Deporting Dominic (12 page)

“Dominic baby,” I moan
ed as he teases me slowly.  He does not respond only keeps up the teasing driving me insane. When he finally does away with my panties I am dripping wet with desire. I reach for him but he does not let me touch him. I try to protest but when his head dips between my thighs I let out a low moan. With precision he brings me to an amazing climax in a few minutes courtesy of his tongue. The sounds emanating from my mouth are low but carnal. I am ready to do whatever my future husband would like. He is moving up my stomach nipping at my pajama shirt along the way until he reaches my breasts.  The gentle love bites he gives each breast makes me grab his hair but he moves my hands. He will not let me touch him and it’s driving me insane. Dominic slips me effortlessly out of my pajama shirt tossing it to the floor. At some point he has already removed his shorts. I can feel his erection moving against me there. The sensation of which is just magnificent. I start to move with him increasing the friction until I explode once more crying out. My body feels so good tingling in all the right places and we have not even had sex yet.  Dominic sits up unexpectedly drawing me down the bed. He is back on me immediately lifting my arms above my head. I really cannot touch him now and struggle underneath him. He rubs against me there slowly as my body begs him to move faster. 

“Dominic, faster please,” I beg him desperately. He still
said nothing only moves slowly against me. I am struggling to free my hands but he is stronger than I am. When he finally enters me I am practically panting as my normal breathing has abandoned ship.  Gone is the slow tender movements replaced with incessant rhythmic pounding. My legs are shaking violently as Dominic makes me come once more. The tears are flowing down my cheeks as I fight the scream so desperate to escape my mouth.

“You are
mine. I would never let those fuckers have you Sammie. Those other girls meant nothing to me. Te quiero mucho.” Dominic hisses adding the familiar growl sounds indicating he is ready to climax.

“Come inside me baby,” I
said with breathless anticipation. Dominic releases my arms just in time for me to hold him as he does exactly what I asked him to do. His voice is loud as he comes inside me moving with blinding speed. I love this man and our lovemaking so very much.  Dominic lifts me to lie on his chest before speaking to me, “We will be married forever. This isn’t just until I get my green card Sammie. I will love you forever.”

“I love you forever Dominic.”

“None of them were ever good enough for you. I was never good enough for you until now Sammie. I can now love you the way you deserve.”

On Monday I am relieved when I enter the church’s rectory and I do not spot Dominic inside. I am hoping today is not one of the days he decides to pay a visit. Calling ahead to see if a Father was available to speak with I was told to meet with Father Foster who would explain the entire process to me.  My hands are clammy and I feel nervous about asking a Father to allow me to convert to his faith so I can marry Dominic.

Father Foster looks like an all American dad with his fatherly sweater and rounding belly. His chestnut hair is closely cut and simply styled. I immediately extend my hand unsure of the proper greeting for a c
atholic priest as I was raised in a Baptist church.

“Father Foster so very nice to meet you,” I
said nervously. 

“Nice to meet you too
Miss Gable if you could come this way to my office,” he said motioning me down a small corridor. Along the way we pass what looks like several corridors. I am surprised to see students milling around in several of them. I have been on campus for four years and never paid attention to this small but sufficient parish.  His office is slight and sparsely decorated and I take the seat in front of the desk. 

“So you’re interested in converting to Catholicism? May I ask what has brought on this decision?” He
asked folding his hands over his aforementioned belly. His voice is soothing and reassuring my comfort level increases immediately.

“I am in love Father. I want to marry the man I love. He is a Catholic and I know how much his religion means to him. I hope that does not sound silly,” I
said and for some bizarre reason I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes.  I reach for a tissue on his desk to try and catch them before they fall.

“Is this love extended towards just this man or does it also include the Heavenly Father as well?” He
asked his expression softening as I wipe away my tears.

“I love
the Lord Father. I was raised in a Baptist church and when my parents were killed during my freshman year of college it was He who gave me the strength to be strong. It was God who equipped me with the ability to raise not only my own son but also my younger siblings as my own children. It is God who brought this man to me that has become such an integral part of my life Father that I can’t see my life without him. Dominic has taught me about faith and hope, all lessons he learned under the tutelage of the Catholic Church. So to answer your question my love extends to both the Heavenly Father and to Dominic,” I respond as more tears stream down my cheeks. 

“There is a process for conversion that begins with education, baptism, and taking Holy Communion. It requires diligent study and adherence to a very stringent regimen. The process takes time and commitment Miss Gable.”

“I understand the need for diligence and I have that in spades. My concern is that faith has forced our hand putting us in a rather sticky predicament,” I said calmly without tears.

Father Foster leans forward in his seat taking a notepad from his desk drawer. 
“And what would that predicament be?” 

“Dominic and I have been best friends for four years. Recently he received news that he
could be facing deportation. The thought of him being sent back to his country unable to visit the US again has made me confront the feelings that I have for him.  Thinking that there was a chance that we might be separated we have decided to move forward with getting married. I cannot bear the thought of losing him Father. I will do whatever it takes to keep him in this country, to be a good wife to him, to be a good mother to the children we care for now, and the children I am certain that are in our future.”

“Is this love or desperation? I am concerned about the motivation for your decision Miss Gable. Is seems rather convenient that you would profess your love to him now after all this time.” 

Father Foster scribbles something on the notepad without looking down at it.

“I understand your concern and
I know this seems rather convenient to keep him in the country. However I would never come into the house of the Lord and make such wild statements. I know that I am not perfect but I am God fearing Father Foster. The truth is that I never felt worthy of his love other than in a friendship capacity. Faced with losing him I had to come clean. I love him so much Father. I want to spend the rest of my life as his wife. We do not have much time to complete this process under Arizona’s harsh immigration laws. I will do whatever it takes to show you and Dominic that my faith is strong in the Lord and in this relationship.”

“Okay
Miss Gable let me ask you some questions if you do not mind?” Father Foster said leaning back in his chair once more.  I nodded to indicate that he could ask me whatever questions he deemed fit.

“Are you and this young man sexually intimate?” He
asked without flinching.

“Father Foster we have recently become sexually intimate,” I
replied honestly.

“Do you understand that pre-marital sex is not acceptable
? I would kindly ask that the two of you remain abstinent until after your wedding.”

“I understand Father.
I will talk to Dominic about abstaining until after our wedding,” I said nerves making their appearance once more.  The feel of Dominic making love to me once again this morning after last nights argument then monumental make up sex soars through my mind. I can still feel him touching me and hear the sounds he makes when we make love driving me insane in such a great way. My impure thoughts make me feel even more like a heathen. 

“
Miss Gable if you are serious about converting your faith I will support that decision. However the church does recognize and permit mixed marriages.” The Father said decisively writing on his notepad.  I try to avert my eyes and formulate my next thoughts.

“I would like to take my husband’s faith Father Foster. If the process is lengthy then I will remain committed to the conversion process. However I guess until that time we would have to request permission to enter into a mixed marriage.” 

Father Foster and I continue our discussion, which finally ends after an hour. I am pleased with our conversation and it makes me confident about our future. Dominic’s family will hopefully appreciate the commitment I am making. Initially we will have a mixed marriage according to the Catholic Church. Father Foster will meet with both of us in the coming weeks to discuss our wedding and counsel us on our marriage. 

Cramping is the only excuse I can use to keep Dominic off me later on this evening. I feel bad as he is feeling particularly randy after such an amazing
night and morning. Our argument still weighs heavily on him and he wants to make me feel good. I reassure him that our argument is forgotten when we finally get to bed. I decide to use the cramping and hopefully my period will arrive to keep Dominic off me until I can explain further. The kids are preparing for summer camps and our household is extremely busy, lovemaking takes a temporary back seat.

With the kids preoccupied
at summer camps I began my Catholic conversion. I head to the campus ministry eager to start my tutelage.  Father Foster is in his office and we begin my lessons immediately. I am impressed by how thorough he is with his instruction. He also surprisingly lets me debate some of the topics offering me amazing insight into the Catholic thought process.  Most days I am spending four or more hours trying to absorb and learn all that I can.  I am given a few homework assignments to read and write about which makes me feel a bit giddy. I am improving my Catholic knowledge base before my new in-laws arrive.  Dominic is at the pool practicing around before his last final exam. Dominic has been so engrossed in his last two finals, which are proving to be quite tough, that my excuses go unnoticed for now.

In two days we will be graduates of the fine University of Arizona.  Dominic has
his last final tomorrow afternoon and after the intense studying he feels like it will be easy. In the morning I am beyond happy to see my period this month. It gives me an excuse to avoid sex with Dominic. Normally I am very happy to roll around in our bed while he does things to me but I have to abstain until our wedding. 

I decide to head to Hillenbrand Aquatic Center in the hopes Dominic is currently practicing. Heading east on 2
nd
Avenue I make the right turn to Campbell Avenue grateful it’s a short drive to the aquatic center, which has available parking. The campus is surprisingly empty but given most of the final exams are over it is to be expected. I leave my shoulder bag in the car so he does not see what I have been up too.  Dominic’s relatives will be here tomorrow from Phoenix, as will my other aunts and uncles for the graduation. 

When I arrive at the
indoor training pool I spot Dominic in the water so I take a seat in the bleachers.  I watch him swim several laps in his lane in a determined backstroke. His graceful moves gliding through the water look so effortless. I allow myself a few precious moments to appreciate both his form and his body. I can do so I am his fiancée or at least in our world I was. He hadn’t actually asked me yet.  When he exits the pool I watch him remove his swim cap and goggles.  Immediately he starts talking to some of the other swimmers regarding his time. Dominic talks animated to his friends before spying me in the bleachers. He quickly excuses himself walking over to me looking so sexy in his red Speedo swim trunks. 

“Hey baby is everything okay?”
Dominic asked with a panicked expression. I immediately let him know, “Everything is fine. I just wanted to see you practice while I was on campus.”

Dominic’s face relaxes as I dispel any fears he may have had.  His wet hand is on my chin pulling me in for a quick kiss. 

“You missed me already?” The smile on his face is insistent that I answer this the way he wants me too. “But of course baby. I realized I haven’t watched you practice in a long time.”

“Why did you stop watching me practice?” Dominic shoots me a quizzical look before kissing me again.

“Uh it was difficult watching you in this little Speedo and not being able to have you.” I replied with pure honesty.  Dominic tries to hide his smile but he is happy that’s the reason.

“Well I am all yours now, Speedo and everything in it. He snickers waggling his
eyebrows suggestively at me. I do the usual blushing but this time I blush all over at the thought of my naked fiancé. 

“I can’t do anything with the contents of your Speedo right now,” I huff
folding my arms angrily. 

“Oh there is something you can do.”

It was his turn to blush as I hit him playfully on his arm. Dominic took my hand helping me down from the bleachers. Introductions are made and I am practically levitating with joy that he introduced me as his girlfriend.  It was nice to meet some of the newer teammates from both the men and women’s swim teams. 

“Oh LaTonya if you are still looking for an apartment
Sam is the person you need to know,” Dominic bragged snaking an arm around my waist.

“I really need an apartment the residence halls are getting to be too much for me. Next year will be my senior year,” LaTonya
admonished, folding her arms.

“Here take my business card and give me a call later this week,” I
replied putting on my best business smile. With four guys and three girls as an audience I answer a series of questions about my company and the available properties.

“Excuse me Dominic I have the times you requested,” a
petite brunette woman interrupts the conversation.  Dominic leaves my side to walk with the woman who retrieves a clipboard. I return to my conversation providing them with as much information. Eventually the conversation shifts and we are talking animatedly about graduation and future plans.  The swimmers are excited about Olympic tryouts coming up in a few months. I do my best to give them my undivided attention as I try my hardest not to look in the direction of Dominic and brunette. As long as I have loved this man I have spent enough time being jealous. I trust him, its other women I do not trust. I give no indication that I am anything other than totally engrossed in this conversation. So convincing is my performance that I actually do become engrossed in the conversation learning some things about Olympic tryouts that I had not previously known. 

The loud giggling is what gets my attention first. I do not immediately turn my head to determine its source because I already know it’s the petite brunette. I continue the conversation until LaTonya
gives a snort of disgust in the direction of petite brunette. She tries to hide the look with a smile but it fails miserably. I turn to see the petite brunette repeatedly touch Dominic as she explains something she thinks is hilarious. Dominic listens tentatively with his arms folded across his sexy chest laughing as her story unfolds. My discomfort is obvious as LaTonya does her best to dismiss the interaction. 

“That’s Mackenzie our team captain,” LaTonya reports as if that clears up why she is frequently touching Dominic
while she speaks.  I pick up the conversation where it left off. One thousand shades of relief flood over me when Dominic summons me to his side. LaTonya gives me a “girl, go get your man” smile as I excuse myself.

“Mackenzie this is my girlfriend Samantha,” Dominic introduces. I gingerly shake her hand making pleasantries as I take my position at Dominic’s side. 

“Nice to meet you Samantha,” she smiled politely.

“You too Mackenzie,” I
replied smiling brightly. 

“Did you rent out any apartments?” Dominic
said looking down at me.

“No baby but I may have a few potential tenants. It would be nice to rent one of the bigger houses to members of the swim team.” I proclaim as my business mind starts spinning with possibilities. 

“That would be interesting and a lot simpler for some of us forced to live in the residence hall. It is difficult to have privacy and quiet there.” Mackenzie admits with a bit of a gleam in her pretty blue eyes. I do not like, I repeat, I do not like the way Dominic fidgets underneath that gleam. 

“I missed out on the opportunity to live in the residence hall. I lived at home my first semester and in my ow
n apartment my second semester.”

“Oh wow how did you manage that?” Mackenzie looks genuinely interested as she
asked this question. 

“I had a two month old son when I started.
Bryce is three and will be four next month. We moved into a bigger apartment when my parents died and I gained custody of my sister and brother,” I explained. Mackenzie’s eyes light up as she takes in the information. I am a little sad that Dominic hasn’t talked about our family.

“Wow so much to deal with and your graduating on time? Ku
dos to you Samantha.” Mackenzie’s voice is shrill as she also gives me the phoniest round of applause ever. I do my best to smile at the so-called friendly gesture. Dominic shifts uncomfortably once more and I take that as my cue to leave. That feeling of uncomfortably is transferring to me.

“Thank you. Well I just wanted to peek in on a practice babe. I am going to get going I have some work to do at home.” I
said pulling away from him as he retains his hold on my waist. He does not want to be left alone with Mackenzie. What is wrong with this situation?

“Well I am actually done. I was hoping you could walk me to my class.” He feigns disappointment as he tightens his hold on me. 

“Sure baby.” I replied giving him a glorious smile but not feeling glorious at all. My brain is inundated with questions right now. I decide to postpone those questions until he is finished with his last final exam.

“Thanks I need some good luck for this final.” Dominic gives me a rather unusually timed passionate kiss. I am lost in his lips and tongue while Mackenzie looks
on transfixed. When he releases me I am absolutely nothing but gelatin inside and out. Taking my hand Dominic leads me over to the locker room area. 

“Wait right here in this spot for me, my angel,” he
whispered against my cheek as he kisses me once more. I have no concern that his swim trunks are still damp as he presses against me. Abstinence is going to be difficult if I have to sleep next to this man.

When Dominic goes to the men’s locker room I am panting. He has such a hold on
me emotionally and physically I forget all about the issue with Mackenzie.  I clutch my chest as I try to regain my equilibrium.  Mackenzie walks past me towards the men’s locker room before she self-corrects giving a little giggle going to the ladies locker room. Abruptly she pauses then turns on her heel walking towards me. 

“
Out of curiosity how long have you and Dominic been together?” Mackenzie questions replete with insincere smile.

“No offense Mackenzie but I do not see how that’s any of your business,” I respond coolly.  My body is done with its swooning over Dominic. It is in full defense mode.

“I am sorry I wasn’t trying to pry. It’s just I have never seen Dominic so smitten before that’s all.”

“Well I am
equally as smitten with him.”

I do
not offering a damn bit of extra knowledge.

“I can see you two are really involved…” she
said with a hint of sarcasm before I rudely interrupt her.

“We are in love. I’m not a hook-up. We are in a relationship.”

When I speak I said the word relationship one syllable at a time.

“Right a relationship. It’s just we are a close knit team and I wonder why Dominic hasn’t mentioned this relationship
.” Mackenzie gives me a hard stare articulating each word.

“Well it could be the better part of discretion. If he was forthcoming in the past perhaps that hindered the progress of those relationships. This final time I guess he wanted to protect our love.”

“Wow that’s great,” she enthuses, “I mean with school, swimming, and your kids it’s a lot to keep under wraps dontcha think?”

Did this heifer just mention my kids? Oh she is ready for me to get hardcore with her.

“Wow you’re very interested in Dominic’s personal life. I have been his best friend for almost four years and you were never mentioned and I’m okay with that. Is there something I am missing?” I purposely answer her question with a question.

“Oh I am sorry I just take an interest in my team. Like I said we are very close knit,” she explains nodding her head for affect. 

“Well I guess he gave you all the information he wanted you to have then.”

My foot begins to tap with impatience at this line of questioning.
Who the hell does she think she is to question me about my relationship with Dominic?

“That does
say something for sure.” Mackenzie purses her lips as her index finger taps at her temple. She is trying to come up with an answer to her own query.

“I am guessing since I am not just another notch on his belt he wanted to make sure our relationship progressed without
outside interference. If you want I can ask him why he has been so mum on our relationship.”

“No that’s not necessary, I am sure he just wanted to keep it to himself like you said. So no one would ever know.”

Mackenzie gives a broad smile as if she has just discovered the wheel. 

“That might be true. You know what in bed tonight I will ask him,” I exclaim, “That’s if we aren’t too busy. You know what I mean.”

I give her arm a nudge before offering a high five. She does not accept my high five but gives me a look of contempt as a replacement gesture.

“My angel you ready?” Dominic interrupts snaking his hands around my waist giving me a quick kiss on the neck.

“Yes baby. Mackenzie it was nice to meet you, enlightening actually,” I smile and extend my hand. Once again she declines any physical contact with me offering a quick wave instead before stalking off.

“What was that about?” Dominic
asked in a forced voice of sincerity.

“Your inability before me to keep it in your Speedo,” I respond walking briskly away from him.  Dominic catches up to me quickly resuming his hold on me.

“Sammie please it’s not like that with Mackenzie.”

I push open the exit door letting the oppressive Arizona heat hit me in the face. I am not so keen sudde
nly on walking him to his class. I would rather walk back to my hot car. 

“Well she seems to think you should have shared our relationship with her. Even going so far as to
said you are keeping it a secret like you are ashamed,” I proclaim pouting.  Dominic redirects my steps away from the parking lot march toward Enke Drive, in the direction of his class. I want to be a big baby and change my mind on walking him to class but I do not.

“
Mackenzie is nothing to me,” he sighs not denying that they were intimate.

“So you did have sex with her
.” I am trying to contain my fury as I glower at him. Dominic reluctantly shakes his head up and down and I feel like crying.

“It was one time. She came into the men’s locker room and it just happened,” he
said defensively.
That’s why that skank pretended to walk towards the men’s locker room.

“Wow Dominic
! How about we make a list of the girls you haven’t slept with on campus. That would be a shorter list?” I demand storming off not even realizing where I am.