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- Chapter 21

Posted: December 10, 2004 - 09:55:40 pm



Jenny looked over to her left at the sight of Jerry driving the pickup truck.

She wanted to slide over on the seat to sit closer to him, but that was

impossible. On the seat between them was the trophy that had been won by the

truck. He was so proud of the trophy and rightfully so. It represented the

culmination of a lot of work.

She knew that Jerry tended to think of this truck as an extension of him.

Rebuilding the truck had been therapy, with each improvement of the truck

representing an improvement in him. She had witnessed his anger once and it had

scared her, but she had seen him come to peace with his strength. The

differences between the man that she had met that first day in her restaurant

and the one sitting next to her now were very subtle.

At a stoplight, she looked out her window at a car stopped next to them. It was

obvious to her the guy was jealous. The envy with which the driver was looking

at the truck was written all over his face. A woman in another car was really

looking it over as though trying to appraise the owner. It almost made her laugh

as she remembered thinking at one time that she was embarrassed at being in the

truck because it looked so bad. Now she could see half the men would have traded

cars with them in a second. She turned to Jerry and said, "This truck is causing

quite a stir."

"I noticed that," he replied with a very happy smile. He had seen more to the

truck than anyone else had when he had first gotten it. Now people could see his

vision and they liked it. He knew that they liked it and had awarded his vision

with a trophy. "Quite a few people have been pointing at us."

"It was nice of Woody's parents to take Bill to the movies and dinner this

evening," said Jenny. That had been the luckiest thing that had happened to her

and a plan had immediately come to mind when Bill asked if he could go with

Woody. Jerry was going to take her home and then she was going to take him to

bed, at least that was her plan.

Unaware of her plans for him, Jerry asked, "What do you want to do for dinner?"

Her plans hadn't included dinner and she scrambled to update them to take that

into account. Grasping for straws, she decided that they could stop by the

grocery store and get the fixings for a simple meal to cook at her house. She

asked, "How about I cook some pork chops, baked potatoes, and corn?"

"Sounds good," he answered, "but I don't want to make you go through all that

trouble."

"It's no trouble," she countered, "we can stop by the store and pick up the

ingredients. I'll start the potatoes and we can relax for a while."

It seemed very reasonable to Jerry and he said, "Sounds good to me. I just don't

want you to go to all of that trouble on my behalf."

Exasperated that his consideration was going to foil her plans, she replied,

"It's no problem."

Jerry pulled into a shopping center that she pointed out to him and parked the

car. He took the time to park a good distance away from all other cars in the

lot. The last thing he wanted was for the truck to get dented the first day he

was driving it around. He apologized, "I'm sorry about parking so far from the

door."

"I understand," she replied with a smile. She understood that it would be shame

for the truck to get dented on its maiden day in public. She wasn't about to

admit that it killed some of the time that she wanted to use for other purposes.

Together, they went into the store and walked through the aisles, holding hands

and looking for the ingredients for the meal. Jerry carried the basket as Jenny

dragged him straight to the aisles where the items she wanted were stocked. It

didn't take long to locate the pork chops, the potatoes, and a large can of

kernel sweet corn. She didn't run, but she did move at a fast pace. In fact, it

took longer to pay for the goods than it took to locate them.

The drive back to the house took five minutes and Jenny was very relieved to see

that they had made it in such good time. On entering, she turned on the lights

despite the fact that it was still light outside and closed the curtains to the

living room. She didn't want the neighbors to see what she was going to be doing

in the house this evening.

Jerry stood just inside the door holding the bag of groceries, shifting from

foot to foot, uncomfortable at her actions. He recalled the handjob that she had

given him the other night. Looking at the closed windows, he wondered if she

didn't want the neighbors to see him and felt hurt at the thought that she might

be ashamed of him.

Ignoring his discomfort, Jenny said, "Okay, let's put those groceries in the

kitchen. I'll start the baked potatoes."

Jerry put the bag down and handed her the two potatoes from the bag. Grabbing

them, she went over to the sink and scrubbed them with fast staccato motions.

Jerry noticed her rapid nervous motions and said, "Hey, relax. We have plenty of

time to eat before I have to go pick up Bill."

Searching for an excuse, she said, "I usually work fast when I'm preparing food.

Remember that I own a restaurant."

"Oh, okay." Jerry looked around the kitchen impressed with its layout. Compared

to his kitchen, it was crammed with stuff. He went over and examined the blender

wondering what use it was to her.

He turned in time to see Jenny put the potatoes, wrapped in foil, into the oven.

Twisting a knob, she turned on the oven by selecting the baking temperature. She

smiled and said, "They have to stay there for forty-five minutes or more before

they are done. Why don't you go in the living room while I get into something

more comfortable?"

"Sure," replied Jerry although he was confused about what could be more

comfortable than blue jeans and a blouse. Returning to the living room, he

looked at the closed curtains feeling certain that she was embarrassed that the

neighbors would see them together. Trying to put the thought out of his mind, he

sat down on one side of the couch, taking up almost half of it despite the fact

that it was intended for three people.

When Jenny returned, his mind shut down at the sight of her. All thoughts that

she was ashamed of him to the point that she didn't want the neighbors to see

him fled his mind. She didn't want the neighbors to see what she was wearing.

The robe she wore came down to the middle of her thigh and it was clear that she

wasn't wearing much, if anything, underneath it. He sat up straight and tried to

say something, but his mouth didn't seem to obey the signals from his brain. All

that came out of his mouth was, "ah."

She smiled at him, enjoying his reaction to her, and asked, "Do you like?"

"Uh."

"You don't like?" She teased him by turning in place, giving a view of her from

all angles. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide. He rubbed his hands on

his pant legs to remove the sweat from his palms. His face was flushed, not from

anger but from desire.

"Uh," answered Jerry with his heart beating, the pulses of blood pounding in his

ears. His mouth still wasn't working correctly. It was amazing how difficult it

was for him to say yes. His cock tried to stand up at attention, but his jeans

were in the way.

"Is it too much?" She lifted the hem of the robe up a couple of inches.

"Uh," replied the big man having to bend a little to accommodate his erection.

It was getting painful and he wanted to adjust himself, but was afraid to do so.

"Do you think I should take it off?" asked Jenny enjoying his reaction. She had

never had such an effect on a man before.

"Ah," he squeaked. His forehead broke out in a sweat as his lips went numb and

throat dried up.

"You do think I should take it off?" She played with the small tie that held the

robe closed.

"Please..." It took some effort, but he was able to get out the first word of

his response. He wasn't able to get out the rest of the sentence. He had wanted

to say, 'Please, you don't have to do this if you don't want.' What he had said

reflected what he desired more than what he had intended to say.

As she dropped the robe, revealing her naked body, she turned in place slowly

allowing him to take in her whole body. She watched his hands shake and could

see that he was in pain from his erection. She suggested, "You might want to get

out of your clothes."

With his mind on idle, he stood and started to remove his clothes knowing that

he would do anything that she asked. She watched him strip amazed at his body.

It was almost completely covered by a coat of hair. She could see the muscles

moving under the skin, particularly on his back where he was tense. When he

finally dropped his briefs, she came over and rubbed her hands along his body.

His erect cock was already leaking pre-come just at the sight of her.

She took his hand and kissed his calluses, knowing the effect that her actions

had on him. He hated his hands and to accept his hands was to accept the worst

about him. She smiled and said, "Follow me to my bedroom."

Walking with stiff movements, as though he were a robot, he followed her to the

bedroom. His cock bobbed as he moved. She lay down on the bed and looked up at

him with obvious nervousness. In a whispered voice, she pleaded, "Make love to

me."

In spite of his initial desire to jump on her and start thrusting his cock into

her, he held himself back. There was no way that he was going to touch her with

his sandpaper hands. That left him with his lips and tongue. Moving with

surprising slowness, he climbed onto the bed and kissed her while supporting his

body with his arms. The kiss, tentative at first, developed into a passionate

expression of his need for her that left her breathless.

He kissed his way down to her neck, covering every inch of skin encountered on

the way. It was time consuming, but the pleasures that both received were

overwhelming. Jerry had never had the opportunity to make love to a woman when

he was able to see her in the light of day. He reveled in every detail, wanting

to kiss it and capture it with all of his senses.

For Jenny, this was heavenly and long past due. She had never had anyone pay

that much attention to her body. It was as though he were worshipping every

square inch of her body.

When he reached her nipples, she was ready to scream out that it was time for

him to take her. She resisted the urge to scream, but not the urge to get his

lips on her nipples as fast as possible. Her hands were roaming across her body,

then his, and then hers again. One of her hands snaked down so that she could

finger her clit. After just a minute of touching herself, she came. As she

moaned her pleasure, he continued to suck her nipples. She felt it in her cunt.

He worked his way down her body, kissing the flat expanse of her stomach without

missing any of it. When he finally reached that mysterious triangle, he wondered

if she would freak out if he kissed her there. As he inhaled that private scent

of a woman, he took the moment to look at her cunt. The lips were swollen and

her passage open in readiness for his cock. When she forced his head down, he

gave her cunt a lick with his tongue. It was his first experience with tasting a

woman's juices from their source and his whole body shuddered in recognition

that this was what he had waited for his whole life.

As his tongue danced around her clit, she came again. She grabbed his head and

shouted, "Oh, God! Fuck me! Now! Shove your cock in my cunt!"

Amazed at her dirty language and convinced of her real desire, he positioned his

cock between the lips of her cunt. Slowly, afraid of hurting her, he worked his

cock into her. Her legs wrapped around his body drawing him in closer. She

wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him in her desire to envelop his entire

being and not just his cock. As her desire was transmitted to him through her

actions, tears started forming in his eyes.

She continued to murmur encouragement to him as she said, "Yeah. Fill me just

like that. Oh God! That's so good."

Her words as much as her actions touched him far deeper than he could ever

express. He thrust into her not wanting the moment to end and yet desiring the

release his body demanded. His body won out as he shot jet after jet of come

into her. If asked, he wouldn't know if he had been on her for a minute or an

hour. All time had stopped for him.

Jenny knew the moment he came by the sudden rigidity of his body and the low

deep-throated groan that he emitted. She didn't come from the penetration, but

then again she hadn't expected to come at all and didn't need it. The raw

strength of his flexed muscles was enough for her. The act hadn't lasted as long

as she hoped, but that was understandable considering how much time he spent

leading up to it.

He collapsed on the bed beside her, knowing that his weight would crush her if

he were to do otherwise. Pulling her close, he held her as though he never

wanted to let go. She enjoyed the cuddle. She could tell that he wanted to run

his hands over her body, but resisted the urge. In a way it was good as she

didn't think she could take his rough hands at the moment. It did make her

wonder if she would ever feel him caress her body. Looking up at his face,

afraid that she would find that he had gone to sleep, she saw tears were running

down his cheeks. Never had she seen such a reaction from a man in bed before.

Jerry felt like a thirty-five year old virgin. He had never experienced sex like

that before in his life. She actually spoke to him, encouraged him, and moved

with him in bed. That was nothing he had ever experienced before. In a soft

voice, he said, "I can die happy now. I never experienced such bliss in my life

before this moment."

'Wow!' His words ripped through her mind like a miniature tornado. She had

wondered what he would say and hoped with desperation that it wouldn't be to ask

if he was good in bed. Instead, he had given her the best after sex complement

that she had ever heard delivered anywhere, including the movies. She purred,

"That's the nicest thing I've ever heard anyone say."

He held her wondering how he had been so lucky to find a woman that actually

liked sex. As far as he knew, it was unheard of for a woman to enjoy it. His

ex-wife had never allowed him to see her body and she would lie on the bed

motionless complaining the entire time that he was on top of her. Her idea of

encouragement was to ask if he was done yet. He hugged Jenny again and said,

"How was I so lucky to find you?"

Jenny loved being held in his embrace. His strength reassured her and made her

feel protected, comforted, and secure. She answered, "I'm the lucky one."

As much as she loved cuddling after sex, she knew it was time to prepare dinner

so that he could pick up his son on time. Sitting up, she said, "Let's take a

shower together."

He stared at her in surprise, thinking to himself, 'What a marvelous woman.' He

answered, "I would love that."

In the shower, they took turns washing each other. Jerry was careful that only

the wash cloth touched her delicate skin. Despite soap, he feared that his hands

would ruin everything. She noticed how he avoided touching her directly, but

chose to pretend as though she didn't. It was amazing that a man of his strength

could be so gentle.

Jerry dried her using a big fluffy bath towel. He took the time to appreciate

every part of her body. The delicate roundness of her ass, the gentle swell of

her breasts, and the feminine figure was a source of visual delight that he

feared would end as soon as she was dry. She dried him without as much attention

to his body, but with more attention to the man inside.

Once they were done, Jenny led him out of the bedroom. When he had paused to get

his clothes, she had asked, "What are you doing?"

"I was going to get dressed," he replied thinking that she must be disgusted

with his body by now.

"I want to see you like this."

"You want to see me naked? Don't you think I'm ugly?" he asked convinced that

she would want him to cover himself.

"Ugly? Not at all," she answered. Not for the first time, she asked herself,

'What could that bitch of an ex-wife have done to him to cause him to act in

that fashion?' To make her point, she added, "I like looking at your body."

"Oh. I just thought," he replied without knowing how to finish the sentence. He

had assumed that she would want him to cover his body as quickly as possible.

In the kitchen, Jenny donned an apron and started cooking the rest of the meal.

The baked potatoes had been in the oven for a lot longer than she had intended.

She had not expected him to take an hour pleasing her. In her experience, first

times were usually the worst and lasted thirty minutes tops. If this was the

worst that he had to offer, then things were going to get a lot better. The idea

made her weak at the knees.

Jerry sat in a chair watching her cook. The apron was tantalizing as it left her

back bare, but covered most of the good bits in the front. She had the kind of

ass that he loved, heart shaped and firm. Her legs were proportioned well for

her height. Others might find them a little thick, but they were solid.

He didn't know how many times in the past that he had wished to see a woman

walking around the house naked. This was so different from anything he had

experienced with his wife that it was hard to convince himself that it was real.

She caught him gazing upon her and asked, "Do you like the view?"

"I love it," he replied. Hanging his head, he confessed, "I've never seen a

naked woman before except in pictures."

She returned to cooking wondering how a married man could possibly not have ever

seen naked women except in pictures. It was obvious that he wasn't lying to her.

She shook her head and turned over the pork chops to cook on the other side. The

corn was done, so she spent the next few minutes putting it into a serving bowl.

Jerry came over to carry it to the table.

It was a scene of domestic tranquility as Jenny cooked and Jerry set the table.

Removing the pork chops from the frying pan and piling them on a plate, she

turned off the stove. She removed her apron with a practiced grace once she had

finished cooking. The act made Jerry wonder if she normally cooked in the nude.

The apron covered all of the sensitive spots.

Over dinner they talked about Bill and the other kids. Jenny said, "I really

liked Sandy. She's a very mature and aware young lady."

"Bill really likes her. I don't mean that in a boyfriend girlfriend type of way,

but as friends."

Jenny understood how Bill would value his friends very highly. Over the past few

months she had come to see just how affection starved Bill and Jerry were. Every

time that she thought about the bitch Jerry had married, her blood boiled. As

far as she was concerned, Bill was an outstanding young man and would grow up to

be a good citizen. She replied, "I understand. Did you know that Sandy is

interested in a boy? She thinks that Bill and Larry scares all of the boys away

from her."

"I can see how that could happen," replied Jerry thinking about it as he ate

some of the baked potato. It was thoroughly cooked and he now understood what

Jenny meant when she had told him that it was almost impossible to overcook a

baked potato.

"She won't tell the boys because she's afraid that they'll tease her."

"Well, they do tease each other a lot. I guess she's right to be concerned,"

replied Jerry. After having been isolated for most of his life, he didn't

understand all of the nuances of relationships. He was totally lost in this

relationship and was letting Jenny dictate the pace of activities.

"I don't think Bill would tease her about something that was really important to

her. Would you tease me about something that was important to me?" Jenny asked

the question knowing exactly what he would answer.

"Never." Jerry looked across the table at her. Her beauty again struck him,

particularly when she smiled at his answer. Awed, he said, "You are so

beautiful."

"Thank you, but don't change the subject," replied Jenny. She gave a little

shake that caused her breasts to sway and watched as his eyes followed them. For

an average breasted woman, it was nice to see his fascinated reaction to them.

She continued to tease him over dinner, shaking her breasts on occasion and

rubbing them on others. She couldn't see the effect she was having on him until

he stood up to help her clear the dishes. His cock signaled his attraction by

standing up for her. Realizing that he was waving his erection around, he

immediately sat down to hide it. He apologized, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why are you sorry?"

Embarrassed, he blushed and then answered, "For having an erection."

She set the plates down on the table and knelt between his legs. In slow motion,

she leaned forward and sucked his cock into her mouth. The action took him

completely by surprise and he didn't know how to react. His cock reacted for him

and almost immediately was ready to come. He groaned and said, "I'm going to

come."

He thought that his words would cause her to stop, but she redoubled her

efforts. It was amazing to him that she would do that. When she looked up at him

with the head of his cock in her mouth, it was too much. Unable to control his

body, he erupted in her mouth. He fell back in his chair, as his head lolled

forward with his eyes closed.

When his breathing returned to normal, he opened his eyes to find her looking up

at him with a smile on her face. She said, "I like your cock. I like it erect

and happy to see me."

He reached down and put his hands on each side of her head. He kissed her with

all of the passionate love that he could summon, wanting to convey to her how

much her act had meant to him. The kiss tasted funny, but he didn't care even

though he knew the reason. He broke off the kiss and said, "It'll be erect and

happy to see you just from thinking of you."

She giggled at the idea of him walking around with an erection all day long. She

kissed his nose and said, "That's what I want to hear."

The drive to pick up his son from the movie theater was filled with thoughts

about what he had experienced that day. The trophy was still lying on the seat

beside him, but very few of his thoughts were concerned with it. His mind was

still at Jenny's house and how active she had been in bed. It blew his mind that

he had found a woman that enjoyed sex. It had taken her some time to convince

him that she had enjoyed giving him the blowjob, something that he thought was

impossible.

He pulled up in front of the movie theater finding Woody waiting for him along

with his friend Woody. He didn't see Dave anywhere and, not wanting to leave

Woody waiting alone, parked the truck in the nearest parking spot. He walked

over to where they were waiting.

Bill waved to his father when he spotted him and called out to him, "Woody's dad

is here. He went in to use the bathroom and will be back in a few minutes."

"Okay. So how was the movie?" asked Jerry trying to think of something to talk

about. His mind kept returning to Jenny and he didn't feel that it would be

appropriate to shout out that he had just experienced the best sex of his life.

"Very funny. I haven't laughed that hard in ages."

Woody added, "Yeah. It was great."

"I'm glad that you kids had a good time," replied Jerry thinking that they

couldn't have had nearly as good of a time as he had.

"It was a great day. I really enjoyed the car show, dinner, and then the movie,"

said Bill. There were times when the changes in his life were almost

overwhelming. Full days like this one where he didn't have to apologize for

being who and what he was tended to affect him still. These were the times when

he worried that things would fall apart and he'd lose his friends and have to

move back with his mother.

Jerry could only agree that it had been a very good day. Much like his son, he

wondered when the good times would come to an end. His rage had not raised its

ugly head in ages and that was when he was most susceptible to unleashing it

without control. Nodding his head in a serious manner, he said, "It was a good

day."

Jerry waited until Dave returned from that bathroom before heading out. He

didn't like the idea of leaving a young kid alone in front of a mall, even if

his father was inside. There were just too many things that could go wrong,

particularly when all of the stores in the mall were closed. After a few minutes

of conversation with Dave, Bill and Jerry returned to the truck.

In the truck, Bill looked at the trophy for a minute. He hadn't really seen it

earlier, since there were too many people around and they had rushed to get

dinner in time to make it to the movie. He asked, "Are you going to take a

picture of your car and show the picture and the trophy at the shop?"

"I hadn't thought of that."

"It would be good advertising that you guys know cars," replied Bill.

It was actually a pretty good idea. Considering how many parts that he had

bought at wholesale prices, that was the least that he could do in return. He

replied, "That's a very good idea."

They were quiet for most of the ride home. When they were almost home, Bill

asked, "So how did your date go with Jenny?"

"It was a very nice evening," replied Jerry thinking that it was strange to be

talking to his son about this topic. Usually it was the parent asking the kid

about their date.

"I like Jenny. Are you going to marry her?"

It was a good question and one that Jerry didn't know how to answer. At the

present time, he couldn't marry her because the divorce wasn't final. It

wouldn't be final for another eight months. He answered, "I don't know why she

would want to marry me."

"She's crazy about you," replied Bill. It was very obvious to him that Jenny

cared a lot about his father.

"You think so?" Although he was denying it, Jerry believed that was the case as

well. It was incomprehensible to him that she would have sex with him if she

didn't like him. She was a good woman.

"She's nice to both of us. Sandy really liked her," answered Bill. When Sandy

had told him that Jenny was a great woman, it had surprised Bill. She didn't

trust adults easily, particularly since she had been pulled out of an abusive

home. The only other adults that she had absolute trust in were the mom and dad

that had adopted her.

Jerry, not knowing how rare it that was, replied, "Jenny liked her too."

"Jenny is special."

"Do you like Sandy?" asked Jerry. He wanted to double check before he mentioned

that she might have an interest in another boy.

"Yeah, she's great."

"No," Jerry said, "I meant like a girlfriend."

"Nah. I think she likes this other boy."

Jerry drove along thinking about what Jenny had said about the three boys

scaring away any boy that was interested in Sandy. He asked, "Do you think that

maybe you and Larry might be scaring the boy that she likes away?"

Bill was silent as he thought about the question. The group of four was strong

together. They watched out for each other, they helped each other, and they

supported each other. For some of the other kids in school, that made

approaching one of them a lot harder since they would have to deal with all four

of them. After a lot of thought, he answered, "Yeah. I guess we do."

"I wonder what you can do to help her out. Who knows, if you help her she might

help you with girls you are interested in."

Bill was silent as he wondered about that. There was a girl that he really

liked, but he was too shy to approach her. Woody, Larry and he had discussed

girls once when Sandy wasn't around. The one thing they all agreed upon was that

none of them liked Sandy like a girlfriend.

He asked, "What would you do?"

"I don't know. I never had friends when I was your age."

"Make up something," replied Bill with a smile. He looked down at the trophy and

thought about how much work had gone into getting that trophy. The strange thing

was that it wasn't even what his father was trying to achieve.

"I suppose you might include the boy in some activity. Maybe you guys could

disappear for a little while leaving them alone," replied Jerry. He had no idea

if that would work. He added, "Of course, I'm making this up as I'm going

along."

"I understand," replied Bill. He asked, "So are you going to marry Jenny?"

"I thought I already answered that question," answered Jerry with a laugh. He

decided that he would send her flowers in the morning and have them delivered to

the Crimson Rose Bistro.

"You ducked the question! Quack, quack," retorted Bill.

"I guess I did at that," replied Jerry. Curious, he asked, "Do you want me to

marry her?"

"Hey, she's a better mother than I ever had before. She actually likes me. At

least, I think she does," answered Bill. He looked out the window as he thought

about his mother. She had never even pretended to like him.

"You're thinking about your mother, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

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