Chapter 7
July was a busy month. Charles Turner found a large warehouse three blocks from his store; Rafe, Jake, and the other delivery crews moved furniture to it between their regular deliveries. Once the large storage room in back of the furniture store was cleaned out, a crew of carpenters started to remodel it into additional showroom space. Charles moved his commercial and personal accounts to Palmdale Saving and Loan; Helen transferred her trust fund there also. Helen's fund was larger than she thought and Jack Sorenson's bank issued Turner Furniture a six hundred thousand dollar line of credit. Charles' business skills allowed him to negotiate favorable terms with three major appliance distributors and orders were placed. The plan called for having a three-month supply of furniture and appliances on hand in the large warehouse. The store would close for ten days with a grand reopening set for August tenth. The schedule was tight but workable.
Jake's exercise program continued unabated. Angie had improved beyond his ability to instruct her. Their speed and distance ratcheted up a notch at Angie's urging. The self-confidence she gained by her success in running showed up in the way she carried herself. Gone was the shy teenager who had blushed at Jake seeing her bra. Present was a flame haired vixen who insisted on the same progress inspections her sister received. Her tentative kisses became passionately demanding. She relished Jake's touch and loved to grind herself against him. Jake would need to have a talk with her soon, before she got out of hand.
Debbie became a hot little hard-body. She bought a smaller bikini and caused quite a stir at the beach. She upped the ante on Jake's reward to show her appreciation. She loved to straddle him while he was lifting, and grind against him. She insisted that Jake feel as well as see her progress. She was ripe and ready for Jake to take her further.
Somehow, Jake became his sisters' fashion adviser. They modeled their outfits for his approval before each date and dressed the way he liked whenever they went somewhere with him. Jake liked them to look feminine, wholesome, and innocently sexy. Both girls started to wear little sundress most of the time. Helen loved the changes in her daughters, and was thrilled that Jake had gotten Angie out of her shell. Charles was blissfully ignorant of the changes. He just assumed they were still his little darlings in dresses as they had been when they were ten.
Jake called Jody for a date in mid-July. She was nonplused when Jake explained that she had to pick him up because he did not have a license. Jody was a sophomore at Stetson University and was chagrined that the guy she was hot for was only a sophomore in high school. She would definitely have to keep his age under wraps; but it was not a show stopper. She was deeply curious as to why all those girls and women were all over him. She shivered as she remembered how they all seemed ready to jump his bones right there in the Steak and Shake parking lot. She was no virgin, but she could not imagine being that hot for some guy, maybe Jake could stir her imagination.
It was Saturday night and Charles was reading the paper when the doorbell rang. For some reason the Turner women had made themselves scarce; he opened the door to find a small attractive girl standing on the porch. She extended her hand.
"I'm Jody Marks and I'm here to pick up Jake for our date," she said.
Charles introduced himself and called upstairs to Jake. Jake bounded down the stairs and he and Jody walked out of the house. Jake whistled at the car Jody was driving. It was a 1971 Sedan de Ville, probably the biggest regular passenger car ever made.
"Don't laugh, my car is in the shop, and I had to borrow my dad's land-yacht," said Jody.
"Your dad must either work for the mob or be a pimp," Jake joked.
She hit him in the arm and replied, "For your information he is a funeral director and he uses this car at work".
They climbed in the cavernous interior and took off. Jake took Jody to a nice restaurant. As they got better acquainted, Jake was impressed with her intelligence. She was amazed at the wide range of topics he could keep up with. She had never had a date with someone she could talk to about the things that interested her. After dinner, Jake suggested a movie but, to his surprise, Jody drove them straight to a secluded place on the beach. She parked and slid across the wide seat.
"So tell me, lover boy, what do all those women see in you?" she purred.
Fifteen minutes later, shaken and stirred, she had her answer. She was naked in the back seat of her father's car moaning through her third orgasm while Jake still had his pants on. Jake removed his face from her bush and shucked down his trousers and jockeys. He opened a condom, moved between her knees, and poised himself above her small compact body. She was hot, wet, and ready -- he slid home in one stroke. Jake pushed her knees back to her breasts and stroked her to two more orgasms. Then he dismounted and ate her again; she came as he sucked her clit and massaged her g-spot. Jake rolled them over and sat her upright. Her eyes were scrunched shut in concentration and she moved around on top of him until she found a stroke she liked. Jake palmed one of her apple-sized breasts and held on for the ride. The back seat of the Deville was long and wide; it was like fucking on a couch. Jody was agile and limber; she folded herself into positions he did not think were possible. It was the most athletic fuck of either of his lives.
By 10:30, her conversion was complete; she was dreamily snuggled up to his side as he drove her father's Cadillac into the Steak and Shake parking lot.
Of course, Jake still saw Sara and Cindy.
Cindy was his sweetheart and everyone thought they were an adorable young couple. Jake was astonished that all the other females in his life were constantly conspiring to get them together. They had progressed to some heavy making-out, but Jake did not push to take things any further. It was Sara who found a way to get them some quality time together alone.
Sara went to the Sorenson's house in her nurse's uniform with Christopher in tow. She introduced herself to Jack and Theresa and suggested, if they did not mind, she wanted to ask Cindy to be her backup baby sitter. The older Sorenson's did not mind, so Cindy was called down stairs and asked directly. Christopher looked at her adoringly, and Sara had been great to her, so she said yes. Sara thanked them all and went home to plot some the details.
Sara arranged to pick up Jake, supposedly for dinner Friday evening, at seven. She called the Sorenson's to see if Cindy could baby-sit for three hours. Cindy could and Sara told her that she would be there at six-thirty to pick her up and would bring her home by ten. The surprise plan was in motion.
Cindy was playing Lincoln logs with Christopher when Sara brought a very shocked Jake into the house. Sara grabbed Christopher and said she had forgotten that she had to meet Christopher Sr. to discuss day-care for their son. Out the door they went.
Jake recovered from the shock first, "I think we have been set up".
Cindy had a huge smile on her face. They hurriedly picked up Christopher's toys and sat together on the couch. Jake put his arm around her and she turned her face up for a kiss. When their lips parted, Cindy gave him a sad look.
"Why don't you ever try to touch me? Don't you find me desirable?"
Jake looked at her in amazement. "I find you very desirable," he said. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. But I don't want to force you into anything you are not ready for."
She took his hand, put it on her breast, and said, "Then I'll have to force you into something that I am ready for."
Jake felt her breast through her shirt and then slid his hand under it. He unclasped her bra and stroked her naked flesh. Cindy was in heaven. His hands on her felt even better than she had imagined when she masturbated. When he lifted her shirt and sucked her nipples she came. Jake stopped the session after her orgasm and held her. She thanked him over and over for the most awe-inspiring experience of her life.
Cindy's clothes were straightened out and Jake was lying on the couch with his head in her lap when Sara arrived. Christopher was still with his dad. Sara admitted to her duplicity with a huge grin. They all piled into Sara's car and Jake ducked down in the back seat when they dropped off Cindy.
Jake rewarded Sara by tying her to a chair and eating her until she had that rare squirting orgasm. Then he sent her on wobbly legs for the baby oil.
The last day of July was Rafe and Jake's last day as a delivery team. At Jake's urging, Charles had promoted Rafe to the new position of warehouse manager. With so much inventory and with it at a location away from the store, Charles could no longer control it himself. Rafe had been a supply sergeant in the Army so he was well-qualified for the job. Jake 'retired' and became a paid advisor to his dad.
Jake had the idea of announcing the grand reopening with a series of commercials to be shown during the local evening news on all three channels seen in Palmdale. His idea was for a well-dressed woman to walk among the furniture and appliances while talking about the new TFA Superstore. The only problem was finding a local celebrity that would do them justice. After considering and rejecting most of the local newswomen, and idea struck Jake like the lightening bolt that put him here. Helen Turner would be perfect -- she was poised, elegant, and her voice had a quality you could not ignore. In addition, she would personalize the commercials because it was her store.
Once Charles and Jake talked her into it, she proved to be a natural. She glided through the store extolling the wide selection, she spoke earnestly about how customer service was to be their hallmark, and she stressed the time-saving convenience of being able to buy everything from the bedroom set to the linen in one place. She made you want to buy everything she touched.
After ten days of round-the-clock effort, the day of the grand reopening arrived. The Turners pulled up to the store an hour before the scheduled opening and were flabbergasted by what they found. The parking lot was jammed with cars. People were lined up from the door to the corner of the building. Two TV crews were filming the chaos. Charles and Jake cleared a path through the crowd and opened the doors. Charles decided to let everyone in so they would not have to stand in the August sun for another hour. Helen was recognized and soon surrounded by women wanting advice and autographs. Even with the additional sales staff Charles had hired, the Turner kids had to be pressed into service as sales associates. At 9:00 that night the last customer was finally gone and everyone slumped in exhaustion. It had been beyond anyone's wildest expectations.
The bedlam continued for most of the week. By close of business Saturday, they had already sold 40% of their three-month inventory. Jack Sorenson had sent three loan officers in to help process credit applications, they were doing an unbelievably brisk business. Account holders at his bank were given a 10% discount on purchases financed with Palmdale Saving and Loan and 15% discounts were given to those who both opened an account and financed furniture. The entire Turner Family worked all week, open to close. Business was still brisk the following week but new staff had been hired and procedures were in place to lessen the confusion. Charles was hugely satisfied; it would only take him three weeks to pay for his entire inventory and a good part of his construction costs. He was already thinking of making the store even bigger.
The Turners took a well-deserved rest on Sunday. After church, they lazed around all day excitedly talking about the unbelievable week. They teased Helen about her fan club and Charles about his sudden status as a tycoon. Charles told the girls that they deserved a reward for their efforts.
"We want a swimming pool!" they said in unison.
Monday, Jake and Angie finally got to run. They did seven miles with Jake hard-pressed to keep up with Angie's ground eating strides. They walked into the garage panting for breath. Locking the door behind her Angie immediately stripped off her shirt and, surprisingly, reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Jake still had his sweat-soaked shirt partly over his head when she threw herself against him.
"Running makes me feel so good," she said. "And you haven't kissed or touched me in over a week."
Jake managed to get his shirt off and take care of both her complaints.
Half and hour later, Jake was sitting at the nook table once again thinking about the bizarre twist his life had taken. He accepted the fact that he was in this new body permanently and had to admit that he couldn't have dreamed up a life as good as the one he now lived. What made him curious now was how easy it was for him to get people to do what he wanted them to do. He seemed to know just what would work on each person so when he suggested something it usually happened. Jake was beginning to think that when his mind entered this body he somehow accessed more brain function than the norm. He knew he operated on a much higher mental state than he had in his previous life and he was pretty damned sharp then. He decided that he would keep testing the limits of what he could accomplish.
Jake's musing was interrupted by Debbie.
"Jake, me and Angie are going to the beach; want to come with us?
"No, Sweetie; but thanks for asking me -- I need to do a little planning for dad," he replied.
Debbie nodded her understanding and went up to change. A few minutes later, both girls bounced down the stairs. Jake stood up and checked them out. They were dressed in shorts and bikini tops and looked terrific. Jake stood between them and put an arm around their waists. Then he kissed each of them thoroughly and slapped their bottoms.
"You two are going to break a lot of hearts today," he said. "I love you both; be careful and have fun."
Helen entered the kitchen just as Jake was sitting back down. He noticed with interest that she was wearing a little tennis skirt and a tee-shirt. She grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
"Jacob, do you have a minute to talk to me?" she asked.
She was not speaking in her mom voice so he could have said no.
"Sure, what's on your mind?" he replied.
"I spent some time with your sisters this morning while they were getting ready for the beach. I am amazed at how they, I mean, how you all have changed this summer," she said.
"Maybe we are just growing up," Jake offered.
"Maybe," she conceded, "three months ago you were an obnoxious little shit that nobody liked and your sisters hated. Now you are a parent's dream come true and your sisters worship you. Your father is so proud of you and so am I; you have become the son we despaired of ever having."
"Thanks for saying that; but I'm just trying to do the best I can and maybe undo some of the harm I've caused," Jake said.
"We are way past that now. Anyway, when I was in Deborah's room I could not believe how good she looked. She is so fit and healthy she glows. Three months ago, she was selfish and self-absorbed. Now she is completely the opposite. And Angela has gone from a gangly shy introvert to a self-assured young woman. Some of that may be from maturing but most of it is because of you."
"Gosh mom, you're making me blush," Jake kidded. "But seriously, I think the most I have done is let them find what was in them all along."
"Could be," Helen said noncommittally; then she continued, "At any rate I saw how good Deborah looked and I want to look that way also. Can you fit another student into your workouts?"
Jake hesitated and then said, "Sure but I have some unusual training techniques that might make you uncomfortable".
Helen laughed, "I know all about them and they are unorthodox to say the least. Your sisters share most everything with me so I know about 'thank you rewards', inspections, and checking for chaffing."
"How do you feel about that stuff?" Jake asked.
"Well, after thinking about it, I saw you had found a way to motivate your sisters and a way for them to find themselves as sexual creatures some place besides the back seat of a car. They told me that you do not push them about sex and they usually initiate things. They also said you never let things get out of hand."
"Okay, lady, you now have a personal trainer. But be warned -- you are going to get the same treatment; now go put on some workout clothes and meet me in the garage."
Jake was in the garage when his mom strode in. She locked the door and turned to face Jake.
"All right, lets see what we have so work with. Take off your shorts and shirt," said Jake.
Without a hint of embarrassment, Helen stripped to her underwear. She had a good figure that had held up well to the ravages of gravity, time, and childbirth. He noticed her pubic hairs did not show and the insides of her thighs looked freshly shaved. Her ass and breasts sagged some and she had a small tummy with a few stretch marks on it, but overall she looked damn good. Jake poked and prodded; he felt her ass and hefted her breasts. Satisfied, he stepped back; Helen, who had stood stoically throughout his inspection, got dressed. Jake wrote down what exercises, weight, and number of repetitions he wanted her to do. He showed her each exercise and kept her on it until her form was correct, then moved to the next. He had her using more weights than Debbie to help her gain muscle and, in general, her workout was more difficult than Debbie's. Finally, they were finished and Helen slumped back on the weight bench with a groan. Jake was admiring her beauty when the strangest thought entered his head.
"Elliot was your father's name," he stated.
Helen's eyes shot open. "Jacob, you are starting to remember," she said.
That is impossible, he thought, but aloud he said, "I guess; it just popped into my head. I look like him, don't I?"
"Yes you do. You remind me of him more every day. He was killed in the Korean War," Helen said sadly.
"What was he like?"
"Well he looked like you and me, he was Irish, -- my maiden name was Buckley. Someone once said that he could charm the birds out of the trees. He loved the ladies but never remarried after my mother died. And the ladies loved him, he had them falling all over him, sometimes two or three at a time. And, like you, they would do anything for him. When I first saw you after you woke from the coma I swear it was his eyes looking at me. When he died I moved down from Boston to live with my aunt and uncle here in Palmdale."
"Wow, he must have been quite a guy; I wish I had met him," Jake said.
Helen replied, "The way you are I think you are carrying a lot of him in you."
"Do you want to work out together with Debbie and me or do you want private lessons? Jake asked.
"Lets keep them private for now. I want to look better before I workout with Miss Perfect Body. Will that be too much trouble for you?"
He told her no and also said she needed to start walking for at least forty-five minutes every night or every other night. When the pool was installed she could swim, the important thing was to raise her heart rate. He advised her to take Dad so he got some exercise too.
How, Jake wondered, did he know with such clarity about Elliot Buckley? He went up to his room and lay on his bed. He cleared his mind then started searching it for traces of its former occupant. There were still no memories of Jake before the coma.
Jody called Jake that evening and asked if he could go out with her Wednesday, her next night off. He agreed and she said she would pick him up at seven. When she arrived at the door Jake answered it. Waiting inside was Helen and his sisters. The look on her face was priceless as Jake told her the whole story. Jody finally laughed, and admitted it was a good hoax even if she had been the victim. During the fifteen minutes while they all chatted, Jake noticed Jody checking out his mom and sisters, she especially seemed to like looking at Debbie. He filed that away for future reference. Jody was back to driving her Volkswagen Beetle so he thought sex was out. Jody had other plans, however, and took him to her house. Her folks were visiting a relative in Jacksonville and would be gone for two more days.
Jody loved oral sex -- giving it and receiving it. They were in a sixty-nine with her on top the first time Jake fingered her tight little anus. He thought she would go nuts; she squealed, thrust her ass back against his finger, and then ground her pussy on his face. Sensing her need, he flipped her over and pulled her ass up in the air. He spread her butt cheeks and attacked her pussy and asshole with his tongue. Jody made little whimpering noises and said his name repeatedly as he ate her. Finally, she fell face first onto the bed, worn out from coming. Jake lay beside her stoking her back.
"I thought you were going to put it in my butt; I've never done that and the thought of it scares me," Jody said.
"I won't take your ass till you ask me to," Jake promised. "Now tell me, have you ever been with a girl or do you just want to try it."
She looked at him sharply and said, "What are you talking about? I'm not a lesbian."
Jake moved his hand down to her pussy, "I know you aren't, but I think you might be bisexual. I think that's sexy. I saw you checking out Debbie; she is hot, isn't she?"
Jake was lightly rubbing her clit. Jody wondered how he knew her so well after only being together twice. Her mind flashed back to his sister. The image of Debbie's body made her pulse quicken; thinking about her standing there in that sundress was heating Jody up as much as Jake's touch.
"She is very attractive," Jody conceded.
"Yes, she is; her body is like a sculpture, and can you imagine what playing with those firm breasts would feel like?"
"Oh!" was all Jody could manage as her pussy clenched.
"And I bet she would taste as good as she looks; her skin is so silky smooth," Jake continued teasing her.
Jody saw a vision of a naked Debbie underneath her, Jody's lips fastened to her nipple.
She rolled over on top of Jake and, after he put on a condom, slid
down onto his cock. She was on fire. "Tell me more," she said
breathlessly as she began a slow rocking movement.