Déjà-rêvé

I was always advanced academically for my age, continually encouraged by all of my parents' words, expectations, and incentives. Thus it came to pass that financed by my parents and still a couple of months short of my 21st birthday I was travelling in Europe the summer after I graduated cum laude from the Haas School of Business University of California, Berkeley, with a B S degree, and with enough other credits to leave me just short of a second B S degree in Information Technology. I met various like travelers along the way and was enjoying myself immensely since I had already secured an excellent job at a large multinational corporation which was to start September 15. Since I was being rewarded for my academic achievements -- and also because I won the NCIFL fencing tournament in both foil and sabre in each of the three years that I attended UC Berkeley -- and due to my parents' largess I mostly stayed in actual hotels and didn't have to use hostels, train cars, or camping out, except on rare occasions.

My life made a dramatic turn when I was travelling in Poland with a guy and three girls from Brittan and France, respectively, who I had met a few days before and who I was only temporarily wandering with, when we entered the Tourist Bureau in Gdańsk. There was a young woman at the counter who -- like many Poles that I had encountered -- spoke perfect, though accented, English and greeted us with "Hi, how can I help you today?" Her name tag, just above her large left breast, read "Celina," and she was the most intriguing woman that I had ever seen in my life.

While my travelling companions chatted with Celina about Sopot Pier, the world's largest castle, Neptune's Fountain, and other interesting tourist spots I couldn't help but stare at her, hopefully without drooling. I saw her occasionally glance at me with a demure smile like she could read my mind -- which at the time seemed to be in an endless loop repeating "she looks just like Emily Ratajkowski, only impossibly even hotter."

I wasn't used to being tongue tied around women. I had more than my share of girlfriends and dalliances since I turned 18 and always seemed to charm women with my wit and loquaciousness; but now I was speechless. Just as my companions seemed to be winding up their discussion with Celina I finally regained my composure and quickly looked around for something that I could focus upon to make a good impression on Celina. It was then that I noticed the computer screen of one of her co-workers -- fortunately displaying information in English -- and I had a brainstorm.

When my companions finished and expressed the desire to go to the nearby world's largest castle I told them to go ahead but that I had some things to ask Celina and lied that I would be departing for Estonia the next day, so I hugged them "arrivederci" and wished them well.

Fortunately Celina was still at the counter with that coy smile on her face apparently expecting me to approach -- which I did.

"Hi, I'm Brad Marcum -- Celina," I said making it known that I had viewed her nametag."

"Where are you from Mr. Brad Marcum?" she asked still with that coquettish smile plastered on her face.

"I'm from California in the United States," I grinned.

"I know where California is," she laughed; "I do watch movies from Hollywood you know."

"I'm sure that you do," I chuckled and then hoped to impress her. "Like my now former companions I too am interested in attractions in your lovely city, but I'm a curious and odd individual so I couldn't help but notice the software running on your coworker's computer," I continued, pointing to the monitor on her coworker's desk.

"What's so noteworthy about that?" she inquired.

"Well,, there's another similar software that is much more efficient that would help your organization do the same things that the one you're running now does, and much more," I smiled.

"Are you a computer expert?" she asked with raised eyebrow.

"Well, an IT pseudo-expert with business acumen so I'm sure that I could help out if you're interested," I responded.

Celina smiled wider then said "Wait here a minute," and then turned and walked to an enclosed office -- with a large transparent window and open door -- about ten meters away. I could see Celina talking to a man sitting at a desk in the office, and he came out with her and approached the counter. While he certainly spoke English it wasn't nearly as good as Celina's.

"Hi, I'm Aleksy Kowalski," he introduced himself holding out his hand, which I took and shook. "Celina says that you have some comment about our software, which I must admit we are having difficulties with. Can you share some insight with us?"

"I would be happy to; perhaps you, Celina and I could meet after you close at 1700, if that is convenient, and we could discuss it. I seek no payment, but I like your beautiful city and am impressed with the wonderful way that Celina helped my former companions and would love to help you if I could."

"Are you available?" Aleksy asked as he turned toward Celina.

"Sure, to get rid of the dinosaur software that we are now using I could stay until 1800," she smiled.

So I agreed to return at 1700 and in the meantime I checked in at a mid-level hotel only a couple hundred meters from the Tourist Bureau. I changed clothes to look more presentable, ditched my backpack, and reported a few minutes before the agreed-upon time.

I was really on my game when after Celina signed onto the computer her coworker had been using I sat down and took over, occasionally stealing glances at the most alluring woman in my experience as I simultaneously talked and keyed away. After I pointed out all of the limitations of the software that they were presently using for record-keeping, reports, producing flyers and brochures, and for a number of other activities since the Tourist Bureau also performed a number of other worthwhile functions for the municipal government I asked if they wanted a one week no-cost trial version of much better software for performing those functions -- as well as many others.

With big smiles on their faces, Aleksy and Celina agreed.

I signed onto a program that I had used extensively at Berkeley that had been developed by a former student there who I had met my first year at UC Berkeley and worked for one summer. He was now in business worldwide. I pulled the trial software up on the Tourist Bureau's monitor. I quickly went through it pointing out its numerous advantages, but by then it was close to 1800 so I said "I can't show you everything today, but I'm happy to return tomorrow."

The next day was Sunday, when they normally were only open from 900 to 1200. Aleksy and Celina talked in Polish for a few minutes -- none of which I understood except when they used my name "Brad," and a few English technical words that had made it into the Polish language. Then Aleksy turned to me and said "Celina is willing to come into the office at 1200 tomorrow to work with you for a while and then on Monday we can decide what to do."

I smiled widely -- "I'd be happy to meet her then." Given the even coyer look that Celina was giving me I was getting excited."

"I need to leave," Aleksy announced after checking his watch. "Can you close up Celina?"

"Sure," she replied.

Aleksy shook my hand and then took off. After he left and I had signed off the computer I turned to Celina and asked "I need to get something to eat. Do you have a local recommendation? I'd be happy to treat you if you aren't committed to something else."

Celina's smile temporarily turned diabolical before she replied "You've been such a big help I'm afraid of alienating you if I refuse, so I accept your offer."

My heart leapt; I hoped that she didn't notice the start of a major tent of my pants before I turned to a position where it wasn't visible to her. "Great," I grinned, and then she turned off the lights and locked the door.

At dinner I tried not to look like a star-struck teenager so I made a concerted effort not to lose myself in her expressive chocolate brown eyes during dinner at the simple but extremely pleasing (in both atmosphere and food) restaurant she suggested just a few hundred meters from the Tourist Bureau. I also tried not to be distracted when she occasionally provocatively flipped her radiant long mahogany colored hair over her shoulder with a snap of her head. Despite these possible distractions I was really on my game with conversation, making sure to find out as much about her as I could without seeming too intrusive.

I couldn't believe it when I noticed -- three hours later -- that we were the last patrons left in the restaurant. I guess that time does fly when you're having fun -- and staring at the human equivalent of a goddess.

I apologized to the wait staff for keeping them, tipped 25% rather than the Polish custom of 10% getting me big grins, and then Celina and I left the building. I offered to walk her home -- which I was surprised she accepted, probably only because her apartment building was just a few hundred meters away in the opposite direction as my hotel. When we got outside her building Celina, who was only about three inches short of my six feet two inch (190 cm) height stared into my soul and with far more directness than I had ever encountered before in my life asked "Are you helping us because you're simply a magnanimous man or because you're enchanted with me?"

After she asked that she continued to stare into my soul like she expected an answer. I couldn't find words; I gulped and started sweating. After a very uncomfortable few seconds -- which seemed like an hour -- she chuckled "I thought so," kissed me on the cheek, and then turned and entered her building calling out without turning around to look at me "Thanks again for dinner and I'll see you tomorrow at 1200."

That night in my hotel room I beat my meat like a horny teenager and woke up in the early morning hours in a cold sweat after having fucked Celina senseless in my dreams.

Things moved swiftly Sunday. I had the trial software running perfectly and under my tutelage Celina played with it for about two hours before shutting off the computer and with a big smile on her face chortled "It is so much better for everything we have to do I'm certain that Aleksy will want to purchase it. You deserve a reward."

Then in a scenario that never comes about in real life, but did anyway, she asked to see my hotel room and close together (though not touching) we walked there. Once the door to my room closed we were naked in record time and I was mauling her ponderous tits while I licked her hairy pussy. I was slightly surprised that Celina didn't shave her pubic hair -- or even her armpits or legs -- but her hair was light colored and not objectionable, and is some ways it turned me on even more -- and certainly didn't dissuade me.

By the time that Celina left my hotel room about 1900 I had eaten her to three orgasms, we had fucked twice, including one time in the shower, and had made love once. I had stars in my eyes when she left, although disappointed that she demurred on spending the night. It was up until that time the best experience of my life, even though each of our three matings were with a condom.

I could go on about exactly how after the best night of my life I helped the Tourist Bureau, all the details of my interactions with Celina Wozniak (I found out her last name the first Sunday night that we stayed together), the sights I visited in Gdansk, and many other things, but they would be superfluous to this story. The bottom line was that I fell hard for twenty four year old Celina, we slept together eleven of the next thirteen nights and had a nooner the two days she didn't sleep with me in my hotel room, but we never had any public displays of affection since she told me that those were "Severely frowned upon in Poland." Strangely I was also never invited into her apartment.

I went through at least two condoms a day.

I was trying to figure out how I could convince Celina to come with me to the United States when on the fourteenth day since our first Sunday sexual interlude my life took another dramatic turn.

As Celina and I left the extremely satisfied employees of the Tourist Bureau that Monday (those employees considered me a technical genius for making their lives better by installing the new program in all of their computers, and tuning all the computers up to run more efficiently) Celina seemed preoccupied. I asked her about it and she merely smiled and said "It's nothing; although I do intend to rock your world tonight more than it's ever been rocked before," which was music to my ears.

After we showered together that night Celina gave me a kiss that would have set off the smoke detectors -- if there were any -- in the hotel she murmured "No condoms tonight; I'm on birth control, we're both clean, and I really want to rock your world."

I was not inclined to argue.

Our first copulation without a condom was so intense that I lost awareness for at least a few seconds -- and Celina for more than a minute. The rest of the night she was true to her word as I fucked her tits and ass and we made love when we woke up about 800. The 800 encounter was the most emotionally satisfying of my life -- I felt like my soul had merged with Celina's, not just my body.

After we made love and were lying side-by-side I was starting to ask her to come to the US with me when she put a finger over my lips, got a scary-sad look on her face, and then started to cry.

I kept asking her "What's wrong," while I cuddled her until about after five minutes of her water-works started she regained a semblance of control and in a halting voice said "I've fallen in love with you; but we can't be together anymore."

I was about to protest when she continued "I haven't been honest with you. I'm married. My husband is in the army and was away for six weeks of training, but he's returning Thursday."

I was gutted. I think that I went into a trance or stupor because afterward I couldn't remember anything else that Celina said. I remember seeing her lips moving but nothing else registered with me. I have a vague recollection of her getting dressed and with tears in her eyes kissing me on the cheek before she left. The next real memory that I have was checking out of the hotel about 1400 and getting onto a train that was leaving for Estonia.

Celina Wozniak broke my heart. I thought that I would never recover but a prostitute in Amsterdam partially snapped me out of my malaise and by the time that I started my job in September I was completely functional, even if still heart broken.

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About a year after I started my job, just after my 22nd birthday, I met Alexa Vanacker. She was a salesman for one of the companies that supplied my employer with goods and services. I wasn't the buyer, but I was involved in evaluating two new products that she was hawking. While I had had other dalliances since I returned from my European vacation, I still wasn't over my heartbreak courtesy of Celina Wozniak. I dreamed about meeting her again all of the time. I hadn't had my socks knocked off by anyone else. That changed when I meet Alexa.

After lunch with Alexa, my boss, and three of my coworkers the second day that I saw Alexa I approached her as she was leaving our office. Out of the view of the others and in my normally direct manner I asked "Can I treat you to dinner tonight; I have some more questions about your offerings," intentionally using the word "offerings" instead of "goods" or "services."

Alexa evoked a smile not unlike the coquettish one Celina exhibited when I first met her and replied "What offerings?"

Caught, I simply smiled and responded "You'll have to agree to a meal to find out -- you do eat dinner, don't you?"

"How do you know I'm not married or have a serious jealous boyfriend?" she chuckled.

"I don't see any rings on the fourth finger of your left hand and if you have a boyfriend I'll challenge him to a duel with sabers," I chuckled back.

Alexa laughed then said "I'll meet you at Luigi's at 7:00 p. m." -- Luigi's being a well-known restaurant only a couple of blocks from my office -- then turned and sashayed out, purposely provocatively wiggling her ass as she exited.

Like Celina, Alexa was a few years older than I was. It made absolutely no difference in the dynamic and success of our relationship. I found out that Alexa was a little "flaky," but it was a good flaky since she always kept things interesting.

She was also an animal between the sheets, and had a high libido, almost matching that of Celina (who I still occasionally dreamt about, but much less since I met Alexa).

Then came another seminal episode in my life; a friend of Alexa's who had been abroad the first few months that I had known Alexa, stationed with her Army Captain husband, came back to the U. S. Alexa had mentioned her friend in passing before but never gave me her real name -- she just called her "Kochaine." I thought it strange name, but never questioned about her. I later found out it means "darling" in Polish.

When I met "Kochaine" on a Friday night about a week after her return to the United States I had a deja rêvé experience; I had dreamed of Celina the night before and Kochaine -- whose real name was Katarzyna Williams (nee Czajkowski), apparently a common woman's given name in Polish (just like Celina is) and -- drum roll -- she looked enough like Celina to be her sister. She wasn't close enough to be an identical twin, but just short of that. She was the same height as Celina, had the same coloring, from outward appearances she had the same body, and her face was remarkably similar, only differing in the exact shape of her nose and eyes. If I didn't look at her carefully -- which I did -- I would have thought that it was Celina popping out of my dream! A didn't believe that I could have met two women who looked like Emily Ratajkowski -- only hotter -- but I had!

Needless to say this greatly disturbed me, but fortunately Alexa and Katarzyna were so busy hugging and giggling about their reunion that by the time that they finished I had enough of an opportunity to get my wits about me didn't act like a total ass -- although I was still closer to being tongue-tied than any time since I first laid eyes on Celina.

Katarzyna's husband Franklin Williams -- an Army Captain -- joined us later that evening, after I had determined that Katarzyna had a personality as attractive as her physical appearance. I found out that she was a first generation American, her parents having legally emigrated from Poland about two years before she was born.

Unfortunately, Franklin was a total asshole. While he was good-looking and reasonably intelligent he was pompous, opinionated, and sarcastic (should I tell you what I really thought of him? ha, ha).

I tried to minimize my interactions with Katarzyna not because I didn't like her, but because I liked her too much. I would never go after a woman I knew was married, let alone my girlfriend's best friend. Things were even more difficult when I was around Katarzyna because she really seemed to like me.

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Eventually my relationship with Alexa advanced because we seemed to get along very well and, as earlier indicated, she was really hot between the sheets. My only hang-up was that I had vivid dreams about Katarzyna (she had replaced Celina in my fantasies), but I finally got in touch with reality and married Alexa after we had been dating about fourteen months. Obviously Katarzyna was the matron of honor. The wedding and reception were great except for two issues.

My slow dance with the matron of honor caused me to almost bust my zipper, and sweat to form on my brow; and Franklin got drunk and was making an ass of himself. Jeff Daniels, my best man, was a really good friend and a college defensive lineman so when I heard Franklin berating Katarzyna I asked Jeff to quietly remove him from the venue -- which he expertly did.

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Married life agreed with me in many ways. There were only two persistent issues, which I did deal with but not easily.

One issue was that Alexa was much flirtier than I would have liked -- or than she was before we married. I did have to rein her in on a couple of occasions which resulted in some friction but nothing major, and I did have to head butt one drunk asshole, breaking his nose, fortunately without adverse consequence to me but widening Alexa's eyes as big as baseballs.

The second issue was that Alexa constantly kept me advised of Katarzyna's problems including her inability to get pregnant despite no physical impediments on her part, and how sometimes Franklin was demeaning -- which made me wonder why she wanted his baby to begin with. Alexa even suggested that I talk to Franklin and propose that he go in for testing to see why Katarzyna couldn't conceive. I vehemently nixed that idea in no uncertain terms.

I was pleased when about three months after complaining about Katarzyna's problems Alexa gave it a rest. Although I wasn't perceptive enough to recognize it at the time, this occurred almost simultaneously with Alexa upping up her sexual kink -- which wasn't lacking to begin with.

I was much enjoying Alexa's sexual adventurousness when she suggested a role playing session where she was a notorious spy who drugged CIA-agent me to get information, and ended up handcuffing me to our headboard, blindfolding me, and then fucking my brains out. Alexa was so excited about this particular role play -- and I have to admit it intrigued me too -- that we scheduled it for a Friday night after we went to dinner with Katarzyna and Julie, another of Alexa's good friends who was a bridesmaid at our wedding, when their husbands were out of town.

After our dinners digested, Alexa was so into her role that she could have gotten an Oscar for it if we had been filming a movie. When handcuffed to the headboard and blindfolded I pretended to wake up and berate Alexa for drugging me. Then in a perfect fake Eastern European accent Alexa started to interrogate me. I resisted until she said she'd fuck the information out of me as she mounted me cowgirl.

I wasn't sure exactly what it was -- maybe it was the role playing, maybe Alexa was at the top of her game, maybe it was being restrained, maybe it was my thoughts just before I ejaculated -- but what ensued was the most physically rewarding sexual experience of my life. Of course no couple always orgasms at the same time, and that was true of Alexa and I too, but we always made sure that the other one got off. This time, not only did we cum simultaneously but I blasted my seminal fluid into her pussy with more force, and longer, than at any other time in my life.

When I ejaculated into her Alexa had a scream more high-pitched than I had ever heard before, and she ultimately collapsed onto me. The only thing unfortunate about the experience was that a vision of Katarzyna flashed through my brain as I was cumming.

While I don't think that I passed out, I was not totally with it after my orgasm, or the three or four aftershocks that followed it. After some indeterminate period of time Alexa dismounted, and then in a hoarse version of her fake Eastern European accent "interrogated" me about what the CIA's plans were, and I pretended that I was incapable of resisting her interrogation. After a few minutes of grilling me Alexa mumbled the need for her to take a shower and left the bedroom for the bathroom.

I was in a daze for the few minutes that Alexa left to shower. When she returned she was still naked as she removed my blindfold and unlocked my handcuffs. "Wasn't that fun?" she grinned.

"Hell yeah," I grinned back, and then started sucking one of her C-cup tear-drop tits. I shortly got hard again and attacked her. She pretended to fight me off, calling me an animal. It wasn't long, though, before I overpowered her, put her on her hands and knees, and doggy-fucked her brains out, resulting in a second simultaneous orgasm of the night.

After that we fell into a deep sleep in the spoon position with me fondling her most accessible tit.

The spy scenario was so rewarding that we repeated in roughly one month later, with the same spectacular results. After that she never wanted to do it again, maintaining that it wiped her out too much. Since our sex life was otherwise rewarding, I didn't push the issue.

A few months after our last spy scenario, Alexa informed me that Katarzyna was finally pregnant. "Thank God I didn't have the talk that you suggested I have with that asshole Franklin," I snickered when she told me, getting me a playful punch in the arm.

Another problem arose soon thereafter. Katarzyna looked even more sultry pregnant than she had before. Her pregnancy also seemed to make her even friendlier than she had been too, always treating me and Alexa even better than she always had. Unfortunately, that resulted in even more unwelcome dreams and fantasies on my part, to the extent that I "affectionately" inwardly referred to Katarzyna as "the succubus."

About two months before Katarzyna was scheduled to deliver, I got a promotion with the company I worked for that I couldn't pass up. It required us moving to another city about 800 miles away, however. Since the monetary compensation was so phenomenal, since the new location was in the same metropolitan area as Alexa's parents, and since Alexa could get a sales job anywhere, we made the move.

Katarzyna and Alexa had a tearful goodbye; very disturbingly for the first time ever as Katarzyna was saying goodbye to me she kissed me on the lips. Fortunately Franklin wasn't around since he would have freaked out and I would have had to kick his ass; as it was my crotch was uncomfortable for more than a half hour afterward.

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Although Alexa is a significant part of this story, the story is really about me and my failings, expectations, fantasies, and life. Therefore I'll quickly summarize the next nine years.

Despite her expressed willingness to have at least two kids before we married, Alexa kept putting it off. After three years of that I was getting frustrated. When just as my frustration peaked I found out from one of her co-workers that she had a one-night (at least) stand with another of her co-workers on a business trip I pulled the plug on the marriage.

Alexa drew out the divorce, even enlisting the help of her parents who were people that I liked, but to no avail. We were divorced within four years of moving to our new city. Once the divorce was final I never heard any more about Katarzyna. Up until that time I know that they were in close contact, that Katarzyna had delivered a beautiful and active little girl almost exactly on her due date, and that after Franklin left the Army he became even more obnoxious.

While we were married Alexa went to visit Katarzyna three or four times. Katarzyna only came to visit us once when her daughter Vivian was two years old, and I fell in love with the little girl. That made me even more determined to have kids, and ultimately resulted (along with her one night stand) in our divorce. Unfortunately when Katarzyna came to visit she was just as hot as she had been before Vivian was born; despite her friendliness I had to keep away from body contact with her to prevent an "incident." As it was to me she was still a succubus that I couldn't resist in my dreams.

After almost nine years in my new city I got another promotion -- to CFO -- and returned to the headquarters of the Fortune 500 company that I worked for in the city where I met Alexa and where Katarzyna still lived.

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I had been back at my company's headquarters for only about two months when one Friday summer morning my secretary Gail quickly knocked on my door and slid into my office with a weird smile on her face. This activity on her part was so unusual as to be almost unprecedented. When I looked at her with what was undoubtedly a confused expression on my face she chuckled "The most precocious nine year old girl I've ever seen in my life is at my desk asking to talk to you because, according to her, you're her 'biological father.'"

I looked at my calendar to make sure that it wasn't April Fool's Day before I replied "Did someone send her as a joke?"

"I don't think so," Gail replied still with her wicked smile, "she seems very serious about it. Do you have some kids you've never told me about?"

"Very funny, Joan Rivers," I snickered -- Gail and I have a good working relationship so we don't take ourselves too seriously in our interactions. "This is intriguing enough that I have to meet this kid -- send her in, but don't eavesdrop or I'll send you to work for Arnold Winston," Arnold Winston being the only asshole in upper management.

Gail laughed, opened the door, went out, and a girl who looked tall for nine years old -- not that I really knew how tall nine year old girls typically are -- caused me to almost shit my pants when I looked into her eyes. She was a clone of Katarzyna.

Proving Gail's statement that she was precocious she confidently walked up to me while I was sitting behind my desk and hopped up onto my lap, stunning me even more. "Hi bio dad," she smiled. "I'm really happy to meet you."

I was finally able to blurt out "What makes you think that I'm your biological father?"

"Because I overheard my Mom Katarzyna telling someone after a DNA test my alleged father Franklin had done proved that I wasn't his biological child," she replied with a smile.

I found this fantastic since I had never had sex with Katarzyna -- except in my dreams, of course.

"But I never had sex with your mother so you couldn't be my daughter," I protested.

Vivian laughed. "My Mom said the situation was 'complicated' and that I was too young to understand, but I overheard her talking with her friend Alexa when I was six years old when they didn't know that I was eavesdropping, so I knew before the DNA test. I don't know exactly how, but I'm here hoping that you'll get a DNA test done to prove that you're my father. My Mom really likes you and said that you're a great guy so I thought that I'd pay you a visit since she's too afraid to."

My brain fogged up; did a nine year old actually use the word "eavesdropping," and at six years old did she really understand what Katarzyna and Alexa were talking about?

I decided that I had to pursue this further. "How did you get here?"

"My Mom has an Uber account so I just called up and had an Uber driver pick me up when she was out shopping -- I left her a note telling her I was at a friend's house so she wouldn't be worried."

"So your Mom doesn't know that you're here?"

"No; she wouldn't have wanted me to come because it's so embarrassing to her but it's important to me."

"Is your Mom still married to Franklin?"

"No, they got divorced when I was seven when he had the DNA test done. I don't miss him, but I would like to have a father so that's why I'm here."

Then she pulled a cotton swab out of the pocket of her shorts and said "I brought this to swab your cheek like they do on CSI shows on TV and hope that you'll get it tested and compared to mine."

I had Vivian get off my lap and sit on a chair next to my desk and then we had a conversation for about ten minutes about school, her friends, where she lived, what her Mom was doing for work (she had an accounting job that she did from home), etc. I ended up getting very emotional and actually hoped that I was her biological father, although I knew that it was impossible.

Finally I said "OK, Vivian, tell you what. Let's call your Mom and make sure that she knows that you're OK, and then we'll go to your house and have a talk with her."

"We live in an apartment, but sure -- that's fine with me," she smiled, and then continued "as long as you promise to have a DNA test."

"We'll see," I smiled.

I had Vivian -- out of my presence -- call her Mom from the landline in my office while I talked with my curious-as-a-cat secretary. I told Gail that I was taking Vivian back home and to have one of our limo drivers pick us up in front of the building in five minutes. I also told her to reschedule my appointments until 4:00 p. m.

When Vivian exited my office she had a concerned look on her face. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"Mom was really mad at me," she said; but then she brightened up when she continued "but when you take me home she'll feel better about things, I just know that she will."

Vivian and I had a pleasant ride in the limo to her apartment building. She was very impressed with the limo and had to inspect all of the items in the passenger area, including the phone, bar and refrigerator (she just looked at the booze, but did drink a small can of fruit juice that was in the frig), and computer. By the time that we got to her apartment I was so enamored with her that I again really wished that she was my daughter, although that was impossible since I had never had sex with Katarzyna.

I told the limo driver I'd call when I needed a ride back, since Vivian's apartment was only ten minutes from my office building.

Vivian opened her apartment door when we got to #302 in her pleasant, but far from luxurious, apartment building. When we went in and Katarzyna saw me she turned ghostly white and sat down on a couch in her living room.

"I'm so sorry," were Katarzyna's first words; clearly she was on the verge of tears.

I tried to lighten the situation. "I've had a very interesting talk with your charming daughter, Katarzyna, and she and I decided that it was time to meet. I've been in town two months and I was remiss in not trying to contact you -- you always were one of my favorite people."

That comment seemed to adversely affect Katarzyna even more. "Tell you what," I said, "it's lunchtime so let me treat you two. I saw a Potbelly Deli about a block from here on the ride over; let's walk there."

Vivian clapped her hands. "I really like their Veggie Melt sandwich," she giggled. "Please can we go, Mom?"

Although Katarzyna was reluctant, we did walk to the Potbelly Deli. I got a good look at Katarzyna as we did. Although she had worry lines on her face she was still the most stunning woman I had ever seen in my life -- on a par with Celina, who I had finally successfully purged from my psyche.

The conversation at lunch was primarily carried by Vivian and me, although Katarzyna did warm up and participate near the end; and although just picking at her food the first few minutes, Katarzyna ended up eating her entire "Cubano" sandwich. Vivian had great table manners, but also the appetite of a truck driver as she consumed one and a half Veggie Melts.

After we walked back to Katarzyna's apartment, I decided to humor Vivian so I said "Unless you have any objection Katarzyna I'd like to take Vivian to a testing lab on Monday and have our DNAs compared."

Again Katarzyna's face lost all its color and she plopped down on the same couch as before.

"Please, Mom," Vivian begged as she went over to Katarzyna and hugged her.

After a long delay Katarzyna sighed and said "OK -- but I have a busy day so you'll have to take her there and bring her home Brad."

"No problem," I replied. "How about I pick you up at eleven Monday morning, Vivian, and after our test we eat at the Potbelly Deli again."

Vivian ran up to me, gave me the tightest hug I'd ever received in my life, then pulled my face down using my tie and kissed me on the cheek. "Let me walk you to the building entrance," she entreated, grabbing my hand and once again acting like someone twice her age.

In the elevator I called for my limo. As Vivian and I talked waiting for my ride I became more and more enthralled by her. I couldn't believe that someone nine years old was so sophisticated and so much fun. I wasn't surprised when after questioning she told me that she had skipped fourth grade, and in fifth helped the teacher educate some of the less bright kids. I had agreed to the DNA test only to spend more time with her -- and maybe start a relationship with her Mom. Then she hit me with "I have a softball game at 1 p. m. tomorrow, Saturday. Can you come and watch?"

I was going to work until noon on Saturday but I didn't have anything else planned until the evening so I asked "Where is it?"

"Field #4 in Palmer Park -- you know where that is don't you?"

"I sure do," I smiled. "I'll try my best to make it."

Just then my limo pulled up. Vivian gave me another tight hug, and I left as she waved. I couldn't believe how good I felt riding back to my office; it was hard for me to understand. I guess it was because I loved kids and wished that I really was Vivian's father. I guess it would be a big let-down for Vivian when the DNA results came back, but maybe we could have a relationship anyway -- especially if I started dating her Mom.

************

I did make it to Vivian's softball game and sat next to Katarzyna and a couple of other mothers, who seemed very friendly. Katarzyna was friendly too, but more guarded and when the game ended -- a 4-2 win for Vivian's team, during which she had two hits and a nice play in the field for a team where all the other girls were 10-12 years old -- Katarzyna tried to back out of the DNA test.

"Look, what can it hurt?" I asked. "I like your daughter and she's lifted my spirits, let her have her fun."

Katarzyna seemed ready to protest some more when Vivian ran up to us, all smiles, gave me another of her patented hugs, and then gushed "Did you see my double and the run I scored, bio dad?"

"Yes, I did," I laughed.

I ended up convincing Katarzyna and two other mothers to let me take their kids for ice cream with a promise to deliver them all home.,

I had one of the nicest times in years laughing and joking with two eleven year olds and a nine year old at an old-fashioned malt shop a couple of blocks from the softball field.

Vivian directed me to both of her friend's houses and then to her apartment, gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek, and said "See you at eleven on Monday, bio-dad," as she exited the car and skipped to her building's front door.

Again, I found it strange how happy I was -- the happiest since I had divorced Alexa. Bizarre!

***************

When Vivian and I got to the lab for testing on Monday -- I drove even though my company wanted its three top officers to always use the company limos -- the technician asked for written permission from Vivian's parent in order to proceed with the test. Vivian whipped out a paper and handed it to him; he looked us over and then took us back to a room and swabbed both of our cheeks. I paid and gave the information on where to send the results (to my phone and to Katarzyna's email). We went to another Potbelly Deli for lunch, I promised to attend her game the next Saturday, and she exited my car. Before skipping to her apartment building however she chuckled and said "By the way, just so you know; the permission slip was a forgery. Mom backed out of approving the DNA test but I wasn't going to be denied." Then with a wide smile but not another word, she skipped away.

I frowned, but wasn't going to let that bit of information spoil the normal great time I had interacting with Vivian.

I did go to her next softball game and sat with Katarzyna and the same mothers again. I didn't mention anything about the DNA test, the results of which would be available the next week. I again took Vivian -- and this time three of her friends -- for ice cream to commiserate their 5-3 loss; but after the first bite or lick of ice cream everything was jovial.

After I had dropped off her friends Vivian exclaimed "You know that my Mom loves you."

"Say what?" I laughed.

"She's not good at keeping me from eavesdropping when she's on the phone with Aunt Alexa -- who I know isn't my real aunt but I call her that. Last week I heard my Mom's side of the conversation with Aunt Alexa where it seemed like my Mom was asking permission to start a relationship with you and I'm sure I heard her say 'I've always loved him.'"

"You must be mistaken," I gulped in reply.

"Don't think so; my hearing is as good as my eyesight and that's 20-20," she giggled. At that point we were in front of her building, she gave me another tight hug and kiss on the cheek, and was gone without another word.

I didn't believe what Vivian said -- I think that it was wishful thinking on her part -- so it didn't affect me. In fact, things were really humming along smoothly at work the next week, including a significant coup I pulled off in re-financing a factory, when my phone dinged Wednesday afternoon. I looked to see that I had a text from Ballston Laboratories, Inc., the DNA place. With a big smile I opened up the text -- and my smile vanished.

The introductory sentence, followed by technical mumbo-jumbo, was "The likelihood that Bradley Marcum and Vivian Williams are father and daughter is 99.99%."

Fortunately I was near a chair because I collapsed onto it. I immediately called Katarzyna. I could sense dread in her voice as she answered her cell phone. "Did you get the test results?" I snapped, without preamble.

"You weren't supposed to get tested -- I never gave my written permission which is what the lab told me they required," she responded on the verge of tears.

"I need an explanation," I snarled.

The line was quiet for a while and then Katarzyna spoke. "Vivian is spending the night Thursday with my parents. You can come over after dinner and we can talk about it -- a conversation I never thought that I'd have to have."

"See you at 8 p. m.," I replied and then terminated the call.

Needless to say I found it difficult to concentrate until Thursday night, including a disturbing dream I had Wednesday night which caused me to wake up in a cold sweat and a rock hard cock.

***********

I promised myself that I would remain calm as I knocked on door 302 at Katarzyna's apartment building at 7:58 Thursday night. She answered the door in what looked like a smock -- and with makeup on. We said polite "Hi's" and after she closed and locked her door she stared into my soul with her enchanting chocolate brown eyes and then said "Before we talk we need to do something else."

Then I had the second déjà rêvé experience of my life.

With that she pulled off her smock, the only article of clothing that she had on, exposing her voluptuous naked body with D cup conical breasts and shapely hips and shaved pubic area. The reason that it was a déjà rêvé experience is because I had dreamt almost the exact scenario when I woke up in a cold sweat Wednesday night -- and the reaction of my cock was the same -- namely BOING!

You would think that as an intelligent man of 33 years old I could have overcome my animal attraction to Katarzyna and insisted on my expected confrontation requiring an explanation for the DNA test. Unfortunately I apparently am a really weak person. Instead I returned her kiss when she approached me in her naked splendor and minutes later I was carrying her to her bedroom. Then, only minutes after that, I too was naked and trying my best to maul her tits while simultaneously sucking her clit and fingering her vagina.

That night we didn't talk about the DNA test. That night I had a virtual repeat of my last night with Celina, only this time my Polish goddess wasn't getting away from me. After our souls meshed when making love Friday morning I finally got clear-headed enough to say "You're a sex goddess Katarzyna; however, I still need that explanation."

"I know," she sighed, with a small tear forming in her left eye. "I had to have last night, though, in case you hate me after we talk."

It wasn't likely that I was going from soul-merging to hate, but I didn't know what was coming so I didn't respond verbally. Instead I lifted her up, carried her to the shower, and we cleaned all of the sweat and sexual fluids off of each other, but with no hanky-panky.

As we sat dressed at her kitchen table Katarzyna asked "Do you want some breakfast?"

"Let's talk first and then I'll decide," I replied in as pleasant a tone as I could. "Let me call my office then the floor is yours."

I told Gail to cancel all of my appointments that morning and that I'd be in during the afternoon to put out any fires, then sat with my arm's folded and said "Proceed."

Katarzyna sighed again, and then said "I'll give you the cliff notes version and if you have any questions after that I'll answer them."

I nodded my head in agreement.

After another sigh she blurted out "I've been attracted to you -- maybe even have been in love with you -- since I first laid eyes on you. You were exactly who I dreamed about in college even though I had never met you. When I found out that Franklin was sterile -- he never would go in for testing but I tested his seminal fluid without his knowledge -- I was crushed because I wanted a child so badly. When I commiserated with Alexa she had an idea."

I was shocked by this, but not as much as I might have been without my conversations with Vivian the previous weekend -- I guess she did hear what she said she did. After another sigh Katarzyna continued.

"You have to understand that Alexa and I were very close -- we even had a short sexual relationship when we were 19 to satisfy our curiosity. We had fun, but realized we were pure hetero, but it did make us even closer. Knowing my attraction for you Alexa came up with a plan for me to impregnate you."

Things were getting interesting -- but Katarzyna was starting to crack -- so I held her hands and said "I promise not to hate you regardless of what you say next."

She suppressed a tear, evoked a weak smile, and then continued. "I'm sure you remember the two times that Alexa talked you into being handcuffed to the headboard and blindfolded; well that was me who fucked you both times, in the middle of my fertile period. The first time it didn't take, the second time it did."

I was flabbergasted. I stared into space -- as far as I could tell Katarzyna was trying to count the tile squares on her kitchen floor. After a period of time that I can't accurately estimate I arose from my chair and after turning Katarzyna's chin toward me so that she had to make eye contact I responded "I don't feel like asking any questions now. I may have some later. I do need to think, but you MUST tell Vivian that I AM her bio-dad. Got it?"

Katarzyna nodded her head in assent. I released her chin and walked out of her apartment in a fog.

I did actually get some work done Friday afternoon, but didn't sleep at all Friday night.

When I got to Vivian's softball game Saturday afternoon it was obvious that Katarzyna hadn't slept either. It was also obvious that she had told Vivian the news because when Vivian saw me she immediately stopped batting practice, rushed up to me, hugged me even tighter than before, and laughed "I told you -- Dad!"

Not "bio-dad," but just plain "Dad," confirming in my mind that what I had already decided in my sleepless pervious night was the path to take.

When Katarzyna saw my good mood, she perked up too. I talked with her and the other mothers during the game and just before the last inning I turned to Joyce, the mother of one of Vivian's best friends, and asked "I know this is an imposition but could you take Vivian on an overnight tonight -- Katarzyna and I have some decisions to make.

Joyce looked at startled Katarzyna, but when she didn't object Joyce replied "Sure; Tom and I aren't doing anything tonight and Vivian is such an interesting child, we'd be happy to. After you take the kids for ice cream you can pick up some clothes for Vivian and then drop her off with Liz."

"Thanks," I smiled, "I owe you."

Katarzyna said nothing -- she just stared ahead.

The girls were giddy after their 6-1 win, and after Vivian shared the news with her friends that I was her Dad as she sat next to me while we were stuffing our faces with Rocky Road, with constant body contact. At first she was a little surprised when I told her about her overnight with Liz -- but when I whispered "I need to talk some things out with your Mom so that we can become a family," she broke into a big grin.

When we picked up an overnight bag for Vivian I told Katarzyna "After I drop her off at Joyce and Liz's house I'll be back for a talk."

"OK," she responded with apprehension.

When I returned to Katarzyna's apartment she was still apprehensive until I kissed her with enough passion to set off smoke detectors -- although thankfully then didn't actually go off.

"I need to be sure that last night was as good as I thought it was, then we need to talk," I said as we both started removing clothing.

After another love-making session that may have even topped the one Friday morning, we fell exhausted into a deep sleep. We didn't wake up until about 6:30 p. m. Then lying face-to-face I told Katarzyna my plan.

"I've always been enamored with you Katarzyna; and I've dreamt about you often. In the few weeks I've known Vivian I've come to love her with a type of love I've never had for anyone else before. My heart is bursting with joy that she really is my daughter. While I am justifiably pissed at the stunt that you and Alexa pulled, and that you could cheat on Franklin even though he was an ass and sterile, I can't argue with the result -- namely Vivian. This is what I propose."

Katarzyna kissed me quickly on the lips and then stared wide-eyed at me.

"I want you and Vivian to move in with me in the next few days and we can try living as a family for several months. If things work out as I hope I can legally adopt her -- which will be necessary since Franklin is listed on her birth certificate -- and we can make our arrangement permanent. You can keep your apartment in the meantime as backup in case you find out that you don't like me as much as you think that you do. How does that sound?"

Katarzyna never actually gave me a verbal answer but I knew her response was positive when she started sucking my cock, then mounted me, told me "Close your eyes and grip the headboard with your hands just like you did when you impregnated me ten years ago," and then rode me cowgirl with the passion of a thousand suns. I think that my orgasm was all-time; I certainly couldn't remember any that was better. Considering that she passed out for about thirty seconds I think the same could be said for her.

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Katarzyna and Vivian, who may have been the happiest person I've ever seen in my life, moved into my mini-mansion the next weekend and for the first time it felt like a home rather than just a too-extravagant building.

Things could not have been better the next six weeks; then inexplicably Katarzyna started paying homage to the porcelain god in the morning. After the third time that happened when I returned home that night Vivian was at her grandparents' house and I was met with a somber Katarzyna.

Katarzyna interrupted her quiet sobbing enough to say "I swear I didn't mean to do this Brad, but I went to my OB/GYN today and she said that I'm pregnant. It probably happened the day that we re-created Vivian's conception, but when I missed my period I thought that it was just stress from the upheaval and I actually got an IUD implanted, although that has now been removed. "I'm so sor..."

The last phrase was interrupted by me kissing her. "I want at least two more kids like Vivian," I smiled after I broke our kiss. "This just speeds things up."

The next week I started adoption proceedings, we planned a quick wedding, and then we took a family trip to Epcot Center, where none of the three of us had ever been to before.

*************

Before Katarzyna and I married, with Vivian as the maid of honor, Katarzyna insisted on a prenup to protect me in case she ever strayed (which she promised would never happen -- especially since Vivian would kill her if she did). While I wasn't concerned about it I saw no reason not to let Katarzyna salve her conscience so I went along with it.

It's now ten years after our nuptials. We do have two more kids, a boy and a girl, who I love to bits, and a dog that I usually like. It's fortunate that I have Katarzyna, my two other kids, and even the dog, since my best friend ever -- Vivian -- is now a sophomore at Princeton and I miss her badly. However, I can't complain since every night I get to go to bed with a Polish goddess -- and I'm the happiest any man has a right to be. It seems that every week I have another déjà rêvé when I dream of Katarzyna then have my dream fulfilled the next morning.

Life is good!