Jack drove into Christine’s driveway and complimented her on the yard work she had done in the three weeks since she had moved in. The grass was neatly cut, all the dead shrubbery was gone, and in its place was a quaint garden of various flowers.
“Thank you, sir.” she chuckled in a fake southern accent to his amusement.
Jack got out of the car as Christine jumped out of her seat and hurriedly scooted to the front door and unlocked it. He reached into the back seat and grabbed the pizza and beer. It was up to her to choose the movie they were going to watch, after all the beer and pizza were his housewarming gifts to her.
As he walked onto the patio, she rushed back to the door and swung it open for him and he caught it. His eyes went wide to what she was holding in her hand, The Fellowship of the Ring, and he commended her on the great selection. Telling him to put the stuff down on the coffee table, and she’d get the plates.
He sat down on the couch to make himself comfortable. It was a new one. This definitely wasn’t the one he lugged from Virginia to her parent’s house. She tossed the plates at him and then slid the DVD into the player. Christine made a point to keep her legs straight as she bent over and shook her bottom at him. “Keep that up and you’ll get a good spanking!” he joked.
She swayed her hips slowly as if grinding against him from across the room. His eyes narrowed and he felt the urge to take her at that moment but held off wondering where that desire came from.
“I haven’t had a spanking in a long time,” she teased, “Maybe I have been too good of a girl?”
Jack was speechless at the comment, completely taken aback, and thought once more about taking her from behind. Right there. In front of the television. He didn’t have much time to act on his thoughts as the television screen changed format as the DVD player turned on.
The DVD slid in and she took up a spot on the couch next to him. They made some small talk as they opened the beers and served out the first slice of pizza. They talked about the move, her choice of colors, and the decor she chose along with the purchase of the new couch. Turns out that after the first slice of pizza, neither of them was really hungry for more, but they continued to drink beers as the movie began.
As the prologue ended, Christine scooted over to Jack’s side of the couch and snuggled into him. It was something that she had done a hundred times before over the years yet this time, there was a certain pause and electricity that came with it. She realized it when she literally cooed against his shoulder. Instinctively, he wrapped it around her and held her close.
They both had a beer in their hand as they began to watch and while Jack was taking his time drinking, she downed it before he had even gotten halfway done with his. More importantly, he was completely aware of how close she was to him and how it seemed that she was breathing on his neck. The sensation aroused him more than he could ever admit but reminded himself that he was indeed still married. For the time being.
There had been discussions with his wife about getting a divorce because he was getting tired of the games, tired of being alone in a relationship. There was counseling and meetings but nothing ever changed. He felt numb, lost, and hadn’t been himself in years. When tragedy struck and Christine needed him, it was the first time in years that he had felt like someone wanted him. It was good to feel needed, even if it was just his best friend.
Except that now the need made Jack want Christine in ways that he couldn’t fathom days ago but were now beginning to emerge inside of his mind. He had no right to think of her that way. Even less to act, not only because he was married but because she was vulnerable, even if she didn’t want to admit it.
They sat, innocently wrapped in one another, and watched the Shire scenes at the beginning of the movie. He could feel her nuzzle in closer and smile against him. God help him, he could smell her perfume.
Wait. That was the same perfume that he bought her two years prior for a Christmas gift when she was having an exceptionally rough time during a visit to her parents. He had bought it as they were window shopping and she made a remark about how it was her favorite and made her horny.
Having smelled it on her, mixed with her own pheromones, Jack was nearly intoxicated with lust. While his mind went towards being intoxicated, he lifted the bottle of beer to his lips, only to have Christine grab a hold of his hand and guide it to her lips.
Those sultry lips parted and she looked at him like she was dying of thirst because she made it all like she hadn’t had anything to drink in the desert for days. His eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around the bottle and released his grip on it, allowing them to fall to his lap.
Christine smirked without an ounce of shame and sat up from him, using her right arm to push herself up on the couch so that she could just down the remainder of the bottle. She made a show of it to tease him, something she had done many times before by taking his beer, however, the theatrics of today’s performance made her ache just a bit more for him as she watched the look on his face turn from disbelief to amazement.
Was that desire she saw in his eyes?
It was something different. New. Exciting. Christine hadn’t noticed it before or maybe she did and just ignored it. Regardless, she was increasingly not wanting to ignore what was being built between them in this moment.
Christine arched backward to lay the empty bottle down on the coffee table. She looked deviously innocent at Jack as she sat back straight on his lap, with wide eyes, expressive arms, and a baby girl pout to look at him.
“All gone?” She giggled.
He shook his head at the cuteness. “All gone. You owe me, that was my beer.” He mockingly chided her, “That was the last beer.”
It was her housewarming present she reminded him and because of that Christine had just declared the rights to have the last beer.
“It doesn’t work that way,” he joked, shaking his head in disbelief, and as he did so smiled in such a charming way that felt something within her melt.
It had to be the alcohol, right, she reasoned. She was a little buzzed. “My house, my rules,” she teased as she stuck her tongue at him and moved to sit on his lap with her legs folded under her.
To balance herself, she stuck her arms out onto his shoulders to play fight him, like they had done so many times before. It was a trusting, instinctual action.
This time, deep within her, the act was devoid of innocent intent whether she wanted to admit it or not. She knew very well that she was playing with fire.
Jack grabbed her arms and they began to wrestle. She leaned in and playfully bit his ear and then his neck as she mocked a struggle against his rather pedestrian possession of her.
It was when he jutted forward towards the hips that were beginning to writhe against him that he realized how perilous a game this had become. He felt the warmth of her beneath the sun dress which was increasingly rising up her thighs, now barely covering her bottom.
Christine didn’t know when she began to rock her hips against Jack, the act was unconscious or so she thought. It was when he responded by pushing his hips to meet hers that she felt the edge of him press against her. Her breath caught high in her throat and it excited her. She wanted more. To feel more.
With no shame shown and no hesitation, Christine grounded down upon him and let the bulge in his jeans caress the core of her being as she moved against him. She held her breath with each thrust into him.
It was at that moment when she realized that the arms she once had on his shoulders, the hands that attempted to playfully bind her had moved. Christine sat up on Jack’s lap and both of them looked at one another with a long, soul-piercing gaze.
Their hands were entwined, their breathing incredibly agitated and erratic. Both of them were keenly aware of their own sexuality and the lack of innocence betrayed in both sets of eyes to the other was proof that each was desperately and lustfully aware of the other.
“Fuck it” she muttered as she ripped her hands away from his and leaned into him.
It wasn’t a casual lean. It was more like hunger. Possessiveness. Christine’s lips met his and forcefully parted them. God, she had wanted to taste him for so long, she couldn’t deny that fact anymore. The memories of her dream, ever present in her mind, added fuel to the fire burning within her. The proof of that fire was now wet and needing to feel him.
Jack kissed her back. He reached around her and pulled her close, desperately wanting to feel her want.
Her want for him.
They were two people, numb and tired, ravaged by the way of the world but finally finding what was absent from their lives. The magic of the moment overtook them both and they were powerless against it.
