Chapter Eight

   It's kind of hard on a guy when he thinks one thing is going to happen
and something completely different takes place instead.  When Jennifer
suddenly got naked, Bob's defenses took a hit.  When, in the sudden
darkness, he was covered with squirming naked girl, his defenses sagged
significantly.  As her lips mashed to his face, searching hungrily for HIS
lips, his arm, upon which she was now lying, just naturally tightened,
pulling her against him.

   Then all that danger he'd been feeling washed back over him and the
defenses he had left rallied.

   "What are you doing?" he asked into the mouth of the girl who was trying
to eat his lips.

   "I l-l-love you," said the girl.

   "We can't do this, Jennifer."

   "Y-y-yes we can," she panted.

   Panic began to send red hot sparks into Bob's system.

   "I'm not going to fuck you, Jennifer!"

   "Ok-k-kay," she said, kissing his upper lip and then his lower lip.

   "I mean it, Jen!" he said, not yet pushing her away.

   "I s-s-said OK!  K-k-kiss me, B-b-bob."

   "No." he said.  He began to think about how he was going to get her off
him without touching certain parts of her anatomy.

   Jennifer's hand slid down his chest and across his abdomen like some
kind of racing snake.  She found his rampant prick as if she'd done so
hundreds of time and her fingers gripped it tightly.  He winced, but not
from pain.  It was from the complete surprise at what she was doing.

   "K-k-kiss me, Bob!" she said again.

   She didn't wait, but started raining kisses on any part of his lips she
could find with her own.

   "Oh baby," he groaned.  "Don't do this."

   She pulled her face away a few inches.  The fires that raged in her
demanded some kind of satisfaction.  She didn't know what that was, but she
knew she needed something important from this man, and he wasn't
cooperating.

   "Either k-k-kiss me or f-f-fuck me," she said intensely.  "J-j-just
D-D-DO s-s-something!" She ground her pussy on his thigh and he felt the
slipperiness of her arousal making his skin wet.  = Men are, by nature,
problem solvers.  A man sees a problem and he just naturally tries to think
of some way to make the problem go away, or at least get better.  In the
odd case, a man might retreat, if he knows he just isn't equipped to take
action.  But quite often a man will try to resolve an issue, even if he
isn't really up to the task.

   In this case, Bob had lots of experience and no small amount of
expertise in dealing with a horny woman.  In his male mind, it occurred to
him that if Jennifer had an orgasm, she'd calm down and he might be able to
defuse the situation a bit.  The alternative was to shove her away and get
out of bed.  Even his male mind knew that she would view that as rejection
and things would most likely then get very ugly.

   What would you do in that situation?

   He knew he couldn't fuck her, as compelling and delightful an idea as
that was.  You can't "undo" a fuck.  But there are dozens of other ways to
bring a woman to her own completion that aren't as final as fucking her.

   And, to be honest, something in him craved hearing what she'd sound like
in the throes of ecstasy that HE was creating in her.

   So he kissed her.

   When he began cooperating with his lips, her enthusiasm became more
centered.  Her lips felt alive under his, moving, nipping, searching for
something.  He gave her his tongue and, instead of drawing back, she sucked
at it and employed her own.  She was a natural at kissing, and his dick
felt like it might break off in her hand.

   He realized that he needed to get this over with as soon as possible,
because the urge to sink his prick into her buttery depths was getting
harder and harder to resist.

   To that end he slid a hand down her side to the hip that was slowly
humping against his thigh.  Breaking that weld wasn't easy.  A lot of her
energy was going into rubbing her pussy against his thigh.  But when she
felt his hand trying to get between them she relaxed a little and he was
able to slide his fingers into the swamp that was her sex.

   Her leg lifted automatically as she rolled her lower body away from him.
He didn't work up to it.  He knew she'd had her own fingers in her, and
suspected her hymen was long gone.  As he slid a thick middle finger
between slick pussy lips he found he was right, and kept going until the
base of his finger pressed her young clitty.

   She gasped into his mouth and moaned as she was penetrated, most likely
deeper than she'd ever been penetrated before.  He curled his finger, in
case she had a G-spot, and then simulated the motion of the clitty whizzer,
shaking his hand in short, rapid, side to side strokes.

   She went off like a firecracker, and her groan was music to his ears as
her lips went slack and her mouth fell open.  Her gasps were timed with the
thrust of her breasts against his chest as she went mostly rigid in his
arms, her groan escalating into a high pitched whine.

   She'd cum so quickly that it surprised Bob, and he was afraid that just
the one orgasm might not be enough.  He pushed with the hand that was
cupping her pussy, and she flopped onto her back as he rolled with her. 
Her left leg went wide, her knee bent.

   He couldn't resist tasting the nipples that had so recently felt like
hot coals burning into his side.  While his lips searched for and found
them, he stopped moving his hand.  He left his finger imbedded in her, but
just pressed gently on her clit as she gasped for air.

   Then, when he thought she'd had enough time to recuperate from the first
orgasm, he started stroking his finger in and out of her, raking the
callused skin across her inflamed clit.  She didn't have to learn the dance
her hips began to do, thrusting up and then relaxing as she felt what it
was like to have something thick and long sliding in and out of her sex. 
She was a natural at that, too.  She just cooed and moaned and yipped with
little catches of breath as she let the delicious feelings sweep through
her.

   She learned, almost instantly, how to regulate this feeling, too.  She
couldn't press her pussy against the vibrating seat right now, but she
could tell him what to do.

   "A l-little more!" she gasped, completely happy with what she was
getting from this man she loved so much.

   He let the nipple he was sucking on slip from between his lips.

   "OK, baby," he breathed.

   It was surreal, for Bob, as he rested on one elbow beside her.  He was
as hard as he'd ever been in his life, but the urge to climb on top of her
was more of a distant call than a driving force.  SHE was what mattered
right now.  Her hand was STILL gripped tightly around his prick.  Her body
motions had had almost the same effect as if she was jacking him off, even
though she was just holding on tightly.  He already knew that when she was
done, he'd get up, go to the bathroom, and spank the shit out of the
monkey. That was perfectly all right.  It wouldn't take long.  When he was
done in the bathroom, the situation would have been defused and the danger
avoided.

   "Yes," she panted.  "Oh yes!"

   He increased the motion, going faster and then, when she arched, he
pulled his finger out and used three fingertips to whip back and forth
across her clit as she gave an agonized groan of completion.  Her heels
came up and went hard into the mattress as she lifted her butt eight inches
off the surface, her right knee slamming into the front of Bob's thigh. 
The high pitched keening wail came again and she fell limply back to the
bed.  Her hand finally released his prick and he leaned forward to kiss the
upper swell of her right breast.

   He rolled away from her, and she gasped, "Don't go!"

   "I have to go to the bathroom," he said softly.

   "C-come back!" she panted.

   "I will," he assured her.

   He started jacking his meat while he stumbled across the darkened room.
Instead of turning a light on and ruining his night vision, he simply
stroked until it was time and then sat down hard on the john, bending his
prick downward to spurt into the bowl as he milked it.  It seemed to keep
drooling spunk forever, and he heard his own rasping pant in his ears. 
There was a strong urge to lean back and just stay there, but he knew that
would be uncomfortable.

   When he went back into the main room he could see her, still lying
there, knees bent and thrown wide.  Her eyes were closed and her hands were
lying by her sides.  He could still hear the whisper of air between her
lips as she dragged in deep breaths.  As he approached the bed her legs
straightened slowly.  He got carefully onto the bed, aware that, as he
walked, another drip had started through his now soft cock and might be
about to fall from the tip.

   "Better?" he whispered.

   "Ohhhh yes," she sighed.

   "You really should go back to your room now," he said.

   Her head rolled toward him.

   "H-hold m-me," she commanded.

   "For a little bit," he negotiated.

   He couldn't believe how good she felt in his arms, pressed against him,
her breath hot on his shoulder.  She snuggled against him, but when she
laid a leg on top of his, she didn't press her pussy against him.

   "I love you," she sighed.

   "I love you, too, baby." His words came out in a sigh as well.

   "Th-thank you."

   He didn't say anything.  He knew, somehow, that she wasn't going to get
up and go back to her room.  He knew that she'd want to stay.  He worried a
little about that.  He worried a little about what might happen later.

   But what worried him more than anything was that he wanted her to stay,
too.  = He didn't wake up in the night, or have a dream and roll over and
ravish Jennifer.  And she slept dreamlessly as well.  He hadn't set the
alarm, so it was left to them to wake whenever their bodies told them to.
As it happened, she woke first.

   When consciousness came to her, Jennifer knew exactly where she was, and
her memory of the previous night was both immediate and vivid.  Only the
back of her hand was touching Bob.  She was on her stomach, lying more or
less straight, as she usually slept.  She didn't spread out in a bed and,
while Bob did, the king sized bed in the motel was large enough that he'd
been able to do that without trespassing on "her" side of the bed.

   Jennifer's first thoughts about what had happened were to do a silent
physical evaluation of her body.  She expected to feel different, and was
mildly surprised when she didn't.  Then she reflected on the intangibles.
How did she feel about what had happened?  Had this changed the way she
thought about Bob?  Should she feel guilty?

   In rapid succession, her mind provided answers to the questions.

   She felt great.  The only difference in the way she felt about Bob was
that she wanted more of the same from him.  She did not feel guilty, and it
really didn't matter if someone thought she should, because she knew she'd
never feel guilty about it.

   That led to her trying to remember how everything had felt.  She had
less success there, because all she could remember was a huge glowing ball
of happiness that she'd been suspended in, floating, while she let the
delicious feelings sweep her to a place she'd never been before.  She
couldn't remember much about that place, except that she wanted to go there
again.  It was much easier to remember the orgasms she'd had on the bike,
or with her own fingers.  Even though she couldn't remember the details of
the orgasm Bob had given her, she was sure that it was like comparing beef
jerky to prime rib.  Both were good, in their own ways, but if given the
choice, she'd go for the prime rib every time.

   She opened her eyes.  The room was dim, but the sun was obviously up. 
She was facing away from Bob, and she lifted and turned so she could look
at him.  She saw that he was lying on his back, his arms outstretched.  Her
hand was touching his forearm.

   She looked at his shoulder, round and full looking, with thick muscle
under the skin.  She felt that ball of heat fill her belly again.  She DID
remember some of the kissing and the zings of pleasure as his lips tugged
and sucked at her nipples.  That had been simply amazing.  She'd never
thought that having her nipples sucked could feel that wonderful.  She felt
the urge to wake him up so he could do it again.

   But she remembered quite clearly how hard he had tried NOT to do those
things to her.  She understood, on an academic level, why he was resisting.
She had no idea what her parents would actually say if they knew what had
happened, but she knew he thought they'd be angry.  That puzzled her,
because they had always tried hard to help her be as happy as she could be.
She could not know that most parents told their daughters over and over not
to engage in sexual behavior during their teen years.  The results of her
half dozen dates were clear to her parents.  She never told them about
slapping the two boys who tried to grope her, and nobody ever asked her out
twice, so they had no reason to worry about her innocence.

   And all the girls her age had boyfriends, and did things like she and
Bob had done last night.  In her opinion, all that had happened was what
she had wanted to happen, even if she hadn't known what was GOING to
happen, initially.

   Still, she knew he might be feeling some guilt, and waking him up the
way she felt like waking him up might not work out the way she wanted it
to. She thought about what to do.  She could just get out of bed, go take
care of morning chores and get dressed.  Then it occurred to her that he
might just sleep through all that, which would have HER dressed, while HE
was still naked.  That might not work either.

   In the end, she decided to do a mix of what she wanted to do and what
she thought might make the situation a little less stressful.  At least she
hoped it would be less stressful for him.

   She needed some information first, though.  She got it by lifting the
sheet that was draped across the lower half of both their bodies.  She
looked at his penis for the second time and was delighted to see that it
was hard, just like last time.  That was what she'd been hoping for.  She
knew it didn't stay hard all the time, but it had been hard before, in the
morning, and she'd been hoping it would be hard now, too.

   She looked at it for a few seconds, drinking in what she'd had such a
short view of the night before.  It really did look impossibly large,
considering what it was made for.  But she knew penises like this had been
doing what they were made for for millions of years, so she just accepted
that it was normal.

   He moved in his sleep, turning his head.  She didn't want him to wake up
and find her staring at his penis, so she let the sheet drop slowly back
down to cover him.  Then, moving quickly, she got up on her elbow so she
could slide over his arm.  Pressing her breasts into his side, she leaned
forward to kiss his cheek and, at the same time, reached with her left hand
for that stiff prick.  She squeezed it as her lips touched the fuzzy fur
that covered his cheek.

   "W-w-wake up, sleep-p-pyhead!" she said in her normal voice.  "I'm
s-s-starving!"

   Then, as she saw his eyes open, she let go of his penis and rolled
backwards to stand, naked, beside the bed.

   "W-w-we have to g-g-go ch-ch-check on M-m-mommy and D-d-daddy, t-t-too!
C-c-come on!"

   She whipped the sheet off of him and then ignored him completely, as if
it were the most normal thing in the world for them to wake up naked in the
same room.  She was trying as hard as she could to convince him that very
little had changed between them.  And if she could convince him that being
naked together was no big deal, maybe he wouldn't resist so much the next
time she felt like being naked with him.

   She moved toward the connecting door, since her clothes were in the
other room.  She stopped in the still open doorway and looked back at him.

   "Are y-y-you up?" she asked, trying to sound impatient.  "D-d-don't you
d-d-dare go b-b-back t-t-to sleep!"

   "I'm up!" he said.  His voice didn't sound like he'd just been awakened.


   "G-g-give me t-t-ten m-m-minutes," she said.  = While Jennifer was
standing under hot water in the shower, wondering if her plan had worked,
Bob was, in fact, reflecting on her actions.  He'd awakened when her
breathing had changed from the slow measured breaths of slumber to the
quicker ones of a person awake.  He didn't know that's why he'd become
awake, but his senses were so finally tuned that it was just normal for him
to evaluate things quickly.  He sensed she was awake.

   Like Jennifer, the memory of what had taken place last night came next
to his mind.  When she raised the sheet, he knew what she was doing even
though his eyes were still closed.  His heartbeat quickened and he moved
his head intentionally.  He had just had the time to worry about what was
going to happen next when she moved toward him.  His fear of having to fend
her off had just begun forming in his mind when he felt the kiss and the
squeeze she gave his morning wood.

   The fact that she'd then immediately rolled away from him, telling him
to get up, was unexpected and gave him pause for a few seconds.  She
sounded normal, and when he rolled his head to look at her, she looked as
normal as it was possible for her to look, when stark naked.

   He couldn't help but let his eyes slither over her body.  She really was
a beautiful woman.  She looked neither self conscious in her nudity nor
contrived in her pose.  Her voice was obviously trying to create the
atmosphere that everything was fine...no different than any other day.  Her
nipples were erect, though, and Bob knew that things WERE different this
morning.  There was no way they could be anything BUT different.

   Still, she was trying to act like it wasn't, and that alone spoke
volumes to him.  She wasn't embarrassed.  She wasn't unsure.  What had
happened between them didn't bother her.  He was still convinced that this
intimacy between them was a mistake, but it was impossible for him to
believe, in those few seconds, that he'd done anything to hurt her.

   When she disappeared into her own room, he got up.  There would be time
to deal with the ramifications of their new relationship later.  Right now
the easiest thing to do was act like she was...to act like what had
happened was no big deal.  He could talk to her again later and try to get
her head straight.  What had happened might even help with that.  She had
to understand now how serious this sexual play could get.

   In his own bathroom, he became aware that her nudity had affected him
more than he'd thought.  When he drained the lizard, it refused to soften.
He took care of that in the shower, milking another load out of his balls.
He dried off, brushed his teeth, put on his socks and jeans, and pulled his
boots on.  She still hadn't returned when he was fully dressed.  Instead of
going to her room to wait, which might involve her being naked again, he
turned on the TV to try to find a weather report.  They'd been lucky to
have dry weather, but if that luck didn't hold, they'd need rain gear.  He
frowned, thinking of trying to cram rain gear for two into the "luggage"
that was already straining at the seams.

   He looked at his watch and saw it was nine in the morning.  He was a
little amazed he'd slept that long.  He found the weather channel and had
just seen the string of happy, smiling suns stretched out over the next
seven days, when she came in and sat on the end of the bed beside him.

   "R-r-ready," she said simply.

   Silently reminding himself to act normal, he punched the button on the
remote and stood up.

   "What are you hungry for?" he asked.

   "F-f-food," she said.

   He hazarded a glance at her face and saw an impish smile.  It was SO
clear that there was nothing wrong, as far as she was concerned, that it
made his groin try to tighten again.  = Breakfast, during which there was
the slightest of strain between them, went quietly and quickly.  Back on
the bike she asked him to stop at a bookstore in a mall they'd passed.

   "C-c-can I g-g-get a b-b-book to r-r-read to M-m-mommy?" she asked, when
he had parked and turned the engine off.

   "Sure," he said, knowing she meant she'd have to use his credit card. 
"You can have anything you want."

   "R-r-really." It wasn't a question, and the tone of voice it was
delivered in, despite the stutter, was pure seductress.  It was the first
indication she gave that what had happened was not only fine with her, but
not over yet.  Then, like she'd done after squeezing his erection, she just
climbed off the bike and started toward the entrance to the bookstore,
leaving him behind, for all intents and purposes.

   He caught up with her as she asked the clerk, "D-d-do you have
an-n-nything by C-c-christopher M-m-moore?"

   The clerk ignored the stutter and keyed things into the computer.

   "Aisle twelve," she said, giving Bob the once over.

   Bob followed and watched, interestedly as she scanned the books and
immediately pulled one down that had a baby buggy on the cover.  He saw the
title was "A Dirty Job." She turned and almost ran into him, obviously
finished.

   "Why that one?" he asked out of curiosity.

   "She h-h-has the o-o-others," said Jennifer.

   "Oh," said Bob, feeling stupid, somehow.  "OK."

   Their purchase made, they went straight to the hospital.

   He felt that little squeeze twice on the way that he now knew meant she
was taking full advantage of the clitty whizzer.


  
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