Chapter 9: Jade

Monday, July 10, 2023

Summer was flying by quickly. It seemed like every time I blinked, another week was gone. I wasn’t even busy. I worked about forty hours a week. I spent the weekends at home with my family when I wasn’t working.

Pearl, who was about to turn seventeen, would be a senior in high school this year. She didn’t have the same academic strengths as me and Opal, but she was the best athlete of the three of us. And my younger brothers, Onyx and Perry, were busy with sports and clubs all summer. My parents appreciated my help getting the boys to their activities when I could lend a hand.

After telling Opal about my conversation with Marjorie about a job opening, my sister was now strongly considering enrolling at college with me. Another factor swaying her was my parents’ rapidly deteriorating relationship. They had never fought as much as they were lately. It was hard on my younger siblings. Opal wanted to shield them from the worst of it, and my school was closer to home than the University of Colorado at Buffalo.

Speaking of fights, Velma didn’t talk to me for several days after our argument at the diner. At first, she wouldn’t even look at me. Then she looked at me, but only to roll her eyes at me. It was when she finally started speaking to me in snarky, judgmental tones that I knew things would be okay between us. I just had to avoid saying anything that gave the impression I was hitting on her.

Velma was already at work on Monday when I arrived. She didn’t look up or acknowledge me as I set down my things and clocked in. I didn’t care if she still wanted to avoid me. I was determined to clear the air between us once and for all.

“Good morning!” I told her in my most cheerful voice.

“Hey...” she said distractedly, eyes on her phone.

“Can we put the fight behind us?” I asked.

Velma glanced at Marjorie’s office, then looked back at me. “I don’t know. Can we?”

I combed my fingers through my hair. “Velma, I like being your friend. I don’t want anything more than that. I respect your beliefs, and I am sorry I made a dumb joke. It won’t happen again. Please give me another chance?”

She gave me a pouty look.

“Isn’t Christianity all about forgiveness?”

Velma’s sudden smile changed her entire appearance. “You’re so evil, Jade. You know that?”

“Yeah.”

Velma nodded. “Good!” Then she hugged me, which was completely unexpected.

At that moment, Dan came in and put his stuff on the counter. “Hello! Are you two about to bang? If so, can I watch?”

Velma quickly released me and sat down. “Don’t be gross.”

I made a face of disgust at him. “Go shelve the books.”

He left as soon as he clocked in at the computer. I watched him go with dismay. “What do you see in him?”

“Nothing anymore. He only wants a physical relationship. We went out again last week, and he told me very bluntly what he wanted. I caved and said I’d let him do stuff ... you know. Back there. But he said that was disgusting. He made me feel bad.”

“I’m sorry. He’s a jerk.”

“Yeah, I know.” Velma sighed and put her face in her hands. “I just miss having someone who likes me. And personality aside, Dan is good-looking. I feel kinda dumb about even offering him what I did.”

“It’s okay. It’s normal to want to feel wanted.” I stroked her head and pulled her onto my shoulder.

She leaned against me. We sat in silence together for a moment, both deep in thought.

Then Velma pulled away and asked, “Have you ever let a guy do that to you?”

“Umm...” My insides froze, and my mind went blank as I tried to think about my one anal experience. Tears filled my eyes and fell down my cheeks, and suddenly I was sobbing.

“What’s the matter, Jade?”

“I don’t know!” I got up and pulled Velma with me into the women’s bathroom. I checked the stalls to ensure we were alone, and then I sat on the couch with Velma, her face a mask of bewilderment. “I mean, I do know. I don’t know if I can talk about it.”

Now, it was Velma hugging me. “Of course you can, Jade. You can talk to me.”

She held me until I calmed down. And then I began talking. I didn’t tell Velma everything, but for the first time I ever, I spoke about the demon who seduced Marcy and gave her a penis. I informed her about Nicholas, who claimed to be an angel trying to stop Marcy. I told Velma how I followed Marcy and discovered my ex’s new appendage, confirming everything Nicholas had told me. And then I confessed to her the night Marcy fucked my ass raw. I still wasn’t sure if I was raped or not because, technically, I had gone over to Marcy’s house to have sex with her, but I couldn’t deny my level of consent was not 100%.

Normally, Velma would have been the last person I entrusted with any information like this, but a tangible relief filled my soul when I unburdened everything I’d been carrying. And in a way, it made sense. Velma was religious. She believed in God, angels, demons, and the devil.

Velma listened to it all without saying a word. I wanted to kiss her for it. It would have been a friendly kiss, but a kiss nonetheless. Knowing Velma as I did, I restrained myself.

“So a demon gave your girlfriend a penis. And you were visited by an angel who told you to sleep with her?”

I didn’t mention the part about me being able to grow a penis. Instead, I just nodded. “It sounds crazy, right? Do you believe me?”

“Of course! I’m a believer in the Bible, you know. It all makes sense to me. Weird things happen. Lot had kids with his two daughters. Abraham was commanded to slay his only son. Sometimes God works in strange ways.”

“Yeah ... I guess.”

“Have you seen or talked to Marcy since?”

I shook my head.

“Do you think maybe you ought to confront her?” Velma asked.

I didn’t answer her second question so readily. I wasn’t sure. It had crossed my mind from time to time, but fleetingly. Honestly, some part of me thought Marcy should come to me, not the other way around. Didn’t Marcy feel guilty about what happened? Did she wonder if she raped me? We had so much history together, and then she destroyed it all in one night. What did Marcy think about that? She had loved me. How could she not feel horrible about it? This thought was the part that hurt worst of all: Marcy didn’t seem to care.

“You need to talk to her, Jade,” Velma said. “She needs to know she hurt you. Whether it was consensual or not, your pain needs to be dealt with. Don’t you think?”

We were in the bathroom for a good fifteen minutes before we emerged to find Marjorie at the checkout desk wearing an expression of displeasure. Before I could say anything, Velma spoke.

“It was my fault!” Velma insisted. “I was having a girl’s crisis in the bathroom. Jade saved me.”

Marjorie pursed her lips and nodded, but her eyes were on me as though she saw through Velma’s act. “Next time, tell me you’re going to be away so I don’t have to come out of my office looking like an idiot.”

We stayed busy for the rest of the shift to get back in Marjorie’s good graces. I went home emotionally drained. Hannah was standing outside my apartment door, knocking.

“Come in,” I said.

Hannah whipped around, startled. “Oh my—you scared the heck out of me!”

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“Didn’t you get my texts?”

I looked at my phone. I hadn’t noticed any of them. I unlocked it and checked my messages. Sure enough, I had several from Hannah. Somehow, I had accidentally muted our conversation.

“You just came over even though I didn’t answer?”

Hannah grinned. “I explained everything in the texts. I figured you were at work. I took a chance you’d be free afterward.”

She was gorgeous as usual, wearing a blue high-neck, sleeveless top matching her eyes, and denim shorts showing miles of her porcelain white legs. She wore white sandals and carried a matching white purse. Her perfect auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

This stunning woman was standing at my door.

I grinned uncontrollably.

“Everything okay?” Hannah asked when she saw my maniacal smile.

“It’s perfect,” I answered.

She returned my smile. “I guess you could say this is a ... booty call?”

My eyes lit up. “Oh yeah?”

Hannah laughed with a touch of embarrassment. “After our phone call, I’ve been itching to see you.”

I unlocked the door and let her inside my apartment. It was my turn to be embarrassed. My studio was tiny, minuscule compared to Hannah’s sprawling manor, and it wasn’t super clean.

“I wasn’t expecting company...” I said lamely.

Hannah showed no signs of dissatisfaction or discomfort with my apartment, so I let it go.

“I thought you’d be more tan,” I said. “After Costa Rica.”

“I only burn, so I avoid the sun.”

“And now you’re here for a booty call?” I repeated.

Hannah set down her purse next to my couch and took a seat. “Yeah. If that’s okay.”

“It is,” I said. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. I thought you were with Travis to some degree. I mean, I thought you two were kinda into each other.”

“We are. Well, we were. We spent some time together after the semester ended. I followed his team around during the postseason. It was fun, but we realized while there’s sexual attraction, there’s not much else.”

“And this between us is...?” I started to ask but let the question end there.

“Two girls who need to blow off some steam. Unless there’s a chance you might develop feelings for me.”

“I don’t think so,” I lied.

I wasn’t sure exactly where the truth was in that answer. Hannah was brilliant, gorgeous, and more grounded than anybody with her wealth had any right to be. I didn’t know her well enough to have more than a crush on her, but I definitely had a crush on her.

“Like I said, I’ve been thinking about our phone call from last week.” Hannah’s voice had dropped half an octave as her eyes roamed my body. “When you described what it would be like to fuck me with your cock.”

“Oh yeah?” A bead of sweat formed on my temple.

“Yeah. Do you own a strap-on?”

“I do.”

Hannah’s eyes shone, and her smile spread across her face. I giggled at her.

“I’ll get it.”

Hannah went through my cupboards until she found a cup. Then she poured herself a glass of water and drank it while I went into my box of toys and retrieved my strap-on. I hadn’t used it since Sofia had ambushed me and paid me a quarter of a million dollars to help reunite her with her ex-girlfriend. And according to social media, our video was a smashing success, as the two recently announced their engagement.

Part of me wondered how Hannah would react if I told her about my real cock. Would she freak out? Or would she enjoy it the way Fanny did? She seemed to like the idea on the phone, but phone sex—fantasy—was one thing. Real life was something completely different. I couldn’t handle the thought of Hannah, somebody I admired, rejecting me that way. I decided not to tell her. I slipped off my clothes and slipped into the strap-on.

For half a moment, it was awkward standing there naked except for the locket dangling between my breasts, a cloth harness, and a dildo jutting out from my crotch, but when Hannah turned around, she gave me her heart-melting, All-American smile.

“You’re so pretty,” she told me.

She set down her glass and crossed my studio apartment until she stood before me. Not for the first time, she reminded me of a more feminine, barely prettier, and slightly shorter version of Marcy. I couldn’t help but want to submit to her, but Hannah wanted me to use the strap-on, something I had only done twice before—once with Marcy and once with Sofia.

But that was fine. I could do it again.

Hannah pulled off her shirt and slipped out of her denim shorts until she stood in my kitchen wearing nothing but a royal blue bra and matching panties. When she unhooked her bra, her magnificent breasts spilled out—perfect white orbs capped in small pink areolae with large nipples. My mouth came right up to her breasts. But I wanted to kiss her. I took her hand and led her back to the couch.

She came down on top of me, her panty-clad crotch pressing the dildo into my belly. Her mouth was soon all over me, kissing my lips, cheeks, and nose. She sucked on my chin, licked my jawline, and licked my ears. It was sloppy, wet, and I kinda dug it.

The feeling of a tall, beautiful, sexy woman literally drooling all over me was something that could not be replicated any other way. Hannah couldn’t get enough of me. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy the attention. She kissed almost every inch of my body and licked much of it, too. I had never been so worshipped, so adored. She started at my head and neck. Next, she paid attention to my chest, arms, and torso. She skipped my pussy, maybe because it was covered by the panty-like harness. But she picked right back up on my thighs, knees, shins, and my feet.

My entire being buzzed with energy and awareness the longer she did this. After she finished, she returned to my face and kissed me again. “That’s me showing you the proper attention you deserve.”

I kissed her back. “Thank you. It was amazing.”

“Now I want to sit on your face.”

I grinned. “Okay.”

Hannah kissed me again. “Yeah? You’re okay with eating my pussy?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”

She kissed me again. “Good. I want that tongue of yours deep in me.”

Watching Hannah’s creamy, toned thighs spread themselves as she lowered her vulva onto my face was an utter thrill. I’d salivated over her body for months, and now she was offering herself to me. Not as part of an orgy where we were all lust-drunk on each other’s flesh, but she wanted me. One on one. She was here for my body. My talent.

Me.

I opened my mouth and lavished her outer lips with my tongue. Hannah looked down at me, our eyes meeting as I worked my tongue up and down her slit. I was gifted with a drip of Hannah’s essence, which I lapped up and savored. Hannah continued to watch me as I delved deeper into her sex, now greeting her inner lips, which had swollen and opened up to me.

I licked each of her inner lips, though they were already wet and puffy. Then I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and applied firm pressure until Hannah moaned and tensed. Her eyes widened, still locked onto mine.

“That’s so good, Jade,” she said softly.

Her compliments encouraged me to redouble my efforts, so I abandoned her clit for now and plunged my tongue slowly into her tunnel. Hannah’s taste was rich and exquisite, like a sweet cream laced with a tinge of spice. The more I sampled, the more I wanted, ramming my tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt while Hannah toyed with her breasts, twisting her nipples, as she finally broke eye contact with me and tilted her head back to groan at the ceiling.