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2007-11-18

What was taking so long? I still heard voices: Jack talking to Bill

and Yvonne. I guess it did sound like they were at the front door, but

they just kept talking and talking.



And they'd eventually realize how strange it was that I wasn't seeing

them out. What would Yvonne think? What was Jack up to? It was when

I'd teased him about Yvonne: "Checking out her rear?" I'd asked him in

a low voice.



He'd looked at me sharply, then smiled that sly smile of his: "*You*

go upstairs and get undressed; *I'll* get rid of them." He'd said it

low enough that they couldn't hear him. I'd stared at him dumbly.

"Come on, get up there: lie on the bed on top of the covers, on your

stomach and wait." And he'd slipped away to talk to Bill!



I'd looked at them all: they were Jack's friends and were really

paying more attention to him than me. What was he up to? I'd looked at

Jack some more. He'd snuck me a *what's holding you?* look.



And did it. Slipped out, into the bedroom, undressed. The light:

should I turn it off? Why was I doing this? I finally got in bed with

the light off.



On my stomach. Lying there. And lying there, waiting for Bill and

Yvonne to leave. What would Clara say if she knew I was doing this?

What *was* I doing? It had just been such a wild thing for Jack to say

and somehow I just couldn't resist finding out what was on his mind.



And what *did* he have planned? Why my stomach? Was he thinking about

my rear? Doing it *that* way? No, we'd never done that, and I

certainly hadn't mentally prepared myself to tackle that tonight. But

that *had* to be it: I suddenly felt very nervous about it all. How

could I back out at this point?



And what were they talking about for so long? I heard the front door

open, but they were still yacking away. It was as if they were

torturing me on purpose. So my rear was going to get it. Probably. Why

did I just lie like this, waiting for him? Where did he get the idea

that I'd go along with all this?



I heard Yvonne's voice, louder, then a little laughter. I belatedly

realized she'd yelled *Have fun* in *my* direction! Then more talking

and laughing. And finally the door shut.



The house was quiet. Where was Jack? I thought again about what he

might be planning. And it drove me up the wall that he just left me

waiting!



And finally I heard the footsteps. And the door opened, letting light

in. I could have looked his way, but I just lay there, listening. He

didn't turn on light but left the door open.



He sat on the bed next to me and put his hand on my rear. He started

caressing it, my cheeks, softly. I liked it. I made a "mmm" sound, to

acknowledge it, but still just lay there. Could I manage to let him do

it?



His hands circled down to the backs of my thighs and back up to my

rear. Then I felt his finger at the crack of my rear, close. He did it

so slowly and softly. His hand dipped between my legs to the inside of

my thighs. I wondered if he were going to touch me *there*. He just

continued to caress, thighs, rear, my back. I lay there with my eyes

closed.



I wondered how long he was going to do this. Finally, I opened my eyes

and turned my head sufficiently to look at him. He was looking right

at my face.



I needed communication: talk. "Well?" I finally said.



Suddenly he was standing and he'd slipped his arms under my body. He

rolled me over next to him, picked me up, and carried me out of the

bedroom! "Jack?" I asked, as my eyes struggled with the light.



He didn't answer. Down the stairs he brought me, and into the dining

room. He laid me on the table, on my back.



The table was clear and I was lying right on wood, on my back. It was

definitely not comfortable. My legs hug over the side, causing my back

to arch up off the table. He pushed them up until they were above my

body, bending my knees. Then he was on *his* knees, licking me.



I came.
 



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