OVERTHINK THIS

This story is so true I'm not going to bother with an opening or a disclaimer.

Names have been changed for obvious reasons and a few facts are left out as necessary, but every part, every word of what I am about to share is real, true and just happened. Including the raw, hard to read parts of my personal life.

Any people, places, names, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement, this is a work of fiction.

My name is Joe, I am 54 years old, out of shape, have shaved graying black hair, I'm 5' 11" with hazel eyes and a broken heart. A broken heart, broken will, broken psyche. I'm tired of being used, lied to, hurt, left out, tricked and walked past. I have reached the point after several back to back betrayals by friends and family alike that I trust NO ONE. Except for maybe my editor Dennis. Maybe. I get little joy from life and expect none, so when Jenna came from out of nowhere, swept me up in her chaos, I never saw it coming.

After weeks of working 10, 11 and 12 hour shifts 5 and 6 days in a row, recovering from a brutal bout of COVID, and the beginning of another set of lonely, isolated Holidays... Thanksgiving and Black Friday. Just joking, Thanksgiving and Christmas. My only joy in the last 2 months was watching WWE CROWN JEWEL last weekend. Even that was average as yet again no title changed, L.A. KNIGHT got screwed, and we all see them dragging out Cody vs Roman 2 until WRESTLEMANIA in April.

Anyways, finally, I would have an entire weekend off.

Both days, no errands to run, no favors for unappreciative people. Just 2 full days to rest, relax and recharge. However, as if fate had to have her say, Friday evening just before we closed for the day at 7pm, a tall, blonde woman came into the store, went straight to the restroom, and that was that. 20 minutes later, she came to the front register and asked me if I had a phone she could use. About 5' 11" or possibly 6' tall, she was pretty, about mid 20's, had long wavy blonde hair, multicolored leggings or yoga pants and a heavy black Winter coat on. She was crying, nervous, and seemed scared.

Great.

I'm not heartless, I just wanted to go home and watch SMACKDOWN.

When I offered to let her use the store phone, she looked both ways, behind herself, then moved closer to whisper that she just needed help. It was 10 minutes until closing, I didn't want or need anymore of someone else's problems, so even though I knew better, I exhaled and asked "What's wrong? What's going on?" Her boyfriend had thrown her out, her only friend around here was ignoring her calls, her cell phone was dead, and she was a mess. I would probably regret it, being nice ALWAYS backfires on me, but I suggested that she could charge her phone in my car and offered her a ride to her friend's house once I got off work. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Her name was Jenna, she was 31 and did not look it.

Take it from me who exaggerates in every story I write...

Jenna did NOT look 31.

Jenna was from South Carolina but didn't have an accent because she was a Military Brat who had moved around with her family, dated a soldier, and continued to move here and there. She had a local job and a car but like her other things, they were where she couldn't currently get them. It didn't seem like she was lying, but I had been fooled before... several times. Against all common sense I drove Jenna to her friend's house and sat there in my car with her phone charging while she tried the door, banged on it, shouted, and even peeked in the windows. When she got back in my warm car again, she was distracted and clearly, visibly defeated. Again, the way I was raised trumped a lifetime of getting used and screwed as I offered to go to a local diner. We could grab a bite and she could think about what to do next.

Through the sadness and situation, Jenna was beautiful, showed moments of light and joy, and occasional smiles would peek through. The pain was there though, and if anyone could understand, it was me. Her boyfriend Rob... her now ex... had been both physically and mentally abusive. According to Jenna, the romantic and sexual part of their relationship had been over for weeks, and she had mentally checked out of the relationship months ago. I wanted to believe her because I knew. I knew what it felt like, and I also knew what it felt like when no one believes you, no one cares, and no one helps.

Jenna just didn't have anywhere to go, didn't want to face an ‘I told you so' from her parents back in South Carolina, and was too humiliated to call her sister for help. As an ex cop and as a former abuse victim, I get it. I understand. It was after 8pm by then, I was tired, and part of me just wished to be done with Jenna because I wanted to get home to my small apartment as WWE FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN comes on at 8pm and I was already missing it. Trust me when you don't have a life, the little things matter. One point though. Through her own chaos and sad situation, Jenna was friendly, caring, and tried to make me smile, tried to cheer me up... even though she was in a serious mess at the time.

She was a people pleaser like me, putting others first.

After a tough decision, some conversation, a ridiculous fantasy, and maybe a little suppressed lust, we went back to my apartment. Jenna plugged her phone in and continued to try to call her only local friend. To no avail. Thankfully I DVR all my WWE stuff just in case. When Jenna finally took off her huge black Winter coat, the one she had kept on the whole time including while eating and talking at the diner, I had to catch my breath. In all my stories, all the women are perfect 9's, 10's and 11's. In real life if you meet a 7 consider yourself lucky, a strong 6 or a decent 5 was more my option and I was lucky to get that. Jenna was in amazing shape and her tight, red blouse made sure I knew it. The dip in the front to accent her large chest and plenty of cleavage, her flat stomach, just perfection in real life. Jenna caught me staring, blushed, then shockingly flirted "Could you be anymore obvious?" My mouth ignored my brain and blurted "Sorry, you're just so hot". Jenna blinked, closed her eyes, exhaled, then asked "Really? You think I'm hot?" I apologized at least 5 times but Jenna moved closer, gave me an unexpected hug, and said while embracing me "Thank you. Thank you for the compliment".

And then I started getting hard.

Jenna eased back, staring at the bulge forming, seriously blushed, then said quietly "Uh, okay then". I wanted to crawl into a hole and this was not a plot point. Jenna sat on the edge of my small couch, closed her eyes, then said quietly "I'm really flattered, but you don't want to get caught up in my chaos, trust me". I didn't say anything, just stood there embarrassed and hard as Jenna asked "So now what?" I said "I have no idea. If you can't get a hold of your friend, and you're willing to trust me, you can stay here tonight and try to figure things out". Jenna blushed even more so, then asked "How do you know I won't steal from you... or worse?" I said "I don't". Jenna looked past me and asked "Just the one bedroom?" I gasped "It's not like that. I could sleep on the couch or..." Jenna gasped "Stop", stared at me, exhaled, then asked "Would it be okay if I took a shower?" I nodded and she said "One problem though. These are all the clothes I have. Not even a change of underwear". I couldn't help myself. I tried not to, but I grinned and Jenna blushed "You're unbelievable. Should I just get undressed and skip the whole game?"

Then it came out of nowhere.

Jenna went from blushing and flirting to angry in zero seconds flat.

I'm talking about both barrels.

The gist of it was my comment of her being hot, no woman likes to be called hot. Me staring and leering, getting hard, my innuendoes and flirting. It was too much and by the time Jenna was done ripping me a new one, somehow we were on the couch together, me holding her and she somehow holding me. When she was calm, done crying, through shaking, she stared at me for a long moment. I've written for years about all kinds of seduction, all kinds of romance. In real life I have experienced many things, but never this. Still it was a moment frozen in time when Jenna, half my age, out of my league, in great shape and easily a real life 8, stared at me through wet, red eyes, sighed, then closed her eyes and pursed her lips for a soft kiss. A long, warm, unexpected and softly romantic lip to lip kiss. When it was done Jenna sighed and repeated "You really don't want to get mixed up in my chaos". We held each other quietly until Jenna sighed "How about a shower?" I showed her the bathroom, the towels, the soap and body wash, then said "What I can do is give you one of my shirts and either shorts or sweats, then wash your clothes so at least you have them".

Jenna made a comment that didn't make sense at the time "Maybe we could go tomorrow and I can buy some clothes and stuff?" I filed it away because with me still in the bathroom, Jenna struggled then pulled her tight red blouse off to reveal a skimpy, lacy white bra that struggled to contain her full chest. Not a jwdoney story of the hot girl strips off her top, but real life where a girl out of my league takes off her top with me in the room! Her breasts were firm, large, round, at least 34D. The curves of her chest were barely contained by the soft material of her bra, her nipples demanded my attention, and Jenna stood there blushing. I swallowed "Oh, uh..." but Jenna asked "Where are you going? I thought we were going to take a shower?" I gasped "WE?" Jenna frowned with both of her balled fists on her hips, her bra straining to contain her chest, and asked "Are you for real with the mixed signals? Don't you realize I made a choice to undress in front of you?"

I shook my head, mouthed "Sorry" and hurriedly pulled off my work shirt. This being a seduction had never entered my mind. Well, if it did I ignored it. I quickly undressed as Jenna wiggled and wriggled her leggings down, rumpling her soft pink panties in the process. Her body was flawless, a compliment I waste in so many stories. Made up, fictional, imaginary stories. This was real life, Jenna was closer to naked than dressed, and this was really happening.

I got a glimpse of her moist, bare pussy and then rather than adjust her panties. Jenna just slid them down and off then blushed at me as she worked to unclasp her bra. All while I stood there naked, seriously hard, and unsure what to do. Once she was naked I inhaled and breathed "WOW" while Jenna said "As if that wasn't obvious enough, you say wow?" She was pointing at my very hard cock and openly staring at it. This was very unexpected. Two or three hours ago we were strangers and she was crying and technically homeless. I had no expectations, but at the same time I had plenty of hope. It was awkward at first, when we got into the shower together. Clumsy and awkward, but then with a deep sigh Jenna faced me, took my hands, placed them on her shapely hips, then whispered "Relax". My cock was achingly hard, and trapped between us when I eased closer for a kiss. Jenna parted her lips, held my sides, and we shared a warm kiss. Her tongue moved in my mouth, and then she eased back to smile at me.

When Jenna's hand grasped my hard cock, I held my breath as she held me, stared into my eyes, then said softly "I'm doing this because I choose to, not because I have to". Then slowly, she stroked me with both hands. Unlike the heroes in my stories, it didn't take much, I didn't last long. It was maybe a minute or two before I exploded all over Jenna's flat stomach, shaved pussy, and even the bottom of her large breasts. I was dazed, euphoric, and sated as Jenna continued to stroke and milk my spent cock until I had nothing left and just wanted to lay down. When she let go of me she kissed my lips softly then asked "Are you okay? Can you think now?" I stared deep into Jenna's eyes until she sighed "Anything else that happens, and I am not promising anything, will be because we chose it to happen". I sighed until Jenna said "I don't know why Missy is ignoring me. Rob had to have said something to her, scared her maybe. Otherwise she would answer, be here already". Oddly, we both washed up and nothing else happened. I still had not even touched her aside from when she had placed my hands on her hips. We got out and were drying off when Jenna pushed close and held me. I held her, we held each other until of course I started to get hard.

Jenna eased back, smiling and blushing, looked at my cock rising, then asked "Is this going to be a thing?" I exhaled slowly, found my nerve, found my words, then said "You are beautiful, gorgeous and hot... yes, you're hot... and not only have I not been with a woman in a while... too long to be honest... but you are just... you're captivating". Jenna stood there naked, staring at my stiff cock, breathing and thinking. Then she looked me in my eyes and asked "Do you accept me and all my chaos? If I give you the only thing I have of value, are you going to help me, or use me like everyone else does?" Angry, I brushed by Jenna's perfect naked body and said "If you knew me, you would understand how those words hurt. I have never used anyone in my life and I never will. I'm the one that always gets used". I was half dressed and pulling on a t-shirt when Jenna came into my bedroom, the only bedroom, still naked and asked "Can we talk about it?" I handed her a t-shirt and she blinked several times before she pulled it on then accepted the sweats I handed her. She found me in the kitchen sipping a Cherry Pepsi and surprised me when she took it, drank some, then handed it back and asked "Can we start over?"

We did.

An hour later, Jenna had tried to call and text her friend Missy several times with no response, no result. She even called her ex Rob who shouted at her, cursed her, said he would burn her things, then hung up. Again I didn't catch it, didn't give it thought, when Jenna sighed that we could go shopping tomorrow and she would just buy what she needed. We had eaten at the diner, but truly we both had picked at our food. Me in my uncertainty... and suppressed interest... and her in her terrible situation. We ordered food through DoorDash, and ate it while watching SMACKDOWN. I had to explain things to Jenna who had no knowledge of WWE, but she snuggled with me and didn't complain.

Was it too soon to overthink things?

The second time Jenna yawned and stretched, I asked if she was tired and she stared at me for a long moment then smiled "Maybe, but I'm definitely ready for bed". Huh? I was shutting off the lights and the TV while Jenna peed, then I found her in the bedroom, under the covers, staring at the ceiling and softly crying. The sweats I had loaned her were on the floor. Incidentally, for those 3 people who worry about pointless things, her clothes were washed, dried, and sitting in the basket waiting to be folded or worn. I stood there until Jenna sniffled "What? What's wrong?" I swallowed and said "I uh... I usually sleep in my underwear". Jenna smiled past her pain and tears, blushed, then moved the covers to show she was naked. SHE WAS NAKED! I grinned but Jenna said "Before you get more ideas than you already have, maybe you could just hold me while I try to figure things out?" I slid into bed beside Jenna rock hard and straining my underwear. She was blushing when she said "You have a one track mind" and then she was holding me.

Jenna was warm, she was shaking, and I kissed her neck softly only to hear her purr "More". We had only shared two lip to lip kisses, one full kiss in the shower, seen each other naked, and the whole quick thing where she jerked me off in the shower. Romance wasn't what she wanted, at least based on the signals I was getting. Still, after more than 3 years single and alone, aside from a couple of hookups that weren't worth the trouble, here I was alone with a gorgeous, younger naked woman... and it wasn't a dream, fantasy or story. After years of putting myself down and assuring myself that I was going to be alone, a woman off the charts hot and beautiful was in my bed naked.

I was going to overthink this for years to come, trust me.

And now you know where the title came from.

After kissing her neck and face, we kissed, warmly, passionately, and then Jenna purred "Maybe you should take those off?" I took my underwear off, tossed them to the floor, and Jenna held me. The kissing resumed, her hand found my hard cock, and our kisses rose in intensity and passion. Then still holding my hard cock, gently squeezing it in her warm hand, Jenna moaned, and her body relaxed. Jenna separated us and said "If we do this, it is what it is. No matter what happens afterwards, I think you need this, I know you want it, and I think I do too". I said "I have no expectations" but Jenna laughed "Joe, you have plenty of expectations and you couldn't hide them if you tried". I stared at her as she softened, smiled past her pain, then said "No matter what happens tomorrow, I chose to flirt and tease. You didn't imagine any of it. I gave up on hoping for tomorrow. Will you make love to me, hold me, and we can see what happens tomorrow?"

Wow, this was better than anything I had ever written.

Jenna was kind and gentle, but she was in control as she touched me, guided me, moved me until I was atop her warm body, between her long legs, then she sighed and said "Take me". It wasn't my time worn, way over used "Fuck me" but I liked it. I pushed into Jenna's tight, wet pussy... and yes, she was tight. She held me, gripped me, her body trembled and she moaned as I pushed inch by inch into her fit body. She wasn't a supermodel or Playmate, but for a real life, real world 31 year old blonde, she was in excellent shape. I was almost fully inside Jenna when she relaxed, parted her legs, and said "Thank you for helping me". I smiled, began to stroke, and said "If you knew me..." Jenna touched my lips with her hand and asked "Will you let me know you?" I nodded and then she purred "No more talking".

In so many of my stories I fast forward the sex because I would rather tell the story. In this case, the sex was the story and I wasn't telling anything. I was the story. Jenna and I were. She was active and intent on the sex. Her hands moved on my body, held me here, touched me there, on occasion she traced her nails on my skin which added a whole extra level of pleasure. Jenna was breathing deeper, her body was vibrating, and her pussy was squeezing my cock with every thrust, every stroke. Maybe I hadn't been fucking Jennifer or Sara correctly? You know, my born to complain ex-wife Jennifer and my seriously crazy ex-girlfriend Sara? Everything was building, the pressure was rising, it was difficult to think, and my cock was throbbing when Jenna must have read my mind. She purred, begged, "Fuck me" and I exploded in a mind blowing, electrified climax that tingled my feet and toes.

I saw flavors and tasted colors.

I kept going, stroking deep and hard into Jenna who panted "I'm so close" and then I felt her body relax as she shook, gripped me, and screamed through a long, intense orgasm. After 300 plus stories and parts, it's difficult to describe orgasms without repeating myself. In this case, mine was epic and one of my best. In Jenna's case, she thoroughly enjoyed it. We lay there kissing, holding and touching each other until Jenna asked "You okay?" I said "I hate to use this word, but I'm happy". Jenna sighed, touched my face, kissed me softly, then asked "Can I spend the night?" I smiled and said "Yes". We took another shower, just a shower, then got back into bed naked. The conversation was light, casual, and then for the third time Jenna said "Tomorrow we can go buy some stuff. Clothes and things". My entire life I have talked everything to death and tend to overthink everything. I just smiled at Jenna and said "Okay".

We kissed some, but unlike my stories where everyone is insatiable, we snuggled, held each other, and then with a smile and sigh, Jenna rolled away from me and asked "Hold me?" Wow. I woke up around 4am to pee and the bed was empty. I peed, then found Jenna in my small living room sitting on the couch crying. Naked, a blanket sort of over her shoulders, and crying. I held her, she wrapped me up into an awesome embrace, then we were quiet until she asked "Why?" I said "I ask myself that every day. Maybe we're around the wrong people? Maybe people really are users at their core?" Jenna looked into my eyes and asked "And you? Will you use me?" I shook my head then laughed "Well, for sex, yes". Jenna laughed "Same" then she asked "How old are you?" I swallowed and she asked "Joe? You know I'm 31, I haven't lied to you. How old are you?" I sighed "54" and Jenna just stared at me. She still held me, but she looked away and sighed "54".

Consider that I write for a hobby.

I didn't see it coming.

Jenna smiled at me, said "Okay", then stood so that the blanket fell to the floor and exposed her amazing, near perfect naked body. She took my hand and asked "Let's go back to bed?" In bed, she kept at me with kisses and attention until I was rock hard and dizzy. Then she lay on her back and said "I know exactly where you can put that". Have I ever used that in a story? I don't think so, but I liked it. I pushed into Jenna who purred "Mmmm..." and held me as we made love. Now I'm skipping the sex. Jenna came, so did I, then we wiped up and this time she lay against me until we both fell asleep. Happy. It was around 9am when I woke up. Way later than I usually sleep, even on a rare day off.

My stories don't write themselves just so you know.

The bed was empty, I felt a moment of fear and worry, went to pee, then checked the apartment. No Jenna. I went back into the bedroom, pulled on shorts, and noticed that her clothes from yesterday were gone. I don't exactly have a mansion, so it didn't take long to search a second time to no avail. Her coat and phone were gone, but nothing was missing. My keys, phone and wallet, my laptop and tablet, even my TV and Xbox, were all there. I hate that my mind went there but it is what it is. I had my phone in my hands when it hit me. I know I have used the plot point a couple of times in stories, but I didn't have Jenna's info. I didn't know her last name, her phone number, nothing. Did she have a job? Had she mentioned one? I took a shower with a heavy heart. I really thought we had started something. It didn't feel like a one night stand or whatever. I got dressed and drove to where I think we stopped yesterday. The friend's house. What was her name? Missy? No car in the driveway, no sign that anyone was around. I even checked the diner we ate at then drove by work but didn't go in.

I went back home, played DIVISION 2 for a bit, but couldn't concentrate. Just so you know, if I mention it in a story, it matters to me. Some shows and movies are timely, current, or on my mind while I'm writing, but as for DIVISION 2 and DIABLO 4, they're what I play as of the writing of this story. I also really enjoy THE CHALLENGE, everything STAR TREK and really do play EPIC SEVEN. That reminds me, readers really liked INEVITABLE. Maybe I should do a second part? Man, that opened my brain to BLONDE NEXT DOOR and SHOCKED, two stories I have going that I want to continue. Around noon I stopped writing SHOCKED 3 to eat lunch. I stared at my phone. Who could I call? Even GHOSTBUSTERS wouldn't be able to help me. After lunch I decided to wash the sheets and just stood there staring when Jenna's panties fell to the floor. I was confused. How did they get under my pillow? I had washed them with everything else and left them in the basket when we had sex then went to bed.

Did Jenna put them under my pillow?

What did it mean?

Oh man, now I was sure it was goodbye. I put them on my dresser since I didn't know what to do with them. Once I started the wash, I cleaned my already clean kitchen, put the trash and recycling out, put the bedding into the dryer, then played DIVISION 2 again. I quit after a few minutes because an idea came to me for SHOCKED. If you read my stuff, no spoilers, but look for "GRACE - a SHOCKED story" soon, maybe a week or so after this story and SHOCKED part 3 posts. I was so into writing the SHOCKED side story that I froze and stared when there was a knock on my front door. My sister and I were not talking because she drinks then says rude shit, apologizes, then does it again.

Who could it be now?

Sorry ‘MEN AT WORK', but the 80's are calling.

I opened the door and Jenna handed me a large box, said "Take this babe" then as soon as I had it she rushed back to a dark blue SUV running at the curb. Huh? If you read me, you know that ever since I wrote ALICIA AND THE BIKINI STORE, my characters say ‘babe' and ‘baby' because I like endearments. I borrowed ‘babe' from JANET EVANOVICH's STEPHANIE PLUM New Jersey bounty hunter series. If you mean something to me, eventually I will call you ‘babe' or ‘baby', especially if we're dating. So was it excitement? There was no way she had read my writing, her absence this morning was proof that we didn't know each other well enough to even call, let alone find my stories on one of hundreds of erotica websites and...

My day-thinking was interrupted when Jenna brushed by me and asked "Joe? Are you alright babe?" Bobe again? I huffed "Babe?" Jenna set her laundry basket down, blinked, then said "Well yeah. We're going out aren't we?" I blinked, stood there overthinking, and Jenna got red, her fists clenched, she was breathing deeply, and huffed "Well?" The front door was open in late November, her SUV was running, she stared at me in her heavy Winter coat and I sighed "You were gone. I didn't know what to do". Jenna softened, took the box from me, set it down, then held me. The front door was still open and her vehicle was still running.

I told you this was real and not a story.

Even though it is a story.

I'm so confused.

Jenna kissed my lips and said "I wanted to surprise you. You were sleeping and I wanted to surprise you. I was trying to get back before you missed me but Rob was being such an asshole". I tensed and she said "Don't worry. He's the one who has to explain the black eye and cut lip at work tomorrow, so yeah". I blinked and Jenna asked "Is this what you want?" I nodded and then said "You were gone". Jenna held me then said "Look. I'm here. Let's bring the rest in, go make love, and I'll explain everything". I grinned then asked "What about going shopping?" Jenna blinked, seemed confused, and said "Well yeah, we can go later. Uhm, what are you talking about?" I laughed, grinned, then said "Nothing. It's nothing I swear". Jenna narrowed her eyes at me then sighed "I'm sorry I slipped out. Before we go shopping, whatever that means to you, we'll exchange numbers and everything. Do you have an extra key?" I looked over at the wall mounted key thing where one of the hooks literally says "EXTRA KEY" and Jenna blushed, chuckled, then smiled "Okay then".

After a kiss, we brought everything in and I laughed "So is this a yes to moving in?" Jenna poked my chest "I don't remember that conversation, but then again, you kept sleeping with me so maybe I missed it?" I held her and asked "Are you okay?" Jenna inhaled, held me firmly, then exhaled and said "No. Please don't take this wrong, but I have nothing and everything I had I lost". I decided not to correct her and waited as she continued "I'm stuck up here in this God forsaken snow Hell, my closest friend is still not answering my calls or replying to my texts, the only person I know beside you is a fucking asshole, and whether we want to discuss it or not, we had sex within hours of meeting". I sighed "The pattern keeps repeating itself yet we ask ourselves why". Jenna kissed my lips and said "Exactly".

She stepped back, away from me, her hand slipped slowly, romantically from mine, our fingers drifted apart, then she said "When you overthink this, like I know we both will, remember that I was gone and could have stayed that way, but I came back because..." I said "Because something seems different, feels right between us". Jenna asked "So it's not just me?" I said "No. I overthink everything too". Jenna blushed then held me saying "You're a jerk". I said "But I will never hit you, hurt you or leave you". Jenna held me but eased back to look in my eyes and asked "For real?" I nodded and then said "Yes". Jenna sighed "Same. I promise" then we kissed.

In the bedroom Jenna was smiling at me when I said "Let's get you out of those clothes". The same ones she had on yesterday, the colorful yoga pants and tight red blouse. Minus her panties that she had left under my pillow which were now on the top of my dresser. Jenna blushed and asked "So history really does repeat itself?

I bet you thought a "to be continued" or "thank you for reading" was coming?

I was smiling when Jenna asked "Oh, question? Who is jwdoney, who is Art, and what is esmail?" You know those cameras that Josh, Julie, Holly and certain other characters look in? I stared at nothing, completely shocked, stunned, frozen, and mired in fear and confusion. I opened my mouth to speak as Jenna struggled her blouse off and said "I'm not wearing this again until I get back in shape".

Remind me to unpack that later?

Standing there in her colorful yoga leggings and the sexy bra that matched the panties on top of my dresser, Jenna asked "Are you okay?" I nodded slowly then breathed "No". Jenna laughed, "Well which is it?" I asked "How do you know about jwdoney and esmail?" Jenna said "I don't, that's why I asked you. Are you okay Joe? What's wrong with you?" I sat on the bed and she literally asked "We're not gonna mess around?" I said "We are. I want to fuck you". Jenna gasped, her entire body blushed, not just her face, and I said "I'm sorry" but Jenna pounced on me and amidst furious kissing she gasped "Don't be" then panted "Fuck me". 90 percent or better of my writing comes from real life, true experience. This was one of those. The emotions, the excitement, the sex was so good, we were naked and fucking before I wondered how we had gotten undressed.

I was giving Jenna everything I had, which was plenty based on how excited she was and how much noise she was making. Her orgasm shook us, the bed, maybe the building, and clued me in that she was a noisy lover. I was getting close when Jenna really surprised me by panting in my ear "Fuck me like a real man would" and I lost it and fucked through her. For all my bullshit and drama writing, I fucked Jenna into next week and hoped she would still be there when I arrived. We were laying there afterwards, side by side, snuggled and happy, holding hands when Jenna asked "What the Hell happened?" I smiled and she asked "What got into you old man?" Old man? So this was when it started? I said "Everytime you call me old man, I'm gonna call you Princess". Jenna stared at the ceiling then smiled "I think that's fair". We held hands quietly until she moved, shifted, and lay snuggled against and half atop me, holding me.

I said "Once I tell you about ES, everything changes". Jenna asked "ES? The email you got?" I asked "How do you know about it?" Jenna sighed "I'm a light sleeper and your phone got like 700 notifications last night and this morning". I blinked, said "Sorry" and she shrugged and said "We'll figure it out. Apparently your bank, some game called EPIC SEVEN, one called RAID, and several from BING all messaged you, but when I finally got curious it was a notification from someone named Art that something called ‘SHOCKED part 2' had posted or something". I told Jenna about my writing and other than tensing against me, holding me tighter, and staring intently at me, she never said a word. When I was done she just exhaled, sighed "Wow" then pulled me to her and said "I'm excited. Fuck me".

Now... Thank you for reading.

Like INEVITABLE and THE ASHLEY EFFECT, this could continue if requested.