A few minutes later, Detective Miller strode in and stopped some distance from us. He nodded to us, but came no closer as he pointed at one of the deputies.
The deputy went over to him and they held a hurried conference, then Miller walked up to us with a friendly greeting. He asked about Jenny's condition, but that was just social fluff; if he'd really wanted to know—or didn't already know—he'd have asked one of the hospital staff.
After some discussion, Donna went to check something at the nurse's station and I brought up the matter of Jenny's car. Miller said he'd release it to me as soon as the forensics people had finished with it.
With a nod, I said, “Thanks. I'm sure she'll appreciate not having to bail it out of a yard later. If I'm not necessary here, I'll stop by the bar and let Lois know what's going on, then head over to get Jenny's car."
Miller blinked at me and asked, “What about Mrs. Perrin?"
Shrugging, I said, “I figured I'd leave her here."
"You two came here together, right?"
"Yup."
"Then how's she gonna get home?"
Shrugging again, I replied, “She'll figure something out. Steph? Need me for anything here?"
Shaking her head, Steph smiled and said, “Thanks, but I think I can handle things."
Miller seemed to think I was being somewhat remiss. I invited him to step outside to see something and headed for the door without waiting for a reply. In the reflection of the lobby's glass doors I saw Miller follow me.
Stepping well to one side of the doorway, I said, “Board on,” and stepped onto it, lifting to about three feet as Miller came through the doors and looked for me.
His eyes got big and his mouth fell open. I guided the board around a couple of cars and back, then hopped off.
"Ho, damn!” muttered Miller, “Did I really see that? What the hell is that thing?"
"It's a prototype flying board. Donna has one, too. Getting home won't be a problem."
"A prototype? You mean you're still testing them?"
"Yup. I have the first one of this model ever made. Donna's was the second or third. While they aren't exactly a state secret, we'd rather not attract too much attention and have to spend a lot of time explaining them. People can read all about them when they're made available to the general public."
Peering at me, Miller asked, “Are they safe?"
"Oh, yeah. It won't let me fall off."
Plainly skeptical, he murmured, “Uh, huh. Right."
"I'll show you when I leave. How soon do you think I can take Jenny's car home?"
Taking a radio from his belt, he asked someone about the car and that guy replied, “Another fifteen, I think."
Donna came out of the lobby and spotted us, then noticed my board and gave me a questioning look.
Shrugging, I said, “Like I told Greer, there's no point in trying to keep them secret. At least this way they'll know why there's a rise in UFO reports."
"Well,” she said with what seemed a measure of discomfort, “I, uh ... I just came out to see what you were going to do."
"I'm gonna fly off and leave you here, ma'am.” Holding up the Volvo keys, I jangled them and added, “Then I'm gonna go have a beer at Jenny's bar and let ‘em know what's up. After that I'm probably going home. It's getting pretty late."
Leaning against the wall, Donna seemed to give all that some thought, then she shook her head.
"No. Jen's not going to wake up until sometime tomorrow. I'm not going back to that goddamned house tonight and I could use a drink, too."
Nodding, I said, “Saddle up, then, and we're outta here."
She pulled her board core out of her bag and slappingly stuck the disk on her arm as if she'd been doing it for years instead of only a few hours.
"Board on,” she said, and stepped onto her board.
Giving Miller a little salute, I said, “Later,” and led the way out of the roofed receiving area, doing a quick roll and waving at Miller. His eyes bugged a little, but he waved back.
The flitter told me where to look for Jenny's blue Volvo. A cop sat in his car behind it, apparently scribbling notes. We flew down and approached his car from the front to avoid startling him too much. After he more or less stopped staring at us, he called Miller about the car and let us take it.
From Jenny's house we flew to the bar, where we gave Lois and a few others the news about Jenny and hung out until closing time to help Lois clean up.
Donna bought four of her ‘special teas’ and tucked them into her backpack, then we flew to Spring Hill and my house. Tiger greeted us as brightly as usual and we spent some time with him before Donna made one of those huge, uncontrollable yawns and apologized in a halfhearted fashion.
I issued her towels and started to show her the guest bedroom, but she shook her head.
"No point in mussing the bed ... unless you snore."
"I guess you'll tell me if I do, milady. Shower together or separately?"
"Separately. I need some time to soak and think."
Nodding, I said, “You got it,” and left her to her bath.
A bit later she came out of the bathroom and announced, “Okay, it's all yours,” and headed for the bedroom.
When I got out of the shower and entered the bedroom, Donna was sound asleep on my usual side of the bed. Hm. I considered the couch. Did I want to try to sleep next to her? Would I be able to sleep with her in the bed?
Tiger eyed me from the big chair in the corner. I spent a quiet moment ruffling his chin, then turned out the light, went around the bed, and climbed in. When my foot bumped hers, Donna shifted her legs a bit without waking and her fabric-covered butt bumped my hip. Oh, well, it had been a long day.
Chapter Thirty-one
I roused a bit when Donna got up and hurried to the bathroom. The bedside clock read 06:37. I felt the top of it to make sure the alarm was off and went back to sleep.
What seemed to be half a conversation woke me a little after eight. I heard Donna introduce herself to someone and ask about Jenny's condition. She spoke with whomever for about five minutes and asked about visiting hours, then ended the conversation.
Looking around the bedroom, I didn't see her clothes on the other chair. Hm. She'd wanted to share a bed, but she'd worn her panties, if nothing else. Had she been wearing anything else? I realized I didn't know; I'd been tired enough to fall asleep soon after my head hit the pillow.
Whatever. I greeted Tiger and got up to go take a leak and brush my teeth. In the hallway, I smelled brewed coffee. As I loaded my toothbrush, a shadow passed the bathroom door, then passed again several moments later.
She'd checked the bedroom? Why? The bathroom door was closed and the water was running. No, wait one. She'd checked the bedroom chair and seen my pants still there.
As I brushed my teeth, her shadow passed the door again, but this time she didn't return to the hallway. Hm. Rinsing, I debated whether to wear or carry a towel when I walked out and decided it didn't really matter. No matter how she reacted, it was time for that all-important first coffee of the day.
When I opened the bathroom door, I found Donna leaning against the door frame, as naked as I was. She smiled at my instant erection as she handed me my coffee mug, then turned to walk into the bedroom.
Because I could smell brewed coffee, I expected to find some of the stuff in my cup, but when I sipped, I discovered the kind of coffee I usually make.
I entered the bedroom as Donna sat on the edge of the bed and said, “One level spoonful of instant coffee. Add hot water, stir well, and cap the mug."
"You got it,” I said, eyeing her nakedness as I came to stand before her. “Thanks, milady. Now that I have my coffee, would you like to be my breakfast?"
With a slight shake of her head, Donna's gaze fixed on my dick and she reached with her left hand to get a light grip on it as she said, “Maybe your lunch. After I wash up. You had a hard-on when I woke up, you know. It was too early to call the hospital, so I
just sat in bed staring at it for a while, thinking about how it would feel up inside me."
Shrugging, I said, “You could have wakened me. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have minded."
Shaking her head again, Donna sipped her coffee and said, “I didn't really think you would, but I was enjoying the peace and quiet. I haven't had much of that lately."
Grinning, she stopped fondling me to wiggle two fingers and added, “Besides, I got off a few times on my own just having that thing as a visual aid. It was up for half an hour or so before you rolled over."
As her hand resumed fondling my dick, I said, “Sorry, milady. Can't imagine why I'd have done that."
Donna snickered and drew a fingernail from the tip to the bottom of my shaft, making it buck. She bit her lip gently and grinned as she did it again, then looked up at me.
"You don't mind me teasing it like this?"
It bucked under her touch again as I replied, “Nah. Feels good to be all swollen up like that."
Her hand wrapped around me and her chuckle turned to an outright laugh. I took a big slug of coffee because it seemed likely I'd have to put the mug down shortly.
Also taking a sip of hers, Donna set her cup on the night table and used her grip on me to pull me forward. She nibbled, licked, kissed, and sucked for a few minutes, then she sat back and smiled as the took another sip of her coffee.
"It's time,” she said with a grin, giving me a gentle yank and releasing me, “On your back, mister."
She patted my side of the bed and sipped her coffee again as she watched me go around the bed, set my coffee on the night table, and get flat on the bed.
Pretending to brace myself, I said, “Ready, ma'am."
Donna chuckled as she produced a little square packet from beneath her pillow and used her teeth to tear it open.
"Hope you don't mind,” she said, “Too bad if you do."
Shaking my head, I said, “No problem."
I held out a hand for the rubber, but she pushed my hand away and swung her leg over my legs. Once she was kneeling above me, she carefully installed the rubber on my dick.
Leaning forward with a big grin, Donna kissed me rather gently for some moments, then her kiss became firm and she reached between us to guide me into her.
Donna took her time about easing herself onto me one slight wiggle at a time. From her grinning expression, I suppose she thought she was tantalizing me.
For a time I matched her gaze, then my attention strayed to her shoulders and arms and followed her satiny skin to her breasts. She had nice, natural, handful-sized breasts that were somewhat conical and tipped with smallish nipples.
While her belly was flat, it didn't have the kind of six-pack muscularity I'd half-expected. I trailed my fingers from Donna's jaw line down her neck and across her shoulders, then down her arms and back up to her chest.
When my fingertips found her nipples, they stood out a bit more and she nibbled her lip in the midst of her grin. After a time my fingers moved on, trailing over Donna's hips to her thighs. I got a light grip there to feel her muscles move beneath her skin.
"Very nice,” I said softly, “Very, very nice."
Donna's low chuckle made me look up.
She said, “I didn't think you'd be disappointed."
"Ooo. Vanity, thy name is woman."
With a snort of laughter, Donna shook her head.
"What I mean is, I've noticed that you tend to notice womens’ legs ... and damned little else."
Mock-defensively, I protested, “Well, in passing, sure! But I notice other things, too, ma'am. Really I do."
Seating herself firmly on me, Donna replied, “Yeah? Name something."
"Eyes. Voice. Even hair, sometimes. The way she flies a sports car into a ditch. All the usual stuff."
Donna's snickers racked her briefly, then turned to chuckles that became a laugh. She hitched herself around a bit, found the best way to put some pressure on her inner spot, and bore down to her task.
During sex, I don't usually pay too much attention to what's happening to my dick, preferring instead to admire the lady as she strives for her own personal prize.
This sort of distraction works to my advantage most times because my mind is on things other than coming and the lady can take her time about her pleasures.
But ... a lady can also misinterpret matters. A bit more than fifteen minutes into things and just after Donna had brought herself to a second climax, she stopped her small postings, rested her hands on my shoulders, and gazed down at me.
She canted her head slightly and said, “You don't seem to be one hundred percent into what's going on here, Ed."
Laughing softly, I said, “Oh, I'm definitely into what's going on here, Donna. Very much so. If I weren't, you'd be sitting on a noodle instead of a stick."
"That's what I mean. You're still up and you haven't showed any interest in going off. In fact, you seem almost distracted."
Reaching to massage her arms and shoulders with a big grin, I let my hands slide down over her breasts and replied, “Only by various parts of you. Just keep on keeping on, ma'am. I can't think of a better way to spend a Saturday morning."
Donna eyed me for a moment as if she doubted me. I gave my hips a little bounce that widened her eyes.
"Trust me,” I said with a grin, “I haven't lost interest."
But it seemed as if something had gone out of the event for Donna. She continued to make use of me for a time, but she couldn't quite reach another orgasm, and I saw her frustration building as her motions quickened without results.
At last she sat back and gazed at me for a few moments, then rolled off me and eyed my dick.
"I don't get it,” she said, “Things were going fine, then...” Her eyes met mine and she continued, “I had two, then I was almost there, but I just couldn't pull that third one up."
Reaching for my coffee, I said, “You started thinking. Sex is supposed to be mindless animalistic fun. You're supposed to turn off your head and just do whatever tingles your fancy."
As I sipped coffee, she asked, “How about you? It's still up, but you haven't seemed too interested in getting it off."
Chuckling, I eyed her thighs as I replied, “Nope."
Donna stared at me for a moment, then asked, “Why not?"
"Well, for one thing; if it goes off, it'll more'n likely go down. In that condition, it's only good for taking a leak."
Still looking dubious, Donna asked, “It's the rubber, isn't it? It's keeping you from..."
"Nope. It isn't the rubber."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
I sipped again as she asked, “Would changing positions help?"
"Help what? Help me come?"
As if I'd asked a stupid question, Donna rolled her eyes and rather exasperatedly sighed, “Yes, help you come. What else?"
Shaking my head, I took another sip and put the cup down on the night table.
"Hope not. Donna, if you want me to just mount up and ride until I come, that's what I'll do, but that's not really what it's all about for me."
She met my gaze for a few moments, then her eyes moved to my softening dick. “If I only knew you a little better, we could do it without a rubber."
Uh, huh. Right. She'd drawn her own conclusion and she was sticking to it no matter what I said. I scooted up on the bed so I could sit upright and reached for my coffee again.
Sighing, I watched my dick begin to deflate from all the conversation and said, “For your info, ma'am, being able to make a gooey mess inside you wouldn't change my reasons for being inside you in the first place. I like being up and in, and over the years, that's kind of created a psychological block against simply ramming it in and squirting right away."
Plucking the rubber off my now-dwindled dick, I dropped it into the trash can by the night table. Donna scooted herself up the bed so she could also sit up.
She asked tightly, “By that, I take it you're saying that no
w we'll either do it without a rubber or we won't do it at all?"
Giving her a wry look, I answered, “Take another look, lady. Do it with what? You talked it to death. Let's go see about some breakfast."
Chapter Thirty-two
I swung my legs off the bed and headed for the bathroom. After a quick rinse here and there, I went to the kitchen and checked Tiger's food and water, then opened the fridge and gave some thought to zapping some eggs in the microwave.
Donna padded into the kitchen naked and went to the coffee pot, refilling her cup before taking a seat at the kitchen table. I zapped some eggs as I prepped a plate of bacon to follow them.
She said nothing, so I kept quiet, too. Once the eggs were ready, I put the bacon in the micro and set the timer, then drew a knife through the eggs to slide half of them to another plate.
"Ed,” said Donna.
Without turning away from the counter, I answered, “Here. Present. Yo."
As Tiger entered the kitchen, she asked, “Are you mad at me?"
Shaking my head, I said, “Nope. No point in being mad. Wouldn't help anything."
Tiger hopped onto a chair and prepared to hop onto the table as she asked, “You're sure?"
"Yup. Tiger, don't get on the table. Use that chair. I'll make you your own plate."
He sat down, said, “Okay,” and watched the microwave intently as I pulled a saucer from the dishwasher. Tiger's very fond of bacon. Donna's eyes had grown wide when he'd said “Okay” and she seemed to hunker a bit.
I tapped her shoulder and she jumped slightly as I said, “He doesn't care if we're naked. Wrong species, y'know."
The microwave bell sounded and I added bacon to our plates, set them on the table, and put the saucer on the chair for Tiger. He dug in with his usual zeal.
Donna asked, “Do you always wander around your house naked?"
Sitting in the chair next to hers, I answered, “Sometimes. Doesn't matter; people can't see in unless they work at it, and I don't really give a damn if they do. Why are you wandering around my house naked?"
She shrugged delightfully and shook her head. “I didn't see any point in getting dressed. I'm going to take another shower after breakfast."
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