Chapter 23

I untangled my shirt from the waistband and worked my skirt down, tossing it in the hamper. After taking off the shirt, I used it dab between my legs to clean what hadn't already dripped out. I threw it at Jack, who caught it one-handed.

"You can clean up the carpet while I take a shower." Jack and I have this battle going on about whose mess it is. I say since he made it, it's his. He claims it's a gift to me and if I choose to drip it out, it's my problem. So far, neither of us has conceded to the other.

Bozo looked up and wagged his tail as I entered the kitchen but didn't bother getting off his rug. I got a glass from the cupboard and filled it with ice water from the front of the refrigerator.

"Ya think I should get one for Jack?"

He answered me with another thump or two so I poured a second glass and took it back to Jack, sipping from mine along the way. I took my time making my way back to the bedroom.

"Here you go, Dear."

He took the glass and downed half of it. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine."

"Then why are you walking like an old man?"

"It's nothing."

"God damn it, Jill. Don't treat me like an imbecile. What's wrong?"

"I'm just a little sore."

"What... was I too rough on you?"

"Not you. Your pants."

"My pants?"

"Your pants, your zipper, that little tab you open and close it with. You were pounding into me pretty hard and they were banging into me. I'm just a little tender."

"Oh, God, Jill. I'm sorry. I didn't think."

"It's OK. I just need to take it easy for a while. No big deal."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It wouldn't have been the same if I did. The pain made it that much better."

"You like pain?"

"A little. Once in a while. When you smacked me on the butt like that, it surprised the hell out of me. And it pulled me even deeper into our game. Besides, it wasn't really pain. Did you ever get a blister from wearing a pair of shoes that didn't fit right?"

"Sure."

"Well, it isn't something that happens all at once. It takes a long time until you actually feel it. You may notice it rubbing and you know you should probably do something about it but it doesn't really hurt for a long time. That thing with your pants was like that. I could feel them every time you pounded into me. That's part of the reason I came so hard. You scraped my clit a little bit each time and it stimulated the hell out of me."

"Part of the reason. What's the other part?"

"I was afraid."

"Afraid?"

"Oh God, yes. You don't know what you did to me when you came in and spoke in that deep voice. For a minute there I almost thought you were someone else. And then that smack on my butt. I bet you left a handprint on me. I can't count the times you've smacked me but this one was so different. It's always play, but this time it was like you really meant it. And then you ordered me to suck your cock. No urging my head down into your lap, no 'Please, ' just 'Suck My Cock!' You said 'Little Girl' but I heard 'Bitch!' It felt like you could go off on me at any time. Part of me knew it was you and I was perfectly safe, but there was another part of me that was afraid you'd hurt me somehow or force me if I didn't do everything you said. God, I was so fuckin' wet."

"Well, I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Jack, don't be. That's why I didn't say anything. It hurt the first time we made love. It hurt when you took me in the ass. Both of those times hurt worse than this. And I wouldn't give either of them up for anything. I'm not ready for you to chain me to the wall and come after me with a whip, but I'm not going to worry about a little hurt once in a while."

"You want I should kiss it better?"

"Maybe later. Right now it's a little too tender for that. But I will take a regular kiss."

He put his strong arms around me, arms that had dragged his body miles upon miles through the water, and pulled me into his chest. My nipples dug into the fabric of the shirt he still wore. I closed my eyes and lifted my face, offering my lips to his. First a little brush of his skin, then he latched onto my bottom lip and drew it into his mouth, sucking it in and caressing it with his tongue. He released it and cocked his head a little to the side and attached his lips to mine. I pushed my tongue to the edge of my mouth and encountered his. The demanding, I'm gonna take what I want, don't mess with me stranger from earlier was gone. This was my lover, the man who made me feel so cared for I wanted to give him every bit of me there was to give. His love flowed into me like the rush of adrenaline I'd felt earlier, but different. The adrenaline had surged through my blood so I could attack or escape. This love surged through my being, my heart, my soul and made me more a part of him and him me.

While we were kissing, his left hand slid down my back and ended up on my butt, gently massaging where his alter ego had smacked me. What pain he'd caused had only lasted a few seconds so there was nothing to fix but that didn't stop him from doing his best anyhow. As he rubbed, his right hand crept to the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. I felt a surge in the flow of love from him, now coming from both his lips and his hands, from all directions. My arms were around him, just under his shoulder blades and I pulled tighter, crushing my breasts to his chest, moaning as I molded his body to mine.

I let out another moan when the phone rang. Jack let me go and I answered it.

"Hi, Mom. Is it after 8:00 already?"

"Hmm. Yeah, we're still coming down there. Jack and I were busy. I guess time flies. Did Mary hear anything?"

"Oh, good. Are they all right?"

"OK. I was going to take a shower and then got rudely interrupted. We'll be down in a few minutes, OK?"

"See you then."

I hung up the phone.

"Charlie called. Mom says they're OK and his mom's in a clinic. She says they'll tell us about it at dinner."

He pinched my butt. "Go on, get in the shower. I don't want you blaming me for anything else."

I saluted and said, "Yes, Sir," then squealed and ran down the hall as he lunged at me. I was all the way to the bathroom before I realized I could run without hurting. As I waited for the shower to warm up, I thought about that song by Huey Lewis, The Power of Love.

I got in and felt resistance from the door as I tried to close it. Jack followed me inside and pulled it closed.

"No funny stuff. Your mom's waiting for us."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He didn't swat me; he leaned up against me, holding his cock upright as he did, then letting it settle between the hemispheres of my butt as he pushed into me. He moved up and down a couple of times.

"Jack. I mean it. No messing around."

He put body wash on his bare hands and soaped me down. Nothing overtly sexual, but more than was absolutely necessary, especially on the good parts. I stood up on my toes when he got around back and pushed a finger into my rear a half inch or so. I stood there and took it, cursing silently, wondering what made me promise to go downstairs for dinner.

After he was done with me, I washed Jack. I pumped his cock a few times, just to show him that two can play that game. When I let go, he wasn't stiff but he wasn't flaccid, either.

We got dressed and Jack opened the front door. My dog, who hardly had anything to do with me when I walked into the kitchen bare ass naked went through it like a shot. Different priorities, I guess.

He'd set off the motion detectors, so the whole side of the garage was lit up. The house looked the same from this side except that there was scaffolding covering it. Bozo was doing his best to water it everywhere it touched the ground that he could reach. There were a few legs up against the house that missed out on the baptism.

Jack said, "Guess we'll have to use the front door."

"Did you see the house when you got home?"

"Yeah, it looks good."

"They put a new garage door up, too."

He changed directions, pulling me along behind him. The floods on the front of the garage were pointed out at the street, leaving the door in shadow so we couldn't make out much detail.

"I can't see much at night. How does it look?"

"I don't know. It looks like a garage door. It's metal and it's gray and it's new. And it doesn't swing open. It kinda moves straight up and bends over at the top and goes into the garage."

"Hmm. I'll check it out in the morning when the sun's out."

Whatever. It was just a garage door.

Jack went to open the front door and it was locked. He shrugged his shoulders and rang the doorbell. It took a while for June to open it.

"Sorry, Guys. I didn't think. I locked it like I always do when I came in."

Jack said, "If you don't want us, we can always go back home."

Bozo just snaked his way between us and went on in. He's never been one to wait for a formal invitation to go inside. June pulled the door wide open and stood to the side, looking the two of us over and smiling.

"Yeah, I bet you'd like to go back home."

Neither of us said anything. We just smiled back at her.

She said, "I was in the middle of something in my room. Mary's in the kitchen fixing dinner." She headed down the hall and Jack and I turned into the kitchen.

Mary had her hands in the sink, peeling some vegetables and looked over her shoulder when we walked in. "Hey, Guys."

We both said Hi. I sat down at the table and Jack walked over to Mary. He stood right next to her and whispered something into her ear. She squirmed as if she was trying to get away from him but kept her hands in the sink. Jack leaned a bit closer and the next thing I knew, he was sliding his hand down and into her back pocket. She seemed to grow a foot or so as he squeezed her butt and she rose on her toes. Her neck and face turned red from the bottom up, like a cartoon character. He got closer, his lips almost on her ear, whispering something to her when she reached behind herself and grabbed his arm, squatting and twisting at the same time, pulling his hand out of her pocket. "Pervert!" She took a swing at him with a cucumber and he came over to the table, laughing.

"What did you say to her?"

"I just asked her if she wanted to be on my volleyball team."

"That's mean."

Mary was putting cleaned veggies on the cutting board next to her, so I went over there.

"Are these for the salad?"

"Yeah."

I got a knife from the rack and started cutting and slicing, scraping the pieces into the big bowl that already had lettuce in it.

Mary turned around. "You can grate some cheese for the salad, you sex freak."