Spending the Night With Jack

Jack and Abigail got to know each other and became very good friends. One Friday night, Jack took Abigail out to dinner, then shopping at the mall, then parking in a romantic spot beside the river. That was where she had gotten up the nerve to ask him, and from his response she knew that it was something that they both wanted.

"I just need to run in here for a minute," Jack said as he pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store. "You don't have to come in. I'll only be a minute."

Abigail sat in the car and watched as Jack entered the store and came back out again about ten minutes later. He wasn't carrying a bag.

Within a couple of minutes Jack was pulling into the driveway of his home. It was a charming brick house with a porch swing on the front porch and a garden in front.

Jack led her up the front steps, then opened the door and held it for her.

"Thanks," said Abigail.

"My pleasure," said Jack. "Now for the grand tour. This is the living room, here's the kitchen, the laundry room, guest bedroom number one, guest bedroom number two, bathroom number one, my bedroom, and bathroom number two."

"Everything looks so nice," Abigail said as a golden retriever trotted toward her.

"And this is Goldie," Jack said, patting the dog's head.

"Hi Goldie." Abigail knelt to pet the dog, who licked her face. "You sure are friendly."

"She's been a real lifesaver," Jack told Abigail. "Please, have a seat."

Abigail sat on the sofa and felt herself sink into the luxurious material.

Jack switched on the stereo and popped in a cassette.

"It sounds really nice," Abigail said. "Who is it?"

"Marvin Gaye. His first hit was in about the late sixties. Sadly, he passed away a couple of years ago."

Jack was in the kitchen now, and Abigail heard bottles clinking. "Say, would you like a wine cooler? That's a new thing that just came out. Kind of a cross between wine and soft drinks."

Abigail looked at him, shocked.

Jack laughed. "It's all right. You're of age now."

"Oh, yes. Of course." Abigail felt stupid.

Jack brought two glasses into the living room and handed one to Abigail.

"So how was it?" he asked after Abigail had tasted it.

"Not bad. Kind of like a grape soda."

Jack sat on the sofa beside Abigail and put his arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder and listened to the music and sipped the wine cooler. After awhile she began to feel a bit drowsy.

"Would you like to dance?" Jack asked her.

He stood and took Abigail's hand, and she rose to dance with him. Abigail felt a sense of elation and imagined that it must be a result of the wine, which she had never tasted before tonight.

Jack began to kiss Abigail, softly at first, then more passionately. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and was startled, then relaxed and savored the sensation.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Jack whispered, taking her hand and leading her down the hall.

Jack began to kiss her again, and to touch her breasts. Abigail began to feel a yearning, a desire she had never felt before. It both frightened and excited her at the same time.

Jack unzipped her dress and tugged it off.

"Let's get on the bed," he whispered.

Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, Abigail lay back on Jack's bed, and he lay beside her, still kissing her deeply and touching her breasts. Gently he removed her bra and took first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth.

"That feels so nice," Abigail murmured. White hot excitement shot through her, and she began to feel a throbbing ache between her legs, and she suddenly wanted very badly for him to touch her there. As if reading her mind, he peeled off her panties and did just that, which caused her to squirm and moan with pleasure. He gently took her hand and guided it to the stiffness between his legs, which she gently caressed, marveling at the velvety feel of his skin.

Jack inserted first one, then several fingers, inside of her, which she found a little uncomfortable.

"Are you all right?" he asked her. She nodded.

Jack removed his fingers and reached for something on the dresser. A few seconds later she felt him enter her. She felt a sharp pain which made her gasp and caused him to pause for just a moment. When he continued, she found that the sensations were very pleasurable, lilke nothing she had ever experienced before.

She heard Jack cry out and felt him thrust into her deeply several times.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, rolling off her and stepping away from the bed. He was back almost immediately, gathering her into his arms and holding her tightly to himself.

"It feels really nice to cuddle with you like this," Abigail told him.

"Mm, I think so too." Jack kissed her nose.

"Did I do all right?" Abigail asked timidly.

"You did fine, honey." Jack chuckled. "Did I do all right?"

"Well, of course you did...I mean..."

"What?"

"Well, you've been married and all."

Jack laughed. "So is that supposed to make me an expert?"

"By comparison to me, yes."

Jack was amused. "It's not a competitive sport, like football or cheerleading."

"I know." Abigail felt extremely awkward.

"You have no reason at all to feel badly, Abigail. I'm not disappointed in you one bit. Very much the opposite, in fact."

"Thanks, Jack. I feel so much better now."