Midnight At The Oasis
by Ann Douglas
Ethan Connor walked down Third Avenue, enjoying the late
summer night. The dark-hairedeighteen-year-old had finished his shift
at the Woodrow Avenue Market well over an hour before but was in
no hurry to rush home. He was sure the minute he walked through
the door he and his father would just pick up their argument right
where they left it off this afternoon.
Their disagreement had been going on for almost two weeks
now, ever since the night Ethan had surprised his parents with a
surprise announcement at the dinner table. Since he really wasn’t
sure what he wanted to do with his life, he announced, it was really
a waste of time for him to start college in the fall.
Surprisingly enough, his father agreed with him, at least on
that part of his sudden declaration. It was his additional
announcement that he was planning to make his summer job at the
Supermarket permanent that Roger Connor took issue with.
If his son wanted to take a year off to find himself, that
was fine. But the elder Connor would be damned if he wasted it
working as a minimum wage grocery clerk. Not when the family’s
discount appliance business had just expanded to a third store over
on the west side of town.
Since he’d been working the late shift the last two weeks,
Ethan wasn’t the least bit tired, despite the lateness of the hour.
He’d tried calling Jimmy King, his best friend, before leaving work
to see if he wanted to go to a club or something. Jimmy’s mother
had told him that her son had gone out to the movies with Peggy
Dean.
Ethan had found it funny when Mrs. King had referred to
Peggy as that nice Dean girl. It didn’t take much to score with
Peggy, a fact that Ethan had first hand knowledge of. He might
not have a wealth of experience with girls, but Peggy had been
part of that experience.
“If I know Peggy,” Ethan laughed to himself, “she’s in the
back seat of Jimmy’s car right around now, with her legs spread
wide.”
An image of the two of then and the memory of his own
backseat adventures with Peggy brought a touch of regret to the
teenager as he crossed over to Baker Street. It’d been a month
since he’d even gone out on a date with anyone.
A few blocks further down, Ethan looked across the street
and saw the Oasis bar. It wasn’t a place he’d ever actually been in,
but his cousin, Martin, had told him an interesting story about it.
The twenty-one-year-old had gone to the bar one night with his
older brother.
“You wouldn’t believe this place,” Martin had said once night
when they were hanging out in Ethan’s backyard. “There’s all these
old ladies there looking for young guys, and man oh man, are they
hot to trot. There was this one redhead who came on like
gangbusters. She even gave me a blow job right there in the
parking lot.”
If Martin Connor told him that the Sun was going to come up
in the morning, Ethan would want to see it for himself. Not that
he’d call his cousin a liar, but he’d learned the hard way that he
had what might be generously be called an overactive imagination.
Thinking he had nothing else to do and a cashed paycheck in
his pocket, Ethan decided to take a look at the infamous bar and at
the very least have himself a beer. If nothing else, it would be
worth it to be able to bring it up to Martin the next time he told
his story.
The inside of the Oasis was pretty much like any other bar
Ethan had been in, not that he’d been in too many of them either.
The establishment had been built back in the 1940’s and the decor
hadn’t really changed much since then. A fact that only seemed to
make it more popular as the years went by. He walked up to the
far end of the L-shaped bar and took the last seat. Scattered
across the room where various two and three seat tables which
gave a bit more privacy than just sitting at the bar.
Looking down and across the room at the other patrons, he
did notice a few older women, two of them even talking to younger
men. Yet he saw even more people the same ages conversing as
well. Not exactly how Martin described it.
To hear his cousin tell it, he imagined people doing it down in
the halls leading to the bathrooms. Another Martin Connor myth
shot to hell.
“What’ll it be, kid?” a tall bearded bartender asked as he
approached from the working side of the bar and wiped the area in
front of Ethan.
“Just a beer,” Ethan said.
“Gonna have to see some ID,” the bartender said.
“Sure, no problem,” came the young man’s calm reply as he
pulled out his driver’s license and held it up.
The bartender took what Ethan considered a long look at the
ID before deciding it was real and grunting an okay. In actuality,
the card, which showed him to be of legal drinking age, was as
bogus as the birth date on it. It had cost him his entire first
paycheck to have it made, but it hadn’t failed him yet.
Ethan had finished half his drink when a forty-something
red haired woman dropped into the empty seat next to him. He
only gave her a glance before turning back to his beer, but had a
good enough look to notice that she had a set of boobs to beat all,
a rack barely held in check by a low cut black dress.
“Buy a lady a drink?” she asked, getting his attention.
Ethan turned his head back in her direction, figuring that
her question gave him the right to take a better look. On more
careful observation, Ethan would put her age at the far end of
forty, with that red hair definitely coming out of a bottle. Her
facial features were pretty nice for a woman that age, he decided,
and that big bust was a major attraction.
“Well, sugar?” she asked in reference to the drink.
Ethan looked up to find the bartender standing once more
opposite him, waiting to see if he was indeed going to pay for the
woman’s drink. Figuring he’d come this far, he nodded to the
bartender who poured out another of what the lady had been
drinking.
“I’m Carolyn,” she said as she brought the drink to her lips.
“Ethan,” he replied, lifting what was left of his beer as well.
“Ethan Connor,” he added, wondering as soon as he said it why he
had given his full name.
“I think you’re really cute, Ethan Connor,” Carolyn, who
hadn’t bothered to volunteer her own last name, said. The slight
slur in her speech gave credence to the fact that the drink in her
hand was far from her first of the night. “Cute enough to just eat
you all up.”
“Thank you,” Ethan replied automatically, not sure of how
else to respond to a statement like that.
“Would you like that?” she further asked after draining her
drink and wiping a drop of liquid from her lips by running her
outstretched tongue across them. “Would you really like it if I
just ate you up?”
Without giving Ethan a chance to answer, Carolyn leaned
over far enough so that the young man could have a much clearer
look down her dress. From that vantage point, he could see the
edges of her dark nipples against her exposed skin, peeking out
from a half-cup bra.
“I bet,” she whispered into his ear as her tongue tickled it
as well, “that whatever little girl you date, doesn’t even let you
come in her mouth.”
Again without giving him an opportunity to respond, the
older woman slid her hand between Ethan’s legs and groped his now
half hard cock. An act that almost made him jump off the seat.
Something he might just have done had Carolyn not been
practically sitting in his lap.
“Oh that feels nice,” she said in reference to the hardness
against her hand. “I bet it’d feel even nicer up inside my pussy.”
Almost any guy would’ve had the same physical reaction to
this woman given the circumstances, and Ethan was hardly going to
be the exception. Yet at the same time, he was aware of the fact
that in addition to arousing him, Carolyn quite frankly scared him a
little too. He’d never dealt with anyone so forward or direct
before.
“I ... err...” he stammered as he pulled back to the edge of
his seat, now almost falling off the cushion.
“I hope you’re not going to tell poor Carolyn that you’re
queer or something,” she said as she removed her hand in response
to his retreat.
Ethan jerked his head upward and looked around, wondering
if anyone was watching what was going on. To his surprise, not a
single other customer in the crowded bar was paying them the
least bit of attention. The bartender seemed to have noticed some
of it, but he just seemed to chuckle and turn his attention to
another drink order.
“Come on, baby,” Carolyn said, this time her voice a little
louder. “Don’t you want to have a real woman for a change?”
Thankfully, a sudden interruption eliminated the need for
Ethan to give some kind of answer. Another woman, this one with
short pure white hair and possibly even a few years older than
Carolyn had stepped behind the two of them. Dressed in a pair of
black slacks and a light blue blouse, she was both a few pounds
heavier than the redhead and not as well endowed. Nevertheless
she presented a much better image than the slightly intoxicated
woman sitting next to him.
“Excuse me, but isn’t your name Ethan Connor?” she asked,
much to Carolyn’s annoyance.
“Yes, it is,” Ethan answered, wondering who this woman was.
He was positive he had never seen her before in his life.
“I knew it,” the standing woman said with a broad smile. “I
was sitting at that table over there and was just saying to myself,
isn’t that Ethan Connor over at the bar. I’d just hate myself if I
didn’t go right over there and say hello.”
“Well now you’ve said hello,” Carolyn interrupted, the venom
in her voice giving clear notice that she didn’t appreciate the
interruption.
The new arrival ignored the comment and continued talking
directly to Ethan. An act that infuriated Carolyn even more.
“Now Ethan, you’re not going to sit there and act like you
don’t remember me are you?” the white haired woman said with a
small measure of disappointment. “Jackie ... Jackie Rutherford.”
Sure that something was way out of whack here, but
realizing that it was a way out of the little predicament with
Carolyn, Ethan took advantage of it.
“Oh course,” he said in a surprise filled voice, acting as if he
had just remembered her name. “Your hair was different then,”
he added on, padding his part.
“Yes, I decided to let it go natural,” Jackie said in an
obvious reference to the poor dye job on the redhead. She leaned
over and gave Ethan a kiss hello. A kiss that insinuated that they
were more than just casual friends.
The intimacy of the brief kiss wasn’t lost on Carolyn, who
seemed about to say something to Jackie.
“I’m sure you won’t mind if I join you,” Jackie said as she
eased herself onto the empty chair that had opened next to
Carolyn.
“Well I really think ...” Carolyn started to say.
“You’re too kind,” Jackie said, cutting her off.
Almost totally ignoring the now angry woman between them,
Jackie and Ethan exchanged meaningless chit-chat back and forth.
Even inebriated, it didn’t take Carolyn long to realize that her plans
for the evening had just gone bust. In a fit of pique, she got up
and left.
“Gee, I hope it wasn’t anything I said,” Jackie said in mock
concern as she slid one stool closer to Ethan.
Ethan watched as Carolyn moved to the other side of the
bar, her unsteady walk adding to the sway of her ass. Once she
disappeared in the crowd, he turned his attention back to Jackie.
“I don’t really know you, do I?” he asked.
“No,” the older woman laughed, “but you looked like you
needed rescuing.”
“I guess I was in a little over my head,” Ethan admitted
with a sheepish grin.
Their conversation was interrupted by the appearance of a
new bartender, this one shorter and clean-shaven. He’d spotted
the new arrival and had come over to see what she was having.
“Gin and Tonic,” she said as she opened her purse to take
out a twenty, “and bring the young man another beer.”
She paused for a second than asked Ethan if he’d like
something a bit stronger.
“No, another beer would be fine,” he answered, thinking that
this was the first time he’d ever had a woman buy him a drink.
The bartender quickly produced the drinks and went back to
another thirsty customer. Ethan has just tasted the second beer
when it suddenly occurred to him.
“How did you know my name?” he asked Jackie.
She took a few moments before answering, enjoying her
drink. Then simply stated that the first bartender was a friend of
hers and she had asked him. He in turn had remembered it from
the long look he had taken at his driver’s license. Ethan took the
answer at face value, thinking it made sense.
Over their drinks, and a second round that Jackie ordered,
they chatted for a while. The older woman provided a sympathetic
ear, listening to his problems with his father and even offering a
perspective of his father’s views that he hadn’t considered.
Ethan suddenly realized the time as he noticed the credits
rolling over the late news on the bar’s television. He had only
meant to stay out long enough for his Dad to have already turned in
for the night.
“Shit,” he muttered, “I didn’t realize it was so late already.”
“Are you going to be in trouble going home this late?”
Jackie inquired.
“Nah, they don’t really care if I even come home at all. I’ve
stayed out till the morning before.”
“That’s good,” she said with a smile, “because I was
wondering if you might like to come back with me to my place. It’s
not that far from here.”
The suggestion took him by surprise, then he realized that
Jackie had sat down next to him with the same goal in mind as
Carolyn. It was just her style that was vastly different. More a
soft seduction than a blatant proposition.
It seemed funny to him that his father’s off repeated words
about letting an opportunity slip by suddenly came to mind.
Thinking that this was hardly what he was considering when he
offered that advice, Ethan broke out in a broad grin and said he’d
love to.
Leaving part of her change on the counter as a tip, Jackie
took Ethan by the arm and led him down the long hallway that led
past the restrooms. She said that she was parked in the lot
behind the bar and it was easier to reach it out the back door than
through the increasing crowds out front.
Exiting into the midnight air, Ethan followed Jackie as she
let go of him and reached into her purse for her car keys. A noise
from behind them gave him pause as he turned to see what it was.
There, hidden from casual view by the large green dumpster
was a black guy about his age. He was leaning against the wall with
his pants down around his ankles. Kneeling in front of him was a
woman in a dark dress, totally involved an act of fellatio. The
headlights of a passing car momentarily illuminated the two of
them, just long enough for Ethan to realize that the woman with
the cock sliding in and out of her mouth was Carolyn.
“God-damn!” he slowly exclaimed under his breath before he
turned and hurried to catch up to Jackie.
As he climbed into the passenger side of Jackie’s car, he
couldn’t help but think that could’ve been him behind the dumpster.
Whatever awaited him at Jackie’s apartment had to be better
than that.
A second thought filled his mind as they moved through the
mostly empty streets. From the way Martin had described the
women in that bar, and Carolyn seemed to confirm it, Ethan figured
they’d all be horny old ladies grateful for the chance to do the
nasty with a younger guy.
Yet there was no way that Jackie filled that description. If
anything, he had the feeling that she had been in total control of
the situation from the moment she step up behind him. To his even
greater surprise, he found that thought to be very exciting indeed.
The trip to Jackie’s apartment took less than ten minutes.
She lived in the basement apartment of a three family house. Much
of her stuff seemed to be packed away in boxes, indicating that
she had either just moved in or was getting ready to move out.
“You’ll have to excuse some of the mess,” Jackie said as she
cleared away some of the obstructions.
“No problem,” Ethan said, thinking that the place still
looked more organized than his room at most times.
“Would you like another drink?” she asked, indicating a few
bottles lined up on a side counter.
The last beer he’d shared with Jackie in the bar had been
one more than he normally drank. Feeling just a little lightheaded,
he declined the offer.
“Well can I interest you in this then?” she said as she
stepped closer to Ethan and pulled him to her, their lips coming
together forcefully.
The kiss was as pleasing as any he had gotten from girls his
own age. It was definitely not what he expected from a woman
older than his mother.
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” she laughed as their lips parted,
“at least not right away.”
Ethan laughed at the feeble joke.
“Oh my, you really are tense,” Jackie said as she rubbed
both of his shoulders, “much too tense for such a young man.”
“Ohhh,” Ethan sighed softly as her hands rubbed his
muscles.
“I bet a good massage would do these tight muscles a world
of good,” she said as she continued her manipulations. “Would you
like that?”
The louder sigh that passed through his lips more than
signaled his agreement. She let go of him and walked across the
room. Jackie pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and turned
it around. Then with a hand motion she called Ethan over.
“You know,” she said as she took hold of the shirt he was
wearing and pulled it up over his head, “my ex-husband used to say
that my massages were almost better then sex.”
A now bare chested Ethan’s eyes opened wide at that
comment as Jackie ran her outstretched hand across his lightly
haired chest. The touch of her fingers against his skin was
electric.
“I said almost,” she grinned as she pressed forward and
kissed him once more.
Jackie positioned Ethan in the reversed chair, using his arms
to form a cradle for his head. Then she stepped out of his line of
vision.
Almost a minute passed and Ethan was perplexed to hear the
loud beep of a microwave timer. He started to lift his head to see
what was happening, but it didn’t even rise an inch before he felt
Jackie’s strong hands on his shoulders.
Her hands were filled with warm oil that she spread all over
his shoulders and back. As before, the touch of her hands was
fantastic, working their way across his neck and shoulders then
down his back. He’d never felt anything so good.
He felt her fingers move down his spine, running along his
waist and inside the band of his pants. Then up the sides of his
back, tracing lines in the oil she had just spread.
The hardness of her fingers was unexpectedly replaced by
something soft and even warmer than the now cooling oil. It took a
moment for him to recognize the sensation as that of flesh against
flesh. While the oil had been warming up in the microwave, Jackie
had also taken off her blouse and bra.
Rubbing her bare breasts against his back, the white haired
woman slid her still oily hand around his waist. With a practiced
motion, she opened his belt and undid the button and zipper of his
pants. Nimble fingers reached down into his underwear, caressing
the hardness contained within.
“Oh God!” Ethan said aloud, thinking that he had never felt
anything so erotic in his young life. For a moment he feared that
he was going to come just from her touch.
Shifting to give her greater access, Ethan felt her hands
slide up and down the length of his fully erect manhood, with one
hand going even further and cupping his balls. The combination of
sensations produced by both caresses was intense, and became
even more so when they were joined by the gentle pressure of her
lips as they brushed against the nape of his neck.
As Jackie’s tongue ran across the inner edge of his ear,
Ethan now understood why her ex-husband had considered her
massages almost as good as sex. That understanding brought
forth an even more interesting question. How good could sex be?
It was a question he quickly got the impression that he
wouldn’t have long to wait for an answer to. Jackie climbed on top
of him in the chair, her still covered bottom grinding against his
exposed cock.
Taking hold of the back of his head, she pressed it tight
against her breasts, massaging his cheeks with the soft flesh. It
wasn’t long before one of her thick nipples found its way into
Ethan’s eager mouth. As it did, he sucked on it greedily.
“Oh yes, baby,” she cooed as his tongue played with her
hard nipple. “Suck it, suck it hard.”
Keeping time with the movements of his mouth and tongue as
he moved from one breast to the other, then back once more,
Jackie maintained his erection with the motion of her ass. The
only thing that could make it better, the young man thought, would
be if she were totally naked while she did it.
A consideration Jackie seemed to consider as well as she slid
off his lap and with an erotic wiggle, slid down her slacks and
panties. Ethan’s eyes dropped down to gaze between her legs,
marveling at the immense patch of mostly gray hair situated there.
Her slip on shoes quickly followed her pants, leaving her totally
nude.
“Strip for me baby,” she said as she took a long step back.
“Show Mama what you got.”
Her use of the phrase reminded Ethan that Jackie was
actually older than his mother. Somehow, at this moment it didn’t
seem to matter a damn. Not even Peggy Dean on her most willing
night had ever gotten him this hot.
Ethan stripped as erotically as he could, trying to make it
slow and sweet. A far cry from the norm when he was trying to
get his pants off as fast as he could so he could get it into a girl
before she changed her mind.
Jackie seemed to appreciate his efforts as she leaned back
against a cabinet and played with her own body. One hand
caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples and squeezing the fleshy
mounds around them. Her other hand was down between her legs,
where two fingers disappeared within her gray bush.
“Play with your cock for me,” she said, “get it all rock hard.”
Ethan doubted it was possible to get it any harder, but he
stood there and began to pump it anyway. The thick residue of oil
her hands had left there helped his efforts.
Jackie’s tongue caressed her mouth in anticipation as she
watched his manhood slide in and out of Ethan’s hand. It was only
the second time he had ever jerked off with someone else
watching. The first had been one night when he was sixteen and he
and Buddy Jordan had compared techniques. Afterwards, they
both had felt so awkward at having watched the other play with
themselves that they never discussed it ever again.
Jackie stopped her self-pleasuring and stepped closer to the
younger man. She replaced his hand with her own and pumped his
cock a few times on her own. Then she dropped down to her knees
and replaced her hand with her mouth.
“Fuck!” Ethan wanted to scream as he suddenly felt himself
the recipient of thirty years of experience.
Jackie was like a starving woman suddenly presented with a
gourmet meal, devouring it again and again. Ethan wasn’t the most
endowed kid in his class but he’d always felt he was in the top ten.
A fact that seemed to belittle itself as she deep throated him
without effort.
With one hand she continued to pump his cock, speeding him
on the way to orgasm. Then with the other, she took a tight grip
around the base of his shaft, effectively impeding that same
climax.
Ethan’s legs felt week as his entire body seemed to be drawn
into her mouth. Lesser girls had caused him to explode long before
this and he couldn’t believe he had lasted this long.
Of course the answer to that was that Jackie had taken
control of his body in a way he had never imagined. All he knew
was that the level of pleasure he was experiencing increased by
the second.
The same experience that let her guide Ethan to a new level
of euphoria soon told Jackie that even with her help he couldn’t
hold back much longer. Releasing her restrictive hold, she doubled
the movement of his cock in and out of her mouth until she felt his
body shudder. Then she buried his cock as deep in her mouth as
she could, just as a torrid of hot whiteness erupted into her
throat.
With both hands against his ass, she held him in place as his
manhood pulsed a few more times. Until finally there was no more
for him to give. It had been an impressive reward for her efforts,
taking almost four bursts for his hard cock to completely drain.
That was the second best thing she loved about young men.
The first was of course that is wouldn’t be too long before he
would be ready to go at it again.
Letting his now semi-rigid member slip from her mouth,
Jackie rose up from the floor. She kissed him passionately, giving
him a taste of both his climax and the passion it had ignited within
her. She slid his hand between her legs and used it to rub her
pussy. He got the hint and began to do it on his own.
Their bodies pressed together, they continued to kiss and
play with the other. Ethan knew that the wetness spread across
his hand was just a preview of what was still to come.
“How are you at eating pussy?” Jackie asked between
kisses.
“Not very good,” Ethan replied, figuring that honestly
definitely was the best policy right now.
Like almost all of his friends, going down on a woman was
something Ethan thought you did for the shortest possible amount
of time. Just enough to give the impression you cared and then to
get your cock in there were it belonged. No sooner as he made his
admission, he realized that the woman in his arms wasn’t the type
to accept that opinion.
“Well we’ll fix that soon enough,” Jackie said as if to
confirm his realization.
“Let’s go into the bedroom where it’s more comfortable,” she
added as she took him in hand and practically pulled him along.
Jackie’s bedroom was as small as the rest of the apartment
and in just as much disarray. Still, the bed was large enough for
two and comfortable as well. More than that they didn’t need.
She spread Ethan out on the bed, then climbed next to him.
Running a hand up his leg, her fingers brushed against his balls and
then gave his semi-erect cock a playful tug. If she was any judge
of it, he’d be ready for round two in a very short time. No hurry
though, there were other games to play.
Lifting herself up so that she could straddle Ethan on all
fours, Jackie began to kiss various parts of his body. She started
with a kiss on the head of his cock, joking that it was the tastiest
part. Then she worked her way up his chest, alternating between
kisses, soft licks and gentle bites as she moved.
“Just close your eyes and enjoy it,” she said as she moved up
on the bed another few inches.
Ethan did as he was told, enjoying the tickle of her talented
fingers as they crisscrossed his chest. Followed right away by her
tongue as it played with his smaller but no less sensitive nipples. It
never occurred to him that a woman could play with and suck on
them as well.
Jackie reached the headboard and lifted her hands to brace
herself against it. Her kneeling legs rested along both sides of
Ethan’s head, giving him the clearest view of her gray and white
framed sex. The strong aroma of her arousal flooded his senses.
“Just relax and start off slow,” Jackie said as she lowered
herself to give him access.
It this had been Peggy or one of the other girls he’d
previously been intimate with, Ethan was sure he’d feel a lot more
intimidated that he did. With the moment of truth at hand, the
eighteen-year-old found that his desire to please Jackie far
outweighed any sense of trepidation.
“Mmmmm” Jackie moaned as her young lover pressed his
tongue past the damp bush that guarded her sex and managed to if
only by accident, brush against her most sensitive of spots.
His lucky discovery encouraged him further as he continued
to explore that area. Sliding one of his hands up the small gap
between their bodies, he used it to part the folds of her pussy lips
and gain better access.
While his experience was quite limited, he did have a general
idea what to do. Jackie was patient and understanding, gently
correcting his errors and guiding him in the right direction.
Ethan proved himself a quick study as Jackie was soon able
to close her eyes and let her body enjoy his attentions. After a
little while, the young man found himself asking what the big deal
had been in doing this in the first place.
He continued to apply the mini lessons he had just received,
adding to them what he knew from books and the occasional porn
film he got to see. If he wasn’t doing it exactly right, Jackie
didn’t seem to be of a mind to complain. In fact, no matter what
he tried, she seemed only to spur him on for more.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Jackie called out as she pressed her pussy
against Ethan’s mouth, rocking her body back and forth. “Deeper,
push your tongue in deeper.”
But she knew his tongue had reached its limit and a glance
back over her shoulder told her that there was something else now
available with a greater reach. Pushing upward with her legs, she
began to reverse the journey down Ethan’s body.
Reaching his midsection, she reached behind her back and
took hold of his cock. Holding it steady and upright, she lowered
herself onto it, sliding down it’s length.
“Oooooh” Ethan moaned as he felt her sugar walls wrap
around his cock.
An even louder moan filled the air as the white haired woman
began to glide up and down his manhood, quickly establishing a
rhythm. A rhythm that translated into a new set of ever
increasing delights.
Delights shared by Jackie as she too began to mix heavy
breaths with increasingly loud moans. Her body quickly became in
tune with the one less than half her age beneath. A difference
that now seemed so unimportant as to be totally forgotten. All
that mattered was the rising tides building within both of them.
Ethan had added his own energies to the effort, timing his
thrusts into her with her downward motions. Unlike before, there
was no restraining hand to delay his climax, so it wasn’t long before
he found himself filling her with his essence.
“Oooohhhh Shhiitttt!!!!” Ethan cried out as he exploded,
positive that Jackie was nowhere near her own climax.
For the first time since he’d lost his virginity, Ethan felt
guilty at having left a woman unsatisfied. He tried to continue his
thrusts, but there were limits even to the endurance of youth.
“I’m sorry,” Ethan said as Jackie rolled off him and lay next
to his sweat covered body.
“What are you sorry about?” she asked.
“I didn’t make you come.”
“No, you didn’t,” she answered honestly, “but it wasn’t for
any lack of effort on your part. There’s no reason for you to feel
sorry. I had a good time, as I know that you did.”
Ethan didn’t seem to buy into her answer. The look on his
face remained unchanged.
“Have you always made a girl come?” she asked.
“No,”
“Well then, do you always feel this guilty about it?” she
inquired.
“No,” he repeated.
“Well then maybe you’ve learned something.”
“I think I’ve learned a lot,” Ethan added.
“And ...”
“And I think I still have a lot to learn,” he admitted.
“And how do you learn?” Jackie asked.
“By listening to people who have more experience?” Ethan
asked.
“Is that a question or an answer?” came the reply.
“I guess it should be an answer.”
“Now you’ve learned something even more important,” Jackie
smiled.
She held him close to her and kissed him softly on the lips.
Their bodies still interlocked, they slept for a few hours before
waking to both the first light and a renewed manhood between
Ethan’s legs.
This time, he had no reason to feel guilty afterwards.
* * *
The next Friday, Ethan sat in his father’s office in the back
of the original home of Mad Bob’s Electronics and Appliances. Mad
Bob, of course, had been his grandfather, Robert Ethan Connor.
He had started the business after the Korean War. Some of the
artifacts that filled the walls of the small office dated back to
those years, while his father had put others up. The most recent
of which was a large photo of the two of them at Ethan’s high
school graduation. Now that he had given in to what seemed to be
the inevitable, Ethan wondered if he would one day be adding to
the collection.
The door opened and his father stepped in, his arms carrying
the pile of papers he never seemed to get rid of. Despite their
recent conflict, Ethan loved his father and their relationship had
changed considerably since he had, in his father’s words, finally
come to his senses. He was sure, however, that his Dad would be
shocked as to how he finally decided to look at the situation from
the elder Connor’s point of view. So he had left that part out.
He wished he could’ve told Jackie how it had turned out. He
had gone back to her apartment during the week, but her landlord
said she’d moved out two days before. He was understandably
reluctant to give out any information about his long time tenant to
some kid he didn’t know. So Ethan had left his name and number,
asking that he give it to her if she came back to check on mail or
anything. So far he hadn’t heard a word.
It wasn’t just the missed chance for a possible repeat
performance that he regretted. Even though he knew that his one
night with Jackie would be the standard by which he measured
future sexual encounters. No, it was that he had truly learned
something about the value of taking someone else’s advice. As
corny as that might sound, he wanted to thank her.
“I guess you think your old man is a real son of a bitch at
times,” Roger Connor said as he dropped down into his seat behind
the desk, “but I think you’re going to find that I can be a nice guy
too.”
Ethan just nodded his head noncommittally. Now, after
making peace between the two of them, he didn’t want to say the
wrong thing and have his head handed to him in a basket.
“Now your grandfather, he could be a real bastard,” Roger
continued, “at least when it came to the business. Hopefully I
learned some of the things I shouldn’t do from his example.”
Now Ethan was really paying attention. It was rare that his
father admitted that he wasn’t always right.
“One of the things I think your grandfather did wrong, was
to have me work for him right off the bat ...”
Ethan’s heart jumped. Was he being let off the hook?
“Of course since we only had the one store back then, there
really wasn’t any other choice,” his father continued, dashing that
brief hope. “Boy do I remember the arguments we had back then,
some of them got really out of hand. It seemed to me like he was
always on my case.”
“Just like the way I feel,” Ethan thought, surprised at this
side of his Dad.
“That’s why I think it’ll work out better for everyone
concerned if you work at the new store we just opened over on the
west side. That way you’d have your own space and we won’t get on
each other’s nerves.”
“That’s great, Dad,” Ethan said, thinking that this all might
not turn out as bad as he feared.
“Well I can’t take the credit for the idea though,” Roger
admitted. “I was having dinner with the new store manager the
other night and J.T. suggested it when I mentioned that you were
finally coming to work for me. The more I thought about it, the
more sense it made.”
Ethan hadn’t yet met the latest addition to the growing Mad
Bob family, but he felt that he already owed his future boss a big
one.
“I’ll have to thank him when I start there on Monday,” the
teenager said with relief.
Roger Connor smiled, pleased that he had made the right
decision. Still it wouldn’t do for his son to think he was getting a
free ride.
“Just don’t think you’re going to be getting any special
treatment over there. J.T. isn’t the type to take nonsense from
anyone and I’ve already said to toss your ass out on the street if
you don’t carry your own weight.”
Now it was Ethan’s turn to smile. This was the Dad he knew
and loved.
“Don’t worry Dad, I’ll make you proud.”
“You better,” he answered with mock seriousness. “Because
I ...”
Roger was cut off in mid-sentence by a knock at the door,
which then swung open.
“Roger, I just wanted to drop off these figures and your
secretary must’ve already gone out to lunch,” the white haired
woman in blue said as she stepped into the office. “Oh, excuse
me,” she added when she saw that Roger wasn’t alone.”
“No, this is perfect,” Roger said as he turned from the new
arrival to his son. “Ethan, meet your new boss. J.T., this is my
son.”
Ethan turned to thank the person who had unknowingly
gotten him out of a tight spot. Unfortunately, his words of thanks
didn’t come as his mouth dropped open in shock.
“J.T. Rutherford,” the fiftyish woman said as she held out
her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Your father shows off
your picture every time I come by.”
“J.T.?” Ethan asked.
“Well actually, my parents named me Jacqueline Theresa,”
she smiled, “but most of my friends call me J.T. or Jackie, it’s a
lot easier.”
“I was just telling Ethan here that I expect him to toe the
line when he starts working for you next week,” Roger said. “That
you don’t have to take any crap from him just because his family
name happens to be Connor.”
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that, Roger,” she said as she ran
her hand through her short white hair. “I can just tell that he’s
the type of young man who listens to orders and eager to learn.”
Roger gave the both of them one of those “My son?” looks of
disbelief.
“In fact,” she continued, “I bet if I asked him, he’d be happy
to come over to my new apartment this weekend and help me get
settled in. I still have a lot of boxes to unpack.”
“Well son?” Roger asked as he remembered that Ethan had
stated that he owed his new boss and curious as to how serious his
son was about making a good first impression.
“Sure, I’d be happy to,” Ethan replied as he finally regained
the rest of his composure.
“See, I told you I could just tell about him, Roger,” Jackie
said.
“Well if you find anything else that needs doing, you be sure
to mention it to him,” Roger concluded. “A little hard work would
do him good.”
“Oh don’t you worry,” Jackie positively beamed as she
placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “I’m sure our newest employee
and I are going to get along famously. Aren’t we, Ethan?”
“Yes Ma’am,” was his soft spoken but eager reply.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2001
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