Leaving Home Chapter 3

Leaving Home
Chapter 3

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. Come on, let’s go in. I must write a script for your call to Marshall County this afternoon.”

“A what?”

“This is 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, Leandra, at work in the living room. “Hi, May,” I said as we entered the spacious room. “This is my friend, Jennie…Jennifer.” There is no time like the present for Jessie to assume her new identity.

“Hi, Missuh Doug…Miss Jennie. We just got each about a half hour ago,” she said with a massive 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 since I moved here ten months ago. I waved to Leandra 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 surprise you, but I thought it might be better to 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 14-point font and handed it to Jessie/Jennie once it was printed. She scanned it, then looked up, smiled, and reread it. “I like it, Doug. It makes sense, and I can't 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; she knew 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 making other preparations. With Jessie’s…oops, Jennie’s help, we had the table set in no time. I had eight buns, but I thought I might need more dogs. May and Le’andra could quickly put down three or four each, and I knew 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. About ten minutes later, the dogs were done, 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 a woman round head before.”

I thought Jennie would choke, so I rushed to her rescue. “It’s 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 everything 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 survived for over five years when you couldn’t get a job. You had to do a lot of unpleasant things, but you survived when many others would have died either by their 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 endure that again.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because starting this afternoon, you’ll have a new life. I’ll help you assemble it and 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. Tears were on her face when she finally pushed herself away.

“Meeting you is the best and luckiest thing ever happening 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 surprised when she ate four dogs, even though I only had two. We cleaned up the minimal mess—nothing more than paper plates, napkins, disposable plastic cups, and 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 Marshall County Administrative Building number.

I knew 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)

“…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 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 had carried me out of the house. He must have thought my mother was behind him because he hesitated before putting me down on the lawn and running back into the fire. The house collapsed, and he and my mother died.

“My grandparents brought me up, 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 sorry for all your troubles. Getting a new certificate is easy. You 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 or money order. They tell me to ask for that, 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 sorry you’ve had such a tough time, Dearie. I hope everything works out for you.)

“Thanks so much for your help. I 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. I checked my watch and saw we might have made 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 and then went to the local ACE Hardware. “Why are we going to a hardware store, Doug?”

“See the sign over there.” She looked at 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; it's only outgoing. It’s a lot quicker most times than driving 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, Ph.D., 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 from now.

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 massive 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 to 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 severe virus. I could reinstall the required files and programs to ensure server compatibility. 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. If we do make love, it will be because we want to, not because we feel obligated. I hate the thought of being owed sex. Ugghh! That 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 if 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 to get your health straightened out. It would be best if you were twenty pounds underweight. You need a driver’s license as an ID 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. She leaned in with her arms around my neck 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 misspoken, 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 lay 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’ll 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 undoubtedly 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 MIT, where I studied for my Ph.D. In one respect, I was a virgin. This was my first time with an ordinary woman. All I had to do was survive her frantic movements.

Jennie’s hunger surprised me. I knew she was grateful for what I’d done. I thought any human being would be, but her emotions—her desire and need—were overwhelming. She rose to meet my every thrust with energy and force equal to or exceeding mine. There was no way I would last very long at this pace, even though I tried desperately to hold it back. I finally let it go when Jennie whispered, “Give it to me. Come on…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 to 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. I’ll turn it on here, and we’ll have to wait a few seconds until the water is hot enough.” I set the thermostat to 104 degrees and opened the valve. We held hands together 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 clean 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 quickly have brought her into contact with one or more STDs. That would be addressed tomorrow morning with a complete set of blood tests. Dr. Whitney had always done a full battery on me; her analysis was 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 185 pounds. I usually go to Shallotte to Gold’s Gym two to three times a week. Once things settled down between us, I’d invite Jennie to join.

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 before 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 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 ended, but I stopped when Jennie commented, “Better than I thought it would be. Do you have any more?”

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

“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. I cut into the fat along the side to prevent shrinkage and rubbed 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 laughed.

Dinner was served fifteen minutes later, and the steak was delicious. The potatoes were done just right, and the salad was an excellent complement to the meal. To complete the dinner, I opened a Chianti Classico Vintage 2008 bottle. “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.”

“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 notepad and told her, “Practice your new signature—Jennifer Marie Townsend. You’ll have to print it tomorrow morning and complete some forms. The more you do it now, the easier it will be.” I kissed her again and went to tackle the dishes. It was no big deal. I’d been single 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 she had written her new signature in three 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 on 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 entangled in my hair while the other had a firm grip on my cock. We rolled around on the bed for over 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. It was a 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, her body wracked with spasms. It was the most powerful and the most prolonged 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 then asked myself why I agreed to get up after we were done. I was done. I had no energy at all.

We lay there for 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 …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, and then Jennie used the special shampoo again 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 and fell 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, and this was the first time I’d ever actually slept with a woman. I loved it.

NEXT: Jennie moves in. I have made some critical changes.


To be continued