by Stacey McCoy
“Well, well, Mr Samson. It doesn’t look like you’ll need my help after all.”
Jake remains silent. I think he’s trying his hardest to deflate his cock again in the hope that I’ll suck on it. I release his penis from his trunks. It falls heavily into my hands as I begin to stroke his full length. He wriggles his jeans and underwear down past his butt so that I have easier access to him. His penis really is impressive and rather beautiful. Sam had a really nice looking cock too. I always hated looking at other men’s penises. I’d only seen them while watching porn with Sam of course, but they always seemed dirty and gross. Maybe it was because I wasn’t attracted to them like I was to Sam and clearly I’m attracted to Jake because all I want to do now is take him in my mouth.
Positioning myself between Jake’s legs I continue to slide my hand up and down his shaft while I support myself with my other hand. I hear Jake’s breath hitch as I cover his penis with my hot, wet mouth. I can taste pre-come straight away. The zest of it just make me want more.
As much as I want to be on top of Jake and have him filling me inside, I’m enjoying being able to pleasure him this way. I increase the pace of my hand’s movements and I suck harder when I reach the top of his cock. Jake grasps my loose hair and fist it in his hand. I’ve never had someone grab my hair like this before. It makes me feel even more wanted. Sam was an exceptional lover, but I can’t remember him ever grabbing and tugging my hair like this.
Just as I finish my thought, Jake stops me. “You’re going to make me come if you’re not careful.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Yeah, but I have a need to please you too just as much as you want to please me, so why don’t we please each other at the same time?”
“That was a long way to simply say, fuck me Kat.”
“Okay then. Fuck me Kat.”
“With pleasure.”
I take the extra-large condom out of its foil packet, and put it on Jake’s penis. It fits well. Although I didn’t doubt much that it wouldn’t. After trying to fit all of him in my mouth I soon realised it probable that he would easily fill the extra-large sized condom.
I quickly rid myself of my jeans and underwear. Again I find myself stark naked on top of Jake with his thick, hot penis filling my vagina.
This can’t be happening. I can’t possibly be this lucky. I’m riding the cock of The Son of Sensuality and I’m loving every damn minute of it.
Jake makes me feel like I can expose all of myself to him. I want to be naked with him when he’s close to me. I want to touch myself and rub my body all over his. I want to show him what I like and learn how he likes to fuck. I want to experiment with him, taste him…love him.
Right now though I want to come with him. The heady hot pleasurable feeling you get just as you’re about to orgasm is starting to consume my entire body.
Oh how I’ve missed this feeling. Oh how much I would give to have it again and again and again. Jake has a firm hold of my breasts as I take full advantage of my dominant position on top of him.
As I begin to give in to my releasing pleasure I feel Jake orgasm into me at the same time. My orgasm is at its peak as Jake thrusts his hips hard up into mine while we’re connected as one. The condom he’s wearing fills with his semen. Looking down I can see Jake is reddened from blood being pumped energetically throughout his body. His grasps of my breasts begins to ease as he slowly calms from his release. We’re both breathless.
“God I’ve missed sex.” My voice is slightly shaky as I climb off Jake’s waist and lie on the bed beside him.
“How long has it been since you’ve had sex?” Jake’s voices is breathless too, but by no means any less appealing. I’ve noticed it’s somewhat deeper after an orgasm.
I’m a little embarrassed knowing the answer to his question, but I swallow my discomfort and tell him the truth. “It’s been about a year since I’ve been with a man.”
“Whoa seriously. Wait am I the first guy you’ve been with since…well, you know.”
“Yes,” I say as I try to gauge his response. I’m not sure if he’s utterly shocked and therefore disgusted, or if he is in fact sympathetic.
“Really?”
“Yes,” my voice is but a whisper and I begin to climb off the bed and get dressed again.
“No. Kat I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound rude, actually I’m very proud to be your first.”
And that’s just it. This all feels like the first time all over again. It’s like I’ve been given a second chance at something wonderful and I need to take this relationship by the horns and hold on tight in the hope that it will last the test of time and all the other tests life will throw at us.
“Proud is not the word I thought you would use.”
“What did you think I’d say?” Jake says as he rids himself of his latex confinement.
“I thought you might think I wasn’t up to speed considering my lack of sexual partners not only in the last twelve months, but in my life in total.”
“Obviously I’m lying here a happy man Archie, and if you can’t see that, then I might just have to fuck you again so then maybe you’ll see just how happy you make me feel.”
Hearing Jake call me Archie makes me smile. “I don’t care how many guys you’ve been with, just as long as you’re here with me now and hopefully you can promise me that I could be your one-and-only lover for a long time yet to come?”
Jake moves and sits on the end of the bed. I throw his jeans at him which somehow ended up near the bathroom door.
We really have managed to make some wonderful memories together while we have been here. We’ve given each other nick names. We’ve shared some pretty personal information about one another and we’ve explored each other sexually in ways I never thought acceptable in such a short amount of time. Jake seems to truly want me. He seems to want to be with me and take me as I am. He’s so lovely and kind for a city bloke. I’m not saying city guys are all arrogant, or too up themselves for their own good. They’re just different because they have different concerns and agendas in their day to day lives compared to country boys. For example Sam, and any good farmer, used to always worry about the rain and when it would come again and how much would we be likely to get. City blokes, and city women, just turn a tap on without having to worry about how long it will be until the rain falls again. Being farmers we rely heavily on the elements, to the point where we have an egg timer in each of our bathrooms so we can limit our showers to two minutes. We have different worries and therefore different responsibilities.
Even though Jake is remarkably different to Sam, or any other country boy, I can’t help but feel like I’m at home with him. It’s like he has hijacked my heart yet I’m a willing victim of his crime.
Chapter TWELVE
The girls are packed and ready to go. I open the personal safe in my room and retrieve my three rings. My engagement ring, wedding ring and eternity ring sparkle in the morning light. I feel a little guilty as I realise I haven’t worn them since we got here.
Poor Chrissy still has a great rack drawn on her face and no one has told her about it. Jake has a smug little grin on his face. He’s proud of his first practical joke. What he doesn’t seem to realise is the more time goes on, the longer Chrissy takes to see her new temporary defacement, the worse Jake’s and possibly my payback is going to be. We’ll just have to wait to see how it all plays out.
I approach reception to settle any outstanding amounts. There’s one price on the receipt which stands out above all else. The bottle of champagne the girls cracked open the night before, and hardly had a taste of, cost me $100. I can’t even pronounce the name of it.
I turn on my heel and snap at the girls who are suffering major headaches and queasy stomachs.
“Did you girls know the bottle of champagne you opened last night cost one hundred dollars and you never even finished it?”
“For god sake Kat stop yelling. Geez my head is killing me and I reckon it
’s because of that bottle of champagne we drank,” says Simone.
“So all the other alcohol you consumed last night had nothing to do with how you’re feeling right now?”
“No of course not. I for one would have been all sunshine this morning if it wasn’t for that stuff. It tasted like crap. Don’t anyone ever buy…” Simone takes the receipt out of my hand and squints at the small print as she tries to pronounce, unsuccessfully, the name of the bottle of wine in question. “Ah look whatever, it was shit!” Her voice is far from low and she sounds like she has a fur-ball stuck in her throat.
“Nice Sim.”
I apologise to the reception staff who I’m sure have never in all their lives, seen such a sorry looking pack of so called mature ladies looking so hungover first thing on a Monday morning.
Jake has taken my token for the cars and has had them brought around front while we’ve been arguing over the price of the wine. He’s so thoughtful, but I have a dig at him while I’ve got an opportunity to do so.
“Can’t wait to get rid of me hey,” I say with a poke to his ribs.
“Quite the opposite actually. I was about to let your tyres down so you couldn’t go.”
“Aww Jake you’re so sweet, but I do know how to change a tyre you know.”
“I’m sure you can do almost anything Katherine. I know now just how capable and strong you are,” Jake says with pride in his voice.
“You know all of that just from one weekend?”
“Yep. And I can’t wait to find out more.”
There’s a silence between us that shakes us both. I can feel Jake’s anguish as he holds me tight to his chest for one last warm embrace before we drive away. I’m completely amazed at how strong my feelings have grown over such a short period of time for this man.
“When will I see you again?” Jake asks in a quiet voice close to my ear. I make him look at me and I swear there’s a tear in his eye.
I sigh and try to deliver my response in a calming tone.
“I need to get through this coming weekend first. Honestly I don’t know how Sam’s anniversary will affect me, so we’ll just have to play it by ear, okay.”
“Can I call you tonight, so I know you got home alright?”
“How about I call you. I’ll wait till the kids are asleep then we can talk all night…maybe.”
Jake’s spirits have lifted slightly with the promise of a phone call, but he questions my reply. “Why maybe?”
“I said maybe because I’m lacking sleep because some sex crazed stripper kept me up all weekend fucking my brains out.”
“Was that so bad?” Jake says as his chest and, I’m certain his head, expands.
“No, not at all. Thank you Jake, really, thank you. You’ve given this old girl the time of her life this weekend.”
“There you go quoting that movie again and you are far from old.” Jake runs the back of his hand down my cheek and kisses my forehead.
“Hmm maybe, but today I feel like I’m ninety five so we better get going before I get any older.”
As easy as it should be to let go of Jake, it’s not. I too start to feel a tear or two forming in my eyes. I tell myself to stop being silly, just get in the car and go. I’ll see him again soon. I don’t know when ‘soon’ is, but right now it doesn’t feel soon enough.
Jake and I kiss one last time. It’s a long, lingering, full of unspoken promises, kiss and I know in my heart it won’t be our last.
On that happy thought I jump in the driver’s seat of Simone’s 4WD and start the car. Alex is in the first car, which is hers, and we pull out of the casino’s driveway and into the traffic.
Looking in the rearview mirror I see Jake standing all alone. He gives a salute goodbye. His hand frozen outstretched above his head, as if trying to pull me back.
Simone and Chrissy are already asleep hiding behind dark sunglasses. Knowing I’m alone, but have unconscious companions for company, I let my tears fall. Immediately I regret letting myself cry because once the floodgates opened, I struggle to contain any control.
Simone stirs in the front seat. She sees me crying, but doesn’t say a word. All she does is hold my hand and give it a gentle squeeze as it rests on the gear stick of the automatic.
We drive out of the city away from the tall buildings and the never ending traffic jams. As we hit the open road I inhale the fresh air and I know it’ll be good to get home. I was starting to really miss my kids. Even though I was kept busy, my kids are my life and I would do anything for them.
Alex shouts out over the radio about an hour into our trip and suggests we stop at the next town to refuel, not that we need fuel we haven’t driven anywhere in days, what she means is she’s running low on caffeine and carbs. I could use a massive hit myself.
We pull up out front of a bakery and as soon as we open the car doors we’re rewarded with the smell of the pastries and bread which have been baked fresh overnight. The alluring smell is enough to wake some of the girls. Simone, Jess, Alex and I head into the shop and order way too much food. You know when you’ve found a good bakery, it’s when you walk out of there with an arm full of food you will never be able to eat. My theory is I will share what I’ve bought with my sister Josie and my niece Beth.
After buying coffee and pies, Jess and Sim go back to the car. It seems to be their safe place. I suppose it wouldn’t be appropriate to fall asleep in a pie while sitting at a window bench seat in the middle of a busy bakery. Alex and I perch ourselves up at the window and nibble on our baked delights while waiting for our coffee to be made.
It’s the first time I’ve been able to sit and talk to Alex nearly all weekend and I can’t help but notice how different she looks. Not just looks though, her whole personality seems to have changed and if it’s possible, possibly for the better. She has a glow beaming from her that I’ve never seen before. It must have something to do with The Son of Sex.
“So Alex,” I say as I try and pull her out of her daydream.
“Hmm yes sorry Kat did you say something.”
“My god what did that boy do to you?”
Alex takes a deep breath and sighs a happy contented sigh as our coffees are put on the bench in front of us.
“Oh Kat. I’m in love.”
“Whoa Al that’s a big call. Are you sure? I mean how do you know it’s love?”
I’m not silly. I know what love is, obviously, having spent nearly half of my life madly in love with Sam, but I need to test her. Alex has always had a tendency to jump in head first, which is fine, jumping in head first is my theory too, but she just hasn’t been lucky enough to find a man who has felt the same way about her as heavily and as quickly as she has felt for them.
“Oh Kat,” Alex says in a dreamy voice “You know what it’s like, right. I mean it’s hard to explain, but when you know you just know.”
Okay, she says she knows when she’s in love. I’ll take that as a sign, but she always says she’s in love, although this whole day-dreamy look in her eyes is new.
“Yeah I guess so.”
“When I left Liam this morning, I could have cried. It absolutely tore me apart to know we won’t see each other for five more sleeps.”
I giggle at Alex’s childlike analogy of time. She’s obviously missing him madly already.
Sign two.
“You sound like a kid counting down the sleeps until Santa comes.”
Alex ignores my jab and continues. “Do you know what Liam said to me this morning as I was leaving Kat?”
Alex is holding her heavy, dreamy head with both her hands as she leans on the bench. I’ve never seen her look like this. That’s another sign of love.
“Well no.” Obviously.
“He said, ‘Time stands still when you’re not by my side. I hate saying our first goodbye. My heart is locked in a vice of pain and will not be freed until you return again.’”
“Geez he’s good. He’s got me wanting to fuck him now.” I may be slightly sarcasti
c in my response, but poetry never really did it for me.
Alex slaps my arm, hard. She doesn’t appreciate my attempt at humour and understands sarcasm when she hears it. This is a good sign though because it’s a sign that he has strong feelings for her too.
“Kat, be serious. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you have ever heard?”
“It’s not bad. I can admit that.”
To be fair to Liam, I don’t know anything about poetry so it very well could be considered good. And his chosen artistic path explains the wording on the front of his business card.
“He wants to be a poet. Well he is a poet, he just hasn’t plucked up the courage to submit any work to a publisher yet.”
“So he strips on the weekends to make ends meet.”
“Yeah and he’s pretty bloody good at that too.”
We both giggle like teenagers and lose ourselves in our memories of the weekend as the sun shines in through the window warming our bodies, like the boys have warmed our hearts.
Suddenly I remember something Alex said to me at Jeremy’s bar Saturday night.
“Hey, when we were at Jeremy’s Saturday night, you said something about me and I don’t quite know what you meant by it.”
“What did I say?” Alex looks at me with puzzled eyes. Definitely not love struck puppy dog eyes she’s been plagued with since that same night in question.
“You said, ‘She’s back.’ What did you mean by that?”
“Ahh Kat you poor thing. You’ve been so lost since Sam’s death. A massive piece of you died that day which is completely understandable, right?”
This is one of Alex’s classic rhetorical questions. All I can do is stare at her and wait for her to continue with her explanation.
“It’s just we’ve all noticed since then that the light inside you had pretty much gone out and we were all doing our damndest to try and light that sucker up again, but no matter how hard we tried we just couldn’t get the bloody thing lit. It was like trying to get wet wood to burn. We desperately wanted you to start living your life again”