by Amy DeMeritt
Her breathing is increasing and I can tell she’s very aroused. She’s not laughing at her reflection anymore – she looks completely turned on by herself. She’s staring in her own eyes with her mouth parted and she has fallen into a beautiful bucking rhythm.
I place the end of the rod between her entrance and anus, and she releases a loud moan and starts bucking harder and faster. Her arms and legs begin to shutter and she falls from her hands to her forearms, but she tilts her neck back to continue watching in the mirror.
As she cums, she screams, “Jack! Oh, fuck!” I smile and lick my lips. “Lower, lower, no more, lower, oh, fuck.”
I pull the rod off of her and deliver a hard smack to her ass with my splayed hand, causing her to release a shocked gasp, followed by a cute laugh.
“Jack, please, I need to lay down.”
I release her wrists and ankles, and she crumbles in a heap right on the stage. Her fatigue is so beautiful. I pull her up to wrap her arms and legs around me, and I bring her to the bed. She rolls onto my chest with her arm and leg draped over me, and as she settles, she takes several deep breaths.
“Jack… Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“That was amazing. I don’t have any strength left. I think I might fall asleep.”
“I have to pack for tomorrow and get ready for a meeting I have in the morning. Would you like me to bring you to your room or to the couch so you can sleep?”
“The couch, but can we just lay like this for a little longer?”
“Sure.”
“Jack, I want to touch you. Am I allowed?”
“Yes.”
Carrie lifts her head off of my chest with a smile, and as she pulls me into a kiss, she glides her hand off of my chest, and down to my shorts. She unbuttons and unzips my shorts before palming up under my tank top, over my abs and breasts. Her breathing increases, and her groin presses against my hip.
As she sucks my bottom lip, she slips her hand under the waist of my underwear and slips easily between my slick covered lips. She smiles against my mouth as she coats her fingers in her eagerness to dip inside me.
I have no idea if she had sex with Jessy before they decided to just be friends, so if they didn’t, she is very good at masturbating. Her hand works between my thighs like she knows what she’s doing. It’s not the best I’ve had, but it’s still enjoyable.
When I cum, I pull her hand out, and she looks down at me confused.
“You didn’t cum. Why are you…?”
“Yes, I did.”
“But you didn’t moan or anything.”
“I don’t do that.”
She groans dramatically and rests her forehead on my chest. “Jack, that is not fair. I want to hear you make noises so I know I’m doing good.”
“You made me cum, so you did good.”
“You are so selfish.” She rolls on top of me and looks in my eyes with an adorable pout on her face.
“Do you have any regrets?”
She smiles really big and kisses my lips. “No. Do you?”
“Not yet.”
She laughs and lightly smacks my cheek. “Jerk. You better never regret this.”
“Then don’t make me regret it.”
“You are such a jerk.”
She thrusts her tongue in my mouth in a fast-hard kiss while she grinds her hips down against my groin. I slip a hand between us, and she releases my mouth with a long deep moan as her back arches and head tilts back. I roll her onto her back and fuck her, causing her to scream and writhe under me in pleasure. As she cums, she screams my name again with a long list of obscenities.
“Jack… Jack… What… Oh, fuck… That was… Unbelievable. What the fuck are you?”
“A sex god.”
She laughs breathlessly and opens her eyes with a smile and nods once. “Yeah, ok, you can have that title, but you’re still a jerk.”
“Well, you’re fucking this jerk. So, what does that make you?”
“Satisfied. Immensely satisfied.”
“I agree with that.”
“Jerk. Give me something to wear so you can carry me to the couch.”
“You can walk your naked ass out there so I have something nice to look at while I work.”
“You wore me out. You have to carry me.”
“That’s going to cost you extra.”
“Extra what?”
I smile as I pin her hands above her head and grab two cuffs out from under the pillow. She just smiles up at me with a lazy content look in her eyes and doesn’t object. I pull my shirt and bra off as I stand up, and then pull my shorts off, but I leave my underwear on. I grab a new harness and a new eight-inch-long and two-inch-thick shaft. As I kneel down between her thighs, she spreads them wide with an aroused grin.
“Jack, you are really hot.”
“I know.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Shut up and fuck me.”
I lick my lips, and she lifts her legs in a wide split in the air. “Yoga is fucking fantastic.”
She laughs, but then gasps and moans as I slide forward and penetrate her. I lay down on top of her and pump, thrust, and grind my hips against her groin.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Jack!”
After she cums, she falls limp and twitching with her eyes closed and panting for air. I slowly pull out of her, and she releases a small whimpering moan.
“Ok, you have to carry me out there now. I’m going to pass out.”
Chapter Seventeen
As Janae and I jump out of my Escalade , her parents come out of the front door of their house with giant smiles. Her dad reaches her first and scoops her up in a tight hug, rocking her from side to side. Her mom is slower to reach us because of her arthritis pain, and since Janae is still wrapped in her dad’s arms, Vera pulls me into a tight hug and kisses my cheeks.
Janae takes after her dad and grandmother Joan Marie in her shorter stature and rounded features. Vera is as tall as me, at five-foot-eight-inches, and has long arms and fingers with a very trim frame. She has bad arthritis that has started to bend and enlarge her knuckles so her hands look about twenty-years older than she is. Her eyes are dark brown while her skin is the color of peanut butter.
Janae’s dad, Marvin has skin nearly as dark as coal, with lighter brown eyes, is round, and always has a giant white smile on his face.
Vera pulls back enough to look in my eyes with a loving smile, and asks, “How was your drive?”
“It wasn’t too bad. How are you feeling?”
“In pain and stiff.”
Janae comes over and pulls her mom out of my arms to embrace her. “I’m sorry, Mom. We brought a bunch of food. What can we do for you? Do you need help with laundry or anything?”
“Yes, eventually, but I want to visit with my baby girl for a while. I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Mom. Come on, let’s go inside so you can sit.”
Janae leads Vera inside, and Marvin follows me to the backend of the SUV to pull the coolers out.
“How you been, Jack?”
“I’ve been good. How about you?”
“Oh, I’m alright. It’s a good thing you brought some food. I thought Vera was going to boil me in my own gumbo.”
I laugh hard and he beams with a cheeky grin. “You should let me set up an account for you with the food service I use. They’re great. They’ll just bring groceries or prepare meals for you. Whatever you need.”
“We’ll see how this stuff tastes, then we’ll talk. If it’s good, I’ll accept the offer. Vera’s arthritis is getting worse so I know she’s not going to be able to cook much anymore, and I’m too damn old to start learning new tricks. This is a strictly gumbo and fried fish cooking dog right here.”
“What do the doctors say?”
“All they want to do is shove more pain pills down her throat, and Vera’s stomach can’t handle strong pain medicine.”
“Are there any specialists we can send her to
that might have a different approach to managing the pain and to slow the deformation of her hands?”
“There are, but insurance doesn’t cover it.”
“Come on, Marvin, don’t fucking do that. You know if you guys need anything, I’m here for you. You’re my family. If there is someone who might be able to help Vera, then you should tell me.”
He gives me a kind smile and squeezes my shoulder as he nods once. “Ok, we’ll talk later. Let’s get all of this in the house.”
Janae’s family is the only family I have, and I love them very much. I do what I can to help them when I know they need something, but they’re usually too shy or stubborn about asking me or Janae for things. It drives us both crazy.
While Janae and Vera are sitting at the round walnut wooden table of the dine-in kitchen, Marvin and I unload the three coolers of food we brought, as well as several bags of shelf stable foods and some fresh produce.
“You did too much, Jack. We’ll never eat all of this.”
I smile at Vera as I set a box of her favorite cookies down in front of her. “Most of this can go in the freezer for you to pull out when you want it. Each container is labeled with what it is and how to heat it.”
“Janae, can you get me some milk to go with these?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Janae gives her mom a kiss on the forehead as she stands up, then grabs a glass from the cabinet.
“Don’t forget my ice.”
Janae laughs and shakes her head at her mom. “You are the only person I know who likes ice in their milk. Dad, do you want anything?”
“Get us a round of beers out of there. I bought us something new to try. It’s a small up and coming craft beer, so it might end up tasting like gator piss, but don’t worry, I got a few backup cases of some good stuff in the garage just in case.”
After Janae sets the milk down for her mom, she opens the box and pours a mound of powdered sugar dusted chocolate cookies out onto a plate. Leaning over me while I fill the fridge with food, she grabs three bottles of beer, and then pops the tops with an alligator shaped bottle opener magnet.
“You picked a good brew, Dad. This is tasty.”
“Oh, good. The last case I experimented on was terrible. Stay away from that Moon Doggy Pirate brand. Damn pirate piss. I had to eat a whole box of doughnuts to get that taste out of my mouth.”
“Are you sure you weren’t just using that as an excuse to be able to eat a whole box of doughnuts?”
Vera makes an, “mmhmm”, sound in agreement with Janae’s assessment of Marvin’s solution to the bad beer taste.
After Marvin and I fill the fridge and freezer with food, we put the shelf stable foods away and fill a couple of fruit bowls on the counter with apples, pears, and oranges.
“I’m going to put the coolers on the porch to dry and grab our suitcases.”
“I’ll help you.”
Janae grabs a cooler, and after dumping the ice in the grass and propping the lids open, she follows me to the SUV. As I’m reaching for the door handle to the backseat, Janae grabs my shoulders and pins me against the side of the vehicle. With a smile, she leans in to kiss my lips, but doesn’t part her lips to fully kiss me. I pull her body in flush against mine and she inhales deeply. She gently nips my bottom lip before she pulls back to look in my eyes.
“I love you, Jack.”
“I love you more than anything.”
“Thank you for bringing us here. I want to ask my parents to move closer to us. Will you help me convince them?”
“If you allow me to buy them a house and pay for the moving expenses.”
Janae releases a small happy laugh and kisses my lips. “I agree to those terms.”
“Good. We also have to pay for your mom to see a specialist for her arthritis. Marvin said he’ll talk to me about it later, so we need to get onto them about that too.”
“Oh, I am going to kick their asses! I asked them over and over again if there is a specialist she can go to and they insisted there isn’t.”
We bring the suitcases to the guest room we’ll be sharing, and as soon as we set the bags down on the bed, she storms back to the kitchen to lay into her parents about the specialist for Vera’s arthritis.
“Dad, how could you not tell me there is someone who might be able to help Mom?”
Marvin looks up from his beer with a dramatic pout with his thick bottom lip flipped out, and his eyes widened in a sad puppy dog stare.
“Don’t look at me like that. You know I worry about you both. Why do you do this all the time?”
“I asked him not to say anything, but I see he didn’t listen. I don’t want a big fuss.”
“Mom, your health is not a ‘fuss’. I want to have you both with me for as long as possible. It’s just being selfish and stubborn not telling me this stuff.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie.”
“I want you to move closer to me so I can see you more.”
“Sweetie, this is our home. Our friends and our church are here. We’re not invalids yet. We do ok. I’m just having a minor setback, but I’ll be fine in no time.”
“But…”
Vera makes a clicking sound with her tongue and gives Janae a stern stare. “Enough. Just visit with us. Tell us about the bakery, and Jack’s business, and all of the juicy gossip from Tampa.”
Janae gives her mom a defiant pout, and as she plops down in a chair, she says, “This conversation isn’t over.”
I sit down next to her and rub a hand across the top of her back to try to soothe her frustration.
Vera smiles and pushes our beers to sit in front of us, while saying, “Drink and visit.”
Janae still looks upset with her parents, but she lifts her beer and takes a sip. I rub her back, massaging her shoulders and neck, and her face softens into a serene smile.
“How’s the company, Jack?”
“Really good. We’re working on a new program that I’m pretty excited about. It’s super smart and so intuitive that it’s going to eliminate the need of several programs so many companies use right now to manage and analyze their data. The logic is fantastic. We’ve run it through the wringer with beta testing and have successfully interfaced it with all of the latest internet browsers, operating systems, and supporting plug-ins. I had a meeting with my marketing and sales team this morning to get them started on the campaign to start selling it in the next few months. Big businesses are going to be foaming at the mouth when we release this. It’s probably the best program I’ve created.”
“Isn’t she such a nerd?”
Janae ruffles my hair with a big grin on her face, and both of her parents laugh and make comments about me being a computer nerd. I tickle her side, and Janae laughs and takes my hand to hold on the table.
“So, besides the arthritis and too much gumbo and fried catfish, what’s been going on with both of you?”
Vera and Marvin spend the next hour or so telling us about some news from their church and some events they’ve been to recently and are planning to go to.
It’s really nice listening to them and sharing this time with Janae. I haven’t had any communication with my own family in about thirteen years, and that last encounter was not an enjoyable one. The last time I had a conversation like this with my own parents was before I came out to them over fifteen years ago.
I love that Janae’s parents treat me like family, even though I haven’t been able to settle down and be with her like they want us to be.
Chapter Eighteen
As I bend over to get a load of towels out of the dryer, Janae pats my ass a few times. I stand up with the warm fresh smelling cottons in my arms and lean towards her. She smiles and kisses my lips.
“Here, honey. Put them in here.”
She pulls a plastic hamper over and I dump the towels inside. I grab a few stragglers out of the dryer, and as I pick up the hamper with one hand, she takes my other and leads me out to the living room. We dump the towels on th
e couch and sit down on either side of the pile to fold them.
“I think this was the last load, unless there’s a pile of something hiding somewhere.”
Janae shakes her head. “No, I checked. This is it.”
“What do we need to do next?”
“I want to have lunch ready for them when they get home from church. Do you want to grill today?”
“Sounds good to me. We need to set up an account for your parents with my food service before we leave.”
Marvin and Vera really like the food that we brought and they agreed to allow me to set up an account for them and for me to pay the food bills.
“Yeah, we definitely need to do that today. I want to make sure they have plenty of food in the house before we leave in the morning. If I can’t get them to agree to move, I’d like to talk to my mom about getting one of those walk-in bathtubs installed. Dad said she’s been having a hard time getting in and out of the tub when she wants to take baths, and baths help her arthritis pain.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll pay for the installation.”
“Ok, honey. Here, put your stack on mine and come help me put these in the linen closet.”
I add my half of the folded towels to her pile, then I pull them out of her hands and tuck them under my arm. Janae kisses my lips and tugs me forward. After she arranges them in the linen closet, I return the hamper to the laundry room and meet Janae in the kitchen.
“Here, honey, can you shuck this corn? I want to get it soaking in some sugar water so we can grill it.”
“Sure, babe. What else are we having?”
I take the bag of corn to the table, and as I sit, she places an open bottle of beer down next to me. She runs her hand through my hair, and lightly pinches the back of my neck before walking back to the fridge.
“I’m going to make these New York Strip steaks. Do you have any special requests?”
“How about those grilled potato wedges you make? Those are fantastic.”
