Chapter 5

Leonard drove the car away, remembering that he had his own problems to contend with. He wasn’t exactly a guy with strings attached. There were all those cute girls whom he had been screwing before he had met Betty. Girls he had taken care of who needed his protection. Girls he didn’t want to leave out in the cold, even though he loved Betty more than anyone.

The first one on his mind was Jenny. She seemed the most helpless of everyone.

He had called to tell her that he would be gone for the weekend, and she hadn’t taken it lightly. In fact, she had cried into the telephone, and he had had to hang up on her while she was still in tears.

Now he felt a need to get to her quickly, to cool her off, and calm her down, and reassure her in some way, and give her money to last her until she found another Daddy.

It seemed strange to Leonard that he was really giving up Jenny after three months of intimate love and affection, and dependence.

But he had no choice. He couldn’t make Betty one of a group. He was in love with Betty. She was a special girl, and he intended to give up everybody, just as he expected her to do the same for him.

Still, Jenny played on his mind.

He wondered how she had spent the weekend, whether she had made herself miserable or whether she tried to forget him with another guy. It wasn’t so easy to find a big, strong fellow who would be nice to a girl, that much he knew without flattering himself.

Jenny was gorgeous in her sweet, young way, and she shouldn’t have much trouble finding herself somebody. She was particular, though. She had rejected lots of good fellows because they didn’t meet her specifications. It wasn’t only that she liked to fuck, that she was such a hot pussy. Yes, she was that, but much more.

He began to feel the thrill of delight as he thought of how lively Jenny could be in bed. His cock began to pound a little, and he felt it taking on a half-hard-on in his pants.

He reached down and squeezed his dick. It was coming up real stiff. He didn’t want to go into Jenny’s apartment with a hard-on. She would see it, and that would be the end of all of his good speeches of leaving her.

He went halfway up town and parked at a garage. He’d been a sucker for Jenny at first and gotten her a pretty snazzy apartment in a new high-rise building.

Now he regretted having to pay such a stiff rent, but there was nothing he could do; he had signed the lease.

In the lobby, he fiddled in his pocket for the key and realized he didn’t have it with him.

He pressed the door button. It rang in reply almost immediately, and he went inside. He had the uneasy feeling she had been waiting for him every minute of the weekend.

He wondered what kind of time she’d give him, whether she would carry on like a lonely kid or try to be brave and let him be. He rode up in the elevator feeling tense and eager at the same time. His thoughts of Jenny became blurred over with the imagined vision of her naked on the bed, waiting for him to fuck her.

The elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor, and he got out and walked down the corridor. As he turned the corner, he heard her door open and saw her face pop out.

Her long, dark hair fell forward.

She had brushed it, as always. She was so beautiful, so smooth.

He felt his heart beginning to thump.

His balls were banging away also.

He knew that his cock was straining out hard in his pants, and that in another second or two, he would come up close to her, and she would know it also.

Then he’d be lost.

He reached the door, and she stepped out.

She was wearing a see-through robe of some sort, with little fuzzy white decorations at the edges. Right there in the hall, she stepped into his arms and gave him a tremendous tight hug.

He felt the full length of her body pressed against him. Immediately, she knew that his prick was hard. He could tell it from the smile that blossomed suddenly on her face.

She pulled inside and slammed the door behind them. She didn’t bother to talk, not even to say hello, or where they were, or anything. She was an opportunist, and she was hungry.

She hung around his neck with all her weight, and pressed her belly against his. She began to lift her hips and grind away against his hard-on. She was dry-humping him like crazy, turning him on so hard that he thought he would explode right then, and shoot in his pants.

But Jenny was smart, and she knew what to do.

She stepped away from him in a few minutes, and began to unbuckle his belt.

She zipped down the zipper and made him step out of his clothes.

He didn’t even feel strange standing there in his shirt tails with his cock poking out. Jenny made him feel right at home and comfortable. She stepped in close again, moving aside the material from her robe, so that she was naked too.

He felt the hot curve of her thighs catching hold of his dick between them.

She closed her legs tightly on his cock and the warm flesh enveloped it.

She sighed in his ear.

And she began kissing his face then, with her parted lips.

Her tongue made a fine hot line down his cheek to his mouth. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and pressed herself tightly up against him.