Jack and JillChapter 2
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I woke up on my side, squooshed up against Jack with my head on his chest. His arm was wrapped around my back, the hand resting on my waist. I could feel the light sprinkling of hair against my cheek. I lay there, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his chest slowly rising in concert with the warm breath on the back of my head.
My leg was laying on top of him, and I could tell he was as naked as I was. His morning wood was pressing into my thigh. No, I'm not naïve enough to believe my presence caused it, but I knew I could make it mine if I chose.
The last thing I remembered was lying in his arms with my hands between my legs, whimpering because it felt like he fried my brain and I'd never be able to walk again. He had just pulled the comforter over me. Somehow we both got under the covers. I had no illusions that I'd had anything to do with that.
You know how you instinctively hop on one foot to grab onto and squeeze a stubbed toe? Or put a thumb in your mouth and suck on it or maybe even bite it when you've hit it with a hammer? I did that last night after Jack went down on me after spending what seemed like hours exploring my body with his mouth. He took me right to that precipice where pleasure melds with pain, and the only way I could keep from going over the edge was by pressing my hands up against my clit while keeping my legs as tight together as I could. I swear, it felt like it was throbbing. For a moment there, I understood how some women could get into being spanked or even whipped.
I've talked with Wanda and I've heard the girls on the volleyball team talk about their boyfriends. Well, some of the girls on the team. You would probably be surprised to know which of them are into other girls. Anyway, the consensus seems to be that most guys pay a little attention to a girl's breasts, then a little to the area between her legs, then they slide on in and pound for a minute or two and it's over. The length of time devoted to their so-called foreplay is as short as they can get away with.
They'll happily slobber over a girl's tits and maul them like they think if they knead them enough they can make pizza, but moving their mouths anywhere south of the navel is repugnant to them. They have no problem with the girl doing that to them for some reason, and will guide her head in that direction with as much force as they can get away with.
The point is, most guys think the girl should be satisfied, more like privileged, actually, to get the guy's rocks off. Foreplay is a dirty word, a chore they have to endure to get to the goal. Why do you think they call it scoring?
Jack made me come so hard I almost hurt. And he did it without removing a stitch of his own clothing. Oh, I'm sure he slipped his shoes off before we got on the bed. To tell the truth, by that time he had me so turned on it could have been Bozo kissing me all over and it would have taken me a while to notice. The majority of the time, I was completely covered. Even when he undid my bra, he did it so he could get to the part of my back that was covered by the strap. Even when he rolled me over and paid attention to my breasts, he spent an unbelievable amount of time before he touched either of my nipples.
I think I sighed. His arm tightened around me and he said, "Good morning."
"Uhhm."
"I was wondering when you were going to let me know you were awake."
"You knew I was awake? Uh uhh!"
"Uh, huh."
"OK. How?"
"You really don't know?"
"No. What have I been doing? Calling out your name or something?"
"No. You've been shivering a bit. And it seems like you're trying to shove my thigh up your ya ha."
"Noo!"
"Yeeeesss!"
"I had no idea. I was thinking of how you abused me last night. My ya ha's a bit sensitive."
"I could kiss it better if you want."
"No!" My body tried to pull away from him but his arm wouldn't let it. "I'm sorry, Jack, give me some time to recover."
He strained to lift his head and kissed the top of mine. "I'm sorry, Jill. I won't do that to you again."
"No! That's not what I mean. You know how you push me away sometimes after you come in my mouth and I keep on going? It was like that. I don't know how bad it is for you, but it felt so good, so fast, I thought I was going to explode. There was just a hint of pain, but it stayed there, almost ready to take over. If you'd kept on even a second more, I think it would have really hurt. I don't think I could take that every time, but I don't want you to be afraid. I trust you enough to know you'll stop when I need you to."
He squeezed me. "I guess that's what it's all about, isn't it?"
"Hmm?"
"Trust."
I squeezed back and kissed his chest. "Uhhhmm."
His hand slid behind me and I felt him squeeze my butt. I think I squeaked.
"Get up. I need to use the phone."
"You? Use the phone?"
"Yeah. You've turned me over to the Dark Side."
He rolled over, pretty much dumping me on the bed. Good for him I wasn't on the edge of the bed. He reached up and grabbed the handset and dialed.
"Hi. Heard anything?"
"OK. OK. We don't know that there's anything wrong yet. Would you like me to take you over there to his house on the way to school?"
I heard something between a yelp, a squeal and a scream come over the phone. I probably would have heard it if the phone was hung up.
Jack looked at me. "How soon can you get ready?"
I held up five fingers, then thought about it and added a couple more.
"Can you be ready to go in ten minutes?"
"OK. I'll see you then. Don't worry, Mare. It's gonna be all right."
"Yeah, yeah. I love you too. Get going so we don't have to sit around waiting for you."
She was still saying something as he reached up and hung up the phone. He looked at me and reached around me. I thought I was going to get a hug when he swatted me on the butt. "Come on, get going. I don't want to have to wait for you, either."
The phone rang as I sat up and I grabbed it.
"Hi. OK, I'll tell him. Thanks."
I hung up the phone. "That was your mom. She says she has coffee and there will be some bagels ready for us to take in the car."
He gave me a quick kiss, then we both got up. We split up as we left the bedroom, Jack heading into the living room with Bozo right behind him as I walked down the hall towards the bathroom.
I heard the door open, then he told Bozo he was on his own this morning and to make his way back home after he was done.
I was sitting on the toilet when Jack walked in the bathroom. He took one look at me, shook his head and walked over to the shower.
"Jack, I don't think you have time for that this morning."
"Oh, I have time."
He opened the door and started peeing. I was wondering if he was going to take longer than the ten minutes he gave Mary to be ready when he finally stopped. He reached in and turned on the water, twisting the shower head to cover the whole floor.
He went to the sink and got his toothbrush ready. He started brushing his teeth, then leaned over and tweaked my left nipple with his free hand. I saw his nose scrunch up, then he pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth.
"Jesus! Did something die?"
"I ate a lot of crap yesterday. You know. You were there."
"God, I guess."
He put his toothbrush away and splashed some water on his face, then flicked his fingers at me, sprinkling me with water.
"Hey. That's not fair. I can't get up and get back at you."
He dried his face, then started out the door. "Smells like you already got back at me. You'd better hurry up. I'm leaving in five minutes, whether you're ready to go or not."
"I suppose I could go to school naked."
"Whatever."
I finished up and was at the sink when Bozo stuck his head in the door, turned around and left. Jack was coming out of the bedroom as I started back down the hall.
"I fed the dog. Two minutes." He went into the living room, then I heard the door close.
It was probably three minutes before I got downstairs. Jack was in the car with the engine running. He handed me a cup of coffee and a paper towel with a couple of warm bagels with cream cheese on them in it. I noticed that Mary wasn't in the car, but she came running out before I had a chance to say anything. I leaned over and opened the door and she got right in.
Jack said, "Damn, you're both late. I don't think we have enough time to stop over there now."
Mary sniffed. "But you promised!" She looked like she was going to start wailing any second.
Jack said, "All right, All right. I was only kidding. We'll stop over at Charlie's."
Mary said, "Thank you, Jack."
"You're welcome."
She put her hand on my shoulder. "He's so easy."
"I know. Just don't let him know we know that."
Jack pretended not to hear us as we both cracked up.
We pulled up in front of Charlie's. It looked like any other day his father was at work. Charlie's junker was in the driveway and there was no sign of his father's car. The house looked normal.
Mary had the door open before we pulled over to the curb and ran up to the front door as soon as Jack stopped. I slid over and saw she was pressing the doorbell frantically with one hand and banging on the door with the other as I got out. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder.
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