"It’s finally tomorrow," sighed Jane, walking beside Roger as they left the hot tub. "I can’t wait."
"You have to wait, at least until we get to the room," he said.
"But you’ll do it?" she asked, looking sideways at him. "You promised."
"I promised to talk about it," he reminded her.
She stopped. "I want more than talk," she said.
"What about Jed?"
"There is no Jed any more."
"What about us?"
"I want you to make love to me," she said.
"You know what I mean," he said.
"We’ll talk about that after we make love," she said.
"We should talk about it before we make love," he insisted.
She snapped. She tugged at the straps of her new swim suit, and bared both breasts, in broad daylight.
"You see these
nipples?" she rasped. "They’re stiff for you.
I’m as wet as if I were still in that hot tub. If you
don’t promise to make love to me I’m going to strip, right
here, and masturbate in front of all these people and I’m going
to tell them all it’s YOUR FAULT!" She ended yelling.
Roger pulled her against him, to hide the fact that her breasts were bare.
"Pull yourself together, girl," he whispered harshly.
"Pleeease, Roger," she moaned. "Make love to me. Just act like you love me."
"I don’t
have to act like it," he said softly. "I think you’re about
perfect." He kissed her hair. "Now, fix your top.
Your room, or mine?" he asked.
"Yours," she said. "I want to be your woman tonight."
When his door
closed, it was much the same as it was four doors down, in
Roberta’s room. They were too hurried, and he was too
excited. She was the first woman he’d had since
Elizabeth died, and he suffered premature ejaculation. Only the
fact that she was so frenzied herself let her keep up with him.
She clutched at him, not letting him go, until he finally coaxed her
into the shower.
Then, barely dried off, he made
love to her with his mouth again, and she learned how to do that to him
too. She loved it ... loved playing with him as he got hard
again, licking and sucking and even biting gently as she shuddered
through another orgasm, caused by her flickering fingers on her clit.
She
couldn’t make him cum with her mouth, and he didn’t want to
do that anyway. Maybe later, but right now, he wanted to see her
face as her pussy fluttered in orgasm around his penis. He got to see that
twice before he groaned and spurted in her again.
This time, they lay and talked, afterward, and she told him she loved him.
"Do you love me?" she asked timidly.
"You’re
not supposed to ask," he said softly. "I feel very strongly
for you, but it’s different than what I felt all those years for
Elizabeth. I honestly don’t know if it’s love or
not." He saw the hurt in her eyes. "I want it to be,"
he said. "Maybe it is. We just need a little
more time for me to figure things out. I do know one thing," he
said.
"What’s that?" she asked, her eyes misty.
"I don’t need to think about young girls any more to get a hardon. All I have to do is think about you."
She smiled. "I guess that will do for now. Can I suck you again?"
He
laughed. Instead of feeling old, he felt
vibrant. He felt like he could get hard again, like he did
when he was masturbating to pictures.
