"I said I wouldn't sleep in your bed. I did not say you couldn't share mine."
"Are you serious?" Elliot asked incredulously.
"Dead serious. Elliot, answer a question for me please."
"Sure"
"Have you ever made love to a woman who had absolutely nothing to lose?"
"What?"
"Have you ever been fucked by a woman like you were the last man on earth?"
"What?"
"Elliot, my love. Tonight is your lucky night. Now come to me, Lover."
Forgetting Amy and the argument that put him on the streets, Elliot went to Jenna and embraced her. As their lips met, Elliot truly felt I fire he had never experienced before. As she kissed him he felt himself gasping for air, but not wanting to come up. Her soft lips parted and Elliot probed with his tongue, finding hers and sucking on it, trying to exercise some element of restraint. He really believed that he could explode into orgasm then and there. Her kisses were taking him to unexplored heights.
Trying to avoid looking like a high school kid getting his first taste of sex, Elliot attempted to unbutton her blouse. To his utter surprise, she ripped it away, fabric and buttons flying through the air. Then it was off and Jenna was down to her bra. Elliot bent to kiss her breasts. Showing a strength out of character for such a petite woman, she ripped away the bra, flinging it across the room. Her breasts were the most beautiful he had ever seen. Not the largest, but, without question, the most perfect. Reaching behind her, she unfastened her skirt and it fell to the floor All that remained were the same white panties that had him so mesmerized when he stared at her on the bookstore floor.
Elliot did not remember undressing, but when he looked again, he was nude. His thick shaft was erect and throbbing. All he could do was to look at Jenna, her beautiful breasts and those sexy white panties. Jenna raised her mouth to meet his, kissing him deeply. He gasped as he felt her soft hand wrap around his manhood.
He couldn't get enough of her. The kisses were deep and lingering. His hands explored her body with a reckless abandon. He grabbed her hair as he continued to kiss her. Understanding his signal, Jenna began to kiss his neck as well as his chest as she moved further and further down his body. By now she was stroking his cock as she dropped to her knees placing her face directly in front of his swollen organ. Elliot watched as she licked the tip of his cock. Up, down and around her tongue manipulated him and when the thought he could take no more, she placed her lips around his shaft and took all of him into her mouth. Pumping up and down on his cock with such fierceness that it was both frightening and exciting. Amy was a good lover, but nothing like this. Jenna was in total control, and Elliot could only be glad she was.
"Gonna stand there and watch or return the favor?" she whispered.
Instinctively, Elliot pulled her up and kissed her again, pulling her with him to the bed. He turned her around and sat her on the edge of the bed, gently spreading her legs while dropping to his knees directly in front of her pussy. Elliot leaned into her damp love opening and kissed it. Her wetness excited him further. He began licking her, alternating between hard long laps with his full tongue and quick, flitting licks with the tip of his tongue. Jenna writhed on the bed, moving her wet opening to meet his tongue.
"Oh, God, Elliot. Lick me. Lick my pussy!" she begged. "Don't ever stop, Baby!"
Her pleadings only excited Elliot further and he began to stroke himself uncontrollably while he licked Jenna's wet pussy. Everything was so good, so hot that he wanted to do this forever.
"Put it in me, Elliot!" she pleaded. "I need you to fuck me! Now!"
Elliot was torn between his desire to maintain this state of ecstasy and a burning desire to fuck Jenna until she exploded into orgasm. He knew that his own would follow soon thereafter. Elliot stood to his feet and guided his large cock between her legs, deep into the moist hot pussy in front of him.
"Baby, oh baby, please fuck me. Give it to me!" moaned Jenna.
Driven by her beauty, passion and his own throbbing desire, Elliot fucked her. He slid his cock in and out of her pussy and she matched him thrust for thrust. Her wet opening swallowed him just has her mouth had only moments earlier. On and on they went and each time he felt he would explode and empty his juices into her, she would reach and grab the base of his cock, holding him off.
"Look at me, Elliot!" she screamed. "I'm going to come and I want you to look at me"
Looking into her beautiful face and staring at her beautiful breasts was more than he could handle. As her face twisted in the throes of orgasm, Elliot felt her stiffen. Excited by his ability to excite Jenna, he fucked her even harder. Then it happened. Jenna came in torrents.
"Oh, shit, Elliot. Fuck me dammit! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me! Come with me, Baby! Please come with me!
Elliot was helpless. He felt his body tighten and felt the first burst of hot semen leave his body and enter hers. With each jerk, he shoved his cock deeper into her waiting cunt, pumping her fuller and fuller. They were not only lovers, they were a mutual orgasm. On and on it went, longer than Elliot could ever remember having happened at any time in his life. They fucked until they could no longer moved. Elliot collapsed onto her and they lay together enjoying the fruits of unexpected love.
They were still.
But only for a while. Jenna nudged him. He felt her kisses as she began to explore his body again until her mouth again found his cock. Although unwilling at first, her kisses and the feeling of himself inside her warm mouth stirred him to life again. He would not have believed it.
An on it went. Each time seemingly more intense than the time before. Elliot lost count.
The night ran into morning. Elliot was unsure when one ended and the other began. And it would not have mattered except that a few rays of sun sneaked through the blinds on the bedroom window, waking him from his sleep and making him aware that these last few hours of ecstasy were over. Instinctively, he reached over to embrace his new lover. All his hand found was an empty pillow.
Rubbing his eyes, trying to awaken, he called for her. "Jenna, Jenna"
There was no answer. Only the sound of the water running in the shower. The panic subsided and Elliot relaxed. This woman was something special. The last thing he wanted was a one-nighter. He didn't fully know what last night was about, but he knew it was something different, and something very special.
Elliot found his boxers tangled in the sheets on the floor. He pulled them on and made his way to the bathroom door. Tapping gently, he called out, "Looking for some company?" No answer. After knocking for the third time, Elliot turned the handle. The door was unlocked, so he pushed it open, expecting to find Jenna waiting for him.
"Surprise...." But to his surprise, the shower was empty. The water ran freely, but only hit the floor of the stall. Elliot made his way to the front room. No sign of Jenna. Maybe he had taken up too much of her bed and she had moved to his. He made his way to his bedroom door. His bed was undisturbed and unoccupied.
"Jenna, where are you, Babe?" He checked the other bathroom and the kitchen. She was not here. He went back to the bedroom to check for her clothes. Elliot was shocked. Her clothes lay scattered around the room where she had left them the night before. Frantically, Elliot searched again. Still no sign of the beautiful stranger. Where could she have gone? Finally, logic began to replace his anxiety. Obviously she had borrowed some of his clothes and stepped out. No doubt she would return to pick up her clothes. He would either wait for her or leave a note on the door, which he would lock when he left. She would have to call him to get in.
Elliot returned to the shower and turned off the water. He again made his way to the kitchen and poured a cup of hot coffee. Wait a minute, where did the coffee come from. Obviously Jenna had made it when she got up. The coffee was strong and black, the way he liked it. This morning, he needed it.
He walked to the door to pick up his morning paper. But as he passed the table in the den, he noticed it was already there. Elliot could only assume that Jenna had placed it there when she left. A quick look at the news and Elliot would have to get ready for work. He scanned the sports section, and the front page. Nothing too interesting in either. He moved on to local news. A new bond issue was to be voted on next week, nothing too interesting. To the side column where the headline read, "Local woman killed by Reckless Driver in Bookstore Parking Lot."
What the hell? Elliot could not move, his eyes frozen to the woman's picture just under the headline. It, it was Jenna. There was no doubt. Elliot released a primal scream, "No! No! No!"
Elliot shook uncontrollably. He forced himself to read the article. Obviously a cruel joke, but the story indicated that a local woman was run over in the parking lot of the "Cover to Cover" bookstore, as she and her husband exited. He was hit also and was in critical condition at a local hospital. The driver had not been found.
Elliot had to call the police. Jenna was not dead. She was with him all night. They had talked. They had made love. There had to be a mistake. He threw the paper aside and reached for the phone. Suddenly, he noticed the distinct fragrance that Jenna had worn. Then he saw it.
Taped to the phone was a white envelope with his name printed on front. Elliot tore it loose from the phone and stared at it. It shook in his hands. Finally, he was able to open it and remove the contents. It was a letter. Handwritten in an attractive, cursive style that was obviously feminine. It must be from Jenna. Elliot read.
"My dear Elliot,
I am so sorry if my disappearance and the newspaper article have startled you. Hopefully last night will compensate for any pain or anxiety that I have caused you. And no doubt you are having a difficult time grasping all this. But it is true, Elliot. I was overrun by a car in the bookstore parking lot. I died instantly. My husband will recover. I realize this is hard to believe or understand, so let me explain as best I can. I can't fill in all the blanks since I'm kinda new at this myself. Never been dead before, Elliot.
When the ambulance came and took my body, as well as my purse and other personal belongings, I strangely remained behind. I watched them load my poor husband in the ambulance also. I climbed in, still not fully aware that I was alive. But when the ambulance left, I was still standing in the parking lot. It was so strange. I was a mixture of matter and energy. But I soon came to realize, Dear Elliott, that I was very much dead.
