Chapter 3: A Sigh Of Relief

Jackie:

The guilt fell over me like a dark cloud. I drove quickly away from the Motel, my heart heavy. Why had I allowed this to happen? Why was I once again going down a dead end street with George?

"When will I grow up and act responsibly?" I heard myself talking to myself. I pounded the steering wheel in frustration and anger with my weakness.

I drove around town for a while, letting the bad feelings subside. Perhaps I was justifying my behavior, I don't know.

A very good orgasm is wonderfully relaxing, but a slump in spirits can follow it. Slowly I realized that this was what was happening to me. My mind slipped over the events since I met George. How nice it had been to be with him, how gentle he could be when he wanted to.

"He was so cute when he came between my breasts," again talking to myself, I looked around to see if anyone was looking. It really was a high to see what an effect I could have on him. He was wild with excitement and it showed in his face and in the thrusting rigidity of his body.

"And his cock is... well, amazing!" I laughed out loud. I couldn't help it, I just laughed with pleasure thinking how it felt in my mouth. I just couldn't help thinking about it. It was long, quite long.

"And curved. Curved like a banana!" I whispered in a questioning tone. I hadn't seen all that many penises, and I didn't know that they were sometimes curved. I found myself moving my lips in various ways trying to recall what it had felt like as my lips slipped over the bulging head and then closed around it. And his foreskin had slipped back and made him bare to my tongue. The man behind me honked to remind me that the light had changed.

"If you only knew, what I was daydreaming about!" I said into the mirror. I also noticed that George had chewed the lipstick off me rather unevenly.

I pulled into the car park at the grocery store and did a hurried repair job. I smiled into the mirror, in spite of myself. I searched for telltale love bite marks on my neck. I was ashamed to find a pleased look in my eyes as I found a distinct red welt just below my ear.

Suddenly I knew that there would be another time. It was inevitable. I was even starting to build a case in favor of it. It would definitely be just the one more time, though. Just to finish it off, once and for all.

The thought of meeting again was exciting. The image of George's long curving cock was like a movie running in my mind. It had been so hard and so tensely erect when I kissed it. Its entire length looked stretched, taut, and eager. It was like a rampant animal with a life of it's own.

'And when he came! Ohmigod, there was so much. Like a flood of warm hot cream!" I heard myself say. As I recalled the spurting flow of cream over my breasts and the first splash on my face, I could feel the moisture building between my legs.

I grinned sheepishly, again hoping no one was observing me. Here I was as getting wet between the legs and wearing no panties!

" What will he think of me leaving my panties tucked under his pillow?" I wondered. I had become a complete tramp. And it was fun.

"But, if I do meet him again, it must be for the last time!" I said firmly.

It occurred to me that I needed a few items of groceries and I walked into the store. I felt the cool air on my bare bottom as I strode with a new youthfulness in my step. I moved quickly through the store aisles and picked up a few items. Then as I neared the checkout line, I passed a display island containing bunches of bananas. I stood examining one of the larger bunches. Suddenly, I could feel my face redden as I realized that I was comparing the large banana to George's

Curved penis. I dropped the bunch of bananas into the cart and hurried to the check-out lane.

Chad was out for the evening and I went to bed early. Reading didn't put me to sleep and I tossed and turned with my thoughts. In a rush, I hurled back the covers and almost ran down the stairs to the kitchen. When I returned, I was carrying the largest and firmest of the bananas. I told myself that I was just hungry, but it wasn't so.

Back under the covers, I slipped the large fruit between my thighs and imagined that it was George. I shuddered with the pleasure the thought gave me. The condoms were buried deep in the back of Chad's nightstand and I rummaged noisily through the other bric-a-brac until I found one. I struggled with the packet, sitting tensely on the side of the bed. Slowly, I unrolled the condom down the large banana and fondled its new velvet-like feel.

George's cock had been about the same size, it seemed to me. I imagined him between my widespread legs and nuzzled the blunt end of the banana against my vagina. Slowly, I pressed and it slipped into my vagina, wet with my sex juices. With eyes closed and I slipped the long, firm banana deeper and deeper, holding it at last by the very end of the condom roll.

"That's what he would feel like!" I thought, guiltily.

The curve of his prick would touch all along my tunnel and then at the same time be pressed against my clit. A long shuddering orgasm began in my tummy and soon radiated until a warm glow surrounded the imagined cock as it slid in and out of my pussy. In and out, over and over, slowly, then faster, then rapidly thrusting against my squirming pussy. Until at last, my second orgasm of the day at George's hand left me comfortably sleepy.

I stripped off the rubber and slipped it under the pillow. I peeled the banana's skin back, pretending it was George's foreskin, and began eating his cock in the dark. A smile of contentment went unseen by anyone but me.

"Tramp!" I muttered to myself.

George:

"Yes, OK. Sure, I understand, just... well never mind, I'll work it out somehow. I think there's a four O'clock flight, I can be there by about 9PM." I replaced the receiver, the disappointment showing on my face.

"What's the matter, George?" Ellen, the secretary, noticed my expression.

"Oh, nothing really. I have to cut the visit short, that's all."

I forced a smile. She would have assumed I was concerned about the work. I pondered what her reaction would be if I were to tell her that I was disappointed not to get one more chance at fucking Jackie.

After changing the reservation, I found I had two hours to spare. I walked down the hall for a little privacy and dialed Jackie on my cell phone.

I waited with one finger poised to cut off the call if anyone but Jackie answered.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi! It's me!"

"Oh, hello." She said quietly, giving no indication of how she felt.

"Can you talk?"

"Not exactly." Obviously she couldn't talk. Someone must be there.

"It's important. Besides, I want to thank you for the gift you left!"

I heard her stifle a giggle at the other end. "Really? I'm a little tied up just now."

"Well, I really need,... need to talk... need you... " I started.

"Listen, I don't think I can, really."

My heart sank a little deeper into disappointment.

"It's important!"

"Well,... can you call back,... in ten minutes?"

"Sure, OK. Ten minutes exactly.

"OK, then." The click of the receiver was hollow in my ear. I wondered what the hell I was so disappointed about. It was just a piece of ass!

Ten minutes, I started to dial and then stopped myself. I steeled myself for another two minutes and then dialed her number again.

"Let's see how anxious she is," I muttered to myself.

I stared out the window. The phone rang only once and I heard her voice.

"Hello?" she said.

"It's me!"

"You're late." She said.

"Sorry, but I'm glad you noticed."

I heard her stifled laugh. "You are such a rat. You always were!" she said. "What is so important?"

"I have to leave this afternoon instead of tomorrow, Jackie. I really wanted to see you again before I had to leave."