let's hear some detai-."   



Rueben didn't finish his sentence. He couldn't. Ruben was tits up on the floor, courtesy of John's right cross, and his nose was bleeding freely. Rueben cursed and started to get up, but John stepped over him, leaned down and grasped his uniform tightly. He pulled Rueben up, until their noses were almost touching. 



"Listen to me you fucking piece of shit!" John hissed. "I told you the truth. The whole fucking truth. Nothing happened between me and Jessica. Nothing." He jerked Rueben once. "If I hear different, even hear a whisper, I will fucking find you Rueben. I will find you and beat you to within an inch of your disgusting life." John let that sink in for a moment, enjoying the fear that replaced the disgusting grin on Rueben's face. "Don't fuck with me Rueben."



"Everything ok in here?" AU's voice broke into John and Rueben's moment. 



John looked up met AU's eyes, understanding blossomed between them and AU nodded shortly. John motioned toward Rueben. 



"We're good AU." He pulled Rueben to his feet. "Rueben just fell and hit his nose on the desk. I was helping him up, when you came in."



"Well, that's certainly how it looked to me." AU shifted his eyes to Rueben. "That right Rueben?"



"Yes sir." 



"Good. Get a towel for that nose, Rueben."



Rueben left without another word and AU walked over to John. "I saw him walking in here and decided to see what was up."



"Thanks AU." 



"Anything I need to be worried about?"



"Rueben was trying to start a rumor that Jessica and I are seeing each other." He paused and looked at AU. "Seeing each other intimately."



"Ahh." AU nodded. "That sounds like Rueben. Don't worry about it, John. He's completely full of shit and everyone knows it. I'll speak to some of the other guys and stop this crap before it gets started. Jessica is pretty, but nice and smart enough to keep her private life, private. No one's going to believe you and her have anything going on."



"Thanks AU."



"You're welcome." He smiled at John. "It looks like it was a good punch."



A small laugh left John. "It was actually."



"Hey, the captain managed to convince the squadron commander, who convinced the wing commander, to stop flying operations early on Friday. We just need to get some cross country flights airborne and flying operations are going to terminate around 11:00 am on Friday."



"Wow. That's awesome."



"I know right. Well listen, the Captain wants to have an ATC (air traffic control) BBQ out at the lake. It's his way of saying 'thank you' for all the hard work everyone has put in. Most of the controllers who were at the party, have been cleared to resume duty, next week and the Captain wants to put this whole thing behind us."



"What about the controllers who haven't been cleared?"



AU's face grew serious. "They're either awaiting court-martial or an article 15 hearing."



"Shit."



"It's a big deal John." AU took a deep breath. "It's a one-mistake Air Force now and there's no leeway for DUI's or drugs. None whatsoever."



"Still sucks."



"That it does John. You're coming to the BBQ right?"



"I don't know AU, I have Bethany to watch and I'm not sure I want her around a bunch of rowdy controllers."



"C'mon John." AU urged. "This is exactly what you need." 



"I don't know, AU."



"Tell ya what buddy? Why don't we let my 16 year old babysit Bethany?" AU smiled widely. "My wife will be there as well, so Bethany will have an extra set of eyes on her."



"You sure it's not an imposition."



"Hell no." AU snorted. "My wife can't get enough of Bethany, and since we're done having kids, it's her only chance to watch a youngster."



"Ok. If you're sure, AU." A rare smile crossed John's face. "I'd like to come."



"Awesome." AU clapped his friend on the back. "Drop Bethany off in the morning, before you come to work and you can pick her up that night. I promise she'll be spoiled rotten when you pick her up."



"Sounds good."











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"There it is." DeShawn's voice was loaded with nostalgia and good memories. "My high school."



"Wow, it's huge." Becca replied, looking over the large, institutional building. "It's bigger than some shopping malls."



"Yea, it was a 5-A school, so there was a ton of kids in my graduating class."



"I'll bet."



"Ready for lunch?"



"Sure."



"Awesome. I'll take you to my favorite hang-out in high school."



A few minutes later, they pulled into a run-down drive-in restaurant and Becca looked at DeShawn doubtfully. "This was your high school hang-out."



"Heck yes!" He said excitedly. "Best Shakes and Malts in the south."



"If you say so."



"C'mon, let's grab a seat at one of the tables."



"We're not going to eat in the car?" Becca teased her lover. "Are you sure you don't want to make out or something?"



DeShawn rolled his eyes. "C'mon Becca. I never made out in cars." He said slowly and got out of the car. As they walked over to the tables DeShawn squeezed her hand. "I made out in the woods."



A strong punch on the arm, greeted that comment and Becca glared at DeShawn playfully. "We better not meet any ex-girlfriends here. I'll be pissed if that happens."



"Don't worry Becca. I honestly didn't have a lot of girlfriends in High School."



"Really?"



"True story. I dated some, but I never got serious with any of them." 



They claimed a table and a waitress came over. She smiled widely at DeShawn, but he ignored her, focusing on Becca and they ordered quickly. 



"Why?" Becca asked when the waitress disappeared. 



"Why what?"



"Why didn't you have a serious girlfriend in high school? I think that's kind of odd, considering how good-looking you are and the fact that you were an athlete."



DeShawn's expression turned serious, almost dark, and he looked away for a moment. Just as he was about to answer, their drinks arrived. Becca glared at the waitress and she dropped off their drinks, without any further attempts at flirting. 



"It wasn't easy to date in high school Becca." DeShawn offered quietly. "My dad's company is well-known and, well, it just made things difficult."



"I'm not sure I understand, but it's ok DeShawn. We don't have to talk about it."



Becca sipped her drink and tried to enjoy the day. It was hot, but not oppressive and Savannah was a beautiful city. 



"Trust Becca." DeShawn said abruptly. "I couldn't trust anyone." Becca waited in silence for DeShawn to finish his thought, she wanted to pull it out of him, but she instinctively knew that he needed to do this on his own. "My family was rich and I never knew if the women who were interested in me, were interested, just because my family has money. It sucked quite frankly. I had a few bad experiences, a few close calls and decided to just casually date."



"I'm sorry DeShawn." 



He waved his hand dismissively. "Its history and I don't want my past to ruin my day with you."



"Me either."



"I'm not rich though Becca and you should know that up front." DeShawn said quietly and fear rose in his eyes. "It's my dad's company, not mine and I'm just an enlisted guy in the air force. I love it, but that's all I am, Becca."



Becca stood and walked around to DeShawn's side of the table. She sat down on his lap, put her arms around him seductively and kissed his him. 



"DeShawn, I don't want money. I don't care if you're wealthy or poor." Becca kissed him again. "I care about this." She put her hand over his heart. "This is more important than money, it's more important than good-looks and it's the only thing I care about DeShawn."



"I'm really happy to hear that Becca. I have to admit, that I worried about it, a little."



"Well don't DeShawn. I'm not a money-hungry harpy."



The waitress approached slowly, not happy to see Becca on DeShawn's lap, and dropped their food off on the table. DeShawn and Becca didn't spare her more than a glance and when she left, Becca sat next to DeShawn and dug into the greasy, but amazingly tasty, food.



"Wow. This is a good shake." She said after she finished her burger. "I totally shouldn't have ordered it, but it's amazing DeShawn."



"Becca, you have an amazing figure, I think you can handle one shake."



"Yea yea." Becca replied dryly. "You haven't seen me pregnant, all big and bloated." The words left her mouth and Becca immediately wished she could have them back. She frantically searched for something to chance the subject, anything to move on from such a heavy subject. A subject that inevitably lead back to John. 



"It's interesting Becca." DeShawn began slowly. "The military is probably one of the few institutions that can bring people from all over the country, different backgrounds, different races, ethnic groups, income levels, you name it. All of these people are thrown together, broken down and built back up in basic training and essentially turned into a cohesive unit. They have shared goals, shared responsibilities and it's just amazing how people from such different backgrounds, can find something in common."



"Where are you going with this DeShawn?" Becca cocked her head. "I agree of course, but you sound like you have a destination in mind."



A quirky grin and a nod quickly followed from DeShawn. "I do." He finished his shake and put his hand over Becca's. "John and I don't have much in common Becca, but we both want to see you pregnant. We both want the chance to be the father. I'd love to be a part of that process with you. Every day, Becca, I would be there for you every day. Cravings, massages, a shoulder to cry on or someone to vent your frustrations too, when your hormones go crazy."



It was tie between laughing and crying for Becca. Every woman wants to hear those words from the man that creates a baby with her. Most women wanted to hear it from one guy, Becca was married to man who'd proven it already and she just heard it from a man who desperately wanted the chance to prove it to her. 



<i>How the fuck did I end up here?</i>



"DeShawn-."



"It's ok Becca. You don't have to respond. I know this can't be easy for you, but I want to be clear about my intentions. I want to be crystal clear about how devoted I would be to you." He leaned over the table and kissed her softly. "I don't want you to have any doubts, if you choose me Becca. I know it won't be an easy decision, but you shouldn't have any doubts about the man in your life."



Becca nodded and smiled happily at DeShawn. "Thank you DeShawn. You don't know how important it is for me to hear that from you."



"You're welcome." He replied seriously. "They're not empty words Becca."



"I believe you DeShawn." Becca replied and winked. "So what are you going to do with me now, gorgeous?"



The laughter that came from DeShawn was loud and genuine. He stood and held out his hand. "I'm going to rock your world." 



"Oh really?"



"Yep. I'm taking you shopping."



"Shopping?" Becca asked. "I have plenty of clothes DeShawn."



"Clothes?" DeShawn looked confused. "Who said anything about clothes?" 



Becca's mouth dropped open and DeShawn laughed again, as he pulled her to her feet. She followed along, blown away and not sure what to say or how to react. Becca loved DeShawn's confident manner, the way he took charge, but still made sure she was ok with everything. 



<i>He's truly a tender warrior. God, I just wish he was flawed, a jerk or insensitive, but he's not. Dammit, he's perfect!</i> 



The scenery flew by and Becca tried to take in the sights as DeShawn drove, but she couldn't concentrate on Savannah. Yes, it was beautiful, but Becca's mind was torn in two directions, torn by two men and her love for her daughter. 



<i>I've got to call John. I can't forget!</i>



A few minutes later, Becca faced DeShawn and pulled on his arm. "No. DeShawn, no you can't. I don't need any jewelry."



"C'mon Becca." DeShawn gave up trying to pull Becca into the store, so he ducked down and swept her up in his arms. He lips on hers, silenced Becca's protests and when their lips parted he smiled at her. "I'm going to spoil you Becca, just get used to it."



"DeShawn-." His lips covered hers again and the kiss quickly grew passionate. Passersby smiled and shook their heads as they walked by the two lovebirds. A few people, seated at the restaurant nearby, started clapping. They finally broke their kiss and Becca whispered heatedly. "Ok, just take me inside, please!"



The sales associates in the store were smiling as DeShawn carried Becca inside. They'd seen them kissing outside and everyone thought they were there to pick out engagement rings. That's not where DeShawn took Becca though, he walked over to another section of the store and greeted one of the associates."



"Greg?" DeShawn held out his hand. "We spoke on the phone."



"Yes sir. We sure did, I have everything ready."



"Excellent."



"Come here." DeShawn pulled Becca forward and she looked at Greg uncertainly. Her eyes turned back to DeShawn and found him smiling at her. "I wasn't sure of your taste, so I had Greg choose several different styles." He leaned forward and put his lips against her ears. "Chose any one you want, or you'll hurt my feelings."



Becca leaned forward and looked at the assortment Greg had laid out on a placemat. The jewelry consisted of several collections of earings and matching necklaces. They were gorgeous, all of them, and she suspected they were expensive, they certainly looked that way. As she looked at them, Becca realized she couldn't choose, they were all so beautiful, she didn't know which one to choose. Finally, after a few minutes, she turned to DeShawn. 



"They're all so beautiful DeShawn." She said quietly. "I can't decide. Will you choose one for me? Please?"



Greg and DeShawn exchanged a look and DeShawn nodded, he turned back to Becca. "Yes. I'll choose for you, if you'll promise to accept them and wear them."



"I will DeShawn." Becca replied.



Greg smiled widely and put the entire assortment away. He turned around and brought out a bag and handed it to DeShawn. "Here you are sir. Good call, by the way."



DeShawn accepted the bag. "Turn around Becca and lift up your hair."



Becca complied and felt a cool sensation surround her neck, DeShawns strong hands clasped something at the back of her neck and she felt his lips kiss her neck softly. "Turn around and look in the mirror"



Greg held a mirror out to her and Becca gasped. "Oh my god, DeShawn this is beautiful."



"You like it?"



"No." Becca breathed. "I love it DeShawn. I love it."



The smile the washed over DeShawn's face completely transformed it and Becca was touched at how obviously important this gift was to DeShawn. She hugged him tightly. "Thank you." She whispered and kissed his cheek softly. 



"You're welcome." He replied. "We're not quite done though, so bear with me."



"DeShawn." Becca protested. 



"Sshh." He put a finger to her lips. "It's part of a collection."



DeShawn slipped a ring on her finger, not her wedding ring finger, and he held up a box containing two beautiful gold earrings. A glare met DeShawn from Becca and she removed the earrings she was wearing and replaced them with DeShawn's gift.



"They're so delicate, so beautiful, god so amazingly beautiful."



Greg added softly. "Ma'am, they're part of Tiffany's Olive Leaf Collection."



Becca looked at Greg for a moment, uncertain how to react to the name Tiffany's, but she nodded quickly, before she turned to DeShawn and leapt into his arms. She hugged him tightly, fiercely and kissed his cheek and neck repeatedly. Distantly, Becca was aware of DeShawn shaking hand with Becca and the other sale associates laughing good-naturedly, but Becca was only focused on DeShawn. 



"You're so good to me DeShawn, I don't deserve it."



"Yes you do Becca." He replied softly. "Besides, it's been years since I've had the chance to spoil anyone. I enjoy doing it and there are no strings attached Becca." He pulled her into a soft kiss and when it ended DeShawn's expression was solemn. "I'm not trying to buy your affection Becca. Please understand that, I'm just trying to give you a glimpse at how I would treat you, if you chose me."



Becca nodded, but couldn't think of a response. She hugged him tightly again and slid her arm inside of his and they started walking again. She leaned her head against his shoulder and enjoyed the warm, strong muscular body next to hers. 



"We have one more stop to make." 



"Oh yea?" Becca said happily. "What's that?"



"Here we are." DeShawn stopped in front of a swimsuit store.



"I have a swimsuit." She said confused. 



"One you can wear in front of my parents?" He asked slyly.



Becca's face paled. "Um. Yea, maybe I'll just pick something out."



"I'll wait outside." He replied. "I don't want to be that creepy guy, who trolls swimsuit stores checking out the babes." 



"I'll be right back."



"Before you go." He handed her a card. "You're an authorized user, so put the cost on that card."



She looked at him for a second and DeShawn shooed her inside. "Go." 



Surprisingly, Becca didn't take long and DeShawn smiled as she walked up. "That was quick." 



"I'm an easy size to fit." She said quickly. 



"Great." He stood up and took her hand. "Let's head back to my parents place and we'll have dinner. Wanna see a movie tonight?"



"Whatever you want to do DeShawn." Becca fell in next to him and pressed herself against him again. "I'll do whatever you want to do."



DeShawn slid his Mercedes onto the highway and looked over at Becca. She was already staring at him, a big smile on her face and their eyes met. DeShawn started to say something, when Becca unclipped her seat belt and slid over to him. She started on his cheek, but soon worked her way down, kissing every inch of his cheek and neck, before she finally slid down to his lap. Deshawn felt her unbutton his shorts and slid the zipper down. 



A second later he groaned loudly, as Becca swallowed his cock. The sensation of hardening in Becca's mouth, combined with the warm soft feel of her lips and tongue almost overwhelmed DeShawn. He refocused on the road and let Becca work her magic. 



<i>I can't lose her. No way!</i>











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"Morning John. Happy Thursday." Jessica said as she slid into the same air traffic control position. "Would you mind watching me, while I train in this position?"



John nodded without replying. It struck him how sexual that simply question would be to anyone not familiar with Air Traffic operations. The airspace was sub-divided into different positions, depending upon a variety of factors. John was going to monitor Jessica, while she spoke to aircraft, in one position. Jessica was still working towards being 'certified', which would allow her to speak to aircraft on her own, until then she had to be closely monitored.



"Thanks John." She smiled at him and immediately took over the position. John kept a close eye on the airspace, because he was ultimately responsible for making sure the aircraft didn't come close to one another (breaking separation). Jessica didn't hesitate, she didn't ask for advice and her voice quality was calm and firm. 



<i>She's good</i>, John thought after a few minutes. <i>She'll be certified in no time.</i>

<hr pg="4" />Time passed quickly, because they were very busy. Jessica only needed very minor corrections, truthfully, they were only different ways to handle a situation and she stayed in position until John's turn for a break came up. When he was relieved, Jessica went with him. 



"So, how'd I do?" She asked when they got into the training room. 



John smiled. "You know you did great Jessica. While there were a few things you could have done differently, it's really controller preference. I didn't need to do anything, other than watch. Great Job."



"Thanks John." She replied and glanced at the door. "I heard about Rueben and the rumor he tried to spread. I also heard about how you shut him down. Thank you."



"You're welcome Jessica. It was the truth and Rueben and I don't get along anyway."



"Well thank you." She looked down at her feet for a second, before meeting his eyes again. "Are you going to the BBQ tomorrow?"



"Yes." He replied with a smile and a shake of his head. "AU made me promise to go. How about you?"



"Same here." She said. "Well AU didn't convince me, another guy from the dorms has been asking me out for a while, so I said he could take me to the BBQ." 



"Well that's good." John started to respond, but noticed the expression on Jessica's face was neutral. "Or not. I take it you're not serious about this guy?"



Jessica shrugged. "He's good looking, but he knows he's good looking and he expects women to just swoon over him. Ugh. He's got a suffocating personality, but he's been asking for a while, so I thought I'd see if there's anything more to him. We'll see."



"Gotcha. Well, I'll definitely see you there."



"Awesome. I want you to come by and say hi. I might need you to rescue me."



John laughed. "Ok."



The rest of the day and night passed slowly for John. No calls from Becca and he got her voicemail when he tried to reach her. The message was upbeat, at least he tried to make it upbeat, but the emotional strain of knowing Becca was with DeShawn was really getting to him. Aside from Jessica, John turned away a few other trainee's, who asked for his help. He was also short with some of his friends and he found himself apologizing. 



Bethany was his only relief, his daughter always made him feel better. The one good thing about Becca being with DeShawn was that John got to spend all his free time with Bethany. He cooked her favorite dishes and they went down to the park to play on the swing sets and other equipment. Bethany loved it, and of course, she got really dirty. 



When she finally went to bed, John couldn't sleep. The movie theater in his mind kept playing new and extremely erotic videos of Becca and DeShawn. Each video was more erotic, more in-depth and extreme than the last one. It was like his imagination was torturing him. 







Video: Becca fucking DeShawn in public. Legs spread wide on the hood of his Mercedes, moaning and begging him to fuck her. DeShawn pumping and thrusting hard inside Becca, rough, not caring for her pleasure or whether he caused her any pain. 







Video: DeShawn and Becca laying on the beach, with Becca wearing a sheer, floss bikini. Talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company and making plans for the future and also making fun of John. Becca finally rolling over, sliding down DeShawn's body, pulling his swimming trunks down and taking him in her mouth. Right on the beach. Becca's head bobbing on DeShawn's cock, happily, enjoying giving a show. Finally DeShawn finishing in her mouth, with spectators clapping. 







Video: DeShawn and Marcus at a club with Becca, both of them dancing with her. Becca sandwiched in between the two black men, loving it. Her skintight dress riding up, showing her ass in the club. Later, DeShawn and Marcus back in their room with Becca, taking her, moving her through position, after position, after position, both fucking her at the same time. Becca moaning, laughing, begging for more, clearly enjoying the attention of the two, well-endowed black men. Asking, begging for a baby.







Once again, the videos were too intense for Mike. He stroked himself harder as they videos change and became more intense. Finally, he slid off the bed hurriedly and made it to the bathroom. His orgrasm was angry and he jerked his cock hard, almost painfully, as he tried to get the cum out of his body. It was stupid, but he hoped once he came, the videos would stop. He could get past his weird fetish of watching his wife. 



The emotional low that settled over him, after he came, was overwhelming and he fought back tears as he went back to bed. His fantasy was costing him everything.



<i>How do I stop this? </i> 

