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.