Jenna's Big Finish Page 2

  After class, Jim caught my eye and we went back down to his office.

  “I like the outline,” he said. “Especially the observations you put in bold. That’s very helpful. Maybe it will catch her eye. And maybe she’ll even comment on it.”

  “How likely is that?”

  He looked at me and I felt my buttons and zippers and hooks melting like ice cream.

  “Well, if it were me, I’d say you took your work seriously and were thinking about it and trying to get even better. Allison, I don’t know.”

  “Maybe that’s why I’m here and she isn’t…”

  “I’m glad you’re here…”

  I stood up and was about to walk over and kiss him when his phone rang. We both jumped. He answered it and when he rolled his eyes, I knew he was going to be stuck for a while and let myself out.

  Saved by the bell, but I was so horny walking back to the dorm that I thought I heard my little pleasure box squeaking with every step.

  I definitely needed to do more research.

  Chapter 3

  Two weeks later, three hundred people jammed the lecture hall at the far end of the library, set up for PowerPoint and projections and all sorts of high-tech shit. Most of the audience was women and the guys they dragged with them, and the chair of the English department and Jim Ripton wore sport coats and ties while they sat on chairs next to Allison Thrasher.

  I’d seen her picture and read all her books, but until I saw her in person, I didn’t realize that she was almost as tall as Jim, nearly six feet, almost a head taller than me. She had wide shoulders, too, like she did weights, and her eyes looked like she was memorizing every face and voice in the room so she could use them in her next book. She wore a black silk tee and black pleated slacks that made her look like an Amazon Ninja, and a blazer I loved, sort of patchwork earth tones like a blanket. It picked up the chestnut highlights in her hair, which she wore in funky spikes that made her look seriously punk.

  The English chair, who had the charisma of a glass of water, spoke briefly, then turned the lectern over to Jim while most of us were still awake. He looked back at Allison before he spoke and I saw her look back at him like there was more of a connection there than he’d let on before.

  “Allison Thrasher and I met at Columbia in our MFA classes,” he said. “She was easily the best writer there and we all knew it. She was working on her first novel her senior year and most of us had a pool going about how long she’d need to sell it when she sent it out. My own novel went out about the same time and was published three months before hers, to rousing waves of apathy.”

  He paused long enough to get a few polite laughs. Allison gave him a smile that made her look like the life of the party.

  “Actually,” Jim went on,” Allison’s book would have sold long before mine, but three publishers got into a bidding war and her agent got her a terrific deal. Otherwise, hers would have appeared first.”

  He summarized her awards and introduced her. She rose and flowed to the platform as smoothly as a puff of smoke in a light breeze, and I realized she wore black to camouflage an astonishing body. Her face was pretty, not beautiful, but her body belonged on a marble pedestal.

  “Thank you,” she said. Her voice was higher-pitched than I expected, but every syllable was crisp. She spent about half an hour reading from a few of her works, all of which I recognized, and her voice was perfect. It matched her words like they were tailored for each other, which isn’t always the case. I know great writers who can’t read very well, but she was terrific.

  She stopped and took questions. She got the usual “where do you get your ideas” and “how many hours a day do you write” and all the process stuff she’d probably heard a thousand times before, but she made every question sound new, like she’d never heard it before. And she kept things moving along.

  Finally, Jim stepped up to the mic again.

  “We need to cut this off now,” he said. With astonishment, I realized we’d been there nearly two hours. “If anyone wants Ms. Thrasher to sign the books you purchased, line up on the right and we’ll get to that in a minute.”

  He turned to the woman, sinking to the chair again.

  “Allison, thank you very much for coming. I’m sure everyone here has something special to take away from this night.”

  “Sort of like the senior prom, right?” She grinned mischievously and we all laughed.

  I watched the line snake past the table and Jim eased over to me.

  “Allison has looked at your stories,” he said. “She and I are going out for drinks after this is over. Want to join us and maybe talk a little shop?”

  Do clowns have red noses? I felt my pulse jump and I managed to nod without screaming and doing a happy dance. It was a Saturday, so no classes tomorrow. I could have a glass of wine and listen to real writers talk about real writing…or, at least, mine.

  Chapter 4

  Half an hour later, Jim held his car door and I slid into the back seat while Allison took shotgun. Fifteen minutes later, we sat in a booth at her hotel’s bar. It was late enough so only a handful of couples filled tables, and the light was low and the conversation was a fuzzy hum, almost subliminal. The server looked at my driver’s license and college ID, and brought me a glass of wine. Jim ordered scotch and Allison ordered bourbon, which surprised me.

  “I always think of bourbon as a guy’s drink,” I blurted.

  “I like to shatter expectations,” she said. When she winked at me, I felt like part of the conspiracy and my heart beat even faster. She and Jim talked shop and old friends and acquaintances for about twenty minutes, then Allison looked at me.

  “You’re here to talk about your writing, so let’s blow this joint and go to my room.”

  We finished our drinks and I followed her to the elevator. Her hand brushed Jim’s and I felt like the kid sister my brother had to drag along because Mom and Dad couldn’t find a sitter. I thought Jim was hot and I’d visualized having sex with him a few days before, but now I saw him with a grown-up and saw what a silly fantasy it was. I’d had sex before, with boys my age, but he was a man, so far out of my league it was like watching a movie from the back row.

  When we reached Allison’s room, she hung our coats and her jacket in the closet and kicked off her shoes, then sat cross-legged on the bed.

  “Jenna, right? Come on over here next to me. We can look at this stuff together. Before you leave, I’ll have to get your email so we can keep up.”

  “That would be…” I stopped myself before I became a babbling fan-girl. I kicked off my shoes and sat on the bed next to her while she opened her tablet and Jim slid into a chair in the corner. I opened my phone to record everything because I knew there was no way in hell I’d be able to write it all down, much less remember it.

  “OK,” Allison said. “You’re the girl who doesn’t finish, right?”

  I put my hands over my face and almost folded into a fetal little ball. Allison’s hand touched my shoulder and pulled me upright again.

  “Kidding,” she said. “I like your premise a lot, and I’m impressed with some of the comments you put in bold. I especially like your wondering about your protagonist, whether she should be handicapped in some way. That’s an intriguing idea. If you decide to go that way, maybe you need to make her mother more important, show how she relates to the handicap, too, and how that connections helps define both of them.”

  I nodded. Yeah, the mother was still pretty vague to me, and something she had to deal with could help.

  “Your characters are intriguing,” Allison went on. “You stay away from stereotypes, and I like the way you turn some of them on their head, like the homely cousin who sleeps with all the pretty girls because he’s funny and smart.”

  “Should I do more with him?” I asked. I didn’t want to tell her he was inspired by my first boyfriend, who talked his way into my pants when I’d just turned sixteen.

  “I’m not sure,” she said. “He migh
t over-balance your plot if you give him too big a role. Remember, Iris is your main character. Does her name have any significance? I know it’s a flower, but beyond that?”

  “Well, she’s going to be deflowered by the end of the story,” I said. My face felt hot. “I hadn’t really thought beyond that yet.”

  She nodded. “Have we met the character who will take her virginity?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think I’ve introduced him yet. I only have seventy or eight pages written, and…”

  “You don’t outline, right? Jim told me that.”

  We were finding a rhythm and the room seemed to heat up. I brushed my hair off the back of my neck and felt sweat trickle down my back under my sweater.

  “The synopsis you’re looking at was the hardest thing I’ve ever written. I don’t outline. Jim says it’s a personal thing, and it doesn’t work for me, but…”

  “Me neither. I have to do some of it now, or at least a character arc for my publisher or they have a major cow, but I don’t like it. I usually just go where things take me. It’s like letting a guy pick you up at the bar and knowing the night is going to end in sex, but nothing beyond that.”

  It occurred to me she didn’t wear a ring.

  She tapped her tablet screen and scrolled to another part of my manuscript. I leaned in and smelled her perfume, wafting around us like a little personal cloud. She shifted a little and pulled me closer so I could see more clearly.

  “What if the person who takes Iris’s virginity is another woman?”

  That had never occurred to me.

  “Um, I’ve written sex scenes, you’ve seen a couple of them. But I don’t think I’ve ever tried a lesbian scene. I know you have them in your books, and they’re hot, but…”

  “It’s just a love scene, Jenna. The emotions are the same. Two people are in love, or at least feeling desire. And you have a man touching a woman’s breast or pussy, it’s no different with a woman doing it.”

  “I…don’t know…”

  “You’ve had sex, of course.” Allison’s eyes seemed to caress my cheeks and I felt my pussy get damp.

  “Uh-huh.” I nodded and anticipated her next question. “Three different boys. Men. Um, one of them several times…”

  “Have you had oral sex?”

  My face felt hot enough to peel paint off the walls. “Yes. And I’ve…sucked guys off.”

  “Well, there you are.”

  I shook my head and felt even hotter. “I just…it sounds weird. I mean, I’ve never had sex with a woman…”

  “Oh, honey, nobody’s perfect.”

  I shook my head and realized her hand was stroking my arm. And had been for a few minutes, and I liked it.

  “You’ve had a man eat your pussy, right? And you liked it and you know how it feels, so you can write a woman eating another woman’s pussy, because you know what she likes.”

  I put my hand on hers stroking my arm and squeezed. Then I reached over and put my hand on her breast. She put the tablet down and pulled me against her. I felt her warm breasts flatten against me and I tilted my head back so her lips found mine. I tasted her bourbon on my tongue and the room turned even hotter.

  “Let’s get this off,” Allison said softly, and her fingers slid under my sweater and pulled it up in back. I pulled it over my head and Allison’s hands cupped my boobs, little cupcakes compared to her melons, and heat flashed through my whole body. My nipples hardened under her touch and I tilted my head back for another kiss. She put her arms around me and pulled me close so I tasted bourbon again. Her tongue probed my mouth and I pushed back, my nipples hard and my girl parts warming up under my jeans.

  I stood and kissed her again, my fingers flying over the buttons on her blouse until she shrugged out of it, her chest full and hot and beautiful. I bent to kiss her chest and felt the heat from her glorious melons, her warm soft scent filling my head so I felt dizzy with desire. Her fingers reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and I let it slide down my arms so I stood topless before her.

  “What a beautiful young woman,” she murmured. She cupped my boobs and her face moved to suck my nipple until I whimpered. She flicked her tongue across it and I felt my whole chest heat up and my little buds tighten like stones.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby?”

  “Uh-huh.” I closed my eyes and guided her face to my other nipple. “It feels so good…”

  “Now do me,” she said. “Touch me, too.”

  I cupped her breasts, much bigger than mine, and felt her nipples harden, too. She growled softly, low in her throat, like a big cat might purr and I wanted to taste her. I buried my face in her cleavage and reached behind her to unfasten her bra, too, then let it fall away so I could cover her aureole with my mouth. I sucked her nipple and flicked my tongue across it and she growled a little louder.

  “Ohh, yes, baby, just like that.” She cupped my head with her hand and pulled my face tight against her chest. I licked her again and felt my panties get moist. I straddled her thigh with mine and ground my crotch against her, the heat and moisture building up as she pushed back against me.

  “That’s my girl,” she murmured. “Come up here now, kiss me again.”

  She lay back on the bed and I moved on top of her, kissing her and feeling her big breasts flatten under mine and we rubbed our chests together. Her hands slid down to cup my ass and I ground my crotch against hers. Her fingers slid inside my jeans, then inside my panties and down to cup my tight little buns. She pulled me tight against her and I ground against her even harder.

  “Let me see you,” I whispered. “Show me your pussy…”

  I moved back and knelt between her legs to pull down the zipper of her slacks, and she raised her hips off the bed so I could pull them down and look at her shiny red panties. I leaned in and licked the crotch, already damp from her juices, and I could smell her arousal. I licked her panties again, and then pulled the gusset aside and licked her slit, tasting her juices and burying my face in her crotch. She moaned and writhed against my face. I cupped my hands on her ass and pulled her sweet snatch against my mouth.

  “Ohh,” she moaned. “I love that. Eat my hot cunt.”

  I did. I licked and nibbled and lapped up her juices and she went wild. I pulled her panties down and moved back so she could raise her legs and I pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. Then I sucked her toes and gradually moved my way up her leg, inch by inch, licking and tasting her until I reached her thighs and kissed that soft warm flesh. I cupped her warm mound in my hand and slid my other hand between my own legs.

  “Eat her, Jenna. Go on.”

  Jim’s voice floated over my shoulder and I turned back to look at him in the chair where I’d forgotten all about him. His shirt and pants were on the floor and his hard cock was a steeple between his thighs. His forehead glistened with sweat.

  I turned back to Allison and slid my tongue along her slit again. She ground against me and I spread her lips with my fingers and slid my tongue inside so until she moaned and pumped back against me.

  “Come up here,” she moaned. “Sit on my face and let me taste your hot cunt.”

  I kissed my way up her stomach and across her breasts to her mouth and her tongue slid over my lips, licking her own juices off my face. I moved up and rested my knees on either side of her ears and she cupped my ass in her hands and her tongue slid across my little mound. I’d never felt a woman’s tongue on my box before and my knees turned to jelly when she flicked across my clit.

  “Ohh,” I sighed. “Oh, yes.”

  She reached around me and spread my thighs with her hands so her tongue could sink between my lips and fill my wet little box. I felt my pussy getting so hot I thought my juices would bubble if she kept eating me. I ground my crotch on her mouth and chin and felt her hands pull me closer and tighter. I closed my eyes and reached down to guide her face to my clit.

  “That’s so good, Allison. I love this. I love a woman eating my hot
pussy.”

  Her breath tickled my thighs and her tongue moved faster. Her fingers slid across my stomach and up to cover my boobs again. I leaned into her palms and felt my nipples get even harder and hotter.

  “Pinch them,” I whimpered. “Squeeze my little buds.”

  She did and I moaned with pleasure, my dripping box grinding against her face. The fire built up between my legs and I felt my hips moving faster without my telling them to. My body took over and all my mind could do was note how incredibly good I felt.

  Allison covered my clit with her lips and the warmth made me writhe with pleasure. Her tongue flicked over it and I felt a burst of warmth building up, higher and faster.

  “I’m gonna come,” I moaned. “I’m really gonna come…”

  “Um-hmm…” Her voice vibrated my clit and everything went over the edge. My thighs tightened around Allison’s face and my juices gushed down on my thighs as tremors shook my whole body. I threw my head back and howled my release at the ceiling.

  “Ooohhh,” I howled. “Ooohhhh fuuuhhhhckkk…”

  Allison pinched my nipples and sucked my clit and held me steady so I didn’t fall off onto the floor. When it was over, I sagged forward and she held me up.

  “Slide down, honey,” she said softly. “My turn now. Slide down and eat my pussy.”

  I moved back down and kissed her again, tasting my orgasm on her lips, then kissed my way across her boobs and her stomach and down to her glorious snatch again. I spread her lips with my fingers and licked between them. I tasted her pink and smelled her arousal and slid a finger between her lips.

  “Yes,” she sighed. “That’s so good.”

  Hands moved around my waist and a warm tongue slid up the cleft in my butt. I gasped with surprise and Jim’s voice came from behind me, his breath warm on my cheeks.

  “You are so sexy. I can’t just sit there and watch anymore.”

  His tongue slid over my ass cheeks, then back between then, all the way from my waist down to my pussy and back. He rimmed my asshole and I gasped again, a warm flash of desire shooting though my anus. Jim slid his fingers down across my little fur patch and diddled my clit, then he spread my lips and slid two fingers into my pussy.