Learning Lessons (2 of 8) Dinner For Three: Chapter 6

Pete’s scariest thought crept up to the surface, bubbles breaking the liquid tension. How he’d landed her, this girl so out of his league. His fear was great; it was an intersection of unusual circumstances that brought them together and under any other condition that he’d met Jess, he would never be with her. They could meet a hundred times in a hundred ways under normal circumstances, and she would smile and pass him by. He really shouldn’t be with her.

He met her on the one day of his life that he’d had confidence. Never had it before. He’d spent two nights studying, foregoing sleep, for his Human Resource Management final. Twenty-eight-year-old Pete back at school looking to get his Master’s. He was running back then, and he’d just taken a third place ribbon three days before for a cross-country half marathon. He was walking out of the exam room, half asleep, on cloud nine—he knew, absolutely knew, he had just scored a one-hundred on the final. A combination of endorphins, recovery chemicals, seventy-two hours without sleep, and a glowing satisfaction of acing a test he’d worried about had turned him into someone else. A veritable Frankenstein monster, unthinking, made up of parts that weren’t his own. Then he was presented with  a girl so beautiful he’d been stopped in his tracks.

Jess was a mature student, too. A twenty-six-year-old coming in from the unfriendly workforce and looking to get her teacher’s license in Ohio, specializing in Early Childhood, a Master of Education program. She was lost in the Human Sciences Department, looking for the Fitness facility. She was wearing a university sweatshirt and black dance leggings. Everything about her told Pete she needed help. Then he did the last thing Pete Mapplethorpe would do. He walked right up to this beautiful girl with her perfect face and her long, silky blonde hair and he said, “You look like you need help,” his voice unusually deep and firm. She told him she was just hired to teach a dance class for the Faculty Staff Fitness Program, she was so late, she’d just come from class, she was lost, she needed this job—the money—so badly. 

He knew where she needed to be and he picked up her bag and slung it over his shoulder, told her to follow him and he got her there fast. Not a big deal, really. But she was thankful. Her eyes were wet, like she was ready to cry. He was probably in love with her right then and there. Wanted to put his arms around her and be the one to take care of her forever. He told her he wanted to take her to dinner. She said yes. She hugged him, then darted in to teach her class. It was that fucking easy. 

Jess, that day almost nine years ago, was a construct of negative experiences. The opposite of Pete that day. She was a vessel provided to Pete to receive his attempt at a performance of confidence. He wasn’t confident in that moment; he was just acting confident. And the lack of sleep removed his inhibition. That was how he won her. That was how he pulled off a David Blaine level magic trick and made a girl too good for him fall in love.

They went for dinner and he learned she was in a bad place. A lost job, a failed engagement. Jess was hurting back then, and he was there for her. He became her best friend. Then gradually there was romance. Then they made love.

“Oh, Pete, he’s going to make me come again.”

That drove Tyler mad, and he pounded her faster, turning her gasps into a long, unending warble. A high, girl-moan undulating with the drive of his hips against her bottom. She cried out loud, a sharp yell—almost scary hearing her voice echo off the walls like that in this familiar little room. On a normal night, he might sit here with her watching a movie. Her head shot back and then forward, her hair whipping, making a soft sound as it brushed across the fabric of the couch. She was about to come. He could hear her making soft high sounds, could see her back heaving and trembling.

“Oh, God, stop, oh, stop—”

Her hand came back, and she clawed at his hip. She held his thrusts at bay with her little hand. Then she came hard. She told them too, saying, “Oh, ah, I’m coming.” Her body tightened, and she flexed her rump, her thighs; her head fell forward then arched back, her mouth open like she was screaming, but she didn’t make a sound. “Oh, Tyler, Tyler,” she moaned.

  *

Tyler slid himself out of her and she turned to him, put her mouth over his, her hands up on his broad chest. They embraced, kissing passionately, Jess’s arms going around his back, exploring his muscles. Tyler’s big hands pulled her into him, one hand sliding between her ass cheeks, and Pete knew he was sliding a finger inside her. His cock was between them, really filling out that extra large condom, angry red under the latex, ready for action. It looked as long as his wife’s milky thigh.

Pete’s relationship with Jess had been a whirlwind once they were intimate. They graduated, moved in together. He proposed, she accepted—crazy girl—brief engagement, married ten months after he met her, and nine months later Pete Jr. was born. He locked Jess up before she could come to her senses.

Jess lay her back on the seat of the couch, her head pushed forward, watching Tyler. Pete could see her eyes tracking his body, admiring his muscles. Her knees came up to her chest, she exposed herself to him. She bit her lip. Her stomach was bunched up, her breasts thrust out. Her sex looked wounded, bruised. She was slick with her fluids, her folds were engorged and ruffled, abused looking. Tyler lowered his hips over her sex, put a knee on the couch. He held the tip of his cock up on his belly, practically in his belly button, then he let it go, let it fall and slap onto Jess’s shaved mound. She gasped and flinched, smiled.

“It’s heavy,” she said.

Tyler thrust his hips, ran his cock over her grooves, let it run along her belly. She watched it slide over her. Her hand came up to her mouth, and she licked her fingertips, then put them on the head of his penis, a string of spittle winking in the lamplight. He let her massage the head of his cock through the condom while he gently ran himself over her. The kid’s cock went up past her belly button. Did that really go all the way inside her like that?

He dragged it all the way back, that big round ass of his thrust out, until the head of his cock rested in her heat. Jess’s fingertips guided him into position. Then he drove it forward, and she cried out.

“Oh, baby, ah Tyler,” she gasped.

He worked it in and out of her, slowly, both of them watching his thick thing sinking into her dark flesh then pulling out her bright parts. She rested the soles of her feet on his hard thighs. Then he got her bouncing, thrusting so he found a rhythm that had Jess singing, her pretty breasts swinging around in circles. Her face was a frozen, pained expression, her mouth agape, her lips hugging her teeth again. She was in love with fucking this guy. He was doing it to her like she maybe never had it done before. Not Pete, nor any of her boyfriends, probably. I mean, she came from touching him, for crying out loud.

Jess ran her hand over the muscles of his belly, said, “Oh, baby, oh, your body…”

Tyler forced her knees up over her shoulders. Too far. Pete maybe didn’t enjoy seeing his wife being forced like that. Hurt like that. But Jess made no complaint. She was exposed to Pete now in an ugly way. His lip twitched. Her rump was up off the couch, her feet swinging over Tyler’s shoulders like they’d come unhinged from her ankles. Jess was skewered, her pretty sex forced wide apart, and he saw her anus tilted up. Saw it brown, winking at him with every thrust Tyler gave her. It was a little ugly.

Tyler made it worse. He put one foot up on the couch, then the other, his legs spread wide, his hips pounding that fat meat into Jess. Jess loved it, screaming out now. He could see her eyes clenched shut and her hands searching behind her, looking for purchase on the back of the couch, looking for something to grab on to.

“Oh, Tyler, oh, yeah,” she hissed.

Tyler was pounding into her, and he had his wife gasping. That little voice was recognizable in the joyful, pained yips he’d never heard from her before. She dug her heels into his hard rump, and he could see Tyler’s thick cock spreading Jess’s sex wide open. She was pink and wet, almost injured looking. Each time the kid pulled out of her, he seemed to drag his wife’s tight membranes out with his thick cock. Her insides were clinging to him. She was gasping out affirmations to him, letting him know he was hitting all her good spots, whisper-yelps like yeah, ah, oh, uh-huh, a different one with each thrust. Her thin hand made an appearance between Tyler’s legs, trapped between them. Her fingers went around his sack and she grasped his balls. She pulled them into her with each thrust. Pete watched her familiar hand with the wedding ring on it work with Tyler’s big balls. She squeezed them, fondled them, squished his bag hard, forcing the kid’s testicles out to the sides of her grip.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me,” she said. “Empty these big balls inside me.”

“You like those balls?”

“They’re so big,” she gasped. She was out of her mind.

“You like this big cock?” he grunted into her.

“Yes, I do. Come for me. Come inside me. Fill up that condom inside me.”

Tyler growled like a dog and doubled his thrusting. Jess scratched at his arm and shoulder.

“I’m coming,” she cried out.

“Come on my cock,” he barked at her. And she did. She thrashed under him, her head twisting left and right, her bright blonde hair tangling up on her, dragging through her sweat and catching under her ears and on her earrings. She looked so amazing.

“That’s it, Jess,” Pete said under his breath.

“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah,” she cried out loud. She tensed, and Pete watched her toes curl right up like they were cramping. She dug her heels into Tyler’s hard ass.

Tyler buckled, drove himself in deep, thrust quickly out, and then dove back in and held. Pete watched his balls rise, almost disappear into his body. Tyler was filling up that condom inside his wife. His muscles bulged, veins like cables down his arms. Jess was watching his face intently, watching him come inside her.

“That’s it, baby,” she said to Tyler quietly. “Fill me up,” she said, breathless. She ran a finger over his forehead, pushing a lock of his hair out of his eyes.

“Oh, God,” Tyler said, trembling. He was still coming. His balls were raising and dropping now as he pushed every drop he had into Jess. “Oh, fuck,” he said. The kid was drained.

He pulled himself out of her, and they both hissed. Both of them were so sensitive right now. They looked at each other and laughed a little. Laughed at how ticklish they both were. Tyler rolled off her and collapsed next to her. He put an arm over his face, hid himself from Pete.

That big thing wagged around stiffly between his legs, the reservoir tip swinging, filled with his seed and hanging down to his shaft. Jess put her legs down slowly, touched her feet to the floor. Her face was flushed red, she was sweating, her chest and collar splotchy. She looked at Pete and looked away. He thought she looked like she might cry. She covered her face with both hands, and he swore she was sobbing. Pete wanted to go to her, to hold her. But he felt like this was still her moment and that space she shared on the couch right now with Tyler was her space. He sat upright, leaned forward.

“Wow,” she said, finally, and her face brightened. She rested a hand on Tyler’s abs, waited for him to look at her. He moved his arm away, and they watched each other’s eyes for a moment.

Jess looked away first. She watched his fading erection sagging between his legs. She took his cock up in both her hands and squeezed it from the base to the tip, emptying his cock into the condom. She squeezed it, her forearm bulging with effort. Then she gently took his condom off him and tied a knot in the end. Always a mom, always a homemaker. No cum stains on Jess’s couch.

She sat for a moment on the couch, silent, looking down at her hands fiddling with the condom. Her hands were shaking.

“I’m just going to clean up,” she said.

She stood and left the room, pinching the condom in her fingers, padding out naked.

Pete finally breathed. That was incredible. He sat back again in his chair. Wished his Dewars wasn’t empty. He felt numb in his extremities, but he tingled inside. His cock ached, throbbing in his pants.

Tyler stirred on the couch. He avoided looking at Pete, stood up, and put his boxers on. Then stayed standing there, holding his jeans over an arm, flipping through his phone.

There was nothing Pete could say. Nothing Tyler could say. So they both acted like they were the only ones in the room. Tyler got his jeans on, picked up his shirt, then stretched it over his muscles.

Jess stepped into the room, arm bracing herself, holding onto the edge of the archway. She was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt now, slippers on her feet.

“I served some pie here,” she said, nodding her head to the kitchen.