Chapter 15

When they left the suite a few minutes later, they saw Melissa at the far end of the hall. She seemed to do a double-take, then turned and rushed around the corner, probably heading for the kitchen. A little later, when they walked through the door, she was already setting out two more plates.

Jeff pulled Ann tighter against him, and they stopped just inside the kitchen. I know Ann is blushing. Damn, I thought I was too old to blush, but my face feels like it’s on fire. Everyone was seated at the table as he locked eyes with his wife, then slow-winked at her. The instant grin on her face was a welcome sight.

“What’s the matter with you two?” Diana asked, the grin getting more prominent. Looking at Jeff, she asked, “Getting too old to take care of one little female?”

“Well, I, uh...” he said, semi-intelligently.

Ann looked at him, took pity, and came to his rescue. “No, he did his job perfectly. Might have even done it a little too perfectly, I guess. I’m broken,” she said. She had meant to tease and keep the mood light, but her voice cracked, and she had to fight to keep her lip from quivering. She shut up before she started crying for real.

Diana glared at her husband as she shot up from the table to come and take Ann’s hand. Seeing the look, Ann said, “No, no, Mrs. Matthews, uh, Diana, Jeff was very gentle. It was me. I’m little, I suppose, and I kinda had a ... well, my hymen didn’t give up very easily.”

Ann’s eyes were now brimming with unshed tears, and everybody had gathered around voicing sympathy and wanting to know what happened. Jeff just wanted to be somewhere else, but Ann suddenly turned, grabbed him and buried her head in his chest. “I’ve waited for this forever, and you let me make love to your husband, and now I can’t even do anything,” she almost sobbed to Diana.

Realization dawned on Diana. That was what my husband was trying to mouth to me. Ann’s time was not up, but she could not make love. No wonder the poor girl was so upset, she thought. “Ann, a lot of women are too sore to make love the morning after. That’s no problem. In a couple of days you will be well, and you two can take up where you left off. I’m not going to hold you to this one day, silly. Remember what I told you before?”

Turning Ann gently away from Jeff, Diana continued. “Now, let’s get you in the hot tub. I have a couple of pain pills left over from when I broke my ankle. We’ll give Laura a call just to make sure she doesn’t have any objections to the medicine. In no time, you will feel better.”

In what seemed like only seconds, Jeff was left alone in the kitchen. A few minutes later, as he was checking out what was on the table, Arlene returned to the kitchen. “Darn it, Dad. I told you to make her walk funny, not break her.”

Jeff started to say something in his defense when he noticed the smirk on Arlene’s face. “You know I was gentle with her, don’t you?”

“Yeah, Dad. We know. I just had to get a rise out of you. But what happened? Why is she so sore? I know Jack isn’t as big as you, but I was only a little sore the next day. She kept saying she had an ‘armor-plated hymen,’ or something like that. Was it really that hard to break?”

“Honey, I don’t know that we should be discussing this without Ann. It should be up to her to tell – or not tell – what happened.”

“Dad. She is telling. Mom just sent me back in here to fix your breakfast, and I didn’t get to hear all of it. We all helped with this. Remember? Now, what happened to Ann?”

Melissa rushed in, grabbed a plate, two cinnamon rolls and a glass of milk. “Ann is hungry,” she said, as she rushed back out.

Shrugging, Jeff said, “Nothing happened, Sweetheart. Her hymen must have been thicker than most. She probably should have had it clipped by a doctor. But she only has one more week out here. When she couldn’t break her cherry sitting on me, she had me get on top and insisted that I just ram on through it. Damn, saying it makes me sound like I’m some kind of monster. I knew it was going to hurt her, but she was becoming distraught. Shit. I have had exactly two women in my life before Ann. I’m no authority on hymen removal. I tried my best not to hurt her,” he finished lamely.

Hugging her father, Arlene smiled up at him and said, “I think if she didn’t have her going-home-time hanging over her, she would have just said she was too sore to do anything for a day or two, and that would have been it. One of the girls at school said she couldn’t use the bathroom for three days without hurting. But she didn’t seem to be too upset about it. Ann is so much in love with you that she wants to make love as much as she can before she has to go home. Mom will take care of her.”

Jeff took down a cup and poured himself coffee. Sitting at the table, he continued, “She didn’t seem too upset until we came in here, then everyone seemed so startled to see us. I guess it just got to her. Hell, I don’t know what to do. I feel like I have screwed up somewhere, but I did my dead level best to make love to her the best I knew how. I was gentle; I swear I was.”

Arlene cracked four eggs into a bowl to scramble them. “You’re making that mountain out of the molehill you used to tease me about.” Grinning at him, her eyes twinkling as she stirred the eggs and poured them into a skillet, she added, “Her pussy is sore. Well, maybe a lot sore, but she will be fine in a couple of days. Then you can fuck her brains out and send her home with a pussy full of come to remind her that she made love with her man.”

“I hope you’re right. Seeing her so upset isn’t what I expected this morning to be like.”

Arlene finished Jeff’s breakfast and set it in front of him. After he ate and had a second cup of coffee, he stood and said, “I think I’ll go check on Ann.”

“Oh, no, you don’t. Mom told me to keep you in here. Ann will be embarrassed if you show up. Right now, they will be laughing and joking about it, but you will get Ann upset again if you go in there. Trust me on this,” she finished, shushing him with her fingertips on his mouth before kissing him. “Ann isn’t the only one who loves you.”

They walked to the living room where Arlene pushed him into a chair, then sat on his lap and snuggled against his chest. “Mom and I are very proud of you, you know.”

I do not, repeat not, understand women. Mentally shrugging, he just shut up and kissed her. A little later, they were about to drift off to sleep when Diana found them.

Leaning over to kiss her husband, she said, “We soaked her in the hot tub, then used an applicator of cream that should help the swelling. Laura wasn’t at work, and she didn’t answer her cell or home phone, either, so I gave Ann half of one of my pain tablets, anyway. It knocked her on her ass. She’s sound asleep on our bed.”

“Baby, I certainly did try to be gentle with her. I...”

“Oh, shut up, you, big lug. We all know that. And we know what the real problem is. She’s so much in love with you, and she hates leaving so much. But I’m going to work on that. Now, I want to hear your version of this ‘armor-plated hymen’ Ann keeps grousing about.”

“It was,” Jeff started. “Or the closest you could come to it in real life. I have a blister on the head of my dick...”

“You have a what?” Diana asled, giggling. “I have got to see this,” she said, unbuckling Jeff’s belt and pulling his jeans down just as Melissa and Jennie walked in the door. Jeff grabbed at his pants, but it was too late. Diana already had his dick in her hands and was inspecting the head when the girls realized what was going on, and gasped.

By then, Diana was laughing as she showed Arlene the bruised head. Jeff could feel his face tingling, but the sight of the braless titties jiggling as Melissa and Jennie also tried to see his dick, was too much for him. In five seconds, he had a raging hard-on.

“Oh, shit,” Melissa said as she eyed his cock.

“Yeah,” Jennie said in a whisper.

Jeff was trying to pull his pants and shorts up, but Diana gave the head of his dick a long kiss before allowing him to get his clothes back on.

Diana and Arlene were laughing, but Melissa and Jennie just stared at his crotch, and then glancing at each other, grinned also.

“Ah, crap,” Jeff sighed out as he picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

After shaking Jeff awake from his impromptu nap in front of the TV, Diana said, “I just got off the phone with Laura.” At his vague look, she continued, “Come on, Jeff, wake up.”

Realizing something was wrong, he sat up in the recliner. Finally, understanding having filtered through his sleep-fogged brain a little, he said, “Okay, I’m back. What’s wrong?”

Seeing the look on her husband’s face, Diana realized that he had jumped to the wrong conclusions. Understandable, since she had shaken him awake while implying that something was wrong, and indeed, there was. “Nothing is wrong with any of us. I just had a long conversation with Laura, and you and I, and I suppose Arlene also, need to have a family conference.”

Jeff’s foggy mind finally got it together and remembered that Laura was the leggy brunette with the nice boobs that was Ann’s mother and Diana’s best friend. Nice titties run in that family, too.

“She answered her home phone just after you crashed. We’ve been talking ever since. She’s really down Jeff, and she has a right to be. Those assholes who bought out her company fired her as well as every other supervisor in the company. She said they let everyone go that had been with the company for ten years or more, as well.

“Oh, Hon, she has fought hard for so long to have something, and now that she finally has her head above water for the first time in her life, they fired her. She had already been putting out job feelers since the buyout rumors started a couple of weeks ago, but everyone she contacted is downsizing. She is thinking of taking a job in Florida for less than half the salary she has been making, but she isn’t even certain that the job will come open anytime soon. We have to figure out something to do for her, and I think I have an idea; you need an assistant.”

“I what? What do I need an assistant for? I’m not even working. I have all the pussy I can take care of,” he said with a chuckle, but he quickly noticed that remark did not go over well. “Seriously, Diana, what could I possibly do with an assistant?”

“I’m not talking about more pussy for you. But I am serious about an assistant. Oh, let me get Arlene, I don’t want to have to repeat everything, and she needs to be part of this. She’s not a child any longer, and I don’t want to make major decisions about our lives without her taking part. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Jeff started to protest, but Diana was already on the way out of the room. An assistant. What in the hell do I need with an assistant?

A few minutes later, Arlene came in and summoned him to the kitchen. “What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes round. “Mom told Jennie and Melissa to check on Ann every few minutes, and to stay out of the kitchen, that we were having a family conference. I’m not in trouble, am I Dad? I swear I didn’t do anything.”

“No, Punkin, you’re not in trouble. Just hang on a second. She will tell you what her idea is.”

As Jeff and Arlene entered the kitchen, Diana was pouring coffee for them at the small table. As they sat, Diana plopped the grocery pad and pen down and took a sip of coffee while looking at Arlene. “Do you think you could stand Ann being with us permanently?” she asked.

Before Arlene could answer, Diana continued, “I need to fill you in on a phone conversation I had with Laura. Then I’ll give you my idea of a possible solution. But it will affect all of us, and we need to think about all the consequences.”

Repeating what she had told Jeff for Arlene, Diana then drew a line down a page and labeled one column with “PRO” and the other with “CON.” Looking at Jeff, she said, “I think my husband needs an assistant. He does not think so, yet.” As Jeff started to protest, Diana shushed him. “My husband,” she said, looking Jeff in the eye, “is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Between the military, college, and his making us rich, he was gone so much that I almost got talked into taking a lover.” As Jeff frowned and sat up straighter, she continued, “Not Jack. Oh, it didn’t happen. I never even kissed this person, but the point is that you and I were drifting apart.”

“But, Diana,” Jeff managed before she shushed him again.

“Just bear with me, Sweetheart. Hopefully, this will make more sense to you in a minute. You have been a fine husband. No, a wonderful husband, and you were faithful to me, though I wasn’t to you.”

Jeff tried to intervene, but again, she continued, “You were gone far more than you were at home for most of our married life, and to me, that is most of my life, and all my adult life. Now we have more money than we will ever spend unless we get into buying yachts and such like you said before, and I don’t think there is any danger of that. But I know you. You have worked your whole life, and you will soon get bored, probably already have, and will start developing your next adaptation of your radar.