me who and where the witness is. Of course he’s
not going to want to tell me for fear that he gets in trouble for screwing up.
I feel like the lowest of the low. I bet Alex even got killed because of me
somehow.
I’m two hours into my pity
party when the front door opens. It has to be Blade. Quickly I gather up my
cell phone and battery that had popped out and I jam it into my jean pocket. I
wipe the tears off my face and immediately wonder why I feel the need to hide
what’s going on from Blade? Isn’t he one of the people I can trust? If not him
who?
Blade walks into the kitchen
and immediately he senses something is wrong. He walks right up to me and puts
his arms around me.
“What’s wrong babe?”
I just shake my head, not
trusting myself to speak.
“Come on, I know something is
bothering you. This place feels like a funeral home. Did someone die?”
I can’t speak. Instead I just
bury my head in his chest and cry helplessly…..
“Who died Jen? Was it your
mother?”
“I wouldn’t shed a tear over
her dead body,” I spit out. “But it wasn’t her.”
I lay my head on his chest
again hoping he would take the hint that I don’t want to talk. After a few
minutes my mind begins to quiet and the effects of his close proximity begins
to waken my other senses.
Soon my tears dry and my
sniffling turns into nuzzling and my nose inhales his masculine scent. Slowly I
begin to kiss my way up his chest to the base of his neck. A long finger
touches the base of my chin then lifts gently. Our lips meet and passions
collide. That’s all the invitation either of us needs to give the other and it
becomes a frenzy of hands tearing at clothes, desperate to access our naked
flesh.
“Are you sure?” He asks
between a hot streak of kissing.
“Are you crazy?” I ask,
pulling his head down to mine again where I proceed to assault his lips with my
own.
Shortly he swoops me off my
feet and we move our sudden lovemaking session to a more appropriate locale;
his bedroom.
He tosses me on this soft
mattress and meets my bouncing body with his where he mashes my soft frame with
his hardened physique. But he still seems a bit restrained. Perhaps he’s
remembering I was crying just moments ago.
“We don’t have to.” He
advises.
“Oh yes we do Sean.” I say
using his given name for a rare change.
“I like it when you say
that.” He confesses.
“Well it is your name.”
“Do old ladies get a club
name?” I ask suddenly pausing amidst our sex play.
“Have you been given another
name?” He asks me with a sly smile.
“Are you telling me I’m your
old lady?” I ask, stunned.
Actually I don’t know why I
should even be surprised. It’s not like he’s sleeping with anyone else and we
have shared a lot more than each other’s bed.
“As old as they come.” He
replies with another smile.
“That’s not the kind of old I
meant.” I snap playfully.
“And that’s not kind of lady
I meant either.” He says between bites on the tip of my nipple.
“Better not be old man.” I reply slapping him on the shoulder.
And then because the night’s
events are creeping back into my consciousness I grab Blade’s pride and joy,
massaging it close to eruption before settling my hips down onto his. He reacts
immediately thrusting almost violently and just about unsettling me. Our
sensuous, playful lovemaking has become a contest of wills; pushing, pulling,
giving and taking until both of us collapse back into each other’s arms hot,
sweaty, and sweetly exhausted.
Just before sleep takes me my
mind wanders back to Officer Regan and her last night on earth and how I just
christened her death with a shower of cum.
Chapter Eleven
4555 Lone Pine Road
(Consequences)
Blade did not want to loan me
his truck. I don’t blame him either because I wouldn’t tell him what I was up
to either.
“I need to run an errand.” I
tell him first thing in the morning.
“Okay, I have church in an
hour
not going to want to tell me for fear that he gets in trouble for screwing up.
I feel like the lowest of the low. I bet Alex even got killed because of me
somehow.
I’m two hours into my pity
party when the front door opens. It has to be Blade. Quickly I gather up my
cell phone and battery that had popped out and I jam it into my jean pocket. I
wipe the tears off my face and immediately wonder why I feel the need to hide
what’s going on from Blade? Isn’t he one of the people I can trust? If not him
who?
Blade walks into the kitchen
and immediately he senses something is wrong. He walks right up to me and puts
his arms around me.
“What’s wrong babe?”
I just shake my head, not
trusting myself to speak.
“Come on, I know something is
bothering you. This place feels like a funeral home. Did someone die?”
I can’t speak. Instead I just
bury my head in his chest and cry helplessly…..
“Who died Jen? Was it your
mother?”
“I wouldn’t shed a tear over
her dead body,” I spit out. “But it wasn’t her.”
I lay my head on his chest
again hoping he would take the hint that I don’t want to talk. After a few
minutes my mind begins to quiet and the effects of his close proximity begins
to waken my other senses.
Soon my tears dry and my
sniffling turns into nuzzling and my nose inhales his masculine scent. Slowly I
begin to kiss my way up his chest to the base of his neck. A long finger
touches the base of my chin then lifts gently. Our lips meet and passions
collide. That’s all the invitation either of us needs to give the other and it
becomes a frenzy of hands tearing at clothes, desperate to access our naked
flesh.
“Are you sure?” He asks
between a hot streak of kissing.
“Are you crazy?” I ask,
pulling his head down to mine again where I proceed to assault his lips with my
own.
Shortly he swoops me off my
feet and we move our sudden lovemaking session to a more appropriate locale;
his bedroom.
He tosses me on this soft
mattress and meets my bouncing body with his where he mashes my soft frame with
his hardened physique. But he still seems a bit restrained. Perhaps he’s
remembering I was crying just moments ago.
“We don’t have to.” He
advises.
“Oh yes we do Sean.” I say
using his given name for a rare change.
“I like it when you say
that.” He confesses.
“Well it is your name.”
“Do old ladies get a club
name?” I ask suddenly pausing amidst our sex play.
“Have you been given another
name?” He asks me with a sly smile.
“Are you telling me I’m your
old lady?” I ask, stunned.
Actually I don’t know why I
should even be surprised. It’s not like he’s sleeping with anyone else and we
have shared a lot more than each other’s bed.
“As old as they come.” He
replies with another smile.
“That’s not the kind of old I
meant.” I snap playfully.
“And that’s not kind of lady
I meant either.” He says between bites on the tip of my nipple.
“Better not be old man.” I reply slapping him on the shoulder.
And then because the night’s
events are creeping back into my consciousness I grab Blade’s pride and joy,
massaging it close to eruption before settling my hips down onto his. He reacts
immediately thrusting almost violently and just about unsettling me. Our
sensuous, playful lovemaking has become a contest of wills; pushing, pulling,
giving and taking until both of us collapse back into each other’s arms hot,
sweaty, and sweetly exhausted.
Just before sleep takes me my
mind wanders back to Officer Regan and her last night on earth and how I just
christened her death with a shower of cum.
Chapter Eleven
4555 Lone Pine Road
(Consequences)
Blade did not want to loan me
his truck. I don’t blame him either because I wouldn’t tell him what I was up
to either.
“I need to run an errand.” I
tell him first thing in the morning.
“Okay, I have church in an
hour
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