Chapter 21
Friday, Jake breezed through the school day smiling from ear to ear. He was elated that the confrontation with the Welches went so well. He told Vicki Greer how beautiful she looked at homeroom and she smiled her thanks. He put his hand on Beth's arm after geometry and kept it there as they walked to their lockers. He also told her how pretty she was. She was still dressing in hip hugger jeans and loose tops but she was definitely putting some effort into her grooming. Beth and Erika exchanged polite greeting when Erika walked up. Erika leaned against him as always as he exchanged books in his locker. He took her hand and they strolled to chemistry.
Mr. McClelland was in a jovial mood also; Jake went up and asked him why he was so happy.
"Jacob my lad, I've met the most extraordinary woman. She has evoked feelings in me that are not within the normal distribution of my emotions. I am smitten."
"Who is she?" Jake asked.
"Who is she indeed, is she a fallen angel sent here to torment my soul or..."
"I mean what is her name." Jake cut him off in mid-ramble.
"Her name is Denise Smith. Ah, Denise, is there another name that could so evoke..."
Jake cut him off again, "Er, Mr. McClelland where did you meet her?"
"She just transferred to our faculty from the University of Heaven, she is an angel teaching art. Art, how apropos because she is a work of..."
"Well, good luck," Jake said quickly.
As he walked away, Carl McClelland was still waxing poetic about Miss Smith.
Later at lunch, Jake was watching the teacher's tables to see if he could spot Miss Denise Smith. Mr. McClelland made it easy for him. Rebecca Doane walked up alongside a little pixy with red hair and Mr. McClelland jumped up so fast his chair tumbled over backwards. He was blushing and tongue-tied as the two women sat down. It was Gidget meets the Nutty Professor. But it was going to take a lot of elixir to change Mr. McClelland into Buddy Love. Then, of course, he got an idea. He would need serious help with Mr. McClelland; who better than the sisters Doane? He would ask Rebecca to also invite McClelland to dinner Sunday, maybe Katherine could do a kind of academic Mary Poppins thing with him.
Tonight's football game was at Lake Wales, a two-hour buss ride across state. So they could get back home before too late, kick off was at six. The team and cheerleaders piled onto three busses at 2:30 and away they went. Jake had managed to snag a primo seat on the second bus. A few football players, the cheerleaders, and some teachers were sharing it with him. He was happy that one of the teachers was Rebecca. Jake was sitting with Melissa and Rebecca was sitting next to Debbie. Debbie gave Jake her devilish grin and he noticed that Debbie had her thigh pressed firmly against Rebecca's. The three women yakked about school and cheer-leading as Jake tried to focus on the upcoming game. Jake was surprised that Rebecca helped teach the cheerleaders dance routines. By the time they reached Lake Wales Debbie had managed to touch every part of Rebecca, inadvertently of course. As they exited the bus Jake pulled Debbie aside and warned her off Rebecca. Debbie laughed and said he should not worry; she was really just trying to get his goat.
The football game that night was an epic struggle between two evenly-matched teams. Down by a touchdown, Kennedy scored with less than three minutes to play making the score 27 to 28. Down by just one point, Coach Nelson called time-out and gathered his team on the sidelines.
"Gentlemen, we can play for a tie and go home knowing we were the equal of the defending state champion or we can go for the win. I say we go for it; if we lose, we lose trying to win. And why play if we aren't trying to win? What do you say?"
Jake looked around quickly, then summed it up for his teammates, "Go for it Coach; no guts-no glory."
For the point try, Jake was lined up at tight end on the side away from where the ball was going. His responsibility was to stop backside pursuers from chasing down the play. The play was an off-tackle slant that had worked for three or four yards all night. Brad Simmons took the snap under center and spun to his right, Ray Robinson took a perfect handoff and looked for the hole Erik had been opening. It was not there; the Lake Wale's coach had anticipated the play and had his down linemen submarine their counterparts. With the big guys on the ground three defensive backs dove over the pile, one met Ray head on. Ray spun out of the would-be tackler's grasp, but his momentum was slowed; he only made it to within a half yard of the end zone before being buried by Lake Wales bodies.
Lake Wales held onto the ball and ran out the clock. Kennedy suffered their first loss. Even though they had scored more touchdowns than all of Lake Wales' other opponents combined, it was still a bitter pill. Coach quickly got them out of their funk when he told his players the Lake Wales coach told him that he'd see them when they played each other for the State Championship. Grief turned into focus as every player committed himself to winning their way to a rematch.
Melissa held his hand and leaned against him during the bus ride back to Kennedy. She thought he needed consoling because of the loss. Jake wasn't dwelling on the losing aspect of the game; however, he was planning on how he could play better the next time they met. Jake and Melissa rode home with Debbie; Angie had driven Mel's Vette home from school. They arrived home shortly before eleven and Jake filled his folks in on the game. When he got upstairs Melissa was already in bed; he slipped in behind her and discovered she was completely naked. He whispered to her how naughty she was as he wrapped his arm over her and pushed up against her back.
"I know," she said with a throaty laugh, "doncha you just love me?"
He buried his face in her neck and the spooners drifted into dreamland.
Jake woke up at 6:30 Saturday morning. He was on his back and Melissa was almost completely on top of him. Her long dark wavy hair was hiding her face as her head lay on his shoulder. Her naked breasts were flattened against his chest and her left leg was across both of his. She might be only eighteen but she sure knew how to sleep with a man. Jake was not immune to her charms. He had lusted after her body from the first time she picked him up after practice. But the time had never been right for him to take her and that went double for now. Still, he couldn't help caressing her generous ass as she lay on him. He knew she really struggled to keep her butt from getting bigger. She called it her Italian curse. It would spread out a little in her later years, but on October 19, 1971, he thought it was J-Lo booty-licious.
Melissa awoke with Jake touching her ass; she yawned, stretched, and ground her pussy into his thigh. He swatted her on her ass and she cut him a look. Eyes smoldering, she pushed her ass up higher.
"I'll give you all day to cut that out," she said.
Jake laughed and caressed her shapely ass some more.
"Seriously, Jake, when are you going to do something to me besides tease?"
"Never," he said. She looked at him crestfallen. "I'm never going to do things to you, but I will do things for you and with you."
She smiled at him again, "What is the difference"?
Jake rolled her onto her back.
"I'll show you, put your arms by your side and hold still."
She complied and Jake went to work. He loved the contrast between her sun-bronzed body and the paler color of the skin hidden by her bathing suit. Her areolas were large, burgundy-colored, and capped with pencil eraser sized, slightly darker nipples. Jake loved playing with her breasts because she enjoyed it so much. He kissed and licked his way south and she spread her legs to accommodate his travels. He used his tongue to make broad swipes from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Her inner nether lips were dark pink and full, like Erika's. Her pussy was one of those delightfully fat and fleshy types Jake loved. He was going to enjoy having his cock totally buried in it one day soon. He wormed his tongue into her opening and was rewarded with a good taste of her nectar. Her taste was sweet and her juices thick like honey. As Jake feasted on her pussy, she was telling him how much she liked what he was doing. She was a talker and a sexy talker at that. Her voice was a melodious contralto, throaty and breathless.
"Oh Jake, oh Sweetie, that feels good. I like it when you push your tongue in my pussy," she said.
Jake redoubled his efforts and pushed a finger into her steaming slit; Melissa's hips rocked upward to get more finger and tongue.
"Yes, Jake, just like that, just like that, just like that," she chanted.
Jake pulled his finger from her slit and reached under her taking a butt cheek in each hand. He dragged his tongue up through her glistening lips and fastened them on her clit. Using the tip of his tongue, he lightly teased it from its protective hood. Her ass cheeks clinched in his hands as she pushed her pussy up against his mouth.
"Jake, ummm Jake, don't stop, please don't stop, please, please, I'm getting close," she said.
Jake flicked his tongue faster, and started pressing more firmly against her nubbin. Melissa started moving her ass up and down, hunching against his mouth. Every thrust of her hips mashed the top of her clit against his upper lip.
"Jake, I'm going to scream!" she said.
She grabbed a pillow and put it over her face. It muffled her cries some but she was still loud as she climaxed. He put more pressure on her clit and her scream went up an octave. When Melissa came you knew it, her orgasm lasted almost a full minute. She shook and trembled as she ran out of breath and her scream died down to a low moan. This was a woman who got her moneys worth when she came.
Jake moved up beside her and pulled the pillow off her face. She rolled over on her side facing him, smiling contentedly.
"Let me rest a minute, then you can fuck me," she said.
"Not today", Jake said. "Today I was showing you what I meant when I said doing something for you. Besides I'm not going to just fuck you, we are going to make love. To do that we need plenty of time, time we don't have right now. So get that beautiful ass out of bed and let's take a shower. I want to shampoo that long sexy hair."
"Jesus, no wonder every woman you know is in love with you," she said.
They splashed and played in the shower; she tried to give him a pay-back blow job, but he stopped her. She pouted but she was secretly thrilled that he cared so much for her. She knew that he was correct in wanting to wait. It would be so much better after she recovered more fully from her father's death.
Jake and Melissa were the first downstairs. Melissa started a pot of coffee. Jake was impressed that this little rich girl knew her way around a kitchen and he told her so. She let Jake know that her mother had done all the cooking until she died and that she and Chip were expected to help. They only had a part time housekeeper so she and Chip had chores like any other kids. After her mother had died, Vivian, the conniving bitch, had insisted on a full time maid and cook. Now that Daddy was gone, she would probably get a chauffeur and butler too, she sniffed.
Helen and Charles came down stairs and Mel got them coffee. She gave Charles a cup and kissed his cheek. He put down the cup and hugged her. Helen got the same treatment. Melissa was firmly a member of the Turner family. Charles had a golf game set up with Randall so he gulped his coffee, kissed his wife and new daughter, and left. Debbie and Angie came down dressed and ready to go shopping. They grabbed Melissa and, after kisses all around, blasted off, bound for the new mall in Daytona.
"Do you have any plans this morning Jacob?" Helen asked.
"No immediate ones, I'll probably see Erika later though," he replied.
"Good, you can help me move some things in the attic."
Attic? Jake didn't know anything about an attic. The house did have dormer windows front and back but Jake thought they were merely decorative. There was no attic access to his knowledge.
Helen led the way up the stairs; Jake admired the way her ass swished side to side within her semi-tight khaki shorts. She had on a loose fitting mans shirt and her hair was in a long pony tail held with a bow. She looked young and she looked good. Jake's dick snapped to attention like a drill team on parade. Helen knew he was looking and flexed her exercise tightened butt especially for him. She led him into the master suite, uncharted territory for Jake. The master suite was airy and spacious. The bedroom faced the front of the house, Jake noted. Helen led him to a hall way flanked by doors. She opened the door on the right and walked in, Jake followed her and discovered it was a large closet; at the back of it, a small stair case led up to the attic.
"When we were married your father turned this end of the house into a master suite; before, it was a master bedroom and an upstairs sitting room. The architect hid the attic stairs in your dad's closet."
Helen flipped a light switch at the bottom of the stairs and started up with Jake in tow. The stairs opened onto a large open space with a pine plank floor. Large gable end vents let in cooler air and attic vents let out the hot stale air. Jake was glad it was early on an October day; he bet this place was an oven on a summer afternoon.
As if she were reading his mind, Helen said, "We need to be quick, it gets hot up here in a hurry."
She led him to an area by one of the dormers and opened a trunk. She reached into the trunk and pulled out a large photo album that she clearly loved opening. She flipped a few pages and, finding what she wanted, handed it to Jake.
Jake looked at the photo incredulously; it was like looking in a mirror with his reflection in black and white. Helen did not miss his surprised look.
"That's your grandfather, Elliot Buckley. When you got your haircut, you looked just like a younger version of him. When you woke up from your coma your voice was different; you started to sound like him also. Furthermore, you act more like him every day." Her voice took on a yearning note as she continued, "I was in love with my father from about the age of twelve. I guess it was a normal infatuation that many girls go through, at first. But as I reached puberty, I started seeing him as my man, not my father. Father never remarried after my mother died. He always had beautiful women buzzing around him though, and I decided that I was going to replace them. I developed early; by fifteen, I pretty much looked like I do now. I convinced him to start taking me to functions as his escort. I started calling him Elliot and never mentioned I was his daughter. Soon he stopped mentioning it also."
"I seduced him when I was sixteen; he resisted at first, but I was persistent. We moved from Boston to New York and lived as man and wife. When he was called up to active duty in Korea, I came down here to stay with my aunt and uncle until he returned. You know the rest of the story. Now all of the sudden it's as if he is back; you look like him, sound like him, and with every passing day, you act more like him. I am falling in love with you, just the way I fell in love with him. Jake, I hunger for you and my ability to resist you gets weaker the more like him you become."
Jake looked at her and his mind raced; how could he be acting more like Elliot? Was whatever caused him to know his grandfather's name some part of Elliot Buckley's mind that came to roost in Jake's dead brain? Or did the occupation of Jake by Jay's mind wrinkle the fabric of time just long enough for some cosmic tendril of Elliot's existence to slip in with him?
Jake stood up and reached down his hand to her. She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. She came in to his arms willingly and laid her head on his chest. He held her and stroked her hair.
"I'll stop pushing you, Mom; I don't want you hurting like this."
"Don't you dare stop, Jacob Turner. Deborah has her sights set on your dad just like I had on mine and Angela is starting to catch the bug also. Our family keeps getting closer and stronger so this can't all be wrong. I'm going to be harder to seduce than your other women; but it will be worth the effort, I promise you."
She stood on her tiptoes, kissed him on the nose, then slipped out of his arms and went down stairs. Jake stood there for a few seconds, thought about how often she spontaneously claimed it was going to be hard for him to seduce her, shrugged, and started going through the footlocker. He was not surprised that each item he touched somehow felt familiar. Jake spent half an hour looking at Elliot's memorabilia, and then went downstairs to wait for Erika. He was heading for the family room when Helen came walking down the stairs. She was wearing a long sleeved blue blouse tucked into the denim miniskirt she bought when they were school shopping. Her shapely tanned legs were bare. Her hair was teased slightly and floated around her head as she moved. She looked good enough to eat.
"Maria is coming over and we're going to meet the girls at the mall for lunch," Helen said.
She was now standing two steps above where he waited. "I didn't put on my lipstick yet in case you wanted to kiss me. Do you?"
"Helen, of course I want to kiss you, my darling," Jake said.
Helen gave a startled gasp and tottered forward, Jake caught her before he fell. What the hell? What had come out of his lips was something he would never say.
Helen shakily regained her footing and looked at him in shocked disbelief,.
"That is the exact same thing my father said to me when I asked him that question twenty-two years ago."
Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him the hottest kiss she ever dispensed to him.
They disentangled themselves when the doorbell rang. Helen went to answer it and let Maria in. They must have coordinated their outfits, Jake thought, except Maria's mini was shorter. She had two buttons of her blouse undone and the rounded tops of her breasts flashed in and out of view. Jake was walking the two women to Maria's rental car when Erika pulled up. Erika stepped out of Erik's pickup and Maria let out an audible gasp. Erika was wearing a mini of her own, shorter even than Maria's. She had on her signature man's shirt but this time she wore it with the tails tied together under her large braless breasts. Her flat stomach was exposed, as were much of her breasts. She looked at Jake and the two women, then pulled back her shoulders and strutted towards them like a runway model. She casually kissed Jake and said hello to Helen. Helen introduced Erika to Maria, who had regained her composure.
Erika took Jake's hand; they said their goodbyes and walked to the truck. When the truck pulled out, Maria turned to Helen.
"Is that his girlfriend?" Maria asked in awe.
"That is one of them," Helen replied.
Erika sped to their little love nest, almost running to the house. When Jake let them in the front door, she started tearing off her clothes.
"Slow down, Erika, this isn't a race."
"No, you hurry up," she ordered.
That did it. "Stop now," Jake said forcefully.
Erika quit fumbling with the buttons on her blouse and looked at him curiously. His voice sounded different. His eyes had a steely glint -- uh-oh, she might have pushed him a little too far.
Jake pulled out a kitchen chair and spun it around, "Come here and hold on to the back of this chair".
She walked over and grabbed the top of the chair back. Jake moved behind her; she looked nervously over her shoulder at him.
"Look straight ahead and move your feet back until you are leaning over," he said firmly.
She complied immediately; his tone made it apparent that he was not to be trifled with.
Jake opened a couple of kitchen drawers until he found a large wooden spoon. He moved back behind Erika and flipped up the back of her short shirt. Red silky panties were stretched taut across her succulent ass. Jake let the spoon rest gently on her left butt cheek. She flinched when the spoon touched her.
"I think we need to get some things straightened out, my beautiful Viking. Things like how you talk to me and your attitude in general."
He raised the spoon and gave her a little initial smack. She gasped and trembled.
"You must not have believed me when I said I would spank you," he said, as he gave her another swat, stronger this time, with the back of the rounded spoon.
No one had ever done to her what Jake was doing now. She shifted her weight from foot to foot wondering when the next blow would fall. Her question was answered quickly as two swift stinging whacks rained down, one on each cheek. She knew she had this spanking coming; maybe subconsciously, she wanted it. She did not protest as he gave her a few more slaps with the spoon, they stung but weren't deeply painful. In fact, being disciplined by her man was arousing her, strumming some basic chord in her being. Being in love was new to her; having a man in her life that did not fall down at her feet, stunned by her statuesque beauty, was completely alien.
Jake set the spoon on the swell of her ass and reached around her. He tore her shirt open; Erika gasped as her large pendulant breasts tumbled out. Jake grabbed her rock-hard nipples and squeezed them smartly. He picked up the spoon and administered another half dozen swats to her ass, harder this time. Erika couldn't stifle her moan; not that it mattered, her traitorous vagina had already announced her arousal. Her scent hung heavy in the air and her panties were soaking wet. Jake pulled the crotch of her panties aside and set his dick at her opening.
"I should just knock you up. You might be easier to get along with if you were barefoot and pregnant," he said.
Erika blanched in fear yet her hips pushed back trying to suck his dick into her depths. Relief and disappointment washed through her as he pulled his dick away. She heard him rummaging in her purse, then tearing open a Trojan's foil wrapper. She didn't breathe or move a muscle while he prepared his dick for her. A long half minute passed, then he was back at the entrance to her supercharged pussy. With one long measured glide, he pushed into her. When his rod was fully seated, his wiry pubic hair tickling her ass, his manhood lifted some of Erika's weight off her feet. Jake stopped moving and started talking.
"For us to stay together some things have to change. When we are together, I expect some respect. I expect you to give the same respect to my family and friends. Stop trying to intimidate other women I know with your looks. You didn't wear this outfit for me; you wore it to as a weapon. That will stop. I want you to look sexy and demure; have your mom take you shopping; she knows exactly what I like. Most importantly, you will stop being so possessive; we are too young to try to tie each other down. Got it?"
She nodded vigorously and bobbed a bit on his hardness. "Yes, Jacob," she said adoringly.
Jake pulled rock-hard dick out of her steaming cunt and took her hand. She meekly followed him into the bedroom. Jake sat on the bed and stood her in front of him. He unfastened her mini and let it drop. Then he slowly slid her panties to her ankles. She stepped out of the ring of clothes around her feet and removed her sandals. Jake had her switch places with him and she undressed him. He positioned her on the bed and began to make love to her body. Her need had controlled their first encounter; Jake's skill controlled this one. By four o'clock, she was so completely sated and relaxed her bones seemed to be made of Jell-O.
Jake had made his point. As she lay there idly cleaning the cum off his dick with her tongue, she wondered how he would like her cousin Heidi, who was only fourteen but already fully-developed. And it was a shame that Jake didn't pay her mom more attention. Maybe Mom and her could both get outfits Jake liked. Erika's attitude adjustment was complete.
Jake and Melissa were supposed to be keeping Marisa Thornton company that Saturday night. His folks were out with the Thorntons again and Angie was at the movies with Erik. Debbie had spirited Marisa off to a dance at the Dayton Beach pier. Jake was sitting by the pool in the cool autumn air thinking about Elliot Buckley when the Melissa came out and dragged him back into the house. She wanted to ride down to the beach and Jake agreed -- as long as he could drive her Corvette. She dangled the keys in front of him and asked what he had to trade. He stuck out his tongue and waggled it around. She tossed him the keys and told him that was a real deal. Jake was in the process of kissing her to make it official when the doorbell rang.
Jake bounced to the door and pulled it open. His jaw dropped in surprise when he saw Chip Thornton standing on the porch looking for all the world like a whipped puppy dog.
Chip looked at Jake and Melissa sadly and, in a choked-up voice
said, "Can I come in and talk to you? Melissa and I are in really big
trouble."