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.