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  Chapter 12

  “I thought you were my friend.” Jackson finally said angrily. They both stood on the front porch. “You know how I feel about Teresa and yet I catch you getting ready to fuck her.”

  “C’mon Jackson. She is ready to fuck someone. But you are still treating her like the porcelain doll she was when she first got here. Yes she is still fragile but she’s worked that cute little ass off trying to become, as she says, “a normal woman.” We need to help her with that and not keep treating her like a child.”

  “And you think you should be the one that does that?” Jackson accused.

  “Me. You. Adam. Whoever. You can’t be the one who does everything. You need help. She needs to see that not all men are violent rapists.”

  “Fine.” Jackson finally said. “But there is absolutely no screwing around between you and her. No fucking. No sex of any kind.”

  “For now.” Henry said, smiling at his friend.

  “No. Forever.”

  Chapter 13

  Teresa went over in her mind what she and Henry had just done. She thought he was responding eagerly to everything she did. He must have been pretending she was someone else. That was why she never made noises while the men were raping her. The Admiral said it distracted them from whatever fantasy they were having. “Besides, what sex doll cries.” he had said to her. “Remember you’re just a 3 in 1. That’s all men care about you. You’re fat and ugly but you got a mouth, an asshole and a pussy. That’s all you are to men. 3 holes in 1.”

  Teresa wondered whom the lucky lady he was fantasying about as he kissed her. Whoever she was just the thought of her, made his dick so hard. She could feel him through both their denim jeans. No man would ever do that for her, she thought sadly. She wouldn’t be able to cause such a reaction in a man ever.

  Chapter 14

  Jackson found her in the bedroom. She had slipped off her jeans and stood there at the foot of the bed staring at it. She looked like a kid in his t-shirt and polar socks. She was 5 foot 3 inches. He was well over 6 ft. as were Henry and Adam. She was a child among giants.

  She finally looked up and saw him. She smiled that smile that could burn away the clouds from the sky. The one he liked to think she only gave to him. He came in closer to her.

  “Hey sweetheart why don’t we get into bed and watch some movies?”

  “Oh. O – kay.” she stuttered surprised by his suggestion.

  She watched as he proceeded to strip down to his boxers and t-shirt. Teresa was never nervous around half naked male bodies. Until they started talking or trying to interact with her. Then she stopped speaking and would try and find a way to run away. This time though she didn’t. She stood there, nervous as hell, but she didn’t try to flee.

  “Did you want popcorn?” she finally asked, looking down absently at his t-shirt she was wearing. “Oh I’m so sorry. I stole another one of your t-shirt. I’m so sorry.” She quickly pulled the t-shirt off and held it out to him.

  Trying not to be distracted by her half naked form, Jackson came closer and took the t-shirt from her. He expected her to move away but she didn’t. Maybe Adam was right. Teresa was ready for something more in their relationship. He held the shirt above her head, lowering it, putting it back on her. As he pulled down the soft material, he deliberately let the back of his hand brush against the side of one breast and across the other one’s nipple.

  He heard her take in a quick breath when his hands passed over her flesh. She looked at him with those huge almond shaped eyes with surprise. As if it were possible, her eyes grew even bigger when he boldly traced the top of her panties across her stomach – on the outside of the t-shirt of course.

  “Jackson.” she said, her voice thick with anticipation.

  “You get in bed.” he said to her. “I’ll get the popcorn.”

  And he quickly left, hopefully before she saw his raging hard-on.

  Chapter 15

  They settled in the bed with a large bowl of popcorn and water for him and tea for her. Jackson let Teresa come in as close as she wanted – a bowl’s diameter. They argued gently about which movie to watch. Arguing was new to Teresa. Jackson let her win every time but he put up a little bit of a fight to help her work out how to disagree with someone. This night though, he was going to choose the movie.

  It was a gory horror movie. Not her favorite kind but he hoped she might also need comforting from all the monsters attacking.

  “It’s not real.” Jackson said twenty minutes into the movie. He had moved the popcorn bowl and now Teresa practically sat in his lap, gasping every time the blood started flying and hiding her face in her hands.

  “Is it over?” she asked looking up at him, her back to the TV this time, after one gruesome scene.

  “Not quite yet.” he lied. It had been over five minutes ago but he wasn’t about to tell her. She had let him put a hand on her hip. He was slowly lifting her shirt up replacing the fabric with his hand on her cool skin. He stroked her side.

  He smirked feeling the flesh beneath his palm become warm, the more he caressed her.

  He heard and felt a muffled “Hmmm.”

  “That sounded very satisfied.” he said.

  Teresa pulled away from him quickly like she had been burned. She was on her knees, scared.

  “I’m sorry.” she said, her voice quivering. “I didn’t mean to be so loud.”

  “Oh baby. You weren’t loud.” Jackson leaned toward her. He stopped when she flinched. “Teresa I’m not going to hurt you. You know that, right?”

  “I’m sorry.” she repeated. “I didn’t intentionally disrupt your fantasy. I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

  “Fantasy?” he asked, confused.

  “Yes. Whoever you’re pretending I am in order to – touch – me. I guess Adam told you what we talked about.”

  “Yes but –“

  “You are so kind. I know you are touching me – out of pity – of – “ She fell silent, lowering her head.

  “Teresa I wouldn’t let you touch me because I was afraid. Afraid I wouldn’t be able to control myself if you touched me.”

  “Afraid you would hit me?”

  “No.” Jackson grabbed her arms gently and brought her closer to him. He hated seeing the fear in her eyes. “I would never hit you. Never. Do you understand me?”

  She nodded her head. Some of the fear subsided from her beautiful brown eyes.

  “If you touched me, I was afraid I would grab you, throw you against the wall and make love to you in front of anyone there.”

  Teresa was skeptical of what Jackson was saying to her. But could it be true?

  Jackson smiled sadly. She didn’t believe him. He’d have to prove it to her.

  Chapter 16

  Jackson pulled the t-shirt off of her, slowly exposing her body to him. She kneeled before him, nearly naked. His eyes wandered over every inch of her. She could almost feel them on her skin. His gaze was so intense, he scared her. But she didn’t try to cover herself. This was called “inspecting the merchandise” the Admiral had told her. Once he had looked her over twice, trying to burn her image on his mind for when he wasn’t with her, Jackson held out a hand to her.

  Teresa looked at it. She looked back up at him.

  “May I touch you?” she whispered, anxious about the answer.

  “Of course you may. You don’t have to ask anymore.”

  She hesitantly put her hand in his. She waited for the blows that usually followed. But they didn’t. He didn’t hit her for touching him. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

  “Come here.” he growled. He pulled her in close to him. She ended up between his legs, her nakedness kept from his nakedness by his t-shirt and boxers and her panties. She looked up at him with those big brown eyes and he almost kissed her. Not yet. He had a plan.

  “Do you think you could undress me?” he asked her.

  Teresa sat up straight. She looked frightened. “Is that what you w
ant?” she asked. “I might accidently touch you.”

  “That’s what I am hoping for.” he told her with a grin on his face.

  She tilted her head slightly and smiled back at him perplexed.

  Teresa tugged at the hem of his t-shirt. He sat up, closer to her. Because he was so much taller than her, she had to rise up on her knees to pull his t-shirt off his arms, shoulders and head. Jackson grabbed her as she tried to put some distance between them. He pulled her in for a hug.

  Teresa heard Jackson moan when her breasts came into contact with his chest. She was immediately concerned.

  “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer. “Do you want me to go shower and see if it feels better.”

  Jackson pulled her away reluctantly. “The only thing you are doing wrong is not hugging me back.” he told her.

  “I would have to touch you then.” she pointed out embarrassed. “I know you don’t like it when I do that.”

  “That’s not true.” Jackson countered gently. “I told you why I shied away from your touch. Do you remember?”

  “You said it was because you …. “

  “Wanted.” he supplied her the word.

  “M-m-me.” she said rushing through the word once she could get it out.

  “What is so hard about saying that?”

  “I guess I – I – I don’t believe you.” she answered honestly.

  “You will. So now give me a hug.”

  Chapter 17

  As they hugged, Jackson ignored the feel of her nipples and breasts on his chest, and slowly laid her down on the bed. He looked in her eyes and didn’t see any fear. He pulled slightly away from her. She unhugged him, leaving her arms by her side.

  “You’re going to need these again.” he told her, squeezing one of her elbows.

  “For what?” she asked curious.

  Jackson smiled because that curiosity was better than fear, but one day soon, desire would trump curiosity.

  “This.” he whispered, as he lowered his head to hers and placed his lips on hers. Then he pulled back. “And this.” he whispered again, kissing her softly and then pulling back. He looked into her eyes. “You know what to do right?” he asked. He saw a light of recognition in those brown pools. He smiled slightly and kissed her again. When he tried to pull back, she wrapped her arms around him and didn’t let go of him. So he deepened their kiss. She readily let his tongue into her mouth. He tasted the popcorn and tea.

  Jackson groaned when he felt her tongue touch his tentatively. He felt her trying to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go of her. She struggled a bit but then relaxed and returned to kissing him. She was hesitant to play with him but she also had a crushing desire for this intimacy. Teresa wanted to put her tongue in his mouth, but wasn’t sure how to do so except by just sticking it in. She didn’t feel brave enough to do that. But then his tongue retreated, but he kept kissing her with his mouth open. Before she could talk herself out of it, she plunged in.

  Chapter 18

  As they kissed, each enjoying the taste of each other, Jackson reached for Teresa’s thigh and slowly pulled it out so that he could position himself in between her them. Never breaking their kiss, he pulled his boxers off. She still wore her white panties. He’d get those off her soon enough.

  Jackson pressed his cock against her. He wanted her to feel how she affected him physically. Teresa moaned – stopping abruptly, when she felt him against her now wet pussy. Every time he pushed into her, she wanted to yell out loud with this intense desire she had never before felt in her life. She didn’t want to be quiet given the sensations Jackson was eliciting from her body. But she didn’t want to be hit either. So she tried to remain silent. She just lost herself in the kiss again.

  After several long minutes, Jackson pulled away from Teresa. She held onto him for a second before letting him go. He kind of wished she had fought him a little bit more. He looked down at her. She managed a small worried smile.

  “Wha - what did I do wrong?” she whispered, hesitantly. She watched him for a cue. His face just looked confused.

  “You didn’t do anything wrong.” he said gently. “Why do you think you did something wrong?”

  “You – you stopped ki – kiss – ing me. I thought it wa – was good. But I guess you didn’t.” she answered, looking away. “I’m sorry.”

  “Baby, there is nothing to be sorry for. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re a little hesitant sweetheart. You can be more – assertive if you want. I stopped because I thought maybe I was doing something wrong. You’re so silent.”

  “Yes I am.” she agreed, looking back at him. “Isn’t that what you want? Silence. Or did you want me to scream and cry?” She looked at him expectantly. She was serious.

  “Why would I want you to be silent?” he asked, confused.

  “So it would be easier for you to pretend that I was the woman you’re fantasizing about.”

  “You’re not making any noises while we make love because you think I am pretending that you are some other woman I’m really fucking.”

  “ ‘Sex dolls don’t make noises.’ ” she said mimicking someone else. “Are you angry?”

  “No honey. I’m not angry. At you. I’m angry at the son of a bitch Admiral.”

  “Do you want to stop having sex?” she asked, after Jackson was silent for a long minute. “I will do anything you want me to. Anything. You know I probably have already done anything she has done to you.”

  He stopped her talking by kissing her chin.

  “I am not pretending that you are someone else tonight.” he told her. “Tonight I am making love to you. No one else. Do you believe me?”

  “No.” she answered honestly. “You’re a good guy and you think it’s wrong to pretend. For most women that would be true. But it’s ok to do it to me. I’m a whore.”

  “No you aren’t. And no it isn’t.”

  “The Admiral used to call me 3 in 1. Instead of my name he would call out “3 in 1 bitch. Come here!”

  “What does that mean?”

  Teresa was surprised he didn’t know. She explained it to Jackson.

  Jackson was stunned. How any man could talk to Teresa like that bewildered him. The fact that she believed him did not confuse him. He knew her insecurities. Now some things made sense. How unappealing sex must be for her. Why she had shied away from touching all these months. Why she hated men.

  “Listen to me.” Jackson said tenderly but with steel in his voice. He cupped her face and she allowed this thumb to stroke her cheeks. “You are not 3 in 1 to me. You never have been. You’re Teresa, the woman I am about to make love to because you are the smartest, kindest, strongest person I have ever know. Despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve held on to your humanity. Not to mention that you are the sexiest, hottest, most beautiful, gorgeous woman I have ever had in my life. I am not pretending with you. I’m making love to you, not some other woman. I promise you. You make as much noise as you want to, sweetheart. That way I know I am doing it right for you.”

  “That matters?” she asked softly.

  “Of course it does!” he replied. “You matter to me. I want to pleasure you. I want you to pleasure me.”

  “You’ll be disappointed.” she said quietly, not able to look him in the eye.

  “I highly doubt that if your kissing is any indication of your abilities.”

  He saw her blush. Before she could say anymore, Jackson started kissing Teresa again. It was time to show her another way.

  Chapter 19

  Jackson kissed his way down her throat and the valley between her breasts. He kissed the side of her breast with an open mouth. He bit down gently on her taut, dusky nipple. He heard her gasp. He smiled as he sucked on her breast. As he sucked harder and harder, she began to squirm beneath him. She started to whimper softly. She grew louder as he moved to the other breast. He licked the underside of her breast and then blew on her wet skin. She gasped an
d arched her neck.

  “Did you like that Teresa?” he said thickly.

  “Yes.” she said breathlessly. Her breathing was coming fast now.

  He repeated the lick and blowing on the other breast. She reacted in the same way.

  Jackson’s kisses continued down Teresa’s stunning body. Her abdominal muscles contracted when he licked her there. When he got below her belly button, he felt her shift.

  “No.” she whispered, sitting up. She put a hand across his mouth. “Don’t.”

  He took her hand off his mouth. He kissed the inside of her wrist. “It’s going to be ok.” he told her. “It’s going to be incredible. I promise.” She looked so concerned and upset.

  “Please don’t.” she pleaded with him. “It’ll be bad. I’m bad. You know that right? I’m deformed down – down there.”

  “No you aren’t.” Jackson disagreed. “Let me see for myself. Lay back down.”

  “Jackson – “

  “No.” he said as he shook his head. “I want to see for myself. Now lay back down.”

  Again Teresa heard the slight steeliness in his voice that let her know he was serious and not backing down. She lay back down and waited for him to finally turn away from her. Shaking ever so slightly from the anticipated loss, Teresa felt all desire drain out of her body. This was going to end now. Jackson would see how – dirty she was. She hated that fact but it remained a fact nevertheless.

  He asked her to raise her legs. She gracefully did so. He slid the white cotton briefs off her. Jackson hoped he remembered how to do this. It had been awhile. And he wanted to make sure this was an amazing experience for Teresa. Parting her legs, he started kissing her inner thigh. He flicked his tongue on her soft flesh. He was rewarded with a tiny all over body shake. She was so responsive to him. No other woman in his life had been this affected by his physical touch.

  He seared his way down one thigh and then the other. Finally he looked at her womanhood. There was no hair. She was perfectly proportional. There was nothing wrong with her. He desperately wanted to taste her. From the bottom to the top, he gave her one long lick.