by Hawke, Jessa
Jen didn't know what to say. She'd never gone through anything like brain damage. It seemed like such a strange thing to think that someone, even in this day in age with all the medical advancements, crack their head on something and lose part of their life.
“What did you do?” Jen asked quietly. “When you realized that you'd never realize your dreams as an astronaut.”
Seth was silent for a second.
“You know,” he said. “For a long time I didn't know what to do. I would just drink and drink and drink. Then I started to regain some of my brain's power and realized I was wasting away at the bar. Sure, the government was happy to give me a nice pension since I'd literally had my head slammed against a wall for no reason whatsoever during training, and that was pretty much complete bullshit. But I didn't sue, although I should have. I probably could have gotten a lot of money. But the craziest thing happened. All of a sudden I could draw. It was like I traded being good at math for having the ability to draw well. I mean really well. And I'd never been able to draw before that. Ever.”
Jen was shocked. She'd never known any of this before. For a second she wondered if he wasn't making it all up, but then she knew that he wasn't by the look in his eyes. It was a wistful look people get when they think back about the past and how things slipped through their fingers. They always seem like they are about to jump back through some kind of magic door and tackle the past, maybe try to integrate back into something that they long left behind. Seth wasn't lying. He was telling a hard truth about how life wasn't fair no matter how much you wanted it to be fair. And how it wasn't ever going to be fair. That was something Jen could understand.
“I had something kind of the same happen,” Jen said. “Not with the whole being smart and then turning into an amazing artist. So maybe it isn't that much the same at all. But what I'm talking about is when I thought I was going to get to meet my real father and it turned out to be somehow asshole who was just lonely and wanted to talk to someone on the internet. I can tell by the look on your face that you didn't expect something that crazy, and I agree! I didn't either! But that's how it went. Turned out the guy that I had been talking to for the past few months was really just some dude that didn't have a job or anyone close to him. So he just hung out on the internet and talked to people. I guess a lot of people do that. You know how it is in small towns. Des Moines is just big enough that you don't feel like there is no one else around, but there are some towns in this state where there are literally maybe fifty people and that's it.”
Seth nodded.
“I know what you mean,” he said. “But go on. So what happened?”
“So I show up at this cafe expecting to see my dad, right? I had a good idea what he looked like from old photos. But when I show up there is some person, some older man, too old. This guy was really, really old. I sat and talked to him awhile. He said that he was sorry and that if he could he'd go back and do it all over and never lie to me or lead me on. But then he just kept going on and on about how lonely he was and how after his wife had died he didn't have anyone to talk to and he really just needed a friend. After a while it just got kind of sad. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was when I got up to leave he started crying, he begged me to stay. But I just couldn't. There was no way that I could stay and just hang out with him for the sake of it.”
“Man,” Seth said. “That is a pretty crazy thing to have happen. At least you have a good humor about it, it seems like, anyway.”
Jen agreed. They sat in silence for a little bit, then Seth's hand slipped over to rest on her thigh. She pretended not to notice at first, but then slowly slid forward on the couch so that her legs splayed open a little bit, inviting him to slide his hand down into her jeans. First Seth undid the top button, then unzipped the zipper. He was so smooth and calm about everything, like this wasn't a big deal at all, like this was something that happened every day for him. And maybe it did, as far as Jen knew. She didn't really care if it did. It was just nice to be close to someone else, to feel them by her and to know that they wanted her as much as she wanted them. It was a good feeling to feel his hand slip down her jeans and his fingers make their way to her clit. She loved how he little played with it, making her buck and writhe with pleasure.
Jen didn't know how far she wanted to go, though. That was what she had been secretly afraid of all along. Because she did want Seth, and she wanted him badly. But she wanted it on her own terms. She didn't want to have to wait and see what he was going to do to know if she wanted it or not. Could it be that easy just to tell him that? Maybe. But there was no way to know if he was just going to give up in exasperation. It always seemed like guys wanted to just fuck and get it over with, almost. Jen didn't want to just fuck Seth though, she wanted to feel him all over and take him into her mouth. She wanted to rub her hand along his cock and feel him thrust toward her. There was so much she wanted to do.
It had never dawned on her before that she was a dominant person in the bedroom. It wasn't something she had really thought about, and honestly had that much experience with. She had had her fair share of sex, but sex didn't mean progress if all she was doing was letting her boy toy of the moment fuck her however he wanted. She wanted to start really taking control of the situation in a way that was far more than just letting things happen to her. She hoped Seth would understand.
“Listen, Seth,” she said.
Seth stopped what he was doing. She knew that he was afraid she was going to say it was a bad idea.
“I'm not going to say this is a bad idea,” she laughed. “But what I am going to say is this: I want to be in control of what happens, not you. I don't want you to think that this means I don't want to fuck you or anything like that. Because I do. That's why I'm here. I just want to do it my way, though. It isn't like you won't be getting laid, you will be. It'll just be the way I choose. How does that sound?”
Seth's eyes lit up.
“That sounds great,” Seth said. “I know that you want me, just like you know that I want you. But I can feel some hesitance when I touch you. I get that I can be a little bit intimidating, but really, please know that I'm willing to go as slow as you want, and if you want to take charge then that's fine with me.”
Jen smiled big. She stood up and stripped off her clothes. Seth's eyes locked onto her naked body. It was good to be wanted, but it was going to be even better to be in charge.
“So, this is what I want you to do,” Jen said. “I want you to strip, then go sit on a chair in your kitchen, one of the wooden ones. Then I want you to grab on to the back of the seat of the chair with your hands and not move them.”
Seth did as he was told, his rock hard erection jutting out in front of him. Jen took a gander at his big cock and realized that he was very hung. It was going to be nice to get to fuck a hung boy for a change, she thought to herself, because there were just so many that didn't really have what it took down there to be effective. But not Seth, he had a big cock, and since it appeared he wasn't shy anymore. This was good news for both of them, Jen knew, because she was about to fuck his brains out.
Seth sat on the chair and his cock throbbed in the air in front of him.
“You dirty little boy,” Jen said. “Look at you being all kinky for me. You know you're going to get your dick wet and all of a sudden you aren't such a rebel anymore, all of a sudden you do what your told when you're told and you love every second of it. Weird how that works, isn't it you dirty little pervert?”
Seth smiled and nodded. It was clear that this wasn't his first time being a submissive, and that he liked it, but didn't take it too seriously. She was glad that he could keep a good humor about it considering she was about to fuck him. She backed up to him, thrusting her cunt backward with a sharply curved back, right toward his face. She reached back around her legs and grabbed onto his cock, stroking it up and down a few times before slowly lowering herself onto it. At first, she could only work the head in, and that was with some
effort. She had to grab his thick tool and stroke the head of the head of the shaft against her cunt while it got wetter and wetter.
“Seth, you dirty little fucker,” she said. “I can't wait to bounce on your big fucking cock. Look at you. Look at the smile on your face. You can't wait for me to get to fucking you, now can you? You dirty little fucking slut. What the fuck do you keep looking at me like that for, you little bitch. Look at the floor!”
Jen didn't know why it felt so good to talk to him that way but it did. It made her pussy so wet she wasn't sure that she was going to know what to do with it anymore. She slowly lowered herself onto it and started bouncing. Seth let out a moan. He loved how it felt when she fucked him. She could tell by how he moaned and how he moved his body. She'd known the whole time how much he wanted her pussy. Maybe he was just as dirty of a boy as he was a bad boy. She hoped so, because she was going to have him do all kinds of things for her and to her and he had better be up for all of them or she was going to tan his hide with a belt. She kept bouncing on his cock, trying to slam down harder and harder on his throbbing member. It felt great to just let go and fuck him has hard as she wanted. For his part Seth did a good job of holding onto the chair and letting her ride him inverted.
“I'm getting close,” Seth said. “Sorry I'm not lasting very long right now. You have to realize that I never expected this to happen like this so it's a little hard for me to mentally be in the place to last a long time.”
“You better not fucking come, do you hear me?” Jen said. “If you fucking come I'm going to spank you until you cry for your mother. Did you hear me you dirty little fucker? You'd better not fucking come until I let you!”
Seth was having a hard time not letting loose, so Jen reached back and made a circle with her thumb and fingers around his balls, and slowly pulled them away from his body. Not far enough to hurt him or anything like that, but just far enough that she knew that she would help him from blowing his load too early.
“Do you like it when I play with your cock and make you last longer? Do you like it?” she said.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Seth said. “You're so fucking hot. Oh my God you are so fucking hot. Please don't stop fucking me. Oh my God I can't believe how good the sex is. Jesus fucking Christ you are a fucking great lay. And the whole being dominant thing, Jesus it's a turn on.”
“You shut the fuck up!” She nearly screamed. “Only answer the questions I ask you, do you understand now, dirty boy? Do you understand what I want from you? Because I'm not your fucking mother. I'm not going to ask you nicely again. The next time you decide that you want to fuck around like that I'm going to beat your fucking ass. I'm going to take a belt and slap your ass with it until you can't sit for a week. And you know what? You're going to beg me to do it. I'm literally going to make you beg me to tan your fucking ass for being such a little fucker. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Seth panted. “I understand.”
But Jen could feel his balls tightening and knew that it wouldn't be long until he came. She tried to think of what else she could do to make him last longer. She could switch positions to give him a little bit of a break, but she didn't want to do that. She wanted him to man and up and just hold his body accountable. She didn't want to switch simply because it wasn't what she wanted to do. She wanted to keep bouncing on his big dick as long as she wanted to. She decided that she would punish him for coming, but she didn't know how yet. As much as she wanted to beat his ass with a belt it seemed like something that he might not be so into when he actually started to get his ass slapped, and she didn't want to have to talk him into doing anything that he didn't want to do.
“Oh, baby!” Seth said. “Oh my fucking God! Oh baby! I can't believe how fucking good your pussy feels! Jesus fucking Christ your fucking cunt feels so fucking good! I wish you'd just let up for a little bit so we could enjoy this longer!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Jen said.
She could feel his cock tighten in her pussy as she slammed up and down on it, and she knew that he was about to spurt his hot spunk in her pussy. She hoped that he would fill her up, because that was what she'd really wanted lately, a big cock to fill up her pussy with its spunk. And that's exactly what happened. His cock started to pulse and spurt his semen into her cunt. She stopped bouncing and ground down on his hard as steel cock, loving every second of it. She just couldn't get enough of his fucking dick, it felt so fucking good.
“You little bastard,” Jen said. “How dare you come in my pussy without permission! Lay down on the coffee table, now!”
Seth got up and did as he was told, and without wasting anytime Jen was grinding her cunt on his face. She knew that he'd be able to taste his own spunk, that was the whole reason. It turned her on so much, and she could tell it was turning on Seth as well. She figured that such a bad boy would be sexually experienced enough to be able to appreciate a new experience. She honestly didn't really know where it had all come from, but as she was brought to orgasm with Seth's mouth it didn't really matter to her where it had all been stored up, the need to dominate someone until they were nothing more than just a fuck toy for her to use. It wasn't the first time, but it wasn't ever something that was planned, it was always something that seemed to come out of nowhere, as if she'd been hiding it deep within herself.
After they were finished and cleaned up she pecked Seth on the cheek, told him by, and left for home.
When Jen got home she thought back on the encounter. It had felt good to make Seth do whatever she wanted. It would be something fun to tell her girlfriends and she was sure that it would be something fun for Seth to tell his guy friends. Although it would probably seem strange to some of them that a woman would act that way, it made sense to her. In the rest of her life she was always so prim and proper. She was always the girl who did the right thing, who waited the right amount of dates to fuck, who didn't let anyone talk dirty to her and always refused to send nudes to guys no matter how much they hounded her for them. But sometimes it was nice to just let go and tell a guy to do exactly what she wanted. It wasn't like they ever cared as long as they got some pussy. That was the really great thing about guys; they were always such good sports about it. That was important because if the person wasn't into it then it wasn't fun for anyone, and Jen didn't want anyone to have a bad time in bed with her.
She ran a bath and slipped into the warm water, thinking about how Seth would probably never look at her the same way again now. But did it really matter this early in them having any kind of real relationship to speak what he thought of her? It wasn't uncommon for people to realize early on that they didn't know anything about the person they were getting involved with. That was all part of the fun of dating as far as Jen was concerned. She just didn't know how Seth felt about dating. Sure, he was a bad boy type, but at the end of the day a lot of bad boy types were cool enough to be secure in themselves and the person they were pursuing to let things happen organically. It was almost like people wanted to high five into relationships; like, “Oh hey, now we are dating so of course we like each other no matter what,” but that wasn't what she wanted to do. She didn't want to just high five into some strange relationship. And that wouldn't probably even be possible considering that she just made Seth her bitch when she fucked him. She giggled to herself as she played with her clit, thinking about how she had made Seth lay down on the coffee table and ground her pussy on his face until he'd come. That had been a lot of fun and she was glad that Seth had been down to do it. Because some guys just weren't.
In the middle of making herself come again, thinking about Seth, her cell phone rang from the other room. She knew without looking it would be Seth. He probably wanted to ask her to make plans with him some other time. She was glad she could use the bath as an excuse because she didn't really want to take the next step of the whole make plans thing. She wanted him to wait and wonder where she was at with all of it. She didn't want him to be so sure of himself that he was cocky. But then s
he thought of how Seth really was different than most of the guys that she had chased after. That was something that was important to keep in my mind. So maybe she wouldn't have to worry about him becoming clingy and wanting her attention all of the time. That was something that a lot of people had trouble with, always wanting the attention of their partners. She wasn't one of those people, though. She really liked her solitude and she enjoyed it when other people did as well. It always seemed to make it better when they got together.
But she didn't really know how Seth was going to be about the whole thing. He was a little bit shy, even though when they got naked he didn't have any problem knowing what to do. It was a lot more than knowing, that was for sure. It wasn't just looking around and taking what you wanted out of a relationship, or trying to make it in your image. There was something to be said for little things happen on their own, from a far off place, or maybe an aloof place would be a better way to think of it.
Jen lay in the tub until the water was cold, and then she got up and started looking around for the just washed towels she'd thought she had brought up from the laundry room. But she couldn't find one. So when she walked out into her apartment, which was on the first floor of a rickety old house, and found Seth waiting for her she nearly had a heart attack.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Don't freak out,” Seth said with a laugh. “You left your purse at my place. I didn't even realize you had one with you because yours is one of those super small ones. But here it is. Oh, and you left your apartment unlocked.”
Jen rushed over, forgetting her nakedness, and took the purse from him. She was thankful that he was being so cool about the whole thing. A lot of people would have been real douche bags about it, and held it over her head. And Seth wasn't being weird at all about how she was naked.
