The Beach House

by JT Harding

  “Don’t you worry?” Jenni has asked as they lay in bed together, naked as they always were, sated after making love, legs and arms tangled.

  “Worry about what?”

  “Me going to Joe. Don’t you worry I might run away with him?”

  Kim laughed. “Why would you want to do that?”

  “I don’t know. But aren’t you jealous?”

  “Mm-mm, not me.” Kim shook her head, slid her hand onto Jenny’s stomach. “I know you don’t want to give this up, babe.” She kissed Jenni and five minutes later Jenni was sitting astride her face, her tongue deep inside Kim’s pussy as they worked slowly on bringing each other to a third climax of the day.

  No, Jenni thought, I won’t give this up.

  If Kim had come they would have found Joe. Now Jenni’s watch showed three minutes off six and she swung around a big display stand, moving wildly now, without a plan and saw Joe across a space. A bench was piled high with copies of his book and three people remained in the queue as he took a book from each one, spoke quietly with them, shook hands, and signed their copy.

  Jenni grabbed one of Joe’s books and joined the end of the queue.

  Two people. One. Then she stood in front of him. He reached out without looking up and Jenni placed the book in his hand.

  “Who shall I make it out to?”

  His voice cut through her, making her melt inside.

  “Jenni.”

  She saw Joe smile. “I know someone with the same-” His voice stopped dead as he looked up, recognizing her voice. His mouth dropped open and the book fell onto the desk with a thud.

  “Aren’t you going to sign it?”

  “Uh…”

  “Well, in that case.” Jenni crossed her arms, made to turn away.

  “What the fuck are you doing here? Why? When? Shit, Jen, it’s good to see you. What?” Joe shook his head and Jenni laughed. It had been killing her the last few weeks because Kim had spoken with Joe but not mentioned Jenni turning up in New York.

  “We’re gonna keep it a surprise,” Kim has said.

  Now Joe looked past Jenni. “Just you?”

  Jenni nodded. “Just me.”

  “When did you get here?”

  “About an hour ago.”

  “Wow.”

  “You going to sign that or not? I used to have a signed Joe Fransiscus, but someone burned it. I’d sure like another one.”

  “In that case.” Joe opened the book and scrawled inside, not allowing Jenni to see the inscription, but she knew already what he had written. “Are you staying?”

  “I don’t know. I haven’t got anywhere booked.”

  Joe laughed. “I might be able to find a spare room at my hotel.”

  “Maybe they’re full.”

  “Maybe. I guess you might have to share with me if that’s the case.”

  “I do hope they’re full.”

  Joe glanced beyond her. “You’re the last one. Come on, let’s get out of here.” He stood and came around the desk, put his arm around Jenni and kissed her, tentative at first as though she might have changed her mind about him. Jenni kissed him back hard, letting her tongue into his mouth, making sure Joe know she hadn’t.

  Joe took her hand. As they turned an assistant was standing watching them with a puzzled expression.

  “Would you like a photo with Mr. Fransiscus, madam?”

  Jenni laughed. “No, I don’t think so.”

  “Oh.”

  Jenni made to walk past the woman but she put her hand on Jenni’s arm. Jenni stopped.

  “You need to pay for your book, madam.”

  Jenni laughed. Joe joined in, tears in both their eyes they were laughing so hard and the book shop assistant had no idea what she had said that was so funny.

  ***

  Joe closed the door of his room as Jenni walked ahead. This was more than a room, this was a suite, with a living room looking out over busy streets.

  “You want something to eat, drink?”

  Jenni turned back to him, nervous. “Nothing.”

  Joe crossed half the distance between them, stopped. Jenni realized she wasn’t the only nervous one.

  “How have you been, Jen?”

  She nodded. “Good. How’s the shoulder?”

  He shrugged, lifting his arm. “That’s good too.” Joe took another two paces. Stopped again. Three feet separated them now and Jenni caught his scent, the essence of Joe, unchanged from months ago, her body responding.

  “D’you think I could use your shower?” Jenni felt grubby from the flight, didn’t want to get close to Joe, sure she smelled bad.

  “On one condition.”

  “Yeah?”

  Joe nodded.

  “What condition’s that?” Jenni felt her stomach trembling. It was going to be okay.

  “I can wash your back.”

  Jenni shook her head, suppressing a smile at the puppy dog expression on Joe’s face. “My front’s dirty too, Joe. I need more than my back scrubbing.”

  Joe’s cock showed thick inside his pants and this time Jenni took the steps, closing the gap between them to nothing.

  “How have you really been, Jen?” His breath covered her face.

  “I’ll tell you all about it, Joe, but first I need you to fuck me. It’s okay, Kim knows.”

  “She does?”

  Who d’you think talked me into this?”

  “That Kim,” Joe said.

  Jenni nodded. “Yeah, that Kim.” Her fingers were stroking his cock through his pants and her knees went weak. She wanted him so much.

  Joe turned her around and unzipped her dress, slid it from her shoulders. His fingers fumbled with the clasp on her bra but Jenni refused to help, waiting until he unclipped her. The bra clung against her breasts and she let it stay while Joe’s fingers found her panties and pulled them down. His lips touched her back, her ass, her thighs.

  “I really do need a shower, Joe,” she said, her voice low.

  “You smell great.”

  “I don’t think I do.”

  “You do to me. Besides, I can’t wait.”

  She turned to him, letting him see her shaved pussy, letting his mouth close over her clitoris and suddenly her knees went and she fell to the floor, her bra finally releasing its kiss from her breasts. Joe leaned over her and she said, “Take your clothes off Joe and fuck me right here, right now, any way you want.”

  Joe sat back and unbuttoned his shirt, tore at his pants and shorts. Jenni twisted, grabbing for his cock while he still fumbled with his shoes and socks, wriggled close and took him inside her mouth, the remembrance of his taste flooding her, the remembrance of his body raising gooseflesh along her arms and legs. Joe gave up on his shoes and lay back, his pants and shorts rucked around his ankles and Jenni took his cock deeper, took it to the root, the thick ridged head sliding into her throat and Joe cried out and came instantly, a flood of semen filling her mouth and she let it pool and slip between her lips.

  “Oh fuck, Jen, I’m sorry. That was so…”

  She waited and then climbed along him, kissed him, knowing his cum coated her lips. Joe kissed her back, his hands on her body.

  “Don’t worry, babe.” She reached down. “You’re still hard.”

  “Oh God, Jen. I’m dreaming. I got to be dreaming.”

  “Mm – good dream.”

  “The best.”

  Jenni stroked his cock, slid back down and pecked the tip with a kiss, kept going and untied his shoes and finally released the tangle of clothes from his ankles.

  She stood and walked naked, tall and slim, knowing how good she looked, confident and assured now, no longer beaten down. She sat on the edge of the couch, knowing the windows were behind her and not caring. They might be too high up for anyone to see what they were going to do, but she didn’t care if they did. She beckoned Joe with her finger and he stood and came to her, his long thick cock swaying from side to side with each step.

  He knelt between her legs
and kissed the smooth shaved skin above her pussy.

  “Kim did this to you?”

  “Of course.”

  “I like.”

  “Me too.”

  “I think I can last a bit longer this time,” Joe said, and Jenni laughed.

  Joe sat back. “What?”

  “Nothing, honey. You reminded me of someone else, that’s all.”

  Joe frowned, but Jenni knew he wouldn’t stay puzzled long. “I want you to fuck me now, Joe. My turn.”

  He slid along her, kissing her thighs, heading towards her pussy. Jenni twisted her fingers in his hair and pulled him up, shaking her head. “No, I don’t need that. I’ve been waiting for this too long already. Just fuck me, Joe.”

  He let her pull him up but Jenni released him and slid down off the couch underneath him. She sucked his cock, licked his balls, turned so her legs were raised on the cushions of the couch and her pussy presented beneath his cock. She looked up along his back, put her hands on his ass, feeling the muscle beneath the skin. She twisted her body, tendon and muscle loose and she could contort herself into almost any position. She wanted to surprise Joe, wanted to delight him.

  “I want to be fucked like this,” she said and Joe pushed his cock down against her, the head finding her slit and Jenni rocked so he entered her an inch. Joe shifted back and Jenni touched his asshole and felt him twitch, then he was filling her and she closed her eyes and breathed hard as his rigid thickness opened her cunt walls, so slick and wet and she had no idea why she had wanted this position but found Joe could fill her completely, felt the head of his cock touch her cervix and she came hard and fast, instantly tipping over, grinding up against Joe, her finger pushing hard and invading his asshole, crying out as the world spun away, grayed out and only slowly returned.

  When she came back Joe still filled her, twisting round to look at her, his hands reaching back to caress her breasts.

  “I’m not the only one around here comes fast,” he said.

  Jenni laughed. She pushed him, his cock slipping from her, emptiness ready for something else. She had promised Kim she would do this for Joe, while they lay together in bed, playing with each other.

  A week after Jenni moved in Kim had come to bed, shy for once and when Jenni pressed her she said she wanted to try something but didn’t know if Jenni was up for it.

  Anything, Jenni said, you know that.

  Kim had left the bed, came back with something in her hand, Jenni laughing with glee when she saw a dildo and straps for securing it.

  “You or me?” Jenni asked.

  “Me first,” Kim said.

  “Me after?”

  “If you want.”

  “Want.”

  Now it was Joe’s turn. Jenni rolled onto her front, grabbed a pillow and stuffed it underneath her so her ass was lifted. She raised one leg and stuck it out to one side.

  “You know what I want, Joe.”

  “Fuck, Jen.” He stared at her, not believing.

  “I like being fucked in the ass, Joe. I like it a lot.”

  “Did… did Mark…”

  Jenni laughed. “Never. But others have. Fuck me, Joe, fuck me now.”

  “Oh God.” Joe’s voice was strangled. He sounded lost and Jenni smiled, knowing how much he wanted this. She felt his weight against her back, his mouth on her parted ass, his tongue.

  I should have taken that shower, she thought, but Joe didn’t seem to care, his tongue invading her tightness, wetting her, rippling thrills deep into her core and Jenni thought she might come again before he used his cock, but Joe couldn’t wait either and when she was wet he lay against her, his thigh pressed against the cheek of her ass, the head of his cock touching her, applying pressure. Jenni parted herself wider, feeling the pressure build. She enjoyed this, had enjoyed it since the first time, gasping as Joe’s cock opened her asshole and slipped inside, the sense of fullness in her belly.

  “Stop me if I-”

  “You won’t,” Jenni said. “I want all of it, Joe.”

  “Jen.”

  He let his weight press against her and Jenni felt his cock invade her further, deeper, filling her completely until Joe’s pubic hair pressed hard against her ass and she felt him start to thrust. She lifted herself up, trying to get him deeper and Joe reached around and held her breast, dropped his hand to her belly, back to her breast.

  Jenni was fulfilled, knowing how much this meant to Joe, knowing how much she wanted him. She was going to let Joe fuck her like this for Kim when they returned home. She grinned, pushed back against Joe, his stomach against her ass. Home, she thought. When we go home.

  Joe was moving faster, his cock sliding almost all the way from her ass then burying deep as he came back down. Jenni felt a tremble start inside and knew she was going to come, made no effort to stop it, writhing beneath Joe as her second climax ripped through her and when she came out the other side Joe was still fucking her and she came up onto hands and knees and let him grip her hips. She felt her breasts swaying, reached a hand up and touched herself, reached down along her belly and found her clitoris with her thumb, pushed two fingers inside her pussy, feeling Joe’s cock through the thin layer of skin beneath her pussy, felt him huge and vibrant inside.

  “Jen – oh fuck, Jen!” Joe cried out and Jenni felt his seed spill into her, a long outpouring hosing deep inside and she rammed her fingers into her pussy and came again, shaking hard, sweat popping along her throat. Her legs and the one hand could not hold her up any longer and she slumped onto the floor. Joe followed, staying inside, lying across her, taking his weight on his elbows, kissing her shoulders and neck.

  They lay for long minutes, breathing hard, then breathing softly.

  “Does this mean you’re going to stay, Jen?”

  She laughed beneath him. “I guess so.”

  “Good. You okay with all this?”

  “Guess.”

  “Mm… I guess you are.”

  “You and Kim got room for one more, Joe?”

  “You bet.”

  Jenni smiled, the warmth of him covering her.

  “I think I really do need that shower now, Joe.”

  “I still want to scrub your back.”

  “Of course”

  “Are you staying?” Joe stopped on his way to the bathroom, tall and slim, the scar showing on his shoulder.

  “If I can.”

  “Two more weeks,” Joe said.

  Jenni nodded.

  They had those two weeks together as Joe finished his tour, boarded their flight back to New York and a stewardess stopped Joe as he stepped onto the plane and asked if he was Joe Fransiscus the writer. When he said he was she directed them left into an almost empty first class. Joe signed copies of his books for the entire crew and somewhere over mid Atlantic even the pilot came back to shake his hand and chat. Jenni realized then how her life was going to be, how different Joe’s life was from the one she had known.

  Kim and Ami met them at JFK and they took a cab back into the city.

  Chapter 19

  Joe sat at his desk in front of the big picture window that looked across central park and turned on his MacBook. While waiting he closed his eyes and remembered sitting on his grandmother’s knee. He could have been no older than five or six, but the memory was clear of her rolling a sheet of crisp white paper into an old black Royal. The clack of the cogs as she racked paper through, the hard rattle of the keys. She had let him try it out, the effort of putting a letter on paper surprising him. Later there were his first memories of writing on that same typewriter at her house, the short, meaningless stories he created which his grandmother praised despite their faults. Even back then characters and scenes jostled in his head, each calling for attention, each wanting to be the first to be heard. Writing was easier now with the Mac, but sometimes he thought back to that physical act of getting words down, wondered if he could still work that way if he had to, if all the power went out.

  He felt full of wo
rds, pregnant with them. His last book had sold well, the two months spent touring to promote worthwhile. He was incapable of writing on planes or in hotels so the words had dammed up inside his head, ready to burst loose. Finally the book signings and interviews and tv appearances were over, and he needed to get back to his real job, putting words on a screen. This would be his fifth novel. The second since Jenni had come to live with them.

  He opened his eyes and released his thoughts, fingers flying over the keys.

  They came to the beach house at the tail end of August, after the season had finished. Driving through town from the ferry Katie said she thought it was too quiet, and Pete said great, they had come here for a rest, not to party. Katie leaned across and kissed his cheek. When she sat back Pete glanced across at her and smiled. At four months, she was just starting to show. This break would be good for her; good for both of them.

  “Pete, watch out!” Katie yelled and he glanced up, slamming on the brakes even before he saw what lay in the road. A skinny man wearing a soiled denim jacket stood in the middle of the empty street, weaving slightly, a bottle of cheap whiskey showing from the top of a brown paper bag.

  He flipped the bird at them. “What the fuck you think you doing? Fuckin’ tourists!”

  Joe stopped as slim arms snaked around him. A large belly pressed against his back and he reached around and cupped both hands against a firm ass.

  “Is this the new book?” Jenni leaned across to read, nipping his earlobe as she passed, her breasts parting around the back of his neck and Joe responded, as he always did, his cock thickening along his thigh.

  “Only an idea at the moment.”

  “Can I read it?”

  “I don’t know,” Joe said, uneasy.

  Jenni picked up the tone in his voice. “If you don’t want me to I won’t.”

  “It’s not that. I’d like you to. It’s just...”

  She kissed the top of his head, and from along the hallway Kim called out, asking if they wanted lunch now or later.

  “Later,” Jenni called back, her fingers tracing the muscle across Joe’s chest, finding the line of raised skin that would always be there now. “I won’t read it if you don’t want me to, babe.”