When they woke up Jean was in a panic. She was an hour past her curfew. They hurriedly dressed. Still smelling of sex she drove them home. She kissed Miguel good night. He went to his car and watched as she went inside. He told himself the lights being out was a good sign. He hoped she wouldn't get in too much trouble. He remembered the last time she missed her curfew; her parents grounded her for a week.
She was nearly a year older about to enter her junior year of college. Her dad was strict her mom not so strict.
He went home. In bed thinking about the night he became aroused. He even stroked his penis a few times, but he had no desire to cum again. He literally felt drained.
The next day he called her.
She told him, "They weren't up but this morning we had a big talk. Actually my dad did most of the talking. I'll tell you about it when I see you this evening."
He got off the phone feeling relieved. They only had two weeks before school started. Then it was back to being separated for weeks at a time. He was tired of their relationship being long distance. Making the drive got old as did staying with his parents who were always glad to see him but he knew his stays interrupted their schedule. One brother had moved out and the other had moved out and recently moved back in.
Arriving at her house later that day Jean's mom opened the door. She was as warm as ever. Her dad who was never quite so warm greeted him from the couch. He looked like a cat who had swallowed a canary. He shouted for Jean but instead of calling him Miguel he said, "Your date is here."
Her dad engaged Miguel in conversation and her mom brought Miguel a beer. They talked about the preseason and who looked good and who didn't. Her dad was a huge Cowboys fan while he liked the Oilers.
Jean entered the room looking as beautiful as ever.
Her dad said, "Jean, your date and I have been chatting. He seems like a nice young man except he's rooting for the wrong team."
Jean looked puzzled, "My date? You mean Miguel. He's not my date. He's my boyfriend."
Her dad answered, "True, but you are going on a date so technically he is your date."
Jean wanted to say, "Whatever," but knew that wouldn't be wise. She instead played along winking at Miguel, "Well, are you ready for our date. Where do you plan to take me? And will you have me home in time?"
Miguel said, "Dinner, then a movie, and yes I will have you home on time."
Everyone laughed. At the door her dad cautioned, "And no stopping after the movie. Straight home. You can sit outside in the yard."
Miguel answered, "Yes sir."
On the way to Jean's car he asked, "What was that all about?"
She squeezed his hand and kissed him on the cheek, "I'll tell you later. He was just teasing you."
"I couldn't tell."
"He's like that. And no, we're not coming home right after the movie ends."
"Jean, I don't want to piss him off."
"Trust me. It's okay. I know when he's serious and he wasn't serious."
She chose the restaurant. Knowing he was tight on money she announced, "Dinner is on me." She then added, "And dessert will be me."
It was a steak house. She told Miguel she was craving meat and hoped he was too.
After ordering he asked what happened.
She told him. He liked the way she recounted events, the inflection in her voice, her hand gestures. He could picture the scene.
She got inside and had no sooner deadbolted the door when her dad shouted for her to come to the bedroom. She went to her parents' room. He asked her if she knew what time it was. She said she did. She apologized and offered up talking as an excuse. He didn't buy it.
"Talking my fat ass. I'm sure there was a lot more kissing and hugging going on than talking. Time to nip this in the bud. We'll talk in the morning."
She didn't try to argue, not even to offer a 'but', as she knew her dad. She inherited her stubborn gene from him. She said, "Goodnight", and went to bed where she tossed and turned. Thinking about what they had been doing brought a smile to her face. She pulled the covers up thinking, "Besides, if he were really mad we'd be talking now."
At breakfast he issued her his decision.
He had a fork in his hand as he lectured her. On the fork was a piece of sausage link. Jean couldn't help but focus on the piece of meat wondering if it would go flying off.
"Jean, your mom and I talked. You and Miguel had your fun this summer, but come fall I want to see you with other boys. You still have two more years of college. I want you to have your BS before you're an M-R-S. It's not open for discussion so don't argue with me."
She said, "Okay. I'll date other men."
She took Miguel's hand and explained why she said yes. "He's not right, but he thinks he is and when he's like that there's no reasoning with him. He also makes it sound so easy. My phone is not exactly ringing off the hook. I'm not going to start advertising I'm available to date. In a few weeks he'll forget about this discussion."
Miguel asked, "What if he thinks you're dragging your feet and he finds you a date?"
She didn't want to worry him but she also didn't want to lie, "Then I'll go out with him."
Miguel didn't see she had many options. Jean changed the subject asking if Miguel had lifted weights after he ran. He told her he had. She said, "I want to put some muscle on you. I want us to be an active couple, exercising together. You have a nice body, but you need more muscle above the waist."
She teased him, "Show me your guns and I'm not talking about the derringer between your legs."
He flexed an arm. It would be a long time before he had guns. She squeezed his bicep, "It's little but very hard. Reminds me of something else."
He laughed not feeling offended. After last night his penis size was something they could joke about. Deep down he was glad she shared her fantasies about well hung hunks fucking her. He wished he had some fantasies, but all his fantasies involved her and he wasn't about to tell her he pictured her more than once last night on the receiving end of a big cock.
Their food arrived and between bites she praised how good the meat tasted. His steak was good too. She said, "I don't know why but I've really been craving meat. The bigger the better. Look how thick and juicy this is." She pressed down with her fork and the meat's juices ran out.
He wondered if there was a sexual allusion she was referring to when she talked about her steak. He certainly pictured several. He tried to erase them. They aroused him on level and upset him on another. He shouldn't be thinking such thoughts but he was. Big pieces of steak going in and out of Jean's vagina or her head bobbing up and down as she deep throated one. Only the steaks looked like the cock in the center fold.
After dinner they went to a movie and at Jean's insistence left half way.
"More time making out."
He didn't argue with her.
Her dad's mandate stayed on the back burner; it was there, but not an issue. Jean and Miguel's focus for the remainder of the summer was on each other. True to his word her dad left them alone. When Miguel left for college he would put the hammer down.
The night Miguel left for school proved memorable. Jean and he had not had an opportunity to be alone for the better part of the week. She drove her car on their date. She had a place in mind for them to be alone. They went to their favorite place, a nearby junior high school and parked in back. They lowered the windows and turned the radio on, but kept the volume low. They began to make out in the front seat.
She was the aggressor. She scooted next to me and began kissing him. She unbuttoned his shirt, played with his nipples which he loved, and then undid his pants. She pulled them and his underwear down to his knees. She began to caress his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and began jacking him. They kissed as she pumped him. Her fingers he thought were truly gifted. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the headrest. Her hand felt wonderful as it pumped my meat. It was truly going to be a memorable hand job he thought.
He felt his orgasm approaching, the cum boiling inside, wanting to be released. He looked down as he liked to see his cock spurt. His cock, swollen with blood and lust, appeared huge in Jean's hand.
Jean smile at him and he smiled back. She had a knowing look on her face as she commented, "Feels good, doesn't it?"
It wasn't a question, but a statement. He answered, "It feels very good. I am about to cum."
She pumped harder, "Go ahead and cum Miguel. Let me see you shoot."
He grunted as his cock throbbed, tensed, and began to release streams of semen Jean masterfully captured in the palm of her hand. Jean continued to stroke him squeezing out the last drops. That post climax feeling men get after they cum hit him. He felt very relaxed.
Jean snapped him out of his reverie.
"Miguel, I'm sorry. I don't have any tissues."
He answered, "It's okay."
She said, "You don't understand. I caught it in my hand."
He did understand. He had watched her collect his cum. Her quandary wasn't connecting.
She brought her hand up to his face, "It's starting to leak through. There's no time to get the towel. Do what you did back in the hotel."
When she added please, she sounded desperate. He couldn't refuse her.
