“Hey, I’ve got your jacket 😊”
Believe it or not, that message took me the best part of an hour to construct and another hour to send.
“Well, you’re an honest thief,” Rosaline texts back.
Oooo, a sense of humour, stop it. I roll onto my side and swill down some wine.
“All in a days work 😝”
“Where did I drop it?”
“You left it in the café.”
“Oh, the book one?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you leave it there? I went back to look for it ☹️”
Fuck. How do I get out of this?
“I don’t know 😕”
“Are you the same person that came into the pizzeria looking for me?”
“Yeah.”
Fuck! She probably thinks I’m batshit crazy.
“Is stalking a habit of yours?”
Spill the beans or you’ll look like a fruitloop.
“Depends how cute the girl is.”
“Men like you is why I’m a lesbian. Keep the jacket. Bye.”
Damn it!
“I’m not a man,” I say, skulling down the rest of my wine.
“What?” she asks, then another one comes straight through before I can reply, “Ohhhh.”
“Yeah 🤷♀️”
“Sorry. So sick of creepy men.”
“Yeah, thought I’d throw a lady creep in the mix.”
“Lol 😆”
Yes! I’ve got her back. “😊” I text.
“Are we flirting?”
“I am.”
“Did we talk at the café? Do you work there or something?”
“No, I was there writing a novel.”
“Oh.”
“Oh, what?”
“I remember you. I smiled, but you looked away.”
“I’m weird. So what do you think?”
“I think I should start flirting too.”
***
The next night is my date with Jack. He tells me we’re going somewhere casual by the beach and not to overdress. He picks me up in the fancy car he’s just bought from his parents and comments how sexy I look as he opens my door.
“Thank you, handsome.”
Jack takes me to Bib & Tucker, a beautiful restaurant by the sea. I playfully scorn him for telling me not to dress up as it really isn’t casual at all. And although it was a joke, it seems to sour the mood. The waiter sits us out on the balcony, where we struggle for conversation. Jack asks me about my writing, but it’s too fucked up to say, so I spin a fake tale and change the subject after a few questions.
He pulls the same move on me when I ask when he’s going to move out of his folk’s place, and from there, the conversation dies completely. This is made worse when the angel Rosaline swoops into my mind and whispers painfully naughty things.
“Coffee or dessert?” the camp old male waiter asks.
I say no while Jack says yes, leaving an awkward silence hanging over the table.
Jack saves the day and says, “Actually, we’re ok. Just the cheque, please.”
“Sorry,” I whisper as the waiter disappears.
He smiles and says it’s OK. He pulls out my chair and takes my arm as we walk to the register. I’m impressed by his mature response to what looks like a failed second date. He again pays, then grabs my hand as we leave. It feels strangely right even though I’ve made up my mind that this will be our last date. I’m not complicating my escape by seeing if there’s any sexual chemistry.
“Heya, Jacky,” a voice calls from behind us.
We stop and turn around, still arm in arm. An older couple are smiling wide as they move in for a kiss. He introduces them as the Gruebers, who are friends of his parents. They talk about Jack fondly while he holds me tight. And again, I’m surprised by his maturity.
“Well, we’ll leave you lovebirds to it,” they say as they disappear back towards the restaurant. “Say hi to your folks for us, Jack.”
“Nice people,” I say as we hop in his Audi.
“They’re great. I’ve done quite a bit of charity work with Mrs Grueber.”
“Really? Charity work, that’s impressive,” I say, shifting in the seat to face him.
“We spent three months in East Timor last year building medical outposts. That lady is tough as nails,” he says before leaning over to tell me a secret. “I had quite the crush on her.”
My heart flutters at the comment, and something clicks in my brain. Without saying a word, I latch onto his lips and force my tongue between them. This kiss feels different to the ones on my porch last week. It’s hot and heavy and passionate as fuck.
He moans from deep in his throat, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Take me to bed, Jack,” I say as I come up for breath.
I kiss him even heavier until he eventually says, “OK, let’s go.”
“Sorry,” I say as I release his soft lips.
I bury my head in his shoulder as he pulls onto the highway. We hook along at a rate of knots to his place in South Perth. I gasp as we pull into the driveway. His parent’s home isn’t a house, it’s a freaking mansion.
“Dad’s a lawyer,” he mumbles as we pull into the garage with at least eight other flashy looking cars.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Jack.”
“I’m embarrassed that I still live here, not that they are successful. I desperately want to get out on my own. Next month is the aim.”
He takes me through the opulent home. We walk into the living room on the second floor and stare at the sparkling city through the huge picture frame window. The lighting is low and sexy, and inducive of what I want to do next.
“Champagne?” he offers.
“Fuck yeah,” I let slip, then cover my mouth in shame.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Geneva,” he says with a cheeky grin, mimicking my earlier comment.
The naughty quick-witted boy is back, and I love it. He pours two tall glasses before we ease into the leather lounge, which cradles us like God’s hand. We both sit there grinning like idiots, knowing that it’s a matter of moments until this sexual tension explodes.
I excuse myself after the first drink and freshen up in the bathroom. When I come back, Jack is topping up our drinks. He looks fucking hot standing there, and I can’t be bothered wasting any more time. I take the glass he’s holding and put it down beside the couch. Then I push him onto it, pull my dress over my head and drop onto my knees so quickly that he doesn’t have time to examine my body and think the better of it.
His eyes are alive and wild as I unbutton his swank jeans. I sniff up more of his beautiful cologne and the hot musk coming from his underwearless crotch.
“Oh Jack, good boy,” I say as I bend it out of his pants.
He moans as I stroke his lovely cock. It turns hard so quick that I miss my favourite part of having it grow in my mouth. I lick him from balls to head several times before performing my signature tongue twirling move. His hips jerk back as the pleasure overwhelms. Then like a snake, I slither over his length and swallow him whole. I gag a little as he hits the back of my throat before pulling out and going again.
I stay there longer this time. His hand finds my head but does nothing because I’m already maxed out. I fondle his balls as I come up for breath. I lick up the saliva dripping from my lips before going down again, but he stops me with another jerk of his hips. It’s too late. He’s gone past the point of no return. I dive forward to make sure his love juice fills my mouth instead of being plastered over my face.
“Oh shit, sorry,” he mumbles as he squirms about. “Nobody’s ever sucked me like—”
I keep sucking until he becomes too sensitive and I pull off him. Jack apologises again.
“Don’t be sorry. I take pride in my skills. Cumming fast means I’ve still got it,” I say as I jokingly polish my nails on my shirt.
He huffs and giggles, then kisses my head. His cock slowly shrinks away as we sip our drinks. I watch it from the corner of my eye, wanting it more, needing it, lusting for it. After another ten minutes, his hand finds my leg and runs towards my pussy. He grows hard as he strokes my thigh. I’m a sicko and feel like sucking him off again, so I move in for the kill.
“No, I want to repay the favour.”
I nod as he drops off the couch. He pulls my underwear off and sits them carefully on the arm like nothing is allowed to be out of line in this palace. I spread my legs and get slightly embarrassed when I smell my scent. But he follows it in, kissing his way up my inner thighs until his lips are on my vulva and his tongue is jabbing at my clit. I wiggle, so he knows I don’t like it, but he takes it the opposite way and jabs even harder. This boy needs a sexual education.
“That feels weird, Jack,” I whisper, “try swirling your tongue instead.”
The last guy I tried to coach blew up on me and left mid-sex, so I get nervous when he freezes like he’s about to do the same thing. Then without a word, his tongue moves how I said, and I slide into heaven.
“Oh yeah, baby! That’s it. Yeah, baby, baby!”
He’s got it now, turning me into the loud minx that I really am. He learns how to read the movement of my hips and uses the information to show me one hell of a good time. I cheekily switch between thinking about him and thinking it’s Rosaline going down on me, which is enough to get me shuddering. I pull his face into my pussy and explode in orgasm.
