An adult stories – Maple Street Revisited part 6 by Kelliezgirl,Kelliezgirl Jeremy followed Jessica into the living room. She surveyed the wreckage of his breakfast and nodded her head towards the bedroom.
“They both in there?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I guess we wait,” she continued, taking a seat on one of the couches. She stretched her arms out as she reclined into the soft leather, her hand sliding behind one of the cushions. She rapidly sat back up, pulling her sister’s bra and panties out of their hiding place.
“Really, and I’m the slutty one,” she said to herself.
She was still holding the underthings when Endora and Esmerelda came out of the bedroom, both wearing one of Jeremy’s shirts this time.
Jessica tossed them at her sister.
“Did you forget something, Big Sister?” she asked in an overly sweet tone.
“I was wondering where those had gotten off to,” Endora responded, deftly catching them.
The older witches took a seat on the couch opposite Jessica, and Esmerelda patted the couch beside her. Jeremy took the hint and sat down.
“So, how is everything going here?” Jessica enquired.
“Better than we’d expected,” Endora answered, “Slugger here took the news better than expected so nothing drastic is going to be necessary on that end.”
Jeremy looked to Esmerelda who shook her head,” I’ll explain later.”
Endora continued, “That leaves us with checking on the other two mortals and then reporting back.”
She turned to look at Jeremy, who met her gaze.
“I need to ask something of you, you are completely free to refuse, this is only something that I can do if you are willing and completely understand what’s about to happen.”
“This sounds like one of those consent forms you have to sign to participate in a psych experiment,” he responded.
“That probably isn’t too far off the mark. I need, no that isn’t fair, I don’t NEED to, but I’d LIKE to take a look at your memories. Specifically, what happened at the bar last night. Maybe there isn’t anything useful in there, and maybe there is. You’ve shared everything you remember, but what’s in there,” she pointed at his head, “and what you think of as remembering aren’t the same.”
“Like when you remember a detail weeks later?” Jeremy asked.
“Yes, it was always in there you just couldn’t recall it at a different moment. I want to take a look at the original recordings so to speak, not how your brain has edited it. Here’s the catch. Like Esmerelda told you, every brain is different, how you file information varies. So, I can’t just go right to the file and grab it. I’ll probably need to look around, and I can’t be sure of what I’ll see. This might be a huge invasion of your most private memories. And, perhaps worse, I’ll be as gentle as I can, but when you are shuffling around in the filing cabinet things can get… misplaced. It doesn’t happen very often, and I am pretty good at this but again, I have to tell you what all the risks are.”
Jeremy nodded, thinking things over. Esmerelda put a hand on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to do this. I’m not sure I want you to do this. You’ve already risked too much for me.”
He put his hand on hers, “It’s okay, I’m fine with it. Endora might see a few things I’m embarrassed about,” he glanced over to the blonde witch, “If you start seeing things from the 6th grade run for it, no one should have to see that.”
Then he returned his eyes to Esmerelda, “I’ve been embarrassed before, and I’m sure I will be again. And if I can’t remember something, well then, I can’t. As long as I don’t forget any of my time with you, I can live with that. Something has to be done, and I’m the only one here to do it.”
Esmerelda hugged him, tearing up a little as she buried her face in his shoulder. He held her tight for a minute then looked at Endora, “What do I need to do?”
“Just relax, close your eyes and try to clear your mind as much as you can.”
Esmerelda let go of him, moving to the couch beside Jessica. Both were nervously watching Endora. The blonde witch closed her eyes for a minute, then opened them, staring at Jeremy before closing them again.
She opened them again and then turned to look at the other witches.
“Jeremy, is it okay if Jessica takes a look?”
“Whatever you think is best.”
Jessica looked at her sister quizzically, then closed her eyes in concentration. They opened almost immediately, and she looked questioningly back at Endora who just shook her head.
Both witches turned to Esmerelda, the red-haired witch looked back and forth between them.
“What?” she asked quietly, a tinge of fear in her voice.
Endora moved closer to the other two.
“Have you done anything to him?” she whispered.
“No, nothing, you’re really scaring me right now Endora.”
“Look into his mind Esmy.”
Endora looked to Jessica who just nodded silently and placed a hand on Esmerelda’s leg.
She turned to face her boyfriend, closed her eyes and concentrated. Her eyes opened almost immediately, and she looked to her friends. Both shook their heads, she took a deep breath, “Jeremy, honey, we’re done.”
He opened his eyes, looking at the three of them, seeing the worry in their faces, “Is everything OK? I didn’t mess it up, did I?”
“No, you were fine, we just need to… discuss a few things. Would you mind terribly going out by the pool for a few minutes?” Endora said.
“Sure, I’m just going to grab a drink, anyone need anything?”
“I think we’re fine, I’ll call room service in a minute, I’m sure Jessica needs something to eat. Do you want anything in particular?” Esmerelda asked.
“Not really.”
He grabbed a Coke from the fridge in the kitchen and went out to relax by the pool. As the door closed behind him, Endora turned to Esmerelda.
“You haven’t done anything? No spells? Nothing?”
“Of course not, why would I?” Esmerelda shot back.
“Everyone take a deep breath, ” Jessica interrupted, “I’m not sure what’s going on but that isn’t magic, at least it isn’t anything any of us can do, not even Esmy.”
“I’m sorry” Endora apologized to her friend, “I just… I don’t know.”
“I’m sorry too, you’re only here to help me and I shouldn’t be so defensive.”
Endora looked to Jessica, “Okay, what exactly did you see?”
“Nothing, absolutely nothing. I mean, I know there is a mind there but it’s just… not accessible. I’m not sure how to explain it. Anything I try to focus on isn’t there. What about you two?”
“The same, not sure I can express it but that has the feel of it.” Esmerelda answered.
“Okay, then we are all pretty much in agreement, I pushed pretty hard the second time, as hard as I was willing to risk and nothing happened.” Endora said.
“What now?” Jessica asked.
“Same thing we would have done if he had said no. You and I will track down the other two get what we need, then go to the council.” She turned to face Esmerelda before she continued, “but we have to report this too. I don’t know what’s going on, but we have to tell them.”
Esmerelda nodded reluctantly. “You’re right of course,” she said with a sigh, glancing at the clock, she continued, “We should probably get out of here though. Get dressed, check out, grab lunch then split up? We can meet up back at home after I drop Jeremy off.”
Endora considered it for a moment, “that works, it shouldn’t take us that long to track them down.”
She turned to her sister, “Want to grab Jeremy?”
Jessica grinned, “I seem to be the only one who hasn’t…”
“Not for lack of trying,” Endora retorted.
“Ummm… excuse me?” Esmerelda interrupted the sisters.
“Get dressed, I’ll tell you the story at lunch.”
Esmerelda hesitated for a moment, looking at the raven-haired witch, then shook her head and made her way to the bedroom with Endora on her heels.
Jessica opened the door to the porch and called for Jeremy, who was soon headed into the bedroom as well. The three dressed, then Endora helped them pack.
10 minutes later they were at the front desk, Jeremy had no sooner turned in the room key than the valet was pulling the McLaren under the portico, a black Mustang was already waiting. The valet handed Jeremy the keys, then retrieved another set from his booth and handed them to Jessica. The sisters got into the Mustang as Jeremy opened the McLaren’s door for Esmerelda. They were out of the parking lot before he was even buckled up.
“Don’t try to keep up with her,” Esmerelda warned, “she’s a bit on the reckless side sometimes, and I know where we are going.”
As they left the parking lot, Esmerelda shifted in her seat to look at Jeremy.
She gave him a wicked grin, “So, do tell me about you and Jessica. ”
His nervous expression faded as he glanced over and saw her grin.
“Not much to tell really.”
“Then tell me everything.”
He sighed, and then shared his encounter with Jessica at the pool hall.
She laughed as he finished, “you burned her number?”
He glanced over at her, her grin had been replaced by a more curious expression.
“I don’t know, I mean I wasn’t going to keep it.”
“We have these things called trashcans, dear.”
He chuckled, “I’ve heard about those, but I wasn’t near one and,” he hesitated briefly,” I wanted it gone. If I put it back in my pocket or set it down in the truck I’d have to deal with it later and…” His voice trailed off.
“You didn’t want the temptation?” She finished for him in a softly questioning tone.
He was silent for a minute, “Maybe,” he finally said,” but not in the way you are probably thinking.”
He fell silent again, still composing his thoughts.
“I love you, you’re the best thing ever to happen to me. I know I’ve never said it before because…well…our situation is.. shit. I hate it. But even before I knew everything, I never could have asked you to change that. It wouldn’t be right, and it isn’t something that it would have been fair of me to ask. So, here we are, and after every time I get to see you, part of me wonders when is this amazing woman, who is hopelessly out of my league, going to realize that I’m not worth the risks she is taking. I guess I was a little tempted to keep it, maybe as a hedge for when that day comes. But I realized I couldn’t be that guy, the one who has one foot out the door, thinking about the next thing. So I burned it, maybe some weird symbolic gesture to myself, but I’m all in, I’ll be here until you come to your senses, and then I’ll figure it out.”
He looked over at her, saw the tears running down her cheeks.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“No, you’re fine,” She laughed a little through the tears, “you’re wonderful, amazing, the second-best thing to ever happen to me.”
Jeremy laughed, “that’s fair.”
“I’ve just felt so guilty, like I was ruining your life. I just…Endora and I had so much fun in college. Going to parties, concerts, games, and everything else you could imagine, and I keep thinking I’m taking so much of that away from you. You should be out with someone your own age, someone like Jessica,” She snorted a little,” who isn’t exactly your own age, but might as well be, and having this wonderful amazing time. Instead, you’re missing out for a few hours a week with me, and I hate that.”
He took a hand off the wheel, placing it on her cheek, using his thumb to gently wipe away a tear.
“I don’t really want that, the typical college stuff I mean. When I first started, I did that stuff, some of it at least. Clubs and concerts and parties, but it got old. After my sophomore year I just sort of gave up on it. I still like the occasional concert when it’s someone worth seeing, and I like going out with my friends, but I still do all that. I’m not missing anything, and I gained you.”
They drove in silence for a few minutes, broken only by Esmerelda giving directions. They turned down a few backroads and then into the parking lot of a nondescript BBQ place. He parked next to Jessica’s Mustang and looked at Esmerelda. The tears were gone now, and she gave him a faint smile.
He gave her a nervous smile, “Are you ok?”
“I am,” She replied with a note of confidence in her voice as she continued, “I just needed to get that off my chest.”
She turned a bit in the seat, looking at him, a smile crossing her face.
“I have a plan!”
“You do, do you?”
“I most certainly do!”
“I can’t wait to hear it.”
“I think we should stop worrying about all that and just enjoy what we have together. No need to borrow trouble, we can let the future take care of itself.”
Jeremy nodded, “Sufficient onto the day, as my Grandpa likes to say.”
“Wise man.”
With that they got out of the car and headed into the restaurant. Endora and Jessica were waiting just inside the door.
“Slow poke” Jessica told Jeremy with a wink.
They went to the counter, with a little help from Esmerelda, Jeremy ordered a few pounds of brisket, two links of sausage, a quart of baked beans, and another of creamed corn. The ladies went to find a table while Jeremy paid, then brought the bounty to them.
The dining room was filled with wooden picnic tables, and he found them sitting at one in the corner. Jessica and Endora on one side, Esmerelda on the other. He set the tray down and took his seat next to Esmerelda.
They tore into the BBQ, Jeremy had initially thought they were getting too much but at the rate it was disappearing he started to wonder if he’d have to go back for more.
Esmerelda finished off a piece of brisket and looked over at Jessica.
“So, Jessica, I think we need to get something straight.”
“What’s that?” The raven-haired witch replied.
“In the future, if you want to fuck my boyfriend, I expect you to ask me first, understood?”
“That does seem reasonable,” Endora observed.
Jessica looked around at the other three for a moment, then looked Esmerelda dead in the eye.
“Esmerelda, can please I fuck your boyfriend?”
“Of course, you can,” the red-head responded, “That’s what friends are for.”
Jeremy looked around at the smiling women, “Ummm… don’t I get a say in the matter?”
“Were you going to say no?” Endora inquired looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
Jeremy leaned his head back placing his wrist on his forehead theatrically, “Poor, poor pitiful me, nothing but a piece of meat…”
Jessica speared a piece of sausage, looking at Jeremy, she licked it seductively, “You say that likes it’s a bad thing, “she said before taking a bite.
He felt her foot on his leg, sliding up his calf, toes against his thigh, then pressing against his crotch. Jessica smiled at him seductively, her foot playing with him. Then he felt Esmerelda’s hand on his thigh, she gave him a pat and squeeze, he glanced down and watched as she did the same to Jessica’s leg.
The other witches laughed, and they resumed eating. The conversation turned to other things, Jeremy discovered that Jessica and Esmerelda hadn’t seen each other in a while, with Jessica apparently just back from London. They spent the next half hour catching up, with Jeremy mostly listening as the old friends talked. Jessica mentioning someplace she’d been, the other two commenting on their experiences there. He was thrown for a bit of a loop when Endora asked if Jessica had been to the Carlton Hotel, and mentioned a wonderful party she and Esmerelda had attended there.
Esmerelda looked at her curiously before observing, “They never rebuilt it after the Blitz.”
The blonde thought for a moment, “wow, that’s right, that party was what 37? 38?”
“37, it was Janet’s 150th birthday.” Esmerelda clarified, “your mom was in Greece with a new baby, if I remember correctly,” bobbing her head towards Jessica.
“You’re right, she was…I’d forgotten that.”
They all sat quietly for a moment, the two older witches reminiscing, while Jeremy and Jessica looked on.
Esmerelda finally broke the silence, “it was a heck of a party though.”
“It was.” Endora replied, and they were soon back to discussing London.
They continued talking for another half hour, then Endora noticed the time.
“Well, Jessica and I have some work to do, and you need to get him home I suppose,” the blonde observed.
They said their goodbyes in the parking lot, the sisters headed west and the lovers headed east.
Jeremy and Esmerelda were soon back on the Interstate heading north. Traffic was surprisingly light and they were back at Jeremy’s apartment shortly before dark. He gave the steering wheel an affectionate pat before getting out and retrieving his bag. They shared a passionate kiss, then he handed her the key fob and money clip.
She took the fob and handed the money clip back.
“Hang on to it, for next time.”
“See you Tuesday?” he asked.
“Can’t wait.”
He watched as she pulled out of the parking lot, then headed to his apartment.
The dirty clothes went into the washer, except the T-shirt Esmerelda had been wearing. He placed it over the arm of the couch, kicked off his shoes and laid down. Laying there on the couch, eyes closed, he could smell her scent on the shirt as he drifted off to sleep.
He woke up in a cold sweat, remnants of the dream clouding his mind. It had the same intensity as the strange, erotic dreams he’d had when Esmerelda had first come into his life. It wasn’t erotic this time, it was strange, not scary, not a nightmare, but there was an element of fear, of panic almost? Fragments of him running, Esmerelda with him and someone else, he struggled to remember, a child? That felt, right, he realized. Were they running from something? To something? He wasn’t sure, he just had the sensation that it was important, and dangerous.
The clock on wall indicated it was a little after midnight, he got up, tossed the clothes into the dryer, took a quick shower and went back to bed. He lay awake for a while, the dream fading but then thoughts of what his life had become, what he’d discovered. He was in love with a witch he reminded himself. And he was truly in love with her. He wasn’t sure of much else in all this, but that at least he was certain of.
The dream didn’t return, and he awoke to his alarm at 7:00am. He still had a nagging feeling, that something was going to happen, something he needed to be ready for.
How can you be ready for something if you don’t know what it is? He pondered as he ate breakfast. He felt like a pretty prepared guy, in a general sense. He had a things to deal with an extended power outage, extra food, stuff in the truck for a roadside emergency, the usual stuff. There was that moment in the bar, he hadn’t been prepared for that, and the feeling of danger from his dream returned. Was it real, imagined? Some sort of delayed stress reaction? People had brought up PTSD a thousand times after the fire, but he’d never thought he had that. Was this it? Or was it something else? He picked up his phone and texted his brother.
“What is the best martial art?”
He set the phone down and was cleaning up when it buzzed.
“For what?”
“Not getting your ass kicked?”
“I’m the only one allowed to kick your ass!”
“Apparently not everyone got that memo.”
The phone started ringing and he answered, his brother’s voice came over the line and he could hear the concern, “What happened, are you ok?”
“I’m fine, was at a bar with a girl, some guys had a few too many and were looking for trouble and picked me.”
“And?”
“It got broken up before anything really happened, but if it hadn’t,” his voice trailed off, he felt guilty about lying to his brother, but he certainly couldn’t tell him the truth, and this was at least close to the truth.
“So, you want to be able to take care of yourself if it ever happens again?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“OK, tell you what, I’m on my way to the unit, what time are you out of class?”
“Anything after 11 today.”
“Damn, slacker civilian college schedules, all right, I’ll call you this afternoon, OK?”
“OK, thanks and…”
His brother cut him off, “and this isn’t something Mom and Dad ever need to hear about.”
“Thanks”
It was almost 1 pm and Jeremy was back at his apartment studying when his phone rang.
“I’m going to text you an address, one of my troops is running an MMA gym in town. He said for you to come by and see him. He’s a good guy, had to get out over some family stuff, hated to lose him. Anyway, he’s the answer you’re looking for. Anytime after 12 and ask for Eddie, he’s expecting you.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it. You going to make it home anytime soon?”
“Maybe a week this summer, still sorting out the calendar, we’ve got a lot going on.”
“We need to take Dad out when you do, see a ballgame.”
“Definitely, he probably misses that as much as I do. I’ve got to go staff meeting in a few minutes. Let me know how it works out.”
“I will, thanks.”
The line went dead, and a moment later the address popped up. The navigation app showed it a little over 20 minutes south from his apartment. No time like the present he thought as he grabbed his keys and headed for his truck.
The gym was in shopping center that had seen better days. It wasn’t run down precisely, but it had a worn down look, the look that comes from things getting patched up when they really ought to have been replaced. It occupied half of what had been one of the anchor tenants, a small grocery store perhaps? There was no doubt in his mind that it had been a Spirit Halloween at some point over the years. The other half was under construction, and he could hear men talking and power tools working as he entered.
There was a pretty young Spanish woman behind the desk and she looked up from her phone and smiled as Jeremy walked up to the counter.
“Welcome to Tigerland, interested in a membership?” she asked.
“Maybe, I was actually looking for Eddie, he’s expecting me.”
The woman looked him over for a minute, then picked up a microphone. She keyed it and the background music cut out as her voice boomed over the PA system “Eddie to the front desk please.”
She set the microphone back down, “He should be here in a minute, he wasn’t with a client or anything.”
Jeremy continued looking around the gym as he waited. One side was filled with various exercise machines, the other was all free weights and the equipment to go with them. Halfway down the room a pony wall ran the width, various cardio machines faced it, and on the other side he could see mats, training dummies and the various accoutrements for martial arts training.
A Hispanic man walked through a break in the wall and headed for the desk. He was 5ft 7in or so but his broad shoulders almost made him look shorter, he wore baggy black gym shorts and a tight black t-shirt that simply said “Tigerland Gym” in block letters on the front. It did nothing to hide how well muscled he was.
He walked straight to Jeremy and extended his hand, “You must be Jeremy”. Jeremy extended his hand, the other man took it, then pulled him in and clapped him on the back with his free hand.
“It’s good to meet you, it was an honor to serve with your brother.”
“Nice to meet you as well, he speaks very highly of you.”
Jeremy could see a glint of pride in the man’s eyes as he heard that.
“So, what can I do for the brother of the best Commander I ever served with?”
“Well,” he hesitated, not sure how to start the conversation, then decided to be direct, “I want to learn how to fight.”
Eddie’s looked at him questioningly, obviously considering his next words, “And why would you want to do that?”
“I got caught up in a situation with my girlfriend, couple of guys wanted to make trouble and we got cornered. Someone intervened, but if they hadn’t,” he paused for a moment, “I’d rather not think about what they might have done to her.”
“So what kind of fighting do you want to learn?”
“How to end a fight and get the hell out of dodge if I absolutely have to.”
The shorter man nodded, “Good answer, I train people for two things. How to defend themselves from the lowlifes out there, and how to handle themselves in the ring if they want to compete. I knew your brother wouldn’t have sent you to me if you were looking to be a tough guy, but I had to ask.”
He gestured to the girl behind the counter, “Why don’t you give your driver’s license to Gabby, she’ll get you into the system, and I will give you the nickel tour and we can talk about training.”
Jeremy obediently handed her the license and Eddie led him into the gym proper. It was nice, if minimalist Jeremy thought as Eddie showed him around, obviously proud of his place. Not the kind of place you go to if you want Pilates, a spin class or the latest fad, but for people who took their fitness seriously. They made their way to the back, into the training area, and Jeremy surveyed the mats and gear.
“What’s your schedule like?” Eddie asked, “Mornings, afternoons, evenings? What are you looking for?”
“Afternoon would work best, Monday, Wednesday, Friday?,” he asked, hopefully.
Eddie nodded, “1400 for an hour, hour and a half?”
“I could make that work.”
“Let’s plan on that, I’ve got a two other guys at that time, they are only a little ahead of you. Far enough you are going to get your ass kicked for a bit, but not far enough you can’t catch up. If you can handle that?”
The last was spoken as a question and Jeremy nodded in agreement.
“I think I can. How much does this cost?”
Eddie looked him over for a long moment.
“You’re still in school, right?”
“Yes, I’m going to finish up in the summer semester.”
“Tell you what, until then, it’s on the house. I owe your brother a lot more than that, and I know about you, saving those kids. I’ve got two of my own, so let’s just say that means something to me.”
Jeremy started to say something, but the older man cut him off, “Don’t argue or I’ll make you regret it on the mat, okay?”
He nodded sheepishly in response.
“Start on Wednesday?”
“I’ll be here.”
“Good,” Eddie glanced at the clock on the wall, “I’ve got to get a few things done before my next class, so I’ll see you then. Don’t forget to get your license from Gabby.”
They shook hands and Jeremy headed back to the counter.
The strange dream came back that night, he was tempted to tell Esmerelda about it when she came over but decided not to. She seemed a bit preoccupied, and they spent their time together having lunch and talking.
The dream didn’t return that night, and he was well rested and feeling good for his first training session. Eddie had been right about one thing; he definitely got his ass kicked. He was battered and a bit bruised but feeling strangely fulfilled when he went to bed.
Esmerelda was back to her usual self on Thursday, and surprised him with some new lingerie.
The next few weeks, he settled into his new routine, adjusting his study time to fit in his sessions at the gym. He was still getting soundly trounced, but he was starting to get a few licks in of his own. The training and the workouts were great, but he found he really enjoyed the camaraderie. He’d always had that in his life playing ball, and getting it back made him realize how much it had meant to him.
It was a Tuesday, the week before finals when he answered the door to find Esmerelda almost giddy as a school girl.
“You seem pretty happy?”
She was practically bouncing as she hugged him.
“Guess who just got offered a very important, career enhancing opportunity to work on a project in Thailand!”
“I have no idea…”
Her grin got even bigger, which Jeremy would not have thought possible a moment before.
“My husband!”
Jeremy’s face fell, Esmerelda’s eyes went wide at the reaction, and she pressed on hurriedly, “and guess who thinks that it would be just too dangerous for his wife and daughter to spend the next year in Thailand?”
Jeremy’s disappointment became puzzlement.
“Also, my husband! Out of the picture for at least a year, probably longer, these projects ALWAYS take longer.”
She threw herself into his arms and began kissing him passionately. She started gently pushing him, guiding him back into the apartment and to the couch. When she had him sitting on it, she slipped out of her t-shirt and yoga pants. She kneeled in front of him, and slipped his shorts off, her hand was soon stroking his hard cock. She looked up, and their eyes met.
“Just like the first time we met,” she said with a mischievous smile.
She leaned down, kissing the tip at first, then placed her tongue at the base and licked her way up the shaft before taking the head in her mouth. She resumed stroking the shaft as her tongue teased the head. He let out a little moan of pleasure as she slid him completely into her mouth. Working up and down, hand caressing his balls.
Then she released him, standing up, her hand stroking him now, she turned around and guided his hard cock into her waiting ass. She let out a gasp as he penetrated her, and just like their first time, his hands instinctively went to her hips. Steadying her, guiding her as she lowered herself onto him.
He was completely inside her, hands holding her hips as she sat motionless on him for a moment.
“That night,” she purred, “when we did this…”
“Yes..”
She started moving slowly now, up and down just an inch or so.
“I know it was your first time, it was my first time too…you are the first, the only one ever to be inside me like this.”
She started to move a little faster, and farther up with each stroke, 2, almost 3 inches now.
“You feel so good inside me, I love the feel of your hard cock inside my ass, I love being naughty for you.”
Faster now and farther now, his hands roaming over her back and ass now, as her left hand moved down between her legs, and her right squeezed her breast.
“I love everything about you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” she called out, riding him hard now.
The sensations, the words they all overwhelmed him, “I love you, I love you” they were both calling out in unison as he came inside her. She kept going, still riding him as he filled her. Then she was coming too… crying out in the ecstasy, both physical and emotional, of the moment.
She leaned back, pressing against Jeremy’s chest, and his arms wrapped protectively around her as they both recovered from the moment.
She took a deep breath, squeezing his hand, “I do love you, it wasn’t just the moment.”
He hugged her tightly, kissing her neck gently before saying, “I love you too, I think I loved you from that first night, I just didn’t understand it yet.”
She stood up, letting him slide out of her, and motioned for him to lay down. She got onto the couch in front of him, pressing him back into the cushions as they spooned.
He wrapped an arm around her, and she took his hand, interlacing her fingers with his, and pressing it against her breast.
They lay quietly for a while, savoring the moment together.
Esmerelda was the first to speak.
“I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
“I need you to go on a few dates with Jessica.”
“Well,” he paused, unsure of what to say, “wasn’t expecting that.”
She laughed, “I suspect you weren’t, but there is a method to my madness.”
“That’s reassuring,” he replied and gave her a little squeeze.
“I need to get people used to seeing you around, it will look awfully suspicious if my husband leaves the country and suddenly this big college stud starts showing up around my house.”
“A big college stud! How dare he start hanging around your house, let me at him, let me at him,” he said with mock outrage.
“Ohh, you’re the only big college stud for me,” she wiggled her bottom against him to emphasize the point.
“But joking aside”, she continued, “people suddenly seeing you will be noticed, but if everyone thinks you are Jessica’s boyfriend, it’s a lot easier to explain.”
“That makes a certain amount of sense, but why do I need to go out on a few dates with her, can’t we just tell people that?”
“It needs to be believable, you two need to go out a few times, at least get comfortable with each other. Then Endora will be throwing a little birthday party, and you two will show up as a couple. Everyone will see you together. Then I’m going to throw a going away party, and you two will be at that. It should seal the deal in everyone’s mind who you are. If people see you around after that, you are just helping me out with honey do stuff.”
He gently kissed the back of her neck, once again lost in how strange his life had become.
“Besides,” Esmerelda continued, “Jessica is really eager to try you out.”
“Try me out?”
The auburn-haired witch pressed his hand against her breast and laughed, “Yes silly, she wants to find out if you’re as amazing as Endora and I say you are.”
“You want me to…” his voice trailed off.
She twisted around in his arms until she was facing him, her hand caressed his cheek for a moment, then rested light against the side of his face.
“You don’t have to of course, but you can if you want to, she certainly wants to, and I don’t mind.”
“It just feels a little, I don’t know, wrong, maybe?”
“You had sex with Endora, that didn’t seem wrong, did it?” she enquired.
He thought for a moment, “Well, not really, but the first time it all just sort of happened, it was all just sex, and I didn’t feel about you the way I feel about you now. Or really know how I felt about you.”
She smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss, “but after that first time?”
“After that, you were always there, so it seemed a little strange at first, but you always seemed so… happy doesn’t quite describe it. There was never any question that you were part of it and wanted it. I never thought it would change anything between us, that it might hurt you.”
It was her turn to think for a moment.
“I love you and Endora both, and nothing that brings you two joy would ever change that. For some people I know that envy, or perhaps jealousy could be a problem. I can understand why you’d worry about that, but you don’t need to. We’re not like that, it’s not really part of who we are.”
“Part of it is because, I hate feeling like a hypocrite, but… I guess I couldn’t handle it if things were the other way. Which is crazy because I am the other guy right now, and that still bothers me too.”
“To that first bit, I can understand that, and to be honest, if you were with just anyone then I wouldn’t feel the way I do. I could accept it, if it was making you happy but that’s all. But it’s different with Endora, and Jessica for that matter, I’m not sure if I can explain it, partly because, and please don’t take this the wrong way, you don’t have friends like mine. Endora and I have been friends since we were babies, I’ve known her for 140 years, not as long for Jessica, but 80 years is still a long time. And the three of us are very psychically… compatible is probably the closest word for it. That connects us in a way I can’t describe. The night, in the bar,” she trailed off, looking at him.
He nodded slowly and she continued, “I didn’t reach out to her, she already knew something had happened, she was on her way before I was settled enough to call. Jessica was a half-step behind her, she just started from further away.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, anything.”
She gave him another kiss.
“How long did it take your dad to get used to all this?”
“I suspect he would tell you he still isn’t used to it,” she said with a touch of laughter in her voice. “It’s a lot to digest. But my point is, you with Endora and Jessica doesn’t bother me, it will never bother me. If you heard an amazing song, one that just moved your soul, wouldn’t you want the people you love most to hear it too?”
“Yes, of course.”
“That’s how I feel about you, I want all the things I love and cherish the most to be together. It wouldn’t bother me if they listen to the song without me, because part of me would still be there.”
Jeremy nodded thoughtfully, “I won’t say I completely understand, but I understand enough.”
She nestled tightly against him, “It’s a start.”
Later that afternoon he was working on citations for his last paper of the semester when his phone chimed with Esmerelda’s distinctive tone.
“Jessica’s free Friday. 555-9832”
Jeremy took a deep breath, then called.
A sultry voice greeted him, “Hey Slugger.”
“Hi Jessica,” he hadn’t felt this nervous talking to a girl since Junior High, he steadied his nerves and kept on, “I was wondering if you were free for dinner Friday?”
“I thought you’d never ask, pick me up at 7, I’ll make reservations.”
The line went dead, and a moment later a text appeared with an address and the admonishment to dress nicely and not be late.
The week sped by as he prepared for finals, Esmerelda was amused by the situation when he told her on Thursday. She warned him that if Jessica was making the reservations it was going to be somewhere rather fancy and to use the money clip she had given him to cover it.
His gym session on Friday didn’t go well, and he got thrown around more than he had since he started. Eddie observed that he seemed distracted and he had to admit he was. That same Junior High nervousness was in the pit of his stomach. Back at his apartment it was a quick shower, then he put on a nice pair of slacks, a button up shirt and sport coat. The boots and belt Esmerelda had given him on their trip completed the look and he felt confident he wouldn’t get kicked out of any restaurant in town.
The address she had given him turned out to be a luxury condominium building downtown. His old pickup felt conspicuously out of place in one of the visitor spots in the parking garage.
The elevators were across the posh lobby and he hit the button for the 22nd floor. He took a deep breath as the door opened and stepped out. Jessica’s condo was at the far end, he glanced at his watch, 6:50. He willed himself to calm down, trying to get his nerves under control, he couldn’t understand why this had him so off balance. After everything that had happened over the last several months taking a beautiful woman to dinner, one he already knew was eager to take him to bed, should be a walk in the park. Jeremy did a breathing exercise his physical therapist had taught him for a few more minutes, it was 6:56 now, one last breath and he knocked firmly on the door.
After what felt like an eternity the door opened, and he found Jessica smiling at him.
“Hello there Slugger,” she looked him over and with an approving smile added, “you clean up nice.”
“Thank you, that’s a beautiful dress.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she twirled slowly allowing him to admire it all. It was a black cocktail dress, cut low in the front, but the space was filled with a transparent fabric. The transparent fabric continued down the sides and around the her back. It plunged to just below her waist in back, and all the way to the end of the short skirt on the sides. He had to stop himself from staring as he realized that he could essentially see from her arm all the way down the side of her body, meaning there was no way she was wearing a bra or panties under the dress.
With a mental shake he regained his focus, “Are you ready?”
“Am I ever,” she said seductively, “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
She stepped out, closed the door, and took Jeremy’s arm as they headed back for the elevator. They made it to the garage and Jessica looked back and forth between Jeremy and his pickup.
“I see how it is,” she began with an exaggerated pout, “Esmy gets the nice ride, and I get…” she gestured to the truck, “this.”
“Hey, I like my truck,” he said a touch defensively.
“Of course, you do, but we are definitely going to have to work on this, it will do for tonight though I suppose.”
He opened the door and she climbed in with a resigned, if a bit theatric, sigh.
She gave him directions as they left the garage, and guided him to Knife, regarded as one of the best steakhouses in Dallas. Jeremy was instantly grateful for Esmerelda’s insistence that he keep the money clip she had given him. The meal was excellent, as they both enjoyed the amazing dry aged, bone in, ribeye. Jessica insisted he tell her everything about himself, and he quickly shared more or less the same story he had told Esmerelda. The strange nervousness had faded, and they had a remarkably pleasant dinner.
Jessica shared her story, born in Greece, her Mom had fled back to England just before the Italian invasion in 1940. Her father had remained behind, and not survived the war. After his death her mom continued on to the states, eventually ending up in Dallas. Jessica worked for the Council now as a sort of trouble shooter, which required travel, usually on short notice, but not terribly frequently.
It was almost 10 o’clock when they arrived back at Jessica’s apartment. She ushered him inside. The living room took full advantage of being located on the corner of the building, with two walls being floor to ceiling glass, providing a spectacular view of the metroplex.
Jessica gestured towards a small wet bar and told him to get a drink, then excused herself for a moment. Jeremy found a beer in the refrigerator, opened the bottle and was standing by the windows looking out over the city when a reflection caught his eye. He turned around to find Jessica striding across the room towards him, completely naked.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked in an innocent tone.
The nervousness he thought had been banished at the restaurant was back with a vengeance, and he had to pause for a moment to keep from stammering. Not for the first time he reflected on how the trio of witches in his life were so different, yet all so beautiful. Esmerelda, the petite red-haired girl next door, Endora, the tall, blonde that Central Casting would have earmarked as the head cheerleader, and then Jessica with her raven black hair. She had the look and grace of an athlete, a gymnast he thought. Her movements had power, a strength to them, it wasn’t just cat like, it was almost predatory.
“Yes, the view is amazing,” he replied as vaguely as possible.
“I thought you might enjoy it.”
She was almost to him now, and he felt himself instinctively taking a step back. She stopped, cocked her head to one side, looking at him for a moment.
“Why don’t you get more comfortable. Hand me that jacket.”
He removed his jacket and she took it from him, laying it over the back of one of the chairs, then she sat down. She leaned back comfortably.
“Now the shirt.”
He set the beer bottle down, and began unbuttoning the shirt. Once it was off, he glanced around, questioningly. Jessica made a little throwing away gesture and he tossed it aside.
“Now those boots, Clark does amazing work, doesn’t he? And the pants as well, Slugger.”
His boots were soon set gently by the window and his pants joined his shirt.
She stood, walking back over to him, eyes locked on his. She reached out, and he held steady this time, placing her fingertips on his shoulder, she went behind him, her fingers gently tracing the line of his shoulders. She stopped, examining the area under his left shoulder blade where a large bruise had formed.
“What happened here, Slugger?” she enquired, leaning in and gently kissing it.
“Took an elbow in class today.”
“I didn’t know you chemical engineers got so wild in class.”
“Not that class, I take MMA lessons.”
She nodded, “that’s probably a good idea.”
She continued her circuit around him, fingers roaming over his chest as she examined him from the front, looking down at his bulging boxer shorts. She stopped behind him, moving closer, her breasts pressing against his back. A hand on each of his hips, he felt her thumbs slip inside the waist of his boxers and begin to slowly slide them down. She slid them all the way down to his ankles, then slowly stood back up, her fingertips tracing along the backs of his legs until her hands were on his ass. She gave his butt an affectionate squeeze then moved forward again. Her breasts pressing against his back as her arms wrapped around him. Her hands found his hard cock, her left wrapping around it as her right explored his chest and stomach.
“My sister was right, you do have a very nice cock,” she purred, pausing to give it a little squeeze before resuming stroking him. “I just can’t decide where to start with it.”
She stroked him for another minute or two, then spun around in front of him, releasing his cock. A few quick strides brought her to the corner windows. She spread her legs a little, then he watched, transfixed as she bent at the waist, until her head was between her calves and she was looking back at him.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Slugger,” she said with a wink then brought her torso back up. She positioned herself with a hand on the windows to each side of her, and looked back over her shoulder.
Jeremy hurried to position himself behind her, placing his hands on her hips, his cock was soon pressing against her.
“That’s it, Slugger, I want to feel that nice hard cock inside me.”
He pressed forward, and she pushed back to meet him. He gasped as he entered her, slowly filling her, savoring every sensation until he was completely inside her. They paused like that for a moment, and for the first time it registered on Jeremy that they were completely surrounded by glass, looking out over the city.
He began thrusting into her, a slow, steady rhythm, his hands finally getting the chance to feel her body. Her skin was as smooth, soft, and perfect as the other witches. He could see the lights from the hotel just down the block. Wondering if anyone was looking out at this building, if anyone could see them?
“Harder,” Jessica instructed and her words banished thoughts of other people from his mind. He complied, each thrust driving her forward, he felt the tension in her body as she braced against the windows to keep from falling forward.
“That’s it, just like that, don’t stop,” she commanded, her breathing getting heavier. She was rocking back to meet his thrusts now, their bodies colliding in passion with each wave.
“Fuck me,” she cried out, “fuck me hard.” She let out a moan and he felt her body quivering as she orgasmed.
He started to slow down, and she quickly responded, “No, no, no, don’t stop…keep going. I want to feel your cum, I want to feel it so deep inside me.”
He resumed his pace feeling the tension in his own body build.
“You like my pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he practically groaned.
“You like fucking my pussy, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Say it, I want to hear you say it.”
“Your pussy feels so good, I love fucking your pussy.”
“Mmm good boy, you want to cum in my naughty pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, I do, I want to cum in your pussy, I want to fill you with my cum.”
“Ohhh yes,” she purred at his words, “do it, fill my pussy, fill it with your cum right now.”
He fell over the edge and he felt his cock spasming as he came, filling her just as she’d asked. It felt like she was squeezing him, drawing every last drop out of him as she let out a cry and orgasmed for the second time. They both held still for a moment, then she straightened up, and he slid out of her. She turned and placed a hand on his cheek, then leaned in and kissed him.
“That was a very good start, Slugger.”