Chapter 5 - Weakness

Meanwhile Creston sat on the edge of the bed. His cock still ached at the sight of Jenny in her outfit that was trapped behind his closed eyelids. The thought of another man worshipping at her altar and making her moan and groan was just too much for him. He took out the Sig 223 from his waist and placed it on the bed beside him. The sight of her full underwear basket caught his eyes. He felt a ping in the back of his head and the thought of being alone in her room with her vanilla scent all around him. He sniffed her red French cut panty from the basket. Her aroma was strong, and he inhaled deeply and reached for his weapon.

Creston's toes cricked as his soft experienced hands whipped the cream from his pink tipped bishop, and his body stiffened and spasm while he licked the seat of Jenny's panty. He wiped the evidence of his pleasure with her panty and left it on the bed. With his muscles still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm he closed the front door tenderly and looked through the frosted glass insert and touched it warmly as if he was bidding goodbye to the woman he loved.

Jenny Lawrence looked nervously through the windshield at the long road ahead but her thoughts were on the handsome half Chinese man that she had left sitting on the living room sofa that they had chosen together. The fabric matched the two toned earth decor that he chosen for the house in the Estate. She wondered where he had parked and if he was going to be walking a long distance to wherever he had parked his Lexus.

Shit why was she worried about this man that was still joined to his ex-wife by an invisible umbilical cord. She looked at gold teeth and even though his lips were moving she had no clue or cared what he was saying. Jenny was still locked in thought with her eyes staring aimlessly.

"Oh God! He didn't deserve to be treated this way he was a nice guy she thought. It had taken her hours to decide what to wear and then Creston just showed up throwing her off balance with his 6-foot 2-inch frame, jet-black hair and Carmel coloured eyes. His perfect white teeth fit well with his chiselled jaw line. Fuck why did this have to happen to me?" Jenny mumbled softly.

The heat of Gold teeth's hand on her thigh brought her back to reality.

"What was that Jenny" Gold teeth asked.

"Nothing" Jenny quipped

"Ok, so Jenny we are going downtown on the

waterfront to eat fish at Gloria's and then the club upstairs," Gold teeth said.

"So, you decided what and where we are going without even consulting me?" Jenny asked after a moment of thought.

"Yeah," he replied, "I'm the boss."

What a stark contrast to Creston who sought her approval about everything before he did it she thought. David Gold teeth Wedderburn had been a regular customer at the Insurance Agency and had been so persistent in asking her out. Finally she relented and gave in after receiving bouquets, goodie baskets and then the 24-karat gold necklace with the pearl pendant on her birthday. Depression had become her constant companion and anger was a frequent witness as she lashed out at life and especially the man that she believed was the root cause of her angst. Being distracted by David was a welcome change from the mundane routine that her life had taken on of late.

His tight shirts were always glued to his body revealing the rippling muscles that were coiled like a snake beneath it. His machine always had an extended clip and for a celebrated detective she wondered if he learned anything about being discreet. His outfits and his car always turned heads and even though Jenny tried to ignore the obvious she too liked the challenge of taming the wild beast she saw. A man like this should be able to fuck her senseless with his sex appeal alone.

However, even though it was still early days she was seeing glimpses of a normal man hidden behind the swash

buckling persona. It is this secret life that she was interested in and not the gold teeth image of being tough as nails. Even though she wondered when, and if, he would take her pussy ransom and plunder her body, this uncertainty made her clitoris jump. The front of his pants looked as if it was straining to contain the lethal weapon that it covered.

Even though the safe, docile image of Creston invaded her mind with his fat cock that used to make her pussy cream each time it came near her, she wanted to conquer Gold teeth and prove a point that a man should be a man, take and fight for what he wants and not just slide into place by default or blind luck.

Goldteeth's hand lingered on her thigh and edged closer to the hem of her jeans skirt. Her heartbeat raced as his long fingers began to touch the fat of her inner left thigh.

"Hi why do you think you have the right to explore the

Promised Land King David?" She asked with a stern tone.

"Exactly that reason. What is mine Jenny is mine and had the lord ordained it otherwise you would not be here tonight."

Her spirit trembled at the conviction she heard in his voice. "Well David, I might not be your Goliath tonight and with that tone I have no intentions of being slain tonight."

"Who said anything about slaying you Jenny? I have been watching you bathing in the sunlight of my adoration for months, and just like Bathsheba I have decided that I would be willing to do anything to facilitate the communion between two bodies and minds, that I have sensed that ache to be together from the very first day I saw you."

"Wow David you sound very confident and sure about yourself and what you desire. Let me ask the all-important question?"

"Sure go ahead Jenny."

Gold teeth smiled and his teeth glinted in the faint illumination of the dash board.

"Why the hell do you have that gold tooth?" Jenny asked while staring blankly at him.

"Oh, shit you just changed the subject mid-stream on me like that Jen. You caught me off balance. What. You don't like it?" Goldteeth asked.

"Hell no it's too vulgar," she replied.

"I'm sorry," he replied, his tone was a far cry from the one earlier when he proclaimed his intensions towards her.

"It's a clip on. I just thought it looked macho."

He replied as if he was apologising to his mother.

Jenny laughed internally and took a deep breath. "Well David can you do me a little favour while we explore the road ahead, can we do without the gold teeth clip on."

"I will think about it Jenny," he replied.

"Don't take too long or else our journey may be

curtailed." Jenny replied.

"So, since you have made your request, Jenny, in the spirit of negotiations and good faith can we continue.

Speak up and ask, if you have enough faith it shall be given David." Jenny said.

Jenny watched as he removed the gold clip on teeth and licked his teeth after as if it had glue on it. His entire mannerism changed as the tooth was removed, as the haughtiness disappeared. David reached out his hand and said, "Hi I'm David Wedderburn, Inspector of Police.

Jenny laughed as she shook his hand. The nerd had finally showed up.

They chatted and laughed all the way to Gloria's on the waterfront. He gave her his sports coat to protect her from the chill of the sea breeze.

"Jenny I like your outfit but I'm a little more conservative than the show I put on for the public."

The black rimmed glasses he wore made him look like a college professor and something deep inside Jenny gave her comfort at how he had transformed because she had slain the Goliath with her small question. He reminded her of Creston in a weird sense but he had much more humour. He had her in stitches holding in her stomach as their laughter disturbed the other guests at the restaurant.

The awkwardness of the first date melted away with the laughter, and Jenny knew right away that she found a new friend that somehow had managed to reach thirty without siring a child or any long-lasting relationships. He was a barrel of fun and made her forget Creston for the few hours. They ate and drank two bottles of her favourite wine, and finally danced the tipsiness away at the club. David was a smooth dancer, and the warmth of the wine made them both discard their jackets. The house disc jockey had the magical touch of making peoples souls unite and the music slowed to a pace where "renting a tile" was needed. Even though Jenny was a little apprehensive at first, David convinced her that he would not try to bite her and that his dogs had been securely chained and locked away.