A Day on the River

"Jacks, I have great news!" I said.

"What's that, Slate?"

"I spoke to the Dean yesterday, he got what he needed from Jimmy and it's all set. Jimmy has been accepted as a transfer student."

"That's wonderful, Slate," Jacks said. "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"The Dean will be mailing a packet to Jimmy on Monday," I said, "Classes begin the Tuesday after Labor Day Weekend, and he'll need to meet with an academic advisor to set up his program. You should probably get him out here as soon as possible so that he can get situated."

"Knowing Jimmy he's probably out tonight and will be recovering tomorrow," Jacks said with a laugh, "I'll call him Monday."

We ate our meal making small talk, then headed out to a small club for drinks and dancing.

Fortunately, there were no more Ty sightings, and we just spent a nice evening dancing. I especially enjoyed the slow dances, being held tight in Jacks' strong arms.

All too soon, we decided to call it a night and Jacks took me home. As he prepared to kiss me good night, I asked if he would like to come in for a little bit.

Silly question! His shit-eating grin was all the answer I needed, and the door was barely closed before he took me in his arms and we kissed as if it was the last kiss we would ever have.

We didn't need any more drinks and Jacks had a 30-minute drive back to Round Rock, so we sat on my couch and continued with our passionate kisses. His hands running up and down my back sent chills down my spine, then his right hand started caressing my left thigh and I could feel my pussy moistening.

When he put his hand on my breast I could feel myself losing control, and I gathered all my will power and gently but firmly pushed him away.

"I...I'm sorry, Jacks," I whispered, "I guess I've been giving out mixed signals, but I just ended one relationship and I don't think I should be jumping into one so quickly, though God knows I want you!"

"I understand, Slate," he said, "I won't say I'm not frustrated, but I think we might have something special here, and I don't want to blow it by moving too fast. Besides, we have to get up early for church tomorrow."

"Yeah, that's kind of my feeling, too," I said, "Why don't we call it a night? I'll pick you up between 9:30 and 9:45 tomorrow morning."

With that, we stood up and I walked him to the door. We had another kiss that nearly made me reverse my decision, but this time, it was Jacks who was the responsible adult and we broke the kiss.

"I'll see you in the morning," Jacks said as he headed to his truck, giving me one final wave as he got in and drove off. I once again needed to lean against the door and decided that my trusty vibrator was going to get a workout tonight.

The sun shining softly through my curtains woke me even before my alarm went off. I was remarkably relaxed considering how wound up I was the night before. I turned off my alarm and hopped in the shower, using my favorite body wash. I got dressed, had a light breakfast, then headed out to pick up Jacks.

When I pulled into the church parking lot I could see Robert, Martha and Susan making their way in, but Claire was still standing in the parking lot, bouncing from one foot to the other. When she saw my car, she nearly jumped out of her skin and came running over; I had to be careful not to hit her!

"Oh, Slate," she said, "I was afraid you wouldn't come."

"Why?" I asked, "I said I would, didn't I?"

She looked embarrassed.

"We-e-ll," she said, "You had your date with Jacks last night, and..."

I pretended to be offended, but I couldn't keep it up and broke out laughing.

"Oh, Sweetie," I said, "That's too funny! Maybe I should have a talk with your parents."

Claire looked terrified. "Oh, no, you can't. Please don't."

"All right, Honey, it will be our little secret, but you and I are going to have to have a talk later."

Claire blushed and the three of us made out way into the church. The Minister was still greeting people at the door, and when I introduced Jacks, she grabbed both of his hands and thanked him for his part in rescuing Claire. Jacks modestly accepted her thanks and we made our way to Claire's family. I did notice a few odd looks at our appearance, but nothing overtly hostile.

It was another enjoyable church service, and I noticed that Jacks had a very pleasant singing voice. During the coffee hour, as people learned about Jacks' part in rescuing Claire, the odd looks went away and Jacks received many warm handshakes and claps on the back.

Claire rode with us as we followed her family back to her house where her mother put out quite a spread for lunch.

Jacks totally charmed Claire's family, even Susan seemed impressed. I nearly died when Martha asked about our date, but Jacks was a total gentleman, giving out just enough information while gently deflected the more personal questions. I really wanted to dig a hole and crawl in when she asked him if he had any sort of a regular girlfriend.

Jacks stiffened just a bit. "I'm a one woman at a time kind of guy," he said, "If I had a girlfriend I never would have asked Slate out. My last girlfriend and I broke up a few months ago; she didn't share my views on fidelity."

Martha turned bright red. "I'm sorry, Jacks, I didn't mean to imply that you were anything less than true. What I was thinking was that you might have had a girlfriend that you weren't exclusive with."

Jacks relaxed. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Collins, it is I who should apologize. I over-reacted without giving you a chance to clarify what you meant."

With that, everything got back to normal, and while I helped Martha clean-up she leaned close and said, "Don't let him go, Slate, he's a keeper."

I just nodded and said, "It certainly looks good right now, but it's still very early." I dried my hands and went looking for Jacks. He was in the living room. Robert had his hand on Jacks' arm and seemed to be having an earnest conversation. I decided to leave them alone and went to find Claire.

Soon, Robert and Martha were organizing parlor games, and it wasn't lost on me that they kept arranging for Jacks and me to be partners. Robert and Martha kept giving us knowing looks, and Claire and Susan were putting their heads together and giggling.

Jacks leaned close and whispered, "I think someone is trying to play matchmaker."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" I blurted out.

"I thought you were the one who wanted to go slow?" Jacks said.

"I know, I know," I said, "But I have to admit that I'm getting more comfortable with the idea."

"I don't think I need to tell you that I'm already there," Jacks said.

I just smiled.

I tried to beg off, but Robert and Martha insisted that we stay for dinner, and I'm a sucker for a good home-cooked meal, especially one that I don't have to cook. Eventually, we had to go so that I could drop Jacks off and make the lonely drive home.

For the next few weeks, we fell into a happy routine. Friday or Saturday, sometimes both, Jacks and I would go out, most Sundays we would meet Claire's family for church and family fun time. Our post-date activities were getting hotter, with more and more clothes coming off, but for some reason we hadn't taken that final step.

Jimmy was flying in the weekend before the 4th of July, and I went to the airport with Jacks to pick him up. Jacks dropped his truck at my house and we took my Merc because it was more comfortable for three people. When Jimmy came out of the Arrivals gate and saw us, he seemed to stiffen a bit; I guess Jacks hadn't bothered to tell him that I was black. He recovered quickly, strode over and gave Jacks a big brotherly hug.

He turned to me, extending his hand. "You must be Slate," he said, "Thanks for your help with my transfer."

"It was my pleasure," I said taking his hand, then pulling him into a hug. He stiffened again, but relaxed. "Jacks has told me so much about you, and I'm looking forward to getting to know you better."

"Jacks told me a lot about you, too," Jimmy said, "But he didn't tell me... just how beautiful you were."

'Good recovery,' I thought, smiling to myself, as we went to collect his luggage.

When we got back to my house, we loaded Jimmy's luggage into Jacks' truck. As Jimmy got into the truck, I gave Jacks a steamy good-bye kiss; out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jimmy turning red before he turned around facing front.

"What time should I pick you up Saturday?" Jacks asked.

"I'm sorry, Honey, I have some things I need to do," I said, "I'll see you at church Sunday morning before the Collins' cook-out."

Jacks' face dropped, obviously disappointed, and I took pity on him.

I stood on tip-toe and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, Baby, it will be worth it."

His look went back and forth between confusion and lust as he got into the driver's seat and headed back to Round Rock.

I suppose I could have kept our date Saturday night, but I was planning some fireworks that weekend, and figured it would be appropriate to save them for the Fourth!

I booked a spa day for Saturday, and was pampered within an inch of my life. I was a little nervous, I had always kept a pretty full bush, just a bikini wax in the summer, but this time I was having almost all of it off, leaving just a landing strip. I thought I knew what I was getting into after my bikini waxes, but this was a whole different thing. I just hoped that Jacks appreciated it!

As we walked into the church, we introduced Jimmy to Rev. Johnson.

Rev. Johnson grasped Jacks' hands and made her usual pitch, "Jacks, I've heard you sing, and you have a beautiful voice, why won't you join our choir?"

"June, I would love to, and if it was just Sunday mornings I would join in a heartbeat," Jacks said, "but you know there's more to it than that. If I joined, there would be the additional commitments to choir practice. When I do something, I commit myself fully, and I'm not ready to make that commitment right now."

I could swear I saw Jacks glance over to me as he said that, but before I could be sure, he was looking back at Rev. Johnson.

"Thank you, Jacks," June said, "I understand, but please keep us in mind."

"Of course, June," Jacks said.

As we took our seats Jacks said, "Maybe we could join together?"

That caught me off guard. "Y...Yes, maybe."

I was on edge the entire service. Jacks had been dropping subtle, and not so subtle, hints that he wanted to take our relationship to the next level, but I just wasn't sure.

It wasn't until the service was over that I realized that Claire had sat next to Jimmy, and from the glances she was shooting his way, I didn't think that it was coincidental.

Robert and Martha needed to get moving to prepare for the big cookout, so Jacks and I agreed to wait for the girls to finish Sunday School. Jimmy seemed disappointed that Claire had to go, but he relaxed and had some coffee and pastry while making small talk with some of the younger people in the congregation.

As soon as Claire and Susan were out of class, we headed back to Claire's house. Somehow, the girls managed to maneuver Jimmy into the middle of the back seat while they sat on either side.

The cookout was a rousing success. Martha was a fantastic cook and Robert manned the grill. I wondered how they would feed so many people, then I noticed that everyone brought something to share. Although there were coolers full of beer and wine coolers, unlike many similar events I had gone to, nobody got out of control.

We played all sorts of lawn games: badminton, croquet and horseshoes; some of us just flopped down in lawn chairs to recover.

As the sun went down, most of us piled into cars to go to watch the fireworks display. We spread out a couple of blankets; Jacks and I cuddled on one, the three kids sat on the other. I could tell that Jimmy and Claire wanted to cuddle, too, but with everyone watching, reluctantly behaved themselves.

When the fireworks display ended, I didn't want this day to be over. I was as horny as a cat in heat and Jacks had been stoking those fires under the cover of the darkness between the bursts of light from the show. An idea struck me.

"Jacks, do you trust Jimmy to drive your truck and take the girls home?"

He grinned. "Sure, you got something in mind?"

"Indeed, I do," I gave him my most seductive look. "I was thinking maybe you would like enjoy driving me home in the Merc. You've been dying to get your hands on that wheel."

His arms were around me and I was leaning back against him, sitting between his legs. His hands slid up to cup my breasts. My nipples instantly sprang erect and I shivered as he rolled the left one between his thumb and forefinger. "I can think of something I'd rather get my hands on," he whispered in my ear.

I pushed his hand away with a great deal of effort. "Wheel," I said. "Drive me home. We'll see what you get your hands on when we get there."

We arranged for Jimmy to take the girls home and Claire seemed totally down with the plan. Jacks and I walked to the Merc, hip to hip with his arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. God, he was huge and warm.

While Jacks drove us back to Austin, I called Robert and Martha and Martha answered.

"Martha, Jimmy is bringing the girls home. Please don't let him stay too late."

"Why not have him stay here?" Martha asked. "We have a guest room he can use."

I turned to Jacks, "Martha wants to let Jimmy spend the night, do you think it's okay?"

"I guess so," he said, "if she makes sure he stays in his own room,"

Martha heard Jacks and laughed, "Tell Jacks not to worry, we'll make sure they behave."

Jacks heard her and gave me a nod.

"Okay, Martha," I said, "be sure to send him home after breakfast." I hung up.

We rode in silence for a while, then I placed my hand on his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Slate, as good as that feels, if you want me to get us back to your place in one piece I think you should move your hand."

I jerked my hand back, gave him a pat on the shoulder before returning my hand to my lap.

We got back to my house and barely restrained ourselves from running to the door. I fumbled with my keys a bit but I got the door open. We had barely closed the door before we fell into each other's arms, kissing passionately.

We were tearing off our clothes as we staggered to the couch, our shirts were off and I had just removed my bra as we plopped down on the couch.

Our mouths came back together while our tongues dueled, and Jacks gently caressed my left breast. I broke the kiss for a moment.

"Jacks," I said, "I'm a big girl. I won't break, you don't have to be so gentle." He silenced me with a kiss.

Jacks hesitated for just a moment, then started massaging my breast with an increased pressure. It hurt a bit, but it was a good hurt. As he tweaked my nipple, I lay back to give him access to my other breast and he wasted no time giving equal time to my right breast.

Initially, I just gave myself over to the sweet sensations emanating from my breasts, but felt that we needed to move things along, so I reached down to undo Jacks' belt.

My intent wasn't lost on him, and he said, "I think we should move this to somewhere more comfortable."

I nodded my agreement and Jack stood up dropping his jeans as he did so and kicking them off his feet. As I started to get up, he scooped me up in his powerful arms. As I said, I'm a big girl, but he picked me up like I was nothing.

As he carried me to the bedroom, I loosened my jeans, and as soon as he dropped me on my bed, he pulled my jeans and panties off in one smooth move. He obviously noticed my freshly waxed pussy and couldn't suppress a small smile.

He climbed onto the bed and was pushing my legs apart, but I had other ideas. I knew that as excited as he was and this being our first time, he wouldn't last long, so I decided to deal with that right now. I firmly pushed him onto his back.

"Wha...What are you doing, Slate?" he asked.

"Just relax and enjoy, Jacks," I said, "I know what I'm doing."

I had felt Jacks' cock before, but as I pulled his boxers off I had my first face-to-face encounter; I was suitably impressed. While not some monster, it was certainly commensurate with his size. I'm not any sort of a size queen, but even if I were, this was good, very good!

Leaning forward, I gently licked around his circumcised head, feeling him quiver with excitement. It felt silky smooth; it was soft, but there was steel in there. I took the head into my mouth and began to very slowly take in his entire length.

When I buried my nose in his pubic hair, I caught his smell, faintly musky with a hint of some manly smelling soap. I felt another quiver, then I started to move up and down his length. After just a few strokes, Jacks tried to warn me off.

"Slate, if you keep that up I'm gonna blow!"

I knew that was going to happen. I pulled off his cock just long enough to smile and say, "That's the whole point, Jacks, just let it go." I went back to my most pleasant chore.

I locked eyes with him, never looking away as I saw ecstasy growing on his face. He began to tremble a little and I knew he was close. Suddenly, this wasn't about getting him off so we could move on to better things. This was something else. This was my gift to my man. This was loving on a whole different level than I had ever experienced and I could feel how aroused this made me. I was giving pleasure to my man and I realized that I was in love with Jackson, I would do this again and again, as often as he wanted because I loved him and I loved doing this for him. As he swelled in my mouth and in my throat, I felt the first burst fire deep in my throat. I wanted to see him, so I pulled back, just working on the head and filling my mouth. After swallowing it I started to get up, but Jacks grabbed my arm.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To brush my teeth," I said as he pulled me close.

"There's no need," he said as he laid a big kiss on me. He laughed, "Slate, if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me."

I was shocked! No guy had ever kissed me after I gave him head, even if he didn't cum in my mouth. Well, if he didn't mind, I sure wasn't going to complain, so I kissed him right back.

He gently kissed down my neck while caressing my breasts, until his lips reached my hard nipples. At least, I thought they were hard; as Jacks sucked on first one and then the other they got harder than I could ever remember. I was getting wetter by the second as his tongue dipped down between my breasts and he trailed kisses down to my navel.

I had never considered my navel a particularly erogenous zone, but when Jacks dipped his tongue into it, I actually had a small orgasm.

He continued kissing down my belly and when he reached my landing strip, my pussy started gushing. Jacks licked up one side of my labia and down the other before gently latching onto my clit. I was so incredibly horny and needy that I knew this was going to be one for the ages. I could feel every nerve ending in my pussy tingling, every touch, every erotic nuance brought me higher toward an epic peak. When he inserted two fingers and stroked my g-spot, I exploded. Every muscle in my body went rigid as an agonizing pleasure gripped me with the hand of a giant. I heard someone moaning deliriously, only later, realizing it was me. My body was a taut band, winding, winding, then exploding as the tension was released. I bridged up, only my shoulders and lower legs touching the bed; then I was bucking uncontrollably, losing control of my muscles, only the ecstasy of his tongue, his lips, his fingers; that was my universe. I came explosively, surprising both of us when I squirted. I had never done that before, I had always thought that female ejaculation was a myth created by the porn industry; I guess I was wrong.