Life on Oak Grove Drive - April's Story

I'm Dr. Richard Norman. If you follow GH's stories, you know me as Ricky.

It's been a long time since April started telling her story. GH thought it might be appropriate for me to remind you that everyone has been sitting in the parlor at Brenda, Maddie and April's house listening to April as she told her story.

It was 3:00 am, we were all tired, but no one was ready to go to bed.

April looked around the parlor. "All of you are very familiar with the rest of my story. Most of you were at Baxter’s that night." She laid her head on Mark's shoulder and closed her eyes. It was obvious that she was physically and emotionally exhausted.

For a moment everyone in the room was silent.

Finally Brenda looked at April. "Why haven't you ever told us this before?"

Mark kissed April on her cheek and said, "Can I try to answer this for you?"

April nodded, "Yes, I’d like that."

Mark looked at everyone. "The deaths of April's man, Ponce and Danny along with the abandonment by her lady were very traumatic for April. She has coped with this trauma by compartmentalizing her life. This allowed her to keep the pain she felt locked up inside her while she tried to go on living."

Mark thought for a moment. "She now has two wonderful support groups." He looked around, "All of you make up one of the two groups. I think your group represents the present and the future for April. Helen, Lorraine, Jessica and Morris make up the other group. They represent her past. Until tonight, she has been careful to keep these two groups separated."

Mark smiled, "The one obvious exception to all of this was Jamal. I was very nervous when he became part of this group, but he’s always been very respectful of April's past."

Sandra looked at Mark, "So why did she finally decide to tell us her story?"

Mark laughed. "For the same reamister that PW could tell us his story. You're a wonderful loving group of people." He paused, "when everyone started to tell their stories last night, April realized that this was her chance to tell all of you about this part of her life. I think she's wanted to tell you this story for a long time, but didn't know how to go about doing it." he smiled, "It's not exactly dinner time conversation."

Julie grinned at everyone. "Okay, now we know the story, when do we get to meet Helen, Jessica, Lorraine and Morris? They sound like our kind of people."

April sat up. There was a big smile on her face. "They’re wonderful people and they desperately want to meet all of you." She took a deep breath. "How about a dinner party here next week."

Everyone thought that was a wonderful idea.

Julie looked at April, "Why don't you call and invite them. I'd eventually like to have a date night with them, but I think the first time we meet them it should be a family night.

April nodded, "I agree." She turned to Stevie. "Would you let Lorraine help you prepare the dinner?"

Stevie smiled, "I’d be honored."

Sandra looked at April. "I'm not sure this is the right moment to ask, but I really do want to know."

April turned to her. "Go ahead Sandra, you're my friend, you can ask me anything."

"Do you still know Big Reggie Diamond?"

April shrugged. "The last time I talked to him was just after Ponce and Danny were *******ed, but I'm sure he remembers me, why?"

"I want to try dancing at the Black Knight."

Julie jumped up. "So do I!"

April grinned at them. "I'll call him, I know that Mark would love to have a chance see me dance."

"This isn't fair."

We all turned. It was Brenda.

Julie said, "What's the matter Bren?"

"I want to dance there to and I can't."

Sandra looked at her, "Why not? I'm sure Bobby wouldn't mind."

"Didn't you listen to April's story? I'm over thirty."

Maddie stood up, "Hey that means that Roxanne and I can't dance there either. I agree with Bren, it's not fair."

Stevie put up his hand, "Everyone slow down. If you girls really want to dance at the Black Knight, I am sure we can make the necessary arrangements so that all of you can get to do it."

Brenda looked at Stevie, "How are you going to do that?"

Stevie laughed, "Well, if we have to we'll open our own strip club." He paused, "But Big Reggie sounds like a businessman to me. I suspect that if we offer enough money we can get him to change his rules for one night."

Sandra hugged her husband. "You are the smartest man in the entire world." She rubbed his crotch, "Later tonight, I want to talk more about opening up our own strip club."

Julie rolled her eyes. "Stevie now you've gotten her going, heaven only knows where this is going to end."

I started to giggle.

Julie turned and looked at me. "What are you laughing about Footboy." She grinned, "Does the idea of being married to a stripper get you excited."

All I could do was nod.

Suddenly we heard some muffled sobs. We all turned, Roxanne was crying, PW was trying to comfort her.

Brenda walked over and sat on the edge of their love seat. "Baby, what's the matter?"

Roxanne shook her head, "I just feel so bad for April. Ponce and Danny sounded like wonderful men."

April smiled at Roxanne. "Roxie you're right, they were wonderful men and I miss them so much." She sighed, "There are nights when I still cry myself to relax." She stopped, "But these days, I'm starting to think more and more about how lucky I've been."

We all looked at her.

Sandra asked, "What do you mean?"

"For some reamister Ponce and Danny were taken from me, maybe it was just random chance." She smiled, "But random chance also brought me Helen, Lorraine, Jessica, Morris, Mark Peters and all of you. I'm a very lucky woman."

We all sat in complete silence for a moment. I think we were appreciating just how lucky we were to have found each other.

Finally Brenda stood up, "Come on Bobby it's bed time."

There was a low murmur as all of us agreed that it was time to end the evening.

Sandra, Julie, Roxanne, Stevie, PW and I all walked back to our house together. We were tired. We quickly got undressed and climbed into our huge bed. All six of us cuddled up together and fell arelax.

This ends April's Story. I don't know if we will ever get to come back and tell you more stories. That's up to up to GH. I do know that all of us hope we get to come back. Our lives are filled with adventures and we would love to tell you about every one of them.

I look forward to seeing you again, but for the time being I reluctantly have to say goodbye. I'm Dr. Richard Norman, but if we do get together for more stories, you can call me Ricky.

Guess you have my vote GH. I still think I prefer 'Sandra' but this was your finest writing. Truly great. I thank you for a tale really well told.

Thanks Peak,

I agree, I also still prefer Sandra. I think I always will no matter what else I write.

GH

GH, what a great story! Thanks so much for all the effort and energy you have put into it.

I can understand that you might want a break from writing right now, but on a purely selfish note, i hope it's a very short break as i'm looking forward to your next piece alerady!

subchard

Subchard

Thanks, I have appreciated your support while I finished this story. I will post more stories, but I am not sure that I will ever write another serial like the four I have just completed.

They become very high pressure writing. What happens is I keep writing to get to a climactic point - Sandra leaving Stevie for Roger or the death of Ponce and Danny.

I still want to tell the story completely as I write to get to those points, so I find myself using ever spare moment to write. It becomes very exhausting.

Peak wrote a comment that was very perceptive about a week ago. He noted how story lines pop into your head in the course of the day.

The telephone call from Tammy Clark at the end of this story was an excellent example. I could have extended this story by another week by writing about the proposed dinner with Mitch Tammy and April with Mark serving them followed by a nice 3 way with Tammy, April and Mitch.

Prissy picked up on it. The problem is I was just too tired to continue.

Part of my current problem is the sex scenes. Don't let anyone kid you. Sex scenes are tough to write, especially if you are writing alot of them.

There are only so many ways that you can say, "She sighed as she felt his tongue penetrate her anus, ass, dark tunnel, asshole etc.

His huge erection, mighty pole, enormous cock or erect penis can only enter her sopping, heated, aroused, cunt, pussy, vagina so many ways. I find myself spending more and more time searching the online Thesauruses for synonyms.

I need a break.

I'll be back soon. I have at least four stories in the works. I am currently working on a group of short stories about truly cruel heartless doms. The ones we masochistic cucks might like to fantasize about but never really want to meet.

Subchard thanks again for your support.

GH

HappyD

Thankyou

Sorry about the typos. I really do try to find them, but sometimes I am working hard to get a segment posted. This is the problem with writing serials that I alluded to earlier.

Thankyou for your kind words, I really appreciate the praise.

I suspect you will see a heartless dom story in about a week.

GH

this was a wonderful story, gh. i think all of your stories were great, especially the way you entertwined them, so it would be hard to pick a favorite. if i had to, i guess it would be sandra and stevie, but maybe only because it was the first one i read and introduced me to your wonderful writing. i will definitely miss looking for your updates every day, and can only hope that at some point you'll honor us with more. i add my thanks to those above for keeping us so erotically entertained for so long. priss

Hey Priss

Thanks for your support. I'll be back.

I'm looking forward to a little time off. I want to read some of the other stories here and catch up on your captioned pics.

Your Pal

GH

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