lust.
When was the last time he was this aroused? Try never. He lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans to
hang low over his hips. What a friggin' mess. Reaching for
the toilet paper roll, he reamed off a wad and began to sop up his
sperm. He kicked off his jeans and removed his soaking wet
underwear, rolling it up in a towel. Joey tossed the mess in the
laundry hamper then stepped back into his jeans and carefully
zipped them up over his semi-erect cock. No more making out
tonight.
Joey leaned over the sink and splashed cold
water on his face. He should jump in the shower under the cold
water until it killed his erection. Sounded like a damned
plan. First though, he had to talk with Cathy and soothe her
concerns.
When he had collected himself he walked back
into the living room. Cathy sipped her Pepsi and she looked deep in
thought.
He sat down next to her but kept a little
distance between them.
"What happened, Joey?"
"When a man is aroused, he… his cock gets
hard. The term 'to come' means he reaches a peak and..." Hell,
he sounded like some lame-ass sex manual . "His sperm or his
seed spurts out, usually inside a woman. It's how a woman gets
pregnant."
She took another sip of her of
Pepsi.
"None of this is spoken of in my time. I tried
to ask my mother once and she told me I did not need to know
anything until the day before I would be married. I will confess I
did see two horses out in the field. The act was rather brutal and
the stallion mounted the mare from behind, biting her while he
thrust."
Oh,sweet hell . Her frank yet innocent
way of speaking was going to destroy what little control he
had.
"Can people fuck like the horses? Is it
possible?"
That did it. He shot to his feet. "I'm going
to take a shower." A very cold one.
Chapter Eight
Catherine lay in the darkness of the parlor
wide-awake. The traffic noises that had frightened and bewildered
her, on the first night, now became part of the symphony of the
neighborhood. She no longer flinched when the ambulances or police
autos roared up the hill to the hospital.
Catherine shifted on her side pulling the
blanket up further to her chin. Joey had been in the shower a very
long time. When he finally came out he said ‘goodnight’ and then
went into the bedroom. At least an hour had passed and her body
still thrummed with unsatisfied desire. She could still smell
Joey’s musky scent. To think she caused him to 'spill his seed'
from a touch of her hand. The deepest feminine part of her culled a
certain satisfaction from the knowledge.
Catherine's thoughts drifted from the carnal
to something more serious– her return home. Earlier that day she
had thought about bringing cases of Pepsi with her then she had
thought, why not Joey? Why not indeed? He did not have any
family or any real ties to the community. Although, she did notice
he talked to his neighbors readily enough and knew the proprietors
of the nearby businesses, like the fish and chip shop and Stephen's
apothecary or drug store, whatever it was called.
For all his muddled and lonely past he was not
a brooding man. Joey did not indulge in self-pity or depressive
thoughts, just accepted things as they were. He was too fine and
honorable a man to have the occupation of a breaker of legs. Surely
he could have found a better occupation. He reminded her of some of
the ruffians she had seen in Truro picking pockets and stealing
food from carts. Oh dear . That was not fair at all. Joey was
not a thief. However, he worked for one.
Could he come back with her to 1821? Her
father for all his interfering ways was influential and could
assure that Joey found a respectable occupation, or was all this a
wistful dream?
Reality poured over her like ice-cold water.
What if Joey did not want to leave? Worse, what if she could never
leave? Could she stay with Joey? Would he want her to? She did not
want to even contemplate that possibility. To her, remaining was
not an option. Her head began to
When was the last time he was this aroused? Try never. He lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans to
hang low over his hips. What a friggin' mess. Reaching for
the toilet paper roll, he reamed off a wad and began to sop up his
sperm. He kicked off his jeans and removed his soaking wet
underwear, rolling it up in a towel. Joey tossed the mess in the
laundry hamper then stepped back into his jeans and carefully
zipped them up over his semi-erect cock. No more making out
tonight.
Joey leaned over the sink and splashed cold
water on his face. He should jump in the shower under the cold
water until it killed his erection. Sounded like a damned
plan. First though, he had to talk with Cathy and soothe her
concerns.
When he had collected himself he walked back
into the living room. Cathy sipped her Pepsi and she looked deep in
thought.
He sat down next to her but kept a little
distance between them.
"What happened, Joey?"
"When a man is aroused, he… his cock gets
hard. The term 'to come' means he reaches a peak and..." Hell,
he sounded like some lame-ass sex manual . "His sperm or his
seed spurts out, usually inside a woman. It's how a woman gets
pregnant."
She took another sip of her of
Pepsi.
"None of this is spoken of in my time. I tried
to ask my mother once and she told me I did not need to know
anything until the day before I would be married. I will confess I
did see two horses out in the field. The act was rather brutal and
the stallion mounted the mare from behind, biting her while he
thrust."
Oh,sweet hell . Her frank yet innocent
way of speaking was going to destroy what little control he
had.
"Can people fuck like the horses? Is it
possible?"
That did it. He shot to his feet. "I'm going
to take a shower." A very cold one.
Chapter Eight
Catherine lay in the darkness of the parlor
wide-awake. The traffic noises that had frightened and bewildered
her, on the first night, now became part of the symphony of the
neighborhood. She no longer flinched when the ambulances or police
autos roared up the hill to the hospital.
Catherine shifted on her side pulling the
blanket up further to her chin. Joey had been in the shower a very
long time. When he finally came out he said ‘goodnight’ and then
went into the bedroom. At least an hour had passed and her body
still thrummed with unsatisfied desire. She could still smell
Joey’s musky scent. To think she caused him to 'spill his seed'
from a touch of her hand. The deepest feminine part of her culled a
certain satisfaction from the knowledge.
Catherine's thoughts drifted from the carnal
to something more serious– her return home. Earlier that day she
had thought about bringing cases of Pepsi with her then she had
thought, why not Joey? Why not indeed? He did not have any
family or any real ties to the community. Although, she did notice
he talked to his neighbors readily enough and knew the proprietors
of the nearby businesses, like the fish and chip shop and Stephen's
apothecary or drug store, whatever it was called.
For all his muddled and lonely past he was not
a brooding man. Joey did not indulge in self-pity or depressive
thoughts, just accepted things as they were. He was too fine and
honorable a man to have the occupation of a breaker of legs. Surely
he could have found a better occupation. He reminded her of some of
the ruffians she had seen in Truro picking pockets and stealing
food from carts. Oh dear . That was not fair at all. Joey was
not a thief. However, he worked for one.
Could he come back with her to 1821? Her
father for all his interfering ways was influential and could
assure that Joey found a respectable occupation, or was all this a
wistful dream?
Reality poured over her like ice-cold water.
What if Joey did not want to leave? Worse, what if she could never
leave? Could she stay with Joey? Would he want her to? She did not
want to even contemplate that possibility. To her, remaining was
not an option. Her head began to
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