She could see Jack from his bedroom window. He was still down in the yard cleaning up after the party – saying farewell to guests, picking up paper plates, recycling aluminum and plastic, etc. She looked around his room. So neat and tidy – especially for a man! Nice crisp white sheets, a worn soft blue wool blanket, and a white chenille cotton bedspread. The bed was made just so – almost military.
Shoes and boots were arranged in pairs on the closet floor in this corner or that. His clothes hung neatly by length or type – pants with pants, work shirts, dress shirts, etc. He had a low vanity with four big drawers on either side of an old pitted mirror. Each drawer held a different item: socks, undershirts, jockey shorts, and t-shirts. On a hook on the back of the door hung a warm woolen Navy pea-coat smelling of his pipe tobacco and his general muskiness.
Except for the brown veneer dresser and an old worn leather reading chair, everything else was in shades of cream or white. The windows were open wide accepting the cross breeze into the room…. white eyelet curtains gently blowing.
Standing there in his room, smiling an evil little smile, she gently stuck her middle finger way up inside inside herself and extracted a gob of her female juices. She wiped it on the underside of his clean pillow case as if to cast a warning spell against any other bitches he was dating. She had seen a couple of them at the party. “He is mine!” she proclaimed.
She opened her purse and took out the small vial of perfume she carried with her, “Musk”. Using the same middle finger she had just used on herself, she dabbed a dot of the fragrant oil across the top side of the fresh pillow case. “Now he won’t be able to stop thinking about me,” she mused. Then she went downstairs into the yard to meet him.
Everyone had gone. His house mates were either back in their own rooms or out for the evening. “Nice party,” she said cozying up to his warm welcoming arms. He was stirring some remaining coals on the BBQ and adding some pieces of fragrant wood to the lingering fire. “It was fun,” he said softly giving her a little kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, laced with just a little flick of her tongue.
His hands wandered to the spots they always sought – her breasts, the small of her back, the cup of her ass. She could feel him stiffen beneath their clothes.
“Take off your panties,” he demanded playfully.
“Right here? Outside? On the picnic table?”
She wondered what had gotten into him? Maybe it was the success of the party? The new girlish dress that she was wearing? The balmy night with the smell of the sea nearby? Whatever it was, his passion was pressing. He took his cock out of his jeans and then oddly took out a condom from his wallet. They had been dating for three months now and had never used one before.
“It’s the last one, so I thought we’d use it,” he said by way of an explanation.
“Whatever,” she thought.
She laid back on the table as he pressed into her almost frantically.
“God! It’s so good!” he exclaimed. “I don’t know why it’s so good?!”
He came more quickly than usual.
It was dark in the yard. She felt someone watching her. She turned her head toward the house where she could see the rectangular windows lit from within. There in one of the windows, she could see the silhouette of one of Jack’s roommates peering intently at them through binoculars! “Weirdo!” she thought, but she didn’t miss a beat. Peering directly at the peeping roommate, she sighed and went back to kissing her man. A party, a new dress, a thief, a murder, a condom, and a peeping tom… Labor Day
(First published 9/1/11)
