Sun and Moon Part Deaux
Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.
This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.
All characters presented are works of fiction and any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters that engage in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
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Author's Note: This is a continuation of the tale "Sun and Moon" posted previously. It wasn't supposed to happen, but a couple of you bugged me and I decided to see if there wasn't a second story hiding around here somewhere. Hope you like it (and you know who you are).
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We cuddled and kissed for a little while. I played with her tits and finally her curiosity got the better of Mel.
"Lie back you lying sack of ..."
"Hey! Let's be nice," I said cutting her off. "Do want the story or not?"
"I implied that I did, by asking you to lie back so I can suck your cock like I agreed to," she growled.
I did as she requested, because cock sucking from Mel is awesome, but is usually reserved for birthdays and 'BJ and Steak Day'.
As I found a nice comfortable spot, she lowered herself to the floor and wrapped her little fingers around my cock. Licking her lips, she started by kissing the tip of my cock and running her tongue all around it as she slowly slid her lips over my glans. She knows this drives me fucking crazy, so she reserves it for special times, like this.
Groaning, I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled it back out of her face so I could watch her working. She grinned and pulled her lips back as she lightly sunk her teeth into my flesh.
"Ouch. Ok. Point taken," I said. "The story goes like this...
"It was the summer after my 19th birthday. Late May or early June, as I recall. I was home early from the indentured servitude imposed by my father. At the time, Dad ran a pool maintenance company and I was working for him for the summer in return for his paying my tuition and books. Room and board was free because the local community college was six blocks from our house.
"I saw the moving truck pull up in front of old man Johnston's house. It had been for sale for the last three years ever since he died. Nobody wanted to buy it. It was older and his kids never kept it up well, so it always looked good in the realtor's pictures, but sucked in real life.
"I knew he had a pool though, which by now it was probably a swamp, so I grabbed some of Dad's brochures and headed down to see if I could drum up a little business.
"When I got to the house a girl was sitting on the porch. She was as Goth as you could get. Black hair, black makeup, black lipstick, black nose ring, black long sleeved shirt, black socks, knee highs I was guessing, even though they were covered by the black skirt down to mid-calf, and black Birkenstocks.
"I knocked on the post and asked, 'Are your parents here?'
"Without looking up from her phone, she answered by lifting her arm and flicking her thumb over her shoulder at the door. Assuming that meant it was alright to go in, I walked in the open door.
"I found a bewildered but very good looking lady in the living room and introduced myself. She introduced herself as 'Jackie'. I handed her a brochure and told her about my Dad's pool maintenance service. She looked at me for a second then raised her eyes to the ceiling and said loudly, 'Thank you Jesus.'
"She must have seen my puzzled look because she laughed and said, 'Janice has been dying to get the pool running. We bought the house because the ads said there was a pool and a month ago, at her 18th birthday party, I asked what she wanted and she said, 'a house with a pool.' So here we are and you can imagine her disappointment when she saw the shape the pool was in.'
"Grabbing my arm, she hauled me out into the back yard. 'How much?' she asked. I pointed out the price on the brochure for pool restart and said 'Plus any equipment that needs repair or replacement.'
"She shook my hand and said, 'When can you start?'