Chapter 43
Hollis Page was spending time with her new boyfriend, Jake Andrews. She was free from Foster Prentice and reconciled her feelings about herself and him. Without therapy or regrets. She was ready to be with Jake, and she let him know.
They were holding hands in the park, sitting on a bench. Hollis leaned into Jake and whispered, “It’s time. I’m ready.”
Jake sat bolt upright. He knew what she meant.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Why don’t we go to your place?”
“I’ll get the car.”
When Jake’s Jetta pulled up to his trailer, Hollis wasn’t sure what to expect. But it was, as he said, a trailer in a trailer park. The trailer park appeared well-maintained, although it did have some seedy, clichéd elements.
“This is it,” he said, looking for some response.
“This is yours?” asked Hollis.
“Yes, in a few years. It’s rent-to-own. I’m sure you’re used to better.”
“No, and it’s a lot more than what I have. You know I live with my parents.”
Jake leaned over and gave Hollis a lengthy, passionate kiss before she could say anything else.
Hollis was beside herself. It had been so long since she had kissed a boy with the intention of going all the way. Foster had seen to that.
But this was no boy. This was a man who wanted to take her and knew how to do it. There would be nothing halfway about tonight.
Jake stopped kissing her long enough to get out of the car and open her door. He helped her out of the car and then pressed her against it.
He shoved his tongue into her mouth and pressed his hard cock against her. He pressed her shoulders back to get as close to her as possible and let Hollis feel the swelling of his throbbing erection.
Hollis was aching to have Jake inside of her. She pushed him away so they could get into the trailer and start fucking, as Jake had bluntly put it, what seemed like a lifetime ago.
At this moment, Hollis was ready for Jake to do anything to her that he wanted, just as long as she could have him inside of her now.
Jake opened the door to the trailer and showed Hollis inside.
She smiled to herself.
The wood paneling and the beer posters on the walls added to Hollis’s brand-new fantasy of being taken by a rough blue-collar worker. When Jake turned on the Christmas tree lights in the bedroom for ambiance, it completed the picture.
Hollis was putty in Jake’s calloused hands.
Jake went to the avocado-colored fridge and retrieved a can of soda for both of them.
They sat on the couch for a few minutes, Jake thinking about condoms and Hollis taking in the retro ambience.
“So, this is cozy,” Hollis said.
“You don’t have to be careful about what you say. I know what it is and where it’s located. All I can say is it fits in my budget, and before I bought this place, I didn’t even know what a budget was. So, you can’t offend me.”
“I feel like I just did.”
“Nothing you could ever say would offend me. Not after what we’ve been through.”
Jake set his soda can on the worn-out early American coffee table and took Hollis’s soda from her hand. Two sodas on the coffee table. Four hands free.
Jake pushed Hollis back onto the sofa and kissed her soulfully. His hands were everywhere, exploring her body with a hunger he couldn’t control.
He was pulling her t-shirt over her head when Hollis froze. She pushed Jake up and stood.
She flashed back to Foster Prentice’s sexual advances in his office.
The tickling.
Lying on the leather couch.
Foster’s handkerchief.
The memories came flooding back with a vengeance.
“Oh God,” Jake said. “It’s all still there, isn’t it? All those feelings. You still haven’t gotten over it, have you?”
“I guess not. Having you take me on the couch must have triggered it.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Hollis sat on the recliner. The one held together by duct tape. “I need a moment.”
Jake got her the soda from the coffee table.
Hollis took a sip. She took a deep, cleansing breath.
“Why don’t you take me to the bedroom?” she asked.
Jake led Hollis to the bedroom. She lay down on the creaky bed. It made her laugh a little.
“See, Hollis, everything’s going to be okay.”
“Come here, big guy.” Hollis patted a spot on the bed next to her.
Jake got into bed with Hollis.
He stroked her face gently.
She took his hand in hers and lay there with her eyes closed.
“I’m ready now, Jake.”
Jake kissed her softly on the mouth. He slid one arm under her torso and used the other to cup her breast. He kissed her deeper, and she kissed him back.
The pace was picking up. Not in the ‘take me now, Jake’ way Hollis wanted earlier that afternoon, but with a slow-burning heat that was becoming more intense by the moment.
The foreplay was drawn out. Hands exploring. Tongues intertwined. Petting heavy.
When they were both unclothed, they were lying, facing each other—young, naked, new to the world.
There was no turning back now for either of them.
Jake looked at Hollis as he trailed his hand slowly from her chest to her navel.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
Hollis took a cursory glance at Jake’s body. His compact frame sported a defined chest, flat stomach, muscular legs.
But her eyes were drawn to his huge erection.
Her eyes must have widened, because Jake felt obliged to say something.
“I’m a lot bigger than most other guys, and I don’t want to hurt you. So it’s okay if you want to back out.”
Hollis took her free hand and put it on Jake’s huge cock.
“Jake, tonight I definitely want a man like you as deep inside of me as possible.”
It was Jake’s turn to laugh at Hollis’s unrehearsed attempt at romantic dialogue, and she responded with a chuckle of her own.
Jake already knew what he wanted to do together with Hollis, and now that he had the go-ahead, he was going to do it.
He kissed Hollis gently on the neck and then harder until she started to let out little moans of satisfaction. He worked his mouth down to her breasts, kissing them.
He was fondling her everywhere.
Kissing her tenderly, then roughly.
Dry-humping her with his erection.
He cupped his hand around each of her breasts, using his mouth to get her nipples aroused. He alternated between kissing Hollis’s breasts and tonguing them, nipping lightly at them every once in a while with his teeth. He moved one of his hands down past her navel to finger her pussy.
Jake knew that the more foreplay he offered, the more ready she would be to receive his large cock between her thighs, and the more comfortable she would be when he entered her.
He continued to finger her pussy, but Hollis pushed his hand away.
“Oh, yeah. Foster.”
Hollis grabbed for Jake’s cock.
Hollis was ready to be fucked like she wanted.
Jake teased Hollis’s pussy with the large head of his erection and felt the wetness between Hollis’s thighs. But when he slowly guided it into Hollis, she gasped a little. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were closed. There was a look of mild pain quickly flitting across her face.
Jake hesitated.
“Put it all the way in, Jake. Now,” Hollis commanded.
When Jake was all the way inside her, and he was firmly on top, she opened her eyes and smiled.
“You are a big boy.”
“Big man.”
Hollis agreed. “Big man.”
Jake blushed, and they both relished that first moment of satisfaction when a man is fully inside his woman.
Hollis pulled Jake down into a passionate kiss, and Jake started thrusting into her.
He didn’t have much work to do; he filled her up, just as Hollis wanted.
Right now, Jake was every man she had ever dreamed of, especially in this run-down little trailer that he was renting to own.
She fantasized that she had met him at a garage where her car needed to be fixed; that she was a poor student who didn’t have any money. Her only option was for her to go back to his trailer, where she would have to pay the repair bill with a sexual favor.
Cliché, she knew, but it made her so hot that it wouldn’t take much for her to come, even in the missionary position.
With her fantasy complete, it was no wonder that after a few minutes of Jake thrusting into her, Hollis started to feel the first twinges of pleasure she was looking for.
She tried to slow Jake down, but once he started pushing his cock so deep inside of her, he couldn’t stop.
It had been a long time since Hollis experienced this type of orgasm, so she let it take its course.
The smell of Jake’s citrusy cologne and the feel of his muscles, especially his firm ass, started to send Hollis over the edge. She held on tight while Jake pounded his enormous member into her sweet spot; he was hitting it just right. She felt her orgasm building.
As she was getting closer, Jake was thrusting harder as the twinges in her slit turned into waves of orgasm. Hollis grabbed onto Jake harder as she felt her release.
She let out a shriek. Jake’s body shuddered in response.
He let out a primitive groan; his muscles seized up, then relaxed.
After their release had subsided, Jake collapsed next to Hollis, exhausted.
Hollis went to the bathroom to clean up and looked in the mirror.
A different person was looking back.
It was a confident woman, not a naïve, silly girl.
She went back to Jake, who was already under the sheets. He held up a corner for her to get in, and Hollis kissed him on the cheek.
They lay there for a long while, holding each other, not needing to say a word.
Jake broke the silence.
“So how was it?” He grinned.
“It was freeing.” Hollis sighed.
“No regrets?”
“None whatsoever.”