Author's Foreword: This is another story about people who do not live next door and who are winners ultimately, as they enjoy life. Also, there is no hot sex here, but lots of psychology. Please read only if and when your tolerance level for this sort of thing is high enough. The comments on my last submission included some useful advice. Thanks. All errors are mine.
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The Saga of Jerry-Josey-Tracy
Jerry Jackson and Josey Johns drove south on I-93 toward Boston Center chatting amiably about their upcoming flight to San Diego. It would be followed by a round trip cruise south to 4 Mexican and Central American Pacific ports before returning to San Diego and then their flying back to Boston. Josey said, "Darling, I am impressed that you got our travel package at such a bargain price, you are a skilled negotiator - amongst your other talents!"
Jerry chuckled and said, "I wanted to favor the woman who both turns heads when on the dance floor plus who heats up my soul to a no-cost-to-her extravaganza. By the way, today completes our third month of being together - did you remember?" He noted that her facial expression said that she had no idea that three months had elapsed. He continued, "Thank you for being an excellent ballroom dancer so that we succeeded in finding each other at a dance camp in the White Mountains." Josey squeezed his free hand but remained silent.
The couple was nearing Boston Center traveling south at the posted speed. Both were excited at the prospect of attending the black-tie dinner -Josey's first - especially because Jerry was to be one of the honorees. The senior Architectural Project Manager glanced at his companion and grinned that she was his live-in Squeeze and thought, "The past three months with this woman buoyed my male ego and made preparing for Boston's coming winter enjoyable. Whew! What a fiery lover she is - my first Squirter in my limited sex experience. The apartment owner even installed a rubber pad beneath the sheets to protect his mattress from Josey's orgasmic squirts right after we first moved into the spacious quarters."
As the Boston skyline appeared just beyond the newly designed cable-bridge and just before entering the downtown tunnel, Jerry's thoughts were, "How fortunate Is it that a Nerd like me is fucking a 'Number Ten' beautiful divorcee. Even though she is a known Cheater and her ex-husband divorced her for that reason, she certainly has taught me some things in bed during the past three ecstatic months. Alas! The life of a cheater must be self-destructive since her paramour dropped her almost as soon as she moved in with him. Then Josey must have moved in with me as a last resort. Let me think; her divorce will be final in one month by now. But, she is my first live-in fuck-buddy, and I like it! At the same time, I am plagued by a suspicion that she would rather be with someone else than with a nerd like me - that I am just a Human dildo for her who has won a few dance contests while I provide her with a high-cost meal ticket. So, am I fortunate or not? I wonder if something better will ever come my way? Why must life be so convoluted and why can't I find a woman who fits me, body and soul," as he unconsciously pounded the steering wheel?
Josey Johns squinted her eyes at the yellow sodium vapor light in the tunnel under downtown Boston for a moment. Unbeknownst to Jerry, her thoughts were, "My poor ex-husband, Dan, is desperate for me to call off the divorce before it's final and take him back. Heh heh. He now suggests an open marriage that I wanted in the first place as the price of staying married - the damned Wimp! I sure don't want a steady diet of his zero sex skills again, but as Dan's wife in the swing club I could have variety, and the Cocks would just form a queue to get me. On the other hand, my 'significant other' Jerry Jackson treats me to expensive booze, the best chow in Boston, and his cock, which thrills me because of his record-breaking stamina. Alas! Our relationship won't last, however, because he is just masturbating himself with my body instead of using his hand, wishing for someone to come along with whom he relates, body and soul. On top of that Jerry has invested all that money on our cruise of a lifetime. God Damn! I hate ships! I also hate myself for not telling the star performer that I hate the sea. Ahh. What to do? There must be something better for me than living a Country and Western song - not to mention my youth and beauty is fleeting in front of my very eyes. And yet, I crave the excitement of watching men ache to touch me, even now."
The couple presently arrived at the hotel where the dinner was taking place, and all eyes turned towards Josey when the couple entered the ballroom. The president of the group that developed the luxury high-rise condominium wanted to dedicate his building at this black-tie dinner. The invited people were the principals who made it happen. He droned on and on about the 'magic of achieving luxury at a discounted price.' The project had been finished on time and under budget. He stated, "...this is possible only when the right individuals are in place to make it happen." The developer gave the general contractor, structural steel supplier, and others several awards. Finally, the senior architect of record, was called to the podium to speak. She began making her way to the stage.
The architect's firm employed Jerry Jackson, and the newly completed 'Crystal Palace' was Jerry's 'baby' for three long years of very long work days. The 32-year old would shortly be sitting for the exams in order to hang his own shingle in the future. He was already a member of the American Architectural Association and had published two articles in prestigious journals.
The architect of record arrived at the podium. When cued, she spoke praising creativity, insight, and technical skills, all coming together to make 'Crystal Palace' the newest icon on the Boston skyline." She called up two team leaders and presented an award and bonus check and then she called their project's senior manager, Jerry Jackson, to the podium.
When Jerry was standing beside the Architect, she continued, "You all may have seen the recent article about 'Crystal Palace' in New England Architecture magazine that Jerry wrote and had published. It celebrates everyone here for having achieved luxury at a bargain basement price per square foot. The Principle driver behind our success, and who wrote the article, received no accolades. Jerry managed the basic design and construction of the building from sketches. He did this by selecting the best team and the best materials from sealed bid vendors who understood that there was no space to store building materials and that workers are idle if material deliveries are delayed. In other words, the ones selected were best equipped for just-in-time supply-chain delivery of construction materials - this often required tactfully ignoring pressures to buy from vendors who had been traditional suppliers." Turning to Jerry Jackson, "We all love you, Jerry because you made the 'under budget' happen." After the applause had died down, she continued, "Here is a bonus check and I order you to take a much-deserved month off after your many, many 18-hour work days while the building was rising. Please plan to look at a new luxury project where right now financing is being arranged upon your return - the cost per square foot in this new building must be even less than Crystal Palace.". The participants stood and clapped wildly.
After the ceremonies had ended and the congratulations by well-wishers had petered out, Jerry noticed that the look on Josey's face was one of boredom. The festive dinner attendees had come around to chat with the project manager. At one point Josey excused herself and took a phone call that lasted twenty minutes. As the crowd finally died his live-in lover approached him again and said, "Congratulations, Jerry, this was your night. I could not imagine the respect and admiration you received based on how you described it - this was not, as you called it, 'a simple awards ceremony.' Are you ready to go home so I can give you my award?"
On top of the world and feeling good at what she implied, Jerry said, "I thought this damn night would never end. Let's go, dear Josey."
Back at his apartment, two and a Half hours later, Jerry and Josey's bed was wet, and the covers were on the floor. The two lovers had enjoyed their most intense, over the top coupling previously experienced in their three months together. In fact, as Jerry tried to carry on a conversation afterward, Josey just drifted off to sleep totally exhausted in the warmed room. He got up and refreshed himself and brought two beach towels and placed them under their bodies so neither would sleep on wet sheets on top of the new bedroom suite he had recently bought. Josey was not even roused awake in the process.
