Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  Jennifer

  I rush home, unable to keep my heart from racing and my breathing quickening. My panties are soaking wet and I can’t get into my house fast enough. I close my door and slam my back against it. I tear off my clothes and start touching myself like a starved woman. I crave every moment of what Jason has to offer, even if I only enjoy it in my mind and with my hands inside my home. I can’t believe I just rushed home to masturbate to think about a college boy that’s friends with my son that’s his age!

  I can’t keep my hands off myself, squeezing my tits and moaning, thinking about him fucking me. It’s so wrong, he’s my son’s best friend. But I want him, I want him so fucking badly and I can’t resist touching myself thinking about it.

  I thought I might be worn out from last night, but I’m not. I’m aching to touch myself. I think about how I wish Jason knew how wet I am right now, and the wickedness of the thought sends and erotic thrill through me.

  My hands stop touching the rest of my body because I need to focus on my pussy.

  I press my finger against my G-spot and hold it there, feeling that sweet electricity pooling in my muscles to sate the ache inside me that Jason created. My other hand is busy with my clit, and a tidal wave of ecstasy already looms large on the horizon of my mind. It’s coming for me, and it’s going to pull me down into the depths of pleasure. I didn’t know that I could come so intensely after how I kept myself up last night.

  I press my legs together as that wave crashes against me, pleasure hitting me so fiercely that I throw my head back so fast against the door that I almost fall backward.

  Hissing through my gritted teeth, it feels as if I’ve just stepped on a live electric wire. My muscles are twitching hard, and I can even feel my eyes rolling in their orbits.

  I’m breathing so hard it’s almost a miracle I haven’t passed out, but I’m still conscious—at least for the time being.

  I have never come so hard in my life. My legs are shaking and I’m shivering. I’m not cold. My whole body feels like it is on fire. I just have never felt such a rush of cum shoot from my body, or so intensely. I mean, I’ve flirted with boys, before I married Tom. I mean Jason is a man now…but I can’t believe what just happened.

  I also can’t believe that I barely feel satisfied even though I just had the most incredible orgasm of my life. I want more.

  I want so much more.

  The worst part is that I know…I want Jason more than anything. How can I be so attracted to him?

  If I’m being honest, I know it is because part of me is exhilarated by being noticed. Jason finds me attractive. He told me. He hit on me. I know he wanted me, like wanted to fuck me.

  Even though he’d just been fucking that young girl, he wanted me. Jason noticed that I needed company.

  Fuck, this is all so screwed up but I can’t seem to feel truly guilty. I really want what I want…and what’s so wrong with me being satisfied?

  Of course I’m greedy and horny right now. I’d never want to hurt my son, Daniel. Fucking his best friends would probably hurt him very much. Carla has always been friendly toward me. I can’t think about fucking her son.

  It is all so wrong. I want to stop thinking it all.

  So why do I run my fingers down my sticky thighs, scoop up the cum, and lick it off my fingers with nothing but a smile?

  I can’t believe how wicked I feel right now, and how much I like it.

  I should stop, but I can’t make myself.

  Jennifer

  “Hey, Jenny,” Carla says as she comes through the back door.

  I’m outside in the pool, trying to stop myself from being indoors. If I’m inside then I’ll keep masturbating, and I need to stop constantly touching myself thinking about my son’s best friend. I’m trying to relax, and I was wondering if Jason had passed on my message about coming to see her two days ago.

  “Jason told me that you came to see me,” Carla says, answering my unspoken question. “Sorry, but the last couple of days at the hospital have been crazy. I haven’t had the chance to come around or even spend any time with Jason.”

  I nod, all of a sudden thinking that Jason probably loved it and invited Bethany to come over. He hasn’t even attempted to try and come over since he got me hot and bothered and sent me on a masturbation cruise. I never had desires like this when I was married to Tom.

  “Hey, did I say something wrong?” she quizzes as she sits on the edge of the pool.

  “Sorry, I was just distracted. I came round to talk about…You know. I suppose maybe I’m just feeling lonely. Or down. Or maybe a bit of both?”

  I shrug as I try and figure out what’s going on inside my head. I realize that I wanted to talk to her about it, but the more I think about it, I can’t figure out what’s going on inside my head let alone talk to her about it. I don’t know myself what to do.

  “Okay, take it easy. I have about twenty minutes until I need to get back to the hospital. I’m all yours until then!”

  She moves her shades above her head as if to give me her undivided attention as she crosses her legs and sits on the tiles.

  I shake my head. “No. Let me get out. You’re sitting in the sun. Besides I wanted a bit of a tan, not to completely roast my body.”

  She laughs as I get out.

  “Jennifer, you’re so lucky. You’ve everything in the right place, and we’ve both had one child.”

  “Yes, but I’m a good few years younger than you.”

  She sighs. “I suppose that’s the beauty of having your kids early. You still get to be young and enjoy life.”

  As I wrap my towel around me. I laugh, “Yesterday I felt like a naughty school girl just buying this bikini. I’ve always gone for one piece swimsuits.”

  “Oh no, but you have a lovely figure, Jenny, why would you do that?”

  She’s the only one that calls me Jenny. It makes me feel as if she’s a true friend. The only one that I have near home, then again even out away from home I don’t have any.

  “Because I had a husband that never wanted to touch me and I just thought that I disgusted him or something…that’s why.” She whispers as she looks around as if anyone can hear her, “You mean up until they found the body you never knew that he was gay?”

  I sigh as my mind flashes back to the first time I knew that something was up with our marriage and we both sit down under the umbrella. Without the sun beating on us and in the shade I felt more relaxed to talk about exactly how I felt about Tom.

  “I caught him once. I can’t believe that I’m saying it out loud. I told myself that if I ever did then it would be true and I didn’t want it to be true.”

  She’s looking at me eagerly to get to the point. I know that I’m talking in riddles, but it’s one of many things that I don’t like to talk about. Especially now that Tom’s dead, it almost feels as if I’m speaking badly about him, because I know that he’s not around to defend himself.

  “I went grocery shopping one day and came home, and I saw him looking at gay porn. But it started before then. I knew. Or at least had a feeling, but for some crazy reason, until I saw the porn, I never wanted to admit to myself that there was something wrong with our marriage. I always thought that it was just me.”

  She smiles and takes my hand.

  “You’re too beautiful to feel that way about yourself. I wish that I didn’t have to work and then we could go out. Maybe getting out there and feeling like a woman again.”

  I laugh. “Our marriage was arranged. I married Tom because our parents thought that we would be a good match. The only time we’d had sex was on our honeymoon. That’s why we only had one kid. Daniel.”

  She tilts her head to the side. “And you never knew he was gay until you saw the porn?”

  I confess, “I knew. I just didn’t want to admit it, and like everything in my life, I just swept it under the carpet.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I say, “Well, I thought that I was staying with
Tom because he was a good dad and I didn’t want Daniel growing up without a dad.”

  Shoot! I think about Carla being a single mom, and I don’t want her to think that I’m insulting her. Before I get a chance to speak, she says, “I know what you mean. It’s really hard work.”

  “Anyway, it was only after Tom died and I started clearing out his things that I started looking at his photos. You know the ones that he kept on his phone. In his wallet and even some that he kept in the study and you know what I discovered?”

  She moves closer to me as curiosity gets the better of her.

  “That they were of him and sometimes of his friends. But none of them were of me. I expected that, but none were of him and Daniel. Not one.”

  “Oh.”

  I tell her what’s been going through my mind. The real reason that I’ve been feeling restless.

  “I could deal with him being into men and put up with this marriage because I thought that he was a good dad. Seeing the reality of the situation hit me. I saw that he wasn’t a good dad. I just stayed in this marriage for my selfish reasons. To have a home. Not to be alone, but in reality, I was just unhappy.”

  Her eyes dart to her phone, I know that she probably has to go to work.

  “Damn! I need to go, and there’s so much more to say. Look one night, I’ll try and get one night off, or I can send Jason to keep you company,” she says as she wraps her arms around me trying to give me a friendly hug.

  “No. I’m fine. I’m just here thinking too much. That’s what happens with an idle mind.”

  She nods her head, but then hesitates probably confused about my reaction when she suggested Jason comes over.

  That’s when I hear his voice.

  “Did I hear someone mention my name?” Jason comes round the back. Did he see Carla come behind there or something? The guy just doesn’t seem to be able to take no for an answer. I’m friends with his mother. He’s friends with my son. He needs to keep away. And he’s wearing some briefs that are leaving nothing to the imagination about the muscles that I’ve already seen are underneath.

  “No. Your mom was just leaving.”

  Carla darts me a look. “Sorry, I thought that you could do with company. Jason, maybe you should come back another time when Daniel’s home.”

  I shake my head thinking that I'm selfish. Maybe I'm too hasty, and I’ve obviously made Carla feel uncomfortable with my outbursts.

  “I'm just silly. It’s not an issue. Maybe you’re right, and I do need the company.”

  Jason kisses Carla on the cheek. “Mom, don't worry, I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

  His mom smiles at me, but then waves a finger at him. A warning. Something that I would do with Daniel. Something to say that he should behave. I give her a reassuring smile as Jason comes near me. He’s so damn close as that he doesn’t even wait to check to see if Carla’s gone. Instead, he growls as I stand and hold my towel so damn tight that I’m nearly sweating.

  “Are you going to sit there and hug your towel all afternoon or are you going to join me in the pool?”

  He doesn't wait for a response before he jumps into the pool. I wish that I could go inside and get one of the many swimsuits that I used to wear when I was married to Tom. I’d bought the bikini because of the way that Jason made me feel that day. Or maybe subconsciously, I’d bought it because I wanted him to see me in it?

  Jason

  Holy fuck!

  “Jennifer, come over here and keep me company!”

  I'm playing with her; I only came to dip in the pool. I have so much work that I need to be getting on with this summer. I didn’t tell Mom about my grades. They weren’t that great considering it was my first year in college. I should be studying, the coach talked to a few of the professors about my lack of ‘academic achievement’ and they gave me some work to do over the summer. The coach said that I should aim for an hour per day. I’ve only been back two days, and so far all I’ve done is spy over the wall to see if Jennifer’s in the pool or anywhere outside of her house, so that I could have an excuse to come and see her. The moment I saw her climb into the pool I took up the opportunity to come over. I tried to find my skimpiest briefs, but I didn’t expect Mom to be here. I thought that she was going straight to work. I wasn’t listening as she called out because I was on a fucking mission and it started and ended with our neighbor, Jennifer.

  “Jason, don’t you have any friends that you could be hanging around with?”

  I do, but I don’t want to be anywhere but with her. I bet she’s been begging for me ever since she came over to the house. She may be playing hard to get, but she’s not fooling anyone. Most of all not me. I know that she wants to strip and give me a little taste of what she has under that towel. I’ve never seen her in a bikini. She always used to go in the pool in a one piece swimsuit. Part of me wonders if I’m the reason for the change in swimwear.

  “Yes, but don’t you want my company?”

  She hesitates as she replies with her voice trembling, “I could do with you putting some lotion on me. The sun’s burning my skin; it’s pretty hot today.”

  Damn right!

  I know that she wants me here and I’m not backing down today. I’m not taking no for an answer. I’ll give her time, I have the whole fucking summer, but I know that once Daniel comes home, we won’t have the same opportunity as we do at the moment. This is the best time for us to get started and once we do, she won’t regret it.

  “Are you sure that you want me to put lotion on you?”

  She nods her head and has the towel wrapped around her body as if it’s a second skin.

  I jump out of the pool like a jack-in-the-box. I don’t think of anything clever to say, not like I tried to do the last time we were alone. We’re alone, so I’m going to tell her how I feel. She’ll know that it’s not a game that I’m playing, but I’m serious about her.

  She hands me a towel that’s next to her, and I start drying my body, slowly paying attention to the one place that she has her eye fixed on at the moment. I’ve been thinking about when she came to the house. Jennifer saw Bethany leaving and then I was hitting on Jennifer. She probably just thinks that I go around seducing anyone with a pussy, but it’s not like that with her. I want Jennifer to know that I’m here for a reason and it’s not just to get it on with her.

  “It’s as if I’ve wanted to get close to you forever and now I’m here. I don’t know what to do about it.”

  Fuck!

  I never say how I feel about anyone or anything. I’m the cocky one. The guy that just says something to get exactly what he wants, emotions and confessions are never part of the equation.

  I don’t stop there as I wrap the towel around my waist and bend down to her so that I’m talking to her at eye level.

  “You always had this sadness about you. I noticed that when you came to the house, well you look different. The sadness has gone, and you’ve come out of your shell.” She whispers, “How?” “You have a natural beauty, but you used to have your hair tied back in this French braid and wear so much makeup. I never understood why, but now Tom’s dead I think that I’m starting to understand why.”

  She smiles as she avoids eye contact. “I used to think that if I made myself attractive then maybe he would touch me. That’s all I ever wanted, for him to touch me and make me feel like a woman.”

  I shake my head, “You’re too beautiful to think anything else. You’re one of the most beautiful women that I know. Sophisticated. Full of grace…”

  She chuckles. “I never knew that you were a poet. Jason you don’t have to say these things to make me feel better. All you need to do is rub lotion on me.”

  I nod my head, but Jennifer’s a distraction, one that I can’t get out of my mind. I couldn’t back when her husband was around, but now she’s dressing younger. Acting her age and not like some old woman desperate to please her gay husband.

  “The sun’s burning up my skin. If you don’t mind?”
r />   She’s holding the bottle and standing up in her bikini as she drops the towel on the chair. No longer is she acting shy, but it’s as if she wants us to go to the next level. She’s giving me an open invitation. I’m so fucking nervous as I stand up and get closer to her. This is why I came here, but there’s one thing wanting something and then being handed it on a plate that makes me feel slightly nervous about the barrier that I’m about to cross with Jennifer. She has lust written all over her face, and her stringy tight bikini leaves nothing to the imagination as she turns around and I start applying the lotion. I find myself staring at her back rather than squeezing the contents into my hand.

  Fuck! She’s so damn sexy, I feel like bending her over and taking her right now. I drop the bottle on to the chair and then start getting to work. I take a deep breath, but I’m frozen. It’s as if for the first time in my life I’ve turned into a chicken.

  “Is everything okay back there?”

  She tilts her head to the side, and I want to tell her that I have a hard-on that’s dying to take her right now. But, I find myself just nodding my head like a chump. I’m fucking speechless as I start rubbing my hand and applying most of the lotion to my own hands, I’m fucking scared to touch her. I know that once I do, I won’t be able to stop. I take a deep breath as I lift up one arm and then gently rub the lotion up and down her arm. I’m gently massaging her, and soft murmurs escape her mouth. She’s getting as turned on as I am at the moment and I haven’t started working on the rest of her body. I start on her back with tiny circular motions. I throw the towel around my waist on the chair as I feel like a master at work.

  There’s something sexy about massaging her that’s turning me on in a different way. I’m the kind of guy that normally fucks. I’ve never massaged a girl, I’ve never been asked, it’s always been about getting my cock in and just coming. With Jennifer, it’s different. As I start to get to her ass, I expect her to tell me to stop. To tell me that I’m going down too low.