“I know you used to have a crush on Drake,” he said kissing my neck as he pulls my swimsuit back in place. “He had a little crush on you too.”
“Shut up no he didn’t!” I screech uncharacteristically. Dominic shakes his head to the affirmative as I gape at him.
“How come he never asked me out?” My brain immediately knows the answer and it is not good. I give Dominic a piercing stare as he tries to remove me from his lap.
“I told him not to hit on you. He wasn’t right for you.” Dominic mumbles barely coherent. I stand unceremoniously with my hands on my hips as he groans with displeasure.
“What do you mean he wasn’t right for me?” I feel my anger boiling up to the surface.
“I just did not think he was right for you. So I told him to leave you alone,” Dominic said standing. He does his best to reach for me but I back away from his grasp.
“What did you said to him exactly Dominic? Stop tap dancing around this.”
“I told him that you had a lot going on and was not interested in dating anyone at that time,” Dominic explained this as if it meant nothing.
“How could you make that call for me Dominic? What or who gave you the right?” I am practically yelling by this point.
“Calm down before you wake the kids Sam. Geez!” Dominic moves faster this time snaking his hands around my waist. “Sammie that was a while ago drop it please. Let’s go make love.”
“No I do not want to make love Dominic. Why would you do that?”
I feel my emotional response and try to push it down to stand my ground.
“I did not want you to date Drake. He was not right for you.” Dominic tries to kiss me but I dodge his clumsy attempt.
“Did any of your other friends want to date me?” I push his face away from me but cannot budge his fingers.
“Yes and they weren’t right for you either,” he whispered. Dominic tries hard to pull me to him but I am fighting his advances until I have all my answers.
“What? How could you?” No longer holding the tears back I am crying.
“Sammie, why are you blowing this way out of proportion? We are together now,” he pleads.
“Because what you did was wrong Dominic. You purposely interfered with my social life and for what reason? You didn’t want me so why would you do that,” I stutter through my tears.
“I didn’t want any of those guys to break your heart.” Dominic said releasing me from his hold.
I am beyond livid. “It was not your decision to make.”
Dominic throws his hands up in the air walking into our bedroom.
“Sammie, you are being unreasonable. Do you want me to call Drake back so you can go out with him.”
“I don’t want to date him now. I am not being unreasonable. You always had someone Dominic and I didn’t. Did it ever occur to you that I was lonely?”
“Sammie, they would have hurt you. After all that you had been through, I didn’t want anyone else hurting you.”
“I see because that was your job.” I said storming off to the bathroom locking the door behind me. I cannot see through my tears as I cut on the shower. I am so angry with him right now. Dominic knocks on the door before trying the doorknob. I ignore him getting into the shower wanting to wash the last thirty minutes away. I emerge twenty minutes later clad in my bathrobe ignoring his presence in the room. Finding my pajamas I slip into them aware that he is watching me. I walk out of the bedroom heading to the kitchen to get a soothing bowl of ice cream. Dominic thankfully does not follow me.
Retrieving the remote from the coffee table I click on the television. I miss the flavor of the chocolate ice cream as I eat; it’s a waste of calories. My anger is still palpable as my leg shakes furiously. Cutting off the television I head back to the bedroom. I just want to sleep right now.
“Sammie please let me hold you,” Dominic begs. I am in the bed like a petulant child positioned as far away from Dominic as I can go without being on the floor.
“Run that past your Samantha dating screen first.” I sarcastically drone.
“That’s not fair. I thought I was protecting you. I really wanted to keep you from getting hurt again.”
I sit up in the bed glaring at him and all the words I need to said come rushing to my mouth.
“Did it ever occur to you that I was lonely? That the only man I really cared for just brutally dumped me after I lost my parents. I have had what two encounters since the father of my child told me that I was too fat and he was no longer attracted to me. He left not just me but his son. The only other man in my life wouldn’t look my way while he diddled whomever he wanted. Do you know how much it hurt me to see you with girl after girl while I was here most nights? I sat in my apartment not alone but very lonely while you played selfish fucking matchmaker Dominic.”
I am breathing so hard when I finish that I struggle to catch my breath.
He apologizes but it is not working I am very pissed off. “I am sorry Sammie. I never thought for a second that you were lonely. You always seemed so busy and fulfilled. I just didn’t want those guys to do something stupid and hurt you.”
“You didn’t think Dominic. If you told five guys that I was a handful or too busy then anytime someone they knew thought about going out with me guess what happened? They told their friend not to date me and so forth Dominic. You never wanted for company Dominic. You always thought it was so cool to introduce your girlfriends to your best friend making me feel even worse.”
“Geez, Sam I am so sorry I never thought…” he trailed off.
“That’s right you didn’t think Dominic. I was lonely wanting the chance to be with you but never having a chance after meeting Lindsey, Selena, Audrey, Misty, Tamika, Jenny, and lest we forget Annalisa,” I rattle off feeling better about speaking my mind.
“Okay I get your point fine I was a terrible friend.” He snarls turning his back to me as he pulls the sheets up to cover him.
“Oh no, you don’t get the chance to be mad at me now. You owe me gobs of apologies,” I shriek back at him pulling the sheets off of him.
“What do you want me to say? I am sorry I didn’t want those guys to start talking about you in the locker room so I threw them off your trail. I inadvertently ruined your social life because I wanted to protect you?”
“I understand your motives but they hurt me. You didn’t let me screen the girls you dated. How fair was that? And you were hardly ever lonely,” I beseeched pulling the covers around me before turning my back to him. Dominic slid to my side of the bed as I knew he would, whispering in my ear, “I wanted you to myself and I was selfish. I am sorry Sammie. Please baby forgive me, mi angel.”
Did Dominic just call me his angel? I am such a girl damn it! I try to hold back my joy and make him sweat a little longer.
“But it took you getting deported for us to find our way.”
I remind him trying to keep my distance. Dominic’s hands are touching me with such intensity my words disappear.
“I am so sorry it took me so long to let you know how I really feel. Sammie I love you so much. Let me make love to you,” Dominic said his voice low accent pronounced. I relent easily as his hand slips into my panties massaging me there. Good God that feels so good. I moan loudly and that is my answer as Dominic proceeds to make love to me. Tonight he is beyond gentle with me taking his time with every move he makes. He slowly removes my panties pausing to tease me in intervals.
“Dominic baby,” I moaned as he teases me slowly. He does not respond only keeps up the teasing driving me insane. When he finally does away with my panties I am dripping wet with desire. I reach for him but he does not let me touch him. I try to protest but when his head dips between my thighs I let out a low moan. With precision he brings me to an amazing climax in a few minutes courtesy of his tongue. The sounds emanating from my mouth are low but carnal. I am ready to do whatever my future husband would like. He is moving up my stomach nipping at my pajama shirt along the w
ay until he reaches my breasts. The gentle love bites he gives each breast makes me grab his hair but he moves my hands. He will not let me touch him and it’s driving me insane. Dominic slips me effortlessly out of my pajama shirt tossing it to the floor. At some point he has already removed his shorts. I can feel his erection moving against me there. The sensation of which is just magnificent. I start to move with him increasing the friction until I explode once more crying out. My body feels so good tingling in all the right places and we have not even had sex yet. Dominic sits up unexpectedly drawing me down the bed. He is back on me immediately lifting my arms above my head. I really cannot touch him now and struggle underneath him. He rubs against me there slowly as my body begs him to move faster.
“Dominic, faster please,” I beg him desperately. He still said nothing only moves slowly against me. I am struggling to free my hands but he is stronger than I am. When he finally enters me I am practically panting as my normal breathing has abandoned ship. Gone is the slow tender movements replaced with incessant rhythmic pounding. My legs are shaking violently as Dominic makes me come once more. The tears are flowing down my cheeks as I fight the scream so desperate to escape my mouth.
“You are mine. I would never let those fuckers have you Sammie. Those other girls meant nothing to me. Te quiero mucho.” Dominic hisses adding the familiar growl sounds indicating he is ready to climax.
“Come inside me baby,” I said with breathless anticipation. Dominic releases my arms just in time for me to hold him as he does exactly what I asked him to do. His voice is loud as he comes inside me moving with blinding speed. I love this man and our lovemaking so very much. Dominic lifts me to lie on his chest before speaking to me, “We will be married forever. This isn’t just until I get my green card Sammie. I will love you forever.”
“I love you forever Dominic.”
“None of them were ever good enough for you. I was never good enough for you until now Sammie. I can now love you the way you deserve.”
CHAPTER 18
On Monday I am relieved when I enter the church’s rectory and I do not spot Dominic inside. I am hoping today is not one of the days he decides to pay a visit. Calling ahead to see if a Father was available to speak with I was told to meet with Father Foster who would explain the entire process to me. My hands are clammy and I feel nervous about asking a Father to allow me to convert to his faith so I can marry Dominic.
Father Foster looks like an all American dad with his fatherly sweater and rounding belly. His chestnut hair is closely cut and simply styled. I immediately extend my hand unsure of the proper greeting for a catholic priest as I was raised in a Baptist church.
“Father Foster so very nice to meet you,” I said nervously.
“Nice to meet you too Miss Gable if you could come this way to my office,” he said motioning me down a small corridor. Along the way we pass what looks like several corridors. I am surprised to see students milling around in several of them. I have been on campus for four years and never paid attention to this small but sufficient parish. His office is slight and sparsely decorated and I take the seat in front of the desk.
“So you’re interested in converting to Catholicism? May I ask what has brought on this decision?” He asked folding his hands over his aforementioned belly. His voice is soothing and reassuring my comfort level increases immediately.
“I am in love Father. I want to marry the man I love. He is a Catholic and I know how much his religion means to him. I hope that does not sound silly,” I said and for some bizarre reason I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. I reach for a tissue on his desk to try and catch them before they fall.
“Is this love extended towards just this man or does it also include the Heavenly Father as well?” He asked his expression softening as I wipe away my tears.
“I love the Lord Father. I was raised in a Baptist church and when my parents were killed during my freshman year of college it was He who gave me the strength to be strong. It was God who equipped me with the ability to raise not only my own son but also my younger siblings as my own children. It is God who brought this man to me that has become such an integral part of my life Father that I can’t see my life without him. Dominic has taught me about faith and hope, all lessons he learned under the tutelage of the Catholic Church. So to answer your question my love extends to both the Heavenly Father and to Dominic,” I respond as more tears stream down my cheeks.
“There is a process for conversion that begins with education, baptism, and taking Holy Communion. It requires diligent study and adherence to a very stringent regimen. The process takes time and commitment Miss Gable.”
“I understand the need for diligence and I have that in spades. My concern is that faith has forced our hand putting us in a rather sticky predicament,” I said calmly without tears.
Father Foster leans forward in his seat taking a notepad from his desk drawer. “And what would that predicament be?”
“Dominic and I have been best friends for four years. Recently he received news that he could be facing deportation. The thought of him being sent back to his country unable to visit the US again has made me confront the feelings that I have for him. Thinking that there was a chance that we might be separated we have decided to move forward with getting married. I cannot bear the thought of losing him Father. I will do whatever it takes to keep him in this country, to be a good wife to him, to be a good mother to the children we care for now, and the children I am certain that are in our future.”
“Is this love or desperation? I am concerned about the motivation for your decision Miss Gable. Is seems rather convenient that you would profess your love to him now after all this time.”
Father Foster scribbles something on the notepad without looking down at it.
“I understand your concern and I know this seems rather convenient to keep him in the country. However I would never come into the house of the Lord and make such wild statements. I know that I am not perfect but I am God fearing Father Foster. The truth is that I never felt worthy of his love other than in a friendship capacity. Faced with losing him I had to come clean. I love him so much Father. I want to spend the rest of my life as his wife. We do not have much time to complete this process under Arizona’s harsh immigration laws. I will do whatever it takes to show you and Dominic that my faith is strong in the Lord and in this relationship.”
“Okay Miss Gable let me ask you some questions if you do not mind?” Father Foster said leaning back in his chair once more. I nodded to indicate that he could ask me whatever questions he deemed fit.
“Are you and this young man sexually intimate?” He asked without flinching.
“Father Foster we have recently become sexually intimate,” I replied honestly.
“Do you understand that pre-marital sex is not acceptable? I would kindly ask that the two of you remain abstinent until after your wedding.”
“I understand Father. I will talk to Dominic about abstaining until after our wedding,” I said nerves making their appearance once more. The feel of Dominic making love to me once again this morning after last nights argument then monumental make up sex soars through my mind. I can still feel him touching me and hear the sounds he makes when we make love driving me insane in such a great way. My impure thoughts make me feel even more like a heathen.
“Miss Gable if you are serious about converting your faith I will support that decision. However the church does recognize and permit mixed marriages.” The Father said decisively writing on his notepad. I try to avert my eyes and formulate my next thoughts.
“I would like to take my husband’s faith Father Foster. If the process is lengthy then I will remain committed to the conversion process. However I guess until that time we would have to request permission to enter into a mixed marriage.”
Father Foster and I continue our discussion, which finally ends after an hour. I am pleased with our conversation and it makes me confident about our future. Dominic’s fam
ily will hopefully appreciate the commitment I am making. Initially we will have a mixed marriage according to the Catholic Church. Father Foster will meet with both of us in the coming weeks to discuss our wedding and counsel us on our marriage.
Cramping is the only excuse I can use to keep Dominic off me later on this evening. I feel bad as he is feeling particularly randy after such an amazing night and morning. Our argument still weighs heavily on him and he wants to make me feel good. I reassure him that our argument is forgotten when we finally get to bed. I decide to use the cramping and hopefully my period will arrive to keep Dominic off me until I can explain further. The kids are preparing for summer camps and our household is extremely busy, lovemaking takes a temporary back seat.
With the kids preoccupied at summer camps I began my Catholic conversion. I head to the campus ministry eager to start my tutelage. Father Foster is in his office and we begin my lessons immediately. I am impressed by how thorough he is with his instruction. He also surprisingly lets me debate some of the topics offering me amazing insight into the Catholic thought process. Most days I am spending four or more hours trying to absorb and learn all that I can. I am given a few homework assignments to read and write about which makes me feel a bit giddy. I am improving my Catholic knowledge base before my new in-laws arrive. Dominic is at the pool practicing around before his last final exam. Dominic has been so engrossed in his last two finals, which are proving to be quite tough, that my excuses go unnoticed for now.
In two days we will be graduates of the fine University of Arizona. Dominic has his last final tomorrow afternoon and after the intense studying he feels like it will be easy. In the morning I am beyond happy to see my period this month. It gives me an excuse to avoid sex with Dominic. Normally I am very happy to roll around in our bed while he does things to me but I have to abstain until our wedding.
CHAPTER 19
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