Just Joe ~ Jen Luerssen

by Luerssen, Jen

We turn and I press her against the wall.

  “Hi,” she says breathlessly. Her eyes sparkling, her smile wide.

  “Hi,” I respond seeing only her.

  “I love you too and I need you to fuck me immediately,” she whispers and I rip her pink feathery costume in half, feathers flying everywhere.

  Our lips lock and it’s just as unicorn jizzy as I remember. She tastes like tangerines and the rest of my god damned life. We kiss and our hands go everywhere, touching all over, finally free to wander. She shrugs out of the torn costume as I bend to nibble on her nipple snake. My left hand is squeezing the other nipple and my right is delving where I know the sweetest pussy ever lies. She is slick and hot and ready for my rock-hard dick but I need to get this thing off her and spend some time with my face in between her legs.

  I set her down and then drag the rest of the flimsy feathery cloth and her g-string down her legs and over her pink stilettos. “These can stay on,” I say as I tap the sparkly shoes then pick one foot up and drape it over my shoulder, sliding up to dive into her bare center. I take long licks and then gently suction my lips over her clit, dragging on it in pulses. Her hands go to my hair as she grinds into my face. I can tell she’s close so I suck a little harder and dip a few fingers inside her wet heat as she tips over, coming on my hand and mouth. Nothing compares to the way she looks right now. Free, in love, mine.

  “Now, Joe, I need you inside me,” she says as she pulls me up to kiss her. I walk her back to a chair as she pulls my hot pants down until my erection springs free. I sit and she pulls the tiny article of clothing off my legs. “We are keeping these,” she says as she twirls them on her finger, straddles me, and smiles.

  Her grey eyes go silver as she sinks on to my dick and I can barely breathe. I’ve fantasized about being close to her in this way for months. It seems unreal now that it’s happening. Unreal and unbelievably good. We are still, just kissing and staring at each other. “I love you, Bets.”

  She gasps as I shift her up slightly and then back down. “I know and I’m sorry I made you wait and worry.”

  “Not now, let’s just enjoy each other and be here,” I say as I hold my hand at her neck. I lower my hand to her heart and kiss her again. We barely move for a while just enjoy the physical connection until it gets to be too much and I have to fuck her. I grip her hips and slam her down on me as I grind her into me. I stand and take her with me, still connected to a nearby table. I’m sure we are violating several health codes but I don’t care. I lay her down and place her sexy stilettos on my shoulders.

  “A fucking visual feast you are and I finally get to eat you,” I say as I hold her legs with one hand and squeeze her nipple snake with the other. “I used to be jealous of this snake,” I huff out as I move back and forth inside her tightness. “Then I realized I should really feel sorry for it.”

  A drop of my sweat falls between her breasts and I bend to lick it and she shivers. I change course and move my tongue around the snake’s open mouth.

  “Sorry for it?” she asks.

  I swivel my hips and go deeper. “Yeah, he’s forever frozen just out of reach and I will always get there first.” I bite said nipple again and she squeals.

  “God, I missed you,” She says and I start to fuck her harder and all talking stops.

  I lean down, putting my hands on either side of her head, bending her legs back with me. She shakes with another orgasm and my strokes become erratic until I feel the tingle in my balls and come inside the woman I love for the first time. I release her legs and they go around my back, pulling me to her. I look at her in wonder and smile.

  “I missed you too.”

  * * *

  Betsy puts her g-string back on and my bow tie and I pull my flamingo shorts back on. “Where the hell did you find flamingo shorts like that?”

  “The Castro,” I respond and she nods because where else really?

  We walk out of the room as the finale is going on so no one really pays attention to our barely dressed selves. Betsy leads me to the backstage area where all of our friends are. She grabs a robe quickly before anyone hugs her. I stay in my hot pants because fuck it. I get lots of back pats, bro hugs and winks from everyone because we’ve been gone for at least 20 minutes and they all know what we were doing.

  Don comes over and snaps a picture of me with his phone. “I wish I could say this is blackmail but you have zero shame so I’m putting this on my Insta. You smell like jizz,” he adds.

  “Thanks, Don,” I say slapping his back. “Don’t filter my ass too much.”

  “I’m assuming it worked since you both came back mostly naked with goofy smiles,” Lia says and I nod. “I’m so glad, Joe. You deserve to get some good loving.”

  “Thanks, Li Li. I have you guys to thank for all your help.” I gesture to Frank, Andrew, and Jeannette standing nearby. “She really loved the group dance.”

  Betsy slides in next to me, her hand resting on my ass. “I really did. I can’t believe you got all these people together.”

  “It was easy, B, you have a lot of good friends.” I wave my hand to the roomful of her admirers. “They all jumped at the chance to make you feel loved.”

  Her eyes water again and I pull her in tight. “I just, I thought everyone was just being nice to me, not that they actually cared about me.”

  “Of course, we care, sweetheart. Those fucking parents of yours need a good junk punching,” Jeannette says showing her uppercut. “All those church people too, they made you believe you didn’t deserve love and they all suck.”

  Betsy laughs through her tears and hugs her friend. We make our way around the whole room talking to each one of the people in Betsy’s life and I can see her light brighten after each one. I hope that she finally sees how important she is and how deserving she is of a real family.

  “Jack, you were fantastic, thanks for coming,” Betsy says shyly.

  “You’re my sister, B, of course, I came,” he responds and leans in for a hug. “So, was my brother a grower?”

  She pushed on his shoulder and I shoot him a dirty look. “Dude, is that how you talk to your sister?” I ask.

  “I’ll assume that’s a no then,” he teases.

  We stay for another ten minutes, and then I find my tux. I only get my shirt on and my shoes before Betsy is dragging me out of the theater. I lead her to Don’s Mustang he lent me for the night and we head to her house. There’s another surprise there.

  I had Marisol completely finish her bedroom. She got all the furniture in and hung her pictures and art on the wall. The fireplace works but she put some tall candles in there which is much faster than me having to make a fire right now.

  I make Betsy wait in the Flamingoth bathroom while I light candles and put some music on. She is removing her makeup when I come to get her and I hoist myself on the counter and watch her. It’s such a joy to just be in her presence, I missed just being with her. “I really like Mikey, by the way. She told me Frank knocked her up?”

  “Yep, that grumpy ass is going to be a dad. At least he’s in a better mood now.”

  “How’s your mood, Joe?” she asks coyly.

  “If you’re in the room my mood will always be off the charts great,” I say and I mean it. She finishes with her face and starts unwinding her braids. I hop down and stand behind her. I move her hands to her sides and take over releasing her hair form the elaborate braids.

  “You are really too much,” she says, smiling at me in the mirror. I bend to kiss her bare shoulder. She is wearing a black camisole and black leggings and she is stunning. I want to just bend her over the vanity right now but I also want to take my time now that we are home.

  “You weren’t complaining earlier.” My hands work quickly to release her hair and when I’m done, I brush it with my fingers. “You are so beautiful.” She takes her hair and smooths it over her shoulder. I take it as an invitation to kiss it again.

  She turns to me and reaches up to kiss me like she coul
dn’t bear to do anything else. I’m with her, I could kiss her until my lips fall off.

  It’s hard but I pull back, take her hand, and lead her into the bedroom. Her gasp and “Oh, Joe!” let me know that she loves it.

  “That’s right, ‘Oh Joe!’ now get on the new bed and I’ll make you scream that all night,” I say not really joking.

  She laughs, takes her clothes off and hops into the bed. I strip down to my flamingo shorts and she giggles. “I can’t believe you did all that for me, all this.” She opens her hands and I sit next to her on the bed.

  “I’d do pretty much anything for you.”

  Her eyes light up. “Anything?”

  Just the Epilogue

  THE MINUTE JOE TOOK HIS hand from my eyes in that flaming-Poe bathroom, I knew I was in love with him. I mean, the minute I opened my door and he was standing there looking so delicious in his tool belt and muscular arms. Sigh. I’m not usually such a teenage girl about such things but he makes me feel fifteen again. Even when I was fifteen, I didn’t feel so free. My parents were not fun and we’ve spent enough time dwelling on all that.

  I’m waiting outside my therapist’s office for Joe to come pick me up. My house has been finished for over six months and today I’m telling him I’m selling that bad boy. I know, I spent a crap ton of money and time on it, but honestly, the only thing I’m going to really miss is the bathroom. Convinced Jack to paint the tiles in Joe’s master bath so it won’t be too bad. I’m taking the bath mat, shower curtain, and faucet cover. Actually, I’ve already taken them.

  I’ve moved all my stuff to Joe’s but he hasn’t noticed. Jack has helped me be stealth about it. My closet is full, my kitchen stuff is here, and everything else is in storage or going with the house sale. Joe has been asking me to move in with him for a few months. He’s offered to move into my newly and beautifully renovated home. He said he’d keep the house for Jack so it made no difference to him.

  I love that dude so much it hurts. I’ve never met someone so determined to charm the pants off everyone he meets. It’s awesome and exhausting. It works though. He has most people eating out of his hand within five minutes. Maybe not Frank, that’s his life’s work, I guess. Trying to get Frank to be charmed by him. I’d never tell but I think he’s succeeded many a time. I’ve seen Frank half smile at him when his back is turned.

  When Frank’s daughter, Reilly, was born Joe brought like twenty balloons and a tiny guitar. Mikey asked him to be a godparent and Joe started to cry. Frank told him to shut up but he also hugged him. I was looking at Frank when Joe held Reilly for the first time and he definitely wiped a tear from his eye.

  “Hey, Betsy Boo,” Joe says as I hop in his truck. I give him a huge smile and then plant a big kiss on his lips. My man can kiss. Ugh, when we were kind of pussyfooting around and I got a few kisses I wished he would’ve just tied me to the bed right then. “You feeling good?”

  “Yep! I’m all fixed for today,” I say tapping my head.

  “Not broken in the first place, but I’m glad you’re happy.” Joe has been very supportive of me going to therapy. Jeannette recommended a great therapist. I think she was tired of psychoanalyzing me and just wanted to be my friend. It’s been great and helped me open up.

  When Joe cut me off after I left his house, I had a hard time. I knew I was being an idiot but I couldn’t get past my own fears. Seeing him in tight ass sparkly hot pants was enough to push me through the fears. Well, it was more the gathering of all my friends that pushed me over the edge, but Joe’s sparkly ass helped.

  I can finally see myself fitting in and being a part of a community. Joe is at the center but I don’t feel like an outsider at either of my jobs or with my new-found friends through Joe. I still have my low moments but it’s easier to get out of them because I know Joe loves me. I know other people love me too. It’s a good feeling.

  “Where we headed?” he asks.

  “To my house,” I say.

  A few minutes later he pulls into my short driveway and turns the truck off. He turns to me and I can see concern in his eyes. “Why is there a for sale sign in the window?”

  I get out of the truck and go to his side and open the door. “Come inside,” I say and he takes my offered hand and follows. It’s funny that I can see him physically stifle a joke about coming inside me or something silly. It’s too cute.

  We walk up the steps and enter my perfectly renovated home. The floors are perfect, the fireplace is majestic and lovely because it works. The kitchen is a work of art. It’s a masterpiece and that’s why it’s been a hard decision to sell but I know it’s the right move.

  “Where’s all the furniture?” he asks totally confused now.

  “It’s either in storage or at our house.” I have him sit on one of the stools that are staying with the home. “I’m selling this house because although it’s beautiful, it’s not my home. You are my home and your house is where I’m meant to live. That and I can’t resist that overtly sexy bed, obviously.”

  “You’re going to live with me?” he asks and his smile is enormous.

  “I do live with you, silly,” I say hoping he doesn’t freak out. “I’ve been slowly moving in for weeks. Jack and Don helped me.”

  “But, why? You just had all this work done and put so much time and money into it.”

  I shrug. “The agent says I should get way more for it than I put in so I’m making a profit. It’s a great place but it’s no Casa Davis. So, what do you say? I’m already moved in.”

  He picks me up and swings me around. “I just want to be wherever you are, even if it’s just a shack in the woods.”

  “The things you say, Joe.” He kisses my nose. “There is one thing I want to take with me.”

  “If you say that disgusting butcher block then I change my mind. You can’t move in.” Damn, I did want to take that.

  “Ugh, no, I meant the flamingo bathroom mat.”

  “You could say that we flamin-go together like birds of a feather,” he says.

  “You could if you never wanted to have sex again.” I tilt my head and give him a look.

  “Like you’d be able to resist me.”

  “Nevermore,” I say and he kisses me.

  I AM SO THANKFUL THAT I get to write these fun books that allow readers to escape from the daily grind and the horrors of the world. My greatest hope is I made you laugh and feel good for a bit.

  None of this would be possible without the love and support of my wonderful husband, Andrew. He’s every book boyfriend and better.

  My other reason for everything is my daughter. My hope is that you’ll one day get to do something that you love as much as I love this. I love you, you awesome weirdo.

  My family has been endlessly supportive and I appreciate it so much. My brother, Jim, gave me a lot of inspiration for Joe, they aren’t exactly alike, that would be weird, but my brother is funny and lights up a room like Joe.

  Thanks to my Dad for being my beach and gym buddy, and one of my biggest fans.

  My dear momma has been gone for less than a year and I do this for her too. I’m trying my darnedest to live my life in a way that would make her proud.

  Hearty thanks go to Chris Correia and Sean Brady. Without the gorgeous picture, there would be no Joe. It was just what I needed for inspiration at just the right time. Thank you, gentlemen.

  I’d get nowhere fast without my great friend/assistant/comma wrangler, Meaghan Royce. She is a queen and someday I’ll get her that crown.

  Thanks to Christine at Type A Formatting for making the inside of my books so pretty and orderly.

  I’ll probably never use another designer again because of JM Walker at Just Write. Creations. She is able to take any weird vision I have and make it 100 times better. She’s a superstar.

  To my readers, I think I’m up to like eight now? I love each and every one of you and am beyond humbled you’d give me a try and then continue to read my quirkiness.

  JEN LUERSSEN GR
EW UP IN New Jersey and then lived for 20 years in the San Francisco Bay area. She has held various jobs in her adult life. Some examples are nanny, waitress, receptionist, dispatcher, caterer, and finally teacher. She spent 10 years teaching 4th and 5th graders, until she finally felt the call to write. It’s been plaguing her thoughts and dreams for years, and those thoughts finally fought their way out.

  Jen loves to read, obsessively. She has an unhealthy attachment to her Kindle and is rarely seen without it. She’ll read anything, but especially loves good smut or a post-apocalyptic young adult book.

  After “retiring” from teaching, Jen sat down and wrote a book and then another and another and it was the most fun she’s ever had working. She is self-published even though she’s still not sure exactly how it works and hopes that people like her funny stories.

  Jen is back in her native New Jersey and lives with her husband, daughter, and dog, enjoying suburban life.

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