Jill and I Ch. 04-05

"None? Not at all?"

She shook her head. "I just couldn't get involved. I was young and hungry and I concentrated on my work. I don't know what it is about you, but you made me feel like a human being. Thanks." She again buried her face in my neck and I held her close for a long time, watching – but not watching as the TV played in the background.

When she finally got up and blew her nose, she smiled. "There, satisfied?"

"Yes. That also explains why you are the horniest girl I ever met. 6 years?" I wanted to get away from the morose mood that had settled over us.

She grinned. "It does? Why is it that men can have a high sex drive and want it all the time, but women can't?"

"I didn't say that. I would never say that. I'm just wondering how you went 6 years without sex."

"Well, I didn't say I went without. I just used substitutes."

I grinned. "Really? Well, what I'm actually wondering is how I'm going to keep up with you."

She grinned again. "I'm sure you'll manage."

"I'll certainly try."

"Actually, it's good that you are younger than me. That puts us closer to our primes at the same time."

"How old are you, Jill?"

"I'm 30. I'll be 31 in January. What about you?"

"I'm 25, I'll be 26 in January."

"Wow! I'm 5 years older than you! My very first younger man." She smirked at me.

I grinned. "My first older woman. You're corrupting me, you know."

"Good. I want to corrupt you. I want to teach you how to satisfy only me!"

I chuckled and pulled her back in close. "Does that make you a cougar?"

She pulled back and stood up. "I don't know the strict definition, but I want to feel like one." She dropped onto all fours and growled like a big cat. Then she looked up at me and spoke dramatically. "I'm going to devour you."

"What a way to go!" She laughed and crawled up onto my lap. I patted her head. "Good kitty."

She looked up into my eyes. "My kitty is a little lower and it needs some attention." I kissed her and then gave her kitty some oral attention. It was a good night.

Chapter 5. The Past Haunts Us.

Three months later, December 22nd, 2011

My relationship with Jill had finally what I would call stabilized by this point. We were practically living together with me spending most of my time at her townhouse. By stabilized, I mean that we were not sexually assaulting each other every time we were alone together. We actually did other things together. We were much more relaxed around each other. We went out to dinner, bars, and a couple of plays. She delighted in running around her townhouse naked and I loved watching her. Our sex life was still exciting and plentiful, but we were comfortable together and I felt like I could tell her anything. We were actually becoming "a couple" in the eyes of our fellow workers. Once Jill let it be known and everyone seemed fine with it, she relaxed and thought nothing of coming over to see me and leaving me with a big kiss. Denise always teased me about it.

We were on our way to my parent's home in southern Illinois. They didn't live that far away, only about 2 hours from St. Louis, but we had been busy at work and so wrapped up in ourselves that we had never made the short trip there. I had mentioned it a couple of times, but she was a little reticent until now to "meet the parents". She finally relented since I wouldn't let her be alone on Christmas.

My parents were fairly conservative, quiet types. They had grown up during the 60s, but were never into any of the wild things that I heard about from other kids I grew up with. They were just relaxed, Midwestern folks. They didn't pass judgment on any of their friends who had done the wild things that people in that era were known to do, it just wasn't their style. I guess I was a little like them. I was not into drugs and acting wild and crazy. It was not my style either. Getting drunk was about the worst thing I ever did. While I felt I was more open-minded than they were, I had never heard them issue a racial, sexist, or religious slur. They felt that everyone was equal, entitled to the same opportunities to get ahead in the world, and that everyone could get along.

We got there at about 4pm on Friday. My parents came out and greeted us warmly. I think Jill was a little reticent about meeting them until my mother wrapped her into a big hug and welcomed her. She seemed to relax after that and we enjoyed some wine and beer while waiting for my older brother, Jeff. He was 8 years older than I was and lived in Chicago now. He had lived in Wichita, Kansas City, St. Louis, and now Chicago. He was never content to stay in any one place too long and my parents jokingly referred to him as their professional hobo.

Finally, when Jeff called and said he was about 30 minutes out, my mother took Jill into the kitchen so they could talk while she put the dinner she had already prepared into the oven and got it ready. She had pre-cooked lasagna, but never reheated it in the microwave. That would get you a stern rebuke and lecture about how to treat her home cooking. It was a rule in our house to never, ever question my mother in her kitchen.

My father and I were watching ESPN cover some of the upcoming bowl games when he brought up Jill.

"She's very nice, Dennis. She works at the same company?"

"Yeah. She's a project manager of one of the small projects in one of the other divisions."

"She's also very pretty. You have very good taste, just like your father." He grinned and said the second part loudly as he noticed that my mother and Jill were coming back into the room.

My mother looked at the two of us and then directly at father. "He has good taste like you in what?"

My father grinned at her. "Women!"

My mother looked at Jill and rolled her eyes. "Men always like to think that it's they who do the choosing." Jill laughed and my dad made a face at my mother. "We'll just let them continue to think that."

Jill laughed and came over to me and sat on my lap. "Well, in this case, it was your son who singled me out and made me realize that I was lonely and over-worked. So, in this case, your husband is right."

I smiled and puffed my chest out; happy that my girl was sticking up for me and so I hammed it up a little. My mother continued to roll her eyes. "Oh, dear, there you go pumping up a man's ego. That's always dangerous."

"Hey!" My father reached over and smacked my mother lightly on the ass. She stuck her tongue out at him and went back into the kitchen. I was used to the playfulness that they always exhibited and I could see Jill warming to them. I whispered in Jill's ear that that's not the only thing on me that she pumped up. She just smiled, winked at me, and wiggled her ass on my lap.

Finally, Jeff arrived and everyone went out to meet him. He got out and gave Mom a big hug, gave Dad a handshake and half hug, gave me a half hug, and then turned to Jill. I could see them looking at each other for a second, seeing who was who, and then Jeff smiled put out his hand and introduced himself.

"I'm Jeff. You must be Jill, the woman who has turned my brother into a romantic fool."

She laughed and looked at me. "He was already that way; I just took advantage of it."

Everyone else laughed while I put on my best scowl and we all went into the house. We sat and ate dinner while Jeff told us about his latest adventures. He was in construction and was the manager of a project to build a 3 story office building in a strip mall outside of Chicago. He was a natural entertainer and could always spin a yarn about some funny event at work or with his friends. We all enjoyed his stories and before we knew it, it was after 11pm. Everyone said good-night and went to our rooms. When I got to my old room, I looked in and saw Jill's luggage there. I grinned.

Jill shrugged. "Your mother and father did that. I guess they are realistic about our relationship."

"Yeah, sometimes they are a little too forthright. While I would call them conservative, they are also realistic and open about their physical relationship. They used to embarrass me about this kind of stuff." Jill just stood there quietly for a few seconds. I looked at her and she looked very sad. "Jill, are you okay?"

She turned and hugged me tightly. "At least you have parents."

I got it then and I held her tight for a few minutes. We put our things in the closet, got ready for bed, and crawled into it. I was horny, but wasn't going to do anything because I was unsure about what Jill would think. After all, we were in my old bedroom in my parent's house. She reached for me and found my rapidly inflating dick. I turned to her. "Okay, if you want to have sex, we can, but you'd better be very quiet."

"I'm always quiet."

I poked her. "Like hell!"

She giggled and we had quiet, slow, wonderful sex. At least I thought it was quiet.

December 23rd, 2011

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself alone. Jill had already risen and I could hear noises coming from downstairs, probably the kitchen. I got up and put on some pajamas. I had brought some, but I never got a chance to put them on last night. It was too thrilling to sleep naked with my naked girlfriend in my childhood bedroom with my parents a few rooms away. Maybe that's why I was so horny last night; the taboo nature had turned me on.

When I got close to the kitchen I heard voices, but they were being whispered. Unfortunately for the whisperers, all the hard surfaces and the acoustics of the room meant that I could still make out every word. It was my brother and Jill. I wanted to just walk in, but something told me to stop and listen while at the same time I became extremely worried.

My brother was speaking. "You have to tell him. I want you to tell him before you leave to go back to St. Louis." Tell me what?

"I know."

"I'm not kidding. This is something you have to tell him." We've been together for three months and she's afraid to tell me something that Jeff knows?

"I know. I just wasn't ready yet."

"I can tell he's smitten with you, but if go any further in this relationship without telling him, he might not ever forgive you. If you really do love him, you have to tell him." What the hell was it? Did my brother and Jill have a past? She came from Kansas City, but that was a long time ago. Was my brother there at the same time? It seems like he was because he knew something about her that she was afraid to tell me. I just hoped that it wasn't that the two of them had hooked up. I don't think I could take that.

There was silence for a few seconds then Jill spoke the words that neither of us had spoken to each other, but had danced around. "I do love him." And I was pretty sure that I loved her, even though it was new to me. What the hell was this problem and what was I going to do?

I snuck back up to the top of the stairs and then called down. "Jill?" I wanted them to think I just started looking for her.

"Down here – in the kitchen."

I walked down to the kitchen and went in. Jeff and Jill were sitting at opposite ends of the small table in there. They both looked up at me. Jeff stood up. "Good morning. I'm refreshing my coffee. Want some?"

"Sure." I walked over to Jill. "Good morning, beautiful."

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. I could tell that whatever it was they were discussing, it was bothering her. I wanted to ask right then, but couldn't bring myself to do it in front of Jeff.

My parents came down the stairs and interrupted my thoughts about this. We had a lively conversation about Jeff's latest work and what I was doing. Of course, my work always bored everyone, but they were polite and listened anyway. Then we made a small breakfast and the ladies decided that even though it was just before Christmas, the mall was a mandatory stop for them. They wanted to do some "window" shopping. Being men, my father, Jeff, and I would have rather had our pubic hair plucked than go shopping with these two women two days before Christmas. We begged off and they left. This was very bad. I was left alone with my thoughts and Jeff. While we sat and watched an early college bowl game, I kept glancing over at him, wondering what he knew about the woman I was in love with that was so scary or unnerving that she couldn't tell me. It had to be that they hooked up in Kansas City. It was the only thing that made sense that Jeff would know about her. I was more than a little upset, sad, and morose. I tried to keep up a good front, but my father and Jeff noticed because I gave them nothing more than one word answers when we talked during the game. Finally, at half time, Jeff got up to get a drink from the kitchen.

"Dennis, help me put some munchies together." I knew something was up, but I followed him into the kitchen. He turned to me as soon as we got in there. "What's going on, Dennis?"

I stared at him. "Nothing, why?" I said nothing, but I knew I couldn't hide the tension I felt.

"I can tell something's bothering you. What is it?" I said nothing, just stared at the table. "Did you overhear me and Jill this morning?"

I looked up at him and I knew I was going to get emotional. "I overheard something, but I don't know what it was." I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes for him to tell me.

He closed his eyes and sighed. "Fuck! I wish you hadn't heard anything. What did you hear?"

"Just that you told her she had something that she should tell me. It's bad, it's very bad. She said she loved me for the first time during that conversation and I couldn't even enjoy it because of what you guys were discussing. What is it, Jeff?"


He stared at me. "I – I – I can't say. You'll have to get that from Jill."

We continued to stare at each other. "You and she hooked up in Kansas City, didn't you?" There, I blurted it out. It was in the open and now we could deal with it.

Jeff's eyes went wide. "What?! No, we did not hook up in Kansas City, but I do know her from there."

"Then tell me what it is!"

"No, I can't. It has to come from her."

"What is it, Jeff? Why the hell won't you tell me? I can't sit here all day thinking about this and not knowing, now what the fuck is going on?"

"Something wrong?" Jeff and I both swiveled toward my father who was standing in the doorway.

"No, nothing." I fled the kitchen and went up to my room. I closed the door and I felt like I was back in high school and my girlfriend had just left me for the center on the basketball team. What the fuck was it that Jeff wanted her to tell me immediately and that she was afraid to tell me? It was driving me fucking nuts!

to be continued ...