by Ford, Mia
Jay was more than ready for another round of hot, sensual, sex. I had changed into my sexiest lingerie before he got there and judging by the way his eyes widened the moment he saw me walking through the door, I could say he was very pleased with it. Of course the lingerie did not linger on my body for very long.
The second we made it to the bedroom we were all over each other pulling and yanking each other’s clothes off. Jay was wearing his typical tight t shirt that clung to his lean, muscular body and his broad shoulders. I peeled it off his body quickly and jerked it over his head.
The moment his muscles were free I began to rub my hands over his chest, tracing the outline of his seductive pecs and then allowing my hands to move down the line separating his washboard abs until I reached his belt.
Jay stopped peeling my lingerie off long enough to let me take a bit of control. I loved how he enjoyed it when I decided to operate things. I’d always had a bit of an issues relinquishing control in the bedroom. I loved to be in charge. I wanted to prolong the pleasure and allow it to border on blissful pain before pushing it to the next level. So far I’d trusted few others to understand this instinctively and do it properly, but I had high promise for Jay.
I unbuckled his belt slowly and pulled it open. Then I unfastened and unzipped his pants letting them fall to the floor.
“What is behind this door?” I teased tapping my finger on the bulge through his boxer shorts.
“Oh, I think you will be thrilled with the surprises that you find,” Jay said.
I giggled.
Jay leaned forward and kissed me hard as he stepped out of his pants, wrapped me up in his arms and lifted me up. He carried me across the room and laid me gently on the bed where he immediately began to finish unwrapping my body from my lingerie.
Suddenly, I was bare naked. Jay smiled and then placed his mouth between my legs. Instantly he was moving his tongue up and down on my wet slit, slipping it inside the lips, and then letting it drift on up towards the top where he flicked the clit a few times.
I couldn’t hold back the moans as he continued to take care of me. Why had I been so weary about calling him? This was amazing. I couldn’t think of anything else in the world I would have rather been doing or with anyone else.
Actually, it was the last thought that terrified me. I was becoming more involved with Jay, wasn’t I? As he pleasured me and I felt my orgasm slowly starting to stir, I knew that I was getting closer to him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. I’d always had a problem keeping emotions and sex separated; why did I think that this time might be different?
I guess I just wanted to try it and see how far I could take things. Was that such a crime? No. I was also the type of person who loved to grow and explore as much about the world and myself as I could. This was an experience and I was ready to experience all that was possible out of it.
And right now Jay was giving me the ride of my life. His tongue was sturdy, yet slick and almost velvet like. I couldn’t resist guiding the back of his head with my hand as he’d done when I’d sucked his beautiful cock just yesterday. I wanted to taste him again. It was so delicious…
“Fuck me,” I demanded. I knew that if this kept going much longer I was going to climax and I wanted my first climax of the evening to be on his huge, long cock. He must have been at least nine inches and very thick. His shaft was smooth with a long, cut, head that was made for sucking. Just the very thought of it entering my body made me ache with pleasure.
Jay pulled stood up and pulled down his underwear. His perfect cock swung free, jutting out from his body.
He climbed between my legs and with a slight movement on his part was deep inside of me. My body was wet and accepting as he pushed past flesh and moved it out of the way gaining access to my body. I gasped with pleasure, my toes curling under and my back undulating upwards as if I’d just been struck in the back by some unseen force.
Jay paid no attention as he began to pound into me savagely, just the way I loved it. I quickly wrapped my legs around him, looking down at his muscular and beautiful looking ass. Reaching down with my fingers I grabbed hold of his fine, muscular cheeks.
He smiled and kissed me hard on the mouth as I dug my fingers into the muscles of his buttocks. The harder I dug my fingers into his skin the more he seemed to enjoy the slight bit of pain. He was so close to me now that only his cock was allowed to move away from my body just briefly long enough to prepare to reenter me and slam into my pussy.
As he bucked harder and faster into me my hands on his ass started to move a bit, as if ricocheting off his muscular cheeks and drifting towards the fine separation of his crack.
My finger began tracing his crevice opening slowly, edging along the outside and then in between those cheeks.
“Do it,” Jay groaned as he fucked me.
I immediately went for it, slipping two of my fingers into his cheeks until I found his waiting hole. I probed his asshole with just one finger at first and then dipped both of them deep inside.
“Fuck!” Jay said. “That’s it baby. Keep doing that!”
I did as instructed. This new twist to things spurred Jay to fuck me even harder. I was getting so close to coming….It was almost there…
But while I felt the orgasm mounting, getting ready to be released, I made sure to maintain pressure on his ass and allow my fingers to dangle inside the hole. I’d always been curious to try this and I’m not sure what made me decide to do this now, but Jay was really into it and the fact that it gave him pleasure made it so hot for me.
“OH SHIT!” I exclaimed.
As quickly as could be my climax was suddenly there. I felt it building but I thought it was going to be a few minutes. But right there it was.
I felt the pressure all the way up inside my abdomen as my stomach muscles contracted triggered by the orgasm below. My toes curled under so much I thought they might actually break creating widespread cramping in the arches of both feet. My calf muscles joined in and for a brief moment I thought I was going to black out from the cramp pain, but then like some kind of savior an overwhelming feeling of immense pleasure rocked through my body and I felt higher than I imagined any drug could have ever taken me. I was floating upwards and outwards at the same time, my mind taking me places I’d never even dreamt of before.
And when I came back down I was fading fast asleep in my bed with Jay’s muscular arms wrapped around me.
Chapter Seven
Jay
3 Weeks Later…
I had left the arms of sleep earlier than normal. My alarm was usually set for four-thirty, but I was awake and ready to tackle the day at a quarter till four. My body was tired and screamed for me to continue lying in bed, but my mind was too agitated. Did I have another nightmare? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t always remember the dreams until sometimes hours after I woke up, if I even remembered them at all.
Knowing fully well that I was not going to calm my brain down enough to get back to any sort of meaningful rest before my day was typically ready to begin, I forced my tired bones out of the bed and was out the door before I knew it.
The cool air of the morning was usually enough to wake me up and get my blood pumping to feed my active body as I started my jog (slow at first) which would last for at least two miles, sometimes closer to three depending on how much time I had and how much I felt I needed.
I’d barely started jogging when the memories of the dream came flooding back into my head. Dammit. I was hoping against hope that I would escape the confines of the ‘waking nightmare’ as I called it for today and be able to just go on with life as normal.
But no such luck. The stars had it in for me today apparently.
It was the same dream. It always happened the same way. And it invaded my sleeping mind at least three times a week, but lately it had been happening almost every single night.
The nightmare wasn’t so much a dream as it was a recollection of something very real, something I’d
long tried with every molecule of my makeup to forget. But I knew that I would never forget even one iota of what happened that night.
As I tried to ignore the thoughts, flashes of images kept bolting through my head as if riding flashes of lightning sizzling holes into my brain. I concentrated on my jogging form, my feet hitting the pavement, and my breathing--anything to forget it all.
But there it was, beckoning for full recollection.
It was my first tour of duty in the war. It was twelve years ago--the summer of 2006. Me and a few of my platoon were enjoying a peaceful night off. A few of us were sitting around outside in the desert heat thankful the sun had finally gone down and the temperatures had cooled to a blazing hot ninety-eight degrees.
And then the blast went off. I almost stumbled as I recalled the sound of the explosion rocking throughout my skull. How I wasn’t deaf to this day remained a mystery, but somehow I’d been lucky. I tried to ignore the visions, opening and closing my eyes hoping that my mind would listen this time and I wouldn’t be able to recall anymore. I didn’t think I could deal with it today. My mind wasn’t quite right for it. I just wanted to ---
“HELP! PLEASE!”
The screams broke through the night piercing through the nightmarish visions and ripping me from my own inner turmoil. The screams were real. They weren’t in my head. Where were they coming from?
“GO AWAY! NO!”
Then the sound was muffled, but I had heard enough to locate that it was coming from an alley just about twenty feet from me. I recognized that I was running behind a large warehouse that had been converted into a night club called The Nip. It was a fairly popular hangout for the young soldiers in basic training on their free days.
I quickened my pace and sprinted down the street, turning a sharp right into the alley and rushing full speed ahead without a moment’s thought to what I might be facing in the next few seconds. Someone was in trouble. It sounded like a woman’s voice.
And there I saw it.
A woman was being dragged towards a beat up old car about ten feet from her. Closer to me was a newer, four door sedan which I suppose was probably her own car.
She was fighting and kicking like mad at her attacker who was hell bent on dragging her into his vehicle and taking her who knew where.
“Hey!” I yelled.
The attacker was startled for a moment. As he saw me rushing forward he threw the woman to the side where she landed hard on the asphalt with a loud thud. She was a young woman in her mid-twenties, very attractive, and well-dressed.
The man standing before me was big and hulking, wearing all black with an evil scowl on his face. I’d heard rumors of a sex trafficking ring picking up in the Louisville area. Apparently, they were branching out towards the suburbs too.
“You’d better beat it, or you are a dead man,” the assailant growled.
I stopped a few feet in front of him. The woman was out of immediate danger, but I had no way of knowing what this guy was going to do or if he had a weapon. Either way, I was prepared for anything.
“I don’t think so,” I said.
The man laughed and produced a large knife from behind him. “You were warned…”
With that the large assailant lunged forward shoving the knife towards my chest. I quickly sidestepped the knife at the last moment and using an Aikido hold I grabbed the man’s shoulder and with one small jerking movement pulled his arm out of its socket.
He screamed as the knife fell to the ground clattering in the dark, quiet night. I punched the attacker in the side as hard as I could, feeling bone crunch beneath the blow and then I followed up with a hard elbow to the chin effectively knocking the man to the ground where he lay motionless.
I trotted over to check on the woman.
“Hey, are you alright?” I asked.
The woman looked up at me with beautiful, but terrified eyes. She was starting to get to her feet and brushing the dirt off her nice dress.
“I…I think…so,” She said.
“We’d better call the cops,” I said.
“OK. My phone is in my purse over ---behind you!”
I hurled around just in time to see the man bringing the knife at my core. I was able to move just enough that the blade only stabbed me in the side. It was difficult to tell, but I felt that the knife did not enter me too deeply. But it hurt like hell. I could almost feel my flesh ripping from my body and splitting open. The wound quickly filled with blood that felt warm and sticky against my skin.
I flew into a fury and as the attacker lunged at me once again I ducked under the blow and took the man’s legs out from under him with a vicious leg sweep. The knife once again landed on the ground and skidded away from us. Positioning myself so that I could put the man in a rear naked chokehold, I then applied pressure until the man eventually passed out. He was not getting up this time.
“OH MY GOD!” The woman screamed. “He stabbed you!”
“It’s not bad,” I said.
She hustled over to her purse and grabbed her phone. “We have to get you to a hospital.” She quickly dialed nine-one-one.
“I don’t think it’s that serious,” I protested.
But I could tell that this woman was not taking no for an answer and I was too tired and in too much pain to argue with her.
* * *
I walked out of the hospital exam room feeling a little sore, but mostly relieved that my own diagnosis had been right on the money. The stab wound wasn’t that deep and only needed a few stitches. The attractive female doctor who had examined me seemed to be awfully enjoying stitching up my muscular torso. Her hands were soft, almost sensual or perhaps it was my imagination running wild with me. I had a tendency to do that. I was tempted to see how far I could take the hospital emergency room experience, but I was still in pain and exhausted. Plus I had a long day of work ahead of me. If I hurried I might only be an hour late.
When I reached the waiting room and was heading for the door the young woman that I’d helped was standing there waiting for me. I hadn’t expected to ever see her again. After the police arrived and she gave them a statement I felt that she would have just gone on home. But there she was looking even more attractive than she had in that dark alley. I noticed that she actually looked a bit like Naomi.
Naomi…it had been almost three weeks since I’d seen her. After the last amazing night we spent together she again made it abundantly clear that we were better off as friends and that the sex between us had to stay casual.
I agreed, reluctantly, and I’d meant it when I once again agreed to it. But I’d missed her. I hadn’t contacted her because I felt that she would feel smothered if I did. She obviously was not ready for anything that might be misconstrued as a relationship, and I wasn’t about to push her for anything more, but still I wanted her. The sex was beyond anything I ever could have dreamt, but there was so much more about Naomi that I wanted. She hadn’t really even opened up to me much, and I couldn’t explain how I felt exactly, but I knew that when I wasn’t with her I felt like a piece of myself was missing.
It was very confusing. We’d only known each other a very short while and we’d only spent a few evenings together. How was I that struck on a woman I barely knew?
I was hoping the time away would help, but so far all it had done was make me feel lonely and a bit miserable. I’d tried to keep busy with the softball team and work was always there. I enjoyed what I did and I loved the satisfaction of watching these new recruits transform into soldiers right in front of my eyes, but there was something profoundly missing from my life and I had a feeling Naomi was the answer.
“It’s good to see you are alive,” the woman said with a smile.
I laughed good-naturedly. “Yeah, it was touch and go there for a minute, but I somehow managed to pull through.”
“Listen I wanted to thank you for saving me. If you hadn’t been there…"
Tears welled up in her eyes as her voice caught in her throat.
“Thanks,” she said. “By the way I’m Brie. I don’t think I introduced myself earlier.”
“I’m Jay,” I replied. “It’s nice to meet you, Brie.”
“You too,” she said. “I don’t want to hold you up but I have to repay you some way.”
I smiled. “That’s not necessary at all. I don’t need to be repaid for doing the right thing.”
“I still want to,” Brie said. “Would you come to dinner Sunday?”
“I’m sorry?” I asked.
“Well, my family does these get-togethers like once or twice a month where my whole family—just my immediate family, so my mom, dad, brother, and sister—we get together and have a nice dinner together. My mom fixes the best stuff. Her mashed potatoes are famous, I kid you not.”
I had to laugh at the way Brie was selling this dinner and those mashed potatoes (my favorite) sounded very good.
“I appreciate the offer,” I said. “But I don’t want to intrude on your family. That sounds like a family tradition and I wouldn’t belong.”
“Oh, poppycock. I want you to be my guest and I refuse to take no for an answer. Now, are you free Sunday or not?”
I nodded and let out a long sigh. I clearly was not going to win this one. “Ok, what time?”
She smiled.
Chapter Eight
Naomi
“That smells amazing!”
I smiled at my brother, Roger’s enthusiasm as he plopped down in the chair diagonally across from mine. I had to agree with him that the ham smelled extra delicious and I was going to corner my mother to ask her exactly what recipe she used later. My mother was an amazing cook and full of incredible food insights which had been passed down from three generations she claimed. My sister and I were both wondering when we were going to get the benefit of that tradition and the recipes be passed down to us.