During the week and a half after my argument with Jessi, and the eventful evening it had led to with Jessika, I began to return to a semblance of my routine from the time before I had started intimate relationships with the two women. I finished up my course materials and schedules for the upcoming semester, attended several department and college meetings, and suffered through several professional enrichment classes. I also maintained office hours during the week before the semester, and I saw several former students as well as a few students who would be new to my classes that semester but who wanted to get a jump on the course work.
During that time, Jessika and I texted back and forth regularly, although she would not commit to a time we could get together. That was something on which I did not really push her, however. We also called each other a few times, but those all had almost turned into phone sex before Jessika put an end to them. Even if it had not been so before, it became clear to me that Jessika was maintaining a little distance from me.
I did not hear from Jessi at all.
It was on Thursday afternoon of that second week, ten days after I had last seen Jessika and twelve days since I had last had contact with Jessi, that I texted a suggestion to Jessika.
"I had an idea, Jessika," I wrote. "Since the semester starts next week, how about we go away for the weekend as a way to have some good, not-so-clean fun before other demands on our time start to grow?"
"Oh, that sounds nice," she replied just seconds later.
"Just nice?" I countered.
"No," she sent back. "Fucking nice!"
"Is that a 'yes'?" I asked.
"I was thinking about working Saturday, but I don't have to," she answered. "So, YES!"
"Great!" I texted. "How does the coast, maybe Monterey, sound?"
"Wonderful," she responded. "Would we leave Friday?"
"Yes," I told her. "When will you be free?"
"Come get me from my place at 3:00pm," she instructed. "I'll be ready."
"Okay," I agreed.
I then went online and made reservations at a hotel on the beach for two nights. They were half what they would have been in the summer, but still pricey. However, I thought it was worth the price of the rooms if I could reignite my friends-with-benefits relationship with the lovely Jessika.
***
I was in the midst of finishing my packing on Friday afternoon when my phone pinged with a text. I assumed it would be from Jessika, so I was shocked when I saw it was not from the brunette but from my younger, blonde lover.
"Hey Mark," Jessi wrote. "I miss you. Wanna cum over tonight?" The text was followed by a winking face icon.
"I have plans tonight," I replied. "But we do need to talk about that email you sent to Jessika."
"Saturday night?" she asked.
"I am still busy," I replied.
"please dont be mad about the email," she texted. "It was stupid. Sorry."
"You need to apologize to Jessika, not to me," I pointed out.
"Can I see you if I do?" she inquired.
"No," I told her. "Jessika and I are going out of town."
I had hesitated before sending my last text, realizing that I risked not hearing from the blonde again for some time. However, I needed Jessi to know that not only was I truly busy over the weekend, but that her email had not damaged my relationship with my other lover.
"Ok," was Jessi's only response; I did not hear anything else from the blonde until Saturday night.
***
On the five hour drive to Monterey, Jessika and I talked about her plans for the upcoming semester (she teased me about having to switch English 102 classes since she could not take it from me as she had originally planned) and what I had done to prepare for my classes. We strayed a couple of time to talking about our pasts, but we both tried to steer clear of that too much. I think we both wanted to stay in the present as much as possible and just enjoy our time together.
It was 8:00pm when we entered our hotel room, which was equipped with a king-sized bed and a large, in-room whirlpool bathtub. Upon seeing the room, Jessika grabbed me and kissed me hard, her tongue skirmishing with mine.
"I take it you like the room," I said when our lips finally parted.
"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed as she fell, fully dressed, back onto the bed.
I stood admiring the curvaceous thirty-one-year-old brunette as she sat on the bed and leaned back, her arms supporting her. She was wearing tight gray jeans, black boots, and a dark red sweater. The sweater showed only a modest amount of cleavage, at least by Jessika's standards, but it still was quite alluring.
"I know you said something earlier about going to dinner once we got settled in," Jessika purred as she batted her lashes at me, "But I think room service would be better."
My lover than removed her sweater, revealing a white bra of such fine lace that it was nearly transparent. Her brown areola were clearly visible through the thin material, as were her erect nipples.
"Exquisite," I mumbled as I started at her chest.
"My boobs or the bra?" Jessika asked innocently.
"Both," I confessed as I moved so I was standing in front of her.
I reached down and massaged her large breasts through the lace of her bra, making sure to pay attention to her thick nipples as well. Jessika, who had begun to moan, unbuttoned my jeans as I played with her bosom.
When the fly of my pants was undone, Jessika pushed my hands away from her breasts, then grabbed both my pants and my underwear and pulled them down together. My erection bounced free, and almost the moment it did so, Jessika had wrapped her lips around the head and started sucking.
I thought about suggesting a shower - I was afraid I might not smell or taste that great down there after three hours of sitting in the car, but by the time I had formulated what I wanted to say, it became clear to me that Jessika did not have a problem with it as she was applying sufficient suction to hollow out her cheeks and showed no signs of distaste or discomfort.
