Ok, so here goes my first-ever submission. Please be gentle with me.
So much of what follows is due to the efforts of my editor. S0rethr0at.
Part One
The darkness of night enfolded me. Clouds covered the sky; there was no starlight and no moon. It was black as a boot. Perfect.
In my ear, a voice whispered, “Move up for 100 meters to the front. Silent approach.”
I checked my wrist compass, its dull glow just enough to confirm direction. I slowly started to move. The ground was a wet mixture of mud and rocks, and it made being quiet no easy task.
The voice in my ear whispered again, “Contact front! 20 meters.”
I continued forward, my senses picking up even the slightest sound from loose equipment to the chatter in the trench ahead. And before I realized it, to be honest, I was slithering eel-like into a muddy trench. Screams and gunfire erupted all around, and as I got to my feet, a body came charging at me full tilt. With no time to shoot, all I could do was dodge.
I think my attacker must have been as surprised as me as he turned to raise a weapon. Too slow, I dived, grabbed him by the legs, and brought him down, dropping weapons that clattering to the ground.
I felt a glancing blow and then another as my attacker’s arms, unencumbered, rained down blows on my head and shoulders. I grabbed his balls and squeezed as hard as I could, he screamed, and the blows stopped. A mixed blessing as the scream would surely bring others running. I grabbed my knife from my boot and lunged at his gut, the knife slid in easily through his cheap uniform, but he still screamed.
“Damnit, shut up, man.” Drawing the knife back, I went for the kidney. Evidently, I missed as the guy heaved up and threw me off him. I managed to grab him by his hair and get an arm around his throat. But still, he was wriggling and screaming.
Cursing, I took the knife and worked the tip between his jaw and his ear and lunged with all my strength; the razor-sharp blade slid in. I pressed hard, and the blade continued its journey to cut the brain stem and spinal cord. Working the blade back and forth to make sure this time, I let his body drop.
I was covered in blood, mud, and shit, sweating like a bastard despite the cold night and blowing hard trying to get my breath. I found my weapon and cleaned my knife, returning it to my boot scabbard. I slowly became aware of another presence.
Darkness and silence enveloped me, soft hands stroked me, and a soft feminine voice was saying, “Tom, it’s ok, I got you.”
How could this be? I was in combat; how had this angel reached me? Dead; that had to be it. I am dead. And a sense of calm washed through my body. The voice, that angelic voice I remembered, belonged to my wife.
Oh, no. How can this be? I started to cry great wailing, desperate sobs of grief. Yet the arms still held me, the voice still spoke to me. Panic set in. What about the detachment. Rusty and Spot and Friday Tinks and Scubber, what about them? They don’t seem to be here, so at least they can’t be dead, can they?
At least I wasn’t in pain. And then some odd happened, a blinding light came on and my daughters Alice and Lucy were bouncing on the bed, throwing their arms around me and crying, “Daddy! Daddy!”
Slowly I became aware. I was not in the freezing, muddy hell of the South Atlantic. But at home in Hertfordshire with my family. I started to cry again while Jess got the girls back to bed. I have these flashback nightmares occasionally now, and I cope with most things day-to-day.
My wife, Jess, is my rock. Without her, I am sure I would have committed suicide years ago. This is our story.
Until I met Jess, my other saving grace had been golf. I started playing as a kid and kept it up over the years slowly. I improved until by the age of 30, then I was down to scratch. It was golf that took me to the US, and although I was never going to be good enough to play on tour, I could get work in a pro shop giving lessons. Long story short, I ended up working for a hotel group in Palm Springs that owned several golf complexes.
The Golf complex I was working as a golf pro at, had a bar that I often went to, to relax. I walked into the bar feeling somewhat self-conscious. I had left the Royal Navy 7 years ago and immediately took a job offer in the US. With my only family being only my dad, life was fairly stable. I didn’t have a great job in Palm Springs, but there were a lot worse. Walking around a golf course every day, teaching customers how to batter a small ball around a field more effectively, was certainly not a terrible way to make a living.
The tips made up the short fall in salary, and I got free accommodation and free food if I wanted the use of all of the clubs’ facilities if I felt inclined to. I scraped together enough cash to buy an old mustang in decent nick. So, life was settled.
I called dad every week, and he seemed well enough and happy. I was about eight weeks into this life when I saw her. She was working in the bar; waitressing, and must have been new.
As I appraised the view, I mentally made notes. Height: about 5’8”, if reckoning figure: lean and fit. My God, was she fit. Legs the short skirt of the waitress uniform showed off: oh wow, just wow! Face and hair: a shining vision of loveliness.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, olive complexion, and a wonderful cascade of hair, black as a raven’s wing, were something to wonder about. That perfect hair fell down her back to lightly caress the most perfect ass I have ever seen.
A voice in my ear whispered, “Don’t drool, son, it’s rude.”
“Who is she?” I asked Harlon, one of the wait staff.
“That is Miss Jessica Sanchez, boy, and if you are thinking of going there, beware, you’ll get frostbite from her man.”
I looked at him and asked, “How do you know?”
“Boy, I think every hot-blooded male within 50 miles has tried to get to know her, a good number of the women, too.” He drawled in his soft South Carolina twang, sounding regretful, almost painful.
“How come I haven’t seen her here before?”
“She been home to look after her sick pappa, I think.”
“And?”
“Reckon he died. How come she’s back here, I don’t know for sure, though she won’t talk to rednecks like me or no one else on staff for that matter.”
My mind started working; she had to be hurting and presumably lonely. And that just should not be the case for someone as knock-out beautiful as Jessica Sanchez. I settled in a lounge chair at the back of the room to just observe.
The bar was busy, and Jessica Sanchez worked the room like a cat watching over her brood of kittens. This seemed to be her natural habitat. She smiled at the customers who spoke to her, especially the ones who were alone. If a customer got fresh with her, she put them down as efficiently as any warrior I had seen. That smile was her best weapon.
Eventually, she came my way. I started to sweat with nervousness, and my natural shyness charged into action, freezing my tongue. I knew I would just stammer like an idiot. This happened every time, every damn time, even after all I had been through, I couldn’t talk to a girl without making myself look like an idiot. And now, heading straight for me, was the most incredible creature I had ever seen.
“Hi, Tom.” I looked up, startled. “Err, H-Hi.”
I stammered, “C-could I get a b-beer, please?”
To my absolute astonishment, she quickly checked the room and then pulled out a chair and sat.
“Hi, Tom,” She said again; her voice was like warm maple syrup sliding over pecan pie.
“Hi,” I stammered out. “I’m s-sorry, I, err… well, I don’t know your name, I’m a-afraid.” This was painful; I was making myself look like an escapee from a special learning school. My face burned.
That voice dripped again, “I’m Jessica, Jess to my friends. Tom, you don’t have to be nervous, so please try to relax.”
She stood, extending those legs and that lithe body in a fluid, poetic move that made my mouth run dry. She brought me my beer and dropped a napkin on the table, nothing unusual in that until I picked it up to wipe the table and I saw the note.
Tom, please, please meet me after work in the lounge. I finish at 01:00 am.
It has to be said that I was so flabbergasted, I just sat there and stared at the note, running all sorts of scenarios through my head; even some completely outlandish fantasies. I couldn’t, for the life of me, make any sense of this. The other elephant in the room was that I had to start work at 04.30 am.
If I met Jess tonight, I would be in trouble at work. The issue, of course, was never in doubt and at 01:00 am, I was sitting in the soft lounge chair waiting for her.
She strode around the corner in jeans and a tank top.
“Hi, Tom. Come on, let’s go. I don’t want to feed the rumor mill here.”
I got up and followed her out. We only crossed the main drag to a small coffee shop. As we slid into a corner booth– I always sit so I can see the door– I noticed a couple of guys staring at her.
“So, can I ask why we’re here?”
She looked at me. And I saw the confidence that she had seemed to possess while in her working environment start to wain.
“I have been waiting for you to speak to me.” She said, sheepishly. “So that I could slap you down like the others.”
“Oh, thank you.” I said, my anger starting to rise. “So, this is set-up then.”
“No! No, please don’t get upset.” She replied hastily. “It’s a joke. I was only joking.”
“Ok, so tell me then. I’ve not seen you before today, but you seem to know about me, my name.” I questioned in a not too friendly voice.
“I noticed you when you arrived,” She said. “It was just before I went home.
“You looked different. The way you walk, the way you carry yourself, the way you are with the clients, you are different, and it caught my attention. All the time I was away, I wondered about you. No one has ever had this effect on me before, and it worried me a bit. Anyway, when I got back, I asked about you. Everybody I asked loves you, but they also commented on your shyness.”
Bugger, I thought I was doing a decent job of just being the grey man, but it seems not. She was still speaking, “So when I saw you this evening, I thought this might be my only chance. I was worried about scaring you away. I know how the other staff talks about me.”
I just stared. She looked shyly at me, and we sat in silence. It looked like she was going to leave, so I managed to blurt out, “Don’t go, please. I’m just completely dumbstruck. You see, I’m hopeless at dating, always have been. Oh, it’s great once I get going into a relationship, but meeting girls for me has always been an issue. And I have never ever met anyone as beautiful as you are, and when you came over to me in the bar, I froze like I always do. So, there you are, I suppose you never want to see me again, now.”
She looked at me for what seemed like hours, and then said, smiling, “Thank you for telling me that.” Then she reached over and took my hand. I was amazed. She stood up, pulling me after her. And I followed her; I’d follow her anywhere.
We stood in the warm palm springs night, the moon was shining and full, it’s light reflecting on the water like a ball of light, rippling as the waves rippled.
She spoke softly to me, “I am not like other women. I do not give up, and I do want to see you again.” With that, she put her arms around me.
The problem with a perfect life.
The next day at work, I was like a zombie. Harlon noticed straight away.
“Christ, boy, what did you do last night? You look like you spent the night fuckin’ a raccoon pit.”
“Leave it, Harlon.”
“Well, ok, but you better get your shit together afore Floyd gets here, or he is gonna beat your ass.”
I smiled wryly. Floyd was a big guy, but I had dealt with big guys before. As it happened when Floyd turned up, he took one look at me and sent me home, saying, “You look like shit, boy. Go sleep it off, or we’ll all be infected by your limey ass.”
He was trying to goad me, but I was just too tired.
I went to my apartment, and I think I was asleep before I hit the pillow.
I sat straight up in bed when I became aware of someone knocking on the door.
“What the hell.” I stumbled out of bed. The evening light flickered through the windows of the room, and I realized I had slept for hours; I winced when the knock sounded on the front door again.
“Jess? What then? Come in.” I was suddenly aware of my appearance: shorts and nothing else. Jess walked into my modest apartment. She looked at me with her head on one side. I expected her to laugh, but instead, she just smiled and said, “Get dressed, sleepyhead. We are going out.”
My foggy brain produced too many questions all at once, but I resisted the urge to ask them. Jess waited in the lounge, and I reverted back to basic training, pulling on cargo pants, a polo shirt, and sneakers in the privacy of my room. I went to the bathroom and washed my face in cold water.
I walked into the lounge, and Jess was sitting in my only chair.
“Hi, Jess.”
She looked at me and smiled.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“I heard you got sent home from work, and I feel guilty. It was my fault after all.”
I assured her it was not, but she just smiled.
“Come on, let’s go explore,” she said. I steered her towards my Mustang and opened the door for her.
“I love your car.”
“Thanks. I try to look after it.”
The neck of her floral blouse opened slightly, allowing me a glimpse of dusky skin. I started to get hard and hoped she wouldn’t notice.
We drove out towards Las Vegas until Jess told me to pull off the freeway and head for a place called Calico. I’d never heard of it but just being with Jess was enough wherever I go. As it turned out, I needn’t have worried; we walked up the main street of what appeared to be an old west town, a bit run down, mind you.
Jess explained that Calico had been a silver town until the silver ran out and folk just left. I was fascinated by the old buildings, the boardwalk street, and, in the center of town, an old west-style saloon. I could hear music. I raised an eyebrow at Jess. She looked at me and grabbed my hand, “Come on, I love it here, and the food is great.”
Then to my surprise, she almost dragged me through the swing doors of the saloon. I stood and stared; never in my life had I seen anything like this. Memories of every old western I had ever seen flashed through my mind. Jess looked at me with a frown on her face.
“If you don’t like it, we can go,” she said.
“No, No, I love it. I’m just surprised in all sorts of ways.” I hastily replied.
A server came over, and I asked for a table for two. She led us to a booth in a quiet corner. We slid into the bench seat, and Jess looked at me.
“Talk,” she said. I thought for a few seconds, then taking all my courage in both hands, I started.
“Jess, I confess I don’t understand; you are one of the most amazing people it has been my privilege to meet. You are smart, kind, and beautiful beyond belief. You could get any man you wanted, and yet here we are.
“I just don’t get why you would give even a passing glance to a bloke like me, 5000 miles from home, no real career to speak of, a crappy apartment, and a crappier old car. And there is loads you don’t know about me. I have my issues, some of ’em I’m over here trying to run from.”
“So? Look, I’ve seen you around for a while. When you came into the bar last night, you didn’t just charge in and try to hit on me, which, let’s be honest, is an occupational hazard for even an average-looking girl like me.” She hurried on before I could interrupt.
“Despite your opinion of yourself, you are handsome. Your shyness is endearing because it is real. You exude a quiet charisma that is a rare thing. Whatever issues you have, you can tell me about them or not. But, either way, I will try to help, oh and I am tremendously attracted to you so there.” She finished with a giggle.
I sat speechlessly and astounded; no one, certainly none of the few girls I had dated, had ever said anything like this.
That night under the stars above the desert, we sat and chatted and laughed. As we drove back towards Palm Springs, we held hands in silence, my old V8 rumbling away. I pulled into the parking lot, and then it happened. We looked at each other, and slowly, hesitantly, we kissed for the first time in our short 48 hour relationship.
Her lips were as warm and soft as butter, her tongue delicately explored mine, and I wound my fingers through her mass of dark curls. Eventually, we parted and sat looking at each other. I noticed her nipples were standing proud, so hopefully, she had enjoyed the experience as much as I had.
I had to attend to a somewhat stubborn hard-on, and I beat Tom junior for the way he had behaved. I beat the absolute snot out of him twice!
Jessica’s POV
I noticed this new guy at work, one of the golf pros. He seemed different from the others, not loud or brash, just always smiling and pleasant. I asked around and found out he was a Brit. I was intrigued. Coming from Costa Rica, I had never met a Brit, and I was curious. It didn’t hurt that he was built not in a massive way like some guys are, but he had amazingly broad shoulders, a tight waist, and a cute butt. And that’s all I really knew.
I received a message to fly home; my Papa was ill, and I was needed. My Papa is a head ranger of a wildlife park in the outskirts of San Jose. It’s a good job, and he earns good money, but it’s stressful.
It turned out Papa was in the hospital. He had a heart attack, not a massive one but a worrying one all the same. The next four weeks were a blur as I nursed papa when he came home. My mama fussed over him, and eventually, I flew back to Palm Springs.
I had thought about my mysterious guy on and off while I was at home, and I determined to find out more about him. I get hit on a lot because of the way I look, and I hoped that this guy would be different. I was not disappointed.
I saw him walk into the bar my first shift back. I saw him look, even stare at me and my heart fell. Surely, he’s not like them, I prayed. Instead of approaching me, he went and sat at a table in the back of the bar. My heart jumped.
I grabbed Harlon when I got the chance and asked him all about the newcomer.
“Girl, he’s a nice guy for a limey. I suppose he’s quite lost in himself. He’s a loner. Say if you’re lonely, any one of us would be pleased to step up. No need to be looking at some fool limey.”
It’s just that attitude, that arrogance, that irritated me. I went back to the bar, and when I got a chance, I spoke to Kelly, my co-worker, and I suppose BFF.
“Oh, he’s cute, very quiet, polite, just keeps to himself. I saw him on the range one morning, and girl, when you see that body move! You interested?”
I blushed; she gave me a sly look.
“You will have to go get him. He won’t come after you, babe.”
I snuck a look towards the table I had seen him sit at, and he was still there. Right, here goes, I thought. As I walked towards him, I honestly thought he was going to run. He fidgeted, and when I spoke to him, he stammered. Instead of finding his shyness annoying, I found it charming.
I had my own insecurity issues and could only guess how much he had had to overcome because of it. Slowly we started to talk. The more we talked, the more I liked Tom. He was painfully shy, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I asked him to meet me after my shift, and he did.
The rest, as they say, is history. The next night I took him to Calico, one of my favorite places. And at the end of the night, we kissed and oh wow, wow wow wow. I was hooked, utterly and completely.
Tom’s POV
My head was buzzing as I lay in bed, things like this just don’t happen to me. Ok, I was lucky to be working in a job I loved. But beautiful women just do not walk up to me and talk to me, let alone ask me out, they do not take me to desert ghost towns, and they certainly do not kiss me.
In fact, my past history with the fairer sex had convinced me there is definitely something wrong with me. I have been the object of fun teasing and abuse since I was young. Sometimes even complete strangers would start on me for no reason. I was painfully shy and a natural victim.
In fact, one of the reasons I joined the Royal Navy was to get away from the social disaster that was my life and surround myself with other guys with whom I got on for the most part. In essence, instead of solving the problem, I ran from it, and I was still running 20 years later when I moved to Palm Springs.
The arse of it was, I was lonely and aching for female company. So when out on what was known as a: “Pull a pig night,” with a load of my shipmates, I unusually –for me — got one. A girl. Rather than just using and dropping this girl, even though she was far from the type of woman I found attractive, I started a relationship with her.
I didn’t care about my mate’s piss-taking. At least I had someone in my life. As it turned out, the relationship was a disaster. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s surprisingly difficult to fake affection for someone you just don’t fancy.
In the end, one deployment after another did for it, and I was relieved at first. But then the loneliness set in. It took another 7 years before another relationship happened, and this time, I struck luckily or thought I did.
She had a killer body and banged like a barn door in the breeze. We did it everywhere we could, any time we could. I was introduced to the joys of fucking a girl in the arse and, most notably, group sex. Threesome’s foursomes and moresomes. Swinger’s parties and orgies. What a life… except it wasn’t really. She loved it, and I had fun, but ultimately there was no depth, no romance, and when I deployed again, she carried on partying without me. When I got back, she was gone.
And that was it. Now, I had the prospect of something real, a proper relationship. I hoped, with a vibrant adult female attraction was never going to be a problem with Jess. But other things might.
Now on top of all my existing insecurities, I had quite severe PTSD. Flashbacks, nightmares, violent outbursts, and massively deep depressions on occasions.
Having left the Royal Navy, I once again turned to golf with serious intent this time. I knew I was too old to be a tour player, but I could try to make a living from the game. I was to find, as with most things in the UK, opportunities were rare and they paid lousily.
It seemed screwing as much as possible out of golf pros was as much a habit as screwing the rest of the population. I was on the verge of giving up and to be, fair considering suicide when I got a call from a guy I had met whilst I had been cross-training with the 6th fleet. Shaun and I had crossed paths again when we were deployed on a combined forces mission to a hell hole in the desert. He had taken a round in the shoulder and one to his gut. We were a small detachment and a long way from help.
Between the 6 of us we carried Shaun the best part of 100 miles before we were picked up. Although the pain must have been excruciating he never complained, never made a sound. I never saw him again after the medivac flew him out. I found out he had survived when his unit CO sent me message of thanks and that I thought was that.
Now it seemed he was managing golf complexes in California. Hence, I found myself in Palm Springs.
Evidently, sleep was not on my radar for tonight. So when I watched the sunrise first grace the slopes of the dramatic beauty that is San Jacinto Mountain, I got up and went to the range. I was striking the ball as well as I have ever done, maybe because I wasn’t thinking about hitting golf balls.
My head was filled with Jess, her voice, her smile, the grace of her body, everything. I knew I was falling hard, and I knew I was in for an emotional beating.
I must have hit 2 or 300 balls because the heat of another day in the desert was starting to make itself known. I stopped to take a drink and then I noticed a figure stood in the cool shadows was a woman.
Curious, I put the 7 irons back in my bag and started to walk over. I’d only walked a few yards when the figure walked away, disappearing into the car park area of the clubhouse. I was puzzled but also aware that I had to go get the shop open and start the day. I wondered who the mystery lady was on and off throughout the day until my last client left at 14.30.
I let Floyd know I was done for the day and went to find Jess.
I found her in the back of the bar, counting stock. When I walked in, she dropped her clipboard and threw her arms around me. What followed was the kind of kiss that melts a man’s soul.
“Wow, hello,” I said. “Can I see you tonight? What time are you done?”
“I’m off at 18:00, love. I can’t wait to be with you again.” she blushed. “I’m sorry,” she gushed. “I don’t want to be too pushy, but I really like being with you.”
“I like being with you too,” I said. “Do you want to go out to eat or go to a movie? Or I could cook for you.” I said hesitantly.
She looked at me, astonished. “You would do that for me? You would really cook for me?”
“Of course, if you wanted me to,” I said.
“I’ll be at your apartment at about 19:00. How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” I said. We kissed again, her body molded to mine. She must have been able to feel junior was paying full attention, but she didn’t seem to be embarrassed. She pulled away and told me, “Go, get out of here before I get fired for not getting this stock count finished.
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Jess’s POV
I had been thinking about what Kelly had said, and I wanted to see for myself. So, after getting up earlier than I think I ever have, I went to the range to wait. I knew Tom would be there; he had told me he went to the range every day before work.
Hiding in the shadows, I watched as Tom set up his bag and started hitting balls. Kelly was right; his body moved with a kind of poetic fluidity, sending ball after ball into the distant sunrise seemingly without effort.
As I watched, I was aware that my pussy was wet, just watching my man– my god, did I already think of him like that?
He used his body in such a perfectly harmonious way I was hot as I watched from the shadows. I unzipped my capri pants and slid my hand inside my pussy which was soaking. And as I started to rub myself, I imagined that body close against mine. His hard cock driving into me, driven by the power of those languid movements. Oh my.
I curled two fingers into my pussy, my palm pressing against my clit.
My god, he is beautiful to watch. I leaned against the wall and started to shake as my orgasm approached, and then it hit, washing over me in a wave so powerful, I almost passed out.
It was then I noticed Tom was walking my way. I panicked; I just walked and then ran through the car park and back to my apartment. Still hot and breathless, I stripped off and found some clean panties. I had to get to work as I was on the early shift.
I was counting stock when Tom arrived, he walked into the stock room, and I threw myself at him. Our kiss set me reeling as I pressed myself against him, and I felt what promised to be a very nice package harden between us. Oh, my, this is getting too much. I wanted him so bad. When Tom offered to cook for me couldn’t believe it. This man was unbelievable.
Tom’s POV
I had errands to run, I needed to get to the fish market, and to the deli, I planned on making fresh bread and a captain’s pie and dead man’s leg for dessert. I had a busy afternoon ahead; I shopped as quickly as I could and got back. I got the bread going in the bread maker and set about making the sponge outer for the dead man’s leg.
That done and resting, I skinned, boned, and diced the smoked haddock, tiger prawns, and skink I had for the pie. I added chopped peppers, salt pepper, and chives. The gruyere stilton and raclette next, and finally the potato crust.
I actually just about got it done when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door for Jess.
“Come in, Jess. Dinner is just about ready,” I said.
She was a picture of loveliness wearing a simple summer dress that complimented her olive skin beautifully, as well as showed off her fantastic shape and legs. I felt Junior start to get up to his old tricks and mentally had strong words with him.
“Smells amazing,” she said, stepping through the door. We kissed, and I led her to the kitchen, where I poured the wine she had brought. We chatted briefly while drinking slow sips of wine and then sat down to eat.
To start with, I served the fresh bread with olive oil garlic, and chili dip, which Jessica raved over. The Captain’s pie was equally well received.
We left the desert for a bit, took our drinks out onto the small deck, and snuggled up close to watch the sun sink behind Mount San Jacinto. The sky turned the most amazing shades of red and orange and pink. As the sun slowly sank, the lights of the ranger station at the top of the cable car became visible.
Jess swung her legs up onto my lap and laid back, closing her eyes. I slipped the soft pumps she had worn off and picked up her foot. I started to massage and rub her foot, and soft moans started to escape her lips.
“Oh, that’s fantastic,” she said. Her husky accent was stronger than usual, and it had the most erotic effect on me. Junior, of course, was up and looking around like a periscope looking for a target. As I swapped feet, a soft snore escaped the ruby lips of the gorgeous creature laid out before me. I knew I was falling hard already.
I noticed the summer dress had ridden up her thighs slightly, and the sight was so erotic I moaned out loud. So intense was my attraction for this woman.
She startled awake, “Oh my god, I’m sorry, love, that felt so good. I’m so sorry. How rude of me.”
She moved her feet slightly and encountered junior, “Oh, hello,” she said, giving me a sexy smile. “You brought a friend. Can I meet him?”
I stared, stammered, and started to sweat. Jess swung her feet down and closed on me, putting her arms around my neck.
“What’s the matter, love?”
“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling myself redden. “It’s just you are so sexy, so lovely, so wonderful in every way. I can’t help but get excited when I’m close to y–!”
The kiss was hot and deep and full of lust and love. Hard and sensitive, caring and hungry. When we eventually came up for air, she was close to me, looking deep into my eyes.
“Oh, Thomas, you silly man, I’m flattered you find me sexy. It’s something I’m not used to.”
I made a mental note to query this point later.
“You’re a very special man. Kind, gentle, romantic, and sensitive. Oh, and very, very sexy.” She paused, looking down. “Umm, I want to say something I can hardly believe is true after so short a time. I love you, Tom. I am in love with you. Please don’t hate me, please don’t send me away.”
I put my fingers to her lips, “Oh, Jess. Jess. Jess.” I said tenderly, feeling the emotions inside my heart explode.
She looked worried; I saw a tear start to form.
“Of course I don’t hate you. I’m certainly not angry, and I am definitely not sending you away or going anywhere. I love you too. It’s crazy fast, I know, but I’ve never met anyone like you and never thought I would.”
She smiled and pulled me in for a kiss.
“Can I stay in your arms tonight, Tom? I want to hold you, feel you next to me.”
“Of course,” I said. “but I don’t want to rush you into anything. I don’t want to do anything you are not ready or uncomfortable with.”
“Oh, Tom, I’m not a child, you know, but thank you. Now, where’s my new friend? I want to say hello.”
She slid off the seat in front of me and reached for my pants, undoing my belt and the waist clip and then unzipping. I lifted my butt to assist her in getting them off, and junior burst out of my boxers. He always was direct about meeting people.
“Oh! Hello,” Jess said and promptly gave him a kiss, and then another and then a lick, and then she took him into her mouth. I was lost; I started to tremble and moan. She pulled back and off, looking at me with smiling eyes, before sinking her mouth over me again.
I felt her tongue swipe the underside of the head, and I nearly lost it. She looked up at me and sucked harder, swiping me with her tongue again. I tried to warn her, I really did, but I was gone, lost in a world of feelings and sensations and love.
“OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!” Jess didn’t flinch as I exploded in her mouth and throat. Eagerly she gulped it down, and when she had licked me clean, she came into my arms.
“I love you,” she whispered into my semi-conscious ear. “Was that ok?”
I was stunned. “Jess, you are amazing, totally wonderful, and I love you,” I murmured. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I want to pleasure you.”
She looked at me nervously. “Hmm, Tom, do you mind if we don’t? Just hold me, and let’s stay here. I’m sorry.”
I looked at her, puzzled. “Ok, love, if that’s what you want. But I feel very selfish.”
“No, please don’t. I’ll explain, but for now, just hold me.”
Jess’s POV
I felt amazing, so happy I still can’t believe I’ve found such a wonderful man and fallen in love so quickly. When he cooked me such a wonderful meal, I knew I wanted to stay with him and feel his arms around me. I knew I wanted him. I was hot for him, my pussy was wet, and yet I knew I could not make love to him the way I wanted to.
And I knew I was going to have to explain something about my past that I had never told anyone, not even my papa. I had learned to live with my dark secret and come to terms with the fact that I would never be able to love a man and make love with a man. Until a week ago, I thought I had a handle on the situation. And then I met this marvelous wonderful man.
Yes, I was lonely, and when I had approached Tom, I was only really looking for a friend. Never did I anticipate the way things would go. Now I had a problem. I enjoyed giving Tom a blowjob; he has a really nice cock, and his cum tastes lovely, and yet the whole time I knew he would want to please me, and I knew I would not be able to, could not let him.
As I curled up in Tom’s arms, I could sense he was troubled by my refusal to let him full access to my body. My god, I wanted it badly enough, and so did he, and yet, I knew he would not ask me, and I knew I had to explain but not here, not now. There was something I needed to do first.
My heart ached for Tom. I knew I was hurting him, but beyond all, I hoped he would wait for me just a few more days. I booked a flight home, dreading what I had to do but knowing there was no option. I would have to confront my father and tell him about my love for Tom and that I wanted to be with him. I did a lot of thinking on that flight.
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