Just Let It Happen 2

Jennie had never felt so seen in her life. She was stunned into silence, her mouth slightly open.

"Oh my god! That's SO Jennie!" her friend Erin said behind her.

Jennie looked from the fortune teller to the spread of tarot cards in front of her. Of course she understood how this worked. These kinds of people said vague things that could apply to anyone. They used cold reading techniques to focus in on the things you reacted to. It wasn't magic, it was just a trick. Still, when the fortune teller told Jennie about herself it sent chills down her spine. This woman knew how to put on a show.

"I usually don't offer this," the fortune teller told her, "but you're a special case. What the cards say isn't set in stone. If you wanted to change something, I could influence the spirits on your behalf... for an extra fifty."

"Oh Em Gee, Jennie! You have to!" her friend Rachel interjected.

"Seriously! If you don't want to pay we will," Erin added.

Jennie hesitated. "You mean, like, you could change something about who I am?"

"I couldn't do that, but the spirits could. I could ask on your behalf."

Jennie smiled at the fortune teller. She was good, and it was an entertaining show. If her friends were willing to chip in, it seemed like it wasn't too much to pay for a tip. The girls were having a great night, and this seemed like a fine way to cement the memory.

The fortune teller smiled back. Her smile showed slightly crooked teeth that were not quite white.

"If you can control the spirits, how come you're not rich and famous?" Jennie asked. She had made up her mind to give the dark-haired woman the extra money, but she thought she should have a little fun first.

"It don't work that way. The spirits do what they will, I only deliver the request. They always have their own idea. I don't ask for fame and fortune because I don't trust how they would give it to me." The fortune teller's voice had a musical, lilting cadence.

"If you don't trust the spirits, why should I?" Jennie was enjoying the playful back-and-forth.

"You shouldn't. I'm only letting you know what can be done. You say yes or no for yourself."

Jennie bit her lip. She knew she was going to say yes, and the choice of what to change about herself was easy. She had been hearing the same criticism since grade school. Her friends knew her well enough to know what she was going to say before she said it. The fortune teller probably did too, if her reading was any indication.

"Well," Jennie said, "I've always been the kind of girl who needs to have everything my way all the time. Some people say I'm pushy, some people say I'm a bitch..." Her friends giggled. "If I could change something... I'd like to be the kind of person who just goes with the flow. I'd like to be someone who accepts things and lets them happen."

"You sure that's what you want?" The fortune teller had one eyebrow raised.

"Well, I've got fifteen here," Jennie rummaged in her purse, "You girls have the rest?"

*****

It was nearly midnight when Jennie walked in the door to her apartment. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag by the door. She shook her blonde hair as she regarded herself in the mirror. She had always wished she was average height and skinny, but in the mirror she was as tall and voluptuous as ever. Apparently her wish with the fortune teller hadn't brought her any greater sense of acceptance, because she felt the same as she ever had looking at her reflection.

"Babe, are you home?" her boyfriend, Paul, called from the living room. "How was the girls' night?"

Jennie walked into the doorway to see him watching an old science fiction TV show, tucked under a blanket on the couch. "It was fun. We had some drinks at that new place, then we stopped in to see a fortune teller, just for fun. She did a reading to tell my personality."

"Uh huh," Paul patted the couch next to himself.

Jennie was tired and she had work in the morning. Plus she didn't like this show. She turned her head towards their bedroom, ready to excuse herself and go to bed. She wanted to turn down Paul's silent offer to sit next to him, but it somehow didn't seem right. She had been out all night, and now he just wanted to spend some time with her. That didn't seem like too much to ask.

"Ok, sure." Jennie curled on the couch next to Paul. She put a pillow on his hip so she could lie down partly on top of him.

"What? Really?" Paul picked his head up in surprise. "I figured you would just head to bed."

"Yeah, but... I just didn't want to say no to you right now."

"Oh yeah?" Paul shot her with a sly smile. He pulled off his blanket and dropped it to the floor. Then he hiked up the leg of his boxer shorts until his cock fell out of the bottom. "You don't want to say no to me?"

Jennie rolled her eyes and lay down. Her head was on the pillow and her hands were tucked under it. This was just like Paul: always too horny and inappropriate. It's like he didn't care if she was tired or anxious or overworked or if she had anything else going on - he was only ever thinking with his penis.

Paul took one of Jennie's hands gently and moved it to rest on his semi-erect cock. She sighed. If he wanted it this bad, it was easier to just go with it. She started to caress and gently rub his cock, feeling it harden in her hand.

"Wow," Paul said, "I thought you didn't even like... this show."

Jennie shrugged. "It's fine, I guess."

The show didn't hold Jennie's interest, but she had known it wouldn't. Her hand was uncomfortable and her thumb felt like it was starting to cramp as she stroked Paul's cock. The sounds he was making told her he was enjoying it, so she figured she should probably just keep going. She was tired and wanted to go to bed, but she knew he wanted her to stay.

"Ok, that's real good. Here, this is for you." He held her hand and pointed the cock she was stroking towards her face. She saw the drop of precum glistening on its tip and knew what he wanted. Any time they fooled around her always wanted his precum on her tongue. She would usually wipe it on his shirt or something, but this night she decided to just go with it.

Jennie moved her body so that she could stick out her tongue and touch it to the tip of his cock. Paul held the back of her head gently and pushed it down. Jennie didn't like the taste or smell of his penis. She wasn't fond of foreplay in general - it was gross and demeaning and a waste of time. Still, she felt like it was easier to let it happen, so she relaxed her jaw and didn't resist as Paul pushed his cock into her mouth.

"Jennie! Wow, that is incredible."

Jennie mumbled a non-committal sound around Paul's cock. He pumped his cock between her lips for a minute before he pulled it back out. Jennie sighed and put her head back onto her pillow, still holding his cock. Paul took her hand and started moving it, and she continued to stroke his cock after he let go.

Paul finished one episode of his show and started another. It was long past Jennie's bedtime, and she wanted to go to sleep. She stroked his cock, using her thumb to rub oozing drops of precum into it.

"Oh fuck that's good. Oh shit, Jennie, I'm going to..." Paul pushed Jennie's head towards his throbbing cock. She knew what he wanted. He had tried to cum in her mouth several times in the two years they had been dating. She let him once, and it was foul. It felt like she had let him blow his nose into her mouth. She thought his cum belonged on him - if he was going to make a mess he should have to deal with it.

Paul trying to cum in Jennie's mouth was nothing new. Her letting him certainly was. She let him guide her head down to his cock. She didn't quite make it in time, and his cock sprayed cum on her face before she closed her mouth around it. She felt it pulse and twitch in her mouth, and the feeling was uncomfortable and upsetting. She thought about pulling back, but it was easier just to let Paul have what he wanted. Swallowing the viscous goo was upsetting, but keeping it in her mouth was just as upsetting. She steadied her nerves and swallowed her mouthful of cum with a slight shudder in her shoulders.

"Oh fuck that was good, Jennie." Paul saw Jennie's face as she pulled back from his cock and he chuckled. She supposed it wasn't that bad, and it was worth it if it made her boyfriend that happy. "You should probably get cleaned up and go to bed. I'll join you in a minute."

Jennie smiled weakly, nodded, and walked to the bathroom.

*****

Jennie was a secretary at a tech startup. Her official title was Office Manager, but she still knew that was just a fancy way to say secretary. As she dressed for work she tried to pick something appropriate for the role, professional but still feminine and attractive. She put on a long, tight-fitting grey wool skirt that hugged the curves of her round hips and full thighs. She buttoned down a white shirt and she tucked it into her skirt. She threw on a dark yellow cardigan and a pair of two-inch heels to complete the outfit.

Her day at work was mostly uneventful, and she was glad for it. She felt out of sorts, and something about the night before left her feeling confused and somewhat upset. She felt strangely awkward around her coworkers, but there wasn't much she could point to that was out of the ordinary - except for a conversation with Edgar.

Edgar was attractive, and a few years younger than Jennie. He was an engineer with the company, and he flirted with Jennie most days. She always found it to be a bit of harmless fun. She had a boyfriend and Edgar had a girlfriend - they had a back-and-forth, but nothing happened and nothing was going to happen.

"So, how about we grab a drink after work," Edgar said. It was a familiar part of their pattern. He would ask for more than she wanted to give, and she would tease him while she said no. Jennie enjoyed it, and she was pretty sure he did too.

"Uh, yeah. That sounds good." Jennie wasn't sure why she said it, but the thought of turning Edgar down felt exhausting to her for some reason.

"Wait, really? It's okay if you don't want to, you know." Edgar was looking at her sideways with a sly smile.

"Yeah, I know, but it's okay. Let's do it."

"Okay, that sounds good! I have to work a bit late, but if you stick around we can take my car." Edgar looked down to the top two unfastened buttons of Jennie's top. She felt uncomfortably exposed, but this was the outfit she had picked out and worn all day. She was sure it was fine and she was just overreacting.

*****

Jennie had a good time with Edgar, but that wasn't surprising. She always had a good time with Edgar. She just usually had other coworkers around when they were out.

They sat side-by-side at a bar and talked. They joked and laughed. She felt their legs rub together. Jennie didn't know who started it, or whether it was on purpose. She didn't try to pull away or stop.

Jennie tried to excuse herself to go home, but Edgar insisted they have another drink. She thought about turning him down, but couldn't bring herself to do it. They sat closer as they drank and laughed, touching shoulders and thighs.

Jennie laughed at one of Edgar's jokes and put her hand on his leg. She felt his hard, throbbing cock through his pants. She hesitated a second before she pulled back. Jennie wanted to tell him she needed to go home. She wanted to tell him what they were doing was wrong. She wanted to remind Edgar of his girlfriend and her boyfriend. She didn't say anything.

She supposed it was perfectly innocent. After all, she had been rubbing her leg against his for a while. She had seen him stealing glances down her shirt. She knew he was attracted to her and it wasn't his fault if his body responded. If she was being honest, she was feeling turned on herself. It's not like there was anything wrong with Edgar being hard for her. Touching it had been an innocent mistake. She just needed to make sure it didn't go any further.

Edgar kissed her. He put one hand on the back of her head and the other around her waist and kissed her deeply. Jennie knew it was wrong. This was too much. Flirting was one thing, but she had crossed a line. If this was Paul kissing another woman she would never forgive him. But she couldn't stop kissing Edgar. Jennie was uncomfortably aroused now. The flirting and the touching and the alcohol had been nearly too much, and feeling Edgar's hard cock and then kissing him had pushed her over the edge. She knew she needed to say goodbye and go home before anything else happened.

On the other hand, she had been flirting with him and teasing him. She had even touched his cock. It was an accident for sure, but she knew how intensely aroused he must be right now. It was her fault, so she couldn't complain too much that he had wanted to kiss her. It was really a compliment in its own way that he was so turned on that he wasn't thinking straight. She had made him forget about his girlfriend and her boyfriend, and that was kind of powerful and sexy. Since she had made him feel this way, she couldn't really complain that he had wanted to kiss her.

When they stopped kissing, Edgar put her hand back on his cock. She had already touched it, so she thought it was a bit too late to draw that line. She had been flirting with him and rubbing up against him, and she just made out with him. Touching his cock wasn't all that different from rubbing her leg against his, except that he really, really wanted this. As long as she stopped here, it wouldn't be that bad. She massaged his stiff cock.

He ordered them another round of drinks, and Jennie stayed to keep drinking with him. She tried to joke and laugh but she felt like things were awkward. She had crossed a line, and now there was all of this sexual tension between them. When he kissed her again she felt relieved to not have to find anything more to say. She knew it was wrong, but she had already kissed him so it's not like it was any worse than what she had already done. She made out with Edgar in the bar and stroked his cock through his pants.

After a while Edgar tried to order them another round of drinks. The bartenders were pointedly ignoring them. He finally dropped money on the bar and led Jennie out. There was a small round of applause as they exited, and Jennie flushed. Jennie hated public displays of affection, and didn't like it when people made a scene in public. She realized there was no denying the fact that she had just done both with a man who was not her boyfriend.

They walked back to the parking lot where Edgar had left his car.

"Hold on, I've got to take care of something." Edgar walked over to a wall, unzipped his pants, and relieved himself. Jennie stood awkwardly. She wanted to go. Things had gone too far already. She didn't know how she could explain any of this to Paul. The sound of his piss spraying on the wall and the sight of it forming into a puddle and running off were disgusting.

"Come over here and give me a hand with this," Edgar called to her.

"What do you want?" Jennie's confusion was genuine.

"You should give it a shake for me."

He couldn't be serious, could he? Touching his cock through his pants had been one thing. That was an accident - at least at first. This time his cock was fully out, and he expected her to put her hand on it? While he was pissing? That was disgusting and unhygienic. She didn't like the thought of him touching anything before he washed his hands, so why would she put her hand on it?

Jennie thought it was less trouble to just go along with what Edgar wanted. Everyone knew how hard it was for guys to control themselves when they got too horny. Here she was making out with him and feeling up his cock in a bar. All he wanted now was for her to touch his cock, and she had basically already been doing that. She had gotten herself into this mess, and it didn't seem fair to make Edgar pay the price.

She walked up behind him. He looked at her with a sly smile while she wrapped her arms around him. She grabbed his hard cock and shook it, the last few drops of piss flying free. He touched her face over his shoulder and kissed her again. When she tried to let go of his cock he put her hand back. She didn't want to stroke his cock, but it seemed unfair to him if she left him so hard without any relief.

She told herself a handjob wouldn't be that bad. She had already touched his cock, so this wasn't really crossing a line. She knew it was wrong, but leaving him so hard without any release seemed wrong too. She started to stroke it.

"You are so fucking sexy," Edgar told her. "Do you know how long I've wanted this?"

Jennie tried to tell herself it still wasn't too late to go home and forget this had happened. This was absolutely too far. She needed to draw a line, and this was it. She summoned the courage to tell Edgar to stop.

She let Edgar push her up against the same wall he had just been pissing on. She looked back at him and saw the desire in his eyes. She had been teasing him too much. She had even started stroking his hard cock in the middle of this parking lot. Didn't she think that was going to make him lose control?

Edgar hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties down around her knees. When she thought about it, it wasn't all that different from jerking him off. He was just trying to satisfy his biological urges. She had made him this hard, and now he needed to cum. That's just how men behave, she told herself. If she didn't push back while he was fucking her, then it might not even be as bad as jerking him off, since he was doing it and not her.

Jennie felt tears well in her eyes as Edgar's cock rubbed onto her pussy. She was humiliated that she hadn't stopped him, and even more humiliated that she was so wet and ready for his cock. She knew she had caused this problem and now she had to live with the consequences.

"Do you want it?" Edgar whispered in her ear.

Jennie nodded, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She wished she had told him no. She wished she had walked away. She wished his cock didn't slide so easily into her wet pussy. She wished it didn't feel so good.

Jennie heard some mumbled conversation getting closer. She thought she should tell Edgar to stop. She needed him to stop. Having sex in public was bad enough, but being caught by strangers was much worse. She was about to say something, only...

This wasn't really all that different than making out with him in the bar while she was stroking his cock. It was another public display of affection, and she was making a scene again. She had led him on by making him think it was ok then, so how could she stop him now? She said nothing, and Edgar didn't slow down.

She heard the strangers say, "oh, okay. That's happening." She heard them laugh and walk past. Her face burned with shame.

Jennie felt herself building towards an orgasm. She felt like the humiliation was feeding into it, but that seemed impossible. Her climax seemed to be inching closer and closer.

"Oh fuck!" Edgar pushed into her and locked up. She felt his cock throb and pump warm cum into her womb. He hadn't asked if he could cum inside her. He hadn't offered to wear a condom. He hadn't even cared that she was close to her own orgasm. Jennie reached her hand between her legs and played with her clit for a minute, but it was too late.

Edgar pulled out, and his cum started to drip out of Jennie. She immediately noticed globs of his cum falling into her panties and tried to reposition herself so the rest of the cum fell onto the pavement of the parking lot.

Her panties were ruined. There was no way she could put them back on, and Paul would know what had happened. She wanted to cry, but instead she just sighed. She really should have expected this when she decided to seduce Edgar into having sex with her in the parking lot. She was asking for this the whole time, when she stopped to think about it.