They caught me red-handed. How could I explain to Lisa’s mother about being with Grace after she told me not to waste her daughter’s time? Surely she would not approve of seeing me with a woman other than her daughter? I was certain that Lisa would be more upset.
“Hi,” I said, staring at Evelyn.
I wanted to look at Lisa, but my eyes remained on Evelyn, anticipating her reaction. Oh, God. I hoped that she wouldn’t make a scene. She could tell Grace that I was scum of the earth, and then I’d lose both women.
“Ethan, didn’t think I’d see you so soon. It was just yesterday that we had lunch at my house with my daughter.”
She poked a dagger against my gut with the first statement and then nudged it in with the last one. “Yes. It’s great to see you, Evelyn. Lisa,” I said, smiling nervously.
Lisa smiled, and Evelyn revealed she was unimpressed by me with a fake smile.
Our smiles faded, and awkward silence followed.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” said Evelyn.
“Oh, yes. Sorry. This is Grace.”
She stuck out her hand and shook Evelyn’s hand first, then Lisa’s.
“What are you two up to?” I asked.
“I’m tagging along for dress shopping. Lisa’s got a work function coming up.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding at Lisa.
Words evaded me. I struggled to engage them because I thought about Lisa’s interpretation of me with Grace. I wondered if she felt that I had let her down. Would she speak to me again?
“Where are you two off to?” asked Evelyn.
“For a stroll. We grabbed coffee on the way.”
“Isn’t that nice?” asked Evelyn, sneering.
“I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of a woman who wants to buy a dress.” I smiled at Lisa and added, “So I’ll get out of your way, and I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
Grace and I walked away. She said that Evelyn seemed upset, and I agreed with her.
During the walk, Lisa’s perception of me weighed me down. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel that I had taken her for granted. I wanted to run after her and tell her that she was the most important woman in my life.
“Ethan. Ethan. You okay?” asked Grace.
“Oh, sorry. I got lost in thought. That wasn’t very polite of me. Apologies.”
“No worries. Everything okay?”
“Yes. Everything’s fine.”
In the town square, Grace spotted a new cafe that she wanted to visit. I hadn’t planned on having lunch with her, but I didn’t want to spoil her plans.
The food was surprisingly good and affordable. We chatted for about an hour before continuing the conversation during the stroll.
In front of Grace’s building, she asked if I wanted to come inside. Being in a private setting with her could tempt me to explore her body. I wanted to do that, but I felt guilty after running into Lisa. Sleeping with Grace would make matters even worse.
My heart and mind tugged at me, the latter trying to convince me that I was single and could sleep with any woman I wanted. My heart argued that I should commit to one woman. Both seemed right. I could sleep with Grace and then commit to Lisa.
I escorted Grace to her apartment and stepped inside.
The following day, Lisa popped into my mind numerous times. I had to speak to her.
Her phone rang, and I held on, hoping that she would give me a chance to explain myself. Her voicemail prompted me to leave a message. Just great.
Being bogged down by work got me out of brooding. My last house tour ended at half past six, and I headed to the gym. A workout always helped me to rid myself of mental torment.
After the workout, I showered. My mind played an image of Lisa’s facial expression when she ran into me with Grace. The image became clearer as I focused on it. Although smiling, Lisa tried hard to mask her pain. The last thing I wanted was to be the cause of her suffering.
While getting dressed, I reached into my kit bag and grabbed my phone. Lisa’s message read, ‘Sorry I wasn’t able to pick up earlier.’
What the hell was that? She didn’t call back or instruct me to call her. Did she ignore my call, or was she genuinely busy?
During the drive home, my anger built up. I didn’t owe Lisa an explanation about Grace. Who was she to get angry with me for exploring my options? It’s not like I committed to her. I was free to spend my time with any woman I wanted.
My cheeks deflated as I blew out a long breath. I pressed the dial button.
“Hey. How are you?” asked Lisa.
Her tone sounded hasty and pretentious. I doubted that she wanted to know how I felt. She seemed in a rush to get me off the line.
“Hi, Lisa. I’m fine, thanks. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Okay.”
“About yesterday, I wanted to explain myself. That wasn’t the place or the time, so I thought I’d call you.”
“There’s nothing to explain.”
“I met Grace on Friday night. Probably about an hour before you, and I said that I’d call her. I always honour my word, so I called after I dropped you off.”
“Fine.”
“Please, Lisa. Don’t be upset. I don’t want you to think that I take you for granted. You’re a wonderful woman.”
“Thanks.”
“Lisa, I’m trying to tell you that you’re special to me. You’re not just another woman.”
“You could’ve called Grace without setting up a date.”
I remained silent for a few seconds, contemplating the best response. “Yes, I could’ve.”
“But you didn’t.”
“In all honesty, I kept my options open. I thought that you could ghost me at any point, and if I didn’t contact Grace, I’d lose both options.”
“So you were trying to secure yourself?”
“In a way, yes. Nothing personal, but you and I don’t know each other. We spent one night together. If we were close and I knew you were serious about me, then I wouldn’t need to go out with other women.”
“I introduced you to my mother. We had lunch at her place. You even agreed with her that a daughter doesn’t introduce a random guy to her mother. Wasn’t that enough?”
I remained silent briefly, stumped. Lunch at her mother’s place was more symbolic of her interest in me than if she had professed her feelings for me. Words can be deceiving, but actions create reality.
“You’re right. That was a big deal. I guess my insecurity crept in and some ego as well.”
“What now?”
“The only thing I can do is ask for your forgiveness.”
“Are you going to see Grace again?”
“I’m serious about you. I want to be with you if you plan to be with me.”
“What happened between you and Grace after my mom and I left?”
“We had lunch, and I walked her home.”
“Did she invite you inside?”
“Yes.”
“Did you go inside?”
“Yes.”
“I see. So you like collecting notches on your bedpost?”
“No. I’m not like that. I swear.”
“Your actions prove otherwise.”
“Lisa, I didn’t sleep with her. We spoke, and I left. That’s it.”
“You promise?”
“I don’t lie. I hate liars, and I always treat others the way I want to be treated.”
“Okay, then you won’t have a problem with me going on a date with some guy and chatting at his place?”
“What? No, that’s not on.”
“Oh, really? But you said you treat others…”
“Look, that was a mistake. I’m sorry, and I want to put it behind us and move forward.”
She remained silent for some time. I waited to give her a chance to forgive me.
“I’ll have to think about it, Ethan. Yesterday, my mom tried relentlessly to convince me never to speak to you again.”
Just great. I’ll have to apologise to Evelyn as well. I can only imagine how that will unfold. At least, her conviction didn’t persuade Lisa.
“All right. I’ll give you some time to think about everything. Most importantly, know that I make mistakes like everyone else. But I’m prepared to own up to them and apologise. If it means anything, I did feel guilty about contacting Grace because a part of me thought it was cheating. But I didn’t cheat. We’re not officially together, but I would like us to be. I hope you give us that chance.”
“Okay.”
Three days had passed, and I hadn’t heard from Lisa. I considered calling her, but I thought she would contact me if she decided to give me a chance.
At work, the following day, my phone beeped. I snatched it from the desk, swiftly unlocked it and opened the messages. It wasn’t Lisa, unfortunately. Grace asked about my day.
I responded, and we sent several messages before she asked about my weekend plans. I replied that I didn’t have any, and she invited me to a wedding.
Yikes. My first thought was to call Lisa and ask if she had decided to give me a second chance. Maybe she decided not to pursue a relationship with me and felt awkward about discussing it with me. I had to make sure to avoid any ambiguity.
Lisa’s phone rang, and I hung up after it went to voicemail. That persuaded me she wasn’t interested in me.
Grace sent me a question mark. I understood her impatience with me for not responding.
I went to the bathroom and paced, hoping that Lisa would respond.
My phone rang. Oh, thank God. It’s Lisa. But it wasn’t.
“Grace. Hi.”
“Hey. Where are you?”
“Work.”
“Oh, okay. Hope I’m not disturbing.”
“No, not all. I’ve got some things on my plate, but we can talk quickly.”
“Okay. I thought I’d hear from you about the wedding since you said you didn’t have plans.”
“Um, yeah. Had to make sure that I wouldn’t need to work this weekend.” I squeezed my eyes shut and tapped my palm against my forehead. I felt stupid for lying. It was completely unnecessary and contrary to my character.
“And? Do you have to work?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Is there anything else holding you back from being my date for the wedding?”
I bowed my head and rubbed my closed eyes. “No. There isn’t. A wedding sounds good. Yeah. We can go. Sure.”
“Great. I’ll send you the deets tonight. If you’ve got questions or you just wanna chat, don’t hesitate to call me.”
“I will. Thanks.”
“Bye.”
I looked at the ceiling and exhaled, then dropped my head and closed my eyes. How do I always manage to get myself into a mess? Or was it an opportunity?
Lisa decided not to pursue a relationship with me, at least, that’s the impression I got from her. I’m a single man. Why can’t I date Grace?
Although excited at the prospect of bedding Grace, I was sad about Lisa’s decision. She seemed to be the forgiving type. Then again, how would I know her true character? We spent a few hours together.
Lying in bed, my eyes open, I pictured accompanying Lisa to a wedding. Looking at the couple at the altar, she tilts her head and smiles at me, her eyes sparkling. Although silent, she looks at me intensely, her eyes conveying a desire to be a bride. The right corner of my lips curls as I look at her/
Our thoughts are identical—we’re standing at the altar. I can’t believe that the Lord blessed me with an amazing wife. Lisa tells me that her dream has come true. I’m flabbergasted that she chose me. She’s the most amazing woman who could have any man. Why pick me?
The fantasy fades, and I wonder about the answer to the self-imposed question. She didn’t pick me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had already slept with another man. After all, she slept with me without knowing my name.
I pursed my lips. Lisa didn’t seem like the type to indulge in one-night stands. At least, that’s what I wanted to believe. She could’ve been the biggest whore in town. Thinking about that possibility made me close my eyes and rub my forehead. I thought we shared something special. I was convinced that we would end up together. So much for that.
The following day, every time my phone rang, I hoped it was Lisa. No such luck.
Before I finished work, Grace sent me a message to ask about my day. I hadn’t thought about her the whole day. During the brief intervals at work, I wondered what Lisa was doing and thinking. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
My heart screamed for me to call her, but my head convinced me that it would be foolish. I had called her twice, and she missed both calls. Although she returned my first call, she seemed doubtful of that decision.
I hung onto hope that she would call and forgive me. The least she could have done was tell me she wasn’t interested in me. But her cowardly strategy made me lose respect for her. I thought she was a mature woman. I guess I was wrong.
On Friday afternoon, Grace messaged me to confirm our date. I told her that I couldn’t wait to see her.
Although I was disheartened about Lisa, I was grateful to have a backup plan. I would’ve felt worse had I spent the weekend alone.
Comparing her to Lisa, Grace seemed like a better option. She had bigger tits than Lisa and didn’t play with my heart. She also didn’t give up her pussy on the first night that we met. I can’t say the same about that slut, who shall go unnamed. She doesn’t deserve a mention of her name from me.
Watching TV on Friday night, I felt relieved for not needing to go out and approach women. Knowing I would attend a wedding with Grace enabled me to bask in my comfort zone. Sure, character growth usually occurs when faced with challenges, but who wants to deliberately seek discomfort?
I rubbed my boner over my pants as I thought about ripping Grace’s blouse, exposing her perky tits. I licked the one nipple and fiddled with the other one. She raked her fingers through my hair and told me to do whatever I pleased with her.
I bit her bottom lip and fingered her aggressively with three fingers. She moaned, her eyes closed as my nose brushed hers. I got the urge to stick my dick into her ass, but I refrained from doing it, at least for the moment, because I wanted to enter her pussy before her rear.
I grabbed my dick and rattled it. Looking at it, she gritted her teeth, starved for it. I shoved it into her mouth, and she licked the tip while sucking it.
My dick poked her throat as I pulled the back of her head towards me. Tears pooled in her eyes as she gurgled, saliva dripping from her mouth. She looked skanky, just the way I liked my one-night stand.
Her gurgling drifted as she continued sucking my dick, seeming defeated from exhaustion. I tapped her face to revive her. She raised her eyelids, regaining consciousness.
I told her to get on her hands and knees, and she obeyed. I gritted my teeth while looking at her asshole and pictured tearing it apart with my dick.
She exhaled as my dick went into her pussy, sounding relieved to feel it. I grabbed her shoulders and thrust. Her head snapped up as a sharp gasp shot out of her mouth.
I sneered, amused at her surprised reaction.
I pumped her from behind for several minutes, her screaming motivating me to maintain my vigorous momentum. Most women hate it when a man stops abruptly while she enjoys a hard stick in her wet hole.
Always one to please, I carried on penetrating Grace for some time. Sweat beads had formed on my forehead, and my mouth was parched.
I stopped to catch my breath, and she panted. I admired her tiny ass and then leaned slightly to the right to gawk at her hanging tits. They looked fake, but I didn’t care. Her silicon tits made her sluttier, which completed my fantasy of her.
I wanted to squeeze her tits, so I told her to lie prone. She spread her legs wide. I grabbed her tits, nudged my dick into her pussy with a slight push, and then I thrust.
Her face reddened as I increased the pace. She raised her head off the bed and scrunched her face as she clawed her nails into my shoulder.
I swung my hips faster, and she pressed her other hand on the bed, tilted her head back and screamed. I smiled, proud of myself for elevating her pleasure to a more intense degree.
“Yes, give it to me. Don’t stop,” she exclaimed.
Every man dreams about hearing those words from a beautiful woman. I gladly obliged, exerting more effort to please her.
Grace wrapped her legs around me, and I put my arms around her lower back, raising her off the bed. Standing, I looked at her and sneered. With her arms around my neck and her legs gripping me, she breathed deeply while looking at me with her mouth open and her tongue pressing against her upper teeth.
Her eyes pleaded with me to bang her even harder. I grabbed her ass, raising her slightly so that she could lower onto my dick.
My dick went up into her pussy, and she closed her eyes, probably anticipating an orgasmic ride.
She bounced on my dick, and I assisted her by raising her bum. Her tits pressed against my chest, and I got the urge to suck one of her nipples. Suppressing that urge, I enjoyed her jumping on my dick while I held her slim frame.
Holding her in that position became tiresome after a few minutes. We had worn each other out and needed to rest.
We lay on the bed, her back facing me. I grabbed her leg, raising it, before sticking my dick into her pussy. I squeezed her tit and thrust. She rested her left cheek on the pillow and swayed her head with her eyes closed while moaning.
Feeling exhausted after several minutes in that position, I summoned my load to burst. I stopped thrusting as my semen shot onto the floor. I snapped out of reverie and shook my head, feeling dismayed by the need to clean up the sperm in front of me.
My balls were completely empty, and I felt sleepy.
As my head touched the pillow, I was out.
The following morning, I woke up at ten o’clock. My mind was in disarray. I couldn’t pinpoint the cause of my worries, but I felt that something wasn’t right. Since I wasn’t aware of a problem, I anticipated one. That felt worse than dealing with a problem.
I tried to brush off my burden as negative thinking, but I couldn’t deny that it was more serious. Sorting my jumbled thoughts felt like solving a riddle, so I gave up and focused on Grace. Seeing her would make me forget everything.
Although I didn’t have the same connection with her as I did with Lisa, I believed that it could blossom into something special. Perhaps, she would be the love of my life. If not that, I would be satisfied with banging her.
Weddings make women even more emotional than usual, and being by Grace’s side when she gets soppy will encourage her to open her legs for me. I don’t doubt that a few drinks will loosen her up even more.
Grace’s phone rang.
“Morning, Grace. How are you?’
“Hey, you. Morning. I was just thinking about you.”
“You were?”
“Yes. I thought about calling you to make sure you wouldn’t bail on me. The last thing a girl wants is to show up to a wedding alone.”
“Why is that?”
“Weddings are a battle arena for us, women. We compare our romantic lives with other women. Imagine if everyone saw me without a man.”
“Yeah, we can’t have that. We’re gonna need to get you a good-looking guy that will make all the other women jealous of you.”
Cheekily, Grace asked, “Do you know someone like that?”
“I might. I’ll have to check with him as his schedule is jam-packed from all the invitations he’s gotten from women. He’s hot property, you know?”
“Oh, really? Is he?”
“Ya. I’m not sure he’ll be interested in you, but I can put in a good word.”
Grace gasped and remained silent briefly. “You’re cheeky.”
“And you like it.”
She snorted a laugh. “What time are you picking me up?”
“At one.”
“Great. I can’t wait.”
“Bye.”
Thinking about fulfilling my fantasy with Grace made me horny. But I changed my mind about jerking off. Having a loaded gun was essential. How else would I shoot?
Two hours remained before I had to leave—enough time for a workout.
At the gym, I got on the treadmill for half an hour to sweat out alcohol and stress. After the cardio, I lifted weights to broaden my shoulders and chest. For the last twenty minutes, I did dumbbell curls to strengthen my biceps. I knew that Grace would hook her arm around mine, and I wanted her to be impressed with my muscles.
I showered and shaved at the gym, then went home and got dressed.
On the way to Grace’s place, I picked up a bouquet of red roses and a gift basket filled with sweets and fruit.
In front of her house, I looked in the rear-view mirror, my face free from spots. I affirmed that I wouldn’t say or do anything stupid to ruin the chance of getting laid, knowing she would be horny after the reception.
I rang the doorbell and grunted.
Grace opened the door, smiling. Her hair was tied in a bun, with two curly strips draped over her cheeks. Her chest slightly peeked out of her red corset dress, revealing her curves and dragging along the ground.
“Wow. Look at you,” I said.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You definitely should. You look absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you very much. You clean up nicely, as well.”
“This is for you,” I said, holding up the gifts.
“Aww, you shouldn’t have.”
“Ugh, please. All women say that just before taking the gift.”
She smiled broadly. “Thanks. I’ll put this in the kitchen quickly.”
As Grace went down the corridor, I stuck my head in, snooping left and right. I hoped that she would invite me inside, but she probably didn’t want to waste time.
She reappeared and said, “Ready?”
“After you, madame.”
At the car, I opened the door, stuck my hand out and held Grace’s hand as she got into the car.
“Thank you very much,” she said.
“My pleasure.”
I was prepared to do whatever it took to bed her. She looked magnificent in her dress, and I couldn’t wait to get her out of it.
As I started the car, she asked, “That smells nice. What’s that?”
“If you’re referring to my perfume, it’s Dolce & Gabbana.”
“You’ve got good taste, sir.”
“Not just with fashion, but with everything else as well,” I said, smiling at her.
Grace smiled, breaking eye contact as her chin lowered to her chest. I oozed confidence, and she loved it. I peeked at her chest, desiring to pull her dress down slightly so that her bulky chest would pop out.
During the drive, Grace asked me about my week. Strangely, I had the urge to tell her about my debacle with Lisa. Luckily, I didn’t. Thank God for logic setting in and preventing me from blurting out a statement that could dry her pussy.
“It was fine. I kept thinking about today. Couldn’t wait to see you.”
She smiled at me, holding eye contact, but I had to look at the road. In my peripheral, I saw her looking at me. I felt that sex with her was inevitable. I wondered about how loudly she screamed. She seemed like the type to pour out her emotions from her lungs and show them on her face.
I got a boner thinking about her face flushing and begging me to give it to her hard. Oh, God. I got the urge to pull over, scuttle to the bathroom and jerk off until I emptied every drop from my balls.
Concentrating on her words became challenging as they were entangled with my intrusive thoughts. I opened my eyes widely and rubbed my temple, attempting to focus solely on what she said.
Although I glanced at her intermittently, my peripheral vision also picked up her breasts. I wondered which old geezer paid for her plastic tits. It must’ve been a rich guy who banged her a few times. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were married.
Whoever he was, I was grateful to him for footing the bill for silicones that I would enjoy.
We arrived at the church. I stepped out of the car first, walked around it and opened Grace’s door. She thanked me for the chivalry again.
Grace greeted several guests as we made our way down the aisle and introduced me as her date. That was a treat because I was used to women referring to me as their friend.
We sat in the second row, and Grace put her hand on top of mine. I intertwined my fingers with hers and saw from the corner of my eye that she looked at me. Holding her soft hand boosted my faith in bedding her, making me harder.
I shifted in my seat, leaning slightly forward to hide my boner. The only person I didn’t mind seeing it was Grace. If anyone else glanced at it, they could make snarky comments that could embarrass Grace.
I grunted and leaned forward again, hoping my boner would soften. It did, but not by much.
Captain Winky was ready to set sail and plant his anchor in a wet hole.
The bride and his best man walked out, wearing a white blazer, a black bow tie and matching pants. He was better looking than me, so I assumed that his bride was prettier than Grace.
The music prompted us to stand. The bride appeared, smiling on her father’s arm with a veil covering her face. I smirked, proud of myself for being with a woman more beautiful than her. So much for her fiancé’s looks.
After the ceremony, the newlyweds took to the floor. The rest of the guests joined them, and I asked Grace to dance.
She put her arms around my neck, whiffed it and said that I smelt better than last time. I wore the same cologne, but I figured that she was hornier than the first time she smelt me. My hands lowered to her ass, and she smiled.
I drove Grace back to her place, and she invited me inside.
She excused herself to go to the bathroom, and I waited in the lounge.
She returned, standing in the doorway, naked. I stood up and walked towards her. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.
Biting her bottom lip and smiling while looking at me, Grace sank to her knees and unzipped my pants. The blowjob wasn’t bad. Lisa’s skills were definitely superior.
A fiery ball burnt Grace’s chest. She screamed out her satisfaction to extinguish the burn. As in my fantasy, her face reddened, and she gritted her teeth. The length of my dick went into her tight pussy, and she told me to give her my best performance.
We had sex in doggystyle, missionary, her on top, and we spooned. I finished in her mouth. For the second round, I felt confident about cumming inside her. I struggled to cum during the third round, and she understood because we were exhausted.
The following day, at home, my phone rang. I frowned, seeing an unidentified number. That felt strange for a Sunday.
“Hello,” I said.
“Ethan, it’s Lisa.”
“Lisa?”
“Yes. Hi. How are you?”
She sounded panicked. “I’m okay. You?”
“Ugh, you have no idea the week that I had.”
I rolled my eyes, dreading the tedious details that she would use as an excuse to justify ignoring me.
“What happened?” I asked, reluctantly.
“The day after we spoke, I had an important meeting. On the way there, my car’s tire burst. Roadside assistance arrived hours later, and I was late for the meeting. The tow truck driver gave me a lift, and I don’t know how it happened, but I left my phone in his truck. Later, when I tried to retrieve it by calling my phone, nobody answered. I called the tow truck driver, and he said he hadn’t seen my phone and that I probably hadn’t left it with him.”
“You think he’s lying?”
“I’m certain of it. It was an expensive phone, and there’s nowhere else it could be.”
“You didn’t leave it in your car?”
“No, I called my boss to update him about my whereabouts while I was in the truck.”
Sounding defeated, she said, “I didn’t have your phone number, so I couldn’t get hold of you. I’m not sure if you called me.”
“I did, actually.”
She sighed, “I’m sorry, Ethan. It’s been a week from hell. The clients I missed the meeting with were furious, and they’re considering using another firm. That was going to be a big project for me, and my boss isn’t thrilled with what happened. He thinks I’m twisting some of the details.”
“But wait. How did you get hold of me now?”
“After reporting the incident with the police, fixing my car and trying to make amends with my boss, I eventually got the chance to check your LinkedIn page and found the company that you worked for. They gave me your number.”
“Huh. I see.”
“I’m sorry. I know I was supposed to get back to you about us, but everything went haywire. I hope you can understand.”
“That’s unfortunate. Sorry about what happened to you.”
“Thank you. I really want to make it up to you. The last thing I want is for you to think that I’m not interested in us building a future together. I’d love to see you so that we can talk.”
I remained silent, considering whether I should tell Lisa about sleeping with Grace. She waited for me to speak.
Eventually, I said, “There’s something I need to tell you before we go forward.”
“Okay.”
“I want you to know what happened recently because we need to be open with each other about everything.”
“I agree.”
“You met Grace, and when you didn’t call me after I waited and then didn’t answer my call, I figured that you didn’t want to talk to me. So, I accompanied her to a wedding.”
“I see. Did you start seeing her? Are you two together?”
“Not officially, but I was intimate with her.”
Lisa remained silent, as did I. After some time, I added, “I thought you should know that, considering the way you felt about seeing me walk with her.”
Softly, she said, “Thanks for letting me know.”
“No problem. See how you feel about everything that transpired and let me know what you want to do. If I don’t hear from you, I wish you all the best.”
Two days later, Lisa sent me a message and asked if I’d like to meet for coffee.
We spoke for hours and then went to my place and made love. The following day, we made our relationship official. I couldn’t believe how blessed I was, having the most amazing woman in the world. I also got my wish of sleeping with Grace and Lisa. The intimacy with Grace almost cost me a future with Lisa, but she said that she would punish herself if she never forgave me. I loved her even more for her attitude.
A month later, Grace called me. I figured that she wanted to know why I hadn’t contacted her since the wedding. But she said…
“I thought you should know that I’m pregnant.”