Thanksgiving day was bittersweet for Jean. Miguel missed it because of work. He needed the money and the company was offering overtime. He couldn't turn down the opportunity. Jean understood but it didn't make her loneliness any easier. Thursday activities with her family kept her busy, but Friday life returned to normal. She had no school. Her parents went to work. Her siblings were gone. She debated driving to the ranch and spending it in Buck's arms. The next time Miguel would see her she wouldn't be a virgin. Besides being horny and wanting to experience vaginal intercourse she had one more reason for wanting Buck to be the one to tear her hymen, to test Miguel's devotion to her. She was curious if his love for her would overcome the pain of her betrayal.
She didn't, but the curiosity remained. She hadn't spoken to him since his call to her brother's apartment. His letters said he wouldn't be home until Friday evening. She wondered why she was having such warped, perverse, even cruel thoughts. It was completely out of character for her to be mean. She wondered if there was a relationship between her desire to test Miguel and her own self worth. She wondered if deep down she really wanted to wreck her relationship with Miguel. She told herself she didn't but she also couldn't explain why she obtained pleasure cheating on him and her growing obsession with seeing how far she could push him.
Miguel showed up Friday evening and they spent most of the next 48 hours together. She did find the back seat of his car cramped, but their physical intimacy, while significantly less than what she did with Buck, remained great. When he left Sunday evening she felt more in love with him than ever.
The pressure of finals kept her focused, but once they were over she had a week to kill before Miguel would be home. He was done with school but needed to work. She considered paying a visit to Buck, but what she really wanted was to deepen her physical intimacy with Miguel. She decided it was time he ate at the Y. While she missed Buck's cock penetrating her ass what she really missed was Buck's head between her thighs. Nothing she thought compared to the orgasms she had from his tongue.
She knew from past experiences Miguel was really into pleasing her. He had foregone his own climax making sure she had hers. She suspected he would enjoy anal sex, but would focus too much effort strumming her clitoris. Cunnilingus was a better choice. He wouldn't have to worry about anything but licking her to one orgasm after another.
The weather had changed from mild to cold in the weeks after Thanksgiving. It was she thought another reason why it was time to move their make out sessions indoors. When Miguel ate her for the first time she wanted to be on a bed.
When she saw Miguel two days before Christmas she noticed he was pale and skinnier. Her parents even commented how changed his appearance was from Thanksgiving. He seemed preoccupied, not distant, but not one hundred percent available. Between their two families they had spent almost no time alone. She sensed he was really stressed out. She was feeling a little irritable herself. It had been too long since her last orgasm. Masturbation she thought didn't count. She wondered if Miguel's moodiness would vanish once he came.
She felt she had to continue maintaining her image as innocent, but the temptation to assert herself sexually was becoming harder and harder to suppress. She knew if she acted on her desire he would be shocked. She wondered what he would do if she reached over, unzipped his pants, fished his penis out and jacked him off, or wrapped her lips around his manhood and sucked him, or shucked her panties, got on her hands and knees, and invited him to fuck her in the ass.
Christmas Day her brother gave her the best gift ever, the key to his apartment. He was going on a ski trip the next day. His roommate was in Florida with his family. She would have the apartment for eight wonderful days.
She surprised Miguel on their next date. Instead of going to eat, seeing a movie, and then parking, she told him to follow her directions. On the way she asked if he was excited. He assured her he was.
They pulled up to his apartment complex. Miguel hadn't been there so he first thought the surprise was a party. It wasn't what he had in mind. What he really wanted was time alone with Jean, but he would be a good sport and enjoy himself.
She announced, "We're here. Park the car."
He did and turned off the engine.
She got out not saying a word. He followed. She walked in front of him. She climbed the stairs. Still behind her he ascended the stairs. His eyes studied her ass. He had the urge to bury his head between her sweet cheeks. He hoped the party wasn't lame. He was ready for a beer.
At the top of the stairs she went to a door, but didn't knock. He stood beside her as she looked in her purse for something. She fished out a key and held it up, "My brother's apartment."
"You mean..."
"Yes, Miguel. We have it for the next eight days."
She liked seeing him as excited as her. He looked relieved. She teased him, "Did you think I was taking you to a party?"
He answered, "Yes."
"I wouldn't do that to you unless I thought you needed it. This is so much better than a party don't you think?"
"I do."
She unlocked the door and they entered. It was he thought nicer than any bachelor pad he had ever seen. He lived in a room, infested with roaches and silverfish, no amount of poison could keep them away. He shared a toilet and shower with an older man who was a bit of a mystery. He had no kitchen but used a hot plate.
This apartment had a living room, a dining room, a huge kitchen, and two big bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. The furniture was new.
Jean hugged him, gave him a kiss, and looking him in the eye said, "Miguel, there's a bottle of wine in the frig. Pour us a couple of glasses and meet me in the bedroom."
His hands shook as he fumbled with the corkscrew and kept shaking as he poured each of them a glass. He wondered what all this privacy implied. Were they going to do it? He hadn't brought a condom. In fact, he didn't own any condoms. He didn't want her to get pregnant. He forced himself to relax, reminded himself he was reading way too much in everything. Jean seemed so calm; if she were about to lose her virginity he knew she'd be nervous. This was just going to be another make out session, a really good make out session.
He followed the sound of music which was coming from the roommate's bedroom. Jean was standing. She had a bath towel in her hand. She looked at Miguel the entire time as she spread the towel out on the bed and removed her dress. She left her bra and panties on.
She asked, "Do you like?"
Miguel answered, "I like alot."
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear." She pointed to his crotch, "Does he like?"
