Chapter 9: I’m Not The Joke

Morning came and I just wanted Jemima to be gone. I told mother that I wouldn’t be down for breakfast, as I didn’t feel well, instead I decided to take a long cold shower.

I stayed under the freezing water for ages until I had no feeling in my feet, as I got out I heard a knock at the door, then came a whisper “Kevin, Kevin open up it’s me Jemima”.

I opened the door and Jemima pushed past me locking it quickly.

“I’m sorry for what I said last night Kevin, it was cruel of me, please forgive me” she looked at me and smiled, “I just wanted you so bad and when you rejected me it hurt, I’m so sorry”.

I looked at her standing there, she thought I didn’t want her?

“But Jemima I didn’t reject you, it’s just I don’t want any accidents” I said holding her close.

Suddenly I felt proud instead of mad about the decision I’d made, I felt as though I’d grown up, I wasn’t a mummies boy any more, I was an adult, able to make my own choices.

Jemima kissed my cheek and whispered “Kevin, thank you”.

But before long she’d slid down onto her knees and was ripping my towel off giving me the most amazing blowjob ever.

She looked up at me with a wicked glint in her good eye and said “Last night when I felt the size of your cock, I just had to have it”.

I stood leaning back gripping the sink as this beautiful small-mouthed girl sucked my nob like there was no tomorrow. Within minutes Elvis had shot his load and Jemima was lapping it up like an insatiable, starving cat licking cream.

I held on to her head for dear life, I couldn’t believe how much Jemima had changed, Oh my god how she’d changed. How did such a sweet girl know how to give such wonderful fricking head I asked myself?

Before I could get my breath Jemima had left the bathroom and I heard mother shouting up the stairs, “Kevin I’m taking Jemima to the bus station, look after your father”.

Jemima was gone and I was left with some very strange feelings for her. I wanted to be Jemima´s first, I wanted her to be my first. With a heavy heart I sat on my bed, I picked up my duvet and smelt it, hoping that I would be able to smell Jemima on it.

I couldn’t bring myself to get dressed or do anything that day, even though I’d planned to get my motorbike sorted out, it didn’t seem so important. I think I was in love, but then again maybe I was just in lust. Two days later I received an email from Jemima, it read:

Dear Kevin,

I had a lovely time with you, shame we didn’t get to fuck, maybe next time I read the email you sent to Jack. I wanted to help you out. You are a great guy and some day you will find a girl who would love to go out with you, especially when you eat pussy as good as you do. Don’t give up and get some more fucking condoms you big dork.

Luv J.

My heart sank, she wasn’t as sweet and innocent as I thought, I suppose the amazing blowjob should have given it away.

I sighed and turned my computer off, I still never understood this whole sex thing. I wanted Jemima to come back, I wanted to talk to her.

I had so many questions I needed to ask her, I wanted to get to know her.

Most of all I wanted to know why she always wore that fucking condom coat.