Chapter 15

Jake was standing at his locker still ruminating about his purpose in life when Erika pressed up against him. A large breast was deliciously pushing into his back when she licked his ear.

"My mother acted goofy all night last night. Although you may be an evil man, you are hereby invited to supper Thursday,"she said.

Jake let her ramble on; he took her books and her hand and drug her towards chemistry. Erika congratulated Scott on making the football team and they got to work. The three went to lunch together and sat at their usual table. Jake noticed that Scott's glasses were in his pocket and his pocket protector was absent. Nan Cox, the JV cheerleader, was sitting next to Scott in a flash. She made goo-goo eyes at him while he faked being unimpressed. Nan was a little cutie and she was sending vibes that indicated Scott had a chance of soon becoming one lucky nerd. Erik sat down with them but stayed out of the conversation. Angie came over and Jake nodded for her to sit next to Erik. Erik gave her a doleful look then turned his attention back to his tray. He was clearly uncomfortable in her presence. Jake was watching Angie and Erik when another scheme popped into his head.

That day in study hall, Jake was sitting at the reference table in the library when Miss Doane slid into the chair opposite him.

"What's so interesting, Jacob?"

"Besides sweet librarians, I'm interested in how learning takes place in early childhood," Jake said.

"Why?"

"Because sweet librarians are so romantic."

She blushed, "I mean why about childhood learning".

"Well it just seems curious to me that you can know things that you can't remember learning. I know a lot but can't remember anything, how is that possible? Shouldn't there be some of the old Jake hidden somewhere in here?" He tapped his head.

"Anyway sweet romantic librarians are much more interesting," he teased, as he closed the book.

Rebecca stared at him in awe. Not once since she met him had he said or done anything that didn't resonate with her psyche. In addition, he always looked right into her eyes as he talked to her; it was as if he could drill directly into her core. Sometimes as they talked, she caught herself leaning toward him, her lips drawn to his like iron filings to a magnet. She knew that if he made any hint of a move she would be in bed with him in a minute. Maybe she even needed to take the initiative. Jake brought her back to reality.

"I always see you writing at you desk; what's that all about?" he asked.

"I just love to write, I know I have a novel in here somewhere," she tapped her head.

"You are a romantic who runs a library full of reference books; why not write a Historical Romance?" Jake asked.

"A what?"

Jake explained the concept and Miss Doane listened in rapt attention. It was exactly the kick-off impetus she needed. The career of the successful and prolific 'Rebecca Doone', undisputed queen of the Bodice Ripper genre was off and running, even though they did not know the magnitude of that yet.

The team watched game films of St John's High, their next opponent and conference rival, that afternoon. St. John's had a passing offense -- a rarity these days -- and they were outright dangerous. With three wins, one loss, and undefeated in the conference, they would just about walk away with the conference championship if they beat Kennedy. Jake studied their offense carefully and noted that they played a standard 70's era passing game. The reason for their success was the play of their quarterback. Jake vaguely remembered him as having later been a big star at Florida State and a backup in the NFL for a few years. Jake grinned wolfishly; he looked forward to meeting the guy, early and often, on Friday night.

Angie was his Tuesday night snuggle bunny. She decided that all she wanted him to do was lay there. Jake complied and for thirty delightful minutes, Angie gave him a dose of his own medicine. She alternated between sucking and riding him, switching places before he could come. Finally, she showed him mercy and hoovered out a quart of his cum. Well... maybe not a quart but it was a monumental orgasm. As he was cumming Angie's cheeks bulged out and jism seeped from the corners of her mouth. Jake finally stopped spewing and Angie daintily wiped the cum off her face and licked her fingers clean. She snuggled up next to Jake and they slept like bunny babies.

Wednesday at school was uneventful until study hall. Jake was reading B.F. Skinner's "Behaviorism" when Miss Doane came for him.

"Jacob can you help me move some books from the store room to the library cart?"

"Sure Miss Doane," he replied.

He jumped up and followed her to the back of the library. She unlocked a door marked 'text storage' and let him in. The door self-locked behind them and Rebecca put her hand on his arm.

"Jacob I don't know how to thank you," she said.

"Thank me for what?"

"For pointing me in the right direction for my book, I stayed up late and almost finished the first chapter. I'm going to research here and write at home," she said.

"That's great, but I didn't help much, you had it all in your head to begin with. I just kinda helped you find it." Then he changed the subject. "I'm really looking forward to escorting you to the ballet."

"Me too, Jacob; now stop talking and kiss me."

She took off her glasses and molded her small body to his; he bent down and kissed her. She grabbed the back of this head and shot her tongue into his mouth. That was a surprise! All their kisses until then had been gentle and almost chaste. She hungrily probed his mouth with her hot little tongue and rubbed herself against him. They broke the kiss and Rebecca stepped back. She was flushed and breathing hard. Her tiny nipples were trying to push their way through her bra.

"Wow", said Jake.

"Double wow," she said.

They loaded up the gondola and Jake pushed it to her desk. He hoped his hard-on wasn't too obvious. He was on his way out of the library, the last to leave as usual when Miss Doane met him in front of her desk.

She put her small hand on his arm and said, "I almost forgot, my sister wants to meet you; can you have dinner with us Sunday"?

Jake loved how she always touched him as they talked.

"It would be my pleasure," he said.

She handed him a slip of paper with her address and phone number and squeezed his arm.

"I'll probably need your help again tomorrow," she said.

Jake smiled and sprinted to the locker room.

After practice, Jake asked Erik to give him a ride home. They were seated in Erik's truck when Jake asked him to wait a minute before he pulled out of the parking lot. Jake sure hoped he got this right.

"Listen buddy, I know something is bothering you. Your family thinks it might be drugs." Jake said.

Erik flinched but sat in stony silence.

Jake continued, "I don't think it's drugs, I think you are going through some changes you don't know how to handle. I'd like you to talk to friend of mine; he suffered the same thing I believe you are going through. He might be able to make it easier or at least clearer for you. If I'm wrong about this, I'm sorry; but as your friend, I have to do something. I'm going to remain your friend and respect you privacy no matter what."

Eric gave him a malignant stare but Jake met his gaze calmly.

"When can I meet him?" Erik finally croaked.

Jake gave Erik directions to Sara's house; Dr. Douglas was waiting in the driveway. Jake introduced them and went into the house. Erik and the doctor talked for a few minutes then left in the Mercedes.

A long wait had Jake starting to pace; after thirty minutes of that he blew a huge sigh of relief when they finally pulled back into the driveway. They must have been doing some heavy duty talking because they were gone for well over an hour. Erik and Dr. Douglas got out of the doc's car and shook hands. Erik walked to his truck and Jake went to shake Christopher Douglas' hand.

"You did a good thing Jake; you are an amazing young man. Maybe someday you'll tell me about yourself."

"Maybe someday, Dr. Douglas, thanks for talking to Erik, I hope it helped him."

"I think it did, he's a good kid; he'll figure it out," the doctor said.

"Thanks again, Doc, and thanks for the ballet tickets."

"Jake, after what I saw you just do for Erik, a couple of tickets is nothing. "

They shook hands and Jake headed for Erik's truck. When he and Erik were on the road to Jake's house Erik finally spoke.

"You got a lot of balls, Turner, to even consider doing something like that," Eric said, and then he smiled for the first time in weeks.

That night Jake huddled with Angie to put phase two in place. At first, Angie looked at him as if he had farted in church. However, after another couple of minutes of explaining, she got it and gave him a kiss to make the bargain official.

Sven Johansson called and spoke to Charles Turner for twenty minutes that night. Then Charles and Helen huddled for fifteen minutes. His dad came into the living room and asked Jake to come into the kitchen. Both his parents were misty-eyed as they relayed Sven's heart-felt gratitude. Jake said it was nothing and wouldn't divulge anything that happened, citing his promise to respect Erik's privacy. Charles understood but Helen wanted details.

"Give it a rest Helen," Charles said firmly and held out his hand to her.

It was hard to say who was shocked the most when Helen said okay dear, took his hand, and quietly, obediently followed him upstairs.

Jake, Debbie, and Angie exchanged glances and Debbie said, "Way to go, Dad".

Lunch on Thursday was a regular love fest at Jake's table. Nan Cox was half-way in Scott's lap, Erika was making it plain that Jake was already taken, and Erik and Angie were talking quietly while they held hands. Jake was happy with the way things turned out. Erik would have a beard in Angie while he sorted out his sexual orientation and Angie would be seen dating a major hunk. Erik had gotten to talk to someone who let him know he wasn't the first person to be confused about his or her sexuality. Dr. Douglas had the opportunity to help another person avoid some of the pain he had suffered. Last, but not least, the Johanssons had their son and brother back. Now maybe I can concentrate on simply getting laid thought Jake.

Study hall was pleasant, he helped Miss Doane again, and she thanked him nicely. He thought she looked almost disappointed when he only kissed and held her. She sure did wriggle in his arms as they kissed.

Football practice consisted of working on new plays that Coach Nelson dreamed up. Some of them were incredibly clever. Jake thought that Coach must be able to think better now that Sara was relieving him of the excess testosterone. Nelson called him into his office after practice.

"No can do on the sublet Jake." He said without preamble. "Because of your age you can't sign the damage waiver. Sara did manage to rent it part time and she is holding the keys for the renters. But for as long as the part timers are not here and if you clean up after yourself, you can use the place, okay?"

Yes! "Thanks coach, I'll be careful and clean it up don't worry. Uh, you don't know if it's being used Saturday do you?"

Coach laughed and handed him a key ring with a big "J" on it.

"Sara knows you well, doesn't she?" Nelson said.

That evening, Angie dropped Jake off at the Johansson's door. Neither vehicle was in the driveway and Jake hoped he hadn't mixed up the date. He rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. He knocked on the door again and was just about to leave when a flustered Helga yanked it open.

"I thought I was here on the wrong day." Jake said.

"You're just early, come on in. The kids are at the store getting some rolls; they'll be back in a few minutes."

"You look beautiful tonight," Jake said.

She did. Instead of her usual house frock, she was wearing a shimmery dress the same color blue as her eyes. Her long blonde hair hung to her lower back replacing the braids that usually wrapped around her head. She was made up and smelled of Shalimar. She was probably carrying ten extra pounds but nine of that was in her chest so it was okay with Jake.

"Thank you, Jake; can you fasten this for me?"

She turned around and held her hands behind her neck; she was clutching the ends of a long gold chain. Jake made a production of sweeping her hair off her neck and over her shoulder and then took the chain and fastened it. He traced his fingers around both sides and followed the chain to where it disappeared into her cleavage. He lightly caressed the tops of her creamy breasts as he smoothed out the links.

"That should do it," Jake said as he dropped his hands.

Helga just stood there with her back to him, "T-T-Thank you", she stuttered.

Jake grinned at her sudden nervousness, time to up the ante. "You look wonderful; I never knew your hair was so long and beautiful or that you were so stacked."

Helga turned around and looked at him, her lips moved but nothing came out.

"You need to dress that way more often. Maybe not as formal but something that shows you off. I like looking at you and I'll bet Sven does too." He said.

Mentioning Sven broke the ice and Helga regained her composure. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

"You are a dangerously charming young man. I'm going to go finish dinner; why don't you keep me company while I cook," She said.

Jake followed her into the kitchen, enjoying the view of her walking in front of him. Helga knew it and swayed her hips a little. Jake was glad that she was willing to flirt a little. He was also glad that she got the message that looking and flirting were the extent of his ambitions toward her. He really liked these people and he didn't want anything to jeopardize his friendship with Erik and Sven. Not to mention Erika, she was jealous enough already. The thought of a pissed-off Erika coming after him scared the shit out of him. He parked his butt on a bar stool and Helga got him a Coke. She sat it on the counter, leaning over to show him more cleavage. She held her pose until she saw Jake looking and gave him a sultry smile. She was good at this game, thought Jake; Sven was a lucky guy.

Erik and Erika came in just after Helga straightened up. The twins trooped into the kitchen with a couple of bags of groceries. Erik plopped down next to Jake and Erika started helping her mom. Jake and Erik talked about the tomorrow's game and how they could best neutralize St. John's quarterback. Sven arrived home from work and joined their conversation. Jake was impressed, but not surprised, when he found out Sven had been a starting tackle for the University of Minnesota Golden Gophers.

Sven Johansson told Jake that he was Vice President of Collier and Associates, an advertising company big in the Midwest. He was here to open a couple of offices to serve the growing tourism industry in Central Florida. Sven had convinced Collier that the South was the next boom in the economy and they should get in on the ground floor. He envisioned six to eight offices throughout the Southern States, opening a couple of offices a year. Jake asked Sven if they would take on a client as small as the TFA Superstore. Sven said sure they did; some of their biggest accounts started as small operations. Collier could and would ramp up the services they provided as the client grew.

"Do you represent individuals?" Jake asked.

"We have done some work for Hollywood to promote studio finds, but usually individuals have publicists," Sven said. "Who do you know that needs an Advertising Agency?"

"A lot of people might, especially if you had people who could help with how the public perceives someone, a politician for instance."

You could almost see the wheels turning in Sven's head as he considered what Jake said.

"Jake, that is an idea that might have some merit, I'll check it out."

"If you decided it's a worthwhile idea I'd like to be your first client."

"Whatever for?" asked Sven.

Oh, I don't know; is it too soon to start running for President?" replied Jake.

Dinner with the Johanssons was great and Jake enjoyed himself immensely. Helga vamped for Sven all evening to the amusement of the teenagers and Erika paid Jake the same attention. Erik included himself in the conversation all evening. You could feel the rightness of this family. Debbie picked him up at nine-thirty, Erika and her mom both kissed him goodnight, and the men shook hands as fast friends.

Friday the school was abuzz in anticipation of the football game with St. Johns. There was a pep rally last period and the school was covered with hand-lettered posters exhorting Kennedy to the conference title, a little premature perhaps but indicative of the importance of the game. Jake barely had enough alone time with Erika to ask her if she still wanted to take care of their unfinished business Saturday. She said she would pick him up at nine am and would bring Helga's Trojans with her.

The pep rally was superior and everyone was motivated when they left campus. Jake went home and tried to relax. Angie and Debbie helped by cuddling up with him on his bed. At five o'clock Jake and Debbie headed for the school. Angie and the folks were leaving at six-thirty. The Johanssons, Sorensons, and Turners had staked out a section of the bleachers and were meeting there before kickoff. Sara was picking up Cindy, Jody, and Angie. Erika was bringing Erik's truck and would meet up with Sara's bunch in the section where the players' girlfriends sat.

The stands were filled that night in Panther Stadium. Besides the JFK home crowd, a large contingent from St Johns made the short trip to cheer on their team. For once, the game lived up to the hype and expectations.

The first half saw two evenly matched teams play their collective asses off. When the teams filled into their respective locker rooms, the score was knotted at 14-all. Coach Nelson gave an inspiring half-time speech and the Panthers were psyched. Jake pulled Coach aside for a couple of minutes and asked him if he could try something different on defense in the second half. The Coach listened and nodded affirmatively. Jake had played a good first half on both sides of the ball. He caught a couple of passes and ran an end-around for a ten-yard gain. He played excellent linebacker, making the plays he should have made, and he controlled the middle of the field. Coach had just given him permission to play only defense to allow him to concentrate on stopping St Johns' offense.

The second half was all Kennedy. Magoo Hughes brought in every third offensive play and then would split out wide right. When the ball was snapped, Hughes ran just fast enough to keep the safeties attention and usually the ball was passed to someone trailing him. On the third play of the second half however, Hughes put on a burst of speed, and Brad threw the ball downfield ahead of him. He raced under the ball, caught it, and zipped into the end zone. On the following series, Jake decided to blitz every play. On the first snap, Jake pushed past the center and guard and headed for Mr. All-American. The quarterback saw him coming and unloaded the ball incomplete. The second play Jake rushed in from the right and broke through the line just as the ball was being handed off. The runner took two steps before Jake leveled him for a loss. The next play the quarterback dropped back and Jake used a spin move to skirt by the left tackle. The quarterback never saw him. Jake dropped him like a bad habit; the quarterback got up groggily and wasn't very effective after that. That was pretty much the ball game. Ray Robinson broke off a forty-yard touchdown run on Kennedy's next possession and Jake and his defense generally stifled St Johns' offense. The final score was 34-20.

After showers, most of the jubilant players went to the Steak and Shake. Jake hung out with them for a while, then pleading tiredness, cadged a ride home. He figured that he might need to rest up for tomorrow and Erika. How right he was.

Erika showed up at the Turners' front door at a quarter to nine Saturday morning. She chitchatted with the parents while Jake threw on his clothes. They were out the door and on the road at five till. Erika had Erik's truck and drove as Jake gave directions. Erika was clearly excited. Her usual reserve was replaced with animation. Jake put his hand on her knee and the muscles of her leg rippled in little waves. They hadn't gone a block and already he could smell her arousal. She was hot to trot!

Jake had barely closed the door of Coach's apartment when she was on him like a hungry dog on a meat truck. She was kissing him fiercely and trying to pull off her clothes at the same time. Jake pushed her back and held her at arms length.

"Take it easy, we've got all day," he said.

"Easy for you to say, you probably got laid last night; I've been waiting sixteen years for this," she rejoined.

Jake watched her as she undressed. He marveled at each patch of skin she exposed; nude at last, she stood, arms akimbo, gauging his reaction. He eyed her up and down; the laws of gravity were suspended for her big breasts, and her sparse pussy hair needed no trimming. She was softly feminine but wasn't fat.

"Do I pass muster?" she asked.

"Oh yeah", Jake said reverently, "you are the first woman I've ever met who looks better naked than dressed up".

Jake shed his clothes and gave her the same chance to examine him. She looked him up and down and smiled.

"I didn't know a man could be look as good as you; you are perfect", she reached out and took his dick in her hand, "Let's go to the bedroom".

Once she had a hold of his dick she did not let it go, it was either in her pussy, hand, or mouth for the next four hours.

They found the bedroom and fell on to the full sized bed. Jake kissed her and played with her breasts. He started moving to feast on her pussy when she grabbed his head and pulled him up until he was nestled between her impossibly long legs.

"I don't need any preliminaries, put on a rubber, and get that thing in me."

Oh shit, the rubbers! Jake jumped up, raced to the small kitchen, and frantically dug through their clothes. Eureka! He found Helga's gift pack of Trojans and ran full tilt back to the bedroom. Erika was still lying where he left her, but now she had her knees pulled up and she was absently playing with her nipples. Jake ripped open the box of condoms, extracted one, and tossed the box next to the bed. He tore off the foil and rolled the latex balloon down his shaft. Erika watched the whole operation with interest. From now on, she'd take care of that little chore. Jake knee-walked between her spread thighs and eased the head of his dick against her slit. He rubbed it around in the river of juices glistening on her lips, and then set himself at her opening. Pushing a little, he got the head past her tight entrance.

"Uhm," Erika hummed.

Jake advanced slowly; alert to stop when he hit her maidenhead. She was just tight enough to make his dick feel good and wet enough to facilitate his progress. Jake kept pushing and finally bottomed out. He looked down at Erika and she smiled blissfully back.

"I got rid of my hymen with mama's vibrator last year. It was my first lover," Erika explained.

Erika moved her hips tentative as Jake held himself still in her. She hooked her legs over his calves and rolled her hips experimentally.

"Alright big boy, show me what you got," she purred.

Jake pulled back and they were off. Jake worked her pussy relentlessly. And Erika met him thrust for thrust. She had a way of swinging her ass that made his dick feel like it was attached to a milking machine, her pussy clamping down on his love muscle as her hips rotated in counter rhythm. He braced himself on his out stretched arms and she pulled her knees back to her tits to give him room. SLAM, he drove into her with all his might. Her breathing turned staccato, and her hips arched off the bed lifting him until his weight was balanced on his fingertips and the head of his dick.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH Jake, OOOOHHHhhhh honey," she screamed as she came. "More, I want more."

Jake pulled her legs up over his shoulders and her eyes got big as he penetrated another inch into her. He reached down and grabbed a perfect ass cheek in each hand and tried to ram his dick through her pussy and out her mouth. She grabbed his arms and squeezed, her head came up then fell back on the pillow as another orgasm hit her. She wailed her appreciation as Jake came, filling the Trojan with about a billion spermy wormies.

Erika was made for sex; Jake was reaping the benefits of thousands of years of evolution on the frozen tundra. She was strong, flexible, and unafraid to experiment. She was the Energizer Bunny on steroids and she gave Jake the ride of his life. It was the smelliest, sweatiest, most satisfying sex Jake had ever experienced. If there was better pussy than this Viking Goddess, Odin kept it for himself.

For her part, Erika could not get enough of Jake's cock. He showed her different positions and she liked them all. However, heaven to her was being on her back with her man pounding her spasming little pussy, her long smooth legs wrapped around his waist. Oh sure, she got off on having him in her mouth and thought it was hot when he fucked her between her tits; but his weight above her, pinning her to the mattress was what made her come the best. She reluctantly released his cock when he said he couldn't get it up again. It was only one o'clock, maybe the shower would revive him, after all, he did say they had all day.

Jake followed Erika out of the shower into the bedroom. Even the feel of her slippery body didn't revive his drooping manhood, he was fucked out. The bedroom was a disaster, used rubbers were lying by the bed like sheet-covered victims of a drive-by shooting, and the covers left on the bed were soaked with their juices and sweat. The room reeked of sex. Jake figured he could make his first million if he could somehow bottle Erika's smell. Jake opened the windows to air out the room and the couple started cleaning up the evidence of their tryst.

Erika dropped Jake off at his house at two-thirty. She kissed him hotly before she let him out of the truck.

"That was so good Jake, maybe we can do it longer next time," she said sweetly.

Jake groaned and trudged into the house and straight to his bed, he felt rode hard and put away wet; and he still had to take Melissa Thornton to the Country Club tonight.

Erika gunned the engine in Erik's truck and stretched like a contented lioness. Jake had awakened the women in her. She was now in love with him more than ever. And she didn't really feel like sharing. She was going to make sure that he didn't have the time or energy to spend on Jody, Sara, Cindy, that prissy Melissa, and any others that might come up. She didn't care where her man got his appetite; she was going to make sure he ate at home.

Joe J

Chapter 16