To my loyal readers, of which there are far more than I expected to find: I have a confession to make. These stories are not perfect. There are some major flaws, which comes from being in too much of a hurry to publish.
First, I neglected to mention that Jack is a Native American. Oh well. When race is not specified, we generally tend to assume that it corresponds with our own. I don't suppose this is generally an important issue, but it may affect the reader's mental picture of the character. Who is tall, bronze, and has long black hair.
Second, I had no idea where this story was going when I started. Wasn't even sure it was going to have more than one or two parts. I just felt like creating a sexual fantasy. But then it sprouted and grew...and now it really is going somewhere. If I had known where it was going I would have included some hints in the first six segments. But I didn't, and it's too late now, so on we go and I think you'll be surprised at where the journey takes us....(And don't worry; there WILL be plenty of sex along the way.)
I flung myself back on the bed, groaning with frustration. Another wad of come oozed from the head of my cock and landed on my belly. Absently I wiped it up with Anna's panties. Clearly I had failed another test. And had not even managed to relieve the pressure in my balls. I was losing ground rather than getting closer to what I wanted most. Now she was more frightened than ever, and I had to try to repair the damage.
I got up and put my clothes back on, then tapped lightly on the bathroom door. "Jennifer?" I called. Oh shit. Real Freudian slip there. "I mean, Anna? I'm so sorry you saw that, honey. Please give me a chance to make it up to you."
"Go away!" Muffled sniffles. "I'm so embarrassed I could die!"
"Just give me a chance," I pleaded. "We'll make supper together, and then if you still want to go home we'll go, OK?"
Silence. I rattled the bathroom doorknob and to my surprise the door swung open. Either she had unlocked it or it was never really locked...was this an invitation or an accident? I took a chance and went in. Anna was huddled on a velvet boudoir chair, her face in her hands. "Get out," she said between her fingers.
I crossed the room and kissed the top of her blond head. Her hair smelled clean and fresh, and she had combed and dried it in a different style than she usually wore, making her look even younger. Normally she could pass as Jennifer's sister. Now she might pass as Jennifer's younger sister. "I know you're scared, honey. But remember I love you, and I'd never ever hurt you, OK? We won't do anything you don't want to do. I promise."
She dropped her hands from her face and put her arms around my waist, still avoiding my eyes. "Maybe I'm more worried about things I WANT to do," she said. "Oh Jack. I love you so much...but I'm so scared...if we make one mistake it could ruin both our lives."
"Then we won't make any mistakes," I said stoutly. "Come on now. Let's go see what we can do about supper."
She squeezed my waist hard and let go. "Why don't I see about supper while you take a shower," she said, standing and placing both hands on my chest. "There are some dressing robes in the closet, since you didn't bring any extra clothes."
"You could stay and wash my back," I suggested.
"Or not," she said, easing past me toward the door. I caught her by the hand and pulled her back into my embrace, kissing her soundly before letting her go. "I'll see you for dinner then," she said with a smile. "Be sure to dress appropriately."
I took a quick shower, resisting the temptation to bring myself off with a soapy hand, and dressed in an expensive-looking embroidered silk robe I found in the bedroom closet. I sat on the edge of the bed to compose myself before going downstairs. How to proceed? Anna's mixed signals were driving me crazy. What did she really want? Or, more importantly, what was she pretending to want in her role as Little Virgin Annie?
I padded downstairs just as the sun was setting, filling the room with a fiery glow. Anna was busily working over the stove when I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed the back of her neck. She shivered and I don't think I was imagining it when she lightly ground her tight little ass against my thigh. I slid my hands up her slender waist and cupped her breasts before she protested. "Jack!" she squealed, "You're distracting me! If you want to help, go start the fire and we'll eat by the fireplace."
I boldly tweaked her nipples before turning toward the fireplace. She hadn't been wearing a bra! Had she left off the panties too? My cock began to rise, and I tried to think of something less exciting. Like snow. Cold and wet. Big snowstorm. What the old people called the Starving Moon. Blizzard. Curling up with Anna before a blazing fire in a blizzard. The People spent much of the Starving Moon fucking their brains out, because there was nothing else to do. Damnation. It wasn't working, and the robe was not designed to hide an erection.
I got the fire going without incident, since someone had left it expertly laid with kindling and everything in place. And naturally a Skin like me would be good at starting fires. Ha ha. I sat down on the soft leather couch and stared at the leaping flames. And tried not to think about what was probably not going to happen that night.
"Dinner's ready," Anna called from the kitchen. I stood up, hastily retying the belt of my robe in an attempt to conceal my hard-on, and she met me carrying a large silver tray containing two plates and two stemmed glasses filled with deep red liquid. Luckily it had become quite dark in the room, the flames from the fire providing the only light, which helped conceal my boner but reflected enchantingly off her pale skin. I took the tray from her and set it on the massive coffee table, then seated her at the end of the couch and myself close beside her. Best not to give her a chance to put distance between us. I handed her a plate and took one for myself.
"This looks really good," I said. "How did you ever put together a meal like this so quickly?" It looked like some kind of stew over noodles, with small heaps of peas and mushrooms next to it. It smelled wonderful, and I suddenly realized how hungry I was.
Anna stifled a giggle. "It's Boeuf Bourguignon. My specialty." Then in a lower voice, "Also a specialty of Lean Cuisine."
"I'm sure yours is a thousand times better than theirs." I leaned over and caressed her earlobe with my tongue. Her tiny diamond earring flashed red and gold in the firelight. She flinched and turned her head to meet my lips.
