Jessica Pt 7

Monday morning and we return to work today. Well, I have too, Jessica goes with me as she wants to. And I want her too. I wake up and there is no Jessica in the bed. She must be around her somewhere. Not in the living room, not in the kitchen and not in the bathroom.

"Darling!! Make some more espresso and come out to the patio."

Is spoken by the missing Jessica.

I dutifully perform her request and move to the outside. There sits a naked Jessica, taking in the morning sun. Just as she did when on vacation. She holds her hand out for more espresso.

She speaks.

"Roger, get naked and sit with me."

I do.

We don't talk much, but enjoy the sun, warmth, and espresso. I do reach over to take her hand in mine. Life intrudes and we must get moving. We both spend some time at Doris, warming up and practicing. Doris is upset with us for leaving her for so long. But with our attention, she comes around.

As I have been away for so long, the bills needs attention. Lots of scribbling and time at the computer to get these things done. We break for some lunch. Jessica has prepared a nice Chef salad. She has yet to dress. However, I am not surprised at all. Jessica is very comfortable this way. I admit to a few misgivings about nudity. But Jessica wants me this way as well. I want to please her.

The early afternoon is absent of tasks or chores. We can relax before going to the lounge. The sofa is our current location. But Jessica seems to be inching her way towards me.

I speak.

"Get over here to me."

She is there in a flash.

Jessica speaks in a voice that trembles somewhat.

"Roger, I must touch you. I need to touch you. If I don't, I feel like I'm lost or something."

I hug her to me and speak.

"I know what you mean. My arms are always open for you. You never have to ask. And I want you here. As often as you like."

She snuggles.

We spend some quiet moments this way. Work calls and we must dress. I am anxious about returning. I want to get back, but part of me wants to hold on to what we experienced the last two weeks. Wishful thinking, I guess. Jessica dresses in a black shiny camisole, black slacks, and black stilettos. With her darkened skin, she is stunning in her appearance. I always feel like a slob next to her. Even though she has done much to enrich my wardrobe. We departed for work.

They are glad to see upon our arrival. There are questions about what we did. We say much, but not everything. That is for Jessica and me alone. We are told that things went well in our absence.

Patrons did ask where we were and when we would be returning. That's nice to hear. But the substitutes I lined up did a good job. I think they will take our place when we are off. It will be some steady work for them this way.

The piano at work needs some attention. Jessica and I both do this. She is a quick study. Several people stop to tell us they are glad to see us. A little break and some time with Jessica in the green room.

She sits in my lap and there are a few gentle kisses. Then we go out to perform. Jessica sings with a different type of feeling tonight. There is a feeling of joy and happiness there that is different from before. She never strays far from me. Many times, performing with her hand on my shoulder. We are more in sync now than before. It is difficult to explain, but it is there.

This is our week. A very similar schedule each day. Friday we will meet Gus and Nick. Three weeks since we last saw them. They will have some insights as to how things really went. Jessica and I have worked on set lists. She has insights that should improve the flow of things. I trust her judgement.

Nick and Gus are full of news. They did have a fine time with the subs, but they weren't us. Nice of them to say. They talk about their kids some. At this point, Jessica gets up and leaves. She has done this before. The guys don't seem to think anything of it and continue with their stories. Obviously, this is making Jessica upset or uncomfortable. I will talk with her when we are alone.

We ran through some trouble spots and things worked out fine. Then we do our thing in the green room. Once we go on, the place is packed. The four of us groove as always. Set after set of playing and singing, dancers twirling around the floor. When the crowd is enthusiastic, you feed off this and redouble your efforts. Jessica and I have at least two double espressos during the evening. It becomes Saturday morning, and the time has flown by. Nick and Gus are out of there fast. Jessica and I followed soon after.

I feel very much awake right now. The rush of performance and coffee I suppose. We arrived home. Some cold white wine would go well right now.

Jessica comments.

"Roger, I am wide awake and kind of wired."

She rubs the cold wine glass across her upper chest. Water droplets roll down and into her camisole.

Jessica shivers at this, but then she looks up at me to speak.

"Want to make me tired?"

I don't even make a verbal response. I stepped to her and removed her camisole to drink the water droplets. Her strapless bra is removed and tossed aside. I go to her chest and breasts with fervor. Jessica kicks off her shoes and one leg goes up and around me to pull me closer. Her hands claw at my back, then she is wanting my shirt off.

I flipped her around and put her hands on the counter. I pull her ass towards me to push the black slacks and panties to her ankles.

Jessica turns her head to and speaks.

"Do it!! Take me hard right here!"

My head is spinning with lust for her. My pants dropped and I take her. She is loud and moaning. My movements are forceful.

Jessica continues to cry out.

"Do it!! Take me!! Give it to me!! Come On Roger!!"

With such enthusiastic encouragement, I do give her what she wants. Once it is done, I spin her around and her mouth is my next attack. Her arms wrap my neck, and her legs wrap my torso. Her counterattack is just as forceful.

In between hard kissing, Jessica speaks.

"God, I love it when you do this to me."

I must put her down. It's hard to walk with pants around your ankles. But we make it to the bedroom, and I take off what I have left on. Jessica's clothes are strung about the kitchen. Our embracing and kissing continued into the shower. Shampoo and soap make us slippery, and this is fun. Still, we are heavily involved with each other. I can't and don't want to stop with her.

I stumbled out of the shower. Still a tangle of lips, arms, and legs as we move to the bedroom.

My breath comes fast and hard as I speak.

"Jessica, I want you again. I want you right now."

All she does is leap at me. I caught her in midair. We fell across the bed.

She speaks.

"Roger lay back and let me do this."

She takes me in her hands to bring me up to specs. Then when my passions begin to rise, she adds her mouth. Once I am fully aroused, she climbs atop of me to straddle me. Her movements are like those of mine earlier. I help her in any way I can.

This is so very intense. I have never been with a girl this passionate about me. I want to return it in equal measure. Jessica grunts each time she bounces on me. Her breasts rebounded in tandem with her movements. She grinds hard on me. Then her fingernails dig into my chest as she arrives at climax.

She speaks.

"Cum in me Roger."

I do and I want to. We fell in a heap next to each other.

I believe it took us all five seconds to fall asleep. Her head on my chest and body against and on mine. We went from caffeine crazy to spent in a short time. We moved not at all the rest of the night. The morning was a slow wake up for us.

Performing all evening and the athletics once we were home, made me tired. But it is a good tired.

As I open my eyes, a smiling Jessica is looking at me.

She speaks.

"Good morning you Beast."

She crawls up to kiss me lightly. I return.

"Good morning, Jessica. You were on fire last night. You made me on fire for you."

Another smile for me. I try to roll from bed to make espresso.

Jessica whispers.

"No, don't leave me. Please stay."

I stay with her. There will be no good time for this. But I would like to know why she leaves when the guys talk about their children. So, I ask her just like you read it. Jessica rolls way and doesn't face me. I can hear her beginning to cry. Oh no. I have made her weep. Now I must know what's going on.

I sit up in bed and speak.

"Jessica, please come up here to me. I want to hold you."

She does so and soon there are warm tears making lines down my chest. Jessica is curled into a ball in my lap. This kind of reaction. I can't imagine what horrible thing has happened to my precious Jessica. I don't push. I give her the time she needs.

Then after some time, a tiny weak voice from Jessica.

"Roger, do have any children?"

I must answer no, I have no children.

She goes on.

"I was pregnant once. I lost the baby. They told me I couldn't have children."

Now, I am beginning to understand.

She speaks.

"I wanted children Roger. It will never happen."

She cries.

They don't know it of course, but when Gus and Nick talk about their families, it just rubs salt in a wound. Some people feel awkward in these situations. They don't have the words. Well, let me tell my thoughts.

There are no correct words.

Nothing you can say will take away the pain they have. Instead, you should just listen and be there for them. Hold them and love them. That will mean more than anything you could possibly say.

Jessica wept for the longest time. I had no intention of moving or asking her to move. The day will go on. But for now, she needs me here, like this.

Jessica was still after a time. I believe she went back to sleep. We have time for this. I have time for her.

It is early afternoon before she stirs and speaks.

"Roger, can I have some espresso?"

She moves from me so I may do this for her. I stand in the kitchen, preparing coffee. Not too long after, two arms come up behind me to wrap around me.

She whispers.

"Roger, I love you."

The espresso can wait a second or so more. I need to turn around and kiss this girl. Then I make espresso. Jessica is very clingy. She sits in my lap for coffee and follows me wherever I go. It's okay though. I don't mind.

She did ask if it would be alright for her to stay home tonight instead of going to work with me. This tells me she is still somewhat upset. What Jessica has told me is of great importance to her. And now, to me as well. So, I told her that would be fine. I get a little smooch for that. Jessica helps me to choose my attire and to dress for work.

As I leave for work, my last view is Jessica standing in the doorway to watch me go. She stands there in a t-shirt. It takes all my power of control not to turn around and be with her.

Monday night is very lonely for me without Jessica. I play and play and play. But it lacks something. Oh, people seem satisfied with what I do. I am no longer happy with my playing. Jessica is not here to inspire me.

Oh yes, I am a professional at things. Inside, in my heart and soul, I miss her. She aches inside and I know this. It pains me to have her like this and I want to make it better. But I can't change the past.

Crap. I just hit some wrong notes. Focus, I must focus, but it is so difficult. Monday night isn't very busy. I can leave and go home. You know I drive too fast, but I am motivated.

A text is sent to Jessica.

"I am coming home."

This is the first time we have been apart since she moved in with me. I find the sensation very unsettling, and I don't care for it at all.

My phone buzzes. "I'm waiting" is all it says.