The Whole Business With Jackie

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The Whole Business With Jackie

THE WHOLE BUSINESS WITH JACKIE

I had just had a fight with Arlene, my on-and-off girlfriend of a couple of years, except that I didn't know there was a fight until I knocked on her door to take her to the party that night.

Sometime between the time I left home that afternoon, which was a while before I headed to her place, she had gotten a call from Bill Blackstone, who asked her what she was doing that night.

Bill had been trying to make moves on her for a while and I don't know if he even knew she was dating anyone, since he kind of lived in a world of his own. But she told him about the party that night, I think without mentioning that I had told her about it. He knew some of the people who would be there, though not the hosts, and he wanted to go, so he was coming by to pick her up.

From the sound of her voice, Arlene had been drinking. Whether before or after Bill's call, I don't know.

This was not the first time Arlene had a sudden mind-shift, or been drinking, if they were not effect and cause. I turned around, killed some time elsewhere, and went to the party.

I found that Arlene and Bill had gotten there before me. Going without a date was no big deal; Steve and Sue Miller liked to invite unattached singles to their parties in an effort at matchmaking.

Jackie Romains, a thin black woman with big glasses, big eyes, smallish breasts, and curly hair, as well as a roguish smile, commented on the fact that Arlene was conspicuously with me tonight.

I answered as briefly as I could, but Jackie got me off to the side in a quiet spot – not easy at that party – and gradually got details out of me.

She said to me after what must have been fifteen or twenty minutes, “It sounds like you are not going to have much to do with Arlene for a while.”

“That seems fair to say,” I replied. “And after tonight I may just forget about her entirely/”

Jackie reached out her light brown hand to mine and said, “I can't honestly sat that I am sorry to hear that. I know you well enough, and what I have heard about you confirms it, that you are not the sort to skip ;lightly from one woman to another.”

I felt a little uncomfortable at that, but I could not deny even a certain stubbornness about things like that, and nodded.

“And I have been wanting,” Jackie continued, “to sleep with you for a while now. I want you to come home with me so I can find out if you are as good in bed as I think.”

Now this was about as surprising a thing as I had ever heard. I admitted to Jackie Romains that I had never really thought of her that way, that I liked the way she looked, and the way she smiled, and the way she talked, and (I suddenly realized just before I said it) the way that she thought about things, but getting into her pants was not a thing that had ever occurred to me particularly.

On the other hand, now that it had been suggested, my mind immediately went to speculations and imaginings to how it would feel to slide slowly into her brown body and how her face would look as I brought her to orgasm. And my mind kept going back there, too.

“But that is just what I was saying,” she said. “You are not the sort to chase every skirt around. I want to spend the night with you because I know if it doesn't go for more than a night it will be an honest night of pleasure – and if it's more, you will devote yourself to me for as long as we both want it to.”

I was startled that a woman whom I had never paid a lot of attention to had spent so much thought on making love to me. So it was my turn to embarrass her a bit by telling her how honored I was to have her think of me that way. I must say that she took it well, though he cheeks did color a little. (Well, they were already – but you know what I mean.)

By this time, people were probably noticing how much time we had spent together, so we joined other conversations – though we were still near each other for the next few hours. Jackie did talk to /Judy Kurman for a bit alone, and it was not too surprising that when Mike and Judy Kurman said that they were leaving for an all-night diner before going home, Jackie wanted to join them and I had the sense to say, “Me too.” I don't know if it stopped gossip, but it made it more equivocal. And four people would fill a booth.

When we got to our cars, Mike said, “Do you two actually want to go and eat?” We didn't, really.

But as the Kurmans drove away, Jackie said softly, “I want to be stuffed another way.”

In Jackie's apartment, after a long kiss, I whispered, “Would you like to take a shower together? It would be nice to be clean and fresh, and I want very much to see your body all over.”

“Oh, yes,” Jackie said, “But I want to do more than see you.”

We ran the water and adjusted the temperature while we undressed each other. Her breasts hung perfectly, with no sag at all, and seeing her nude figure – well, she liked that I did not sag either.

But I did make her body sag when my fingers entered her as we stood under the water. Our hands wandered each other's bodies, sometimes with a bar of soap. After a while any possible sweat was washed away and we felt wonderful and ready to be more so.

We carried our clothing into Jackie's bedroom. As we lay together, I kissed her and my hand found the opening between her legs. Her hips began to twitch, and I moved down her body. As it became clear where my mouth was going, she gasped.

“I hope you don't dislike that,” I said to Jackie.

“I'm certainly willing to try it again,” she replied. “The only man willing to try it, well, I did not get much out of it.”

It became clear that I was an improvement, from the way Jackie's hand tensed on my shoulders and my head and from the cries she made as mt mouth and tongue moved about.

Her head swung back as my tongue darted in, and after a while I could feel her stomach muscles writhe and twist as she became more and more aroused and finally went into a climax and moaned.

As her brown body relaxed in my arms, I said, “There is one matter that we ought to talk about. We may have a problem.”

“The answer is yes. Whatever you want.”

“You are being awfully trusting,” I said.

“Of course! I would have to be absolutely insane to be naked in bed with someone I did not completely trust.”

“Are you that sure that I'm not kinky?”

“I am that sure that you won't hurt me.”

“Hmm. The thing is, I did not expect to be here with you tonight – or with Arlene either. So I do not have any kind of contraceptive with me. I don't know...”

“I know that I trust you not to give me anything that I could not get from kissing you, except a baby. And I am on birth control pills. Does that solve your problem?”

“Yes, it does.”

“My dear Will, it would have been foolish to tell you that I wanted you in me, and I do, if anything that I could control would stand between us. And I do not want even the thinnest piece of latex between us. I want to feel YOU in me, and to feel your sperm. And from what I feel against me, you want to be where I want you to be very much.”

Jackie's hand moved to what she was feeling press into her, and she smiled as she looked there. Then she sat up and bent down, until I felt moist warm lips touch the end of my erection, followed by the sight of her head bobbing down and an exquisite suction.

She obviously enjoyed doing that, by the way she used her mouth and tongue all the way from the scrotum to the end of the shaft, licking and kissing and swallowing so much of my length.

I warned Jackie that she was very good at that, too good if she wanted me inside of her.

She lifted her head, and laughed happily. “I do, very much. And now!” And she lay back.

I knelt over her so her legs parted and her arms raised to hold me. She drew a long breath of anticipation which ended as our bodies met; I drew one of shuddering pleasure at her tightness.

She began to repeat, “So good, so sweet, so wide,” until the speech became gasps, and then became soft cries toward the end.

Her slim body increased my desire to fill it with all that I could give her, her hunger for me fed my hunger for her, and while we both wanted this to last forever, there came a point where it could not. Her muscles contracted around me and I knew that her womb was open to receive my seed, and I sowed it in a long series of spurts as she cried my name.

We slept happily. pink skin against brown, until late on the Sunday morning. I made us pancakes and eggs from her supplies, and we talked, though neither of us spoke directly of how the night before had ended.

Jackie finally eased into the subject by saying, “You know, you are the most generous man I have ever known.”

That puzzled me, as did her smile, and when I caught on the smile widened.

“Not that I mind having to change the sheet, but the size of the wet spot was surprising,” she said.

“It had been a while,” I admitted.

“Oh, I would not mind getting used to that. Or to aching a little in a few places. You are well worth staying in shape for.”

“My pleasure, madam.”

Her eyes twinkled. “Want some more?”

This time was not as long-lasting or violent, but still very nice. This tine she sat on my hips, and once she was completely impaled she began to sway her stomach (and her whole body, but I saw the stomach) back and forth. I do not know if she more out of it this time, except perhaps the ability to move freely, but she clearly got into it. Things were no better to me, but improvement would be difficult if not impossible. It takes me a long time at best to reach orgasm in that position, so that may have been another advantage for her.

We shared a bed almost one night a week for five months, until Jackie went to visit relatives, who convinced her that she had no future with a white man. I tried to bring her back, and indeed we slept together twice more, but things faded and finally she moved and did not give me the new address, and I have never seen her again.

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