Jim & His Girls 4: Reality Check, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-10-17. Times viewed: 4459.
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Lying in bed, Jim smiled at the ceiling.
I haven’t had a wet dream in a couple years and judging by the amount of come in my boxers it was quite the night.
A little conditioner in the shower lead to a conscious orgasm, hoping he’d purged the naughty of his dreams. He was worried he’d giggle like a little girl when he saw Peta and Rachel at work.
His whole commute the two nude visions danced in his head. Well, not danced but writhed, begged and came.
Oh fucking hell I’m in trouble. My face fucking hurts from smiling.
He chuckled aloud, startling himself.
Fucking hell I am in huge trouble.
Ducking into the workplace he did his best to avoid the girls- but there they were. Fresh and sparkling with morning showers and recent coiffing. Humming with coffee laced energy and the excitement of the weekend ahead.
“Hi Jim,” Rachel said as he passed. Jim felt himself blush, the big dopey grin on his face no matter how many times he imagined a slime covered Margaret Thatcher eating a plate of snails and dirt.
“Uh, hey. Hi. Hi you guys. Hey.” The two girls giggled at him, smiling at the nice guy.
Peta gently grasped his arm, stopping him. “Something wrong Jim?” Peta’s eyes dug deeper than her tone did. “Hmmm?” She swung her head to face him head on, her hair smelled faintly like mandarin oranges. “You’re blushing Jim. Oh!” She inhaled, “You’re so cute.”
“He is cute,” Rachel said as if it was obvious. Her eyes were also saying something else.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned as he laughed, “just feeling a little..off this morning.”
Peta tapped his chest with her finger, “Looks like someone had more fun than we did last night.” Jim laughed loud making them giggle. “Oh Jim.” Her eyes narrowed, “You and me should-“
Rachel butted in, “Jim, would you go to lunch with me today? I’ve been wanting to ask you something.” She looked at Peta, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt but..”
Peta gave a smirk. She knew she was better built than Rachel, that men usually preferred her over others. “No, go ahead,” she eyed Jim who stood there in shock. A salacious smile turned her lips, “I’ll talk to Jim tonight. Have any plans tonight Jimmy?”
No way. No fucking way. Did they just have a tiff over me? A pissing contest over me?
Looking at one and then the other he couldn’t believe his eyes. Peta oozed with confidence whereas Rachel looked anxious.
Play it cool. Play it cool you dumb arse. You fucking lucky arsehole. Breathe!
Forcing myself to sound steady, I said, “You know, I have a working lunch date,” such a fucking liar, “and a date tonight,” HUGE fucking liar, “but you know what?” They waited. Waited on the edge- they were playing it cool but girls usually had a tough time doing that. Jim smiled, a wave of calm loosening his shoulders, he shrugged and gave his charming grin. “Things can be moved. Cancelled. Rachel, lunch with you. I’m taking you to this place I know that has homemade bread. Delicious.” She tried to smother her beaming smile. “One o’clock. You and me.” He looked at Peta who was as still as a rock. “And you, where do you unwind? I don’t like uptight places-“
“I know the perfect place. A blues bar.” Eyes wide, she hoped I approved.
“Excellent.” Wow. That sounded like the imaginary Heathcliff. “I love live music.”
“Do you like to dance?”
No. Not by a fucking long shot but.. “I’m sure you could make my hips sway in the right direction.” Then it happened. Both women looked at me like they had never seen me before. Even better- they wanted to see more. “Did you want to meet there or have me pick you up?”
“Um. I’d like to go home and change into something..change my clothes.” She purred, “I don’t think what I’m wearing now is very sexy.”
Wanting to make my point, I looked at her feet and slowly raised my eyes up her body. Then I held her eyes with mine and said flatly, “Anything touching your skin would be sexy.” As they inhaled, I said, “Drop me a note with your address and the time you’d like to see me. I’ve got to get to work ladies.”
Casually turning away, I walked as calmly as I could. I aimed for strolling but giddy was too prevalent in my limbs.
I can’t fucking believe it. A dream- a fucking dream about fucking and then two dates? Oh there is good karma and I’ve hit the jackpot.
All morning the smile was fought. The aim for casual was worse than fighting the screaming hard on in my trousers. Work was also difficult to manage- but I did it. The girls passed by, giving sly glances. Peta’s lingered and were smoking whereas Rachel’s were shy and sweet. Had both known I was throbbing, they’d have laughed.
One o’clock finally arrived and I calmed myself as I sought Rachel. She was coming out of the ladies watercloset- she seemed to have spruced herself up. Hair shining, fresh gloss and I detected a whiff of her spicy edged perfume.
“The loveliest lunch date I’ve ever had,” I said as I set my hand on the small of her back. “It’s a few blocks and it’s a nice day. Would you like to walk?” She nodded, her hands clutching her purse. The sun was out, a rarity. I asked her about her job, if she was thinking about school. She chatted, keeping her sentences mercifully short.
We ordered and waited for our food. An awkward pause suddenly loomed. “Jim?”
“How come you’ve never asked any of the girls out at work?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Don’t usually like to mix business with,” I smiled and paused, “pleasure. Why do you ask?” I could see why she asked. It was plain across her face. “Have you been waiting for me to ask?” She nodded, unable to stop smiling. “And now I have. How does that make you feel?” I played it cool and waited while she collected herself.
“Glad is good,” I touched the back of her hand sitting on the table, “Had I known you’d be so receptive we’d have done this long ago.”
The waitress brought glasses of water. I picked one up and sipped it, not a care in the world- or so I tried to pretend. “I think you and I would have had quite the thing going by now.” Her pupils enlarged, revealing her dirty thought. “Maybe one day I’ll follow you into the ladies watercloset.”
“Jim!” Her pink mouth squealed, “You’re so bad! You naughty, naughty man!” The giggle and blushing said she liked the idea. Maybe it had niggled the corner of her mind a time or two.
“It’s just sex Rachel. Doesn’t have to mean anything else. Just some fun.”
What the fuck did I just say? Holy shite on roof shingles. I woke up as Mr. Slick! Fucking hell! Hell- look at her face- she’s thinking about it! Actually thinking about it!
Jim swallowed the maniacal laugh that was bubbling up. He had to keep his cool, seem nonchalant. He chanted: Nonchalant. Nonchalant. Nonchalant. Non-fucking-chalant.
His cock was chanting: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stick me in her somewhere! Her mouth! Her mouth would work! Fuck! Even her hand!
Rachel read his cock’s mind. She leaned forward and as she whispered, “Just some come fun?” She touched the swollen part of his trousers.
The cool left, Jim jumped and then let out a quiet laugh. “Oh, you devilish girl. Let’s eat first.”
“I can eat with one hand.” She was rubbing over the pre-cum spouting tip. Jim knew if he looked down there would soon be a wet spot. Rachel moved to the chair next to him, her right hand in his lap, her back to most of the restaurant. “I can eat all sorts of things. Whole.”
Blank. Jim was blank. And hard. Barely breathing. Blank.
“Here we are,” the waitress said chipperly as she set their food in front of them. “Anything else?”
Rachel smiled and shook her head, her hand squeezing the pulsing knob. “Eat Jim. You’ll need your strength. I know the perfect place to take you.”
Cool. I’m supposed to be cool. How the hell can I be cool when my tool is gonging so hard? Can other people hear it? Fuck.
“Eat Jim. Then you’ll be my dessert.” Rachel began to consume her sandwich while she stared at him. He was still blank. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Had a busy night. Hope I can come for you.”
“Jim! You naughty, naughty, bad man. Were you out last night?” He nodded. “Anyone I know?” Jim chuckled to himself. “Is it?”
“There were three of them. I’m still a little tired.”
“Three!?” He nodded at her gaping expression. “You must be tired!”
Immortality was being birthed. Jim felt his sense of self worth swelling to equal the density of his rod. “Yeah. Long night. Worth every moment.”
“Local girls?” He nodded. “Anyone I know?”
“Yeah but I don’t fuck and tell. Do you?”
She shook her head and then stopped, “Yeah, I sometimes tell my girlfriend.”
Jim took a bite of his sandwich, it was time to act normal. Getting a blow job was supposed to be low key after having three women. “Would you mind keeping us quiet? I don’t like hassle.”
“Sure. Sure thing. I can- I won’t tell her your name.”
They ate lunch, Jim watching their food dwindle as he forced a discussion about her hobbies. Food gone, drinks done, he paid the waitress and when Rachel returned from the loo, he slid his arm around her waist and tried not to stare at the cleavage she had plumped up under his nose.
“Where to miss?”
“My roommate’s car. She works around the corner from here.” A four door Nissan with dark tinted windows in an empty lot. Perfect. She had a spare key and opened the back door. “Get in.”
She’s going to suck me. Fucking hell.
Jim got in the back seat and waited for her. She followed and locked the doors, thankfully the windscreen faced a wall- no chance of anyone peeking not that he cared.
No kissing, she went right for his pants. Belt undone, she was breathing a little hard undoing the zipper.
She pulled out his cock, the tip shining with pre-cum. “Mmm,” she said, “Hope you like it.”
Oh girl as long as your mouth- FUCK!
Rachel swallowed it whole. No gag, no hesitation- gone into her gullet. A wet sound made his toes curl.
Rachel is sucking me. Hold on boy. Don’t blow it yet. Hold on.
Doing her damndest to impress him, Rachel was a sucking, licking and flicking fool.
Visions of maggot filled burritos and his neighbor eating dog shite did nothing to curb what was about to happen. Instead of fighting, Jim watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth, as her hand smoothed his balls.
“Rachel,” he gasped. His hands held her head pressed to his lap, he fucked her face, his knob catching on her uvula and making the most arousing suction noise he had ever heard. She let him reign- there was no fight from her. Jim blew and she swallowed. What slipped down and out was eagerly licked up. He was stroking her hair in shock that he had just got head.
Wake up! Get out of the come coma Jim! Don’t leave her like that.
Smiling at her while she put him away with kisses, he said, “And now for you miss.” Knowing big girls want the same things as little ones- Jim flexed his muscles and lifted her to the seat to straddle him. “May I?” He flirted, his hand on the buttons of her blouse. She nodded and he gave a playful groan, “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to hold these?” She shook her head. “Every time I see them luv, every fucking time.” Rachel giggled as he tickled the plum colored bumps, “Even better than I thought. Lovely Rachel. Abso-fucking-lutely lovely.” No more talking, he fondled her humps with his mouth while he was undoing her trousers.
“Oh Jim I didn’t know you-“
He chuckled and slipped his fingers into her knickers, finding a puffy triangle of pussy. “Now you do luv, now you do.” Rubbing her clit, he would randomly slide a finger around the edge of her opening but never in. Today was a tease- he’d make her come but make her come back for more. She was trying to shove him inside her but he pinched her clit making her gasp. Fingers and tongue rubbing and squeezing- Jim felt his cock rising from the dead. He intensified the pressure on her pussy.
“You like this Rachel? You like me touching you like that?” Her arms around his head, she moaned her answer. “I’m going to give you a small orgasms girl. To tide you over until next time. Until I can fuck you.” She groaned loud. Jim pushed the bounds. “How do you like it Rachel? Reverse cowgirl? Fuck me like a piece of meat? A toy? Or do you-“ she cried out, her orgasms nearing because of his inquiries, “want to be fucked like a bitch? Bent over with me riding you? Or maybe-“
“God!” She croaked as came, her body shaking on his hand. He pet her pussy, calming her as he lightly kissed her breasts.
“Mmmmm Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, that was a great lunch date.”
She giggled and he pulled his hand from her pants. As she fastened them he put her tits away with more kisses, bidding them a “Farewell for now.” He buttoned her up then rubbed her hips. She was smiling at him, a curious look on her face. “Do you have a question miss?”
“No. Not a question. Just wishing we had started this awhile ago. This could be a habit.”
“I like your thinking Rachel. I like your sucking too.” She laughed, “And you.” He leaned in and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. A little more than a friend but not the passion of love. A fuck buddy in the making.
The talk on the way back was light and easy. Before they got to work he squeezed her waist, “Our secret.” She nodded and smiled. “Lunch two weeks from today?” She nodded. Jim was proud he said two weeks- he wanted to say ‘Lunch everyday with sex for dessert?’ But he was cool.
Peta eyed them coming in- seeing content smiles on their faces, a little color in their cheeks. She made a beeline for him making Rachel unhappy.
Treat a queen like a whore and a whore like a queen. In this case, treat Rachel sweetly and Peta harshly.
He patted Rachel’s shoulder and started walking to the watercloset. Peta was on his heels.
“Jim,” she treid to be laid back, it came out uncertain.
“Oh,” he turned around, “hey Peta. How was lunch?”
“How was yours?”
Jim gave a demure smile, “Rachel’s a lovely girl. We, or at least, I had a great time. I’d like to think she enjoyed her time with me.”
“So uh,” hands resting on her arse, she twisted her torso back and forth a little, “what time did you want to come by my place?”
Jim raised his brows in a manner he thought would please Heatcliff. You need to follow directions miss. “Did you leave a note on my desk?”
“Erm, not yet. Just wanted to know what time would work for you.” She was uneasy, Jim liked it. Confidence was good but arrogance wasn’t. A fine line.
Jim walked away, talking over his shoulder, “Anytime luv. You just drop a note when you get a chance.”
Slick. So slick. I wonder if her twat is as slick as the tip of my cock. That fucking thing is drooling like a numb toothless dental patient.
Fifteen minutes later Peta casually slipped a piece of paper into his pocket. He smiled and kept walking. Forcing himself to not look at it for an hour. As soon as the second hand hit the sixty mark he took it out.
2384 Madison, flat C at 7.
Learning not to smile, not be smug when I was so fucking giddy was difficult. A new muscle was beating and old one into submission. But a little soreness in the face was well worth the payoff. All day the two ladies glanced at me every chance. My peripheral vision got a helluva workout too.
After work I made certain to wink at Rachel bringing a rush of red to her face and a silent giggle. Peta gave me a smirk and I gave her a nod and a tight lipped smile.
To be continued…
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