Chapter 31
This shit is getting old, Jake thought, as he struggled to focus his eyes. Waking up in the hospital every six months was not high on his list of favorite things. This time though he felt like he should be in the hospital; his head hurt, it was hard to breathe, and everything was blurry. Then he had the thought, "What if I have been dreaming about being Jake Turner? What if I am waking up as myself, that is, my Jay Reynolds self?" His blurry vision would not let him focus on the room around him. No clue there, but the aches and pains he felt and his difficulty breathing sure made him feel more like a man in his late forties than a teenager. Too many questions, he decided as he drifted back to sleep.
Bright sunlight made him blink when he opened his eyes again. After his pupils slowly adapted, his vision was less blurry, although still fuzzy around the edges. No wonder he could not see much last night, in addition to blurry vision he was in an oxygen tent. And he hurt! His head throbbed and his chest felt like a truck was parked on it. His right arm was in a cast from elbow to wrist, how did that happen? Just then, the door opened and a white uniformed figure moved next to the bed.
Jake squinted and said, "Who are you?"
Nurse Sara Douglas' face fell into a sorrowful mask. Please, lord, not again she silently prayed.
Then the heavily bandaged figure smiled at her, "Gotcha", he said.
Sara let out a whoop, "I'll get you for that, Mr. Smarty Pants."
Before Jake could answer her, Melissa burst through the door. When she saw Jake was awake, she ran to the bed, grabbed his good hand, and started crying.
"Hello, Muffin," Jake said, "how long have I been out?"
Melissa sniffled and said, "Three days, today is Sunday. Sara and the other nurses let me stay here the whole time."
Jake was touched by her love for him. He squeezed her hand again and asked her what happened. She told him what she had seen and what she had heard from others. Jake had grabbed the falling speaker tower and pushed it away from the bleachers. Something on it hit him in the head, then the tower fell on him. He had two broken ribs, a punctured lung, and a broken right wrist -- to go along with a fairly serious concussion. Luckily, his skull had not been fractured. No one else was hurt, thanks to him. He was in intensive care and was not allowed visitors but had about a million people wanting to see him. Melissa was the family's designated representative since she would not leave anyway. It was easy for Sara to get the tight-assed hospital administrator to let Melissa stay because Thornton money built this wing of the hospital; it was even named after Melissa's mother.
Melissa went to make happy phone calls to spread the news that Jake was awake; Sara went to call Dr. Malone the neurosurgeon. His next visitor was not a surprise as Cindy the Candy Striper walked in. She came over to the bed and pulled up a chair.
"You usually run out of the room when I wake up," he said.
"Not any more, I didn't know and love you then."
Jake asked her about her love for him; he was as confused as ever about the disconnect between what she said and what she did. Cindy told him that it was simple. She had to be careful about being alone with him because she wanted to make love with him more than anything in the world. She said she was so conflicted between her desire for him and her vow to be a virgin. She also told him that Debbie could get her to do almost anything. His sister seemed to have found the key to her psyche. Cindy said she dreamed of Jake being the one that held her reins instead. He and Melissa, Jake corrected. A shiver ran through Cindy. "That might be even better," she said.
Dr. Malone arrived and shooed Cindy from the room. He removed the oxygen tent and gave Jake a familiar battery of tests. Jake mentioned his vision problems and Malone said the corona effect would go away in time as he healed. Jake asked when he would be getting out of the hospital; Malone told him Thursday or Friday at the earliest. The doctor went on to explain that they were going to keep him sedated and asleep as much as possible to help him heal. Jake did not like the idea but, with boredom already setting in, figured it would probably be for the best. Malone made some entries on his chart and left. For the rest of the day his family rotated in and out to sit with Melissa and keep him company. Jake finally got something to eat and felt better when he nodded off at ten that night. Helen finally talked Melissa into going home for some real sleep while Helen took the night shift.
The next morning Jake woke up much improved; breathing caused less pain and his vision was almost normal. He still had a non-stop headache but it was tolerable. They moved him to a larger room that morning and allowed him solid food. Melissa arrived with a suitcase and an orderly pushing a bed. She was moving in with him for the duration. Sara Douglas dropped in and thanked Jake for what he did. She made Jake uncomfortable with her praise so she let up on him and went back to the ICU. Visiting hours started at one; his room was filled with people by a quarter after. Maria came in and gave him a tearful hug; she said she had prayed for him continuously. Helen was right behind Maria; she sat by the bed and held his hand. Jesus, Jake thought, things are going to be boring for a while.
Helen Turner sat at her vanity studying her face critically in the mirror. She was not unhappy with what she saw. Yes, she had a few laugh lines at the corners of her eyes and at the corners of her mouth but otherwise she looked good for an old broad. A little make-up and she could pass for thirty even in bright light. Helen smiled for the first time since last Friday. Jake was banged up but with no permanent damage; he was his old self this morning. He even coaxed her into flashing her panties right there in his hospital room. She flushed hotly when she remembered promising him she would be without them next time. That man could get her to do anything.
She had another reason for smiling; that intriguing young soldier had called and asked her to have lunch with him. Makeup and hair completed, she walked to her closet to pick out an outfit. She decided to go with an outfit Jacob would like; Jacob had excellent taste, she knew the dark blue plaid skirt and light blue long sleeved button up blouse looked good on her. Her undergarments were some of the ones she and Maria had purchased together, a sexy baby blue bra and panty set. She did not plan on anyone seeing them but they made her feel good wearing them.
At one o'clock sharp, she watched the soldier get out of a sporty, green, two-seater sports car. She noted his cowboy boots, straight leg Levis, and striped shirt; no trendy or hippy clothes for this man. His left arm was in a cast from elbow to wrist but at least he was not wearing the painful looking apparatus he had on at the funeral. He walked up to her and boldly kissed her on the lips; a lover's kiss that he gave her time to avoid. She did not turn her cheek to him as she could have; his lips sent a small electric current through hers as if she touched the poles of a battery with her tongue. He took her arm and led her into the Breakwater, a bar and restaurant overlooking the ocean. He guided her to a back booth, seated her and then slid in beside her.
A pretty waitress came for their drink order. He ordered a Michelob draft. She surprised herself by asking for the same. She had not had a beer in at least fifteen years, but it sounded right. When the waitress left, he dropped his right hand onto her knee. He told her how pretty she was as she opened her knees to make room for his hand. She could not for the life of her tell why she was acting like this; she just could not refuse him anything. She sat up straight and leaned back turning her head to talk to him. She felt so wanton, so brazen, and so very sexy as she sagged her thighs apart wider. He looked down appreciatively at the thrust of her breasts just as she wanted him to. He moved his hand higher on her thigh. She continued to chat with him about this and that until their beers arrived and they ordered lunch. The frosty beer tasted just right to Helen as she leaned against his side. He could balance the mug with his left hand so his hand on her thigh remained.
He had moved his hand a few more inches under her skirt by now, his progress maddeningly slow. He finally reached the juncture of her thighs; he kept his palm on her thigh while he teased her clit through the gusset of her panties with his pinky. She was so very close when the food arrived. She was disappointed that he had to move his hand to eat, yet relieved that he stopped before she embarrassed herself by climaxing. They chatted more during lunch; he regaled her with funny stories of his misadventures overseas. She told him about Jacob's heroism. He had, of course, read about it in the paper and commented on what a selfless act it was. It was about then that it dawned on her who he reminded her of. It was Jacob. If she closed her eyes, the cadence of his voice was Jacob's. If she watched him, his mannerisms were Jacob's also. Maybe that was why she let him do as he pleased, it was a conditioned response attuned to the 'Jacobness' of him.
After lunch, they walked hand in hand down the nearly deserted beach to the jetties. He leaned her back against the sea wall and kissed her. His passionate kisses were gentle yet demanding -- more Jacob. He gave her the orgasm she craved there against the sea wall; he did not make love to her although she would have let him. He did remove her panties and finger her to a soul-shattering climax as he bite her nipples through her bra. When she regained her composure, she stuffed her panties in her purse and they walked back to their cars. He asked if could call her for a real date and she said yes. She would simply tell Charles she was going out; she had already told him about the young man anyway. But of course, the next day Jay Reynolds met Susan Jean Jones. He called Helen and told her their date would have to be cancelled; she was equal parts happy for him and disappointed in him.
At four-thirty, Helen pulled up to the hospital. She laughed as she remembered her promise to Jacob, her sodden pale blue panties fermenting in her purse. When she arrived at Jacob's room, she was greeted by a coterie of females. Some with boyfriends or husbands attached. The Greer's were there, as were Sara and Coach Nelson. Everyone was congratulating Diane Phillips the new acting principal of Kennedy High. Carl McClelland was standing off to the side trying not to look down the low cut blouse Maria had worn to cheer Jacob up. Erika and Melissa were sharing the only chair, occasionally feeding Jacob ice cubes. Bill Greer came over and gave Helen a hug; he told her how sincerely grateful he was for what her son had done. Brian Nelson and Carl both chorused amen. Jake blushed and told them anyone would have done it; he was just there at the right time. Gail Martin and her dad Bob showed up for a few minutes. Gail kissed his cheek before telling him how scared she had been for him. Jake knew it was extremely hard for her to be around him in his banged up condition because of what had previously happened to her fiancée.
Before they could refute his modest protestations, the head nurse marched in to evict everyone except immediate family. Helen volunteered to help Jake with his supper while Melissa went home to shower and get some clothes. Helen went for his supper tray; she sat it on the adjustable table and sat down by the bed. She stayed with Jacob talking quietly until he dozed off. She kissed his forehead and went home; it had been a busy day and she had plans for Charles that would make it a busy night.
Melissa came back to Jake's room about six; he was sleeping peacefully so she sat down beside him. He looked so angelic lying there; his features softened by sleep. She was happy and relieved that he was progressing so well. The weekend had been hell for her. It was even worse than her father's death because of the extended uncertainty. Her big strong man had looked so fragile swathed in bandages and inside the oxygen tent. Thank god for family and friends, she thought. They were all that kept her sane while he was unconscious. How, she wondered, could she love him more everyday, when she loved him more than anything the day before?
Ms. Doane, the school librarian, arrived about six-thirty. She had been at the hospital almost as much as Melissa over the weekend. Melissa got to know a lot about the diminutive Rebecca during their agonizing wait for Jake to regain consciousness. They knew about each other's relationship with Jake, of course; now Melissa understood Jake's attraction to the other woman. Melissa stood up and held out her arms and Rebecca hugged her tight. She had just updated Rebecca on Jake's progress when he woke up. He gave them a lopsided smile and asked for some water. Melissa poured him a glass and sat back down. She pulled Rebecca into her lap and the three of them talked until visiting hours were over. After Rebecca left, the nurse gave Jake his night medications then turned off the overhead lights. Melissa knew her baby was better when he pulled back the covers and showed her his erection. She happily buried her face in his crotch and made it go away.
Jake was asleep within five minutes of cumming. Melissa climbed into the other bed but sleep came much slower to her. How were they going to work out their relationship when they were married? She knew that certain women were always going to be a part of Jake's life and therefore part of hers. At least she liked them all and was starting to get a clear picture of what Jake saw in each of them. She flushed hotly as she realized she saw some of the same things in them that he did. She thought that they would all accept her being his wife except maybe Cindy. And thinking about the way Cindy responded to Debbie she had the idea that Cindy could be brought around eventually. Wow, was she horny, she thought as she rubbed her clit. After a good cum, she fell asleep to visions of Cindy kneeling between her legs.
Jake thought his recovery was agonizingly slow but his doctor said it was as fast as he had seen anyone heal. His vision cleared up completely by Thursday; he was released from the hospital on Friday, arm in a cast complete with sling, and ribs tightly taped. Charles took him home in the Oldsmobile; even the big smooth sedan jounced him enough to make him wince. Charles helped him out of the car but Jake walked into the house under his own power. Charles gave him a light hug and went back to work. Helen and Maria fussed over him as Jake tried to act annoyed by the attention. Jake marveled at the closeness between the two women; they were like sisters. Jake thought it was great that Helen had found a friend she could relate to. It spoke volumes for Maria's character if Helen liked her that much. His 'nurses' were wearing clothes he knew they had picked for him as each wore a colorful short dress with heels. If their goal was to distract him, they were succeeding admirably.
Jake saw teamwork between them when they managed to be in the room one at a time teasing him unmercifully. Jake was rescued when Melissa and his sisters came home from school, or so he thought. The actuality was that he now had three additional sweethearts trying to smother him with attention. Even Angie got into the act. When she was alone in the room with him, she told him that his injury made her see how much she truly missed the closeness they had shared. She said she was conflicted between her love for him and the blossoming love she felt for Tyler. She kissed him and it was not like the sisterly kisses she had been giving him for the last couple of months. He told her not to think she was under any sort of pressure; she would still be his princess, no matter what. She gave him that Madonna smile of hers and kissed him again.
Erika arrived at six; she made small talk with his parents for a few minutes, and then came up to Jake's room. Melissa let her in when she knocked on the bedroom door. She sat next to him on the bed and gave him all his schoolwork for the day. She looked fetching in a skirt and sweater; she wore make up, smelled good and he could tell she had spent some extra time on her hair. Jake watched the interaction between Melissa and Erika with interest. It dawned on him that Erika was dressed as much for Melissa's benefit as for his. Then Melissa said she was going to take a bath and went to run the water. Erika sat on the bed; Jake put his hand on her leg. He commented on how pretty she looked, she blushed as she told him Melissa had asked her to wear a skirt. Then Jake's medication kicked in and he fell asleep.
Melissa came out of the bath wearing a loosely belted terrycloth robe. She sat on the bed next to Erika, the two quietly gabbing clothes and makeup as Melissa brushed her hair. Erika took the brush, turned Melissa to face away from her, and brushed her long black hair as they chatted. Erika was attracted to Melissa in a most peculiar way. It felt good to hold her and do little things for her. Melissa got up and took Erika's hand; she led her through the bathroom to the guest room. She stopped and grabbed her lotion from the vanity. They left both bathroom doors open so they could hear Jake if he needed them. They sat on the bed in the guestroom; Melissa handed Erika the lotion asking her to put some on her back. Erika took the lotion and helped Melissa pull the robe off her upper body. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed the aromatic emollient on the smooth bronzed back.
Erika felt herself becoming aroused for the first time from touching another woman. Nothing more happened between them physically but the seeds were planted for a much more intimate relationship in the future. When Erika left, she kissed Melissa and told her she would see her tomorrow. She was thrilled when Melissa kissed her back and said how happy that would make her.
Jake woke up Saturday morning and lay in the bed inventorying how he felt. Almost human, he reckoned -- except his side hurt when he moved. Jake was lying on his left side, broken right wrist propped on a pillow. Melissa was laying on her right side, her incredible butt pushed against his. She woke up immediately when he got up to pee. She went potty while he brushed his teeth. Jake thought that you were officially a couple when you could unselfconsciously pee in front of each other. Melissa bathed him as he stood at the sink. Private Turner sprang to attention as she was washing his balls. When she finished drying his legs she tried to take him in her mouth. Jake was not settling for lip service however, so he asked her to lean across the vanity. He managed to get his Private into her privates but it was excruciating to thrust his hips. They ended up on the bed in a sixty-nine, her with all her weight on her hands and knees suspended above him.
The weights clanged as Deborah Denise Turner dropped the barbell into the yokes of the weight bench. She grabbed her towel to wipe off the sweat while looking at the big electric clock on the garage wall. It was eight-fifteen, plenty of time to jump some rope before her ten o'clock appointment. Now that Jake was safely home, she was taking all Saturday for herself. Debbie jumped rope in front of the mirror; she liked the person she saw staring back at her. Thanks to her baby brother, she now knew who she was, and what she was. Jake had actually encouraged her to exploit her strength and force of will. He thought her seemingly bizarre mixture of ripe femininity and hard-edged masculine personality was just fine.
Debbie slung her towel around her neck as she bounded up the stairs. She took a refreshing shower then chose her outfit carefully. Black leather miniskirt, white angora five button sweater -- only three buttoned of course --, and black high heeled calf length boots made the statement she wanted. No bra, black lace panties, hair in a ponytail and pink lipstick completed her look. Debbie checked the contents of her cloth knapsack, grabbed her purse, and headed out.
At five till ten she pulled up to Tiny's Gun Rack, Tiny had found a M1911A1,.45 caliber pistol for her.
"Like new, as if a Frenchman owned it," he said. "It was never fired in anger and only dropped once."
If she liked it, he would trade it for her old 9mm Browning. Tiny led her to the shooting range and locked the door behind them. The big automatic was sitting on the firing line table with three full clips. She fell in love with it from the first round she put down range. From a classic design of John Moses Browning, the piece was heavy and loud; but the recoil was actually less than the 9mm parabellum. The slim walnut pistol grip fit naturally in her hand. When she dropped the first clip, Tiny had her sweater unbuttoned. Her panties swept down her legs as she finished firing the second. When the slide locked to the rear after the third clip she laid across the table as Tiny lifted the back of her mini.
She made it to the Isshinryu Dojo at eleven-thirty dressed in the jeans, sweatshirt, and tennis shoes she had in her knapsack. She changed into her gi then spent fifteen minutes centering herself. Today the sensei was doing Jiyu Kumite; she was sparing free-style with a couple of the guys who started at the dojo about the same time she did. She was Sensei's star student, and a big reason many guys from Emery Riddle started training there. Debbie saw immediately that her first opponent was not trying very hard, trying to be a gentleman. Debbie blocked his first half-hearted punch and drove her fist into his solar plexus. She hit him hard enough to get his attention but pulled her punch enough so that he could continue.
"Don't play, Bob, or I'll hurt you," she told him as she backed up and bowed the traditional Tachi-rei.
He nodded and came after her as if she were another guy. They exchanged a flurry of punches and kicks; Debbie took her lumps but gave better than she got in both matches. Sensei asked her some questions about form and technique; she executed the Seisen kata to his satisfaction and confirmed that she had done the required reading. Sensei tied the Hachi Kyu (eighth form) yellow belt around her waist. She murmured, "Thank you, sensei" and went to back to practicing the fifteen Te Waza (hand techniques) and the nine Geri Waza (kicking techniques). Isshinryu was street fighting karate and Debbie loved it. Three evenings a week and one Saturday a month, she drove herself to master it.
Debbie was home by two, proudly showing Jake her new belt. Jake congratulated her and kissed the small mouse under her left eye she had received sparring. Debbie put an ice pack on her eye and took a nap; she had a date tonight and wanted to be fresh and rested.
Maria adjusted the top of her thigh-high smoky gray stockings, then dropped the hem of her black dress back into place. She checked her hair and makeup one last time, picked up her keys from the counter, and walked out of the house. She felt good in the ensemble she was wearing; she loved dressing up. She wondered why Debbie had asked her to wear such a nice dress just for dinner. She pulled her car into the parking lot of the upscale Garden Room restaurant at ten till eight; she had been told they had reservations for eight o'clock. She saw Debbie's bright blue car immediately so she parked and went inside. Debbie was standing just inside the door waiting for her. Debbie was wearing a red dress that looked spectacular. The meal was excellent and the rum drinks Debbie ordered her were also. She was feeling very good when they left the restaurant.
Debbie insisted on driving, so Maria gracefully folded herself into the passenger bucket seat of the Mustang. Debbie said they were going to check out a new club that had opened in Daytona. Twenty minutes later they walked into a small, tastefully decorated bar. The place had a good Saturday night crowd but Debbie found them a table off to the side of the dance floor. Debbie ordered Maria another rum concoction and a club soda for herself. As soon as Maria finished some sips of her drink, Debbie grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. It was when she saw the other couples gyrating to the jukebox that Maria realized that most of the club's patrons were women. She forgot about the clientele though as she enjoyed dancing to the music. They danced to three songs and went back to their table. When they sat down Debbie took the chair next to her and slid it closer. As they chatted, Debbie slipped her hand into the slit of Maria dress high on her thigh. Maria looked at her in startlement.
"Open your legs; I want to touch you," Debbie said.
Maria was in shock, not once during the evening had Debbie used that voice or this tactic. Both of them knew Maria's resistance was for show. Maria did not even look around to see if anyone was watching them as she slowly spread her legs to make room for Debbie's hand. Debbie kept her hand on Maria's leg the entire evening yet she never touched her mound other than fleetingly. When a slow song played, Debbie pulled her onto the dance floor and held her like a man would. By the time they left the bar Maria was in lust; the combination of Debbie's closeness and the actions of the lesbians at the club had her climbing the walls. Debbie took her to pick up her car then followed her home. She let them in her quiet house and Debbie led her straight to the bedroom.
Once in the bed Debbie stripped them both naked and tumbled into the bed on her back. Without a word from Debbie, Maria climbed between her legs and eagerly ate pussy for the first time in her life. Maria loved the taste and the texture of Debbie's sweet love nest. Maria licked every millimeter of Debbie's flesh from her navel to her anus paying loving homage to her alabaster goddess. She nursed two strong orgasms from the writhing young woman before Debbie pushed Maria's face away from her slit. Maria wanted more of the sweet nectar but her lover had other ideas. She reached into the knapsack she brought with her and pulled out a large imitation penis attached to some straps. Tiny had purchased it for her at an adult bookstore in Orlando and given it to her this morning.
Debbie bucked the straps around her waist and thighs and pulled Maria by her hair until the older woman's mouth was wrapped around the phallus. When it was slick with spit, Debbie pushed Maria back on the bed and climbed between her legs. Maria quivered with anticipation and trepidation; She had not had anything that big pushing apart her channel since childbirth. Debbie loomed above her and centered the head in Maria's little patch of fur. She moved the tip up and down spreading Maria wetness then started firmly pushing forward. Entry was slow and sometimes close to painful but Maria eventually absorbed all ten inches of the latex lance. Debbie held herself above Maria in the same position her brother used; looking down at the Latina beauty, Debbie started thrusting the dildo in and out. As Debbie picked up speed with her thrusts, Maria acclimated to its size and started pushing her hips up.
Debbie lifted Maria's legs over her shoulder one at a time then, with most of her weight balanced at their joined organs, reached down and started thumbing Maria's clit. Maria arched off the bed holding Debbie suspended in mid air as she came explosively. Debbie loved the feeling of power she had as she mercilessly pounded Maria; conversely, Maria enjoyed being ravished this way. Debbie pounded her to two more climaxes before pulling off the harness; with the rubber dick still buried in Maria she knee-walked forward and sat on Maria's face.
For Jake, the weekend and following week passed in super slow motion. He could not believe how much the broken ribs limited his mobility. Try as he might, he could not find a position for intercourse. He had a bevy of willing volunteer nurses that would do anything he wanted but he was limited to blow jobs. Erika spent a lot of time at the house; she and Melissa were really becoming good friends. They stayed in his room and kept him company when he was awake and talked about him when he was asleep. Erika was becoming very attached to Melissa. She did not have a close girl friend to share everything with, until Melissa. Then there was the sexual attraction Erika felt for the beautiful dark haired woman. Melissa also had never really had a close friend except for her mother; Erika changed all that.
By the following weekend, Jake could walk -- as long as he did not take jarring steps. He got out of the house on Saturday afternoon and slowly walked along the soft-sand beach with Erika and Melissa. The two were inseparable now and book-ended Jake as they walked. Melissa said that as soon as he was well they were going to initiate Erika into their love life. Jake told her she did not have to wait for him; he saw the mutual attraction between the women. Melissa said the wait would build the anticipation. Jake tired quickly from the walk and they headed home. Erika was spending the night with them; Jake was not quite ready for sex yet so tonight was not going to be Erika's initiation. It was still a pleasant evening as they all went out to eat; Jake even managed a short walk on the beach again.
Back in Jake's room, Melissa gave Erika a gift-wrapped box as they were preparing for bed. Erika opened it and, with a huge smile, showed Jake the white diaphanous negligee. She rushed into the bathroom and put it on; when she returned Melissa was wearing its twin. The women climbed into bed with Jake. Melissa snuggled her butt against 'Jake's back and put her arm over Erika. Erika took Melissa's hand and put it on her big breast. A contented little group drifted off to sleep. Melissa had a feeling that it would not be the last night the three of them slept this close together.
Jake was able to make it to church the next morning with little problem. That afternoon Cindy came by after Erika went home and she and Melissa took Jake back to walk on the beach. He had an easier time walking on Sunday. Jake declared his intention to go back to school the next morning for the last two days before Christmas break. His mother and Maria cautioned him to take it easy; they would miss playing nurse for him.
Jake was happy to see his friends and everyone was pleased he was back. The general demeanor of the school seemed better with Skinner gone. Superintendent Greer suspended Principal Skinner immediately after the presentation debacle, appointing Ms. Phillips interim principal. There was little doubt that her position would become permanent. Ms. Phillips did not take any crap but she was at least human.
Vickie Greer welcomed Jake back with a big hug right in front of the entire homeroom. Jake had the grace to blush as his classmates hooted 'teacher's pet' good-naturedly. Vickie looked good although Jake could tell she was gaining a little weight. Her sweater was especially tight across her breasts. Her skirt was tighter also; it hugged her heart-shaped ass like black Saran Wrap. Fourteen teenage boys watched every twitch her butt made for fifty minutes; more than one left with his books covering a boner. Vickie kept Jake after class and asked him to call her tonight; she had something very private to discuss with him.
Next period, at geometry, Beth made it clear how happy she was to see him. She said she was sorry that she had not gotten to visit him in the hospital but work and school consumed all her time. She said things were getting tough at home and she wished she could move out. Her father and stepmother made it obvious that it would not hurt their feelings if she were gone. Jake did not say anything but he thought that Maria might consider helping Beth. She walked him to his locker and made sure she was against his side when Erika walked up. They were both surprised when Erika gave them each a little kiss. She was definitely becoming comfortable with herself and her new relationship with Jake. Jake was tired by the end of the school day -- but had made it through with no problems. Adding to his good mood was a note from Ms. Phillips that Rebecca handed him at study hall, SAT verification scores were in; he and Melissa both scored 1590. Vindication would have been sweeter had Skinner's nose been there to rub it into.
Helen let Jake call Vickie Greer from the phone in the master suite. Vickie told Jake that Bill was at a school board meeting. The rest of their conversation floored him. Vickie said being pregnant made her horny all the time and Bill just could not keep up with his 'homework'. Bill said she needed to find a safe outlet for her hyped up sex drive and suggested she should consider rewarding Jake for saving her life. She said she was already dripping thinking about being with him again. Jake said maybe they could get together during the holidays. Vickie said he needed to make it soon and often.
The next day was even better; he could even breathe deeply without pain. He got short of breath easily but Melissa was taking him to the beach for his nightly walks and his stamina was increasing. For the first time in three weeks, he got laid that night. He took Melissa from the rear as she knelt on the bed and he stood on the floor. He even managed to hold off until his lover came before filling her with a massive pent-up load. He was a tired but happy camper when he went to sleep that night. Being able to sleep on his back with Melissa lying on his shoulder was almost as good as the sex. He was pretty much healed now; the cast on his arm the last reminder of his injuries.
Tomorrow the twelve-day Christmas break started and his birthday was
one month from today. Things were looking up again. Jake reflected that
having extra knowledge and a strong teen body did not make him
superman, while the attempt to intercept the falling tower did not kill
him, another poorly executed stunt might. Yet, Jake could not see how
he would have done anything different. He was not going to let
something bad happen to good people just to further his ambitions, that
would make him as bad as the people he detested.