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.