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Life went on quite well for a while. My job at Doctor Weiss was good and I was doing well. I got officially engaged with John, and every now and then I used to go shopping with Martha. She was getting closer and closer to me, and she admitted she never had a friendship with a girl so close and intimate as with me. One evening she came to my house, with her face in a mess, like she had been crying. I let her in.
"I am sorry to disturb you, Lisa" she said with a weak voice.
"It's okay. You are my best girlfriend, so I am here to help."
"It's happened again, Lisa, I can't stand it any more" she started crying.
"Please, calm down. Stop crying, relax and then tell me what has happened." I said while I took her between my arms. Martha was a little bit shorter than I am, so her head was resting on my breast while I was holding and caressing her beautiful long hair, as she would be a little baby girl.
"It's a nightmare! It had happened every now and then, but in the last few months it happened more and more frequently, almost every week." she sighed.
"Martha, what is happening to you?"
"Yes, a nightmare. It's Chris, my first husband who died a few years ago in a car accident. He comes back to me at night. He tells me that now he can see me, but I cannot see him. He has been able to know the real truth about what I was doing while dating him, he knows that Christine is not his daughter, that I have been fooling him around, and he is now talking to God to make sure I am not admitted to Heaven and I should be damned forever for what I have done!"
She had to stop because she was crying too much. I could start feeling wet on my breasts, because of her tears filtering through my shirt and bra.
"Martha, come on, it was just a nightmare, a dream. Not reality!"
"I don't know if there is a way." she sighed "A way for me to let him know the real truth. He was a really nice, great and generous boy.At that time I found myself to be a.... a whore.... a bitch..... a slut just for my very own stupidity! It looked like a fun thing in the very beginning to be free, to be able to act like boys with girls. But we are not the same in this stupid world. Our idea was to be able to get fucked by any boy that we would like to, but not by every single boy who happened to be around. Our bad reputation caused us to be blackmailed and end up being fucked by any single boy who just wanted to fuck us! And we hated it.You have no idea what it means to be a slut against your will.And at that time I met Chris. He was different from the others, and was dating me for the pleasure of spending time with me, not for fucking me!!!! I really fell in love with him, but could not get out from the Cock's Sisters nightmare, and God punished me by having me pregnant of one of those bastards named Alan!!!! I was lost. I did not know what to do and was ashamed of myself. Alan told me to go and fuck the baby and myself. I did not want to lose Chris and an abortion could have raised some doubts in somebody with whom I never had sex. So I betrayed him a second time by raping him, having sex with him and then pretending he was the father of the baby inside me. But he was so good, so nice. He accepted me, loved me, and was waiting for the baby together with me as the most caring father to be.... why he had to die? Why? Why?" and Martha went on into a hysterical crisis.
I was in tears as well.At least she loved Chris a little bit!
"And I hate Alan!!" She shouted still in tears. "Once he heard that Chris died in the car accident, he came back to me. Evidently he was having second thoughts about the baby.After all Christine was a creation of his rancid seeds! He wanted to stay with me, help me and eventually, marry me. I was a lonely woman, in the weakest part of my whole life, ready to give birth to a baby, with no man beside me, with no moral and financial support.I accepted in desperation, and now I am tied to Alan.A man who I don't love, a hevy beer drinker, a macho male waiting to be served by his female slave!I cannot stand him any more. I need help..... help. .. please help me Lisa!"
"Martha, please calm down. I know what you mean. Please, do not tell anybody, but I have been a whore myself for nearly three years all together. In my case was for necessity. I had to 'work' for survival. It was terrible. I have been lucky to meet John, who has been showing me that LOVE does exists, and that sex with a man can be pleasure with love. Then I know what it means being betrayed. I know what it means being forced to do things against your own will.I know what hate means. Somebody stopped my life in a way, and I had to start all over again, from scratch, rebuilt everything in a different way. But there is always a way out, Martha. You are a beautiful, strong woman and you can find your way out of this situation."
"Lisa.... I had my head on your breasts and could feel it from the bumps of your heart that you are talking to me from your deepest soul. Thank you Lisa."
"You do not have to thank me. It's just our very own fate. You have betrayed your man, and he now lives a completely new life, ehm .. I mean, probably a much better life in... Heaven.You said he was a very good, caring person.Therefore, he is surely talking to God right now, but not to ask for your perpetual damnation.I am sure he is talking to God for his help to resume you from this Hell on hearth. You found yourself with an unexpected child from an unwanted man, you have lost the man you loved, and the man you hate persecutes you. I am sure your Chris is talking to God to take you out from this situation. He is probably like me. When I found that I had been cheated, robbed, or raped, I was asking for revenge, I really wanted a bloody revenge. Then when I see my enemies in tears on their knees, I feel pity on them.I may release them, although I know I could find them again on my way one day.It happened to me nearly three years ago.I was there, with a sharp lancet in my right hand in front of the man who destroyed completely my life, and took my family, my friends away forever from me.I had managed to tie him to the bed.He was gagged so he could not scream. I went closer to him, took his cock in my left hand and position the lancet in a way that I could cut his small, stupid male tool in a fraction of a second.But then had pity on him.This man, so strong and full of his ego, was now sweating, shaking like a little baby and his frightened penis was no larger than a peanut.And a man without his small male sex toy is worth nothing!No matter how much pain he had caused me, my happy life that he destroyed, I could not do it.But before leaving, I went to the kitchen and took some butter and a big chile pepper. I went back to him, greased his butt and slide the chili well inside his ass. Then I inserted my finger and with the nail broke the chili and spread it all around inside his butt with my finger. He became all red, moaning in the gag, sweating like a fountain. I did not emasculate him, but he is surely going to remember for all his life what it actually means having a 'pain in the butt'!"
I could not stop laughing. I was in tears but laughing at the same time. Martha was doing the same. Tears were flooding down her cheeks, but she was giggling.
"I am sure that your Chris, in looking at you now that you are on your knees, crying for what you have done to him, and knowing what you have been going through, he would forgive you with a wonderful, endless love kiss ."
We spent about fifteen minutes hugging and looking into each other's eyes.Little by little our eyes stopped crying and we found ourselves smiling to each other.
"Lisa.... I don't know what is inside you, but you are the greatest, loving person I ever found."
"Don't make me blush, please!" I wispered
Right then, I don't know what happened. Maybe I forgot about my new persona, I felt time was four years back and I was holding my wife in my arms. Being completely out of control, I hesitated a little bit, but moved closer to her, so that our lips were almost touching. She closed her eyes. I did the same and after a few moments our lips touched. It started in a very slow motion, with embarrassment from both of us. Then I start feeling some familiar things: her scent, the way she would seal her lips in a kiss, the way her tongue would move around my mouth and playing with my own tongue. In ten or fifteen seconds our embarrassment seemed to dissolve and this turned into a deep and passionate kiss. I was carried away and after a while I responded in full passion as well, finding myself as Chris again. This extremely intense, deep and incredible kiss lasted surely a few longs minutes.When our lips broke apart we both gasped for air.
"Wow, Martha, do you always kiss men that way? Chris was surely a lucky guy!" I said giggling in embarrassment.
"Well no. This is one of those special kisses that are saved only for special events. You know what, Lisa? I feel better now. I really feel I have kissed Chris and even sensed his response back to me. In the beginning it was not so, but after a few seconds you were kissing me back like Chris would do. Isn't that funny? I do not believe in reincarnation or other strange things, but...."
"But I think you need to rest a little bit my sweet girl! Too many nightmares, not enough sleep, and now you even start kissing women!"
"Maybe you are right, Lisa..."
"Listen to me now.You go back home, if you cannot sleep take some sleeping pills, but try to have a very nice rest. Then tomorrow sit down and study what to do with your Alan. No matter what it costs to you, there is need to re- organize your life so that you can be happy."
"Thanks Lisa, maybe you are right!"
I accompanied her in the entrance hall and, while getting closed to the front door, she turned back to me. She put her arms around my neck and whispered into my ear:
"Lisa, thanks so much for being so kind to me.Too bad you are a girl. If you were a boy, I would marry you immediately! Could I kiss you one last time?"
"Ok, but this would be the very last time. I am not lesbian and I just do it because it is helping you right now."
"Thanks!"
And our lips sealed again in another endless kiss.
She finally broke the kiss and run out of my house.
A few days passed and I did not see or heard from Martha. I did not call her to avoid disturbing her while planning for a new life. I felt sure that in case she needed some help, she would call me. At the same time I did not want to give her the idea I was too much interested in her, particularly now, after the kisses.Life sometime is quite strange.
One of those days John came to me all radiant: he got a very good offer to sell his business, which he was probably going to accept, so that he could fill the dream of his life: get married, go in a huge city where there are a lot of businesses with a lot more money to spend than just the private people in this little town, and start an interior design agency with his wife Lisa! Wow, this was really something. If I was going to marry him, I should follow him. My job at Doctor Weiss' was not that important after all. And probably, yes! I would marry him (a man!?!?!). But I though I needed to tell him something extremely important, but very embarassing, first. I did not know how to approach this subject, but I needed to. I put all my inner forces together and told him:
"John, I love you so much, I am willing to marry and follow you but, before we get married, I want you to be aware of something very important: I cannot have babies!" I blushed a little bit. "A few years ago I had a problem which required some surgery to remove my ovary. So, now I am completely sterile. If children are important for you, I would understand it in case you change your mind about getting married with me!"
He took me in his arms and held me tightly. Then, after a few minutes he said:
"Don't worry, honey, if we need children we could adopt them, but I it would be impossible to adopt such a lovely wife as you would be!"
"Thanks honey, this is too kind of you!"
And we had one of those wonderful evenings at home.
The following three months were very busy. John was finalizing the sale of his business and his house. I was trying to sell my house as well. In the meantime we were going back and forth to several large cities to decide which one was best to live in and then, of course, we had to find a house there and start a new business. However, we decided to get married in our old town with all our friends before leaving for the new adventure.