Chapter 30: Truth be Told

Jackie stared at the two older women across from her while moving her chair closer to mine as she scooted in. They did look beautiful in their dresses. I think their looking so refined made what Jackie wanted to discuss with them that much harder. “Tyleen and Martha thanks for giving me a minute.” I could tell she was postponing what she didn’t want to admit to.

Martha said, “It really isn’t an issue. So what was it that you wanted to chat about?” Tyleen nodded her head in agreement with her sister. It wasn’t an issue to have a chat for a few minutes.

Jackie’s hand went out to where mine was. I wasn’t sure if it was a conscious movement or one her subconscious was doing. Either way, I let her take hold of the back of my hand. Her body seemed to relax slightly after her hand wrapped mine. She still sounded nervous, “First off thank you very much for the use of your belt the other night. I don’t know where I’d be without your generosity. Well, maybe I do. And I would like to thank you for that as well. I know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you two. I don’t know how or why you talked Joe into not putting me on that airplane. But I can never repay you enough for that.”

Tyleen spoke up, “It was the right thing to do. Sometimes cooler heads need to prevail.” The comment was directed as much to me as to Jackie. “Plus we think your staying here will be good for both of you. And, you two offer a kind of entertainment value all its own.”

I think I knew what she was talking about but didn’t interrupt. Jackie continued on, “Thanks, I think. And I also think it is better for me to be here. Joe is teaching a lot about the business world.”

I heard Martha under he breath say, “And other things.”

Jackie missed the snarky comment by Martha. Thus she proceeded with what she wanted to say. “And one of the most important things he had taught me is. In not only the business world but life in general I have to be honest with people. And if you’re not then own up to it. And well, I wasn’t honest with you two.”

Martha led the nervous girl to where she wanted to go asked. “What were you not honest with us about?”

Jackie drew in a big breath and let it out slowly calming herself. “I’m a virgin. Which is one of the reasons I am so thankful for the belt the other night. Joe is right. I wouldn’t be able to say that today if I hadn’t had it on. It also means all of the things I claimed to have done were a lie. The other night is the closest to multiple partners I’ve ever had. I mean I was acting out of sorts for me and I regret you seeing me that way. And in the past, I’ve never longed to have a bunch of guys take me at once. Like I said I would like to do, at the pool. It wasn’t Joe stopping me. It was me stopping me. The drugs and alcohol didn’t make the other night happen. I did. So I will have to watch out for them in the future. Because I don’t want to be that type of woman. You know a slut.”

Tyleen interjected, “Thank you for telling us the truth. It is nice of you to respect us enough to do it.”

Martha added, “But don’t let fear be what stops you from doing things you really want to do. And ignore labels people may put on you.”

Jackie had an inquisitive look at Martha’s statement. “What do you mean?”

Martha was just as obtuse as before, “Don’t ever sell yourself short. And don’t avoid your own desires just because you’ve been told it is unnatural or dirty. That is other people being small-minded. You don’t have to be that way. You can enjoy what you enjoy and do it despite what people might think or say to or about you. Not doing so is letting them control you. And I know I don’t want some stranger controlling me. I have to know I can trust them for that to occur.”

Jackie looked more confused than ever. She had just intended on apologizing. Yet, she was getting a life lesson from the two much more experienced women. “I still don’t understand.”

Tyleen didn’t so much answer but asked Jackie, “The other night being in the room with all those guys. Did you enjoy it?”

Jackie turned blush red all the way to her toes. “It was so dirty and slutty.”

Tyleen pointed out, “You didn’t really answer the question. Now be honest with yourself. Lying to me is one thing but lying to yourself is much worse.”

Jackie’s eyes went to the side to look at me for the briefest of moments. “I don’t know ... But I think I would do it again. There was something about it, besides the drugs and alcohol.”

“But you’re worried what Joe will say,” Martha gleaned from the look my way. “You’re worried he won’t respect you? Won’t love you? Is that it.?”

“Yes!” She half cried out. “He deserves better than a slut to spend his life with.” She stammered backtracking the previous utterance. “I mean spend his time with. He’ll find someone more deserving than a typical slut to be his companion and to train.”

Both Martha and Tyleen smiled at the last word Jackie had said. I on the other hand continued to teach her, “Don’t speak for me. You’ve never asked me if I would move on to a new companion if you acted more slutty. I would’ve hoped you trusted me enough to bring it up one on one. Instead of jumping to conclusions.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right,” She looked pained in saying it.

“Don’t worry about it we will discuss it later. This is not about us right now it is about you and Martha and Tyleen,” I said. I wasn’t prepared to discuss Jackie’s underlying desires and fears.

“Anyway thanks for hearing me out. And for the advice that I’ll have to think on,” Jackie said. The limo had shown up and the dark-haired driver was standing at the bar, right as Jackie finished. Seeing him she said, “Have a nice evening.” She stood up and held out her hand to shake the women’s hands as they left.

Martha was the first one to knock Jackie’s hand out of the way and said, “We are friends. Friends that do not shake.” She moved up and put her hands on either side of Jackie’s face and pressed her lips to Jackie’s. The kiss was not the quick peck of a grandmother or a French greeting. It was a first-date kiss of a teen on the girl’s doorstep.

Martha had no more stepped away from Jackie when Tyleen filled in. Her kiss was just as long and I thought I saw a flash of a tongue on unmade-up lips. Tyleen’s lipstick ended up slightly smudged when she finished her goodbye kiss. She said in the way of a compliment, “You are pretty good at saying goodbye. We might have to say it more often.”

Blood rushed to fill the younger woman’s face, again. Yet it still was not as red as the shade of lipstick left on her lips. I was worried I would have to catch her, she got so weak-kneed. I gave the two women a much faster grandmother peck and said to have fun at their party. With the two Simpson women following their driver, I turned to Jackie. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for what?” Jackie asked in her nice shade of blush red.

“For telling them the truth. And for listening to them and not disagreeing with what they had to say out of hand,” I answered. “I’m not saying you have to agree with them, but it is good that you are developing the maturity to listen and think and decide for yourself.”

“It is nice to get other perspectives. And I’m sure if I got what they were saying wrong. But, you are there to correct me and make sure I get it right in the end.” Her voice didn’t have the slightest bit of animosity or snark to it. It instead had a kind of joy and hope to it. Yet I found it hard to hear. Which was something I was, also, going to have to think about.

“Come on let’s go get changed and head out for dinner,” I suggested wrapping my arm around her waist. She jumped a bit in surprise or reticence at being touched unexpectedly. Yet again she calmed down and her quickened breath returned to normal. Once in the elevator, I asked, “So what are you in the mood for tonight?”

I was very shocked at her answer. “Anything but sperm,” she half chuckled. She looked at me with a bit of desperation in her eyes to see my reaction.

I grinned and did my best to hold in my laugh, “I think we can arrange that.”

“Then how about a salad or something like that? Lunch was kind of filling,” she suggested.

“Fine by me,” I answered as the doors to the elevator cab opened.

“Are we staying in or going out?” she asked walking into our room.

“We’ll go out. But nothing you need to take a lot of time to get ready for.” I stated.

“Good, I’m here so you get out more. Or at least your daughter thought you needed to get out more instead of eating in the room,” she smiled.

“She would,” I grinned back. I’m sure my daughter thought my staying in and eating, was me eating Jackie. Which I would love to do again. But it wasn’t the right time to do that or bring it up.

“Well, she is still pissed I am here with you. She won’t say it to you but she sounds it when I talk to her. So I’ve been making sure to tell her all the places we go. That way she knows I am not just leaching off you to get an extended stay in Europe.” she said as she closed the door to the bathroom to get ready to go. She rarely did that. It was usually the way I could tell when she was aggravated with me. But she didn’t seem upset with me at the moment so it seemed weird.

Stripping out of my work clothes I inquired, “You know I have never told her about our staying in the same room. Maybe that is what she is upset about.”

Through the door came, “Oh hell no. I didn’t tell her that. She would have been over here weeks ago to yank me back by my hair had I told her that. She still thinks we are in separate rooms and I’m going to keep it that way. It isn’t a lie just not giving information not requested.”

“Kind of like the auction. Did you tell her about that?” I asked.

Her voice had a bit more melancholy to it. “I haven’t talked to her since then. When I do I’ll tell her we went to an art auction at a gallery. But leave off all the details.”

I was silent for a while. I was thinking about what she/we should do. I knew hearing everything from Jackie would go over badly. But then, I could clear up Karen’s misunderstandings. She would likely listen since it came from me verifying what Jackie said. But if I was the one to tell Karen. She wouldn’t ask Jackie for verification and think I was hiding something from her. And she probably always would, no matter how much I tried to dissuade her. Finally, I said, “If she asks for any details, I would like you to tell her it all. It will come out sometime and better now when it won’t be seen as lying to her, than sometime later when it will.”

Don’t let anyone tell you women need a long time to get ready and look beautiful. Jackie opened the door and stepped out in just her plain white bra and panties. They were nothing special but on her, they looked like they were designer undergarments. Her face had just a touch of makeup that highlighted her appearance. And her chestnut hair had its natural waviness as it billowed out across her bare shoulders. She looked ravishing and moved with grace, passed me to the small closet the hotel provided.

She didn’t sound all that sure when she said, “OK, the next time I talk to her.” She thumbed through the hanging clothes until she found the skirt she was looking for. It was a nice pale pink pencil skirt. She hooked her thumbs in her white panties and slid them off her hips. Bending down she gave me a view I will never get tired of looking at. The garment glided over her thighs and calve only to be swept off her feet one at a time.

She took the skirt off the hanger and repeated the motions only in reverse. As she was buttoning the waistband I said, “Bold move going underwear-less.”

“I do it more often than you know.” the Cheshire grin coming out. She went on to explain, “In this skirt, only the tiniest of thongs will not give me panty lines. And right now the one pair I brought is dirty. So it’s nothing tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No. Why would I mind?” I said. All the while thinking, “Except knowing it will keep me hard all night.”

“Great thanks.” She reached between her tits finding the clasp holding the cups together and around her chest. She opened it and brushed both cups from her purple splotched breast. The uncovered nipples were already hard for some reason unbeknownst to me. But overall, she still made my mouth water and I did my best not to stare. After all, I had seen her naked multiple times and had massaged those fabulous small hemispheres on more than one occasion.

She slid on a short-sleeved black satin blouse. She didn’t button it up but turned to the mirror. She turned a little this way and that, checking out how she looked. I would say she looked like a goddess. Jackie didn’t think so though, “I don’t know. Without the bra, I think I look too nipple-ly. What do you think? Do you think my nipples are too prominent?” Before I could answer she continued her musing. “I worry that this blouse will tweak them even more, being as soft and sheer as it is.”

“You do know, I’m too experienced to fall for that. It is like asking me if you look too fat in a dress. There is no right answer,” I explained. “I think you are going to outshine me in anything you wear.” As an aside, I added, “I did say you didn’t have to dress up didn’t I?”

“No, you said I shouldn’t spend a lot of time getting ready. And so far I haven’t,” Jackie answered. “I guess I’ll risk it.” She started buttoning up the short blouse designed not to be tucked in. She left the top three buttons undone, down to her cleavage. She spritzed a little perfume on her neck and cleavage saying, “Ok, all I need to do is put on my sandal shoes and I am ready to go.” She looked me over. “Are you ready?”

“Well looking at you. I feel like I’m dressed like a bum on the street corner.” I said. I would have liked to change but the only thing halfway hiding my solid erection was my pants. And they weren’t doing a great job at it.