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  Eventually she realized the blood on the floor meant he had hurt himself, and she felt compelled to go check on him at least. She found him sitting on the back porch, a bottle of whisky on the glass topped table, his feet propped up next to it, swirling the amber liquid in a low glass. She got a paper towel and wet it at the sink, then walked out to where he sat. He didn’t seem to notice her as he stared into the sky, so she looked at the cut on his foot, carefully wiping away the blood with the wet paper towel.

  "You have a piece of glass in your foot, Jack. Do you have any antiseptic and bandages?"

  He took another sip, but didn’t even acknowledge her. When he didn’t respond, she went through the house looking in bathrooms and medicine cabinets. In the on-suite bathroom, she found a first aid kit under the sink. The closet had been emptied, wire hangers strewn on the floor, with only a small section of men’s clothes remaining on one side. Whatever else might be going on, his wife didn’t take all those clothes on a trip to Grandma’s house.

  When she got back he was still in the same spot with the same expression on his face. She opened the first aid kit and got out the hydrogen peroxide, tweezers, and bandages. After sterilizing the tweezers, she carefully pulled the nickel sized piece of glass from his foot. He winced, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge her at all. She poured the hydrogen peroxide into the cut and wiped the excess off with the towel before bandaging his foot and taping it up.

  "I’m sorry..." Julie said as she finished, closing the first aid kit. "For everything."

  "Thank you." Jack said. "Me too... I mean it."

  "I know."

  Julie stood silently for a moment. Just as she was going to excuse herself to leave, he spoke again. "Can we please start over?" He looked up at her with such a forlorn expression that she felt herself moved to pity him.

  "Yes." She extended her hand. "I’m Julie."

  "I’m Jack." He shook her hand with a sad smile.

  "I should probably go shut the front door before someone thinks you’ve had a break in."

  When she returned from the entryway, she put the money on the counter in the kitchen. She thought about his offer of dinner and opened the refrigerator. He had two steaks sitting on a plate, so she grabbed them and took them to the patio along with the salt and pepper shakers.

  He was still sipping his whisky while Julie fumbled around with the knobs on the grill. Eventually she figured it out and got the fire going and she noticed he had a sad smile. She dropped the steaks on to sizzle, and then sprinkled a little salt and pepper on top.

  Julie took the plate back in and sat it in the sink. As she opened drawers to find tongs of some kind to turn the steaks, Jack limped in and began to pull out the ingredients for a salad, letting her figure out on her own where things were.

  Eventually, the layout of the kitchen began to make sense as she pulled out two clean plates, silverware, napkins, and took them out to set the patio table. He brought out the salad bowl and a long roll of French bread wrapped in foil, putting the bread on top of the grill to warm.

  By the time they sat down to eat, she had drunk two cold beers and was feeling more relaxed. Their quiet preparation time seemed to let them get comfortable around each other. Jack broke the silence as they started to eat.

  "So, you mentioned you had a strained relationship with your mother," he prompted dryly. It took a moment for her to realize he was trying to be funny. When it hit her she gave him a chuckle.

  "Cute. Yeah, my mom is something else. She works in a pawn shop all day and then drinks her share of rent at the bar next door every night. She used to be a looker, but too many years of sitting on her ass behind a counter have taken their toll. Now when I get into a Yo Momma joke contest, I always lose because most of it is true." He snorted at her comment and continued chewing on his steak.

  "I never knew my dad, but as little as she has said over the years, I’m not sure she did either. It’s weird when I think about it, but I am probably just the union of my mom and some guy who couldn’t do any better at closing time." She tried to say it in a light hearted way, but it still stung. "Mom has a sister, but they haven’t spoken since before I can remember. And that wraps up the whole family tree for me. What about you?"

  "Well, my parents are still together out in Louisiana. We are what you call coonasses out that way, on both sides of the family. I grew up on the bayou, fishing with my grandfather and eating things you probably wouldn’t believe. I have four older brothers and three older sisters, all of whom are jealous that Mom likes me best, especially Laurie." Jack made a face when he said his sister’s name.

  He took a drink of beer before continuing. "I come from a huge family with lots of cousins, uncles, and aunts; around fifty immediate kin. We still get together on holidays, throw these huge outdoor parties with a zydeco band playing and crawfish on the boil. My wife never cared much for them, a little too low class for her. They could tell she was stuck up about it, which caused me no end of grief from Mom."

  "So what happened with your wife?" Julie realized she actually wanted to know. He didn’t seem quite as big an asshole now as she had assumed at first.

  "I honestly don’t know. I mean, I admit I screwed up, but this almost feels like I’m getting a death sentence for littering. Sophie won’t even let me spend time with the girls at this point. She has told all our friends things about our marriage that I never would have said about her if the situations were reversed."

  "Jack, I have to tell you, for someone who just met Sophie yesterday, she is a real bitch."

  "Yeah, it bothered me the way she spoke to you. That was part of the reason I was hoping you’d come in. I really did want to make it up to you."

  Julie couldn’t stop herself asking the obvious question. "How the hell did a nice guy like you end up with her?"

  Jack sighed. "My Mom asked me the same question from the very beginning. I met Sophie in college. I was studying marketing and business management and she was just taking classes until she could decide on a major. We met at some fraternity mixer and just hit it off. We started dating, and it seemed like the next thing I knew she had picked out a ring. I had to take a job offshore with my uncle over that last summer to get the money for it, but I thought it was worth it when I gave it to her at Christmas." He looked down with a sad smile.

  "Wait, you were able to afford that rock she had on while you were still in college? Holy shit, did she ever play you."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I’ve known girls like her, Jack. Let me guess, she ended up not finishing her degree."

  "Yeah, but she didn’t really need to."

  "Exactly. She wasn’t going to school for an education, Jack, she was going to school for a husband. I saw that rock on her finger. You spent, what, ten grand on that? While you were still in college?"

  He looked a little embarrassed. "Closer to fifteen."

  Julie whistled.

  "It wasn’t like that! We really loved each other then. After school I got a job working for this big oil field equipment company. I started out doing sales and found out I had a real knack for it. The CEO Mike Phillips said I was a natural and put me over most of the big customers in the south and southeast."

  "So what happened?"

  "I just couldn’t seem to get ahead. Sophie was pushing me to try and get into management, but honestly I’m a better salesman than a manager. I like building the relationships with the customers and being out of the office, but it seemed like no matter how much I earned there were always more bills. When she finally got pregnant with Jen, I thought it would slow things down a little, but if anything it got worse. By the time Lisa was born, we were actually carrying balances on the credit cards with nothing in the bank."

  "I’m not even going to ask what you earned, but that doesn’t sound right to me."

  "I went through our accounts and expenses all the time. The numbers added up, but there was just nothing left. I started asking her to cut down on things we didn’t need, to
put the girls into a less expensive preschool, but she would argue with me about it until all we did was fight."

  "Wow." Julie had the feeling that Sophie was playing a deeper game than Jack realized. She put down her utensils and reached over to pat his arm. "Now I think I understand why you might want to trade with me. I’m so sorry for what you are going through."

  "Look, I have to tell you, it’s been really nice having you over for dinner, misunderstandings aside. My plan before I heard your message was to drink most of this bottle of scotch and then sleep where I fell. This has already been a definite step up from that. I really appreciate you talking to me."

  Julie found herself wondering why any woman would throw away a perfectly good guy like Jack. He wasn’t as depressing to be around as she’d feared, just a little down and out, which made her want to take care of him. Besides, the slight beer buzz she had going was making her start to imagine what he looked like naked. She decided to roll the dice and see what happened.

  Her expression softened into a kind smile and she touched his cheek. He surprised her by shutting his eyes and kissing her open palm. They both stood at the same time as Jack drew her into his arms.

  Their first kiss was electric, tingling along from her hair to her toes. She opened her mouth to his tongue teasing along her lips. They kissed for a long time, hands moving slowly to caress, swaying to music only they seemed to hear. She was warming up nicely when he suddenly pulled back to look at her. "I, uh... I’m not sure I can do this."

  Julie gave him an encouraging smiled. "We don’t have to do anything, Jack. How about we just sit down on the couch and talk a little? That was nice, wasn’t it?"

  "Yes." Jack flushed a deep red. "Very nice."

  He allowed her to draw him back inside the house and into the living room. When they reached the couch Jack looked nervous, but sat close to her when she pulled him down. He reached over to touch her hair. His fingers were trembling. "Why are you doing this?" he asked.

  "I really don’t know. You seem a little lost. Maybe I’d just like to make you feel better." Julie chuckled lightly. "Besides, you’re a good looking man, Jack. Does a girl really need more reason than that?"

  His answer was to lean down to kiss her again while the heat built back up between them. She let him lead how fast he wanted to go. When he finally moved his hand over her breast, she let him know she liked it by sucking air through her lips and pushing into his hand. She touched him on his chest in return and ran her fingernails down to his stomach, making him twitch and gasp.

  Julie slowly kissed his neck and his ears, and while he was distracted by her soft nibbling, she helped him along by moving his hand under her sweatshirt. Her encouragement led him to touch her breasts without any further assistance. He ran his thumb across the soft fabric covering her nipples which made her moan softly against his ear.

  When he brushed his hand back down across her mons, she couldn’t take it anymore. "I want you. Don’t make me beg, Jack."

  Jack pulled back to look in her eyes, his face flushed bright red and his eyes wide. He nodded and helped her to her feet. They walked slowly to his bedroom, holding hands as they recovered their breath. As they passed the threshold, he let go of her hand and began to tug at the snap of her jeans. She lifted her sweatshirt over her head as he began to slide her jeans over her hips. He whispered, "I love your bra and panties."

  "Thank you," she said, pulling his undershirt over his head and running her hands over his lightly haired chest. He was much more fit than the loose suit he had been wearing earlier had suggested, and she regretted calling him soft to Cathy earlier. The button on his jeans stymied her for a moment, but he tugged the button fly open with a practiced hand. She slid her hands into his jeans, straightening his shaft through his underwear, cooing as his already moist head peeked out taller than the elastic band on his briefs, stopping only an inch or so from his navel.

  "Oh my..." She ran her hands into his underwear, suddenly hungry to have him in her mouth.

  His eyes shut in pleasure at her touch. She bent over and planted a kiss on the tip, sliding down the jeans and underwear and then taking more of him into her mouth. "Oh... yes," he whispered. She seductively pushed him back towards the bed, her eyes locked onto his the whole time.

  He lay back on the bed as she knelt between his legs, sliding his balls around with her fingers and licking down his shaft. He could only groan as she continued to lick up and down, taking his head into her mouth for a moment each time she reached the top. He was too large to take into her mouth fully, but she tried her best anyway.

  She used one hand to press against the base of his shaft, the other to grip him hard just under his head. Her small hand couldn’t reach around his shaft completely, but she could still move his skin over its hard interior. As she slid as much of his head as she could into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around and moved her hands together. He clenched his muscles to lift himself with her motions, groaning and gasping loudly as she brought him closer to his release.

  She felt him tense up. The base of his shaft pulsed a warning, and she slid in as much of him as she dared into her mouth without gagging. The first hot blast hit the back of her throat and filled her mouth faster than she could swallow. She kept her hands moving as he moaned her name, straining for a long moment of tension as the last bit dribbled onto her tongue, to finally relax into a wet heap on the bed.

  She was careful when she slipped him out of her mouth, letting his softening shaft hang down, still amazed at his proportions. She kissed his stomach as she crawled her way onto the bed, then his chest, finally to nestle herself against his side with his arm coming around her shoulder.

  "That was the best sex I’ve ever had, seriously," he said, panting. "And we didn’t even have sex."

  "Yet." Julie said with a purr. "That was so nice, but you have no idea how much I want you right now."

  He chuckled, then looked down at his soft manhood, nowhere near ready for another round yet. "I’m recovering as fast as I can. Let me go get a drink. Want anything from the kitchen?"

  "You," she said with a smile. "And a glass of water."

  She watched his taut ass as he walked away, marveling at how this could have happened. When Cathy had found the shoes earlier, sex was the last thing on her mind. Now, she burned for him with a passion that she barely understood herself.

  When he came back with her water, she was naked, spread out to take up the whole bed, with her eyes closed. The bed shook when he sat next to her, then she felt his lips drizzle cold water in her mouth while he kissed her. She hummed happily, even enjoying it when some of the cold water spilled out along her cheeks. He kept feeding her water until the glass was empty and the pillow was damp.

  "Oh, that's nice," she whispered, opening her eyes.

  Putting the glass back down on the night stand, he moved around to climb up from the bottom of the bed, sliding his arms underneath her thighs. The cool breath on her mons made her gasp. He gazed at her beautiful, smooth sex for what seemed like forever before gently kissing her along the crease of her thigh. Julie sucked in air from her teeth at the contact. He kissed her everywhere except where she wanted. Finally, in frustration, she grabbed his hair and pushed his mouth onto her slit. He chuckled and began to lick, opening her with his tongue, to then slide it into her.

  The sensation made her raise her knees and push against his face while she ran her fingers through his hair. He kept a slow, steady pace, licking from top to bottom, bottom to top. She began to draw ragged breaths, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hung open. She was so close, and his tongue felt so good, but she knew something that would feel even better. "Take me, take me, I want to feel you inside me."

  He bit his lip. "This is a bad time to bring this up, but I don’t have any condoms."

  "I have one in my purse."

  "It... uh... won’t fit," he said, sounding embarrassed. "I had to buy custom condoms the last time I needed one."

  She
hesitated, but his breath was still gently blowing over her wet mons making it hard to think. "Oh, just fuck me!"

  He slid up next to her, raised up on one elbow to guide himself in. She felt his head spread her open as it slipped inside. He began to make small movements back and forth, giving her plenty of time to adjust to the pleasant intrusion. She had her eyes shut and worried that she looked like he was hurting her, but she was feeling nothing like pain.

  "Oh! Keep going..."

  The sensation, when he finally went all the way in, made her hang weakly onto his shoulders. He let her catch her breath then began to thrust, slow movements at first, but picking up the tempo as she began to respond. She moaned as he continued to thrust within her, plowing into her body. He was so big and she had never felt so full.

  She smiled up at him as she saw beads of sweat begin to form on his muscular frame. "Let me get on top," she said. He smiled, then wrapped his hands around her back and lifted. She squealed a little with delight as he rolled over, bringing her with him. When he stopped rolling, she found herself on top of him, every inch of their skin touching.

  His hands went to her ass, spreading her open and thrusting into her from underneath. She felt him hammer into her, feeling so good that she wanted to scream. Suddenly, his hands moved from her ass to her sides.

  "Bounce on me," he said. "I want to see your beautiful body."

  She smiled and straightened up, beginning to grind against his massive dick. His hands grabbed her breasts, kneading the flesh more than a little roughly as she bounced on him. All the while, his eyes looked her up and down like she really was beautiful.

  Suddenly, he reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her back down to his body. He tightened his fist, lightly pulling a handful of her hair as he began to deeply thrust in her again. She gasped with how much pleasure coursed through her body.

  His lips went to her ear. "I want you to lay down on your side." He released her hair from his hand.

  She couldn't seem to move fast enough. Immediately she knelt up, surprised at the how badly she wanted his cock in her body again. She laid on her side, facing away from him but snuggling up as close to him as she could. He quickly entered her again.