A Knockout

Oh my god I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't. This was my fantasy and just the thought of her letting me come in her mouth had me so excited that I just trembled. I couldn't speak. Even if I could have spoken, I was afraid I would accidentally say something that would ruin the moment and she would change her mind.

Then before I could muster any kind of real answer the condom was lying in the middle of the floor, and my cock was in her mouth. And I swear to god she started making the same yummy noises that she had made at dinner while she was eating her desert.

Her sucking was pretty amazing and I could feel every one of her yummy sounds vibrating through my cock and into my body. It was intense and having been close to coming a couple of time while we were fucking, I knew I wasn't going to last very long. I just wanted it to take longer than her forty-five seconds to orgasm, but I couldn't hold off and without warning her I came.

Being that is was her first time I expected her to pull off after the first squirt, but Jessica didn't miss a beat. She sucked me the whole time I was coming and then some, bobbing and sucking like a machine. It finally started to hurt a little so I put my hand on her head to make her stop. She just sat there for a moment, then I felt her mouth tugging on my cock as she swallowed. After that she picked her head up and smiled about how hard she had made me come. At that point I seriously doubted that this was her first time.

After I came I laid there thinking that she would probably want me to stay and cuddle until morning. But that isn't what happened. As soon as my orgasm was over she was ready for me to leave. This was so not like any woman I'd ever been with before, but I wasn't complaining. I mean what could be better than to fuck a woman's brains out, get sucked off, and then go home without having to deal with all that do you really love me and how do you like your eggs crap. Then I realized that she must have been feeling exactly the same way about me, and it made me feel like a tool.

So I gathered up my clothes and while I got dressed Jessica threw on a nightshirt. We went downstairs and were kissing by the front door. With each kiss it seemed like Jessica wanted to have sex again. She would pant and strain against me like she had to have it, then push herself away from me and tell me I had to go. This game of yes and no went on until I heard the unmistakable sound of keys unlocking the front door.

Uh Oh, husband! Yup, all I could imagine was Jessica somehow neglected to tell me she was married, and I was about to be involved in a serious confrontation. But instead of a pissed off husband coming through the door, in walked a woman. She was all made up and was wearing a nice outfit that showed off her sexy figure. My guess was that this woman had been out on a date. To my relief, it seemed that Jessica had simply neglected to tell me that she had a roommate.

As the roommate shut the door she furled her brow and asked Jessica, "Is that my nightshirt?" She then turned and sized me up before uttering the iciest hello I'd heard in years. After that, the woman all but ordered Jessica to the kitchen for a talk. Jessica excused herself and dutifully followed, leaving me to stand by myself at the door.

The discussion in the kitchen was quiet at first, but soon became heated. I could easily tell they were arguing, but their voices were too low to hear what the argument was about. I figured that it must be about Jessica borrowing her roommate's nightshirt, or maybe Jessica was supposed to put a sock on the doorknob or something. Whatever it was, they were going at it.

I had no idea what I should do. Should I stay and wait for Jessica, wander into the kitchen and join the argument, or just leave and call Jessica later. It was awkward to say the least. So I just stood there, waiting, listening. I wanted to know if the argument had something to do with me, but I could only make out a word here and there. Then things got a little louder between the two, and I heard Jessica yell out loud and clear, "Dammit mom, I am eighteen years old now and I'll date who I want to."

...Holy what the fuck! Jessica was only eighteen?

Oh my god, oh my god. I had just taken a teenage girl out, gotten her all liquored up, and then spent a good hour fucking the living crap out of her. What kind of guy does that? Did I just unwittingly committed some sort of crime? I had to get out of there, and fast!

Yes, my first instinct was to bolt, and I was halfway out the door when the left side of my brain spoke up and demanded that I stay and do some damage control. A younger man probably would have told old left brain to fuck off and gone ahead and run, but I didn't.

I felt I at least owed some sort of explanation to Jessica's mother, and my opportunity to do so came sooner rather than later when Jessica's mom came wheeling out of the kitchen. Boy, did she ever look pissed. Our eyes locked in an icy pre-combat glare, then Jessica's mom started with her first volley.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? That's my eighteen year old daughter in there."

"I had free tickets to the comedy club, so we went. That's it." I lied, stupidly trying to make it sound like Jessica and I were somehow just friends.

"Don't you try and tell me that. The smell of sex is so thick on the two of you I could scrape it off with a vegetable peeler. I know you fucked her."

She had me there. I knew a clever rebuff would have helped my cause here, but I had nothing. At that point it looked like she wanted to hit me, and I am so glad she didn't.

Then her barrage continued. "So is this what you do? Run around and having sex with teenagers?"... "How the fuck old are you anyway? Forty-two, forty-three?"

"I'm thirty-nine." Of course I was lying again, but I figured I could shave a couple of years off of her guess and still be believable.

"Thirty-nine my ass."

I guess I pushed that age thing a little too far. I expected that - I'm going to hit you - look to come back again, but to my surprise her mother's icy glare actually started to defrost just a little instead.

"I know Jessica has a fake ID. I know she tells people she's twenty-one all the time so she can drink. Is that what she told you? Did she say she was twenty-one?"

"She told me twenty-six." Again I was lying through my teeth, knowing full well that Jessica and I never once discussed our ages.

The next few moments were as uncomfortable as they come. We just stood there saying nothing, while she tried as hard as she could to drill a hole in my head with her eyes. I used every defensive look and posture I knew, but she persisted in trying to kill me with that incredibly pissed off look of hers.

Then her mother's look changed from pissed off to just plain stern. "Well thirty-nine is too old for my daughter and you're still an asshole. Get the fuck out of my house."

I opened the door and started to leave, but I was stopped when her mother grabbed a fist full of my shirt and waived a finger at me as she offered the sternest of warnings.

"If I ever catch you anywhere near my daughter again I'm calling the cops. Got it?"

Then she let go of my shirt and shooed at me with the back of her hand as if I were some sort of bug.

Her final words to me were "Get the fuck out!"

Yeah I got that. I tried to leave the first time she said it. I didn't really have to be told twice. I was out of that door as fast as I could go. Apparently it wasn't fast enough. Jessica's mother managed to hit me with door as she slammed it shut behind me.

I could hardly believe that what had just happened was real. It all seemed so much like a dream that I just stood there on the stoop for a moment, stunned, wondering why I didn't listen to my Karma. It tried to stop me. It tried to tell me going out with Jessica was a huge mistake. This had to be the worst dating disaster in the history of dating disasters. But as bad as it was, things got even worse.

...Worse than getting chewed out like that? How could things possibly get any worse?

When I got to my car it wouldn't unlock. My car has one of those push to start systems with the key fob that unlocks the door from your pocket when you touch the handle. But I when grabbed the handle, nothing happened. It wouldn't fucking unlock.

I reached into my pocket and my worst fear was realized. There was no key. I had my house keys, but the car key just wasn't there. I checked all of my pockets. Still no Key. Fortunately I had parked under a streetlamp so I looked for it on the ground. Of course I didn't find it there. It must have fallen out while Jessica and I were yanking each other's clothes off.

That key had to be in that townhome somewhere and I wondered if there was any way I could get back in there and look for it without Jessica's mother knowing. Oh god, what the hell was I thinking? Going back in there for any reason would have been a gilded invitation for Jessica's mother to call the police. I could just see myself trying to convince some officer that I had somehow fucked Jessica in self-defense.

Then as leaned back against my car trying to decide what to do about the missing key, I heard Jessica's mom yelling again. There was no doubt that she was still pissed and the sound of her tirade was coming through the open upstairs window. Apparently her mom had found the mess Jessica and I had left in her bedroom.

"What the fuck Jessica? You couldn't use your own bed?"

"And what the hell is this in the middle of my fucking floor?"

"At least you were smart enough to use a god damn condom. Get your ass up here and get this nasty thing the hell out of my bedroom."

At that point I heard a man in the next townhome break out into uncontrollable laughter. That laughter was immediately followed by an abrupt yell of, "It's not funny Ron" from Jessica's mother, punctuated by the unmistakable sound of the bedroom window slamming shut. I had to smile when I realized this Ron fellow had probably been listening the whole time, including while Jessica and I were fucking.

Even though the neighbor's laughter provided me with some comic relief, it didn't provide me with a way to get into my car. I decided I would have to come back for my car in the morning, and hoped like hell that Jessica's mom wouldn't have it towed. Now I just needed some way to get home.

I thought about calling someone for help, but when I arrived at Jessica's I wasn't thinking about using my phone. I was thinking about getting laid, so I must have left my phone in the car. Yup I could see it there, sitting on my car's console safely locked away. My next thought was to break a window to get to my phone. Then I thought about the car alarm and how I had no way to shut it off without the key, and that would likely summon the police. So using my cell phone was out to the question.

I'm not all that sure who I could have called anyway. It wasn't like I was 20 years old and had a wingman of some sort. Guys in their fifties don't have a wingman. In fact I only have one friend I would consider calling in the middle of the night, and once I told him the predicament I was in, I'm sure he would just laugh at me and hang up.

What I needed was a cab. For one brief moment I actually thought about asking Jessica's mother to call me a cab, but that moment of thought was as brief as they come. There was no way in hell that I was going risk asking that woman for anything.

Then the thought crossed my mind that I should just go ask the neighbor if he would call me a cab. After all I practically knew the guy. His name was Ron, I knew he was awake, and he was probably watching me from the shadows that very moment. Yeah, watching and laughing at me and my predicament. I really didn't want to go knock at Ron's door, but it seemed like that was my only choice.

Just as I had resigned myself to go grovel to the neighbor, Jessica came sneaking out of the townhouse. She came to me on her tip-toes, smiling, doing her sexy walk as best she could in her bare feet. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body tight to mine, pinning me against my car.

I figured that Jessica must have been fleeing from her angry mother and wanted to go home with me, which would have been the biggest mistake of my life. I was safe in that regard because I had no way of getting home myself.

Then Jessica gave me a kiss and whispered, "Best fucking night ever!"

I whispered back. "I can't find my car key." But Jessica just didn't respond.

Instead she just shoved something soft into my hand and quietly ran, almost skipping, back to the townhome. When she got to the door she stopped, looked over her shoulder to make sure I was watching, flipped the back of her night shirt up, and wiggled her bare ass at me. Then she slipped back inside, quietly shutting the door behind her.

I opened my hand to see what she had given me. It was her panties. She had brought me the souvenir I wanted. For the moment I forgot about being locked out of my car. All I could think of was that wet spot so I picked those panties up by a corner to see if it was still there, and when I did... my car key fell out. Jessica had brought me my key and gift wrapped it in her panties. She was sweet, and I was free to go!

Once I was out of Jessica's neighborhood and on more familiar roads, some things started making more sense to me. Jessica didn't want to be picked up before 7:00 because her mother might still be there. Then after we fucked she was trying to get me to leave because her mother would be home soon. And the reason all of her friends at Noodles looked so young is because they were actually young. In fact, I probably should have known just how young Jessica really was from the start, but I suppose I didn't really want to know.

Then as I pulled into my garage I started wondering about what Jessica had said to me. What did she mean by, "best fucking night ever?" Did she mean it was the best night of fucking? Was dinner and the comedy club the best date she had ever been on? Or, was showing her mother she was old enough to date who she wanted a thrill for her? Whatever Jessica meant by best night ever, I knew that part of it really turned her on, and I was holding a stained pair of panties that proved it.

For the next few days I half expected a knock at my door from the police, but it seemed that Jessica's mother stayed true to her word and didn't make that call. Nevertheless I went out of my way to avoid running into Jessica. I deleted Jessica's number from my phone, and changed the place where I got my hair cut. I also avoided restaurants and stores near where she worked or lived. It's not like I never wanted to see Jessica again, but I couldn't risk her mother calling the police.

I all of this I did risk making contact with Jessica in one way. I started to call Knockouts every few weeks to see if she still worked there. If they said she was available I would simply hang up. Yeah real mature, right? I didn't care how mature it was. I wanted to know if she was still there. Deep down I guess I needed to know that I could still go talk to her if I wanted to... Like I said, it's not the most mature thing I've ever done.

They say that love conquers all, and this kind of story usually ends with some poor sap running through an airport trying to keep his true love from boarding an airplane that has already left the gate. That never happened here, because I never loved Jessica. Not even close. I just wanted to fuck her. And as far as I could tell, Jessica felt exactly the same way about me.

Then just last week I called Knockouts for the first time in probably a year and asked for Jessica. The gal on the phone told me she had left and gone to work for the competition, a place called Sport Clips. Imagine that. Jessica had moved to the very place where I was now getting my haircut. So I stayed on the line and asked for an appointment with Tina.

So there you have it. It has been four long years since I've been here at Knockouts. Jessica no longer works here and my exile is over. I am once again at the greatest place ever invented for a guy to get a haircut. The view is as amazing as ever, and as I sit and watch from my favorite seat, I hope like hell that no one decides to ask me what this stupid grin on my face is all about.