Chapter 34
Jake swung his bug-eyed gaze from spread-eagled Liz to Sara.
Sara laughed and said, "You kids have fun; I'll let myself out."
Jake studied the woman lying tied and open on the bed. Elizabeth Moran was a vision, no doubt about it. She was tall, at least five-ten, and rapier thin. She could not have weighed more than one-twenty. Her hair was even longer than Helga's; it was artfully arranged over one shoulder trailing down almost to her waist. Her skin was milky white and flawless, no marks, scars, or stretch marks. Her slightly asymmetrical eyes were a blue so dark they appeared purple. She had a regal aquiline nose above pouty bee-stung lips. Her breasts were small but well formed; her hips were narrow and boyish. Liz's legs were probably her best feature; they were slim, muscular, and probably the longest Jake had ever seen. She was a thoroughbred.
Jake climbed up on the bed and touched her for the first time by trailing his good hand lightly across her breast, which quivered under his touch.
"We need to talk first," he said as he started untying her.
"Yes, Jacob," she said.
She had been loosely tied with four silk scarves, more symbolic than functional. He took her hand and she gracefully slid off the bed to her feet. They walked into the living room and Jake sat on the couch. Liz started to sit down also but Jake pointed to the floor. She quickly assumed the submissive posture Sara liked, naked on her spread knees, sitting on her heels, back straight and shoulders squared.
"Now tell me what this is all about," he demanded.
"I want what Sara had with you, Jacob; when we are in this house I want to be completely yours. I am a strong woman Jacob; I'm rich, beautiful, and successful -- but I am not happy. I have trouble with relationships; I have never found a man who could satisfy me, yet I am not interested in women. With you, it's different; you excite me and make me feel all girlish inside. I have masturbated often thinking of being here with you just like this."
Jake nodded and sat silently in thought. Did he want this? He certainly did not need another lover; he had a bevy of willing bed partners already. But his inner voice told him that this woman was going to be something different, that she would be more than just his sex slave. He made his decision.
"Stand up," he ordered.
She arose gracefully to her full height, her posture perfect. Jake took her arm and pulled her across his knees. She draped herself gracefully, her small ass centered in his lap, hands and feet touching the floor. He laid his left hand on her butt; he could feel the muscles of her cheek ripple at his touch. She was breathing hard in fear and anticipation. He raised his hand and gave her ass a stinging slap; she jumped and let out a low moan.
"If I make you mine, it won't be just in this house," he said giving her other cheek a resounding smack. "You have to submit to me unconditionally, anytime and anywhere."
Another sharp report rang out as his open palm met her silky smooth bottom. "I plan on sharing you sexually with my girlfriend. You will have to please her just as you do me. If you can agree to that, our relationship will proceed. This spanking (smack) is for the way (smack) you treated me (smack) last summer (smack), when it's over (smack) so is our (smack) past history (smack)."
He gave her another dozen hard slaps on her skinny ass; she moaned and cried as her butt cheeks turned from white to red, but she was grinding her pussy into his thigh the entire time. Liz was finally being fully aroused by a commanding man; the thought of doing another woman was inherently distasteful, but the idea of being under his control was the most compellingly intimate thing she had ever contemplated. The thought of saying no never crossed her mind. This had been her dream; it could now become her reality. If he could make her feel this good, this free, in only fifteen minutes, imagine how good her future would be.
"Oh yes, Jacob," she said breathlessly, "I can do that. I want to do that. Please let me do that. But you are going to have to teach me exactly what to do, discipline me, train me how to act. I really don't know much about sex, but you'll find me a willing and obedient pupil. And I am truly sorry we got off on the wrong foot; I beg you to forgive me for that."
Jake took her back to the bedroom; this time he made sure she was indeed securely tied to the bed. He told her to find some better restraints for next time as he sat on the bed playing preliminarily with her body. He normally liked his women a littler plusher, but had to admit that there was a certain esoteric charm to this lanky woman. His first order of business was to give her a big hickey on the underside of her breast. She chirped her approval as he marked her. As a surprise for Jake, she went out the next week and had his initials tattooed in that exact place. His next order of business was to get between her thighs and eat her until she screamed her release. One of her infrequent lovers had once tried to go down on her, but she had thought the idea repugnant and stopped him. Now, helplessly tethered to the bedposts, her master was showing her how mistaken she had been.
She had a pussy made for eating. Her thighs did not touch at the top by an inch and half. Her slit lay in the gap, prominently exposed. Her mound tilted up and out; she had to wear a pad when she wore pants or shorts to keep the outline of her pudendal pouch from showing. Her clit was small and well hidden; when coaxed out of hiding, however, it was super responsive. When she hesitantly told him she was too sensitive for another oral assault, he untied her legs and mounted her.
She was hot and wet, not very tight, but her hip action was exceptional. He put her legs together with his knees outside, which tightened her up. The legs together position also allowed his pistoning shaft to be in constant contact with her throbbing clit. Another orgasm rocked Liz, her loud cries echoed off the walls for almost a minute. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, thanking him repeatedly. When her breathing returned too normal, Jake pushed her legs up and back until her knees touched her lemon drop breasts and went for his own climax. She came again seconds after he started spurting into her.
She insisted on the full course of treatment the first day, actually begging him to take her in her narrow ass. She did not cum from being taken anally, but the act of submitting to him made her see stars as Jake diddled her clit. Uncorked, she bathed him and blew him in an act of homage. She was adept at sucking a man to orgasm; in the past it had helped her quickly end many a disastrous date. As they dressed to leave, she told Jake how absolutely satisfied, happy, and fulfilled she was. She was already making silent plans on how she was going to fix up their love nest, as she lovingly deposited him at his front door.
Their affair in fact lasted only slightly more than a year. Jake never did involve Melissa; it just did not feel right to him. Liz did purchase and redecorate the bungalow, adding personal touches here and there with an eye towards Jake's comfort. She had the bathroom remodeled to accommodate a large triangular jetted tub. The second bedroom she turned into a masculine study and office for her master. Liz had an expensive stereo system installed and bought a color television for him. Once or twice a week she pampered Jake to her hearts content. Jake in turn had an uncanny ability to unlock her repressed desires. He did to her everything she had ever dreamed of; she got to be a queen and a hooker. She was a naughty schoolgirl and a blushing bride; she packed a life time of experience into that year. In January of 1973, Liz flew off to Europe. Two months later, she was dead; as the tumorous time bomb ticking in her cranium finally exploding.
It was only after her death that Jake learned the full story about the extraordinary woman he had grown to care so much about. Sara's uncle Sid filled him in after the funeral as both men sat crying in the back of a big black limousine. Elizabeth Moran had been born Elizabeth Morano, the daughter of Salvatore Morano. 'Big Sally' Morano was the Don of the mafia family that controlled organized crime in southern New Jersey. After the death of his first wife, Big Sally had married a smart, leggy, blonde dancer from Atlantic City who performed under the name of Bonnie Brewer.
The new Mrs. Morano bore the Don two children, Sidney and Elizabeth -- she had insisted on non-Italian names for their progeny. She also got Big Sally to invest in some legitimate businesses. When son Sidney completed college, he took over a thriving group of companies while his older half-brother Gino ran the family's shady operations. Elizabeth was sent to the finest finishing schools in Switzerland and graduated cum laude from Vassar. After Big Sally's untimely death, reportedly courtesy of the Gambinos, Bonnie Morano moved with her children to Palmdale and changed their name to Moran.
As Sid was finishing up his story, a large swarthy man slipped into the limo. Sid introduced Jake to Gino Morano, shadowy capo régime of the influential Morano syndicate. Gino solemnly shook Jake's hand, looked closely at his face for a few silent moments, and gave him an envelope and a business card. He told Jake the manila envelope was from Liz. The card contained Gino's personal and private telephone number. As Gino exited the car, he told Jake that the family was grateful for him making his sister's last year so good for her. There was no favor that Jake could not ask for, ever. Jake had Sid drop him off at the bungalow; it was the only place he would consider being as he read whatever final message Liz had written for him.
He sat at the kitchen table and tore open the envelope. It contained the deed to the house signed over to him, a bankbook, and a handwritten letter. He read the letter first:
My Dearest Jacob,
Forgive me for running away, my darling, but it was time; I was starting to lose control of my body and did not want anyone, least of all you, to see me that way. I love you Jacob and I am vain enough that I want all your memories of me to be of when I was beautiful and vivacious.
Jacob, there are no words to express how happy you have made my last year. You fulfilled all my fantasies and gave me a sanctuary that I could escape to. When I was with you, the cancer that was slowly sapping my essence was forgotten, incinerated by the passion we shared. Thank you, my love, for the memories; I can lay here in my hospice bed and relive our good times together.
I am giving you our house; no one else could ever appreciate it but you. And I am giving you a little something to help you on the road to realizing your ambitions. Do not grieve for me, Jacob. I am not in pain and I am at peace; but do think about me sometimes, please. Who knows, I may hear your thoughts and smile for you, my true master.
Love,
Liz
Jake wiped at the tears streaming down his face. He carefully folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. He looked at the deed for the house. He would keep it, of course. Throughout the rest of his life he continued to come back to the little house whenever he had serious solitary thinking to do. He always felt Liz's spirit brought tranquility here and gave him extra strength. He flipped open the Palmdale Saving Bank pass book and stared at the only entry, an initial deposit for $1,000,000. He laughed ruefully; he would have readily given the money away for a chance to tell Liz good-bye in person. Jake never spent a dime of the million dollars. The interest on the initial deposit was awarded annually as the Elizabeth Ann Moran scholarship. The scholarships were awarded to young women in the area who wanted an education in the medical field but did not have the resources to go to college.
Jake went to school on Tuesday January 4, 1972 a contented man. His Christmas break had been fantastic and life in general was outstanding. In addition, his arm cast was coming off today. He was whistling a tune that had not been written yet when he cruised into homeroom. Vickie Greer gave him a secret smile as he threw his books on his desk and slipped into his seat. She looked like she was one of the female students pushing the dress code. Her skirt was short and tight and it was obvious she was braless under her sweater. After class, she handed him a note at the door. He read the note on his way to geometry; it said that Bill would like Melissa and him to join them for dinner Wednesday evening.
Beth met him outside the geometry classroom; he had to look twice to make sure it was Beth Owens. She was stylishly dressed, her former straight hippy hairdo replaced with a feminine shoulder length cut that softly curled and framed her features; her granny glasses had given way to contacts. Jake kissed her on the cheek and told her how good she looked. Jake was not the only student who noticed the transformation as they walked to their seats; it was as if swiveling bobble heads had been placed on the shoulders of many students -- both male and female. Beth walked Jake back to his locker as usual; there Erika sidled up as Jake was retrieving his chemistry workbook. Erika must have talked to Vickie Greer about what to wear today; she also had on a miniskirt with a tight top. Everyone must be trying for a new look for the new year Jake guessed.
Jake groaned when someone from the administration office came for him during Mr. McClelland's lecture; his classmates, knowing of his past experiences, laughed at his reaction. When Jake arrived at the office he immediately noticed that the atmosphere was much friendlier than it had been under Skinner's tenure. He was ushered immediately into Ms. Phillips office. Diane stood up to greet him with a tight hug. Jake was slightly embarrassed as there was also another woman in her office.
"Jacob, this is Karen Jessup; I convinced Mr. Greer to transfer her to Kennedy to take over the Guidance Counselor's Office. We have been best friends since college."
Jake shook the proffered hand and looked Ms. Jessup over. She was an attractive woman, albeit a little overweight.
"Do you have to be pretty to be a guidance counselor?" Jake asked.
Both women laughed. "See what I mean, Karen; he is as charming as he is handsome."
Karen eyed Jake speculatively, and perhaps for an unnecessarily long time, "Yes, he is."
Introductions and innuendoes dispensed with, they got down to academic business. Jake's CLEP results were in; he did very well, his lowest score was a more-than-acceptable eighty-five in history, all the others were over ninety. Jake was free to apply for college. Jake was salivating at the idea when Karen made a proposal which caught Jake's attention. She suggested that Jake stay in his high school until the end of the year and work to get his diploma there. She would work up a second semester schedule for him that put him in college prep courses or electives. He could take just the final exams for any other courses required to graduate. If he passed the exams, and took one more varsity sport to get another physical education credit, he could walk across the stage in May with the class of '72 and his family and friends in the audience.
Jake thought it was an excellent plan that would please many people, especially since he could not actually complete all the paperwork and start college until the next fall anyway.
"That's a great and thoughtful idea," he said.
"Good", Karen said, "We are going to have to work together a lot to make this happen. Diane told me how hard it is working one-on-one with you. Are you going to behave yourself?"
"Probably not," Jake replied tersely.
The two women were still laughing when laconic Jake left.
At study hall later that day, Jake helped Rebecca put away books as they caught each other up on what was happening in their lives. Rebecca said she had resubmitted her manuscript incorporating most of the corrections and ideas her editor, Lamonte, suggested. She said he really was a good editor and the rewrite was much better than the original. She hoped to hear something back from the publisher in the next week to ten days. She was also anxiously awaiting the results of the pregnancy test Katie took yesterday. She had the classic morning sickness and had missed her last period but they wanted confirmation from a doctor and laboratory. Jake said he would have his fingers crossed for both of them. Jake told her about the CLEP test results and the creative plan Karen Jessup had come up with. Rebecca was thrilled that he would be staying close for the rest of the school year.
Helen picked him up after school and drove him to the hospital. X-rays confirmed that his wrist had healed so the cast came off. It was a monumental relief for Jake to be rid of that itchy thing. At dinner that night, he updated his parents on what was happening about school and college timelines. He and Melissa had already discussed it and started finalizing their personal plans for the next couple of years. The doorbell rang at seven; Charles answered it and called to Jake. It was Katie; she asked him if he had a few minute to take a ride with her. Jake said yes, told the folks he would be back shortly, and grabbed his jacket.
Katie came through on her promise of doing him in the back seat of her Lincoln Mark II. She was bouncing up and down on his dick when she told him the rabbit died. The Doane baby was due around the middle of July.
The following evening Melissa picked Jake up at five-thirty. She had been cheering at a home basketball game and still had on her uniform. Jake told her she probably had time to change before they needed to go. She gave him an enigmatic smile and said she would be fine as soon as she made a few adjustments for Bill. When they pulled up to the Greers' driveway she shimmied out of the maroon garment that she wore under the short cheerleader's skirt, leaving on her white panties. Then she did the 'remove-the-bra-from-under-the-clothes' trick. Man, Mr. Greer was going to pop his eyeballs when he saw her, thought Jake; she was capital H-o-t. Melissa's firm teenaged breasts swayed provocatively under her sweater as they walked to the door. She pulled her skirt up even further on her waist so that it was noticeably shorter as Jake rang the doorbell.
Jake did not know exactly what to expect when Bill greeted them at the door. He ushered them into the living room and offered them a drink. Melissa asked for white wine, Jake requested iced tea. Bill brought them their drinks; he was casually dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. Vickie walked in from the kitchen wearing a wrap skirt and baggy sweater. She told them dinner would be about fifteen minutes then sat on the arm of Bill's chair. They chatted about school, Bill was aware of the CLEP scores and their outstanding and re-confirmed SAT scores. He told them they were shining examples for the school district. Melissa was sitting next to Jake on the couch with her knees primly together but her skirt showed a lot of skin. Bill was doing his best not to look but his eyes kept dropping to her legs.
Vickie stood up to put supper on the table and Melissa said she would help. When Melissa rose off the couch, she gave Bill a good look up her skirt and smiled at him. Supper was nice, the food was tasty, and the conversation was excellent. After they finished their meal Jake and Melissa both volunteered to help in the kitchen, Vickie said only one of them would be enough. Melissa said if that was the case, she wanted to discuss a project with Bill for an environmental learning project funded by Thornton Development. Jake carried the plates in from the dining room as Vickie ran water into the sink.
"All of my clothes are getting too tight", she said, "I'm going to start wearing maternity clothes next week. Oh, and I'm naked under this skirt."
"Really? I don't think you have the nerve; I better check for my self."
He slipped his hand through the folds of her skirt as she calmly washed dishes. All he felt was skin, no matter where he touched.
"How about under the sweater?" he asked.
"See for yourself," she replied as she ran warm rinse water over a plate.
He did and commented on how big her breasts were becoming.
"Ya, your big Swedish friend better watch out, ya," she said laughing.
Jake did not correct her about Erika's nationality. Jake played with her breasts but did not take it to the point that they could not recover quickly if Melissa and Bill returned. He needed not to have worried, as the Bill and Melissa were deep in conversation arguing the merits of eco-education. The ever-observant Jake, however, noticed the edge of Melissa's white panties sticking out from under the cushion of Bill's chair. On the ride home, Melissa told him she gave Bill a fur show and her panties as a souvenir but did not let things go any farther. They both laughed at the restraint they had shown.
The next day the floor around Ms. Greer's desk was littered with cardboard boxes. She called his name and had him pick up two of them. Groovy, his letterman's jacket was in the big box and his letter sweater was in the smaller one. It might seem ostentatious getting both the sweater and the jacket but he figured this was his only chance at high school glory so he went all out. He slipped on the jacket as he walked out of class feeling like Mr. Jock himself. The jacket was maroon with white sleeves. A white 'K' was attached to the right breast. The 'K' had a brass football stuck to it. The numeral '50' was sewn to the upper right sleeve. He was surprised when he found Melissa and Erika standing outside waiting for him like armed desperadoes waiting to holdup the stagecoach.
"Hand it over, Buster," Melissa said pointing to box with the sweater.
He handed her the box; she took out the sweater and held it up for him to help her don it. It was huge on her -- but she looked cute wearing it. The white sweater had the 'K' in maroon.
"Now the jacket," she continued.
He took off the jacket and she motioned toward Erika. He held it for the big blonde as she slipped her arms into the sleeves. He had to admit she likewise looked adorable in it. They both said thank you and gave him simultaneous kisses on the cheek. They kissed him just as the yearbook photographer came by shooting candids for the annual edition. He snapped the kiss and it became the full-page lead title photograph to start the athletics section of the yearbook. The three of them would end up signing that same photo page hundreds of times. Jake had seen the last of his varsity athlete ensemble. "Geez, only fifteen and already double pussy-whipped," he thought.
Friday was routine until study hall. Jake was talking to Beth, asking her about her plans for the weekend when Rebecca asked to speak with him. She sat down with them and handed Jake the Reader's Digest magazine she had been holding. In response to Jake's questioning look, she told him to check out page fifty-five. Jake dutifully opened the magazine to the specified page and was startled enough to skip a heartbeat. At the top of the page in bold headline type, it said 'Zero to Hero, the Jake Turner Story'. Jake quickly read the three-page article. It even included his football yearbook photo. The one where he was kneeling holding his helmet.
The story was basically a rework of the article that had been printed in the newspaper, but the dramatic incident involving the speaker tower was now included. It was written it the uplifting, slightly moralizing style that was the hallmark of the Reader's Digest. The story was factual but embarrassingly flattering. The byline said 'Sean Johnson' wrote it. Jake was certain that author Sean would turn out to be clever Sven Johansson. Beth took the magazine and avidly read the article. When Beth batted her eyes and said, "My hero", he knew he was going to be catching a lot of crap and good-natured joshing from all directions. When he got in Melissa's 'Vette for the ride home, he gave her the photocopy of the article that Rebecca had made for him. She read it and looked at him. "My hero", she said, batting her eyes. Yep, the anticipated manure was starting to pile up.
Melissa handed the copy of the Digest article to Helen; Helen read it and passed it to his sisters. As the women loudly discussed what they needed to do to keep his head from a fatal swelling, he called Sven. Sven fessed up to being Sean Johnson; he said his college roommate was an editor for the Digest. His old friend thought the uplifting story of Jake's recovery and transformation was right up their alley. The editorial board agreed and had made room in the January issue. Sven said he made enough on the article to buy Erika a car. They chatted some about the new advertising campaign for Turner Furniture and about the newspaper coverage of the ceremonial ground breaking for the new store that happened yesterday. Sven said he would do some things to keep interest in the new store as it was being built. He would do the same for the Tampa location as it came online.
Erika came over at four; she was spending the night again. She still had on Jake's jacket and showed it off to his sisters and Helen. Erika already knew about the article, in fact she had brought along a couple of complimentary copies of the magazine that Sven's friend sent. Since the magazine would not be on the news stands until next week, Helen was happy with the gift. Charles read the article when he got home; he gave Jake a proud hug. Charles told Jake that Scott Hughes' father Darren was coming over that evening to discuss the job Charles had offered him. He was bringing his wife and son with him. As they sat and caught up on the week, Jake's sisters and girlfriends decided on a girls' night out. Angie was in the dumps because Tyler had gone back to school so the other three were going to cheer her up. After supper, they went up to change for an evening of dancing at the Daytona Pier.
The girls came down at quarter till seven. They all looked sharp; they were going to get a lot of attention tonight. The Hughes family arrived at seven. Darren was an older version of Scott before Nan had converted him from nerd to stud. It was a shame that Nan had moved over the Christmas break. Scott's mom Carol was a bright and cheerful woman the polar opposite of her husband and son. Helen took her on a tour of the house while the men sat at the nook and talked computers. Darren recommended Turner install now a system that would handle up to twenty stores. By front-loading their automation requirements, they would not have to upgrade for at least three years. If they leased the equipment, their supplier would probably help them with any upgrades required later. Darren said that a pair of Digital PDP-11 mini-mainframes hooked to a card reader system would be a good choice; one computer would be the backup to ensure they stayed online. They could also use a punched paper tape reader with a terminal at each store to feed information to the computer if Charles wanted information to flow in faster.
Darren accepted the job Charles offered him. The pay was competitive and rampant rumors of lay-offs were making the rounds at Cape Kennedy. The Apollo program was winding down and the space shuttle was years away. Jake and Scott decided to catch up with the girls dancing at the Daytona Pier while the adults shot the breeze. Charles gave Scott the keys to the Olds and the duo dashed.
Hiring Darren Hughes was a great move for Turner Furniture and Appliance. The system he created gave them a real competitive edge because they seldom had an item not be available when a customer wanted it. The inventory control system also saved them money because they could do just-in-time restocking of merchandise. In addition, Charles and, later, he and his management team had daily feedback on sales-by-item allowing them to take immediate advantage of market trends. Darren also went on to automate Thornton Development and TnT. With a little nudging from Jake, Darren and his son Scott would become major players in the computer consulting business. Within ten years, most of the Fortune five hundred was running systems designed by Hughes Computer Consulting.
Scott and Jake walked into the club at the end of the pier at eight-thirty. The fake Ids that Scott had fabricated for them worked; the bouncer took their three dollars and let them in. They immediately spotted the girls on the dance gyrating around. Erika spotted them and informed the other girls. As soon as the song ended, the girls ditched their disappointed dance partners, grabbed Jake and Scott, and pulled them onto the dance floor. Angie and Debbie danced with Scott while Melissa and Erika danced with Jake. It was a fun evening. At ten-thirty Jake had Scott call his parents and ask if he could crash at Jake's. They consented, so the six partied on until the club closed at midnight. It appeared that the therapy was working on Angie as she chatted, laughed, danced nearly every dance, and was clearly having fun. Debbie seemed to have taken a shine to Scott and was putting some serious moves on him. Erika and Melissa were making Jake the envy of every guy in the place as they made it obvious that they were a threesome.
Back at the house, Jake got Scott set up in the guestroom
long-abandoned by Melissa. Angie went to bed as soon as they got home,
a little woozy from the three beers she had consumed. Jake, Erika and
Melissa called it a night at one, leaving Scott and Debbie who were
still talking animatedly in the family room. Melissa and Erika tried to
smother him with flesh when he crawled into bed. Jake wished he knew
what it was about dancing that made women horny -- not that he was
complaining.