by Criss Copp
“How many people are you planning on feeding?” I ask.
He smiles at me, but doesn’t answer that question. He asks his own.
“You know what I want to do?” he asks.
“What do you want to do?” I repeat his question back to him, as he manages to place the seventh potato into the bag, and then place the lot into the basket... that I’m holding!
“Take you for that coffee you denied me the first time I asked for it.” He says slyly and gives me a wink.
“What? Sweaty sex and a blow job?” I say laughing.
An old lady looks up at us; a mortified expression across her face; she tuts and pushes her trolley onward.
He’s laughing heartily and shaking his head.
“Best fucking brand ever!” he says, leaning in to give me a kiss.
Ben.
I’m cutting the potatoes and placing them in the saucepan, while Mum sits on her recliner reading her book.
“When will Jade be back?” she asks. I can’t see her from where I am in the kitchen, but I can hear her.
“Any minute now actually.” I answer.
“I’m just worried about her riding in this weather.” Mum explains.
“She’s been doing it for years Mum.” I argue.
“She could’ve taken the car to go and see Silas!” she mumbles, but I hear it.
“She doesn’t drive often, so she doesn’t want to practice driving your car, a car she’s never driven, in the pouring rain at night! She’s safer on her bike!” I argue on her behalf.
“If you say so.” Mum dismisses.
I sigh. I look down again and realise I’m wearing my good watch, and I’m going to make a start on the cutlets in a moment, placing breadcrumbs over them. It’s a messy job, so I decide to take my watch off and put it in my room.
I walk into the room and notice the paper bag Jade got from the Chemist on the bed... sitting on the edge... just sitting there unopened. I look at it as I walk around the bed, like it’s an evil omen, like it’s mocking my manhood.
I place my watch on the bedside table and walk back around and go to pass by it, but I find myself stopping and looking at it again.
“I don’t like you I think... I don’t know why I don’t like you; because if she was any other woman, I would’ve bought you myself... but for this once, I fucking hate you!” I say with unreasonable vehemence to my inert enemy.
I crouch down and look at it closely. It’s just a paper bag, with a child preventing pill in it, right? So what’s the problem? I don’t want kids yet, I’m not old enough yet!
I tap the product like it’s a bomb in disguise. I tap it again... and again... and again... and then it falls onto the floor! I stand and look at it sitting there, waiting for Jade to open it and swallow the interventionist drug.
I’m struggling with an inner bitterness. I am in one mind thinking to kick it under the bed... in the other mind; I’m saying to myself that I’m a pro choice guy! I totally am! So what the fuck is going on here? I mean, really?
I go half way. I tap it so that only the edge appears out from under the bed only.
In this once only incident, I want fate to have a better playing hand. Intervention can play too, but I’m giving fate a fighting chance! And I am never, ever telling anyone about this... ever! In fact, I really want to forget that I may have just made Jade a very angry woman, for a while!
***
“Ben, have you seen a little package from the Chemist?” Jade asks quietly after dinner.
“No, have you looked in your bag?” I lie and cover myself.
“Yeah, it’s not there.” She says, chewing on her thumbnail.
Mum is watching a bit of television while I clean the dishes that can’t go in the dishwasher.
“When did you last see it?” I ask.
“I think I placed it on a bench or something. I was in a hurry to go and see Silas.” She states.
“Bathroom?” I ask. She shakes her head.
“Toilet?” I ask. Again a shake of her head.
“I’ll just have another look in the room.” She says sighing.
“Okay.” I respond. Phew, I breathe once she leaves.
I finish washing the frying pan and then I hear her over my shoulder pad back into the kitchen, and I look to see her come in with a little tub of lip balm. She comes over to the sink and leans against the bench next to me.
“It fell on the floor.” She says, giving me a smile and showing me the tub, liberally applying a finger full on her lips.
“I thought you were talking about that pill thing.” I say, wondering what happened.
“Oh no, I took that before I went out.” She explains. “I just needed this lip balm because the weather is really giving me shit with my lips.” She reasons, smacking her lips together and giving me a big smile.
Well there you go; fate was on the pill’s side all along!
I wonder what it says to me that I wanted to interfere with the possibilities that she could’ve had a baby with me, it was such a random and out of left field feeling. Perhaps I really am receptive to having a kid one day; maybe even sooner than I expected!
“Can I ask you something Jade?” I question.
“Yeah.” She agrees, coming up behind me and hugging me from behind as I stand at the sink, rinsing it out and wiping the bowl out.
“Do you think one day you’ll want kids?” I ask.
“Hmmm.... one day maybe, when the time’s right; but not plural; singular.” She responds.
“I always thought that too, just one.” I smile at her. She smiles back. “What constitutes the right time?” I ask.
“Commitment, financial security, the right home... a chance to be happy and secure in myself and with who I’m with as well.” She reasons.
“Those are all good points to consider.” I agree.
“I’ve been a parent for a while now; I kind of know what I want if I’m to do it again, and it’s not being single. I can tell you that much, but I know I don’t want a kid anytime soon... at all.” she argues then sighs, before kissing me on the neck and leaving to go and talk to my Mum.
***
I’m lying in bed and looking at the ceiling, waiting for Jade to come in from brushing her teeth, when I hear her stumbling to the toilet and making a gagging noise.
I throw the covers back and run to the sound, where she’s coming back out, having purged herself. She looks a bit ‘green around the gills.’
“You don’t look so well!” I state the obvious.
“I’m okay...” she states, a little unconvincingly. “I think I caused myself to vomit. I like to clean my tongue pretty well, and I made myself gag... and then I was overwhelmed by the feeling.” She explains.
“You still look like shit!” I argue.
“I still feel nauseas, but I’ll have to brush my teeth again.” She says, walking in to the bathroom again.
She is wearing those SpongeBob SquarePants pyjamas, which are as cute as cute can possibly get, but really, she still looks like she’s just been ill; but then, she has.
“Come and climb into bed. Just swish with some mouthwash.” I reason.
“But then you won’t kiss me.” She argues.
“You look like you want to puke again, so I’m not kissing you when you’re like that anyway. I’m not a baby bird that eats regurgitated food!” I explain.
She looks even worse now for considering my analogy.
“That’s gross! And the nausea’s a side effect of the tablet I took earlier today. I’ll be okay.” She reasons.
“Do you think you’ll need to take another tablet?” I ask.
“Oh no, it’s been hours. It’ll have already passed through my gut; and will now be travelling in its chemical components throughout my body; it’ll be fine.” She says, throwing back a cap full of my Listerine and gargling.
“You know, I talked to Silas about moving into here today. And you know what he said?” I ask her.
She shr
ugs and spits.
“He told me that you’re looking to buy a house and that it would be the perfect opportunity to move out so you can move on.” I say. It’s true; I’m just twisting the moving on part. He didn’t exactly say that.
“I am looking at buying property, but I had always intended on taking him with me.” she explains.
“Why don’t you move in here, and save some more money to put towards a house? I won’t charge rent. At least not the dollar kind.” I reason, moving in to the back of her and hugging her from behind while looking at her in the mirror.
“I don’t need to save money, I’m not getting a loan.” She states.
“You’ve got enough money?” I ask, only slightly surprised. I inherited a mint from my Dad’s life insurance and compensation when I turned 21.
“Yep, more than a million dollars in fact.” She says.
I only slightly baulk. Like I said I assumed she would have inheritance, it’s really not that much money when you think about it.
“What about Silas?” I ask. “You’ve been worried about his income!” I say, confused.
“He doesn’t have his money yet, I only got mine this year when I turned 25.” She explains.
“Oh, wow. That’s late.” I argue.
“Yeah, but in some ways it’s made me really good with money before I became loaded.” She reasons.
“True, you’re a bit of a scrooge from what I hear!” I say nodding.
“Shut the fuck up Reynolds!” she curses, laughing.
“I wish you didn’t look like you were going to throw up again, I still haven’t collected on that coffee we talked about today!” I whine.
“Jeezus!” she curses again. “You’ll get your sweaty hot sex and cataclysmic blow job, just not tonight!” she sighs melodramatically.
“Cataclysmic? You promise it will be cataclysmic?” I say with mock awe.
“Yes, you’ll be calling me God and everything!” she promises.
“Fuck, can’t you do something about that now?” I ask pleadingly, the thought has me growing an erection already.
“I’m still sore from today, and if I put that thing in my mouth now, I’ll be introducing a new colour scheme to your bed sheets!” She suggests.
“Yeah, you kind of killed it just now.” I lie. My dick doesn’t care at all, even if I do!
Jade.
I feel better this morning; I discover this welcome feeling at the same time as I become aware of Ben; nudging my shoulder and handing me a couple of tic-tacs.
“What’s this for?” I ask, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Morning breath.” He says, popping two in his mouth and chewing on them, releasing a peppermint scent like toothpaste.
“Are you saying I have arse breath?” I ask.
“I don’t know if you do or don’t... but I’d like to maintain the mystery please. If I find out your breath smells like shit in the morning, I may be forced to reconsider my feelings for you!” he explains, taking a swig from a bottle of water.
“Okay, I’ll cop that!” I shrug, placing the two tic-tacs on my tongue and then beginning to chew them.
When I finish chewing, he gives me the water, which I take a swig of and deliver back to him; before attempting to readjust the pillow under my head. Only instead, I feel myself get quite literally picked up and twisted about to face a kneeling half naked Ben.
“Good morning,” he says as he leans in and places his mouth softly on mine, and begins to kiss me gently.
“Gornmongen.” I manage to muffle forth since his tongue is tracing across mine, and his mouth is smothering me.
He goes to slide down into the sheets and lie down beside me, kissing me as he goes; but I’m not having that.
I break my mouth away from his and start moving down his neck toward his chest, which means I’m rising up.
“I...” he starts, but I place a finger over his mouth.
“Swing around!” I demand; twirling my finger in an indication for him to seat himself on the edge of the bed.
“Like this?” he asks, trailing his lower legs over the edge of the bed.
“Yes.” I agree, climbing off the bed and standing before him.
“Jade?” he queries, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
“Shhh...” I request, placing my finger once again over his mouth.
I undo the buttons of my pyjama top; I’m naked underneath it; I take it off and drop it to the floor. I’ve been thinking about this ever since I mentioned giving him a cataclysmic blow job last night... this will not be that, but it will be good, very good. I want him watching me, watching me undo him and feeling everything I do to him, heightening his reactions because I don’t really want him to touch me, even if he really wants to. My pussy’s getting seriously wet just thinking about it, and the tight feeling in my pelvic floor, which is a sensation somewhere between clenching and tenderness, is weeping for joy that I’m willing to go here again, with him.
He goes to touch my breasts, but I don’t want him to, so I knock his hand away, and shake my head. He gasps, but remains where he is.
Next I slowly and seductively slide my undies and pyjama bottoms down off my hips... over my arse and then down my thighs. He’s watching me with fascination; and when I get to my knees I just let the undies and pants go, to fall at my feet. I step away and kick them aside.
I look at his face and notice his eyes are directed on my pussy. I find myself smiling at this. I’m not a girl to go and get waxed, primped and pulled at. But then I never could grow much of a bush to worry about anyway. For whatever reason, my body placed all its energy into growing a thick and lustrous mane of head hair, but neglected to provide any effort in any other areas of my body. So I have a light smattering of hair over my mound that looks rather pathetic. My armpits and legs are the same, hardly anything. I shave my armpits, legs and bikini line, but I don’t need to do it as often as most. In any case, I know that my hairlessness has been a boon in the past with guys, they like it!
I’m thinking about what I should do, about what he’ll like.
Graeme and I used to get pretty kinky; he was into some serious games. I quite liked some of them, so I’ve decided I’m just going with what I feel like doing to turn Ben on right now, not too much, just a little bit naughty, because my head inside is screaming at me to stop thinking so much and start moving.
I bend over so that my arse remains in the air... the cool morning air snapping at my skin... apparent by my erect nipples; and then I slowly undo the top button of his bedtime boxers, so that the open fly allows me access to his cock.
I’m pretty sure he can’t see what I’m doing at the moment, since my heavy mane of hair is long these days; so I gather it back at the nape of my neck and grab his hand, placing it on my gathered hair and squeezing it to close at the nape around the hair bunched there, imploring him to hold it tight and secure, and freeing me up to use my hands and mouth, but guiding me to suck his cock for him.
He gets the idea, throwing out an almost inaudible ‘fuck.’
I’m pulling out his fully erect penis from his pants; and then I place my mouth over it, feeding his penis in through my lips before pushing my mouth further and further down, till I get to my gag centre and slow down; and then gradually pull back, sucking him at the same time and placing my hand over his wet shaft to provide firm pressure.
“Fuck...” Ben laments softly as I return to repeat the gesture. He’s holding my hair fairly firmly now, applying pressure on the back of my head to implore me to go down as far as I can. He’s not being brutal, he’s simply pushing me down until he feels my resistance, and then he’s pulling me back up. If it wasn’t for last night’s nausea, I might be able to go further; but I’m a little nervous about it, so I only go to where I am currently comfortable.
With my other hand I reach up to where I sense his face is; finding it and lightly tracing his lips, before pushing two fingers into his mouth, as he slides my face back down
his cock; my luscious lips and mouth once more devouring his flesh. He sucks on my fingers; and I have him simulate the act I am performing on his cock with my fingers slowly thrusting in and out of his mouth. The sensations of his tongue licking, his teeth grazing and his mouth sucking hard, are all in response to what he’s feeling as a result of my mouth on him.
I love this... I feel like I’m in charge, despite his insistent hand at the back of my head; that I’m turning him inside out with my wantonness... both our desire twisted back on each of us. I feel heady and determined to encourage the lusty feelings my actions are encouraging within me... he’s moving me slowly along his cock now, and I’m enjoying the whimpers and moans that escape his throat, informing me that I’m providing him with an intense pleasure.
His sounds elicit a frantic pooling of need inside my pussy and my womb; I need to feel movement over myself, within myself. A desperate need to match his own.
Finally I pull my fingers back from his mouth and I remove them completely, after scooping some saliva in the last twist of my exit. Bringing them back to me and placing them over my clit; I begin to massage myself, focussing on my desire as he focuses on his through the demanding pressure of his hand on my head. I’m masturbating myself into a greater arousal. I’m already feeling heady and needy due to what I’m providing for him, so my movements across myself are quickly fuelling my desire, such that now my mouth is issuing divine moans and groans that vibrate against his cock and cause a spasm to radiate up his length.
“Jesus Jade!” Ben reverently states, and he reaches forward and begins to play with my right nipple. I’m unable to stop him, the feeling is so exquisite. It’s like he’s pulling at my insides through that tight little bud. He applies the correct amount of pressure, like he’s privy to my feelings and is adjusting his touch accordingly. I reach around and begin to fuck myself with my fingers, demanding my body feed my desire further.
We’re both moaning...
His cock is becoming increasingly heavy and his breathing is laboured. With his persistence on my nipple, I’m reaching beyond heightened arousal. My desperate ache down in my pussy is driving me wild. And what started out with me thinking to be in control of this situation, is fast proving to be a misnomer.
