Jay and Carly, Book 2 Chapter 9

Most of you probably realize by now I'm a pretty organic writer. I write where the story takes me with a pretty broad outline. If you saw my original plan for the first "Book" you would have seen it was originally 15 chapters... instead it ended up being almost 30. So it won't surprise you that the character that we explore in this chapter wasn't originally in my plans. It started out as an innocuous name suggestion from a Patron and that piqued my interest and made me think more about her. Now she's here and she'll feature in at least two more chapters most likely. Hope you like finding out more about Tennille. I enjoyed writing her

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Louise worked very hard over the weekend to earn back my affection. It’s not like I withheld it but it was a fun game to play for the family. By the end of the weekend, she’d sucked my cock 7 times, pledging not to wash off a drop until the end of the weekend. When I drove her back to her apartment, she was positively radiant. She was also twitching nervously and squeezing her hands constantly from arousal. 

“Why don’t you tease yourself on the ride home, my little slut.” It was a command in the form of a question and she reacted accordingly, slipping her fingers towards her shorts. 

“The whole ride, Mr. S?”

“Is that a problem?”

“N… no… it’s just you’ve kept me in denial all weekend…,” she said but I interrupted.

“And it will last until you get me that date with Tennille,” I said, squeezing her thigh. She hurriedly unbuttoned her shorts and slipped her fingers into her loose athletic shorts and sighing as she made contact with her soft pink lips. 

“Not Kimi?”

“Not yet… eventually you can bring her to me too but I think Tennille is a little more intriguing.”

“Of course, Master.”

We settled in for the trip. Louise tried to hold a conversation but between her own questing fingers and my occasional grope of her tits, she was pretty ragged by the time we rolled in to campus. I parked the car and hopped out to open her door, taking her small hand as she rose unsteadily out of the vehicle. I kissed her gently on the lips and whispered, “I love you,” as she leaned into me.

“I love you too, Mr. S,” she whispered back. The two of us walked out of the parking garage and over to her dorm, my hand on her ass and a smile on her face the entire way. We got some looks but I wasn’t so much older that I completely stood out. Louise loved it. She very much relished the feeling of almost open sluttiness that she was projecting. “What should we tell Tennille?”

“She’s your roommate… the question is what should YOU tell Tennille,” I said with a wolf-like smile. Louise grinned back at me and gave me another kiss as we stepped into the elevator. The moments the door closed, I slammed her into the wall, kissing her roughly as my hands groped her entire body. She moaned into me, wrapping one leg around me and grinding into me as I held her tight against the wall. By the time we got to her floor, her hair and clothes were a complete mess… which is exactly what I wanted. She ran her fingers through her long, barely wavy, hair but left her shirt askew. Louise looked back at me and gave me a flirty, playful wink as she reached out for my hand. 

“C’mon, Mr. S… Let’s go get you laid,” she said with a wink. I laughed, finding Louise’s zest to be both infectious and intoxicating. She opened the door to her room, yelling out, “What’s up, sluts?”

Tennille called out from down the hall, “It’s just me, bitch!” Louise smiled at me and winked, “And who are you calling a slut, you’re the one fucking a married… man?” the last word died in her throat as she walked out and saw Louise and I smiling at her. “Shit… why are you always doing that to me?”

Louise ignored the question and took a playful hop and skip forward, grabbing her roommate’s unresisting hands. “I think you should sit down and talk to Jay. Get to know him, Tennille. It would mean a lot to me. Please?” she said, making a pleading face. 

Tennille looked trapped and nervous. “You guys have a whole complicated thing going on, I wouldn’t…”

“That’s just it though. It’s not that complicated. It’s actually pretty simple, really. Jay can have as many women as he wants. Period. Some are casual. Some are serious. But none of us get jealous. Please… just talk to him. He’s a great guy and I really think you should… you know… get to know him,” she said with all the subtlety of a battleship.

I walked up, “Let’s just talk Tennille, okay. I’ll probably be here a fair amount so we should at least try to be friends, right?”

“And what’s your wife think of this?”

“It was their idea!” I said, sitting on the couch.

“They? You have two wives?”

“Well, legally only one but I think of both of them as my wives. I love them equally and they love the idea of me having other women.”

“Uhhuh…,” Tennille said. She folded her arms across her chest, inadvertently lifting up her small boobs that strained against the thin white t-shirt she was wearing. 

“Truly… want to talk to them?” I said, offering my phone.

“No… I believe you. I’ve heard about it all from Louise already. Look… I’m just not looking for anything serious, right now, okay?”

I held my hands up, “That’s totally fine,” I said. 

“Besides, I’ve got this party to get ready for tonight and the guy that was supposed to take me ditched and…,” only too late did she realize the opening she was leaving herself.

“Perfect,” Louise said, clapping her hands together, “Mr. S can take you. He’ll be a perfect gentleman and keep you completely safe. Right, Mr. S?”

“Absolutely… nothing happens that you don’t want and if that’s nothing then fine. I haven’t been to a college party in a long time. It could be fun.”

“Well… I mean… it’s a costume party and you don’t have a costume.”

“What are you going as?” Louise asked.

Tennille looked at her, “Jane… from Tarzan and Jane,” she clarified when we showed confusion.

“Slutty Jane?” Tennille asked with a knowing grin.

Tennille stood up straight and haughtily defended herself, “SEXY Jane!”

“Okay… well that’s easy… He’s already wearing some brown pants… if he goes shirtless and we kind of muss up his hair,” she said as she tousled my hair with her delicate fingers. “Now just buy a pair of flip flops on your way,” she said, as she pulled my shirt off over my head. As I’ve said before, I’m not super ripped or anything but I take care of myself. Tennille bit her lip as she looked at me and took in a little breath. She hid it quickly but Louise and I both noticed, “He’s sexy isn’t he?”

“He’s not bad,” Tennille said unconvincingly. 

“Uhhuh… well you have all the fun with him you want tonight. No blowback from me or anyone else.”

“I’m not going to sleep with your married boyfriend on the first date,” Tennille said.

“So… second date then? Is that when slutty Jane will sleep with my married boyfriend?” Louise teased. Tennille humphed and walked off in exasperation.

“Make sure you’re ready in 15!” Tennille called from the bedroom. 

Louise smiled and gave me a kiss. “That was even easier than I expected. She really is kind of a slut,” she said as she continued kissing my neck and ear.

“She’s just wanting someone to go with her and keep her safe.”

“Whatever… she could have asked Kimi and I to go if that’s all it was. Nope, she had a hot date who bailed on her so she’s looking to replace said hot date with a NEW hot date.” Louise poked at my bare chest for emphasis. “Now… I got you a date. Don’t you have something for me?”

“The date hasn’t happened yet,” I said with a smile.

Louise folded her hands across her chest and gave an exaggerated pout. “Mr. S… you’re so mean.”

“You love it and it makes you wet, doesn’t it?”

“Maybe…” she said with a smile. “What would really make me wet though is to feel your long, hard cock pounding my tight pussy… I promise, Mr. S… it’s soooo tight and sooo needy,” she said as she wrapped her arm around me and kissed me. In all honesty, I don’t know whether my resolve would have held. I was bailed out by Tennille clearing her throat. I broke my kiss and looked at her. She was wearing what could only be considered a mockery of the yellow dress Jane wore in the Disney movie. It was very short, barely going an inch below her ass with a small white petticoat underneath making it spread out around her thighs. She was wearing white stockings and clunky brown heels that somehow looked both innocent and sexy at the same time. The top was a tight yellow corset with a white lacy fringe and lace gloves. 

Tennille was standing there with her hands on her hips watching us, “I thought he was my date tonight, bitch.”

“I thought it WASN’T slutty Jane,” Louise shot back. Both girls were smiling and joking even if their words had a bizarre kind of caustic air to them. 

“Ladies, ladies… there’s enough of me to go around,” I said. 

“Hey… ‘Me Tarzan, you Jane,” is all I expect to hear from you buddy,” she said, pointing her finger at me, “And let’s set up a codeword for when I find a boy to hook up with so you can flit off. How about ‘Banana’, okay?”

I nodded, “But only if you give me a safeword too. In case I need to come to your rescue.”

She rolled her eyes, doubtless annoyed at what she saw as me being overprotective. Nevertheless, she gave it some thought, “I’ll say something about swinging on a vine if I need you, okay?”

I nodded and let the girls put the finishing touches on my makeshift costume. We headed out around 8 o’clock, walking across campus to the apartment that the party was at. I had honestly expected something a little crazier. When I was in college there would have been 60 people crammed into a tiny little apartment. This couldn’t have been more than 50. In case my sarcasm wasn’t noticed, it was utter chaos. Wall-to-wall people. Hot coeds grinding up against each other. It was both heaven and hell all roled into one. 

Tennille immediately broke off from me to find some of her friends, leaving me to stand there with nothing really to do. So I watched... which wasn’t that unenjoyable as it turns out. College girls will take any excuse to dress up slutty for the night. College boys know this and will make any excuse to throw a costume party. This particular party was the “We made it two weeks” party. Perhaps the flimsiest excuse ever conceived. Nevertheless, people attended. The couch was occupied by three couples making out, not caring who they bumped into. The living room was now a makeshift dance floor where two guys danced with 8 girls. Everywhere you looked, there was tons of exposed flesh. My old college roommate would have considered this a “target rich environment”. I just thought it wasn’t my scene and I was reminded why I stopped attending them.

After about half an hour, I found myself getting bored so I walked over to the kitchen looking for a drink. I managed to find the guy making rum and coke and grabbed a can of cold, sugary soda when I felt a hand grab my ass. I jumped a bit in surprise and turned, Tennille was standing next to me looking all sweet and sexy. “You can go home and play with your banana alone,” she said with a crooked smirk. 

“You sure?”

“Yeah… I got two boys that are pretty good prospects,” she said shrugging her head towards two guys who were standing there with shit eating grins. Neither of them looked like ‘good’ should be a word used to describe them.

“Okay… well I found a friend of Louise’s that I’m talking to so I’ll be here a little longer if you need me,” I lied.

“Who?” 

I grabbed the guy making the rum and coke and said, “Timmy here. Right man?” I shook his shoulder, causing his Mr. Peanut top hat to fall off.

“Uh… yeah… me and Louise go way back,” he said, covering quickly for me. I gave him a thankful grin as he jauntily returned his top hat to its upright position.

“Whatever, thanks for being my Tarzan for the night,” she said and walked away.

“What was that man?” the kid asked.

“I just didn’t like the look of those two she’s talking to. Wanted to keep an eye on her a little longer.”

“Oh yeah… they’re assholes,” he said. “By the way, it’s Eezee by the way.”

“Easy?” I asked, confused.

“Eezee… Short for Ezra… I like Eezee better though,” he said.

“Yeah… Ezra’s kind of an old man’s name, I guess,” I said with a smile.

“Yeah… I’m already on the AARP mailing list,” he said and laughed. 

I talked to Eezee for awhile. I found out his dad had wanted him to go into divinity but he’d wanted to study evolutionary biology. They’d compromised and were sending him to school for medicine. Eezee seemed remarkably sanguine about it but struck me as a genuinely good kid. “How come you’re not trying to get hooked up?” I asked him at one point. “Lots of options here.”

He shrugged, “There’s a girl back home I’m interested in,” he said, looking out at the dance floor. I followed his gaze and saw some stacked blonde in a nurse’s costume bending over. 

“Her?” I asked.

“Huh? Uhhmm… no… just… well she’s got a great ass which kinda reminded me of… you know.”

I laughed and patted him on the shoulder, “You’re a good kid Eezee.” He smiled, I think just thankful to have a semi-sober person to talk to while he manned the booze.

We kept talking for about half an hour and I’d pretty much decided to leave when Eezee smacked my shoulder hard, “What the hell?” I asked, confused.

“That girl you came with… pretty sure one of those guys slipped something in her drink,” he said, pointing over my shoulder to where Tennille and one of the guys were standing. The guy saw Eezee gesture and shot him a dark look. That was enough for me. 

I walked over to Tennille just as she was about to take a sip of her beer. I grabbed her wrist and she looked up at me, “Hey, what’s your deal?”

“I think your ‘good’ friend here slipped a little pharmaceutical fun in your drink,” I said, looking the guy right in the eye. He was about an inch taller than me but a skinny little runt.

“What? He wouldn’t do that,” she said, turning to the young man. 

He tried to defend himself, “What? Everyone does it, baby. You were gonna sleep with me anyways.” Eezee was standing over my shoulder as we both watched this moron try to justify what he’d done, “Besides, if that fucking pussy hadn’t ratted me out you’d already be halfway to happy.” He jammed his finger over my shoulder, pointing at Eezee. 

Tennille just looked back and forth and said quietly, “I want to say something clever about Tarzan but I can’t so… you know… swing on a rope or something.”

I wrapped my hand around her waist and held her to me, “I think the lady would like to leave now.”

“Lady? This fucking cunt? She wanted the D,” he said, grabbing his crotch. “She wanted to go to pound town,” he said loudly to the room in general. “Bitch was practically giving it away.” I pulled Tennille behind me, keeping the increasingly aggressive man from lashing out at her. Better me than her, I figured. Unfortunately, his gaze turned on Eezee instead. “What a fucking cock block asshole you are, Eezee. You think you’re better than everyone just cause you give out some free beer? Fuck you,” he said and lunged at Eezee. It was like time froze for a second. His whole body was in profile to me with his outstretched arm reaching for Eezee’s face. Eezee was recoiling and already starting to fall backwards. A single, stationary moment. My reflexes kicked in and I stuck my foot out, tripping him forward and returning time to its normal rush. “What the fuck man. This is between me and Eezee you dick,” he said, getting back to his feet. 

I could tell he wasn’t going to stop. I heard Tennille whisper behind me, “Don’t fight him. I’m not worth it,” but I ignored her since the guy wasn’t going to stop coming. He reached out, scraping my face with his outstretched fingers. Of all the thoughts you’d think would run through my head, the one that did flit through in that moment was, “Damn… I wish Roland was here.” While that thought went through my brain, I was also wildly swinging. My fist connected with his stomach making a crunch. He dropped down, gasping for air, and Eezee and another guy instantly grabbed his arms and hauled him to the door.

I turned to Tennille who was shaking behind me, “You okay?”

She just nodded and pressed herself into me. “Can we leave?” she said quietly. Everyone around us was already going back to their party. A drunk getting into a fight wasn’t exactly unusual, I guess. We walked to the door, wary of leaving right away lest the would-be rapist was waiting outside for us. Eezee came back inside a couple minutes later and gave me the all-clear. 

“We handed him off to campus police,” he said.

“Thanks Eezee,” I said, offering him my hand.

He shook it firmly, “No man… thank you. He was gonna tear my face off.”

I walked Tennille out into the warm night and towards her dorm. About halfway there she seemed to gain some confidence back and gently shrugged my arm from around her shoulder but took my hand softly instead. “Can we go somewhere else. Get something to eat maybe?” she said softly.

“Sure. That would be fine,” I said. We walked in silence for a bit, her hand clutching mine tightly. I think the night’s events really shook her up. There was a Steak N’ Shake just off campus. Great shakes. Great fries. Pretty good burgers. Nice comfort food given what had transpired. 

As we sat with our food, Tennille wrapped her lips around the milkshake straw, taking in a sip and sighing as the cool, sugary liquid hit her mouth. “I don’t normally like sweet stuff but this tastes really good, right now,” she said quietly before taking another sip. She looked up at me through her eyelids and I smiled, “What?”

“You’re very pretty, Tennille,” I said earnestly. 

She blushed and took another sip, “No... I’m not.”

Now some girls when they say that are fishing for compliments. They want you to tell them how hot they are. To up your compliment game. But something about how she inflected the words struck me. She hit the word ‘No’ so hard and emphatically that it seemed so truthful. “Hey… listen to me,” I said, “You’re super hot. There’s a reason I’m out on a date with you.”

“Yeah, to get into my pants,” she said. 

It hurt. It hurt because it was mostly true. Having Louise set me up on a date with Tennille had been a fun, sexy game for my girlfriend and I but I’d been awfully cavalier with how Tennille might feel. “I deserve that,” I said, admitting the truth of her words, “But I’m not really a one night stand kind of guy, Tennille. I generally like to sleep only with girls that I like.”

She looked at me again, this time with a completely frozen expression. She could have played poker in Vegas. The silent seconds ticked on until she finally said, “I appreciate your honesty, Jay. What kinds of girls do you like?”

“Smart, kind… pretty,” I said, gesturing at her again. She shooed my hand away playfully as I continued. “Playful and open minded helps.”

“Slutty?” she asked with a quiet whisper.

I nodded and smiled, “It doesn’t hurt.”

“What else? What do all your women have in common, Jay?”

I swallowed and then gestured with my finger to lean forward. She did, and I lowered my mouth to her ear and very quietly whispered, “They’re submissive.” She blushed again then a little shiver went up her spine.

“You’re very interesting, Mr. Simpson,” she said. 

“Tell me about yourself, Tennille. Are you from here?”

“Born and raised,” she grinned.

“On the playground is where you spent most of your days?” I joked. She looked at me blankly and I rushed to clarify, “You know… from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air?”

“Wasn’t that what Will Smith got famous for?” she asked. 

Damn she was young. Or I was old. Before I could say anything else her lips split wide, “I’m just messing with you, old man.”

“That was mean,” I said but grinned back.

“Well, I’m either dumb and nice or smart and mean… which do you want?” she said.

“What about the other two?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a wry smirk. “But yes, I did play on playgrounds a lot. Went to school here. Then came to the U. I want to major in early childhood education… I know that’s cliche but I actually want to study it not teach it. To learn what makes kids tick and how to help them learn better.”

“That’s really neat. And very altruistic. It also would indicate that you’re both smart AND kind,” I said, stroking her hand with my fingers.

She looked up at me, seemed to say something then shut her mouth again. “You don’t have to keep trying. I’m going to fuck you tonight.”

I placed my hand firmly on hers and looked her in the eyes, “A. I’m not trying for any ulterior motive. B. You’re wrong. I’m going to fuck YOU tonight.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” she asked.

I sat back, slightly confused but perfectly willing to answer the very easy question, “Then we won’t.”

She leaned forward now, almost chasing after me like a dance across the restaurant table, “No. You misunderstand. What if I don’t want to. But maybe a very randy Jane wants her Tarzan?”

I smiled, “Would I drag you back to your room by your hair?”

Another shudder. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation before she opened them back up and said, “Maybe.”

“Would I manhandle you and leave your dress all ripped?”

“Definitely,” she whispered.

“Then we should hurry up with our shakes, shouldn’t we?”

She nodded, attacking her shake with renewed gusto. We kept chatting while gently stroking each other’s fingers. “It’s funny, but other than you and Louise, I haven’t really ‘dated’ many of the girls I’ve been with.”

“How many is that, by the way?”

“Uhmm… a lot… I really can’t remember. At least 20.”

“And your wife… and other wife… and girlfriend are all really fine with it.”

“It was my wife’s idea actually. The first weekend we got together she helped me seduce the other… uhmm… other wife. And she wants me to have more girls.”

“And presumably girlfriends and more wives even?”

I shrugged, “It’s her kink. It started out as a kink but it’s become a lot more than that. I love Carly more than anything in the world.”

“Even more than the other wife?” she asked, seemingly with genuine concern.

“No… not more than her. And truthfully, not more than Louise either. I love her as well. Very much.”

“What if one of them decided this wasn’t for them anymore?”

“They won’t,” I said emphatically.

“People change.”

“Not like this. Not about this. Carly and Kyrsten love each other. And they love Louise though that’s a little bit different since they haven’t known each other since childhood. I wouldn’t ever bring anyone else into that mix without buy-in from all of them.”

“But,” she started then shut her mouth again. 

“What? Ask the question,” I pushed.

“People get divorced all the time. You’ve created this sort of… web… where if two people eventually decide to get divorced it will tear the whole thing apart. What if Kyrsten and Carly have irreconcilable differences someday?”

“They won’t,” I said. My words and tone spoke confidence but Tennille was voicing the question I’d struggled with ever since all this started. It was a question that sometimes kept me up at night or occupied those dark recesses of my mind. But I did the same thing I did in those dark moments. I pictured Carly and the way she looked at me. I pictured Kyrsten and the way she looked at me. And then I pictured the way they looked at each other. Nothing in the world was a sure bet but I’d bet every penny I had that the three of us would be together forever.

Tennille looked at me in silence, “Sorry to spoil the mood,” she said quietly, her face showing embarrassed discomfort. 

“No… you asked and you deserved a real answer. It’s fine. And we don’t have to do anything tonight, you know that?”

She nodded and said quietly, “Thank you.”

We finished our milkshakes, making idle chit chat before walking back to her dorm. About halfway through the walk, she grabbed my hand again and leaned over to me. The warm Miami air made our state of relative undress reasonably comfortable. I wrapped my arm around her and she sighed quietly into my chest as we continued our stroll. “I can see why Louise likes you so much. You seem like a really nice guy, Jay.”

“Thanks. I can see why she thought we’d have fun together… We did have fun, right?”

“When I stopped being a bitch and giving you the cold shoulder? Yeah… yeah we did.”

“Well… me Tarzan, you Jane. Our destiny is be together?” I said doing my best Tarzan impression.

Tennille giggled then broke into a perfect posh british accent, “Oh Tarzan. I do like you. But how could I ever be with such a brute?”

I thumped my chest and snuffled angrily as I opened the door, “Jane not like Tarzan?”

She laughed again, “Oh I do. Very much, dear. And I owe you for protecting me tonight,” she said in a suddenly low, sultry tone. We stepped onto the elevator and she stepped closer to me, kissing me lightly on the chin. “Is there anything that my big, strong Tarzan savior wants that a lady like myself would be able to offer.”

“Kiss?” I said, maintaining the voice.

She kissed me again on the cheek, “Like that?”

“Kiss like this,” I said and grabbed her, pulling her closer to me. She shrieked girlishly as I lifted her feet into the air and kissed her hard. Her shriek died in her throat as our tongues wrestled against each other. Only four hours earlier, I’d had Louise in a similar place, I realized.

Finally she pushed against me, beating her palms against my chest lightly. I broke our kiss and she was still there in my arms, breathing hard and kicking her legs. “Oh, you brute! You brute! I am a lady!”

“Jane no like Tarzan?” I asked, trying my best to sound like a despondent, lonely, uneducated man. The elevator door opened and Tennille scampered down from me, pulling me by the hands down the hall and into her dorm room. The lights were dark with only a soft glow coming from Louise’s room. 

“Oh no, Tarzan. I like you very, very much. But a lady like myself has to maintain a certain… image in public,” she said as she coaxed me forward with her finger. I walked towards her and she backed against the wall, suddenly taking on the visage of a terrified, trapped prey animal. “But what I really want, Tarzan, is for you to take me. Do you know the word, ‘primal’”

I shook my head, “Me no know that word.”

“It means like an animal. I want you to do what you’ve seen animals do in nature to each other. Do you know what that is called?”

I took a step forward, planting my arms on either side of her with my face only inches from hers. “No,” I said simply. 

“Fucking, Tarzan. Fucking. Like your body wanted to do in the elevator. You understand?”

I nodded and the silence hung there for a moment. Suddenly, I reached up and gripped her hair, pulling her roughly as I practically drug her down the hall. Other than her initial moan at the gesture, she made no other sound, simply followed my lead as I flung her onto the bed. “Tarzan has need. Jane take care of need,” I said as I held her shoulders down to the bed with one hand while I undid my belt.

“Yes, Tarzan. Use me to sate your animal needs,” she said loudly. I knew she wanted Louise to hear. I knew Louise would want to hear. I pulled her skimpy skirt up, revealing the luscious pink hole in all its glistening glory. I thought about adding a little foreplay but then realized that, first of all, she was obviously ready but second, it’s not what a lusty Tarzan would do. He would simply  rut her like an animal. Just as she asked me to. So I used my thumbs to spread her open and pressed my cock into her moist slit. Sometimes, you press into a woman and it still takes a little bit of work to slide in. Not with Tennille. Not this night. Her cunt was dripping and she was completely ready to go. 

I pressed my cock in and it slid right in with no resistance. “Ohhhh… yesss… Tarzan. You feel so good,” she said. 

I was done with the roleplaying but clearly Tennille was not so I played along, “Jane like Tarzan?”

“Yessss… Jane LOVES Tarzan,” she said. 

“Jane make noise like she hurt,” I said, slamming back into her hard and eliciting a shout of joy.

“No, Tarzan isn’t hurting Jane. Tarzan is FUCKING Jane. Now do it hard and fast… just like the animals, Tarzan!” she beckoned. I complied with her requests, digging one hand into her small ass cheeks and gripping her hair hard, wrenching her back as I used her whole body to add leverage to my thrusts. Tennille’s words descended into nonsensical babbling as I increased the pace and power of my thrusts. 

I noticed the light shift in the room and looked over. Louise was standing their, silhouette by the dim glow of the hallway. She had on a tight white crop top and a tiny pair of lace panties as she leaned against the wall. She had one hand stroking her stomach and the other tracing her nipples through her shirt. I felt my cock harden as I realized my girlfriend was enjoying the show. I tried to distract myself, eager to make Tennille scream just as much as I wanted to give Louise a good visual.

I couldn’t see her face, but she must have sensed my intent. Her hand snaked up her shirt and her other down her panties as she started furiously strumming her clit. I smiled and blew her a kiss, eliciting a very soft giggle that I could barely hear over Tennille’s wailing. Returning my attention to the strumpet of the moment, I gave her ass a hard smack and growled. “Tarzan like Jane’s tight hole.”

“Oh. ohohoh.. Yes… oh,” she said. Her fingers were working underneath her and I could tell she was getting close. Suddenly, she started cumming and I increased my pace again, leaning over her as I savagely fucked her through her orgasm. “Fuck… fuckk…. Fuuuuuckckk!” she yelled. As she calmed down, I heard Louise have her own quiet orgasm behind me but I knew I wasn’t done.

“Jane happy?”

“Oh yes,” she said, face still buried in her pillow. “Jane very happy.”

“Good… now Jane make Tarzan happy?”

“What?” she asked but her question turned to an exclamation as I flipped her over and threw her legs over my shoulder. Before she could say anything else, I slammed my cock back into her, bottoming out inside her moist cunt and making her scream. “Oh FUCK!”

“Jane make hole tight? Like when Jane scream earlier?” I said, looking into her eyes. She widened them and smiled, clearly happy that I was still playing the game.

“That’s… oh god… called cumming Tarzan… and oh… fuck… yes… keep doing that… fuckyes… and I’ll cum again in no time… and be tight for you you big animal.”

“Tarzan like fucking Jane,” I said with a smirk as I redoubled my efforts to make her see stars. I started pounding into her harder and harder. She used her arms to pull me deeper with each thrust. We continued like that for several minutes until my arms started to grow tired. I leaned up, moving my arms from the bed to Tennille’s chest. Then, remember what she’d said when we started this little roleplay, I gripped the cheap corset and ripped it hard, tearing it right down the middle and causing the snaps to fly across the room.

“Ohh!” she yelled in surprise before looking up at me with smoldering eyes, “Yes, Tarzan… those are my tits. Squeeze them as you pound my tight cunt!” she yelled.

I did exactly that, digging my fingers into her, tighter with each thrust. She didn’t seem to care as I increased my grip and jack hammered her as fast as possible. This time when she came, I couldn’t hold back. I felt her cunt squeeze once around my cock and it sent me over the edge on the next thrust. I roared, feeling my own orgasm tip over the edge as I came what felt like a gallon. Tennille’s legs twitched as she descended first into orgasmic yells of “Yesfuckyes,” and then into giggling and then crying as she disentangled from me and curled into a little ball. My cum was leaking out of her as I glanced over at the door. Louise was gone, presumably back to her room, leaving me alone with her freshly fucked roommate. 

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded and sniffled, “Yeah.”

“Was it good?” I asked rhetorically.

She laughed, breaking her crying jag, and looked over at me, “So good… my wonderful Tarzan.”

“We can go back to being Jay and Tennille if you want,” I said.

She surprised me with a frown then a weird smile. “Only if you want.”

“I’d like that,” I said. I curled up next to her and we drifted off to sleep. What a bizarre night.