Loaded down with loot, including a new picture frame, organic vanilla body lotion, and a new necklace for me; a woven handbag, turquoise earrings and a loaf of homemade orange cranberry bread for Annie, we head back to her car to deposit our purchases and grab our camp chairs so we can find a good spot and be ready for Turn it Up. My mom has been texting me to meet up, since she and my dad are planning on coming by, too. This means a very real possibility of them meeting Jack. I told Jack this last night when we were making plans for meeting up today, and he didn’t seem hesitant or nervous in the least. If anything, he sounded a little excited. Not your typical guy reaction. I, on the other hand, am a little nervous. Jack and I have said ‘I love you’ and spend as much time together as we can, which a lot of people would call “serious,” so, I suppose now is as good a time as ever for him to meet my parents.
Annie and I set up our chairs before going to grab another beer. By the time we get back to sit down, the previous band is just finishing up their last song. When Turn it Up comes on stage, I get the same excited feeling I have every time I’ve seen Jack play. It’s just so damn cool to see him and the guys up there doing their thing, and it’s an even bigger thrill to see how the crowd responds to them. They are definitely one of the favorites. Since it’s a family-friendly event, they’ve left out their more angsty sounding songs and are keeping light and fun. They sing a lot of crowd-pleasing favorites, and about halfway through, I get a text from my mom, announcing my parents’ arrival. I send her a text giving her our location, and about five minutes later, she and my father approach, carrying their own chairs. Once they’ve given hugs to Annie and me, they sit down to check out the show.
“So, which one’s the guy you’ve been seeing?” my mom asks, with a conspiratorial grin. She likes to bond and be girlfriends with me, which I don’t mind at all. My dad leans in on the other side of her, so he can hear my answer, but doesn’t take his eyes from the stage.
“That’s him, the one singing,” I say, pointing up at Jack, who’s smiling as he sings into the mic, and rocking the hell out of a pair of jeans and a navy t-shirt. He’s cranking out the notes on his guitar, and totally at ease, as always. And oh, how his biceps flex while he plays… oh yeah, my parents are here.
“He’s cuuute,” my mom admires.
“I don’t like the look of him,” my dad growls.
“Dad!”
“Jeff!”
“What?” my dad shrugs and looks back to the stage. Whatever, I totally catch him nodding his head and bouncing his knee to the music a minute later.
When their set is over, the guys thank the crowd and head off the stage. It only takes about twenty minutes or so to pack up and put everything away in their vehicles, and then Jack makes his way through the crowd to where we’re sitting. Introductions go smoothly with handshakes, until my dad decides he wants to “get to know” Jack.
“What do you do?” he wastes no time.
“I play music and I tend bar at The Cedar,” Jack answers, being as blunt and direct with his answers as my dad is with his questions. He’s completely confident and doesn’t waver. I know he cares about impressing my parents, but he’s not going to be intimidated either.
“Do you rent or own?”
“My sister is kind enough to let me stay in her pool house while I save up to buy a house. In return, I help her out by fixing things around her house.”
“Lucky you, and points for being handy.”
“My father’s a contractor, I’ve learned a lot from him,” Jack smiles. “In fact, I hope to buy a house that needs some work. I like the idea of having one I can fix up.” My dad looks pleased, yet disappointed that he can’t seem to find anything to lean into Jack about.
“How many ex-wives? Any illegitimate children?”
“Wow Dad, really? No tact whatsoever.” I shake my head and roll my eyes.
“Never been married, and no,” Jack replies, unfazed. He has his hands in his pockets and seems to be happy to let my dad bring it.
“You do drugs?”
“Oh! Hell of a question coming from a pot head!” I intervene.
“Only on the weekends. Let him answer,” my dad probes.
“Did pot a handful of times in high school, but nothing since,” Jack answers. I should’ve warned him.
“Are you quite done being a douche?” I ask my father as I cast my glance skyward at the darkening clouds above, willing some of them to open up and smite him.
“Yeah, I’m good,” my dad says to all of our relief. Just then the breeze picks up, making me shiver. Jack notices, and pulls me towards him so he can rub my bare arms. I like how he’s being appropriate, but not afraid to show affection in front of my parents. My mom’s eyes go soft at the sight, and one of my dad’s eyebrows goes up seemingly impressed.
After a couple of beers, my dad has decided Jack’s okay, and the next band is close to the end of their set when we feel the first sprinkle of rain. Just a drop here and there for about thirty seconds and then it just dumps. Rain is coming down in pellets as Annie and I quickly fold up our chairs. My parents scurry to grab theirs as well and give us a quick ‘good-bye’ as they take off to wherever they parked. Jack, Annie and I run to her car to throw the chairs in her trunk and she and I give a quick hug before she hops in to drive off. Jack and I head to his truck, which is parked in a lot four blocks down. Water continues to fall from the sky, and both our clothes and hair are soaked through by the time we hop in the truck.
“Wanna just head to my place?” Jack asks as he puts the key in the ignition and turns the engine over.
“We can just find something on TV,” he offers.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” I say, just as there is a crack of thunder. It makes me jump and smile at the same time. I love storms for the very purpose of getting cozy on the couch, and I can’t wait to do that with Jack. He cranks the heater in the cab, and we head toward his part of town. On the way, I call Annie and ask if she can swing by my place to feed Penny, and she agrees. In fifteen minutes, we pull up in the driveway of his sister’s grand house, and hustle thought the downpour, which has become torrential. We make it into Jack’s house and kick off our shoes at the door, both of us soaking wet. I walk over to the kitchenette and wring my hair out over the sink.
“Come on, let’s find some towels and dry clothes,” he says, leading the way back to his bedroom. In Jack’s bedroom, a soft blue glow is coming in through the curtains. I go over to the window, look out and see that the rain is still coming down over the night-lit pool.
“Give me a sec, I’ll find a shirt for you to put on,” Jack says, heading to his dresser.
“Yes, that’d be nice,” I say, shivering, yet already feeling relief at the thought of putting on something dry. And then I look over at him, and see him reaching behind his neck, yanking his own wet t-shirt over his head. I’m now frozen where I stand, realizing that I’ve never seen him without a shirt before. Every muscle is nicely defined, from his abs, to his chest, to his biceps. His tattoos, some of which I haven’t seen before, are now fully on display. He pulls open a drawer and starts looking through it. In the dark room with the blue glow from the window on his light skin, he looks almost ethereal, his tattoos and the lines of his muscles stand out in contrast. I’m staring at him with an interest that isn’t strictly sexual. I’m in awe. He’s beautiful and he’s well, bare. It’s like when he removed his shirt, he took away a layer of armor, showing me more of him. I catch his eye, and he stops digging through the drawer. He slowly straightens up staring back at me, his hair still damp and hanging partly in his eyes.
“Are you checking me out?” he asks, with a flirty smile.
“Yeah… I am,” I say, not trying to hide it. I don’t want to act casual and avert my eyes. I want to keep looking at him. I’m feeling a little bashful at being caught, but I don’t take my eyes away.
“I’m more than okay with that,” he says, moving away from the dresser in slow but deliberate steps, so that
he and I are not necessarily closer, but so that we’re right in front of each other. “Would it be okay…” he says, and it looks like he’s trying to tread carefully, “If I did the same?” His eyes are dark as he stares at me, his words taking a second to sink in. I feel my blood rushing though my entire body, giving me that combined feeling of excitement and fright. But there’s something else added to the mix this time; a need. I feel an urgency to be close to him. To be skin on skin. I finally nod, not taking my eyes off him. I cross my arms over each other and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it off over my head. I stand in front of him, my hair still wet, clad in my light blue lacy bra, goosebumps breaking out over my skin. I’ve never stripped in front of a guy before. In all of my encounters, I always did my best to hide myself for fear of the guy not liking what he saw and changing his mind. I’m so nervous standing here in front of Jack without my top, but it’s a different kind of nervous. There’s anticipation intertwined with it, and I find myself unafraid because I already know he loves the inside of me. I stay where I am, frozen to the spot, holding my shirt at my side, just looking at him. He slowly starts stepping closer to me, making me feel like I’m on the part of a rollercoaster when it’s making that slow, suspenseful climb.
Jack
You know how I told you Mayzie and I would both know when the moment is right? We’re here. I feel it. The way she’s looking at me, I see it too. It’s in her eyes. There’s a desire, a want, that’s reaching inside my chest and squeezing hard. As we stand here, several feet apart, some kind of switch has been flipped, and even though we’re not touching, our bodies are sending all of this energy to each other in powerful waves that I can feel radiating all around us. And while I want our bodies to rush toward each other, coming together like two magnets, I want this to last. I want this moment to go on for as long as it can…
Mayzie
“You’re killing me with the way you’re looking at me,” he says.
“Why?” I whisper, as he stops walking, leaving only a foot between us.
“I want you to do more.”
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
“Will you touch me?”
Butterflies explode in my chest at the thought of where this could be going. Still not taking my eyes off of his, I reach out and put my hands on his toned stomach, tracing my hands over the muscles, as he lets out a sigh and closes his eyes, like he’s been waiting forever to feel my touch. When he opens them again, his eyes return to my body.
“Can I see more?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. My heartrate picks up even more as I reach behind me and undo my bra, then slowly pull it off my shoulders. “My God,” he says, his eyes roaming over all of the skin I’ve just revealed. I go back to touching him, running my hands up his chest. Both of us begin to breathe deeper and faster, and before I know it, he’s completely closing any space left between us, taking my face in his hands and crushing his mouth down on mine. It’s fierce, it’s urgent, it’s perfect. It makes my heart drop through my stomach, and I feel like we’ve been consumed by a giant wave. My hands continue to roam his body, and after a few moments, he breaks the kiss to move his mouth down my neck while his hands travel down the sides of my body, gripping my hips. One of them comes back up to cup my breast, which fits perfectly in his hand, swiping his thumb across it a few times, and then his arms are around me. He lifts me up in an embrace, and walks us the few feet over to the bed where he sits me down. He continues to kiss and caress me everywhere that he can. I lean back on my hands as his lips run across my neck, over my collarbone, down the side of my shoulder and back again. He’s leaning forward, his hands on either side of mine on the mattress. When he latches his mouth to the spot on my neck right below my jaw, I let out an involuntary moan. He puts his weight on one hand, while reaching for the clasp of my jeans, undoing the button. I lie back and arch up so that he can pull them down and off me, leaving me in nothing but my navy satin bikinis. Warm excitement is flowing to every tender part of me. This is happening, and I want it to. He climbs on top of me, giving me his weight but trying not to crush me. My arms go around his neck as we begin kissing again, staying like this for several minutes. I’m basking in this beautiful moment and it’s driving me crazy at the same time. I’d be completely on board if he just ravaged me right now, but he’s being so sweet with me, and since this is treatment I haven’t gotten before, I’m letting myself enjoy every second.
After a while, he shifts his weight to one arm and reaches for the fly on his own jeans while still planting tender kisses on my lips. I hear the button pop, followed by the sound of the zipper and I almost lose my mind when he starts working them down his hips, taking his boxer briefs with them. He reaches over to open the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed, pulling out a condom. He lays it on the bed beside us, and then slides his arm behind my back, sliding and turning me so that my head is on the pillows. He buries his face in my neck while his hand travels down my stomach, all the way down under my panties. He brings his lips to mine again and I whimper into his mouth as he begins to rub my clit with a pressure that sends ripples through my body. I tilt my head back and moan, and he lets out a hard exhale at the sound. Hardly thinking, I reach down between us and wrap my hand around him, wanting to make him feel as good as he is making me feel. A rush courses through me when I find how thick he is. He drops his head to my shoulder as I begin to stroke him.
“Mayzie…” he brings his lips to hover just over mine, “…do you want this?”
“Yes,” I say nodding. I’ve never wanted something so bad.
Jack
I’ve never been with somebody in this way before. I’ve never taken my time, not like this, and I’m enjoying every single minute of it, just as much as I hope she is. This is our first time together and I want her to know that she’s safe with me. That she’s cherished. I’m seeing parts of her I’ve never seen, and touching parts I’ve never touched. Just feeling her bare skin pressed against mine like this is ecstasy to me, making me just want to get closer. I hook my thumbs in her underwear, and slowly pull them down and off her. I settle myself between her legs, which seem to cradle my hips. This couldn’t be any more perfect. I reach for the condom before tearing it open and rolling it on. And then, I take a moment to just look down into her eyes, which are reflecting the pale blue light of the pool outside.
Mayzie
Eyes on mine, Jack starts to slowly push inside me. The initial contact makes us both gasp. He goes in farther, just a little at a time. He’s filling me up so good, and the stretch is almost too good to take. He’s being so careful as he goes deeper, and once he can go no further, he holds us there, giving us both a moment to adjust, before he finally starts rocking into me. I’m immediately swept away by the pleasure and the passion that are colliding between us. We both seem to let go, finding the perfect tempo together and letting each other’s noises and movements guide us. Jack has his weight on one elbow, while his other hand alternates between caressing my thigh and lacing his fingers through mine, holding my hand beside my head. It’s as if he’s letting me know we’re on this intense ride together.
Jack
I’m completely buried in Mayzie, in every way. She’s tight and warm wrapped around my cock, her hand is in my hair, and holy shit, the sounds that are coming out of her. They urge me to let go, taking us both somewhere we’ve never been. I lean into her, giving it to her a little harder and I’m rewarded by her squeezing my hips with her thighs, tilting up to take me deeper. There is so much give and take between us, getting more powerful by the second, threatening to make me lose control. It’s like we’re two forces coming together to make an explosion, leaving nothing in its wake.
Mayzie
I’m moaning so loud, and I don’t even care. It just feels so good I can’t help it, and I’m not just feeling unbelievable pleasure between my legs; it’s spreading throughout my entire body and carrying my mind away to float amongst the stars. As he starts to thrust harder
, it intensifies the feeling, making it downright euphoric. I can see his jaw flexing as I rock with him, meeting his thrusts with my hips. The groaning noises he’s making take me higher and I toss my head back, griping his bicep. I’m close, I’m right there. “Oh my God, Jack,” I say, my cries getting more desperate, spurring him to go deeper and harder.
“I’m so close baby, are you close?” he asks breathlessly, pulling his face back to look at me, not breaking our rhythm.
“Mmm-hmm,” I answer into his mouth after I pull him back down to kiss me. And then we both explode, holding each other close in a whirlwind of moans and heavy breathing. I arch off the bed and throw my arm around his neck like I’m holding on for dear life as a monumental orgasm rolls through me, that seems to go on and on. Jack is grunting into my neck as he brings us down with a few more slow but deep thrusts.
“God, baby,” he says in a shaky exhale as our bodies still pulse together, our chests heaving against each other. My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it. Once the raging sea has settled back to gentle waves, he rolls us, pulling me on top of him, managing to keep us connected. He holds my hair out of my face so he can give me a few good kisses before letting me go so I can lay with my cheek against his chest. His arms come around me, one hand going into my hair. “I never knew it could feel like that,” he says, once we get our breathing under control.
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