by Hawke, Jessa
These second knocks turned out to be an even more special delivery. She opened the door and it was Jon with a big toothy grin from ear to ear. He had picked up Chinese food in those cute white and red take out boxes with the wire handle across the top. She really appreciated his thoughtfulness.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I thought you might be hungry,” Jon answered.
“Well, I am, but you are spoiling me,” she admitted.
“Then I must be doing my job hun,” he said with a sheepish grin
His smile was trouble and she knew it from the start. He was superbly sexy when he smiled - and when he didn’t, and when he was mad, and when he wasn’t. He was just simply irresistible to Cricket.
She was beginning to want it all - every smile, every giggle, every hug, and every kiss. She didn’t want to miss a thing. They made a carpet picnic and watched a football game. Jon loved sports, and he was an active athlete as well.
During the commercials they playfully wrestled with each other. In truth, Jon let her pin him half of the time. He more so enjoyed getting pinned than holding her down. She was a feisty one, and never did seem to pick up on the fact that he was losing on purpose.
To Cricket, this felt like young love - that delicate butterfly wing fluttering in your tummy kind of puppy love. She was hooked on him. They liked spending time together, no matter what they were doing.
Deep down she didn’t want it to end. It felt good and it felt right. She wasn’t even sure she had ever felt quite that way for another human being. She had boyfriends over the years, but not as intense as it felt with Jon.
*****
Jon invited Cricket to join him in trying a trendy cooking class downtown. She obviously said yes. Apparently, people were saying that it was a must-do. They offered new recipes for making sushi and sushi rolls, which to her surprise, were ridiculously hard to make.
Well, the entire concept of raw food was nothing short of being very foreign to Cricket. What she loved to eat most was a medium-well-cooked sirloin steak. There was no way in heck that she was willing to eat raw fish. It just didn’t seem right.
She just wasn’t completely sure how she would break it to Jon yet. She’d have to be gentle, so she didn’t hurt his feelings, but she was not about to put that in her mouth. Yuck!
As they sipped their nice bottle of wine they took in the landscape. The eatery was a floating restaurant over Lake Tanycomo. Cricket was feeling a little more at ease with Jon and the wine was going down smoothly.
“Ok, so a funny story,” Cricket said as she leaned closer to Jon. “When I was in high school, there was a ginormous cattle ranch at the edge of town big enough to cover three counties and an entire lake. It was massive by comparison. So, a few of us girls got invited one Friday night for an impromptu rode of sorts. It was the craziest thing to watch. It was a bunch of drunk cowboys trying to ride young bulls bareback. Who knew what possessed them to do that. Damn, it was funny! One would come out of the shoot, cow hair in hand, holding on for dear life. The look on their faces was more like constipation than determination. It only took seconds before they were flat on their backs, cursing the moon. They probably wouldn’t have done any better sober, beer was their liquid courage. It was too funny though!”
Cricket laughed and laughed. The story was so amusing that Jon laughed with as well. After dinner they decided to take a long walk down to see the river walk. The breeze coming off the lake was cooler than she expected and the night air grew chilly. They moved into the inner circle to warm by the raging fires amidst a spectacular water feature.
A playful awkward kiss ensued as she taught Jon to Texas two-step. She was a bit overwhelmed by the city lights, the live music, the drinks, and being so far away from home and was unsure of her judgement. She thought it was only fair to make him rock back on his heels as well. He looked like a duck out of water trying to count steps.
It was getting late, so they decided to go back to her tiny apartment. Cricket popped the top on a couple of ice cold beers. She was a great hostess when people came over. AS she sat down on the couch beside him, Jon reached out his arm and pulled her in close. Their lips fused and Cricket felt herself melt into his arms. Their kiss began to heat up with passion as their tongues entwined and explored each other’s mouths. Jon’s hands caressed Cricket’s body getting to know her every curve. Cricket loved the feel of Jon’s hands, so strong yet gentle.
Cricket reached her hand down to feel the thick bulge forming in Jon’s pants. She stroked his cock as he moaned slightly, both of them getting more excited by the second. Still locked at the lips, Jon quickly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders, leaving her upper body exposed in a black lace bra. Jon could see Cricket’s nipples forming small peaks behind the lace and this vision drove him crazy with lust. Cricket’s hand never left his crotch, still feeling his manhood through his pants.
Jon guided her to lie down on the couch and brought his head down to her chest. She caressed his tousled hair as he started to kiss her collarbone and then slowly moved his mouth down to her lace covered breasts. As he placed his mouth onto her lacy nipple, he used his teeth to pull her bra down, exposing her breast. Her perky nipple grew even harder with anticipation as he sucked on it, flicking with his tongue. Cricket moaned with pleasure and Jon was pleased with her response. His hand reached up to massage her other breast, pinching and tweaking the nipple.
Cricket was getting wetter by the second and Jon could sense her excitement as she started gyrating her hips, grinding herself against his hungry cock. His lips then began kissing a trail down her belly and stopped at the waist of her jeans. He confidently opened her jeans with one movement and pulled them off of her legs. She put her feet on the couch with her knees bent and breathed deeply as Jon kissed her inner thigh. He would kiss up one thigh toward her hot, dripping folds and then tease her by kissing the other thigh. Cricket was massaging her own breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, waiting eagerly for Jon’s next move.
Jon grabbed onto the waist band of her black lace panties and pulled them off in one motion. He gently pressed Cricket’s inner thighs, guiding them wider, as he lowered his head down to her sex. She could feel his hot breath on her cleanly shaven pussy as he first brought his fingers to her slickened folds. He parted her nether lips with his fingers and ran them along the length of her slit, spreading her sweet juices over her pussy. He flicked and rubbed her clit with his index finger, driving Cricket mad with desire. Jon loved seeing Cricket so turned on, writhing with pleasure and feeling up her own tits.
Jon quickly replaced his fingers with his mouth, running his tongue along her opening and up to her clit. He lapped at her pussy as Cricket pressed Jon’s head firmer into her pussy. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard while flicking and circling his tongue around the engorged bud. He reached a hand up to one of her breasts and squeezed it, flicking her nipple with his thumb to the same rhythm that he flicked her clit with his tongue. This was starting to drive Cricket over the edge as her breath quickened and tension in her sex grew. Unable to control it any longer she let out a shriek, as her body vibrated in a powerful orgasm.
Cricket immediately reached down to Jon’s pants and tore them open. His dick bounced out at attention through his boxers. Cricket reached into his boxers and grasped his hard and hungry dick. To her pleasure, Jon had a massive cock that she knew would fill her up right. She couldn’t wait any longer.
“I need you to fuck me now Jon,” Cricket said breathlessly yet commandingly as she pulled Jon back on top of her.
Jon complied, eagerly guiding the head of his dick to her soaking wet opening. He plunged his manhood deep into her vagina, and Cricket let out a gasp of deep pleasure. His girthy cock stretched her pussy and the tension and pressure sent her juices gushing. They moved in unison and rhythm as Jon pounded his dick in and out. Cricket drove her hips up to meet every thrust of his hips, and before she knew wh
at had happened, Jon flipped over so he was lying down and she was now on top. She straddled onto Jon’s dick as his reached up and held onto her breasts, pinching her nipples as she started to ride his length. Starting to quicken her pace, Cricket started to feel Jon’s dick hardening even more. He moaned her name over and over as they both exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life. They collapsed beside each other on the bed, their gasping breath the only sounds in the room. Branson is not going to be half bad, Cricket thought as she laid her head onto Jon’s strong chest.
THE END
Double Desire
Jen was a high power attorney in the greater Des Moines area. She handled all kinds of cases, and the firm that she worked for was reputed for its excellence. Outside the courthouse, after business for the day had been concluded inside, she struck a pose as a match flared and she lit a cigarette. The day had been one of controlled chaos, like most days in her world. Jen hadn't found it particularly strenuous, though, especially considering it was Monday. The little courthouse at the very heart of Des Moines proper was the epitome of quaint, small town Iowa. Although most cities in Iowa were tiny, Des Moines had grown in recent decades, and it was starting to feel more like a real city. The businesses that surrounded the courthouse—lawyers, bail bondsmen, bounty hunters, police—had all boomed as the boon of added population put more money in everyone's pockets than ever before.
There was some kind of celebration going on at the firm tonight, a dinner that Jen couldn't miss even though there was no way that she could bring herself to lie about having the time. Jen was so swamped with cases that she wondered if raising her hourly rate would even help. She had one of her assistants tally up the estimated amount of days in a row Jen could expect to work if she finished out her case load at the moment without taking any new cases on, and the total number was close to three months—and that assumed that all of the trials were speedy, with no appeals processes or judges deciding to take their sweet time. Jen sighed at the thought of forever being overworked, and thought to herself that she really needed to get laid.
Des Moines was an all right town in Jen’s eyes. She was busy, and as a natural blonde with blue eyes, big breasts and ample curves, her hour glass figure always turned heads. She'd always been a bigger girl, but she wore it really well. She had no idea how much she weighed, but it was enough to make the tub creak when she stepped into it. In another, bigger town she would just be one of the crowd, but in Des Moines she was one of the elite. It was a nice feeling some days, when it became painfully obvious that some of her clients had absolutely nothing in common with her besides citizenship. On the days when she was glad she was like so many of the shady characters that filled the courthouse the feeling of being elite transformed into the simple feeling of loneliness. There really weren't many people in the city for her to relate to. Politically the town was on the verge of ushering in their Governor into another tenure, and it would make him the most elected Governor of all time. At face value the man in office seemed like every other politician, but upon even a cursory inspection there were glaring red flags: a police officer fired for ticketing him, his son getting a ticket for driving drunk and killing someone, persecution of his political opponents using the state as a device for petty revenge. But there wasn't an overwhelming cry of dissent or reforms looming on the horizon. People in Iowa just didn't seem to have the gumption to really care about what was going on around them. There were, of course, exceptions to this rule and Jen liked to think that she and her friends were counted among them, but the vast majority of people in the quiet little town, nestled into the center of the state at the heart of America, didn't want to rock the boat.
Jen reluctantly made her way by cab back to her firm’s office.
“You're late!” Ben said as she walked through the lobby.
People were already drunk and lounging around. This was the way every party or dinner started and Jen wasn't a huge fan. She just didn't think it was fun to day drink instead of getting work done. She especially didn't like to take a night off after doing nothing all day. Jen always wondered how her peers at the firm got away with goofing off seemingly all day every time there was a meeting or some kind of gathering scheduled for that night.
“Oh God,” Ben said as he held his drink a little closer to his chest. “You aren't going to go off on all of us for being day drunk. Not again. Please.”
“Shut up,” Jen said as she walked to her office. “No I'm not going to scold all of you for being idiots again. If it makes you happy to be complete and total morons and waste your time acting like you're still in college then by all means, take multiple days off a month and devote them completely to drinking. What could be the worst thing that could happen?”
Ben followed a short distance behind, all the way to the door of her office.
“So I take it you don't want anything to drink, then,” he said. “No champagne, no beer, no liquor, no nothing.”
Jen sat down at her desk and turned her computer on to check her emails.
“No, Ben,” she said. “I don't want to drink all the time like the rest of you. Sure, I might have a drink every now and again but I'm certainly not going to start drinking during the middle of the week and it'll be a very cold day in hell when I start drinking during business hours.”
“I thought you said you weren't going to scold everyone?” Ben said with a smirk.
Jen liked Ben, even though he could be a huge smart ass. There was something inherently likeable about the lanky, six foot three, man with wiry muscles and black hair that cascaded down about shoulder length in thick curls.
“Ben,” Jen said. “When did you get to be such a smarty pants? Was it today during your seventh or eighth drink? Or was it last night when you went to that electronic dance music concert and did a bunch of hard drugs.”
“I done got so smarty pants when my parents done decided to have me,” Ben said in an accent that parodied what some of the local hillbillies sounded like.
“You sure are a funny guy, Ben,” Jen said. “But I sure would appreciate it if you left me alone for a little bit so I could wrap up the work I did today. I mean, some of us actually went and did their jobs instead of lounging around and getting drunk.”
Ben threw his head back and let out a loud laugh.
“That's cold, Jen! But I hear you. I'll leave you to it. See you at the dinner shortly,” he said before letting the door close in front of him.
*****
The dinner - Jen dreaded going but knew that she had to. Everyone would be shit-faced and trying to hook up. That was the main thing that really threw her off wanting to participate in the culture that the firm manifested, that so many of her coworkers decided to use every mandatory get together as some kind of out in the open, middle of work meat market. It wasn't that Jen would mind getting laid or that she was a prude, it was that she didn't find it prudent to start sexual relationships at work. It just seemed like something that could backfire very easily and she didn't want to have to deal with anyone that might catch feelings on accident. Ben had crossed her mind as a possible interest, but he was one of those people that was still recovering from high school. If she remembered right, Ben had been the homecoming king, or the prom king, a couple of years in a row. Like many people that had been super popular in the small and insignificant world of high school, Ben was still having a really hard time adjusting to the rest of the world's paradigm where he wasn't at all important. In Ben's mind he was a sexy, suave, smooth, hard-working, well educated, and very stylish guy. To Jen though, he was just another person who joined a frat out of high school to try to make college as similar to the experience of his teens as possible. Instead of blooming into a person that he could respect when he woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror, he carried his insecurities everywhere, almost to the point of wearing them on his sleeve.
“Ben, Ben, Ben,” Jen said under her breath as she looked through her emails.
Jen really needed to get laid
and she knew it. She was so busy, though she wasn't sure when the fantasy was going to become reality. She knew that it would someday by how many heads she turned on a daily basis, and that she probably wouldn't have a hard time picking someone up from a bar around closing time; but she really wanted to get into a relationship with someone special. It was just hard to find someone that she really liked when she worked so much. How many hours a week did she work, anyway? She tried to do quick calculations in her head and then remembered why she had become a lawyer—so that she wouldn't have to do math every day for a job. After thinking about it for a little bit she realized that if she guessed it would have to be at least ten hours a day, six days a week, sometimes seven. The bosses were always telling her to take it easy. Maybe she should take it easy, Jen thought; after all she was on salary so it wasn't like busting her ass all the time was making her see any more money.
A knock came at her door.
“Who is it?” Jen asked.
In walked Ben.
“God damn it Ben,” Jen said. “I'm busy. I told you that I'm working and still you insist on bugging me. How old are you any--”
Ben cut her off.
“Did you know that there is going to be a dance tonight?”
“A dance?” Jen said. “You're kidding, right?”
“No, I'm not joking at all,” Ben said. “I guess we are all going to eat downtown and there is going to be a DJ spinning stuff for couples to dance to and the partners want us all to dance together and to get to know each other better.”
