"Janice," the white-haired sex goddess from Fantasies Fulfilled features prominently in these stories, as in my life.
When I published the "Tinsletown" stories featuring the irrepressible Carmella, I got some negative feedback from those who felt I was leaving Janice and her friends behind. But it was always my plan to have our hero go off on an adventure, exploring his "mid-life-crises" sexuality. This journey would eventually lead him back to the beautiful Janice. Evidently, some of you love Jan as much as I do.
If you feel you need a little background, read "A Visit to Tinseltown Pt 10 Addendum."
Make-Up Sex
It is said, usually by women, that men are not good at expressing their feelings. In my case, it would seem this is true.
When I called Janice, my intention was to tell her that time spent with another woman had solidified my feelings for Jan, herself. Unfortunately, I told the story in chronological order, beginning with the fun I had fucking this 33-year-old beauty for a solid week. This did not go over well.
Janice hung up on me.
On the forceful, but helpful, advice from Jan's daughter, I waited a day before calling back.
"Jan, may I try this again? I'm afraid I messed up the last time."
Her response was blunt, but not unreasonable. "Not on the phone. You want to do this, Lover, you get your ass to Dallas and look me in the face. I've got the big party coming up, so I can't leave town. You either come here, or it waits three weeks."
Janice and Daniel threw a giant party every year to raise money for a local charity. It is quite the honor to be invited. Because Daniel's job doesn't rely on ass-kissing or client schmoozing, the invitation list is friends instead of colleagues. But their list of friends includes senators, a former governor, three famous actors (all Texas natives), a Cowboys quarterback, a Cowboys cheerleader, the personal secretaries of the CEOs from three of the largest petroleum companies (but not the CEOs themselves), plus their housekeeper, their gardener, the woman who delivers their groceries, and me. I'm on the list because I was married to Janice's best friend. "You're Texan by osmosis."
In any case, the party offered the perfect excuse to be in Dallas for a few days. With luck, I'd be able to pry Janice from the countless details of organization long enough to make her understand how I feel.
I dug out the invitation and made a reservation at the hotel where the party was to be held.
Two days later found me at Dallas airport, waiting with a suitcase and garment bag. I was happy to see Roxanne pull up. She popped the trunk from the inside and I loaded my bags. When I climbed in the passenger seat, I noticed her shirt was unbuttoned a bit lower than might be proper. Her ample cleavage seemed to smile at me as she leaned over to give me a nice tongue kiss.
As we pulled from the curb, she got right to the point. "You're going to do this, huh?"
"The party? Yeah, sure."
"Not only the party. You and Janice finally comparing notes after all this time?"
"She told you?"
Roxanne shook her head. "Jordan. I think she's making book on if you come out alive."
"That's encouraging."
"Hey, my money's on you, stud."
"Any advice?"
She tapped her fingernail on her teeth as she thought about it. "Janice genuinely loves you, so you've got that in your favor. And you're a great fuck, which has been missing in her life recently. I say, just be honest. Lead with your strengths. The honesty, the love, then the sex."
I nodded. "Jordan said the same thing."
"Smart girl."
We soon pulled in front of the hotel. Roxanne got out when I did, walking back to meet me at the trunk. As I lifted my bags, she gave me a big smile. "Titty-fuck for luck?"
I had to chuckle, knowing she was serious. "Maybe later."
We kissed again and I walked inside as she drove off.
After checking in, I found Janice in the main ballroom, surrounded by boxes of uninflated balloons, bags of glitter, and a stack of poster board. Several hand-made posters were already on the walls. She was wrestling a rope through the sleeve of a large canvas banner.
When she saw me, Jan gave me a small smile, pumping the front of her t-shirt to cool off. There were already large sweat stains under her arms and boobs. The sway of her tits made it obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her short pants were loose with sweat darkening the crotch.
I started to get hard.
I got a perfunctory hug before I gestured to the pile of decorations. "Are you doing this alone?"
She nodded and shrugged. "For today. Tomorrow the volunteers start coming, then the team of laborers one day before. This year's theme is 'Prom Night' so it's not as bad as the year your wife had to translate everything into Russian." Jan sighed, remembering. "She used to take care of all this, you know, but with her gone, I don't have the extra time or her lists of contacts or even someone to hold the fucking ladder."
"I can hold the ladder, Jan."
"Yes, you could," she wiped the sweat from her face with her forearm. "But that's not why you're here."
I gazed into her blue eyes, set off by the pink blush of hard work on her cheeks. There seemed to be no way to say it except straight out.
"Janice, I love you." I quickly held up a hand to delay the debate. "I'm going to finish. When you visited L.A., it opened my eyes to how special you are to me. The sex was incredible and I began to feel whole again for the first time since my wife died."
"Oh, Lover, why didn't you tell me this the other day?"
She pulled me into a deep hug. I felt my dick extend down my pantleg as her tits pressed against me, only our two thin shirts separating us. I inhaled the scent of sweat from her neck. "It seemed like you'd made up your mind. You hung up on me, remember?"
"You called to tell me you were fucking someone else, for Christ's sake."
"Jan, after the fun you and I had, and then when the Dallas School Girls took me under their respective wings, so to speak, I didn't know what to do. As much as my wife and I enjoyed sex together, I am over sixty. I figured I was pretty much done with that side of life."
She snorted.
"But when Carmella showed an interest, I began to feel young again. I guess it's what they call the mid-life crises, but instead of a sports car, I was having wild sex with a 30-year-old! I'm afraid I went a little crazy.
I lost sight of the first person who showed me I could be sexual again, the most beautiful, classy, and sexy woman I've known. I realized I love you, Jan."
She wiped the tears that were filling her eyes as she hugged me. Then she stood back a bit, looking me in the eyes.
"And the other woman?"
"I told her this same thing; that it was you I've loved all long. She reminded me that you're married and I was chasing a dream. She was pretty pissed off."
"I bet, poor girl."
"But you know she's a swinger like Meryl and Mitch. She said we should call if we ever want her to join us."
