Honeysuckle? Is that all the greeting I get?'
'I'm sorry, Tom,' I said. 'I guess it's just that I'm beat after my first night working. Listen, never mind about me, I want to hear all about how you got out of the hospital so soon.'
'I always knew I was going to get out right around the time you did, but I wanted to keep it a secret so you'd be surprised when I appeared out of nowhere. But after the greeting you gave me, I'm not so sure it was the best idea.'
I nodded my head, and said, 'That's what I suspected, you rascal. Well, anyway, Tom, I'm glad you're here.'
'Then why didn't you show it?' he asked, his feelings obviously hurt.
'Oh, you men!' I said in a good-natured scold. 'You think if a girl doesn't fall head over heels every time you walk into a room they don't like you any more. Believe me, Tom, it doesn't have anything to do with you, I just have a lot on my mind. You know, having to stay here with my mother, being broke, and this job I've got.'
'I understand,' he said thoughtfully. 'What kind of job did you get, anyway?'
I hesitated for a moment and then said, 'Well, frankly, Tom, I'd rather not talk about it now, if you don't mind.'
'But I do mind,' he said forcefully. 'I care about you, Honeysuckle. I feel like your troubles are my troubles.'
His concern for me and his willingness to share my problems touched me deeply. 'All right, Tom,' I said at last, 'maybe it's better if I do tell you.'
'Good,' he said, taking my hand and leading me over to the couch. 'Let's sit down and you tell me all about it.'
'Well, Tom, it's… it's,' I said, stumbling over my words, 'it's hard to tell you this, but I got a job-it was the only job I could get-as a dancer in a nightclub downtown.'
'What's the matter with that?' he asked.
'Actually, it's a sleazy bar called Count Porno's Lounge, and I dance in the nude.' There, I'd managed to get it out!
He turned pale, and was obviously shaken by what I had told him. He tried to act nonchalant about it, but didn't succeed. Finally, he gave up trying to put on an act and blurted out, 'That's awful, Honeysuckle! How did it happen?'
'Like I said, I couldn't find any other job,' I explained, some of my anxiety gone now that I was well into the story. 'They liked my looks and I was hired on the spot for a hundred and fifty a week.'
'What do you do?' he asked as if he really didn't want to hear the answer.
'I told you, I dance around in the nude.'
'In front of a bunch of men?' he asked.
'Of course,' I said, 'did you think it was in front of a bunch of nuns?'
He was silent for a moment, looking pensive. Finally, he said, 'Do you like it?'
'Well, it's… it's,' I stammered, groping for the right thing to say. And then, suddenly, I felt as though I couldn't hold anything back any more, and that everything would be better if I just let what I had churning inside of me out. 'Oh, God, why beat around the bush,' I sobbed, 'it's terrible!'
My body quaked now with racking sobs as Tom put his arms around me and comforted me. 'Don't worry, Honeysuckle,' he said gently, 'you won't ever have to go back there.'
'But don't you see,' I wailed, 'where do I have any choice? I need the money desperately, and it's the only kind of job I can get.'
'There's another way,' he said softly.
'What?' I demanded to know through my tears. 'I've racked my brain looking for some other way, and can't come up with a thing.'
'We'll get married,' he said firmly.
It took a moment for his remark to sink in, and when it did I couldn't believe it. 'Tom, please,' I said, 'please don't joke with me at a time like this.'
'I'm not joking, darling,' he said, smiling. 'I've never been so serious in my life. If you say you'll marry me, you won't ever have to do anything but stay home and take care of our house and raise our children.'
Raise our children, I thought. Never had any phrase been so sweet to my ears. But I had to be sure, and blurted out, 'How can you ask me to marry you when we've only known each other such a short time?'
'When you really love someone, you know right away,' he said, 'so why waste a lot of time waiting around.'
'Are you sure?' I asked.
'As sure as I'll ever be about anything. And how about you, Honeysuckle, do you love me? Are you sure?'
All of a sudden, as I put my troubled life behind me, there seemed to be only one correct answer. 'Yes, darling, I'm sure.'
Tom and I couldn't even stand to wait for the three days the state required after a marriage license was taken out before the ceremony could take place. Instead, we talked it over on Margot's living room couch and decided we would drive across the state line where there was no waiting period, the same as Jeff and I had done. At first I was reluctant to agree to this, the memory of my brief marriage to Jeff stirring up so many unpleasant memories. I explained my reluctance to Tom, saying, 'It seems like a bad omen to me, like a bad way to get started. It's almost as though we were putting some sort of curse on ourselves.'
'That's silly,' he retorted. 'You know you don't believe in things like that. After all, you and Jeff were just silly kids. You and I know what we're doing.'
Finally he convinced me that going across the state line was not going to make any difference as long as we really loved each other, and we made preparations to leave. I left a note for Margot, telling her that Tom and I were going to be married, and that I would be moving into his apartment, and thanked her for her hospitality.
At that moment I made the decision that in addition to getting out of her apartment, I was going to get out of her life. My marriage to Tom was to be the beginning of a new phase of my life and II wanted to leave as much of the past behind as possible. I silently vowed to myself that I wouldn't be seeing her again.
Tom and I dashed out the door when I had finished with the note, got into his car, and sped toward the state line. After the ceremony, our craving for each other wouldn't permit us to drive all the way back to Tom's apartment in the city before we made love. Tom pulled into an isolated motel and rented us a room, writing with a flourish on the register: 'Mr. and Mrs. Tom Rafferty.'
'Do you think they believed us?' I giggled as we walked toward our room, ecstatically happy.
Inside the room we set a world's record for getting our clothes off, and then dove for the bed and each other's panting, naked bodies.
Tom pushed me back on the bed, his leg forcing its way into my already dripping cunt. I shoved back against his force while he nibbled on my tits. There wasn't much foreplay because we were both so hot and anxious to fuck. He crashed his body on top of me and was instantly between my thighs, pumping his hard cock at my swollen cuntlips. I grabbed his prick and inserted it with a strong jerk into my cunt. He moaned and thrust at me and I felt the rock-hard flesh entering me deeply. I moaned in pleasure and he instantly rubbed the most sensitive spot inside the walls of my cunt with the probing head of his surging cock.
'Oh, that's good,' I said huskily, and kissed his face wetly.
He responded by sticking his tongue into my mouth, and each time he pulled his cock out, he would thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. I found this to be delightful, and wasn't surprised when I had a quick orgasm that Left me breathless but hungry for more.
As Tom pumped down savagely between my loins, I started fucking him back as hard as I could, matching his every downward thrust with an upward one, the moisture lubricating our genitals causing a loud smack at the point of impact.
'How does my cock feel inside you?' he asked as he removed his tongue from my mouth and began nibbling at my ear, breathing into it as we continued to fuck away at each other. 'Is it hard enough for you? Am I hitting you where you need to be hit?'
This sort of consideration really surprised me, and made me love him all the more. 'It's just right,' I gasped. 'Just keep fucking me, Tom. God, your cock is hard tonight!'
'And your tight pussy is making it harder,' he breathed in my ear.
