She reaches up and runs her hands through my hair. “I won’t regret it.”
There’s no stopping me then. I lean in and suction my mouth to her. I slide my tongue through her wet, needy sex. When I have her juices in my mouth and dripping down my chin, I wrap my tongue around her swollen clit and don’t stop until she’s bucking underneath me and finally screams out the orgasm, saying my name and filling the room with her cries.
Even after she’s completely satisfied, and her body’s limp underneath me, I still don’t stop. I could do this all night. When she groans, I rest my head on her lower belly, the scent of her all over me. It’s almost completely dark, and I know I need to get her home.
I groan as I get up. My cock is angry, hard, and thick between my legs. I can’t do anything about it now, but I’m sure I’ll be coming tonight with Janie’s name on my lips.
“You okay?” I ask her.
She’s beautiful, lying there, completely open to me. I wish I could bare my cock and dive right in. I don’t think she’d stop me, but I know I couldn’t do that to her. I grab her panties and start to put them on, and she gets up to help me. We’re both quiet as we gather everything up and I help her to the truck. She puts on her seatbelt herself, and I walk around quickly. She’s looking straight ahead, not saying anything. I don’t know if she’s mad, upset or what, but something’s not right.
She’s quiet, and I fear that she’s starting to regret what we just did. “Are you okay?” I ask her again.
I can’t see her face when she says, “Yes, I’m good.”
In my head, I’m trying to think of ways to apologize to her and to tell her I’m sorry, but I can’t even begin to do so. There’s no way I could be sorry for what just happened between us. I’m about to tell her just that when her phone rings.
She answers it hurriedly, as if she can’t wait to talk to someone else besides me. “Hello?”
I turn down the music in the truck, and it’s easy to hear the conversation that is taking place.
“Hi Janie. This is Emery at Sugar Glaze Bakery.”
Janie’s voice perks up. “Oh, hi, Emery.”
“Hi. I’m sorry for calling you so late, it’s been a busy day. I just wanted to call and offer you the job. It’s the starting pay we talked about, and you’d work primarily nights and Saturdays. I can honor your request to be off on Sundays. We can get the training going as soon as you can start.”
Janie seems excited and almost bounces in her seat. “Tomorrow. I can start tomorrow.”
Emery, or whatever her name is, can hear the excitement in her voice too, because she laughs. “That’s great, Janie. I look forward to seeing you. About 1 p.m. tomorrow?”
“That’s great. I’ll be there.” Janie’s about to hang up when Emery says, “Oh yeah, Janie?”
“Yeah?”
Emery’s voice drops a little like she’s embarrassed or something. “My brother, Jamison, said he graduated with you. Anyway, I told him I was hiring you and hoped you took the job... well, anyway, he told me to tell you hi and he looked forward to seeing you this week.”
Janie pauses, and I can feel her glance over at me. My hands tighten on the steering wheel. Son of a bitch. I knew she wouldn’t be back in town long before men started lining up at her door. Janie clears her throat. “Yeah, I remember Jamison. He was always nice to me. I look forward to seeing him too.”
They hang up, and I stew the rest of the way into town. Did she just make a date with someone else right in front of me? The need to punch something is almost overwhelming.
I pull into her driveway, get out, and help her out of the truck. I grab her chairs and carry them to the garage while she opens the door for me. I put them down where they were and walk out into the driveway.
She’s looking up at me like she’s filled with regret. It’s all too much. I have this obsessive need to have her, to stake my claim on her right now, but I know I can’t. Guilt claims me. “Are you okay?” I ask her for the third time.
She nods but doesn’t say anything else.
“Congratulations on your job,” I tell her.
She nods. “Yeah, I’m excited about it. But look, I went to school with Jamison—”
I cut her off. “It’s nothing, Janie. We’re friends, right? I can’t tell you who you can and who you can’t talk to.”
She nods, and I know I need to get out of here. I have to before I do something stupid and tell her that she’s mine and she can’t go out with another man. I’m the one that made the decision that we should be friends. And I know she’s nothing like my ex-wife, but can I trust her to not get tired of me and leave? She’s so young, she probably doesn’t have any idea what she wants.