December came. Keith was concerned. Jenn had been calling him every day and suddenly she stopped. Her birthday was the 9th and he had big plans to take her to hear Nick Carter sing down in Orlando. Jenn was a huge Backstreet Boys fan and he wanted her to have a great birthday. He had called and left her several messages. On December 5th, she left him a message saying that she would be ready for him to pick her up by 3pm, like he was asking.
Keith arrived at about a quarter till three to pick up Jenn. She seemed somehow different when she opened the door, but he couldn’t place what it was. They flew to Orlando, with Keith trying to sing a few on Nick’s songs for them to dance to on the plane.
The show was awesome. Nick dedicated “I Got You” to “Jenny from Keith.” He even sang “Happy Birthday” to her. Before the evening was over, she got an autograph and a kiss on the cheek. She felt like such a teenager. Keith was loving it. He hadn’t seen her so happy in years.
He had a couple of rooms booked for them to use for the night in Orlando, although he had no intention of leaving Jenn alone. They changed into pajamas and sat down to watch a movie. Jenn sat between Keith’s legs on the bed, leaned back against him.
After she was pretty much silent for about half an hour and he could tell she wasn’t really watching the movie, Keith asked her a question. “Did he call and wish you Happy Birthday?” She shook her head no. Keith was playing with Jenn’s hair. She kept it just about three inches longer than shoulder length now and wore it straight. It felt like silk to him. Just like it always had. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
“Jenn, you deserve to be happy. Really you do. You’ve sacrificed so much for him. Just for tonight, let me show you what it’s like to be loved. Loved the way you ought to be loved.” He gently moved her hair and placed light kisses on the left side of her neck. Keith saw her eyelids flutter closed and took it as a good sign.
He reached his arms around her and began unbuttoning her pajama top. Once the buttons were undone, he could see her belly ring. She had gotten it a little over a year ago. Randy hated it, but Keith had always thought it was sexy. He pulled her top off her shoulders and ran his hands down and then back up her arms before turning her face toward his for a kiss. She gave in to his kiss easier than he expected. He wanted to kiss her forever, but his body reminded him of how long he had been wanting to do much more than kiss her. He pulled her around in his arms and then turned her on her back, running his right hand down her chest to her belly ring. He smiled when he touched it. She knew how much he liked it.
He pulled her pajama bottoms down and off, along with her panties. She seemed comfortable with his advances and he began to kiss her neck. When he heard her moan, he almost lost it. He made a mental note to always kiss her neck. He made his way to her breasts and noted exactly what she liked before moving further down her body.
He had shaved for the occasion of her birthday and now he was really glad. Jenn’s skin was very tender. And she was very responsive to his touch. He was deliberate and slow with his efforts to please her. He knew that Randy had forsaken oral sex years ago. And he also knew how much Jenn missed it. When he felt and heard her climax, he couldn’t help smiling that all knowing smile of his.
He pulled off his own pajamas as Jenn was recovering from her intense orgasm. “I so needed that,” he heard her say. “Thank you.”
“No,” he countered, “You so needed this,” he said as he thrust into her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I love you, Jenny.”
“I know. I love you too.”
He silenced her with a kiss and continued to thrust himself into her. She was actually a very vocal lover, as he had suspected. There was no way the entire floor could help hearing her. And he loved it. He made love to her all night. He might only have this one chance. He was going to take full advantage of it.
Jenn woke up in Keith’s arms. He was her best friend and probably the love of her life. And he was playing with her hair again.
“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” she asked.
“Just trying to figure out what happened here last night.”
“Well, you’re a guy and I’m a girl and we . . . ”
“That’s not what I mean,” he said, pulling on her hair a bit. “I mean . . . well, Jesus Jennifer! You’re Randy’s wife. As much as I think he’s a jerk for how he treats you, I still feel bad that I seduced you last night.”
“Why do you feel bad?”
“I persuaded you into breaking your wedding vows.”
“Wait a second. Last night you asked if Randy called me to wish me Happy Birthday. You haven’t been home since Thanksgiving, have you?”
“No, why?”
“I guess I was too wrapped up to even think to actually call you and talk about all this to see if you had gotten my letter breaking the news.”
“What news???”
“Well, apparently, Randy had filed for divorce the day after Thanksgiving. I got the papers on November 30th. He enclosed a note telling me he was sorry that he had kept me apart from you for all these years when it was obvious that we belonged together. On December 1st, I got a visit from the military letting me know that Randy had been killed in action, on November 30th. It was all just too unreal for me. I wasn’t even really upset. Just relieved. Is that wrong? To be relieved when someone dies? Does that make me cold-hearted?”
“No, Jenn. It just makes you relieved to be out of a bad situation.”
“So what about us?”
“I say you make an honest man out of me and marry me on Valentine’s Day.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think I want to get married again for a while. I’ve done that. Will you settle for a live in girlfriend?”
“Jenn, the first thing you’ve got to learn is that with you, it’s NEVER settling.” He kissed her and reached for the phone.
“Who are you calling?”
“Movers. I need them to get your stuff quick before you change your mind.”
“Just keep doing to me what you did last night and you’ll never get rid of me.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” She smiled as he kissed her and took the phone off the hook. Then he showed her again just how he could love her the way she ought to be loved.