by Gene P. Abel
The evening was mild and they had a good time. It was eleven thirty when they returned to Princeton. Jerry said, “How about a nightcap at my apartment?”
“OK. I would like to see your place.”
As it turned out, Jerry’s apartment was about fifteen minutes’ drive from where Jackie lived. They went in, and Jerry asked Jackie if she would like some wine. They began a pleasant conversation, which led to an exchange of kisses that were very different from their first date. Jackie knew why she liked Jerry. He reminded her of François. Not by his appearance, but by his manner and the way he kissed. Before their two-hour nightcap was over, Jackie was sure that François and Jerry must have had the same lovemaking instructor. Jerry drove Jackie to her home, and they exchanged a kiss that said there would be many more.
From that second date, Jackie knew he was the one. Within a month, Jackie and Jerry were seeing each other on a regular basis, and they became engaged at Christmas that same year. The couple married the following June, and their wedding was the social event of the Princeton elite.
5
Jackie’s Dream
When they reached their room, Jerry opened the door and carried Jackie in. He laid her on the bed and closed the door. Jackie watched with anticipation as he walked toward her. He said, “Let’s continue what you started in the bar.”
This was the beginning of a night that would fulfill Jackie’s expectations. They began to kiss, and it didn’t take long for Jerry’s foreplay to bring Jackie’s hot blood to a boil, and Jerry was able to bring her to the ultimate moment of pleasure. When they had finished, they sat by the fire and held each other.
This was something Jackie missed when they made love at home. Jerry eventually began to fall asleep, and Jackie said, “Let’s go to bed. Maybe you can rise to the occasion in the morning.”
“Never can tell,” he replied.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too.”
They said good night and were soon asleep.
Not long after she fell asleep Jackie began dreaming. It was early August, and the weather was hot. Jackie was standing in her kitchen wearing a pair of white shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. She was making potato salad for dinner when she heard a knock at the back door. It was the delivery boy with her groceries. She opened the door and said, “You must be new. I don’t remember seeing you before.”
“Yes, my name is Chris. I just started at the market last week.”
“Do you live in the area?”
“Yes, I’m a student at Princeton. I took this job for a little spending money and because it fits into my schedule.”
Jackie was having one of her horny days. She thought, What a great-looking guy. My compliments to the grocery store manager for hiring such a hunk. She watched him as he unloaded the groceries from his truck. She couldn’t stop looking at him, especially his great buns. “It looks like you work out.”
“Yes, I was a bodybuilder in high school. I still get to the gym, but my studies and this job make it hard to exercise as often as I would like.”
Jackie asked, “Can you help me with the groceries?”
“Sure. I’ll hand you the groceries and you can put them away.” As he reached for a bag of jelly beans, it slipped out of his hand and broke all over the floor. “Sorry about that. Sometimes I’m a bit clumsy.” Chris knelt down on the floor and began picking up the elusive beans.
Jackie moved next to him and pretended to work at the counter. It was clear she was flirting with this young man by the way she moved so close to him. Jackie looked down and said, “How are you doing?”
“Just fine, Mrs. French.”
“Call me Jackie,” she replied in a seductive voice.
Chris wondered what she really wanted. He decided to see just how far she was willing to go. He put his hand on her inner thigh and slid it up her leg to the edge of her shorts. Jackie continued to work at the counter, supposedly paying no attention to Chris. She didn’t say anything, and Chris continued moving his hand under the leg of her shorts.
Jackie knew what she was doing was wrong. However, this forbidden touch felt so good, she didn’t want to stop him. Part of her was aroused by the attention of this young stud, while another part wanted to stop. In the end, Jackie’s passion won out, and their bodies became entangled in a burst of forbidden passion on the kitchen table on that hot, steamy August afternoon.
When Chris finished, he helped Jackie off the table and they got dressed. “I better get going. My boss will be looking for me,” he said.
“You can tell him for me you did just fine!”
Jackie finished making the potato salad and decided to take a shower and change her clothes. She went up to the bathroom and took off her clothes. She turned the water on and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt good, and Jackie began to think about what she had done. She knew this would lead to trouble and vowed to never let it happen again. She finished her shower and got dressed just before Jerry came home with the kids. They had dinner, and Jackie tried to forget the afternoon.
That next week, Jackie did her best not to think of Chris or next week’s grocery delivery. It was about two o’clock Saturday afternoon when Chris arrived with her order. She went to the door to let him in and said, “Put the bags on the counter.” After Chris finished, Jackie said, “Let me get you a tip. I have my purse in the living room.”
Chris wanted a repeat of last week and followed her into the living room. He came up behind her and began stroking the back of her neck. She said, “Please don’t. Last week was a mistake. I’m married and can’t get involved with you.” Chris detected very little conviction in her voice and continued to caress her neck. His touch felt so good that she allowed him to continue. Chris unhooked Jackie’s bra and began touching her until she responded by turning around and passionately kissing him. They fell to the floor, and before long they were again making love.
This second encounter was the beginning of a relationship that got hotter and hotter. It was hard for them to get enough of each other. The Saturday grocery delivery became an event Jackie planned for all week. She had to make sure that she was alone when Chris came. Their weekly rendezvous became a challenge to keep secret.
Mr. Jones, the store manager, started to receive complaints that Chris was late with his deliveries. When questioned, Chris denied he was late but said he would do his best to speed up his schedule. Despite their talk, the complaints continued. Mr. Jones decided to follow Chris the next Saturday to check on him. Chris had four orders for Saturday afternoon. He left the store about one o’clock with Mr. Jones following him in his car. The first delivery went to the Barrettes, who lived about four blocks from the Frenches. Chris pulled into the drive and unloaded the groceries. It took him about ten minutes, and he was on his way to the Frenches. Chris pulled into the drive, and Mr. Jones parked across the street to observe him. Jackie met him at the door, and he proceeded to unload her order.
Fifteen minutes turned into twenty and then to thirty minutes. Mr. Jones got out of his car and walked toward the house. He first looked in the delivery truck and saw the other two orders in the back awaiting delivery. He went to the back door. The curtain was pushed open, and he looked through the window and saw the groceries sitting on the counter in the kitchen. He couldn’t see either Jackie or Chris. He decided to walk around to the front door and ring the bell. As he passed the living room window, he saw Jackie and Chris in what was obviously the last few minutes of their lovemaking. He could not believe it. Now it was clear why Chris was late for some of his deliveries each Saturday.
Mr. Jones decided not to get involved at that time and returned to his office. He told the cashier to send Chris to his office as soon as he returned from his deliveries. It was about three thirty when Chris returned. The cashier saw him come through the door and said, “You better get yourself to the boss’s office! H
e wants to see you, and he didn’t appear to be very happy about something.” Chris ran up the stairs to Mr. Jones’s second-floor office and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
“You wanted to see me.”
“Sit down, Chris. I followed you this afternoon when you made your deliveries. I saw you and Mrs. French.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I saw you on the living room floor having sex with her. How long has this been going on?”
Chris knew it was useless to deny it and said, “About three months.”
“Are you nuts? You have your whole life ahead of you. Why did you become involved with a married woman?”
“It just happened. I have no other answer for you.” Chris asked, “Do you intend to tell Mr. French?”
“I don’t know, but you are fired.”
Chris got up and left his office. Dan Jones had known Jerry since he married Jackie, and they were good friends. He didn’t want to become involved, but thought Jerry should know, especially since it was his delivery boy that was involved. He decided to call Jerry that evening. Dan told him he had something important to discuss with him and suggested they meet for breakfast the following Saturday. Jerry agreed, and they planned to meet at the local diner about eight o’clock.
Dan arrived first, and Jerry joined him just after eight.
“What’s on your mind, Dan?” asked Jerry.
“This will be hard to tell you, Jerry. We’ve been friends for almost ten years.”
“What in the world is bothering you?” said Jerry.
“I caught my delivery boy making love with Jackie.”
“You’re nuts. Why would Jackie do that?” Jerry asked.
“I don’t know, Jerry, but I saw them on the floor of your living room going at it last Saturday.”
“Why were you at my house?”
“Several customers had been complaining that my delivery boy Chris was late with his deliveries. This has been going on for several months, and I decided to follow him to see why he was running so late. After he spent over a half hour in your house, I went over to see if something was wrong. As I walked past your living room window on my way to the front door, I saw them,” Dan explained.
Jerry turned bright red, got up from the table, and stormed out of the diner without saying a word.
It was at this point that Jackie woke up from her dream in a cold sweat. She was disoriented for a moment and tried to clear her head. It must have been a dream, she thought. Jackie got out of bed and went over to the sink for a drink of water. She could barely see herself in the mirror since it was just beginning to get light. She looked at the clock. It was a quarter to seven. Jackie wanted to wake Jerry and hold him. She somehow felt guilty for having such a dream. However, how would she explain waking him so early? She didn’t want to tell him about her dream. She couldn’t understand how it seemed so real.
Jackie returned to bed and tried to go back to sleep. She lay there unable to sleep until the clock read half past eight. At that point, she turned over and began to kiss Jerry. He finally awakened and said, “What time is it?”
“Time to begin where we left off last night,” Jackie answered. She knew Jerry liked early-morning encounters, and she desperately wanted to forget her dream. Jackie thought what better way to forget than to make love with her husband. She decided to take charge of the lovemaking. From her earliest relationship with Rick, Jackie had a need to be in control of her life, especially when it came to sex. After their romantic beginning of the day, they took a shower together and went to breakfast.
6
A Saturday in the Poconos
“I’m hungry as a bear,” Jackie said.
Jerry responded, “It must be the early-morning exercise. Lucky for you they have a country breakfast.”
“Well, maybe they know most of their guests like that same kind of activity in the morning.”
“If that’s the case, why isn’t it listed on the activities sheet they gave us when we checked in?”
“Ha ha. You think you’re funny,” she quipped.
“Tomorrow they have a brunch starting at eleven o’clock, which will give us time for much more exercise,” Jerry said.
“We’ll see if you can keep up, my man. I know it won’t be a problem for me,” Jackie replied.
When they arrived at the dining room, the waiter asked them if they wanted to eat alone or be seated with another couple. Jerry said, “You may seat us with other guests.” The waiter led them to a couple that looked to be in their late twenties.
“Hi. My name is Jerry French, and this is my wife, Jackie.”
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Frank Schmidt and this is my girlfriend, Kathy Barber.”
“Have you been here before, Frank?”
“No. This is our first time. How about you two?” Frank asked.
“This is our first visit as well.”
“How did you find this place?” Frank asked.
Jackie piped in, “This was my plan. We needed to get away from the routine, the kids, and the job for a short time. I found the inn on the internet.”
Frank responded, “You won’t believe this, but I designed their web page at my company in Philadelphia. That’s why we are here. The inn asked us to spend a weekend on them because they received so many hits on their website.”
“You really did a great job. It was the cleverness of the web page that made me call and get a reservation,” Jackie said.
“Hey, tell the manager,” responded Frank. “Maybe they’ll give us another freebie. Where do you live?”
“We live in Princeton,” Jerry replied.
“That’s an expensive area. I hear a lot of big shots from New York live there. Where do you work, Jerry?”
“Wall Street.”
“Oops! Looks like I put my foot in my mouth,” Frank said.
Kathy tried to smooth things over. “Frank isn’t critical about people who work in the big city, it’s just his way.”
“No offense taken,” Jerry replied.
“What do you plan on doing today?” Jackie asked.
“Oh, I think we’ll look around this morning and spend some time in the hot tub this afternoon. What do you two have planned?” Kathy asked.
Jackie responded, “See the sights. There seems to be so much to do in this area.”
The waiter arrived with coffee and took their order. They had a delicious breakfast and enjoyed their conversation. After they finished, Jackie said, “How about having dinner together?”
Kathy answered, “That sounds great. What time do you want to meet?”
“How does eight sound?”
“Fine. See you then. Have a fun day.”
As they were walking through the lobby, Jackie spotted a rack that held scores of brochures and maps of the area. “Let’s stop and see where we want to go,” she said.
“Why don’t you see if they have something about the candy factory you wanted to visit,” Jerry said. They began to look over the rack and took some brochures. Jackie found an area map that identified the local attractions. “Here’s something about the candy factory. It’s near a place called Cresco on Route Three Ninety,” Jerry said. Now all we have to do is find Route Three Ninety.”
“Let’s take all this stuff to our room and plan where we want to go,” Jackie said.
When they got to the room, the maid was just finishing cleaning. When she saw them, she hurriedly completed her work. Jerry said, “Maybe she thinks you look horny and need some attention.” Although that thought had not crossed Jackie’s mind, the suggestion did give her a little shot of adrenaline.
She pulled Jerry into the room and closed the door. “Let’s see if your friend is interested.” It didn’t take Jackie long to gain Jerry’s attention, and what followed was a brief bu
t passionate lovemaking session.
“Well, that makes the effort of the maid justified,” Jackie pointed out.
Jerry got dressed and Jackie used the bathroom. They decided to drive to the candy factory. The map indicated a Christmas shop and an antique store on the way. Jackie said, “We may stop at a few places before we get to the candy factory.” They gathered up their things and walked to the car.
When they got outside, they saw it had snowed about eight inches during the night. Jerry said, “I wonder if they’ve plowed the roads yet.”
“Do you think we’ll have a problem?” Jackie asked.
No, the SUV will do just fine.” They had purchased a new Lincoln SUV in the fall, and this would be the first time Jerry would have a chance to try the four-wheel drive.
They had been on the road a short time when they saw a sign for Route 940. Jackie was the navigator and said, “We want to go east on Nine Forty.” Almost immediately Jackie spotted the 940 sign and Jerry turned east. “Now we need to find Three Ninety. The town of Cresco is where we want to end up.”
They had been on 940 for five minutes when they saw the Christmas shop. “Turn in!”
“Don’t we have enough decorations?” Jerry asked.
“You can never get enough Christmas,” Jackie responded.
“Fine. I’ll pull in so you can find some more treasures.” They spent a short time looking around, and Jackie managed to buy only one basket of decorations. Jerry paid the clerk, and they were back on the road again. “The sign indicates it’s five miles to Three Ninety. You’ll want to go north on Three Ninety.” It wasn’t long before they arrived at the candy factory.
The sign outside listed times when there was a demonstration showing how they made their candy. It was 11:20 a.m., and Jackie exclaimed, “Great! We arrived just in time. There’s a demonstration as eleven thirty.” They parked and went into the building. On the right side was a never-ending display of just about any type of candy one had ever seen. To the left of the front door was a seating area. People were starting to take their seats, and Jackie said, “Let’s sit near the front.”
