"Ohh, yessss, Jake," she moaned as she slurped and sucked at her.
He tried to ease her back onto the couch so he could start working on her pants but she resisted. He gave a little grunt of frustration — a good natured grunt he thought, after all, this was part of the thrill of the chase — but she seemed to think he was mad at her.
"I'm sorry, Jake," she said. "I'm just not ready to... you know... go all the way yet. I'm not trying to tease you or anything."
"It's okay," Jake said, his hands going back to her breasts. "I'll just find something else to occupy my time." He lowered his head again, preparing to take the nipple back into his mouth. Once again she stopped him.
"I'm sorry I leave you so... frustrated all the time," she said, her hand rubbing up and down his back. "Maybe there's something else I could do to help you out."
"Something else?" he asked, twirling her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
"You know... maybe I could... uh... put it in my mouth?"
Jake certainly had no problem with this plan of action. "Sure," he said. "I think I'd like that."
She nodded and glanced nervously down at his crotch, which was bulging out quite suggestively. With shaking hands she reached down and undid the buttons on his jeans. He raised his hips up so she could pull them down, revealing his turgid erection to her. She took it in her hand and stroked it up and down a few times, staring at it all the while as if she'd never seen one before. Finally she lowered her head and took him in her mouth.
It became obvious as she went to work on him that she had no idea how to give a blowjob. She swirled her tongue around the head a few times, sucked a little, but kept her hands out of the action and developed no sort of up and down motion that would produce an orgasm. Jake let her do her thing for two or three minutes until his erection actually started to wilt due to lack of stimulation. He then reached down and gently pulled her head up.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Didn't you like it?"
"Uh... well... yeah, I did."
"Then why did you stop me? It's okay if you... you know... come in my mouth." She said this last with an air of fear — the fear of the great unknown.
"Rachel," he said gently, "have you ever done this before?"
Her lip quivered a little. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, seemingly near tears now. "I mean I've had sex and everything, but I've never, you know... done that before."
"There's nothing wrong with that," he said. "I don't want you to do anything you don't really want to do."
"I do want to do it," she said. "I really do. I want to make you feel good, Jake."
Then let me into your puss where it doesn't matter if you know how to do it or not, he did not say. That was the Matt in him coming forth. In truth, he was actually excited at the thought that she had never had a penis in her mouth before — more excited than when one of the nameless sluts he usually slept with performed an expert blowjob on him. "Look," he said. "If you really want to do this, then how about I tell you how to do it right, okay?"
She nodded, looking down at his penis, which had sprung back to its full glory. "Okay," she said.
He directed her through the basic process, teaching her to move her mouth up and down, to use her hands on the base and jack at the same rate her mouth was moving. He directed her on the proper speed to use — a pace that mimicked copulation just prior to orgasm. It was far from the best oral sex he'd ever had but it was very pleasurable all the same because it was Rachel doing it, a woman he actually knew something about, who's company he actually enjoyed. This, coupled with the fact that he'd had no sexual release other than masturbation since he'd started dating her, led to a quick conclusion to the encounter.
"Yes, oh yeah," Jake said as the final moment approached. "Just like that. Don't stop. Almost... there..."
She increased her pace a little, keeping up the friction and the feeling of blissful release shot up and down Jake's body. He exploded into her sucking mouth, letting loose a torrent of pent-up semen. She dutifully kept up the action throughout the orgasmic period although a considerable amount of his offering dribbled out of her mouth and onto his upper thigh.
Slowly she raised her head up and looked at him. The expression on her face was not of delight, nor was it of satisfaction of a job well done. It was of barely controlled disgust. Her color was more than a little on the green side.
"Are you okay?" he asked her as he watched her breathing heavily through her mouth.
"Uh... uh... I'll be back," she said, scrambling to her feet. She made a mad dash for the nearest bathroom, diving into it and slamming the door behind her. A moment later Jake heard the sound of retching.
"Well," he said, standing up and pulling his jeans back up. "That went well."
As the retching went on and on the phone began to ring. He walked over to it and picked it up. "Yeah?" he said into the mouthpiece.
"And hello to you too," said Pauline's voice. "Are you busy?"
A particularly loud retch came drifting out of the bathroom. "No, not really," he said. "What's up?"
"You got trouble," she said.
"What kind of trouble?" he asked.
"I've been getting calls all morning from entertainment reporters wanting comment on an article about you that appeared today in February's issue of Catholic Monthly magazine"
"Is that the porno mag with all the chicks in schoolgirl skirts in it?"
"No," she said. "It's not the porno mag with all the chicks in schoolgirl skirts in it, it's the primary publication of the Catholic Church in the United States and they have a very unflattering article about Jake Kingsley, lead singer of Intemperance in it. I went and picked up a copy an hour ago to see what all the fuss was about and it's very bad."
"How bad can it be?" he asked. "Every freakin' religious group in the world hates everything we stand for. They've all done stories about our satanic music and the coke-sniffing from the butt crack thing."
"This one is different," Pauline said. "This article was written by your ex-girlfriend."
"My ex-girlfriend?" he asked. "Which fuckin' ex-girlfriend? I've had a few."
"Your first ex-girlfriend," she said. "Michelle Rourke, formerly known as Michelle Borrows. The girl you used to date in Heritage while you were playing at D Street West."
"Ahhh," he said, "that ex-girlfriend." That had been almost seven years ago, long before anyone had ever heard of Intemperance. He had met her in community college where he'd been taking some music courses and working on general education requirements for his still unattained college degree. She had been an English major, her goal to one day be a teacher at the Catholic School where she herself had been educated. They had dated for over a year and she was Jake's first true love. Eventually, however, as Intemperance became more popular to the Heritage area rock music fans and as her own Catholic upbringing had finally conquered her will to go on dating a scrungy musician, she had broken up with him. He had never heard from her since and had only seen her one time since. That had been on a television newscast showing religious protesters picketing an Intemperance concert in Heritage. She had been hanging out with a group called The Family Values Coalition of Heritage and carrying a sign that said INTEMPERANCE IS SATAN'S TOOL!
"That ex-girlfriend," Pauline confirmed. "Jake, she makes some pretty inflammatory accusations in the article."