Free Home for the Weekend by Nicole Ryan Page A

He took my hand and held it to his lips, kissing my knuckles softly.
    “Can I ask you something?” I asked after a moment.
    “Of course. What?” He asked, looking at me with a smile before turning his gaze back to the road.
    “Coming from such an incredible place, so full of nature and love, why porn?”
    “Why do you do porn?” He asked instead of answering.
    I shrugged, “I always wanted to be a model… I suppose I love to show my body. The money helps.” I admitted.
    “There you go. I went to California for college, ended up doing a film to pay some past due bills, and ended up coming back again, and again. It sort of stuck, put me through school, and it pays great. I don’t think I’ll do it forever, but I enjoy it now.” He said.
    “You’re not telling me something. I saw in Beau’s face too. Your dad is sick isn’t he?” I asked softly. Jesse’ eyes darkened.
    “Yes and no. Mom thinks he is deteriorating.” He tapped his temple with his finger.
    “But he’s so young.” I said, confused.
    “Not as young as he looks, he’s sixty two. Had Beau when he was thirty, and mom was twenty four.”
    “Is that why beau came home early this spring?” I asked, and Jesse nodded.
    “I’m heading back early this summer too, mid June. I’d really like you to come with me Chastity.” His face flushed a little and I smiled warmly, placing my hand on his thigh.
    “I can’t wait.”
    The drive seemed longer on the way back than it had on the way there, and once the sun had dipped below the horizon I seized my opportunity. Slowly I slid my hand up Jesse’s thigh, and began to caress his cock; he grinned but kept his eyes on the road.
    I looked behind us, the road was dark and empty, I ducked down quickly and undid Jesse’s jeans, pulling him free and quickly wrapping my lips around his head, stroking his shaft with my hand.
    “Fuck that feels good.” He said above me , slipping his fingers into my hair and gently moving it across my back, resting his hand between my shoulders.
    I began to stroke him harder and slid my tongue along the cleft of his head, his right hand slid down to my lower back, and he began to squeeze my jeans as he let out a low, slow groan. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard and pumped him fast until he came, and I swallowed quickly, sucking him lovingly before tucking him back into his pants.
                  After another hour of driving, we were finally pulled up to the curb in front of my apartment; Jesse grabbed one of my bags and opened the door to the building for me. We were both exhausted as we rode the elevator up, and Jesse yawned loudly.
    “Are you going to stay over tonight?” I asked him.
    “I’d love to, I’m so beat.” He said softly, pulling me to his side and kissing my temple.
    “I am too. I just want to go straight to bed.” I said s uggestively as the elevator rang and the doors slid open.
    “Agreed.” He smiled.
    I sat my bag down on the ground and fished my keys out of my purse to unlock my door, and when I swung it open, I was greeted by a sight that made me stumble backward a couple steps.
    “What the fuck?” I gasped , my mouth hanging open in shock.
    “Jesus.” Jesse said beside me and stepped over the overturned lamp that was across my entryway. “Stay in the hall.” He ordered.
    I started to argue, but closed my mouth for once to listen when I saw him pick up one of the thick wooden candlesticks that had been beside my fireplace. It was nearly eighteen inches long, and was too big around for me to close both my hands around. I looked at my walls which were bare of all the photos that had previously hung there, photos of my friends and I, one of my mother and father… all were on the floor, and as I stared at my daddy’s handsome face smiling at my mother when she was so free and happy tears filled my eyes.
    “It’s empty.” Jesse said as he came back around the corner.
    I fell to my knees and wiped my nose as I gingerly