by Susan Renee
“Yeah? You like that?” I ask, spreading kisses down her neck and across her collar bone, as my hand slides down her body.
“Mmm…hmm” she responds.
Tenderly I lift her t-shirt above her head. She’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are on display for my viewing pleasure, and they are exquisite. Better than any magazine centerfold I could ever see. Because these babies are real. Slowly I lift my hand, circling my finger around her nipple, watching it harden without my even touching it. Veronica arches her back and bites her lip.
“You are so sexy,” I tell her before leaning over and covering her nipple with my mouth. At the same time my hand moves beneath her panties, my fingers sliding in and around her.
“Jack!” she cries, panting.
“I know, Baby. Just relax. You deserve this. I’m so fucking proud of you.” I roll over on top of her and slide down her body, lifting her legs slowly over my shoulders. The deep breath she takes tells me she knows what’s coming. She grabs the sheets on both sides of her when my tongue licks the apex of her thighs.
“OHHHHH MYYY GOD!” She screams. “Shhhhh!” I chuckle. “We don’t need anyone to call the police. I wouldn’t begin to know how to explain this one.”
Veronica tries to laugh but the party going on between her legs is merciless as my tongue connects with her swollen skin over, and over, and over, again.
“Jack, stop.” She pants. “I don’t want to end this way. Not today. I want to feel you. Please, Jack.”
“Are you sure?” I don’t want to ask, but I feel like I have to since we’ve never gone all the way before.
“Yes. Put me down.” She squirms anxiously. “I want to be on top. I want to be the driver.”
Lord, have mercy.
I easily lift her entire body, carrying her until I turn around and lie back on the bed. She slides down from straddling my neck and unbuckles my pants. I lift my hips so that she can easily shimmy my pants down my legs to my ankles. The mere thought of what might actually happen tonight has me harder than I think I’ve ever been, which surprises me given the fact that I prepared for tonight just a little over an hour ago. Veronica reaches into my boxers and unabashedly grabs my very hard, very excited dick. I’m all too proud that so far, I haven’t pulled a “Destiny” as Jacoby has called it for the last three years.
“Condom, baby. In my wallet. Back pocket of my jeans.”
“Got it.” She leans back, her entire body on display for me. While she opens the package, I reach up and grab her breasts, rolling them in my hands and watching her melt beneath me.
“I don’t…” She shakes her head, holding the condom. “I’ve never…”
“Here, let me.” I take the condom from her and roll it over me, wincing at the tightness, but anxiously awaiting what comes next. Veronica’s lips turn up in a sexy smile that makes me want to suck her face for the entire night. She climbs over me, my hands on her waist and lowers herself onto me slowly, deliberately.
“Ohhhhh yeah.” I groan. “You okay?” I need to make sure she’s not in pain, but good God does this feel good.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just stretching.”
“Take your time,” I tell her.
“Mmm…” She lifts herself slowly before sinking back down, taking all of me inside her. I get to watch her as she repeats her movements again and again, picking up her pace each time. I get to watch as her tits bounce up and down with every move she makes. “Yes, Jack,” she says. “Soo good.”
As my excitement builds I begin to thrust faster and harder until, our bodies are slamming against each other in tandem. I grab her hips and pull her down on me with force every time she thrusts against me, listening as she screams my name.
But something is wrong.
I’m not feeling this anymore.
What’s happening?
She moves her hips forward ever so slightly before I hear “Ew! What is that?”
“Ow! Ow, ow! STOP!” I shout, grabbing her hips and nearly throwing her off of me.
“Oh, my God, what? What happened?” She pants, sitting on the side of the bed beside me. She looks down and sees exactly what the problem is. Horrified she asks, “What happened to your penis?”
“Nothing happened to it.” I try to defend my manhood. “It just…stopped working.”
“Do you suffer from erectile dysfunction?” she whispers.
“What? No!” I tell her. I want to tell her that this has to be because I masturbated before being with her, but how the hell would that make her feel? She would think I didn’t have any faith in her or our relationship. She would think I didn’t want to be with her. She would think all the wrong things. “It just…happens…sometimes.”
“It’s never happened before.” She looks disgusted as she reaches for her shirt and slides it back on.
“I’m sorry. I don’t always have control of stuff like this.” I explain.
“But this was supposed to be my night?” She whines. “This was a great day and I really wanted to celebrate.”
“I know Babe. I’m so sorry.”
And thanks for the emasculation.
She sits beside me and sighs, clearly pissed that our intimate time was cut short by a limp dick. After a few minutes of silence between us, she throws her leg over mine, naked from the waist down, and says, “You’re still going to get me off though, right?”
2017
Jax: I think we should meet.
* * *
NoRagrets: I would love that. I’m sure we can make it work somehow. What part of Connecticut are you from?
* * *
Jax: Uh, well, here, there, and everywhere, but I work and live in Mystic. Love it here. Great place to live. Are you familiar?
The foster system wasn’t kind to me growing up. I went from family to family for several years until the Schmidts took me and finally adopted me. Even to this day I never want to let them down. I feel like I owe them my best every single day for giving me life, a life any foster kid would dream of having. And then there’s Jacoby and the rest of the Malloys. My life got even better, the day I met them all. I suddenly had a great life, and a best friend who never judged me for being that kid who pretty much knew nothing about being a kid, let alone an adolescent boy.
I always made it my priority to make sure nobody ever regrets what they’ve given me. The Schmidts paid for my college education, and I repaid them by graduating Magna Cum Laude and Valedictorian of my class. I finished law school, also at the top of my class, and although I could’ve gone on to work with many other perhaps more prestigious firms in Boston or Manhattan, I chose to stay close to my family, here in Mystic. I make it a point to spend time with them when I can. I didn’t get to have a real family before the eighth grade, so I’ll be damned if I’m just going to walk away from it now.
* * *
NoRagrets: Are you fucking with me?
* * *
Jax: Uhh…no? Why?
* * *
NoRagrets: You’re not going to believe this. I’m from Mystic too! Born and raised!
* * *
Jax: No shit! That’s fantastic! Then we should absolutely meet! It would be tragic not to.
* * *
NoRagrets: I’m totally game. Wait, what’s your last name? Did I ever even ask?
* * *
Jax: Hahaha it’s Schmidt. Jack Schmidt. How about this Saturday?
* * *
NoRagrets: Schmidt like Crane, Poole, and Schmidt? (I was a huge Boston Legal fan) And I have a commitment Saturday afternoon.
* * *
Jax: haha yes. I loved that show too. The world needs more Denny Crane these days. And that’s okay. We can do a different day.
* * *
NoRagrets: But I can be free Saturday evening as long as you don’t mind if I’m mildly dressed up.
* * *
Jax: Not at all. How about drinks at The Harp and Hound?
* * *
NoRagrets: One of my favorite places! Is eight
o-clock too late? I’m not positive I’ll be available much before then.
* * *
Jax: No, not too late at all. As long as you don’t mind if I’m in my bathrobe and slippers. (Ps. Kidding)
* * *
NoRagrets: Great! Umm, I’ll be wearing a purple sweater dress with boots.
* * *
Jax: Great. I’ll find you. Eight o-clock on Saturday. Harp and Hound.
* * *
NoRagrets: I’m really excited to finally meet you face to face. What a small world that we both live in Mystic, huh?
* * *
Jax: Yeah. Like it was meant to be. Goodnight, Linda. Sweet dreams.
* * *
NoRagrets: Goodnight Jack.
Chapter Ten
LInDA
It’s Jenna’s big day and her sister, Bethy, and I have been running around like headless chickens. Knowing that Jenna has Jacoby to keep her calm, and that Bethy and I know what we’re doing, it’s easy to do the grunt work for her, setting up the lingerie booth, displaying her pieces on the mannequins, setting out business cards and pamphlets etc. I know she appreciates the work and I’m beyond proud of her accomplishments. With just a little luck, this fashion show could change her life.
“Holy balls! Did you see who is here?” Bethy asks me in her best shout-whisper.
“No, who’s here? Is it a Kardashian? I hear they never miss these types of things…though I wouldn’t have expected them in Mystic.”
“No, it’s not a Kardashian! It’s better than that! At least for Jenna!”
“Oh, then who is it?” I mimic her obvious excitement.
“It’s Melinda Wexing, from the Top Drawer!” She exclaims.
“The Top Drawer, as in the number one lingerie company in the U.S.?” I ask cautiously.
“YES! That’s the one!” Beth squeals. “I don’t even think Jenna knows! I have to find her.”
“Noooo you don’t.” I tug on her arm pulling her back from making a monumental mistake.
“What? Of course, I do! Are you kidding me?”
“Beth, did you see how stressed she was last night? How overwhelmed but on point she is today? Girl, if you tell her something that big, you’re going to set off all of her internal alarms. You’re going to stress her out to the max because she’s going to feel the need to impress.”
“Yeah, I get that, but you don’t think she should know that they’re here?”
I shrug. “If they like her stuff, they’ll seek her out. If they don’t like it, they’ll leave and she won’t be any worse for the wear.”
“True.” Beth contemplates. “Okay. I won’t say anything. But you better keep her away from me because she knows when I’m hiding shit like that from her.”
“Oh, I’ll hold you back, girl. No worries.” I wink. Once the work is done and we’re waiting for the show to start, I pull my phone from my belt to check for messages. I’ve been very cautious throughout the day not to say anything to Jenna – because duh, this day is all about her – and have tried not to get too excited. This is the first time I’ve ever talked to anyone through an online dating service, let alone actually meeting him in person. Things can always go wrong and with me, they either do, or I walk before they get a chance to. This time though, I’m really looking forward to some fun company for the evening, and if I’m lucky, I’ll get lucky with a nice guy instead of some creep from the bar.
Except I’m meeting him in a bar.
“Hey. You guys ready? I have a feeling that tonight’s going to be a good night.” Jenna squeals.
“Great.” I roll my eyes. “Now that song is going to be stuck in my head forever.”
Jenna laughs and wraps her arms around me in a huge hug. “Sorry, but in case I forget to say it later, thank you for all the shit you’ve done in the past few days to help out with all this. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Honey I wouldn’t miss it and you know that. What are besties for, right?” I squeeze her tightly right back. “I’m so proud of you. You’re going to be great tonight. I have a good feeling.”
“Yeah? You think so?” she asks nervously.
“I don’t think so. I know so.” I smile. “I’m going to go man the booth. Good luck out there. Break a leg…or…trip over a shoe…or whatever they say in this biz.”
When the lingerie portion of the fashion show ends, there is a whirlwind of activity at our booth. Within no time at all, Leslie, the owner of the boutique selling Jenna’s pieces, sells out of every last piece of lingerie that Jenna packed for today. They were even stripped off the mannequins. I’m in awe that her pieces were that popular – not that I didn’t think they would be – and that her name became one to remember tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of my best friend. Before going to find Jenna, I check my phone one more time to make certain there aren’t any messages from Jack. I don’t know why I expected him to cancel on me, but I’m glad he hasn’t. This has been a remarkable evening and I’ll be happy to celebrate with him later.
“As soon as your portion of the show was over, ladies were flocking to us to get their hands on anything they could. And FYI, the black corset piece…genius! Everyone wants one. They love the pink ruffles! Nicely done!”
“Oh, my gosh, Leslie, thank you so much for all of your help,” Jenna gushes.
Beth shakes her head stunned. “I can’t believe we sold out! There was a ton of inventory.”
“Well I can believe it.” I wink. “That shit would make a possessed Linda Blair look like a fucking sex goddess.” Jacoby and Jenna burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Nothing,” Jacoby tells me. “Inside vomit joke.”
“Excuse me, Ms. Zimmerman?” Jenna turns toward a man and a woman standing before us, dressed immaculately in what I would call fashion suits. Totally not something I would wear, but I’m not rich and fabulous so there’s that.
“Uh, yes. Yes, that’s me. I’m umm. I’m Jenna Zimmerman,” she responds, looking a little star-struck. Okay, a lot star-struck.
The woman extends her hand to Jenna. “My name is Melinda Wexing, I’m a buyer and the Director of Design for…”
“Top Drawer.” Jenna interrupts her, shaking her hand. Her face turns pink quickly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. It’s just that, well, I’m sure you know that your reputation precedes you. The Top Drawer Lingerie Boutique is the most well respected lingerie company in the country. We used to study the company when I was in school.”
Melinda smiles warmly. “Ah, I’m glad to see that you are as excited to meet us as we are to meet you.”
Jenna is speechless, which doesn’t happen often. It’s such a thrill seeing her in her prime, doing something she’s passionate about doing. And if I must say, she looks blissfully happy with Jacoby by her side. I stand with Jenna and the gang as she finishes her conversation with Ms. Wexing, excited to see what the future brings for my best friend.
“Well isn’t this just the best day any of us could have asked for?” I announce. “Beth and Jizza are going to make a shit-ton of money from the sale of their lingerie line, Jenna is chasing after her dream, and I have a hot date tonight!”
Jenna turns to me, astounded to be hearing my latest news. “You what? You have a date? You didn’t tell me you had a date!”
“Yeah well, I do!” I respond.
“With who?” she asks.
“A super mega hot guy named Jack. He’s kind of quiet, a little quirky, but different from most of the guys I’ve dated before. And he’s a lawyer.” I shrug. “I’m kind of excited.”
“Quiet, quirky, hot guy named Jack who is also a lawyer…” Jacoby repeats. “I bet his last name is Schmidt.” He elbows Jenna and she laughs.
But I don’t laugh.
My jaw flies open. “As a matter of fact, it is Schmidt. You know him?”
Jacoby laughs harder. “Know him? I grew up with him! He’s my best friend.”
“
Shut up. You’re joking,” I argue.
Jacoby pulls his phone out of his pocket, hits the home button and scrolls through a few pictures until he finds what he’s looking for. He holds up a picture of he and Jack together. “Is this the guy you’re seeing tonight?”
My hand flies to my forehead. “Yeah. It is. Holy shit! How did this happen? Oh, my God. Did you plan this? Did you plan for us to meet? You totally did, Malloy, didn’t you?”
Continuing to laugh he answers. “No ma’am, I did not. I swear. Where did you two meet?”
“Uh…” I blush. “On an online dating site.”
“What?” Jenna laughs at the same time Jacoby exclaims, “No shit!”
“You tried online dating and you didn’t tell me?”
“I know, I know. It’s not my usual M.O. but I was bored one night and thought I would give it a try just for shits and giggles. It was actually something I was going to have us both do before this guy hole-punched his way into your life,” I tell her, hitching a thumb toward Jacoby. “Anyway, then I was matched with him and we’ve been talking, and one thing led to another, and once we learned we were in the same town we knew we wanted to see what happens. I mean, it’ll be fine, right? He’s hot. He seems nice, and if I’m lucky, I may even get laid!” I wink.
“Mmm…I don’t know about that,” Jacoby warns.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. You just don’t know Jack Schmidt,” he says.
I listen to his words but stop short of responding and crack up laughing instead.