Chapter 18
Melissa slumped in his arms, very close to fainting. Jake picked her up and carried her to the couch. Mom, Dad, and Debbie came down the stairs to see what all the commotion was about. Jake filled them in on what little he knew as Angie hustled to the kitchen for a glass of water for Melissa. Helen took charge of Melissa and soon had her sitting up sipping the water Angie brought. Finally, Helen had Melissa calm enough to fill in the blanks.
"Daddy went to Orlando to take care of some business," she said, "and he was shot by two guys trying to rob him. They stole his car and left him to die on the street. The police found his car in Scotsmoor but haven't caught the two guys. The police also told Vivian that bystanders said the perpetrators were big white guys who were wearing stocking masks and had hill-billy accents. Chip is on his way back from Gainesville but I don't want to stay at our house. Can I stay with you?"
Charles started to say no but Helen shot him a look and said, "Of course dear; you can stay here as long as you want. Now let's get you up to the guest room and settled in."
Charles pulled Helen aside as Debbie, Angie, and Jake took Melissa upstairs. Charles expressed his concern that Melissa should be with her family at a time like this. Helen said Melissa would be better off anywhere but with those two. When Charles pointed out that Vivian or Chip could probably get the law to bring her home, Helen said Melissa was eighteen and could do as she pleased. Charles conceded that Helen was correct and they all went up to bed.
All the Turner teens stayed with Melissa in the guest room that night. Jake sat in the over stuffed armchair and thought about what Melissa had said about the murderers. Scotsmoor was the next exit south of Oak Ridge off the Interstate and most residents of Oak Ridge spoke with heavy Southern accents.
Charles drove Jake to school; Angie and Debbie stayed home with Melissa. Helen called Vivian and told her where Melissa was. Vivian did not even know she was not home. Melissa talked to Chip on the phone for a couple of minutes. Her conversation was lethargic and in monosyllables but her voice firmed when she said she was not coming home for a while. Helen called the police and found out where Russell Thornton's body had been taken. She then called the funeral home handling the arrangements and gave them the Turner's phone number in case they needed Melissa for any reason.
School was not the same today and Jake was subdued as he went over the events of the last five days. Too many interconnected events were unfolding for it to be a coincidence. He had to really be on his toes now -- the Welch brothers were bad enough; now the guy he administered a therapeutic beating to just four nights ago might soon control one of the largest fortunes in the country.
Erika lightened Jake's mood when she met him at his locker before chemistry. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into a quiet corner.
"I started my period today, Baby; next week I go on the pill. The next time we make love it will be without a rubber. I can't wait to be full of your cum; I want to go home with loads of squirmy spermies sloshing around in my happy little pussy. I love you, Jake Turner. I want you even when I'm menstruating; you have created a monster, Doctor Frankendick."
Jake laughed and told her he loved her too. It was the first time he had told her that and it sent her into La-La land. She smiled dreamily at him as they walked to class.
By lunch, the news of Melissa's loss had spread throughout the school. Russell Thornton's murder was the main topic of conversation in the lunchroom. Jake filled in Nan on Melissa's location and status so she could brief the other cheerleaders. After lunch, Jake walked Erika to her next class. She had her arm through his and was deliberately pushing her large breast against his bicep.
"Mama said that just because I was on my period doesn't mean I can't take care of my man. She even told me a couple of ways to do it. They sounded deliciously dirty and I want to try them."
"Wow, Erika, your mom sure shares a lot with you," Jake said.
"She has lately. I think she enjoys the idea of having you vicariously through me. She sure has been putting Daddy through the wringer. I actually heard them going at it the other night. I masturbated thinking about your big dick and listening to them. Mama told me you could have probably talked her into bed the other night, but you didn't. The more I get to know you, Jake, the more I love you."
Later at study hall, he repeated his conversation with Nan to Miss Doane. She asked if she could help and Jake said he'd talk to Melissa and let her know. She asked him if he was coming over and he said he was, right after school.
"Jacob, I have an appointment at three so I won't get home until four-thirty; Katherine will be there though, so you two can be philosophical together. Seriously, Jacob, please be extra attentive to Kath; her self-esteem has really suffered because of her husband. She thinks that she is destined to be an old maid schoolteacher. Work your magic on her as a favor to me; think of it as a dress rehearsal, everyone says we're just alike."
Now there was an intriguing offer. Just when he thought he had reached his PCOD (Pussy Cut Off Date) for the near term, Rebecca drops this challenge into his lap.
"Rebecca, I don't want to do anything that will jeopardize you and me. I don't want you to think I'm false of heart, because I have plans for you, my 'Tiny Dancer'. (Shakespeare to Elton John in one sentence; Jake was shoveling the shit today!)"
Rebecca Doane's face lit up at his statement; he was so romantic and sweet. "And I have plans for you, my love; Katherine won't come between us. Maybe she'll show you how passionate we little Doane women are and you will stop being so noble and take me."
Debbie met him at the library door after study hall. He was touched that she had come for him. When they got in the Falcon her skirt rode up and he saw the little Colt nestled between her thighs. She caught his look and pulled her skirt to her waist. Jake's eyes bugged out when he saw her bald beaver was sans panties. She gave him her devilish grin but did not say a word. She stayed uncovered all the way to Rebecca's house. He got out of the car with a woody that a cat could sharpen its claws on. Erika was going to Tiny's next. She would not get the package Debbie received but she was getting one of those high-thigh holsters, even if it only held a fake pistol cigarette lighter.
Jake rang the doorbell. Katherine opened the door almost immediately, let Jake in, and led him to the parlor. She sat on the couch and, this time, Jake sat beside her. Fletcher's 'Situational Ethics' lay on the coffee table in front of them.
"So, Jacob, you want to know about ethics. Are you in some sort of dilemma?" she asked in her best professional voice.
"My only dilemma, Katie is trying to keep my mind off how good you look so we can talk about ethics."
She shot him a look of pure disbelief. He called her Katie as if she were a young girl. He met her gaze serenely, locking eyes with her. She could feel her ears turning red; her pupils dilated as a jolt of arousal shot through her body. Her small nipples hardened and her neglect vagina moistened. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his.
"What do you want to know?" Her voice had changed dramatically; now it was soft and melodious like Rebecca's.
He leaned toward her and put his arm on the back of the couch behind her, "I've got plans for the future and I'm going to need a moral compass; I knew you were it from our first meeting. As issues came up, I'd like to get your opinion on them. Do you think you would want to do that for me Katie?"
Damn him, all he had to do call her Katie and she would do anything he asked. Where was her logical skepticism, she wondered? "Yes Jacob", she said as her lips closed the distance to his.
Logic lost to love that day; it happened somewhere between the second time he called her Katie and the second time she moaned his name as she came.
That first kiss led to the kind of sex Katherine Cooper had only dreamed of. Jake had dropped his arm from behind the couch and used it to pull her toward him. As they kissed hungrily, he started undressing her. She thought how incongruous it was for a thirty-six-year-old professor to be relishing the touch of a schoolboy. Thought about it and forgot about it as his lips wrapped around her Hershey Kiss nipple. She had a very nice little body that belied her age. Unlike most of the women Jake had been with in this lifetime, she was no simpering ingénue; she knew how to fuck from Jump Street. Jake got her naked and sat her on the couch with her feet on the coffee table. He got on his knees with his head between her thighs. He worried her clit out of its hood then fastened his lips on her little love button. She grabbed the back of his head and guided him to where it felt the best as she sky-rocketed to her first orgasm. After a couple of good climaxes, she eagerly swapped positions with him and polished his knob to a high gloss.
She had a talented mouth and could take most of him down her throat even at the odd angle their bodies formed. After a few minutes, she spit out his dick, climbed on his lap, and impaled herself in one fluid motion. With her knees outside his hips, she fastened her lips to his and gyrated like Tina Turner on amphetamines. They had an intensely satisfying mutual orgasm. With no break, she got off him and latched her lips to his dick again. This time she had just the right angle and worked her mouth down to his pubic hair. His erection had never really waned so he put her on her knees on the couch. She held on to the back of the couch as he drove into her. Jake established a long deep stroke cycle that had her in an almost continuous orgasm until he blasted another load into her. Jake fell onto the couch beside her and she cupped her hand over her pussy and ran, giggling, to the bathroom. This ones for you, Socrates, thought Jake, philosophically.
When Rebecca arrived home, her very satisfied sister was listening to Jake explain what he thought needed to be done about the Welch Brothers. His head was in her lap and she was playing with his hair. Rebecca went to take a shower while they talked. Fresh from the shower, wearing a little summer dress, she and her sister switched places; Katherine went to fix dinner.
"Now that's a happy woman", Rebecca said.
"You were right about her", Jake said, "But I think her self-esteem issues are behind her. Are you okay with this?"
"I'm fine, I owe her a lot, she raised me after my parents died. Besides, I'm going to find out from her what you like so I can make you happy."
"You already make me happy, no strings attached. When we do make love it'll be for both of us, not just me."
She looked at him adoringly, and bent over to kiss him. She wondered what this man-boy would think if he knew Katherine would tell her tale while feasting on Rebecca's little pussy. A pussy that they kept as hairless as the first time Katherine licked it fourteen years ago.
Jake basked in the aura of love Rebecca projected, idly speculating on a threesome with both sisters. Rebecca continued stroking his head, not-so-idly speculating on the same thing.
Katie drove Jake home in her ex's 1972 Continental Mark IV. Derrick Cooper had picked the car up from the dealer on September the third; he had plunked down $8500 when he ordered it nine months earlier. Katherine's lawyer picked it up from the Stetson University Faculty parking lot the next day as court-ordered retribution. Derrick's little coeducational tryst had cost him approximately one hundred dollars per stroke. Katie promised Jake some pussy in the back seat next week. He went into the Turner homestead grinning like a shit-eating dog.
At eight that night, Debbie and Jake went for a ride down to Oak Ridge. Jake had the Welches' address Rebecca Doane had gotten from the office. They found the upscale home quickly and Jake asked Debbie to stop at the end of the block. Jake got out of the car and casually walked down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Debbie picked him up on the opposite corner and they circled the block. Jake scouted the next street as well, locating the back of Wayne and Blaine's house without any trouble. He caught a break when he saw a light come on and spotted one of the twins enter a bedroom at the back of the house. He fixed the window's location and returned to the car. Debbie was as cool as a cucumber the entire time. They were home from their scouting by 9:15.
Jake and his sisters sat with Melissa again until ten-thirty. Melissa was inconsolable. She told them that she had asked her dad to be extra careful because she was worried about him. She felt that if she had stopped him from going he would be alive today. Telling her she was not to blame didn't work -- so Jake tried a different approach.
"Mel, Debbie and I think it's too big a coincidence that your dad's car was found near Oak Ridge. We were thinking that Wayne and Blaine Welch know everything that goes on in Oak Ridge so we could ask them if they had heard anything. We are also going to ask them why they hired someone to beat me up; but we need your help."
Jake asked Melissa if she could go to the county building department and get a copy of the floor plan of the Welches' house.
"Jake, this is too weird", Melissa said, "Wayne and Blaine are Chip's friends. Chip scores weed from them for the fraternity he joined."
Jake and his sisters exchanged looks. Bingo.
Sometime around midnight, Angie and Melissa crawled into Jake's bed. Nothing sexual, just comfort for a friend. Jake held Melissa as she finally cried herself to sleep.
Friday morning Debbie drove Jake and Angie to school as usual. They held a war council on the way. Jake included Angie in the planning but she wouldn't participate in direct action. She didn't have Debbie or Erika's hard-ass temperament. Jake was still trying to figure out a way to get the Welches alone so he could talk to them. It had to be in a way that would not be witnessed by anyone else. Jake figured abduction was in their future.
Jake had no sooner gotten to homeroom when a student from the office came for him. Jake trudged to Mr. Skinner's office and was met by two policemen. The cops questioned him about the Tuesday incident and Jake gave them a short version of events. They asked him if he knew why Ryland and Owens attacked him. Jake said it was personal and probably involved a girl. Jake said he wasn't going to press charges because Ralph and Charles had gotten what they deserved and wouldn't mess with him again. The older cop shuddered theatrically and said that Owens' balls swelled to the size of oranges; and Ralphie Ryland now had a crooked nose and needed caps for his front teeth. They admonished Jake to be careful about other guys' women, especially if the guys were from Oak Ridge.
The policeman's admonishment started wheels in motion in Jake's head. He went to the school secretary and asked her if Owens or Ryland had any brothers or sisters at Kennedy. He was shocked to find out that Beth Owens, the brainy, mousy nurdette in his geometry class and study hall, was Charles' sister; no two siblings could be as different as they were. He hurried back to Mrs. Greer's class and arrived just as the bell rang; he grabbed his books and made a bee-line to geometry. He was loitering at the door when Beth walked up.
"Hi, Beth. I'm sorry about what happened to your brother," he said.
A startled Beth just looked at him. She was actually a cute girl under her intellectual hippie façade. She pushed her granny glasses up on her nose.
"He had it coming," she said with some vehemence, "He's a bully".
As much as she didn't want to, she liked Jake Turner. He always was polite to her and never snubbed her like most of the Kennedy elite did. She was triply cursed, she thought, a poor, brainy girl from Oak Ridge. She studied hard and kept to herself; she was determined to get out of Oak Ridge and education was her ticket. She dressed and acted to make herself unattractive and invisible. The worst thing that could happen to a girl from Oak Ridge was to be pretty and be noticed. But Jake never acted as if any of that mattered. Now here he was apologizing for his sister kicking her asshole half-brother in the balls.
"Can we talk some more during study hall?" Jake asked.
"I'd like that," she said.
Erika met him at his locker as usual before chemistry. They walked into class hand in hand laughing at one of Erika's quick-witted come-backs. Mr. McClelland gave them the evil eye so they separated and got to work. After class they breezed into the lunchroom and assumed their normal spot. Nan came in and snagged Scott; they were very chummy and Scott had that 'I'm getting laid', pussy-whipped look about him. Jake arranged for Scott and Nan to double date with Cindy and him that evening. Neither of them had ever met Cindy.
Erika was none to keen on Jake going out with Cindy but felt better that they would be with another couple. She doubted that miss goody-two-shoes Cindy would be up for any fooling around with Nan and Scott there. She decided she would take Jake home and give him a first class blowjob for insurance. Damn, she wished her period was over so she could fuck him into submission. There were entirely too many hussies sniffing around her man. She whispered her plan for the afternoon and Jake nodded enthusiastically. Jake also told her about his idea of getting her a pistol. She surprised him by telling him she already had a 12 gauge shotgun, a Marlin lever action 30-30, and a Model 10 Smith & Wesson.38. It seems the Johanssons were avid hunters in Minnesota and had a veritable arsenal at home. Erika loved duck hunting with her dad and was mad that she didn't get to go to the deer hunting camp Sven took Erik to every year. She told Jake, with due modesty, that she was the teen clay pigeon shooting champion of Minnesota.
At study hall, Jake found an empty reference table where he could talk with Beth. They gabbed about school for a while, then Jake steered the conversation to her brother.
"Beth, the Welches hired your brother to beat me up, can you think of a reason why?"
"No, but Charlie does anything they tell him to do. That whole family is bad news, they live in a nice house but no one seems to have a job. My dad works on their cars and says that they are into illegal drugs and moonshine." She gave him a sharp look. "This doesn't have anything to do with drugs, does it?"
Jake said he did not think so and went on to explain about his past.
"Do you think you owe them money from before?" she asked.
"I don't think so because they waited so long to do it and never demanded any money. I am beginning to think either someone hired the Welches or something I did recently got their attention."
"Maybe one of them has a thing for that tall girl always hanging on you."
Jake was surprised she mentioned Erika; he guessed they were officially an item now. Jake and Beth exchanged ideas for a few more minutes but nothing came of it. Then they just talked softly for a while. Beth was a smart girl, no doubt about it, and she had the same sweet personality as Rebecca Doane. Her hippie look wasn't Jake's favorite but he could live with it if it was important to her. Her straight long dark blonde hair was clean and smelled good and she had pretty gray-blue eyes behind her round little glasses. She was medium height and build although her perky breasts seemed a little on the small side under her loose top. Jake was enjoying her company but had to talk to Rebecca so he took her hand and thanked her for her help. Still holding her hand he asked her if she would go out with him sometime. She tried to act as if she was considering it, but she quickly said yes.
Jake tracked down Rebecca and told her how much he had enjoyed the time at her house yesterday. She told him she had enjoyed it also but not nearly as much as her sister had. Rebecca told him that her sister was amazed at his maturity and sexual prowess and found it impossible that he was only fifteen. Jake told her that he was almost sixteen so maybe that was it. She laughed and said he had better be ready for her tomorrow night; she was not waiting anymore.
Erika came to library to collect Jake for the ride home. He was saying goodbye to Beth as Erika walked up. Jake introduced them and Beth quickly walked away.
"I can't leave you alone for a minute without you finding another woman," she said, only half in jest, "Don't talk to other women, it makes me jealous".
"You need to get over that, I love you, but I'm not putting up with that crap. Keep it up and I'll take you across my knee and thoroughly spank that beautiful ass," he said firmly.
Erika's butt cheeks clinched at the thought; her man was so forceful. "Would you really spank me, baby?" she asked breathlessly.
Jake swatted her ass, "In a New York minute."
Jake didn't think Erika was going to get to suck him off with all the women in the house but when they got home, everyone was leaving. Helen and his sisters were taking Melissa to the Thornton house to get her clothes. Russell Thornton's funeral was tomorrow. After everyone was gone, Erika tugged Jake to his room and pushed him down on the bed. She took off her top and heavy-duty bra, then helped Jake shuck his pants. For ten minutes, Jake instructed her in how he liked to be sucked. She was attentive and eager to please. When he came, she swallowed as much of his load as she could. What escaped, she rubbed into her breasts. That should hold him, she thought, naively. They dressed, talked and cuddled for a while until Erika looked at the clock and announced she had to get home. Jake invited her to go swimming Sunday but she declined because her family was visiting relatives in St. Augustine.
After dinner, Jake dressed and waited for Scott to pick him up. About ten before seven, Scott and Nan pulled up in Scott's '66 Volkswagen Van. Thank god, he hadn't gone flower-child on it, thought Jake as he let Scott and Nan in to meet the folks. Jake's guests passed muster with his parents and they chugged to Cindy's in the anemic van; it was not the vehicle of choice for a fast getaway. What it had, however, was a nice wide area in the back for camping or getting chummy with your sweet thing. Jack Sorenson gave the van a suspicious look but Nan and Scott looked wholesome and innocent so he did not make a fuss as Jake helped his daughter into the VW.
It turned out that the van did not get the expected work out. Nan took everyone to her house to meet her parents. The Coxes were a very progressive couple, they offered the kids a drink, then went out to dinner and the movies. They said they'd be home around eleven but would call when the movie let out. Four horny teenagers stared at each other in disbelief. Then Nan grabbed Scott and headed for her bedroom, pointing out the guest room on her way. Jake found a romantic Sam Cooke album for the stereo, dimmed the lights, and sat on the couch with Cindy. He was going to just sit and talk with her so she wouldn't feel pressured -- but Cindy had other ideas.
Cindy wrapped her arms around him and started kissing his face and neck before the first syllable left his lips. He had no choice but to participate, he thought, and decided to see how far Cindy wanted to take things. A long way, he discovered, as he slipped off her little pink and white flowered panties and buried his face in her sweet virginal quim. Let's see if Laurie had ever done this, he thought, as he sucked gently on her clit while massaging her g-spot. Guess not, he answered himself, as Cindy had a moaning, quivering climax. How about this then? And he wet his fingertip, pushed it against her anal button, and - gently -- deeper and deeper into her little ass. More new territory was discovered as Cindy alternately giggled and cried out her satisfaction. After twenty minutes of almost nonstop orgasms, Cindy pushed his head away from her pussy. Jake went reluctantly; it was a very sweet and very tasty little morsel.
Cindy lay sprawled naked on the couch and let Jake feast his eyes on her. Why not, she was absolutely flawless. Hefner paid big bucks to photograph women not nearly as beautiful. Cindy shook off her post-orgasmic lethargy and scooted up to rest her head on the arm of the couch.
"I want to see you naked, Jake," she said in a little girl voice.
Jake stood up and pulled off his clothes. Her eyes widened when he slid his tighty-whities down his legs.
"That thing is a monster; you are going to have to get me very drunk on our wedding night before you stick me with that. Can I touch it?"
Jake moved to the end of the couch and she reached out and lightly brushed the crown. His dick flexed and she pulled back her hand in startlement. She giggled and reached for him again. For the next five minutes Jake instructed her on what he did -- and didn't --like. Cindy paid rapt attention and followed his directions to the letter. It dawned on Jake that fewer than six hours ago he was giving the other love of his life almost the same instructions.
"Laurie and I have been practicing this; tell me if I am doing it wrong," Cindy said.
She swooped her head down and engulfed the crown of his dick in her mouth. Jake's knees buckled in surprised pleasure as Cindy went to town on him. He didn't know what they had practiced on but Cindy had learned well. In less than two minutes he started spurting a river of semen into her mouth. Amazingly, she neither spit it out nor lost a drop. She gave the head of his shaft a final finishing swipe with her tongue and licked her lips.
"Now that I know what I've been missing, I plan on doing that a lot," she said.
Jake put on his pants but Cindy remained naked so Jake could look at and touch her. She loved the intimacy of being naked just for him. For his part, Jake loved finding new favorite places on her exquisite body. Their moment was broken when Nan let out a blood curdling series of screams and moans. They were dressed and cuddling on the couch when a sheepish Scott and a smiling Nan exited her bedroom. They all shared a soda and Scott drove them home at 11:30. Jake walked Cindy to her door and gave her a lingering kiss, then walked back to the van.
Angie and Melissa were already sleeping in his bed when he got to
his room. He crawled in behind Melissa, snuggled up to her butt, and
draped his arm across her. She sighed contentedly and pressed his hand
to her breast. In less than a minute he was out cold.