Chapter 132: Unexpected, Perhaps Inevitable

Wednesday, May 16, 1984 (continued)

I pulled up to Jas’s house, got out, and offered my arm. We headed in, courtesy of the spare key (which I kept, for now), and I led the way to the spare bedroom. The house was quiet, with no one in sight and no obvious noises.

Once we’d gotten into the spare bedroom, Jess wrapped her arms around me and kissed me very emphatically, all while rubbing up against me. It was over the top in a good way. If I hadn’t already been eager, this would probably have settled that.

“I...” she said, panting, when we finally broke the kiss, “ ... have been wanting to do that all night!”

“Me, too,” I said, giving her what was probably a very goofy grin.

She started tugging at my shirt.

“Off!” she said, giggling.

I cooperated, of course, and pretty soon Jess had me down to my underwear.

“If I...” she said, flicking her eyes to my cock (which was currently tenting my underwear) and licking her lips, “ ... will you...?”

“I tend to do pretty well.”

She grinned. “I want to. I had fun with this before, and this is better.”

She dropped to her knees, pulled my underwear down, and ran her tongue over my cock, which had me immediately moaning.

“Mmm ... definitely fun,” she said, grinning and licking.

I played with her hair as she started sucking at me, pursing her lips and pressing them around me, bobbing her head. She started slowly, but pretty quickly she was much more serious about it, fingers stroking the part of my cock that wasn’t in her mouth while her lips and tongue kept the pressure up.

Part of my mind noted that Jess was still Jess — she wasn’t especially good at this. She was perhaps a bit better, but she missed with her teeth just a trifle on occasion, she sometimes made herself gag a tiny bit, and so forth. Far more importantly, she was very eager. She was obviously doing exactly what she wanted to be doing. Attitude is far more exciting than technique, at least in my experience.

I hardly had a hair trigger, but this was Jess. I might (legitimately) consider Angie to be her peer in ‘hotness,’ and Jas to be the woman I was most attracted to overall, but Jess would be on the top ten list for nearly any man alive, and I wasn’t immune to that. The more important point was that she was one of my best friends and someone I truly loved.

Put those together, add in that Jess seemed very eager to make things happen, and it didn’t take me long before I said, “Jess ... soon!”

She moaned and redoubled her efforts.

Within a few more seconds, my eyes rolled back as I let go, cumming in her mouth. When I looked down, she was obviously grinning around my cock. She didn’t let up until I’d finished, then kept licking and sucking for just a bit more. Finally, she opened her mouth, showing me what she’d gotten, then grinned and swallowed.

I pulled her up into a kiss, which she eagerly returned.

“You’re still the only guy who’s ever done that,” she said, grinning. “Not that I’ve had that many opportunities to change that in the past couple of years, but some, and ... still no.”

I shrugged. “Not my favorite taste, but then how it got there is very much a favorite and deserves respect.”

She nodded, grinning.

“Now, let’s see,” I said, then grinned and started to unbutton her blouse.

She let me, grinning as well. I slowly undressed her, getting a wink or two along the way. Bra catches were obviously something I understood, for instance.

More to the point, I wasn’t just undressing her. I was looking, caressing, and often kissing the skin I was slowly revealing. Every move was meant to show how much I wanted her and what she was doing to me.

By the time I drew her panties down, she was obviously quite eager, squirming a bit and panting a bit. She’d trimmed her pussy very neatly, but it was still covered in the same light, downy blonde hair as when I’d first seen it.

I grinned, then nudged her backward, sending her lying down on the bed. Very quickly I’d moved between her legs, but instead of licking where she wanted, my tongue flicked along the crease of her left leg, and then along the crease of the right.

She let out a groan and squirmed a bit more.

“I want it ... please...”

I flicked my tongue up along her lips. Her taste was (as best as I could remember) what it had been before. Sweet, spicy, a hint of metal, a hint of earth, and all around very tasty. I’d never yet met a pussy that I didn’t enjoy tasting, of course, but Jess’s was a treat and worth savoring.

She groaned at the lick, then groaned more deeply as I repeated it.

“Y ... you ... you’ve ... obviously ... practiced,” she said, groaning, fingers tangling in my hair. “Lucky ... Jas ... oh ... oh ... oh fuck!”

I was slowly speeding up, and adding some teasing just around her clit.

It took very little time before words left her and she just moaned, groaned, whimpered, and tugged my head this way and that, trying to make sure her current favorite spot was getting attention. Sometimes I resisted, making her whine, but I always remembered, and got there just after she’d given up, making her gasp.

Suddenly, she nearly bellowed, “Fuckkkkkkk!” while tensing and shaking hard, thighs clamped around my head. Jess’s thighs were very strong, and I was starting to really need to take a breath by the time she let up.

When she did, I took several quick breaths, but didn’t let up.

“Oh ... my ... Goddddddd...” Jess moaned out, squirming, fingers tangled in my hair. She was still trying to guide me, but it was somewhat unfocused. “I ... oh ... it’s ... I...!”

Then she was shaking again, shuddering, thighs trying their best to crush my head, before she finally collapsed and weakly pushed my head away.

“Need ... to ... catch ... my ... breath,” she said, panting.

I moved next to her, wrapping her up in my arms and stroking her back.

Before long, she wriggled around in my arms until she was facing me, then kissed me very deeply and enthusiastically.

“Still the best guy ever at that, and better than all but a tiny handful of girls,” she said, giggling. “Jas really is a very lucky girl.”

“I’m a very lucky guy,” I said, stroking her back. “Very lucky.”

She nodded, suddenly serious. “Yes, you are, and I know how far that goes, now. The thing is ... your luck is our luck. I’m convinced of that. My life is better because you’re you. Jas’s life is better. Angie, Paige, Cammie, Mel, and more and more. People you’ve never met. You received a great gift from the universe and shared it freely. Laura’s told me so much about that other you, and what it tells me is that it’s not just who ‘Steve Marshall’ is, it’s who you are. You could be awful, but you aren’t. That matters, to me, and I think to all of us who really know you.”

I smiled. “And yet, I’m just me, and I get to be me because I’m very lucky.”

She nodded. “Win-win, as the best things are.”

We stopped talking for a bit. At first, we just hugged and caressed each other, but soon that led to kissing, and the kissing led to her hand sneaking down to find my cock, which had indeed recovered.

She broke the hug and rolled back onto her back, scooting a bit further into the center of the bed.

“This way, this time,” she said.

“As you wish,” I said, smiling.

She cocked an eyebrow at me, catching that it was a reference, but not what it was a reference to. At this point it didn’t matter.

She wasn’t my Buttercup, and I wasn’t her Westley, but — as I’d said before — few people (ironically, I was one of them) would dispute the claim that Jess was the most beautiful woman in the world. That mattered to me less than it might to most people. A beautiful woman who I didn’t like wouldn’t be tempting. A very plain woman I really liked would be a treat to spend time with. That was simultaneously something I’d learned and someone I’d always been. Attractiveness, and sex in general, is at least as much in the mind as it is in the body.

I got out a condom — the first time in a long time that I’d needed one, but I kept a few in my wallet and car (carefully rotated every few months, just in case). Jess grinned and watched as I put it on.

“I’m on the pill — long since — but it’s still a good idea,” she said, nodding. “Necessary, so Jas says.”

I nodded. “Yes. I’m not worried about anything, but having a rule makes it easier for everyone to not worry.”

“Definitely!”

I moved over her, teasing her lips with my cock, making sure to wet the condom as much as I could.

“Slow,” she said. “I don’t think I need that, but I want to feel all of it.”

I nodded, smiling, and slowly pressed forward. She gasped as the head of my cock entered her, moaning loudly.

I leaned forward and kissed her deeply before continuing to slowly enter her. Her arms wrapped around me as I did so, and she enthusiastically returned the kiss. She started squirming right away, too, but I was able to keep to a slow pace even as she tried to speed up.

She made little frustrated noises that got louder and more frustrated as I continued. Finally, she broke the kiss and said, “More! Faster!”

“But you said slow,” I said.”

“I was a fool! More! Faster! Please!”

I didn’t let her fool me, though, and stayed slow until I was fully inside her.

“Fuck!” she moaned out once I’d gotten there. “Oh ... my! This ... I’ve ... um...”

She got redder. “Fingers, and, um ... things ... but this is ... it’s ... oh my!”

I grinned, then started moving, slowly at first. In deference to her wishes, though, I sped up relatively quickly.

Before long, she was panting out “Yes! Yes! Oh ... fuck... fuck yes!”

Her arms and legs both encouraged me to go faster, deeper, harder.

I held out until she’d pretty obviously cum once, then a second time — the second with her hand slipping down to tease her clit a bit — before grunting out “Soon!” just before I pressed in and filled the condom.

“I ... I feel it... fuck!” she said, going over again, clenching around me and hugging me tightly.

This time I stayed in place until I felt myself softening just a trifle, then backed off, to some whines and protests from Jess.

“I like how that feels!” she said, giggling a bit.

“I need to back off, or I might lose the condom,” I said.

She pouted, then said, “Well, if you have to, you have to.”

I carefully withdrew, removed the condom, and tossed it away, then snuggled up, whereupon Jess rearranged us so that she could snuggle up much the way Jasmine usually did, with her head on my chest and a leg over me.

“That was amazing,” she said. “Seriously, I didn’t expect it to be that good! I’ve been missing out!”

I chuckled, leaning down and kissing her quickly. “It was amazing for me, too. I’m very glad it was for you.”

“I shouldn’t have waited,” she said, then sighed. “Except ... I did the right thing. It’s not that I didn’t trust you before, because I did — I trusted you very much — but something changed when you told me the whole story. It’s like ... I think...”

She trailed off, biting her lip.

I smiled, and said, “It’s like I was keeping a secret from you, and even if that made no sense, part of you knew it was there and that it was between us.”

She nodded. “Yes! I’m glad you said it, but ... yes. That’s it. I wasn’t consciously thinking of you keeping a secret, most of the time, but it was there. You were an enigma — very much just ... you know, who you are, but also more mature than nearly anyone I know below the age of forty, and more mature than two-thirds of those over forty.”

“Jas and I had maybe the same thing, but differently.”

“I can see that. Too many tiny inexplicable things, none of which felt bad, but collectively said there was something you couldn’t share.”

“Angie and I have talked about it a lot. Both of us felt like it would be something to share in a few years, before a proposal, all of that. Then we started realizing how much we’d have to cover up and hide and lie about, and all that from the person most likely to realize we were deceiving them — who was also the person we shouldn’t be deceiving about anything big.”

She nodded, then bit her lower lip. After a second, she said, “You’re the only guy I’m going to do this with, at least anywhere like this, for a long time. Part of it is that I felt ... vulnerable ... but vulnerable to someone I could trust with my life and my heart. I could keep myself from feeling vulnerable, but...”

She looked like she was struggling for words.

“But,” I said, after a second, “That flies in the face of really being intimate.”

“Yeah. I think it could still be fun, but it’s different,” she said, then ran her fingers through my hair.

I just let her, of course.

After a few seconds, she said, “I still love you. Right now, maybe more than I ever have. We’re both right — we could be a good couple, probably, but not a great couple, and ... maybe also sometimes a bad couple. You and Jas will be great. I hope to meet someone who’ll be great for me, but ... we’ll see. I refuse to settle, though.”

“Good,” I said. “I — we — will always be there for you, but I hope you meet that someone very much. Both of you deserve that.”

“In the meantime ... this will probably not be the last time. By which I mean definitely. I think there’s no rule about that.”

I shook my head. “The rule is that if feelings become the sort of feelings where I’m starting to put you ahead of Jas, or you’re trying to get to that point, or I’m holding you back ... I mean, pretty much anything where it’s bad — then we have to stop. There’s no number-of-times rule. That would be simpler, but dumb. Life’s not that simple. Some people might be once, others might be long-term over years.”

She nodded. “And I have no idea where my life will take me, but ... well, that’s why it’s an adventure. What I like is that you don’t know, either, for all that you know a lot of things. I think I’d feel really weird about it if you knew. Knowing I have potential is fine. Knowing what I would definitely do ... that would be weird.”

“I wouldn’t like that either. I think it would drive anyone crazy.”

She nuzzled her head against me a bit.

“What I do know is that I hope you can ... rise to the occasion ... again.”

I chuckled.

“That seems ... likely.”

Her fingers found my cock and started stroking. As we both quickly discovered, it was very likely.

This time she grabbed the condom package and carefully put it on. “I’ve never used one, you know ... that way ... but I know the mechanics very well,” she said, giggling. “Gotta make sure my girls who do don’t turn up pregnant. Pregnant cheerleaders are a major no-no.”

“I can see that,” I said.

“You stay put,” she said, grinning, then moved over me. “I want to try this.”

“Yes, Ms. Lively,” I said, getting her to giggle.

“Hush!” she said, wiggled against me a bit, and then guided me inside her.

“Ugh!” she said as the condom stuck a bit.

“Gotta get it a little slicker,” I said.

She nodded, rubbed over it a bit more, then tried again, this time slowly lowering herself all the way down.

“Ooooooh!” she moaned, then said, “Oh... that’s... so good!”