Christmas In Virginia

by Mlyn Hurn

  "Hey, sleepyhead, time to wake up," Jack murmured softly, leaning over her ear. "I think my mother is being discreet. She just rang the dinner bell for lunch."

  Laena opened her eyes, meeting Jack's. She smiled.

  He wondered if her smile was related to what they'd been doing earlier.

  "Does that mean we don't have time for a quickie?" she asked with a wink.

  Jack laughed out loud. That was probably the last thing he would have expected her to say. He levered himself off the sofa. He saw his jeans next to the sofa and stepped into them. He slid on his shoes, and then glanced around for his shirt and her clothes. He turned back around a moment later, expecting to hand them to her.

  Laena was still lying on the sofa, on her side, facing him. Her head was propped on a bent arm, and her top thigh slid forward and down just enough to conceal her mound.

  He had to groan. With her blonde hair disheveled, Laena would have made the perfect centerfold picture just then. Jack shook his head and walked back over to her. Reaching down, he took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

  "You have no idea how much I wish my mother was somewhere else right now."

  Laena grinned and then stepped into her jean shorts. She took her shirt, but it was still wet.

  Jack grimaced and passed her his shirt. "Put this on."

  Jack grabbed her hand, not allowing Laena the time she would have liked to just savor the warmth and smell of his shirt. They walked hand in hand up towards the house. When she saw Ruth standing on the back porch, Laena wiggled her hand, trying to free it from Jack's firm grip.

  But he wouldn't release her, even as they started up the porch's stone steps. He smiled at his mother. "I was trying to help Laena rinse off when I got her shirt wet. I offered her mine in exchange. She was just showing me your new studio. I look forward to seeing some impressive works of art coming from there soon."

  Ruth smiled at her oldest son. "Well, come along inside, both of you. I just made a quick lunch for us. I thought we might go out to dinner to celebrate your return, John."

  Jack nodded his agreement and released Laena's hand to open the door for the two women.

  They enjoyed a leisurely lunch and conversation. Instead of returning to the studio after lunch, Ruth announced her plans. "Feel free to go back to the studio, Laena. I'm going to straighten the kitchen and then take a nap." Turning and starting the water in the sink, she told Jack, "Go with Laena and help her finish setting up the studio. That will keep you out of my hair and the house quiet so I can sleep."

  Jack smiled at his mother. "Always glad to be the dutiful son, Mother."

  Ruth glanced over her shoulder at them both, her eyes going from Jack's blue shirt-which he'd donned prior to eating-to the white one of his Laena still wore. "In case anyone shows up unexpectedly, you might want to work on an explanation for the interesting pattern on the shirt."

  As Ruth resumed her work, Laena looked down for the first time. She felt her cheeks flushing brightly as she saw the quite distinctive red clay design on the white shirt. There were two small hands at the shoulders and two distinctive circles partially covering her breasts. Obviously, she was not as clean as she'd thought. When she lifted her head, she saw Jack was smiling.

  He didn't wait for her comment. Without pause, Jack grabbed her hand and trotted back outside.

  Chapter 8

  They made their way back to the studio. Wandering around the outside first, Jack checked the structure for soundness and construction errors. Finally, stating he was pleased with the workmanship, they walked inside. He followed Laena around the room asking her questions, until they came to the sofa.

  Laena couldn't stop the blush that covered her cheeks. And almost as if Jack read her thoughts, he smiled. She turned to walk away.

  Jack reached out and pulled her back. He swung her around and into his arms. As he pressed her close to his chest, his strong arms held her tight while he looked into her upturned face.

  She could feel her full, soft breasts mashed into his chest. Glancing upwards, she met Jack's gaze.

  "No regrets, Laena," he murmured to her gently.

  Laena frowned not completely sure what he meant. "I'm not sure I understand you, Jack. Do you mean that you have no regrets about earlier, or are you questioning if I have regrets?"

  "I have no regrets, Laena, and I hope you don't either."

  Laena couldn't stop the rush of joy she felt at hearing his words. "I have no regrets. Well, maybe one."

  Jack froze, not liking the feeling of trepidation he felt at her words. "What do you regret, Laena?"

  Laena moved her hands to rest on his chest as she looked up at him.

  He noted how serious she appeared.

  "I regret that we didn't get this done at Christmas."

  Jack laughed and kissed her smiling lips. "On that point, I agree, honey. I knew that no one else but the President would have been calling me that last afternoon. He is the only one who had that number. I had to answer."

  "I know. I missed you after you left," Laena told him softly. "I barely knew you, but it was obvious to me-"

  Jack frowned as she paused. "Go on, sweetheart. What was so apparent to you?"

  "That you were gone. A hole was where you were supposed to be."

  Jack shook his head, frowning. "I doubt it was much of a spot, Laena. I've been around my family and they can fill in the Grand Canyon with noise and activity."

  Laena leaned back, getting a better look at his face. "You wouldn't see it, because you are there. But I saw your family before you came, and on several different occasions, remember? Then I saw how things changed with you present...it was different."

  Jack was surprised, and more than a little embarrassed at what she had just confessed. He wondered if her honesty had taken her aback as well by the way she suddenly looked away.

  With one finger beneath her chin, he tilted back her face. Jack lowered his head to kiss her softly. "You have no idea how much I missed you. Laena, you are the first woman I've been with since I lost my wife. I don't want you to think what happened at the holidays was just a need for any woman. I have had plenty of opportunities and offers. I just was never interested. God knows why you should be the one..." his voice trailed away. "I don't mean that you aren't beautiful and attractive," he added hastily.

  Laena laughed. "I know, because I was thinking and feeling the same thing." She pressed closer and wiggled her hips against his hardening manhood. "Like right now. I think we are both feeling this couch must be used again-"

  Laena screeched as Jack turned with her in his arms and dropped onto the couch, with her landing on top of him. His hands were already unsnapping her jean shorts, and pushing them off her hips. Her hands tried to return the favor, but he was too fast for her. Kicking his shoes off, he quickly pushed his own jeans down and off. He lifted her to straddle his hips, and his hard manhood stood proud in front of her shaven mound.

  Jack's voice was tense and hoarse as he spoke. "Take me inside your heat, Laena. Use your hands and make us one."

  Jack growled as he watched her gaze move up his body.

  Her hands pushed up his shirt and caressed his chest, circling his nipples, and rubbing them with her fingers. Slowly, as she moved them down his body, she tangled her fingers in the curls above his manhood. Meeting his gaze, she tugged on the curls and smiled. "You know what I want to do?"

  Jack groaned as the thoughts of possibilities swamped his consciousness. He barely managed to croak out, "What?" Then he felt her soft hands on his body.

  "I want to make you as smooth as I am. I don't know what you will think of me for saying this...but I've always wanted to feel a smooth cock sliding in and out of my pussy, and feel our smooth skins brushing against one another. I've wondered what it would be like to suck smooth skin." She curled her fingers around his manhood and began caressing the soft, velvety skin of the head. Her hips were rocking back and forth as she straddled him, caressing her flesh with each forward an
d back movement.

  "Damn!" Jack caught his breath at her words. He had dreamed often of her smooth, hairless mound. The dreams, not to mention the daydreams, had driven him nearly to the edge of control at times. His daydreams were filled with images of him sampling her womanly delights and checking her smoothness for perfection. But it was at night, deep in slumber, it wasn't her sweet, hot pussy driving him crazy. Wild and unbridled were the dreams of her mouth sucking his cock, his balls, spending long moments inspecting her shaving technique.

  The erotic thoughts were almost too much to handle, along with her sweet caresses. He looked at her now and saw her moving forward, rising on her knees. She held him, until her body was in the perfect spot. He watched as her thigh muscles relaxed, and Jack could feel the pressure as her flesh eased and parted, until the head of his cock popped inside her body.

  She didn't move for a long moment, just letting the feelings and sensations overwhelm her as he slowly filled her.

  Jack's hands came to her hips, wanting to complete their union.

  Laena pushed them away. She grabbed his wrists and lifted his hands to her breasts instead. Her lips curved upwards in a small smile as she whispered, "This should keep your hands busy." She let her thighs relax slowly as she felt his hands close on her full breasts. As her flesh swallowed his cock, she began rocking her hips.

  Jack shoved up her shirt and began caressing her naked breasts. His squeezes on her large, round breasts matched the rhythm of her rocking.

  Laena had to grab hold of his forearms to steady herself as the sensuality swamped her senses. "Dear God!" she cried out as he plucked at her nipples.

  But he slid his hands to her waist, supporting her body. "Lift your hands behind your head."

  Laena did as Jack asked just as his hands began to control the rocking of her body. The position lifted and pointed her breasts upwards. She saw that Jack's eyes were watching the enticing jiggle and sway of her heavy breasts. Her voice was hoarse and shocked her as she spoke. "Tell me what you see...like..."

  Jack smiled, more of a grimace. "I love your big tits, Laena. They bounce and jiggle as you move and it gets me hard just watching you. My fantasy is to make love to you, and fall asleep suckling your nipple. And when I awaken, I start all over again, with your nipple already in my mouth. I'll suck your nipples until they are long and pointed. I'll suck them hard so when you pull free, we both hear the erotic wet plop of it coming out of my mouth."

  Laena cried out at his words. Her body responded on the most elemental level, and her orgasm rose through her. Only his hands at her waist kept her fully seated.

  He paused, watching her head roll back as his words washed over her. He could feel her body responding to each erotic word he said. "Shall I tell you my second fantasy?"

  Laena gasped, barely able to whisper, "Yes."

  "I want to come inside you, and stay there, keeping you plugged so none of my seed can run out. And then, I will fuck you again, and again, until every move you make has my seed leaking from your flesh all day long. All day, until I take you back to bed and we start all over again."

  Laena gasped and tensed as the vision of what Jack said materialized in her head. She groaned, unable to delay the climax that swept over her in the next second. Her body jerked and his hands tightened to hold her secure. She ground her hips down and rubbed her clit against him, and she came again.

  Seeing the climax overwhelm Laena was almost as gratifying as coming himself. Almost...He held her hips firmly and his pelvis moved beneath her, thrusting into her wet flesh. He came hard and fast, which wasn't surprising considering the pulling and tugging on his cock by her cunt muscles. He felt as if her body milked his cum as she spasmed repeatedly.

  Finally, his hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, just as she fell forward to lie on his chest. Jack moved his hands to her back, holding her close, as they both lay there in the silence of the afternoon.

  They savored the feeling of aftershocks coursing through their own, and the other's, body while still so intimately connected. She rubbed her cheek on his upper chest enjoying the soft curls tickling her cheek.

  Jack soon heard her soft breathing become slower and deeper, indicating that she had once again fallen asleep.

  Sometime later the ringing of a bell awoke Laena. She lifted her head to see that Jack was asleep still, and their bodies were still joined, as in his fantasy. She shivered as the sensuality of it all swept through her. She whispered his name.

  A smile was curving his lips as his eyes opened. He lifted his hand to tangle in her hair and pull her close for a soft kiss. And then, the bell rang out again.

  "Damn!" Jack cursed. "Of course, I guess this is better than her coming down here to find out how we've been filling our time."

  Laena blushed hotly and struggled off his body. She found her shorts and slipped them on quickly.

  Jack moved more slowly, sitting on the couch for a few moments. "Just watching you get dressed is a turn-on, sweetheart. Your big boobs sway and jiggle with each move you make. All I want to do is reach out and grab on, holding tight."

  Belatedly, she remembered and yanked her shirt, or rather his shirt, back down. She looked around and saw his jeans. Picking them up, she tossed them to him.

  Jack dressed more slowly, tucking his shirt in lastly. He held the door open, muttering as she walked past him, "I just hope she doesn't ask to see what we've been making out here."

  Laena gasped and glared, which earned her a light slap on her derriere as she passed him. She was tempted to stick her tongue out at him, but resisted and walked towards the house, hearing Jack close the door and follow her. She had just entered the kitchen when she saw Ruth sitting at the table, which had a view of the large backyard, including the studio's front door. She flushed, but sat at the table and accepted the glass of iced tea Ruth pushed towards her. She was sipping the tea as the door swung open again to admit Jack.

  Ruth watched Jack's gaze go from her to Laena, lingering.

  "Good afternoon, Mom. I hope you had a good nap." Jack grinned as he took the glass of tea she held up, leaning back against the sink counter.

  "I had a lovely long snooze." Ruth nodded. "It reminded me of the early days of my marriage to your father before you came along. Many times he and I enjoyed a lovely nap after our dinner." Ruth smiled, looking from Jack to Laena. "I rang the bell to let you know we have an hour to get ready before our dinner reservations." Ruth told her son and the young woman she was coming to love as a daughter, hiding her smile behind her glass of tea, sipping slowly. Things were progressing much better than she could have hoped for.

  Chapter 9

  The drive into town was filled with talk between Jack and his mother, who insisted on taking the backseat of Jack's car. They were all dressed in their finery, which gave Laena the first chance to wear the new dress Ruth had insisted on buying her a few weeks back. Being black was the only thing simple and understated about the dress. It was high-necked, and fit almost like skin to her hips, where it was draped and caught in a sexy rhinestone clasp that rested on her right hip. The material ended a few inches short of her knees, and was slit partway in the back, to allow easier walking.

  Other than clasping around her neck, no material appeared again until the very small of her back, where the skirt began. She had added the velvet thigh-length jacket in deep red that Ruth had insisted she buy. Laena questioned the red color, but Ruth had pointed out that the rhinestone clip was clear and red stone, so it was a perfect match. And sometimes, it took too much energy to argue with the older woman.

  Laena was surprised when Jack pulled up outside the only expensive restaurant in the area. The real shock was that Ruth had gotten reservations at the last minute like this.

  The parking attendants opened their doors, and Jack walked between the two women as they entered the restaurant. As the maitre d' greeted them almost obsequiously, Laena guessed Ruth did some major name-dropping to get their last-minute reservations. Ev
idently, Jack was a favored son of the town, because of his former position.

  They were shown to a lovely table, which wasn't in the least secluded. As they were seated, Laena caught the wry look Jack shot his mother. He was obviously just as aware of what Ruth had done, as she was. As he turned from his mother, he caught her gaze. As he smiled slowly, sensuously, his gaze told her he remembered their times earlier in the day.

  Their waiter gave them menus, and Jack ordered a bottle of wine. After sitting for a few minutes, Laena became too warm to keep the velvet wrap on any longer. She tried to slip it off and then put it over her shoulders only.

  But Jack was too quick. He stood and moved behind her to remove it all the way.

  As he folded the jacket over his arm, he glanced down and saw the bare expanse of skin now exposed. "Holy shit!" Jack said in surprise.

  He looked away and found his mother watching him, grinning. Without a doubt, his mother knew about the surprise beneath the coat. Frowning as his thoughts raced through his head, he shook them off.

  "May I check madam's coat?" The waiter returned, offering politely.

  Jack looked at Laena. Even as he noted the bright flush that stained her cheeks, he saw her start to shake her head. Emboldened and feeling naughty, he grinned and handed the coat to the waiter. If he had to suffer, then so would she, he decided with a soft laugh.

  Ruth lowered her head and covered her grin with a sip from her wineglass. As she looked up though, she couldn't stop the gasp of chagrin. Across the dining room, yet only about four or five tables away, sat her son Michael. He was not alone. He and his wife were having dinner with his partner, Jeff Hunt, and his new wife, and former nurse, Arlene. Jeff's father Frank had also joined them.

  "Oh my!" Laena said quietly.

  Jack turned to look when he heard Laena echo his mother's surprise. He recognized everyone at the other table but the one woman, who he quickly assumed was the "nurse in Jeff's office". He muttered a succinct, "Damn it."