Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback of the Babydoll series. This is meant to be a Dramatic series filled with Romance, Intrigue, Taboo, and most of all Sex. I want each of these chapters to have a symbolic meaning.
Please give the story a chance even if there may be something that doesn't suit your fancy. The next step in the journey might make it worth your while. That's the way the best dramas work? I am trying to pull in all of your senses.
Anyway, any likenesses or similarities of character are purely coincidental. I hope you will read the previous chapters, if you haven't. But, you can always jump in here and go fill in the missing pieces provided in the earlier stories.
This is a taboo topic, so I know that it is offensive to some. The material is erotic to me because it is forbidden in society. This is purely fantasy. Hope you enjoy the fantasy.
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It had been nine days since Jill and I had seen each other, but it seemed like a lifetime. I hadn't gotten back into town until nearly 3am. I was exhausted when I arrived, so I just laid down on the sofa in my apartment and passed out.
By the time I awoke, it was nearly Noon. I made sure the apartment was clean and then headed to the grocery store, since I hadn't been home in two weeks and the fridge was empty. Before grocery shopping, I went and washed and vacuumed my car, even on this cool, cloudy day.
I remembered what Jill had said about wanting to just stay in bed until her work and classes started back. After all that had happened, I was a little antsy thinking about seeing her face-to-face. I worried about her intuition and her possibly knowing that something had gone on while we were apart.
As I drove to the airport I couldn't deny the fact that I that I missed Ash. Remember that Crosby, Stills, and Nash song about 'if you can't be with the one you love honey, love the one your with.' I loved Jill, just not as much as Ashley.
I pulled myself out of the trance I had been in all day, as I pulled into the gates of the airport. I looked at the clock on the dashboard knowing I was early. It would be another hour before Jill's plane would arrive, but I didn't have anything better to do. I got out of the car, because I was paranoid thinking and knowing that Ash and I had had sex in this car the night before. I prayed that Jill wouldn't notice. The car was spotless, but I was having difficulty settling my brain on all that has transpired since the last time I had seen Jill.
I went and bought a magazine and then headed into the little eatery in the concourse and had a burger, fries, and a Coke; because I hadn't eaten since I had woken up. After I finished my food, I headed to the terminal and had a seat to await Jill's arrival, which looked to be on schedule and would be here in 30 minutes or so.
I sat in my seat and read my magazine, waiting, there was a lot of hustle and bustle going on all around me. It being towards the end of the first week of the New Year, I figured there were visitors flying out of town and natives heading back in. It was definitely nearly impossible to read the magazine and it was more like flipping through the pages than reading the articles.
Soon, I heard the announcement that Jill's plane had arrived at the gate. I was nervous thinking about seeing her at any moment. Time was in a different dimension as I looked up towards the terminal entrance. As I stared at the gate, I looked at each passenger when they came walking through until finally I spotted her.
She certainly looked lovely as we caught one another's eyes. As she gravitated towards my direction, all of my inhibitions about this reunion subsided to a great degree. I was happy to see her. The outfit she was wearing accentuated her prettiness. Jill always had a fit, shall we say athletic, look about her.
The rust colored corduroys she was wearing tightly hugged her firm legs and behind. She had on a brown ski vest over a tartan flannel shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and the top three buttons were unbuttoned displaying a white t-shirt underneath allowing her firm chest to almost pronounce, 'I'm here.'
I got up and walked up and into her arms as she tightly embraced me with a bear hug... or as much as someone of her size (5'6" and 130) could into someone my size (nearly 6' and 190). She looked up and into my eyes, before we pecked one another's lips with a hello kiss and then she giggled hysterically as she tilted her head to my heart, which fluttered with the anxiety of the moment. I spoke, "Let's go get your suitcase and go home."
We made our way over to the baggage pickup area and quickly found Jill's suitcase and a new duffle bag that apparently contained the gifts her parents had given her for Christmas. She had her backpack around her shoulder that she was utilizing as a carry on.
I felt better about things as we exited the terminal and made our way to the parking lot. In no time we were at my car where I popped open the rear hatch and placed the suitcase, duffle bag, and backpack in before shutting it.
We both slid into the front seats, smiling at one another. I don't know what it was, but somehow she looked better than when I had seen her the day after Christmas, the day I put her on that jet to send her home. Her hair was basically the same, but it appeared to be slightly highlighted and more full bodied than usual. The way she had her makeup done looked really nice. She didn't have a lot of on, but the way she had it done perfectly accentuated the demure character of her face. It struck me that I had maybe taken her for granted.
Come to think of it, she was looking better than ever. As we drove out of the airport parking lot, I glanced to my side and noted her feminine maturity. She definitely wasn't a girl, she was all woman. She obviously had had her hair done, as it hung a little past her shoulders and fluffed out three-quarters of the width of her upper back and the highlights made her brunette locks appear more golden as the late afternoon sun shined through the car window. Her brilliant green eyes were highlighted with a subtle eye shadow that had them glow in the sunlight. Her pouty lips were accentuated with burgundy lipstick. It was obvious she had done this all for my benefit.
As soon as we pulled away from the airport entrance and onto the highway, Jill unbuckled her seatbelt and came towards me. She was running her hands through my hair and kissing me as she reached over and began rubbing my cock underneath the athletic pants I was wearing. "Jill, what are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious that I've missed you." My cock certainly showed interest as it lurched to attention. My mind said something else, "I'm driving Jill."
