Thunder and Lightening
Chapter 21
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

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 scare 
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 Bill 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."

