Mr Jakobs
patreon
Rules 31 - Strange Turns
🕑 Added 2025-06-08 14:12:28 +0000 UTCThe fluorescent lights hummed faintly above them, giving everything in the diner a low, yellow glow. It was past ten, and the place was nearly empty, populated only by a few tired truckers slumped at the counter, teenage lovers grabbing a cheap dinner, and a waitress chewing gum behind a stack of menus.
Jeremy and Erin sat across from each other in a small vinyl booth, picking at plates of pancakes and bacon. Erin wore a hoodie two sizes too big, her knees pulled up on the booth, bare legs crisscrossed. Jeremy watched as she snorted syrup through her nose at his last joke.
“Oh my God, you dick—” Erin wheezed, wiping her face with a napkin. “I almost choked.”
Jeremy smiled. “You look cute with syrup all over your face.”
“You're a goofball,” she grinned, pushing a bite of pancake around in the pool of syrup. “I like that about you.”
They’d been seeing each other for a few weeks now. Though they had both silently agreed to keep it undefined. Jeremy liked how easy it was. Erin didn’t ask too many questions. She didn’t try to fix him. She was safe. Kind. Beautiful. A different beauty compared to Sage. Erin was messier. Erin was real. The kind of girl who played her music too loud while cooking, who found joy in local fairs, who was content with a book and the outdoors.
The kind of girl who, last weekend, had grabbed Jeremy by the hair and moaned, “Fuck me, David,” while he pounded her against the kitchen counter.
It had surprised him at first – how easily she’d taken to it. The name. The game. The thing he had been trying to run from since leaving home. Now, it was a part of both of their lives.
Erin shifted in her seat, her hoodie slipped over her shoulder. Jeremy's mind filled with past memories at the sight of her skin. He saw Erin’s breasts pressed against the shower door as he took her from behind, breath fogging the glass. He remembered her thighs quivering while she rode him vigorously in the driver's seat of his car, panties balled in her mouth.
Always calling him by that one, single name.
"Pass me the salt, David?" Erin said teasingly. Jeremy smirked.
"Only if you say please," He replied firmly. Erin bit her lip.
"Please." Her voice was gentle and sultry. It made Jeremy's heart race. He handed her the salt shaker, their fingers touching gingerly.
“So…” Erin said, pushing her hair behind her ear. Her tone gentle but pointed. “You really like this roleplay thing, huh?”
Jeremy took a sip of his coffee. “I do.”
Erin tilted her head, curious. “Can I ask why?”
Jeremy set the cup down slowly and looked off into the diner pensively.
“I like… the idea of it." He chose his words carefully. Erin nodded.
"The idea of being someone else?” She asked.
"No… not that exactly. I like the idea of watching, witnessing you being taken."
Erin raised her eyebrows. “Like a voyeur thing?”
“Kind of.” He shifted in his seat and let out a deep breath. “I like the idea of you being with someone else. Of another man taking you while I'm there.”
Erin blinked, fork suspended in the air. “Really?”
Jeremy nodded. His voice settled into a quiet, confessional tone. “Yes, really.”
Erin stared, dumbfounded. "You'd want to see me with someone else?'
"Yeah," Jeremy let out an uncomfortable laugh. Erin joined in with him.
"Oh my god Jeremy! Wow!"
Jeremy cleared his throat. “I know, I know.”
“But just in roleplay, right?” she prodded playfully, her eyes watching him closely.
He stayed silent.
Erin's eyes widened. “Wait. So like… in real life?”
“Yes,” he said, the word startlingly certain. “Preferably with me there.”
"Have you done this before?" Erin asked. Jeremy shrugged bashfully.
Erin let out a breathy laugh, half incredulous. “That’s… wow.” She leaned back in the booth, studying him. “That’s not what I expected to hear.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, fidgeting with his napkin. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“What? No! I asked.” She chewed her bottom lip, glancing around the diner. “I just… I’ve never heard of that before.”
Her fingers curled into her hair again, eyes sparkling.
“So…” she said slowly, voice dropping to a whisper, “if we found someone here, for example…”
Jeremy raised an eyebrow.
Erin’s smile spread into something almost devilish. “You’d want to watch him fuck me?”
He held her gaze. “Yes.”
She let out a giddy laugh, the sound light and buzzing. “Holy shit.”
They both looked around the diner, their eyes stopping on every man they saw.
Eventually, Erin's attention fixated on one two booths over.
A man in his mid-thirties. Broad and bearded. With a thick flannel shirt stretched over his chest, a trucker hat low on his forehead, and a college ring resting on his thick finger. His jeans were dirty. Work boots still crusted with the mud of whatever small-town job he’d come from.
Erin leaned in. “That one.”
Jeremy followed her line of sight. “You think?”
“He’s perfect,” she whispered. “Like, rugged-lumberjack-hot."
"You like the lumberjacks, huh?" Jeremy gave Erin a playful grin. She rolled her eyes.
"I like all kinds," She countered. They stared at one another pensively.
"Do you want to do this?" Jeremy asked.
"Do you really think he’d say yes?” Erin countered.
“Only one way to find out.”
Erin grinned and slipped out of the booth.
--
The motel room smelled like bleach and stale cigarettes. The old, rusted light fixtures flickered, casting jittery shadows across nicotine-stained walls and threadbare carpet.
Erin was already on the bed, resting on an old, floral comforter with timid anticipation. Her hoodie was gone, tank top riding high over her stomach as she stared at him.
The man, the stranger, the guest. Cole.
A local worker who wasn't much for words, and had agreed to come only after serious convincing. He stood near the door, shifting awkwardly, seemingly uneasy to step forward into the room.
"You can come in, Cole," Jeremy said assuringly.
"Huh, yeah man sure…" He walked in, adjusting his flannel shirt uncomfortably. "So do I just…"
"If Erin's ready, yeah. Are you ready?" Jeremy asked. She gave a nervous nod.
"Y-yeah! Ready."
"You're good to go, just do your thing," Jeremy said. Cole cleared his throat, eyeing Erin hungrily.
“You’re really okay with this?” he asked Jeremy again, thick fingers fidgeting at his belt.
“I am,” Jeremy said, leaning against the dresser. His arms were crossed. It was a strange feeling being the only person in the room who had done something like this before. A power shift that Jeremy wasn't used to. He didn’t blink as Cole finally undid his belt and dropped his jeans.
"And you're good with it?" He asked Erin.
"Of course," She said gently.
Upon seeing Cole approach her, Erin pulled her tank off. There was no bra underneath. Her nipples peaked in the cool air, and Jeremy felt his cock stir.
Cole climbed onto the bed and grabbed Erin's waist tightly. He pulled her close and kissed her, shoving his tongue down her throat. Erin kissed him back, awkwardly glancing at Jeremy as she did so. They fumbled through foreplay with short breaths. Cole prodded at her entrance, squeezed her perky breasts, grabbed handfuls of her ass. He pushed her onto her back and spread open her thighs. Jeremy watched Erin's eyes close as Cole shoved himself inside her.
“Oh fuck,” Erin gasped, gripping the comforter underneath her tightly as her eyes flew to Jeremy.
He stayed frozen in place, watching as Cole began to slam himself into Erin. His thrusts were hard, Erin's body rocked against him, breasts bouncing wildly as Cole’s thick hips hammered against her. Their flesh slapped against one another as the bed creaked violently beneath them.
“Oh god David,” Erin moaned. “Oh fuck!”
Cole looked confused. Jeremy smiled. The name hit like lightning. Her eyes stayed on him, even as Cole flipped her onto her stomach and drove into her from behind. The feral sounds of sex filled the room.
Slapping, panting, and moaning.
All accompanied by the rhythmic squeak of the headboard banging against the wall.
Jeremy stepped around the couple, stopping when he could see Cole's cock spreading Erin wide. His thoughts began to blur. The room began to disappear.
He saw David above Sage. Plowing into her on their bed at home. She was moaning for him, for David. Jeremy already knew that. She would always moan for him.
“Oh fuck!” Erin gasped, face buried in the mattress. Cole grunted above her, gripping her hips with white-knuckled hands while he slammed into her with everything he had.
Jeremy’s stomach turned in a strange, familiar way. The line between arousal and pain blurring into obsession and memory. His jaw clenched as Cole buried his cock in Erin, into Sage, into memory and fantasy.
Cole slowed and gave Erin's ass a hard slap. She jumped in response, panting heavily as she slowly thrust back into him. Cole glanced up at Jeremy, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“You’re just going to stand there, man?” he said, voice laced with uncomfortable laughter. “You ain’t gonna—? I don’t know, join in or something?”
Jeremy didn’t answer. In truth, he didn't know what to say.
Cole looked back at Erin, who smiled at him timidly.
"It's alright, we can keep going," She said.
"R-right," Cole glanced up at Jeremy uncomfortably, then continued. His pace was slow, uncertain. His hips jerked weakly, and with one final glance at Jeremy, stopped altogether.
“Shit,” he muttered, pulling out of Erin slowly. He looked down at himself as he stepped away from the bed. “Fuck. I lost it.”
Erin blinked, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked back at him. Her voice was soft. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no,” Cole waved a hand, embarrassed. “It’s just… weird. I thought it’d be hot, but…”
He looked between them, shifting awkwardly. Then, still half-dressed, began grabbing his things.
"Sorry, I have to get to work early tomorrow…"
Jeremy and Erin said nothing as he put himself together and, with a final awkward smile, went for the door.
It closed behind him with a hollow click.
Silence settled over the room.
Erin stayed on the bed, chest heaving, cheeks flushed. She looked over at Jeremy.
“I'm sorry I…” She stopped, shaking her head as she pulled her hair back.
Jeremy crossed the room and sat beside her, touching her thigh gently.
“It’s alright.”
Jeremy pulled Erin close beside him, her bare chest rubbing against his shirt. Jeremy traced lazy lines over her hip with the back of his knuckles.
Outside, a truck rolled by on the highway. The motel lights buzzed faintly above them. Erin curled into his side and rested her cheek against his chest.
Neither of them said a word.
But both felt it—the unspoken truth resting between them.
--
The motel’s breakfast lounge looked like it hadn’t changed since the nineties. Faded wallpaper, plastic-wrapped muffins in wicker baskets, and a sad little waffle iron with a laminated instruction sheet taped beside it. Erin sat across from Jeremy at a table near the window, sunlight cutting through the blinds in thin, golden lines.
She was wearing a hoodie again, this time zipped all the way up. Her hair was a little tangled, and her hands cradled a paper cup of motel coffee.
Jeremy picked apart a rubbery sausage patty with his fork. He glanced up at Erin, who had barely touched her bagel.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Erin smiled bashfully. “Am I that bad at hiding it?”
He nodded at her plate. “Well, you’ve barely touched your stale bagel.”
They laughed warmly. Erin tore a corner off the bagel and flicked it back onto the plate.
“Fair enough,” she said. “Guess I’m not as subtle as I thought.”
Jeremy leaned forward, his elbows resting on the cheap laminate table.
“I'm really sorry about last night,” He said.
“Don't be. I’m fine.” Erin gave a small smile. “Just thinking.”
Jeremy waited.
Erin sipped her coffee and stared out the window. The parking lot was empty except for a couple of trucks and a family hauling coolers into their car.
“It was fun,” she said finally. “But I don’t think I can do this forever, Jeremy.”
Jeremy didn’t flinch, only nodded.
“I know,” he said quietly. “You deserve better.”
"No!" Erin shook her head, setting her cup down. “No. Not better. Just… different.”
She looked at him with a gentle smile. Her voice was soft, but certain.
“You need someone who can keep up with your wild side. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Jeremy didn’t respond at first. He just watched the steam rise from her coffee.
“I've always wondered what was wrong with me. Since this all started. I thought I wanted normal, really,” he said eventually.
Erin grabbed his hand.
"There's nothing wrong with you."
"You're talking to the guy who just watched his girlfriend get bottomed out by a stranger in a motel."
Erin grinned. "I'm your girlfriend now?"
Jeremy blushed. "You know what I mean."
Erin smiled again, but it didn’t reach her eyes this time.
“I like you, Jeremy,” she said. “And I have loved everything you and I have explored together. Including last night. Honestly…” Her cheeks flushed faintly. “It was hot.”
Jeremy nodded. “It was.”
“But…” Erin picked at a crack in the table’s edge. “It was only a journey for me, not a destination. If that makes sense?”
“It does.”
“I’m not built for this,” she said. “Not long term. I like my world a little slower. A little quieter.”
"I know."
They sat in silence a while longer. Outside, the sun rose higher, and the last truck in the lot pulled out with a slow rumble. The quiet wrapped around them like a soft blanket, neither cold nor warm.
Jeremy looked up.
“I did like our time together,” he said.
Erin smiled. “Me too.”
"We would've made a cute couple."
"Oh, most definitely."
With no words left to say, they drained their coffee in silence and slipped out of the booth.
–
They walked along the parking lot's crumbling asphalt, shifting between the tall weeds that pushed through the cracks. A faded red vending machine buzzed against the stucco wall near the motel's office.
Jeremy walked Erin to her beat-up Toyota Stout. Erin paused by the door, the wind tugging at her hair. She fixed it with both hands, squinting into the light. The sun caught the edge of her cheekbone, making her lashes glow gold.
She stepped close and kissed Jeremy on the cheek.
“I like you, Jeremy,” she said again, firmer this time.
He looked at her. “I like you too.”
They stood, lingering too long. Two people who knew their moment was passing, and neither could stop it.
“I’m going to miss you,” Jeremy said.
Erin smiled sadly. “Well… if you ever want something a little more tame…” Her voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “You know where to find me.”
“I do.”
She pulled him into one last hug. Longer this time, and then slipped into the driver’s seat, and turned the key. Erin gave a small wave as the engine came to life.
Jeremy waved back, then watched her drive away, taillights blinking once before disappearing over the crest of the hill that led back to town.
The parking lot was quiet. Just the wind and the buzz of the vending machine behind him.
Jeremy slipped his hands into his jacket pockets, closing his eyes as the morning wind hit his face. The motel room key was still in his pocket. He thumbed it absentmindedly.
It had all been good. She’d been a kind escape, a fresh adventure. They had let each other wander.
But not aimlessly.
Something had snapped back into place last night. A reality that Jeremy realized still wasn't behind him.
There were things he wanted.
Things he needed.
And there was only one woman who could give it to him.
Jeremy shoved his hands into his jacket as he walked to the motel front office. He handed them the room key with a polite smile, then got into his car. With a deep sigh, he turned the engine on slowly, already knowing where the road would take him next.
Comments
Darrow
Fascinating. Jeremy may be the reason David manages to get back in the game.
northdrop
This was an essential chapter and I’m so glad it finally happened:) I was so stoked to see you had posted a new addition to your universe and was not disappointed. Whilst Sage and Jeremy’s relationship is far from idillic, they each provide the other with that essential spark and safely the other needs. I’m so ready for their reunion…it’s going to be amazing:)
