Southern Seduction

by Alcorn, N. A.

  “Come on, Savvy. It’s been a long day and I don’t want to sit on that hard chair. I promise not to ravish you.”

  “Fair enough, Jackson, but I can’t make the same promise to you.” His eyes pop open wide. The look of shock makes me giggle. “Drink your wine. I promise to behave.”

  “Hell, Savannah, I was just getting excited and now all you’re offering is a plastic cup of wine and some old reruns of Friends.” His lips fall into his famous pout. It used to be my undoing, but now that I’m older, I’m not falling for it.

  “Lie down, Jackson. I need a pillow to rest my head on.” Jackson settles in and I lay my head on his stomach. I feel his finely toned muscles against my cheek. The warmth of his body next to mine sends a chill throughout my body. I used to love to lie with him like this. The rise and fall of his chest has always been soothing to me.

  “Are you cold?” Jackson asks as he pulls the bedspread from under him and covers both of us.

  “No, I think I’m just worn out. It’s been a long day. Thanks for everything today, Jackson. I’ve missed you.” I snuggle closer to him and relax.

  “I’ve missed you too, Savvy. No one has ever come close to you.” That’s the last thing that I remember him saying.

  I don’t know when he left my room, but I wake up to an empty bed and an empty bottle of wine.

  First things first, I absolutely must brush my teeth. That awful sticky film that finds a home in your mouth at night tastes ten times worse after you drink wine. Dragging myself into the bathroom, I see my reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back at me doesn’t look nearly as bad as I expected. I was in desperate need of sleep. I think Jackson’s presence helped me to fall asleep, and once I was there, I slept well. Maybe he can come tuck me into bed every night.

  The shower feels wonderful. I lean against the wall and let the steamy water drip down my body. I lather up the washcloth and begin to clean my arms and legs. Just as I am about to put the washcloth between my legs, I hear Jackson’s voice.

  “I wish I were that washcloth right now, Savvy.”

  The sound of his voice frightens me. I thought that he had left long ago. “Jackson, you get out of this bathroom right now.” I wait for him to retreat. He doesn’t budge. I rub the fog off of the glass door and see him leaning against the wall. He looks delicious from his broad shoulders to his boots. The jeans he’s wearing mold around his body like melted wax.

  “I feel more naked than you, Savvy. The way you’re undressing me with your eyes is hot. Should I strip down for you so you can get a better look?”

  “Jackson, I need some peace. Go take a load off and I’ll come right out.” What does that man think he’s doing staring at my naked body while I’m showering? He did look really hot in those jeans. Jackson was always hot. Whew, I need to refocus.

  The water cascades over my head as I try to think of anything but Jackson. I remember everything about him. Sometimes I wonder if my memories made things bigger and better than they really were.

  The click of the shower door takes me by surprise. The bigger surprise is seeing Jackson standing in front of me bare-ass naked. I track his body from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet—taking it all in. Once isn’t enough, so I do it again.

  “Savvy, I heard the words peace, load, and come, and I knew you were calling to me. Can I join you in a little clean fun?”

  “You know, if you climb into this shower, there’s going to be nothing clean about it.” I could never resist him. I’m not going to lie to myself—I want him.

  “Is that an invite, Savvy?”

  “It’s as close to one as you’re going to get. I haven’t decided whether I hate you or not.”

  Jackson steps into the shower and presses up against me. The dichotomy between his hot body and the cold tile throws my equilibrium off. Maybe it’s just Jackson that throws me off balance. I feel like I have an angel on one shoulder and Dani on the other. The angel is whispering in my ear, telling me to walk away because no good can come of this. Dani, on the other hand, is yelling in my ear, “Fuck yeah! I always knew you would find each other again!” It’s Dani’s week, and I’m throwing caution to the wind.

  “Oh God, Jackson, you are exactly as I remember you—only better.” I rub my hands all over his chest and down his hips, where I reach around and grab his butt. He has the tightest ass ever. All of those years of playing football have given him a hard body. Looking down, I can see that everything about Jackson is hard today. I pondered earlier whether my memory of him made everything bigger and better. He is just as glorious as he was seven years ago. Now to find out if he’s learned anything new over the years.

  “Savvy, I can’t believe I’m here right now. I have dreamed of this for years. I didn’t picture this happening at the Super 8 though. I just imagined holding you in my arms again. You drive me crazy. I’ve never gotten over you. I was stupid and I was wrong and I don’t want you to hate me. I want you to love me.” His lips find their way to my neck.

  “Jackson, you know this is going nowhere right? We live in different states. We’ve both changed.”

  “You haven’t changed, Savvy. You’re still the girl I remember. I broke your heart and I want to mend it. I’m the only one who can.” His kisses trail up the side of my face.

  “I’ve missed you, Jackson. Everything about you. I missed your long legs to your long—”

  Jackson shuts me up with a kiss. His hands are all over my body. He’s become the washcloth and he is doing a fine job of rubbing me down. He works at a slower pace than he did when we were kids. He touches me like he has all the time in the world. As his hands come to my breasts, I hold my breath. I loved it when he played with my nipples. He has this way of tugging and twisting that sends me through the roof. No one else has ever been able to create the same sensation. I swear that he can make me come by simply fondling my girls. That’s what we called them when we were kids. He would come up to me, grab one of my breasts, and say, “How are my girls today?” It seems silly now, but it’s nice to think back and remember the fun times.

  “Savvy, I want to make love to you, but not in the shower. I want our first time back together to last all night, and as much as I love being in here with you, things will start to prune up and I don’t want to go there.” He looks down at his erection and then back up to my face.

  “Let’s get you out of here. We can’t have you shriveling up before you even get started. I only have a few more days here, and I plan to use you as my grief counselor.” I start to laugh at the thought.

  “It’s good to see you joke again. I was beginning to worry about you.” Jackson turns off the water. He reaches down, picks me up by my butt cheeks, and carries me from the bathroom to the bedroom.

  “We have to dry off!” As I’m squirming in his hands, he carries me to the bed and tosses me on top.

  “I’m going to lick you dry. I will suck up every drop of water from your body, and then I am going to bury myself in you. I plan to stay there all day and night.”

  Jackson lives up to his promise. He licks every inch of my body, spending extra time visiting the girls. He moves from the twins down south to the bayou, where my moisture flows freely.

  “God, Savvy, you are so wet and it’s not from the shower. You are driving me crazy. All I want to do is bury myself inside of you.”

  “Then do it, Jackson. I want you in me. I need you in me.” I can’t believe that I’m reduced to begging. I need a release and I need Jackson. “Now, Jackson!”

  “Sorry, Savvy. You’re not getting your way today. I want this to be the best sexual experience of your life. I want to make sure that you will never want another man. I want you to only want me.”

  As soon as he finishes his proclamation, he dives between my legs. I haven’t had someone settle their face between my legs in years. The experience is almost overwhelming. His tongue dips into my opening and slowly slides from there to my swollen clitoris. As soon as he reaches my happy butt
on, I come unglued. He grabs my hips and pins me to the bed.

  “Hold still, Savvy. I want you to feel every last shudder that I am going to draw from your body.” He closes his lips around me and gently sucks and pulls until I am at the pinnacle of my climax. He expertly keeps me there until I want to scream in frustration. The warm tingle starts in my toes and continues to the top of my head. I know my body, and the minute I begin to tense and release my internal muscles, I have taken control of this journey. Holding my breath, I reach for it, and as the rolling waves of my climax wash over me, I call out his name.

  “Oh, Jackson, please! I want you in me,” I plead. There is no better feeling than to be completely full after an explosive orgasm. The walls of your sex are so sensitive and every movement is intensified by the experience.

  I hear the tearing of the foil packet, and I wait in anticipation as Jackson readies himself. I can feel him pressing at my entrance. My heart is racing in anticipation. He pushes into me at a slow and steady pace, filling me with every inch of his glorious cock. It feels like I’ve just gone to heaven. I toss my head back and moan.

  “Savvy, look at me. I want to see your eyes when I make love to you. There is no better feeling in the world than when I’m inside of you. I want to drown in your eyes as I drive into your body.” Jackson picks up the pace.

  I don’t know how he does it, but he drives me to the edge again. I have never had more than one orgasm in a session. Maybe it’s the intensity of his stare, or maybe it’s just because it’s Jackson. His body tenses as he shouts my name. He pumps into me several more times before I feel his body shudder. The smile on his face and the look in his eyes are my undoing. I find my release while staring into his blue eyes.

  Jackson climbs from between my legs. He removes the condom and comes back to lie with me. He pulls me close to his body, where I have always fit perfectly. Even after seven years, he still fits me like a glove. I lie cradled against him and fall asleep.

  “Hey, darlin’, we should get up. It’s after twelve o’clock, and I’m sure you’re hungry. Let’s go to Tookie’s and grab some lunch.” Jackson rubs my belly gently as he wakes me. His hands travel up my body to visit the twins again.

  I stretch like a cat, arching my spine and falling back onto the bed. Finally opening my eyes, I can see that his eyes are full of emotion. I don’t know what he’s feeling. I can see from his expression that, whatever it is, it’s a strong sentiment. I hope it’s not regret. I just can’t deal with something like that today.

  “You look serious, Jackson, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me that you regret what we just did.” I am looking into his eyes for any indication of his mood.

  “Holy shit, Savvy. I just had the most amazing sex of my life and you’re asking if I regret it. The only thing I will ever regret is driving away from you. You said I look serious. I am serious. I’m seriously considering fucking you again, Savvy.”

  “Lunch can wait, Jackson. Make love to me again.” We spend the next hour making love. There’s no rushing. We have nowhere to go. The only place I want to be is right here with this man. In two days, I will have to return to my norm. Until then, I’m going to try to make up for the last seven years.

  “Is there anyone special in your life, Savvy?”

  His question is unexpected. If there were anyone else, I wouldn’t be in bed with him. I wonder if he’s asking me to ease his guilt. I bet he’s got some girl in Phoenix just waiting for him to return. Annoyed at the thought, I push off of him and head to the shower.

  “Savvy, what did I say? I just wanted to know if there was a man in your life. I think, after what we just shared, I have the right to know.” The veins in his neck begin to inflate. That always happens when he’s mad.

  “Jackson, you have no rights when it comes to me. You lost those rights when you left me standing in the rain.” I slam the bathroom door behind me. I am so angry with myself. I let myself get taken in by this man and the only thing that will come of it is heartbreak. I’m such an idiot.

  “Savvy, open the door right now. I’m not leaving until you tell me what just happened. You can’t stay in there all day. We have Dani’s wake to go to tonight. Damn it, Savvy. Open the fucking door!”

  I know Jackson—or at least the old Jackson. If I don’t open that door, he’ll break it down. I slowly unlock and open the bathroom door. Jackson wastes no time in subduing me. He drags me to the bed and pins me down with his body.

  “What the hell, Savvy? We just spent the morning making love and then you turn on me like a rabid dog. What just happened?”

  “Do you actually think if I had someone at home I would lying in your arms today? I’m not my mom, Jackson. I’m offended that you would even think that. Does it make it easier to go back to your girlfriend knowing that I was unfaithful to someone?” I yell.

  “I have no one, Savvy. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m not my father and I know you’re not your mother. I didn’t know how to ask you except to come out and say it.”

  Raising his body, he releases his hold on me only to pull me up against his chest. My head rests on him as he plays with my damp hair.

  “I don’t have a boyfriend, Jackson. I haven’t for a while. I’m sorry. You make me crazy. You always have.” The green-eyed monster lives inside of me and only rears its ugly head when Jackson is around.

  “I’m glad that you don’t have a boyfriend and glad that you still care enough about me to be jealous.” We lie in each other’s arms until the grumble in his stomach is loud enough to be heard in the next room. He swats me playfully on the butt and tells me to get ready.

  Our booth is not available this time, so we sit at a table in the corner. Tookie’s is a small place. It reminds me of the diner in My Cousin Vinnie. The menu says breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The only real selection to choose from is what you drink and the kind of pie you eat. Jackson orders two lunches, and it’s anybody’s guess as to what we’ll get.

  The waitress brings our plates loaded with meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans drenched in butter. There is also a plate of steaming-hot buttermilk biscuits. I dig into those first. There’s nothing better than a Tookie’s biscuit with butter and loads of honey.

  “Shall we drive to Humbles together tonight? I would like to take you. It’s not going to be an easy night for you.” Smiling warmly, he continues. “When we get back to the hotel, I’ll give you all the therapy you need,” Jackson says.

  I am lost in thought. The taste of the biscuits and honey reminds of a time when Dani was living in Colorado. We were feeling a bit homesick and decided to make beignets. She looked up the recipe on the internet. When we put the dough into the oil, everything exploded. I have no idea what she did to that dough, but we were cleaning it off the ceiling for weeks.

  “Where did you go? Are you okay?” His concern is touching.

  “I’m good. I was just thinking about Dani and how bad a cook she was. We had some fun times destroying her kitchen. I never let her in mine because I saw what she did to hers.”

  “It’s good to remember all of the fun times. It’s what you should remember,” he says.

  “The thing is…I don’t have any bad memories of Dani. That’s what probably hurts the most. We always had fun, and I can’t remember a time when we didn’t. The world will be a little dimmer because she’s gone.”

  Jackson reaches out and holds my hand. It’s the sweetest gesture. Seven years have separated us and two days have melded us back together. It’s sure going to be hard to go back to Colorado. The only reason Leesville ever felt like home was because Jackson was in it.

  “You look sad, darlin’. What can I do to help?” He gets up and comes to sit right next to me. I lean my head on his broad shoulder and let him carry the weight of my world for a few minutes.

  “I was just thinking about having to leave in two days and how hard that’s going to be. It was hard enough losing you seven years ago, but to lose you again is just cruel.” I sink my head into his
chest as he curls his arm around me. I cry silent tears that spill onto Jackson’s shirt.

  “Savvy, you’re not losing me. We just found each other again. We’re only a few states away. We can see each other on weekends and vacation together. We’ll make it work.”

  “Who are you trying to fool, Jackson? Long distance never works. Look at Dani and Sterling.” I wish it could work, but I know the realities of this situation. Things go great for the first month or two, and then it fizzles out because you can’t meet each other’s needs. After this morning, I can tell that Jackson’s needs have increased dramatically over the years.

  “Let’s just get through the next two days and we’ll worry about the future later. It’s going to be tough enough for you as it is. We don’t need to pile anything else on. Deal?”

  “Deal. Let’s go by Dani’s house to see if they need anything, okay?”

  Hand in hand, we walk together into Dani’s house. There isn’t anyone around today. Dottie is sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee, balancing a cigarette between two fingers. When did she start smoking? I wonder.

  “Good morning, Mrs. St. Clair. Jackson and I stopped by to see if there was anything you needed.” She looks up to me with a heavy, tired expression. Purple shadows sit like bruises under her eyes.

  “Well look at you two. It’s good to see you back together. Dani would have loved to see this day. Everything is all taken care of, sweetie. You two go and enjoy your day. I’m going to try to take a little nap. Tonight will be a tough one.” Flicking the long ash that hangs precariously from her cigarette into the ashtray, she sighs heavily and asks, “Have you seen Jefferson and Donna around? I just want to make sure that Donna is doing okay.”