by B. Groves
Jessica looked around while Mark closed the screen and front door. It was simple, and sparsely decorated. She had to smile, because she had heard about bachelor pads and this was definitely it.
The top half of the walls were an off white, with brown paneling covering the bottom half of them. The couch was also an off white, and looked a little worn. There were a few lamps around, and a couple of scratched coffee tables.
A recliner sat in front of a big TV, and stereo system on one side of the room.
Jessica did notice a few pictures scattered around the place, and saw a woman who looked around fifty to be prominent in some pictures, while a younger man was in others.
Jessica peered at the pictures, noticing the bright blue eyes, and long smooth dark brown hair from the woman, while the young man was blonde with blue eyes. That had to be Mark’s mother and father. His mother had been absolutely stunning. A model, Jessica thought. Now, she knew where Mark’s got his good looks.
Jessica spied the kitchen off in another doorway, with a simple dining table located inside the kitchen. There was another doorway that looked like it led down a long hallway, and she began to blush as she thought of the bedrooms.
“Not as pretty as your parents place, but it’s home,” Mark said quietly.
Jessica gave him a funny look. “No, this place is huge, and it looks fine to me.”
Mark chuckled as he shut the door, and said, “It’s a little big.”
Jessica didn’t want to ask, but she had to know. “Was this….”
Mark smiled and said, “My mother’s? Nah. I sold her house a few months ago. It was too hard to stay there. I still have her car here.”
Jessica gave him a sympathetic look and said, “I’m sorry.”
Mark shrugged and Jessica had to swallow as his muscles almost bulged through the shirt he was wearing.
“No, it’s fine. Please make yourself at home. Did you want some coffee?”
Jessica felt relief wash over her, and said, “Yes, that would be great.”
“I do have cream and sugar,” Mark said, walking to the kitchen as Jessica took off her jacket, and scarf and put them on the chair. She set her purse down, and sat down on the couch. She tried to keep her hands from shaking, and crossed them.
“Heavy on the cream, and one sugar please,” she called out.
“You got it,” he answered.
She sat there and tried to keep from running out of the door and driving back home. She hurriedly wiped her damp palms on her jeans before Mark came back from the kitchen with her coffee.
She didn’t think she could ever be this nervous. She knew she was worse than that first night with Danny, but thankfully, she didn’t feel the need to vomit everywhere.
Mark walked back out of the kitchen, smiling as he handed Jessica the coffee. “I think you need this.”
“I do, thank you,” she said and almost jumped from her seat as her fingers brushed his.
She noticed Mark’s eyes flicker, but he didn’t show any other emotion.
He sat down on the couch beside her, and Jessica held onto the coffee cup for dear life as he turned and faced her. She still looked straight ahead, and sipped the coffee gingerly.
She finally turned her eyes to him and noticed his amused expression.
“What?”
“I didn’t get any calls, so I guess the party went good,” he commented.
Jessica laughed lightly, and felt a little more relaxed. “It did, and I have to say it was a success.”
“Good.”
“I wish you could have stayed longer,” she mentioned sincerely.
Mark sat back and stretched a little putting his cup on the side table. “Me too, but duty called.”
“Thank you for stopping by and thank you for the book, it’s one of my favorites,” Jessica said smiling.
“You’re welcome. I thought that book fits you perfectly,” he answered sincerely.
“Really? How?” Jessica was taken aback by his comment.
Mark turned and looked at her dead in the eye. “You’ve come a long way Miss Winters from when I first met you. You wouldn’t even look me in the eyes the first day we met.”
Jessica shrugged a little and looked down at her coffee for a moment in thought. “I had some help, but I am not nearly as accomplished as getting Sheriff at such a young age.”
She noticed she had slipped on the help part, and then noticed that Mark caught the remark, but seemed to ignore it. Jessica was grateful that he didn’t say anything else about her “help.”
“Thank you. I wanted to make my Mom proud,” he said, glancing over at his mother’s picture.
Jessica turned and smiled to him. “I’m sure she is.”
Mark looked back to her a little sadly, and said, “I know, but I have my moments.”
Jessica did something she never would have thought she would do in a million years. She reached out and put her hand on Mark’s cheek, which felt rough against her palm. "You are a great Sheriff.” Mark’s look changed drastically at that moment, and Jessica could not read his expression. She sucked in a breath when she finally realized the look he was giving her, and they continued to stare at each other.
“I’ve never met a girl like you, Miss Winters,” he said, softly as her hand continued to linger on his cheek.
“Really? How so?”
“You are just different,” he commented.
“In a good way, I hope,” she said softly.
Mark suddenly reached and over and took Jessica’s coffee cup from her hand. She leaned back as he placed on the table beside her.
He was practically on top of her now, and she could feel his body heat against despite her winter clothing.
He leaned back over and cupped her face, but didn’t get all the way off of her. She swallowed hard, and knew what was coming, and hoped she could handle it.
“In a very good way,” he whispered, making Jessica respond with heat suddenly rushing to the area between her legs.
She could smell his manly scent. Gun Oil? Maybe? She wasn’t quite sure, because he was practically on top of her, and was trying to keep cool. Finally, their lips touched lightly, and Jessica held them shut at first, but Mark began to gently prod them open with his.
Mark began to relax on top of her, but Jessica didn’t mind. He wasn’t that heavy and his body against hers made her respond in ways that she never even imagined with Danny.
He arms moved along her head cupping her face, and then down her sweater as their tongues met.
She closed her eyes, and moaned a little as he freed a hand, and began to gently touch her breast through the sweater.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and wondered if there was something she do with them to please him.
Suddenly, feeling embarrassed about her inexperience, Jessica stopped kissing Mark, and rolled out from underneath him onto the floor.
She sat up on her knees for a moment, and looked to see Mark’s shocked and confused look.
“I’m sorry, Mark, “ she said regretfully.
Mark got off the couch and kneeled in front of her, but Jessica could not look him in the eye.
“For what?” He asked, softly.
Jessica looked around everywhere but him, Jessica answered, “I don’t…..I mean….I’ve never……”
He took his hand, gently forcing her to look directly at him again.
“Hey, I will never force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, alright?” He said eyeing her steadily.
Jessica felt relieved, but knew she was fooling herself. As she gazed into those beautiful blue eyes she knew at that moment she made up her mind. She was now at the point of no return. This was it, and this was what she waited months for. The Spirit of the Mirror had given her so many things over the last few months, but she was proud to say that she did this on her own, but she knew The Spirit was still a big influence.
Their eyes met and they just stared for a moment not needing any more word
s as Jessica’s lips curved into a smile. If only he knew, if only he knew they thing she had done the last few months. If only he knew she was there the night Sara Miller died….
There was a part of her that wanted to confess, and no longer feeling the guilt that sometimes ate at her, but then she knew if she did that Mark would hate her, and she would never have a future.
The emotions must have been predominant on Jessica’s face, because Mark eyed her in concern.
“Are you alright?” He asked softly.
Jessica snapped back to the present, and smiled, “Yes, I’m sorry. I know you would never force me to do anything I don’t want to.”
Mark cocked his head a little and asked, “Well, then tell me what do you want to do?”
Jessica grinned making Mark smile. She took him by surprise when she kissed him again.
Chapter 33
Mark knew he was making a big mistake, and he didn’t exactly know why. He just couldn’t figure it out. Jessica was now eighteen, and even though she was still a little young for him, she had the maturity of a thirty year old. He knew he could be taking a big risk with his career; he could not help himself at that moment. He had to see her, and here she was, kissing him. He was not a perfect man, but he tried to be a good one. She was sweet, smart, and seemed to like him. Yet, there was still that nagging at the back of his mind that something was just not right with this girl.
However, as those thoughts raced through his mind, his body was telling him a different story as he responded to her body pressed against his and their lips met once again.
He decided to listen to his body this time and not his gut with this girl, which was usually a big mistake, nonetheless he forced those doubts from his mind for now. He eased Jessica into a standing position, and they let go for a moment as each tried to catch their breaths.
She smiled a little shyly at him, her lips were puffy from their kisses, and brown eyes suddenly looked huge and glazed over.
He took her by the hand, and he could feel the slight dampness in her palm. He squeezed it as they made their way to his bedroom, to let her know everything was going to be all right. He turned to look back at her as they made their way down the hallway into the main bedroom. The look she gave him confirmed that she was completely fine with what they were about to do.
“Nice bed,” she suddenly blurted out looking around the room.
He laughed slightly, and suddenly grabbed her and kissed her again. “It will look better with you in it,” he said with a slight huskiness in his voice.
She giggled and said, “At your service, Sheriff.”
He smiled and then they both began to undress each other. He was surprised when Jessica took a deep breath, and her transformation from the young, innocent virgin to a woman began to take hold.
She helped him pull her sweater off, and he placed his hands on her breasts through her bra as they began to kiss again. Her hands went right to his private area, and he moaned as she fingered his hard on from the outside of his jeans.
She then shocked him again, and unbuttoned his pants, but seemed to be having a little trouble with the zipper.
He chuckled when her face turned bright red. “I have it,” he said.
He unzipped his jeans, and his penis came out from his shorts, and fell right into her hand, and she was hesitant at first, but touched it softly. He groaned loudly, making her pull back a little doubting her abilities, but he reassured her with another kiss.
He reached his hands around her back, and unhooked her bra. Her young breasts fell right out, and her nipples were erect and very pink. He kissed her on the soft skin on her neck, then made his way down her chest, finally taking that soft succulent nipple into his mouth, and sucked on it ever so slightly. It was Jessica’s turn to moan loudly. He let go long enough to take her jeans off, and there she stood in just her underwear.
She was somewhat curvy, but he noticed her curves were becoming more toned as she played basketball at the high school. He could tell this was a body that recently lost weight.
Her skin was pale and smooth everywhere, and his eyes feasted on her breasts and down to where her underwear blocked his final destination.
She instinctively covered herself as he continued to eye her.
Her face fell a little, and she looked down. He could tell she was not experienced as a lover, and that she was probably bullied for so long she was embarrassed to be seen naked.
He walked up close to her, forcing her to look directly in his eyes. She looked like she almost wanted to cry. Finally, he leaned into her, and whispered, “You’re beautiful, and don’t ever let anyone else tell you otherwise.”
Jessica’s eyes began to tear up. “Really?”
“My hand to God,” he answered, truthfully.
She smiled brightly, and he could see a renewed confidence in her. Mark reached over and pulled her underwear aside, and lightly touching her womanhood. She moaned loudly, while he could feel her sweet wetness on his fingers as he moved them around.
He did something that took her by surprise; he took both of his hands, wrapping them around her waist lifting her against him. She realized what he was doing, and wrapped her legs around his middle area, looking down at him now with a grin plastered on her features.
She surrendered to him as he laid her on the bed, and began to take her nipple in his mouth again. He moved his mouth over her chest and across her stomach and down towards her private area. He removed her underwear and found a thatch of light brown hair.
He again found her wetness, and inserted a finger into her vagina, and with his thumb he gently rubbed her clitoris. She gasped in surprise, but then smiled from the feeling. His eyes met hers, and no words were needed. He found her hesitant to touch him, and that was fine with him. He knew she would learn eventually.
She finally found her courage, and began to trace his chest with her fingers all the while almost gasping for air from the feelings she was experiencing.
He then took his hand from her hot and wet area, and removed his underwear.
She gasped a little again, and then watched and waited to see what would happen next. He took her hand, and guided down to his penis, and showed her how to stroke it.
Her eyes widened, but she was soon stroking him so well, he thought he would come right in her hand. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head.
He knew they were both ready. He suddenly fell on top of her, and whispered, “I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes!” She almost begged him grasping his shoulders with her hands, and almost digging her nails into his skin.
He reached over to her left and in the nightstand drawer was his stash of condoms.
Jessica looked over in surprise, but realized what they needed to do.
She watched closely as Mark put the condom on.
Tossing the condom packaging aside, he leaned over her again. The tip of his penis was playing with the opening of her vagina. She groaned again and said, “I need you.”
He knew he needed to be slow with her even though it was killing him as the pressure began to spread through his genitals.
Ever so slightly he pushed inside, and it was just as he suspected. She was so hot, and so velvety, but oh so tight.
He finally was able to easily slip inside of her and stopped for a moment while she adjusted.
Her emotions were of surprise, just a slight pain, and then excitement. He could still feel her tension as she adjusted around his erection.
“Just relax, and let your fears go,” he softly ordered.
She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, and nodded to him. He could feel the tension leaving her muscles.
At first he was slow, because he could still see her in slight pain, and she cringed a little. Then she started to smile, and her pain turned to pleasure, and little sighs began to escape her lips as he moved inside of her.
His thrusts began to move harder and faster. He positioned himself so Jessica could take him
in fully, and she began to arch her back underneath him as he pushed her soft thighs further apart, and plunged deeper. Her fingers found his arms and they had them in a death grip.
She began to cry out a little, and he knew she was ready. He was kind of grateful, because he was about to explode.
She sucked in a deep breath, her eyes almost bugging out of her head, and Mark could feel the muscles in her vagina convulsing. Mark continued to thrust in and out of her. His breath was coming out quick and short.
Then, he felt the familiar pressure, and explosion as he came inside of her. All of his senses were on overload, his vision blurred, his mouth went dry, crying out while his ejaculation released.
He could not help, but grunt and groan when he was relieved.
He knew he was done after a moment, and collapsed on top of her. He felt her damp arms wrap around him in a light embrace.
He moved around a little, and finally found her face. He planted kisses everywhere and finally took her mouth into his.
She smiled gently up to him, and he knew because of him the woman was born.
…
Jessica woke up to late morning sunshine on her face. She blinked as she adjusted to the light coming into the bedroom. She was happy to wake up to a beautiful, unusually sunny day in Washington, because it matched her mood.
She gazed over at the clock, and noticed it was only after 11 AM. She didn’t remember much after they made love. All she remembered was Mark smiling as her eyes began to droop, then she had passed out feeling his muscular arms around her.
She sat up when she realized he was not in the bed with her. She blushed because she was still naked, and quickly covered herself with the sheet. She gazed around the room, and found some plain decorations, with a closet on the left, and a chair with a desk on the right.
He really needs a woman’s touch, she mused.
She noticed a pair of sweats with the Sheriff’s department insignia embroidered on it, and a t-shirt with the same insignia sitting on the desk chair. Thinking they must have been for her, she got up and stretched. She found she was a little sore in her genital area, but nothing serious. She also knew she really had to go to the bathroom.