Chapter Seven
An hour and two whiskeys later did nothing to improve his mood. I need to drink more , he considered as he walked behind Janelle toward their table. Her light, bubbly attitude only served to make him feel even worse. But this is want he’d promised to do, right? Now that it had happened, he didn't know what to do. Half of him just wanted to finish it now, to just make it quick like ripping off a Band-Aid, while a big part of him wanted to stay and continue to partake of Janelle.
He hadn't even taken his seat before he asked the hostess for a drink.
“Don't let it bother you. I'm fine,” said Janelle lightly a while later as she glanced over the menu. At Edwin's blank stare, she continued. “I know they're talking about me. It could be a little weird for you, but I'm fine.”
He cast a quick glance around the room. He had been totally unaware of the other people that were dining in the large room. Most of the couples and families weren't even looking at their table, but there were a few that were whispering and even pointing in their direction. Of course, he had to excuse the kids that pointed and asked the adults about Janelle's face, but the adults that did it were just downright rude.
He hadn't even considered how she would be accepted. It was then that the fact registered to him that he no longer even noticed her face when he looked at her. No longer did he sneak glimpses at her when she wasn’t aware. No longer did his mind scream in protest over the gauntness of her profile. His heart began to sink as he thought about the taunting and looks she must get all the time from ignorant people that just didn't give a damn about her feelings. It must be upsetting and hurtful at times for her. No matter how hard she tried to act as if nothing bothered her, she was still human. And like all humans, she was aware.
“Well, aren't you arrogant? They might be looking at me and my good looks. It doesn't have always be about you, Jay,” he said sassily, trying to make light of the situation. He was awarded with another one of her open, carefree laughs that made his heart skip a beat. All was right in the world until the waiter came to the table to take their orders.
If she didn't notice, Edwin damn sure did. The man was outright staring at Janelle. He wore his feelings of shock, wonder, and even disgust on his sleeve. Even when Janelle wasn't addressing him, the man's eyes were on the scars. It took all his control to stay calm as he ordered his food and sent the man on his way.
“Ah, all those drinks are coming back to get me. I'll be right back,” he chuckled as he got up and walked back down through the large room of dining guests. He knew he couldn't do anything about the customers, but he would be damned if he had to deal with that motherfucker treating Janelle like an ugly freak.
His long strides helped him over take the unsuspected waiter before the guy disappeared into the kitchen. He waited until the man was away from the eyes and ears of the dinners before he pushed him through the door.
“What the fuck?!” the man blurted out, dropping his writing pad.
“What the fuck?! What the fuck?!” Edwin growled. “Let me tell you...the fact that my date has to deal with a rude ass motherfucker like you.” Edwin took hold of the man's shirt and pushed him back against the wall. The kitchen staff and the other employees came running over to assist their fellow co-worker.
“What's going on?” demanded a woman that was clearly the one in charge, judging from her business attire.
“I...I don't know. This man is crazy,” the man cried before Edwin covered his face with his hand and shoved his head against the freestanding refrigerator. The sound of his head hitting the object echoed throughout the kitchen. Other men moved in to tackle Edwin, but the manager shouted for them to stay put. The portly woman couldn't afford to have a full-out fight in the restaurant. That would mean police, employees hurt, the loss of money due to the place being closed, and probably a law suit.
“Sir, please. Please,” she begged. “Whatever the problem, I'm sure we can fix it.”
“The problem is that this dick is too dumb not to stare at people.”
“Stare?” she asked, confused.
Don't tell me this is some crazy jealous fool , she thought until the woman standing by her whispered the meaning behind his words in her ear.
“Oh,” she said, understanding now. She was up at the hostess desk when the pair had walked into the restaurant. But unlike her nonprofessional employees, she had smiled nicely and treated the young lady as if nothing was wrong with her face.
Now fully informed, she offered quickly, “I'm so sorry about this, sir. I can assign another waiter to your table and your meals, drinks...everything will be free.”
“No!” Edwin blurted out, turning to look at the woman for the first time. He really wished the man would have put up more of a fight. He was in a bad mood and having someone's ass to kick might have helped it a bit. Sighing, he let go of the man and ran his hand across his face, frustrated.
“No, not a different waiter, but the same one. I don't want my date to know or feel bad with a different waiter. But, you better make her feel as if she's the best damn thing since cotton candy. And I'll pay for our meals,” he said before he walked out of the kitchen, this time going to the bathroom.
“That fucking bitch! This was all her fault,” he mumbled under his breath. She was the one that had put him on his current course. If she would have just keep her goddamn mouth shut and stayed out of his life, he would have been fine.
By the time he had calmed down enough to return to the table, Janelle was receiving their drinks. The closer he got, he could hear her talking and chuckling about something that the new and improved waiter was saying. He slid back into his chair with a brilliant smile on his handsome face as if he hadn’t just roughed the man up.
“Oh, what's this?” he asked, pointing to the fresh, warm bread and dipping sauce on the plate between them on the table.
“Well, your girlfriend was asking about the appetizer that the table over there was eating. So, I brought her out a sample,” the waiter responded cheerfully.
“This isn't a sample. It’s way too big,” said Janelle.
“Don't worry about it. What the boss doesn't know won't hurt her,” the server said with a wink before he left.
Shrugging, Janelle scooped the bread into the sauce. “That was so sweet of him. That's the way to get a good tip.”
Edwin just rolled his eyes in response. He took note of the fact that he did nothing to correct the young man about assuming they were a couple.
“I thought you were paying me back for ditching you before. You were gone for a really long time.”
“Things got kinda hairy, but I'm alright,” he answered, pushing his whiskey to the side and choosing to sip the water instead. He needed to stay calm and the liquor was only exaggerating his already raw emotions.
“I hope you aren't sick,” she seriously stated.
“Why?”
“Cuz the soreness is all but gone, and I'm feeling much better now,” she whispered under hooded lashes.
And just like that, the sun came out and Edwin's mood changed for the better.
“How was the sample? Would you like more,” the waiter asked as he removed the empty plate.
“No, but can you make our orders to go? Something just came up,” Edwin said slyly.
They both laughed and tried to keep things light for the next thirty-five minutes as they waited for their food to be cooked, packaged and delivered to their table so they could leave, but both of them were two horny balls of energy. Janelle couldn't keep her eyes from returning to his full lips and his strong hands. Images of his mouth licking her pussy and his fingers stroking the inside of her body was making it very hard for her to behave in the room full of strangers. She crossed her legs and shifted her weight in the chair as an attempt to quiet the throbbing in her cunt. She had no doubt that he knew what was happening to her. The way his blue eyes were caressing her body with a promise of what was to come and his secret smile was proof enough.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Nowhere, Jay,” he answered as he switched chairs to sit next to her. He turned to face her, leaned over and kissed her. “I so wished you would have worn a dress,” he confessed in a low voice with his wet lips to her ear. He felt her shiver. “Then I could have put my fingers in your pussy under the table.”
The thought for fucking in public was such a turn on for her, even if it was just talk.
“Lucky for us, you don't require a skirt,” she moaned, glancing down at his crotch. She reached her hand down and rubbed the bulge that was straining his pants.
“You bitch,” he hissed.
“I'll let you make me your bitch.”
Edwin pinned her with his hot blue gaze. He let out a startled gasp when she leaned in and instead of kissing him, she slowly licked his mouth. He stood up with so swiftly that he sent the wooden chair flying backwards unto the floor. Without another word, he grabbed her hand, pulled out his wallet, placed a crisp fifty-dollar bill on the table, and started heading for the door.
“Tell the manager to give our meals away to the homeless couple across the street,” he instructed the hostess as he pulled Janelle out the door. “Where did we park?” he asked in a hurry.
Janelle pointed to the all-black sports car and handed him the keys.
“I don't know why you enjoy pushing me,” he asked huskily as he opened the door for her to get in.
“You haven't seen nothing yet.” Getting on her tiptoes, she kissed him in the bright sun. Her kiss was hungry as she raped his mouth with her skillful tongue.
“You want me to fuck you here, in the car?”
“If you want to…”
“What I want is for you to get in the damn car,” he answered, trying not to lose his self-control.
Like an obedient girl, Janelle got in the car and sat quietly as he drove out of the parking lot and turned into traffic. But she was nowhere near ready to stop the foreplay. She kicked off her sandals.
“Do you know that it’s almost impossible to see through my car windows?”
Edwin almost swerved at the sight of Janelle unbuckling her skinny jeans. His eyes darted back and forth from the road to her as she first slid out of her pants and then her shirt. She reached over between the side of the chair and the car door and pulled the lever to let her seat back. The matching pink lace bra and panties created both a perfect contrast against her dark skin and a perfect sensual picture.
She took his hand off the stick shift and placed it on her upper thigh. “Touch my pussy,” she begged.
He didn't know how he was going to accomplish fondling her and driving without crashing, but he was willing to give it a try. He could feel the heat that her pussy was giving off as he brought his hand closer. She opened her legs wide to give his large hand access. He cupped her cunt and rubbed it.
“I need my hand to switch gears,” he said finally as the car approached the red light, causing him to down shift.
“You're right. You do need both hands. So…” She trailed off. Janelle leaned up, reached over, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his large, thick dick. She paused for a second to trace one of the veins on his cock before she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
“Shit!” Edwin moaned as he took his foot off the clutch and put the car into motion. He slid farther down in the chair to give himself room to thrust up into her wet, hot mouth. After he shifted the car into its last gear, he placed his hand on the back of her head to help guide her head down. He moaned and fought back the urge to close his eyes at the feel of the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat.
“Your dick is so big. I don't think I can take it all, but I'll try,” she promised breathlessly before she opened her mouth as wide as it could go and brought her head back down.
“Oh, God, Jay, don't...don't do that. Fuck!”
He clutched the wheel with white knuckles and stuttered as she gagged on his dick. The sensation of her throat contracting and the wet saliva running down his cock was like heaven to him. The traffic on A1-A along the beach had thinned out and he flew down the highway. The cold fact that it would take them another twenty minutes in traffic to reach her house wasn't sitting well with him.
Making a split-second decision, he made a hard left and drove up into the driveway of a spacious home on the beach that had a 'For Rent' sign posted in the grass. The large gate and the huge low-hanging plants and trees created a dark shadow over the already dark car, hiding it.
He glanced quickly around the front of the vacant house to ensure that no one was there before he shut off the engine.
“Get out,” he said in a strained voice. The car was too small for what he was going to do.
Janelle's head came up. She looked around, startled, and she jumped when her door swung open.
“Out…I said out...come on,” he commanded. He took hold of her arm, pulling her from the car in nothing but her bra and underwear.
She couldn't have been more willing at that second. Not caring, he walked her to the back of the sports car, bent her over and moved her panties to the side. He then picked up her leg and shoved his dick into her juicy cunt. They both let out moans of pleasure at be joined once again.
“I can't believe you can drive me to this,” he said as he rotated his hips, pushing himself the last few inches into her pussy. She felt so full, his big cock was stretching her flesh to new limits.
“I love the way you feel…Oh God, it’s so good,” she panted.
“Just wait...It'll get better. I promise,” he declared. He leaned back up and started to move with a force that caused the small car to rock. He knew she could take it. He knew she would welcome his almost punishing rhythm and deep thrusts. Even now he could feel her pussy getting wetter with excitement as he as fucked her.
“That's it, Jay…You can take it. Oh, God it’s so fucking tight. Drown my balls with your hot cum,” he moaned.
Leaning down, he put his hands around her neck and pulled her back onto his chest. She turned her head to the side and opened her mouth for his kiss. His tongue moved with the same hungry speed of his pelvis. He could tell she was close to cumming. She was bucking her hips and her cunt was starting to throb and flutter like it had done before. He brought his left leg up and propped it up on the bumper before he draped her leg over his thigh.
“Listen to me. I know you said you needed your vibrator to have your main climax, but I'm going to show you something,” he informed her as he reached his hand down to her clit. “I want you to just relax and focus on my strokes...Concentrate on what I'm doing to you, okay?” he instructed breathlessly into her mouth.
He took firm hold of her hip and slammed into her body hard. His thrusts were long, timed, hard, and at an angle that allowed him to hit the tip of her pelvic bone in just the right spot. It was like her entire lower half was a tuning fork that vibrated deliciously with his every movement.
“That's it, Jay. I know you can feel it. You're almost there,” he said as his fingers stated to rub her clit. He watched her face for signs and at that right moment, “Now,” he blurted out as he bent his knees low, almost sliding completely out of her, only to penetrate upward, hard while pulling her hips downward to meet his thrust, which was so forceful he felt his back pop.
Her orgasm was hard. Janelle went weak as she started to shake. Every nerve in her body was tingling and the ringing in her ears robbed her of her hearing. All she could see was bright, blinding colors of pleasure until the sound returned like a rushing of ocean waves. She was reduced to a limp puppet while Edwin began moving again. He had to time his withdraw just right to keep from both cumming in her and to make sure she didn't fall on the ground.
Pulling off his shirt with his only free hand, he cleaned off his cum-filled palm, zipped up his pants, carried Janelle back over to the car, and put her back inside.
“You're going to be the death of me,” he smiled before he closed the door.
Oh, but what a sweet way to die, he thought as he drove around the roundabout style driveway and back onto the highway.
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The rest of the day was spent with them eating and laughing with Edwin in a pair of dark blue jersey basketball shorts and Janelle, per request, in one of his business shirts. The more she chided herself about giving in to the desire to let go and give herself over to Edwin, the more she found herself doing just that. He wasn't threatened by her intelligence, her accomplishments, her face or her views, but he actually listened. And not just pretended to listen to just make her feel good, he actively listened, gave his opinions and when he didn't understand her, he asked for her to explain. They talked, but both keep the conversation light and tried to stay away from any topic too personal.
“Are you going to answer that? It must be pretty important,” asked Janelle, eyeing his cell phone. The fifth episode of Boondocks was just starting.
“No, I want to watch this,” he replied. He needed something to keep him in a happy mood and he knew that talking to the person that was trying to reach him wasn’t the way.
“This is a DVD, you know. Go call your chick,” she suggested.
Edwin glanced over at her. He picked up on the change in her voice even though she as trying really hard to play it cool.
Not wanting her to think it was another girl, he sighed, “It's my mother that's been calling me.” At her doubtful glance, he reassured, “No, really...it's my mom.”
“Well, why don't you talk to her then?”
“Because I'm enjoying myself, and I want it to stay that way.”
“Oh, she's that bad?”
“I think she's one of the fallen angels that was kicked out of Heaven and was cast down into Hell.”
“Was that who you were talking to before? The one in a different language?” she asked as she looked up from her laptop, curious.
“No, that was my brother, Waylan. What's that you're typing?” he asked quickly before she came at him with another question.
“Nothing!” she blurted out a little too loudly for it to be nothing. He was on her in a second. He rolled over on her and pinned her to the bed as he began to wrestle her for the laptop. Her screams and his laughter vibrated throughout the room.
“You know what I haven't done, yet?” he asked, out of breath. “I haven't tasted you here. If you let me see what you're up to, I'll let you cum in my mouth,” he promised her.
He bent down and traced her mouth with the tip of his tongue, slowly.
“Alright.” She wasn’t going to pass up a change of being fucked by his tongue. His mouth was just too damn sexy. Janelle opened up the laptop and let him see her recent entry of her blog. His blue eyes danced over the screen as she so poetically described their sexual activities of the day. By the time he finished, he had a deep frown on his face.
“You don't like it?” she asked in a painfully worried voice.
“No, no, you write very well. Too damn well, if you ask me. Does anyone else know you write this?”
“Of course not.”
“Hm, just me.” The thought of her sharing more than her body with him caused conflicting feelings in him. “You seem to get real personal. How long have you been doing it?”
“For about eight months,” she answered while he scrolled down the page.
He could see all of her earlier posts. He glanced quickly up to the web page’s toolbar and made a mental note of the address so he could return later. He wanted to see how her life had been before he entered it. Of course, others could tell him, but he knew that it was nothing like hearing it from the horse’s mouth. She was so transparent in her blog, so stripped away.
“Well, just as long as you make me out to be a god among men, I'm all for it,” he joked as he closed the computer and placed it on the floor. Chapter Eight
That night, the devil himself seemed to be riding him. He was finding it impossible to go to sleep. It had been hours since Janelle had fallen asleep after having sex in the bathroom. As he had promised, he’d dazzled her senses with his mouth. In the steam-filled shower, he made her stand under the stream of the hot water with her foot on the bench. With her standing in that position, she left her pussy wide open for his eyes to look. And look is what he did as he just knelt there describing her most intimate part of her body.
Finally, he brought his hand up to caress her shaved pussy before he kissed her lips. He dropped light kisses just like he would have done if he was kissing her mouth. Then, in a sudden change, his mouth became demanding. His hands came up and took a firm hold on her ass as he drew her forward. He licked, sucked, hummed, plunged deeply into her slippery center with his tongue, and fingered her while she held on tight to his hair and his shoulders.
Seeing she had waited long enough, he spread the lips of her cunt to expose her swollen clit. He wagged his tongue as he brushed over it, enticing it to blossom as he shoved his two fingers into her body until she threw back her head in total bliss. Bending low, he covered her opening to taste and catch every drop of her sweet juice.
After which, she gave up her seat to him so she could ride him under the shower head until he came. And because he went against his better judgment and read Janelle's blog, now he was lying next to her sleeping body with sleep miles away. He wished he hadn't let his curiosity get the best of him because now he was fighting feelings that he wished he didn't have. Now he had been gazing down on her unsuspecting form with her hair wrapped in a black satin bonnet and wearing one of his wife beater-style T-shirts. For some reason, he loved seeing her in his clothes.
Her blog was just too personal, too open, just too damn emotional and downright sexy. She talked about her family and how they all tried to help her, but she couldn't seem to take their help because they didn't understand what she was going through. She revealed just how lonely she had become and she wished that she wouldn't have burned so many bridges and pushed some many people away out of anger or fear. It didn't take long for him to realize that she had created the blog as a way to deal with her accident. To be able to talk to others and bare her soul without any judgment because it was completely anonymous.
“What do you want?” he whispered onto his phone.
“I want you to wrap things up and get that shit over with,” the woman hissed.
“This is none of your business.”
“My, my, my, is her pussy that good, son?”
“I'm going to hang up now. Stop calling me.”
“I won't stand for this. You've been with your father and his kids too damn much. I won't have you selling out and going black, too, and an ugly one, at that!” she hissed with disgust into the phone before Edwin hung up.
“Your mother?” Janelle asked, sleepy-eyed.
“Yeah,” he sighed.
“I'm really sorry. Come here.” She took his phone and tossed it across the room. “It isn't like she's at the door, so fuck her. Don't let it bother you. This is my place, my room, and you're with me,” she said in a deep voice, still heavy with sleep.
Edwin took hold of her waist and pulled her back against his hard body. He concentrated on her slow, calm breathing, matching his with hers and before long, he relaxed and was led off into deep sleep with her words ringing in his ears; ‘ This is my place, my room, and you're with me.’
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