Jill and I Ch. 02-03

She grinned and stood up. She posed in front of me. "Had enough of this sexual dynamo?"

I rolled my eyes – after giving her hot fucking body the once over. "You are such a tease."

She started walking away and I couldn't help but watch the delicious ass. "You always knew that."

I laughed. She was right. She was always teasing. "I'm going to go home."

"Okay. See you on Monday." She said it like we had just finished watching the football game and I sat there for a few seconds with my thoughts. What the fuck just happened? I just had sex with someone I considered a good friend and who had a boyfriend that she lived with. What did that make me? Was I a bad guy or a good guy? Was I to blame at all, or could I just blame it all on her taking advantage of me in a weak moment? I didn't know what to think. I didn't feel like a bad guy, but I was afraid of what was going to happen the first time I saw Mike. I finished dressing and headed for home.

When I got home it was about 4:30am and I was not as tired as I thought I was. I read a book for a while and finally was able to sleep. I only hoped I could be as nonchalant as Denise about our night's activities.

The next week I was at our customer's location from Monday until Wednesday. On Monday I sent a note to Jill on our company email system asking for a personal email address. She sent it to me without any words or text of any kind; just the email address. I then sent a note to that email address and told her that I loved having dinner with her Friday night and tried to hint that I really loved going back to her townhouse with her. I tried to say it without really saying it, but I hoped she took it the right way. She didn't answer me. I was really confused now. What's so hard about a faceless email?

I also sent one to Denise saying that I wanted to hear about Mike's return, which was on Wednesday. She replied with "K", and nothing else.

Chapter 3. Hints of the Past

September 29th, 2011

On Thursday, I was back at our building and decided to go by Jill's office as soon as I got there. Jill was always in early. She was sitting there with her back to me, looking at something on the credenza that lined the wall behind her desk. It was covered with papers and documents, but all neatly organized, just like her house. I muttered a hello and she gave a slight jump and turned quickly.

"Oh, you startled me."

"Sorry. I just wanted to stop by and see if everything was okay between us."

"Everything's fine." She looked at me oddly. I couldn't put my finger on it.

"So – Dr. Jekyll or Miss Hyde today?"

A small smile flickered across her face, but vanished quickly. "Sorry, I'm really busy right now. Can we talk about this later?"

"Later – as in...?" I waited for her answer as I saw her considering what to do and then she looked up as I could see she had made up her mind.

"Tonight. 7pm. My place. Okay?"

"Great. I'll be there."

I left feeling somewhat better, but not really sure what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. I just knew that I was going to have a hard time getting any work done today. But I did manage to concentrate for a little while – a very little while.

Denise came in at 8:30, a little late for her, but she was smiling. She looked at me and grinned and I looked around, feeling like everyone knew that I had had sex with her while she was living with another guy.

"Good morning, Dennis." She said it a little playfully.

"Good morning, Denise." I tried to return it. "Did Mike get home yesterday?"

"Yes, he did." She smiled at me.

"And...."

She came into my cube and I could now see that she was almost ready to explode waiting to tell me something. "He came home and everything is wonderful." She slowly put out her left hand and on it was an engagement ring.

I stood up quickly, shocked at this change. "He asked you to marry him?!"

"Yes!" She almost jumped three feet in the air and put her arms around me, giving me a big hug. Some folks in the other cubes looked up. Jennifer, from a couple of cubes away stood up and smiled, I think she heard the exchange. Denise released me and held it up, looking at it in the light. "We talked and talked on Sunday and Monday. He and I discussed everything and he said when he thought about it some more he couldn't imagine living without me. He came home and immediately went into his little spiel, telling me he was sorry about the other conversation and how the subsequent ones clarified what I mean to him, how he loved me, and then he asked me to marry him. He did it within 10 minutes of coming home. I didn't know what was going to happen when he got home. Whew, what a surprise!"

By now Jennifer was there. "You're engaged?" Her glee was obvious.

"Yes!" Denise held out her hand to display the ring. They then hugged and started bouncing.

Soon there were several other folks around. The guys just said congratulations, but the women wanted to know all about it. What is it about the different sexes and the way they are raised that leads to this? I just watched, not knowing how it all came to this.

I pulled in front of Jill's house at 6:55pm and waited for a couple of minutes. Her car was there, but I wanted to be there precisely at 7. Finally, I got out of my car and went to ring the doorbell. Before I could ring the bell, the door was opened. Jill was standing there still in her work clothes looking at me with something between humor and distaste. For the life of me I couldn't tell why.

She let me stand there for a few seconds and then muttered a come in.

I entered and looked around. The place was as immaculate as my first visit. I waited just inside the door for her to indicate where we were going. She led me back into the kitchen. The elephant in the room followed us.

"Would you like a Guinness?"

"Sure."

She got a beer out, opened it, and handed it to me. She turned and picked up her wine glass. She took a long drink and then peered at me over it. "So what is it you wanted to discuss?" She wanted to get right to the point, but she wanted me to start.

I looked into those icy blue eyes and saw what I thought was a challenge. "C'mon, Jill, you know what this is about. You said you would go out with me and we had dinner. Then we came back here and we had what was probably the best sex I've ever had, then you throw me out like you are having second thoughts. I just want to know what to expect and if you will go out with me again. I can't get my head around who you are, but I'm intrigued and want to. If you want to have nothing to do with me, then say so now. I don't need to expend a bunch of energy on something that's going nowhere." I had probably never considered that I would be that open and honest, but it just gushed out of me like a geyser.

Jill looked down at the floor and then up at me. Her gaze had softened. "Dennis. I want to go out with you and I don't want us to have to hide. It's just that I have had reservations about doing something like this for a while now."

She hesitated and I stepped in. "So then go out with me."

She continued to look at me closely. "You don't really know anything about me or my past. You may not want to know." She looked down as she said that last sentence quietly.

I stepped closer to her and lifted her chin with my hand. "I want to know. Tell me, please. Tell me all about who you are and how you got here to this moment."

She pulled me down to her and kissed me hard. We were both very tense but trying to relax. As we kissed, she melded her body to mine and I held her close. We kissed, our tongues fencing, for about 2 minutes. Then she came up for air. I could see the apprehension in her eyes.

"I want to tell you the truth, but we'll have to go slow."

I stared into her eyes; they were studying me, questioning me, and seeing if there was any hesitation on my part to this request. "Agreed."

Jill extracted herself from my clutches, turned on her heel, and pulled my hand to follow her up to her bedroom. When we got there, she sat on the bed and looked up at me where I was still standing looking at her. "Can we have sex first?" She gave me an evil grin.

I smiled. Surely she knew that a man would never say no to that so I responded playfully. "You know I'm easy, so yes, we can." I held back for a second and then voiced my concern. "But then we have to talk." I felt that she was using her body to get what she wanted, but I was too horny and had begun to like her too much to really resist for long.

She stood and started undressing. "C'mon, get undressed and into bed."

I undressed quickly and we crawled into her bed at the same time. This time she went first and I realized I had never had enough light to see her from the rear. When I took time to tear my eyes away from her glorious ass, I noticed some scarring just above it. I wasn't that familiar with it, but it looked like a tattoo removal mark so I asked as we lay down. "Did you used to have a tattoo on your lower back?"

She turned to me. "Yes." She didn't elaborate.

"But you had it removed."

"Yes." Again a one word answer.

"Is this something you can tell me about?"

"Maybe later." She reached down and grabbed my already chubby dick and again she managed to avoid the subject for the immediate time period.

She turned and kissed me. I kissed her back, reveling in the sensation I got from it. I pushed her onto her back this time and started feeling her breasts, thumbing the nipples. We kissed and kissed and we felt each other up. She was moaning and squirming and I pressed my hand up against her sex. She was very wet by now. She definitely appeared to have a quick fuse. I pressed down between her lips and ran my fingers up over her clit. She broke our kiss, threw her head back and groaned. I decided we were both ready enough. I climbed up over her into the standard missionary position and she let me get settled between her legs. I kissed her and bent over and sucked on her nipples. They were delicious and sensitive. I then made it known that I wanted to penetrate her and she reached down and guided me into position. I thrust forward and parted her lips, my dick as hard as it could get. I bottomed out and just stayed there motionless for a few seconds. The feeling of having my dick buried in her furnace of a cunt was amazing. I enjoyed it for a few seconds and then started thrusting. I hunched my hips back and forth and she did, too. I stared down at her, looking into her eyes. I was slowly and steadily pushing in and out of her as she stared back. We were both watching the other; seeing our nostrils flare, our faces redden and our mouths gape as we each gasped at the sensations. I leaned over and started kissing her as I plunged in and out. She humped against me and we kept kissing. It was only a few minutes later when she pulled back from the kiss and started moaning.

"I'm going to cum!"

I made a few deep thrusts and buried my face into her neck, licking and sucking on it. She exploded. She groaned and thrust hard up against me, trying to make it last and I tried to help. I kept up my slow pace as she gasped for air. Finally, she was done, but I was close. I brought my head back up and looked into her eyes. I whispered to her, "I'm cumming now."

I kept it tortuously slow and my orgasm balanced on the edge of the cliff, it stayed there as I slowly made love to this magical woman. She watched the emotions play over my face. I finally fell off that cliff and buried my dick in her pussy and my face into her neck and I twitched and pumped her full of cum. It was at that exact moment that I realized I had not used a condom.

I lay there on top of her for a few moments before lifting myself up. When I did, she was looking at me strangely. I kissed her lightly. "You are wonderful."

She pushed me up a little and I could tell she was uncomfortable. I pulled out and rolled over next to her. She turned on her side away from me. "Spoon me, please."

I turned and spooned up behind her, my sloppy dick coming to rest between her ass cheeks. "I'm a little messy."

"I don't care." She was almost starting to cry.

I lifted myself up on my elbow and turned her face toward mine with the other hand. "What's wrong?"

She smiled slightly. "Just hold me." I did. I heard her whisper. "Nobody has ever made love to me and looked at me like you just did."

I thought about that. "Really?"

"Really. You looked at me and held me and made love to me. I think I've only ever fucked before. Never have I felt so cared for."

"I can't explain it. I've had longer relationships, but never have I felt as close to anyone as I do to you right now." I then voice my concern. "Jill, we didn't use a condom."

"That's okay. I'm on the pill and I knew we were taking a chance. I haven't fucked anyone but you in so long it's ridiculous and I trust you to tell me if you need to protect me from something." She turned her face toward me. "Right?"

"Absolutely."

She pulled my arm that was over her in tight, pulling me close. She whispered so that I could barely hear her. "Promise me you won't think bad of me."

"About what?" Now she was scaring me.

"My past."

"I promise."

She turned her head toward mine. "I want you to promise that you will hear me out and understand about my past. No matter what, okay?"

"I promise that I will pay attention and listen to the most intriguing and beautiful woman I know and I will try to understand about your past." I reiterated what she said and tried to make her understand that I was willing to listen with an open mind, but I was wondering what the hell this was about and how bad it was.

"Thank you."

She seemed to relax a little and we lay there not talking for a while. I was really becoming concerned about her past now that she had made it so dramatic. What the fuck was in her past that had her so scared? Was I going to be able to uphold that promise? Had she been a drug addict, robbed banks, been a prostitute? What the hell had this strong, beautiful woman acting so scared and vulnerable? I was going to have to wait for her to tell me, but the vulnerability and desire for me to hold her was making me more attracted to her.