Just Jack: Everything laid bare

by K. L. Shandwick

  I smiled because I was enjoying the view and when her eyes met mine, I couldn’t hold back from commenting.

  “Ah, are you enjoying yourself down there?”

  Billie grabbed her breast and squeezed it tightly still trying to get herself off.

  “So are you still watching or are you going to get down and dirty with me.”

  My dick was semi interested again and I really wanted to taste her so I crawled to the floor and in between her legs.

  “Sorry I’m a gentleman, just a little out of practice,” I said.

  I grabbed her legs and opened them further so I could stare at her swollen pussy, mesmerised by the way her finger was still moving back and forth on her clitoris.

  “You’re forgiven,” she said.

  I dipped my head and nudged her hand out of the way with my nose. A gasp of pleasure escaped her chest when my tongue stroked her wet seam.

  “Oh, God, yeah, do that,” she commanded.

  I’d lifted my head to look at her and she had a sexy frustrated look on her face that registered in my brain, then my dick a millisecond later. I teased her slowly and enjoyed how her arse bucked and squirmed in my hands until I was fucking her with my tongue. What started out as, “Oh yeah…do that,” quickly became, “Oh fuck, that is sooooo good. Damn! You’re so fucking good at this.” Eventually the vocals became one continuous scream and I knew there and then, despite all my time away, I hadn’t lost my touch.

  Billie rolled over and reached for her little black handbag. She began rifling through it until she produced a red and silver foil packet.

  “Here,” she said, throwing it at me in a hurried gesture.

  Without another word, I ripped the pack with my teeth, took out the condom and quickly rolled it down my dick. Having a barrier down there felt very weird after all that time and for the first time that night, I hesitated about being with another girl when Rosie was the one I wanted. I had to make myself remember that she didn’t want me anymore so I had nothing to lose. Billie looked at me and grinned when I grabbed her by her legs and yanked her closer up my thighs so that my dick was at her entrance.

  “All right Jack let’s find out what you have in the sack.”

  Chapter 20 ~ Early shift

  I was conscious someone was watching me, my eyes darted open and I stretched out on the floor to see Michelle leaning over me trying to reach Billie. She grabbed her shoulder and began shaking her awake.

  “Billie, come on, you’re going to be late for your shift,” she called in an urgent tone.

  Billie groaned, rolled over and pulled the single duvet up around her chin. I’d huddled closer glad I’d grabbed the cover from the spare room for us at some point in the night.

  “Fuck off, Michelle, I’m not moving. I can’t move. Jack here had a steep learning curve that jolted his memory and broke his vow of celibacy last night. Once he got going there was no stopping him. I’m sore, call me in sick and it’s still dark so it must be stupid o’clock.”

  Michelle gave out an evil chuckle and towered over the top of us, she then tried to pull the duvet away but I grabbed it. I clutched it tightly just before she exposed my dick. Giving her an angry glare in the dark room because she was disrupting my recovery time, I mumbled to Billie that she should go home with her friend because I was exhausted.

  Billie and I had given each other quite a work out and I was tempted to say I’d fucked myself sober, but that would be a lie because I still felt dizzy when I eventually lay down. Both of us demonstrated our stamina thanks to our yoga lessons but it was a fun sloppy session and without going into the details, I think it was safe to say that we both really enjoyed ourselves.

  “Billie what did you say to me before we went out last night? ‘Don’t let me stay out. Don’t let me get hung up on some guy to the point where I miss my shift. I really can’t miss this, no matter what I say drag me the fuck home because I really need to go to work tomorrow’.”

  Wandering around me to get to Billie she crouched down and suddenly flung the duvet away from her body, smacking her arse hard. Billie jumped to her feet and shoved Michelle backwards on to the couch.

  “Fuck! All right, all right, give me a minute. I’m coming.”

  Standing naked in the dark with her hand on her head, I could see that Billie was still half asleep and confused, trying to pull herself together.

  I chuckled at her annoyance and frustration, it was the same frustrated tone I’d heard when I’d found her masturbating. I rolled over on the floor and stretched out again before I turned my head in Michelle’s direction.

  “You may have to hang around a while she said she was coming a lot to me last night as well.”

  Billie’s posture relaxed and she laughed then swiped her skirt off the floor and waved it in front of her before stepping into it, pulling it over her hips and fastening it. Straightening up she flicked her hair behind her shoulders and picked up her top, turning it the right way out.

  “Yeah at least I could say give me a minute Jack,” she chided back.

  Smiling sheepishly I knew Billie was referring to the two minute blow she gave me. Although I’d have to give myself some credit, six months without sex and being drunk, one night was still all it took to get my mojo back.

  Three minutes later Billie knelt down beside me and gave me what I can only describe as a tongue flossing. Her tongue swept my teeth from top to bottom before she tried to wedge it at the back of my throat. When she eventually pulled away I was breathless. She stood grinning above me while under the duvet my morning wood could probably have withstood a category five hurricane.

  “Thanks for an epic night, Jack. It was awesome. Take care.”

  With that, Michelle turned and left the room followed by Billie. Neither of them looked back. Dave came into the living room when he heard the door to his apartment close and climbed onto the sofa pulling the duvet off of me as he went passed. I sat up in the semi-darkness with only the light from the hallway and shivered when the cold air hit me.

  “Nice girls, eh? Did you get Billie’s number?”

  Sitting naked, I rubbed my arms to get warm.

  “Not looking to get into anything, Dave, that was just a bit of fun last night, she felt the same, I think. My head’s not on straight, it’s Rosie that’s in here.” I said tapping my temple.

  “Fuck it’s freezing. Give me that back,” I said trying to grab the duvet, but Dave held on tightly yawned and snuggled himself further into the duvet.

  “Nope you need to go home and get some work done before you leave for the festival in a couple of days. I have to get up for work in ten minutes. You can have the shower first.”

  He was right. I should have been doing research and I still had to speak with Lily about Rick Fars and her own band, not to mention Alfie’s band, Crakt Soundzz. I wasn’t sure I had the energy for any of it and even though I’d been home only a day or two, I was already worn out. Lily was in California the previous night so I knew that if I got home then, she’d be just finishing her day and I could probably catch her before she went to bed. I did as Dave suggested and went home.

  As soon as I pushed my apartment door closed I headed over to my desk, fired up my laptop, and then walked to the fridge. I grabbed some bagels and cream cheese before heading back and began my Skype call to Lily. When the call connected it was Alfie’s face that lit up the screen.

  “Ouch! That’s assault seeing that ugly face this time in the morning. I don’t know how Lily does it every day. The girl deserves a medal for waking up to you all the time.”

  Alfie smirked and gave me a lopsided grin before lying back on the bed looking relaxed and naked from the waist up. I wasn’t that keen on tattoos, except maybe Lily’s, but his looked right on his body.

  “Tell me you’ve got boxers on at least, I’m not having a naked conversation with you. I’d have to write about it. Lily’s a saint I tell you, having to look at your ugly face and body,” I added.

  Alfie was pr
obably one of the best looking guys in the world. Not my opinion but those of the polls done regularly worldwide by the gossip magazines, but it did him good to get some shit at times.

  “Anyone ever tell you that jealously is a curse, Jack? You’d love to be me. Pity you can’t play the guitar and sing, ‘cause you’re almost hot enough to be in my band. I seem to remember that you did have some groupie skills though.” Alfie sniggered at the memory of my antics during Rick’s after party. I was never going to live that down.

  “Where is my little hottie? Put her on, I’m fed up looking at your ugly mug I want to speak to my girl.”

  “My woman is in the shower in my favourite state, naked, wet and all mine! You need to start getting your head around that, Jack,” Alfie goaded, bringing his face closer to the screen as he grinned devilishly at me.

  Lily’s voice interrupted our conversation.

  “What did I tell you two about playing nicely when I’m not in the room?”

  Lily perched herself on the bed beside Alfie dressed in a bathrobe, her hair was hidden by a towel turban. Smiling widely, she pulled the laptop away from Alfie and wandered over to the chair leaving Alfie sitting naked on the bed behind her.

  “She’s mine now, Alfie.” I called out to annoy him and Lily smirked at the screen.

  “Stop it, Jack.”

  Alfie threw two fingers up at me in the distance and I couldn’t help but reply again.

  “Oh, very grown up, Alfie. Put those fingers away and get some boxers on, I don’t want to see your todger while I’m talking to my lovely friend here.”

  Lily was giggling and turned to look at Alfie then back at the screen with wide eyes.

  “Oh god, can you see him behind me?”

  “Indeed and he’s fucking traumatising me here.”

  Lily giggled again and Alfie got off the bed and wandered right up to the screen still naked.

  “Good. Have a good look at what a man looks like, Jack. Best get down to the doctors’ office to see what they can do for you. I hear they have all sorts of solutions for guys like you these days.”

  I couldn’t help but chuckle at him at that point. It was just banter between us now, but at one time I’d really wound him up about Lily and I was determined not to do that anymore. Especially now that I understood how it must have felt for him to have me constantly making suggestive comments to her. A little remark here or there was okay but I knew where to stop.

  Alfie wandered out of the shot and I could hear him laughing while Lily shook her head looking mortified that Alfie had shaken his dick at me like that.

  “Boys. Stop it!”

  Alfie wandered back with some jeans on that time and was in the process of pulling a t-shirt over his head.

  “I’m off along the corridor to talk with Andy for a while. When you two get together you forget I’m in the room anyway.”

  Lily shrugged her shoulders but nodded in agreement. I didn’t say anything, not wanting to encourage her, so I waited in silence for Alfie to leave the room. When the door closed Lily turned back to the screen.

  “So…did you take my advice about Rosie?”

  Lily had a bee in her bonnet and it was all she wanted to talk about since I had come back.

  “No, but I saw her anyway.”

  Lily looked worried, “And?”

  “I bumped into her at Bar45 and oh yeah, talking about bumps, she’s pregnant.”

  “You talked about that? What did she say?”

  “You knew?” I stared wide-eyed at the screen that she hadn’t thought to mention it to me.

  Lily looked shocked by her slip and I’d instantly became annoyed that she knew and hadn’t said anything to me, but there was no point in getting in a state about it. The situation wasn’t Lily’s fault either.

  “We’re done. Rosie’s with someone else and she’s having a baby.”

  Lily seemed to struggle for a minute then pulled the towel off of her head and leaned in.

  “Rosie told you she’s with someone else?”

  “She didn’t have to, I went into Bar45 and she was sitting waiting for him. She seemed to accept everything he said to me and they pretty much told me to back off. What is there to talk about anyway? I think it’s pretty final that she’s moved on, Lily. Stop trying to play matchmaker. It sucks. I had my chance and I blew it. Pity it took going to a mountain in Spain to realise I’d already had what I wanted and it was too late. I keep thinking maybe I should have come back after a couple of weeks and spoken to her. Maybe she wouldn’t have met him at that point. Maybe I could have salvaged our relationship.”

  “Oh my God, Jack. You really love her don’t you?”

  Lily’s exclamation reminded me that she didn’t know and that I hadn’t discussed some of the thoughts and feelings I’d had during my time away.

  She sighed wearily and spoke in a concerned tone, “I’m coming over to see you. I have Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off this week. Where will you be?”

  Excitement flooded my veins, but it was quickly replaced by disappointment when I’d remembered I was working and I wouldn’t be around to spend time with her.

  “I’m covering the festival, Lily. I’ll be working all weekend and apart from that it’s ridiculous to fly for ten hours to arrive sometime on Wednesday then spend one whole day here on Thursday and fly back on Friday.”

  “What’s ridiculous is my friend is hurting and I can’t be there. I’m coming. When do you have to leave for the festival?”

  “Don’t. I’m going on Thursday and I’m staying at the Hilton in Leeds with Rick and the rest of the guys. I have a job to do, sweetheart, and the boss expects results. I’ve been off gallivanting in Spain for so long I need to re-establish myself there.”

  “I’ll call Rick. He told me last week that he’s flying into London on Wednesday night. I’ll catch a ride over with him.”

  No matter what I’d said Lily wasn’t going to be put off and it had been a long time since we’d seen each other. Six months and four days to be precise, but I didn’t want to see her at all if she was only coming over to talk about Rosie. There was no point in talking about her anymore. No matter how I’d felt, it was too late and I had nothing else to say on the subject. Our call lasted another hour while Lily filled me in on all the music deals and plans she knew about.

  Alfie came back and told me he needed some time alone with ‘his woman’ making a point of emphasising that she was his. To be honest, I was grateful that he let me speak to her at all given that their time together was pretty precious. I thanked him for being a mate and letting us catch up properly before hanging up.

  Chapter 21 ~ Detour

  Productive and informative would be the best way to describe the rest of my day after talking to Lily. She’d given me a head start on everything that was current and I did some research to fill in the blanks. By about four that afternoon I was ready for my assignment, so I switched off my computer and slid my office chair back. I was starving and in need of some comfort food. I grabbed my jacket and keys and headed down to the basement car park.

  Slipping behind the wheel of my car, I headed out to my parent’s place on the outskirts of London. By the time I’d got there I was ready to see them. The sound of my parent’s gravel driveway was one of the main things I remembered as a child, and as soon as it crunched under my tires my mum threw the front door open and came rushing out to meet me.

  “Jack! Oh, Jack. It’s great to see you. You look wonderful, darling.” She exclaimed as she flung her arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. The familiar smell and touch brought me instant comfort.

  Five hours and two meals later my parents and I were relaxing in their drawing room and I filled them in on almost every part of my journey of self-discovery. My mum asked me if I had heard from Rosie and I told them that she had found someone else. I didn’t discuss my own feelings about that because I knew my parents missed her too; they’d loved Rosie.

  Sometimes I used to feel like t
hey were too involved in my business, but as I matured I’ve realised their worries were born out of love and not the need to control me. I had long since accepted their need for information about me.

  It was getting late and they were pressing me to stay the night, but I had to get home. I had put a call into Rick Fars’ PA and was waiting for him to get back to me at five the following morning.

  As I was driving home I found myself taking a detour past Rosie’s place and saw that her light was still on. Rosie’s first floor apartment had floor to ceiling picture windows and she never bothered to close the curtains. I could see her clearly as she sat in a chair near her open window, her legs curled underneath her as she read a book. I cut the car engine and sat across the street to watch her.

  Sitting motionless, she looked deep in concentration and my heart ached for her. I really wanted to tell her how I felt, but it would be wrong of me to do that now she was finally happy. A sudden wave of emotion caused a huge lump to form in my throat that almost choked me and I swallowed it back down. I was once the man in her life but I wasn’t anymore.

  Angry feelings began to bubble up from the depths of my stomach and I found myself incredibly jealous of the guy who got to hold my Rosie in his arms. She should have been mine. After a while I turned the engine back on, wallowing wasn’t going to change anything. I glanced up at her one last time then headed home.

  I’d like to say I slept that night but I didn’t. When my grandfather died, I had the same kind of feeling in my heart as I did about Rosie. It was like my heart had constricted but my brain hadn’t told it to expand again and I needed something to release the pressure. I was mourning my loss and although I had accepted she was no longer mine, I knew I would never be the same without her. I’d just have to figure out a different kind of normal in my life.

  In the morning, Rick Fars’ Personal Assistant called me right on time and asked me to meet him at the hotel at five the following evening. There were a few things Rick wanted to talk to me about before the festival, as an exclusive for me, and he also wanted to catch up with me and Lily. She’d spoken to him about tagging along and he was apparently excited to see her. Not as excited as me, I’d bet.