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Hello Alan,
Thank you for reading my story, I appreciate the remarks.

Cheers, Matt
 

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Erm...

That came out of left field...

I mean, it's cool and really adds to the character of both of them (and creates a nice mirroring of what happened with tim and beth anne a the start), and I don't always want happy endings but... damn man...:(
 

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Hello IrishBard,
Thank you for the feed back, I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Cheers, Matt
 

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DIVERGENCE CHAPTER 8

Saturday night and Tim was at Lucky’s instead of attending the wedding with Beth Anne.
Matter of fact, Tim hadn’t heard from her since the evening they spoke in Kylie’s yard.

It was through Elena’s insistence that he was at Lucky’s. Moping around the last couple of days like he was tempered with the plague had rattled Elena’s chains.

Tim was seated at the bar in a jam-packed room drinking his brew. Though realistically he was alone.

Elena deserted her friends at a table in close proximity of where sat Tim, masquerading her intentions as needing another beer but actually wanting to check up on him.

She swung Tim’s way, edging up against his body, purposely elbowing him in the ribs.

“Say, I thought we were going to play darts?” Elena crinkled her nose, “Had I known you’d be so socially dysfunctional, I would have left you with my brother and Ryan.”

Tim bestowed Elena a smart aleck gape, “Does it really matter?”

Elena indicated with a sluggish sigh, though kept smiling, “That depends if you’re into X-Men movie marathons.”

“They’re probably watching the second one right now, gorging themselves on pop corn while imaging a romantic rendezvous with Famke Janssen”, Elena added after ordering another beer.

Tim shrugged his shoulders, “I thought Ryan had a date and your brother was_.”

Elena thunderously spoke over Tim, “It was a joke!”

“I’m not in the mood”, Tim softly admitted, “But I appreciate your friendship, thanks for inviting me out.”

Elena paid for her beer and after a quick sip, shared her point of view.

“You have two options. Either you can see Beth Anne and get things back on course or move on. The choice is yours, just stop acting like a wimp, it doesn’t suit you. At least not anymore.”

Tim twisted at the waist, staring Elena point blank in the eyes, he mockingly squawked, “Thanks for the words of encouragement.”

Elena rotated her body backward, her spacious derriere against the bar, enjoying a sip before glancing at her friends.

“I could set you up with Brittany, you like them pudgy, she’s incredibly well-proportioned.”

Tim loudly cleared his throat, Elena chattered on. “She’s dressed like she’s looking for love, a might risqué but more power to her.”

“If you’re trying to cheer me up, it’s not working”, Tim retorted.

Elena took a swig and then forcefully bumped her hip into Tim, “I was trying to amuse you. Anyhow, Brittany isn’t the girl for you but I know who is. Stop being an ass and see her.”

Tim rambled on about the implausibility of winning back Beth Anne’s heart and how he didn’t want to annoy her.

Elena nodded several times as Tim exaggerated on his feelings.

Finally Elena heard enough and firmly grabbed Tim’s hand.

“Stop whining! See Beth tonight, go to that wedding and ask her to start over. Slow, easy, no commitments but with mutual respect.”

“You think it’s that easy!” Tim blurted, chugging his beer, he afterward remarked, “It’s done.”

Elena’s eyes drifted downward, though she brought them back up and delicately smiled.

“I know Beth Anne, I know you. You’re the only chance she has to find happiness with a man. Don’t ruin both your lives by being a crap-head.”

Tim finished off his beer, briefly hesitating while in thought, he then assured Elena, “You’re absolutely right, I know who’ll make me happy.”

Tim began walking away without another word said, though Elena was used to having the last word. “If your first born is a girl, you better name it after me!”

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Tim reached his destination in less than twenty-minutes, and steadily strolled to the lavish brownstone luxury home that resembled a bush league mansion.

The granite steps especially spacious, stone gargoyles at the top of the porch, the threshold illuminated by a 18th century lantern.

The front door was ajar; a few people mingling close by. Tim was waved in by a dapper young man who introduced himself as Trevor.

“I’m Tim, Vanessa told me to drop by”, Tim openly admitted.

Trevor gesture toward the back of the home, “I believe our hostess is in the kitchen.”

Tim nodded and walked to the kitchen with purpose.

On his trek he observed a small crowd of people intermingling, causally dressed but resonating an upscale eminence. For a brief moment Tim felt out of his league.

Reaching the kitchen, Tim greeted Vanessa with his eyes and idyllic smile.

Vanessa’s dark mane worn upward, accenting the aura of her enticing features while her trim figure was attired in a black bikini top and khaki shorts. Her flat tummy decorated with a tiny belly ring.

Vanessa warmly smiled back at Tim, respectfully introducing her companions, “Rachel, Olivia, this is Tim Waltz, a former Vanderbilt alumni.”

Rachel’s brunette mane curled over her shoulders, outlining her gorgeous face while her slender figure was attired in a comfortable looking pink dress while Olivia was a rather cute blond, her borderline plump body in a snazzy looking peach colored blouse and navy blue slacks.

Tim was every bit polite as a brief episode of small talk ensued.

Eventually Vanessa broke company with her friends and escorted Tim upstairs to her room.

“I imagine you wouldn’t be here if everything worked out between you and Beth”, Vanessa said with the hint of a smile, “For what it’s worth, it’s a shame but I’m glad you made it here anyway.”

Tim placed his hands in his pockets, “Yeah, I haven’t spoken to her since we broke up.”

Vanessa slowly walked to her lavish queen sized bed, “Oh, then you’re officially not an item.”

Vanessa set herself down on the bed, instructing Tim to join her by patting the mattress.

Tim exhaled, sluggishly in motion; he sat down next to Vanessa.

Shoulder to shoulder, they turned their heads, their faces inches apart, Tim uttering in doubt, “Maybe I shouldn’t have come here.”

Vanessa repositioned her body, her breasts fleetingly coming in contact with Tim’s shoulder, her hand gently placed over his knee.

“Talk it out, sweetie. Share your feelings”, Vanessa encouraged Tim with a sultry smile.

Tim softly groaned, “I really loved…love her. I thought I was set with the love of my life.”

Tim paused, Vanessa impishly running her fingers under his chin, “We all make mistakes, it happens.”

“Every since high school Beth Anne was the one, the one girl who I thought above the rest”, Tim’s voice reeking of unadulterated melancholy.

Vanessa brought her lips to Tim’s ear and she softly purred, “I’m going to help you though this.”

Tim swerved his head, their lips met, though as Vanessa laid her hands over his shoulders, the kissing ceased and Tim continued to ramble. “Beth Anne is more than just beautiful; she’s a real woman…”

“She was very pretty in high school”, Vanessa blithely interrupted Tim as she tenderly massaged his shoulders.

“Gentle, sweet, kind_.”

Vanessa’s expression curdled while Tim wholeheartedly accentuated Beth Anne’s attributes.

“You’re still head over heels in love with her”, Vanessa remarked with downcast eyes and tense grin.

Tim took Vanessa’s hand; she lifted her chin and heavily sighed.

“I have strong feelings for you as well”, Vanessa’s voice wavering between conviction and pathos, “But it’s not right for us to be together if you’re that much in love with Beth.”

“That’s true, I have to admit you’re right”, Tim replied.

Vanessa brought their interlocked hands upward and delicately rubbed the side of her face.

“You better leave now, find her, and get her to realize you belong together.”

Releasing her fingers, Vanessa laid her arms over Tim’s shoulder, squarely touching his eyes with hers, “ I’ll probably regret telling you this but of all the guys I’ve known you’re the most real of them all. This is why you need to be with Beth Anne. She’s not artificial either.”

Tim tenderly kissed Vanessa’s cheek, “Maybe in another time or another place we could have been together.”

Tim drifted to his feet, cupping Vanessa’s chin, he warmly smiled, “Thanks Vanessa, I hope once everything blows over, we can still be friends.”

“Sure”, Vanessa peeped, “I’m gonna need a break myself.”

And with that, Tim headed toward the door.
 

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Being able to find parking in Chicago on a Saturday night is always a challenge, for Tim this made his task of locating Beth Anne all the more aggravating.

The parking garage was four blocks away from the Hilton Hotel and Tower, it was almost midnight, bad enough if she would have already left the reception, but paying $27.00 for parking was absurd.

Tim made a mad rush down Wabash Street, eventually taking him to Balbo where stood the historic Chicago hotel.

Into the lobby Tim steadily approached the front desk. Scratching his head, Tim tried coming up with the name, “There’s a wedding reception here, um…”

The pretty young lady risibly smiled, “The Macintosh - Edelstein wedding is in the grand ballroom.”

Tim over anxiously bounced his fist off the desk, “That’s it!”

She happily gave Tim directions and he peeled off toward his goal.

Reaching the ballroom was easy enough, finding Beth Anne in a gigantic room in an infinite crowd of people, not so much. Tim’s eyes searched high and low, no sign of Beth Anne but he did spot a rather fetching bridesmaid and gaily advanced toward her.

“Excuse me, I’m Tim. I was supposed to be here with Beth, Beth Anne Edelstein, I’m a little late_.”

The cute moderately chubby bridesmaid looked Tim up and down before settling on his face, “A little late? The events almost over.”

Tim stood upward on his toes, scanning the crowd for Beth Anne, “Yeah, it’s a long story. You haven’t seen her, have you?”

The bridesmaid giggled, “Yeah, I have a good idea where she might be.”

Tim’s expression spoke volumes and she gestured forward into the crowd, “If she’s not over by the sweets table then she’s in the powder room.”

“Best of luck!”, Tim maladroitly uttered for reasons he quite wasn’t sure and zigzagged through the crowd in pursuit of the woman he loved.

Beth Anne wasn’t at the sweets table, though Tim helped himself to a piece of cake before moving on to the powder room.

As it went, before reaching the powder room, Tim discovered Beth Anne seated against the wall along with her female teenage cousins.

Tim paused as he took in Beth Anne’s radiant beauty.

Her auburn mane meticulously styled, accentuating her enchanting features while her full-body looked scrumptious in a lavender evening gown.

Tim clenched his teeth, ambling on over to Beth Anne like he was Clark Gable and she was the belle of the ball.

Beth Anne noticed Tim strutting toward her; she broke free of the conversation at hand and stood upward.

“People like you - me, we belong together_”, Tim began to say.

Beth Anne held her hand to her pudgy waist, “Let’s take this outside.”

Beth Anne swerved to the girls, “We’ll talk later, be good.”

One of them yelling out, “Wow, he is cute!”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” another commented just within earshot.

Tim blathered away while Beth Anne led him outside, nodding and repeatedly telling him to hold off until they had some privacy.

Once outside they crossed Michigan Avenue and slipped into Grant Park.

Tim began where he left off, “The only thing that matters to me is your happiness and if I’m able_.”

Beth Anne gently brought her fingers to Tim’s lips, and she softly told him, “Shhh, let me talk.”

“I’ve done a world of reflecting since I saw you at Kylie’s. I deeply care about you and want to be with you. But for this to work between us you need to understand a few things about me.”

“Go on”, Tim half-smiled.

Beth Anne took a step back, holding her hands to her hips, assertively informed Tim, “This is the real me. I’m a chubby woman and I’ll probably get chubbier. Remember that gown Elena helped me pick out? Notice I’m not wearing it. That’s because I outgrew it before I even had a chance to wear it.”

Tim stepped up to Beth Anne and brought his hands to her cushy upper arms, “There’s not another woman I know that‘s as attractive as you.”

“I haven’t finished”, Beth Anne answered back, Tim patiently nodded.

“I’m not the type who’s into trendy clothes and fussing about my appearance. Sweats and comfortable dresses are my style. An entertaining evening for me is watching a good movie and eating pizza, not gallivanting to overpriced dance clubs and fancy parties.”

“I’m aboard, I’ll take you as is”, Tim boldly smiled.

Beth Anne brushed her fingers against Tim’s cheek, “I like video games and comic book conventions, but I also like to cook and enjoy philosophical discussions late into the night.”

Beth Anne smiled as she wrapped her arms around Tim’s neck, “and I will make you very happy.”

A brief embrace ensued along with a cracker-jack of a kiss.

Beth Anne firmly twisted Tim’s hand, “My parents are staying in Chicago over night. I want you to come home with me, it’s important that you see me naked, and then_.”

Beth Anne brilliantly smiled, “I want you to make love to me.”

Other than a nervous sigh, Tim was speechless.

Tim swiftly ambled to the parking garage, Beth Anne wandered back into the Hilton to briefly say goodnight to various family members.

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“Just move the comic books off my bed”, Beth Anne cheerily told Tim as they entered her cozy bedroom.

“Many an amorous night began with those same words”, Tim humorously stated.

Beth Anne giggled, “Smart-ass, now help me out of this stupid dress.”

Beth Anne whirled around, Tim’s hand unto her shoulder as he proficiently unzipped the back, “It really is a nice gown.”

“It’s on loan from my aunt”, Beth Anne snickered, and “I think I stretched it.”

Beth Anne held the material against her bust, partially swerving to convene her face with Tim’s, “Take a seat on the bed, I need you to see me, all of me.”

Tim laughed, “You keep bossing me around, this won’t be much of a relationship.”

Tim pulled off his shoes, the bed thunderously squeaking as he hopped upon it.

Beth Anne stood with her backside to Tim as she removed the dress in slow motion, spun around and then leisurely wobbled to him.

Beth Anne’s bra sufficiently cradled her lovely rack, her waist high granny style panties depicting the fullness of her bulbous belly, her swollen milky white thighs nudging together.

Tim began unbuttoning his shirt, “You’re more beautiful than I possibly imagined.”

Beth Anne gestured with her finger to hold on, then proceed to wiggle her panties pass her huge thighs, subsequently removing her bra, her ample breasts wilting just a tad.

SMACK!

Beth Anne slapped her portly belly.

“This is all of me!” Beth Anne mischievously giggled.“Get used to it; I won’t be getting any smaller.”

Tim stood up, his fingers tenderly exploring Beth Anne’s belly and waist, their eyes locking, as did their lips.

“Hadn’t you better get undressed”, Beth Anne whispered at one point.

Tim didn’t need any further encouragement.

Beth Anne let down her hair and removed her glasses, “Can you guess my weight?”

Tim bashfully smiled, “I’d rather not go there.”

The mattress squeaked as Beth Anne crawled into bed, her corpulent bubble butt quivering in motion.

“I’m around 220-pounds”, Beth Anne grinned, “Maybe a little bit more.”

“You mean more to love”, Tim chivalrously responded.

Tim held Beth Anne securely against his body, a brief kiss, Tim then sighed, “I need to tell you, Beth. I’ve never done this before.”

Beth Anne giggled, “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Tim’s jaw dropped, “You..have!”

“Didn’t you know? I’m a regular harlot!” Beth Anne then boisterously squeaked, “I’m kidding!”

Tim sighed in relief, “But I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“How’s that possible”, Beth Anne contentedly smiled, “When you’re with the one you love, it’s never disappointing.”

(Continued in post 52 on page 3 of this thread)
 

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Hello Alan,
I'm pleased you're enjoying the story but I've another scene to be posted this week.

Cheers, Matt
 

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been a lurker here for years now, but you did it. You made me delurk and god knows, I'm very lazy, when it comes to post in forums.

But this is most likely the most awesome WG-Story I've ever read and will ever read. I so hope it's not finished yet :D

I'm not lying, I check every single day for an update to this story.
 

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Hello Tad,
Glad you're enjoying the story. The epilogue will be posted shortly.
Cheers, Matt
 

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Hello Winndich,
I sincerely appreciate your kind words, I'm greatly flattered.
Though the story is about to reach it's conclusion, I have two other romantically inspired WG stories that I'm planning to write in the future.

Cheers, Matt
 

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DIVERGENCE EPILOGUE

…….Some years later ………

Tim arrived home from his day at work, toting a briefcase and looking rather lighthearted despite putting in an extra two hours at the office.

Setting the briefcase down on the table within the entrance of the comfortable townhouse he shared with Beth Anne and their four children, he then ambled to the kitchen.

Tim rested his shoulder up against the doorway, spying upon the love of his life as she hovered over the stove. He silently observed her at work, a wide smile planted over his face.

Beth Anne’s auburn mane appearing windswept, brushing her shoulders, outlining her adorable features. A red hue plastered over her chubby cheeks, fashionable eyewear decorating her face, and her double chin supplementing the splendor of her cute appearance.

Beth Anne’s weight had increased to a solid 290-pounds, though her movement and personality depicted an energetic woman full of enthusiasm and bliss.

The purple hooded T-shirt broadcast her voluptuous cleavage that slid a tad downward and the spherical shape of her big belly while the dark blue sweatpants emphasized the voluminous girth of her hindquarters and absolute thickness of her beefy thighs.

Tim quietly stepped into the kitchen, Beth Anne instinctively whirling around.

Beth Anne’s cheerful giggle corresponded with her smile, “Well now, home on schedule, I admire a man who doesn’t keep his woman waiting.”

Tim loosen his tie, “Where are the kids?”

Beth Anne roguishly grinned, “I put ‘em to bed early”, she then pointed at Tim, “remember the third Friday of every month is our night.”

“I know”, Tim cracked an ardent smile. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Wash up then and get ready”, Beth Anne chuckled, “I’ll have the candles lit and the lasagna on the table!”

“After dinner we’ll watch the first Spiderman movie”, Beth Anne added.

“Italian food and Spiderman, looks like somebody is in the mood for making love”, Tim intrepidly replied.

Beth Anne puffed up her pudgy cheeks and purred, “You know it.”

Tim washed up, changing into a T-shirt and sweatpants before journeying into the dinning room where Beth Anne welcomed him with a kiss as she handed him a glass of champagne.

Clinking the glasses together, hoisting them upward in silent acknowledgement, amorously smiling.

“Gonna put on something sexy?”, Tim asked.

Beth Anne looked into Tim’s face, glistening embers in her eyes, “I’m already in something sexy.”

Tim lightly chuckled, “Yeah, right.”

Beth Anne sipped the champagne then waddled over to the dining room table, Tim right behind her.

“Oh Tim”, Beth Anne hummed while cutting out a heaping wedge of lasagna, “In the mail today we got invitations for our high school reunion!”

Tim squinted at Beth Anne, gesturing with a curious smirk, “You don’t really want to go? I mean, social gatherings aren’t exactly your kind of thing.”

Beth Anne animatedly bounced in her seat, “You kidding!”

“I want everyone to see how successful I’ve become”, Beth Anne happily smiled, “I’ve succeeded with all my goals.”

Tim lovingly gazed over at Beth Anne, “And so have I.”

FINIS
 

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awww. Too bad it's already finished, but it's a beautiful ending. Really looking forward to your announced next story. I'm sure it will be great :)
 

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