Some time later and I have no idea how long, I woke up startled out of my dreams by a terrible pounding noise. It was emanating from somewhere in the house it seemed.
I got up quickly and went in search of the sound. My bare feet were cold against my hardwood floors and I shivered a little.
It was the front door, I realized when I reached the living room.
I grabbed the closest weapon nearest me, which happened to be an umbrella. I looked at it and shrugged, deciding it would have to do.
I really need to get a baseball bat and some mace, I thought to myself... and maybe a whistle... isn't that what they recommend single women to do? Carry a whistle?
Oh, just listen to yourself Dar, talking to yourself about mace and whistles when there's a crazy person pounding on your door.
If they didn't stop soon, they were going to take the damn door off of its hinges.
I slid quietly towards the door, leaning in to look out through the peep hole. I stood there for a minute stunned at what I found. Jaye was standing outside my door at... I glanced at the clock on the hall table, three o clock in the morning! I hurried and unlocked the door.
Something must have happened, something terrible. Was it Mol or the baby?! I quickly opened the door and pulled him inside.
He wasn't expecting it though, so my quick tug sent him sprawling and sliding across my well waxed floor.
I closed the door and locked it back up. I rushed over to him on the floor, rolling him over so he was lying on his back and I shook him frantically.
"What happened Jaye?! Is everyone okay? Where are they? Who is it? What hospital!!!" I asked rambling desperately. Jaye came out of his 'floor sliding induced stupor' and looked at me in confusion.
"Who 'de what e' what, what?" he asked and I started feeling around on his head for a lump. Maybe he was concussed? Great, now I'll never get any straight answers out of him!
I pulled his head so we were eye to eye.
"Who was hurt Jaye?" I asked him as calmly as I could, praying it wasn’t anything terribly bad.
"Me," he said hoarsely and then glared up at me.
"You?" I asked incredulously, giving him a cursory glance for injuries and finding none.
"If you're hurt, go to the hospital... why would you come here?" I asked confused, still leaning over him.
He lunged up and grabbed me then, unexpectedly, rolling us so our positions were reversed, me on bottom and him towering over me.
"Because," he said rubbing his erection along the juncture of my thighs and I gasped out at the sudden intimate contact.
"I need you to fix it, you evil little temptress, fix this," he growled out and captured my lips before I could respond, his tongue plunging into my mouth to tangle with mine.
I moaned and he pressed himself harder against me, putting one leg between my still closed thighs in an attempt to get me to open them up.
His swift exit with Magenta popped into my mind and I pushed at him, clamping my legs harder together to prevent him from any more advances in his foray to my sweet pot.
"Don't tease Mouse, I'm dying here," he said impatiently and tried to kiss me again, but I turned my head away, still gasping for breath from his onslaught.
Undeterred, he started nibbling his way down my throat feverishly, like he couldn't get enough of me soon enough.
"Come on honey, I'm desperate here!" he said leaning back a little to grin at me boyishly.
I mustered all of my strength and shoved up with my pelvis, dumping him on his 'desperate' ass.
"You're desperate?! Desperate! That's why you're here? What happened? Magenta didn't feel like 'putting out', so you decided to try 'the mouse'!" I screeched, my voice so distressed and high pitched, it caused me to sound exactly like my much loathed, newly minted nick name.... I sounded kinda like a mouse.
"Magenta? What does she have to do with anything?" he asked, looking adorably confused. He truly looked puzzled, but it could all be an act I warned myself... who knows.
"I saw you leaving with her...after you and I... I thought...and then you... Well, none of that matters anymore! So just... get out you... you... 'Manwhore'!! Get out! Get out NOW!"
He didn’t move, looking a little stunned by my outburst, and I had a hunch he wasn’t going to budge right now, so I got up and ran from the room, racing towards my bedroom. I'll lock myself in there until he leaves, I told myself vehemently.
I wasn't fast enough though.
He grabbed me around the waist and slung me up into his arms in one quick motion, one arm under my knees, the other under my shoulder blades. I ended up getting a little disoriented from my impromptu flight... that man is pretty fast for such a big guy.
I was even more discombobulated when the big blue oaf dumped me on the couch. Causing me to bounce up and land on the cushions with a 'thump' and an 'oomph' as my brain was rattled and the air in my lungs, simultaneously, knocked out of me.
He studied me for a minute, his frown turning thoughtful as he gazed at me steadily. I felt two inches tall as I laid there glaring at him dizzily.
A gleam entered his eyes, like a light bulb had gone off in that pea sized brain of his and he gave me a slow sexy grin that made me melt, despite my agitation with him.
Too sexy for his own damn good, I grumbled to myself. And what the hell is he grinning about?!
"You're jealous!" he exclaimed excitedly, like a kid at Christmas, and I felt my face heating with embarrassment.
Caught on to that did he?
"You think I went off to 'bump uglys' with Mags and now you're jealous! Ha! Ha! You are so cute when you’re jealous!" he proclaimed happily.
He grabbed me up and kissed the hell out of me, still managing to chuckle at my expense the whole time.
"You mean...you didn't leave with Magenta...to ...to you know?" I asked quietly.
"To Fuck?" he asked bluntly and I could feel myself flinch at the crudely put phrase.
I nodded my head instead of answering him.
"No. I didn't," he admitted. The look on his face was so serious and sincere, I knew he wasn’t pulling my leg.
"Mama asked me to take Mags home because she was feeling ill, so I did," he shrugged, still smiling at me.
He picked me up and set me on his lap, situating me so my legs were straddling him, my night gown up around my waist, exposing my pale thighs.
"Now, quit talking and please me Mouse!" he demanded and pulled me towards him, his hands planted firmly on my bottom, rubbing us sensuously against each other.
I guess I didn't hop on 'it' or him fast enough, because he reached his hand back and slapped my ass hard.
"Ow! You conceited blue oaf! Watch it!" I said smacking his shoulder. It didn't really hurt all that bad and when he rubbed where he'd smacked me, I felt a warm tingling in my body, from the spot where he rubbed all the way to my core.
I wiggled out of his tight embrace and pushed away from him, sitting down on the floor, leaning up enough to put my hands on his pants to undo them.
"Hell yeah, now we're talking," Jaye said and unbuttoned his pants, shoving them, underwear and all, all the way down past his legs to pool at his ankles.
He sat back down, waiting for me to make my next move. He was very 'happy' to see me if his swollen friend was any indication.
I licked my lips and leaned forward to lick him a little.
"Wait!" Jaye said hoarsely and shoved his hands in front of me, cupping his balls and penis, cradling them protectively.
"No biting little mouse," he said, warning me sternly. I looked at him and tried to look disappointed.
"Not even a little nibble?" I asked, switching the tables on him for once, my eyes wide, in as innocent as an expression as I could manage under the circumstances.
"No! No nibbling woman! ...erm...well, only if it’s a nice nibble," he said, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard and cleared his throat.
"Don't worry Manwhore, I'll be nice to 'Jr.'," I said, winking at him
and pushing his hands away.
He looked so unsure all of the sudden that it was almost comical. I leaned forward and licked the pre cum off the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around in a circular motion, making sure I caught it all.
I pulled him all the way into my mouth, suddenly, as far as I could take him and he jerked and moaned, gripping my hair tightly.
"Huh... oh... aaahh... oh, Dar.." he mumbled incoherently as I took him into my mouth repeatedly, changing the angle and suction, so each time was different, each slide of his member and each glide of my tongue hitting a different way than the time before.
"Ungg!" he yelped as I took him as far back into my throat as I could and started making swallowing motions with my throat muscles.
"I'm going to... Oh... Uh... I'm... Uh... you're gonna... aaahh..." he moaned restlessly as he came down the back of my throat.
I continued to suck and kiss him until he started to soften and released him with a wet pop, licking my lips like a cat who just got the cream.
I looked up at Jaye and examined the picture he presented.
He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling erratically, head leaning back on the couch. His lips were puffy from our kisses, eyes closed as if in sleep, and he had a contended grin on his face.
We sat there for a minute, him stroking my hair absently as I doodled little swirls through the hair on his thighs.
"Wow, Mouse, I don't think I can move... you killed me," he chuckled and I laughed out loud, untangling his fingers from my hair to pull back a little.
I got up, moving away from him after a moment and went to pick up the few things we’d scattered throughout the room in our haste.
I bent over to pick up his shoe, that had somehow ended up near the end table by the wall and Jaye snuck up behind me, clamping his hands over mine so I couldn't move.
"Does this position bring back any memories 'little mouse'?" he teased, rubbing his face up and down the side of my neck, stopping to kiss and nibble ever so often.
"You didn't think I was going to leave you all high and dry, did you Dar?" he murmured seductively. He switched my wrists to one hand and used his now free hand to reach around me and rub my clit through my underwear in slow teasing circles. I squirmed against him, trying to get him to go a little faster.
"Patience, little temptress, it's my turn now, remember?" he said and swirled his tongue around the shell of my ear, stopping to nibble and suck on my earlobe. I shivered, goose bumps breaking out all over my exposed skin.
He paused in his ministrations to turn me and shove me over the end of the arm of the couch.
Before I could do anything he pushed on my back and pinned me down with his hand on my back, now face down over the couch.
"Oh, honey, you look so hot like this, If you hadn't just blown both of my barrels I would take advantage of it, of this," he said cupping an ass cheek in each hand. He tugged then, pulling my underwear down until it dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He pushed my night gown up and off my shoulders, leaving me naked for his perusal.
He sighed sadly, rubbing my bottom absently as he spoke. "But alas, I'm not quite there yet little mouse. I need a few minutes to recover still.”
"Take advantage of what? My position or my ass?" I asked bluntly.
"Because if you're thinking I'm going to let you do that! You can think again buddy!"
He snorted and I could feel his hand running along my crease, down to my wet folds, were he slid his fingers through my juices a few times, getting his digits all slicked up.
"What do you think the pinky twins were going to do with you? I can tell you right now it wasn't knitting sweaters,” he murmured huskily, nipping at my shoulder and sucking on my neck for a minute. So, going to have a hickey in the morning, but it feels so good I’m keeping my trap shut.
“They wanted you here," he said rubbing my slit with his fingers.
"And here," he said rubbing his slicked up digits along my rosette, running his fingers over it lightly and then circling around it slowly, like a tease.
I tensed up all over and he stopped, leaning over me, using his other hand to rub my clit and slit again.
"Don't worry Dar, I won't do anything you don't want me to. I'm not trying to scare you, I want to make you feel good honey," he purred at me, placing sweet kisses along my back, shoulders and neck.
I relaxed again and he pulled back, kneeling behind me. He spread my legs a little farther apart and then licked along my clit and into my folds.
He was sucking and kissing me enthusiastically, like I was cake and he'd been without sweets for a year, like he was really enjoying himself.
I was close and I knew he could tell because he picked up his pace, concentrating on tonguing my clit as two of his digits slipped slickly in and out of me.
I came right then, my muscles clamping down tightly on his fingers. I didn't even realize it, but I was calling out his name over and over breathlessly, like a chant.
Even after I came, he didn't stop, just continued giving my clit attention, every lick and suck sent me shaking and spasming from my still sensitive skin.
He stopped and I slumped over the arm of the couch, breathing heavily, gasping a little desperately, trying to regulate my heart beat.
A loud 'Smack' cracked through the room and I jumped and squeaked in surprise.
"Come on Mouse, I'm tired." Jaye said as he smacked my ass again and headed toward my bedroom.
"Jayevellan Harvick!" I shrieked at him and I could hear his laughter trailing behind him as he went down the hall.
"What an Ass!" I said aloud to myself.
"Why, thank you little mouse, I work out," he called from my room.
I looked down and saw his pants in a heap and realized he had walked bare assed into my bedroom.
I started giggling about it and didn't stop until he came back into the living room, still bare assed, and scooped me up into his arms, carting me with him into my room.
"Really!" he said in faux exasperation.
"Must I do everything by myself!"
Wake Up Call
Jaye
"Mmmm," I murmured sleepily and reached over to tug Darlah up against me, the little temptress must have rolled over at some point, but my hand hit empty space.
What the heck?
I felt around until I reached the edge of the bed. I opened my eyes and peered at the clock, it was seven in the morning.
"Too early," I moaned into a 'Mouse' scented pillow. I rolled over and got out of bed to search for my wayward bed partner.
I entered the kitchen where a fully dressed Darlah was finishing up what looked like pancakes.
Yum!
I walked up behind her and slid my hands over her generously curvy hips, admiring her full figure. I rested my chin on her shoulder and nibbled her earlobe.
"Feed me," I said as I nibbled my way down her neck.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you? Could you repeat that," she said in her best ‘school marm voice’. I bit a little at her shoulder and she jumped, nudging me to knock it off.
I continued picking and teasing at her and she tried to hit me with the pancake spatula over her shoulder, blindly aiming in my general direction.
I dodged it, laughing like a hyena as she tried to push me away from her by sticking her bottom out and bumping me with it.
I smacked her rump hard. The 'crack' echoing in the kitchen.
"Ow!" she shrieked and swiveled around to face me. Her look of anger turned to shock when she took stock of me. "Jaye! What are you doing? Put some friggin' pants on!" she exclaimed, taking in my body in all of its blue naked glory.
I snorted, ignoring her and reached over to snag her cup of grevnel juice off the counter, downing it in one gulp. I set the cup back down next to her and reached over her to snag a pancake off the platter.
I ate it plain and moaned as the flavors hit my taste buds.
"These are so good Mouse," I said between bi
tes. "What kind of pancakes are these?"
"Pumpkin," she replied absently, staring at me as I stood butt naked in her kitchen, eating her pancakes.
Now that's more like it.
If walking around naked would get me noticed by my prudish mouse, then that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
I wanted to preen and maybe I will, I thought, feeling inspired.
I took her now empty glass of juice and sauntered over to the fridge, laying it on extra thick for my audience of one.
As I passed her she shook her head at my antics.
"I'm afraid to ask, but are you always this uh, animated Jaye?"
"Maybe," I said and waggled my eyebrows at her.
"I can't think when you’re standing there all erm naked...so go put clothes on," she said, not looking at me and waving her fingers in my general direction.
"You really are a prude aren't you little mouse," I said chuckling.
Her lips pursed in irritation, but she didn't take the bait.
"What's the matter Mouse never seen a naked man before?"
She turned bright red at my tease and I've never seen a lovelier shade of crimson.
"Take your fill, Mouse," I grinned and raised my arms wide, slowly doing a circle in her kitchen.
As I turned around to face her I was suddenly hit in the face with a fly by pancake.
Darlah
"I'm not a prude Manwhore! I just don't let it all hang out where I make my meals alright," I huffed, annoyed at his ribbing. I am not a prude!
"You pelted me with a hot, hotcake, you crazy woman! Are you trying to wound me?" he yelled dramatically, waving the pancake at me as he ranted.
I think he got side tracked, though, when he sniffed the pancake, shrugged and took a bite.
I laughed at the absurdity of it all. It turned into outright guffaws and my stomach hurt from all the laughing.
I was still hooting with laughter when he marched up to me, until we were nose to nose, and demanded, "You mocking me temptress?"
"Yes," I admitted and took off as fast as my feet would carry me. I shrieked as he chased me around the house naked.
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