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“Oh shit,” I groan. “Oh shit, oh shit, FUCK!”
Hot streams of seed pour into Janie’s sweetness as she moans and screams, her legs clenching around my waist.
“Yes, Brand!” she cries. “More, more!”
I pump and pulse, spraying her with jets of creamy come, and she falls apart as well. Her pretty pout forms a perfect “O” of surprise and then her back arches off the carpeted floor as that pretty cunt squeezes and clamps around me.
“Mmmm!” is her scream. “Unnnh!”
We moan and cry out our ecstasy, soaring in the clouds together as we hit new heights. But after a few minutes, we begin to drift back to Earth. Or rather, Janie drifts and floats. I hit the Earth with a solid clunk of reality.
“Fuck,” I groan. “What have I done?”
She opens her eyes dreamily, staring at me.
“You did good, Mr. Danner,” she murmurs. “I had a wonderful time.”
I drop my forehead to her sweat-covered breast.
“Yes, but we shouldn’t have,” I grind out. “Fuck, Jerry’s going to kill me!”
That gets her laughing.
“No, he won’t and besides, he won’t know so it doesn’t matter,” Janie says in a gentle tone. “You did well, Mr. Danner. That was amazing and I enjoyed myself. Now, are you ready for more? In my bedroom perhaps?”
At her lilting words, I feel myself hardening again as the energy returns to my frame. After all, I was so excited that I pumped into her within seconds. But now, the curvy girl’s invited me for more.
5
Janie
One week later.
I practically shake from excitement as I close the front door behind me and lock it. I’m careful to do it as quietly as possible because I’ve made it this far, and I don’t want to get caught now. After all, it’s been a week since I made love to Brand, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the older man. I’ve been wandering through life in a haze, and barely even replied when I was spoken to. My mom was suspicious for sure.
“Janie, are you okay?” Sheena asked just a few days ago when we were at the breakfast table. I started and then blinked.
“Yeah, I’m fine Mom!” I said in a chirpy voice. “Why?”
My mom frowns. “It’s just a mother’s intuition, that’s all,” she says. “You seem out of it, and I don’t know why. I know I’ve been busy lately with that hair show I went to, but is there something you want to tell me?”
I shake my head cheerfully.
“Nope, not at all. Working at the mall is going great, and there were even fewer brats in the store than usual this past week. If you like, I can see if that hair accessory you wanted, you know the one with the metal plate connected to a black elastic, is on sale today. I think Claire’s was going to mark some of their stuff down, and I wouldn’t be surprised if this is one of the items.”
My mom nods.
“Thanks honey. I’d appreciate it if you did. I’ve had my eye on that one for a long time.”
I nod and smile sunnily because my mom and I get along actually, even if Sheena hasn’t had it easy in life. She got pregnant with me with her high school boyfriend, and that loser left us when I was still a baby. But my mom never gave up and always provided for me as best she could, working non-stop as a hairstylist. She has her own salon now called NaNaNa downtown, and it does well. Plus, as a younger mom, Sheena looks good with long black hair that trails down her back, tanned skin, and a bodacious body like Jessica Rabbit. I suppose that’s a good thing because I inherited my curves from her, even if my coloring is completely different.
But after that conversation, I tried to be less of a space case. Of course, it was hard because all I could think of was Brand, Brand, Brand! The older man owned me so good after we went up to my bedroom, and I swear we made love for hours in my little bed. The sheets were soaked after we were done, and I waddled around like a lame duck, I was so sore between my legs.
But now, I’m going out on a date with Brand. At first, I was afraid I’d never hear from the handsome trucker again, but then he texted me and we set this up. Of course, my mom and Jerry have no idea that I’m sneaking out to see Brand. They have no idea I’m sneaking out, period, seeing that it’s already 10 p.m. I think the two of them are asleep in bed already, judging from the loud cacophony of snores coming from their bedroom.
Quietly, I creep down the stairs and let myself out of the house, careful not to let the front door slam. Then, I tiptoe down the street until I catch sight of Brand’s truck parked at the curb. He drives a huge black Dodge Ram, and it’s the sexiest vehicle I’ve seen in my life. I can’t keep the grin off my face as I open the door and clamber in.
