Angel of Mercy: Part 2

Miracles can happen on Christmas Eve.

Based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

“I; I don’t want to just be a charity case,” Ken replied. “If you do this, Gabrielle;”

“It will only be because I want to. Promise,” Gabby replied, finishing his thought. “Now, your first lesson in kissing: making the move. I’m a young, attractive woman who has been making eye contact with you all night and finding every excuse in the book to touch you. You may not realize it, but when a woman does that, it means she’s ready for you to make the move. Try it on me, just like I did.”

Mimicking Ken, Gabby closed her eyes, waiting for the moment that Ken would kiss her once more. He leaned in as she had done, trying to take his time and not rush anything. As he was about to kiss her, he remembered that agonizing wait when he could sense her almost on top of him. Pausing mere centimeters from her lips, he allowed the tension to build up for a few moments. Soon, a huge smile began to form on Gabby’s lips; she was enjoying this, and he hadn’t even touched her yet! Ken collected his courage and finally met her lips with his, moving them ever so slightly as he kissed her. He only had his instincts to guide him, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit.

“Umm; that was very nice,” Gabby whispered as they parted. “Good job in mimicking my technique. Let’s try one more. This time, lick your lips just a bit before you kiss me, and try to let our mouths fit together like a puzzle. You can take my lower lip between yours, or I can take your lip between mine. Tilting your head to the side a bit is also a natural position. The possibilities are almost endless. When you’re ready, don’t be afraid to put your tongue in my mouth. In the future, you’ll want to be careful about doing this too soon, but for our purposes tonight, go right ahead.”

Ken did as she instructed, and found that the increased moisture to be quite pleasant. It allowed each of their lips to slide along the other’s with little effort. All too soon, he felt Gabby take his lower lip in hers, sucking lightly and even nibbling for an instant. After she did this a second time, Ken took the hint and reciprocated in kind, eliciting a contented murmur from Gabby. As their kissing became more passionate, he could no longer resist the urge to taste this gorgeous woman. Still tentative, he pressed his tongue against the crease of her lips, which parted to allow him entry. Though he didn’t know what to do once he was in, he soon found himself enthralled in Gabby’s passions. Her tongue danced with his, exploring his mouth in a slow, methodical fashion. This gave him the perfect gauge to judge his own efforts by. After nearly twenty minutes of making out, they finally separated, their faces flushed from the experience.

“Holy shit.” Ken sighed.

“You, my friend, are one quick study. The next girl that kisses you may well get addicted and refuse to let you go,” Gabby agreed with a playful grin. Leaning back on the sofa, she reached down and unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, asking, “You ready to learn something else?”

In spite of his hardening cock, Ken couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t. “Look, you seriously don’t have to;”

“I want to,” she said with confidence. “Ken, you are such a sweet, special guy, and I want to show you that. I want to prove to you how lucky a girl I would be to have a guy like you.”

Would be? What’s that supposed to mean?

“I’ve never made love to a virgin, Ken,” she continued. “But I know what I love in bed, and I think I can help you get quite good at this. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but if you’ll allow me, I’d love nothing more than to take your virginity tonight.”

Ken was torn. This woman certainly drove him crazy, but part of him worried this was all an elaborate setup. Women never came on to him like this, let alone one this beautiful! Then again, she hadn’t balked in the slightest in kissing him. Hell, she had even encouraged him to French kiss her. In spite of the fact that he had every reason to be distrusting after Jacqueline’s message, he recognized that she had shown him nothing but kindness and patience. He didn’t believe in destiny or fate, but if there was a moment in which he was supposed to lose his virginity, this had to be it.

“Okay; I want to,” he whispered.

“I’m glad,” she replied with a warm smile.

Fumbling with his belt, he said, “I guess I’d better;”

“There’s plenty of time, Ken,” Gabby reassured him. “If we do this, I want to do it right. I want to show you the proper way to take a girl around the world. That starts with what we were doing earlier, only this time, you can start removing my clothes in the process.”

As Ken leaned in and resumed their kissing, Gabby guided his hands lower and slipped them underneath her sweater. He spent a few moments enjoying the warm sensation of skin-to-skin contact before tugging her sweater up. They separated for a moment so that Gabby could finish peeling her top off, revealing a simple, black silk bra. As they continued making out, Ken reached behind her, trying to decipher the key to unhooking the ever-hated bra.

“Want some advice?” Gabby asked with a slight giggle.

“Sure,” Ken signed, beginning to get frustrated.

“Feel for the crease, then slip one finger under and one finger over. Squeeze together and rub your fingers until it unhooks.”

Concentrating, Ken did as she instructed. The clasp itself was easy to find, and her descriptions were spot on. To his surprise, it only took one unsuccessful attempt before he managed to snap the garment open.

“Impressive,” Gabby marveled.

“Thanks, but that was all you. I’d be lost without your instructions.”

“You’re a natural student; you take direction well. Ready for the next lesson?”

“Oh yeah,” Ken said with anticipation.

“Your kissing skills have grown by leaps and bounds in just a few minutes. Now you should remember that you don’t have to kiss just my lips. My cheeks, my neck, my shoulders; my entire body is your playground. Few things turn a woman on more than a man whose only desire is to worship every inch of her form.”

With that, Gabby shrugged her shoulders and slipped her bra off, revealing her ample D-cup tits to Ken. He was utterly speechless at the sight he now beheld. They were not only large, but quite perky as well. Her tiny pink nipples, already hard from their making out, were the perfect accent to Gabby’s most notable assets. As he drank her in, he felt her guide his hand towards her, reaching him out to touch her tit. It barely fit into his hand, yet it was so soft and warm that it felt like it just belonged there. Taking a deep breath, Ken now reached in with both of his hands, squeezing her tits together and exploring every inch of their surface. Remembering her words from a moment ago, he leaned in once more and began to kiss his way from her lips down to her chest.

“Yes; just like that.” she cooed.

Arriving at the valley of her bosom, he made his way to one side, kissing her tit while also stimulating her nipple with his finger.

“That’s so good, Ken; ooh, you can suck on them too,” she whispered with encouragement.

Ken’s heart leapt at her suggestion, and he moved to take one of her tiny nipples in his mouth. He sucked with eagerness at first, but Gabby soon coaxed him to go slower.

“Careful there; be gentle.”

“Sorry.”

“Quite alright, they’re just a bit sensitive,” she said with a sweet giggle.

Ken spent quite some time lapping at her tits, alternating sides every so often. At first, Gabby advised him on when to change so as not to over stimulate one side or the other. Soon, though, Ken was moving back and forth all on his own, driving her wild with lust in the process. After several minutes of this, she lifted his head up, a wicked grin on her face.

“Ready for the big reveal?” she asked, lowering the zipper of her jeans.

“Uh; uh huh.”

Lifting her hips up, Gabby slipped her jeans over her curvy ass and down her long legs before kicking them off with her boots. She then turned to recline back on the sofa, spreading her legs a tiny bit. The smoldering come hither look she gave Ken was enough to bring any man to his knees.

“Come on, Ken; you’ve got a Christmas present to open.”

Ken’s mouth went dry as he stared at her black thong panties, mesmerized in disbelief by what was about to happen. With trembling hands, he slipped his fingers into her waistband and slid the silky garment off, revealing Gabby’s shaven pussy at last. In that moment, Ken had completely forgotten that he was still wearing all his clothes.

“I just love the way you’re looking at me,” Gabby breathed, breaking his trance. “It’s like you won the lottery or something.”

“I; think I did.”

“So sweet. Now then, time to learn how to really make a woman happy. Most women are at least willing to engage in oral sex, but you always need to give at least as much as you receive. It’s only polite. And there’s no better way to make a woman want to suck your cock; than to eat her pussy without prompting. With that said.”

Gabby now spread her legs wide for him, beckoning him to explore her delectable womanhood. Following a trail she laid with her fingers, Ken began to kiss his way up her leg and inner thigh. After repeating the action on her other leg, he arrived at her soaked pussy, breathing in the musky aroma seeping from within her.

“Spread my lips, Ken,” Gabby whispered.

Using a gentle touch, he did as she asked, gazing deep into her slick tunnel. He soon leaned forward, touching his tongue to the folds of her labia. She tasted different than he had expected, perhaps a bit salty, but nothing unpleasant in Ken’s mind. He continued to taste and tease her lips for a few moments, and she began to squirm and writhe under him in pleasure.

“Oh, yes; that’s just right, Ken; you can move a little higher, too. See that little bump there? That’s my clit. She’s sensitive, but if you pay enough attention to her; something good is bound to happen.”

He tilted his head upwards a bit, running his tongue along her lips as he arrived at her clit. Flicking the nub a couple of times, he was surprised at just how strong Gabby’s reaction was. Ken liked that. She was having the time of her life, and it was all because of him. Feeling a twinge of confidence, he redoubled his efforts and began lapping at her clit again and again, never giving her a chance to rest.

“Yes; yes, that’s fucking incredible!” she cried out.

As Gabby’s hips began to buck, Ken looped his arms around her thighs on instinct, helping her to remain still. He continued his worshipping of her womanhood, savoring every drop of her juices as she squirmed and squealed in delight. Soon, he began to sense that her thrashing was reaching a crescendo and an ultimate plateau. He received almost immediate verbal confirmation of this.

“Holy shit; Fuck that’s awesome! Oh, Ken don’t stop; don’t; stop; please don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop; ah!”

Ken knew in an academic sense that women could achieve powerful orgasms. Still, he had never actually seen it happen, let alone experienced it by his hand, or rather his tongue. Yet lying beneath him was the most beautiful woman he had ever met in his life, and she was becoming even more beautiful by the second as her body erupted in ecstasy. The look of pleasure on her face as her eyes fluttered closed was awe-inspiring. A few final licks to her pussy, and she gently pushed his face away from her crotch.

“That’s quite enough; but oh so wonderful.” she sighed. “You’re a natural, Ken.”

“Thanks. That’s; got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Seeing you lose control like that, it was surreal.”

“So sweet,” she said, sitting up straight on the sofa. “For all your supposed awkwardness, you sure know how to pay a girl a compliment.” She leaned forward, planting a long, slow kiss on his lips. As they parted, she whispered, “Ready for your due reward?”

With a slight gasp, he replied, “Oh, hell yes.”

Gabby stood from the sofa, smiling the entire time. Reaching behind the armrest of the sofa, she pulled out a dark blue sleeping bag and began to spread it out on the thick rug in front of the fire.

“It’s a tradition,” she explained, seeing the look of confusion on Ken’s face. “When I was a little girl, I swore I’d catch Santa in the act by sleeping next to the tree. He’d never be able to sneak past me. Well, my parents told me to go for it, but that it wouldn’t work; he’s too good. Sure enough, he had come and gone the next morning. He even left a note next to my pillow that said, ‘Nice try, Gabby. Merry Christmas.’ Ever since then, I’ve slept by the tree every Christmas Eve.”

“Love it,” Ken grinned.

By now, she had finished spreading the sleeping bag out on the floor and affixed a couple of pillows at the head for them. As it was designed for one person, she had opened it completely and laid it out flat, making it large enough for two to lie on. Seeing what she was doing, Ken grabbed a large throw blanket from the sofa to cover up with.

“Why, thank you,” she said. “But don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed?”

“Huh?” Ken had been so entranced with Gabby’s naked body that he’d forgotten that he was still wearing his clothes. “Oh, uh, I guess so.”

“Can I help with that?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

“Sure.”

Gabby sauntered over to him, wrapping him in a warm hug as they stood next to the fireplace. After kissing his lips, she moved to his cheek and neck, just as he had done to her before. As she began to drive him crazy, she slipped her fingers into his tee shirt and pulled it off of him, exposing his bare chest to her. Now with a new playground to explore, Gabby continued from where she left off. She first lingered around his neck and shoulders, then down his chest before finally reaching his stomach. As she knelt before him, she unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, freeing his rock hard cock at last.

Ken was not large my most standards, being only about five inches in length at full staff, but to Gabby he was perfect. She had no hesitation as she began to lightly stroke his length in her hand, and soon began to take him in her mouth bit-by-bit. Ken was in blissful agony; not only was he receiving is first blowjob, but he also had to keep from exploding too soon, all while concentrating on standing still. She sucked him for a few seconds more before releasing him.

“If you get close, let me know, okay? I want this inside my pussy, too.”

Ken could only nod in reply. She soon resumed her pleasuring of his member, sucking him with gleeful determination. He had been so good to her tonight; she only wanted to reward his efforts. Slowing her pace, she gazed up at him with her smoldering eyes, her pretty face framed by her long blonde hair. As Ken began to lose himself in her beauty, he also felt a familiar bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. Though he panicked for a moment, he soon had the presence of mind to tap Gabby on the forehead.

“I think you’d better slow down,” he stammered.

Releasing his cock from her mouth with a pop, Gabby grinned and replied, “Good. Because I think it’s time for me to take your virginity.”

After switching off the gas logs, she stretched out on the open sleeping bag and held part of the blanket up, beckoning Ken to slide in with her. He did so with eagerness, though was still nervous as hell; he had no idea what he was doing! Sensing his doubts, Gabby spoke with soft confidence and reassurance.

“Let’s go you on top to start. That way you can control it so you don’t go off too soon. Honestly, though, don’t worry about stamina. You’ve already lasted through one of my blowjobs, which is no small feat, if I do say so myself. You ready?”

“Um, yeah; I think so. But do we need any; protection? I don’t have a condom or anything.”

With a warm smile, she replied, “Don’t ever change, Ken. Sweet, humble, and considerate, that’s what you are. I don’t have any diseases per my last doctor’s visit two months ago, and I know you’re a virgin so I don’t think there’s any concern.”

“That’s good. But; what if you get pregnant? I’m not sure I’d be able to pull out in time.”

“Well,” she paused, her smile becoming more bittersweet. “It’s a long story, but trust me when I say that there’s no risk of me becoming pregnant. We’re clear to let loose with this, as long as you’re comfortable with that, of course.”

“I am. I just; wanted to be sure.”

“Thank you, Ken. Now, if you please, my pussy is aching for your cock, and you’d best make her happy.”

Positioning his pelvic region between her legs, Ken attempted to push into her, but his slick cock merely grazed the surface before slipping up to her belly. Gabby just smiled and reached down, taking a gentle grip on his cock with her hand and guiding him to the entrance of her pussy. Feeling a bit of give, he followed his instincts and penetrated her at long last, his virginity melting away in the process. She was divine, far tighter than Ken had ever imagined in his wildest dreams and fantasies.

“Oh Ken; that’s just where you belong,” she cooed in satisfaction.

“Holy fuck; so tight.” he could only reply.

Ken began to thrust in and out of her, keeping his tempo moderate at the start to get a feel for how sensitive he was. The sensations of making love to this goddess were only enhanced by the look of sheer enjoyment in Gabby’s eyes. He prayed that he would be able to last and enjoy it all, even if only for a few minutes. As he continued thrusting into her, Gabby began to get a mischievous look in her eyes.

“You’re thinking something,” Ken observed.

“Uh huh. Wanna learn a trick that’ll drive any girl nuts?”

“Sure.”

“Come up on your knees and keep your torso straight up. Try to get to where you can keep yourself inside me without having to balance on your arms.”

“Like this?” he asked, relaxing back on his folded knees.

“Exactly. You can also stretch my leg out against your chest to help you balance.”

“Very nice,” he said as he followed her instructions.

“Yep, but that’s not the trick. This is the trick. Use your hand; and masturbate me while you fuck me.”

Ken at first wasn’t sure if he had heard correctly, but Gabby soon confirmed that he had when she took his hand and slid it down her thigh towards her slit. Once there, he reacquainted himself with her womanhood, finding her clit with little effort. Gabby’s reaction was immediate. Her eyes bulged and her arms began to flail about in ecstasy. This only spurred Ken on further, as he upped the tempo of his thrusts while continuing to jack her off. Gabby was in such pleasure that she couldn’t even form words. Nothing but incoherent babbling came from her mouth. Finally, her long-awaited orgasm arrived, and Gabby screamed into her pillow at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Ken had the pleasure of experiencing what would become his favorite part of lovemaking: a woman’s pussy erupting in climax around his cock.

“Oh my god; that; was awesome,” he marveled.

“Uh huh; you’re fucking amazing, Ken.”

“Thanks to you,” he grinned, slowing his thrusts to allow her to recover.

“I just gave pointers. You executed; to perfection, I may add.”

“My knees are about to give out, though.”

“Well isn’t that excellent timing; because I wanna ride you now.”

Disengaging from him, Gabby gave Ken a playful push to the side, landing him flat on his back. Before he could even think of retaliating, she had already clambered on top of him and was rubbing her slick entrance against his cock. If she wasn’t careful she might have made him blow his load right then and there, but she backed off in time, planting a deep kiss on his lips. As their tongues danced, she positioned his head against her and lowered herself onto him. Ken moaned into her mouth at the reintroduction of her wonderful tunnel. Their mouths parted as she arrived at the base of his cock, and she sat up straight to give him an unobstructed view of her glorious tits.

Rather than bounce on him full force, Gabby used a smooth, firm grinding motion on his cock. After all, they were on a sleeping bag on the floor, rather than a proper bed. Ken couldn’t help but reach up and take her jiggling globes in his hands, squeezing them and tweaking her nipples a bit. This only encouraged Gabby further, now exploring every inch of his cock with her velvety pussy. She rode him for all she was worth, no longer trying to extend their session, but actively working to send him over the edge. Ken, perhaps picking up on this, tried to coax her to slow down.

“Gabby, you’d better slow; oh shit; down. I’m not gonna;”

“I don’t care. Give it to me,” she replied in a husky voice.

“Huh? But I haven’t even gone ten minutes? Aren’t guys supposed to be able to last?”

Gabby smiled at him. “Ken, you’ve been wonderful tonight. You kissed me like I was the only woman in the world, ate my pussy, and survived one of my world-famous blowjobs. Believe me, you're no slouch. You’ve lasted Ken, and made me orgasm twice in the process!” She leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “Cum for me, right in my pussy. I want it. I need it. Please don’t hold back. Give it all; to me.”

That did it. Her masterful motions combined with her seductive voice were too much for poor Ken to handle. As she planted her lips firmly on his, he thrust his last into her and began to spray his seed into Gabby’s pussy. Though he had masturbated many times, none of his orgasms were ever this long or powerful; it was unreal. As he finally came down from his high, Ken’s cock began to soften inside her pussy, slipping out after a few seconds.

“That was; amazing.” he sighed, feeling the call of sleep washing over him.

“Nuh uh! No you don’t, Ken!” Gabby replied with a playful slap.

“Huh?”

“There’s one more thing for you to learn: the art of pillow talk. Trust me, Ken. You stay awake and talk to a woman after sex, and you show her she’s more than just a piece of ass,” she said, rolling off to lie next to him.

“Guess that makes sense,” he mused, rubbing his eyes to stay awake. “Well you asked me all about myself, and I was about to do the same when, uh; all this happened.”

“Not complaining are you?” she asked with a grin as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Hell no! Still, what about Gabby? What makes her tick?”

“Well, my family is the biggest part of my life, in all honesty. With Mom, Dad, plus two big brothers and a little sister, there’s a lot of love to go around. We’ve always been tight.”

“Oh yeah! You mentioned earlier about not being alone on Christmas Eve, yet you would have been alone if we hadn’t met. What’s up with that?”

Gabby replied, “We’re kinda spread across the southeast right now. One brother works in Birmingham, another in Nashville. My sister is visiting a sorority sister up in South Carolina. Mom and Dad live near here, but have been traveling. They were supposed to get in today, but their flight got delayed. Won’t be seeing them until after lunch tomorrow. Still, we should have everyone together by the day after Christmas.”

“Always good,” Ken smiled, wishing his own family was a close as Gabby’s. Noticing the silver cross still hanging from her neck, he asked, “I guess you’re pretty religious, too?”

“Very much so. Born and raised Catholic.”

“Yet, you’re not at mass?”

“Extenuating circumstances,” she replied, a slight grimace on her face.

“Sorry, didn’t mean for that to come out harsh. No judgment from me, promise. My mom’s always been religious, but it just never spoke to me. I mean, how can a supposedly loving God allow such evil acts in the world He created?”

Gabby looked up, calm confidence in her eyes. “Sometimes bad things happen to good people. That doesn’t mean God causes those bad things to happen. In all things, I believe God works for good. Even in the worst situations imaginable, God manages to cause some amount of good to come from them.”

“You really believe that?” Ken asked.

“With every fiber of my being. It’s what keeps me going.”

“Well, you’re the first that’s been able to answer me that question in a way that makes sense. No ‘it’s all in God’s plan’ or ‘you must not love God enough’ or any such nonsense. You; you get it.”

Lying there in silence for a few minutes, Ken finally found the courage to ask the question he was afraid to know the answer to.

“Will I ever see you again?”

A long pause, then Gabby replied, “No.”

“Why? I know I go to school in Massachusetts, but I’d be a fool to give up on an incredible woman like you. Why can’t we give it a shot?”

With a sigh, she answered, “Because there’s something you don’t know about me.” Taking his face in her hands and gazing deep into his eyes, she continued, “I’m dying, Ken.”

He blinked twice, uncertain if he had heard her right. “Dying?”

“I have; a rare and aggressive form of grade IV brain cancer. The doctors diagnosed me about two months ago. I have less than six months to live. They said they could treat it, but it would only buy me another year at best. Even if it were successful, I’d be so weak from the chemo that I wouldn’t be able to do much of anything. So, I opted for a powerful regiment of pain management and resolved to live what time I have left to the fullest. Experience all I can, spread as much joy as I can.”

“This explains everything,” Ken realized. “Why you weren’t scared of me in the park, even with me holding a knife. Why you didn’t hesitate to invite me to your home. Why there was no concern of you getting pregnant.”

“And why we can’t be together, as much as I want it. Ken, I meant what I said earlier. If I could spend any amount of time, and especially years with a guy like you, I would be so lucky and blessed. You’re a wonderful person, and you’re going to make some girl happy beyond belief someday. Whoever she is, wherever she may be; I envy her.”

“I just wish it could be you.”

“I know, Ken, but you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve to fall head-over-heels in love with a girl that you know will be dead in a few short months. In another lifetime, maybe we could have been soul mates. But God seems to have other plans.”

“Gabby, how can you still believe in God through all this? You said that He works all things for good, but what good can come of this?”

She collected her courage, deciding to tell him her darkest secret, one that not even her own family knew. “About a month ago, I was in a really bad spot. I still believed in God, but couldn’t believe He would put me through such pain and suffering. I had dreams, hopes, plans; but all for naught. I got low. So low that, one night, I almost did; what you almost did.”

“Take the easy way out?”

“Exactly. I nearly went through with it, but at the last moment decided to sleep on it. That night, I had a dream. Someone, I don’t know who, was speaking to me. ‘Your life still has meaning. You still have a purpose.’ That’s what they told me. There’s no way that was a coincidence. When I woke up, I promised myself I’d find that purpose for my life. Tonight, I may have done just that.”

“What do you mean?” Ken asked.

“Ken, if I had killed myself, I wouldn’t have only been responsible for my own death. I’d have also been responsible for yours. I wouldn’t have been there to talk to you and convince you there was a better way.”

“That’s one way of looking at it, I guess,” Ken mused, pondering her realization.

“There’s more, Ken. You’re going to be a brain surgeon. I have no doubt about that. If I’m not there tonight, how many lives are lost in the future because Dr. Ken Dix isn’t around to save them? How many children have their lives snuffed out from you not being there to ward off the hand of Death? You are going to help so many people in your life, Ken. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”

“And all that is worth the horrible death you’re destined for?”

“Absolutely,” she replied without hesitation.

Shaking his head, Ken said, “You’re a far better human being than I am.”

Kissing him lightly on the cheek, Gabby whispered, “Don’t sell yourself short. You had a moment of weakness, but walked back from the brink. Doesn’t matter how or why, the fact is you didn’t go through with it. Hang on to that.”

“So there’s one thing that still confuses me.”

“What’s that?”

“With you being as religious as you are, I still don’t get why you aren’t at mass tonight? It’s Christmas Eve, after all.”

“Well; shortly after my diagnosis, I had a falling out with Father Maxwell. He was comforting at first, but soon began trying to convince me to allow him to pray over me for healing. He said that my tumor ‘was not unlike that of a demon needing to be exorcised.’ That hurt me deeply. If I had let him pray over me for healing, yet was not healed, the logical argument could be made that God refused to listen! Good people get sick and are cut down too soon, but that doesn’t mean that they didn’t pray hard enough or that they didn’t love God enough. After those conversations; I couldn’t take anything that man said seriously. I’ve made my peace with God; that’s more than enough for me.”

Nodding, Ken replied, “I think you made the right call, and that’s not just ‘cause I’m a religious cynic. Your reasons make perfect sense.”

Gabby smiled and snuggled up in the crook of his arm, pulling the blanket over them in the process. “Thank you, Ken. For everything. I can’t tell you how thankful I am to have met you tonight.”

Kissing her on the forehead, he whispered, “Merry Christmas, Gabby.”

Christmas Morning.

Gabby awoke on Christmas morning feeling surprisingly cold. Turning over, she saw that the other side of the sleeping bag was now empty; Ken had already gone, it seemed. As she rubbed her eyes awake, she found a piece of paper on his pillow with a note written on it.

Gabby,

I’m so sorry for leaving before you woke up, but I think it will be less painful this way for both of us. I’m guessing from your statements last night that you’ve fallen for me, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t crazy for you. As much as I want us to be together, deep down I know you’re right. It’s just not meant for this lifetime.

I want to thank you for giving this religious cynic the most valuable insights on God, that he’s ever heard in his life. I have a lot to mull over and some serious questions to ask myself, about the man I want to become. Though I never said it out loud, I’m so sorry that I considered killing myself. It was selfish and shortsighted of me. Thanks to you, I realize that now.

Gabrielle Libertine, you are truly one of God’s gifts to mankind. For me, you’re an Angel of Mercy; descended from on high at just the moment I needed you most. I promise you, from this day on, I will never again consider killing myself. You have my word of honor. In your memory, I am now devoted to finding my purpose in life. I do want to help people. I do want to save lives. I do want to find a special girl to spend my life with. And thanks to you, I still can. Thank you for everything, Gabby. I pray that your life will be full of joy and happiness.

All my love, Kenneth Dix.

P.S.

 Merry Christmas to you and your family.

Tears of joy streamed down her face as she read his message. Gabby had hoped that her efforts might in some small way have an impact on Ken, but to see such immediate effects was more than she could have ever hoped for. To bring about such direct improvements in a young man’s life was truly the greatest purpose she could ever imagine in her life. She no longer had any doubt in her mind; this was God’s intention all along. Perhaps she had lost the love of her life, but she had also saved the love of her life, giving him a second chance at love in the process.

“Merry Christmas, Ken. God speed,” she whispered, kissing her fingers and touching them to the paper.

The sound of a phone ringing from the sofa interrupted her thoughts. Reaching over, Gabby saw that it was her mom.

“Hey Mom! Merry Christmas; Yes, I slept in front of the tree; Oh, your flight’s already here? Awesome! Lemmie get dressed, and I’ll come get you guys; Love you too. Bye.”

Mother’s House.

Ken pulled up to his mom’s house in a taxi around seven that morning. Before he was even halfway up the driveway, Helen was already running out to meet him, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Ken! Thank God you’re alright!”

“I’m fine, Mom. No worries.”

Taking his hand, she said, “Come on, Uncle Lee wants to talk to you. He’s up in your room.”

Ken climbed the stairs in relative silence, pondering what sort of conversation awaited him. Arriving at his room, he entered, closing the door behind him. Uncle Lee sat at his desk chair.

“Ken.”

“Uncle Lee.”

The two eyed each other for several seconds, the tension growing in the room.

“Mom said you want to talk to me,” Ken said, sitting on his bed.

“Yeah, I do. Ken; I was a real ass yesterday.”

“That’s not really fair;”

“No. No, it is. You were right about everything. A real man stands up for his family, lends a hand to someone being ganged up on. Truth is; I was afraid to get involved yesterday. I was afraid if I did; you’d never learn to be self-sufficient. Fact is I was a coward. Plain and simple.”

Sitting for a moment, Ken replied, “It’s alright, Uncle Lee. We’re still family, after all.”

“Glad to hear you say that,” Lee said, rising to shake his nephew’s hand. “Now, as my apology, how ‘bout you and I pay a visit to this Jason character? Make sure he knows what’s what.”

“That’s; really kind of you, Uncle Lee, but I’m not interested.”

“Not interested?”

“Jason Brown’s a fucking dumbass!” Ken said with a laugh. “He’s peaked in his life; even he knows that. It’s all downhill for him from here on out. Me? I’m going places. Hell, I’m on scholarship at MIT, aiming to go to Harvard Medical in a few years. Why should I care what a stupid jock thinks of me?”

Lee studied his face for a few moments. “There’s something different about you, Ken. You’ve got this look in your eye. ‘I don’t know where I’ll end up, but wherever it is, I’m going to be kicking ass.’ That’s what it says to me. What’s up? What did you do last night?”

Thinking of Gabby, Ken smiled and answered, “Just; took some time alone, found a bit of peace and quiet. That’s where I do my best thinking. It let me put things into perspective, figure out what’s most important to me.”

“Huh. Well whatever you did, I like the results. Still as smart as ever; but somehow more confident.”

“Thanks.”

“So what was Jason so hot about, anyhow?”

“Ah, he had seen me talking to his sister, Jacqueline. She and I had been partners a lot in school, and I stopped to chat when I saw her in the parking lot. He didn’t like that.”

“Seems like none of his fuckin’ business.”

“Yeah, but she’s just as mean as he is, deep down. She’s just really good at hiding it until the opportune moment; for her, of course,” Ken explained.

“She shot ya down in the worst possible way, eh?” Lee realized.

“Yeah,” Ken said, recalling his lowest moment from last night. “Her loss, though.”

“Damn right, it is! Come on, we got presents to open,” Lee said jovially, leading the way down the stairs.

The Gravesite.

“Come on, Tiffany. It’s this way.”

“Where are we going, Ken? What’s so important that we have to wait until tomorrow to leave for our honeymoon?”

“You’ll see. It’s just up ahead. Besides, all our patients are in good hands with Dr. Nguyen. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Always the hopeless romantic.”

Ken clutched the hand of the gorgeous redhead following him, running his finger along the rings on her left hand as they went. The pair remained careful, always watching where they stepped, as several tree roots popped up from the ground along the trail. Finally, they reached their destination.

“Here she is,” Ken said.

The couple stood in front of a headstone, simple yet beautiful in its design. Tiffany, still confused, began to read the words carved on it.

“

Gabrielle Dorothy Libertine.

February 10, 1993 to April 29, 2017.

Loving daughter, sister, and friend.

An Angel of Mercy.

“Ken; who is this?” Tiffany was confused.

“Well; I’ve told you about the night I almost killed myself. Remember how I said that there’s more to the story, but I wasn’t ready to tell you yet?”

“Of course.”

“She’s the rest of the story, Tiff. Ten years ago, to this very day, Gabby arrived at the moment I needed her most; and saved my life. If it hadn’t been for her, I wouldn’t be here today. I’d have done it. She had no skin in the game and was going to die of cancer a few months later, but she felt called to help me nonetheless.”

Turning to the headstone, he continued, “Gabby; It’s me, Ken. I did it. I did everything you said I would. Became a brain surgeon, save the lives of kids every day; and I met the love of my life. This is Tiffany Sanders, or Tiffany Dix, as of yesterday. We met at Harvard. We practice medicine together, we help people; she’s everything I’ve ever wanted. And because of everything you did for me; I made it. You saved my life, showed me what worth I had, encouraged me to find God’s purpose for my life, hell you even took my virginity. Gabby, no words could ever express my gratitude for you. All I can say is; thank you.”

Moved to tears, Tiffany collapsed to her knees, touching the letters on the headstone with her fingers. “You; saved my husband’s life? You would spend what little time you had left on Earth helping him? My God; miracles do happen, after all. I; I love him, Gabrielle. I love him with all my heart. He completes me. Ken’s always had his doubts, but I know there is a God. I know there is a Heaven. And if everything Ken said is true; that’s exactly where you are today. Please, watch over us. One day, I plan to thank you in person.”

Ken rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, comforting her. Tiffany began to rise to her feet, wrapping her husband in a long embrace. They shared a long, tender kiss, thinking of nothing but each other. At long last, they parted, their eyes locked together.

“You ready to start our life together?” Ken asked.

“Yeah; more than ever.”

 based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts for Sex Stories.