Quickies in Love

Jeanne walked along the small stretch of beach, then climbed the sand bank back to her car. she had thought she was going to fall asleep if she had stayed in the car and continued driving the way she had. She wanted a new start but the problem was, she wasn't entirely sure where the new start would be or how much it would cost or how she was going to come by it.

She had packed all her things and left Jack at the alter. How could she marry a man who showed up at his own wedding in a pink and purple tuxedo, scratching is ass and flicking gun signs at women in the pew as he passed them? when had she sunk so low? Feeling sick again, she hunched over her steering wheel and took in some deep breaths. There had to be something, or somewhere. Maybe she could be a nanny..Her friend Agusta was a nanny and she made good money...Then again Agusta went to university. She frowned and started the engine again then pulled out into the traffic, "Where am I anyways?"

The service station was a good job, but it really wasn't much of a fun. Being the only licensed mechanic in the small town meant James had made some good money, but no where around here to spend it. The town was no more than a wide spot in the road, only a thousand people lived in the town and they were spread out a long way. The closest large city wasn't for miles and he never had any reason to go.

James had just parked the wrecker after fixing an old lady's tire out on the highway and was making his way back to the small two bay service area when he looked up the road for about the millionth time. He often stared out there, wondering what was headed his way, but it never seemed to be anything different than the day before. For James, tomorrow never came.

Running a hand through his sandy blonde hair, he went in and sat down at the desk. The bays were empty and about the only thing to do was to relax for a little while.

Jeanne pulled into the gas station and dusted her cheese covered hand across the left thigh of her tattered jeans. The old town looked like something out of a western. She smiled as she stepped barefooted out of the car and walked up to one of the gas bay to check on the gas price. "Hrm," she said thoughtfully then walked back to check her purse.

The sound of a car brought James out of his almost restful slumber. Opening his eyes, he looked out the window to a a very good looking derriere sticking out of a car door. Only took him about two seconds to make up his mind and James was headed over to the car. Full service you know.

She pulled out thirty dollars and bit her lower lips as she thought about whether or not to buy that much gas or just to stick around the small town. She was sure they had to have something relatively cheap for renting. She looked down the street as a bag blew in the wind and she arched a brow at it then stood up. She jerked around when she heard footsteps behind her.

James smiled as he walked up to the woman driving the late model foreign car. "Afternoon Miss, can I fill ya' up?" The freudian slip wasn't lost on James after he said it, but refrained from saying anything for fear of making it look like he meant it.

"Ah," Jeanne looked at her bare toes then the money in her hand, "Thirty dollars worth please," she spoke being careful to hide her accent.

"All right." James went over to the pump and clicked it on. Pushing the hose into the receptacle in the car, he took in the view of the woman as she looked around the area. She was definitely a looker, even though she didn't appear to be wearing any makeup. "Want me to check under the hood?"

"Ah no thanks," she smiled at him and looked around again, "It sure is quiet around here...Do you know if there is anywhere I can rent that is affordable?"

"Well, the only motel closed last year. There are a couple places that are for rent though, a couple houses, a few apartments. How long you looking to stay?" James thought about his friend's place that was for rent, it might work for the woman, if she was looking to be around for a week or so.

"I don't know," Jeanne spoke truthfully as she walked around to the other side of her car for her sandals. She slipped them on, "I might stay on as well as I may not but I would give appropriate notice before leaving."

"Well, I know someone who will be pretty willing to have someone rent his place. It's a smallish one bedroom, but it's nice. Been vacant for a few months. If you are interested, I'll take you over there."

Handing him the money she nodded, "Why not. I'm Jeanne Salazar."

James put the money in his pocket with the small roll he had there already. "I'm James Brody. Good to meet you Miss Salazar."

"What time do you get off work?" she asked motioning to the building, "I do not want to take you from your job. I can always come back later."

Glancing at his watch, James looked around. "Give me a minute to call someone and I'll be right with you." The man that worked the next shift at the gas station wasn't due in for an hour, but James was sure he'd come in early, he just lived down the road.

He was gone before she could think of an objection. She shook her head, "Strange male," she muttered as she stuck her head back into the car to try and find that bag of pretzels she had taken from Agusta. She looked around in the bag, then under the seat but it wasn't there. She popped the trunk and found the bag of salty snack on top of her suitcase, "There you are," she giggled as she picked it up and slammed the trunk shut then popped the bag open. Walking around the car, she hopped onto the hood, rested her back against the windshield and crossed her ankles. She began munching on pretzels as she waited.

James made a quick call and Charlie was on his way. The man must have need the money because as James made his way out of the office, he could see Charlie making his lay down the road. "Alright, Charlie will be here in a few minutes. Where you from Miss Salazar?pretzels"

She offered the back of snacks to him, "Long Island," she said simply.

Charlie walked up, "here you are man." James tossed him the keys to the station. "I should be back later, if not, see you tomorrow." Charlie smiled and walked inside. "I'm all yours, Miss Salazar," James said turning to the young woman.

Jeanne hopped off the car and walked around the driver's side. Pulling off her sandals she dropped them in through the back window of the car then the half eaten back of snacks followed them, "You driving with me or are you going to lead me?"

"I can go with you I guess. I walked to work today. Um.. if that is ok with you."

"Hop in,"she called as she was already half into the car. She pulled her leg in and her barefoot hit the gas. She lifted it and turned on the ignition, "seat belt," she said in a sing song voice with a smile.

James looked at the car and then at his greasy uniform shirt. Shrugging, he unbuttoned it and stripped it off before climbing in the car. Dropping it on his lap, he reached over and pulled on the belt. "Nice car by the way. Go up to Linden street, then turn right."

She watched as he removed his shirt and swallowed a lump in her throat. ~Wow~ her head screamed but she tore her eyes away and looked straight ahead, "Linden street and turned right," she said like a child trying to remember the shopping list. "Ah where is Linden street?"

"Just ahead, right after the donut shop."

She wiggled her toes before she started driving. She looked both ways even though she hadn't seen another car since she had arrived except for Charlie's. She whistled happily as she drove past the donut shop that had two sherif's car in the parking lot, "well at least you know where they are," she muttered before seeing the sign for Linden street. She made the right, "Now what?" she asked then began whistling again.

James gestured ahead of him with his hand, "just up on the right, next block. It's the small light blue house with the weird metal shutters on the windows." The house was a box with two windows per side that stood next to a half dozen others on the house that looked pretty much the same except for the color and window shades. The houses, left over from the mining days that had formed the town, had been remodeled several times until they were in their current, if still dated, state.

Pulling up, she stopped the car and eyed the house, "Looks comfy," she said bouncing in her seat. She turned her back to the front of the car, kneeling on the seat to look for her sandals. Finding them she turned back, sat down and slipped them on. "So who lives here?"

As she climbed into the seat, James couldn't help but glance over. Her low cut shirt opened a little and he got more than an eye full of a full set of breasts covered by a thin bra. He felt a slight tingling below his belt at the sight. Before she climbed back, he averted his eyes back to the house. "No one lives here right now. I have a friend who is trying to rent it. He'll be happy to have found a renter."

"well it depends on how much he wants for it," Jeanne spoke seriously, "And if its furnished, and what state its in..."

"Alright," she said with a smile. Her head couldn't get over the fact that he was shirtless, in her car...and those eyes. She had a bright smile on her face just thinking of those eyes looking down at her... she looked up as she heard him speak...

"Alright then, let's go." James climbed out of the car and threw his shirt over his shoulder before going around to help Jeanne out of the car.

She took his hand and a shiver went down her spine, "t-thank you," she swallowed then pulled her hand back as though he had the plague.

"Um... sorry," James stuttered before turning to the house. As he walked up, he turned the doorknob and it swung open easily. Turning, he saw the look of confusion on Jeanne's face. "We seldom lock doors around here."


"Ah," she nodded as she walked in with him. Inside was prettier than outside, "This is amazing!" she beamed as she looked around. She walked away from him and down the hall. She pushed a door and a small but nice bedroom opened up in front of her. She smiled.

"It' won't win on 'Extreme Houses', but they used to cram a dozen miners in a family into these houses. I think it'll handle one or two just fine." James walked up behind Jeanne. "It's a new bed. Only a double, but that's about all the room would take."

She jumped and blushed as she heard him right behind her but she didn't turn around. She walked into the room and fell on the bed. She bounced a few times then stood up again, "I'll take it," she grinned, "This will be perfect!"

She fiddled with the check book in her tattered jeans pocket.

James felt a warm feeling deep in his chest as he watched her bounce on the bed. Walking up to her after she stood, he reached out and touched her hand. "Don't worry about the money right yet. You'll have plenty of time to pay."

"I'm not worried," she said softly looking down to where his hand was touching her, "Not in the least..."

"Good," he said as he reached his hand up and brushed her soft cheek with his well worked hands. "Because you are too beautiful to have to worry about anything."

Jeanne pressed her face against his hand and could feel her cheek heating up, "Thank you," she shivered and stepped back a little to hide her cheeks by looking out the window.

James took another step towards her, bringing himself within inches of the back of her. He could feel the warmth of her body against his bare chest. The scent of Jasmine, or was it Jasper, invaded his nose. He didn't know why he didn't smell it before now. "I hope you will be staying for a while. My friend wouldn't want to rent if he knew you'd be gone in the morning."

She swallowed nervously, "I'm staying," she whispered. For some reason him being so near. His heat seeping through her thin top. She moved back a little just so she would be resting against his chest. She turned around to look up into his face. Those eyes. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Good," he whispered as he looked at her face. The gentle contours of her face made him breathe a little deeper than a moment ago. He felt himself being drawn to her. Slowly, he lowered his lips to her neck and kissed it gently, barely touching her skin as his hands came up and he touched her sides gently, holding her close to him.

She tilted her head to give him better access. She let her arms stay at her side trying to wrap her brain about what was happening. It felt good, hot... She lifted one arm and braced it against his chest, then brought the other up to place it on one of his arms. "James," she sighed.

He gently held her against him as his lips found the spot that made her shutter and he kissed and caressed the area with his lips. The world seemed to slow as all he cared about was giving this woman the pleasure she seemed to be wanting, longing. Hands began to roam over her stomach as he continued kissing her neck and shoulders.

She shivered against him. It was as though she was melting under his lips. She pushed each bit of skin she could up to his lips and cherished each kiss. Her head told her to push him away but another part of her told her it was her turn to be happy. She wrapped her arms around his waist, bent her knees and met his lips with hers.

James was a little taken aback, but he recovered quickly, responding as her tongue plunged into his mouth. He loved the feel of her arms around him and he leaned forward into her arms. His hands ran up under her shirt, feeling the soft heat of her skin. He could feel himself falling for this exotic woman from a strange land across the country.

Her back hit the wall. A grunt left her mouth but she didn't care. His hands were bringing heat. Her knees were weak. She slowly began falling so she wrapped arms tighter around, "I'm falling..." she whispered as she pulled her lips away from him to steady her breathing.

It felt like his own breath was taken from him as she pulled away from his lips. "Are you ok?" he whispered, sounding like he hadn't breathed for a week.

"falling," she whispered again, "Y-yes, I'm fine...I've never... I think I'm burning up!" she couldn't keep her mind on one thought. He was touching her was the only thing she could think of.

James wrapped his strong hands at her waist and lifted. Automatically she wrapped her legs around his waist and James turned, laying her down on the bed. Her face with her hair spread out on the bed was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

She smiled up at him and waited for him to come to her. She didn't know what she was doing but it felt great. He was gentle with her, far more gentle than...sadness clouded her eyes and she looked away

Laying his weight on her, James looked at her eyes as they welled up and she looked away. He thought he was doing something wrong, something she didn't like, but that wasn't the look he saw. She was in pain, a pain of relationships past. Trying to make her feel good, he lowered his head to her and gave her a very gentle, very loving kiss on he cheek before wrapping his arms around her and holding her for a moment.

The tears she was trying to hide toppled over and down her cheeks because of his loving hold on her. She pressed into him wrapping her legs around him. "you're," she started but the tears would let her speak..

Pressing his cheek to hers, he held her against his chest. He wanted to say something, anything that would make her feel good, to take her away from her pain. Instead, he just held her and hoped it would be enough.

Jeanne moved her mouth against the side of his face. Causing her breath to wash over him. She pushed her body up to his then dropped small kisses along the side of his face. She ran her hand down his back, "James?"

"Yes?" he whispered as he held her.

"I'm ready," she whispered with a smile.

He responded with a simple kiss on her cheek before sliding down her chest until he was level with her ample chest. Taking each of the soft globes in his hands, he caressed them through her thin clothing. As he continued to massage Jeanne, he listened for what made her happy. The small noises she made would be guide.

Her head pressed back into the pillow as her back arched off the bed as much as she could with his weight on her. She closed her eyes and felt like flying. She covered his hands with hers and moved them to where she wanted them. Squeezed where she wanted, caress where she wanted. She purred slightly.

James closed his eyes, letting his hands and lips lead him where he need to go. Her shirt came off remarkably easy and her bra soon followed. With her breasts exposed, James's tongue found its' mark.

Her breath caught her her throat and all she could get out was a groan. She dug her fingers into his hair and pressed down. She tried saying his name but couldn't. She was amazed, stunned, his love making seem to be all about what would make her happy, what would make her feel good. She felt kind of guilty by that. She sighed contently and began stroking his back, then down his sides.

He felt like he were immersed in a river of pure pleasure, his only purpose in life was to drink in all that he could before it drowned him. He slowly moved down until he came to her jeans. He hadn't even gotten to the button when she raised her hips off the bed. With one gentle motion, he pulled off both her pants and panties. Her scent was intoxicating, so much so that he just paused and looked at her. She seemed so content, lying there naked and waiting for him. For HIM. "You truly are beautiful."

Blushing, she smiled up at him while her hand kept moving over over his hot, toned skin. She hooked her heels into the bed and rolled them over so that he was under her. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his chin then began moving slowly down his body. Leaving wet trails behind her tongue and lips.

It was James's turn to be in ecstasy as he laid there and let Jeanne hover over him. She was a picture of beauty and he felt a little self conscious that she was with him. A shutter ran down his spine as she touched his collarbone with her tongue.

Tossing her hair to one shoulder, she ran a tongue over his collar bone then moved it over his nipple. She flicked it a few times before moving to the next. She moved her mouth down his stomach, placed kisses against his navel then looked down at him, "You're a fool Jason Brody," she whispered, "you're the beautiful one." she then covered his lips with hers.

The sensations running through him weren't like anything he had felt before, eyes half open, his other senses becoming more important as his tongue worked with hers to arouse each other even more. Reaching up, James ran a hand up her creamy thigh and across her pelvis until he was cupping the mound between her legs in his hand. The small patch of fur tickled the palm of his hand as his fingers slowly became wet with her nectar as they parted the folds of her womanhood. With his other hand, James took one of those wonderful breasts and brought it towards his mouth.

A sound escaped her mouth as she laid powerless in his arms. "are you.." she wanted to ask him something, she knew it but what was it? She lifted her back as she felt an orgasm building. It was coming up her legs, the base of her spine, the tips of her fingers, her toes...Closing her eyes, shoving her chest forward, she cried out as his finger sank deeper into her. She convulsed around the the finger then collapsed against him, "more," she whispered.

A smile came to his lips as James took her nipple into his mouth, rolling the now excited point over his tongue. As she sank against him, his two middle fingers sank deeper inside of her and he could feel the walls around his fingers flex and spasm as he carried her through her orgasm. With his palm, he pressed against her nub as he rubbed her clit in small circular motions. Slowly he felt her respond as she regained her breath, and he added a third finger to the other two, stretching her now tightened and sensitive tunnel to accept the loving invader.

She smiled loving up at him with her eyes closed, "this is amazing," she breathed out as she lifted a hand to rest against his chest. She moved a finger tip across one of his nipples then began rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. She pressed a kiss against his shoulder and spread her legs wider.

He looked up at her and flinched, not really used to someone playing with his nipples, but his hands were too busy to do anything about it. As she parted her legs, she slid down farther on him and James felt his hand become wet as she showed him just how much she was enjoying the attention he was giving her. Releasing her breast that he was holding, he reached down and with one hand, opened his pants and pulled out his member. Before she could do anything, he lifted her and removed his fingers as he positioned her over his organ.

She wiggled her waist against him hoping he could see how much she wanted this. She hooked her legs around his, then pressed down against him.

James let out a low moan as he let her slowly descend onto him. His member easily passed her very lubricated walls and he could almost feel her bottom out on him. His ears barely detected the high pitch, yet quiet, squeal she let out as she pressed herself down onto him. After letter her get used to the feeling for a moment, he gently began moving himself back and forth inside of her.

Jeanne braced both hands against his chest as she began to ride him slowly. Each time she went down on him she felt as though he was completely a part of her. She groaned then a satisfied sound left her as she began to move her hips faster. She lay forward, flat against his chest, daring him to hold her.

He wrapped his arms around her and with a motion, rolled over and brought himself on top of her, taking over the motions to keep them together. With each thrust, he felt her becoming more a part of him, deeper than plain lust, something more, something wonderful. Slowly he felt his urgency build and he worked faster, more intense as he felt himself tighten as his fulfillment approached.

She cried out against him as she wrapped an arm around him. Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Her heart thumping against her chest and fireworks went off behind her eye lids. She felt her muscles closing around James and her body kept on trembling,.

James felt her climax and she pulled him deeper inside of her as she came. A horse yell escaped his lips as he felt his own climax coming. He desperately wanted to pull out. He didn't even know if she was on the pill, but she was locked tight and something animalistic made him press deep into her, pushing her into the bed until he thought this dick had to have been all the way into her womb. As his body shuttered, he felt his seed spill into her, filling him with a sense of guilt, but his body betraying his desire to do anything about it.

Jeanne slumped against the bed with James heavily against her. She closed her eyes with a satisfied smile on her lips. She was deliciously tired and she wouldn't have traded it for anything. She sighed contently, "Thank you James," she whispered as she slipped off into dreams.

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips before sliding next to her on the bed. Words flooded through his mind, things that he should say, things he shouldn't, but they were lost as he opened his eyes and saw her freshly satisfied form, and instead took her in his arms and closed his eyes.