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Something is Going On

By: Rockwell



Sunlight filtered through Jason Somner's room awaking him. It was 9:00 am on his digital clock and realized he had a good, restful sleep. He swung out of the bed and padded into his black, mirrored high tech bathroom. This was the first day he won't do any work. He stepped under the cold shower and felt good. His several weeks of toil must earn him a week or so of leisure.

Jason was an ex-gigolo. A sex machine on the scene as they say. He'd been around, done this and that. Sex gave material acquisitions but real happiness eluded him. In the end he had no one. He felt empty.

A celibate? He smiled. He couldn't believe that his sexual motor had been idled for more than a year. He'd concentrated on his career as a motorcycle illustrator and sought all manly pursuits, except pussies.

He looked himself in the mirror and smiled. His body had transformed from Mick Jagger thin to Brad Pitt's Adonis physique. He was a new man. No more dope, clean as a whistle. Only his hair had gotten way too long. Chopping off his trademark lock for a fashionably stylish cut would seem cool. It's summer, and a shorter do would be a welcome change. So he thought.

He's 32. "For crissakes settle down and have babies, before I die," his widowed mother would say. Well, he's been immersed in his career that marriage for him was remote as Tibet. 

After this reflective bit, Jason threw on shirt and jeans and after breakfast headed off to Craig's--the hair salon in Adolphus Cierra Mall. 

Rita, the black receptionist girl at Craig's recognized Jason instantly and greeted him endearingly. 

"Mr. Jason Somner, Hi! Long time no see. How'd you been? "

"Fine. You still look lovely Rita," he replied.

"Oh thanks Mr. Somner, and you look sexier," she said appraising his body. "What'll it be for today?"

"Just a haircut," he said.

"Tired of the long hair, huh?"

He simply nodded.

" Karen is no longer here. Bridget can do it for you."

"Then Bridget it is," he said shrugging his shoulder. Karen used to cut his hair, give him massage and cock suck him wonderfully. 

Jason flopped on the black couch and flipped through a Men's Health Magazine. 

Someone's presence seated across him snagged his attention. Good Lord! A spectacular-looking chick had crossed her legs and dropped a magazine from her lap. He caught her sparkling blue eyes and the sweetest smile he'd ever seen when she bent and picked up the magazine.

Their gaze was broken only when the shampoo girl appeared and called her. Jason didn't catch her name and when she stood, his discriminating eyes rated her immediately at ten. She must be at least 5'6", creamy white complexion with a rosy glow and a marvelous figure hugged by a pale blue cardigan over off-white pajama pants and suede boots. Her brown sable hair was swept to a pony that looked undone at the back but looked fabulous. Was it her eyes, nose, mouth that grabbed him? Anyway she was astonishingly pretty and he liked her instantly. She glanced back to him and he breathed like a stallion. 

An ex-gigolo that he was, he knew when a girl needed to get laid. God forbid! He was getting tempted and his predator instinct was getting revitalized. For the first time his enforced celibacy was put to a test. 

Like a priest who entered a strip joint, he felt guilty and wanted to get out as fast as he could. Just when he was about to cancel his haircut Rico the shampoo person called him. Reluctantly, he let Rico led him in. Over Rico's shoulders, he viewed her backside swaying a sexy strut. 

Lying on the shampoo couch next to hers, Jason noticed there wasn't a marriage ring in her finger.

Jason told Rico he was going to leave after the shampoo, as suddenly he no longer wanted a hair cut.

"Why? What's the matter Mr. Somner? You seem to be quite uneasy. Tell you what, after this I'll give you a good massage on the head and back and then you decide what to do with your hair, ok?"

Jason couldn't do anything but surrender to Rico's expert hands. 

The girl heard their conversation but remained silent the whole time they were being shampooed.

Jason sat where he could see her face on his mirror and she could see him too. Often their eyes would connect and the only way to disconnect was by pretending to read magazines.

Bridget the hairdresser introduced herself to Jason. She's partly black and looked like one of those girl bands. Jason pointed to her the Tom Cruise's cut in the movie ‘Vanilla Sky' which he came across from a page of Movieline magazine.

The hair trim for Jason was quick and after the blow dry he didn't waste a second to leave. He set off immediately to the exit. But as he was about to exit the main room, he paused for a few seconds.

"Turn back, you handsome brute!" The thought yelled in the girl's head. But he didn't.

"Oh, dummy!"

"You know, that guy was cute, did you notice?" The girl talked to her hairdresser. 

"Yeah I did. Absolutely! Did you just say something like dummy?" Melissa, the hairdresser was surprised she'd spoken to her about a guy. She knew that this girl was reputed to be so reserved and never really opened her mouth if it wasn't necessary.

"Yeah, guys I like don't come to me. Only guys I don't like. When am I gonna have the man I like come to me? Do I terrifying them?"

"Not at all. Just give them a chance."

"I don't know how to flirt with guys. I guess I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what? In fact you're one of the most beautiful girls I've come across here. If I have the face and figure like yours I'll take the President and Monica Lewinsky wouldn't have had her chance."

"Wow! You got a nerve of a three-day aching tooth. Naw, I just have difficult time with guys -- socially."

"Like you're unattached at present?"

"Like a vicious cycle, yes,"

"Oh poor girl, you'll get your man one way or the other and if you'll believe my hunch, you're going to have him."

"Him? He already left and not a word to me."

"He's probably shy," the hairdresser said as she started putting hot oil wax on her hair.

"I don't even know how to read guys thoughts but he kept looking at me," she chuckled.

"See? That shows he's interested. I told you he'd come back for you. Read Cosmo magazine, you'll find tips there on how to hook up with guys." She saw a copy on the mirror ledge and took it. 

"Yeah, yeah, ohhh that feels good, I needed that…" The girl was lost in the relaxing massage. Melissa was happy they've gotten into some conversation. 

Jason couldn't get the girl out of his mind. Suddenly he looked like he was besieged with a math problem. Finally, he decided to drop by Page One Bookstore and then Tower Records.

At Tower Records Jason listened to John Mayer's "You're Body Is A Wonderland," through the earphones. Then he saw her. Oh God, there she is again! Casual sex—I've given it up. It doesn't mean nothing shit. Lord have mercy, hope she's the right one. 

Jason eyed her like a sniper. Shades of supermodel Paulina Porishkova and country singer Shania Twain was in this girl's face and body. Her hair now was sexily down and loose. She didn't see him as she browsed about on the jazz music shelf.

Jason was fond of jazz and he wondered what could she be looking for. Finally she picked one and asked the attendant sales clerk for a sample to listen to. Then the inevitable happened. Their eyes met and the connection was hot. She smiled and her eyes twinkled. 

Jason was running a gamut of feelings inside him.

"I gotta have her!" Jason finally decided. 

"Good Lord, I saw the handsome brute again. Melissa was right that I'd see him again. He smiled at me." She melted inside like snow sliding from a high pitched roof. For the first time she was excited and hoped the guy would speak to her.

Jason stood a few feet away, more handsome with her shorter raven black hair, and the snug-fitting clothes that outlined his muscled physique. Suddenly she felt a primitive need she hadn't known existed before as he glanced back to her. She felt something warm rippled through her female center. And what a perky cheeky thing the feeling was! Something a girl just couldn't tell her mom. Talk about chemistry!

Her face appeared puzzled when she wore the headphone. She wasn't hearing anything. She thrashed her face left and right looking for the clerk. Suddenly Jason was the one who approached her instead.

"It wasn't on." Jason spoke to her.

She took off the headphone. "I beg your pardon?" 

"Your player wasn't on."

"Oh, how stupid of me," she said coyly. 

Jason flashed his mega-watt smile and said, "Hi! I'm Jason Somner. I saw you there at the salon." His voice came on as thick and sweet as syrup on a hotcake.

"I know. I'm Donna Folger," she said feeling jelloed knees as they shook hands.

"I have a confession to make. I'm quite insecure with dating ‘cos I fear rejection." He began and then a pause. "But you are so beautiful I can't seem to let this day pass without trying to get to know you. Can I invite you for a tea or coffee right after you're through with this store?" He was surprised at how automatically he said those words.

Donna thought, "Wow a guy who's hot and humble…how could I say no to him?" 

Less than 30 minutes, they were seated at a table for two at a snack deli, conversing about jazz music as they sipped their lattes and munched raisin oatmeal cookies. Finally Jason revealed himself.

"I'm an illustrator and photographer of motorcycles and race cars. I live just a few blocks away at Derek's Avenue on top of an old building called Compton's. I've been so crazy busy with my career and I just finished a hell of a job and I'm giving myself a rest for just a week to catch on with my other interests, like watching baseball games, going out…just a bit of relaxing and leisure. 

He paused, sipped his coffee then he asked, "What do you do Donna?" He lowered his blinkers to her amazingly lacquered nails and wished, he could touch them at once. But he looked back at her in anticipation to her answer.

"Nothing. I just cook cookies like this one," she said after tasting quite a bit of the cookie. "Only better," she added.

"Really?"

"Yup." She nodded and laughed crinkling her nose. Naw, I …um…work for my dad… I'm his secretary. He's a skin specialist. I also attend classes to learn blowing glasses, as I have this dream of entering into a business designing glasses for décor. My dad is in Europe right now attending some medical convention and he'd be out of town for a week along with my mom," she said lowering her thick eyelashes for that kind of demure look and hinting that she's obtainable.

"I'm glad you didn't come along with your dad. Otherwise I wouldn't have met you."

"Well, my classes next week are crucial. So I cannot leave."

"Tomorrow's Saturday, you think you'll have time to come with me to Morey's Pier? I heard they have a new high-tech rollercoaster there and I haven't gone seeing that place for a long time," he said putting the cup of coffee to his lips and sipped .

Donna's eyes widened. "That'll be great but steer me out of those loops. I'm just too scared to ride rollercoasters."

"C'mon live outrageously once in a while. You've got to fire something in yourself to really live. Don't worry you'll be safe with me like a bug in a rug." 

"You certainly have a way with words," she smiled, teeth gleaming white, knuckles under her chin. She thought he also have a way of making her pulse raced excitedly as her eyes wandered over his eye-popping biceps in his T-shirt sleeves with every move he made. She liked men with muscles but not too muscular like Schwarzenegger's. Jason's were perfect. And he could be protective. She imagined slipping into those arms like she belongs to him. It was happening.

"Okay. What time and where do we meet?"

"Morning at 8:00. I'll pick you up in my Harley just tell me your address." 

"Alright, 117 Brighton St., in Maplewood Village," she said bright-eyed and optimistic.

"Got it! I know the place!" Jason exclaimed.

She was speechless. Something's going on. Something's just got to happen.

"Bring on some swimsuit. I got a beach house over there."

Donna was so excited that when they parted she couldn't wait to shop for some very nice outfit plus the sexy swimsuit. She called Janey her friend that night and told her that she finally met a six-foot hunk that made her drool. 

"Describe him to me," Janey said. 

"Oh God, my senses easily tangled with his mane, very long, eyes smoldering, lips very angelic like Kurt Cobain's that you'd like to touch and kiss, brawn muscles that stretch his shirt and that faint aftershave, hmmm. He's bringing me to Morey's Pier tomorrow. I couldn't wait!" Donna squealed. 

"If he's got a big dick, pass him on to me, will ya girl?"

"Lend a fucking dick my ass. You've got more men than Madonna."

"Yeah, but they've got pencil dicks."

"Why are you, Sophia and Lilibeth are so after big dicks?"

"Big whopper is ‘it', amiga!"

"Size is not important to me, you know?"

"Size matters, Donna you must remember that." 

"Then get a black guy with a Godzillian dick." 

Janey hooted a laugh. "Funny you should say that. Anyhow, I wish you luck kiddo, ring me back for your juicy story, ok? I'm glad you've come out from that freaky attitude of yours of not going out with a guy."

"Maybe this is the time but I don't know, hope this is."

At 7:30 in the morning Donna was already set. She hadn't dated anyone for three months and especially of this kind. The last guy she dated was older and made her drunk to make a pass on her. He was like the rest of the guys she had dated before. They're always hot to get into her pants without the benefit of getting her turned on first. So she had been a reluctant date since. She had put an invisible shield around herself and quickly earned the moniker of the ‘Ice Ice Lady.' But Jason was different. He broke the ice shield. 

That afternoon Jason was invited by his married friend Bill to his house for some cook out in their yard. They drank beers, smoked some Cuban cigars and ate jumbo hot dogs, pasta carbonara and tiramisu served by Bill's wife. He told Bill that he's lucky to have a terrific wife and three beautiful children. Married life hit him and he thought of Donna as the likely candidate. Bill read his thoughts and suggested marriage to him since he's not getting younger. With Donna in mind such idea was no longer remote to him. 

At five before 8, Donna heard a motorbike throbbed along the curb of the driveway. She quickly opened the door and Jason pulled up his macho machine in front of the house. He cut the motor and peeled off his helmet. 

"Morning sugar cake!" he said squinting and flashing his now familiar smile. Oh Jesus, how heartbreakingly cute he is. She thought.

"Hi, Jason!" she said and jauntily walked up to him. They buzzed cheeks. His after-shave was great. "Wow what a bike!" She exclaimed as her eyes swept over it and then to his thighs that straddled the machine. "I'll just get my back pack," she said.

"How are you Donna?" 

"Great." 

"Who's in the house?"

"My brother Brett still asleep with his girlfriend. I left him a note." 

He nodded and let her go back to the house to fetch her backpack. 

Donna was wearing a cord jacket and low riding jeans. Her hair was fixed in that same style of pony-tail he saw in the parlor and her face just had the right amount of make-up to create that more natural look. A beautiful girl always made Jason's heart sing.

"Ever driven or rode a bike before?" Jason asked as she piggybacked on the bike.

"This kind never. My dad would never allow me."

Jason wore a Harley jacket over multicolored striped striped-shirt, faded Levi's and bike boots. Donna immediately felt the exhilaration of adventure as she put on her helmet and felt Jason's rippled muscles under her palms. Jason soon fired the motor and roared off. 

"So this is your first ride." 

"Not exactly but for a lengthy trip and with you, yeah it is and I'm thrilled!" She said, seeing her breath as the morning was still refreshingly cool.

"Good, hang on and we'll fly." Jason's raspberry and black chrome bike took speed, eating miles like a thoroughbred machine that it was. It's one of his pride acquisitions—a Harley Royal Master Cruise bike – 22 grand. It's a lady-killer.

"Wow, man you're a road warrior!" Donna said getting so into the adventure feeling. The crispness of the spruce-scented spring air augured well with her happy feeling.

After passing through the Victorian neighborhood and out, cruising the city was easy and there was not much traffic and so they flew through the clover leafs and onto the expressway.

Soon Jacob was zipping Wildwoods, the avenue parallel to the pounding surf of the Atlantic Ocean. Morey's Pier was a few distances away. Summer heat was on and Donna could feel it in the insides of her legs.

But before they reached Morey's Pier Jason made a pit stop at his modest house atop a hill overlooking Morey's Pier and the beach. "I bought this house years ago but remodeled it recently," Jason said as he toured her around. 

"Wow! It's been my dream to have a house near the beach," she breathed as she viewed the blue ocean from the deck and the Morey's Pier not far away 

Jason also showed his paintings and most of all his collection of motorcycles, two vintage sports cars and a heavy duty SUV in the basement garage. He also introduced her to his Japanese gardener and housekeeper named Tako. 

"Wanna drive one of the scooters?" asked Jason. "Oh I love that red one," she pointed. "Good choice. That's a beauty and it's right for you," he grinned. "This time I'll hitched on you."

Jason led her to his guestroom and as he stared at her, he thought of throwing her down the bed and make passionate love to her but he held back. She's too special to be rushed. Donna read his thoughts and wondered if she could refuse him. When he didn't do a thing her desire grew even stronger. He said he'll change in his room and left her. Her panties had soaked from her hot desire and she had to change for a fresh one. 

When Jason emerged from his room he was wearing an open weave sweater on Levi's, and bowling style sneakers. He was handsome as he stood leaning on the doorway, giving a whistle of admiration to Donna. She looked like a living doll in a cropped red-orange top baring a sliver of tummy skin and low, dark olive skimpy shorts with an army belt. A light olive newsboy cap, Armani shades and wedged sandals completed her ravishing look. 

At the Morey's Pier they made a lovely couple and were like kids let loose in wonderland. Husbands ogling at her was either glared by dagger looks by their wives or bopped on their heads with the park's map.

They started touring the Waterpark first and had great fun in the raging river. That drop of the log boat over the edge of the waterfall and the crashing below thrilled them enormously that they took a repeat ride. They bought the pictures of them showing their contorted faces as they took the drop. She found herself relaxed with Jason and he was like a real friend missed for so long. 

Lunching at a chic seafood resto, Jason was a romantic, drawing envy from discreet stares of lonely women. He flattered her constantly, looked only into her eyes adoringly. Most tenderly moment was when Jason fed her mouth with grilled shrimps, lobster with his hands while making her laugh. Donna was never as happy at that moment with a guy.

Donna survived the high-tech roller coaster only because she was with Jason. "Have no fear when Jason is near," he would say. They took other rides and the more hours she spent with Jason, the more she desired him and almost like she didn't want to let him go. He became her teddy bear come to life. 

In the evening they watched the fireworks display on the terrace of his house. Their hands linked while dining on steaks and salads prepared by Tako. Jason constantly whispered sweet nothings. He caressed the fingers under the palm of her hands sending shivers all around her body. It was here when Jason kissed her hand and lips. His kiss melted her body like marshmallow under a flame.


Something is Going On



"Lord God above, what was happening to me?" Startled, she felt the licking flame between her thighs. And to her greater surprise, warm pleasure glowed even between the cheeks of her bottom. That was only a kiss. 

Not long after, Tako bid goodbye to go home, knowing full well that Jason needed some privacy. Jason sighed at the sight of the full moon above. 

"See the moon? Somethin' huh?"

"Yeah, it's beautiful," she replied.

"Like you," Jason said sipping his soybean, caramel and, carioca drink. 

"Thank you," she murmured and smiled uncomfortably.

Once Tako had gone off, they were gripped with an overpowering desire, kissing like they were stealing breath from each other. She was sitting on the table, he between her legs and their arms around each other. 

Donna looked so seductive as ever when he pulled away his lips from hers leaving her body laying on the table. Jason didn't hesitate what he needed to do and started stripping his clothes off. When he had just pushed down his pants around his thighs, he couldn't help pressing his face first on her tummy, absorbing her scent, and molding his hands over her two moons that were not confined in a bra. 

"Jason, please hold on I…I wanna talk to you first."

"Okay I'm listening," he said, slipping away his hands from her. He flopped on the chair and she got off from the table and closed in on him straddling boldly on his lap. Her heart fluttered like a butterfly trapped in a flower cup as his erection nudged her crotch and his hands shaping her curves. 

"I've never done this before, Jason," she said breathing loudly as her shaky hands touched his cheeks then ran down his shoulders. Her nipples were hard in her shirt and the more he stared the more his cock ached in his contoured boxer shorts. 

Jason picked one of her hands and kissed it over the palm. "Donna, I've never been so happy being with a girl like you. You better tell your mom and pop that I'd like to marry you."

"Huh!" Donna was startled. 

"Should I call them now and tell them I'm with someone with a boner who's asking me to marry him?" she said with a nervous smile.

"If you say yes why not? Whenever you want to."

"Wo-wo-whoa! You're disorienting me here. How far have we known each other?" 

"To sum up the total hours we've been together including yesterday that'll be more than a full workday I suppose."

"What's the hurry Jason?"

"I don't want to play around anymore. I just want to have one girl in my life. I've been in abstinence on sex ‘cos for the past 15 months no girl mattered to me. I didn't look around any of them. I focus on what I could do better than that. Now when I saw you, I felt differently. I want you. I want to make it with you. But if you think it's not time yet for us to make love then I can wait, even for another 15 months."

Donna put a finger to his lips. 

He waited till she removed her fingers and continued. "This is no joke Donna, I could feel it shooting from my heart. I can also sense it from you like we're sort of cosmic lovers or soul mates, whatever you may call it," he said, slipping his hands under her top caressing her back while her hands clasped at the back of his neck. Her bottom rubbed progressively on his boner increasing that sharp, sweet throb pulsing between her legs. 

"Jason…" His eyes met hers. "I've been driving away guys, as they're only interested in sticking their way into me, you know. Yet, when you held me and kissed me you're a lot different among the rest." Her eyes fluttered half-closing. "To you I really got turned on. I couldn't believe that I'm still here with you. My last date made me drunk just to lodge his desire in me so I became wary of my dating."

"Did he get into your pants?"

"No, I kicked him in the balls."

"Ohhh!" His eyes like bulged out of its sockets. "I'm sorry, go on."

Jason listened intently and Jill continued. "But with you, it seems that for every minute that goes by I get comfortable with you, feelings just get better and better. You're a gentleman with naughty bits that I liked." She suppressed a giggle. "I don't know how to describe it but to cut it short I think you're the right guy to surrender my virginity. You're like heaven sent to me, I think you're really special and…and I want to make love with you," she said running her fingers through his hair.

Jason frowned a bit. "You're still a…?" Jason cleared a lump in his throat.

"Yes Jason," she said.

"I haven't been in bed with a virgin." 

"That makes us even. If it's any consolation to you, my magic wand vibrator have done the part of breaking my hymen years ago." 

"I brought you here simply because I…I feel that I found a treasure that I don't wanna lose. I have stripped the lust in my soul, stayed away from women, but with you it's different. No matter how much I cut you off my head the moment I saw you, you're always there and thinking of you is more than a monk's first orgasm." There was a pause. Then Jason continued. "If we do make love tonight I don't like it to be like the ultimate one night stand." 

Donna studied Jason's full eyes. One-night stand or not, she's ready to go all the way and treat her pussy with a cock by a guy of her choice. She's 22 for crying out loud!

"Oh Jason!" She breathed his name and embraced him. The taste of his mouth and silky tongue against hers sent a great wave of tenderness crashing over her. 

Donna felt his hands scooped under her bottom and lifted her up to sit her on the table and then he pulled her shirt over her head. The light of the moon gave a splendid light and shadow effect on her breasts. Beautiful, like the rest of her. He buried his nose into the cleavage, sniffed the hardening nipple before entrapping each between his trained lips. His hands slid up to her arms and held each then he kissed the outer side of one breast sliding up to the armpit.

"Jason…!" She gasped his name, wondering what he was exactly doing. 

"What? Are you cold?" He said noticing the goose bumps rising on her skin. 

"No. Must you have to do that, kiss my underarm?"

"If I feel like it, why not? One of the things that makes a woman beautiful is when she smells so good there, and everything follows."

"I can't bear it, you're tickling me," she giggled heartily.

Jason's nose slid back to her breast and he sucked her nipples one after another. Donna arched her back and moaned deeply and before she could help herself, she came and her body shook from head to toe. And he hadn't touched her where she craved to be touched.

Donna began undoing the belt of her shorts. Jason was quick to help and before long he was staring at her curvaceous hips exhibited by a string orange thong. Slowly he peeled off the thong exposing fine matting of coffee-colored pubic hair. The next moment, the bell tip of his cock was grazing that wonderful silky down of hers catching her moisture of arousal.

Oh, Janey, Sophia, Lilibeth, eat your hearts out. He's huge! Donna squealed in her head. She was so wet that his cock slid through her with nary a pain at all. Instead it was pleasure all the way as Jason began pumping her. He rode the wave like a fine tuned Jet Ski, cresting each wave and without faltering.

Donna was naked and spread-eagled on the floor. She was definitely getting a special fuck from Jason. She would groan loudly if Jason posed still on top of her. Occasionally Jason moved, grinding himself deeply into her, withdrawing, and then remaining motionless until the next short stab. It was driving Donna mad, until suddenly she'd clutched at him, locking her legs around his neck and screaming with complete abandon. 

Donna wondered if she was in love and ready to take Jason's offer as she and Jason soaked in the outdoor Jacuzzi. Under the water she could see his wonderful cock that pleasured her the most. She could throw her magic wand. His kisses still aroused her like the first time. She still needed a second helping. The lust was just overpowering. 

And Jason was voracious to her craving. Next moment she was lying across the edge of the Jacuzzi with legs apart and Jason was eating her out. Her butt raised at every lap he made and her moans were streaming uncontrollably. With incredible stamina Jason maneuvered her to different positions, from doggie, to spooning, each carrying various variations until he was back on top of her. Donna climaxed again and again and when it was his turn he announced it and she requested to pull it out so she could see him come.

Jason hesitated but obliged to her and how he came! His come splattered her body from face to pubes. For once in her life she felt a different happiness. 

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