A(?)/N: Yeah...well, hi kiddies. Joker here. Listen, I know some of my little pals out there are, ahem, underage...I just wanted to warn you, this chapter has some reeeal sexy stuff in it, some pretty hot content, you know? So, if you're still in, like, kindergarten, or, uh, junior high or something, you might want to get yer mommy to read it to you. Tell her to leave out the juicy stuff, ok? Or, ask your, uh, neighbor, or uncle, or somebody, I'm sure they'll be glad to help you out if you ask nicely....
Or...oh, hell, look, I'll personally come to your house and...uh, wait just a minute, somebody's coming...huh? What's that, babe? Aw, dammit...Seds is telling me to quit hijacking her story. I better go or she'll rewrite this chapter and I'll never get laid...anyway, don't say I didn't warn ya, have fun, kids!
Real Author's Note: Sorry about that. He gets out, sometimes...but, the Joker's right, there is a fairly explicit description of a sexual act in this chapter. Please proceed with caution. Thank you.
Seditionary
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"Whoa, Rita, baby, where you going in such a hurry?" Jack asked in deep amusement. "I was just coming to check on ya!" Rita had barreled out her door so fast, she collided with him just as he was approaching her door, and he had had to wrap his arms around her to prevent her from ricocheting backward onto her butt.
"Oh, Mr. J, this has been the worst night! I've been hearing noises, and getting weird phone calls, and everything's just too creepy, can I stay at your place?" she begged, almost in tears.
"Now, hold on there, angel, what kind of weird phone calls?" He put his hands on her shoulders to turn her around and then slipped one arm over her shoulders and guided her back to his apartment.
"Oh, you know, it rang, and it was a bad connection, and all I heard was some breathing...."
"So, you're saying some creep pulled the heavy-breathing routine on you?" he asked, sounding quite concerned.
"I-I don't know, it was probably just a wrong number..."
"Well, you can't be too careful, a gorgeous young girl like you, all alone all night. I don't like that, not one bit. You say you heard noises, too?" Jack's expression was a frown of deep concentration, as though he were piecing together a mystery.
They settled on Jack's couch, Rita sat at one end with her legs pulled up to her chin and her clingy nightshirt stretched down, secured by her arms. Jack sat near her, leaning back with one arm draped over the back and his legs apart.
"Yeah...something out in the hall, then...it was on the roof." Rita cast a nervous glance upward.
"Aw, baby, this is an old building, it's always creaking and squeaking," said Jack comfortingly.
"I know...but..."
"Well, look, you're all ready for bed, and a very fetching sight you are! Why don't ya sack out here on the couch, I'll get you a pillow and a blanket..."
"Oh, I can't stay over here all night, Mr. J, my mom would freak out..."
"Well, when's she supposed to get home?"
"Around five a.m."
"Ok, so I'll set the alarm and get up and wake you so you can make a break for it."
"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that! It's too much trouble..."
"Naw, it's no trouble! I get up real early sometimes anyway..."
Rita was overcome with gratitude; she really couldn't bear the thought of going back to her place alone. She smiled at him. Then a frown of concern clouded her face.
"But, you're sick!"
"Uh, yeah, well, I think I was just a little tired. I'm fine now, though, don't you worry!" he winked, and firmly patted her knee in assurance. "Let me get that bedding and stuff." He gracefully pulled himself to a standing position, and Rita got her mind off her fright by watching his lanky frame disappear into his bedroom. He returned with a pillow, a sheet and a quilt.
"Here, you hop up a minute and let me make this all comfy for you, ok?" he asked, smiling.
"Thanks, Mr. J." She stood close to him as he spread out the sheet, positioned the pillow, and topped it off with the quilt.
"There, you should be nice and snug. Say, mind if I hit the hay myself? I'm really beat..you can watch television, raid the fridge, anything you want, you won't bother me...'
"No, I think I'll go to sleep now, too. I feel so much better here with you, thanks, Mr. J!"
She impulsively threw her arms around the older man, and he rolled his eyes as he returned the embrace. He held her just a tad too long, and placed a warm kiss on her cheek. She eagerly turned her face to his, clearly hoping for more contact....
"Hey, you're killin' me here, kid, you better hop under the covers before I forget you're jail bait, huh?" he admonished.
Rita giggled, but hastily complied.
"Yeah, like that's better," he muttered to himself as he headed for his bedroom.
"Night, Mr. J!"
"Goodnight, kiddo. See ya in the A.M."
He headed back to his bedroom and closed the door. He got ready for bed, undressed, and once under the covers, stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully. He had to do some serious thinking, now. The kid was obviously up for anything, and, even just a few days ago, he would have been all over that. But, now, after getting to know her...she really was just a sweet kid.
Who the hell was he to yank her into the crazy world of sleazy sex that he knew and loved? He was a lot of things--a lot of um, seriously bad things, he supposed--but he never messed around with something like that before. Rita deserved better. She deserved for her first time to be with some sweet little boyfriend who worshipped her, who would bring her flowers, make mix tapes for her, and ask her to the movies on a Friday night.
Yeah...some sweaty boy who'd fumble around, come waaay too quick, never getting her off properly, or, worse, who'd forget to use a condom, and knock her up so fast...when you thought about it, he'd really be doing her a favor. Yeah, a favor! Break her in real slow and easy, then show her what a nice lay really could be like. Make her come a few times, show her how special he thought she was...hell, she'd be lots better off doing it with him the first time. Lots.
He let go of the pleasurable train of thought as exhaustion caught up with him and he slipped into sleep.
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Rita placed her phone and keys on the floor within easy reach, turned off the lamp next to the couch, and settled in feeling safe and secure once again. Mr. J was so handsome, she thought. She could still feel his warm arm draped over her shoulders, his lips on her cheek...she smiled as she drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
An hour passed. Suddenly, her slumber was torn from her by the jangle of her telephone. She gasped, and fumbled around until she found it and punched the "talk" key.
"Hello?" she rasped, her throat dry from sleep. Nothing. Then, the crackling again. The breathing. She hastily punched the "phone off'" key, and bounded out of her bed to Jack's bedroom door, and knocked lightly. No answer. She knocked again, this time harder, but still no response. She carefully turned the knob, opened the door slightly, and peeked into the darkened room.
"Mr. J?" she whispered. She could hear soft, rhythmic breathing and, the bed illuminated by the light from the other room, she could discern a tangle of blond curls, a bare back, and an arm resting above the covers. She approached the bed, walking softly in an attempt not to startle him awake.
"Mr. J?" she said, a little louder. She approached the bed and gently knelt on it, reaching out carefully to shake his shoulder. Suddenly, the man in the bed flipped over, grabbing her by the neck with one hand, a glinting blade in the other...she felt the cold steel on her neck as he pushed her, hard, into the bed.
"Mr. J!" she squeaked, horrified. She could see his eyes, narrowed and blank, as he tried to focus on her. Suddenly, he came to himself, and harmlessly removed the knife from her throat.
"Oh, man, Rita, baby! I'm so sorry! Damn, I just about gave you a permanent smile right on your neck! Shit, what're you doing in here?" he asked, blinking at the intrusion of light.
Rita was now slightly less distressed to hear his comforting voice, but her heart was still pounding too fast.
"I-I got another weird phone call, and I came in here to ask you if you would answer if it rings again--maybe if a man answers, they'll stop--and then...then... you pulled a knife on me..." Rita couldn't believe she was saying those words.
"Aw, sweetie! I was sound asleep, it's always dangerous to wake up somebody suddenly if they're not used to havin' you around! I just keep a knife handy in case some clown tries to break in here or somethin'. Can't be too careful in the city, you know? Hey, c'mere..." He pulled her under the covers with him and cuddled her close. She nestled against his warm body, noting with both relief and regret that he was wearing underwear.
"Hey, where's that phone...if it rings again, you bet I'll give the bastard something to breathe heavy about..." Rita handed him the handset, which he put on the nightstand, and she lay her head on his bare chest. She dared to slip her arm around his waist. For a moment they lay quietly together, ostensibly waiting for the phone to ring again.
He wouldn't make a move. He wouldn't say a word.
He wanted to see what she'd do.
She finally looked up at him. Even in the low light, he could see her clear blue eyes searching his own.
"I want to stay here, with you, tonight, Mr. J," Rita said softly. He could hear the ache in her voice.
Jack stifled a grin.
"What, here? In bed? With meee?" As though such a thought never occurred to him in all his life.
She nodded, holding her breath.
"Yeah? You sure about that?" he asked teasingly.
"I'm sure."
"Well, now, let's discuss. So, that fucker Robbie didn't nail ya?'
"No, Mr. J!" Rita responded, shocked.
"Anybody else come along I don't know about?"
"NO!"
"Ok...so, uh, you're still a virgin...right?"
Why was that word so harsh, she thought. She didn't want to look at him, but she nodded, staring up at the ceiling. He took her chin in his hand and made her turn to him. He dropped the joking tone.
"Rita...listen to me. If you stay here in my bed, by the time morning comes, you won't be able to say that anymore. You understand?" he warned.
"Oh...I...yes, ok."
"Is that what you want?"
"Uh...yes..."
"Don't make me be the one to break your heart, kid."
"I just want to be with you, Mr. J."
"Hey, if you're going to let me do ya, you should call me Jack," he said, teasing again.
"Ok...Jack.," she said awkwardly.
"One more time, babe, you really want...you know, for me to be the one to...."
"Yes, Jack. That's what I really want." Rita wasn't afraid. Nervous, yes, but not afraid. She knew what she wanted.
He laughed a deep, throaty laugh, and wrapped his entire body tightly around her in an all-encompassing embrace. He slipped one hand under her nightshirt, and noted with amusement the decidedly un-sexy feel of sensible cotton panties. He was willing to bet they were white.
Rita squeezed back as hard as she could, loving the weight of him, the way his flesh burned hot against her. Instinctively, unthinkingly, she parted her legs, pressing her bare thighs against his trim waist. She felt the long, hard bulge of his straining erection, still held captive by his shorts, pressing into the cleft between her legs, and she thrust her hips upward, meeting his bony pelvis in an awkward entreaty.
Jack buried his face in her neck, and she could feel the scratchy stubble of his jaw scraping over her soft skin. He seemed to be breathing her, taking her in like air. She felt a low rumble in his throat, heard an unintelligible syllable...he found her mouth and kissed her, no teasing, no joking now, just a wet tongue slipped between her eager lips....
His full lips sliding warm and saliva-slicked over hers, sending powerful electric charges straight to her crotch. Rita tentatively brushed her fingertips over the raised edges of his deep, ragged scars, and to her surprise, found them tantalizing rather than repulsive. She felt almost guilty, stealing this selfish pleasure from such a heinous act, but she stroked them more firmly when he nudged his cheek against her hand, obviously responding with pleasure at her touch.
Then, his hands, trailing from her back around to her breasts, so gentle at first, fingertips brushing her nipples, creating a curious churning sensation in her belly. Almost like, what? Fear? No...excitement, urgency...it was desire, although the word meant nothing to her yet.
Rita felt him pulling at her night shirt, trying to take it up over her hips, past her waist. Yes...she raised herself so he could slip it over her head, but he put his hands under the garment instead, cupping each breast, loving how they filled his hands perfectly, squeezing, not hard, but not exactly gently either. She made a soft moan into his mouth, and he pulled away from the site of his tongue's explorations to look at her carefully.
"You ok? Wanna stop?" he suggested in a low voice.
"No, I'm fine, I'm...fine, Jack." Rita smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back.
"You know, I used to think you were a smart girl...."
"I am smart," she assured him.
"I dunno, I'm beginning to wonder..." he teased.
"Kiss me...please, Jack," she ordered.
He chuckled and went back to her mouth, gently nipping her lower lip, then moving downward, biting along the line of her neck, sending powerful little shocks through her body. Now he did want her shirt off, and he tugged playfully at it. She sat up enough to let him pull it over her head, and she thought it was funny that she didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, even when he plainly ogled her pretty bare breasts.
Jesus, he loved tits. How could something be so firm, only to practically dissolve into insane softness at the touch of his hand? Like a pillow you could sink into forever...he took first one, then the other, in his mouth and suckled at them, making her moan in surprise, but also pleasure. The lick of his tongue on each nipple was a soft caress, leaving a slight chill as cool air hit wet skin when he moved lower.
Jack's fingertips traced the slight indention of her abdomen, lightly tickling around her belly button, making her laugh. He laughed too, and kissed her there. They smiled at each other for a moment, then he ran a finger across her belly, inside the waistband of her underwear, finishing with a crisp snap of the elastic.
"I'm afraid these are going to have to come off if I'm going to do business with you, Miss Ryan," he said in a professional voice.
"Ok," she breathed. Yes, yes. She wanted him inside her, no more waiting. Rita raised her hips and let him pull them down, over her thighs, down to her knees. She wriggled out of them, and, pleased, Jack closed his eyes as he ran his hand over her bare bottom, pulling her against him, squeezing each firm, soft cheek in its turn. His touch made her shiver, and she softly spoke his name as she clung to him.
Rita could feel his erection throbbing under the thin fabric of his underwear, and when he took her hand and firmly guided it under the cloth, onto his length, she was fascinated to discover how silky smooth the head was, how unyielding the hard shaft was as she clutched it tightly. He clasped his hand over hers and taught her to stroke him firmly, to slide the taut skin up and down over the steel rod inside, squeezing and releasing in a steady rhythm...she pulled away in surprise when she discovered a sudden leakage of sticky fluid coming out of the head....he gave a low laugh, "That's ok, baby, it' supposed to do that. It's to make it easier to get inside you..." he explained. She nodded, letting the liquid coat the head as she went back to caressing him.
Jack loved her using her small hand on him, so shy at first but then, bolder, stronger. He made appreciative noises, but it was becoming too much, too soon. He reclaimed her hand and pressed a kiss into the palm before he pushed her flat onto her back. He slipped his own hand between her legs and found her unexplored entrance, slowly sliding his long, slender middle finger into her. He paused to see how she would react, but she simply accepted the intrusion, so he began probing deeper, rhythmically dipping in and out, letting her get used to the idea.
He took the wetness he gathered there and used it to slick up her clitoris, and began drawing lazy circles around the area as he went back to kissing her greedily. It pleased him to feel the hardening of that tiny but powerful organ, gradually closing in on the spot, intensifying the pressure and speed, until the deep shudder that wracked her slim body let him know he had succeeded in taking her where he wanted her to go.
She broke the kiss when she choked out a cry of amazed pleasure. He listened to her rapid breathing, could feel her heart beating against his chest, and he kissed her once more before offering a bit of practical advice.
"Ok, I never did a virgin before, babe--you have to tell me if I'm doing something you don't like, you know? 'Cause, otherwise, I'll just bang away 'til I'm done..."
"Ok, Jack, I will," she promised, not really able to imagine him doing something she didn't like. She couldn't believe she was doing this in the first place, that this was finally happening. In a way, she wished it were already over with and that she could just lay securely in his arms. At the same time, she wanted to know. Just to know....
He slipped out of his boxers, and in the dim light she got a look at what had been pulsing in her hand. She tentatively reached out to touch it, here, out in the open, a brand new experience to see a man's erection poised above her, and he let her lightly trace inquisitive fingertips down the shaft of his cock before pushing her warm, slender thighs well apart with his knee. In a way, he envied her wonder, it was too bad it was so dark in the room; he would have liked to take a peek at something he'd never seen before, a little virgin pussy nestled below him, awaiting his invasion. No matter, no matter....
He knelt between her legs, opened the drawer of the nightstand, and took out a box of condoms. A new, memorable sound for Rita--the snap of the cellophane wrapper being torn open. She watched as he took out the prophylactic and began rolling it onto his length, the rubber stretching to conform to his size and shape, like a stocking mask over a bank robber's face. He then took a tube of lubricant and slicked up his sheathed manhood, wiped his hand on the bed sheet, and leaned down to kiss her again.
"Ok, angel. Here. we...go. Ready?" he asked kindly.
Rita just nodded.
"Try to relax."
He found her entrance and gave a strong, but controlled, thrust into her. He heard her breath hitch and he looked at her to see if he could gauge what she was needing from him. He gave another short thrust, then another, and another, when she gave a little cry of pain.
"What's the matter?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, Jack, it...hurts."
"Aw, sorry baby. Hang in there. Just a couple more inches and it'll be all the way in, ok?"
"...Ok..." she said in a small voice. The pain was sharp and came from deep inside her. She hoped it wouldn't get any worse, or she was afraid she'd have to ask him to stop...
Jack gave another firm push into her, and this time she didn't protest when he thrust deeper, until his pubic area was pressed solidly against hers and his entire member was sheathed tightly inside her warm body.
"Doing ok?" he asked.
She nodded. After the one flash of tearing pain, she found it became easier.
"Well--I'm gong to get down to business, then. Tell me if I need to slow down, ok?
She nodded again.
He held himself up with his arms fully outstretched, and began thrusting into her, trying very hard to go slow, but gradually building to a fevered pace, loving her tightness, her soft whimpering moans, the slight movements she made under him. He almost forgot about the annoyance of the condom, preventing him from enjoying raw contact with the warmth, the wetness, of her. If he was going to stick around, he'd tell her to get on the damn pill, like, yesterday.
"Come on, baby, move a little more for me...." he encouraged. He liked it when women really bucked hard under him, put a little fight into it. He liked it when they used their cunt muscles, squeezing his dick while he fucked 'em...not that he expected that from her. Not from this little angel...no, she was just learning, he guessed he was lucky she wasn't yelling at him to get the hell off of her....
Rita tried to comply, but she was too overwhelmed, dealing with not just his length, but how thick his member was, stretching her open in a way she had never imagined possible. His powerful thrusts no longer actually hurt her, but each one seemed to steal a breath from her, and she found it hard to control any particular muscle group at all.
Soon, she became vaguely aware that her lover had gone somewhere else in his head and was now focused only on satisfying the urgency that was driving him to rock so deeply into her, bringing animalistic grunting noises out of him every so often. From time to time he muttered something, not words exactly, but as his thrusts became harder, deeper, she heard a low, coarse demand, "Come on, baby, come on, do it, come on..."
His thrusting, now rough, harsh, hit her clitoris over and over, building a tension, a need, broken at last by a flood of pleasure that washed over her and she cried out in amazement. It was different from what she could do for herself, different even than what Jack had done earlier using his hand. The heat started deep inside her and rolled like thunder over her entire being, leaving her shaky and weak, clinging to him like a frightened child as the paroxysms rose and fell in a powerful rhythm. She opened her eyes to see Jack half-smiling down at her, tangled blond strands framing his face, as he gasped between thrusts, "There's a good girl--that's what I wanted--you're a good girl, baby...come on, gimme little more, just a li'l more..."
His voice broke and he gave a few more potent, almost brutal thrusts, and a guttural groan came from low in his throat as he arched his back and came as far inside her as he possibly could. She could feel the throbbing after-bursts as his rigid member finished the job, then began quieting, softening. Rita felt some sense of relief when Jack lowered himself onto her, burying his face in her neck, panting as the electricity of his release careened through his skinny body.
They lay like that for some time, Rita stroking his back, probing to find muscles, bone, the structure of his amazing body hidden under taut flesh. Finally, Jack reluctantly withdrew his now-spongy penis from inside her, rolled off as he removed the semen-filled rubber and carelessly dropped it down beside the bed. He took her in his arms and tipped her head back so he could look at her. A broad grin stole across his face to see her content expression, then he said hoarsely, "You ok, kid?"
Rita nodded. She was. She nuzzled up against his chest and said softly, "I'm glad it was you, Mr. J."
"Yeah, well, me too. Look, if you decide to start givin' those pen-dick little high school boys some pussy, don't let 'em act like they're doing you any favors, ok, babe?"
"I won't," Rita promised sleepily.
"Good. 'Cause, you're something special, you know that?"
"Uh-huh."
"Ok. And, don't let 'em talk you into doing it without a rubber, either. Oh, they'll promise to pull out, but that's bullshit."
"Ok, Mr. J."
"Yeah, you don't want to be dropping a kid off at daycare on the way to graduation, do you?"
"No, sir..."
"Ok. Well, we better get some sleep, huh?"
Rita nodded absently one more time before drifting into a deep sleep. Jack held her for a while, trying to remember what else it was he wanted to tell her, things she needed to know that he wouldn't be around to teach her, but he found himself nodding off as well. He finally eased her onto her side of the bed, turned over and was soon as unconscious as his newly deflowered bedmate.