â€œHome, sweet, home,â€ I say, entering my apartment. I walk to the bedroom to shed my suit. I throw on black silk lounge pants, no shirt. Iâ€™m starving, so I get to the kitchen to make my dinner. Itâ€™s almost ready when my phone rings. I look to see who it is and smile answering it, â€œHey, beautiful.â€
â€œHow are you, Stud? Are you home?â€ Jules asks.
â€œIâ€™m here. You stopping by?â€
â€œI thought I might. You okay with that?â€
â€œMore than okayâ€¦I insist. Are you hungry?â€ I ask.
â€œFor food or for you?â€ she asks, teasing me.
â€œBoth, actually,â€ I growl.
â€œI would like both if youâ€™re offering.â€
â€œI am, so hurry. Bye.â€
â€œBye.â€ I quickly look around my apartment making sure it looks good, for my Jules. Then I go back to the kitchen and get another piece of chicken out of the fridge for her.
Jules is my one long-term relationship. We have had an, on-again-off-again friend-with-sexual-benefits understanding, for about six years. Jules is in town once or twice a month, and when she is, she usually spends the night with me. We have an understanding, similar needs and a long-standing deal. We both want multiple orgasms. We both know itâ€™s just great sex. If one of us is in a relationship, itâ€™s no hard feelings, call me if you need me. She is uncomplicated and very easy to love. The fact that sheâ€™s gorgeous, with a rocking body, doesnâ€™t hurt.
I called her five days after Cindy left me. Jules helped me out. I was beaten, insecure and just a plain mess. Jules is like a balm. With her arms and legs wrapped around me, who needs a fucking therapist? When Jules has an orgasmâ€¦you feel it and it is fucking amazing!
My doorbell rings a few minutes later. I answer it with a huge grin knowing that I am wearing exactly what she wants to see. I swing the door open wide. Jules throws her bag in past my feet, and hops into my arms, running a hand down my chest, and pants breathlessly, â€œDo we have to eat first?â€
â€œNo.â€ I slam the door shut and head for the bedroom. I race to the bed carrying Jules like a bride over the threshold. I place her on the bed carefully, not wanting to treat her roughly. Jules is a gift to me, and I treat her as such.
Kissing her, I begin to unbutton her blouse, pulling it free from her skirt. She sits up so I can remove her blouse and unclasp her bra to liberate her beautiful breasts. She moves her hands around to unzip her skirt. This movement makes her breasts jut out further. Everything inside me begins to buzz as my thumbs instinctively rub her nipples. â€œLike that?â€ She breathes with the sexy kitten voice she uses in bed with me.
â€œYou know I do. But the question isâ€¦do you like this?â€ Iâ€™m moving my lips and tongue to mimic the movement of my thumbs. I smile as I hear her moan.
She grabs the waistband of my pants and slides them down. I pop out right at eye level. She looks up through her eyelashes at me and smiles. â€œI know I tell you every time, baby, but some things are worth repeating. Just looking at you makes me hungry and wet. Your body turns me on like no other ever has and I doubt ever will.â€
She wraps her small hand around my shaft and takes me into her pretty mouth. Jules lavishes her tongue and lips on me as I grew harder and harder. I feel the tip hit the back of her throat as I stare down at her through half-closed eyes. She has such a giving look on her face. So much so, I almost lose my control. â€œStop, baby. I donâ€™t want to come just yet.â€
â€œWhy not?â€ She pulls away to speak.
â€œI want to taste you first.â€ I lift her chin with my fingers. I kiss her, sweeping my tongue around hers, showing her what I intend to do with it, in her folds. She moans again, and I feel the vibrations run through me. I can taste my own juices on her skilled tongue.
My Jules lies back on the bed, lifting her hips to shimmy out of her skirt and panties. She gives my cock a few more jerks and a quick kiss, keeping me hard. I open her legs, and place them over my shoulders, giving me a deep lingering breath of her aroma. A spicy floral mixed with her own sexy scent, fills my nose and lungs. Nowhere in the world, does such an arousing mixture exist, except between this womanâ€™s thighs.
I part her and run my nose along her length so I can appreciate what I am about to taste. I spread her wide so I can reach her inner core. My left hand reaches for her breast to knead and fondle. Then I lick her, from bottom to top, as she writhes under my tongue.
I make love to her with my fingers, lips and mouth. Giving to her all that she gave to me, so many times before. I watch her as I take her tender flesh into my mouth. I am so hard; I think I might cum from the friction of the bed against me. I try to concentrate on her pleasure, to halt my own. When I feel her clit begin to spasm, I grind my fingers upward inside her hoping to add a more intense orgasm. My Jules bucks upward so quickly, I nearly bit her. â€œGavin!â€ she is screaming, holding my head to her tightly.
She releases me and sits up breathless, staring at me. â€œWas it good?â€ I ask smiling. I know it was, because no woman cums like my Jules. Itâ€™s like watching an atom split. But I want her to say it.
â€œSo good. I felt it from my toes to my jaw. Letâ€™s do that again!â€ she says, with a chuckle.
Later, when I come inside her, I again feel that same atom split for me. She grabs my ass and squeezes as she shudders beneath me. Her eyebrows knit together as if in pain before softening into the happy smile I am so used to seeing. She kisses me deeply, and we taste each other in our mingling of tongues. I push in as hard and deep as I can and empty myself in her, feeling that same shudder pass through me. I collapse on her and then quickly turned over with her, so she can rest on me.
Happy and satiated, with Julesâ€™ head on my chest, her fingers still playing with my nipple, I ask, â€œHaving fun?â€
â€œYes I am, if you must know. Cindy was crazy to leave you. You keep getting better with age.â€
â€œThe age thing hurt. Iâ€™ll be thirty in a few months, you know.â€ I continue stroking her back with my fingers. â€œShe was here a few days ago.â€
â€œReally,â€ she replies, picking her head up to look at me. â€œWhat did she want?â€
â€œShe said to talk. I made her dinner; we talked about family, friends and work. I got up to clear the table and do the dishes and she stripped and lay on the couch.â€
â€œAnd, then?â€ Jules said with an eyebrow lifted.
â€œI came back in the room. I was locked and loaded but I didnâ€™t shoot. I asked her to get dressed and go. I went in the bathroom, calmed down, and when I came out, she was dressed.â€ I scrub my face with my free hand. The memory of the whole thing still bothers me.
â€œShe left? Are you sure that is what you wanted her to do?â€
â€œI canâ€™t trust her with my heart. I canâ€™t do what you and I do, with her. If I let her in, Iâ€™m still what I am and she still doesnâ€™t want it, so whatâ€™s the point in trying?â€
â€œPurely from my point of view.â€ Sheâ€™s cupping my balls with her hand, she continues, â€œIâ€™m thrilled she canâ€™t hack it. Her loss is my delightful gain.â€
After another go-round, I get up to try to resurrect our dried-out chicken and rice dinner. I add some chicken stock to the rice and reheat it. I microwave the asparagus and broccoli and place the chicken on the grill to warm it. Jules comes up behind me and hugs me. She says, â€œDo I have time for a shower?â€
â€œNo. I reheated it. If you donâ€™t eat it now I might as well throw it out. Besides, I like you smelling like sex and me. Itâ€™s a great combo.â€
â€œYouâ€™re incorrigible, and I love it. My one constant, Gavin. My lover and friend.â€
â€œWhy hasnâ€™t some great guy taken you off the market, Jules? Donâ€™t you even try?â€
â€œYou trying to get rid of me?â€ she asks. I walk to her and with my thumb, I peak her nipple.
â€œNot a chance. I just want what is best for you. I want you taken care of. You are too much of a woman to not be fucked regularly.â€
â€œWell Karnack, how do you know that Iâ€™m not?â€
â€œDarling, you donâ€™t feel what I do. Youâ€™re tight and greedy. Iâ€™m not complaining, but if youâ€™re on a regular diet, he must be a pin-head.â€
â€œYou are a bad man, Gavin. I like the tight, but the greedy bothers me. But you are right, there isnâ€™t anyone else fucking me. You and I are so similar. I date someone and give him my schedule. Iâ€™m home for a few days and then gone for a few weeks. Byeâ€¦they are out the door fast.â€
â€œIn their defense, if you were mine I would want you every night in my bed and under me. The thought of you gone for weeks would kill me. So how about a new job?â€ I wonder. Jules walks away from me. I bring her plate and mine to the table. I place hers in front of her and ask, â€œWell?â€
â€œIt looks great, Gavin. Great in bed and a good cook. Why are you still on the market?â€
â€œGood deflection, you forget what I do for a living. I asked you a question first.â€
â€œI like my job. I travel the country and even the world. There is a man with the company that has the same schedule I have. He is happily married and has two kids. He is home for a few days, and then gone. Everyone says what a good provider he is, as well as a great husband and father. The difference is he has a penis, and I have a vagina. My vagina should be home, and his penis can come and go, pardon the pun, as it pleases.â€
â€œYouâ€™re right, and I should keep my opinions to myself,â€ I murmur as I take a forkful of rice. We finish eating and she helps me clean up.
She turns to me, â€œThat was so good, Gavin. I think Iâ€™ll take that shower now.â€
â€œMind if I join you?â€
â€œAm I getting clean or dirty?â€
â€œDirty first, and then clean!â€ I tease. She jumps and claps her hands. She grabs my hand and pulls me quickly down the hall.
I kiss Jules good-bye at the door. I remind her, â€œDonâ€™t forget to come back. And remember; if you need me call me, anytime.â€
â€œAnd if youâ€™re in California you better call me. I love you, Stud.â€
â€œI love you too, Baby.â€ I stand watching her walk to the elevator. I wave as she gets in.
I look at the clock in the kitchen. I have to get going; I have to meet Lou at the T in an hour. As I walk back to my bedroom, I can smell Jules everywhere. I decide to strip my bed and throw the sheets in the wash. If I get in a bed that smells like her, Iâ€™ll have a hard-on all night.
With all of my sexual tensions released, I greet Lou with a smile and a cup of coffee. I grin, â€œGood morning Lou. Did you have a nice evening?â€
â€œI did, and you got laid last night.â€
â€œAnd what makes you say that?â€ I stare at her with cordiality.
â€œDeductive reasoning. First, youâ€™re in an exceptionally good mood. Second, you are wearing cologne. That tells me you are trying to hide the smell of hard sex even though you have had a shower.â€
â€œYou can smell hard sex even after a shower?â€ Iâ€™m seeing her in a completely new light.
â€œInteresting. If we need a blood hound, I guess youâ€™re our girl.â€
â€œYouâ€™re not going to tell me?â€ she says slightly louder.
â€œMy sex life, or lack thereof, is not on our talk time unless it is sex with you. Since we have already established that as â€˜not happeningâ€™ several times, I might add, I guess we have nothing to discuss. Right?â€
â€œAnd then itâ€™s over.â€
â€œYouâ€™re I got laid good mood,â€ she jokes with an irritating grin. She makes me laugh.
â€œYeah, itâ€™s back!â€ she says.
â€œStop breaking my balls, Lou. Iâ€™ve got a bad guy to catch.â€
We ride the green line to BU, once again with Lou making friends. I leave Lou with a registrar going over the faces of the six men that Edenâ€™s family didnâ€™t know. We need names to go with the faces and this is a good place to start.
I get Bradâ€™s class list and go to find him. Brad is in Medieval History, fascinating. I knock and walk in. Itâ€™s a lecture hall and Brad is in the seventh row on the end. I walk to the professor and as quietly as I can, say, â€œI need Bradley Morris.â€ I show him my badge.
â€œOf course. Mr. Morris, someone to see you,â€ he announces. Brad gets up and heads towards me. I nod in the direction of the door and he follows me out. Once outside I introduce myself, â€œMy name is McLean. Detective Gavin McLean, homicide.â€
â€œAm I in some kind of trouble?â€ He is obviously nervous.
â€œHave you done something wrong?â€ I size him up. Heâ€™s just a scared college kid. I already know from one minute with him, heâ€™s not our guy. Still, I go through the motions.
â€œLots, but Iâ€™m not going to say without a lawyer.â€
â€œWow, youâ€™re about forty-five steps ahead of me, Brad. What do you say to us finding an empty class and just having a talk about dancing at Royale?â€