Chapter 18

The more sex that I had with Jimmy, the more I recognized just how disappointing things were getting at the office with Harding.

Prior to launching into the wild escapades with my nephew, I was unable to contrast the level of the sex we were participating in with anything else. But now that I had an opportunity to index it against what was happening with Jimmy, I realized that sex with Harding was falling short of the mark.

It still bothered me, however, every time that we went to see Mary and I had to tell her that Jimmy was doing very well. I was ashamed of myself for telling such ridiculous lies, but what the hell else could I be expected to do? Tell her that I was banging him?

The evening before Mary was slated to be released from the hospital, Jimmy and I had dinner at a restaurant several blocks from my apartment. I wanted to treat him to a nice meal the night before he was slated to leave.

I had mixed feelings as we came home from the restaurant. One side of me felt relieved that he was going to leave, feeling that perhaps the worst of the temptations were behind me. But another side, quite naturally, felt keenly disappointed about it all, in that I had experienced great satisfaction from fucking with him, and I hated to lose out on the opportunity to fuck with him some more.

I decided that the smart thing to do was to pass sex up with him that night, since it would make things a whole lot easier in terms of saying goodbye to him the next day.

He soon altered my plans, however, walking up to me and whispering in my ear: "Let's fuck!"

"We'd better not," I shook my head steadfastedly.

"Why not, baby?" he looked at me with keen disappointment. "This is our last night together. Come on, honey, I need it. Just look at the size of my prick."

He pointed down toward his crotch. I took one look at his huge rod, and began to feel all the more desirous to fuck with him. But I felt that I had to try and resist.

"It will make things that much tougher if we fuck tonight, Jimmy."

"It will make things impossible for me if we don't," he said.

With that statement, Jimmy shoved his lips forward, allowing them to press eagerly against my own.

As lips plunged against lips, he reached down and began to undo the buttons of my dress.

He was panting noticeably, and as he rubbed his body against mine I could feel the outline of his hard prick against my dress. If you don't think that that eliminated my resistance quickly, then you've got another thought coming.

As the prick kept rubbing against my dress, he let his busy fingers undo the buttons.

He released his lips from mine, then slipped his tongue inside my mouth.

Our tongues splashed with devastating eagerness, and all the while he kept on conscientiously undoing those buttons.

He removed my dress and pulled me toward him one more time.

As he ran his fingers through my hair, Jimmy delivered one more overpowering tongue kiss.

He released his tongue from my mouth, then quickly began to undo the straps of my bra.

Once the bra gave way, his fingers went to work on my tits.

"I like those smooth, beautiful tits," he laughed. "Do you like it when I touch them?"

"I love it, my dear. You know that I do."

"Then why didn't you want to fuck with me?"

"I was just a little afraid."

"Don't ever be afraid when fear stands in the way of a good piece of ass."

Soon he was taking me by the hand and guiding me into the bedroom. I was hungry for him, and every time I looked down at his crotch, I thought about how great it would be to let my fingers go to work on his prick.

He pressed his body against mine, and from the impact he generated during our caress, it was as if he would never let me go.

All the while the actual energies were churning within me and I anticipated a brisk fuck.