Chapter 30
Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, Jake slept in. Melissa woke him up before she left for a visit to Orlando with her staff. One of the locations her team was showing her was the new Turner Furniture site. She did not know when she would be home but it would probably be late. She gave him a smoldering good-bye kiss and told him to be good and stay out of trouble until she got home. Awake and perky now, Jake did his morning routine before heading to the kitchen. He was the last one up; the rest of his family were already chowing down in the nook. He gave Helen a little kiss as she flipped French toast at the stove, grabbed a cup of coffee, and sat down. Everyone seemed to have plans today but him. He was even about to ask his sisters if they minded him tagging along with them when Erik Johansson unexpectedly called. Erik said everyone missed him and asked if he would like to come over to their house and hang out for a while. It sounded like a good idea to Jake, who had indeed been missing the Johanssons, so he agreed. Erik told Jake he would pick him up around ten-thirty.
Debbie and Angie split right after Charles left for work. Jake had asked Charles to try having a big after-Thanksgiving sale and a dubious but venturesome Charles had finally signed on to the idea. Maria showed up to collect Helen and check out a new mall in Orlando; the mall had some clothing stores that were supposed to be as trendy as New York. Maria was early so Jake kept her amused until Helen was ready. When Helen walked down the stairs, Jake and Maria were on the couch making out; Helen cleared her throat to get their attention. Maria blushed hotly as Helen laughed at her predicament. Maria's clothes were in disarray so she went to the powder room to make herself presentable. Helen gave Jake a smoldering kiss and told him to be good and stay out of trouble, deja vu. The two women were on the road five minutes later.
Erik showed up right on time; after Jake hopped up into the cab, Erik took off. They had not gone a quarter mile when Erik started unloading on Jake.
"Jake, you are hurting my sister and it pisses me off," Erik said.
"What are you talking about; she broke up with me," Jake replied.
"I know all about that; she made a mistake and she admits it. She said she tried to tell you on the phone Tuesday but you just ignored her. I thought you were our friend, man, and not some asshole. We are going to my house and you are going to take care of this the right way, understand?"
Jake nodded glumly; he was not thrilled with this turn of events. Was he missing something? Erika was the one who broke it off with him to be with Erik; now Erik was bitching him out for not being with Erika. Before he could sort out the faulty logic of the situation, Erik started talking again.
"Listen, Jake, I am going to be fine. I'm happier with myself than I've been in a while. My family was there for me, man, and so were you. I just can't figure out why you blew us off like that. One day you were part of the family and it looked like you and Erika were going strong; the next you are with Melissa acting all in love. What gives?"
"Have you talked to Erika about all this?" Jake asked cautiously.
"Yeah, she was way off base. Maybe she should have talked to me first. I don't know how she expected anything past a little all-in-the-family fun, for crying out loud. She's my sister. She had this noble idea that she would sacrifice herself for my sake. I showed her I like girls, too; but I still had other preferences."
Jake was staring at Erik slack-jawed. Jesus, they must think I really am part of their family if Eric is sharing that he is bi, Jake thought. When and how did he get so comfortable with all that?
"Close your mouth, Turner, before a bug flies in it," Erik laughed, "Chris Douglas and I have had a couple of long talks; he made me realize that I may be different, but I'm not a freak. He introduced me to some people in Orlando that were as normal as anyone I've ever met that feel the same way as I do. Now, back to Erika, what are you going to do?"
"I don't have the foggiest idea."
"Well you better think of something, brother, because she has been a big mean miserable bitch for the last few days and, unless you fix it, I'm moving in with you."
Erik pulled in to the driveway but did not shut off his truck. Jake had his hand on the door handle and gave Erik a questioning look. Erik told him he was on his own and, as soon as Jake closed the door behind himself, Erik jammed the truck in reverse and split.
Jake sucked it up and rang the doorbell. Erika opened the door, saw who it was, and nearly dislocated his arm pulling him inside. It was not the reception he expected; Erik had him prepared for something he would need a whip and chair to handle. Instead, Erika was kissing his face as if it were covered in chocolate. She dragged him into the kitchen where he received a warm reception from Helga as well. They sat and chatted about nothing for a few minutes until Erika took his hand again. She pulled him to his feet, telling Helga she was going to show Jake her room. Erika's bedroom was definitely a girl's lair, stuffed animals were everywhere; the furniture was white and the furnishings were pink. All that was missing was a Barbie collection. Erika told him to sit on the bed while she turned on some music. She cranked up the FM and Elton John was singing 'Your Song' when she sat next to him on the bed.
"Jake, I made a big mistake," she said, "I made all these plans to help Erik and it turns out that he didn't need any help. Now I don't need to help him, I've lost you, and it hurts."
Erika was crying, a sight that was heart-wrenching to Jake. He took her hand, "You haven't lost me; but our relationship has changed. I didn't plan to drop you for Melissa, but when you broke up with me, she was there for me. She's a great person and we have developed something very special. You and I can have something special too; I just don't know if things can be exactly the same as before or if our new relationship is going to be enough to satisfy you."
"I'll take my chances, Jacob; as long as you have a small place for me in your life, who knows what could happen."
"Who indeed?" Jake thought.
Aloud he said, "In that case, why don't you get rid of those clothes and let me look at that gorgeous body I haven't seen for a month."
"Oh yes, Jacob," she said with a huge smile.
Erika unpretentiously started shedding her shorts and shirt. Her distinct aroma was starting to permeate the room as she slid her panties down those impossibly long legs. Jake noted that she had lost a few pounds since they parted; her waist and hip were narrower. He commented on it as she reached back to unhook her industrial strength brassiere. She told him that she and Helga were on this new diet they read about in 'Cosmo' and they were also speed-walking every evening. She preened when he told her she looked great. Jake's breath caught when she pulled the bra cups off her magnificent melons. Jake stood up, stripped, took her hand, and laid her on the bed. He kissed her and reached for her breast.
"Welcome home, Honey," she said as he slid into her drenched pussy.
They spent an hour in her room getting reconnected and reacquainted. Jake had the idea that Erika could be the first woman he and Melissa shared. He remembered how Erika had responded to Debbie so he did not think she would be repulsed if Melissa hit on her. He tabled the unvoiced idea until he talked to Melissa. Erika told Jake that Helga would be in heaven now that he was back in the family fold. Helga wanted him again in the worst way but had restrained herself so as not to hurt Erika further. It was most excellent back being bare-back in Erika. Her slick, tight passage was marvelous; you just had to love her enthusiasm as she bucked and wailed through her climaxes. Relationship repaired, Jake showered and was talking to Helga in the kitchen when Sven came home. Erika was drying her hair in her room while she aired it out. Sven greeted Jake like the prodigal son. He spent a pleasant rest of the morning and then lunch with the Johannsons. Erika drove him home at one; she dropped him off ten minutes before Helen and Maria arrived.
At Jake urging, they modeled the new things they bought. Jake especially enjoyed Maria's new underwear. When Helen left the room, Maria told him she and Helen had bought identical sets and were wearing them tonight. She said she was not yet showing him the special set she bought just for him. He told her to wear it tomorrow if she could get away to meet him at Coach's little apartment. She eagerly agreed and gave him a quick kiss before she ran upstairs.
After Maria left, Jake and Helen sat in the living room chatting. He had his arm companionably around her as they sat on the couch. She was excited about the upcoming night. She and Charles were taking Maria out on the town. The two temptresses planned to waylay Charles tonight. The phone interrupted their talk; it was Melissa saying that the group was staying in Orlando overnight then visiting a couple of additional sites in Kissimmee and Disney tomorrow. She told him she loved him and would miss him next to her that night. As soon as the phone was back on the cradle, Rebecca called with an invitation to dinner. Jake had a better idea and told her he would call her back. Helen did not balk at his suggestion he stay with friends tonight to give the adults some privacy. Debbie and Angie were having a sleepover with Marisa at the Thornton place so the grown ups could have the Turner house to themselves. Jake called Rebecca back and asked if he could stay the night in addition to dinner. She was thrilled with the idea and quickly said yes.
As Jake pedaled his ten-speed towards Rebecca's, he could not help thinking about the Mustang sitting idly in the Thorntons' drive way. It was cold comfort that in about two months he would have his regular license and could drive by himself. He carried the bicycle up onto the Doanes' porch and rang the bell. Rebecca let him in smiling brightly. He rolled the bike into the hall before sweeping her up in his arms. She was such a contrast to hold after Erika, Jake was afraid he would crush her. Rebecca was barely five feet and might weigh a hundred-five if she had a pocket full of rocks. She laughed like a little girl as he swirled her around. The laughing ceased as he found her lips.
That evening he sat between Rebecca and Katie, listening to classical music and talking. The sisters were beside themselves with excitement about the baby they were all making (actually had already made). Jake sat there and let their conversation roll over him, content with all the loving attention he was getting. At nine, they went upstairs; Jake took a shower while the women changed. The gentle loving mood carried over to the bedroom as they made love. He fell asleep sandwiched between them; a tiny little Doane snuggled up on each side, curled around him like satisfied apostrophes. So much for a day without any plan.
The next morning Jake happily pedaled home on his bike. What a night, what a morning! He just finished a hearty breakfast served to him by his little sweethearts wearing little nighties. Before that he had breakfast in bed, box lunch at the 'Y' times two. They sent him on his way with a reciprocal two-way blow job, passing his rod back and forth like a well coordinated relay team exchanging a baton. He was seriously going to think about moving to Utah, he decided. Jake arrived home at nine-thirty. He let himself into an eerily quiet house, walked up to his room, and found a note on his bed from Maria. She was canceling their date for today; she said she needed sleep. She wrote that she would make it up to him and would call later. Sleep sounded like a good idea, so he sacked out himself for a rare morning nap.
Jake woke up at noon, alone in his bed for the first time in a while. He brushed his teeth, splashed cold water on his face, and marched downstairs to rejoin the living. Charles was sitting in the nook reading the paper so Jake grabbed a mug of coffee and joined him. Dear old dad looked slightly enervated, somewhat the worse for wear but happy as a clam. Jake knew that look, he was wearing it himself. The old -- I got seriously laid last night but ain't saying' nothin'-- look.
Jake sat down and they talked business for a while. Charles said that the Orlando store site had received a clearing permit and the lot would be cleared next week. The engineer from Thornton Development was having the slab poured three feet above the crown of Colonial Drive so they were bringing in at least three thousand yards of fill dirt. Site prep should take about ten days. They hoped to have the building permit by then. If all went even close to their schedule, they should be pouring concrete for the 40,000 square foot building before the end of the year. They should be open for business by the first of July. Tuesday, Charles was going to Tampa with the Thornton acquisition team to scout out a location for the third store.
Charles was exhilarated by the pace of expansion and envisioned four new stores opening in 1972. Their conversation was cut short when Helen waltzed in. She looked fresh and rested adding an exclamatition counter point to Charles' slightly haggard appearance. Jake was dying to get the low-down on the evening but figured Maria would be his best source of information. When Helen joined them at the table, Jake told them of his plans for accelerated education. Helen was full of questions; Jake got the distinct feeling that she was not totally thrilled about him leaving high school for college at sixteen. She eased up some when he told her that he planned to live at home while attending Stetson. Charles said it was an ambitious plan and to be ready for it to not all fall in place for him. At four his sisters arrived; they had been with Maria dropping Tyler off at the airport. Angie was glum because Tyler would not be back until Christmas break.
Melissa came home at six; she excitedly told them about her trip. She gave Charles some Polaroids of the TFA Superstore site. Charles was thrilled with the progress they were making; he said he was going to visit the site when they started forming the slab. He wanted a photo opportunity for a ceremonial groundbreaking.
After a nice family dinner, Jake and Melissa excused themselves; Melissa practically dragged Jake upstairs. He had barely shut the door when she was all over him like a cheap suit. She told him how much she had missed him; she had a hard time going to sleep alone last night. It had been three days without sex for her, so she was hot and horny, ready to rock. Jake took care of her itch in spectacular fashion. Thirty minutes and a bunch of orgasms later she was laying on his chest when she asked about his weekend. He told her about Erik and Erika then slipped in his idea about Erika possibly being their first shared lover.
Melissa was intrigued; Erika was certainly attractive enough in a big-blonde sexy way. She told Jake that, if the situation were right, she could go for the idea; but she wanted it to be spontaneous, nothing set up or contrived. Jake said he would figure out a way for them to be together and see what happened. Jake went on to tell her about staying with the Doanes and why. Then we described what he knew of the Charles and Helen and Maria activities. The idea of her aunt and his parents re-aroused her. She got him hard and sat on his dick while they speculated together about what went on. The speculation ended when Melissa shifted into full cowgirl bull riding mode, yeehaw.
Monday morning, school started off normally enough. Mrs. Greer was dressed in one of Jake's favorite outfits. She knew she was eye candy as she casually flaunted her charms. Her breasts were definitely getting bigger, the only outward sigh of her pregnancy. Jake was reminiscing about the finer qualities of Vickie's ass when a student office worker came for him. He wondered what was up this time as he trudged towards Skinner's office. He was surprised to see that Melissa was there also. She did not have a clue as to what was going on. They had been cooling their heels for about five minutes when Diane Philips arrived with a sheaf of papers and flashed them a smile. Maybe it was not something bad after all. She motioned them to follow her, knocked on Skinner's door, and walked in with Jake and Melissa in tow. Skinner frowned when he saw the Turner boy standing in front of him.
A beaming Ms. Phillips said, "The SAT results are in. Jacob and Melissa are our high scorers; I think these scores will impress you".
Skinner frowned as he studied the scores. He cut his narrowed eyes toward Diane, "Ms. Phillips, have these scores been posted?"
"No sir, you are the second person to see them."
Skinner nodded and continued, "These scores are too high and too close together. I suspect they are the result of some sort of cheating; a 1590 and a 1580 -- that's too much of a coincidence for my liking. Hold their results until I notify Educational Test Services about my suspicions, Ms. Phillips."
He turned to face a stunned Jake and Melissa, "As for you two, I expect that you are in serious trouble when I confirm you cheated. Why don't you make it easy for all of us and tell me how you did it?"
Before either of the teens could say anything, Diane Phillips jumped in. In an icy voice she said, "I do not believe I would go any further with any accusations, Mr. Skinner. If you want them retested, I will make the arrangements. Every academic indicator we have shows them to be fully capable of achieving those scores."
"You do that, Ms. Phillips; I am as equally certain that they cheated. From what I know of Mr. Turner, cheating would not be out of character. As for Miss Thornton, she is obviously his dupe and co-conspirator. You may all leave now; I have a call to make to ETS."
Jake was pissed; he jumped up to say something, but Melissa put a restraining hand on his arm. "Mr. Skinner, we will be back when the results are verified; we will be expecting an apology, a public apology if you push your idiotic theory beyond this room. In the meantime, I'm sure that our parents will be visiting you to find out what all is involved in the retesting," Melissa said haughtily.
Diane and Melissa had to literally drag Jake from Skinner's office. He had calmed down by the time they reached the counseling office. Diane explained how ETS retesting was an available option in cases where any suspicions arose and told them not to worry; she knew their scores were legitimate. She could not believe Mr. Skinner's reaction; it was most irrational. In addition, ETS had several methods - including the examination of the pattern of wrong answers - which usually would quickly exonerate unfairly accused students.
Skinner, on the other hand, was full of glee; he had that little commie rat bastard Turner by the balls now. When he could prove Turner cheated, he would expel him so fast his head would spin. Catching little miss rich bitch was an added bonus. God, how he hated all these over-privileged little shitheads; it was going to make his day to bring two of them down. You would never hear of Leonard Skinner molly-coddling brats like these, he thought as his pride in himself warmed his heart.
So much for a normal day, Jake thought as he dialed the phone. He and Melissa agreed that they needed to quickly make Helen aware of what was going on before Skinner called her. To say Helen was mad was a mammoth understatement. When she broke the connection with Jake, she called Charles, and then she called Maria. Maria called Bill Greer. Bill Greer called Skinner. Within thirty minutes of dismissing the suspected malfeasants, Principal Skinner had the superintendent of schools up his ass like Preparation H. Skinner hung up the phone still smiling smugly. Greer had taken a bite out of his ass but he could not refute the fact that scores that high from the same proctor raised a red flag. He leaned back and lit up an unfiltered Camel. "When I am superintendent, I will end all that parental interference bullshit," he thought. Now I need to get the proctor to confess as well and wrap all this up with a ribbon.
Jake shook it off and realized that it was more of an annoyance than a threat to his academic career. He was not worried about a retest and neither was Melissa. Besides, starting tomorrow he had two and a half days of testing at the Junior College. If that went well he would be rid of Skinner for good.
Erika picked him up at his locker after geometry; one minute Beth was yakking at him, the next minute Erika's big melons were flattened against his back. They walked to chemistry like old times.
At studyhall, Rebecca called him to her desk and quizzed him about the SAT debacle. She said that Skinner was spreading the rumor around that Jake and Melissa had been caught cheating. Jake told her the full story and told her Ms. Phillips would corroborate what he told her. Rebecca said all she needed was to hear it from him. She went on to tell Jake that Skinner seemed to have it out for him and to watch his step.
After school, Jake finally had the opportunity to watch Angie compete in track. Of course, cross-country is not much of a spectator sport. He watched her take off and disappear into the park where the meet was being held: twenty-six minutes later he watched her return, fifty yards ahead of her closest competitor. Angie was an antelope competing with buffalo, same family, different species. She was quickly gaining attention for her speed and stamina; this was the third dual meet that she had smoked her opposition. He went to congratulate her; he noticed immediately she was not huffing and puffing as much as everyone else.
Later that evening, Jake sat in the dark by himself out by the pool. He was doing some heavy duty cogitating. He knew that Jay Reynolds was home this week, a few days away from the clutches of Susan Jean. Should he try to stop the pain his other self was going to experience? If he did Jay might not meet Rachael Benson, the woman to whom he was happily married for over twenty years. Nope, he guessed that Jay was going to have to suffer his fate at the hands of Susan Jean. Well there was an upside; someone was about to introduce Jay to what sex could be if you worked at it. The women in Jake's life were direct beneficiaries of Susan Jean Jones' sexual proclivity.
Then there was the matter of Erika. Was it a mistake to immediately reestablish a physical relationship with her? Was the little head on Little Jake doing the thinking this time? He would have to wait and see, but his instincts told him that Erika was going to be in his life for the long run. Cindy was another matter entirely. He was at a loss to figure out what was going on in her mind. She assiduously avoided him; yet she told everyone she loved him. Not to mention she was his sister's little plaything. He was going to have a talk with her soon. He was working his way down his worry list when he heard the patio door open. He turned his head and Maria walked into his range of vision.
"I don't wish to disturb you, my stallion," she said, "But we have some matters to discuss."
Jake pulled a chair over next to his and stood until she was seated. She was wearing a loose knee length skirt and a big 'vee' necked sweater. The sweater was probably Tyler's but he doubted Tyler would ever look that good in it. Her breasts were pushed together and the plunging neckline of the sweater outlined their rich mammalian fullness perfectly.
"Is one of the matters how hot you look in that outfit?" Jake asked.
"We will, perhaps, get to that; first we need to determine what to do about that awful principal."
"We aren't going to do anything; I'm going to retake the SAT and get out of that place as soon as possible. There are too many ways he can screw me up and it looks like the moron is gunning for me. I'm going to let that sleeping dog lie."
"How are you going to get out of Kennedy? You are only a sophomore; are you going to transfer to another school?"
Jake told her about the tests that started tomorrow and his plan for trying to enroll in Stetson if he got the credits. She was impressed.
"You are an amazing young man, Jacob; I think there is much more to you than we know. I sense an aura about you that is most unusual; in Cuba, some people believe that spirits guide us. I think that, after your near death, the spirits are helping you make amends for your wasted life."
Maria was getting to close for comfort; he grabbed her hand and coaxed her into his lap.
"Right now the spirits are telling me to kiss you," he said.
Maria looked towards the house, when she saw they couldn't be seen she brought her lips to his.
"You should not make light of destiny and fate, my stallion," she said when they came up for air, "You must have rejoined the living for some great reason. If not, why would you have become so smart, not to mention irresistible to the senoritas?"
"Not all the ladies Maria, I'm no gigolo."
"I think not all the ladies come to you only by chance, my Jacob. It is interesting that the women who seem to choose you are in positions to help you either now or in the future."
"Yeah, I've noticed that," he admitted, "but I didn't seek those women out."
"I know you did not, nor the men who are also your allies; I told you it is the hands of fate guiding us toward some purpose."
"Maybe," he shrugged, and changed the subject, "How was your evening Saturday?"
"It was divine, it must be my fate to become your family's lover, all because of you. Even stranger is it that everyone except Angela has been further with me than the one I truly desire."
They heard the door opening just as Jake was about to remove her panties and further their relationship. With a frustrated moan, she attempted to get up. Jake held her in place. He recognized the distinctive click of Helen's heels on the concrete pool deck. He kept his hand under Maria skirt inside her panties playing with her. Helen sat down in the chair Maria had just vacated and asked if he had made up his mind on what to do. He regurgitated his conversation that he and Maria had had. Maria's breathing was increasing and she was moving slightly on his finger that was now wedged in her slit. Helen seemed oblivious to Maria's dilemma and stood up.
She took Maria's hand and said, "Come on in and lets talk, Maria; I'm sure we have bothered Jake enough. Besides I want to show you what I bought for Charles today."
Jake disengaged his finger and hand as Helen pulled Maria to her feet; Helen winked at Jake and led the frustrated Maria inside.
The CLEP tests were as Jake remembered. He proceeded steadily through the entire test; if he did not know an answer off the top of his head, he bypassed the question. After the last question, he came back and took his time to polish off the leftovers. He managed to complete each test in three hours or less so he had plenty of time to wander around waiting for his ride. Daytona Beach Junior College had a first-rate nursing program that turned out sixty registered nurses each semester. The nursing school was located in the same complex of buildings where the CLEP was being administered. Jake was in heaven as he sat in the student union girl-watching. You had to like the odds, as ninety percent of the students were female. Jake did not have to sit alone much as he drank his coffee. He met some nice young ladies and a couple of the nursing instructors but none caughthis eye.
He finished the last and longest test Thursday at eleven. The history test had a plethora of questions that required you to remember dates. It took Jake longer to dredge up associations between dates and events or people. Helen had been dropping him off and Melissa had been picking him up. Today Maria was the one who pulled up to get him. He jumped into her rented Ford Fairlane and she maneuvered out onto International Speedway Boulevard. She asked him if he had plans for the afternoon; when he said no, she asked if they could spend it together. That sounded like a plan to him, so he gave her directions to Coach Nelson's place.
During the twenty-minute trip, Jake quizzed Maria about her three-way with Helen and Charles. She told him that she and Helen had explored each other's bodies and made love with their legs intertwined but had not yet gone down on each other. Maria said Helen's prominent and super sensitive clitoris was amazing. Charles was a gentle and attentive lover, but not very imaginative. She said they enjoyed themselves immensely and played well together for hours. They arrived at the apartment at eleven-thirty; Jake sat Maria on the couch and got her a drink. He sat beside her and they talked for a few minutes. Jake ended their conversation when he started nibbling on her earlobe.
Maria was the second seriously experienced woman that he had in this lifetime. Jake took her to the bedroom and stripped her naked. She was about an inch taller than Rebecca and had fifteen more pounds of curves. Jake marveled at her body; she was forty-four with a body a woman ten years younger would envy. She reminded him of Charo at her peak. When he commented on her physical beauty, she candidly told him that she used the rich woman's trifecta regime of diet, exercise and plastic surgery to keep her looks. Her pubic hair was very soft and sparse; she did not need to shave or trim for Jake. Jake put her on the bed and stripped naked himself. She made some admiring comments about his body and equipment as he eased into bed alongside her.
Maria was the most oral woman in his universe; if it involved the lips and tongue she loved it. As Jake kissed his way towards her hot lower love lips, she spread herself for him. When he began lapping at her pussy, she voiced her approval in two different languages. She wanted to sesenta-nueve so he quickly rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She dove for his dick and started giving him first class head. Because she was so much shorter than he was, Jake had to strain forward to get back to her clit. The plus was that all of her was spread out before him; her dripping slit and her star shaped pucker was a Cuban smorgasbord there for the feasting. Jake started long stokes with his tongue down to her clit then through her slit to her ass. When she was close to coming, he craned his neck forward and went to work on her clit. She shuddered and wailed around his shaft. He was afraid she would bite down as she came; instead, she rocked backward and held the head of his dick in her mouth as she ground her pelvis into his face.
Maria slowed her grindings and leaned forward, taking more of his dick in her mouth. She started a gentle sucking, bobbing motion, simultaneously licking the crown. He stopped her after a couple of minutes and rolled her onto her back, then scrambled around and got between her raised knees. She took his dick in one hand and spread her deep pink engorged lips with the other.
"Fill me up, my young lover; take me, bind me tighter to your destiny," she moaned.
Jake slid into her in one long smooth stroke. She pulled her knees back to let him get deeper. She crooned words of endearment as he started a fast rhythm of piston like strokes. When she came, she pulled his lips to hers and screamed into his mouth. Still imbedded to the hilt, he rolled onto his back until she was perched atop his pecker. She looked down into his eyes and started hunching against him. She came again and fell onto his chest.
"I do not cum that way, Jacob, never. Now I am a hair trigger, every few strokes and I am ready again." Then, to prove her point, she sat back up and started hunching again. Her clit was pressing on the base of his shaft while the head bumped the back wall of her pussy. She could have cum all day in that position. She settled for about a half dozen more orgasms, then fell off him to the side. He held her until she regained her breath, then she swooped down on his member with her mouth. Kneeling at his side, she found the angle she wanted and slowly took him down her throat until her nose was in his pubic hair. He tangled his hands in her mass of reddish black hair and held her head as he gushed his load in thick ropy spurts. It was immaculate; she did not spill a drop.
They showered together before leaving; she dug a plastic shower cap out of her purse to keep her hair dry. She would not let him do anything for himself as she bathed them both. She told him it brought her a lot of pleasure to be tending to her lover. She took his arm as they walked to her car, every inch the lady lawyer. When they were on the road to his house, she asked him if he minded if she had other lovers or did he want her exclusively for himself. He told her to do what she wanted, when she wanted. She smiled and said she would always be available for him, regardless.
He said, "How about both Melissa and me?"
She shivered and said she would love that.
Friday morning, someone came to homeroom for him again; this time he was led to the counseling office. Diane Phillips and a man from the testing service took him into Diane's office where he retook the SATs under the proctor's watchful eye. Melissa was at the main office with another proctor undergoing the same procedure. Even though the second test was not exactly the same as the first, Jake finished it in time to make lunch with his friends. The hot topic of the day was the outdoor assembly at one to receive the Governor's Trophy for being the state champions in football. Word had it that a number of big shots, including the mayor and a congressman, were going to be there. That is why the teachers were all looking so spiffy, Jake thought.
At 12:45, everyone was looking for a seat in the stands. Jake's family had snagged a section of the portable bleachers set up for players, coaches, and their families. Jake slid into the end seat; they were five rows up. Directly below him in the first row sat Ms. Phillips, Sara Douglas, and Mrs. Greer. Their significant others were sitting on folding chairs under a portable canvas awning. Principal Skinner was standing at the microphone impatiently waiting for everyone to be seated. The portable bleachers from the baseball field sat at the fifty-yard line about where the home team bench would be during a game. There were two sets placed side by side. At the front corners of each bleacher, the school custodians had set up some portable speakers. The speakers were on twenty-five foot high metal towers. The towers were made from three tubes cross-braced into a triangular column. Three large speaker horns were attached at different angles at the top of each tower; Skinner wanted to be sure everyone could hear his scripted remarks. Guy ropes held the towers upright.
At one exactly, Skinner called for everyone's attention. The day was overcast and breezy but Skinner had insisted on an outdoor presentation because of the number of people expected to attend. He had a point, as both bleachers and the home team side of the stadium were filled to capacity with many people standing. As Skinner launched his introduction of guests and dignitaries the sky darkened more and the wind picked up to about 15 knots. Jake, attuned as he was to bad weather, was starting to get uncomfortable. His discomfiture grew when he saw a couple of waterspouts pop up on the inland waterway less than a quarter mile from the stadium. Skinner was in mid harangue about the discipline football teaches when a violent gust of wind collapsed the awning he was under.
As everyone's attention was on Skinner trying to escape from under
the awning, Jake heard a distinct twang and looked to his right. One of
the guy ropes had snapped and a tower was listing towards the bleacher
right above where Vickie, Sara, and Diane sat. Jake leaped to his feet
and started yelling; his voice was lost in the general hubbub and
laughter at Skinner's plight. So he dove off the edge of the bleachers.
His plan was to hit the tower and knock it away from its intended path.
Good plan, poor execution. Jake saw he was going to miss the tower with
his body so he stuck out his right hand and grabbed it as he passed by.
He did manage to deflect the tower but one of the speaker mounts broke.
The speaker swung on its cable like a pendulum. At the down most part
of its arc, the heavy metal army surplus speaker hit Jake squarely in
the back of the head. He was thankfully unconscious when he hit the
ground and the tower landed with bone breaking force across his back.