Written by Mally Stewart for Camilla
in which Jason and Melissa play a game.
Jason Sturgess found himself with more than a vengeful affair on his hands.
Melissa Freeman was a multi-faceted personality who kept him guessing - and interested.
For instance, he had not expected her to agree to make love on his wife Jessica's desk.
She'd thought about, sort of agreed, then, when he started in the direction of the office, said she had to get home, her mother would be worried.
'I thought we were going to...'
She interrupted him. 'When does she get back?'
He thought. 'Maybe Monday night. Tuesday for sure.'
'OK. We'll do it Monday night. You'll put on a very good suit, and you'll come and pick me up at my house, where you will meet my parents. We'll tell them that we're going to a company event and that, because I'm so young, you feel personally responsible for my safety and well-being. They will be very impressed. Then, you'll take me to dinner at Ciboulettes. (A dressy French restaurant in downtown Atlanta.) I'll also be dressed up, but if my age comes up when you order the Dom Perignon you will convince them that I am old enough. If you don't, you'll let me drink from your glass. If that doesn't work, then I'm going home.'
He shook his head. 'You've got it all planned out, don't you?'
She nodded, a serious expression on her face.
'Yes. That's what I do. I've given it a lot of thought. I think that, if you're going to take a major act of revenge against your wife, it should be done in style, with dignity and ceremony.'
He was amazed at her. Again. 'What? Revenge? What are you...'
She cut him off. 'Oh come on! All the world saw how she was coming on to that baseball guy!'
'Whatever! Now she's delayed her return and you know very well what's going on. That's why you're with me.'
He didn't know what to say. He'd never met anybody like her.
On Monday evening he dressed up in some very expensive clothes. His corn-yellow silk shirt was custom made for him.
The Armani suit, a powder blue color that brought out the blue of his eyes, had set him back at least a couple of grand.
Imported shoes. He looked himself over in the mirror and nodded.
Not bad. Not bad at all. He kept in shape and looked and sounded younger than his actual 43.
He'd always felt that his hold on Jessica, who was only 29, was a tenuous one.
Perhaps, he'd thought, by working out and keeping in shape he'd be better able to keep her. He grinned at his reflection.
So, he told himself, you couldn't keep a 29 year old, so now you're going after a 17 year old! Good thinking, Jason, good thinking!
A woman answered the door.
He could tell right away that she was the mother, and he could see where Melissa got her looks.
The woman was an older version from the same mold.
She greeted him with a vigorous handshake.
'Mr. Sturgess!' She beamed at him.
'LISSA,' she yelled up the stairs, 'Your boss is here.'
Turning back to him, 'Come in, come in, Mr. Sturgess! It's so nice to meet you!'
She led him through a hallway into a living room.
Her husband was in there watching the Monday Night Pregame show.
He was a small man, a bit scrawny looking. He shook Jason's hand and welcomed him to his house.
'So, where's your wife?' he asked.
'Harry!' His wife scolded him.
'That's none of your business!' She turned to him.
'I'm sorry. He gets grumpy when his TV viewing is interrupted.'
Jason saw that she was much younger than her husband.
Was that why, looking at his own history, the man was suspicious of him?
He laughed. 'That's OK, Mrs. Freeman. I understand. if we didn't have this event tonight I'd be watching the game myself.'
'Men!' she muttered, with a smile.
'LISSA! Your boss is here!' She yelled again.
'You can't believe how she's making herself up for this event! It must be very special? She was in the shower for half an hour! But what can you do? The kids today, they know what they want and us older folks can't tell them anything.'
'Oh, you look pretty young yourself, Mrs. Freeman.'
She giggled. 'Thank you, Mr. Sturgess! You hear that Harry? he thinks I look young!'
The man grunted. 'Yeah. I hear him. Perhaps he'll give you a job, too.'
Jason looked at him.
The man really didn't like him. Had he sniffed him out that easily, that early?
He doubted it. The man was just a grouch.
Never one to ignore a challenge, Jason took him on.
He turned to Mrs. Freeman. 'Please, don't explain. If I had a daughter who looked like Melissa I'd be beating the men off with clubs. I understand.'
From the corner of his eye he saw the man give him a piercing look.
He continued. 'That's one reason why I wanted to escort her personally. As her boss I feel its my responsibility to make sure that she's safe.'
'You could have invited us,' Harry Freeman said. 'We would have kept her safe.'
'Harry! It's for the business! Not for parents.'
She looked unhappily at Jason, shrugged. 'LISSA! What's keeping you?'
'It's all right, Mrs. Freeman. I'll go wait in the hall. Let him watch his game.'
She followed him out. 'You can call me Fran, Mr. Sturgess.' Her smile was just like her daughter's, or was it the other way around?
'Thank you, Fran. And you should call me Jason.'
Suddenly the reason for Mr. Freeman's grouchy behavior became clear.
Melissa appeared at the top of the stairs, and Jason caught his breath.
She'd pulled her hair straight back and tied it at the back of her head, from where it cascaded down around her shoulders, emphasizing the lovely, swan-like lines of her neck.
Her face was fully revealed, and it was beautiful.
Her hazel eyes, large and widely spaced, glittered like gems.
She had a touch of red on her cheeks, and a delicate shade of pink on her lips.
Her oval face shone with an inner confidence, an acceptance of her beauty.
She wore a sheer white dress, no more than a slip, of a diaphanous material.
It was cut low in front and the slope of her generous breasts was fully visible.
An emerald brooch, the only jewelry she wore, rode proudly in the hollow of her throat.
The dress was short, ending 3 or 4 inches above the knee, showing off a pair of fabulous legs.
Jason realized that he was staring, almost drooling, and glanced at Fran to see if she was watching him, but she wasn't.
Her eyes were on her daughter, too, and they were filled with pride.
A lot of women would have looked trampy dressed like that, but not Melissa.
She carried herself with an innate dignity that spoke of true femininity and if people found her sexy, then that was their judgment, not hers.
She glided down the stairs, her eyes fixed on Jason's.
She was seeing his emotional responses to her, knew that she was blowing him away, and enjoying every second of it.
She approached him with her hand held out.
'Mr. Sturgess. Boss. How nice of you to come.' She sounded like Eliza Doolittle practicing a proper English accent, with each syllable carefully enunciated.
Fran was paying attention now! Her eyes flew from her daughter to Jason, and back again, a dawning suspicion in them.
Melissa noticed, did nothing to dispel it.
She craned her neck and kissed his cheek, then smiled at her mother.
'I'll spare Daddy the agony of looking at me, so say goodnight for me, won't you? Oh, and don't wait up. As you can see, I'm in good hands.'
In the car, Jason admired her. 'You look sensational, Melissa. No wonder your dad was so suspicious of me.'
'Was he? Poor Dad. He'll get over it.'
'He's quite a bit older than your mom.'
'Yes. I have a half sister who's the same age as my mom.'
'That must be weird.'
'Not really. You grow up with what's around you, and it all seems normal.'
He had the radio tuned to an oldies station and Ella was singing 'Love For Sale.'
Jason's head was already spinning from all that he'd been through so early in the evening, but when Melissa started singing along, and with a very nice voice, he gave up.
'Just how do you know a song like that?'
'Dad plays that old stuff all the time. I grew up with Sinatra and Tony Bennet, Sammy Davis Jr and Ella - all of them.'
He shook his head in amazement. 'You're starting to bug me, young lady.
Just how does somebody as young as you become so mature so..... accomplished?'
She shrugged. 'Who knows? There are things that I just know how to do. I don't know how i know. I just know.'
'Well, whatever the reason, the results are truly special.'
The Maitre D' led them to a banquette in a quiet, cozy corner.
He ordered the champagne and watched the waiter carefully.
The man nodded. The question of age never came up.
And why would it? Sure, Melissa looked young, but all grown up. Looking at her, nobody could have suspected that she was only 17.
She ate grilled Hudson Valley foie gras - and pronounced it correctly - with rosti potatoes.
He had the rack of lamb with real mint leaves.
Throughout they sipped their Dom Perignon. He would have thought he'd have nothing in common with her, but she was up to date on world events and had her own point of view on them. China?
They're coming along. Give them time. India and Pakistan? Dangerous.
She wondered why religion was used to create so much hatred.
Nuclear Proliferation Treaty? No good.
Why should the United States - who genuinely lacked aggressive intent and was not interested in the territory of other countries - give up the right to test weapons when people like Saddam would have no such restraints?
After dinner they strolled through Centennial park, arm in arm, talking, and breathing in the crisp October air.
Back in the car, on the way to the office, he asked if she wanted to go through with the plan. Knowing her so much better, and forming respect for her, he was almost regretting what they were about to do. 'We'll see,' she said. 'If you're a good boy....'
When they were out of the down-town area she asked, 'Would you like a road-job?'
'A road-job? What's that?'
'You don't know?'
She leaned over to his side of the car and unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled his penis out.
She put the head in her mouth and gnawed gently on the bulbous ridges while rubbing her tongue across his pisshole. He was instantly erect, and very surprised.
'Hey! You want me to crash this car?' he demanded.
She laughed at him, continued what she was doing.
He pulled into an empty parking lot and got as far from the street as he could.
He gently caressed her neck under her hair. 'I think I'd rather save it for the office,' he told her.
She relinquished her mouthhold and sat up.
'Your pre-cum tastes like almonds,' she told him.
'Want to taste?' She kissed him, pushed her tongue into his mouth.
He could taste something, but didn't think it was almonds.
Forgetting that his right foot was holding the brake pedal down, he turned in his seat to hold her more tightly.
The car lunged into a privet hedge before he reacted and stopped it.
'Jesus H. Christ! Look what you've made me do!'
She was laughing hysterically, laughing at him. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove away in a hurry. 'What the hell you laughing at?'
Between gasps she managed to splutter, ' You should have seen your face! It looked like a big red balloon that had been blown up too much and was ready to pop! Your eyes! They were wide as saucers, and scared!'
He glanced over at her, and registered a lot of impressions all at once.
Funny how the eyes can comprehend something in a flash that takes a lot of words to try to describe!
First, encompassing all the other impressions, was her youth; the young voice bubbling with laughter, the tight skin around her eyes, the uninhibited way she threw her head back, exposing the delicate neck.
Then there was the way she was laughing at him, not yet ground down into the politically correct idea that it's wrong to laugh at somebody, especially right in their face. He watched her flexible young body writhing on the seat, as though it were boneless.
All these perceptions came together and landed in a place inside him that he hadn't even known was there.
It was a soft place, a warm and fuzzy place, a loving place. He looked at her. She had gotten to him, no doubt.
At the office, she jumped out of the car and went around to his side of the car. 'Carry me,' she said.
'What?' He looked around. His building, a two storey metal frame and glass structure, was just one of many in a large office park.
There was a security patrol, but they were not in sight. Lights shone randomly from nearby buildings, but he couldn't see any people inside.
'I said, carry me! What kind of a knight are you, anyway!' She was indignant.
He got it.
She was playing a game, and expected him to play it with her.
He was to be her knight in shining armor, she the fair maiden in need of saving or freeing or something.
'Yes, my lady! Right away!' He swooped her up in his arms and walked into the building, unlocking the door while holding her.
He pushed the door shut with his foot and locked it again. He looked at the stairs. 'Do I have to carry you up the stairs, too?'
'Of course!' She was laughing at him again, but she clung to him and arranged her weight so that she would be easier to carry.
'I see. The gallant knight has rescued the damsel from the alligator infested swamp down here and is even now carrying her to safety in the hills above.'
She kissed him. 'Yes. You are my gallant knight, and I will have to find a way to reward you.'
Upstairs was where the executive offices were, including Jessica's, which was right next to his own.
These offices were more like cubicles, with half walls and glass tops. There were no secrets at Sturgess - at least, not until tonight! he shouldered the door to Jessica's office open and carried Melissa inside.
He was puffing noticeably now and almost dropped her.
She got her feet on the floor quickly and steadied herself, then stamped one of them angrily.
'Why have you brought here?' She demanded.
He was mystified. 'What?'
'Why have you brought me here, to the den of the wicked witch?'
'What?' He was becoming angry himself.
Without the least warning she hauled off and slapped him, hard.
'To think I trusted you! What a fool I was! What a cold, hard hearted thing you have done! To bring me here, into the cave of the evil witch herself! Have you no decency?'
She seemed ready to slap him again. She was really into this role! Jason decided he'd better get into his role fast! His mind working rapidly, he came up with a plan.
'Forgive me, your ladyship! I neglected to tell you that I have the antidote!'
She looked suspicious. 'The antidote? What antidote?'
'I dug it up myself! With my bare hands I invaded the crypt of the dead wizard and brought out the books he'd taken with him.
It took ten thousand professors working night and day for two years to crack the code, but they did it! We now know the secret of the witch's power! And we have the antidote.'
She seemed to soften. 'Let me know the nature of this antidote. Is it a potion, a spell, a curse?'
'No. It turns out that the witch first captured the power by the use of, um, a certain part that resides in the warm area between her legs.'
'I see. And the name of this resident is?'
'Well. Um, it has many names, really.'
'Can you name one?' Her impatience was growing.
'Yes, well. Um, pussy. Yes, that would be one of the names. Pussy.'
She seized on the word, shouted it loud.
'Pussy? Is that the antidote? Ten thousand professors worked night and day for two years to come up with pussy?'
He stepped back from her, fearful that she was ready to slap him again. man, she really was into this!
'Yes, ladyship! But listen to the wisdom of the wizard. He said the key that locks the door is also the key that opens it.
As the wicked witch used her pussy to capture the power, the secret to releasing it is - pussy!'
'I see.' She seemed unconvinced. 'This wicked witch, she actually has a pussy?'
'And you know this from personal experience?'
He hesitated, not sure what she'd do to him.
'Yes,' he got out, ready to jump away from her.
'Hmph!' She snorted. 'That explains how you are able to touch the witch without having your body turn to dust.'
'Why, yes! That's probably true.' he was relieved that she hadn't attacked him again.
'And the name of this witch, her ral name is?'
He didn't like this.
Calling his wife a witch in the abstract seemed almost OK, but making it specific was an attack on her, and on their relationship.
He came to the understanding that Melissa wanted to push Jessica aside and move into her place.
He hesitated. She kicked his shins, hard. He broke role. 'Hey, that hurt! Cut that out, now!'
She ignored his outburst. 'The name of this witch is?' There was an angry warning light in her eyes. He might be weak enough to break role, but not her.
It seemed that if he wanted to fuck her - and he wanted to fuck her - he would have to get back in role and play with her. 'Jessica.' He hung his head.
'Je sick a.' She separated each syllable. 'And this Je sick a, she has a pussy powerful enough to capture the wizard's power?'
He really didn't like where the game was going. 'All right,' he said. 'Let's quit this now. If you want to go home, that's OK.'
She broke role. 'What's the matter with you? Why are you protecting her?'
'What? What are you talking about?'
'Oh please! Give me a break! You saw her! We all saw her!
Coming on to that baseball player like that! Do you think we're blind? And she's not home yet? There's no mystery as to what she's doing with that guy!'
'Basketball. He was a basketball player.'
'Whatever! I can't believe you're trying to protect her!
Why did you want to fuck me on her desk?
You know exactly what she's doing! Why are you with me at all?'
She had him. Everything she said was true.
And, dear God! She was beautiful when she was angry! he reached for her, wanting to hold her.
She slapped him again, back in her role.
'This je sick a, she has a pussy powerful enough to capture the wizard's power?'
'And you think I might have a pussy equal to, or greater than, hers?'
'But you don't know, do you?'
'Well, I've had a brief....:'
'Should you not inspect the prospective pussy?'
'Why yes! Yes, of course I should!'
This was much better! He lifted the hem of her dress. it didn't have far to go, and he soon saw that her legs went straight up to her bare pussy, unimpeded by panties.
He flattened out some fingers and pressed them against her pussy.
'It seems pleasantly plump,' he said.
He parted her lips, put a finger between them. 'And moist. Juicy.'
'And what of the aroma?'
He pushed her dress up over her hips, freeing his other hand.
He knelt in front of her and pushed his nose into her pussy.
'Hmmmm,' he said appreciatively.
'What a beautiful bouquet!' He poked a tongue between her lips, swirled it around.
'Ahh, yes. Full bodied, with a smoky texture and a hint of berries. Earthy. Delicious!'
He pushed harder, opened her up and rubbed his tongue over her clitoris.
She leaned back against the desk and groaned.
'Do you think it powerful enough to release the power?' Her voice was reedy, full of passion.
'Oh yes, your ladyship! It is a flower of great beauty and delicacy, and yet robust enough to the task at hand.'
'I see. And what is the task at hand?'
'Why, my lady, it is to apply the antidote to the wicked witch!'
She was thrusting against his face, her body already caught up in the rhythm of sex. 'Ah yes. The antidote! How will we do that?'
He stood up and released his raging penis.
'Your pussy is the antidote, and this is the key!
By placing the key within the pussy, the power will be released!'
'Time is fleeting, my knight! Apply the key, now!'
Jason needed no urging.
Opening her up with his fingers he rubbed the head of his penis between her lips, lubricating it with her juices. 'You are very wet, my lady.'
He pushed the head in, waited a moment, absorbing the sensations. Yes, her pussy truly was wonderful. Warm and wet, and snug. He lifted her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor. She wore no bra, and her beautiful breasts swung free. He hunched his back so that he could reach them with his mouth.
He felt the nipple growing, hardening as he sucked it.
Melissa was pushing her pussy at him, trying to get him in deeper.
He lay her back on the desk with her butt on the edge and, still standing, began ramming into her.
It turned out that the desk was the perfect height for him and he was able to perform with strength and speed. Remembering how she'd slapped and kicked him, he decided to give her a little of the rough treatment and began ramming up against her clitoris as hard as he could.
She didn't take it as punishment, though, and the volume of her breathing and grunting increased greatly.
'Fuck me, my gallant knight! Fuck me hard!'
He was able, this time, to keep it going for many minutes before he felt the swell of his cum boiling up below his balls.
'Are you ready to cum?' He asked her.
'Yes! Yes! Put your fingers on my clit! Hard, damnit!'
Her body writhed under him, working in great determined thrusts.
He squeezed her clitoris and banged away as hard and as fast as he could.
He became aware of the noises they were making; the hard, deep breathing, the slapping of flesh on flesh, and flesh on wood; the grunting and moaning and gasping; it all combined to create a symphony of lust unbridled. he couldn't hold it any longer.
'I'm cumming!' he gasped.
'Me too!' She spoke fast, breathlessly. 'Me too! Here it commmmmmmessssssss!'
She started wailing and her body went rigid.
Her grip on his arms was unbelievably strong.
The orgasmic spasms engulfed him, and he joined her in shouting out his release. He collapsed on top of her, and they lay there, gasping for breath, feeling their passions run out of their bodies.
After a while she pulled his lips to hers. 'That was fantastic,' she told him. 'That was the best fuck I ever had.'
As their tongues played in each others' mouths, he felt himself heating up again.
She made a noise of appreciation as she felt him growing inside her too. 'Let's go do it on my desk,' she said. 'That way, when I'm working, I can see us together, and get a thrill.'
He picked her up and, still inside her, carried her down the stairs and into the data entry area.
'I want to be on top,' she told him.
'And get those clothes off!'
Naked, he positioned himself on her desk and she climbed up onto him. She had all kinds of moves.
Sideways. Rotating. Up and down. Backwards and forwards.
Her face gradually became more flushed as she built her pleasure and became hotter and hotter. He could feel the juices running out of her and onto his stomach and down between his legs.
He didn't care.
The sweet velvety feel of her cunt surrounding his cock was all he wanted.
Presently she built up speed and began to grind on him, rubbing her clitoris on his mons. He could feel the tip of his penis hitting her uteris, he was so deep inside her.
'Oh Jason! I'm cumming again! I'm cumming! YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!'
He felt her pussy gripping him tight as she came and it caused him to cum too.
She lay down on his body, kissing his face, his neck, his eyes, his nose.
'You are a fabulous lover,' she told him, smiling sweetly in his face.
He wanted to believe that she meant it, but his experience with other women told him that women never say things like that.
At least, not to him. Yet, he had been good! He had lasted quite well, especially considering how tight her little cunt was.
And he'd gotten it up twice! It had been a while since he'd been able to do that!
Perhaps she hadn't had many lovers, and the ones she'd had had been green boys who didn't know what to do? yeah. That was probably it.
He went back upstairs to get her dress and noticed the wet stains on Jessica's desk.
He turned to go get some towels from the bathroom, but changed his mind.
Let her find them! She should know that she was not the only one who could cheat!
He dropped her off at her house, where she kissed him passionately again.
'Good night, my good knight,' she told him and slipped through the door.
Jason worried on his way home.
The girl was very young. If their affair became public, he could be disgraced.
He really should not meet her like that again.
But how could he resist? She was the brightest, most enjoyable thing he'd ever had in his whole life! He would exercise caution, and be discreet. Very, very discreet. And what of Jessica?
This is a new age, he thought.
Old values aren't working so good any more.
Perhaps they could work something out? She had her lover, and he had his.
Other people had open marriages. Yes! He'd give it a shot.
Confront her, and then confess his own affair, but without revealing who. he felt better.
But first, he wanted her to notice the spot on her desk, and let her work it out. Then he'd confront her.
He slept well that night, thinking that life could be wonderful.
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