--Part Ten - The Letter --
Following the day trip with Jonah, I limited my visits to once or maybe twice a week. On two occasions, Jonah was home. I no longer needed to bring coffee because little did I know; one of the items found in our box of garage sale leftovers was a coffee pot that worked. This little fact caused me a lot of internal conflict. For the amount of money I had spent on coffee at Love's over these last six months, I could have easily bought Veronica a new coffee maker and 6 months worth of coffee. Yet, here I was happy to sit in a small apartment, having pleasant conversations and occasionally enjoying the view of a new color of panties or the latest pictures she was now eager to share with me.
On both occasions when Jonah was present, he pushed the conversation toward an encounter. In short, he wanted for me to strip down and get busy with Veronica, then leave so he could finish. Both Veronica and I pushed back. Her desire was for more of an arranged scene, particularly one that didn't involve a sleeping 2-year-old in the next room. "Maybe we could go to a bar, then James would come and be the seducer, picking me up while you watch. Doesn't that sound exciting?" Veronica offered.
I had a much different reason for pushing back. I cared for these two and didn't want to screw things up by, well, screwing. That seems honorable, I suppose, but I was also a little nervous about performing well, and about how Veronica might be put off by the sight of my 50 year-old body and all the flaws that come with it.
"No matter what happens," Jonah told me more than once, "I will never be upset. Whether I get to be present or not, you have my complete approval to do whatever Veronica wants to."
You can't look at an incredibly beautiful lady with a beautiful body who has a warm and engaging personality and not have at least some urges, and certainly, I never stopped having sexual thoughts about Veronica, but now that I knew her and Jonah and the child, it seemed like my fatherly instincts had taken over. My inputs into the conversation involved guiding the couple toward a better life. Don't get me wrong, kudos to Jonah. The young man was going to school full time and doing well, while maintaining a job that was well above minimum wage.
Veronica was a stay at home mom, caring for her daughter and preparing her for early success in education in a near home-school situation without the need to spend the family income on daycare. But I talked to her about the idea of Section 8 housing. A program where they offer qualified low-income families with subsidized rent in better neighborhoods. I simply did not understand why, given the opportunity, Jonah and Veronica stayed in this apartment compound, as I always referred to it, when potentially, they could move to the north side of San Antonio and live in a newer, nicer home in a neighborhood full of successful people.
"We'll be fine." Veronica continually assured me. "This place isn't as bad as you make it out to be, and honestly, I like the neighbors." We both laughed, thinking of Mrs Kravitz.
I received a call from Veronica on a Tuesday afternoon. My last visit had been the previous Thursday and she asked if I would please stop by the next morning. She missed me and wanted to make me breakfast. How could I refuse?
I showed up just at seven AM on Wednesday and as usual, Veronica greeted me at the door. She had on Jonah's Texas A&M shirt and white cotton panties with little blue and yellow polka-dots. When we walked in I followed her to the kitchen and she served me a cup of coffee. When she leaned into the refrigerator for some half & half, I stared like a pervert at her ass. "You know, those panties don't even match that shirt." I said.
She spun around handing me the creamer and said, "Don't worry, they won't be on long."
She then walked to the table with our plates. Breakfast was toast with melted longhorn cheese, or as we call it in San Antonio, Government cheese.
I fixed my coffee and joined her. "How's Jonah doing?" I asked politely.
"He wonders if your dick is bigger than his." I nearly choked on my cheese toast. She told me that Jonah had talked about showing me his dick but that I never reciprocated that day down by the Medina River.
"I thought he would be freaked out if I did." I defended my inaction. "When I loosened my tie, he thought I was making some sort of gay come on to him."
Veronica laughed. As we finished our toast, she wouldn't let the subject move elsewhere. "So, would you say you are 8 inches, 9?"
"Do you know how big a 9 inch dick would be? I mean, I think that only happens in movies and on the Internet."
"Well, you are a big guy, I just assumed you had a big one. Finish your toast. I need to see your dick and I'm taking a picture of it for Jonah." She ordered.
"Look," I said, "I'm not embarrassed to show off. I'll dance naked if that's what you want but I just need to tell you, my dick is maybe average at best."
I was suddenly doing everything in my mind to force an erection on myself. Not unlike cold mornings or standing at a urinal, my dick was experiencing a serious case of shrinky-dink. There is a phrase, he's a grower, not a show'er. Well, that's me.
Veronica took a last sip of her coffee then stood up and once again grabbed me by the tie. I stood and followed her to the couch where she promptly began unbuckling my belt.
"Are we really doing this? I mean, can I just whip it out and you can take your little picture and have a laugh with Jonah?" I pleaded, obviously showing reluctance.
"Quit being a big baby and undo your slacks. You can't sit down until your trousers are around your ankles."
I dropped my pants and quickly sat down on the couch.
"That means your chonies, too, mister." She demanded.
By this time, thankfully I was showing signs of arousal. I scooted my underwear down to my slacks gathered at the ankles. My still soft but at least growing penis was laid out before Veronica for the first time with my balls on full display. I was embarrassed by a skin tag that had grown between my thighs and I was going to do everything possible to avoid sharing that little punishment from God.
Veronica knelt down in front of me and without hesitation began to inspect my balls. "Your balls are way bigger than Jonah's. Doesn't your wife make you trim up down here more often?"
"Oh my god. You're killin' me." I whispered. "Please don't make any pronouncements on the penis comparison until I get a boner. I want this to be a fair showing."
Without hesitation or discussion, Veronica took my semi-erect dick into her mouth and suddenly, I was the benefactor of all the training she and Stephanie had gone through. In fifteen seconds, I was completely hard and I wanted to be nowhere else on earth. Veronica stopped, looked up at me and smiled. "Don't you move!"
