This must be that weird thing called family that his father once described to him. A sense of belonging, a sense of soul bonding and emotional draw. All he really knew about this nutty woman who showed up and usurped his life was that she was like no other he had ever met.
They drank for a few more hours and then stumbled home. That is, to their “house” where they played husband and wife for purely financial reasons. It was enough to send them both into jitters as they just barely made it through the door and them falling down to the sofa inside.
Billy laughed more moments on in, trading stories with Jane and thinking about how many white lies they must have told under the influence of liquor.
“I think at one point, Mel thought you were a rich city socialite widow. He kept thinking you were paying for all the drinks.”
“Well, see that’s the thing,” she giggled. “You always let them think what they want. It’s more fun that way. If people want to think I’m a rich and powerful woman, why would I correct them?”
“Well, you’re a powerful woman, that’s for sure. Maybe not rich but strong.”
“Hmm,” she said, looking Billy in the eye and squinting.
“What was that look?”
“It’s that same funny look you gave me, dear sir. I just hope you’re not getting too attached to me.”
“Noooo, no ma’am.”
“Good because this is all just an act, you know. Just a purely financial thing-of-a bob.”
“Of course, of course. No woman’s going to tie down Billy Jameson.”
“Well no man’s good enough for Jane Garrett. So let’s drink to that.”
They both clinked imaginary classes and smiled.
“Although one gets to wondering…” Billy said with a sly smile.
“What you got on your mind, boy?”
“Well you know, we both made it clear what we think about love. But there is always the opposite of love. That lowdown dirty thing a man and woman are capable of doing behind closed doors.”
“Ohhhh,” she said staring back at him and sneering. “I know where your mind is going.”
“I’m just proposing a perfectly reasonable scenario for our unusual situation. Neither of us are attached. But we DO become attached under the covers. And I must say, without the influence of alcohol…though it helps…you were easily the prettiest woman in that whole building tonight.”
“Aww, you think so?” she said, touching her cheek and blushing.
“So what do you say we just kiss and see what happens? No pressure, no promises. Certainly no intent on feeling anything romantic.”
“Of course not!”
“But still…just to say we gave it a try. We can kiss once and see how it feels. Because Missus Garrett-Jameson, I do declare you have a very beautiful smile. And your lips are very tempting.”
“You are such a charmer!”
“I can’t help but speak the truest thoughts of my heart.”
“Well, Mister Jameson, the problem is, I don’t have any special ‘mixes’ that will protect me from the inevitable problem.”
“Oh I see…” he said unsurely. “Well, all I offered was a kiss and I don’t expect that lip to lip contact is a risk of pregnancy, not as I understand sex anyway…”
“Yeeeah but…” she said with raised eyebrows, “Something tells me once you get a taste of it, you’re going to have a hard time slowing down. I know how cowboys think, you see. And they usually don’t think with the head up here.”
“Come on, you can trust me. I’ll know when you stop.”
“Hmmm,” she said. “I don’t know about a kiss. Sometimes a kiss means a lot more than a kiss. But I’ll tell you what…”
“What?”
“Have you ever been to a house of ill-fame?”
“Well of course,” he said with a smile. “The girls at the saloon all know my name.”
“Yeah but sugar,” she said, squinting her eyes. “I mean not like a saloon house with easy women and drinks. I mean a real parlor. A brothel of painted ladies.”
“Well…” he said uncertainly. “To tell you the truth, I never really had to go to one of those houses. There were plenty of women at the saloons who were like putty in a man’s hands after a few drinks and a few presents. That’s the kind of thing a fellow does when he’s alone and has no other options.”
“Yeah…because I was wondering just how much you knew about what men and women do to each other. Outside of matrimony.”
“Outside of matrimony.”
“Outside of matrimony? I don’t follow you.”
“I’m guessing you’re a breast man, Billy Jameson. Being the kind of good old boy you are in a small town.”
“Well,” he said with a grin, “I can’t complain about the luscious female form. No ma’am.”
“And since daddy taught you about loving from his old married arsenal of tricks…I’m guessing you only know how to make love to a woman the old fashioned way.”
“Well, damn, wife of mine!” he said with laugh. “When you say it like that. I’ll just so have you know, I happen to enjoy a lot of different positions, shall we say. And of course my favorite is reverse cowgirl, for obvious reasons. Riding the buck, now doesn’t that sound scandalous.”
“Well let me teach you a little trick I learned in the old country. When a woman gets excited, and I do mean really excited…”
“Uh huh?” he said, looking at her intently as she crawled over to rest her head near his lap.
“She starts to desire him. And he she wants him to be as hard as humanly possible for when they move onto bigger and better things.”
“I hear you…”
She reached over and unbuttoned his pants, making eye contact with him and smiling.
“She desires to know him and to know every part of him. Especially his manhood. A man’s penis is like his favorite gun, you know. If he knows how to use it right it can be a killer.”
“I’ll say,” he laughed, smiling as she unzipped him and searched for his growing penis.
She pulled it out and admired his size; a solid ten inches, circumcised and steadily growing the more she gently squeezed at the shaft.
“But if it’s unloaded it can be just the most useless thing in the world,” she said crawling closer so that she lay down on her stomach, right on top of his lap.
“Well yeah…but what are you…”
“What am I what?”
“Aren’t you going to climb on top of me…”
“Just sit back and relax.”
She smiled at him and then closed her eyes, taking his stiff cockhead into her mouth.
“Whoah!” he said in amazement. “What are you doing?”
She laughed. “What’s wrong? Your saloon girls never taught you that?”
“Taught me what? You’re putting my penis in your mouth!”
“Yeah. How can I really know you, Billy Jameson until I taste the flavor of your manhood?”
“What? Why on earth would you want to…”
Billy shifted his head back in shock as Jane began lightly licking his head with her tongue. “Mmmm…aren’t you the tasty specimen, Mister Jameson.”
“Holy shit! I can’t believe how nasty you are.”
“I know,” she said defiantly, squeezing his base harder and licking him right along the hole of his sensitive prick.
“Ohhhh that hurts!”
“Mmm it feels a little funny at first,” she said with another smile. “But you’re going to learn to love it.”
“Love what? You drinking down the awful taste of semen? What kind of a nutjob are you?”
“Nut job!” she laughed. “Funny man, you are. This is a sort of nut job, isn’t it?”
She wet his cock with her lips and tongue until it was stringy and covered in spit.
“Uhhhh…I don’t like the way this feels…”
“Don’t knock it till you try it, cowboy.”
She looked at him again, this time with more
bratty eyes. Then she gently sucked on the head of his cock, making sure he watched her with that star-struck face.
“Oh God!” he said, shifting around and fighting the urge to break free. “I can’t believe you!”
“Mmmm…” she said, taking a break and licking the sensitive spot right under his cockhead.
“Huhhhh…” he said, groaning and shaking his head back and forth. “Maybe you should stop.”
She smiled…then grabbed his balls in her hands, carefully squeezing just the scrotum and cupping his balls gently—but with a definite threat.
“Whoah! No, no, don’t do that!”
“Looks to me like I got all the power. Now unless you want to know what happens when you crack an acorn, I suggest you shut up and let me do my thing.”
Billy laughed and shook his head in disbelief; pretty much powerless as she quite literally had him by the balls and enjoyed flexing her muscle.
She looked at his penis carefully, examining its veins and solid lines, engorged in blood and becoming even thicker and girthier than before.
“Ohhhhh it feels not so bad…”
“Mmmm. Like what?” she said, before sucking him in deeper, reaching all the way to his mid shaft.
“Ohhh God!” he moaned, his voice becoming deeper and more stressed. What…what are you doing to me…”
“Mmmm,” she mumbled letting her mouth make a lot smacking sound as she sucked him in, then spit him out, lubing him up nasty as can be.
Billy was watching in awe. Fascinated by the filth of it all. He was the type of womanizer who kissed, titty-grabbed and pussy-pounded his way to a fast orgasm. But this was something new. Something only an improperly educated woman could ever know. Not even the easiest saloon girl ever just tortured him like this, teasing him, dirtying him up and then…well, only god knew what this vixen might do next.
“You like me sucking your big cock, cowboy?”
“Jesus!” he said with a laugh. “I never heard a good lady talk so nasty before!”
“That’s because I’m not a good girl. Not at all.”
“Mmmmmm!” he grunted loudly, as she pushed her mouth down his cock, reaching deeper this time deep throating him down to the very base. “Holy fuck!” he cried out, amazed that she could fit his huge penis down that tiny throat, where that sweet innocent voice came from. “How did you do that?”
She stifled a laugh and then did the big withdraw, spitting him out and leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum behind her with an accompany gag sound—the fucking dirtiest thing Billy had ever seen.
“Aawwhhh!” he cried out, scandalized but loving every second of it.
“Any of your girlfriends ever do this for you?”
“Hell no,” he said, his voice cracking as she sucked his cock head even harder, trapping him in a vacuuming vice. “They’d have reported me to the minister if I exposed them to this filth…”
“Mmmm because I’m a dirty girl?”
“Aahhhh…” he said, opening his mouth wide and almost losing it.
She began stroking his shaft hard, covering it with spitty lube, all the while staring into his eyes fearlessly. Like this was nothing—even though Billy was hypnotized by the spectacle. She then moved in closer and began licking a thick line across his tight balls.
“Ohhhh God! What is that!” he said, spreading his legs and staring at the ceiling.
“You like getting your balls licked, nasty boy?”
“Huuhhh!” he said squirming on the sofa and fighting the urge to explode in the worst of all places. He was used to pleasuring women. He was even used to holding his dick strong when pounding away at a woman’s femininity. But getting his cock relentlessly teased and having his moral senses shattered with her dirty talking wet mouth was almost too much to bear.
“You going to cum all over me?”
“Unnghh!” he said loudly, grabbing her hair by instinct and looking away from her aggressive face. Her powerful eyes were intimidating. And the more he looked into her bold face he felt like he had no stroking power left.
“I want to taste your cum.”
“No! No!” he said, trying to push her away from his spasming cock which was ready to blow like a volcano.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t fight it. I want you to cum in my face, cowboy.”
“Ohhh shit! Oh fuck! Ohh Jesus Christ!” he roared, looking helplessly into her face as his will broke down piece by piece. He felt his energy leaving him and bulging up in his cock, red and ready to fire away—but not there! Not in this lovely woman’s face.
“Look out…I can’t hold it…”
“I don’t want you to do.”
She grabbed his balls tightly and deep throated him a second time forcing him to ejaculate a hot steaming load of southern hospitality straight into the recesses of her throat.
“Ahhhhhhhaaa!” Billy screamed, arching his back and raising his crotch, nothing to do but clutch her curly hair as he exploded into her mouth.
“Mmmmmm,” she mumbled, right before spitting him out of her mouth. She swallowed his spunk, watching for his reaction—which was shock and disbelief.
“Where…where…” he said, panting in wordless surrender. “How…”
“Isn’t it nice when boys and girls can be friends? You learn all sorts of fun things to do on the sofa.”
She sat back up and stood up, leaving him wet, flaccid and in wide-eyed confusion.
“Where did you learn that?”
He touched a nerve. She was still enjoying the moment so tried to ignore his rude question. She wasn’t about to have this conversation. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, sugar. Now let’s just keep this sham marriage where it was, okay?”
She walked out of the house, still half-smiling but a little hurt at the implication.
Billy was a mess of emotions, not to mention a mess of lady spittle meshed with his own seed. He had sure as hell met a woman who knew how to have fun. But what did it mean about her past? What did any of this mean and why was the filthiest moment of his life…the one moment that should have sent him running to a doctor for a checkup…still the most exciting affair he could ever remember?
“Goodnight, Misses Jameson,” he said with uncertainty. “Whoever you are.”
***
Chapter 4
Something changed in the dynamic between Jane and Billy after that night. She seemed cut off, maybe even a little cold. Not that he wasn’t intrigued, even grateful, for just how wild a woman she was. But there was an air of separation between; as if Billy somehow knew he and Jane were from two different worlds that ought not collide.
He almost asked her the question a few times, against his own instincts as a gentleman. Were you a painted lady? The answer was obvious, or at least that’s what his nagging voice said. He figured maybe there was no sense to kick a woman while she was already lying on the ground. She didn’t need to hear him mouthing off just so he could feel better about himself.
Still, what went down, literally speaking, bothered him on some primitive level. But it wasn’t what she was thinking. That she was an “educated” girl in that respect. What mattered what the stubborn idea that she pleasured him. But she wasn’t making love to him. There was no emotional connection because that’s how she played it.
Maybe it was just irony since that’s pretty much how Billy saw all those easy girls from the bar—nothing more than nightly conquests, or an hour’s worth of time to kill. The fact that it was happening to him for a chance may have been enough to bruise his pride.
But that wasn’t it. He just hated the fact she refused to even try.
“You know what the difference is between the two of us?” he said, eyeing her in curiosity while chomping down a shared dinner.
She fumed, already tired of the conversation. “No,” she answered coldly.
“I don’t need love to be happy. But you’re afraid of it.”
“Is that so?” she said with a raised brow, intrigued that he was steering this conversation i
n another direction. “Do I look like a woman afraid of anything, Billy J?”
“In my opinion, you look like a little girl who’s terrified of what she’s done. Of what other less honorable people have done to her.”
She slowly turned her head and looked at him crossly. “Fuck you then.”
“Oh, am I wrong? I may be a boy but I have a keen sense of figuring out what makes people tick. The truth is, I had you pegged since I first met you. Long before our husband and wife act.”
“You don’t know me, warthog.”
“But I do. You’re wise beyond your years. You’re too smart for your own good. The kind of smart that’s not to be ashamed of, but the kind of smart that’s too hard to live with sometimes. You probably think you’re unlovable. You’re so damn jaded you can’t make heads or tails what people are thinking or saying. You’re just waiting to talk. Waiting to con them and move along.”
“How dare you!”
“Well it’s true, isn’t it? You came in here thinking you were going to get a business arrangement and a free place to live. You conned me, admit it.”
“I did no such thing! We reached a mutually beneficial arrangement that’s all. I thought we both agreed that nothing sparked between us and we were done with it.”
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Kiss me.”
“No way.”
“Why not?”
“Because I got no good reason to kiss you,” she snarled back.
“But you have no problem giving pleasure, do you? But you’re afraid to receive it. You’re afraid to emotionally connect with anyone.”
“You got a lot of nerve, Billy J,” she said with resignation.
“Maybe the only reason I got you pegged so well is because I know the type. Maybe I am the type. You love, you have to trust. And no amount of misery is worth loving somebody, ain’t that the truth.”
“Will you just shut up? You have no idea! Do you have any idea of what it’s like to have no freedom, Billy?” She began trembling and shaking her fists. “To have nothing. To be bought and sold as property? To have to say goodbye to someone you really love just to come into living with a man that has no respect for women? Who hits women like he hits livestock? Who insists on teaching his new kept woman the fine arts of pleasuring men like a real whore? And who forces her to watch and practice with other women just until she learns it right?”
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