Jessica Pt 9

Jessica and I slept for about an hour and a half. We got up and just kind of wandered around. Not sure what to do. So, we opened some wine while we decided what to do next. There was still some daylight left. The logical thing would be to go outside and enjoy the warmth while it lasts. Naked, of course. Labor Day was fast approaching.

The fall schedule would kick in and there would be much to do. We both knew the warm days would begin to wane. So, we greedily took advantage of the ones left.

The afternoon slowly became dusk. Once the sun dipped, there was a breeze that gave you some goosebumps. Jessica shivered a little. We went inside and I found her a blanket to wrap up in. Then there was more wine and some snack stuff. I call it crud on a cracker. I mean you can eat anything on a cracker. Right?

Well Jessica had a difficult time warming up. I was asked to share my body heat with her. This meant that the blanket and Jessica came to me. There was a moderate number of hugs, kissing and cuddling going on. This was a good physical and mental connection between us.

Once our little snack is finished, we recline on the sofa. Jessica spoons against me and we are both under the blanket. My arms encircle her. She also begins to push her butt against me and wiggle. I know why she is doing this and yes, it has the desired effect.

Jessica moves just so I can enter her. This is a very slow session of making love. Sometimes, we don't move at all. We just lie there with me inside her. But then Jessica becomes impatient and reaches around to push on my ass. And it's not just her that is piqued. You know I desire the sensation of making love to Jessica. My hands move more frantically over her body, touching, squeezing, exploring.

There is much kissing and nibbling her neck and ears. Her breathing becomes faster and her movements more exaggerated. This was a long build up for her. She may have been impatient, but she seems happy with the result. Having Jessica orgasm pushes me on, and I have mine as well. Then we just stay this way. Neither wanting to move or break the moment.

We may have even dozed some. But it is dark now and the sofa isn't the best place for us to sleep. I suggest we shower and head for bed. I think we have had a great day together. We prepared food, fed each other, and enjoyed our time. I do feel somewhat tired and ready to sleep.

Jessica has other ideas.

She speaks.

"Roger, do you want to make love again?"

Let's just say now, I'm not up to it. Jessica frowns. She moves up between my legs and begins to work me with her hands. This feels very nice. Then her mouth is added. Very soon, Jessica will have me ready. She crawls up and sits on me, sliding down around me.

She whispers.

"Let me do this Roger."

There is a lot of grinding going on and moving back and forth. OMG does this feel good. My hands involuntarily move to her hips. Move moving and moaning from us both. I reach for her breasts and massage them. I must have her lips and pull her face to mine. Jessica continues to move on me as we kiss. She pushes up and puts her hands on my chest.

She is close now.

She speaks.

"Roger, I want you to cum inside me when I cum. Come on baby, you can. Please cum inside me."

Now with this kind of encouragement. We do as she wanted. We climax together. Then, she falls across me. A bit of nuzzling and kissing. Then there is sleep.

I think that through the night, my mind was working on the "Jessica" song. I awoke before dawn and went to the piano. Then with staff paper and a pencil, the music took on a physical form. There were several double espressos involved as well. I was on a roll. Things couldn't be notated fast enough. I am told that you can have a computer to do this now. It notates what you play.

But I do things the old-fashioned way, I guess. The longer I work on this, the more intent I become. I'm not sure how much time has passed. But I smell bacon cooking and more espresso is placed in front of me. Jessica has apparently been up and observing me. Then she began to prepare breakfast. I hadn't even noticed her watching me.

She speaks.

"Roger you were working so hard. I didn't want to interrupt you. I love the song and I love you for writing it about me. Now come on and let's eat. I'm starving."

So, I take a break and have time with Jessica. She has on one of my old dress shirts this morning. I have to say that she looks as sexy as ever.

We finished breakfast and I returned to the piano. Most of it is done. The next thing will be to add bass and percussion parts. This is a very nice ballad type song. I can't wait to share it with Gus and Nick.

Late in the morning we decide to dress and do some light shopping. A few groceries. Some fall apples and some cider.

Mostly we walk hand in hand in a kind of aimless fashion. Not really going anywhere and with no agenda in mind. We are in and out of lots of shops. Jessica looks at fall décor. We really aren't looking for anything. We stopped at a little place for a late lunch. They have Fall Sangria. It has a Cabernet, apple cider, a couple different kinds of apples and pear, cinnamon, and I'm not sure what else. I do know this. We find it very tasty.

I also begin to think seriously about finalizing plans for Christmas with Jessica in Charleston. Maybe a travel agent on the sly. Jessica and I have not separated since that one night I went to work without her. But I really want to do this with her. It was a wonderful afternoon together. Jessica has on a pair of jeans. I swear that they couldn't have hugged her any tighter.

She has continued to wear my old dress shirt. There is nothing underneath it. I know this as she is always next to me, and I can see down into the shirt. Jessica takes great delight in letting me look. We head for home.

Our little treasures are stored. We aren't hungry but should eat something with Riesling that has been opened. We snacked some. The chilled wine is very nice. Jessica is in my lap. I asked her to stand. She gives me a questioning look, but does as I ask.

I unbutton her jeans and peel them from her body. She smiles at this while sipping her wine. Next, I gently place my hand on her panties to rub and massage. She likes this. Then the panties are pushed aside for my fingers to roam freely.

Jessica's eyes closed in enjoyment. The panties are then removed. I placed her on the sofa to kneel in front of her. I will be having Jessica for dessert. I lick and kiss her gently, paying attention to her thighs and stomach as well. Just for fun, I fill her belly button with wine and drink it. But I always return to her womanhood. She becomes wetter with her own juices and my kisses. Then she has it. I sit next to her on the sofa.

She speaks.

"Roger that was great and you make me feel so good. Let me do you now."

I answer.

"Nope, you don't need too. I wanted to do that for you. Tell you what you can do. Kiss me now."

And she does, we do.

Jessica then gives me a smile and speaks.

"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

My half open dress shirt is already falling off her as she goes to our bedroom. I think some more wine may be in order. I have no idea what she is up to, but I'm looking forward to it.

I hear Jessica's voice.

"Roger"

I turn and there she stands in the bedroom doorway. She is dressed in a light blue negligée. It has spaghetti straps and is very sheer. A nice vintage look. Jessica makes it look fabulous. She has done up her hair and retouched her makeup. I tell you in all honesty. She took my breath away. I know exactly what I want to do.

I put on some slow music. We are going to dance together. Song after song plays as we sway together. I am going to take my time with this vision before me. The kisses are light to begin with. But as the notes pass, the kisses become more intense. At one point, Jessica rips open my shirt. Buttons fly everywhere. She claws at my chest and back as we continue to kiss and dance. Jessica also bites my chest now and again. Still, we dance together.

Our interaction is becoming more and more involved and aggressive. I moved one spaghetti strap from her shoulder. The gown dips enough so I can cup one of her breasts in my hand. Jessica moans loudly. Still, we sway. I reached up behind her to take the back of her hair in my hand. I wrap it around my fingers and kiss her deeply. Jessica's fingers dig deeply into my back. Our tongues do a dance of their own within each other's mouths.

Jessica whispers.

"OMG Roger. I'm so wet it's dripping down my legs. You must take me. I need you inside me."

I ignore her pleas. I uncover the other breast now. Still, we dance. Her breathing is becoming shallow and fast. Jessica is in a highly agitated state. I admit also that I am very turned on by her. I won't be able to wait much longer myself. One more song I think, one more dance with my half naked girl. The song ends.

Jessica speaks.

"Please Roger. Please take me to bed and have me."

I scoop her up and carry her to bed. Jessica is placed on the bed. Her gown pushed up. My trousers are undone to fall to the floor. I take her and she welcomes me in. We climax not long after. The act of sex was short. But the foreplay was long and exquisite.

We are in bed together. Breathing hard and sweating.

Jessica whispers.

"OMG what you do to me. I couldn't love you anymore than I do. I am yours alone. Yours forever. Just never stop loving me and making love to me."

I hover over this half naked beauty underneath me and speak.

"I couldn't and don't want to stop loving you. I am yours always."

We fall as we are in the bed. Holding, cuddling, and loving until sleep overtakes us.

The morning finds Jessica next to me. Her light blue gown was still only partially covering her. I lost my clothes when I brought her to bed. We are a tangle of bodies and limbs. I open my eyes to find her looking at me with a broad smile.

I immediately kissed her and pull her to me.

"I love you, Jessica."

I say out loud. Loud enough so the neighbors could hear it. Rolling out of bed and then to the kitchen.

The call of the espresso machine is too great. I think it's cute the way Jessica stands next to me as I prepare espresso. She doesn't watch me. She watches the machine. As soon as it is finished, Jessica snatches the first cup for herself. We stand in the kitchen sipping and discussing breakfast. Jessica would like to go out. Another cup is prepared for us both.

We dress and head out in search of waffles.

We both wear jeans and T-shirts. Jessica, as she does to me often, has nothing on under her shirt. Now it is just a bit chilly this morning. I have a jacket and she has a hoodie on. Sunday morning and many places are empty. We settle into a place and have a look at the menu. Now I try not to be a coffee snob. But it seems to me that lots of places have no idea how to make coffee. So, we skipped that part.

I ordered a very large tomato juice and asked for hot sauce. Jessica has decided on pecan waffles. A breakfast bowl looks pretty good to me. It has sausage, eggs, onion, peppers, potato, and cheese. A little hot sauce will go nicely there as well. A side order of grits with jalapenos and lots of butter for me as well. It sounds like a lot of food. And it is.

The food arrives and once more Jessica displays one of her more endearing qualities. A child like display. She looks at her food and then at mine. She can't decide which she likes better. So, you know what we do don't you? We share. Waffles with that much syrup are a bit sweet for my tastes. We have the best time though. Eating, talking, laughing, and enjoying our time together. Once breakfast is done, we opt for a café and some espresso. There is more talking, laughing and just being together.

We decided to go to a local park. There are trails to walk on and benches if we get tired. It is a beautiful day and warm. I take off my jacket and Jessica unzips her hoodie. She teases me every now and again by flashing me. But mostly we just enjoy the out of doors. The season will change soon. You can tell. When we do walk, Jessica hangs on to me with both hands. I love it as I love her. She makes me whole. We spent the entire afternoon wandering together. The evening brings cooler temperatures.

Time to head home. A little wine and a blanket on the sofa make for a cozy evening. We snacked a little. But mostly cuddle and smooch. Not a bad day. Don't you think? The longer we sat, the closer Jessica got. Soon she was in my lap, head on my shoulders and arms around my neck.

The talking ceased. After a while, her breathing slowed. Jessica was asleep. I debated about waking her up and taking her to bed. Instead, I sat, held her, and savored the moment.

I eventually picked her up and take her to bed. Undressing my sleepy Jessica and tucking her in. I took off my own clothes and tucked myself next to her. Pulling Jessica as close as possible. We slept.

Tomorrow will be Labor Day and the big party at the lounge. I have musicians lined up for this. That way Jessica and I can relax and enjoy things. It has been the most wonderful mini vacation. Almost as good as our time in Mexico. We spent all our time together.

Tomorrow, I hope we sleep late and have a slow morning. We should probably practice and think about fall music. And yes, I have the clarinet out. I have been in contact with some other instrumentalists. Some additional horns for the fall including a flutist, trumpeter, and sax. You understand this means more rehearsal time. But I think it will all be worth it.

We did sleep in quite a bit. I tried to sneak out of bed to make espresso.

Jessica grabbed my arm and spoke.

"Nope, stay with me."

I tried to explain to her that the caffeine was calling to me.

She reaches down my torso to take a hold of me and adds.

"You sure about that?"

Okay, maybe I'm not so sure. We stay in bed a bit longer. Espresso happens later and some breakfast or lunch. There's food involved. Once that is done, we both take a turn at Doris. I find I like to listen to Jessica play. Her style is much different than mine. Softer and a different type of timing. I have to say also. I like it when she practices naked. I get the visual and the audio. The afternoon arrives and we haven't much to do before the big party. We spend some time out on the patio and in the sun. There is more espresso involved. But overall, it is very low key. Then we dress. We are casual.

The suits seem to have put a very nice party. There is lots of food and lots to drink. The lounge has been closed for the event. Only employees and their families are allowed. There are lots of folks there of course. It takes many people to run this place. Gus, Nick, and their families are there as well.

You remember little Sara? Well, it didn't take her long to find Jessica. As before, she walked up to her and just held her hands up. Jessica picked her up right away. It made Jessica's day, I think. There was no hesitation this time. Gus's wife, Laura, is happy for the help trying to keep track of her girls. I watched this with some fascination.

The way Jessica held Sara and interacted with her. Jessica had a way of holding her and speaking with her. Sara was very comfortable with Jessica. She would make a fine mom, I think. The party was a very relaxing time for all of us. With Labor Day about to end, fall would begin in earnest now. I am kind of looking forward to it. It will be our first holiday season together as a couple. I still haven't got the Charleston trip all worked out, but it is coming along. One more thing before we left for the evening. Little Sara wanted hugs and kisses from Jessica. She was happy to supply Sara's needs. It made them both smile.

The party came to an end. We made our goodbyes to folks and headed for home. Jessica stared out the side window most of the way home. She spoke not one word and seemed to be in a faraway place. I will say she did wear a pleasant little smile. The thoughts she was having I could only guess. But I would venture to say it had something to do with what it would have been like for her to be a mother. We arrived home and her silence continued.

There was a Riesling opened. Jessica was looking out a window. I moved behind her and put my arms around her. Jessica leaned back against me. We both stood there for the longest time. Looking out the window. I can't speak for Jessica. But I know my thoughts tended to be about what might have been. We all make choices and live with our decisions. Jessica is a bit different. She had no choice about becoming a mother. I do know at times it weighs heavily on her.

She turns into my arms to face me. Jessica speaks.

"Make love to me."

It takes me no time at all to gather her up in my arms. It was a long slow session of foreplay and love. Once finished, we clung to one another as though it was life itself. Sleep took us.

I woke up on Monday morning. Jessica lay next to me sleeping. I looked at and observed her for the several minutes. It was my intent to fix this picture of her firmly in my mind. Many thoughts passed through my mind. I have come to love her very deeply now and have no desire to be separated from her. The way she clings to me and wants to be with me. This is something about her I love as well. She depends on me as I do her.

Yes, she can be feisty and independent. But at the end of the day, all we have is each other. For me, this is all I want. Just Jessica and her continued presence in my life. I find that I would give her anything she asked for. But I cannot give her the one thing she seems to ache for. Jessica is pulled a little closer. I kiss the top of her head. She snuggles just a bit more. For the moment, we are content.

The call of the espresso machine is strong. Just to be festive, a bit of pumpkin spice syrup goes into the cup. It isn't something I would want all the time. But now and again is okay. Jessica and I sit naked on a chair and have coffee together. She is in my lap of course. There is some discussion of the day's activities.

We both need to practice. There is laundry and house cleaning to be done. Then I must work tonight. Jessica will be there with me. There is a second and then a third cup of espresso. Breakfast is then the next course of action. A couple of fried eggs does the job nicely. There might also be a piece of toast to mop anything up on the plate. Then it's time to get things down.

Jessica is sent to Doris, and I clean the kitchen. Soon scales and arpeggios ring through the house. This is in conjunction with banging pans and dishes. The laundry is gathered and is started. I suppose I will start house cleaning. Jessica has moved on to playing songs now. Our little home is full of activity and music.

The vacuum cleaner makes a lot of noise. But it must be done. Somewhere in the middle of things, Jessica is finished and now it's my turn to practice. She just continues where I left. The bed is made, the floors swept, and the laundry continued. I am beating out scales and arpeggios.

Then it is on to the Fall music.

I try to work out the just the right timing of the Guaraldi pieces. He had such a feel for these things. I begin to work on "The Great Pumpkin Waltz." Jessica comes over to sit next to me and adds some of the instrumental parts. I like this. Jessica is next to me, and we play together. Practicing wasn't like this when I was younger. The moments go by, and we begin to improvise and play off what the other has done. I have said Jessica is a most excellent pianist. The style she uses, and the manner of her playing is different than mine. I listen to her, and it causes me to hear and think differently about my playing. We trade phrases back and for and build on what the other has played. This gives us both more insight into how the other thinks and views music.