Casino weekend

I was up $400 when Jen called again, second time since I got there. I'd had a few shots and a bunch of hits and was feeling good. Yeah I was avoiding this mess I'd created. But with everything that went on the past week, it's honestly hard to feel bad. I answered. It was close to five. 

"Where are you? I've been trying to get a hold of you all day. Mom tried too. I'm at your place right now, worried you got hurt or something. Where are you?"

Told her where I was and that I'd be back at some time on Sunday. 

"We need to talk Nicholas."

"I know. But I've had a shit week that doesn't even involve what you discovered. I need a break from the drama and all of that. Sunday I promise. We'll talk."

The call ended and I moved machines. I was up $500 at that point. Never stop on a heater lol.

My heater on the machines was over. Only up $300 at that point.  Found a spot at the sports bar with nobody around. Pack of smokes. A few hits, playing Keno and watching baseball. It was around 9 and I was just winding down, trying not to think about Jen and Diana. 

"Is this seat taken," I hear. I move my ashtray and cigarettes to the other side of me. Look over. It's Jen. She sits.

"You were never good at waiting," I said, lighting a cigarette. She took one and lit it. Shots ordered. 

"I know. One of the things you probably don't miss. I just wanted to see you."

"I'm not up for a lecture or drama Jen. I know I fucked up. I came here to relax and take a break."

"I'm not here to fight. Had a long talk with my mom. Look. I get it. You were both lonely, you both wanted to. Mom said she'd never felt so good. I get it. I'm not mad. It surprised me. But she told me how good you were to her. How you treated her and made her feel attractive."

I nodded, still choosing my words carefully. 

"I didn't realize how lonely she was. You don't look at your mom and think she needs to get laid. I was jealous. I know what it's like with you. But I'm glad she was with someone who wouldn't even think of hurting her."

We talked and drank. She took hits. We joked and laughed. She didn't bring up her mom and it was nice just to relax. Almost 11 and I was ready for bed. I asked if she had a room. She didn't. Did she bring clothes or anything? She left from my place and came straight here. 

I knew where this was heading. Fuck it. To the room. 

She stripped and got in bed, her tits moving and my eyes locked in on her body. She'd lost weight. I stripped, my dick springing out. No words. We made out, kissing down her body, noticing the difference between her body and the ones in the 60+ crowd I'd been with recently. Licking down to her clit. She moaned and gripped my hair. 

Lightly slapping her pussy, her juices dripped. She always liked when I did that. She came faster than I remembered. On top and pumping, it was like old times. The weed had me lasting longer and I finished with a groan and a lot of cum. 

We passed out. I woke up around 8 on Saturday, hearing Jen's voice in the bathroom. 

"No we're not back together. I don't know mom. It was nice."

She got back in bed and we went again before going out for lunch. Back to the room and again, Jen on top and her tits in my face.  We gambled for a bit, Jen winning a couple hundred and celebrated at the steakhouse. 

Back to the room and pumping away behind her, I came hard and held her. We smoked a cigarette after we cleaned up. Jen joked how much a mess I made. 

I didn't say much, worried I'd say the wrong thing. Jen finally spoke.

"My mom is worried. I told her you're not mad at her. Just figuring things out. Can you talk to her when you get back?"

"I will. Don't know what to say."

She was quiet. 

"Look.. you're two consenting adults. I don't want to know or hear about it. I know she's happier than she's been in a while. Just talk to her so she'll stop bugging me about it. That's all I want."

"What do you really want?"

"You know I want to get back together. I know it's not happening. Can we just do this? Get together and have fun. I promise I won't ask to get back together again. If I do, we're done. Unless you ask, I won't bring it up. I hope you do but I'm done asking. I promise."

We gambled more and passed out holding each other. I did enjoy it. It was nice.

She left before me on Sunday morning. Hug at the door and I told her I'd call. 

Got home and called Diana. We talked. Told her what Jen said and asked what she wanted. 

"Are you two getting back together?"

"No. We might get together occasionally but we're not back together. Jen said we can figure out what we want. Just keep her out of it. Do you want to keep getting together?"

She said she needed to think about it. 

Jen called after and said she'll be gone a week. Asked if she could call when she got back. I told her that was ok. 

I'm smoking a joint and about ready for bed. Heads still going on all of this. Grand daddy purple to the rescue.