Scene 35

Things felt like they were moving in fast forward, Jacqueline tasted the food, a four course meal and recalled it all being delicious, but for the life of her she couldn’t say what she had eaten. She would say it was because she wasn’t thinking clearly, still so shocked at the turn of events that happened before they went into the restaurant, but she often operated within similar mental confines. What she did remember was touching her splayed out fingers of her left hand to her chest, just over her heart. Then snapping a selfie with her head turned just slightly to the side with a coy smile before sending it off to her sisters.

Jackie: Need your opinion
Maddie: You know I am never afraid to provide that service
Jackie: Take a look at this picture and tell me if you think this shade of lipstick makes me look engaged?

The ring itself that was on Jackie’s finger in the photo was rose gold, shaped to look line vines with a few tiny clear diamonds inset to look like leaves and at its center was a large light blue aquamarine gem. It wasn’t some five thousand dollar ring, though it was more than half that or so Jacqueline would think later when the shock of what was happening finally wore off. The engagement had been discussed, not in any detail, just something that needed to happen for her boyfriend, her wonderful, wonderful boyfriend to succeed at Mega Corp. The entire thing felt surreal, the two of them used to be just interns working together in a cubicle. It all was just happening so fast, so blessedly fast.

Much of their time at dinner she found her mind drifting off, hard to focus on any one thing, the feeling of being wanted, Lincoln’s words about always wanting to be best friends and being together filled her past the brim. Like someone pouring water into a glass that was already full she felt like there wasn’t enough room for all her feelings, all her thoughts. It was almost as if it was crowded inside her own mind and soul. All the bliss didn’t completely cover up some background feeling of something being off, almost as if things were wrong. She knew her medication helped her keep stress at bay, but there was something deeper to it. Her joy crashed up against a wall she couldn’t really see past, one she had helped create.

Jacqueline wasn’t sure where the time was going, and hardly recalled how dinner had transitioned to them being back in the car together. None of the feelings, those good and those that felt like a distance scream had left her. With a shake of her blonde hair she looked to her boyfriend, now turned fiancé and took his hand in her own. ‘I am not going to let my self-doubt get in the way of being happy!’ She told herself, wanting to know, needing to know that she deserved to be loved.

When the pair had made it inside the apartment she considered kicking off her heels to gain some relief, but when she felt Linc’s hand on her hip she looked over her shoulder at him. The boyish smile on his cleanly shaven face had her returning it without a thought, a warm feeling growing in her belly at the knowledge that not only was that smile for her, it was because of her. She often teased people, most recently sexually, but before that with games and pranks. It was fun, it was to get attention, it was to make people smile. For them to smile at her. Leaving her stilettos on she turned to face her man. Her shoes were the type that could be described as come fuck me heels, they made her legs and ass look better, sexier and she wanted to be that for the man that had professed his love for her publically, to be sexy for him.

An emotional spike shot through her as she wrapped her arms around Lincoln’s neck, her wrists crossing behind him as she looked into his eyes. The feeling was one of instinct, telling her she shouldn’t be doing this, it was almost tangible. “God, Linc has that goofy grin on his face again.’ Jackson thought, feeling a bit awkward standing so close to his friend like they were a couple in love. The night had felt odd, it started with him wanting to tease him to get a reaction and then he had to ruin it by getting all emotional or whatever was involved with the proposal. Looking past the man Jackson bent his wrist and held up his fingers to get a look at the ring on his finger. ‘The ring is pretty, the nerd has good taste.’ He thought, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Focusing back on his friend Jackson wasn’t able to suppress a laugh that came out more of a giggle with how his friend just stood there looking at him and not saying a word. “What?” He asked while ideas of exactly what crept into his mind. Remembering that his goody two shoes friends wasn’t so sweet and innocent, he wanted something from him. He wanted the same thing Dunn wanted, and it made his stomach churn. The fact that he had already done something like this with Linc didn’t change how he felt about the idea of being sexual with him, it just told Jackson that deep down he was the type of guy to do whatever it took to get what he wanted. “I suppose you want to go to the bedroom now?”

Lincoln put his hand on the sexy blonde’s hip after he locked the door behind himself. He almost put the palm of his hand firmly on her ass, he wasn’t sure why he didn’t, but when she looked over her shoulder at him. The way her soft brown eyes looked at him made Lincoln feel like he was the only man in the world to be so lucky. Neither of them spoke as she turned around to embrace him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her soft chest pressing into his own. With her heels she was slightly taller than him, not that height mattered much. He loved tall girls, the short stacks and everything in between.

The way she looked into his eyes made him feel like she was searching for something, or waiting on him to do something. He didn’t want to believe something was wrong, but he had never been in a position like this before. She seemed so happy over dinner, but at the same time had said so little that he couldn’t help let fear creep in. Fear that she was regretting saying yes. Lincoln knew he needed to at least look stable in order for this new role at the company to happen and that was what prompted this to begin with, yet at the same time it felt like the least important thing. He just wanted Jacqueline to be happy and so desperately wanted her to be happy with him. The worried man had never been blessed with abundance of self-confidence. He had always been a nerd, from a little bit to a lot depending on who you asked and it really had only been recently that society was on board and open with nerds being cool. Not that he ever felt like he was cool, no he felt like the butt of jokes, he felt like he had to be the voice of reason, the adult in a room and felt alone.

Being a coworker with Jackson had been an experience, he worked, just not diligently. Never afraid to just start up a conversation and joke around, sometimes saying things he really shouldn’t at the office. Their meager paychecks had them moving in together so that they could get an apartment that wasn’t far from the office and that allowed them to become friends. Jackson was a friend he wanted to strangle at times, driving him crazy, but he had always made him laugh or at least want to laugh even if he didn’t show it. Somehow, things had evolved past that, a joke he started turned into something very real. He had allowed Jackson an excuse to show who he really was, who she really was and when Lincoln saw her, really saw her. He couldn’t help himself, he felt attracted and that attraction raised all sorts of questions.

Those questions led him here to this moment, a moment where he felt incredibly unsure if he was worthy of her, all while wanting to pin her against the wall and ravish the sexual creature he had pressed against himself. It was when she looked past him, looking at her hand or so he saw in a hallway mirror. One he didn’t remember being on the wall before his trip. Noticing it he noticed a few other things hung on the walls. Lincoln imagined Jacqueline was decorating, or it was Madison. Either way, with the new addition he was able to see his date, his fiancé looking at her ring. In front of him, he saw the most wonderful smile. Then she laughed a soft musical thing, her giggle helping the anxiety that had just built up melt away. It was then she asked him What, like she was suddenly self-conscious of him looking at her, when he had been looking at this person, this young woman with love all night. Her follow up question had him jumping to action when she quarried if he wanted to take this into the bedroom.

Jackson still felt his stomach churning, not enough to be sick, but enough to be uncomfortable when his best friend kissed him. The kiss itself was rough and soon Jackson felt the man’s hands hold him tighter, both hands had been on his hips, but they both moved. One encircling his thin compressed waist, the other sliding down to cup his ass. Jackson kissed him back, not with the same passion or any real passion at all, it was just something he did when kissed. Despite the man’s cleanly shaven face Jackson could feel the unseen stubble, his own mind almost working itself up to ponder on the last time he had even needed to shave, but that thought was lost when he felt like he was going to lose his balance.

Along the tight embrace he now felt Jackson found himself having to take three rapid mincing steps backwards, feeling as if he was going to fall he clung on tighter to Lincoln before he was slammed up against the wall in the hallway. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was hard enough that if Madison were home she would have seen the things hanging on the wall in her room rattle along with the loud thud of something hitting the wall out in the hallway. The hand on his ass slid down to his soft smooth legs, the move was only brief before coming back up, this time going under the skirt of the little black dress. At the same time the lip locked was released and he found the amorous **** move to his neck. “Ahhhh!” Jackson called out feeling one kiss turn to several on the more sensitive part of his body and couldn’t help digging his nails into the man holding him as his legs started to feel like jelly.

It felt good, Jackson hadn’t been with a woman in too long. ‘God that feels too good.’ He thought, wishing he was with someone prettier, someone softer, someone sexier, someone that looked much the way he did now. While the attention to his neck felt good he was trying to prepare himself for what came next. ‘You are Jacqueline, he wants Jacqueline, just do what she would do and this will be over.’ The thought was accompanied by his manhood starting to grow stiff, an uncomfortable prospect with it tucked back between his legs. The feminized man was about to mentally complain about how he shouldn’t enjoy the what was happening when another sensation shot through him like a bolt of electricity. Lincoln had moved one of his hands up and rolled it across his breast.

Through the fabric of the dress, through the enhancing cups of the bra the feeling of the warm hand gently cupping the breast, sliding over the stiff nipple sent a wave of pleasure that had Jacqueline’s eyes rolling back in her head. She had touched her most resent assets, they had been sensitive and little jolts of pleasure had run through her when touching them, but for whatever reason she hadn’t explored them, not really. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t tried to enjoy them like she should, but right now she was enthralled by the feeling of her man doing it for her, doing it with her.

The activities in the hallway continued for another few minutes, Lincoln pressing the woman who was going to marry him into the wall, pressing his body into her own while touching, massaging her chest with one hand and her ass with the other, his manhood pressing firmly to the beautiful creature. He wasn’t sure how long they were doing this, but when he pulled his face away from her neck, both sides of it slightly slick from his attention, he took a deep breath, one ragged one after another. Gazing into her eyes he didn’t see her soft doe eyes with their perfect makeup that drew his attention. They still did that, but there was something harder, something more intense there and he could hear it in her voice when she spoke.

“Bedroom, now.” Jacqueline said, giving the man a slight push so that she could have some room in order to reach down to adjust herself, pulling on her panties to make room for her growing excitement.

Stepping back from the push, Lincoln nodded ready to do whatever it was she wanted, only now seeing that the top of her dress had been ripped. He wasn’t sure when that had happened and hoped she wouldn’t be mad at him for it, but he also wasn’t stupid enough to bring it up at that moment and quickly followed after her, eyes glued to her swaying rear.

The moment they were in the bedroom, not even bothering to close the door, Jacqueline pressed herself into the man, initiating another kiss, her tongue gently touching and then sliding against his own. The kiss in the hallway had been primal passion, this one still held the passion, but it was one of gentle affection. Stepping back she turned around, looking over her shoulder. “Help me take this off.”

Jacqueline felt excited, turned on and loved. She felt what Linc was packing, felt it pressing into her as they made out like kids at a theater and knew exactly what to do about it. She practically did it for a living, it was part of her job and she had gotten very good at it. It was just sex, sex that had a purpose, it was to help herself and to help this man she was with. Still as she thought about it being desired by her boss felt good. Jacqueline knew that she hated it and was only doing it as a means to an end, like she had thought about not long ago as she was looking into Linc’s face. She wasn’t really sure why she thought that way about him, it felt at odds with how she felt now, but feeling at odds with herself was part of the reason why she took her medication she rationalized. ‘This isn’t a means to an end.’ She thought touching the ring now on her finger as she watched the man behind her who had an expression she had seen in a few men that looked at her, it was the look of hunger, a primal sexual hunger, only in Linc it had been dialed up to eleven.

“OHH!” She cried out when the dress wasn’t unzipped, instead her lover had put his hands on either side of the top of her dress and pulled it apart, literally ripping it off her body, destroying the garment. It was the kind of thing she thought she had seen in a porno before, but with the hormones pumping through her, the meds, how horny she was or some combination higher level thought left her.

Unwilling, unable to wait, Lincoln touched the zipper on Jacqueline’s dress, it was already slightly torn in the front so instead he grabbed the article of clothing in both hands. The thought of can I actually rip it not hitting him till after he had done so. With the sexy blonde more naked than she was a moment ago, left in her bra, corset, panties and heels he half picked her up and half tossed her to their shared bed and climbed on top. The way she had commanded him into the bedroom, commanded him to take off her dress drove him wild and he felt he needed to act. He didn’t even remember taking off his own shirt, or any of his clothes, but he did realize he hadn’t had any on. Later he would find them discarded like bread crumbs, leading from the hallway at the apartment’s entrance, to the living room and then into the master bedroom.

The couple picked up where they left off in the hallway, this time they were horizontal. Despite no longer feeling like she was going to fall, Jacqueline still pressed her nails into Lincoln and without his jacket and button up shirt to protect him, her nails left little marks in his flesh. Feeling his cock pressing into her, rubbing on her as they explored each other’s mouths created a momentum of excitement that was building inside of her. She knew men couldn’t control themselves down there, she couldn’t either, but she had also learned that the better she did with how she looked, the better she did with teasing and the better she did touching a man the harder they got. It was an easy measuring tool for how she was doing, a tool she could see and feel with the right men of how much she was desired. Right now her man felt like he could blow just from the anticipation of being with her.

Pressing one hand up, so that it just lightly touched Lincoln’s neck she gritted her teeth, while her other gripped his manhood. The grip on her lower region was much harder than the other, but not to cause him pain. Sliding her hand up and down, she loosened her grip slightly as she spoke. “Fuck me. Fuck me!” It had been a while since she had been with a girl, and even longer since she had fucked anyone. All of her recent intimate moments had her giving pleasure to others, and even then many of those moments were hazy, like being given half of a puzzle without an image to be guided by and told to put it together. She didn’t want to put him in her mouth, she would if Linc told her to, but she wanted to fuck.

Lincoln felt the hand on his neck tightly slightly, not enough to cause any discomfort, he didn’t have a strangling-suffocation fetish but the way Jacqueline held her hand there while jerking him off and giving him a command to fuck her… he at least was able to appreciate the people who did and how such a fetish could be appealing. Shifting himself he leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed both lube and a ribbon of condoms. Ripping one away from the others he smiled down at the woman under him. Forgetting till just this second that the breasts under her bra hadn’t been there before he left. What she had before a fantastic replica of tits had been sexy, but watching her chest heave he thought there was no true comparison. “Take your bra off.” He said, trying to return a command. He didn’t feel as confident doing it, it wasn’t natural, not like he thought it was for her.

Ripping open the package of the condom he thought back to the last time they had sex, the first time and she had said he didn’t need it. He had loved that she had said that, he didn’t have a problem putting a condom on, but it felt so much better without it. Tossing the opened rapper to the side, with the condom still inside Lincoln let out a light growl that he hadn’t intended as he saw his girlfriend’s breasts fully on display for the first time when the bra came free. Her areolas weren’t nearly as large as some girls he had seen in real life or in video’s, but her D cup breasts and erect nipples made him respond. With the lube still in hand and partially forgotten he leaned back down, using the hand holding the lube to prop himself up, the other to massage one of her breasts and to open his mouth and take the nipple of the other into his mouth.

“GOOood LORD!” Jacqueline said, that the lightning bolt that had gone through her body in the hallway when Lincoln had started to play with her breasts was ramped up several fold, causing her toes inside her heels to curl. One hand gripped the pillow under her head tightly and the other clutched onto the hair on the back of the man’s head to hold him there. She could feel that piece of her in his mouth, the warmth of it, how wet it was and the pressure as he suckled and the spike of pain that added to it when he lightly bit her nipple, it not detracting from the pleasure at all, instead only heightening it. As amazing as it felt and it felt good enough that Jacqueline felt like her mind was going haywire she could only take so much. “Fuck me! Lincoln! Fuck me!”

Pulling his face free from Lincoln blinked at her, knowing what he needed to do, what he had been about to do and loving how her command now had a tint of her pleading for him to do it. Adjusting himself he took the lube in hand, squirting some into his palm, now aware that his member was already dripping pre-cum, much of it on the sexy person under him. He didn’t even think twice about the dick that stuck out from her panties, he just reached down and pulled them off like he had done with the dress. It didn’t go as smoothly, Jacqueline taking in a breath through her teeth from the pain. He would owe her an apology, but wasn’t going to go about saying I’m sorry in the middle of what they were doing. “I’m sorry, lets fuck now.” Just didn’t seem like the right call.

Hands slick with the lube he rubbed it over his engorged member before helping her shift in the bed so that her legs could be up in the air, her sexy heeled feet over his shoulder as he rubbed some of the lube on her. Taking himself in hand he positioned his cock before touching the tip of it to her anus. He watched as she closed her eyes tight, shaking her head rapidly without lifting it up from the pillow, giving him just the briefest of thoughts that she didn’t want this, but he ignored it. She had asked for it, commanded it so he pressed forward, leaning his weight into her and allowing his cock to start to slide in.

Something inside of Jacqueline screamed for things to stop, causing her to toss her head about and tense the muscles in her arms, but she felt so horny and was **** for release. She could feel the cool air of the room on her wet breast where her lover had taken her in his mouth. She needed this, she needed him, she wanted to make him happy, all of it together overpowered that mental wall that was pressing in on her. “YES!” She cried out feeling him start to press into her, feeling like there was no way he was going to fit. Linc’s cock felt too big, that it was going to rip her apart, causing her to whimper, not just in pain but need as he slowly thrust his hips and the pain was mixed with pleasure. It wasn’t the same as when he had nibbled on her chest, though it was similar. “Ahh, ahhh!”

Squeezing her eyes closed tight she used her own hands to hold her chest that she felt bouncing with each thrust of the man pressing into her. Jacqueline’s palms pressing firmly down on her nipples quickly turned to her rubbing herself while she rocked up and down. The pleasure of touching her sensitive chest combined with what everything else had her own dick squirting streams of cum as her arousal grew to its crescendo. With how she was positioned her own cum shot back at her, splashing across her chest, neck and face. With her mouth open as she screamed out a small amount found its way on her tongue. Her own seed wasn’t what it once was, months ago. Instead of a thick white ropy substance it was more watery thanks to her lower testosterone and increased estrogen levels. “GOD YES! YES!” The build up of that warmth inside of her had exploded out and the taste of cum in her mouth brought a feeling of satisfaction of a job well done. Every time she had tasted a man’s seed it meant she had done a good job, she had pleased them. Often her goal was just to get things done as quickly as possible and the reward for it had been their seed. It had made her sick, running to the bathroom to get it out more than once. While this time it was her own it was still cum, but it didn’t turn her stomach. Instead of it churning like it had at the door with Linc it felt more like butterflies, content butterflies.

Hearing his lover call out had Lincoln pick up his pace it wasn’t just about the extra friction, he still tried to change up the motion. At the lowest part of his thrust he would press in harder, holding it there, pulling back just slightly before pressing back in, repeating a few times before going back for larger thrusts. He had started out slow, getting a good rhythm, trying to strike a good balance between letting himself enjoy every second of what was happening and wanting to hold back for it to not be over too quickly. If he let himself go, just live in the moment he wasn’t sure he would have made it more than twenty seconds, not with how turned on he was. With her words for encouragement Lincoln let himself go and found himself almost instantly filling his lover's rear with his seed.

Jacqueline felt the man inside of her grow a little slack as his member started to shrink, leaving her with the feeling of something leaking from her rear end. Doing her best to catch her breath she felt him pull away and plop down next to her. She didn't pay attention to the fact that the only thing she wore now was her corset and heels, nor did she consider the cum and sweat that now covered her. She only smiled, putting a palm on the man’s chest that lay next to her.