Chapter Twelve

   In the parking lot she held out the key to the bike, letting it dangle
from her fingers.  Bob looked at the key and then at her face.  He looked
around, thinking about what had just happened.  Jennifer's mother, who
apparently knew exactly what had transpired between her daughter and a
forty-two year old man, who she also knew was a renowned womanizer and
party animal...was not objecting to that course of events.  At least not
yet.  She HAD said that they'd "talk more about this later." That attitude
in itself was astounding, but the thing that struck Bob the most was that
she'd run roughshod over Don as well.

   And Bob couldn't remember a single time Susan had gainsaid anything her
husband had proposed.

   Jennifer was standing there, waiting.

   "You wanna drive again?" he asked, feeling light headed.

   A huge grin split her face.  "If y-y-you'll d-d-do what y-y-you d-did
last t-t-time," she said.

   As she drove them away from the hospital, both of Bob's hands were
cupping soft warm titties, under her shirt.  = She had missed lunch during
the police investigation.  So she drove around, somewhat aimlessly, looking
for someplace to get something to eat.  He had been provided a sandwich and
a diet Coke while incarcerated but, under the circumstances, hadn't been
excited about eating.

   She pulled into the parking lot of a Golden Corral and Bob saw a man,
walking out of the restaurant with a woman, glance at them and then do a
double take as Bob slid his hands off her precious breasts and out from
under her shirt.  He ignored the gawking man and got off the bike.  When
she offered him the keys this time, he took them, and they went inside. 
Once they'd visited the buffet and were seated, Jennifer brought him up to
speed on what he'd missed.

   She told him about screaming at her father for sending him away, and
then having to run a mile or more to catch him at the motel.  When they'd
been separated there, she didn't know what to do.  She said the police had
made her follow them to the station on the bike.  To drive it, she just did
what she'd seen Bob do countless times on their previous rides and on this
trip.

   At the station she was afraid to just change her story when the police
questioned her, so she told them a slightly altered version of the true
situation.  She described getting the call, and asking Bob for help, and
how they got there.  Then, when she described the "attack" she wavered and
said Bob probably misunderstood, because she HAD gotten into bed with him
when she was scared about her parents' condition.

   Because she'd mentioned talking to her mother about "things," they'd
taken her back to the hospital and questioned both her parents.  Don had
been truthful, saying that Bob had claimed that the situation had just
gotten out of hand.  Up to that point, the investigation had been coming
down on the wrong side, as far as Bob would have been concerned.  It was
Susan who'd set things straight, asking Jennifer point blank if she and Bob
had had sexual intercourse or not.  Jennifer had collapsed in
embarrassment, explaining that she'd only said he'd raped her because she
didn't want him to leave.

   The cop had been disgusted and warned Jennifer that Bob could press
charges against her for making a false complaint.  Susan had immediately
said, "He won't," and then the cop had started making noises about her
riding the motorcycle, which actually belonged to the alleged suspect,
which might constitute theft.

   "She's just been taking care of it, while this little misunderstanding
got worked out," Susan had said.  "She'll take it back to him, so it's
there when he's released...won't you, darling?"

   Jennifer had nodded, still crying, and the cop had given up.  He'd made
her say out loud, however, that she had lied about accusing Bob of rape,
resulting in her blubbering about how sorry she was.

   While the policeman called in with the results of his investigation,
Susan had motioned Jennifer closer to the bed.

   "Did you really ride the bike by yourself?" she had asked.

   That was the last thing in the world Jennifer had thought her mother
would focus on, and it had shocked her out of her emotional outburst. 
She'd nodded and her mother had said, "Well how about that!" Then she'd
said, "Go get Bob and bring him back here.  Tell him I want to talk to him
before he leaves."

   "B-b-but I don't w-w-want him to l-l-leave," Jennifer had moaned,
starting to sniffle again.

   "That has to be his decision, baby," Susan had said.  "You may have
screwed the pooch with him."

   Jennifer had blinked and frowned.  "Sc-sc-screwed the p-p-pooch?"

   "It's just a saying," Susan had replied.  "It means he may be mad at
you. He has every right to be."

   Jennifer had hung her head.

   The last thing her mother had said was: "Now go on and go get him out of
jail and bring him here.  If he says he wants to leave, just tell him I
asked to talk to him before he goes, OK?"

   Jennifer told Bob she couldn't have gone anywhere else anyway.  The
patrol car followed her all the way back to the station.  It was while
she'd been waiting for him to come out that she'd decided she was going to
drive, simply because that way she knew they'd end up at the hospital.

   Then she asked him what had happened to him.

   "I sat in a cage for hours," he said, "waiting for somebody to figure
out you'd gone stark raving mad."

   "Oh." She blushed.  She put her fork down.  "S-s-so...wh-what n-n-now?"

   He made her wait, while he kept eating.  When she began fidgeting in her
seat he finally relented.

   "I guess I'll stay."

   She relaxed visibly and picked up her fork again.

   "We only have one room now," he said, almost casually.  "I cancelled the
other one before I got arrested."

   She had the good sense to keep looking at her plate, but she still
smiled.  = After their early supper, they still had two hours until
visiting time.

   "You want to ride around for a while?" asked Bob, expecting her to say
she did.

   "I w-w-want to t-t-take a sh-shower," she said.  "And ch-change
c-clothes." He raised an eyebrow.  "I g-g-got all sw-sw-sweaty r-running,"
she added.

   "Ahhh," he said.

   At the motel he told a, thankfully, different desk clerk about the
additional change in plans.  The woman returned the envelope, with the cash
in it, to him, without batting an eye, once he'd shown her some ID.

   Back in the room Jennifer unashamedly stripped naked and padded to the
bathroom door, turning to look over her shoulder at him.  "H-h-help me?"
she asked hopefully.

   Bob looked at her with serious eyes.  "Have you really thought about
this?"

   "C-c-constantl-l-ly," she stuttered.

   The thing going through Bob's mind as he removed his own clothing was
whether Susan would put restrictions on them, later that evening.  Maybe
that had a little something to do with his willingness to play, just one
more time, while he still could.  = In the shower she just held him, at
first.  Then she wanted kisses, and then she wanted his hands on
her...everywhere.  While she stood spraddle-legged and his finger slicked
in and out of her pussy, she kissed him almost nonstop until she shuddered
through an orgasm, whining about how good it felt.

   Then, before she'd even caught her breath, she sank to her knees and
took him into her mouth, stroking his shaft with one hand and gently
exploring his balls with the other.  Some dim memory of Bambi Bangs
Baltimore made her put both hands on his butt cheeks while she moved her
face forward and backward, getting more and more of his cock into her
mouth, until she went too far and gagged.  Then, with his encouragement,
she used her hand again, until streams of thick white semen leapt from the
tip of his cock and painted her neck and breasts.  As his penis began to
soften, she closed her mouth on the knob one last time and sucked, milking
the shaft with her fingers and pulling off at the same time.  Bob had to
lean against the shower wall as a result.

   Dried off and back in the room, Bob sank down on the end of the bed,
sitting upright, while Jennifer went to her backpack and began searching
for something to wear.

   "C'mere," said Bob, patting his bare thighs.

   She looked over her shoulder at him again.  The look on her face was
much older, somehow, than her chronological age.  "Again?" she cooed.

   "C'mere," he said again.

   She sauntered over to him, her hips moving back and forth in an
exaggerated manner, and was completely unprepared when he struck like his
namesake, grasping her waist and lifting her off the floor.  She flailed,
squealing as he manhandled her over his lap.  Her firm, white buttocks
gleamed as she wiggled.

   As his hand descended on her bottom...over and over again...she felt
first shock, then outrage, and finally just pain as her white skin took on
a mottled, angry look.

   "This is for getting me thrown in jail," he said after the first two
smacks.  As he went on he added transgressions to the list.  "And this is
for riding my bike without my permission.  And this is for getting me into
this whole mess in the first place." His last two slaps were not quite so
forceful.  "And this is for making me fall in love with you."

   She would have tried to get away from him, initially, but he pulled her
up until her stinging buttocks were resting on his thighs and put his arms
around her.  She was sniffling, and pushing at his chest, but her actions
were clearly not intended to break free now.

   "You love me?" She hiccupped.

   "I'm helpless," he said into her hair.  "I believe the technical term is
smitten.  I'm smitten with you." = Neither of them intended what happened
next.  Had there been some break, where either could have caught their
breath or thought about things, it would have happened differently.  But
his admission of love brought on frenzied kissing, which led to them
falling over to lie, somewhat uncomfortably and kiss some more.  Because
their legs were hanging off the bed, she crawled up to kneel over him. 
Gasping for breath, she broke the kiss and rubbed her breasts over his
face. It was only natural for him to capture nipples and suck at them.  He
wiggled up, until his thighs were on the bed.  His knees bent over the edge
kept him from moving further, but he was now much more comfortable.

   She straddled him, lying on his chest so she could rub her breasts
against him and still kiss him.  Her reawakened pussy needed some rubbing,
too, so she humped his stomach.  When she shoved downward and her pussy ran
into his also reawakened prick, she didn't even think about the
consequences.  She felt something blunt at her sexual opening and, wanting
something in her, she pushed.

   The combination of a perfect angle, and the fact that she was
overflowing with lubrication resulted in three inches of his penis being
driven into her before her brain could register any sensation at all.

   She froze, partially impaled, and her lungs took in every bit of air
they could inhale.  Her eyes were opened wide as she lifted her face.

   "Jen!" he gasped, feeling the tight fist of her velvety pussy
surrounding the front half of his prick.

   "Ohhhhhhhhh." All that air burst from her lungs in one long gust as her
brain said, "MOVE NOW!" But the signals got crossed.  She moved...but it
wasn't in the direction her brain had intended.  Her arms stiffened and she
shoved and, suddenly, her still stinging mottled butt cheeks impacted his
balls.

   "BABY!" groaned Bob.  His brain was having problems, too, with
conflicting signals battling for top billing.

   She dragged in another breath and her body finally cooperated with her
brain as she leaned forward.  In that instant, her stretched pussy lips,
unable to protect her clit any more, allowed that little organ to drag
across the wiry hair above his penis.

   "OHHHHHHHH!" she groaned with her latest breath of air.

   Bob finally got some control over his own body and his hands came up and
gripped her waist, to help her pull off of him.

   In a flash, Jennifer's thought processes flickered from pain to
pleasure, and her brain, deciding that perhaps it had been somewhat hasty,
told her that the pleasure was about to end if she kept going in the
direction she was headed.

   "NO!" she gasped, and her arms straightened again, driving her lower
body back down and fully impaling her pussy again.  That she didn't crush
his balls was primarily due to the strength of his arms, while he tried to
keep her from doing what she had just done.

   "Pull off!" gasped Bob.

   "NO!" Her breath heaved again.

   "Jennifer!" he groaned.

   She didn't know what to say.  She didn't know what to do.  She just
wanted this new feeling to keep going.

   "Bob!" she sighed.

   And then she leaned down to kiss him again.

   His mind lurched again as her lips descended on his.  It told him this
was what he'd wanted all along.  He liked doing this.  Why was he fighting?
She lurched against him, drawing forward and then scooting back down again,
her movements unpracticed and ragged, but still doing the job.  Then a
moment of clarity interrupted as she lifted her lips to suck in another
breath.

   "Jen, honey," he gulped.  "You have to get off!"

   "Shut up," she said into his lips.  She flicked her tongue out and
rimmed his open mouth.  She surged forward and then back again.

   "Ahhhhhhh," she sighed.

   "We can't do this, baby," he moaned.  His balls were beginning to send
him signals that something terrible was about to happen.

   "Yes we can," she said and then kissed him again.

   Inexperienced she might have been, but some things come naturally, and
sliding back and forth on his bone, feeling the rush of desire for
completion, her hips took on a more natural rhythm.  As she humped, first
faster, and then frantically, an orgasm suddenly popped up on the horizon.
She raced toward that orgasm with her lips welded to his, just panting into
his mouth as her nose sucked in air every once in a while.

   She got light headed as she realized it was really going to happen.  She
knew what it felt like when she got one with her own fingers, and she knew
that it felt different with Bob's fingers, and she knew, somehow, that this
would feel different.  She couldn't wait to get there.

   Bob, on the other hand, realized that he was about to blow her full of
very dangerous sperm.  He had condoms in his backpack, in a special little
pocket.  He'd learned long ago not to trust to luck with strange pussy, or
even familiar pussy, for that matter.  But he hadn't dreamed he'd need one
today, at this moment of this hour.

   His hands came into play again, but were foiled by the fact that she was
sweating freely as her gyrations got more and more violent.

   Then she froze, and mewled into his mouth.  He felt the contractions as
her pussy rippled, orgasming around a stiff prick for the first time in
Jennifer's life.  Her mewls turned into grunts as her hips gave little
spastic movements.

   Bob actually cried out as his balls gave up, sending scalding jets of
liquid through the shaft of his penis, to burst into her channel, while her
pussy muscles encouraged every spurt by trying to milk another one out of
him.  Nonsensical noises burbled from her lips as they slid all over his,
and her pelvis began trying to fuck him again.  She pushed with her arms
and, suddenly, she was sitting bolt upright, her arms hanging at her sides
while her hips jerked forward and backward in sharp two inch thrusts, and
she felt like she was freezing and burning to a crisp all at the same time.

   Bob gave up.  He knew there was nothing he could do now, except lie
there and enjoy it.  He stared at her writhing face, looking for any hint
of unhappiness.  Her eyes were wide open and she was staring right at him
as her hips went a little slower...and a little slower...until they finally
stopped.  Her breath came out in a long whoosh and her rigid body began to
relax, very slowly, as if she were an ice sculpture melting.  Finally she
slumped and her head fell forward until her chin was against her chest.

   She took a breath and raised her head again.  They stared at each other
for most of a minute, keeping their thoughts to themselves for the moment.
Finally she spoke.

   "If I'd known it was going to be like that, I would have made you do
this a long time ago."

   Bob blinked, and his mouth dropped open and snapped closed.

   "What?" she asked.  "What's wrong?  I liked it, Bob.  I'm NOT unhappy."

   His mouth opened and closed again three times before he could speak.
   "You're not stuttering anymore!" he gasped.
