“What’s the matter?” she panted, good-natured frustration in her tone.
“This feels too good,” he panted back. “I don’t want to come just yet.”
“Aww,” she whined. “You’re good for at least two, aren’t you?”
“At least,” he agreed.
“Then let it go, sweetie,” she encouraged. “I want to feel you lose control. It’s sexy.”
“Well ... if you insist.”
“I insist,” she said, her voice husky. It was obvious that she was telling the truth.
He took his hands off her hips and moved them to her breasts. She began to rise and fall atop him again, her pace increasing, her grinds getting more firm, more aggressive. Jake’s control mechanism, already fighting a losing battle, gave up any pretense of remaining in the game. The machine of orgasm kicked into gear and soon he was thrusting erratically back at her as the waves of pure pleasure began to build rapidly within him. He pulled her down against him and put his mouth to hers. They exchanged hot, passionate tongue kisses as he exploded and shot a large pent-up load deep inside of her body.
She collapsed onto him and they shared a few more kisses. Finally, she rolled off of him, his now wilting member popping free of her body in a drool of their combined juices. Jake finally kicked off his shoes and socks and then pushed his pants and underwear off, letting them fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. He then pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it over there with them.
“Mmmm,” Laura sighed, looking up at the ceiling fan spinning above them. “I just love the feel of your stuff shooting inside of me...” Another sigh. “ ... and dripping out of me.”
“There will be more for you in just a bit,” Jake promised, dropping his hand onto her smooth upper thigh.
“I’m counting on it,” she said, snuggling into him. She turned her head and nibbled on his earlobe a little. “Do you want to hear the story of my ... uh ... friend?”
“Absolutely,” he said.
“It was last week,” she said whimsically. “After the show in Birmingham. I put in a ... you know ... a request with Dan.”
“The pressure was starting to get to you?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I was getting very horny, and tuning my own instrument wasn’t cutting it anymore. That’s what I was supposed to do, right?”
“That was the agreement,” Jake confirmed. “What was her name?”
“I don’t remember,” Laura said, speaking honestly.
Jake smiled. “And that was the unspoken part of the agreement,” he said. “Tell me about her.”
“She was kind of emo. You know what I’m talking about?”
“I do,” he said. “Are we talking fringe emo or hard core here?”
“Hmmm,” Laura said, considering. “She was a little bit more than fringe, but I wouldn’t really call her hard-core either. Let’s say ... oh ... medium core.”
“Medium core?” Jake said, pondering this concept. “Okay. I can get behind that. What did she look like?”
“Her hair was purple,” Laura said.
“Purple hair?”
“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “It was cute, in a punk-rock kind of way. Good size boobs, natural, with big fat nipples. She had a stud through her left nipple.”
“That sounds painful,” Jake said.
“Apparently it was,” Laura said. “She said it hurt even more than the one in her clitoris.”
“A clit stud, huh?” Jake said, intrigued. He had seen such things in internet porn but never in real life. “Did you get a look at it?”
“Yeah,” Laura said. “A real good look.”
“So ... you mean ... you went down on her?” he asked, surprised.
“Well ... I wasn’t going to,” she said. “It seemed like maybe that was something I shouldn’t do with a groupie ... you know ... like how you don’t kiss them?”
“I’m aware of that rule,” Jake acknowledged. “Does it still apply to lesbian groupies?”
“It does,” she said. “Dan made that clear when I made the request. Anyway, I didn’t kiss her on the lips, but I did suck on her boobs for ... well ... a long time.”
“Yeah?” he asked, feeling a little blood start to flow down below despite the refractory period.
“Yeah,” she said. “And then she sucked on mine. She really got into my boobs. She liked squeezing them and suckling like a baby on the nipples.”
“Nice,” Jake said, picturing the scene.
“And then she went down on me,” she said, breathing a little heavier now. “She was pretty good at it. Almost as good as you, better than Molly, although Molly was sexier because ... well ... I knew her name.”
“I understand.”
“She made me come twice. And ... well, this is kind of kinky.”
“Oh yeah? Do tell.”
“Well ... I kind of liked ... uh ... pulling on her pig tails while she was eating me.”
“She had pig tails?” Jake asked, feeling another surge of blood heading south.
“She did. Didn’t I mention that?”
“You did not.”
“Oh ... well she did, and I really liked pulling on them, bringing her tighter up against me. And she liked it too. I could tell. Anyway, after I came the second time, I told her to take off her pants and panties. I wasn’t going to go down on her, but I wanted to see her pussy, to finger her a little, maybe trib her. I told you how much I liked tribbing with Molly, remember?”
“I remember,” he said.
“So ... she took off her pants and panties. That’s when I saw she had the stud in her clit. And her hoo-hoo ... oh sweetie, it looked so ... so appetizing. Her lips were all pink and swollen and she was shaved clean. It was obvious that she was really turned on by doing it with me ... that it wasn’t just an act, and then I smelled her ... that musky smell of ... you know...”
“A hoo-hoo?” Jake suggested.
“Right,” she said, a shine in her eyes. “And so ... I touched her with my fingers and felt how wet and slippery she was ... and ... I just couldn’t help myself. I put my face down there and ate her out.”
“That’s fuckin’ hot,” Jake said, his erection now at about three-quarters staff as he pictured the scene.
“It was,” she said. “I made her come two times. And licking the clit with the stud in it ... that was just ... I don’t know how to describe it. It was hot!” She saw the state of his erection and moved her hand over to it. She began caressing it, bringing it up to full-blown diamond-cutter status. “Why don’t we fuck some more?”
“I think we should,” he agreed, rolling toward her. A moment later, they were kissing hotly, getting ready to engage for round two.
Forty-five minutes later, they were once again lying side by side on the bed, still naked, their bodies now covered in a layer of drying perspiration and sexual musk. Both were now reasonably satiated.
“What’s the deal with Greg?” Laura asked.
“You noticed, huh?”
“It would have been pretty hard not to notice,” she said. “He was very morose. He was acting like his dog had just died or something and not like a man who was about to get laid after a month or so without it.”
“Well,” Jake said, “I’m afraid that he has some rather bad news to share with Celia.”
“Something to do with her family?” Laura asked, alarmed. “Did someone ... you know ... die?”
Jake shook his head. “No. Even worse.”
“Worse? What could be worse?”
He sighed. Jake really did not like being the bearer of bad news. It was not a happy thing to have to do. “He ... uh ... cheated on her again.”
Laura looked up at the ceiling and shook her head. “That idiot,” she said. “What is the matter with him?”
“It would seem he suffers from a lack of self-control in certain situations,” Jake said. “I can sympathize to a degree.”
She looked at him sharply. “But you’ve gotten over that ... right?”
“Right,” he agreed, successfully keeping thoughts of a snowy Portland night from emerging into his conscious mind. “Greg, however, apparently has not.”