(New Years Eve)
After Jack had left the humble cottage deep in the hills, Jack felt something real and fulfilling. Not just any old feeling, but one which gave him a certain feeling and more reason to keep on existing.
"Damn that lady could cook a mean dish." Jack said. "Wow, and the way she gave me such pleasure in bed." Sighing.
Once Jack had reached the old estate just outside the small town. Every woman he saw, encounters, which gave him a thrill and a most pleasurable erection as though Jack seen in each of their eyes and smile that glitter and gleam that erases every other woman he made-love to. Reminding him of Jill so much that he became obsessed with the thought of seducing her and making-love again on the living room floor. Every time Jack would think of this blonde lady he would shake all over and foam at the mouth. Visions of impurity would also cast a spell, form a swelling beyond imaginable inside the worn-out blue jeans he wore to his sister's nogleration party and ceremony of becoming the towns first female mayor.
Jack was so familiar with the tiny village that he walked around like he had lived there all his life. Combing the streets late at night with nothing to fear but fear itself, since the crime rate was extremely low and 'neighborhood watch' signs in damn near every window. Knowing his sister from their childhood years was a woman of her word and a no nonsense kind of person. Judy was sort of like Jack, full of spunk in the sack and a person with a sense of touch and humor. All nature's senses reacting simultaneously whenever sex was the topic, which most would shy away from.
Judy's anogleration party took place in an old abandoned barn, which was newly renovated by the town's budget. Place where everyone felt free to speak their mind and enjoy themselves without any pressures of 'higher up's' retaliating on their behalf. The barn was in the form of a huge ballroom with winding stairs at each entrance and chandeliers that hung from the cedar rafters. Flooring was dull but clean and bails of straw were stacked neatly around the perimeter of the four walls that were covered with items you would find in any ordinary barn.
Jack had arrived a bit late when he took his seat at the first row of tables. Smelling the familiar scent of erotic perfume behind him. Sensing the heavy breathing he once felt and tremendous amount of energy being spent on him that sent hives on down his spine. Everyone was dressed in either rags or riches when Jack's eyes circles the tops of the trees shown through the high windows and behind the platform where his dear OLE sister was giving her speech. Young handsome man dragging his beady attention to this, a view of the many rooms upstairs in the large loft where many seeds were once spilt and many more will be sewed for the sole purpose of pollinating this, another type of field of dreams. Ones that already felt the sting of adventures when the newly appointed mayor's speech was completed and many had taken their place on the ballroom floor. Dancing around the room, while the songs of love were being played on stage, right next to Jack, still wondering if Jill was still willing to scale the hybrid corn stalk. Knowing a New Year was only hours away and a trip to the altar was nearing Jack's mind when goose bumps be-gun to form upon him.
Jill was pouring herself a drink near the first set of stairs near the front entrance of the barn. When Jack suddenly saw Jill from a safe distance. Seeping through the lovely lady's black jeans were the strings, outlining the entire front and rear of the short blondes front side. Allowing the lad's emotions to run wild, carefree, and in-to the midst of harms way. Dancing his way with a much younger girl with braided pigtails and a smile that made Jill appear jealous and insanely intoxicated by the man's closeness. Appearing before Jill with that same gesture and look in his eye that once made her undress for him. Then once the music was about to explode with an up-tempo beat, Jill cuts in, begins to rub her tight jeans against the lad that was in dire need of her gentle services. Dancing wild and erotically as if responding to, too, Jack's needs. Then feeling his stiffness through his jeans when she wraps her loving arms around him and begins to nibble alongside his throbbing warm neck. Want-ing Jack to plunge into her deep well, energize her needs like she once felt up in the hills some two years ago.
After a few more trips to the punch bowl and a couple more erotic dances, Jill was tempted to rape him before god and friends. Daring her mate to fondle her all over and to make a scene. Touching and fondling Jack the way she once did gave her a few more hidden ideas. Attached to the ceiling was this giant ball, round object of glistening silver, which Jill stood under when Jack watches her indulging drink after stiff drink until she felt confident enough to engage the middle-age man with a bitter stare and impure thoughts. Yearning to avenge his huge muscle once again that she measures with her sultry eyes and demands to touch and insert between her goddess legs. Knowing if Jack turns her offer down that she would rape him, then 'do him' right on the dance floor.
