Cookie's Last Day Of Leave

“Come on, Janie,” the young man sitting behind the wheel of the pick-up pleaded, “Won’t ya jest put it in yer mouth for a little bit?”

“Uhn, uh,” Janie, the young woman sitting next to him, uttered her refusal. Her eyebrows were knitted in concentration as she focused on jerking off the young man’s cock. Her delicate hand was moving up and down on her date’s dick as she worked to bring him off.

“I won’t come in yer mouth,” the young man, whose name was James Callahan, pressed. “Ya have my word on that. But won’t you jest suck on it fer a second or two?”

Janie shook her head, her long flowing red locks catching the last rays of the setting sun. The light played and danced in her hair, giving it a fiery glow.

“But I go down on you all the time,” James pointed out.

“I know ya do, Hon,” she looked up at him, her green eyes staring into his gray ones. “And I appreciate it.”

She giggled and then craned her neck to kiss him chastely on the cheek. “I really do.”

The pale skin beneath her freckles turned pink as she blushed at the thought. James had been able to give her more orgasms with just his lips and tongue in the brief span of the past two months than her ex-husband ever had with his dick during their two years of marriage and the two years they had dated in high school before that.

“It’s just that my Mama always told me to never put something in my mouth that I didn’t know where it had been.”

“But Janie,” James protested. “My thing ain’t been nowhere at all since I got home on leave exceptin’ in yer hand! You know that.”

As he said that, his gaze went down to his lap where the twenty-three year old Janie’s hand was pumping on his erection. The tip of it was glistening with pre-cum and more and more of it was oozing out from the slit.

“I reckon,” she conceded, tilting her head to one side as she contemplated the cock in her hand. The fact of the matter was, Janie would have loved to have had that cock inside her right then. Shortly after she and James had started seeing each, she had renewed her birth control prescription. For the first time in the three years since she had been divorced. But her mother, Mary McAllister, had seen them when she took the bottle out of the bag along with her other purchases from the **** Store and had had a hissy fit.

It had not occurred to Janie to sneak the pills in and hide them from her mother. After all, Janie had a five-year old daughter along with being divorced. But since she and her daughter lived with Janie’s mother, Janie had to honor her wishes.

She supposed that she could see her mother’s point. James Earl Callahan, though a decent enough young man, was a Spaceman and gone most of the year. Her mother felt that she was wasting her time with him and should be looking for some one more of the “marrying kind.”

Not that there were that many eligible men around. And those that were could probably do better than a divorced cashier at the local supermarket.

Janie cradled James’s balls as she thought about all of that, her other hand continuing its rhythmic stroking of his cock. Naturally James had offered to wear condoms. Several times he had offered. Repeatedly he had offered. But Janie did not trust those thin pieces of latex. She had heard too many stories of their breaking or coming off inside the woman to risk it.

She smiled at the thought. One of her friends called her youngest son “Trojan” after the full rubber that had slipped off her husband’s dick. Susan had put Janie and a couple of other of the cashiers in stitches at the way she describe how she and her husband had fished around frantically inside her, trying to pull out the damn thing.

“So ya know where my thing’s been,” James persisted, “Won’t you put yer mouth on it just this once? Please?”

She was tempted to. She really was. James was a nice guy and he sounded so ****. But still, she thought of all those other women he had probably had in all those strange places he had been and she shuddered. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Looking pointedly out the window of the hover-craft, Janie said, “Mama will have a keniption if I’m not home by dark. Ya know how she is.”

Then, looking back at James’s face, she added, “Let’s go ahead and make this big ole thing of yern shoot!”

Hearing such words coming from the mouth of such an innocent looking young woman excited James Earl even further. He was already close and when she said that, he took a deep breath and spread his legs further apart, getting ready to come all over Janie’s soft, gentle hands.

“I’m leavin’ tomorrow mornin’, ya know,” he reminded her. Trying one last time to convince her to go down on him.

Janie parted her lips and stared intently at the hard cock. She that today was the last time they would be together for quite some time. For a moment James almost thought she was going to grant his wish. For a moment she almost was.

But shaking her head to clear it, she pumped on him faster while rolling his two balls around in her other hand.

“Oh! I’m a-gonna come, Janie!” he moaned in sweet defeat. He sat bolt upright, gripping her chin in his hand and pulling her face to his as his pelvic muscles tensed. He covered her lips with his and probed and explored her mouth with his tongue as the first blast of cum shot from the tip of his cock.

Janie allowed him to kiss her passionately as he climax, excited by his excitement. She kept fisting his spewing cock as his thick sperm coated her hand.

James groaned and whimpered into Janie’s mouth as she brought him to blessed release with her hands. He thrust time and again up into her pumping hand until at last he was spent.

Breaking the kiss and leaning back in the seat, he reached down to stop her movements.

“Oh, Janie,” he sighed. “That was so, so good.”

Once more he leaned towards her to kiss her, but more tenderly this time. She held his spent cock in her hand for a few more moments, feeling it soften and shrink. Then she released the flaccid organ and reached for the glove compartment. Weeks ago she had started keeping a box of Kleenex there.

“Let’s get ya cleaned up, James Earl,” she said happily. Proud that she had given him such obvious pleasure.

“Whew!” she exclaimed as she wiped her hands with tissues. “Ya sure do create a mess!”

“I’m gonna miss ya, Janie Lynn,” he replied. His face was serious and there was a sad look about his eyes.

“I know,” she answered softly. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna miss ya, too.”

Neither said any more during the next few minutes that Janie dabbed and wiped at James’s private parts, cleaning him off and then returning his genitals to his pants and zipping the pants closed.

“Katie’s gonna miss ya, too,” Janie said in a brighter tone. “When ya drop me off, why don’t ya come in for a minute and say good-bye to her?”

Katie was Janie’s five-year-old daughter. Katie liked James and even though he had never considered himself particularly good with children, he liked her also. Often they would take Katie with them to the movies or out to the local greasy spoon for burgers. Not because James thought that was the right thing to do, but because he genuinely wanted to.

“Ya think it will be safe?” James asked, turning the key in the ignition. “Yer mama won’t be comin’ after me with a shotgun will she?”

“Oh, Mama’s not that bad,” Janie replied, snuggling up next to him. Then she added, “Well, actually she is. But she’s no good with firearms so ya ought to be safe.”

“Maybe ya ought to go in ahead of me and hide the box of shells just to be sure,” he joked. “A person don’t have to have a good aim if they’re a-usin’ a shotgun.”

Janie said nothing, She just held onto one of James’s upper arms with both of hers as the sky behind the mountains turned pink and purple and amber.