Storiesonline.net ------- Twice Lucky by Joe J Copyright© 2003 by Joe J ------- Description: If you knew then what you know now, how would you act? Codes: mf Mf mF ff Ff TimeTr rom cons inc bro sis bi safe oral anal preg ------- ------- Cast of Characters ------- Chapter 1 Jay Reynolds stood next to the freshly poured concrete slab. He compared his blueprints to the steel rebar protruding from the floor and nodded in satisfaction. The rain had held off just long enough. His gamble to pour concrete on a day when thunderstorms were predicted would keep him on schedule. His concrete crew had every reinforcing bar perfectly placed. The block masons would have no trouble locating door and window openings. Jay always paid attention to the details but he wanted this house to be exceptional; it was the hundredth he had built after striking out on his own as a contractor. Jay thanked his concrete finishers as they packed up to leave. He treated his subcontractors well; after all, they did the work, not him. His philosophy was to treat everyone with respect and expect the same in return. Subs appreciated his efforts and did their best work for him. The finishers drove off and Jay made a few scheduling notes. He needed to confirm block delivery and let his mason know the house was ready to lay up blocks. Thunder boomed closer but rain wasn't a problem now, the only area that was still wet was the garage floor and it was covered with plastic. "Building my one hundredth house", he reflected, "never in my wildest dreams had the idea of being a builder come up". Retired from the Army with a Special Forces background, he had always thought the FBI or DEA would be his future and he had groomed himself for it. But after twenty-five years, four combat tours and the death of his wife, the routine and attention to detail that building a good house required was just what he needed. Besides, the self-confidence, work ethic, and leadership he developed during his military career gave him an advantage over his civilian competitors. Those same skills, along with a quick wit and wry sense of humor, served him pretty well with the ladies also. He was okay looking, and still in decent shape, but he knew he was no heartthrob. Yet women, some young enough to be his daughters, were strongly drawn to him. "If I had known at fifteen, what I know now," he thought, "I'd have been god's gift to women." Jay shook his head in wonder; his rueful chuckle was the last breath this body ever took. ------- Jay woke up disoriented. He groggily scanned the area around him trying to take in every detail. He was obviously in a hospital room or, judging from the outdated equipment around him, a clinic of some kind. It was dark outside but the room he was in was fairly well lit. There was an IV pole on his right with a glucose drip suspended from the top and, surprisingly, a half filled catheter bag at the base. Jay's next surprise came as he was reading the label on the IV bag. The fact that he could read the small print without squinting was news to him as he was far sighted and used reading glasses. He raised his hand to see if he might have dozed off wearing his glasses, surprise number three, that was not his hand! Jay dropped the hand he raised (he couldn't call it his yet) and tried to think back to the last thing he remembered before waking in this place. He recalled standing by the newly poured slab and noticing the suddenly darkening sky, then a bright flash and... holy shit... he must have been struck by lightening. That explained the hospital, now what about his eyesight and hand. Jay continued looking around the room and noticed a chart hanging at the foot of his bed. With some effort (why was he so weak, he wondered) he reached out his strange new appendage and snagged the clipboard. He quickly scanned the patient info sheet, "Crap, it wasn't even his chart". Jay was still reading the chart when the door opened and a young candy striper stepped into the room. The girl took one look at Jay sitting up in the bed, screamed, dropped the blanket she was carrying, spun on her heels, and left the room as if she'd seen a ghost. "Now this," Jay said to himself, "is getting stranger by the minute." Jay lay back down just before the door burst open and an attractive nurse zoomed into the room. "You're awake," she gushed. Jay tried to speak but couldn't; "Water," he croaked. The nurse quickly returned with a cup of ice; she put a piece to Jay's lips and said, "Suck this slowly; I can't give you anything to drink yet." The melting ice felt wonderful coating his throat; Jay glanced at the nurse's nametag and finally found his voice, "Why wouldn't I be awake, Sara?" he asked. Sara Douglas answered Jay's question with one of her own, "You gave Cindy quite a scare; what were you doing when she came in?" "Reading this chart; it was on my bed and I thought it was mine," Jay said. "It is your..." Nurse Douglas started to say, then quickly changed tack, "I need to call Dr. Malone, he'll explain everything". Nurse Douglas quickly departed. Curious behavior. Jay shrugged and began reading again. The chart belonged to a fifteen-year-old boy named Jacob Turner. Jacob was comatose. According to the attending neurosurgeon, there were no indications of higher brain function and the prognosis was not good. Jacob would probably never regain consciousness; he was doomed to be a vegetable. "Poor kid," Jay thought. Then his mind quickly shifted to his own situation. Like the flash he remembered at the job site, reality struck him, "I am in that kid's body; this has got to be a dream!" His mind filled with questions, Jay pushed the nurses' call button. Within seconds, Nurse Douglas entered the room and moved to the bed. "What's the matter, Jacob?" she asked. Theory confirmed. "How long have I been here?" "You really need to wait to talk to the doctor," Sara replied. Jay took her hand in his and put on what he hoped was a helpless face, "Please," he said, "I don't remember anything." Sara's face softened. She pulled up a chair, reclaimed his hand, and asked, "Exactly what do you remember?" "That's what's so scary", replied Jay. "I know things but I don't have any memories, as far as I can tell my life started when I woke up." Then Jay had another thought. Sara's hairstyle, her uniform and the room's equipment were all dated. "What's the date?" he asked. "June 2nd, a Saturday", she replied. "What year?" he continued. Sara looked at him sharply, "1971, of course." Jay groaned and lay back on the pillow. The coincidence of his last conscious thought and Nurse Douglas' answer convinced him that this was most definitely some bizarre dream; he would simply go back to sleep and normalcy would return. Yet, what if it wasn't a dream? What if he woke up in the same place and had no other choice but to become Jacob? A lot of ifs and no facts, but Jay never worried about things he couldn't control. If he had to become Jacob Turner, he was thoroughly trained to adapt and overcome. "I think I need to rest now," he said. Sara released his hand, brushed his hair out of his eyes, and left. Jay closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Jay woke up in the same room, early morning sunlight filtering through the window. He turned his head and saw the same pretty Candy Striper sitting by his bed reading a magazine. She glanced up and saw him looking at her. With a squeak, she jumped up and again bolted from the room. Two things were obvious: he truly was now Jacob Turner and that girl's behavior was truly strange. Before he could reflect on his new status or Cindy's problem with him being awake, chaos erupted. The door to Jake's room burst open and, like clowns from a circus Volkswagen, people poured in. Leading the parade was an attractive woman who looked like she came off the set of a sixty's sitcom; she immediately swooped Jake's head to her bosom. "Jacob, my baby, I knew you wouldn't leave me," she cried, smothering him with kisses. Next was an older, serious looking man (think Fred McMurray in My Three Sons). "Welcome back, son." he said and extended his hand for Jake to shake. Two teenaged girls stood behind the older couple eyeing him warily Jake assumed the couple were his parents and the girls might be his sisters. Figuring he had nothing to lose, Jake said "Mom, Dad it's good to see you; can I have some water please?" All four of the new arrivals gave him a startled look. Before he could figure out their odd stares, Nurse Douglas and a doctor entered the room. The doctor shooed his family out and began examining Jake. Dr. Malone had a terrible beside manner. Jake was poked and prodded without a word of explanation. Finally, after having Jake follow his small penlight for the fifth time, he spoke. "I don't know how or why this happened, young man, but yesterday I thought your chances of even a partial recovery were zero; now it's hard to tell anything was ever wrong with you," muttered Dr. Malone. "I want to get another EEG and I want to consult with some colleagues." The doctor wandered off still mumbling and Nurse Douglas poured his a cup of water. "I'm so happy you are awake, Jacob," she said. "Cindy and I stayed an extra shift to make sure you were okay." Jake gulped down the water and handed her the cup for a refill. "That was sweet of you," he said. "Thank you both; but why does Cindy bolt when she sees me awake?" "She's just shy and your waking up is the biggest thing to happen to her since she started volunteering here," replied Sara. "I see, well, tell her I said thanks for watching out for me." Sara, will you be working this evening? I have some questions I need to ask you." "I'm back on for 3-11," Sara responded, "We'll talk then; now spend some time with your family." Surprisingly, she bent down and kissed his forehead. Jake spent the day getting to know his family. After telling them that he had awoken with gaps in his memory, they eagerly filled him in. Jake kept how little he really knew to himself. Charles, his father, owned a furniture store that seemed to be pretty successful. Charles Turner was about six feet tall with reddish thinning hair and a slight paunch. His mother Helen was eleven years younger than her husband and was truly a knockout; she had thick, wavy, lustrous black hair, china blue eyes, an angelic smile, and a slender, yet curvy figure. Jake's two older sisters were Debbie and Angie. Debbie was the older at seventeen and Angie was sixteen. How perfect was it that all three kids were born in the same month, one year apart? Helen smiled as she related that his dad was determined to have a boy so, thank goodness, it only took them three tries. Debbie had dark red hair, green eyes, and the fine unfreckled skin of her mother. Angie had fiery red hair, bright blue eyes, and a dusting of freckles. Both were attractive, tall, and slim. They were strangely quiet and reserved, still watching him guardedly. Jake figured he would find out what that was all about later. After a couple of hours, they all trooped out with promises of visiting tomorrow. After much grumbling the day nurse brought him some Jell-O, broth, and a promise to ask the doctor if he could have solid food. The nurse also unplugged him from the IV and heart monitor. The catheter was removed but he was cautioned to remain in bed until tomorrow after the doctor's morning rounds. Jake dozed off after finally getting something to eat. He woke up sometime in the late afternoon. A watch was definitely on his things-needed list, along with a toothbrush and a mirror. He realized he did not actually even know what he looked like. He rang the nurses' call button and was pleasantly surprised to see both Sara and Cindy come through the door. "What are the ordinary patients doing while all the beautiful women are in my room?" Jake asked. Sara laughed and Cindy turned beet red. "I brought Cindy along so you could thank her personally," said Sara "What can we do for you?" "Thank you very much, Cindy, for your care and concern," said Jake. Cindy nodded and squeaked, "You're welcome". Then he told them the items he needed. Still blushing furiously, Cindy went for a Sunday paper. Sara went to find him a personal hygiene kit and a mirror. Cindy arrived first with the paper and, head down, darted out the door. Sara came in with a hospital bag with men's comfort supplies and an eighteen-inch square mirror. I know why you would want a comb and toothbrush but what is the mirror for?" she asked. "I want to know what I look like," Jake stated. Silently Sara held up the mirror. Jake was shocked at what he saw. Staring back at him was a masculine version of his mother. He had the same jet-black hair and blue eyes but with a strong jaw and manly nose. Even though he did not like the long hair, he had to admit that he had definitely traded up in the looks department. Jake brushed his teeth and drank more water. He asked Sara for a basin to wash in and was pleasantly surprised when she told him that she would give him a sponge bath after supper when things settled down. She went on to inform him his request for solid food had been approved. Jake let his head fall back on the pillow. "Things are looking up," he said to himself. Jake avidly read the paper. It was the Orlando paper so he was still in central Florida but where? The hospital's name 'Palms General' was unfamiliar. Another question to add to his growing list. Jake combed the news trying to recall the events of the period into which he had been thrust. During his first passage through 1971, he was also a patient: he was in a series of military hospitals recovering from multiple gunshot wounds of the AK-47 variety. Then it clicked; no wonder he so quickly zeroed in on the dated equipment in his room. In June and July 1971, he was in an almost identical room in Womack Army Hospital at Ft. Bragg. It was, as Yogi Berra once said, "Déjà vu all over again." Cindy interrupted Jake's musing with his supper. Cindy was a real beauty; five and a half feet tall, she had long straight blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes. Jake determined that most of her five feet, six inches were legs; she had medium sized breasts that rode up high and a nice little butt that looked like it would fit in one of his hands. Jake wondered why she was so shy around him. Jake decided to tease her and took her hand when she sat the tray on his hospital table. "Are you sure you can't join me for dinner?" he asked, "I'm pretty sure I haven't been out with a pretty girl in at least two weeks." Cindy glowed cherry red and stammered, "I... I've got to deliver everyone their meals". Then out the door she flew. Jake chuckled and attacked his tray with gusto. He was too hungry to care about the bland fare. He was pleased when Cindy returned and sat in the chair by his bed. Jake subtly drew her into conversation. He found out that she was the only child of older parents and attended Catholic school. The volunteer work was a school requirement. As she became more at ease with him, Cindy lost some of her reticence and Jake found her infectious smile adorable. All too soon, Cindy departed to pick up trays with a promise to visit him after school tomorrow. His dick lurched as an image of her tight little body in a school uniform flashed before his eyes. Jake watched television for a while marveling that he was watching an episode of Gilligan's Island for the third time, twice in 1971 and the other just last year on "Nick at Night". He was broken out of his reverie by Sara's entrance. She carried a basin, a hospital pack of soap, and a washcloth. As she bustled about preparing for his bath, Jake looked her over closely; about five-foot five, she was full-figured but not fat. Her breasts thrust out formidably. She wore a starched white cotton uniform, white stockings, and white no-nonsense shoes. Her brown hair was in a bun, on which a nurse's cap perched jauntily. She looked like a nurse recruiting poster. Jake was mildly disappointed to see a wedding ring on her finger. With practiced ease, he also drew Sara into conversation; she did not seem to notice that Jake got her to open up about herself. He learned that she was twenty-six, divorced from a real asshole, and had a four-year-old son. Preparations completed, Sara soaped up the cloth and bathed Jake's face, arms and chest. Looking down Jake decided he needed to do some work on his new body; he was not fat, but he was soft and had no muscle definition. All thoughts of exercise flew out the window when Sara began washing his lower stomach. His dick stiffened and tented the sheet. "Ah, youth," thought Jake; he was instantly hard enough to cut glass. Sara hit his erection with her elbow and with a gasp turned her head. Jake chuckled, "Thank God; it still works". Sara burst into a fit of giggles. She continued his bath pulling the covers down and washing his legs. Although she avoided bumping his cock again she kept glancing at it. Hmm, Jake thought lets see if I can really embarrass her. "Don't you nurses have a trick to deflate one of those things?" he asked. Sara gave him an odd look; nervously glanced at the door then slid her hand under his hospital gown. Jake was agog, he thought she would brush his comment off or thump his hardon to deflate it. Instead, she made eye contact with him as her soapy fingers closed around his pulsating shaft. Sara began slowly stoking his turgid rod; she increased her speed as she saw his excitement increase. Jay reached out and cupped one of her full breasts as, with a grunt, his hips lunged up and he spewed what felt like a gallon of cum into his gown. Sara giggled again, completed his bath, and got him a new robe. After a thoroughly clean and satisfied Jake was propped up his pillow, Sara said, "I've never done that before". Jake laughed and asked, "Then how did you have a baby". She punched him on the arm and clarified, "I mean with a patient." Jake looked at Sara and said, "I can't remember ever doing that with anyone, including myself. I mean, I know all about it but I can't remember how I know. So you took my virginity; now you have to do the honorable thing and marry me." Sara gave Jake a kiss and asked, "Do you think your mom will give you permission?" Both of them cracked up. After another kiss and some groping, Sara told Jake good night. He fell into a contented sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Monday morning doctors' rounds were a circus. Most of the staff doctors had heard of Jake's miraculous recovery and wanted to see him for themselves. Jake felt like the prize steer at the county fair. Dr. Malone had Jake try to stand up and when Jake actually walked around the room, there was bedlam. Jake asked when he could be released and was told tomorrow if the EEG went well. He couldn't understand why everyone was so excited until he overheard one doctor tell an intern that Jake was the first case of a person brain damaged from glue sniffing he had ever know to recover. Glue sniffing! "What had been the matter with this kid?" thought Jake, "He seemed to have had everything, only to thrown it all away." The gaggle of doctors and want-to-be's finally left. After breakfast, his mother came breezing in. She kissed his cheek, grabbed his hand, and sat down next to the bed. She held his eyes with hers. "We have some talking to do," she said. Damn, thought Jake, beautiful, tough and smart; his dad must be quite a guy. "Mom, I'm sorry I put you all through this, but believe me when I tell you that I'm a changed man." (If you only knew how much, he added silently) His mother smiled at the man bit and responded, "I hope so, you have been most unpleasant to live with the last six months. And I'm afraid it will take more than a speech to patch things up with you sisters." Jake nodded his understanding, now he knew why they were leery of him. His mother started talking about their family in the hope of bringing back more of his memory. Then she started on friends, school, and -- of course -- girls. Almost every story ended with him having offended, hurt, or been rude to other people; he was deeply shamed when she finished. "I guess I've got a lot of fences to mend," Jake mumbled. Jake and his mom strolled around the hospital and, although he tired easily, he was pleased he had no trouble with his motor skills. He was going to enjoy getting his new body into shape. About four, Cindy bounced into his room; she was indeed a wet dream in her school uniform: knee length plaid wrap skirt held together with a large decorative brass safety pin, crisp white cotton shirt, white knee socks, and saddle shoes. Jake vowed that his next wife would have one of those outfits, and wear it for him at least once a week. Her legs looked shapely and her breasts filled out her shirt nicely. Had she worn her hair in pigtails she would have looked like a well developed twelve-year old. When Jake introduced her to his mom as his angel of mercy the blushing thing started again. He caused her to get even redder when he told her how nice she looked. Jake's mom left for home to start supper, she winked at Jake as she told Cindy how nice it was to meet her and how she hoped to see her again soon. Sara dropped by to say hello as Cindy was leaving to change into her Candy Stripe uniform. Cindy brought him his supper last and stayed with him while he ate. She was downcast when Jake told her he was being discharged tomorrow, but brightened when he asked for her phone number. She shyly kissed his cheek when she left and said she hoped he would call. At nine-thirty, Sara brought in a basin for his bath. Jake smiled to himself because he knew she was aware of his release from bed rest. This could be interesting, he thought. Sara had a blue cardigan sweater over her uniform. After she set up his bath, she pulled off the sweater. "Wouldn't want to get this wet," she said sweetly. Jake immediately noticed she was braless and his weasel sprang to attention like a private on payday. "No we would not," he agreed solemnly. Sara took her time bathing him; her touch was gentle and sensual. When she reached the bottom of his gown and began washing his upper thighs Jake reached down and popped open the top three buttons of her uniform. Her creamy breasts pushed apart the fabric and Jake feasted his eyes on her cleavage Sara's skin was smooth and creamy and scented with bath powder. As her hand grasped his erection, Jake reached into her top and cupped her breast. They groaned in unison. Jake toyed with her nipple, watching her face as he squeezed it to gauge how hard she liked it. He reach up with his other hand sliding his fingers into her thick brown hair and pulled her face towards his. She licked her lips and, as their mouths fused, she shot her tongue into his mouth. Jake kept his fingers twined in her hair and returned her kiss. Sara pulled her head back and looked at him with slightly glazed, quizzical eyes. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" she asked. I wish I knew; I'm just acting instinctively," he answered, " Did I do it right? Do you like it?" Jake was getting into this acting fifteen shit! "Oh yeah, I liked it a lot; do it again," Sara said. Jake complied; pulling her face back to his, he gave her his best effort while increasing the pressure of his fingers on the base of her nipple. Sara moaned when they came up for air. "Someone has taught you well; I have never been kissed like that." Jake smiled and pulled her face toward his again. They made out some more; Sara softly held his dick as Jake played with her breast and nibbled her neck and ears. As their arousal mounted, Jake upped the ante and started pushing her head toward his crotch. She resisted only slightly and allowed him to move her toward his dick. She lifted his gown above his waist; at the sight of his engorged cock, moaned, and took his pulsating shaft into her mouth. Jake could tell she didn't have a lot of experience at this but her enthusiasm made her exceptionally good. He released her big warm nipple and moved his hand to caress her ass. Her generous butt was firm but he didn't linger on it. His hand continued downward to the hem of her uniform then back up under it. Softly up the back of her thighs and - eureka - thigh high stockings, not pantyhose! His next wife was getting an outfit like this and wearing it for him once a week. Sara's head snapped up when he touched her mound thru her panties but she lowered her lips back to Mr. Happy when he started to softly caress her pussy. "Uhmmm," she moaned around his dick. Jake wormed his finger under her pant leg and parted her abundant hair with his fingertip; she was wet, hot, and responsive. He played with her labia and slowly circled his finger into her steaming tunnel. Sara moaned some more and spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow. Jake withdrew his finger and sought out her clit, which was small and barely peeking out of its hood. He had to really concentrate to find it but the way Sara jerked when he touched it made the effort worthwhile. As Jake settled into a fast, rubbing motion, her head came up and she looked at him wild-eyed. Jake quickly changed his grip; turning over his hand, he hooked his middle finger into her gushing tunnel to find her g-spot at the same time as he switched to using his thumb to stimulate her clit. He knew when he got it right because Sara leaned forward and grabbed his shoulder with her teeth to muffle her scream. She shook and gnawed for at least thirty seconds, then fell across his body onto the bed. After her orgasm, Sara went back to his dick with a vengeance. Jake was mildly disappointed when she jerked him off into his gown instead of swallowing his cum. After she finished him off she wrapped her arms around his neck and cooed, "You are only the second person to make me cum... I was the first." Sara got them both cleaned up and, after giving Jake a kiss and her phone number, departed his room. Jake vowed that their next meeting would involve pussy shaving and cum swallowing, then he fell into a restful sleep. ------- Chapter 2 Jake woke up the next morning feeling great. He couldn't wait to get out of this place despite the excellent nursing he had received. His mother made her regal entrance as he was eating breakfast. As ever, she was perfectly groomed and fashionably dressed. She leaned over to kiss him and he flushed hotly as he felt her breast press into his arm. They chatted as he ate, just as he was wolfing down the last of his toast, Dr. Malone and another man entered his room. The new guy's suit, horn rimmed glasses, and fake smile screamed 'shrink'. Sure enough, Dr. Malone said, "Jake, Mrs. Taylor, this is Dr. Pryne; he is our consulting psychiatrist. I brought him to meet you both just in case Jacob might feel the need to talk to someone. Dr. Pryne also wanted to meet Jake after seeing his EEG results." Jake's mother gasped in alarm, "What's wrong?" "Nothing is wrong," Dr. Pryne quickly assured her. "The fact is Jacob's brainwave activity went from zero to the most activity we have ever seen. It is medically fascinating and I just had to meet and talk to your son. We were hoping Jacob would want, and you would allow him, to take some written tests while we monitor his brain activity." "I'll think about it," Jake answered noncommittally. Helen nodded in agreement. Both doctors then went through the same tests that he endured the day before. Dr. Pryne kept asking Jake trick questions to see if he could poke holes in Jake's amnesia story. Dr. Malone admonished Jake to call and set up the psych tests (fat chance that'll ever happen) and signed his release paperwork with a flourish. The Day Charge Nurse took Jake's chart to prepare his discharge papers and told Helen that it would take about twenty minutes. By 10:30 Jake was ensconced in his mom's Candy Apple Red Mustang Convertible (no station wagon for this lady) headed to the home he had never seem. They drove in silence while Jake alternately glanced at Helens trim legs flexing as she smoothly shifted gears, and took in the scenery trying to place where he was. From the signage along their route, he gathered he was in Palmdale. Palmdale Beach was a small tourist city south of Daytona. He hadn't traveled as many miles as he had years. Twenty minutes of driving brought them to a large colonial two-story house on a lane at least a hundred yards off the road. Nice digs -- his new father must be doing pretty well Jake thought. Helen wheeled the Mustang into the circular drive and killed the purring V-8. I could get lucky a lot in this car, Jake thought. Then it was into the house and on with the tour. The furnishing were high end and tasteful. The formal living and dining rooms were elegant. His room was on the second floor at the end of the hall. "I could be comfortable here," he thought, "But the Day-Glo posters, black lights, and peace sign shit had to go". Helen left Jake alone while she went to fix lunch. He wandered around his room, and then checked out the rest of the second floor. The five-bedroom floor plan was novel; on both sides of the hall, there was a set of two bedrooms separated by a bath accessible from each room and the hallway. His sisters occupied the bedrooms across the hall while Jake shared his side and bath with a guest room. On the opposite end of the hall, past the central staircase, was a large master suite with its own bath, walk-in closet, and dressing room. Next to Jake's room was a second, smaller set of stairs that led down to a pantry off the kitchen. Jake took the small staircase down and wandered into the kitchen. His mother looked up from the sandwiches she was preparing. "Bring back any memories, Honey?" she asked hopefully. Jake put on a glum face and nodded the negative. He moved to the breakfast nook and asked, "Where do I usually sit?" Helen pointed to a chair and Jake dropped into it. His mother slid a plate in front of him and put down a glass of iced tea. Jake inquired about his sister's whereabouts as he ate. Helen informed him that they had gone to the beach with friends. Jake sighed. He was pretty certain they were ducking him. Once again, he wondered what he had done to cause them to avoid him like the plague. Jake temporarily put his history with his sisters out of his mind and asked Helen about school. "Well, you missed the last week of class but you still passed by the skin of your teeth. Next year you'll start tenth grade at Kennedy High School; Angela is a junior there, and Deborah is a senior. You have always been an excellent student until this year. I don't know how hard it will be for you to overcome your under achievement and reputation as a trouble maker when you get to Kennedy." Jake chatted with Helen for a while then went back to his room to check it further. He went though the closet and chest of drawers examining his clothes. Bell-bottoms and tie-dyed tee-shirts dominated his wardrobe; that would have to change. He found some sneakers and running shorts and threw them on with a tee-shirt. His mother's eyebrows shot up when he cut through the kitchen to tell her he was going for a run. Jake picked an easy pace because of his lack of stamina; it was still hard work, but the self-discipline he was guiltily proud of kept him at it for half an hour. On shaky legs, he walked back into the kitchen for some water. His mom, still in shock that he went jogging, got it for him. The surprises kept coming. "Mom, can you take me to get a haircut after I shower?" Jake asked. "It gets in my way and annoys me when I run." "Oh", he continued, "and do you think Dad can get me a job? I need some new clothes." Helen nodded dumbly; his normally unflappable mother was jaw-dropped speechless. "My more emotional husband is going to faint," she thought. Helen took Jake to the barbershop and waited while he had his long hair shorn. When they departed Jake had medium short hair parted neatly on the left. His sisters were home when he got back and they cautiously greeted him. Angie asked about his new look. Jake told her he was tired of it being long and excused himself, saying he was tired and wanted to rest for a while. It was his sisters' turn to be mega surprised. The haircut and his politeness left them both in shock. They huddled with their mother and were further amazed as Helen related the day's events. The three females couldn't wait to see Charles Turner's face when he came home. As the family sat around the dining room table that night, Jake asked his father about a job. Charles looked sharply at his son. He was pleased with Jake's haircut but coupled with the job request, seemed so out of character for his son that it was probably too good to be true. "What kind of job do you want?" Charles cautiously inquired. "Well, I'm not qualified for much but I thought I could help make furniture deliveries or work in the warehouse," answered Jake. His father slapped him on the back, smiled broadly, and asked, "Can you start tomorrow? We lost a helper to the draft last week and I haven't gotten around to advertising for a replacement yet." After some small talk at the table, Jake excused himself. It had been a pleasant meal; even his sisters talked to him and, while they were reserved, they were at least civil. He made his way to the kitchen and called Cindy. After identifying himself to her parents, Cindy breathlessly picked up the phone. They chatted for a while and Jake promised to call her again soon. Next, he called Sara at the hospital. She seemed happy that he called and invited him to dinner at her place Friday night. Jake accepted, contingent on getting his parents permission. Then it was up to bed and instantly to sleep. Jake was up, dressed and making coffee by 6:30 the next morning. When his father came down for breakfast he did a double take at Jake sitting at the table ready for work. Jake laughed and said, " Don't look so surprised, Pop; I need to turn my life completely around after my last stupid stunt." Charles poured himself a cup of coffee and sipped it. "Good coffee," he said. Then added, "Stunts - plural, Jake, but you seem to be taking steps in the right direction; I hope you can keep it up". "I hope so too, Dad; I am going to give it my best shot", Jake replied. Jake spent the first hour at his new job filling out papers and being issued Turner Furniture cover-alls. Finally, he arrived at the rear loading dock. He would be working with Raeford Robertson, a large muscular black man in his mid-to-late-thirties. They finished loading up their morning deliveries and Raeford pulled away from the dock. Raeford sat stoically behind the wheel; he had only spoken three words all morning and Jake was annoyed. "Mr. Robertson," Jake said, "I just want to work and make some money; I am not a spy for my father. I do not expect any special treatment and don't want any. I repeat, I just want to work. Are you okay with that?" Robertson gazed at Jake quizzically, "Rafe," he said. "Excuse me?" "Call me Rafe." Rafe stuck out his large hand and Jake shook it. "Rafe it is -- and I'm Jake." Rafe and Jake made a good team. They made three deliveries before noon, and, after a short lunch, loaded the truck and made two more. They still made it back to the warehouse in time to fill the truck with tomorrow's furniture. Jake rode home with his father tired, but pleased that his body responded so well to the physical exertion. Jake turned in the seat to face his father. "Dad, can I get an advance on my pay?" "What for?" Charles was suspicious. "I want to get a weight set and a bench; I could put it in a corner of the garage. If today was any indication, I seriously need to work out." Jake answered. Charles thought for a minute. "I could probably use some exercise, too. Tell you what, I'll spring for the equipment, and we'll both use it, OK? Jake looked at his dad's paunch and grinned. "OK!" The week sped by. Thursday, Charles and Jake went to a sporting goods store and Jake picked out a weight set. Charles grumbled some about the need for the more expensive metal plate weights and a competition type bar but acquiesced when Jake used the 'you get what you pay for' argument on him. They also picked up an inclined bench with leg lift attachment and a z-curl bar. They set the equipment up in the garage and Jake showed his dad how to use each item. He phoned Cindy and Sara a couple of times, both seem genuinely glad to hear his voice. His sisters were starting to warm up a bit, but were still leery of him. At dinner that night, he asked his parents about going out Friday. "Where are you going and who are you going with?" Helen asked. "Sara Douglas", he replied, "and we are not really going out, she invited me for dinner". His sister and father stared at him incredulously. His mom's eyebrows rose up almost to her hairline. "She may be a little old for you," his dad said. "It's only dinner," Jake replied. Suppressing a smile, he continued, "Besides, as good as she cared for me while I was in the hospital it would be impolite to refuse." His parents relented to his logic and Jake called Sara to confirm tomorrow evening. Surprisingly, Debbie volunteered to drop him off at seven, if Sara would bring him home. His curfew was midnight but he told everyone he expected to be home much sooner. He went for a run, pumped iron in the garage for thirty minutes, and hit the shower. Life was good; he was asleep as soon as his head met the pillow. On Friday, worked dragged. Time was in slow motion and Rafe tormented him unmercifully about his big date with an older woman. Jake and Rafe had quickly become friends when Jake lived up to his promise of no favors and hard work. Jake enjoyed his work and Rafe's company. His only problem was the coveralls; they were hot and restricted movement. Jake decided to get some shirts made for him and Rafe with Turner Furniture embroidered on them. He would get his mom to help. Finally, the last delivery was made. Jake told Rafe he'd see him Monday and went searching for his dad. Home at last, Jake showered and whished off his peach fuzz. He found some nice slacks, a striped Gant shirt, and loafers that looked nice but not too dressy. He splashed on some Canoe and combed his hair. Looking in the mirror he couldn't believe the handsome face reflected was his. He knocked on Debbie's door and asked if she was ready to go. "Hold on, Romeo", she called, "Angie is coming too, and we'll be ready in a minute". All three jumped into their four-door Falcon and off they roared. Jake realized that this was the first time the three of them had been alone. "I need to talk to you two so let's go to the beach tomorrow," Jake said. Angie swiveled her head to where he sat in the backseat. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked. "I don't want to go into it now," he replied, "but it involves a lot of apologizing". Angie looked at Debbie who nodded yes. "Okay, baby brother, if we leave early we can go." "Great," beamed Jake. His sisters dropped him at Sara's door then sped off. Jake knocked and after a few seconds, Sara opened the door. Jake's eyes bugged out when he saw her. She was wearing a knee length pink dress and pink high heels. Her brown hair was down and flowed half way to her ass. She had on just enough makeup to accent her eyes and full lips. "You look lovely," he said as he handed her the flowers he had bought earlier. Before she could say anything, a small body ricocheted off the door. The young boy solemnly held out his hand. "Hello", he said, "My name is Christopher". Jake knelt down and shook the boy's hand. "Pleased to meet you, Christopher; I'm Jake." Sara kissed Jake on the cheek, "The flowers are lovely, why don't you two go sit on the couch while I finish supper." Christopher entertained Jake while they waited. In his former life, Jake had been good with kids. His grandchildren were some of his favorite people. He did not treat them like they were babies, which earned him favorite grandpa status with them all. Hot wheel and marble collections were proudly presented by Christopher; then out came a giant set of Lincoln Logs. They were putting the finishing touches on a really cool fort when Sara announced dinner. After salad, Sara served mouth-watering lasagna. Jake stuffed himself while laughing and teasing Christopher and Sara. Finally, he could not fit another bite into his stomach; he slid back his chair and moaned. "Sara, that was the best lasagna I ever tasted," Jake enthused, "I think I might explode." Sara smiled happily and served coffee. Jake sat and admired her as she efficiently cleaned up the kitchen. He marveled at her ass as she bet over the sink; it was full but not big and jutted out nicely. Her breasts were apparent but not flaunted by her outfit. She was wholesome and sexy. After cleaning away their dishes, Jake went with Sara as she read Christopher a story and tucked him in. Jake promised to visit him again and bid him good night. The couple made their way to the living room. Sara's house was small but nice. Her furniture was contemporary for the times. They sat on the couch holding hands and talking, mostly about Christopher. Sara said, "I can't believe Chris warmed up to you so quickly. He is usually standoffish around men. You were great with him, thank you." Before Jake could say you're welcome, Sara launched herself at him and pinned him to the couch, kissing him hungrily. Jake responded by cupping her ass and retuning her kiss with the same passion. Sara pulled back and locked her eyes on his. "This is crazy," she said. "You're so young but I want you so badly. I haven't been with anyone since my divorce; I pretty much gave up on men, and then when one comes along I'm hot for, I have to adopt him. What are we doing?" Jake cracked up at her adoption line. Then he turned serious. "Sara, you are young, attractive and smart; there must be a shit-load of guys after you. The right one will come along, just be patient. But for now, I'm crazy about you; you are my beautiful angel of mercy." Sara was all over him again but he gently pushed her back a bit and unzipped her dress. Pulling it down her arms, he nibbled and kissed her neck and shoulders. Sara stood and wriggled the dress down over her hips until it pooled at her feet; then she daintily stepped out of it. Jake couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her breasts were incased in a lacy pink satin bra that pushed them together to form a canyon of cleavage. Matching bikini panties rode low on her hips, while another pair of elastic top stockings showed off her shapely legs. Jake stood and spun her around; resting his hands on her hips, he started again to nibble her neck and ears. "Yessssss," Sara hissed. Jake slid his hands up and squeezed her breasts. He moved one hand up to sweep her hair to the side and started working on the back of her neck as he undid her bra. She dropped her arms to her side and the bra fell next to her dress. Jake lightly caressed her stomach with his left hand and tugged on her turgid nipple with his right. Soon enough his fingers moved under the waistband of her panties. Sara turned her head and sought his lips, she moaned into his mouth as he slipped a finger into her slit. She was dripping wet, hot, and buttery smooth inside. He used her juices to coat her clit. Sara turned around quickly and started pulling off Jake's clothes. "Hurry baby, I want you inside," Sara urged. Jake was naked in record time; his new dick was a respectable size and hard as Chinese arithmetic. Sara dropped onto her back on the couch, one foot on the floor and one on the back of the sofa. "Put on a rubber and get it in me," she said. Ooops! How stupid, he thought; in his other life, he had had a vasectomy; this body would be shooting real bullets. Thinking quickly, Jake fell to his knees and dove head first into Sara's hairy muff. Yep, shaving would be discussed tonight. "Jake stop that. What are you doing?" Sara sounded shocked. Jake looked up from between her legs. "I don't have any condoms, so we can't make love -- but I still want to make you feel good." he explained. Sara's head dropped back onto the armrest as Jake fastened his mouth to her nether lips. In less than a minute, Sara was squirming around gasping for breath. When Jake began flicking her clit with his tongue, she arched her back and covered her mouth with a throw pillow to muffle her scream. Then her hips started hunching up and she grabbed his hair to hold his head in place. Jake slowly licked up her juices as she came down from her orgasm. "Oh Jake" she gushed, "that was the best cum I've ever had. No one has ever done that to me before; I loved it." Jake noticed she didn't stop him from licking her and guessed that she wasn't too sensitive to continue. "We are just getting started," he said. He moved back to re-fasten his lips around her swollen clit and inserted his finger in a search for her g-spot. Sara bit down on the pillow and her hips went into overdrive when he found it. She was loud even through the pillow. Jake, JAKE, Ooohhh. I love it; more baby more. Oh shit... oh shit... OH SHIT HERE IT COMES" Sara grunted and shook, her hips moved in jerks. As soon as she settled down, Jake started again. Sara was an orgasm machine; she went from peak to peak until, after almost thirty minutes, she pushed Jake's head away from her pussy. Jake moved up beside her and took her in his arms. She was nearly unconscious but smiling blissfully. They cuddled until Sara's breathing returned to normal. She slipped off the couch onto her knees and flipped Jake onto his back. "Your turn," she said. 'You don't have to do that Sara, this was just for you." "You are just the sweetest man," said Sara, "This is for me also." Her hair fell forward tickling his belly as she engulfed his pole in her mouth. "I'm not going to last long," Jake warned, "Swallow my cum this time." Sara looked up at him wide-eyed but nodded her head up and down. He wound her hair in his fist and guided her movements. Her technique improved rapidly as he let her know what he liked. Then Jake felt his balls tighten and knew the end was upon him. "I'm going to cum," he gasped through clenched teeth. Then he erupted. Sara squeaked in astonishment as glob after glob filled her mouth. She tried valiantly but couldn't swallow it all. She pulled her head back and three ropes hit her face and chest. She kept milking his shaft until it stopped spurting, and then licked his dick clean. "I like it," she said. "So do I," he replied. "I mean the taste; although I loved the act also," she clarified. "You must have cum a quart." "At least," he agreed, "and judging from the wet spot I'm laying in, so did you." Jake and Sara showered together (another first for her) and explored each other's bodies under the warm cascade of water. After their shower Jake got out baby oil, a small pair of scissors, shaving cream, and a razor. Sitting her down on the edge of the tub, Jake trimmed and shaved her bush until only a small triangle remained above her slit. He then rubbed the baby oil into the lips of her vagina. Jake leaned back and admired his work. "I better take this thing for a test drive," he said. Two orgasms later, he pronounced his testing efforts complete. Jake decided to take a cab home so Sara wouldn't have to wake up Christopher. He made it home by eleven-thirty. Exhausted from his good works, he was asleep instantly. ------- Chapter 3 The dawning of Saturday marked one week that the mind of Jay Reynolds occupied the physical body of Jacob Turner. Yet, in only seven days Jay had total control of his new environment. He was Jacob Elliot Turner. Surprisingly, he did not miss his old life that much. He had been a widower; his grown children now had families of their own. About the only regret he had was that he would not get to see his grandchildren grow up. Oh, and maybe computers and the Internet. Jake thought about his situation during his early morning run. His old body was not built for running; that he had completed some of the toughest schools the Army had was more a testament to his tenacity than to his physical prowess. He had always been a bulldog, refusing to quit regardless of the odds. Sometimes his tenaciousness bit him in the ass, but mostly he succeeded through sheer force of will. This new body though, was a marvel of nature; it was highly efficient, with excellent underling muscles wrapped in sleek, handsome skin. Jake could feel the improvement with each day's exercise. Five days out of a coma and he was already running seven-minute miles. Four days of lifting weights and he had already increased his poundage by ten percent. Who wouldn't be happy with those results? Gleefully, Jake sped up, heading for the garage and a half hour of lifting weights. Jake was in front of the mirror he had borrowed from the guestroom, concentrating on his bicep curls, when his oldest sister Debbie walked up behind him. "Admiring yourself in the mirror, little brother?" she teased. "No, just keeping a check on my technique to make sure I isolate my bicep muscles," Jake replied. "But I can certainly admire you; you look stunning this morning." Debbie blushed prettily and headed back into the house. "We're leaving in half an hour, so hurry up," she shouted over her shoulder. Jake hustled through his workout routine and took a quick shower. He was downstairs with five minutes to spare so he made himself a bowl of cereal and poured a cup of coffee. Fifteen minutes later, he had finished his cereal and was on his second, more leisurely cup of coffee when his sisters finally bounded down the stairs. So much for Debbie's timetable. As they headed out the front door, Jake asked, "Are we taking mom's car? Its perfect for the beach." His sisters looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Mom doesn't let us use her car," said Angie. "Why not; can't either of you drive a stick shift?" "Of course we can drive a stick; mom just loves that car, and even dad doesn't drive it," Debbie answered. "I am going to ask anyway," said Jake. He found his mom in the kitchen filling her cup with the coffee he had made earlier. "Mom?" "Yes, Jacob." "Can we use you car to go to the beach? I know it's your baby, but it is the ultimate car for cruising on the beach. We'll put gas in it and wash it for you when we get home." Helen was about to automatically say no. Then she reconsidered, it was a hopeful sign that her children were doing something together besides fighting and she did not want to discourage them. "You'll be careful?" "Yes, ma'am." "Have it back by 4:00?" "Yes, ma'am." "Wash and wax it?" "Yes, ma'am." Helen smiled at Jake's earnest expression and tossed him the keys. Jake picked her up and swung her around. "You are the greatest, Mom," he said. Helen laughed and kissed his cheek. "Get out of here before I change my mind. I don't know how you talked me it this." "YES, MA'AM!" Jake strolled out onto the porch nonchalantly dangling the keys in his hand. He flipped the keys to Debbie and said, "Let's roll". Debbie and Angie were thunder struck. "How did you get those?" Angie asked incredulously. Jake related his conversation with Mom as they loaded their beach gear into the Mustang's trunk. Jake put down the top and fastened down the convertible top's vinyl cover. In minutes, they were headed north towards Daytona and the world's most famous beach. Debbie drove down the beach approach ramp and onto the hard-packed sand. About half a mile from the Main Street Pier, she found a good spot and carefully backed the Mustang into it. The sand was firm enough not to get them stuck so they piled out, spread the blanket Angie brought, and unloaded the cooler, towels, and beach gear. Jake flopped onto the blanket between his sisters. Angie still wore her beach cover-up and a big floppy straw hat. Jake looked at her quizzically. "Freckles," was all she said. Jake nodded his understanding and cleared his throat. "I need to ask you both what I've done to drive us apart; then I want to do whatever it takes to make us close like we should be," he said. "So lets get everything out in the open and deal with it." Both girls looked at him sharply. Debbie started talking, "Are you sure you don't remember anything? How do we know this amnesia isn't a clever way to avoid the consequences of the things you've done? I'm really suspicious of the complete turn-around in your behavior." Angie chimed in, "You may have Mom and Dad fooled, but not us." Jake responded, "I can see your point and I guess I would be suspicious too. None-the-less, it's true. I have no memories of myself before I woke up, not a single one. Maybe my subconscious mind has blanked them out because of the harm I've done. I don't know why I can't remember anything but it is still a fact. The weird thing is that I know and can do things that seem kind of advanced for a person my age." Jake hoped that the admission of knowing things he should not know would throw his sisters off track. The women in his new family were extremely observant and bright; he would have to be careful to keep his cover story watertight. "We've noticed and wondered about that also," said Debbie. "But to tell the truth, we like this new you much better. Things were fine until you started ninth grade, we used to fight and argue, but it was normal brother-sister stuff. It seems that any two of us would always be at odds with the third one; one day it was you and I against Angie, the next day she and I would be against you. Then you met Richie Collins and started to change. When you weren't ignoring us, you were mean and nasty to us. We knew you and Richie used to try to spy on us when you weren't getting stoned. So, we avoided you and hoped you'd grow out of it. Then, when you overdosed, we felt really guilty because we never told Mom or Dad what you were up to." Both girls were close to tears. Jake took one of their hands in his and looked them in the eye. "Let's try this, let's put all that behind us, and start fresh. If, after a month you still think I'm faking or trying something devious you tell Mom and Dad. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Jake said. "Anything?" Debbie asked teasingly. "Anything," Jake answered. "Okay, then go get us a Coke while Angie and I talk about it." Jake walked to the beach concession and bought three frosty bottles of soda. The beach was filing up; everywhere he looked there were girls in bikinis. Now he remembered why he loved it here. He handed his sisters their Cokes and sat down. "We agree," said Angie, "But if this is some kind of trick there will be hell to pay." Jake broke out with a shit-eating grin and hugged them both. "You won't regret this, I swear. Now all you have to do is act like you are with me but are not my sisters," he said. "Whatever for?" asked Debbie. "Because it's got to be good for my reputation to be seen with the two prettiest girls here," he said. Both girls laughed and Angie punched him on the arm. Debbie wiggled out of her cut offs and shucked her tee-shirt. She looked terrific in an orange two-piece. She was slender and curvy at the same time. Angie shrugged off her wrap to reveal a green one-piece. Angie was slimmer, with narrow hips and smaller breasts. Both were lovely young women. Jake gave an appreciative whistle and was punched by both for his trouble. They slathered themselves and each other with Copper Tone and lay on the blanket with Jake pleasantly ensconced in the middle. They soaked up some sun, then ran down to the water. As they splashed, Jake noticed a pretty girl about Debbie's age looking at him. He made eye contact and she smiled and gave him a half wave. His sisters noticed and Debbie put her arm around him then Angie did the same. "Go away," Debbie said, "he belongs to us." The girl flushed and quickly walked away. When she was out of earshot, his sisters cracked up. With their arms still around him, they went back to the blanket and dug into the food they had brought. Jake thought it had been about the best beach day of either of his lives. His sisters had been attentive and, true to his request, flirtatious; he was half hard all day as they touched and rubbed against him. Horsing around in the water, he had gotten more than a few inadvertent feels of their nubile bodies. He was a little surprised that Debbie copped a few feels of her own, and not by accident. Jake thought that the guys they dated were lucky bastards. All to soon it was time to head home so they packed up the car and headed out. After washing and waxing mom's car, Jake thanked them for a terrific day. Angie hugged him and turned towards the house. Debbie pressed against him and kissed him on the lips. "I like the new you," she said. Both Angie and Debbie had dates for Saturday night. So, Jake was going to watch television with his parents. Angie's date arrived at 6:30 to pick her up for the movies. He was a studious looking kid named Stuart Miller. He was nervous meeting Helen and Charles but shook their hands and was polite. Angie came downstairs dressed in Bermuda shorts and a green blouse. She kissed Mom and Dad and off they went. Debbie's boyfriend, Russell 'Chip' Thornton II, pulled up in his Corvette a few minutes later. He entered the house like royalty greeting the masses. Jake discovered Thornton was an arrogant prick within thirty seconds of meeting him. However, since he was not there to date Jake, and his parents seemed to like the guy, he sucked it up and plastered on a phony smile. Debbie came down wearing a semi-formal dress with medium high heels. Her auburn hair was up on the top of her head with ringlets framing her face; she was heart-breakingly pretty and way to good for the asshole she was leaving with. Debbie gave them all a kiss on the cheek and departed for the country club dance with his highness. "I hope I never liked that guy before, because I sure don't now." Jake told his mom and dad. "I don't think you've ever met him until tonight," Mom said. "Besides, you don't have to like him; you just have to tolerate him like we do." His dad grinned and nodded in agreement. "Russell the Second's father moved down here from Rhode Island about ten years ago and bought up a bunch of land near Orlando. He was rich when he got here and when Disney built out there he got richer. I think he has a license to print money. He's a much nicer fellow than his son." His mom added, "His sister is a friend of Angie's. She is very pretty and not as conceited as her brother. You would probably like her." They all sat down and watched TV and even though Mom made popcorn, the experience just was not the same without two hundred satellite stations and a remote control. At ten o'clock Jake excused himself and went to his room to read. He had a corner room that had great cross ventilation. It was cool outside so he opened both windows. One of his windows faced the front of the house the other faced the garage. He was still reading at ten-thirty when he heard a car pull into the circular drive; doors opened and shells crunched as someone walked to the front door. Jake clearly heard Angie tell Stuart how much she enjoyed the movie. The front door opened and closed, Stuart's car started up and pulled away, and all was quiet again. He went back to his book and read until eleven. The rumble of Chip Thornton's 'vette woke Jake up. A glance at his alarm clock showed him it was 11:45. No car doors opened for a few minutes so he got out of bed and looked out the window. Sir Russell's chariot was parked at an angle facing the outside corner of his room. Chip must have parked there so they could not be seen from the front door. The moon cast just enough light for Jake to see inside the car through the windshield. Chip and Debbie were swapping some serious spit. He kept grabbing her left tit; she would let him squeeze it for a few seconds then remove his hand. At 11:55, Debbie broke loose, opened the door, and got out. Chip swung out of this side of the car and caught her as she walked in front of him. He spun her against the driver's side door and began to grope her. Seeing her struggle, Jake was about to yell something when she glanced up and saw him in the window. Debbie shot him a wicked grin then kneed Mr. Russell Thornton the Second right in his royal gonads. He dropped to his knees like he had been pole-axed. Through gritted teeth Debbie hissed, "I never want to see your face again". Debbie stormed toward the house without even glancing back. Thornton picked himself up and brushed off his knees. Then he gingerly sat down behind the wheel and started his car. He whipped around the circular drive and fishtailed down the driveway. Way to go Debbie! Jake was back in bed almost asleep when someone tapped lightly on his door. "Come in," he whispered. Debbie slipped into the room and softly closed the door. She walked over and sat on the bed. "Don't tell Mom and Dad about Chip please; they really liked him," she said. Jake chucked and told her, "No they don't, they were only nice to him because they thought you were serious about him. By the way, I was not spying on you, I was curious when no one got out of the car after you pulled in, so I looked out. I thought I was going to have to rescue you, next thing I know you are trying to castrate the poor guy." Debbie giggled and told him good night. Then she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "Two could play this game," he thought, and he let his tongue caress her lips and pulled her against his body. After thirty seconds of having her mouth explored by Jake's tongue she broke the kiss and looked at him strangely. "I figured you needed at least one good kiss tonight," he said. "Good night, Sis, see you in the morning." Debbie got up and left the room without answering him. Jake figured it must seem strange to his sisters to have their baby brother hitting on them. Jake saw them as two desirable females with whom he shared nothing but some DNA. They were not off limits to him and Jake had always been a pretty stand up guy in his other life. His conscience was not shrilling its alarm so he decided to see how the chips fell. Jake sat down at the nook table shortly after eight Sunday morning. He had felt great when he woke up so he went for a five-mile run and skipped the weights. He revived himself in the shower and thought he was ready for the day. His dad was sitting at the table perusing the paper; his mother was busy fixing breakfast. Jake grabbed the business section of the paper and started reading. He dad looked at him quizzically but before he could say anything his sisters flopped into their chairs. "So ladies, how did the dates go last night?" Charles asked. Both girls answered with noncommittal "OKs". They were spared from more of his teasing by the arrival of Mom with breakfast. After everyone was seated, Helen announced that they were all attending eleven o'clock Mass. Her tone clearly meant she would brook no protest, so everyone nodded. All during breakfast Debbie eyed Jake speculatively; it was making him nervous, his balls shrank when he thought she might be planning a fate for him similar to hip's. After breakfast, he beat a hasty retreat to his room. At 10:45, everyone piled into Dad's Oldsmobile 98 and motored to Our Lady of Perpetual Hope. The Turners squeezed into a pew near the front of the church; Jake ended up sitting between his sisters. Jake had been to a few masses but did not remember all the procedures; he decided he would watch his sisters and simply follow their example. He made it through the service without making a fool of himself. His only embarrassing moment came when the priest mentioned his recovery as a miraculous answer to the parishioners' prayers. Debbie's thigh was pressed against his during the entire service and every few minutes she would move her leg up and down. When he would look at her, she'd just smile angelically. After the mass, Jake's family filed out to be met at the door by Father Donavan. He warmly shook Jake's hand and welcomed him back. Jake and his sisters walked down the church steps while his parents chatted with the priest. Standing at the bottom of the steps stood Candy Striper Cindy in a white dress with white heels. The sun made her honey colored hair almost white, her smile was radiant, and at that particular moment, she was probably the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Cindy shyly introduced Jake, Debbie, and Angie to her parents, Jack and Theresa Sorenson. She blushed prettily as Jake told her mother and father that she was the first person he saw when he regained consciousness. After some further conversation, Jake quietly asked if he could visit Cindy that afternoon. To the girls' general surprise, her parents agreed. Finally home from church and lunch at the marina, Jake retreated to his room. He threw on shorts and a shirt, slipped into a pair of loafers, and headed for Cindy's. Cindy only lived a couple of miles away so Jake took the ten-speed bike parked in the garage. Jake and Cindy sat on the porch swing holding hands, sipping lemonade, and talking for over an hour. It was a scene only Norman Rockwell could have painted. ------- Chapter 4 The following week passed quickly, Jake's routine found a rhythm that suited him perfectly. He changed his workouts to running one day and lifting the next. By getting up at six, he could do either and still be ready for work at seven-thirty. A part of his military training had slipped into his new life: reveille, physical training, chow, and duty. Work with Rafe was enjoyable, especially after he talked his father into getting them uniforms instead of the hot coveralls they had been wearing. Now, in light blue shirts and navy trousers, they were cooler and looked more professional. By next week, the uniform company would have 'Turner's Furniture' and their names embroidered on the shirts. Jake learned the company's warehouse system and procedures and had even made a few suggestions that hopefully made it better. He established himself as a hard worker and, coupled with Rafe's endorsement, gained the trust of the warehouse crew. Jake called Cindy and Sara a couple of times. They seemed happy to hear from him. His sisters continued to warm up to him, especially Debbie. Either one or both of his sisters hung out with him every evening. On Wednesday, Angie had a dinner date with Stuart so Debbie and Jake went to the Steak and Shake Drive-In for a burger. A cute carhop came skating up. The carhop took their order, smiling at Jake, and practically ignoring Debbie. Order complete, she skated away with an extra little wiggle in her caboose. At the order window, she spoke to another waitress, both glancing frequently in the siblings' direction. An irritated Debbie said, "It's a good thing we aren't on a date or I'd be pissed off at that little tart." Jake smiled at his sister. "She's probably trying to figure out how I ended up here with such a beautiful girl. And anyway, why can't I pretend this is a real date?" His words earned him a smile and then a quizzical look. Then she hit him with a barrage of questions. "Do you really think I'm beautiful? Why do we have to pretend this is a real date? Why do you know so much about women now? Are you sleeping with Sara? Where did you learn to kiss like that? Why..." Jake held up his hand to stop her, he was nearly doubled up from laughter. Debbie glared at him until he had himself under control. "Slow down, Sis." he said, "You were talking so fast I couldn't keep up with the questions. Yes, I think you are gorgeous. I want to pretend it's a date because you are a girl I'd love to go out with. I somehow woke up knowing how to treat people, especially women; I probably always knew but was too selfish to do it. Sara is a friend; I won't dignify your probing too-personal question with a response. I guess the kissing thing goes with knowing how to treat people. I'm sorry if I offended you but I couldn't help myself." Debbie looked at him speculatively, "I wasn't offended. I should have been, but I wasn't. It was the best kiss I've ever had." "Good", said Jake, "As much as I loved kissing you, I would feel like shit if I hurt you again. Jesus, that Chip is an idiot for not treating you like a princess; he'll never find anyone half as good as you." Debbie smiled and leaned over to kiss him but before she could, the carhop arrived with their food. Hanging the tray on the window, the carhop leaned over and, looking directly at Jake, asked, "Is there anything else I can get you?" Before Jake could answer, Debbie said sweetly, "No, and stop flirting with my date." The girl flushed, took the money Debbie held out, and skated away quickly. The couple laughed and gobbled down their burgers, fries, and milkshakes. Home by eight o'clock, Debbie went straight to her room and Jake watched some TV with the folks. When the ten o'clock news came on, he yawned and bade his parents good night. He had just settled into his bed when Debbie opened his door and slipped into his room. She glided over to his bed; he scooted over and she lay down next to him with her head resting in the crook of his arm. "I forgot to thank you for the wonderful time I had this evening," she said. "And thank you also for the nice things you said to me." Jake said, "You are welcome. And I only told you the truth." She snuggled closer. "Your arms feel good around me. You make me feel special and safe," She said. Jake glanced down at her body; she was wearing a tee-style sleeping shirt that ended at her knees. Her unfettered breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her long auburn hair partly hid her face. "You are very special," he said, "but I don't know how safe you are right now." "Safe as I want to be," she giggled nervously. Jake pulled her toward him until she was partially on top of him. He brushed her hair from her face and pulled her mouth down to his. Tentatively, she returned his kiss and opened her lips to receive his tongue. The kiss increased in intensity and Debbie started to squirm on top of him. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass. Debbie stiffened when he touched her, then relaxed and attacked his lips fiercely. Her ass was perfect, just the right size and firm as only a teenager's could be. Debbie ground herself against his erection and moaned into his mouth. Jake moved one hand off her butt and reached up to cup her breast. Debbie rose up slightly to make room for his hand, never breaking the contact of their lips or hips. Jake palmed her breast; it was larger than he thought it would be. He guessed that she dressed to hide them. When he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger her hips bucked and she moaned her cum into his mouth. Her smell filled the room and Jake felt her wetness against his jockeys. "Oh, Jake that was good," she whispered. "But this is dangerous, I've got to go think." Debbie jumped up and fled his room, leaving him no choice but to beat his dick into submission. Jake did not see Debbie again until after work Thursday. He was worried about her, but she was her usual self and shot him her patented devilish grin when no one was looking at them. That night he called Sara at the hospital and she told him to call her during the day Friday because she had three days off for shift rotation. At eight o'clock, the phone rang. Angie answered it and, after a minute, called out, "Cindy is on the phone for you Jake." He and Cindy chatted for a while and he agreed to have Sunday dinner with her family. Jake's sisters teased him unmercifully for the rest of the evening. His father complained that the phone would be ringing off the hook with Jake now getting calls also. Jake wondered why they had only one phone line and only two telephones. He saw his mother's fingerprints on the situation though, so there was not going to be any arguing over it. On reflection, he had to admit that she had things under control. The teenagers were limited to ten minutes per personal call and the unvoiced rule was no calls after nine at night. The downstairs phone was mounted on the kitchen wall next to the family room. And in these pre-cordless phone days, there was no place to sit and not a lot of privacy. The second phone was upstairs in the master bedroom, foreign territory to the Turner kids. Helen Turner was a diabolical genius. Friday was payday and Jake was surprised at how much he had earned. Jake knew from his first trip through the seventies that the minimum wage was about $2.00 an hour and he was making twice that amount. He tracked down his dad to talk to him about it. "Dad, why are you paying me so much?" "That's what I pay good delivery helpers; don't you consider yourself a good worker?" "I guess so. What do you pay good drivers?" "Five dollars an hour." But you can't be a driver though until you are eighteen," said his dad. "I was asking about Rafe. Can you pay me $3.50 and Rafe $5.50? He is a good man and has a family, he could use it more than me." "Okay Son, if that's what you want." "Thanks Dad, just make sure he thinks it was your idea. Call him in and tell him that he has been doing a good job and you are making him lead driver for the summer. Tell him you expect him to keep the other three crews straight. Who knows, maybe he'll impress you enough to make it a permanent raise." Charles nodded in amazement; his son was becoming a fine, thoughtful young man. Three months ago, he had feared for his future, three weeks ago he had feared for his life; now Charles was about to burst with pride. Jake made his exit and Charles sent for Rafe to tell him about his new position. Then he went to his bookkeeper to enter Rafe's new pay rate, saying nothing about lowering Jake's. Finally he picked up the phone to call his wife -- she, of course, would think such a selfless act was normal and to be expected from their children. At noon, Rafe and Jake cashed their checks and Jake insisted on buying lunch to celebrate his partner's promotion. While waiting on their food, Jake called Sara from a pay phone outside the café. After exchanging some pleasantries, Sara's voice dropped an octave and she said, "I'm want you so bad Jake; all I've thought about all week was your tongue and dick. Every time I wipe my bald little pussy I almost orgasm, when I shaved Wednesday I had to masturbate twice in the shower. My panties are so wet all the time I have to wear a pad." This was the sexiest a woman had ever talked to him in either of his lives. He glanced around to make sure no one was looking at him and adjusted his growing hard-on. "God, you are sexy. I'm hot for you too. So what can we do to help each other?" he said. "Can you come over tomorrow morning and stay all day?" she asked. "Christopher's father is picking him up tonight. I'm free all weekend." Jake's prick lurched in his trousers. "I don't think my parents will mind if I go out tomorrow; where can I meet you?' They worked out a pickup time and location and he went back to the table with Rafe. Jake could not stop smiling. "Only a woman can make a man grin that stupidly," Rafe said. Jake nodded. "We need to stop at a drug store, I have a date tomorrow." Rafe guffawed and slapped Jake on the back. "I know just the place," he said. Jake brought home flowers for his mother and cigars for his dad. His sisters were miffed that he did not give them anything. You two will get yours later," he whispered to a pouting Angie. He asked his parents if he could go to the beach with Sara on Saturday and they agreed; he said they might go out after dark but she would bring him home. His mother gave him an arch look but his father just said to not miss curfew. That night Jake went with his sisters to a roller skating party. He was rusty but soon caught the hang of it again. He was not very good at it but at least he could remain upright and move around the floor. Of course, his sisters skated like professionals and delighted in torturing him. They would skate by him and try to make him fall or grab his hand and whip him forward. He took a break and Debbie sat down with him. "You sure didn't wake up knowing how to skate," she teased. "That's a fact," he replied. "But I guess I'll settle for what I do know." "A lot of girls will be happy about that," Debbie said, "Me included." Jake looked into her eyes, "I hope I'm not causing you any problems; I'll never touch you again if it bothers you." "I know what I want; I just don't know what I am going to do about it," she told him. He took her hand and said, "No pressure, I'll be here for you no matter what you decide." When he removed his hand, there was a small gold teddy bear charm in her hand. She looked at him in confusion. "You are my sweety bear," he said. "Sweet, cuddly and wonderful to hold. I love you." Corny maybe, but effective definitely, her look turned from confusion to adoration. Before she could say anything, Angie skated up. "What are you two gossiping about?" she asked. "I was giving her skating tips," Jake said. His sisters exploded in laughter. Debbie went to get them cokes so Jake did the hand holding trick to drop a small golden princess charm into Angie's palm. "You are my Cinderella, a beautiful princess hidden behind your self-consciousness," he told her. He had two willing instructors for the rest of the evening. By the time they left the rink, his skating had vastly improved. In addition, all the guys his sisters considered cute guys were pointed out and critiqued; more interestingly, he was introduced to some of their girl friends. They had some good-looking friends, but every time he started a conversation with one who looked interested in him, they would whisk him off in another direction. All in all, it was a great evening. With enthusiastic hugs, kisses, and thank you's he was escorted to his room. Saturday morning saw Jake up at six; he pumped iron for thirty minutes, showered, and was waiting for his dad by 7:15. Charles had agreed to drop Jake at the Seven-Eleven on his way to play golf. Sara would pick Jake up at eight o'clock so they would beat the crowd to the beach. Charles threw his clubs into the trunk and steered the big Olds toward US 1. As they rode in companionable silence, Charles wondered about his son's friendship with the hair-in-a-bun prim and proper Nurse Douglas. Jake talked about her as if she were Florence Nightingale reincarnated. They pulled into the Seven-Eleven parking area at 7:50. "She's early," said Jake, gesturing towards the store's entrance. Charles glanced in the direction Jake was looking and his mouth literally fell open. Coming though the door was a wet dream. Sara Douglas had on a denim miniskirt that did wonders for her womanly ass. Her top was a midriff baring white tee-shirt from which her substantial breasts pushed out like the tail fins of a '59 Cadillac. Her brown hair cascaded half way down her back and her legs looked long and sleek atop woven sandals with two-inch, chunky heels. Charles said, "I hope she doesn't hurt you, Son." She's not into those mind games, Dad; she's a nice person," replied Jake. "I meant physically," his father said dryly. Jake grabbed his gym bag, clapped his dad on the back, hopped out of the car, and intercepted Sara by the door. She handed him the sodas and ice she was carrying, threw her arms around him, and kissed him thoroughly. Jake pointed to his dad as soon as he could disengage himself and pulled her over to say hello. Embarrassed, Sara greeted Charles and they exchanged brief pleasantries. Charles excused himself and drove off towards his Country Club engagement. Arm in arm, Sara and Jake walked across the parking lot. Jake stared at the car Sara stopped in front of in disbelief; it was a black 454 Chevelle with silver stripes. Sara dangled the keys in front of him. "Divorce settlement; I'll tell you all about it today," she said, "Do you want to drive?" Jake snatched the keys and opened the passenger door for her. He was rewarded with a great panty shot as she slid into the bucket seat. Sara smiled when she saw where he was looking. Jake grinned back at her sheepishly and raced around to the driver's side. The Chevelle was an automatic but that was okay, it still had 425 big block horsepower and the sexiest copilot a horny teenager could ever dream up. Sara broke Jake out of his high-octane trace. "I bought this outfit for you, Jake. Do you like it?" she asked coyly. "Oh yeah, I like it a lot." "Can we drive down to the beach then go back to my house?" she asked. "We have to attend to some unfinished business." Jake nodded his agreement. Within fifteen minutes, they were rolling down the beach at the prescribed ten miles per hour. Jake was peacock proud to be seen with this woman in this car. He got off the beach at the next approach and sped towards Sara's house. He had wondered how she could afford a house three blocks from the beach on her nurse's salary. Her hint at an explanation piqued his curiosity. He carried the soda and ice; Sara took the keys from him and let them in. As soon as the door closed, Sara was all over him. Jake held her at arm length. "Slow down," he said, "We have all day and half the night." Sara nodded. Jake had noticed her willingness to go along with whatever he wanted last time they were together. He decided to see how submissive she really was. "Reach under your skirt and give me your panties." Sara wriggled out of a pair of pale lemon bikinis and, with downcast eyes, handed them to him. The panties were wet and smelled of her arousal; he put them in his pocket for later. He beckoned her to him. "Did you shave for me?" "Yes Jacob," she said in a small voice. She was getting into this. "Show me." With her eyes still downcast, she slowly pulled the mini up to her waist. Her smooth and hairless pussy lips glistened with her arousal. Her prominent clitoris was already peeking from its protective hood. She was as ready as any woman he'd ever seen and he hadn't even touched her. He reached between her legs and covered her bald little mound with his hand. "Do you trust me?" he asked. Sara whispered, "Absolutely." Jake inserted two fingers into her slick channel and pressed his thumb against her clit. "Will you willingly do anything I want?" "Anything and everything," she whimpered. Jake removed his fingers from her pussy and slowly removed the rest of her clothes. He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Standing next to the bed, Jake took her into his arms and kissed her. She responded passionately, her tongue seeking his and her body pressed against him. Jake laid her down on the bed and she scooted over to the middle to make room for him. "Put you hands above your head, close your eyes and keep them closed," he ordered. She complied. Jake sat on the bed and played with her beautiful body. He nibbled the side of her neck while he caressed the upper swells of her breasts, then flipped her over and kissed and nibbled down her back to her magnificent ass. Jake ran his hands across her ass cheeks and grabbed one firmly. "Who owns this ass?" he asked. "You Jacob, only you," she said dreamily. "Raise it up for me," he demanded. She pulled her knees under her and pushed her bottom up towards him, hands still clasped in front of her. He knelt beside her and continued to caress her heart-shaped ass. "What if I wanted to spank it?" he said, smacking her lightly. She shuddered and moaned; "I'd count the strokes for you." He leaned over and nipped her with his teeth. "And if I wanted to bite it?" She pushed her butt back towards him and hissed, "I'd cherish the teeth marks." Jake wet his finger in the juices pouring out of her over heated vagina and placed the digit on her puckered anus. "And if I wanted to fuck it?" Jake said as he slowly pushed his finger past her sphincter. "I'd cum for you," Sara moaned as she climaxed. Sara fell to her side as she rode out her orgasm. Jake crawled up and held her in his arms until she stopped trembling. When Sara regained her composure Jake kissed his way down her front, stopping at her right breast. He took her swollen nipple between his lips, sucked it into his mouth, captured it with his teeth, and lightly bit down on it. Sara's eyes flew open and her hand dropped down to grab his head. Jake released her nipple and started to apologize. But Sara was holding his face to her tit with surprising strength. "More," Sara said, "bite me harder." Jake obliged. He sucked hard on her nipple then bit down firmly. He wrapped both hands around her tit and squeezed it in the same rhythm he was using on her nipple. Sara was still holding his head lightly; he took her hands and pushed them back toward the headboard. Then he attacked her other breast. Sara's hips were pushing up in a fucking motion and she was twisting her upper body to get more of her tit into his mouth. She moaned in complaint when he released her nipple but cooed when he changed position and licked her dripping pussy. As soon as he sucked her enlarged clit into his mouth, she slammed her hips upward and came explosively. Knowing her capacity for multiple orgasms, Jake kept eating her. She came again and dropped her hands to the back of his head to guide his movements. Jake immediately stopped and pulled back. "Please don't stop baby," she pleaded. Jake slid off the bed; "Undress me", he said. Sara scooted off the bed and stood before him; she pulled his tee-shirt over his head then unsnapped his cut offs and pushed them down his legs. She knelt at his feet and grabbed the waistband of his jockey shorts. She gently tugged them down over his erection and let them slide to the floor. Jake stepped out of the pool of clothes at his feet. Sara looked up at Jake unsure of what he wanted next. Jake reached down and cupped her chin in his hand. "Do you like you being on your knees in front of me?" he asked. "Very much," she replied. "Sit back on your heels, pull your shoulders back and lift your chin," he directed. Sara assumed the position he indicated and demurely placed her hands on her knees. Jakes stepped toward her until his penis was inches in front of her face. Still looking him in the eye, Sara took him into her mouth. Sara raised her hands, one cradled his balls, and the other grabbed his shaft. Jake murmured instruction and encouragement as Sara's skill soon started to match her enthusiasm. Jake stiffened and came. Jet after ropy jet shot into Sara's avidly sucking mouth. She swallowed as much as she could but the flow was too copious. Cum oozed out of the corner of her mouth, ran down her chin, and dripped onto her breast. When his dick was licked clean, Jake scooped up the overflow with his fingers and brought it to her lips. Sara happily licked it off. Sara sat back on her heels and reassumed the position Jake had shown her. Knees shaky, Jake sat on the edge of the bed. Sara turned so she was facing him again. 'Get me hard again so I can fuck you," he said. With a squeal of delight, Sara fastened her lips to his dick. In seconds, he was hard again. He reached for his bag and fished out a condom. "You won't need that," Sara said proudly, "I have a diaphragm." Laughing, he pulled her up onto the bed and positioned her on her back. Sara eagerly spread her legs and Jake moved between them. He grasped his dick and ran the head up and down her slit. When he had transferred enough moisture, he lodged the head inside her labia. She was tight in spite of the river of juices running from her. Jake pushed forward slightly then pulled back. He waited a couple of heartbeats then pushed back into her slightly harder. As he continued, the slow penetration and withdrawal, Sara's hips start to move to assist his entry. Now over halfway in, Jake held himself at the top of his stroke. Sara mewed in frustration. "Don't stop, please Jacob; I want all of you," she begged. He eased his cock deeper into her wetness. Then he pulled back slowly. When just the flared helmet of his cock remained in her, he paused, gathered his strength, and plunged all the way into her tight channel. The head of his dick was against her cervix and the base of his shaft was grinding against her clit. Sara went ballistic -- she was a screamer and a thrasher. Jake held on as she flopped around the bed, he was almost deaf by the time she shut up and lay there gasping. All that and he hadn't even taken a full stroke. Jake reached behind him, hooked his arms behind her knees, and draped her legs across his shoulders. The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper into her. He pulled back and lunged forward, picking up speed with his strokes. Sara grunted loudly each time he bottomed out. Then the screaming and gyrations started again. Jake pulled out of her and, keeping her legs over his shoulders, fastened his mouth to her pussy. He sucked her clit between his lips and strummed it with his tongue. He ate her to two orgasms; then flipped her over and took her doggy style. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to control her movement. As Sara was coming, Jake wet his finger, set it to seven o'clock on her pucker, and pushed slowly into her ass. Sara went rigid and her scream stopped mid-note; then she shuddered, wailed like a siren, and fell face first onto the bed. Jake let go of her hair but kept stoking. He matched the finger in her ass to his fucking rhythm and with his free hand smacked her ass check. It was the most coordination he had ever displayed. Fifteen more strokes and he wedged his prick and finger in her as deep as he could and blasted her with his cum. Not to be outdone, Sara had another wailing, screaming shuddering climax. Jake fell exhausted onto his side; his finger and prick popped out of her. Sara snuggled up to him. "I can't believe it took a fifteen year-old boy to make a woman out of me," she said. "I am totally yours now, Jacob, you are the master of my body. I didn't think it was possible to cum from intercourse, I didn't think a person could orgasm as much or as hard as I just did, and I certainly didn't think that I'd like anything up my ass." "I'm glad for you and I have some more detailed plans for your ass later," he said. "But right now your master needs a shower and so does his little sex slave." Sara chuckled, "I love the way you take control of me; all my fantasies involve being lovingly dominated. I have to be strong and in-charge as a single mother and my job requires I be in total control so it's perfect to let you rule this part of me." Jake jumped off the bed and pulled her to her feet. He spun he around and swatted her ass. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Sara ran to the bathroom holding her hands over her butt cheeks. After a thoroughly enjoyable shower, Jake put on his shorts and went into the kitchen. Sara came in a few minutes later, her wet hair combed out, and a silk kimono wrapped around her luscious curves. Jake loved the way her breasts wobbled under the robe as she fixed lunch. As they ate, she filled him in on her marriage experience. She started working at a major Orlando hospital right out of nursing school. Her first assignment was as a recovery room nurse. During her first week on the job, she met Doctor Christopher Douglas, a handsome young neurosurgeon. After a month of flirting, the dashing Dr. Douglas asked her out. They dated for five months and were engaged for six more. She was hopelessly in love with every mother's dream. Christopher was a perfect gentleman during their courtship, he didn't pressure her for sex and, when she hinted she was ready to lose her virginity, he told her that they should wait until they were married. A week before their wedding, the good doctor scheduled her an OB-GYN appointment with a partner in his private practice. While Christopher held her hand, the gynecologist painlessly removed her maidenhead. In retrospect, that should have been her clue that something wasn't right. But she was naive and in love, and thought it was a sophisticated way to make their first time better. They married in June of '67 and consummated their marriage on a cruise ship headed to the Bahamas. Sex with Christopher wasn't what she imagined but she thought it was because of her lack of experience. Two months later, she discovered she was pregnant and the sex stopped completely. Christopher Douglas was elated with the pregnancy and treated Sara like a queen. The more she showed her condition, the more social engagements they had. Christopher Chase Douglas, Junior was born by Caesarian Section on St Patrick's Day, 1968. Her c-section incision was closed by the best plastic surgeon in town. Christopher Senior and his parents were on cloud nine. A male heir to one of New England's most prominent families had been born. The royal treatment continued during the mother and son's hospital stay and for the three weeks that the grandparents were in town; then the sky caved in. Christopher sat Sara down and, not mincing words, told her he was a homosexual and their marriage was one of convenience. As a stunned Sara sat crying, Douglas told her the available options: one. Stay in a sterile marriage of convenience or two. Divorce quietly and move far enough away to avoid each other but close enough for visitation. Choice number two came with a job, generous alimony, child support, a house, and a car. Seven weeks later, she returned from Las Vegas divorced. She and Christopher Junior settled into their new life, one that did not include men. She and the doctor maintained a civil relationship revolving around their son. Jake could see the reasoning behind Dr. Douglas' actions. In this era, gays pretty much stayed in the closet. Wives and children were excellent camouflage. Douglas had tried to make it up to her financially, but it was a cruel trick to play on Sara none-the-less. Jake now knew why she was unmarked by childbirth and why she was so tight. Jake took Sara's hand in his and pulled her unto his lap. "The days of you being without a man are over," he said. "Now go to the bedroom and get out two pairs of stockings or panty hose and the baby oil we used shaving you. Take off your robe, kneel on the bed facing the door and wait quietly for me." Jake gave her fifteen minutes to contemplate her fate, then strolled into the bedroom. Sara was kneeling on the bed naked, arms behind her, chin up and chest thrown out. She looked apprehensive but excited. Walking around the posed Sara, Jake could see the moisture gleaming on her shaved labia. On the night table were four stockings and a bottle of baby oil sitting on a neatly folded towel. "Lay on your back spread eagled," he said. Eyes large and round she quickly complied. Jake took her left foot and tied it to one corner of the large four-poster bed. Then he moved around her clockwise tying each limb to its corresponding post. Sara pulled against her bonds but she couldn't loosen them. Her chest was rising and falling with her rapid breathing; pure lust shot from her eyes. Jake shucked off his shorts and climbed on the bed. He proceeded to kiss and lick every square inch of Sara's body that he could reach. When she was writhing on the bed and almost purring, he attacked her pussy with his lips and tongue. Her first orgasm took about three minutes to hit her; her second less than two minutes later. After that, Jake lost count as he alternated between eating and fucking her. Sara seemed to enjoy everything he did to her and Jake loved the way she responded to him. He especially liked the way she eagerly licked her juices off his face, fingers, and dick. After thirty minutes of almost non-stop coming from first being eaten then fucked Jake did not stop his oral treatment after she came; instead he inserted a finger in her and massaged her g-spot, his tongue never losing contact with her clit. She came again quickly, then started chanting his name and babbling. Jake pulled his finger out of her slit and grabbed both her nipples. He twisted her nipples hard and bit down firmly on her clit. Sara's body arched like a bow and juices actually squirted out of her pussy, soaking Jake's face and neck. She fell back on the bed unmoving. She was totally limp as Jake hurried to untie her. Leaving Sara passed out on the bed, Jake went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with cool water. He bathed Sara's face and neck, then wiped down her sweat-glistened body. Sara's eyelids fluttered; she grabbed Jake and planted a huge kiss on his lips. "Oh my God, Jake; that was beyond description! How did you know that I've dreamed of being tied up since I was a teenager? I'm so embarrassed I soaked the bed. I can't even begin to tell you how good that was." Jake pulled her on top of him as she rambled on. Finally, he pushed down on her shoulders until she took the hint and wrapped her lips around his shaft. The room became quiet except for some slurping and humming sounds. "You really like the taste of your pussy, don't you? She nodded slightly, not letting go of his dick. "Don't be surprised if one day I don't give you some different pussy to taste." Her expression was priceless: alternately shocked, disgusted, contemplative, and then interested. Sara smiled smugly when, in fewer than two minutes, he white-washed her tonsils; this time, she didn't spill a drop. She crawled up beside him and covered them both with the sheet. He rolled her on her side and spooned behind her. She pulled his hand over her breast and the sated lovers fell asleep. ------- Chapter 5 Jake woke up in the same position he fell asleep in. Damn, he felt good; his semi-hard penis was snuggled between Sara's satin smooth butt cheeks and he still cupped her firm breast. Sara muttered a sleepy complaint when he released her tit to check his watch. The watch had been one of the first things he bought on payday. Rafe took him to an army surplus store so he could get one of the inexpensive plastic Timex watches the Army favored in Vietnam. They were fairly accurate, lightweight, rugged, and glowed in the dark. Sara was awake now also. She pulled his arm back over her and scooted back closer to him. "I love being in my Master's arms," she said. "Master? When did I become your master?" asked Jake. "About two seconds before I fainted," she replied. Jake chuckled, "I don't want to move either. But you are going to have to take me out and feed me if you are going to keep using me like this." Sara moaned and groaned but Jake finally got her into the shower. They washed each other and Jake shampooed Sara's hair. They dried each other off and Sara shooed Jake out of the bathroom while she did her hair and makeup. Jake grabbed the slacks and shirt he had packed in his gym bag and dressed in the living room. He was watching the news when Sara walked out. She was wearing a little sundress that ended about two inches above her knees. It buttoned down the front and she had it buttoned up to her neck. On her feet were bobby sox and penny loafers. Her hair was brushed until it shone, pulled behind her ears, and held back with pink barrettes. She had on just the faintest makeup and looked younger than Jake. It was another outfit his next wife would definitely get. She pirouetted in front of him and asked, "How do I look?" He pulled her into his lap. "You are heart-breakingly beautiful," he sincerely answered. Jake drove as Sara directed him to a dinner club near the beach. Unpretentious outside, it had a darkly romantic interior. After a few words with the hostess, they were shown to a booth in a quiet back corner. After they were seated and had ordered something to drink, a tall willowy blonde in an evening dress walked up to their table. Sara and Jake both stood, then Sara and the woman hugged. Sara introduced the woman as her Aunt Elizabeth, the owner of the restaurant. Elizabeth stuck out her hand and Jake took it lightly, turned it palm down, bent at the waist, and kissed the back of her hand. Jake had never kissed a woman's hand in this or his previous life but it seemed the right thing to do at the time. "So handsome and manners too," she trilled. "Call me Liz, all my friends do." Her voice was throaty, low-pitched, and gave him goose bumps. They all sat, and, while the two women chatted, Jake checked out Liz. She appeared to be about his mother's age, call it late thirties. She carried herself with an unconcerned grace and elegance that was awe-inspiring. Jake knew this was not your typical maiden aunt. Liz turned toward him to say something and caught his inspection of her. She gave him the barest hint of a smile and arched one eyebrow to let him know he had been caught. He could not help but blush. After Liz excused herself with a promise to see them later, a waiter appeared with menus. Jake was starved and ordered a large prime rib. Sara ordered some sort of chicken dish. As the waiter departed, a wine steward appeared with a chilled bottle of Riesling and surprisingly, two glasses. "Complement of Miss Elizabeth," he said, as he deftly uncorked the bottle. Jake tasted and approved the excellent wine and the steward poured them a glass before disappearing. "To my sexy little slave girl," Jake toasted. Sara blushed and clinked glasses with him. Jake leaned closer and put his hand on her knee. She glanced around to see if anyone could tell what they were doing. The table was perfectly positioned in a slight alcove near the dance floor; they were both sitting on the same side of the table with the wall to their back. A long white tablecloth draped almost to the floor. Satisfied of their privacy, Sara spread her legs. Jake slid his hand up over her stocking tops and leaned towards her. "Go to the restroom and take off your panties," he whispered in her ear. "Bring them back and give them to me." Sara first stared at him in disbelief; then she shuddered and stood up. She squared her shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Yes, Jacob," she said. Her reply caught Jake by surprise; she was really getting into her submissiveness. He watched her stride purposely toward the ladies' room, oblivious to the stares of most of the male patrons. Five minutes later she was back and seated, her hands demurely in her lap. Jake put his hand on the table palm up and this time, without looking around to see if anyone was watching, Sara boldly dropped the blue bikini panties into his hand. Jake closed his fist, put the panties in his pocket, and placed his hand back on her thigh. Without the slightest hesitation, Sara spread her legs. Dinner was excellent and Jake ate with gusto. Sara sat beside him, her juices trickling out of her. She was on fire with need; he had stroked her thighs but had yet to touch her seething pussy. As they were discussing the possibility of desert, Liz appeared at the table. Jake pulled out a chair for her and she sat opposite Sara. As they chatted Jake ran his hand up Sara's dress and cupped her mound. Sara's head whipped toward him but he kept his eyes on Liz and continued chatting. Sara bit her lip as he slipped a finger into her wetness. Liz looked at Jake quizzically and he nodded slightly. Liz smiled and turned her attention to Sara. Liz kept asking Sara questions that required lengthy answers while Jake diddled her. Sara was getting frantic; she was seconds from coming when Liz turned sideways and bent over. "These darned straps just won't stay fastened," she said, bending to fix her shoe. Sara knew that if Liz looked she would be able to see what Jake was doing and tried to close her legs. Jake looked at her and shook his head negatively. Sara stopped struggling, splayed her legs apart, slumped down in her chair, put her napkin to her lips, and bit down on it as she exploded. Liz, still complaining about her shoes, stood up and told them she would see them when the band started. Liz winked at Jake and motioned to the wine steward. He appeared within a minute with a bottle of champagne. Sara was still slumped in her chair, a dazed look on her face. Sara finally regained her composure just as the band started playing. "I'm so embarrassed," she whispered. Jake leaned over and kissed her. "She didn't see anything and was distracted when you came. Dance with me," he said, pulling her onto the floor. The band played romantic ballads in keeping with the nature of the supper club. Sara rested her head on Jake's shoulder and played with the hair on the back of his head as they swayed to the music. "This is heaven," she sighed. "And you're an angel," he replied. After a couple of dances the couple moved back to their table. They were kissing when Liz and a burly man in a tuxedo walked up to the table. "Uncle Sid", squealed Sara as she jumped up, ran around the table, and threw her arms around the man's neck. With her arms still around his neck, Sara introduced Jake to her uncle. Sid was Liz's brother and partner in the club. The four sat down and the ever-present wine steward brought two more glasses. They talked through the band's break and Jake felt like they were old friends. The band started back up and Sid took Sara onto the dance floor. Liz stood and extended her hand and led Jake out. Sid was talking animatedly to Sara as Liz maneuvered Jake to the back corner of the dance floor. Jake held his arms in the classic dance position but Liz surprised him by putting both arms around his neck and molding her body to his. He put his hands on the flare of her hips and let her lead. It was an erotic experience. Liz was as tall as he was in her heels and their groins were pressed together. He started getting hard but Liz only leaned back and looked at him. "I am amazed to see Sara out of her shell. Who are you, and why haven't we met you before?" she asked. Jake gave her the edited version of his story. When Jake mentioned starting high school in the fall Liz, stumbled and almost fell down. "High school!" she exclaimed, "How old are you?" She was dumbfounded when he told her fifteen. Regaining her composure, she said, "I thought you were a young looking medical student. How do you know which of her buttons to push at your age? Your little show at the table set me on fire. I had to go to my office and play with myself." Jake replied, "I don't know why we hit it off so well; we just clicked. Everything I think of doing with her is just what she always wanted someone to do. I don't know what the future will be for us but I think we'll always have some kind of special connection." Liz nodded and stopped talking, preferring instead to try to make him come in his pants for the next two songs they danced to. By the end of the second song they were in a dark corner with Liz riding his thigh. She was huffing labouredly in his ear. Just as the song ended she came with a stifled little gasp. "I think I understand now what she sees in you," Liz said. She took his hand and led him back to their table as composed as if they had been discussing the weather. They sat out the next song but Sid and Sara stayed on the dance floor. She handed him a small calling card with her phone number on it. She told him to call her Monday afternoon because she wanted to talk to him about Sara. The evening was great and ended all too soon. Jake and Sara said their goodbyes at ten and headed back to Sara's house. As soon as they were through the door Jake bent her over the arm of the couch, lifted her dress, and fucked them both silly. When Sara took him home at 11:30, Jake was whipped. As he dragged his ass into his bed, he thought that maybe his dad could have been right about Sara hurting him physically. Jake slept in until 7:15 Sunday morning. He cruised down stairs to make coffee and was pleasantly surprised to find it already made when he hit the kitchen. His parents were sitting in the nook reading the paper. He grabbed himself a mug and joined them. They exchanged pleasantries and Jake started reading the business section. At eight o'clock Debbie trooped in, followed by Angie. Debbie immediately asked about his day with Sara. Jake gave them a sanitized version of the truth. The girls and his parents were very interested in his trip to the Amore' Supper Club. Jake quickly told them that they had gone there because Sara's aunt and uncle owned it. During breakfast, Angie told Jake she wanted to try running with him in the morning. Jake agreed to give it a try. He figured he could run a route that would drop her at the house, if necessary, and he could continue his regular run without a lot of wasted time or effort. At 9:30, the women-folk went upstairs and started to get ready for church. Jake and his dad went up twenty minutes later. The Turner clan settled into their pew right on time. This Sunday the Sorensons were sitting directly in front of them. Cindy gave Jake a shy smile just before the service began. After the service, the Turner and Sorenson families chatted on the church stairs. Jake was invited to watch the Yankee-Red Sox game on TV with Jack Sorenson and then stay for supper. His parents gave their consent and his mother said she would drop him off at two o'clock. The families separated after agreeing to a cookout at the Turner's house next Sunday. Jake's mother pulled the Mustang into the Sorenson's driveway and killed the engine. She turned to Jake and told him that Cindy was young and sheltered and that he needed to treat her with the utmost care. Jake agreed with her and said he was thinking long term and was treating Cindy with kid gloves. Helen gave him a speculative look, then kissed his cheek, told him to mind his manners, and drove off. His afternoon at Cindy's was comfortable and pleasant. Of course, the baseball game was just an excuse for Cindy's dad to question Jake. Jake expected no less and was forthcoming and respectful. Jack Sorenson was an easy man to respect. He was the president of the Palmdale Beach Saving and Loan Association. His father had started the saving and loan near the end of the depression to service fishermen and farmers because all the town's banks had failed. Since taking over in 1962, Jack had grown the business slowly, conservatively, but steadily to a point where they now had five branches throughout the county and over 100 million dollars on deposit. Dinner was delicious; Jake showed his appreciation by eating two helpings. Jake pitched in with the dishes and soon enough he and Cindy were holding hands on the porch swing. Jake marveled at Cindy, she was movie star- supermodel beautiful. Right then he thought that she would be the perfect future wife to wear the wardrobe he had been selecting. When Debbie wheeled up in her 66 Falcon to pick up Jake, he and Cindy shared their first kiss; it was soft and sweet and full of promise. Angie came into the garage at 6:30 Monday morning in a sweat suit and sneakers. Jake sent her back to change into shorts and a tee-shirt. She re-emerged in an outfit Jake deemed more appropriate for jogging. He showed her his stretching routine and they trotted off. Angie was all legs, and they went in every direction as she labored to keep up. Jake gave her some pointers; soon her stride improved and she had an easier time of it. He made a one-mile loop around the neighborhood but Angie did not quit when they got back to the house. Jake was pleasantly surprised that Angie made three circuits, although each a little slower than the one before. She was waiting for him when he returned so he showed her how he cooled down and stretched again after a run. Jake openly admired her long coltish legs and slim hips. When he commented on them she turned beet red. "Come here Princess," he said as he held out his arms. She stepped up to him and he enfolded her in his arms. Hugging her tightly, he tilted her head up and kissed her lips. "Your body is beautiful, stop hiding it." Then he smacked her on her ass and she scampered into the house laughing. Today was his appointment with Drs. Malone and Pryne so Rafe dropped him at the house at two o'clock. He showered and changed clothes and his mom drove him to Dr. Malone's office. They were led into an examining room as soon as they arrived and an attractive nurse wired Jake to an EEG. The doctors came in while the EEG was recording, Pryne asked him some questions. When the EEG was finished, the two doctors examined the long spool of paper from the EEG, looking at him often as they whispered back and forth. They wanted more tests but Jake declined, his head was crowded enough without Pryne trying to get in it. Tuesday morning Jake was just warming up when Debbie walked into his makeshift gym. She was dressed in cut off sweats and a baggy tee-shirt. Jake looked at her questioningly. "I don't want to be a runner like Angie but I want to exercise. Can I lift weights with you without getting bulging muscles?" "Yeah I think so; take off you shirt and shorts, and let's see what we've got to work with," said Jake. Debbie looked at him for a few seconds, shrugged, and went to the door to lock it. She moved back in front of Jake and unselfconsciously stripped off her shirt and shorts. She was wearing a lavender satin bra and pantry set. Her breasts filled the lavender cups nicely; a few wisps of auburn hair peeked out of the leg band of her bikini panties. Jake walked around her looking at her body. She stiffened when he touched her ass but he simple squeezed her cheeks and moved his hands up tracing the large muscles of her back. Back in front of her, he reached out and hefted her breasts. Her hands flew up and grabbed his. "Move your hands," he said firmly. Her hands dropped to her sides. Jake examined her breasts for a few more seconds and stepped back. "You can model this kind of underwear for me anytime except when we are working out. You need to wear a supportive bra and cotton panties next time. And you need to shave higher and trim your pubic hair." He said. Debbie looked confused. "I understand about the bra and panties; but why do I need to trim my pubes?" Jake laughed and said, "Because that's the way I like them. Now get dressed and let's get to work." Debbie slugged Jake on the arm and slipped back into her clothes. For the next half hour, they worked out a regime that would tone her but would not add bulk. The routine was actually good for him also, Jake realized, because it made him concentrate more on his abdomen while they worked hers. Jake had them doing bent leg sit-ups, crunches, flutter kicks and hello dollies until they were both moaning and groaning. Then he had Debbie do a light upper body workout while he was doing chest and arms. Finally, they finished with squats and toe ups. Jake insisted on a kiss as his reward for helping; without hesitation she pressed her sweaty body against his and sent her tongue searching for his tonsils. She stepped away from him; with her patented grin dashed out of the garage. After his pre-coma life style, his parental units enthusiastically embraced Jake's sudden passion for exercise. That he was including his sisters in such wholesome activities was icing on the cake. Helen outfitted Debbie and Angie with workout clothes and footgear. Charles called the sporting goods store and had one-piece dumbbells, more plates, another bar, another bench and a squat rack delivered. Jake truly thought they were about the best parents he had ever seen and once again wondered why his body's previous owner had pissed his life away. When Jake called Liz as he had promised, she invited him to lunch on Wednesday. The address was on the card so Jake agreed but told her he only had an hour because he would have to get back to work. Liz seemed surprised he had a job. Her behavior was curious and Jake did not like the feeling he was getting about meeting with her. He put his reservations aside; after all, this was Sara's aunt and due his respect. Wednesday's run with Angie was better; she hung tough for four miles even though Jake upped the pace. Her stride was starting to lengthen into a long serious lope that Jake had trouble matching. She was going to be more than his equal when she developed her wind. Jake stopped with her at four miles and told her how good she was doing. He insisted she show him her new bra so he could see if it was chaffing her. She reluctantly pulled up her tee-shirt. Her breasts were the size of small oranges. "Don't laugh because they're so small," she said pensively. "They are perfect", Jake enthused, "and they are just the right size for my slender Princess. I'd love to start seeing you braless, I'll bet they are as perky as they are pretty." Jake did not have to ask for his payment kiss. Angie threw her arms around his neck and locked her lips to his. She finally broke the kiss, pulled down her shirt, and ran inside. Jake had to smile at breakfast when Angie's nipples stuck through her shirt like the business end of a.45 caliber bullet. Angie saw where he was looking and started blushing again. ------- Rafe dropped Jake off for lunch at an antebellum mansion in the older, wealthy section of town. Jake rang the bell and was ushered in by a maid in a black and white uniform. Liz was waiting for him in a lavishly appointed parlor. Jake sat down and the maid departed. Without a word of greeting, Liz pulled out a checkbook. "How much?" she said. "How much what?" Jake answered dumbly. "How much money do you want to stop seeing my niece? I don't know what you are using to control her but I want it stopped and I want you gone. Your little display with us at the club showed me you are nothing more than a young gigolo. But your efforts at a meal ticket just bore fruit. How about a thousand dollars?" Jake felt his temper rising and had to ramp up his self-control. He stood up and headed for the door. He opened the door and turned back to face her. "Sara is my friend. You need to be having this conversation with her. If you call her now you'll know I haven't talked to her about this. It pisses me off that you think I'm after someone's money, especially a single working mother, even if she does get alimony. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you really have Sara's best interest at heart. If she doesn't want to see me again after she talks to you, that's fine. Good afternoon ma'am, I won't be staying for lunch." Jake stalked out of the house with all the dignity he could muster. He walked to the corner and sat down to wait for Rafe. Back at the big white mansion, Liz Moran sat holding her checkbook. She was astonished at his vehemence. She began thinking she might have just made a big mistake. She picked up the phone but instead of calling Sara, she called a local private investigator she sometimes used. She told the investigator she wanted a full report on Jacob Turner, an employee of Turner's Furniture, by Thursday afternoon. Then she called Sara. She was on the phone with her niece for almost an hour. Apologizing to Sara one last time, she broke the connection and sat back stunned. Sara had been candid and at times, graphic about her relationship with Jake. Liz was both mortified by what she had done, and aroused by what Sara had told her. Jake was quiet all afternoon; Rafe wormed the reason for his anger from him but couldn't suggest anything that would help other than that he also would be pissed off if he were in Jake's shoes. Jake called Cindy at seven PM and chatted with her. Then he called Sara. Sara was overjoyed to get his call and begged him not to be mad at her because she did not have anything to do with Aunt Liz's behavior. Jake told her he believed her and was not mad at her. They made a date for Friday night. Working out with his sisters was the high point of most of his days. Their company made his punishing regime much more pleasant and they actually challenged him to work harder. On Friday, Angie ran the entire five-mile route. She was winded but proud. Debbie was also making progress; Jake was gratified that she appeared to be serious about her workouts. Thursday, Debbie surprised Jake by dropping her shorts and pulling up her tee shirt to show him her new under garments. He approved them and could not help but notice that only smooth skin showed around the leg band of her cotton briefs. Oh, and of course his 'kisses as payment' rewards were also very pleasant. Friday evening Sara and her two-and-a- half-year old son Christopher came to the Turner house to pick up Jake. Like his sister's dates, she came in and made polite conversation with Helen and Charles before she and Jake left. Stuart was already there waiting for Angie to finish primping. Christopher charmed the Turner parents. He was well behaved and mature for his age. Sara had on jeans and a blouse; she had done the hair and make up trick again to once again look more like a teenager. Sara, Jake, and Christopher went to McDonalds and then to a movie. At ten o'clock, Sara and Christopher dropped Jake off. They both kissed him and said they would see him tomorrow. Saturday morning Jake and Debbie started their workout at seven in the morning. They dove into their respective routines; with the extra benches, bars and weights they were done by 7:25. Sara told Jake that she thought she could already feel herself getting more fit. Jake chidingly replied, "I'll have to check for myself". To his delight, Debbie went to the door and locked it, then peeled off her shirt and shorts. Jake pretended to check her the same way he had Tuesday but with a lot more touching. It was fun and exciting for them both. Jake declared that it was now a requirement that he check her progress this way weekly. Debbie was pulling up her shorts when Jake cupped her mound and squeezed it gently. Debbie froze. "I like the way you trimmed this," he said. "I guess I'll have to check this weekly also. Debbie shuddered and finished dressing. She gave him a toe-curling kiss before they went in. Because Charles had an early tee time, Sara and Christopher picked up Jake again at 8:30 am. Jake had on his pair of baggy-style surfer shorts and a tee-shirt. He carried a small bag with regular shorts and another shirt. Sara wore shorts and a tee-shirt; you could clearly see her bathing suit top through her shirt. They were actually going to the beach but Christopher was being picked up by his dad and was not going with them. They would have told Jake's parents that fact if they had been asked. Jake met 'the' Dr. Douglas when he came for his son. Despite his trickery of Sara, Jake just could not dislike the guy. He seemed sincerely fond of Sara and crazy about Christopher Jr. Dr. Douglas was not effeminate and if Jake had not known the truth about Christopher Sr.'s sexual orientation, he would have never guessed it. The doctor did not comment on Sara and Jake's age difference. After the two Christophers split in the doctor's Mercedes, Sara pulled Jake towards the bedroom. The beach was forgotten as the lovers coupled on the bed. Jake made slow relaxed love to Sara, a far cry from last weekend. Jake took Sara around the world, coming in her mouth and pussy before he took her anal virginity. For her part, Sara loved it all. She was coming almost nonstop. She almost fainted again when Jake lubed up her asshole with the squeeze bottle of baby oil and slowly pushed into her while diddling her clit. They made it to the beach at 11:00 am and lay on towels talking and soaking up the sun. Sara leaned on her elbow and put her hand on Jake's arm. When he looked at her she said, "Jacob, I don't want to stop seeing you; you fulfill me. However, I know we can't be an exclusive item. I don't mind if you have other girlfriends as long as you make time for me." Jake nodded his understanding, "What about you?" he said, "You should have the same freedom". "Oh, I might date some now and then, but I seriously doubt if many men are capable of doing to me what you do. I think I'll leave that up to you," she replied. "Hum", Jake teased, "Maybe I can find a girl I can share with you." Sara looked at him seriously. "I'd have to think about that", she said. At 2:00 pm, Sara took Jake home. She started midnight shifts tonight: 11:00 pm thru 7:00 am. She wanted to catch a good nap so she would be fresh and alert. Jake spent the rest of the day helping his dad wash cars and cut grass. That night Angie and Jake were the wall flowers while Debbie had a date. Brad Simmons, the quarterback on the JFK football team had asked her out. Her dating Brad even had mom excited. Brad seemed a nice enough guy; at least he was not full of himself like Chip had been. He shook hands with Jake and asked if he was going out for football in the fall. Jake surprised the folks by saying he was thinking about it. After Brad and Debbie left, Angie drove them to the Steak and Shake. As luck would have it, they ended up with the same carhop. Her name was Jody according to the tag pinned to her white shirt. "I thought you were with that other girl," Jody said. "I was, but I just can't resist beautiful women," Jake replied. "So maybe there's hope for me," she laughed. Jake and Angie ordered and Jody skated off. "What was that all about?" asked Angie. Jake told Angie about his trip here with Debbie and what Debbie had done to Jody. Angie said, "Well you're my date tonight and she's not stealing you from me either". Then Angie pulled Jake across the seat and put his arm around her. Jake hugged her against his shoulder and they listened to the radio in companionable silence. As Jody left the service area heading for their car, Angie turned her head and pressed her lips to his. She reached up, took his hand, and moved it down so their clasped hands were against the upper swells of her breast. For the first time her tongue got in on the kiss as she tentatively poked at his lips with it. Jake opened his lips and soon they were seriously swapping spit. They broke apart when Jody cleared her throat. "That will be $3.90," she said. Angie dropped her hand onto Jake's thigh, gave Jody a five spot, and -- smiling sweetly -- said, "Thank you, and keep the change". Jody looked down at Angie's hand and without a word skated off. Jake started to scoot back across the seat but Angie asked him to stay where he was. They sat and ate their burgers, laughing about poor Jody. They were still laughing when they got home. Angie asked Jake if he would sit in her room for a while so they could talk about running. Jake agreed. They sat on Angie's bed and talked about her newly-discovered talent for running and how best to develop it. Jake told her she should try out for the track team in the fall as a cross-country runner. Angie was intrigued by the idea but thought her shyness might keep her from doing it. Finally, they ran out of things to say and were just sitting next to each other listing to the radio. Jake turned to her, put his hand on her breast, and squeezed her nipple lightly. "What are you doing?" asked a shocked Angie. Jake noticed she did not move his hand so he continued fondling her. "I've been wanting to do this since the drive in. Your nipples have been hard enough to cut glass all evening." Angie did not say anything as Jake slowly rolled first one nipple then the other between his thumb and forefinger. She did grab his hands as he started to unbutton her blouse. Jake stopped and said, "I want to see them". Angie bit her lip and slowly dropped her hands to her lap. Jake unbuttoned the blouse to her waist and pulled it apart. Her breasts were cone shaped and stood straight out from her chest, her areolas were the size of quarters and her nipples were perfectly centered on her breasts. They were symmetrical and perfectly formed. "These are the most perfect breasts I've ever seen," Jake said reverently, as he cupped them in his palms. The only sound in the room was Angie's labored breathing. Jake played with her breasts for a minute then leaned over and fastened his lips to her nipple. Angie gasped and fell back on the bed. Jake kissed both her nipples; then stood up and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" She asked dreamily. "To my room to do what you will probably be doing in here," he replied. He chuckled as he saw her turn crimson all the way to her exposed waist. The cookout after church Sunday was a huge success. The Turner and Sorenson adults got along famously. The four teenagers hung out and had fun in spite of themselves. Jake's sisters conspired to get Cindy and Jake alone as much as possible. Alone in the kitchen during one such contrived occasion, Jake swept Cindy into his arms and they kissed and held each other for ten glorious minutes. That night Jake went to bed a happy camper. ------- Chapter 6 Jake's life was settling into a pleasant routine. He worked, worked out, acted as a willing experimental subject for his sisters' emerging sexuality, kept Sara's slave girl fantasy going, and spent time with Cindy. He also spent a lot of time thinking. TV held little interest for him now, so each evening after some quality time with the parents; he sequestered himself in his room. He started buying the Wall Street Journal each day and spent some time each evening reading it. He also sat at his desk and jotted down ideas for his dad's business. He converted his notes to an outline. He refined the outline and, with his sisters' help, prepared a presentation. His parents worried at first that he was reverting back to his loner, loser days, but one or both of his sisters were constantly in and out of his room, so they stopped worrying. His sisters had inherited their mother's intelligence and quickly grasped the ideas he was formulating; before long they were actively adding to his plan. Jake thought that if every guy had workout partners like Debbie and Angie there would be a fitness revolution. Angie now matched him stride for stride on their runs. She was a natural and the practice made her better. They were now doing six miles in less than forty minutes. Cool-downs with Angie were an adventure. She had lost most of her self-conscious modesty and seemed to enjoy pulling off her top for Jake to check for nonexistent chaffing. At least once a week she would shed her bra so Jake could check closer. Her thank you kisses were extraordinary. Angie clearly loved Jake's style of training. Debbie was getting toned and firm. The small amount of baby fat she had was rapidly being replaced by muscle. She loved the definition her abs were developing and was thrilled that the muscles under and around her breasts made them stand high and firm on her chest. She actually had to go to a larger bra size. Debbie's thank you kisses were hot and horny. She considered it her duty to insure Jake had a hard on after every workout. She made a change to his inspection of her body's progress, however. Claiming that her workout undies and the garage light didn't show the results correctly, she started to come to his room once a week in her best lingerie so he could properly assess her progress. The assessments were sometimes quite thorough and time consuming. Because he needed a sparing partner, Jake started teaching Debbie and Angie how to fight. A word to his father made gloves, a speed bag, and a heavy bag appear. Jake bought them jump-ropes. They started training at 6:00 am and Jake tried to end workouts with twenty to thirty minutes of hand-to-hand combat. He borrowed from boxing, wrestling, and the martial arts. His former life had included a few years of both jujitsu and karate instruction. He had boxed in unit competitions while assigned to the 82nd Airborne Division and had taught unarmed combat at the Special Warfare School. Jake's theory on fighting style was simple; know enough so that you could do whatever it took to win, never give your opponent a fair chance, and any weapon was preferable to bare hands. He was gratified and a little frightened at how his sisters adopted his philosophy with a vengeance. To paraphrase a popular icon from the mid-portion of his former life "Pity the fool that pisses them off". Little did Jake know that one day his bloodthirsty Amazon Warriors would save his sorry ass. Jake saw Sara at least twice a week. When they could, they had sex, when they couldn't, they hung out. Sara had turned into an amazingly erotic woman. She liked everything Jake did to or for her. She got especially hot and bothered when he took liberties or paraded her submissiveness where there was a chance of getting caught or seen by strangers. Sara told Jake that her Aunt Liz wanted to see him to apologize for her behavior. Jake explained that he didn't think Liz had anything to apologize for, so one was not needed. He declined her invitation to the club and told Sara to ask for a rain check. Jake told Sara that the haughty Liz would look good with her face in Sara's pussy while he took her doggie style. Sara almost came from him whispering that to her while he was touching her ass in the Winn-Dixie produce aisle. Sara knew she was going to be with another woman sooner or later, Jake had made that crystal clear. She had slowly warmed up to the idea of at least trying it; after all, everything else Jake had her do was a fantastic experience. Of course, Jake took Sara to Jody's station at the Steak and Shake. Jody skated up to the driver's side of the custom-painted Chevelle. She immediately recognized Jake. "Nice car, lover boy," she said. Jake thanked her and ordered for him and Sara. When Jody skated off to the order window Jake explained the game that his sisters ran on Jody when he came there with them. Sara laughed at their antics. "Your sisters are a tough act to follow," she said. "Let's see if I can uphold your reputation." When Jody skated back with their order, Sara was sitting facing Jake. He was nonchalantly resting his hand just above Sara's knee. Just as Jody got to Jake's door to hang the tray, Sara pulled up her dress to mid thigh and pushed Jake's hand under it. Jody watched big-eyed as Jake removed his hand and paid her. Jody moved to where her coworkers were gathered and said something to them while nodding her head in the Chevelle's direction. As soon as she saw four pairs of eyes swivel in their direction, Sara gave Jake a scorching kiss. Jake saw the direction the game was taking and decided to make everyone's day. He slid his hand up and cupped Sara full breast then casually unbuttoned the top three fasteners on her dress, displaying a lacy white bra and a lot of cleavage. When Jody returned for the tray Sara's dress was unbuttoned nearly to the waist and rucked up almost to her naked little pussy. Jody looked at the very obviously aroused Sara then at Jake and said, "You are the devil; so when do I get my turn?" Jake's relationship with Cindy kept blossoming. He visited her a least once during the week and every Sunday. Cindy's parents had grown to like Jake and his family. Although Cindy wouldn't be able to date until her sixteenth birthday, her parents allowed the young couple a lot of undisturbed time together. Jake could wait until September when she turned sixteen to actually go on a date, as long as he could at least see her. For her part, Cindy was lavish in dispensing him kisses and loved to mold her body to his. ------- By the end of June Jake had completed his plan. Wednesday he asked his dad if they could sit and talk a while because he had some ideas about the furniture store. Charles Turner told Jake that Helen had to be involved in any business discussion. Jake was relieved that his father seemed to be taking him seriously. Jake asked if his sisters could also join them. It turned into a highly significant family meeting. Jake took out his presentation materials and explained his concept. Jake's basic idea was to increase the size of the store and add appliances to their inventory. He introduced them to the super store concept so prevalent in the later part of his former life. Basically he saw Turner Furniture becoming the Home Depot of home furnishing. Everyone was excited and ideas were bandied about. Charles agreed that it was a good plan and he had had a renovation already in the works. "The biggest obstacle to doing what you suggest is money, of course. How much do you figure this will cost?" Charles asked. "You asked the hardest question first," said Jake. "I figure around $250,000 for the physical improvements plus you'll need a line of credit for the same amount to be able to order large quantities of furniture and appliances." "That's a lot of money, if we have a line of credit why not pay for the furniture and appliances up front? Jake figured his father knew the answer already and was seeing if his son knew what he was talking about. "If we pay up front, we pay interest on the money; if we use a line of credit to back us we can request terms of net in thirty days and pay for items after we sell them. We could also negotiate a discount if we can pay in ten days," Jake replied. His father nodded, "Now all we need is for someone to loan us a half million dollars." "I have at least half of that, " Helen Turner interjected. Jake and his sisters looked at her in disbelief. "That's your inheritance; you might need it for you and the kids in the future." Charles said. "This is our future, Charles, so I want to invest in it," Helen said in The Voice that brooked no argument. "Yes dear," said dad. Jake said he needed to make a phone call and phoned Jack Sorenson. After exchanging pleasantries, Jake asked Jack about secured loans and if a bank account could secure a line of credit larger than the account. Jack said it was possible, especially if some other form of collateral was also used. Jake thanked Sorenson and sat back down. "Why not use Mom's money to secure the line of credit and buy a $500, 000 term life insurance policy in case something happened?" he suggested. All agreed that it was a sound plan. The business model for the Turner Furniture and Appliance Super Store, a model that dominated retail business for two decades, was created in one evening around the kitchen table. At 11:30 that night Jake wandered into the kitchen in his pajama bottoms. The excitement of the evening had him too keyed-up to sleep. Jake poured himself a glass of milk and snagged a few Oreos from the cookie jar. He was facing the counter when she spoke. "What's the matter Jacob, honey, can't sleep?" Jake spun around so fast milk sloshed down his chest. Helen was sitting in the nook drinking a glass of juice. She was wearing a white floor-length negligee trimmed in lace. Her long luxurious black mane was draped over both shoulders. "Jesus, Mom, you scared the crap out of me!" Jake exclaimed. Jake sat at the table with his milk while Helen grabbed a napkin and wiped the milk off his chest. "Sorry sweetie", she apologized, "you are getting huge; do you think all that exercise is good for you?" "I know its good for me, I feel better every day. Besides, it keeps me out of other stuff." Jake replied. Helen stood up and grabbed his glass, "Let me get you some more milk; it's the least I can do for frightening you." She walked to the refrigerator and pulled open the door. The fridge light made her gown translucent, Jake could see her pendulous breasts; they were the size of large grape fruits and only sagged a little. When she bent over, he could see she was naked beneath the diaphanous silk. She hauled out the milk and filled his glass. She pushed her hair out of her face and brought the milk to him. "Mom, you are absolutely beautiful," he said. "You dress so conservatively I never noticed how curvy you are." "Thank you, baby, but I've put on a few pounds lately; maybe I ought to work out with you also. Then again, I can't run like you and Angela and I don't know if I can meet your grooming standards for lifting weights," Helen said. "Grooming standards?" he asked, perplexed. "Yes when I asked Deborah what happened to her pubic hair, she said it bothered you by sticking out of her shorts," she said. "Well I guess I could make an exception in you case," Jake replied. "Well if I joined you, I would live by your rules; but don't think I'm ready for all that hard work." She laughingly responded. "Well, the offer is open; if it would embarrass you to work out with Debbie, we could make up a separate training routine for you." Helen said, "I'll think about it." She said then continued on a different tack, "Jacob, I was feeling guilty that I liked you so much better now than I did before you overdosed. I don't feel guilty any more. I've always loved you and now that I like you, I love you even more." Then she leaned over and kissed him warmly on the lips. She held the kiss much longer than normal; all the while her breasts lay on his arm. "I liked that," Jake said. "Keep being so good and you'll get more and better," she promised. Just as she reached the doorway, Jake spoke. "Mom I like the way you look now, will you loosen up the wardrobe a little for me?" She gave him a big smile and said, "I'll think about that also." Jake had second thoughts about his boldness with Helen. His relationship with the Turner women was confusing. His body was, without question, physically related to them; but mentally they were just three beautiful women, or woman and near-women anyway. If he had no history with them before he woke up, how could it be wrong to have a sexual relationship with them? With his sisters it was all pretty innocent; he reasoned they were just curious and it was much better for him to guide them rather than them learning the hard way with other guys. With Helen, it was a different story, he was in lust with her. Yet he had Charles to think about also. The guy was a class act and Jake didn't feel exactly right putting the moves on the guy's wife. "Oh well", he thought, "it will work itself out". Thursday night was Charles' monthly Chamber of Commerce meeting. Tonight he was especially looking forward to it because he was going to start lining up support for his store's expansion. He buzzed out the door at 6:30 pm. Angie and Debbie were at a sleep-over for one of their friend's birthday. Jake was fresh from the shower when his mom knocked on his door. Jake let her in. "Jacob, will you take me to the Steak and Shake? I hear it's fun to go there with you," Helen asked sweetly. "This is coming out of left field," he thought. Aloud he said, "Well I like to tease this carhop working there. It might not work with my mom." "Your sisters said they pretended to be your dates; am I to old to be considered dating material?" Jake had to laugh at that one. "Do you three talk about everything? And, no, you are not to old; you could walk in there and leave with any guy you picked." "Thank you sweetie, and, yes, we talk pretty openly," she answered. "Okay, it's a date. But don't forget I warned you," he stated. "I'll be ready at 7:30; bring the car around and pick me up properly." Helen left his room. Jake read the Wall Street Journal for a half hour and got dressed. He put the top down on the Mustang and pulled up to the door promptly at 7:30. He rang the bell and did a double take when Helen opened the door. She looked incredible and young. She had used Sara's make up trick and looked like a coed, with an above the knee skirt, pink button-up sweater, and sandals. "Wow!" was all Jake could say. "Glad you like it, now take me out and feed me," said a grinning Helen. Jake pulled the Mustang into Jody's section of the drive in. And Jody skated over. "Hello, lover boy, I see you have a different car and different girl tonight," Jody said. "Different car -- but he's with a woman tonight," Helen quipped. Astonished by her remark, Jake turned to look at Helen. Her skirt had ridden up her legs and somehow two buttons had come loose on her sweater. Creamy thighs and cleavage were delectably displayed. Jake shook his head in wonder. When he returned his eyes back to Jody, she was looking at the same places he was. Jody saw that she'd been caught looking and quickly took their order. At the carhop window, Jody was again pointing out Jake to her compatriots. Helen was leaning back in her seat and lazily twiddling the hair on the back of Jake's head. She had not bother to pull down her skirt and the way she was sitting thrust out her chest. Jake was mesmerized by her sexiness. "Am I doing this right?" she asked. "Perfect", Jake said, "you are so beautiful and sexy as hell tonight. This has got to make my reputation sky rocket." Helen cooed, "I think you just earned another kiss, mister." When Jody brought their food, she again took the opportunity to check out Helen. Helen caught her looking and tossed her head slightly, causing her thick mane to resettle on her shoulders. A tendril fell between her breasts and she moved it with her long red nails, then dropped her hand on Jake's knee. The usually efficient and graceful Jody fumbled with the tray before finally getting it in place. "My name is Jake, not lover boy, what kind of car do YOU have?" Jody arched her eyebrows and said, "One that's probably not fast enough for you." She skated away to Helen's melodic laughter. When Jody took the tray and her money, she slipped a piece of paper into Jake's hand. As he pulled out of the drive-in, Jake handed the note to his mom. "It's her phone number and her schedule," Helen said. Jake pocketed the note and they drove home. Jake walked her to the door, his arm around her shoulder. Keeping in character, he said, "Thank you for a wonderful evening, I hope you'll go out with me again." "If you can fit me in, I'd like that." Then she put her arms around his neck, kissed him briefly, and pulled her head back to look into his eyes. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. This time the kiss was neither light nor brief. Finally, Helen pushed him away and slipped into the house. Jake returned her car to its parking place and went upstairs to choke his chicken. ------- Chapter 7 July was a busy month. Charles Turner found a large warehouse three blocks from his store; Rafe, Jake, and the other delivery crews moved furniture to it between their regular deliveries. Once the large storage room in back of the furniture store was cleaned out, a crew of carpenters started to remodel it into additional showroom space. Charles moved his commercial and personal accounts to Palmdale Saving and Loan; Helen transferred her trust fund there also. Helen's fund was larger than she thought and Jack Sorenson's bank issued Turner Furniture a six hundred thousand dollar line of credit. Charles' business skills allowed him to negotiate favorable terms with three major appliance distributors and orders were placed. The plan called for having a three-month supply of furniture and appliances on hand in the large warehouse. The store would close for ten days with a grand reopening set for August tenth. The schedule was tight but workable. Jake's exercise program continued unabated. Angie had improved beyond his ability to instruct her. Their speed and distance ratcheted up a notch at Angie's urging. The self-confidence she gained by her success in running showed up in the way she carried herself. Gone was the shy teenager who had blushed at Jake seeing her bra. Present was a flame haired vixen who insisted on the same progress inspections her sister received. Her tentative kisses became passionately demanding. She relished Jake's touch and loved to grind herself against him. Jake would need to have a talk with her soon, before she got out of hand. Debbie became a hot little hard-body. She bought a smaller bikini and caused quite a stir at the beach. She upped the ante on Jake's reward to show her appreciation. She loved to straddle him while he was lifting, and grind against him. She insisted that Jake feel as well as see her progress. She was ripe and ready for Jake to take her further. Somehow, Jake became his sisters' fashion adviser. They modeled their outfits for his approval before each date and dressed the way he liked whenever they went somewhere with him. Jake liked them to look feminine, wholesome, and innocently sexy. Both girls started to wear little sundress most of the time. Helen loved the changes in her daughters, and was thrilled that Jake had gotten Angie out of her shell. Charles was blissfully ignorant of the changes. He just assumed they were still his little darlings in dresses as they had been when they were ten. Jake called Jody for a date in mid-July. She was nonplused when Jake explained that she had to pick him up because he did not have a license. Jody was a sophomore at Stetson University and was chagrined that the guy she was hot for was only a sophomore in high school. She would definitely have to keep his age under wraps; but it was not a show stopper. She was deeply curious as to why all those girls and women were all over him. She shivered as she remembered how they all seemed ready to jump his bones right there in the Steak and Shake parking lot. She was no virgin, but she could not imagine being that hot for some guy, maybe Jake could stir her imagination. It was Saturday night and Charles was reading the paper when the doorbell rang. For some reason the Turner women had made themselves scarce; he opened the door to find a small attractive girl standing on the porch. She extended her hand. "I'm Jody Marks and I'm here to pick up Jake for our date," she said. Charles introduced himself and called upstairs to Jake. Jake bounded down the stairs and he and Jody walked out of the house. Jake whistled at the car Jody was driving. It was a 1971 Sedan de Ville, probably the biggest regular passenger car ever made. "Don't laugh, my car is in the shop, and I had to borrow my dad's land-yacht," said Jody. "Your dad must either work for the mob or be a pimp," Jake joked. She hit him in the arm and replied, "For your information he is a funeral director and he uses this car at work". They climbed in the cavernous interior and took off. Jake took Jody to a nice restaurant. As they got better acquainted, Jake was impressed with her intelligence. She was amazed at the wide range of topics he could keep up with. She had never had a date with someone she could talk to about the things that interested her. After dinner, Jake suggested a movie but, to his surprise, Jody drove them straight to a secluded place on the beach. She parked and slid across the wide seat. "So tell me, lover boy, what do all those women see in you?" she purred. Fifteen minutes later, shaken and stirred, she had her answer. She was naked in the back seat of her father's car moaning through her third orgasm while Jake still had his pants on. Jake removed his face from her bush and shucked down his trousers and jockeys. He opened a condom, moved between her knees, and poised himself above her small compact body. She was hot, wet, and ready -- he slid home in one stroke. Jake pushed her knees back to her breasts and stroked her to two more orgasms. Then he dismounted and ate her again; she came as he sucked her clit and massaged her g-spot. Jake rolled them over and sat her upright. Her eyes were scrunched shut in concentration and she moved around on top of him until she found a stroke she liked. Jake palmed one of her apple-sized breasts and held on for the ride. The back seat of the Deville was long and wide; it was like fucking on a couch. Jody was agile and limber; she folded herself into positions he did not think were possible. It was the most athletic fuck of either of his lives. By 10:30, her conversion was complete; she was dreamily snuggled up to his side as he drove her father's Cadillac into the Steak and Shake parking lot. ------- Of course, Jake still saw Sara and Cindy. Cindy was his sweetheart and everyone thought they were an adorable young couple. Jake was astonished that all the other females in his life were constantly conspiring to get them together. They had progressed to some heavy making-out, but Jake did not push to take things any further. It was Sara who found a way to get them some quality time together alone. Sara went to the Sorenson's house in her nurse's uniform with Christopher in tow. She introduced herself to Jack and Theresa and suggested, if they did not mind, she wanted to ask Cindy to be her backup baby sitter. The older Sorenson's did not mind, so Cindy was called down stairs and asked directly. Christopher looked at her adoringly, and Sara had been great to her, so she said yes. Sara thanked them all and went home to plot some the details. Sara arranged to pick up Jake, supposedly for dinner Friday evening, at seven. She called the Sorenson's to see if Cindy could baby-sit for three hours. Cindy could and Sara told her that she would be there at six-thirty to pick her up and would bring her home by ten. The surprise plan was in motion. Cindy was playing Lincoln logs with Christopher when Sara brought a very shocked Jake into the house. Sara grabbed Christopher and said she had forgotten that she had to meet Christopher Sr. to discuss day-care for their son. Out the door they went. Jake recovered from the shock first, "I think we have been set up". Cindy had a huge smile on her face. They hurriedly picked up Christopher's toys and sat together on the couch. Jake put his arm around her and she turned her face up for a kiss. When their lips parted, Cindy gave him a sad look. "Why don't you ever try to touch me? Don't you find me desirable?" Jake looked at her in amazement. "I find you very desirable," he said. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. But I don't want to force you into anything you are not ready for." She took his hand, put it on her breast, and said, "Then I'll have to force you into something that I am ready for." Jake felt her breast through her shirt and then slid his hand under it. He unclasped her bra and stroked her naked flesh. Cindy was in heaven. His hands on her felt even better than she had imagined when she masturbated. When he lifted her shirt and sucked her nipples she came. Jake stopped the session after her orgasm and held her. She thanked him over and over for the most awe-inspiring experience of her life. Cindy's clothes were straightened out and Jake was lying on the couch with his head in her lap when Sara arrived. Christopher was still with his dad. Sara admitted to her duplicity with a huge grin. They all piled into Sara's car and Jake ducked down in the back seat when they dropped off Cindy. Jake rewarded Sara by tying her to a chair and eating her until she had that rare squirting orgasm. Then he sent her on wobbly legs for the baby oil. ------- The last day of July was Rafe and Jake's last day as a delivery team. At Jake's urging, Charles had promoted Rafe to the new position of warehouse manager. With so much inventory and with it at a location away from the store, Charles could no longer control it himself. Rafe had been a supply sergeant in the Army so he was well-qualified for the job. Jake 'retired' and became a paid advisor to his dad. Jake had the idea of announcing the grand reopening with a series of commercials to be shown during the local evening news on all three channels seen in Palmdale. His idea was for a well-dressed woman to walk among the furniture and appliances while talking about the new TFA Superstore. The only problem was finding a local celebrity that would do them justice. After considering and rejecting most of the local newswomen, and idea struck Jake like the lightening bolt that put him here. Helen Turner would be perfect -- she was poised, elegant, and her voice had a quality you could not ignore. In addition, she would personalize the commercials because it was her store. Once Charles and Jake talked her into it, she proved to be a natural. She glided through the store extolling the wide selection, she spoke earnestly about how customer service was to be their hallmark, and she stressed the time-saving convenience of being able to buy everything from the bedroom set to the linen in one place. She made you want to buy everything she touched. After ten days of round-the-clock effort, the day of the grand reopening arrived. The Turners pulled up to the store an hour before the scheduled opening and were flabbergasted by what they found. The parking lot was jammed with cars. People were lined up from the door to the corner of the building. Two TV crews were filming the chaos. Charles and Jake cleared a path through the crowd and opened the doors. Charles decided to let everyone in so they would not have to stand in the August sun for another hour. Helen was recognized and soon surrounded by women wanting advice and autographs. Even with the additional sales staff Charles had hired, the Turner kids had to be pressed into service as sales associates. At 9:00 that night the last customer was finally gone and everyone slumped in exhaustion. It had been beyond anyone's wildest expectations. The bedlam continued for most of the week. By close of business Saturday, they had already sold 40% of their three-month inventory. Jack Sorenson had sent three loan officers in to help process credit applications, they were doing an unbelievably brisk business. Account holders at his bank were given a 10% discount on purchases financed with Palmdale Saving and Loan and 15% discounts were given to those who both opened an account and financed furniture. The entire Turner Family worked all week, open to close. Business was still brisk the following week but new staff had been hired and procedures were in place to lessen the confusion. Charles was hugely satisfied; it would only take him three weeks to pay for his entire inventory and a good part of his construction costs. He was already thinking of making the store even bigger. The Turners took a well-deserved rest on Sunday. After church, they lazed around all day excitedly talking about the unbelievable week. They teased Helen about her fan club and Charles about his sudden status as a tycoon. Charles told the girls that they deserved a reward for their efforts. "We want a swimming pool!" they said in unison. Monday, Jake and Angie finally got to run. They did seven miles with Jake hard-pressed to keep up with Angie's ground eating strides. They walked into the garage panting for breath. Locking the door behind her Angie immediately stripped off her shirt and, surprisingly, reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Jake still had his sweat-soaked shirt partly over his head when she threw herself against him. "Running makes me feel so good," she said. "And you haven't kissed or touched me in over a week." Jake managed to get his shirt off and take care of both her complaints. Half and hour later, Jake was sitting at the nook table once again thinking about the bizarre twist his life had taken. He accepted the fact that he was in this new body permanently and had to admit that he couldn't have dreamed up a life as good as the one he now lived. What made him curious now was how easy it was for him to get people to do what he wanted them to do. He seemed to know just what would work on each person so when he suggested something it usually happened. Jake was beginning to think that when his mind entered this body he somehow accessed more brain function than the norm. He knew he operated on a much higher mental state than he had in his previous life and he was pretty damned sharp then. He decided that he would keep testing the limits of what he could accomplish. Jake's musing was interrupted by Debbie. "Jake, me and Angie are going to the beach; want to come with us? "No, Sweetie; but thanks for asking me -- I need to do a little planning for dad," he replied. Debbie nodded her understanding and went up to change. A few minutes later, both girls bounced down the stairs. Jake stood up and checked them out. They were dressed in shorts and bikini tops and looked terrific. Jake stood between them and put an arm around their waists. Then he kissed each of them thoroughly and slapped their bottoms. "You two are going to break a lot of hearts today," he said. "I love you both; be careful and have fun." Helen entered the kitchen just as Jake was sitting back down. He noticed with interest that she was wearing a little tennis skirt and a tee-shirt. She grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. "Jacob, do you have a minute to talk to me?" she asked. She was not speaking in her mom voice so he could have said no. "Sure, what's on your mind?" he replied. "I spent some time with your sisters this morning while they were getting ready for the beach. I am amazed at how they, I mean, how you all have changed this summer," she said. "Maybe we are just growing up," Jake offered. "Maybe," she conceded, "three months ago you were an obnoxious little shit that nobody liked and your sisters hated. Now you are a parent's dream come true and your sisters worship you. Your father is so proud of you and so am I; you have become the son we despaired of ever having." "Thanks for saying that; but I'm just trying to do the best I can and maybe undo some of the harm I've caused," Jake said. "We are way past that now. Anyway, when I was in Deborah's room I could not believe how good she looked. She is so fit and healthy she glows. Three months ago, she was selfish and self-absorbed. Now she is completely the opposite. And Angela has gone from a gangly shy introvert to a self-assured young woman. Some of that may be from maturing but most of it is because of you." "Gosh mom, you're making me blush," Jake kidded. "But seriously, I think the most I have done is let them find what was in them all along." "Could be," Helen said noncommittally; then she continued, "At any rate I saw how good Deborah looked and I want to look that way also. Can you fit another student into your workouts?" Jake hesitated and then said, "Sure but I have some unusual training techniques that might make you uncomfortable". Helen laughed, "I know all about them and they are unorthodox to say the least. Your sisters share most everything with me so I know about 'thank you rewards', inspections, and checking for chaffing." "How do you feel about that stuff?" Jake asked. "Well, after thinking about it, I saw you had found a way to motivate your sisters and a way for them to find themselves as sexual creatures some place besides the back seat of a car. They told me that you do not push them about sex and they usually initiate things. They also said you never let things get out of hand." "Okay, lady, you now have a personal trainer. But be warned -- you are going to get the same treatment; now go put on some workout clothes and meet me in the garage." Jake was in the garage when his mom strode in. She locked the door and turned to face Jake. "All right, lets see what we have so work with. Take off your shorts and shirt," said Jake. Without a hint of embarrassment, Helen stripped to her underwear. She had a good figure that had held up well to the ravages of gravity, time, and childbirth. He noticed her pubic hairs did not show and the insides of her thighs looked freshly shaved. Her ass and breasts sagged some and she had a small tummy with a few stretch marks on it, but overall she looked damn good. Jake poked and prodded; he felt her ass and hefted her breasts. Satisfied, he stepped back; Helen, who had stood stoically throughout his inspection, got dressed. Jake wrote down what exercises, weight, and number of repetitions he wanted her to do. He showed her each exercise and kept her on it until her form was correct, then moved to the next. He had her using more weights than Debbie to help her gain muscle and, in general, her workout was more difficult than Debbie's. Finally, they were finished and Helen slumped back on the weight bench with a groan. Jake was admiring her beauty when the strangest thought entered his head. "Elliot was your father's name," he stated. Helen's eyes shot open. "Jacob, you are starting to remember," she said. That is impossible, he thought, but aloud he said, "I guess; it just popped into my head. I look like him, don't I?" "Yes you do. You remind me of him more every day. He was killed in the Korean War," Helen said sadly. "What was he like?" "Well he looked like you and me, he was Irish, -- my maiden name was Buckley. Someone once said that he could charm the birds out of the trees. He loved the ladies but never remarried after my mother died. And the ladies loved him, he had them falling all over him, sometimes two or three at a time. And, like you, they would do anything for him. When I first saw you after you woke from the coma I swear it was his eyes looking at me. When he died I moved down from Boston to live with my aunt and uncle here in Palmdale." "Wow, he must have been quite a guy; I wish I had met him," Jake said. Helen replied, "The way you are I think you are carrying a lot of him in you." "Do you want to work out together with Debbie and me or do you want private lessons? Jake asked. "Lets keep them private for now. I want to look better before I workout with Miss Perfect Body. Will that be too much trouble for you?" He told her no and also said she needed to start walking for at least forty-five minutes every night or every other night. When the pool was installed she could swim, the important thing was to raise her heart rate. He advised her to take Dad so he got some exercise too. How, Jake wondered, did he know with such clarity about Elliot Buckley? He went up to his room and lay on his bed. He cleared his mind then started searching it for traces of its former occupant. There were still no memories of Jake before the coma. Jody called Jake that evening and asked if he could go out with her Wednesday, her next night off. He agreed and she said she would pick him up at seven. When she arrived at the door Jake answered it. Waiting inside was Helen and his sisters. The look on her face was priceless as Jake told her the whole story. Jody finally laughed, and admitted it was a good hoax even if she had been the victim. During the fifteen minutes while they all chatted, Jake noticed Jody checking out his mom and sisters, she especially seemed to like looking at Debbie. He filed that away for future reference. Jody was back to driving her Volkswagen Beetle so he thought sex was out. Jody had other plans, however, and took him to her house. Her folks were visiting a relative in Jacksonville and would be gone for two more days. Jody loved oral sex -- giving it and receiving it. They were in a sixty-nine with her on top the first time Jake fingered her tight little anus. He thought she would go nuts; she squealed, thrust her ass back against his finger, and then ground her pussy on his face. Sensing her need, he flipped her over and pulled her ass up in the air. He spread her butt cheeks and attacked her pussy and asshole with his tongue. Jody made little whimpering noises and said his name repeatedly as he ate her. Finally, she fell face first onto the bed, worn out from coming. Jake lay beside her stoking her back. "I thought you were going to put it in my butt; I've never done that and the thought of it scares me," Jody said. "I won't take your ass till you ask me to," Jake promised. "Now tell me, have you ever been with a girl or do you just want to try it." She looked at him sharply and said, "What are you talking about? I'm not a lesbian." Jake moved his hand down to her pussy, "I know you aren't, but I think you might be bisexual. I think that's sexy. I saw you checking out Debbie; she is hot, isn't she?" Jake was lightly rubbing her clit. Jody wondered how he knew her so well after only being together twice. Her mind flashed back to his sister. The image of Debbie's body made her pulse quicken; thinking about her standing there in that sundress was heating Jody up as much as Jake's touch. "She is very attractive," Jody conceded. "Yes, she is; her body is like a sculpture, and can you imagine what playing with those firm breasts would feel like?" "Oh!" was all Jody could manage as her pussy clenched. "And I bet she would taste as good as she looks; her skin is so silky smooth," Jake continued teasing her. Jody saw a vision of a naked Debbie underneath her, Jody's lips fastened to her nipple. She rolled over on top of Jake and, after he put on a condom, slid down onto his cock. She was on fire. "Tell me more," she said breathlessly as she began a slow rocking movement. ------- Chapter 8 It was the last week in August; school would start next week. Helen took Jake and his sisters school shopping. Jake picked out the kind of nice clothes he wished his former family could have afforded for his first trip through high school. The girls excitedly picked tasteful outfits that fit their new self-images. They asked his opinion and seemed to want his advice. Of course, they also checked with Helen on each item and got her okay. He hated shopping but he enjoyed the fashion show his sisters put on. At one point his sisters talked their mom into trying on the same outfit they were both getting. All three came out of the dressing room in denim miniskirts and tight tops. Helen was already showing the results of her workouts. She looked more like an older sister than a mom. Jake whistled his appreciation and they fled back to the dressing rooms, laughing gaily. Helen bought the miniskirt for herself. Jake's new exercise regimen included Helen's sessions after Debbie's. He saved his upper body workout until he was with Helen; this meant that he could work out for a full hour and get to spend more time on each muscle group. Helen exercised with single-minded determination and really pushed herself. In two weeks, results were starting to show; she had lost five pounds and most of her tummy. She was thrilled. She was also happy that Charles had agreed to walk with her and nearly every evening they strolled off, hand in hand. Helen adopted the sundress uniform around the house and wore her hair down now. She looked vibrant and youthful. And Jake noticed that his father looked a lot happier. In the morning, a vibrant Helen, wearing a sexy little sundress, would kiss Charles soundly and he would leave for work dazed and smiling. Jake spent Wednesday with Sara, Cindy, and Christopher at the beach. They had a great time, Sara made sure that Jake and Cindy had plenty of time by themselves. Cindy had on a demure one-piece but it couldn't hide the beauty of her budding young body. Sara had on a modest but over-taxed two-piece that strained to hold her big breasts. Jake and Cindy were lying side by side on their blanket watching Sara and little Chris. Cindy leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Do you like playing with Sara's big boobs?" Jake looked at her, startled, "Why would you ask me that?" "I know you and Sara are lovers and I'm glad. I love you and I love it when you touch me but I'm not ready to go all the way yet; so I'm happy that someone else I love is taking care of you. Besides, I saw them when she was putting on her bathing suit -- they look yummy. What do they feel like?" Jake swatted her on the ass and said, "Why don't you find out for yourself?" Cindy yelped and surprised him by saying, "Maybe I will; after all, I go to a Catholic girls' school and the only way we know anything about sex is from each other." When they got back to Sara's, a tuckered-out Christopher went down for a nap. Jake had been thinking about what Cindy had said and decided to call her bluff. While she was in the bathroom, Jake pulled Sara aside and told her about his conversation with Cindy. At first Sara was alarmed that Cindy knew about Jake and herself but settled down when she realized Cindy was cool with it. Jake told her his scheme; with an excited grin, Sara agreed to it and headed to her bedroom. When Cindy came out of the bathroom, Sara called her into the bedroom. As soon as Cindy was in the room, Sara handed her a bottle of aloe and said, "Can you put some of this on my back so I don't burn?" "Sure," said Cindy. Sara stripped off her top and lay down on the bed. Cindy started rubbing in the lotion, she looked up and saw Jake standing in the doorway. She stuck out her tongue at him. "Roll over," Cindy told Sara. Sara rolled unto her back and Cindy rubbed lotion on her neck, shoulders, and arms. Then she smoothed the aloe onto the upper slopes of Sara's breasts. Sara made a small noise as Cindy slid her hands downward before circling her breasts and capturing her nipples. Cindy slowly kneaded Sara's tits for a minute or two then abruptly stopped. "That should keep you from burning too badly. By the way, you have lovely breasts," said Cindy as she capped the bottle, dropped it on the bed, and left the room. Cindy joined Jake in the living room. Smiling smugly, she sat in his lap and kissed him. A blushing Sara joined them in a few minutes and they chatted until Christopher woke up from his nap. Sara drove to the Sorensons' house and Jake walked Cindy to the door. Cindy gave him a hug and told him to ask Sara how she enjoyed the lotion. Sara drove Jake home. Jake went to his room, took a shower, and beat his hard-on into soft oblivion. This was the week the women in his life seem to have decided to torment him. And the women in his house appeared to have coordinated their tormenting. Wednesday night at about ten, Angie came to his room to show him her new camisole and tap pants. The outfit was a dark blue that matched her eyes. The teens ended up on the bed. The camisole was up around her neck and her entire breast was in Jake's mouth. She dry humped him until she came. For the second time that day Jake had to take matters into his own hands. Thursday morning Jake was working out with Helen when they heard a large truck pull up outside. They exited the garage and found a large bucket loader on a trailer behind a dump truck. After gawking at the sweaty but gorgeous Helen for a second, the driver said he was there to start excavating for the pool. Helen and Jake walked him around the house where the pool had been staked out. He went back around and began to unload the earthmover. Helen and Jake finished their workout. Her thank-you kiss was hot and demanding. For the first time it seemed she was kissing him for her benefit instead of his. She had him hard in a second and, to his astonishment, she ground against him and moaned into his mouth. She finally broke the kiss and dashed into the house. Jake waited until the lump in his pants went down and followed her in. His sisters were excited about the pool and called their dad to tell him about it. Jake showered and put on some jeans and a shirt. He sat at the table shoveling down a huge bowl of raisin bran; Helen and his sisters were sitting with him, picking at toast and grapefruit. "Can someone give me a ride to the warehouse? I want to see Rafe." Angie said she would. After breakfast, Jake kissed Helen and Debbie while Angie grabbed the keys to the Falcon. Jake made a mental note to talk to his dad about upgrading the girls' wheels. He would be getting his license in fewer than five months and the Falcon was distressingly plain. They headed for the TFA warehouse talking about the pool. Angie's sundress had ridden up and Jake was marveling at how long her legs were. She caught him looking and pulled it up till he could almost see her panties. "Like what you see, big boy?" she vamped. "God, yes," he replied. "It will be a lucky guy who gets them wrapped around him." She grabbed his hand and put it on her thigh. "I have decided that the first guy they wrap around will be you," she said solemnly. Jake stared at her for a second then slid his hand up and cupped her mound, "When the time is right, I would be honored." She gave him a million-watt smile and spread her legs for him. He played with her all the way to the store, keeping her close to the edge but not taking her over. When they pulled up to the warehouse no one was in sight, so he slipped his finger under the leg band of her panties and slid it into her steaming virgin slit. He used his thumb on her clit and she came explosively. Jake kissed her on the cheek, jumped from the car, straightened his hard-on, and strode toward the warehouse. It took Angie a few minutes to recover before she drove home, smiling blissfully. Jake ran into Rafe at the loading dock door. Rafe was walking out with an attractive and petite black woman. Rafe shook Jake's hand and introduced Jake to his wife Janet. The Robinsons were on their way to lunch; Jake was invited to join them. They all went to the diner that Rafe and Jake frequented. "Remind me to dress better next time I dine with executives," Jake joked, referring to Rafe's white shirt and tie. Rafe laughed, "I still can't get used to dressing this way; but Jan insists and your dad sure approves." "So how is it going?" asked Jake. "Are you able to keep up with the volume moving in and out of the warehouse?" "Mostly, but inventory control is a nightmare. Jan's an accountant and came down this morning to see if we could come up with a better system," replied Rafe. Jake turned to Jan, "Did you come up with anything?" Jan said, "I think so, although it will take some effort to put it in place". "Tell me about it," said Jake. Jan went over her idea of using punched tabulating machine cards to keep up with the store's inventory. Cards could be made for each received item. The card would be affixed to the furniture or appliance while it was in the warehouse. The cards would be removed prior to delivery. The cards would be run through the tabulating machine and a print-out of what had left the warehouse could be prepared weekly to assist in reordering. Jake liked the idea; it would track inventory and tell them which products moved fastest. Jake asked how long it would take someone to put the system in place. Jan told him about two weeks. Jake went back to the warehouse with them and asked how long Jan was staying that afternoon. Rafe told him she was helping him set up a filing system and would be there all day. She only worked part-time. Jake caught a ride with a delivery truck to the store. He went to his dad's office and was surprised to see that he had a new secretary. He introduced himself to her and asked if his dad could see him. Her name was Gail Martin and she buzzed his dad. Charles told her to show Jake in. Charles was pleased to see Jake at the store; they shook hands and both sat down. After chatting about how well business was doing and Jake told his dad about his conversation with the Robinsons. Charles agreed a new system sounded good and also agreed they should hire Janet Robinson to start and run it. Charles called the warehouse and asked Rafe and Jan to come to the store. By four that afternoon Jan was the new inventory and sales data manager. After the Robinsons left, Jake headed for the door. Hand on the knob, he turned back to his father. "I think I better ask Miss Martin to go out with me before Mom gets suspicious of you two," Jake said with a straight face. Charles looked startled then, laughing, said, "Get out of here." Jake went to the outer office and struck up a conversation with Gail. In three minutes he had her giggling and blushing, in five he had her phone number and a promise for a date some time in the future. He hung around the store till five and caught a ride home with his dad. Charles wasn't surprised when Jake said Miss Martin had agreed to a date. That night it was Helen who knocked on his bedroom door. She was wearing a silk dressing gown that reached almost to the floor. Jake was reading at his desk, so she sat on the edge of the bed. Helen asked him about the new inventory ideas and jokingly thanked him for getting between Charles and Miss Martin. Then she stood up and started untying the sash on her robe. "You forgot to check my progress this morning because of the pool guys," Helen said. She dropped her robe and stood straight and proud. She was wearing a white lacy bra and panty set; the bra plunged in the center and showed lots of cleavage, the panties were high cut and fit perfectly. Jake got up from his desk and walked around her appraisingly. She was firming up nicely, her tummy was flat and her waist more nipped-in. Her ass seemed to ride higher and rounder than before and her arms were more defined. At this rate she would catch up with Debbie in a few months. Jake stepped closer and ran his fingertips across her stomach then around to her ass. Helen shivered at his touch and goose bumps sprang up on her arms. Jake walked behind her and slipped his arms around her; Helen put her hands on his and leaned her head back against his chest. He bent his head down to nibble her neck and she moved his hand up to her breasts. Then she unfastened the front clasp of her bra. His hands covered her mounds. "Do you think they are firmer?" She whispered. "Yes", he whispered back. His fingers circled her nipples and she moaned. She spun around and sought his lips hungrily. He pushed her back onto the bed and fastened his lips to her hard rubbery nipple. Helen grabbed his hair and pulled his face against her breast whimpering softly. Jake had just gotten his hand on her front of her panties when she pushed his head from her breast and sat up. Panting for breath she said, "You are too good, Jacob; no wonder your sister wants to go on the pill. But we have to stop now. I've got to go." She put on her bra and belted her robe. Fluffing her hair she gave him a seductive smile and kissed him. After Helen departed Jake pulled off his clothes, dropped on the bed, and grabbed his hickory dick. Friday morning a crew was working in the pool when Jake and Angie returned from their run. It was their last run before school started so they had done ten miles. Huffing and puffing they fell into the grass in the front yard. They stretched and then just lay there talking. "What are we going to do when school starts?" she asked. "I was thinking about running on the beach at night. But I don't know how much energy I'll have after football practice. We may have to take a break for a couple of weeks," Jake replied. "Alone at the beach with you, us both hot and sweaty -- sounds good to me," she quipped. Jake laughed with her. "Is Mom getting you on the pill?" "As soon as I start my period," she answered. "What about Debs?" he asked. "She started taking them last year to regulate her period. By the way, she's not a virgin and she wants you first, before me." Jake was surprised that Debbie had already had sex with someone and quizzed Angie about it. She told him that Chip had gotten her cherry after a drunken beach party and it had been a pretty rotten experience for Debbie. Jake decided that Chip Thornton was going to wear an ass-whipping in the near future. Jake asked if they had shared all this with their mom; Angie said yes. Jake also asked how each felt about him being with the other sister. Angie replied that they had always shared their possessions and they figured that he appeared more than able to take care of both of them. Besides, she reasoned, they would probably meet other guys and fall in love so it wasn't like they were getting into a committed relationship. Jake nodded his understanding and told her that he was going to love having those long, strong legs draped over his shoulders while he chewed on her little titties. She shivered and told him that if she were on the pill she'd fuck his brains out right there in the front yard. Later that morning they shopped for picnic supplies for the 'Turner Furniture Annual Labor Day Weekend Sale'. Based on the results of their grand opening they would be cooking a lot of hotdogs. Charles had leaned on his vendors for expedited deliveries and the warehouse was stocked to the rafters. The sales staff had been doubled and new displays and decorated rooms were prepared. Charles had hired two interior designers to consult with customers and Jack Sorenson was sending his credit crew over. Cindy, Jody, and Sara had volunteered to help make hotdogs and pass out sodas. Each was taking a different day. A new series of television ads featuring an even more glamorous Helen had run all week -- but Charles still fretted that he had gone overboard. "Another country heard from," thought Jake as his bedroom door opened and Debbie walked in. It was only 10:30 Friday night but everyone had turned in early in anticipation of the big day tomorrow. Debbie closed the door and locked it. "Sorry I didn't knock; I didn't want to wake anyone up," she whispered. She was dressed in a robe similar to the one Helen had worn the previous night. Jake walked over to her and enfolded her in his arms. She put her arms around his neck and her mouth next to his ear. "I feel really good about the progress I made this week," she said. "I'll need to check for myself," Jake said softly as he pulled the satin tie at her waist. Debbie stepped back and shrugged her shoulders; the robe slid off her body. To his astonishment, she was completely nude under the robe. She posed for him and slowly turned around. "You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen," Jake said. "Sara and Mom have bigger breasts; and Angie has better legs," she said. "You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen," he repeated, "You are the total package." She smiled happily, "I want to see you naked, too." Jake took off his pajama bottoms and tee-shirt; his erection pulsed against his stomach. Debbie stared at him in rapt fascination, "Now we're even because you have the most beautiful body I've ever seen." She reached out her hand and lightly touched his steel-hard dick. "Even your penis is beautiful and it's so big. I want you to teach me how to make a boy feel good." Jake disengaged her hand from his prick, "I will, as soon as I show you what makes a girl feel good." "I already know that," she protested. He led her to the bed and she scooted into the center. "Do you now?" he replied as his lips descended on hers. Jake kissed and licked every square inch of her skin with the exception of her pussy. Then he flipped her over and started on her back. He licked her from head to toe, even burrowing his tongue between the cheeks of her ass. Debbie had her face pressed into his pillow to muffle her moans. When he flipped her onto her back she kept the pillow over her face. Jake licked her pussy from top to bottom then stuck his tongue into her slit. She was soaking wet and her pussy smelled and tasted sweet and fresh. Debbie gasped into the pillow and her hips hunched up. Jake put her legs over his shoulder and reached over her thighs to spread her pussy open. He pulled the hood of her clit back and licked her little nubbin. Jake felt her stomach muscles quiver. "Oh Jake, don't stop," she hissed. Jake, of course, had no intention of stopping. He began to flick his tongue lightly on the very tip of her clit then slowly increased the pressure. Her hips started gyrating and it was all he could do to keep his mouth on her. When he sucked her little bud between his lips, she climaxed. Her muscular thighs clamped around his head like a vise; she shook and humped her hips into his face so hard he felt his lips bruise. "OHHh, OOOHHHHH, YES, JAKEY, YES!" Even with the pillow over her face, she was loud. Jake was glad his parents were at the other end of the house. He was sure Angie could hear her sister from across the hall. She was in the throes of her orgasm for almost a minute, then her hips fell back on the bed and she relaxed. Jake moved up her body and kissed her; she wrinkled her nose at the smell of her juices but he was insistent and she was soon returning his kisses passionately. "Lick my face and see how good you taste," he said. She hesitated a second, then took a tentative swipe. Her expression changed to one of delight, "I do taste good. This is so deliciously nasty." She started lapping his face like a kitten. He guided her hand to her pussy, got her fingers wet, then brought them up to her mouth. She sucked them clean and smiled up at Jake. "Please do it again Jake," she pleaded. Jake happily complied. This time he introduced a finger into her and massaged her g-spot and she went off again. When he tried to move back up her body she grabbed his hair and held his face to her dripping pussy. "More, Jake; please do it more," she whined. He obliged her - four more times. Finally sated, Debbie's legs dropped and she fell back limply. Her thighs, Jake's face, and the bed were soaked with her copious juices. Jake moved up next to her and took her in his arms. She smiled at him contentedly, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in less than a minute. Jake marveled at the sexual dynamo that was sleeping peacefully in his arms. She went at love making like everything else she did, no holds barred and full force. She was the most passionately aggressive woman he had ever met. Fucking her was going to be a challenge. Jake woke up and looked at his clock; it was 5:30 in the morning. He was lying on his back and Debbie had an arm and leg thrown over him possessively. He woke her up and sent her grumbling back to her room. Jake was sitting at the table with a giant bowl of 'Special K' when Angie came into the kitchen. She gave him a wicked grin and sat down. "I didn't sleep very good last night; I kept hearing strange noises," she said. "I slept like a baby; sometimes when you're on edge every little sound bothers you," he retorted. Just then, a beaming Debbie walked in. She kissed her mom and dad on the cheek and went to the refrigerator. "Boy, I feel great this morning; but I'm hungry as all get out," Debbie said. "Must be all that exercise," Angie deadpanned. Charles drove to the store early to check on the preparations for the sale. An hour later Helen and Angie headed to the store for some last minute picnic items. Debbie said she'd drive Jake over to start cooking at ten o'clock. As soon as Helen's Mustang cleared the driveway, Debbie was in Jake's arms. "Are you okay?" Jake asked. "My stomach muscles feel like I did a million crunches yesterday, but the rest of me feels great. When can I get my next lesson on what makes a woman feel good?" she asked. "Last night you claimed you already knew," he pointed out. "That was last night when I was still a girl; now I'm one of your women," she said. "You are not my woman yet," Jake said. He wormed his finger into her panties and then her damp slit. "You will be when I take this." He pulled his finger out of her pussy and moved it to her lips "and this"; she captured his finger and sucked it. When his finger was wet from her mouth, he slipped it back between her legs and between her muscular buttocks -- "and finally this" as he prodded her little rosebud. Debbie went wide-eyed and had a small climax. "They are all three yours, Jake," she said. "Name the time and place and they will be waiting for you." Jake asked Debbie if she wanted to shower with him. She jumped at the chance. Debbie was disappointed that all they did was wash and fondle each other. Jake explained that he wanted her stomach to stop hurting and the mood to be right when he took her. She grudgingly conceded that it was best that way. They dressed and made it to the store five minutes early. The parking lot was crowded when they pulled up. Debbie maneuvered around the building to the employee lot where she and Jake relieved the two delivery drivers manning the grill. Cindy showed up at 11:00 so Debbie went inside to help. Gail Martin wandered over for lunch and Jake introduced Cindy. Gail watched the young couple; it was clear that Cindy was smitten with Jake. For his part, Jake was affectionate and attentive towards Cindy. The shoppers came steadily all that day. Having had all the fun they could stand, the Turners departed at 7:00 that night. Debbie and Jake took Cindy home first. Sunday the store opened at 1:00 in the afternoon. After 11:00 Mass, the family manned their stations. Jody showed up at opening time; she and Jake had a great time making and passing out the free picnic spread. Gail Martin was surprised to see Jake with the petite girl in the Stetson tee-shirt. She was obviously more than a casual acquaintance by the way she flirted and rubbed against him. Jake introduced Jody and Gail and hid a smirk as they openly appraised each other. Sunday's volume was lighter but still substantial. The store closed at six that night and everyone headed home. Jody took Jake home in her VW and hung out with him and his sisters till eight. Jody flirted as much with Debbie as she did with Jake. When Jody was ready to leave, both Jake and Debbie walked her to her car. Jake gave her a searing kiss and, at a nod from her brother, so did Debbie. A bewildered and horny Jody drove away. Labor Day was huge. The store was swamped from open to close. Jake's helper on Monday was Sara. The two of them must have passed out five hundred hotdogs. Gail Martin was taken aback by the obviously older Sara's attention to Jake. Sara made no bones about why she was there. She was the center of a number of men's attention but only had eyes for Jake. Jake introduced Sara and Gail and left them to chat while he got more buns. "So, are you becoming a member of Jake's fan club?" Sara asked. "I don't think there is enough of him left for me," replied Gail. Sara laughed and said, "You haven't even met them all, but rest assured there is enough of him to go around." Sara drove Jake home the long way that night but had to settle for a quick but semi-satisfying zipless fuck. After all, tomorrow was a school day. ------- Chapter 9 The first day of school found Jake at new student orientation. He was one of about 300 incoming tenth graders. About fifteen lines were formed behind desks displaying one or more letters of the alphabet. Jake was slowly moving to the front of the T-U-V line. A few of his prospective classmates made eye contact and Jake gave them a little wave. He would have to make sure his sisters got the word out about his amnesia. He was not looking forward to explaining his memory loss to however many friends and acquaintances he might run into. Jake finally made it to the front of the line and picked up his class schedule and a map. Next, he made his way to the football sign-up table. For positions desired, he listed tight end and line backer. He went to each of his abbreviated classes and picked up his books. He could live with his class load. He was not in advanced placement classes but he was not in anything remedial either. He figured he would let his schoolwork decide his place for him. At a quarter past two, he hoofed it over to the gym for the first football meeting. The three coaches passed out practice schedules and equipment requirements. The head coach, Brian Nelson, explained that their first game was in two weeks so tryouts and practices would be long and brutal. Cuts would be made daily and the final tryout would be Saturday. The roster of players who made the team would be posted next Monday morning. Everyone had four days to prove themselves. The John F. Kennedy High School Panthers were not a football powerhouse but had won five games the year before and had a large contingent of retuning starters for this year. Their first game would be on Friday night, seventeen days from now. Brian Nelson was a former Marine and University of Florida football player. Coach Nelson was big, fit, and a no-nonsense leader. He believed that character was as important as skill. He was Jake's kind of guy. Nelson was starting his third year at Kennedy where he also served as the men's physical education teacher. He was well respected by the students and faculty and, being single, was considered the faculty hunk. The improvement in the football program during his short tenure had expectations high for the coming season. Jake liked him immediately. Angie was waiting for him after practice. Jake was casually talking to a couple of his fellow hopefuls when she called him. He excused himself and headed towards the Falcon. Angie looked good and Jake was not the only one who noticed. He received some good-natured ribbing tinged with envy. Angie gave him a dazzling smile and a hug. He heard a few groans behind him as he jumped into the car and headed out. Angie blushed when Jake told her how good she looked and how his teammate had verified his opinion. Wednesday was the first full day of school. Jake thought he was going to enjoy most of his classes. For the most part his teachers seemed conscientious and capable. His English teacher especially struck him as noteworthy. She was in her early thirties and, although probably attractive, her conservative dress and hairstyle made her appear stern and severe. Nevertheless, she was passionate about her subject and to Jake her passion was infectious. Her name was Mrs. Greer. Jake resolved to get to know her better. Football practice was all that Coach Nelson promised. After warming up, the players were divided into backs and linemen. The first order of business was wind sprints. Ten players at a time were lined up on the 40-yard line. A coach in the end zone blew a whistle and the group sprinted towards him. He took the name of the winner of each sprint then the players did a lap and rejoined the group at midfield. Groups of ten were mixed after each sprint and they did it again. Jake was mildly surprised that he was the fastest of the linemen. He knew he could run for distance but he did not know he could run for speed. After all, his only competition had been Angie and he could barely keep ahead of her. She was going to be a very pleasant surprise for the track coach. After wind sprints had everyone huffing and puffing, conditioning drills began. Coach Nelson's military background became apparent from the exercises he used. Eight count pushups, mountain climbers, bent leg sit-ups, and the rest of the daily dozen were gone through until five or six guys just quit. Finally satisfied that anyone who was going to quit already had, coach divided the team into offense and defense. Agility drills were the next order of business; the assistant coaches were making notes on clipboards and constantly asking players their names while writing furiously. They stopped asking Jake his name after a couple of times and began calling on him to repeat some of the drills. The torture continued for another hour then they were assembled on the quarter-mile track that surrounded the field. Cloth numbers were handed out and the coaching staff plus some students each took five players and wrote down their numbers. It was similar to the procedure used for the run portion of the military physical fitness test. Coach explained that the players should set a pace that would allow them to run as far as they could. They had to make sure the person who had their number recorded each lap they completed. When they could run no further they would take a seat in the bleachers until everyone finished. When everyone was set, a whistle blew and they were off. Jake set a nice moderate pace for himself that put him in the middle of the pack. Some of the more fit guys took off like jack rabbits but Jake was in it for the long haul. After a half-mile, the fast starters were falling back into the pack and runners started dropping out at the fourth lap. By the two-mile mark, the group had shrunk by half and Jake and a familiar looking black kid were out front. The two ran silently, matching each other stride for stride. After four miles only a handful of runners were left and coach blew his whistle. The black guy looked at Jake, grinned, and then took of sprinting. Jake tore out after him. They finished the lap with Jake two steps behind and fell into the grass beside the track. Gasping for breath Jake held out his hand: "Jake Turner." He introduced himself. The other runner shook the offered hand, "Ray..." he started. "Robinson?" Jake finished for him. The coached walked by and told them good job as they joined the team in the bleachers. Coach had a meeting with his lap counters and moved in front of the assembled players. "If I call your name please report to Coach Davis." He said, pointing to one of his assistants. The people who did not finish two miles trudged to coach Davis to get the bad news. Coach Nelson told the players remaining they had done a good job and real practice would start tomorrow. He had effectively weed out a third of the hopefuls in one day. Jake was impressed by the coached organizational skills. He headed to the showers with Ray to fill in the curious young man in on how he knew his name. Debbie was waiting for Jake when he left the gym. She had changed into a short little sundress that showed off her buff body. She made an issue of calling for Jake by name and waving. All eyes were on him as he made his way to her car. She gave him a big hug and waved to the guys gaping at her. Once they were out of the parking lot she turned to her brother. "We girls have cooked up a little scheme to start your high school career off with a reputation," she said. After dinner and a description of his day, Jake did his homework with his sisters at the dining room table (a tradition instituted by their father when they were in grammar school). Then he hit the bed, dead tired. The following day Jake continued to familiarize himself with life as a student. He had gym for the first time but got to slide on most of the activities because of football practice. He did check out the gym and found some weight lifting equipment, a heavy punching bag, and a speed bag hidden away in a corner. His study hall was in the library and today he met the librarian for the first time. She was petite with short blonde hair. She was very prim and proper but Jake thought he saw a kindred spirit in her. Her nameplate said she was Miss Doane. He asked her about library procedures and she warmed to his interest in her domain. He saw a copy of Eric Segal's 'Love Story' on the desk. Pointing to the book he said, "If love is never saying you are sorry, why are we so often sorry we fell in love?" She gaped at him in astonishment as he walked away. She knew what he was talking about all too well. Football practice was grueling but productive that day. The remaining players were issued pads, helmets, and practice uniforms. After the obligatory conditioning exercises, the coach introduced them to the torture of grass drills. Grass drills involved running in place until the whistle blew as your signal to drop to the ground on your stomach. Coach would then yell a command or exercise for you to do until the whistle sounded for you to jump up and run in place again. Coach was endlessly creative in his cruelty. Things improved when they were broken down into offensive and defensive squads. Out came the blocking sleds and tackling dummies. For the first time they were playing football. Jake worked out with both squads but his heart was on the defense. Jake asked to try out for middle linebacker and, because there was not a returning starter in the position, he was given the okay. The current focus of high school football was on the ground game, so Coach Nelson played a six man defensive line with three line-backers and two safeties. The middle linebacker's job was to go after the ball; he had no opposing player to cover and no assigned area to patrol. On offense, Jake practiced full speed. He hustled on every play and did not shirk his turn no matter what they were doing. He ran pass routes and caught the ball fairly well; he was no Lance Allworth, but he did not drop many. He noticed coach looking at him quizzically and wondered what his problem was. The coach motioned him to the sidelines. Glancing at his clipboard, he put a football in Jake's right hand and said, "Turner, throw this to the quarterback." Jake sailed a tight spiral to Brad Simmons who stood about thirty yards away. Jake did not understand this drill; he was not a quarterback and did not want to be one. Coach handed him another ball and Jake started to throw it. "Throw it left-handed," the coach said. Jake shrugged, changed hands, and fired another spiral. "That's what's been driving me crazy", coach said "you're ambidextrous." Jake was flabbergasted. "Yea, I guess I am," he said That might explain some things, thought Jake; in his former life he was left handed, stupid young Jake must have been right handed. Jake would digest this tidbit later. He got a chance to talk with Ray Robinson and asked about his folks. Ray said that they were great and the family was buying a bigger house now that they had two incomes. Practice ended with eight laps. With a fixed distance announced Jake and Ray took off at a gallop; they lapped most of the others and Ray beat Jake to the finish line by a couple of strides. After showers, Jake walked out of the gym. He was amused that his ride today was Jody. She saw him as he walked to the car and got out. She was wearing a denim mini and a tight tee-shirt without a bra. She hurtled into his arms and stuck her tongue down his throat right in front of his teammates. At school Friday, Jake started to get his rhythm. He received back some of his homework assignments with positive comments. He took two quizzes he felt good about and answered some questions from Mrs. Greer about Shakespeare in a way that pleased her. At study hall, Miss Doane sought him out in the stacks, as he was looking at a book of sonnets for lit class. "What do you know about love to be so cynical?" She asked. "I'm not cynical." Jake replied. "I'm a romantic; it just seems to me that most of the time love can make you feel worse than it can make you feel good. You wonder why we continue to fall in love knowing that most of the time one or both people wind up miserable." 'That was very insightful Jacob; as a fellow romantic with a little more experience, I can tell you that the ups and downs of love give life meaning," she said. "Better to have loved and lost..." Jake said. She replied, "Exactly." The football team was about at its playing strength. Only seven more cuts were necessary to meet the 35-man roster limit. After thirty minutes of Coach Nelson's conditioning torture, the offense and defense squared off at the 50-yard line and started learning plays. Nelson would huddle the offense and go over the play; since most of the offense was composed of returning starters, they knew his system. The offense would walk through the play, then run it against the defense at half speed until they had it down. Jake was alternated at tight end and, to his surprise, split end. He was okay working with the offense at half speed but he wanted to be on defense for scrimmages. He asked coach about it and was told that when he learned the offense he could stay with the defense more. His ride that day pulled up in her candy Apple Red Mustang GT right as most of the team hit the exit. Helen stepped out of her car showing a lot of leg in her tennis outfit. Her new figure was apparent in the short skirt and tight top. Hair loose and flowing across one shoulder and eyes hidden behind large sunglasses, she looked half her age. Forty pairs of eyes were riveted on her including two of the assistant coaches. She waved at Jake and he started towards her. "Man don't you know any ugly women?" Ray asked. "Only you guys," Jake replied. Saturday's practice started early so Coach Nelson cranked up the conditioning to almost a full hour. Then it was onto the practice field for individual instruction. Lineman went with one assistant, linebackers and safeties went with another, and backs worked with Coach Nelson. The individual instruction was also an evaluation to try to come up with starters. Jake started with the offensive backs and receiver group running pass routes and showing his receiving skills. He was then moved over to the linemen to block one-on-one with a defensive player. Finally, he worked with the linebackers on fending off blocks and moving laterally along the line of scrimmage. The final hour of practice was a three-quarter speed run through plays called in the huddle by Brad. On offense, Jake held his own and made the plays expected of him. But on defense, he was everywhere; he had a nose for the ball and was in on nearly every play. The offense grumbled that he knew the plays from playing with them but they all knew that his strength and speed were what got him to the ball. Laps and showers were a welcomed break. The players were pumped up and laughed and joked about who was doing what (or who) that night. Soon enough Jake was hitting the exit wondering about his ride home. He questions were answered when he saw his team stopped dead in their tracks gaping at Sara leaning against the gleaming black Chevelle. There would be some sticky sheets in Palmdale tonight. She had on a red leather mini skirt and a matching vest held together with laces across her unfettered breasts. She had done her make-up trick and looked like the hottest eighteen-year old in town. Coach Nelson was at the door looking at what was causing such a commotion. "Is she here for you?" he asked Jake. "Yes sir." "Turner, you are my hero," laughed the coach. Sara waited until Jake was at the car then tossed him the keys and pulled his head down for a steamy kiss. Without even a glance at his teammates, he slid into the drivers seat, fired up engine, and pulled out of the lot. At three o'clock, Jake was sitting on Debbie's bed while she put away her laundry. "How did it feel kissing Jody?" he asked. "Am I admitting to being a lesbian if I say I liked it?" she asked in reply. "Nope. A lot of women are bisexual; I'm pretty sure Jody is. I think you are too, or at least curious about it. Its no big deal, as long as you don't start stalking every woman you see," he told her. "Then I'll admit that it turned me on. It scares me sometimes how aggressive I get when it comes to sex. I don't want to get a reputation but I am horny all the time. Thank god for you baby brother," she said. "How would you like to go out with me and Sara tonight and see what we can stir up?" Jake said. "What do you mean stir up?" Debbie asked. "Just follow my lead and you'll see," he said. Jake called Sara and asked if she wanted to go to the movies with him and Debbie. Sara agreed. Jake told her to wear a little dress and stockings and they would pick her up at six. At five after six, Jake walked Sara out to his dad's Olds 98. Debbie got out to let Sara sit in the middle, then slid in next to her. Jake took them to a pizza place and they made small talk as they ate. After dinner, Jake took them to the movies. Sara looked at Jake questioningly when he pulled into the drive in theater. "French Connection", he said, "I missed it at the regular theater". They parked near the back and Jake went for popcorn and sodas. When he returned he pulled the seat up and said let's sit in the backseat where it is more comfortable. They switched seats but kept Sara in the middle. When the lights dimmed Jake turned Sara towards him and kissed her; Sara struggled a little until Jake whispered in her ear. "Loosen up little slave girl, she knows about us. She wants to watch." Sara melted in his arms and glued her lips to his. He moved his hand up to cup her breast. Sara moaned into his mouth and shivered. "Wow, little brother, it sure looks like she knows how to kiss," Debbie said. Sara cringed in embarrassment but her cunt clinched at the same time. 'She's great," agreed Jake. Sara buried her face in his shoulder; she was getting extremely aroused by them talking about her as if she was not there. "Do you think she can show me how to kiss like that?' Debbie asked. "I'm sure she'd be happy too," said Jake. Jake turned Sara around by her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "'Anytime, anything' you said. I want this now". Sara was mortified as Jake pushed her towards Debbie. Debbie put her hand behind Sara's head and pulled her face in for a kiss. Sara gasped at the contact and both women were surprised at how good the other's lips felt. Sara parted her lips and Debbie pushed her tongue between them. Sara hardly protested when Debbie started feeling her breasts. True to her nature, Debbie was all over the softly yielding Sara. Debbie turned Sara back to Jake and Sara fell against him. Her lips to his ear Sara said, "Oh, Jacob, she is making me so hot." "I'm glad you are enjoying yourself but you have to reciprocate," he whispered back. Jake kissed her and unbuttoned her dress to the waist. Then he turned her back to Debbie. Sara moved against Debbie on her own volition and sought the younger girls lips. Debbie put her hand inside Sara's bra and pinched her nipple. Sara gasped and pushed her tit harder into Debbie's hand. Debbie took her hint and pinched harder. Jake watched in amazement as his sister mauled the willing Sara. Jake hopped over the seat, fired up the big Oldsmobile, and drove as fast as the law allowed to Sara's house; the women were still in the back seat almost oblivious to him. Jake opened the door with Sara's key; the women hastily rearranged their clothes, and scampered into the house. Jake shut and locked the door. By the time he got to the living room, Debbie had Sara on the couch in a lip lock. Jake took their hands, pulled them into the bedroom, and pushed them onto the bed. He got in beside Sara, opposite Debbie, and started removing Sara's dress. She broke contact with Debbie's lips just long enough to shrug out of her dress. In a flash, Jake had her bra and panties off. Debbie rolled on top of the now naked nurse and grabbed Sara's nipples again. She twisted and rolled the hard distended buds as Sara whimpered in bliss. Jake started pulling Debbie's clothes off the same way he had Sara's. He whispered for Debbie to put her finger in Sara's dripping snatch. Debbie trailed her hand down Sara's body and inserted a finger forcefully into her slit. Jake grabbed Sara's hands and held them to the bed above her head and Sara shot her hips into the air to capture more of Debbie's probing digit. Jake held up two fingers and Debbie slipped in another. Sara climaxed loudly but Debbie kept finger-fucking her through her orgasm. Jake held up two more fingers and Debbie nodded. She soon had all four fingers squishing into Sara's clasping wetness. Jake slipped out of bed but Sara's hands stayed above her he as if he still held them. He retrieved the baby oil from the bathroom and, reassuming his position, squirted it on Sara's glistening pussy lips and Debbie's hand. When Debbie looked at him questioningly, he held up his hand, fingers together and thumb tucked into his palm. Debbie's eyes widen in understanding and she quickly did as her brother instructed and looked up at him again. Jake twisted his hand back and forth slightly and moved it forward. Debbie gave him an evil grin, then bent to her task. Even though Debbie's hand was small, it took some effort to get it in Sara's tight channel. Sara helped all she could; her legs were splayed out as wide as she could get them. She had her knees bent and her feet flat on the mattress to give her leverage to push her pussy against Debbie's invading hand. Finally, it slid home and Debbie smiled triumphantly at Jake. Then Sara started to cum. It was amazing; her back arched and she bridged off the bed until only the back of her head and the soles of her feet were touching the mattress. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. Sara's hips humped up two or three times and then fell back to the bed. She drew a ragged breath and shivered. Debbie slowly withdrew her hand and she and Jake lay beside Sara, caressing her. While Sara recovered, Jake stripped off his clothes and lay down so Debbie was in the middle. Debbie was horny! She turned her head and fastened her lips to his like a leech; her tongue was licking all around the inside of his mouth. Jake rolled her onto her back and started stroking her tight young body. He cupped her breast and felt another hand join his. He looked across Debbie and saw that Sara was recovered and was nibbling on his sister's neck. As soon as his lips left Debbie's, Sara took his place. Debbie didn't want any more foreplay; she grabbed a handful of Sara's hair and tugged her head toward her snatch. Sara needed no other encouragement; she dropped her face into Debbie's steamy slit and started licking. Sara ate Debbie to two thunderous orgasms. She tried to do to Debbie all the wonderful things that Jake did to her. Jake had returned to kissing Debbie and playing with her tits. After her second orgasm, Jake pulled them apart and lay on his back. Sara quickly straddled his waist and sank onto his dick. Jake pulled Debbie up and sat her on his face facing Sara. The two women kissed and played with each other's boobs as they rode him like he was an amusement park carousel. He held out through as many of their orgasms as he could, then erupted into Sara's clasping pussy. They disentangled themselves and, sated, fell back on the bed. After a few minutes rest, the trio headed for the shower. Showering with two beautiful women was slippery fun for Jake. He washed each thoroughly and shampooed their hair. Sara and Debbie then lathered him up and scrubbed him clean. There was something about four breasts rubbing against his soapy body that made him think he'd be doing this again soon. Sara dropped to her knees to wash his legs and Debbie followed suit. They thoroughly washed his cock and balls and soon had him as hard as Superman's kneecap. Sara took his cock in her mouth and Debbie gently squeezed his balls. After a minute they switched places, Debbie was a little awkward but, with Sara's guidance, improved rapidly. Sensing he was close, Sara told Debbie to keep sucking as he came and to swallow his cum as fast as she could. Debbie nodded and just then, Jake blasted his load into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged but she swallowed rapidly and Sara only had to lick a little cum off her face. After toweling each other off, it was time to leave. Jake and Debbie kissed Sara goodbye and Debbie promised they would do this again. Jake was driving and Debbie was snuggled beside him. "I want Jody next, then I think a couple of my friends might be good candidates," Debbie said. Jake laughed and said, "Easy girl, we still have two of your holes to fill first, then we'll think about Jody. Anyone else is still down the road." Jake entered the kitchen Sunday morning relaxed and refreshed; Sara and Debbie had seen to that. He spent the morning before church chatting with the family and catching up on their lives. Angie announced she was signing up for track on Monday. She would try out for the 440, 4x 440 and one-mile track events and she was going to try out for the cross-country team. Every one was proud of her and wished her good luck. Charles said the store had already bested his sales projections for the quarter by 200% and there were still seven weeks left in the quarter. He added the warehouse had instituted Janet Robinson's inventory system and had just made their first large reorder using it. He loved the weekly printouts he received showing what was sold, what remained on hand, and what was on order. Helen was spending three days a week at the store working with the two designers that they had hired to put together furniture packages. On Tuesday, she was meeting with the developer of an eight story, 40-unit time-share to show him their ideas. If her proposal was accepted, the store would furnish and decorate all forty apartments. Jake spent a couple of hours with Cindy that afternoon. Tomorrow was her sixteenth birthday and she was going to take her driving test in the morning for her license. Tomorrow she would also officially be allowed to date. He congratulated her and asked her to go to his football game Friday and out on a date Saturday, she agreed and went to ask her parents. Her parents said yes, and said they would probably go to the game with Jake's folks. He left at four o'clock. Cindy gave him a hot goodbye kiss full of promise. At home, Jake asked Helen if she would do some shopping for him tomorrow and she agreed. He got the arched eyebrow treatment from her when he gave her the list, but said she should be able to find everything. Angie came to his room at eight that evening to tell him she had started her period that afternoon. Helen was taking her to the doctor Tuesday to get her on the pill. She gave him a kiss and said she missed spending time with him. At nine-thirty, Helen came in to tell him good night and told him the same thing. She said she was still following his exercise program but it was getting too easy. He said he would get with her Monday night and modify it. Next week was going to be busy, he thought, as sleep overtook him. ------- Chapter 10 Jake's second week of school did not start well. During English class, Mrs. Greer took several opportunities to put him down even when he was correct. Jake was irritated and sat through the remainder of the class in silence. Jake took his time leaving stopping at her desk when everyone else was gone. "What do you want Mr. Turner?" she asked curtly. "I want a conference with you tomorrow afternoon at 2:30," he answered bluntly. "For what reason, Mr. Turner?" "I'll tell you then, Mrs. Greer," he said tersely. He was feeling better by third period. The geometry pop quiz from Friday was returned and Jake scored 110%, including the bonus question. He aced his history quiz also. His teachers were beginning to take notice of him and he was called on more often. Chemistry was going to be his hardest subject; it was also the hardest the first time he was in high school. But he listened attentively and took lots of notes. At least Mr. McClelland was a good teacher and tried to help everyone keep up. It also helped that his lab partner, Scott Hughes, was a brainiac. He had rocket science written all over his nerdy self. Scott was leery of Jake. His status as a rich kid and football player did not bode well for their partnership. Jake broke the ice by quipping, "I won't call you bookworm if you don't call me dumb jock." Scott stuck out his hand, "It's a deal, at least until I find out how dumb a jock you are." Jake laughed and shook Scott's proffered hand. Since chemistry was right before lunch, the lab partners gravitated to the lunchroom together. Scott was surprised and secretly pleased when Jake sat down with him to eat. Scott had naturally figured Jake would sit with the elite or the jocks, not some lowly nerd. Then the most amazing thing happened as people started coming to their table to sit. First, a redheaded goddess sat down. Jake introduced her as his sister but Scott was so flustered he missed her name. Then came two football jocks, including a black guy, and then two cheerleaders. Jake introduced him to each as his buddy and lab partner. After introductions were made and everyone was eating, Jake turned to Scott. "So Bud, what do you know about computers?" Jake asked. It turns out quite a lot. Scott's father was a computer technician for NASA. After explaining the difference between main frames and mini main frames Scott thought he would lose his audience but Jake listened assiduously and so did his sister. The lunch bell rang and everyone got up to go to his or her next class. Jake clapped Scott on the back and told him he would see him later. Everyone else, including Angie, shook hands with him. Study hall was the last period of the day and Jake carried his gym bag with him so he could go straight to practice without going back to his locker. He gave Miss Doane a big smile and chatted with her for a few minutes then went looking for a book on computers. Rebecca Doane felt a warm flush on her neck as she talked to the self-assured young man. He certainly was handsome; too bad he was not older, she thought. Finally, the dismissal bell rang; Jake grabbed his bag and headed for the door. He stopped by the librarian's desk and told Miss Doane he thought she looked great today and he loved the skirt and blouse she wore. Rebecca blushed and thanked him; she had dressed with care that day for some reason and was flattered he had noticed. As soon as he hit the gym, he sought out Coach Nelson. "Got a second, Coach?" he asked. "Sure, Turner; what's up?" "I had a little run in with Mrs. Greer today. What's her problem?" Coach replied, "Victoria Greer is a shrew, pure and simple. She is married to Bill Greer, the superintendent of schools. They were married ten years ago when he was principal here and she was just out of college. He is a bible-thumper and an ambitious weasel, but he is an excellent administrator. I don't know if she has always been so cold and heartless but in the three years I've been here, she has treated me like I was shit on her shoe. I try to avoid her and I suggest you do the same. She could bring your football playing to a halt." "To late for that, I'm afraid. I have a meeting with her tomorrow at 2:30, I'll be late for practice but I need to get her off my back," Jake said. "Well, I don't know what I can do; but let me know if I can help," Nelson said. Jake thanked the coach for his time and advice and went to suit up. Practice this week would be preparation for the upcoming game with Orange Port, an inter-county rival. Orange Port, like JFK, was a program on the rise. Last year they won seven games, including a 35 - 10 drubbing of Kennedy. They had lost a lot of players to graduation from their offense but returned most of their defensive starters. Coach Nelson and his assistants worked the JFK team hard. No one wanted a repeat of last year's humiliation. Jake was waiting outside wondering who his ride would be today. Debbie had been mysterious about it when she told him she would arrange to get him home. Just as he was thinking he might have to mooch a ride home, a silver Corvette pulled up and a very pretty girl stepped out. She looked at the gawking players, spotted Jake, and broke into a radiant smile. "Come on, Jake honey, I'm in a hurry," she said. Jake walked to the vet and, after getting a thorough kissing, slid into the seat. The girl slammed the car in gear and roared away from the gym. Out on the highway she extended her hand to Jake. "Hi, Jake. I'm Melissa Thornton, a friend of Debbie and Angie. Debbie asked if I'd pick you up today. I agreed and thought it would be fun when she told me what I had to do. As soon as I tell the rest of the girls how good you kiss they will be fighting to pick you up." Melissa was a sea change from her brother Chip; instead of having his superior attitude, she was vivacious and bubbly. They hit it off immediately and were soon laughing and joking around like old friends. Jake asked her if it was going to be as bad for her rep as it was good for his for them to be seen together. She laughed and told him that he had caught the attention of a number of her classmates already and word was out that he was hot stuff. "Then I suppose it would be okay if I asked you for a date sometime," Jake said. "I'd be offended if you didn't," she replied. At home, Jake found Debbie and asked her about his traveling arrangements. Debbie laughed and told him that she had asked her Varsity Cheerleader teammates for their help and everyone not going steady had volunteered. They thought it would be great sport when she told them that they needed to act like they were hot for him in front of the team. Jake thanked her for her help, mentioned that he thought Melissa was great, and not at all like her brother. Debbie laughed ruefully and agreed. She told Jake that Melissa had introduced them and at first Chip had been as sweet and charming as his sister. She also told Jake that Melissa was really upset when she found out how her brother had treated Debbie. That was one reason she had volunteered to be the first to pick him up. Helen gave Jake the items he had asked her to pick up for him. The birthday gift for Cindy was elegantly wrapped and the other items were exactly what he wanted. Since no one else was around, he pulled Helen to him and kissed her. Her lips parted and their tongues dueled for a minute. They were both panting when he broke the kiss. "Cindy will love these. Do you want me to wrap the other gift?" Helen asked. "No, only the necklace is for Cindy. Thanks, Mom, you are the greatest," Jake said, as he bound up the stairs. Jake put on a nice shirt and pair of pants and called Cindy's house. Teresa Sorenson answered the phone and said yes when Jake asked if he could bring Cindy's gift over. Jake rode his bike over to the Sorensons' house. Cindy met him at the door; they were sitting on the porch swing when he produced her gift. She tore off the wrapping paper and opened the long slender velveteen box. Cindy gasped at the gold and ruby cross on the thick gold rope chain. She swept up her hair and Jake fastened the chain around her neck. "Jake, it is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'll never take it off," she gushed. Jake laughed and said, "I'm glad you like it. Look at the back of the cross." Cindy fingered the cross and turned it over. The back was engraved C-I-N-D-Y down the long section and J-A K-E across the arm of the cross. "Now I know I'll always be near your heart," he said. She threw her arms around him and kissed his face all over, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I love you Jake," Cindy said. "I love you too, Angel, and I'll smile thinking of me between your beautiful breasts," he whispered into her ear. "I'm going to love having you see me wearing nothing but this," she whispered back. Then she ran into the house to show her parents. On Tuesday, Rebecca Doane returned from lunch and opened her bottom desk drawer to put away her purse. She was dumbfounded to see a single yellow rose lying on top of a leather bound book. She pulled out the book; it was a beautiful early twentieth century edition of Shakespeare's sonnets. She opened the cover and on the fly leaf was written: Gossamer filaments finer than silk, Bind kindred spirits to their ilk. JET 9/9/71 She put her hand on the inscription and sat back stunned. At study hall she followed Jake back into the reference stacks. "Jacob, I found the book and rose they are beautiful, thank you, but I can't take them. I'm a teacher and you are a student; it isn't proper." She said. "A student didn't give them to a teacher, I gave them to you to thank you for talking to me. You are the first person I've found who doesn't think romance is old fashioned or dead." She stared at his sincere expression a few seconds and gave him a beautiful smile. "In that case, thank you, Jacob; they are wonderful and so are you," she said. Rebecca looked around to see if they were alone then stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Jake felt good when he left study hall but his mood darkened as neared Mrs. Greer's room. He walked in and found her sitting at her desk, a combative frown on her face. "Get on with it Mr. Turner, I don't have all day," she said. "I do have all day", said Jake, "and we are going to stay here until we work this out." "Work out what, Mr. Turner? You are just a moderately bright, arrogant jock but you'll get your passing grades and stay on the team if that's what's bothering you." "I know I'll get better than passing grades and thanks for acknowledging I have some brains. But that's not the problem, your attitude is. From now on, I want you to treat me with the same respect that I show you. I'm not arrogant and I treat everyone with respect until they stop deserving it. You are close to not deserving it. Your position as a teacher might entitle you to respect but your conduct as a person doesn't." Victoria Greer was speechless; no one had ever talked to her like this. "Get out you little..." she started to sputter. Jake held up his hand and with a sharp look said, "There you go again. Lets start over. I can see that you are unhappy and you bring it to work with you; you don't get it here. I have an idea -- why don't we make school a place where you are happy? Treating everyone, especially me, with respect will get the students on your side and make it easier for you to find some happiness. Does that make sense?" "Who was this strange young man?" she wondered. He had cut right to the heart of her problem and made her feel like it was the most natural thing in the world to do as he said. She was suddenly ashamed of the way she had acted. She dropped her eyes and nodded her head affirmatively. "Good, that wasn't so hard was it?" Jake asked. Another nod. Jake continued, "I think we are going to become good friends. You are going to find out I'm a good student and I am highly motivated. I know you are an excellent teacher and inside your hard shell is a person I want to know. What do you think?" She met his steady gaze and something inside her lurched. She could only nod once more. Jake laughed, "Say 'Yes, Jacob'." Still fixed in his gaze she whispered, "Yes, Jacob." "Good. Its settled then. I don't expect you to change you teaching style, don't put up with any crap, just not so mean, okay? Jake asked. "Yes, Jacob." "See you tomorrow Mrs. Greer and, by the way, I think you looked very nice in the blouse and skirt you wore the first day of school; frilly things bring out your femininity." "Thank you, Jacob," she said, and for the first time he saw her smile. He walked out of the classroom and exhaled. That was too easy he thought. During football practice, the team watched the game film from last year's fiasco. It was apparent the game could have even more lopsided if the Orange Port coach had not substituted liberally the second half. The returning players cringed. Jake watched intently and asked the coach to back the film up several times to check something he thought he saw. The coaching staff also pointed out some strengths and weaknesses of both teams. They went out onto the field and practiced again as if they were both teams. After practice, Jake saw that he was not the only one wondering who his ride was today as most of the team was loitering around the door. They did not have long to wait as a brand new Fiat Spyder Convertible zoomed into the lot and parked twenty feet in front of the gawking players. Jake almost fainted as Cindy exited the hot little sports car. She looked like a pedophile's wet dream. Her school uniform skirt had been shortened until it was four inches above her knees. The top two buttons were undone on her shirt and she wore a pushup bra that gave her a lot of cleavage; the ruby cross rested on the upper slopes of her pushed-up milky white breasts. Her hair was in two pigtails that hung over her shoulders and she wore bobby sox and saddle shoes. Jake started walking towards her. He had only taken a couple of steps when she launched herself at him; wrapping her arms around his neck and her shapely legs around his waist, she mashed her lips to his. "Oh, Jake", she said, "All I could think about all day was how wonderful you were last night." He walked to the car with Cindy still wrapped around him and opened the passenger door. Cindy gracefully slid off him and into the seat. He walked to the driver's side and his teammates started applauding. He gave a small bow, got in, and drove out of the lot. When they were out on the highway they both started laughing hysterically. When he could finally catch his breath, Jake looked at her. "What in the world was that?" he asked. "Debbie called me last night and told me about your car pool. I decided it would be a good chance to show you the car Daddy got me. I went to your house and your sisters fixed my hair and uniform. I thought the rest up on the way over here. Was it to much?" She looked pensive. Jake gave her a reassuring smile. "No, it was just right; and you were hands down the sexiest and prettiest ride I've gotten. You were the first to get applause." That made her smile. They discussed her new car on the way to Jake's house. She could not take it to school but her parents said she could take Jake on dates in it. Jake figured her dad probably got the car because it was not built to accommodate much hanky-panky. Jake tried but could not keep his eyes off her legs. She caught him looking, took his hand off the shifter, and put it on her warm thigh. Jake rode home with a grin plastered to his face. Cindy came into the house with him to return what she had borrowed and to get back in her regulation uniform. Charles was talking to Helen when the teens walked into the kitchen. Jake's dad did a cartoon double take at Cindy. For her part, Cindy smiled sweetly at his parent, said hello and, with her little butt swaying provocatively, sashayed up the stairs to find Debbie and Angie. Jake and Charles watched her tight little ass until it disappeared from view. "Down boys," Helen said dryly. "Close your mouths before you drool on your shirts." Wednesday was uneventful except that Mrs. Greer did wear a frilly blouse with her usual calf length skirt. True to her word, she was civil to everyone and even a little deferential to Jake. He made sure he was the last to leave the room and stopped at her desk. "You look fantastic today and you made class a pleasure," he said. Her face reddened but she gave him a smile. "Thank you, Jacob," She said. He also stayed after study hall and talked with Miss Doane a few minutes. He asked her if she enjoyed the ballet and she said adored it. She had taken lessons for ten years until a knee injury ended her hopes of dancing professionally. Jake asked some other questions to find out what she liked to do. He asked her to come to the football game Friday and she said she might. She kissed his cheek again as he left. ------- Jake ran through the double line of cheerleaders and onto the field for warm-ups. He was regulating his breathing to stay calm and it was almost working. He and Ray limbered up together as they always did. Ray was very keyed up. This year he was the starting left halfback and most of the team's running plays had him getting the ball. Jake talked to him and got him to calm down some. They huddled around Coach Nelson and he told them it was their game to win or lose and that they were evenly matched with Orange Port. They lost the coin toss and Jake lined up for the kick off. The ref's whistle blew and it was on. Orange Port returned the ball to their 40-yard line and Jake assumed his position in the middle of the defense. The ball was snapped and the offensive guard and tackle on the left side of the line cross blocked creating a huge hole for the running back. As Jake was moving towards the hole, he shed the block of the fullback and shot through the gap into the Orange Port backfield. The play was slow developing and the tailback had only taken two steps when Jake hit him. Jake made solid contact; his shoulder drilled the hapless player between the numbers. He wrapped his arms around the ball carrier and drove him into the turf. Jake helped his victim up and trotted back to his huddle. Jake was, as they say in the big leagues, in the zone. It felt like everyone but him was moving at three-quarter speed. He roamed the center of the field and disrupted the Orange Port offense. Trouble was, the Kennedy offense was not moving the ball either. Orange Port had a good defense and Kennedy's offensive team was tight and mistake prone. The game was scoreless at the half. Jake had seven solo tackles and had forced a fumble. Coach Nelson was upbeat talking to them in the locker room. He told them that the jitters would die down in the second half and the offense would start to assert itself. He reminded the defense to keep up the pressure. Waiting on the sidelines for the second half to start, Jake glanced up into the stands. A lot of his friends had come out to see his first game. Cindy was there with her parents, sitting next to his family. Jody was sitting next to his sisters and Sara and little Christopher were sitting behind them. He waved and they waved back. He saw Miss Doane and made eye contact with her; she gave him a smile and small nod of her head. It made his day to see Mrs. Greer. She was setting with a dour looking older man and the school's principal. He was even happier when she smiled at him and waved. Port Orange kicked off to start the second half. Coach had been correct and the offense finally showed some life. They did not score but did make three first downs. A good punt and fast coverage pinned Orange Port inside their 15-yard line. On their first play from scrimmage, the OP quarterback faked a pitch out and to everyone's surprise passed the ball back across the field to the other back. It was a perfectly thrown pass and a perfectly executed play. Jake turned and gave chase but had no hope of catching the speedy back. The Orange Port coach had made some terrific adjustments during half time. Clearly rattled, the Kennedy offense went three and out and OP had the ball back. On their next offensive play, Jake fended off the fullback and was moving towards the ball carrier when his legs were cut out from under him. He bounced up and huddled with his team. The next play netted the same result; the fullback and left end were double teaming him on every play. Jake told the defensive end on that side to start moving toward the ball, as he was not being blocked. For his part, Jake just moved faster; he was hurtling around like a pachinko ball. The unblocked end and he made the next two tackles and Orange Port had to punt. The game seesawed back and forth scoreless until Ray Robinson broke free and made some nifty moves to score for Kennedy with four minutes left in the game. The extra point failed and Orange Port led 7-6. Orange Port took the kickoff back to their thirty-five and started to run out the clock. Jake was being double- and triple-teamed and OP got a first down at the fifty with three minutes to play. Jake's teammates stepped up and stopped the offense on the next two plays and it was third and four at the Kennedy 45 at the two minute warning. Jake had been waiting for this situation. The opposing quarterback was well-schooled about varying his snap count but on third downs, he always used the same cadence and count. Jake told his left tackle to line up just off the center's right shoulder and keep his attention. Jake assumed his position and waited for the quarterback to move behind the center. As the snap count started, Jake began moving; he hit the center's left shoulder just as he snapped the ball. The quarterback had to reach down to get the ball and did not have a good grip on it as he straightened up. Jake batted the ball out of his hands and it bounced off his helmet right into Jake's arms. Jake sprinted untouched to the end zone. Kennedy held off a desperate Orange Port for the final minute to win the game 12-7. Jake and his teammates and even the coaches whooped it up in the locker room. Then Jake hurriedly showered and exited the locker room to see if anyone had waited to give him a ride home. He was pleasantly surprised to find everyone waiting for him. He was hugged, kissed, and slapped on the back by his family. Jack Sorenson said he could not believe how Jake had played so dominantly. Cindy gave him a kiss and held onto his arm. Jody and Sara congratulated and kissed him. Jake rode home with his parents on cloud nine. That night he got much nicer congratulatory kisses from his sisters. Angie told him she had started her period and had a gyno appointment Monday so she could start on the pill. Debbie said she was hot from watching him play and grabbed his dick. He promised her they would get together soon and she left disappointed. At eleven-thirty, everyone was in bed but him. He was too keyed up from the game and was sitting at the nook table drinking a calming glass of milk. It was deja vu when Helen walked into the kitchen, except this time her gown was black. She got herself a diet coke and shocked Jake by sitting in his lap. "What's the matter my hero, couldn't you sleep?" she asked. Jake nuzzled her neck and explained what the problem was. She slipped her gown off her right shoulder and drew his head to her exposed breast. "This always helped you go to sleep when you were a baby," she said softly. Jake captured her nipple with his lips and ran his hand down to her ass. She was nude under the gown and Jake could feel the results of her exercise. He pulled his lips from her tit and sought her mouth. She eagerly returned his kiss and straddled his thigh. She moaned and rode his leg to a mild orgasm. She whispered in his ear: "This is getting dangerous Jake, I'm having a hard time keeping away from you. You are going to have to work a lot harder to get me, though. I haven't even gotten close to cheating on Charles until you. The only other person to put the fire in me like you do was my father." She slipped off his lap and went back to bed, leaving Jake to digest what she just said. ------- Chapter 11 Saturday dawned sunny and surprisingly cool. Angie rousted Jake out of bed at 6:45 and by 7:15 they were pounding the pavement on a six-mile run. Angie kept upping the speed and Jake happily let her set the pace. They sprinted the last quarter mile and walked around the block to cool down. Angie told Jake that running helped her cramps and she appreciated his company. She coyly told him she might have a way to make it up to him in about a week. The sweaty duo walked to the back of the house to check on the progress of the pool. According to the contractor, they should be swimming in it next week. He said the propane heater Charles had insisted on would allow them to swim most of the year if they used the pool cover to keep in the heat. It would have felt good that morning to the siblings. After breakfast the women scattered, Helen and Angie were going shopping and Debbie had some mumbled thing to do. Charles and Jake were shooting the shit about the game last night when Sara called for Jake. She asked him if he could get a ride over to her house that morning because she had a present for him. Jake covered the mouthpiece and asked his dad. Charles said that he had a quarter to ten tee time and could drop him off. Jake relayed the time to Sara and she said the door would be open and his present in her bedroom. Jake had a feeling that he knew what he was getting and hurried upstairs to shower and dress. Charles dropped Jake off forty-five minutes later with a 'good luck, sport', and headed for the country club. Jake glanced at Sara's black Chevelle with envy and went through the door towards the bedroom shedding clothes as he went. He bounded through the door naked as a jaybird. "Hi honey I'm home," he said lamely. "Surprise!" said Debbie. Jake stopped grinning and stood there goggle-eyed. This definitely was not the present he expected. Debbie was lying in the center of the bed wearing a white nightie with a big bow stuck to the lacy bodice. On the nightstand were a fresh towel and the biggest bottle of baby oil he had ever seen. Debbie held out her arms, "Come here, baby brother, we have some unfinished business." He was there in a flash. Debbie opened her arms to him and they kissed. Jake started to lick and suck his way to her breasts. He untied the sash at the top of the nightgown with his teeth and pulled it open the same way. With the top of the gown pulled open Jake attacked her breasts with his lips and teeth; he gave her little sucks then nipped at her firm orbs. Jake slid his hand to the hem of her gown then under it to her pussy. She was hot, wet, and bald as a baby. "Sara shaved me this morning for you," Debbie said. Jake started to move his face between her legs but Debbie grabbed his head and pulled his lips back to hers. "We can do that later, Jake. Right now I want you in me. Now make love to me." She sat up, Jake helped her pull the gown over her head, and Debbie lay back on the bed. Jake drank in her beauty. Her long thick auburn hair fanned out on the pillow and her slightly tanned skin was smooth and unblemished. Her breasts were firm and barely drooped to the sides, her stomach was smooth and taunt, and her newly-shaved pussy was plump and pink. She held up her arms and he moved over her. She looked at him with lust and a little apprehension. "Put it in," he said, "I'll go slow and won't hurt you". She nodded and reached down and gently took his stalk. She put the head of his shaft against her pussy lips and moved it up and down until it slipped inside her slightly. Jake flexed his hip and the flared crown pushed into her. Despite her wetness, she was virgin-tight. Her eyes widened as he pushed again and an inch of his cock spread her open. She sighed, moaned, and pushed up to him as he made slow but steady progress until his pubis mashed against hers. He put her legs over his shoulders to fully seat himself and paused to let her accommodate his size. She looked up at him adoringly, "Nothing has ever made me feel this good ever". Still staring into her eyes he pulled back a couple of inches and pushed into her strongly. She moaned softly, closed her eyes, and lifted her hips. He pulled back again until half his dick was in her; she caught the idea and bucked up as he pushed down. Another small sound and soon he was pulling almost all the way out, then slamming into her. She was arching up strongly, meeting his thrusts with her own. She was quiet compared to Sara. She writhed, gasped, and clutched the bedspread as her hips moved constantly. Then a powerful orgasm was upon her. Her muscles clenched and she hissed, "Harder Jake, it feels so gooooood!" Jake slammed into her and ground his crotch against her clit. Her eyes flew open and she stopped breathing. She shuddered once and then all hell broke loose. With a high-pitched keening noise, she started thrashing all over the bed. Jake had to lean back on his knees to keep from being thrown off the bed. He palmed her tits and pinched her nipples and she flung herself against his groin violently. Her pussy was clenching rhythmically and strongly, clamping his dick in a velvet vise. After about thirty seconds, she inhaled deeply and fell back on the bed, letting her legs slip from his shoulders. "That was incredible," she said. "And you are incredible, I didn't know I could come that hard; I almost passed out." Jake flexed his iron hard shaft still buried deeply in her slit. "We are just getting started." Debbie was the most athletic fuck of Jake's two lifetimes. She threw her tight body around with abandon and matched Jake stroke for stroke. She assumed every position Jake wanted her in and orgasmed five or six times before he put her on top. This was the position made for her and she went wild. Her hair was whipping across Jake's face and chest as her hips oscillated up, down, and back and forth. She came once that way and then headed for the big one. Jake had been desperately holding off his own climax and decided to let her get them both off. He snaked his hand around her smooth muscular ass cheeks and, when she leaned forward to grind her clit against his pubic bone, pushed his finger into her anus. That did it. She froze above him and her pussy started to spasm mightily, milking the cum from his balls. When his seed splashed against her womb, she looked at him and her cum intensified. Debbie gave a grunt, her eyes rolled up in her head, and she fainted. Jake caught her as she slumped sideways and put her on her back in the middle of the bed. He hurried to the bathroom and wet a washcloth. He was gently wiping her face and chest when she came to. He lay beside her and took her in his arms. Finally she recovered enough to speak. "Wow, will it be like that every time?" she asked. "Probably not," Jake said, "Today you were discovering your sexuality, and it was all new. But I promise that I'll always try to make it this good for you." "I know you will," she said lovingly. Then with her wicked smile, she changed the subject. "Sara said I should ask you to take me around the world." Jake gave her a leering grin of his own. "Lets take a shower and we'll start the trip, he said" The shower was lots of soapy, slippery fun. Jake still marveled at her body. It was so firm, fit, and curvy. They toweled each other dry and tumbled back into the bed. Jake wasted no time before he attacked her pussy with his lips and tongue; he licked, sucked, and wormed his tongue into her sopping slit. Debbie started her now-familiar hip movements against his face. She cooed and gasped through a couple of orgasms; then Jake flipped her onto her stomach and slid his throbbing cock into her still-tight cunt in one long slow stroke. She was coming even before he hit bottom. He reached across her, grabbed the big plastic bottle of baby oil, and squirted some on her ass and his hand. He flipped shut the cap, put the container next to him, and then started slowly pushing his slick fingers into her ass. Debbie waggled her ass in a mixture of apprehension and appreciation then laid her head on the pillow, pushing her ass up even higher. First one finger, then two, opened her up. Jake got more oil and squirted a stream into her crack; he grabbed her hand and pulled it to her clit. Debbie was in the middle of a hard climax when he pulled out of her cunt and positioned his prick at her sphincter. She only grunted when the head of his staff popped through her rubbery ring. Jake stopped to let her adjust to his intrusion and, when she started pushing back on him, he slowly stroked in and out, getting deeper with each lunge. Debbie started coming again. "Oh Shit, oh shit, oh Jake its soooooo big in me, I can't stop cumming..." she chanted. "Harder baby, fuck me harder, push it in deeper." Debbie began babbling. It excited Jake to hear her talk so nasty. "Whose ass is this?" he asked. "It's yours, Jake; all my holes belong to you." "What if I want to do you like this while you sixty-nine Melissa Thornton?" That put her over the edge; her butt cheeks clenched so hard he thought she would break off his dick. She bit down on the pillow and quivered. Jake pinched her clit between his fingers and her head snapped up. She gave an unearthly moan and a stream of liquid shot out of her pussy and soaked both their thighs and the bed. The pent-up semen spurted from his balls and his dick pulsated in her ass causing her to gush even more nectar. Sated, she fell forward; Jake followed, draped across her back. Jake started to get up but Debbie wouldn't allow it. They rested like that for about ten minutes. Debbie said she like being held down by him. He filed that nugget away for another time, then stood up and slapped her taunt ass cheek sharply. "Up, woman and bathe me," he mock-ordered. She giggled, "Yes, my lord." And she did an excellent job. He was squeaky clean, especially his dick from which she nursed another small load of cum without losing a drop. When Sara arrived at two in the afternoon, the linen was changed and the bedroom was aired out. The sheets and spread that Debbie soaked were in the dryer. The siblings were sitting at the kitchen table looking innocent, fresh, and wholesome. Sara took in the scene and burst out laughing. Debbie actually blushed when Sara asked her how her trip went. They all burst out laughing when Debbie quipped, "It was great but I got a little sore in Australia; you know, Down Under." That night Jake and Cindy went on their first date. They went to a movie then Cindy drove down and parked on the beach. She faced her little Fiat towards the open ocean and they watched a fat full moon shimmer just above the wave tops. They reclined the convertible's bucket seats and quietly enjoyed each other's nearness. Cindy turned to face him with a serious look on her face. She said, "Jake, I love you, and one day you are going to marry me and I'm going to be all the woman you'll ever need. Until then I am going to save myself for you. You can see other women and do whatever you want as long as I am number one in your heart. I might date and even experiment but you are going to get my cherry on our wedding night, understand?" He gulped and nodded. "Besides," she said teasingly, "you know I like girls too and, if you share, I know lots of nasty Catholic school girls." Jake was floored. He drew her to him and kissed her lovingly. The shifter got in the way but Jake didn't mind. He was happy just being with her. Monday found Jake well rested and ready to begin another week in paradise. As he walked into school he was repeatedly congratulated on his playing Friday night. Debbie's cheerleading teammates were all over him. Melissa Thornton dragged them off and blew him a kiss. He made his way to homeroom and Mrs. Greer gave him a sweet smile and congratulated him also. She asked if he could drop by after school for a minute before practice. It was good to be him that day. While he and his lab partner, Scott, tried to eat lunch, a steady stream of well-wishers stopped to talk to him and Ray Robinson. At Jake's instigation, Debbie had assigned a sophomore JV cheerleader to keep Scott amused. Scott was tall and lanky but cleaned up well. He was personable and witty; Jake liked him and, so it appeared, did the cheerleader. Scott, however, really had eyes for Angie, Jake noted. Hmmm, they'd make a nice couple if you didn't mind their children being ten feet tall and weighing fifty pounds. At his last period study-hall, Jake was leafing through a book on abnormal brain function when the bell rang. He took the book up to Miss Doane and asked her if it was too late to check it out. She told him it was a reference book and that it couldn't leave the library. She walked back with him to the stacks and found a general work on the same subject. He said thanks and impulsively picked her up and twirled her around. She giggled gaily as he sat her down but did not release her; she looked up at him, rose up on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips. Then, still giggling, she ran out of the stacks. When he got to her desk, she blushed and handed him the book, already checked out. Jake walked to Mrs. Greer's classroom and knocked on the closed door. She opened it and, he noticed, locked it behind him. "Jacob, I owe you a big debt of thanks. What you told me hit home and your advice has brought back the joy I felt when I first started teaching. Now I look forward to coming here and hate to leave when school is dismissed. I wish you had some advice for the other parts of my life," she said. "Well Vicki," Jake ventured, "I just might have some." "I've never let anyone call me that, Jacob." "Exactly", he said, "but wouldn't you agree that I'm not just anyone?" She laughed and said, "That's for sure. Okay, it's Vicki when we are alone." "It's Vicki when we are alone or with people who don't know us," he countered. She was intrigued, "It's a deal." He changed the subject. "Stand up, Vicki, let me look at you." She hesitated for a second then stood up and pulled her shoulders back. She had been to a superior finishing school and knew how to carry herself. Jake twirled his fingers around and she slowly turned in a circle; this was embarrassing, but exciting. Jake seemed to think for a minute. He finally said, "You need a tight calf-length black skirt, black hold-up stockings, three inch black heels, a white blouse with ruffles and a bow at the throat, and sexy underwear. Try to have them for Friday and the pep rally. Meet me at the Seven - Eleven on Ridgewood tomorrow evening at 6:30; wear jeans, walking shoes, sun glasses, and your hair in a pony tail." "Yes Jacob," she said. Jake stood and held out his arms and for the second time in fifteen minutes he had an excited teacher in them. She was disappointed when he just hugged her and brushed his lips across her cheek. Coach Nelson gathered the team in the athletic department's classroom. With no fanfare, he showed them film of their next opponent, Central High, a Division I powerhouse from Orlando. Jesus, they were so big and sharp, they looked like a college team. Their defensive line was a big as the Dolphins' front five and their wishbone ground game was as dominant as Oklahoma's. Everyone sat in stunned amazement. Then Jake stood up. He said, "Coach, I think I know how we could beat these guys." Jake went to the front of the room and started drawing x's and o's. Coach Nelson grasped what Jake's plan was and excitedly said it might work. He sent the team out to the practice field and told them to limber up and set up in defense and offense. Fifteen minutes later he and his assistants came out with a sheaf of plays and formations and they got busy. A new cheerleader picked him up after practice. His teammates were almost blasé about it even though she stuck her tongue so far down his throat she almost gagged him. Cindy's show must have set the bar too high. Tuesday, time crept by. School was good, practice was intense, and Debbie picked him up afterwards. He was in a hurry to be dropped off. He didn't want to be late for tonight. At 6:30 sharp, Jake roared up to the Seven - Eleven on Rafe Robinson's Kawasaki 450 motorcycle. Vicki Greer was standing around the side wearing surprisingly tight jeans and a white shirt. Her long brown hair hung straight down her back in a single long braid that almost reached her butt. She looked exotic and nothing like her schoolteacher persona. Jake was impressed. He pulled up next to her, handed her a helmet, and told her to climb on. She eyed the bike suspiciously but climbed on and wrapped her arms around his waist. He gunned the engine and sped out onto the highway. Jake pulled onto a little used country road and wound the bike up. Although he was only doing 55 the feeling of speed was exhilarating. Vicki put her mouth to his ear and yelled, "Jacob, I love it!" Jake nodded and found the turn-off Scott had told him about. He followed the dirt road to a Boy Scout camp only used on weekends and during the summer. Jake turned off the bike and took off his helmet. Vicki did the same. Without speaking, Jake took her hand and led her to a picnic table. He sat on the tabletop and pulled her to him until she was standing between his knees. "This is what else you need," he said and kissed her. She kissed him back fiercely, her tongue dueling with his. A thoroughly enlightened Victoria Greer went home that night. Her pussy still tingled from being licked for the first time, and the first load of cum she had ever swallowed rested warmly in her stomach. She hummed to herself, as she got ready for bed; tomorrow she would buy some new outfits and shave her pussy. She would also make the Saturday reservations at a Daytona motel, right on the beach like Jacob wanted. They had not had straight intercourse but Jacob said to be ready for Saturday. She couldn't remember when she had looked forward to something so much. When Bill Greer arrived home from the school board meeting, he was pleasantly surprised to find his wife asleep. No argument about his long hours tonight he thought, as he slipped into bed. As a matter of fact, from that day forward he seldom received criticism for all the hours he worked. Wednesday morning was a treat for Jake. Mrs. Greer was classily dressed and her lecture was scintillating. You could see her enthusiasm for her subject and her students responded positively. Everyone was attentive and discussions were lively and focused. Geometry went well but the high point of the day was chemistry. Scott and Jake were running some tests to try to analyze a liquid they had been given. They found one element right away but had run fifteen of the workbook's tests and still had not found the second. Mr. McClelland cleared his throat a second time before Jake looked up. When he did he almost fell out of his chair. "Students," McClelland said, "this is Erika Johansson; she is transferring here from Minnesota. Since everyone has a lab partner, Miss Johansson will work with Mr. Turner and Mr. Hughes. I am sure they will work diligently to help her catch up." Mr. McClelland walked Erika over to their table. She was a Nordic Goddess, six feet, two inches and one hundred and sixty pounds of Scandinavian perfection. Her corn silk hair was done up in two braids, her peaches and cream complexion was flawless, and her body was perfect. She was the most intimidatingly beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She made direct eye contact with Jake and arched her eyebrows when he did not look down from her challenge. Still looking into his soul with those sky blue eyes, she stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Erika." Jake enfolded her hand and held it, "My name is Jake Turner, your date for the Home Coming Dance." She looked at him solemnly, "Yes, you are." Scott's eyes were bouncing between the two like hyperactive pinballs. Jake released her hand reluctantly. "This is Scott, our only hope for passing chemistry, so be nice to him," said Jake. She turned and held out her hand to Scott, "I will be. Nice to meet you, Scott." Scott put out his hand but avoided her frank stare and could only mumble something incoherent. This was the normal reaction she got from men. After chemistry, Jake included Erika at his and Scott's table. The usual crowd came and went. Jake noticed that Erika seemed to intimidate both men and women. The only other person who didn't seem bothered was Angie. After they had been seated for about five minutes, Jake felt a presence behind him; he turned his head and looked up and then up further. "Is this seat taken?" said a very large, very blonde guy. "Nope, have a seat, it's yours" said Jake. The big guy sat between Jake and Erika. Erika laughed and said, "This is my younger brother Erik. He is always trying to scare boys away from me, like I needed the help." Erik joined in her laughter. "Younger by two minutes," he explained. Jake made introductions, "I'm Jake Turner, this is my really older sister Angie, and these are my buddies Scott Hughes and Ray Robinson. I sure hope you play football." "I do, I was hoping to try out for the team today," Erik said. "What position do you play?" asked Ray. "At my last school I played tackle on both sides of the ball," Erik said. Jake threw his arm around Erik's massive shoulder and said, "If I wasn't already in love with your sister, I'd kiss you." Every one at the table cracked up except Erik who looked at his sister in confusion. "I'll tell you later," Erika told him. Erik fit right into the Kennedy football system. He was strong as an ox and surprisingly quick. He was intrigued as the team prepared for Central High. He had never heard of half the things they were going to try. Eric was in front of the gym with the usual suspects when the little Fiat swerved into the lot. Both doors opened and out stepped Cindy and a girl who looked like her twin. Both had their blonde hair in pigtails. They wore the identical stripper version of their school uniform: saddle shoes, knee socks, short skirts, and white shirts with the top buttons undone. The pair ran up to Jake and started kissing him. They each took a hand and drug him toward the car. Cindy turned to the stunned team and said, "I hope you didn't tire him out because we want to play with him now." The girl Jake did not know pushed him into the passenger seat and climbed into his lap. Her tight little ass was perched atop his growing erection and her perky boobs were brushing his face as they roared onto the highway, leaving some very open mouths behind. Jake arrived at school Thursday feeling like a million dollars. With a wry grin he thought why shouldn't he. Things just seemed to go his way, a far cry from his first try at high school. At times he worried about how long his good fortune was going to last, but today was not one of those times. Jake did not get involved in the typical high school social system. As a result, he had made friends across the spectrum of cliques. As he strode towards homeroom, he greeted jocks, preps, nerds, and red-necks. He even greeted some of the self-styled tough guys. And then, of course, there were the girls. Hundreds of young women of all shapes and sizes. Jake attracted them like pollen attracts bees. He was polite and cordial to all of them. Jake did not want to be the big man on campus, he just wanted to make friends and have fun. And so far, that was exactly what was happening. Mrs. Greer looked better every day and Jake noticed that she was even a little flirtatious with her students. Good for her, it was a pleasure to see her escaping from her self-imposed prison. Everyone could tell that Jake was one of her favorite students but they chalked it up to his obvious intelligence and interest in the subject. Today Vicki ramped it up a bit. When she handed them back their homework she placed Jake's on his desk while she was standing behind him. She pressed her breasts against his back as she showed him something on his assignment. Jake was the last to leave the classroom. He walked up to her desk and this time he was standing behind her. He rubbed his groin against her shoulder and whispered, "I am so looking forward to Saturday. You are so hot and sexy." She moaned and leaned back a little, "I can hardy stand the wait, Jacob; and I'm so ready for you". Jake stepped back and adjusted himself just before the first student from her next class walked in. He hustled to his next class grinning like a jackass. It was about fifteen minutes into chemistry and Jake was starting to get a little irritated with Erika. She was polite but aloof with him but normal towards Scott. "What's your problem today, Erika?" "I don't have a problem; I don't want to distract you from your tiny, sexy Catholic school girls." Jake looked at her like she had just grown horns. Erik must have told her about Cindy and her friend. Jake could not help it and laughed aloud. Everyone stared at him especially Scott. Embarrassed, he lowered his voice. "I will tell you all about it but you both have to promise it won't get back to anyone on the football team, not even Erik," he whispered. Scott and Erika both nodded and leaned closer. "My sisters thought it would help me get along better in school if I had a reputation. They have been arranging for different girls to pick me up every day. Sometimes it's a cheerleader, sometimes someone I don't even know. Yesterday, it was my friend Cindy and a girl I had never met. My sister Debbie fixed their outfits for them. They really are just Catholic schoolgirls playing naughty dress up. They took me to my house and Debbie got them back into their regular uniforms then they went home," Jake explained. It was the truth as far as it went. He just left out a few things. Things like Cindy's friend, Laurie, telling him that Cindy had told her we could all play together one day as she ground her hard little butt against his hard on. Or how both of them showed him their little panty-covered butts as they walked to the house. Nor did he tell them about he and Charles getting the same show as last week when the girls climbed up the stairs, only this time in stereo. Erika looked at him and covered her mouth to stifle her giggles. Mr. McClelland glanced at their table. Finally, she got herself under control. "Your sisters did that for you? They must really love you," she said. "Yeah, I guess they do, they are pretty special. Would you do that for Erik?" "Probably, but he'd be happier if I had a steak delivered to him every day rather than a girl." It was Scott and Jake's turn to crack up. Mr. McClelland gave them his second most serious look and cleared his throat. They got back to their experiment and the atmosphere at the table was much friendlier. Jake was sitting next to Erika in the lunchroom and Angie was sitting across from them next to Scott. Erik came over and sat on the other side of Angie. It was hard to say which of the three of them was the shyest. Scott was clearly not happy with the competition from the big jock. Angie was overwhelmed by all the attention. And Erik was tongue-tied trying to talk to Angie. Scott's mood improved considerably when the JV cheerleader came over to talk to him. Melissa Thornton dropped by to size up the new kids and was clearly impressed. Erika remained her aloof self to everyone but Jake. Erika walked out of the lunchroom with Jake. When they were alone, she put her hand on his arm. He stopped walking and looked at her. "Jake, you are the only guy I've ever met who treated me like a normal girl, thank you." "You are not a normal girl," Jake said. Erika snatched her hand off his arm. He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. It was a novel experience having to look up slightly. "You are an extremely beautiful and statuesque young woman. You are, however a normal person. A person I want to know much better." Erika's cloudy look turned into a radiant smile; she squeezed his hand tightly. "That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. If it wasn't against school rules, I'd give you the biggest kiss," she said. "I only told you the truth. I'll collect that kiss when you go out with me." "You've got a deal Jake Turner, just don't make me wait too long, I've waited a long time for you already." She dropped his hand and headed to her next class leaving Jake standing there dumbfounded. What did she mean by that, he wondered. As Jake walked toward his history class, he saw a pattern in the women in his life. In each one, he had instinctively found a need and filled it. How had he become so insightful? Why did his mind, in this brain, function so much better? He seemed to become more intuitive everyday. He would have to think about all this some time soon. As Jake was suiting up for practice, Coach Nelson called him in to his office. Jake walked in and the coach asked him to close the door. Jake complied and sat in the chair Nelson gestured to. "What have you done to Mrs. Greer?" Nelson asked. "What do you mean?" Jake said guardedly. "I mean that she is a changed woman and it started about the day we had our talk about her. She sat down with me at lunch today and was friendly and pleasant. Then she told me if I let anything bad happen to you, she would cut off my balls." "We had a very nice talk and came to a mutual understanding; her change in behavior is probably just a coincidence," Jake said. "I can imagine what kind of understanding you reached with her, Jake. I've seen you in action. I just hope she doesn't start picking you up after practice." Jake flashed him a grin, "That's worth thinking about." Then Jake had a thought. "Coach, are you dating anyone seriously?" he asked. "Not at the moment. Why?" "Well, I would like to introduce you to friend of mine. She is smart and pretty but she has a two year old son." "Turner, if you know her, I know she'll be more than just smart and pretty. And I like kids. What's her name?" "Sara Douglas, she's a nurse, she's twenty-four." "Kinda young for me don't you think?" "No, she's not too young." "Well then, introduce us and we'll see what happens." "Ah Coach, there's one other thing." Coach Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Uh-oh, spill it Turner, this doesn't sound good." "No, it's nothing bad or at least I hope you don't think so. Sara likes strong, take charge kind of guys and sometimes she needs a firm hand." Coach's eyes lit up. "Is that so", Coach said, "When can I meet her?" Practice went well, they were as ready for Central as they would ever be. They were either going to pull off a big upset or look like idiots. After practice, Jake was waiting for his ride when a big meaty paw dropped onto his shoulder. "No one is coming for you, I am driving you home today," said Erik. Jake nodded and walked to Erik's pickup truck. Erik pulled out of the lot and turned away from Jake's house. "Uh, Erik, I live the other way." Erik did not say anything and Jake thought he might be in deep shit. Then Erik pulled into a gas station and told Jake to get out. Jake stepped to the ground and looked around for a payphone; he did not know what Erik's game was, but he was starting to get pissed. An insistent car horn broke his concentration. He looked towards it irritably and almost fell over when he saw Erika gesturing to him. He walked to the car and leaned in her window. She smelled and looked freshly scrubbed. "Close your mouth and get in," she said smiling. Jake got in and looked her over. Her hair was loose and hung down past her shoulder. She was wearing a rather conservative pair of Bermuda shorts and a loose fitting man's shirt with the tail untucked. "Not what you're used to is it?" she asked. "You look perfect," he answered. "I didn't have the nerve to pick you up myself and Erik would have had a fit anyway. I hope you don't mind that we tricked you." "Your brother scared the crap out of me. I thought he was going to take me some where and kick my ass." Erika gave a throaty chuckle that sent chills down his spine. "He'd only do that if I asked him to." Jake filed that unpleasant thought away as he directed her toward his house. Jake had her stop short of the front door and she moved into his arms. Her kiss was soft, sweet, and full of promise. He got out of the car and went to open her door. Taking her by the hand, he took her to meet his parents. Erika was a big hit with the folks. Erika was complementing Helen on the house when, to Jake's astonishment, Helen suggested he show Erika the upstairs. Erika's hand was still in his so he led her up the back stairs to the second floor. Erika coyly asked him which room was his. He opened his door and she walked in. "Close the door Jake," she said over her shoulder. He complied and walked to her. "Sit on the bed," she ordered. Jake sat down. Erika towered over him, breathing rapidly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Then her hands went up and she started unbuttoning her shirt. "I know we can't do much here today but I want to show you I am serious. You are going to be the first man to ever see these. And later you are going to be the first man to see the rest of me. As time goes by, you are going to be my first everything. I trust you Jake; I can see the goodness in your eyes. I know there are other girls and while the idea doesn't thrill me, I believe I can compete for your attention. All you have to do in return is be truthful with me and keep the nature of our relationship to yourself." As Erika talked, she kept undoing buttons. She shrugged off the shirt and reached behind her for the clip of her bra. "Can you do that for me Jake?" she asked. He nodded dumbly; he could not find his voice to answer her. She smiled and twisted her wrists then moved her hands up to cup the bra to her chest. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and dropped the bra. The bra and Jake's jaw hit the floor at about the same time. Her breasts were the biggest he had ever seen; they stood out from her chest with only a tiny amount of sag. She looked like she had had implants they were so perfect. Jake reached out and pulled her to the bed and, unresisting, she lay on it. Jake finally found his voice, "They are beautiful and much bigger than I thought". She giggled, "I wear a special bra that mashes them in. It's uncomfortable but it cuts down on the stares and rude comments." Jake lightly touched one, as he brushed the nipple it sprung out like a champagne cork. It was almost an inch long. She giggled again, "Another reason for the bras. When I get excited, they poke way out. When you were talking to me today, I thought they were going to drill through my clothes and poke your eye out." Jake laughed, dropped his head, and took the nipple in his mouth. "Oh", squeaked Erika and she shuddered through a small orgasm. She caught her breath, "And did I mention they are very sensitive?" Jake fell on her and silenced her witty remarks by kissing her. He got his thigh between her legs and up against her mound, then went to work on her breasts. She grabbed his head and held it to her chest as she wrapped her legs around his thigh. She was as multi-orgasmic as Sara or Debbie. She did not need to pause between them. After ten minutes of her almost nonstop cumming, Jake sat up. She complained but he pulled her to her feet. "We need to go before we make the parents suspicious," he said. Erika dressed, and went to his bathroom. He opened both his windows and sprayed Lysol to get rid of the smell. Erika came out while he was spraying. "I'm so embarrassed. I stunk up your room and I'm so wet I had to put tissue between my panties and shorts to keep from showing a big wet spot." Jake hugged her. "No need to be embarrassed, it's natural and sexy. I'll smell you in here tonight when I go to bed and think about you." She looked at his tented jeans and asked, "What will you be doing while you think about me?" "Probably the same thing you're going to be doing when you think about me being inside you while I play with your tits." She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a searing kiss. Because she was so tall her pussy was rubbing against the hard knob of his dick. They broke apart and wandered loudly around the upstairs until his hard on subsided. Jake walked her to her car. "I want more," she said. "You'll get it Saturday night," he promised. One more kiss and she sped off. Jake went back into the house and sat at the table with his dad. "That, my son, is a lot of woman," Charles opined. "Amen to that," said Jake. "Did she like the upstairs?" Helen chimed in innocently. "Very much," said Jake. ------- Friday morning found Jake sitting stoically with his teammates. They were on folding chairs in front of a flatbed trailer covered with bunting. The makeshift stage held about a dozen chairs and a microphone. Students were starting to fill the bleachers waiting for the pep rally to get underway. The football players were wearing their game jerseys over their shirts and the cheerleaders were in uniform. When Debbie judged most of the school population was present, she started the first cheer. A roar went up and Principal Skinner walked up the portable stairs and to the microphone. After the cheer, he asked for silence and finally got the noise level down some. Skinner welcomed the students and told them he had a special announcement to make later, but first he introduced Coach Nelson. Coach ran on to the stage and a roar went up. He was a popular teacher and winning coach. Coach gave a rah-rah speech then started introducing the team. As always, the offense was first. As each player's name was called, they stood up and coach made some appropriate comment. Finally, he got to the defense. Jake's name was the last he called. "And finally, playing middle linebacker, our Defensive Captain, number 50, Jake Turner." It was another slack-jawed moment for Jake. It was the first he had heard of being Defensive Captain. The cheerleaders took him off the hook by starting another cheer and Jake's day of surprises continued. Principal Skinner came back to the microphone and held up his hand for silence. When it quieted down some he said, "Tonight's game, as you know is in Orlando. I know a lot of you would go if you had transportation. Well, now you can." Skinner gestured to the other side of the stage and up walked Charles Turner and an absolutely stunning Mrs. Greer. "Thanks to the generosity of Turner's Furniture and Appliance there will be enough busses in the school parking lot at 5:00 pm to take everyone who wants to go. Mrs. Greer has arranged chaperones for each bus and has posted sign-up sheets through out the school. There are enough busses for your parents if they want to go. I encourage all of you to go to the game; Central is one of the top rated schools in the state but Coach Nelson says the Kennedy Panthers might have something for them tonight. Thank you, see you at the game." There was lots of cheering as the students filed out of the bleachers. Jake went over to where Coach, his dad, Principal Skinner and Mrs. Greer were standing. He shook hands with Skinner after Coach introduced them and the Principal departed. Jake thanked the coach for his confidence in him and said he hoped it was not misplaced. Coach Nelson countered that he did not think it was. Then Jake hugged his dad and asked why he did not tell him about the busses earlier. His dad said he wanted it to be a surprise so he kept it hush-hush; Helen was the only other family member in on it. Jake turned to Vicki. "Mrs. Greer you look especially lovely today. I like what you've done with your hair." Victoria Greer blushed, shyly smiled, and laid her hand on his arm. "Thank you Jacob, will you escort me to my classroom?" she asked. "I'd be honored," Jake replied. Coach and Charles looked on in disbelief. "That is an extraordinary young man," said Coach Nelson. "If anyone but Jake said that to her she would have torn their heads off, and that including me and Principal Skinner." "You don't know the half of it," agreed Charles. Jake and Vicki cut through the gym on their way to the main classroom building. He checked to see if anyone was around and, when the coast was clear, steered her into a small alcove behind the folded up bleachers and stacks of mats. "Jacob, we might get caught," she protested. Jake noticed she was trembling and her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Then you better be quiet," he said as he ran his hand over her trim little ass. She pushed her cheek firmly against his hand. He stroked up and down and she vibrated like a cat purring. He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "How do you keep your ass so tight?" She turned her head so that her lips were also next to his ear. "Yoga." "You must be flexible." "Very." "So I could fuck you in a lot of positions." "I guess, but I only know one." "I'm going to love teaching you new ones. I'm also going to love spanking your little ass until its red." Vicki clenched up at this remark and shuddered. "Jacob you are making me so hot. My panties are soaked and I can feel juice on my thigh." "By this time tomorrow, that juice is going to be on my face and dick," he said and flicked his tongue in her ear. Vicki grabbed his arm for support and pressed her other hand to her crotch. She rubbed her fist against her pussy through her skirt and buried her face in his shoulder to stifle her moan as she came. "See you tonight my pet." Jake whispered. He checked for traffic and sent her on her way. She tottered a little on her heels at first, and then she squared her shoulders and strutted to the exit like a runway model. If Jake had an inkling of what was going through her mind, he would have dragged her back and took her right on the mats. Vicki craved the excitement Jake induced. Her cold, bland marriage was stifling her, she was ready to break loose. ------- There were over a thousand Kennedy students, parents, and teachers at the Central High Stadium that night. Of course Central High had a thousand students in each class so their crowd was huge. Kennedy was the second of two non-conference tune up games for Central before they played the big boys. Part of Coach Nelson's plan counted on that. He figured that the Central coach had a game plan that was designed to sharpen his team's execution as they ran all over the smaller team. Coach went to the head official and went over his formations to make sure they were not ruled illegal on the field. Kennedy won the toss and received the ball. A thoroughly confused Central defense saw a formation with one back, the quarterback seven yards deep in the backfield and players spread all over the field. The first play was a pass completed for 20 yards. Then Kennedy didn't huddle but assumed another strange formation that resulted in a 15 yd pass and run. Kennedy continued to run the no huddle and Ray Robinson ran the ball into the end zone off a shovel pass with less than four minutes gone in the game. After the kick off, Central got to see a new defense as well. Jake had remembered the defense that lowly Iowa State had used to upset Nebraska one year. And coach had adapted it for Kennedy. A confused Central quarterback saw only three down linemen when he got under center. Staring him in the face was Erik Johansson at nose tackle and two other big guys played the regular tackle positions. The defensive ends were standing upright two yards off the line of scrimmage. Linebackers were a couple of yards farther back and the safeties five yards behind the linebackers. On the snap, Jake saw the play and yelled, "Option right." The down linemen submarined blockers in front of them and the left defensive end fought off blockers to string out the play. The rest of the defense swarmed to the ball. Jake hit the quarter back just as he decided to dive off tackle and knocked him backwards for a two-yard loss. The rest of the game was pretty anticlimactic. Kennedy lead at the half 27-7. In addition to playing tackle, Erik could also kick an extra point. Jake was all over the field on defense and caught three passes on offense. When Central defended the pass, Kennedy ran screens and draws. Jake's defense swarmed all over the field like angry bees. Jake spent as much time in the Central backfield as their fullback. The Central quarterback would be seeing the number 50 in his dreams for weeks. Central made adjustments like all good teams but it was too little too late, their furious comeback left them short 33-21. Coach Nelson ran over to shake the hand of his counterpart. The Central coach told him, "Why the hell are you wasting your time coaching high school?" It was a jubilant convoy of busses and cars that headed back to Palmdale. Jake's family, Sara, Cindy and Laurie met the team bus at the school parking lot. Jake introduced Sara to coach Nelson and you could almost feel their attraction to each other. Cindy congratulated Jake and gave him a chaste kiss in front of his parents. Then she whispered in his ear that if he could get loose Sunday, she and Laurie would reward him properly. He was going to have a busy weekend. His sisters had ridden on one of the busses and they took Jake home in the Falcon. When they pulled out, Brian Nelson and Sara were deep in conversation. "So far so good," thought Jake. ------- Chapter 12 Jake stood on the apron of the newly-finished pool looking at the crystal blue water. He was still keyed up from tonight's ball game and knew he would have trouble sleeping. He heard the French door off the living room open and light footsteps move across the deck towards him. He didn't turn around. Anyone coming out of the house would be excellent company. Long slender arms wrapped around his waist and a light kiss was placed on his neck. "What are you thinking about, Jake Turner?" Angie asked. "About how much I adore my flame-haired princess," he answered. Her grip tightened on his waist. "Your princess loves you too. You are the guy I compare all other men to and, except for maybe daddy, they all come up short." He chuckled, "Well you haven't met that many men yet, give yourself a chance". "I will", she said, "but you are my prince charming and always will be. Don't make any plans for next weekend; we have something to take care of." Then she kissed his neck again and boldly grabbed his dick. She squeezed it gently through his pants and said, "Debbie told me about how you took her at Sara's. I'll be so disappointed if I don't get the same treatment. I'm not going to be happy until I have these long smooth legs wrapped around you while you are in me. I shaved for you Jake, even though I only had a little hair. I'm as smooth as a new baby's behind except for my eyebrows and head." Her talk had him hard as a rock. He reached back and found her leg. To his pleasure, she had on her robe with nothing underneath. He found her little slit, and true to her word, it was completely bald. Her lips were wet and slick so he slipped a finger between them. She clung to him and rotated her hips against his finger. Her pussy clinched down on his finger and tried to suck him in deeper. He loved the little eccentric circles she could move her hips in and told her so. "Jake honey, I can move these hips in ways you can't imagine. I have practice squeezing everything from a pencil to my hairbrush waiting for the real thing." Her hips jerked a couple of times as she had a small orgasm. She cooed in his ear, "Thank you Jake." Then she dropped her arms and slipped away. Jake continued to stare at the water and thought to himself what am I doing just looking. So, he stripped off his clothes and dove in. The water was shockingly cold. Yes, it was still warm in central Florida in September but the pool had only been filled a few days and the nighttime temperatures were starting to dip below 70. Jake swam a few fast laps to warm up then hopped out of the pool. He was standing there drip-drying when a towel hit him in the back. "Very nice, Adonis," said Helen. He spun around, startled. Helen was standing there in her robe; she dropped her eyes to his member and giggled. He looked down also and saw that the cold water had shrunk him up. He grabbed the towel and covered himself, his face blazing with embarrassment. She giggled again and pivoted on her heels back to the house. The next morning Jake caught a ride to the ever-handy Seven-Eleven. He told a dubious Charles that he had promised someone some yard work. One of these days, I am going to actually go in that place he thought. About eight-fifteen, a bedraggled Plymouth Valiant station wagon wheezed up. Vicki Greer poked her head out the window and told him to hurry and get in. He piled in the passenger side and cracked up. Vicki had on the biggest pair of sunglasses he had ever seen; an enormous scarf covered her entire head. "Nice disguise Mata Hari," he said, "this car is definitely undercover." Vicki laughed also. "I guess I over-did it, huh? I borrowed the car from Brian Nelson, it belongs to his brother who's overseas." Wow! So she had Coach Nelson aiding and abetting. He wondered if the coach knew what she was up too. As if reading his mind Vicki said, "I told him I was getting some garden stuff and couldn't carry it in my Jag. He looked skeptical but I think he was looking forward to taking your mom's friend out in the Jag". Jake realized she meant Sara. "Sara's my friend," he said. Vicki cut him a look. "She was the nurse who cared for me when I was in a coma. She was the first person I talked too when I woke up," he explained. "They certainly looked like they were getting along when I left. I hope that was what you wanted." "It was. She's my friend like you are; I only want good things for her... and you." Vicki pulled the Valiant into the Sea Vista Motel parking lot. She had somehow managed to pick up the key yesterday. She grabbed a small suitcase and led him to a second floor room facing the ocean. Jake cranked up the air conditioner and walked out on the balcony. Vicki followed him out and they stood leaning on the railing looking out at the ocean. The shrimp fleet was fishing about a half mile out; the water on their side nets glistened, making them look like crystalline butterflies. Vicki looked pensive, so Jake put his arm around her; she leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. "Having second thoughts?" he asked. "No, just worried I won't be able to make it good enough for you. And sad because I know so little about sex that I'm nervous about pleasing a fifteen-year old." He turned her head and pulled off the sunglasses. Looking into her eyes he said, "You already please me with just your company. You are a passionate, sensuous woman and it is going to be such a pleasure to help you discover yourself sexually." She hugged him tight and thanked him repeatedly for what he said. He pushed her back into the room and stood her between himself and the sliding glass door. He lay back on the bed and said, "Now strip, you beautiful creature, I've been dying to see you naked all week." She pulled off the scarf first. Her hair was artfully piled on top of her head, held in place by two lacquered sticks. Then with a haughty look, she reached up and unfastened the one big button on each shoulder. Her dress fell to her feet and she daintily stepped out of it. She was completely nude except for a pair of high heels. Her breasts were small and sat high and proud on her chest, her nipples were flint hard. Her torso was smooth and her belly flat. Her waist pinched in and her hips curved out perfectly. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and her lips were fat and puffy. She let him look for a minute then turned her back to him. She reached up, pulled the sticks out of her hair, and shook her head. A cloud of shiny light brown hair cascaded down her back to rest just at the top of what had to be the perfect ass. Her legs were long, sleek, and spaced apart so he could see her puffy little pussy between her thighs. She slowly turned back around and dropped her arms. It was the most erotic strip tease he had ever seen. "Jesus!" he croaked. "You should be on stage." She walked over, pulled him off the bed, then sat down where he had been... "Now you," she said. Jake pulled off his clothes and stood in front of her, his prick rampant. "You are pretty perfect yourself, Jacob, now come here and show me what I've been missing." And he did. Vicki was everything he thought she would be. She was fearless and would try anything. Jake started by feasting on her small breasts. They were sensitive and the rougher he treated them the better she liked it. He sucked her whole breast into his mouth and bit down gently at the base. She thrashed her head side to side and told him to bite harder. Then from nowhere he got the weirdest idea. He left her breasts and moved down to her pussy. As he started licking she started cumming. After eating her to a couple of orgasms, he slid up her body and poised his dick at her entrance. He slowly pushed the head in and stopped. She thrust her hips up but he managed to keep just inside her. "Relax baby, lay back and put your arms to you sides," he soothed. When she calmed down some he slowly slid into her until he bottomed out. She moaned her approval with every inch of his invading bludgeon. She was tight and hot. Her pussy wall rippled behind him, gripping his dick like a fist closing around it. She wiggled her hips but he pulled back when she did. "Hold still, I want to talk to you for a minute," he said. She groaned in frustration but complied. He thrust into her. "What kind of birth control do you use?" he asked. She moans "A diaphram," She responded. He withdrew his dick from her slippery channel then thrust into her harder. "When is your next period?" She gasped, "Two weeks." He took another stroke. "I want to get you pregnant." Her hips went wild and she came long and loud. He would have to find a way to tone her down or she would get them evicted. She grabbed his head and rained kisses on his face. "YES, YES, YES, my darling I want you to get me pregnant. I've dreamed of a baby but thought I was too bitter to give one the love that it deserved. Maybe now I can. Who better to be the father than you?" The lovers planned Vicki's insemination between bouts of intense lovemaking. Once Vicki made her decision to let Jake impregnate her, she was insatiable. She finally got to put those years of yoga to use as Jake pinned her feet back by her ears and pounded her helplessly exposed pussy to an earth-shaking climax. Then Jake put her on her hands and knees and entered her from the rear. He hit her womb on every stroke. He wrapped a long loop of her hair around his hand and pulled her head back. "This is the way I'll fuck you when your belly is big with our baby," he whispered in her ear. "Yessssss!" she hissed. He reached under her, grabbed her tit, and squeezed. "This is how I'll milk your bloated breasts to get them ready to feed our baby." "Yesssssss!" He released her tit and put his hand between her legs. He captured her rather large clit between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. "And this is how I'll make my little mommy cum." "Yesssssss" "Yesssssss" "Yesssssss" "YESSSSSSSSS..." She convulsed so hard she almost threw him off the bed. When she could move she went into the bathroom and removed her diaphram and handed it to Jake. She crawled back into the center of the rumpled bed and put a pillow under her ass. She closed her eyes and her body slowly relaxed. "I'm ready now Jake," she said dreamily, "Come give me my baby." Jake climbed on the bed and made sweet gentle love to her. They came together as he pumped the biggest load he would ever shot into her milking vagina. When he started to pull out, she wouldn't let him. Instead, she drew his head to her breast and put her nipple in his mouth. He sucked gently and she fell asleep, an angelic smile on her face. That day they never got around to all the things she wanted to try. But they would eventually. Vicki drove Jake home at 4:30. She pulled into the driveway right behind his dad who was pulling his golf clubs out of the trunk. Jake hopped out of the car and she called him to her window. She grabbed his collar and pulled his head down for a lingering sweet kiss. Then she waved gaily at a thoroughly flabbergasted Charles and chugged off in the old wagon. Jake looked at his dad and shrugged, "I guess I did a better job mowing her lawn than I thought." His dad was still standing there open-mouthed when Jake went into the house. Jake figured he needed some high-energy food and a nap before his date with Erika. Erika drove up at seven o'clock exactly. A refreshed Jake was sitting on the couch waiting for her. Charles answered the door and Erika was introduced to the 'chat with the parents before the date' ritual. Soon enough they were out the door and down the road. "Where we goin'?" Jake asked. "Now you get to meet my parents," she replied. There must be something in the water in Minnesota, thought Jake as a hand the size of a Smithfield Ham squeezed his to numbness. The hand belonged to Sven Johansson, Erika's father. Sven and his wife Helga must be the poster parents for Norwegian families. They were tall, ruddy cheeked, well-built, and as pleasant as any two people you could ever meet. Helga served the teens hot chocolate and waved them out the door. Erika noticed his bemused look. "What's the matter Jake?" She asked. "Your parents are so nice," Jake said, "I'm going to almost feel guilty when I ravish the family virgin." Erika laughed so hard she almost wrecked the car. "So where are you taking me, Mr. Ravisher?" "Steak and Shake, then the drive-in, Miss Innocent Virgin." Out of habit, Jake had Erika pull into Jody's station. Jody was back in college so a girl Jake did not know skated up. They ordered and ate. Jake was amazed at Erika's appetite; she could pack away the grub. Meal finished, they headed for the drive-in. Jake picked a spot near the back with access to the concession stand and plenty of privacy. They walked to the concession and bathrooms hand in hand. The couple finally made it back to the car, Jake laden down with sodas, popcorn and a Snickers bar for Erika. She did not comment when Jake opened the back door of Sven's big Chrysler New Yorker. She got in and slid across the seat. Jake and Erika pretty much ignored the movie. He was sitting with his back against the door and she was leaning against him, her back to his chest. He had his arms around her, her blouse open, and her big breasts in his hands. He was lightly stroking them as they talked. She filled him in on her life to date. Then Jake did the same. Of course, his story was much shorter. Erika was amazed at what he told her. After the exchanging of pedigrees, things got sticky. Erika started asking him about the women in his life. She wanted details about his relationships with the ones she had seen him with: Sara, Jody and Cindy. Without giving her specifics, he told her about each of them. "Are you planning on still seeing them while we are together?" She asked. "Yes", he said, "and maybe others. Erika, we are young and too much is in front of us to try to tie each other down". "I thought I could accept you seeing other girls, Jake, but the more I'm around you the more I want you for myself." Jake turned her around and said, "I don't want to hurt you Erika. I care about you a lot. You asked me to be truthful with you and I am. Maybe you need to think about things before we go too far". "I think you're right. I do have a lot of thinking to do. But I'll do that later. Right now you have me helpless in the back seat of my father's car and I'm afraid you are going to take advantage of me." As she said that, she fell backwards on the seat and held up her arms. Jake moved on top of her and fastened his lips to hers. Jake heard the distinctive snick of a zipper, and Erika wriggled her hips. The aroma of her arousal was pungent in the air. " I have something else to show you, Jake Turner," she said into his mouth. Erika Johansson was a Nordic love machine, a big blonde sexual dynamo. Her vaginal secretions were the most copious and aromatic he had ever encountered. Her nectar flowed out of her in a steady stream. Some times when her vaginal muscles clinched, it was ejected forcefully. And the big girl had stamina. Jake was having such a good time eating her and playing in her juices that he was oblivious to the mess she made. Finally, after almost two hours of licking, sucking, and fingering she pushed his head away. "Oh God! If had known it was that good I'd have been doing this since I was eleven," Erika panted. "Erika, that is the best tasting and best smelling pussy I've ever had in my mouth. The shape is perfect, your clit is perfect, and as long as I have a face you've got a place to sit," he said reverently. She still lay sprawled on the seat naked. "I don't know what it is about you that makes me want to take off my clothes. I am very self-conscious about my body. Even my mother hasn't seen me naked since I was twelve." "If you were mine I'd encourage you to walk around naked all the time, my beautiful Valkyrie," he said. Why am I your Valkyrie?" she asked. "Well you are Norwegian, and Valkyries were maidens who took fallen soldiers to be with the Norse God Odin. And you are the Norwegian maiden that takes me to heaven just by being near you." She lunged at him and smothered him with kisses. Geez, she was strong. It amazed him that regardless of how smart the woman or how corny the line they all responded the same. Erika and Jake pulled into Jake's driveway at 10:30 pm. They were here far before Jake's curfew because Sven's New Yorker looked and smelled like a whorehouse, there was even a slimy handprint on the back window. Jake and Erika went in; both his sisters were already home from their evening out. Jake was in the kitchen looking for some cleaning supplies when Debbie popped in and asked him what he was doing. "We, uh, spilled something in Erika's car," he said lamely. By then, she was standing next to him. She sniffed curiously then stood on her tiptoes and licked his face like a cat. Her eyes got big, "If that's on the seats, I'll suck it out of the upholstery." Debbie took charge. She sent Angie and Jake to the car with 409 and Lysol. She marched Erika upstairs to clean her up. Erika protested at first but Debbie was insistent. She pushed her into the bathroom and told her to strip and take a shower. Debbie stepped into the bathroom to get Erika's clothes to wash and to bring her some towels. She looked at the statuesque blond through the shower curtain. She wanted to climb that mountain someday. With a nasty grin, she took out a short silk robe and laid it on top of the towels. She took Erika's clothes to the laundry room and ran them through the washer on its shortest cycle. Angie opened the back passenger door and the odor hit her. "What happened in here, Jake?" she asked. "Some of what is going to happen to you next weekend," he replied. She blushed and started wiping down the sets and windows with 409. The smell was making her wet. She wondered if it would smell like that after Jake got her. The thought made her shiver. Jake finished his side at the same time she finished hers. He sprayed the interior down with Lysol. This would definitely be a test of the product's claim to eliminate odors. They trooped back into the house leaving all of the Sven's windows down. Debbie was delighted when Erika came out of the bathroom in her robe. It barely covered Erika's ass and the front was stretched across her chest leaving a deep 'V' between her breasts. Erika was beet red with embarrassment but Debbie acted as if nothing was wrong. Debbie heard her siblings on the stairs and called them to her room. Erika's blush spread and she clutched the robe tighter. Angie and Jake walked into Debbie's room and both stared at the furiously blushing Erika. Jake laughed; Debbie was the devil. She could have gotten Erika his terry cloth robe or hers or even Angie's, they were all oversized. Instead she had her semi-naked in front of everyone. Debbie said, "Jake, you need a shower also or mom will smell you when she hits the door". Jake went to his bathroom and took a quick shower. When he got back to Debbie's room he found her blow-drying Erika's hair. Erika's robe was gaping open and Debbie was feasting her eyes on the big melons. "Hey Bro, will you go put Erika's clothes in the dryer?" she asked. Jake arrived in the laundry room just as the washer clicked on to the spin cycle. He hung out for the three minutes it took, and then switched the clothes to the dryer. He bounded back up the stairs and was met by Angie at the landing. "I'm supposed to keep you busy while Debbie tries to get into your big 'ol girl friends panties," she said. That's going to be hard to do because I just put them in the dryer. So I guess I'll just have to try to get into your panties while we wait," Jake said. Angie giggled and ran toward her room with Jake in hot pursuit. They tumbled on the bed and her lips sought his eagerly. "Take me right now, Jake," she demanded. "I'm not doing that princess. When I take the precious cherry you are giving me, I want everything to be just right. Doing it now would not make it as special as it should be for either of us." She pressed her face into his chest. "Why would you want me when you can have Amazon woman with her big boobs?" He pulled her back gently until he was staring into her azure eyes. "Princess, you are the most special person I know. You just can't see yet the beauty I see both inside and outside." She wiped her eyes and nodded, smiling prettily. "Thanks Jake, I feel so loved in your arms." You are loved," he said. "Now lets go foil Devil Girl's plot." Angie laughed and went into the bathroom making plenty of noise. Jake went to the stairs and stomped towards Debbie's room. He knocked on the door. "Just a minute," said Debbie. The door opened and a flushed Debbie let him in. Erika was still sitting at the dressing table, a small smile on her face. Her robe was barely held together by the thin silk tie around the waist. Her legs were spread slightly. "Come on in, Jake; we were just getting to know each other better," Debbie said archly. They certainly had been; you could smell Erika's musk heavy in the room. Debbie went back to her and started rubbing her shoulders. "I was telling Erika about our fitness program. She is interested; she wants to tighten up her chest muscles." As Debbie talked she reached in and lifted Erika's heavy breasts. "I told her that she didn't need much work to get this much lift. What do you think?" Jake came over and capture her other breast. "I don't know, Sis, they are pretty firm for their size. See how she doesn't sag much at all." "You might be right," allowed Debbie. "But what about her tummy?" Debbie slipped her hand down and was caressing her belly just above her vagina. Jake slid his hand down too. "It's pretty firm, but a good abdominal workout would help her." Just then they heard the distinctive 'ping' of the dryer timer. Jake went downstairs and retrieved Erika's clothes. When he returned Debbie had Erika in a serious lip lock. Jake brought over Erika's outfit and the girls broke their kiss. Erika shrugged off the robe and stood proud and naked -- her eyes glittering -- and stepped into her panties. Soon she was dressed and Jake and Debbie walked her to her car. She gave them both kisses and pulled off. "So", asked Jake, "how'd it go?" Debbie smiled and put her finger under his nose. ------- Chapter 13 Jake woke up Sunday morning at six-thirty, fresh, and rested. Debbie had come into his room immediately after Erika left and jumped his bones. Playing with Erika had gotten her motor running in high gear. Jake had gone to bed drained but happy. He woke up well-rested, grabbed his swimsuit and a towel, and went out to the pool. The propane pool heater had been installed and running for a couple of days. Jake dropped his towel in a lounge chair and dove in. The water was perfect, cool, but not cold. Jake churned the water for twenty laps and then just floated around. He heard footfalls and looked up. Charles was standing by the pool. "Mind some company?" Charles asked. "Not at all, Dad, the water is just right." Charles slipped into the pool, swam a few thrashing laps, and then they both got out of the pool and dried off. Jake went in and got them coffee and they sat companionably in the loungers. Charles told him how the business was doing and how well the inventory control system was working. Charles jokingly asked him if he had any other ideas that would make them rich. "As a matter of fact Dad, I do," Jake said. Then Jake outlined his vision of a chain of TFA Superstores, first in Florida, then the Southeast, and finally nationwide. Jake said they would need substantial capital to expand and suggested Charles approach Russell Thornton about it. Charles said he would think about it; it was a bold and very intriguing move. "Jake, you sure have changed things around here for the better. It seems that when you came back so did the rest of my family. Your sisters have become amazing young women and your mother is the happiest she's been in years. A man is never going to be happy if his wife isn't, so I'm much happier now too." "I have a lot of making up left to do," Jake said. Charles changed the subject, "Gail Martin asks about you every day". "Really", Jake said, "would you mind if I asked her out?" Charles laughed, "When would you fit her in your schedule"? Jake laughed with him and said, "Well, I'm only going to be only young once and if it kills me at least I'll die smiling". Later that day, Cindy and Laurie sat with Jake and his sisters at Mass. All four girls looked extraordinarily sweet and innocent. Jack and Theresa Sorenson were going to visit Jack's brother in Orlando after Mass. Cindy and Laurie were staying home to work on a school project. Cindy whispered to Jake that he should come over about one. He agreed and said he would see them then. At one-ten, Jake leaned his ten-speed bicycle against the porch and knocked on the door. Cindy opened the door a crack peeked around it. When she saw it was Jake, she grabbed his hand and pulled him in. Jake sat on the couch, Cindy sat on one side of him, and Laurie sat on the other. Both girls were suddenly shy and nervous. Jake sat and just talked with them and they loosened up when they understood that Jake was not going to pressure them. Soon they were both snuggled up against him and he had his arm around Cindy. Jake asked them if they had ever played 'truth or dare'; neither had. Jake ran over the rules with them emphasizing that to take a dare meant doing anything the questioner wanted. They excitedly agreed and were soon sitting in a circle on the floor. Jake flipped a coin and Laurie went first. She looked at Cindy. "Have you ever gone all the way?" "No," said Cindy. Cindy asked Jake, "Are you having sex with anyone besides Sara?" Boy, that Cindy was right to the point, thought Jake. "Dare," he said. "I dare you to kiss Laurie and feel her up for one minute." Jake turned to Laurie who was breathing hard in anticipation. He took her in his arms and gave her a searing kiss; his tongue probed her mouth as he gently cupped her hard little breast. She flinched as his hand found her swollen nipple then she relaxed and pushed her chest against his hand. Cindy called out, "Time's up". Laurie moaned in protest at the loss of his touch. "You're right, Cindy, he can really make out," Laurie said dreamily. Jake cleared his throat, "My turn", he said, "what's the farthest you have ever been with a boy." "Dare," said Laurie. Now that she knew how the game was played she was going to say dare even if the question was innocent. "Kiss Cindy like I did you for one minute," dared Jake. The game went on fairly innocently. Jake got both of their tops and bras off. They preened and strutted their nubile young bodies for him. But he did not let things go any further. After about and hour and a half he said he had to go home and the disappointed pair kissed him goodbye. He stopped at the door and turned back to them. "Take care of my girl, Laurie," Jake said. "I will," Laurie said, her hand already down Cindy's shorts. Jake was at home by three and in the pool five minute later. By three-twenty his sisters and parents were in it also. The sight of his wife and daughters in two-piece suits got Charles' attention. He shook his head in wonder. "When did all my womenfolk get so beautiful?" he asked no one in particular. About four o'clock Charles jumped out of the pool and fired up the Weber. Once the coals had started, Helen went inside and brought back steaks for the chef to burn. Jake played grab ass in the pool with the women while Charles labored over the grill. Jake copped a few feels and so did the girls, Helen included. He had to swim laps to let his erection subside. After a nice dinner, Jake went to the kitchen to make phone calls. He spoke to Jody and Cindy, and then tried Sara. Sara was not at home or the hospital so he left a message at both places. He phoned Erika and they had a most pleasant chat. She said Sven commented on how nice and clean she had returned his car and they both had a good laugh. Jake asked what color dress she was wearing to the homecoming dance and she said dark blue. Jake asked her how hard it would be to ravish her in it. She told him not very. Jake turned the phone over to his sisters. Helen's system made the phone available for everyone but made you focus your attention so you could get through in ten minutes. About half past seven the phone rang and Helen, who was passing by it, answered. She called Jake and said Vicki wanted to speak to him. Jake was delighted. He took the phone from Helen. "This is Jake." "Hi, Daddy," she said in a little girl voice. "You can't know that already, can you?" Jake asked. She gave a sultry chuckle, "No, but I have this feeling." "Well in experiments of that type you have to keep trying until you get the results called for," Jake said cryptically because Helen was puttering around nearby. "Someone near you?" asked Vicki. "That is correct." "Well, I have to go anyway; I'll dress just for you tomorrow," she promised. Helen went into the laundry room so Jake was able to whisper, "No bra." "Yes, Jacob my love," Vicki purred and broke the connection. Helen walked into the kitchen just as he was hanging the receiver back on its hook. "Who's Vicki?" She asked casually. "Mrs. Greer, one of my teachers," Jake answered, "I did some work for her Saturday and she asked if I could help again next week". Helen's eyebrows went up, an indication that the wheels were turning. Jake beat a hasty retreat to the living room before she could quiz him. He watched Bonanza with Charles and his sisters, then hit the rack. The following week was a busy one. On Monday, Vicki started his week off right in a trim navy blue a-line skirt and light blue blouse with a high collar. Her hair was in a French braid and she wore two-inch heels. He and his teammates were getting a lot of attention after their big upset of Central. Girls, especially seniors, were on Jake like wolves circling a wounded deer. Melissa Thornton quietly suggested he walk her to their second period class. As they trudged down the hall, she softly asked him to escort her to her coming out party at the Country Club's Fall Cotillion in a few weeks. Jakes immediately replied that he would be honored. In Palmdale, the Fall Cotillion was the social event that formally introduced seventeen and eighteen-year old girls to society. It was an old old-fashioned tradition to be sure, but one that had a certain innocent charm. His sister, Deborah Denise Turner, would be presented at the same affair. Chemistry class was a cause for celebration. Erika, Scott, and Jake found the elusive second compound with one of the last experiments in their workbooks. They would all get at least a 'B' for the marking period. Class participation and homework could bring their grade up. Erika looked good in her usual conservative outfit. She made eye contact with Jake throughout lab and touched him whenever she could. When the bell rang the three headed for lunch. Erika was holding Jake's hand. Later, Jake was in the periodicals stack, looking at the 'Wall Street Journal' when Miss Doane tracked him down. She slid into the chair across from him at the research table. They exchanged pleasantries and she congratulated him for his performance Friday night. "Mrs. Greer said you were the best student she has ever had," Rebecca Doane said. "I agree; you are for me also." "You both make it easy for me. You two are wonderful teachers," Jake said sincerely. "Victoria said you are the reason she is so much happier now. How did you do that?" "I simply treat her the way everyone should, with respect and courtesy. She just needed someone to verify that she was a worthwhile person. I don't think that happens at her home," he said. "What do you think would make me happy, Jacob?" "Going to the ballet with me and dancing with me at homecoming," he said without hesitation. She beamed him a megawatt smile. "Yes to both." He leaned forward and whispered, "And finding me later for a kiss". She blushed, nodded, and went back to her desk. Football practice was the hardest since the first week. Afterward, Coach had a team meeting. He stressed that they were as ripe to be upset as Central had been. Although homecoming opponents were traditionally picked to provide a victory for the home team, they could lose if they took their opponent too lightly. Then he showed film of Pine Hills High in action. It was a highlight film of sorts, showing Pine Hill doing everything right. Jake and his mates got the message. There would be no slacking up Friday afternoon. Nelson asked Jake to drop by his office after his shower. Jake slipped into the chair in front of Coach Nelson's desk. "What's up, Coach?" "Jake I just want to thank you for introducing me to Sara. She is every thing you said and more." "So you two hit it off?" "Oh yeah we did!" Coach replied emphatically. "She's a lot for you to give up." "She's not mine to give up, she is my friend, and I want what's best for her. I think that you are what's best for her. Of course if you are bad to her I'll hold you down while Vickie Greer cuts your balls off," Jake said. "I get your point Jake; Sara said that is how you would feel about us. Be careful about calling Mrs. Greer 'Vickie', she doesn't allow anyone to call her that", Coach admonished. "Is that so", Jake said as he was leaving. Then he stopped at the door and turned to coach. "By the way, your brother needs a new car." Coach Nelson sat back in his chair in astonishment. Sara was his ride home today. He had figured she would be. His teammates were mostly gone and Sara was sitting in her car waiting for him. He got in the passenger seat and she gave him a kiss. They went directly toward Sara's house. She told him that Helen said he could eat supper with Sara but he had to be home at eight-thirty. Christopher was at her Aunt Elizabeth's. They talked about homecoming and other inconsequential things until they arrived at her house. Once inside Sara grabbed him in a tight embrace and kissed him fiercely. "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining", said Jake. "That is because I love you, and for introducing me to Brian." "He told me you two hit it off. I'm very happy for both of you. You are two of my favorite people," Jake said, and he meant it. "Jake, he is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and I think he feels the same way." "Wow, must have been some date." We spent the entire weekend together, even Dr. Douglas likes him. We didn't make love but that's going to happen soon," she said. "Are you going to be okay with the idea of us sleeping together?" "If it makes you happy and it's what you want to do -- then go for it." "It will, now take me to bed and make love to me," Sara said. He did. He was home by eight. Helen asked about Sara and Jake told her he thought she and Coach Nelson were falling in love. She asked him how he felt about it. Jake said he was ecstatic that they were hooking up; they were perfect for each other. The rest of the week was a blur. School, practice, homework, and bed were about how his days went. He got some sweet kisses from Rebecca Doane and his sisters but otherwise, he went without. He called Cindy and Jody a few times. He even called Gail Martin who agreed to a date Tuesday two weeks from now. Finally, it was homecoming day. Classes ended at one and another pep rally was held at the stadium. School was dismissed after the rally so everyone could go home and get ready for the game and dance. The junior class had decorated the gym and a live band was scheduled to play. There were no surprises at the football game. Coach had decided to keep Jake's version of what would later become the west coast offense, and on this day, it proved unstoppable. The swarming defense was retained also. Pine Hills High made only two first downs the first half, one on a penalty. Starters were pulled with six minutes left in the first half when Kennedy led 28-0. The final score was 44-7. Jake changed into his suit in the locker room. An unsurprisingly quiet Erik drove Jake to the Johansson house to pick up Erika. Jake was sitting on the couch with Sven and Erik talking about the football game when Erika and Helga came into the living room. Jake stood up and all three men said "wow" in unison. Erika looked spectacular in a blue fitted cocktail dress. It was knee length with a slightly scooped neckline. Her waist looked incredibly small and her figure was a classic hourglass. Her breasts pushed out like the bumper bullets on a 1956 Cadillac. Only one thing marred her image, she was wearing flat-heeled shoes. Jake took her hand and leaned to her ear. "Go put on the blue heels I know you got to go with the dress," he whispered. "I'll be too tall for you," she whispered back. "Go change, you'll be just right for me," he urged. With a happy smile, she ran back upstairs. Two minutes later, she made an even more dramatic entrance balanced gracefully on three-inch blue heels. Mom and Dad Johansson took pictures and Erika and Jake finally escaped to Sven's car. Jake opened the door for her and she swung one leg into the car leaving the other on the ground. After she made sure Jake had seen her matching blue panty and garter belt set, she swung her other leg in. "Nice", Jake said, "how did you get that past your mom?" She helped me pick it out. She said if I was ready then it was my decision. She also got me these," Erika said as she handed him a six-pack of Trojans. "Wow, your mom is more than just all right," Jake said. "Yes, she is and I think she has the hots for you also; she told me if I didn't want you to let her know." Jake was momentarily stunned, his mind snapped into fast-forward visions; then he blinked and intentionally changed the subject, "Why isn't Erik going"? Erika hesitated before answering and Jake could tell he had hit a possible nerve. He quickly said, "Never mind, let's just concentrate on us". She gave him a relieved smile and put her hand on his knee. Fifteen minutes later, they were at the gym and headed for the dance floor. Jake had taken dance lessons to placate his first wife and Erika was the beneficiary of all those classes. She was suitably impressed as were the other girls near them. They danced, flirted, and had a good time. Erika was radiant and felt wonderful in his arms. During the slow dances, she slumped against him minimizing her height and maneuvering her groin against his. She giggled about his hardness and told him she could not wait until he had it inside her. After the band finished their break and started their last set of the evening, Jake told Erika he was going to dance with a few of the teachers. He had been happy to see Sara Douglas there with the coach and, holding Erika's hand, walked toward them. Jake asked Sara to dance and coach danced with Erika. Sara told Jake how happy she and coach were and how quickly they seemed to have fallen in love. Jake congratulated her and asked if they were moving in together. She said yes, as soon as Brian could find someone to sublet his apartment. Jake asked if was furnished. Sara said yes, it was a one-bedroomhouse and he would leave most of his stuff there for now. When the song was over, Jake escorted Sara back to the coach and, leaving Erika with the happy couple, went in search of Vicki. Jake found Mrs. Greer by the punch bowl -- making sure it was not spiked. He sidled up to her and asked her to dance. She gave him a huge smile and said, "I'd love to, Jacob". Jacob led her out onto the crowded floor and, amid catcalls from his teammates, took her lightly in his arms. Of course, she danced beautifully, her elegance showing even more of her upbringing. Jake decided he would learn more about her the next time they were together. "Did you get us a room for tomorrow?" he asked. "Yes Jacob", she answered, "same motel, same room". "Good, you know I'm going to take that tight little ass tomorrow," he said. She shivered and caught her breath. "You already own this tight little ass and all the rest of me," she said with downcast eyes. While they danced around the floor Vicki told him how much she wanted him and how hot she was even now. He laughed and, as the song ended, told her she was making him hard and he would see her tomorrow, bright and early. Rebecca Doane was next on his radar screen. He found her talking to Mr. McClellan and, just as the next slow song started, asked her to dance. He spun her onto the floor and her dancer's training became instantly apparent. She moved with effortless grace in her high heels. "You dance like an angel," Jake said. "Thank you," she blushed. At the end of the song, Jake delivered her back to Mr. McClelland and kissed her hand. Then he went back and collected Erika for the last dance. Jake and Erika agreed to meet up with everyone at Howard Johnson's for a late snack and they piled into the car and left. Erika wanted to go somewhere and put Helga's Trojans to use but Jake put her off. "When I take the precious gift you are giving me it won't be in the back seat of a car," Jake said, "By next week I'll have us a place". Erika accepted this and knew she had picked the right guy. They had a burger at 'HoJo's' laughing and joking with friends. With extended curfews, Jake got home after midnight, before either of his sisters, he noted with a laugh. At eight am the next morning, Vicki Greer pulled the dilapidated old wagon into the Turner's circular drive. Jake was waiting out front in cut-off jeans and a t-shirt. He carried his gym bag with a change of clothes and some other items. Jake had told his parents that he was going to help Mrs. Greer with her garden again. He doubted they bought the story but he was trying to be discreet. For her part, Vicki had on the large sunglasses and a big straw bonnet. They made love all morning long in the motel room by the sea. Vicki turned out to be a natural lover, instinctively knowing what would feel good for both of them. She liked it best doggie style with Jacob holding two handfuls of her luxurious hair. She also liked dirty talk and arched her butt back to meet Jake's hand when he swatted her ass. She eagerly gave him her anal cherry that day. It was her idea. When she brought it up Jake started to roll her on to her stomach. She demurred and instead pulled her legs back and rolled her hips up. "I want to see your face as you take me and I want you to see mine as I give it to you," she said. Vicki reached to the nightstand and grabbed the baby oil; it was as erotic as hell watching her drip it on her shaved pussy and watch it run down her crack. She poured oil into her hand and lubed his dick. He taunted her taut little rosebud with his knob and then slowly started to gain entry. Vicki did not want it slow; she bucked her hips up and forced more of his cock into her passage. She was completely relaxed and, although she was tight, her elastic walls smoothly parted for him. If it was painful, she did not show it; when he bottomed out, she moaned in bliss. She grabbed the baby oil, poured more on her slit and started rubbing her clit. "Fuck me hard Jacob, pound my hot little ass till I scream." Jake obliged her and began to stroke into her long and hard. She would orgasm about every twenty stokes, the fingers on her clit a blur. Orgasm imminent, Jake tried to pound her tight little buns through the mattress. The harder he pounded the louder she moaned in appreciation. When he climaxed it was one of the best of both his lives, it felt like his nuts were attached to the last thick ropy jet. Victoria Greer was right with him, screaming like a banshee. "We are going to do that a lot, my lover," she said matter-of-factly. Jake wondered why it seemed that most really smart women liked anal sex so much. It would be the ideal dissertation for some psychology doctoral candidate, 'The Correlation between IQ and But- fuckin' in Female Homo Sapiens'. Hell, he might write it himself after a little more research. After their tryst and some slippery fun in the shower, Vickie helped Jake prepare the room for his evening guest. She was in no position to be jealous but she was curious. Her money was on Rebecca Doane, the librarian. Even though she could have waited outside to see who showed up, she did not. She respected the way Jacob was so discreet and wanted to return the favor. Jake kissed her goodbye. With a happy glow, she took one last look around the room where she had had such happiness, went to the old wagon, and drove home. Jake took a well-earned nap. He would need his rest for the evening ahead. Jake was up from his nap at 5:30 pm; he showered, dressed, and strolled to the up-scale restaurant he had located near the hotel. He spoke to the maitre d' and gave him a twenty, then returned to his room. She knocked on the door at five minutes before seven. Jake swung the door open and his jaw dropped. She stood there shyly letting him look. "You are a beautiful princess," he said. Angela Alexis Turner looked down at her shoes, blushing, "Do you really think so Jake?" "I know so," he replied. Angela was wearing a simple form-fitting black knee-length dress. Her red hair was swept back in a French braid and she was tastefully made up. Her long legs were encased in black hose and she had on black heels. She looked like a fashion model. Jake took her arm and steered her toward the restaurant. The maitre d' smiled as they arrived. "She is indeed a princess, Mister Turner, right this way, your table is ready." Angie beamed a beautiful smile as they were led to a table for two on the balcony, slightly separated from the other dinner guests. A vase of roses and a pair of candles were on the table. The maitre d' seated them and said, "My name is Walter, and I have taken the liberty of ordering for you. Please enjoy your meal". Walter snapped his fingers and a waiter magically appeared with a cart and started to prepare a Caesar Salad. Their prime rib was cooked to perfection and for dessert, their waiter set fire to some cherries. It was an exquisite meal. Angie was incandescent, her eyes sparkled as she looked at him adoringly. They finished eating and Jake asked for Walter. He came to the table and Jake slipped him a hundred dollar bill. "Please share this with your staff," Jake said. "Thank you Mr. Turner", said Walter, "and please visit us again". "You can count on it," said Jake. Jake walked Angie down to the beach. She took off her heels and they walked hand-in-hand in the moonlight. "You have no idea how much I love you, Jake," she said. ------- Chapter 14 They strolled on the beach for a few minutes before Jake took Angie into his arms for a kiss. She looked up, locked eyes with him, and quietly asked him to take her to the room and make love to her. Back at the room, Angie went to the bathroom while Jake lit the candles Vicki had left for him. When Angie came out, the romantic flickering of a half-dozen candles lit the room. Angie smiled her appreciation and threw herself into Jake's arms. He kissed her and she returned the kiss with increasing ardor. Jake took the tab of her dress zipper and slowly pulled it down. He pulled the combs from her hair and her long hair fell down her back like a flaming waterfall. Angie shrugged the dress off her shoulders. It fell to her feet with a whisper. She stepped out of the pool of material and silently posed before him in a matching black lace bra and pantry set, elastic top black stockings, and black heels. "You look incredible," Jake said admiringly. Angie gave him another of her sweet smiles and moved back into his arms. Jake kissed her and backed her to the bed. Jake laid her on her back in the center of the bed and climbed on it with her. He kissed her again and started stoking her stomach and upper chest. Angie moaned as Jake slid his lips down her jaw and nibbled her neck as he reached under her and unfastened her bra. Pulling the straps off her shoulders, he tossed the bra away and moved his lips to her distended nipples. Jake feasted on her tits for a few minutes, then trailed his lips and tongue across her taut abdomen. Her stomach muscles fluttered as he gently licked and kissed his way to the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers on both sides of the waistband of her black lace panties and pulled them down slowly, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. Trailing his tongue and lips over her hipbone, he skirted her pussy and started down her leg. Jake marveled at her body, it was long, lean, and, true to her word, hairless. Her skin was smooth and supple and her body fat had to be less than ten percent. He licked and kissed each leg down to the tops of her stockings, rolled her over onto her stomach, and stared the same treatment on her back. Her ass was flawless; it was small but shapely, hard and up-thrust. Jake started nipping her muscular little butt cheeks until Angie moaned and ground against the bed. Jake pulled apart her cheeks and ran his tongue down the crack of her ass. "Ummmm, yes," Angie cooed. That was all the encouragement Jake needed; he rimmed her anus and started worming his tongue into her little rosebud. Angie made more encouraging noises and pushed her hard little butt into his face. Jake flipped her back over and draped her legs across his shoulders; he cradled her butt in one hand and dove head first into her hairless slit. Angie's body bridged up as soon as his lips found her clit. She started beating a tattoo on his back with her heels. "Ohhhhhh yes, yes, YES, YES, this is what I've been waiting for Jake!" Angie quivered and came; Jake slid a finger into her sopping hole and massaged her g-spot. She came again, her ass dancing in his hand. Angie was vocal, but not loud; she sighed, cooed, and moaned her pleasure. She told him she loved him and kept saying his name. Jake ate her to several organs before wetting his finger in her pussy and pushing it into her ass. As he sawed in and out of her tight little pucker, he wrapped his lips around her clit and tongued it rapidly. Angie arched up again and her hips went wild. She thrashed around on the bed violently as Jake held on for dear life. As she calmed down Jake moved up on the bed and kissed her softly. Angie opened her eyes and gave him a heart-melting smile. "Oh Jake", she said, "that was so wonderful, but you still have your clothes on and I want you inside me". Jake stood up and pulled off his clothes, his hard cock arched upward, touching his belly. Angie's eyes widened at the sight of the rampant rod soon to be buried deep in her virgin vagina. "It's so long and thick Jake! You are going to split me in half." Jake grinned and flexed his stomach, his shaft bobbed up and down. "Don't worry Princess, I'll be gentle." He climbed on the bed and she spread her long legs to make room for him between them. She touched his rod for the first time. It pulsed in her hand with his heartbeat. "You are a beautiful man, Jake Turner, and this guy is a beautiful part of you," she said softly. Jake did not say anything; he wiggled forward until his prick was touching her. Angie set his dick at her opening, paused, and looked seriously at his face. "Jake, I have thought about doing this since I was fifteen. I have thought about it happening with you since you first kissed me. I know the first time is going to hurt and be over quick, but we have plenty of time." Jake chuckled, "You seem to have this all planned out". "I've read about it and talked to other girls. I have practiced with a candle and dreamed of it, I am ripe and ready," Angie stated. "Very ready!" She released his prick and Jake eased the head into her incredibly hot, wet, and tight slit. Angie moaned and bumped her pelvis up. "Hurry Jake," she said. Jake was not going to be rushed as he eased forward until he bumped against her hymen. He stopped and pulled back. Angie mewed in frustration. Jake held himself still for a few seconds more and then pressed forward strongly. Her hymen split very easily and Jake stopped immediately. "Are you okay?" he asked. She looked at him in amazement, "It just felt like a pinch; that was too easy." Jake said, "You must have partially torn it experimenting. Ready for more?" "I want it all Jake, stop messing around." Jake smiled down at her and pulled back. Pausing a heartbeat, he slowly pushed into her tightness, watching her eyes to gauge her reaction. Her passage was like a velvet glove gripping him as he entered her. He finally reached bottom, stopped, and flexed his dick. Angie's eyes opened wide and she gasped. He pulled out slowly until just the head was lodged in her and, after another short pause, pushed into her faster. His dick slid in easier and he knew she was ready for serious action. He reached back, hooked an arm under each of her knees, and drew her legs over his shoulders. Jake moved slightly to line up his axis of advance and Angie ground herself on his invading warrior. He could feel their pubic bones grinding together, her cute little clit trapped between them. Again, he pulled back, faster this time. At the top of his stroke, he immediately reversed direction and plowed into her forcefully. Angie went rigid and emitted a strangled moan when he hit bottom. She ground her pelvis into his and started bucking as if she wanted to dislodge him. Jake pulled her legs down until her knees were hooked behind his elbows to limit her movement and started to fuck her with a strong, fast rhythmic stroke. Angie was thrashing and grunting like a tennis player with each stroke. She grabbed his head and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him and hissed, "this is incredible I keep cumming and cumming and it keeps building and building." Then she stiffened and her legs went straight up on either side of his head. "Oh God, Oh god OHHHHHHHHHHHH God Jake, I'm cummmmmiiinnngg." She wailed. Jake grabbed her ankles and pushed them back until they were over her head; her ass was off the mattress as he rocked his full weight against her groin. She shivered, shook, and moaned for a good thirty seconds, then slumped back limply. Jake lowered her legs and held his weight above her on his elbows and knees. He kissed her eyes and her nose. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him fiercely. "That was beyond anything I could ever even dream of", she said, "nothing I learned prepared me for that". Jake looked down at her, "I'm glad you liked it Princess, I will always try to make it special for you". Angie clutched his head again and began kissing him. When Jake saw that she had regained her breath, he started slowly thrusting into her again. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist and to his delight, she started milking him with her cunt. He looked at her in awe as she gripped his dick particularly hard. "I practiced this on a pencil," she said. "I read somewhere that men like it." "You read correctly," Jake said. He picked up his pace and Angie lost her concentration. That was fine with him because her tight pussy had him on the verge of exploding. He gritted his teeth, held off until she started her syncopated thrashing, then slammed into her and had a gigantic, pumping climax. "Oh Jake, I can feel you cumming with me," Angie squealed. Slowly, Angie and Jake's breathing returned to normal and, despite her protests, he disengaged. Jake got up and went to the bathroom. He returned with a hand towel and gently cleaned Angie. They rested in each other's arms a few minutes and then Angie got her first taste of dick. Like screwing, she had studied the mechanics of a blowjob so it didn't take much instruction before she was sucking like a trooper. When Jake's spit-covered shaft was hard as Chinese arithmetic, Angie pulled off him with an audible pop. "Make love to me again, Jake; you make me feel so good," she said in a little girl voice. Jake obliged. He put her on her hands and knees and put his shaft against her opening. Her pussy lips were red and puffy but she said it didn't hurt so Jake slowly pushed into her until he bottomed out. He loved having her little round ass right in front of him as he drove in and pulled out of her. She caught his rhythm immediately and started swishing her hips in time with his thrusts. He grasped her hips right below her waist then pushed and pulled her to meet his thrusts. Jake felt her climbing towards her climax; he wet his finger and pushed it into her ass. His finger in her tight little anus put her over the top and her hips went into overdrive. Her pussy and ass clamped down on his invading extremities and she soared through another orgasm. She fell face first onto the bed and Jake followed draped across her back like a cape. "I love it when you play with my ass," she said. "Are you going to stick your thing up there?" "In the near future," Jake replied, "but not tonight. Tonight I'm going to make up for all the time your pussy has waited patiently for a dick". True to his word, for the next hour, he ate and screwed her though countless climaxes. Finally, she said she was starting to get sore inside. Jake spun her around and the siblings enjoyed sixty-nine until Jake came in her eagerly-sucking mouth. She licked him clean and they cuddled up on the bed. "So much for my research," she said. "The real thing was beyond my wildest expectations. You were so gentle and sweet to me, now I love you even more. It's going to be tough to see you with all those other girls and women. It's also going to be hard to keep up my façade as your sister when all I want to do is be your woman in your arms." "You'll always be my Princess; we'll find time for us and we will keep our relationship to ourselves. You need to date and discover that I'm not the only guy out there who thinks you are a gift from heaven," Jake replied. She kissed him and told him how much she loved him, then climbed out of the bed and headed for the shower. Jake joined her and made sure she was squeaky clean. They got dressed and Jake drove them home, Angie plastered to his side. Later that night Angie snuck into his bedroom and crawled into bed with him. She snuggled into his arms and they slept blissfully. Jake woke up at six. He was lying on his side and Angie was tight against his back, her arm and leg thrown possessively over him. Jake slipped out of bed, did his morning thing, then returned to the bedroom and kissed her awake. Angie purred and sat up; she stretched and let the sheet fall to expose her perky little breasts. "I feel too good for it to be legal," she said, "lets go run". After her ablutions in his bath, Angie snuck back to her room to dress. Jake met her in the kitchen and they pounded the pavement for six miles. Angie griped about how sore her little thingy was and Jake teased her about being insatiable. They were out of breath but laughing when they arrived home. Jake came down stairs after his shower. Everyone was sitting in the breakfast nook reading the Sunday paper. Jake grabbed the business section and tried to ignore the arch looks he was getting from Debbie and Helen. Angie kept her head down but she was blushing furiously. Charles was oblivious to it all as he read the sports section. "So, how was your day yesterday, Jake?" Debbie asked, much too sweetly. "Okay, I guess, nothing very special," he said with a straight face. Someone kicked him under the table. He flinched and all three women cracked up. A bewildered Charles rustled his paper and looked at the laughing trio. "What's so funny?" he asked. After another fit of laughter, Helen said, "Girl talk, honey, go back to your paper". Charles smiled ruefully and nodded in befuddlement. At church that morning, Debbie asked Cindy and Laurie over to swim in the new pool. The two girls went to get permission with Jake's folks following Cindy to say hello to Jack and Theresa. Charles pulled Jack aside to schedule a meeting to discuss financing an expansion of his business and the mothers chatted about shopping for daughters. Finally, Laurie came over with the news that her parents had given the OK and it was agreed that they would come over at one-thirty. That afternoon, Jake and his dad were hanging on to the side of the pool at the deep end talking shop. The women had yet to make an appearance. Charles was telling Jake about scouting out locations for a new store in the Orlando area. Charles was in mid-sentence when his mouth dropped open and he stopped talking. Jake turned his head in the direction Charles had been looking. "Holy shit!" Jake blurted. The Turner women, Cindy, and Laurie were strolling across the patio like the opening sequence of 'Bay Watch'. They all, including the diminutive Cindy, were wearing very brightly colored bikinis. "Son, I think we died and went to heaven," said a bug-eyed Charles. "You have no idea how true that is for me," Jake said cryptically. The giggling gaggle dove and jumped into the pool around the two men. Soon they were all splashing each other and grab-assing around. Helen and Laurie tormented Charles while the other three tried to dunk Jake. Helen laughed at Charles as he faked a woeful expression when Laurie crawled her hot little body all over him trying to push his head under water. Debbie decided to come to her dad's rescue and dragged Laurie away. Jake noticed that Debbie was being nonchalant about where she put her hands and that Laurie wasn't complaining. Jake caught Debbie's eye and she gave him the grin as she absently grabbed Laurie's butt. Finally, the women exited the pool and lay on the poolside loungers to catch some sun. "Mom's exercise is paying off," Jake said to Charles. "It sure is and she has me coming home at lunch three days a week now to work out with her," enthused Charles. "That's great, dad; I bet it's fun," Jake teased. Charles gave him a look. "You can't imagine how much, son. She is really into it and makes me work hard but afterward..." when he realized who he was talking to, even Charles' bald spot turned red. "Go on dad, don't keep me in suspense," Jake urged. "I don't know why I'm telling you this but-um-uh", he stammered, "well, she insists that I check her progress". Jake cracked up and, as the women looked at him curiously, said, "Way to go, you lucky dog". The men jumped out of the pool and Charles rolled out the grill. Debbie took Laurie upstairs to see if she could use any of the clothes that Deb had outgrown. Jake took Cindy by the hand and led her into the house while Angie and Helen gabbed about school and shopping. Jake led Cindy into the family room and they were soon making out. Jake was exploring her petite body when she put her hand on his dick for the first time. She massaged his boner through his bathing suit as he slipped his hand down her bikini bottom. Her pubic hair was fine and sparse and she was hot, wet, and sticky, well beyond the pool water dampness. Cindy broke their kiss, "You are so big Jake, you'll split me in half when we make love." Jake did not say anything but thought that splitting would be unlikely, but extreme tightness would be a really good thing when the time came; their solitude was broken by footsteps on the stairs. Debbie came down holding a shopping bag and leading a glassy-eyed Laurie. Jake and Cindy quickly rearranged themselves. Debbie pulled Laurie down to sit next to her on the love seat. Cindy pointed to the bag, "Did you find anything you liked?" "She showed me a some nice things and I'll show them to you at my house," Laurie said. Jake caught the double meaning of her words and looked at Debbie. Deb smiled and dropped her hand on Laurie's thigh. "She has such a cute little body, she looks good in anything," Debbie said. Cindy finally caught on and looked at Laurie sharply. Laurie blushed and dropped her eyes. Jake said he was ready to hit the pool again and stood up. Cindy and Laurie went first and, as Debbie passed by Jake, she waved her finger under his nose. Charles had cooked burgers and dogs on the grill. The teens wolfed down everything that hit the table, then charged back into the pool. Helen and Charles joined them after cleaning up. The girls redoubled their attention on the guys and Laurie was hanging on Charles like a cheap suit. For his part, Charles tried to act like he didn't like her on him. Helen watched in amusement and joined her daughters with Jake while Cindy decided to help her friend. They had water fights where one of the girls sat on each guy's shoulders and tried to unseat each other. Charles had never experienced so much flesh pressed against his. Little Laurie especially squirmed on his neck and pressed her breast tightly to his head. The party broke up around six o'clock and everyone went out to see Laurie and Cindy off. Everyone got hugs and Charles and Jake both got kisses. Charles turned scarlet when he felt little Laurie try to poke her tongue in his mouth. After Cindy's little Fiat cleared the driveway, Charles grabbed Helen's hand and practically drug her into the house. Helen gladly followed her caveman. Jake called Sara at seven that night and asked for Dr. Douglas' phone number. He called Jody, yakked for a few minutes, and then called the Doctor. Christopher Douglas Sr. answered the phone on the third ring. Jake identified himself and they chit chatted for a couple of minutes. Then Jake asked if Chris knew anything about the best way to get ballet tickets. Dr Douglas responded that he himself had season tickets to the Central Florida Ballet. Jake asked if Chris could get him a pair of tickets for the Saturday of Columbus Day Weekend. Christopher said consider it done and thanked Jake for all he had done for Sara and his son. Jake said he hadn't done anything special but thanks anyway. Vicki called him right on cue at seven-thirty. He told her to wear a black skirt that wasn't form fitting and a pink sweater to school Monday with her hair up on the Japanese sticks. She told him what a good time she had Saturday and rang off with a "goodnight, Daddy." The parents never returned from upstairs and at ten Jake called it a night. When he kissed his sisters, Angie clung to him. "No buts, I'm sleeping with you tonight," she told him. How could he do anything but smile and nod? Jake decided he must seem weird to his friends because he liked school so much. Whoever said high school was the best time of life had it exactly right in Jake's case. He breezed into homeroom and got an eyeful of Mrs. Greer. She was wearing what he had suggested and looked like a schoolteacher from a music video. Her legs were displayed nicely in her skirt and heels and you could see her nipples pressing into her sweater, if you looked close. Jake gave her a clandestine thumbs-up and took his seat. Jake was the last to leave her class and gave her a note as he went through the door. Vicki took the note back to her desk and opened it. She read it quickly and almost peed herself. Erika met Jake at his locker before their chemistry class and they walked together to the lab. Erika took his hand as he carried her books. She gushed about the dance and the fun she had; then asked him if could come over after practice and help her with her math. Jake doubted math was going to be what they studied as she was taking Algebra II while he was in Geometry, but he agreed anyway. Jake got Rebecca Doane alone in the stacks and asked her if she would go to the ballet with him on October 9th. She hesitated for a fraction of a minute then said yes. Jake gave her a hug and went back to searching for a book on how the brain learns. At the two-twenty dismissal bell, Jake walked to Vicki Greer's classroom. He opened the door, stepped in, and locked the door behind him. Vicki was sitting demurely at her desk. She jumped when he shot the lock bolt home. Jake walked over to her and stood behind her chair. Lying on top of her desk were a pair of moist pink panties and a ruler. "Stand up," Jake said firmly. She stood; a tremor ran down her body. Jake sat in her chair and pushed it back. He looked at her and wordlessly she lay across his lap. Jake flipped up her skirt and admired her cute little tushy. He picked up the ruler and touched it to her buns. "This might leave a mark," he said. "Bill hasn't seen my ass in five years; so that won't matter," she replied. Jake swatted her left butt cheek with the ruler. Vicki stifled a moan and pushed her butt up higher. Jake was not into administering undeserved pain so he was not going to hit her too hard. Besides, he somehow knew that it was mostly the ceremony of the discipline that Vicki craved. "Maybe its time you start showing it to him." SMACK. "OOOOhhh, why Jacob?" "Because you are his wife and he will be the father of your children. But mostly because you deserve to be loved all the time". SMACK. "UUMmmm, What if he still doesn't want me?" "How could he resist you? You are sexy and sweetly seductive. Try it; he might surprise you. Also he just might knock you up without my help." SMACK, SMACK. Vicki agreed to give it her best effort and Jake rewarded her with a dozen more swats. She came during the last three. Jake had to stuff her panties in her mouth to keep her quiet. At the end, she had red marks but no welts; he kissed them and drew his tongue through her crack to spark a final orgasm. ------- Bill Greer fell in love that night with someone other than himself. The Shrew he had married became the Kate of his dreams. For her part, Vicki noticed for the first time how distinguished and handsome her hubby really was. She was pleasantly surprised that, with a little tutoring, he was a more than adequate cocksman. The deal was sealed when Vicki climbed naked across his lap and said, "Spank me Big Daddy, I've been a baaad little girl". ------- Jake left Mrs. Greer's classroom and hightailed it to the locker room. Football practice was grueling but satisfying. Ray Robinson had recruited some guys off the track team for the new offense and Kennedy now had two sets of speed burners to rotate as wide receivers. Jake was pleased that one of the recruits was Scott Hughes, his lab partner. Jake could not figure out how someone as ungainly as Scott could run so fast. Scott would take off at the snap and motor down the field like his ass was on fire. Too bad he had hands of stone. Scott could not catch a cold, but he would be a great decoy. Jake watched him in action and it struck him that Scott looked different. Three plays later, as the ball bounced off Scott's chest for the umpteenth time it dawned on him -- no glasses. Jake double-timed over to Scott and asked him where they were. "I took them off so I wouldn't break them," Scott said. Sometimes a person could be too smart thought Jake; aloud he said, "Can you see the ball when it's coming at you?" Scott looked a Jake a minute and the lights clicked on. "I'll go get them." The improvement was dramatic and a secret weapon was born. Scott looked like Mr. Magoo when he took his position, but when the ball was snapped he left his defender in a cloud of dust. He could not zig or zag but he was awesome running the fly down the sideline or a post pattern. Scott ran laps with Jake that day and commented on how the players seemed to run it two groups, one black, and one white. Scott's observation forced Jake to think about the racial tension he had peripherally noted existing at Kennedy High. Jake guessed it was to be expected, after all, they were in the Deep South, and schools had only been integrated for a few years. Something else for him to ponder. Jake was ambivalent about race relations. He liked whom he liked, regardless of race, creed, or color. At the same time, he recognized that some stereotypes were spot on and, while he could accept cultural differences, he did not feel compelled to embrace them. He had concluded long ago that people gravitated to those with whom they had the most in common. That was not racism; it was human nature. Jake dropped in to speak with Coach Nelson after practice. Ol' Coach sure was in a good mood today. Jake guessed that Sara must have given him the treatment. It was hard to be overly macho if some 125-pound love machine kept your testicles drained of testosterone. Nelson greeted Jake effusively and raved about Sara for five minutes. Geez, this was sick -- love and good pussy had turned Coach Gruff into Mister Sensitive. "Ah, gee, that's great Coach, but can we talk about what I'm here for?" Brian Nelson smiled ruefully. "Sorry Jake but it's your fault I'm in love so I think the rule is you have to listen to me get maudlin. What can I do for you?" "When you and Sara move in together, I would like to sublet your place until the lease expires," Jake said. "I don't know about that Jake. The rent is $225 a month and I would be responsible for anything happening there." "I understand your concerns Coach, but I can afford the rent and I won't use your place for parties or anything. You can come by and check it out anytime you want." "Let me discuss this with Sara and I'll let you know," Nelson said. "Fair enough," Jake said. Jake rode to the Johansson's house with the ever-reticent Erik. Erik dropped him off with a muttered something to do and Jake knocked on the door. Helga answered looking very spiffy and very welcoming. Jake swiftly swept her into his arms and gave her a prolonged kiss. When she finally and reluctantly stepped back, Jake feigned surprise. "I'm so sorry Mrs. Johansson, I thought you were Erika," he lied with a smile. She giggled just like her daughter and said, "No problem, Erika is in the dining room". Just about then, Erika walked in on them. She started to kiss Jake, then pulled back. She reached out, wiped his lip with her finger, and, with a stormy look, stuck the finger in his face. It was covered with Helga's lipstick. "Whose is this?" Jake laughed and told her the story; she did not sound convinced but a giggling and blushing Helga confirmed his tale. They went into the living room and sat on the sofa. "Now I'll have to pry my mom off you when you come over," Erika said petulantly. Then she turned serious, "I didn't ask you over to do home work, but I do need your help". "Anything for you," Jake responded. "Jake, it's about my brother. He does not seem interested in girls and he has become so withdrawn. I think he might be on drugs". Jake suppressed a smile. He was sure that Erik was not taking drugs and fairly certain he knew what the real problem was. "I know just the person who can help," said Jake. He stayed for supper with the Johansson's. Sven was working in Tampa and would not get home until late. Erik was stoically silent throughout the meal and excused himself as soon as it was over. Helga flirted outrageously with Jake. Erika rolled her eyes in disbelief at her mom's behavior. Jake laid it on thick, telling her how much she and Erika looked like sisters. Come to think of it, he realized that it was not all that far from the actual truth. God, he loved these Nordic women, he thought, as he sat surrounded by an acre of creamy skin and a Rapunzel worth of flaxen hair. Erik drove Jake home. Jake drew him into a conversation about the football team and could see that something was clearly bothering Eric; the big guy needed help. Jake looked at his trusty plastic Timex -- eight-thirty; he hoped it was not too late to call a certain someone. Jake crawled into his bed at ten; Debbie crawled in at five minutes later, ready for action. She gnawed a hole in his pillowcase muffling her cries as her gave her the treatment. After thirty minutes of raw carnality, Debbie started to slip out of bed. Jake stopped her. "Debbie, I want you to turn your sexual aggression down just a couple of notches. It's okay to like sex but you need to be a little more discreet and a little less of a predator. You are beautiful and sexy, but you are also young. Don't let your reputation and future be ruined just to prove that you can bag any male or female you see. Especially since you know you can." Debbie sat there looking at him for over a minute without speaking. Jake thought he had screwed up big-time. Then Debbie started talking. "I guess I have gone kinda wild. I love the feeling I get when I seduce someone, but I get your point. I'll cool it for a while -- but I'm not becoming a nun." "Fair enough," said Jake, "but the sight of you in a nun's habit would be truly hot." She punched him in the arm. Jake rubbed where she hit him; it might not have been a wise idea to teach her how to punch, he thought. They kissed and hugged and Jake was snoring by eleven. ------- Tuesday was another gorgeous day, late September reminded you of why you lived in Florida. Daytime temperatures were in the low 80's and it dropped into the 60's at night. Jake was smiling as he walked into homeroom; "it's good to be me," he thought. Vicki Greer was dazzling this morning; all the guys were staring at her as if she just stepped out of a centerfold. They had good reason to stare. For the first time since school started her hair was down. She wore a shorter skirt than normal and you could clearly see she was braless under her tight sweater. Jake gave her a look and she boldly smiled at him. Her crimson lipstick was also a new addition and caused a twitch in Jake's pants. During class, she was witty, vivacious and flirted her ass off. The males in the class pitched more tents than a Boy Scout jamboree and the females just got a new role model. Mrs. Greer stopped Jake on his way out of class. He stood at her desk until the last student filed out. "I like your new look," Jake said. "Bill helped me pick it out. He said he wanted his sexy new wife to strut her stuff more." "So, I'm guessing it went well for you last night." "It was amazing", she said, "How did you know it would be that way?" "I didn't know anything, I just thought you deserved more at home and I figured you were now equipped to get it," Jake said. "I wonder about you sometimes, Jake; you are wise beyond your years. Anyway, what about you and me now?" "What about us, Vicki? If you are happy at home we can take a break; if you aren't pregnant in a month or so we can talk again." Vicki looked hurt, "That's not what I expected you to say; don't you want me any more?" "Listen Vicki, you are incredible in every way; of course I still want you. Nevertheless, you don't need any distractions while you put your marriage back together. Let's give it a month and then we'll talk about it. Meanwhile I still want you to be my friend; you have been the answer to all my schoolboy fantasies." She gave him a throaty laugh, "Yes Jacob", she said, pressing his hand to her breast. "You did very well in the fantasy department yourself. Bye for now." Jake thought about Vicki Greer during his next class. Something was definitely going on that he could not get his arms around. How did he know that it would work out for the Greers? And what about Sara and Coach Nelson? Was it his destiny in this new life to fix many things just because his predecessor had broken so many before? He was beginning to understand why his brain functioned so well in this life. When his mind entered Jake's brain, it started to automatically wire itself in the same configuration it was using in its old brain. Jake's brain was vacant but neural pathways were still present. Jake was left hemisphere dominant so when Jay's mind occupied the right hemisphere it was accustomed to, it found easy paths to spread out to the left. Jake was using more of his brain daily and the effect seemed to compound as it moved forward. Jake had the thought that maybe he should do more with this second chance than help a few people and get himself laid. He knew with a clear crystalline certainty that his actions now would not have any negative impact on the future; time actually was not like that. As soon as he was somehow transported into the comatose Jake, time had split into two branches. The timeline he came from went hurtling on its course, as did the one he occupied now. He had never been ambitious but he had always sought and accepted responsibility. Maybe he had a responsibility to insure the future he was moving toward was not as fucked up as the one he came from. ------- Chapter 15 Jake was standing at his locker still ruminating about his purpose in life when Erika pressed up against him. A large breast was deliciously pushing into his back when she licked his ear. "My mother acted goofy all night last night. Although you may be an evil man, you are hereby invited to supper Thursday,"she said. Jake let her ramble on; he took her books and her hand and drug her towards chemistry. Erika congratulated Scott on making the football team and they got to work. The three went to lunch together and sat at their usual table. Jake noticed that Scott's glasses were in his pocket and his pocket protector was absent. Nan Cox, the JV cheerleader, was sitting next to Scott in a flash. She made goo-goo eyes at him while he faked being unimpressed. Nan was a little cutie and she was sending vibes that indicated Scott had a chance of soon becoming one lucky nerd. Erik sat down with them but stayed out of the conversation. Angie came over and Jake nodded for her to sit next to Erik. Erik gave her a doleful look then turned his attention back to his tray. He was clearly uncomfortable in her presence. Jake was watching Angie and Erik when another scheme popped into his head. That day in study hall, Jake was sitting at the reference table in the library when Miss Doane slid into the chair opposite him. "What's so interesting, Jacob?" "Besides sweet librarians, I'm interested in how learning takes place in early childhood," Jake said. "Why?" "Because sweet librarians are so romantic." She blushed, "I mean why about childhood learning". "Well it just seems curious to me that you can know things that you can't remember learning. I know a lot but can't remember anything, how is that possible? Shouldn't there be some of the old Jake hidden somewhere in here?" He tapped his head. "Anyway sweet romantic librarians are much more interesting," he teased, as he closed the book. Rebecca stared at him in awe. Not once since she met him had he said or done anything that didn't resonate with her psyche. In addition, he always looked right into her eyes as he talked to her; it was as if he could drill directly into her core. Sometimes as they talked, she caught herself leaning toward him, her lips drawn to his like iron filings to a magnet. She knew that if he made any hint of a move she would be in bed with him in a minute. Maybe she even needed to take the initiative. Jake brought her back to reality. "I always see you writing at you desk; what's that all about?" he asked. "I just love to write, I know I have a novel in here somewhere," she tapped her head. "You are a romantic who runs a library full of reference books; why not write a Historical Romance?" Jake asked. "A what?" Jake explained the concept and Miss Doane listened in rapt attention. It was exactly the kick-off impetus she needed. The career of the successful and prolific 'Rebecca Doone', undisputed queen of the Bodice Ripper genre was off and running, even though they did not know the magnitude of that yet. The team watched game films of St John's High, their next opponent and conference rival, that afternoon. St. John's had a passing offense -- a rarity these days -- and they were outright dangerous. With three wins, one loss, and undefeated in the conference, they would just about walk away with the conference championship if they beat Kennedy. Jake studied their offense carefully and noted that they played a standard 70's era passing game. The reason for their success was the play of their quarterback. Jake vaguely remembered him as having later been a big star at Florida State and a backup in the NFL for a few years. Jake grinned wolfishly; he looked forward to meeting the guy, early and often, on Friday night. Angie was his Tuesday night snuggle bunny. She decided that all she wanted him to do was lay there. Jake complied and for thirty delightful minutes, Angie gave him a dose of his own medicine. She alternated between sucking and riding him, switching places before he could come. Finally, she showed him mercy and hoovered out a quart of his cum. Well... maybe not a quart but it was a monumental orgasm. As he was cumming Angie's cheeks bulged out and jism seeped from the corners of her mouth. Jake finally stopped spewing and Angie daintily wiped the cum off her face and licked her fingers clean. She snuggled up next to Jake and they slept like bunny babies. Wednesday at school was uneventful until study hall. Jake was reading B.F. Skinner's "Behaviorism" when Miss Doane came for him. "Jacob can you help me move some books from the store room to the library cart?" "Sure Miss Doane," he replied. He jumped up and followed her to the back of the library. She unlocked a door marked 'text storage' and let him in. The door self-locked behind them and Rebecca put her hand on his arm. "Jacob I don't know how to thank you," she said. "Thank me for what?" "For pointing me in the right direction for my book, I stayed up late and almost finished the first chapter. I'm going to research here and write at home," she said. "That's great, but I didn't help much, you had it all in your head to begin with. I just kinda helped you find it." Then he changed the subject. "I'm really looking forward to escorting you to the ballet." "Me too, Jacob; now stop talking and kiss me." She took off her glasses and molded her small body to his; he bent down and kissed her. She grabbed the back of this head and shot her tongue into his mouth. That was a surprise! All their kisses until then had been gentle and almost chaste. She hungrily probed his mouth with her hot little tongue and rubbed herself against him. They broke the kiss and Rebecca stepped back. She was flushed and breathing hard. Her tiny nipples were trying to push their way through her bra. "Wow", said Jake. "Double wow," she said. They loaded up the gondola and Jake pushed it to her desk. He hoped his hard-on wasn't too obvious. He was on his way out of the library, the last to leave as usual when Miss Doane met him in front of her desk. She put her small hand on his arm and said, "I almost forgot, my sister wants to meet you; can you have dinner with us Sunday"? Jake loved how she always touched him as they talked. "It would be my pleasure," he said. She handed him a slip of paper with her address and phone number and squeezed his arm. "I'll probably need your help again tomorrow," she said. Jake smiled and sprinted to the locker room. After practice, Jake asked Erik to give him a ride home. They were seated in Erik's truck when Jake asked him to wait a minute before he pulled out of the parking lot. Jake sure hoped he got this right. "Listen buddy, I know something is bothering you. Your family thinks it might be drugs." Jake said. Erik flinched but sat in stony silence. Jake continued, "I don't think it's drugs, I think you are going through some changes you don't know how to handle. I'd like you to talk to friend of mine; he suffered the same thing I believe you are going through. He might be able to make it easier or at least clearer for you. If I'm wrong about this, I'm sorry; but as your friend, I have to do something. I'm going to remain your friend and respect you privacy no matter what." Eric gave him a malignant stare but Jake met his gaze calmly. "When can I meet him?" Erik finally croaked. Jake gave Erik directions to Sara's house; Dr. Douglas was waiting in the driveway. Jake introduced them and went into the house. Erik and the doctor talked for a few minutes then left in the Mercedes. A long wait had Jake starting to pace; after thirty minutes of that he blew a huge sigh of relief when they finally pulled back into the driveway. They must have been doing some heavy duty talking because they were gone for well over an hour. Erik and Dr. Douglas got out of the doc's car and shook hands. Erik walked to his truck and Jake went to shake Christopher Douglas' hand. "You did a good thing Jake; you are an amazing young man. Maybe someday you'll tell me about yourself." "Maybe someday, Dr. Douglas, thanks for talking to Erik, I hope it helped him." "I think it did, he's a good kid; he'll figure it out," the doctor said. "Thanks again, Doc, and thanks for the ballet tickets." "Jake, after what I saw you just do for Erik, a couple of tickets is nothing. " They shook hands and Jake headed for Erik's truck. When he and Erik were on the road to Jake's house Erik finally spoke. "You got a lot of balls, Turner, to even consider doing something like that," Eric said, and then he smiled for the first time in weeks. That night Jake huddled with Angie to put phase two in place. At first, Angie looked at him as if he had farted in church. However, after another couple of minutes of explaining, she got it and gave him a kiss to make the bargain official. Sven Johansson called and spoke to Charles Turner for twenty minutes that night. Then Charles and Helen huddled for fifteen minutes. His dad came into the living room and asked Jake to come into the kitchen. Both his parents were misty-eyed as they relayed Sven's heart-felt gratitude. Jake said it was nothing and wouldn't divulge anything that happened, citing his promise to respect Erik's privacy. Charles understood but Helen wanted details. "Give it a rest Helen," Charles said firmly and held out his hand to her. It was hard to say who was shocked the most when Helen said okay dear, took his hand, and quietly, obediently followed him upstairs. Jake, Debbie, and Angie exchanged glances and Debbie said, "Way to go, Dad". Lunch on Thursday was a regular love fest at Jake's table. Nan Cox was half-way in Scott's lap, Erika was making it plain that Jake was already taken, and Erik and Angie were talking quietly while they held hands. Jake was happy with the way things turned out. Erik would have a beard in Angie while he sorted out his sexual orientation and Angie would be seen dating a major hunk. Erik had gotten to talk to someone who let him know he wasn't the first person to be confused about his or her sexuality. Dr. Douglas had the opportunity to help another person avoid some of the pain he had suffered. Last, but not least, the Johanssons had their son and brother back. Now maybe I can concentrate on simply getting laid thought Jake. Study hall was pleasant, he helped Miss Doane again, and she thanked him nicely. He thought she looked almost disappointed when he only kissed and held her. She sure did wriggle in his arms as they kissed. Football practice consisted of working on new plays that Coach Nelson dreamed up. Some of them were incredibly clever. Jake thought that Coach must be able to think better now that Sara was relieving him of the excess testosterone. Nelson called him into his office after practice. "No can do on the sublet Jake." He said without preamble. "Because of your age you can't sign the damage waiver. Sara did manage to rent it part time and she is holding the keys for the renters. But for as long as the part timers are not here and if you clean up after yourself, you can use the place, okay?" Yes! "Thanks coach, I'll be careful and clean it up don't worry. Uh, you don't know if it's being used Saturday do you?" Coach laughed and handed him a key ring with a big "J" on it. "Sara knows you well, doesn't she?" Nelson said. That evening, Angie dropped Jake off at the Johansson's door. Neither vehicle was in the driveway and Jake hoped he hadn't mixed up the date. He rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. He knocked on the door again and was just about to leave when a flustered Helga yanked it open. "I thought I was here on the wrong day." Jake said. "You're just early, come on in. The kids are at the store getting some rolls; they'll be back in a few minutes." "You look beautiful tonight," Jake said. She did. Instead of her usual house frock, she was wearing a shimmery dress the same color blue as her eyes. Her long blonde hair hung to her lower back replacing the braids that usually wrapped around her head. She was made up and smelled of Shalimar. She was probably carrying ten extra pounds but nine of that was in her chest so it was okay with Jake. "Thank you, Jake; can you fasten this for me?" She turned around and held her hands behind her neck; she was clutching the ends of a long gold chain. Jake made a production of sweeping her hair off her neck and over her shoulder and then took the chain and fastened it. He traced his fingers around both sides and followed the chain to where it disappeared into her cleavage. He lightly caressed the tops of her creamy breasts as he smoothed out the links. "That should do it," Jake said as he dropped his hands. Helga just stood there with her back to him, "T-T-Thank you", she stuttered. Jake grinned at her sudden nervousness, time to up the ante. "You look wonderful; I never knew your hair was so long and beautiful or that you were so stacked." Helga turned around and looked at him, her lips moved but nothing came out. "You need to dress that way more often. Maybe not as formal but something that shows you off. I like looking at you and I'll bet Sven does too." He said. Mentioning Sven broke the ice and Helga regained her composure. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "You are a dangerously charming young man. I'm going to go finish dinner; why don't you keep me company while I cook," She said. Jake followed her into the kitchen, enjoying the view of her walking in front of him. Helga knew it and swayed her hips a little. Jake was glad that she was willing to flirt a little. He was also glad that she got the message that looking and flirting were the extent of his ambitions toward her. He really liked these people and he didn't want anything to jeopardize his friendship with Erik and Sven. Not to mention Erika, she was jealous enough already. The thought of a pissed-off Erika coming after him scared the shit out of him. He parked his butt on a bar stool and Helga got him a Coke. She sat it on the counter, leaning over to show him more cleavage. She held her pose until she saw Jake looking and gave him a sultry smile. She was good at this game, thought Jake; Sven was a lucky guy. Erik and Erika came in just after Helga straightened up. The twins trooped into the kitchen with a couple of bags of groceries. Erik plopped down next to Jake and Erika started helping her mom. Jake and Erik talked about the tomorrow's game and how they could best neutralize St. John's quarterback. Sven arrived home from work and joined their conversation. Jake was impressed, but not surprised, when he found out Sven had been a starting tackle for the University of Minnesota Golden Gophers. Sven Johansson told Jake that he was Vice President of Collier and Associates, an advertising company big in the Midwest. He was here to open a couple of offices to serve the growing tourism industry in Central Florida. Sven had convinced Collier that the South was the next boom in the economy and they should get in on the ground floor. He envisioned six to eight offices throughout the Southern States, opening a couple of offices a year. Jake asked Sven if they would take on a client as small as the TFA Superstore. Sven said sure they did; some of their biggest accounts started as small operations. Collier could and would ramp up the services they provided as the client grew. "Do you represent individuals?" Jake asked. "We have done some work for Hollywood to promote studio finds, but usually individuals have publicists," Sven said. "Who do you know that needs an Advertising Agency?" "A lot of people might, especially if you had people who could help with how the public perceives someone, a politician for instance." You could almost see the wheels turning in Sven's head as he considered what Jake said. "Jake, that is an idea that might have some merit, I'll check it out." "If you decided it's a worthwhile idea I'd like to be your first client." "Whatever for?" asked Sven. Oh, I don't know; is it too soon to start running for President?" replied Jake. Dinner with the Johanssons was great and Jake enjoyed himself immensely. Helga vamped for Sven all evening to the amusement of the teenagers and Erika paid Jake the same attention. Erik included himself in the conversation all evening. You could feel the rightness of this family. Debbie picked him up at nine-thirty, Erika and her mom both kissed him goodnight, and the men shook hands as fast friends. Friday the school was abuzz in anticipation of the football game with St. Johns. There was a pep rally last period and the school was covered with hand-lettered posters exhorting Kennedy to the conference title, a little premature perhaps but indicative of the importance of the game. Jake barely had enough alone time with Erika to ask her if she still wanted to take care of their unfinished business Saturday. She said she would pick him up at nine am and would bring Helga's Trojans with her. The pep rally was superior and everyone was motivated when they left campus. Jake went home and tried to relax. Angie and Debbie helped by cuddling up with him on his bed. At five o'clock Jake and Debbie headed for the school. Angie and the folks were leaving at six-thirty. The Johanssons, Sorensons, and Turners had staked out a section of the bleachers and were meeting there before kickoff. Sara was picking up Cindy, Jody, and Angie. Erika was bringing Erik's truck and would meet up with Sara's bunch in the section where the players' girlfriends sat. The stands were filled that night in Panther Stadium. Besides the JFK home crowd, a large contingent from St Johns made the short trip to cheer on their team. For once, the game lived up to the hype and expectations. The first half saw two evenly matched teams play their collective asses off. When the teams filled into their respective locker rooms, the score was knotted at 14-all. Coach Nelson gave an inspiring half-time speech and the Panthers were psyched. Jake pulled Coach aside for a couple of minutes and asked him if he could try something different on defense in the second half. The Coach listened and nodded affirmatively. Jake had played a good first half on both sides of the ball. He caught a couple of passes and ran an end-around for a ten-yard gain. He played excellent linebacker, making the plays he should have made, and he controlled the middle of the field. Coach had just given him permission to play only defense to allow him to concentrate on stopping St Johns' offense. The second half was all Kennedy. Magoo Hughes brought in every third offensive play and then would split out wide right. When the ball was snapped, Hughes ran just fast enough to keep the safeties attention and usually the ball was passed to someone trailing him. On the third play of the second half however, Hughes put on a burst of speed, and Brad threw the ball downfield ahead of him. He raced under the ball, caught it, and zipped into the end zone. On the following series, Jake decided to blitz every play. On the first snap, Jake pushed past the center and guard and headed for Mr. All-American. The quarterback saw him coming and unloaded the ball incomplete. The second play Jake rushed in from the right and broke through the line just as the ball was being handed off. The runner took two steps before Jake leveled him for a loss. The next play the quarterback dropped back and Jake used a spin move to skirt by the left tackle. The quarterback never saw him. Jake dropped him like a bad habit; the quarterback got up groggily and wasn't very effective after that. That was pretty much the ball game. Ray Robinson broke off a forty-yard touchdown run on Kennedy's next possession and Jake and his defense generally stifled St Johns' offense. The final score was 34-20. After showers, most of the jubilant players went to the Steak and Shake. Jake hung out with them for a while, then pleading tiredness, cadged a ride home. He figured that he might need to rest up for tomorrow and Erika. How right he was. Erika showed up at the Turners' front door at a quarter to nine Saturday morning. She chitchatted with the parents while Jake threw on his clothes. They were out the door and on the road at five till. Erika had Erik's truck and drove as Jake gave directions. Erika was clearly excited. Her usual reserve was replaced with animation. Jake put his hand on her knee and the muscles of her leg rippled in little waves. They hadn't gone a block and already he could smell her arousal. She was hot to trot! Jake had barely closed the door of Coach's apartment when she was on him like a hungry dog on a meat truck. She was kissing him fiercely and trying to pull off her clothes at the same time. Jake pushed her back and held her at arms length. "Take it easy, we've got all day," he said. "Easy for you to say, you probably got laid last night; I've been waiting sixteen years for this," she rejoined. Jake watched her as she undressed. He marveled at each patch of skin she exposed; nude at last, she stood, arms akimbo, gauging his reaction. He eyed her up and down; the laws of gravity were suspended for her big breasts, and her sparse pussy hair needed no trimming. She was softly feminine but wasn't fat. "Do I pass muster?" she asked. "Oh yeah", Jake said reverently, "you are the first woman I've ever met who looks better naked than dressed up". Jake shed his clothes and gave her the same chance to examine him. She looked him up and down and smiled. "I didn't know a man could be look as good as you; you are perfect", she reached out and took his dick in her hand, "Let's go to the bedroom". Once she had a hold of his dick she did not let it go, it was either in her pussy, hand, or mouth for the next four hours. They found the bedroom and fell on to the full sized bed. Jake kissed her and played with her breasts. He started moving to feast on her pussy when she grabbed his head and pulled him up until he was nestled between her impossibly long legs. "I don't need any preliminaries, put on a rubber, and get that thing in me." Oh shit, the rubbers! Jake jumped up, raced to the small kitchen, and frantically dug through their clothes. Eureka! He found Helga's gift pack of Trojans and ran full tilt back to the bedroom. Erika was still lying where he left her, but now she had her knees pulled up and she was absently playing with her nipples. Jake ripped open the box of condoms, extracted one, and tossed the box next to the bed. He tore off the foil and rolled the latex balloon down his shaft. Erika watched the whole operation with interest. From now on, she'd take care of that little chore. Jake knee-walked between her spread thighs and eased the head of his dick against her slit. He rubbed it around in the river of juices glistening on her lips, and then set himself at her opening. Pushing a little, he got the head past her tight entrance. "Uhm," Erika hummed. Jake advanced slowly; alert to stop when he hit her maidenhead. She was just tight enough to make his dick feel good and wet enough to facilitate his progress. Jake kept pushing and finally bottomed out. He looked down at Erika and she smiled blissfully back. "I got rid of my hymen with mama's vibrator last year. It was my first lover," Erika explained. Erika moved her hips tentative as Jake held himself still in her. She hooked her legs over his calves and rolled her hips experimentally. "Alright big boy, show me what you got," she purred. Jake pulled back and they were off. Jake worked her pussy relentlessly. And Erika met him thrust for thrust. She had a way of swinging her ass that made his dick feel like it was attached to a milking machine, her pussy clamping down on his love muscle as her hips rotated in counter rhythm. He braced himself on his out stretched arms and she pulled her knees back to her tits to give him room. SLAM, he drove into her with all his might. Her breathing turned staccato, and her hips arched off the bed lifting him until his weight was balanced on his fingertips and the head of his dick. "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH Jake, OOOOHHHhhhh honey," she screamed as she came. "More, I want more." Jake pulled her legs up over his shoulders and her eyes got big as he penetrated another inch into her. He reached down and grabbed a perfect ass cheek in each hand and tried to ram his dick through her pussy and out her mouth. She grabbed his arms and squeezed, her head came up then fell back on the pillow as another orgasm hit her. She wailed her appreciation as Jake came, filling the Trojan with about a billion spermy wormies. Erika was made for sex; Jake was reaping the benefits of thousands of years of evolution on the frozen tundra. She was strong, flexible, and unafraid to experiment. She was the Energizer Bunny on steroids and she gave Jake the ride of his life. It was the smelliest, sweatiest, most satisfying sex Jake had ever experienced. If there was better pussy than this Viking Goddess, Odin kept it for himself. For her part, Erika could not get enough of Jake's cock. He showed her different positions and she liked them all. However, heaven to her was being on her back with her man pounding her spasming little pussy, her long smooth legs wrapped around his waist. Oh sure, she got off on having him in her mouth and thought it was hot when he fucked her between her tits; but his weight above her, pinning her to the mattress was what made her come the best. She reluctantly released his cock when he said he couldn't get it up again. It was only one o'clock, maybe the shower would revive him, after all, he did say they had all day. Jake followed Erika out of the shower into the bedroom. Even the feel of her slippery body didn't revive his drooping manhood, he was fucked out. The bedroom was a disaster, used rubbers were lying by the bed like sheet-covered victims of a drive-by shooting, and the covers left on the bed were soaked with their juices and sweat. The room reeked of sex. Jake figured he could make his first million if he could somehow bottle Erika's smell. Jake opened the windows to air out the room and the couple started cleaning up the evidence of their tryst. Erika dropped Jake off at his house at two-thirty. She kissed him hotly before she let him out of the truck. "That was so good Jake, maybe we can do it longer next time," she said sweetly. Jake groaned and trudged into the house and straight to his bed, he felt rode hard and put away wet; and he still had to take Melissa Thornton to the Country Club tonight. Erika gunned the engine in Erik's truck and stretched like a contented lioness. Jake had awakened the women in her. She was now in love with him more than ever. And she didn't really feel like sharing. She was going to make sure that he didn't have the time or energy to spend on Jody, Sara, Cindy, that prissy Melissa, and any others that might come up. She didn't care where her man got his appetite; she was going to make sure he ate at home. ------- Chapter 16 Charles Turner grumbled some choice invectives as he fumbled with his bowtie. He could not understand why Jake had insisted on the kind you tie yourself instead of a clip-on. And the tuxedo, almost four hundred dollars for an outfit he would only wear probably twice in his life. Well, maybe three times, if he was buried in it. Charles had to admit that he looked dapper in it though; Jake had insisted on classic cuts for both of them and classic material. The cut of the tuxedo and exercising with Helen made him look almost aristocratic. At least he was not wearing the wide-lapelled, bell-bottomed, electric blue one that the groom had on at his cousin's wedding. Just as he was on the verge of strangling himself with the tie, Helen glided into the room. "Need some help, you handsome devil?" "Do I ever; and you look stunning, my wife." Did she ever! Charles let her pick out a designer gown to compensate for his splurging on the tuxedos. She had on a Coco Channel number in crimson that accentuated her curves in a most subtle manner. Her hair was up with ringlets around her ears. She wore a single stand of pearls that Charles had given her on their fifteenth anniversary. His wife was too beautiful for him and he knew it. He was humbled that she so obviously loved him. In addition, their sex life was the best it had ever been. Some mornings, he could barely drag himself to work, his smile so big it would take a squad of morticians to get it off his face. Someone needed to invent a drug to help him keep it up if she got any more demanding. Helen tied the tie in a perfect knot the first try; it took her all of thirty seconds. "There you go, my husband; now run along and get the car. We don't want to be late." Down the hall, Angie was helping Jake put the finishing touches on his ensemble. "Wow, baby brother, you are gonna get lucky tonight." "I doubt it", Jake replied, "I'm just doing this to help Melissa out. She isn't interested in me, she just needed an escort." Angie burst out laughing, "You are so dense sometimes; she's hot for you and would do you in a minute". Not tonight she won't, Jake thought, Erika had made sure that not even George Patton could get his little soldier to stand at attention. He was walking towards the formal staircase when Charles and Helen exited their bedroom. Helen commented on how good looking her men were as she and Angie went to help Debbie. Charles and Jake went to bring the Olds around to the front door. They stationed themselves at the bottom of the staircase for Debbie's entrance. "Dad, I think the girls need a better car." "What's wrong with the Falcon?" "Well Dad, the Falcon is alright but it lacks panache; I have some excellent choices in mind that would be adequate replacements." "I don't suppose that you getting your license in a couple of months has anything to do with your sudden concern for your sisters' social standing," Charles said. "I hadn't thought of it that way before, but it would be good for my rep too," Jake said innocently. They laughed as each realized the other was on to the game being played. "I will have to think about it son", Charles said, "the Falcon is safe and economical and you probably want a car like your friend Sara has." Before Jake could work on his case, Debbie started down the stairs. They stopped talking and just stared. Down floated one of the most beautiful women either had ever seen. Her auburn hair was styled similar to Helens and another of Coco's creations, this one in a green that matched her eyes, hung off her graceful shoulders. Charles walked up to the first landing and took her hand. He had a lump in his throat and could not speak. She gave him a radiant smile and kissed his cheek. Jake thought Charles was about to cry and, hell, he might also, it was a poignant moment. The ice was broken when Helen swept down the stairs in all her regal splendor. Angie followed with the Nikon and took photos. At the country club, Jake and Charles made their way to the lounge while Helen and Debbie went to the ballroom. The women were all preparing the debutantes for their presentation. At eight o'clock, everyone would gather in the main ballroom and the debs would be introduced one at a time. At eight-thirty, the band would begin playing and the cotillion dance would start. Charles introduced Jake to Russell Thornton, Sr. the two shook hands, and Jake nodded civilly to Chip who was also sitting at the table. Russell in turn, introduced Jake to his wife Vivian. If this was Chips mother, he had to have been born when she was nine or ten years old, she could not be a day over thirty. She was so much the cliché of the trophy wife the only thing she needed was a goofy golfer attached to the top of her head. Vivian extended her perfectly manicured hand; a predatory smile adorned her vermilion lips. "I've heard so much about you, Jake Turner, and we saw you play at the homecoming game," she said, "I hope we'll be seeing more of you in the future." Her voice was pitched low and she spoke softly so you tended to lean toward her as she talked. Jake took her extended hand and in his and she danced her fingernails across his palm. He leaned towards her, his lips near her ear, "I'm sure you'll see more of me". She arched her eyebrows and Jake excused himself. Jake left his dad and the Thorntons and drifted over to where a decidedly uncomfortable Brad Simmons stood. Brad, who was Debbie's escort, was as nervous as the debutants. The two talked football until the announcement came for escorts to report to the anteroom and guests to the ballroom. In the anteroom, Jake moved to stand next to Melissa. She was beautiful, of course. Her Mediterranean features and dark hair set off her pink satin gown. She was tanned and shapely and her dress accentuated her curves. Jake pinned the pink and white orchid he brought onto her gown. She took his arm and, at eight-thirty sharp, they marched into the ballroom. The debs were introduced and applauded then the band swung into the first waltz. Jake's dance card stayed filled the first set. He danced a couple with Melissa and then took her back to the Thornton table. They did not get to sit down. Russell took his daughter's hand, Vivian took Jake's, and back to the dance floor they went. Vivian Thornton's fingernails were the same deep red as her lips, Jake knew because she tickled his neck with them the entire dance. As they circled the floor Jake quickly noticed that Melissa was shooting daggers at Vivian while Chip gave him the evil eye. Something was rotten in Denmark! "You are very mature for your age, Mr. Turner." "And you aren't much older than the debs, Mrs. Thornton." She laughed gaily and squeezed his shoulder with those nails, "Touché". Her laughter drew another round of ugly looks. The song ended and the couples went back to the table. Melissa dragged Jake back onto the floor and Chip took a turn with Vivian. They were having quite a conversation if their body language was any indication. "Bitch", said Melissa. "Why so?" Jake asked. "She is constantly on the make; Daddy thinks she's being cute and flirtatious but she just a tramp." "How did your dad get hooked up with her?" "She was Daddy's assistant; when Mother died she insinuated herself into our lives. Look at her, how could Daddy resist that?" "She and Chip look awfully chummy," Jake commented. "Don't they ever, the bitch... not that he's much better." They danced another song and went for a drink. Melissa went to the restroom and Vivian grabbed Jake's hand. "Come on, Jake, dance with me." "I think I'll sit this one out", Jake said. Russell Thornton clapped him on the back, "Dance with her, Jake, so I can get some rest". Chip glowered at both Jake and his dad as Jake and Vivian made their way onto the floor. The look was not lost on Jake. Vivian skillfully maneuvered them into the back edge of the crowd and pressed herself closer to him. Again, she toyed with his hair. Jake just as skillfully led them back near their table. Thankfully, the song ended and the band took a break. Jake held Vivian's arm and escorted her back to the table. Chip was not at the table and Melissa had not returned. Jake scanned the room and saw Chip, Melissa, and Debbie by the ladies room. Debbie appeared to be trying to get Chips hand off her arm and Melissa was talking furiously. Jake hurried over to them. By now, both Debbie and Melissa were crying. "Let her go, shithead," Jake said softly. "Well, well, well, the white trash brother. Don't you have some glue to sniff, asshole?" "Let her go", Jake repeated, "and we'll settle this outside; that way your tarty stepmother won't see you get your ass kicked." Chip pushed Debbie aside and said, "I'm going to enjoy this, boy". "No, you aren't," replied Jake. Jake took the two girls to the powder room and went to his parent's table. After a brief explanation, Helen bolted after her daughter. Jake returned to the Thornton's table. "Mr. Thornton, I am sorry if it ruins you daughter's cotillion, but your son needs an ass-whipping and I'm going to try to give it to him." "I noticed; Mr. Turner; be careful, he's bigger than you and knows how to box." That was definitely not what Jake had expected to hear, "Thank you sir; I hope you'll both forgive me if I don't return". "You come back in when it's over; you have nothing to be ashamed of and I'll see that Chip leaves." "Yes, sir," Jake said. Jake strode out the door that Chip had gone through. Chip was waiting in the grass on the path to the ninth tee. He had removed his tuxedo jacket and rolled up his sleeves. "I thought you were going to pussy out on me, Turner. I don't know what you are so mad about, I was just going to give your sister what she begged for before." Chip taunted. Jake kept his eye on Chip as he removed his jacket also. He turned and presented his right side to Chip who assumed a boxers pose. Jakes original plan was to slap Chip around a little but he changed his mind after Chip's last remark. Chip feinted a jab but Jake did not flinch, so Chip started a combination off a left jab. This time Jake moved; he blocked the jab out to the right and stepped forward. Chip's right hand was already moving forward when Jake grabbed the moving wrist with his left hand and let the momentum of the swing pull Chip around sideways. When Chip's right arm reached its full extension, Jake reversed direction and drove his elbow into the side of Chip's face. Blood spurted from Chip's mouth. Jake released his wrist and stepped back. Chip was still game and he put his hands back up to continue fighting. Jake faked a punch and snapped a side-kick into Chip's gut. Boxing was not Jake's style or preference but he pulled a short jab and bloodied Chips nose. He did not much care for using his fists because they were susceptible to injury; however, he would make an exception in Chip's case. It might have been cruel, but Russell Thornton II was going to suffer some for hurting Jake's sister. For the next three or four minutes, Jake hit Chip just often enough, and just hard enough to ruin his day. No permanent injuries, no physical scars, just a lesson Jake hoped would Chip would learn from. Jake left Chip on his hands and knees by the ninth tee, put on his jacket, and strolled back into the ballroom. He sat down by a now-composed Melissa and took her hand. Russell looked at Jake and noticed his lack of dishevel. He inquired about Chip and Jake said that his son had decided to go home. He excused himself and pulled Melissa over to his folks' table. Debbie was composed now also, and was holding hands with Brad. Jake gave Debbie a wink. "I think it's time I danced with my sister," he said. He led her out on the floor and she sagged against him, "Thanks, Bro". "I actually did it for Chip -- so you wouldn't do him any permanent harm." During the band's next break, Melissa led Jake out to the ninth tee. They talked quietly about her brother and step-monster. Melissa related that she thought Chip and Vivian were up to something and she was worried about her father. Jake had the same feeling; Chip was a sneaky little bastard, and Vivian was a cold, manipulating bitch. They would bear considerable watching. Melissa abruptly stopped talking and molded herself against him. They did some serious tongue wrestling but that is as far as it went. She was disappointed that Jake took her back in but perked up when Jake asked for a date next week. The rest of the evening was uneventful and the Turners went home at midnight. Angie was waiting for them and ribbed Charles about being home after curfew. Debbie pulled her aside and filled her in on Chip's antics. With a flurry of Waltonesque goodnights, the Turners hit the rack. Jake was almost asleep when a very naked Angie slipped into his room and crawled under the covers. "I've been elected to reward you for taking care of Debbie," she giggled. "Who all voted?" he asked. "Debbie, Mom and me," was the reply. "It was unanimous." ------- Jake liked the Sunday routine of hanging out with the folks, church, and visiting Cindy. Cindy was not happy that they had not had a date in over a week so Jake promised her they would go out during the week and the Friday night before Columbus Day. Somewhat mollified, she snuggled up in the swing with him. That evening Jake put on his suit and Debbie drove him to fulfill Rebecca Doane's dinner invitation. Miss Doane lived in a big gingerbread Victorian a couple of blocks from Liz Moran, Sara's aunt. When he rang the doorbell a nicely-dressed older version of Rebecca answered the door. "Hello, I'm Jake Turner; you must be Miss Doane's sister," he said. She extended a well-manicured hand, "Katherine Cooper, I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Turner; Rebecca speaks of you fondly". She spoke with a refined, slightly British accent, "Rebecca is putting the finishing touches on our dinner; please join me in the parlor, won't you". Jake sat in a leather over stuffed chair and Katherine perched on the edge of the matching couch. She wore a blue business suit well. Jake drew her out about herself. She was a philosophy professor at Stetson, about forty he judged, and recently divorced. She moved back to the family home because she and her ex-husband, the head of the Humanities Department, had lived in his campus residence. She divorced him because she caught him slipping a coed some existential bologna. "But enough about me, Jacob, let's talk about something that interests you," she said. "Well, Professor Cooper, if we can't talk about you, I'm also interested in you opinion of situational ethics." Her eyebrows were almost as expressive as Helen's; they furrowed into carets above her hazel eyes. Before she could respond, Rebecca Doane came in and announced that dinner was served. Conversation at the table was lively and far-ranging; everything from ballet to Nixon's chances for reelection was batted around. Rebecca said that twelve chapters of her first book were completed; her sister and Victoria Greer were proofreading for her. Jake congratulated her and asked when she thought it would be finished. She told him her goal was to be shopping it around to publishers immediately after the Christmas break. Rebecca looked adorable tonight, her short blonde hair was swept behind her shell-like ears, and she wore makeup for the first time since he met her. She had on a fashionably tight gray skirt and pink cashmere sweater. Her dancer's legs were smoothly bare and she wore little black satin slippers. She was surprisingly curvy for being so small. His next wife was going to have an outfit like that. After dinner, they retired to the parlor and continued talking. While Rebecca was in the bathroom, Katherine handed him her card and said to call her and they would discuss ethics questions. Rebecca returned and Katherine excused herself for bed. Rebecca patted the couch next to her and Jake sat down. She turned toward him and put her tiny hand on his thigh. "This has been a wonderful evening Jacob, I wish it could last longer but we both have school tomorrow." Jake got up and dimmed the lights instead of leaving. "We've got a few more minutes," he said. He sat back on the coach and Rebecca surprised him by sitting on his lap. They were coming up for air from an intense kiss when Jake noticed a shadow on the floor of the doorway thrown by the stairwell light. Big sister was watching. Jake slid his hand up and captured Rebecca's breast. It was a nice, firm handful. He squeezed and molded it while her tongue danced in his mouth. Rebecca swung her legs around so she was straddling him; her tight skirt had ridden well up her thighs as she squirmed on his lap. He had a hand caressing each of her thighs as their kisses grew in intensity. Finally, Jake pushed her back some. "I better go before things get out of hand," he said. She reluctantly agreed and disentangled herself. She drove him home and Jake was in bed by his usual ten o'clock. Just as he was reaching for his cock to relieve the blue balls Rebecca had given him, Debbie padded into his room and jumped his bones. Jake was glad to get back to school Monday morning; besides his usual reasons, he needed the rest. His dick had been drug through the dirt that weekend and for once, pussy was not on his top three list. His mood brightened, and he began list-revision when he saw Vicki Greer at homeroom. She was especially vibrant this morning; it must have been a good weekend at the Greer house. Today marked the second half of the nine-week grading period and Mrs. Greer called each student up to quietly discuss their progress. She saved Jake for last. "You have an honest A-plus average, Jacob, you were telling the truth at our first meeting. Oh, and my period is three days late," she said, sotto voce. Jake was still digesting Victoria Greer's news as he stopped by his locker to grab his chemistry book. Erika leaned on his back as only she could as he rummaged around for the errant text. They strolled to class hand-in-hand. Jake had to admit he was smitten with Erika; it was like his now mom and dad-- she was way too good for him -- but she loved him anyway. They stayed glued to each other through lunch and Jake walked her to her next class. Jake thanked Miss Doane again for dinner and conversation. Rebecca said her sister was really impressed and hardly believed that he was only fifteen. Jake told her that he would be calling Katherine about some ethics questions he had but only had ten minutes on the home phone. She said he should just come over or one of them would come get him. He thought that was the best idea and said he would call to set up a time. There was not a football game this holiday weekend, so coach spent time on practicing a bunch of new plays. He also spent a lot of time practicing the no-huddle offense. Jake came out of the gym and like every other 'swinging Richard' saw Erika waiting along side a spiffy looking 68' Nova 327. He walked over and kissed her gently. "I disbanded your car pool," she said. "I will take care of my man's transportation from now on." ------- Monday morning was gray and overcast. A gentle breeze belied hurricane Norman's presence a couple of hundred miles south. Jake hopped out of the Falcon and hurried towards the gym; he had forgotten to return the key to Coach's place from Saturday. He left his sisters trying to get their shit together. He had not gone far when two good sized morons stepped from between the parked cars with baseball bats. Both swung their bats at him simultaneously. Jake jerked his head to the side and the bat meant for his head only hit the point of his left shoulder, seriously numbing his arm. The second goon hit him behind the left leg and dropped Jake to his knees. Jake knew he was about to receive a serious beating if he did not do something; trouble was, the left side of his body was useless. He shuffled around on his knees and put up his good arm to try to fend of any more blows; the two attackers drew back their weapons, ready to hit him again. Then the Cavalry arrived. The thug on the right was looking for a good spot to inflict maximum damage when Angie's size nine Bass Weejun loafer came up between his legs and mashed his gonads flat. Pole-axed, He dropped to his knees and spewed Cheerios onto the pavement. He was the lucky one. The other cretin had the bat in a two-handed grip pulled back over his head ready to brain Jake when Debbie grabbed the barrel of the bat and pulled on it sharply. She had intended to disarm the guy but he had such a tight grip he fell backward when she pulled. His breath whooshed out of his chest and his head made solid contact thunk with the pavement. Debbie reversed her grip on the bat and dropped her knees on her victim's shoulders. Holding the bat like a potato masher, she drove the cylinder down into his face. The blow broke his nose and chipped three of his front teeth. Both girls rushed to Jake as he struggled to get to his feet. "Debbie, do you think you can get that idiot to tell you what this is all about?" he asked. Jesus, his leg hurt and feeling was starting to come back to his left arm; the trouble was that the predominant feeling was intense pain. Debbie gave Jake a scary, evil smile, "I think so Bro; are you okay?" "I'll live; you can take me to get checked out as soon as we find out what's going on here." Angie was helping Jake stand, she had not said a word, and she was shivering. Shock, Jake guessed. He put his good arm around her and pulled her against his side. They watched as Debbie walked over to the moaning dickhead she had just dispatched. Debbie knelt by the dude's side and unzipped his pants. She snaked her hand into his fly and took his left testicle between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed a little and her subject's eyes shot open. "I'm going to ask you a question. Personally, I hope you refuse to answer so I can squash your balls like they were grapes. Now, why did you attack my brother?" The goon did not even pretend not to be scared, " The Welch brothers gave us fifty dollars to smack your brother around. They said he needed to learn some manners." Oh shit, the Welch brothers, what had he done to get the worst of the school's bad asses on his case? So much for keeping a low profile; this was not good. ------- Chapter 17 A crowd was by now gathered around the Turners and Jake's attackers. Quite a few people had seen Debbie's treatment of Ralphie Ryland and stared at her in awe. Ray Robinson ran to the gym to get Coach Nelson. Because teachers parked in front of the school and students parked in the rear, no teachers saw the altercation. Coach trotted up and surveyed the carnage. He went to the two boys on the ground; Charles Owens was lying on his side in a fetal position holding his balls. Ralph Ryland was prostrate, his face covered with blood. Coach sent Ray to call for an ambulance; another student was dispatched to get a first aid kit. The trainer arrived with the first aid kit and went to minister to Ralph. Coach turned to Jake and asked what happened. Jake gave him the 'Readers Digest' version of events. He played dumb when coach asked him why he was attacked. Coach wanted Jake to go to the hospital in the ambulance but Jake refused. Principle Skinner came up huffing and puffing. He recognized Ryland and Owens immediately; they were two dead-enders who he had suspended a couple of times for fighting and cutting class. Turner was the new kid whose father donated the busses, he hadn't had any dealings with him but knew he had a troubled past. The Turner sisters were two of his best students, he figured they were just bystanders to the fight. Skinner sent the gawking students to class and had Angie, Debbie, and Jake report to the school nurse. Jake decided that he needed to be injured more often when he met the school nurse. Ms. Chan was in her forties probably, but she was well-preserved. She was second generation Chinese-American; she even spoke with a southern drawl. She tried to shoo his sisters out of the room but that wasn't going to happen, so she shrugged and told Jake to drop trou and take off his shirt. His arm had stopped tingling but his shoulder hurt like hell. When she had him raise his arm, he flinched in pain. The back of his thigh burned but didn't hurt. Ms. Chan tsk-tsked and pulled out a heating pad. She had Jake lie down on his stomach and strapped the heating pad to his thigh. Jake lay there and thought about the shit he had fallen into. The Welch brothers were John F. Kennedy High School's resident hard cases. They were identical twin sociopaths; they were big, mean, and smart. Scott Hughes had briefed Jake on them when they were eyeing him in the hall one day. Jake had avoided them like the plague because he had a feeling his old self might have had some sort of relationship with them. Scott said rumor had it that they dealt drugs and were into all sorts of criminal activity. They avoided trouble because they used a group of like-minded losers from Oak Ridge as intermediaries. He was going to have to deal with this mess as soon as possible. His ponderings were interrupted by Charles Turner's arrival. Dad was huddled with Ms. Chan when Helen plowed through the door. She checked each of her children, then joined Charles and Ms. Chan. Their conversation lasted about five minutes and then Charles and Helen went to the office to see Principal Skinner. Angie had her color back and she and Debbie went to class after a last check on Jake. Alone with the nurse, Jake lobbed out the first seduction salvo. "You are very pretty Ms. Chan and I love your accent," he said. "You are very fresh Mr. Turner, are you looking for a trip to the office to go along with your injuries?" she said in a severe tone. Ooops! "I'm sorry, ma'am; but you can't blame a guy for trying," he replied, his most engaging boyish grin plastered on his face. Her tone softened as she said, "Apology accepted, Mr. Turner; nice try but you are barking up the wrong tree". The old light bulb clicked on in his head, "Well I really apologize, Ms. Chan. Say, did my sister get you to look at her hand? I think she might of hurt it and didn't mention anything because of me." "Which one? The redheaded girl was a little adrenalin pumped but she was fine when she left, the other girl seemed fine also." "Well I think I'm going to have Debbie come back in to get checked out just in case." The nurse told Jake that he had a very bad hematoma deep in his thigh that was causing the burning sensation. She recommended he have one of his parents take him to a doctor today. His shoulder seemed ok but an x-ray would be a prudent precaution. She wrote all this down for him and left so he could get dressed. Great, he thought, now I'm steering pussy to my sister. This just wasn't his day. Charles Turner went back to work and Helen took Jake to their family doctor. A thorough exam and an x-ray of his shoulder confirmed what Ms. Chan had said. Jake received some sort of shot in his thigh that hurt like hell and some pills to help prevent blood clots. Jake limped a little and his shoulder hurt but otherwise he was no worse for the wear. They climbed into Helen's Mustang and headed home. "Mom, where is Richie Collins?" he asked. Helen cut him a look, "He's at the Tomoka Juvenile Facility; he was taken from his mothers custody and is a ward of the State, why"? "I think this thing today had something to do with my past. The two bozos that attacked me were hired by a couple of guys named Welsh. I want to find out what Richie knows about them and me." Helen was silent for a minute or two then responded, "You brought a set of twins home named Welsh once. They were creepy. They were polite but they looked at me like they wanted me for lunch. You need to stay as far away from them as you can. I don't want to lose you again." "It will only get worse if I don't deal with them, but I will be careful, I promise." Helen changed tack, "Did your sisters really put those two boys in the hospital"? "I don't know if they put them in the hospital but they sure ruined their day. We have been doing a little self-defense training when we work out," he explained. Helen nodded and they rode on in silence. Her dress had ridden up her legs as she drove and Jake was looking at her thighs. She caught him looking, and, smiling, pulled her hem higher. "I guess you are not too badly injured," she said. "I'm getting better by the inch," he quipped, 'if that hem gets any higher all the blood pooling in my thigh is going to relocate." "Well, if it's for your health..." she said, pulling her dress higher still. "I miss your attention." "I thought you and dad were at it hot and heavy." "Your dad's been having a few problems, and he is really focused on getting a store built in Orlando. We have hit a dry spell since Laurie got him revved up." They pulled in the drive before anything else could be said. Jake moved around to open her door and was rewarded with a nice flash of white lace. Jake was working on another idea as they walked to the house. There were some really a lot of things to think over as he took the mandatory horizontal rest position. Jake was lying on the couch at three o'clock when his sisters rushed in from school. They both swarmed him asking about his leg and shoulder. He reassured them and, in turn asked how they were. Angie said she was fine and happy that she could help him. She told Jake that she was so mad when she kicked that guy that she wanted to kick his balls into next week; but when he went down her anger mostly evaporated. Debbie said she didn't get angry; she was only doing what she needed to do to protect him and then punish his attacker. Jake was amazed at the coldly efficient way she had taken care of Ralphie; he was glad she was on his side. He thanked them for pulling his ass out of the fire. The doorbell interrupted their conversation. Angie answered it and let in a distraught Erika. Erika saw him lying on the couch and rushed to him. She dropped to her knees beside him and put her hand on his chest. "I was so worried about you; what happened is all over school. Erik asked Coach Nelson about you for me. He told me Coach said you were fine but I still worried all day; mama brought me over, she was worried also," she babbled. Helen told her to get her mom; Erika fetched Helga and the mothers went into the kitchen to chat. Erika sat by Jake on the floor holding his hand and the four teens made small talk until Helga collected Erika to go home. Helga bent over and kissed Jake, making sure he got an eyeful of her cleavage. Jake smiled his appreciation and she winked at him; you could park a two and a half ton truck between those things mused Jake. Jake called Turner Furniture at 4:15. He asked for his dad and was passed to Gail. She asked him if he was okay and Jake told her he was fine and looking forward to their date. She asked if he wanted to reschedule it and Jake said no way. She said she'd be there at six-thirty then patched him through to Charles. Jake told his dad that he was fine and nothing was broken. His dad expressed appreciation for the call even though Helen had called him with the news from the doctor's office. With Charles on his mind, Jake hobbled upstairs to find Debbie and make a plan. Debbie had always been daddy's girl, so Jake's suggestion that she help put some lead into Charles' pencil was well received. When Charles Turner arrived home shortly after five, a braless Debbie, hair in a pony tail, brought him the paper and snuggled into his lap in his recliner. Helen shot Jake a bemused look; Jake shrugged and grinned. Jake got dressed and was waiting outside when Gail pulled up. He had told the folks that it would be less embarrassing to her that way. Jake slid into the seat of her 67' AMC Rebel and complimented her on how nice she looked. Gail Martin was twenty-one and had been a cheerleader at Kennedy High. She had attended Stetson for a year but dropped out when her long time boyfriend was killed in Vietnam in 1969. Gail was about five foot five, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair; she was pretty and wholesome but very shy. Jake had to drag conversation from her. He ogled her shapely figure as he engaged her in small talk. Jake found out that she was recovered from her fiancés death and had taken the job at Turner's to make money for college; she hoped to start back next fall. She still lived at home to save money and Jake was her first date in over two years. She added that Jake was already her parent's hero for getting her out of the house. Jake gave her directions to the La Starza Restaurant, the same place he had taken Angie. He had called ahead and Walter greeted them at his station. "Mr. Turner, how good to see you, and your lady friend is as beautiful as you said." That Walter was one smooth dude. Jake introduced a blushing and tongue-tied Gail and Walter showed them to an outdoor table with candles and flowers. (Never take a winning play out of the playbook was something Jake had adapted from his coach.) This night Walter laid an open menu in front of them and made some suggestions. Jake and Gail agreed to everything he recommended, he snapped his fingers, and gave their order to the waiter who rushed over. A cocktail appeared for Gail and a club soda for Jake. Jake drew Gail into conversation again. He was really starting to like this shy but determined girl. The meal was excellent and as Gail warmed to him, the conversation was even better. All too soon, it was time for Jake to disappear a fifty in Walter's nimble fingers. It was only nine o'clock so Gail drove Jake to her house to meet her folks. She pulled up to a well-maintained house in a quiet residential neighborhood and led him inside. Gail's parents and twelve-year-old brother were watching television. Mrs. Martin was as quiet and shy as Gail; her father was a different story. Bob Martin was a plumber, as the sign on the side of the van in the driveway advertised. He was about 5'9" but his demeanor made him appear taller. He had muscular arms and a firm handshake. He wore a wife beater tee-shirt that showed his tattoo of paratrooper wings on his bicep. Jake asked him which division; Bob replied he had jumped into Normandy with the 82nd. Over the women's protests, Bob dragged Jake to the garage to show him the '51 Mercury Coupe that he had customized. After showing him the car, Bob got to the real reason for their excursion. "Boy," Bob said, "you seem like a smart young fella' so I ought to only have to say this once. My daughter has had a hard time of it these last few years and I want her to finally find some happiness. So you treat her right and we'll get along fine, but if you hurt her, I'll rip off your head and shit down your neck". Jake didn't doubt him for a minute, "Yes sir, Mr. Martin". "Call me Bob; now that we understand each other, how about a beer?" Jake politely refused the beer and they made their way back to the living room. After a few minutes of polite conversation, Jake and Gail departed. It was a novel experience when Gail walked him to his door. He kissed her lightly. She looked up at him, "You're not out with your sister tonight, so you owe me a better kiss than that." If she only knew, he thought as his lips sought hers. He put his best into that kiss and Gail felt it all the way home. At ten o'clock Jake was sitting at his desk reading when Helen popped in. "Do you feel okay, Jacob?" "Yes, I'm fine; you look good, hot date?" Helen was wearing a silky robe and her hair was down and wild looking. "Debbie has your dad feeling frisky so I am gonna take full advantage of the opportunity. You didn't have anything to do with her little display, did you?" "I might have mentioned it, but what she did was extemporaneous. Does it bother you?" he asked. "No, my dad was my first so I guess I can understand the attraction." Jake almost fell off his chair at her revelation, but before he could respond Helen opened her robe, "Do you think your Dad will like this outfit?" She struck a pose wearing stockings, a merry widow corset, and a wanton smile. "If he doesn't, I know somebody who already does," Jake said. "Thanks, Jacob." She turned to leave, stopped in the door and said softly, "I've only been with my dad, and then your dad - I think you are a mix of the best of both of them." After Helen breezed out the door Jake tried to digest what she had said. He was still deep in thought ten minutes later when Angie came into his room. She dropped to her knees in front of him and opened his zipper, "I may not be Sara but I'm your nurse tonight and tonight I'm nursing on this". Jake woke up the next morning when he heard his door open. He opened one eye and saw Helen standing in the doorway. At the same time, he felt Angie's hair tickling his nose. Oh-shit, busted. However, Helen only blew him a kiss and quietly closed the door. Jake was still nervous at breakfast but everyone was acting normally. Debbie was showing a little more skin than usual and Charles seemed to like the show, but who wouldn't. Everyone was solicitous about his health but, truth be told, except for a couple of twinges, he was feeling as good as new. It was good to have the recuperating power of a healthy fifteen year old. A lot of Jake's friends met him in the parking lot at school that morning. He was overwhelmed by the gesture. Erika walked beside him; she looked like she was ready to finish anything that got started. Ray Robinson and his girlfriend Naomi were there along with Scott Hughes and dishy little Nan Cox. Brad Simmons walked with Debbie and Erik with Angie. Jake noticed that Debbie walked like a Ranger on patrol; she was constantly sweeping her eyes back and forth looking for anything out of the ordinary. She was definitely going to get some more training from him; she was as natural a warrior as he had ever met. Vicki Greer flashed him a warm smile at homeroom and Mr. McClelland shook his hand at chemistry. At lunch Jake was again surrounded by his friends, his misfortune seemed to bind the entire group together. Melissa Thornton sat with them for a few minutes and told Jake she was happy he was okay. She seemed preoccupied and Jake made a mental note to have Angie find out her problem. Rebecca Doane came to the table Jake was sitting at in study hall and asked him to once again help her move some books out of storage. He followed her to the back of the library and into the storage room. Inside the door she spun around to face him. "Are you okay, Jacob?" she asked anxiously, "I been worried sick about you, honey." He took her in his arms, "I'm fine sweetheart. I'm sorry you were worried. I should have called." She hugged him fiercely and he held her for a minute, her cheek resting on his chest. Then she tilted her head up and kissed him. She poured all of her repressed sexuality into that one kiss, her lips working fiercely against his. Jake lowered his hand from her waist down to her little ballerina butt. She moaned her approval into his mouth and flexed her little cheeks. Her entire ass fit in one of his hands. "Jacob, this is torture, I want you so badly that I ache inside. You make me feel things I didn't know were possible. Just the thought of seeing you everyday makes me get all tingly." They kissed some more, and then reluctantly broke apart. "Call me tonight; please Jacob, I want to hear your voice before I go to sleep." Jake agreed to call her and asked about her sister; Rebecca said Katherine had a book for him and that he needed to swing by and get it from her. Jake said he could probably come over Thursday after school. That got him a big smile and another kiss. After school, Debbie drove them home. Jake ran up to his room and grabbed a wad of cash out of his desk. He had been having Charles give him half of his weekly consulting salary in cash and banking the rest. He grabbed up Debbie and told her they needed to go shopping for a few things for her. Debbie wanted to know what they were going to buy and Jake told here to wait and see. They tooled towards Daytona and Jake had her pull into Tiny's Gun Rack and Shooting Range. They walked into the shop and were greeted by what had to be Tiny. He was about six foot six and barely two Big Macs shy of three hundred pounds. Into Jake's mind flashed what his uncle once told him -- "Never fuck with a guy called Tiny or eat at a place called Mom's." "What can I do for you folks?" Tiny asked. "I'm looking for a pistol," Jake said. Tiny showed them to a large display case. He spoke to them both but he seemed to only look directly at Debbie. She caught his glances and shifted into flirt mode. Jake looked over the selection and asked Tiny to pull out a Browning Hi Power 9mm automatic, a Colt Cobra.357 magnum revolver and a small.25 cal automatic. Jake looked them over, the two bigger guns were used but didn't appear to be abused. The action on the Browning was smooth and the barrel didn't shake on the slide, indicating it hadn't been fired a lot. The Colt was an awesome weapon. It was brushed stainless steel with black neoprene grips and had a two and a half inch barrel. The.25 was a Colt also. It had a six round magazine and was smaller than a pack of cigarettes. Jake asked if they could test fire the pistols; Tiny turned the store over to his assistant and led them to his indoor shooting range. Jake asked Tiny if he would teach Debbie how to shoot the 9mm. Tiny nodded and Jake stood back and watched. Tiny was a good instructor and Debbie was rewarding his efforts by putting on a show. As Tiny stood behind her she managed to keep her miniskirt-clad butt pressed into him, somehow two buttons had come loose on her blouse and Tiny could see the swell of her breasts over her shoulder. Debbie was a quick study; by the fourth clip, she was putting nearly every round center of mass in the silhouette target. Tiny let her fire the Cobra next; he loaded it with.38 special practice ammo and let her get a feel for the pistol. When she was hitting pretty much where she aimed, he loaded the Colt with magnum rounds and reached around her to steady her. The big magnum loads were loud and the recoil substantial. Firing the 357 was like an aphrodisiac to Debbie; the loud report and kick of the gun had her little blue panties soaked. Tiny reloaded it for her and handed it back, she assumed her firing stance and took aim. Tiny looked at Jake meaningfully and when Jake gave him a nod, reached around Debbie and cupped her tits in his massive paws. BLAM! The blast of the pistol echoed. Debbie moaned and pushed her tits more firmly into Tiny's kneading hands. BLAM! BLAM! Debbie squeezed off two more rounds. Tiny slipped one hand through the opening of her blouse and into her bra, capturing a rock hard nipple. His other hand snaked under her skirt and into her panties. BLAM! Tiny's sausage sized middle finger drove into her steaming pussy. Tiny was finger fucking her and her hips were humping in time with his thrusts. Her head was lying back on his barrel chest. BLAM! Another copper jacketed, high velocity projectile sped down range. BLAM! The last round fired and Debbie came with a groan almost as loud as the pistol's report. It was amazing to Jake that every one of the rounds she just fired were dead center on the target -- now that's incredible focus. Tiny pulled his hands out of Debbie's clothes and she did not bother to rearrange them. She fired a few clips through the.25 automatic. Jake took the pistols to the front of the store and put them on the counter. Debbie stayed in the shooting range with Tiny to repay him for his instruction. They came out fifteen minutes later, both with big smiles. Jake had picked out a couple of boxes of ammunition for each weapon, a holster and two extra thirteen-round magazines for the Browning, and a holster and a couple of speed loaders for the Cobra. Tiny found Debbie a little snap holster for the.25 that was on an elastic band that fit around her thigh. She insisted that Tiny put the holster on her and she steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder as he slid the band up her leg. The elastic hugged her thigh and the little auto was nestled between her legs, just below her crotch. Damn it was sexy; Jake's next wife was definitely getting one of those. Debbie said that she was going to wear the.25 to school in case Jake was attacked again. Jake pointed out that it wasn't a good idea because it could be seen accidentally. Tiny solved the problem by producing a pocket sized Gideon New Testament with a cut out to hold the little auto-loader. Jake took out his wallet and handed Tiny the fake ID that Scott Hughes had made him and Tiny casually glanced at it. Jake was a big kid, with his short hair it wasn't a stretch for him to pass for twenty-one. Especially since Tiny was so focused on Debbie. Jake settled up with Tiny; you had to love those early seventies prices, Jake thought. Tiny gave the.25 and holster to Debbie along with a promise of more free shooting lessons. Debbie kissed his cheek and said she would be back in a couple of days for more instruction. Debbie's eyes sparkled as they drove home. She took her Browning, ammo and clips to her room but left on the.25 in its leg holster on the outside of her thigh. Jake hid the Cobra and was sitting at his desk when she came in and locked the door. Without a word, she unzipped him and straddled his lap. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and dropped down on his dick. Jake put his hands on her hips and noticed the bulge of the little automatic; he fervently hoped the safety was on as he pounded up into her drippy-grippy little pussy. ------- Debbie took on the role of Jake's bodyguard with élan. She started taking martial arts lessons from a Korean guy who just started a dojo in Palmdale. She made weekly visits to Tiny's shooting gallery and became a crack shot with a variety of weapons while perfecting her blowjob skills. Tiny outfitted her in all kinds of military paraphernalia and civilian self-defense gadgets. She was lethal and deadly serious about her new craft. Jake had found her an outlet for the aggression that once stewed within her. The Korean sensei's form of karate had a strong spiritual component and that also helped her find some serenity. ------- That evening at supper Charles mentioned how happy Gail Martin was that day, he quipped that Jake should date certain of his other employees to see if he could improve their attitude as well. Thinking of Gail, Jake said, "Dad, have you ever considered an employee scholarship or tuition reimbursement program?" "No son, but I'm guessing that I will now. Gail would receive the first one, right?" "Good guess, could we swing a $1000 scholarship and reimburse her for every class where she gets a 'B' or better?" "I guess we could, but wouldn't that lose me an employee?" "Nope, we make it a term of the scholarship that she work for us at least twenty to thirty hours a week." "Alright, Jake, I'll have the check for you to give her tomorrow." "No Dad, you give her the check and tell her how much you appreciate her work. Leave me out of it." "You are a strange young man Jake; you know she would be very appreciative if you gave it to her." "Yeah Dad, but for money not because of me, I'll pass on that." Charles looked at Helen with raised eyebrows but she didn't say anything. "I'll present it to her tomorrow in front of the staff." After dinner, Debbie talked Charles into going swimming with her. She wore her smallest bathing suit and had a lot of trouble staying in it. Charles tried not to look but how could he resist peeking at one of the best bodies he had ever seen. Debbie knew what was happening, of course, and gave him plenty of time to ogle. She also found plenty of occasions to rub up against him and was thrilled when she felt his cock responding. After they got out of the pool, she thanked him with a kiss and snuck him some tongue. Angie crawled into bed with Jake again that night. It seemed that she and Helen had had a talk -- Helen agreed that she could sleep with Jake but to be circumspect about it. Tonight, sleep was on neither of their minds. When Angie's naked body slid between the sheets, Jake pounced on her. Just as he was sinking into Angie's incredibly talented pussy, lights flashed into his window and gravel crunched in the drive. Jake and Angie disengaged, got up, and looked out the window just in time to see a sobbing Melissa Thornton run up to their door. Jake threw on his shorts and robe and ran down stairs; Angie grabbed her robe and followed him. Jake opened the door and Melissa fell into his arms. "Daddy's dead!" she sobbed. ------- Chapter 18 Melissa slumped in his arms, very close to fainting. Jake picked her up and carried her to the couch. Mom, Dad, and Debbie came down the stairs to see what all the commotion was about. Jake filled them in on what little he knew as Angie hustled to the kitchen for a glass of water for Melissa. Helen took charge of Melissa and soon had her sitting up sipping the water Angie brought. Finally, Helen had Melissa calm enough to fill in the blanks. "Daddy went to Orlando to take care of some business," she said, "and he was shot by two guys trying to rob him. They stole his car and left him to die on the street. The police found his car in Scotsmoor but haven't caught the two guys. The police also told Vivian that bystanders said the perpetrators were big white guys who were wearing stocking masks and had hill-billy accents. Chip is on his way back from Gainesville but I don't want to stay at our house. Can I stay with you?" Charles started to say no but Helen shot him a look and said, "Of course dear; you can stay here as long as you want. Now let's get you up to the guest room and settled in." Charles pulled Helen aside as Debbie, Angie, and Jake took Melissa upstairs. Charles expressed his concern that Melissa should be with her family at a time like this. Helen said Melissa would be better off anywhere but with those two. When Charles pointed out that Vivian or Chip could probably get the law to bring her home, Helen said Melissa was eighteen and could do as she pleased. Charles conceded that Helen was correct and they all went up to bed. All the Turner teens stayed with Melissa in the guest room that night. Jake sat in the over stuffed armchair and thought about what Melissa had said about the murderers. Scotsmoor was the next exit south of Oak Ridge off the Interstate and most residents of Oak Ridge spoke with heavy Southern accents. Charles drove Jake to school; Angie and Debbie stayed home with Melissa. Helen called Vivian and told her where Melissa was. Vivian did not even know she was not home. Melissa talked to Chip on the phone for a couple of minutes. Her conversation was lethargic and in monosyllables but her voice firmed when she said she was not coming home for a while. Helen called the police and found out where Russell Thornton's body had been taken. She then called the funeral home handling the arrangements and gave them the Turner's phone number in case they needed Melissa for any reason. School was not the same today and Jake was subdued as he went over the events of the last five days. Too many interconnected events were unfolding for it to be a coincidence. He had to really be on his toes now -- the Welch brothers were bad enough; now the guy he administered a therapeutic beating to just four nights ago might soon control one of the largest fortunes in the country. Erika lightened Jake's mood when she met him at his locker before chemistry. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into a quiet corner. "I started my period today, Baby; next week I go on the pill. The next time we make love it will be without a rubber. I can't wait to be full of your cum; I want to go home with loads of squirmy spermies sloshing around in my happy little pussy. I love you, Jake Turner. I want you even when I'm menstruating; you have created a monster, Doctor Frankendick." Jake laughed and told her he loved her too. It was the first time he had told her that and it sent her into La-La land. She smiled dreamily at him as they walked to class. By lunch, the news of Melissa's loss had spread throughout the school. Russell Thornton's murder was the main topic of conversation in the lunchroom. Jake filled in Nan on Melissa's location and status so she could brief the other cheerleaders. After lunch, Jake walked Erika to her next class. She had her arm through his and was deliberately pushing her large breast against his bicep. "Mama said that just because I was on my period doesn't mean I can't take care of my man. She even told me a couple of ways to do it. They sounded deliciously dirty and I want to try them." "Wow, Erika, your mom sure shares a lot with you," Jake said. "She has lately. I think she enjoys the idea of having you vicariously through me. She sure has been putting Daddy through the wringer. I actually heard them going at it the other night. I masturbated thinking about your big dick and listening to them. Mama told me you could have probably talked her into bed the other night, but you didn't. The more I get to know you, Jake, the more I love you." Later at study hall, he repeated his conversation with Nan to Miss Doane. She asked if she could help and Jake said he'd talk to Melissa and let her know. She asked him if he was coming over and he said he was, right after school. "Jacob, I have an appointment at three so I won't get home until four-thirty; Katherine will be there though, so you two can be philosophical together. Seriously, Jacob, please be extra attentive to Kath; her self-esteem has really suffered because of her husband. She thinks that she is destined to be an old maid schoolteacher. Work your magic on her as a favor to me; think of it as a dress rehearsal, everyone says we're just alike." Now there was an intriguing offer. Just when he thought he had reached his PCOD (Pussy Cut Off Date) for the near term, Rebecca drops this challenge into his lap. "Rebecca, I don't want to do anything that will jeopardize you and me. I don't want you to think I'm false of heart, because I have plans for you, my 'Tiny Dancer'. (Shakespeare to Elton John in one sentence; Jake was shoveling the shit today!)" Rebecca Doane's face lit up at his statement; he was so romantic and sweet. "And I have plans for you, my love; Katherine won't come between us. Maybe she'll show you how passionate we little Doane women are and you will stop being so noble and take me." Debbie met him at the library door after study hall. He was touched that she had come for him. When they got in the Falcon her skirt rode up and he saw the little Colt nestled between her thighs. She caught his look and pulled her skirt to her waist. Jake's eyes bugged out when he saw her bald beaver was sans panties. She gave him her devilish grin but did not say a word. She stayed uncovered all the way to Rebecca's house. He got out of the car with a woody that a cat could sharpen its claws on. Erika was going to Tiny's next. She would not get the package Debbie received but she was getting one of those high-thigh holsters, even if it only held a fake pistol cigarette lighter. Jake rang the doorbell. Katherine opened the door almost immediately, let Jake in, and led him to the parlor. She sat on the couch and, this time, Jake sat beside her. Fletcher's 'Situational Ethics' lay on the coffee table in front of them. "So, Jacob, you want to know about ethics. Are you in some sort of dilemma?" she asked in her best professional voice. "My only dilemma, Katie is trying to keep my mind off how good you look so we can talk about ethics." She shot him a look of pure disbelief. He called her Katie as if she were a young girl. He met her gaze serenely, locking eyes with her. She could feel her ears turning red; her pupils dilated as a jolt of arousal shot through her body. Her small nipples hardened and her neglect vagina moistened. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his. "What do you want to know?" Her voice had changed dramatically; now it was soft and melodious like Rebecca's. He leaned toward her and put his arm on the back of the couch behind her, "I've got plans for the future and I'm going to need a moral compass; I knew you were it from our first meeting. As issues came up, I'd like to get your opinion on them. Do you think you would want to do that for me Katie?" Damn him, all he had to do call her Katie and she would do anything he asked. Where was her logical skepticism, she wondered? "Yes Jacob", she said as her lips closed the distance to his. Logic lost to love that day; it happened somewhere between the second time he called her Katie and the second time she moaned his name as she came. That first kiss led to the kind of sex Katherine Cooper had only dreamed of. Jake had dropped his arm from behind the couch and used it to pull her toward him. As they kissed hungrily, he started undressing her. She thought how incongruous it was for a thirty-six-year-old professor to be relishing the touch of a schoolboy. Thought about it and forgot about it as his lips wrapped around her Hershey Kiss nipple. She had a very nice little body that belied her age. Unlike most of the women Jake had been with in this lifetime, she was no simpering ingénue; she knew how to fuck from Jump Street. Jake got her naked and sat her on the couch with her feet on the coffee table. He got on his knees with his head between her thighs. He worried her clit out of its hood then fastened his lips on her little love button. She grabbed the back of his head and guided him to where it felt the best as she sky-rocketed to her first orgasm. After a couple of good climaxes, she eagerly swapped positions with him and polished his knob to a high gloss. She had a talented mouth and could take most of him down her throat even at the odd angle their bodies formed. After a few minutes, she spit out his dick, climbed on his lap, and impaled herself in one fluid motion. With her knees outside his hips, she fastened her lips to his and gyrated like Tina Turner on amphetamines. They had an intensely satisfying mutual orgasm. With no break, she got off him and latched her lips to his dick again. This time she had just the right angle and worked her mouth down to his pubic hair. His erection had never really waned so he put her on her knees on the couch. She held on to the back of the couch as he drove into her. Jake established a long deep stroke cycle that had her in an almost continuous orgasm until he blasted another load into her. Jake fell onto the couch beside her and she cupped her hand over her pussy and ran, giggling, to the bathroom. This ones for you, Socrates, thought Jake, philosophically. When Rebecca arrived home, her very satisfied sister was listening to Jake explain what he thought needed to be done about the Welch Brothers. His head was in her lap and she was playing with his hair. Rebecca went to take a shower while they talked. Fresh from the shower, wearing a little summer dress, she and her sister switched places; Katherine went to fix dinner. "Now that's a happy woman", Rebecca said. "You were right about her", Jake said, "But I think her self-esteem issues are behind her. Are you okay with this?" "I'm fine, I owe her a lot, she raised me after my parents died. Besides, I'm going to find out from her what you like so I can make you happy." "You already make me happy, no strings attached. When we do make love it'll be for both of us, not just me." She looked at him adoringly, and bent over to kiss him. She wondered what this man-boy would think if he knew Katherine would tell her tale while feasting on Rebecca's little pussy. A pussy that they kept as hairless as the first time Katherine licked it fourteen years ago. Jake basked in the aura of love Rebecca projected, idly speculating on a threesome with both sisters. Rebecca continued stroking his head, not-so-idly speculating on the same thing. Katie drove Jake home in her ex's 1972 Continental Mark IV. Derrick Cooper had picked the car up from the dealer on September the third; he had plunked down $8500 when he ordered it nine months earlier. Katherine's lawyer picked it up from the Stetson University Faculty parking lot the next day as court-ordered retribution. Derrick's little coeducational tryst had cost him approximately one hundred dollars per stroke. Katie promised Jake some pussy in the back seat next week. He went into the Turner homestead grinning like a shit-eating dog. At eight that night, Debbie and Jake went for a ride down to Oak Ridge. Jake had the Welches' address Rebecca Doane had gotten from the office. They found the upscale home quickly and Jake asked Debbie to stop at the end of the block. Jake got out of the car and casually walked down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Debbie picked him up on the opposite corner and they circled the block. Jake scouted the next street as well, locating the back of Wayne and Blaine's house without any trouble. He caught a break when he saw a light come on and spotted one of the twins enter a bedroom at the back of the house. He fixed the window's location and returned to the car. Debbie was as cool as a cucumber the entire time. They were home from their scouting by 9:15. Jake and his sisters sat with Melissa again until ten-thirty. Melissa was inconsolable. She told them that she had asked her dad to be extra careful because she was worried about him. She felt that if she had stopped him from going he would be alive today. Telling her she was not to blame didn't work -- so Jake tried a different approach. "Mel, Debbie and I think it's too big a coincidence that your dad's car was found near Oak Ridge. We were thinking that Wayne and Blaine Welch know everything that goes on in Oak Ridge so we could ask them if they had heard anything. We are also going to ask them why they hired someone to beat me up; but we need your help." Jake asked Melissa if she could go to the county building department and get a copy of the floor plan of the Welches' house. "Jake, this is too weird", Melissa said, "Wayne and Blaine are Chip's friends. Chip scores weed from them for the fraternity he joined." Jake and his sisters exchanged looks. Bingo. Sometime around midnight, Angie and Melissa crawled into Jake's bed. Nothing sexual, just comfort for a friend. Jake held Melissa as she finally cried herself to sleep. Friday morning Debbie drove Jake and Angie to school as usual. They held a war council on the way. Jake included Angie in the planning but she wouldn't participate in direct action. She didn't have Debbie or Erika's hard-ass temperament. Jake was still trying to figure out a way to get the Welches alone so he could talk to them. It had to be in a way that would not be witnessed by anyone else. Jake figured abduction was in their future. Jake had no sooner gotten to homeroom when a student from the office came for him. Jake trudged to Mr. Skinner's office and was met by two policemen. The cops questioned him about the Tuesday incident and Jake gave them a short version of events. They asked him if he knew why Ryland and Owens attacked him. Jake said it was personal and probably involved a girl. Jake said he wasn't going to press charges because Ralph and Charles had gotten what they deserved and wouldn't mess with him again. The older cop shuddered theatrically and said that Owens' balls swelled to the size of oranges; and Ralphie Ryland now had a crooked nose and needed caps for his front teeth. They admonished Jake to be careful about other guys' women, especially if the guys were from Oak Ridge. The policeman's admonishment started wheels in motion in Jake's head. He went to the school secretary and asked her if Owens or Ryland had any brothers or sisters at Kennedy. He was shocked to find out that Beth Owens, the brainy, mousy nurdette in his geometry class and study hall, was Charles' sister; no two siblings could be as different as they were. He hurried back to Mrs. Greer's class and arrived just as the bell rang; he grabbed his books and made a bee-line to geometry. He was loitering at the door when Beth walked up. "Hi, Beth. I'm sorry about what happened to your brother," he said. A startled Beth just looked at him. She was actually a cute girl under her intellectual hippie façade. She pushed her granny glasses up on her nose. "He had it coming," she said with some vehemence, "He's a bully". As much as she didn't want to, she liked Jake Turner. He always was polite to her and never snubbed her like most of the Kennedy elite did. She was triply cursed, she thought, a poor, brainy girl from Oak Ridge. She studied hard and kept to herself; she was determined to get out of Oak Ridge and education was her ticket. She dressed and acted to make herself unattractive and invisible. The worst thing that could happen to a girl from Oak Ridge was to be pretty and be noticed. But Jake never acted as if any of that mattered. Now here he was apologizing for his sister kicking her asshole half-brother in the balls. "Can we talk some more during study hall?" Jake asked. "I'd like that," she said. Erika met him at his locker as usual before chemistry. They walked into class hand in hand laughing at one of Erika's quick-witted come-backs. Mr. McClelland gave them the evil eye so they separated and got to work. After class they breezed into the lunchroom and assumed their normal spot. Nan came in and snagged Scott; they were very chummy and Scott had that 'I'm getting laid', pussy-whipped look about him. Jake arranged for Scott and Nan to double date with Cindy and him that evening. Neither of them had ever met Cindy. Erika was none to keen on Jake going out with Cindy but felt better that they would be with another couple. She doubted that miss goody-two-shoes Cindy would be up for any fooling around with Nan and Scott there. She decided she would take Jake home and give him a first class blowjob for insurance. Damn, she wished her period was over so she could fuck him into submission. There were entirely too many hussies sniffing around her man. She whispered her plan for the afternoon and Jake nodded enthusiastically. Jake also told her about his idea of getting her a pistol. She surprised him by telling him she already had a 12 gauge shotgun, a Marlin lever action 30-30, and a Model 10 Smith & Wesson.38. It seems the Johanssons were avid hunters in Minnesota and had a veritable arsenal at home. Erika loved duck hunting with her dad and was mad that she didn't get to go to the deer hunting camp Sven took Erik to every year. She told Jake, with due modesty, that she was the teen clay pigeon shooting champion of Minnesota. At study hall, Jake found an empty reference table where he could talk with Beth. They gabbed about school for a while, then Jake steered the conversation to her brother. "Beth, the Welches hired your brother to beat me up, can you think of a reason why?" "No, but Charlie does anything they tell him to do. That whole family is bad news, they live in a nice house but no one seems to have a job. My dad works on their cars and says that they are into illegal drugs and moonshine." She gave him a sharp look. "This doesn't have anything to do with drugs, does it?" Jake said he did not think so and went on to explain about his past. "Do you think you owe them money from before?" she asked. "I don't think so because they waited so long to do it and never demanded any money. I am beginning to think either someone hired the Welches or something I did recently got their attention." "Maybe one of them has a thing for that tall girl always hanging on you." Jake was surprised she mentioned Erika; he guessed they were officially an item now. Jake and Beth exchanged ideas for a few more minutes but nothing came of it. Then they just talked softly for a while. Beth was a smart girl, no doubt about it, and she had the same sweet personality as Rebecca Doane. Her hippie look wasn't Jake's favorite but he could live with it if it was important to her. Her straight long dark blonde hair was clean and smelled good and she had pretty gray-blue eyes behind her round little glasses. She was medium height and build although her perky breasts seemed a little on the small side under her loose top. Jake was enjoying her company but had to talk to Rebecca so he took her hand and thanked her for her help. Still holding her hand he asked her if she would go out with him sometime. She tried to act as if she was considering it, but she quickly said yes. Jake tracked down Rebecca and told her how much he had enjoyed the time at her house yesterday. She told him she had enjoyed it also but not nearly as much as her sister had. Rebecca told him that her sister was amazed at his maturity and sexual prowess and found it impossible that he was only fifteen. Jake told her that he was almost sixteen so maybe that was it. She laughed and said he had better be ready for her tomorrow night; she was not waiting anymore. Erika came to library to collect Jake for the ride home. He was saying goodbye to Beth as Erika walked up. Jake introduced them and Beth quickly walked away. "I can't leave you alone for a minute without you finding another woman," she said, only half in jest, "Don't talk to other women, it makes me jealous". "You need to get over that, I love you, but I'm not putting up with that crap. Keep it up and I'll take you across my knee and thoroughly spank that beautiful ass," he said firmly. Erika's butt cheeks clinched at the thought; her man was so forceful. "Would you really spank me, baby?" she asked breathlessly. Jake swatted her ass, "In a New York minute." Jake didn't think Erika was going to get to suck him off with all the women in the house but when they got home, everyone was leaving. Helen and his sisters were taking Melissa to the Thornton house to get her clothes. Russell Thornton's funeral was tomorrow. After everyone was gone, Erika tugged Jake to his room and pushed him down on the bed. She took off her top and heavy-duty bra, then helped Jake shuck his pants. For ten minutes, Jake instructed her in how he liked to be sucked. She was attentive and eager to please. When he came, she swallowed as much of his load as she could. What escaped, she rubbed into her breasts. That should hold him, she thought, naively. They dressed, talked and cuddled for a while until Erika looked at the clock and announced she had to get home. Jake invited her to go swimming Sunday but she declined because her family was visiting relatives in St. Augustine. After dinner, Jake dressed and waited for Scott to pick him up. About ten before seven, Scott and Nan pulled up in Scott's '66 Volkswagen Van. Thank god, he hadn't gone flower-child on it, thought Jake as he let Scott and Nan in to meet the folks. Jake's guests passed muster with his parents and they chugged to Cindy's in the anemic van; it was not the vehicle of choice for a fast getaway. What it had, however, was a nice wide area in the back for camping or getting chummy with your sweet thing. Jack Sorenson gave the van a suspicious look but Nan and Scott looked wholesome and innocent so he did not make a fuss as Jake helped his daughter into the VW. It turned out that the van did not get the expected work out. Nan took everyone to her house to meet her parents. The Coxes were a very progressive couple, they offered the kids a drink, then went out to dinner and the movies. They said they'd be home around eleven but would call when the movie let out. Four horny teenagers stared at each other in disbelief. Then Nan grabbed Scott and headed for her bedroom, pointing out the guest room on her way. Jake found a romantic Sam Cooke album for the stereo, dimmed the lights, and sat on the couch with Cindy. He was going to just sit and talk with her so she wouldn't feel pressured -- but Cindy had other ideas. Cindy wrapped her arms around him and started kissing his face and neck before the first syllable left his lips. He had no choice but to participate, he thought, and decided to see how far Cindy wanted to take things. A long way, he discovered, as he slipped off her little pink and white flowered panties and buried his face in her sweet virginal quim. Let's see if Laurie had ever done this, he thought, as he sucked gently on her clit while massaging her g-spot. Guess not, he answered himself, as Cindy had a moaning, quivering climax. How about this then? And he wet his fingertip, pushed it against her anal button, and - gently -- deeper and deeper into her little ass. More new territory was discovered as Cindy alternately giggled and cried out her satisfaction. After twenty minutes of almost nonstop orgasms, Cindy pushed his head away from her pussy. Jake went reluctantly; it was a very sweet and very tasty little morsel. Cindy lay sprawled naked on the couch and let Jake feast his eyes on her. Why not, she was absolutely flawless. Hefner paid big bucks to photograph women not nearly as beautiful. Cindy shook off her post-orgasmic lethargy and scooted up to rest her head on the arm of the couch. "I want to see you naked, Jake," she said in a little girl voice. Jake stood up and pulled off his clothes. Her eyes widened when he slid his tighty-whities down his legs. "That thing is a monster; you are going to have to get me very drunk on our wedding night before you stick me with that. Can I touch it?" Jake moved to the end of the couch and she reached out and lightly brushed the crown. His dick flexed and she pulled back her hand in startlement. She giggled and reached for him again. For the next five minutes Jake instructed her on what he did -- and didn't --like. Cindy paid rapt attention and followed his directions to the letter. It dawned on Jake that fewer than six hours ago he was giving the other love of his life almost the same instructions. "Laurie and I have been practicing this; tell me if I am doing it wrong," Cindy said. She swooped her head down and engulfed the crown of his dick in her mouth. Jake's knees buckled in surprised pleasure as Cindy went to town on him. He didn't know what they had practiced on but Cindy had learned well. In less than two minutes he started spurting a river of semen into her mouth. Amazingly, she neither spit it out nor lost a drop. She gave the head of his shaft a final finishing swipe with her tongue and licked her lips. "Now that I know what I've been missing, I plan on doing that a lot," she said. Jake put on his pants but Cindy remained naked so Jake could look at and touch her. She loved the intimacy of being naked just for him. For his part, Jake loved finding new favorite places on her exquisite body. Their moment was broken when Nan let out a blood curdling series of screams and moans. They were dressed and cuddling on the couch when a sheepish Scott and a smiling Nan exited her bedroom. They all shared a soda and Scott drove them home at 11:30. Jake walked Cindy to her door and gave her a lingering kiss, then walked back to the van. Angie and Melissa were already sleeping in his bed when he got to his room. He crawled in behind Melissa, snuggled up to her butt, and draped his arm across her. She sighed contentedly and pressed his hand to her breast. In less than a minute he was out cold. ------- Chapter 19 Jake woke up Saturday morning with Melissa in his arms, her pliant breast still in his palm. He started to slowly disengage himself, but Melissa put her hand over his to keep him in place. "Don't move, I like this," she said. He held her a few more minutes until he had to pee so bad his teeth were floating. She groaned as he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Angie was awake by the time Jake came out. She gave him a sleepy "morning" and slipped out the door to her bathroom while Mel used his. Everyone was subdued at breakfast as plans were made for the funeral. Jake noticed that Melissa kept close to Dad and watched him all the time. She clearly had taken him on as her new father figure. For his part, Dad was very good towards her, treating her like she was already a member of the family. Helen saw the interaction and encouraged it. Melissa was a sweet young girl whose physical maturity hid a lot of vulnerability. Charles, Helen, and Melissa departed for the funeral service at eleven o'clock. The funeral was being held at the Palmdale Episcopal Church, a huge edifice near downtown. The Turner siblings were leaving at 11:45 for the noon service. Despite the somber occasion, Jake thoroughly enjoyed watching his sisters get ready. He could watch a sexy woman put on hose and underwear all day long. His sisters basked in his appreciation and made a production out of getting dressed. The trio made it to the church with five minutes to spare. They moved to the front pew where seats were being held for them. It appeared that most of Palmdale was at the service as the town's most prominent citizen was eulogized. Chip and a veiled Vivian sat at the other end of the pew. Vivian looked at Jake and he could see no sorrow in her expression; she wore the same dangerously predatory look she had at the cotillion. Chip was looking at him also, his malice thinly disguised. The service was somberly comforting as the minister spoke of Russell. Jake was surprised as Russell Thornton's achievements were enumerated. He had been a hero in World War II, flying over forty missions as a B-17 pilot. He donated most of the money that built the church they were seated in and had insisted that it not be publicized. His philanthropy extended from hospital children's wards to soup kitchens. Someone had cut short the life of a truly good man. Jake wished that he had gotten to know Russell better. Russell's brother Randal had flown in from Connecticut; Melissa was sitting with him and his family. The church service ended and family and friends moved to the cemetery for the grave-side service. Melissa leaned against Charles, sobbing as her father was lowered into his final resting place. As stipulated in his will, Russell Thornton's grave was marked not with some ornate tombstone but by a simple brass plaque issued by the Veterans Administration. A military honor guard fired three volleys, a trumpeter sounded Taps, and Russell Sr. was history. The 'grieving' widow put on some histrionics and Chip looked sad, but Melissa was devastated. Without a word to her brother or step-mother, she held onto Charles for dear life as the Turners escorted her to her new home. Charles sent Melissa to the car with Helen while he and Randal Thornton spoke for five minutes. There was never a question about taking her in; Jake had just gained a new sister. ------- Jake tried to be blasé about the upcoming theater evening as his sisters and Melissa helped him with his tuxedo. It was easy to not be excited about the ballet itself; he had tried in his other life to enjoy it for the sake of his first wife. He guessed that he was just culturally deficient because it held the same appeal as watching bowling on television. However, the prospect of being there with Rebecca and getting to see her reaction to the evening that Dr. Douglas had planned for them was exciting. The limousine pulled up in the drive at 5:30 sharp; Christopher Douglas had not been kidding when he told Jake he would take care of everything. When Jake got in the back, the driver reached back and handed Jake a note. The neatly typed page was their itinerary for the evening as well as what arrangements had been made. Jake was shocked that everything was already paid for including the driver's tip. Jake looked around the limo as they headed for Rebecca's; no wonder Sara had fallen for this guy. A dozen long stemmed red roses sat on the seat next to him, champagne was chilling in a silver ice bucket attached to the seat back, and romantic music filled the passenger compartment. Jake was glad that Dr. Douglas decided to play for the other team; he would have been some serious competition in the pussy-getting race. The limousine glided up to Rebecca's and Jake went to retrieve her. She answered the door herself and Jake let out a whistle. She wore a floor length black formal gown that hugged her shapely little body tightly. Her hair framed her face in a most flattering manner and her makeup was perfect. His cute little librarian had metamorphosed into a beautiful, sophisticated young socialite. "You are stunning; I'm going to be the envy of every guy there tonight," he said. "Thank you Jacob, you look so handsome, all the women there will want to be me," she replied. He opened the door for her and she slid gracefully into the seat. Jake had noticed before that she never seemed to have an ungainly moment; all of her motions were fluid and poised. He idly wondered how that would play out in bed. Jake went around and got in and the driver pulled out smoothly. Rebecca gushed about the roses and, holding them in her lap, slid across the seat next to him. They cuddled up and held hands as the driver skillfully maneuvered the limo onto I-4. Their seats were excellent, fifth row center section, on the aisle. Rebecca held his hand and leaned on his shoulder; her eyes sparked throughout the performance as she kept giving him adoring looks. They were right about the impact they had on the audience. During the intermission they drew admiring glances from both men and women. Numerous people came up to introduce themselves and they had a thoroughly enjoyable time. Rebecca was vivacious and witty and had the men fawning over her. Jake was surrounded by a covey of socialites simpering like school girls. They made their way to their seats to watch the final act with Rebecca possessively holding his arm. Dr. Douglas had arranged an intimate late meal at a four star restaurant. It was 11:30 when Jake and a starry-eyed Rebecca Doane piled into the limo to go home. As soon as they were settled into their seats, Rebecca pushed the button that rolled up the privacy window between them and the driver. When it reached the limit of its travel, she threw herself on him. She kissed him sweetly and said, "Thank you, Jacob, for the best evening of my life." Then she fastened her lips to his and gave him a searing kiss. They made out all the way to her house. As they exited the limo in her driveway, she surprised Jake by dismissing the driver. "I'll take you home... eventually," she said with a smile. Rebecca unlocked the door and let them in; as soon as she set the dead bolt Jake swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. She pointed to her bedroom door and Jake carried her into the room. He kicked the door shut and gently lowered her to the bed. She sighed in pleasure as he started stripping off her clothes. This was the way she had always dreamed of being seduced. Now this wonderfully big strong man was taking her arousal to heights she never suspected she could reach. She sighed and cooed as he removed her clothes, arching her body up to his caressing hands. His lips burned a trail of molten lust down her neck and onto her breasts. He tormented her nipples and licked between her swollen orbs as his fingertips lightly stroked the entrance to her saturated vagina. Jake was amazed at the incredible body his little ballerina had hidden under her librarian persona. It was almost as perfect as Cindy's. Her tits were bigger and sagged just slightly to the side; her hips were narrower. A zipper like scar ran up the inside of her left knee, the epitaph of her career in dance. Her legs were muscular and not as long as Cindy's but her ass was one of the finest he had ever seen. She could even give Vicki Greer a run for her money in the booty department. Her smooth unbroken skin was like the finest alabaster; her hard coral-hued nipples were outstanding. Her hairless little pussy was a pleasant surprise; he would have to ask about it later. He stood up and removed his tuxedo. Rebecca watched him undress with undisguised awe. He was an Adonis, tall and muscular with very little body hair. Her heart lurched in her chest when he uncovered his rampant manhood. It was beautiful like the rest of him; it was long and smooth with a large flaring helmet. She had seen only two other penises in her life, but she would swear it would be hard to find one more perfect. She felt trepidation about the size of him but knew he would be gentle with her. After all, he always seemed to know exactly what she needed. He lay back down on the bed and she took him in her arms, raining kisses on his face. She could not get enough of touching him, of having her body pressed tightly against his. Then her young lover slid down to the foot of the bed and started working on her vagina, his tongue and fingers everywhere at once. Katherine could learn a lot from him, she thought, as her first orgasm racked her body in paroxysms of pleasure. Maybe it was the newness of it, or the long build up to it, but whatever it was gave her one of the most intense climaxes she'd ever experienced. Her sister usually only tongued her to her peak once or twice; Jacob took her over the edge more than that in five minutes. She started to protest when he turned her on to her stomach but the words died on her lips when he focused his attention on her bottom. She never had a clue that her little rear end was such an erogenous area. But as his thick tongue snaked between her cheeks, she thrust them up higher to facilitate his exploration. Jake loved the taste of his little lover; she was sweet with a spicy tang. The insides of her thighs smelled of the perfume she had dabbed there in anticipation of this moment. When she came, he could feel her pussy clench down on his finger as he rubbed the inside front wall of her tunnel. Her clit was big for such a small pussy; it thrust well out of its protective hood as if seeking his tongue. He was gratified with her response when he attacked her ass. It would have been a shame if one that nice weren't sensitive. As he wormed his tongue into her brown eye, she pushed back into his face like a cat in heat. Rebecca gasped in wonder as his tongue pushed into her back there. Nothing in her twenty-seven years had prepared her for anything like this. With a will of its own, her bottom took on the rhythm of his thrusting lingual appendage. This was so wanton, so unlike her, but oh so good. When he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with a finger made slick with her secretions she gasped. His large finger burrowed up into her most private place and she could only whine her approval. Then he pushed his middle finger into her vagina and began to thrust both into her in at a fast pace, the knuckle of his ring finger hitting her clitoris. Her hips involuntarily started to match his thrusts and she had a shattering orgasm. Was that her screaming? No, it couldn't be, proper young ladies did not make that much noise. Her orgasm was so strong it left her senseless and she fell on her side. Her lover moved up beside her and held her as she recovered. Jake was holding her and stoking her brow when she reached down and touched his dick. "Will you make love to me now, Jacob?" she asked. He was only too happy to oblige her. His dick had been rock hard for over an hour and it needed some attention. He rolled her on her back and she pulled up her knees as he put the head of his dick at her little slit. He pushed forward and gained an initial purchase but she was tighter than either of the virgins he had recently deflowered. It was slow going, so he grabbed a pillow and put it under her million-dollar ass to elevate her snatch and give a better angle for his one-eyed trouser trout. After that brief intermission, he resumed his advance; he was now able to penetrate more and more deeply with each stroke. Finally, he reached the end of her tunnel with over an inch of his dick still outside her. She had been unmoving under him as he affected his entry. Her eyes were huge as she felt him hit bottom and she knew still more shaft was waiting for entry. He pulled back an inch and pushed in yet again, trying to loosen her up. Her pussy was gripping his dick as tightly as his fist ever had or could. He gave her a few more rapid short strokes and, as she became accustomed to his size, she made a few tentative strokes back at him. Rebecca couldn't believe how much Jake stretched her channel with his hardness. He was as gentle as she knew he would be but she still felt uncomfortably full from his intromission. When his spear touched the back of her womanhood she was incredulous that he still had so much more to give her. Where in the world would it go? She did a turn-out, then a modified arabesque, and her left leg ended up draped over his right shoulder. Her relief was palpable when he reversed direction and pulled back. She felt a small initial tingle replace fullness as he gently pushed back in. He began a rhythmic motion in and out of her that turned the tingle into waves and then a tsunami of pleasure. With her first two lovers, she had not felt much and had just lain still, enjoying the basic intimate nature of the act. This time, her hips started moving on their own accord. Soon they had established the age old counter-motions that love making was really all about. She cried out in abandon as her first orgasm from intercourse overtook her. Her first of many, she thought as she climbed towards the next one. Jacob; Jacob; Jacob... became her mantra, her drumbeat, as the symphony of ecstasy reached a crescendo of pounding pulses. He finally managed to get all of his dick comfortably into her when he took her doggie style after his first cum. She had loved the feeling of being stuffed with dick in her pussy and cum slimed fingers in her ass. She had discovered something about herself tonight and she begged him to fuck her ass and extend her sensory horizons. Jake responded to her plea. He pulled out of her pussy and was gratified that her ass was loosened enough to take him. She corkscrewed her butt on his dick and wailed in delight as he poured it to her. He reached under her and rolled her marble sized clit between his fingers. She came when he did and they collapsed in a heap. At 4:30 am, a thoroughly contented ballerina turned librarian dropped Jake at his house. She felt as if she had just danced the lead in 'Swan Lake' for the Bolshoi. She still had on her evening gown, although all she had under it was glistening skin, and black satin slippers on her tiny feet. Her body ached pleasantly; even her jaw was sore from sucking him off in the shower. She knew now that she wouldn't have any problems writing love scenes for her novel. Jake felt a shiver run through him when she held his face and said, "Jacob, even if you live two lifetimes, no one will ever love you more than I do tonight." Jake was one whipped puppy when he crawled into bed. But not whipped enough to miss the fact that Melissa was already in it, wearing nothing but her panties. He snuggled up to her butt again and was out like a light. Jake woke up groggily at nine the next morning. Melissa wasn't in the bed but as soon as he sat up he saw her exit the bathroom, still in just her panties. She saw him looking and squared her shoulders. "I hope you don't mind, this is the way I always sleep," she said, "besides I guess I'm your sister now and you get to look if you want." Then she pulled down the front of her panties exposing a rich superfluity of black curly hair. "I've been told that I'm going to have to do something about this though; got any ideas?" She grabbed her clothes and scampered through the bath to her room before Jake could even reply. Jake told his family about the ballet and the dinner at 'Top of Orlando'. Helen said he must have had a good time judging from the hour he got home. Jake allowed that he had a wonderful time but more from the company than from the ballet. Charles said amen to that and got a dirty look from Helen. She told him that he wasn't getting out of taking her to 'The Nutcracker' at Christmas and she expected the same treatment Jake's date received. Jake raised his eyebrows at that and Helen gave him a private smile while everyone else was laughing. After church, Jake, Melissa and his sisters held another council. Mel had the floor plans for the Welch home and they looked them over although Jake had cooled considerably to the idea of a home invasion. He didn't like the idea of meeting them on their home turf and Beth had told him they had a couple of trained Dobermans. They agreed that the best bet would be to lure the brothers somewhere and snatch them up; all they needed was bait. Debbie said she had an idea and went to make a phone call. She refused to tell anyone what she was up too and said they would find out soon enough. Jake and Charles were in the pool playing water polo against Helen, Angie, and Melissa when Debbie walked out of the house with bikini-clad Laurie and Cindy. All three splashed into the pool and joined the game. The three new arrivals formed a team with Charles and Jake was teamed with the other three women. After half an hour, Melissa went inside with Angie and Helen in tow. Cindy went to one side of the deep end with Jake as Debbie and Laurie cornered Charles on the opposite side. They had stopped pretending to play and were kissing and rubbing against him. "Debbie told me about your plan for the guys that got you beat up; count me and Laurie in," Cindy said. "I'll have to think about that Cindy; I'm not going to put you two in a situation that could get you hurt," Jake said. "I know you won't let anything bad happen to us," she said. Jake hugged her to him; Debbie's idea had merit. If these two little hotties couldn't entice Wayne and Blaine out of Oak Ridge, no one could. He started formulating a plan but Cindy stopped the process. She leaned against him and kissed him. "Your sister is something else; she's got Laurie doing anything she wants, and now they want me to join them." "What do you think about that?" he asked. "She's beautiful and so self-assured; I'm tempted -- but she's your sister." "Don't let that bother you; you know I see other girls and fair is fair." They went over and joined Charles and the other teens, splashing them as they arrived. After a huge water fight, everyone went in to change and eat a snack. Conversation in the nook was lively and even Melissa laughed some. Cindy and Laurie took their leave; Jake, Charles, and Debbie walked them to the car. Both girls kissed and hugged Debbie then Cindy gave Jake a smoldering kiss to last him until they saw each other again. Charles got the same from Laurie and this time let her use all the tongue she wanted. They walked inside. Charles told them Randal Thornton and his family was having dinner with them, so everyone should be dressed and ready for guests at six. Jake went upstairs to take a nap; he hadn't gotten much sleep last night and needed to recharge his batteries. Helen and the girls started supper. The Thorntons arrived precisely on time. Charles introduced his family and Randal did the same. Mrs. Maria Thornton was a vivacious woman with just a hint of Spanish accent. She was well built and didn't dress to hide her figure. Jake caught Charles eyeing her substantial display of cleavage. Their son Tyler was twenty and in his second year at Princeton. He was about 5'10", slender, and handsome. Daughter Marissa was sixteen, cute and short; she had happily inherited her mother's bosom. The teens and Tyler went out to the pool deck while the adults had cocktails in the living room. Dinner was enjoyable; Angie, Tyler, Debbie, and Marisa ate in the nook, and everyone else ate in the dining room. After dinner, the adults stayed in the dining room while the young people went back outside. Charles came out and retrieved Melissa and she stayed talking with them for a while. Randal was the executor of Russell Thornton's will; Melissa would receive a substantial inheritance that would be in trust until she was twenty-one. Vivian and Chip were already lobbying to gain control of her trust. At Charles' recommendation, Melissa decided to have her trust transferred to Palmdale Savings and Loan with Jack Sorenson administering it. Any decisions Jack made would be cleared with Randal. Melissa would receive an annual stipend of $100,000 until she depleted the trust fund. Charles agreed to take her to Jack Sorenson to make the arrangements, and suggested she let her money stay in the bank. Melissa started crying, and then fiercely hugged Charles and Helen. While the men continued discussing finances with Melissa, Helen and Maria wandered out to the pool. Helen called Jake aside and told him what was going on. Maria was impressed with this strapping young man. He radiated confidence and maturity well beyond his years. Helen excused herself and left them alone as she went to talk to the other four children. Jake put his hand on Maria's arm and looked into her eyes as they chatted. His touch was electric and his eyes mesmerizing. 'Down girl, ' she told herself. It seemed only natural when he took her hand and offered to show her the rest of the house. They stopped at the picnic table where everyone was sitting and asked if anyone else wanted a tour. Angie said she'd show Tyler around after they finished their sodas, Debbie and Marisa were engrossed in conversation, and Helen said go ahead. Jake led Maria through the downstairs so she could oh and ah at Helen's decorating and then he led her up the grand stair case to the second floor. They made a quick tour upstairs and as they reached the small stair case to the laundry room Maria stopped and turned to Jake. "I thought you brought me up here to try something funny," she said. "Disappointed?" he asked. She stepped closer to him and looked up, "If you don't at least try to kiss me I'll think I've lost my allure." Jake bent down and kissed her lightly, "How's that?" he asked. "That was sweet but it made me feel motherly, not desirable," she said. "What about Mr. Thornton?" Jake asked. "We have an understanding; he's probably putting the make on your beautiful mother right this minute. I know because we talked about it earlier; I really like your tall handsome father, he looks and acts like English royalty." That shed a different light on things, he thought, no need for him to be noble now. He dipped his head again, captured her lips, and slipped his hand under her fashionably short dress. He cupped her mound through her panty hose and squeezed it as his tongue snaked in her mouth. She pulled away from him and stepped back, "I can see you will not need me to teach you in love, my caballero. We will continue this later. Marisa and I are going to stay a while. Randal will fly Tyler back to school tomorrow and come back Wednesday. We like it here and might move down to be near Randal's family. I have to stay fresh; we are taking your parents out on the town." Jake was amazed at these developments. He sure would like to be a fly on the wall at this evening's festivity. He pulled her back for another kiss and led her downstairs. Before she could disappear into the powder room, Jake asked her if she would tell him what happened tonight the next time he saw her. She agreed and said she would see him tomorrow and tell him all about it. Randall and Maria took Charles and Helen to the Amore for dancing at ten. Angie and Debbie drove Tyler and Marisa back at the same time. As soon as their cars were out of the driveway, Jake threw a squealing and giggling Melissa over his shoulder and headed upstairs. "Time to do something about that fur, big sister, you know the rules." ------- Monday morning, Jake told his (now three) sisters his Welch brothers plan and invited them to shoot it full of holes. They made suggestions and comments and, by the time they arrived at school, they had pounded out something that might work. Jake thought Angie and Debbie each looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary but he was preoccupied and did not ask them about it. He figured they would spill the beans soon enough. Melissa had shown them her trimmed-up little love nest and griped some because all Jake had done was groom it. Jake breezed through his day. Erika had a doctor's appointment and left with Helga right after chemistry. Helga gave him a kiss when Jake walked them to their car; she also made sure her ample bosom rubbed against his arm. Erika rolled her eyes and gave Jake a tongue swab. Jake sat with Beth again at study hall. "Your girlfriend acted mad Friday," she said. "I'm sorry about that, I told her we were friends and not to pull that again. We're dating, not married, or even going steady." Beth looked especially nice today; she even took off her glasses when they were talking. He told her how pretty her eyes were and how nice her hair smelled. She blushed and thanked him. Jake asked her where the Welch brothers and their crowd hung out. She told him they hung around the Dairy Queen in Oak Ridge. They showed off their cars and did a little racing down state road 45. That road had a wide straight section four miles long; Jake would love to get Melissa's Corvette on it one night. Jake asked a few more questions about the habits of the Oak Ridge bad asses. Beth said they were pussy hounds and thought they were big time Romeos. She said they often ended up dating younger girls because the older ones knew what rotten assholes they were. "Beth, will you go out with me to the Steak and Shake?" he asked. "You don't have to do that Jake, I'll still help you. If you are asking me so you can get an easy piece of ass, you can just forget it." "We'll be going with Erik Johansson and my sister," he said, "So I'm not going to try to get in your little hippie jeans. I just want to take you out. My sister will be along to keep you from taking advantage of me." "Ok, okay", she laughed, "But if you're going to play hard to get it's a one-time deal." He spent a few minutes talking to Rebecca. She was still floating from Saturday night. She asked if he would come over one evening that week for supper and he agreed. He said he would have to check on which night he could get out. Football practice was torture. Coach Nelson put them through the wringer. They were playing Lake Wales, the defending state champion. Although Lake Wales was a division IIIA team, the same as Kennedy, they were not in the same conference. Nelson and the Lake Wales coach were teammates at Florida State and still good friends. They had set up games between their schools as a friendly rivalry. Last year Kennedy lost 44 to 14. Coach Nelson was determined not to let that happen again. Jake's thigh was mostly healed, but his arm twinged when he drove his shoulder into a tackle. Coach kept him out of contact drills and had him work on conditioning instead. Erika was waiting for him after practice, sitting on the hood of Helga's Nova. She had a miniskirt on for the first time since he met her. Conspicuously absent was her industrial strength bra; her large breasts rose majestically in a tight baby blue sweater. Jake did not know who was more surprised, him, or Erik. When she saw Jake, she gracefully slid off the hood and met him half way across the parking lot. She did a pirouette in front of him. "You like?" she asked. "Oh yeah," he replied. Jake worked the phones that afternoon. He called Cindy and asked if she and Laurie could come over after supper for a few minutes. Erika had agreed to come over and bring Erik. Scott Hughes and Ray Robinson would be there also. Jake called Gail Martin and chatted with her a few minutes then asked to speak with her dad. Jake asked to come over Tuesday evening to see Gail and talk to him privately. He told Jake to hold on and, after a minute of muffled conversation that included a loud --YES! -- from Gail, told him ok. Jake, his sister and friends sat around the pool and Jake filled them in on his plan. Everyone agreed to his or her part without reservation. Having such good people in his life humbled Jake. The planning session broke up at eight-thirty and everyone trudged out. They would have a dress rehearsal Wednesday and do it Thursday. For tomorrow, everyone had a shopping list and a wad of Jake's money. ------- Chapter 20 Jake went up to his room after the meeting broke up. He thought the plan they had made was a good one -- it minimized risks to them and would, they hoped, force at least a truce with the Welches. He didn't want to have to watch his back for the rest of the school year or the rest of his life. He was finishing up homework when Helen popped in. "Got a minute, Honey?" she asked. "I'll always have time for you; you are the love of my life." She smiled at him then closed and locked his door. Then she locked the connecting door to his bathroom and sat down on his bed. He swung around to face her; she looked especially beautiful tonight -- her long lustrous black hair gleamed in the light and the blue and white dress she wore hugged her curves. "Come sit with me," she said, "I hardly get to spend any time with you." Jake came over to the bed and pushed her backwards until she was lying on her back. Then he plopped down beside her and propped his head on his elbow; his other arm was across her waist. She looked up at him and sighed. "That's better. Maria Thornton raved about you last night, she said you are so handsome and mature she wished she were younger. If you play your cards right she would take you to bed in a heartbeat." "I think she probably would, but I don't know if I want to get involved with her. I didn't hear you come in last night, how was your evening?" "It was nice and very interesting; we went to that club you went to with Sara. It is really a romantic place. We danced and talked for four hours; they are a charming couple." "Did you dance with Randal?" "Yes, almost exclusively; how did you know?" "If I was him I would have wanted to you in my arms." "He was very attentive; it must have been the champagne we drank because I let him take a few liberties. He is the first man outside my family I ever let touch me that way." "What about Dad?" "Maria made sure he wasn't neglected; I don't think they are as new at this as we are. I only caught a couple of looks at them -- they were in the opposite corner from us -- but she was pressing up against him keeping their faces very close. Then I was distracted by Randal; his hands were all over me, and I was enjoying the feeling." By now Jake was massaging her full breast; he stopped to unbutton her dress, and then slipped his hand into her bra. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. "When we sat down during the band's break," she continued, "Randal put his hand on my leg and pushed under my dress." Jake did the same thing; he reached her panties and they were soaked. Helen grabbed his hand and stopped him from touching her mound. "I didn't let him get that far, Jacob; that's a big step for me." Jake kissed her and moved her hand to her side. She eagerly sucked his tongue into her mouth. As Jake came up for air, he stroked her thigh just below her panties. "What happened then?" "We danced the last set and I let him feel my breasts; it was exciting. He got me in the corner and kissed me. But that was as far as it went at the club. We left and it seemed natural for me to get in the front seat with him while Charles and Maria got in the back. We were like teenagers on a double date. I sat close to him and he had his hand in my bra feeling me up. I glanced over the seat and Charles was doing the same with Maria. We got home and they walked us to the door. We kissed goodnight. Maria even frenched me; that was a big shock, I've never passion-kissed a woman like that." She finished talking and pulled him down for a kiss. Jake cupped her mound and her hips lifted. "Oh Jacob, okay honey -- but only on the outside," she moaned. She humped his hand until she came. Then got up and straightened her clothes. "Thank you, Jacob, I promise that if I do give this to someone else it'll be you." "Fair enough", said Jake, "But I'd like you to continue with the Thornton's, I think what Maria did with you was sexy." "It's strange, but I liked it; we'll see about the other, it could have just been the drinks that made everyone so uninhibited." With a final kiss, she unlocked his doors and was gone, leaving him with a massive hard-on. As luck would have it, no one came in to share his bed that night. He had to resort to strangulating his domesticated fowl. Tuesday was a normal day at school. Vicki Greer kept him after class to tell him the pregnancy test was positive; she was due the third week of May. She would be able to finish the school year and have all summer to arrange childcare. She was as elated as he had ever seen anyone. Bill was as happy as she was, she told him. Jake said he was thrilled for her also and offered his congratulations. Beth walked him to his locker after geometry; she and Jake were talking about the test they just completed when Erika strode up. Beth started to leave but Jake held her by her arm. Erika was pleasant to Beth and did not start-up her jealousy antics, she took Jake's hand in hers and after Beth departed, they went to chemistry. Erika acknowledged Jake's quizzical questioning look by telling him she had had a long talk with her mother about her feelings of jealousy. Her mom explained and re-explained that being too possessive was the best way to lose a man. It made sense to Erika. So, she decided that she was just going to love Jake, accept his love, and be happy. What she wasn't happy about, she said, was the pharmacist telling her that she couldn't count on the birth control pills to be fully effective until after a full month and one complete cycle had passed. Helga bought her another six-pack of rubbers (Thank you, Mom.) but Erika was disappointed Jake couldn't ride bare immediately. Study hall was very pleasant. Rebecca asked him to help in the storage room again and they kissed and talked. Jake was really starting to have serious feeling for Rebecca. He loved all the women in his life but felt tenderness towards Rebecca Doane that was special. He was back at his table with Beth in fifteen minutes. Beth teased him about being the teacher's pet and he laughed at her good-natured ribbing. He was going to have to make sure he and Rebecca kept a low profile to keep any suspicions from forming. His shoulder felt better at practice. He was confident he would be nearing a hundred percent by the game Friday. Coach had them practice some new plays and the offense looked good. Brad passed with pinpoint accurate and Ray Robinson ran with authority. They were going to give Lake Wales a run for the money. That evening, Jake was in his room finishing his homework when Angie came in with her purchases from his list. She handed him the bag with the rope and duct tape and told him she had gone to two different stores to get them as he had instructed. While she was talking, Erika's revelation about the pill struck him. He asked Angie about it and she said that she had a diaphragm plus spermicidal jelly for a back up when they made love. She said she was not ready for him to make her a mommy-yet. With that off his mind, Jake got dressed and asked Melissa to drive him to the Martins. Gail was very pleased to see him and immediately kissed him passionately -- right in front of her parents. Jake thought of Bob Martin's little warning speech and disentangled himself. Gail laughed when Jake looked at Bob sheepishly. "Daddy, stop trying to scare Jake," she said, "His parents are the ones who should be worried about what I have on my mind." Bob turned red up to his receding hairline. Gail laughed some more and told them she would leave them alone for a few minute but asked her dad not to monopolize Jake's time there. She wanted to spend some with Jake too. Bob led Jake to the garage and they sat in the burgundy leather, tuck-and-rolled interior of the Mercury. Bob asked what was on his mind; Jake told him about his problem with the Welches and his plan to resolve it. Bob looked at him with a new respect; it was just the head-on way he thought problems like that should be solved. "What can I do to help?" Bob asked. Jake explained that he needed Bob to rent him a cargo van for Thursday night. Jake said to leave it in his driveway with the keys in it; that way, if they were caught, Bob could honestly say it was stolen. Bob agreed that it was a good plan and said the van would be there Thursday afternoon. Bob looked wistful when Jake said it would not be a good idea for Bob to go along with them. Jake told him that everyone going was a minor and could claim it was a prank; but if came along with them, it would ruin their cover story. Bob reluctantly agreed and they walked back inside. Bob didn't say a thing when Gail grabbed Jake's hand and said she was taking him to see her room. She had a spacious bedroom with her own bathroom. It was like a studio apartment. They sat on the couch and she asked him if he knew about her scholarship. Jake said his dad had mentioned it but that's all he knew. She did not believe him, but accepted what he said. She slithered into his arms and they started kissing. She took his hand and moved it up to her breast. Jake squeezed her tit through her pink alpaca sweater and she moaned into his mouth. "Oh Jake, it's been so long since I've felt a lover's touch." "Are we going to be lovers?" he asked. "I want us to be, I've thought about you constantly since our date," she answered. Jake pushed up her sweater and unhooked her lacy pink bra. "Are you wearing matching panties"? "Find out for yourself," she invited. He did and for good measure, he finger-fucked her until she came on his hand; she bit his shoulder to keep from crying out. She tried to get him to make love to her but they didn't have protection and he was uncomfortable with her parents in the house. She told him that next time she would be better prepared. They straightened their clothes and she took him home. Jake was just about to get into bed when Angie came into his room. Wordlessly she stripped and lay on top of his bedspread. She held out her arms as he undressed and climbed between her legs. They were cuddled up naked when Melissa eased into bed behind him. "I tried to sleep alone last night Jake; but I tossed and turned all night," she said. He reached behind him and pulled her up against his back. She put her arm over him and Angie and kissed his shoulder. In less than a minute, her gentle breath against his back told him she was asleep. Angie had already gone back to her room when Jake shook Melissa awake the next morning. He conned her into taking a shower with him; then she hogged the bathroom to get ready for school. The school day flew by, as did football practice. Soon enough it was six and Jake and Debbie went to meet their co-conspirators. Everyone assembled at the Boy Scout camp and Jake passed out the equipment they had gathered. Erik, Erika, and Debbie received camouflaged fatigues and ski masks. He handed Erik the bag with rope and duct tape; Erika got two sand bags. He walked everyone through what would happen using Scott and Ray as stand-ins for Wayne and Blaine. He kept at it for an hour until everyone knew his or her part. Satisfied, Jake sent everyone home. He was asleep holding Melissa by ten. On Thursday, time did not want to pass. Jake was anxious to get tonight over with and get the Welches behind him. He was not very attentive in his classes and drew a few odd looks from his teachers. At study hall, he asked Rebecca if Katherine would be home at five because he needed to talk to her for a few minutes. She said she would be and reminded him about having dinner this week. He asked if Sunday would be good for them, if so, he could get there at around two and stay until eight. Her eyes lit up and she said that timing would be perfect. Jake's shoulder felt fine at practice and he did some light hitting on the blocking sled to test it out. Hitting the sled harder and harder, he felt no pain. He told Coach Nelson how it went and the coach was relieved. Erik took Jake home from practice and dropped him at Rebecca's. Katherine met him at the door and pulled him in for a kiss. Then Rebecca wanted her turn. He asked them if they could drive him home so they could talk in the car. They piled into Katherine's Lincoln and he explained his plan for the evening. Rebecca was hearing it for the first time and she was stunned. She was scared and worried that something might happen to him. Katherine asked him a series of 'what ifs' and Jake answered them all. She said she could not find any flaws in his plan, provided the Welches took the bait as intended. Jake agreed; the biggest hurdle would be getting the brothers to follow the bait, Cindy and Laurie, to the remote rendezvous. Jake stepped out of the car in his driveway; Rebecca got out also and was hanging onto him like a Cuban refugee on a life raft. He promised he would call her when he got home that night and, somewhat mollified, she released him, kissed him, and got back in the car. Cindy and Laurie were already upstairs; Angie and Melissa were fixing them up with their schoolgirl fantasy outfits. At six, Debbie and Jake took their bags of uniforms and equipment and drove to the Martins' house. A plain white panel van was waiting, as promised, in the drive; the keys were in the ignition. Debbie got in and drove the van back to the house while Jake followed her. Debbie parked the van on the street in front of their house and she and Jake transferred their gear from the car to the van. Angie came out of the house with Melissa; they drove to the movie theater and bought four tickets. The two went in and watched the movie; the four stubs were to establish a cover story for Debbie and Jake. Cindy and Laurie took the Fiat and Debbie and Jake took the van to the Boy Scout camp where they met up with Scott, Eric, Ray, and Erica. While the others took up their assigned positions, Erik and Jake got into Erik's truck and followed Cindy and Laurie as they took the little Fiat to the Dairy Queen. The Welches were sure to be hanging around the DQ and notice them... There was only one part of the plan that Jake wouldn't compromise on in the planning. Everyone told him that he shouldn't go to the Oak Ridge DQ; but he insisted that he be there in case anything went wrong. As soon as Cindy and Laurie pulled up, the Okies were all over them. Wayne and Blaine ran off all the competition and soon were trying to get the young girls to leave with them. Things looked like they were getting out of control and Jake was about to go get them when Cindy and Laurie walked back to the Fiat. Wayne and Blaine jumped into their Camero and followed them when they drove off. Erik wheeled his truck around and headed up the same road a good distance behind the Welches. About five miles from their destination Erik picked up speed, passed both cars, and sped ahead to the camp. They cached Erik's truck and everyone got in position. Jake checked the silenced.22 that Debbie had somehow 'borrowed' without paperwork from Tiny. (Jake was going to have to find out sometime just what the hell was going on between those two.) He chambered a round and waited. He hadn't even test fired the.22; he hoped it worked if --god forbid-- he needed it. He had to admit it at least looked impressive as all get out. It seemed forever before two sets of headlights swept down the rutted road. As soon as both cars were well down the entrance, Scott pulled the van across the drive and raised the engine compartment cover. He was pretending to work on the engine while keeping watch. Jake checked his Timex, 7:25 and it was full dark. The moon would not be up for another half hour. Cindy wheeled her car into the spot Jake had picked and she and Laurie jumped out. When Wayne and Blaine pulled up, the closest spot to Cindy's car channeled them through Jake's ambush to get to the girls. Wayne and his brother, stimulated into sexual single-mindedness, walked in a beeline towards the picnic table the girls were sitting on. As they were passing, Jake stepped from behind a tree to their left. "Stop right there," Jake said. Startled, the Welches spun towards his voice. In front of them was a big guy dressed in black, wearing something over his face, and holding a huge pistol, which seemed to grow in size as they stared at it. There were two even bigger guys in army fatigues and masks behind him. They both had shotguns pointing at the brothers' balls. "You got to be fucking kidding," Wayne said as the shock wore off. "Listen to my voice and decide whether I'm joking or not, punks. Do exactly as I say or I'm going to shoot one of you in the kneecap: since you're twins I'll probably have to shoot the other one, too. Now, shut up, get down on your knees, and press your arms against your sides." Jake said, gesturing with the pistol. "Do it! Do it now!" he said with increased volume and menace. The twins looked at each other then knelt down, their eyes darting left and right in panic. "What should I do with your jailbait girlfriends?" Jake asked. "Please don't hurt us mister," Cindy begged in a scared, little girl voice, "We just met them tonight; we're not their girlfriends." Cindy was already showing the acting talent that would make her the toast of Hollywood six years in the future. "Is that true? Jake asked. Both kneeling boys nodded yes. "Get in your car and get out of here. If you tell anyone about this, we'll find you and make you regret opening your mouth," Jake said to the girls, menacingly. The girls ran to the Fiat, jumped in, and sped away. "Don't move a muscle," Jake said to the Welches in a steely voice, "Two more of my men are going to blindfold you. You will not be hurt if you follow instructions." Debbie and Erika had snuck up behind the twins while Jake kept them riveted on the armed trio. They quickly pulled sand bags over the stupefied brothers' heads and started wrapping the duct tape around their torsos. After a few immobilizing turns of tape, Erik and Ray ran over and helped. In less than a minute the Welches were secured in silver duct tape straight jackets, their arms pinned helplessly to their sides. At a nod from Jake, Erik and Ray easily pulled the twins to their feet and led them to the van. Debbie opened the back door and Erik and Ray pushed them in. Erik, Erika and Ray quickly shed their jungle fatigues and masks. Erika collected the masks, including Debbie' and Jake's, and Erik took Sven's shotgun from Ray. All three dashed to Erik's truck, drove to the entrance of the camp, and stopped behind Cindy's car. Ray got out and got in Scott's van. Scott pulled out, unblocking the driveway. Cindy pulled out behind them and went home; Erik went the opposite direction towards his house. Back at the campground Jake stuffed the fatigues and gun into a duffle bag and threw it in the van. Debbie got in the driver's seat and started the van; Jake ran to the twins Camaro and removed the license plate. He taped the Camaro's plate over the van's plate and hopped in the passenger seat. Debbie drove sedately out of the camp and turned towards Oak Ridge. Jake looked at his watch. It was 7:40. The terrified Welches hadn't made a peep. Debbie pulled into the lot of the service station that Beth's father worked at with the lights off. They pulled between two other vehicles and Debbie killed the engine. Jake pulled the sand bags off the twin's heads. "Turner!" they said in unison. Jake looked at the two for almost a minute with out saying anything. He made a slight adjustment to his plan and addressed his captives. "I was going to let Debbie do the questioning because she did so well with Ralph last time." He suppressed a smile as they both looked at Debbie and flinched. Debbie wore black jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. Her hair was in a ponytail, she had on a whitish make up and her mouth was a blood red slash of lip stick; she looked cruel and scary. "But maybe that won't be necessary; maybe we can resolve this to everyone satisfaction without anyone being hurt. How does that sound?" The Welches nodded yes using short, almost-frantic nods and looked at Debbie again. Debbie looked unhappy but finally, apparently reluctantly, nodded consent also. "Good, I'm going to forget you guys hired those idiots to hurt me, but only if you tell me exactly why you did it. Who wants to go first?" The Welches exchanged another look and Blaine said, "Chip Thornton paid us $500 to fuck you up. Afterwards, he wanted his money back because you weren't messed up enough." Jake nodded and Debbie scowled, her displeasure was not lost on the twins. "Did you give him a refund?" Jake asked. "Fuck no," said Wayne, "We did what he wanted; we kept the money." "Good for you," Jake said companionably, "How much do you charge to knock somebody off?" The twins looked at him in astonishment. "Chip asked us the same question. We told him no way; we have a nice little drug business going and getting bigger every week. We'll be as rich as him in three years, man. Whacking somebody could end us up in prison for life; what we are doing can't get us more than five years. We wouldn't take you out for him and we're not gonna' take him out for you. We only agreed to get you beat up because he's a good customer." Jake nodded. It made sense; if they were growing and selling pot wholesale, they stood to make a shit-load of money. The harsh mandatory sentences for marijuana weren't in effect in 1971, and law enforcement was not as coordinated as they were in his later life. It was easily conceivable for the Welches to be multi-millionaires in three years. If they had the discipline, they could get out of the business and do whatever legitimate thing they wanted. Jake knew they were smart, but he doubted they'd retire early. "Fair enough", Jake said, "What are we going to do now? Are we going to act like we're in grade school and keep at each other or are we going to forget this and get on with our lives?" The Welches said nothing; but you could see twin gears turning in their twin heads. Jake continued, "I have nothing truly personal with you - yet. If we can live-and-let-live, there would be no reason for any bad feelings between us. And you really should stay away from Chip; with his money, he could easily mess up your lives while he escapes any punishment." Wayne reacted first, "Damn Turner, you are the first asshole I've ever seen who got smarter sniffing glue." "Why don't you partner up with us?" continued Blaine, "You'll be rich." "Thanks guys -- but I'm going into politics and try to make weed legal; so you better make your money while you can." All the males laughed and Jake told Debbie to drive back to the camp. To make things clear, Jake said, "Let's not have anything that would lead to a repeat of tonight. Keep your distance and not a peep to Chip; things will be cool." The Welches were quick to agree and voice their sincerity. Jake cut them loose at the entrance. Debbie watched the twins with ill-disguised malevolence, 9mm still in her hand, as Jake took their license plate off the van and gave it to them. The twins were clearly impressed with the thoroughness of his plan. "Gentlemen, let's shake on our new relationship," Jake said holding out his hand. After shaking hands, the twins trudged down the long driveway to the camp. Debbie put the van in gear as soon as Jake got in. They drove a mile up the road before Jake had her pull into a gas station and park on the side. They stayed there fifteen minutes to see if the Welches were following them. Satisfied the twins weren't behind them, Debbie drove to the Martins' house to return the van. Bob Martin met them at the door and asked Jake how it went. Jake told him pretty good and that he thought the problem was solved. Bob invited them in to wait for their ride. Gail was surprised to see Jake and Debbie; she would have been even more surprised to see Debbie's weapon, but Debbie had it well-concealed. Gail gave them both a hug and sat on the couch next to Jake. Angie and Melissa collected their brother and sister at 8:45. All three girls razzed Jake about the intensity of the kiss Gail sent him off with. They were in their house at nine, the adrenaline had worn off, and the teens were all tired. Angie and Melissa told the parental units all about the movie and Jake called Rebecca to tell her he was ok. Jake also called Erika and Cindy to make sure everyone had made it home. After Jake hung up the phone, he excused himself and headed to his room. In about five minutes his sisters all joined him and they talked about the evening some more. Debbie said that she would return Tiny's.22 during lunch tomorrow and give him the jungle fatigues they had bought. That, Jake hoped, was that. Angie and Debbie kissed him as he sat at his desk and went to bed. Melissa wasn't even pretending to be sleeping in the guest room anymore. She undressed, dug out one of Jake's tee-shirts to sleep in, and climbed under the covers of Jake's bed. She wriggled her panties from under the tee-shirt and threw them at Jake. With the sheet pulled up to her chin she told Jake that she had asked Helen if she could sleep in his bed for a while. "Your mom is amazing", Melissa said, "I told her we weren't having sex even though I wanted to. Your mother didn't seem surprised and said you were special. I sure agree with that." Then Melissa turned on her side and was immediately asleep. Jake sat at his desk in the dark thinking about today's events. He thought that the Welch brothers would leave him alone and go about the business of getting rich from selling weed. He had no ethical problem with their profession. In his first life, he had smoked pot by the garbage bag full during and after his first tour in Vietnam. He considered marijuana less harmful than alcohol and cigarettes. Chip and Vivian Thornton were the big issue now. Jake was pretty much convinced that those two had helped Russell Sr. to the pearly gates but did not have a shred of evidence to back up his suspicions. Then there was the problem of Chip's hatred of him and Debbie. He hoped that Vivian was smart enough to get Chip to lie low for a while. Jake decided he wasn't accomplishing anything by sitting there worrying so he got on the bed behind Mel and spooned up to her warm butt. Jake rode to school with Debbie in the Falcon Friday morning and Melissa took Angie in her Vette. Jake finally got to ask Debbie about her and Tiny. She said she couldn't explain the attraction but she was as hot for him as she was for Jake or Dad. She said the three of them were pretty much the only real men she knew. He asked her about what Cindy had said regarding Laurie. Debbie gave him a grin and told him that she had developed a taste for small girls and women who were a little submissive. She said she saw that in Laurie and Cindy but wasn't after Cindy because of him. Jake told her that Cindy might be interested and to go for it, but he wanted the dirty details. She laughed and said thanks. Jake told her about Ms. Chan; Debbie said she had been too keyed-up the day he was injured to notice but would check her out. His gang of desperados was waiting in the parking lot and they all walked in to school together, this time for companionship, not protection. ------- Chapter 21 Friday, Jake breezed through the school day smiling from ear to ear. He was elated that the confrontation with the Welches went so well. He told Vicki Greer how beautiful she looked at homeroom and she smiled her thanks. He put his hand on Beth's arm after geometry and kept it there as they walked to their lockers. He also told her how pretty she was. She was still dressing in hip hugger jeans and loose tops but she was definitely putting some effort into her grooming. Beth and Erika exchanged polite greeting when Erika walked up. Erika leaned against him as always as he exchanged books in his locker. He took her hand and they strolled to chemistry. Mr. McClelland was in a jovial mood also; Jake went up and asked him why he was so happy. "Jacob my lad, I've met the most extraordinary woman. She has evoked feelings in me that are not within the normal distribution of my emotions. I am smitten." "Who is she?" Jake asked. "Who is she indeed, is she a fallen angel sent here to torment my soul or..." "I mean what is her name." Jake cut him off in mid-ramble. "Her name is Denise Smith. Ah, Denise, is there another name that could so evoke..." Jake cut him off again, "Er, Mr. McClelland where did you meet her?" "She just transferred to our faculty from the University of Heaven, she is an angel teaching art. Art, how apropos because she is a work of..." "Well, good luck," Jake said quickly. As he walked away, Carl McClelland was still waxing poetic about Miss Smith. Later at lunch, Jake was watching the teacher's tables to see if he could spot Miss Denise Smith. Mr. McClelland made it easy for him. Rebecca Doane walked up alongside a little pixy with red hair and Mr. McClelland jumped up so fast his chair tumbled over backwards. He was blushing and tongue-tied as the two women sat down. It was Gidget meets the Nutty Professor. But it was going to take a lot of elixir to change Mr. McClelland into Buddy Love. Then, of course, he got an idea. He would need serious help with Mr. McClelland; who better than the sisters Doane? He would ask Rebecca to also invite McClelland to dinner Sunday, maybe Katherine could do a kind of academic Mary Poppins thing with him. Tonight's football game was at Lake Wales, a two-hour buss ride across state. So they could get back home before too late, kick off was at six. The team and cheerleaders piled onto three busses at 2:30 and away they went. Jake had managed to snag a primo seat on the second bus. A few football players, the cheerleaders, and some teachers were sharing it with him. He was happy that one of the teachers was Rebecca. Jake was sitting with Melissa and Rebecca was sitting next to Debbie. Debbie gave Jake her devilish grin and he noticed that Debbie had her thigh pressed firmly against Rebecca's. The three women yakked about school and cheer-leading as Jake tried to focus on the upcoming game. Jake was surprised that Rebecca helped teach the cheerleaders dance routines. By the time they reached Lake Wales Debbie had managed to touch every part of Rebecca, inadvertently of course. As they exited the bus Jake pulled Debbie aside and warned her off Rebecca. Debbie laughed and said he should not worry; she was really just trying to get his goat. The football game that night was an epic struggle between two evenly-matched teams. Down by a touchdown, Kennedy scored with less than three minutes to play making the score 27 to 28. Down by just one point, Coach Nelson called time-out and gathered his team on the sidelines. "Gentlemen, we can play for a tie and go home knowing we were the equal of the defending state champion or we can go for the win. I say we go for it; if we lose, we lose trying to win. And why play if we aren't trying to win? What do you say?" Jake looked around quickly, then summed it up for his teammates, "Go for it Coach; no guts-no glory." For the point try, Jake was lined up at tight end on the side away from where the ball was going. His responsibility was to stop backside pursuers from chasing down the play. The play was an off-tackle slant that had worked for three or four yards all night. Brad Simmons took the snap under center and spun to his right, Ray Robinson took a perfect handoff and looked for the hole Erik had been opening. It was not there; the Lake Wale's coach had anticipated the play and had his down linemen submarine their counterparts. With the big guys on the ground three defensive backs dove over the pile, one met Ray head on. Ray spun out of the would-be tackler's grasp, but his momentum was slowed; he only made it to within a half yard of the end zone before being buried by Lake Wales bodies. Lake Wales held onto the ball and ran out the clock. Kennedy suffered their first loss. Even though they had scored more touchdowns than all of Lake Wales' other opponents combined, it was still a bitter pill. Coach quickly got them out of their funk when he told his players the Lake Wales coach told him that he'd see them when they played each other for the State Championship. Grief turned into focus as every player committed himself to winning their way to a rematch. Melissa held his hand and leaned against him during the bus ride back to Kennedy. She thought he needed consoling because of the loss. Jake wasn't dwelling on the losing aspect of the game; however, he was planning on how he could play better the next time they met. Jake and Melissa rode home with Debbie; Angie had driven Mel's Vette home from school. They arrived home shortly before eleven and Jake filled his folks in on the game. When he got upstairs Melissa was already in bed; he slipped in behind her and discovered she was completely naked. He whispered to her how naughty she was as he wrapped his arm over her and pushed up against her back. "I know," she said with a throaty laugh, "doncha you just love me?" He buried his face in her neck and the spooners drifted into dreamland. Jake woke up at 6:30 Saturday morning. He was on his back and Melissa was almost completely on top of him. Her long dark wavy hair was hiding her face as her head lay on his shoulder. Her naked breasts were flattened against his chest and her left leg was across both of his. She might be only eighteen but she sure knew how to sleep with a man. Jake was not immune to her charms. He had lusted after her body from the first time she picked him up after practice. But the time had never been right for him to take her and that went double for now. Still, he couldn't help caressing her generous ass as she lay on him. He knew she really struggled to keep her butt from getting bigger. She called it her Italian curse. It would spread out a little in her later years, but on October 19, 1971, he thought it was J-Lo booty-licious. Melissa awoke with Jake touching her ass; she yawned, stretched, and ground her pussy into his thigh. He swatted her on her ass and she cut him a look. Eyes smoldering, she pushed her ass up higher. "I'll give you all day to cut that out," she said. Jake laughed and caressed her shapely ass some more. "Seriously, Jake, when are you going to do something to me besides tease?" "Never," he said. She looked at him crestfallen. "I'm never going to do things to you, but I will do things for you and with you." She smiled at him again, "What is the difference"? Jake rolled her onto her back. "I'll show you, put your arms by your side and hold still." She complied and Jake went to work. He loved the contrast between her sun-bronzed body and the paler color of the skin hidden by her bathing suit. Her areolas were large, burgundy-colored, and capped with pencil eraser sized, slightly darker nipples. Jake loved playing with her breasts because she enjoyed it so much. He kissed and licked his way south and she spread her legs to accommodate his travels. He used his tongue to make broad swipes from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Her inner nether lips were dark pink and full, like Erika's. Her pussy was one of those delightfully fat and fleshy types Jake loved. He was going to enjoy having his cock totally buried in it one day soon. He wormed his tongue into her opening and was rewarded with a good taste of her nectar. Her taste was sweet and her juices thick like honey. As Jake feasted on her pussy, she was telling him how much she liked what he was doing. She was a talker and a sexy talker at that. Her voice was a melodious contralto, throaty and breathless. "Oh Jake, oh Sweetie, that feels good. I like it when you push your tongue in my pussy," she said. Jake redoubled his efforts and pushed a finger into her steaming slit; Melissa's hips rocked upward to get more finger and tongue. "Yes, Jake, just like that, just like that, just like that," she chanted. Jake pulled his finger from her slit and reached under her taking a butt cheek in each hand. He dragged his tongue up through her glistening lips and fastened them on her clit. Using the tip of his tongue, he lightly teased it from its protective hood. Her ass cheeks clinched in his hands as she pushed her pussy up against his mouth. "Jake, ummm Jake, don't stop, please don't stop, please, please, I'm getting close," she said. Jake flicked his tongue faster, and started pressing more firmly against her nubbin. Melissa started moving her ass up and down, hunching against his mouth. Every thrust of her hips mashed the top of her clit against his upper lip. "Jake, I'm going to scream!" she said. She grabbed a pillow and put it over her face. It muffled her cries some but she was still loud as she climaxed. He put more pressure on her clit and her scream went up an octave. When Melissa came you knew it, her orgasm lasted almost a full minute. She shook and trembled as she ran out of breath and her scream died down to a low moan. This was a woman who got her moneys worth when she came. Jake moved up beside her and pulled the pillow off her face. She rolled over on her side facing him, smiling contentedly. "Let me rest a minute, then you can fuck me," she said. "Not today", Jake said. "Today I was showing you what I meant when I said doing something for you. Besides I'm not going to just fuck you, we are going to make love. To do that we need plenty of time, time we don't have right now. So get that beautiful ass out of bed and let's take a shower. I want to shampoo that long sexy hair." "Jesus, no wonder every woman you know is in love with you," she said. They splashed and played in the shower; she tried to give him a pay-back blow job, but he stopped her. She pouted but she was secretly thrilled that he cared so much for her. She knew that he was correct in wanting to wait. It would be so much better after she recovered more fully from her father's death. Jake and Melissa were the first downstairs. Melissa started a pot of coffee. Jake was impressed that this little rich girl knew her way around a kitchen and he told her so. She let Jake know that her mother had done all the cooking until she died and that she and Chip were expected to help. They only had a part time housekeeper so she and Chip had chores like any other kids. After her mother had died, Vivian, the conniving bitch, had insisted on a full time maid and cook. Now that Daddy was gone, she would probably get a chauffeur and butler too, she sniffed. Helen and Charles came down stairs and Mel got them coffee. She gave Charles a cup and kissed his cheek. He put down the cup and hugged her. Helen got the same treatment. Melissa was firmly a member of the Turner family. Charles had a golf game set up with Randall so he gulped his coffee, kissed his wife and new daughter, and left. Debbie and Angie came down dressed and ready to go shopping. They grabbed Melissa and, after kisses all around, blasted off, bound for the new mall in Daytona. "Do you have any plans this morning Jacob?" Helen asked. "No immediate ones, I'll probably see Erika later though," he replied. "Good, you can help me move some things in the attic." Attic? Jake didn't know anything about an attic. The house did have dormer windows front and back but Jake thought they were merely decorative. There was no attic access to his knowledge. Helen led the way up the stairs; Jake admired the way her ass swished side to side within her semi-tight khaki shorts. She had on a loose fitting mans shirt and her hair was in a long pony tail held with a bow. She looked young and she looked good. Jake's dick snapped to attention like a drill team on parade. Helen knew he was looking and flexed her exercise tightened butt especially for him. She led him into the master suite, uncharted territory for Jake. The master suite was airy and spacious. The bedroom faced the front of the house, Jake noted. Helen led him to a hall way flanked by doors. She opened the door on the right and walked in, Jake followed her and discovered it was a large closet; at the back of it, a small stair case led up to the attic. "When we were married your father turned this end of the house into a master suite; before, it was a master bedroom and an upstairs sitting room. The architect hid the attic stairs in your dad's closet." Helen flipped a light switch at the bottom of the stairs and started up with Jake in tow. The stairs opened onto a large open space with a pine plank floor. Large gable end vents let in cooler air and attic vents let out the hot stale air. Jake was glad it was early on an October day; he bet this place was an oven on a summer afternoon. As if she were reading his mind, Helen said, "We need to be quick, it gets hot up here in a hurry." She led him to an area by one of the dormers and opened a trunk. She reached into the trunk and pulled out a large photo album that she clearly loved opening. She flipped a few pages and, finding what she wanted, handed it to Jake. Jake looked at the photo incredulously; it was like looking in a mirror with his reflection in black and white. Helen did not miss his surprised look. "That's your grandfather, Elliot Buckley. When you got your haircut, you looked just like a younger version of him. When you woke up from your coma your voice was different; you started to sound like him also. Furthermore, you act more like him every day." Her voice took on a yearning note as she continued, "I was in love with my father from about the age of twelve. I guess it was a normal infatuation that many girls go through, at first. But as I reached puberty, I started seeing him as my man, not my father. Father never remarried after my mother died. He always had beautiful women buzzing around him though, and I decided that I was going to replace them. I developed early; by fifteen, I pretty much looked like I do now. I convinced him to start taking me to functions as his escort. I started calling him Elliot and never mentioned I was his daughter. Soon he stopped mentioning it also." "I seduced him when I was sixteen; he resisted at first, but I was persistent. We moved from Boston to New York and lived as man and wife. When he was called up to active duty in Korea, I came down here to stay with my aunt and uncle until he returned. You know the rest of the story. Now all of the sudden it's as if he is back; you look like him, sound like him, and with every passing day, you act more like him. I am falling in love with you, just the way I fell in love with him. Jake, I hunger for you and my ability to resist you gets weaker the more like him you become." Jake looked at her and his mind raced; how could he be acting more like Elliot? Was whatever caused him to know his grandfather's name some part of Elliot Buckley's mind that came to roost in Jake's dead brain? Or did the occupation of Jake by Jay's mind wrinkle the fabric of time just long enough for some cosmic tendril of Elliot's existence to slip in with him? Jake stood up and reached down his hand to her. She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. She came in to his arms willingly and laid her head on his chest. He held her and stroked her hair. "I'll stop pushing you, Mom; I don't want you hurting like this." "Don't you dare stop, Jacob Turner. Deborah has her sights set on your dad just like I had on mine and Angela is starting to catch the bug also. Our family keeps getting closer and stronger so this can't all be wrong. I'm going to be harder to seduce than your other women; but it will be worth the effort, I promise you." She stood on her tiptoes, kissed him on the nose, then slipped out of his arms and went down stairs. Jake stood there for a few seconds, thought about how often she spontaneously claimed it was going to be hard for him to seduce her, shrugged, and started going through the footlocker. He was not surprised that each item he touched somehow felt familiar. Jake spent half an hour looking at Elliot's memorabilia, and then went downstairs to wait for Erika. He was heading for the family room when Helen came walking down the stairs. She was wearing a long sleeved blue blouse tucked into the denim miniskirt she bought when they were school shopping. Her shapely tanned legs were bare. Her hair was teased slightly and floated around her head as she moved. She looked good enough to eat. "Maria is coming over and we're going to meet the girls at the mall for lunch," Helen said. She was now standing two steps above where he waited. "I didn't put on my lipstick yet in case you wanted to kiss me. Do you?" "Helen, of course I want to kiss you, my darling," Jake said. Helen gave a startled gasp and tottered forward, Jake caught her before he fell. What the hell? What had come out of his lips was something he would never say. Helen shakily regained her footing and looked at him in shocked disbelief,. "That is the exact same thing my father said to me when I asked him that question twenty-two years ago." Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him the hottest kiss she ever dispensed to him. They disentangled themselves when the doorbell rang. Helen went to answer it and let Maria in. They must have coordinated their outfits, Jake thought, except Maria's mini was shorter. She had two buttons of her blouse undone and the rounded tops of her breasts flashed in and out of view. Jake was walking the two women to Maria's rental car when Erika pulled up. Erika stepped out of Erik's pickup and Maria let out an audible gasp. Erika was wearing a mini of her own, shorter even than Maria's. She had on her signature man's shirt but this time she wore it with the tails tied together under her large braless breasts. Her flat stomach was exposed, as were much of her breasts. She looked at Jake and the two women, then pulled back her shoulders and strutted towards them like a runway model. She casually kissed Jake and said hello to Helen. Helen introduced Erika to Maria, who had regained her composure. Erika took Jake's hand; they said their goodbyes and walked to the truck. When the truck pulled out, Maria turned to Helen. "Is that his girlfriend?" Maria asked in awe. "That is one of them," Helen replied. Erika sped to their little love nest, almost running to the house. When Jake let them in the front door, she started tearing off her clothes. "Slow down, Erika, this isn't a race." "No, you hurry up," she ordered. That did it. "Stop now," Jake said forcefully. Erika quit fumbling with the buttons on her blouse and looked at him curiously. His voice sounded different. His eyes had a steely glint -- uh-oh, she might have pushed him a little too far. Jake pulled out a kitchen chair and spun it around, "Come here and hold on to the back of this chair". She walked over and grabbed the top of the chair back. Jake moved behind her; she looked nervously over her shoulder at him. "Look straight ahead and move your feet back until you are leaning over," he said firmly. She complied immediately; his tone made it apparent that he was not to be trifled with. Jake opened a couple of kitchen drawers until he found a large wooden spoon. He moved back behind Erika and flipped up the back of her short shirt. Red silky panties were stretched taut across her succulent ass. Jake let the spoon rest gently on her left butt cheek. She flinched when the spoon touched her. "I think we need to get some things straightened out, my beautiful Viking. Things like how you talk to me and your attitude in general." He raised the spoon and gave her a little initial smack. She gasped and trembled. "You must not have believed me when I said I would spank you," he said, as he gave her another swat, stronger this time, with the back of the rounded spoon. No one had ever done to her what Jake was doing now. She shifted her weight from foot to foot wondering when the next blow would fall. Her question was answered quickly as two swift stinging whacks rained down, one on each cheek. She knew she had this spanking coming; maybe subconsciously, she wanted it. She did not protest as he gave her a few more slaps with the spoon, they stung but weren't deeply painful. In fact, being disciplined by her man was arousing her, strumming some basic chord in her being. Being in love was new to her; having a man in her life that did not fall down at her feet, stunned by her statuesque beauty, was completely alien. Jake set the spoon on the swell of her ass and reached around her. He tore her shirt open; Erika gasped as her large pendulant breasts tumbled out. Jake grabbed her rock-hard nipples and squeezed them smartly. He picked up the spoon and administered another half dozen swats to her ass, harder this time. Erika couldn't stifle her moan; not that it mattered, her traitorous vagina had already announced her arousal. Her scent hung heavy in the air and her panties were soaking wet. Jake pulled the crotch of her panties aside and set his dick at her opening. "I should just knock you up. You might be easier to get along with if you were barefoot and pregnant," he said. Erika blanched in fear yet her hips pushed back trying to suck his dick into her depths. Relief and disappointment washed through her as he pulled his dick away. She heard him rummaging in her purse, then tearing open a Trojan's foil wrapper. She didn't breathe or move a muscle while he prepared his dick for her. A long half minute passed, then he was back at the entrance to her supercharged pussy. With one long measured glide, he pushed into her. When his rod was fully seated, his wiry pubic hair tickling her ass, his manhood lifted some of Erika's weight off her feet. Jake stopped moving and started talking. "For us to stay together some things have to change. When we are together, I expect some respect. I expect you to give the same respect to my family and friends. Stop trying to intimidate other women I know with your looks. You didn't wear this outfit for me; you wore it to as a weapon. That will stop. I want you to look sexy and demure; have your mom take you shopping; she knows exactly what I like. Most importantly, you will stop being so possessive; we are too young to try to tie each other down. Got it?" She nodded vigorously and bobbed a bit on his hardness. "Yes, Jacob," she said adoringly. Jake pulled rock-hard dick out of her steaming cunt and took her hand. She meekly followed him into the bedroom. Jake sat on the bed and stood her in front of him. He unfastened her mini and let it drop. Then he slowly slid her panties to her ankles. She stepped out of the ring of clothes around her feet and removed her sandals. Jake had her switch places with him and she undressed him. He positioned her on the bed and began to make love to her body. Her need had controlled their first encounter; Jake's skill controlled this one. By four o'clock, she was so completely sated and relaxed her bones seemed to be made of Jell-O. Jake had made his point. As she lay there idly cleaning the cum off his dick with her tongue, she wondered how he would like her cousin Heidi, who was only fourteen but already fully-developed. And it was a shame that Jake didn't pay her mom more attention. Maybe Mom and her could both get outfits Jake liked. Erika's attitude adjustment was complete. ------- Jake and Melissa were supposed to be keeping Marisa Thornton company that Saturday night. His folks were out with the Thorntons again and Angie was at the movies with Erik. Debbie had spirited Marisa off to a dance at the Dayton Beach pier. Jake was sitting by the pool in the cool autumn air thinking about Elliot Buckley when the Melissa came out and dragged him back into the house. She wanted to ride down to the beach and Jake agreed -- as long as he could drive her Corvette. She dangled the keys in front of him and asked what he had to trade. He stuck out his tongue and waggled it around. She tossed him the keys and told him that was a real deal. Jake was in the process of kissing her to make it official when the doorbell rang. Jake bounced to the door and pulled it open. His jaw dropped in surprise when he saw Chip Thornton standing on the porch looking for all the world like a whipped puppy dog. Chip looked at Jake and Melissa sadly and, in a choked-up voice said, "Can I come in and talk to you? Melissa and I are in really big trouble." ------- Chapter 22 Melissa went to get Chip a glass of water while Jake led him to the family room. Chip dropped heavily into a chair; Melissa came in with the drink and sat by Jake on the couch. Chip took a drink of the water and set the glass on the end table. "I am the stupidest asshole that ever lived," Chip began. "What did you do?" Melissa asked. He glanced at Jake then back to his sister, "Can we talk in private?" "Jake stays", said Melissa, "I trust him way more than I do you." Chip looked at her for a few seconds. "I guess I deserved that. Anyway, I was playing tennis at the club today and misplaced my car keys. I walked home cutting across the golf course. When I got there the front door was locked so I went around to see if any back doors or windows were unlocked. When I got to the corner of the house I saw Vivian and Uncle Randal in the pool real close together talking. I got... well uh, look, I have been having an affair with Vivian for the last four months, and I got jealous. I ducked down before they could see me and snuck around to the other side of the house so I could hear what they were saying. They were talking about Dad's company, our company now I guess. Anyway Vivian said she had me by the balls and they both laughed. Then Uncle Randal said he could control you, Melissa, by pretending to protect you from Vivian and me. He was saying that he thought he could even get your legal proxy to vote until you were out of school. Then, I swear on our mother, he said that ought to be long enough time to arrange a little accident." Melissa gasped and grabbed Jake's hand. He didn't know how much of Chip's story to believe but had to admit it sounded feasible. In addition, if Chip were lying, he deserved an academy award. Jake turned to address Chip. "I know you hired the Welch twins to beat me up. When I questioned them, they also told me you asked them if they would kill someone. Then your father ends up dead -- killed by two red necks. That's a big coincidence." Chip's face turned red with anger and his voice rose, "I don't like you Turner; yes, I hired the Welches to teach you some manners. That's all, except Vivian asked..." Chip stopped talking mid-sentence and the color drained from his face. He went from red to sickly white in an instant. Shaken, he paused, gathered his thoughts, and continued in a more subdued voice. "Vivian had me asked if they could also kill someone. She said that I might use that as a threat against you if you came after me again. When I told her they said no way, she said it was okay -- we could find another way. After Dad was killed, she was very distraught; she said she still loved me and wanted to be with me but we had to cool it for awhile. I thought she was grieving but then I caught her in the pool with Uncle Randal. Before I snuck off, I saw them kissing and Randal was taking off her top. I need to go to the bathroom now," said Chip as he left the room. Jake turned to Melissa; tears were streaming down her face, but she was otherwise amazingly composed. "What are we going to do, Jake?" she asked. 'What indeed?' thought Jake as he took her in his arms and held her. He told her they would think of something. He thought she was safe enough for the time being; if something happened to her, even Ray Charles would see that it was more than a coincidence. The immediate problem was Chip, who needed to get away from Vivian so he wouldn't confront her about what he heard, and she couldn't manipulate him into doing any more stupid things. Jake did not doubt for a minute that Vivian could lie her way out of whatever Chip thought he saw. No doubt she'd twist it into something that looked like Randal was blackmailing or forcing her. You had to respect someone that coldhearted. Jake had Melissa show Chip to the guestroom; his parents were going to shit a brick when they found out who was spending the night. Jake went out on the pool deck to think further. Melissa came out and sat on his lap; she didn't say anything; she just wanted to be held. It took Jake twenty minutes to come up with a plan. He was going to need some help making it happen, but it was doable. He needed to talk to Helen first, then sound out Maria. By tomorrow night, he should be ready to lay all this on Charles Turner; it was going to be a tough sell. He was going to need Debbie standing by to keep Charles from going through the ceiling. His trance was broken when Melissa shifted around in his lap and kissed him. "Have you figured out a plan yet?" she asked. "Yep and it's a doozy," he said. She tried to wheedle information from him but he put her off until after he talked to Charles. He told her as soon as he confirmed a couple of details he would tell her because she had a major part to play. Mollified for the moment, she went back to kissing him. Jake stood up with her in his arms and walked back into the house. They needed to be near the door as everyone came in to explain about Chip. Debbie was not going to take this well. He shuddered at the thought of Debbie finding Chip here without warning; she would shoot his balls off and make a necklace out of them. Debbie came in with Marisa at ten-thirty. Jake took Debbie aside while Melissa talked to her cousin. Debbie was incredulous, but at least she understood Jake's reasoning and said to make sure he didn't get near her. Jake agreed and kissed her in thanks. She gave him the grin. And put her finger under his nose, changing the subject. "I told you I like little submissive girls, and they keeping dropping in my lap; I guess I better go wash my face and brush my teeth. Or better yet, I'll let Marisa give me a bath; she's spending the night." Jake stood there speechless as Debbie went over, grabbed Marisa, and led her upstairs. He finally stopped gaping and went into the family room with Melissa. "My cousin is acting strange tonight," she said. "It's the night for it, isn't it? There must be a full moon or something," Jake said. At eleven Angie rolled in. Melissa and Jake ran down the evening's events for her. Angie said Melissa could bunk with her since Chip was here. Melissa said no way; she was sleeping with Jake regardless. Especially now that all this other stuff had come out. Angie nodded and went into the kitchen for a Tab. Jake joined her. "What's up, princess? You seem distracted," he said. "I can't stop thinking about Tyler Thornton. He takes my breath away. He seems to like me too. He said he wants to see me during his Thanksgiving break. Now I don't know what's going to happen because of this thing with his father." Jake told her that Tyler's father was a separate issue and should not affect Tyler and her. He also told her that he would do everything he could to make sure that Maria backed them up on the issue. Angie felt better for that last statement; if there was a woman involved, Jake was the person with the best chance of prevailing. Helen and Charles arrived a few minutes before midnight; Maria walked in with them. Jake bolted upstairs to check on Debbie and Marisa so Maria would not see something she should not. Both girls were asleep on opposite sides of the bed; Jake met Maria at the top of the stairs when she to come check on her daughter. "Maria, can we go somewhere private and talk tomorrow after church?" "Oh yes, my handsome young stallion; that would be most agreeable," Maria said. He loved the way she slipped into a lilting Spanish flavored accent when talking intimately with him. It was sexy as hell. He had to shake himself to get back on task. "I have something important to talk to you about," he said. Her eyebrows arched inquisitively, "I will pick you up at 12:15, yes?" "That will be perfecto," he mimicked. She gave him a throaty laugh, "Now kiss me, you naughty boy". He did; then he ran downstairs to see the parents. Randal had come in to wait on Maria so Jake sucked it up and made small talk. Angie and Melissa had disappeared upstairs so it was just the adults and Jake. Maria breezed down the formal staircase satisfied that her youngest was safe and stood chatting with them. The Thorntons finally said tootles and shoved off; Jake thought his presence might have put a damper on some adult recreation. "Mom, Dad -- we've got an unexpected guest." "Who?" they chorused. Jake regurgitated the evening from Chip's arrival, including his story. By the time he finished talking, Helen's eyebrows had disappeared into her hairline. She was particularly incensed at Randal the weasel and his faux bonhomme manner because she had been letting him put some semi-serious moves on her. "That slimy rotten son-of-a-bitch turd," she said vehemently. Jake and Charles looked at her askance, those were the first curse words either of them had ever heard her utter. Charles calmed Helen down and they discussed all the ramifications Chip's revelations brought. Jake told them he might have a plan and could they give him until eight tomorrow night to finalize it. He told them if they didn't buy into it then, they could do whatever they wanted. Charles was not thrilled with the idea of a fifteen-year-old boy coming up with the critical strategy but at Helen's urging, eventually agreed. He realized that it was counter-intuitive to be paying Jake for business advice and not then giving him the benefit of the doubt now. On a positive note, Charles was certainly glad this had come up now because he had already agreed in principle to giving Randal a quarter share of TFA Superstores in exchange for expansion capital. Charles headed up to bed but Helen said she needed to talk to Jacob for a minute. They walked out to the pool deck and sat at the round umbrella table farthest from the house. "Do you think Maria is in on this too?" Helen asked. "I'll find out tomorrow; she's picking me up after church so we can talk." "I hope she isn't involved in this. I like her; we are becoming good friends." "I don't think she is, Helen; but Randal had me fooled so she might also. How was the Country Club this evening?" "I get goose bumps when you say my name. The club was okay; certainly nothing wild like our last time out. Maria did get me purring in the bathroom though; she can be very seductive. She's already gotten farther than her husband did. Will I be cheating on you if I let a woman get me?" "Nope, doesn't count." "That's good to know; maybe I'll flirt with girls some, just to make it harder for you," she teased. "You couldn't make me any harder than you do now," Jake quipped back at her. She laughed and said, "Meet me in the laundry room, and I'll give you a good night kiss." Jake got some really good kisses from Helen that night and she didn't try to stop his roving hands until he almost had a finger in her. She was wet and ready but was still holding out putting out. A rock-hard Jake slipped into bed with Melissa, for modesty's sake she had on one of his shirts with her panties. She still felt marvelous in his arms, her incredible butt cheeks pushed back into his groin. When Jake woke up at 7:30 Sunday morning, he and Mel were in the exactly same position they were in when he fell asleep. He lay there for several minutes enjoying the feel of her in his arms, then reluctantly headed for the shower. Melissa showered next and Jake went to wake up Chip. Chip was subdued at breakfast. Everyone was polite to him; Helen Turner allowed no ill manners, but Chip could tell his welcome was thin. After breakfast, Charles took Chip out by the pool and quizzed him for more details. At ten, Melissa and Angie drove Chip to the Thornton estate. While Vivian and her houseguests were at church, Chip gathered his things, found his spare car keys, and returned to the Turners' house. The trio hid his 'vette in the garage and waited for the rest of the Turners to return home. The plan was for Chip to head back to Gainesville so he would be further out of Vivian's immediate clutches. When the Turners returned from church, Maria was waiting for them. Melissa had Chip sequestered upstairs and Angie was talking to Maria about Tyler when the Turners walked in. Maria gave Marisa permission to stay for the afternoon to go swimming and Debbie took the teen up to try on a bathing suit. After some pleasantries with Charles and Helen, Jake asked Maria if she would give him a ride to Coach Nelson's. She agreed with his little ploy and they took off. Jake unlocked the door to coach's place and showed Maria in. She did not ask who lived there. Jake sat down at the kitchen table and Maria joined him. Jake marshaled his thoughts as Maria waited expectantly. "So, my amigo, I am guessing we aren't here for seduction," she said. "I'd love to be here for that, you look luscious; but I need to ask you about some things." "Thank you, Jacob; now, what do you need to ask me?" Jake asked her if she knew anything about Russell's company, Thornton Development. Turns out she knew a lot more than Jake had even hoped. Maria Thornton was a lawyer and, because she was licensed to practice law in Florida, she had handled a lot of Russell's personal business. Russell and Maria were like brother and sister and he had trusted her completely. Thornton Development was a privately-held company owned through one hundred shares of stock. At his death, Russell held eighty-five and Randal had fifteen. Russell had reviewed and modified his will this past July; after his death, ownership of Thornton Development became Randal and Vivian fifteen percent each plus Chip and Melissa thirty-five percent each. The corporate charter for Thornton Development, Inc. required sixty-six percent approval for any major corporate decisions. Jake was impressed. Russell had neatly structured his affairs so that neither his son nor his daughter could be frozen out of the decision-making. However, the two of them acting in unison could control the company completely. Now Jake appreciated Randal and Vivian's plan; if each of them were separately controlling one of the Thornton heirs, they would have smooth sailing for a take-over. The information also gave Chip instant credibility because he actually had the most to gain if anything happened to Melissa; yet he was trying to foil the plot. The conversation also finally affixed a dollar value to that wonderful ass he snuggled up to at night: two hundred million! He was almost certain that Maria was not involved in the plot; she was dispensing too much information. Jake decided to test the water a little more to see if he could eliminate some further doubt. "What is your opinion of Vivian?" he asked. "I think my opinion of her is not as high as that of you men; why do you ask?" "I am just curious, did she and Russell play the little games you and Randal like?" She looked at him seriously for a second, then said, "Jacob, I'm not sure why I'm telling you this, but I haven't actually done very much with other men even though I tried to make it seem as if I had. We have been with only two other couples. I let Randal talk me into it as a way to try to 'save our marriage' even though we had only stayed together for the children's sake anyway. He has been seeing other women and ignoring me for years. I do not believe your parents will be number three; they were not as receptive as the first night when we were out with them last evening. For some reason, your mother was very much cooler towards Randal's advances and your father picked up on her mood. Vivian is a different animal; she draws men to her as if collecting them. I never had an affair with Russell -- although I secretly loved him for years --but I think that Randal might have become part of Vivian's collection. He spends a lot of time with her and seems to take her side on most issues." Jake took her hand and related Chip's story to her. She sat without changing expression significantly though the entire telling. When he finished talking, she told him she wished she could dismiss what he said out of hand as fiction; but, unfortunately, it fit with many things she had noticed. Randal was ruthless and, even though he had done well in business, had always been jealous of his brother's greater success. Maria allowed that Randal and Vivian would be a formidable team. She smiled a little and told Jake that it was probably time to end her marriage with Randal; the children were older, she loved this area, and might make a new life. She could start practicing law again and make a home for Marisa and her. Tyler was nothing like his father and would want to be here also. "I will be needing a lawyer; count me in as your first client," Jake said. "I am a very good lawyer and won't be cheap. How are you going to pay me?" she asked coyly. Jake pulled her into his lap and kissed her. She made herself comfortable in his arms and kissed him back sweetly. "I'll think of something," he said. They shared kisses and talked for another half hour. She seemed relieved that she would be making a break from Randal. She would stay in the area and find a house; as soon as she met the residency requirements she would file for a divorce. She did not think Randal would blink an eye about it, especially if he was scheming with Vivian. Jake asked her if she could make it so Melissa's trust and her ownership in Thornton Development were bullet proof. She told him that the way the will and trust were drawn up would make them hard to crack, but she would put up some additional safe-guards anyway. Jake said she would have to do the same with Chip; she agreed. Jake casually mentioned to Maria that Helen had told him about their blossoming friendship. Maria blushed and told him she did not know what had come over her because, except in college, she had never touched another woman. She and Helen just seemed to be drawn to each other and were both scared and excited about it. Jake said he would be a lot happier if Helen had an affair with her rather than Randal. Maria floored him when she said they had actually talked about a threesome with Charles for his birthday. She saw his look and burst out laughing. "Gotcha," she said. After they stopped laughing, both thought it sounded like an idea worth pursuing. Maria dropped Jake at Rebecca's house for dinner after extracting a promise that he would pay his retainer for her legal services on Monday night. Jake rang Rebecca's doorbell and she let him in. She looked even more beautiful since he had not seen her for two days. She grabbed his arm and pulled him in or he would have stood there staring at her all afternoon. Laughing gaily, she threw herself against him and kissed him soundly. They retreated into the parlor arm-in-arm; Katherine was out running some errand for dinner, and Mr. McClelland was not due until four. Rebecca pushed Jake into the big over-stuffed chair and crawled into his lap. "Can I sit here Jacob?" she asked, "I want to be as close to you as I can get." "I know the feeling, baby; I want to squeeze you against me until we are permanently stuck to each other," Jake replied. That was the right thing to say. She wiggled around until she could get at his lips with hers and hungrily pushed her tongue into his mouth. She had on a short little pleated dark green skirt and a lime green sleeveless blouse. Her hair was pulled behind her ears and she had on just a hint of make up. Jake had never seen her when she was not perfectly groomed. He would bet she woke up that way. He dropped his hand to her thigh and slid it under her skirt. Rebecca cooed and released his lips. "I have been on fire for you all day," she said, "you are going to think I'm terrible but I want you in me back there again." She moved his hand to her ass to show him what she meant. Jake squeezed her little butt cheek; it felt even harder today than last week. He commented on it and she smiled happily. "I spent all week en pointe at the barre that's in the study. You make me feel so good, Jacob, I just had to dance again. It was surprising how easily my body came back to dancing. And my knee is even strong enough now that I can execute grand plies for ten minutes without pain. I practice and write my book in my head, then I sit down and type it up. One day soon I'm going to dance to Bolero for you, Jake, to put a spell on you so you'll never leave me." Damn, that was sexy, Jake kissed her again and started pulling off her little panties. The image of her dancing around him was burning itself into his brain. She rose up and helped him rid her of the wispy white silk and cooed as his finger pushed into her tightness. She was wet and ready as she tore at his zipper to get at his dick. She finally got it out of his fly and straddled him -- lining his purple crown up with her pink slit. She moved the head of his shaft up and down her crease, getting it good and wet; then she started to slowly sink down on it. She was still incredibly tight and it took a while for her to finally hit bottom. Jake put his hands on her butt and she put hers on each side of his face. "Do you know how much I love you, Jacob?" "I hope as much as I love you," he replied, "There might be something in my jacket pocket for you if you can reach it." She started digging in his pocket and came out with a small black velveteen box. She pried open the lid, squealed, and started smothering him with kisses. He had given the rest of his available cash to Debbie yesterday to pick up a gold ballerina charm and necklace at the mall. So much for making a killing in the stock market, he had spent all his hard earned money on women and guns. Some things never change, he thought; in his previous life he had done the same thing. Well, the market could wait, he reasoned; he did not remember much about stocks in the seventies anyway. Rebecca broke his train of thought by squeezing his dick with her cunt muscles. Her squeezing had the effect of trapping him; he could not have moved a millimeter if his life depended on it. "I think I'm just going to keep you right here forever," Rebecca said. "If you do, we can't use what's in my other pocket." Another fishing expedition netted her a squeeze bottle of baby oil. "Is this for what I think it's for?" she asked. Before Jake could answer, Katherine Cooper let herself in the front door. Jake thought Rebecca would jump up and straighten her clothes but, to his amazement, kept her position and sang out, "Hello, Kath, we're in here". When Katherine entered the parlor all she saw was Rebecca sitting on Jake's lap, Rebecca's skirt hid their joining. "Look what Jake gave me," Rebecca said, "Can you put it on for me?" "As soon as I get a kiss," answered Katherine. Jake got another surprise when Katherine gave them both a smoldering kiss before she clasped the chain around Rebecca's neck. Katherine told them she was going to put away groceries and start dinner. Rebecca fingered the gold charm and squeezed his dick with her inner muscles again. It was a novel experience having a conversation while she rhythmically worked his dick. "Baby, that feels really good," Jake said. "Baby, yes. I want to always be your baby. Don't come yet; I want your come other places later," she said. The doorbell rang. "Must be Carl," said Rebecca. She got off him with an audible pop and gathered up her panties; she was cutely wriggling into them while walking to the door. She greeted Carl McClelland and brought him into the parlor. Carl was taken aback seeing Jacob Turner sitting there. "You two chat while Kath and I see to dinner," Rebecca said. "So, Mr. McClelland, how's it going? Miss Doane and her sister are family friends; they talked my mom into me coming here for dinner to make a fourth," Jake said. Carl McClelland was an interesting guy to talk to, once you solved the language barrier. He and Jake talked football; Jake was flabbergasted when he whipped out a notebook and started drawing plays. He would definitely have to turn the coach onto this guy's brain. For his part, Jake turned the conversation to dating and women. He figured a guy as smart as Mr. McClelland would be trainable, especially with Katie and his Rebecca as teachers. Mr. McClelland was recounting his dating disasters when Rebecca came in to announce dinner. Jake was glad for the reprieve; this might be harder than he thought. Katherine's plan was simple; she had Jake and Rebecca pretend to be on a romantic date so Carl could observe. Then Carl would do the whole routine with Katherine as his date. An elegantly simple solution, which, because of its scientific dependence on observation and experimentation, had Carl focused like a laser beam. Jake and Rebecca snuck off while Carl and Katherine were discussing a new haircut, wardrobe, and contact lenses for a makeover. Katherine was taking him shopping tomorrow evening to get him outfitted. Jake and Rebecca stopped by the parlor to grab the baby oil on their way upstairs. Rebecca carried it as a prized object and twitched her butt with each step. Rebecca Doane drove Jake home; he had only strength to stagger into the house. She had flat worn his ass out. The ballet training not only made her glorious little butt rock hard, it had also limbered her up. She did things to him he would not have believed possible if he had not been there. Medical lore to the contrary, for example, little Rebecca was able to operate her sphincter muscles independently to milk her man at just the right moment. He shook himself to get his mind back on more pressing matters and went to find his parents. The entire family sat in on Jake's briefing about his talk with Maria. They all agreed she would be a valuable ally. Helen said she would call Maria tomorrow and set up lunch so that Helen, Maria, and Charles could discuss things further. Jake suggested that Melissa make a will bequeathing all her money and shares in Thornton Development to charity. Maria could do the paperwork and casually mention the will's gist to Randal. Melissa was also going to keep Randal believing she depended on him for protection from Vivian and Chip. Jake didn't mention to the group that he planned on a little visit and some one-on-one with Vivian. He parents would go ballistic if they knew a major part of his plan involved getting close to Vivian Thornton. Yet, Jake needed to be in the enemy camp to disrupt their plans and with her track record, Vivian would not suspect him being a mole for the enemy. She would think he was just another man doing her bidding. Everyone went to bed feeling better about the whole tawdry mess. In addition, Angie and Debbie were thrilled that Maria and her children would be staying in Palmdale for good. Jake and Helen went up last. Helen asked if all he and Maria had talked about was Melissa's situation. Jake said no, then filled her in on the details about Maria's personal life and history. When Jake casually mentioned Maria's comment about a threesome with Helen and Charles, Helen looked intrigued albeit immediately saying no way. Jake said that if she didn't like that idea he would be glad to provide his services for Helen and Maria to experiment with. That idea really got her attention. ------- Chapter 23 Jake was at the top of his game at school Monday. He was sharp and focused in class and Mr. Congeniality when mingling with his peers. He politicked down the halls, greeting all the guys, and sweet-talked every female he met. Erika added to his good mood when she met him at his locker. She was as sweet and loving as a woman could be; she even complimented a blushing Beth on how she looked today. Beth wore a hippie regulation long gingham granny dress belted at the waist. It fit her well and showed more body -- a body that was better than Jake had first thought. Mr. McClelland was in an even better mood today. He was jovial and even cracked a few jokes that his class almost understood. He called Jake up to his desk and said that Denise was going with him to the football game Friday. Jake congratulated him and, on a related matter, asked him if he would show some of the proposed football plays to Coach Nelson at lunch. Thirty minutes later, Jake was sitting in the lunchroom enjoying the company of his friends. The group had grown to include two tables now. Jake glanced at the faculty table and saw Mr. McClelland politely talking to the Misses Doane and Smith. When Coach Nelson came to sit with them, Mr. McClelland whipped out his ubiquitous notebook and showed Coach something. They talked for a minute then McClelland put away the notebook and turned back to the two little cuties in front of him. One of the teachers at the table was reading the paper and showed something to Coach, who read it and passed it around the table. Rebecca read it, turned, and pointed me out to Miss Smith. "What the hell?" thought Jake. Jake found out 'what the hell' in study hall. Rebecca came to the reference room with today's paper and gave Jake the sports section. In the high school athletics column was a picture of Jake and his story. You know, coma to star athlete, troubled youth to model student, blah-blah-blah. There were comments from Coach and a glowing testimonial from Mrs. Victoria Greer; even Principal Skinner gave him a quasi-compliment. Skinner said that Jake had come to his attention and he would be keeping an eye on the young man. Of course, the only time Jake had actually come to his attention was because of a fight in the parking lot. Jake finished the article and handed the paper back to Rebecca. Rebecca looked around to see if the coast was clear, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "My hero... I wish that they had interviewed me so I could tell them about your other talents." Football practice was intense; not because of anything the coaches did, but because the players wanted it that way. Forty-five young men had seen the proverbial light; they were committed to becoming the state champions. The same forty-five players almost shit themselves when Carl McClelland ran out of the gym with the usual coaches. He was wearing the same maroon gym shorts and white Kennedy athletic department tee-shirt as the other coaches. Instead of tennis shoes he had on wing-tips with black socks, his legs were as white as the chalk that marked the yard lines, and he carried three clipboards. Coach introduced him as Coach McClelland, the new offensive coordinator. It seems Coach McClelland had applied his powers of scientific observation to analyze the offense and had designed some plays to capitalize on this team's strengths. Coach Nelson turned the offense over to McClelland who got in the middle of the huddle. He shuffled through his clipboards, found the one he wanted, and shuffled though the papers on it for the first new play. He pulled out a sheet of paper and a magic marker and started explaining. Three minutes later, the offensive players' eyes had started to glaze over. Coach Nelson came up to the huddle and suggested they just try the play without the preamble. Jake lined up his defense with anticipation as the offense went into one of their standard formations. The ball was snapped and everything still looked routine; but a receiver was unexpectedly wide open and Brad hit him for a fifteen-yard gain. All the new plays they ran that afternoon netted similar results. It was as if there were an extra offensive player on the field because someone was open or there was a sudden hole for a running back on every play. Coach Nelson had a big smile on his face as practice broke up; his friend, the coach from Lake Wales, had a huge surprise coming. Jake was home by five. Maria and Marisa were already there; Marisa was swimming with Angie, Melissa and Debbie. Helen and Maria had their heads together talking; they stopped when he walked up. "I didn't know you had an apartment, Jacob," Helen said, eyebrows up. "I don't," he said, "I have a key to Coach's place. If the summer renters aren't using it, I can hang out there, if I ask." "Who hangs out there with you?" she asked. "Only one person so far; but Maria saw it yesterday -- ask her about it," he answered. "Well, I would like to see it for myself before you use it again -- if you don't mind." "Sure, Mom; no problem." Jake excused himself and headed inside. He was getting a drink when Maria came into the kitchen. She apologized profusely for saying anything about the coach's apartment. Jake told her it was okay, he did not have anything to hide, and he had just never thought to mention it to his mom. "But it sure messes up plans we had for this evening, senorita." She laughed and said, "Patience, my big strong man, we will get our chance." Charles Turner came home, forestalling Jake and Maria's conversation continuation. Charles asked Jake if he had seen the newspaper article and he said he had. Helen walked in then and asked what Charles was talking about. Charles handed her the paper and she and Maria sat down in the nook to read it together. Then the phone rang and Jake, being closest, answered it. "Did you see the paper?" Sven Johansson asked over the phone. "Yes sir, did you have anything to do with the article?" "Yep, we planted a bug in the sports editor's ear, Mr. Future President," Sven laughed. They chatted for a couple of minutes and Sven put Erika on the phone. She told him he was expected at dinner at six Wednesday evening. Jake said he would ask his parents and tell her their answer tomorrow. He later called Gail Martin and asked her out for Saturday night. He also called Rebecca and chatted the allowed ten minutes. Maria and her daughter stayed for dinner; it was lively at the table as the women all teased Jake about the newspaper article. After dinner the girls went upstairs to yack; they were filling Marisa in on Kennedy High in anticipation of her enrollment tomorrow. Charles was working on some legal issues with Maria. Helen grabbed her car keys and Jake and announced, "Jacob and I are going on an errand, and we will be back in an hour or so." Jake was a little put off by Helen's attitude; she was being about as over-motherly as he could stand. They did not have much to say to each other as he gave her directions to Coach's pad. Helen plowed through the door as soon as Jake opened it as if she expected to see the aftermath of some wild teenage party. She stalked through the house wordlessly being as snoopy as only a woman could be. Jake just watched her in amusement; it was an inspection a drill sergeant would have been proud of. Jake could not tell if she was satisfied or disappointed that she did not find evidence of wild goings on. She sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. Jake sat down and she swung around to face him folding her leg under her. Jake could not help looking at the thigh she exposed. "I know you probably think I'm irrational for barging in here like this, but I claim a mother's prerogative on this one. After all, you are a teenage boy no matter how mature you act. I wanted to see this place before you could come over here and clean it up. I must say that it is a pleasant surprise to find it so well kept. Secondly, I am embarrassed to admit it, but I was jealous of Maria getting to be with you here tonight. I know what she had on her mind and it was not legal advice she was going to give you. It's harder for me to accept you being with her than the girls your own age." "I understand, Helen", Jake said, "Do you want me to stop coming here and avoid Maria?" "No, I guess not, that wouldn't be fair. But I want you to stop keeping secrets from me." Jake avoided responding to that statement instead he said, "Come here; it's a rule -- if you come here with me, you have to kiss me." "How long has that rule been in effect?" she asked laughing. "About fifteen seconds," Jake replied. She came to him eagerly and he pressed her backwards until she was supine with him on top of her. Her legs wrapped around him and she kissed him passionately. It was quickly obvious that he had a horny little mommy on his hands. Jake had her dress unbuttoned and her bra open in a flash; he began worrying her nipples with his tongue and teeth. He slipped a hand under her dress, petting her little pussy as she was grinding away on his hand. He worked a finger, then two, under the leg band of her silky pink panties and her needy pussy sucked them in. He thought he had reached nirvana as she climaxed on his fingers. He broke contact and was reaching for his zipper when she pushed him away and sat up, hair and eyes wild. "We have to stop, Jacob; I don't want to, but we have to get home," she said, almost out of breath. She started putting herself together as Jake gawked at her. - 'What a prick tease!, ' he thought. Jake adjusted his achingly hard love muscle and went to wash his face. When he returned, Helen was looking as fresh and unfazed as if she had been to an afternoon church tea. She was standing at the counter holding Erika's favorite wooden spoon that Jake had forgotten to put away. "What were you and Erika doing; baking a cake?" she asked teasingly. "Something like that," he said, then took the spoon from her and popped her on the ass with it. "Ohhhh," she said as she warily watched him put it away in a drawer. Helen drove them home and Jake excused himself while the adults were talking. He jumped into his shower and just jerked his joint. It was a cruel fate knowing that four of the six women in the house right now would have gladly and immediately relieved him of the load oozing down the drain, but he somehow could not ask for help at that moment. Jake went down and rejoined the families. Helen and Maria were going to enroll Marisa in school tomorrow, then go house hunting. Charles was going to get with Jack Sorenson to see if the could find a place for Maria to hang her shingle. Maria was not going to tell Randal anything until she was all set up; he was flying back to Connecticut tomorrow anyway and she hoped it would soon be a done deal. Everyone thought that his apparent unconcern with Marisa being out of school was a further sign of his distraction with Vivian and their nefarious plans. As a precaution, they agreed that someone would be with Melissa all the time. Chip called while they were talking and said that he had made it back to Gainesville without incident. He had left Vivian a note but she had not even called him yet. Jake went up to bed shortly after Maria and her daughter departed. Melissa followed him up and they undressed for bed; Jake got under the covers and Melissa joined him. She put her head on his chest and threw a leg and arm over him. "You know, Jacob, that if you married me it would really spoil Vivian's plans." Jake kissed her on the top of her head, "Are you proposing?" "If you promise me that I'd go to sleep every night in this position -- I am." Jake rolled her over on her back, got on top of her, and ground his crotch against hers, "This is more like how you'd go to sleep each night, except without the underwear between us." "Even better," she sighed, wrapping her legs around him. Jake kissed her and started to get up. She tightened her legs and held him in place. When he looked down into her face she said, "I'm not completely joking, Jake; I see us married one day." Jake kissed her again and replied, "Lets get through this mess first -- then we'll talk about the future. Besides, we're young; who knows how we will feel in a few years." She let him up. Melissa already knew how she would feel in a few years -- exactly the way she felt right now as he scooched up to her butt and buried his face in her hair. He fell asleep easily; Melissa needed a bit more time, but soon followed. ------- Jake rolled through school and practice Tuesday. Erika brought him home and came in to visit for a while; she was wearing a smart black skirt and gray sweater combo that Jake liked on her. She was soft, feminine, and smelled terrific. Jake complimented her and she preened for him. She was sincerely cordial to everyone and was a big hit. She stayed a half hour and split -- leaving as Charles was getting home. Charles got the royal welcome from the Turner females, especially Debbie. Dinner without guests for a change was fun. After the meal, everyone scattered. Debbie dragged Charles out to the garage to spot for her as she worked out; daughter Debbie planned on subtly stepping up her seduction campaign tonight. Angie talked Helen into a short trip to the mall to buy an outfit for Tyler's visit next week. Jake asked Melissa to take him to the beach so they could talk. Once out of the house, Jake told Melissa the real destination he had in mind. She almost wrecked the car when he asked her to take him to her old house, now the castle of Vivian. Jake needed an ally that would not go crazy about him seeing Vivian and that left out his immediate family. Melissa hated the idea but she saw the merit in it; after all, she knew Vivian as well as anybody and could steer Jake around any potential minefields. Melissa thought up a good reason for returning to the Thornton estate as she truthfully had forgotten a few personal things she needed. She rang the doorbell and the maid let them in; they stood in the foyer while she announced their arrival to Vivian. The maid came back for them and showed them to the formal living room. Vivian swept in five minutes later in jungle print lounging pajamas; she was absolutely beautiful and knew it. She was almost dismissive of Melissa and told her to do whatever she needed -- she would entertain Jake. She sat down next to Jake and started working him. With her hand on his arm and deceivingly demure eye batting in tango time, her body language let him know she wanted to add him to her collection. Jake made small talk and flirted back; giving as good as he got, he poured on the boyish charm. He convincingly acted as if he were helplessly and swiftly falling for her advances. She spoke in a low voice, moved closer, and inclined her head. "Jake, it's so lonely here now with Russell and the children gone," was her opening gambit. "I guess it must be really lonely for you, all alone in this big house," he riposted. She leaned forward, tightening the fabric of her jungle print top across her breasts so he could see their fullness and promise. "You are so right, Jake; tonight just your being here has made it so much better. I hope that you will feel free to drop by and visit me again." "I'd love to, Mrs. Thornton; maybe it would be good for you to get out of the house and go to the beach or something." Jake was opening the door for her next move. "Call me Vivian, Jake dear. That's a lovely idea, but only if you escort me. I feel safe with you." Her hands smoothed a non-existent wrinkle from her upper thigh as she inclined her body even closer to Jake. He could smell a freshly applied oriental perfume rolling from her pyjamas. Jake popped his plan. "Well, we could go down Thursday evening; you know how soothing the ocean is at night. The only thing is I don't have a car yet. I guess I could have a friend drop me off -- but you'd have to take me home." She looked directly into his eyes, then demurely down to the floor. "I could do that, Jake; it would mean so much to me. I'd be forever in your debt." It was clear, albeit unspoken, that debt repayment would be immediately forthcoming. Even with his guard up, Jake could feel the buzz of her promise run down his spine. Damn, she was good; she seemed so sincere and vulnerable. They agreed on meeting at seven -- she would take the Jaguar XKE, a tribute to Russell she told him; it had been his favorite car. Melissa came in just then and ignored how cozy the pair was. She had a big Gucci bag bulging full of whatever goodies she had gathered and told Jake she was ready to go. Vivian protested that they should stay for a while but Melissa said tomorrow was a school day. Vivian walked them to the door and gave Melissa air kisses. When Melissa turned and headed for her car, Vivian gave Jake one soft, but lingering kiss on the lips and whispered that she looked forward to the beach on Thursday night. As soon as they were out of the driveway Melissa went on a tirade about her step-monster. She could not believe how quickly Vivian had cozied up to Jake. Jake told her of his upcoming 'date' with Vivian and that started another 'conniving, two-timing bitch' harangue. Jake calmed her down and said they would get Maria to hire a private investigator to follow them and take pictures if possible. Melissa's eyes lit up at the investigator remark. Jesus, wouldn't it be delicious to catch Vivian in a compromising position, she thought. Melissa made Jake shower as soon as they got home to wash away Vivian's scent. ------- Wednesday was another day that passed in a blink; a little time with his friends, a few stolen moments with Rebecca, a hard football practice, and suddenly Erika was already picking him up for dinner. Erika met him at the gym door wearing a knee length green and black print dress with a cardigan over it. She took off the cardigan once they were in the car and Jake whistled at the cleavage she was displaying. The top two buttons were undone and she had on some magical bra that was pushing her breasts together and upwards. You could balance a beer mug on those things. When Jake arrived at the Johanssons' he was pleased to see that Helga was wearing a dress almost identical to Erika's, with her even more expansive cleavage also on display. Helga kissed him and slipped him her tongue, then went to finish supper. Erika and Jake followed Helga into the kitchen and Erika got them both a glass of iced tea. Both women were affectionate toward him and more vivacious than usual. Jake asked where Sven and Erik were and found out Sven was in Tampa and Erik was somewhere with Ray Robinson. They kidded him about being their prisoner for the evening. Helga outdid herself cooking and Jake put a serious dent in the pile of pork chops, mashed potatoes, and rolls she set before him. The Nordic beauties had taken a seat on either side of him and both spent a lot of time with a hand on his leg. Jake was amused by their boldness and decided to see how brave Helga was going to be. He dropped his hand on her knee and slowly slid it up her smooth nylon-clad leg. His hand was above mid thigh as Helga still chatted and laughed so he went up a couple of more inches. He hit pay dirt when he felt the snap of a garter belt. Jake found another benefit of being ambidextrous as he switched his fork hand, dropped his newly-freed hand on Erika's knee, and slipped it up under her dress. Yes, both his naughty Norwegian nymphs had on garter belts and nylons for dinner. Jake switched hands again and continued testing Helga; as his hand advanced her legs hesitantly parted. Jake just rested his hand on her warm upper thigh and enjoyed his dinner. Helga gave him an adoring look and even, as she got up to clear the table, grasped his wrist and pulled his hand to her wet panties. Erika excused herself and went upstairs for something as Jake took his plate into the kitchen. Helga was standing at the sink; Jake moved up close behind her. He pressed against her slightly as he put his plate in the sink and she saucily rubbed her ass against him. "You have me so hot, Jake," she said, "Sven better be ready for a wild ride tonight." Jake laughed and reached up to cup her breasts as he dipped his head to nuzzle her neck. "I envy Sven; he is lucky to have a beautiful sexy wife like you." "He knows it too; I told him how you get my Nordic Nookie all hot and bothered. It was his idea for you to come to dinner tonight; the thought of us together excites him. He told me to encourage you and then tell him all about it tonight when he gets home." "Well, we better give you something significant to tell him," Jake said as he slid his hand into her bra, searching out good spots to squeeze and caress. By the time Erika came bounding down the stairs, Jake had Helga thoroughly primed for Sven. He was glad Helga did not announce her arousal as her daughter did with a distinctive aroma. At eight, Erika took him home; Helga's parting kisses showed how much she appreciated his help with the dishes. Erika showed her own oral appreciation in the parking lot of a closed store. As he drifted of to sleep spooned up against Melissa, Jake wondered exactly how far Sven would take his fantasy of his wife being seduced. Jake was on cruise control the next day at school. Last night Melissa had told him that Maria was indeed hiring a private detective to follow Vivian and him tonight. He was working on possible scenarios of the evening in his head. He finally just decided to let Vivian set the tone and see where she led them. His day switched off autopilot when he was called to the guidance office at the start of his fourth period history class. He was kept waiting for ten minutes in the anteroom before Ms. Phillips, the counselor, came out for him. Ms. Phillips was somewhere in her forties; she was well dressed and groomed, even if she appeared a little severe. She was of medium height and seemed fairly well built although it was hard to tell because her business suit covered her so well. She had dark hair with some gray showing; her demeanor was brusquely professional. "Mr. Turner, midterm grade are in and we are most pleasantly surprised with yours. You have an 'A plus' in all your subjects and glowing recommendations for advanced placement from most of your teachers. Yet, while a check of your junior high records indicates potential, you have no history of actual achievement. To what do you attribute this sudden success?" "Call me Jake, Ms. Phillips; I guess I figured out I needed to start applying myself," he said with a disarming smile. "Well, Mr. Turner," she said pointedly, "I don't know if six weeks of success is enough to convince me that you should be transferred into the talented and gifted program. Besides, you must already be over-extended with football and school. Then there is the incident in the parking lot; fighting simply is not a normal trait of one of our scholars." Jake was getting exasperated with her tone. "Ms. Phillips, if you have already made up your mind, why am I here?" Her voice grew even sharper. "You need to be more respectful in how you talk to me, Mr. Turner. I was going to talk to you and perhaps give you a screening test to assess your ability. However, your attitude leads me to believe that it would be fruitless to continue." "Whatever you say, Ms. Phillips; I mostly respond to people just the way they treat me. You set the hostile tone when I walked through the door," Jake said, as he stood up to leave. Surprised by his calm termination of the meeting, she quickly reconsidered. "Please wait a moment, Mr. Turner. Mrs. Greer spoke highly of your maturity; perhaps I was hasty in my initial judgment. Can we start over?" "Only if you call me Jake or Jacob; my dad is Mr. Turner." "Alright, Jacob, would you mind taking a screening test?" "Not at all, Ms. Phillips and did you know that your eyes have gold flecks in them." She colored slightly and busied herself with pulling out the one-hundred-question, one-hour timed test. Victoria had been correct about this young man; the force of his personality was palpable. Standing in his aura sent shivers through her. She sat him at one of the desks in her office, explained the test, and started the timer. She walked to the door and flipped the switch that lit a red light bulb above the door outside her office. Under the bulb was a sign that read 'Testing In Progress -- Do Not Disturb". As he worked she kept looking at him; he certainly was a good-looking young man. His size and maturity made him appear to be at least five years older than he was. He caught her looking once and just gazed into her eyes a few seconds, then winked and returned to test-taking. Jake turned in the test with fifteen minutes to spare. Ms. Phillips was about to say something to him about trying harder but stifled it; she had put her foot in her mouth enough already. Instead, she took out the answer key with its holes punched for the correct answers and laid it over Jake's test. She scanned down the columns and looked at him awry. "No one I've ever tested finished this test within the time limit; yet you did and only missed one answer, Jacob," she said. "Number twenty-five," he responded, "The question is ambiguous, and 'C' is actually a better answer than the 'B' the test people believe is correct." He was behind her leaning over her shoulder to show her the question. His Canoe cologne's scent and his warm breath on her neck made her light-headed. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and then looked at the question. She knew he was correct immediately, but pretended to further study the problem to keep his intoxicating presence hovering over her. "Jacob, it is clear I have seriously misjudged your ability; if further testing confirms your intellect, your future is unbounded." "Thanks, but I have some ambitious plans and I need some one to guide me educationally toward them. Do you think you could be that special person to help me?" "Yes, Jacob, I'd be happy to advise you," she said, praying her voice would not betray just how much a close relationship might please her. "Thank you, Ms. Phillips; let's start tomorrow at first period," Jake said. She nodded and he squeezed her shoulders and headed for the door. As he was turning the knob, she called out. "Diane; my name is Diane." Jake grinned at her, waved, and headed for study hall. Diane Phillips sat at her desk gathering her composure for a couple of minutes, then began packing her briefcase to go home. She was going to call Victoria tonight and find out more about this extraordinary young man. He was only a couple of years older than her twin girls; yet he had set her aquiver like no one, including her ex-husband, ever had. Maybe I'm not really frigid, she thought, maybe there is hope for me yet, despite my ex's dire prediction of eternal frosty spinsterhood. Jake was able to say a quick hello to Rebecca and Beth at study hall before the dismissal bell. He rocketed from study hall to his locker, then on to the gym to suit up for practice. The team was as sharp as it had ever been; Sea Coast High was in for a long night if the Panthers played with the same intensity come Friday night. Although the team was proficient in the new plays designed by Carl McClelland, they were going to try to stick to their old plays until they met Lake Wales again. Coach called it quits half an hour early and the parking lot had cleared when Erika picked him up at five. Jake gave Erika an edited version of his meeting with Ms. Phillips and Erika gave Jake a good look at her legs as she drove. She dropped him off with a promise of more than a look come the weekend and roared off. She drove like a maniac and scared the shit of Jake; he might have to let the spoon talk to her about her driving. After supper Jake got grudging permission to go out for a couple of hours, his parents were concerned that he was spending too much time away from home. Melissa dropped him a block from the Thornton homestead. Jake rang the doorbell at exactly seven and Vivian answered the door. She was dressed casually in soft navy blue slacks and a white form-fitting sweater. A heavier light blue cable knit sweater was tied around her shoulders. She ushered him in and kissed him briefly. She cooed about how happy she was that he had come to get her out of the house as she led the way to the garage. She pressed the remote to open the garage door and expertly backed the Jag XKE out. They drove to the beach listening to the 'Doors' on the eight-track. Jake directed her from the beach approach towards the lifeguard station where Maria had told Melissa the private investigator would be hidden. Vivian pulled in and parked with the rear of the XKE pointing towards the ocean so she and Jake leaned against the deck lid watching the waves. A big fat moon was rising in front of them sending a silver ribbon of light across the water to their feet. Vivian snuggled under his arm and pressed against him. "I feel so protected in your arms, Jake," she said in her soft Georgia drawl. So that is how she did it, thought Jake, as he wrapped his arm around her tighter. She made you feel as if you were Rhett Butler saving Scarlet from the Yankees. She appeared so helpless and vulnerable you just had to protect her. She was subtle and even though Jake knew what she was doing, he was still falling for it. She tilted her head up and sought his lips, lightly kissing the corner of his mouth. "Jake, I'm so scared that Russell's children will force me out on the street; they hate me because their father loved me. And Chip wants to take his father's place with me." She kissed the other corner of his mouth; her firm breasts pushed into his chest. "I need someone to keep me informed on whatever they are scheming and someone to protect me from Chip. You felt our connection at the cotillion, now we can do something about it; will you help me?" Vivian ran her tongue across his lips, then kissed him passionately. She had missed her calling, thought Jake, she was Mata Hari combined with Ingrid Bergman. Jake returned her kiss but let her set the pace; if this were being filmed or photographed he wanted to clearly be the one being seduced. He did not remember what kind of low light photography existed in 1971, but hoped this was somehow being recorded. He smiled to himself when Vivian took his hand and placed it firmly on her breast. "This will be our little secret, Jake; just you and me against everyone else. When we are rich we can go anywhere we want and do any thing we want, just the two of us. You want that, don't you, my hero?" She pushed herself against him harder as he palmed her breast. "Yes, Vivian, God yes, I'll do it for you; anything you want if we can be together." She wasn't the only actor there tonight. Vivian let him play with her breast a minute longer, then broke from his embrace. "We need to get you home before you get in trouble, honey," she said. Jake acted like he were disappointed and she told him they would have plenty of time together later. As she drove him home, she told him what questions to ask and gave him her private phone number. He promised to call her Sunday and tell her what he found out. She let him off down the block and he walked into the house at 8:10. He went and showered - removing the recent scent -- before joining the family in the living room. Helen asked him to help her in the kitchen for a minute and followed her out. She pulled him into the relatively private laundry room and asked about Maria. Jake told her he had not been with Maria and had not seen her since Tuesday. Relieved he had not been seeing her rival, Helen did not think to ask him who he had been with -- so he got away without having to lie to her. As Jake climbed the stairs toward his bedroom, he reflected Helen was teetering right on the edge between hard-to-get prick tease and fully-involved jealous lover. He would have to somehow find and develop a better alternative to either of those two cases or home life with Helen could get very tricky. ------- Chapter 24 Jake woke up Friday morning with his hard-on wedged in Melissa's delightfully full ass, her right breast cupped in his hand. She had one of her hands over his on her tit and the other between her legs. That is what had awakened him -- her gentle rhythm as she played with her pussy. He released her breast and slid his hand down to where she was playing with herself. She stiffened in his arms. "Naughty, naughty," he said as he pulled her finger out of her slit. He replaced her finger with his and slid it into her, stirring her juices. She hunched against his hand and moaned. Jake started finger fucking her in earnest as she alternately ground her pussy on his hand and her ass on his dick. "Jake honey, I'm close," she whispered, "put another finger in me; stuff me full." Jake obliged and she clamped a muffling hand over her mouth and shuddered to a climax. He pulled his finger from her pussy and held her tight, his dick achingly hard. She rested a minute then turned in his arms to face him. She reached down and grabbed his dick in her small soft hand. "What kind of a wife would I be if I let you suffer like this?" she asked rhetorically, as she bent over and took him into her mouth. Jake stifled a moan of his own as she wrapped a very talented pair of lips around his shaft. He could feel his balls begin to tighten in her cupped hand. She was going to make someone an excellent wife in the blowjob department, he thought. She started moving her hand and mouth in a coordinated effort and he felt his cum starting to boil. She was right with his impending orgasm, urging him on with her movements. She momentarily pulled off his dick and he groaned in frustration. "Come in my mouth, Jake. Give it all to me. Choke me with it." She reattached herself to his cock and redoubled her efforts. Jake tangled his hands in her hair and stiffened, then spewed out his cum. She gurgled her delight and swallowed thirstily as he shot spurt after spurt down her voracious throat. She had managed to swallow most of his load; only a little escaped her tightly pursed lips. She kept jacking his shaft, coaxing the remnants of his thick cream into her mouth. Finally, he was drained and she raised her head from his crotch. "Thank you for letting me do that, Jake. I love the taste of cum, and yours is absolutely the best." "No problem," he managed to gasp. She giggled, scooted up next to him, and gave him a kiss. "I want to do that every morning. I'm going to be so happy in school today," she said. Melissa got up and started pulling him out of the bed towards the bathroom. She held his dick while he peed, laughing as she moved the stream around in the bowl. Then, as he started the shower, she sat down and tinkled. Melissa was starting to recover from the trauma of her father's death and she was definitely getting very comfortable with Mr. Jacob Turner. They showered together and Jake dressed for school while she blow-dried her hair. She had a towel casually wrapped around her waist, breasts swaying as she moved the dryer around. It was, she reflected, much as if they were already married. She was not giving this up, no matter what she had to do to keep it. Thirty minutes later relaxed Jake and blow-dried Melissa were tooling to school in her 'vette. Jake was driving and the couple was talking about his rendezvous with Vivian. Jake told her verbatim his conversation with Vivian. Melissa told Jake that she disliked him being anywhere near Vivian and the thought of them being intimate made her ill. Jake said he doubted it would come to that; Vivian would probably do just enough to keep him working for her. Jake asked Melissa to call Maria sometime today and try to arrange a meeting right after school between among the three of them. Jake walked into homeroom and a smiling Vickie Greer called him up to her desk. Vickie reminded Jake he had an important appointment at the guidance office. She whispered to him that Ms. Phillips had called her at home last night for a long chat, mostly about him. She gave him a hall pass and wished him good luck. Jake walked through the empty halls to the guidance office and knocked on Ms. Phillips door. She let him in, closed and locked the door, and turned on the testing in progress light. They stood three feet apart looking at each other. Diane Phillips' ensemble showed the influence of her talk to Vicki. She had on a black skirt, a white high-necked blouse, and black heels. Her hair was swept up atop her head and her makeup was light and flattering. "You look very pretty, Ms. Phillips," Jake said. She smiled nervously, "Thank you Jacob, Victoria said you liked a woman to look feminine; I had almost forgotten how much I actually like dressing like this." She did a full turn to show off the outfit. Jake looked her up and down approvingly, a bit puzzled by the strange expression on her face. Diane Phillips took a deep breath and let it out. "Jacob, let's not beat around the bush; if you want me, I'm yours," she blurted, then continued in a rush to tumble out her thoughts. "I've never felt a sexual attraction like I have for you and I am determined not to waste it. I could lose my job for this but Victoria said you would not let that happen. I thought a lot about this yesterday after you left and again last night. I want to experience passion at least once in my life, to be a complete woman, your woman, if you want me. I don't know much, but I'm no shy virgin." She held her chin up, looking him in the eye for her entire speech. The die was cast; she held her breath waiting for his response. Jake closed the distance between them and took her hands in his. "That was the sweetest offer I've ever received; of course I want you. What normal man wouldn't want a pretty and sexy woman like you?" She resumed breathing with a short, rapid pattern; Jake was fascinated how her chest was rising and falling, putting soft tensions on her white blouse. He heard her continue. "Thank you again, Jacob. If you are discrete, I will try to be everything you want me to be -- and I am more than willing to try anything at least once. Victoria said to just trust you and you would take care of everything." "You already are everything I want you to be," Jake said simply as he lowered his lips to hers. The kiss confirmed to Donna that she made the right decision; she almost swooned before he released her lips. Her legs were jelly as he steered her to her chair and pushed her down in it. He lifted her legs over the armrests and pulled her ass to the edge. She lifted her hips to facilitate the removal of her panties. God, she felt wanton and it was good. The school band could march through the room and not distract her from her passion. Then Jake lowered his face into her steaming, newly-trimmed pussy and she had to bite her lip to quiet her moan. Her ex had sometimes gone down on her and she had thought he was good, but this young man was in a different league altogether. His lips and tongue were everywhere and each spot he touched became electric. Then he wormed a finger into her and touched her in a place that nearly caused her to convulse out of her chair. Jake inhaled her fragrance and dove in for another taste. He picked up her panties, gently stuffed them into her mouth to help her keep quiet, and went back to feasting on her pussy. She was aquiver with arousal and he could feel her orgasm building. He took her clit between his lips and whipped it with his tongue. That did it; her body went rigid and arched off the chair. Strangled noises came from around her panties as she wailed her release. For half a minute, she came violently and then she sagged back in to her chair, sated. Or so she thought. Jake pulled her to her feet, spun her around, and dropped his trousers and underwear. He leaned her across her desk, flipped her skirt over her back, and plunged into her boiling cauldron. She bit down on her panties again; she had never had anything remotely this large in her, yet it felt as if it had been molded to fit her perfectly. As Jake stroked in and out of her, she started a countermotion that ensured his hardness hit all the right places. She came twice more, the first times she had ever climaxed through intercourse, and then had a truly memorable massive orgasm as he flooded her womb with his sperm. Jake pulled out of her and sat heavily in her chair; she remained sprawled across her desk catching her breath. She spit out her chewed up panties and shakily stood up. Jake took her hand and turned her around to face him; he tugged down on her arm, she understood his unspoken command, gracefully sank to her knees, and began cleaning their combined spend from the source of her pleasure. It was the first time she had ever tasted her juice mixed with a man's and she discovered she liked it. They separated with some regret, straightened out their clothing, and actually talked very seriously about Jake's academic future for a while. The conversation did get side tracked twice as Jake fingered her to orgasm; but eventually they made a plan outline. Of course, they would have to meet more times to work out the details, she thought, as she absently dropped her ruined panties in her purse. Since a meeting in a less structured environment was clearly needed, she invited him to dinner with her and her daughters on Sunday. She would make him a roast with all the trimmings and see if she could figure out a way for him to have her for dessert. She knew her daughters would like him, they had just reached the first bloom of womanhood, and a hunk like Jake would easily pass the test as the new man in her life. Jake went straight from Ms. Phillips' office to the boys' room to wash up. When he was certain he was not wearing her essence as aftershave, he went to geometry. Beth gave him a smile as he sat down in his seat. He smiled back at her then turned his attention toward the explanation of how to find the volume of a cylinder. Beth walked him to his locker and Erika picked him up there; the girls exchanged pleasantries as he fished out his chemistry book. He smiled to himself as he felt each of them leaning against him. Jake gave a blushing Beth a little kiss and he and Erika ambled toward Mr. McClelland's class. When Jake and Erika entered the classroom, they thought at first they had a substitute teacher. Katherine Cooper had performed a minor miracle because Carl McClelland looked like he just stepped off the cover of GQ. His hair was fashionably cut and groomed, his glasses were gone, and his clothes were classically stylish. Erika said Mr. McClelland was hot and a couple of her female classmates nodded in agreement. Mr. McClelland spoke differently also, he was making a conscious effort to look at the people to whom he was talking. At lunch, Jake and his friends watched as the female teachers flocked to Carl McClelland's table. Denise Smith managed to get the seat next to him and, to Jake's pleasure, the recently re-energized Diane Phillips was ensconced on his other side. Carl clearly loved their attentions. Rebecca gave Jake an amused look and shrugged her shoulders. Jake eased through his last two classes and headed to study hall. No pep rally was scheduled today at Coach Nelson's request. He didn't want anything to distract his team today. Rebecca came for Jake about half way through study hall to help her move some books. She led him to the storage room and, once the door closed, leapt into his arms. "Jacob, I can't stand it when are apart like this," she said. "I miss you too, baby; maybe we can spend some time together tomorrow." "I'd love that, honey, if you can come over early in the morning we can spend a few hours together before Kath and I go visit our grandparents in Sarasota." He said he would be there by eight and then kissed her. She grabbed his hand and planted it firmly on her ass. "My body misses you, Jacob; both my tight little pussy and my tight little ass are so ready for you." They kissed and fooled around for a few minutes and then pushed the gondola of books to the librarian's desk. Jake went back to his table with Beth and sat beside her. She pushed her denim-clad thigh against him in comfortable contact as they sat in companionable silence. At the dismissal bell, Jake walked to the parking lot and found Maria standing with Melissa next to Maria's rental car. Marisa was sitting in the passenger seat waiting for her mom. Melissa saw Jake, hugged Maria, and walked to her 'vette. She unlocked the door for Jake and slid behind the wheel. She told Jake that Maria was going to take Marisa home and meet them at his friend's apartment. Jake gave Melissa directions to Brian Nelson's place and let her in with his key. She gave him a quizzical look so he explained his deal with the Coach. "So this is where you bring your other women," Melissa said. "I've only been here like that with one other person," Jake said, "and you are, after all, the woman I sleep with every night." Her mood brightened at that and she sat with him on the couch, her head on his shoulder. They were quietly talking when Maria knocked on the door and Jake let her in. She had a manila envelope in her hand and, after they were comfortably seated at the small kitchen table, she pulled out its contents. She laid a stack of grainy eight-by-ten photos on the table for Jake and Melissa to look at. Despite the poor quality of the photographs, you could clearly make out the faces of Jake and Vivian. Melissa gave him a sour look when she saw the ones of them kissing with Jake's hand on Vivian's breast. Jake showed her the series of shots showing Vivian aggressively placing his hand there and Melissa's face relaxed somewhat. Maria said the photos were a good start but Jake needed to get Vivian some place where they could get something more incriminating. Melissa came up with the idea of getting Vivian where they were now with the investigator already hidden in the closet with his camera. Jake agreed to try and they tentatively set it up for Sunday night. Maria said she would get Jake some documents related to Melissa's finances and he could use them as his lure. Melissa's new will was ready and Maria would give Jake a draft copy, she also had a copy of a document Melissa signed giving exclusive control of her trust to Palmdale Savings Bank. The provision giving Randal approval authority for any transaction was stricken. Randal would not be happy when he found out about that change and his loss of control. Maria told Melissa that she needed to talk to Jake about a personal matter and that, if Melissa did not mind, she would bring Jake home shortly. Melissa said okay and gave them both a quick kiss. After Melissa left, Maria turned to Jake and said, "Jacob, I was there watching you last night. I went home and masturbated thinking of me in that evil woman's place. When are we going to be together?" "I don't know, Sweetie," he said. "Mom has kind of warned me off you. You need to step it up with her and maybe she'll relent." "That will not be an unpleasant task, my young conquistador, and who knows where that avenida might lead." Jake stood up, took her in his arms, and kissed her; she responded with ardor and purred when he cupped her large breast. He slipped his hand into her shirt and rolled her very large nipple between his fingers. She came just from his kiss and touch on her breast. "I told you I was on fire for you," she said with a shuddering breath. "Now I must take you home, or I will strip naked and attack you." Jake was home and managed to rest his mind for an hour before he had to report for the game. At five, Debbie and Melissa came in and policed him up for the game. They rode to the gym in the Falcon. Charles was bringing the rest of the crew in the Olds at seven. The cheerleaders went to the girls' dressing room to change and Jake went to suit up with his teammates. The intensity was still there at the pre-game warm ups. Kennedy steam-rolled a good Sea Coast High team. The final score was 44-0 but it could have been 84-0 if coach had not started substituting early. Jake played most of the game on defense. As the defensive captain, he needed to call the defensive plays, especially with second team players in the game. He ended up with twelve solo tackles, two sacks, and a forced fumble. The Sea Coast offense spent most of the game trying to avoid him but he anticipated well and managed to make his presence felt on almost every play. The Kennedy offense was awesome, even the second team players were executing with precision. They did run a few of Coach McClelland's plays to verify their effectiveness, then reverted to the standard game plan. Jake walked to the edge of the field after the game and talked with some of the fans; the Greers were there and so were Rebecca and Katherine. The Thornton women were there and, of course, the Johanssons were all at the game. Sven pumped his hand and told him good job. Jake also saw Cindy and Laurie. They waved to him but made a beeline towards Debbie. Jake was surprised when Gail Martin and her dad came over to congratulate him on his play. He said hello to Ray's parents, Rafe and Janet Robinson, and got a hug from Sara and little Christopher. Jake was pleased to see Diane Phillips had showed up and was impressed when she introduced him to her daughters. Faith and Hope Phillips were identical down three layers. They looked, sounded, and acted alike. They were clearly pushing the puberty process to completion and were rightfully proud of their budding young bodies. They blushed in several shades of peach and pink when Jake told them they were spitting images of their pretty mother. Even Beth Owens was at the stadium tonight; she was sitting with a group of girls from Oak Ridge and returned his wave and smile. The only person missing in action was Jody who had met a guy from Embry-Riddle Aeronautical Institute and was supposed to be in serious love with the future jet jockey. Jake did not think he had ever been around a better group of people. Jake piled into the Falcon with his three sisters and headed home. None of the teens were especially tired and decided that a pool party was definitely on the agenda for tonight. Debbie said that Laurie, Marisa, and Cindy were staying over and that all the girls were staying in Deb and Angie's rooms tonight. Jake groaned at the thought of six women across the hall from him raising hell. They arrived home with Cindy's Fiat immediately behind them and all the girls made a mad dash to put on their suits. Jake strolled down to the pool wearing his robe; there was a chill in the air tonight, with the mercury hovering around fifty. You needed to be covered up or be in the warm water. He was pulling the cover off the pool when Charles came out to give him a hand. They were just folding the last of the three pieces of thick plastic tarp material when six nubile teenage girls in bikinis came squealing out the door. The girls had been waiting inside the family room while the men had prepared the pool. Once the cover was off, they ran out and plunged into the warm water. They bobbed around giggling, splashing, and exposing a lot of skin. The girls wheedled Charles into swimming with them; he headed to the house to change into his suit and see if Helen wanted to join them. Helen declined the invitation and Charles rejoined the teens in the pool. Charles had to admit to himself that there were worse ways to spend an evening. Six pretty, well-built teenage girls were determined to show him as much attention as he could stand; they mobbed him. Charles was growing continuously more comfortable with the affection his girls showered on him. He had spoken to Helen about it and she told him that rebuffing them might lead them to do their experimenting with men unconcerned with their welfare. Debbie especially lavished him with her attentions, and it was getting harder to remain impassive as she became bolder. She was a stunning young woman and he thought she was the sexiest female he had ever been around. Little Laurie, he knew, was mostly just playing with him; Debbie, he felt, was serious in her desire to seduce him. Well, he was only human, and Helen had made it clear that she considered it his duty, so he decided he would be a willing participant in her seduction plans. For her part, Debbie was sure that she was moving her daddy in the right direction. He no longer pulled back from her kisses or moved his hips away from hers when she rubbed against him. Daddy excited her like no other man she had ever met. Her pussy got wet just thinking about him. Debbie was getting comfortable with her sexual predilections, she liked girls more than guys, but she could enjoy both, especially if the guy was named Charles Turner. Sure, she loved sex with her brother, no one could make her cum like Jake, but she did not have the basic burning lust for him that she had for her dad. Mom did not seem to mind; in fact, Debbie thought that her mother was actually encouraging her to go for it. So, Debbie was also operating with a clear conscience. Jake watched in amusement as the girls frolicked in the pool. He and Charles were in heaven as the girls climbed all over them and seemed unconcerned about being modest. After thirty minutes, Jake exited the pool and grabbed his robe and towel. He walked into the house and found Helen sitting in the nook. He sat down with her and she took the towel and started drying his hair. They chatted about this and that and, when she finished drying his hair, he helped her make hot chocolate for the girls. Jake was happy about how comfortable he and Helen were around each other. Their quiet moment was shattered when six shivering water sprites burst into the laundry room. The girls grabbed up their towels and dried off, then hustled upstairs to change. Charles came in a few minutes later and headed upstairs as well. In fewer than fifteen minutes everyone was back downstairs for hot chocolate. The girls were in varying states of semi-dress, Jake suspected that the outfits were chosen for the impact they would have on the menfolk. Helen excused herself and went upstairs. Because there were more people than chairs, everyone doubled up; Jake took notice of who sat where. He was surprised at the pairings: Marisa sat in Angie's lap, Laurie sat on Melissa's, and Cindy was with Debbie. They drank their hot chocolate and everyone headed upstairs except Debbie and Jake. "Seems like my little playmates have picked out snuggle friends for the night," Debbie said. "I don't suppose you had anything to do with that," Jake retorted. "Well I may have mentioned pairing up, but everyone made their own choices. I think your little Cindy is dying for me to take her. Laurie says she likes to get attention but is slower to give. That's going to change tonight." "What about the other two? I don't think Angie and Melissa are into girls." "I don't know about Marisa, but Laurie, I think, will get to your sleeping partner before the night is over; count on it. I am going to make sure that our doors stay unlocked; check things out for yourself in about half an hour." Jake at first thought he could resist Debbie's offer but, forty minutes later, he pushed Debbie's door open a crack. Debbie was laying on her back with a kneeling Cindy eagerly licking her pussy. Cindy's hair was in pigtails and Debbie was guiding her movements using her pigtails like reins. He peeked in on Angie and saw Marisa nursing on Angie's breast but both were still clothed. He got the biggest shock when he peeked through the connecting doorway between his bath and the guest room. Laurie had Melissa stripped naked and flat on her back with a pillow under her lush ass. Laurie had a couple of fingers in Melissa cunt and was playing with her clit. Jake started to leave but stopped when Laurie started talking. "So you are going to marry Jake. Does he have a big dick?" "Yes," Melissa said. Laurie added another finger, "Bigger than this?" Melissa nodded affirmatively and Laurie added a fourth finger and asked again. Receiving another nod, she pressed her thumb to her palm and started working her small little hand into Melissa's overheated pussy. "Oh yes," Melissa said softly, "That's how it will feel when my husband is in me." Laurie started moving her hand in and out of Melissa with a slow measured cadence. She put the fingers of her other hand to Melissa's lips and Melissa opened her mouth and sucked on them. When they were good and wet, Laurie took them out of Melissa's mouth and poised her index finger against Melissa's ass. "What if your husband wanted to put his thing in your big butt?" Laurie asked as she forced her finger through Melissa's little rosebud. Melissa's hips rose off the bed, "I don't know if I could take him in there but I want to try it." Melissa was getting louder so Laurie spun around and settled her pussy over Melissa's mouth. She had to pull her finger from Melissa ass to accomplish the spin but she kept her hand churning in her cunt, as Melissa's hips started moving. Jake went back to his room as Melissa was about to come. Jake lay there for a minute absorbing what he had seen and heard. It made him dizzy when he thought about one of the richest women in the country having fantasies about being married to him. He was about to grab his shlong for some poultry plucking when Melissa and Laurie came through the bathroom door. They were stark naked as they crawled into his bed, one on either side of him. Without a word being spoken, Laurie settled her pussy over his mouth and Melissa inhaled his dick down to its root. Jake woke up at seven the next morning lying on his back, Melissa was laying across his chest and Laurie was pressed against Melissa back. Jake gently disentangled himself and went to the bathroom. He took a shower, dressed without waking the sleeping beauties, and went to the garage to get his bike. Charles was downstairs having coffee and saved him a long ride by dropping him off at Rebecca's. Charles was headed to the links to hack his way through eighteen holes of what he euphemistically called golf. Charles asked Jake if he was now doing yard work for Miss Doane and Jake laughingly replied no, they were just friends. Charles dropped him off after telling him you could not have too many friends, especially ones that looked like Rebecca Doane. Rebecca let Jake in and sat him at the table with a cup of coffee. Yes, she looked adorable in her short silk robe as she bustled about fixing him breakfast. Katherine came down about fifteen minutes after Jake arrived; she kissed Jake and her sister, then joined Jake at the table. Jake tried to eat all the food Rebecca dished out for him but, after two helpings, pushed his plate back with a groan. They sat at the table sipping coffee when Rebecca cleared her throat and began speaking with intensity. "Jacob, you know I'm in love with you, but you have to know I love Kath also. We are kind of a package deal. I want us all together just as we are now. When Kath was married and away from me, I missed her, the same way I miss you when we are not together. I want you and her both in our bed and she wants the same thing. The main thing is -- we want to start a family. I can't have children but Katherine can; so we want you to get her pregnant. Do you love us enough to do that?" Jake was speechless; now he understood the significance of those kisses. When he found his voice he asked her to tell him more. Rebecca and Katherine took turns telling him their plan. Katherine was in the process of getting her name changed back to Doane. They were the last generation of that name back to a hundred years that they had knowledge of. A baby would insure another generation and a boy could insure the family name had a chance to go forward. Katherine was Rebecca's first lover and had always been there for her; now that they were together again, they wanted it to stay that way. He was a most pleasant and unexpected addition to their lives and they didn't want to give him up either. Their solution was to form a semi-permanent threesome. Jake sat silent for a minute but what was there really to think about? He wanted these two women to always be a part of his life and he had a feeling that they always would be. He said yes. They swarmed him. They excitedly started making plans and dragged Jake upstairs to show him where the nursery would be. Rebecca said she was going to TFA to buy a suitable king sized family bed and Katherine would move into the bedroom with her immediately. The sisters were as excited as if they had won the lottery and it was infectious. Rebecca said they didn't have time before they left to take care of him properly but they would make it up to him. They did share some good kisses before they dropped him off back at his house on their way to Sarasota. Jake was awash in good feeling as he walked into the house. The day was a warm one and the girls were already either in the pool or sunning themselves like oil-slickened lizards. Jake went out and made a production of kissing each one of them. His sisters got pecks on the cheek but he kissed the others on the lips. Even little Marisa gave him a little tongue. As he was going to his room to grab his swimsuit, the phone rang. It was Sven Johansson asking him if he could come over for a little while. Jake said sure and Sven told him Erika would be there in fifteen minutes to pick him up. Of course Erika was there in twelve minutes, probably doing twice the speed limit the entire way. Jake wasn't crazy about the safety of the cars of this era anyway, so riding with someone who drove with the reckless abandon of Erika was truly scary. Erika poo-poo'ed his protests but did slow it down to frightening from terrifying. Sven met him at the door and shook his hand heartily. After Jake greeted Helga and Erik, he and Jake retired to his study. Sven did a lot of work at home and his study was nicely appointed. Sven didn't sit at his desk, instead he showed Jake to a big leather chair, and he sat in its mate across from him. "Jake, my boy, you have done wonders for my family and I don't know how to thank you." He held up his hand to silence Jake's protests and continued. "First you got my daughter off her high horse and into being a woman; then you did that amazing thing for my son and you put the spark back in my wife. As a direct result of your influence, I have two divinely sexy women strutting their stuff around here. More surprisingly, both of them don't seem to think much is off limits to dear old dad. My wife and daughter have shown me more skin in the last two weeks than they showed the previous ten years. Most importantly, though, is that the display of all that feminine charm has had a very positive effect on Erik. Helga and I have a very open attitude about sex; we have always thought that as long as it wasn't sneaking around it was not wrong. We tried to instill that in our kids and with Erika there was never a problem." "Erik though, tried to repress and hide his confusion. It was eating him up inside, and you fixed that. Now that you have my women's attitude loosened up, Eric is starting to see that women might be on his agenda after all. Erika thinks she will be his first and that it will happen soon. I see no problem with that; I think it would be perfect for his sister who loves him so much to be his teacher. I'm telling you all this because we consider you family and we aren't going to keep things from you. We hope you will continue to be part of our family and that what I said doesn't scare you off. Either way, you deserved the truth." Once again Jake sat silently. It was a day of revelations for him. Once again, this did not require a lot of thought; far from being put off, his respect for Sven and his family went up. They all loved one another and were open and honest about their feelings. How could you fault that? Jake told all this to Sven and was almost crushed by the bear hug he received. "That's great, son; so listen, I understand the girls have a *special lunch* planned for you. Erik and I are going to shoot some skeet to get ready for duck season. Enjoy yourself and we'll see you later." Jake got another bear hug and Sven bounded out the door. Jake sat there a minute then navigated towards the kitchen. Erika and Helga walked the fellows out to Erik's truck and loaded a picnic basket in the back. They chatted for a minute and the women broke into smiles, then hugged and kissed the two men. Jake was sitting at the bar when the women came back in. Erika pulled him to his feet and gave him a toe-curling kiss then passed him to Helga for more of the same. ------- While Jake was being thoroughly kissed by Helga and Erika, Charles Turner was getting the same treatment from Laurie, Debbie, and even Cindy. Debbie and Charles were saying goodbye to the girls as they were piling into Cindy's convertible. Maria had come earlier to take Helen and the other girls shopping. Charles returned from golfing after nine holes swearing once again that he was giving the game up. Debbie and Charles waved to the disappearing Fiat and when it was out of sight turned towards the house. Debbie was ecstatic as she reached for her daddy's hand; they were alone at last. ------- Chapter 25 Once inside the front door, Debbie turned to Charles and kissed him the way she had been dying to all day. Charles responded in kind and Debbie knew now was her moment to seize. She pulled back from the kiss and looked up into his eyes. "Daddy, I want you to make love to me and I think you want me too. I know this isn't going to affect your marriage; I know how much you love mom. You know it won't scar my psyche, because you know I don't want to steal you and make you mine. But I love you and I crave your touch." Charles did not say anything, and Debbie momentarily thought she had miscalculated. Then Charles gave her his answer by taking her hand and heading for the stairs. Carpe diem, carpe Debbie. He turned down the hall and led her into her bedroom. Debbie took over then and pushed him back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She backed up two steps, kicked off her shoes, and stripped off her blouse, bra, and shorts. Then, with only one remaining garment, she seductively swayed towards him and stood between his legs. She took his hands and placed them on her hips right above her white panties with the pink hearts. She dropped her hands to her sides and waited for him to act. Charles hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the panties and eased them over the swell of her ass. Then he knelt down off the bed and slipped them down her long muscular legs. When he reached her feet, she put her hand on his head and stepped out of the little crumpled pile of nylon. He lifted his eyes to her face, taking in her well-groomed pudenda. As he smelled he scent, his nostrils flared involuntarily. Debbie pulled him to his feet and started unbuttoning his shirt. She stripped him naked and, while on her knees, took his prick in her mouth without hesitation; he was a little smaller than Jake -- but only a little, she thought as she sucked him until he was slick with her saliva. Debbie stood up and gracefully lay back on the bed. "Come and get me, Daddy," she said huskily, "You have never had a pussy more open and ready for your dick than mine is right now." Charles positioned himself above her and guided his prick into her; he pushed it in an inch and stopped, savoring the feel of her slit. She was as steamy hot and wet as a rain forest, yet as tight as a well-tuned violin string. Before he could feed her more cock her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she started coming. ------- Across town, Jake was enjoying flirting with his two favorite big blondes. Erika was an inch taller than his six-one and Helga was an inch shorter; they both felt wonderful in his arms. Erika said she had to run to the store for a minute and asked Helga to entertain Jake until she returned. Helga sat Jake down on a stool at the breakfast bar and plundered a Tab out of the fridge for him. "Sven said you two had a nice talk and you were okay with everything," she said. "I'm more than okay with it -- I'm happy for all of you. Even if it means I lose a girlfriend I know we'll still all be friends, and the important thing is that your family will be stronger." Helga looked at him strangely for a few seconds and then moved towards him until she was between his knees. She put her hands gently on either side of his face. "That was so sweet, Jake but you misunderstood. You are family now; you didn't lose a girlfriend, you gained one. That is, unless you think I'm too old for you." Jake met her descending lips and tried to show her with his kiss that he found her not too old at all. He had his hand on her blouse in a flash and was kneading her breast when she stepped back away from him. Helga had on a purple plaid skirt that ended just above her knees and a purple sleeveless button front blouse. She stood there letting him check her out, toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Erika told me what you did to her last Saturday, Jake. Is that what you are going to do to me?" Well, the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree. "Yes, and I think you should call me Jacob." He held out his hand and she put hers in it. He pulled her up close to him again; her eyes were closed and she was taking little panting breaths. Jake stood up and moved behind her. He reached around her and grabbed her hands then stretched her arms in front of her until she was leaning across the bar on her elbows. Helga's eyes were still tightly closed but her breath was coming faster. Jake reached under her skirt and began pulling down her panties. She moved her knees together to help him. He put her panties in his pocket and flipped up the back of her skirt. She jerked when he rested his hand on her naked and exposed ass. "I made a mistake with Erika because I didn't spank her before I took her the first time. I won't make that mistake with you," he said. He ran his fingertips down the crack of her ass until he reached her damp abundant tangle of pubic hair. "For starters, I want most of this gone by tomorrow, you can leave some hair above it if you want, but shave your lips and between your legs clean." He stepped back and she started to get up. He brought his open palm down on her ass in a single authoritative smack and she jumped. "Hold still, we aren't done yet," he said. She bit her lip and moaned as ran his hand along her butt, reached between her legs, and cupped her mound. "Still want to be my girlfriend?" Jake asked. She nodded her head emphatically. He plunged his finger in her steamy slit and she came so hard she almost fell down. The deal was sealed when she licked her juice from his finger. ------- Debbie and Charles had not been idle while Jake was cementing his relationship with the Johanssons. After Debbie's first orgasm, Charles slid all the way home. As their groins bumped together Debbie went off again. It was like that for the next hour. He could not build up a head of steam before he had to stop while she thrashed about as she came. Debbie lost count of her climaxes as they seemed to run together in one long rippling wave. Finally, she could not take any more; her muscles were exhausted from clinching so hard, and she was light headed from the almost continuous ecstasy. Charles understood and accepted her promise that she would make it up to him. He pulled back the covers and tucked her in with a kiss on the forehead. She was asleep before he was out the door wondering where all of his sudden stamina had come from. Charles showered and was waiting downstairs when the women came home. Marisa asked if Angie could stay the night at the beachfront condominium Maria had rented and Helen said yes. As soon as Maria and the girls were gone, Charles took Helen upstairs and gave her the best sex she could remember getting in the last ten years. Helen wondered where all of his sudden stamina had come from. ------- When Erika came home, her mother was absolutely glowing. Helga had agreed to meet Jake at Coach Nelson's house the next day at twelve-thirty. She would be shaving and trimming her bush tonight; she could not wait to tell Sven what was in store for her. Erika dropped Jake off at his house at three. Jake knew that, despite Helga's statement to the contrary, Erika would not have much time for him from now on. She would be focusing much of her energy on Erik. And, once she had seduced her brother, he would want a lot more of her. But they would all still be friends and that was what really mattered. No one was around when Jake went into the house, even though all the cars were accounted for except Melissa's Corvette. Everyone must be napping he thought, so he might as well join them to rest up for his date with Gail. Ten minutes later Jake was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling and thinking about women. Was he over doing it with the number of females he had slept with? On reflection, he did not think so; he had real and honest feelings for every woman he had been with, and he was not trying to just bed every chick he ran into. He figured that he had slept with nine different women in five months; he bet that in this era of drugs, sex, and rock and roll, nine was not that big a deal. He had not made any wild promises or commitments to any of them and even went out of his way to insure they knew how he felt. The landscape sure had changed in the last two weeks though. No doubt about that. Angie was looking for a relationship with Tyler, Debbie was hot for Charles, Cindy seemed to be taking a walk on the wild side, and now it looked as if Erika was fixated on her brother. He was going to try to steer Diane Phillips towards Mr. McClelland and knew that Helga was just sowing some oats with Sven's complicity. Maria Thornton might become a long-term relationship eventually but he doubted it. Gail Martin had even more potential for the long term, she touched something in him the same way Rebecca did. That only left Helen as the wild card and he was still tiptoeing through that complicated minefield without a metal detector. Nope, no guilt, he thought as he fell smoothly into a contented sleep. Later that evening Gail Martin again picked Jake up in front of the house. Jake took her to a cozy Italian restaurant for a very good meal that fit his budget. Gail was a terrific date; she was witty, funny, and attentive toward him. He could get used to being spoiled that way. After the meal Jake had Gail drive down to the beach and they walked along the edge of the water holding hands. When they got back to the car Gail said she wished they had some place they could go to be alone. Jake allowed that he had such a place and directed Gail to the coach's pad. Gail was impressed with the apartment and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Jake sat on the couch until she finished in the loo and rejoined him. The lights were dim, the stereo was playing some mellow old rock and roll love songs; so it seemed only natural they start kissing. Things heated up quickly. When Jake took her hand and led her to the bedroom, she followed him willingly. Jake undressed her, then got naked himself. He laid her in the center of the bed and started giving her a tongue bath, starting at her left ear. Ten minutes later her fingers were entwined in his hair as she guided him to her dripping vagina. Gail was also going to have to get on the grooming regimen Jake thought, as he dove into the pelt of black shag carpeting that covered her tasty little quim. Jake loved the way Gail responded enthusiastically to his efforts. She actively participated in his search to bring her pleasure by gently guiding his face to where it felt the best. She drew up her knees and rocked her hips as her orgasm approached; when she came she cried out softly and her body stiffened. She was one of those women whose clitoris became too sensitive to continue after they come, so Jake held her close, as they played kissy-face. Gail licked all her juices off his face, then pulled him on top of her, "I hope you are better prepared tonight, Jake. I will be very unhappy if we can't make serious love." Jake opened the drawer of the nightstand, grabbed a rubber, and hastily rolled it on. He was above her on locked elbows as she guided his dick through her thick curly pubes into the Promised Land. As he slowly pushed into her depths her eyelids fluttered; when he was all the way seated, she pulled her knees back to take him even deeper. She liked a slow pace and gentle build up -- so that is what Jake gave her. She came again after about five minutes and pulled Jake down to lay flat on top of her. While they rested she told him how much she had missed this and how good he made her feel. When she was ready again he moved her so her legs were over his calves, this took the strain of keeping her knees pulled back off her and allowed her to move some. Her fiancé had not been very experienced plus he and Gail had never experimented; so everything Jake started doing was new and exciting. When Jake rolled her over on top of him, she loved it. In her novel role as cowgirl, she rode him to her first series of successive climaxes that way and that's how she got him off. Slick with sweat, they lay in each other's arms under the covers and talked for an hour. Gail listened to his plans for the future and agreed to become a part of them. That night they established a relationship that, in a few years, saw her evolve into his personal secretary and confidant. The only thing Jake ever held back from her was how he was reincarnated. Gail was one of those people who value their privacy and like being alone. The supporting role Jake was offering was perfect for her. Gail loved to learn and it became the second passion of her life after Jake. She went on to accumulate a number of advanced degrees and was invaluable to Jake as a knowledgeable advisor, skilled in the boardroom. She also became a student in the art of love and it was not too long before she was as skilled in the boudoir as any courtesan. Gail dropped Jake off at his house at 11:55. He crawled into bed and spooned up to Melissa; he was as tuckered and content as he had ever been. ------- Jake woke up at 7:30 Sunday morning still pressed against Melissa's ass and feeling like a million dollars. He jumped out of bed and hit the shower; two minutes later Melissa joined him. He washed her hair and she washed his. Melissa ordered him out of the shower and started shaving her legs; Jake sat on the toilet seat and watched in fascination. After legs and armpits were dispensed with she started on her coochie. Jake cringed at the rapid flicking strokes she took with the razor, but she looked supremely confident as she deftly spruced up the playground. She finished and stepped out of the shower and into the towel Jake held for her. He dried her off, she opened the medicine cabinet, and handed Jake the baby oil. He applied the soothing oil to her little bald mound before she shooed him out so she could dry her hair. Melissa happily hummed to herself as she dried her hair; her future husband was taking to domestication nicely. After church, Jake had Angie drive him to the coach's place; Angie was atwitter about seeing Tyler next weekend on his three-day break. Maria was bringing him down to tell him in person about the significant changes the family was undergoing. "I'm happy for you, Princess," he said. "I know you are, Jake; I'm kind of sorry that we stopped having all that great sex, but I'm a one man woman." "I miss it too but I'll gladly make the sacrifice for your happiness." She kissed him and her eyes were misty, "Thank you, baby brother." Jake let himself in and waited for Helga. He did not have to wait long. At precisely twelve-thirty, she rapped on the door and Jake let her in. She glided into the room and turned to Jake as he closed the door. Jake walked over to her and then around her in a circle. Inspection complete, he stood before her again. "Helga, you are absolutely one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen," he said with sincerity. Helga was wearing an above the knee little tropical print frock, tan nylons on her long legs, and three inch blue pumps on her feet. Her hair flowed down her back in gentle waves; it had been brushed until it shone like spun gold. She wore just a little makeup to highlight her china blue eyes; her lips and fingernails were the same light shade of pink. "Thank you, Jacob, she said, "Sven helped me get ready; he is as excited about this as I am." Jake could see that she was as nervous as she was excited. He sat her on the couch and got them drinks -- Tab for him and a glass of white wine for her. He would have to remember to replace Coach Nelson's wine stock. She smiled her appreciation for the wine, took a sip, and, twirling the glass by its stem, started talking. "Jacob, now that I'm here I'm so nervous I feel faint. Sven and I have been married for eighteen years; he proposed to me when he was twenty and I was sixteen. When he graduated from college we got married; we were both virgins on our wedding night. We moved to St. Paul where Sven got an excellent job. He is very talented and rose quickly in the company. He made a good living there and I never had to even think about going to work. We started a family and had the twins right after our second anniversary. I stayed at home and kept house as the kids grew; I was content with my life and so was Sven. But, as the twins became teens, our life seemed to be in a rut. Sven tried to spice up our love life by getting books and movies. They did not do anything for me. Then he started wanting me to flirt with other men. I tried it, but, except for letting his boss grope me at a Christmas party, never could get into it. "Then we moved here and Erika brought you home. From the first time I saw you I wanted you. I felt guilty about it and told Sven; far from being mad, he told me just to let myself go. Letting go is not an easy thing for us Norwegians. You made it easier by the way you took charge of me. You just did to me what you wanted and I discovered that I liked it. Sven has always treated me as if I were fine china. I told him how assertively you treated me and how much I liked that; but he said it was not in him to be like that. So here we are -- an overweight housewife with nothing to offer and a young stud who can get anyone he wants. It begs the question of just what you are doing this for." Jake regarded her for a moment and then answered. "First off, you are easily one of the sexiest women I've ever met. You are not petite but you are not anywhere near fat. I doubt if there is a man out there who wouldn't instantly want you. Secondly, you are sweet, honest and loving to the point I love just being around you. Lastly, you and I resonate together, the attraction you feel for me matches the urge I have for you. It is Eroto-chemistry 101. I felt it the first time we touched and I think you did too. Now all we have to do is figure out what we are going to do about it. I would never do anything that could hurt you or your family; you all mean too much to me." "You are the sweetest man. Let's do this: for the next two hours I am your plaything; we will figure out what happens next later. If I don't at least try this, I think I'll always regret it. And, Jacob, I don't want you to hold anything back. I want it all and don't even think about being gentle. I want it rough and hard. Now excuse me for a minute, please; I need to freshen up." Helga walked towards the bedroom after Jake pointed the door out for her; she was carrying a small valise that Jake had wondered about when he let her in. He was starting to get antsy after she had been gone for over five minutes, but knew better than to try to hustle her up. Five more minutes passed before he heard the door to the bedroom open behind him. He turned and almost swallowed his tongue. Helga was leaning against the doorframe in a black merry widow with black silk panties. Black stay up stockings led down to a pair of black patent leather fuck me pumps with at least four-inch heels. Jake's dick hardened so fast that, had he been naked, it would have hit him under the chin and probably knocked him out. As it was, all the blood rushing to his dick made him light-headed. As he gawked, she eased into the room, her right hand behind her back. "Sven bought me this outfit for tonight," she said, "I bought this yesterday for you." She pulled her hand from behind her back and handed him the largest wooden spoon he had ever seen. Made of a dark oiled exotic wood, it was about eighteen inches long; the scoop part was three inches wide and almost flat. There was a knob on the tip of the handle. Jake put both the spoon and Helga through their paces. And frankly, Helga put her daughter to shame as a lover. She was absolutely the most responsive woman he had ever been with; she loved everything he did with her and did not hesitate for a second, no matter what he wanted her to try. If this was what Erika was going to grow up to be, he was going to have to reconsider letting her go. She started coming almost as soon as he got her panties off and ordered her to bend over the counter. She didn't stop coming until after she had sucked his third load down her throat. When he took her anal virginity, she was not stoically accepting as Erika had been, but pushed back against him ardently and did her best to squeeze his dick on the outstroke. She loved it when he took her from behind and slapped her ass in time with his strokes. She also possessed a world-class edible pussy. She had shaved her puffy mound perfectly and her slick juices were as sweet as soda pop. Jake finally buried his bone in her after thirty minutes of spanking and eating. She went on and on about how big he was, and how hard he was, and how good he was fucking her. She was as tight as her daughter and her pussy rippled up and down his dick as they fucked. Her body was not the best he had ever seen, her tits did sag some and her ass wasn't as round as Erika's, but Jake loved every inch of it. Helga was thrilled by his reaction to her and her body. As he pounded his dick into her twat with her legs over his shoulders, she vowed that if Sven agreed, there would indeed be a succession of next times. Two hours later, they lay exhausted on the bed. The covers were wet from cum and perspiration so Jake pulled them back and they snuggled under the sheet. Helga covered his face with kisses, then formally thanked him. She teasingly told him that she was as sore as she was on her wedding night so they couldn't possibly do it again for at least two days. Jake countered it would take longer than that for him to replenish the sperm she had relieved him of. Jake got up and asked if she wanted to shower with him. He was amused when she told him that Sven wanted her to go home wearing all the evidence. Old Sven was in for a surprise, Jake reckoned, as he gazed fondly at her hickeys, puffy pussy, red ass, and cum-covered body. By the time Jake got out of the shower, the bed was made and Helga was back in her pretty dress. Jake put on his clothes and they walked out of the bedroom holding hands. Jake picked up the big spoon from the counter and asked a blushing Helga if they were going to need it again. She meekly nodded yes so he had her put it in her valise. Helga dropped Jake off at the Phillips residence at ten past four for his next appointment. The twins opened the door, grabbed his hands, and practically dragged him into the living room. He looked them over while they were tugging him down the hall. They were dressed identically in fairly short white skirts and navy blue sweaters. Their already prominent breasts sat impossibly high on their chests with nipples aimed toward the ceiling. They had long coltish legs unadorned with stockings and they wore navy blue inch and half heels. They sat him between them on the couch. He greeted them each by name and they looked wide-eyed and impressed. Jake kept to himself the information that, when Diane had introduced them, he noticed Faith had an almost invisible little scar over her left eyebrow. "Mom is upstairs primping, so we are supposed to entertain you until she comes down," Faith said. "She sure is going to a lot of trouble to look pretty just to talk about college," Hope followed on. "Yeah, it's almost like she was going on a date," Faith added. These two little cuties were way too smart and their technique of questioning was disconcerting. Jake knew he was going to have to keep on his toes. "Anyway, would you like a glass of tea?" Hope spoke this time. "Tea would be great and your mom probably thinks she needs to look her best because you two are so pretty," Jake said. They blushed pink and ran giggling out of the room. They were back in a couple of minutes with drinks and reassumed their positions on the couch. Jake noted with amusement that they were sitting closer and had switched positions. He turned to his right, "Thanks for the tea, Hope." The giggled again and Hope told him it was a test to see if he really could tell them apart because their mom was the only other person who could. Faith explained that even their dad mixed them up when they visited him. The twins seemed comfortable with him and started flirting. Jake could play that game with the best of them and soon had them wiggling and giggling. The girls heard their mother clicking down the hall and immediately became prim and proper. Jake stood up when Diane entered the room; she had on much the same outfit as her daughters with the addition of stockings and taller heels. She took his hand and welcomed him to their home; Jake told her, "Thank you for the invitation, Ms. Phillips." She told him that he should call her Diane while he was there. Jake noticed that Faith and Hope were watching them like hawks. Diane excused herself and went to check on dinner. "Boy, she sure likes you," Faith said, "Nobody gets to call her Diane." "Yeah, and she had on perfume and high heels, like on a date," Hope said. "That's right and she dyed her hair yesterday," said Faith. They both turned to Jake with questioning looks. Time to muddy the waters. "I wish I was that lucky," he said, "I think your mom really likes one of my football coaches that I'm kinda friends with; maybe she's trying to get me to say something about her to him." That was something a thirteen-year-old girl could relate to. Telling a guy's friend to put in a good word for you was a time honored way to get a guy to talk to you when you were in junior high. They bombarded him with questions. Jake swore them to secrecy and told them about their mom sitting with Mr. McClelland in the lunchroom. They thought that was way cool and very significant; in their world, sitting with a guy at lunch was pre-going-steady. That earned Jake a reprieve from pointed questions and started another round of flirting. By the time supper was announced, both girls were showing a lot of leg and making sure their hard pointy tits got rubbed against him, 'accidentally', of course. Damn, Ms. Phillips could cook. The roast and trimmings were exceptional albeit Jake had worked up quite an appetite playing with Helga. He polished off two big helpings and a slice of blueberry pie. The twins were amazed at the food he packed away and teased him about it. Diane set the girls to cleaning the kitchen and told them that she was taking Jake to her home office to look at some college catalogs. Diane's office was a combination sewing room plus study. Diane showed him into the room and closed the door behind them; a bookcase, desk and file cabinet filled one side of the room, sewing table and ironing board the other. As soon as the door clicked shut, Diane was in his arms. Even though she wore heels, Jake had to bend down to kiss her. Both knew that nothing much was going to happen but they still enjoyed the intimate moment. Diane took a catalog from the University of Central Florida off the shelf and one from Stetson; she was showing Jake their programs for advanced high school students when the twins burst through the door. They were ostensibly there to tell their mom they were finished in the kitchen but probably they were hoping to see something. Diane sent them off and apologized to Jake for the disturbance. Jake told her no problem and mentioned to her the grilling they gave him and how bright they were. She told him they were much too smart and much too curious about sex. In today society she said, kids just grew up too fast. Jake agreed with her and got a probing look for his statement. She did not think a fifteen-year-old boy would see eye to eye with her on that subject. Jake asked if he could borrow the catalogs to show his folks and she said yes. They stole another kiss and went out to the living room where the twins were watching television. Diane told them to grab a sweater because they were going to drive Jake home. They went to their room for sweaters while she retrieved her purse. The Phillips women pulled up in the Turner's front yard at six-twenty. Jake insisted they meet his family. Charles and Helen were cordial towards Diane and amazed as she recounted Jake's testing results. Diane told them she wanted Jake to take some college placement tests very soon and the parents concurred. Debbie came down stairs and was surprised to see Ms. Phillips there; her eyes really lit up when she saw the nubile twins. She said hello to the guidance counselor and took the twins on a tour. Faith and Hope looked at her as if she were a goddess as they followed her upstairs. Jake was going to have to have another talk with Debbie. Diane stayed and chatted with the Turner parents for fifteen minutes; when Debbie brought her daughters down, they departed. Hope and Faith were telling their mother about the pool and being invited by Debbie come over and swim sometime as they got in the car. As soon as they were out of the driveway Jake asked his folks if Melissa could take him somewhere for a couple of hours. He was told to be home by nine. He and Melissa high tailed it to coach's place. They got to coach's a couple of minutes before seven; Maria and a stocky bald man were already there waiting. Maria introduced Jake to the man; he was Jim Peters, the private investigator. Jake let them in and Peters starting rigging his equipment. Jake called Vivian and told her he had snagged some documents from Melissa and, if she wanted to see them, tonight was her only chance because he had to replace them before morning. She agreed to come to him so he gave her the address. It would take at least thirty minutes for Vivian to arrive so the three of them sat down at the table to talk about their roles. Maria gave Jake the documents to show Vivian; she had a copy of the will and documents about Melissa's trust. She had fabricated the trust documents to read the way Randal had wanted them to read; the real assignment of the trust was already at the bank and in effect. Then Maria showed Jake and Melissa a report she had an investigator in Atlanta compile on Vivian Thornton, nee Vivian Moore. Turns out Vivian had been married before she wed Russell. She had taken hubby number one for a bundle by portraying him as an abusive louse at their divorce trial. Hubby number one was still irate at his treatment and more than happy to spill his guts about Vivian; he had given the investigator all kinds of dirt on Vivian and leads on where to find even more. Jake asked Maria how she had gotten the information so fast. Maria said she had hired the investigator the week before Russell was killed because of her suspicion that Randal and Vivian were having an affair. She received this interim report in the mail just yesterday. The two women left; Peters finished hiding his microphones and went to the bedroom to hide in the closet. At eight, Vivian knocked on the door. Jake let her in and she gave him a steamy kiss. He showed her to the couch and retrieved the documents from the kitchen table. Vivian first read the will. Her face turned sour as she sorted through the legal mumbo-jumbo. She snatched up the trust papers and her scowl softened somewhat. Jake could see the gears turning in her devious mind as he casually draped his arm across her shoulder. She looked at him sideways and Jake saw exactly when her next Machiavellian plot came to her. "Thank you, Jake honey, you are so good to me," she said. She settled herself closer to him and pulled his hand down to her breast. "Do you think you could do a couple of other things for me?" she asked as she unbuttoned her blouse. "What do you want me to do?" Jake said. He hoped he was acting like a typical teenage boy as he looked hungrily at her exposed bra. Her breasts were a nice size, not pendulant and heavy but full and round. She placed his hand on the upper slope of her creamy mound and Jake slipped it into her cup and toyed with her nipple. Jake felt her breath catch and did not think it was part of her act. "That feels good, lover," she said, "I was wondering if you could get Melissa to be your girlfriend, she seems to like you a lot so it should be easy. If she was your girlfriend you could give her advice about stuff." Vivian thought that if she could get this young Romeo to make Melissa fall for him, she would be holding all the cards. Her experience had shown her that love made people easy to influence. If her young protégé managed to get a lovelock on her stepdaughter, she could dispense with Randal. She figured she could maintain a much firmer grip on this boy than she could on the shady Randal. Since seeing the fake will Randal's value had diminished; she needed Melissa alive and somehow under her control just as her brother was. As an added benefit, she could already tell that Jake was far more capable of meeting her needs than the bumbling Chip or the arrogant Randal. And she did have needs, she reflected, as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra. Jake tried to get her to go to the bedroom with him but she refused. He was going to have to do more for her before that happened and the expectation of getting into her pants would keep him motivated. There were other things he could do for her in the interim she thought, as she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. Seconds later she had her latest conquest on his knees in front of her slavishly playing homage to her with his tongue. She had been right about him, he was better than good. He licked her through two of the best orgasms she could remember before she pushed him away. She lavished praise on him and told him he was her man and they would have plenty of time for other things. She got him to agree to make Melissa his girlfriend and suggested he could help reconcile her and Melissa. Vivian was not above turning her charm toward women; it would be divine if she could directly control both her step-children and eliminate everyone else. Jake gathered up the documents and Vivian drove him home. It was nine-thirty and he was late. When he walked into the house he heard voices coming from the kitchen so he headed that way. His parents were sitting at the nook table with Maria and Melissa. The Thornton women looked chastised and penitent; Charles' expression showed concern and Helen was as pissed-off as he ever hoped to see her. All eyes were on him as he pulled out a chair and sat down. He guessed the cat must have escaped the bag. "Explain yourself, young man, and it had better be good," Helen said in a dangerous tone. Jake looked her in the eye and related how he had come up with the idea of befriending Vivian so they could have a clue as to what she and Randal were conspiring. He told his parents why he had not told them and laid out everything excluding only the sexual details. Charles expression eased; it was a good plan and with a woman involved, his son had an excellent chance for success. Helen though was having none of it; the whole scenario put one of her children in possible danger. "You are grounded, mister; now go to your room," Helen said. Jake looked at her a second and saw nothing in her expression to indicate she was willing to discuss his status further. He excused himself and headed for his room, glad to be out of the bursting radius of her ire. He wondered if this was actually another example of Helen considering older women a threat to her where younger ones were not. He would need to somehow fix the Helen problem, and quickly. ------- Chapter 26 Jake was sitting at his desk thinking about his situation when Helen barged in. Hand on her hip, she stood majestically hyper-parental over him. Uh-oh, this could be trouble. Jake gazed calmly at her and that seemed to deflate some of her apparent anger. "Jacob, I am so disappointed in you. I thought we talked about you being honest with me." "Would you have let me get close to Vivian if I had asked?" he replied. "Probably not," she conceded. "It was very dangerous; who knows what that woman has done or what she is capable of doing. Anyway, it will not happen again; we will just have to find another way if the detective didn't get enough tonight." Jake was getting exasperated with this whole conversation; he stood up and looked down at her. "I'm sorry, Helen, but, if necessary, it has to happen again. Sometimes you still think I'm a little boy -- but you really know better. Whatever happened to me when I lost my memory matured me beyond my years." Then he played his trump card, "Who knows, maybe there is a lot more of your father, my grandfather, in me now. You said he knew how to handle himself; maybe he is somehow helping me now. All I really know is that I am doing the right thing and I'm going to continue doing what I feel is right. I want you to back me up on this; as a matter of fact, I would like it if you listened more to me about a lot of things." Jake watched as the anger flashed, then slowly dissolved from her face. She hugged him fiercely then stepped back. "All right, Jacob, I'll try. I know you are not a little boy anymore and I've already told you that I do see more of Elliot Buckley in you every day. What you are doing with Vivian is exactly what he would have done. But that does not mean that I will stop worrying about you." "Thank you," he said, "Now give me a kiss to make it official." She did and departed without a further word. Melissa came up to bed shortly after Helen left the room. She asked Jake if everything was all right; he told her yes. Then she quizzed him about his evening with Vivian. He told her as much of the truth as he thought was prudent and she seemed relieved when he told her that he and Vivian had not played sink-the-sausage. This night she snuggled up to his back and pressed into his body until she was half laying on him. They were both asleep almost instantly. The next morning, Jake chuckled to himself about how much he and Melissa acted like they were already married. He was trying to shave and she was trying to dry her hair. He was standing behind her, bobbing and weaving, to get a look at his mug in the mirror, her towel covered ass rubbing against his dick as she moved the dryer around. "We are going to have to get two sinks," he said. "Oh no, we're not, I like it just like this," she countered with an extra wiggle of her butt. Jake was beginning to realize that his cheerful mornings with Melissa were what got his days off to such a good start. "January twenty-first, nineteen seventy-four," he said suddenly. "What about it?" "That's my eighteenth birthday; if we still feel the same way we do this morning, we could get married in Las Vegas," he said as he walked out the door. Melissa stood there stunned. She rewound what he said in her mind. 'Yes!' Jake had just dropped his towel and was bending over to put on his jockeys when one hundred twenty pounds of squealing, naked cheerleader landed on his back and knocked him onto the bed. Like a bull wrestler at the rodeo, Melissa rolled him on to his back. She straddled his midsection, grabbed his face between her hands, and spot-welded her lips to his. She let him up for air and he cautioned her to keep their marriage plan to herself so his parents would not freak out any more than they already were. She nodded her agreement then kissed him some more. Jake and Melissa drove to school together, where they greeted all their friends they encountered in the parking lot or on the way to class. Mrs. Greer called Jake up to her desk so she could whisper that Diane Phillips had called her again and praised Jake to the moon. Vickie wanted to know what surprise Jake had for Diane; Jake only said he was working on it. He then asked Vickie to talk up Mr. McClelland to Ms. Phillips and Vickie said she would; slowly, a knowing smile grew on her lips. Jake continued to amaze her as she realized what at first glance seemed an odd pair might actually be perfect for one another. Vicki went on to tell Jake that she was having some mild morning sickness; but hubby Bill was being so sweet and helpful, it was not bad at all. Erika picked him up at his locker before chemistry; as they walked to the classroom she asked him if they could go somewhere to talk instead of eating lunch. Jake agreed, as he pretty much knew from his discussions with Sven and Helga what was coming next. Mr. McClelland still sported his new look so Jake ambled up to his desk to find out how Mr. McClelland's big date had gone. "Jake, it was most disenchanting," Mr. McClelland said. "We have nothing in common, no mutual interests. I'm afraid I made my initial judgment solely on appearances." "That's too bad, Coach," (Mr. McClelland loved being called coach; the guys at MIT would be green with envy at homecoming), said Jake. "Speaking of appearances, what's gotten into Ms. Phillips? She looks like a movie star today. Oh well, see you at practice." Jake went back to his seat smiling, while Carl McClelland cogitated on his comment about Diane Phillips. Now there was a woman with a first class mind, and, he had to admit, a first class body. Hmmm, maybe she would grace him with her company at lunch today. After class, Erika and Jake walked out to the courtyard between the school and gym. They found an empty bench and sat down; Erika took his hand in hers and started talking. "Jake, I know you had a talk with Daddy and he explained things to you. You know what I am going to try to do. You are Erik's friend; as long as you and I are together he's not going to do anything that would endanger that friendship. So I hope you understand that we can't be together any more, at least not until I help pry Erik out of his dilemma." Just like that, their erotic relationship ended; they vowed to remain good friends and Jake said it would have no affect on his relationship with her family. Well, Jake sighed, he guessed he was now getting his chance to be noble. Jake was able to concentrate on his afternoon classes; he was neither mooning over Erika nor was he begrudging Erik his coming good fortune. He knew he and Erika would stay friends and who knows what the future might bring. At study hall, Beth took his hand and told him she was sorry that Erika and he had broken up. Damn, the Internet was slow compared to the speed juicy news traveled in high school. Jake told her he was fine and it had been a mutual decision to split up. Beth said okay -- she was there for him if he wanted to talk. Jake thanked her and squeezed her hand. Beth was a genuinely nice person despite the hand she had been dealt. He decided that he would somehow ensure Beth Owens got into college with a free ride, regardless. Rebecca Doane caught up with him in the stacks as he was browsing through a book on the elective process and the Electoral College. "I missed you at lunch today," she said. Jake explained where he had been and why. Rebecca's face took on a concerned frown. She asked if there was anything she could do to help. Jake told her no, they had both seen it coming so he had been prepared for it. They continued talking for a few minutes. When Rebecca asked him over for supper Wednesday, he said he was on restriction and probably would not be able to make it. She did not ask him why he was restricted; she just asked again if she could do anything to help. He thanked her and said he would work things out; he also told her he would try to call her and her sister Katie tonight. He received more commiseration at football practice; even Erik pulled him aside and asked Jake if he wanted him to put in a good word for him with his sister. Jake said no, he was fine with it -- they had just grown apart. Thank god for Coach McClelland, who came up to Jake and prompted Erik to depart. "Heard about your misfortune, my lad; but buck up, there are more fish in the sea," McClelland said. Words from the master, Jake thought, "Thanks, Coach; did you check out Ms. Phillips?" "Indeed I did. I have been a foolish man for not clearly seeing her internal and external beauty earlier. She, in fact, accelerated my heart rate and caused a diversionary redistribution of my red corpuscles to a most inappropriate region. Anyway, she and her children, whom I have yet to meet but I am sure are delightful daughters, are going to accompany me Friday to scout the Lake Wales football team. I theorize that careful observation of their pre-playoff performance will yield data that one could use to ascertain fatal fallacies in their scheme of maneuver." "Gee that's great, Coach," Jake said as he beat a hasty retreat. Carl had little inkling those 'children' might also be good red corpuscle diverters. Carl McClelland was the kind of guy who, if you asked him what time it was, would tell you how to build a watch. Jake was happy for Carl and Diane; he bet that in two weeks Carl would be as laconic as Elmer Gantry, saving most of his mental and physical energies for romance. Jake was not looking forward to another episode of the same 'Coaches in Love' series he went through with Brian Nelson, but what could you do. After practice, Jake hit the gymnasium door wondering how he was going to get home sans Erika. His question was answered when he saw Melissa leaning against the door of her electric blue 'vette. He walked up to her and she said, "I heard, my poor baby; get in, and let's go home". When he got home, Jake felt as if he should be taking the breakup with Erika visibly harder than it actually was, judging by the sympathy he received. Everyone was solicitous and sweet to him, especially Helen. Jake continued acting normally and, soon enough, so was everyone else. At nine, Jake went up to study. He was scanning the catalogs Ms. Phillips had given him when Melissa also came in to study. They sat and listened to radio as they read. Rod Stewart was singing 'Maggie May' when Melissa got up and locked the door. Jake watched her as she sinuously slithered across the floor until she was standing in front of him. When she started disrobing, she did not make it a strip tease -- she just took off each item of clothes until she was standing simply and openly naked in front of him. She cocked her hip to the side and said, "Take me to bed, cowboy; it is time for you to yodel in the canyon." ------- Jake woke up next morning to the sensation of Melissa's talented mouth working on his engorged shaft. When she saw he was awake, she pulled her mouth from his dick and, before he could protest, impaled herself on him. She was wet enough and his dick was spit coated enough for her to sink down on him until her bald little lips smacked his abdomen at the base of his cock. When she was fully seated, she clamped down on him with her inner muscles until she was as tight as Rebecca Doane. "I was trying to hold out until our wedding night," Jake said. "On our wedding night you are going to get me pregnant with Jake Jr.", she said. "This is practice." "Speaking of pregnancy, shouldn't we be using something?" Jake asked. "No, Baby, it's taken care of; but I do have some things to tell you. But, before I do, you have to promise me that what I tell you never leaves this room. After I say my piece, we will never talk about it again, whether we stay together or not, okay?" "Ok, Mel; fire away," said an intrigued Jake. "When my mother died, I had just turned fourteen. I had been curious about sex for a year and mother's death and dad's preoccupation with his business freed me to find out what it was all about. About three months after my mother died, I let one of Dad's business acquaintances seduce me. And, boy, did I ever like it. He took me home and introduced me to his wife for a three way. I liked that even better. My affair with them lasted for over a year before they moved. They taught me everything and we did everything. After they moved, I found another older guy, and after him another one. I never got a reputation in school because I didn't put out for boys. My lovers were discrete from necessity. All that changed the first time you kissed me in the gym parking lot. "Baby, this is the last dick I ever want in me, unless you tell me and agree otherwise. I'm not going to hold you to the same deal though; you are young and you also deserve a chance to see what it is all about. I promise that you'll always have all the pussy you want right here but you can and should have other women. When we get married I expect things to change; any strange you get then better be with my permission and you had better be ready to share. Now, while you digest all that, sit back and enjoy the ride." It took Melissa about two minutes to make Jake empty his balls in her. She did not let him go totally soft however as rode him to a few orgasms of her own. When Jake came a second time she gracefully but suddenly released his dick like Olga Korbut dismounting the uneven parallel bars. Melissa lay with her head on his chest as they basked in the afterglow. "So, what are you thinking?" she asked. "I'm thinking I love you and I'm a lucky guy. Your past doesn't interest me or bother me. My life started when I woke up on June second; so, for me, so did yours. Now then, tell me more about how much you love me and let's get in the shower or we'll be late for school." Melissa whooped and kissed him. She told him she loved him as they scrambled to the bathroom. ------- The rest of the last week of October flew by. The school was abuzz about the football team and the Sadie Hawkins Dance coming up Friday night. Another school item that caught Jake's attention was the announcement that campaigning for the student council would start next Monday with the elections themselves four days later. Football practice was spent in tortuous conditioning drills and scrimmaging. With the conference title already in hand, the Panthers had one regular season game remaining before the play offs. Jake's social life was as good as ever; he and Erika got along fine so it was not uncomfortable at chemistry or lunch. The news that he and Melissa had become an item quickly made the rounds but, because of their differing schedules, they could see little of each other during the school day. On Wednesday, Mrs. Greer sent him to the guidance office. Diane ushered him in immediately and flipped on the testing light. She gave him a nice kiss then sat him down in front of desk. She sat on the corner of her desk facing him. "So, Jacob, it has been a busy week for you, changing girl friends and playing cupid. It is very interesting that the two smartest students in the school are now seriously dating each other. Stranger still, the two smartest students are a cheerleader and a star football player." Jake asked her what she meant and she told him that Melissa was the top student in the senior class and would likely be class valedictorian. Melissa was taking all college prep courses and was probably destined for a prestigious college next fall. Then Ms. Phillips switched gears and told him he was set to take the SAT's next week. Jake thought that was excellent and told her he did not envision being in high school two more years. Diane said she agreed and was checking some early college options for him; she smiled when he said to make sure the options allowed Melissa to be included. Changing topic, Diane said that Carl McClelland was a sweet person and really interesting. She had wondered at his sudden interest in her and his Pygmalion like change until Carl told her that he thought Jake was somehow subtly nudging him. Before Jake could defend himself, she stood up. "So anyway, Jacob, thank you. Now that we have settled all those issues, we still have forty-five minutes of your appointment left. Any ideas on how to fill them?" He had some advanced placement ideas all right, and they tried a few of them that involved both red corpuscle relocations and bodily fluid exchanges. Wednesday evening, Jake called Vivian; he told her he had indeed broken up with his girlfriend and that he and Melissa were going steady now. She was happy about that and told him that Chip would be home for the weekend -- maybe Jake could bring Melissa over to talk to him. Jake said he'd try and rang off. Jake told Melissa about the conversation and she called Chip at the frat house and talked to him for a while. She asked Chip to come to the Turners' home to talk before he went to Vivian's. Chip agreed and said he would be down Friday night. Jake and Melissa went up to their room at eight. They had some reflecting and talking to do. Jake told Melissa about his counseling session with Ms. Phillips. Melissa said she did not advertise her smarts and kind of hid out in high school, but now that they were together, she was ready to bust out. She was intimately aware of the daily operations of Thornton Development, her dad had made sure of that, and now wanted to become more involved in the family business. They planned and plotted for over an hour. By nine-thirty they had outlined what they wanted to accomplish between now and Jake's eighteenth birthday. It was a bold and ambitious plan, but supremely doable. They went downstairs and asked Charles and Helen if they could all have a sit down tomorrow night with Maria present. The parents agreed and Charles went to call Maria to see if she could make it. Jake noticed his parents were treating him differently now, especially Helen. Her voice was softer when she talked to him and she looked at him much the same way Helga did. All evening she had been almost diffident towards him. When he and Melissa went back upstairs, Melissa mentioned that she had noticed the change also. Jake said he would have a talk with Helen after the meeting tomorrow and find out what was going on. Melissa disappeared into the guestroom- a room that now served mostly as her closet - and came out wearing a thigh length white silk and lace nightgown. It, of course, looked spectacular on her. She climbed under the covers; Jake turned off the lights, shed his clothes, and joined her. They talked quietly in bed for a while, as couples in love tend to do; they made more personal plans and Jake let her in on his long-term goals and ambitions. She did not laugh at his ambition to be president but told him that she was not going to be some Suzy Home-Maker first lady so he had better be ready for that. After they talked, they made love; it was sweet, loving, and so perfect that Melissa started crying. Jake held her and they drifted together into dreamland. The next morning, Thursday to be precise, Jake told Melissa about his relationship with the Doane sisters as they drove to school. He also told her about Cindy Sorenson and Gail Martin; he told her because they were the women who had expectations for the future that included him. Melissa listened and told him that she understood and felt the only one who seemed to want a commitment was Cindy, who seemed preoccupied with girls right now. She reiterated that she did not care if Jake sowed some wild oats and even said, if they found someone mutually interesting, they could share. The rest of the day whizzed by, and before Jake knew it, he was sitting at the nook table with Melissa patiently leading and explaining their scheme to three thunder-struck adults. Maria was furiously taking notes on a legal pad as Melissa said she was tired of the intrigue and was simply going to take over Thornton Development herself. When Chip came home Friday she was positive he would agree with her plan. Jake said it was time to confront Vivian; he, Melissa and Chip were going to do just that this weekend. Melissa told Maria that she wanted some kind of legal document filed to restrain Randal from attempting to interfere in her life or business. Melissa wanted Maria to also find out what it would take to buy out Vivian and Randal's shares for a fair but not generous amount. Finally, Jake asked Maria to draw up the paperwork for a joint venture called TnT Management. The new company would buy land, develop it, and build the buildings for Turner Furniture and Appliance Superstores. Charles would choose the locations, design the stores, and lease the buildings from TnT in ten-year, renewable increments. When they finished talking, you could have heard a pin drop. Charles broke the silence by saying their plan was incredible but would work. He cautioned Randal was not the type of person to be so easily dismissed. He would bear considerable watching in the future. Then there was the matter of Russell's death. Jake told them that, although they were all convinced that Vivian and Randal were involved in Russell's murder, they did not have an iota of proof. Maria said that she went to law school with the county's States Attorney. She would put a bug in his ear to steer the investigation in Randal and Vivian's direction; maybe experts could find the suspected connection. Helen had not said a word the entire time. Jake took her hand and led her out to the pool while Maria, Charles, and Melissa were hammering out further details. Once outside, Jake took her in his arms. "What's the matter, Helen?" he asked. "Yesterday, you and Melissa were teenagers; tonight you are adults. How did that happen? And when did you become a team? Jacob, I am so sorry for the way I have acted and I want to make it up to you. From now on, I am going to stop mothering you to death. And, Jacob, I'm ready for our relationship to be whatever you want it to be." "Thank you, Helen; but you don't need to apologize. You were doing what you did out of concern for me. As for our future relationship, I can be pretty demanding; actually, very demanding -- are you sure you want that?" "Try me," she said. The Helen problem had become the Helen opportunity. ------- Friday night's game was a good tune-up for the Kennedy Panthers; Coach Nelson did not try to run up the score, but he needed to work his offense. He met with the Beach Side High coach before the game and explained his predicament. The other coach understood and could see some benefits for his team as well; the result was a 56 to 7 rout as both sides played to their abilities. After the game Jake's restriction was formally and permanently lifted so he went to the dance with Melissa. Since it was Sadie Hawkins day, a steady stream of girls asked Jake to dance. Melissa watched in amusement as her guy was put through his paces. Jake danced twice with Beth Owens -- for once she was in regular clothes, and she looked very fine. Of course, the evening was not complete until he danced with Vicki Greer, Sara, and Rebecca. Erik and Erika were at the dance; Erik was with Angie and Erika was with a tall senior whose name escaped Jake. Scott and Nan were there; glued to each other for the evening, except for the times Melissa danced with Scott and Jake with Nan. Marisa and Debbie were double dating with Brad Stevens and his younger brother Chad, a sophomore, and the jv team's quarterback. After the dance, everyone headed for Ho Jo's for a late burger; all-in-all it was an exceptionally good night. Chip's car had been in the drive when they arrived home so he had not run straight to Vivian when he hit town; that was a very good sign. Jake and Melissa crawled into bed at one; Jake spooned against Melissa's silk covered back. He had to wonder why she slept naked until they were practically engaged, then started wearing a nightgown. Not that he was complaining, mind you, because his dick pressing into the silk covered crevice of her ass felt most excellent. Jake woke up Saturday morning looking forward to resolving the Vivian issue. Melissa said she had it covered and wanted him along primarily for silent support. She wanted to go as soon as possible that morning so Jake was to call Vivian at nine and see if they could go over in the morning. But it was only seven-thirty now, and Melissa felt so good laying on him, he decided getting up could wait. He must have dozed off again because, when he opened his eye, Melissa was sitting on the bed beside him watching him intently. "Good morning, Baby," she said, "I love watching you sleep; you look so innocent and sweet." He reached for her and she was instantly on top of him. He flipped her over and pinned her to the mattress. "And have I told you how much I love waking up with you in the morning?" he asked. She giggled and reached for his morning hard-on. "Looks like you are not the only one happy to see me this morning." She had just put the head of his diamond dick against her slick slit when the commode flushed. Oh shit, they had forgotten about Chip. Jake just had time to untangle himself when Chip rapped on the door. Melissa rearranged her nightie, made sure Jake was covered, and sang out 'come in'. Chip opened the door and poked his head in. It was obvious he was taken aback seeing his sister in a negligee in bed with a man, especially Jake. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Buffy, but I heard voices so I figured you were awake. I was wondering what was going on today." "We'll meet you in the kitchen in fifteen minutes and I'll fill you in," Melissa said. He nodded and closed the door. As soon as Jake heard the other bathroom door close, he burst into a fit of laughter. 'Buffy', how totally Yankee country club was that? Melissa looked at him strangely, "What are you laughing at?" "Nothing, BUFFY," he said. He was laughing hysterically as she pummeled him with a pillow. It took them twenty minutes to shower and dress. When they made it downstairs Charles was sitting in the nook with Chip while Helen rustled up some chow. Melissa filled Chip in on what was going to happen. He looked at her in even more amazement than the parents and Maria had. "Damn, Sis, you've grown up all of the sudden," Chip said. She gave Chip a look, "I passed you by two years ago, Chip. Now, are you ready to back me on this and kick those two out of our business?" Jake watched the by-play between brother and sister with interest. It took Chip less than thirty seconds to figure out where the brains and leadership were in their organization. Chip nodded his head up and down and Melissa took his hand. Using the same tone, language, and authority she had used with Jake, she told him not to worry about Vivian. Jake called Vivian who said to bring Melissa over for lunch. Melissa asked Helen to help her with her make-up and outfit after breakfast; Helen agreed. Jake and Chip went out on the pool deck to talk man-to-man. "What's up with you and my sister?" Chip asked. "It's best you ask her that question," Jake said. "I will tell you, though, that I would do anything for her; she is an extraordinary woman." "A rich one too, Turner, that must add to her appeal. Besides you are only a kid; what can you do for her?" Jake gazed at Chip steadily, "I understand you want to protect your sister; I'm the same way, as you recall. As far as my age is concerned -- don't draw any hasty conclusions; think about how mature your sister is. You really do need to talk to her about this. Listen, Chip, we have gotten off to a bad start; for your sister's sake, I want to call a truce." Jake held out his hand and, after a few seconds, Chip shook it. "Truce, Turner; but, if you hurt my sister, I'll find a way to whip your ass no matter how tough you are." "Fair enough; now call me 'Jake' and we'll be all set." "Don't get carried away, Turner; now, if you'll excuse me, I have something unpleasant to do." Jake wondered what he was talking about but followed him into the house anyway. Chip walked into the kitchen and cleared his throat. Angie and Debbie were at the table eating breakfast and Charles was standing at the stove drinking coffee and flipping pancakes. "Mr. Turner, Deborah, I want to apologize for all the terrible things I've done to hurt you and your family. I know I can't make everything all right with words but I am truly, truly sorry. I've been a jackass jerk for the last couple of years and everything that has happened to me lately was deserved." Everyone just stared at him in amazement; his contrite sincerity was something they never expected to see from Russell Thornton the second. Chip walked up the back stairway without waiting for any reply. Jake also went up to track down his little 'Buffy'. She was cloistered in the master suite with Helen and told him to go away. He went back to his room and parked his ass at his desk. He was sitting there thinking about the incredible twists and turns his new life was taking when Helen walked in. "Thinking about me, Jacob?" she asked. "Always," he replied. "Do you think Melissa can really pull this off today? I mean, two days ago she gave every appearance of being a typical teenager; now she acts twenty years older. It's eerie having two of you suddenly-mature people in the house." "When you put it that way, it sure is; but hers is not the result of an accident. For some reason she has been hiding the fact that she is brilliant and mature beyond her years," Jake said. He went on to explain to Helen what Ms. Phillips had said about Melissa. He did not divulge any of the personal information Melissa had given him the other evening, but when you added it all together you got exactly what Helen described, a mature adult in an eighteen-year-old body. The more he learned about her, the more Melissa appeared to be his soul mate. Helen went back to help Melissa while Jake dug out some confrontation clothes. Maria arrived at eleven carrying a small briefcase and went up to join Melissa and Helen. At 11:45, Melissa, Chip, and Jake piled into the Falcon; Jake drove, Melissa rode shotgun, and Chip was in the back seat. Melissa had on a navy blue business suit with heels. Her hair was piled on top of her head and her make up was perfect; now she looked as mature and professional as Vivian ever did. The briefcase from Maria was at her feet and she seemed serenely confident. They pulled up to the Thornton house at noon sharp; instead of ringing the bell, Melissa took out a key, unlocked the front door, and walked in. ------- Chapter 27 Melissa strode into the Thornton residence with Jake and Chip trailing behind her like footmen behind the queen. Vivian was in the living room talking on the phone when Melissa and company marched in. Vivian's eyes got as big as saucers when she saw the three of them appear unannounced. "I'll call you back," she said hastily as she hung up the phone. Her recovery was instantaneous and her smile almost genuine when she greeted them. Melissa smiled thinly and returned her greeting. Chip looked at his feet. Just for shits and giggles, Jake pulled her into a tight hug, then pulled her down on the couch next to him. Melissa and Chip sat on the matching couch across the coffee table from Jake and Vivian. "Vivian, I'm going to make this short and sweet, although I'd like to drag it out to watch you squirm," Melissa said as she opened the brief case. "This is Chip's proxy giving me the right to vote his shares; it can't be revoked for one year. I now control Thornton Development. My first order of business is to authorize the repurchase of your share as allowed in the company charter. My lawyer will contact you or your legal representative to work out the details." Vivian jumped up, purple with rage. "You little bitch!" she screamed, "Get your ass out of my house, and take these two pricks with you." Melissa gave Vivian a devastating smile, "Actually, step-mother dearest, it's not your house -- it's mine. Here is a copy of dad's will; note that Thornton Development owns the house until Chip and I turn twenty-one or graduate from college. Then it becomes your house. The will stipulates that it is your residence; however, Thornton Development has decided that, in order for the house to be up to the standards you deserve, we are going to remodel it completely; that should only take a year or so to complete. We'll find you a suitable temporary place until then, of course." Vivian, visibly shaken, sagged down onto the couch. She watched Melissa in helpless fascination, a rodent watching the snake about to strike it. Melissa kept up her relentless attack. "What am I forgetting?" She rummaged in the briefcase a few seconds, "Oh, yeah, how could I forget these." She tossed the packet of photos of Jake and Vivian at the beach onto the coffee table. "You didn't think that I was going to let you steal my boyfriend after you stole my father and my brother did you? You can keep that set, I have plenty of them -- and I have these." She pulled out a reel-to-reel tape and a spool of eight-millimeter movie film. "Now these are very interesting, they were taken at an apartment my investigator followed you to; the quality is quite good because the lights were on. You are very naughty, Vivian. And you, Jacob, aren't you only fifteen?" Jake looked at the home movie reel as if it were a stick of dynamite. How did she get a movie? How did she get a recording? Vivian's face started to crumble but she made one last valiant attempt to salvage the confrontation. She turned to Chip beseechingly. "Chip it's not true; he forced me to do those things so your sister could blackmail me." Chip looked at her stonily. "It's not going to work this time Vivian; I'm on to you. It's a moot point anyway; I've already signed over control of my shares." Vivian looked at Melissa in defeat. "What do you want me to do?" she said. "Cheer up, Vivian; you are getting out of this a lot richer than you were when you left Atlanta and your first husband. I would guess that you'd be worth close to a hundred million dollars, which ought to be enough even for a gold digging slut like you. All you have to do in return is be out of town in seventy-two hours. Here's my lawyer's number; call her, not any of us, when you have a new phone number." Melissa packed the tape and movie, snapped shut the briefcase, and stood up; Jake and Chip stood up also. Melissa looked at Vivian again. "Don't get up; we know the way out. Oh and, by the way, I would not be in touch with Randal if I were you; he's going to be getting some bad news of his own soon. You might be a correspondent in the divorce he is going to be slapped with -- alienation of affection and all that legalese. And you with all that money and his poor wife with nothing but bills and children." Melissa marched majestically out of the house, her two footmen right behind her. They were almost at the car when her breath whooshed out of her and she sagged against Jake. He slipped his hand around her waist, nonchalantly opened the car door, and slid her into the seat. Chip jumped in the back and Jake ran around to the driver's side. They were out of sight of the Thornton home in thirty seconds. Jake pulled over and took Melissa's hand. She smiled wanly and told him she was fine, just out of adrenaline, and to get her home. It was the most impressive display Jake had ever seen; he vowed then and there never to get on Melissa's shit list. She had reduced Vivian to rubble with surgical efficiency. Not a wasted word and Melissa never raised her voice; it was downright diabolical. The alienation of affections was something he would never have thought of and she had to have been bluffing about a home movie. When did Chip have a chance to assign his proxy to Melissa? Probably never, as it would have had to been notarized to be legal. Jake drove to Burger Chef, ran up to the window, and bought her a Coke. By the time they got home, Melissa was tired but no longer shaky. The three musketeers walked into the house; Charles, Helen, and Maria were nervously drinking coffee in the nook. Helen and Maria jumped up and took the still-pale Melissa to the powder room. Jake and Chip sat down with Charles at the table. After a couple of minutes, Maria, Helen, and a much-revived Melissa returned to the nook. The women took their seats with Melissa curling up in Jake's lap. Charles was the one to ask the $64,000 question 'what happened'. Everyone looked at Melissa but she told Jake to fill them in. He gave them the thumbnail version of events expounding only when answering a question. Of course, there were many questions. The adults were as impressed as Jake and Chip at how well Melissa planned her work and worked her plan. After much congratulating and backslapping, Jake took Melissa upstairs for a nap. He stripped her down to her panties and removed his own clothes. She picked up his long sleeved, button down collared, white with maroon stripes, Gant shirt and put it on to sleep in. Then they crawled onto the bed and passed out. Downstairs, Maria was talking on the phone to an irate Randal. Vivian must have called him. Maria told him she had filed for legal separation and detailed what she expected from him monetarily. She cautioned Randal that if the money was not forthcoming, she would take him to the cleaners -- she had plenty of ammunition about his dalliances to get her whatever she wanted. For his part, Randal roared and cursed but knew she had him over a barrel with his butt greased; besides, he was finished with the frigid Cuban bitch anyway. It was time to move on to greener and younger pastures. He was not finished, however, with his bother's snot-nosed kids. He had put a lot of effort into getting his hands on Thornton Development and was not going to give up now. He leaned back in his chair, lit a cigar, and reached for the phone to call his lawyer. Jake woke up at three-thirty that afternoon; Melissa was still sleeping peacefully so he slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. He drained his lizard, brushed his teeth, quietly got dressed, and headed downstairs. Helen was alone in the kitchen, reading a novel at the nook table. He asked where everyone was and was informed that Maria had taken Angie, Chip, and Marisa with her to pick up Tyler at the Airport in Orlando. She added that Charles and Debbie were out looking at snazzy cars to replace the Falcon. Jake said cool, grabbed a Tab, and went out to the pool. The sun was warm as he sat in a reclining deck chair to do some thinking. The Vivian problem seemed to be resolved and Randal was in Connecticut. Jake had a feeling that, even distant, Randal would not roll over so easily. But at least the evil team had been split up; Randal would have a harder time working alone. None-the-less, Charles had been correct; Jake was going to have to talk to Maria about closely monitoring and countering Randal. Jake reflected on the radical changes his personal life had undergone also. Two week ago, he had wall-to-wall and pillow-to-pillow women, all lining up to take a ride on his love muscle. Today all he could think about was the incredible woman upstairs in his bed. He guessed it was time to slow down anyway; he had more than made up for what he missed on his first tour of duty in high school. The key phrase was 'slow down', which did not mean 'quit'; he still had serious feeling for Rebecca and had made a promise to her and her sister that he meant to fulfill. Gail Martin was another woman he was not going to stop seeing because they had some indefinable closeness and connection. He had not heard from Helga, but Erika said her mom and dad were going at it like bunnies. Maybe that one Saturday afternoon was all it took to bring back the magic for them. All that remained to resolve was Helen. Helen had pretty much told him she had capitulated; she was ready for anything he wanted. After panting and sighing after her for six months, he had her in his sights but could not pull the trigger. Part of the reason was Melissa; he did not know if her carte blanche would extend to Helen. Then there was the matter of Charles. He liked and respected the hell out of Charles; he was as good a man as lived. He did not want in any shape, form, or fashion to mess up this family and having his way with Helen had that potential. Jake was almost certain that Debbie had seduced Charles already; they had that look when together. That did not mean that Charles wanted his wife to have the same pleasure, however. He was going to be extremely cautious and check these things thoroughly. Thinking about Charles brought him around to friendships in general. He had made some good friends in this edition of his life. Rafe Robinson, Coach Nelson, Scott Hughes, and the Johanssons, for example, but no really close male friends. Jake wasn't one of those best-friends-for-life type of guys; he much preferred the company of women. He had pretty much always been like that. Given the choice between snuggling nightly up to Melissa's butt or beating off to a Wonder Woman comic book with some other pimply-faced teenage guy made the preference a no-brainer. Besides, the camaraderie he felt with his football teammates was about all the male bonding he needed. His reverie was broken when a freshly showered and sweet smelling Melissa unceremoniously plopped down in his lap, just missing the family jewels. "Easy, Buffy, you almost ruined the equipment we need to make Jake Jr.," he said. She laughed and said, "I wouldn't want that to happen; I have too many plans for you that can't come to fruition if you are a eunuch." "Speaking of plans, how are you going to get more involved in the business if you are in school?" "After this semester I'll be through with all my required courses except for the last half year of English and civics. I can be at the office half a day and even get credit for work-study. Until then I'll skip a few days and spend them there along with all the holidays coming up. Daddy left us a competent staff but I have to sign the checks so I want to know what's going on. It might mean we won't have as much time together though." "I will understand if you have to work; besides, being apart will keep you from getting tired of me so fast," Jake said. She gave him a serious look, "Me getting tired of you is the least of your problems, Baby, the very least of them. You were put here just for me Jake; all this time I thought I needed an older man. Now here I am robbing the cradle and madly in love." It was Jake's turn to laugh, "I know what you mean, I was just sitting here thinking about how I'm willing to give up all those hot women for you and it doesn't bother me a bit." "Baby, I will make sure you never regret anything you do to be with me," she said fervently. "I know that to be a fact. Now what about your living arrangements? With Vivian gone, you will have your house back, are you going to move back home?" "No way, Jose," she said emphatically, "Unless you move in there with me, I'm happy in our little love nest upstairs." That was a relief to Jake; although it would be great to live in the Thornton castle, he liked it here. This family kept him grounded and he loved them all. It would be time to move out soon enough but not now. They talked some more about the future, especially college. They both decided that they would go to school locally until Chip graduated, if he proved capable of running the company they would be able to transfer to a more distant school that would give them the best education they could get. Chip came out of the house about then; Maria had dropped off him, Angie and Marisa so she could talk to Tyler alone. Maria and Tyler were coming back at seven for supper. Melissa asked Chip to sit down and the conversation turned to business. Melissa outlined her ideas and Chip agreed down the line until she mentioned him running the company while they went off to school. Chip said that, unless there was a radical change in how he felt, he was leaving it to her to be the business tycoon. Chip career ambitions lay in the direction of rich playboy. Seeing his industrious little sister churning out money of which he got a third was fine by him. They all laughed when he said that making money was not his thing, spending it was. Chip also said that as soon as Vivian was gone he would stay at the Thornton house. Melissa said she was staying with the Turners; when she floated the idea of renting the house to Maria, Chip quickly agreed. It would be great having family there when he came home. Jake asked Melissa about the movie and tape from the private investigator. She laughed and said there never was a movie and the tape recording was very poor quality, so she faked it. She asked why he was so interested and he told her he did not want any evidence against Vivian to get misplaced. She told him they paid detective Jim Peters three hundred dollars for the night but the bluff that allowed her to pull off was worth more than the actual photos and tape no matter what was on them. Later that night Melissa and Jake went on a real date together: diner, a movie, and a walk on the beach. Melissa said it was the most romantic night of her life. When they got home she took him to bed and thanked him properly and profusely. ------- Melissa dropped Jake at the Doane sisters' house after church on Sunday. She and Chip were headed for a meeting with the Vice President of Thornton Development. Then they were meeting with Maria so Chip could sign his proxy for real. Jake leaned over and kissed Melissa good-bye. He told her he loved her, she said me too, good luck and she roared off. Jake rang the bell; Katie answered it this time. She was dressed for seduction success, slinky little black dress, black stockings and black high heels. He pushed the door closed and kissed her. Jake turned at the sound of heels click-clacking on the hard wood floor. Rebecca was wearing the same outfit as her sister, a beatific smile on her face. The sisters each took a hand and led him to the couch. It was eerily similar to last Sunday with the Phillips twins, only this time more than teasing was going to happen. They sat and chatted for a minute, Jake was eager to get started but the ever-logical Katherine had another agenda. So for ten minutes they discussed paternity and parental rights. Jake said this was for them and he did not want to be named as the father on the birth certificate. If Katie did conceive she was free to tell the child whatever she felt was proper. Jake did suggest that it would cause less embarrassment later if he was called a sperm donor for artificial insemination. It sounded cold but left everyone's dignity intact. With that out of the way he got some serious hugs and kisses and taken into the kitchen for a light lunch. Katie and Rebecca went up to get ready to play 'slip it to the sisters'; they left him with his iced tea and told him to wait ten minutes then come upstairs. It was a long ten minutes, but it certainly was worth the wait. The sisters were lying coquettishly in the center of the impossibly big bed in matching red baby doll outfits. Jake crawled in with them; then he and Rebecca swarmed Katie. It was eye opening to be in bed with two women who obviously loved each other, and inspirational to be in on their lovemaking. The sisters were in a sixty-nine with Katie on top when Jake could take it no longer. He eased up behind Katie; holding his dick, he shuffled forward to skewer her. She looked back over her shoulder at him and said, "Watch where you stick that thing, big boy; big sister's ass is off limits." Well that had not been his plan anyway, but she was the second woman in a row to hold out on him. This was playing hell with his smart women like butt-fucking theory; more research would be needed, but no butt now. He lined his dick up with her little charmingly hairless pussy and eased forward. She grunted as he gained purchase and redoubled her efforts on Rebecca's little clit. Rebecca meanwhile was licking everything thing she could reach, regardless of to whom it belonged. Jake especially liked it when she would gently nibble his scrotum as it swung back and forth. She certainly did not learn that ball work in ballet school. Furthermore, he doubted that trying to worm her tongue into her sister's pussy along side his dick was on the curriculum even at a very liberal college for little librarians. It sure felt good though, so he was not complaining. He felt Moby Jake getting ready to blow so he pushed into Katie as far as he could stroke. She came along for the final furlong of the ride, as did Rebecca; it was a Triple Crown of orgasms. As soon as they finished bucking, spewing, and shaking, Katie unceremoniously unseated Jake and flopped onto her back. Rebecca the attentive attendant slid a pillow under her ass to tilt up her sister's pelvis, kissed her on the cheek, and lay down beside her for some one-on-one. Rebecca beckoned to Jake and spread her legs. Still semi-hard, he positioned himself over her. She took hold of his dick and set it against her little slit. She looked into his eyes and said, "I am taking an experimental fertility drug, my love; so you might get a two-fer tonight, if we are good or twice lucky." That did it. His flagging member sprung to the hardness of a grade eight tungsten carbide steel bolt. His slid into her clasping tightness and gently galloped them to a climax. Jake actually batted five hundred that night; one took, one did not. However, there would be other chances to reseed and impregnate the diminutive Rebecca. ------- Jake tossed his hat into the ring for student council president Monday morning. When he signed up at the school office, Mr. Skinner told him tenth graders did not run for council president. When Jake asked why, Principal Skinner really did not have an answer. He just said that upper classmen would not vote for a sophomore; Jake would be humiliated. Jake thanked him for his concern, then finished signing up. Jake figured why be in the parade if you were not leading it. Jake told Vickie Greer about running for office, she was impressed. She said she would see if she could get some teachers subtly behind him. Jake said that when they heard his platform they might not want to be involved. Vickie asked him what he meant; he said she would have to wait until he spoke at the candidates' forum tomorrow to find out. Geometry class was awash with the news of his candidacy. Beth told him she would get out the Oak Ridge vote. The other candidates were too stuck up for them anyway. Instead of not voting as they usually did, maybe they would back Jake. Jake was counting on the stuck up angle for the other disenfranchised students as well. He made a mental note to see if he could get Wayne and Blaine on board. He had studiously avoided the twins, even gave a little hint that they intimidated him so they could save face, and not want to retaliate after their last meeting. His ploy seemed to be working so far. He asked Beth if she would arrange a meeting. She looked at him like he was crazy but agreed. Beth walked him to his locker and chatted with him for a few minutes before they split up for their next class. The newly dapper Mr. McClelland was so disgustingly jovial it was almost sickening. He must have had a good weekend. Jake was not about to ask him about it though, he did not have the time an explanation would take. Erika, Scott, and Jake walked to the lunchroom like old time and sat at their usual table. Jake was surprised to see a two foot by three foot poster board emblazoned with J-A-K-E hanging on the wall. That was all it had on it, his first name. His buddies razzed him about it and Jake admitted he did not know where it came from. Later that day he saw two more of the signs in the halls and one big one prominently displayed in the library. Today's football practice was game films and getting the offense and defense set. They played their first playoff game at the Stetson University stadium Saturday at three o'clock. Their game would the second of four regional playoff games being played that day. His teammates fucked with him about being a politician but they all said he was their man. Melissa picked him up at five; she asked him how he liked the signs. Seems the 'Cheerleaders for Turner' were behind the Take Jake campaign. That night the Turners made sixty sheets of file folder labels that read 'TAKE JAKE' there were thirty, one by three inch labels to a sheet. There were more than enough for every kid in school. Melissa, Debbie, and Angie were going to pass out the sheets to their friends; the friends would try to get other students to wear them. ------- Tuesday the other candidates got their posters up, some included the candidates' picture, and all of them had a message. Jake's posters were simplicity itself, Melissa had hit upon the idea because he needed name recognition. At one o'clock, students started heading to the auditorium for the candidates' forum. The civics teacher was in charge of the election and the forum. Each student had five minutes to state his case at the forum. The candidates would speak in alphabetical order -- which meant Jake went last. Jake waited outside the auditorium until most of the students were inside. Then he went through the door and walked down the left hand aisle holding hands with Melissa. He took his seat with the candidates on the dais and looked out at the crowd. There were a significant number of students wearing a 'Take Jake' sticker in the audience. There was one other candidate for council president, two for vice president, three for secretary, and only one for treasurer. The speeches ranged from fair to good, everyone was prepared, and you could tell they had rehearsed their presentations. The speakers who were taking, or had taken, the speech course as an English elective had five by eight cards they glanced at while speaking. Everyone else had his or her speeches on ruled notebook paper. Jake had neither. Bobby Adams was the first candidate to speak; he was a senior and the big man on campus. He spoke of his experience as a council representative and current vice president; he was a confident orator. The other candidates had their moment in the sun. One of the vice president hopefuls was funny as hell and was a shoo-in sure winner for the office. Finally, it was Jake's turn. "Good afternoon, I'm Jake Turner and I'm the Jake you are supposed to Take. As you can see, I don't have a prepared speech. I don't need one because my message is simple. If every student in this school wants a president who is concerned about you and the issues important to you, I am your man. Mr. Adams was right about one thing, because I don't have any experience. I am inexperienced at talking down to and ignoring people. I am not experienced at kissing butt or telling you what you want to hear just to get elected. This is a great school with a terrific faculty but, as with everything, there is room for improvement. "On Election Day I'd like each of you to have three issues you feel need addressing; have them written down. A person will be available in each classroom to collect them. That way, regardless of who you vote for they will know your concerns. Of course, I hope you vote for me because I will bring the majority's concerns to the school's administrators and work for you to resolve them. We need a bigger say in something as important as our education. At the very least, we will have a list of issues for the new council to work on -- something more substantial than the color scheme for this year's prom. In conclusion, let me say this, we are the future of this great country; in a few years we will be selecting the people who decide the path our nation takes. Heck, one of us may be the person that sets us on that path. With one vote you can change the fate of the world. Why not get a head start and change a small part of the world Thursday? Why not Take Jake?" As soon as the last words were out of his mouth his football teammates started to chant "Jake -- Jake - Jake". More people picked it up and a sizeable portion of the auditorium was chanting when the civic teacher held up his hands and called for quiet. He thanked the candidates, cautioned the crowd about the need for a thoughtful, not emotional, electorate, and dismissed them. The cheerleaders outside the auditorium passed out a bunch more Jake stickers and Jake was mobbed with well-wishers. Hail to the Chief. Jake went to football practice and busted his ass like everyone else getting ready for Saturday's game. Their opponent was Jacksonville Central High, a very athletic team with an explosive ground game and a quarterback who could put the ball in the air if need be. Central's defense was adequate; offensively, they were a scoring machine. Jake and his fellow defenders would have a tough row to hoe. That evening Jake prepared a few hundred more 'Take Jake' stickers, did his homework, and was ready to hit the sack when Helen asked him if he would go for a walk with her. They walked out into the cool evening air and started a lap around the block. Helen asked Jake if everything was all right with him. He said he was fine and asked her why did she ask him that. She said he had been distant toward her and she missed him. He told her about the soul searching he had done and his reason for caution. She nodded thoughtfully then said she still wanted to be close to him and very much wanted more affection from him. By the time they walked back into the house Jake had apologized and told her he loved her. She was much happier when he kissed her good night. The next morning at school Jake noticed a lot more people were wearing his stickers or ones they had made themselves. Jake pressed the flesh as he made his way to homeroom, he might have a chance of pulling off an upset if he could sustain his momentum. At homeroom, a huge grin split his face when he saw a little sticker affixed to Vickie Greer's sweater that said 'Teachers for Turner'. Vickie caught his look and took a deep breath to push out the sticker and shot him a wink. Was it his imagination or were her breasts growing? Jake was riding high as he went to geometry second period. His euphoria was short lived however when a student brought a note to Mrs. Ferrell the geometry teacher. She called Jake up and told him to report to the office. He walked to the office and reported to the school secretary. She told him to have a seat; Principal Skinner wanted to talk to him. He cooled his heels for fifteen minutes then Skinner buzzed the secretary who motioned Jake towards Skinners' office. Jake was standing in front of Skinner's desk when the principal fixed him with a hard look. "I am removing your name from the student council ballot," Skinner said without preamble, "You are making a mockery of the election, that is something I won't stand for". Jake was dumb founded, "What are you talking about?" Skinner held up a piece of typing paper with Jake stickers on it. The Take Jake slogan had been added to. One said 'I'll take Jake anyway I can get him', another said 'I'll take Jake to bed'. A bunch said 'I take Jake naked'. "I had nothing to do with those," he said. "Maybe not," replied Skinner, "But you are responsible none the less. Also, I consider your demagoguery at the forum yesterday a threat to the good order and discipline of the school. It was also an attack on my authority. Your parents are on the way here now to pick you up; I am suspending you for two days. You can wait outside until your parents arrive." Jake was thunder-struck as Skinner gave him a dismissive wave. He trudged out of the office and sat down to wait for his parents. Helen and Charles arrived about ten minutes later; before Jake could say anything the secretary showed them in to Skinner's office. Smarmy as a used car salesman, Skinner made it seem that Jake left him no other options and that a two-day suspension was lenient apropos the heinous crime. Charles tried to get Skinner to consider some alternative to suspension. Skinner said he could not in fairness do anything less and indicated the meeting was over. Jake and Charles started to get up when Helen held out her hand. "Not so fast, gentlemen," she said. All three men looked at her, her voice had a steely edge to it and her big blue eyes had narrowed into tiny slits; she was livid with rage. Mr. Skinner recoiled slightly from her look. "Are you going to sit there and tell us that you are suspending one of your best students for trying to improve your school?" Helen asked incredulously. Skinner was mildly apologetic but stuck to his guns. Charles and Jake finally got Helen to leave; but at the door, she fired a final shot across his bow. "You have not heard the last of me on this, you sanctimonious twit; of that you can be sure," Helen said venomously. Principal Skinner did not know it but he had just stepped on his dick. There was no talking on the ride home in Helen's convertible. Jake kept his eyes straight ahead as Helen aggressively maneuvered through traffic. As soon as they got home, she pulled out the phone book and called the Superintendent of Schools. He was out of the office so she left a message. Then Helen surprised Jake by calling Maria and asking her to explore legal options. She had calmed down some by now and Jake even got her to laugh when he said he got suspended on purpose so he could be alone with her. She fixed them lunch to eat as they sat and talked about what had happened. Jake repeated his speech to her verbatim. She said it did not sound like something that would incite rebellion. Jake said that he thought Skinner was upset at him because Jake ran for president against his advice and took action when it looked like Jake had a chance of winning. Helen excused herself and went upstairs to change; when she returned she was wearing a bikini. She asked Jake if he wanted to join her in the pool. Jake looked at Helen as she struck a pose and thought a swim was an excellent idea. Helen was not self-conscious about her newly toned body and Jake liked the idea of seeing more of it in the pool. He dashed upstairs and threw on his baggies. He jetted back down to the pool and found Helen laying face down in one of the loungers basking in the sun. The temperature was in the high seventies and the air was warm and dry. It was a perfect day. Jake sat on the lounger beside her and grabbed the Coppertone bottle that was on her towel. He put some oil on his hands, rubbed them together, and began applying the warm oil to her back. "Ummm", she said, "I'll give you all day to cut that out." Jake laughed as he made sure her back was covered, then started working on her legs. As he reached the top of her thighs, he slipped his fingertips under her bottoms and smeared oil on her butt cheeks. Then, still under her suit, he ran his hand toward the juncture of her thighs. She oh'ed again and spread her legs slightly. Jake coated her pussy lips with the oil then abruptly removed his hand. She moaned in frustration then squealed as Jake cannon-balled into the pool, splashing her with his wake. She scrambled into the pool after him and jumped on his back. They horsed around whooping and splashing until Jake worked her into the corner of the pool and unfastened her top. She was not laughing now as he toyed with her nipples. She signed in pleasure as he slipped his hand into her bikini bottom and played with her oily clit. He was about to dispense with her bottoms when he looked at his watch -- almost 2:45. When he told her what time it was, she reluctantly fastened her top and Jake swam away from her. Within three minutes Angie came out of the house, home from school. Angie told Jake that the news of his suspension was all over the school and many people were upset about it. Most planned to boycott the election tomorrow in protest. It was an empty gesture but about as far as they could take a school protest. His schoolmates felt bad for him but not bad enough to risk Skinner's ire. She retrieved her suit and joined them in the pool. Helen was back in the lounger as Angie avidly told him about her weekend with Tyler. She coyly whispered to him that Tyler got a sample of the good stuff and the sex had been wonderful. She told Jake that she was going to figure out a way for him to give Tyler some instruction in cunnilingus and it would be close to perfect. Her revelation was a little more information than he needed; but he told her he was happy for her. Debbie and Melissa were home by three-thirty. Cheerleading practice was shortened because all the girls, not to mention Ms. Doane, were pissed off about Jake. Jake went into the house to be with Melissa when the phone started ringing. It was Erika and Helga checking to see if he was okay. After Erika, Beth called, then Rebecca. The phone rang constantly throughout the afternoon as one person after another checked on him. Helen took the phone off the hook for dinner. As soon as she replaced the handset on the cradle, it rang again. This time it was Superintendent Greer. He and Helen spoke for about five minutes. Bill Greer told her that, from what he heard, Jake's punishment was arbitrary and capricious and he would talk to Principal Skinner tomorrow. What Helen did not know was that an outraged Victoria had buttonholed her husband as soon as he walked in the door. His adorable little wife's word that what happened was wrong was really all Bill needed. After placating Helen, Bill Greer called Skinner at home to tell him curtly he would be visiting Kennedy High School at nine to talk to him about his serious mishandling of the Jake Turner matter. Bill had no sooner hung up the phone than Victoria gracefully knelt in front of his chair and reached for his zipper. "It makes me so hot when you are forceful like that, big daddy," she said in her little girl voice. ------- Elections, sans Jake, were held on schedule the next morning; only a couple hundred students voted out of an enrollment of fifteen hundred. Three times as many gave their homeroom teachers a slip of paper with something they thought needed changing. Bill Greer held a one-way conversation with a chastised Principal Skinner. Jake's suspension was vacated and his record expunged. The superintendent sat in Skinner's office while he called to apologize at length to Helen Turner. When Skinner hung up the phone, Greer told him that his career was going to be in the toilet if anything this stupid happened again. Bill Greer walked down the hallway towards his wife's classroom and knocked on the door. Victoria came out into the hall and he told her what had happened. She threw her arms around him and gave him a steamy kiss that incinerated every rule in the student handbook. "You are going to get so lucky tonight, Superintendent Studly," she whispered in his ear. She walked back into her class to cheers as he strutted cockily down the hallway. Jake was back in class by chemistry. Everyone was startled by his reinstatement. Jake said it had been a misunderstanding and the problem was solved. Actually, Skinner did manage to deny him any chance to be elected class president. His first foray into public office had been a miserable failure. Yet he learned a valuable lesson about going against an established bureaucracy. Sometimes charging head on was not the best way to accomplish a political goal, no matter how strong your backing. It was a lesson Jake took to heart. ------- Chapter 28 Jake pulled on his helmet, snapped his chinstrap, and trotted onto the field with his team. It was exactly three o'clock on Saturday, November 6, 1971. It was the first playoff game of any type ever for John F. Kennedy High. Everyone was nervous -- players, coaches, and fans. Of course, playing in a stadium with ten thousand fans in it did not help either. Jake took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as he watched Erik try to tee up the football. Even from four players away, Jake could see his hands shake. Finally, Erik got the ball leaned on the tee to his liking, stepped back seven yards, and raised his right hand. The referee saw the signal that Erik was ready and blew his whistle. Erik dropped his hand and moved to kick the ball. As soon as his foot struck the ball, Jake and nine other players ran down the field carefully staying in their lanes. Jake was the last player in the kick-off formation on the left. His job was to keep the receiving team from taking the ball up the sideline. Erik's job was to play safety, the tackler of last resort. One of the deep men took the kickoff at the fifteen yard line and cut to his left away from Jake. Jake doggedly resisted the urge to move toward the ball and continued down field. He saw the reverse developing just as he saw a blocker come hurtling toward him. Jake stopped sharply and jumped sideways as the blocker grazed his shoulder and tumbled out of bounds. He and the ball carrier were ten yards apart in the open field. Jake focused on his adversary's belt buckle to avoid his fakes. The running back was good as he juked one way, then the other. He was in the middle of trying a spin move when Jake hit him like the anvil the Roadrunner drops on the hapless Wiley Coyote. The runner's helmet went one way and the ball the other. Both rolled out of bounds five yards behind the collision. Jake helped the receiver up and was surprised at how small the dude was. He could not have weighed more than a buck-fifty. The little guy said 'nice hit' as he hustled back to get his helmet. That is how Jake spent his afternoon, trying to tackle one of the little ferrets they had for halfbacks or wrestling down the behemoth playing fullback. Luckily, he got his chance to do both in the Jacksonville backfield quite often. Jake knew that the Jacksonville quarterback was tired of him when the guy rifled a hard pass right at his crotch as he blitzed. The ball hit Jake between the edge of his cup and his thigh -- it stung like hell. Jake just smiled at the quarterback then flipped the ball to the ref who walked the ball back fifteen yards for unsportsman-like conduct. Jake glanced at the sidelines just in time to see a couple of cheerleaders restraining Melissa from charging the field. Jake faked a limp as he went back to his defensive huddle. On the next play, Jake blitzed from five yards off the line of scrimmage meeting Mister Ill-natured just as he was faking a hand-off on a play-action. He wrapped up the quarterback, driving him into the dirt with a shoulder in his solar-plexus. The breath whooshed out of the signal caller leaving him gasping on the ground. The coach and trainer came out to tend to him while Jake and his troops got a drink of water. Jake's defense was playing over their heads; yet, despite their Herculean effort, Jacksonville scored twice. If you did not stop those speedy little halfbacks within the first ten yards, they were history and in the house. The Kennedy players were happy to get out of the first half ahead 20-14. Melissa ran up to Jake as he walked off the field to see if he was hurt. It was a flesh wound that stung he told her; otherwise he was fine. She muttered some deprecating remarks about the Jacksonville quarterback's linage then went back to exhorting the Kennedy fans. Jake took some good natured ribbing about losing the family jewels as he iced his groin during halftime. Coach told them to keep grinding away; they were wearing the smaller players down. He told them if they could keep making the running backs pay every time they touched the ball, the fourth quarter would be theirs. Coach Nelson had made the right call; the two teams traded touchdowns and two point conversions in the third quarter -- but you could see Jacksonville running out of gas. In addition, the Jacksonville quarterback was getting preoccupied with Jake's whereabouts. He earned his team two delay of game penalties for trying to late-audible when Jake faked a blitz. After Jake sacked him for the third time, the quarterback called a time out; he ran to the sidelines where he and his coach had a heated exchange about better protection. For his troubles, Jake nailed him again on the very next play. Jacksonville had outscored their previous opponents by such wide margins that their starters were not used to playing a full sixty minutes. They did not have Coach Nelson's conditioning program so they wilted rapidly after forty minutes. The last twenty minutes was all Kennedy; 42-22 was the final score. A jubilant convoy with honking horns escorted the Panthers on the forty-minute ride from Deland back to Palmdale. Melissa and Jake rode on the same bus back to the gym, snuggled up in the last seat before the rear wheels. Melissa was still concerned about his injury, especially when he flinched if she touched his thigh. Jake tried to reassure her that he was fine, and that his equipment was fine. She said she would feel better about it when she saw it for herself. Back at the familiar Kennedy parking lot, Jake and Melissa piled in her car and headed home; the Turner family should all be back by now, preparing for a party the folks were throwing for the team. The party was Charles' idea; he had invited the coaches and some other adults to help him ride herd on the football players and cheerleaders. They expected about twenty-five couples. The Turner homestead was awash in activity. Helen and Maria were going over a list of things that needed to be done while Charles was making sure the pool was clean. Angie and Marisa were out getting sodas and crushed ice. Melissa dragged a protesting Jake to his room to check out his injury. Once in their room Jake dropped his jeans and jockeys and showed her his leg. It was a nasty looking bruise, but nothing like the one that had been put on the back of his thigh courtesy of Charles Owens. Melissa satisfied herself that his equipment was still functional by wolfing down his elongating dick. She was exceeding proud of her fellatrix skills, as well she should have been. She elevated a simple blowjob into an art form. Jake fell back into his desk chair as she slavered over his poker. Applying suction that would have removed the varnish from a broom handle, she coaxed his full load down her gullet. He sat at his desk naked from the waist down, almost boneless except for his boner, enjoying the overall relaxation a good hummer gives you. Finished with her art and quite pleased, she smiled, stripped, and wiggled her way to the shower. The sated Jake watched intently, but with only one eye open. Jake hung out with Melissa while she made herself beautiful. Primping complete, they headed downstairs to help. The parental units had gone all out for this soirée. A caterer had set up two tents on the other side of the pool and strung party lights all around. Jake and Melissa started filling tubs with ice and soda while everyone else was cleaning up and getting dressed. At seven, the guests started arriving; by eight the party was in full swing. Jake liked the mix of people at the party as he assumed the role of welcoming committee. The first to arrive was Carl McClelland -- Diane and her twins accompanied him. Diane had to come to Jake's rescue when her little lolitas took turns trying to see which could get their tongue further down his throat. The Johanssons arrived as a group; Helga and Erika looked stunning in matching outfits. Coach Nelson and Sara showed up acting all lovey-dovey. Bill and Victoria Greer were the surprise of the evening as they casually strolled in arm-in-arm. The teenagers took over the tent set up for dining and the adults pretty much stayed on the other side of the pool. Jake and Melissa gravitated between both groups, enjoying the company equally. Melissa, like Jake, could relate to both groups. Helen and Charles spent a lot of time with the Greers. Helen was applying her charm full force on Bill Greer and she captivated him. Helga and Maria hit it off and were soon chatting like old friends. Brian Nelson and Sven were reliving their glory days as college jocks while Sara hung out with the teens. The caterers opened the buffet; the teens waited patiently as the adults went through the line before they devastated and demolished the artfully arranged spread. If it did not move, it got eaten. Scott Hughes had a plate piled so high it needed sideboards; his girl Nan also put a sizeable dent in a mega-meal. You had to wonder what they had been doing to work up an appetite like that. The caterers broke down the serving line, loaded their truck, and departed. Debbie and Melissa dragged Jake upstairs to bring down Debbie's stereo. The girls picked out some music and a dance party broke out. Surprisingly, the adults gravitated over and joined the fun. The teenagers were a little intimidated by all the school brass until Helen broke the ice. She pulled Bill Greer onto the dance floor and started teaching him how to do the monkey. Everyone decided that, if the superintendent of schools was okay with making an ass of himself, it was party time. Jake and Melissa spent a lot of time with Faith and Hope. Melissa thought their crush on Jake was cute. She smiled fondly at Jake as he adroitly dodged their coordinated advances. The volunteer DJ's slowed down the pace at about eleven and Jake unplugged most of the lights. What the hell, if any folks were uncomfortable with what went on next, they could ask it to stop or they could leave. No one did either. The romantic music and atmosphere produced the expected results. For starters, Sara Douglas had Coach Nelson in a lip-lock on the dance floor and was riding his thigh. They were oblivious to everyone around them. The twins were mesmerized as Carl and their mom played kissy-face also. Helen was snuggled up to Sven and Helga looked comfortable in Charles' arms. Victoria sat out the dances because she was feeling a little off but Maria kept Bill Greer's dance card filled. Jake left the twins with Melissa and went to check on Vickie. "Bill sure doesn't mind your mom's friend rubbing her big breasts against him," Vicki said. "What guy would? Actually, she's Melissa's aunt -- she just moved here." "Where is Melissa's uncle?" "She is in the process of getting a divorce; he's up north." "Is that so? What kind of plans do you have for her, Mr. Fix it?" "None yet, but I'm working on it." Jake got Vickie a soda and went back to his sweetie and their precocious little guests. Melissa smiled at him conspiratorially as she asked the twins to relate to Jake what they just told her. "We have decided that you two will be our first lovers," Hope said matter-of-factly. "What!?" Jake sputtered. Faith looked at Melissa in exasperation, "I thought he was smart." "Not all the time," replied Melissa. Maria saved Jake from further apoplexy by grabbing his hand for a dance. She did not mold herself against him but made sure he knew she was there. She told him that Helen had graciously rescinded the 'No Maria' edict; so she wanted and expected to get together with him very soon. Then she floored him by saying that she was receiving a vibe from Helga that made her wish the big blonde could join them. Flummoxed again, Jake just nodded and twirled her around the floor. Jake was realizing that no amount of experience was ever going to keep women from amazing and befuddling him. After his dance with Maria, Diane and Carl came over to police up the twins. Faith and Hope insisted Jake walk them to the car while the grown ups said bye to everyone. They took Jake's hand and walked with him around the edge of the house. When they had rounded the corner of the house out of sight of the party, the twins spun on him, pushing him against the wall. "We are serious, Jake'," said Faith, "We want both you and Melissa -- and we get what we want." Before he could say anything, Hope was on him, her lips hot and demanding. Faith took his hand and put it on Hope's breast. Then they switched places and Hope moved his hand down to Faith's ass. They sure did not feel like innocent little girls, but Jake had his doubts about taking anyone that young, no matter how nice and nubile the bodies were or how advanced their libidos became. He broke the kisses and moved them along to the parking lot. When Carl and Diane emerged through the front door, Jake and the twins were waiting by the car. Diane gave him a kiss on the cheek and said he was in trouble because her daughters were after him. "They usually get what they want," she added as she stepped into Carl's Grande Prix. ------- On November the ninth, Jake sat in a classroom with thirty-five other widely-spaced students to take the important Scholastic Aptitude Test. He and Melissa had prepared for the test based on what good advice Jake remembered from practical experience and academic articles. Both teens did not change their regular routines, got a good night's sleep in each other's arms, and enjoyed a good but light breakfast. Jake outlined to Melissa some useful guidelines: never change an answer, pass and return later to anything which seemed difficult or complicated on first reading, keep the answer sheet super-free of extra marks because the scoring is electronic. In addition, Jake had learned over the years that the multiple answers often gave clues because the test developers always used 'close' or 'often-wrong' answers to tempt the unwary; reflecting on how one might get the wrong answers could lead to success. Jake explained to Melissa about guessing; to correct for guessing, a fraction of wrong answers would be subtracted from the score. But, if you knew the correct answer was one of two (or even three) choices, guessing was the right thing to do. Finally, Jake knew the test answers were aggressively randomized so there would be the same number of first, second, and so on answers on the final tally; as the last step in taking the test, Jake and Melissa would find which was the lowest count answer and blindly apply that answer to all the questions they could not handle otherwise. The test itself seemed much easier than it did the first time he took it. Practice and the thirty something years he had experienced gave him a huge advantage, especially in the verbal component. The math was not much of a challenge either. His pencil seemed to fly across the answer sheet. He was confident that he did well when he left the classroom three hour later. Melissa felt the same way. The SAT's were the only disturbance to a routine week. He had to admit that it was getting a little boring being in high school. The novelty was wearing off; like Melissa, he was ready to blow this Popsicle stand. Football was a different story. He loved the competitiveness of the game and the physical exertion it required. With their prize in sight, the Panthers' practices were intense. Coach cut their sessions short by a half hour to keep them from over-peaking. ------- Jake woke up with a start Wednesday morning; something was nagging at the back of his brain. As he lay wrapped around Melissa, he tried to think what was so important about today. Nothing at school, no, it was not football - then it hit him, it was not the day of the week or even this life at all, for that matter. It was the date itself; he buried his father on this date: November 10, 1971. He knew exactly where his other self would be this morning at eleven: the veteran's section of Palmdale Memorial Cemetery. He woke Melissa up by kissing her neck; she pulled his arms around him and asked for five more minutes sleep. As he lay there all warm and cozy, he decided he would be at his father's funeral twice that day. Same mind, different bodies. Actually, not the same mind, since Jake's was expanding so much faster. While washing Melissa's back, he asked her if she wanted to go to a funeral with him today; she said she could not. She had an important test in English she had to take. She told him that she wished he had said something sooner and she would have tried to make some arrangements. She wanted to know whose funeral it was and Jake fudged a true but misleading story about it being an old guy he met once. He told her he woke up thinking he should go pay his respects. She took it as another sweet thing he did, caring about other people. As they shared their morning ritual, Melissa felt like she would explode if someone tried to squeeze a milligram more love into her heart. Meanwhile Jake was surreptitiously watching her as she applied the curling iron to her silky dark hair. He loved watching her doing girly things; it was sexy as hell. They had the same idea at the same time. He walked into the bathroom and pulled the towel from around her waist. She bent forward and grabbed the countertop, hiking her flawless ass up in the air. Jake dropped to his knees behind her and licked her slit from the rear. Then for good measure he pressed his tongue into her little brown eye. She gasped as his tongue penetrated her anus; she loved having her ass played with but had not yet told Jake for fear of him thinking she was too kinky. Jake noted her positive reaction to his tongue and filed it for future reference. Right now, though, he had a different agenda. He stood up behind her and bent his knees to line up his dick with her pouty pussy lips. As he slowly impaled her sheath, she started verbalizing some of the love she felt for him. He pushed his sword into her to the hilt and held it as he reached around and gently caressed her swaying breasts. He nuzzled her neck as he started a slow gentle stoking of her talented little pussy. "Oh Baby, you make me feel better than I could ever have imagined," she said, "I love having you in me." Jake maintained his pace and kissed her between her shoulder blades. She shivered and told him she was about to cum, he pulled back and picked up the pace. He released her tits and grabbed her hips. Then, on a whim, he slapped her sharply on her left butt check. As if he had jabbed her with a cattle prod, she screeched and came violently. Well, what do we have here, Jake asked himself. Buffy likes a little hanky-spanky. When she finished her orgasm, she pushed him off her and spun around. She looked up at him with those soulful almond shaped eyes and said, "Now you know all my darkest secrets Baby, when you put that hand print on my ass it was like branding me. I hope it doesn't disgust you, but I want your hand prints on my ass a lot." He told her it did not disgust him; in fact, he loved her sweet ass. She gave him a joyous smile and reassumed her position on the vanity. By the time he pumped his load into her, her ass was as pink and warm as the middle of a perfectly cooked steak. She had cum so much she could barely stand up. "That was wonderful, Baby. Thank you," she said dreamily. "The pleasure was all mine," he said, "Spank you very much." ------- Jake put on some shorts and headed downstairs; he and Melissa had had to shower off again and she was rushing to get ready for school. Helen was in the kitchen so he asked her about taking him to the funeral. She likewise bought the story he had concocted for Melissa and said she would. At ten, Jake put on his suit and Helen donned a black dress. They arrived at the cemetery right behind the funeral procession. They stood in the back for the short graveside service and military honors. They were fifty feet from where they had earlier stood at Russell Thornton's funeral. He was suddenly glad that Melissa had something else to do. This would have been too hard on her. After the service, Jake steered Helen around the crowd until they were face to face with Jay Reynolds. It was some eerie shit standing here looking at himself. "I'm sorry for your loss, Sergeant Reynolds," Jake said. "Thank you. Do I know you?" Reynolds said, eyeing them speculatively. "No, I met your father once, he was quite a guy. My name is Jake Turner; this is my mother Helen, she never had the pleasure of meeting your dad." Reynolds shook Jake's hand then Helen's. Helen felt a little electric jolt when he took her hand. He seemed so familiar but she was sure she had never met him. He was a nice enough looking young man: brown hair, about five-ten, and very fit. He was wearing a khaki uniform and a green beret. Rows of colorful ribbons festooned both sides of his shirt. His left arm was in some sort of weird cast with his finger suspended from little leather loops that hung from a steel arch jutting over his wrist. But his eyes commanded her attention; they were brown but the color mattered little, she saw intelligence in them and good humor. And his smile was infectious. Jay was explaining to Helen about being home on a short pass from the Army hospital in Savannah. He said he had to report back tomorrow for another surgery on his hand. An AK-47 round had gone through his hand as he was talking on the radio. The bullet had also exploded the hand set and imbedded a lot of plastic in his hand and arm. Jake was amused to watch his former self chat up Helen and impressed that he was having some luck. Helen was doing a little semi-serious flirting, her hand on Jay's arm as they talked. Jake was speechless when Helen agreed to have coffee with him next time he was in town. She actually gave him their phone number. She took Jay's arm and he walked her to the car. She told him again how sorry she was for his loss and kissed him on the cheek. He opened the car door for her and she flashed him a little thigh. The entire time he completely ignored Jake until they were leaving. He shook Jake's hand again, told him thanks, and walked off. Incredible. Ab-so-lute-ly freaking incredible. When he recovered enough composure to speak he said, "So, I take it you like a man in uniform." "I like the man in that uniform; he is dangerous and sexy." He never associated those two adjectives with himself. But he had to admit he wore a uniform well. "It was obvious to the casual observer that he liked you; if you ever need a trained killer I think I know where you can find one," Jake said. "There is just something about him that's so familiar; yet I'm positive I have never seen him before today." They drove home in silence, each wrapped in a shroud of thoughts. Jake finally realized that he was taking a time loop, first as Jay, then as Jake; so it may not be a parallel universe thing at all. The loop would give energy and advantage so Jake redux could accomplish something neither soldier Jay nor glue-sniffing Jake could do alone. It was extremely sobering to contemplate such responsibility. The next day was Veterans Day; Jake went with Charles to the veterans' section of the cemetery and put flowers on the little brass markers of the interred soldiers. Charles was a veteran of WWII, an Ensign stationed on a destroyer in the Pacific. Jake was depressed that night for the first time since he started his new life. War was senselessly tragic. Ranks upon rows of brass markers and white crosses covered the final resting places of the men who might have cured cancer or done any number of amazing things. Yet, instead of learning from the sacrifices of those lost souls, almost every decade the world harvested a new generation of dead soldiers. Melissa sensed his mood and held him to her breast, murmuring softly to him until he fell asleep. Jake was more his old self Friday morning. He had decided that he had done enough whining about how long the march was, now it was time to lace up his boots, put on his ruck-sack, and move out smartly. Someone had to try to change this shit; it might as well be him. Jake kissed Melissa awake and thanked her for taking care of him. She told him she had never felt closer to a human being than when she held him. They fiddle-farted around getting ready for school. Between grab-assing in the shower and Melissa's inexplicable inability to find the right outfit, they barely beat the tardy bell by seconds. Vickie Greer said she was sorry he had to miss class to attend a funeral and asked who died. Jake said an old family friend and let the subject drop. He received condolences at every class. All the attention made him feel guilty for skipping school. ------- Saturday's second-round playoff game was against a Cinderella team from the panhandle part of Florida. They had won their conference with a mediocre record, then upset their first round opponent by one point in a mistake-prone game. The clock struck midnight and it was pumpkins for Cinderella when they stepped on the field with Kennedy. Coach Nelson pulled his starters after his team scored its thirty-fifth unanswered point late in the third quarter. Jake sat out the fourth quarter. The final score was forty-two to zip. The toughest part of the game was the trip to and from Ocala, the games venue. The next game for the Kennedy Panthers would be the state championship game at the Tangerine Bowl in Orlando on Thanksgiving Day. They would not know who their opponent would be until Lake Wales played later in the day. Saturday evening Jake got together with Gail Martin. Melissa was all for it when Gail had called and invited him over for supper. Melissa told him that Debbie had organized a skating party and she would tag along with them. She teased him that Laurie would be there so she figured she would get some attention at the same time. Gail came to pick him up at seven. She said supper was waiting at her house. When Gail unlocked the door and let them in, the house was strangely quiet. Jake asked where everyone was; she said her parents and brother were in Tampa at a car show and would not be back until tomorrow. Gail excused herself and went into the kitchen. After a couple of minutes, she went upstairs. When she came back down she was wearing a black silk robe that covered her from head to toe. She brought Jake into the kitchen to sit him down at the table. Two candles lighted the table; plates of lasagna were already waiting. She decanted glasses of red wine for them and stepped back from the table. Finally, she undid the sash of the robe and gave a little shrug. She was wearing a black teddy with red bows in strategic locations. "Your dessert," she said simply. Gail had planned the evening to the minutest detail. After a fantastic meal and a couple of glasses of wine she took Jake's hand and led him upstairs to her room. She undressed him in the soft glow of scented candles she had placed around the room. Then Jake had the pleasure of slipping off the panties of her baby dolls to uncover a neatly trimmed and shaved little muff. Like a good girl scout, she was prepared. Jake kept her semi-naked in the top of the outfit; he liked the way she looked in it. Gail was a much more confident lover this second time. Jake rained soft kisses on her as he touched her between the legs; she was already moist but not nearly wet enough to permit entry. Jake knew the leisurely pace she preferred, so he slowly brought her along. When his path of butterfly kisses arrived at her pussy, he admired her handiwork with the razor. She had shaved all the right places and even dabbed a little perfume on her thighs. Jake started licking her slit from bottom to clit in long slow stokes of his tongue. Gail rested her hands on the back of his head and spread her legs wider. Jake had her near her peak when he stopped his oral attention. He started to get up to get a rubber out of his slacks when she grabbed his hand. "Diaphragm" she said. Good deal, he thought as he crawled back between her splayed thighs. He slid into her slowly; she pulled his face down for a kiss. She licked her piquant juices from his face, while her hips picked up his rhythm. Jake moved her right hand to his mouth, wet her fingers, then placed the slick fingers on her clit. She rubbed her nubbin in the same slow rhythm as his strokes. As she was starting to reach for her climax, he stopped again and pulled out of her. He kept them both on the edge as he inexorably brought them both to a colossal simultaneous orgasm. Gail's orgasm was especially spectacular; she shook and moaned for nearly a minute. When Jake took her in his arms she jerked a few times from after-shocks. It had been a long slow climb and a breathtaking descent. When she could talk, Gail told him she had just experienced the most intense climax of her life. They lay there talking as she desensitized; her head was on his shoulder as she absently played with his nipples. Jake told her about the changes in his life, specifically his growing love for Melissa. Gail was happy that Melissa was going to allow Jake to keep seeing her. The arrangement was perfect for her; she had a virile young lover to take care of her needs without the complications of a relationship driving toward matrimony. Gail told Jake that she had re-enrolled at Stetson and would start classes in January. The counselor at the college had worked out a schedule that allowed her to work thirty hours a week. She would be taking four courses during the spring semester, then two night courses this summer. They resumed their love making when they finished talking. Jake ate her until she came, her pussy gushing love liquid all over her bed. While he was eating her, he introduced his finger to her ass. Gail said it felt strange but pleasant. She said he could play with her butt more next time they were together to see how she would like it. Jake's opinion of her intelligence increased. She drove Jake home at eleven-thirty. Melissa was awake waiting for him. She made him give her a blow by blow description of the evening then had him demonstrate everything on her ripe and ready little body. When Jake wormed his finger into her ass she went from high gear into over-drive. She thrashed about so hard she bruised Jake's lips with her pubis. She asked him when was he going to take her ass; she really wanted him there. He told her they would when the time was right; he wanted the first time doing it that way to be special. He did take her doggie style though and thumb-fucked her ass untilthey both came. That night they slept naked, wrapped in each other's arms. They slept so close together that they would have been comfortable on an army cot. The next day, after church, Melissa went to the Thornton corporate offices. She had some key staff people coming in to update her on current projects. She was not choosing what or when they made real estate or development deals; she was paying a lot of money to the experts for that. However, she wanted to know exactly what they had on their plate at all times. Thornton Development had a large cash reserve; they needed cash in order to take advantage of sudden opportunities in the market. They also had some cash cow holdings that produced a steady stream of income. They owned two large condominiums on the beach, a number of hotels and motels in Orlando, and, surprisingly, twelve McDonald franchises. Jake lazed around the house, enjoying a day off. Charles updated him on the Orlando store project. The team at Thornton Development had not wasted any time; they had already started closing on the parcel Charles had selected. The architect promised that signed and sealed blueprints would be ready next week to submit with the application for a building permit. Jake broached the subject of computerization to Charles who agreed to talk to Scott Hughes' dad, the NASA computer guru, about what he would need. As they sat drinking coffee Charles hesitatingly changed the conversation to one of a much more intimate and personal nature. "Son, we need to talk about a few things; if you get uncomfortable with the conversation, stop me -- please." "Ok, Dad, lay it on me." Charles smiled at his choice of words then launched into his speech, "Son, I grew up in a family that wasn't very affectionate. I have always been straight-laced and very conservative about sex. At least I was -- until about four months ago. For some reason your mother grew more amorous about then. Anyway, last month your sister Deborah started making passes at me. I'll admit it was flattering and arousing. I felt guilty about it and brought her conduct to your mother's attention. I expected her to nip it in the bud by talking to Debbie; instead, she said I should be supportive and not turn her down. She went on to tell me about her relationship with her father, confirming what I already somewhat suspected. After some soul-searching, I agreed with her. Debbie and I made love. It was beautiful, bordering on transcendental. Your sister is an extraordinary young woman. She also seems to have a large and active libido. I must admit that she is the most easily aroused woman I have ever experienced." Charles stopped his soliloquy and took a drink of coffee. Jake, unsure where this was leading, waited patiently for him to continue. "That brings us back to your mother and me. Both of us were pleased by the results of including Debbie in our love life. We have been discussing opening up our relationship. We both are rather inexperienced having had only a couple partners each. We almost ended up with Randal and Maria but, luckily, your mom's intuition held us back from making a mistake -- at least as far as Randal is concerned. Surprisingly, Sven and Helga gave us every indication that they might be interested in us as a couple. Maria has made it known that she is available without Randal. Jake, all this involves you. You are the key to unlocking your mother. She wants you for a lover. She told me she made the offer and that you were interested but didn't want to hurt me. When she told me that you wouldn't sleep with the most beautiful and loving woman in Palmdale out of love and respect for me I nearly burst with pride. Jake, I think your mother needs you on a level I can't fulfill. Our relationship is a bond that is probably unbreakable but she has the a strong bond with you she needs to make stronger." Charles leaned back and his chair, waiting for Jake to respond. "So what do you want me to do, Dad?" he asked. "That's up to you, Jake; you decide -- whatever you choose to do, it will be with my blessing." ------- Chapter 29 Jake's conversation with Charles occupied almost his entire mind as he went up the stairs to see Debbie. She called him in when he knocked on her door. She was folding some clothes she had just washed and dried so Jake flopped down on her bed to watch. "What's up, Sis? We haven't talked in forever." "I know, Jake; we live twenty feet from each other and we never seem to cross paths." "How's your love life; getting any?" he asked. "Getting a lot, as a matter of fact. I finally got it on with Dad; it is unbelievable how he makes me cum. Cindy, Laurie, and Marisa are a lot of fun, too. Especially Cindy, she loves everything I do to her or make her do. She says she loves you but can't resist me. I like to show her off in public; she acts reluctant but she loves it when I take her panties when she is in a mini-skirt. She told me she isn't worried about you and Melissa, she said when she was ready she was coming to get you." "Wow, Debs, you have a full plate." "I took your advice and stopped trolling. I also decided to do like you do; I try to keep my business close to home. Opportunities just keep falling into my lap. I think I'm going after Maria next. I've already started priming her. She looks like a deer in the headlights when I push her against the wall and take liberties but she never voices an objection. I'm working on Mom too, although I'm being subtler. I think she will turn out be as pliable as Maria seems to be. It's funny how I can spot females that are somehow submissive." "Mom and Maria submissive? You have to be shitting me. They are two of the strongest women I know," he protested. "Try it for yourself, baby brother; push them a little. I know you have the hots for those two; do something about it. I'd be willing to bet that you could have two Saras to play with if you did." The mention of the number two brought the Phillips twins to mind. Jake asked Debbie if she had tried anything with them. "Yes and no," she replied. She had tried to sound them out about sex when they were here that first day with their mom. The 'do you have boyfriends' type of questions. She said they had told her no, junior high boys were too immature. Then, at the party last Saturday, they had sought her out full of questions about you and Melissa. It was obvious from our conversation that they were not my type, she told Jake. They were too much like her! She said, "You and Melissa, especially Melissa, had better watch out," she said. Debbie went on to say that Hope and Faith hinted they were going to double team first Melissa, then Jake. Great, thought Jake, as if he needed the added pressure of two more females buzzing around the flower of his manhood. Jake stood up and gave his sister a kiss. At least, it started out sisterly, and then got a lot hotter. She fell onto the bed, pulling him with her. It felt good to be tupping with Debbie again even if she was rough and demanding. An hour later, he was downstairs and freshly showered. He had managed to bring Debbie to heel and she was upstairs napping - still bathed in perspiration and mottled with monkey bites and hickeys. Helen was at the sink washing salad vegetables for supper. He walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. She leaned her head back against him so he kissed her neck softly. "Those are sweet kisses, Jacob," she said. He nibbled on her earlobe and said, "I've got a million more of them for you, Helen. Where is everyone?" "Deborah is upstairs and Charles took Angela to see if she likes the car he and Deborah were looking at. Maria and Marisa are coming over for supper tonight." Jake slipped his hands up to her breasts and fondled them roundly and slowly through her fuzzy blue sweater as Helen softly moaned. "Will you make time for me?" he murmured softly. "Mmmm," she replied as the lettuce slipped from her hands and her mound pressed against the counter. Jake had one exploring hand under her sweater and one under her skirt when they heard the front door open. He disentangled his hands and quickly took a seat at the nook. Helen resumed preparing the salad for supper. Charles and Angie came into the kitchen; Angie sat down with Jake, excitedly telling about the car they had been looking at. Charles gave Helen a kiss on the cheek and goosed her butt. She giggled gaily then set Charles to work helping with supper. It was a happy little domestic scene. ------- Jake nodded his way through school the next week. Report cards came out Tuesday; he was the number one student in the sophomore class. Diane Phillips made him an appointment at Daytona Beach Junior College to take some College Level Examination Program (CLEP) tests. The tests covered first year college subjects and were designed to give you college credit for life experience. If he could pass all five CLEP tests, he would have thirty college credits. Credits from a Florida junior college were automatically accepted at any Florida state supported four-year college or university. Stetson was not state supported but would accept CLEP scores in the eighty percentile and up range. Scores were returned in a percentile form. Your percentile was based on how may correct answers you had compared to how ten thousand college students who passed the course scored. Most schools accepted sixty-six percentile. Jake thought it was arbitrary and pretentious for Stetson to require you score higher than eighty percent of people who had passed the course, but he could live with it. The testing would happen the first week of December with results back around the second week of January. With any luck, his high school days were numbered. Football practices were one hour long. Thirty minutes of conditioning and thirty minutes of simulated games with Lake Wales. While Coach Nelson refined his game plan, Coach McClelland got with the offense and defense to go over his scouting results. Apparently, his ability to focus had been strong enough to not be derailed by his seductive trip companions. McClelland had Jake's defense in some strange formations but they were uncannily effective against the simulated Lake Wales offense. The reverse was also true. Carl McClelland had a future in the NFL if he ever tired of science. After practice one day, Jake asked Coach McClelland why he was teaching high school with an advanced degree from MIT. McClelland told him that his current position gave him the time to experiment without the scrutiny and interference he had encountered while teaching college. He was looking for something that would help mankind and make him very rich. Jake said, "I have two words for you: impotence and baldness." Then he suggested Coach check out a couple of chemical names he had seen in the fine print of Rogaine and Viagra literature; as Jake mentioned 6-(1-piperidinyl)-2,4-pyrimidine diamine 3-oxide and 1-[[3-(6,7-dihydro-1-methyl-7-oxo-3-propyl-1H-pyrazolo[4,3-d]pyrimidin-5-yl)-4-ethoxyphenyl]sulfonyl]-4-methylpiperazine citrate, McClelland thought he was a quite remarkably amusing intellectual joker and almost laughed out loud. Then he wondered how Jake had learned to speak IUPAC. No real mystery there, Jay had nursed his terminally ill wife for almost three years. She was in constant pain and steadily lost control of her nervous system. Jay bought a used three volume set of the 1990 edition of United States Pharmicopedial Convention's 'United States Pharmacological Dispensing Information'. By the time she passed away, he was a walking pharmacology. Jake's home life that week was interesting to say the least. Monday night Charles drove off with his daughters in the Falcon and returned with a Calypso Blue 1970 Boss 302 Mustang. Debbie smiled knowingly while Charles extolled the virtues of the car. He was especially proud of the fact that he had talked the girls into picking out a small V8. "It shows," he said, "we are serious about safety and economy instead of fast driving." Debbie must have really put a good one on ol' Charles to addle his brain so thoroughly. The Boss 302 was about the quickest thing on the road. Jake was salivating at the thought of a turn behind the wheel of that rocket-powered roller skate. Tuesday night was telephone night. Erika called and made nice on the phone. She told Jake that, just because they were not going together did not mean she did not want to see him. She danced around the topic waiting for Jake to take the hint and ask her out. He never did. Then the ne plus ultra -- Jay Reynolds called for Helen. They talked for half an hour with Helen laughing and talking animatedly. You could tell he was saying something she liked hearing. Jake remembered that he had had a convalescent job while he was between operations working at the base telephone exchange; he had made many a call to a variety of girls. He had had a good rap on the phone and women seemed to eat up his southern accent. He guessed that Helen was evidence that he was a silver-tongued devil. Jake wondered if Helen thought it unusual for Jay to have been so sociable at his father's funeral. Jake remembered that day, sans Helen, clearly. He was there solely for his mother's sake. Jason Reynolds had been a mean and nasty drunk and he and Jay could not stand each other. Then, suddenly it was Friday, TGIF. Jake was in a great mood -- looking forward to a free weekend. He was walking down the hall when he heard his name being called. When he turned to see who was calling, he crashed into the worst mistake he had ever or could ever make. "Watch where you're going, pretty boy, or I'll kick your balls up under your chin." Jake froze, afraid to turn towards the face and the voice. He recognized the voice immediately; only one person in the world could wrap that much evil in a voice of velvet. It was Susan Jean Jones aka Susie Jean the Love Machine. He did finally face her though, secure in the knowledge that he knew her and that made him immune to her. Wrong. "Excuse me, I wasn't paying attention," he apologized lamely. She fixed him with those hypnotic gray eyes and he could almost see the flicker in them as another one of her multiple personalities kicked in. "It was really my fault; I am ever so sorry," she said, "My name's Susan Jean; I just started school here today." She had switched to his favorite personality, the refined southern belle. Never mind that she and her family were itinerant fruit pickers moving around like gypsies following whatever crop was in season. She was as fucked up as a soup sandwich and, during his Christmas leave, Jay Reynolds was going to fall helplessly in love with her. "Jake, Jake Turner, pleased to meet you," he said. "And I you, Jake," she said, pinning him with her eyes. Even though he knew almost exactly every move she was going to make, he was nearly wilting as she gazed at him. Thank god Melissa came tooling by. She took one look at Jake and the creature he seemed mesmerized by; she quickly wrapped her arms around him. "Hi, Baby, who is your new friend?" Melissa said. "Melissa, this is Susan Jean; she just started here today. Susan, this is my girlfriend Melissa." Jake could see the nictitating veil drop over Susan Jean's eyes as she appraised Melissa. "Charmed, I'm sure," she said, still in belle character, "Bye-bye, Jake; I hope we run into each other again." Once Susan Jean sashayed off, Melissa said, "The 'have fun' rule definitely does not apply to that person. Stay away from her, got it?" "Got it," he answered with the utmost sincerity. Jake sat in study hall dredging up the painful memories that were Susan Jean. Early in December of 1971, Jay was released from the hospital for a six-week convalescent leave to coincide with Christmas. He drove home in the sporty 1970 AMX he had bought earlier that year. Susan Jean Jones was the daughter of an older couple that had moved out on State Road 415 near his parents' house. Susan's father had been hurt when a stack of eighty-pound boxes of cabbage fell on him and put him permanently out of the picking business. Social security disability was affording them a better life style than working ever could. When Jake's father was killed in a head-on collision with a drunk driver, Susan Jean's mother Audrey had stayed with his mother through some of the tougher times. Susan Jean had married this guy, Kelly Jones, when she was sixteen. When her marriage did not seem to be working out well, she left Kelly in New Port Richie to move in with her parents. When Sergeant Reynolds came home on leave, he met Susan Jean on one of Audrey's visits to check on his mom. It took Susan Jean Jones fifteen minutes to wrap Jay Reynolds around her little finger. Little wonder, as she was whippet thin, yet had big dense breasts. Her perfectly shaped ass sat jauntily upon her sculpted legs. Masses of brown sugar colored hair hung to her waist. Her facial features were regular and attractive, except for her eyes. Her eyes were beyond beautiful; granite gray, they were the most expressive he would ever see. She could fuck like a Bangkok hooker and she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. When she wanted you to cum you came, it was almost clinical. The problem was that Susan Jean Jones was as unstable as a man-made radioactive element. She was heartless, and as cold as a mother-in-law's love. Jay took a week of leave in February 1972 and proposed to her on Valentines Day, undeterred by her mercurial nature. He was blindly in love and ecstatic when she accepted his proposal. He put her on his checking account; she would move to Fayetteville, North Carolina as soon as he was released from the hospital to go back to duty at Fort Bragg. He was on cloud nine when he returned to the hospital to start out-processing. It was the last time he ever saw her. On payday, she cleaned out his back account and went back to her ex. As the song goes, 'She got the Ring; He Got the Finger'. Jake was going to avoid her like the plague in this lifeline. It was impressive how Melissa saw her for what she was in fewer than ten seconds. ------- Saturday morning Jake woke up looking forward to doing relaxing nada. His little love muffin was curled up against his back; she had stolen all the covers again, leaving only a corner of the sheet for him. He was out of the bed and in the shower singing the Allman Brothers 'Whipping Post' when she sleepily stumbled into the bathroom. She filled a tumbler with cold water and threw it over the shower curtain. Jake yelped and flung open the curtain. "It's six-thirty, Caruso; and Duane Allman has only been dead a month -- have a little respect," she said. Jake jumped out of the shower and chased her to the bedroom. Dripping wet, he sat on the bed, pulled her across his lap, and spanked her butt. Five minute later he was back in the shower, this time, he had company. The red-bottomed Melissa was impaled on his rod, legs wrapped around his waist, and singing a song of her own. Jake was downstairs making coffee when Helen came into the kitchen. He kissed her good morning and she lounged in his arms as they waited for the coffee to perk. "What are your plans for today?" she asked. "Spending quality time alone with you," he replied. "Good answer. I think we will have the house to ourselves." Charles arrived about then prepared to sacrifice a dozen golf balls to the gods of hook and slice. He was giving that shitty game one last, last chance again today. He gulped down a cup of java and kissed Helen on the cheek as he headed out the door. "Have fun, kids," he flung over his shoulder. Jake's sisters and Melissa arrived one at a time. Angie came down first; Tyler was arriving today, and she was on anticipatory pins and needles. Tyler had a week off for Thanksgiving break; Angie was going with Maria to pick him up at the airport. Debbie bounced down next. She was going to keep Marisa company while Maria and Angie went to the airport. She casually told Jake that Cindy and Laurie were also going to the Thorntons' house. Maria had taken Melissa up on her offer of renting the estate; Vivian had wasted no time in clearing out and, by Tuesday, Maria had started moving in. Melissa came down last, dressed for work. She had on a tailored suit with her hair up. She looked every inch the professional businesswoman. By nine, Helen and Jake were alone at the table. Helen stood up and held out her hand; Jake stood up and took it. Hand in hand, they walked up the stairs to Jake's room. "Can you wait here for me, Honey? I'll be right back," she said. Jake nodded and sat on the bed; his stomach did flip-flops as he realized that their moment had finally arrived. She kept him waiting for fifteen minutes but it was worth the agonizing interlude. She walked smoothly back into his room wearing the long white negligee he most loved seeing her in. Her coal black hair shimmered. She was the most beautiful woman in Palmdale, no contest. Her nipples marked a rapid rise and fall of aroused breathing. He rose from the bed and took her into his arms. "You are too beautiful to be real," he said, looking deep into her eyes. "Thank you, Honey, but I am as nervous as I was my first time." "Relax, sweet Helen; there is no pressure on you here and it's not a contest." She gracefully lay down on the bed, her head propped on one arm; she patted the place next to her. He sat down; she took his hand and pulled him to her. "I'm nervous because of what comes after; this is irrevocable, Jacob. How are we going to handle that?" "We are going to continue loving each other no matter what. I'll leave everything else up to you," he said as he moved to be horizontal with her. "Good enough," she said, holding out her arms. He descended on her and captured her lips with his. If this was the only chance he had with her, he was going to make it memorable for both of them. Long, deep, and deliciously memorable. Jake kissed under her ears, then spoke loving words softly into them until Helen shivered. He slipped the straps of her gown off first one and then the other shoulder and kissed and nuzzled his way across her creamy flesh. He took his time and she lay semi-passively, fully enjoying the tactile sensations of his feathery kisses. It felt so good, so loving, that she could not help moaning. Thanks to his wake-up tune-up with Melissa, Jake knew he would have no need to rush anything; expectation and anticipation were his trusty tools for today. "Your kisses set me ablaze, my darling," she whispered. Jake pulled the straps further down; the silk hung on her large turgid nipples for a brief instant, then fell free. He attached his lips to the skin just exposed and went back to work. He loved her breasts; they were succulent orbs just on the large side of medium sized. Her nipples were long and fat, no doubt from nursing three children. They sagged to the side slightly but were firm and resilient to the touch. They were sensitive too, that made them even more fun. As Jake followed a kiss with a gentle nibble, Helen felt his teeth and caught her breath. Jake took a nipple in his mouth and bit it lightly, she moaned so he bit a little harder. He squeezed her breast as he bit and her moans ramped up a notch. "Ohhh Honey, Honey, Honey, that feels good right down to my toes; harder, please harder. No one has ever been that rough with them." Jake obliged her; he bit and squeezed harder, molding her beast with both hands as she shuddered through a mini orgasm. He switched breasts and used his free hand to tug the gown down. Helen helped him by lifting her derriere and pushing the bunched up garment off her hips and down her legs. Jake threw the white silk to the floor as he started trailing his kisses down her stomach. He meant to skip her pussy and move down her legs but, as her approached her center, he could not restrain himself. Her pussy was as pretty as the rest of her; fat, pink, and inviting -- it would not have been out of place on a teenager. He separated her labia majora with his thumbs and licked her inner lips with long lingering full-slit sweeps of his tongue. She had douched for him; he could taste the vinegary tang mixing with her sweet natural nectar. Her juices were thick and slightly fragrant; you could smell her arousal which was heady, albeit not as over-powering as Erika's. Helen reached down and wrapped her fingers in his hair. She had always loved sex but all this extended foreplay was new to her. Her two previous lovers had satisfied her without any frills. Charles had kissed her vagina a few times but nothing had prepared her for the amorous assault she was now experiencing. Involuntarily, her hips rose off the mattress to assist in chasing his maddening tongue. He removed her hands from his head and placed them on her breasts. Slightly embarrassed to be doing this in front of him, she none-the-less started plucking her nipples between finger and thumb. His oral assault had reached the top of her slit; when he flicked his tongue across the hard button of her clit, her moans and hips climbed higher. She was worried that he would find the size of her clit revolting. It was long and thick, the size of her pinky from first knuckle to fingertip. It did not seem to bother him, however, as he sucked it completely into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Her large clit was the reason she came so easily during intercourse. Its size and prominence on top of her mound ensured it got well stimulated. One reason she wore dresses almost exclusively was that tight pants invariable over stimulated her. She saw stars as she came for the first time with Jake; she stifled her scream with her hand and thrashed about on the bed. Her sweet young lover did not slow his attentions and he soon had her climbing from peak to peak, each orgasm stronger than its predecessor. Jake was thrilled at the size of her clit and her capacity for multiple orgasms. He jammed his finger into her molten core and massaged her g spot. She came harder still. He uncorked his finger and held it to her lips; she looked at him and slowly opened her mouth, captured the slick digit, and sucked it. He would have happily munched her for another hour had his dick not throbbed so violently. He jumped up and tore his clothes off -- never taking his eyes off hers. She was almost delirious when he stopped and stood up to undress for the main event. She had a wild look about her as she absently continued to stretch her nipples away from her breasts. Constricting clothes dispensed with, he climbed between her legs. She moved them further apart for him in welcome. She eagerly reached down and guided him to her pink portico, panting in anticipation. He slowly slid into her, savoring the moment. When their hips were tightly together, he felt her wiggle around a little lining up that amazing clit so that it could ride along the top of his dick. She established a rhythm that suited her and Jake went along for the ride. Helen was in heaven as Jake held himself above her and picked up her pace. She was amazed at his control and stamina as he gradually took charge of the rhythm and started pounding her. Sweet Jesus, it was good to be held down and ravished, she thought as the strongest orgasm yet rolled over her. She was as limp as a dishrag as he flipped her over and entered her channel from the rear. He played with her clit and they came together in a soul shattering mutual climax. His erection never flagged as he repeatedly took her, changing positions again so that she was on her back, weight on her upper back, legs draped over his shoulders. For Jake it was a transcendent experience; she was not the tightest or the best he had ever experienced, but she was the most enjoyable. He bit her nipple hard as he gushed his second load into her. She held her breath as the orgasm of a lifetime took her; it was so long and so intense she fainted from holding her breath. Jake went for a warm wet towel, returned, and bathed her face and chest. Her eyelids fluttered open and she turned her eyes toward him. For Helen it was a mind-altering experience. She had cautioned herself that expectations seldom match reality; it did in this case to the positive side of the scale -- Jake was a recherché lover; she was permanently captivated. She pulled him to her and kissed him. "I'm yours, Jacob; anything you ever want from me is yours." Jake pushed a finger into her swollen pussy and got it wet with their spendings; he held the milky member to her lips like before. "Anything?" he asked. She slurped the finger into her mouth and licked it clean. "Yes," she said. He ran the finger back into her then placed it against her anus. He looked at her questioningly and she pushed her rosebud down on his finger. "Even that anything," she said timidly. From now on, all he would have to do is hint that he wanted her and she would drop whatever she was doing. She was too exhausted to give him her cherry ass today, but she would soon, she thought, as she licked the fresh cum off his dick. She tottered to her room half an hour later and drew herself a hot bath. Now that she had experienced something so exhilarating and wonderful, she was more determined than ever to increase the vista of her and Charles' sexual outlook. For starters, Charles was taking her and Maria dancing tonight, she decided; she had just the right outfit already picked out. As she sat in the steamy Calgon bubbles, she was already planning on how and when she could get Jake alone again. Elsewhere in Palmdale that afternoon, the precocious duo Faith and Hope were working on their plot to seduce Jake and Melissa. They had come to the realization that they had been hasty in announcing their intent so soon. They decided to lay low until their birthday and try to pass off what they had said earlier as only a joke. At the Thornton residence, Tyler and Angie were curled up on the couch talking while Debbie and her pussy posse were cavorting in the pool like water sprites. Debbie had even convinced Maria to join them. Maria was both humiliated and excited at the way Debbie touched her with impunity in front of the other girls. At Thornton Development, executive Melissa was reviewing the status of the TFA Superstore project. Her assessment: if TFA took off the way her Honey thought it would, it could become their most lucrative investment. They would recoup their initial investment in four years or less with depreciation factored in. All of that while still maintaining ownership to the land and building. Out on a road off Route 415, Susan Jean Jones was sitting on the porch of her parents' cracker box house thinking what a drag school was. She had just decided she simply would not go back; she knew all she really needed to know anyway, she thought with a shake of her head. The nineteenth hole at the country club was the scene of much celebration as his playing partners congratulated Charles for breaking ninety for the first time and enjoyed the drinks he was buying for them. Everyone noticed a difference in Helen Saturday evening. Charles was the only one who suspected the root cause of her sudden blossoming. When she and Charles left to pick up Maria for a night at the club, she amazed them all with her daring outfit. Never had she left the house with so much skin exposed. Her low cut black dress showed plenty of first-class cleavage and the hem was four inches above her knees. ------- Monday morning the high school was gearing up for the big game with Lake Wales. The furor over the elections had died down. Jake did not press the issue of holding new elections. The dissension and animosity such a move could cause would focus too much of Principal Leonard Skinner's wrath on him. Little did Jake know that Skinner's goose was cooked anyway. His antics and authoritarian manner would get him sent packing before the end of the school year. Skinner would find a position at Lee High school as assistant principal. His unrepentant ways caused a number of his students to transfer to another school. One of the students, Ronnie VanZant, immortalized Skinner by naming a band after him, albeit with name much misspelt. Football practice stepped up a notch on Monday and Tuesday. By five o'clock Tuesday afternoon, the Panthers were as tuned and ready as they would ever be. The team got Wednesday off. Busses would be leaving for the Tangerine Bowl at eight o'clock Thursday morning; game time was noon. Life at home was marvelous. Since Melissa was spending a lot of time at Thornton Development, she told Jake to find a way to amuse himself for a few weeks until she was fully up to speed. No problem, he told her, he would think of some things to do. True to her word, Helen let him have his way with her however and whenever the mood struck him. The mood struck him often. Today, trainee Helen was concentrating on learning how to successfully suck dick under Jake's tutelage. He told her that his was the only salami going in her mouth until her lessons were complete. She did not mind the instruction and did not mind swallowing; as a matter of fact, she loved it. Moreover, she loved his frothy cream on her skin. Her favorite technique was finishing up with her kneeling before him, half his load in her mouth, and the other half a pearl necklace dripping into her cleavage. Helen was the one to broach the subject of a threesome with Maria to Jake. He was taking her bent over the pedestal sink in the downstairs powder room when she brought it up. He had a good stroke going but she brought him to a dead stop. She explained that she would feel better if Jake were there for her first girl-girl time. He told her that they should keep their relationship low profile and made the counter-suggestion that the threesome be with Charles. Helen was only slightly disappointed and saw his reasoning immediately. She said she would talk to Maria about it; if she agreed they would make it a surprise for Charles. Thursday morning Jake and Melissa boarded one of the busses bound for Orlando. Jake was positive this would be his last football game for dear old Kennedy so he planned on going out with a bang. He was going to give it hell for sixty minutes, walk away, and not look back. At ten, they rolled into the massive Tangerine bowl. In Jake's later life, it would become the Citrus bowl; it seated over fifty thousand spectators. Jake helped unload the equipment for the trainer and the team tromped to one of the auxiliary locker rooms. Coach told them when to be back and they left to watch some of the Division One game in progress. He found Melissa with her cheerleading teammates talking to their Lake Wales counterparts. She broke away from the gaggle when she spotted him. The incongruity of the perspicacious super-charged CEO of a major land development and holding company bouncing and flouncing around in her cheerleading outfit cracked him up. She grabbed his hand and they walked out of the end zone tunnel to check the crowd. Only about five thousand people had shown up for the early Division One game. Not surprising, since Division One was for small, mostly private, schools. A team from Tampa was playing a parochial high school from Miami. It looked like a good even game. At eleven, Jake reported back to the locker room and suited up. He put lamp black under his eyes to cut down on the glare and taped down his forearm pads like Dick Butkus. Then he sat down to focus himself. That was who he was going to be today, Dick Butkus. It was ironic that the following Sunday, Butkus would sustain the knee injury that eventually ended his career. The crowd was much bigger for the Kennedy-Lake Wales game. Both communities were an easy drive from Orlando and it seemed that most of the residents of both small cities had their butts parked in the stadium. Jake estimated there were at least fifteen thousand people at the game. Behind the Kennedy bench, Debbie, Melissa, and the other cheerleaders faced and exhorted a sea of maroon-covered fans. The Lake Wales coach suspected he was in for a long day when Kennedy score on the opening drive. The Kennedy offense was metronome efficient; four minutes, six plays, seven points. He immediately assigned one of his assistants to keep count of the number of players on the field for Kennedy and one to scrutinize their formations for anything illegal. Something fishy was going on out there, but he could not put his finger on it. The Kennedy kick off did not do anything to get the aroma of mullet out of his nose as the kick stayed in the air for what seemed like thirty seconds. When the ball finally came down, it appeared as if his black clad receiver was standing in a maroon huddle. On Lake Wales' second offensive play, Jake made his day even longer by stripping the ball from a running back behind the line of scrimmage. An alert Wales player finally jumped on the ball but it was third down and sixteen on their own ten yard-line. Figuring Kennedy expected a pass, the Lake Wales coach sent in a draw play. Jake was blitzing on the play and piled into the quaterback and the fullback right after the exchange. Three and out, not an auspicious start for reigning state champions. And the bad news kept coming, as Kennedy fielded a good punt at their forty and marched steadily back down the field. A questionable call on a fumble at the three is all that kept the score from being fourteen zip at seven minutes into the first quarter. Lake Wales was lucky to go to their locker room at half time trailing by only two touchdowns. Lake Wales had to switch to a ball-control, time-consuming offense that went for it on fourth down three times in order to limit Kennedy's scoring opportunities. After the third straight Kennedy touchdown, some borderline interference calls on the Kennedy secondary had allowed Lake Wales to finally score with three minutes left in the half. Both teams made adjustments at the half and both coaches gave their best Knute Rockne speech. An official told each coach 'ten minutes until kick-off' and the teams filed back onto the field. Lake Wales received the second half kick off; their first offensive play was run from a shotgun formation to buy their quarterback some time. Then it was bombs away. The Lake Wales coach had decided that if the referee was going to call pass interference so closely he had nothing to lose by going for it. It worked for two big gains then Coach Nelson signaled frantically for a time out. Jake called one and trotted over to the sidelines where Coach McClelland outlined a novel prevent defense he wanted to try. When Jake went back to his position, the other two linebackers were pulled and replaced by Ray Robinson and Scott Hughes, the two fastest men on the team. They each took a Lake Wales wide receiver to cover man-to-man. Jake started blitzing on every play; even though he was expected, he disrupted the quarterbacks timing or made an opening for Erik to get in the signal caller's face. Lake Wales tried to re-adjust by throwing running plays against that strange defense with only one linebacker. They broke a couple of good gains; the Lake Wales coach was double and some times triple teaming Jake on every play. Thankfully, the down linemen took up his slack. Erik Johansson stepped up and played the game of his life. The big man showed his quickness as he was in on almost every tackle. With the speedy Ray and Scott to watch their backs, the cornerbacks were filling admirably for the missing backers. Erik was also kicking the ball a country mile; every time he put his foot to the ball it was as if it was filled with helium. The end result was a second-half shutout of Lake Wales and a dominating 35-7 performance by the Kennedy Panthers -- satisfying revenge for the earlier loss. A jubilant team carried Coach Nelson and Eric to the locker room on their shoulders while the long suffering Kennedy faithful celebrated victory at full volume in the stands. Eric was named the MVP of the game. Jake rode home on the team bus, the last time he would be with the team as a group. The family had a nice traditional Thanksgiving dinner at home; as Charles said grace, Jake said a silent, heartfelt amen for the many things they all had to be thankful for. ------- Chapter 30 Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, Jake slept in. Melissa woke him up before she left for a visit to Orlando with her staff. One of the locations her team was showing her was the new Turner Furniture site. She did not know when she would be home but it would probably be late. She gave him a smoldering good-bye kiss and told him to be good and stay out of trouble until she got home. Awake and perky now, Jake did his morning routine before heading to the kitchen. He was the last one up; the rest of his family were already chowing down in the nook. He gave Helen a little kiss as she flipped French toast at the stove, grabbed a cup of coffee, and sat down. Everyone seemed to have plans today but him. He was even about to ask his sisters if they minded him tagging along with them when Erik Johansson unexpectedly called. Erik said everyone missed him and asked if he would like to come over to their house and hang out for a while. It sounded like a good idea to Jake, who had indeed been missing the Johanssons, so he agreed. Erik told Jake he would pick him up around ten-thirty. Debbie and Angie split right after Charles left for work. Jake had asked Charles to try having a big after-Thanksgiving sale and a dubious but venturesome Charles had finally signed on to the idea. Maria showed up to collect Helen and check out a new mall in Orlando; the mall had some clothing stores that were supposed to be as trendy as New York. Maria was early so Jake kept her amused until Helen was ready. When Helen walked down the stairs, Jake and Maria were on the couch making out; Helen cleared her throat to get their attention. Maria blushed hotly as Helen laughed at her predicament. Maria's clothes were in disarray so she went to the powder room to make herself presentable. Helen gave Jake a smoldering kiss and told him to be good and stay out of trouble, deja vu. The two women were on the road five minutes later. Erik showed up right on time; after Jake hopped up into the cab, Erik took off. They had not gone a quarter mile when Erik started unloading on Jake. "Jake, you are hurting my sister and it pisses me off," Erik said. "What are you talking about; she broke up with me," Jake replied. "I know all about that; she made a mistake and she admits it. She said she tried to tell you on the phone Tuesday but you just ignored her. I thought you were our friend, man, and not some asshole. We are going to my house and you are going to take care of this the right way, understand?" Jake nodded glumly; he was not thrilled with this turn of events. Was he missing something? Erika was the one who broke it off with him to be with Erik; now Erik was bitching him out for not being with Erika. Before he could sort out the faulty logic of the situation, Erik started talking again. "Listen, Jake, I am going to be fine. I'm happier with myself than I've been in a while. My family was there for me, man, and so were you. I just can't figure out why you blew us off like that. One day you were part of the family and it looked like you and Erika were going strong; the next you are with Melissa acting all in love. What gives?" "Have you talked to Erika about all this?" Jake asked cautiously. "Yeah, she was way off base. Maybe she should have talked to me first. I don't know how she expected anything past a little all-in-the-family fun, for crying out loud. She's my sister. She had this noble idea that she would sacrifice herself for my sake. I showed her I like girls, too; but I still had other preferences." Jake was staring at Erik slack-jawed. Jesus, they must think I really am part of their family if Eric is sharing that he is bi, Jake thought. When and how did he get so comfortable with all that? "Close your mouth, Turner, before a bug flies in it," Erik laughed, "Chris Douglas and I have had a couple of long talks; he made me realize that I may be different, but I'm not a freak. He introduced me to some people in Orlando that were as normal as anyone I've ever met that feel the same way as I do. Now, back to Erika, what are you going to do?" "I don't have the foggiest idea." "Well you better think of something, brother, because she has been a big mean miserable bitch for the last few days and, unless you fix it, I'm moving in with you." Erik pulled in to the driveway but did not shut off his truck. Jake had his hand on the door handle and gave Erik a questioning look. Erik told him he was on his own and, as soon as Jake closed the door behind himself, Erik jammed the truck in reverse and split. Jake sucked it up and rang the doorbell. Erika opened the door, saw who it was, and nearly dislocated his arm pulling him inside. It was not the reception he expected; Erik had him prepared for something he would need a whip and chair to handle. Instead, Erika was kissing his face as if it were covered in chocolate. She dragged him into the kitchen where he received a warm reception from Helga as well. They sat and chatted about nothing for a few minutes until Erika took his hand again. She pulled him to his feet, telling Helga she was going to show Jake her room. Erika's bedroom was definitely a girl's lair, stuffed animals were everywhere; the furniture was white and the furnishings were pink. All that was missing was a Barbie collection. Erika told him to sit on the bed while she turned on some music. She cranked up the FM and Elton John was singing 'Your Song' when she sat next to him on the bed. "Jake, I made a big mistake," she said, "I made all these plans to help Erik and it turns out that he didn't need any help. Now I don't need to help him, I've lost you, and it hurts." Erika was crying, a sight that was heart-wrenching to Jake. He took her hand, "You haven't lost me; but our relationship has changed. I didn't plan to drop you for Melissa, but when you broke up with me, she was there for me. She's a great person and we have developed something very special. You and I can have something special too; I just don't know if things can be exactly the same as before or if our new relationship is going to be enough to satisfy you." "I'll take my chances, Jacob; as long as you have a small place for me in your life, who knows what could happen." "Who indeed?" Jake thought. Aloud he said, "In that case, why don't you get rid of those clothes and let me look at that gorgeous body I haven't seen for a month." "Oh yes, Jacob," she said with a huge smile. Erika unpretentiously started shedding her shorts and shirt. Her distinct aroma was starting to permeate the room as she slid her panties down those impossibly long legs. Jake noted that she had lost a few pounds since they parted; her waist and hip were narrower. He commented on it as she reached back to unhook her industrial strength brassiere. She told him that she and Helga were on this new diet they read about in 'Cosmo' and they were also speed-walking every evening. She preened when he told her she looked great. Jake's breath caught when she pulled the bra cups off her magnificent melons. Jake stood up, stripped, took her hand, and laid her on the bed. He kissed her and reached for her breast. "Welcome home, Honey," she said as he slid into her drenched pussy. They spent an hour in her room getting reconnected and reacquainted. Jake had the idea that Erika could be the first woman he and Melissa shared. He remembered how Erika had responded to Debbie so he did not think she would be repulsed if Melissa hit on her. He tabled the unvoiced idea until he talked to Melissa. Erika told Jake that Helga would be in heaven now that he was back in the family fold. Helga wanted him again in the worst way but had restrained herself so as not to hurt Erika further. It was most excellent back being bare-back in Erika. Her slick, tight passage was marvelous; you just had to love her enthusiasm as she bucked and wailed through her climaxes. Relationship repaired, Jake showered and was talking to Helga in the kitchen when Sven came home. Erika was drying her hair in her room while she aired it out. Sven greeted Jake like the prodigal son. He spent a pleasant rest of the morning and then lunch with the Johannsons. Erika drove him home at one; she dropped him off ten minutes before Helen and Maria arrived. At Jake urging, they modeled the new things they bought. Jake especially enjoyed Maria's new underwear. When Helen left the room, Maria told him she and Helen had bought identical sets and were wearing them tonight. She said she was not yet showing him the special set she bought just for him. He told her to wear it tomorrow if she could get away to meet him at Coach's little apartment. She eagerly agreed and gave him a quick kiss before she ran upstairs. After Maria left, Jake and Helen sat in the living room chatting. He had his arm companionably around her as they sat on the couch. She was excited about the upcoming night. She and Charles were taking Maria out on the town. The two temptresses planned to waylay Charles tonight. The phone interrupted their talk; it was Melissa saying that the group was staying in Orlando overnight then visiting a couple of additional sites in Kissimmee and Disney tomorrow. She told him she loved him and would miss him next to her that night. As soon as the phone was back on the cradle, Rebecca called with an invitation to dinner. Jake had a better idea and told her he would call her back. Helen did not balk at his suggestion he stay with friends tonight to give the adults some privacy. Debbie and Angie were having a sleepover with Marisa at the Thornton place so the grown ups could have the Turner house to themselves. Jake called Rebecca back and asked if he could stay the night in addition to dinner. She was thrilled with the idea and quickly said yes. As Jake pedaled his ten-speed towards Rebecca's, he could not help thinking about the Mustang sitting idly in the Thorntons' drive way. It was cold comfort that in about two months he would have his regular license and could drive by himself. He carried the bicycle up onto the Doanes' porch and rang the bell. Rebecca let him in smiling brightly. He rolled the bike into the hall before sweeping her up in his arms. She was such a contrast to hold after Erika, Jake was afraid he would crush her. Rebecca was barely five feet and might weigh a hundred-five if she had a pocket full of rocks. She laughed like a little girl as he swirled her around. The laughing ceased as he found her lips. That evening he sat between Rebecca and Katie, listening to classical music and talking. The sisters were beside themselves with excitement about the baby they were all making (actually had already made). Jake sat there and let their conversation roll over him, content with all the loving attention he was getting. At nine, they went upstairs; Jake took a shower while the women changed. The gentle loving mood carried over to the bedroom as they made love. He fell asleep sandwiched between them; a tiny little Doane snuggled up on each side, curled around him like satisfied apostrophes. So much for a day without any plan. The next morning Jake happily pedaled home on his bike. What a night, what a morning! He just finished a hearty breakfast served to him by his little sweethearts wearing little nighties. Before that he had breakfast in bed, box lunch at the 'Y' times two. They sent him on his way with a reciprocal two-way blow job, passing his rod back and forth like a well coordinated relay team exchanging a baton. He was seriously going to think about moving to Utah, he decided. Jake arrived home at nine-thirty. He let himself into an eerily quiet house, walked up to his room, and found a note on his bed from Maria. She was canceling their date for today; she said she needed sleep. She wrote that she would make it up to him and would call later. Sleep sounded like a good idea, so he sacked out himself for a rare morning nap. Jake woke up at noon, alone in his bed for the first time in a while. He brushed his teeth, splashed cold water on his face, and marched downstairs to rejoin the living. Charles was sitting in the nook reading the paper so Jake grabbed a mug of coffee and joined him. Dear old dad looked slightly enervated, somewhat the worse for wear but happy as a clam. Jake knew that look, he was wearing it himself. The old -- I got seriously laid last night but ain't saying' nothin'-- look. Jake sat down and they talked business for a while. Charles said that the Orlando store site had received a clearing permit and the lot would be cleared next week. The engineer from Thornton Development was having the slab poured three feet above the crown of Colonial Drive so they were bringing in at least three thousand yards of fill dirt. Site prep should take about ten days. They hoped to have the building permit by then. If all went even close to their schedule, they should be pouring concrete for the 40,000 square foot building before the end of the year. They should be open for business by the first of July. Tuesday, Charles was going to Tampa with the Thornton acquisition team to scout out a location for the third store. Charles was exhilarated by the pace of expansion and envisioned four new stores opening in 1972. Their conversation was cut short when Helen waltzed in. She looked fresh and rested adding an exclamatition counter point to Charles' slightly haggard appearance. Jake was dying to get the low-down on the evening but figured Maria would be his best source of information. When Helen joined them at the table, Jake told them of his plans for accelerated education. Helen was full of questions; Jake got the distinct feeling that she was not totally thrilled about him leaving high school for college at sixteen. She eased up some when he told her that he planned to live at home while attending Stetson. Charles said it was an ambitious plan and to be ready for it to not all fall in place for him. At four his sisters arrived; they had been with Maria dropping Tyler off at the airport. Angie was glum because Tyler would not be back until Christmas break. Melissa came home at six; she excitedly told them about her trip. She gave Charles some Polaroids of the TFA Superstore site. Charles was thrilled with the progress they were making; he said he was going to visit the site when they started forming the slab. He wanted a photo opportunity for a ceremonial groundbreaking. After a nice family dinner, Jake and Melissa excused themselves; Melissa practically dragged Jake upstairs. He had barely shut the door when she was all over him like a cheap suit. She told him how much she had missed him; she had a hard time going to sleep alone last night. It had been three days without sex for her, so she was hot and horny, ready to rock. Jake took care of her itch in spectacular fashion. Thirty minutes and a bunch of orgasms later she was laying on his chest when she asked about his weekend. He told her about Erik and Erika then slipped in his idea about Erika possibly being their first shared lover. Melissa was intrigued; Erika was certainly attractive enough in a big-blonde sexy way. She told Jake that, if the situation were right, she could go for the idea; but she wanted it to be spontaneous, nothing set up or contrived. Jake said he would figure out a way for them to be together and see what happened. Jake went on to tell her about staying with the Doanes and why. Then we described what he knew of the Charles and Helen and Maria activities. The idea of her aunt and his parents re-aroused her. She got him hard and sat on his dick while they speculated together about what went on. The speculation ended when Melissa shifted into full cowgirl bull riding mode, yeehaw. ------- Monday morning, school started off normally enough. Mrs. Greer was dressed in one of Jake's favorite outfits. She knew she was eye candy as she casually flaunted her charms. Her breasts were definitely getting bigger, the only outward sigh of her pregnancy. Jake was reminiscing about the finer qualities of Vickie's ass when a student office worker came for him. He wondered what was up this time as he trudged towards Skinner's office. He was surprised to see that Melissa was there also. She did not have a clue as to what was going on. They had been cooling their heels for about five minutes when Diane Philips arrived with a sheaf of papers and flashed them a smile. Maybe it was not something bad after all. She motioned them to follow her, knocked on Skinner's door, and walked in with Jake and Melissa in tow. Skinner frowned when he saw the Turner boy standing in front of him. A beaming Ms. Phillips said, "The SAT results are in. Jacob and Melissa are our high scorers; I think these scores will impress you". Skinner frowned as he studied the scores. He cut his narrowed eyes toward Diane, "Ms. Phillips, have these scores been posted?" "No sir, you are the second person to see them." Skinner nodded and continued, "These scores are too high and too close together. I suspect they are the result of some sort of cheating; a 1590 and a 1580 -- that's too much of a coincidence for my liking. Hold their results until I notify Educational Test Services about my suspicions, Ms. Phillips." He turned to face a stunned Jake and Melissa, "As for you two, I expect that you are in serious trouble when I confirm you cheated. Why don't you make it easy for all of us and tell me how you did it?" Before either of the teens could say anything, Diane Phillips jumped in. In an icy voice she said, "I do not believe I would go any further with any accusations, Mr. Skinner. If you want them retested, I will make the arrangements. Every academic indicator we have shows them to be fully capable of achieving those scores." "You do that, Ms. Phillips; I am as equally certain that they cheated. From what I know of Mr. Turner, cheating would not be out of character. As for Miss Thornton, she is obviously his dupe and co-conspirator. You may all leave now; I have a call to make to ETS." Jake was pissed; he jumped up to say something, but Melissa put a restraining hand on his arm. "Mr. Skinner, we will be back when the results are verified; we will be expecting an apology, a public apology if you push your idiotic theory beyond this room. In the meantime, I'm sure that our parents will be visiting you to find out what all is involved in the retesting," Melissa said haughtily. Diane and Melissa had to literally drag Jake from Skinner's office. He had calmed down by the time they reached the counseling office. Diane explained how ETS retesting was an available option in cases where any suspicions arose and told them not to worry; she knew their scores were legitimate. She could not believe Mr. Skinner's reaction; it was most irrational. In addition, ETS had several methods - including the examination of the pattern of wrong answers - which usually would quickly exonerate unfairly accused students. Skinner, on the other hand, was full of glee; he had that little commie rat bastard Turner by the balls now. When he could prove Turner cheated, he would expel him so fast his head would spin. Catching little miss rich bitch was an added bonus. God, how he hated all these over-privileged little shitheads; it was going to make his day to bring two of them down. You would never hear of Leonard Skinner molly-coddling brats like these, he thought as his pride in himself warmed his heart. So much for a normal day, Jake thought as he dialed the phone. He and Melissa agreed that they needed to quickly make Helen aware of what was going on before Skinner called her. To say Helen was mad was a mammoth understatement. When she broke the connection with Jake, she called Charles, and then she called Maria. Maria called Bill Greer. Bill Greer called Skinner. Within thirty minutes of dismissing the suspected malfeasants, Principal Skinner had the superintendent of schools up his ass like Preparation H. Skinner hung up the phone still smiling smugly. Greer had taken a bite out of his ass but he could not refute the fact that scores that high from the same proctor raised a red flag. He leaned back and lit up an unfiltered Camel. "When I am superintendent, I will end all that parental interference bullshit," he thought. Now I need to get the proctor to confess as well and wrap all this up with a ribbon. Jake shook it off and realized that it was more of an annoyance than a threat to his academic career. He was not worried about a retest and neither was Melissa. Besides, starting tomorrow he had two and a half days of testing at the Junior College. If that went well he would be rid of Skinner for good. Erika picked him up at his locker after geometry; one minute Beth was yakking at him, the next minute Erika's big melons were flattened against his back. They walked to chemistry like old times. At studyhall, Rebecca called him to her desk and quizzed him about the SAT debacle. She said that Skinner was spreading the rumor around that Jake and Melissa had been caught cheating. Jake told her the full story and told her Ms. Phillips would corroborate what he told her. Rebecca said all she needed was to hear it from him. She went on to tell Jake that Skinner seemed to have it out for him and to watch his step. After school, Jake finally had the opportunity to watch Angie compete in track. Of course, cross-country is not much of a spectator sport. He watched her take off and disappear into the park where the meet was being held: twenty-six minutes later he watched her return, fifty yards ahead of her closest competitor. Angie was an antelope competing with buffalo, same family, different species. She was quickly gaining attention for her speed and stamina; this was the third dual meet that she had smoked her opposition. He went to congratulate her; he noticed immediately she was not huffing and puffing as much as everyone else. Later that evening, Jake sat in the dark by himself out by the pool. He was doing some heavy duty cogitating. He knew that Jay Reynolds was home this week, a few days away from the clutches of Susan Jean. Should he try to stop the pain his other self was going to experience? If he did Jay might not meet Rachael Benson, the woman to whom he was happily married for over twenty years. Nope, he guessed that Jay was going to have to suffer his fate at the hands of Susan Jean. Well there was an upside; someone was about to introduce Jay to what sex could be if you worked at it. The women in Jake's life were direct beneficiaries of Susan Jean Jones' sexual proclivity. Then there was the matter of Erika. Was it a mistake to immediately reestablish a physical relationship with her? Was the little head on Little Jake doing the thinking this time? He would have to wait and see, but his instincts told him that Erika was going to be in his life for the long run. Cindy was another matter entirely. He was at a loss to figure out what was going on in her mind. She assiduously avoided him; yet she told everyone she loved him. Not to mention she was his sister's little plaything. He was going to have a talk with her soon. He was working his way down his worry list when he heard the patio door open. He turned his head and Maria walked into his range of vision. "I don't wish to disturb you, my stallion," she said, "But we have some matters to discuss." Jake pulled a chair over next to his and stood until she was seated. She was wearing a loose knee length skirt and a big 'vee' necked sweater. The sweater was probably Tyler's but he doubted Tyler would ever look that good in it. Her breasts were pushed together and the plunging neckline of the sweater outlined their rich mammalian fullness perfectly. "Is one of the matters how hot you look in that outfit?" Jake asked. "We will, perhaps, get to that; first we need to determine what to do about that awful principal." "We aren't going to do anything; I'm going to retake the SAT and get out of that place as soon as possible. There are too many ways he can screw me up and it looks like the moron is gunning for me. I'm going to let that sleeping dog lie." "How are you going to get out of Kennedy? You are only a sophomore; are you going to transfer to another school?" Jake told her about the tests that started tomorrow and his plan for trying to enroll in Stetson if he got the credits. She was impressed. "You are an amazing young man, Jacob; I think there is much more to you than we know. I sense an aura about you that is most unusual; in Cuba, some people believe that spirits guide us. I think that, after your near death, the spirits are helping you make amends for your wasted life." Maria was getting to close for comfort; he grabbed her hand and coaxed her into his lap. "Right now the spirits are telling me to kiss you," he said. Maria looked towards the house, when she saw they couldn't be seen she brought her lips to his. "You should not make light of destiny and fate, my stallion," she said when they came up for air, "You must have rejoined the living for some great reason. If not, why would you have become so smart, not to mention irresistible to the senoritas?" "Not all the ladies Maria, I'm no gigolo." "I think not all the ladies come to you only by chance, my Jacob. It is interesting that the women who seem to choose you are in positions to help you either now or in the future." "Yeah, I've noticed that," he admitted, "but I didn't seek those women out." "I know you did not, nor the men who are also your allies; I told you it is the hands of fate guiding us toward some purpose." "Maybe," he shrugged, and changed the subject, "How was your evening Saturday?" "It was divine, it must be my fate to become your family's lover, all because of you. Even stranger is it that everyone except Angela has been further with me than the one I truly desire." They heard the door opening just as Jake was about to remove her panties and further their relationship. With a frustrated moan, she attempted to get up. Jake held her in place. He recognized the distinctive click of Helen's heels on the concrete pool deck. He kept his hand under Maria skirt inside her panties playing with her. Helen sat down in the chair Maria had just vacated and asked if he had made up his mind on what to do. He regurgitated his conversation that he and Maria had had. Maria's breathing was increasing and she was moving slightly on his finger that was now wedged in her slit. Helen seemed oblivious to Maria's dilemma and stood up. She took Maria's hand and said, "Come on in and lets talk, Maria; I'm sure we have bothered Jake enough. Besides I want to show you what I bought for Charles today." Jake disengaged his finger and hand as Helen pulled Maria to her feet; Helen winked at Jake and led the frustrated Maria inside. ------- The CLEP tests were as Jake remembered. He proceeded steadily through the entire test; if he did not know an answer off the top of his head, he bypassed the question. After the last question, he came back and took his time to polish off the leftovers. He managed to complete each test in three hours or less so he had plenty of time to wander around waiting for his ride. Daytona Beach Junior College had a first-rate nursing program that turned out sixty registered nurses each semester. The nursing school was located in the same complex of buildings where the CLEP was being administered. Jake was in heaven as he sat in the student union girl-watching. You had to like the odds, as ninety percent of the students were female. Jake did not have to sit alone much as he drank his coffee. He met some nice young ladies and a couple of the nursing instructors but none caughthis eye. He finished the last and longest test Thursday at eleven. The history test had a plethora of questions that required you to remember dates. It took Jake longer to dredge up associations between dates and events or people. Helen had been dropping him off and Melissa had been picking him up. Today Maria was the one who pulled up to get him. He jumped into her rented Ford Fairlane and she maneuvered out onto International Speedway Boulevard. She asked him if he had plans for the afternoon; when he said no, she asked if they could spend it together. That sounded like a plan to him, so he gave her directions to Coach Nelson's place. During the twenty-minute trip, Jake quizzed Maria about her three-way with Helen and Charles. She told him that she and Helen had explored each other's bodies and made love with their legs intertwined but had not yet gone down on each other. Maria said Helen's prominent and super sensitive clitoris was amazing. Charles was a gentle and attentive lover, but not very imaginative. She said they enjoyed themselves immensely and played well together for hours. They arrived at the apartment at eleven-thirty; Jake sat Maria on the couch and got her a drink. He sat beside her and they talked for a few minutes. Jake ended their conversation when he started nibbling on her earlobe. Maria was the second seriously experienced woman that he had in this lifetime. Jake took her to the bedroom and stripped her naked. She was about an inch taller than Rebecca and had fifteen more pounds of curves. Jake marveled at her body; she was forty-four with a body a woman ten years younger would envy. She reminded him of Charo at her peak. When he commented on her physical beauty, she candidly told him that she used the rich woman's trifecta regime of diet, exercise and plastic surgery to keep her looks. Her pubic hair was very soft and sparse; she did not need to shave or trim for Jake. Jake put her on the bed and stripped naked himself. She made some admiring comments about his body and equipment as he eased into bed alongside her. Maria was the most oral woman in his universe; if it involved the lips and tongue she loved it. As Jake kissed his way towards her hot lower love lips, she spread herself for him. When he began lapping at her pussy, she voiced her approval in two different languages. She wanted to sesenta-nueve so he quickly rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She dove for his dick and started giving him first class head. Because she was so much shorter than he was, Jake had to strain forward to get back to her clit. The plus was that all of her was spread out before him; her dripping slit and her star shaped pucker was a Cuban smorgasbord there for the feasting. Jake started long stokes with his tongue down to her clit then through her slit to her ass. When she was close to coming, he craned his neck forward and went to work on her clit. She shuddered and wailed around his shaft. He was afraid she would bite down as she came; instead, she rocked backward and held the head of his dick in her mouth as she ground her pelvis into his face. Maria slowed her grindings and leaned forward, taking more of his dick in her mouth. She started a gentle sucking, bobbing motion, simultaneously licking the crown. He stopped her after a couple of minutes and rolled her onto her back, then scrambled around and got between her raised knees. She took his dick in one hand and spread her deep pink engorged lips with the other. "Fill me up, my young lover; take me, bind me tighter to your destiny," she moaned. Jake slid into her in one long smooth stroke. She pulled her knees back to let him get deeper. She crooned words of endearment as he started a fast rhythm of piston like strokes. When she came, she pulled his lips to hers and screamed into his mouth. Still imbedded to the hilt, he rolled onto his back until she was perched atop his pecker. She looked down into his eyes and started hunching against him. She came again and fell onto his chest. "I do not cum that way, Jacob, never. Now I am a hair trigger, every few strokes and I am ready again." Then, to prove her point, she sat back up and started hunching again. Her clit was pressing on the base of his shaft while the head bumped the back wall of her pussy. She could have cum all day in that position. She settled for about a half dozen more orgasms, then fell off him to the side. He held her until she regained her breath, then she swooped down on his member with her mouth. Kneeling at his side, she found the angle she wanted and slowly took him down her throat until her nose was in his pubic hair. He tangled his hands in her mass of reddish black hair and held her head as he gushed his load in thick ropy spurts. It was immaculate; she did not spill a drop. They showered together before leaving; she dug a plastic shower cap out of her purse to keep her hair dry. She would not let him do anything for himself as she bathed them both. She told him it brought her a lot of pleasure to be tending to her lover. She took his arm as they walked to her car, every inch the lady lawyer. When they were on the road to his house, she asked him if he minded if she had other lovers or did he want her exclusively for himself. He told her to do what she wanted, when she wanted. She smiled and said she would always be available for him, regardless. He said, "How about both Melissa and me?" She shivered and said she would love that. Friday morning, someone came to homeroom for him again; this time he was led to the counseling office. Diane Phillips and a man from the testing service took him into Diane's office where he retook the SATs under the proctor's watchful eye. Melissa was at the main office with another proctor undergoing the same procedure. Even though the second test was not exactly the same as the first, Jake finished it in time to make lunch with his friends. The hot topic of the day was the outdoor assembly at one to receive the Governor's Trophy for being the state champions in football. Word had it that a number of big shots, including the mayor and a congressman, were going to be there. That is why the teachers were all looking so spiffy, Jake thought. At 12:45, everyone was looking for a seat in the stands. Jake's family had snagged a section of the portable bleachers set up for players, coaches, and their families. Jake slid into the end seat; they were five rows up. Directly below him in the first row sat Ms. Phillips, Sara Douglas, and Mrs. Greer. Their significant others were sitting on folding chairs under a portable canvas awning. Principal Skinner was standing at the microphone impatiently waiting for everyone to be seated. The portable bleachers from the baseball field sat at the fifty-yard line about where the home team bench would be during a game. There were two sets placed side by side. At the front corners of each bleacher, the school custodians had set up some portable speakers. The speakers were on twenty-five foot high metal towers. The towers were made from three tubes cross-braced into a triangular column. Three large speaker horns were attached at different angles at the top of each tower; Skinner wanted to be sure everyone could hear his scripted remarks. Guy ropes held the towers upright. At one exactly, Skinner called for everyone's attention. The day was overcast and breezy but Skinner had insisted on an outdoor presentation because of the number of people expected to attend. He had a point, as both bleachers and the home team side of the stadium were filled to capacity with many people standing. As Skinner launched his introduction of guests and dignitaries the sky darkened more and the wind picked up to about 15 knots. Jake, attuned as he was to bad weather, was starting to get uncomfortable. His discomfiture grew when he saw a couple of waterspouts pop up on the inland waterway less than a quarter mile from the stadium. Skinner was in mid harangue about the discipline football teaches when a violent gust of wind collapsed the awning he was under. As everyone's attention was on Skinner trying to escape from under the awning, Jake heard a distinct twang and looked to his right. One of the guy ropes had snapped and a tower was listing towards the bleacher right above where Vickie, Sara, and Diane sat. Jake leaped to his feet and started yelling; his voice was lost in the general hubbub and laughter at Skinner's plight. So he dove off the edge of the bleachers. His plan was to hit the tower and knock it away from its intended path. Good plan, poor execution. Jake saw he was going to miss the tower with his body so he stuck out his right hand and grabbed it as he passed by. He did manage to deflect the tower but one of the speaker mounts broke. The speaker swung on its cable like a pendulum. At the down most part of its arc, the heavy metal army surplus speaker hit Jake squarely in the back of the head. He was thankfully unconscious when he hit the ground and the tower landed with bone breaking force across his back. ------- Chapter 31 This shit is getting old, Jake thought, as he struggled to focus his eyes. Waking up in the hospital every six months was not high on his list of favorite things. This time though he felt like he should be in the hospital; his head hurt, it was hard to breathe, and everything was blurry. Then he had the thought, "What if I have been dreaming about being Jake Turner? What if I am waking up as myself, that is, my Jay Reynolds self?" His blurry vision would not let him focus on the room around him. No clue there, but the aches and pains he felt and his difficulty breathing sure made him feel more like a man in his late forties than a teenager. Too many questions, he decided as he drifted back to sleep. Bright sunlight made him blink when he opened his eyes again. After his pupils slowly adapted, his vision was less blurry, although still fuzzy around the edges. No wonder he could not see much last night, in addition to blurry vision he was in an oxygen tent. And he hurt! His head throbbed and his chest felt like a truck was parked on it. His right arm was in a cast from elbow to wrist, how did that happen? Just then, the door opened and a white uniformed figure moved next to the bed. Jake squinted and said, "Who are you?" Nurse Sara Douglas' face fell into a sorrowful mask. Please, lord, not again she silently prayed. Then the heavily bandaged figure smiled at her, "Gotcha", he said. Sara let out a whoop, "I'll get you for that, Mr. Smarty Pants." Before Jake could answer her, Melissa burst through the door. When she saw Jake was awake, she ran to the bed, grabbed his good hand, and started crying. "Hello, Muffin," Jake said, "how long have I been out?" Melissa sniffled and said, "Three days, today is Sunday. Sara and the other nurses let me stay here the whole time." Jake was touched by her love for him. He squeezed her hand again and asked her what happened. She told him what she had seen and what she had heard from others. Jake had grabbed the falling speaker tower and pushed it away from the bleachers. Something on it hit him in the head, then the tower fell on him. He had two broken ribs, a punctured lung, and a broken right wrist -- to go along with a fairly serious concussion. Luckily, his skull had not been fractured. No one else was hurt, thanks to him. He was in intensive care and was not allowed visitors but had about a million people wanting to see him. Melissa was the family's designated representative since she would not leave anyway. It was easy for Sara to get the tight-assed hospital administrator to let Melissa stay because Thornton money built this wing of the hospital; it was even named after Melissa's mother. Melissa went to make happy phone calls to spread the news that Jake was awake; Sara went to call Dr. Malone the neurosurgeon. His next visitor was not a surprise as Cindy the Candy Striper walked in. She came over to the bed and pulled up a chair. "You usually run out of the room when I wake up," he said. "Not any more, I didn't know and love you then." Jake asked her about her love for him; he was as confused as ever about the disconnect between what she said and what she did. Cindy told him that it was simple. She had to be careful about being alone with him because she wanted to make love with him more than anything in the world. She said she was so conflicted between her desire for him and her vow to be a virgin. She also told him that Debbie could get her to do almost anything. His sister seemed to have found the key to her psyche. Cindy said she dreamed of Jake being the one that held her reins instead. He and Melissa, Jake corrected. A shiver ran through Cindy. "That might be even better," she said. Dr. Malone arrived and shooed Cindy from the room. He removed the oxygen tent and gave Jake a familiar battery of tests. Jake mentioned his vision problems and Malone said the corona effect would go away in time as he healed. Jake asked when he would be getting out of the hospital; Malone told him Thursday or Friday at the earliest. The doctor went on to explain that they were going to keep him sedated and asleep as much as possible to help him heal. Jake did not like the idea but, with boredom already setting in, figured it would probably be for the best. Malone made some entries on his chart and left. For the rest of the day his family rotated in and out to sit with Melissa and keep him company. Jake finally got something to eat and felt better when he nodded off at ten that night. Helen finally talked Melissa into going home for some real sleep while Helen took the night shift. The next morning Jake woke up much improved; breathing caused less pain and his vision was almost normal. He still had a non-stop headache but it was tolerable. They moved him to a larger room that morning and allowed him solid food. Melissa arrived with a suitcase and an orderly pushing a bed. She was moving in with him for the duration. Sara Douglas dropped in and thanked Jake for what he did. She made Jake uncomfortable with her praise so she let up on him and went back to the ICU. Visiting hours started at one; his room was filled with people by a quarter after. Maria came in and gave him a tearful hug; she said she had prayed for him continuously. Helen was right behind Maria; she sat by the bed and held his hand. Jesus, Jake thought, things are going to be boring for a while. ------- Helen Turner sat at her vanity studying her face critically in the mirror. She was not unhappy with what she saw. Yes, she had a few laugh lines at the corners of her eyes and at the corners of her mouth but otherwise she looked good for an old broad. A little make-up and she could pass for thirty even in bright light. Helen smiled for the first time since last Friday. Jake was banged up but with no permanent damage; he was his old self this morning. He even coaxed her into flashing her panties right there in his hospital room. She flushed hotly when she remembered promising him she would be without them next time. That man could get her to do anything. She had another reason for smiling; that intriguing young soldier had called and asked her to have lunch with him. Makeup and hair completed, she walked to her closet to pick out an outfit. She decided to go with an outfit Jacob would like; Jacob had excellent taste, she knew the dark blue plaid skirt and light blue long sleeved button up blouse looked good on her. Her undergarments were some of the ones she and Maria had purchased together, a sexy baby blue bra and panty set. She did not plan on anyone seeing them but they made her feel good wearing them. At one o'clock sharp, she watched the soldier get out of a sporty, green, two-seater sports car. She noted his cowboy boots, straight leg Levis, and striped shirt; no trendy or hippy clothes for this man. His left arm was in a cast from elbow to wrist but at least he was not wearing the painful looking apparatus he had on at the funeral. He walked up to her and boldly kissed her on the lips; a lover's kiss that he gave her time to avoid. She did not turn her cheek to him as she could have; his lips sent a small electric current through hers as if she touched the poles of a battery with her tongue. He took her arm and led her into the Breakwater, a bar and restaurant overlooking the ocean. He guided her to a back booth, seated her and then slid in beside her. A pretty waitress came for their drink order. He ordered a Michelob draft. She surprised herself by asking for the same. She had not had a beer in at least fifteen years, but it sounded right. When the waitress left, he dropped his right hand onto her knee. He told her how pretty she was as she opened her knees to make room for his hand. She could not for the life of her tell why she was acting like this; she just could not refuse him anything. She sat up straight and leaned back turning her head to talk to him. She felt so wanton, so brazen, and so very sexy as she sagged her thighs apart wider. He looked down appreciatively at the thrust of her breasts just as she wanted him to. He moved his hand higher on her thigh. She continued to chat with him about this and that until their beers arrived and they ordered lunch. The frosty beer tasted just right to Helen as she leaned against his side. He could balance the mug with his left hand so his hand on her thigh remained. He had moved his hand a few more inches under her skirt by now, his progress maddeningly slow. He finally reached the juncture of her thighs; he kept his palm on her thigh while he teased her clit through the gusset of her panties with his pinky. She was so very close when the food arrived. She was disappointed that he had to move his hand to eat, yet relieved that he stopped before she embarrassed herself by climaxing. They chatted more during lunch; he regaled her with funny stories of his misadventures overseas. She told him about Jacob's heroism. He had, of course, read about it in the paper and commented on what a selfless act it was. It was about then that it dawned on her who he reminded her of. It was Jacob. If she closed her eyes, the cadence of his voice was Jacob's. If she watched him, his mannerisms were Jacob's also. Maybe that was why she let him do as he pleased, it was a conditioned response attuned to the 'Jacobness' of him. After lunch, they walked hand in hand down the nearly deserted beach to the jetties. He leaned her back against the sea wall and kissed her. His passionate kisses were gentle yet demanding -- more Jacob. He gave her the orgasm she craved there against the sea wall; he did not make love to her although she would have let him. He did remove her panties and finger her to a soul-shattering climax as he bite her nipples through her bra. When she regained her composure, she stuffed her panties in her purse and they walked back to their cars. He asked if could call her for a real date and she said yes. She would simply tell Charles she was going out; she had already told him about the young man anyway. But of course, the next day Jay Reynolds met Susan Jean Jones. He called Helen and told her their date would have to be cancelled; she was equal parts happy for him and disappointed in him. At four-thirty, Helen pulled up to the hospital. She laughed as she remembered her promise to Jacob, her sodden pale blue panties fermenting in her purse. When she arrived at Jacob's room, she was greeted by a coterie of females. Some with boyfriends or husbands attached. The Greer's were there, as were Sara and Coach Nelson. Everyone was congratulating Diane Phillips the new acting principal of Kennedy High. Carl McClelland was standing off to the side trying not to look down the low cut blouse Maria had worn to cheer Jacob up. Erika and Melissa were sharing the only chair, occasionally feeding Jacob ice cubes. Bill Greer came over and gave Helen a hug; he told her how sincerely grateful he was for what her son had done. Brian Nelson and Carl both chorused amen. Jake blushed and told them anyone would have done it; he was just there at the right time. Gail Martin and her dad Bob showed up for a few minutes. Gail kissed his cheek before telling him how scared she had been for him. Jake knew it was extremely hard for her to be around him in his banged up condition because of what had previously happened to her fiancée. Before they could refute his modest protestations, the head nurse marched in to evict everyone except immediate family. Helen volunteered to help Jake with his supper while Melissa went home to shower and get some clothes. Helen went for his supper tray; she sat it on the adjustable table and sat down by the bed. She stayed with Jacob talking quietly until he dozed off. She kissed his forehead and went home; it had been a busy day and she had plans for Charles that would make it a busy night. ------- Melissa came back to Jake's room about six; he was sleeping peacefully so she sat down beside him. He looked so angelic lying there; his features softened by sleep. She was happy and relieved that he was progressing so well. The weekend had been hell for her. It was even worse than her father's death because of the extended uncertainty. Her big strong man had looked so fragile swathed in bandages and inside the oxygen tent. Thank god for family and friends, she thought. They were all that kept her sane while he was unconscious. How, she wondered, could she love him more everyday, when she loved him more than anything the day before? Ms. Doane, the school librarian, arrived about six-thirty. She had been at the hospital almost as much as Melissa over the weekend. Melissa got to know a lot about the diminutive Rebecca during their agonizing wait for Jake to regain consciousness. They knew about each other's relationship with Jake, of course; now Melissa understood Jake's attraction to the other woman. Melissa stood up and held out her arms and Rebecca hugged her tight. She had just updated Rebecca on Jake's progress when he woke up. He gave them a lopsided smile and asked for some water. Melissa poured him a glass and sat back down. She pulled Rebecca into her lap and the three of them talked until visiting hours were over. After Rebecca left, the nurse gave Jake his night medications then turned off the overhead lights. Melissa knew her baby was better when he pulled back the covers and showed her his erection. She happily buried her face in his crotch and made it go away. Jake was asleep within five minutes of cumming. Melissa climbed into the other bed but sleep came much slower to her. How were they going to work out their relationship when they were married? She knew that certain women were always going to be a part of Jake's life and therefore part of hers. At least she liked them all and was starting to get a clear picture of what Jake saw in each of them. She flushed hotly as she realized she saw some of the same things in them that he did. She thought that they would all accept her being his wife except maybe Cindy. And thinking about the way Cindy responded to Debbie she had the idea that Cindy could be brought around eventually. Wow, was she horny, she thought as she rubbed her clit. After a good cum, she fell asleep to visions of Cindy kneeling between her legs. ------- Jake thought his recovery was agonizingly slow but his doctor said it was as fast as he had seen anyone heal. His vision cleared up completely by Thursday; he was released from the hospital on Friday, arm in a cast complete with sling, and ribs tightly taped. Charles took him home in the Oldsmobile; even the big smooth sedan jounced him enough to make him wince. Charles helped him out of the car but Jake walked into the house under his own power. Charles gave him a light hug and went back to work. Helen and Maria fussed over him as Jake tried to act annoyed by the attention. Jake marveled at the closeness between the two women; they were like sisters. Jake thought it was great that Helen had found a friend she could relate to. It spoke volumes for Maria's character if Helen liked her that much. His 'nurses' were wearing clothes he knew they had picked for him as each wore a colorful short dress with heels. If their goal was to distract him, they were succeeding admirably. Jake saw teamwork between them when they managed to be in the room one at a time teasing him unmercifully. Jake was rescued when Melissa and his sisters came home from school, or so he thought. The actuality was that he now had three additional sweethearts trying to smother him with attention. Even Angie got into the act. When she was alone in the room with him, she told him that his injury made her see how much she truly missed the closeness they had shared. She said she was conflicted between her love for him and the blossoming love she felt for Tyler. She kissed him and it was not like the sisterly kisses she had been giving him for the last couple of months. He told her not to think she was under any sort of pressure; she would still be his princess, no matter what. She gave him that Madonna smile of hers and kissed him again. Erika arrived at six; she made small talk with his parents for a few minutes, and then came up to Jake's room. Melissa let her in when she knocked on the bedroom door. She sat next to him on the bed and gave him all his schoolwork for the day. She looked fetching in a skirt and sweater; she wore make up, smelled good and he could tell she had spent some extra time on her hair. Jake watched the interaction between Melissa and Erika with interest. It dawned on him that Erika was dressed as much for Melissa's benefit as for his. Then Melissa said she was going to take a bath and went to run the water. Erika sat on the bed; Jake put his hand on her leg. He commented on how pretty she looked, she blushed as she told him Melissa had asked her to wear a skirt. Then Jake's medication kicked in and he fell asleep. Melissa came out of the bath wearing a loosely belted terrycloth robe. She sat on the bed next to Erika, the two quietly gabbing clothes and makeup as Melissa brushed her hair. Erika took the brush, turned Melissa to face away from her, and brushed her long black hair as they chatted. Erika was attracted to Melissa in a most peculiar way. It felt good to hold her and do little things for her. Melissa got up and took Erika's hand; she led her through the bathroom to the guest room. She stopped and grabbed her lotion from the vanity. They left both bathroom doors open so they could hear Jake if he needed them. They sat on the bed in the guestroom; Melissa handed Erika the lotion asking her to put some on her back. Erika took the lotion and helped Melissa pull the robe off her upper body. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed the aromatic emollient on the smooth bronzed back. Erika felt herself becoming aroused for the first time from touching another woman. Nothing more happened between them physically but the seeds were planted for a much more intimate relationship in the future. When Erika left, she kissed Melissa and told her she would see her tomorrow. She was thrilled when Melissa kissed her back and said how happy that would make her. Jake woke up Saturday morning and lay in the bed inventorying how he felt. Almost human, he reckoned -- except his side hurt when he moved. Jake was lying on his left side, broken right wrist propped on a pillow. Melissa was laying on her right side, her incredible butt pushed against his. She woke up immediately when he got up to pee. She went potty while he brushed his teeth. Jake thought that you were officially a couple when you could unselfconsciously pee in front of each other. Melissa bathed him as he stood at the sink. Private Turner sprang to attention as she was washing his balls. When she finished drying his legs she tried to take him in her mouth. Jake was not settling for lip service however, so he asked her to lean across the vanity. He managed to get his Private into her privates but it was excruciating to thrust his hips. They ended up on the bed in a sixty-nine, her with all her weight on her hands and knees suspended above him. ------- The weights clanged as Deborah Denise Turner dropped the barbell into the yokes of the weight bench. She grabbed her towel to wipe off the sweat while looking at the big electric clock on the garage wall. It was eight-fifteen, plenty of time to jump some rope before her ten o'clock appointment. Now that Jake was safely home, she was taking all Saturday for herself. Debbie jumped rope in front of the mirror; she liked the person she saw staring back at her. Thanks to her baby brother, she now knew who she was, and what she was. Jake had actually encouraged her to exploit her strength and force of will. He thought her seemingly bizarre mixture of ripe femininity and hard-edged masculine personality was just fine. Debbie slung her towel around her neck as she bounded up the stairs. She took a refreshing shower then chose her outfit carefully. Black leather miniskirt, white angora five button sweater -- only three buttoned of course --, and black high heeled calf length boots made the statement she wanted. No bra, black lace panties, hair in a ponytail and pink lipstick completed her look. Debbie checked the contents of her cloth knapsack, grabbed her purse, and headed out. At five till ten she pulled up to Tiny's Gun Rack, Tiny had found a M1911A1,.45 caliber pistol for her. "Like new, as if a Frenchman owned it," he said. "It was never fired in anger and only dropped once." If she liked it, he would trade it for her old 9mm Browning. Tiny led her to the shooting range and locked the door behind them. The big automatic was sitting on the firing line table with three full clips. She fell in love with it from the first round she put down range. From a classic design of John Moses Browning, the piece was heavy and loud; but the recoil was actually less than the 9mm parabellum. The slim walnut pistol grip fit naturally in her hand. When she dropped the first clip, Tiny had her sweater unbuttoned. Her panties swept down her legs as she finished firing the second. When the slide locked to the rear after the third clip she laid across the table as Tiny lifted the back of her mini. She made it to the Isshinryu Dojo at eleven-thirty dressed in the jeans, sweatshirt, and tennis shoes she had in her knapsack. She changed into her gi then spent fifteen minutes centering herself. Today the sensei was doing Jiyu Kumite; she was sparing free-style with a couple of the guys who started at the dojo about the same time she did. She was Sensei's star student, and a big reason many guys from Emery Riddle started training there. Debbie saw immediately that her first opponent was not trying very hard, trying to be a gentleman. Debbie blocked his first half-hearted punch and drove her fist into his solar plexus. She hit him hard enough to get his attention but pulled her punch enough so that he could continue. "Don't play, Bob, or I'll hurt you," she told him as she backed up and bowed the traditional Tachi-rei. He nodded and came after her as if she were another guy. They exchanged a flurry of punches and kicks; Debbie took her lumps but gave better than she got in both matches. Sensei asked her some questions about form and technique; she executed the Seisen kata to his satisfaction and confirmed that she had done the required reading. Sensei tied the Hachi Kyu (eighth form) yellow belt around her waist. She murmured, "Thank you, sensei" and went to back to practicing the fifteen Te Waza (hand techniques) and the nine Geri Waza (kicking techniques). Isshinryu was street fighting karate and Debbie loved it. Three evenings a week and one Saturday a month, she drove herself to master it. Debbie was home by two, proudly showing Jake her new belt. Jake congratulated her and kissed the small mouse under her left eye she had received sparring. Debbie put an ice pack on her eye and took a nap; she had a date tonight and wanted to be fresh and rested. ------- Maria adjusted the top of her thigh-high smoky gray stockings, then dropped the hem of her black dress back into place. She checked her hair and makeup one last time, picked up her keys from the counter, and walked out of the house. She felt good in the ensemble she was wearing; she loved dressing up. She wondered why Debbie had asked her to wear such a nice dress just for dinner. She pulled her car into the parking lot of the upscale Garden Room restaurant at ten till eight; she had been told they had reservations for eight o'clock. She saw Debbie's bright blue car immediately so she parked and went inside. Debbie was standing just inside the door waiting for her. Debbie was wearing a red dress that looked spectacular. The meal was excellent and the rum drinks Debbie ordered her were also. She was feeling very good when they left the restaurant. Debbie insisted on driving, so Maria gracefully folded herself into the passenger bucket seat of the Mustang. Debbie said they were going to check out a new club that had opened in Daytona. Twenty minutes later they walked into a small, tastefully decorated bar. The place had a good Saturday night crowd but Debbie found them a table off to the side of the dance floor. Debbie ordered Maria another rum concoction and a club soda for herself. As soon as Maria finished some sips of her drink, Debbie grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. It was when she saw the other couples gyrating to the jukebox that Maria realized that most of the club's patrons were women. She forgot about the clientele though as she enjoyed dancing to the music. They danced to three songs and went back to their table. When they sat down Debbie took the chair next to her and slid it closer. As they chatted, Debbie slipped her hand into the slit of Maria dress high on her thigh. Maria looked at her in startlement. "Open your legs; I want to touch you," Debbie said. Maria was in shock, not once during the evening had Debbie used that voice or this tactic. Both of them knew Maria's resistance was for show. Maria did not even look around to see if anyone was watching them as she slowly spread her legs to make room for Debbie's hand. Debbie kept her hand on Maria's leg the entire evening yet she never touched her mound other than fleetingly. When a slow song played, Debbie pulled her onto the dance floor and held her like a man would. By the time they left the bar Maria was in lust; the combination of Debbie's closeness and the actions of the lesbians at the club had her climbing the walls. Debbie took her to pick up her car then followed her home. She let them in her quiet house and Debbie led her straight to the bedroom. Once in the bed Debbie stripped them both naked and tumbled into the bed on her back. Without a word from Debbie, Maria climbed between her legs and eagerly ate pussy for the first time in her life. Maria loved the taste and the texture of Debbie's sweet love nest. Maria licked every millimeter of Debbie's flesh from her navel to her anus paying loving homage to her alabaster goddess. She nursed two strong orgasms from the writhing young woman before Debbie pushed Maria's face away from her slit. Maria wanted more of the sweet nectar but her lover had other ideas. She reached into the knapsack she brought with her and pulled out a large imitation penis attached to some straps. Tiny had purchased it for her at an adult bookstore in Orlando and given it to her this morning. Debbie bucked the straps around her waist and thighs and pulled Maria by her hair until the older woman's mouth was wrapped around the phallus. When it was slick with spit, Debbie pushed Maria back on the bed and climbed between her legs. Maria quivered with anticipation and trepidation; She had not had anything that big pushing apart her channel since childbirth. Debbie loomed above her and centered the head in Maria's little patch of fur. She moved the tip up and down spreading Maria wetness then started firmly pushing forward. Entry was slow and sometimes close to painful but Maria eventually absorbed all ten inches of the latex lance. Debbie held herself above Maria in the same position her brother used; looking down at the Latina beauty, Debbie started thrusting the dildo in and out. As Debbie picked up speed with her thrusts, Maria acclimated to its size and started pushing her hips up. Debbie lifted Maria's legs over her shoulder one at a time then, with most of her weight balanced at their joined organs, reached down and started thumbing Maria's clit. Maria arched off the bed holding Debbie suspended in mid air as she came explosively. Debbie loved the feeling of power she had as she mercilessly pounded Maria; conversely, Maria enjoyed being ravished this way. Debbie pounded her to two more climaxes before pulling off the harness; with the rubber dick still buried in Maria she knee-walked forward and sat on Maria's face. ------- For Jake, the weekend and following week passed in super slow motion. He could not believe how much the broken ribs limited his mobility. Try as he might, he could not find a position for intercourse. He had a bevy of willing volunteer nurses that would do anything he wanted but he was limited to blow jobs. Erika spent a lot of time at the house; she and Melissa were really becoming good friends. They stayed in his room and kept him company when he was awake and talked about him when he was asleep. Erika was becoming very attached to Melissa. She did not have a close girl friend to share everything with, until Melissa. Then there was the sexual attraction Erika felt for the beautiful dark haired woman. Melissa also had never really had a close friend except for her mother; Erika changed all that. By the following weekend, Jake could walk -- as long as he did not take jarring steps. He got out of the house on Saturday afternoon and slowly walked along the soft-sand beach with Erika and Melissa. The two were inseparable now and book-ended Jake as they walked. Melissa said that as soon as he was well they were going to initiate Erika into their love life. Jake told her she did not have to wait for him; he saw the mutual attraction between the women. Melissa said the wait would build the anticipation. Jake tired quickly from the walk and they headed home. Erika was spending the night with them; Jake was not quite ready for sex yet so tonight was not going to be Erika's initiation. It was still a pleasant evening as they all went out to eat; Jake even managed a short walk on the beach again. Back in Jake's room, Melissa gave Erika a gift-wrapped box as they were preparing for bed. Erika opened it and, with a huge smile, showed Jake the white diaphanous negligee. She rushed into the bathroom and put it on; when she returned Melissa was wearing its twin. The women climbed into bed with Jake. Melissa snuggled her butt against 'Jake's back and put her arm over Erika. Erika took Melissa's hand and put it on her big breast. A contented little group drifted off to sleep. Melissa had a feeling that it would not be the last night the three of them slept this close together. Jake was able to make it to church the next morning with little problem. That afternoon Cindy came by after Erika went home and she and Melissa took Jake back to walk on the beach. He had an easier time walking on Sunday. Jake declared his intention to go back to school the next morning for the last two days before Christmas break. His mother and Maria cautioned him to take it easy; they would miss playing nurse for him. Jake was happy to see his friends and everyone was pleased he was back. The general demeanor of the school seemed better with Skinner gone. Superintendent Greer suspended Principal Skinner immediately after the presentation debacle, appointing Ms. Phillips interim principal. There was little doubt that her position would become permanent. Ms. Phillips did not take any crap but she was at least human. Vickie Greer welcomed Jake back with a big hug right in front of the entire homeroom. Jake had the grace to blush as his classmates hooted 'teacher's pet' good-naturedly. Vickie looked good although Jake could tell she was gaining a little weight. Her sweater was especially tight across her breasts. Her skirt was tighter also; it hugged her heart-shaped ass like black Saran Wrap. Fourteen teenage boys watched every twitch her butt made for fifty minutes; more than one left with his books covering a boner. Vickie kept Jake after class and asked him to call her tonight; she had something very private to discuss with him. Next period, at geometry, Beth made it clear how happy she was to see him. She said she was sorry that she had not gotten to visit him in the hospital but work and school consumed all her time. She said things were getting tough at home and she wished she could move out. Her father and stepmother made it obvious that it would not hurt their feelings if she were gone. Jake did not say anything but he thought that Maria might consider helping Beth. She walked him to his locker and made sure she was against his side when Erika walked up. They were both surprised when Erika gave them each a little kiss. She was definitely becoming comfortable with herself and her new relationship with Jake. Jake was tired by the end of the school day -- but had made it through with no problems. Adding to his good mood was a note from Ms. Phillips that Rebecca handed him at study hall, SAT verification scores were in; he and Melissa both scored 1590. Vindication would have been sweeter had Skinner's nose been there to rub it into. Helen let Jake call Vickie Greer from the phone in the master suite. Vickie told Jake that Bill was at a school board meeting. The rest of their conversation floored him. Vickie said being pregnant made her horny all the time and Bill just could not keep up with his 'homework'. Bill said she needed to find a safe outlet for her hyped up sex drive and suggested she should consider rewarding Jake for saving her life. She said she was already dripping thinking about being with him again. Jake said maybe they could get together during the holidays. Vickie said he needed to make it soon and often. The next day was even better; he could even breathe deeply without pain. He got short of breath easily but Melissa was taking him to the beach for his nightly walks and his stamina was increasing. For the first time in three weeks, he got laid that night. He took Melissa from the rear as she knelt on the bed and he stood on the floor. He even managed to hold off until his lover came before filling her with a massive pent-up load. He was a tired but happy camper when he went to sleep that night. Being able to sleep on his back with Melissa lying on his shoulder was almost as good as the sex. He was pretty much healed now; the cast on his arm the last reminder of his injuries. Tomorrow the twelve-day Christmas break started and his birthday was one month from today. Things were looking up again. Jake reflected that having extra knowledge and a strong teen body did not make him superman, while the attempt to intercept the falling tower did not kill him, another poorly executed stunt might. Yet, Jake could not see how he would have done anything different. He was not going to let something bad happen to good people just to further his ambitions, that would make him as bad as the people he detested. ------- Chapter 32 It was Wednesday, the twenty-second of December, and almost time for real men to think about early Christmas shopping. Jake sat at his desk and made a list of the people he needed to shop for and some concepts for personal gifts. He stuck the list in his pocket and walked downstairs. Charles had already gone to work. His sisters were stuffing packages into the Mustang; they were going to the Thorntons' house to wrap presents with Marisa while Maria was at work. Melissa was at the Thornton Development offices trying to catch up on what she had missed while she tended to Jake. He heard Helen in the laundry room so he headed in that direction. Helen looked yummy in a tennis skirt and tight top with a plunging neck. She saw Jake and dropped the armload of clothes she was holding back into the basket. Jake held out his good arm and Helen eagerly stepped into it. "A beautiful woman who drops what she is doing to stick her tongue down a fellow's throat is a treat for all seasons," thought Jake. After a lengthy kiss, he told her how incredible she looked. She giggled and said she dressed just for him then she flipped up her skirt to show him her naked butt cheeks. Jake smacked her on the ass and told her that he was getting some of that later but, right at the moment, he needed a ride to the bank. Helen laughed again and said she would go put on underwear and meet him out front. Five minutes later, they were rolling towards Palmdale Savings. Helen had the top up on her Mustang so Jake was taking a few liberties under her short skirt. She was purring when she let Jake off at the bank door. Jake checked his account balance; he had a little over three thousand dollars. More than he thought he should have; he filled out the withdrawal slip for two grand. Once again he was going to spend most of his money on women. Helen drove Jake directly from the bank to the coach's rental house. The two made sweet and passionate love for almost an hour. This time it was no quickie or jittery first time. Jake was not at his best; he still lacked stamina. Helen did not see stars and pass out. But it was still something special. She passed her blowjob final exam that day, expertly milking his cum down her throat. She held him as he slept, her pussy awash with his semen. She toyed with his hair as his head lay on her breast, idly wondering if she was too old to have another child. She decided to see her gynecologist-obstetrician right after the New Year to find out. Helen and Jake arrived home at two. Debbie and Angie were already home; a new pile of brightly wrapped presents was under the tree. Jake headed up stairs to work on his shopping list as a Helen, humming happily, started supper. Melissa and Charles both arrived shortly after five. Melissa coaxed Jake into the shower to wash her back. Jake had his cast in a plastic bag rubber banded to his arm. He showed a ton of dexterity in not missing an inch of her perfect body. She returned the favor so they went down to eat squeaky clean. As they lay in bed that night, Jake told her that Thornton Development or TnT Holdings should check out buying some Japanese auto dealerships. Jake said that he thought fuel-efficient cars were going to be the next trend in automobiles. Melissa knew Jake well enough by now to take his business advice seriously. She said she would get someone right on it. She figured that Thornton and Turner Holdings should buy the franchises; she would obtain the capital by having part of her trust secure a line of credit. She would discover that starting the dealerships was easier and less expensive than they initially thought. The Japanese were more than willing to carry the note for building the dealerships and supply the cars. In less than a year, TnT owned a Honda, a Datsun, and a Toyota dealership in Orlando. Thursday morning, two days before Christmas, was time to start serious Christmas shopping. Everyone had work or plans except Jake; executive Melissa told him to get dressed --she had arranged his day. He was curious but she would not tell him where they were going. It was not until they turned on the street where the Doanes lived that he figured out their destination. Melissa laughingly told him that she had arranged a baby-sitter for him. She kissed him good-bye, told him to be a good boy, and zoomed away. Her giggles still echoed in Jake's ears as he rang the bell. Rebecca greeted Jake with tender kisses and loving touches. She looked adorable in a pair of shorts and a frilly blouse. She led him in the parlor, sat on the couch, and insisted he lay with his head in her lap as they chatted. He asked about Katie; Rebecca said she was finishing up some last minute work before she took off for Christmas. She twirled his hair as they caught up on each other's lives. Rebecca had big news. "I'm so excited, Jacob," she said, "I finished my book and sent a copy to a couple of publishers. One showed enough interest to call me. I have been assigned an editor; his name is Lamonte. He sounded mean and crabby on the telephone, but said my book had potential. He is marking up my manuscript and will be mailing me back chapters to rewrite. Maybe I would be happier with a woman editor." "Congratulations, Cakes; I'm thrilled for you. As for the editor situation, maybe you want someone a little feisty to keep you focused; besides he might turn out to be a good guy once you get to know him." "I guess I should at least give him a chance; I'll decide after I see what he sends me. I was wondering if you would give me a pet name. I was thinking you would settle on 'Becky'. Why 'Cakes'?" Rebecca said. "Because you are my Baby Cakes; when I see you I always want to just eat you up," he said as he pulled her lips down to his. Rebecca loved the name and explanation; she also loved what he was doing to her as he slipped his hand up her blouse, palming her firm breast. In less than a minute, she could feel the moisture wetting her panties as her hairless little pussy pulsed with desire. She broke the kiss saying, "Take me to bed, Jacob; I want us to make love. It has been so long since I have had you in me. My tight pussy needs you and my little ass burns for your attentions." Jake groaned when she talked about her ass; it was so erotic, this tiny woman asking him to sodomize her, speaking with a little girl's voice. They walked arm and arm up the stairs, stopping to kiss a couple of times on the way. Once in the bedroom, Rebecca insisted on undressing him. When he was nude lying in the center of the king-sized bed, she slowly stripped for him. After she was on the bed, he positioned her so that her bare slit was over his mouth. He held her rock-hard butt cheeks in his hand; she held onto the high headboard as he started licking her slit. It did not take her long to climb to her first peak. As she moaned her satisfaction, he pried apart her cheeks and began working on her rosebud with his tongue. She went off again as his talented tongue tip tormented her tight tushy. Jake alternated between licking her pussy and tonguing her ass for three more orgasms before sliding her down until she was poised above his prick. He held his shaft at the base as she spread her nether lips. She slowly impaled herself; her tight channel gave ground grudgingly until their hips pressed together. She raised and lowered herself until she had another orgasm. Jake was getting close to coming himself when she stopped. Rebecca rose up until his dick popped out of her then scrambled across the bed to the nightstand. She opened the drawer and pulled out a tube of water-soluble surgical jelly. His little minx slathered the cool gel onto his hard-on and dabbed a dollop on her little star. Repositioning herself over him, she held his throbbing member to her opening and slowly rocked backwards. Her eyes never left his as her weight pushed him through her sphincter. Jake reached down and took one of her hard cheeks in each hand. It was awkward with the cast on right arm but at least his fingers were free. He pulled her cheeks apart and pushed his hips forward. She moaned as inch after inch of turgid tumescence sank into her. "Jacob, my love, I don't know why this feels so good to me, but it's heaven. Nothing comes close to making me feel like your woman as having you deep in me back there." Jake was enjoying himself too much to formulate a reply, so he just nodded and squeezed her ass. When Rebecca had him in her vagina she had bounced straight up and down on him. Now that he was in her anus, the angle of entry changed; so she rocked mainly forward and back. She liked it this way; she could look at him while they coupled. She could show him how much she liked this and how much she loved him. She came twice before Jake exploded in her fundament. When his softened dick slid out of her well-reamed ass, Jake went to the bathroom to pee and wash up. He brought back a warm towel and lovingly cleaned his little ballerina. Jake got back on the bed and pulled Rebecca on top of him again. He loved to have her in his arms like this. He had to laugh when she protested that she was too heavy to be laying on him. They talked about her writing some more; Rebecca said that if her book did well she would probably give up her job and write full time. That way she would be home to take care of Katie's baby. She told him that she had already completed an outline for her next book and would start writing that book itself this week. They kissed as they talked, Jake stroking her butt with his good hand. When he was hard again he rolled her over; propped on his elbows and knees, and made love to her. Their movements were gentle and languid until they came together. After their lovemaking, Rebecca insisted on bathing Jake in the large garden tub in her bathroom. Bath completed, they adjourned to the kitchen for lunch. Melissa arrived while Jake was working on his ham and cheese sandwich so Rebecca fed her also. Jake and Melissa left at noon, headed for the mall. Both gave Rebecca a kiss before they left. Jake started to get hard again as he watched Rebecca respond to Melissa's lips and tongue by pressing her body closer. At the mall Jake went into a couple of different jewelry stores and a leather shop. It took him almost two hours but he eventually had gifts for almost everyone. Melissa helped him carry the bags to her car and took him home. Jake did not buy gifts haphazardly; he had an idea of what he wanted for each person. He went into the store, found an item that fit his needs, then scratched that person off his list. He did not worry about one gift costing more than another; he bought personal gifts -- it was the significance, not the price. The next morning Helen drove him to a few more stores and by noon, his mission was completed. Helen was impressed that he had even bought wrapping paper and tape. Jake wrapped Melissa's gift first; when Melissa returned from work at two, she helped Jake wrap the rest. There were a few large gifts but most were jewelry box sized. Jake sat at his desk and wrote a Christmas card for every gift, each one contained a personal note. Christmas taken care of, Jake went to find Helen. She was in her room doing some last minute wrapping of her own. Jake asked if she had a minute to talk; she said for him, always. Jake told her about Beth Owens and his idea of Maria taking her in. Helen quizzed him about Beth; she was concerned that Beth was a part of the Blaine and Wayne bunch. When Jake reassured her that was not the case, she asked him to invite her over for Christmas Dinner tomorrow. Jake thanked her with a big sloppy kiss and headed to the kitchen to call Beth. It took a while but Jake finally convinced her; she said she would be there around one. Jake went back upstairs, grabbed all his presents, and put them under the tree. The entire corner of the living room was mounded with presents and everyone kept adding to the pile. It was almost embarrassing to be amid so much prosperity. Jake got over the feeling quickly though; he had been on the other side of the fence. With apologies to John Stienbeck, he knew for sure that there was damn little nobility in being poor. The family attended midnight Mass that evening. They sat with Cindy and her folks. Jake was dubious about the strictures of most organized religions but it was hard to refute the message of peace and good will toward mankind that was the Mass. Jake woke up early Christmas morning. Melissa had burrowed almost underneath him to stay warm. It was chilly this morning; the television weatherman said the overnight low would be near forty degrees. Jake slipped out of bed and went to see if anyone else was awake. He was pleasantly surprised to find his sisters sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. He grabbed a cup and joined them. "Just like old times, baby brother; the three of us impatiently waiting on Mom and Dad to get up so we could open presents," Debbie said. "Yeah", said Angie, "Remember how we use to send Jake upstairs to wake them up because he was the baby?" They all laughed as his sisters reminisced about Christmases past. Jake, of course, remembered none of it but enjoyed listening to them. About fifteen minutes later, Melissa walked into the kitchen wrapped in the quilt from Jake's bed; hair tousled and wearing fuzzy slippers. She looked adorable. She climbed into Jake's lap and complained about how cold it was -- it was a complaint that he would hear often during the course of their time together. As soon as the temperature dropped below fifty, she started bitching about freezing. Then, to demonstrate how cold it was, she would put her feet on him. She had the coldest feet in the universe -- Jake tucked the quilt around her as his sisters looked at her askance. It was not that cold to them. They sat around talking for another ten minutes before the parents made an appearance. Once they had all moved into the living room, Debbie got under the tree and started handing out presents; it was her traditional job as the oldest child. She took her time snagging one gift for each of them in rotation. Jake figured that her technique must have driven her siblings crazy when they were younger. Jake got some useful gifts from his family. Charles gave him a gift certificate for a set of golf clubs and said he would enjoy teaching Jake the game. Charles thought he was Arnold Palmer now that he had broken ninety. Never mind that he had not gotten within six strokes of it since. Helen fixed Jake up with some new clothes; good thing, as he had already out grown most of the clothes he started school with -- he was up to six-two, two-oh-five. His sisters had pitched in on a gift certificate for a new surfboard; that was very cool, -- Jake had been an ok surfer in his first life. He was floored when he opened Melissa's gift; she had gone all out and bought him a Rolex Submariner watch. It was identical to the one he had been wearing the day lightening struck Jay Reynolds. She insisted he put it on; he took off his Timex and she grabbed it out of his hand. She waved the cheap plastic watch in the air and everyone cheered. It seemed everyone hated his green plastic timepiece with its matching nylon band. The Rolex felt good on his wrist; he would enjoy wearing it, but if Muffy thought she was getting rid of the Timex she was sadly mistaken. Melissa gave everyone an expensive thoughtful gift. When they protested about her extravagance, she said they were from her heart; she so loved them all so much. The women all started hugging and crying as Jake and Charles looked on bemused. Jake gave Charles a box of imported cigars; the women booed, they all hated the smell. He gave his sisters earrings for their pierced ears. Debbie's were teddy bears; Angie's were little Cinderellas. Helen received an elegant single strand of Akoya Pearl Oasis matched seven-millimeter pearls; Helen gave him a secret smile, he was the only one who knew how much she loved pearl necklaces. He got some serious hugs for his thoughtfulness. Melissa loved the slim leather briefcase he gave her; she was dying to see what was in the little box that was inside and labeled 'open later'. Helen and his sisters went to make breakfast, when Melissa tried to help they shooed her away. She grabbed Jake from his comfortable seat at the nook and dragged him up the stairs. Once in their room she ripped open the box. She stood there holding the box staring at the gold Irish Claddagh ring. She took the ring out of the box and handed it to Jake. Jake slipped it on her ring finger. Melissa was aware of the symbolism of the ring: the hands denoting friendship, the heart, love, and the crown, loyalty. She knew that wearing it on her right hand with the crown turned in meant she was spoken for. That is how Jake put it on her. She hugged him so hard he thought she was going to re-injure his ribs. "Baby, you can't even imagine how special this ring is to me. I am not taking it off until you switch it to my left hand when we get married," she said tearfully. "Two years is a long time to keep it on," he replied. "If it's off my finger you should spank me," she said. "That'll work," he said, "But when I spank you from now on that's not all that is going to happen to that perfect ass." "Promise?" "You can count on it." They walked downstairs and Melissa excitedly showed the Turner women her ring. Helen and his sisters were almost as thrilled as she was with it. "So I guess that makes you two officially an item," Helen said. "Within limits," Melissa said, "Jake is young and I'm not going to make him miss his youth." Helen nodded. This girl was a keeper. Maria and her crew showed up at noon, Tyler was with them; he had driven down from Princeton and arrived late last night. He and Angie kissed like long lost lovers. Angie blushed fire engine red when everyone applauded as they broke their clinch. They had just finished exchanging gifts when Beth Owens rang the doorbell. Jake brought her in and introduced her to everyone. She looked pretty and sweet, having shed her hippie disguise for the occasion. She was shy and reticent at first; but when everyone treated her like family, she warmed up to them. Helen took Maria into the kitchen and explained Beth's plight; Maria was noncommittal but said she would watch closely and get to know the girl. For some reason, Marisa and Beth really got along well. They shared a class in school and Beth had been friendly and open with Marisa from the first day they met. They were both shy and studious. As Maria talked with Beth and saw how she and Marisa interacted, she began to see merit in taking Beth in. While the women were chatting, Jake received dispensation from the parental units to drive to the Doanes by himself. He had to drive Charles' Olds but, hey, he was soloing, that is what counted. Jake tooled over to Rebecca's, carefully obeying the speed limit and followed part of the time by a growing string of increasingly irate drivers. He walked in with the big gift-wrapped box and was greeted by two little elves that would have made Santa drop his tools and forget about making toys. The sisters were identically dressed in green sweaters and super short red minis over green tights. Pointed red elf hats with a silver bell perched rakishly on their blonde curls completed the holiday tableau. They sat him in the parlor and gave him a glass of eggnog. He noticed with a grin that Katie was spiking the eggnog her sister drank with rum. They handed him his gifts and they tore into the box he had given them. Rebecca pulled out the teddy bear dressed like a teacher and gave it to Katie, the teddy bear dressed like a ballerina she put beside her, she hugged and kissed the bear dressed like a football player and they both squealed over the small bear wearing a diaper. Rebecca set the bears up in a chair, football bear in the middle, and baby bear in the teacher lap. Then she and Katie pounced on Jake. Just like the bears in the chair the sat on each side of him and smothered him with kisses. Jake thanked them for the monogrammed robe and leather slippers. While Katie was kissing Jake, Rebecca took all the presents and went upstairs. She came back down and she and her sister took Jake up to their bedroom. The four bears were on the bed leaning against the pillows. His new slippers were under the edge of the bed. In the bathroom, his robe hung behind the door; a new shaving kit filled with men's toiletries was on the vanity. "Won't your other men get jealous seeing my stuff here?" Jake asked. "There might be other men in here Jacob," said Katie. "But they'll learn right away who is the man of this house." Jake spent a pleasant couple of hours with the sisters Doane. They were hilarious after a few eggnogs kick-started Rebecca's contagious mirth and keep them all in stitches. When Jake had to go, Katie stood up a little tousled and walked him to the door. Rebecca was already asleep on the couch. Katie kissed him hotly; she told him it was a good thing he was leaving because one more kissing session and she would be willing to try the anal sex that Rebecca raved about. When Jake got home, the Johanssons' car was in the drive. Jack, Teresa, and Cindy Sorenson pulled up right behind it. He got hugs from Teresa and a hardy handshake from Jack. Inside the house, the festive air was filled with Christmas music and laughter. Jake loved this family stuff; you would have to die to be in a better place than the Turners' house that afternoon. Jake gave Cindy her Christmas present; she loved the gold angel earrings and insisted on putting them on right then and there. She pulled her long blonde hair behind her ears so everyone could admire them. Jake told her sotto voce he had another present for her but he would give it to her next time they were alone together. She shivered when he whispered that in her ear. She gave him a glamour photograph of herself in a silver frame. The professionally posed picture was absolutely stunning. She would later use the same photograph to get her callbacks from auditions in Hollywood. The Sorensons left at seven; Debbie, Angie, and Beth followed Maria to her house to hang out, and they dragged Erik with them. Jake went upstairs with Melissa and Erika, leaving the Johansson and Turner adults laughing and yakking in the living room. Once they were reclusively closeted in his bedroom, the girls told Jake that Erika was spending the night. As soon as they informed him, they disappeared into the guestroom closing the bathroom doors behind them. Fifteen minutes later, they came back into the room wearing their matching nightgowns. The contrast between them was startling; blonde, fair complexioned, Nordic Erica towered over the darkly Mediterranean Melissa. They were both beautiful though, that was beyond dispute. Melissa sat Erika down on the bed and handed her a small gift wrapped box. Jake went to his desk and got her a slightly larger one. Jake's mouth dropped open when Erika showed the ankle bracelet with three connected hearts, engraved E-M-J. Erika handed Melissa the gold chain and Melissa put it on her left ankle. Erika gave her a kiss and a smile then attacked the wrapping on Jake's gift. This time it was Melissa turn to be astonished as Erika held up the necklace with the three initial charms E-M-J. "Thank you both so very much but my middle initial isn't M," Erika said. Jake and Melissa burst out laughing. "I don't know what Jake was doing but I meant Erika, Melissa and Jake," Melissa said. "Me too," added Jake, "It blows me away we came up with the same idea autonomously." "I like that, us all being together, because I love you both," Erika said. Jake turned out the lights, took off his clothes, and joined the women on the bed. Erika and Melissa were already in a passionate embrace; Melissa was on top of Erika lying between her spread legs. Melissa's heated kissing already had the statuesque blonde's juices flowing. Jake could smell her from across the room; the aroma was sublimely salacious. Jake was entranced by Erika's willingness to do whatever the smaller Melissa wanted. Erika was a usually a demanding lover, she and Jake had such good sex because they liked the same things. She was a different person with Melissa, as she seemed eager to do whatever would make Melissa happy. He would have thought it would be the other way around. He watched in awe as Melissa sat up and lifted the negligee over her black mane. "We are going to take you now, Erika; are you ready?" Melissa asked. Erika nodded and said, "I've never been with a woman; I hope I don't disappoint you." "Just do for me what you like done to you and everything will be fine," Melissa said. Erika nodded; Melissa got up on her knees, moved up until she was over Erika's head, and started lowering herself. With a moan, Erika reached up and pulled Melissa down on her face. Erika was single-mindedly focused on Melissa's pleasure; she licked and sucked and probed with her tongue -- gauging and cataloging Melissa's response to everything she did. Jake was not idle while this was going on; he pushed Erika's gown over her hips, then positioned her legs so he could get to her pussy. Erika moaned as he slid into her depths in one long plunge. Erika redoubled her assault on her raven-haired lover's clit as she felt her own climax building. Melissa reached down, grabbed a handful of golden hair, and pulled Erika's face tighter to her as she came. Melissa's orgasm triggered Erika's, her legs shot up and wrapped around Jakes waist as she ground her hips against his. Jake had not cum yet but that was okay with him. He pulled out of Erika and Melissa detached herself from Erika's face. Melissa pulled the negligee's straps off Erika's shoulders exposing her breasts. She latched her lips on one and Jake attacked the other with his mouth. Melissa wormed her way down the bed and buried her face in Erika's fragrant honey pot. Just the thought of the goddess she worshiped eating her caused Erika to climax explosively. Melissa did not let up on her after she came; she brought her to two more screaming orgasms before she released the blonde's tasty clit. By now Jake was just a bystander on the sidelines breathlessly watching Melissa at work. Melissa moved back up the bed and captured Erika's lips with hers. "Do you love me, Erika?" Melissa asked. "Oh yes, I love you and Jake so much it's scary." "Good, we love you too. Jake and I are going to get married, but we want you in our life. Can you handle that Erika?" "As long as I can be with you both, I can." They celebrated their union of three until late in the night. Erika was insatiable and putty in Melissa's hands. When Jake made love to Melissa, Erika guided his dick into Melissa's tunnel. When Jake came, Erika cleaned their organs with her tongue. They talked while they rested. Jake and Melissa told Erika about their plans for the future. It was decided that Erika would become Melissa's personal assistant. Erika had not made any other plans for the future anyway; she did not even know if she wanted to go to college. She would be eighteen in May and could graduate in the summer if she loaded up the next semester and then took two summer courses. Melissa said that she would hire her a tutor to make that work out; if all went well Erika could start college with them next fall, if she wanted. In the interim, she would work part time as TnT's first employee. The direction of Erika's life made a radical turn that night. It was decided that Debbie would start training Erika in martial arts and marksmanship so that she could protect Melissa. In six months, Erika would become almost Debbie's equal. She never developed Debbie's aggressiveness; but when it came to Melissa's safety, she was a ruthless defender. At the same time, Melissa went to work on Erika's appearance; as a result, Erika metamorphed into the epitome of sexy sophistication. Thornton won many a favorable contract because the opposing negotiator was distracted by Erika's presence. At one in the morning, they finally fell into an exhausted sleep -- Melissa's head on Erika's breast, and Jake pressed against Melissa's back. Jake woke up the next morning at eight, rested and ready for anything. He was still pressed up against Melissa, hell, he had to be; there was just barely room for the three of them in the bed. He was going to have to see if he could buy a bigger bed on credit from TFA. His women were having nothing to do with getting up so he jumped into the shower alone. He was dressed and headed downstairs in under twenty minutes, leaving his lovers tied in a sweetly sleeping knot. Since no one was up yet, he started a pot of coffee then went out front and retrieved the paper. Jake was reading the business section when Helen came down nine. She gave him a kiss then poured some coffee and sat down. Helen told Jake how happy having everyone over for Christmas made her. Jake asked about Charles and she said he had drunk a little too much Christmas cheer. She was telling him how famously they were getting along with the Johanssons when the phone rang. Jake quickly grabbed it before it woke up Charles. It was Diane Phillips for him. After exchanging season's greetings, she told him she needed a huge favor. Carl had won a three day cruise for two at the Elk's Lodge Christmas raffle. He wanted her to go but they had to leave Tuesday the twenty-eighth or they could not go at all. She wanted to know if he and Melissa would watch Faith and Hope until their father could pick them up Wednesday afternoon. They would also have to chaperone the girls' birthday party at the skating rink. Jake told her he would have to discuss it with his mom then he would call her right back. Jake asked Helen about it and she said it would be a nice thing to do for Diane and Carl; especially after all they had done for him. He went upstairs to see if Melissa was awake. He was not about to commit to anything without talking to her. Melissa was sitting on the bed propped up on a couple of pillows watching a deliciously naked Erika towel dry her hair. Melissa was going to braid it for her. Jake kissed them both and asked Melissa about helping Diane. Melissa said sure and asked when Ms. Phillips needed them. Jake said he would get the details and let her know. Back downstairs, he called Diane back and got the particulars. Diane said she would need them at her house by eight o'clock Tuesday morning -- the birthday party was from one to three. Everything at the roller rink was already taken care of, including the cake. Charles came into the kitchen, looking all bleary eyed, just as Jake hung up the phone. Helen fixed him an Alka-Seltzer then sweetly told him it was almost time to get ready for church. Charles groaned but dutifully headed back upstairs with Helen. Jake went up also to see if the Melissa and Erika were going with them to Mass. They passed, saying that Erika had to get home. Mass was thankfully short. ------- Tuesday morning Jake and Melissa pulled up to the Phillips' house at eight sharp. Carl McClelland was loading suitcases into his Grand Prix. Melissa went inside to help Diane while Jake went to see if Carl needed any assistance. Carl said everything was loaded then thanked Jake profusely for coming to their rescue and providing timely succor yet again. Jake turned towards the house just as Diane, Melissa, and the twins came out the door. Diane looked pretty in a pink suit and the girls had noticeably matured in the six weeks since Jake last saw them. After a bunch of hugs and admonishments for the twins to behave, Diane and Carl motored off. Jake and Melissa escorted the twins inside to fix them breakfast. Jake, Melissa, and the twins arrived at the roller rink at twelve-thirty; Melissa went to ensure everything was ready for the birthday party while Jake took the twins to get skates. As soon as they had the skates on their feet they pulled Jake out on the floor, each of them held one of his hands as they circled the rink. They took it easy on him because of his cast so it was a pleasant experience. Melissa skated out to join them just as the first of the girls' guests showed up. Jake and Melissa got in a couple of quiet laps before being surrounded by a covey of rambunctious young teenage girls. Jake skated around with each of them as their friends pointed and giggled. He hated to admit that he was having a good time but it was actually fun. The girls were loud and boisterous but well behaved; he teased them about boys and actually made Hope and Faith blush when he said he would be jealous if they had a boyfriend besides him. At two-thirty, they took a break from skating for cake and presents. Melissa brought in a Carvel's ice cream cake with fourteen lit candles. Everyone sang 'Happy Birthday to You' then Melissa said to make a wish. The twins looked straight at Jake as they blew out the candles. The girls opened their gifts; the last they tore into was from Jake and Melissa. Melissa had dragged Jake to a jewelry store and strangely enough, a passport photo joint the day before to get them gifts. When Hope and Faith opened the small boxes they were speechless for the first time since Jake met them. Melissa had gotten each a gold locket on a gold chain. Inside the locket was a picture of Jake; the backs were engraved: one said JT + HP, the other JT + FP. The twins showed the lockets to their friends who were clearly impressed. Jake and Melissa helped them fasten the lockets around their necks, and received thank you hugs and kisses. Parents started arriving about then to pick up their daughters. The twins wanted to skate some more so the four of them took to the rink, Jake with Faith, Melissa with Hope. Jake was happy to leave at four; he still did not have his stamina back and was tired. Back at the house, the pairing from the skating rink stayed in effect. Hope and Melissa started dinner and Jake snoozed on the couch with his head resting on Faith's satin smooth thigh. They ate supper at six; Hope and Melissa had made hamburgers and a salad that were pretty darn good. Jake wolfed down two burgers and the twins kept pace with him. The twins went up and showered, they returned in long tee-shirts with a Monopoly game. The quartet played Monopoly until nine; it was a tough game for Jake as the little vixens made sure one or the other was constantly flashing him. The twins went up to bed at nine-thirty after giving them each a peck on the cheek and a thank you. Jake commented on how good the twins were acting; he was glad they had gotten over the overt sexual aggression they showed at the pool party. Melissa was happy also but was skeptical about them giving up so easily. Of course, she was right as usual. At ten, Jake and Melissa headed towards the master bedroom. Jake had some nocturnal plans for Muffy's muffin; all the nubile flesh he had seen today had him Ready for Freddy. He was brought up short when he opened the bedroom door; Faith and Hope were lying on the bed wearing nothing but their lockets and wide smiles. "It is time for you to teach us how to make love," the twins said in unison as they raised their four arms toward the startled couple. ------- Chapter 33 Jake gaped, fixated by the two cuties in the bed. It was hard to think of them as little girls when you saw their bodies. They were about five-four, one hundred ten pounds, and well-curved with breasts the size of large apples. Their pussies were covered with surprisingly dense bushes. Jake started to turn back and walk away but Melissa grabbed his hand. "Excuse us a minute", she addressed the twins, "We'll be right back." She pulled Jake into the hallway and whispered in his ear, "Follow my lead; we need to get out of here with their virginities and everyone's self-esteem intact." Jake nodded and they walked back into the bedroom holding hands. Melissa started undressing nonchalantly and, after a little hesitation, so did Jake. Faith and Hope did not know where to look first as they darted their eyes from the soft feminine beauty of Melissa to Jake's muscular torso. The two pairs of shiny light brown eyes found a focal point when Jake dropped his underwear and his dick sprang free. They both gasped as his rampant rod waved in the air barely six feet in front of them. Melissa pushed Jake towards the bed and the twins made room for him between them. Melissa positioned Jake on his back and started an anatomy lesson. No teacher ever had two more attentive students as she played show and tell with Jake's equipment. She explained how everything worked and how to handle it. The feeling of the three pair of hands touching him was about as hot a thing as Jake had ever felt. When Melissa finished the nickel tour of Jake's body, they switched places. Jake then conducted hands-on training of his own. It was Melissa's turn to stifle a moan as the twins' busy little hands pinched, poked, and prodded. When Jake finished his part of the lesson, Melissa propped herself up on her elbows. The twins had a torrent of questions so Melissa decided more demonstrations were in order. She positioned Faith and Hope on their backs in the center of the bed; she had Jake kneel next to Faith while she did the same with Hope so that she and Jake were facing each other. Melissa continued her lecture using Hope as a training aid while Jake mirrored her actions with Faith. When Melissa finished her salubrious discussion, they had two horny teenyboppers wiggling and giggling on the bed. To their disappointment, Melissa pulled them up to a sitting observer position and lay on her back between them. She spread her legs and motioned Jake to the saddle. Jake need no further encouragement and quickly positioned himself for entry. He was not the least uncomfortable performing for this audience. He was too aroused to be self-conscious. They twins watched goggle-eyed as he sank his stem into Melissa's steaming pussy. Jake decided to give them a show so he put Melissa's legs over his shoulder and started hammering away with deep power strokes. Melissa started cumming almost immediately and hit crest after crest of delight. The twins could see the predicted rosy flushes of arousal deepen and spread across her chest and neck; the light and sound effects transfixed the twins. Jake rode her through three or four of her orgasms before he let loose himself. His stem stiffened and he shot a rope stream of his cum into her clasping tightness. His orgasm set off a huge one for Melissa who cried out her pleasure. When Jake and Melissa untangled themselves, the twins were still sitting there glassy-eyed with lust. Melissa grabbed Hope and flipped her onto her back. Jake did the same with Faith, then, still following Melissa's lead, dove face first into Faith's sweet little muff. The twin were amazing, they were so perfectly in tune with each other that even their orgasms were synchronized. Lessons continued for another hour; by the time they snuggled up for the night, each girl had a stomach full of sperm, a face greasy with Melissa juice, and enough self-esteem to be president of France. Astonishingly, they did not like going down on each other; they said it was too much like doing it to themselves. "Thank goodness Diane had a big bed," Jake thought as he drifted off to sleep. He and Melissa lay back to back, Melissa holding Hope as Jake held Faith - virgo intacta. The next morning Melissa insisted the twins quickly learn how to act and dress appropriately for mature young women. Jake was surprised at how well they listened to Melissa as the girls became proficient at being very affectionate but not overtly sexual. Ron Phillips, the twins' father, called at ten; he said he would not be able to pick the girls up today. He was a lineman and a freak ice storm had downed a portion of the power lines around Tallahassee. His and other crews from all over the state were being dispatched to help get the lights back on. Jake told him he understood and he and Melissa could hold down the fort until Ms. Phillips returned. Ron asked to talk to the twins who did not seem totally disappointed that he was not coming for them. Jake called Helen and told her the news of their job extension; she told him to bring the twins over for supper that evening. Then she gave him some outstanding news of her own. As they were speaking, Maria was on her way to Oak Ridge with a notary and Jim Peters, the private investigator, to get Beth Owens' guardianship papers signed. Maria did not expect any trouble but the burly ex-cop would be good insurance. Beth was going to get her things and bid adieu to odious Oak Ridge for the last time. Maria's generous nature made Jake proud he knew her. He was going to rock her world for her next chance he got. Melissa called Erika and asked her to come over and help with the young charges. Erika arrived just in time for lunch. After lunch, the womenfolk said they were going to go play dress-up; Jake thought they were a little old for that but wisely did not say anything. He copped a squat in front of the tube and cranked the television to the Blue-Bonnet Bowl. Twenty minutes later Melissa and Erika led the twins into the living room. His jaw dropped when he saw Faith and Hope. Made-up and dressed-up, they looked to be the same age as the older girls. They pranced around and showed off, preening to his flattering remarks. Erika went back to the bedroom with the twins to try another ensemble; Melissa joined Jake on the couch. "Those two are something else," he said. "I'm impressed with the way you handle them; they are a real handful, yet you can get them to do anything you want." "They are actually already adults, trapped in little girls' bodies," she replied, "They are just like I was at fourteen. I'm afraid that if you, dear Jake, don't introduce them to good sex, they are going to find someone that won't be as loving or gentle. I was lucky my first time; they might not be. That would be a shame." "Yeah, well, I am not doing it without Diane's permission; no, make that her blessing. I am not doing anything that could hurt anyone in this family." "That's one of the reasons I love you so much, Baby, you care about everyone. I can't imagine many guys turning down a set of dynamite twins dying for his dick. That is what we will tell the girls -- if their mother asks you to, you will be their first. Ok?" "Ok, that should cool their jets for a while," he replied. "Don't count on it; you know how determined and persuasive they are," Melissa said. They sat and talked about the future for a while. Melissa said that she wanted them to be living in a home of their own when college started next fall. She thought they could find a place that was about midway between Stetson (Deland) and Palmdale. They could visit his family, actually their family she amended, all they wanted and still have their privacy. Jake said that was fine by him. She told him that the astounding twins were accomplished cellists and were even being considered for placement in Stetson's talented and gifted young musician program. "Wouldn't it be delicious if we ended up all going to school together?" she asked. Jake just shook his head in wonderment. He was constantly at a loss for words concerning the incredible people he was meeting in this life. They talked about other stuff for a while then Melissa asked him how long the other three had been gone. Jake looked at his shiny stainless steel Rolex. About ten minutes he said. She got up and pulled him to his feet, she wanted to see what was taking them so long. When they got to the door way to the twins room Melissa peek through the partially open door, she motioned Jake to come look but keep quiet. Jake moved to where he could see, the twins had Erika on the bed; they were topless on either side of her. The younger girls were taking turns kissing her. "Let us see your breasts Erika, you've seen ours," Faith said. "Yeah, Melissa showed us hers but yours are so much bigger," Hope added. Faith looked at Hope who nodded once then fastened her lips to Erika's. Faith moved her hands to the front of Erika's blouse and started unbuttoning it. Erika mewed a weak protest but did nothing to stop Faith's nimble fingers. As soon as Erika's blouse was gaping open, Faith moved up to take over the kissing as Hope slipped the blouse off the buxom blonde. Erika was wearing a nice lace trimmed white bra; Melissa had banned her from wearing the constricting utilitarian model. The twins exchanged another look then rolled Erika on her side so Hope could unhook the bra. Using their uncanny team work the twins soon had Erica naked. One of them continually kept the older girl in a lip lock while the other worked on the disrobing. When they had Erika nude the twins got rid of their remaining clothes and went to work demonstrating their mastery of Melissa's tutoring. Hope was riding Erika's tongue while Faith was nibbling her clit. After Hope came, they switched places. Melissa drew a sharp breath as Hope started to push her bunched fingers into Erika's pussy. It took her a few minutes, but Hope eventually had her hand inside the squirming blonde. Hope used her arm like a dick as she established a rhythm of thrusts that had Erika's hips bouncing up and down. Melissa could not take it and longer; she quickly stripped and joined Erika on the bed. Jake was right behind her. It was crowded on the bed but with four willing women, worth the inconvenience. Jake and Melissa went at it hot and heavy as the twins continued to double-team Erika. When the Nordic beauty was finally worn out, Faith and Hope cleaned her up with tongues and towels; they sent her home smiling. Jake showered with Faith while Melissa showered with Hope; they all arrived at the Turner homestead squeaky clean for dinner at six sharp. The twins were dressed nicely and looked angelic as they sat at the table eating. They impressed the hell out of his parents as they sat there acting as if they would not say shit even if they had a mouth full of it. As Melissa drove them home in Diane's Chrysler sedan, Jake complimented them on their deportment. Hope said they were just following Melissa's example. Jake agreed that they could not have picked a better role model. Melissa had them dressed in nighties when they all piled into bed. The twins were big on snuggling up to sleep; they each picked the same partner as the night before. Jake went to sleep with Faith sprawled across his torso holding him possessively. Thursday was advertised to be a warm day so Melissa called Maria to see if they could come over to swim. Maria said, of course, of course, after all, it was actually Melissa's house. Jake was happy with the idea as it would give him a chance to talk to Maria and Beth for a detailed update. By eleven, there were five girls in bikinis in the pool and more on the way to join them. Debbie, Cindy, and Laurie were coming with Helen. Angie was out with Tyler. Even Helga and Erika were coming over. It turned out that Maria was throwing a shindig for New Years Eve; Helen and Helga were her co-hosts. Before the party committee arrived, Jake asked Maria how it went in Oak Ridge. Maria told him that Beth's father was only too happy to sign the papers. He even offered to let Maria adopt Beth if she gave him a thousand dollars. Maria said that she had to restrain Investigator Peters from throttling Owens for trying to sell his kid. Jake told Maria that he had that much in the bank and he would pay the money if Beth wanted to do an adoption. He figured adoption, regardless of the father's motives, would allow Beth to completely sever any ties with the life she abhorred. Maria had not realized earlier how strong Beth's loathing was; Jake's analysis made overall sense and she agreed to pursue adoption. Jake sat on the pool deck talking to the girls. They tried to talk him into the pool but he put them off. He liked the view from where he sat. The twins were in their little angel mode because Maria was in and out. They had subscribed to Melissa's 'keep private things private' approach; the experiment last night at the Turners' house had proven the soundness of her advice. Helen arrived with Debbie and her pals at noon; Helga and Erika were there at five after. Now Jake really had something to look at. What astounded him was that, of the nine girls in the pool, five were virgins for sure and he suspected Beth was probably number six. Private Turner started pitching a pup tent in his jeans as Jake considered the pop-top six-pack of ripe cherries cavorting in front of him. Just as he was getting to the good part of a harem fantasy, Helen came out and asked him to join her and the other ladies for a minute. He thought he was being drafted for some work detail but put on a smiley face anyway. He thought wrong. Maria said the women basically wanted Melissa and him at their party; however, everyone else would be an adult. So, he had the option of going to the teen party at the country club with the other young people or coming to Maria's soirée. He quickly opted for the adult party; he knew that it would be Melissa choice also. He got smiles and kisses for his choice. Helga had never been to the Thornton home so Maria asked Jake to show her the bar and wine pantry where she could see what liquors and mixes they might need. Jake took Helga's hand to lead her to the big family room with a bar at one end. He showed her how the concealed mirror door to the wine and liquor pantry worked. About two hundred bottles of wine lined one wall, some chilling in a large glass door cooler. An equally impressive array of liquors was on the shelves on the opposite wall. Mixes and soft drinks were stacked against the back wall. A door on the back wall opened on a narrow hallway that led to the garage. Jake had been in here once before when Melissa gave him a tour. He had noticed that, with the light out inside the wine pantry, the wall behind the bar was a functional one-way mirror. After a quick inventory, Helga decided that a couple of cases of Seven-Up and Coke would be all they needed to augment the impressive collection. Jake showed her the passageway to the garage. Helga said she and Sven would bring the sodas in that way when they arrived Friday night. The garage sported three double doors and was big enough for half a dozen vehicles. Russell's XKE was parked at the far end along with a big 1969 Bentley. Melissa was keeping the two cars because her father had loved them. As soon as they were in the garage Helga put her arms around his waist, leaned her forehead against his, and did her best to implant her breasts in his chest. In heels, she was a little taller than he was. "I've missed being alone with you, Jacob, missed being in your arms, and missed feeling your hands and lips on me." Jake set his hands on the flare of her hips. She had lost even more weight than her daughter, but was still a plush handful. They kissed like familiar lovers, sweet and unhurried. Jake savored the feel of her against him again. "I missed you being in my arms, although it feels like there is less of you to hold now," Jake said. Helga smiled and swooped her lips into his again. As they kissed this time Jake slid his hand up between her legs. He pressed and fondled her mound through her already-damp panties. "Jacob, Sweetie, you must have noticed how well Sven and I get along with your folks. Would it hurt our relationship with you if we got even closer to your parents?" Jake decided to have a little fun with Helga, "You mean like swapping?" "Well, yes, I guess it might lead to that eventually," Helga said blushing. "I guess I can handle that as long as it's nothing permanent. Are you going to give Dad your special spoon?" Helga's blush deepened; she looked down and whispered, "No, Jacob, that's just for us. In fact, I guess, if I'm bad tomorrow night, you'll probably need to use it on me." "You can count on that," he said. Helga giggled and took his arm; she said they had better go back in before someone came looking for them. Jake escorted her back to the kitchen then went back to the pool. This time he shucked down to his Baggies, turned around to moon them, then cannon-balled into the pool. The girls shrieked when he showed them his ass; when he hit the pool, the girls all swarmed him. Jake smelled a plot when the other girls managed to get Beth into his arms. "Old Beth has been hiding a nice plush body," he thought as he coaxed her into a kiss. When they broke their kiss, she spun away red-faced as soon as the other girls whooped and cheered. The teens splashed around for another half hour; then the wet and shiny girls got out off the pool to find some grub. Jake pulled himself out of the pool, toweled off, and went to change into dry clothes. He tracked down Beth in the kitchen and dragged her into the living room. They sat on the couch as Jake asked her if she was happy. She nodded enthusiastically and raved about Maria, Marisa, and the chance at a new life. She said that in less than a week she felt more a part of this family than she had felt since her mother died. She did not in the least miss her father or brother; for the first time in years, she felt safe and secure. It was a relief not to have to constantly fight off her groping father and worse brother. The thought of the Owens men trying to take advantage of Beth pissed Jake off. Those two needed an ass whipping -- once the adoption went through. Jake now understood why she was so insecure about sex and affection. Jake, Melissa and the twins stayed at Maria's for supper. She sent Tyler and Angie to see the Colonel for some secret recipe fried chicken with all the trimmings. At seven, Jake and the ladies headed back to the twins' house. Hope and Faith were hot to trot and Jake put the bug in Faith's ear that he would like to watch them double-team Melissa the same way they had done Erika. He got his wish as they spent an hour putting his little love muffin Muffy through her paces. Carl and Diane returned home the next day at noon. Faith and Hope were freshly-scrubbed, nicely-dressed, and trying out their new behavior. Diane looked at Jake in disbelief; he just shrugged and pointed to Melissa. Diane pulled Melissa aside for a chat as Jake and the twins helped Carl unload the car. Diane and Carl had gifts for them all. They gave Jake a little hula girl in a grass skirt. He kept it on the dashboard of every car he owned for almost ten years as a memento of an educational baby-sitting episode. Jake and Melissa said good-bye to the girls and headed home at two. A tearful Hope and Faith made them promise to baby-sit for them next time their mom had to go anywhere. ------- Jake and Melissa arrived at Maria's at eight-thirty. Jake had on a gray suit; Melissa wore a strapless black cocktail dress that showed a lot of cleavage and hugged her sweet ass tightly. Her makeup was perfect; she looked like the sophisticated adult she really was. Jake also seemed older; he did not look like he was just shy of sixteen by any means. In addition, he carried himself in a manner that would allow him to pass for twenty-five easily. The party was just getting started when they arrived. There were about fifty people in the large open family room with more arriving by the minute. Jake was pleased to see the Greers standing by the bar; Bill was working on a double Jack Daniels and Vicki was sipping club soda, the standard potion of impending motherhood. Jake waved to his folks and the Johanssons as they stood chatting by the fireplace. He and Melissa headed towards Maria to greet their hostess. Maria was talking to a distinguished looking gentleman in his late forties or early fifties. She greeted them with hugs and introduced her date as Barry Miller, the 5th District Court's State's Attorney. Barry shook Melissa's hand gravely and told her his office was still actively investigating her father's death. Maria was hanging on to Miller's arm possessively; it was clear more was going on than met the eye. Jake was happy for Maria; she deserved something good in her life -- maybe this man would be it. Jake and Melissa walked around mingling with the other guests; they knew almost everyone from the country club. They were near the bar when Sara Douglas and Brian Nelson walked in. Jake got a hearty handshake from the coach and a big hug and kiss from Sara. Then Sara held up her ring finger to show Jake an engagement ring. Jake whooped and hugged them both. Yes! Good things happening to good people; Jake was ecstatic. Melissa gave them hugs and kisses also and showed them her ring; it was a regular love fest. After another round of congratulations, Sara and Brian went to make the rounds while Jake and Melissa went to the bar to join the Greers. Jake had told Melissa about Vickie's declaration; Melissa thought it was cool. When they got to the bar, she engaged Bill in conversation, her hand on his arm. She leaned toward him making sure he had a good view down the bodice of her dress. It took her less than thirty seconds to get the superintendent of schools on the dance floor. Wow, thought Jake, she was putting it on thick. Vickie gave him a smile. "I'm supposed to start trying to seduce you tonight, Jacob; Bill's all excited about seeing me get a young school boy hot and bothered." Jake laughed, "You got this school boy hot and bothered as soon as he saw what you were wearing." Vickie did look smashing in a backless, shimmery green, low cut dress. The dress was loose and flowing to her ankles but slit up the side almost to her hipbone. You could clearly see the globular outline of her increasingly full breasts. Vickie joined in his laughter. "What is your girl friend up to? She has Bill all flustered." Jake shrugged, "She has a thing for older men; plus I think she is trying to help me out by distracting him." Vickie looked at him sharply. "She knows about us?" "Yep, I don't keep much from her. Melissa says that she wants me to experience other women so when we get married I won't have any regrets." "She is an enlightened young woman. Let's go dance along with them; I want to feel you holding me." Vickie and Jake made their way on to the dance floor; Jake held her lightly as they circled the floor. Jake and Melissa hung out with Bill and Vickie most of the evening. As the night progressed, everyone was starting to loosen up. Melissa had a few glasses of champagne and was vivacious and funny. Bill Greer was charming and amusing with a few drinks in him. By eleven, the lights were down low and the romantic music had everyone mellow and lovey-dovey. People were making out on the couches, dancing sensuously, or disappearing outside into the surprising warm night. Jake saw Helen dancing with her head on Sven's shoulder; Helga and Charles were nowhere in sight. Melissa had Bill on the dance floor riding his thigh. Jake caught her attention and inclined his head toward the kitchen. She nodded and started nibbling Bill's ear. Jake took Vickie's hand and led her through the kitchen into the dark garage. He guided her to the Bentley, opened the door, and let her slide across the expansive back seat. Vickie wiggled out of her dress; all she wore under it was a tiny pair of French cut green panties. Jake's coat and tie were back at the bar; he made quick work of shedding the rest of his clothes. He laid Vickie on the plush leather seat, pulled off her panties, and dove face first into her still hairless muff. Vickie started cumming within two minutes of his oral assault. He kept his lips glued to her pussy to bring her to three or four more orgasms before she grabbed his ears and dragged him on top of her. He held himself up on stiff arms as he plunged onto her welcoming depths. Jake had established a nice rhythm that was pushing all the right buttons for Vickie when the kitchen door opened. Jake's eyes widened as he saw it was Melissa hauling Bill Greer behind her. He stopped moving as the pair approached the Bentley. What in the world was she doing? She thankfully stopped at the rear of the XKE and sat Bill on the boot. Bill looked dazed as she reached back and unzipped her dress. When the zipper reached the limit of its travel the bodice fell forward exposing her well-formed breasts. Jake motioned Vickie to silence and pulled her up so she could see. Melissa pulled Bill's head to her right tit and he started sucking and licking. Melissa looked at the Bentley and smiled. Jake pulled Vickie up onto her knees and smoothly reentered her from behind. Cautioning her to keep quiet, he started a slow stroke. While Bill played with her succulent orbs, Melissa wiggled out of her dress. "Where do you think your wife and my boyfriend are?" Melissa asked. "Mmfph," Bill mumbled, mouth full of firm flesh. "He is so hot for her; he is always talking about how perfect her ass is," whispered Melissa. Bill groaned. Melissa gracefully squatted down and unzipped Bills pants. She pulled out his respectable sized member and said, "Do you think they are someplace making love? Jake can really do it. If he gets his big thing in her, she's going to want it again. He is addictive. Are you going to let her?" Bill was nodding yes vigorously when Melissa took him in her mouth. In less than a dozen strokes, his cum gushed down her throat. Melissa did not lose a drop; it was a classic immaculate Muffy moment. When the well was dry, she gracefully stood up and pulled off her panties. He stood up and she took his place leaning on the Jag. She looked like an erotic move poster standing there in her black heels and thigh highs, feet spread about two feet apart. She pointed down and Bill knelt before her. She hooked her right leg around his head and pulled him to her glistening slit. She talked to him as he ate her. Her words thrilled them both. She told him that when he ate Vickie tonight her pussy would be full of Jake's sperm and that he came a lot. It did not take Melissa long to climax. She held him tight to her vagina as she moaned her release. Bill was hard again and wanted to fuck her but Melissa would not let him. "Maybe next time," she said. Jake was still slowly sawing in and out of Vickie as they watched their significant others in action. It was intensely exciting to both of them; Jake had to clamp his hand over Vickie mouth when she came as Melissa was talking about Bill eating her cream-pie. As Melissa dressed for departure, Jake sped up a little and started rhythmically squeezing and stretching Vickie's perfect ass. She had a final massive orgasm just as the kitchen door closed behind her husband. Jake dumped a massive load into her as her tight slick passage gripped him during her climactic orgasm. They wiped themselves off with Jake's jockey shorts and redressed. As soon as they reentered the house, they each made a beeline to a bathroom to get freshened up. When they rejoined the couples on the dance floor, they bore no evidence of what they had been doing. When the count down to midnight was complete, Jake and Melissa kissed passionately. Then they moved around the room kissing everyone. Melissa was a little drunk like most of the women there and bestowed some lethal smooches. Jake collected his share of tongue also. By one o'clock most of the crowd had departed. Jake walked Sara and Brian to the door. Sara said she needed to pick him up at one the next day to introduce him to the people who were renting coach's digs. She also said they had bought some new furniture Jake ought to see. Jake said it sounded good to him; he would see her at one. At one-thirty, the only people left dancing to the reel-to-reel tape of slow romantic music were Maria and Barry, the Johanssons and the Turners. Jake and Melissa bade everyone good night and walked out the door. Once outside, Melissa grabbed Jake's hand and dragged him to the side of the garage. She fished her key ring from her black clutch purse and let them into the garage service door. She motioned him to be quiet and silently opened the door to the hall behind the liquor closet. Five minutes after they had ostensibly left, they were watching the couples in the big open family room through the one-way glass above the bar. By now Sven and Helen were slowly swaying to the music exchanging heated kisses. Charles was also kissing Helga while caressing her big breasts. Maria and Barry were on one of the couches, hands busy in each other's crotch. When Jake and Melissa snuck out of the house, Helen was on her knees demonstrating her newly learned oral skills for a very attentive Sven. Charles had Helga bent over the arm of a chair, holding her breasts as he took her from the rear while Maria was bouncing up and down on Barry's boner. It was a happy sextet celebrating the occasion. Jake drove home while the tipsy Melissa lay across the console gobbling his drumstick. He told her how sexy she had looked sucking off Bill Greer; she said she knew he was watching and knowing made her really hot. He told her that on Sunday he was going to thoroughly spank her for being naughty -- so she should be ready to accept her chastisement. She shivered as she remembered his promise that he was going to take her anally after he spanked her the next time. When they arrived home, they were barely in the door before they were urgently naked. They made love on the living room floor. At the Greer house, Vickie, having been enthusiastically eaten to orgasm, was getting her second ride of the night; Bill was insatiable and pounded her relentlessly as she told him more details about how Jake had taken her so masterfully. ------- Sara picked Jake up at one sharp the next day. She was driving coach's car, she said hers was in the shop. She told him her wedding plans as they drove to the small rental house. She and coach planned a June wedding. Brian's brother was going to be best man; they wanted Jake to be in the wedding party also. He and Carl McClelland would be groomsmen and ushers. Jake said he would be proud to be there. When they arrived at the house, a sporty Mercedes 300SL was in the drive already. The vacation renters must have some dough, thought Jake. She let them in and Jake admired the new living room furniture. There was also a new dinette set. As they walked toward the bedroom, Sara stopped at the closed door and turned to face him. "Jacob, I thought that you might miss the special times we had together so I have a little surprise for you. She opened the door to the bedroom and Jake's jaw dropped as his eyes bulged. A huge four-poster bed now dominated the room. Most astounding of all was the sight in the bed itself. Spread-eagled and tied limb to post was Sara's formerly haughty aunt, Liz. Her sex was completely shaved and a bottle of baby oil sat on a towel beside her. "Hello Master," Liz said, "I have been waiting to serve you." ------- Chapter 34 Jake swung his bug-eyed gaze from spread-eagled Liz to Sara. Sara laughed and said, "You kids have fun; I'll let myself out." Jake studied the woman lying tied and open on the bed. Elizabeth Moran was a vision, no doubt about it. She was tall, at least five-ten, and rapier thin. She could not have weighed more than one-twenty. Her hair was even longer than Helga's; it was artfully arranged over one shoulder trailing down almost to her waist. Her skin was milky white and flawless, no marks, scars, or stretch marks. Her slightly asymmetrical eyes were a blue so dark they appeared purple. She had a regal aquiline nose above pouty bee-stung lips. Her breasts were small but well formed; her hips were narrow and boyish. Liz's legs were probably her best feature; they were slim, muscular, and probably the longest Jake had ever seen. She was a thoroughbred. Jake climbed up on the bed and touched her for the first time by trailing his good hand lightly across her breast, which quivered under his touch. "We need to talk first," he said as he started untying her. "Yes, Jacob," she said. She had been loosely tied with four silk scarves, more symbolic than functional. He took her hand and she gracefully slid off the bed to her feet. They walked into the living room and Jake sat on the couch. Liz started to sit down also but Jake pointed to the floor. She quickly assumed the submissive posture Sara liked, naked on her spread knees, sitting on her heels, back straight and shoulders squared. "Now tell me what this is all about," he demanded. "I want what Sara had with you, Jacob; when we are in this house I want to be completely yours. I am a strong woman Jacob; I'm rich, beautiful, and successful -- but I am not happy. I have trouble with relationships; I have never found a man who could satisfy me, yet I am not interested in women. With you, it's different; you excite me and make me feel all girlish inside. I have masturbated often thinking of being here with you just like this." Jake nodded and sat silently in thought. Did he want this? He certainly did not need another lover; he had a bevy of willing bed partners already. But his inner voice told him that this woman was going to be something different, that she would be more than just his sex slave. He made his decision. "Stand up," he ordered. She arose gracefully to her full height, her posture perfect. Jake took her arm and pulled her across his knees. She draped herself gracefully, her small ass centered in his lap, hands and feet touching the floor. He laid his left hand on her butt; he could feel the muscles of her cheek ripple at his touch. She was breathing hard in fear and anticipation. He raised his hand and gave her ass a stinging slap; she jumped and let out a low moan. "If I make you mine, it won't be just in this house," he said giving her other cheek a resounding smack. "You have to submit to me unconditionally, anytime and anywhere." Another sharp report rang out as his open palm met her silky smooth bottom. "I plan on sharing you sexually with my girlfriend. You will have to please her just as you do me. If you can agree to that, our relationship will proceed. This spanking (smack) is for the way (smack) you treated me (smack) last summer (smack), when it's over (smack) so is our (smack) past history (smack)." He gave her another dozen hard slaps on her skinny ass; she moaned and cried as her butt cheeks turned from white to red, but she was grinding her pussy into his thigh the entire time. Liz was finally being fully aroused by a commanding man; the thought of doing another woman was inherently distasteful, but the idea of being under his control was the most compellingly intimate thing she had ever contemplated. The thought of saying no never crossed her mind. This had been her dream; it could now become her reality. If he could make her feel this good, this free, in only fifteen minutes, imagine how good her future would be. "Oh yes, Jacob," she said breathlessly, "I can do that. I want to do that. Please let me do that. But you are going to have to teach me exactly what to do, discipline me, train me how to act. I really don't know much about sex, but you'll find me a willing and obedient pupil. And I am truly sorry we got off on the wrong foot; I beg you to forgive me for that." Jake took her back to the bedroom; this time he made sure she was indeed securely tied to the bed. He told her to find some better restraints for next time as he sat on the bed playing preliminarily with her body. He normally liked his women a littler plusher, but had to admit that there was a certain esoteric charm to this lanky woman. His first order of business was to give her a big hickey on the underside of her breast. She chirped her approval as he marked her. As a surprise for Jake, she went out the next week and had his initials tattooed in that exact place. His next order of business was to get between her thighs and eat her until she screamed her release. One of her infrequent lovers had once tried to go down on her, but she had thought the idea repugnant and stopped him. Now, helplessly tethered to the bedposts, her master was showing her how mistaken she had been. She had a pussy made for eating. Her thighs did not touch at the top by an inch and half. Her slit lay in the gap, prominently exposed. Her mound tilted up and out; she had to wear a pad when she wore pants or shorts to keep the outline of her pudendal pouch from showing. Her clit was small and well hidden; when coaxed out of hiding, however, it was super responsive. When she hesitantly told him she was too sensitive for another oral assault, he untied her legs and mounted her. She was hot and wet, not very tight, but her hip action was exceptional. He put her legs together with his knees outside, which tightened her up. The legs together position also allowed his pistoning shaft to be in constant contact with her throbbing clit. Another orgasm rocked Liz, her loud cries echoed off the walls for almost a minute. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, thanking him repeatedly. When her breathing returned too normal, Jake pushed her legs up and back until her knees touched her lemon drop breasts and went for his own climax. She came again seconds after he started spurting into her. She insisted on the full course of treatment the first day, actually begging him to take her in her narrow ass. She did not cum from being taken anally, but the act of submitting to him made her see stars as Jake diddled her clit. Uncorked, she bathed him and blew him in an act of homage. She was adept at sucking a man to orgasm; in the past it had helped her quickly end many a disastrous date. As they dressed to leave, she told Jake how absolutely satisfied, happy, and fulfilled she was. She was already making silent plans on how she was going to fix up their love nest, as she lovingly deposited him at his front door. ------- Their affair in fact lasted only slightly more than a year. Jake never did involve Melissa; it just did not feel right to him. Liz did purchase and redecorate the bungalow, adding personal touches here and there with an eye towards Jake's comfort. She had the bathroom remodeled to accommodate a large triangular jetted tub. The second bedroom she turned into a masculine study and office for her master. Liz had an expensive stereo system installed and bought a color television for him. Once or twice a week she pampered Jake to her hearts content. Jake in turn had an uncanny ability to unlock her repressed desires. He did to her everything she had ever dreamed of; she got to be a queen and a hooker. She was a naughty schoolgirl and a blushing bride; she packed a life time of experience into that year. In January of 1973, Liz flew off to Europe. Two months later, she was dead; as the tumorous time bomb ticking in her cranium finally exploding. It was only after her death that Jake learned the full story about the extraordinary woman he had grown to care so much about. Sara's uncle Sid filled him in after the funeral as both men sat crying in the back of a big black limousine. Elizabeth Moran had been born Elizabeth Morano, the daughter of Salvatore Morano. 'Big Sally' Morano was the Don of the mafia family that controlled organized crime in southern New Jersey. After the death of his first wife, Big Sally had married a smart, leggy, blonde dancer from Atlantic City who performed under the name of Bonnie Brewer. The new Mrs. Morano bore the Don two children, Sidney and Elizabeth -- she had insisted on non-Italian names for their progeny. She also got Big Sally to invest in some legitimate businesses. When son Sidney completed college, he took over a thriving group of companies while his older half-brother Gino ran the family's shady operations. Elizabeth was sent to the finest finishing schools in Switzerland and graduated cum laude from Vassar. After Big Sally's untimely death, reportedly courtesy of the Gambinos, Bonnie Morano moved with her children to Palmdale and changed their name to Moran. As Sid was finishing up his story, a large swarthy man slipped into the limo. Sid introduced Jake to Gino Morano, shadowy capo régime of the influential Morano syndicate. Gino solemnly shook Jake's hand, looked closely at his face for a few silent moments, and gave him an envelope and a business card. He told Jake the manila envelope was from Liz. The card contained Gino's personal and private telephone number. As Gino exited the car, he told Jake that the family was grateful for him making his sister's last year so good for her. There was no favor that Jake could not ask for, ever. Jake had Sid drop him off at the bungalow; it was the only place he would consider being as he read whatever final message Liz had written for him. He sat at the kitchen table and tore open the envelope. It contained the deed to the house signed over to him, a bankbook, and a handwritten letter. He read the letter first: My Dearest Jacob, Forgive me for running away, my darling, but it was time; I was starting to lose control of my body and did not want anyone, least of all you, to see me that way. I love you Jacob and I am vain enough that I want all your memories of me to be of when I was beautiful and vivacious. Jacob, there are no words to express how happy you have made my last year. You fulfilled all my fantasies and gave me a sanctuary that I could escape to. When I was with you, the cancer that was slowly sapping my essence was forgotten, incinerated by the passion we shared. Thank you, my love, for the memories; I can lay here in my hospice bed and relive our good times together. I am giving you our house; no one else could ever appreciate it but you. And I am giving you a little something to help you on the road to realizing your ambitions. Do not grieve for me, Jacob. I am not in pain and I am at peace; but do think about me sometimes, please. Who knows, I may hear your thoughts and smile for you, my true master. Love, Liz Jake wiped at the tears streaming down his face. He carefully folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. He looked at the deed for the house. He would keep it, of course. Throughout the rest of his life he continued to come back to the little house whenever he had serious solitary thinking to do. He always felt Liz's spirit brought tranquility here and gave him extra strength. He flipped open the Palmdale Saving Bank pass book and stared at the only entry, an initial deposit for $1,000,000. He laughed ruefully; he would have readily given the money away for a chance to tell Liz good-bye in person. Jake never spent a dime of the million dollars. The interest on the initial deposit was awarded annually as the Elizabeth Ann Moran scholarship. The scholarships were awarded to young women in the area who wanted an education in the medical field but did not have the resources to go to college. ------- Jake went to school on Tuesday January 4, 1972 a contented man. His Christmas break had been fantastic and life in general was outstanding. In addition, his arm cast was coming off today. He was whistling a tune that had not been written yet when he cruised into homeroom. Vickie Greer gave him a secret smile as he threw his books on his desk and slipped into his seat. She looked like she was one of the female students pushing the dress code. Her skirt was short and tight and it was obvious she was braless under her sweater. After class, she handed him a note at the door. He read the note on his way to geometry; it said that Bill would like Melissa and him to join them for dinner Wednesday evening. Beth met him outside the geometry classroom; he had to look twice to make sure it was Beth Owens. She was stylishly dressed, her former straight hippy hairdo replaced with a feminine shoulder length cut that softly curled and framed her features; her granny glasses had given way to contacts. Jake kissed her on the cheek and told her how good she looked. Jake was not the only student who noticed the transformation as they walked to their seats; it was as if swiveling bobble heads had been placed on the shoulders of many students -- both male and female. Beth walked Jake back to his locker as usual; there Erika sidled up as Jake was retrieving his chemistry workbook. Erika must have talked to Vickie Greer about what to wear today; she also had on a miniskirt with a tight top. Everyone must be trying for a new look for the new year Jake guessed. Jake groaned when someone from the administration office came for him during Mr. McClelland's lecture; his classmates, knowing of his past experiences, laughed at his reaction. When Jake arrived at the office he immediately noticed that the atmosphere was much friendlier than it had been under Skinner's tenure. He was ushered immediately into Ms. Phillips office. Diane stood up to greet him with a tight hug. Jake was slightly embarrassed as there was also another woman in her office. "Jacob, this is Karen Jessup; I convinced Mr. Greer to transfer her to Kennedy to take over the Guidance Counselor's Office. We have been best friends since college." Jake shook the proffered hand and looked Ms. Jessup over. She was an attractive woman, albeit a little overweight. "Do you have to be pretty to be a guidance counselor?" Jake asked. Both women laughed. "See what I mean, Karen; he is as charming as he is handsome." Karen eyed Jake speculatively, and perhaps for an unnecessarily long time, "Yes, he is." Introductions and innuendoes dispensed with, they got down to academic business. Jake's CLEP results were in; he did very well, his lowest score was a more-than-acceptable eighty-five in history, all the others were over ninety. Jake was free to apply for college. Jake was salivating at the idea when Karen made a proposal which caught Jake's attention. She suggested that Jake stay in his high school until the end of the year and work to get his diploma there. She would work up a second semester schedule for him that put him in college prep courses or electives. He could take just the final exams for any other courses required to graduate. If he passed the exams, and took one more varsity sport to get another physical education credit, he could walk across the stage in May with the class of '72 and his family and friends in the audience. Jake thought it was an excellent plan that would please many people, especially since he could not actually complete all the paperwork and start college until the next fall anyway. "That's a great and thoughtful idea," he said. "Good", Karen said, "We are going to have to work together a lot to make this happen. Diane told me how hard it is working one-on-one with you. Are you going to behave yourself?" "Probably not," Jake replied tersely. The two women were still laughing when laconic Jake left. At study hall later that day, Jake helped Rebecca put away books as they caught each other up on what was happening in their lives. Rebecca said she had resubmitted her manuscript incorporating most of the corrections and ideas her editor, Lamonte, suggested. She said he really was a good editor and the rewrite was much better than the original. She hoped to hear something back from the publisher in the next week to ten days. She was also anxiously awaiting the results of the pregnancy test Katie took yesterday. She had the classic morning sickness and had missed her last period but they wanted confirmation from a doctor and laboratory. Jake said he would have his fingers crossed for both of them. Jake told her about the CLEP test results and the creative plan Karen Jessup had come up with. Rebecca was thrilled that he would be staying close for the rest of the school year. Helen picked him up after school and drove him to the hospital. X-rays confirmed that his wrist had healed so the cast came off. It was a monumental relief for Jake to be rid of that itchy thing. At dinner that night, he updated his parents on what was happening about school and college timelines. He and Melissa had already discussed it and started finalizing their personal plans for the next couple of years. The doorbell rang at seven; Charles answered it and called to Jake. It was Katie; she asked him if he had a few minute to take a ride with her. Jake said yes, told the folks he would be back shortly, and grabbed his jacket. Katie came through on her promise of doing him in the back seat of her Lincoln Mark II. She was bouncing up and down on his dick when she told him the rabbit died. The Doane baby was due around the middle of July. The following evening Melissa picked Jake up at five-thirty. She had been cheering at a home basketball game and still had on her uniform. Jake told her she probably had time to change before they needed to go. She gave him an enigmatic smile and said she would be fine as soon as she made a few adjustments for Bill. When they pulled up to the Greers' driveway she shimmied out of the maroon garment that she wore under the short cheerleader's skirt, leaving on her white panties. Then she did the 'remove-the-bra-from-under-the-clothes' trick. Man, Mr. Greer was going to pop his eyeballs when he saw her, thought Jake; she was capital H-o-t. Melissa's firm teenaged breasts swayed provocatively under her sweater as they walked to the door. She pulled her skirt up even further on her waist so that it was noticeably shorter as Jake rang the doorbell. Jake did not know exactly what to expect when Bill greeted them at the door. He ushered them into the living room and offered them a drink. Melissa asked for white wine, Jake requested iced tea. Bill brought them their drinks; he was casually dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. Vickie walked in from the kitchen wearing a wrap skirt and baggy sweater. She told them dinner would be about fifteen minutes then sat on the arm of Bill's chair. They chatted about school, Bill was aware of the CLEP scores and their outstanding and re-confirmed SAT scores. He told them they were shining examples for the school district. Melissa was sitting next to Jake on the couch with her knees primly together but her skirt showed a lot of skin. Bill was doing his best not to look but his eyes kept dropping to her legs. Vickie stood up to put supper on the table and Melissa said she would help. When Melissa rose off the couch, she gave Bill a good look up her skirt and smiled at him. Supper was nice, the food was tasty, and the conversation was excellent. After they finished their meal Jake and Melissa both volunteered to help in the kitchen, Vickie said only one of them would be enough. Melissa said if that was the case, she wanted to discuss a project with Bill for an environmental learning project funded by Thornton Development. Jake carried the plates in from the dining room as Vickie ran water into the sink. "All of my clothes are getting too tight", she said, "I'm going to start wearing maternity clothes next week. Oh, and I'm naked under this skirt." "Really? I don't think you have the nerve; I better check for my self." He slipped his hand through the folds of her skirt as she calmly washed dishes. All he felt was skin, no matter where he touched. "How about under the sweater?" he asked. "See for yourself," she replied as she ran warm rinse water over a plate. He did and commented on how big her breasts were becoming. "Ya, your big Swedish friend better watch out, ya," she said laughing. Jake did not correct her about Erika's nationality. Jake played with her breasts but did not take it to the point that they could not recover quickly if Melissa and Bill returned. He needed not to have worried, as the Bill and Melissa were deep in conversation arguing the merits of eco-education. The ever-observant Jake, however, noticed the edge of Melissa's white panties sticking out from under the cushion of Bill's chair. On the ride home, Melissa told him she gave Bill a fur show and her panties as a souvenir but did not let things go any farther. They both laughed at the restraint they had shown. The next day the floor around Ms. Greer's desk was littered with cardboard boxes. She called his name and had him pick up two of them. Groovy, his letterman's jacket was in the big box and his letter sweater was in the smaller one. It might seem ostentatious getting both the sweater and the jacket but he figured this was his only chance at high school glory so he went all out. He slipped on the jacket as he walked out of class feeling like Mr. Jock himself. The jacket was maroon with white sleeves. A white 'K' was attached to the right breast. The 'K' had a brass football stuck to it. The numeral '50' was sewn to the upper right sleeve. He was surprised when he found Melissa and Erika standing outside waiting for him like armed desperadoes waiting to holdup the stagecoach. "Hand it over, Buster," Melissa said pointing to box with the sweater. He handed her the box; she took out the sweater and held it up for him to help her don it. It was huge on her -- but she looked cute wearing it. The white sweater had the 'K' in maroon. "Now the jacket," she continued. He took off the jacket and she motioned toward Erika. He held it for the big blonde as she slipped her arms into the sleeves. He had to admit she likewise looked adorable in it. They both said thank you and gave him simultaneous kisses on the cheek. They kissed him just as the yearbook photographer came by shooting candids for the annual edition. He snapped the kiss and it became the full-page lead title photograph to start the athletics section of the yearbook. The three of them would end up signing that same photo page hundreds of times. Jake had seen the last of his varsity athlete ensemble. "Geez, only fifteen and already double pussy-whipped," he thought. Friday was routine until study hall. Jake was talking to Beth, asking her about her plans for the weekend when Rebecca asked to speak with him. She sat down with them and handed Jake the Reader's Digest magazine she had been holding. In response to Jake's questioning look, she told him to check out page fifty-five. Jake dutifully opened the magazine to the specified page and was startled enough to skip a heartbeat. At the top of the page in bold headline type, it said 'Zero to Hero, the Jake Turner Story'. Jake quickly read the three-page article. It even included his football yearbook photo. The one where he was kneeling holding his helmet. The story was basically a rework of the article that had been printed in the newspaper, but the dramatic incident involving the speaker tower was now included. It was written it the uplifting, slightly moralizing style that was the hallmark of the Reader's Digest. The story was factual but embarrassingly flattering. The byline said 'Sean Johnson' wrote it. Jake was certain that author Sean would turn out to be clever Sven Johansson. Beth took the magazine and avidly read the article. When Beth batted her eyes and said, "My hero", he knew he was going to be catching a lot of crap and good-natured joshing from all directions. When he got in Melissa's 'Vette for the ride home, he gave her the photocopy of the article that Rebecca had made for him. She read it and looked at him. "My hero", she said, batting her eyes. Yep, the anticipated manure was starting to pile up. Melissa handed the copy of the Digest article to Helen; Helen read it and passed it to his sisters. As the women loudly discussed what they needed to do to keep his head from a fatal swelling, he called Sven. Sven fessed up to being Sean Johnson; he said his college roommate was an editor for the Digest. His old friend thought the uplifting story of Jake's recovery and transformation was right up their alley. The editorial board agreed and had made room in the January issue. Sven said he made enough on the article to buy Erika a car. They chatted some about the new advertising campaign for Turner Furniture and about the newspaper coverage of the ceremonial ground breaking for the new store that happened yesterday. Sven said he would do some things to keep interest in the new store as it was being built. He would do the same for the Tampa location as it came online. Erika came over at four; she was spending the night again. She still had on Jake's jacket and showed it off to his sisters and Helen. Erika already knew about the article, in fact she had brought along a couple of complimentary copies of the magazine that Sven's friend sent. Since the magazine would not be on the news stands until next week, Helen was happy with the gift. Charles read the article when he got home; he gave Jake a proud hug. Charles told Jake that Scott Hughes' father Darren was coming over that evening to discuss the job Charles had offered him. He was bringing his wife and son with him. As they sat and caught up on the week, Jake's sisters and girlfriends decided on a girls' night out. Angie was in the dumps because Tyler had gone back to school so the other three were going to cheer her up. After supper, they went up to change for an evening of dancing at the Daytona Pier. The girls came down at quarter till seven. They all looked sharp; they were going to get a lot of attention tonight. The Hughes family arrived at seven. Darren was an older version of Scott before Nan had converted him from nerd to stud. It was a shame that Nan had moved over the Christmas break. Scott's mom Carol was a bright and cheerful woman the polar opposite of her husband and son. Helen took her on a tour of the house while the men sat at the nook and talked computers. Darren recommended Turner install now a system that would handle up to twenty stores. By front-loading their automation requirements, they would not have to upgrade for at least three years. If they leased the equipment, their supplier would probably help them with any upgrades required later. Darren said that a pair of Digital PDP-11 mini-mainframes hooked to a card reader system would be a good choice; one computer would be the backup to ensure they stayed online. They could also use a punched paper tape reader with a terminal at each store to feed information to the computer if Charles wanted information to flow in faster. Darren accepted the job Charles offered him. The pay was competitive and rampant rumors of lay-offs were making the rounds at Cape Kennedy. The Apollo program was winding down and the space shuttle was years away. Jake and Scott decided to catch up with the girls dancing at the Daytona Pier while the adults shot the breeze. Charles gave Scott the keys to the Olds and the duo dashed. ------- Hiring Darren Hughes was a great move for Turner Furniture and Appliance. The system he created gave them a real competitive edge because they seldom had an item not be available when a customer wanted it. The inventory control system also saved them money because they could do just-in-time restocking of merchandise. In addition, Charles and, later, he and his management team had daily feedback on sales-by-item allowing them to take immediate advantage of market trends. Darren also went on to automate Thornton Development and TnT. With a little nudging from Jake, Darren and his son Scott would become major players in the computer consulting business. Within ten years, most of the Fortune five hundred was running systems designed by Hughes Computer Consulting. ------- Scott and Jake walked into the club at the end of the pier at eight-thirty. The fake Ids that Scott had fabricated for them worked; the bouncer took their three dollars and let them in. They immediately spotted the girls on the dance gyrating around. Erika spotted them and informed the other girls. As soon as the song ended, the girls ditched their disappointed dance partners, grabbed Jake and Scott, and pulled them onto the dance floor. Angie and Debbie danced with Scott while Melissa and Erika danced with Jake. It was a fun evening. At ten-thirty Jake had Scott call his parents and ask if he could crash at Jake's. They consented, so the six partied on until the club closed at midnight. It appeared that the therapy was working on Angie as she chatted, laughed, danced nearly every dance, and was clearly having fun. Debbie seemed to have taken a shine to Scott and was putting some serious moves on him. Erika and Melissa were making Jake the envy of every guy in the place as they made it obvious that they were a threesome. Back at the house, Jake got Scott set up in the guestroom long-abandoned by Melissa. Angie went to bed as soon as they got home, a little woozy from the three beers she had consumed. Jake, Erika and Melissa called it a night at one, leaving Scott and Debbie who were still talking animatedly in the family room. Melissa and Erika tried to smother him with flesh when he crawled into bed. Jake wished he knew what it was about dancing that made women horny -- not that he was complaining. ------- Chapter 35 Jake woke up Saturday morning at seven-thirty. It was hard to get out of bed because Erika and Melissa were sprawled across him, one on either side. He shimmied off the end of the bed as nature was calling too loudly to be ignored. The bath's other connecting door to the guest room was partly open; as he was shutting it he caught a glimpse of Scott's ass shining in the morning sun. It was moving so fast it was a blur. Underneath Scott was Debbie, gasping like a fish out of water as Scott poured it to her. Jake quietly closed the door on the tableau and performed his watery ablutions. He was downstairs by eight, and so were a horde of other people. Sven, Erik, and Barry Miller were collecting Charles to take him skeet shooting. Barry, who considered himself the subject matter expert, was even lending Charles a shotgun. Old Charles looked quite the country squire as they headed out. Helga and Maria were there also; they were traipsing off on some mysterious shopping trip to Orlando with Helen. By ten after, he was alone with his coffee. Jake had been thinking for a few days now about trying his hand at investing. He did not remember much about individual stocks, but he knew trends that would emerge. He would need an investment professional to help parlay his knowledge into money. Money, that might present a problem, although he had almost fifteen hundred dollars in the bank. Helen would probably be willing to lend him a thousand for even a mystery project. All told, a sizeable sum for a student, not a big nest egg. Hum, quick money? Then, Eureka! Today was January 8, 1972; the Super Bowl was next weekend. Being a life-long Dolphin fan he knew that they would be stomped by the Cowboys in Super Bowl VI. He just needed seed cash and a bookie or two. Now for an investment advisor -- he grabbed the phonebook and let his fingers do the walking Melissa came downstairs at nine dressed for the office. He thought she was cute in her business suit with her hair in a bun. She sat down with a cup of coffee and they blabbed like old folks. Jake asked her if she had any money he could borrow for ten days. She said she had fifty in her purse. Jake told her he was thinking along the lines of five thousand. Melissa gave him a look then pulled out her checkbook. "Do I dare ask what this is for?" she asked. "You don't dare unless you want to know that I'm betting it all on the Super Bowl," Jake replied. She nodded and started writing out a check. "Bet twenty dollars for me," she said. She tore out the check and handed it to him; it was for ten-thousand and twenty dollars. Jake gave her a quizzical look. "I have a job, remember; did you think I work for free?" She explained. They finished their coffee as they talked football; she agreed that Dallas was probably going to win but thought it was going to be a close game. She scoffed at the notion of a blowout. They made a side bet that involved many sexual favors; it would be an extra win-win as far as Jake was concerned. Melissa headed out the door at nine-fifteen, fending off Jake's groping hand as she ran. At 9:30, Jake started calling investment advisors in reverse alphabetical order; he figured anyone working on Saturday must want to make money. On his third call, he got an answer. The woman who answered the phone at Sterling Investments said that there would be someone in the office until two. Jake made an appointment for eleven. When he went upstairs, Erika was just getting out of the shower. She was clean, naked, and, to Jake's delight, she was randy. They made love as Erika preferred, slow and passionately, in the missionary position with her knees waving at the ceiling. Erika drove like Mario Andretti in the final laps of an Indy race to get Jake to the Sterling offices at eleven. She dropped him at the door and said she would return to pick him up in an hour. There was only one person in the Sterling Investment office, a young woman probably in her mid- to late-twenties. Jake walked to her desk. "Good morning, I'm Jake Turner, I have an appointment." "You are kind of young to need investment advice," said the woman. "You are kind of young to be giving it," Jake replied. "Touché," she said with a laugh, "Have a seat, I'm Martina Sterling, but you can call me Marty." Jake sat down and looked her over; Marty was about five-five and stocky. She had black hair, cut short and crisp; she wore black horn-rimmed glasses, a young woman trying to be taken seriously. Her accent was classic New York. "How may I help you, Mr. Turner?" "I want you to make you and me rich," Jake said, "I have some ideas, but I need an expert to make them effective." She laughed again; she had a nice laugh, genuine and unforced. She quizzed him about his aims and long-term plans. When Jake laid out his financial goals, it was hard for her to suppress a smile and take him seriously. He spoke nonchalantly about impossibly large sums of money. Jake switched gears and asked her about herself. She told him she had worked on Wall Street but saw the glass ceiling would inevitably hold her down. She had visited Palmdale on vacation once and had liked it enough to move here to strike out on her own. She hoped there would be enough investment demand as wealth moved south with the snowbirds and retirees. This was her third month as her own boss; she admitted that getting established was truly tough sledding. Marty was just what he was looking for; she was smart, hungry, and motivated. They quickly reached an agreement. Jake told her to work up a strategy that could take advantage of a potential shortage of oil and gasoline next year. Also, he wanted her to learn what she could about the semiconductor business and which companies were doing practical innovations. She took notes and asked a few insightful questions. When they finished discussing details, she asked him how much he had to invest. "When the Cowboys win the Super Bowl, I'll have over ten grand, right now I got nada." She shook her head in wonder; if she ever felt the need for a man, this brash kid would be the one. Just about then, Erika walked in to retrieve him. As Jake was making introductions, another tall blonde walked in. Marty introduced her as Tina, her friend and roommate. Marty told him it would take her about a week to research and develop a plan. Jake invited Marty and Tina over to the Turner house for the Monday following the Super Bowl to discuss the results. Marty accepted for both Tina and herself and said they would be there at six. Once they were in the car Erika said, "That's one you can forget; she's a lesbian." "I went to her for investment advice, not loving; I have you for that. Besides, she was giving you the eye; I think she might like to try a Norwegian on for size," Jake said teasingly. "Yeah, well, I already have a woman; she might like Debbie though." ------- Jake caught some continued flak about the Reader's Digest article in school the following week. Especially after the magazine hit the newsstands on Tuesday. He was teased mercilessly by his closer friends and ended up autographing about fifty copies of the magazine for people in the halls, many of them were truly touched and impressed to know a true hero. Vickie Greer was also a hot hallway topic that week when she showed up in maternity clothes. Jake told her how sweet she looked; she told him very quietly that she could now actually feel his baby growing in her and that made her want him again very soon. She went on to tell him that Melissa's teasing had made Bill boiling hot and she had reaped the steamy rewards Thursday night. Bill was comfortable with the teasing but he did not want any repeats of New Year's Eve. Melissa had told Jake the same thing; it was the liquor that loosed their inhibitions at Maria's party. On Monday, Jake paid Tiny a visit at the gun store. Of course, trust Tiny to know a bookie; several reliable ones, as a matter of fact. Tiny played the greyhounds at the dog track next to Daytona International Speedway. A bunch of bookies hung out there watching the pari-mutuel television feed from the big horse racing tracks up north. When Jake showed Tiny that he had twelve and a half thousand dollars to bet, Tiny let out a whistle. He said it would be best to lay off the bet to three or four different bookies. He made some telephone calls; with Jake feeding him information, the bets were placed. Tiny got him 12 to 10 odds because Jake had picked Dallas by ten points and bet the under line for total points. It sure looked like a sucker bet. For Jake to win, Dallas had to out score the best defense in the NFL by eleven or more points, in addition the total number of points scored by both teams had to be fewer than thirty. Jake gave Tiny the money to hold since Tiny had made the bets. Thursday Jake was called to the office again, this time from study hall. The school secretary handed him a mailbag bulging at the seams. "These are addressed to you, Mr. Turner; that magazine named our school so people wrote to you here," she said. "No one minds, but you have to deal with this mail yourself. Please remember to give back the mailbag, it's government property." Jake nodded dumbly, hoisted the bag over his shoulder, and made his way back to the library. Sitting down at his table, he told Beth what was in the bulging bag. They were opening a letter each when Rebecca came over to see what was going on. Jake repeated the story; Rebecca sat down to help. Most of the letters were from girls; a few poignant ones were from parents asking Jake for advice on how to get their sons off drugs. Jake had them sort the mail into three piles: girls, parents, and other. He did not think he could answer all the letters but he was going to read them all and respond to the ones that caught his attention. A portion of the letters had the page from the article enclosed for his autograph and many of the letters included photographs of the senders. He was definitely answering the bunch wanting the article signed. Jake wanted exposure and he was getting it, he did not plan for this, but he was developing the basis of a powerful personal mailing list which would prove essential to his future success. On the way home, Melissa took him to a stationary store to get a supply of envelopes. He sat at the nook reading, signing and stuffing envelopes until suppertime. After supper, he was back at it. Most of the letters from girls were of the fan mail variety, the 'I think you are cute' type young girls send to their teen idols. A few of the letters were intriguing enough for Jake to pen a reply. Helen, somewhat alarmed albeit impressed with the volume of Jake's mail, told him that she did not think it was a good idea to use his home address so Jake decided to get a post office box before he put a return address on any of them. The mail kept coming by the bag-full for several days and Jake spent a lot of time sorting, reading and answering letters for the next few weeks. Friday, Jake signed up for the baseball tryouts that were being held the following Monday; for position he listed 'outfield'. Tryouts were for three days; actual practice for those selected for the team started the twenty-fourth. The baseball season was thirteen weeks long, twelve weeks of regular season games then a double elimination tournament to decide conference champions. Baseball had been Jake's best sport the first time he was in high school. He had played right field. Good glove, good arm and decent with the bat. Slow foot speed and lack of commitment had kept him from moving to the next level. Those shortcomings would not be a problem in this life. Saturday morning, Melissa dropped Jake off at Liz's little house. It was hard not to still think of it as the coach's place. Liz's Mercedes was in the driveway already. He let himself in to find Liz kneeling in wait on the floor by the couch. She looked incredibly beautiful as she knelt there in a long dark blue silk robe. Her long hair hung straight down her back almost touching the floor. Jake pulled her to her feet and into his arms; she melted against him as he kissed her fiercely. "What are you wearing under the robe?" Jake asked after they broke the kiss. "I'll show you as soon as I get you some coffee," she replied. Jake took a seat on the couch as she disappeared into the kitchen. She returned a few minute later with two mugs. Jake let out an appreciative whistle as she came through the kitchen doorway. Liz had shed the robe in the kitchen; she stood before him in a camisole and tap pants the same dark blue as the robe. The outfit looked good on her tall lanky frame, her small breasts made delightful bumps in the long top while the loose-legged tap pants hugged her little rounded ass. She knelt back down beside him after setting the mugs on the coffee table and draped her arm across his knees. Jake sipped his coffee and brought her up to date about his life since they were together last. Liz did not share much information about herself but appeared intensely interested in what went on in his life. When Jake mentioned his bet on the Super Bowl to get investment capital she said he should have come to her and she would have given him the money to invest. Jake laughed and reminded her that she had tried to buy him off once before. She reddened in acknowledgement; she had accused Jake of going with her niece for her money. Now they were together and she was trying to give him money. She asked him why he needed to make investments now, his girlfriend was rich and intent on marrying him, and his parents were well off. His future looked as if it was taken care of. Jake told her that he did not mind that Melissa had money; and it did not make him feel inferior, but he was going to need his own eventually. Jake told her all about Martina Sterling; he said he knew as soon as he met Marty that she was a going to become a force in the investment world. Jake said he had an idea about starting a mutual fund with her. Liz said she might be interested in that and she bet others would also. While they were talking, Jake was playing with her nipples under her silky top. Liz liked her sex a little rough and especially got off on having her nipples tormented. As Jake pinched them firmly, she moaned for him to squeeze harder. Jake stood up and walked towards the bedroom with an eager Liz shadowing him. He commented on the changes she had already made to the bungalow. She smiled happily at his praise but he had seen nothing yet, in a month it would be a love nest worthy of a sultan. The bedroom was another pleasant surprise; heavy drapes shut out the light from the window as candles provided the only illumination. Lying on the bed were four black leather, velvet-lined cuffs. Sturdy ropes were tied to the big cannon ball posts at the four corners of the bed. Liz had indeed been busy redecorating. She sprawled spread-eagled on the bed, still in her little outfit, her breath quickening as Jake took his time attaching the cuffs. Jake ran the ends of the ropes through the rings sewn into the cuffs; he pulled them tight. when Liz tested her bonds she could not move. A surge of desire swept through her as she contemplated her helplessness; she almost climaxed as her master lifted up the camisole and laid the body-warmed silk over her face. Jake was shocked when he saw her fresh tattoo. Women with tattoos were a rarity in 1971, especially among society doyennes. The tattoo was a line of the three small cherries you would see on a winning slot machine; inside the first cherry was a heart, the other two contained his initials. Jake smiled when he noticed that totally coloring in the cherries could erase his initials and the heart. The design clearly suggested he had been central in two of her three cherries. He was touched; he spent the next hour showing her his appreciation. Jake ate and fingered her to orgasm, then climbed on her and rode her rhythmically until she came again. He switched back and forth between fingering and dickering until she was ecstatically exhausted. She had the energy for one last climax as he spurted his seed on her bared breasts. He used the towel on the nightstand to gently clean her off -- never releasing her from her bonds. He fetched a glass of ice water and held her head up so she could drink. When her thirst was slaked, he lowered her head back to the bed, flipped her top back over her face, and started teasing her with an ice cube from the glass. "This," thought Liz, "is all the medicine that I really needed." ------- It was four o'clock Sunday afternoon, January 16, 1972. Jake was sitting on the couch in the living room with Charles, Rafe, Ray Robinson, Sven, and Erik watching the Super Bowl. Jake was nervous even though he thought he knew the outcome of the game. Suppose it was just different enough in this time line for one team to score an extra field goal. In the first Super Bowl VI, Dallas had won 24-3; if the score somehow became 27-three, Jake would lose his bet on the over / under. While the others booed the Cowboys and quaffed Budweiser, Jake fretted until the final whistle. Charles asked Jake why he was so edgy; Jake said he had a little money bet on the game. Charles would have had a coronary if he knew exactly how much. Charles was by nature a frugal man. Jake teased him about the presidents in his wallet all having fingerprints on their necks because Charles squeezed them so tightly. When the Cowboys did win by the predicted score Jake had to suppress a whoop. It would not be politic to overtly celebrate a Dallas victory in a room full of disappointed diehard Miami fans. The next afternoon Jake had Debbie drive him to the Gun Rack to pick up his winnings. Jake doubted if there would be any ill will from his winning but it did not hurt to err on the side of caution. What Jake did not expect was the crushing bear hug and sloppy kiss on the cheek he got from Tiny. After just as effusive greeting for his sister, Tiny handed Jake an olive-drab ammo can. "There you go, Jakey -- exactly twenty-seven thousand, five hundred dollars. I am also ten grand richer, thanks to you. All my local bookie buddies were glad to cover my own Dallas action because they had so many Dolphin bets. They were not quite as happy this morning when they paid up -- but they still made a bundle because the Cowboys covered the spread." After more handshakes and hugs, Jake and Debbie managed to escape for home. At the house, Jake sat at his desk and counted out the money into three piles. He owed Helen the thousand he had borrowed from her; ten thousand-forty went to Melissa. His foray into quick money gambling had netted him $16,460. After he replaced most of his money from the bank, he had a fifteen-thousand dollar nest egg to begin serious investing. Marty, with Tina in tow, arrived at six-thirty that evening for the agreed client meeting. Jake made the introductions; he got a kick out of Marty and Tina's befuddled looks when he introduced Melissa. Muffy was being blatant about her relationship with Jake. Before they died of suspense, Jake quietly explained that Erika was a close friend of both Melissa and himself. Marty had to give her presentation at the dining room table because Charles, Helen and Melissa also wanted to hear it. She told them that, based on what Jake had surmised about the oil shortage next year, petroleum futures were the best bet if one were willing to take a high-risk route. Shortages meant higher prices; one-year futures were selling for around ten dollars a barrel today, those contracts would probably bring at least twenty to twenty-five a barrel in a severe shortage. Jake could not believe how simple and sound the idea was. Marty next told Jake her research on semiconductors had led to a company called Intel; they had just released something called (she looked down at her notes) the 4044 microprocessor at the end of 1971. Rumor had it they were about to release a next-generation processor twice as fast as the first. Jake brought up the idea of an investment fund; he suggested a private mutual fund, one selected people could buy into for, say, ten thousand dollars a share initially. After the first quarter of operation, new investors would have to pay whatever the current value of each share would be worth at that time. Almost simultaneously, Helen, Melissa, and Charles said, "Count me in". The Sterling Fund started with four members and forty thousand dollars. Within a week most of the Turners' friends bought in. Liz bought two shares, somehow neglecting to tell Jake that one was in his name. Sara Douglas bought a share and so did Dr. Douglas. The Johanssons, Sorensons, and even Carl McClelland bought a share also. Maria was in as was her new close personal friend, Barry Miller. Jake got Charles to talk Rafe into joining; Turner furniture loaned him the up-front money and would deduct repayment from his pay at ten dollars a week, of course Charles planned on forgiving the debt and calling it a bonus. Martina Sterling was amazed that all these people would invest so much money on what appeared to be the hunch of a kid still in high school. The Sterling fund soon had over a hundred thousand dollars to purchase petroleum futures. They would have had more but Jake insisted they diversify and buy two hundred shares of stock in Walgreen's Drug Stores and a hundred shares of Intel for each member. Jake and Marty agreed that they would buy as many futures contracts as they could get on margin whenever the price was eleven dollars a barrel or less. ------- Helen and Melissa invested part of their trust funds into Sterling over the course of the next year. When Marty stopped buying futures contracts, they had options for over forty thousand barrels. She unloaded the oil in April of 1973 at twenty-six dollars a barrel. Because they were invested in oil, Sterling missed the general market crash of 1973 and 1974. Instead, Marty bought one-year certificates of deposit. Those CD's earned a decent six percent. When they matured, Marty put them back in the market at its low. Stocks gave way to silver at three dollars an ounce in 1977. When Nelson and WH Hunt tried to corner the silver market in 1979, Marty unloaded a little over two million ounces at forty dollars an ounce. In seven years, an original share of the Sterling fund had gone from ten thousand dollars to two and a half million. Jake owned ten of the forty shares. Jake's knowledge of the future combined with Marty's market savvy made everyone a multimillionaire. ------- After the excitement of the start of his investment career, the rest of the week was a drag. The slow week crept like a snail towards Jake's sixteenth birthday on Friday. The family was throwing a bash for him Saturday night; he knew about the party, but the details were hush-hush. More important than the party to Jake was the eight-thirty appointment he had Friday morning at the Department of Motor Vehicles. Barring a natural disaster, he would be licensed and auto-mobile by ten o'clock Friday morning. The major redeeming feature for the slow school week was baseball tryouts. His new class schedule he could do while somnambulant but when Jake stood in the outfield, he was in nirvana. The sheer beauty of the act of catching and throwing the ball was cathartic. Jake discovered that this life's body was superbly adapted for baseball. His eyesight was better than twenty-twenty and his reflexes were lightening quick. His ability to hit full stride in only a couple of steps gave him an edge on the base path as well as in the outfield. He could run down most balls hit in his vicinity; he went down to first base so quickly, he beat out many routine ground balls. By Wednesday, he was the starting center fielder; by Thursday, he was batting cleanup. It was finally Friday morning and Jake was standing at the counter to have his picture taken for his license. This was the first month of the first year that a picture was required on all new drivers' licenses. Helen dropped him off at school at ten-fifteen; halleluiah, let freedom ring, it was the last time a parent would have to drive him anywhere. At school, Jake showed his friends his newly-minted license; he got high fives from everyone. He also got birthday kisses from about half the girls that were in school that day. When Melissa picked him up from practice, he couldn't resist saying that from now on he would be driving himself around. "Wrong answer," she said succinctly. Tomorrow he was being dropped off at a remote safe location until the party was ready. Rebecca and Katie would be baby sitting him; they would bring him to the house at six. Jake accepted his fate graciously; a day with the dynamic Doane sisters was by no means unbearable punishment. That night Jake drove the Boss Mustang to Gail Martin's house. He had called her for a date earlier in the week. For the first time in this life, Jake picked a girl up for a date in an automobile he was driving unaccompanied. Jake rang the doorbell then endured the ritualistic inquisition Bob Martin seemed delighted to put him through. Gail looked sharp in her London Fog trench coat as they headed out onto the highway. Jake asked her where she wanted to go. She pulled a motel key out of the trench coat's pocket and dangled it in front of his face. "I want to go the Sea Vista Motel, Room 27, and there I shall give you your present," she said. Jake reckoned that was a good idea and headed toward Daytona Beach. Once they were in the motel room, Gail pushed Jake onto the king sized bed. She stood back and undid the belt on her coat; when she whipped the coat open, she revealed that all she had on under it was a short black nightie and black stockings. She crawled onto the bed with him and started taking off his clothes. "There are some things I want to try tonight, darling Jacob, birthday boy; you are going to be my experimental subject. I would appreciate it if you would just lie there and let me play." Who was he to argue with the lady? Jake let her have her way with him until almost eleven o'clock. They tried every position she could dream up or had heard of. She rode his face while sucking him off, rode his dick facing his feet as he played with and probed her ass, and tongued his butt as she delicately jacked his dick. He answered her questions and demonstrated his answers. At eleven, they went for a walk on the beach. She gave him head under a lifeguard station; then he returned the favor. Back in the room, she dressed in a skirt and blouse she had cached in the room earlier. He had her home by twelve-thirty, his dick still tingling from her humming 'happy birthday to you' on it. Jake drove home and stumbled into bed, snuggling up to Melissa's warm body. The next morning Melissa dropped Jake off at the Doanes'. His little cuties were wearing shorts and tee-shirts. He groaned when they told him the three of them were remodeling a room upstairs into a nursery. The sisters had already emptied and cleaned the room; tarps were already in place to protect the hardwood floors. Jake shooed Katie out of the room because of the paint fumes. He started Rebecca cutting in around windows and the door while he cut in the ceiling. The two of them finished painting the room by eleven-thirty. They went downstairs and ate a leisurely lunch, allowing the latex paint to dry. By half-past-noon, the tarps were removed and the sisters were putting up A-B-C wallpaper border at a height of about four feet from the floor. Jake, meanwhile, was put to work assembling a baby bed, changing table, and assorted accessories. By three, Jake was showered and in the bed for a nap; Rebecca took care of Private Turner so they could all get some sleep before his big night. Jake woke up at five; the Doane sisters were already up and were making themselves beautiful for his birthday party. Jake got up, put on his robe and slippers, then tried out the contents of his Christmas toiletry kit. New clothes he had never seen before were waiting at the foot of the bed. It was a righteous outfit, so he put it on without complaining. They left the Doanes' gingerbread Victorian house at a quarter till six. At six-oh-five, they pulled into the large colonial revival Turner home. The driveway and edge of the lawn were filled with cars; Jake thought he even caught a glimpse of Sara's Chevelle submissively tucked away in front of some other vehicles. As the trio approached the house, they could hear music and laughter coming from within. It sounded like a big rowdy crowd; Jake could hardy wait to get in the house and to party hearty. ------- Chapter 36 Jake went through the door and forty people yelled 'Happy Birthday!' in unison. Melissa was first in line waiting for him at the door. The guests at this birthday gathering were the character list for his second life. Jake was thrilled that all the people who meant so much to him were at his party. Katie and Rebecca kissed his cheek and headed over to see Vickie and Bill Greer. With Melissa on his arm, Jake went around the room greeting every single person. The Robinsons were talking to Coach Nelson as they stood by a bar set up in the corner. Jake shook the hand of his old workmate. Rafe and Janet looked good; management seemed to agree with them. They had transformed the TFA Superstore warehouse and delivery operation into a model of efficiency. The Robinsons' son Ray was telling football coach Brian Nelson about the scholarship offers he had received. Brian was trying to steer Ray towards Florida State, his alma mater. The next group Jake walked up to was the Sorensons; Jack and Teresa were talking to Sara Douglas and her aunt, Liz Moran. Jack Sorenson shook his hand and the each woman gave him a birthday kiss on the cheek. Sven and Helga were talking to Maria and Barry Miller, Maria's daughter Marisa was with them. Marisa looked all grown up and she appeared comfortable with Barry as her mom's new beau. Jake shook hands with the men and kissed the women, Marisa kissed him back and shot her tongue into his mouth briefly. Jake smiled at her and patted her righteous ass. "I will want another of those later," he whispered. "I just happen to have a few more for you," Marisa replied audaciously. Helen, Diane Phillips, and Carol Hughes were sitting on the couch chatting; Carol Hughes was fitting right in. Her husband, Darren, was deep in some scientific discussion with Carl McClelland while Charles politely listened to them pontificate about nano-seconds and near light speed travel. The men greeted Jake with slaps on the back and lame jokes about him finally being legal. Jake leaned down and kissed Helen on the cheek, then did the same for the other two women. Finally, he greeted the Greers, Victoria was wearing a maternity outfit; she, Katie, and Rebecca were talking baby this and baby that. Bill was holding his wife's arm, smiling indulgently. "What a wonder," thought Jake, "that none of the men ever show any hint of envy or jealousy toward me." Jake walked out of the formal living room towards the sound of rock and roll emanating from the family room. The real party was just beginning in the large open room adjoining the kitchen. All the furniture had been moved back against the walls to make a dance floor. The lights were dimmed as Debbie's stereo was pumping out Carley Simon. The French doors to the pool deck were open to the cool night; couples were dancing or lounging around. A cheer went up when Jake walked in. Jake went around the room the same as he had with the adults. Jake said hello to Brad Simmons; Brad was the only athlete from the football team playing baseball besides Jake. Brad was sitting next to Beth Owens, being very attentive. Erik and Erika were talking to Marty Sterling and her roommate Tina; Jake was going to have to ask for Tina's family name. Erik gave Jake a backbreaking hug then Erika gave him a steamy kiss. Marty stuck out her hand; Jake grabbed it, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her on the lips. She looked nonplussed but did not jerk away from him. Jake swept up Tina for a kiss also; unlike Marty, she kissed him back. Scott Hughes and Jake's sister Debbie were lining up music for the evening with Cindy and Laurie helping them. Jake gave Debbie an affectionate hug and shook Scott's hand. Cindy and Laurie both tried to outdo each other in the kiss they gave Jake. His tonsils were thoroughly palpated by the time the palpitating Laurie let him go. Jake was surprised to see Dr. Christopher Douglas there with the teens. Dr. Douglas was in an animated conversation with Faith and Hope Phillips. The twins had pigeonholed the doctor peppering him with stereo questions about getting into medical school. Jake shook Christopher's hand and the doctor excused himself to join the other adults. Faith and Hope gave him little kisses and big hugs. Faith whispered that she and her sister were waiting for bigger kisses later. Jake walked outside while Melissa continued talking to the twins. Angie and Tyler were sitting together on one of the pool deck loungers. Jake was touched that Tyler had flown down for his party although he suspected Tyler had used his birthday as a great excuse to see Angie. The couple stood up, Angie gave Jake a sweet kiss on the cheek, and Tyler shook his hand. Melissa came out to the pool deck to retrieve Jake a few minutes later. She pulled him by his hand to the dining room to show him his cake. Jake was impressed that Melissa, Erika and his sisters had baked him a cake. It was chocolate with chocolate icing replete with sixteen candles. The dining room table was also groaning under a cornucopia of sandwich fixings and finger food. Melissa smacked his hand as he tried to dip his finger in the cake's icing. The nook table had been brought into the dining room and festooned with festive multi-colored paper ribbon streamers. It was covered with presents with more presents strewn on the floor under it. Jake followed Melissa into the kitchen and received his first surprise of the evening; it was a double surprise. Standing at the counter fixing a vegetable tray with Gail Martin was Jody Marks. Jody gave Jake a shy smile, "Hello, Loverboy," she said. Jake held out his arms and she jumped into them. He told her he had missed her and how happy he was she was there. She promised to tell him all about her absence later. Jake swept Gail up and kissed her also. Jake was as surprised to see Gail there as he was Jody; he knew Gail did not like crowds. Melissa went to tell everyone that the food was ready and Jake went to find something to drink. Soon everyone was chowing down on the spread laid out in the dining room. Jake snagged a plate and went to the pool deck to eat. Melissa, Erika, and the twins joined him. Melissa seemed to be in charge of keeping the party moving along. She disappeared into the house and returned with the cake. She put the cake on the picnic table while Gail and Jody set out small dessert plates, forks, and napkins. The twins were inside rounding up everyone as Melissa lit the candles. After a raucous rendition of 'Happy Birthday to You', Jake blew out the candles and started cutting the cake. As soon as he had butchered a couple of pieces Helen relieved the feckless lad of his serving duties. While most everyone was eating cake, Melissa grabbed Brad, Scott, and Erik to help bring out the stream of presents. Jake started reading cards and savored opening the gifts one-by-one; he really received some nice things. Most everything was a personalize gift, the kind he cherished the most. He opened clothes from his parents, cologne from his sisters, then a gold chain and a vintage St. Christopher's Medal from Cindy and Laurie in recognition of his greater free-to-travel status. The Johanssons, Maria, and Barry had pitched in together and bought him a Beretta twenty-gauge over and under shotgun in a fitted case. The Robinsons gave him a new baseball glove. The list went on and on, Jake was overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of his friends and family and how well they knew his interests. Melissa told him that her present was upstairs in their bedroom along with some other items that were not appropriate to open in a crowd. Jake nodded his understanding as his mind leapt in consideration of the possibilities an in-charge Melissa would entail. He thanked everyone and told them it was time to party. Debbie and Scott went in to crank up the tunes as Erika, Melissa, and the twins helped him carry everything up stairs. When Jake entered his bedroom, he stopped dead in his track. His familiar bed was gone, replaced with a king-sized platform bed. The platform had a low headboard and no footboard; the sleeping surface was much bigger than his old bed but took up just a little more floor space. Jake noticed a few cards on the bed and reached for them. Melissa said they were for later, turned him about, and dragged him from the room. Downstairs, the party was definitely cranked up; everyone had adjourned to the family room and deck. The older couples were dancing inside and the young folks were dancing outside. Sara sought Jake out and told him that he had missed one present. He asked what she meant as she took his hand and led him towards the front door. Coach Nelson, Liz Moran, and Dr. Douglas were waiting at the door. They led Jake outside; sitting and positively gleaming in the moon light was Sara's Chevelle. "This is a nice car Jacob but not practical for a family so Brian and I bought a BMW sedan. Brian is keeping his Road Runner; we couldn't get much for the Chevelle in a trade so we decided you should have it. Christopher had it repainted for you and Aunt Liz had some upgrade work done on the engine; it should be like new." Jake was absolutely speechless. He took the keys from Sara's outstretched hand and gave them all hugs. He thanked them about a million times, as he walked around admiring his new ride. The black paint gleamed, reflecting light as if it were an inch thick. Goodyear H70 raised white letter tires set off the Crager S/S mag wheels. The interior had been detailed to showroom condition. Jake opened the door and slipped into the driver's seat; the interior even had a new-car smell. He fired up the big block and was surprised at the change in the sound it made since he drove it last. The Chevelle definitely had a new cam, which was obvious by the way the engine rumbled with a low growl. Tomorrow he was going to poke around under the hood to see what kind of other goodies Liz's mechanic had installed. Jake shut the engine down and got out. He wanted to take the car for a spin but he was not going to abandon his guests to go joy riding. Jake asked who had done the engine work. Liz answered that she had Brian take it to a friend of hers named Smiley Warrick. Jake was impressed; Smiley Warrick was a legend in auto racing. His cars had won a bunch of NASCAR races and he even built a car that won the Indy 500. Smiley had a garage in Daytona aptly named 'The Best Garage Around.' Liz said that she had personally asked Smiley to build a car that a sixteen-year-old boy would love. Jake said that old Smiley succeeded. He thanked them all again and said they had better get back to the party. Brian, Dr. Douglas and Sara walked back in as Jake linger at the car with Liz. "Have you ever done it in the back of a 1971 Chevrolet?" Jake asked. "No, I haven't, but I don't think I'd turn down the opportunity if the right guy asked," Liz replied, looking to her right and into his mesmerizing eyes. Jake spent the rest of the evening dancing; he took a turn with each of the women at least once. Inside he was Mr. Ballroom, gracefully leading the ladies around the floor; outside he was John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, gyrating as if his hips were out of joint. By ten, it was too chilly outside for the youngsters so they rejoined the adults. Debbie put on all slow songs and turned out the lights. Some of the revelers left about that time, the Sorensons, Robinsons and Dr. Douglas all called it a night as did Darren and Carol Hughes. Scott received dispensation to spend the night again before they left. Sara and Brian stayed for a few dances before cutting out, as did the Greers. Carl and Diane left at ten-thirty; the twins had asked to stay for a while longer so Melissa volunteered to bring them home at midnight. As the crowd thinned, the dancing got more intimate. Jake was still spreading it around among the women but Marisa seemed to get a lot more turns than the others did. While Jake was enjoying the feel of Marisa's big breasts pressed into his chest, the twins were up to a little mischief. Hope had Marty on the dance floor and Faith was dancing with Tina. The twins separated their targets into opposite dark corners and set to work on them. Jake smiled as Marisa nudged him toward the same corner as Hope and Marty, by now Jake was discretely palming Marisa's soft butt cheeks. She was riding his thigh and making little cooing noises. Marisa asked if he had read her birthday card yet; Jake told her Melissa wanted him to wait until later to read it. She smiled and said that was good. After the song ended, Marisa excused herself and headed for the powder room. Melissa grabbed Jake and returned him to the same corner. They pretended to be dancing as they surreptitiously watched the twins in action. They grinned -- Marty looked like a deer in the headlights as Hope was unabashedly feeling her up. Tina just looked horny as Faith was licking her neck. Melissa gave up her dance partner when her cousin returned. Marisa told Jake she needed some air so Jake walked her out the French doors to the pool deck. She took his hand and led him to the side of the house. Marisa was wearing a wool skirt and bulky cable knit sweater. Even those baggy clothes could not hide her plush figure. Marisa leaned against the house and pulled Jake's left hand under her sweater and towards her breast. "Touch me, Jake", she said, "I took off my bra in the bathroom. I've wanted to feel your hands on me for months but didn't have the nerve until tonight." That was an offer too good to refuse, Jake thought, as he slipped his hand up under her sweater. Jeez, were her boobs big! Jake did not know how a girl so small could carry a rack that large. Her back must kill her. Jake kissed her as he hefted her meaty mounds; he would have stayed there all night if it were not for his other guests. Jake promised Marisa a rain check as he tugged her back inside. At eleven-thirty, the party started breaking up. As the last revelers left, Jake drove Liz home while Melissa delivered the twins back to Diane. While walking the three girls to Melissa's 'Vette, Faith asked Jake if he had opened their cards yet. Jake gave them the same story he told Marisa. They giggled and Hope said Valentine's Day would be a good day to redeem the cards. Jake was mystified by the cryptic comment but shrugged it off and went in to fetch Liz. Jake opened the door of his car (yes, his car!), for Liz and ran around to the driver's side as soon as she slid in. Jake made sure she was buckled in and started the big V-8. The engine throbbed to life; the guttural exhaust note resonated right down to Jake's groin. Damn, did he ever love this car! Liz said she was tired and lay back in her seat as Jake maneuvered toward her house. The customized engine idled a little rough but smoothed out instantly whenever he mashed the accelerator. He had to be careful with the gas pedal because it was instantaneously responsive. Jake roused Liz when they reached her house; he walked her to the door concerned about her drawn appearance. She reassured him that she was just tired and gave him a kiss to prove it. Jake took the long way home, marveling that he was going to get rich as a result of a fuel shortage while driving a car that got five miles to the gallon. Jake made it home a little after midnight; he was still a little wired from all the excitement as he dragged his ass up the stairs. Melissa was already curled up on her side of the big bed, buried under the covers as usual. A dual control electric blanket was going on his shopping list. He sat at his desk and opened the cards he had not gotten around too. Faith and Hope's were cute and provocative; each contained an advertisement cut from a magazine. The ads were for jars of cherries; the actual brand names were covered over with a piece of paper with their names on it. Jake had an unmistakable clue of what he might get for Valentines Day if the little minxes got their way. The next card was from Cindy and Laurie; it contained photographs of the two of them taken at one of those little instant photo booths. One of the photographs was captioned 'Now', with an arrow pointing to Laurie. The next had the arrow pointed at Cindy, 'Later' was written on it. The last card was from sweet little Marisa; Jake chuckled when he unfolded the single sheet of paper in the envelope. Marisa had cut letters, pictures, and words from a magazine also. Her letter read like a ransom note: Jake (A picture of an eyeball) AM red E 4 U. (A picture of a red heart) MarIsA Jake put the envelopes in his drawer and got naked. He turned off the light and slid under the covers. Just as he was reaching for his honey to snuggle up, the door opened silhouetting Melissa in the hall light. What the hell? He turned on his bedside lamp and pulled back the covers. Marisa was lying there wearing nothing but a smile. "Happy Birthday, Jake, sorry I didn't have time to wrap your present," she said. "But I did have time to get it totally unwrapped." Melissa was laughing as she jumped onto the bed and kissed Jake. She told Jake that she and Erika were spending the night in the guestroom so he and Marisa could have some privacy. She reminded Jake he needed to use a condom as she headed to the guestroom through the connecting bath. Jake turned his attention to Marisa; his dick already throbbed at the thought of being incased in her pillowy warmth. He reached out and stroked her hair, slightly surprise that she was not more nervous. She smiled up at him as he trailed his hand down her neck and onto her large breast. "What made you decide to do this?" Jake asked. "Not that I'm complaining." "It's something I've wanted for a while; I promised Mom I'd wait until I was at least sixteen before I did it. Mom said I should find a lover who would make it a good experience. Melissa said you would be the best person to do that for me; Mom agreed. I came up with the idea of tonight. Being with you like this has been on my mind for weeks. I liked messing around with Debbie but I'm not into girls as much as Cindy and Laurie are." Jake nodded in understanding and started kissing her again. Her arousal built up slowly as he explored all of her curves. Her body was exceptionally explorable. He loved how her bikini had left her breasts, hips, and ass a startling white in contrast to her golden tan. He kissed his way down to her breasts, experimenting to see what felt good to her. She liked slow and gentle, so that is the route Jake took. As his lips finally moved over the point of her hipbone she started spreading her legs, making room for him. It took Jake ten minutes to coax the first orgasm from her. For those ten minutes he thoroughly enjoyed the process; Marisa had a delicious little quim. It was as pretty as a little pink flower and as tasty as honey from the hive. Jake stayed away from her clit and concentrated on her pussy lips as she wound down from her climax. He rubbed a finger up and down just inside her until her hips started bumping up; then he went to work on her clit. Her second orgasm came quicker, her third quicker still. While she was recovering from number three, he grabbed the towel Melissa left on the nightstand and dug a rubber out of the drawer. He rolled the prophylactic down his shaft. Marisa raised her hips so he could slide the towel under her ass. One more trip to the nightstand for the k-y jelly to slick up the condom and he popped back between her legs. Jake poised himself above her on one arm as he set the head of his dick at her entrance and geared up for intromission. Marisa's eyes were wide and her pupils dilated in equal parts of excitement and anticipation as he pushed the flared helmet past the initially resisting lips of her vagina. He was immediately clasped in a snug socket. She moaned and wriggled her ass to accommodate him and he slipped into her channel by an inch. This was some forevermore-tight pussy, Jake thought as he strained to gain more ground. His progress was agonizingly slow but he finally bumped up against her hymen. He had her raise her upper body, putting her weight on her elbows, so she could look down between her breasts and watch his adamantine cudgel half way inside her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. "I am absolutely positive," she said adamantly. Jake nodded and took a couple of short mini-strokes to get her in the rhythm; she sank back on the bed and her hips started to move with him. On the next downward stroke, Jake lunged forward, powering past her maidenhead. Marisa gave a little yelp; Jake stopped moving to let her adjust to her new status and his throbbing girth. "Are you okay?" he asked. "It was less painful than I thought it would be", she said. "It felt like a pinch and it stings a little; but it doesn't really hurt." Jake held still above her until she started a tentative motion with her hips. As she moved so did he, pulling out part way and easing back in. She winced with the first couple of strokes; then her face relaxed in pleasure. Jake started pulling out farther and rifling his spear home. Marisa's pussy was tight but accommodating. As he started popping her hard, she started to move her hips into overdrive. The formerly virginal Marisa was going full-bore wild under him; boy, did she ever like to screw. Then her climax overtook her. She gave a grunt and arched her back off the bed. Her fingernails dug into his back and she bit down on his shoulder like a tiger bringing down a water buffalo. "Ouch, that's going to leave a mark," Jake thought as he tried to extricate himself from her grip. Marisa finally released her animal grip on him and fell back on the bed. "Wow, that was far out, Jake; show me more." Jake decided it might be better if he somewhat immobilized his energetic bedmate; so he lifted her legs over his shoulders and pinned her to the mattress in a full-Johnson. He held her hands in his above her head and went for the gusto. He was hammering her, searching for his own release, when she came yet again. She took a deep breath and held it; as she climaxed, she started drumming her heels on his back while jerking her legs back and forth. Jake straightened a little to keep her heels from damaging his spine then came so hard he saw stars. Jake slumped forward, holding most of his weight off her by balancing on his knees and elbows. Marisa was in la-la land as she absently continued to roll her hips underneath him. Jake got up to get a cloth to clean her up. While he was running warm water on a hand towel, Melissa came in to help tend to her cousin. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Jake's clawed up back. Long parallel scratches striated Jake from shoulder blades to mid back. When she got to the bed, Marisa was sprawled out totally content. The towel under her had a small spot of blood on it and her plump nether lips were pink and swollen. Jake brought in the hand towel and gently cleaned Marisa up. "I'm not lending you my man any more if you are going to maul him, Tigger," Melissa said flatly. And that is how Marisa got her nickname. Melissa named her after the tiger from A. A. Milne's, 'Winnie the Pooh' children's classic. The name caught on as it cut down on the confusion caused by the many M-alliterative Thornton women: Maria, Melissa, and Marisa. Marisa loved being tagged Tigger Thornton and would for the rest of her life. When she became a lawyer, the name held doubly true as she was a tiger not only in the bedroom but also in the courtroom. The newly popped and newly dubbed Tigger was very apologetic and helped her cousin clean Jake up with tongue and towel. Erika came in to play nurse also. Melissa dug out another of her seemingly unending supply of white negligees for Tigger; then all three women piled into the bed with Jake to further christen his king-sized playground. Jake eventually had to sleep on his side because the firm mattress put pressure on his love scratches. Sunday morning found Jake up early and alone once again. He put on the coffee pot and snagged the paper out of the driveway. As he sat at the nook table drinking his java a short news item on page two seized his attention: Heiress Disappears West Palm Beach police are investigation the apparent disappearance of former local resident Vivian Thornton. Mrs. Thornton, the widow of slain Palmdale businessman Russell Thornton, was last seen Tuesday, January 18th according to police sources. Mrs. Thornton was reported missing Wednesday by Darla Sykes, a long time employee. When asked if foul play was suspected, a police spokesman stated that nothing was being ruled out as the investigation progressed. The spokesman would not say if the police had connected the two cases of murder and disappearance. The article went on giving a description of Vivian and her car, a summary of the case involving Russell's murder, and asking the public for information on her whereabouts. When Melissa made it downstairs, Jake got her a cup of coffee and showed her the article. Neither knew what to make of Vivian going missing. Further conversation was tabled as Melissa, Tigger, and Erika started breakfast. The parents made it down at nine; they had been up late cleaning up. Scott stumbled in right behind them in search of significant sustenance; Debbie discretely stayed upstairs a while longer. The girls made enough food for an army; Charles muttered something about getting a second job so he could afford to feed them. Charles stopped complaining and joined in the eating when Tigger served him a heaping plate of French toast and bacon. Debbie drove Scott home at ten; he was going to change clothes and go to Mass with her. Jake drove Erika, Tigger, and Melissa to church in his new car. The girls loved the Chevelle; Jake blanched when Erika asked when she could take it for a spin. There was a subtle but noticeable change in Marisa 'Tigger' Thornton, Jake noticed. She was not as shy and she carried herself with a certain hard to define authority now. He had seen the same transformation in Erika and Angie. It was as if losing their virginity had made them instantly more mature and poised. Tigger made it clear that she wanted an encore as soon as her little bit of soreness was gone. Jake said he would also have to heal up but was all for it. After Mass, Jake helped clean house; by four, the house and patio were restored to normal. Melissa wheedled his keys from him to test drive his car while taking Erika home. Jake walked them out only to have his worst nightmare come to life when Melissa tossed the keys to Erika. Jake thought he might be over reacting as Erika sedately drove out of the driveway. No such luck; Erika punched it and roared down the street burning rubber. Jake drove his uninjured Chevelle to school the next day. He was the parking lot hero as he showed the high school motor-heads his souped up 454 with the Holley 780 cmf carburetor and Paxton SN-60 supercharger. Of course, the chicks were equally impressed with the car's appearance. Yes, life was good if you were a sixteen-year-old handsome jock with a nice car. Melissa dispensed some evil looks to over-friendly girls as she dragged Jake into the school. His new schedule separated him from most of his friends but allowed him to add some new ones. His new classmates were nice enough but way too serious. Jake figured that if you could not have a little fun while in high school you were destined for a joyless life. Baseball practice escalated to high gear that afternoon. Jake started breaking in the new glove the Robinsons had given him. The glove was a professional model with a preformed pocket; it seemed to vacuum up the baseball. Jake played baseball left handed; he had discovered he could throw more accurately as a lefty. He also felt more comfortable southpaw but he practiced batting from both sides of the plate. He quickly discovered that he could sting the ball from either side but had more power as a lefty. Baseball practice was much less grueling than football had been but Jake still had to work himself back in shape. The time off needed for his ribs to heal had taken its toll on his conditioning. As Jake ran laps around the field, he resolved to get back to running and lifting weights. After practice, he showered and headed home. It felt strange to be alone and driving by himself. Melissa and Maria were deep in conversation at the nook when Jake came in. Randal Thornton had made the first new legal move in his quest for control of Thornton Development. Randal had filed a motion in court questioning Melissa's ability to run the company. As a shareholder, he claimed the right to question management decisions that affected his investment. Maria said it was, in her opinion, more of a nuisance than a threat; however, it was going to take time and effort to assemble the information to counter his claim. Jake was grabbing himself an iced tea when the phone rang. He caught it on the second ring; a woman's voice he could not quite place at first asked to speak to him. He identified himself and asked what he could do for her. Jake jerked to attention and almost dropped the phone when she answered him. "Jake, this is Vivian. I think I'm in mortal danger and I don't have anyone to turn to." Where had he heard that before? ------- Chapter 37 Jake looked at the phone as if it were a dead rat. Vivian Thornton was not on his list of have-to-see people; but he did not want to hang up on her. Jake asked her what the problem was; she told him she needed to talk to him urgently and could not say over the phone. She sounded so desperate and panic stricken Jake agreed to meet her at the beach in an hour. Jake ate supper and told the folks he was going for a ride and would be back before eight. His dad smiled indulgently, Charles knew how exciting it was to have your first automobile. Although he thought the gift extravagant beyond words, he had finally agreed to it when Sara explained her reasoning. Charles' smile would have faded quickly had he known who Jake was driving to meet. Jake pulled up to the parking area above the 26th Street beach approach. He killed the engine then checked the big.38 Colt Cobra he had purchased from Tiny. He would not rule out anything where Vivian was concerned. Jake opened the door then quietly slipped out of the car; he had stopped at the Seven-Eleven earlier and removed the bulb from his dome light as a further precaution. Jake eased the car door closed and disappeared quickly into the picnic area where tables were chained to the posts of the pavilion. He peeked over the sea wall and spotted a solitary car sitting by the lifeguard station. A small, possibly familiar figure was perched on the hood, head swiveling in every direction at every sound. Jake moved the revolver to his back waistband, covered it with his jacket, slipped over the seawall, and walked slowly toward the car with his hands open and slightly out to the side. Vivian caught his movement from the corner of her eye and turned towards him; he immediately saw the glint off the small handgun she held. He stopped dead in his tracks; reasonably sure he was out of range for an accurate shot. "It's Jake," he called to her. "Put the gun on the hood and step back a few feet." She looked at her hand and hastily complied. Jake kept his hands in view and started walking towards her again. As he got closer, he began to wonder if he was meeting the right person. The woman in front of the Chrysler sedan did not look like Vivian; for one thing, she did not have long blonde hair, instead she wore her black hair in a pageboy. For another, she wore glasses and Vivian did not. Finally, this woman wore a nondescript ill-fitting ordinary print dress, something Vivian would not be caught dead in. Jake grabbed the little nickel-plated popgun and pocketed it. When Jake was standing in front of her, the woman spoke. "Hello, Jake; long time, no see." Jesus, it was her; the disguise was brilliant. "Hi, Viv. I like your new look." She favored him with a small smile. "Thanks," she said sarcastically, "Can we go somewhere and talk?" Jake said, "Sure, but you will have to ride with me. She agreed and they walked toward the picnic area. Jake took a careful look around before leading her to his car. He drove her to Liz's bungalow and showed her in. While she made herself comfortable, he poured her a snifter of brandy. As Jake sat next to her on the couch, she commented that she remembered being there with him before. Jake brushed off her attempt at distraction and brought her back on topic -- asking her why she had pulled the disappearing act and why did she think he could or would help her. Vivian took off her glasses and studied him for a moment. "Jake, I'm going to level with you and tell you much more about me. I grew up poor; my mother raised me after my father left when I was a baby. My mother groomed me to marry rich from the age of ten. I was clever, pretty and knew what I had to offer -- so getting men was never a problem. I married a wealthy man when I was nineteen. Contrary to what he said later, he did abuse me. The experience was bad enough that I swore off men for years. I went to work for Russell in 1967; his wife died unexpectedly of natural causes a year later. That did open the door for us. We were married in '69. Our marriage might have seemed strange to some, in truth, it was partly business. I was his beautiful young trophy wife; he was my sugar daddy. But it worked, I finally had the life my mother and I had dreamed about, I only wish mom had lived so she could have shared my good fortune. "Russell was a vigorous man, active and vital, but he had a few sexual hang ups, primarily, he was a voyeur. It aroused him to see me with another man. My peccadilloes were initially at his instigation. I was hesitant at first but, after the first two episodes, began to get off on it also. Russell loved watching me seduce someone; as soon as we were alone after my 'date', he was insatiable. This activity reached a high intensity when Chip was to be my next target. That liaison drove Russell to sustained priapism. Then when Chip got too possessive, Russell was going to have a serious talk to him and send him to Europe with a pocket full of money until he regained some perspective. You were the next target on our list, by the way. "Anyway, my point is that I did not want Russell dead. I had everything I ever wanted: a strong man who indulged me, plus lots of money. Randal knew what I was; we had also been intimate at Russell's urging -- and I know the two of them talked about me. When Russell was killed, Randal came down and said he was going to take care of me, protect me not only from Chip's obsession but also from Melissa's hatred. I believed him and went along with his plan to gain control of Thornton Development. I had the idea that things would be the same as before for me, only I'd be with Randal, instead of his brother. That's how things were when Melissa emancipated herself. I still can't believe what a strong person she is; she is a female version of her father. "After you all left that day, I called Randal; after all, he had said he would protect me from just such an event. When he found out about Chip signing his shares over to Melissa and Melissa's new will, he went ballistic. He made all kind of threats and in an unguarded moment said he should have 'taken care of everything at one time.' Comments like that scared me at first; but then he calmed down and told me to go along with Melissa's demands. Once I was settled in West Palm, he came to see me. He said he was going to mount a legal challenge to Melissa's takeover and needed my shares in Thornton Development to help his standing as a major shareholder. I told him I'd vote his way and back him but I wasn't giving or even selling my shares to him. He wasn't very happy about that but agreed. "When Melissa had the company buy back five of my shares last week, Randal went crazy. He called me a stupid bitch and said I was a traitor and he would deal with me like he was going to deal with everyone else. That is when I decided I had better drop out of sight. According to some hints dropped earlier by Russell, Randal has some very unsavory friends in Connecticut that he got involved with through some underhanded union dealings." Jake had sat in silent amazement throughout her long story. It all made sense now. Jake asked her some questions about Randal's 'friends'. She told him that she had never met any of them nor heard Randal speak directly of them. However, from what Russell had said, she gathered they had something to do with the Teamster and Longshoremen unions in Connecticut and Rhode Island. He asked her what her plans were now. She replied that she was going to Europe, as far away from Randal as she could get. After all the evil she had done, Jake still felt sorry for her as she sat there crying. He took her hands in his and held them. "Jake, why don't you come with me? I have plenty of money and I always feel safe with you," she said. Jake told her that as good as the offer was he had to decline it. Nevertheless but he promised that he would be there for her if she really needed him. He drove her back to her car and made sure she was safe before he went home. He handed her back her pistol; she tried to entice him to her clandestine motel room for the night saying that she would do or be anything he wanted. Once again, he declined her invitation. He did, however, make her promise to write and call him at least weekly. He needed to keep tabs on her where-abouts. Jake thought about this new development on his way home. There was no reason to doubt Vivian's story. It jibed too much with what he knew about her. Then again, could it be a very sophisticated plot? If her story held up, the lineup of suspects was down to one. It appeared that Cain slew Abel. Now what? There was still the little detail of proof. In the four months since Russell's murder, not a single useful lead had developed. A contract killing by professionals from up north could explain that fact. At least now Jake had some information to pass on to Barry Miller. The thought struck him that maybe offering a big reward might jog some people's memory. What else could be done? Did Randal have a weak link that could break and spill enough evidence for conviction? He wondered how Muffy was going to take this news. Not well; nope, she did not take it well at all. To say she was pissed at him would be a gross understatement. "But Honey, all I did was talk to her," pissed her off even more. He got the "You would have told me if you really loved me" lecture, then the "You could have been hurt, you idiot" speech. When she kicked the nightstand, Jake had had enough. He held up his hand, palm toward her, and stopped her mid-tirade. Jake was not about to put up with that big a ration of shit for doing what he had thought was right. "Before you say something that you can't stuff back in your mouth, I'm going to sleep in the guest room. This is the last time you will ever raise your voice at me. It is also the last time we bring a disagreement into our bedroom. You are free to disagree with me all you want; you just need to find a better way to do it. I don't work for you so you had better save those nasty ass chewings for someone who does. We can continue this conversation in a day or two if you want, or you can just decide that you are not putting up with me, either way it's your call. Goodnight." Melissa stood there sputtering, the blood drained from her face as he walked out the door. She spent a miserable hour in the huge bed all alone, but she was stubbornly sticking to her guns, she thought. Jake was not trying some ploy to gain some sort of advantage here, but he felt it was her argument and she needed to deal with the issue. If she was waiting for an apology, she had a long wait coming. He felt bad for her because she was hurt but her wounds were self-inflicted. After the same hour had passed and his ire had subsided, Jake went to check on Muffy. They collided in the dark bathroom; both trains of remorse were on the same track going in opposite directions. She was instantly in his arms. "I'm so sorry, Baby, I'll never do that again, please come back to bed," Melissa said. "I'm sorry too, I'll never leave like that again," Jake said. Jake had forgotten about make-up sex in this nearly perfect existence. Melissa brought it all back to him as she straddled his waist and sank down on him. You know how much Melissa likes to talk while having sex. Well make-up sex makes her even more vociferous; she told him of her undying love and devotion when he entered her. As her ardor increased she switched gears and got delightfully nasty, Jake loved it when she was nasty. Her splayed hands were on his chest as she ground herself against him. "I want your cum in my pussy, in my mouth, in my ass and on my face," she hissed. "I've been so bad, Baby, I need to be spanked and grudge-fucked." She meant it too; right at the minute, there was probably nothing Jake could do to her that she would not like. She was on fire for her man. Jake rolled her over and pushed her knees to her tits. The harder he fucked, the better she liked it. It was cathartic as all their anger was consumed by the passion of their joined bodies. They fell asleep tangled together like a child's over-knotted shoelaces. They discussed Jake's meeting with Vivian in a much calmer manner the next morning. Melissa listened to him but did not buy Vivian's story for a second. Even if Vivian was scared and running from her Uncle Randal, she reasoned, it did not automatically absolve her stepmother from any earlier complicity in her father's murder. Melissa thought she had better confer with Maria to see if her aunt knew anything about this. She had already found out that Maria had known about and kept to herself the fact that Vivian was missing in the first place. Maria had fielded the police inquiries before the story broke; Barry Miller had asked her to keep the information to herself. Once the media got onto the story, she handled the questions from them also. ------- Two evenings later, Jake sat in the hot stuffy cafeteria/auditorium of Our Sister of Hope Catholic School for Girls. The Sorensons sat beside him as Cindy participated in the school's annual charity fashion show. Cindy had a prominent place in the show wearing three different outfits. She looked spectacular and carried herself with an unselfconscious grace that was magical. After the show, she and Jake were chatting when a smartly dressed woman approached Cindy. She introduced herself and gave Cindy her business card. Her name was Mary Williams; her claim to fame was that she worked for the Ford Modeling Agency's Miami office. She asked Cindy if she would be interested in doing a test photo shoot; Miss Williams believed that Cindy's fresh-faced beauty made her a natural for the runway. Cindy eagerly agreed and took Mary to meet her parents. Two weeks later, Cindy Sorenson signed an exclusive contract with Ford. Within six months, Cindy was the rage on Fifth Avenue in New York City. Teresa, her mother, was with her in New York as Cindy did the summer fashion show circuit. Cindy also posed for the cover of Vogue, Cosmo, and Good Housekeeping. When fall came around, Cindy went back to Palmdale and completed her senior year of high school. After graduation, she went back to New York, this time with Laurie instead of her mother. She loved the bright lights of the big city, and the city loved her. Ford was very protective of their models and took good care of Cindy; the agency housed Cindy and Laurie in an apartment building that housed six other Ford models. Cindy and Laurie did the party scene and dated some but Cindy remained true to her pledge of remaining a virgin until she married. Of course, with her penchant for women, she was far from celibate. Jake visited her for her eighteenth birthday party on September 20, 1973. Her party was a big bash at a posh New York nightspot well attended by her fellow models and new circle of friends. Cindy hung on Jake's arm as she introduced him around; the mysterious boyfriend finally making an appearance. Her friends were impressed but the Ford execs at the party were thrilled. They ensured plenty of photos of the attractive couple were taken and that Jake was introduced around to the gossip columnists at the party. A boyfriend conveniently away at college was ideal from Ford's standpoint. After the party, Jake spent the night with Cindy and Laurie at their apartment. Laurie had never felt Cindy's compulsion to remain a virgin but Jake was still surprised when Cindy sat on his face and Laurie planted herself on his dick. Surprised and very pleased. Cindy took acting lessons while in New York; a classmate introduced her to the producer of a daytime soap opera. The producer gave her a small role where her beauty and acting ability got her noticed by a Hollywood agent. Thus a star was born. In three years, the shy young candy striper became the toast of tinsel town. Cindy credited Jake with her success. After all, he was the one who coaxed her out of her shell. Cindy immediately became the media and public's darling. Her beauty and unassuming grace coupled with her decision not to be caught up in her own celebrity was a refreshing change for a movie star. Jake gave her advice on roles to take or turn down. After all, he knew which movies were bombs and which were critical or popular successes. Jake recommended she take the small role offered her in 'Man with the Golden Gun'; being a Bond girl never hurt. He also steered her towards the part she was offered in 'Godfather II' and a larger part in 'Chinatown'. After two years in Hollywood, her status as a megastar cemented, Cindy moved back to Palmdale. She built a large house on the inland waterway and commuted to movie locations, taking one or two roles a year. Amazingly, she was still a virgin at the age of twenty-two. ------- The disappearance of Vivian must have goaded Randal Thornton into action. On Tuesday, January 25, Randal started to close up shop in New Haven to move his operations to Orlando. Randal had long ago decided that Thornton Development should be his, yet after four months of maneuvering he was not gaining any ground. It was time to go down there and make things happen. It was not a big deal for him to pick up and move as he had no projects under development and the only construction project he had on the books was nearing completion. Randal figured his new silent partner Vincent Scarpizio, business agent for the International Stevedore and Longshoreman Association, could take care of that little item. Vinnie 'The Weasel' Scarpizio was good at taking care of a lot of things, Randal had discovered. And their business relationship was mutually rewarding, given the way the gangster types normally operate. Randal was Scarpizio's ticket into New Haven society, something Vincent desperately wanted. It was no skin off Randal's nose to introduce him around and surprisingly, the charming and cultured Mafioso fit right in. Vince, as the gentry knew him, was a scratch golfer and a hell of a raconteur. In addition, Vinnie was cutting a wide swath through the golf widows when he was not on the links. Randal suspected that some of his wealthy associates were also about to gain a new partner, but again it was no skin off his nose, 'cave canem' and all that. As for employees, Randal only had one: Mitzi Walters, a secretary who conveniently doubled as his cocotte. Mitzi was no brain surgeon but she could type, file, suck, fuck, and answer the phone; besides, that Cuban bitch, Maria, had broken him of the smart woman habit. Mitzi was simply thrilled about moving to Florida; as Randal was breaking out the blow, she was unzipping his pants. That was another benefit of knowing Vinnie; he had an unending supply of cocaine, no doubt smuggled in by his union brothers. While Jake was attending Cindy's fashion show, Randal was passing the keys to his house to a real estate agent as Mitzi sat impatiently in the front seat of his Lincoln smacking a piece of Juicy Fruit. By eight o'clock, Randal was burning up I-95 headed south. The defecation was about to hit the rotating cooling device. ------- Chapter 38 The last week in January of 1972 was a busy one for Jake. Monday had been the unexpected and unsettling meeting with Vivian followed by the blow up with Melissa. Tuesday, he had a paper to write for his college prep English class. The five pages took forever to type; how, he wondered, could someone as smart and athletic as him be totally inept with a typewriter. He hoped Vickie Greer was at least getting a laugh out of his misfortune, he grumbled to himself. Wednesday had been Cindy's fashion show; his little angel of mercy had looked all grown up and stunningly beautiful. That she kept insisting that they were going to be together in the future despite all that was going on in his life still amazed him. It was Thursday, and Jake was feeling good. Feeling good in spite of the embarrassment he felt when Vickie handed him back his term paper. It had so many red corrections of typos it looked as if she had slashed her wrists reading it. Typing sucked. However, the day brightened right after lunch when Tigger cornered him in the hall and said she was healed up and ready for lesson two. She had asked her cousin if she could borrow him for the afternoon and Melissa had agreed. Jake was not thrilled with the idea of being loaned out like a stud but, hey, anything to help educate the youth of America. By the end of Jake's baseball practice, Tigger was in anticipatory meltdown; she was already squirming in her seat as Jake slid behind the wheel. She had waited in his car doing her homework and listening to the radio while he practiced. Jake gave her a kiss and fired up the big V8; there was an aroma wafting about. "Jake, my panties are so wet it's like I peed them; you need to get me somewhere and take care of me pronto," she said. Jake allowed that he had a place in mind and headed for Liz's bungalow. Tigger had on a conservative skirt and blouse although you could not tell because the skirt was pulled up to mid-thigh as she absently rubbed herself. Not to mention the three buttons she had undone so Jake could eye her creamy breasts as they strained mightily to escape her bra. Jake had to force himself to drive the speed limit; it seemed as if it took an hour to get to the little house. They walked in and Tigger looked around. "Is this your casa amor, my young stallion?" she asked. Then she burst out laughing as Jake spun around and gawked at her. She had mimicked Maria perfectly; Jake had to turn around to make sure her mother was not there also. "I overheard Mom call you that on the phone, I couldn't resist yanking your chain. How many times have you brought her here?" "Once, but it was only to go over some paperwork for Melissa; I have much bigger plans for you, my buxom impressionist." Tigger smiled at that and melted in his arms. He picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and stood her next to the bed. He disrobed her then himself. As he turned her towards the bed, she saw the cuffs attached to the bedposts. She let out a little gasp but did nothing to resist as Jake fastened her in place. Now that she was immobilized, Jake started to work with his lips, tongue, and fingers. Tigger liked this new game as one orgasm after another washed over her. She was more vocal this afternoon compared to her first lesson. She was telling Jake in no uncertain terms what she liked; trouble was that so far she liked it all. She even liked it when Jake wet his finger in her sopping slit and wormed it up her anus. "Wow, who would have thought something that sounded so disgusting would feel so good?" she thought. She squirmed to get more of his probing finger deeper into her backchannel. For his part, Jake was glad the cuffs were so well padded. He did not think they were designed for the amount of abuse Marisa was putting them through. If the company that made them ever needed a testimonial, he was their man. Tigger heaved her body up and down and thrashed side to side as she came. Her fingers were curled into red tipped claws and the tendons on her neck stood out from the strain. Now he knew why she had needed five days to recover from her last lesson. Jake finally eased up on her, unfastened her wrists and ankles, and went for a cloth and a glass of water. A sip of water and a little sponge bath had her ready for another round. She tried to pull Jake on top of her but he was not playing that game today. Jake rolled her over and pulled her up on her knees. He positioned himself behind her; steadying himself with one hand on her ass, he used his other hand to guide him into her tight little wet pussy. He rocked forward driving a couple of inches into her then playfully slapped her on her ass. With an 'eek' she tried to get away but Jake grabbed her hips. "What's the matter, Tigger, you can dish it out but you can't take, huh?" "Ooh, I really kinda liked it, you just startled me", she said looking over her shoulder at him, "Try me again, me' mucho macho gringo." Jake almost fell of the bed laughing but took her up on her offer with a couple of more swats as he fully seated his prong in her narrow passage. Jake forgot about smacking that booty, because when she was full of dick Tigger was like the mechanical bull at a cowboy bar. Her baby soft butt was gyrating around in a syncopated motion that was impossible to follow. Jake grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and let her do the work. Jake had never even heard of a woman that got into boinking like Tigger. When Jake did get in a couple of strokes, she went wild again. Jake was going to have to find out what her secret was; it had to be worth millions. Jake flipped over and pulled her on top, he wanted to watch her face while she was in action. Man o' man was that a bad idea! As soon as she impaled herself, Tigger dug her nails into Jake's pectoral muscles. He finally pried her fingernails out of his chest and held her arms out to the side as she pogoed up and down. She was going to break something if she kept this up Jake decided and it was probably going to be something of his she broke. Just as he was attempting to extricate himself, she had the granddaddy of all orgasms; wailing like a banshee she fell forward and clamped her teeth into his shoulder like a moray eel. After she calmed down, she lay on him smiling dreamily. Jake gave her a couple of minutes to rest and for the pain in his shoulder to subside then flipped her off him onto her back. Jake reached in the nightstand and dug out the baby oil; he squirted a stream between her big breasts then had her smear it around. He showed her how he wanted her to push them together then he straddled her and slid his dick into the warm slick valley she created for him. Tigger watched raptly as he got his rhythm. She moaned with him as he peppered her face and hair with the force of his cum spurts. They showered together, put some Bacitracin antibiotic on Jake's bite, and worked on Tigger's oral skills. Jake knew one thing for sure, there was no sixty-nining going to happen between them, no way Jose was his dick going to be anywhere near her teeth when she came. Jake walked Tigger to her door and gave her a kiss. She said she was looking forward to lesson three; Jake shivered when she sank her nails slightly into his arm to emphasize her point. Just as he was getting in his car, Tigger came running out calling his name. Jake climbed back out of his car and walked over to her. "Mom needs to see you for a minute," she said. Jake nodded and walked in with her. Maria was in the kitchen looking good in her business suit with an apron over it. Jake told her she looked nice and she kissed him on the nose as thanks. Maria gestured for Jake to sit down then gave Tigger a significant 'this is private' look. Disappointed about being excluded, Tigger pouted and flounced out of the kitchen. "I've got some news about Randal for you," Maria said. Jake nodded for her to continue. "The person I had checking on Randal said he closed up his office and moved. He checked with the rental agent and found out that Randal had given an Orlando post office box as a forwarding address. Barry had a friend of his in the FBI check to see if Randal was the subject of any federal racketeering investigation. He found out that Randal is listed as a contact of a union official named Scarpizio but was not being directly investigated. Scarpizio is in the longshoreman union -- so that part of Vivian's story holds water." "What business would Randal have down here?" Jake asked. "Randal puts together commercial projects, large buildings mostly. He is good at packaging everything from site acquisition through to furniture selection. He gets a percentage from each subcontractor and supplier plus a fee for handling the overall project. Theoretically, he could do that anywhere but, as a practical matter, all his usual contacts, subcontractor base, and vendors are in New England. Thornton Development is the only thing that could make it worth his while to move down here." "That does not sound good," said Jake, "What do you think he is up too?" "I really don't know, Jacob; Randal has been irrational about this from the start. He is acting in ways I never thought possible. Did you know he is even bringing his bimbo girlfriend secretary down her with him?" "Does Tigger--er--Marisa know he is coming down?" Maria smiled, "I know about her new nickname -- she even has Barry calling her that. What no one will tell me is what it means or how she got it. Anyway, the answer to your question is no. Randal has not even spoken to her since he went back after Russell's funeral. They have never been close, in fact neither she and nor Tyler have ever had much to do with their father, which seemed to suit him just fine." "Do you think Barry can put a word in the FBI's ear that Randal might need closer scrutinizing? I think the more eyes he has on him the harder it will be for him to do something drastic." "That is a good idea, Jacob; I'll ask him tonight. Speaking of Barry, are you ok with me seeing him? We seem to be so good together, Barry and I." "All I want is for you to be happy. You are one of the good people; you deserve to be happy," Jake said with conviction. Beaming a radiant smile, Maria sat down in his lap. "You are still my young stallion," she teased. They both jerked their heads towards the door when they heard a fit of muffled giggling. Later that night, Jake and Melissa discussed what Maria had told him. Surprisingly, she thought it was good that Randal was close. It would be easier to keep up with him now; plus Barry could turn the heat up on him. Jake shrugged at her argument; he had an inkling that Randal was too dangerous to be this close. Friday, Jake and Melissa skipped regular school and went on an educational field trip with Charles to check on the new store under construction in Orlando. It was Jake's first visit to the site; he was impressed at the location they chose. He remembered that in his former life this corner was the home of one of the largest Ford dealerships in the country. Jake was also impressed with the progress being made; Charles told him they were about ten days ahead of schedule largely because of the mild winter so far. Block masons were busy laying up the last two exterior walls while a crane was unloading a tractor-trailer full of steel I-beams for the roof system. Jake wandered around while Charles and Melissa talked to the building superintendent; Jake wondered what the tough looking middle-aged construction guy thought about his teenaged boss. He must think highly of her Jake figured, when he put his arms around her and she kissed him on the cheek. Melissa dragged the guy over to meet Jake; his name was Sam Parker. Melissa told Jake that she had visited job sites with her dad since she was six and 'Uncle' Sam was her favorite builder. Melissa left Jake with Sam and went to walk around with Charles. Jake and Sam made small talk until they saw Melissa and Charles approaching. Sam shook Jake's hand and told him to be good to his little 'Lissa or he would put a boot up Jake's ass. Sam's grip was vise-like Jake did not doubt his word for a minute; he nodded and said, "Yes Sir." Jake recalled that Gail Martin's father said almost the same thing. Jake guessed construction guys must all exchange ideas on how to deal with suitors. Saturday, Charles finally convinced Jake to try golfing with him. Charles, Sven and Barry Miller needed a fourth. Jake decided he could sacrifice a morning for dear old dad so he piled into Charles' Olds and headed to the links. Jake exercised his gift certificate that Charles gave him for his birthday and bought himself a set of left-handed clubs, a bag and a dozen balls. Jake should have purchased more than one dozen. He then proceeded to show Charles and Company that lack of golfing talent could be passed down father to son. By the time the foursome made it back to the clubhouse, the groundskeeper was ordering a couple of pallets of sod to replace the divots Jake had cratered across the course. As Jake sipped a Tab, the three adults ragged his ass for how badly he played. Even Charles acted smugly superior. Back at home, Jake discovered it was officially sleepover Saturday. Angie was going out with Beth and Tigger was spending the night at their house. Erika and Muffy were dragging Jake to the mall to buy presents for his sisters' upcoming birthdays. Erika was spending the night with them. The surprise guest was Jody Marks. Jody was hanging out with Debbie for the weekend. Jake sat at the nook table as Jody brought them up to speed on her life. The future pilot she was so in love with turned out to be an opportunistic bastard who tried to control everything Jody did. She had not been in touch with them because he had insisted she hang out with him and his crowd. When he returned from Christmas break, he told her he was engaged to his high school sweetheart, so it was time for Jody to hit the road. Someone needed to teach that boy some manners. Later that evening, a lot was happening while Melissa and Erika were dragging Jake around the mall. For instance, Debbie and Jody were getting dressed up to go out. Although Jody did not know it, Debbie was taking her to the same lesbian bar she had enjoyed with Maria. Debbie had some unfinished business with Jody. For her part, Jody was willing to do anything Debbie wanted; Jake's confident and beautiful sister enraptured her. She, too, remembered the electric kiss they had shared as she was leaving the Turner house back in October. When Debbie told her on the phone to bring something sexy to wear out on a date, Jody was disappointed because she thought Debbie had fixed her up and they were doubling. Still, she picked out a tight white top and a red miniskirt that showed off her gymnast's legs. She knew that with her heels on she was an impressive little hottie in the outfit. Debbie wore an equally sexy ensemble, although it was all black: skirt, blouse, and calf high boots. Debbie had on crimson lipstick and finger nail polish; to Jody, she looked strong and forebodingly beautiful. When they were in Debbie's car heading for the bar, Jody asked her where they were meeting their dates. Debbie laughed and put her hand on Jody's knee, "You are my date, Sweetpea -- and don't forget it." Her words shot a thrill through Jody; she smiled at Debbie and nodded her assent. Jody turned herself slightly in her seat so Debbie could keep her hand on her knee and anywhere else she wished. In Orlando, Randal was talking on the phone to Vinnie Scarpizio. Neither one of them knew the phone was tapped. The FBI had obtained a court order allowing them to monitor Scarpizio's phones two days earlier. Unfortunately, Randal never identified himself and the Feds did not recognize his voice. Randal had a new need and wanted Vince to lend him a couple of 'handymen'. Vinnie gave him a name and what turned out to be the number for the ASLA union hall in Tampa. Randal thanked him and they chitchatted about golf and the country club scene. Vinnie said he would be down next month to catch some of the Yankee's spring training in Tampa. He would come visit; they could get in a few rounds and survey the local talent. Randal hung up the telephone and leaned back in his desk chair. The furnished luxury condominium he was renting was expensive but perfect for him and Mitzi. Randal had gone all out for his little concubine; she was sporting a brand new Florida wardrobe that had set him back a couple of thousand dollars. Money well spent he estimated because she had been on him like a fat boy on a Twinkie every since. His new office was on the ground floor of the condo; how groovy was that? Mitzi loved sitting at her desk in front of the large plate glass window; she knew she was the object of every male's attention that walked by. He thought that he might as well stay right here when he took over Thornton Development, there had to be a place nearby for the peons to work. Randal decided his latest plan for acquiring Thornton Development was sheer genius. His bitch of a niece's will precluded him from taking the easy way out and having her whacked. However, if she were incapacitated in some way, it would fall on him to step in and save the family business. He only needed his foot in the door to show that his management skills were needed on a long-term basis. He had Vivian's proxy for the ten shares she still owned; combined with his fifteen, he controlled a quarter of the company. That was surely enough to back his legal challenge when Melissa was sidelined. Monday, he would call Vinnie's instruments of change to put his plan into action. The thought of finally obtaining his goal excited Randal; he arose from his desk looking for the compliant and ever-grateful Mitzi. While Randal was contemplating giving Mitzi a tonsil-dicktomy, Debbie and Jody were walking into the Yum-Yum Tree lounge. Debbie had her arm casually around Jody's shoulder; Jody had her arm proudly around Debbie's waist. Jody was not a bit reticent when it came to public displays of affection with Debbie. When Debbie took her on the dance floor, Jody molded her small body against her bigger friend. Jody eagerly made out in the booth and quickly spread her legs for Debbie's questing hand. They stayed at the bar for a couple of hours then Debbie drew Jody to her feet. "Are you ready, Sweetpea?" Debbie asked. "Oh yes, Deborah; I could not be any readier." Debbie smiled; her new little pet was a fast learner. Debbie led her to the parking lot then unlocked the car door for her. Before Jody could open the door and get in Debbie pushed her against the car and kissed her with a probing tongue. Jody melted; she leaned limply against the car when Debbie stepped back. "That should hold you until we get home," Debbie said with a devilish grin. As Debbie was pointing her Calypso Blue, Boss 302 Mustang toward the Turners' house, Jake was opening the door to Liz's bungalow for Erika and Melissa. Jake and Erika had cooked up a little surprise for Muffy; it was time for her to pay the piper. By her own admission, she had two spankings coming; tonight, Jake was going to redden her beautiful ass then, as he had promised her, he was going to ream and ravage it. Once inside the house Jake explained all this in detail to Melissa, her eyes kept getting bigger as he talked. Melissa squirmed her bottom as she contemplated the extended attention it would shortly be receiving. Erika went into the kitchen and brought back the big wooden spoon she had borrowed from Helga; Melissa moaned when she saw the size of it. Jake sat down on the couch and nodded to Erika who proceeded to disrobe Melissa. When Melissa was nude, Erika led her to Jake and helped her lay across his lap. Both girls' eyes glittered as Jake raised the spoon in a high arc above his head. Jake gave her ten stinging swats on each ass cheek. Melissa screeched and wiggled but made no effort to actually get up. When the spanking was over, her shining ass was as pink as the inside of her wet little pussy. Erika led her to the bedroom where the big blonde laid her on her stomach and poured soothing aloe lotion on her beacon-bright ass. Erika quickly stripped and joined Melissa on the big four-poster bed. Jake stood by the bed watching the two women as they kissed with increasing ardor. Jake began removing his clothes as Erika pulled Melissa on top of her in the sixty-nine position. As Erika feasted on her lover's tasty quim, she was repeatedly working an aloe-lubed finger into Melissa's anus. Jake moved up onto the bed and positioned himself behind Melissa's marvelous ass. He lubed his dick with the KY he had snagged from the nightstand. Erika pulled Melissa ass cheeks apart to fully expose the target rose as Jake set the head of his slippery dick against her pucker. His little love muffin squeaked as he pushed firmly past her sphincter too quickly for her to prevent his plundering probe. Erika nuzzled her face deeper into Melissa's pussy and sought out her clit as Jake pushed even more of his rigid shaft into her. Melissa was up on her hands and knees now; this was too intense for her to try to please Erika. The smooth pistoning stroke of her man in her ass combined with the eagerly lapping tongue of her woman was sweeping her towards oblivion. Besides, she could not talk with her face buried in Erika's crotch. "Take me Jake, use me, whip me, beat me, make me your slut. I want to be your Blanche Dubois, Your Stellaaaahhh..." She came as she flashed on an image of Jake as Stanley Kowalski in a wife beater tee-shirt. It was a spectacular orgasm, her body clenched so tightly Jake thought she was going to hurt herself. Then she trembled, let out an ethereal moan, and fell over unconscious. Erika and Jake looked at each other in disbelief; it was the damnedest thing they had ever seen. Jake went to get a wet towel for Melissa; while Erika used it to revive her, Jake went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, a blissfully smiling Muffy held out her arms to him. "That was wonderful, Baby", she said, "I want us to do it to Erika, and then I want it again." Jake groaned; it was going to be a long night. A smiling Erika was already getting on hands and spread knees for the next round. Four miles away, the night was heating up in Debbie's bedroom as Debbie had a squirmy little gymnast pinned to the bed with her strap-on. Jody was happily spitted on the other end of the eight-inch rubber dick. She was in heaven and in love with the goddess hovering above her. ------- Randal Thornton called the union hall of the Tampa International Stevedore and Longshoremen Association at nine o'clock Monday morning. He left a cryptic message for Lester Miller that included his callback phone number. At eleven Miller called him, a meeting was arranged for the next evening between Randal, Miller, and Lester's trusted friend and brother-in-law, Donald Feranti. Miller and Feranti were lower level soldiers for the Scarpizio operation. Vinnie Scarpizio had branched out to Tampa because it was an excellent port for the trans-shipment of drugs. At nine o'clock in Palmdale, Jake and Melissa were heading toward the office of Diane Phillips, principal of John F. Kennedy High School. Jake detested being called to the office, although he had to admit that since Diane had become principal the visits were usually innocuous. The ever-efficient school secretary waved them towards the door to Ms. Phillip's office; they walked in and had a seat. The office was crowded as Carl McClelland and Coach Nelson were also there. Jake decided the meeting could not be about anything too bad as the three adults were all grinning. "We have some double-good news for you and a huge favor to ask," Diane said. "The double-good news is that Sara and Brian and Carl and I are getting married on Valentines Day." Jake could not restrain himself and let out a whoop. He jumped up and hugged Diane then almost dislocated Brian's and Carl's arms as he shook their hands. Melissa also was hugging everyone; it was fabulous news. "We knew you would be happy, Jake, since you played matchmaker for us. Now for the favor -- could you two watch Faith and Hope for a week? We are going to get married on a Valentine's cruise to the Bahamas; the ship sails on the 11th and returns on the 19th." Melissa said, "Of course we'll keep them; they are such nice young ladies, it would be a pleasure." Jake nodded his concurrence; spending time with the twins was a long way from being an odious chore. After more hugging and hand shaking, the teens left the office. February was going to be a great month, Jake thought, Debbie turned eighteen on the tenth, and then Angie would be seventeen on the seventeenth. Four great people were getting married, he would be playing baseball, and he was spending a week with the surprising Phillips twins. Life was just too damn good! ------- Tuesday evening at seven, Randal met Miller and Feranti at a rest stop on Interstate 4 between Tampa and Orlando. Randal told the taciturn stevedores what he wanted to happen in broad terms; he was leaving the details to them, after all, they were the experts. Randal gave them a picture of Melissa plus a typed sheet with her address, a description of her car, and some other details. Miller had a few questions, the main one being how badly Randal wanted her hurt. Randal said anything short of dead was fine with him. Randal added that he wanted her to be in continued fear for her life afterwards so it needed to be something dramatic and traumatic. Miller's lip twisted up in a little smile at that, he liked to hurt people. The two thugs told Randal they would take the job; a pleased Randal handed each of them an envelope containing five thousand dollars, half their fee up front. One thing about Miller and Feranti that made them trusted by Mr. Scarpizio was their thoroughness. Wednesday, they packed up and headed to Palmdale. They rented two rooms in an efficiency motel using assumed names then let the friendly folks at Avis rent them another car. The rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday, they drove around familiarizing themselves with the area. On Friday, they made their final plan as they sat in the rental car parked on the street across from the Turners' house. Their client wanted the woman hurt and terrorized, which meant a show of violence. They figured a daytime attack would have the necessary effect. A daytime job increased the odds of being caught, but the two thought they had a good enough plan to preclude witnesses or capture. Now all they had to do was wait for an opportunity to strike. ------- Melissa woke up at nine on Saturday morning, stretching like a cat; damn did she feel good. She looked at the clock and hustled into the shower, she was supposed to pick Tigger up at ten; they were going to the mall. Tigger wanted some sexy underwear for lesson number three from Jake. Melissa arrive at Maria's at ten after. She went in and said hello to her aunt. Maria had not heard the news about the impending double marriages so Melissa filled her in. Tigger was finally ready to go at ten-thirty. Maria told Melissa to drive safely as they bolted out the door. Neither girl noticed the nondescript Ford sedan that fell in behind them. The addition of a second girl made no difference to the two thugs; whatever happened to her was irrelevant as long as their target got taken care of. As they followed the silver Corvette, they calmly looked for the best place to carry out their mission. They were on the perfect road for what they needed to do; as soon as there were no other cars in sight, Feranti pulled over as if to pass. Melissa and her cousin were yakking about what kind and color of bra and panty would look best on Tigger when Melissa noticed a car pulling out to pass them. The driver must be in a super hurry to pass her here, she thought. They were on Nova road, a narrow lane that ran beside a large canal. Melissa was concentrating on the road ahead as the sedan pulled up next to them. When the car did not complete the pass, she glanced to her left. When she did the passenger lifted a shotgun and pointed it at her through his open window, "Die bitch!' he yelled then fired the shotgun into her front tire. Melissa screamed and jerked the steering wheel to the right; the Corvette glanced off a palm tree, spun, and plunged into the canal. Melissa's seatbelt kept her from being throw forward but she cracked her head against the side window hard enough to stun her. Marisa was slumped in her seat, unconscious with blood tricking down her face. She was also belted in but had slammed into the upright pillar that held the right side of the windshield. As Melissa regained her senses she stared to panic when water started to rapidly fill the mostly submerged automobile. She desperately struggled with her seat belt, it was jammed by the crash and her fingers felt like thick sausages as she struggled to free herself. ------- Chapter 39 Melissa took a deep breath and tried to calm herself as she had seen Jake do before in any tense situation. It worked and she was able to focus enough to get her seatbelt unbuckled. Water was up to her lap now; she reasoned she had about a minute to extricate Marisa from her seatbelt and get them both out of the submerged car. She looked over her shoulder towards the back window; to her amazement, the back of the car appeared to be above the water. She redoubled her efforts to get Marisa out of her seatbelt as the water rose above her waist. She was not letting them drown in water shallow enough to stand up in. Melissa took another deep breath to fight down the helpless panic feeling. Then a face appeared in her side window; it was a man making a circling motion then pointing to the window. He wanted her to crank down her window, she realized. She shook her head 'no' and pointed in short jabs to Marisa's seatbelt. He nodded and disappeared. He was back in under fifteen seconds, tapped on the window again, and showed her a knife. She nodded, took a deep breath, and rolled down the window. Water poured through the opening. She wriggled herself quickly through the window as he was tugging fruitlessly on the door handle. The door was jammed shut. Melissa broke the surface of the water coughing and sputtering. Hands reached for her from the bank but she dove back towards the car. By now, two more men were tugging open the passenger door as the man with the knife sawed at the seatbelt imprisoning Marisa. Retreating back into the shallow water, Melissa watched helplessly during the long minute it took the three men to free her cousin. By then, someone had come into the canal and led her to a place from which she could climb the embankment. A crowd had gathered at the edge of the canal, while in the distance, a siren wailed. Melissa slumped to the ground; she was shivering from the cold and shock. Some kind stranger wrapped a picnic blanket around her shoulders. She watched in horror as the three men brought Marisa's unconscious body to the edge of the canal and started CPR. By the time the police arrived with an ambulance in tow, Marisa was thankfully breathing on her own. She was still unconscious but the paramedic said that she had a strong pulse and regular although shallow breathing. Melissa asked one of the men to retrieve their purses from her car then she climbed into the back of the ambulance with her cousin. Melissa had told the first officer on the scene what had happened and asked him to notify Barry Miller. The officer was instantly alert when the States Attorney's name was mentioned. Melissa also made sure the officer got names and addresses of the Good Samaritans who had saved her and Marisa. How, she wondered, had they gotten to them so quickly. Melissa walked into the emergency room alongside Marisa's gurney. A nurse pointed Melissa towards a wheel chair and made her sit in it. Melissa told the nurse that she needed to notify her aunt about Marisa; the nurse compromised and wheeled Melissa to the reception counter. The nurse dialed the number for her and told her she had two minutes then she had to be processed and have her vitals taken. Melissa nodded absently as the phone brrringed in her ear. It only rang twice before a breathless Beth Owens answered. Beth told Melissa that Barry Miller had already called Maria and informed her of the wreck; Maria was on her way to the hospital as they were speaking. Beth said that she had also called Jake and he was on his way. Melissa relinquished the telephone and was wheeled into an examining cubicle. She was there only a minute or two before Dr. Malone, Jake's neurosurgeon, arrived. Dr. Malone spoke to her using her name. Malone knew where the money for his new state of the art, EEG machine came from. He gave her the standard series of tests and sent her for x-rays; what he did not do was answer her questions about the other Miss Thornton. Just as Malone was signing the order for head and torso x-rays, Jake Turner burst into the room, a vehemently protesting ER nurse on his heels. Malone shushed the nurse, said hello to Jake, and told him he could wheel Melissa up to Radiology. Melissa was almost dry by now but still shivered every once in a while. Jake snagged a couple of blankets from a linen cart in the hallway and bundled her up. Melissa told him what had happened and asked if he had any news about Marisa. Jake admitted that he did not; he had asked at the desk but was told the information was available to immediate family only. Forty-five minutes later, Dr. Malone met them in a consulting suite in Radiology. Melissa wanted Jake with her when she talked to Malone; she knew she was okay, but she wanted to know about Marisa. When Malone told her that her cousin was awake and responsive, Melissa let out a whoop and hugged Jake tightly. Marisa was going to be in the hospital a few days as she was badly banged up. Tigger's right shoulder was dislocated, her right knee had been hyper-extended, and she had three cracked ribs from the seatbelt tensioner. She also suffered a mild concussion and needed a dozen stitches to close her scalp wounds. Dr. Malone told Melissa she could go home after she picked up the prescriptions he had written for her at the ER reception desk. Jake had not spoken more than twenty words since he arrived. He stayed close to his Muffy to make sure she was comfortable but his mind was elsewhere. His mind was in Orlando to be exact; in his mind's eye his fingers were wrapped around Randal's throat, choking the life out of him. Melissa was not about to go home without checking on Marisa; neither was Jake. Jake finessed Tigger's room number from the ER nurse. He pushed Muffy to the elevators; she saw herself in the polished stainless steel door and 'eeked' at her appearance. Jake had to push her back to a restroom so she could organize herself a little. They made it to Marisa's room about fifteen minutes later. Maria and Barry were standing by the bed; Maria looked drawn and had clearly been crying. Jake and Melissa moved to the bed; Tigger was swaddled in bandages and looked like a small frightened child lying there. Jake bent down, kissed Tigger gently on the lips, and was rewarded with a small smile. "Not tonight, dear; I have a headache," she said. Jake laughed and knew she was going to be all right. Barry took Jake aside as the women fussed over Tigger. He filled Jake in on what had been learned so far. It definitely had not been an accident. Two young boys fishing at the canal had seen the whole thing. Barry went on to recount the boys' story. Their version jibed with what Melissa had told the police. The boys had run out on the road and flagged down cars to get help. The second car had three firemen returning home from their shift; those trained men had immediately gone to work. The girls were extremely lucky to be alive. Jake thanked Barry and asked him if he would keep him up to date on the investigation; Barry did not see the point of telling a teenager about a police investigation but nodded yes to appease Jake. Jake was seething with anger, especially after seeing poor Tigger. He kept his anger to himself though; when he paid Randal back for this, no one but Randal and him would know about it. Helen arrived about then; she hugged Maria, then checked to make sure Melissa was fit to be discharged regardless of Dr. Malone's opinion. Helen finally blessed Jake's taking Melissa home but gave him a barrage of instructions to take with him. Helen said she would be home in a couple of hours to check on her. Jake got Melissa home without incident; a tearful Erika was waiting on them. He had Erika run a hot bath for Melissa; they both helped her into the tub. Melissa was starting to get stiff and sore from her ordeal. The bath made her feel better but the best medicine was Jake and Erika caring for her. She soaked up the heat from the bath as Jake and Erika bathed and shampooed her. Jake got her into a nightie and into bed; she was asleep in under a minute. Erika climbed in the bed with her, holding Melissa's hand as she nodded off. Melissa was hurting Sunday morning; she was discovering new aches and pains every time she moved a different part of her body. Erika took her into the shower and again let the hot water beat on her for a while. That helped. Erika went home to get some fresh clothes; she was going to stay with her lovers as long as she was needed. Jake and Melissa skipped Mass, opting to visit Tigger instead. They arrived at the hospital at noon; Maria was there, of course, looking drawn and slightly haggard from a night spent caring for and worrying about her baby. They were standing by the bed when the next visitors arrived. It was Randal Thornton and a very attractive young woman in a colorful print dress and white heels. Randal gave Maria a curt greeting and received a snort of derision for his effort. Maria could not believe the sorry bastard had showed up with his tarty concubine. Maria excused herself and left the room, saying she was going home to shower and change clothes. Randal, asshole that he was, gave his daughter a cursory greeting then tuned his attention to Melissa. 'God, was he smarmy, ' thought Jake, as Randal was putting on the concerned parent and uncle act. He was surprised that Melissa seemed to be eating it up; what the hell was she up to? Randal quickly got around to offering his services while Melissa recuperated; Melissa said great -- damn, this was strange. Randal told his companion, whom he had not bothered to introduce, to go get something to drink while he and his niece talked business. Jake offered to walk her to the cafeteria and she gave him a nice smile. Once in the hall, Jake held out his hand. "Jake Turner," he introduced himself. She reached out and took his hand, "Mitzi Walters, pleased ta meetcha'." Jake and Mitzi sat down at a table in the deserted cafeteria with a soda from the vending machine. Jake looked at her closely; she was not hard on the eye, that was for sure. She was about five-six and well-built. Her breasts were not that big but they rode high, round, and proud on her chest. Her ass was nice and trim; her legs were surprisingly muscular and well formed. She had dark brown hair and liquid brown eyes; even with a name like Walters, a southern Italian heritage was evident. Jake figured it would not hurt to have a friend in the enemy camp so he wicked up the charm, intensified his eye contact, and got her talking about herself. "So, how did you get tied up with Randal?" he asked. "My cousin Vinnie told me Randal was looking for a secretary. I had a diploma from secretarial school, I could still type ninety words a minute, seemed like a good job, so here I am." Jake was incredulous -- 'ninety words a minute'; he could not even talk that fast. "Boy, I have two term papers that would love to meet your fingers," he said. She laughed and said she would be glad to type them for him if he was around. Jake told her she would earn his eternal gratitude if she did; he would do anything to repay her. She laughed again. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Cutie," she said. They strolled back to Marisa's room laughing and joking about Jake's misfortune with anything that required typing. Melissa and Randal were sitting in the little waiting room by the nurses' station talking about business. Randal stood up as Jake and Mitzi entered the room. He hugged Melissa goodbye and said he would see her tomorrow. Mitzi asked if she could come also; Randal magnanimously said, "Sure, Sweetcheeks." Mitzi winked at Jake when no one was looking. As soon as Randal and Mitzi were on the elevator headed down, Jake asked what was going on. Melissa said she was going to let Randal think she still needed him - actually only to keep him occupied. She wanted him near her so she could keep an eye on him. Jake told her about his chat with Mitzi and his idea of making her an ally. Melissa laughed at that one. "I don't suppose that her being pretty had anything to do with your decision. You better remember that you already have your full quota of Italian girlfriends," she said. Jake tried his best to look injured by her pithy remarks as they went in to see Tigger again. Poor Tigger, she was in pain today, plus she was seemingly covered in bruises. She must have bounced off everything on the inside the Corvette; good thing the seatbelt had minimized the impacts. She still had her sense of humor though as she made a few caustic remarks about Randal and Mitzi. Every time she laughed, she flinched as her cracked ribs sent spasms of pain through her side. It broke Jake's heart to see her like this; someone was going to pay for hurting her, he vowed. Jake and Melissa skipped school again Monday, it was becoming a habit. The two of them figured they could get away with it though, since they were starting the day at the hospital. They sat with a much-improved Tigger from nine until Randal showed up at ten-fifteen. Maria arrived at nine-thirty; she looked spectacular and sophisticated. Jake guessed she was showing Randal what he had given up. Jake volunteered to show Mitzi the sights in Palmdale while Randal and Melissa went to Thornton Development. The four of them rode down in the elevator together and split up in the parking lot. Mitzi went gaga over Jake's Chevelle; turns out that she knew more about cars than he did. She asked him if it was stock; he said 'no' and popped the hood for her. She made the appropriate appreciative noises; Jake slammed down the hood and tossed her the keys. Mitzi drove his car carefully and competently; she said he would get more horsepower to the rear wheels if he had a manual transmission instead of an automatic. Jake conceded the point but pointed out that over five hundred horses were getting to the posi-track rear end already; how many did he need to drive to school? Jake took Mitzi for an early lunch, and then headed for Liz's. Mitzi was dressed young today -- miniskirt, tight sweater, and low heels. He loved the way her hips swayed as she walked in front of him. Jake let them into the bungalow, gave Mitzi a glass of wine, and then went out to his car. He returned with an electric typewriter, typing paper, and the hand-written version of the term papers he had put in the trunk that morning. "I thought you were kidding about the typing," she laughed. "Nope, you made me an offer I couldn't refuse." Still laughing, she put a blank sheet of paper in the typewriter and typed a few lines to loosen her fingers and get a feel for the key board. Then she took a clean sheet of paper and started typing his history report. She was the Van Clyburn of QWERTY; her fingers were a blur on the keyboard as she zipped out neatly double spaced pages of error-free text. She stopped twice to point out grammatical errors she had corrected then started on his civics paper. Same results: garbage in, diamonds out. Jake was going to make sure she got offered a job somewhere close; he had a feeling she was going to be an indispensable asset to him for more than just one day. She released the platen, pulled the last page up through the paper bail and off the roller, neatly collated the pages, and handed them to him. "Wow!" he exclaimed, as he perused the perfect pages, "I could kiss you for this." "You had better. I don't work for free," she said. Her slangy vocabulary had evaporated. He looked at her and their eyes locked; they exchanged that look where your insides seem to melt. He lowered his lips to hers; there was no doubt in either of their minds where this was leading. She was a good kisser, her little tongue active in his mouth. She did not protest as he cupped her breast through her sweater. After a long sexy kiss, Jake stood up and pulled her to her feet. Wordlessly they walked together to the bedroom. Mitzi excused herself and went to the bathroom; Jake stripped and laid on the big bed waiting for her. She came back to the bedroom in her sexy pink underwear; she had definitely dressed for success today. She put her hand on the bedpost at the end of the bed leaning her body to the side. She shook her head causing her hair to spill partly across her face. "Did you know I was a dancer before I got a job with Randal?" Jake shook his head no, so she showed him. Using the bedpost as a pole, she danced and stripped for him. She was limber and had good rhythm to accompany her great body; Jake was as hard as trigonometry when she finally hopped up on the bed. She made a beeline for his dick but Jake had other ideas. He wrestled her onto her back and started playing homage to her body. It seemed like familiar territory because she could have body-doubled for his precious little Muffy. This was new territory for Mitzi though, this having a man work so hard to please her. The culture she was raised in dictated she focus on pleasing the man; if she got off it was a bonus on the side. Now, this big beautiful young man was licking her woo-woo and driving her crazy. Her first orgasm snuck up on her; the next one she actively participated in. Jake liked the way her tasty little pussy clenched and expelled air with a little farting sound. Mitzi was quietly vocal, little strings of 'oh gods' and chants of 'yes, yes, yes' made Jake redouble his efforts. Mitzi's hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled him tighter to her. "Oh, Jake, this is going to be a big one," she gasped as she ground her split against his face. "Are you ready, are you ready for me to cum in your mouth?" Jake nodded his head up and down never losing contact with her clit. Mitzi stiffened and expelled her breath in a long ooohhh. Then her pussy clenched and she shot a long squirt of her juice right into his face and mouth. Damn that was hot, Jake thought as he eagerly licked and swallowed her tangy essence. When he had her cleaned up, he moved up beside her and took her into his arms. He held her as she recovered, gentle aftershocks making her tremble. "I'm so embarrassed, you made me cum so hard I think I peed myself," she said into his neck where her face was hidden. Jake laughed and said, "You didn't pee, you came. You squirted pussy juice -- and I loved it." She was dubious so Jake coaxed her into licking some of her own sauce off his face. "Wow, I taste pretty darn good," she said in wonderment. They spent the day doing everything Jake could think of that would give her pleasure. In between sessions, she opened up to his probing questions. She was aware of Randal's obsession with taking over Thornton; he talked about it all the time. Her cousin Vinnie Scarpizio was helping somehow but she did not know details. In an unguarded moment, she even told Jake that she kept cousin Vinnie up to date on Randal's dealings. Randal's affinity for cocaine came up; she would not say who his supplier was -- but it was not hard to figure out it was Scarpizio. Mitzi said that she wondered about Vinnie's seemingly up and up partnership with Randal. They made strange bedfellows, but Jake saw immediately that Vinnie was using Randal and his associates to launder his drug money. That was why he was willing to help Randal with his little problems. Scarpizio was a criminal ahead of his times; he was turning cocaine profits into multi-story office buildings. Jake asked her if Randal had met with anyone that seemed out of character for his business. She told him no but Randal had made a quick trip to Tampa to meet someone about two weeks ago. Jake filed that away then talked to Mitzi about her future. He told her about his idea of her working for either Thornton Development or Turner Furniture. Jake saw that she was potentially even more than someone who could file, type like a demon, and answer phones. She agreed that it would be great but she did not think either Vinnie or Randal would let her just walk away. Jake said that things have a way of working themselves out -- they would talk about it later. Jake had her back to Melissa's office at three. Mitzi had a new attitude and respect for sex. She had made Jake swear that they would get together again soon. Jake went from Thornton to the hospital to sit with Tigger. Tigger was sleeping when he arrived; Maria was sitting beside her bed reading a novel. When Maria saw Jake, she closed her book and gave him a wan smile. She gestured with her head towards the hallway and Jake followed her to the small waiting room by the nurses' station. Jake filled her in on what he had learned from Mitzi, omitting only his intimate interrogation techniques. Maria nodded and launched into the news she had received from Barry Miller. Barry said he had received a call from his friend in the Bureau about Scarpizio. A phone tap had yield information about Florida and so his friend was passing it along. The major problem was that the information could not be acted on because it would compromise the federal investigation. Barry had gotten a name: Lester Miller (no relation, Barry hoped) and a phone number that had turned out to be the Longshoreman's union hall in Tampa. That was a very good start; Jake asked Maria if she could set up a meeting with Jim Peters at her house that evening; he and Melissa would be there. Maria agreed and they walked back to Tigger's room. Melissa came in at four-thirty; Randal and Mitzi had dropped her off as planned on their way back to Orlando. They spent a half hour raising Tigger's spirits then headed home when Tigger's dinner arrived. Jake filled Melissa in on all he had learned on the ride home. Jim Peters, Private Investigator, arrived at Maria's at seven sharp; Melissa and Jake were waiting for him. Maria was there also; Beth was on duty at the hospital keeping Tigger company. Jake and Melissa outlined what they wanted Peters to do as he took notes. The main thing they needed was information on Lester Miller, where he hung out, who he consorted with, etc. Melissa also wanted tabs kept on Randal; she said Jim Peters could subcontract watching Randal but they wanted Peters to personally check out Lester Miller. Melissa gave Peters a check for five thousand dollars for two weeks and expenses. He was to call her if he needed more money. Peters told them that his wife and he would leave for Tampa in the morning. Unlike fictional PI's, Peters was married and his wife was his partner. She conducted stakeouts, researched records, and got into places he was barred from entering. Tuesday, it was back to school for them. Melissa was still stiff and sore but she was recovering rapidly. Jake proudly turned in his two term papers; he figured paying Mitzi her going rate (actually a coming rate) of two orgasms per page made him her 'ho' but it was a price he was willing to pay. At lunch, Rebecca Doane came by and inquired about Melissa and Marisa Thornton. Jake updated her on both girls. Rebecca also asked if he could drop by the library after school for a couple of minutes for a surprise. He said sure, it would be great to spend even a few minutes with her. Jake strode into the library just as the last of his old studyhall class mates were leaving. He greeted them by name with high fives. When the last student exited the library, Rebecca led Jake back to the storeroom. As soon as the door to the room closed behind them, he swept her up for a serious kiss. As he sat her gently back on her feet, she reached over, pulled a book of the shelf, and handed it to him. He looked at the cover of the paperback for a second them let out a whoop; it was "The Fury of Love" by Rebecca Doone. Lamonte had sent Rebecca a box of the books in advance of them hitting book stores. Jake hugged Rebecca and told him how proud of and happy for her he was. She insisted that he was responsible for her start as a writer but he was not buying that argument; after all, she wrote it, he had just given her a suggestion on a genre. Rebecca had him look at the cover again; he did a double take when he saw the dashing hero looked like him with long hair and the heroine in his arms was Rebecca. She laughed saying she had sent their pictures to the publisher's art department at Lamonte's insistence. Jake opened the book and read the inscription on the flyleaf: Jacob, You will always be my hero. All my love forever, Rebecca 2/8/72 The heartfelt sentiment choked Jake up; he grabbed her and kissed her again. He wanted to do more than kiss but this was neither the time nor place. He promised her he would drop by her house tomorrow after practice then dashed off to the baseball field. Diane Phillips called that evening and spoke with Melissa. She told Melissa if she wanted to back out of staying with the twins, she and Carl would understand; Melissa said she was fine and feeling better every day, by Friday she would be in the pink. Diane passed the phone to Carl who asked to speak to Jake. The men had basically the same conversation, with Jake confirming that Melissa was indeed well enough to help him with Faith and Hope. Jake mentioned that Erika was also probably going to help them out in case Melissa got tired easily. Diane and Carl were finally convinced and suggested they could come over Thursday night to work out the details. Maria also called with a progress report from Jim Peters; Peters had tracked Lester Miller down already and was tailing him. He also had a good man in Orlando shadowing Randal. Jake had a plan formulating; he went to find Debbie to see if she would be interested in helping him carry it out. After talking to Debbie, Jake corralled Erika, his other Amazon Warrior, and asked if she wanted to participate. Both girls had readily agreed; Erika for revenge, Debbie because she loved that kind of shit. Now all Jake needed was a way to get Lester Miller alone; he sure hoped Jim Peters could come up with something useful. Jake snuggled into bed between his honeys; Melissa was pressed against his back as he held a big handful of big Erika. This promised to be one of the most momentous months of either of his lives, Jake thought. Rebecca's book, the double marriages of couples he had pushed together, and maybe some closure to the Randal Thornton problem. Meanwhile, in Orlando, Mitzi was on her knees sucking on Randal's little Popsicle. Randal was sitting at his desk dreaming of being CEO of Thornton Development as he snorted a spoon of snow up his nose. Mitzi was doing some dreaming of her own; thanks to her new friend in Palmdale, she had something to dream about. Besides giving her the most fulfilling sex she had ever experienced, her new cutie patootie had offered her a way out of her recurring role as some bastard's plaything/sex toy. Mitzi now listened intently as Randal talked on the phone; Jake told her that something might come up that could set her free, one of these calls might be that key something. It was Wednesday morning and life was returning to normal. Jake was in the bathroom trying to shave as Melissa and Erika kept pushing him from his shaving position in front of the mirror. Jake wanted to be irritated, but it was hard to get mad at his sweeties as they bustled about wearing nothing but panties and smiles. It was a tough life, but he guessed he would have to live it. At four o'clock that afternoon, Jake ran out onto the Kennedy High baseball diamond for his team's first game. He took his position in center field, warming up his arm by tossing a ball back and forth with the other outfielders. The game itself was not that great; the Kennedy team was not going to be much of a threat for the conference title unless something drastic happened. Jake had realized that early on but it did not really make a big difference. He liked to win but he loved to play. The Kennedy Panthers actually won that day 3-2; Brad Simmons, their only real pitcher, had a good game. Jake went 2 for 3 with a walk and two RBIs. He also got an assist, throwing out a base runner trying to advance on a fly ball. After the game, Jake motored to the hospital to check on Tigger. He was euphoric to see her up and out of bed. She did not go far or move very fast but at least she was up and moving under her own power. Her knee turned out to be less injured than it first appeared. She was gimpy but able to support her weight on it. Her smile brightened up the room when she saw Jake standing at the door watching her. Jake did not stay long; the day was starting to wear on her, and she was tired. She gave him a sweet little kiss when he left, running her tongue lightly over his lips. Jake stopped by to say hello to the Doane sisters on his way home. He teased Katie about the five pounds she complained about gaining. She was definitely pregnant, her little belly just starting to pooch out. She and Rebecca made a big fuss over him; seating him between them on the couch, they took turns telling him what had been going on in their lives since his birthday. The sisters were as excited as he was about the impending weddings of Diane and Sara. Jake told them that he and Melissa were watching the twins during the wedding cruise. Rebecca and Katie had been amazed at the precocious pair at his birthday party. "They were such refined young ladies," Katie said. Jake stifled a laugh; Katie might reevaluate her opinion if she had seen Faith and Hope working over Erika. Jake left at eight-thirty and Rebecca walked him out. In the foyer, they shared a passionate kiss. Rebecca said she wanted them to get together as soon as he could arrange it. Thursday dawned on a back-to- normal Melissa; at least Jake figured her libido was back to normal as he watched Melissa and Erika sixty-nine in the early morning light. Erika saw Jake was awake and motioned for him to join them. Erika was riding Melissa's face, occasionally dipping her head down, and licking Melissa to keep her on the edge. Jake had noticed that while Erika deferred to her friend on most everything; she was the more assertive when it came to sex. Erika pivoted around and resettled herself on Melissa's face as Jake took her place between Muffy spread thighs. After a satisfying orgasm for each of them, they hit the showers en masse. It was pleasantly crowded in the cascading water. Jake bathed both girls and Erika washed him. The girls got out of the shower while he shampooed, he was certain they exited early to once again deny him the sink. He was going to have to invest in an electric razor he guessed, if he wanted to keep shaving. That evening, Jake and Melissa went to Diane Phillips' house for their briefing on twin sitting. When Hope and Faith let them in, Melissa greeted them by name; Jake had clued Muffy in on how to differentiate between them. Faith grabbed Jake's hand, dragging him into the parlor where Carl was sitting. She left him there to rejoin her sister and Melissa. It appeared that Diane was going to brief Melissa while Carl spoke to Jake. Carl shook hands with Jake then handed him a thick loose-leaf binder. Jake opened the binder and leafed through it. It was the most comprehensive set of contingency plans he had ever seen. Jake doubted the astronauts on lunar missions had instructions half as thorough. Everything, from unexpected menstruation to out of season hurricanes, was covered in the neatly tabbed and cross-referenced sections. Jake looked at him in speechless wonder when Carl asked if he had any questions. On the way home, Melissa went through Carl's manual, laughing her ass off. She was noncommittal about her talk with Diane; Jake guessed it was about female stuff. He did not want any part of that conversation. The twins had made him promise to take them to school in his new car the next morning and to pick them up in the afternoon. He was looking forward to that; he enjoyed the little minxes company. Who would not, he wondered; they were bright, effervescent, and funny. When they got home, Helen told him that Maria had called and asked if he could be at the hospital the next day at three. Jake did not have baseball practice on Fridays so he could take the twins home and still make it. Melissa had a message from her insurance agent who was picking her up at school Friday at two so she could pick out a new car. Jake mentioned to her that she was getting some kind of good service. Melissa replied that the agent was probably making close to a six-figure income from the amount of insurance her business regularly purchased. For that kind of money, an afternoon of car shopping was a wise use of his time. Melissa called the agent at home and arranged for him to pick up her and the twins at three at the Phillips' house. Friday's plan went off without a hitch; Jake actually arrived at Palmdale Memorial Hospital ten minutes early to meet Maria. Tigger was the only one in her room when he got there. She told him that her mom, a man, and a woman were waiting for him in the room next to the nurses' station. Jake asked her how she was doing; she told him she was going stir crazy and wanted out of there. When Jake tried to give her a little peck on the lips, she grabbed his head and kissed him hungrily. When she broke the kiss, she told him that laying in the bed all day was making her horny. Dr. Jake said he would see what he could do about treating her condition as soon as she was well enough to travel short distances. Jake said he would see her in a little while and headed toward the family waiting room. Maria was indeed waiting for him; the man Tigger referred to was Jim Peters, the woman was introduced as his wife Gloria. Gloria was a babe, no wonder Jim could get information other investigators could not. Jim gave Jake a thick manila envelope containing recent pictures of Lester Miller and another man meeting with Randal Thornton at a rest area off I-4 between Orlando and Tampa. One photo showed Randal handing an envelope to Miller. Miller's companion was identified as Donald Feranti. A connection had now been established between Randal, Miller, and Feranti. Jake said to keep up the surveillance of Randal and Miller. In addition, check motels in the area and see if they could place Miller and his friend in the area at the time of the attack on Melissa and her cousin. Jim Peters said no problem, he would head back to Tampa, and Gloria would start canvassing area motels using the pictures of the men. She said that, if they had used assumed names, that would clinch it for her since they had to be on an evil assignment, not just sightseeing. Gloria was a babe and a brain. Melissa, Hope, and Faith arrived home twenty minutes after Jake. He was in the kitchen manfully wrestling with supper when they burst through the door yelling his name. He came out of the kitchen and they tugged him outside. Jake saw what the excitement was all about; his love muffin was standing beside a new 1972 Corvette Stingray, LT1 convertible. The car was 'give me a ticket' red with a tan leather interior. It was a sexy car. Jake was admiring the interior with its power everything when he remembered he had food on the stove. He dashed back inside as all three girls laughed at his Mr. Mom act. Jake did manage to get something vaguely resembling food on the table by six. The twins started cleaning the kitchen telling Melissa and Jake to leave; they had everything under control. The older teens went to the parlor and Jake relayed the information from Peters to Melissa. Jake told her that, if Gloria Peters found out that Lester Miller was in town on the day she was run into the canal, they would have enough evidence for Barry to do something. Melissa asked him what would happen to Randal. Jake replied that Randal would be harder to pin the rap on. Jake was of the opinion they would probably have to deal with Randal themselves. The idea popped into Jake's head that maybe they could fix it so Randal's friend Scarpizio would deal with Randal. Of course, that would make it necessary for him to spend some additional tactical tactile time with Mitzi; Jake hoped Melissa appreciated the many and varied sacrifices he made for her. It took Faith and Hope thirty minutes to put the kitchen back together. They came in and sat with Jake and Melissa on the couch, snuggled up on either side. They watched some television then at ten, headed for bed. Jake inquired about sleeping arrangements, the girls all looked at him as if he were an alien. "We are all sleeping together, of course," said Faith; "That is, unless you want to sleep alone somewhere else," Hope added. The twins skipped to their room to change while Jake and Melissa did the same. Ten minutes later Faith and Hope returned. They were wearing baby doll nighties the same sexy red as Muffy's new Corvette. The twins dove onto the bed and pounced on Jake. Melissa got up and grabbed her purse. "Diane gave me some instructions also," she said, handing Jake an envelope. The twins were grinning twin Cheshire cat grins as he tore the envelope open, unfolded the paper in it, and started reading: Jacob, Faith and Hope told me they tried to get you to make love to them when you stayed here last. I must say that it did not surprise me, I told you they were after you. What did surprise me was your restraint. I was touched that you would turn down a chance to be with two beautiful young women out of respect for me. No wonder we all love you so much. If you love us, you will take them that last step towards becoming women. It is going to happen soon, the girls made that clear to me. Better it is with a caring and loving an like you than someone I do not know or trust. I know you will be gentle and make it a wonderful experience for them. Love, Diane P.S. They are on the pill; they insisted on that after the party at your house in November. Jake folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. The twins and Melissa were watching him expectantly. He was having a hard time believing this was real. "Who goes first?" he asked. ------- Chapter 40 While Jake was waiting for his answer from the twins, Randal Thornton was sealing his own doom. Randal was flying high on nose candy when he had a drug-induced epiphany. His control of Thornton Development would be guaranteed if he controlled Melissa. He had almost succeeded the time when he was down for Russell's funeral. He thought that he had lost control of Melissa because of her boyfriend, that young puke Turner. What his niece needed was a real man, a real man like Randal Thornton. He had heard the poker game rumors about Melissa's attraction to older men; well, he was older and enough of a man to make her forget the boy she was dating. He did not doubt himself for a minute; that haughty little bitch Melissa just needed a sample of his sturdy cock and she would tell her teenaged lothario to hit the bricks. Better yet, his new friends in Tampa could take care of the boyfriend for him, which would allow him to once again ride in and rescue Melissa. Where was that damned Mitzi? Thinking about his niece had him hard. When Randal had Mitzi on her knees worshiping his masterful instrument, he called Lester Miller. Mitzi choked when she heard what Randal wanted Lester to do. Randal smiled as she gagged, thinking it was a result of the size of his pussy pleaser. His niece would soon be making that noise for him, he fantasized as he spurted into Mitzi's mewing mouth. Lester Miller listened to the request from the rich guy and responded with a noncommittal, "I'll get back to you on that". As soon as Randal was off the phone, Lester called Mr. Scarpizio. Ever the loyal soldier, Lester was not about to freelance a whack job without permission. The reels on the FBI's tape recorders whirled like dervishes as the gangsters conducted their business. "Hey, boss, it's Lester; sorry to bother you at night but I have a little problem." "That's what I'm here for, Mr. Miller," Vinnie said. Lester laid out the story for Scarpizio, adding that Randal had sounded weird on the telephone. Lester opined that the guy was irrational and might do something to get them all in deep doo-doo. Scarpizio told Lester to put Randal off for a few days. Scarpizio was planning to go to Florida next week anyway to conduct some union business; he would deal with Randal himself. Vinnie hung up the telephone and mixed himself a shaker of drinks. He took the drinks to his bedroom where the languorous wife of one of New Haven's elite eagerly awaited his return. Randal Thornton's status had just been downgraded from useful to expendable. Back in Palmdale, Jake was waiting for the answer to his 'who is first' question; he knew without a doubt they had a plan. "That would be me," Faith stated ardently. Jake rather figured that Faith would go first, she seemed the more attached to him. As Jake climbed up on the bed, Faith held up her hand. "Here are the rules," she said, "We each get a night alone with you and get to do whatever we want. The other twin goes with Melissa and gets to do what ever she wants with her." Jesus, they had been hanging out with Carl McClelland too much; they even made up an agenda for their passage to womanhood. If they handed him a binder of instructions, he was outta there. Hope took Melissa by the hand and led her out of the room. Jake pulled Faith into his arms and held her to his chest. She was surprisingly calm. When Jake asked her about it, she said she foresaw this happening the first time she met him at the football game. Borrowing a line from Maria, she said it was fate, meant to be, preordained, kismet -- he shushed her with a kiss; he got her drift without the thesaurus. Faith loved to kiss; she had greedy little Cupid's bow lips and a tongue that slithered out of her mouth like a little pink eel. She climbed on top of him, never breaking contact with his mouth. Stretched out on him full length, she trailed kisses across his face then sat up so she could look down into his eyes. "We are connected by something, Jake; I don't understand it but I know it for a fact. Hope has the same bond with Melissa. Melissa borrowed something from your sister so she could take Hope's cherry while you get mine." Jake knew a thing or two about this bonding business. He had noticed that, with certain females, it went deeper than passionate sex. Melissa, Rebecca, Tigger, Helen, and now Faith were a part of him; he did not foresee a future without them. He was not surprised about Hope and Melissa either; he had seen it developing between them the same way as he had noticed the bonding between Erika and Melissa. Still looking him in the eyes, Faith said, "You feel it too, don't you? Like you can't imagine us ever being very far from each other, no matter what." Faith did not wait for him to answer her, she slid off his stomach and started pulling off his tighty-whiteys; Jake raised his hips to assist her. She pulled the underwear off his feet and twirled them around her head in victory, then flung them across the room. She reached down and pulled off her red ruffled baby doll panties. She threw them in the same general direction as she had tossed his Jockeys, then resumed her perch on top of him, still wearing the short nightie. Faith put her hands on his chest and tweaked his nipples. Jake thought she was the most naturally erotic female he had ever met; her every move was unconsciously sexy and seductive. Faith scooted forward, her wet little slit left a snail trail up his body; she stopped when her pussy was just out of reach of his tongue. "I shaved it for you, Jake; it feels so sexy having my lips bare. See, I even shaved the hair above my pussy into a heart." She closed the gap between her bald mound and his lips. "Here, get your last taste of Faith the Virgin, next time you lick me I'll be a woman, full of your cum." She was driving him crazy with her teasing; she was definitely Muffy's protégé in the sexy talking league. He grabbed a perfect hemisphere of butt cheek in each hand and clamped his lips on her succulent little morsel. She was soaking wet, her juices dappling her lips like dew on a rose. She moved her hips, chasing his tongue with her clit, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her sexy talk had excited her also; she came as soon as Jake started to suck on her pronounced clit. She slipped off his sticky chin and worked her way back down his body, again leaving a little rivulet of love juice meandering down his chest and belly. "That was so good, Jake; now I want the real deal." She grabbed his dick and stood it up, then lined up her soaking slit over it. Spreading her juices on the bulbous head of his dick, she looked up from their lightly joined organs. "Are you going to keep me, Jake Turner?" she asked. "As long as you want me to," he answered. Faith smiled and dropped her weight down onto him; she cried out one short chirp as he ripped through her maidenhead. Three inches of his shaft was buried in her; she looked down then raised herself and dropped again. Five inches disappeared this time. Twice more and she had taken him all. She stopped then, fully impaled, eyes wide as she grew accustomed to his length and girth. Jake asked if she was okay, she nodded and told him it felt like someone pinched her hard at first, but as she took more of him, it actually felt better. Jake continued to lie there letting her set her own pace; hell, she was doing an excellent job so far; who was he to interfere? Faith started moving as Jake squeezed her nipples. She experimented with different strokes and rhythms, finding what felt especially good to her. "Ummm, I like this a lot, Jake; it still stings a little but I'm so full of you, it's touching me everywhere at once." Jake was hanging on the edge of cumming; he wanted to bring her with him so he moved one hand from her tit to her clit. He massaged her nubbin as she rode him harder. Faith was hot, tight, wet and slippery; Jake felt his balls start to draw up just as she stiffened above him. Her orgasm caught up with her, the hard contractions of her vagina made him erupt. "Ohhh," she said. "Ahhh, " he replied. It was not an earth shaking orgasm for her, but it was a good start. She fell forward onto his chest and they hugged and kissed for a while. Faith's kisses brought his flagging staff back to the full upright and locked position; still buried in her, he rolled them over until he was on top. Jake took a couple of exploratory strokes to see if Faith was still game. She showed him she was still with him by matching his thrusts with ones of her own. Faith wanted to try everything on the first night; as her orgasms got better, she got louder. After about forty-five minutes, they took a break. They showered off the little bit of blood that was mixed with their cum and returned to the bed. Faith lay sprawled on her back, arms akimbo and knees wide. "Come on, Jake; get a taste of the woman you made," she said. Jake dove in for a sample; this time he made sure she came bunches. They feel asleep around one; Faith on top of him, his dick still in her. She woke him up at three, she wanted more; it was the same story at six-thirty as she sucked him back to life and climbed on him. She was Annie Oakley, back in the saddle again. "Wasn't she supposed to be sore?" Jake asked himself. Jake was fucked out by seven, but Faith was bright eyed and bushy tailed. She dragged him into the shower to revive him; he put on his pajama pants and she wore his shirt as they made their way to the kitchen to start breakfast. Faith bustled around efficiently, insisting Jake sit at the table drinking the coffee she made him. Melissa and Hope showed up at eight looking no worse for the wear. Melissa joined Jake at the table while Hope helped Faith. The twins were obviously comparing notes, their conspiratorial whispering punctuated with giggles. Melissa took the girls with her to Thornton Development while she signed some papers, then it was off to the mall. The twins wanted some sexy underwear to go with their new status as full-fledged women. Then they were going to visit Tigger and cheer her up. An antsy Tigger was hoping to be released from the hospital Sunday. She had a cane and a knee brace but her shoulder and ribs were going to keep her home for at least another week. The girls had been gone less than an hour when the phone rang. It was a frightened Mitzi. She relayed to Jake what she had overheard Randal talking about on the phone. Mitzi had called his house and told his mother it was important she speak with him; Helen had given her Diane's number. Jake thanked her for warning him, he knew that she was potentially putting herself in danger by passing him information. He told her not to worry, he would protect himself and for her to keep a low profile. He said if she talked to her cousin Vinnie to make sure that she mentioned that Randal appeared to be going off the deep end. He hung up after promising her some alone time this upcoming week. Jake was going to keep Mitzi's warning to himself; no use worrying any one else. He decided right then that he was going to take care of Randal once and for all. Jake did not get to Hope until Sunday. Both girls were down from the cherry-popping high and admitted to actually being sore on Saturday night so they all slept cuddled up like puppies in Diane's big bed. The first time with Hope was not a repeat of Faith's night; Hope was less demanding than her sibling. She was warm and sweet though, so Jake thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Afterward, she asked if they could all sleep together again. He fell asleep with Faith wrapped around him as if she were a boa constrictor. Vincent Scarpizio stepped off the Delta jet at Tampa International Airport at one o'clock, Monday afternoon. It was Valentines Day and he was in town to spread some love. Lester and Donald picked him up at the airport in a Cadillac they had rented him from Hertz. On the way to his suite at the Hilton, Vinnie outlined what he wanted them to do for the next two days. Once in his room, Scarpizio called Randal, they chatted like the business partners they were. Randal was in control today and sounded perfectly normal to Scarpizio. Vinnie invited Randal to go marlin fishing with him Wednesday; he had already chartered a boat. A nice sit down and this little hiccup could be fixed. Randal was very pleased about meeting with Scarpizio; he had decided that his partnership with Vincent should include him getting some of the cocaine action. Vincent owed him; after all, he had pointed Vincent toward the rich crowd that was providing his best customers. Back in Palmdale, Jake was discovering one of the drawbacks of having a horde of women. Valentine's Day was a chore. He skipped school, went to the bank, withdrew five hundred dollars, and went shopping. Cards, the mushier the better, candy, flowers, and little gifts steadily filled the back seat of his car. He delivered a card and flowers to Helen first. She cried because he was so sweet and the card he gave her was so touching. She put the flowers in water and Jake in bed. They made love for the first time in weeks. Jake's tender love making made her start crying again. Jake had never seen her so emotional; he held her until she calmed down. That bonding thing went double for Helen and him. Jake's next stop was Maria's; he had a card and flowers for her. He also had a card and chocolates to leave for Beth and something for his Tigger. Maria opened the door when he rang the bell. She made appreciative noises over the card and flowers and gave him a kiss. She took Beth's gifts from him and sent him towards Tigger's bedroom with the last of his loot. Tigger was lying on her bed, watching a soap opera on the boob tube, she screamed when he poked his head into her room. She loved the card but went crazy over the ankle bracelet he gave her. She stuck her good leg up in the air for him to put it on her. The gold bracelet had 'Tigger' engraved on the flat center link. Jake kidded her about her hairy legs; she had not shaved them since the accident. She laughed, telling him that she was going for that European look so popular nowadays. Jake left the Thorntons' house and headed across town to see Liz. He had spoken to her on the phone a couple of times but had not seen her in over two weeks. She said she was fighting a cold. Liz did look pale and drawn but was very happy to see him. He gave her a card and flowers; she gave him a card but blushingly told him not to open it until he was alone. They kissed and made a date for later in the week -- she said she would be feeling better by then. Jake opened the card when he got to his car. It was a very romantic card; inside the card were little coupons for assorted sexual favors. Jake grinned; he was going to enjoy shopping at Liz's emporium. Next stop, the Doanes. Cards and flowers of course, but also an ankle bracelet for Rebecca inscribed simply 'My Baby'. Jake had to pry the crying librarian off him pleading that he had to go get the twins. Rebecca's parting words caused his dick to twitch. She said, "Next Monday is the President's Day holiday, be here at nine, you are going to get soooo lucky, my darling." Jake then went to the Johanssons'; he had flowers and a card for Helga. She extracted a promise of a wild afternoon from him then let him go. She would make him acutely aware of her appreciation very soon. He had a dozen long stem roses delivered to Gail Marin at work; he knew women loved that. When he got home with Faith and Hope, Erika was there to help them celebrate. He gave them all flowers, cards, and little gifts. In return, they tried to smother him in nubile flesh. He had a feeling that an unintended consequence of his little display of appreciation was going to be a lot of sexy women jumping his bones. ------- Randal Thornton woke up to the incessant ringing of the Big Ben alarm clock on his night stand. He grumbled and cursed the early hour but bounced out of bed. Marlin fishing today and an opportunity to expand his empire in a different direction had him motivated. He snatched the covers off Mitzi and smacked her hard on the ass. "Get up, you lazy heifer; I need some coffee." Mitzi uncomplainingly got out of bed and padded to the kitchen. She put on a pot of coffee and sat down at the table. She sure wished Jake would hurry up and find her a way out of this mess. Randal had hit her last night because he said she over-cooked the veal. Her face still hurt from the backhand blow; now, this morning, he was acting as if nothing happened. Well, at least she had the day to herself, which was some consolation. She would cover up the bruises and go shopping at lunch, she decided; she had seen an outfit Jake would love her in at a boutique around the corner. Randal came into the kitchen then and she scurried to get him a cup of coffee. Randal took out his little vial of coke and hot-shotted a snort up each nostril; he shook his head and pinched his nose, damn that shit was good. Good enough to even make that sorry bitch Mitzi look good, he thought as he grabbed her and pushed her face down on the table. She struggled as he forced himself into her dry cunt; he liked it when she sobbingly pleaded for him to stop. Randal left Mitzi curled up crying on the kitchen floor; he wondered what he ever saw in her whining ass. Melissa, he knew, would be a much better lover. When he got back from fishing, he was tossing Mitzi out on her tired ass. Randal arrived at the Marina del Mar at seven sharp. Vincent was waiting for him on the dock, watching as the captain of the charter boat prepared for their day of fishing. They cast off at seven-twenty, the sun breaking across the horizon at their backs. It was pleasantly cool and crisp, sixty degrees the captain said, should get up to seventy-five. The water was as smooth as glass as the thirty-six foot Boston Whaler headed due west. The captain noted the smaller pleasure boat trailing them about a half mile off their stern. It was not uncommon for amateurs to follow the charter boats; after all, the professionals knew where the fish were. Randal brought up his idea about a partnership in the lucrative cocoa import business and Vincent said the idea had merit. Randal was at the top of his game. The captain throttled back to an idle after an hour and a half, fifteen mile out in the Gulf. He strapped Randal and Vincent into the sturdy trolling chairs and set them up with big salt water rigs. The captain set out on a zigzag course; after half an hour Vincent unstrapped himself saying he was going to get a drink out of the cooler he had brought. Randal was about to ask for a beer for himself when his pole was nearly jerked from his hands. The captain heard the commotion and throttled back some, he locked the wheel to keep the boat straight and went back to help his client. "Perfect" thought Vincent as he pulled the pistol that was hidden in the cooler out of its water proof bag. He walked up behind the captain and put a bullet in the back of his head; the loud report of the.38 caused Randal to jerk around. "I am dissolving our partnership," Scarpizio said, and shot Randal between the eyes. Vincent dropped the pistol over the side and went up to the flying bridge to idle the engines. Ten minutes later, the boat that had been trailing them pulled alongside. Lester Miller hopped onto the charter boat wearing a scuba wetsuit; Donald Farenti tossed him a heavy duffle bag. Vincent got into the smaller boat and Farenti backed the boat away. Lester opened the duffle bag and started wiring explosives; he had been a combat engineer in the military and was an expert at making things go boom. Lester hooked ten quarter pound blocks of TNT around the boat, then put two, two pound blocks of C-4 in the center of the deck. He piled the bodies of Randal and the hapless captain on top of the C-4 to make a shape charge that would effectively blow the bottom out of the boat. Lester made one last check of his rigging then pointed the boat due west, set the throttle on the third notch, and locked the steering to hold that course. Lester activated the fifteen minute time pencil fuse and dove over the side. Donald was navigating towards Clearwater when they heard the 'Karumph!' of the exploding charter boat behind them. The three turned around and admired the oily black cloud on the horizon. It was a text book perfect crime - almost. Scarpizio and his cohorts had planned for everything except Jim Peters. Peters had followed Lester to Clearwater when he rented the boat. A twenty dollar bill bought him the information that Miller was taking the boat fishing the next morning. Peters was there taking pictures when Lester and Donald set sail. He was still there, still snapping candids, when three men returned. Jim Peters' photographs, combined with the FBI's tape recordings, would prove to be damning evidence. Vincent Scarpizio had chartered the fishing boat using Randal's name and address. The Coast Guard team investigating the explosion did not identify the boat until it was reported as having not returned to port. At ten o'clock that night, the State Police informed Mitzi of the tragedy. She tearfully told the troopers how they could reach Randal's estranged wife. Barry Miller ended up breaking the news to Maria. Mitzi calmly packed her bags that night. She rifled Randal's desk and found the twenty grand in cash Randal had withdrawn to secure Jake's demise. At nine the next morning, she took a taxi from Orland to Palmdale, a ride worth infinitely more than the hundred and ten dollar fare. She rented a room at the same efficiency motel that Miller and Farenti had stayed in and took a nap. She wanted to be fresh and rested when she saw Jake later that evening as a free woman. Thursday, the day after Randal's disappearance, everyone rallied around Maria and Marisa. True, it was no great loss, but the Thornton women were still in shock. Tyler was called; he was flying in that afternoon to be with his mother and sister. Angie volunteered to pick him up at the airport. Helen and Helga stayed with Maria for moral support as Maria notified Randal's relatives in Connecticut. Everything was up in the air concerning funeral plans as there was no body. Barry kept from them the details of the few grizzly tattered remains that had been collected before the fish had finished feasting. A partial severed hand was found floating in the debris; the Pinellas County Coroner was waiting on Randal's military records to try to match finger prints. Mitzi finally got a hold of Jake at the Phillips house at three-thirty. Jake was watching the twins while Melissa was with her aunt and cousin. Jake set the twins to making supper and made the short trip to where Mitzi was staying. He held her as she cried herself out relating her mistreatment at Randal's hands the last few days. Jake was almost disappointed that he had been denied the privilege of dispatching Randal to the hell he deserved. Jake figured the best treatment for Mitzi right now was tenderness, so he made gentle love to her there in the no-tell motel. It was indeed curative for Mitzi; she knew that, no matter what happened, she was never going to be with another man who did not think of her first. On Friday afternoon, Jim Peters reported in with his photos and surveillance reports. Melissa thanked him and gave him an addition two thousand dollars as severance. Jake went to see Mitzi to confirm his hunch as to the identity of the third man in Peters' photographs. Suspicions confirmed, he met with Barry Miller and laid out everything for him. Randal's death was folded into the federal probe as was the new information concerning possible drug smuggling. The Feds agreed to let Miller and Farenti be tried by the state of Florida if a murder case could be built against them. When Lester Miller walked into the Hole in the Wall Saloon Saturday night, he immediately noticed the beautiful auburn haired young woman setting at the bar. As he shot pool, he kept noticing her watching him. Finally, he swaggered over to the bar and sat next to her. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asked using his best Bogart imitation. "I'm here to make some lucky sailor's dreams come true", she said. "I'm here on vacation, just turned eighteen yesterday, and I want what I can't get in Wisconsin." "Man oh man", thought Lester, "I've died and gone to heaven." They chit-chatted for a few more minutes, Lester boldly stroking her legs, when she said, "I've got a room just up the road, want to go with me to it?" Did he ever, he tossed a ten on the bar and led her outside. She gave him a toe curling kiss and told him to follow her. In under ten minutes, they were inside room 109 of the Stardust Motel. Lester was riveted as she slowly took off her clothes; she had the best body he had ever seen, taut and smooth, her lightly tanned skin glistened. Lester tore off his clothes, so enraptured he never heard the bathroom door open. "Say, Lester, did I mention I had a roommate?" said his vision nodding in the direction behind him. Lester spun around and was face to face with the biggest blonde woman he had ever seen. She was holding some sort of silenced pistol aimed at his groin and she looked pissed off enough to shoot. "Hello, Lester", the big babe said, "do exactly as I say and you can keep your scrawny little balls; fuck with me and I'll make you a eunuch." Lester did not doubt her for a second; he nodded glumly as his dick shriveled to the size of a soda straw and his gonads found a new home right under his Adam's apple. Estella Nunez opened the door of room 109 Sunday morning to clean it, she did not knock because the 'please make up room' sign was hanging on the door knob. She bustled in pushing the vacuum cleaner in front of her. When she saw the naked man on his hand and knees duct taped to the bed, she let out an ear curdling scream and ran to the office. The police who arrived on the scene had a hard time keeping a straight face at the sight of the trussed up tattooed stevedore. He was covered in hickeys and crimson red lipstick kisses. Just as they were about to cut him free, there was a bright flash at the door, the crime reporter for the Tampa Tribune had been tipped off about a bizarre crime committed in the motel. Right behind the reporter was a diminutive angry woman claiming to be the vic's wife. Someone had called her and said her husband was at the motel with his mistress. Lester groaned through the hundred mile an hour tape covering his mouth; "Shoot," he mumbled, "somebody just shoot me." Meanwhile, the State Police were chasing a naked Donald Farenti through the woods next to the rest area at mile marker 47 on I-4, east bound. Donald was sprinting like an Olympian; nobody was going to believe his explanation of why he was naked in a car full of kiddie porn. Jake slipped into bed at five in the morning, crawling quietly into the tangle of sleeping beauties. Erika and Debbie were racked out in the twin's room. It had been a good night of pay-backs, 'don't get mad, get even' was an excellent motto. That same night in Orlando, doctor Christopher Douglas was fighting valiantly to save the life of a despondent co-ed who had tried to kill herself with a cocktail of alcohol and barbiturates. They both partially succeeded-- he saved her body, she killed her brain. Regina Mallory was going to be a ward of the state for a long time, he feared, stuck in a vegetative legal limbo between the living and the dead. Sixty-one miles away and thirty-one years later, forty-three year old Nina Murphy's Taurus station wagon was t-boned by a speeding dump truck running a red light at the intersection of US Highway 1 and Granada Avenue. She was killed instantly; the doctor told her grown children she probably did not feel a thing. ------- Chapter 41 Sunday, Carl and Diane returned from their cruise on the Love Boat. The couple acted like any other recently married pair, they were all lovey-dovey and touchy-feely. Jake gave them both big hugs to the startlement of Carl. The girls excitedly grabbed their mom and dragged the new Mrs. McClelland into the house as Jake helped unload the car. He did not even want to imagine what the conversation was like in the house. For his part, Carl's conversation was almost normal as he filled Jake in on the cruise. Then Carl floored him when he casually mentioned that he was giving up teaching and going into business for himself. Carl told him that after a little experimentation, both the compounds Jake had mentioned showed promise. He was going to work on them simultaneously, but focus primarily on the baldness cure as it was the simplest. Jake congratulated him and asked about funding, laboratory space, and equipment. Carl gave a rueful laugh, "That all might be a problem," he conceded. Once Carl and Diane had gotten their stuff into the house and Melissa had given Diane a rundown on the twin's most excellent conduct, it was time for the older teens to head home. They had said their goodbyes in a personal way earlier, but they were all still misty eyed as they hugged each other by Jake's car. They were barely out of the driveway and Jake was missing the little rascals already. Jake told Muffy about his conversation with Carl; he told her that he thought Carl was on to something. It might be a good idea for Thornton and Turner Holdings to back him with some startup funding. Melissa agreed immediately; Jake's advice was already making her money faster than she could count it. He seemed to have a knack for spotting trends and potential. The next topic of discussion was a little more delicate; Jake asked Melissa if she would hire Mitzi Walker. Melissa was not overjoyed at the prospect of having Mitzi as an employee. Then again, Jake was an exceptional judge of character so she relented. It was time to open an office for TnT anyway and they would need a secretary / receptionist. Jake drove her to Mitzi's motel and let the women work out the details. Tomorrow was a holiday so Mitzi and Melissa were going to find suitable office space. When Jake and Melissa hit the road again, Melissa grudgingly acknowledged that Jake was right about Mitzi being a lot deeper than she appeared. ------- Mitzi Walker turned out to be everything Jake and Melissa could have asked for in an employee. Her big haired gum smacking was a façade, they soon learned. In reality, she was smart, efficient, and organized. She was also fiercely loyal; once she started with TnT she stayed the course, rising to the position of Chief Operating Officer as the company grew. Mitzi never forgot her promise to herself concerning men. In a couple of years, she found her soul mate, a gentle studious young man named Scott Hughes. Yes, she ended up married to Magoo Hughes, the computer guru. They turned out to be the perfect match; Jake had seen that and subtly nudged them together. Scott treated her as if she were the most fragile flower in the garden. While Mitzi acted as if he were Dirty Harry and Rambo rolled incongruously into a skinny, goggle-eyed package. The ultimate testament of their rightness together was the set of four children she bore him and he doted on. Melissa and Mitzi eventually became good friends; they looked like sisters, especially when Mitzi started taking grooming and styling tips from the boss. Mitzi had invested ten grand of Randal's hit man money in the Sterling Fund at Melissa's urging. She was wealthy and successful in her own right by the age of thirty. She was a hero to her family in Rhode Island -- the one member of the family who had made it. The days of phone answering, filing, and typing were over; the only sucking and fucking went on under the tent of martial love with Scott. ------- But all that was in the future. Monday, February 21, 1972 Mitzi was riding with her new boss looking for an office, happy to have a job, and excited about her future. Mitzi was not the only one excited that morning. Rebecca Doane was on pins and needles as she carefully dressed for her sweet young lover. She had settled on the charcoal skirt - it was short and full and matched with a soft gray cashmere sweater she knew he liked. Sexy black panties, black stockings, and brand new four inch heels completed the ensemble. The patent leather 'fuck me pumps' were taking some getting use to. She tottered a bit when she walked but she knew she was killer posing in them. Her assessment was confirmed when Jacob's eyes bugged out as she flung open the door to let him in. Jake did not have a clue of what it was that caused his heart to go pitter-pat when he saw Rebecca. But it did, big time. For some reason he took her hand and kissed it, then held it against his cheek. Rebecca made a little gasping noise and pulled him into the house. As soon as the door closed behind him, she threw her arms around his neck and laid her head against his chest. "I'm all dressed up for you, Jacob," she said, "Take me somewhere and show me off." Not quite what Jake expected but he loved the idea of showing her off. She traded the FMPs in for a pair of lower heels before taking Jake's arm as he walked her to his car. Jake opened the door for her and she slid gracefully into the seat. "You aren't afraid of being seen with me?" Jake asked. "Never, my love," she said. She was good as her word because she clung to him lovingly everywhere they went that morning. Jake went to Sterling Investments first; he had a few questions and suggestions for Marty. Martina Sterling looked up from the novel she was reading. She knew it was unprofessional but she could not put the damned thing down. She smiled when she saw Jake; he was her good luck charm. Her business had taken off since he had become her first big client. Rebecca caught the name of the book she was reading and smiled also. She nudged Jake inclining her head towards the book. It was 'The Fury of Love'. "Hi Marty, how's the book?" Jake asked. "You caught me; I picked it up yesterday at Books a Million. The book is spellbinding, this lady knows how to write for women," Marty replied. Jake grinned and said, "If you treat me nice I could probably arrange for you to meet her and get that autographed." Rebecca elbowed him in the ribs, then said, "Actually, I wrote it and I would love to sign it for you." Marty looked dubious, "You wrote this!?" "Every page," Rebecca said, "Look at the cover." Rebecca draped herself in Jake's arms like the damsel on the cover. Marty looked down, then up at Rebecca and Jake. "I'll be damned," said Marty. Marty thought she had ceased to be amazed by her young client; wrong again. As she was signing the book, Rebecca told Marty that she never would have had the courage to write it if it were not for Jake. Then she floored them both by saying that the book would not have any love scenes if Jake had not taught her all about sex. Jake completed his business, and then waited while Rebecca quizzed Marty about the Sterling Fund. Rebecca liked the idea of an investment pool that relied partly on Jacob's intuition. He seemed to have an uncanny ability to almost see the future. Before they departed, she bought four shares. "Wow, Cakes, that's a lot of money to be throwing around," Jake said when they reached his car. "That is part of the reason I wanted to go out, Jacob. I have big news; LaMonte is coming into town Wednesday. He is bringing me a check for 150,000 dollars and a contract for three books, one every six months. My next book is coming out in hard cover first; 'Fury' is already on its third printing. Isn't that exciting?" It was indeed. Jake grabbed her and gave her a congratulatory kiss. The book deal would allow Rebecca to resign her job at the end of the school year. She would be able help her sister with the baby and still write at home. Perfect. They went from Sterling to the mall. They walked around holding hands; they drew a lot of looks but did not run into anyone they knew. Of course, they went to Barnes and Noble. They lurked near the new release section and watched a couple of women pick up her book. Rebecca was excited watching her novel find its audience. The couple ate lunch and headed home. Rebecca described in detail what she wanted Jake to do to her as they rode. Only a skilled ballerina could have done the things Rebecca did wearing those impossibly high heels. She had them on as they fucked like bunnies, her bent over the arm of the couch. She wore them when they made love so sweet it was as if they had invented it for the first time in the big bed upstairs. They were even waving in the air as Jake succumbed to her pleading and slowly took her deep in her ass as they lay face to face. The heels flew off as she thrashed about in the throes of a high-volume anal orgasm; her screams stopped only when she fainted from the intensity. As Rebecca was screaming her release in Palmdale, a miraculously revived Regina Mallory was screaming in terror in a white hospital bed in Orlando. Jake brought home a copy of Rebecca's book for Helen. Rebecca had autographed it and written a nice inscription. Helen was impressed; she was even more impressed when she started reading it. The slow build up to romance between the two main characters had her aroused by the fourth chapter. When Charles arrived home from work at six, Helen dragged him upstairs and jumped his bones. Jake was stuck with finishing dinner as Charles got an E-ticket ride in Helen's Magic Kingdom. Doctor Christopher Douglas called for Jake at seven. He had a big favor to ask. Jake allowed that he owed the doctor many favors and would be pleased to repay some of them. Douglas told Jake that he had a young woman patient that had awakened from a drug induced coma much the way Jake had. The problem was that the woman was babbling on about not being who they said she was. She did not have a family; they were killed in a plane crash last year. That was probably the cause of her despondency. She kept insisting that she did not belong there and was hysterical to the point of having to be tranquilized. Dr. Douglas asked Jake to come to the hospital and try to talk to the woman. Jake might be able to calm her down by relating his similar experiences. Jake was instantly alert and intrigued; he readily agreed. Jake woke up at six Tuesday morning. He was planning an early departure to beat some of the Orlando traffic. Melissa's plan was that he stay in bed wrapped around her, keeping her warm. The temperature was in the low forties that morning and Melissa was freezing. Melissa had nixed his electric blanket idea. She said it was his responsibility to keep her warm, not some electrical device. Jake figured that the best way to keep her warm was to cover her. So he rolled her on her back and climbed on her. Melissa cooed and pulled the covers up over them. Jake burrowed under the covers; he was Winnie-the-Pooh looking for honey. It only took a minute or two to get her juices flowing. Once she was moist enough, he slipped her the one eyed ranger and started a slow stroke. Melissa lay there contentedly, squeezing his dick with her inner muscles as she soaked up his body heat. She loved the way her man took care of her. Then Jake stopped moving and just lay on her. The feeling of all the skin to skin contact was divine. Jake put his lips next to her ear; when he started talking her eyes snapped open. Jake said, "Muffy, I love you more than I can ever tell you. I appreciate you and how you've let me have my freedom. You know you come first, don't you?" Jake had found the one thing that the beautiful rich girl wanted. Her legs came up around his waist and she buried her face in the crook of his neck. It was all so sweet she cried as she came. As they lay basking in the afterglow they talked about the future, refining their plans. Melissa was going to find them a house further inland. A house big enough for the extended family they were accumulating. She also wanted a retreat on the beach. Thornton development was building a seven story condominium above the dunes near the north jetties. She would see if there were two adjoining unsold units she could combine. Eloping to Vegas just went out the window. She was going to throw the wedding of the century. She had two years and a gaggle of friends to plan it. Jake made it to the Orlando Regional Medical Center at five till nine. It took some creative driving to make it on time. Jake took the elevator to the fifth floor; signs identified it as the psychiatric ward. Dr. Douglas met him at the nurses' station; they shook hands, then Douglas led him down the hall. The doctor explained that, although calmer from medication, the young woman was still in a panicked state. They stopped at a door and looked in through a high set small window. Jake was shocked at the sparsely furnished room the girl was being kept in. It was the room Nicholson had in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest'. Jake turned his attention to the woman. She was small with long dark red hair like Debbie's. Even in her disheveled state and hospital gown she was pretty. Jake pushed open the door and walked in. The young woman looked up at him warily. Jake could tell he was not who she was expecting. "Hello Regina, my name is Jake Turner." "Nina," she said in a voice so soft he had to stain to hear, "My name is Nina." "Ok, Nina; that name fits you better anyway," Jake said. She favored him with a longer look; he was the first person in this crazy place that had acknowledged her name. "What do you want?" she asked. "Well, Dr. Douglas wanted me to talk to you because I went through the same thing you are going through nine months ago." She snorted a derisive laugh, "I sincerely doubt that," she said, "This is like some surreal David Lynch film, I'm Sheryl Lee in 'Twin Peaks'". Ding, Ding, Ding! The alarm bells went off in Jake's head. David Lynch was the same age as Jake's other body. In 1972 Lynch was not making commercial movies, 'Twin Peaks' was from the 90's. "I may understand better than you think. Let's try a little test. When I say a name you don't recognize let me know," Jake said. She nodded resignedly. "Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan..." Her eyes got wider. "Bush..." She did not let him continue. "Who are you?" she screamed, "What are you doing to me?" Jake calmed her down speaking soothingly to her. "Tell me who you are first," he said. "And I'll tell you what I know." "My name is Nina Murphy, until two days ago I was a housewife and school secretary in Ormond Beach." Jake held up his hand to stop her; he was getting as freaked out about this as she was. "Let me guess, you were born and raised in South Boston and you have two grown sons," he said. She gave him a venomous look, "I knew this was some sort of trick. My husband is behind this isn't he? He wants to get me committed so he can have little Miss Fake Tits." Jake laughed, "If Arnold is behind this, he sure went to a lot of trouble to get us both here. Nina, in the time you came from I was Jay Reynolds; I built your house". "Now I know you are lying. Jay Reynolds is dead; I went to his funeral." "Exactly," Jake said, "My body died during a thunderstorm in 2003, but my mind ended up in the body of a comatose teenager in 1971. I have a feeling that the same thing happened to you. What is your last memory before waking up here?" "I was on my way to work driving down Granada; I heard a loud horn, then I woke up in this body." "Your second clue. As nice as I thought your body was before, you have to admit this is a newer model. What is almost as amazing as you being here at all is how closely you resemble the other you," Jake said. For the first time she laughed a little, "Well, I have a better butt now; but my breasts are smaller. Did you really think I had a nice body?" "Oh, yeah, I had a huge crush on you," he said. Then he changed the subject. "So, do you want to get out of here?" "I want to go home, to my real home." "That's not going to happen right now, Nina; so let's get you out of here first, okay?" Jake and Nina talked for another fifteen minutes. By the time Dr. Douglas returned, she was calmer and much more rational. Nina told Douglas that she was more in control now and hoped that her memory would come back. She let him call her Regina without making a fuss; she said Nina must have been a childhood nickname or something. She said she wanted out of the hospital. Jake asked if Douglas would let her stay with his family if his parents agreed. Dr. Douglas said it was not that easy; she would need to be examined and released by a psychiatrist because of the suicide attempt. Jake nodded and asked for a few minutes alone with her. Once the good doctor was gone, Jake told her how he himself had earlier dealt with the shrink. He told her to stick to the story of no specific memory of her Regina life without mentioning anything about Nina. Jake would be back there tomorrow afternoon with a lawyer to spring her. He held her until Dr. Douglas returned, then headed home. Jake barely remembered the ride home down I-4. He mind was racing to catch up with the implications of Nina's sudden appearance. Her showing up actually reinforced his theory that when his body was killed his psyche or soul or whatever you wanted to call it reached out through time and space and found a receptive space to occupy. Why some other dying person's mind had not made the transfer probably had something to do with compatibility. Something like organ transplants, he guessed, a bad match was rejected or the connection could not even be established. There must be a very short window of time for the transfer to occur. Now, what to do about Nina? Nina was not adapting very well to her reincarnation; that was for sure. She wanted to go back but Jake was positive it was a one way trip. Time enough for working on that problem after he got her out of the rubber room. When Jake arrived back at his house, he laid a heavily edited version of Regina's plight out for Helen. Helen made sympathetic noises and said of course they would help the poor girl. She called Charles and asked him pro forma; Jake knew the matter was already settled the minute she had said yes. Charles was actually all for it. Anything to get the thought of having another child out of Helen's mind was a blessing as far as he was concerned. Helen called Maria to find out what had to be done. Maria called Barry Miller to see what he could accomplish. Barry called his counterpart in Orange County and asked for some professional courtesy. By eleven o'clock the following morning a court order assigning temporary guardianship of Regina Mallory to Charles and Helen Turner was signed, filed and waiting at the hospital for Helen and Jake. Wednesday, Jake begged out of baseball practice. At four, Helen, Maria, Erika, and Jake were at the nurse's station, court order in hand. Bringing Erika along was a spur of the moment decision on Jake's part. Something just told him that she was the person that would relate to Nina better than anyone else. Jake did not know how he knew this but his instincts were so good in this life he did not doubt it for a nanosecond. Funny, thought Jake, this second time around all those typical teenage jitters, uncertainties, and miserable cloudy thinking simply did not exist. He was almost effortlessly satisfied and yet driving his new life to some broader horizon of happiness for himself and an expanding circle of close family. Maybe Nina would snap out of her panic when she was out of the hospital environment. There was some wrangling between Dr. Douglas and Maria over appointments and consultations, but finally Douglas reluctantly signed the release order. Jake led the women to Nina's room. He was carrying a valise containing some of Angie and Tigger's smaller clothes and a pair of sandals. Nina was sullen again and started to balk about going with them. That is where Erika stepped in. Erika took Nina's chin in her hand and tilted her face up. "Nina, you do want to go with us, don't you?" Erika asked. Nina felt as helpless as a child as she stared up at the imposingly tall girl's eyes. The way Erika drew out the first syllable of her name, Neee-na, made her knees weak. Nina could not find her voice and only nodded her assent. She meekly followed Erika into the bathroom to change. Nina's face burned crimson as Erika stripped off the hospital gown and started dressing her. She still could not find her voice to tell Erika she was perfectly capable of dressing herself. She was embarrassed beyond belief, yet her vagina would spasm every time Erika's fingers touched her skin. She lowered her eyes and allowed Erika to take her hand and lead her out of the hospital. Jake watched the interaction between Erika and Nina with interest. He had not envisioned them relating to each other quite this way. Nina acted as if she were Erika's obedient child. Helen and Maria thought that it was the nearness in their age that made Nina gravitate to Erika. Whatever the reason, a strangely serene Nina rode to Palmdale napping with her head on Erika's shoulder. As Jake navigated his hotrod amongst the crazies on I-4, Rebecca was at the airport. Rebecca was meeting LaMonte Dupree, her erstwhile splenetic editor. The distinguished, handsome older gentleman who exited the airplane was very different from the testy, pushy wordsmith she dealt with on the phone. When he gallantly kissed her hand with a courtly bow, it had the same effect on her as if he had kissed her hairless little mound. "Down girl," she said to herself when the buzz hit, "Business first." She did steal a glance at his thumbs, which seemed to be interestingly large and thick. His eyes seemed to peer directly into her soul as only Jake's had previously. "Down girl," she said to herself again and more emphatically, "Business first." "And I need to say thank you to Jake properly before I deal with any new man interest." Jake arrived home with his entourage at five-thirty; the entire family was there to meet the new addition. Nina immediately felt the love and closeness this family shared. They were a caricature of fifty's sitcom perfection. Erika's possessive grip on her hand gave Nina strength as she was introduced. She smiled as she met Jake's siblings. She would fit right in with the redheads; she looked like their younger sister. Erika, Debbie, and Angie showed her the house and her new room. Then they bundled her into Erika's Nova and went to the mall clothes shopping. Jake reckoned that Nina was not going to have much time to dwell on her plight for a couple of hours at least. The girls breezed back in at eight; Nina was decked out in a cute little outfit that showed her figure nicely. Jake complimented her on it; she told him Erika picked it out for her. Jake excused them and took Nina out to the pool deck. The temperature was still in the sixties; it was comfortably cool as they chatted. Nina was feeling somewhat better but a long way from happy. Jake told her that there was not much they could do about it. She was stuck here and should try to make the most out of it. Jake quizzed her about her perception of her mental capabilities. She admitted that she felt her mind was getting sharper daily. Nina did not have the left and right hand thing going for her. She was, however, an accomplished artist in her old life; Jake knew that was a right hemisphere trait. He told Nina about his experience with his mental ability and how it was still expanding. He felt hers would also. Nina was full of questions about Erika and Melissa. Jake sanitized an explanation of his relationship with them. Erika was his former girlfriend, Melissa his current; Melissa and Erika were best friends. Nina took it all in, she was surprised at the level of sophistication the young women appeared to have. Jake affirmed that amazing people surrounded him; it was the luck of the cosmic draw. Jake filled her in on his theory of how they ended up in their current situation. He also gave her his thoughts about how it must have happened occasionally throughout history. Were all great achievers in history prodigies, or were their achievements the results of recycled minds from the future? DaVinci came to mind, as did Mozart. Nina said she just wanted to make it through the week; they could have these deep discussions when she was sure she was not having some protracted nightmare. Jake laughed and walked her into the house. Nina said she was tired; she was going to bed. Erika said she was staying the night; she had already called and cleared it with her folks. After a round of good night hugs that would have made the Walton's seem like cold fish, Erika took Nina's small hand and led her upstairs. Across town LaMonte Dupree was escorting Rebecca Doane to her door. Rebecca had had a wonderful dinner and an 'ignore-the-universe' tête-à-tête with her bon vivant new friend. The check from the publisher was in her purse; the signed contract was in his briefcase. Still, she was sorry to see the night end. "Would you like to come in for a night cap?" she asked. He would, indeed. No one was disappointed by the nightcap or what followed, smoothly and naturally, in the comfortable house. True to her dictates, it had been entirely business first. In bed that night, Melissa teased Jake about the string of stray women that he seemed to keep rescuing. "Why," she asked, "didn't he bring home at least one hunky guy?" Jake laughed and said he would get right on it. Jake had to admit that it was indeed strange that he keep surrounding himself with more women. He chalked it up to biology; he was a man after all, he figured it was natural attraction. Next door in the guestroom, Nina was curled up on her side, her head resting on a comforting pillow. Erika had casually stripped in front of her and put on a long white gown. Nina was embarrassed but shed her own clothes and put on the short nightie Erika held out for her; she detected a hint of Erika's fragrance as the nightie warmed. She seemed to have no will of her own where Erika was concerned. Erika's casually possessive air made her hot, not only mentally, but even physically. Nina fought her feelings; she felt it was inappropriate for her to have feelings for another woman. What if Erika wanted her that way? She did not think she would be able to resist someone so big and strong and so damn attractive. Thursday morning Maria Thornton once again engaged Peters Investigations. This time Jim and Gloria were going to backtrack Regina Mallory. Helen wanted to know all they could learn about the hapless young woman. At least they had a place to start; Regina was a junior at Rollins College in Winter Park living in the dorm. Jim was going to get what information he could from the college registrar. Gloria was going to interview her room and dorm mates. They were also bringing back Regina's personal items. They were both armed with all the legal documentation they needed. The Peters decided that if they ever needed a lawyer it would be the highly efficient Maria Thornton. This is what they learned: Regina Mallory was originally from Ohio, her family moved to Florida in 1966. Her father had been a Disney executive; her mother was a fashion buyer for JC Penney's. She had a younger brother still in high school. Her parents and brother were killed when the small airplane they were sightseeing in crashed into the Everglades. Regina was not on the trip because she was busy partying her ass off with some friends in Cancun. Regina had been devastated by her family's death and eaten up with survivor's guilt. She had stayed in school but was barely hanging on both emotionally and academically. Regina was also a wealthy young woman. A trust fund worth a couple of million and a large insurance settlement were tucked away in the Disney Employee Credit Union. Thursday was a game day for the Kennedy Panthers baseball team. Well, actually it was an exercise in futility day as they were drubbed 11-3. Having a lot of heart won you the occasional game, but lack of talent became obvious over the course of a season. The guys on the team were a great bunch, though, and had fun trying to overcome their ineptness. Jake was right there with them, the star player on the 'Bad News Bears'. His situation was akin to being the best deckhand on the Titanic. The ship went down but the chairs in his section were neatly arranged. Time marched into March for Jake and his posse. School was a part time occupation for Jake now. He was marking time until graduation. With Diane McClelland's connivance, he played a lot of official hooky. Jake volunteered time to the office of his local Congressman. Andrew Wiggins was an Independent verging on Libertarian. Jake admired his views and attitude; he sought and received a part time unpaid internship. He was promptly put to work helping resolve constituents' issues. Wiggins had this arcane notion that government should only intrude in citizen's lives if they needed help. For ten to fifteen hours a week, Jake chased down missing social security checks and finessed grievances real and imagined. He became a master at bureaucratic trench warfare. Jake spent time with Charles; the store in Orlando was moving right along, thanks to the scheduling skill of Sam Parker. It was dried in and the trades were swarming through it. Mechanical rough-in was complete and the plumbers were a couple of days from completing their rough. Electricians were pulling wires and setting panel boxes. Charles was on cloud nine as he watched his vision for the store of the future come together. Tigger was recovering swiftly. Her healthy young body was rapidly healing itself. Jake went to visit her the weekend after they brought Nina home. She was up and moving around without her cane. When her mom went to run an errand, she took Jake to her room and showed him how she had shaved her legs. Jake was a little skeptical at her insistence that she be completely naked and splayed supine on the bed when she showed him. As Dr. Jake completed his detailed examination and provided an appropriate injection to speed her recovery, the grateful Tigger laced her hands together behind her head to keep from scratching jagged rips in him or the sheets. "Laughter," she decided, "is not the best medicine, this is." Liz finally got over her bout of the flu or whatever it was that had put her out of commission. Jake spent a couple of afternoons a week with her in the bungalow. Wild sex and mellow conversations with a very attentive, intelligent woman. He did some of his best thinking there with her curled up at his feet. Victoria Greer and Katherine Doane were very happily pregnant, each getting bigger by the day. Most of the money in the betting pool was on Mrs. Greer delivering a boy before graduation. Rebecca Doane was almost finished with her second book, four months ahead of schedule. LaMonte and the publisher were delighted with the first draft she had submitted. She was almost finished her first rewrite; it was mostly cosmetic. 'Fury of Love' was at number six on the New York Times best seller list, headed for number one. LaMonte Dupree was finding a myriad of reasons to visit her in Palmdale. Rebecca introduced him to Jake, of course. Jake enjoyed the role reversal as he subtly grilled Dupree on his intentions. The dapper Dupree passed muster; he truly was a southern gentleman. He made Rebecca happy, that got him a pass from Jake. The Nina situation was the only thing unsettled in his life. She was battling depression constantly. Being young, rich, and beautiful did not seem to be doing it for her. Jake was going to have to come up with something to snap her out of it. Thank God for Erika, without her, who knows how far off the deep end Nina would have fallen. Nina would eventually come to accept her new life. However, for a long time she did not show any desire to move beyond a small circle of female friends, especially Erika, and seemed content to live one day at a time savoring simple pleasures at home and visits to art museums. Hers is another story for another time. Then there was Melissa. Jake's early morning profession of his love had energized her. She found the perfect house for them. It was a sprawling seven bedroom ranch on a hundred acres, ten miles west of Palmdale. The house and property had been developed as a thoroughbred horse farm by one of the Vanderbilt heiresses. A messy divorce had ended the heiress' dream of breeding the next Kentucky Derby winner. The property had languished on the market for over a year; Thornton Development's acquisition team finally negotiated a hefty discount from the original asking price. During the first week of March, the Honda franchise was granted to TnT. The automaker had come through with the subsidy for the physicals plant. Never one to miss an opportunity, Melissa contracted Thornton Development to build the dealership. Sam Parker was put in charge of the project; it was only two miles from the Turner Furniture location. Thornton owned the land, of course. Yes, life was a sweet, sweet mistress for the twice lucky Jacob Elliot Turner, and the future was so bright he had to wear shades. ------- Epilogue The floor of the C-130 Hercules swayed and bucked as the pilot lined the turbo-prop transport up with his ground reference point. Nineteen-year-old Second Lieutenant Jacob Elliot Turner, Florida Army National Guard, wiggled around for the hundredth time trying to get more comfortable. "As if that was ever going to happen," he thought, laden down as he was by the bulky equipment container between his legs. Not to mention the T-10 parachute on his back, his reserve at his waist and the M-1951 weapons container strapped to his side. It was the last official day of Airborne Training, his fifth and final jump before he received his wings. The fifth jump was a combat equipment jump, hence the additional paraphernalia strapped to him. At least he was in the troop seat nearest the door. With no one to his right, he had a little more room to stretch out. Also a blessing, was the shortness of the flight. The C-130 took off from Ft. Benning, Georgia, flew a twenty minute race track loop, and dropped them over Friar Field in Alabama. The red lights came on above the troop doors and the jump master held up six fingers. "SIX MINUTES!" he shouted. The crew chief on either side of the airplane hooked up their safety straps, opened the troop doors, and kicked out the jump step. The jump master, an Airborne Course Instructor commonly referred to as a black hat, hung out the door to do a visual 360 around the aircraft. His counterpart in the other door did the same thing. The airspace around the plane was clear, the jumpmasters pulled themselves back in and gave each other a 'thumbs up'. Jake was the first man in his stick of jumpers, which meant he would stand in the door and exit the aircraft first. He was standing in the door because he had been selected as the honor graduate of his class. Jump school was his reward for finishing first in his Officer Candidate School class, the first Guardsman from Florida to accomplish the feat. Jake laughed ruefully, he was a shake and bake butter bar in the National Guard, the lowest form of officer life known to exist. Yep, he was on a tear during his second military career. He had damned well better be good, he thought, he had twenty-five years of practice. The jumpmaster broke Jake's reverie when he stomped on the floor. He pointed to Jake and the trooper across from him. "GET READY!" Sixty-four combat equipped troopers moved to get into a position they could rise from. "OUTBOARD PERSONNEL, STAND UP!" Jake clumsily rose to his feet; he grabbed the anchor line cable with his left hand for balance, keeping his right hand over the d-ring handle of his reserve. It would mucho- sucko to have his reserve accidentally deploy inside the aircraft. "INBOARD PERSONNEL, STAND UP!" The paratroopers in the inside rows of seats tottered to their feet. Floor space was at a premium; the soldiers behind him pushed Jake ahead a couple of feet. "HOOK UP!" Jake unclipped his static line hook from the carrying handle of his reserve and latched it over the outboard anchor line cable. He made sure the opening faced the skin of the aircraft then inserted the safety wire. Then he grabbed the static line below the hook after gathering up a loop of slack. "CHECK STATIC LINES!" Jake tugged on his static line and made sure the safety wire was threaded through its holes and bent over. The safety wire kept the sliding catch of the static line hook from opening accidentally. The jumper behind him made sure Jake's static line was routed correctly through the elastic bands on the exterior of his pack tray. The jumpmaster continued his commands. The troopers checked their equipment and sounded off for equipment check. When the okay was passed up his stick, Jake gave the jumpmaster a thumbs up. "All okay, jumpmaster!" he shouted. "STAND IN THE DOOR!" Jake shuffled forward and pushed his static line to the jumpmaster. He turned to his right and assumed a good door position, hands on either side of the door, right foot on the jump step, and head up looking at the horizon. The jumpmaster was looking out of the aircraft and down, searching for the flanker panel of the drop zone identification letter. He spotted the panel at the same time the green light came on. The jumpmaster stood up quickly and slapped Jake on the ass. "GO!" Jake started to leap up and out when an updraft hit the aircraft. Instead of a vigorous exit, Jake was pitched forward out the door, the heavy equipment container unbalancing him. He bounced off the side of the aircraft with a thud, and then was jerked violently as his static line deployed his parachute. Jake had not been able to get in a good tight body position because of his ugly exit. As a result, he was spinning in the air, twisting his static line up to the canopy of the parachute. Jake could smell the rip-stop nylon melting as the canopy fused itself together from the friction. The canopy fluttered uselessly in a cigarette roll as Jake reached for the handle of his reserve. There was better than a fifty-fifty chance his reserve would wrap around his main. Your life did indeed flash before your eyes, he marveled... ------- The End ------- Posted: 2003-08-20 Last Modified: 2003-11-10 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------