24-12-2018, 01:22 PM
Consequences Pt. 20
After work Jen went to visit Joe at the SoHo loft apartment. Willow met Jen at the door. "Joe tells me you'll fill in with his massage therapy when I'm not here," the gypsy said.
"Um sure, I can do that," Jen said. She'd meant it as a joke with Joe, but she could help out in a pinch.
"Excellent, it's better for Joe's spirit if his therapy is with someone he's close to," Willow said. "Come watch, to learn the techniques."
Jen hesitantly followed Willow into the guest room. Luckily (or intentionally?) Willow had put a folded towel over Joe's eyes so he couldn't see she was there. As Willow massaged Joe, Jen's training from the Penn State class and her job at the St. Regis kicked in. Willow's movements were close to what she already knew, techniques to focus and channel the body's energy and inner spirit in positive ways. Jen knew these techniques were based on Chinese Medicine, Ayurvedic Medicine from India, from healing techniques used by Buddhist monks and nuns from Thailand and Tibet, Mexican Folk Medicine, and Native American Folk Medicine.
Despite her analytic study of Willow's technique, Jen couldn't help noticing Joe's body. He was practically naked after all! (Just a folded towel over his mid-section). Joe had a really nice body. Muscular arms and legs, well defined chest, a washboard abdomen. In the past, more than once she'd seen Joe in a bathing suit, he was thin (like a runner) but not muscular. Where had this hunky physique come from?
"Do you think you can do it?" Willow asked in the living room a little later.
"I think so," Jen said tentatively. She still felt uncomfortable about giving her brother-in-law a full body massage.
Willow read her mind. "Joe's holistic treatment depends on positive energy, that's critical," the gypsy said. "You know Joe, you're family, he trusts you."
"I can do it," Jen said just a little less reluctantly.
"Excellent," Willow said. "I'll text you when we need you." Then the gypsy woman left.
Joe came out a little later, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Jen made him a simple dinner. They laughed and talked, and even smoked a little of the cannabis extract with the e-sig. Soon they were both feeling no pain!
"How are you and Mike?" Joe asked.
"Better," Jen said continuing their story. "I think we're getting back together. I'm meeting him at Penn State this weekend."
"That's great," Joe said. "You've worked out your issues?"
"I think so," Jen said. Feeling high from the pot, she got into a self-reflective mood. "Mike's complicated. And I guess I'm kinda insecure sometimes."
"You're insecure?" Joe asked shocked. How could someone as beautiful and bubbly as Jen be insecure?
Jen giggled. "Can I have some more of that?" she asked reaching for the e-sig. If they were going to talk about this she needed another hit!
"I know this'll sound terrible," Jen began, feeling relaxed and less inhibited by the weed. "I like being hot. I like being desirable. I'm afraid I won't always be that way. And I worry what Mike will think of me when I'm not pretty anymore."
"Jesus Jen, what are you, 27?" Joe said. "You've got a long time before you have to worry about that. Anyway, you'll probably always be hot."
"Everyone gets old," Jen said gloomily. "I'll have babies. It happens to every girl. I'm afraid of that day, when I'm not pretty anymore. When men don't look at me." Looking embarrassed she said "I know that sounds so petty."
Joe shook his head. How could a girl as beautiful as Jen worry about this? She'd always be superhot. "You don't talk to Mike about this?" he asked.
"No, not this," Jen said looking off into the distance. It was hard to talk to Mike about some things.
"Well, thanks for sharing with me," Joe said flattered. "Don't worry, I won't mention this to Mike."
"Thanks," Jen said, and they smiled at each other, two people sharing in a secret.
Mike went into an internet café at the Heathrow airport, just before boarding his plane to State College (via New Jersey). He rented a computer for 10 minutes and hacked into Sapphire. He navigated to the "Liberty" routines, the ones the government installed to spy on people who invested using the new Sapphire (including innocent Americans). The government still had not activated Liberty. Mike knew it was a matter of time. He decided that would be the last time he'd hack into Sapphire.
At the CATF in Northern Virginia, Colonel Banks studied the report of Mike's most recent hack in. Once again, all he did was look.
"Your orders Colonel?" Trent said, Colonel Bank's Chief of Staff.
"Activate Liberty," Colonel Banks ordered, glaring into the report. "And continue 24/7 watch on Andrews." He was going to nail that mother fucker!
It was Thursday night, Jen and Drums's last evening together. They had a quiet dinner at the Bronx apartment (Drums made dinner!). After dinner they held each other on the sofa. Their mood was melancholy.
"You're really amazing," Drums said stroking Jen's long blonde hair.
"You are too mister," Jen said hugging him tighter.
"I hope I've been a good boyfriend," he joked, melancholy in his eyes.
"You have Frankie," she assured him, looking into his eyes as she stroked his chest.
"I really wish we'd dated in college," Drums said kissing the top of her head. "Jen I think I -."
"Don't go there Frankie okay?" Jen said gently putting her finger on his lips. "It's been really special with you. But now I have to go back to my life."
They made love later that night. And it was making love, gentle and heartfelt with a lot of touching, kissing and emotion.
They flew together to Penn State. They held hands all during the flight.
Mike met them at the airport. He'd arrived the day before and mostly rested and slept to get over jet lag.
Mike and Drums shook hands, both of them looking wary. Their relationship had definitely changed.
Mike turned to give Jen a big hug and kiss but she stepped away. "I'm still Frankie's girlfriend until tomorrow," she said smiling teasingly at him. "Can you carry my bag though?"
Mike followed Jen and Drums out of the airport, rolling Jen's bag behind him. His head spun with cuckold lust as he watched them. Jen's arm was in Drums' and she leaned affectionately into him. They looked so familiar with each other, like a loving couple. Mike's cock was ready to burst and the weekend hadn't even started.
They got 2 separate rooms in a hotel outside State College (they were staying outside because Jen and Mike didn't want to run into people they knew). In the elevator Jen and Drums got off on the 4th floor. "See you later Mike," Jen said as she and Drums walked to their room, holding hands.
Mike continued to the 7th floor. Inside his room he felt a wave of depression wash over him. It felt overwhelming, the jealousy, angst, loneliness. He was rock hard and lustful, true. But he so missed Jen! For weeks their only contact had been phone calls, and brief ones. When was the last time they had sex? When was the last time they hugged and held hands like a couple? Weeks!
Mike had known this was what he'd be in for, and he wanted this, when he came up with the idea of Jen dating Drums exclusively, living with him. When he was away from Jen - in London while she was in New York - he could handle it better. But to be at the same place, to be standing next to each other in the airport after being apart so long, and to only get a brief "friends" hug was too much! And now he had to spend the entire weekend watching while other men fucked her! It was too much, he wouldn't be able to handle it!
Inside their room, Drums pulled Jen to him and kissed her. Their kissing turned passionate and Drums began fondling Jen's body.
She pulled away when he started to undress her. "No Frankie," she said. She giggled. "I've got a big night ahead of me."
"Let's get started now," he said grinning at her. "I know you, if we fuck now it'll get you more horny for later."
"Yeah well ..." Jen said with a laugh. Frankie was right, the more sex she got the more she wanted, she was like a nympho. But when he reached for her she pulled away again.
"No Frankie, last night was our last time," she said.
"Oh," he said suddenly sad, the finality hitting him.
Jen gently brushed her hand across his cheek. She hugged him and said "You're a really great guy Frankie. You're going to make a lucky girl really happy someday."
Jen left Drums and took the elevator to the 7th floor. She rolled her suitcase to Mike's room.
She knocked and Mike opened the door. "Hi," she said.
"Hi" Mike said.
Seeing her was like the clouds parting and seeing the sun for the first time. He urgently reached for her and she melted into him. Mike hugged Jen tight, not wanting to let her go ever again. All was right in the world again!
They got into bed and snuggled and kissed a long time. It wasn't sexual, it was love. They both needed to reconnect.
"Can I have my rings?" Jen said.
Mike immediately took them out of his pocket. Jen held out her left hand and Mike slipped on her wedding and engagement rings. Then he slid the Sophia ring back on her right hand.
"I'm never taking them off again," she said. It was a promise to Mike, but also she had no desire to take them off again.
They held each other for a long time. Eventually Mike asked "So you liked being Drums's girlfriend?"
"Um ... it didn't suck," she joked. They laughed.
"Tell me," Mike grinned.
Now that Mike had gotten his "Jen Fix," Jen could tell he wanted to play. But they had the rest of their lives for pillow talk about her time with Frankie. And they still had tonight and tomorrow to play.
"I'll tell you later," Jen promised. "First I want this." She squeezed Mike's cock. She wanted her husband inside her! She reached for a condom.
Mike put his hand over Jen's. "I want you too," he said. "You wouldn't believe how much I want you!" he added with a lustful grin. "But maybe I shouldn't be inside you this weekend."
After work Jen went to visit Joe at the SoHo loft apartment. Willow met Jen at the door. "Joe tells me you'll fill in with his massage therapy when I'm not here," the gypsy said.
"Um sure, I can do that," Jen said. She'd meant it as a joke with Joe, but she could help out in a pinch.
"Excellent, it's better for Joe's spirit if his therapy is with someone he's close to," Willow said. "Come watch, to learn the techniques."
Jen hesitantly followed Willow into the guest room. Luckily (or intentionally?) Willow had put a folded towel over Joe's eyes so he couldn't see she was there. As Willow massaged Joe, Jen's training from the Penn State class and her job at the St. Regis kicked in. Willow's movements were close to what she already knew, techniques to focus and channel the body's energy and inner spirit in positive ways. Jen knew these techniques were based on Chinese Medicine, Ayurvedic Medicine from India, from healing techniques used by Buddhist monks and nuns from Thailand and Tibet, Mexican Folk Medicine, and Native American Folk Medicine.
Despite her analytic study of Willow's technique, Jen couldn't help noticing Joe's body. He was practically naked after all! (Just a folded towel over his mid-section). Joe had a really nice body. Muscular arms and legs, well defined chest, a washboard abdomen. In the past, more than once she'd seen Joe in a bathing suit, he was thin (like a runner) but not muscular. Where had this hunky physique come from?
"Do you think you can do it?" Willow asked in the living room a little later.
"I think so," Jen said tentatively. She still felt uncomfortable about giving her brother-in-law a full body massage.
Willow read her mind. "Joe's holistic treatment depends on positive energy, that's critical," the gypsy said. "You know Joe, you're family, he trusts you."
"I can do it," Jen said just a little less reluctantly.
"Excellent," Willow said. "I'll text you when we need you." Then the gypsy woman left.
Joe came out a little later, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Jen made him a simple dinner. They laughed and talked, and even smoked a little of the cannabis extract with the e-sig. Soon they were both feeling no pain!
"How are you and Mike?" Joe asked.
"Better," Jen said continuing their story. "I think we're getting back together. I'm meeting him at Penn State this weekend."
"That's great," Joe said. "You've worked out your issues?"
"I think so," Jen said. Feeling high from the pot, she got into a self-reflective mood. "Mike's complicated. And I guess I'm kinda insecure sometimes."
"You're insecure?" Joe asked shocked. How could someone as beautiful and bubbly as Jen be insecure?
Jen giggled. "Can I have some more of that?" she asked reaching for the e-sig. If they were going to talk about this she needed another hit!
"I know this'll sound terrible," Jen began, feeling relaxed and less inhibited by the weed. "I like being hot. I like being desirable. I'm afraid I won't always be that way. And I worry what Mike will think of me when I'm not pretty anymore."
"Jesus Jen, what are you, 27?" Joe said. "You've got a long time before you have to worry about that. Anyway, you'll probably always be hot."
"Everyone gets old," Jen said gloomily. "I'll have babies. It happens to every girl. I'm afraid of that day, when I'm not pretty anymore. When men don't look at me." Looking embarrassed she said "I know that sounds so petty."
Joe shook his head. How could a girl as beautiful as Jen worry about this? She'd always be superhot. "You don't talk to Mike about this?" he asked.
"No, not this," Jen said looking off into the distance. It was hard to talk to Mike about some things.
"Well, thanks for sharing with me," Joe said flattered. "Don't worry, I won't mention this to Mike."
"Thanks," Jen said, and they smiled at each other, two people sharing in a secret.
Mike went into an internet café at the Heathrow airport, just before boarding his plane to State College (via New Jersey). He rented a computer for 10 minutes and hacked into Sapphire. He navigated to the "Liberty" routines, the ones the government installed to spy on people who invested using the new Sapphire (including innocent Americans). The government still had not activated Liberty. Mike knew it was a matter of time. He decided that would be the last time he'd hack into Sapphire.
At the CATF in Northern Virginia, Colonel Banks studied the report of Mike's most recent hack in. Once again, all he did was look.
"Your orders Colonel?" Trent said, Colonel Bank's Chief of Staff.
"Activate Liberty," Colonel Banks ordered, glaring into the report. "And continue 24/7 watch on Andrews." He was going to nail that mother fucker!
It was Thursday night, Jen and Drums's last evening together. They had a quiet dinner at the Bronx apartment (Drums made dinner!). After dinner they held each other on the sofa. Their mood was melancholy.
"You're really amazing," Drums said stroking Jen's long blonde hair.
"You are too mister," Jen said hugging him tighter.
"I hope I've been a good boyfriend," he joked, melancholy in his eyes.
"You have Frankie," she assured him, looking into his eyes as she stroked his chest.
"I really wish we'd dated in college," Drums said kissing the top of her head. "Jen I think I -."
"Don't go there Frankie okay?" Jen said gently putting her finger on his lips. "It's been really special with you. But now I have to go back to my life."
They made love later that night. And it was making love, gentle and heartfelt with a lot of touching, kissing and emotion.
They flew together to Penn State. They held hands all during the flight.
Mike met them at the airport. He'd arrived the day before and mostly rested and slept to get over jet lag.
Mike and Drums shook hands, both of them looking wary. Their relationship had definitely changed.
Mike turned to give Jen a big hug and kiss but she stepped away. "I'm still Frankie's girlfriend until tomorrow," she said smiling teasingly at him. "Can you carry my bag though?"
Mike followed Jen and Drums out of the airport, rolling Jen's bag behind him. His head spun with cuckold lust as he watched them. Jen's arm was in Drums' and she leaned affectionately into him. They looked so familiar with each other, like a loving couple. Mike's cock was ready to burst and the weekend hadn't even started.
They got 2 separate rooms in a hotel outside State College (they were staying outside because Jen and Mike didn't want to run into people they knew). In the elevator Jen and Drums got off on the 4th floor. "See you later Mike," Jen said as she and Drums walked to their room, holding hands.
Mike continued to the 7th floor. Inside his room he felt a wave of depression wash over him. It felt overwhelming, the jealousy, angst, loneliness. He was rock hard and lustful, true. But he so missed Jen! For weeks their only contact had been phone calls, and brief ones. When was the last time they had sex? When was the last time they hugged and held hands like a couple? Weeks!
Mike had known this was what he'd be in for, and he wanted this, when he came up with the idea of Jen dating Drums exclusively, living with him. When he was away from Jen - in London while she was in New York - he could handle it better. But to be at the same place, to be standing next to each other in the airport after being apart so long, and to only get a brief "friends" hug was too much! And now he had to spend the entire weekend watching while other men fucked her! It was too much, he wouldn't be able to handle it!
Inside their room, Drums pulled Jen to him and kissed her. Their kissing turned passionate and Drums began fondling Jen's body.
She pulled away when he started to undress her. "No Frankie," she said. She giggled. "I've got a big night ahead of me."
"Let's get started now," he said grinning at her. "I know you, if we fuck now it'll get you more horny for later."
"Yeah well ..." Jen said with a laugh. Frankie was right, the more sex she got the more she wanted, she was like a nympho. But when he reached for her she pulled away again.
"No Frankie, last night was our last time," she said.
"Oh," he said suddenly sad, the finality hitting him.
Jen gently brushed her hand across his cheek. She hugged him and said "You're a really great guy Frankie. You're going to make a lucky girl really happy someday."
Jen left Drums and took the elevator to the 7th floor. She rolled her suitcase to Mike's room.
She knocked and Mike opened the door. "Hi," she said.
"Hi" Mike said.
Seeing her was like the clouds parting and seeing the sun for the first time. He urgently reached for her and she melted into him. Mike hugged Jen tight, not wanting to let her go ever again. All was right in the world again!
They got into bed and snuggled and kissed a long time. It wasn't sexual, it was love. They both needed to reconnect.
"Can I have my rings?" Jen said.
Mike immediately took them out of his pocket. Jen held out her left hand and Mike slipped on her wedding and engagement rings. Then he slid the Sophia ring back on her right hand.
"I'm never taking them off again," she said. It was a promise to Mike, but also she had no desire to take them off again.
They held each other for a long time. Eventually Mike asked "So you liked being Drums's girlfriend?"
"Um ... it didn't suck," she joked. They laughed.
"Tell me," Mike grinned.
Now that Mike had gotten his "Jen Fix," Jen could tell he wanted to play. But they had the rest of their lives for pillow talk about her time with Frankie. And they still had tonight and tomorrow to play.
"I'll tell you later," Jen promised. "First I want this." She squeezed Mike's cock. She wanted her husband inside her! She reached for a condom.
Mike put his hand over Jen's. "I want you too," he said. "You wouldn't believe how much I want you!" he added with a lustful grin. "But maybe I shouldn't be inside you this weekend."
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