A Second Chance

Chapter 2* Jamie* 13 Years Earlier ***Steamy scene ahead***

I sat nervously at the bar, trying to slow down my drinking. It would not be a good first impression to be drunk when he first saw me. I rolled my eyes at myself and took a sip of my second beer. I was nervous. I hadn’t dated in a while and I already knew I wasn’t his type. I was currently blonde and he only dated brunettes. But our conversations had been amazing; easy and flirtatious with no bumpy topics. I told him I wasn’t thin and he said I was the thinnest girl he’d ever been interested in. He usually liked more full figured women. I was somewhere in between. Part of me worried he’d take one look at me and leave. He was late, I noted as I looked nervously at my phone. No messages. I turned back to my drink and felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun on my stool and looked up, and up higher still. Jordan smiled down at me and asked how many I’d had already. I laughed, assuring him it was only my second. He apologized for being late and told me I looked beautiful before sliding onto the next stool and ordering a drink for himself.

We talked and laughed and flirted. The conversation was just as easy in person as it had been online. When a couch became available, he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to it, saying it would be easier for us to talk, closer to the same height. He wasn’t wrong. We curled up on the couch, continuing our conversation stopping only to kiss. The first kiss was perfect. Jordan placed a hand under my chin, tilting my face towards his, looking into my eyes. I smiled at him, which he took as my silent permission, and he lightly brushed his lips against mine. My heart fluttered. He pulled back, ever the gentleman. I pulled him back to me, this time opening my mouth. He kissed me passionately and for a moment I forgot the world around us. Unfortunately, all the alcohol on an empty stomach caught up with me and I had to excuse myself to get sick in the restroom. When I returned, he apologized for not feeding me and said he ordered us food. The pizza came and he made me eat, being very sweet about the whole thing. Before we knew it the bar was closing. He got up to take care of the bill while I finished off the pizza. He came back and handed me my card, scolding me for thinking I was paying for myself. He’d paid both our tabs. I’m not going to lie, it was a smooth move.

Not ready for the date to be over, we walked over to the water, hand in hand, and sat on a ledge facing each other, my legs thrown over his. We kissed, and cuddled and talked about how right it all felt to be together. He held me against him, gently rubbing my back while I ran my fingers through his hair and beard. It honestly felt like we were months into our relationship instead of mere hours. We agreed this was the start of something amazing before saying goodnight and heading our separate ways. I had never had a first date like that. Perfect.

We talked constantly. The conversation never stopped. We texted while working, driving, showering, even sleeping. Each time one of us woke up to pee, we’d send a message to the other. We never ran out of things to say. We wanted to know everything about each other. It was intense and wonderful. I was certain I’d found my husband.

The next time I saw him, he met me at the theatre after my 13 hour work day at 10pm one night. I looked exhausted and all we did was sit on a bench for a couple hours but it was comfortable. I couldn’t explain it but I just felt safe with him. He called me “Baby Girl” and I called him “Boo”. It didn’t feel like we’d just met. Honestly, it felt like I’d known and loved him before. I never thought much about reincarnation but the more I got to know Jordan, the more I felt like we’ve done all this already.

I had an opening night that weekend. Typically, the crew drinks at a nearby bar during the show and parties at the boss’ house afterwards. Jordan worked until 11pm so I asked if he’d like to meet me downtown after work. It just so happened to be Valentine’s Day. He agreed. I met him there around 11:30. I was already tipsy which made my 4” heels risky. My bearded giant of a man held onto me for my own stability. He joked that I was easier to kiss with the extra height. We started off at a table but as the night went on, the couch became available again and we jumped on it. Before long, we were making out pretty heavy, getting scolded by the bartender. When the bartender found us we were completely horizontal, with Jordan on top of me. I giggled as we sat upright quickly, looking sheepishly at each other. We had completely forgotten we were in a crowded public place. Jordan quickly paid the tab and we left but didn’t make it further than the parking lot before getting swept up in each other again. That was literally the feeling. I wasn’t aware of where we were or what time it was- I was only aware of him and how much I wanted him. He seemed to feel the same way. Some drunk guys leaving the bar made crude comments about us so Jordan protectively wrapped me up in his jacket and walked me to my car.

Saying goodbye got us all distracted by each other again. It got more and more intense. Now that we had a small amount of privacy, surrounded by cars, we were making out really hot and heavy. His hands were everywhere and I couldn't get close enough to him. His mouth only left mine to find my neck before returning to my wanting mouth. I wanted him with every fiber of my being.

“Are you wet?” He asked me.

“Yes.” I replied breathlessly.

“How wet?” He murmured as he kissed my neck and I let out a soft moan. He was flustering me and he knew it.

“I get wet just from talking to you. As soon as I see you, I’m turned on.” I answered honestly, my voice shaking ever so slightly. I really needed to get it together.

“I want to feel it.” He whispered in my ear, both commanding and asking at the same time.

I said nothing, but simply took a step out with my left foot, opening my legs for him in invitation. He understood my response and slid his hand down my body and under my skirt. At first, he only grazed the outside of my panties. I moaned and pressed myself against him, urging for more.

“Mmm, you are wet.” He groaned, appreciatively. That only made my condition worse.

With frustratingly slow movements, he finally slid his hand into my panties. Even then, I felt more need than relief. He was more controlled than I would have thought possible. He leisurely felt around my c—, murmuring appreciation for my shaved clean and slick p—-. When he finally dipped a finger inside me, I fisted his shirt and buried my face in his chest. He moved slowly in and out. I tilted my face up to kiss him again and he responded hungrily. When he suddenly put a second finger in, I swayed sharply, dangerously close to losing my balance. Luckily, a strong arm wrapped about my waist quickly, holding me firmly to him. He moved more briskly, in and out, now that he had me there, at his mercy. I kissed him, moaning softly into his mouth.

When he felt confident in my balance, he took my right hand and placed it on his pants, allowing me to feel his bulge. Understanding the meaning, I rubbed gently before moving my hand up to his waistband and sliding it into his boxers. I wrapped my hand around his hard c— and stroked it slowly. He groaned and picked up the pace of his fingers inside me, in turn, urging my own hand to move faster.

After a few minutes of this heavy petting, he pulled his fingers out of me, smoothed my skirt down and placed his hands on my hips, sighing. I responded by taking my own hand out of his pants.

Looking me in the eyes, he asked, “Is there anywhere we can go right now nearby? I really need to taste you. It’s killing me.” I swear, I didn’t think I could get any wetter, but hearing those words, I knew I was wrong. I squeezed my knees together. I knew then that I needed him. I had planned to go slow physically with him but now that I was with him and he was touching me, I needed it all. Jordan had awoken the part of me that I'd kept silenced for a long time, trying to avoid intimacy. I had told myself that pleasuring myself was enough. I didn't need a man to do it. I was wrong. At that moment, in that parking lot, I felt an almost painful need to be taken by this man. I had never felt this physical urging so strongly before. All my resolved melted away.

I returned his urgent stare and replied, “ Honestly, I’d rather you just f—ed me.”

For once I had flustered him. He paused before asking if I was sure. I looked around, took his hand, and led him across the street and down the alley behind my theatre. There was a pole back there, holding up an awning. I turned to him, pulling him against me. We began kissing passionately as he backed me against the pole. Jordan lifted my skirt and slid my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and he slipped them into his pocket. He looked at me hungrily causing me to lick my own lips in response. He kissed me again before spinning me around, bending me over and thrusting himself inside me. I let out a moan. Jordan wrapped one arm around me, and placed the other on the pole over my head so he could thrust into me and keep me safely from hitting the pole. I was always amazed at how aware and concerned he was with my comfort and safety. It turned me on even more knowing that he could be drunk, f—ing me good, and also be thinking about keeping me from hurting myself.

After a while like this he stopped and turned me around.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m too worried about you hitting your head.” He replied before leading me over to a table. I hopped onto it and he threw my panty locked ankles over his head, pushing into me again without hesitation. I gasped and arched my back. God, he was good. He tried to open my jacket but got exasperated with my buttons. I giggled and opened the coat for him. He roughly yanked down my dress and grabbed both my breasts, squeezing hard, causing me to yelp. He smirked at me and leaned down, taking my left n—le in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on it, still thrusting away at my dripping p—-. I moaned louder. He straightened back up and wrapped a hand around my throat, squeezing tightly and effectively silencing me. Everything he did, he did right. Like it was instinct. His s****l competence was the sexiest thing about him.

“I’m gonna come. I’ll pull out.” He told me.

I nodded and when he pulled out and ducked his head out of my pantied legs, I quickly dropped off the table, bent down, and took his c— in my mouth, sucking him through his o—-m.

When we were done, we redressed ourselves and sat on the table together. We talked for probably another hour. He assured me he wasn’t going anywhere. He said he wasn’t just looking for s*x and he hadn’t even been expecting it that night. I laughed because I hadn’t suspected he was going to bail on me now. When he was confident I was sober enough, we finally parted ways around 5am and went home to our separate beds.