Jenna’s tits bounced wildly in my face as she rode my cock. Her pussy was pure blissful heaven. The warm wet feeling around my cock was a euphoria that no booze, drug, or woman had ever given me before. I watched her licking her lips while her hips gyrated back and forth grinding on my bare cock. I counted the freckles on her face. I held tight to her hand as her pussy clinched around my cock. I rubbed her clit vigorously and felt the fullest effect of her orgasm. She was trying to hold out so that we could come together. I closed my eyes and felt myself letting go. I was going to cum in Jenna. I was going to fill the sexy temptress teen that I had been dying to fuck for months.
I opened my eyes as my cum flooded into the tight wet pussy of a different young lady. Chloe rode my cock just the same way my imagination had Jenna doing and it was sexy and it made me cum but somehow it was lacking the excitement. It was lacking the lust. It was lacking in the desire. I needed Jenna. No matter how hot any other woman was she was the only one that was going to fully satisfy my libido.
Chloe rolled over off of me. We laid together in my bed completely spent from our early morning round two. I watched her perky tits rise and fall with her exasperated breathing as she regathered her strength. I ran my eyes down her body to her toned legs and over her feet. What a fucking shame. I had just fucked an absolute stunner, twice, and had cum in her both times and I couldn’t even fully enjoy it because I was hung up on the barely legal teammate of my own daughter.
After a few moments of come down she gathered her clothes. As she stood from the bed she started to put on her walk-of-shame outfit. It didn’t seem as sexy to me this time as it did in the photo the night before.
“Not to cheapen that,” she said nonchalantly as she put her over head head and let it fall down her body. “But do you want to give me cash for the morning after pill or come get it with me or what?”
“I don’t think I have any cash. I could go to the pharmacy with you to get it.”
Barely ten minutes later we were in my car. I was calling my boss and telling him some lie of a stomach bug that might have been food poisoning from the shitty Chinese food I’d had the night before and that I’d handle calling my appointments to reschedule. Chloe sat with her feet up on my passenger seat with her eyes glued to my phone. Honestly if it were a different scenario I could have mistaken her for my daughter Emily on first glance.
After I finished my phone call I asked her what sort of music she liked. I’d never heard of any of it. I settled putting on a mix of the punk and new wave that I’d grown up on. She didn’t give me much of a reaction to the the first song (I think it was Iggy Pop) and I told her she could change it. She started skipping songs until finally coming across something she recognized.
“You like the Smiths?” I asked trying not to sound disbelieving.
“It was in a movie.”
We sat in silence for another twenty minutes while driving all the way to Wake Forest where I could chance going into a pharmacy and not being recognized. Eventually I was awkwardly walking up to a pharmacist and asking them what I needed to buy. She gave me a look that said “at least you’re owning this part of it too.” We stopped at a Starbucks on the way back to my house. After the espresso made its way to our bloodstreams the conversation got better. We warmed up to each other by singing along to The Cure and discussing our preferences in coffee. I told her that I hated how hard it can be to find a Dunkin in this area. She told me I was such a stereotype. She took a hit of her bowl in my car which I didn’t stop but wasn’t overly pleased with.
As we approached my driveway the obvious tension loomed. I wasn’t sure how to say a goodbye after this. She wasn’t very great at leading the conversation like Jenna was. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to see her again let alone did I know if she’d want that. She kept glancing back and forth from me to her phone. I parked my SUV beside her little yellow Accent. She sure had a thing about yellow.
“So…” I breathed with a severe lack of certainty to what I should say next.
“That was fun.” she chimed in. “We should do it again.”
“Yeah.” I replied dryly. “That was fun.”
She leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
“I’m working tonight and tomorrow night but I’m free again on Friday. Maybe we could have dinner?” She offered.
“Well my daughter is coming back from Europe on Friday and I’m supposed to pick her up from the airport and I’m sure she and I will be catching up on her trip after we get back to the house…”
“Oh I didn’t realize you’re kids were still at home.”
“Just Emily. She’ll be going to Virginia for school in about six weeks. My son’s back in Boston.”
“Where’s your wife?”
I gave her a confused look. Not sure how to offer up that information.
“Like, you’re still married right? Still with your wife? She’s out of town on business or something?”
“No uhhh…”
She had this look in her eye that she was used to having this conversation.
“My wife… passed away.” I offered straight and tried to not to seem emotional with that information.
“Yeah. Sure.”
“No really. She… she died in a car accident about three years ago…”
“Seriously?” Chloe asked staring me in the eye doing her lie detector test.
“Yes. That’s why my daughter and I came to North Carolina. I wanted a… I don’t know a fresh start?”
“Oh shit. You’re not lying.” she spat out. “I am SOOOO sorry!”
“No really it’s okay.”
“No I’m sorry. Guys tell me all sorts of shit to get out of seeing me again or to hide me from their wives and I’m just used to that and I’m… I’m just sorry.”
“Chloe. It’s cool. You’re actually the first woman I’ve had sex with since she passed. I should have told you all of this before.”
We talked for a few more minutes before agreeing that I would call her again on Monday for a date. I wasn’t sure that I wanted that date but I wasn’t going to get with Jenna again and honestly the sex was pretty good. I figured I could live with it if it meant I’d get some ass again.
*****
Friday morning I got an email from Emily that their flight had been delayed and they wouldn’t be arriving at RDU until 11pm. She attached a picture of her and Jenna celebrating at the stadium when the US Women’s team won the World Cup in France. They both looked like they’d had a great time. I couldn’t wait to talk to my daughter about all of the things she’d seen and about seeing the World Cup. That was her dream. Maybe four years from now she’d be defending that championship. I also couldn’t wait to see Jenna. I hoped that things had been just as fun for her and that maybe she’d found that confidence again after things had settled down in her relationship with Justin. One thing’s for sure, he was a lucky little punk to get to have such a sexy and bold young woman as a girlfriend.
I made my plan to pick Emily up late in the evening and skipped the gym to go home and sleep so that I wouldn’t be tired by the time the plane landed. My alarm rang from my phone around a quarter past ten that evening and I crawled out of the bed and sleepily made the drive across town the terminal. I checked my phone on the way there and saw another email that Emily had sent telling me that Jenna needed a ride home.
I met Emily at the gate and threw her bags in the back of my Lexus but Jenna was nowhere to be seen. Emily told me she had gone to the bathroom after they left baggage claim and should be coming any minute. We chatted a bit about the trip but Emily was exhausted and she fell asleep as we circled the pick up lane a few times waiting for Jenna to appear. On the fourth trip I spotted her. She was wearing a white tank top with a blue bra underneath. I could see that from pretty far away. Her tits looked the best I’d ever seen them even from the distance. Her curly hair was bouncy and she had clearly touched up her makeup since they’d gotten off their plane.
I parked and hopped out of the car to take her bags. I reached out my had to take her larger suitcase but instead I was greeted with an enthusiastic hug and a quick and subtle kiss on my neck.
“I’m single. I want you. Tonight.” she whispered before pulling away.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cdq34c/mf_please_please_please_let_me_get_what_i_want
Please, tell me, you have pics of either of them?!
Great follow-up. Can’t wait for the next installment. Love the dynamic between Jake and Chloe and can’t wait to find out what happens with Jenna.
I’ve only read the last three of these, I totally love them!
I used to make erotic stuff here. I remember people telling me how they absolutely needed the second part a story that was left cut off. I never understood that desperate need until now. I need to know what happens! I want to come for your writing.
Fuck me in reality
Stellar series of stories, I love the depth and mixture of emotions and the anxiety that you have woven skillfully into the hot scenes and the banal ones as well as the dynamics of the girls and Jake. I am not presuming the narrator is you or the story is true but it is told in a way that you got me totally hooked into, and I am neither a young sexy girl or a middle-aged man but you are masterful at crafting a narrative ark and taking the story in surprising and challenging directions and end with a string of ambiguity. Can’t wait to read what comes next. Keep up the good work.