Chapter 19
Jake woke up Saturday morning with Melissa in his arms, her pliant breast still in his palm. He started to slowly disengage himself, but Melissa put her hand over his to keep him in place.
"Don't move, I like this," she said.
He held her a few more minutes until he had to pee so bad his teeth were floating. She groaned as he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Angie was awake by the time Jake came out. She gave him a sleepy "morning" and slipped out the door to her bathroom while Mel used his. Everyone was subdued at breakfast as plans were made for the funeral. Jake noticed that Melissa kept close to Dad and watched him all the time. She clearly had taken him on as her new father figure. For his part, Dad was very good towards her, treating her like she was already a member of the family. Helen saw the interaction and encouraged it. Melissa was a sweet young girl whose physical maturity hid a lot of vulnerability.
Charles, Helen, and Melissa departed for the funeral service at eleven o'clock. The funeral was being held at the Palmdale Episcopal Church, a huge edifice near downtown. The Turner siblings were leaving at 11:45 for the noon service. Despite the somber occasion, Jake thoroughly enjoyed watching his sisters get ready. He could watch a sexy woman put on hose and underwear all day long. His sisters basked in his appreciation and made a production out of getting dressed. The trio made it to the church with five minutes to spare. They moved to the front pew where seats were being held for them. It appeared that most of Palmdale was at the service as the town's most prominent citizen was eulogized.
Chip and a veiled Vivian sat at the other end of the pew. Vivian looked at Jake and he could see no sorrow in her expression; she wore the same dangerously predatory look she had at the cotillion. Chip was looking at him also, his malice thinly disguised. The service was somberly comforting as the minister spoke of Russell. Jake was surprised as Russell Thornton's achievements were enumerated. He had been a hero in World War II, flying over forty missions as a B-17 pilot. He donated most of the money that built the church they were seated in and had insisted that it not be publicized. His philanthropy extended from hospital children's wards to soup kitchens. Someone had cut short the life of a truly good man. Jake wished that he had gotten to know Russell better. Russell's brother Randal had flown in from Connecticut; Melissa was sitting with him and his family.
The church service ended and family and friends moved to the cemetery for the grave-side service. Melissa leaned against Charles, sobbing as her father was lowered into his final resting place. As stipulated in his will, Russell Thornton's grave was marked not with some ornate tombstone but by a simple brass plaque issued by the Veterans Administration. A military honor guard fired three volleys, a trumpeter sounded Taps, and Russell Sr. was history. The 'grieving' widow put on some histrionics and Chip looked sad, but Melissa was devastated. Without a word to her brother or step-mother, she held onto Charles for dear life as the Turners escorted her to her new home. Charles sent Melissa to the car with Helen while he and Randal Thornton spoke for five minutes. There was never a question about taking her in; Jake had just gained a new sister.
Jake tried to be blasé about the upcoming theater evening as his sisters and Melissa helped him with his tuxedo. It was easy to not be excited about the ballet itself; he had tried in his other life to enjoy it for the sake of his first wife. He guessed that he was just culturally deficient because it held the same appeal as watching bowling on television. However, the prospect of being there with Rebecca and getting to see her reaction to the evening that Dr. Douglas had planned for them was exciting. The limousine pulled up in the drive at 5:30 sharp; Christopher Douglas had not been kidding when he told Jake he would take care of everything. When Jake got in the back, the driver reached back and handed Jake a note. The neatly typed page was their itinerary for the evening as well as what arrangements had been made. Jake was shocked that everything was already paid for including the driver's tip.
Jake looked around the limo as they headed for Rebecca's; no wonder Sara had fallen for this guy. A dozen long stemmed red roses sat on the seat next to him, champagne was chilling in a silver ice bucket attached to the seat back, and romantic music filled the passenger compartment. Jake was glad that Dr. Douglas decided to play for the other team; he would have been some serious competition in the pussy-getting race. The limousine glided up to Rebecca's and Jake went to retrieve her. She answered the door herself and Jake let out a whistle. She wore a floor length black formal gown that hugged her shapely little body tightly. Her hair framed her face in a most flattering manner and her makeup was perfect. His cute little librarian had metamorphosed into a beautiful, sophisticated young socialite.
"You are stunning; I'm going to be the envy of every guy there tonight," he said.
"Thank you Jacob, you look so handsome, all the women there will want to be me," she replied.
He opened the door for her and she slid gracefully into the seat. Jake had noticed before that she never seemed to have an ungainly moment; all of her motions were fluid and poised. He idly wondered how that would play out in bed. Jake went around and got in and the driver pulled out smoothly. Rebecca gushed about the roses and, holding them in her lap, slid across the seat next to him. They cuddled up and held hands as the driver skillfully maneuvered the limo onto I-4.
Their seats were excellent, fifth row center section, on the aisle. Rebecca held his hand and leaned on his shoulder; her eyes sparked throughout the performance as she kept giving him adoring looks. They were right about the impact they had on the audience. During the intermission they drew admiring glances from both men and women. Numerous people came up to introduce themselves and they had a thoroughly enjoyable time. Rebecca was vivacious and witty and had the men fawning over her. Jake was surrounded by a covey of socialites simpering like school girls. They made their way to their seats to watch the final act with Rebecca possessively holding his arm.
Dr. Douglas had arranged an intimate late meal at a four star restaurant. It was 11:30 when Jake and a starry-eyed Rebecca Doane piled into the limo to go home. As soon as they were settled into their seats, Rebecca pushed the button that rolled up the privacy window between them and the driver. When it reached the limit of its travel, she threw herself on him.
She kissed him sweetly and said, "Thank you, Jacob, for the best evening of my life."
Then she fastened her lips to his and gave him a searing kiss. They made out all the way to her house. As they exited the limo in her driveway, she surprised Jake by dismissing the driver.
"I'll take you home... eventually," she said with a smile.
Rebecca unlocked the door and let them in; as soon as she set the dead bolt Jake swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. She pointed to her bedroom door and Jake carried her into the room. He kicked the door shut and gently lowered her to the bed. She sighed in pleasure as he started stripping off her clothes. This was the way she had always dreamed of being seduced. Now this wonderfully big strong man was taking her arousal to heights she never suspected she could reach. She sighed and cooed as he removed her clothes, arching her body up to his caressing hands. His lips burned a trail of molten lust down her neck and onto her breasts. He tormented her nipples and licked between her swollen orbs as his fingertips lightly stroked the entrance to her saturated vagina.
Jake was amazed at the incredible body his little ballerina had hidden under her librarian persona. It was almost as perfect as Cindy's. Her tits were bigger and sagged just slightly to the side; her hips were narrower. A zipper like scar ran up the inside of her left knee, the epitaph of her career in dance. Her legs were muscular and not as long as Cindy's but her ass was one of the finest he had ever seen. She could even give Vicki Greer a run for her money in the booty department. Her smooth unbroken skin was like the finest alabaster; her hard coral-hued nipples were outstanding. Her hairless little pussy was a pleasant surprise; he would have to ask about it later. He stood up and removed his tuxedo.
Rebecca watched him undress with undisguised awe. He was an Adonis, tall and muscular with very little body hair. Her heart lurched in her chest when he uncovered his rampant manhood. It was beautiful like the rest of him; it was long and smooth with a large flaring helmet. She had seen only two other penises in her life, but she would swear it would be hard to find one more perfect. She felt trepidation about the size of him but knew he would be gentle with her. After all, he always seemed to know exactly what she needed. He lay back down on the bed and she took him in her arms, raining kisses on his face. She could not get enough of touching him, of having her body pressed tightly against his. Then her young lover slid down to the foot of the bed and started working on her vagina, his tongue and fingers everywhere at once. Katherine could learn a lot from him, she thought, as her first orgasm racked her body in paroxysms of pleasure. Maybe it was the newness of it, or the long build up to it, but whatever it was gave her one of the most intense climaxes she'd ever experienced. Her sister usually only tongued her to her peak once or twice; Jacob took her over the edge more than that in five minutes. She started to protest when he turned her on to her stomach but the words died on her lips when he focused his attention on her bottom. She never had a clue that her little rear end was such an erogenous area. But as his thick tongue snaked between her cheeks, she thrust them up higher to facilitate his exploration.
Jake loved the taste of his little lover; she was sweet with a spicy tang. The insides of her thighs smelled of the perfume she had dabbed there in anticipation of this moment. When she came, he could feel her pussy clench down on his finger as he rubbed the inside front wall of her tunnel. Her clit was big for such a small pussy; it thrust well out of its protective hood as if seeking his tongue. He was gratified with her response when he attacked her ass. It would have been a shame if one that nice weren't sensitive. As he wormed his tongue into her brown eye, she pushed back into his face like a cat in heat.
Rebecca gasped in wonder as his tongue pushed into her back there. Nothing in her twenty-seven years had prepared her for anything like this. With a will of its own, her bottom took on the rhythm of his thrusting lingual appendage. This was so wanton, so unlike her, but oh so good. When he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with a finger made slick with her secretions she gasped. His large finger burrowed up into her most private place and she could only whine her approval. Then he pushed his middle finger into her vagina and began to thrust both into her in at a fast pace, the knuckle of his ring finger hitting her clitoris. Her hips involuntarily started to match his thrusts and she had a shattering orgasm. Was that her screaming? No, it couldn't be, proper young ladies did not make that much noise. Her orgasm was so strong it left her senseless and she fell on her side. Her lover moved up beside her and held her as she recovered.
Jake was holding her and stoking her brow when she reached down and touched his dick.
"Will you make love to me now, Jacob?" she asked.
He was only too happy to oblige her. His dick had been rock hard for over an hour and it needed some attention. He rolled her on her back and she pulled up her knees as he put the head of his dick at her little slit. He pushed forward and gained an initial purchase but she was tighter than either of the virgins he had recently deflowered. It was slow going, so he grabbed a pillow and put it under her million-dollar ass to elevate her snatch and give a better angle for his one-eyed trouser trout. After that brief intermission, he resumed his advance; he was now able to penetrate more and more deeply with each stroke. Finally, he reached the end of her tunnel with over an inch of his dick still outside her. She had been unmoving under him as he affected his entry. Her eyes were huge as she felt him hit bottom and she knew still more shaft was waiting for entry. He pulled back an inch and pushed in yet again, trying to loosen her up. Her pussy was gripping his dick as tightly as his fist ever had or could. He gave her a few more rapid short strokes and, as she became accustomed to his size, she made a few tentative strokes back at him.
Rebecca couldn't believe how much Jake stretched her channel with his hardness. He was as gentle as she knew he would be but she still felt uncomfortably full from his intromission. When his spear touched the back of her womanhood she was incredulous that he still had so much more to give her. Where in the world would it go? She did a turn-out, then a modified arabesque, and her left leg ended up draped over his right shoulder. Her relief was palpable when he reversed direction and pulled back. She felt a small initial tingle replace fullness as he gently pushed back in. He began a rhythmic motion in and out of her that turned the tingle into waves and then a tsunami of pleasure. With her first two lovers, she had not felt much and had just lain still, enjoying the basic intimate nature of the act. This time, her hips started moving on their own accord. Soon they had established the age old counter-motions that love making was really all about. She cried out in abandon as her first orgasm from intercourse overtook her. Her first of many, she thought as she climbed towards the next one. Jacob; Jacob; Jacob... became her mantra, her drumbeat, as the symphony of ecstasy reached a crescendo of pounding pulses.
He finally managed to get all of his dick comfortably into her when he took her doggie style after his first cum. She had loved the feeling of being stuffed with dick in her pussy and cum slimed fingers in her ass. She had discovered something about herself tonight and she begged him to fuck her ass and extend her sensory horizons. Jake responded to her plea. He pulled out of her pussy and was gratified that her ass was loosened enough to take him. She corkscrewed her butt on his dick and wailed in delight as he poured it to her. He reached under her and rolled her marble sized clit between his fingers. She came when he did and they collapsed in a heap.
At 4:30 am, a thoroughly contented ballerina turned librarian dropped Jake at his house. She felt as if she had just danced the lead in 'Swan Lake' for the Bolshoi. She still had on her evening gown, although all she had under it was glistening skin, and black satin slippers on her tiny feet. Her body ached pleasantly; even her jaw was sore from sucking him off in the shower. She knew now that she wouldn't have any problems writing love scenes for her novel.
Jake felt a shiver run through him when she held his face and said, "Jacob, even if you live two lifetimes, no one will ever love you more than I do tonight."
Jake was one whipped puppy when he crawled into bed. But not whipped enough to miss the fact that Melissa was already in it, wearing nothing but her panties. He snuggled up to her butt again and was out like a light.
Jake woke up groggily at nine the next morning. Melissa wasn't in the bed but as soon as he sat up he saw her exit the bathroom, still in just her panties. She saw him looking and squared her shoulders.
"I hope you don't mind, this is the way I always sleep," she said, "besides I guess I'm your sister now and you get to look if you want."
Then she pulled down the front of her panties exposing a rich superfluity of black curly hair.
"I've been told that I'm going to have to do something about this though; got any ideas?"
She grabbed her clothes and scampered through the bath to her room before Jake could even reply.
Jake told his family about the ballet and the dinner at 'Top of Orlando'. Helen said he must have had a good time judging from the hour he got home. Jake allowed that he had a wonderful time but more from the company than from the ballet. Charles said amen to that and got a dirty look from Helen. She told him that he wasn't getting out of taking her to 'The Nutcracker' at Christmas and she expected the same treatment Jake's date received. Jake raised his eyebrows at that and Helen gave him a private smile while everyone else was laughing.
After church, Jake, Melissa and his sisters held another council. Mel had the floor plans for the Welch home and they looked them over although Jake had cooled considerably to the idea of a home invasion. He didn't like the idea of meeting them on their home turf and Beth had told him they had a couple of trained Dobermans. They agreed that the best bet would be to lure the brothers somewhere and snatch them up; all they needed was bait. Debbie said she had an idea and went to make a phone call. She refused to tell anyone what she was up too and said they would find out soon enough.
Jake and Charles were in the pool playing water polo against Helen, Angie, and Melissa when Debbie walked out of the house with bikini-clad Laurie and Cindy. All three splashed into the pool and joined the game. The three new arrivals formed a team with Charles and Jake was teamed with the other three women. After half an hour, Melissa went inside with Angie and Helen in tow. Cindy went to one side of the deep end with Jake as Debbie and Laurie cornered Charles on the opposite side. They had stopped pretending to play and were kissing and rubbing against him.
"Debbie told me about your plan for the guys that got you beat up; count me and Laurie in," Cindy said.
"I'll have to think about that Cindy; I'm not going to put you two in a situation that could get you hurt," Jake said.
"I know you won't let anything bad happen to us," she said.
Jake hugged her to him; Debbie's idea had merit. If these two little hotties couldn't entice Wayne and Blaine out of Oak Ridge, no one could. He started formulating a plan but Cindy stopped the process. She leaned against him and kissed him.
"Your sister is something else; she's got Laurie doing anything she wants, and now they want me to join them."
"What do you think about that?" he asked.
"She's beautiful and so self-assured; I'm tempted -- but she's your sister."
"Don't let that bother you; you know I see other girls and fair is fair."
They went over and joined Charles and the other teens, splashing them as they arrived. After a huge water fight, everyone went in to change and eat a snack. Conversation in the nook was lively and even Melissa laughed some. Cindy and Laurie took their leave; Jake, Charles, and Debbie walked them to the car. Both girls kissed and hugged Debbie then Cindy gave Jake a smoldering kiss to last him until they saw each other again. Charles got the same from Laurie and this time let her use all the tongue she wanted. They walked inside. Charles told them Randal Thornton and his family was having dinner with them, so everyone should be dressed and ready for guests at six. Jake went upstairs to take a nap; he hadn't gotten much sleep last night and needed to recharge his batteries. Helen and the girls started supper.
The Thorntons arrived precisely on time. Charles introduced his family and Randal did the same. Mrs. Maria Thornton was a vivacious woman with just a hint of Spanish accent. She was well built and didn't dress to hide her figure. Jake caught Charles eyeing her substantial display of cleavage. Their son Tyler was twenty and in his second year at Princeton. He was about 5'10", slender, and handsome. Daughter Marissa was sixteen, cute and short; she had happily inherited her mother's bosom. The teens and Tyler went out to the pool deck while the adults had cocktails in the living room.
Dinner was enjoyable; Angie, Tyler, Debbie, and Marisa ate in the nook, and everyone else ate in the dining room. After dinner, the adults stayed in the dining room while the young people went back outside. Charles came out and retrieved Melissa and she stayed talking with them for a while. Randal was the executor of Russell Thornton's will; Melissa would receive a substantial inheritance that would be in trust until she was twenty-one. Vivian and Chip were already lobbying to gain control of her trust. At Charles' recommendation, Melissa decided to have her trust transferred to Palmdale Savings and Loan with Jack Sorenson administering it. Any decisions Jack made would be cleared with Randal. Melissa would receive an annual stipend of $100,000 until she depleted the trust fund. Charles agreed to take her to Jack Sorenson to make the arrangements, and suggested she let her money stay in the bank. Melissa started crying, and then fiercely hugged Charles and Helen.
While the men continued discussing finances with Melissa, Helen and Maria wandered out to the pool. Helen called Jake aside and told him what was going on. Maria was impressed with this strapping young man. He radiated confidence and maturity well beyond his years. Helen excused herself and left them alone as she went to talk to the other four children. Jake put his hand on Maria's arm and looked into her eyes as they chatted. His touch was electric and his eyes mesmerizing. 'Down girl, ' she told herself. It seemed only natural when he took her hand and offered to show her the rest of the house.
They stopped at the picnic table where everyone was sitting and asked if anyone else wanted a tour. Angie said she'd show Tyler around after they finished their sodas, Debbie and Marisa were engrossed in conversation, and Helen said go ahead. Jake led Maria through the downstairs so she could oh and ah at Helen's decorating and then he led her up the grand stair case to the second floor. They made a quick tour upstairs and as they reached the small stair case to the laundry room Maria stopped and turned to Jake.
"I thought you brought me up here to try something funny," she said.
"Disappointed?" he asked.
She stepped closer to him and looked up, "If you don't at least try to kiss me I'll think I've lost my allure."
Jake bent down and kissed her lightly, "How's that?" he asked.
"That was sweet but it made me feel motherly, not desirable," she said.
"What about Mr. Thornton?" Jake asked.
"We have an understanding; he's probably putting the make on your beautiful mother right this minute. I know because we talked about it earlier; I really like your tall handsome father, he looks and acts like English royalty."
That shed a different light on things, he thought, no need for him to be noble now. He dipped his head again, captured her lips, and slipped his hand under her fashionably short dress. He cupped her mound through her panty hose and squeezed it as his tongue snaked in her mouth.
She pulled away from him and stepped back, "I can see you will not need me to teach you in love, my caballero. We will continue this later. Marisa and I are going to stay a while. Randal will fly Tyler back to school tomorrow and come back Wednesday. We like it here and might move down to be near Randal's family. I have to stay fresh; we are taking your parents out on the town."
Jake was amazed at these developments. He sure would like to be a fly on the wall at this evening's festivity.
He pulled her back for another kiss and led her downstairs. Before she could disappear into the powder room, Jake asked her if she would tell him what happened tonight the next time he saw her. She agreed and said she would see him tomorrow and tell him all about it.
Randall and Maria took Charles and Helen to the Amore for dancing at ten. Angie and Debbie drove Tyler and Marisa back at the same time. As soon as their cars were out of the driveway, Jake threw a squealing and giggling Melissa over his shoulder and headed upstairs.
"Time to do something about that fur, big sister, you know the rules."
Monday morning, Jake told his (now three) sisters his Welch brothers plan and invited them to shoot it full of holes. They made suggestions and comments and, by the time they arrived at school, they had pounded out something that might work. Jake thought Angie and Debbie each looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary but he was preoccupied and did not ask them about it. He figured they would spill the beans soon enough. Melissa had shown them her trimmed-up little love nest and griped some because all Jake had done was groom it.
Jake breezed through his day. Erika had a doctor's appointment and left with Helga right after chemistry. Helga gave him a kiss when Jake walked them to their car; she also made sure her ample bosom rubbed against his arm. Erika rolled her eyes and gave Jake a tongue swab. Jake sat with Beth again at study hall.
"Your girlfriend acted mad Friday," she said.
"I'm sorry about that, I told her we were friends and not to pull that again. We're dating, not married, or even going steady."
Beth looked especially nice today; she even took off her glasses when they were talking. He told her how pretty her eyes were and how nice her hair smelled. She blushed and thanked him. Jake asked her where the Welch brothers and their crowd hung out. She told him they hung around the Dairy Queen in Oak Ridge. They showed off their cars and did a little racing down state road 45. That road had a wide straight section four miles long; Jake would love to get Melissa's Corvette on it one night. Jake asked a few more questions about the habits of the Oak Ridge bad asses. Beth said they were pussy hounds and thought they were big time Romeos. She said they often ended up dating younger girls because the older ones knew what rotten assholes they were.
"Beth, will you go out with me to the Steak and Shake?" he asked.
"You don't have to do that Jake, I'll still help you. If you are asking me so you can get an easy piece of ass, you can just forget it."
"We'll be going with Erik Johansson and my sister," he said, "So I'm not going to try to get in your little hippie jeans. I just want to take you out. My sister will be along to keep you from taking advantage of me."
"Ok, okay", she laughed, "But if you're going to play hard to get it's a one-time deal."
He spent a few minutes talking to Rebecca. She was still floating from Saturday night. She asked if he would come over one evening that week for supper and he agreed. He said he would have to check on which night he could get out.
Football practice was torture. Coach Nelson put them through the wringer. They were playing Lake Wales, the defending state champion. Although Lake Wales was a division IIIA team, the same as Kennedy, they were not in the same conference. Nelson and the Lake Wales coach were teammates at Florida State and still good friends. They had set up games between their schools as a friendly rivalry. Last year Kennedy lost 44 to 14. Coach Nelson was determined not to let that happen again. Jake's thigh was mostly healed, but his arm twinged when he drove his shoulder into a tackle. Coach kept him out of contact drills and had him work on conditioning instead.
Erika was waiting for him after practice, sitting on the hood of Helga's Nova. She had a miniskirt on for the first time since he met her. Conspicuously absent was her industrial strength bra; her large breasts rose majestically in a tight baby blue sweater. Jake did not know who was more surprised, him, or Erik. When she saw Jake, she gracefully slid off the hood and met him half way across the parking lot. She did a pirouette in front of him.
"You like?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," he replied.
Jake worked the phones that afternoon. He called Cindy and asked if she and Laurie could come over after supper for a few minutes. Erika had agreed to come over and bring Erik. Scott Hughes and Ray Robinson would be there also. Jake called Gail Martin and chatted with her a few minutes then asked to speak with her dad. Jake asked to come over Tuesday evening to see Gail and talk to him privately. He told Jake to hold on and, after a minute of muffled conversation that included a loud --YES! -- from Gail, told him ok.
Jake, his sister and friends sat around the pool and Jake filled
them in on his plan. Everyone agreed to his or her part without
reservation. Having such good people in his life humbled Jake. The
planning session broke up at eight-thirty and everyone trudged out.
They would have a dress rehearsal Wednesday and do it Thursday. For
tomorrow, everyone had a shopping list and a wad of Jake's money.