by Jean Baker
He riffled through the photographs, knowing what he’d find. “Wow, no wonder I made you uneasy. I hope you’ll tell me about this guy.”
She relaxed and took a bite of her sandwich. When she spread her lips for the burger, he felt his slacks tighten. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He watched as she swallowed and licked her lips. His pulse increased. A drip of mustard hung from her bottom lip, and before thinking, he wiped it away with his finger and popped it in his mouth. Surprise crossed her face, and then she smiled. “You aren’t Jack.”
The smile shot through his body and heated his cock. Her full, plush lips were all he could see. Good God, did all males react this way? He never had. Peculiar. Uncomfortable and his pulse raced.
Diana finished her snack and pushed the plate aside. She propped her elbows on the table, her chin on her hands, and her brows lifted. Soft hair caressed her cheeks as she leaned forward. Her lips moved but he heard nothing. His ears were ringing and he felt a little faint. White creamy breasts pushed together forming a deep crevasse and two incredible mounds rose above the neckline of her blouse. He wanted to dive into her blouse and hold those lovely things against his face. The thought drove blood to his face.
She chuckled. “You didn’t hear me, did you? I said I’ve never seen a man blush like you do before.”
He clenched his eyes and tried to control his body. When taking this job, he didn’t expect these strange, bodily reactions. Panicked, he shoved his cock aside, jumped from the booth, and almost ran from the café.
The wide-eyed waitress came to Diana’s side, still staring at the door. “What happened to your friend? Did you see what I saw?” She shook her head and held a meal ticket up. “I can’t believe he left without paying his bill. After that experience, I’m happy to pay it.”
Diana gripped the woman’s wrist to steady her. “What experience? What did you see?”
“Halfway to the door, he began glowing like a lantern and grew brighter as he stepped outside. I could swear he had beautiful, white wings just as he disappeared into a blaze of light.” Face white, she dropped into the seat. “I’m going coo-coo.”
“I’ll take care of the bill. It seems, he’s my problem.” Diana looked around the café. “Please sit with me for a minute; the place is empty of customers. Tell me what he looked like.”
“You sat across from him for thirty minutes. Are you blind?”
“Humor me—pretend I am.”
The server snorted. “Gorgeous. The best-looking hunk I’ve ever laid eyes on: dark brown hair, sexy big blue eyes, olive complexion, and a smile to die for. Did you notice his muscles?” She laughed and said, “I think you got him a little hot and bothered.”
Scrambling around in her oversized bag, she glanced up at the waitress’ name tag. “I might need to see you again, Lura, to confirm what happened here. Is that okay?” She pressed a twenty into her hands.
Both arose, thanking one another, and Diana left. Walking away from the café in slow, measured steps, hoping she appeared casual. Her mind spun like a gerbil wheel. I know I did not give him my name. She knew no one could possibly be an exact copy of Jack—God forbid. But, that’s what I saw—this time close and personal. Clancy looked like Jack, but his persona felt different. How is it Lura saw a different person? All of it boggled her mind, but Lura’s description shocked her the most.
The headache returned with a vengeance. I must see a doctor as mother suggested. Should it be a regular physician or a psychiatrist? Were the momentary sights of Jack and the face-to-face with Clancy a symptom of some mental illness? Or maybe the nightly dream of a beautiful man sitting by her bed caused it. She wanted him with a driving need to her core that would awaken her. The very man Lura described, and he always left in a blazing light after she reached for him. Sexual frustration alone from those dreams might be causing the headaches. Maybe I only need to get laid. Inwardly, she sniggered at her thought. If she had been a sex addict before, Jack’s last attack cured her for all time.
Locking up the townhouse before throwing her bag and keys on the tiny entryway table, Diana kicked off her heels and ran up the stairs. In the bedroom, she removed her dress and threw it across the bed. She glanced around satisfied not one object in the room reminded her it had once been shared with Jack. Why the cushion in the bedside chair kept flattening mystified her. It seemed every day, she had to fluff it into shape. In her panties and bra, she slipped on a man’s oversized dress shirt that covered to halfway her thighs. Walking to the end of the upstairs hallway, she opened a door and took two steps up to the space that had compelled her to buy the Brownstone. The scent of oil paints and turps filled her with pleasure. Here she found meaning to life.
On a tall easel, a large canvas stared back at her—the latest of her efforts to catch the likeness of her night visitor. The face reminded her of Jack, but she painted the nude body as male perfection. Stunned, she realized, somehow her mind blended Jack and the night visitor’s appearance. Her mother was right; she needed a psychiatrist. Dipping a large brush in black paint, she squinted her eyes and covered the red hair. Eyes open, she nodded, selected a touch of brown and covered the blue of his eyes. For an hour, she intently adjusted the planes of the nose and created softer lips.
Stepping back a few feet, she stared at the unfinished portrait. Something moved behind her. She spun around. Nothing except a trace of . . . what? What? She rubbed her nose, trying to identify the fragrance in the breeze stirring across her face. Diana shrugged and turned to her canvas. Although almost right, she remained dissatisfied. I need to see him once more to get this right. After cleaning her brushes, she turned to leave and saw a large white feather on the floor.
Back in her bedroom, she placed the feather in a small bud vase with others she had found. She held her nose to the vase—the same fragrance she smelled before. Lura’s remarks came to her and she grinned. Maybe she had an angel admirer. Maybe Big Bird. She laughed aloud. Nope, the feathers are white.
After a long, hot shower, she reached for her standard tee-shirt bed wear. Ready to crawl between the covers, she said, “Hell, no. If my visitor is real, he obviously has no intention of hurting me. Let’s see if I can shock him into staying.” She threw the shirt across the bed to join her neglected dress. Scooting under the covers naked, her foolishness hit her. “Girl, Lura isn’t the only one who’s coo-coo.” Sleep soon overtook her.
The Big Guy needed to upgrade the services of the transfer department, Clancy thought. I should have received better instructions before given this job. For two months, he had wandered around town trying to figure out the fundamentals of living on this crazy world. They might have at least given him information about how his body would respond to women and what in hell to do about it. All he knew before leaving his home, he had to save Jack’s soul. He must make the wife left behind so happy she would release her husband from the hate and rage holding him bound.
Watching her every night had been the most pleasurable part of learning about her. Most times she slept like a beautiful doll, her face reflecting thoughts moving peacefully through clouds of memory and art. Then she would become restless, moaning and rubbing her body as if desperately hungry. She emitted a scent of something he couldn’t identify, but made his own body respond. Almost waking, her arms reached for him, and he would panic and flash away.
He spent his past time primarily watching movies and gathered a general idea of what happened at the coffee shop; however, the intense reaction of his body shocked him. Today he’d managed the courage to speak with her for the first time. Using Jack’s appearance had been a terrible mistake. He thought she’d be comfortable with a familiar look as opposed to his features, which he had never seen and imagined were not the best to be had. Somehow, her subconscious had something entirely different in mind as shown by the painting.
Tonight would be different. For the first time, he’d gone into her studio and the only time he almost took her in his arms. Thinking about it made him hard. Dea
r Big Guy, please let her want me and help me do things right to make her happy.
After leaving the studio, he entered the bedroom and dropped into the armless chair he always sat in on the far side of the bed. The excitement roaring through his body made it difficult to hold himself transparent. Once her breathing became even, he relaxed and became opaque.
Later, Diana became restless and threw the covers off. Her hand slid down her belly and rested on the curly brown mound. What held Clancy’s attention were her breasts and the tension in his manhood became painful. He licked a finger and slid it over the pink nubbin and watched in fascination as it stood up. Taking a lesson from the movies, he leaned over and kissed it. Sensing her straining toward him, he sucked and his cock pulsated in desperate need.
Suddenly, his neck became locked in her elbow, and a hand encapsulated his balls with enough tension he felt afraid to move. Leaning over and off balance, it took only one sudden movement to fling him across her body onto the bed beside her. His cock went limp. She straddled his waist and reached to turn on the bedside lamp. “Who are you? Do you know I could have you put in jail? Every night, you’ve made me think I had gone crazy.”
“It’s my job to know you. I’m supposed to make you happy. We talked today at the café.”
“I talked with a man that looked exactly like my dead husband. And, he ran away just when I started to get interested.”
“Watch my face.” He imagined Jack and his face became Jack’s.
Diana shrieked and beat his chest with her fists. “Stop! Stop, that’s horrible.”
“I’m so sorry. I thought you’d like it.” His real face returned and he pointed toward his cock. “My thing acted up while we sat together. I couldn’t control it, so I ran.”
One corner of her mouth curled up. “All those nights you were here, did it act up? Should I have been afraid?”
“It didn’t do the jump-up business until I saw your mother things at lunch. They are wonderful. You like for them to be kissed, don’t you?”
She leaned forward, placed her hands on each side of his face, and swung the melon-size globes across his face. “Yes, I do.” She giggled. “You behave as if you’ve never had sex before. Did you come from Mars?”
“I came farther. I never experienced sex. Will you teach me?” He cupped her breasts in his hands and suckled from one to the other. His manhood came alive and crawled up her buttocks.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Diana had a thousand questions, but her body had lain dormant since Jack died and now, at this moment, a gorgeous man lay under her. Although a weird situation, she felt safe with this guy from space. Besides he possessed a feel of purity about him, and innocence, certainly worth training. He took to her breasts with uncurtailed enthusiasm, and they hadn’t even kissed. The way his cock performed, they might never get to kissing.
She reached behind her body and stroked his pulsating member.
He blinked, released her breast and smiled. “These wonderful mother things cause my thing to go wild. Is that okay?”
Taking his hand, she pulled it to her gushing pussy. “That’s what it’s doing to me and it’s really okay.” Sliding back onto his cock and lifting up to watch, she pushed his member down and rubbed it between her petals of ravening need. As the bulbous end of his cock met her opening, squatting over him, she dropped her body in small jerky movements until he cried out.
His spine arched and he clutched her hips. Eyes rolled back, he screamed, “You are killing me.” His body seemed to glow.
She rolled her hips and bounced. Flinging her head back, she began wailing. In less than a minute, her spasmodic cunt sucked his cock in desperation. It seemed her whole body convulsed. Lights sparkled behind her eyes and she came, clamping hard on his pulsating rod which spurted his seed deep into her hungry center. Collapsing onto his chest, she struggled to breath. Damn, that was quick. His heart pounded against her face. Something soft and fluffy swept down her back causing her to tingle. She looked over her shoulder and wondered what he had done.
Clancy’s breath evened out before hers. He nuzzled her hair and whispered, “If I didn’t hurt you, can we do it again?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Chuckling, she gripped his ass with her legs to keep things in place and rolled over. With him on top of her, his cock, already half-hard, turned to steel. He looked down into her eyes and waited. “Alright, sweetheart, lift your weight with your hands or elbows and let’s see just how long we can last.” She tightened her legs around his ass and slammed him deep into her begging cunt.
Pumping, his butt hit a staccato rhythm making her needier, so she lifted her ass gradually as he continued the wild movements until it became necessary for him to rise to his knees. His eyes widened and he groaned in pleasure. With a hand gripping either side of her hips, he stopped pumping for an instant and then slammed her onto his cock. Within seconds, he threw his head back and roared. A flash of light filled the room. His violent pulsations brought her to screaming completion.
My God, I’m done for—I’ve met the best fucking man in the world. Before the thought found speech, he pulled her onto his lap as he sat on his knees. He hugged her until she couldn’t breathe and dropped his face in her neck. She wiggled and he loosened his grip. His body shook and his tears ran over her breasts. “I feel so—I feel so alive. Diana, tell me, is this love?”
She felt her lips tremble as she smoothed her hand through his damp hair. Was it? Running kisses down his face and licking away his tears, she spoke all she could manage. “It sure feels like it. I certainly love what we did.”
“It makes you happy?”
“Oh, yeah.”
His raging cock sputtered back to life and she tried to control her pussy from responding like Pavlov’s famous dog. “You dear, dear man, we need to rest a while. Maybe shower and eat. I’m starving.”
“Oookay.” The sweetest smile she’d ever seen followed his reluctant reply. “Can I wash you? I want to bathe every sweet inch of your body.”
“You bet.” She pointed down where their bodies were still locked in pulsating heat.
He grinned, lifted her from his body in one graceful swoop, and set her feet on the floor. She moved to her large bathroom, walked to the tub, squirted a measure of bubble bath, and turned on the water. As she leaned over, his hands gently stroked her ass. Turning around, she sat on the edge of the tub, her face within inches of his cock. He stepped back and glanced down. “I’m sorry, it’s going away.”
Smiling up at him, she said, “Not to worry, I’ll fix it.” This man is obviously mentally handicapped, and I need to find where he’s supposed to be. Taking his dick in her mouth, she thought, not for a couple of days. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped an arm around his upper thighs and cupped his balls in her hand. His body responded immediately, but then he pulled back.
“That’s wrong!” His hands held the sides of her head, and he dropped to his knees, touching his nose against hers. “You must not kneel to me.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders and rubbed her cheek against his. “You sweet, sweet man, I’m not worshipping you, this is just another way to love you.”
His eyes wide, with trembling lips, he said, “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure, but maybe we can do that later. Come. Let’s bathe.” She stepped into the tub and cut the water off. He followed and they slipped beneath the bubbles. Her knees lay across his thighs.
“This is a good thing, Diana.” He scooped up some bubbles and covered the tops of her breasts. His laugh almost sounded like a boyish giggle. “These mother things are especially good things.”
“Clancy, I’m not a mother, I do not have a baby, so these cannot just be mother things. Call them breasts. Tell me, why don’t you know these things.”
“I told you I came from a long way, and you must teach me. You taught me the fucking thing really well. Until you teach me the right thing to say, I’ll just say what they seem to me. Your brea
sts make me hungry to suck on them. Can I be your baby?”
Diana dropped her head and busily soaped a sponge, trying not to laugh. She held her breath and gently washed his face, making sure to get behind his ears. “Which would you rather be, my lover or my baby? If you want to be mothered, you can’t be fucking me.”
He frowned. “You didn’t stop me before.”
“That’s because we were loving each other.”
His eyes brightened. “So, the poor baby can only do one thing, but a lover can do everything?”
In spite of her best efforts, she burst out in laughter. “Clancy, I thought you wanted to bathe me.”
“I’ve got all your front, except this.” His hand cupped her crotch. “I want to see it in this light and figure out why it makes me feel so good. I’ll reach around to soap your back, and then we must stand.”
Diana opened the drain and started the shower to spray away the bubbles still clinging to their bodies. She held her head back under the water and reached for shampoo. Once a thick lather covered her hair, Clancy took over, carefully kneading her scalp. They traded places. “Is this love, Diana?”
“Not necessarily, but again, I must say that you make it feel very loving. Turn around and let me scrub your back.” He hesitated for a second, and she thought he might not want her to finish bathing him, but then he relented. As she lathered his back, her hands slid down two deep indentions where his shoulder blades should be. That’s odd. “Let’s get out—I’m starving, and you have a very special love lesson coming up.”
“Okay, but I want to see between your legs first.”
“Oh God, what am I in for?” But she turned off the water and propped one foot on the side of the tub.
He leaned over, peered up between her thighs, and grunted. “I want you to lie down.”
“This is ridiculous. Let’s go to the bed.” It had become embarrassing and awkward for her.