Courtney said, “I like that. It sounds weird and spooky, but I like it. A lot.”
Jett grinned and said, “Courtney, what did you eat for dinner last night?”
Courtney said, “Oh, it was so delicious. I’ve never eaten like that before. Every bite was amazing.”
Jett said, “You didn’t answer my question. Dave, what did you eat last night?”
I thought for a minute and said, “Oh…my…gosh! That is amazing! Jett, really?”
Jett said, “Yep. Dave, you have given me a whole new life. With you, being loved, being more connected to Mom and Dad, getting Courtney back, all of it. But this, getting me this job is huge for me. I’ll never be what I was again. I have passed from death into life as they say.”
Courtney said, “I don’t it. I get what you are saying, but not about what we had for dinner.”
I said, “Court, I have no idea what we had for dinner. Yes, it was delicious. Yes, it was amazing. But we were talking and healing and I never noticed the food enough to remember what it was.”
Jett exclaimed, “See! Even the food is made to be there but to make a place for sacred conversation, not for food. That’s why we got invited back. Not because we were so taken with the food and made a fuss over how good it was, but because we talked and healed and refreshed ourselves and didn’t notice the food because it was us that was important, not them. We treated their house with respect. We accepted what they wanted to give us. They told me, oh gosh, I shouldn’t even be telling you all this because I don’t want to ruin it, but they told me that they were happy for us. That they were happy for what I was going through. They were doing all these things we never saw to help us as much as they could. Did you know that the wine was essentially non-alcoholic? Because they thought it would be best for our conversation? It’s not an eating place! It’s a church!”
Courtney said, “How was it a church? That part I don’t get.”
Jett said, “Courtney, last night was transformational. Maybe you won’t get it. I can’t explain it. But last night, Dave, ‘the Gentleman’, as James kept saying, was my pastor. He told me that I was loved. He told me that I was forgiven. He taught me wisdom. He listened to my confession. He told me that I wasn’t condemned. We got invited back because Dave told me what to be and because if he comes back, and brings people with him, maybe they have a sacred conversation and get healing and wisdom and life too. But they have to come with their pastor. They don’t come for dinner.”
As she explained it, I kind of understood. It was a very unusual vision. And an unusual business model. Yeah, dinner had been expensive, but an hour of therapy for each of us would have been more expensive. I figured that it might not always be deep conversations, but it would at least be therapeutic. Relaxing and restorative at the very minimum. When you looked at it that way, it was a bargain. Yeah, I could go to a church like that. One where all they expected you to do was to be kind and listen to people. And that’s really what they were doing for Jett. Being kind and listening and teaching her to prepare a sacred space.
We were almost home now. It wasn’t far from the house to “The Afra”. As we were pulling into the driveway, Jett said that we’d need to talk over the details of her being away from Courtney and me for several hours four times a week, but she had an idea.
It was late in the afternoon now. The others were out at the pool. It looked like they were all asleep.
Dotty heard us come out and pulled off her sunglasses and said, “We were taking a nap. Come out and join us if you want to,” and she lay back and relaxed again.
It was warm, and lying in the sun sounded like a good idea. On the way up the stairs to put on our swimsuits, because we noticed that all the others were wearing them, Jett complained that she didn’t have anything “suitable” now. Apparently, whatever swimwear she had worn in the past wasn’t appropriate now. Courtney suggested that Jett wear one of the two that Courtney had, but Jett was dubious of the idea that it would fit her. Courtney was 5-foot seven-inches tall and had very beautiful double-D breasts. Now that I took the time to notice, I saw for the first time, that Jett was about five-foot five-inches and might have been a C-cup. She was beautiful for sure, but not nearly as large as her sister. And her hips were a little slimmer as well. If the top of the swimsuit fit Courtney, it wouldn’t look like it fit Jett at all.
The solution was for Jett to wear bra and panties in lieu of a bathing suit. It’s weird how underwear might cover just as much as a bathing suit, but still seem less appropriate. Like she’d said though, her lingerie was nothing to brag about and was pretty plain. We’d have to do something about that. Jett wanted to look like an underwear model now, not a sexless store mannequin.
Suddenly, I realized that even though we had just changed clothes, Jett had done so in her own room, and I still hadn’t seen her naked. She was partially nude now, well, in her underwear, and she looked very pretty, but I hadn’t seen her fully nude. I did touch her at breakfast, but I hadn’t seen her. And now that I was seeing her in just her bra and panties, I was more eager to see the rest. Maybe she intended not to let me see her naked until after the wedding. Maybe it had nothing to do with that at all.
I remembered that Courtney had told me to be sure to compliment Jett when the opportunity presented itself, and I said, “You two look stunning. Both of you. Jett, you are very beautiful. Even that outfit looks great on you.”
She looked back over her shoulder where I was a step behind her and said, “You can see me without it too, you know.”
I said, “I can? Can I hug you?”
She grinned and said, “Uh huh.”
I stepped forward and caught her from behind, putting my arms around her and holding her tight around the waist.
She stopped walking, just inside the doors out to the patio, and said, “Dave, I never had an orgasm like I did with you this morning. How do we make his transition? I don’t want it to take long. I want you to touch me. To look at me. I want to be comfortable with you and I freaking want to make love with you.”
Then, to Courtney, she said, “Sis, what are we going to do? What are the rules? I’ll never be jealous of you, but what about you? How are you going to feel?”
Courtney said sweetly, “I am going to be so happy every single time you and Dave make love that I won’t be able to stand it. Seeing him with his arms around you like this is heavenly. I love it.”
Jett started to turn around in my arms to look at her sister, but something pressed against her rear as she turned, and she gasped in surprise.
I let go of her quickly and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! It just happens. I forgot and well, Jett, I love you!”
Jett stood a foot in front of me and stared down at my crotch. There was a definite bulge, but not so much that I wouldn’t have gotten away with it if we were just out at the pool and no one was looking for it.
Jett said slowly, “I’ve ever touched one before. I never wanted to,” and then she boldly shoved her hand down the front of my pants and grabbed my shaft with her right hand.
I immediately groaned and closed my eyes. This felt so good. Something about this was more erotic than I would have expected. And an instant later, I was fully erect and weak in the knees.
Courtney said, “Well, I think the transition is pretty much complete now. You stepped over a threshold there, for sure. What do you say, Dave?”
I said, “Jett, Sweetie, that feels amazing. But stop.”
Jett had started stroking me as I became stiff in her hand and I was about ready to pop already. It was as if I’d taken some kind of magic boner pill that made it impossible to go more than half a minute without starting to orgasm.
Jett left her hand where it was, inside my trunks, and said, “No.”
I said, “You have to. I’m um, about to um…Jett, stop!”
Jett pulled her hand away and I was relieved for a second, thinking that I had avoided an embarrassing sudden climax, even though there still seemed
to be a chance that I hadn’t stopped in time. But my relief was short-lived as Jett yanked my suit down to my knees and this time took me in both hands and began exploring to her heart’s content.
I tried again to stop her, but she didn’t listen to me at all.
I said, “Sweetie, you have to stop! I’m seriously about to lose it!”
At that, Jett dropped to her knees in front of me, and to my great surprise, and Courtney’s, Jett swallowed my cock! All the way to the hilt. She didn’t have to stay long. I was spurting before she had me halfway in. I nearly passed out. Courtney noticed and steadied me. My last thought before I thought that I might lose consciousness, or just die, was that I didn’t want to hurt Jett if I collapsed.
I didn’t collapse though. I recovered and stayed on my feet, shooting my orgasm, with Jett’s nose firmly pressed against my pubic hair. It was over in seconds, and Jett pulled me out of her throat, sucking me clean in the process.
Courtney gasped, “Jett, what the hell? Where did you learn to do that? Even in my old job, I never saw anyone do that so easily!”
Jett smiled and gave me another suck and said, “I don’t know. I just did it. Dave was about to come, so I just did it. It wasn’t that difficult. I just opened my mouth and relaxed and just did it. It was pretty cool. Does semen always taste like that? It was kind of good in a weird way.”
She used her fist to pull more of my ejaculation to the top and sucked that up as well.
I said, “I have to sit down.”
Jett pulled my shorts up and took my hand, and we made our way to the patio and I laid down on a lounge chair. Wow. That had lasted less than a minute, maybe only 20 seconds, but it was intense.
Jett said, “Mom?”
Dotty stirred and took off her sunglasses again and said, “Yeah Sweetie, what is it?”
Jett stood looking down at her mother and said, “You said we can talk about sex if we ever want to.”
Dotty woke up more fully and sat more upright and said, “Of course. Whatever you want to talk about.”
Jett said, “Can we go get me married tomorrow? First thing? We need to get me married and I want you and Daddy and Milly to come.”
Dotty said, “Are you eager to have sex and think that you want to wait till you’re married?”
Jett didn’t say anything and Dotty said, “Did you have sex already? Do you have questions? Is everything OK?”
Jett said, “Yeah, it’s great. Really great. I liked it.”
Dotty said, “Did you have an orgasm, Dear?”
Jett said, “Oh, I had a massive one like never before at breakfast. But not this time. I would have, but it happened so fast. I might be sore tonight.”
Jett sat down next to her mother and reached for her hand.
Dotty was sympathetic and said, “Oh Sweetie. Was it painful? There are things that we can do. Sometimes it takes getting used to.”
Jett said, “No, not that. I liked it. It was easy. I just saw that Dave was sort of hard, but not all the way, and I wanted to touch him so bad and just get it over with the first time so that we would be able to do it all the time, so I started touching him. I never touched one before and it was so nice that I couldn’t stand it. And he was so stiff and so beautiful that I just had to do something about it.”
Dotty said, “Jett, Sweetie, was there a problem? Or did you have a question or something? How can Momma help you?”
Jett said, “Mom, I had sex, and it was great, and I really want to do it again, but I’m still a virgin, and it feels weird and I just wanted to talk about it, not ask questions.”
Then Jett swallowed and said, “Yeah, and I’m going to be a little bit sore and maybe you could make me some tea and honey, like when I have a sore throat.”
Dotty said, “Do you have a sore throat Honey?”
Courtney was sitting nearby, grinning and watching this exchange with amusement, but she kept quiet.
Jett said very seriously, “Momma, he was so handsome and felt so good in my hands and he was so close to orgasm that I just fell in love with sex all of a sudden, so I swallowed him whole. All the way down. It wasn’t hard. It felt really good, sliding him in and having my lips on him and his hair tickling my nose. I liked it. It was really cool. Does your throat get sore every time?”
Dotty said, “Jett? Are you saying you had sex for the first time by deep-throating Dave?”
Jett said, “Yeah. It’s weird. I had really good sex, even though I didn’t have time to orgasm, but I guess I’m still a virgin too.”
Dotty said, “Courtney, did you see what happened?”
Courtney related the story the way that she saw it and added, “Mom, it was astounding. If it had been a movie, I’d have sworn they had used special effects. I never saw a woman do it that easily, ever. She just opened her mouth and slid all the way on.”
Jett said seriously, “And I liked it.”
Dotty said, “But you’re afraid that you are going to have a sore throat. Sweetie, I have seen a lot of clients and some women do have a very oral sex nature. What you did might be rare. I can’t do that. Your Aunt Milly can, but not nearly as easily as you seem to. And Dave isn’t a small man.”
Jett said, “He’s the perfect size. I lied about thinking he was gross and too big. He’s so beautiful and perfect.”
Dotty said, “I’m sure he is. Let’s get you some hot tea and honey and some throat lozenges. I don’t think that you will be sore every time. The human body adapts in amazing ways. Um, do you just want to sit here while I go get you something?”
Jett nodded.
Dotty said, “OK. I’ll be right back. I wish that Dave could come with me for a minute. But I know that isn’t possible.”
Courtney said, “Maybe it is. I love Jett so much that I wonder, if I stay with her, if I’ll be OK if Dave is just in the house where I know he could hear me if I need him. Right now I want to stay with Jett so bad that maybe Dave can go with you for a minute. Let’s try it.”
Dotty and I walked to the house and carefully went inside, listening for Courtney to call us back at any second. But she didn’t. And that might open up some freedoms that we hadn’t had so far.
Inside, Dotty said, “She what, just dropped to her knees and swallowed your whole cock without a pause?”
I said, “Yeah. I was surprised, to say the least. I’ve never had anything like that before.”
Dotty said, “The truth is, few men have. And a lot of the ones who think that they have are wrong. A lot of them are just small enough that it’s really just that they fit in the woman’s mouth easily. I’ve seen you naked, you are definitely a bit larger than average. Not a huge amount, but some.”
She put a cup of water in the microwave to heat up and said, “Dave, I love you. You have had an impact on our family that is priceless. You’re one lucky young man, too!”
I said, “I know that. I really do. Thank you for everything.”
Dotty took the hot water and dropped in a tea bag and got the bottle of honey from the cabinet and set it near the cup. When the tea was ready, she added a generous amount of honey and we took it out to the patio.
When we rejoined the others, they were sitting at the table and Milly was saying, “…an expert by any means. I never did it until last night. But like you, I just felt compelled. I didn’t get sore though. I can’t believe we’re talking like this. Kitty, you are right. It is freeing to just really tell the truth. And not have to be so careful with what we say. I tell you what Jett, we’ll share our experiences with each other and see if we can learn something together. I wasn’t sure that I’d really try to get good at it, but you inspire me.”
Jett smiled.
Chapter 27 - Habitation
Dinner was spaghetti and salad. Out on the patio. It seemed like we were going to spend most of our lives out here by the pool from now on. Meals, relaxing, talking, and in some cases, even lovemaking. The lovemaking hadn’t been planned to happen, but it had. We were all dressed in swim
suits or shorts and T-shirts, and for the first time, we settled into a “normal” family dinner without a lot of deep thought about what we were doing and how things were going to work, and who each other was. It was nice. We passed food, ate, smiled, and joked.
Everyone wanted to know about Jett’s new job and how The Afra worked, but Jett and I kept ourselves from telling too many details while not being too cryptic and mysterious. From what we told them, it was a nice restaurant that required a membership, and Jett was going to work there as part of the staff, but not as a waitress. Everyone was comfortable with the idea that you have to be trained as a waitress and that Jett would start with other duties. I think they assumed that Jett would bus tables or be a hostess. Neither was exactly right, but Jett told them that she wasn’t exactly clear on everything that she would do. She redirected the conversation by mentioning her hours and benefits and salary.
After our meal, Milly did most of the cleanup. She was moving in and settling down to a new life, and for her, that meant starting to take care of us as a family.
Milly was an attractive woman. She was Dotty’s twin, and they looked a lot alike, but not identical. At 56 years old, she was heavier than the younger girls, and a bit curvier. She stood about five-foot-seven-inches tall. Both she and her sister were the epitome of mature womanhood. Fit, but voluptuous. Emotionally generous, but strong. Sensuous, but sweet.
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