Monday through Saturday, Miguel jacked off to memories of fucking Jean in the ass. Closing his eyes allowed him to replay the scene again and again. He saw her offering him the jar, he scooping up a handful, applying the Vaseline to his penis, looking at his very greasy erection, Jean straddling him, pressing her sex to him, the wet trail she left on his shirt, he holding his penis straight up and out, she lining up her anus with his penis, slowly entering her as she sat down, tracing the outline where their bodies joined, holding her ass as he fucked her, climaxing, followed by his mouth on her anus, she squeezing down feeding him, his tongue up her butt, she climaxing.
For those six days he was able to block Leo and Jean's dad from his thoughts. Jean's letters helped as she didn't mention Leo. The focus of her letters was on them and how much deeper she had fallen in love with him. She believed they had gotten exponentially closer as a couple; it was as if they were of one heart, soul, and mind. She didn't want to sound like her question was a marriage proposal but it thrilled her to hear him answer yes. She still wanted a formal engagement, but there was no need to ask her as she had asked him. She did want him to ask her parents. She was undecided about continuing school or starting a family and opined God would make the decision for her.
She told him she needed to figure out a way to see him and what might possibly be their first home. She couldn't wait to break in their bed. She told him she really liked having him in her bottom. She told him she had been wanting to try it and the moment just seemed right. Months ago one of her girlfriends had told her how much she liked it. Jean was incredulous; while she liked the feel of Miguel's finger in her bottom, she feared a penis might be too big. Her girlfriend assured her it would stretch to accomodate the larger object. As for discomfort if they used lots of lubrication and went slow she would only be a little sore. She wrote, "I was sore, but your soft tongue made it all better. Thanks." She ended her sentence with another smiley face.
She wrote, "From now on you can go up my butt. No condoms, no worries, and no pulling out when you cum. Next time I want to try it doggy style." She added three happy faces to the end of her sentence bringing a smile to Miguel's face.
She added, "When you kissed me down there I thought you were doing it to just to please me, but when you frenched me I knew you liked doing it as much as I liked having you do it. I'm so glad we can share our kinks. I can't imagine having anyone's mouth but yours down there. It's just too intimate."
She did mention their talk in the hotel, but cited it as evidence of their maturity as a couple. Instead of driving a wedge between them it had brought them closer. She understood his apprehension and he understood her curiosity. She emphasized the word curiosity by underlining it three times.
She wrote, "I'm so glad you didn't blow up or freak out. You just listened and accepted. You knew I wasn't criticizing you. I know it wasn't easy to hear. Believe me, it wasn't easy for me to tell you. Having that Playgirl helped alot. I liked looking at the pictures with you there. After we're married I'm going to want a subscription. I never thought I'd like porn, but I do (haha)."
She cautioned him to be careful what he wrote in his letters. She hoped he understood. Her dad's behavior spooked her so she didn't want to give him more ammunition.
Miguel responded to her letters. He assured her a summer marriage would work. He thought they should go and look at rings. He liked being asked but he also wanted to ask her parents and obtain their blessing before making it official. He would tell his family when it got closer. His parents adored her. His mother had told him Jean was the kind of woman he needed. She suited his personality. He agreed with Jean's observations. They were mature. He admitted his initial reactions were hurt and anger, but glad he hadn't lashed out. Since they were being honest with one another it would be easier if he felt the same as her, but he didn't. He wasn't trying to make her feel guilty and if she wanted him to lie and tell her he had the same thoughts he could. He doubted, however, she would believe him.
Rereading her letters and his responses he marveled at the power of love. He was incapable of telling her no. She held so much power over him. It was as though she really did have him by the balls. He also knew she was making the rules, but she wanted his acceptance and support. They were a partnership and as partners she wanted his unwavering support. She wouldn't have mentioned that night in the hotel room if she wasn't interested in other men.
Between the lines with the wolf Leo knocking at her door Jean was telegraphing him in code she was going to act on her feelings. Regardless of what she did she wanted them to continue as a couple. She wanted his blessing. By talking about a summer marriage and confiding he didn't have the same urges he was telling her he would support whatever happened. It sounded painless and simple in a letter.
On Sunday, those hands of Jean cradling his scrotum squeezed hard.
He picked up the pay phone and dialed her number. After feeding the machine two dollars in quarters her phone rang. Jean's mom answered.
She sounded apologetic when she told him Jean was out. When he asked if she went with someone she hesitated before answering. Her voice was soft and soothing. She knew her answer would be painful. It was also firm.
"Hello, Miguel. How are you?"
"I'm fine, keeping busy. School and work. Is Jean home?"
"No, she's not. She went to the movies."
"When do you think she'll be home? I'll call back."
"I don't know. Tomorrow she has classes so it shouldn't be too late." She chuckled before continuing, "Then again she's been out late every night this week."
He knew his voice sounded small, like his penis, "Is she seeing Leo?"
Her mom hesitated before answering. He sensed she was debating whether or not to lie, "Yes."
He answered, "Oh."
"Miguel, you sound surprised. I thought you knew."
"I did." He wanted to tell her everything, to confide in her completely, get her on his side, but he didn't.
"Leo says you two go way back. What a small world! Jean said you two ran into him at the movies. A few days after you left she told us Leo was coming over. Her father was speechless. Leo he asked. Yes Leo she answered. He asked a zillion questions. You know Jean's dad. Always quiet, but not this time. Although we keep in touch with his parents we hadn't seen Leo in years. He has certainly grown up. He was always athletic, but I forgot how muscular he is."
She started to say more but remembered she was talking to Miguel, Jean's boyfriend.
"I'm sorry Miguel. Don't pay any attention to me. We were just excited to see Leo again. It brought back good memories."
His head was reeling. He was momentarily at a loss for words. Finally he croaked out, "It's okay. Leo's a good guy."
He knew he came across as defeated.
"Miguel, so are you. Don't sell yourself short. Besides, Jean didn't say she was breaking up with you. She's just obeying her dad. I don't think they are serious. They just have a lot in common and a lot of catching up to do. She is like a little sister to him."
Her words didn't make him feel any better. He was tempted to say, "I doubt he's seen his sister naked in the back seat of a car," but wisely didn't. Her parents would shit bricks if they knew what she and Miguel did sexually.
He instead asked, "Should I call back later?"
She answered, "Yes, but please make it before ten."
