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The Book Lover Ch 19

The Book Lover Ch 19

by tperstory
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Author's note:

First of all, my apologies for having left the story in such a dark place for so long. It was not my intention. But life got in the way and I struggled with some severe writers block over the past several months. I have really struggled with this chapter, trying my best to imagine how everything might come together. I promise the story will work it's way into a happier place, but that there may be more dark times ahead before the story resolves. There's still quite a bit of story to tell.

It was just after 9:00 when the phone rang. Rebecca had been in the office for just over an hour. Jack always wanted her there earlier, before everyone started to arrive. It didn't mean she got to leave early, of course, Jack didn't work that way, but he recognized her as the exceptional administrative assistant that she was, and she didn't want that to change, so she made sure to keep him as happy as she could.

She was surprised when he came in that morning. He was usually pretty grumpy on Monday mornings, but he had been very pleasant when he arrived. He seemed to be in one of his rare good moods. He brought her coffee and brought donuts for the break room. He was bright and cheerful and smiling. He had a rather pleasant smile, but most people in the office didn't get to see it very often.

She picked up the phone on the third ring.

"Hey Rebecca, it's Tom," the voice on the other end of the line said. She thought he sounded like shit.

"Hey, Tom," she said, "what's up? You don't sound so good."

"I'm not," he said. She couldn't believe how morose his voice sounded. "I'm not going to make it into work today. Can you let Jack know? He didn't answer his phone when I called."

"Sure," she said, "I'll let him know for you. What's going on? You sound really down to me."

There was a long silence.

"I ... ummm ... it's not important."

"Sorry, but your not getting away with that with me. What's wrong? I can hear it in your voice."

"I ... I broke up with Jessie last night. I just walked out. I'm not sure I can ever go back."

"What?" Rebecca said, incredibly surprised. "You two seemed so good together."

They had, in fact, been incredibly good together the last time she had seen them. They had made her want to move in with them and spend the rest of her days in their bed. How could that have fall apart so quickly?

"Oh god!" She said suddenly. "This isn't because of me, is it?"

"God no," he said quickly and emphatically. "A

lot

has happened since that night though. I don't really want to talk about it over the phone."

"I get that," she said. "So where are you staying then?"

"I got a motel room last night. Not sure where I'm going to stay long term, though."

She thought for a moment and had an idea.

"Why don't you stay with me until you figure that out then? It would beat being alone in a cheap motel."

"I can't ask you to do that," he replied.

"You're not asking me to do it. I'm telling

you

to do it. I insist on it in fact. It's just a studio apartment, but I'm sure we can make it work until you figure something else out."

"I ... I don't think I should impose on ..."

"Nonsense," she said, interrupting him. "I won't take no for an answer. I'll text you the address. I can meet you there over lunch and let you in and give you a spare key."

"I ... I don't ..."

"Stop it Tom," she said. "Just say thank you and accept the offer, okay? You need a place to stay that isn't a motel."

"Okay," he said. "Thanks."

"I'll see you at 12:00 at the address I'll send you."

"Okay"

She hung up the phone and smiled. She knew it was wrong to smile when Tom was feeling so miserable, but she couldn't help thinking about him staying at her place. It was a studio apartment. It only had one bed. She already knew how she was hoping to "work things out" with the sleeping situation.

 Her time with Tom and Jessie had been life altering for her - literally. She had, early in her life, decided that she was a lesbian mostly because being raped at a young age made her hate men for a

really

long time. Tom had changed that for her, and she wanted to explore all the things that she had missed out on over the years. She hoped that she might convince him to help her, even though he was heartbroken. Maybe she could help

him

forget about some of

his

pain?

Tom used his key to get into the apartment. He was going to need his belongings, at least enough to keep him going until he figured out new living arrangements. He had a set of luggage from his college days, he figured he'd get everything he needed for the next few weeks, and perhaps by then he could find a new place to live and come gather the rest of his belongings. 

It was a short walk from the motel he'd found to the apartment, so he'd gotten cleaned up quickly and headed there after getting off the phone with Rebecca. It was after 9:30, so he suspected Jessie would be at work already and he could slip in, gather up his stuff, and head out.

When he stepped in, he noticed the light was on in the kitchen. It wasn't really like Jessie to leave lights on when she left for work. He headed in to turn off the light.

And then stopped dead in his tracks.

There in the kitchen was a man, standing there, naked as the day he was born, drinking a beer.

His cock was hanging down, looking larger than average, but also looking at least partially erect. It was covered in what appeared to be the combined fluids of recent sexual activity.

Whoever this was had just got done fucking Jessie!

She must have called this person over right after Tom left the night before!

Fuck!

She really didn't give a shit about him, did she?

"Hey," the guy said to him with a smile, making no attempt to cover the fact that his recently used cock was just hanging out for Tom to see. "You must be Tom."

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He acted as though they should somehow be friends even though he'd just got done fucking the woman that Tom had been engaged to up until less than twelve hours previous.

"Yeah," Tom replied, not buying the casual, friendly vibe the other man was selling. "And who the fuck are you?"

"Easy man," he said, "no need to get all upset about it. Jessie already let me know you guys were non-monogamous. I'm Hank, by the way."

"From accounting," Tom finished the description. He'd known about Hank even before he received the video of Jessie screaming in orgasm around Hank's cock. He guessed it made sense she would call Hank. The orgasm he'd witnessed in that video looked nothing short of earth shattering.

"Yep," he said. "You know ... I ... ummm ... sent you the video last week."

As though that was going to make Tom feel any better. It made Tom want to punch him in the throat, actually. He'd just acted like sending Tom a video of him fucking Jessie was a sign of their eternal friendship.

"I ... ummm ... just came to pick up a few things. I assumed Jessie would be at work already, like you probably should be."

Hank smiled.

God how could this guy act so nonchalant in these circumstances?

"Yeah," he chuckled, "Jessie had other ideas this morning, so we're off to a bit of a late start, if you know what I mean."

It felt a like getting punched in the gut to Tom. Did Hank not know that Tom had walked out on Jessie the night before? Did he not realize how heartbroken he was in that moment?

"She's getting ready right now," he said. "I'm sure you could just go in and get what you needed."

No.

He couldn't.

That was the last thing he could do right then.

He turned and headed for the door.

"I'll come back later," he said, slamming the door on the way out.

Tom woke up when it was already getting dark outside. There were no lights on in the apartment, so it was pretty dark inside as well.

He felt Jessie's warm body pressing against his back, her arm wrapped around him, holding him tight against her.

Wait!

That

couldn't

be Jessie's body at all. He and Jessie were no longer a thing. She didn't even know where he was. She didn't even

care

where he was!

It wasn't Jessie.

It had to be Rebecca.

He'd met her at noon, after stopping off at the apartment again, which was thankfully unoccupied.

She had seen that he really did look like shit.

He admitted he hadn't had much sleep since Friday night, the night Jessie had fucked Jack. He had slept some on Saturday, on the couch in Big Al's apartment, but had been repeatedly woken up to the sight of Jessie being fucked by Al or one of his friends. On Sunday night, even though he was completely exhausted, he hadn't slept a wink.

She hadn't asked for any details, she'd just helped him put away a few of his things, offered him a Xanax and laid him down on the bed. She kissed him on the cheek and said she was sorry for what he was going through before heading back to work. He was sure he still wouldn't be able to sleep, but the Xanax had done it's thing, making him temporarily forget about the stress in his life and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

He had no idea what time it was, or how long Rebecca had been home from work, lying and holding him.

"How long did you sleep?" She asked him quietly when she realized he was awake.

"I'm not sure I even remember you leaving," he answered.

"Good," she said to him. "Want to talk about it?"

He shook his head. He was not ready to talk.

She moved away from him and encouraged him to roll over to face her, then moved herself close to him again and stared him in the eyes. He noticed that she had changed clothes from her work clothes. She was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt to go with it. They looked very comfortable, but gave him the idea she had no plans for going out at all that evening.

"It's gonna be okay," she said to him.

"Is it?" He asked, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice, not sure it would

ever

be okay.

"Of course. You are a smart, strong, good looking man with an excellent career ahead of you. You'll find a way to put the pieces back together. I am sure of it."

She leaned in and kissed him, this time tenderly on the lips, instead of on his cheek.

"I can help you get through this," she said to him.

He had been sure he would never want to be with another woman as long as he lived, but quite suddenly, that feeling fled from his mind completely. Jessie was fucking everything she could find that could get hard enough to fuck her. She had called Hank, probably as soon as he had left the apartment. In that moment, the thought of a warm, naked body underneath him seemed like

exactly

what was needed.

He reached out and slid an arm underneath her, draped his other arm over her and pulled her tight against him, and he kissed her back, this time not nearly so tenderly. It was a hard, passionate kiss, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth.

His hand slid down onto her ass and squeezed it, then pulled her pelvis hard against the lump that had begun to harden in the front of his pants. For a second he found himself wanting to take out all his frustrations on her. He ground himself hard into her crotch and pulled hard on her ass, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

And then he came to his senses. Rebecca deserved

none

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of his anger. He knew she'd been sexually assaulted when she was young. He couldn't do anything to bring back memories of that. She did not deserve that. He had to control himself with her.

He pulled back from kissing her and moved his hand off her ass and onto her hip.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have done that."

He rolled onto his back, feeling like a complete jerk.

And then she rolled over to straddle him, grinding herself down against his hardness.

"You

don't

have to apologize," she said with a smile. "I have been thinking about this all day. I don't want to push you if you're not ready. But if you need something to help you forget about your pain for a little while, I can think of nothing I want more right now."

She pressed herself down against his chest and kissed him, aggressively, pushing her tongue forcefully into

his

mouth this time.

His hands went immediately to her ass. He slid them down past the bottom of her shorts onto her bare thighs and then slid back up inside the loose fitting leg bands of the shorts and onto her ass underneath. He quickly learned that she wasn't wearing any panties. Had she been planning this all along?

His finger rapidly found her warm, moist, core and began to explore around the outer labia, spreading the moisture leaking out of her all around and causing her to moan into his mouth.

He broke off the kiss and stared her in the eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" He knew that she had had a really bad experience with a man a long time ago.

"Oh god yes," she groaned as his fingers began to probe into her. "I haven't been more sure about anything for a while now. I have been dreaming about getting back together with you since Tuesday. It was the greatest moment I think I've ever experienced."

Tuesday.

It seemed almost impossible that it hadn't even been a week since Jessie had invited Rebecca over and into their bed. That was supposed to be the beginning of a new chapter with a more controlled, safer exploration of Jessie's powers. But the following night had been the dangerous, out of control visit to the adult bookstore. Her actions were only more and more reckless after that, and she showed neither remorse nor desire to act any different. He couldn't stay with her and watch her destroy her life like that.

 And he'd only been gone a few minutes before she was inviting her coworker into her bed.

Five days, and a relationship that seemed perfect in nearly every way was completely destroyed.

Rebecca seemed to want to make him forget about all of that. She sat up and removed her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra either, not that she really needed one. Her breasts were a small A-cup, but incredibly perky with nipples that pointed upwards slightly making them seem even perkier. Small, but incredibly sexy.

"Oh god you have great breasts," he said to her.

"Yeah right," she said, frowning down at him. "You don't have to bullshit me. I'm going to fuck you no matter what."

"I'm not bullshitting you. They are amazing!"

"They are way too small," she said. "Now Jessie's tits ..."

She saw Tom recoil a little at the mention of Jessie.

"Oh shit ... sorry," she apologized for pressing on the sore spot so thoughtlessly.

"No worries," he said. "And stop worrying about your breasts being too small. They are perfect. Men are stupid to think breasts have to be huge to be beautiful. So many women get huge, ridiculous looking fake breasts to satisfy that obsession. Almost without exception they look hideous. Yours look fabulous. Doesn't matter that they are small, they are stunning."

To emphasize his point he removed his hands from her shorts and placed them tenderly on her breasts, gently squeezing them in his hands.

"Spectacular," he said as he played with her nipples, making them even harder than they were before.

"Thank you," she said, blushing.

For just a moment Tom thought that it was too soon to already be with another woman. Then he remembered the sight of Hank's cock as he stood there in what used to be

his

kitchen, wet with the remains of his coupling with the woman that used to be

his

fiancΓ©e, and then all ideas that it was too soon went out of his mind and he just focused on the lovely breasts in his hands and the feeling she was giving him rocking her hips back and forth across his hardness.

He definitely hadn't just been making her feel good. Her breasts were amazing. Yes, they were small, but he always preferred small, perky, natural breasts over fake breasts. Some women took perfect looking small breasts and turned them into hard, unnatural shapes just to make them bigger. He would never understand that. Ever.

Rebecca helped him out of his shirt and then laid her top half down against his bare chest, pressing those lovely tits into his chest as she kissed him again. His hands went back down and slipped into the top of her shorts and onto her ass as they kissed, their tongues dancing together in and out of each other's mouths, moaning in pleasure as they enjoyed the feel of their bodies so close together.

She stood and removed her shorts, presenting her naked body to him in the pale light of the apartment, the city lights streaming in providing the only light. Then she helped him out of his jeans, pulling his underwear down with them and freeing his cock, which stood straight up at attention, ready for what was to come.

She once again climbed onto the bed, straddling him. This time when she laid her chest down onto his bare chest, he was buried inside of her warm, wet pussy. It felt really good to be inside of her with her naked body pressing down on his from above.

"Oh god ... yessss ...," she hissed as he bottomed out inside of her. "I have been waiting for this. You know you can stay here with me as long as you like, as long as you promise to keep giving me this."

"Thank you," he said, "for everything."

And then he rolled her over so that he was on top and gave her exactly what she was waiting for, fucking her long and hard, exploring every little inch of her lovely body until he filled her with his cum, kissing her and thanking her for what she had done for him.

Ethan sat in the crowded bar in Miami Beach. The ship had arrived early that afternoon and he'd gotten paid and found a relatively inexpensive place to stay. In the morning he would start the journey towards New York. He had no idea what to expect when he got there. For the first couple of days after he felt that Jessie's connection to him had disappeared, he had moments where he

thought

he could feel her again, but they were brief and unpredictable. He wondered if it might just be like the phantom pain that amputees often feel after losing their limb, their brain imagining pain in places that no longer existed. He had no idea what would he be looking for when he arrived in New York.

In the moment, however, he had other ideas on his mind. He needed a distraction. The last 8 days on the ship, with no one to keep him company while he dealt with the loss he felt, had been excruciating. But in this crowded bar, within easy walking distance of South Beach, there were plenty of opportunities for a distraction.

He wondered if it was a coincidence that the one he kept focusing on had red hair?

Probably not.

It didn't matter to him.

She was, like many other women this close to the beach, wearing a bikini top and jean shorts. Her body was on display, and it looked very nice. She had big, full breasts that bounced in a way that made him think they were real. Her body looked small and tight, and her red hair intrigued him, reminded him of Jessie even if, as he suspected, it was fake.

He waited until he caught her looking in his direction and slipped into her consciousness. He had been doing that for so long that it was second nature to him, as easy as brushing his teeth. He smiled. She thought he looked hot. She was there with friends, visiting for a long weekend. They had arrived early that morning and spend the better part of the day topless on south beach. She wasn't a real redhead. A real redhead wouldn't be able to spend that much time in the sun with that much skin exposed. But it looked real enough for him in the moment.

She was hoping to find someone she could slip away with for a little while as she and her friends were sharing rooms and she knew that when they got back to their rooms, there would be no chance of her satisfying the need she felt growing down between her legs. He assessed that she had been drinking mimosas and that she was starting to think about ordering herself another one, so he made his way to the bar and ordered himself a beer and a mimosa, then made his way over to her.

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