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JESTER
My first week of freedomis spent bouncing back and forth between my townhome and Talon’s cottage. I prefer the second one. My place is filled with memories of my dead son and the women I’ve fucked over the years. I don’t want to think about the past. When my mind is set on looking back, I feel too old to try anything new.
At the cottage, I only see Talon. Not the little girl I mostly ignored or the teenager lusting over me or the young woman on life support. I see the woman she became while I was gone. That Talon is worth getting wound up over enough to push myself to try new things.
I’ve come to accept how Bomber overestimated how willing his sister was to put out. We pass the one-week mark without Talon spreading for me. She won’t even walk around naked, even though I strut around bare assed.
However, Talon does walk around in her lady boxers and thin tank tops. When I see her bend over, I’m prone to nibbling her exposed ass check. Talon doesn’t flip out, even though she looks at me like I’m nuts.
The first few times I cup her tits and go in for a kiss, I taste only arctic cold. When I don’t push for fucking, she quickly settles her britches and has fun. She seems particularly surprised by how much her nipples like my attention. I realize then how Talon isn’t a particularly sexual chick. This explains why she never needs to rub one out when we’re left unsatisfied.
With all our PG-13 rated fun, I haven’t jacked off this much since I was a young teen. Talon gets me so damn wound up.
“Rate my breasts,” she says one night and yanks off her tank top to expose her B-cup-sized tits. Talon straddles my lap and stares into my eyes. “I want the truth.”
“They’re fantastic,” I murmur and cover them with my greedy hands.
Breathing unsteadily, Talon leans her head back and sighs approvingly. Suddenly, she sits up normal and narrows her eyes.
“Compare them to Ominous’s rack.”
“You’re trying to stir up shit to avoid feeling good.”
“You had her first.”
“Doesn’t having you last count for anything?”
Talon allows a little smile. “I don’t like feeling sexy,” she says as her hips buck in reaction to my knuckles against her hard nipples. “But I want you to think I’m sexy.”
“We already know you’re crazy. Why stress the details?”
“Are you only with me because Ominous wouldn’t settle down?”
Frowning, I lean closer until we’re eye to eye. “What makes you think I couldn’t get that woman to stick with me if I really tried? You’re assuming shit based on nothing. If she and I were the real deal, I would have gotten her to settle down, and she would have been happy to ride only my dick.”
“I don’t want to be your second choice because we both know you’re my only choice. I never even considered another guy.”
“You think too much,” I say and cover her lips so she’ll stop finding reasons to put her shirt on.
I enjoy quality time with her dark pink nipples. When I pluck at her flesh with my lips, she gets so horny and loud. I can feel the heat from her pussy begging for my cock’s attention. She might feel the same thing because she shuts down our fun and gets depressed.
“I’m broken,” Talon mumbles, falling to the side of the couch and covering her tits. “I used to be normal.”
“What the hell would I do with normal, Talon?” I ask, and she finally settles down enough to cuddle up against me.
I’d get irritated with her hot-and-cold shit if her fears weren’t so real. When she’s panicking, I feel like we’re genuinely under attack.
And when she looks at me full of affection, I never doubt this woman loves me. So, rather than complain, I give my dick relief and remind myself to be patient.
Not that my lovesick crap keeps the woman from driving me nuts. Like today, when she blows me off for lunch after her time at the shooting range with the chick bikers. No explanation about her change in plans. I think she likes making me wonder and worry.
