Chapter 32

Author’s Note: Change was inevitable, but how much will come? Interesting time for our hero! Thanks for reading and voting and your comments!

Jess came over early, giving me just enough time to shower. We went grocery shopping together, creating a dinner menu on the fly. It immediately struck me that this spontaneity was something I missed. With Kat, everything was planned. But an impromptu dinner felt like a true joy with Jess. Of course, I also realized I had started comparing Jess and Kat. It rapidly became apparent that my usual compartmentalizing wasn’t going to help. I was going to need to really figure something out. And it was only 24 hours after Jess had walked back into my life so unexpectedly. I had not expected my world to be turned on its head so suddenly.

We cooked together, prepping chicken parmesan with a simple pasta and salad. She wore jeans that clung to her ass and a slightly oversized button-down shirt that permitted her to skip wearing a bra, her usual preference that I was glad to see hadn’t changed.

I led in the kitchen, and Jess played sous chef. We chatted, catching up on the three years since we were last together. After rehab, she had gotten into a serious relationship for a year. She had treated that as her new addiction, adding in a healthy yoga habit. But it turned out the perfect guy also had two other girlfriends, one of whom he had a baby with.

“It left me pretty jaded,” Jess said. “So the last couple years? I’ve been a little bit of an introvert. But what that’s allowed me to do is discover myself. I’ve done a lot of personal growth the last two years.”

“You seem like you’re in a really positive place,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ve learned that there’s a lot more in life I can control.”

“So no more partying?” I asked.

“A little partying,” she said flirtatiously. “If I had an eight ball, it would last me a month instead of a day.”

I hesitated for a moment, not sure what to say.

“It’s okay, John,” she told me with a smile. “It’s an occasional thing. I like edibles more. But, yeah, I still party some. But I keep it completely under control.”

I smiled back at her. “Good,” I said. I imagined the possibilities of a Jess who had self-control. “How’s Melanie?” I asked, referring to her best friend.

“Oh, she’s great,” Jess said. “She’s engaged. Totally hot male model, if you can believe it. They’re ridiculously in love.”

“That’s nice to hear,” I said.

“And what about you?” she asked. “Do you really think of Kat as your girlfriend?”

“I do,” I said. “It’s the longest relationship I’ve had since you.”

“I don’t mean this to come out the wrong way,” she said, “but is it really a relationship?”

“Perhaps not in the traditional sense, obviously,” I said, “but yes. There are some things I miss, I realize. Like going shopping today was nice.”

“I’m not judging,” she said. “If it works for you and makes you happy? You should do it.”

“It does make me happy,” I said. “But, as you know, I’m kind of a pervert. I get off on it.” We laughed.

The chicken parmesan was in the oven. The salad was ready. The pasta was boiling away.

Jess was leaning with her back on the counter, her arms crossed casually. I stood next to her. It was the same place where, a few hours before, Rita had been bent over and taken my cock.

“I’m really glad you walked through that door yesterday,” I said honestly.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were welcoming blue pools. “Me, too,” she said.

And I leaned in and kissed her. She uncrossed her arms and put them around me. I put a hand behind her head, pulling her deeper into me. The kiss lingered, and we pulled back. The timer chimed to signal the pasta was ready.

We ate heartily and chatted happily. It was freakishly natural. After dinner, we took our wine glasses and the bottle to the couch and turned on a movie. We held hands and, before the opening credits had finished, were making out like teenagers at a theater.

“I made myself cum five times last night,” Jess admitted.

“I have to confess something,” I said. “Please don’t be mad.” I kept kissing her neck.

“What is it?” she said, seeming unconcerned.

“The bridesmaid who was with Kat yesterday?” I said.

“Rita the weather girl?” she said.

“Yeah,” I said. “She was over here earlier today.”

“You’re a dog,” Jess said without jealousy. In the past, I frequently slept with other women, and Jess liked when I told her about it. She liked it even better when I let her watch. “How was she?”

“Honestly?” I pulled back and looked Jess straight in the eyes. “She was fantastic. But don’t worry, I changed the sheets.”

“Do you have any cum left for me?” she asked.

“I’m sure I do,” I said.

I began unbuttoning her shirt while we kissed. Her porcelain skin was soft and warm. Her breath was hot. Her small breasts were tipped by prominent nipples that hardened between my fingers. Our movements were familiar and practiced. The years we had spent together came rushing back into our muscle memory. Jess pushed back and slid her jeans off. Her green panties had a prominent wet spot on the crotch. She reached for my own jeans desperately, undoing the button and unzipping me. I lifted my hips so she could slide them off. Her small hands, warm and with immaculate nails, cupped my cock and balls. My breath was rapid.

“Stand up,” I ordered. She complied. “I just want to look at you.”

Her legs were long and slender. She had a slight curve to her hips, but her ass was strikingly rounded. It was the definition of a phat-ass white girl booty. I grabbed a meaty handful and gave her a light spank. Her pussy was completely smooth. Her stomach was flat and toned. Her shoulders and collarbone delicate. She was the picture of a statuesque beauty. I drank it in. I pulled her to me and inhaled her scent. Having her back with me was like holding a comforting blanket.

“Jesus, Jess, you are so beautiful,” I said. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. We kissed along the way.