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There was a knock on my door about four weeks after my divorce was final. I was expecting Jolene so I was surprised to see Jackson at the door.

"Jackson, it's so good to see you. Won't you come in?"

"Thanks. I'd love to."

"What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"Your divorce is final, I understand."

"Yes, about a month ago."

"You didn't call me. You were supposed to call me when you were divorced."

"Ah, yes. Unfinished business. I'm sorry. I should have remembered." I started to remove my top. "You've earned a good fuck. I'll be happy to supply it. Let's go into the bedroom and get comfortable." I was working on the front clasp of my bra.

Jackson grabbed my hand before I set my breasts free. "I didn't come here to fuck. That's not my unfinished business."

I looked up at him. "What is your unfinished business?" I asked.

"To date." I looked up at him stupidly. "I want to go on a date with you. You're free now. You can date anyone you want. I'd like you to go out with me."

"You want a date?"

"Yes, ma'am I do. And could you put your blouse back on. Your boobs are distracting me."

I started buttoning up my blouse again. "Why would you want to go out on a date with me? You know what I became, what I am? I'm a whore now. You saw me fucking nine different men is this very apartment."

"Well, Brooke, I disagree. I do not believe you're a whore at all. I want to go on a date for the same reason most other people go on dates; to check our compatibility to determine if we should get married."

"You would want to marry me after knowing what you know?"

"I believe so, yes ma'am, but we would have to date first to see if we're simpatico. Might be we hate each other's guts. Only way to try it out is to date. Besides, I don't know if you're any good in bed."

"You're wondering if I'm any good in bed?"

"Well, I don't want to take some other fellows word for it. I have to check for myself. But there's a progression to these things. We don't start with the sex part. We have to see if we like one another first. If we do, the sex follows. I understand in most cases there's no sex until after at least the third date. I'm a traditional guy. I can wait."

"You saw me getting fucked in three holes, like 57 times by 49 different cocks in one 15 hour period, and you don't think I'm a whore?"

"Well, now. It may be you're a whore and I don't recognize the symptoms. Answer me a couple questions."

"Shoot."

"How many men have you fucked since the day your husband walked in on you?"

"None," I admitted.

"It's been like six months now, right."

"Six and a half, but who's counting."

"No sex for six and a half months."

"I've masturbated."

"Me too, and I don't think I'm a whore."

"What about all the people I fucked before that day? All the times I climaxed when they were fucking me."

"Well, you do realize most people have a sexual history before they got married, right? I hope you don't think you'd be marrying a virgin if we got hitched?"

"No. I don't think you're a virgin."

"You know. Every time I had sex, I orgasmed. Sometimes before I was ready, much to my everlasting shame. I always wanted to show my partner a good time."

"It's different for men. Our biology is different."

"Yes, and no. Different but the same. We were all born with the ability to enjoy sex. I know. Men and women are supposed to be different, but you would agree we all have the ability to enjoy sex, right?"

"Yes. I would agree with that."

"Now supposing I was tied up and you wanted to have sex with me, and I didn't want to. Do you think I could keep from cumming just because I didn't want to?"

"No. I'm pretty sure I could make you cum. But deep down, you might want to have sex with me. It makes a difference."

"Supposing it was a man sucking my cock and I didn't want to cum because I don't want men sucking my dick. Do you think I wouldn't cum?"

"Not if he was any good at sucking cock."

"There you go. How am I different from you?"

"Men and women are different. We work differently. It's not the same."

"You already agreed we were both born the ability to enjoy sex. It's what makes us different from animals."

"I was raped and I enjoyed it."

"And the man who was sucking me off wouldn't be raping me? I hope you don't think so little of my gender identification."

"We're different," I protested. "We just are."

"No, we're not, Brooke. If you were a real whore, you'd have fucked a hundred different men by now and maybe a few women too. You went through something bad in your life, and it sucked and you orgasmed in spite of it. Tough shit. Oliver had a degree in psychology, did you know that? Some European place which is why it wasn't on his first summary. Eton, I think, the same place Aleister went to college which is where Oliver probably decided to adopt him as his father. I don't think his mother knew who his father was. She was an actual whore, unlike you. He knew how to twist you up and turn you inside out. It was his specialty, not sex magic, just bullshit. He knew how to make you feel bad about yourself. It-is-not-your-fault. You-are-not-a-whore. Get over it."

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Okay, I'll go on a date with you."

"I don't usually have this much trouble getting someone to go out with me. Usually, they're a little more willing. With you, it was like pulling teeth. Will tonight be okay?"

"I can't. I was expecting Jolene to come over."

"Oooh, about that. She's not coming over."

"Why not."

"I didn't tell you. My new job is with Caponero Investigations. They decided they needed a full time computer guy on their staff. Got the job a few months ago. I asked Jolene to keep it a secret until we saw everything worked out. Turns out; it worked out great. Anyway, Jolene has to tail someone tonight and she can't make it, so she sent me in her place. Since you have nothing better to do, I'm thinking date night."

"I'm not dressed for a date."

"I can wait. I've waited this long, I can wait a little longer. How long will it take you?"

"An hour, maybe less, depending on how snazzy you want me to be."

"I don't really need snazzy."

"Well, you've seen me with cum dripping out of my cunt and ass, so I'm not surprised, but if I'm going out on a first date, I'd like to make a good first impression."

"Snazzy it is. I'll be waiting right here." He patted the couch. "You know, if we decide to get married, you're going to have to give up the nude modeling. I don't mind the other stuff that much, but a woman should save her nudity for her husband."

"Do tell."

"Absolutely. Ask your mother. I'm sure she'll agree with me."

"Have you been talking to my parents?"

"Well, I had to tell them I was seeking your hand in marriage. I'm a traditional guy."

"Of course you are."

"At least three dates. More if we're not sure yet."

"I'll be right out."

"Take your time. I'll be waiting right here." He leaned back on the couch. "I want to see what you look like if you're trying to impress me."

As I walked away, I started shedding my clothes. I was nude before I hit the bedroom. I turned to him and winked. Jackson laughed, and I started getting ready for our date.

We went on five dates before we slept together. Jackson wanted to be sure I was ready for sex again. He was such a gentleman, until he wasn't. Holy moly, that man could fuck. Sexual compatibility was no issue. We were married six months after our first date at the office of a Justice of the Peace. No more big weddings, though Tiffany was still my Maid of Honor. Well, Matron of Honor. She got married before my second and was a month pregnant when Jackson and I tied the knot. Phil was his best man. It felt odd knowing the best man had seen me naked and fucking the day I got my revenge on Tanner, but Jackson didn't care and it was never talked about. We didn't go to St. Lucia for our honeymoon. We went to Pensacola, Florida instead, not too far away from where my parents lived. They came to visit one evening on our honeymoon and we went out to dinner. I've forgiven Dad. If Mom could, I could. I still don't know if he's my real father, or it was the other fellow that raped my Mom. He could be though. I'll never tell anyone else. I wonder if Tiffany's Mom, Mary, knew. If she did, she never told Tiffany, or if Tiffany knew, she never told me.

Jackson and I have two children now. A boy, Jackson Jr., the oldest at five, and a girl, Marion, after my Mother, now three years old. There's another bun in the oven, a girl, who I'll name Tiffany, after my very good friend. The boy looks so much like his father and Marion looks a little like me, but her hair is prettier, Jackson's blonde, not my mousy brown. We're planning on one more. I'm a very happy woman, and if I sometimes dream of another cock in me besides Jackson's, I say a little prayer and get over it, because I love the cock I have and the man attached to it. I thought I'd lost love when I learned Tanner betrayed me and no one would ever want a whore. Turns out I was wrong and the happier for it.