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There's a wrinkle that runs perpendicular across the front of his trouser leg that sits at odds to the smooth line of the crease and regardless of how he sits, shifting his legs this way and that, there's no way that Jeb can present himself as anything other than a mess.
Liddy's still talking, John's still playing catch-up and his boss nods his head in approval from behind his desk. The wrinkle stares back at him clear and strong and unrelenting.
Once back in his office he closes the door behind him, aware that he hasn't digested a thing that has happened in the last two hours. Two days?. Two weeks?. Christ.
There's a stack of paperwork sitting on his desk waiting for his signature, another stack full of telephone messages from people waiting for him to call back and there, tucked between his letter opener and his pen caddy, is the small white envelope John had given him the previous day, the one containing the details for tonight, the invite, to some gathering John's current squeeze Maureen, Mo, is holding for her…birthday? promotion? graduation? who knows.
Maybe a break could do him good.
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Why John Dean had chosen him to bring here Jeb will never know. John isn't short on friends; young, fun, cool, friends. Among the sea of young and beautiful people in the room tonight Jeb has never felt lesser in any of those qualities.
From his left Mo's giggle rings out across the room, her lips pulling into a wide almost manic smile as John looks on in adoration and their friends laugh at whatever joke Jeb just missed and it's then that he sees her, Mo's friend, one of the ones he's met before, the one with the eyes. The one with the hips.
Jeb takes a swallow from his glass to still his nerves and chastises himself for his foolishness. He imagines himself a younger man, maybe back in his campaign days, fresh and energetic and driven, maybe back in those days he could have been the kind of man who holds conversations with beautiful women at birthday parties.
Foolishness.
"Hey stranger" she says clinking her glass against his and all he can do is smile in lieu of words that won't form on his lame and heavy tongue. "You… have no idea who I am, do you?"
"Yes, YES!.. eh, sorry, yes, Mo's friend from… from the thing."
"Mhm" she takes a small sip of her drink before letting her eyes roam the room "The Thing". She looks almost offended.
"No," he tries again, "of course I remember you from the theatre, the interpretive performance thing."
"Oh god" she snorts "That was terrible! I mean what the fuck even was that."
Jeb laughs in agreement "I hear it's all the rage in Europe"
"Jesus, Europe can keep it thanks." she shakes her head finally smiling up at him.
He remembers it well, another one of Mo's things that she dragged John to who had in turn, as it seems has become routine, dragged Jeb along too. He remembers the performance, all flailing arms and wails, but more than that he remembers the dress. Long and tight and a baby blue, cut high and modest at the front and low and not at the back, low enough to distract Jeb all evening, the bare expanse of her shoulders and obvious lack of brassiere drawing his attention away from any stage production, interpretive or not.
Tonight's dress isn't blue, it certainly isn't long either showing far more thigh than he's sure polite society expects so before his gaze lingers too long and before he says something stupid he asks her if she'd like to join him for another drink and for some reason he can't quite fathom she says yes.
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As far as nights go this hasn't at all been the worst.
Jeb is…fun? More fun than she'd expected anyway. He has that knack that some people have of making sarcasm endearing, a wry humour that some might not recognise at first as humour at all, a clever wit, jokes hidden in truths and plain sight delivered with a boyish stuttering charm, disarming and warm.
Then she finds that once he hits upon a topic he's interested in, off he goes. He tells her about geology, sedimentation and then apropos of nothing at all he gushes about a trip he took to a pineapple maze and at the centre? a giant pineapple design constructed completely of actual pineapples! He's like a kid at Christmas. If it weren't for the ring on his finger she'd kiss him.
After that she mingles some more and leaves Jeb to his own devices; making small talk, nodding politely, spare wheeling next to John and Mo far more than he'd like. It's at the very end of the night that she finds him again, to his surprise making a direct path across the floor toward him.
"So" she says "I'm about to grab a cab home but I thought I'd check first to see if there were any gentlemen left who would offer me a ride, we are kind of out of the way here after all."
Jeb nods and smiles politely, a theme for the evening, before "Oh! Oh, yes, yes of course."
Her smile widens and she laces her arm through his "Lucky me".
From across the room Jeb catches sight of John grinning toward him raising his eyebrows and motioning with a nod toward the companion on his arm. Jeb feels his cheeks flush. John raises his glass toward him as if toasting a victory.
Foolishness.
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Awkward. That's how the ride so far could be categorised. Whatever place Mo used this time is rural enough that there's not a lot to take interest in through the window, trees and grass and not a lot else. He cracks a couple of self-deprecating quips that don't land then turns on the radio and hums along to the kind of songs her dad still listens to riding to the store in his station wagon. Easy listening dad-rock. Songs about highways. OK.
"So does John bring you everywhere?" She wants to know more, dig a little deeper just to see what's there. She's seen a glimpse and it's intriguing if nothing else.
"It seems so, he's irritating like that."
"Hmm. And Mrs Magruder? She stays home? Children I presume?" dig, dig, dig.
His hands shift at the top of the steering wheel rolling his grip forward and back.
"Yeah. She, ah,… she stays home."
"Well I'll make sure to get you back to her quickly."
There's silence between them for a while, Jebs' hands worrying at the wheel and he doesn't take his eyes away from the road when he finally says "I'm not actually staying at the house at the minute, I'm in a hotel, temporarily of course."
Oh.
"Oh, that.. must be hard. How long?"
"About four months."
Temporarily MY ASS.
"Well." She huffs out, because what do you say to that? Then with a positive smile adds, just for good measure, "I'm sure you'll be moving back home in no time."
"I'm not sure the 32 year old tennis coach who lives in my house and sleeps with my wife would like it much." he says with a stretched smile but ouch, the sting of it is written all over his face.
Oh. Well in that case.
She lays her hand just above his knee and squeezes lightly "I'm sorry". He inhales. She lets her hand linger. "I can't imagine how hard that must be for you."
Her hand runs higher, delicate fingers and painted nails dipping in between his legs to trace the seam of his trousers at the inside of his thigh. His knuckles turn white at the wheel and his brows practically disappear into his hair line but he doesn't say a word.
He's dreaming. He's dreaming. There's no way she's coming on to him right? She's just being supportive, she's kind. Her hand traces higher, his cock twitches.
Foolishness.
"It must be hard, working all day with that big important job that you have and no one to come home to. No-one to take care of you." Her voice is a little husky, her fingers a little probing.
Jeb just nods.
"Is it hard for you Jeb? Is it hard?"
"Yeah, it's ah.. it's it's…" her fingers trace the seam just below the zip "What…what are you.. eh.." she flattens her hand against him and palms his stiffening cock through his pants "OH! ha! ok…ok".
"Jeb? Would you like to pull over?"
"Yep. yes, yes…" He nods frantically and moves immediately to cross lanes and make it to the side of the road, nearly taking out the red sedan approaching from his right.
The tires kick up clouds of dry dust as he pulls to an abrupt stop on the little patch of dirt at the side of the road, up as close to the bushes and trees as he can get and he's incredibly glad that the road they're travelling is lined with fields rather than buildings and just isolated enough that there's no one to see her hands work skillfully to unbuckle his belt or to witness the way he pushes his back up into his seat and his hips forward when she slides down his zipper.
He leans forward and moves to reach out for her but she just shifts round to face him a little more and pushes him back again.
"Just sit back, let me take care of you."
Oh, oh god.
When she untucks his shirt from his bright white briefs and snakes her hand beneath the elastic of the waistband Jeb actually squeaks, by the time she takes him firmly in her grasp and administers the first few experimental strokes there's no sound from him at all other than his ragged stuttering gasps and he looks almost afraid.
"You OK there? Do you want me to stop?" Judging from his reactions it's been a while and she wonders how long it has been since anyone touched him in this way? Anyone other than himself.
"Heavens no, don't stop, please don't stop." It's the most complete sentence he's said in a while so she moves her hands a little faster and then with little warning leans forward and drags her tongue flat against the tip of his cock causing him to yelp in surprise and when she slides him between her lips he realises, oh god, she's going to use her mouth.
He hasn't done this in… he can't even remember, can't even think straight about anything other than the wet warmth of her mouth, her tongue, how she's fucking him with her rouge stained lips. It's not something his wife had ever been in favour of; Oral sex is up there on the list of forbidden things Jesus wouldn't approve of.
"Oh god, you don't have to do that" It's too much, too generous. "Wait did… did John put you up to this?"
The suction of the 'pop' when she pulls him from her mouth almost ends him then and there and he realises it's not just his dick, now strained and untouched, that's weeping; he can feel water pooling on his eyelashes. What a mess.
"What? Why would John…?" She sighs and makes a show of running her tongue slowly along her plump top lip fully aware of the way his eyes track the movement. "You taste devine Jeb, I'd like to taste more of you. I'd really like to taste your come while you fuck my mouth. Would you like that Jeb?" She leans in closer and she can see the red taillights of passing cars reflecting in the glassiness of his eyes and the tears that are now escaping in thick tracks down his cheeks. "Would you like to come in my mouth Jeb?".
He gulps so hard he nearly chokes "Yes, yes, please please please.." she waits just a beat to see if she can string another 'please' out of him and she can, the final one slipping out between trembling lips as barely a whimper.
"Good boy, Jeb."
She teases the tip of his cock with little flicks of her tongue just for a couple of completely agonising seconds then leans down and takes the full length of him in her mouth all at once. Like the rest of him he's as long and big as she hoped he would be and she plans to take full advantage of that at a later time when they have more room, for now she'll savour the weight of him on her tongue. She hollows her cheeks as she drags her lips up his length before sinking back down and she only repeats the motion twice, then again, when she feels the muscles of his thighs start to tremble beneath her.
"Oh god I'm sorry, I'm gonna… Oh god… too soon, ah.." Whines and sobs. Delicious whimpers.
His thigh muscles tense, his hips buck and his hand finds the back of her head pushing her as far down as he can manage until she can feel the warm ropes of come lash out against the back of her throat, Jebs desperate muffled apologies mingled with his high pitched keen ringing in her ears as she gags where he holds her in place.
When he releases her she raises her face to his and only then, when his eyes are still focused enough to follow the bob of her throat, does she swallow.
Flopping back in her seat she lets out a laugh Jeb doesn't hear, "What a night, huh?"
He doesn't respond and when she looks over she finds his glazed eyes staring ahead into the road, hands once again gripping the top of the steering wheel arms stiff and straight in front of him, his cock lying slowly softening against his open pants and his face? He looks like he's just witnessed a car crash.
Jesus.
Leaning over she fishes around in his jacket pocket to retrieve the pack of cigarettes she knows he stashed there and winds down the window before lighting one between her lips, taking a long hard drag, then holding it out toward him. "Hey, here."
He turns toward her ignoring the cigarette and asking almost absently "So how did I taste?"
"Great, you tasted great Jeb."
"I.. I did?" His eyes are still blank, wide and dazed, and his eyelids flutter rapidly.
"Yeah, so great you win a prize." She takes another drag of the cigarette blowing long plumes of smoke out of the window and away into the night.
"I.. I do?" He looks so confused, he'll come round in a minute or two.
"Yeah, You get to drive me back to this hotel room of yours."
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