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Simon Pendleton Ch. 01

By: zef4600



Simon Pendelton Ch.1

Unless stated otherwise, all characters are over the age of 18.

August '08

"But I don't want to move!!!" screamed Cindy. "I'm just starting my junior year!"

This was going to turn out to be one of Cindy's major tantrums. Her mom, Mary Pendelton, had just informed her and her son, Simon that they would be moving to Minnesota. 

"I'm sorry honey, but we don't have a choice. I either had to accept the transfer or I would lose my job." Mary said. She looked at her seventeen year old daughter pleadingly. "Please don't act like this. It's going to be hard on all of us. I mean, look at your brother. This will be his senior year." Mary glanced at her eldest child. Simon had just turned eighteen back in June. He looked a lot like his father.

"It's ok, Ma." Simon spoke softly. Yelling would do no good. "I don't like this either, but there's no choice. We move or we may end up on the street. Can't say I want to leave Phoenix, but maybe it's the change we need." He glanced at his sister.

"I hate you both!!" Cindy stormed upstairs and slammed her door.

"Damn it, Cindy." Mary was getting frustrated. She headed for the stairwell.

"Hey. " Simon blocked the stairs from his mom. "I'll go talk to her. You stay here and try to relax." Simon turned around and bound up the stairs. Mary watched him go. Simon had had to become a man so quickly, she almost couldn't believe it. 

After Mary's husband left her three years ago for a younger woman, she thought everything was over. For two months, she was an emotional wreck. But when she came out of her depression, her little boy had taken over. The discipline he had learned from the previous five years of kung fu aided him in keeping the house in order. Simon took care of everything, from the bills to his sister and mother. Now he was Mary's rock. 

She feared the day he would finally leave. She didn't want to hold him back. She had done enough of that all ready. The only thing he had continued doing was kung fu. Everything else was just detritus, washed out to the sea. Mary sat down and cried a little more.

*****

"Hey sis." Simon knocked on Cindy's bedroom door. "Can I come in?" A muffled Go away was all he heard.

"Come on Cin." She hated that nickname. "Let's talk."

He waited a few minutes until he heard the door unlock. Simon opened the door in time to see his sister hop back onto her bed. He walked over to her desk and sat down in the chair.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked.

"No." Cindy pouted. "I just don't want to go."

"I feel the same way. All of our friends are here. We know this place. It's safe for us, despite everything that has happened." He looked down at his hands. "It's like that one song by Van Halen. Nothing stays the same but change. Eventually, we would have moved. Whether I would have left after graduation, or both of us, or all of us, it would have happened. The rock that resists the waters flow is eventually worn away. But the leaf that floats along the surface experiences new and wondrous travels."

"You and your fucking Zen shit. Does Confucius have a saying for everything?" Cindy looked up and smirked at her brother. God, she thought, if only he weren't. . .

"Probably, but I'll have to consult my book of '1,001Quotes of Confucius for Everyday Use'." He smiled back at her. "You should go apologize to Mom and start packing."

"Okay." She hopped off her bed and hugged her brother. "We can do this." They turned and left the room.

*****

It took them about a week to pack up the house. The realtor would let them know if and when the house was sold. After three days of driving, they arrived at their new house in Moorhead Minnesota. It was a nice two story home near the high school. It also had a basement that was partially converted into an apartment. Simon got to claim the basement, much to Cindy's disappointment. But it gave him space for a work out area for when it got cold later in the year.

A few days later, Simon was getting restless. He changed into a jogging suit, grabbed his headphones and iPod, and was heading out.

"Mom?" he yelled.

"What, honey." She yelled back.

"I'm going to head over and check out the high school. I'll be back in a bit." 

"Alright. Don't be gone too long. Love ya."

"Love ya too, ma."

Simon jogged off towards the high school. He had his iPod set on shuffle and was listening to Danzig's Twist of Cain when he arrived. He didn't know what it was but heavy metal always seemed to calm him down. Most people seemed to get more excited, but not him. He jogged around the school a few times to get the lay out before heading back home.

Instead of going inside, he went around back into the yard. It was a nice sized yard considering the area. The most notable feature though was the massive oak tree. It was situated right between their yard and their neighbor's. A wood fence ran from the back of the garage almost up to the tree. But the tree was too large, so the fence was shoddily finished with a chain link addition. Simon's mom had mentioned that all the previous owners of both properties preferred that the tree remain. Simon thought that was cool. It was a little bit of harmony in a very unharmonious world.

Simon crossed the yard to the tree. Under its branches, Simon took off his shirt and began a form of meditation techniques known as Tai Chi. One form flowed to the next as Simon's consciousness was swept away.

*****

Jodi Holden was just getting dressed when the new neighbor boy walked into his back yard. One of Jodi's bedroom windows looked out over the neighbor's backyard. She had seen the new boy a few times but this was her first real look. He took off his shirt and Jodi gasped. Oh my God, she thought. He is sooo hot. The closest word she could come up with to describe him was chiseled. He looked to be around 5'8" tall with almost no body fat. The only hair she saw, from the waist up any ways, was some dark stubble on his head like he had shaved it before. She was mesmerized as he moved slowly from one form to another. He was so graceful, it seemed impossible.

Absentmindedly, Jodi's right hand drifted towards her breast. She slowly caressed her nipple through her bra. She had never felt this way before. No boy had ever affected her this way. Well not by mere sight at least. The sensations from her nipple traveled down her spine. It took her a minute to realize that she was rubbing herself over her panties as well.

She quickly turned away from the sight. Holy crap!!! she thought. She couldn't believe it. She ceased her self-petting in order to gain control of herself. After several deep breaths, she had calmed down enough to turn back around. The boy was looking around as if he sensed something. Surprisingly, he looked up at her window. She wasn't sure if he could see her, but for a moment, their eyes met. He then looked away.

"I hope he still goes to school." she said quietly. 

"What was that honey?" Jodi quickly turned around. Jodi's mom had walked through the doorway with some laundry.

"Nuh-nothing." Jodi fumbled her robe closed. "Just talking to myself." When she looked back out the window, he was gone.

*****

Tuesday was the first day of school. Simon walked to school a little early. Cindy said she would have driven them, but he liked walking. He was wearing his favorite Disturbed t-shirt, a pair of black jeans and his black shoes. 

"Can I help you?" The lady spoke as Simon entered the school office. 

"Hi. My name is Simon Pendelton. " he said.

"Oh yes. I'm Mrs. Patterson. I'll be your counselor this year. Why don't you come into my office so we can set up your schedule." Mrs. Patterson gestured towards her door and Simon followed.

After exiting her office, Mrs. Patterson stopped Simon.

"Just to show that we're not as cold as our winters, I've gotten a student to help show you around the school. He should be here soon. Ah. . . there he is. Freddie? Come here and meet Simon. He just moved here from Arizona. "

Simon turned to see his clone, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof. The boy was about his height, but a little on the chubby side. The sides of his head were shaved but the top was grown out long and dyed black. He also had some pox mark scaring on his face. He was wearing some torn up jeans, a well used Misfits shirt, and some steel toed boots.

"Sup dude. Name's Frank Krueger, but everyone just calls my Freddie because I'm so pretty." He held out his hand. 

"Nice to meet you. " Simon shook Freddie's hand.

"Ow! Fuck dude. You've got one hell of a grip. Now I won't be able to jerk off tonight." Freddie shook out his hand with humorously pained expression.

"Frank." Mrs. Patterson looked at Freddie. "Watch your language."

"Sorry Mrs. P." he grinned. "I'll be good." He turned to Simon. "So let's see your class sheet and get you going." They exited the office.

*****

Freddie told Simon to meet him for lunch. After purchasing his food, Simon searched around the area. A swath of darkness caught his eye. Within that swath was a wildly flailing arm. 

"Dude, how's it going so far?" Freddie said. "Meet the Ragged Refuse. This is Sam, Leslie, and Doofus. . . I mean Derek. Everyone, this is Simon."

"Sit and spin dick-spank." The big man Freddie called Doofus/Derek flipped him off.

"Can't we at least be called something cooler?" Leslie, a cute brunette, spoke up. "The Ragged Refuse sucks."

"So, where ya from?" the tall blond guy named Sam asked.

"Phoenix. My mom got transferred up here. So it was move, live on the streets, or live with my dad. My preferences descend . . ." Simon stopped speaking as his attention was drawn elsewhere.

It was like a scene from a movie. Everything was in slow-mo. The camera, starting at the feet, slowly panned upwards. It began with a pair of nicely shaped legs, which converged at pair of tight denim shorts. The camera continues up to a way too small white t-shirt wrapping itself around a beautiful set of breasts. But those gave way to a gorgeous face set with two fabulous blue eyes, surrounded by a frame of shoulder length red hair. Simon could do nothing but stare. Forever.

"Oh. You noticed her." Leslie fumed. "Miss Thang does that to every guy in school even the teachers." Leslie spotted the other two guys staring as well. "Even those who already have girlfriends." She punched Sam on the shoulder.

"Sorry hon." Sam said sheepishly. "Had to see what the fuss was about. Besides, look at poor Simon. I think his brain shut down. Well . . . at least the top one anyways."

"Who?" was all Simon could say.

"That would be the captain of the volleyball team, the one and only Miss Jodi Holden." Freddie flourished a bow in her direction. "At least I'm assuming that's who you mean. The other one is the lunch lady, Miss Beeks."

"Damn." Simon shook his head to clear it. "That has got to be demonic because God would never let that out of Heaven and Satan's just the kind of prick who would."

"I told you she was evil." said Leslie.

"I'd be willing to turn to the dark side if I could get one of those." Derek spoke around his food.

"Dude, when you stand up, we all turn to the dark side cause you block the Sun." snickered Freddie.

"Hey fuck you man!" Derek tried to stand quickly but decided not to prove Freddie's point.

Simon just stared. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her. She turned in his direction and briefly caught his eye before he could turn away and sit. Jodi he thought. The rest of the day passed in a blur.

*****

"Who's the gawker?" Sasha, one of Jodi's friends since elementary school, looked over at Simon. "He might be cute if he could close his mouth."

Jodi turned to look. Her eyes briefly caught his before he looked away and sat. Her heart skipped a beat. Then a second one before it restarted.

Jodi gasped. "Oh my God, it's him."

Vera, another of her friends, looked up. "You mean the stud that moved in next door? The guy you've been drooling over these past couple of days?" She spotted him. "Pass the napkin. I need to clean up my own drool."

"Dibs!" Sasha yelled.

"What do you mean dibs?" Jodi scowled. "I saw him first so if anyone has dibs, it's me."

"Yeah, but you're already dating Evan so you're disqualified." Sasha smirked.

"Not for much longer if he keeps pushing it. All he wants to do is get in my pants." 

"I can't blame him there." Sasha smiled. "It's been a week since I've been in your pants and I can't wait to get back." She reached over and pinched Jodi's butt eliciting a yelp from her. 

"Jesus! You insatiable little nymph." Jodi smiled as well, thinking back.

"Speaking of Jodi's pants, how about a sleepover this weekend. You can introduce us to your neighbor." Vera continued to look at Simon.

"I haven't even said hi to him myself yet." Jodi squirmed.

"WHAT??? You've got a 'Hottie McHottie' living next door and you haven't even met him yet?" Sasha feigned a surprised look on her face. "We have got to fix this."

"Oh no, I don't need you guys embarrassing me in front of him." Jodi glanced back up at him and saw Evan heading her way. "Ix-nay on the ottie-hay!" she whispered loudly.

"What's going on ladies?" Evan Anderson, captain and star of the basketball team, walked over and sat down. "Talking about me again?"

"Nope. Just setting up a get together at Jodi's this weekend." Sasha piped up looking at Jodi.

"Cool. Can I come?" Evan smiled like the cat that ate the bird.

"Not a chance. Girls only." Vera stood up. "We better get to class."

"Come on, Honey. I thought we'd have a little alone time this week end." Evan pouted. "You know. You, me, a little bow-chicka-bow-wow." Evan put his arms around Jodi.

"Not now, Evan. I've got to go." Jodi pushed him away. She looked around but the new guy was gone. "I'll call you later."

"Yeah. Whatever." Evan stalked off.

*****

Simon was leaving the school when he spotted his sister in the parking lot.

"Hey Cindy!" he shouted. "Wait up!" He jogged over to her car.

"What?" Cindy stood by the door of her '99 Toyota Corolla. 

"What? I can't say hi? I haven't seen you all day and this is the attitude I get?" he pouted but could only hold it for a few seconds before smiling again. "Plus, I'd like a ride home if that's ok."

"I suppose since we're going the same direction." She grinned.

"And who might this delectable little morsel be? You neglected to tell me you had a girlfriend already, Simon." Freddie came sauntering up behind Simon.

"She's not my girlfriend, dumbass. This is my younger sister, Cindy. Cindy, this overdramatic jackass is Freddie." 

"Greetings and salutations my dear." Freddie once again made a flourishing bow. "I am enchanted and delighted to meet you."

"Overdramatic is putting it lightly, I think. More 'Shatnerish' if I were to label it." Cindy did smile though, with a slight blush.

"When one is as pretty as I, one is required to speak with a silver tongue." Freddie smiled at Cindy.

"More like a forked tongue." said Simon.

"Any-who. What are you up to this weekend? I know where a party is going down." Freddie asked.

"Sorry. We'll have to rain check. We still have some unpacking and settling in to do." Simon said.

"Your loss. If you change your mind, you've got my number." Turning to Cindy, he said "You can also have my number, in case there is anything you would like to do to me. . . I mean, together." He smiled and handed a slip of paper to Cindy. Cindy simply blushed more.

"See ya later." Simon got into the car shaking his head.

"Bye." Freddie spun around and left.

"He seems nice." Cindy continued watching Freddie.

"He's ok. Just watch yourself. He does have a silver tongue." Simon said.

Cindy just smiled.

*****

"So you've been living next to this guy for a couple of weeks and you haven't made any kind of move toward him?" Vera sat on Jodi's bed. The cute blond was wearing a long t-shirt and a pair of skimpy white panties. It had taken little time for them to find out his name: Simon Pendelton.

Jodi just looked embarrassed. She had watched Simon a few times as he exercised in his back yard. She had even masturbated once while thinking about him. She thought for sure the whole block had heard her scream from that orgasm.

"I just don't know what to do around him. It's weird. I've never felt this way about anyone. I mean, even with Evan, I wasn't this uncomfortable around a guy. There's just something about him." Jodi turned and looked out her window towards Simon's house. 

"Uh, oh." Sasha crawled up behind Jodi. "I think someone has had her first experience with love at first sight." Sasha reached down into the front of Jodi's sweatpants. "Damn. Just thinking of him has gotten you soaked. Mmmm, yummy." Sasha licked her fingers after pulling them out.

"Oh, geez." Jodi shuddered at Sasha's touch. "You need to stop doing that."

"Why? I know you like it." Sasha shoved her hand back down Jodi's pants and started to rub the front of her under wear. "I bet you wish I was Simon, don't you. I bet you wish it was his hand that was rubbing you." Sasha's other hand moved up to Jodi's breast. She started to rub Jodi's nipple.

"Oh God! Don't stop!" Jodi squeezed her eyes shut due to the immense pleasure.

Sasha rubbed vigorously over Jodi's panty covered clitoris and pinched her nipple. Jodi began to wiggle against her. Sasha knew what would send Jodi over the top. She began slowly licking up Jodi's neck. Jodi peeked as Sasha nibbled her earlobe.

"Ooooooooo!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Jodi yelped in orgasm and collapsed to her knees.

"Now that's not fair." Vera took off her shirt. "You're not supposed to start without me."

Vera pressed herself up against Sasha. She kissed her friend fiercely. Their tongues battled back and forth between their mouths. Sasha broke the kiss and trailed her tongue down Vera's neck to her chest. Vera's breasts were a little on the small side, size 24A, but her nipples were extremely sensitive. One swipe from Sasha's tongue and Vera was nearly panting.

"Oh please suck on them!" Vera begged. Sasha wrapped her lips around Vera's right nipple and began sucking and licking it. Vera moaned happily. The real surprise came when Jodi started licking Vera's left breast. "God, don't you dare fucking stop!" Vera nearly screamed.

Sasha elbowed Jodi lightly. When Jodi turned, Sasha began lowering her hand down Vera's stomach. Smiling, Jodi began to lower her hand down Vera's back. Neither of them removed their mouths form Vera's body. With a wink, Sasha entered Vera's dripping pussy from the front with two fingers. Jodi, from behind, did the same. Vera would have screamed but no sound came out of her mouth. 

Sensing the change in Vera's body, Sasha moved back up to her mouth and plunged her tongue inside. A muffled scream was torn from Vera's lungs as her body was overwhelmed in sensation. Sasha clasped her arm around her friend's little waist before her legs could give out. They stood there for a few more seconds while Vera's orgasm rode her like a bronco. Vera collapsed in a boneless heap onto the floor.

"That's what you get for complaining." Jodi whispered into her friend's ear.

"Complain, complain, complain." Vera said sleepily. She had a very satisfied smile on her face.

Jodi looked over at Sasha. "And as for you, little miss instigator."

"What?" Sasha smiled angelically. "I swear I'm innocent of all charges, your honor. I had absolutely nothing to do with my friends collapsing in orgasmic bliss." Sasha began sliding backwards to the head of Jodi's bed. Despite the mock fear in her voice, her eyes glittered in anticipation.

"Fortunately for you, the court cannot show any mercy in this matter." Jodi crawled from the foot of the bed towards Sasha. "You are guilty of corruption in the first degree." Jodi slid up between Sasha's spread legs. "Your punishment must be swift and decisive." Jodi grabbed Sasha's pink thong underwear and viciously pulled them down. Jodi stopped a few inches above Sasha's steaming, hairless sex.


Simon Pendleton Ch. 01



"Please . . .please. I've been so naughty." Sasha whimpered at seeing Jodi's face hovering a short distance away from her. "I must be punished." Jodi lightly blew across Sasha's outer lips. "Please punish ME!" Sasha screamed as Jodi dove into her, tongue first.

Having practiced on her friend for a while now, Jodi knew exactly the spots to get at for maximum effectiveness. She started on the outside, licking and sucking on the outer lips. Sasha mewled like a kitten. Jodi slowly encircled Sasha's thighs with her arms. After locking her in place, Jodi's fingers slowly spread Sasha's outer lips. Jodi began licking from top to bottom in long strokes, but avoiding Sasha's clit.

"Please. It feels so good. I don't want you to stop, but you keep avoiding my clit. I can't take much more." Sasha was writhing on the bed now. Jodi smiled knowingly. She had a surprise for her naughty friend.

Jodi planted her lips on Sasha's clit and sucked it in. "Oh God that's the spot!" screamed Sasha. Jodi moved her right hand back under Sasha's leg and placed to fingers at the entrance of her pussy. "Yes! Do it! Please!"

Jodi lifted her head. "I'm sorry did you say. . . mmpff!" Jodi's quip was cut off as Sasha grabbed her head and pushed it back in between her legs. 

"Shut up and Fuck Me, God damn it!!!"

Jodi obliged by shoving three of her fingers into Sasha's dripping vagina. Sasha growled as she felt the insertion. "Faster! Faster you fucking tease!"

Jodi sucked vigorously on Sasha's clit while rapidly finger fucking her. After a few minutes, Jodi removed her ring finger. She moved it slightly lower and placed it at the entrance of Sasha's anus. "What are you. . . OH JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST!" 

Whatever Sasha was going to say was forgotten when Jodi penetrated her rectum. It was tight, but Sasha's girl juice lubed it nicely. Jodi got her finger up to the second knuckle before Sasha began to clench up in orgasm. She couldn't move her ring finger in or out but continued curling her other two fingers inside Sasha as quickly as possible. Sasha began to thrash violently.

Jodi removed her face from in between Sasha's legs, but still could not remove her hand. She moved her other hand to her own pussy and fingered it quickly. "Oh Sasha!!" she said out loud. But in her mind she said Oh Simon!!

As Sasha finally returned to earth, she unclenched enough to release Jodi's finger. Jodi collapsed on top of her raven haired friend. "Looks like I need to be naughty more often." said Sasha. She smiled briefly at her friend before falling asleep in Jodi's arms. Jodi cuddled up and slept as well.

Later that night, Jodi awoke. She unwound herself from her friend. She wasn't sure why but she climbed quietly to her window. She looked out. Somehow, she was not surprised by what she saw. She stared intently, her hand pressed against the window. 

*****

Simon awoke from sleep in an instant. He had tossed and turned all night, caught in the throes of a way too vivid wet dream. Drenched in sweat, he got out of bed. He needed air. He climbed his steps and walked outside his side door. The cool night air was refreshing on his sweaty skin. Simon closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Without realizing it, he had turned towards the neighbor's house. Opening his eyes, he saw a head appear in the window. A vision of loveliness took shape before him. Her disheveled red hair cascaded down her shoulders. She pressed a hand against the window, as if trying to reach him. The intensity of her eyes caused a shiver down his spine. Or was it the night air? He didn't care.



Simon Pendleton Ch. 02



Unless stated otherwise, all characters are over the age of 18.

*

Sept. '08

Simon watched as she lowered her mouth ever closer to his hard shaft. It was so stiff he thought it would burst from the pressure. When her tongue lightly grazed the tip, he felt certain that he would explode right there. Her smoldering eyes glanced up at him. He couldn't see her face, but knew she was smiling, enjoying the torture. Her red hair swayed in some unseen breeze.

"Too bad I can't finish this." she said. Simon looked perplexed. "It's time for you to get up." She moved away and melted into the darkness. He reached for her. . .

*****

"It's time for you to get up." A hand was gently shaking him. Still half asleep, he grabbed the hand and kissed it.

"Don't go." He mumbled. Mary flushed with embarrassment. Her son's alarm had been going off for the past ten minutes. Normally, Simon would have been up right away, but lately he had not been sleeping well. He constantly seemed to be in another world. For a kid that was usually so focused, this was quite a change.

Mary's embarrassment changed to excitement as her son kissed her hand. It had been three years since her divorce and at least two more years before that, since she had felt any kind of physical contact with a man. The sensual kisses from her son to her hand were causing Mary to lose her self-control.

This isn't right, she thought. He's your son. She still didn't move as his kisses moved up her arm. He started to pull her down onto his bed. That action caused her to pull away. She crossed Simon's room to his stereo and turned off his alarm. Moving away from him was probably the hardest thing she had ever done.

"HEY!!" Mary clapped her hands as she yelled. Simon seemed to come fully around at the sound. Seeing his mom, and feeling his hardness under his blanket, caused him to cover up a little more. Mary quickly realized that she had been staring at the tent formed under his blanket. She turned to the stairs, hopefully concealing the location of her stare.

"You're gonna be late if you don't get up now." Mary glanced back at her son. Just to be sure he was actually getting up she told herself. Her gaze lingered briefly as she sighed. She smiled at him. "Hurry up, sleepy-head."

"Yeah. Sorry, I'm getting up." The dream had been so real. Her hair, those eyes. The feeling of her skin still seemed to tingle on his lips. He could almost smell her in the room. He rubbed his face to wake himself.

Seeing the clock, Simon leapt into action. He dressed himself in record time. He was heading out the door with his sister when Mary stopped them.

"Come home right after school, you two. We're having company tonight and I need your help cleaning up the place."

"What? When was this set up?" Simon asked, confused.

"I've been talking about this since Wednesday. Our neighbors are coming over for a house warming party. I thought we could have a cookout while it's still nice out." Mary looked at Simon. "You've been so out of it lately, I'm not surprised you forgot."

"Just make sure you are home after school, okay? I'd like to make a good impression, since we'll be living here a while."

Simon and Cindy walked out to her car. Simon stopped momentarily as realization set in. Neighbors, he thought, that means the Holden's from next door. That means. . .

"You okay, bro?" Cindy asked. 

"Yeah, fine. I'm still waking up I guess." Simon smiled weakly at his sister.

"Well, get in. We're almost late as it is."

*****

"So what are you doing tonight?" Freddie had met up with Simon at lunch as usual. "I once again have an invite to a really bad ass party. You up for it?"

"Sorry, my mom is apparently having a house warming party tonight. I have to be there, mores the pity." Simon replied. They sat down at the table with Sam and Leslie.

"Bummer, man. You really need to find some time to come out, dude. Otherwise you're gonna end up as a social outcast like the rest of these guys." Freddie gestured to the rest of the gang seated at the lunch table.

"This statement coming from 'Captain Outcast' himself. The only all-star on the team four years running." Sam gestured as well but with fewer fingers.

"That is why I get invited. It's good to be the king." Freddie smiled.

"Yeah, well, being the rookie on the team, I still get stuck doing the shit jobs." Simon began eating.

"If I was him," Leslie interjected "I'd want to stay home as well."

Sam and Freddie looked perplexed at this statement. Simon just hunched lower, knowing what was coming. "What do you mean?" Sam said.

"Don't you know?" Leslie stared back at both Sam and Freddie. "Simon lives next door to 'Miss Thang' herself." She looked at Simon. "You didn't tell them that did you?"

Simon swallowed loudly. "Gee look at the time. Only fifteen minutes till class. I better get going." He grabbed his tray and got up to leave.

"Hold on a minute, Pendelton. You mean to tell us that you've been living next to the hottest girl in school and never bothered to mention this?" Freddie sputtered. "And here I thought we were friends."

"I didn't deliberately deceive you. Call it an omission due to oversight. Plus I knew if I told you, my home would turn into 'Voyeur Central'." Simon gathered his things. "Besides, if you've got a party to go to, I'm sure she does as well and won't even be there."

*****

"Jodi." Sasha spoke up as her friend sat at the table. "Are you going to Bomber's party tonight? I heard his parents are going to be out of town till Sunday."

"Can't. I'm going with my parents to a house warming party." Jodi shifted nervously. She knew Sasha wouldn't leave it alone.

"Really? And just where is this 'party' taking place?" Sasha stared at Jodi. "Wait. Don't tell me. It's at HIS house, isn't it."

Jodi just sat there for a moment before nodding.

"You lucky bitch. You finally got the excuse you needed to introduce yourself." Sasha sat back. "Well, if you do hook up, you better dish later."

"Jesus, Sash, it's not like I'm going to an orgy. At the very least, my parents and his are going to be there. Besides, I doubt he's gonna make more than a token appearance, at best. I'll probably just shake his hand and that will be it." Jodi was hoping for it to be a little more than just that.

*****

Simon had been busy since he got home. He and Cindy had to go to the store to buy some last minute things. Simon then got stuck outside setting up the grill. It was an older grill, but Simon preferred using charcoal over gas anyways. The coals had taken on a nice glow when the doorbell rang.

"I got it, Ma." Yelled Cindy.

Simon looked in through the patio doors and saw the Holden family walk in. Mr. Holden, Greg as he would later find out, was about six feet tall and a bit over weight. He entered first with a warm smile and a bottle of red wine. Mrs. Holden, Pamela, was next at maybe five and a half feet tall and, while some might say pudgy, Simon would define her as curvy. 

What surprised him the most was the last person who entered. He was surprised, though not displeased, to see Jodi. She was wearing a not-too-tight white sweater and black too-tight denim jeans. Her hair framed her face magnificently. He could discern just a small hint of make-up, nothing gaudy, just enough to enhance her looks all the more. He caught himself staring.

Damn Simon, he thought to himself. Get a grip. She probably won't even say hi. She has a boyfriend anyways so there's no shot there. Simon placed some burgers and brats on the grill, closed it, wiped his hands, and walked inside.

"And this is my son, Simon. I believe he's in your grade this year, Jodi." Mary introduced him to the Holden's, having come down while Simon wasn't looking. He shook hands with Mr. Holden.

"Quite a grip you've got there, son." Mr. Holden shook out his hand. Most of the men Simon had shook hands with had said similar things. It seemed like it was a test, just to gauge the strength of the other male. Simon got a brief hug from Mrs. Holden. "Just call me Pam." Simon liked her instantly.

"Hi. I'm Jodi. I don't believe we've been formally introduced." She stood there with her hand extended. Gingerly, Simon clasped her hand so as not to bruise her porcelain skin. "Simon." He gasped finally, expelling a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "Pleased to meet you."

Jodi felt a slight jolt when he touched her hand. She hoped it wasn't just static electricity. He was actually a lot cuter up close, being only slightly taller than her. At that point another family was walking up to the door. Reluctantly, Jodi released Simon's hand. Simon then introduced himself to the Johnson's from across the street.

"If you will excuse me, I just put some food on the grill." Simon turned away to head outside. It was a little cooler outside and Simon needed it. Simon checked the meat then sat on the bench outside. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.

"Need help with anything?" Simon looked up, startled. Jodi was standing in the door way. "Sorry. I didn't mean to spook you." Her smile was like a sunrise to him.

"Uh, no. No problem, I just didn't hear you coming out." He stood up and checked the grill again. Anything so he didn't just sit there and stare.

"Sorry but I think I'm below the minimum age limit for your living room right now." She joked as she walked out. Simon looked back in and saw the 'adults' conversing.

"I see what you mean." He grinned and looked down. "Uh . . . can I get you something to drink?"

"A soda would be nice, whatever kind."

"No problem. I'll be right back." Simon left briefly. Jodi hoped that she didn't seem as nervous as he did. Her heart was beating rapidly as she sat down.

"Here you go." Simon returned with a can of Coke.

"Thank you." Jodi accepted the soda and drank. They sat in silence for a while.

"So. . ."

"Do you. . ."

They both spoke at the same time and then stopped. They laughed.

"It's almost like a scene from a bad romantic comedy." Jodi said.

The tension seemed to lessen a little as Simon smiled at her. "Yeah, 'Moody in Moorhead' instead of 'Sleepless in Seattle'."

Simon liked the sound of her giggle. They continued to talk about unimportant things for a while until the food was cooked. Jodi held the plate as Simon placed the food onto it. Jodi yelped as some grease splattered her hand.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry." Simon grabbed a wet wash cloth and pressed it on her hand. He carefully wiped the grease off of her. For the briefest of moments, Simon's hand lingered on her hand. Jodi felt another tingle but this one was much lower than before. Simon looked up and blushed at seeing her blush as well. He removed his hand and took the plate from her. Jodi held the wash cloth in place over the burn.

"Don't worry," she said, "It's not bad. I don't think I'll need medical attention."

"Darn. No mouth-to-mouth?" Simon blanched as he realized what he just said. "Wait. I didn't mean. . ."

"It's ok." Jodi giggled again and walked towards the door. She stopped just in front of it and turned around. "You'll be the first to know if I need it." She smiled and walked inside.

Simon stood there for a moment, digesting what she had said. After passing it through his colon, her words were translated into what he thought were to be harmless flirting. She couldn't really mean anything by it, he thought. He walked in with the food. 

*****

Dinner went well. Cindy took Amanda, the Johnson's daughter, up to check out her room afterwards. Simon, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, went outside to check on the coals in the grill. Jodi excused herself to help him. She applied some extra lip gloss before going out.

"So. Not big on discussing the war in the middle-east?" Jodi joked as she sat down on the bench next to him.

"No, not really." He smiled as he scooted over to make some extra room for her.

"You don't need to move away." Jodi had decided that she might need to be a little aggressive with him. "I don't bite. Usually." She looked at him. Simon, blushing, glanced at her and shifted a little closer. "Gee, is it my breath or just me in general?"

"OH! Uh, neither. I, uh, didn't want to, uh, you know, crowd you, or, uh, impose or anything." Simon stuttered.

"It's okay. I think I can handle myself. Were you planning on imposing yourself on me?" She looked at him. Look into my eyes, she thought with a bad Dracula accent.

"No, of course not. I just. . ." Simon turned and his train of thought smashed into the side of a mountain. Her intense green eyes stared at him from inches away. Flashes from last night's dream ran through his head. These were the same eyes, the ones he saw from her window the previous night.

Jodi decided to take the initiative. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips slightly. She leaned forward and met . . . nothing. Confused, Jodi opened one eye. Simon had turned away and was staring at his hands. This was a first.

"What's up?" Jodi said quietly. She reached out a hand and placed it on his.

"Nothing. It's just that. . . You see, I've never. . ." Simon stumbled embarrassingly over the words he wanted to say.

"You've never what?" It took Jodi a few seconds to figure it out. "You mean you've never kissed a girl before?" Was he serious?

"I've never done anything with a girl before." Simon blushed profusely.

"Why not? You're not gay, are you?" She said it teasingly.

"No, I'm not gay. It's just. . . After my father left, I never had the time for a social life." He turned back to her. "I had to get a job to help with the bills, several jobs actually. I went to school, worked out at the dojo, and went to work. I didn't have time for anything else, so my social life was left by the wayside. The difference here is that my mom is making a little more money and our bills are not as much, so I don't have to get a job if I don't want to."

"So you're telling me you're a virgin. In almost every area." This thought excited Jodi immensely.

"Pretty much." Simon didn't turn away.

Jodi placed her hands on either side of his face. She tilted her head to the side and pulled Simon closer. She pressed her lips to his. Simon, stunned briefly, quickly began to kiss her back. Her lips were soft and eager. She tasted slightly of strawberry lip gloss. Being mostly clueless, he just started copying what Jodi was doing. He moved one of his hands onto her thigh.

Jodi broke the kiss after a few minutes. She was slightly flushed. She had never been this turned on from just kissing, even with tongue.

"Wow." It was all Simon could say.

"Thank you. You weren't so bad yourself." Jodi smiled. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you kiss like a girl."

"What do you mean?" 

"You were soft and gentle, not forceful. You didn't just shove your tongue down my throat and try to swallow my head. It was nice."

"And I suppose you have a lot of experience in the department of kissing girls?" Simon grinned.

"Well. . ." Jodi stopped and grinned.

"Wait. Are you serious?" Simon leaned away slightly.

"Why? Does it disgust you?" Jodi thought she might have errored by admitting this to him so soon.

Simon thought for a moment and said, "Actually, no. Honestly," Simon grinned, "I think it's kinda hot." Simon looked away briefly. "So. Anyone I know that you've practiced with?"

"Maybe. If you behave, I might introduce you." Jodi grinned.

"I'll behave, but I'll still need more practice." Simon turned back to her. This time, he initiated the kiss. Simon was more expressive as they kissed, feeling his way. Jodi moaned quietly into his mouth. He moved his hand from her thigh up towards her face. Her mouth opened and she lightly brushed her tongue across his lips.

Surprised, Simon parted his lips as well. Jodi thrust her tongue into his mouth. She grasped the back of Simon's head and pulled him closer. Following her lead, Simon began thrusting his tongue into her mouth. A war of tongues commenced with each side gaining and losing territory rapidly. Jodi moaned louder this time.

Losing herself within the passionate kiss, Jodi turned her body and straddled Simon without breaking their connection. She writhed against him, nearing a state of nigh-unquenchable excitement. Her hands rubbed vigorously over the stubble of Simon's scalp. Simon reached up, grabbed her hair and pulled her back slowly. He broke the kiss briefly and began licking alongside her neck, making quiet slurping sounds. Jodi mewled at the sensations but went back to kissing him when he released her hair. She felt his hands grab her ass, his fingers kneading into her denim covered flesh. "Oh God. Please don't stop." She whispered.

Those were, unfortunately, the key words to make him stop. Simon, unsettled by these rapidly changing events, released Jodi's ass and grabbed her shoulders. He gently, yet forcefully, pushed her back. They were both breathing heavily as Jodi opened her eyes, a look of disappointment on her face.

"I think we need to slow down here." Simon gasped. Jodi, realizing where she was, got off of Simon's lap. She couldn't help but notice the straining bulge in his pants. She blushed. Not because of him, but because she had never lost control like that before. 

Noticing his blush as well, she said, "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me."

"It's fine. I think we both got a little carried away." Simon shifted uncomfortably. He couldn't believe the effect this girl was having on him. He wasn't sure if he should be afraid or just go with it.

"Shit. My sister's coming." Simon said. They got busy straightening themselves up.

*****

"Mom? Where's Simon?" Cindy had just come down stairs with Amanda.

"I think he went outside to get some air." Mary was slightly distracted as she was very interested in the conversation she was having with her neighbors.

Cindy headed towards the patio doors. She stopped not more than ten feet from the most erotic scene she had ever witnessed in her short life. Jodi Holden was straddling Simon and vigorously making out with him. Cindy watched him maul Jodi's ass. Cindy wasn't quite sure, but she thought she heard Jodi tell Simon not to stop.

Cindy stared. She unconsciously began rubbing herself through her jeans. If only it were me, she thought.

"Oh my God!" Cindy was brought out of her trance when Amanda, whom she hadn't known followed her, gasped. "This is gonna be big news at school on Monday. Jodi's cheating on her boyfriend with your brother!" Cindy noticed they had stopped making out as Jodi got off of Simon's lap.

"Come on, back into the living room." Cindy ushered Amanda out.

"But I want to watch." Amanda pouted.

"It's not gonna be good for either of us if they catch us gawking."

After getting Amanda out of the way, Cindy walked back to the patio. She saw them fix themselves up quickly, but pretended not to notice.

"Hey, I think everyone's getting ready to leave. Simon, you should come say good bye to everyone." Cindy abruptly turned around and walked off.

"I wonder what her problem is now?" Simon shrugged. Turning to Jodi, he said, "I hope we'll get a chance to finish this." He extended his hand to help her up.

"Oh we'll definitely finish this." Jodi gratefully took his hand as she stood up. "But later, much later." Seeing no one looking their way, she quickly kissed him one last time. "Definitely. But let's keep this little incident to ourselves for now. I technically still have a boyfriend. Good thing I was planning on breaking up with him next week."

Good-byes were said as Simon shook hands with everyone. For some reason, Amanda blushed profusely when shaking his hand. His eyes lingered on Jodi as she followed her parents out. She glanced back one last time and smiled as he closed the door.

*****

Walking up to the school doors Wednesday morning, he noticed a group of three girls standing off to the side. They weren't in his grade, so he didn't know them, but they appeared to know him. They had been talking, but stopped as he walked pass. 




Simon Pendleton Ch. 02



They just stared at him, two of them looked pissed, but one was kind of checking him out. Similar incidents occurred all day. Girls he'd never met would either say 'hi' to him as he passed or would turn up their noses. A month of nothing and now it seemed that every girl in school not only knew him, but also had made up their mind on whether they'd screw him.

"What the fuck is going on?" Simon expressed vehemently.

"Do you really not know?" Leslie stopped on her way to class upon hearing him. "You're the fucking talk of the whole school."

Simon stared at her.

"God, guys are such idiots. You, Jodi, super make-out session, anything here ringing a bell?"

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah. Apparently, someone let slip that you and her were making out at some party on Friday night." Leslie looked him over for a second. "It's true, isn't it."

"Sort of." Simon blushed slightly. "But I don't think she would have told anyone and I know I didn't. You're the first person I've admitted it to. Who else . . . Shit. Cindy. She must have caught us and spread it around school. Son of a bitch!"

"You made your bed, now sleep with it. Or her." Leslie walked off to class.

*****

"What the fuck is going on, Jodi?"

Simon heard the shout from across the parking lot. He spotted Jodi amongst the cars talking with Evan. Jodi had her arms crossed and was looking down at the ground. Fuck, he thought, when it rains . . . Simon started walking in their direction. Evan was making enough of a scene that half the school was watching.

"Calm down, Evan. You're making a scene." Jodi glanced around. She saw dozens of people watching them argue.

"Calm down? I get back into town after a weekend with my family, find out that my girl's been swapping spit some bald-headed fuck-tard and you tell me to calm down?" Evan threw his hands in the air. "Geez, did ya fuck him too?"

"Screw you, asshole!" Jodi had had enough. "What I do and who I do it with is no longer any of your concern. Consider us over!"

Evan grabbed Jodi's arm. "Oh, no. I tell YOU when we are over, not the other way around."

"Stop it! You're hurting me!" Jodi knocked Evan's hand away but not without it leaving marks. She landed hard on the ground.

"That's enough Evan!" Simon dropped his book bag near the car. "You got a problem? Bring it up to me not her."

"Yeah I got a fucking problem! But that'll be gone when I kick your fucking ass." 

"You don't want to do that, Evan." Simon spoke quietly, in contrast to Evan's yelling.

"And why the FUCK not! " Evan yelled. "You think you can take me?"

"Yes. But that's beside the point." Simon walked forward, interposing himself between Evan and Jodi. "The simple fact is this: If Jodi wanted to, she could go to the principal. Those marks on her arm are plenty enough evidence to get you suspended at least, if not expelled. There are also dozens of witnesses. This being your senior year, it would seriously hamper your college prospects."

Evan looked around, noticing the crowd that had gathered. "They wouldn't say anything against me. I'm the only chance this school has to win a state title."

"Option two is that we fight. At the very least, we both get suspended for fighting on school grounds, possibly expelled. Either way, I can guarantee that no matter what might happen to me, you would not be able to continue playing basketball. Ever." Simon simply stared serenely. "Think about your decision carefully."

Evan locked his gaze on Simon. He towered over him, shaking with rage. Simon just stood, unmoving. After a few seconds though, he backed off. "This isn't over, shithead. I'll be coming for you." 

"I know," Simon said. Evan backed up, turned and walked off.

Simon turned to Jodi. "Are you ok?" he said, holding out his hand.

"I'm fine." She took his hand and stood up. "Thanks."

"Come on," he said, picking up his book bag, "I'll walk you home, if you don't mind."

"I'd like that." She smiled.

*****

The walk home was quiet and subdued. Both Simon and Jodi were a little tense after the confrontation with Evan. Jodi was also upset with herself. She had planned to break it off with Evan eventually, but not like this. Not because of something like this. She liked Simon, maybe a little too much. She glanced sidelong at Simon. She couldn't read him. She hoped he still liked her.

Simon, in contrast, felt exhilarated. Outside, he was as calm as he could be. Inside, he was doing back flips. He wasn't a bully and never intended to use his skills against another person. But this was different, exciting. He didn't even make a move and the other guy backed off. Bruce Lee called it "the art of fighting without fighting." But it was so cool that it worked. They arrived at their respective residences within forty minutes.

"I hope you're feeling okay." Simon said. They were standing in front of his house.

"I could use a drink. And some company, if you don't mind. I'm still a little shaky." Jodi hugged herself.

"Not at all. Please, come in." Simon walked her to the door and went inside. In the kitchen, he got a glass of water for Jodi. "Thank you," she said gratefully.

"So. You've got a nice house here, but where's your room?" she asked.

"I live downstairs." He started walking towards his stairs. "The previous owners had it converted to a separate apartment to rent out. I have access to the main house and a separate entrance as well." He escorted her down to his room. Jodi was impressed. The main living area contained his bed, dresser, TV, and stereo. The space normally reserved as the bedroom, was converted into a workout room.

"Nice place." Jodi commented. "Do you bring all your rescued damsels here or am I special?"

"Well, you're the first 'damsel' I've ever rescued." Simon grinned sheepishly. "But I do think you're special."

"That's sweet of you to say." Jodi set down her glass and walked towards him. "I suppose you deserve some kind of reward for my harrowing rescue, hmmm?"

"I didn't do it to get any kind of reward." Simon nervously backed up. His legs bumped into his bed and he sat down. Looking up into Jodi's eyes, it seemed he was a lot more intimidated sitting in front of her than his confrontation with Evan. Her eyes seemed to smolder as she stared at him.

"If I'd thought that," she straddled him once again, "I wouldn't be down here." She smiled wickedly. " Alone. With you."

She leaned forward and kissed him again. Slowly, lightly, without the ferocity of last time. It was passionate and unhurried. She ran her hands over his chest, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles. She moaned slightly, knowing she had to rigidly control herself or else she would end up letting go.

What is it about this guy? She thought. I can't seem to control myself around him. She started grinding into his crotch. Her pussy quickly got wet. She could feel him getting hard underneath her. Simon reached up to Jodi's breast and gave it a light squeeze. That move surprised her. She hadn't expected him to be so bold. She backed off quickly.

"Wha . . .?" Simon stuttered.

"Just trying to slow this down. This is YOUR reward, just for you." Jodi smiled.

"I don't want to leave you hanging."

"Don't worry. I'll let you make it up to me later."

Jodi knelt between Simon's legs. She ran her hands along the inside of his thighs, coming teasingly closer to his crouch each time she got close. Simon leaned back, propped up on his elbows. 

Finally, she reached up to the button on Simon's jeans. Fiddling with it briefly, she opened his pants and pulled down the zipper. She lightly stroked Simon's cock, feeling it under his boxers. Her ministrations elicited a moan from Simon. She teased him mercilessly, but briefly.

Jodi grabbed the band of his shorts, releasing Simon's cock from its imprisonment. She was no expert judge on size, but she was pleased, estimating it to be about six to seven inches. She was surprised at how hot it felt when she touched it.

Simon leaned his head back, quietly moaning as she touched it. He was just glad he didn't cum as soon as she touched it, being so excited. Jodi wrapped her hand around his shaft. She had never felt anything so hard yet so smooth. Almost unconsciously, her hand started rubbing up and down his shaft. Her body took over; doing automatically what she was unsure of. 

Simon could not believe what was happening. Jodi's hand felt like . . . like nothing he'd ever felt before. It's not like he hadn't masturbated before but his own hand didn't feel like this. Too soon, he felt that familiar tingling in his balls.

"Oh fuck." She heard him say. "Are you close?" Jodi started pumping faster.

"Yesss." Simon hissed.

Without removing her hand, Jodi laid on the bed next to Simon. She continued stroking him while whispering in his ear.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for me. I wanna see it." Her breath was hot in Simon's ear. "Please? This is the only time I'll get to see it, because after this, it won't be anywhere either of us will be able to see it again."

"Oh GOD!!" Simon's load erupted from him. White goo shot from his cock and splattered the wall above his head.

"Yes! Do it, baby." Jodi watched Simon's cock, enthralled by the force of his orgasm. She squeezed her thighs together and felt her own mini climax.

The second shot also hit the wall near his head. The third, due to Jodi's vigorous pumping, splattered on her cheek. Surprised, she let go of Simon.

Jodi had never had cum on her before. It was warm and sticky. She reached her hand up to her face and scooped some of it onto her finger. She stared at it for a moment, clinging to her finger. Should I? she thought. Before she could think again, she shoved her finger into her mouth. 

Her first taste of male ejaculate was weird. It was a little salty but not too bad. It was a lot different in taste and texture from her friends. She decided it wasn't all that bad.

Simon continued to ooze down his shaft as his climax subsided. He watched Jodi wipe her face with her finger and lick up his cum. He had never seen anything hotter. He stood up and went to his bathroom. He cleaned himself off with some toilet paper and brought out a wash cloth for Jodi.

"Thanks," she said, wiping the rest of her face clean.

"Your turn now?" Simon asked with a grin.

"Not today. Remember? This was your reward." She held out her hand. Simon helped her up off his bed. "I do need to get home, so you better button yourself if you plan on escorting me." 

Simon, slightly embarrassed, straightened his clothes. He walked her up the stairs and out of his house. He held her hand as they walked next door.

"Jodi?" He was unsure of himself, standing next to this beautiful woman, especially after what they just did. She turned towards him. "Are we, ya know, dating now?"

"Well I did just break up with my boyfriend. Maybe I want some free time." Jodi couldn't help but giggle at Simon's astonished face. "Give me a couple weeks, then we can go out on a real date. If you're still interested by then."

"Okay. So can I pre-order a date for the first Friday in October?" he smiled.

"Deal." She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. She meant a quick peck, but it turned into a long passionate kiss. She didn't know if she could wait two weeks to do this again. She broke the kiss and went inside her house.

Simon could not stop smiling for the rest of the day.



Simon Pendleton Ch. 03



Sept '08

Cindy was breathing hard. Visions of her brother flashed in her head. Leaning against her bedroom door, she tried to control her breathing before she passed out.

Cindy had been at her car when Simon confronted Evan. She had been ready to get help when Evan turned away. Relief flooded her but it was accompanied by a little jealousy when she saw him help Jodi Holden up from the ground. Cindy didn't want to see anyone hurt (Did she?), but she still didn't like Jodi very much.

"She's not good enough for him," she told herself. Of course, in her mind, no one was. She had planned on telling Simon that he shouldn't see Jodi anymore when he got home. She waited, mostly patient, in her room for him to come home. She heard the front door open and was going to go downstairs. She then heard voices, more than one, from down there. Simon had never invited anyone in before. It took her only moments for her worst fears to be realized.

Jodi. 

Cindy really couldn't blame him. Jodi was one of the hottest girls in school. Guys of all ages stared after her when she walked by, swinging her ass from side to side. Quite a few girls did as well and not all in jealousy. 

What really surprised Cindy was Jodi's temerity and Simon's gullibility. He actually fell for the whole let-me-see-your-room gambit. Their voices faded as they descended to his basement room. Cindy waited, unsure of how to handle this developing situation. She paced in her room for several minutes before deciding to confront them. She left her room and headed downstairs.

His moans stopped her dead at the head of the stairs leading to his room. The sound touched her somewhere deep in her belly. She had heard moans before, even his moans, but not of this type. 

"Oh fuck!" Cindy heard him cry out. She couldn't handle it any more. She laid on her stomach on the top step of the stairwell. There was just enough of a space that she could see Simon lying across his bed. Jodi was kneeling in front of him. Simon's cock jutted from his pants, being stroked up and down by Jodi's left hand. 

Faster and faster it moved. Jodi scooted up next to Simon and appeared to be whispering something to him. Whatever it was she said set him off like a rocket. He yelled, semen erupting from his cock and splattering the wall above his head. Cindy got up and ran to her room.

She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. She was hot and flustered. The images kept circulating through her mind no matter how she tried to push them out. She slammed her bedroom door closed, leaned up against it, and was breathing hard. She wasn't sure if it was just the exhaustion of running that was causing her to breathe so hard.

"A shower," she said out loud to herself. "A nice cold shower." She stripped her clothes off and ran to the bathroom.

*****

Oct '08

"Morning." Cindy said with a smile. Simon was surprised at the cheerful greeting. For the past couple of weeks, Cindy had been acting peculiar around him. He would catch her staring at him at times and then look away, as if embarrassed. "Nothing," was her standard response to his inquiries. Eventually he just stopped asking.

"You seem to be in a better mood."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You seemed to be acting a little weird for the past several days, that's all."

"Oh. Yeah it was nothing. Just some stuff at school." She intently read the back of the cereal box. She tried to ignore him as he placed his hand on her shoulder. It took all her willpower not to flinch away.

"Anything you want to talk about?" he asked.

She turned and smiled. "No. I appreciate the sentiment, but everything's fine." She got up to return the box to the cupboard. She was a little freaked by his touch, especially the feelings they produced.

"Okay. You know you can talk to me about it if you want." He grabbed a glass from the dishwasher. He filled it with milk from the pitcher on the table before returning it to the fridge.

"I know." She sat back down to finish her breakfast, "I'm fine, really."

"All right." Simon headed back to his room, but stopped. He glanced back at his sister. She did her best to ignore his gaze. A moment passed before he turned and left. Cindy released the breath she had not known she was holding.

*****

School had finally returned to normal. The buzz of Simon's confrontation with Evan had decreased quite a bit in the past few weeks. The extra attention seriously unsettled Simon, being unused to such popularity. But such attention is fleeting in high school.

Simon split his spare time as best he could between Jodi and his friends but tended to gravitate to Jodi. While not an official couple, it had been established that Simon was her first choice for a boyfriend when she once again decided to date. Until then, they just enjoyed each other's company.

"Hey guys." Simon placed his tray on the table next to Freddie. Derek was at the table while they waited for Sam and Leslie.

"Howdy stranger. You lost or something?" Freddie asked.

"What? I can't sit with my friends?"

"Oh so NOW we're friends? Did you hear that Derek? We're friends now. We've hung out maybe twice in the past two weeks and suddenly we're friends." Freddie gestured wildly during his exclamation.

"Awww. Are you feeling neglected?" Simon kidded. "Maybe I should have brought you flowers?"

"It couldn't have hurt. A guy likes to feel appreciated every once and a while." Freddie joked.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I'll get you some flowers next time, ok sweetie?" Simon caused Derek to snort from laughter. The words and the voice were funny, but it was the puppy-dog-eyes that clinched it.

"You better or you ain't getting lucky later." Freddie started laughing but stopped abruptly. Walking up from behind Simon was the only other person in school who could possibly challenge Jodi for the title of 'Hottest'. 

Roxanne Lee was the head cheerleader for the football team. At a mere 5'5" tall, she was an asian dynamo as the cheer captain. The worst part was that she knew she was hot, but was not considered THE hottest. In retaliation, she flaunted her tight sexy body as much as possible. Roxanne was the queen of flirt. She sat down next to Simon while her cheer friends stood nearby. She crossed one leg over the other causing her very short skirt to slide up her very shapely legs. 

Simon's eyes were immediately drawn to them. He couldn't help himself. His gaze slowly inched its way up her sexy frame. Her breasts were not big, but fit well considering her slight, tone frame. She had cute pouty lips and smoky, sexy, brown eyes. Her dark hair was pulled back into a single ponytail.

"Hey. You're Simon, right?" She absently chewed on her lower lip.

"Yeah. Can I help you?" Simon said, grateful that he failed to embarrass himself when he opened his mouth.

"Well," Roxanne placed her hand on Simon's thigh, "My parents are going to be out of town this weekend and they gave me permission to have a small get together. I was hoping you would be interested in coming over." Simon wasn't sure if he heard extra emphasis on the word 'coming' or just imagined it.

"Umm. . ." Simon was distracted as Roxanne lightly squeezed his leg. He was not very good at interpreting subtle signals. Her face betrayed nothing of interest, but her hand, squeezing and rubbing his thigh, was telling him something entirely different. Maybe she was just a touchy feely kind of person.

"How about you bring your friend?" she gestured at Freddie, "That way you'll have at least one other person there that you know."

"One other? Who else is going to be there?" Simon was even more perplexed.

Roxanne stood and leaned in next to Simon's ear, her cheek pressed against his. "Well, I was hoping WE might get to know each other a little better." Quickly, she swiped her tongue along the outer ridge of Simon's ear, and then stood up completely. She pulled out a pen and wrote down her number on the back of his hand. "Think about it and call me." She turned and sauntered away, her shapely behind wiggling as she walked. He turned back to see that Derek had left.

"You son of a bitch." Freddie said.

"What? I didn't do anything." Simon protested. "She came up to me."

"I know. I was here. That's why you are a son of a bitch." Freddie moved closer. "I've gone to school with most of these people my whole life, from kindergarten till now. I admit you're an ok guy, not bad looking from a completely platonic, objective point of view. But in just barely over a month, you help, and conveniently live next to, the hottest chick in school. Now you get invited to a party by the only girl here who could challenge for the title of hottest chick. I mean, what is it? Do you have mind control powers or something?"

"Look, I'm as baffled as you. If I had any idea how this was happening, I'd probably try bottling and selling it." Simon said. They sat there for several minutes not speaking.

"So . . ." Freddie said expectantly.

"So what?"

"So, are you, and by YOU I mean WE, gonna go to Roxanne's party?"

Simon pondered this question briefly. It's not like he and Jodi were officially dating right now. She wanted some time separate from a relationship. He was willing to wait, but he was a young, teenage male. Throughout history, young, teenage males have been known to make decisions based on hormones rather than sound logic.

"Yeah. I mean, she said I could bring a friend and I know of your lack of prospects in the dating arena. I guess I'll have to go, for your sake at least, though it pains me to do so." Simon grinned.

"Hell yeah. This will make up for not bringing flowers. Let me know, ok?" Freddie said.

"Ok. I'll text you later with the time and address." They shook hands and parted.

*****

The party was Saturday night. Simon was at home getting ready when Cindy knocked.

"Hey." Simon said. He was still deciding on what he was going to wear so he stood there, shirtless.

"Hey." Cindy flushed a little, staring at her brother's nearly naked form. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts that popped in. "What are you up to tonight?"

"I'm going to a party with Freddie." He finally decided on a dark blue pullover shirt and pulled it on. He turned to his sister, smiling, knowing where she would go with that info.

"Oh. Finally giving in to those latent homosexual desires of yours?" Cindy grinned.

"You know it, girlfriend." Simon spoke with an exaggerated lisp, snapping his fingers at the end of his sentence. "I just can't deny it anymore."

Cindy laughed at her brother, briefly picturing him making out with Freddie. Unfortunately, Freddie's form was quickly replaced with her own in the daydream. She grunted and shook her head, willing the vision gone.

"You ok?" Simon saw her grimace and approached her. He placed one arm around her shoulders and squeezed. Cindy, reflexively, wrapped one of her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder for a moment. She couldn't understand these feelings she was having for him. 

He smelled good and it wasn't just his cologne. Underneath, she knew his scent, having lived with him for so long. She inhaled deeply once before pulling away. Simon seemed to regretfully let her go. She smiled her thanks at him.

"Well, I'll let you finish getting ready. Are you taking Jodi too?" Cindy noticed Simon stiffen momentarily at her comment. "You are taking her, aren't you?"

"No. As far as I know, Jodi was not invited and I hadn't mentioned it to her." Simon was a little uncomfortable. Technically, he and Jodi were not dating quite yet. Realistically, he knew they were a couple in nearly every way. But she didn't want a serious relationship right away and never said he couldn't 'play the field', so to speak, until they officially got together. At least that's what he kept trying to tell himself.

"So you're going to a party without her?" Cindy dared to hope that he might not hook up with Jodi.

"It's more for Freddie's benefit than mine. It'll give him a better chance to hook up. I'm just the wingman." Simon stated.

"Sure. Wingman. Whatever. We all have our delusions, far be it from me to take away yours." Cindy chuckled and went up the stairs. Simon was close behind. She added a little extra sway to her ass as she climbed the stairs.

She knew she should say something, but a dark urge held her tongue. There was no way anyone could believe he was just doing this for a friend. If he messed up his blossoming relationship with Jodi then all the better.

"Well, have a good time I guess. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She said.

"If I followed that adage, I wouldn't ever do anything, Cin." Simon laughed. He walked over to her, gave a brief brotherly hug, and left. She sighed, feeling lonely without him around.

*****

Simon knocked on the door of the large house. Village Green was the upper class area of town with most of the houses within walking distance of one of the public golf courses. Not that anyone would walk there. How else could you display how rich you were if you didn't drive your huge SUV four blocks to play golf?

Simon had to admit that the house was very nice. It still had a green vibrant lawn despite the weather turning colder lately. He waited patiently at the door, while Freddie fidgeted nervously. 

"You're going to embarrass the hell out of yourself if you don't mellow out, Freddie."

"I know, it's just . . . I've never been to one of Roxanne's parties before."

"Why should that matter? It's just a party, right?" Simon asked.

"Yes and no. You see, Roxanne's parties have a certain reputation for . . ." Freddie cut himself off as the door opened. 

Standing before them was a hulking mass of a brute. Simon recognized him as Jasper, Roxanne's brother and starting tight end on the football team. Jasper scowled as he scanned the two individuals before him. It seemed to Simon that he was busy trying to decide whether to talk to them or eat them. Having decided, he spoke, "What?"

"Uh hi. I'm Simon and . . ."

"What do you want?" Jasper interrupted.

"Jasper! Who's at the door?" a voice called from inside the house.

"It's Krueger and some other guy." Jasper yelled back into the house. He turned his head back to Simon and Freddie, "They were just leaving." A subtle menace underlined his statement. Jasper backed up to close the door when a hand stopped him.

"Don't be rude to our guests, Jasper. I invited them." Roxanne's gorgeous face appeared in the doorway, followed shortly by her exquisite body."Don't mind him. He's just a little overprotective. Come on in." She reached out and grabbed Simon's arm. Simon, briefly looking back at Jasper, allowed himself to be pulled into the house. Simon wasn't sure if he could take him in a fight, but knew he did not want to find out.

The interior of the house was just as nice as the exterior. Standing in the living room, it seemed to be a homey place. It wasn't just a room used to impress others upon entry. It gave off an air of welcome and friendliness, rather than a standoffishness he came to expect from these types of homes. He also noticed that there was no one else here.

"I'm so glad you two could make it." Roxanne seemed to bounce in excitement as she turned towards Simon. She was wearing a light green blouse and black mini skirt. She had pantyhose running up her legs under the skirt. She briefly posed sexily as Simon's gaze roamed over her body.

"Wouldn't have missed it." Simon said guardedly. "So where is everyone else?"

"Oh they're all down stairs. Can I get you guys something to drink? We've got beer, soda, coffee, tea, or . . ." Roxanne left off the implied ending of that statement while glancing at Simon.

"I'll take a beer." Freddie piped up; causing Roxanne to suddenly realize there was someone else with them.

"Water or a soda will be fine for me." Simon said.

"What no beer?" Roxanne led them into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she bent over at the waist. Her skirt rode up her backside, exposing the tops of her nylons and the clasps attached to them. Simon and Freddie both swallowed with some difficulty. 

"Ah no . . . no beer." Simon said. Roxanne looked back, still bent over, at Simon. He blushed, having been caught staring. "Can't stand the stuff." 

"That's too bad." Roxanne said, standing back up. She handed a beer to Freddie and a cola to Simon.

"Why's that?" Simon questioned, cracking his soda.

"I was hoping to take advantage of you tonight." Roxanne smiled seductively. She stood there just looking at him. Simon's jaw dropped, not expecting her to be so forward. She started giggling, which quickly devolved into full blown laughter. "Oh my God, you should see the look on your face. I wish I had a camera with me." She held her sides, her face turning slightly red because of her giggles. Freddie nearly sprayed his beer, as he erupted in laughter.

Catching the joke, Simon laughed, but it was strained. Most people might think he was just the butt of joke. Simon, while inexperienced in most social situations, was still good at reading some people. Roxanne's mirth never reached her eyes. Her laughter sounded slightly forced to him. The arms holding her sides were strategically placed to lift and squeeze her breasts together.

It was all planned. She continued to look him in the face, her eyes still glittering. She gently bit her lower lip as she giggled. She was good. Freddie was completely fooled as he took another sip from his beer. Simon was glad he had his soda. His mouth suddenly dry, he took a drink. He was going to need all of his mental faculties to fence with this hot little firecracker.

"Shall we go downstairs?" Roxanne asked, blinking her eyelashes prettily.

"Lead on." said Freddie.

Roxanne opened the door and walked down. Lighting was at a minimum in the basement. Simon had to concentrate on each step down as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. There were several chairs and couches arranged around a large flat screen television. From the glow of the TV, Simon noticed several couples; most ignoring what was on the screen.

Simon recognized a few of the people down there, at least the ones from his school anyways. He also noticed that the girls outnumbered the boys. In fact, there was at least one pair of girls making out in one of the far corners. Roxanne walked up to and introduced them to a tall brunette.

"Freddie," Roxanne spoke softly, "this is Melinda. She's a swimmer at North high." She definitely had a swimmer's body with long arms and legs. Her breasts may have been a little on the small side, but she was in terrific shape.

"Hey." He eloquently said.

Melinda quickly glanced at Roxanne and pulled Freddie onto the couch next to her. Freddie didn't even look back. Simon caught the glance, even in the low light. This was definitely a set up. Simon backed towards the stairs, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Simon began to ascend the stairs. He was nearly at the top when a hand on his ankle stopped him.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Roxanne climbed his pants, hand over hand, as she walked up the stairs behind him. The look in her eyes, now that he was alone, was unmistakable. Her prey was within reach and she was not letting it get away.

"I appreciate the invite," Simon continued backing out into the kitchen, "but this really isn't my kind of scene."

"Really? So what exactly is your scene?" Roxanne still had a hand on Simon's shirt. She pushed him back up against the refrigerator. "Are you shy? You want a little more privacy?" She placed her other hand on his chest and started caressing his chest. She wrapped her hands in his shirt collar and pulled him down, kissing him fiercely. He tried to gasp but it was intercepted as her tongue snaked its way into his now open mouth.

Roxanne thrust her body into his, encasing his thigh between her legs and rubbing herself on him. Her hands quickly made their way down to his pants. She made short work of his belt buckle and had his pants undone before he could even grab her hands. She captured his bottom lip between her teeth as he pushed her away. Roxanne finally relinquished but not before drawing a little blood.




Simon Pendleton Ch. 03



"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Simon held her at arm's length, staring incredulously. 

"I want you." Roxanne had a near crazed look on her face. "I want you and I will have you." He was bigger and stronger than her, but this was so far beyond his limited social experience, he was caught off guard when she pushed against his hold. Unable to brace himself, he took several steps backwards before falling back onto a chair in the living room.

Roxanne knelt down between his legs. His cock, having a mind of its own, was rigidly tenting his boxers. She pulled the elastic band down with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. She looked at it hungrily then devoured it in one smooth motion.

Simon, despite his apprehension, was ecstatic. He had never felt anything as wonderful as this vixen's mouth engulfing his shaft. Her tongue wiggled on the underside of his cock eliciting a quiet moan from Simon. Roxanne pulled back and smiled at him, her right hand remained attached to the base of his shaft.

"I knew you'd enjoy this. Just sit back and let me do all the work." She placed just the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Simon fidgeted under her expert assault, grunting. Roxanne looked into his eyes as she slowly lowered her head, swallowing more and more of his cock. He just couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

Roxanne pulled her head back up but maintained the suction around his shaft. As a result, much of the blood and other fluids were brought to the head of his cock. She released the pressure, his blood rushing back into his body. She slurped the accumulated pre-cum from end of his cock, moaning softly.

"I was hoping you'd taste good. I love sucking a guy off when he tastes real good." She idly stroked his cock while licking her lips, "I can't wait to get your load." She continued worshipping his cock with her mouth.

Simon was at his wits end. A part of him wanted her to stop, that this was something close to rape. But a much louder part not only wanted to continue, but to ravage her mercilessly. It wanted to throw her to the ground, ram his dick into her, and fuck her till she passed out. His knuckles were white with strain, trying to hold himself back. This is not how he expected to get his first blow job.

Roxanne released her hand from his cock. He hadn't realized how much that had aided him in containing his load. Roxanne was quickly moving her hands to the buttons of her blouse. Expertly she took off her blouse without removing his cock from her mouth. Her breasts were enclosed in a sexy black lace bra. She ran her left hand over her chest causing her nipples to grow despite their imprisonment. Her right hand moved down between her legs and under her skirt.

Roxanne brought her right hand back up, glistening with her juices. She removed her mouth from his shaft and slowly stroked her newly wet fingers up and down his cock. Simon caught a faint trace of her scent and groaned. His arms began to twitch under the strain of holding them rigid for so long. He knew if he didn't get some kind of release soon, he would not be able to stop himself.

"Awww, is someone getting frustrated?" she teased. She had worked him to the peak of his excitement. All she had to do now was to give him his release and he would be hers. At least until the next hot thing came along. 

Simon clenched his jaw at her teasing. He was so close, so frustratingly close. He realized he had been nearly hyperventilating from his shallow, rapid breathing. He took a couple of deep breaths, utilizing his martial arts training to try to calm himself. His mind slowly began to clear as his extreme lust subsided.

Roxanne noticed the slight change in his demeanor. Not willing to give up, she redoubled her efforts. She started licking his shaft like a popsicle, tasting herself on him. Her own climax was close. She placed her right hand back onto her clit and started rubbing it furiously. She once again engulfed his cock, this time going as deep as possible.

Simon could not hold out any longer. His limited control was abolished when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. He grunted. It was the most coherent warning he was able to give. Roxanne glanced at him, a satisfied look in her eye, and nodded. The churning in his testicles extended up his shaft as his release was imminent. 

It surprised them both to hear a forceful banging on the front door. Roxanne jerked her head back just as Simon climaxed. His load blasted out with a groan, the first shot splattering Roxanne across the cheek. His second and third shots coated her bra-clad breasts. A few more landed on her stomach. Simon shuddered and twitched through his orgasm.

Roxanne closed her eyes and moaned as Simon's seed covered her face and chest. The commotion at the door was momentarily forgotten as she reveled in the sensations. It was so warm and gooey, she just loved it. She opened her eyes, intending to finish her seduction of Simon, when she noticed someone in the doorway. Her jaw gaped in surprise at the person standing before her.

"What are YOU doing here?" Roxanne asked.

"Where is he." It wasn't a question. 

The voice triggered a response in Simon like nothing else could have at that time. The voice he associated with all of his newly created fantasies. The voice uttered by the girl with red hair that was capturing his heart. It was the last sound he wanted to hear as the reality of his situation hit him.

*****

Cindy was in the kitchen when there was a knock at the front door. She glanced at the clock. 9:23pm was a little late for friends to come by, even on the weekends. She glanced out the side window.

Of course, it had to be HER.

"Hi Jodi. Can I help you?" Cindy tried to ask in the most pleasant voice possible. She thought she pulled it off.

"Hey Cindy. Is your Simon home? I'd like to speak with him, if possible." Jodi was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a light blue sweater. Her long red hair was draped over the front of her shoulders. She looked wonderful. Cindy really did not like her.

"He's not here." Cindy thought about not telling Jodi where Simon went. It would be better for him if she didn't know, but Cindy was feeling a little vindictive. "He went to a party with Freddie."

"Oh." Jodi thought it odd that Simon hadn't mentioned anything was going on today with Freddie. Usually he said something about it at school. Although Simon had been a little suspect the last couple days of school. 

Jodi then became a little worried. Vera had told her that she had seen him talking to Roxanne one day at lunch. If Roxanne had anything to do with Simon being at a party, the potential for their burgeoning relationship was in trouble.

"Do you know where they went?" Jodi asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

"He didn't really say." Cindy smiled inwardly, watching Jodi squirm. 'That's what she gets for stealing my boyfr . . . brother.' she thought.

"Did he say anything?" Jodi asked again.

"Only something about being Freddie's wingman. I assumed he was trying to get Freddie laid."

That clinched it in Jodi's mind. There was only one place he could be.

"Thank you for your help, Cindy." Jodi said stiffly. She turned and headed to her car.

"Anytime." Cindy grinned as she closed the door.

*****

Jodi didn't understand why she was so upset. Her eyes were threatening tears. She kept them back as best she could but they made it difficult to drive. 

'It's not like we were officially dating or anything.' She thought. 'He is free to do whatever or whoever he liked.' Jodi grimaced at that last statement. She wanted him. Not just as a boyfriend but sexually as well. There was such chemistry between them. She had never felt so strongly about anyone before. It made no sense. She shouldn't be jealous. She wasn't jealous.

'Then why does it hurt so much?' something said inside her.

Jodi turned onto the street leading to Roxanne's house. She kept telling herself that Simon wasn't here. There was no way he would betray her like that. It simply could not . . . 

She spotted Roxanne's house and out front, amongst several nicer cars, was Freddie's beat up Honda Civic. She recognized his 'Krueger' vanity license plate. If Freddie was here then . . .

She didn't want to finish that thought. She just sat there, her car idling in the middle of the road for a few minutes. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding in her tears. She was not going to cry over a boy, especially one she hardly knew. 

Several deep breaths later, she had calmed down enough to open her eyes. She knew then that she had to check. Just to be certain. Maybe he left? Maybe he found out what was going on and decided to leave.

"Right," she said to herself, "like there's a straight male teenager on the planet that would willingly leave a 'fuck' party." She pulled her car into the driveway and parked. She got out and walked up to the door. She raised her fist and . . . hesitated. She didn't have to do this. She could just walk away and live in ignorance.

Without realizing it, she pounded her fist onto the door, hard, several times. There was no turning back now. She was going to wait but heard a groan come from within. It was a groan not of pain or annoyance, but of release. She couldn't wait any longer. She swung the door open and stepped in. She looked to her left and saw Roxanne kneeling on the floor. Jodi clearly saw her nearly naked breasts. 

"What are YOU doing here?!" Roxanne asked. Jodi's eyes searched the room but she didn't see anyone else around. She glanced back at Roxanne and noticed she was covered in semen. For a very brief second, Jodi thought she looked extremely hot. The thought was quickly snuffed from existence.

"Where is he." Jodi asked. She didn't so much ask as demand to know. She barely registered movement coming from the chair Roxanne was kneeling before.

"Who . . ." Roxanne began.

"You fucking know who!" Jodi shouted. She strode towards Roxanne, consumed with fury. She grabbed her by the arms and lifted her from her knees. "Tell me where he is right now or so help me . . ."

"Jodi," a voice came from behind her.

Her anger dissipated instantly. It was the only voice that could have gotten thru to her at that moment. The one she didn't want to hear. She released Roxanne, who quickly scrambled out of the room to the kitchen. Jodi turned around.

"I . . ." Simon tried to speak but couldn't. So many emotions ran across Jodi's face, Simon barely caught them all. 

Jodi wanted him to deny what had happened. She almost would have believed him if there were any way, but the truth was all over Roxanne. She brushed past him roughly. She couldn't stand there any longer. It smelled too much like sweat and sex. Too much like him.

"Jodi wait." Simon walked out after her. She got into her car. She glanced one last time at Simon before backing out of the driveway. Simon watched her drive away.

Simon didn't know if it was possible to feel lower than he did right now. It was his fault, he knew. He knew from the beginning what Roxanne wanted, even if deluded himself. He laughed bitterly at that thought. Cindy had said just that. Simon walked back to the house and gathered his things.

"You don't have to go." Roxanne spoke from the kitchen doorway. "I'm sorry for the way things. . ."

"Don't." Simon interrupted, raising his hand to forestall any further argument. "Just don't."

"Just because she . . ." Roxanne began.

"Please just stop, ok? You got what you wanted." Simon said.

"How do you know what I wanted?" Roxanne sneered.

"You got to me first. Before she did." Roxanne expected anger from him but only saw sadness and shame in his face. For the first time, in a long time, she actually felt a little regret for her actions. "But you're not completely at fault here. I could have said no, I could have stayed home. I could have stopped you."

"You still don't have to go." Roxanne walked over to him, placing her hands on his chest. "She's already gone, so there's no reason to leave."

"I . . . just can't." Simon moved towards the door. "I can't explain why, but I have to go. Staying would only make things worse. Please let Freddie know I've left." Simon put on his jacket and walked out.

*****

It had been a long walk home for Simon. Three hours after leaving Roxanne's, he trudged thru the side door that led to his bedroom. He removed his shoes and threw his jacket onto his clothes basket. He sat on his bed, dejectedly. He stared off into the distance for several minutes. He was drawn from his melancholy by his mother's voice.

"Are you ok, honey?" her voice heavy with concern, Mary came down the stairs into her son's room.

"What are you doing up?" Simon asked. Usually his mother had to get up early for work so finding her awake at this time was rare.

"I got a phone call from Freddie about two hours ago, wondering if you had made it home yet. I thought you were with him. He then told me that you just took off." She crossed the room and sat next to him on the bed. "He didn't know exactly what caused you to leave. I was a little concerned since you had your cell phone off."

"Sorry." Simon had enough sense to look sheepish as he flipped open his phone and turned it back on.

"Now that my concern for your absence has been abated, maybe you could tell me what caused you to take off on such an excursion in the first place." Mary smiled.

Simon had always been impressed with his mom. She had picked herself up after her husband left her. It hadn't been easy, by any means, but she had always been there for him no matter what. It was why he sacrificed his previous school years to work. It was the least he could do to help the woman who took care of him.

"It's kinda personal, mom." He said, trying to deflect her inquiry.

"What? Did you have sex with someone other than Jodi?" she asked.

"What!? No! No. . . well not really." He became very self-conscious right then.

"C'mon, Simon. I'm a grown woman." Mary smiled at her son, "I understand more of what's going on in this house than you might think. Spill it."

Simon paused for a second or two and then proceeded to vomit forth the entire incident, from the conversation with Roxanne at lunch to the walk home. He left out some of the more intimate details. He really didn't want to tell his mom about cumming all over Roxanne's face and chest. He paced around the room while venting. Mary listened intently, only interjecting for clarification on a few points.

". . . and so here I am, sitting in my room, talking to my mom about my love life, such as it is, and wondering what the hell I was thinking." Simon collapsed back onto the chair by his desk, his eyes closed, exhausted by his tirade. He waited patiently for his mom to rip into him, telling him what a fool he was.

When the expected verbal abuse failed to arrive, he opened his eyes. His mother was leaning back on his bed, propped up on her elbows, her legs crossed at her bare ankles. It had a very nice effect of thrusting her ample bosom up. His thoughts turned briefly to what an idiot his father was for leaving such a beautiful woman. 

From a purely objective point of view, Simon thought his mother was gorgeous. Her blonde hair was cropped at her shoulders. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra under her t-shirt, but there was little if any sag to her breasts. She was working out a little more so some of the weight she had accumulated right after the divorce was slowly disappearing. Her legs, which Simon had to admit were probably her best feature, stretched out from her waist, well toned and shapely.

She had been barely twenty years old when she gave birth to him and still had many years to go before her beauty would fade, if it ever did. He only wished she could find someone who would treat her like she deserved. She hadn't been on even a single date since the divorce. He didn't want her to be alone. Her chest seemed to thrust out a little farther. He glanced back up to see her watching him, a smirk on her face. Simon blushed and turned away.

Mary giggled to herself. It felt good to be ogled by a man, especially a younger man, even if it was her son. She had been thinking over all that Simon had told her when she noticed him actually checking her out. If it had been anyone other than him, she would have been so embarrassed.

After her husband left, Mary had felt fat and ugly. She figured that was what drove him away. She admitted that she had let herself go somewhat after Cindy was born, but didn't think it was that bad. She had lost it after he left. Two months of doing nothing but sleep, work, and crying. She heard it called a fugue state, where the conscious mind shuts down but the body continues going through the motions. She had very little memory of that time.

When she finally pulled herself together, she expected the house to be in shambles. Much to her surprise, it was in better condition than ever. Her little boy had quickly grown up to take charge of the house and his sister, doing everything possible to accommodate his mother. He became a dependable, stabilizing force in her life, the eye in the storm of her new life.

"Well I'm sure you know you've made a mess of this whole situation, right?" she asked.

Simon nodded mutely.

"Now, if I were in Jodi's shoes, I would feel very hurt and confused." She sat up. "You've mentioned your mutual attraction to each other. You defended her from her ex. She's probably setting you up against higher standards than most guys, expecting more from you and of you. So finding you in an extremely compromising position with Roxanne has shattered that view."

Simon sat forward, his face in his hands, with his elbows propped on his knees. He really didn't want to hear this.

"At least you weren't fucking. That would have been worse." Mary walked over to her son and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her; his eyes glittered with unshed tears. "Give it some time. If your connection to each other is more than physical, you'll get another chance."

Simon's shoulders slumped. "I hope you're right, mom. I really care about her, I just wasn't thinking straight."

"I can tell. She'd be a fool not to give you a second shot." She patted his bald head. "But then I'm a little biased."

Simon stood up and, impulsively, embraced his mother. Surprised, Mary stood frozen for a second before returning the hug. "Thanks Ma. I needed this." He said.

"Anytime honey. I'm always here for you." She went back upstairs. Simon readied himself for bed. He decided that he would do everything he could to gain Jodi's trust back.

*****

Everything turned out to be nothing much at all. Every time he saw Jodi, she would turn and walk the other way, fuming. Her face wasn't always masked in anger. There were a few times, when she didn't know he was around, he saw her sadness. He wanted so badly to comfort her, to make it all go away.

It didn't help that rumors were flying around the school that he and Roxanne had gotten together. As all rumors do, it started out that they were dating, although Simon and Roxanne never mingled in public. He was ignoring her just as much as Jodi ignored him. Soon it turned into full blown sex. The most ambitious of the rumors had him banging both Jodi and Roxanne at once. The thought did appeal to him, both girls being gorgeous, but he denied it just as fervently as all the others.

His efforts were not completely in vain. About a week after the incident at Roxanne's, he was able to confront Jodi outside her home. He had left school early on this day, knowing her parents would not yet be home, and sat on her front steps. He stood as she pulled into her driveway. Thinking to bar her entry to the house, he walked in front of her car as the garage door opened. 




Simon Pendleton Ch. 03



"I'm not moving unless you talk to me, Jodi." He said, his arms crossed over his chest. The car crept slowly forward. For a moment it looked as if she would just run him over, but it stopped as it bumped into his thighs. Simon noticed Sasha, Jodi's friend and teammate, sitting in the passenger seat. His appearance caused a sudden cessation of their conversation. Simon witnessed a brief heated exchange between them before Sasha got out. 

"Simon." Sasha walked around the car to the porch. Simon held his ground but glanced questioningly at Sasha. He couldn't help but notice her cute ass walking past.

"Sasha." He looked back at Jodi, who blatantly avoided his stare. The look on her face nearly broke his resolve.

"Simon, you need to come over here." Sasha called to him from the porch steps. "She's not going to talk to you right now but I will."

He remained in front of the car for several moments before moving towards the porch. Once out of the way, Jodi drove the car into the garage and closed the door. Simon had no choice now.

"Sasha, I need to speak with her. I need to . . . well I don't know what I need to do." He pleaded, "You've got to help me."

"Boys." Sasha shook her head and rolled her eyes. "There's nothing you CAN do, idiot."

"But . . ." he spoke.

"Look, you're just gonna have to wait for her to come to you. She's still confused and upset." Simon sighed. He bowed his head, looking at the ground.

"All right." He exhaled forcefully, trying to calm himself. "I'll wait for her. Tell her I . . ." His voice caught in his throat. He didn't want to say he loved her. Hell, they hardly knew each other, but he couldn't deny the serious attraction he had for her. "Just tell her . . . I miss her." He looked up, catching the drapes in the window moving slightly.

"I will." Sasha felt sorry for him, despite what he'd done to her best friend. 'Too bad Jodi has first shot at him.' she thought. She turned, shaking her ass slightly, and walked inside.

Simon stood and watched the window where the drapes moved for a moment. There were many things that he wanted to do right then. But instead he just walked home.

*****

It was a few days later, Sunday, when he heard a soft knock at his outer door. He had been in the middle of his workout and paused the stereo, unsure if he had really heard anything. He was about to restart it when he heard it again. He climbed the stairs, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. 

"Hello?" he said, opening the door. The red headed vision of his numerous fantasies stood before him. Steam rolled off his shirtless chest as he stood with the door open, dumbfounded. He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not.

"May I come in?" She asked in a quiet voice.

Jarring him from his shock, he moved to the side, gesturing at her to enter. She said a quiet thank you and descended the stairs. Her butt swayed as Simon watched her descend the stairs. She stopped at the bottom, looking back up.

"Are you coming?" she asked, a bemused expression on her face. She moved farther into his bedroom.

He had been so surprised by her arrival that he had remained at the top of the stairs, still holding the door open. He quickly shut the door and almost jumped the entire length of the stairs on his way down.

Jodi had crossed the room towards his stereo. She perused his collection of music. She didn't recognize most of the bands, her interests tending more towards top 40 and hip hop. She also knew she was stalling their inevitable conversation.

Simon sat on his bed. He didn't want to say anything, fearing any words he might say would cause her to flee. 'God, she looks good.' he thought. She had one leg bent slightly as she looked at his music library. Her jeans did an excellent job of accentuating her wonderful ass. He could stare at it all day. Her white sweater clung to her like an extra skin. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail exposing her neck. She wasn't wearing any make up, but he didn't think she needed it anyway. 

The silence extended for several minutes. Jodi sighed and turned to Simon. She had trouble collecting her thoughts. The fact that Simon just sat there, shirtless and silently staring, didn't help any either. Her breath always caught in her throat when she saw him, now more so in his state of partial undress. She turned away.

Her sudden movement hurt Simon more than he could have known. He knew she was upset with him but the fact that she couldn't even look at him made his chest ache. He knew, right at that moment, that he could not ask for forgiveness. He broke the silence.

"Jodi . . .," he stopped. "I'm sor- -"

His apology was cut off as Jodi walked over and roughly kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in tighter. After a few seconds, Simon surrounded her with his arms. They kissed like on that first night but now with a buildup of passion, anticipation and pain.

Simon fell back onto the bed, pulling Jodi on top of him. Jodi sat up quickly. Simon tried to follow her up but she stopped him. She reached down, grabbed her sweater, and pulled it off in one quick motion. She was not wearing a bra. Her gorgeous breasts stood, exposed, before Simon.

Simon didn't think he could be stunned again this night but here was this beautiful girl, topless, straddling his pelvis. Her impossibly round tits were topped light brown, quarter sized areolas and perky eraser like nipples. He stopped as he reached for them, gazing at her magnificent body, instead placing them on her sides and rubbing her smooth stomach.

Jodi, already flushed from the kiss, practically fainted from the look of lust on Simon's face. She trembled as he caressed her abdomen. She grabbed his wrists, knowing what he wanted and wanting it as well, and slowly pulled his hands up to her breasts. She stared into his eyes as he grasped her tits. 

The feeling was electric. Jodi and Simon both moaned as he made contact. He gently squeezed them, kneading them like dough. He brushed his thumbs lightly across her nipples, eliciting a moan from her. He brought his forefingers to her nipples. He softly pinched and rolled them between his fingers, making Jodi writhe and moan on top of him. She ground her hips more forcefully into him.

Jodi arched herself back, thrusting her chest out more. She wanted more. More contact, more kissing, more everything. She fell forward, aiming her chest towards his head. Instinctively, Simon latched his mouth onto her nipple. "Oh my God!" she whimpered, "Don't you dare stop!"

Simon did all he could to please this red haired goddess on him. He suckled her breast, dragging his tongue all over the nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and held it between his teeth. He flicked it lightly with his tongue. Jodi crushed herself to his face, moaning loudly now. His hands now free, he grabbed her wonderful ass, groaning as it filled his hands. Wanting better contact, his hands roamed to the front of her jeans and fiddled with the snap.

The feel of his hands on the front of her jeans brought her back to sanity. "Wait." she said. Immediately, he stopped. She sat back up again, panting. "We're not going that far tonight." Simon groaned but nodded.

"Don't worry. We're not finished yet." She grinned sliding off his hips. She knelt in front of him, between his legs. His cock was painfully erect, trying to burst free.

"But before we go any farther, I'm telling you now that we are 'officially' dating, understand? So no more fooling around with other girls without my permission. And we will be going out on Friday."

"It's about time." Simon sighed. Jodi looked at him quizzically.

"I know we have this . . . thing between us but I want to know if it's more than that." he said. "I mean, I want it to be more."

"Really? I thought you just wanted to get into my pants." she grinned.

"Well that's part of it," he smirked, "but I've never been in a real relationship before. I hope we can be more than just a physical relationship."

Jodi's eyes began to glisten. "I hope so too." Then she giggled.

"What's so funny?" he smiled.

"You. You're so different from other guys I know. It's kind of funny. Usually it's the girl that wants the relationship and the guy just wants sex."

"Oh I get it. Since I want a relationship," he sat up, "that means all you want is sex?"

"At least you've got a sexy body. I'm guessing the sex won't be too bad." They both laughed, the tension from earlier fading away as well as some of the desire. Simon felt himself soften slightly.

"But first things first." A resounding crack echoed thru the room. Simon fell back, his face stung where Jodi had struck him.

"That's for going to Roxanne's party." She said shaking her hand. She hadn't wanted to hit him that hard but he deserved it. "Speaking of which, I've heard rumors, but never found out exactly how far you two went that night. As I recall, she was covered in ample amounts of semen." Simon blushed furiously at that. 

"We didn't go nearly as far as either the rumors said or Roxanne wanted." he said. Jodi looked at him expectantly. "She - -" he mumbled the rest so she couldn't hear.

"What was that? I didn't hear you." She reached out and brushed the outline of his cock through his sweatpants. Simon remained silent, enjoying the sensations. Jodi pulled away causing Simon to groan again. "You better tell me or I will get dressed and leave you here to fend for yourself."

"She gave me a blowjob." He said quickly, not wanting her to leave.

"She what?" Jodi pulled Simon's sweatpants down leaving only his boxers to hold back his raging member. Simon scowled, not understanding.

"Did she suck your dick?" Jodi grabbed the elastic band of his boxers up and over his cock. She enjoyed watching it bounce in front of her. She grabbed the base of it and started stroking it slowly.

"Yesss." Simon's control was quickly slipping beyond him. 

"Did she lick it like a lollipop?" Jodi ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, stopping to flick it across the point under the head. She swirled her tongue around the head before taking it into her mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Simon groaned.

Jodi had never done this before but had it seen it in a few pornos. She bobbed her head downwards while stroking her hand upwards. After meeting in the middle, she reversed direction. Up and down she went several times much to Simon's enjoyment. His groans only increased her speed and arousal.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" There was no way she was going to let any of his spunk get out of her mouth. She had been thinking of swallowing it ever since the other day they were down here. She rapidly jerked his shaft while maintaining a tight seal around his cock head. Her tongue brushed the underside of his cock.

Simon had reached nirvana, ascension, heaven, enlightenment, whatever. There could be no more wonderful a state than being orally pleasured. Jodi's hot mouth had him rapidly screaming towards climax. When he thought he could take no more, his cock exploded into her mouth.

Jodi had been ready but was not prepared for him. She gagged as his first shot nailed the back of her throat. Her seal broken, Simon's next couple of shots splattered onto her cheeks and chin. She got him back into her mouth in order to suck down the last few squirts.

Pulling off with a pop, Jodi surveyed the mess. Some of his semen had dribbled off of her face and onto her chest. She was now glad she had taken off her sweater. Her left hand absently massaged the gooey mess into her chest. It felt really good. Her right hand she used to clean up her face, scooping his missed goo into her mouth.

Simon was nearly ready to go to sleep when another thought entered his head. He got a wicked grin on his face while watching Jodi clean herself. He grabbed Jodi, much to her surprise, and lifted her off the floor. He turned around and placed her on the bed. He slid down her body to the edge of the bed, reached up and unsnapped her pants. Jodi quickly grabbed his hands.

"I said we weren't going that far tonight." She realized then that if he really wanted to, she would let him.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his hands were still under hers but had not released her jeans.

She stared into his eyes for a moment then removed her hands and nodded. Her pupils her wide with desire and not a little fear.

He slowly worked her jeans down over her ass. Her tight jeans were nearly impossible to remove without at least a little help from Jodi. She lifted herself up as he pealed them down to her knees. She was visibly shaking.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Just nerves."

"I'm not going to fuck you, if that's what you're scared of. I just want to return the favor you gave me."

Jodi was both relieved and disappointed. She knew she wasn't ready to go that far yet, but still would like to. Especially with Simon. She relaxed as he hooked his thumbs under her panties and gently pulled down, revealing what no other male had ever seen before.

Simon was entranced, seeing his first live pussy ever. Jodi was completely shaved bald which caused him to chuckle quietly. Jodi immediately looked at him worriedly.

"I'm not laughing at you," he snickered, "it just struck me as a little humorous." He rubbed his head and the patch above her cunt where her pubic hair would be, "We're both bald." He chuckled again, Jodi joining him this time.

Simon returned his attention to Jodi's pussy. Her lips were engorged and excited. Simon noticed a stream of fluid running from her cunt, dribbling down her ass onto his bed. He was going to have hard time sleeping tonight. He pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed.

He started slowly, kissing and licking her inner thighs. He would start on one side moving higher and higher until he almost touched her sex. Jodi grunted her frustration when he switched to the other thigh. He tickled her outer lips with his tongue, teasing her mercilessly. Jodi whimpered as he got closer to her cunt.

Jodi moaned as Simon's tongue contacted her cunt. Tasting her juices, Simon began to slurp loudly. Her honey tasted better than anything he had ever tried. He drove his tongue deep into her folds trying to scoop out as much as possible.

"Up here." Jodi sighed.

Simon looked up and saw her pointing at a spot near the top of her cunt. He understood as he shifted position. He spread her labia open to get easier access to her clit. The little pink pearl stood out and Simon licked it. Jodi yelped at the shocking sensations. She'd been licked before but not by a guy.

Jodi's yelp set him off. Simon attacked Jodi's clit viciously. She screamed her pleasure, pushing his head deeper into her.

"Oh God, oh God, oh shit! Yes, don't stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed.

Jodi's orgasm hit her quickly and unexpectedly. Her back arched and her thighs locked around Simon's head. Stuck where he was, Simon continued to lick rapidly at her clit. 

"Stop, stop!" she cried, coming down from her climax. "Stop, it's too much." Simon backed off as she released his head. His widely grinning face was covered in her secretions. Simon licked his lips.

"Now that was good," he said.

"Damn," she said, smiling, "You're sure that was your first time?" Simon nodded emphatically. "With a little practice, you could be sensational."

"I guess we'll just have to do this more often." Simon crawled onto the bed, wrapping his arms around his new girlfriend. Simon nuzzled and lightly kissed her neck. They laid together for several minutes, basking in their shared post-coital glow. Jodi tapped Simon's arm.

"As much as I'd like to stay, I don't think my parents would approve." Jodi got up off the bed and got dressed. Simon admired the view for several seconds before getting himself partially dressed as well. When finished, they kissed. It wasn't rushed or forceful like their previous ones, but passionate and gentle. A kiss of passion finally realized and fulfilled, at least somewhat. 

"Dinner, Friday, say 8 pm?" Simon said still holding Jodi by the waist.

"Seems kinda silly going on our first date after what we just did," she giggled.

"Actually, I think it works out better. Now we're past most of the sexual tension for our date." Simon grinned. "Well most of it anyways."

Jodi laughed sweetly. She felt very comfortable with him. It just seemed right, being with him. She kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," she said. Simon escorted her up the stairs to his door. They kissed and hugged one last time.

"Good night," he said.

"Night." Jodi seemed to float towards her home. She twirled around several times to wave back at Simon, smiling and giggling.

Simon closed the door after she disappeared into the door on the side of their garage. Simon skipped back down the stairs and took a quick shower. Clean and satisfied, he fell asleep almost instantly, breathing in Jodi's scent still on his bed covers.

*****

Author's note: Glad this one is finally done. Took a lot longer than I thought it would. I got to the point where I thought I was going to end it, realized that was a bad spot, and ended up adding another 14 MS word pages. Plus my story Resurrection got stuck in my head and I had to get rid of it. Thank you to all who have read this series. It's my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Please vote and comment. Thank you again.



Simon Pendleton Ch. 04



Thanksgiving '08

Simon stood over Jodi's prone, unmoving form. A quick glance told him she was still breathing but would need serious medical attention soon. Blood dripped from what he assumed to be a broken nose and her left eye was swelling.

He hurt all over. His hands, his knees, and mostly his head throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Once the adrenaline quit, it would only hurt more, so for now, he ignored it. He hunched his shoulders, steeling his resolve. He would not let them get any closer to her.

From out of nowhere, he caught a snippet of a song. He recognized it as Godsmack's "I Stand Alone." How appropriate, facing the last two of Jodi's assailants. He had been lucky enough to take out one of them before they could effectively organize. Jodi had taken one out by herself before she was knocked out. A feral grin spread across his face.

"I'm gonna wipe that fucking smile off your face, dead man."

"When death smiles at you," he said, his voice steadier than he felt, "all you can do is smile back."

*****

Early Nov '08

Simon awoke in darkness. It was usually dark when he woke so this was expected. The clock on the stand displayed 6 am. He flipped on the light next to his bed as he sat up. He stretched, feeling his joints pop and muscles strain. Resigned, he got out of his nice warm bed and walked to his bathroom. He tilted his head back as he released last night's collected urine.

He and Jodi were coming up on their one month anniversary. He hated thinking of it like that since anniversaries were yearly not monthly, but he knew of no other word that fit. Still, he liked the idea. He had never been in a relationship before so he wanted to make the most of it.

He finished, shook, and flushed the toilet. He then heard a low groan come from his bed. Oops, he'd forgotten. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and gazed at the beautiful creature in his bed.

Jodi's red hair blazed in the small light of the table lamp. Her pale skin practically glowed as well. He wanted to just curl up next to her and go back to sleep, but he had work out this morning. 

They had been studying late last night for a chemistry test. At around 2 am, Jodi nodded off. Simon placed her in his bed, under the covers. He grabbed another blanket, laid on top of the covers, and fell asleep next to her. He now realized it explained why he was still wearing his clothes from yesterday.

Another groan broke him from his reverie. He quickly walked over and turned off the light. Still mostly asleep, she sighed and reached back behind herself. She felt around the spot on the bed he had just vacated. She turned over when she couldn't find him. He intercepted her hand with his own and she latched onto it, gently pulling him back to the bed.

"Mmmph," she mumbled, tugging him. He leaned in next to her head, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"Sorry, babe," he whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Mmm back to beeh." She tugged him again.

"I can't." He chuckled, pulling his hand away. "Go back to sleep. I'll wake you in an hour or so."

"K," she was back out. Simon smiled and changed into a pair of shorts. He grabbed his iPod and headphones and shut the door to his workout room. His mind shut down as the music played and his muscles burned.

*****

Jodi woke swiftly when Simon's face suddenly turned into a pillow. She had been kissing him deeply and trying to get his shirt off, but it seemed to be impossibly long. Then his lips felt like linen and his mouth went dry.

She was confused by the unfamiliarity of the room. It certainly was not her room or any room in her house. As the last wisps of sleep dissipated, she recognized it and remembered. She had fallen asleep in at Simon's desk, so Simon must have carried her over to the bed.

'Oh my God!' she thought. She panicked briefly, lifting the covers. She was only slightly disappointed that she was still dressed. She curled back under the covers, trying to retain what warmth there was left. She rubbed the spot where she assumed Simon had slept, imagining what it would be like waking next to him every morning. The dream dissipated quickly after she spotted the clock on the table by his bed.

She groaned, refusing to rise for a moment. Sighing, she got up to use the bathroom. She heard the clink of metal in the other room, Simon's workout room. She grinned, picturing the rippling muscles of his arms and back. She quickly finished her business and went to the closed door of the other room. Quietly, she opened the door. She let out a small gasp. 

She had seen him mostly naked before but this was different. His skin glistened with exertion from his workout. He had heavy silver chains wrapped around his feet that extended as he pulled himself up the chin-up bar. He alternated between pulling the bar in front and behind his head. The black cord of his headphones trailed down his abs to the iPod hooked to his shorts. Eyes closed, he silently mouthed the words of the song he was listening to, unaware of her presence.

Jodi felt herself getting hot just watching him. She knew she had to leave for home but couldn't stop staring. She wanted to strip off her clothes and mash herself to him, marinating herself in his sweat and smell. She thought about wrapping her legs around his waist and riding him, his cock thrusting into her as he did his chin-ups. She bit her lower lip in frustration.

He dropped suddenly, releasing the bar. Opening his eyes, he smiled at her. He turned off the music and undid the chains around his ankles. He grabbed a towel, wiping off the excess sweat from his torso and face.

"You're up," he stated, "I hope I didn't wake you."

"Oh no," she coughed, clearing her throat, "no. I had to get up. I don't want my parents to worry about where I am, so I should get going." She still couldn't stop staring at his body. "Plus I need a shower before school." 'A cold one,' she thought. "What's with the chains? I didn't think you were one for bondage."

Simon chuckled, "It helps with the chin-ups. The chains, when resting on the ground, don't add any extra weight. As I pull myself up, it lifts the chains, increasing the weight. As I go back down, the weight decreases back to normal. It ends up being a gradual weight increase instead of an instant weight increase."

"I'll take your word for it." Jodi hesitated, "I really should get going."

"No problem. See you at school then?" He stepped up to her, invading her personal space.

Silently, she placed one hand on his chest. She let her index finger trail down to his abdomen and back up again. On its return, it continued higher, up back behind his neck and pulled him down into a lustful kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbed her ass, and lifted her up. Jodi let out a small squeak of surprise, but wrapped her legs and other arm around him tightly. The ease at which he lifted her both excited and frightened her.

She grunted when he pushed her up against the wall, crushing her closer to him. His hands, no longer on her ass, roamed under her shirt, caressing her sides. They moved tantalizingly close to her breasts but never quite going the whole way up. Their tongues warred furiously back and forth. She tried to devour him as he tried to do the same. Simon thrust his cotton encased cock across her denim encased pussy. 

As quickly as it started, it stopped. Simon broke the kiss, his forehead still pressed to hers. They were both panting heavily. The lust in her eyes told him he could take her now and she would put up no resistance. But the fear he saw held him in check. He wondered what she saw in him that frightened her.

Reluctantly, he set her down, her legs untangling from his waist. Her hands remained linked behind his head. They stayed like that for several minutes, before Jodi released him.

"Thank you," she said. Simon nodded, understanding. "I should be going," she said at last releasing her physical hold on him.

"Yes. I need a shower and breakfast before I start walking."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Why do you walk? You know I can give you a ride."

"So could Cindy. But it's not that far to school. Besides, you could always walk with me. You could use it."

Jodi stared at him, aghast. "Did you just call me fat?"

Simon was able to hold himself together, under her stare, for only a few seconds before he burst out laughing. He continued laughing even when she began slapping his chest and arms. Simon, his body stinging from the assault, relented.

"Ok stop. No, you're not fat. You've got the hottest body in school." He was still chuckling as he spoke, cowering from her.

"You're damn right I do," Jodi smoothed out her clothes and hair. "See if I ever let you in my panties again." She huffed and turned away.

"Jodi," Simon whined, getting off the floor, "I was just kidding, honey."

She turned back and smiled, playing him as he played her. She gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. She gathered her books and jacket. "See you at school." She called, running up the stairs.

"Bye," was all he had a chance to say before she was gone.

*****

School life had not changed much for either of them. Simon got to know the other girls on the volleyball team, having watched their practice several times. He never indulged some of their constant flirting, especially Sasha's. He just laughed most of it off as if clueless. Jodi was fairly certain that at least half the squad was crushing on him. But he seemed to only have eyes for her.

Jodi also hung out with Simon's friends. It turned out that she and Leslie had quite a few common interests. Derek and Sam, at first, were uncomfortable with her around but were soon joking and laughing with her. It became a regular occurrence for Sasha and Vera to join them for lunch.

The only sore point was, of course, Evan.

*****

"Hey, Baldy."

Simon groaned inwardly as he walked towards the school doors. Evan, along with a couple of his basketball friends, was waiting just outside the doors. They moved to block the entrance. Simon sighed and stood in front of Evan.

"Baldy, huh?" Simon ran his hand along his shaved head, "Once again your wit and acumen astound us all, Evan. I bow to your mental superiority." Simon's words oozed with sarcasm as he performed a small bow. "May I enter the school now, your superfluousness?" 

Evan stood, confused for a moment. Until he heard a few of the other kids snicker in his direction. His face flushed in embarrassment and anger. Apparently he did not get whatever joke Simon had made.

"Fuck you, dickhead." Evan clenched his hands. Simon gripped his book bag tightly, trying to control his own anger.

"Do we really have to do this now, Evan?" Simon took a step back, guessing his odds. He was not pleased. The rest of Evan's gang shifted forward, attempting to encircle him. He wasn't sure how many of them it might take to kick his ass, but he certain how many they were going to use.

"You stole my girlfriend, Pendleton." Evan cracked his knuckles, "I owe you."

"As I recall, she broke it off with you. Or is your mind as faulty as your manners?" Enraged, Evan brought his arm back and swung.

Simon, readying himself to dodge the coming swing, recognized the form of the person standing behind Evan. He changed his mind. He made no move to defend himself from the blow. Simon went to the ground on one knee. Not all of it was acting, but his face bore a hidden smirk.

"What exactly is going on here!?" Mrs. Patterson, Simon's counselor, was standing just outside the school doors. Evan's face, which had held a look of victory, now paled in fear. He turned around.

"Uh . . . it's not what you . . ." Evan's words failed at the glare from her face.

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses Evan. Fighting on school property is grounds for suspension at the very least. You four," she turned to Evan's gang, "You'd best leave now or I'll include your names in the suspension too." Not needing any more incentive, the gang dispersed into the school.

"And as for you, Mr. Anderson, I would move as quickly as possible to the office before I add insubordination to your list of crimes."

"But . . ." Evan protested.

"I said I don't want to hear it. Now go!" Mrs. Patterson pointed back towards the school doors. Evan cast one last hateful glare at Simon before walking through the school doors. Mrs. Patterson, the situation diffused, knelt next to Simon, concern evident on her face. "Are you okay, Simon?"

"Yeah," he held his jaw as he stood, "I'll be fine."

"What happened? Why were you fighting?"

"Well it wasn't much of a fight," he grinned, wincing. "He was just upset."

"Because you're dating Jodi Holden now?" Simon's eyes widened, causing her to laugh. "I'm not blind or deaf, Simon. I do know some of what is going on in this school." They walked towards the office. "Let me get you some ice for your jaw. I'll let your first period teacher know you won't be there."

"Really, I'm fine," he said.

"Nonsense, I'll have the nurse take a look at you, just to make sure nothing's broken." She left, only to return a few minutes later with a bag of ice. It was at that moment that Jodi burst into the office. She was panting, a stunned look on her face. Simon thought she was beautiful.

"Oh my God! What happened?" she ran to him, embracing him tightly, "I heard Evan knocked you out." The basketball coach arrived shortly thereafter.

"I'll leave you two alone for a moment while I speak with the coach and the principal." Simon nodded over Jodi's shoulder, still hugging her.

"I'm okay, baby." He eased her back, "I'll be better once the aspirin kicks in."

"I still can't believe he hit you." Simon winced slightly as she grazed his lower jaw. She jerked her fingers back. "What happened?"

"We simply had a difference of opinion." She looked at him, her eyebrows scrunched together.

"It was about me, wasn't it?" Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. He pulled her back into their embrace.

"It's nothing to worry about." He kissed her head, sucking in a pained breath through his teeth.

Freddie, Sasha, Leslie, and Sam chose that moment to appear. Sasha and Leslie immediately went to Jodi, consoling her. Freddie and Sam pulled Simon away to another set of chairs.

"Pretty devious, man." Freddie said. Sam looked shocked at Freddie, but Simon only grimaced.

"Is it that obvious?" Simon spoke in hushed tones. Sam, his mouth gaping like a fish, swung his head back at Simon.

"Dude, you told me about your years of martial arts training. Are you now saying it was a lie? Because I've seen you practice and it doesn't look like it to me." Simon scowled, glancing back at Jodi. She was clinging to Sasha, her eyes red and bloodshot.

"Don't say anything to her." Simon stared at Freddie, then at Sam.

"Why would I say anything? I never liked Evan anyways." Sam simply nodded his acquiescence.

"Besides," Simon continued, "I saw Mrs. Patterson walking towards us before Evan swung. I figured it would look better to take the hit than dodge it and cripple him, even if it was self-defense."

"Probably. Who knows, right?" Freddie smiled, patting Simon on the shoulder.

"Uh oh, guys," Sam spoke, glancing through the interior office window, "Mrs. P. is back and she doesn't look too thrilled." Mrs. Patterson was practically fuming when she walked through the door, her anger clearly evident on her face.

"Nothing. They're not going to do anything about this. Since it's a 'first incident' and heaven forbid they should lose their star player, Principal Nelson is just going to give Evan a month's detention. This, of course, will be enforced by Coach Roberts."

"What!? They can't do that!" Jodi yelled. "He should be expelled at the very least. You should have the police called and file assault charges." Jodi glanced out the office window. Evan was watching her, smiling. He flipped her off before leaving with Coach Roberts.

Simon stood and folded her into his arms. She gladly melted back into him, her anger dampened by his calming presence.

"Don't worry, babe. Karma's a bitch." Simon stared after them, "He'll get what he deserves." The bell rang.

"All right, anyone not in physical pain needs to go back to class now." Mrs. Patterson herded everyone but Simon out. He sat back down, leaning to the side with the ice on his jaw.

"You aren't planning some kind of revenge, are you Simon?" She asked after closing the door to her office. "I have looked in your file, by the way. I know you've had some serious martial arts training."

"Never, Mrs. P." Simon sat up straight, holding the ice to his jaw. "Violence only begets violence, as they say. I would only do it in defense of myself and those I care about."

"That's a good philosophy to live by, I guess, but then why did you let him hit you?"

"I honestly didn't think he would do it," he lied, "I figured he was just trying to scare me." She pondered his answer, staring at him. Simon calmly returned her look.

"All right, I'll leave it at that." She got from her desk, "I have a few things to take care of so when the next bell rings, you're free to go if you feel ok."

"Thank you for your help, Mrs. P."

"Anytime, Simon. My door is always open."

*****

Simon was startled awake by the sound of a closing door. He hadn't realized he nodded off. Looking around, he spotted a short, female form closing the blinds for the interior windows of the office. It definitely was not Mrs. Patterson.

"Who's there?" The lights in the office were off though soft gray light streamed in from outside.

"I was hoping to get you alone again." The voice was all too familiar. His dread was confirmed as Roxanne's gorgeous features were revealed. "I wanted to see how you were doing. After what happened, I thought you could use some consoling."

The sexy, asian cheerleader removed her sweater as she walked towards Simon. She wore a simple white satin bra underneath, but, reaching back, quickly removed it. Her breasts, freed from confinement, jiggled slightly as she strolled towards him. Simon, like many males, was mesmerized by her tits, imagining all the wonderful things he could do to them.

"You left so quickly last time, you never got to play with them." She squeezed her breasts in her hands, pulling on her already aroused, nipples. "I thought you would like another chance." She pushed one of her breasts up and leaned down to swipe her tongue over her nipple, flicking it.

Simon, despite many mental protestations, was rapidly hardening. He backed away from her until he ran into the wall. Cornered, he tried reason. "Look Roxy . . ." he stammered.

"Oooo, Roxy. Me likey." She pinched her nipples harder. "Like 'Foxy Roxy', right?" She continued towards him.

"Stop . . ." His protest was cut short as her hand grabbed his cock through his jeans. Momentarily, he forgot to breathe.

"I love it when you struggle, you know." She stroked him through the fabric, gripping his shaft. "It gets me so hot." She grabbed his hand and placed it on her tit, moaning softly. Automatically, his hand gently squeezed and fondled it. His other hand suddenly appeared on her other tit, following the same routine of massage and squeeze. "I like it even more when you give in." Roxanne pulled his head down to hers, kissing him.

"Oh fuck yes! Pinch them, squeeze them." She moaned into his mouth. "You can be a little rougher, they won't break."

Simon mauled her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples. Undoing the buttons, Roxanne grabbed his hand again and thrust it down her jeans, inside her panties. Simon's fingers made contact with her engorged clit. "God, yes, finger me! It feels so good!" she cried into his chest.

Simon's brain was on autopilot. His mind was overloaded by sensation. As Roxanne spread her legs, his fingers roamed farther south until they reached her steaming hole. Roxanne had drenched her panties, flooding them as Simon's middle finger curled up into her. She grabbed his face to pull him down for another kiss causing a sharp pain to lance through his jaw.




Simon Pendleton Ch. 04



Simon's brain snapped back into gear. He pulled away from Roxanne's questing tongue. The jerking motion of his hand in her jeans sent her cascading over the edge. He tried to extricate his hand from her but clasped his wrist with both hands, holding him there as she shuddered through her orgasm. She whimpered, chewing on Simon's shirt.

"Damn, no one's ever gotten me off that quickly." Roxanne's contented smile briefly gladdened Simon's heart, but he thrust the thought away. Forcefully, he ripped his hand from her underwear. His fingers shimmered in the gray haze of filtered sunlight coming through the window. The temptation to taste them nearly overwhelmed him. His fingers were almost at his mouth before he knew it. He angrily wiped his fingers on his pant leg. 

"Awww. Afraid you'll like the taste and drop little miss wonderful?" Roxanne pouted.

"I've got to go to class," he said, finding his voice. He walked over to her discarded clothing and tossed them to her. "Get dressed."

"Oooo, the Force is strong with this one." She put her bra and sweater back on. "He's still trying his best to resist his natural urges. No matter, I am nothing if not persistent." She grabbed the hand that had been down her pants, kissing the fingers that had pleased her so well. "See ya later, stud." She left the office, blowing him a kiss.

Simon slumped against the wall. He groaned feeling his erection strain the zipper of his jeans. He jumped as the bell ending the period rang. How could he walk out of Mrs. Patterson's office with a hard-on? Swiftly, Simon unzipped his jeans and fished out his cock. He pumped it furiously, hoping to get off before anyone returned to check on him. Desperate, he brought up the hand that had been in Roxanne's panties. He could still smell her. Glancing around, he licked his finger.

The lingering taste of her juices on his finger was enough to send him over the top. Grunting, he felt his cock explode. He watched the first shot arc across the room, landing beneath the chair in front of Mrs. Patterson's desk. The next couple shot s did not go as far, but he did not stop stroking until he was done. 

He roughly shoved his member back into his jeans, angered by its betrayal. He straightened his clothing, gathered his things and left the office. He passed Mrs. Patterson as she was returning to her office. He quickly expressed his thanks and ran, hoping his haste would be misunderstood as his desire to get to class.

*****

"So what's this I hear about you getting into a fight at school?"

Simon, trying to avoid such questions from his family, had entered the house through his side door and gone directly to his room. Unfortunately for him, Cindy had anticipated this maneuver and awaited his arrival sitting on his desk chair. Simon spun around, spooked by the unexpected voice. He sighed in relief when he saw his sister.

"Do you know how much you sound like Mom when you talk like that?" Simon sat on his bed, dropping his backpack on the floor.

"Don't change the subject. I heard you got into a fight. With Evan Anderson no less." Cindy leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. "You better give me some details or I'll spill to Mom what happened." She grinned, knowing she had him.

"It was nothing," he said, shrugging, "simply a philosophical debate that took a wrong turn."

"Right. You're gonna have to do better than that, Simon, if you want to get it past Mom. Philosophical debates usually don't turn violent. Current and former boyfriends of a certain young woman do not have philosophical debates." Cindy spun the chair around, using the back rest to support her arms, straddling it.

Simon sighed in resignation, "There was no fight. He hit me. End of story."

"Why didn't you kick his ass?" Cindy sat up; her reddish brown pony tail sent swinging, "I've seen you in competition, Simon. There weren't many down in Arizona that you couldn't beat."

"Mrs. Patterson was standing right behind him when he did it, so it there was no chance. Besides, outside of competition, you know I don't like to fight." Simon walked over to his bathroom. The left side of his jaw was developing a nice purple color. There would be no hiding it from his Mom.

"Well maybe I'll have to go kick his ass for you." Cindy only half joked. She was slowly realizing just how deeply she cared for her brother. Sometimes, she cared more than a sister should.

"Cindy." She blinked. He was standing in front of her, looking down at her. "Stay out of this. It's no concern of yours." It was rare for him to talk to her like this, like a little girl. She stood up, facing him.

"Hey, I have a stake in this too, ya know." She waggled her finger in his face, "We're family. Your fights are my fights. No one will tear us apart." Tears formed in her eyes. "Not again."

Simon wrapped his arms around his sister. He held her close, stroking her back as she sobbed into his chest. It only lasted a few minutes, but Cindy felt better for it.

"Simon?" she asked. "Do you think I'm pretty?" She felt his breath catch for a moment before he spoke.

"Of course I do, Cin." He was suddenly aware of her closeness. He was still keyed up from Roxanne's advances earlier in the day. Cindy turned her head to look in his face.

"Seriously, I mean. Like, would you consider dating me?" Simon pulled back abruptly, "If I wasn't your sister, I mean." She added hastily, blushing.

"Why do you ask?"

She quickly came up with an excuse, "Well we've been living here for almost three months and I haven't even been asked out yet." She lied. She'd been asked out several times but had turned them all down. "I thought maybe I was ugly or something."

Simon let go of Cindy and took a few steps back. He took a serious look at his little sister. This wasn't the first time he had noticed that she had become a beautiful young woman. He already knew his answer, but enjoyed watching her fidget under his gaze.

"Yes," he said after a moment. "If I wasn't your brother and currently unattached, I would definitely consider dating you. I think you're beautiful, Cindy." Her smile could have lit the city for years. She almost jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. 

"Thank you," she whispered and impulsively kissed his cheek, "It means a lot." She turned and headed for the stairs. She stopped at the foot and called back, "Don't worry about me saying anything to Mom. If she doesn't notice the bruise on your chin, I'm pretty sure they called her at work anyways." She laughed as she bound up the stairs.

Simon lay on his bed. He was not looking forward to confronting his Mom.

*****

"Two weeks! Someone attacks you and YOU get grounded for two weeks?!" Jodi nearly screamed into the phone.

"Quiet," Simon covered the phone with his hand, listening for the door, "I'm not happy about it either but I don't have a choice." 

"Well, it's bull." Jodi said, her voice subdued, "So what now?"

"I go to school then I come home. That's it, nowhere else. I don't get to hang out with anyone, either."

"That's so totally unfair."

"I think my Mom's coming. I'll talk to you at school, ok?"

"Ok, bye."

"Bye." Simon hung up the phone. The "discussion" he had with his mom had not gone well. She ripped into him as soon as she got home despite the fact that he had never even thrown a single blow. Simply because he knew several techniques to permanently cripple someone. Simon knew she was just being overly protective, which is why he accepted his punishment in silence.

Simon turned off his light and slept.

*****

The creak of a door awoke Simon. He tried to maintain his breathing as if he were asleep. Already adjusted to the darkness, he searched the room without turning his head. Unfortunately, he was in a poor position to watch the stairs.

The footsteps slowly and carefully descended the staircase. The sound came from the stairs that lead to his exterior door, so he was fairly certain it was neither Cindy nor his mother. Simon positioned his arms to propel him off the bed when the intruder got close enough. Shuffling steps crossed his carpeting towards his bed. He was ready to spring when the intruder spoke.

"Simon?" the voice was hushed but seemed to echo in the stillness of the room. "Simon," it was closer now, "Are you awake?" He relaxed, recognizing the voice.

"What are you doing here, Jodi?" he whispered. Simon sensed her shadowed form kneel next to the bed.

"I didn't want to wait two weeks to see you again," she said. Her hands, groping, found his chest.

"You'd see me tomorrow at school." Simon reveled under the electrical feeling of her hands massaging his chest.

"I mean like this." One hand moved up to his neck, snaking behind his head. The other, inexorably moved down under the covers to his boxers. With some minor bumping and giggling, she pulled his mouth up to her lips. Their combined passion flared to life.

A brief parting of lips allowed Simon to whisper, "Hang on." His right arm descended to her waist, giving her ass a quick but firm squeeze. The surprise came when his hand moved to the front of her jeans. Jodi moaned as she plastered her mouth to his. Simon, his right hand nestled in her crotch, lifted her off the floor and onto his body.

The pressure on her overly excited pussy was withdrawn, his hand now at the small of her back, under her shirt. Jodi spread her legs, kissing her way down his neck to his chest. She trapped his fully erect cock under her crotch. Sitting up, her hands still on his chest, she ground her pussy onto his cock. His hands tightly grasped her hips, holding her to him. She gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it completely off. 

The full moon picked that moment to break through the cloud cover. Pale blue light filtered through the window reflecting off Jodi's naked skin. Her hair, draped over one eye, darkened to a blood red color. Her uncovered eye was partially closed, reflecting no light. Her torso undulated as she ground herself into him, the cool air and desire causing her nipples to harden. Light and shadow danced across her body.

Simon was enthralled by this vision of lust. Even his wildest dreams, or darkest nightmares, could not compare to the infernal goddess that straddled his hips right now. His hands drifted upwards to encircle Jodi's near perfect tits. Her head fell back, moaning from his touch. 

The light disappeared, breaking the spell, but the vision would stick in his mind for the rest of his days. He pulled her back down, mashing her tits back onto his bare chest, and kissed her. They feasted on each other's mouths for several minutes. Their passion peaked as Simon's hands moved back to Jodi's jeans. His fingers wiggled between them to the clasp. He stopped, going no further, feeling Jodi's tension.

"I'm scared," she whispered into his ear, her breath tickling his neck. All of her fears and insecurities bubbled up as she began crying. Was he the one? Would he just leave her like had happened to some of her friends? What if she got pregnant? Could she keep it? Would he be there for them? What would her parents think? 

Jodi couldn't go through school pregnant. The stares and whispers would be too much. A senior girl got pregnant two years ago. She knew all the rumors that were spread about her but kept herself together. She gave birth a month before graduation and gave it up for adoption. She moved away a few weeks after graduation.

Simon returned his hands to her back, attempting to soothe her. Jodi squeezed tighter. They held each other until her sobs ceased. She partially sat up, searching his eyes for any kind reproach or disappointment. She saw none.

"It's ok. I'm a little scared too." Simon smiled at her. "I'm not gonna pressure you into anything. If, and I do mean if not when, if we decide to go through with this, I want us both to be ready."

"Saying things like that," Jodi sat up more, displaying her breasts for him, "is a good way to make me want to do it sooner rather than later." She ground her hips into him. "And I see at least part of you agrees with me."

"He does have a mind of his own." 

"Seriously though, thank you. Most guys would have tried to pressure me into it by now." Jodi scowled, "Evan sure made it difficult. He put so much pressure on me to put out, I knew long before we broke up that I would never do it with him."

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to go at it right now. With you sitting on me like this; it's hard not to think of anything else." He grabbed her hips gently and lifted her. She yelped, fell forward, and braced herself with her hands on his chest as he moved her over onto the bed beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. "But I want US to enjoy our first time, not just me."

"God, you are so scoring points right now," she said, cuddling up to him. Her hand drifted down to his shorts and rubbed lightly over his still hard cock. "Being the wonderful girl that I am, I surely can't leave you like this." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek then, pulling down the elastic band of his shorts, sucked his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" he grunted. He was so aroused; there was no way he would last long. "Jesus, I'm gonna cum, Jodi." Jodi locked her lips around the head of his penis and jacked him with her right hand. He blasted into her mouth. Jodi moaned as she swallowed, climaxing on her own.

"God damn, you're getting good at that." Simon smiled into the darkness.

"As they say, practice makes perfect." Jodi moved up onto his chest, laying on it. She sighed contentedly as Simon lazily stroked her back. She prolonged the contact for as long as possible. She could feel his heart beating in counter time to her own. Sadly, she knew she had to go. She rolled off the bed and dressed.

Jodi sat back down on the edge of the bed. They stared into each other's eyes for several minutes. She wanted to tell him exactly how she felt. She'd known him for only a few months, but felt like she'd known him forever. She felt safe, comfortable in his arms. Jodi knew this was just the 'honeymoon' phase of their relationship but she really felt that she loved him.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but her jaw would not move. Her heart wanted to fall head over heels for him but her brain wouldn't take the plunge. So she just looked at him, hoping he would feel what she did. She leaned in and kissed him, barely brushing her lips on his.

"Sleep well," she whispered. He intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Not as well without you here," he replied. She squeezed his hand once more and fled up the stairs before she said anymore.

*****

Two weeks will pass agonizingly slow when you have nothing to do. For Simon, with two days left on his sentence, had been bored to tears. The brief socialization he had at school was not enough for him. Cindy drove him back and forth from home each day. Last weekend was spent shoveling the driveway and sidewalks clear of winter's first snow. He had never realized how much work it was clearing away all those little ice crystals.

Jodi was equally bored. Well . . . not so much bored as frustrated. Since that night, she and Simon had not been together outside school once. Cindy seemed to take some kind of perverse delight in making sure he left school right away, despite his protests. In addition, her attempts at masturbation were only aggravating her situation more. 

It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving break. Simon's tenure would be up on Sunday, but Jodi was still annoyed. She was able to get in a quick peck and hug before Cindy arrived to drag Simon away. Dejectedly, Jodi watched as Simon got in her car and left.

Bundled against the cold, Jodi trudged to her car. There wasn't much snow but it was well below freezing that day. Jodi tossed her book bag onto the passenger seat as she got in her car. She thrust the key into the ignition and turned.

Nothing.

No click, no revving, no sound whatsoever. She tried again and still nothing. She swore, screaming as her fists pounded the steering wheel. Her car horn echoed across the parking lot.

Her frustration sated momentarily, Jodi fished out her cell phone. Thankfully, her parents got her Triple A for just such an occasion. She spoke with the operator and set up a tow. She had just hung up when Sasha knocked on her window. Jodi stepped out of the car.

"What's up?" Sasha asked. She looked especially cute in her white winter jacket. The fur around the hood framed her pixie-like face.

"My fucking car is dead." Jodi slammed the door shut.

"Chill, baby. Is someone coming for you?"

"I called a tow. They'll be here in about twenty minutes. I was going to call my parents for ride when you walked up." Jodi had her phone flipped open again.

"Why don't I just give you a ride?" Sasha offered. "I'm already here. Besides we haven't really hung out since you hooked up with lover-boy."

"Thanks Sasha," Jodi dialed her phone, "I'll just let my parents know what's going on." She hugged her friend. After grabbing her book bag, they walked to Sasha's car to wait for the tow truck. Sasha called home as well, letting her mom know she'd be late. The two friends talked about nothing of import while waiting, just school, volleyball, and Sasha's favorite subject, boys.

"So, you fucked Simon yet?" Sasha spoke.

"Jesus, Sasha!" Jodi giggled.

"What?" Sasha smiled, "I'm not gonna get a crack at him, so I need details from you."

"What, you want to fuck him?"

"Hell yea!" Sasha unzipped her jacket in the rapidly warming car, "I've wanted him since the first day. With a body like that, I bet he fucks like a god." The thought alone caused her to shiver in her seat. Jodi laughed at her friend's reaction.

"I'd probably be upset hearing that from anyone but you, Sasha."

The truck appeared and Jodi exited the car to give the guy her information. The mechanic brazenly checked her out, causing Jodi to blush a little. Sasha yelled out the window for her to stop flirting with the guy so they could get moving. They followed the truck to the station to get the final paperwork finished.

After leaving the station, Jodi had just finished putting on her seatbelt when she noticed Sasha driving the wrong way.

"Where are you going, Sasha? My house is back that way." Jodi pointed behind herself with her thumb.

"My house."

"Why?"

"Because all this talk about boys and sex has gotten me really turned on." Sasha flashed a grin at her friend. "And because you and I haven't been together for a while now. I miss the taste of your sweet pussy." Sasha's hand squeezed Jodi's thigh.

"But I'm with Simon now." Jodi protested, placing her hand on Sasha's but not removing it.

"So? We've been lovers since before he even moved here." Her hand inched up Jodi's thigh.

"I don't want to cheat on him." Jodi spread her legs some, giving Sasha better access.

"If you're cheating on anyone here, it's me. Well . . . Vera too." Her fingers pressed onto the rough fabric of Jodi's jeans. "I'm not jealous. I've always been willing to share but I want some attention as well."

"What about Vera?" Jodi moaned slightly at her friend's expert motions.

"She's fine and all but she's still not you." Sasha rubbed little circles over Jodi's clit. The contact was light enough to get her excited without bringing her anywhere near climax. They pulled into the garage of Sasha's house. Sasha hit the button to close the garage door. She unbuckled herself and nearly leapt onto Jodi's lap. She kissed Jodi viciously, conveying all her pent up needs from the last few weeks.

Jodi kissed her friend back, her own frustrations finding an outlet at last. She cupped Sasha's ass and pulled her closer. Sasha moaned, loving the rough treatment. She pulled back, saying, "Let's go inside. Sex in this car is way too cramped."




Simon Pendleton Ch. 04



Jodi giggled, remembering the story. Sasha had broken one of her rear windows when her foot spasmed while fucking in the car once before. Watching her explain the broken window to her mom had been hilarious.

The girls, grabbing their school bags, quickly exited the car and garage. They were stopped cold by the appearance of Sasha's mom in the kitchen.

"Mom!" Sasha exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" 

"I live here, young lady." She said to her daughter. She turned to Jodi, "Hello Jodi. It's good to see you again."

"Hello Ms. Green." Tina, Sasha's mom, never married the guy who knocked her up, so did not like being called 'Mrs.' anything.

"I know you live here, ma," Sasha smiled and rolled her eyes, "but I thought you had to work tonight?"

"I do but they called and said I didn't need to come in until seven." Tina grinned at her daughter and friend, "Why? Are you trying to get rid of me? Do you guys have something naughty planned?"

"MOM!!" she exclaimed. Sasha and Jodi blushed as Tina laughed. She accepted Sasha's sexual activities as long as she was careful. The last thing she wanted was for her to end up pregnant right out of high school as she had.

"Fine, I'll leave." Tina faked a sniffle. "All I wanted was to spend a little extra quality time with my daughter." She wiped nonexistent tears from her eyes.

"Jeez, mom, melodramatic much?" Sasha crossed her arms and rolled her eyes again, "I guess we could hang out with you until you have to leave for work." Jodi just laughed. Apparently, sarcasm was a dominant trait in their family.

They spent a pleasant early dinner with Tina. She hugged Jodi, admonishing her for not coming around more often. She then hugged her daughter. It was a motherly, protective hug. Tina knew her daughter was growing up and becoming a fine young woman, but that didn't make letting go any easier. Tina went to her room to get ready for work.

The girls cleaned and put away the dishes before heading to Sasha's room. They sat around and talked some more, waiting for the telltale sounds of Tina's leaving. The sound of the garage door opening and closing caused Sasha to tackle her friend onto the bed. She shoved her hands up Jodi's shirt, all while attacking her with her mouth. Jodi shuddered when Sasha pinched her nipples.

Very little was said as Sasha sat up to remove her shirt and bra. Her breasts were not as big as Jodi's, only 30B, but her nipples, when aroused, stuck out almost an inch. Jodi wrapped her arms around Sasha's back and attached herself to Sasha's chest. Her mouth immediately sucked the nipple as hard as possible. Sasha gripped Jodi's hair, pulling her tighter to her chest.

Jodi pulled back in order to catch a breath then attacked the other one. Sasha growled with delight. She reached down, grasping Jodi's blouse and pulled it up. Again Jodi broke contact only long enough to remove the offending garment. She bit lightly on Sasha's nipple and flicked it with her tongue. Sasha threw her head back and screamed her climax.

Sasha fell back, tired but not done. She grabbed the waistband of Jodi's jeans. She unsnapped them and pulled them down over Jodi's ass, urgent desire lending strength to her small frame. Jodi had enough sense to lift her legs, allowing Sasha to completely remove her jeans.

Sasha literally licked her lips as she spied Jodi's shear black panties. She forced Jodi's legs apart, curled two fingers under the thin material and pulled it aside. Jodi's clean shaven pussy was coated in her juices. Sasha licked Jodi from ass to clit in one broad long stroke. Sasha reveled in the taste of the girl denied to her for so long. She wrapped her arms around Jodi's thighs as the red head entwined her fingers in her friend's brown hair.

"Oh God damn, that's so fucking good!" Jodi yelled. "Oh . . . oh . . . AH! AAAAHHHHH!" Jodi's exhale turned into a scream as she hit climax. Her thighs crushed Sasha's head, who continued to flick her tongue across Jodi's clit. When she could stand no more, she pushed Sasha away. Jodi curled into a ball as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Meanwhile, Sasha sat back on the floor, smiling. Jodi watched as her friend lazily cleaned herself. She licked her hand with long exaggerated strokes then using the clean finger to get wipe more from her face. Jodi loved watching Sasha go through her act of cleaning. Partially recovered, she curled her finger at her friend, beckoning her to the bed.

Sasha slinked on all fours towards Jodi, her back arched, protruding her small tight ass into the air. She crawled onto the bed, pointing her ass back at Jodi. Slowly, she undid her jeans, pulling them down over her slender legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear. The crotch of her jeans had begun to soak through.

Jodi slid under Sasha, her face between her legs. Jodi giggled glimpsing the arrow shaped pubic hair pointing towards her sex. Jodi rubbed the hair lightly.

"When did you do this?" 

"A few days ago." Sasha wiggled her hips as Jodi rubbed her. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't lose your way."

"You did this for me?" Jodi asked. "How long have you been planning this?" Her fingers brushed Sasha's outer lips.

"Unh . . . like I said . . . j-just a few days." Sasha was barely in control. She wanted, needed, to be touched in such a bad way. "Please don't tease me."

"You always say one thing while meaning another." Jodi pressed her thumb between Sasha's lips. Sasha groaned at the penetration. She pushed herself back onto Jodi's digit. She started to fuck herself on Jodi's hand when it was removed.

"Put it back." Sasha whimpered, "Please Jodi! Put it back in." This time Jodi teased her with it. She would get it close enough for Sasha to feel it. Sasha would then thrust herself back, trying to capture the elusive digit. This caused Sasha's pussy to inch ever closer towards Jodi's face until finally she swiped it with her tongue.

Sasha yelped and sat forward. Lost in lust, she hadn't realized how close she was to Jodi's face. Jodi grabbed her hips and pulled Sasha's pussy to her face.

Jodi took her time exploring her friend with her tongue. It had been a while, she realized. She had forgotten how good her friend tasted. Shortly, Jodi had her moaning passionately, grinding her cunt onto Jodi's face.

But Jodi still knew what it took to get Sasha over the top. Jodi shoved two fingers into Sasha's wet hole, scooping out some of the juices rapidly flowing out of her. She smeared the fluids over her little asshole. Sasha tried to hunch backwards, wanting the fingers inside her. Jodi obliged her by inserting her middle finger just past the outer ring. 

"Oh god, please don't stop!" Sasha cried as Jodi removed the finger from her ass. Jodi slid her fingers around the outside of the hole, occasionally dipping back to Sasha's pussy for more. With a final unintelligible plea from Sasha, she simultaneously shoved both fingers into her friend's ass and clamped down on her clit, sucking and licking it for all she was worth.

The dual stimulations sent Sasha howling into the best orgasm she'd had in a long time. Her sphincter crushed Jodi's fingers. Her cunt squirted for the first time all over Jodi's waiting mouth and face. Sasha's body quivered constantly for several minutes while Jodi continued her ministrations. Finally, Sasha's body collapsed from exhaustion.

The sound from the hallway obliterated the silence that followed Sasha's wail. Jodi looked to the open door but saw no one.

"Hello?" she called.

*****

Simon lay back on his bed, willing time to move faster. The music was loud enough to drown his thoughts without annoying the rest of the house. It did not drown them completely, unfortunately. A line from a song suddenly stuck out from the rest.

"To take it easy is not that easy when time is a bitch."

Simon laughed at the concept. He was trying to take it easy, but time just seemed to take forever to pass. He had already worked out today. Twice even. Just for something to do. He was still stuck in his own world when the silence hit him. He looked around, confused by the sudden silence, until he saw his mom by his stereo.

"Are you just going to mope around for the rest of your vacation?" she asked.

"What else is there to do?" Frustrated at having his solitude interrupted, Simon sat up, "I've got no homework. I've already worked out twice today. I can't go anywhere." He rubbed his hands over his face and head.

"Alright," she said. "Don't say I never did anything for you. I hereby pronounce your grounding lifted, okay?" She smiled at his brightened face.

"Yes!" He shouted and ran to her. He hugged her, lifting her from the ground and twirling her around. Mary squealed as she spun. "Thank you!" he said, kissing her cheek. Mary was flustered, fanning herself to calm down. Simon, his mother forgotten, bound up the stairs to the phone. There was only one number he was going to call. Jodi's phone went straight to voice mail. Ok, two numbers. He tried her home number.

"Hello? This is Simon calling, Mr. Holden. Is Jodi there? Oh. That sucks. Do you have Sasha's phone number? Uh-huh. Thanks, I'll let her know. Bye." Apparently, there were three numbers he was going to call. The phone rang for a while before it went to voice mail.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be using the phone." Cindy stood on the bottom step wearing some very short shorts and one of Simon's shirts.

"Mom let me off early for good behavior." Simon looked around and grabbed Cindy's keys from the kitchen table. "I'm gonna borrow your car, okay? Thanks!" he left before she could protest. He grabbed his jacket and headed out to the garage.

Sasha's house was across the river in Fargo. Being unfamiliar with the area, and having no experience driving on icy, snow covered roads, it took him almost forty five minutes to get there. He leapt out of the car and immediately fell on his ass.

Gingerly, he rose, rubbing his butt cheek. He carefully walked to the house and knocked on the door. He knocked again after a few moments. The door swung open unexpectedly. He stuck his head in through the door.

"Hello?" he called out. "Anyone home?"

Sounds filtered down to him from upstairs. Thinking they must not have heard him, he walked in and shut the door. He wiped his shoes on the mat and laid his jacket on the back of the easy chair next to him. He snuck upstairs, planning on surprising them. He was the one who was surprised.

The unmistakable sounds of sexual moans emanated from what he assumed to be Sasha's room. He heard at least two distinct voices, both female. He was intrigued. He never picked Sasha as a lesbian considering the way she flirted with him.

Simon stopped just outside the open door. He was instantly hard as he absorbed the scene before him. Sasha, fully naked, sat on the face of another girl. Her face was obscured by the fact that it was between Sasha's legs. Sasha writhed on top of the other girl, pinching and pulling her nipples mercilessly.

"Oh god, please don't stop!" he heard Sasha beg. He saw the other girl rub her fingers between Sasha's spectacular ass cheeks. He nearly came as she invaded Sasha's asshole with her two fingers. Her scream of ecstasy sent Simon over the top, creaming his shorts without touching himself. The wail lasted for several minutes before Sasha collapsed. 

The thought that he had just come in his shorts was lost when the head of the other girl was revealed. Jodi's face and hair was drenched with Sasha's girl-cum, yet Jodi smiled gleefully. The shock caused Simon to step back. He bumped a picture hanging in the hallway causing it to hit the wall. That small sound was deafening in the silence following Sasha's climax.

"Hello?" he heard Jodi call out. Simon had stepped back beyond the view of the doorway. Should he run, never revealing what he saw here today? Should he confront them? Ask to join in? Indecision froze him in his tracks.

"Who's there?" Jodi called again. Simon heard movement from the room but still he could not move. Whatever signals that were being transmitted to his legs were getting lost somewhere along the way.

Jodi threw on Sasha's robe. Sasha, while not fully recovered from her spectacular orgasm, was worried that someone was in the house. Jodi emerged from the room, the robe tight around her body. She looked one way then the other.

Like a deer in headlights, Jodi stood facing her equally stunned boyfriend. The look of sheer horror on his face made her leap back into the room, slamming the door.

"What's going on?" Sasha asked as Jodi leaned against the door.

"Simon . . . he's in the hall." Jodi looked freaked beyond thought.

"Simon!?" Sasha stood unsteadily. She was not adverse to the thought of an audience but not like this. Jodi did not appear not be in any kind of mindset to take care of the situation. "Jodi?" The red head looked at her, fear blazing across her face. 

"I think he saw us," Jodi said. "What's he gonna think of me?"

"Hey." Sasha grabbed Jodi's arms and sent her towards the bed. "Get dressed. I'll talk to him."

"But . . ."

"Don't worry. I'm sure everything will be fine." Sasha's assurance sounded better than it felt. She really didn't know what Simon thought about lesbianism. She hoped he was like most guys. She opened the door, finding Simon still rooted to the spot. If anything, his eyes got bigger. She looked down, realizing that she wasn't wearing anything. Too late now, she thought.

"Simon?" Sasha approached him. His mind, already burnt out by overstimulation, barely registered her nudity, other than widening his eye. A very small, distant part of his head took intricate notes of her body.

"I knocked," he said, dumbly, "The door came open."

"Shit. I guess I didn't shut it completely when we came home." She looked up at him. "Hey, Simon? Could you wait for us downstairs in the kitchen while we get dressed? Then we can discuss what you just witnessed."

Simon nodded slowly. He turned and almost stumbled down the stairs as he made his way to the kitchen. Sasha returned to her room and shut the door. Jodi sat on the bed, her head in her hands.

"Oh God! I can't believe he saw us!" Jodi was very near to tears as she looked at her friend."I . . . I don't know if I can face him."

"Hey, it'll be fine." Sasha sat next to Jodi, placing an arm around her shoulders. "If he's anything like most guys, I'm sure he's probably mostly ok with what he saw."

"I don't think so. You didn't see his face when I walked out there." She went over the picture in her mind. It was the look of disgust and betrayal. She was certain he'd want nothing to do with her after this.

Sasha stood and put on her bra and panties. "Jodi, give me my robe." Jodi stood up to take it off. "You stay here, get dressed, and meet us downstairs." Sasha hugged her friend tightly. "Compose yourself for a little bit. I know everything will be fine, okay?" Jodi nodded, moving slowly to gather her clothing. Sasha wrapped the robe around herself and headed downstairs.

*****

Jodi, having dressed, sat on Sasha's bed. She knew there was no way Simon would forgive her for this. After this and how she treated him after the whole Roxanne thing, she'd be surprised if he didn't just go running over to Roxanne's house right away. How could she have done this to him? She cheated on him.

Guilt, even false guilt, can make people do strange things. Jodi was not the kind of person to run from a situation, but right now, she just couldn't face him. She put on her jacket and gloves. Slowly, she crept down the stairs. Simon had his back to the stairwell while Sasha was getting something from the fridge. She made her way quickly through the living room and out the front door. She took one last glance back at her best friend and boyfriend, her eyes welling with tears, and quietly shut the door.

*****

"Hey."

Simon was jolted from his revelry by that simple word. He had been sitting at the table since he stumbled down the stairs. Turning, he saw Sasha walking towards him, wearing only the robe he saw Jodi wearing before in the hall.

"Hey." His voice cracked badly when he spoke. He grunted, trying to clear his throat. "Hey," he said, this time much clearer. Sasha pulled out a chair and sat next to him. She seemed to the draw the robe about herself as if it were some kind of shield. Simon could still picture what she looked like under that robe. Sasha grinned and blushed, trying to cover herself up more. Simon quickly averted his gaze.

"Would you like a drink?" Sasha asked. Simon nodded, staring intently at his hands on the table. Sasha rose and went to the fridge. "Anything in particular?" Simon shook his head. Sasha opened the door and grabbed a soda for both of them.

Sasha glanced back up the stairs, hoping Jodi would have come down by now. She realized she was on her own for this. She sat down, placing the can in front of Simon. He quickly grabbed it, opened it, and chugged at least half of the contents before setting it back down. She opened her mouth to explain the situation but was interrupted.

"How long?" It was where he wanted to start. He turned towards Sasha, remembering her screaming, straddling Jodi. "How long have you guys been . . . you know, together?"

"About two years. It started with Vera and me. Gradually, we got Jodi to join us." Sasha admitted.

"You've both been with Vera, too? How many others?" Simon didn't think he could be shocked anymore today.

"There haven't been any others. Just me, Vera, and Jodi. We've been friends since the third grade and when sex came around as a topic, well, we just started exploring it with each other." Sasha opened her can and took a sip. The silence drug out for a while before he spoke again.

"Why didn't you guys say anything? I mean, if she's a lesbian, why'd she get so mad at me?" Simon held his hands up at Sasha. "Not that I'm against homosexuals or anything, I just thought she liked me."

"She's not a lesbian, doofus." Sasha took another sip and burped. They both laughed.

"But I just saw you . . ." Simon protested.

"At most, you could probably consider us bisexual." Sasha smiled at him, blatantly checking him out. "I like pussy," Simon nearly choked as he took a sip, "but nothing beats a good stiff cock." Simon chuckled when he was finally able to breathe.

"So what now?" he asked. "Are you and Jodi . . ."

"Oh heavens, no. Trust me on this. Jodi really likes you. I mean REALLY likes you. You're all she ever talks about."

"Seriously?" Simon was a little taken back by this.

"Honestly, I've never seen her go nuts over a boy before, not even Evan. Then you moved in next door and it's like her brain just disappeared." Sasha looked over Simon's shoulder, scowling.

"What?" Simon looked behind himself. 

"I thought Jodi would be down here by now. She was a little surprised to see you in the hall." Sasha faced Simon again. "She wasn't sure how you'd react to . . . well, us, her and I." Sasha looked away, a little embarrassed. Simon was quiet for a few minutes. The silence was beginning to worry her until Simon finally spoke.

"I think," Simon paused, "I think I'm okay with it." Sasha sighed audibly, tension easing from her shoulders.

"So if Jodi and I want to continue, you'd be okay with it?" Simon couldn't help but hear the hope in her voice.

"Yeah." Simon glanced over at Sasha, visions of her naked form swimming through his head. "To be totally honest, I thought it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen."

"Really? Jodi said you looked horrified in the hall." Sasha smiled as a new possibility dawned on her.

"It was just unexpected. I didn't think Jodi was into that kind of stuff. And I was a little embarrassed. When I saw her stick her fingers in your ass," Simon looked sheepishly down at his crotch, "I came." He glanced back at Sasha. Her eyes were wide with surprise, a hand covering her mouth. "I hadn't even touched myself."




Simon Pendleton Ch. 05



Author's note -- Sorry about the delay. My family's computer went down for a while causing them to use my own computer. Thus I could not use it while I was at work, which is when I do most of my writing. Having said that, enjoy. The Case of the Pesky Cherry is solved in this installment. Vote high and vote often. Thank you for your consideration. 

This is chapter 5 of a multi-chapter story. I recommend starting from the beginning if you have not already.

*****

Dec. '08

Awareness crept slowly over Simon. It started as a muffled beeping sound that steadily grew louder and clearer. Feeling returned to his body, starting at his head and radiating downwards. A dull throbbing drew his attention to his left shoulder. 'I wonder what that's about?' he thought.

His sensations expanded, prickling as if awakening from numbness. There was something in his hand. Both hands, he realized. He squeezed them lightly, trying to discover what they were. They were spongy and soft yet firm. His brain finally figured out they were hands. Someone, most likely two different someones, was holding his hands. 'Why would anyone be holding my hands while I'm in bed?' he thought. His brain had no answer, so filed it away for later consideration.

Simon partially opened his eyes. Darkness enveloped the room but for a dim, fluorescent light above his head. He fully opened his eyes only to find himself in a hospital room. Movement on his right side caught his attention. A head of reddish brown hair stirred next to him. It turned and Simon looked into the rapidly widening eyes of his sister, Cindy.

"Hey Cin," he whispered hoarsely, "What's going on?" Cindy stared at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. He was unprepared for what happened next.

"SIMON!!" Cindy practically jumped onto the bed to hug her brother. His left shoulder burned in protest. The body on his left side jerked awake when Cindy shrieked. Suddenly he was being crushed by his mother as well. They were both babbling, too rapid for Simon to understand it all.

"Whoa, whoa!" he grunted. "Mellow out already. I still need to breathe," he gasped. They both climbed off of him, embarrassed by their exuberance. Neither released the hand they held. They both started speaking at the same time then stopped, tears straining their smiling faces.

"Sorry, honey," Mary said, "We're both just glad to see you awake."

"What happened? Why am I in a hospital?" Mary and Cindy glanced at each other before Mary spoke again.

"We were afraid of that. The doctor said there might be some memory loss due to the high fever."

"Will you just tell me?" 

"What's the last thing you remember?" Cindy asked.

"I was at Sasha's talking about . . ." His brow furrowed in concentration, remembering the conversation. He decided they didn't need to know the contents of or reason for the conversation, ". . . school stuff. Then Jodi was missing. I was driving . . ." Simon thought harder but could not recall anything more. "That's it. Why? Was I in some kind of accident? Is Sasha okay?"

"Sasha's fine but this is what we were told by the police." Mary sat on the bed, cradling his left hand in her lap. "You threw yourself into a fight with four guys. Apparently, they tried to assault Jodi. One of them had a knife and stabbed you in the shoulder." Mary pointed at his left shoulder.

"That explains the bandage," Simon grimaced as his shoulder shifted, "and the pain, but why can't I remember any of it?"

"Mom, I'm gonna go get the nurse since he's awake." Cindy interrupted. She leaned in and kissed her brother on the cheek, giving his hand a final squeeze.

"Okay, Cindy." Mary hugged her daughter before she left. She turned back to Simon, "Your sister was terrified when she heard about what happened. Almost as much as I was."

"Quit stalling." Mary sighed, knowing he was right.

"After the fight, the paramedics said you passed out, probably from the exertion combined with blood loss. They brought you here to check your shoulder. Everything seemed fine at first, but you got a secondary infection in the wound." Mary's eyes started to tear up again. "Your temperature spiked up to 105 degrees. It stayed that high for a few hours before slowly falling. It rose and fell several times before it broke last night."

Simon would have fallen over if he hadn't already been lying down. Bits and pieces of that night came back to him, but not enough to fill it all in.

"How's Jodi doing?"

"Jodi had some bruised ribs, a bloody nose, a black eye and a concussion. The police believe you saved her from gaining anything worse." Simon sighed in relief, visibly relaxing.

Cindy reappeared with a nurse. She checked a few of his vitals and approved. "You're looking much better now, Mr. Pendleton." Turning to Mary, she said, "I'll make sure the doctor stops by first thing when he arrives. In my opinion, he'll probably discharge him within a few days."

"Thank you for everything." Mary hugged the nurse before she left.

"Hey, ma?" Mary sat on the bed next to her son. Cindy sat on his right side. "How long have I been in here?"

Mary hesitated for a moment before replying. "Nine days. You were heavily sedated for the first 24 hours while you healed after surgery. Then the infection set in."

"Damn." He hadn't realized the full extent of the situation. A thought struck him suddenly that chilled his spine. "Who else knows about all this?"

Again Mary paused. She didn't want to tell him but he needed to know before he was overcome by the media. "It was a very public situation, honey. Every local news outlet in the area has run at least some of the story. We've had to change phone numbers twice just to get it to stop ringing." Mary sighed, "You're being praised as a hero."

"Seriously? Son of a bitch!" Simon brought his hands up to cover his face. This was the last thing he wanted to happen. He felt like crying but controlled himself. Several deep breaths later, he felt better.

"So what now?" he asked.

"Now that we know you are ok, I think it's about time Cindy and I went home." Mary said.

"But Mom!" Cindy whined, her hand tightening around Simon's, crushing it to her chest. Simon became uncomfortably aware of its location.

"Come on, Cindy. Simon is going to need some time to digest all of this. Besides," Mary made a sniffing sound and screwed up her face, "I'm sure we're both a little ripe. We could both use a shower and a good night's rest."

"I don't want to go." Cindy seemed to be on the verge of tears. The last week and a half had frayed her nerves with worry over her brother. She had nearly lost it when she thought he might die. Simon squeezed her hand, smiling at her.

"Go on home for a bit, Cin. I'm not going anywhere." She hesitated for a moment then nodded. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and another yelp inducing hug.

Mary bent down and kissed her son on the forehead. "I'm very proud of you, son, but if you ever scare me like that again, I'll kill you myself." Her smile said she was joking but her eyes told him otherwise.

"Oh, by the way," Mary turned after getting her coat on, "I'll call Freddie. He's been keeping your friends informed on your status. I hope you'll be up for visitors tomorrow." Mary waved one last time and left.

Simon lay back on his pillow, gazing at the ceiling. His brain seemed unable to process anything. Everything was a jumble in his head. He barely noticed when he fell asleep.

*****

"Good morning." Simon recognized the nurse from the previous night as rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Feel like eating?" She chuckled when his growling stomach answered before he could. She checked a few of the monitors then said, "I'll have someone bring in some food for you."

Several minutes later, Simon felt like he had eaten a full buffet even though he left nearly half the food on the tray. The nurse popped back in to announce that he had visitors. Freddie, Derek, Sam, and Leslie surrounded his bed.

"It's about time you got up, lazy ass." Freddie clasped hands with Simon, relief clear on his face. "Here we are, trying to prepare for finals, and Simon's lounging around, being waited on hand and foot."

"Life sucks all over, Freddie," interjected Leslie, who gave Simon a brief hug. "How're you doing?"

"Recuperating. I'm hoping to see the doctor later today. He'll let me know if and when I get to go home."

"So is it true?" Derek blurted out.

"Dude, not cool." Sam shook his head.

"Is what true?" Simon inquired.

"Any of it. All of it. I mean, you're a hero, man." Derek leaned forward eagerly. Simon winced when he said 'hero'.

"You mean did I get in a fight? Yes." Simon sighed, "There was nothing heroic about it though. I really don't remember most of it." Simon adjusted his gown to briefly display the gauze covered wound on his shoulder. "My mom said the doc said my high fever might affect my short term memory. I don't remember much after leaving Sasha's house." Freddie cocked a surprised eyebrow at this.

"And what, may I ask, were you doing at Sasha's house?" Freddie's grin widened considerably.

"Nothing even remotely close to what is going through your head right now." Simon returned the grin.

"That would require something to be there in the first place," Derek said. Everyone laughed. It wasn't often he got one in on Freddie. They bullshitted for a while longer before a knock came at the door. Everyone turned to see an exhausted Sasha standing in the doorway.

"Since you've got better looking company waiting, we'll see ourselves out." Freddie held up his hands, "No, no, don't get up. We can find our own way." Simon flipped him off but smiled. They left after a few shaken hands and a hug. Sasha remained in the doorway until they left.

"Hey Sasha." Simon said. She stayed by the door. Her hair was mated and messy. It looked like she had not slept well these past few days. Her face was flushed and red, as if she had been crying recently. "Sasha?" he asked again, concern evident in his voice.

Suddenly, she burst into tears and ran to him. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and cried into his chest. He hugged her, whispering soothing words to her and rubbing her back.

"It's all my fault!" she blubbered.

"What!? No, it's not!" Simon stated.

"Yes it is. If I hadn't brought Jodi over to my place, you wouldn't have found us there." She tried to bury her head deeper into his chest. "She wouldn't have run and been attacked. You wouldn't have gotten hurt and nearly died." She cried even harder.

"Hey, it's okay." He continued rubbing her back, trying to calm her again. "I don't blame you for any of this and you shouldn't either." He lifted her head, looking into her eyes. The guilt and remorse he saw nearly broke his heart. Impulsively, he kissed her forehead.

"Everyone had a choice to make: Jodi could have stayed. I could have waited for her instead of walking in on you two. Although, I must say I don't regret that choice at all." He grinned and saw the corners of her lips twitch towards a smile. "The only ones who shoulder any of the blame are the guys who did this."

Sasha finally calmed after a few more minutes. She felt so safe in Simon's arms. She wanted to stay in them forever. She lifted her head and laughed. Simon looked down at the mess she made on his blanket and laughed as well.

"Thank you, Simon." She looked him in the eye and kissed him, brushing his lips with her tongue. "You make it really hard for a girl not to fall for you." Simon flushed in embarrassment. "Speaking of girls who have fallen for you," Sasha climbed off of Simon, noting the now tenting sheets, "Jodi was planning on stopping by later today, if you're up for it. She really misses you."

"I miss her too," his heart accelerated with the thought. "I'd love to see her."

"Good. I'll let her know later." She bent over, giving Simon a wonderful view of her cleavage. "I must look a total mess." she said, kissing his cheek. "I'm gonna shower and change before bringing Jodi here. We'll see you later."

"Behave this time," he said with a grin. She rolled her eyes and walked out. Simon felt drained suddenly. He fell asleep before he comprehended he was tired.

*****

Simon had been in the middle of a wonderful dream. He knew both Sasha and Jodi were there, but most of the other details were lost, save one. The warm, wet sensation of having his dick sucked lingered. At first, Simon simply relaxed into it, enjoying it. It was when he realized he was awake that his enjoyment became concern.

His blankets were bunched down by his knees. Black hair cascaded around his abdomen, obscuring the face of the girl giving him such excellent head. He had no idea how long she had been here but he was too close to stop it. He moaned as his balls tightened, his hands reaching out to entwine his fingers in her hair. The hair did not obscure the fact that this person was wearing a very sexy cheerleading outfit.

"Oh shit!" It was all the warning he could give before he erupted into her mouth. She greedily swallowed his load. She sucked and licked it clean, making certain that she got every last bit of cum. Simon was only slightly upset when the head lifted, revealing the face beneath.

"Roxanne," he said flatly.

"Afternoon, hero." She wiped her chin and licked her hand, slurping up the last remaining drops of his stuff. "Mmmm, thank you for lunch."

"What are you doing here?" Simon readjusted his clothing, pulling up and shoving the sheets underneath him.

"What? Can't I visit my boyfriend in the hospital after he risked his life to save another girl?" Roxanne smiled sweetly, blinking her eyes innocently.

"Sure, except I'm not your boyfriend."

"A mere technicality." She waved her hand dismissively. "Besides, the nurses don't know that." She giggled, climbing onto his bed. She straddled his hips, lifting the front of her short skirt to reveal her uncovered shaven pussy. She sat down, slowly rotating her hips on his crotch.

"You told them you were my girlfriend?" He grabbed her hips but had no real strength to lift her off. Roxanne grabbed his wrists, keeping his hands locked on her hips.

"Not in so many words, but I think they made up what I left out." She tilted her head back, exposing her neck and thrusting out her breasts. It was as if she knew exactly what to do to excite him. Though he just came, his cock rapidly regenerated. She moaned as it came into contact with her damp pussy lips through the sheets.

"Roxanne, please stop this." Simon half moaned, half whined.

"Why? You enjoy this just as much as I do." She leaned forward, her clit rubbing wonderfully on his covered cock. She licked his lips, moaning quietly. "And I do so enjoy this-s-s-s."

Simon silently admitted to himself that he enjoyed it as well. Roxanne seemed to be in constant need of release. If she had gotten to him before Jodi, who knows what would have happened.

Roxanne started pawing at his sheets, trying to pull them off of him. "Please . . . I can't take it anymore! I need you . . . want you inside me!" Her voice was filled with a breathy desperation. Simon braced his arms on his sheets, despite the stab of pain from his shoulder. She growled in frustration, rubbing her engorged clit on the rough hospital fabric.

Her grinding quickly increased in pace. She pulled his head up to hers, mashing their lips together. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, shuddering as her orgasm overtook her. Simon simply held on until she collapsed onto him, exhausted but smiling.

"God I needed that," she sighed, "but I still need more." She propped herself up on her elbows, their faces mere inches apart. "You know, I haven't gotten myself off since I heard you were in here. I was saving it for you, for when you woke up." 

She hoped he couldn't tell that she had been just as worried as everyone else. Her developing feelings were so foreign to her that she had no idea what to do. She threw herself at him, hoping to satisfy or rid herself of them, but was constantly turned away.

One of Simon's hands had drifted from her hip and roughly grabbed her ass. She sucked in her lower lip as he fondled her. His fingers brushed lightly against her outer lips. She rocked backwards, hoping to capture the invading digits within her. After teasing her for several seconds, he removed his hands from her body completely. Roxanne whimpered longingly.

"I think it's time you left," he said. His tone offered no argument. Like a scolded child, Roxanne climbed down off of him. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but Simon turned away from her. She ran from the room before he could see her tears.

*****

Jodi paced nervously outside Simon's room. She wanted to see him, to run into and be embraced by her savior's arms. But if she went in there and he rejected her for some reason, it would devastate her. 

All her fears, all her anxieties were based on a simple fear of rejection. She hadn't had sex with any guys because she was afraid they would leave her afterwards. Now this guy, this wonderfully amazing guy who probably saved her life, whirls in from another state and flips her head over heels in a matter of months. It more than a little freaked her out.

Sasha watched her best friend pace back and forth, casting furtive glances at his door. She never understood this part of Jodi. They had talked after she had gotten out of the hospital. Sasha had told Jodi what she and Simon had discussed in the kitchen before she took off. It relieved some of Jodi's worries, while cropping up more.

Sasha couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed Jodi by the shoulders. "What is your problem? Go in there already."

"I -- I don't know if I can," Jodi stuttered. "I think . . . I think I . . ." She couldn't finish it. She couldn't say the words.

"All the more reason for you to get in there." Sasha opened the door and pushed Jodi into the room.

*****

Simon tried to listen to the muted voices in the hall. It was simply something else to do rather than watch TV. Boredom had set in quickly after Roxanne left the room. He was hoping the doctor would arrive soon so he could go home.

The door to his room opened. Jodi, being shoved from behind, tromped partially into the room and stopped. Simon instantly sat up. Jodi's hair was neatly brushed but it covered part of her face. Simon remembered that she had been punched in the face. The bruises on her face were mostly clear, only a sickly yellow color remained around her obscured eye.

"Hi," she said.

Simon's heart leapt into his throat. It felt like it had been years since he had last seen her. She radiated beauty, despite her apparent discomfort. All he wanted to do was hold her. 'I wasn't explicitly told not to walk,' he thought.

Simon threw his covers off and swung his legs over the side. He felt a slight twinge in his left arm when he used it to push himself up. His feet touched the cold linoleum floor. Grabbing his I.V. stand, he walked to Jodi. She stood rooted to the spot. He stopped in front of her. His hand brushed her hair out of her face, brushing her cheek. 

"Hi," he said.

That was all it took. That one word and she melted into his arms. His arms crushed her to him as she sobbed. He kissed her hair until she tilted her head up. She noticed his own tears falling down his cheeks. 

Passion, uncontrolled, flared within both of them. Their tears mingled as they viciously kissed each other, the saltiness mixing with saliva. Simon's hands roamed down to her butt. He squeezed and lifted, despite his protesting shoulder. Jodi bounced up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She swore right then, she would never let him go.

Simon stumbled backwards. He stepped back until he was back by the bed and sat, never once breaking his connection with Jodi. Finally, the needs of the body outweighed the wants of the heart. Simon broke off to inhale deeply, as did Jodi. They looked into each other's eyes.




Simon Pendleton Ch. 05



"I love you," she said, nearly whispering. Fear tried to creep back over her but she crushed it mercilessly. Simon's huge smile only aided her.

"I love you too," he said. Simon hadn't realized it until that very moment. He was in love with Jodi. The happiness he saw in her glittering eyes only intensified the feeling. They hugged each other tightly. She kissed him one more time before leaning back to look at his face.

"I'm ready," she said. She knew he would know what she meant. "Whenever you get out of here, I'm ready." He grinned, pulling her with him as he fell back onto the bed.

"Why do we have to wait until I get out of here?" Immediately, his fingers went to her sides, tickling her mercilessly. She shrieked and laughed, slapping his hands away. Simon stopped instantly as she curled in pain.

"Sorry," she said, "my ribs aren't completely healed yet."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," he said. He slowly massaged her sides and she relaxed.

"You don't need to apologize. A little pain is a small price to pay." She laid her head on his chest, snuggling as close as she could, Simon's arms wrapped protectively around her.

"Ahem," a voice came from the door. Jodi turned, seeing Sasha standing by the door, her arms crossed and foot tapping. "While I am definitely enjoying the view, you might want to get under the covers. The doctor is coming, along with Simon's mom and sister."

Simon realized what she meant as he felt a cool breeze waft up his gown. He forgot he wasn't wearing any underwear, giving Sasha a clear view of his cock. When Jodi got off of him, he noticed Sasha was trying, poorly, to hide a grin. 

Oh well, he decided. If he was lucky, she might get a much closer look at it some other time. Simon climbed back into bed as Jodi took a chair by his right side. Sasha was standing next to Jodi when Mary walked in followed by Cindy and the doctor.

"Oh hello Jodi, Sasha." Mary walked around the bed and gave Jodi a hug. Cindy stayed on Simon's left, away from Jodi, upset by her presence. A middle aged man walked up and offered his hand to Simon.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Anders. It's good to finally meet you Simon." They shook hands. "So how are you feeling?"

"Pretty good considering everything. My left shoulder is a little sore and I don't remember much since before the fight." Simon held Jodi's hand in his.

"Speaking of, let's check that wound." Dr. Anders pulled Simon's gown down his chest. His left shoulder was bandaged and covered in gauze. The doctor carefully unwrapped the binding. The gauze, partially dried to the wound, stung as he removed it. Simon got his first look at his injury.

Everyone leaned over, gazing at the reddened line. Stitches criss-crossed the puckered wound. The doctor raised, lowered, and rotated Simon's left arm. "How's that feel?" he asked.

"It hurts a little, but feels better the more you do it." The doctor put down Simon's arm, added some new gauze, and rewrapped the shoulder.

"Other than some minor inflammation, it looks good. You will probably have full use of the muscle within four to six weeks, sooner if you work it. By the look of you, I'm sure it will get plenty of work." He made a few notes on Simon's chart. "I'll be back to check on it tomorrow. If the inflammation has not gotten any worse, I think you'll be able to go home."

The expectant tension in the room visibly decreased. Shoulders slumped and smiles brightened at the good news. Jodi squeezed Simon's hand. He squeezed it back, smiling.

"Is this the young lady that was the reason for this injury?" he asked. Jodi looked away, still guilty over the pain she caused Simon.

"In a sense, yes." Simon looked at Jodi. His hand reached out to her chin, turning her so he could look in her eyes. "And I'd gladly take a thousand more in her defense." Not turning away, he found her hand again and kissed it.

"Hopefully it won't come to that." He chuckled, "I don't know if we could fix you up afterwards. By the way, the police need to get a statement from you about the fight. If you're up to it, I'll call and let them know you're ready, okay?" Simon nodded. The doctor left.

"Well," Mary said, "it's good to know you'll be coming home soon." She wondered about Simon's statement and actions concerning Jodi. Could he be in love? She was both elated and fearful of that prospect. A small pain stabbed her heart. She suddenly realized she was jealous. Not just of Simon's new found love but that Jodi could have what she couldn't.

Cindy's feelings were following a similar yet darker line. This whole incident had crystallized things for her. She had tried to resist but couldn't anymore. She knew, unquestioningly, that she loved her brother. Not only as a sister, but as a woman loves a man. She wanted him to be her first. Jealousy surged through her veins when Simon kissed Jodi's hand. 

Sasha's conflicting emotions were barely being held in check. She hadn't realized how strong her feelings for Simon had become until earlier today. Combined with her real feelings for Jodi, Sasha was lost within herself. 'How great would it be to have them both,' she thought, yet knowing it could never happen.

After several minutes, a car pulled out of the visitor's parking lot of the hospital. Roxanne was still fuming over being denied again. Vague wisps of a plan began forming in her mind. She smiled, knowing that by the end of the school year, she would finally have him.

Blissfully unaware of the complications in his life, Simon smiled.

*****

Simon left the hospital the next day. His conversation with the police had been brief and routine. He wasn't to leave the area without notification. He was going to have to testify against the four men who assaulted Jodi. Simon avoided what media attention he could, but a welcome home party was waiting for him.

Though it was cold outside, many students and faculty from school were waiting outside. They had attached a large "Welcome Home" banner to the front of the house. He was cheered by those attending as he exited the car. Embarrassed, Simon hurried for the relative safety of his house. Inside, Jodi was waiting along with her parents.

Simon was nearly tackled by Jodi's mother, Pamela, almost as soon as he walked through the door. She hugged him tightly, blubbering her gratitude incoherently. He patted her on the back a few times before Jodi's father, Greg, pulled her back.

"I think what my wife is trying to say is that we cannot thank you enough for what you have done for our only child." Greg stifled some of his own tears as he shook Simon's hand. "It's a rare person who would defend someone else without regard for their own safety. Words are a poor way to express my gratitude, but they are all I have. Thank you, Simon."

After her parents moved away, Jodi walked forward and embraced him. She whispered into his ear, "Don't worry. I've got a special gift for you to show my appreciation." She pulled back and smiled seductively. The look on Simon's face was not the one she expected.

"Excuse me," he said, pulling abruptly away from her, "I need to put my things in my room." Simon disappeared down the stairs, leaving a momentarily stunned Jodi standing behind him. Not wanting the moment to be ruined, she followed.

"What was that about?" she asked. Simon stood by his dresser with an open bag. He pulled out some of the clothes he got back from the fight. The police had kept the shirt as evidence, but he was allowed to take the rest.

"Nothing," he replied.

"What do you mean nothing?" she asked, stepping towards him.

"I mean exactly what I said, nothing." He snapped back.

"What's your deal? Did I say something wrong?" Jodi put her hands on his shoulders but he shrugged them off as he walked away. "What!? Please tell me!" Jodi was on the verge of tears.

Simon stopped and sighed, "It's what you said upstairs."

"What?"

"I didn't do this to get some kind of reward and especially not to get laid." He turned to look at her, "If I never saw you again after that fight, knowing that you were okay would have been reward enough for me." Simon sat on his bed, "I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything for me."

"Is that what you thought? That I felt obligated to fuck you for saving me?" Jodi almost sighed in relief.

"That's how you made it sound upstairs. I don't want anything from you. I just-" The rest of his comment was cut off as Jodi tackled him onto the bed. Her mouth covered his as she insistently shoved her tongue down his throat.

They kissed passionately for several minutes, their hands roaming all over each other's body. Jodi bit and nibbled on Simon's ear causing him to groan. He squeezed her ass, thrusting up into her crotch. Finally, she pulled back and sat up, lust still etched on her face.

"If anyone else had come to my rescue, they might have gotten a kiss out of it. I love you, Simon Pendleton. I'm not afraid to admit it anymore." Jodi bent forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I want you. I need you to be my first."

Jodi's words sounded oddly familiar to him, but he dismissed it immediately. She giggled suddenly.

"God I sound like such a slut!" She rolled off of and laid next to him, snuggling into his armpit. "You are the only one I've ever felt about this way. Since the first time I saw you, I somehow knew you were going to be the one."

"I know how you feel. There's definitely something more to this than just physical attraction." Simon lifted her head so he could look at her face. "It's like if you give in to this feeling, you could lose yourself in the other person. Not just a piece, but all of yourself." Jodi nodded emphatically.

"Exactly!" She kissed him again, maintaining the contact longer this time. "But I'm not scared anymore. Well, I am, but not enough to hold back any longer. If I am to be consumed, I want it to be by you." They were quiet for a few moments, digesting the feelings and thoughts that had passed between them.

"I guess the next question then is when and where?" Simon asked.

"It has to be before Christmas break. My family is heading to my grandparent's farm and I don't want to wait until next year," she smiled at her little joke.

"Okay. How about that Friday before? We can make it a long, romantic date. You know: dinner, movie, then whatever," he said.

"Whatever, huh?" Jodi grinned, "And what exactly do you mean by 'whatever'?"

"It means that no matter whatever happens, you are all I need."

"Dammit!" she snarled. "If my parents weren't here, I'd do you now." Jodi mashed her lips to his, kissing him deeply. It was another several minutes before they heard a knock on the wall at the top of the stairs.

"Jodi," she heard her father call, "it's time to go. Let Simon get some rest."

She sighed, "Speaking of parents." She climbed off of him and helped him stand. They held hands as they walked back up the stairs.

"Everything okay?" Mary asked.

"Yeah," Simon answered, "Just a minor misunderstanding. I'll see you later." He gave Jodi a quick peck on the cheek before she left. After another hug from her mom and a handshake from her dad, they left.

Simon jumped into the air, shouting. He ran over to his mother, pulled her out of her chair, and twirled her around the room, dancing. His elation was infectious as soon she was laughing along with him. They danced briefly before Simon dipped her low. Mary's heart shuddered, staring into the eyes of her son before he brought her back up. She was breathing heavily, clinging to Simon. Not all of it was due to the impromptu dance.

"You okay Ma?" he asked.

"Yes," she gasped. She was enjoying the sensation of his strong arms around her. "You just . . . caught me by surprise, that's all." She pushed away, finally, her desire screaming at her. "What's got you in such a good mood?"

"Just happy to be alive, I guess." He smiled and grabbed her hand, "Thank you ever so much for the dance, fair maiden." He kissed her hand and bowed low before her. He literally pranced back down stairs, humming to himself.

Mary berated herself for the thoughts whirling through her mind. 'He's my son,' she thought. Her brain repeated the mantra over and over again until her body quieted. The desire was not gone, she knew, only suppressed. She would have to stay on guard against its resurgence.

*****

Agonizingly, that Friday approached. Finals for the fall semester were over and kids were getting ready to enjoy their winter break. Simon waited near the back doors of the school for Jodi. He did not expect to be this nervous. He jumped when someone touched his shoulder.

"My, my. Jumpy, aren't we?" Roxanne giggled, "What's got you so nervous?" She still flirted with him, but not as much as before. To Simon, it seemed as though she had finally given up on him. Their relationship had become much friendlier since Roxanne became much less aggressive. "Is there something I can do to, I mean, for you?" she grinned.

"Ha ha, Roxy, very funny." Simon chuckled. "I'm just waiting for Jodi. She's giving me a ride home."

"Oh, you got big plans tonight?" Simon could not help but look her over. She always dressed to impress, no matter where she was and she was on fire today. Roxanne was probably the only girl in school that would wear a skirt even in winter.

Today's was a tight little white number that ended just above her knees. She wore white stockings that traveled up over her knees and ended just under the skirt. Topping it all was a puffy white sweater. If she stood still, you might almost think she was a snow-woman come to life.

"Jodi and I are going on a date tonight. We're going all out since she'll be heading out of town tomorrow to visit relatives."

"Sounds nice. She's a lucky girl." Roxanne smiled innocently at him. "Oddly enough, I'll be leaving for a few days too." She spotted Jodi coming down the hallway. She walked up to Simon and gave him a friendly hug. "Since I won't be seeing you for a while, have fun. Don't do anything I would." Roxanne grinned as she turned and walked off.

"Well there goes my plans!" he yelled back at her.

"What was that about?" Simon whirled around to find Jodi standing there with her arms crossed.

"What? Roxy?" Simon stepped up and encircled Jodi with his arms. "She was just wishing us a good time on our date tonight."

"And the hug?" Jodi asked, putting her arms around him too.

"She was just saying good bye. She's also heading out of town for Christmas." Simon smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Why? You jealous?"

"Should I be?" Jodi asked, only slightly seriously.

"Nope." He kissed the tip of her nose. "You're the only girl I see. Roxy's just a friend."

"A friend, huh?"

"Yeah, a friend. She's actually rather nice once you get to know her."

"Know her? As you know her? Like in a biblical sense?" Jodi smirked.

"Hey now, that's not fair. She's behaved herself since I got out of the hospital. I think she finally understands that I already have the best possible girlfriend ever." He hugged her tighter.

"Then why are we standing here? Aren't you supposed to be taking me out tonight?"

Simon slapped his forehead, "I knew there was something I was forgetting."

"Ha ha, funny man," she said dryly. Simon extended his elbow. Jodi hooked her arm into his and they walked to her car.

*****

"It's going to scar," Simon said to no one in particular. 

He was checking out his wound before getting dressed. Jodi had dropped him off and expected him in about half an hour. He noticed the puckering wound on his shoulder during his shower. Getting a better look at it afterwards, it was still red but not swollen anymore.

"Hey, Simon? Can you - -?" Cindy's question caught in her throat as she walked into his bathroom. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw him wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. "Sorry!" Cindy whirled around, her back to him now. "I didn't hear the water so I assumed you would have been dressed by now."

"No problem," he said, nonchalantly. "Does this look funny to you?"

"Excuse me?" she choked out.

"My scar. Does it look odd to you?" he asked again.

"I -- I -- I haven't really looked at it since you got home," she stuttered. 

"Well come here and look. I need an objective set of eyes." Cindy turned back around. Her mouth went dry as she gazed upon her brother's partially nude body. There were several things running through her mind, most illegal since he was her brother, but she stepped up and checked Simon's wound.

She slowly ran her fingertips around the stitches, not wanting to touch the actual scar. Her eyes absorbed his form, feasting on his sculpted features.

"You okay?" he asked. His voice shocked her out of her revelry. She cleared her throat a few times before speaking.

"Fine. I'm fine . . . uh you look fine. The -- the wound I mean. It looks fine." Cindy stumbled over her words as she explained herself.

"Okay, thanks. You can relax now." He chuckled, picking up a spray can and a bottle. "What do you think: cologne or body spray?" He held them up in front of her.

"That cologne smells really good on you," she said almost wistfully. "I mean, wear whatever you want. Why should I care?" She stormed off in a huff. Simon stared after her.

"What's her problem?" he asked no one in particular.

*****

Simon stood shivering on the porch after ringing the doorbell. The door opened after a few moments to reveal Jodi's father, Greg. "Simon. Come on in." He gestured inside. "Jodi's not quite ready yet."

"That's okay," Simon said, shaking Greg's hand, "I'm a little early."

"Let me take your jacket." Simon handed it over. "I'd like to talk with you for a moment, if you don't mind." He walked into the kitchen.

Simon gulped, sensing the tone in Greg's voice, "Sure."

"I'll get right to the point." He gestured for Simon to sit and took a seat across from him. "I believe I have a reasonable idea of what is going to happen tonight." Simon's face turned white causing Greg to chuckle. "I'm not as old fashioned as some people, nor as overprotective, but Jodi is my only daughter and I would do anything for her."

"I understand, Mr. Holden," Simon said.

"Please call me Greg. I don't think you fully understand my meaning, Simon." He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "I see the way my daughter looks at you, the way her whole demeanor changes when you call or are around. If I didn't think you were too young, I'd say she was in love with you."

"Greg, I really care for her. I've never felt this strongly about anyone before."

"I know. It's what I was trying to explain back when you got out of the hospital." Greg looked toward the stairs leading up to Jodi's room. "I guess I'm just asking you to take care of her. You're both eighteen so, legally, there's nothing I can do to stop you. I just don't want her to get hurt . . . or pregnant."

"Those are two of the very last things on earth I want. My dad wasn't ready to be a father at my age and neither am I. But I've learned from his mistakes." They were both quiet for a while before Greg spoke again.

"Anyways, have fun tonight," he grinned, "just not too much fun. I trust you, Simon, more than any other boy she's dated." The stomping of feet heralded Jodi's descent from her room.

"Hey sexy, you ready to go?" she asked. She wore black jeans with a tight dark red sweater. Her hair flew around her head wildly, yet still sexy. Her smile lit up the room as she walked to Simon. She kissed his cheek, leaving a light lipstick mark.

"Well, yes I am, honey, but aren't you going out with Simon tonight?" Greg's face was split with a grin.

"Funny dad. Really. You should be a stand-up comedian." Jodi said dryly. She tugged on Simon's arm, "Let's go before he gets ideas about actually joining us." They went towards the door leading to the garage.




Simon Pendleton Ch. 05



"Bring her home in one piece," he said waving.

*****

The date was a little awkward. Both of them were nervous about the prospect of what would happen later that night. Unfortunately, it meant uncomfortable silences and strained laughter at times. They drove back after the movie to Jodi's house and walked to Simon's. In his room, they sat, both wondering what to do next.

"Maybe we're rushing things," Simon said. "I don't think either of us should be this nervous."

"Yeah," Jodi agreed, sitting next to him on the bed. "You'd think it would be easier. It's not like we haven't been naked around each other." She leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder.

Simon sighed, placing his hand on her thigh. He slowly stroked up and down her leg, eliciting a soft purr from Jodi. Touching made it easier for him. His doubts and nerves went away leaving only his feelings for her. He turned to her, just as she turned to him. Their eyes locked briefly before they came together in a kiss.

It started slow with light pecks as the passion built. Soon, they fell back onto Simon's bed as the kissing became more needful. Their hands roamed, caressing, touching, and feeling each other. One of Simon's hands curled into Jodi's hair, pulling her head back slowly, breaking the kiss.

Simon moved down to Jodi's neck. Licking, sucking and kissing as Jodi moaned her excitement. She rubbed her fingers over his head and back. She growled when he scraped his teeth lightly against her throat.

Jodi rolled Simon onto his back, straddling him. Sitting up, she grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it up over her head. She had removed her bra in the bathroom of the movie theater. She thrust her breasts out, running her hands over her nipples. Simon's hands followed hers. She shuddered as they came into contact.

Jodi fell forward again, kissing him deeply. She felt his raging hard on as he ground it up into her. She wiggled on it in joy.

"We're gonna have to do something about this first," she said, reaching down to squeeze his member. "I don't want you shooting off too quickly." She pulled Simon's shirt up, bunching it under his arms. She slithered down his abdomen, dragging her stiff nipples across his chest and licking her way down. It was Simon's turn to moan. She inhaled his scent, loving the cologne he wore.

Jodi undid his pants, his cock nearly forcing the zipper apart in its urgency to be free. Pre-cum soaked the front of his boxers, a line connected it to the end of his dick as she pulled them down. The angry red member bounced free of its confinement. Jodi grasped it, smearing the head with his lubricant. She glanced one more time at him before engulfing him in one smooth motion.

Simon's thoughts were in a swirl of confusion. He loved blow jobs and Jodi was getting better each time she went down on him. Unfortunately, every time he closed his eyes, he saw a different head over his pelvis. He watched Jodi's flaming red hair spread over him but then it turned into the raven black of Roxanne's. Hers turned into the light brunette of Sasha. He began thrusting more into Jodi's mouth.

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed as the face below him turned into his sister's, however briefly, before becoming his mother's. "FFUUUCK!!" he cried as his orgasm ripped thru him. His hips propelled themselves off the bed causing Jodi to gag as she swallowed his seed. Thankfully, it was Jodi's face that grinned back at him.

"Damn, it was a good thing we got that one out of the way," she giggled, wiping the mess off her chin. "You might have split me open otherwise."

"God damn, that was terrific." He set aside the question of the false images he saw. "Your turn." Simon grabbed Jodi and spun around. She ended up beneath him, excited and flushed. He made short work of the jeans and looked questioningly at Jodi. She wasn't wearing panties. She simply shrugged and grinned.

With a grin of his own, he kissed her second set of lips, shoving his tongue as deep as it would go. There was little foreplay needed as Jodi was already dripping with excitement. He tried to scoop out as much as he could with his tongue. She tasted like the sweetest of waters to a drowning man. He sensed her rapidly reaching orgasm and moved to attend to her clit. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" she cried as he sucked her pink pearl in between his lips. Her thighs clamped onto his head as her hands scrambled for holds on his bald head. His tongue brushing teasingly across her enlarged and engorged clit. 

She was already nearing her climax as she felt something probing her. She opened her eyes in shock as one of Simon's fingers came in contact with her asshole. Simon had never done this to her before and as his digit inched slowly into her rectum, she screamed in orgasm. Her sphincter locked onto the intruder and refused to release it as Jodi rode out her climax, bucking against Simon's face. Simon came up smiling as Jodi released him from her grip.

"That was a first," she said. "Where did that come from? You've been learning new tricks with someone else?" she grinned, her legs splayed open in exhaustion.

"In a sense," he smiled. His cock was pointing straight out, hovering just above Jodi's quivering pussy. "I saw you doing something similar to Sasha. She seemed to enjoy it so I thought maybe . . ."

"You thought right," Jodi said. She grasped Simon's cock, rubbing it lightly over her mound. "I didn't know how to bring it up but I really like having my butthole played with." Simon began moving his cock in between Jodi's hand and pussy. She had been rubbing it in circles over her clit. Their combined motions caused it to slip from her fingers just as Simon pulled back and Jodi lifted her hips. He pushed forward until the head came in contact with her labia.

They both froze. Simon was mere centimeters from penetrating her most intimate of depths. He began to pull back but she stopped him, grabbing his cock. She crooked a finger, beckoning him down to her. He leaned forward, supporting himself on his hands. He searched her face for any signs of reluctance but found none as she pulled him deeper into herself.

Simon thought he had known heaven until he popped into her box. Though he had just come, he was already close to climaxing. Jodi pulled him deeper until he came up against that thin barrier within her. She then released her hold on him, instead wrapping her legs around his waist and gripping his arms with her hands.

Simon braced himself, looking deeply into her eyes. She nodded slightly and Simon pushed through. Jodi yelped, digging her nails into his arms. Simon stopped, about half of his length within her. A tear formed in her eye and Simon began to pull back. "Don't you dare," she whispered, clutching him tighter. "Just give me a minute."

Simon waited as Jodi relaxed and shifted herself under him. Her movements kept him near his peak. "Ok, keep going, but slowly."

Simon pushed in a little more then pulled back slightly. Jodi tensed but Simon pushed back in, a little deeper than before. Jodi smiled and nodded so Simon kept at it, pulling back then pushing in a little more each time until he was fully encased within her.

They stayed that way for several minutes, reveling in the warmth and a feeling of perfection neither knew could exist. They kissed. Slowly, by unspoken agreement, Simon pulled back until just the head remained inside. As he pushed back in, Jodi moaned, her eyes wide with delight.

"Oh God!" she cried. "I never thought it could feel so good!" Encouraged, Simon thrust faster. Jodi only groaned more, grunting whenever he hit bottom. "Oooooh . . . Don't stop! Don't you ever fucking stop!" Jodi shifted, placing her heels on his ass. She used the leverage to push him harder into her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried every time they slammed together. Her nasty talk only caused Simon to piston into her more forcefully. "Oh yes! Harder! Come on, I won't break!" she yelled.

"I'm . . . getting . . . close." Simon grunted.

"Me too! Don't stop!" Jodi panted, "I'm so fucking close!"

"But . . ." Simon tried to pull out but Jodi forced him back into her.

"It's okay. I'm on the pill." She grabbed his face, causing him to stare into her eyes. "I want to feel it inside me. Fill me with it!" She desperately wanted to close her eyes and descend into the sensations, but she held his gaze. They refused to look from each other as it hit them.

Simon slammed into her once more. His cockhead exploded, pumping gallons into her. Jodi felt his orgasm splash inside, sparking her own climax. Their eyes remained locked on each other as if held by the will of the other. Neither could look away until the other did so first. Their orgasms seemed to continue as long as they did not look away, orgasmic energy flowing between them.

Simon, his left arm twitching, broke away first, betrayed by his body. He collapsed on top of Jodi, gasping for air. Jodi felt the last wave of orgasm wash over her as he fell. They lay there, breathing heavily, entwined.

Jodi turned to Simon. She kissed his forehead, "That was amazing."

"You're amazing," he replied, kissing the tip of her nose. 

"Will it always be like that?" she asked.

"Only if we're lucky."

"Speaking of . . ." Jodi flexed her muscles, squeezing a still hard cock within her. "Feels like you're ready to go again," she grinned.

"Actually, now that I think about it, I don't think I've gone soft yet," a slightly awed Simon explained.

"Hmmm. I guess I should finish what I started. Roll over." Simon moved, allowing Jodi to get up, and laid in her spot. Jodi stood on wobbly knees, staring at her boyfriend, when a nasty thought entered her head. She knelt next between his legs and devoured his cock. Simon moaned in surprise as Jodi licked their combined juices off of his dick. Jodi released him with a pop. "Fuckin' a, Jodi." was all he could say.

"Yummy," she said. "We taste good together." She crawled up his body and straddled his hips. She only teased him briefly, rubbing her cunt on his cock, before lining it up and impaling herself on it. She sat all the way down in one try. A feeling of perfection washed over them again.

Jodi's head fell back, losing herself in the sensations. Simon gazed, entranced by the erotic sight of this lovely girl riding him. Flashes from a previous night, her body bathed in moonlight, filtered into his mind. She moved her hips back and forth, grinding him.

Simon ran his hands up her stomach and encircled her breasts. She gasped when his fingers grazed her nipples. Her head snapped forward, lust displayed on features. She grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her mouth. She wet his finger on her tongue and let go. Simon's hand immediately returned to the nipple, wetting it with Jodi's saliva. She groaned again.

During this, Jodi's hips began moving up and down. A few inches at first but she was quickly slamming herself onto his cock with reckless abandon. Simon latched onto her hips and matched her rhythm, thrusting up into her. Jodi placed her hands on his chest, giving her better leverage to pound Simon's poor abused cock.

Few intelligible words were passed between them. Their vocabulary degenerated to grunts, groans, and growls. Jodi's orgasm hit her like a 2x4 to the back of the head. Her head hung low as she stopped moving. Simon continued to slam into her as her body quivered. She flung her head back, releasing a single long wail.

Jodi's shuddering climax was the final straw for Simon. Her pussy muscles squeezed him in a death grip. He thrust as deeply as he could, adding his own voice to her scream, and emptying his third load of the night into her. Simon's hips dropped back onto the bed causing Jodi to lose her balance. Her legs and arms as jello, she collapsed on top of Simon, exhausted. Simon wrapped his arms around her, feeling himself finally deflate.

*****

Consciousness battered at the walls of Simon's mind for what seemed like hours before finally breaking through. He ran down the checklist. His legs were entwined with another set. His penis lay limp and flaccid against the ass of what he hoped was a female. His left arm encircled a body, cupping a firm yet soft breast, confirming the gender. His right arm was being used as a pillow by the person with him.

He opened his eyes. Expecting darkness, he was surprised to see light. It was only his table lamp but it was still bright. He slowly focused on the red hair in front of his face and smiled. He was tired but in a good way. And he had to pee.

Gently, he removed his arm from under Jodi's head. He slowly got up from the bed. He stopped, hearing a quiet mumble from Jodi. He continued to the bathroom when she quieted. Coherent thought was beyond his capabilities as he relieved himself. 

Returning, he turned out the lights and grabbed the blanket that had fallen on the floor. He snuggled back up to her, feeling her shift back into him as well. He pulled the covers up and quickly descended back to sleep.

*****

Simon awoke, alone. He looked around but saw no one. Then he heard the toilet flush and Jodi walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was disheveled but she grinned from ear to ear upon seeing him awake. She had borrowed one of his older t-shirts that barely stretched to her mid thigh.

"Morning," she said, leaning over. Simon got a perfect view of her tits through the neck hole of the shirt before she distracted him by shoving her tongue into his mouth. He happily returned the affection.

"Good morning to you too. Sleep well?" he said. She sat on the bed next to him.

"God, I don't think I've ever slept that hard in my life." Her smile lit up the room more than the sunshine. "Hopefully, I'll get to do it more often."

"Anytime, my dear." He reached up, pulling her back onto the bed with him, kissing her neck.

"Damn, I really want to do it again, but I need to get home," she purred. One of Simon's hands meandered up under her shirt, across her thighs, towards her pussy. Instinctually, she parted her legs, allowing him access. Simon's fingers probed her cunt, tickling her clit until she could take no more.

"Ugh! Damn you!" she cried. Jodi whipped the covers off, exposing Simon's ready hard on. She straddled him and nearly missed when she sat down. Again, a feeling of completeness came over them, as if this was meant to be. She rode him hard and fast but she still came twice before Simon finally found release.

"We need a shower," Simon said after laying there for several minutes.

"Why? Are you saying I stink?" she barked, mock fury in her tone.

"You smell like sweat and sex but I'm pretty sure we both need to clean up after last night and this morning."

"All right but only if you join me!" Jodi grinned, flinging the discarded shirt onto the floor.

"As my lady commands." Simon quickly followed her into the bathroom.

The shower lasted longer than Jodi expected. Simon's hands seemed to reach everywhere as he soaped her body. He paid far more attention to her poor battered cunt than was necessary but Jodi didn't mind. The soap added a little extra lubrication as he popped a finger into her ass and two into her pussy. His thumb rubbed over her clit, making her squirm. 

Jodi held out as long as she could but Simon's newly applied skills brought her to another screaming climax. Juices poured over his hand as his fingers plowed into her. Halfway through, her knees gave out and Simon had to hold her up. Jodi clung to him as if he were a life raft in a storm. A few minutes passed before she turned to him and said, "You are getting far too good at that."

"I'll take that as the compliment it was intended," he said grinning.

Simon attempted to dry himself off after the shower but was pleasantly surprised when Jodi dropped to her knees. She swallowed his prick, sliding it in and out of his mouth. Her right hand held the base of it, jerking it with short strokes. She circled the head with her tongue causing Simon to grunt and pound his hand on the sink. Shortly, he was erupting into her mouth for the second time in twenty-four hours.

*****

"Morning," Mary said as Simon and Jodi entered the kitchen. "I'd ask if you had a good time last night but since I was awoken by a loud shout . . ." Mary laughed as both of them turned a very vibrant red color. "Next time remember that there are other people in this house who are not as lucky as you two. Try to keep the volume down below a banshee wail, okay?"

"Sorry ma. I guess we got a little carried away." His grin betrayed the fact that he wasn't the least bit sorry.

"Yeah right. I need to go into work and finish up a few things." Mary got up from the table and hugged her son. "At least I know my little boy has skills."

"Mom!" Simon cried as Jodi smiled, nodding her head. Mary fled upstairs to her room, laughing.

"She's right though," Jodi said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "While I have nothing to compare it to, I would have to say you definitely have skills." He leant down, kissing her lightly.

"I wasn't alone, you know." Simon grabbed her ass, lifting her off the ground. Automatically, Jodi wrapped her legs around his waist. "It wouldn't have been half as good without you there." They kissed, not hurriedly this time, but lingering.

Jodi broke the kiss reluctantly. "I need to get home," she said. "I still need to pack."

"I know. It just sucks that you're not going to be around for two weeks."

"Yeah." Jodi unwrapped herself as Simon lowered her to the floor. She stared into his eyes, "I love you."

"I love you too," he replied. Jodi gave him one last kiss before walking out the front door. Simon watched her until she walked into her house.

*****

"Please Simon! Just do me this one favor!" Roxanne pleaded over the phone.

"I don't know, Roxy. It sounds too much like a date." Despite his reluctance, Jodi had been gone for a week and a half and Simon was feeling somewhat antsy. The prospect of going somewhere, anywhere, with anyone right now sounded good to him. Who knew so many of his friends would take off over winter break?

"Not a date, just two friends keeping each other company. I need someone there to keep daddy's friends off of me," she said.

"Is it that bad?" he asked.

"Jesus, at my dad's last New Year's party, I got offered a thousand dollars if I'd pretend to be one guy's 'daughter' for the night." Simon could actually picture her doing air quotes when she said daughter.

"A thousand bucks? What did you say?"

"Simon! Eewwww, God no! He was like fifty years old!" she paused momentarily. "Besides, I'm not a whore, just a slut." She giggled. "So please will you come with me?" Simon never could resist the plea of a beautiful woman.

"Okay, but just as friends. Deal?"

"Deal. I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow night, okay?"

"Okay," he sighed.

"Thanks. You have no idea how much this means to me. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye." He hung up after hearing her disconnect.

Simon descended the stairs to his room. He would have called Jodi but her relative's lived out in the country with no cell service and he didn't have their phone number. They had talked for about an hour on Christmas, but that was pretty much it since she'd been gone. 

He missed her terribly. At least getting out of the house would get his mind off of her for a little while.

*****

"You look very nice by the way," Roxanne said. Simon smiled sheepishly as he glanced around the dance floor of the country club. It was definitely a higher class establishment than he was used to. "This is where you are supposed to compliment me back," she said, grinning.

"Oh yeah, right. I'm sorry; I guess I'm just a little intimidated by the surroundings. You do look wonderful tonight." He scanned her while spinning her away on one arm. Her heels gave her a four inch lift but it still put her about half a foot shorter than him. Her toned legs balanced on them as though born with them on. Her simple, yet tight and very sexy black dress hugged her like a shadow.




Simon Pendleton Ch. 06



This is chapter six of a multi part story. You don't need to start at the beginning but it is recommended to get the full feel of it. This chapter contains some group sex. If this offends your sensibilities, please cease reading. I'd rather you not read it and get no vote than upset you and get a low vote. Otherwise, enjoy and thank you for your patience!

*****

Jan '09

Howling winds blasted the door open as Simon and Freddie rushed inside. The blizzard had rolled in rapidly and unexpectedly. School had been cancelled as soon as possible but it had been near white out conditions even by then. It had taken Freddie nearly twenty minutes to drive to Simon's place.

"Holy shit!" Simon exclaimed. He pushed the door closed against the wind. He turned around, leaning up against it. "Does it always get that bad up here?" he panted. Being from Arizona, Simon had never experienced a blizzard before. He now realized that blindness did not always mean darkness.

"Not always," said Freddie. "I mean, this is bad, but we've had worse."

"Worse!? How could it get any worse?" Simon exclaimed.

"Well, the wind speed is only about twenty mph. plus the snow is pretty well stuck to the ground." Freddie glanced back outside. "You should have seen it about twelve years ago. Thirty plus mph wind speed combined with big thick flakes. Shut down the area for nearly two days."

"You do know that was a rhetorical question, right?" Simon retorted, removing his jacket to store in the closet. He grabbed Freddie's offered jacket and placed it in there as well.

"Hey, you asked," Freddie smiled. "I just thought I would illuminate the fact that, yes, it can get worse." Simon pulled out his phone. "Who're you calling?"

"My mom." The phone began ringing. "I need to see if - - Hi, mom?"

"Hey Simon. Did you make it home okay?" Mary asked.

"Yeah. Freddie gave me a ride. Are you okay?"

"Yes but unfortunately I'm going to have to wait out the storm here at work. There's almost no visibility and there's no way I'm gonna try to drive home in this. Is Cindy with you?"

"No. She said she was going to get a ride from Amanda since her car wasn't working. As far as I know, she's okay but I haven't talked to her since I left school."

"All right. If you talk to her, have her call me." Mary said.

"Do you mind if Freddie stays? It was bad enough just getting here . . ."

"That's fine. Just try to leave the house in one piece, okay? I love you," she said.

"Love you too, ma. Be safe. Bye." Simon ended the call and dialed his sister.

"Hey Si," Cindy answered. She had only recently started calling him that. She said it was because there were so many girls at school 'sighing' over him.

"Hey, Cin. Did you make it to Amanda's house okay?"

"Yeah we're fine." He heard giggling in the background. "How are you?"

"Fine. I got a ride from Freddie. Call mom. She wants to know you're okay."

"Aye, aye Captain Sexypants." Raucous laughter burst from the phone into Simon's ear before it went dead.

Simon looked over at Freddie, "I think my sister is either getting drunk or stoned."

"Good thing she's not here then." Freddie grinned evilly. "I might not have been able to maintain my gentlemanly composure."

"Whatever. Help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen. I'll be right back." Simon descended the stairs to his room. He took off his jeans in favor of sweatpants. In the bathroom, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, after splashing warm water onto his face. The winds continued to rage and batter the house, failing in their attempt to rip it apart.

Simon dried his face on a towel. Looking in the mirror, he was not wholly surprised by the look of exhaustion on his face. Sure, the weather was bad, but it wasn't the cause for the circles under his eyes. Unbidden and unwelcome, memories flooded his mind once again.

*****

"Happy New Year!"

The roar of the crowd reached a deafening crescendo though Simon could hear nothing but the pounding of blood in his ears. Long repressed desire consumed him. Violently, he thrust his tongue between her lips, invading her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his head, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Simon broke away, inhaled, and dived towards her neck. Roxanne cried out in ecstasy as his teeth and tongue grazed her neck. He pawed at her dress, mangling her breasts and pinching her nipples.

"Oh God, Yes!" she cried as he forced her down onto the cold bench. It's not where she wanted it to happen, but she would take what she could. One arm wrapped around his neck, Roxanne's other hand flew to his belt. Deftly, she undid it with one hand and searched for the clasp of his slacks. She shoved her hand down the front of his slacks and grasped his rigid member.

He growled into her neck, pressing harder. Simon's hands grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her hips. The cold metal of the bench caused Roxanne to yelp as her bare ass came into contact. 

"God, I've wanted you for so long," she cried. She released his rock hard cock from its confinement, springing it into the cold night air.

"So long . . ." he repeated back. Roxanne simultaneously pulled him closer while shifting lower. She had not worn panties in anticipation of this moment.

"Now you'll be all mine," she whispered.

"All yours . . ." The head of his cock came into contact with the blast furnace between her legs. She was drenched; a hot wet refuge from the cold night air. Her heels dug into Simon's ass as she tried to push him into her.

Her words slammed home with a sudden realization. A surge of desperate panic ripped through Simon, lifting his face from her neck. Fear tore him from her grasp. He jumped away, his angry swollen member bobbing in the night air.

"No . . ." he gasped, "We can't . . . I can't do this." She sat up, fear and confusion on her face.

"No! You can't stop now!" she cried. She rolled off of the bench, lurching towards him. "You're mine!"

"I'm sorry. I . . . I just can't." He awkwardly stuffed his still hard cock back into his slacks as he backed away. "I've gotta go."

"Don't go, Simon!" Roxanne collapsed to the ground, sobbing, lip stick smeared around her mouth. He moved farther away, pitying her and disgusted by his own weakness at the same time. "Please!" she called out desperately. He turned to leave, hooking up his belt.

"I love you!" she cried.

He froze in mid-stride. Those were the last words he ever expected to hear uttered by her. He looked back over his shoulder. "Please don't leave me." Tears streamed down her cheeks, outlined in black by her mascara. Her eyes pleaded silently, begging him to come back to her. His body shifted, slowly turning back towards her before he could stop himself.

"I'm sorry," was all he could say as he turned away, leaving behind a crying, broken young woman.

*****

"Simon!"

The shout crashed into his ears, dragging him clear of his sea of memories. He turned the faucet knob, shutting off the water still pouring into the sink.

"What?" he yelled back, putting his shirt back on.

"You okay? I've been yelling at you for a couple of minutes now and your phone has rung twice." Freddie called down. Sighing, Simon flew up the stairs as his phone began ringing again.

"Why didn't you answer it?" Simon asked, checking the caller ID. It was Jodi.

"Not my phone," Freddie replied matter-of-factly as Simon flipped it open.

"Hello?" Simon asked.

"Hi, honey," Jodi replied cheerily. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Not much. Freddie just brought me home. He's going to be staying over until the storm lets up. What about you?"

"Sasha and Vera are over here. They came home with me since they live farther away."

"Too bad," he said.

"Why would you say that?" she asked.

"I was kinda hoping you might come over and get snowed in over here. My mom's stuck at work and Cindy's at a friend's house."

"Ha! Not with Freddie over there!"

"Hey you could always bring Sasha and Vera over to keep him occupied," he stated. Freddie arched an eyebrow at him.

There was a pause on the other end. "You know? That might not be a bad idea."

"Whoa! Really? Cause I was just joking." 

"Even still, it sounds better than hanging out with these two all night." Simon heard a faint, indignant 'Hey' and Jodi laughed. "Keep an eye out for us. We'll come over to your side door."

"Cool. See you in a bit." Simon hung up. "Jodi, Sasha, and Vera are coming over."

"Cool. Orgy." Freddie said, signaling with two thumbs up.

"Hardly," Simon said. "They just want to hang out."

"Damn. I guess if that's all I get then it'll have to do." Simon walked over to the side door. It was situated just over the other set of stairs that led into his room. Opening the interior door, he saw the snow piled in front the screen door. Shapes began moving through the blinding storm from Jodi's house.

"Hey Freddie! Come help me push this door open!" he yelled. Together, they moved it far enough for Simon to slip outside. Immediately, the wind tore at his loose clothing, whipping it around. He quickly dug the snow away from the door and held it as the three bundled figures trudged inside. He dashed back inside, pulling the screen door closed behind him then leaning against the interior door after closing it. He shivered, fingers aching from their brief exposure to the melting snow and wind.

"That was stupid of you," Jodi chided. "You know it doesn't take long to get frostbite in this weather." Jodi walked up to Simon, her jacket open exposing a light blue sweater underneath. She stuffed his arms underneath her jacket, cuddling to share body heat.

"Yes, but if I had bundled up, I wouldn't be getting a really warm hug from my girlfriend." He grinned down at her. "And I couldn't do this." Jodi jumped and screamed as Simon placed his cold fingers under her sweater against the bare skin of her back. Everyone laughed.

"You bastard!" she smiled, backing away from him. Simon held his arms out, hands dangling limp like a zombie.

"But honey," he shambled towards her, "I'm so cold. Please warm me up." Freddie started choking on his laughter. Simon stopped as everyone stared at Freddie, who was turning red. "You okay?" Simon inquired.

"Yes!" Freddie wheezed. "You said 'Butt Honey'!" He immediately began cracking up again. The others sighed as Freddie lay on the floor giggling.

"How's it going, Sasha?" Simon asked grabbing her coat. His eyes darted to her chest, noting her hardened nipples tenting her blouse. She thrust her chest out more, catching his glance, and making him blush a little more.

"I'm fine, but you seem a little flushed." She walked up to him, placing the back of her hand on his forehead. She stood on her tip toes, dragging her nipples across his abdomen. As she slid back down, she said, "Yep, definitely a little flushed. You should probably sit down." 

"Sasha, quit picking on him." Vera said, smiling. Sasha smiled as she walked away but her eyes had told Simon more. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure he understood what they were saying. Vera tossed her coat to Simon. Not much moved under the shirt. Vera was still attractive; she just didn't have much to thrust out.

"All right, so now what?" Simon asked. "I've got video games, movies, board games, cards, etc. . ."

"What do you have to eat?" asked Freddie.

"Well, I've got snacks, but it is still early. I figured on making dinner later."

"What? You cook too?" Vera asked, sitting next to Freddie on the sofa.

"I had to do a lot after my dad left. Cooking just turned into one of many learned skills from that time. Besides," Simon shrugged, "it was only going to be spaghetti."

"Shit, Jodi." Vera pouted, "You get all the luck. He's cute and domestic." 

Jodi wrapped an arm around Simon, hugging him. "Yep. Soon I'll have him barefoot and pregnant."

"Do you think I could rent him from you?" Vera asked.

"For his body or his domestic abilities?"

A corner of Vera's mouth turned up in a smirk. "Either." Her eyes raked up and down Simon's body.

"All right, that's enough of that," Simon declared, untangling himself from Jodi. "How about we watch a movie?"

"Spoilsport." Jodi stuck her tongue out at him.

"Better put that away," Sasha said, "unless you intend to use it." Jodi glanced at Freddie before glaring at Sasha. Vera was leaning up against Freddie which gave him a top down view of her chest. Try as he might to resist, Freddie's eyes were inevitably drawn towards what was hidden under her shirt. The smile on Vera's face told Jodi she knew exactly what kind of effect she was having on him.

"Does anyone have a preference?" Simon asked as he rummaged through his family's assorted collection. No one voiced an opinion so Simon picked "The 13th Warrior". It was one of his favorites and had watched it dozens of times, so he wouldn't care if he missed most of it.

Simon set the movie to play. He walked over and turned off some of the lights. Unfortunately, Freddie, his arm now around Vera's shoulders, was occupying the loveseat. Simon, about to sit on the recliner, looked up as Jodi cleared her throat. She patted the seat to the right on the couch. Sasha was sitting on her left, her eyes fixed on the television screen.

Jodi snuggled into Simon, angling her body to lean into him more. She had grabbed the blanket off of the back of the couch and covered herself and Sasha with it. Jodi only paid partial attention to the movie. It took very little effort from her to get Simon squirming.

*****

Jodi had been drifting off when Simon's hand began to move down her chest. She was lying on the couch; her head nestled on his shoulder. Her legs were curled up but pressed up against Sasha, who was sitting on the far end. A blanket covered both girls.

It's what she had been waiting for but didn't know if he would do it. Slowly, his fingers slipped under her sweater. She inhaled as they crawled to her left breast, exhaling when they came into contact with her satin covered nipple. Simon grazed his fingertips lightly over it, sending small tingles of pleasure down her spine.

Her relaxed sigh caught in her throat when she felt another hand on her leg. Sasha continued staring at the screen but her hand was slowly stroking up and down Jodi's calf. The double sensation made Jodi light headed with desire. She moaned quietly, sliding down Simon's chest to lay her head in his lap. She shifted her body to lie on her back and placed her legs on Sasha's lap.

Simon pulled his hand out from under her sweater and, after a few minutes, sent it gliding down her front. Still under the blanket, Simon pushed Jodi's sweater up, caressing her stomach and sides with his hand. His fingers would occasionally brush up against the clasp of her jeans or slide under them a short teasing distance.

Sasha's hand caressed her leg, inching its way higher with each stroke. A mixture of excitement and trepidation infused Jodi. She wondered how they would react when their hands met.

Unwilling to delay any longer, Simon deftly undid the button on Jodi's jeans. A smile crossed his face as he failed to discover her panties. He undid the remaining buttons on her jeans, sliding his hands over the bare skin above her cunt.

Jodi moaned quietly as his finger massaged her mound, biting her lip to muffle the sound. She was so caught up in the sensations she almost didn't notice Sasha's hand sliding towards her crotch. An inch from touching Simon's hand, Jodi quickly grabbed Sasha's hand and sat up. Simon was abruptly pushed away. Both of them looked at Jodi.

Jodi snapped her pants back together under the blanket. She looked at Simon, noticing the restrained bulge in his pants. He displayed equal parts lust and confusion. Sasha's face was similar but it quickly changed to one of resignation. She tried to remove her hand but Jodi clung to it tightly. 

"We'll be right back," Jodi said, leaning into Simon to whisper into his ear. She piled the blanket onto his lap. Maintaining her grip on Sasha's hand, she pulled her friend off of the couch and headed downstairs to Simon's room.

Simon remained on the couch, his erection covered by the blanket. Movement caught his eye, noticing Vera and Freddie heavily making out on the love seat. Freddie's hand had disappeared under her shirt. Simon grumbled as he looked away, shoving the blanket aside to block his view of their activities.

*****

Simon awoke abruptly at the soft touch on his shoulder. He turned to see Jodi, smiling, nodding her head towards his stairs. His momentary confusion was broken as he realized that she was currently wearing nothing but one of his shirts. She was slightly hunched over, allowing the shirt to cover most of her body. She backed up towards the stairs, beckoning with her finger.

As dense as he could be at times, even Simon understood her intention. He briefly glanced over at Freddie to find him and Vera still occupied with each other. Quietly, he stood and crept from the living room. Jodi turned and ran down the stairs to his room.

*****

"Finally," Vera whispered. She pulled Freddie from her neck and his hand from under her shirt.

"Wha . . .?" he mumbled eloquently. Vera pushed him back into a sitting position. She swung her legs over him, straddling his lap. She quickly pulled her sweater over her head. One breast hung exposed, the one Freddie had been kneading like dough. The other remained caged as Vera brought her hands around her back and undid the clasp.

"Time for some real fun," she said. Her head, back lit by the TV, made it impossible to read her face but Freddie paid it little heed anyway. Vera's small bur enticing rack was displayed for all to see though there was no one else.

"What if they come back?" he asked.

"Oh," Vera reached up to squeeze her breasts, "I think those three will be busy for a while."

Freddie's last coherent word before his face was engulfed in flesh was, "Three?"

*****

Simon followed Jodi down the stairs, allowing him brief glimpses of her pale ass cheeks flashing from beneath the shirt. He was amazed that Jodi would be interested in sex with her friends around but he wasn't going to question it. Something about gift horses . . .

At the bottom of the stairs, only the lamp by his bed was on. Jodi sauntered over to his desk and pulled out the chair. She glanced, pointedly, at him then back at the chair as she swiveled it to face him. He took a step towards it before she raised her hand. She pointed at him and wiggled a finger.

A few seconds later, he understood. He shucked his clothing, tossing them into the corner. Simon was still a little nervous being displayed like this but his excitement overruled any embarrassment he might feel. His cock sprang to full attention in the cool air. 

Jodi patted the seat of the chair, smiling, her eyes hungering for him. He walked over and sat down. Jodi turned and grabbed a pair of his socks out of his dresser. She placed his wrist on the arm of the chair and wrapped one of the socks around it and the arm of the chair. She stopped and looked into his eyes. 

Simon smiled and nodded. Jodi leaned forward and kissed him as she tied it, snugly, but not so much that he couldn't get out if needs be. She then did the same to the other wrist.

Jodi slowly removed his shirt from her luscious body. Simon had never realized how erotic it was to be denied something so close. He feared the merest touch from her right now would set him off. Jodi glided towards him, shirt in hand. She gripped his shoulder and spun him and the chair around. 

Suddenly, his eyes were covered, the shirt being used as a convenient blindfold. Tied around his head, Simon could see nothing. He tensed, feeling her hands on his shoulders, as she leaned in, "Relax, lover. I think you're gonna enjoy this."





Simon Pendleton Ch. 06



Simon relaxed a little as she removed her hands. He sat there for a few minutes, feeling her move around him to the front. Everything went still. Simon began to wonder if Jodi had left. He began to speak but the words were stifled when he felt hands on his thighs.

The light caress of her hands sent a renewed surge of blood to his waning interest. She teased him, pinching his leg hairs and scraping her nails lightly on his flesh. Her hand grabbed his hardened member at the base and squeezed. His cock was tilted away from his body.

Simon sucked in a breath as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue. She swirled around the tip, occasionally stopping to taste the liquid leaking from it. Simon had to use every ounce of will to keep himself under control. Jodi had never done anything like this before. He was unsure how long he would be able to contain himself.

Simon let out a long held breath as the sensations ceased. His relaxation, however, was premature as his cock was engulfed by a hot, wet mouth. He tensed, the urge to climax hitting him like a freight train. Jodi must have been getting in some extra practice. As her mouth worked him up and down, he felt the familiar churning in his testicles. He was ready to blow when he felt hands on his shoulders again.

Simon could tell by their orientation that they came from behind him. His mind temporarily shut out the wondrous sensations emanating from his groin. He still felt the hand clasped to his balls and the other gripping the base of his shaft. It dawned on him that the only way for there to be another set of hands would be for there to be another person in the room. The only answer he had was Sasha.

"She's pretty good, isn't she?" Jodi's hot breath brushed his ear, her lips pressed against the shirt. He tensed again, confused. "Let it out, Simon. She's wanted to taste you for a while now."

"Oh Fuck!" Simon moaned. His control shattered as he blew his load down Sasha's throat. Sasha swallowed as best she could, gasping for breath between blasts. Simon felt like a jellyfish as all of his muscles relaxed at once. The shirt disappeared and his eyes adjusted to the slight increase of light.

Before him knelt a completely naked Sasha Green. The petite brunette had her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was leaning back from him, her hands on the floor next to her ankles. Her eyes were closed, a smile of partial satisfaction played across her lips. If he hadn't already had nearly the biggest orgasm of his life, Simon doubted the restraints on the chair could have held him back.

Sasha was just as hot as he remembered. His gaze slowly drifted down her body, paying particular attention to her extremely excited nipples. Simon found it hard to believe that they could stick out that far. He journeyed down her stomach. He smiled upon seeing the arrow shape of her pubic hair. His eyes followed its directions to her open and dripping cunt.

Jodi knelt next to Sasha. She was naked as well, her red hair restrained into a ponytail. Jodi placed her hand on the back of Sasha's head and pulled her into a deep soul-searing kiss. Simon's cock twitched, its first sign of life after Sasha's expert oral ministrations. He sat up, rolling the chair to the side to get a better view.

"How was he?" Jodi asked after coming up for air.

"Wonderful . . ." she sighed. Sasha lay back in order to stretch out. Her eyes were slightly open and fixed on Simon. "With your permission, I'd like some more." Sasha turned her head, eyes pleading and teasing as she looked at Jodi.

"I think that can be arranged," Jodi said. Her hand reached out to Simon's mostly flaccid member. "But you might have broken him." Jodi smiled wickedly, "Or maybe he just needs some inspiration. How about we put on a show since he missed most of the last one?" Jodi stood, pulling Sasha up with her. "If he behaves himself, maybe we'll let him join in."

They began kissing and touching each other, knowing from previous experience what areas turned the other on the most. They danced towards the bed, moaning and grunting, until Sasha's leg hit the frame. She tumbled onto the mattress, pulling Jodi down to her with an audible 'oof'.

Simon wheeled himself closer. He watched Jodi's head slide from Sasha's face, along her neck, to attach itself to Sasha's pert breasts. Jodi's hand grasped the other nipple between her fingers, gently rolling it between them.

Sasha turned her head to look at Simon. She curled her fingers into Jodi's vibrant red hair, pressing her closer to her chest. Between Jodi's ministrations and her unrequited lust for Simon, Sasha could barely think. She watched Simon's cock inflate as the scene continued. His knuckles were white from clenching the armrests of the chair. There was so much she wanted to do to him, but this was Jodi's show. She had to follow her lead.

Jodi continued her trailblazing down Sasha's stomach, briefly tickling her bellybutton with her tongue. Jodi journeyed south, licking and tickling her way down. She outlined Sasha's arrow with her saliva, making Sasha giggle. The giggling ceased as Jodi swiped her tongue lightly across Sasha's engorged clit.

Sasha had kept her eyes locked on Simon despite Jodi's teasing until her body shuddered in reaction. Sasha gasped, whipping her head back to look down at Jodi. The red head reached under Sasha's ass; lifting her up for a better angle as she dove in, tongue first.

Simon could have pounded a nail through a board with his dick right now. He watched Sasha writhe and moan as Jodi ate her. He actually began working his way out the restraints before a look from Jodi stopped him.

Sasha's whining brought Jodi's attention back to the task at hand. She teased Sasha more by licking around her mound, avoiding those areas that were most sensitive. Still supporting Sasha's ass, Jodi used her thumb to spread some of the copious fluids to Sasha's cute little asshole. She knew Simon would not wait much longer. It was time to finish off Sasha.

Sasha gasped and arched her back as Jodi's thumb penetrated her ass. At the same time, Jodi thrust her tongue into her snatch. Sasha bucked wildly, her hands holding Jodi's head tight against her pussy. Jodi's thumb worked its way ever deeper until stopped at the second joint. 

"Oh GOOOOODDD!!"Sasha's scream momentarily silenced the wind outside. In response, the wind battered the house, drowning out the moans of her aftershocks. Jodi's face, released from Sasha's prison of flesh, arose smiling, shiny from her exertion and Sasha's excitement. Sasha lay on Simon's bed, limp but smiling, her eyes half closed. Jodi turned to Simon. He sat, rigidly, in the chair but his eyes begged for release.

"Good boy," she said. "Would you like a treat?" Jodi ran her finger across her chin, collecting the fluids lingering there. She stood and walked up to him. She held out her finger to him. Simon eagerly sucked on it, tasting Sasha for the first time. It was different from Jodi, slightly saltier but that could have been Jodi's sweat as well. She leaned down and kissed Simon, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed what fluids of Sasha remained in Jodi's mouth.

"Fuck it," Jodi said, pulling away. She untied the bindings securing Simon's wrists then turned around, facing the bed and got on all fours on the floor. She looked back at Simon, wiggling her ass, and said, "Come and - - oof!"

Jodi's comment was interrupted as Simon slammed into her. He flew from the chair and grabbed her hips. Drenched from her play with Sasha, Simon had no problem entering Jodi completely. Simon mercilessly pounded her. He had never been so turned on in his life, his thrusts propelling them closer to the bed.

Jodi, back in range of the bed, latched onto the nipple of a now fully awake Sasha. She moaned as her nipple was sucked by Jodi. One hand squeezed her closer, barely allowing Jodi room to breathe. The other, reached out to Simon. He grabbed her hand, glaring into her eyes as he ploughed into Jodi from behind.

Far beyond overstimulation, Jodi's climax crested like a tidal wave. Her scream was muffled since her mouth was still glued to Sasha's tit. Jodi's muscles squeezed Simon, the extra friction sending him shuddering over the top. Sasha moaned as well, feeling her own contact orgasm. 

Simon collapsed onto his ass, his thighs burning from the exertion. Amazingly, his cock only softened a little. Secretly he hoped he could still get a shot at Sasha. Jodi half-crawled half-rolled onto the bed, slumping next to Sasha. Reinvigorated, Sasha, copying Jodi, began kissing her way down Jodi's body. 

"Oh that feels nice," Jodi said as Sasha twirled her tongue around Jodi's nipple. Simon watched the exchange between the two, catching his breath. He watched as Sasha kissed and licked her way down Jodi's flat stomach. They laughed as Sasha blew into Jodi's navel, making a loud fart like sound.

"You nasty little girl," Jodi sighed. Sasha lifted her head long enough to grin before licking Jodi's abused outer lips. Jodi groaned, feeling Sasha's tongue dig as much of her and Simon's combined juices from her cunt. Her ass up in the air, Sasha devoured Jodi's mound.

Simon's full erection returned instantly. He became entranced, unable to look anywhere else. Strands of hair became glued to Jodi's face as she twisted back and forth in delight. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed rapidly, arching her back as her orgasm neared. 

Sasha, her arms locked firmly around Jodi's hips, latched her mouth around Jodi's pink nub. She vigorously assaulted Jodi's clit with her tongue. Sasha's ass swayed enticingly, drawing Simon's attention. He stood, a little unsteady at first, and walked to the far end of the bed. 

Simon ran his hand across the smooth skin of Sasha's ass. Sasha growled, increasing her assault on Jodi. He brought his other hand over and squeezed her ass cheeks. Simon watched for any hint of disapproval from Jodi but she was mostly oblivious to anything but Sasha's tongue.

Jodi thought it was odd. Not that she could think very clearly anyway, not with Sasha expertly cleaning her out. The odd part, as she watched Simon climb onto the bed and kneel behind Sasha, was that she didn't feel any kind of jealousy. She knew that Simon would have wanted to fuck Sasha, just not how she would feel about it. Now the time was here and it seemed okay. In fact it almost seemed right. It also didn't hurt that Sasha's increased attentions made her ignore everything else. Jodi closed her eyes, moaning, as she dug her fingers into Sasha's hair.

Simon continued to massage Sasha's ass. He was tempted to go for her ass but thought that might be a bit much for their first time. His cock floated near the entrance to Sasha's cunt, twitching like a dog sniffing a rabbit hole. He paused, waiting for any sign of reluctance on the part of either girl.

"YES!" Jodi screamed, her orgasm hitting like an electrical jolt. Sasha was pushed back as Jodi bucked her hips. The head of Simon's cock slipped into her wet pussy. She moaned at the unexpected yet longed for intrusion. 

Slowly, Simon slid the rest of the way into Sasha's cunt, stopping only when fully encased. While not as tight as Jodi had been, Sasha's pussy felt like it was made for him. He felt her legs tremble as a small orgasm rolled through her. Simon waited for it to pass before pulling out.

Sasha groaned as Simon slid out of her cunt. He felt so good in there, like a missing piece had finally been added, but now was being removed. Sasha tried to move backwards with him but was stopped by Jodi's fingers entangled in her hair.

Simon savored the sensation. He had already had two massive orgasms and wanted this experience to last. Sasha's pussy muscles gripped him tightly, trying to prevent him from leaving. He backed out until only the head was still inside then thrust forward.  

Sasha moaned again as he pushed back in. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. He fit inside her perfectly, as if his cock had been specifically made to fill her cunt. Her insides were on fire. Bolts of electricity exploded from every nerve ending in her cunt.

Simon's pounding resonated through Sasha into Jodi. She could feel every hit like it was happening to her. Sasha's mouth combined with Simon's thrusts flung her screaming over the edge of her most explosive orgasm ever. "OH . . . MY . . . GOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!!!" she cried, her speech quickly degenerating into a howl of pleasure.

Sasha was surprised when Jodi squirted into her face. It was only a momentary distraction though, as her own orgasm hit her like a kick to the stomach. Sasha moaned deeply, her fingers digging into Jodi's flesh, as she rode it out.

Both girls cried out as Simon slammed into Sasha one last time. Simon groaned blasting his load into Sasha, his voice ripped away by the intensity. He squeezed Sasha's ass, holding on for dear life. Every muscle in his body contracted, locking into place. Gallons of cum erupted from his cock, coating Sasha's insides.

Years seemed to pass in bliss as the three finally returned to reality. Simon, finally relaxing, sat back on his heels, his wilting cock making a small slurping sound as it was extracted from Sasha's abused pussy. Sasha collapsed onto Jodi, all strength having left her legs. Moaning, she rolled off of her friend, smiling.

Jodi turned to look at her friend. A look of supreme contentment covered Sasha's face, along with some of Jodi's juices. Lazily, Sasha's fingers trailed down her own body. She twirled her fingers amongst the leaking fluids from her cunt.

Jodi turned back to her boyfriend. Simon sat with his eyes closed, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Jodi shifted to the side. Simon opened his eyes and smiled at Jodi. She patted the bed, indicating the open space between her and Sasha. Gratefully, Simon collapsed between them. Automatically, both girls lifted their heads, shifting their bodies to rest on Simon's chest. He encircled them with his arms.

"Thank you," he said. "That was . . . wow." His hands lazily stroked their backs.

"You can say that again." Sasha quipped, placing her hand on Simon's chest.

"Wow is right," Jodi said, her fingers entwining with Sasha's upon Simon's chest. Her head resting on Simon's left side, she listened as his heart rate slowed. The trio remained that way until each of them drifted to sleep.

*****

Vivid dreams continued to assault Simon's mind during his slumber. Mouths and tongues covered his body until he was drenched in saliva. Breasts and asses filled his hands, giving him ample mounds of flesh to squeeze and twist. Eyes flashed in the shadows above him: green, brown, and blue. His cock was engulfed by all manner of wet, hot holes until once again white fire erupted from the end.

*****

That final, body-twitching, orgasm roused him from his sleep. He felt Jodi on his left side, still nestled next to him, her head resting on his chest and breathing softly. His right side, however, was strangely cold except for his leg. That and his cock.

He opened his eyes to see Sasha's beautiful brown eyes staring back at him. She gulped, swallowing his load with a satisfied smile. Sasha rubbed herself on his knee a couple times before sliding off of him. She reached back grabbing the blanket. She laid back down next to Simon.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I got cold. I originally went to get the blanket but found something better when I got there." Sasha playfully grabbed Simon's softening cock, giving it a slight pull. "You must've been having some wild dreams."

"Yeah," Simon said. "Wild is probably the best descriptor for them."

"Well, I didn't want it to go to waste so I figured . . . well . . ." Simon could almost make out the red flush on her face in the poor light. He smiled and turned his head towards her. Sasha stretched up and kissed him. It was the first time their lips had met all night. 

Simon soared. Electrical shocks seemed to cross from her into him and back. It was wonderful. He wanted to drown himself in the sensation as he opened his mouth and Sasha's tongue found its way inside. He even didn't mind the slightly salty taste of his own cum. He had only felt this way one other time. It was back when Jodi . . .

Her name echoed through the sudden stillness of his mind. He broke his kiss with Sasha as he recalled the weight and presence of the body next to him. He smiled sheepishly saying, "Sorry." Sasha quickly glanced over at Jodi. Seeing her still asleep, she smiled back. Simon lay back down to sleep.

Sasha, unfortunately, remained awake. She pressed her face against Simon's chest, breathing in his scent. She loved the way he smelled.

Love.

The word struck her to the core. Sasha had hoped she could've done this and move on but it wasn't going to be possible. She knew as soon as they kissed that she was in love with Simon.

She couldn't believe it. The two people in the whole world she had ever fallen in love with were here in bed with her. Except that they were in love with each other. Tears fell from her eyes, pooling on his chest. She didn't want to let go of either of them, pressing closer to Simon and placing her hand over Jodi's. This was to be her first and only time with them both.

*****

"What?" Sasha asked after being dragged down the stairs by Jodi. She knew she was being naughty by trying to play with Jodi under the blanket but didn't think she would freak this much. 

"Do you like Simon?" Jodi asked.

"WHAT!?" Sasha cried incredulously.

"Not 'like-like', but like? I mean, what do you think of him?" Jodi, still holding Sasha's hand, sat on the bed.

"I think he's a great guy." Sasha, noting the serious tone in Jodi's voice sat as well. "But why are you asking me?"

"I had an odd thought while we were upstairs." Sasha waited at her friend but Jodi seemed unsure.

"And that was . . ." Sasha asked.

"I was thinking . . . well, would you like to . . . uh, you know . . . join us?"

Sasha was dumbfounded. She just stared at Jodi for the few minutes it took her brain to process that question. Jodi began to look worried.

"You don't have to," Jodi said, "I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to."

"When you say 'join you', you mean sex?" Sasha asked.

"Well yeah. Just this once anyway." Jodi said nervously.

It was hard for Sasha to comprehend. She never thought Jodi would ask a question like this. It was oddly out of character for her. But Sasha wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

"Look, it's okay if you don't --" Jodi started.

"Yes." Sasha interrupted. Jodi flung her arms around her friend and kissed her.

"I've got a plan," Jodi said. "Hide in the bathroom and get undressed. I'll come and get you when we're ready." Jodi started removing her clothes and going to Simon's dresser. She pulled out one of Simon's T-shirts to cover herself. She turned, seeing Sasha still sitting on the bed. "Don't just sit there," she said, grabbing Sasha's hand and pulling her up from the bed.

Still in a state of shock, Sasha walked to the bathroom. Jodi had a concerned look on her face as Sasha closed the door. Surprise and excitement clashed in her mind causing Sasha to not believe what was happening. She'd been crushing on Simon ever since that time in her bedroom with Jodi a few months ago. But she never thought there would be anything other than harmless flirting between them. Now her best friend was asking her to join them in bed?

Sasha closed her eyes, listening to the howling wind outside. Two deep breaths later, she removed her clothing and waited for Jodi's signal.

*****

Again she lay with her eyes closed, the winds' cry competing with the steady thump of Simon's heartbeat. She squeezed him just a little tighter, not wanting the night to end. In the morning, this little fantasy would be over and she would go back to being alone. Tears continued to fall as Jodi's words echoed in Sasha's mind, preventing sleep.




Simon Pendleton Ch. 06



"Just this once . . ."

*****

"AH FUCK!" Mark grunted as he thrust for the final time into Anna's cunt, spewing his load. She moaned loudly and the banging of the desk finally ceased.

Much to Mary's regret, she wasn't the only one stuck in the office for the night. Mark and Anna had been going at it for about twenty minutes before his last exclamation. And they weren't the only couple she had heard that night.

The office next to Mary was unoccupied and as such was used on a regular basis for hookups within the company. Mark and Anna were the third couple to use it. Unfortunately, Mary couldn't say that the sounds of sex from next door hadn't affected her at all. The squish of her panties told her that much.

Yes, she admitted to herself, it had been several years since she'd gotten laid. Mark had actually propositioned her once. While tempted, it was hard for her to be sexually attracted to an overweight, balding, middle-aged, hairy guy who was married with three kids. Especially when compared to the physical specimen of her son at home.

Mary tried to stop those thoughts in their tracks. What kind of freak of a mother thinks of her own son in such a way? Even if he is sexy, kind, loving . . .

Mary tried to shake those thoughts away again. It was hard enough trying to sleep with the sounds of fucking next door. The last thing she needed was thoughts of Simon invading her dreams as well.

Mary sat up from her couch. Her watch told her the time was 2:12 in the morning. She knew she couldn't take it anymore. At least if she relieved some of the frustration, she might get some sleep.

Mary stood, reaching under her skirt to remove her soaked panties, and walked over to her desk. She opened her purse and pulled out the six inch silver vibrator that was her current boyfriend. Mary shoved her panties to the bottom of her purse. She hiked her skirt up over her ass before sitting back on the couch.

Mary leaned back, spreading her legs, and turning the knob on the end of the vibrator. She knew it wouldn't take long as she rubbed the end of it over her outer lips, covering it in her juices. Without much more of a preamble, she shoved it inside her dripping cunt.

She gasped at the sudden penetration, loving the vibrations massaging the inner walls of her cunt. She worked it in and out, quickly increasing the pace. She moaned quietly to herself. Her left hand undid the buttons on her blouse and reached inside. She pinched the front clasp of the bra, relieving the pressure of the underwire. She closed her eyes, drifting away with the pleasure.

Simon's hand reached in and pinched her nipple between his strong fingers. Not too hard, but enough for the pain to double as pleasure. Mary moaned as Simon fucked her harder with his vibrating cock. God, he was a wonderful lover, knowing exactly what to do and when.

"Unh!" she cried as he removed his cock from her dripping snatch and started rubbing his wonderfully vibrating tongue over her clit. His hand was no longer gentle on her tit, mauling it with a sense of urgency.

"Oh God Yes!" she cried, louder this time. She didn't care who might hear, only that Simon was with her. Faster and faster his tongue flew across her clit.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!" she screamed, blasting headlong into her long awaited climax. Simon pinched her nipple, squeezing it painfully. It only amplified the intensity of her orgasm. She pushed him away, her hips shaking violently. Her legs slammed together as she gyrated on her couch.

Blissfully, she returned from her orgasm and opened her eyes. Simon was gone but then he had never been there in the first place. Mary switched off her vibrator. She rose from the couch again to walk back to the desk, stumbling once as her knees gave out briefly. Grabbing tissues from the desk, she cleaned herself and her "boyfriend" off, returning it to her purse.

Mary nearly fell back onto her couch, after smoothing out her skirt. A small twinge of guilt at using Simon's image in her fantasy surfaced but she was too well satisfied right now to care. Maybe in the morning . . .

The wind gradually quieted, having vented its frustration against the glass and metal structures in the city.



Simon Pendleton Ch. 07



Welcome, reader, to Simon's next adventure. This chapter contains Incest, so if you do not care for that kind of a story, skip this chapter. You will not miss too much if you do so. Thank you and enjoy. 

*****

Feb '09

Simon exited the store front onto the cold, icy sidewalk. He was more excited than he probably should have been. He had just finished his interview with the recruiter. Everything had gone very well and it sounded like there would be no problem with his entrance shortly after graduation. Now he just had to break the news to his family and friends. Especially Jodi . . . and Sasha.

Simon was still a little conflicted since his encounter with both girls last month. He loved Jodi, on that, there was no doubt. But gradually, his feelings for Sasha had changed. There was definitely some kind of connection between them, similar to the one he had with Jodi. But there could be no way for him to love more than one girl. At least not in THAT way.

He rolled up his papers and turned down the sidewalk, running into someone heading the opposite direction. The other person slipped on the icy walk, grabbed Simon's jacket and pulled him down on top. He was able to stop most of his weight from landing on the person beneath him.

"Oh crap! I'm sor . . ." He stopped mid-sentence. Pitch black hair spilled out from under the hood of the heavy jacket. Beneath it, he saw one very dark brown eyeball widen in recognition. The look of surprise distorted the normal curve of her almond shaped eye. With one finger, Simon moved the hair covering the other eye, revealing Roxanne's face. 

Simon was stunned by the dark circles under her normally happy eyes. The broken, hollow look on her face spoke volumes. Neither of them moved for a few minutes until Simon remembered he was lying on top of her.

"Sorry!" he exclaimed, nearly leaping off of her. "I was distracted. I didn't see . . ."

"I'm fine," she said, holding up a hand to forestall anymore protests.

"Let me help you." Simon reached for the upheld hand but she snatched it away before he could grab it. Roxanne rolled to her knees and stood, dusting the snow from her butt and legs. Simon glanced at her ass, recalling the firm feel of it under his hands. 

"So . . ." they said together. They stopped and chuckled. The laughter ended as abruptly as their conversation. People walked past, unconcerned by the couple standing out in the cold. The silence lingered as they tried to look anywhere but at each other.

"You've been avoiding me," he said, finally. Every time he had seen her in the halls, she had turned and gone another way. Rumors abounded throughout the school on what happened over break. Jodi had wondered as well until Simon explained, in unfiltered detail, what had happened that night. It had earned him several slaps and a few days of silence.

"Yes," she mumbled, still looking at the ground.

"Can we talk about this?" he asked. She finally looked at him. She took a small step forward and stopped. Her eyes filled with tears as she stared. Her mouth opened and closed several times as she searched for the right words.

"No," she said, shaking her head. With cold finality, she turned and left.

Simon stood, his breath misting in short shallow puffs. He wanted to go after her but didn't know if it would do any good. "Damn," he said, turning back to his car. Simon backed out of the parking spot and took off down the street. He failed to notice Roxanne running back towards him.

"Simon!" she yelled, waving her arm. She stopped on the sidewalk and watched him drive away. She clutched the pink piece of paper in her hand. Glancing at the paper again, she felt her throat tighten as she read the letter head again. 

"United States Marine Corps."

*****

Simon hung his jacket on his bed post after coming inside, leaving his shoes at the foot of the stairs. His papers were shoved under some folders on his desk. There was no sense in letting anyone know what his plans were until he was ready to tell them. He hopped up the stairs to the main floor of the house. 

"Hey Cin," he called, spotting his sister studying at the table. As usual, her hair was pulled back into a small ponytail, displaying her neck. Simon briefly thought of several things he'd like to do to that neck but shook them away. She was his sister after all.

"Hey yourself." Cindy caught her brother checking her out and suppressed a grin. She had deliberately been wearing sexier clothes around the house to get his attention. She was wearing nothing but her dark blue sports bra and a pair of sweats right now. Not very sexy, but she had just come from running at the school gym and was still a little flushed. She needed to finish some of her homework before taking a shower. Plus, she had hoped Simon would be home before she had to change.

"Where've you been?" she asked. "You're home a lot later than I expected."

"I had some errands to run." He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a drink before turning back to her. "Is that ok with you, Mom?" he chided. Cindy stuck her tongue out at him.

"Speaking of mom, she wanted to see you when you got home."

"What for?" he asked.

"I don't know. She's upstairs." She closed her book, stood up and stretched. Simon choked on a swallow of water. Cindy was becoming a very fine looking woman. She giggled at him. "Go ask her yourself. I'm gonna take a shower." She smacked him lightly on his cheek and bounced upstairs.

Simon shook his head as he went upstairs. Eight years in a house of only women and he still didn't know them any better. He knocked on his mother's slightly open door. Mary turned and smiled at her son.

"Oh good, you're home," she said. Mary wasn't fully dressed, wearing only a black knee length skirt and a black bra. "Could you hand me my blouse?" She was standing in front of her mirror, putting in her earrings. 

"Damn, mom, you look good!" Simon said as walked over and handed her the dark blue shirt. "You got a hot date tonight?"

"Thank you. And yes I do. Well maybe not hot, but at least a date." She buttoned up the blouse and straightened it out, turning left and right in the mirror. "William from HR asked me out. He seems like a nice guy and I haven't been out in a while, so I figured what-the-hell. Besides, I'm not getting any younger."

"Mom," he said. He had walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her shaking beneath his hands. "You're babbling. Relax." Mary looked at her son's reflection. She took a deep breath and let her shoulders sag a bit. 

"I guess I'm just a bit nervous." Simon began massaging her shoulders and she relaxed more. His hands felt good and strong. Mary groaned softly. All too soon, he stopped, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"Don't worry. If he doesn't fall to his knees to worship you, he's a blind fool."

"Thanks." She turned and hugged him, trying to absorb some of his strength. She pulled away and cleared her throat. "You and Cindy will be alone tonight so I left some money out if you want to order something or go somewhere." Mary checked the clock by her bed. "Crap. He should be here any minute. Go, so I can finish getting ready." She shooed him out of her room with a swat on the butt.

"All right. See ya later, ma." He left, nearly running into Cindy as she came out of the bathroom. She was wearing her white robe with a towel wrapped around her head. "It's just gonna be you and me tonight. Mom's got a date."

"Really? Cool!" 

"What do you want for dinner? Mom's left us some money."

"How about BK and a couple of movies?" Cindy asked. "Wait, what about Jodi? I suppose you're gonna call her?" Cindy crossed her arms and feigned disappointment.

"Nah. I haven't been able to spend any time with my little sis in quite a while." Cindy was smiling as he turned away, heading for the stairs. "Besides, her and Sasha are out of town tonight for a game and won't be back until late so I really don't have much of a choice." Cindy grunted, looking for something to throw at him as he fled down the stairs.

*****

"Lucy, I'm home!" Simon called out in a very bad imitation Ricky Ricardo. He set the food and movies on the kitchen counter before tossing his jacket down the stairs into his room. He was pulling everything out of the bag as Cindy came rushing down the stairs. He nearly dropped a soda as he glanced at his not so baby sister.

Knowing they'd be alone, Cindy dressed specifically to tease Simon. Her pajamas consisted of an almost too small tank top with a picture of Grumpy bear on it. It barely covered her breasts and showed off her developing abs. She also wore a pair of sweats with the word "PINK" on her butt. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and posed, twirling to give Simon a view of her rear.

"Ha ha, Cin, very funny." Simon smiled.

"What?" she asked innocently, batting her eyes sweetly.

"Like you don't know." He shook his head. "Here," he thrust the movies at her, "pick one and put it in." Simon admitted to himself. If she wasn't his sister . . . but she was so it didn't matter. He grabbed the ketchup from the fridge and set the food on the coffee table in the living room. 

The first movie turned out to be a comedy. They laughed and ate their way through it with very little conversation. Both of them were finished before the movie.

Cindy got up to use the bathroom before they started the second movie. Simon cleared off the garbage and grabbed a blanket from the hall closet. He couldn't help but notice the goose bumps on Cindy's skin. 

"Here," he said, handing her the blanket.

"What's this for?" she asked.

"You looked cold during the movie. I thought you could use it." He said.

"Thank you," she said. It wasn't the cold. Her attraction to Simon had been building all night. She actually had gone to the bathroom to get away from him for a moment.

"Come on. It's about to start." He patted the couch and she jumped over the back to land next to him with the blanket. She saw the title and moaned.

"Not this one," she pouted. "I hate scary movies."

"Oh jeez. It's not like it can hurt you. It's just a movie." Sinister music emanated from the TV announcing the opening credits.

"Well, can I least cuddle with you?" she asked. She stuck out her bottom lip and batted her eyes at him.

"Really?" he asked with feigned annoyance.

"Please!?" she begged.

"Fine. Whatever. Just be quiet." Cindy scooted up next to him and Simon placed his arm around her shoulder. They sat in silence for quite a while. Cindy pressed herself as close as possible to her brother, laying her head on his chest.

Cindy loved being this close to Simon. She had been agonizing over whether or not to speak to him about her secret desires for him. She knew he cared for her, but not necessarily in that way. Yet, the way he had looked at her lately told her differently. His eyes tended to linger just a bit too long on her body. Cindy decided she couldn't hold back her secret any longer. She had to tell him. She lifted her head, ready to confess all to him.

"Ssnnnooork," Simon snored. His head lay back on the couch. His mouth was open as he snored softly. Cindy was offended. Here she was, ready to confess her most intimate secret and her bastard of a brother was asleep. But she was also relieved that the choice had been taken from her. Cindy laid her head back upon his chest. She closed her eyes and quietly drifted off to sleep.

*****

"Fran-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tok. Fran-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tok. Fran-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tok. Fran-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-TOK!"

Simon startled awake, the chorus of Metallica's "Frantic" screaming through his head. A brief second later, he realized it was the ring tone on his cell going off. He reached for it, missed twice, and grabbed it on the third try.

"Hello?" he mumbled.

"Simon! Oh thank gawd! I've been trying to reach you for twenty minutes now!" Simon recognized the harried and slurred voice of his mother on the other end.

"Mom?" Simon rubbed his eyes and found his sister's head in his lap, "What's going on?"

"Can you please come and get me?" she asked, nearly crying. Simon gently moved Cindy's head and got up from the couch, laying her back down again.

"What happened?" he asked. Simon headed downstairs to get his jacket and shoes.

"Please just come and get me." Mary sniffled.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Just please come and get me. I'm at the HoDo downtown."

"Okay. I'll be there asap."

"Thank you, honey." The line went dead and Simon was out the door.

*****

An upscale bar and hotel in Fargo, the HoDo was pretty easy to find. Simon had barely put the car into park before the passenger side door opened and Mary fell in. She climbed over the passenger seat. Her hand pressed into Simon's thigh as she righted herself in time to shut the door just before a middle aged man knocked on the window, yelling her name. Simon guessed it to be William, Mary's date.

"Drive, Simon." Mary commanded. Her hand did not move from his lap.

"What's going on?" he asked, surmising it had something to do with her prospective date.

"I'll tell you at home," Mary pleaded. "Just drive. I've caused enough of a scene as it is." Mary hid her face from the man at the window as Simon pulled away from the curb.

Simon left it at that as he drove home. If she wanted to talk, she would when she was ready. It was sort of weird having his mom's hand on his thigh. Mary mumbled to herself the entire journey home as her hand crept slowly up Simon's thigh. Unwillingly, his cock started to uncomfortably harden. Mary was almost close enough to touch it as they pulled into the driveway.

"Mom?" Simon asked. "We're home."

"Oh good," she said. Mary opened the door and slipped as she tried to get out of the car. Simon was out the door and around the car to help her up. She leaned heavily on him for support. Simon nearly carried his drunken mother inside the house.

"I don't think I can make it to my room alone." Mary loudly dropped her keys and purse by the front door.

"Sshhh! Cindy's asleep on the couch!" Simon whispered.

"Sorry." Mary pulled Simon closer, her lips right next to his ear. "Help me to my room?" Simon climbed up the stairs as Mary hung from him. He stumbled at the top step and fell. Mary landed on top of him.

"Whoops!" Mary said, "You should watch your step, big boy, or you might hurt something." Mary's thigh pressed into Simon's crotch. His hard-on had not receded from the drive home.

"Come on, mom." Simon said, rolling her off of him, "you need to get to bed." She laid on the floor giggling as Simon lifted her up. Her arms draped over his back, Simon half-walked, half-carried his inebriated mother into her room.

He dropped her onto the bed as she giggled more. Simon bent down and removed her shoes. He then noticed that Mary's giggles had turned to sobs.

"Mom?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

"Oh god, I made such a fool of myself," she said, pressing the palms of her hands to her eyes. "I pretty much did everything but blow him under the table right there."

"What do you mean?" Simon asked. He was uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation but wanted to help his mother too. He sat down on the bed next to her. Mary sat up and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him.

"I was nervous. I haven't been on a date since I married your father, so I had a couple of drinks at the bar before we sat down to dinner." Mary sobbed into Simon's chest. "I guess they were stronger than I thought. The next thing I knew, I was sucking on one of his fingers. It took me a little while to realize what I was doing. People were staring at me. Even William seemed uncomfortable. I freaked and ran to the bathroom."

She looked up at him, "That's when I tried calling you. It took you forever to answer." She sobbed. Mary's hand absently moved up Simon's chest.

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep watching a movie with Cindy." Simon tried to ignore what his mother was doing. Despite his best efforts, his body was betraying him. He felt his prick harden more as her hand circled his chest. Mary's head moved up. Her nose brushed Simon's neck. He could feel her warm breath on it.

"Simon?" she whispered. She couldn't stop herself anymore. She was sober enough to realize how much she wanted him yet too drunk to stop herself.

"Yea?" he swallowed. Simon didn't want to hear what she was about to say. Not because of disgust, but because he wasn't sure if he could say no. Her hand drifted down his chest to his lap, hovering scant millimeters above his crotch but not actually touching it.

"Make love to me," she whispered. Her hand dropped and squeezed his already rigid member. She tilted her head back and softly kissed his neck.

Simon closed his eyes, his resolve crumbling before her onslaught. His hand reached up and fondled her breast. Mary moaned into Simon's neck at his touch. He shuddered when he felt her tongue swipe his neck. Her lips latched onto him, sucking and licking his neck.

His eyes still closed, he began unbuttoning her blouse with one hand. His other hand started pulling it up and slid under the fabric. He slowly caressed her skin, rising higher as the other hand descended. As the last button came free, the other hand reached the latch of Mary's bra. With equal deftness, he undid the clasp.

Mary continued kissing and licking, her eyes also closed. Her hand undid the button on his jeans. She could sense his cock straining to be free. Mary gasped as Simon's hand slid inside her bra to fondle the bare flesh of her breast. She jerked the zipper of his jeans down so that only his underwear separated her from what she wanted. She knew her panties would be soaked by the time Simon got to them.

Simon resisted the beastial urge to rip their clothes off and ravage her. She wanted to be made love to and that's what he'd try to do. He fondled her breast and lightly pinched her nipple. This elicited another moan from Mary. 

Mary was certain her skirt was soaked by now but didn't care. She found the band of his underwear and pulled it down, briefly exposing his cock to the cool air of the bedroom. She grabbed it immediately and slowly stroked it up and down. She could hardly believe how hard it was. The mushroom head was slick with Simon's pre-cum. Her thoughts switched from touching it to tasting it.

Mary shifted, sliding off the bed to her knees. She quickly removed her blouse and bra. Her nipples hardened more. She opened her eyes and gazed at Simon's cock. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She couldn't hold back anymore and engulfed it in one quick motion.

Simon groaned loudly as Mary enveloped his dick in her mouth. Her tongue swished back and forth as her head bobbed up and down. Simon realized that this is what an expert cocksucker could really do. Within seconds, Simon was teetering on the edge of orgasm. His body stiffened, trying to hold back. 

Mary sensed this and quickly doubled her efforts. She took her hand away from the base of his cock and forced his cock partially down her throat. It was the one thing she was glad to have learned from her ex-husband.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. Mary's throat massaged the head of his penis as he shot his load straight into her stomach. Mary held still for a while, making sure Simon had finished. She sucked his still rigid member clean as she pulled away. "Ah the wonders of youth," she said.

Mary stood and turned her back to Simon. She reached behind and unzipped her skirt. Simon opened his eyes as the skirt hit the floor. Mary's ass was encased in black silk and lace. His eyes were glued to it as she hooked her thumbs under the hem and slowly pulled them down. Simon caught his first glimpse of Mary's shaved cunt. He noticed it was nearly dripping wet.




Simon Pendleton Ch. 07



Still unable to look him in the face, Mary backed up until her wet pussy hovered above his cock. She hesitated briefly, whether from fear or anticipation, and then dropped, impaling herself on Simon's shaft. Mary groaned. She sat there, unmoving, relishing the feel of being so wonderfully filled. She felt Simon's hands grab her hips, pulling her down further.

Simon held on tightly. He hadn't expected Mary to feel so good. He grabbed her hips to stop her from moving around. Despite his previous climax, the feel of her slick cunt on his cock nearly sent him over the edge again. A couple of deep breaths later, he was ready. Slowly, he began pulling out of her.

Mary nearly wanted to cry as she felt Simon withdraw. It had been so long since she had sex, she never wanted it to end. She moved her hips up until just the tip was still inside her. Simon's hands tightened on them and pulled as he thrust back into her.

"Oh god!" she cried. No words could describe how wonderful it felt. As Simon continued thrusting into her, any coherent thoughts she may have had, fled her mind. All that remained was the animalistic desire to fuck.

Simon rapidly increased his pace as Mary grunted. Her head whipped back, mouth open in a silent scream. She fell back onto his chest, disrupting his rhythm. He slithered his body up farther on the bed without exiting Mary's dripping cunt. Turning, Simon planted his feet on the foot board. His hands slid up her body and grabbed her breasts. Mary's hands covered his, pressing his tighter to her chest.

His feet planted, Simon rammed Mary as hard and fast as he could. He kept any thoughts about what was happening out of his head and concentrated on the act only.

"Jesus fuck!" Mary cried. "Don't stop! Don't ever fucking stop!" She'd lost count of her orgasms. They'd all merged into one long continuous one. It only began to subside when Simon slipped out of her. The head of his cock rubbed one final time across her clit as he erupted. 

Simon's climax barreled down on him. His balls churned with the need for release. He was barely able to pull out before shooting his load into the air. The first shot flew high and landed on Mary's cheek. The remaining shots continued down her body, landing on her chest and stomach. Simon's legs finally gave out and his body collapsed in exhaustion. Mary stayed in place, loving the feel of the warm hard body underneath her. 

"Thank you," she said. "That was better than I had imagined." Mary turned her head and looked on her son. His face was flushed and sweaty. She kissed his cheek and rolled off of him. "I need to get cleaned up," she said, standing a little unsteady. "You should go down to your room and do so as well."

Simon understood why his mother dismissed him so quickly. Even he was confused at what had just happened. Sure she had been drunk but what was his excuse? Simon had better self control than this. At least he thought so. The past few months dealing with Jodi, Sasha, Roxanne, heck even his sister Cindy, were seriously compromising his willpower.

But this was different. He just had sex with his mother. He loved his mother and believed he would do anything for her. But he hadn't thought that this would be one of them. Simon hung his legs over the side of the bed as he heard the shower come on in his mother's bathroom. He shook his head as he stood. There was nothing to do about it now. Simon adjusted his clothes and went down to his own room. 

Lost as he was in his own thoughts, he failed to notice Cindy was missing from the couch.

*****

Cindy awoke to the sounds of giggling from upstairs. Simon, unfortunately, was gone as was her chance to confess her feelings. It was probably for the best anyways. She doubted her brother would ever even consider . . . 

She shook her head. She didn't want to think about Simon right now. More giggling from upstairs told her that her mother's date must have gone well. Cindy smiled. She stood, still wrapped in the blanket from the couch, and quietly climbed the stairs up to her room. She had been nearly past when she heard a male voice.

"Holy shit!"

Cindy stopped just in front of the light coming from her mom's room. It couldn't be, she thought. Cindy stepped closer to the doorway and leaned her head forward. Her mother was kneeling on the floor. She made slurping noises as she cleaned the angry cock in front of her.

Lying back on the bed, Cindy recognized Simon's muscular form and bald head. She jerked back from the doorway. She couldn't believe it. Simon was getting a blow job from their mother! Cindy heard a zipper being undone. It could only be one thing. She didn't think she could look. She snuck back to the edge of the door in time to see her mother impale herself on her son's cock.

It was weird and confusing. Cindy could do nothing but watch until Simon shifted on the bed. The movement broke the mesmerizing hold it had on Cindy. She used that moment to dash across the doorway and on into her room.

Cindy closed the door as quietly as possible but she couldn't tell. Her heart pounded so loud in her ears that she could barely hear anything else. Thoughts, plans and realizations flashed in her brain. If Simon was willing to have sex with their mom, then . . .

Cindy stopped. No point in getting her hopes up just yet. This required a little more planning. She dropped the blanket she was wearing to the floor and moved to her bed. The blankets were cold against her skin but she was certain it wasn't the only thing causing her to shiver.

Her eighteenth birthday was in two months. She knew by then she would not only no longer be a virgin but her dream of being with Simon will have come true. A smile crossed her lips as her mother cried out in ecstasy. Soon, she thought as she drifted to sleep, soon . . .

*****

A gentle touch slowly pulled him from his sleep. Soft fingers brushed his cheek. He turned towards the sensation as it continued down his chest. He smiled, enjoying the playful feeling. The fingers slowly drifted down to his boxers. Simon tensed suddenly as they brushed over his soft yet hardening member. His eyes flew open as memories of last night entered his brain.

"Morning, sleepy head." Jodi's smile brightened the room more than the sunshine filtering through the curtains. Her red hair seemed almost on fire, being backlit by the sun. Relief flooded him as he smiled into her eyes. 

"Morning," he mumbled. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Her hand slid under his boxers and stroked his now rigid dick.

Jodi leaned down next to his ear. "I had a very nice dream last night about you." She squeezed his cock playfully. "I wanted to see if I could make it come true." She pulled his cock out into the air. She moved down his chest, kissing her way. She stopped briefly at his nipples, licking and biting lightly.

Simon smiled, closed his eyes, and waited for what he knew was coming next. At least until he realized he had never showered last night. His mother's pussy juice had dried on his cock overnight. While Jodi wouldn't recognize the taste, she may suspect he had sex with someone else.

"Wha . . ." Jodi cried as Simon grabbed her head. He simultaneously pulled her up while going down to her. He growled as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Jodi's gripped on his cock tightened in surprise.

"I need you. Now." He said, pulling away briefly. The command in his voice brooked no argument. He nearly tore Jodi's jeans from her body. His attitude scared and excited her. She'd never been needed before, only wanted. She surrendered to him.

Simon flipped her underneath him, still kissing her, as he ripped her jeans off. Thankfully, Jodi hadn't worn any underwear that morning. His hand flew to her cunt and vigorously rubbed her clit. Jodi whimpered into his kiss, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Simon's two middle fingers slid easily into her wet cunt. He pounded her with his hand. His fingers moved up and down, not so much in and out. 

Jodi had never felt anything like it. She screamed into his mouth as Simon rocketed her to climax. Her cunt flooded with juice, covering Simon's hand. Jodi's whole body spasmed. 

Simon used it to position himself between her legs. He broke their kiss to catch a breath, grabbed her hips, and effortlessly slid into Jodi's wet hole. He held himself there as Jodi's hips bucked against him. She looked at him. Pure animalistic lust filled them. He bent back down to devour her mouth as he began fucking her.

Jodi's orgasm never had a chance to subside. Simon's rapid and forceful pounding kept it going far longer than it should have. All she could do was wrap her legs around Simon's waist and hold on.

It seemed like an eternity before Simon felt the telltale signs of impending release. His lips never travelled too far from hers, except to occasionally suck on her neck or a quick breath. His pace increased as his need charged out of him. It felt as if all the energy, from his head to his toes, rushed out of him as his final thrust squirted his seed into her body. His body went rigid, unable to move except for the pulsating waves of semen shooting from his cock. Jodi squeezed him tighter as her continuous orgasm reached its peak.

Like the snap of a bow string, Simon collapsed, his muscles releasing all at once. He tried his best but still fell mostly on top of Jodi. Her shirt, still worn, was drenched in sweat from the both of them as were Simon's bed sheets. They lay there, panting, unable to do anything else. 

"What the hell was that?" Jodi inquired a few minutes later.

"What? Didn't you like it?" Simon asked.

"It's not that. It was just . . . unexpected," she said. "You've never taken control like that before." She turned to look him in the eyes, "I liked it. Especially that thing with your fingers."

"I was as surprised as you." He stroked her cheek. "We'll have to do that again sometime. But first," he looked at her and the disheveled state of his bed, "I think we need a shower and change these sheets."

"Good idea. I like showers with you," she smiled and slowly rolled out of bed.

"Oh no. None of that now," he said. "I don't think I could go another round."

"Why? Is your hand broken?" she asked, throwing her shirt and bra at him and dashing for the bathroom. The water started running shortly thereafter.

Simon sat on the edge of his bed. He was tired and relieved. He didn't like lying to Jodi but there was no way she would understand. Hopefully, he'd never have to think about it again. Slowly, he stood, muscles still sore from the strain. He pulled off his soaked boxers, tossing them into the hamper, and followed Jodi into the bathroom.

*****

Sasha was alone after practice in the school showers. She didn't mind showering with the other girls. Lord knows, she liked looking at the other girls, all naked and wet. Today, though, she had just wanted to be alone. She was still meeting up with Jodi afterwards to study for an algebra test. She just enjoyed the time by herself.

Her thoughts still drifted back to that time in Simon's basement. Sasha was ashamed at how much she had enjoyed it. She loved Jodi dearly. Probably as more than just a friend but that wasn't the problem. Her thoughts constantly turned to Simon. She couldn't help it. She'd felt such a connection with him that night, similar to the one she had with Jodi.

She couldn't avoid him. He was Jodi's boy friend. It would be weird if she tried. But at the same time, she wanted to be near him. She was so confused. She was depressed when he wasn't around. She ached for him when he was. Just to touch him again was all she wanted. To be certain their connection wasn't just one way.

The water turned cold. Snapped from her reverie, Sasha turned off the water. She looked at her pruned hands and shook her head. She exited the stall and grabbed the towel from the door, wrapping it around herself. She walked to her gym locker and opened it. She grabbed the brush from inside, sat and brushed her hair.

"Sasha?"

Sasha turned to see Roxanne standing at the end of the lockers. Jodi had told her what Roxanne had tried to do to Simon on New Year's Eve. Simon had been a fool to go with Roxanne to the party but Roxanne had crossed the line. 

"What do you want?" Sasha asked. She stood, holding the brush like a club. Sasha wasn't sure what was going on but she was ready for whatever Roxanne had in mind.

"Look, I know you don't like me . . ." Roxanne started.

"You got that right." Sasha interrupted. "Maybe you should go."

"I'm not here to cause any problems." Roxanne walked forward, her hands held up, empty except for a pink piece of paper. She hadn't been looking too well since coming back from Christmas break but this was worse.

"What do you want then?" Sasha relaxed a little. 

Roxanne cleared her throat, "I ran into Simon a week or so ago. Literally. He knocked me over and fell on top of me in the snow."

"Bet you liked that." Sasha said. Roxanne ignored the comment.

"We were downtown," Roxanne said. "He helped me up but I couldn't bear to be near him. I know what I did was out of line but I couldn't help it. I've always gotten what I wanted and I wanted him." Roxanne sat on the bench a little ways down from Sasha. She looked down at the piece of paper in her hand. "It sucks knowing he's so close and I can't even look at him. He's been stuck in my head since he moved here."

Sasha sat down. She knew exactly how Roxanne felt. No one other than Jodi had an effect on her like Simon. But at least she had Jodi. Roxanne had no one. "What's this about?" she asked.

"This." Roxanne looked up as she handed the paper to Sasha. Sasha saw real fear in her eyes.

"What is it?" Sasha asked.

"Just look." Roxanne said, tears running down her face. "Jodi won't talk to me and I just can't face Simon about it. You are my last hope."

Sasha unfolded the pink piece of paper. It looked as if it had been folded and unfolded a lot. Finger smudges appeared on parts where it had been held. 

Sasha noticed three things that made the air catch in her throat. At the top was the letter head of the United States Marine Corp. Under it, the words "Enlistment Form" appeared in dark black letters. At the very bottom of the page were several signatures but only one she recognized: Simon D. Pendleton.

Sasha couldn't speak. It can't be real, she thought. This is a bad joke played by this bitch. She looked at Roxanne and knew it was no joke.

"I guess I ran into him as he was coming out of the recruiters' office. When we fell, he must have dropped it and I picked it up as I got up. I tried to get his attention, but he had driven off." Roxanne dropped her head into her hands. "I didn't know what to do. You're the only person I know I can give this to." She looked at Sasha, almost pleading with her eyes, "You have to stop him. Doesn't he know there's a war going on? He could get hurt or captured or . . . or . . ." Roxanne burst into tears again, unable to finish her sentence.

Sasha was stunned. She could live with Simon being with Jodi. It was one thing to be denied love by choice. She didn't think she could live with him dead. She knew Jodi couldn't. But how to bring it up? Jodi will freak. His mom and sister probably would too. Simon wouldn't just leave without saying anything, would he? 

She realized he might, simply to ease everyone's pain. He wouldn't realize how much worse that would be. Stupid boy, she thought. Sasha realized Roxanne was still looking at her.

"Don't worry," Sasha said. "I'll talk to him. I'll get this figured out."

"Thank you," Roxanne blubbered. She sat there for a few seconds then hugged Sasha. Sasha barely had time to register it before Roxanne got up and ran from the locker room. She pushed past Jodi as she came around the lockers.

"Hey!" she yelled. Jodi turned to Sasha, who was putting things back in her locker. "What was that about?"

"Nothing," Sasha said. She started getting dressed. "I'll be out in a second."

"Oh, ok." Jodi said. "I'll wait outside, I guess." Jodi had a confused look on her face as she turned and left.

After she left, Sasha looked at the pink paper one last time before stuffing it into her jean pocket. She had no idea what to do.

*****

Thank you for your patience. I know this chapter was a long time in coming but sometimes life interferes. Hope you enjoyed it and I hope to have the next chapter out as soon as possible.

-Zef4600