Chapter 12
It was five p.m. the following day when Donna got home from classes. She found the apartment in disarray. Clothing was strewn about; dresser drawers opened; and Jeff was jamming stuff haphazardly into suitcases.
"Going some place?" the young girl asked.
"Yes, I'm getting the hell out of L.A. I'm heading for Frisco. After I get a job in a shop up there and get located, I'll send for you."
"Take me with you!"
"I can't, honey. I only have enough money left to make this move. The rent's paid up here till the end of the month and there's enough groceries to last. I'll leave you a few dollars."
Donna rushed up to him and threw her arms about his neck. She had tears in her eyes. "I don't want to stay here alone. I want to go with you."
"And I want you to finish your course. By the time I'm in position to send for you, you'll have your diploma."
"But why are you leaving, Jeff? I thought your boss was going to get things straightened out for you!"
"That old son-of-a-bitch couldn't straighten out his own asshole."
"What happened, Jeff? Did you quarrel with him?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I just knew something was wrong when you slipped into bed early this morning drunk."
"I said, I don't care to discuss it now."
Donna unwound her arms from his neck. She realized that it was useless to press him about what had gone wrong; and she knew he'd made up his mind.
"Why don't we have a few drinks together and forget things for a while, Jeff? Then I'll help you finish packing."
Jeff walked into the kitchen and opened the frigidaire. He pulled out two tall cans of beer and flipped them open. "Don't worry, Donna, I'll see that we drink good stuff and live high off the hog again." Jeff said as he took the beer into the living room.
"I'll get a good job as soon as I graduate. Together we can get a new car, a color TV-lots of things," Donna said, forcing a smile.
They sat on the sofa and gulped down some of the brew. "I'll miss you, baby," Jeff said sadly. "But there's no other way. Believe me, I've given it a lot of thought all day. If I don't leave tonight, I might not be able to." He looked at her pretty face, the big blue eyes, her long silky blonde hair and a lump formed in his throat.
They finished their beer in silence. Both were feeling downhearted. Then Jeff reached for the sexy body, pulled the luscious curves close to him and buried his face against the cleavage of her big titties. "I'm crazy about you, baby. I'm going to miss you like hell, but I'll make things up to you. I swear it."
"Shut up and kiss me," Donna sighed, her breasts rising and falling.
Their open, moist mouths met; tongues swirling, breath quickening.
"Love me-love me, darling, Jeff."
He started to remove her blouse. When it was off, he unsnapped her bra, freeing the big globes. He pressed them together gently and let his long tongue swipe over the nipples until they hardened like miniature pricks. His hands were busy. He was unzipping the side of her short skirt, then sliding it down over her velvety thighs. He lowered his head and stabbed the tip of his tongue into her rosebud navel. From there, he blew his hot breath against her flimsy bikinis, leaving a kiss burn. He was pushing down her panties, his tongue following them until his mouth was over the mound of Venus. He blew more hot breath into the hairs, blowing them apart, making a clearing for his wanting tongue. The tongue was taking over completely now.
Donna kicked her panties off along with her backless shoes. She wrapped her legs around his head and dug into his scalp with her tapered fingernails. Her cunt was burning with desire, yearning for the lapping tongue to go faster, deeper. Then it was! The hardness of it was working deeply into the juicy hole; in and out at a rapid pace. It was a real tongue fucker all right!
Jeff's prick was so hard that it hurt with the swelling pressure. The fat head was so blood filled that it was at the bursting point. He could feel the pussy throbbing against his tongue. He licked in and out as fast as he could. Then he felt Donna's body trembling. Low moans escaped her throat. The Terrific sensation of climaxing was starting. When at last her body was relaxed, Jeff pulled his mouth away. He then got out of his clothes in a hurry.
He moved toward her with his cock sticking straight out. Pearls dripped from the eye of it. Donna was sniffing and snorting like an animal as her eyes feasted on the beautiful swollen penis. She couldn't wait to taste it. She loved to give Jeff a blow job. He had such a nicely shaped, clean, wholesome cock. The slight male smell excited her senses.
Slowly, she moved toward the stiff pole, her mouth wide open, and shaped in a big O. She reached behind Jeff's firm ass and grabbed either cheek, drawing him closer. She then covered the dripping cockhead with her full red lips, not needing the help of hands.
Jeff's balls were aching, aching with the pent-up passion in his prick. Even his asshole quivered with nervous anticipation. He wanted it to last; but knew it wouldn't. One more suck and the gun would shoot. It was on the verge of shooting when there was a knocking signal at the door of A shave and a haircut, two bits.
"Christ! I wonder who in the fuck that is!" Jeff said as he pulled his rod away from Donna's licking tongue.
"Here we go again," Donna laughed. She couldn't help it. He looked so confused and angry.
"I'm going to get rid of the bastard in a hurry," said Jeff as he hurriedly dressed. "Just a minute," he shouted.
Donna had gotten into her clothes. By now she was used to dressing like there was a fire. She then sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette while Jeff went over and opened the door.
His mouth flew open in amazement when he saw Mrs. Simms standing there. She had copied down his address from Mr. Slinky's report.
"Oh no! Haven't you haunted me enough? What in the hell do you want?"
"I want to talk to you."
"Well I don't want to talk to you. Get lost!" Jeff said as he blocked the door. She was now standing on tip-toe, trying to look over his shoulder.
"I insist that you let me talk to you, young man."
"There's nothing for us to discuss. Good night."
Mrs. Simms, mustering up all her strength, gave him a rough shove, then rushed into the room. For a second, she stared at Donna. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jeff's fiancee."
"Then the report was a lie-he isn't gay?"
"Of course not. He's all man. So you're that horrid woman who's prevented Jeff from working, besides having him fired."
"May I sit down, Miss?"
"Donna...."
"Very well, Donna. I'm not here as an enemy. I want to make amends."
"Okay, sit down and I'll listen."
"Don't trust her, Donna. A leopard doesn't change its spots. There's a motive behind her gestures."
Mrs. Simms glanced about the room, her eyes falling on the scattered clothing and open suitcases.
"What an untidy apartment," she said.
"I'm living here, not you," Jeff snapped. "Now what do you want?"
Mrs. Simms ignoring his question started to collect items of clothing. "Where's the closet?"
"Why ... the nerve of her," Donna said.
"Never mind, baby, I'll handle her."
Jeff went over to Mrs. Simms, snatched the clothing from her hands, then took her by the arm. "Come on, honey bee, you're going bye-bye."
"Now, my dear boy, just give me a moment. I promise to be brief."
"All right. State your business, then scram!"
"I happen to have a job for you, Jeffrey."
"A job? Doing what? Being nursemaid to your flying menagerie?"
"Of course not! Hair styling!"
"No one will hire me in this town, and you know it!"
"You were right, Jeff. She is crazy," Donna intervened.
Mrs. Simms started to speak slowly with deep emotion. "Yes, dear, you're right. I am crazy; crazy with shame for what I've done to your fiancee. I really came here to give him this to prove in the only way I can, how terribly sorry I am. Now, it will give me even greater pleasure to present it to him as a gift for when the two of you get married."
She then pulled an ownership paper from her purse that she'd had her lawyer make out.
Donna rushed over and read it over her shoulders. "JEFFREY OF GLAMOUR SALON!"
Jeff also looked over her shoulder at it. "But-Dick Brian...!"
"I bought the building and forced him out. I never did like that rude man. It will be ready for you to take over in one week!" Mrs. Simms said, placing an arm around Jeff's shoulder.
"What can I say, Mrs. Simms?"
"This was the only way I knew to beg your forgiveness."
"Dear, Melissa, of course I forgive you. How can I ever thank you?"
"By letting me be a free customer for life. You're the only hair stylist who knows how to style this frog fuzz," she smiled, getting in a sly dig. She then handed Jeff the legal ownership papers for the entire building including the salon.
Donna put her arms around the old lady and gave her a fond kiss. "Oh, Melissa, you're a gem of a woman."
Mrs. Simms had to get out of there before she broke into tears. She didn't know why but she felt better than she ever had in her life.
After she'd gone Jeff and Donna danced for joy.
"Now you don't have to go to Frisco. Let's unpack your things."
"Later, baby, we've got some unfinished business to take care of first," Jeff grinned.
"Like finishing that blow job that was so wonderfully interrupted?" Donna laughed.
"Yes, baby, and this time if some motherfucker knocks on that door, they'll have to burn the house down before this guy let's them in."
Donna giggled happily. She then started to help Jeff off with his pants.