How it all started between Tabatha and myself began way before I would have ever dreamed we would become a couple.  Before I even met her I was hanging out with her older step sister Mary. Yes, by hanging out I mean having a sexual encounter, but with a growing friendship. A few weeks into our hanging out, she needed to pick up her sister for a while. There not blood related, but sister in every way, Tabatha’s dad married Mary’s mom when they were young.  There’s a hundred things I could talk about there, but I’m only covering our connection.

              We stop and this skinny, young little girl, dressed all in black with way too much makeup on come flying out of the house. In her rush she opens the front passenger door and almost jumps into my lap before she realizes I’m even there. So here we are her leaning into the car and we’re almost face to face. She freezes, eyes wide and doesn’t move at all, she just looks at me. I smile, she smiles even more and I say to her, hello.

              Without a word she eases back from my face and looks me over a few seconds before she slowly gets in the back seat. Mary drives away and immediately leans up between the front sets and asks Mary if I was the one she was dating. At which points Mary just tells her yes I was.

              Now the ice is broken and Tabatha starts introducing herself to me, with the Hi, I’m Tabatha, everyone calls me Tabby or Tabby cat, and on and on nonstop for several minutes with question after question about me and never a moment to answer. This soon turned into her telling me how pretty I was and how Mary likes me and more. Needless to say she was the only one doing the talking.

              Tabatha loved being included in anything we did and after Mary explained to me what was going on at home with her I really didn’t mind letting her tag alone now and then. So a few times a week we would include her and take in a movie or just set around and talk.  One day Mary were having a little of our alone time when she informed me that Tabatha had this big crush on me.  To me she was this younger sister, way too young, that was that.  Yes, Tabby was cute and all that with her gothic emo alternative looks, but I put it out of my mind.  Okay, I use all three terms because I have no idea how you tell the difference between gothic, emo and alternative.

              Then Mary took a job out on the East Coast and moved. We tried to keep in touch but we were both busy in our new lives and the phone calls were less frequent as the years went by.

              Out of the blue I get this phone call and it’s Tabatha. She’s hysterical, crying and hard to understand. She had gotten my number from Mary and for some reason she had told Tabatha to call me. Here I am confused about what is going one so I told Tabatha I was going to call Mary and see what she was wanting me to do. Tabatha finally agreed, so I call Mary. Apparently Mary was expecting my call and she filled me in on what was going on and begged me to go get Tabatha and she was packing and on her way back as soon as she could. She was going to call Tabatha and tell her where to meet me so off I went.

              I’m still expecting the skinny young looking kid but the couple of years between seeing her she had changed a little.  She had kept her Emo look but she had filled out a little and now she didn’t look like a kid but a young woman.  A very beautiful young women in my eyes.  Oh God I tried to put that out of my mind so hard and just think of this as some kind of rescue and Mary was on  her way to take over. Yet here I was, Tabatha setting in the passenger seat, her makeup smeared and down her face from crying and no matter how hard she tried to cover her face with her hair, I could see the burses and the black eye, as well as the dried blood around her nose.

              I couldn’t help but cry myself when I looked at the damage and for the first time in all the time I’ve know her she was silent.  I found out later her jaw was out of joint as well. One of her dads friends had worked her over while her dad was passed out drunk.  One of the many friends her dad had okayed to climb in bed with Tabatha. There’s more, but I just wanted cover enough so you would know why I stepped in.  I took her to a clinic and they did the best they could there but insisted she be taken to a hospital. I know all of this was going to be reported to someone and I didn’t care at that point, so off to the hospital we went. 

              Now came the explaining and all the shit for getting involved. They were not going to release her to go with me and it was determined after what Tabatha told them that being bad with her father was not a good idea either. Mary was on her way and they would release her when she arrived. So we waited, me right beside her bed and this time I was doing the taking because Tabatha’s jaw was so sore from being realigned. At some point I fell asleep in the chair and I woke with Tabatha’s fingers gently touching my hair. I smiled and asked how she was feeling, not expecting much of an answer but asking all the same.  Tabatha smiled and very softly, and with I’m sure some pain just said, ‘I love you’.

              Damn,  that made me break down and start bawling as I leaned over rested my head on her pillow next to her crying away. Tabatha was confused I could tell and she managed to ask me what was wrong. I told her nothing and raised my head just enough to kiss her on the cheek.  But I had realized that I love her as well, but couldn’t even start to tell her at that time.

              When Tabatha was relieved into her step sisters care I suggested we all just go back to my house in the country.  At that time it was still the small cabin that was on the property when I bought it. So space was limited to one bedroom and two baths. I know, that’s odd but the other bedroom had been taken over by clutter, overflow and junk a while back. I think Mary expected for the two of us to return to our previous ways and she and I would share my king sized bed and Tabatha would do a sofa or cot.

              I tried to be as tactful as possible and said Tabatha was still healing so she and Mary should have the bed and I would sleep on the sofa. Okay, I was still confused over what exchanged between Tabatha and I at the hospital and didn’t feel right sleeping with Mary at that time. See, I do have some moral compass buried deep inside me, which is most of the time broken, but not this time for some reason.

              So now we are all under one roof living very closely together because no one was working at the time. It didn’t take long for Mary to get the hint that I wasn’t ready to form another relationship just yet and luckily we still were close friends.  Oh she would grab my ass or something when no one was looking but mostly in fun. What I didn’t realize was just how noticeable the bond between Tabatha and I were becoming, and for some reason this made Mary very happy. Of course I found out that the two of them were doing a lot of talking in bed about things to include me. So Mary was starting to realize just how much her sister like me.

              Mary told me that she needed to fly back east to get her car and drive it back with as much of her things as she could pack into it.  Understandable and when we dropped her off at the airport she got me to the side and told me she liked the idea of her sister falling for me and I should think consider the idea of us as a couple. Okay, even more things to roll around in my head while Tabatha and I were alone waiting for her to get back.

              Alone time can be good, it can be bad and it can be awkward. I was feeling a little of all of it. Here I was twice Tabatha’s age and right off Tabatha wants to cruel up to me as we watch television that first night alone. Well, more like cuddle up next to me, because she was pressed to me and her head over on my shoulder. It did feel good and oh the thoughts that ran through my dirty mind. Then she wraps her arms around my arm pulling me even closer.  This left me with very few places that I could set my hand. At first I tried to keep in my lap but that wasn’t working so I set my open hand on her leg. Oh My God she purred. I’m not even joking, she did this happy purr that was so cute and she squeezed my are even tighter and rubbed her face into my hair.  Every alarm in me went off but so did the heat all over my body, especially between my legs.

              We set like that just a moment before she eased one of her hands down to take hold of my hand, wrapping her fingers into mine. Then she set both our hand right down into her lap. Right off I noticed just how much heat was coming off of her. I couldn’t help but do a little squirming around as both our bodies heat was intensifying. Then she raised her head just enough to wrap her lips around my lower ear, ever so gently kissing and touching her tongue to it.

              That was it. I broke. I gave in and let go her hand and use both of my hands to wrap round her face turning to look deep into her eyes. All I could see was the most beautiful girl in the world and I had to have her, so I kissed her. We kissed like it was the only way both of us could survive. My hands were still on her face and in her hair but her hands were free to explore my body, which she did. She had a breast in each hand and making the most of it.  When she stopped playing and started unbuttoning my top I knew what was happening next. I ended our first kiss and looked at her with a beaming smile on her face and that was the first time I echoed her words to me back, and told her I loved her. 

              That’s as much kissing and telling as I’m going to tell. Sorry, that’s our personal special night together.  Oh did I say night together, yes we did both wake up in the middle of my king sized bed in each other’s arms, both smiling like it was Christmas morning. The rest is just history.