Somewhere, deep within the world of endless possibilities, where imagination rules, Jake felt himself being drawn away from his love by the constant sound of ringing. With great regret he pulled himself out of Li Song, and began walking towards a wall of mist.

“Don’t go, my love, I need you,” she called, still lying naked by a crystal pond.

Jake desperately tried to stay. He wanted so much to dine in her dark forest again, but the pull of the annoying ringing was too strong.

Opening heavy eye lids, Jake reached out and knocked his alarm clock to the floor, but the ringing continued.

“Aw shit!” Jake realized it was the phone ruining his night. “Why don’t I keep the phone next to the bed?”

He dragged himself up, and tiptoed across an ice cold floor. Why the hell didn’t I put carpet in here or at least a rug?  Getting angrier by the second he snatched the phone off his desk.

“What?” he yelled.

“Jake, it’s me, Jen.” Instantly Jake’s anger fell, and his stomach lurched. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no…I mean, yes, but it’s okay. Hi…um….hi,” Jake’s mind reeled.  One moment he was dreaming about his new lady love and the next, he was being awakened by his ex.

“I’m sorry, I…I just needed someone...someone to talk to, and…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be calling you, not after what I did.” After dating for three years Jake could tell his ex-girlfriend had been crying, and was barely holding back more tears.

“It’s okay. Are you hurt?”

“Nothing a little make-up and an ice-pack couldn’t fix.” She breathed heavily into the phone for several seconds, while Jake found himself at a loss for words. “Oh, Jake, I’ve been so stupid. I was wrong. I acted like a spoiled brat, chasing fantasies like a silly teenager. Every girl wants her rich Disney Prince, right? God, I’m so stupid. I had a good man, and I threw it away for a fantasy.”

As she went on, Jake kept silent. There was a time when all he wanted in the world was to hear Jennifer say those words. Once, before she left, he had imagined they would get married. He would go back to college and become an engineer who built cars, not just a mechanic who fixed them. After that, he and Jen would be a happy middle class couple, and maybe pop out a kid or two.

“So, can I, Jake? Do you mind?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Jake answered. He hadn’t been paying attention, and had no idea what he was saying yes to. “Thanks, Jake, I’ll be right over. I love you.” She hung-up before Jake could say another word.

Love me. Be right over. What just happened? He sat down and tried to recall the words he hadn’t been paying attention to. She had a fight with her doctor boyfriend and he kicked her ass out.  Jake wasn’t certain, but that felt mostly right. She was coming over, not only to talk, but because she had nowhere else to go.
 
“What about Li Song?” Jake began talking to himself and pacing.

Don’t be a fool. She’s not your girlfriend. She’s just…just a…

“What is she? What are we to each other?”

She’s a prostitute, idiot, pretty, but still a hooker.

“I don’t believe that.”

Don’t be silly. You paid her sixty bucks for a hand job.

“Did I or did I pay for a massage and she chose to give me a hand job because she liked me?”

And Friday… do you think she did all that for free? What woman would let a man do all those perverse sex acts, and then smile about it? Men who have been married twenty years don’t get that. You’re not a rock star, a ball player or a millionaire. Did you even check your credit card balance?

Even as Jake questioned his actions with Li Song, a huge part of him missed her voice, her touch, her smile, and of course her hypnotic eyes. But Jake was still a man, and even when confused, tired, and hungry, he did what all men do when a woman is on her way. Jake tossed dirty clothes into the closet, checked the sheets for stains (It had been a really good dream), put the toilet seat down, and jumped into the shower.

He was just about to wash his hair when he felt a draft, and then a hand.

“Want me to wash your back?” Jake jumped and had to catch himself before he slipped. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you.” She held onto his waist to steady him, and then gave him a towel to dry his eyes. “I still have my key, so I let myself in, and when I saw you in the shower I...I just got in.”

Jake only heard some of what she said. After he cleared his eyes, he was taken away by the sight of Jen standing naked next to him. Normally her body would have stolen the show, but Jake couldn’t help but focus in on the huge purple bruise around Jennifer’s left eye. He must have been staring because she raised a wet hand and covered her black eye.

“Yeah, I know I look horrible.”

“No, you don’t. It’s not that bad. It’ll be gone in a few days. Trust me; I had more than a few shiners back in the day.”

“Yes,” Jen raised her face and smiled as memories danced in her eyes, “I remember, the only white boy in an all minority high school.” Her blue eyes took in his wet naked body. “You seem to have recovered from all your bruises. I guess I will too.”

“I suppose so. Just let me finish up here and then we can talk more.”

“I’ll wash your back, you wash mine.”

They took turns doing just that. Jen’s soapy hands slid over his back, as she reached around to his front. Jake took deep breaths of the steamy air as Jen’s pert nipples pressed into his skin. With care her hands glided over the tight muscles of his stomach and slowly traced their way between his legs. Jake glanced down as her red finger nails slipped through his pubic hair and her small warm hands encircled his flaccid penis. It’s not cold in here. Why aren’t you growing? Come on; aw, forget it.

Jake turned, took Jen’s hands in his, and pulled her under the hot spray with him. When all the soap was gone, he shut off the water and helped Jen step out. She quickly dried off first and then handed Jake the towel before leaving the room. Jake assumed she was going to get dressed wherever she left her clothes.

Jake finished drying off and then reached for a robe that wasn’t there. “Damn.” Since he had been living alone, he had no need for it. So, like a caveman Jake walked out of the bathroom naked. His plan was to get some clothes, and then meet Jen in the living room for their talk.

Jake stopped at his bedroom door. In his bed with a devious grin was Jennifer. Her bright pink nipples stood out like little erasers. She had his blanket over her lower half, but Jake knew she was still completely naked.

“Don’t stand out there in the cold.” Jen slid to the middle of the bed, and flipped the blanket off her lower half. “Come in where it’s warm.”

Jake stared at the woman and couldn’t help but admire the contrast between her milky white skin and blond hair, shining like a golden beacon between her shapely legs.

What she said was alluring in and of itself, but what his primitive mind heard was simply, Come fuck me, Jake. Both his legs and his feet obeyed a silent command that came from somewhere near the base of his brain, that part of man left over from a time when all that mattered was reproducing.

Jen claimed she wanted to talk, but after the shower Jake should have known she preferred a more basic form of communication. As Jake slid into bed, he couldn't help noticing how familiar it felt to be with his ex, and he gave in to that ease. Hands caressed skin; lips found lips, legs parted and a guidance program written by Mother Nature led Jake to the right spot. Somewhere, long before orgasm, and shortly after commitment, they both realized that even nature isn’t perfect.

“What’s wrong, baby, don’t you want it?” Jen purred into Jake’s ear, while below her hand worked diligently to insert something soft, that should’ve been hard. “Come on, baby. I know it’s been a long time since you’ve had any.”

Her words were spoken softly, and the intent was to spark desire, but to Jake’s troubled mind they had an altogether different meaning. Why does she think I haven’t had sex since she left? What, am I lame or something? Does she think she’s doing poor little me a favor? Jake lifted himself off Jen and eased down next to her.

“I think… I think we should take it slow.”  Jake put one hand on her smooth belly. “This may sound corny, but why don’t we just hold each other tonight? Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay.  It’s wonderful. I miss being held by you.” She turned on her side, and pushed her round bottom against him.

Jake took a deep breath and settled himself against her warmth. What the hell, why not? Jake took his semi-erect penis in hand, spread Jennifer’s butt cheeks, and slipped his member between the two perfect halves.  DAMN! She’s burning up.

“I like that. I feel you between my lips too. It’s nice.” She gave her buns a little squeeze, and Jake instantly felt himself growing. Jen took Jake’s hand and placed it over one large breast. Jake sighed as his hand seemed to meld with her soft yielding flesh. “If you need more heat, you know where to find it. You don’t have to wake me; I’m more than wet enough.”

She wasn’t lying. He could feel her moisture soaking the head of his penis. He knew it would be a simple thing to push upward and in, but now that he could do it, some part of him didn’t want to, at least not yet. He swallowed the lump in his throat and closed his eyes. Before long he heard the gentle rumbling of Jen’s snores. I guess she was really tired.

Shortly after that, her solo night music became a duet as they spooned into blissful slumber and erotic dreams.