by Dark Angel
I quickly grab my keys and then slam the door shut. I head next door wondering about the treatment that I’m about to see and wonder if my neighbors can see me right now? I shake my head at the thought of it. I don’t care if they do see me. The only person in my mind is Jason. I press the bell and wait for him to open the door. I stand for what feels like forever, but it could only be a few seconds as my heart beats out of control.
“I was worried that you wouldn’t open the door.” I smile at him, but he says nothing. He just stares at me with a blank look. I’m disappointed to see that he has on clothes. I know it’s crazy after what I did, but I wish that we could go back to how it was two days ago when he opened the door in his boxers.
I wish that he would slam the door and take me as he did by my pool.
I feel ashamed about my behavior and my dismissal about the way he feels about me. I shouldn’t have shut him down as I’d done earlier. It was wrong.
He moves to the side, and then I slip through the door. I take a deep breath and say, “Anytime that you want to come back to the pool then you’re more than welcome.”
He rolls his eyes and moves away from me. I stand there like a jilted bride. He goes to the living room and sits down. He has his books out, and I wonder if I should just go back home. This isn’t working so far.
He looks up as I tower him.
“Jennifer, if that’s the only reason you came around here, then I get the message and thanks for allowing me to use your pool,” he says it so sarcastically that I can’t help but sit next to him and tell him exactly what’s on my mind.
“Jason, what I said to you was wrong.”
He’s not looking at me, but flicking through his papers. Then he lifts a book and puts it on his lap and sinks into the leather sofa. He’s ignoring me. I get it. I deserve it.
“I have only had sex with one man. One time. No other time and I’m thirty-six-years-old. That one time resulted in conceiving Daniel.”
I take a deep breath and then no longer is Jason looking at the book or even ignoring me. He’s staring at me.
“This was the first time that I felt like a woman, and it scared me so much for so many reasons. Part of it is your age. The other is Daniel is your friend. Maybe if you didn’t know him then it would be so much easier. If I didn’t know Carla maybe there would be nothing wrong with this whole scenario. Tom only died recently, I feel as if I’m moving on and his grave hasn’t even turned cold yet. It’s just not right. Then again, if I’d known that Tom was gay when I married him then…” “You would have still married him?”
Jason puts the book on the table and waits for a response.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it like that. If I did, then I wouldn’t have had Daniel and I love him so very much,” I choke.
“In eighteen years of marriage, you’ve never had sex?”
I lift up one finger.
He nods. “Right. Only once.”
I sigh as I sink into the sofa. “So, is this right? I just don’t know, Jason. I just don’t know.”
Jason doesn’t say anything, but sinks back into the sofa with me. But I know that he’s not as hostile as he was when he opened the door because he takes my hand and kisses the back of it. I look across, and he’s not looking at me as if he’s lost in his thoughts.
Jason
This whole thing is nuts; she’s going through a hard time right now. But she’s not the only one. I can’t believe that she’s only had sex only once. That’s a fucking tragedy. I wonder how many times he had sex with male prostitutes?
I dismiss the thought from my mind. I can tell that she’s hurting. The palm of her hand is sweating, and her nipples are so fucking erect that I’m trying to focus on talking, not taking her on top of the sofa right now, but it’s so fucking hard.
“What I feel for you right now, Jason, it’s not right,” she sighs as she takes her hand away from me.
I hate the way that she does that. One minute I feel as if I’m able to let go and just talk to her. I don’t talk to anyone, not really. The only person that I probably say or even ask some things is Mom, and this is one thing that I’ll never talk to her about.
“I don’t understand it, Jennifer. I’m not about to pretend that I do either. You were with a man that never wanted you for eighteen years and to make matters worse, you never left him.”
She laughs. “He left me.”
I tilt my head from side-to-side. “I suppose in a way he did.”
And then the atmosphere that was so fucking thick that you could cut a knife, turns into one that we’re both sitting on the couch and looking at each other for the first time since she came through the door.
“Seems like you have a lot of work to do,” she says as she points to the books that are sprawled out on the table.
“I’m supposed to do one hour per day. But so far after two days. I’ve done zilch.”
She nods. “Right. I better leave you to it.”
I shake my head as she attempts to stand up and leave.
“Don’t go. I couldn’t study because I had too much shit running through my mind.”
She shrugs. “Thanks.”
I shake my head. “No. I didn’t mean that you’re shit. I just meant that I’d been fantasizing about being with you for so long that after it happened well, I just wanted more and then you were cruel about it. Part of me thought that you were mocking me.”
“No, Jason. I wouldn’t do that. I just thought about so many things. Like I’m older. Your mom is my friend. Daniel’s your friend. How’s he going to be about all of this?”
I shrug. “I never even thought about him in all of this, because I just couldn’t get out of my mind about what happened at the pool. Shit, I don’t believe in love at first sight. I’m not even sure if I believe in love.”
She has worked some magic on me; I’m confessing things that I’ve never been able to voice out loud.
“What I’m trying to say is that you made me feel alive in ways that I never thought were possible and I like it.”
Now, she probably does think that I’m a kid. Shit, I sound like a chump. If any of the guys spoke like that on the team, I would probably kick their ass. Tell them to get their head together, but here I am trying to tell the woman that I’ve been thinking about butt naked for so long that I’m into her.
“You want to hear something strange?”
I nod my head.
“I feel the same way too. God, this is nuts.”
I shrug. “Like being married to a man for eighteen years that was gay?”
She smiles. “Something like that. But it wasn’t so much about him being gay. There were other things that were wrong with our marriage. I could never sit down and talk to Tom the way that I’m doing with you right now. I thought that he was a good dad, but I don’t remember him going out of his way to do anything with Daniel, and he used to say some crappy things to me, and I would let him. All the time.”
I ask the magic question. The one that I asked her before. “Why did you stay with him?”
She shakes her head. “I honestly don’t know. Stupidity? Fear? God, knows, Jason. I don’t know.”
“Can you do one thing for me?” I say as I face her.
“What?” “Jennifer, stays here with me.” I pull her closer toward me. I want her right now. I didn’t get enough of her earlier and this time after we make love, I’ll make sure that she doesn’t go anywhere because I need her to stay. Here with me.
Jennifer
Taking his fingers off, he leans into me slowly, and my eyelids droop by instinct. I wait for the touch of his lips, but it doesn’t come right away; his mouth hovers over mine for a full second, and only then does he kiss me. His touch is soft and gentle, but when he finally parts his lips and runs his tongue over mine, I can feel a coiled hunger hiding in his movements.
Jason finally plants a kiss on the tips of my fingers and it sends a shiver through my body. This is a feeling I ha
ve never felt before. Nothing matters right now and we don’t ruin this moment by speaking. His other hand comes up to the back of my head running his fingers through it as he fists it and yanks my head back. His mouth is instantly over mine. Jason’s tongue caresses my lips before I pull his lip into my mouth, sucking on it. I can taste him in a raw, real way like I am touching his soul and understanding him. My hands slide up and down his back touching and caressing it.
As our tongues swirl and dance around each others, Jason presses harder into me, making sure no space remains. I put my hand out behind using the table as my anchor my foot comes up slightly.
Jason breaks our kiss and I’m gasping, the anticipation of what it is coming. The thrill now is that I don’t know what is going to be, and I just know that right now I want to trust Jason to please me, and to trust myself to let myself be happy.
Jason eyes never leave mine as he goes down to his knees right in front of me, his hands reaching for my breasts. He squeezes my tits the moment his knees touch the floor, and he squeezes them harshly, forcing a scream of delight out of my mouth.
Letting go of my breasts, he slides his fingers down to my shorts but, instead of just yanking it off me, he just hooks in fingers on the fabric. Then, moving so fast his movement becomes a blur, he takes his hands to my ass cheeks and pulls into him; he dives into me at the same time, and another loud scream explodes in my mouth as he simply crushes his face against my pussy.
His mouth is open wide, and he doesn’t waste a second; he starts sucking on my wetness over the drenched fabric of my shorts, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks. He does it hungrily, even pulling at the fabric with his teeth.
Eating me out like a man possessed, he grabs my shorts and pulls them against my outer thigh. The fabric tears and he just throws them away, his hands once again on my ass. Pushing on my cheeks, he forces me to raise my legs and I place them over his shoulders, crossing them over his shoulder blades.
“Fuck, that’s delicious,” he says as he comes up for air, but he’s on me in a heartbeat. He runs his tongue up and down my pussy lips as I hang from the ropes dangling from the ceiling, my wrists pressed against the metallic handcuffs.
My body sways back and forth as he devours me, but he manages to keep me in place, his hands grabbing my ass harshly. I feel a ball of pleasure growing inside my stomach, burning my nerve endings with fiery stabs of maddening electricity. Using his tongue to press down on my clit, he turns that ball of pleasure inside my stomach into a hurricane of ecstasy. I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my lungs working so hard that they are straining against my ribcage.
“OH GOD!” I shout, a violent orgasm stabbing my mind over and over again. I grit my teeth and just hiss when my throat gives up on me, Jason’s tongue still working my pussy with a blind fury.
My body grows limp as pleasure washes over me. I want to fall into his arms forever, and yet I also want him to fuck me.
I drag him off to his bedroom, holding his hand so tight that I find all my energy in the exhilaration of knowing that we’re going to fuck, and I’m going to be brave enough to do what I want.
Jason is what I want.
My hands on his chest, I push him back until his knees meet the edge of the bed. I force him to lie down, and then I climb on top of him, moving like a cat. Barely capable of thinking straight, I can’t tell if because of how happy I am… or how wet—I lean in, pressing my lips against his and kissing him softly.
“You’re mine now, Jason,” I purr into him, running my fingers over his chest, his tight shirt delineating the contour of his muscles. One hand on my face, he smiles, allowing his fingers to roam over to my neck and then tangles them in my hair. He yanks, forcing my head back.
“You’re mine too… Forever,” he says, craning his neck and placing his mouth on my cleavage, his lips softly brushing against the soft skin there.
I ignore any of the negative thoughts that attempt to permeate my brain and I let how good his words feel wash over me.
I lean in, my lips pressed against his neck. I start kissing him in a downward line, my mouth traveling down to his chest. I part my lips and let my tongue out, lapping at his nipples while I let my hands wander over to his hips, tracing the outlined ‘v’ that leads to the cock I have to have. My tongue runs over his abs dutifully, their hard contour enough to make me go mad.
When I get close to the hem of his boxer briefs, I lay gentle kisses around it, my eyes darting to the thick shape tenting his underwear.
“Is this for me?” I ask him, running the tip of my index finger over his member.
“Just for you,” he tells me, grinning. The moment his words hit me, I curl my fingers around his cock, gripping it harshly.
“It better be,” I tease him. “Because I’m insatiable… And I don’t like to share.”
In response, his cock pulses firmly against the palm of my hand. I start to stroke him over the fabric of his boxers, my eyes locked on his.
Sitting down on top of him, I place my crotch right above his. I rest my hands on his chest and then start to sway my hips, moving them back and forth and stroking his cock over his boxers. I feel it hardening even more, and I start becoming desperate to have him inside of me… To be on all fours while he fucks me, to be stretched wide by his huge member… But there’s time for everything. Right now, I’m under the spotlight and it’s my turn to shine.
I grind against him harder, moving my hips ferociously; I lean into him, kissing him as I move. I wonder if I’d be able to make him cum just like this, but I don’t have the mental fortitude to remain in this position for that long… So, feeling his cock pulsing against my pussy, I go lower on his body, hooking my fingers on his boxers; I tug them down his legs and throw them somewhere far off in the room. Sliding my hands from his ankles to his thighs, I lean into him, my eyes locked on his as my lips reach for his cock. I stop right before my mouth is on him, my smile turning into a grin of wickedness.
“Come on…” he groans, his cock jerking.
“Maybe I’ll make you beg… Maybe I’ll drive you crazy until you can’t take it anymore.” I love teasing him now because I know that I’m not going to run away on him. I’m not judging this all as some game, and we can feel safe together no matter how fucked up what we’re doing is, we’re doing it and we both desperately want to. One look into his eyes and I can almost see the flames of desire there, bright and wild and threatening to consume whatever’s in their way and I know that this is the kind of passion I deeply crave and I’m not letting go of it.
“Fucking hell…” he sighs, closing his eyes; I take the chance and, as soon as his eyes are shut, I grab his cock and keep it in place as I roll my lips down his shaft. Twirling my tongue around it, I go as deep as I can; only stopping when his glans is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Going back up, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, ravaging his cock with my mouth. “So… fucking good…” He says, the words hanging heavily in the air.
His words make me go even harder, and I cup his balls with one hand, massaging them gently and feeling their weight against my open palm. Warm and heavy, they are so full of his seed, and I can’t help but be impressed by the amount of cum they always manage to produce. I think back to how much I let him come all over me at the pool and how sexy that was and I’m so wet just at the thought. I actually shiver in recollection.
Sliding my mouth back out, I lick his whole length and then position myself better. Grabbing his cock, I point it upward, lift my hips up, and then start easing myself down. My pussy brushing over his cock, teasing him like this, I know it is almost too much for both of us. I crave his giant cock inside of me and I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.
“See? I can do it too…” I say with a grin, slowly allowing one inch of him inside of me. My heart is racing like mad, and I know my words are hollow: I’m not teasing him as much as I’m teasing myself. So I do the only thing I can, which is going
down as fast as I can, his cock pushing past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy. A moan tumbles out of my lips as I feel his thickness straining against my inner walls, my body allowing instinct to sit behind the steering wheel—without bothering with the build up, I start swaying my hips back and forth, his shaft massaging my insides as I go.
Throwing my head back, I slide one hand down my chest and place two fingers over my clit, rubbing it as I fuck him. It feels good to say it; I’m fucking him… It’s so easy to get lost in the semantics, but this time it means I’m the one in charge. It makes sense, really; I’m the older one in this room. God, just thinking of it is enough to make me squirm.
“Harder,” he groans, gritting his teeth and trying to thrust at me. I obey dutifully, raising my hips and letting them down in a flurry of movement, jumping up and down on his cock. My ass is bouncing and slapping his legs, and the more I do it the faster my fingers start to rub on my clit.
It doesn’t take long for my muscles to tire out, but I just ignore it; it’s still early, and there’s lots to be done. Screw exhaustion. I push through the pain and only stop when my body starts to tremble, the spark of delight igniting inside of me. My hands start to twitch and I press my fingers against my clit, holding them there as I let out one loud moan. I close my eyes, savoring what I’m sure is just going to be the first orgasm of many.
Breathing out heavily, I let ecstasy rage through me until it finally subsides, leaving that pleasant tingling feeling inside of me. Raising my hips, I slide his cock out and move my body back. He’s looking at me expectantly and, while I think of what my next move is going to be, my body reacts of its own accord.
I lean in, my lips parting as I take my mouth to his cock once more. I want to feel my scent on his cock, his shaft wet with my fluids… And that’s exactly what I do: my mouth open wide, I take his whole shaft inside my back, rolling my lips back as I suck him. The sweet scent of my pussy is coating his hard member, and that just makes me lose it completely; I start sucking and licking as if I were possessed, desire blanketing my mind and pushing all other thoughts away.