Chapter 47: Unhinged Turmoil

Jackie had cried herself to sleep in less than two minutes. I regarded both the crying and going sleep to in no time as the result of the previous night’s debauchery’s duration. I was tired, also. I had planned on napping long before the emotional breakdown occurred. Yet, I was unsure if the breakdown would continue after she got some sleep.

I had planned on breaking her down to help her understand words mean something. Taking off my clothes to get in the bed with her, I thought I might have done it a bit too well. Being uncertain the nap would put much of her back together with the new understanding, I altered my sleep attire. Normally, I would have napped naked. Jackie knew this. Yet it might still cause her to go off the rails, again. If she woke up with me naked next to her. It wasn’t like we didn’t wake up that way almost every morning for the past months. Still, I capitulated and left my boxers on.

I pulled the covers back on what had become my side of the bed. I put the pillow, she had pulled over her head back where it belonged. Then I carefully picked up her light and naked body. She instinctively snuggled into my bare chest in the short walk around the bed, where I lay her back down. She didn’t immediately let go of my neck when she was on the mattress. It wasn’t a conscious refusal. It was as innate as the snuggling against me. I did get her to let go and pulled the covers up over her naked form.

I pulled the covers back on her side of the bed. I was barely in and under the cover when I accidentally brushed up against her. The slight touch was enough for her to scoot over to me. I normally slept on my other side and wrapped Jackie with my arm. But having switched sides of the bed, I had forced myself to change that. Our bodies which usually melded together like spoons in a drawer were thrown off. Being face-to-face on a pillow was great. I got to watch her expressions as she slept. But we couldn’t achieve our full body contact.

Not awake but not fully asleep she put her lips to mine for a kiss. It had none of the hunger of the previous night. But it wasn’t how I would kiss Karen either. I enjoyed the soft feel of her lips on mine while it lasted. Content with the kiss, she rolled over and pressed her back, butt, and legs into me. She finished the familiar position by grabbing my hand and pulling it over her. She placed it with her semi-hard nipple poking into the center of its palm. Then she squeezed on the back of my hand, just once.

I followed her lead and massaged her tit not doing anything special to its nipple for a while. I switched breasts and did the same to the other one until I passed into sleep. It was a deep sleep. One with dreams of my mouth covering Jackie’s twat licking up her juices. It had me hard when I finally woke up. I looked at the clock and we had been in bed together for over three hours. And Jackie showed no signs of waking up.

I would have gotten up but was concerned losing my heat might wake her and she clearly needed the rest. Instead, I went back to massaging her breasts and enjoying the unconscious purrs and moans she gave off with each squeeze. The massage lasted another hour and Jackie’s sleeping body reacted. Though my dick was captured in my boxers, it was buried between her ass cheeks. And the fire coming from her groin heated it up.

When she awoke she didn’t scream at me or smack at my hand rubbing on her tit. She calmly lifted it and rolled to face me. She put the raised hand on her shoulder and proceeded to put her hand on mine. She used me to move closer. Her exhaled breath bounced off my face. I slid my hand on her shoulder to her lower back and pulled the rest of her body closer as well.

She looked at me in the eye as well as studied my face. She didn’t say anything, just studied. I took the time to study hers as well. Despite the red puffy eyes, she was still gorgeous to me. It was the first time I noticed the slightest dimple in her cheek and how perfectly straight and narrow the bridge of her nose was. It seemed strange I hadn’t noticed them before. She exhaled hard. Evidently, she had decided what she wanted to talk about. Flatly she asked, “Can I ask you a dumb question?”

Conversations that started that way mostly got heavier quickly. I hoped I might make it start off light. It might make a heavier topic relatively light as well, “I am sure you can.” I stressed can. “People ask me dumb questions all the time. I know I am supposed to say there are no dumb questions. But there are some really stupid ones out there. But sure, you may ask your question.” Again, I stressed the “may” hoping the grammar lesson was obvious but not beat in with a sledgehammer.

Jackie gave me one of her adorable grins at the “can”. It was one of those grins that made me determined to keep her around. “Why do you like seeing me naked?”

Talk about a question out of left field. I needed clarification before I walked into the minefield that the question presented. “I don’t understand your question. What do you mean by why do I like seeing you naked?”

“Well, our bet. You said it was ridiculous. But you obviously wanted to see me nude. And the cab driver, he tried to look at me every chance he got. Why is that? I know there are much more attractive people in the world. And that is with their clothes on. So what is it that makes you want to see me without clothes?”

“Wow. Who would have thought this was a hard question to answer? “ I started off. It was to give me time to think of the full reason. It was something I had always taken for granted. Men and women like to see those people they are attracted to without clothes. “My ‘because you are beautiful’ you have already shot down. Though I don’t think I’ve seen that many women more beautiful than you. I guess it is because we like to see our ideal. And in seeing it in some way possess it. Like the cabbie and the men in the lobby, they know they will never physically or sexually possess you. So, they want to do it mentally by looking at those parts that are the heart of your physical sexuality. It is their way of possessing them.”

“Possess like Hans does One and Two?” she asked.

“I think we can call them Gretchen and Heidi away from them or Hans,” I informed her. “But not just like that but to feel and to touch the desired person’s sexual being. And I guess in the end the biology of the person looking wants to mate with the desired person. So looking at you naked and all the areas that can bring pleasure is a kind of mental mating.”

“I guess that all makes sense,” Jackie said running her hand on my arm. “May I ask another question?”

I smiled at her grammar correction. “Sure. But this is kind of a weird conversation.”

“I know. But my repaying the bet got me thinking about it,” Jackie explained. Then she got personal in a way I had never expected. Much more personal than I could have predicted with this weird conversation. And she seemed not to get embarrassed discussing the topics like she was talking to Karen or one of her girlfriends. Not her employer or the guy that was paying her to be there. “Do you think I innately know the men want to mate ... fuck me. And that is why I get wet? Because a lot of the time, I do. And because I am a virgin it embarrasses me? So once I really know what mating, ... fucking ... is all about I won’t be so embarrassed?”

“Maybe. Or maybe you don’t think people should know about your private matters. And for some, fucking is a very private matter.” I hypothesized further, though I likely shouldn’t have. I probably should have left it there. But didn’t, likely extending the conversation. “So it could be you think people know you are getting wet and believe you’re thinking about fucking. And most people’s upbringing says. Getting turned on and wanting to fuck a lot of people individually or in a group makes you a slut. And you don’t want people to think of you in those terms.”

“But I’m not a slut.” She said adamantly.

“I know that. But you clearly worry other people will think that of you. After all your brain naturally knows all those staring at your private parts are fucking you in their heads. And I would imagine you think they would consider you a slut for letting them, a complete stranger fuck you. It doesn’t matter it is only mentally.” I said trying to make the logic in my head work and easy to follow.

“So if I don’t care what other people think of me, then I won’t be embarrassed. If I walk around nude?” She asked.

“Easier said than done. It takes a lot of self-confidence not to care what others think. We, I include myself in this, are social beings. So there is almost always one person you care about what they think of you. If not you would likely be a sociopath,” I said.

“I think I understand,” She said looking intently at me. A couple of seconds later she asked, “You know I’m not a slut?”

“You, my dear are a beautiful, wonderful woman, I am happy to call my companion,” I said kissing her nose, playfully.

She did her heart-melting grin again and kissed my nose in return. “For now.” She jumped up out of bed and grabbed a towel. “I’m going to sit in the hot tub for a few minutes. What are you thinking for dinner plans.”

I debated saying staying in and having dessert. Though, would have likely ruined Jackie’s good mood. And instead said, “Don’t know. Maybe it will come to me in the hot tub.”

I noticed she didn’t grab her usual wrap or even put the towel around her waist. But the rooftop spa was somewhere she was already mostly comfortable being nude. If she was going to push herself, it would have to be somewhere else she was not familiar with. But I wasn’t sure why she would want to push that particular boundary.

No one was up in the spa when we arrived. It didn’t surprise me. Sundays would

get busy later after the guest checked in and did the obligatory going out on the first night. Then the very wealthy would be up to join us, the impostors. After all most of the people we had met so far could buy me out three times over.

Jackie was playful from the moment I got in. She splashed me like we were in the pool. Then she came over and again thought she could tickle me. Both ended badly for her. She was captured and multiple zerberts were administered to her stomach and neck. They made her laugh so hard that it made it easier to restrain her arms behind her.

I had her with her arms captured behind her giving her a zerbet on her upper chest when Tyleen walked in. “Looks like you learn a thing or two while at Hans’.”

I was still upset with her for what she had done before going away for the weekend. But I would talk to her about it in private. Others didn’t need to know our business, including Martha and Jackie. Then I realized, I didn’t remember telling her where we were going so it seemed strange she knew. Martha was right behind her, “Which one was One, and which one was Two?” Jackie did what she could to look confused at the question. Martha saw through it, “Was Heidi One or was Gretchen One while you were there?”

Jackie looked at me questioning if she should answer. I answered but didn’t really, “That’s right you know Hans, Gretchen, and Heidi.”

Tyleen smiled like a cat that ate the canary. In reality, she probably had eaten both of the twins. “Quite well, actually. Can you believe those two women each had two sets of twins? No one that has done that should ever look that good.”

Jackie finally piped up, “They both are extraordinarily beautiful, smart, and kind.”

Martha said, “Their children are as well. So lovely and engaging.”

I got the overtones and said, “Unfortunately, they were all off at school.”

“When meet them you will find it hard to believe they are siblings. Well, except all the girls look like their mothers and the boys like their father. But all eight of them seem to get along like no siblings I’ve ever seen.” Tyleen stated. She pointed back and forth between her and Martha, “We fought like dogs growing up. But Hans’ kids even when they were little, they got along.”

Tyleen had just unintentionally told me, she and Martha had known Hans and the twins for a very long time. I said, “Hopefully, if we go back their children will be there. I would like to meet them. And if they are half as smart as their parents, I might hire one or two of them.”

“Oh, you’ll go back again. And likely the kids will be there,” Martha said as if it was an immutable fact. “But if you hire one. You will have to hire them all. There is no way you are getting one of the eight to leave the rest to go to Texas. With that group, it is all or none.”

“Really, I have siblings. And I think they would prefer me to be in Texas where they aren’t.” Jackie said. I kind of felt sorry for her. Siblings should be a source of strength and love. Not necessarily Martha and Tyleen’s type or even Hans’ children. But definitely not like Jackie and her siblings.

“Well, then it is a good thing you are moving there,” Tyleen said. I looked at Jackie to see if she thought it strange, Tyleen knew she was moving and not already there. Jackie understood what I was asking without asking and she shrugged her shoulders. It was then I thought it strange Jackie and I could communicate somewhat like Hans and the twins.

Martha added, “Yes it will also be good that when the whole clan comes to visit only Karen, Tom and Maria will have to be flown in. Too bad we aren’t related, by blood anyway. That will be one hell of a gathering.”

Again, she was talking like it was a given. The clan would all be in Texas. I had to ask, “The clan?”

“Well, when family gets that big I would call it a clan,” Martha said.

“Four isn’t that many,” Jackie stated not knowing who was really Olivia’s baby’s father. How the sisters knew was also a mystery. Though they could have guessed based on when Olivia was here and being fairly sure I was fucking her. But still how they knew I wasn’t wearing a condom was of interest.

Tyleen chuckled but didn’t let the cat out of the bag. “Well, maybe you can add to it and get it up to eight or nine.”

“Oh hell, no,” Jackie said slightly less definitively than usual with the usual. “I am a companion. not a concubine. I am sure there are lots of women out there who would squeeze out a child or two for Joe. Only to get at his money. Not me.”

“Yeah, you skipped over the squeezing out a couple of kids and went straight to the money,” I joked and made a goofy grin. It was to make sure she understood I wasn’t being serious.

“Hey, I work hard for what you pay me,” Jackie splashed me. “I come up here to the hot tub, I take naps, and I go to amusement parks and zoos with you. That is a lot of hard work.”

“Yes ... Yes, it is,” I agreed shaking my head, no, the whole time. “And the squeezing out a couple of kids is child’s play? If you will pardon the pun.”

“Exactly,” Jackie said and acted like she dropped the mike. “I’m going to the sauna. It is such hard work.”

Jackie was out of earshot when Martha said, “In a couple of years, you should remind her of this conversation.”

“If she is still talking to me then. Maybe I will,” I said

“She will be and much more,” Tyleen said.

“Ok, you two have been hinting around like you know something. So what do you think you know? That I don’t about my own life,” I asked bewildered.

“We have seen it before. There is something about spending a weekend with Hans and One and Two. It changes most of the people they let in. You and Jackie are part of the select few. And of those select few, they are almost always on a particular path and don’t know it or wouldn’t admit it. And the changes are not all at once. Most of the time it is gradual when they occur, yet hastened. But we have also seen a couple where the changes were quick and dramatic,” Martha said.

Tyleen then added, “Or maybe we are full of shit and pulling a mind fuck on you for the fun of it.”

“That one I believe,” I said. I liked a good mind fuck as much as the next guy as long as I get to do it back sometime. After that, we just talked about our respective trips. They seemed overly interested in how the twins took the news Olivia was pregnant and that it was my child, she carried. They also asked when I planned on letting Jackie know. I told them never. As far as Max was concerned Olivia’s child was his. And if he wanted to live with that lie, I would not say differently. It was a lie that would hurt no one as all the people lying knew the others were lying.

I got hungry after thirty minutes. I thought of asking Jackie if she was up to being dessert. I’m sure she would have smacked me if I had asked. So instead I went to the sauna with the idea of suggesting ordering in.

I opened the sauna door and saw her leaning back with her legs spread wide apart. The pink of her pussy’s valley and cavern’s entrance were the first thing anyone entering would have seen. Her whole lithe body was covered in beads of sweat including the valley of pink. But I doubted that was sweat. The purple marks on her stomach and covering her labia were even darker from the extra blood flow to her skin. I had to remind myself that the only time she had let me eat her and drink up her juices recently was when she was in a frenzied state of lust. She wasn’t there now. So licking the sweat off her body and enjoying her pussy’s juices were out of the question.

“So burgers or steak in the room for dinner?” I asked.

Jackie raised her but didn’t close her legs on hearing my voice. “Sure I could go for a big hunk of hot meat for dinner or dessert.” She started to laugh at my expression of shock.

“Haven’t you heard never tease a weasel? It isn’t nice,” I replied to her.

She swiped her hands down over her tits and down her tight stomach. She directed the squeegeed sweat at her mons. The gathered sweat then rolled through the opened lips and around her vagina’s hole. Only to gather back up and finish the path down over her rosebud. The small sphincter spasmed as the sweat rolled off falling onto the floor below. She finished the erotic-looking removal of the perspiration beads and said, “Then you are not a nice person. Based on last night.”

Jackie had broken the seal on the topic, which I thought was verboten. The way she had done it didn’t lend itself to a serious conversation but evidently she was ok with innocuous jokes. “Like you are right now? Maybe we could have dessert before dinner.”

“Nah, I don’t want to spoil my appetite,” she said standing up. “I need to get a shower before we eat.”

“OK, I will order while you get your shower. Now, seriously burger or steak?” I asked.

She walked passed me sashaying her hips as she went. “Damn, I must be losing my sex appeal. You didn’t even offer to join me.”

My initial thought was her attitude had seriously changed and I had no idea why. And I refused to believe it all had to do with going to Hans’ for the weekend. The more I looked at her and pondered it the more I was sure it was a masquerade. “No, if anything that sweaty little ass is more gorgeous than ever.” On the spot, I decided to see how her attitude had changed. Or how deep the masquerade ran. I cupped my hand and smacked her bare ass harder than a love tap. “I was going to suggest it once you were in and hadn’t locked the door.”

She jumped at the smack that had sweat sprayed out in every direction. It even left a blush pink outline of my palm and fingers. She did nothing about it. The lack of response gave me some of my answers. She did say though, “Well now that I know your plan. I may have to lock the door.”

She continued walking toward the stairs down to the floor our room was on. I didn’t stop playing along. “I guess you may. So T-bone or tube steak for

dinner?”

“Tube streak does sound good. But that is more of a dessert than a main course. So I guess the ribeye,” She replied before bolting to the room. Her ass cheeks bouncing up and down as she ran was a thing of beauty.

She was in the shower with the bathroom door closed but not locked. I checked. I ordered dinner for the two of us. And waited my turn in the shower. She took a long time and came out with the towel only around her head. The rest of her hourglass shape was uncovered and dipping from not being dried.

I asked, “What took so long? Normally after the sauna you’re in and out in five minutes.” Five was actually ten but it sounded better.

“I was waiting for you to join me,” she said. Her expression said it wasn’t a joke.

Unprepared for her reason, I darted past her. Gretchen wasn’t there and until I understood Jackie’s new mental state staying away from her was the best way of not fucking her.

Life took an unexpected turn when I stepped back into the room. Jackie was sitting up straight at the table waiting on me. She had set out the delivered dishes and arranged the silverware neatly and correctly. She had my beer placed over my spoon and knife. Everything seemed to be in place. except ... Except for Jackie’s clothes. She was completely naked, even the towel around her head was gone.

I threw on some loose shorts and an equally loose shirt. I went to the table thinking I had broken Jackie, and not in a good way. I made no mention of her lack of attire as I sat down. I smiled and as an acknowledgment of her nakedness, I said, “Everything looks delicious. Thanks for letting the bellhop in to set up the table. You gave him a good tip?”

“I am assuming blowing him was a good enough tip,” She said straight-faced. “And I set the table up the way you like it. First, though I had to swallow all the spunk he shot into my mouth.” She started to guffaw when she saw my reaction. “Isn’t that what you said? I should blow the kid for his tip.”

“Oh, you are an evil woman,” I said. I couldn’t believe she could keep a straight face while claiming she blew the bellhop. “An absolutely gorgeous evil woman.”

“Thanks, I do my best,” she said as she cut into her steak.

“At what being evil?” I asked.

“At being gorgeous,” She smiled.

“Well, you have succeeded. I could look at you like this all day,” I said.

“That is just because you want to mate with me. I bet you are fucking me in your mind as we speak,” Jackie said with a smile. “And I kind of like that idea.” She seductively put a cut piece of steak in her mouth and slowly pulled the fork prongs from between her lips.

“You are so evil,” I joked grinning. “You wouldn’t want to make a ridiculous bet on what I’m thinking, would you?”

“Sure,” Jackie said. “As long as it is just staying naked. And you won’t think I’m a slut when I lose. And leave me.” She sounded a bit insecure at the end of her comment.