Sitting in her cozy den, wearing only her extra long t-shirt that acted as a nightgown, Jazmyn turned on a movie that she half-heartedly watched as she sipped Jaegermeister from the bottle.

Halfway through the bottle of Jaeger, Jazmyn held up the bottle to check the level of the remaining liquor and the white, flickering light from the television refracted off the green glass. The bright green bottle reminded Jazmyn of Gage’s eyes. His beautiful, emerald green eyes could say so much even when he didn’t speak a word.

She replaced the cap and set the half-full bottle of liquor on the coffee table. Looking at the television but not seeing any of the movie, Jazmyn fantasized about what it would be like with Gage. What did the rest of him look like underneath those jeans and that tank top? Was all of him as tanned as his face, arms and hands?

Glimpses of his chest had been visible during the few times they had met and spoken to one another so she knew his chest was smooth and that he had ink on it. What kind of tattoo was still up in the air, she hadn’t been able to see his chest well enough to make it out, but she was sure it was something dark and sexy, just like the tats on the bulging muscles of his shoulders.

A Cherokee Indian head, replete with a full headdress adorned his right shoulder and bicep. A collage of animals—eagle, bear, bison, and wolf—adorned the left. An oriental dragon curled on his inner right forearm in bold colors. A triangle, an arrow, and an oddly shaped 2 had been placed on the back of his right hand on the muscle between his thumb and forefinger.

Jazmyn, literate in many occult things, knew that the triangle was a fire sign, which meant that Gage was a fire sign in the zodiac. The arrow was the zodiac sign for Sagittarius, which was indeed the mutable fire sign. The oddly shaped 2 was actually the astrological symbol for Jupiter, which was the ruling planet of Sagittarius.

That he was also well-versed in occult knowledge had been one of the first things that had drawn Jazmyn to him. That’s when she felt the first sexual stirrings toward him. In her experience, finding a man who knew anything of the occult beyond a misinterpreted five-pointed star or the Ouija Board was exceptional. Apparently, men in their thirties had other things on their minds than the occult—or any knowledge outside their profession. They needed to know how to do their jobs well so they could earn a good living so they could afford to fuck around on their wives or significant others and cover their asses with said money.

Money might not buy happiness but it could purchase many things that lead to happiness for men, especially, such as plausible alibis for the times when they are with their mistress. That had been Jazmyn’s experience anyway. Her father had done it to her mother; her sister’s husband had done it to her sister; and Jazmyn’s fiancé, several years gone now, had also done it to her. Little did that bastard know that he bribed the wrong person to lie to his fiancé—turned out that the man he paid to lie to Jazmyn had actually been her boyfriend in junior high. Jazmyn and Freddy had never said anything about their stint as a couple to her fiancé because it had happened so long before, but Freddy, bless his good little heart, couldn’t let Jazmyn be hurt like that.

Jazmyn lay partially draped over a throw pillow and the arm of the sofa as she let her mind wander and eventually it came back to Gage and all his sexiness. It had been so long since she’d had sex with anyone that the mere thought of him caused a pleasurable tightness between her legs. Finally giving up on the movie, she rolled to her back and slid down on the cushions of the sofa.

What she would give to have Gage poised over her right now. The heat of his naked much larger, much stronger body hovering only inches from her naked body would be close to nirvana. His lips on hers would be divine. His lips on other parts of her body would be pure bliss.

Shortly into her fantasy, Jazmyn dozed off into a deep sleep. The precipice of sleep’s abyss approached slowly and openly. Jazmyn hadn’t tried to fight it for long; she rather welcomed a night of deep, liquor-induced slumber with the hopes that her embarrassment would vanish by morning.

Sometime during her eventful snooze on the sofa, Jazmyn climbed up from the numbness and oblivion and was aware of a sound that hadn’t been there earlier. Fighting to open her eyes and come to full consciousness, she heard a knock at her door only a few feet from where she lay.

The movie she’d been watching had gone off and another had started. Had there been one between them that she’d missed? She didn’t think she’d been asleep that long. Determining the time she’d slept, Jazmyn used the length of the movies and where she’d lost track of the first one and the time this one had played, she figured she’d slept most of two hours. Seemed accurate, give or take fifteen minutes.

The knock sounded again and Jazmyn stood slowly. The floor yawed under her feet—maybe the influence of the Jaeger; maybe the fact that she’d just been awakened from a very deep sleep.

“Hold on. I’m coming!” The day had gone full dark outside. Who would be visiting her now? The girls would all be at the Hideaway, working. She had no friends or family who visited during the week.

She got her land legs under her and walked to the door. It seemed the tilting floor was mostly due to being jerked from a deep sleep. She tiptoed and peeked out the window. All she could see was dark hair. The peephole was useless without the porch light and the bulb was blown, so she couldn’t see her visitor there either. The window on the other end of the front wall seemed too far away to consider, but that was the only other place where she could peek and see her front porch.

Instead of doing that, she leaned on the door and asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s me. It’s Gage. Can I come in?”

Jazmyn’s heart dropped into her feet. No way. She was still dreaming. Had to be.

“Gage?” She opened the door without hesitation.

He stood there smiling. “In the flesh, Jazzy. Feel like a little company?”

She stepped aside. “I’m sorry. Yes. Please. Some company would be great right now, actually.”

She shut and locked the door behind him, taking in his smell as she stepped close. If she was dreaming, she hoped it had a happy ending.

Turning, she was taken aback by the look in his eyes as they raked over her body. She had completely forgotten that she only wore a long, very thin t-shirt.

“You look gorgeous, Jazzy. I came to make sure you understand that I had nothing to do with whatever’s between you and the girls. The things I said were legit. I came on to you because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to for a while but you seem so unapproachable most of the time.” He made no move to sit; just stood there staring appreciatively at her body.

“I figured that out a little too late. I really am sorry that I blew up on you like that. I had no right at all.” It was nice that he was looking at her so hungrily, but it was making her a bit uncomfortable, too.

“No need to apologize. It was no one’s fault—least of all yours.” He finally made eye contact.

“Thanks. Would you like to sit?” She motioned to the sofa.

Gage moved into the living room and sat on the edge of the sofa.

“I’ll just go put on some more clothes. I wasn’t expecting company, obviously. There’s some Jaeger, if you want some.” Nervously, Jazmyn started toward her bedroom.

“Don’t put on any more clothes for me, Jazzy. Honestly, I prefer you just the way you are. I’d prefer you in less, actually.”

She stopped. Instantly her womanhood stirred to life and she lubricated. It was uncomfortable as she had on no panties. He wanted her naked. The thought of it made her skin tighten and her nipples harden.

Staring straight at her breasts, Gage said, “I’m not here to propose and I’m not here to use you. But you seem interested,” He nodded toward her chest where her nipples pushed against the thin cotton of her shirt. “and I’m for damn sure interested. We could please each other, Jazmyn. We could comfort each other. No strings attached. We don’t have to act any differently out in public or around our friends than we act now.” He stood and moved slowly toward her.

Yes, she could see that he was obviously interested. His erection bulged the front of his jeans nicely. “No strings? Only pleasure and comfort?” Men usually kicked at the very thought of their sex partner roaming around without some kind of commitment.

He shook his head. She noted that he had slipped out of his socks and shoes before standing up from the sofa. Another step toward her and he unbuttoned his jeans, slid down the zipper, and pushed the denims to the floor.

Her heart flipped and flopped like a fish on a hot riverbank.

He pushed down his shorts and stood before her fully erect. “If you aren’t interested, tell me no. I’ll leave you alone and no hard feelings.”

Her gaze was glued to his engorged member. He was so big. And he was hard for her. She needed him to fill her with pleasure and give her release. She was wet down an inch or more down the insides of her thighs.

Gage reached down and took hold of the hem of her shirt, pulling it slowly and gently up and over her head. He tossed it to the floor behind her and put his hands on her bare shoulders. “I’ll stop if you tell me to, but you have to tell me to stop, Jazmyn.”

She reached out and placed her hands on his chest, tilting her face up to his. “Don’t stop, Gage. Pleasure me; comfort me; no strings.”

As he pulled her to him, his erection pressed into the soft flesh of her stomach, she locked her hands behind his neck and they met in a deep, exploratory kiss that ended with both of them moaning and pressing toward each other.

Gage hooked a hand under each of her ass cheeks and as he lifted her, she spread her legs and pulled upward with her hands still locked behind his neck. As her wetness pressed against the shaft of his cock, he groaned and shivered.

“You’re definitely interested,” he said against her neck where he bit and nuzzled as he carried her toward the sofa. He sat with her still straddling him and maneuvered so he could push up and into her.

Jazmyn gave as much pleasure and comfort as she received. And, though there may not have been any strings attached, they lay tangled with each other, sleeping for several hours afterward. That was another form of pleasure and comfort which Jazmyn happily accepted.

 

END