Jessica Pt 12

I must say to you even though you already know. I have fallen for my multi-faceted Jessica. Not just the sexy talented singer. Or the mind-blowing lover. Not just the gentle woman that should have been a mother or the girl that wants to take care of me and make me healthier. But the whole package. From my point of view, she has not been in my life that long. The impact Jessica has made on me is significant. So much so, I don't want to go back to my old life.

We spent the next morning doing the usual tasks. Laundry, bills, house cleaning and occasionally doting on each other.

The afternoon finds us dressing for the evening. It will be just Jessica and I this evening. When it is just us, the plan is a bit more fluid. Jessica has me singing more often. We play duets and sometimes Jessica plays alone. Rather than follow set lists to the letter, we play around more. Kind of do things as we feel it. The music still tends to be standard Christmas stuff. Jazz Christmas favorites, classic carols with a jazz flavor, but not some of the "newer pop" stuff. I admit I don't care for much of it. You can call me old if you like. I don't care. Some of that new music is just plain ugly. No real melody, just a lot of drums and screaming.

My opinion.

The evening went very well indeed. It is smooth and nice. People dance and enjoy one another. I think that is one of the things I like most about what we do. Seeing folks relax and have fun. That we can do this for them is pleasurable and rewarding. Jessica is her usual hot self. That mellow alto voice of hers gets them every time and she has them in the palm of her hand. I don't mind if she performs this way. It's our job. And I also know Jessica will be going home with me. So, there you have it.

I did notice a couple of guys sitting by the back wall. They weren't drinking much and seemed to be writing and taking a lot of notes. I wonder what that's all about. Around midnight and we finish up. Time to go home.

The ride home is okay. At home we have a glass of wine before showering.

Jessica asks.

"Roger, when do we leave on our Christmas vacation?"

I told her we will fly out the 18th and return the 28th.

She nods her head a little and adds,

"I want to have Lainie and Sara over for the night before we leave so they can have their presents. We can make cookies or something and do what we did before. I really enjoyed that and want it again. Do you think Gus and his wife will let us?"

I've known Gus for some time. He and his wife are busy with two little girls and a full work schedule.

I say to my little Jessica,

"You want to offer to care for their girls and give them time to be husband and wife alone time? I have to say I think they will take that opportunity. Especially since it went so well the first time. And I think the girls are very fond of you already. But let's talk to Gus this weekend and see what we might be worked out."

"Roger."

She speaks,

"You are a good man. No, not a good man but a great man. Thank you for doing this for me. I love you."

Then she comes and falls against me. Jessica has so much love inside her. This is a chance for her to let some out. Lainie and Sara will be on the receiving end. I don't mind sharing Jessica.

We met Gus, Nick, and Donovan on Friday afternoon. It is our normal routine to discuss set lists and practice a little. Things go smoothly. I did take some time to talk to Gus about Jessica's offer. Well, he was all smiles. Apparently, the girls raved about their time with us and how much fun they had. Gus and his wife went out for a very nice dinner and then home for some, uh well, you know.

He will speak with his wife, and it will be set up for before we leave for vacation. Jessica is very excited and happy about this. We had a great night of Christmas Jazz. The solos are passed around to all. Donovan took the lead on melody for the tune "Snowfall." His rendition was amazing and haunting and beautiful. We may need to think about keeping him with the group after the holidays, if he wants.

Something else I noticed tonight. Those two guys are back and taking more notes. I wonder.

At about one o'clock, we went home. Jessica had already made plans for the night with Lainie and Sara. I have also been informed we need to get a Christmas tree. There hasn't been a Christmas tree in my home since I lived with Mom and Dad. I suppose this means more shopping. Part of Jessica's plan entails me putting up the tree and she and the girls decorating it. There is to be more baking and more girly things as before. I don't know if we will even try to have the little ones sleep on the sofa. They may just come to bed with us. Sounds to me like Jessica has things well in hand. I'll just help.

"Roger!! Get up and get going. We have shopping to do."

This is the first thing I heard.

But it's Saturday and we must work late tonight. But Jessica will not be dissuaded. Espresso and breakfast and we are out shopping for trees, (fake) and all the trimming we will need. Somewhere along the way, Jessica is picking up other things for the girls. You know, soaps and lotions, brushes, combs, and hair stuff. Things little girls need. It's going to be a long day.

We managed a light lunch while out. Then we made home in time to change for work. I am going to need a lot of espresso tonight. Jessica dons a neon pink halter dress for tonight. It hugs her from the neck all the way down to her black spike heels. Her hair is loose and hangs just past her shoulders now. I do like her long hair. Time to go to work.

Another prosperous night ensues. Lots of people tonight. They make requests which we try to honor. The group is flexible enough we can pull it off. Not always, but most of the time.

The one request we got was fun. Someone asked if we'd do "Baby It's Cold Outside." That was a Roger/Jessica duet. We had fun.

And those two guys are back taking notes again. But I don't let them bother me.

The place is jumping tonight. They have been kind enough to keep me supplied with espresso through the evening. So, I'm a little wired. Our breaks are way too short. Even though we try to rest and relax. Midnight comes and goes, we are busy. One comes and goes; we are still busy. Even at two in the morning, we are busy. Then at 2:30, things finally slow down. We pack up so fast, it would make your head spin.

I inform the rest to just show up to tune. Then we will play. No practice tomorrow. I am completely worn out. Seems someone had me up early to go to Christmas shopping.

There is no wine once we are home and very little discussion. Mostly there is a shower and bed. Jessica throws another blanket on the bed. This in combination with the flannel sheets means we can sleep naked and be warm. The lights are off and I think we both slept in minutes. The caffeine had no effect.

I seem to be in a semi conscience state in whatever time it is. It's light outside. That's all I know. Jessica is still passed out by my side. So, I will do the best thing possible. I go back to sleep.

I wake up later and feel better. I must disengage myself from Jessica's grasp. All she does is let go a long whine. "Noooo." I find and look at the clock. Nope, we can stay in bed a few more hours. A short trip to the bathroom and back I go.

Jessica wears a happy face as she snuggles back in. I like this very much. Sunday, as always, is an early night for us. But no one hangs around. We are all still bushed from Saturday. Jessica and I hit the shower and the bed as quickly as possible.

Arrangements have been made. Lainie and Sara will be with us Wednesday again. This means I must get the tree up. We grocery shop for the needed cooking items. Jessica speaks meatloaf and fries for the meal. Salad if I want.

Monday and Tuesday are uneventful at the lounge. Jessica and I clean the house Wednesday morning in prep for the girls. The flannel sheets are laundered, and the bed remade. The evening viewing will be Frosty and the Grinch.

The girls are delivered to us in the midafternoon. This is good. More time to bake cookies, decorate trees and other activities. Lainie and Sara seem very pleased with the tree. Cookie baking is a major mess, but a great deal of fun. Dinner is eaten and once more I am relegated to clean up. Jessica sees to it the girls have a bath.

They arrive back in the living room as before. Flannel nighties and towels on their heads. They will be opening the things Jessica got them for Christmas. Then, the curlers come out. There is more painting of finger and toenails. Frosty saves the day and The Grinch is thwarted and becomes a good person. All is as it should be.

Two sleepy girls are put in our bed. Jessica and I clean up and change into pajamas. As soon as Jessica is in bed, Sara is cuddled with her and sucking her thumb. A very pleasant day it was and a perfect evening.

The morning comes round. Oatmeal will not cut things with the girls today. They would like pancakes. Okay then, pancakes are coming up. Do we have syrup? They don't want syrup. They want jelly on the pancakes. Okay. The girls need to clean up again after all this.

Late in the morning, their mom picks them up. She looks tired, but happy. I wonder what she and Gus did last night. Or maybe I don't. The girls and their new treasures are loaded. They depart with the promise of doing this again.

Jessica and I have time for a nap. Later, a bit more refreshed, we dress and head to the lounge. Next week, we fly out for vacation. All is ready and I am looking forward to it. One crazy weekend at the lounge to go. I guess we will be back for New Year's. That is usually an ordeal as well. But vacation first.

Sunday is busier than normal. I imagine it is due to more folks out shopping. They then stop there to have a drink and take some time. The choices we play this evening reflect this mood.

Jessica has chosen an interesting outfit for tonight. Black slacks and heels, a very sheer blouse with a black bustier underneath. As always, she is exquisite.

There is something different about her. I can't quite place what it is. Jessica looks different. I can't explain. But her manner and singing attracts much attention from the listeners. By eleven, the place is dead. We pack and head for home.

Gus tells Jessica and me how much the girls liked being with us. The presents were also much appreciated. Both Lainie and Sara have been practicing with their new microphones to sound like Aunt Jessica. Too cute.

It is early for us. Though the weekend was long and busy, we didn't want to go to bed just yet. A Gewürztraminer chilled does things nicely. I find a place on the sofa and contemplate my wine.

Jessica reenters the room. She parades back and forth to ask,

"How do you like my outfit tonight?"

Jessica makes certain I receive all possible views of her.

Then she adds.

"Maybe without the blouse?"

It is removed very seductively. The contrast of her flesh and black fabric of the bustier. Is it my imagination? Are Jessica's boobs bigger? Or is it the bustier? I don't know but she is certainly beautiful and sexy.

Pieces of clothing come my way. The heels dropped in my lap. A bit more parading, then the black slacks. Jessica is clad in black panties and the bustier. She looks fantastic and seems to have a glow about her. The panties are tossed at me.

Jessica straddles my lap.

"Roger, would you like to remove the bustier?" She purrs.

Before I can answer, her lips press mine.

The bustier is surprisingly easy for me to remove. Jessica's breasts are released for me to have and love. It is impossible for me to keep my hands from her. Hands explore as lips do. Passion and excitement are building.

Jessica pushes away and stands.

"I'll be right back." She whispers.

I am left sitting there with my mouth open. She trots off the bathroom. I do the logical thing. I stand and remove my own clothing to add it to her pile on the floor. I then returned to my seat.

Jessica returns.

"I see you are ready for me. How nice of you Roger."

Jessica returns to my lap and sinks down on me in slow wonderful torturous motion. She is hot and wet as she pushes down. Our arms encircle the other and we return to deep and passionate kissing. My hands find her breasts to squeeze and fondle.

"Easy big boy, they are a little tender." Jessica licks in my ear.

Perhaps I am being too rough. Both of my hands reach down to hold her butt. I pull her as close as possible as she gyrates in my lap. She is building and so am I. Then as she nears climax, I do as well.

We do this together. Jessica stays in my lap for some time. We held one another. After a while, she rises and pulls me along. The shower is our next stop. Later in bed, we both wear a very contented smile.

Now and again, I wake in the night. I have no idea why. But Jessica is there in the darkness. The gentle sounds of her breath. The smooth and warm feel of her naked body with mine. Her one hand on my chest. I kiss the top of her head as I hold her in the night. How did we come to be this way? What of the future? My mind is alive with possibilities and sleep now alludes me.

But I don't mind. The most important thing in my life is next to me. It is in those moments I make up my mind. Jessica needs to be my wife and partner. I have shopping to do. It will be difficult as we are inseparable. We have not been apart since the one time I went to work without her. So, I think I will ask her in the morning. Then I can take her shopping and buy the ring she likes. Yes, that's it.

Night slowly relinquishes to morning. I have been awake most of the night thinking. I don't know how much time I have left. But I know this. I want it with Jessica. Every second of every day. I just can't see it any other way.

Slowly, her eyes opened. I smile at her sleepy face. A few rays of Sun begin to fill the room.

I speak.

"Jessica, I have something serious to ask you."

She frowns at the tone of my voice. Jessica knows it is important. Immediately she is concerned and wary.

"What?? What wrong Roger?" She probes.

Now she is looking for me full in the face, complete with furrowed brow.

"Nothing is wrong Jessica, nothing at all. But I have a question for you." I answer.

Now she quietly waits. I take a long slow and deep breath.

In all my years, I have never asked this question.

"Jessica, I want you to be my wife. Marry me please."

Now it is my turn to wait. Jessica stares into my eyes most intently. Her expression softens.

"Yes Roger. Yes, I will marry you."

Her head returns to my chest, and we stay in bed for a little longer.

The later morning finds us up and making espresso.

I say to her.

"I would like to get dressed and go shopping."

"What for?" she inquires.

I smile but I'm serious too.

"I want to put a ring on your finger, and I want it today. Your pick. I don't care what it costs, but I want it now."

She speaks.

"Roger, you don't have to do this. I know you love me, and you know I love you."

"Nope!" I state. "I want this for you today. Now let's get dressed and go shopping."

I must physically push her to the bedroom. She might have received a little butt swat for motivation. Jessica is all smiles as am I. I think she is getting into the spirit of things. Now she takes her time getting ready to go. Jessica does full makeup and hair. She also dresses very nicely in slacks, heels, blouse, and jacket. Jessica looks very sharp and extraordinarily pretty. I take the cue and dress accordingly in a suit and tie. Off we go to shop. I am excited at the prospect of what we are doing.

The jewelry stores are open by the time we get out. I don't know a thing about jewelry. I wear a watch and that's it. But Jessica states we should have matching wedding rings. That had not occurred to me, and I agree with her. The next several hours are spent looking at various cuts and shapes, colors of gold and a myriad of designs.

Jessica settles on a Marquise cut and white gold. It will have to be mounted and sized. I insist it be today. This will cost me extra and I don't care. The wedding rings we can get later. The engagement ring we will pick up this afternoon before we go to work. A fruitful morning. We had some lunch while out. Jessica is next to me the entire time and smiling broadly now. I think perhaps I have made her very happy.

We spend some time walking around and doing some other shopping. Jessica never once let's go of my hand. The hour arrives and a text tells me the item is ready for pick up. We arrived and the ring slipped onto her hand there in the store. Jessica stares at her hand and smiles for the longest time.

I don't anticipate any great changes to our lives. I am old-fashioned I suppose. To me, this makes things official. I will make certain Jessica receives all if something happens to me. She will want for nothing, and I like that. When and where we tie the knot, I will leave up to her. It makes no difference to me as long as we do.

Since we are both dressed well, we head straight for work. We spend some time tuning the piano. Jessica has become very adept at this. She has a fine ear for it and the most delicate touch. We both warm up some. You see we didn't play any this morning as we were busy with other things. Once that is finished, Jessica pulls me to the green room and some time alone. The normal routine takes place.

Jessica sits in my lap, and we love each other. It is quiet and we are alone. The time to work rolls around and she is beside me still. We did many things tonight. I play, she sings, or we play, or I play and sing, or she plays and sings and occasionally, she plays, and I sing. Did you get all that?

Home for the rest of the night is welcome. The time together on the sofa is great. We don't really do anything but sit. Later we shower and go to bed. I am glad we did this today. A few days from now, it will be off to Charleston and our Christmas vacation.

The weather for our time there should be okay. I mean no torrential downpours or anything. Somewhat warmer than here. Not like we did in Mexico though. And I think they might frown on two people running around naked. Still, a nice little apartment to stay in, with all we need. Plenty of things to do and see. All within walking distance. For stuff that's further? A taxi, I think.

Our day off this week is Thursday. Lainie and Sara won't be coming to see us. Which we find kind of sad. Even though we have only done this twice, it has been a joy. Gus and his wife enjoy their alone time I imagine.

The day off has arrived. We sleep late. There are things we need to accomplish. The usual items. Laundry, bills, general cleaning and today, some packing for our trip. Jessica spends the day in one of my old dress shirts. That's all, just the shirt. The early afternoon finds all tasks completed.

We decided to prepare pasta and meat sauce for our evening meal. We seem to have all we need. Wait, Jessica says we have no Italian bread. Could I please go out and get some? And she speaks it will be worth the effort. I put on some shoes and off I go. I do like fresh bread.

The scent alone in the place is fantastic. They have Stollen bread ready for purchase. I haven't had this for many years. It comes home with me as well. The door opens at home and my senses are overwhelmed by tomato sauce, onion, and garlic. Jessica stands at the oven slowly stirring the sauce. She still wears only my shirt. The bread goes on the counter. But my cold hands cup her ass. She squeals at this. That was fun. Now Jessica complains I need to get her warm again. The things I do for her.

I don't plan on going out anymore today. My apparel becomes somewhat looser and more comfortable. Jessica continues to mother over the sauce. I am asked to put a salad together. There will be pepperoncini, Kalamata olives, green pepper, green onion, Roma tomato, prosciutto, and lots of romaine lettuce. I think I will make a nice Italian dressing from scratch tonight. Habits I am learning from Jessica. If you make it, you know what's in it.