Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2004 02:07:24 -0500
From: Alana Montgomery <alana_montgomery@email.com>
Subject: I Will Be My Hero

*This is a fictional work created and owned by me.  If it resembles your
life, then you must be one lucky bastard.  If you do not approve of this
subject matter, then adios.  Or if you are too young, go to the Sesame
Street website.  I've heard those muppets get really wild sometimes.  If
you have any comments/suggestions, feel free to email me at
alana_montgomery@email.com .  Be sure to read my other stories in the
archives*


I Will Be My Hero
by Alana Montgomery


I just made the biggest decision of my life.  I just left my life partner
of 4 years, Wes.  By the way my name is Jeff.  I am 24 years old and look
like your typical Abercrombie model.  I am about 5' 10", curly sandy blonde
hair and a swimmer's physique.

I met Wes when I was a junior at Dartmouth.  I was cruising the mall
looking for summer work so that I wouldn't have to get into debt with
student loans.  When suddenly this man bumped into me and knocked me over.
He was 6' 2", fairly built, and had short brown hair.  Apparently security
was chasing him because he stole a wallet from Filene's.  He quickly
introduced himself as "Wes", slipped me his number and quickly ran off.

After he finished serving his sentence, I called him.  The six months when
we were in the "courting" phase of our relationship were pure bliss.  I
still remember the first time we made love.  We drove for hours in his old
beat up Ford F-150 until we reached the Green Mountains in Vermont.  It was
around fall at this time.  He parked in an empty field right under an
orchard of maple trees.

"Close your eyes", he said as he helped me out of his truck.  So I did.  I
heard him get some things out of the tool box in the back.

"Now open them", he said.  When I opened my eyes, there was a red and white
checkered blanket spread across the grass with tupperware dishes full of
food and a 12 pack of cokes.

"Oh my god, this is wonderful", I gasped.  He then kissed me soft yet
passionately on the lips.  We sat down and ate and just chatted about
extremely superficial stuff.  After eating, He rolled up the blanket and
carried it under his arm as we walked through the orchard.  Within a couple
of minutes we came across a lake and he rolled the blanket out over the
wooden dock.

"Wanna go swimming", he asked.

"Oh, sorry I forgot my suit", I responded.  He then started to strip his
clothes.

"Who needs suits", he asked in a "duh" tone.

"Are you suggesting that we skinny dip, Mr. Wes", I asked pretending I was
shocked by the notion.  He then slid down his boxers and jumped in the
lake.

"It's awful lonely here in the water", he yelled.  I then quickly stripped
off my clothes then jumped in.  The cold water was quite a shock to me, but
I quickly got used to it.

For a while we swam around and splashed each other.  He then swam up to me
and pressed me against a support pole of the dock, and we made out like
teenagers at a horror movie.  We then climbed out of the water and laid on
the blanket.

He pulled a tube of lubricant from his pant pocket and lubed himself and me
up.  He then slowly slid him self inside me.  The sensation is what I would
call a beautiful pain.  I giggled at the way his eyes rolled into his head.
This was technically my first time even though I wasn't a virgin.  I really
should save my daddy issues for my therapy sessions.  Once I got
comfortable he started building momentum once he was completely inside.

A few weeks later we moved in together and that's when things started to
strain.  He was supposedly looking for a job so that we could better
support ourselves.  My part-time income was simply not enough so I quit
school to work full-time.  I noticed that he had been drinking more and
more.

One day, I got out of work early and on the way home, I drove by a bar and
saw his truck parked out front of it.  He was supposed to be using this
time to look for a job and to grab a couple of weeks worth of groceries.

When he finally got home at 2 AM, I confronted him.  That was when he first
hit me.  In the morning I started to pack my things, but he told me that he
loved me and that he will never hit me again.  We kissed and made up and
everything appeared to be kosher.  The situation eventually got worse.  He
started spending more and more household money on his drinking habbit.
Night after night he would come home and beat the living shit out of me.
When I tried to leave he took a steak knife and stabbed me in the arm then
beat me even worse.  Can you believe that I actually thought the doctors at
the ER would buy that I fell on that knife.  You would think that would
convince me to me leave for good, but no it didn't.  I stayed for another 3
years.

This brings us to where I am now.  This was it, I had it.  Earlier when Wes
passed out from his latest drinking binge, I quickly packed a few of my
personal belongings and quickly drove off.  I am now crossing the line into
Texas.  Maybe here I can start a new life.

[Much Later On]

I am now enrolled at Southern Methodist University, finishing out my degree
that I started at Dartmouth.  I couldn't be happier.  I haven't heard from
Wes in a while, which that is a great thing.

One night I was hanging out at a club in Deep Ellum when this incredibly
handsome man approached me.  He was about 6 feet tall, dark eyes, black
hair and an olive complexion to die for.  You can tell that he worked out
often.  He introduced himself as "Carlos" and we danced for a while.  We
then went back to my place.

We walked through the door, I instantly slammed it after we entered.  We
started making out passionately and ended up on my brown leather couch.  He
then stuck his hand down the waist band of my jeans and started stroking my
swollen member.

We quickly stripped off our clothes and took a shower.  We spent the whole
night making hot erratic love.  I didn't expect to see him ever again when
I closed my eyes to sleep.  I figured that I would be nothing more than a
knotch in his headboar.  I was certainly surprised when I smelt bacon and
eggs cooking in my kitchen later in the morning.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw him wearing nothing but my "Kiss the
Cook" apron and filling two plates with food.  We sat and ate and talked.
I found out that he's a journalism major just like me and that he is also
attending SMU.

Jose and I have been together since that night.  I have no one to thank for
my change of luck but myself.  If I didn't save me, no one else would've

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I know that this might not be the most "erotic" story in the archives, but
I think it's sweet.  I would really like y'alls constructive criticism.
Also, would any of you be interested in this story being continued into a
series?  Email me at alana_montgomery@email.com