Author's Note:
If you haven't read the other parts, I'd recommend going back for those (and maybe leaving a good review while you're at it). This is the last we'll see of Jen and Jake (in their own story, probably), but I've got lots of ideas for other stories up my sleeve. If you've got any scenarios or fantasies you want written at all, drop them in the comments, I'll consider visiting it. Maybe I'll even do a backstory on Jen's younger days and adventures. As always, let me know. Enjoy!
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Jake's hands were sweaty as he walked down the street towards Jen's apartment. He hadn't been on an honest-to-God date in more than a year, and definitely not with someone who already knew him so...
intimately.
He was hoping for a coffee date, a coffee date has no expectations. No that this wasn't
amazing,
but he was just so fucking nervous.
He rounded the corner on and saw her down the way, golden sunlight cast against her as the sun set. She was staring off into the distance, fiddling with her hands, before she saw him and a smile caught on her face. He walked towards her, almost giddy at the sight. She was in a flowing teal sundress, cinched at the waist to accentuate her hips, incredibly low cut to accentuate her tits, and short as can be to show off her legs. Her arms were as large as they'd always been, she still looked strong as hell, but so girly, so feminine, in every right way. Seeing her like that
almost
got him more flustered than seeing her naked.
He walked up to her and gave a little awkward wave. "Hi."
She smiled at his nervousness. Of course, she was just as nervous ---- she'd just never let it show. "Hi, cutie. It's just down this way a bit."
He nodded and they made their way down the street together. He was thankful for the location. He could already see the nightclub down the street and, unfortunately, the line forming. It wasn't even eight yet, and the line was dragging down the block.
"I didn't think you'd want me to take you out." Jake said, breaking the silence.
She looked over at him and studied his face for a bit, a light, bemused smile still on her face. "Of course I do Jakey. I've been waiting for
months.
Usually, I'd just ask, but I know how flustered you get."
A light flush travelled up his neck and settled on his cheeks.
She giggled. "Like that. And Jakey, I have to say, you look absolutely delicious tonight."
His blush grew deeper as she looked him up and down. He was wearing one of his new, tighter pants, and a tight shirt to match. The white cotton button up contrasted well against the light grey pants, tied together by a floral tie and brown leather shoes. He put effort into this outfit, and he was proud that she'd noticed.
"Thank you." He paused for a moment and scrambled to get the rest of his thought out. "And you look amazing too, obviously."
She smiled. "Thank you. I figured as much when I saw your eyes scan me top to bottom three or four times over when you were walking towards me."
He mumbled something halfway between a denial and an apology, cut off by their arrival at the club. Jen walked straight down the line and stood face to face with the bouncer. The man was large, scary, and cut.
"Hey Frank. I've got a reservation for right about now, we good?"
The large man gave a nonchalant nod, stepped to the side, and let them in. Jen grabbed Jake's hand, and they walked into the dark room with blaring music. An open floor had what had to be more than a hundred people packed in. The room was lit only with the occasional lasers shooting across the room, the bar lined with LED lights in the center of the floor, and the DJ's set up in the front. Around the edges of the room, on a slightly raised platform, was a row of booths and tables. They were nice, with scarlet red velvet and leather seats and floor length, starling white tablecloths. All but one were full, and Jen walked straight towards it. It was in the corner of the room, particularly dark. As he crossed through the floor, he got a better look at the crowd. All young as he was, some younger. Despite how early it was, the party seemed to already be going. Everyone had a drink in hand, some with pens they'd take hits from, all par for the course. But this crowd seemed especially rowdy. They were grinding like high schoolers, some doing more than that. He could swear he saw flashes of tits. Whenever the lasers shone over the crowd, and there were definitely people on their knees. Was that couple fully fucking against the wall?
They got to the table and took their seats, Jake sliding into the one sided booth first, and Jen right after. A small LED lamp was on the table, enough light to see whoever was in front of you, but not much more than that.
"This is nice!" He yelled over the blaring music.
"What?" She yelled back.
He leaned in closer. "This is really nice!"
She scooted in close to him, thigh to thigh, so that they could attempt a conversation without going hoarse by the end of the night. She leaned into his ear, her lips grazing against his skin. "I think this works much better. What was that?"
He tried to get his sentence out without stuttering. He put his lips to her ear and felt her try and fail to cover up a shiver down her spine. "This is a really cool place."
"Thank you."
"How did you know that guy though? The bouncer. All those people, and he just let you in without question. Is this where you take all the boys?" He smiled against her.
"Nah, I just train the guy." She felt him recoil, and a frown twitch onto his face. She giggled and pulled him back to her, reassuring him. "I'm not being coy. I
am
still a regular trainer. He wanted to get into better shape for his job and his girl. We've worked together for nearly a year now, he's a really nice guy when he's not being paid to kick people out."
He let his tense shoulders relax and breathed easy once again. A waitress came up, a small microphone headset on, strapped to a speaker pack on her belt to make her loud enough to hear. "Good evening guys, welcome to LUMI. I'm Luna, your server for tonight. Would you like to pick out drinks?"
Jen took the reins. "Actually, I think we can order everything now. Could we put in an order for entrées and drinks?"
"Absolutely. What did you two have in mind?"
Jake looked up from the menu and opened his mouth to order, cut off by Jen speaking for him once again. "We'll both take your best white and the pork chops with the boysenberry reduction please."
The waitress nodded and went off to fulfill the order.
"I was going to ask for an appetizer, I'm starving." Jake whined.
A sly smile took over Jen's expression. "You'll get your snack, don't worry."
She picked up her spoon and dropped it in the space between the tablecloth and her legs.
"Oops." She said, not looking sorry in the slightest. "Could you pick that up for me honey?"
Jake flushed, knowing immediately what she was trying to do. A loud, particularly horny club, with dark tables and floor length tablecloths. He slipped under the table, on his hands and knees. She must've tossed it under the massive surface, the table had to be at least four or five feet across, way bigger than anyone would need. He got the spoon and turned around to Jen's spread legs, her dress hiked up.
She hadn't worn any underwear. Her pussy was clean shaven, a bush lying neatly trimmed above it. This was an open invitation, and he was going to take it. She'd teased him for so long, and now she was open to giving him some of that control. He decided to take his time.
He planted kisses on her shins. Goosebumps raced across her skin and he hadn't even started. He let his plump lips rest against her shins for longer and longer, not getting up the knee. If she could talk to him, she might demand he speed it up, insist that she didn't like what he was doing. But it was just him and her pussy. He might not have been able to see, but he could definitely smell how turned on she was.
He heard footsteps approach the table. "Here are your drinks, and some complimentary fresh baked bread. Is your guest just in the bathroom?"
Jake saw an opportunity.
"Yeah, he j-just" He started kissing up her thighs, soft pecks with his tongue darting out. "He needed to be excused real quick."
The waitress sounded amused. "I'm sure. I'll be back in about 20 minutes, take your time."
Take your time? Did she know? Well, no use in stopping now. He got rougher. His pecks turned to nibbles. His teeth grazed her inner thighs and he could feel her ---- smell her ---- getting more excited. He started to suck on her thighs, determined to give her hickeys. She bruised easily, and with not very much coaxing, her inner thighs had proof that he'd been there. She was practically making a wet spot. He figured he should start to clean up what mess he's made.
He dragged his tongue up her thigh and finally, after months of anticipation, tasted Jen straight from the source. She shuddered under his touch. He wanted to eat her out before, but after tasting her, he wouldn't be able to stop if he wanted to. He dragged his flat tongue up her pussy, slowing as he got to her clit. Over and over, he licked, and she shuddered. Her legs grew tighter against his head. He focused his efforts on her clit, flicking his tongue across as he felt her breathing grow deeper and deeper. He heard footsteps coming over again, confused because the food shouldn't be anywhere near ready yet.
"Hey there." A deep voice said. His words were slurred, but clear enough. "Name's Clint. I saw a pretty thing like you all alone over here and I thought you should join me."
Jen tried to get herself under control. "No no, I'm all good here. I'm on a date and he will be
right
back so, thanks."
"C'moon. He's not here. Instead of waiting for him, you could come with me and have the time of your life."
Jake wanted to prove she was already having the time of her life. He clamped his lips around her clit and started suckling. She whimpered, not that he could hear her exceedingly well. She was having trouble getting out her next sentence.
"L-llisten. I don't want to dance with you, I don't-" She was cut off by her own moans. "I don't want to talk to you. There's plenty of g-girls in here with bad enough judgement to go home with you."
"One dance. I know you want to, and whatever jack-off you're dating won't do you half as well as I can. I mean look at you, you're in heat just talking to me."
