A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 12

With one last weak shudder and small squeak, my sexy brunette lover went limp. Gently, I pulled out of her. Other than a soft whimper, she gave no sign of consciousness. Moving so that I was standing beside her, I reached down and rubbed her back. Jessika moaned at my touch.

"I don't have words for that, Mark," she moaned through ragged breaths, her head still on the couch and her eyes closed

"For what?" I asked, although I was quite sure I knew.

"For what you just did to me," she sighed. "Orgasm just doesn't seem to cut it to describe what I felt."

"Was it just one, or more than one?"

"One - I think. One long one. It seemed like it might never end," she explained.

"Did I atone for my part in...?" I started to inquire.

"God yes," Jessika said. "You did far more than that. Now, help me sit up."

The lovely brunette pushed herself up and turned so that she was sitting on the arm of the couch. I helped her up and directed her until she was in front of it. She immediately sat down and sank back into the couch, her eyes closed.

"That was beyond... anything," she smiled, her breathing now almost back to normal. "Sit beside me, please."

I did as she asked, and Jessika leaned over against me. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her, stroking her upper arm with my thumb. Jessika sighed deeply, then turned her face toward mine and opened her eyes. I was surprised to see tears leaking from their corners.

"Are you okay, Jessika?" I asked her.

"I'm more than okay, lover," she purred as she rubbed my chest.

"But you are crying," I pointed out.

"Am I?" she asked. "I don't know why. I mean, I cried from frustration when you wouldn't let me cum, but we are well beyond that now."

"Here, let me get them," I said, and I wiped the tears away with my fingers.

"You're amazing, and not just with sex," she sighed.

We sat there a couple of minutes, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Not for the first time that evening, I thought about how much easier these things were with Jessika than with my younger lover.

"I have something to tell you, Mark," Jessika said abruptly.

"Okay," I replied, feeling a bit uneasy as the tone of her voice was odd.

"After what you just did for me, I think I'm willing to do anything you want," she said.

"We already do things that I like, Jessika," I told her.

"You don't understand - I'm offering to do whatever you want," she reiterated. "So, if you want a threesome with me and blonde Jessica, I'll do it."

"Jessika, you do not have to do that," I assured her. "I would not ask you to do that."

"But you want it, right?" she pushed.

"You know I have thought about it, and I will not deny the thought arouses me, but..."

"No buts," she interrupted. "You want to do it, and I'm willing to do it, so why shouldn't we?"

I sat there, looking at Jessika, unable to say anything more. I was sure that she could not be serious - that she must be teasing me - but her eyes were completely serious.

"I'll even take her up on her little contest," she said. "But be warned - I play to win."

For a moment, I imagined Jessika and Jessi both naked, trying their best to please me more than the other one did. It was beyond my wildest fantasies, and for a moment I wanted to take my brunette lover up on her offer, but my rational mind knew I could not do so.

"No."

"Do you mean 'no' I shouldn't play to win or 'no' you don't want to do it," Jessika inquired.

"I mean we are not going to do it," I declared.

"This isn't some kind of a test, Mark," the brunette told me after a few moments of silence. "I'm serious."

"Why?" I blurted out, no longer able to contain myself. "Why would you change your mind on something you were adamant you would never do? Something about which you felt so strongly?"

"Because no one has ever made me feel like you do, Mark Warner," she explained, "and I'm not just talking about that orgasm, or any other sex we have had. You make me feel good about myself, and about my sexuality."

"So you are willing to do something that would probably make you feel bad?" I asked her.

"Nothing I've done with you so far has made me feel bad," she countered.

"What about the anal sex, oh, and the tile floor," I reminded her.

"The first of those was just painful in the aftermath, and the second was merely uncomfortable while we were doing it," she explained. "Neither made me feel bad about myself. And neither did giving you a 'happy ending' to the massage, if you're going to try that next. I surprised myself by doing it, but I never really felt bad that I did it with you."

"I do not want to do anything that might destroy our friendship," I told her.

"Neither do I, Mark," she agreed. "But even if I hate it, I won't blame you. I'm making this offer."

"Have you considered that what you are saying now is a product of post-organic bliss and that you might severely regret making this offer when you have more time to reflect on it?" I suggested.

"I don't know," she admitted, "so it would be best to take me up on it now before I have time to come down from the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

"I cannot," I said. "Even if I have never made you feel bad about yourself through something we have done, the other party in this cannot say the same."

"What if I offered to do it with someone else of your choice?" Jessika asked, surprising me even more.

"I would still decline," I advised her.

"You're really serious," Jessika mused - it was not a question.

"It is not something I need," I explained. "Keeping you in my life is."

The brunette snuggled closer to me and sighed, before saying, "Then think of something else you want to do and let me know. You have a 'Your Fantasy Comes True' pass."

"Just because I gave you that orgasm?" I inquired.

"No - I already told you it is not just that," Jessika clarified. "But because I realized tonight how much you have helped me get past all the shit I went through with my ex."

After she said that, we both sat in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness. I did not even try to think of something I might want her to do, and I was not sure I ever would. Just knowing that I had made such a difference in her life meant a lot to me. Besides, I was quite sure we would be exploring a lot more together, and I was willing to let that take its natural course. Then it did occur to me there was something I wanted.

"This might not rise to the level of what you were thinking," I said, "But going for some pizza is something I would like to do with you."

Jessika sat up and glared at me - or at least she pretended to do so. However, she could barely maintain a straight face.

"I am serious about making a fantasy come true for you, Mark," she stressed.

"You are very cute when you are pretending to be angry, Squeaker," I laughed.

"Don't call me cute," the lovely brunette snarled, or rather tried to snarl, but the effect was ruined when she started laughing.

We both laughed for some time, then Jessika stood up, took me hand, pulled me to my feet, and said, "Let's get dressed. We can't go for pizza like this."

"Oh, I do not think any men we met would mind if you went like that," I suggested.

"Yeah, but you would be jealous," she grinned, and then she shook her body like she was dancing, and I almost forget entirely about pizza.

"Go get dressed before I throw you to the floor and have my way with you," I told her.

Jessika stuck her tongue out at me, then pivoted and strutted toward her bedroom, making sure to sway her hip as much as possible. I shook my head and started to gather up my clothes.

***

On the way to a nearby pizza place, Jessika suggested Chinese instead. I readily agree. Not twenty minutes later, we were sitting side-by-side in a booth, laughing, as I attempted to teach my lovely brunette lover how to eat rice with chopsticks.

"This is fucking impossible," Jessika lamented a bit too loudly, earning glares from a waitress and a couple of nearby diners.

"It is not," I assured her. "Just make sure the sticks form a 'v' underneath the rice, like this"

I showed her how to do it again, bringing a clump of rice to my mouth. Jessika narrowed her eyes and tossed her chopsticks down on the table.

"Can I please just ask for a fork?" she sighed.

"You will get the hang of it," replied, smiling at her.

The curvy brunette sitting beside me shook her head, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'll suck you dry in the parking lot if you go get me a fork."

I looked into those earnest gray eyes and felt me penis immediately start to harden.

"I am not sure I can get up right now," I confessed, which set Jessika to giggling, again drawing looks from others in the restaurant.

When Jessika was able to control her giggles, she waved to our waitress. While she did so, her other hand was rubbing my now fully erect manhood through my pants.

"May I have a fork please," she asked sweetly when the waitress came over to see what she wanted.

The waitress gave both of us a dubious look before she left to retrieve a fork.

"Your face is red, lover," Jessika whispered to me as the waitress walked away.

"I am sure it is," I sighed.

"Sorry," Jessika chuckled as she gave my penis a squeeze. "And don't worry about not getting me the fork. I will still do that for you."

I would like to say that I handled the rest of the meal calmly, but that would be a lie. The truth is that we both rushed through our meals, although I was frequently distracted by Jessika rubbing my crotch, keeping me hard throughout dinner. When the check came, I stuffed more than enough money for the meal and a good tip in the check holder and stood up. I was careful to try to keep my groin turned away from the nearest diners. Jessika, taking pity on my aroused state, put herself right in front of me. We walked out quickly, staying too close together, which resulted in some disapproving stares.

Once we were outside the restaurant, Jessika broke into laughter. I wanted to be annoyed with her amusement at my discomfort, but I was taken by the sight of my beautiful lover, wearing skintight jeans, high heels, and a tight sweater, almost doubled over laughing.

"I am not sure I think it is all that funny," I scolded her, which caused her to laugh even harder.

"Oh yes it is," she said a few seconds later as she brought her laughter under control. "Now, get in the back seat and I will make it all worth it."

"I do not know..." I started, but Jessika opened her mouth wide and slid her tongue slowly along her full bottom lip."

"Fuck it," I groaned, and opened the back door on the driver's side, allowing Jessika to climb in first.

After I had followed her into the back seat, Jessika grabbed me and kissed me hard. As she did so, her hand again found its way into my lap, and she again began rubbing my erection through my pants. For my part, I massaged and squeezed her breasts through her sweater and bra. In no time, I could feel her hard nipples straining against the layers of clothing.

I felt like a teenager again, making out in the backseat of a car. However, when Jessika pulled her lips from mine, pushed me back against the seat, unbuttoned my pants, pulled out my fully erect penis and began to suck on it with incredible zeal, the resemblance to a teenage make-out session completely evaporated.

As my brunette lover used her luscious lips and her eager tongue on me, I tried to relax and enjoy the pleasure she was providing. However, I could not help but notice people occasionally walking by, and I had no doubt people outside could see that my car's windows were fogging up.

Despite my anxiety, when Jessika began sliding her lips up and down my shaft faster and faster, I grabbed her hair, closed my eyes, and completely forgot about the rest of the world. In almost not time, I was moaning in ecstasy as I felt my climax nearing. Unfortunately, a sharp rap on the driver's side window immediately brought us both back to reality.

"Oh shit," Jessika exclaimed as she straightened up.

I quickly buttoned my jeans, but I only had them halfway done when another tap, this one on the window of the back door, made me abandon the effort. I opened the back door, and when it swung open, a bright light shone in my eyes; I held up my hand to block some of it. As I squinted to try to reduce the brightness assaulting my eyes, I could barely make out the silhouette of a person leaning forward to look in the back seat.

"Now what is going on...?" a man's voice began, but then the speaker stopped, straightened up, and switched off the light.

"Aren't you two a bit too old for this kind of thing," the man said, and I could now see that he was a police officer.

As I climbed out of the back seat, pulling my sweater down to cover my partially unbuttoned fly, the officer shook his head.

"You're older than I am," he chuckled. "What possessed you to...?"

I saw they police officer's eyes focus on the other side of the car as his question trailed off. Turning, I saw Jessika standing there, her hair messy, her lipstick smeared, and her sweater pulled down a bit more than it had been before, revealing a very distracting amount of her slightly tanned cleavage.

When she smiled demurely and shrugged her shoulders under his gaze, I heard the officer sigh softly. Then he shook his head and tore his eyes away from the lovely sight in front of him.

"Okay, I am not going to ask that question," he smirked as he looked at me again. "But you guys need to take it home, and if you can't do that for whatever reason, at least take it someplace not in public. Okay?"

"We will," I assured him.

He gave me a long, hard look that was only broken when Jessika sweetly said, "Thank you officer. We will be good," and beamed at him.

Again, I could tell it was with effort that the police officer looked away from the smiling brunette. He again shook his head and sighed, before turning back to me one last time.

"You're a lucky man," he whispered, then he turned and walked back to his car, which was parked two spots over.

Jessika and I both hurriedly got back in my car. Silently, we buckled up before I started the car. Once we were both ready, I carefully backed out of my spot, shooting looks at the police car as I did so. When I drove out of the parking lot, he was still sitting in his car, and I suspected he was telling his fellow officers what he had just seen.

About a block away from the restaurant, I let out a long breath and looked over at Jessika. I was surprised to see her watching me with an amused look on her face. I was even more surprised when she broke into a fit of laughter.

"Shit," she snickered. "You should've seen the look on both your faces when he saw me."

"You pulled your sweater lower," I pointed out, which prompted a round of giggles.

"How do you think I get out of tickets," she told me when she could speak again.

"I never thought about it," I told her, with a bit more edge to my voice than I intended.

"Oh, don't be mad, Mark," Jessika said, her hands reaching out to rub my thigh. "It wasn't a big deal."

"I just do not see much humor in it," I explained. "I am not accustomed to police officers finding me... like that."

"He was just hoping to scare a couple of kids being naughty," Jessika said dismissively. "When he discovered we weren't kids, I think he was as embarrassed as we were."

"Oh, I doubt that," I replied.

"Well, I think he was embarrassed, and he was certainly jealous of you, Mark," Jessika stated.

"Maybe," I admitted. "He did say I was a lucky man."

"I knew he must've said something of the sort - you blushed," Jessika chuckled. "Of course, what he doesn't know is that I am the lucky one."

"Now that is just a lie, Jessika," I accused.

The brunette, suddenly serious, squeezed my thigh and a said, "No, it isn't. I'm very lucky to have you in my life."

A few moments passed in silence, then Jessika giggled again and added, "Of course, you are incredibly lucky to have me too. I mean, did you see the way that cop looked at me?"

"I did," I laughed, and my tension began to melt away. "He could barely take his eyes off of you."

"Well, off my boobs anyway," she laughed.

"No, off all of you, Jessika," I said. "You are beautiful."

"You don't have to flatter me, Mark." Jessika told me with a wink. "You are still going to get a blowjob."

I sighed and shook my head, before responding, "No flattery intended, Jessika. I mean what I say."

"I know you do," she admitted.

I reached down and took her hand, which had been massaging my thigh. Jessika sighed, and for a few minutes we drove in silence.

"Turn right at the next light," Jessika said, breaking the silence. "I have an idea."

For the next several minutes, I followed my brunette lover's direction as we drove to increasingly less densely populated areas. Finally, she told me to pull off on a gravel road that led to a large tree on an otherwise vacant piece of property.

"Park under the tree and turn off the car and the lights," she told me.

When I had done as she instructed, Jessika put her hand on my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Before long at all, she was again rubbing my growing erection through my pants as I attacked her breasts through her sweater and bra.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" I asked when she began unbuttoning my jeans. "After what happened at the restaurant..."

"This is private property, Mark," Jessika replied as she pulled my underwear down, freeing my erection. "And you are with one of the owners."

"Oh," was all I said as she managed to maneuver past the gearshift and wrap her lips around the head of my penis.

"Who are the other owners?" I asked a few seconds later.

Jessika took her lips off of me long enough to respond, "Is that really important at this moment, Mark?"

"Um, no," I agreed, which prompted a smile before the sexy brunette enveloped nearly half my penis in her warm, wet mouth.

I have to admit that the thrill of having Jessika fellate me in a place that was so open, yet lacked the anxiety causing nature of the restaurant parking lot, was immense. I was a little worried that she could not be comfortable given that the gearshift was in her way. Finally, it occurred to me to move the seat back - I guess I was a bit too distracted to think of it sooner - and after I did so, Jessika had enough room to be comfortable. I reaped the benefits of this as both her tempo and her enthusiasm increased, and I was able to relax and just enjoy the sensations her mouth was causing.

In fact, I was enjoying myself so much that I actually tried to make it last longer. At one point, when I could feel myself getting close, I used Jessika's hair to pull her lips from my shaft entirely. She responded by licking up and down the length of me, which felt wonderful, but it was enough a change of stimulation for me to calm down. Another time, I held my brunette lover's head still with just a couple of inches of my penis inside her mouth. She licked and sucked while I held her like that, but again it was just enough of a change of stimulation for me to move back from the edge.

What finally did it was when Jessika began sucking on me hard and fast while also pumping on my shaft with her hand. I thought about making her stop in order to prolong the pleasure, but by that point I wanted to finish.

"I'm going to explode," I warned her as I ran my fingers through her hair.

The brunette quit pumping my penis with her hand and just concentrated on applying copious suction to it.

"Fuck that feels good," I moaned before I tightened my fingers in her hair and bucked my hips up as the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth.