A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 12

My lovely fellatrix handled it all, not spilling a drop, and as promised, she continued to suck on me until I was completely spent. Finally, at the point when I was about to tell her that it was starting to hurt a little, she let my completely soft penis fall from her mouth. After she had straightened up, she grinned at me and pulled me to her for a kiss. I happily obliged.

When we eventually broke apart, Jessika said, "Take me home now, Mark."

"Anything you want, Jessika," I told her as I started the car.

It took about twenty minutes to reach her apartment, and we drove in silence most of that time. When we did arrive, I was about to pull into a parking spot when Jessika placed a hand on my arm and told me not to do so.

"I think it is better you do not stay the night, Mark," she advised me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked as I searched her grey eyes, or at least what I could see of them in the dim light from my car's instruments.

"No," the lovely brunette assured me. "I just think what happened is the perfect way to end our night. If you come in, you'll just try to get me off again, and I don't want that right now."

"I do not understand," I admitted.

"I had a great night - I just want it to end this way," she explained. "I am not mad at you or anything like that."

"But why would giving you another orgasm, if not orgasms...?" I started to ask, but Jessika put her fingers to my lips and shook her head.

"That's the problem, Mark," she clarified. "If you come in, you'll try to make me cum. And don't get me

Wrong - I love that. But, I like how we are right now. I am sorry if it sounds nuts to you."

"I would not say it sounds nuts," I countered. "I understand what you are saying, but I am not sure I fully understand why you are feeling this way."

"I just am," she said, shaking her head. "Sorry."

"It is fine, Jessika," I told her.

"Thanks, Mark," she smiled, and then she pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek.

Jessika opened her door and got out of the car. She then turned, leaned over (giving a great view down her sweater), and said, "I really did have a great time. We will have to do that again."

"You mean in the car?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she grinned.

I remembered then what she had said about being a part-owner of the property on which we had parked.

"Sounds good to me," I replied, returning her grin. "Now, what did you mean about being an owner of the place we..."

"Later, Mark," she said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Jessika."

I waited until she was in her apartment, then I drove back to my house. I was worried that Jessika was not being truthful when she said she was not mad at me, as I was concerned that she had some lingering anger from Jessi's email. I drove home slowly, thinking about my two paramours as I did so.

Once I was home, I puttered around, waiting until I was tired enough so that sleep would, I hoped, come swiftly. It was some time after midnight when I was exhausted enough to finally go to bed, and I had just drifted off to sleep when my phone rang.

"Hello," I answered without looking at the caller-ID.

"Hi Mark," Jessika's voice responded. "Were you asleep?"

"Not really," I replied.

"I'm sorry, but I need to tell you something," she informed me.

"Okay," I replied, not sure where this was heading.

"Thank you for not accepting my, uh, offer for, um, what blonde Jessica, uh, suggested," Jessika hesitatingly told me.

"I did not consider doing otherwise," I assured her.

"I meant it when I said it," Jessika explained, "but the more I've thought it over, the more I think it was at least kinda just post-orgasmic bliss, like you said."

"That is what I thought," I responded. "And I knew you would have hated me if you had gone through with it."

"I would've hated doing it, that is true," Jessika agreed, "but I wouldn't have hated you, not when I offered."

"It was not a chance I was willing to take," I admitted, and for a few seconds Jessika was silent.

"Well, don't forget you have a free fantasy coming your way," the sexy brunette reminded me, breaking the silence

Then, before I could say anything else, Jessika laughed, "Although some limits do apply."

"But of course," I replied in the same spirit. "I look forward to exploring those limits with you."

"Mmmm," Jessika moaned. "Somehow you can say naughty things and have them sound so sweet, Mark."

"It is a gift," I proclaimed.

"Uh huh," my lover chuckled. "And I'd better go before that gift gets me too bothered to sleep."

"That could be fun," I contended.

"It could be, but I'd rather not right now, so..." Jessika trailed off.

"So, goodnight," I filled in for her.

"Good night, Mark," she said sweetly, then she terminated the call.

I lay back in bed, expecting to be awake for some time now, but I quickly succumbed to sleep. I awoke in the morning as refreshed as I had felt in some time. I also awoke with the knowledge that I needed to talk to Jessi about the email that she had sent to Jessika. I did not want to do so, but I knew it had to be done.

"We need to talk about the email you sent to Jessika," I texted her.

I did not think I was going to hear back from the blonde any time soon, so I decided I just needed to try to focus on other things. First, I ran for several miles on my treadmill, and then I worked for the rest of the day, both on materials for the upcoming semester and on my writing. And while I thought about Jessi, and while I checked my phone maybe a little too often to see if I might have received a message or email from her, I did not let it consume me.

About mid-afternoon, I texted Jessika with a suggestion that we get together Wednesday or Thursday night.

"I'm still trying to work extra," she replied. "So no for the week. And some friends want to go out this weekend. They say I'm neglecting them. So, I am not sure when, but soon. Promise."

After I read Jessika's text, I was quite certain she was very nicely telling me she needed some time away. My first thought was that there were lingering issues with the email Jessi had sent and Jessika's reaction to that email. But then something else occurred to me, something that might explain my brunette lover not wanting me to sleep at her apartment Monday night and her not agreeing to getting together in the immediate future - Jessika was trying to avoid an emotional entanglement of a type she did not want to have.

"If that is the case, it would be a good idea to give her some time," I told myself. "And it might not hurt for me to have some as well. It will likely be only a few days anyway."

As it turned out, it was nearly two weeks before Jessika and I had a chance to be together again.

TO BE CONINTUED