Janie lifted her hips up until only the head of his cock was inside her, then brought herself down in one swift motion.
A tingling started in his toes.
She did it again.
"Cum for me!"
Again.
She raised her self up one more time then threw her head back as she dropped on to his cock.
The room started to spin.
Jason's orgasm left a flood of cum inside his lover as his cock pulsed and pulsed.
Janie collapsed into his arms, her hips still moving, each pass a little shorter than the last.
Blood pounded through his veins. He felt faint.
"I love you."
And then he passed out.
* * *
Jason's eyes fluttered open. Janie's weight was pressing down on his hips.
His cock was still inside her as she rode him.
Her hands clutched at her breasts, pinching the nipples indulgently.
A contented smile was on her lips.
She was so beautiful.
He could see her biting her lip as his semi-flaccid cock hardened at the sight of his lover.
The woman to whom he had given his virginity. A woman who was in high school when he was born. The woman who had stolen his heart.
Janie took a deep breath. As she exhaled, she shuddered and collapsed on to him, her head resting on his chest.
He raised his arms feebly and held her close, their naked bodies warming one another.
Jason would have been content to lay there all night. Her hair tickled his chest. His cock was still nestled inside the soaked confines of her pussy.
"Don't move," she whispered. "Just hold me."
Kissing the top of her head, Jason wrapped his arms around her, savoring the feel of his lover.
It wasn't until his spent cock slipped out of her that either of them spoke.
"How was it?"
"You were . . .wonderful," Jason replied. "I . . . I love you."
Janie raised her head, and looked into his eyes. Her smile was warm. And bittersweet. And knowing.
"You don't have to say that just because we made love, Jason," she said.
"But I do," he stammered.
"No, you don't," she put her finger to his lips to keep him from saying more. "You might . . . one day. But today . . . today we're lovers. Don't get me wrong. I like you, Jason. I have wanted you for a long time. And I can see myself falling for you. A part of me already has . . ."
She looked away as her voice trailed off.
"I don't want to be a hook-up for you," she continued. "And I don't want to use you, either. But we're a long way from being in love."
"Why?" Jason asked softly.
"Because you're eighteen and I'm thirty-three. Because I've got two kids, an ex-husband and enough baggage to fill an airport carousel." She looked him in the eyes. "Because you've got your whole life ahead of you, and eighteen is way too young for you to settle down with someone like me."
"I don't want someone like you," Jason said, unable to keep the twinge of anger and hurt out of his voice. "I want you."
"I know you do," she looked way again. "And that's why I feel like I'm using you. For my own wants. I want you, Jason. I want every inch of your handsome body. I love the way you look at me. The way you touch me . . . the way you hold me . . ."
"Then what's the problem?" he asked.
"What will I do when you get tired of me?" The fear in her voice was nearly overpowering. She started to shake and Jason pulled her close.
"I will never get tired of you," he vowed.
"You're only saying that because you were just inside me."
"So you're just using me for the sex? Because if you are, I'm okay with that," Jason tried to inject a little bit of humour into the otherwise maudlin conversation.
"When you put it that way . . ." Janie leaned in and kissed him gently. "I know that since you were sixteen, you have treated me better than any man in the world. When you entered me, I felt . . . I felt young again."
"So what—?"
"Not now," she stopped him again. "Jason, I don't expect you to understand, and I wouldn't blame you if you hated me . . . but I don't want to think about 'us' or about the future or about anything other than being in this moment. Right now . . . just like this."
"Okay," he replied, unsure of how to respond. "What do you mean?"
"Jason, from the time we got out of class until the moment we began to make love, what were you thinking?"
An awkward silence fell over the pair.
"About how beautiful you are." Jason's voice was so soft to almost be inaudible.
"You're full of shit," Janie pulled back and looked him in the eyes again. "You were thinking about the handjob I gave you on Friday night and the blowjob you got on Sunday."
He blushed, but she was right.
"When I invited you over here, did you think to make any preparations?"
"What do you mean?"
"Did you put a condom on before you entered me?"
Jason's eyes darted around, panicking. His heart rate shot through the roof.
"Oh, my god! Can you . . . um, can we . . . did you . . ."
Janie only giggled, and stroked his hair to calm him. "No, we didn't just make a baby tonight. I've got an IUD in. But did you think that I might have herpes or HIV or something?"
"No," he said softly.
"Jason, look at me," Janie drew his eyes up to hers. "You're thinking with your balls, and that's okay. You're eighteen, and that's what you guys do. That's how I know you only think you love me. And that's why I feel like I robbed the cradle tonight."
"So what are we doing?"
"If you want to leave right now and be pissed off at me . . . well, I wouldn't blame you. If you want to be with me, then we can fuck day and night when my kids aren't here. " There was fear in her eyes again. "Either way, I've destroyed our friendship."
"No, you haven't," Jason took a deep breath, growing up a little bit more as he spoke the words. "I had a choice, too, Janie. I came over here. I made love to you. I'm still here, even though you're trying to push me away. Don't give me that look; you're trying to give me an excuse to bail. I don't know what's in the future for us, but I want more than just being your fuck date. And the only way you're going to destroy our friendship is for you to kick me out right now and never speak to me again."
Janie tried to formulate a response, but no words came. Instead, she lay down next to Jason, falling into the comfort of his arms.
They held one another for a long time, each lost to their thoughts. Jason absently ran his fingertips over the soft skin of her shoulders.
Suddenly, Janie erupted into giggling. "You smell like sweaty sparring pads!"
Jason dug his fingers in her ribs and found out that she was ticklish.
"Then we'd better get cleaned up!"
"Why? You're just going to make me dirty again!"
She gave out a surprised yelp as he swung his legs off the bed and scooped her up in his strong arms with one motion.
"You're damn right I am!"
With that, he carried her into the bathroom and began a nice, hot bath. After soaking in the tub, they dried off and didn't bother to dress.
Returning to the bed, they made love again. And again. And again. Until neither of them could move.
* * *
At first, he thought it was a dream.
After passing from sleep to wakefulness, he realised that Janie Collins was really sucking his cock.
Jason melted into the bed as her head bobbed up and down on his lap.
He heard soft slurping noises as Janie made love to him with her mouth.
If he could have moved, he would have swung one of her legs over him, so he could take her pussy in his mouth, but she had her weight across his body. He settled for groping her naked rear end as she went to town on him.
Soon enough, Jason's toes curled up and he started to cum. She milked him with her hand, eve
n as her mouth drank down his spunk.
When he was finished, she sat back, turned over her shoulder and smiled.
"Good morning," Janie snuggled up and kissed him. "I was wondering how long it would take to get you up."
"What time is it?"
"A quarter after six," she said ruefully. "I have to get up and go to work."
"Can't you call off and sleep in with me?" he pulled her close to him, only half-joking.
"I can call off, but you're not missing school for me."
"It's only one class," he pouted.
"Jason, I'm serious about his," she brought out her "mommy" voice, even though she probably didn't mean to. "There will be no skipping school over 'us'. I will not be the reason why you get bad grades."
"So what do I get for good grades?" he asked incredulously.
"All the pussy you can handle," Janie replied seductively.
"Weren't you going to give that to me anyway?" The playfulness returned to his voice.
"Only if you keep your grades up," she shot back. Janie kissed him again. "When do you get out of class today?"
"Two-thirty," Jason pulled her to him and took the opportunity to grope her shapely backside. "But I have to work until six."
"Do you want to get something for dinner?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you out?" Although a part of him was teasing, another part was serious.
"I think we're past that." Janie rolled out of the bed, sauntering past the candles that had burned themselves out the night before and into the bathroom.
Jason followed her in as she started the shower. He was disappointed that there was no more action that morning, but the promise of a dinner date more than made up for it.
He left Janie's and returned to his house. His parents had already gone to work and his sister was at school. With no one else around, Jason masturbated to lurid thoughts of Janie Collins. He changed and went to his classes, then work at the rec center.
In the locker room at the gym, Jason received a text message from Janie.
What do you want for dinner?
You, was his simple reply.
Then hurry up and get over here.
The garage door was up and he parked next to Janie's minivan again. He pressed the button to close the door and went in to the kitchen.
"You're late," Janie admonished him from the living room. "I started without you."
Jason stopped in his tracks as his eyes fell on to Janie. She lay splayed out on the couch. Naked.
One hand clutched one of her breasts, while the other diddled between her legs.
"Take your shorts off." Her eyes were hooded over with pleasure. "Take that cock out for me. . . . Now stroke it . . . yes, just like that."
He was hard in an instant.
Janie's fingers moved fast and faster.
She started to buck her hips into her hand. Jason moved in the same rhythm, his cock seemingly harder than it ever had been.
"You're so beautiful," Jason whispered as he watched his lover pleasure herself.
He wanted to rush over and take her, but his feet would not move.
Janie began to buck her hips, and she let out a soft moan.
It seemed that she was going to rub herself raw.
As he watched, Jason stroked himself faster and faster.
His breaths came in short spurts.
Both of them cried out together.
"Don't cum . . . don't cum, yet," Janie pleaded, her voice a plaintive moan.
She clenched her teeth and her body started her jerk uncontrollably.
"I'm cumming!" she gasped, and Jason didn't know how much longer he could hold off.
Hypnotized, Jason watched as Janie violently masturbated herself to orgasm, all the while barely able to contain himself.
After her initial climax, she slowly let herself down, until she lay shivering on the couch, her toes quivering.
"Cum on me," she whispered, her eyelids hooded over with pleasure. "Cum on my chest."
That was all Jason needed to hear. He lurched forward and pointed his cock at Janie's breasts. He moaned through clenched teeth.
It only took a couple of strokes for him to orgasm.
Spurts of cum shot out, landing on Janie's belly and chest. Staggering on his feet, Jason fell on to the couch next to Janie.
Indulgently, she rubbed his cum into her skin, first around her nipples and then up around her neck.
Both of them gasped for breath.
"You feel so warm on me," she said finally, a contented smile on her lips.
Jason lay back, his eyes devouring the lithe form that lay out before him.
"Next time, I'll let you tittyfuck me," Janie promised, flashing the smile that melted Jason's heart. Her hands ran up and down her body, knowing she had Jason right where she wanted him. "Now you're going to take me out for dinner."
"But I don't—"
"Don't worry about that either," she said in a way that wasn't dismissive, but nor was she going to accept any excuses or argument.
Janie gracefully rolled off the couch. She sauntered off towards her bedroom, a little extra swing in her hips. Jason watched her backside, wondering what had just happened.
He realised he was not in control of their relationship. Janie was. He wasn't sure how he felt about that just then.
None of that really made a difference. He was hypnotised by her swaying backside. The bounce in her breasts. Her wry smile. Her soft, curly locks.
And the warmth of her touch.
The shower was running, and Jason slipped under the warm water, pressing his body against Janie.
Without speaking, they washed each other off. Their hands lingered on one another. Her touch was gentle. Carefree.
"What do you want to eat?" Janie asked as they dried off.
"You." Jason scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, the notion of going out leaving them both.
They took a break about an hour later when the pizza delivery guy showed up, then went right back to bed.
* * *
"So who is she?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jason shrugged Cody's question off.
"Who's the chick you're banging?"
He didn't say anything, which only egged his friend on.
"You didn't come over all last week. Heather and I even had sex in your spot on the couch because you've been so scarce. Either you're working a third job or you're getting some pussy on the side, because I know you're not staying at your house."
Jason blushed, but didn't say anything.
Seeing that he wasn't going to coax it out of his friend right then, Cody clapped his friend on the shoulder. "Well, whoever she is, I'll bet she's sore today."
Their conversation turned to sports and other inconsequential stuff. The week after the Boca Raton tournament, Jason was with Janie pretty much whenever he wasn't at work or school. He went by his house a couple of times to reassure his parents that he wasn't dead or off doing drugs somewhere, but they mostly left him alone anyway, wrapped up in their own lives and drama.
On Sunday afternoon, Janie made him leave, at least for a while.
"My kids are coming back from their dad's," she explained apologetically. "I can't . . . I mean . . . I don't want to have to explain you to them . . . not right now. I'm sorry."
Jason understood. At least he thought he did. He wasn't sure about how to explain their relationship to anyone, too.
When they were at taekwondo class, he wanted to reach out and take her hand. Or drive there together. Or proclaim his eternal love for her.
But neither of them was ready for that. Not yet.
"I'll make it up to you," she promised meekly.
So the next week seemed like it was the longest in his life. They exchanged texts frequently. Most were playful. A few were risqué. He stayed at Cody and Heather's a couple of nights, and moped around at home the rest of the time.
Jason knew Janie's kids would be leaving on
Sunday night, but she didn't invite him over after work.
On Monday afternoon, as he and Cody were sitting in the student center, he received a text.
Meet me for drinks tonight after 9. Come alone.
Jason's heart raced. The next text message was the address was one of the dive bars near campus. It was one of the nicer places frequented by upperclassmen and graduate students.
He skipped the adult black belt class and drove to the bar early. Things were slow on a Monday, but it was Ladies' Night, and things were just starting to pick up when he arrived.
Walking through the door, he saw some people playing pool and darts, the Monday Night Football game was nearing the end of the first quarter, and there was a small group near one end of the bar.
Much to his surprise, Janie and Sharon were at the center of the crowd.
Sharon wore a casual blouse and skirt, but Janie was dressed to kill.
Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She had on too much makeup and a low-cut, V-neck sweater that showed off a lot of skin, and jeans that were so tight, you could probably read her lips.
The crowd of men that was gathered around them seemed to be gravitating to Janie, who had a full glass of wine in her hand, and by the look of things, she certainly hadn't paid for it.
A twinge of jealousy started in the pit of Jason's stomach, and it was all he could do not to rush into the crowd and rip all of their fucking throats out. What gave him pause was that Janie was speaking a strange language and Sharon seemed to be translating.
He stood by the door for a moment, trying to figure out what the girls were up to.
And then it hit him: Sharon knew!
With no choice, Jason squelched the panic when Janie saw him from across the room. She flashed him a wink and an amused smile.
Sharon also saw him and she waved him over.
Jason had to push his way past a couple of the guys, and much to their annoyance, Janie's attention seemed to be solely on him.
"Privet. Menya zovut Svetlana . Vy posmotrite, kak u vas yest' gigantskiy chlen." The words rolled off Janie's tongue seamlessly.
"This is the friend I was telling you about," Sharon said before Jason could say anything. There was laughter in her eyes. "Her name is Svetlana. She thinks you're very handsome."
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