CHAPTER 105
She laid there for several minutes, then rolled off of me, she seemed exhausted. She leaned in near me, leaning over to kiss my cheek. I felt her soft hand once again wrap gently around my cock, squeezing gently. She began to increase her speed, her grip tightening around my shaft. She leaned up on one elbow, her face over mine, our eyes locked. I was already past the point of no return when she whispered softly, a twinkle in her eye.
"Mmmm, you like Jenny to jerk you off baby ?", she asked.
I felt the cum racing up my shaft, the first wave hurtling through the air and landing on my chest. Wave after wave of hot cum erupted from my cock, coating my stomach and Jenny's right hand. She carefully milked me with long , slow strokes, squeezing every drop of cum from my sensitive cock. She laid back down, her head on my shoulder, nothing was said for quite a while. I got up, cleaned up, brought her a towel, then laid back down. Again there was awkward silence in the room, I was hoping we had not made a terrible mistake. I must have drifted off to sleep, a horn in the condo parking lot woke me up. I looked at the clock, it was almost six in the morning. I looked over my shoulder, Jenny was still sleeping soundly, the covers up to her neck. I slipped out of bed as slowly as I could, grabbed some clean clothes and took a quick shower, dressed and made my way to the kitchen. I was drinking my first cup of coffee, when Ginny walked in the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.
"Hey, good morning. You want a cup of coffee ?", I asked.
"Not yet, I am going to take a shower and get dressed, be right back.", she replied.
She showered quickly and was back in the kitchen in no time, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She sat down at the kitchen island next to me, quietly drinking from the cup. I kept waiting for her to mention something about what had happened between us, but again, only awkward silence.
"What do you have planned today ?", I asked her.
"Oh, I have a million things to do, groceries, cleaning, washing clothes, stuff like that.", she answered, with a smile.
"Well let me know when you're ready to go, I will drive you back to your place.", I replied.
"I'm ready, if that's ok with you.", shye said, not looking up from her cup.
"Sure, let me get my wallet and keys," I said.
I had just come back from the bedroom, she was already standing at the front door. It was like she couldn't wait to get away from me, at least it felt that way. As we drove to her place, she didn't say much, just answered any statement I made to her. Finally as we pulled in the lot and parked, I just had to ask.
"Jenny, did I do something wrong last night ? I just get the feeling…..that ….I dunno, maybe you regret what happened. Whatever it is, something changed last night.", I asked.
She sat there, her head down for a second, then turned to me, her eyes watering slightly.
"I don't know …. Brian….., I am confused. I am so sorry.", she said softly.
I could tell the last thing she wanted to do was talk, so I decided to leave it alone for now. I got out of my door, walked around and opened her door, she got out quickly.
"Whatever happens Jenny, please don't let it affect our friendship.", I pleaded.
She just nodded quickly, turned and walked towards the staircase that led to her third floor unit. I walked back around my car and climbed in, pulling out of the lot immediately. I was completely confused as to what had happened in the past twelve hours or so. I had offered to bring her home, but she refused. She brought up the idea of sex, I tried to talk her out of it, trying to protect our friendship. She basically pulls me into bed, apparently enjoying herself, then the next morning, she barely acknowledges me. What the hell had happened ?
I decided at that point to pour all of my energy into the foundation, the upcoming dedication and getting into top physical shape for next season.
The next few months were a blur, but the foundation made huge strides. I had managed to keep the name under wraps , I wanted to unveil it during the dedication, that was less than forty five days away. The hospital had agreed to let me convert the extra waiting room into an arts and crafts center. I met with a local construction company to get a bid on the project. When the owner found out what the project was for, he donated all of the labor, the foundation paid for the materials only.
The room was ready to go a month before the dedication, it was spectacular to say the least. All four large walls had murals of castles, dragons, knights in armor and of course, a beautiful princess. One wall housed a large sixty inch flat panel TV, with a new DVD player for movies. One of the local video stores had donated close to one hundred children's movies for our library, which were housed in a cabinet mounted on the wall. There were tables and chairs in the center of the room where the children could sit and draw, paint or read books. On the wall opposite the TV, there were huge bookcases which housed hundreds of children's books which had been donated from a variety of sources. On the final wall, there were cabinets which housed drawing pads, paper, crayons, paints, stencils, glue, stickers and just about anything else that you could imagine to do crafting.
The total cost of the room had come in at around twenty one thousand dollars, which was very low due to the many donations we received along the way. I had also ordered a dozen stand alone video game units that were portable, they could be moved from room to room. Each unit housed a thirty six inch flat screen TV, a top of the line video game console system with wireless controllers and a DVD unit for watching movies. These were specifically designed with long legs to roll under the foot of the bed and face the patient. These were to be used for children who may feel too weak to get out of bed. I wasn't able to get any donations of these units, each of them cost roughly two thousand dollars each.
We also replaced the TV in the parents waiting room with a larger sixty inch flat screen, trying to make them as comfortable as possible. Just as I was putting the final touches on everything, a local toy store presented us with a ten thousand dollar gift card to buy anything we felt the children would enjoy. Jenny and a couple of her co-workers took charge of that project, loading the craft room with bright colorful toys for both boys and girls. About three weeks prior to the official dedication, I called back home to the Timmons, asking if they would be my guest at the dedication. They initially declined, but after I informed them that Courtney would be an integral part of the foundation, they agreed to fly out the day before.
A week before the dedication, I picked up the final few pieces of the project from a local photographer and graphic designer. Those I would hold onto until just the day before. As part of the secret, the staff of the fourth floor had kept brown craft paper over all the windows and doors of the new craft room, it was locked, only a handful of people had actually been inside. Three days before the dedication, a large electronics giant in the area donated eighteen brand new small laptop computers, which could help the children possibly keep up with the school work they missed, due to lengthy hospital stays.