His thrusts got quicker, and after just a total time of about a minute of sucking his cock, she felt the warm burst of his yummy cum fill her mouth. She whimpered, swallowing thickly as he burst a second time and then a third in her mouth, a towel crumbled up in his hand to stifle his moan.
She giggled, slurping and swallowing one last time, then standing up to return to the shower. “You didn’t say you wanted to finish, silly,” she said.
He smiled. “Well, your blowjobs are one of a kind and it’s been too long. Donna can get me goin’ again.”
She smirked. “Mmmhmm,” she said, waving as he grinned at her. She rolled her tongue around her lips and mouth, playing with the remnants of cum before she would sadly have to swallow it down.
He turned from watching, then went and opening the door after drying off quickly. Pausing just before he opened it, he farted, loud enough for her to hear.
“God, now it stinks in here,” she yelled.
Still, she was always happy to help him out, but had found that he didn’t often need a blowjob. It had been maybe six or seven times that she’d given him one, and every time it had been in the morning when she’d made them breakfast. Most of the time, John was content to finger her or eat her pussy until she had the orgasm.
She realized then that he’d never actually initiated the blowjobs, and it had, in fact, been her that had dropped to her knees without question. Dexter would definitely have been glad to know that John wasn’t crossing any boundaries and forcing her to do things. She smiled, still tasting the yummy glop in her mouth as she ran her tongue around in it.
Giggling to herself, she finally swallowed, then rinsed her mouth out and got out to finish getting dressed. A little later, they left for dinner, and she looked over to admire her handsome boyfriend.
“I can’t believe he went and took a shit while you were showering,” Dex said, reaching for her hand. “He’s such a fuckin’ jackass.”
She giggled, not bothering to mention the blowjob. Dexter definitely wanted honesty, but she knew it wasn’t a big deal about giving head where John was concerned. She knew he didn’t care too much about that anymore, and figured she’d tell him later if it came up, not that she expected it to.
“He totally is,” she agreed. “So where are you taking me? Strip club?”
He smirked, looking over. “You don’t want to just go back and have sex at your place? I mean, I’m happy to take you to a titty bar.”
She giggled. “I’ve never been to one, but I also have not had any dick in like… 24 hours.”
“Oh lord, not that!” he said, looking scared for a moment. She flipped him off and scowled at him for a second. Figuring that she could probably fool him for a bit of a joke, she looked away and didn’t say anything for a few minutes.
Eventually he looked back over and re-initiated the conversation. “Honey, I’m happy to take you to a strip club. I was just kidding.”
She giggled and turned, grinning at him. “You’re so easy to fool,” she said.
Smirking, he shook his head. “Meany.”
She smiled and nodded. “Seriously though, if you want to, we can, but I’d much rather just go home after dinner and fuck you. Besides, we’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow and it’s been a long week. If we plan for it in advance, we could go with Donna and John, or Erin and Alec, or all of them!”
He smiled back at her finally, and she relaxed.
They chose a nice Italian restaurant and ate dinner, talking quietly about their weekend plans and what the park was going to be like. Jessie kept her flirting with the waiter to an absolute minimum, focusing on being affectionate with Dex instead.
Afterward, Dexter paid the bill and they drove back over to his house to check on his dad. He told her that he was going to drive around a bit, and maybe get gas, and that she should text him if she needed him.
She smiled. “Okay. I’ll check on Papa and let you know what we come up with.”
Leaning over to kiss her, he flashed her his charmingly cute smile. “Ugh, you’re so fucking handsome,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“You make that sound like a bad thing,” he said, frowning playfully.
“God, it’s just awful,” she said, giggling and winking at him. “I’ll see you in a bit,” she said.
“Bye, behave!” he joked.
She hopped out and nodded, then turned and went inside. Don was sitting at his customary spot on the couch and looked up.
“Spitfire!” he said smiling and standing.
She giggled. “Hi Papa!” she replied, going over and wrapping him in a hug. “Dex is running to do something real quick and I figured I’d come in and say hi,” she said.
He gestured to the couch for her to sit and joined her. For the first few minutes, she kept the conversation normal, not straying into the dangerous waters until she was sure that he was comfortable.
“So, Dex is just running an errand?” he asked, changing the subject from their jobs.
She nodded. “Well, honestly, I wanted to see how the dating scene was going and he figured that you might open up to me more than him.”
He sighed but flashed her an obviously forced smile. “I guess it’s pretty obvious.”
As Dexter had said, it was obvious from the way his face looked that he was sad, and that nothing was seeming to go right in that realm of his life. She put an arm on his shoulder and listened. He talked about several of the dates that he’d been on and some of the weirdos he’d met.
“These women that I’m running into are just… delusional,” he said. “Six foot five guys that own ranches don’t need any help finding a date.”
She nodded. “Yeah, women can be way too picky when it comes to those things. We might need to take a look at the profile and see what we can change. Maybe we need to look for some younger women instead of those your age and above?”
He shrugged. “I’m guessing my son has picked up that I’m not happy?” he asked.
She smiled, nodding.
“Well, to tell you the truth, part of me has been wanting to ask if I could… well… borrow you again,” he admitted. “But, that’s just the pent up part of me talking. I’m gonna be just fine.”