The Training of Jeff Stintum Ch. 07

Chapter 7: Wine

"Yeah?" she asked gently, playfully. "You'd be interested?"

"Yeah!" Jeff creased his eyebrows as he tried to smile, nodding his head vigorously in agreement.

"It's just...that..." Sarah was uncharacteristically hesitant, but she recovered quickly. "Well, it might make you feel weird or uncomfortable because of your upcoming surgery."

Jeff's mind couldn't have been any further from his hip surgery a moment before, and now his mind did a backflip as he tried to process her words.

"Which, by the way!" continued Sarah, "I'm so rude not to have asked — when are you scheduled for? I'd love to give you some information and tips, and, if you want, maybe even guide you through the process. It would make sense, you know? Me training for this kind of stuff and all?"

Jeff hadn't even gotten the ball rolling on scheduling his surgery, and looked around with panicked eyes, anywhere but Sarah's face, with his mouth half open. Sarah saw his paralysis.

"Oh, but Jeff! I don't mean to be pushy. It can be whatever you want, you know? Anything to just make you feel better through the process." She had taken up his hands in hers, and held them earnestly. His hands were tiny, bony balls of cold skin completely submerged in her paws of warm, substantial, gentle strength. He had to make eye contact now.

"I'm sorry Sarah!" he said in what came out as a bit of a squeak. "I've-I've jjust...been so...uh so busy that I haven't gotten around to scheduling it yet." He felt contrite and embarrassed, as if he were apologizing to a parent, a superior, and her reaction simply confirmed this dynamic.

"Oh, Jeff," she said seriously, wrinkling her brow and making Jeff cringe by expressing another uncharacteristic sentiment, "you really need to do that asap. Pronto. Like, tomorrow morning. There's some real danger that your hip could collapse if you go on much longer." She squeezed his hands a bit tighter, but in something more than earnestness this time. Her pressure carried, for the first time, a real indication of a mild rebuke. All playfulness had vanished from her countenance.

"I—I will! I will!" was all he could say.

She squeezed his hands again. "Make extra sure, ok?" She kept eye contact with him as she nodded her head up and down, encouraging him to join her nod. And then she released him.

"But anyway," she said, flipping her long mane of blond hair out of her face as she sat up even straighter in her stool, sighing lightly and breathing warmth and sparkle back into the room, "I'm just doing some research on osteoporosis."

"Osteo..." Jeff wasn't good with all these big words.

"...porosis, yes," she said, smiling. "Basically it's just a word that describes a condition in which the bones become weak and brittle."

"Is that what's happening to me?" asked Jeff, feeling certain that the answer was yes.

Sarah laughed lightly. "No, what you have is avascular necrosis of the hip. In a way it's a kind of localized osteoporosis, but there's no reason to think..." and she paused a second as her eyes scanned over Jeff's body, "...to think that it's anywhere else...but your hip." She paused again, curiously and blatantly looking over Jeff's body. Her eyes flickered a moment and then she met his eyes and smiled. Jeff found himself suddenly wondering how thick her bones were, underneath all that flesh.

"You lookin at my body, Jeff?" came her voice playfully, and his eyes darted up to her face from her stomach. He had been staring at the line of exposed flesh between her yoga pants and white t-shirt that seemed to wink at him. He had been lost in how it spilled solidly over her pant line without losing its shape.

"Uhh..I just...uh," he stammered, turning red.

Sarah laughed. "Jeff! You're so funny! I was just looking at your body — you have just as right to look at mine." She reached over and pinched his left thigh, her thumb and forefinger easily managing to grasp the entire width of his quadricep and squeeze. For her it was a light squeeze, but Jeff yelped and once again almost fell off his stool, feeling like she had literally just lifted up his entire muscle and dropped it back down.

"You're silly, you know that right?" She had turned away and was going to get something. "I know I'm silly, because I totally forgot I had a bottle of wine that would have been perfect with our meal. I guess it'll have to be a little after-dinner treat. You drink, Jeff?"

"Oh yeah," said Jeff. Maybe he could be in his element now. His confidence rose again, and he found his humor. "You could say I know my way around a bottle or two, you know?" Sarah chuckled at him as she brought in a bottle of what looked like an expensive red wine. Her hand was wrapped completely around the bottle, with even a little room to spare. "I like red wine," she said, getting out two tall wine glasses with her free hand and setting them down. "White wine gives me a headache."

"Yeah, red wine's nice," said Jeff, eager to show off his knowledge. "I'm a whiskey man myself."

Sarah made big eyes at the wine as she poured. "Oooo, whiskey is it? A lover of the hard stuff, huh? Is that because you're an artist, Jeff?" She glanced over at him mischievously.

He laughed, managing to believe his answer: "Maybe, maybe." He saw Sarah glance over at his poems again and remembered that he had to distract her. "But, but Sarah," he began as she handed him his glass, but she interrupted him with a long hand held up.

"Wait! We have to toast to something. Hmmm, how about to neighbors? That sound good? Cheers to our neighbor reunion!"

"Neighbors!" he assented, and they clinked their glasses together. He took a healthy sip, and was surprised to see Sarah down her glass in one gulp. She seemed excited about something, even flushed, and Jeff realized uneasily that he was getting hard against his will. Something seemed to be happening, some kind of inevitable trajectory, seemed put in motion. He had to stop it.

"So yeah, your work!" he said, taking another gulp of wine. "Tell me about the osto...the bone stuff."

Sarah had gotten up and motioned for him to follow her into the living room. "Sure, Jeff, let's just move to the sofa. My ass was getting sore on those stools, you know?"

Jeff didn't know, but followed, trying not to look at her body moving in front of him. She sat down in the middle of a big, plush, deep red sofa, pulling up her legs as she put her feet on the sofa as well in a casual tuck. Jeff moved to sit in an easy chair close by.

"No, Jeff!" laughed Sarah. "Come over here and sit on the sofa. I won't bite." She bared her teeth aggressively and growled, mocking his timidity. "Come on," she encouraged, patting the sofa next to her feet. He came and sat down awkwardly where she had patted. Her huge hand had left an imprint which he sat right on top of, and he noticed with queasiness that as he looked down from his sitting position he saw the continued imprint of her palm and fingers moving beyond where his butt sat. 'So she could basically palm his entire butt with one hand,' he thought. Such musings about size comparison had ceased to be "invasive thoughts" for Jeff. The past few weeks, they had molded with his brain and had begun to partially form his thoughts entirely. He looked up at her — she met his eyes and gave him her warm smile as she looked down at him. With both of them sitting down, he was eye-level with her neck. He noticed she had another full glass of wine, which she was offhandedly sipping. Had she poured herself another one?

"So," said Sarah, gesturing at empty space with her wine glass, "basically I'm researching why exactly osteoporosis manifests." Jeff sat back into the sofa and drank his wine contentedly, feeling that they had reached a safe point of equilibrium away from his poems. "Generally we see it in people over the age of fifty, but sometimes we see it earlier. The reasons why are unclear, but that's exactly what I'm looking into." Jeff was focused on how much her large frame had sunk into her couch. She looked so comfortable, almost like she was swimming in her sofa cushions. He realized that, unlike hers, his body had sunk into the sofa hardly a bit, even though the sofa itself was quite plush. He wondered how much more she weighed than he did.

"Of course," continued Sarah lightly with a smile, clearly enjoying this moment of being able to talk about her work, "there are risk factors. Like, for example, women are more likely to develop osteoporosis than men."

"Really, huh?" said Jeff emptily, staring openly at her huge, shapely legs. He caught himself and raised his eyes to meet hers. "So women have weaker bones than men?"

Sarah's eyes twinkled and she failed to stifle a grin. "Generally, men have larger bone and muscle mass than women." Her eyes moved very deliberately, humorously, from his eyes, over her body, then over his, and then back to his eyes, analyzing his reaction. "But there are always exceptions." 'So she really was toying with him now,' Jeff thought, any confidence, any hope of resisting her vanishing.

She continued on quite normally, continuing to gesture at the air. "But there are other risk factors too, you know. Advanced age, family history, a small body frame...all these make it more likely, but they're by no means definite indicators." Jeff's mind had become hazy, and he just focused on his wine now.

"Also," Sarah kept on, "if you have lowered sex hormone levels, you could be at risk. Like for instance, women who have low estrogen, or men with lowered levels of testosterone are more likely to develop brittle bones. This of course goes along with lowered calcium intake, eating disorders, and any variety of gastrointestinal surgeries that people might have had in the past. Not to even mention, if you take steroids for seizure disorders, cancer gastric reflux, or transplant rejections, that could weaken your bones too. Speaking of which, diseases like cancer, like Celiac disease, like lupus, could be a factor as well. Not to even mention lifestyle choices."

Jeff's attention snapped back from Sarah's gesturing hands and fingers, and the movements of her wrists, to her actual words. He had heard about "lifestyle choices" recently. Maybe from his parents or something. Or maybe from some email a doctor had sent him.

"Lifestyle...choices?" He realized he was grasping his wine glass, so he put it down on the table. Sarah had already put hers down.

"Yeah," she said, tilting her head down at him curiously. "Three choices, mainly." Jeff paused anxiously, waiting for her to continue. Her eyebrows went up, amused. "Oh? You want me to tell you, huh?" Jeff nodded. "It's just...well, you kinda checked out there for a minute," she said, smiling ironically.

"I'm — I'm sorry, it's just..." he began, but Sarah giggled over him.

"So tense! Oh my god you're a little bundle of nerves. Relax, Jeff, I'm playing around with you. Not everyone is interested in this kind of stuff, so it's natural to check out."

"O-ok," said Jeff, still wanting her to continue. She obliged.

Anyway, here are the three main choices. Number one: a sedentary lifestyle." She held up a long index finger at him. His stomach flipped inside him.

"Number two: excessive alcohol consumption." She held up a second finger. "Can you guess what the third one is?" She shook her two-fingered hand playfully at Jeff.

"Uhh...I have no idea," he said.

"No idea," she repeated softly, almost as if to herself. She put up a third finger. "The third is tobacco use." In the silence that followed, she lightly shook her three-fingered hand, and her bracelets jingled softly in the space between them. She was speaking in a low voice now, and had moved her body closer to his. "And we know," she said softly, "that a lack of protein with a generally low body weight make can make bones unable to replenish themselves. That's what bones do, you know? They're living tissue; they're constantly being broken down and replaced. Bad stuff starts to happen when new bone can't keep up with the removal of old bone."

Jeff's face felt like it was a thousand degrees as he kept his eyes fixed helplessly on Sarah's hips, not daring to look around, or in her face, or anywhere else. All he could do was sit there and take it.

"You know what I'm talking about, don't you Jeff?" she asked softly.

"No...no idea," said Jeff, staring at her hips.

"No?" she asked with sudden flirtatious spirit, turning herself on the sofa to completely face him, perching on the twin pillars of her arms, and sitting on top of her folded thighs, "what do you know about Jeff?" Her question was aggressive, and full of energy and life. She was breathing hard at him as her face locked in on his in a searing stare, and even in the soft light Jeff saw the color rising in her face. He grew afraid.

"Of..offf—a, uh..oauff, uhhh...ah," he stuttered, completely overwhelmed. She let him stutter for a few seconds before she cut in with vigor.

"Do you know about these?" She rose up on the sofa on her knees, towering over Jeff as she she cupped a huge breast in each hand, mashing them together. She sank down again to her thighs. "Or these?" She slapped her thighs hard with her two hands. Jeff began to shake his head. She smiled at him. "Come on Jeff," she said with quiet vitality, "let's stop playing pretend." Se moved up even closer next to him, to the point where her thighs and ass, her entire left side, was touching his. He was hopelessly hard, unmistakably tenting his loose-fitting pants. He saw in a flash, against the deep red of the sofa, the taut black of her yoga pants next to his baggy jeans. His legs were invisible in the folds of his jeans. Her legs were huge, massive things, that would have torn his jeans to pieces. He felt himself beginning to sniffle in despair as her sandalwood scent overcame him.

"Come on Jeff," breathed Sarah passionately in his ear, continuing to massage her breasts and feel herself up next to him. "C'mon, whatcha got, huh?" She had started to gyrate her massive pelvis, shaking the entire sofa, and Jeff's entire body right along with it. He looked up at her, a couple of tears shining from his eyes. She looked down at him, still in the midst of her sensuous motions. A smirk appeared on her face as she extended out her tongue at him and flicked it rapidly for a second or two before withdrawing it again. Jeff climaxed in his pants, gasping hopelessly as he was unable to look away from her face.

"C'mon, whatcha got baby?" she asked again, and then a second later she reached out a powerful arm, cupped his head completely in one of her hands, and pulled up his face to her mouth. Jeff found himself engulfed — there was no better word — in Sarah's wet, warm lips, and he had no choice but to reciprocate the kiss as best he could.

"Mmmmmm," Sarah moaned down deeply into his body, her open mouth completely engulfing his mouth and some parts of his nose and chin as well. "Mmmmmmmm." She did this over and over, and Jeff felt her vibrations from the echoing chamber of his small mouth all the way down his neck and spine, through his cock, and through his feet and the tips of his toes. Even though he had already cum, his dick did not deflate one bit. If anything, it became harder.

"Yeah," said Sarah deeply and calmly, in between breaths. Her initial passion had cooled into methodical control, and she seemed intent on savoring the taste of the inside of Jeff's mouth. "Yeah, that's it, buddy. Ohhhhh...ease into it." He felt her hand adjust the position of his head as he felt her mouth grin against his. "That's right." His eyes had been unfocused this whole time, but now they darted up to Sarah's and Jeff saw that Sarah's eyes were half-open, softly staring down at him, in serene, luxurious passion.

"Hey there neighbor," she breathed down at him quietly, beginning to flick her tongue around in his mouth. Jeff's cock definitely got harder now. What was she doing with her tongue? It was flicking so fast against his tongue, it almost seemed inhuman, obscene. Her tongue's rapid movement in his mouth made wet sloppy sounds that were very audible in the room, and Jeff felt a quick and blistering buildup in his loins to an unavoidable second orgasm. Sensing his onset, she shoved her tongue deep down his throat, choking him completely. He was unable to breathe or make a sound, and he began flailing his arms in the air in panic. Her huge tongue still inserted down his throat, she made eye contact with him, widening her eyes playfully as she moved her eyebrows up and down, teasing him, mocking him.

And just like that, she had released him, and he fell back into the sofa with a squeal. He was cumming again, and he rushed his hands down to contain the massive erection in his pants, and the visible dark stain that was spreading around it.

Sarah chuckled softly as she reached out her arms lovingly to him, catching him up and cuddling him in her strong embrace. Her grip prevented his arms from moving, and he simply had to lay back into her as she held him, partially in her lap, on the sofa. No words were spoken for several minutes as she gently petted his head, his neck, his shoulders, his back, with one of her huge hands. She even scratched his back some with her long fingernails, and reached up a couple times to scratch around his neck, and once behind the ears. He melted into her, feeling nothing like resistance anymore. He was just beginning to doze when Sarah gave him a pat on the back that said "it's time" and began to stand up.

"Well, that was a very nice dinner Jeff," she said as she rose, totally returned to her jovial, playful self. Jeff stood up too, looking up at her looming over him.

She chortled a bit, looking down on him. "And you're actually not a bad kisser. Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing you again — sometime soon I hope?" She was moving towards the kitchen again. "Do you want to take any leftovers home with you?"

Jeff was utterly confused. Leftovers? Home? He thought after all that he was going to spend the night. Sarah turned to look at him and seemed to understand his mental predicament.

"It's work-time for me, big boy," she said, grinning wryly, gesturing to her desk. "I have a lot to do for tomorrow that I've been putting off...you know like any good college student. I'm glad your parents live pretty close by here — not a long walk at all for you. Of course I can give you a ride if you want?"

Jeff shook his head. She smiled as she approached him and held out her arms to him in a hug. They embraced, her body, her scent, her energy enveloping his. "But let's get together again soon, ok?" They parted and Jeff looked down at her calves and feet, not wanting to leave, but not able to say anything. After a few seconds she bent down again to his face level, just as she had done at the hospital, and cupped his chin in her hand, directing it up to her face. "Ok, little thing?" She laughed softly into his ear and flicked it once more with her tongue as she guided him out the door. After another friendly goodbye, the door was closed, and Jeff was staring blankly at the door, then around at her yard as he turned to leave, and then through the night streets as he walked back to his parents' house in a complete daze, in cum-stained jeans.