Homeless – CHAPTER 3

Adult story: Homeless – CHAPTER 3

by senorlongo

There was a white panel truck in the driveway when we arrived. “I have the house cleaned once a week. They have a key and they know the alarm code.” I continued when Jessie showed a shocked expression on her face. “And they’re bonded. They have an excellent reputation and they want to keep it. A story in the news about a theft and they’d be done. C’mon, let’s go in. I need to write a script for your call to Marshall County this afternoon.”

“A what?”

“A script for you to follow; you might need a story to tell them and I know you’ll be nervous.” We walked into the house and I found May Gore and her daughter Le’andra at work in the living room. “Hi, May,” I said as we entered the spacious room. “This is my friend, Jennie…Jennifer.” No time like the present for Jessie to assume her new identity.

“Hi, Missuh Doug…Miss Jennie. We just got heah ‘bout a half hour ago,” she said with a huge smile of white teeth in stark contrast to her coal-black skin. Like many black women, she was heavy-set with big breasts and a huge butt, but I’d never seen anyone work as hard as May and her children. I’d met four of them since I’d moved here ten months ago. I waved to Le’andra as she set up the vacuum and led Jennie/Jessie to the office.

We had just entered when Jessie whispered, “Why did you call me Jennie?”

“Sorry to take you by surprise like that, but I thought it might be better and avoid questions later—you know…Jessie…Jennie.”

“Oh! I guess you’re right.” We laid our coats on the chair and I moved to the desk. I began to type what I thought would be a reasonable and believable history for Jennifer Marie Townsend. I double-spaced it in a 14-point font and handed it to Jessie/Jennie once it was printed out. She read it quickly then looked up, smiled and read it again. “I like it, Doug. It makes sense and I can even believe it.”

“All you have to do is read it and ask what the fee is for a duplicate birth certificate. You probably don’t have to go into any detail, but most people are suckers for a hard luck story.” I checked the clock and suggested I begin our lunch. I asked May if she wanted to join us already knowing the answer. She and Le’andra had joined me several times since coming to work for me.

I started the grill and left it to warm up while I made the other preparations. With Jessie’s…oops, I mean Jennie’s help we had the table set in no time. I had eight buns, but thought I might need more dogs. May and Le’andra could put down three or four each easily and I knew that Jennie was making up for lost time. I went out into the freezing air to toast the buns, returning them to the plastic bag once they were done. The dogs were done about ten minutes later and I called May and her daughter to join us.

We sat around the table, eating and chatting amiably until May asked, “Jennie, how did you and Missuh Doug meet? We never seen no woman ‘round heah before.”

I thought Jennie would choke so I rushed to her rescue. “It’s kind of personal, May. The important thing is that we did meet. You’ll no doubt see her here in the future.”

“Yeah, I figured that. Le’andra spotted the clothes in the back bedroom and all the things in the bathroom.”

“Those are none of your business, May. I assumed you were discreet when I hired you.”

“Yes suh, I meant no harm.”

“Good…not another word about Jennie’s presence here.” I took her hand; I could see that she was near tears. “Perhaps it would be best if you returned to work.” May and Le’andra rose, but they were not happy. There were still four hot dogs remaining on the plate.

“You have no reason to be concerned or ashamed about your past, Jessie. Leaving home the way you did and for the reasons you had took a lot of courage. You managed to survive for more than five years when you couldn’t even get a job. You had to do a lot of unpleasant things, but you survived when many others would have died either by their own hand or murdered by some sicko who picked you up. That part of your life is behind you. I don’t think you’ll ever have to go through that again.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because starting this afternoon you’ll have a new life. I’ll help you put it together and I’ll stand by you until you’re ready. You’re safe here. You should think of this as your home while you….” I never had the chance to finish. Jennie threw her arms around my neck and hugged me fiercely. There were tears on her face when she finally pushed herself away.

“I think meeting you is the best and luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I’m glad. For the record I’m glad I met you, too.” I squeezed her hand and we returned to our lunch.

I wasn’t at all surprised when she ate four dogs. I only had two. We cleaned up the minimal mess, nothing more than paper plates, napkins, disposable plastic cups, and only a single large dish for the dishwasher. We retired to my office, the one area of the house that May never entered. I sat Jennie at the desk and entered the number of the Marshall County Administrative Building.

I knew that Marshall County was sparsely populated with fewer than 31,000 residents as of 2014. I’d be amazed if their records department was computerized. The phone was answered on the third ring.

(Marshall County)

“Um…can I speak to someone about a duplicate birth certificate?”

(Just a moment; I’ll connect you.)

(Records…how may I help you?)

“Uh…I’m Jennie…I mean I’m Jennifer Marie Townsend and I’ve been told that I was born in Marshall County. I don’t know for sure because both my parents died in a house fire when I was about a month old. According to neighbors my dad carried me out of the house. He must have thought that my mother was behind him because he hesitated a bit before putting me down on the lawn and running back into the fire. The house collapsed and he and my mother died.

“I was brought up by my grandparents and I’ve lived with them ever since, taking care of Grandma for the last five years until she died last month. Now I need a job and I have to prove my citizenship so I need a replacement birth certificate.”

(I’m really sorry for all your troubles. Getting a new certificate is easy. You just need to send a letter with your name, birth date, and address…you know, where to send it. The cost is ten dollars so I’ll need a check, preferably a bank check or money order. That’s what they tell me to ask for, but a personal check is okay. It’ll just take a few days longer. Send your letter to the County Clerk, Lewisburg, TN 37019. I am really sorry you’ve had such a tough time, Dearie. I hope everything works out for you.)

“Thanks so much for your help. I really appreciate it.” Jennie hung up the phone and turned to me. “That was easier than I thought. Maybe this will work out after all.”

I had been taking notes so I took Jennie’s place at the desk and brought up my word processing program. I had a letter to the County Clerk done in no time. Checking my watch I saw that we might just make it to the bank before closing. I pulled Jennie after me, grabbing our jackets on the way and we were out the door a minute later. “Lock up, will you, May? I have to rush to the bank.”

We had our check fifteen minutes later then we were on our way to the local ACE Hardware. “Why are we going to a hardware store, Doug?”

“See the sign over there.” She looked to the building and saw it—United States Postal Service. “They have a desk in the back that handles mail on a contract with the real USPS. There’s no incoming mail here, only outgoing. It’s a lot quicker most times than driving all the way to Ocean Isle or Little River down in South Carolina.” We had a stamped envelope from the postal desk less than five minutes later. I addressed it for Jennie, using her new name c/o Douglas Preston, PhD with my address on Beach Road, Sunset Beach, NC 28468 as the return address. After handing the completed envelope to the clerk he told us it would likely be delivered by Friday, two days forward.

May was gone by the time we were back at the house. I returned to the office to clear all the search data from my computer. I had huge memory on my hard drives, but old habits die hard. Cleaning up after a project was something I’d begun as an undergrad, back when I had to do everything on a single laptop. Also, I didn’t want any evidence of illegal activity on my hard drive. Once the files were deleted I ran a program that would reformat the drive I had used. I rarely used the hard drives on the computers, preferring to use an external drive—just in case I picked up a serious virus. I could reinstall the files and programs that were required for compatibility with my servers. Once I was done I looked for Jennie, finding her lounging with a book, her back facing the glass doors that led to the deck where I kept my grill and an assortment of lounge chairs.

“Know what I missed most while I was on the road? Reading; I loved books as a kid. I was always reading something…anything. I’m glad to see you have more than just computer books.”

“I do have a life, you know.”

“I guess…so, when are you going to fuck me?”

“Huh? What brought that on?”

“In my experience people do something because they want something. I heard May and her daughter talking earlier. They’ve never seen a woman here…never! She said you lived like a monk.”

“Am I giving you a hard time because of how you lived? The truth is I don’t have much experience with women. I’m a nerd! So, shoot me! If we ever make love you’ll be on the pill and you’ll be 100 percent clean. Remember, that’s one of the reasons you’re being tested tomorrow morning. Besides, I’m doing this to keep you from freezing to death. One other thing—if we do make love it will be because you want to, not because you feel obligated. I hate the thought of being owed sex. Ugghh! That just makes the whole thing so cheap and so dirty. It makes my skin crawl. I’m not criticizing you. You had no choice, but now you do. You’ll have that choice as long as you’re here with me.”

“And how long will that be?”

“I have no idea. I obviously can’t keep you here. You’re not a slave, after all. You can go anytime you wish.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“No! For one thing you need your new identity and you need to get your health straightened out. You must be twenty pounds underweight. You need a driver’s license, both as an ID and if you ever get a job. Those things take time.”

“Plus, you want to fuck me.” She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out in my direction.

I gave up. “Alright…plus, I want to fuck you. Happy now?”

She jumped up and into my lap. Her arms around my neck she leaned in and whispered, “Yes.” She pressed her lips against mine and started to kiss me.

“You’re doing this because you want to…not because you feel you owe it to me.”

“I can see you know nothing about women. Shut up and open your mouth.” I thought at first that she had misspoke, but that idea vanished when she thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her fingers gripped my short hair with a ferocity I’d never known until now. I found my arms around her, pulling her slender body to mine. I was suddenly filled with a desire—no, not a desire–a need to be inside this woman. I picked her up and carried her to my room. Stripping her clothes from her body I laid her gently onto the bed while I threw mine onto the floor.

She laid there with a look of satisfaction on her face and her legs apart, her knees high into the air. I could see her recently naked pudenda glistening with droplets of her nectar. Reaching into my night table I removed a sleeve of five condoms. “Ooh, I hope you’re planning to use all of those even if I can’t walk tomorrow.”

My teeth tore the condom from the wrapper and I pushed it down my shaft, pulling it tight when it reached the base. I found myself kneeling between her legs a second later as she pulled me to her core. Damn! She was tight—certainly the tightest I’d ever known—and her heat was incredible. Her legs around my waist and her arms around my back pulled me balls-deep in but a single thrust.

I’d told Jennie/Jessie that I didn’t have much experience with women and that was true, but I wasn’t a virgin, not by a long shot. Who fucks a nerd? A girl nerd, that’s who, and there were girl nerds by the hundreds, if not thousands, at both Harvard where I was an undergrad and at MIT where I studied for my PhD. In one respect I was a virgin. This was my first time with a normal woman. All I had to do was survive her frenetic movements.

Jennie’s hunger surprised me. I knew she was grateful for what I’d done. I thought that any human being would be, but her emotions—her desire and her need—were overwhelming. She rose to meet my every thrust with energy and force equal to or exceeding mine. There was no way I was going to last very long at this pace even though I tried desperately to hold it back. I finally let it go when I heard Jennie whisper, “Give it to me. C’mon…cum hard for me.” And then, as if to emphasize her point she lifted me a foot above the bed. I drove into her even harder when we fell back and my cock seemed to explode as jets of slick white semen erupted from my rock hard organ.

Eventually, it ebbed and I softened. I rolled off Jennie, gripping the condom to ensure it wouldn’t leak into her. My breath was coming hard as I slowly recovered. I doubted then that I’d be able to get up to cook the promised steak for our dinner. Jennie slid onto my left side, her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine, her red pussy oozing onto my thigh. “I’ve never done it like that—not even once. I’ve always lain perfectly still and allowed myself to be fucked. I liked doing it with you much more. That wasn’t so bad for you, was it?”

“Bad? No, it was incredible.”

“Good…then we can do it again after dinner.” I groaned in mock rebellion as I pulled her even closer. A minute later Jennie was asleep. I joined her not more than five minutes later. We slept together as lovers have for thousands of years, rising only when I felt an urgent need. There was no way I could slip out from under Jennie without waking her.

“What? Where are you going, Doug?”

“To answer nature’s call, unless you want to sleep tonight in a wet yellow bed.”

“I love it—now we’re sleeping in the same bed. I’ll move my clothes in here while you’re cooking dinner. Let me see the bathroom so I’ll know where to put my stuff. She walked behind me while I was taking a whiz, laying claim to the second basin and the drawers next to it. I had just finished when she pulled me into the shower. It was easily big enough for four.

“How the hell does this thing work,” she asked. I spent a few minutes explaining, showing her the thermostatically controlled tank-less water heater in the glass enclosed panel.

“This knob controls the temperature. We’re a long way from the water heater in the garage. This arrangement saves a lot of water and guarantees uniform temperature. Here, I’ll turn it on and we’ll have to wait a few seconds until the water is hot enough.” I set the thermostat for 104 degrees and opened the valve. We stood together holding hands for maybe thirty seconds until the deliciously hot water poured from the twenty-two spray heads on the four walls. Grabbing the soap from the recessed well I began to wash Jennie’s back and butt. Then I moved forward to wash her breasts and stomach. Her breasts were small, barely a B-cup in my limited experience, but I was sure they’d grow as she gained weight. Moving down I washed her abdomen, her pussy and her thighs.

I was tempted to eat her pussy, but that was going to have to wait until we knew if she was healthy. Her unfortunate lifestyle could easily have brought her into contact with one or more STD’s. That would be addressed tomorrow morning with a full set of blood tests. Dr. Whitney had always done a full battery on me and her analysis was always spot on.

I finished Jennie by tickling her feet then handed her the soap and watched as she addressed my body. For a nerd I have a decent body. I’m 6 feet 1 inch tall and weigh a solid 185 pounds. I usually go up to Shallotte to Gold’s Gym two to three times a week. I’d invite Jennie to join once things settled down between us.

Like me, Jennie began with my back and butt although she was much more playful when it came to my butt than I was with hers. I had to remind myself that she was eleven years younger than me. She did play with my cock and balls, even suggesting that I shave to match her. I told her I’d think about it, but made no promises. We dried each other and dressed. I put two potatoes in the oven to bake and took a good-sized ribeye out of the refrigerator to warm up before putting it on the grill.

Jennie set the table and we worked together to toss a salad. We were done well in advance of dinner so I opened a bottle of Chardonnay and brought two glasses of wine to the living room. We sat together on the couch, content and comfortable in our silence. I turned on the TV, but even with 200 channels there was still nothing I thought was worth watching so I pushed a DVD into the machine and turned to ask Jennie, “Ever hear of Charlie Chan? His movies used to be popular, but they’ve fallen out of favor because while good old Charlie was supposed to be a Chinese from Honolulu he was always played by white guys like Sidney Toler with a cheesy accent.”

“Sounds like a rip; I’ll give it a shot. Is this what you do for kicks…watch obscure old movies?”

“Sure, they’re better than the trash that’s on the tube these days. Those so-called reality shows are just absurd. None of them are anything even close to ’reality.’” I started the movie and sat back. Jennie snuggled close, pulling my arm over and around her shoulder. We sat silently, watching cornball Charlie Chan solve yet another insolvable crime.

I was about to turn the set off when the movie had ended, but stopped when Jennie commented, “Better than I thought it would be. Have any more?”

“Yeah, I have. I have Blazing Saddles, North by Northwest, High Noon, and a few others, too.”

“I’ve heard of Blazing Saddles, but not the others.”

“Then you’re in for a few surprises.” I kissed her quickly then rose to turn on the grill and tend to the steak, cutting into the fat along the side to prevent shrinkage and rubbing a mixture of salt, pepper, and spices into the meat. “I hope you like your steak medium rare,” I called into the living room. “That’s the only way I know how to cook it.” Jennie responded with a laugh.

Dinner was served fifteen minutes later and the steak was delicious, the potatoes were done just right, and the salad was a good complement to the meal. To complete the dinner I had opened a bottle of Chianti Classico, Vintage 2008. “Did you know that there’s a special Chianti grape? Regular Chianti has varying percentages of that special grape, but only Chianti Classico is made exclusively from the Chianti grape.”

“Actually, I didn’t know that. It wasn’t high on my menu priorities in my former life. I think Ripple or Muscatel was more appropriate.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up…I mean….”

“Relax, Doug—I’m not upset with you. It was what it was. You were right—I am a survivor.” We finished the meal in silence then I sat her at my desk with a note pad and told her, “Practice your new signature—Jennifer Marie Townsend. I’m sure you’ll have to print it tomorrow morning and complete some forms, too. The more you do it now the easier it will be then.” I kissed her again and went to tackle the dishes. It was no big deal. I’d been single like forever. I’d done them like a thousand times.

I emptied the trash and returned to find Jennie working feverishly on her third sheet. “This was a good idea. It’s almost automatic now.” I noticed that she had written her new signature three different ways with “Marie,” her initial “M,” and without. It was a very satisfactory exercise. She was just about to start her fourth page when I stopped her. “We need to go to bed. We have an early appointment and we’ll have to fast. I’ll take you out for breakfast after.” I set the house alarm and followed Jennie to the bedroom. She slid into bed naked and I followed. “Don’t you think we should brush our teeth…maybe go to the bathroom?”

“Can’t we do it after? You’re going to get up to dump the condom, aren’t you?” Damn, sometimes I just hate logic, but she was right. I lay back onto the bed and pulled her to me. We kissed and held each other. I ran my hand up and down her back, my finger exploring the sweet crack of her shapely ass. Jennie, for her part, had one hand enmeshed in my hair while the other had a firm grip on my cock. We rolled around on the bed for more than ten minutes until she could take no more. “Oh God! Fuck me, Doug. Please…please fuck me!”

I reached for a condom, but Jennie beat me to it. A second later it was snugly in place and a second after that Jennie was sliding down my pole. I reached up to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples. She groaned as our bodies met in a rhythm that ground her clit into me faster and harder with my every thrust.

In minutes we were rutting like wild beasts. It certainly was unique for me to experience rabid unbridled sex like this, and to do it more than once a day was simply incomprehensible. Where had this woman been all my life? We continued our rapid pace for several minutes. Fortunately, having cum only a few hours ago gave me the stamina to keep up with her.

My hands found her breasts and nipples as her lips found mine. Damn, but this woman could kiss! Mid-kiss she began to groan and her body began to shake. Good thing, because I felt a rumbling deep within my groin. Jennie hesitated for a second, her back arched more than I thought humanly possible then, just as quickly, she moved forward as her body was wracked with spasm. It was the most powerful and the longest orgasm I’d ever seen. She had just collapsed onto my chest when my cock went off. My orgasm lacked the energy of this afternoon’s, but I was plenty satisfied when it ended. I asked myself then why I had agreed to get up after we were done. I really was done in. I had no energy at all.

We laid there for perhaps fifteen minutes before Jennie whispered, “I’m sorry. I should have realized we’d both be shot after that. It was incredible, Doug—my best ever…honest.”

“I’m glad, but we’d better get up before this condom leaks into you and before we fall asleep.”

“Party pooper!” She grinned then gave me a quick peck before struggling to get up. I struggled after her. Five minutes later we were luxuriating under the hot shower. We soaped each other then Jennie used the special shampoo again just to be sure. We dried each other, dressed in tee-shirts and gym shorts and I attacked her hair with the special comb. We were both pleased to find no evidence of lice.

The night was still relatively young but we had to get up early. We flopped into bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Jennie’s head was on my chest and her leg rested lightly on my thigh. I wasn’t accustomed to being touched while sleeping. Truth be told, this was the first time I’d ever actually slept with a woman. I loved it.

NEXT: Jennie moves in. I make some important changes.

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Parent Post: Homeless – by senorlongo

Comments

  1. RANDY says

    YA KNOW THIS STORY IS GOOD ENOUGH WITHOUT THE SEX. YOU COULD STRIP IT OF EVERY EROTIC WORD AND I’D KEEP GOING UNTIL I WERE FINISHED WITH THE 19th CHAPTER.

    THANK YOU AUTHOR!

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