From Unwilling to Willing Pt. 02

The abrupt change in temperatures surprised Jean. When she left her house hours earlier the temperature had been warm enough for her to pick jean shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals to wear.

It had gotten considerably in the time since. Cold enough to make her nipples hard she thought and raise goosebumps on her skin. She hoped the change in temperatures wasn't a predictor of her relationship.

She looked at her watch. It was later than she thought, but not too late. As she descended the stairs, she felt Leo's cum dripping from her vagina, dampening the crotch of her panties.

It reminded her of what happened in Leo's apartment. The experience had been quite the eye opener. She realized just how sexual a person she was. She discovered she could orgasm during intercourse, something which never happened with Miguel. She realized it was nothing Miguel could fix. He couldn't grow a bigger cock.

She did enjoy his oral lovemaking and her orgasms were intense, but there was something different about climaxing during intercourse. It just seemed more in tune with nature.

She wanted to keep dating Miguel and she hadn't lied when she told Leo her long term plan was to be Miguel's wife. She wondered if that was now a pipe dream.

At street level, she looked for her car. It was in the same place where she parked it nearly three hours earlier. In the front passenger seat, his head resting against the window was Miguel. He was asleep.

Jean got to the car, noticed it was locked, tapped on the window waking Miguel up. He looked disoriented. She lowered her head so he could see her face. He reached across and unlocked the door.

She got in the car, sat down, extended her arm and tousled his hair, "Hey sleepy head. Have a nice nap?"

He answered, "I'm sorry. I tried to stay awake. It got cold."

"It did. I'm glad you put our blanket to good use. How was it?"

She started the car, backed out of the parking spot and soon exited the apartment lot complex.

Her question surprised Miguel because it was the one he wanted to ask her.

"Long and cold. I need to pee."

She laughed and said she would find them one.

"You never left the car?"

"I didn't know when you would be back. I didn't want to be gone if you were ready to leave."

"That was really sweet, Miguel."

She made a joke and said, "We need to get you a bottle to pee in. Are you hungry?"

He couldn't help but notice she was in a good mood, cheerful even.

He said he was, but asked if they could drive thru. He would go inside while she was in line.

"Sounds like a plan. My treat."

She dropped him off at the entrance and got in the drive thru line.

She thought things were going well considering everything that happened.

Miguel joined her as she was picking up their order.

"Feel better now?"

"I was hurting. I feel so relieved."

She laughed, leaned towards him, pursed her lips. She felt relieved when he immediately pursed his lips and kissed her.

Her voice sounding lighthearted and playful she said, "Next time I'll make sure I pack a bottle for you."

She had purposely mentioned the possibility of a repeat to see his reaction.

"Scoot over, Miguel."

He slid close to her. She put her hand on his knee. The cashier handed her their food. She handed it to Miguel who put it next to him.

"Watch the drinks," she said. He held them as she drove. She leaned over indicating she wanted to take a drink. He held the cup up to her mouth. She sucked on the straw.

"Thanks. I had two rum and cokes."

"Did you like them?" Miguel asked.

She answered, "I did."

She looked at him and asked, "Hey, do you want to go somewhere private and talk or back to my house?"

It wasn't too late, but she wanted him to have a choice. She thought he might not want to talk, to pretend it didn't happen. She knew that wasn't the right approach, but she also empathized with him. She would certainly not like it if it had been her waiting in the car while Miguel hooked up with some woman.

Miguel didn't know if he wanted to talk or not. He really wanted to reconnect with Jean. Some sort of physical intimacy.

"Let's go someplace private," he said.

Her voice upbeat and teasing, "How about the school parking lot? I don't think we'll be interrupted this time."

He didn't tell her it was a bad idea so she took his non vote as a yes.

She continued to keep her right hand on his leg and have him hold her drink, offering it to her when she indicated she wanted it. She interpreted his passivity and deference to her as good signs.

Acceptance she remembered was the final step of the grieving process. They had both been angry, in denial, bargained, and even depressed over the situation.

What she didn't want them grieving over was the end of their relationship, but its boundaries. Having sex with Leo had forever altered the dynamics of her relationship with Miguel.

She pulled into the asphalt lot, parking in the same exact spot as where Officer Leo had encountered them, Miguel's head between Jean's legs.

She killed the engine. She would start the car if it got too cold, but figured with the windows rolled up it wasn't that cold.

"We'd better eat," she said.

He grabbed the bag, fished their food out. He scooted away from her, but only so he could place their orders of french fries in a pile, using the wrapper as an improvised plate. He squirted bags of ketchup into a corner of the wrapper.

They ate, talked about how really good it tasted.

"I didn't realize how hungry I was. I guess I burned a lot more calories than I realized."

Her comment was matter of fact and her intention was to draw him out.

He commented he burned a lot of calories too, but from shivering.

He didn't sound angry.

She winked at him and said, "After we eat how about we get in the back seat and warm each other up?"

He told her, "I'd like that."

"Me too," she leaned towards him and gave him a quick kiss, then told him, "I love you."

He answered, "I love you too."

They finished their meals, quickly exited the car, and got in the back seat. Miguel grabbed the blanket and covered them with it.

He put his arm around her. She pressed her mouth against his. After their kiss, she thanked him for being there for her. They kissed some more. She commented in between kisses how hot that night had been when Leo interrupted them.

"Thank God, he had the decency to let me orgasm before he tapped on the window. I almost peed when he shined the flashlight in my eyes."

Miguel said, "How do you think I felt. I turn around and can't see a damn thing. I'm thinking it's a bad guy."

She agreed, "It could have been a lot worse."

He ran a finger across her cheek, brushed some stray hairs off of her face, "Be honest with me Jean. It was really good wasn't it?"

She made light of his comment, "What was really good?"

Her smile told him everything he needed to know.

"I knew it," he said, before adding, "I'm glad."

"You are?" Jean asked.

"I didn't want it to be awful where you were scarred for life."

She initiated a long French kiss with him. She wondered if he was thinking about where her tongue had been, licking up and down Leo's cock, slick with their juices.

"I think I'm going to need that blanket under me, Miguel."

She lifted her shirt. He hadn't realized it but she hadn't put her bra back on.

He sucked on her tits.

She unfastened her jean shorts. He helped her pull them and her panties down.

A minute later, he was kneeling on the floorboard, his face between her legs, his mouth pressed against her sex, pleasuring her with his tongue.

There was they both noticed an urgency to his cunnilingus. He lapped away as if he had been deprived of her pussy for years instead of a few hours.

Miguel both tongue and finger fucked Jean. He noticed just how slick she was and the consistency of her juices.

She decided to test the water, remind him of what happened, draw him a word picture, "He's so big. He fucked your girlfriend good. Not just once, but twice. He wouldn't use protection. I could feel him hitting my cervix."

"I thought it was going to be awful, but it was just the opposite, Miguel. I want to see him again, but only if you're okay with it."

She didn't want answers from him, just his tongue and fingers. Her orgasm was intense physically and emotionally.

She actually had a bit of an emotional meltdown where she cried and told Miguel how sorry she was and how she hadn't meant for it to happen. He hugged her and told her everything would be okay.

She was totally naked and he was fully dressed. He noticed she was cold. He suggested he cover them with the blanket. The wet spot they noted was pretty big.

He asked her if she was warming up and she said she was.

She thanked him for loving her.

He reminded her she was easy to love.

They snuggled. It was they both knew getting late.

She put her hand on his crotch and whispered to him, "I want to make you feel good."

She didn't offer him intercourse. She went to unfasten his pants, but Miguel put his hand on top of hers and said she didn't need to.

She felt like he was rejecting her. Maybe he was angry with her.

He explained he had climaxed.

"When?"

"While I was licking you and in the parking lot while I was waiting for you."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

He felt a bit embarrassed telling her, but imagining her having sex with Leo had really aroused him. He had rubbed himself to orgasm twice in the car. The third time he hadn't even touched himself.

"So you're not mad at me?" Jean asked.

He assured her he wasn't then added, "If you want to keep seeing him, you have my blessing."

"What are you going to do?"

"Wait for you, Jean."

She felt relieved he didn't want another woman.

She kissed him several times and told him how much she loved him and how lucky she was.

He told her he felt even luckier and explained why, "Jean, I know my penis doesn't give you much pleasure. I feel bad about it."

She elbowed him in the stomach, but it wasn't hard. Her eyes were still puffy from crying and she was still feeling very emotional.

"You should be," she half joked, before admitting some new fears, "I don't think I can stay faithful to you. I worry you'll get tired of it."

He answered, "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."

She then pointed out, "You noticed how thick my secretions are. I'm fertile Miguel. Leo and I didn't use protection. There's a good chance he got me pregnant."

He took in a deep breath before asking, "Who do you want as your husband, Leo or me?"

"Of course, you."

"Good, because I want to be your husband."

"I feel bad for my parents if I am. They'll be so disappointed."

"They'll be upset, but they'll come around. I've got a good job lined up for the spring."

Jean yawned and said, "If I wasn't so tired and cold I would have you lick me again."

She asked him to drive them home as she wanted to snuggle up to him.

Jean and Miguel frequently thought about and talked about her evening with Leo. Each probed the other interested in both the details and more importantly their thoughts.

She noticed Miguel seemed to get very excited asking her questions whose answers she knew had to be very humiliating to hear.

Miguel observed Jean's arousal increased as she reminisced about that night. She seemed unabashed about holding anything back. What she hadn't told Miguel was Leo's offer to engage in a threesome with his partner.

Every couple of nights they ended up somewhere secluded.

Their makeout sessions were good, and in many ways, more satisfactory for her. They both sensed a change in their relationship. Each viewed the other in a different light.

When Miguel had his face between her legs they were both thinking about Leo's cock thrusting in and out of her. Miguel could still remember the unique taste of Leo's cum. Jean thought about Leo's cum and imagined his sperm fertilizing her egg. She also reminisced about just how good his cock made her feel.

Miguel might empathize about those orgasms, but he could never really understand how different they were from the ones he gave her during oral sex.

She had been a bit depressed not having an orgasm during intercourse, but thought she was one of those women who didn't. She was thankful she could orgasm from being petted or eaten, but now that she knew she could she fantasized alot about intercourse.

She looked at men and her eyes couldn't help but glance below their belt. She searched for signs of their size. She didn't mean to be but felt a bit irritated with Miguel. She knew it wasn't his fault he had a small penis, but his licking wasn't going to make her less grumpy. She needed cock.

She hadn't had intercourse since her evening with Leo. She thought about it, but dismissed it. She also hadn't sucked her boyfriend's penis. It was something she used to enjoy because he was small and didn't require much effort to make him climax.

It wasn't in his psyche to pressure her to do something to him sexually, but it was very much in hers to demand something from him. She was the one who said they were going parking, who told him to get in the back seat, who initiated their kisses, directed him to reveal her breasts, lift up her dress, pull her panties to the side or pull them off, to get on his knees and pleasure her.

She remembered there was a time she referred to him performing cunnilingus on her as making love. Now she thought of it as him pleasuring her. He was a great boyfriend and would make a great husband she thought because he was dutiful and eager to please her.

She saw him less as her equal and more as someone whose sole purpose in life was to make her happy. She sensed making her happy made him happy.

In the back seat of the car, after a nice half hour of being pleasured, they were now sitting and making out. She had her legs open as Miguel played with her pussy.

He put one then two fingers in her.

She rested her head against the back seat and asked him, "Are you picturing Leo's cock when you do that?"

He looked a bit embarrassed she thought.

"It's okay if you are," she told him before adding, "I am too."

"You are?" Miguel asked.

"I am. I miss it Miguel. I want him to fuck me again."

She told him to rub her clit as he finger fucked her. Afterwards she was feeling really wanton and told him to put his fingers in her mouth. She sucked them clean.

"That's what I did to Leo's cock after he fucked me. Licked him clean to get him hard again."

She wondered aloud if she was pregnant.

She pressed her mouth to his, and after their kiss, told him to lower his pants.

He pulled them and his underwear down to below his knees.

She unbuttoned his shirt, kissed his neck, lowered her head and sucked each of his nipples.

Miguel groaned. He loved Jean's aggressiveness.

She reached down and grabbed his erection. She gently caressed it, let go and gently cupped his scrotum.

Letting him know she was comparing the two she said, "You're a lot smaller than Leo. You understand that's why I haven't been thinking about intercourse with you don't you?"

He croaked out a yes, feeling completely humiliated but totally aroused. His penis throbbed as her words sunk in.

"Look at me Miguel. Do you get excited knowing I want him so bad? Do you hope he made me pregnant as much as I do?"

She wrapped her fingers around his penis and stroked it. She paused for a minute, reached between her legs, lubricated her fingers and applied her juices to his shaft.

He answered yes to her questions.

"I'm glad, Miguel. After we marry I'm going to want to continue seeing him. Maybe even have more of his children. Would you be okay with that, a houseful of Leo's and my babies?"

He answered her with a groan as his penis released five volleys of sperm.

Most of it fell on her hand. She kept jacking him using his cum as lubricant.

When she finished she brought her hand to his mouth and said, "Lick."

He cleaned her fingers of his seed.

"Good boy," she said afterwards.

In the heat of the moment, Miguel embraced the role of submissive cuckold, but after the fireworks ended he felt ashamed of his deviant behavior.

He didn't understand how he could assume such a different role with Jean. Even more bewildering to him was how fast his transformation had been.

Never in a million years would he have imagined himself licking his cum off of his girlfriend's fingers much less enjoying it.

He also wondered why he hadn't attempted intercourse with her or even asked her to suck him since her evening with Leo.

Jean was very observant and she noticed a change in Miguel's mood after their makeout sessions. She chose to ignore it believing it was part of acceptance. He certainly seemed comfortable with the changing dynamics of their relationship. Whatever guilt he felt was on him to bear.

Two weeks passed and her period started. Part of her was upset and part of her was relieved. Miguel did ask her one evening if she was going to see Leo.

She was in the middle of getting dressed, putting her breasts back in their cups. She turned her back towards him signaling him to fasten her bra.

She had kept her dress on, but it was at her waist. She put her arms through the sleeves. Her back still to him, he started to zip it up, but not before moving her hair out of the way.

"Thank you. Back to your question. What makes you think I haven't?"

If it hadn't been night she would have seen how embarrassed and humiliated he was by her answer. His face turned red, but it was his expression which gave her pause.

He looked crushed, as if he was a cigarette on the ground and her words the shoe grinding it until it was extinguished.

She smiled before assuring him she hadn't, but she also said, "I don't need your permission to see him do I?"

He stuttered out she didn't.

"Good."

"I just thought this was something...", he said.

She finished his thought, "shared. We do, but I don't want to have to clear what I do with you beforehand."

She continued, "To answer your question, no, I haven't called or seen him since that night, but I think about him all the time."

Miguel looked confused, "Why not?"

She answered, "It's complicated. I want to call him."

He told her, "Then call him."

She laughed, "You sound like you want me to call him. Do you? I know we haven't talked about this, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who has noticed a change in our relationship."

He asked her, "Do you want to break up with me?"

She replied, "Not at all. My feelings for you are even stronger now."

He looked and sounded relieved, "I just want whatever's best for you."

"That's very noble of you, Miguel."

She kissed the bridge of his, looked him in the eye, and asked, "What do you want? For me to take lovers, get pregnant by other men, stick by me no matter what? I know there's an element of this we both really like."

"I've never felt so comfortable and in control with anyone like I am with you. Your tongue and fingers play my body like a violin. I feel like I'm a porn star with you."

"I can't explain why I want another man to get me pregnant and not you. I never would have imagined feeling that way."

Miguel answered her as honestly as he could, "I don't know what I want, but what I do know is I want to be with you. A part of me understands why you want him to conceive with. Leo's a stud."

Their discussion was good.

A few days later she told him she had called Leo.

"What did you talk about?"

"When we can get together. I told him I'm giving him another shot at knocking me up."

"Did you really?" Miguel asked in disbelief.

"I did. He said he can't make any promises but will do his best. I told him he had better do more than his best. He laughed and told me I was crazy. I said I was crazy for his cock."