Jennifer Too Pt. 02

I needed to consider the significance that Jenny chose to pleasure me that final time and not my wife but I would do that later. I fell to sleep shortly after the blow job. I woke once in the night to discover the woman curled up in my arms and then again when she was trying to slip out of bed.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"No, thank you." I whispered back. We had a similar exchange about me walking her home. She said it wasn't necessary but I insisted. I pulled on shorts and she pulled on a swimsuit cover-up she found on the floor, it was the sheer one Jennifer had been wearing. It really wasn't an affective cover-up without the swimsuit.

"Are you complaining?"

"Not at all."

She pranced out the door with what seemed a sense of accomplishment. I repeated my new mantra over and over in my mind as I walked her hand-in-hand back to her house. Don't fall in love. Don't fall in love. At her door, with my hand on that place I so liked I kissed her. When we finally broke apart I looked down on her. In the odd lighting at her front door she looked older. Her smile seemed so much more aware, her eyes more traveled. "Too late." I said aloud not realizing it.

"You knew I was going to ask you inside. You are right. It's too late." I was happy with her explanation and although I did indeed want to press her to take me inside with her, I really just wanted to lie down and sleep with her in my arms again and knew that would be most incredibly unwise.

"Good night." I said.

"Good night, sicko!" she said before slipping in the door.

I tried not to display the spring in my step as I walked home but if anyone was watching they surely could tell.

Jennifer prefers to be left alone when she sleeps. She prefers it perfectly dark and silent. Still though, when I joined her in bed I pressed myself close to her and from behind wrapped my arm around her. I hadn't intended to take hold of her breast but when that was where my hand landed naturally I left it there. She mumbled and twitched and I moved as if to go back to my side of the bed.

"I love you, Jennifer." I said.

"One and only?" she asked quietly.

"Always."

"I don't know," she said quietly. She wasn't mumbling. She was awake and her voice was clear. "I think I would rather share you than lose you, though. First and foremost would be enough."

"Go to sleep," I said. I was too tired and it was too late to think about it any longer tonight.