BOMAW 7-9

by Mercedes Keyes

  Holding hands, Jake and Vivian strolled down the dusty road towards Shanna's new place, Shawn and Dennis drove by, Shawn tooting the horn at them, he slowed leaning out the window, "Boy! Mom say, don't start nothin' you don't want interrupted." He winked at Jake, laughed, blew a kiss at Vivian and sped off with Dennis cracking up beside him. Vivian smiled, shaking her head, Jake exhaled cutting a glance at her. "See what I have to put up with?"

  "Aaah, my heart bleeds for you, Jacob Patrick."

  "Look atcha - no better than the rest of'em. I've been a good boy, haven't I?" He lowered his voice, enticing and sexy. "They treat me so bad, and here I thought - well - you were for me - but alas - it seems I am ever to be the fall guy."

  Vivian was laughing at him, shaking her head. "Poor lil'ol' Jacob Patrick, everyone misunderstands you - don't they?" She asked in sympathetic exaggeration.

  They were at Shanna's, Jake still holding her hand, leading her up the newly built deck steps. "It's true, no one does understand me, not like you." He opened the door, his moves graceful, careful, seductive. Vivian was not fooled. He was oozing with lust and hope. His eyes sparkling and shining from the wicked things on his mind.

  "Don't even be looking at me like that." Vivian started off trying to warn him, but the fact was, her heart was thumping and bumping in her chest from the pure knowledge of what he could do if given a space of time and a good spot. His bedroom - she gulped.

  "Looking at you, like what?" He asked in a low, husky voice. A throb began. Just like that, like flipping a switch, he had her tingling and he hadn't even touched her - yet. But she knew him, her body knew him; that - part of her body, knew all too well. Because her brain was telling it, 'Remember, remember, remember?!' And in answer back, she felt herself flood, thank goodness for panty shields, because hers would be wet, the shield, soak it up time! 'Oh Gert! Come now - somebody come right now! Don't wait!' The problem was, she was randy. She'd held out for a hell of a long time, and everything in her was singing to be sated. Needing to be touched. No matter what the right thing to do was, she was in trouble. She knew she shouldn't have, but she looked down his long body to his crotch area. YEP!

  'SOMEBODYYYYYY - OH, SH-I-I-I-IT!' Her inner mind screamed. She gulped, "Now Jake - come on now - let's just - do what we came to do."

  "Oooh, yeah - that's what I'm talkin' about."

  "Nooo, Jake, I'm talking about your stuff... puttin' your stuff away."

  "That's what I'm talkin' about, too... puttin' my stuff away ... any suggestions - where?" He asked.

  That damned voice of his. The look in his eyes, that absolutely amazing hard-on! She snatched her eyes up from it, to look at him. He was grinning at her, leading her further and further down the short hallway to his room. Vivian gulped.

  "You've never really seen me - before - have you, Vivian?" He asked low and husky.

  "No." She squeaked out in a tiny voice, her throat was clogged.

  "Do you wanna... see me? Get an idea - of - what you're be dealing with? Hm?" He asked, pulling her into his room and closing the door, he turned and put his back to it, pulling her against him. Reaching down with his left hand, he locked it.

  Vivian heard it click, the sound went off like a rocket blast. She pushed herself away from him, moving fast to the center of his room. Turning away from him to look at it. Surprised at how big it was. Then giggled as she realized the double meaning of her thoughts towards more than his room. She felt dizzy and breathless, swallowing she needed to talk. "You need plants! It will bring some color - and - life into the room."

  "You bring color, and - life into this room." He stated silkily, moving up behind her. He didn't touch her, but moved close enough for her to feel his heat. It came off of him like a radiator opened full blast.

  "It's been a while, hasn't it? I mean... we've been together... but - not really - together ... not really. Not like - that night - at the club - remember - the broom closet. Remember?"

  Vivian moved away again, her vision became hazy, the room started to blur. Her body was clamoring, begging, please - please - just this once. She felt the throbbing increase, she was over-soaking her shield, she didn't want to, but she had to shift her thighs and squeeze, her nether area was swelling and growing hot. She needed to say something, but she couldn't think, not while he was there behind her. Not while her body was on the verge of mutiny. There they were, in his bedroom... a bed... right there ... a bed. He'd locked the door. He was hard... she saw it, growing down his leg. Her heart started banging. She whimpered.

  "Vivian." He called her name. He was no longer behind her. She swallowed and turned.

  He was stretched across the bed, on his side, propped up with his head on his palm.

  'Oh, mama! Oh, mamaaaa - look at him! Sweet Jesus... ohhhh - somebodyyyy - oh, my - ummm! Coochie - leave me alone, don't do me like that! Stop it now, we can't!' Another whimper slipped out.

  "Come here, Vivian... come here."

  She was biting into her bottom lip.

  "You don't have to do that, let me."

  "Jake - please... we can't. They all know we're here. They'll know."

  "They're not expecting us to do anything right away. Come lay down here beside me, just let me touch you. I know you need me to, I can tell. I can see the look in your eyes. I can see the way you're squirming. You wet?"

  Vivian sucked in, covering her mouth with both hands.

  "Yea-a-ah, you are. Why the hell you wear jeans? From now on, you with me - skirts and dresses... you hear me?"

  Vivian gulped and nodded. She felt faint, traumatized.

  "Come here."

  "Nooo, Jake. I can't... your mom."

  "Don't make me come and get you."

  "Oh, my god... Jake."

  "Look at me... you see how I am? You know how uncomfortable I am right now? Hm?" He asked, still low, still sexy - oozing it from every pore of his being. His hips gyrated forward, "Come here... I want you to touch me - I want you to see it ... come on ... don't be scared ... this is one snake - I swear it doesn't bite... but I sure as hell do. Come here, Vivian - that's a girl... don't be scared... that's it ... sit right there." Jake reached over and took her hand, "Touch me - explore a little bit - see what you can find."

  Shaking, scared, feeling sinful, wicked and in a trance, Vivian let him guide her hand to him. Laid her hand, palm down, on his rigid, hard length.

  "Ohhh, yeah - touch me - please, Vivian." He laid back, putting both hands behind his head, closing his eyes. Unable to help herself, Vivian boldly touched him. Her hand closing over the length of him. She felt even dizzier, breathless and stunned.

  "Take it out. I'll get even harder if you take it out."

  She followed his directions, undoing his belt, unfastening the snap on his jeans, and then the zipper. Moving the panels aside, she moved his shirt up and out of the way, her eyes on his skin that she was exposing. Hair, down his belly, tan colored, growing thicker as it disappeared into his briefs. He lifted his hips so she could loosen his pants and push them down a bit. His skin was beautiful, a kind of creamy white that was already heading towards a tan.

  "Now, carefully, reach in there and pull me out."

  Vivian moved closer to him. Jake pulled a hand from under his head, putting it at her back, stroking it, encouraging her on. He was breathing deep, anticipating. Her slender fingers went in under his briefs, through the thick thatch of hair, reaching in to feel the base of him. Her heart went into a mad pounding, her ears popping. Her adrenaline was sending the blood through her veins with such a rush, she could feel it. Her temples at the sides of her head, pounding with the pulses from her blood rushing. He lifted his hips again, her fingertips felt the velvety silk of his skin that encased what felt like a large, warm, rubber pipe. Because of his length, he had to lift his hips and push his jeans down his hips, there was no way of pulling all of him free otherwise, without hurting him, he was too long for that.

  Vivian was gasping by the time she pulled every inch of him fr
ee. He'd been pliable enough to bend a bit, but now - he grew very erect, long, thick and hard as hell. The head of him was as large as the rest, base and all.

  "Oh, my god!"

  "Jake, is fine dear." He joked. "No need to call me god."

  "Tsk." She sucked on her teeth, making a face at his quip. She looked from his overly abundant phallus, to his face. He reached up, grabbed her by the back of her head, hair included, and pulled her down and opened his mouth to hers, his tongue entering, while his other hand, joined hers' in moving along his length. Vivian was overwhelmed. She was scared to death. There was no way she was going to be able to take all of him into her body. As badly as she wanted him, he was not going to fit. Not all of him. No way. Laek Chan was no where near this size or length. Yet, there were certain positions with him, that made her squeal in discomfort. She wondered how long Jake was? If he wasn't 12 inches... he was damn close. This was the kind of length that sent some women in for a hysterectomy. This was the kind of length that could do serious harm if used to abuse. He rolled her to her back, rubbing himself against her. Working his hands into her pants.

  She turned her head away, breaking the kiss. "Jake... stop... wait." She whimpered.

  He stopped, breathing hard. She was on her back now. Looking up at him. She was scared. He could see it.

  "What's wrong?" He asked, very tenderly. She pulled her hand from him. "I..." She started, but didn't know where to go, she was so confused, unsure of herself with him. "Does it scare you?" He asked her right out. Vivian gulped, and then nodded. "I'll never hurt you. I would never use it - in a way to hurt you. I swear - I swear to you, I never will. You believe me?"

  Staring up into his eyes, Vivian exhaled and nodded, then answered, "Yes... I believe you."

  He leaned down, kissed the tip of her nose, went lower and kissed her mouth, very softly. Leaning away from her, he laid on his back and put himself back in order. Seeing the look in her eyes, hearing her whimper to stop, dropped him back. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable, one step at a time he decided. Adjusting himself, he zipped up, snapped closed and buckled himself back in.

  "I'm sorry, Jake."

  "Don't apologize. I needed to know. You needed to know. Now we both know. Don't we?"

  "I've turned you off." She stated, feeling hurt by her own actions.

  "No, you didn't - I turned you off." He returned sitting up.

  "I..." Vivian was stuck again. She was sitting up as well now, she didn't know what to say. He stood from the bed, then leaned down with hands on either side of her hips. "Hey - it's okay... really. Let's get this stuff put away. We've got time, right?"

  She nodded, smiling.

  "Gimme a kiss." He ordered.

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tilting her head, she kissed him. With their foreheads leaning together following the kiss, he relieved her by saying, "Besides, had we gone any further, mom might have come knocking." He laughed, so did Vivian.

  Following the laughter, she came to a conclusion, "Jake ... Monday ... will you - take me home?" She asked, standing from the bed, to start arranging his room.

  He glanced her way, she wasn't looking at him, but in a box, pulling things from it. "I'd already planned to." He informed her.

  She glanced shyly up at him. "Good ... I want you to."

  The words, softly spoken, were filled with promise. Jake smiled softly, "Okay... then it's settled, I will."

  She nodded and began unpacking his things. She and Gert had loaded a lot of his stuff from his room, and brought it over, leaving it at Shanna's. He walked over to the other side of the bed, pulling a guitar from a box.

  "Can you play that?" Vivian asked.

  "Yep... it's been a while, but I use to love to play."

  "Play something while I sort your stuff." She invited him.

  "What do you wanna hear?" He requested, sitting in the green chair that sat in the corner of the room on the far side of the bed.

  "Whatever you know."

  He nodded, strumming his fingers over the strings of the guitar, thinking, then started picking at a few cords, trying to remember the musical arrangement of one of the songs that he knew. Vivian stopped, stood and stared at him. So surprised, that his picking was starting to make sense. Then a song came of the play, one that she recognized. He stopped, giving his head a nod to concentrate, and began playing again, from the beginning, -Jim Croce's-, "Time In A Bottle" In a deep resonating voice, that gave her chill bumps, he sang and looked up into her eyes as he added his own connotation to each verse. Vivian's eyes filled with tears, she grew breathless and sat on the bed totally spellbound.

  If I could save time in a bottle,

  The first thing that I'd like to do

  Is to save every day till eternity passes away,

  Just to spend them with you

  If I could make days last for - ev - ver,

  If words could make wishes come true

  I'd save every day like a treasure and then,

  Again, I would spend them with you

  But there never seems to be enough time,

  To do the things you want to do

  Once you find them

  I've looked around enough to know,

  You're the one I want to go

  Through time with.

  If I had a box just for wishes,

  And dreams that had never come true

  The box would be empty,

  Except for the memory

  Of how they were answered - by-y-y yo-o-ou.

  But there never seems to be enough time,

  To do the things you want to do

  Once you find them

  I've looked around enough to know,

  that you're the one - I want - to go - Through - time - with...

  He looked down away from her, finishing off the last cords, strumming softly to finish the arrangement and back up at her again. He smiled, seeing the look on her face, the tears in her eyes, her delicate, slender fingers over her mouth, total disbelief on her face. "You know, I've only sang, to my mother and Shanna. I sang for Kathy Ann once, and she laughed at me. Called me a pussy." He grinned, and lifted the guitar away and sat it on the floor by the bed. "Now, for you ... you like that song?" He asked softly.

  She nodded, speechless.

  "I do, too. Now, more than ever."

  Vivian pulled her fingers from her lips, laying them against her chest, "Me, too." She agreed softly.

  They sat, staring at each other for seconds, many moments, before Vivian said something she might regret later, but now, she felt it, and said it, "I love you."

  "You sure about that?" He asked.

  She nodded, didn't care if it was a dumb move to say it so soon, she felt it, in every fiber of her being, so said it. "Yes, very sure."

  "And it has nothing to do, with me being white?"

  She stared at him, unable to answer right away, then thought, she'd be honest. "I don't know. I don't think so. You're not, the first - white guy, to hit on me. There's been a couple at the bank. I wasn't attracted to them, and one is a serious looker." She smiled. "There's something about - you - that - grips me - here."

  Jake sat a moment, staring at her. He knew that was no doubt true, there were bound to be many others after her, better off than him, financially. "I don't make the kind of money you do." He said softly, and added, "In fact, I'd wager I don't make half of what you do. Can you live with that?"

  "Can you live with me bringing in more than you?" She asked in return.

  "How would that be? It depends on the type of job you got here, when time comes towards that end."

  "Job here?" Vivian asked. "I - have a job."

  "It's in Chicago." Jake pointed out.

  "I know - because I live in Chicago."

  "You think I'm going to live in Chicago?"

  "Why not?"

  "I live here - in Wisconsin. My family is here."

  "I live in Chicago, my family is there."

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nbsp; Jake shot to his feet, "I'm the man, you live where I make our home!"

  Vivian shot to her feet, "I make more money, so I should keep my job!"

  Jake threw his hands in the air, waving his arms, "HERE WE GO! I JUST KNEW IT! I THINK WE BROKE A RECORD! TIME'S UP! LET THE ARGUMENTS RECOMMENCE! I'M NOT LIVING IN CHI - CA - GO!!! YOU ARE NOT - SUPPORTING ME!!! THE HELL IF YOU'LL BE HOLDING THAT OVER MY HEAD!!!"

  "WHY IS IT THAT THE WOMAN HAS TO BE THE ONE TO GIVE UP HER JOB!?? HAS TO BE THE ONE TO MOVE!? WHAT YOU DO - YOU CAN GET A JOB AND DO ANYWHERE!!"

  "WELL, THE SAME CAN BE SAID ABOUT YOU!!! YOU SO GODDAMN SMART - YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO PICK UP A BANK JOB ANYWHERE! INCLUDING HERE!!"

  "YOU THINK THEY'RE GOING TO PAY ME HERE? WHAT THEY PAY ME THERE? I DON'T THINK SO!!!"

  "FRANKLY, LIL' GIRL - I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! I'M THE MAN - WHAT I MAKE WILL SUPPORT US - OR - ELSE!!!"

  Vivian's eyes narrowed, she crossed her arms, dropped her hip, and the head did a rotation, "Or - else - what?" She asked, daring him to say it.

  Jake's head bobbed, he'd tripped himself up, stammering, stuttering, "Or - or - else - like - like I - said ... what."

  "And - what is that?!"

  "You know what!"

  "No! Tell me! Clarify it for me! Last thing you and I need, is a misunderstanding! Or - else - what!?" She asked again.

  "That's for, me to know! And you, to figure out!"

  "Oh, yeah?! Lemme explain somethin' to you, sugga'dumplin' honey chile - you must have me mistaken fo' Agatha Christie or some, goddamn body! I don't do mysteries! I ain't tryin' to figure out shit! My time is precious! So I'm just gone go for door number one! See, I don't need no rock to fall out the sky on top of my head - been there, done the stupid shit already, ain't about to repeat it - no, sir! Lemme see - or ELSE - we're through?! Hm? Or ELSE - it's over?! That your 'or else'!?..."