1 comments/ 16136 views/ 0 favorites I'll Be Around Ch. 01 By: Rockwell Jack and Jill grow and make it out like minks. In the Wheatfield’s house in suburban San Francisco, USA, year 1967, there lived a Swedish exchange student named Jill Olson. She’s 19, extremely beautiful that back in her country someone said that her natural beauty could make a blind man see again. But though most of the teenagers at that time were gravitated to that hippie culture, she for one didn’t seem to go for it for she disliked mind-bending drugs but liked spontaneity, The Beatles, The Doors, the companion of guys, modern thinking, and sexual freedom. Most of all she wanted to become a psychologist. For the past two weeks eversince school started in Golden Gate College, Jill was having a crush on a lad next to the Wheatfield’s house. His name was Jack Meoff, a college student majoring in Business Administration in the same school. Though he smoked pot occasionally he was not deep into the ‘hippie’ thing either. He was just merely staying in the fringes watching those barefooted, braless hippie girls wearing flowers in their hair, and beads along with their folksy clothes. He had only been once in one of their rallies listening to their chants crying out for world peace. What he disliked about them is their seemingly vague and senseless direction. Jack had the kind of naturally dark curly hair that girls would love to run their fingers through. It didn’t hurt one bit that he was also tall, charming in a way and had a lean athletic built. Jill was dying to meet him. Every morning she would peer out the window to spy on him. She once had waved at him when his glance met hers and both knew that their attraction was hot. They both entertained the thought that they would hook up with each other one way or another, sooner or later. One Sunday morning, Jill saw him from her window talking to his father outside their four-car garage. His dad was asking him to clean his cherished 1953 Buick Roadster 8. Earlier, Jill saw Jack’s mom left and now his father was leaving too. That meant Jack would be left in the house. The Wheatfields, Mary, and Joseph together with their two little daughters had gone to visit Mary’s parents and so she was left alone with just the maid named Concordia. Just when she left the window, Jack glanced up and missed seeing her. Suddenly Jill popped into his mind and pushed Nicole Sinclair away from his thoughts. Nicole was a law student from another school that Jack was dating. He’d be seeing her that afternoon and that made him feel good. He thought of his plans about her as he walked into the garage and drove out the bean gray Buick o the gravel drive. Jill took a shower and glanced at her naked body in the mirror. Her curves delighted her as she applied lotion to moisturize her almost bronzed-like skin. Pulling on her Rudi Gernreich lingerie, she thought no man alive could look into those delightful curves and not have a solid hard on. Wearing casual body-hugging shorts and top, she scurried downstairs and talked to Concordia telling her that she’d like to meet the young Meoff next door. Though she was undeniably sexy, Jill still carried that wholesome girl next door image that most guys were crazy about. Concordia wowed at her and predicted Jack would fall head over heels for her. Jill loved compliments and patted Concordia affectionately on the back. She knew how to flirt with guys especially if she so desired. Since high school she’s been with a number of guys and went to as far as almost going all the way. She maintained that ‘almost thing’ but now she wanna get laid real good. No more ‘almost’ but all the way for her sake. After her little chitchat with Concordia, she gulped her orange juice and set off to the garden. She climbed a tree and sat on a sturdy branch that overlooked well to the Meoffs’ house. Jack was going about to clean the car as Jill settled in a striking pose leaning against the trunk. She watched Jack got inside the car and switched on the radio. The perky rock ditty “I Think We’re Alone Now” by Tommy James & The Shondells came on and what a jive music it was for the occasion. Jack was wearing a sleeveless multihued shirtjack with cut off denim jeans and Vanguard slip-ons and Jill thought he’s cute. She waited till she was full of confidence and began to intone her presence. “Morning handsome neighbor!” He shot a wild unbelieving look when he turned his glance at the stunning figure perched on the tree branch. He recalled Hedy Lamarr in that seductive scene from Cecil B. de Mille’s film Samson And Delilah, a scene that had been ingrained in his mind since childhood. “Beautiful morning it is angel!” Jack answered bewitchingly. “Mind if I lend a helping hand? I looove washing cars,” Jill spoke in her foreign accent, smoothing her palms over her limbs. “Well, well, well, am I dreamin’ or what?” “I don’t think so. You’re vertical and gloriously awake.” She smiled fiendishly. “Did it hurt?” Jack said, dramatizing concern on his face. “I’m sorry?” “I said did it hurt you falling from above?” Jill rolled her eyes. “Oh I got that…” she chuckled. “Nooo…I didn’t fall from above. I’m just an earthling, like you,” she smiled knowing he was flirting. “Thought you’re an angel taking me off to paradise?” he said teasingly. “I will, if you’ll just help me come down so I can properly introduce myself to you,” Jill replied in her sexy best. “Sure thing, pretty one,” he said striding to the fence. Jill climbed off the branch and stepped on the top of the fence wall. “Ok, jump to me and I’ll catch you,” he said. Jill squealed as she jumped onto his stretched arms sliding her fresh floral-scented body against his hard body. Jack couldn’t believe his luck. He was stunned for a second as he gazed at her emerald-eye beauty. The sensation of her enticing body sliding down against his body woke his dick from slumberland. He thought that he’d preserve the clothes he’s wearing because they touched her body. “Jack Meoff is the name,” he gasped. “Jill Olson. Am I pleased to meet you!” She said cheerfully and they shook hands. “Back home I washed cars to save some money for my school.” “Pretty cool,” he said breaking into his charming grin as he led her to the gravel-paved path where the car was parked. Jack who had been reading Playboy Magazine since he was 12 saw through Jill a centerfold material. “Well, as you Americans would say, ‘Op to it, now. We can’t waste the ‘ole bloody day, can we?” Jill snapped him off his trance. “That’s Irish American I suppose,” he said. “Oh, I just heard that phrase on TV,” she chuckled sweetly. The music from the radio blasted with another hit tune called “You Got What It takes,” by the DC 5. Indeed she got what it takes to set his soul on fire. “All right, I’ll bubble bath the car and you hose it,” she said as she wrung a sponge over a pale of soap and water mix. “Sure,” he said and moved instantly. “What did you do last summer?” She asked gazing at him intently. “Well, I spent my time in a beach in my mother’s little hometown on the Delaware shore and worked there at a bike rental shop,” he replied. “Guess we all work during summer, don’t we?” “Yeah, earning and learning something at the same time,” he said also grinning. “Yeah, you got it,” she said turning her sight on the car’s windshield. “You have baking soda? There are some dried bugs that we have to remove first.” “Baking Soda, good idea. I’ll get it,” he said and scurried to the garage. As she rubbed off the bugs on the windshield, Jack eyeballed the gentle curve of her backbone, firm round ass, and shapely legs courtesy of her skimpy shorts. His imagination ran wild. Jack was relaxed with their conversation. They cultivated silly between-you-and-me conversation, private teases, which easily established rapport between them. Jill’s mother is English so she could speak comfortably with the language and Jack dug her accent. He was natural as a bee buzzing on a flower and she was ready for his sting. Nicole entered Jack’s mind but only for a little while. Jack was more absorbed with Jill’s cheerful and carefree attitude. Standing on the front bumper Jill’s rump was arched as her 5’5” frame was bent forward sweeping the hood. Jack imagined her ass bare and he was like nibbling her thighs up and owee…his vivid imagination could bring him into a fit of seizure if he hadn’t had a good grip of himself. “How’s my cleaning?” she asked. “Terrific.” At last the Buick was cleaned and Jack walked Jill into the garden and out to the elliptical swimming pool. Jill sat on the mosaic tiled, center bench that looked to the pool. “I’ll make you a banana split, would you like that?” Jack offered. “Would you? Gee I love that. Thanks,” she gushed. “Good, relax and enjoy the sun. I’ll be back in a jiffy,” he said and hurried to the house, delighted. “Yeah, the weather is beautiful,” she said glancing skyward and down on the inviting pool. When Jack came back, his jaw dropped. Jill was stripped to the scantiest bikinis he ever saw leaving nothing to imagination. Suddenly he turned like Jell-O and his knee joints became rubbery and the banana split fell off his hands clattering on the pavement. “Oww!” Jill cringed suppressing a laugh. “Jack I must have startled you…I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…ah I got carried away by the pool and the warmth of the sun and I….” Her voice broke off as she was seized by a fit of the giggles. “I’ve never been so clumsy,” he laughed. “I’ll just make another one.” “Oh no. Don’t be too in a hurry. Mind if I take a dip first in your pool?” she asked sweeping her auburn mane to the back to make a pony tail. The itty-bitty white bikinis contrasted amazingly her sun-drenched skin. “Be my guest,” he managed to speak after regaining his composure. Jill dove into the pool gracefully, barely disturbing the water. Jack walked by the deck and switched on the transistor radio perched on another bench. He turned on the dial and found The Zombies dishing out ‘Time Of The Season.” Its gasping beat jived with the breathtaking sight of Jill swimming lap after lap in her awesome miniscule patches of coverings. “Wow, this is history in the making in the life of Jack Meoff,” Jack sighed at the thought. “Jill, I’m just gonna get some towels,” he said and ran back to the house. When he returned his shirt was off and was wearing a sling shot brief that pronounced his impressive bulge and matched her miniscule bikini. He carried a couple of towels and a dark terry robe, which he all placed on the bench. Then he sat Buddha fashion on the center bench and feasted his eyes on the most wonderful view that ever graced their swimming pool. He wondered what would his parents think if they were here. On the side of Jill, it was her turn for her jaw to drop at the sight of his sexy body, slim and perfect muscles without the benefit of gym workout, and with the dream ‘bulge’ that she always ogled on guys. Later she rose from the water, shook her hair, and started wading towards the pool steps. Jack remembered Ursula Andress in Dr. No emerging out of the sea. Her swimsuit clung like second skin on her incredible body. Wet and wild! But Jill’s bikinis were much tinier and so revealing as she pulled them up and emphasized the pouty flesh between her legs. Jill ambled towards him and if he’s father could only see her he would have succumbed to a heart attack. She sat between his legs and wiggled against him. “Oh God, this is cool!” He thought. Jack edged off one leg to accommodate her and cloaked her the terry almost hugging her and rubbing the material against her body to dry. After a while she shrugged off the terry and asked Jack to give her a shoulder massage to which he willingly obliged. Jack kneaded her shoulder muscles and dropped unsolicited kisses over them as his hands ran along her arms and down the top of her thighs. Jill felt good to be held, to be desired by somebody that she wanted too. She placed her hands on each of his spread thighs and stroked them up. It was the hottest signal for Jack to explore her body. Her face turned to him and his lips caught hers. They kissed like it was the most natural thing to do. Innocent kisses, tender and loving, lingering light and soft and then wet and wild when their tongues met. His hands began to explore and work their way up to feel her fulsome breasts. Her nipples poked hard through her thin bra and his fingers had to check them out. His unbelievable luck was the understatement of the year. The feel of her exciting breasts caused his cock to rocket to the moon. Jill shadowed his frisky hands by stroking his thighs and as she pivoted to the right to seek his lips again, her right hand slid across his straining bulge. “Oops sorry,” she whispered. Jack blushed and she smiled understandingly. Jack felt his hard-on grew like a baseball bat. “Hush baby,” he murmured and cuddled her closer. He drew his lips to her and this time he kissed her as if he was trying to steal her breath. The Monkees’ “Daydream Believer’ was playing over the tiny radio and Jack thought that if Jill was a dream, he wouldn’t want to wake up yet. When she broke off the kiss to breathe, Jack spoke, “We’re lucky to have this place all by ourselves.” “Like it’s meant to be huh?” she said coyly. “Hmm, yeah,” he said smiling. “Now what?” Jill asked in a daring tone while half-closing her eyes. “I’d like to go all the way,” he croaked. Jill was in no position to refuse. She liked what had been happening. This was the hottest petting session both had been into on account of the fact that they were alone by themselves. Not to be outdone, Jill rained Jack with ardent kisses leaning him backward to the bench. As she was all over him and going down at him, Jack undid her top at her back and when it came off he reached under and squeezed those delicious balls of bare flesh. Both of them gasped, Jill at his squeezing her breasts and Jack at her palming and kissing his bulge. Jack leaned forward and bent his head to capture her nipples in his lips and when he did so they were immediately sucked and her back arched. After squirting off the stiffy nipples from his mouth, his lips slid up the column of her neck, chin, and then on her lips again. Jill’s hands caressed and stroked his head and cheeks as their lips tangled in frenzy. When his lips shifted back to her valley of cleavage, his right hand slid between her opened legs, reached her bottom and culminated cupping her pussy. Jill was on fire moaning considerably as his middle finger insinuated along the cleft of her pussy through the bikini. ‘Girl You’ll Be A Woman Soon,’ a Neil Diamond hit playing on the radio jived well to Jill’s inclination. The pressure of his touching and kissing lolled Jill down on the cushion, hands resting above her head, palms up. Feeling so seduced at the ways she looked, he rolled on top of her and pressed his longing desire over her soft mound, grinding, gyrating and even humping a little simulating a fuck. He continued kissing her irresistible lips while fondling her B52 bomber shaped breast. She stroked the back of his head as it leaned in to her breasts sucking anew at her nipples. I’ve never touched breasts like these before. He thought privately. They gave him the hardest hard on in his life. Jack paused to examine every contour and slope of her body and she was a smoldering, hot babe burning him with lust. Thanks to her pouty lips, deep stare that Jack was so seduced. He peppered kisses on her body making a labyrinth of tracks down to her concave belly and up a bit to the soft mound between her legs. His hand smoothed over the mound feeling that special touch of the nylon blended fabric against the pubic hair underneath. Jill was stiffened with joy when Jack pushed aside the crotch of her panties. A riot of her silky, luxuriant dark pubic hair greeted him. Tenderly he caressed it like a furry pet with his fingers, fluffing and giving volume to the poor sensual curls that were crushed by her bikini. He played with her curls and fell instantly in love with her pussy. He buried his nose into the dense hair and caught the moisture of her arousal. Jill gasped as his tongue located the furrow of her most secret places. At last Jack had pulled her bikini past her thighs and legs and off her feet. Her hips had lifted off in the process revealing her triangular bush that arced like a dome between her pressing legs. Jack crouched towards her and parted her raised legs and dive-bombed onto her muff. He ate her out like a man starving to food never missing any part of that succulent pussy, so fresh and so juicy. Goose bumps rose upon her sensitive skin and she burned with a wild forbidden yearning she couldn’t describe. His finger joined the fray and probed the source of her juicy arousal. She grasped her breasts to regulate the high-voltage sensation that surged up within her. Sex is so much fun when you have the right partner and also as you grow older, sexy and beautiful, she uttered privately in her thoughts. Jill’s emotion skittered out of control, her head thrashing left, and right and babbles of moans escaped her mouth as Jack licked and lapped her up voraciously. Jack had seen pussies in strip club but this one had of course the closest view. He never did this to the call girl he’d taken once before let anyone of some hippie girls he had before. He knew Jill was very different and wanted to see more of her so she spread her cunt lips and saw the wet way to her heaven. Her girly juice was streaming down from her vulva to her bottom. Jack firmed up his long tongue and wriggled it into the shiny pink vulva and swayed inside touching the walls and everything else that he could feel there. When he slowly pulled out his tongue he had scooped more than a spoonful of juice that eventually drenched his face. He stretched her skin further upward and her clit came out of its hiding. It was like a pink pearl giving him the notion now that he was engaged in pearl diving. He remembered that before he was circumcised at the age of 12, the head of his cock was too sensitive to touch and so he regarded her clit as more like the same and so he ran carefully the tip of his tongue just around it avoiding direct contact. He restored the foreskin of her clit and just mouthed over it, his tongue rolling and massaging along its hardness inside his mouth. He did just a little pressure of sucking and squirting it off in several repetitions until he saw her weeping in bliss, face contorted and moaning incessantly. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jack said and she made a slurred yeah answer like she was about to cry. “Please go on,” she rasped, “I like you’re tongue in there.” “Jill, you’re so delicious, I could do this on and on,” he muttered in between devouring her drooling flesh that bucked against his face. Jack had to press a hand on her belly so he could drill her to the ground with his tormenting tongue. He sipped at her pussy as if he was extracting sweet juice from a sugar cane the only difference was the indescribable taste of her arousal to figure out how the whole thing tasted. But definitely unforgettable and glorious. Her hips squirmed and just when she thought she would climax, he would ease off, then begin again, making her pleasure go on forever, until she could stand no more. “Jack, you are tormenting me. Put your cock inside me,” she whimpered. “Sure baby, I gotta fuck you now or I’ll go insane, “ he said stepping quickly out of his trunks. Jill took a second to admire Jack’s hard chest and abs and wielding his huge cock to plunder her virgin pussy. Up on the bench, he pushed her legs against her body and entered her jerking several times until he was all inside her. He stroked his cock into her like a knife slicing through a papaya. She watched his thickness jerked slowly inside, each thrust digging up wave upon wave of mixed pleasure and pain. Jack shut his eyes tightly as he felt that delicious, warm, velvety tightness gripped his cock as it finally got buried deep inside her. The pleasure mounted as he began his long thrusts and her legs wrapped around his waist tightly. When Jack started quickening his thrusts, his right hand scooped the back of her neck lifting her head so she could see his livid member going smoothly in and out of her, no barrier. Jill gasped with delight as she could see as well and feel the prominent veins of his malehood sliding into her and the friction was mind-boggling. I'll Be Around Ch. 01 Jack groaned and thought of those Latin terms that he saw in Nicole’s notebook. He spelled out the words in his mind and defined their meanings just to bring his excitement several notches down. Jill’s right hand reached behind his neck and pushed it down to her. Jack swooped down on one nipple gave it a few suckling and squeezed it with his right hand sending that buzzing tingle all over her body. And then his lips and tongue merged with hers while grinding his pelvis above her. All that pressure on her clit! Soon Jack plowed into her, fucking her deaf and blind, her boobs churning like an egg beater beating them. “Jack, Oh my god I’m cumming again…” Her voice nearly made Jack explode. Her right hand reached for her pussy and her middle finger made short up and down motion over her engorged clit. Jack saw for the first time how a girl pleasures herself and it drove him even crazier with lust. “Gosh, that’s making me struggle to hold back, cum before me Jill, do it baby,” he groaned tossing his head back concentrating to prolong his stamina. His face contorted in blissful agony and Jill felt she need not to finger her pussy, she was triggered to climax anyhow because of his slamming pubic ridge so she just clutched the end of the mattress past her head on the bench she was lying on until she came. “Oh Jack here it is…YESSSssss…” she hissed and groaned and her pelvis bucked up and for a moment hung on the air, her legs tensed and then convulsed madly underneath Jack. Jack was pushed to burst inside her and her muscles inside contracted milking him to the last squirt. Jack growled as his climax rocked him in unison with her convulsing body. “Oh Jack, you make me cum hard,” Jill said as her hips jerked and surged. Thick creamy cum choked her pussy. When she got out of the bench she was cupping her pussy with her hand. “Jack I gotta go swim,” she said, walked towards the pool and jumped into the water. Jack followed her and swam in utter silence. Underneath the water semen streamed out of her pussy as she kicked her legs. “Some girl,” Jack mused. Out of the pool, the ‘Age of Aquarius’ played on the radio. When the moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligned with Mars, then peace will come to our planets and love will feel the stars, this is the Age of Aquarius… They teased one another in the pool there was no doubt that after their love tryst there was still fun and chemistry between them. Herding themselves to the underwater steps of the pool, they sat there for awhile, kissed some more until she climbed further up, hands on the railing and there struck a pose which showed her entire naked form right in front of Jack’s face. Her dripping body in close up was a spectacular sight and Jack couldn’t get enough of her. “Like my butt?” she said as she whirled around. “Why, yes!” “I think it’s my best part.” “You got all the best parts, sugar,” he remarked. She turned to face him again. “No my breasts are too big, aren’t they?” “They’re just right for me! You got me loco with your breasts.” “You got a look that make my pussy itch,” she said and slowly began playing her clit hood. Jack watched excitedly. “I realized that it’s a big turn on watching women get off,” Jack said. Jack climbed the steps and drew himself to her his straight dick totting her belly. Jill draped one thigh on the rail and her pink pussy gaped and beckoned for his entry. He bent a little lower, and rubbed his dick at the gate of her juicy cunt. “Fuck me again Jack!” Coming from Jill the word sounded like a million dollar jackpot. Swooshed. His cock pushed in. “Oh God, that was a railroad car!” she exclaimed The view of their mingling sexes amplified their pleasure. Jill flung her arms around his neck and they kissed with passion, tongues swirling around each other as their organs played the beat of the unbeatable beat. “Jill, I want to stay longer in your hot pussy. Bend over and braced yourself in the railing and I’ll fuck you from behind.” She did as she was told and what a fine fuckable ass she had. Jack lost no time kneeling down on one knee and licked the backside of her furry pussy by prying open the lips. “Oh, oh!” The sound of her moaning and mingling flesh noises added an erotic spice to the music called “Look of Love” playing over the transistor radio. “Let’s do some more position,” she suggested. “Yeah,” he said and pulled out his cock. Jill led his cock to their stage of erotic pleasure—the bench with the mattress. She lay on her side and motioned him to cuddle behind her while she stroked his cock between her legs. “Let it in, Jill,” Jack said and Jill was surprised they could do it that way. Jill aimed his cock into her and he pushed it right up her drooling warmth. This way Jack could kiss her sensually, play her boobs and nips and especially her clit as he pumped his way in. “Ohhh!” Jill made a long moan. “Oh that’s so good, Jack.” Mere touch of her magic button would right away trigger off an orgasm. “I’m cumming Jack, really I am, this is a huge cumminggg….” Her voice trailed off like she was falling into an abyss. Soon her body shivered, her groan turned to scream making Jack anxious that village police would come and investigate. When she calmed down, Jack scooped up her waist and made her stood on all fours to take her from behind. Jill knelt, hands clasped behind her head, breasts, and face on the cushion. She hooked her legs over his and pulled him to her with them. Jack put a hand on each of her shoulder blades and pressed down. The penetration was deep. “Oh, Jill, why…why do you always get better and better and so ever delicious?” “Coz I luv to fuck,” she said like she had fucked a lot before, throwing a side-glance at him. With a few more intense diggings, Jack leaned backward almost sitting between his heels and she took the reins of pumping as she sat astride him. “Oh god, you’re good,” Jack muttered. She was so into the motion and Jack ran his hands at her handspan waist, luscious hips and opulent breasts. “Oh this is sooo gooood!” she muttered feeling more in control. “Why don’t you lie down and let me do the fucking on top, ok?” Jill suggested. He did and he was pleased. Seeing her body facing him going up and down boobs bouncing and his prong going in and out of her was tantalizing. “Oh God, you are a fucking angel! Oh god, this is driving me insane.” Finally Jack couldn’t stand it anymore and announced his coming. A moment later he knelt with one leg and he was jacking off to Jill’s face. Jill said that she wanted to see him come and shower her face with his cum. “C’mon shoot it Jack, make it with me!” Jill summoned. In a tiny second his cock spurted a convulsion of cum dropping like warm rain on her face. After the fountain shoot dwindled, Jill licked his spermy cock and scoop the last drop in her tongue. When she pulled away her lips a thin strand of his sperm hung like a bridge between his lips and hers only breaking off when they laughed away. Then she licked some sperm on her hand like a cat licking its paw while her eyes were on him. “Hmmm, I love it, next time I’ll suck your cock and collect this from you, put it in a bottle and preserved it in the fridge. Would it stay fresh?” “Not a lifetime I guess, but this fuck…would stay fresh in my mind forever.” “That’s nice to hear. Let’s go back to the pool,” “You really like swimming don’t you? ” “Gets my energy back,” she said and dove. On the radio, The Beatles were singing “All You Need Is Love,” and Jack felt lovey-dovey. Seeing the beautiful Jill torpedoing into the pool was unforgettable. “That’s the girl who loves to clean cars, fuck and swim, not necessarily in that order,” Jack mused in his thoughts shaking his head. Then he followed her into the pool. When Jill got out of the pool, she quickly run, took her bikinis, put them on and the rest of her clothes. “What’s the hurry?” “Mom’s gonna call me anytime now, I almost forgot. I gotta go now Jack.” Jack covered himself with a towel and raced with her to the gate. She gave him a big hug and kiss. “Will I see you again?” “If you want to I’ll be around,” she said and, “Hey next time, don’t drop the banana split, will you?” She gave him a big smile as she run along and blew a kiss over her palm before she entered the next gate. * * * * * I'll Be Around Ch. 02 The Centerfold Girl Jack and Jill picks up where they left but… Jack was in the shower singing along with the song “Bring Back The Pieces” by the Spiral Staircase playing in the phonograph in his room. After the shower, he dried himself with the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He looked into the mirror and asked himself whether to shave or not. He decided to shave and after having done so splashed Pub After-Shave on his face. Ahh, uncorks the lusty life! He sighed to himself savoring the manly scent and recalling that favorite line he’d often seen on Playboy Magazine’s advertisement of the Pub Cologne. Padding to his room naked, he felt in the mood to masturbate. His cock stirred whenever he thought of one particular girl featured in Girls of California from a Playboy Magazine issue. Her name was Jill Blossom, blonde, sexy, big boobs and looked uncannily like Jill Olson. Jill Olson was an exchange student from Europe and living with their neighbor the Wheatfields. Jill introduced herself to him one day and helped him washed his daddy’s car, which eventually led them to have sex at the poolside of his home as they were all alone by themselves. After that scintillating tryst, Jack never saw Jill again, which made him very depressed. Eight months had passed and it seemed that she had completely disappeared in his life. Whenever Jack would turn to Jill’s photo in Playboy, he’d start masturbating to drive his blues away. Well, better than drugs or alcohol he would say to himself, as he still wanted to keep his sanity intact. He didn’t want to end up like those who OD’ed to death or sent to asylums just because of a problem that seemed to have no solsution. Jill’s photo in Playboy showed that she was blonde and not with dark hair when Jack met her. But the body, the face was unmistakably Jill’s. She was posed against a wall, her face turned seductively to the reader with big smoldering eyes, smiling pink lips, gleaming white teeth, and blonde hair cascading down past her shoulder. Her body was in a quarter view clad in way thin animal print dress opened all the way in front revealing the side of her bare breast, fulsome and shapely with swollen nipples and areola. Her right hand leaned against the wall while her left touched gracefully her lower hip side with a nice glimpse of left ass cheek on view. Jack asked Mr. Wheatfield about her whereabouts but was told simply that she had gone to live in another place near the school and she didn’t call back to let him know anything at all. She had also suddenly dropped out of school without a word or even a call to him. From then on Jack almost messed up with his studies and broke up with Nicole just because he was always thinking of Jill and wondering why she had ticked off on him without a trace. When he discovered that picture in Playboy, he couldn’t stop masturbating. It was only now that he had slowed down. He had already abstained for six days, an already incredible feat on his part but now it seemed he was going to slide back to the habit. Just when he was about to stroke his thickening dick a call came on and he reluctantly picked up the phone as he started lying down on the bed. “Jack, its Jill Olson,” a whispered voice came on. “Jill!” So surprised, “where are you?’ He bolted up. “126 Oceanview Drive. If you know the place, come on over. There’s someone who broke into my house and I’m scared.” “Did you call the police?” “No, I want you to come over. Please, I’ll wait for you.” “Jill, yeah, I’ll…” his voice broke off as she hung up the phone. “Gosh, Jill what kind of a creature are you? Now you see, now you don’t and now you’re back,” Jack was talking to himself as he dressed up hurriedly in khakis, an olive green shirt and Hush Puppies slip-ons. Must he bring his father’s gun? No the chako, a martial arts weapon would do. Now’s the time to show his judo/karate skill to whomsoever it may concern. And he’s really mad. He tucked the chako into his pants behind his back and threw on his brown suede jacket and ran down the stairs. His parents were in the living room playing cards in the sofa when he ran down the stairs “Mom, Dad I’ll just go to Nick’s, forgot something,” he called out to them. “Oh, Nick, always Nick is what you hear from that son o’ yours,” Felix Meoff said to his wife, Mildred. “Careful on your driving son?” said his mother as she turned to him. “Yeah,” he said and closed the door behind him. His Mustang pulled over at the gate of her nice garden bungalow house, overlooking the ocean. He got out of the car and entered the open gate, closed it behind him and walked toward the front porch. The living room light was open and so was the front door. “Jill,” he called out as he approached the door and there she appeared, wearing a corset inspired top, buttons loosed to display her impressive cleavage and a pink satin pajama pants. “Jill, how are you?” “I’m all right, come in.” She’s still so beautiful but now she looked womanly more than before. He wanted to hug her but strangely he did not. He became shy. “How’d he get in?” “In the bedroom,” she said and turned to walk toward the bedroom. He followed darting his eyes all around the house checking the décor. He stopped at the doorway and asked permission to enter. “Yeah, sure,” she said. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?” He said taking off his jacket and tossing it onto a chair. “I was asleep and I awoke because I felt something.” “Like what?” “That my window was open.” “And then?” “He was standing right there, exactly where you’re standing.” “Yo’ sure?” He said, flicking his eyes to the window with the blowing the thin curtain inwardly and to her. “Yeah.” “Did you take a good look at him?” “Yeah, about your height, weight and come to think of it he looked like you.” “So he’s handsome, huh?” “No, sorry he’s not my type.” Jack chortled a little laugh. “So what did the ‘ugly’ man do to you?” “He came toward me.” “He came toward you? Like this?” he said moving towards her. “Yeah and then he grabbed me by the throat,” she continued. “Like this?” he demonstrated. “Stronger than that,” she said so he put another hand behind her neck, almost choking her. “Like this?” he said and she groaned. “Then what did he do next.” “He pushed me down on the bed and forced himself on top of me.” Jack pushed her down. “Then what?” “He kissed me,” she said. “Where?” His mouth closing in on hers. She reached up her face to kiss him, salaciously but brief. “Then?” “He ripped off my shirt,” she said panting. Jack ripped off her shirt, and her opulent breasts confined in a lacy bra jumped into view. He kissed her again and then nuzzled his face on her buxom chest kissing its parts. “Did you put up a fight?” “No, because I like kissing him cause I miss him so much,” she said smiling. Now he knew. She’s just smartly playing a role. “I miss you Jack,” he said wrapping her arms around him smiling. “I miss you too Jill. Where the hell have you been?” “I’ll tell you that later,” she said and forced herself to roll over on top of him. Jack sighed as she straddled on his thighs, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it off his body. “Ouch! Wait a second,” he said and pulled the chako out of his back. “What’s that?” “Just a weapon.” She smoothed his hard chest with her hands and tickling his tiny nipples with her long fingernails and fluttering kisses on them. “So you took control?” “And he didn’t put up a fight.” Then with a predatory grin, she started unbuckling his belt, zipping open his pants and extricating his hardening member. “Uhmmm, this is the weapon of yours that I missed, the one that opened me to the joy of sex,” she said stroking his hardening cock earnestly, running the point of her nose alaong the underside of the shaft. Jack was so exhilarated that he felt he was goner unable to take control of his impending release. The moment she sucked the head, swirled her tongue around it played his balls and licked the underside, his cocked jerked in response and blasted four ropes of cum straight up in the air. Jill kept stroking him and directed his shooting cock to her breasts. When he’s done she licked his spermy cock and sucked a bit more. “Ohh,” Jack groaned. “Look what you’ve done to me. I didn’t even get a fuck.” “You’ll get it afterwards, I haven’t even fuck you yet too, have I?” she said looking at a strand of come dangling under her finger and licked it. “No Jack, we won’t fuck. We’ll make love later. Although it’s technically the same I prefer making love than fucking, it sounds more meaningful and romantic. “You have a big story to tell me,” he said licking his lips across while staring at her ample breasts. “Yeah big boy, right after I wash you up,” she said and climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom. When she came back a small towel hung over her neck, and she was carrying a little basin filled with water and a facial towel. Her pants had come off and she was just wearing black g-string panties. After washing and drying him she snuggled to her side planting tiny kisses on his cheek, neck, soft and tender kisses on his lips, caressing his face and body. Then she began to tell her story. “You know what happened to the Wheatfields right? Mrs. Wheatfield’s car, smashed by a drunken driver in the supermarket and she in coma after that?” she said and he nodded. Sure enough Mr. Wheatfield was inconsolable. I was really upset and wanted to be of any help so the next night I tried to console Mr. Wheatfield, telling him not to worry and that his wife would pull it through. That night, I dreamt of you that you came into my room pulled down the covers off my body and started eating me out. When I was about to come to a fantastic orgasm I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Wheatfield rolled off from my body.” “He felt sorry he did that to me but later on he kept coming on to me. But since he’s a married man I’m not up to be having an affair with him until one night he drugged me and he was able to get what he wanted. He told me that I should go and put me in an apartment he rented for me. At that time, his wife had awakened from coma and was recovering quite well. He told his wife that it didn’t look good that he’s alone there in the house with me so he let me go and find another place to stay. The wife asked him why he had to do that feeling concern about where would I go. He told me that he couldn’t stand the sight of me parading in the house with shorts and all that temptation thing that he wouldn’t want to fall into, trying to cover up his infidelity.” Jack was stirring hard again when her hand descended over it and was wagging his cock side by side. “Go ahead, what happened next?” Jack prodded on, his hips slightly squirming. “I became his mistress. He goes there everyday and makes love to me.” “Oh, shit,” Jack growled. “I felt terrible at first but he showered me with whatever I needed, bought me dresses, food to last for every week, brought me to concerts, games and to all the good times that would make a girl happy. I told him what had happened between the two us when you started looking for me and he tried to get you out of my mind.” Now and then Jill kissed Jack’s cock gingerly. Then she continued. “When his wife finally returned home, he couldn’t make it coming to my apartment regularly. I began to miss him too but he kept sending me money, flowers and I started to feel that I owe a lot to his kindness. He professed his love to me that if his wife had only died he’d surely marry me. I told him that he should go back to his wife because I don’t feel comfortable being tied up with a married man. It wasn’t right after all.” One day he told me that he had decided to let me go on my own for it was getting difficult for him to manage his schedule, he was promoted in his job and it entailed a lot of work and hassle over his schedule. Mr. Wheatfield was a kind man to be able to reach that decision and he gave me a lot of money for my freedom and from there I left the apartment and chose a less pricey one.” “Did you enjoy making love with Mr. Wheatfield?” “Hmm, yeah though his dick is less bigger than yours.” She smiled. “Why didn’t you contact me afterwards?” “I was about to do that but with my newfound freedom I decided to clean slate my life first, look into the future and forget awhile what had happened to me in the Wheatfield’s home where everything started including my right of passage in your pool. I feel like I have to go on and start something for my life, earn money and continue my school life, which was disrupted.” “That was eight months without hearing from you and I started acting like crazy, messing up my school work and never dating anyone. I even broke off with Nicole the girl I was seeing before you came along.” “Why?” She asked. “Because of you, I don’t know if I’m so crazy in love with you or by the sudden loss of contact with you which really puzzled me most.” “I told you I’ll be around. Things happened. If I was in Mrs. Wheatfield’s car it could have been a disaster for me. She wanted me to come with her that time but I was thinking of you, I was horny as a goat and planning to sneak into your place. Thinking of you makes a busted pipe out of my pussy.” “Why did you have to go along with Mr. Wheatfield?” “Oh forget about Mr. Wheatfield, my relationship with him is finito, over and gone. Are you jealous?” Jack didn’t speak. “Hey what happened to your cock, it softened. It was already hard a minute ago.” “No, it just crossed my mind why Wheatfield had to do it with you.” “Admit it like a man, he was attracted to me of course.” “Who else got attracted to you?” “Ok, I’ll go on with my story. So I got my own place and one day I was taking breakfast at this sidewalk café when this guy with a camera approached me and asked me if I could pose for me in a non-nude or nude photos.” “I told this guy that I don’t do that kind of job. But he was great at convincing me and gave me his card, which I called eventually. I learned that he was recruiting playmates for Playboy magazine and told me all about the opportunities if I get picked out. So I posed for him, not nude, just in my undies and when he sent my photos to Playboy, I was chosen to do a pictorial for Girls of California. It was easy and the pay was good.” “Did you fuck this photographer guy?” “Well, yeah twice.” “Jesus, oh man,” he moaned like he would cry. “Don’t be such a jealous type. I fucked him because I was curious. He was a fat guy and I want to know how a fat guy fucks. I am young and inexperienced. Anyway he’s a good guy.” “Do you still see him?” “He doesn’t know where I live now. This is the new house I got. Though I’m still paying for it. But I was lucky you know I was lined up to be the Playmate for January. And Playboy told me that I have the potential to be a candidate for Playmate of the Year!” “I was right along that it’s you right there among the Girls of California. Gosh, I jerked off for God knows how many times at that picture of yours. I talked it to it like crazy, asking where are you, show up to me or I’ll jump over the Golden Gate.” “I knew you’d get hold of that,” she giggled. “Did Hugh Hefner come on you?” “No, he’s a nice guy, a gentleman, he’s got his own girl. But in one of the parties I attended at the Playboy Mansion, an actor by the name of James Caan hit on me, very persistent that I gave in.” “Who the fuck is James Caan?” “A guy who loves to eat pussy and he was so insatiable at that? But he’s not a good fucker, he’s so rough.” “How many guys did you do, Jill?” “Oh, ah let me see there’s this funny person named Woody Allen, a singer named Anthony Newly, and the actor Warren Beatty, the handsomest of all and fucked me six times over the night.” “O god and I had no one, I didn’t get anyone, I was so focused on you, I always think that I was in love and I was hurting that I don’t see you, Oh god and you’re right there fucking a lot of men…how could you?” “I was enjoying my life. Then when Mick Jagger…” “Oh gosh, my idol shit! This is shit crazy, you’ve been fucking a horde of guys and…” “Hey shut up will you! I didn’t fuck Mick, okay?” “Why?” “Why? Cause I have my period then,” she said and laughed. “Don’t be mad, I’m just telling you the story of my life. Oh look at your poor penis here, he’s gone soft and asleep. Time to wake up,” she said playing with it. “You know, I’ve never seen a soft penis. See, it’s nice, I could put it all in my mouth,” she said bobbing up and down her head over it. “Jesus, now it’s waking up. Lazarus is waking up, he’s a monster, biggie, biggie one-eyed monster,” she said dribbling it over her tongue.” “Did Nicole enjoy your cock?” “She’s scared of it.” “Really?” “Didn’t you fuck her?” “Yeah, I did but she didn’t want a repeat performance. Said I was too big for her. It’s my fault probably I became too rough with her, I wasn’t gentle maybe because I was thinking of you, the passion that we had, so right and so damn fuckingly good for lack of word to say. And I’m mad for loosing you.” “Let’s get a repeat of that shall we. Watch me. Jill will handle your cock just stay right there, lie down and I’ll give you the fuck of the century.” “By the way Jack, do you wanna marry me?” “No,” he said. “Good,” she said, “But do you love me?” she asked. “Yes.” “Now, that’s what I want to hear,” and she kissed him tenderly and affectionately on the lips. Her kisses are different, the taste and the thrill was incredibly divine. “Your kiss is soothing to my soul and gets me hot and ready to make love,” she said, and “you may not know it, but your lips are sensual and I like the way you kiss me even if you’re mad and scowling like that.” Jill stood on the bed and slipped of her panties. “There they go,” she said tossing them nonchalantly across the room. Jack looked at the triangle bush between her legs. It’s now trimmed unlike before. “Looks like you had a hair cut down there, huh?” “Ever heard of waxing, like waxing your surf board, Playboy did that to me and gave me my nutritious diet plus some good exercises to tone my muscle. Nobody stares at me like that and makes my pussy quiver and juice up,” she said brushing a finger into the cleft and then leaning before him. “Taste it lover boy, suck my finger?” she ordered holding her slick finger to his mouth. He obliged and sucked her finger as she commanded. It was like magic he loved it and his libido roared. “Know what jack?” she said kneeling astride before him. You’re going to make love to a sophisticated woman. “And you’re gonna make love to a poor schmuck like me? Forget it, I’m outta here,” he said. “What?” “You heard me, I don’t intend to put my dick into a whore’s cunt,” he uttered in a low voice hurriedly dressing up. “You called me a whore!” She was enraged. “Then get out of my house Jack. You’ll never gonna see me again in person. Yes, I know you’ll buy that January issue where I’m gonna be the centerfold playmate and jacking off in front of my glossy picture will be the only closest way you can get. Yeah, Jack is your name so you could jack off till you’re old and gray.” He turned to her and was about to slap her. But she was quick to move back. “Is that how cheap you can get, hurt me, batter me physically and emotionally. Now go Jack and don’t come back I don’t wanna see your face again.” “Bitch!” Jack blurted out, turned around and walked away. But deep inside he felt defeated. “Hey, don’t forget your boy toy here, your dildoe or whatever,” she said angrily throwing them on the doorstep and slammed the door behind him. I'll Be Around Ch. 02 When Jack drove home, he felt like a total wreck. It would have been better if he didn’t see her again or shut his fucking mouth at least he had a fuck. But she called him, almost made love to him because she missed him and he told her how she missed her like crazy. The night had become a bust. A burning hole in his life like he was shot into the heart. Then he found himself drinking in a strip joint. “What am I doing here, looking for a whore? Shit what a crazy life this is.” A little later on, he was drunk staggering on the gutter until he sat leaning on a lamppost. He was crying. Crying for the first time in his life over a woman he was sure he fell in love with. “I want to go back to you Jill. I want to say I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” * * * *