Chapter 9

The first day of school found Jake at new student orientation. He was one of about 300 incoming tenth graders. About fifteen lines were formed behind desks displaying one or more letters of the alphabet. Jake was slowly moving to the front of the T-U-V line. A few of his prospective classmates made eye contact and Jake gave them a little wave. He would have to make sure his sisters got the word out about his amnesia. He was not looking forward to explaining his memory loss to however many friends and acquaintances he might run into. Jake finally made it to the front of the line and picked up his class schedule and a map.

Next, he made his way to the football sign-up table. For positions desired, he listed tight end and line backer. He went to each of his abbreviated classes and picked up his books. He could live with his class load. He was not in advanced placement classes but he was not in anything remedial either. He figured he would let his schoolwork decide his place for him.

At a quarter past two, he hoofed it over to the gym for the first football meeting. The three coaches passed out practice schedules and equipment requirements. The head coach, Brian Nelson, explained that their first game was in two weeks so tryouts and practices would be long and brutal. Cuts would be made daily and the final tryout would be Saturday. The roster of players who made the team would be posted next Monday morning. Everyone had four days to prove themselves. The John F. Kennedy High School Panthers were not a football powerhouse but had won five games the year before and had a large contingent of retuning starters for this year. Their first game would be on Friday night, seventeen days from now.

Brian Nelson was a former Marine and University of Florida football player. Coach Nelson was big, fit, and a no-nonsense leader. He believed that character was as important as skill. He was Jake's kind of guy. Nelson was starting his third year at Kennedy where he also served as the men's physical education teacher. He was well respected by the students and faculty and, being single, was considered the faculty hunk. The improvement in the football program during his short tenure had expectations high for the coming season. Jake liked him immediately.

Angie was waiting for him after practice. Jake was casually talking to a couple of his fellow hopefuls when she called him. He excused himself and headed towards the Falcon. Angie looked good and Jake was not the only one who noticed. He received some good-natured ribbing tinged with envy. Angie gave him a dazzling smile and a hug. He heard a few groans behind him as he jumped into the car and headed out. Angie blushed when Jake told her how good she looked and how his teammate had verified his opinion.

Wednesday was the first full day of school. Jake thought he was going to enjoy most of his classes. For the most part his teachers seemed conscientious and capable. His English teacher especially struck him as noteworthy. She was in her early thirties and, although probably attractive, her conservative dress and hairstyle made her appear stern and severe. Nevertheless, she was passionate about her subject and to Jake her passion was infectious. Her name was Mrs. Greer. Jake resolved to get to know her better.

Football practice was all that Coach Nelson promised. After warming up, the players were divided into backs and linemen. The first order of business was wind sprints. Ten players at a time were lined up on the 40-yard line. A coach in the end zone blew a whistle and the group sprinted towards him. He took the name of the winner of each sprint then the players did a lap and rejoined the group at midfield. Groups of ten were mixed after each sprint and they did it again. Jake was mildly surprised that he was the fastest of the linemen. He knew he could run for distance but he did not know he could run for speed. After all, his only competition had been Angie and he could barely keep ahead of her. She was going to be a very pleasant surprise for the track coach.

After wind sprints had everyone huffing and puffing, conditioning drills began. Coach Nelson's military background became apparent from the exercises he used. Eight count pushups, mountain climbers, bent leg sit-ups, and the rest of the daily dozen were gone through until five or six guys just quit. Finally satisfied that anyone who was going to quit already had, coach divided the team into offense and defense. Agility drills were the next order of business; the assistant coaches were making notes on clipboards and constantly asking players their names while writing furiously. They stopped asking Jake his name after a couple of times and began calling on him to repeat some of the drills.

The torture continued for another hour then they were assembled on the quarter-mile track that surrounded the field. Cloth numbers were handed out and the coaching staff plus some students each took five players and wrote down their numbers. It was similar to the procedure used for the run portion of the military physical fitness test. Coach explained that the players should set a pace that would allow them to run as far as they could. They had to make sure the person who had their number recorded each lap they completed. When they could run no further they would take a seat in the bleachers until everyone finished.

When everyone was set, a whistle blew and they were off. Jake set a nice moderate pace for himself that put him in the middle of the pack. Some of the more fit guys took off like jack rabbits but Jake was in it for the long haul. After a half-mile, the fast starters were falling back into the pack and runners started dropping out at the fourth lap. By the two-mile mark, the group had shrunk by half and Jake and a familiar looking black kid were out front. The two ran silently, matching each other stride for stride. After four miles only a handful of runners were left and coach blew his whistle. The black guy looked at Jake, grinned, and then took of sprinting. Jake tore out after him. They finished the lap with Jake two steps behind and fell into the grass beside the track. Gasping for breath Jake held out his hand:

"Jake Turner." He introduced himself.

The other runner shook the offered hand, "Ray..." he started.

"Robinson?" Jake finished for him.

The coached walked by and told them good job as they joined the team in the bleachers. Coach had a meeting with his lap counters and moved in front of the assembled players.

"If I call your name please report to Coach Davis." He said, pointing to one of his assistants.

The people who did not finish two miles trudged to coach Davis to get the bad news. Coach Nelson told the players remaining they had done a good job and real practice would start tomorrow. He had effectively weed out a third of the hopefuls in one day. Jake was impressed by the coached organizational skills. He headed to the showers with Ray to fill in the curious young man in on how he knew his name.

Debbie was waiting for Jake when he left the gym. She had changed into a short little sundress that showed off her buff body. She made an issue of calling for Jake by name and waving. All eyes were on him as he made his way to her car. She gave him a big hug and waved to the guys gaping at her. Once they were out of the parking lot she turned to her brother.

"We girls have cooked up a little scheme to start your high school career off with a reputation," she said.

After dinner and a description of his day, Jake did his homework with his sisters at the dining room table (a tradition instituted by their father when they were in grammar school). Then he hit the bed, dead tired.

The following day Jake continued to familiarize himself with life as a student. He had gym for the first time but got to slide on most of the activities because of football practice. He did check out the gym and found some weight lifting equipment, a heavy punching bag, and a speed bag hidden away in a corner. His study hall was in the library and today he met the librarian for the first time. She was petite with short blonde hair. She was very prim and proper but Jake thought he saw a kindred spirit in her. Her nameplate said she was Miss Doane. He asked her about library procedures and she warmed to his interest in her domain. He saw a copy of Eric Segal's 'Love Story' on the desk.

Pointing to the book he said, "If love is never saying you are sorry, why are we so often sorry we fell in love?"

She gaped at him in astonishment as he walked away. She knew what he was talking about all too well.

Football practice was grueling but productive that day. The remaining players were issued pads, helmets, and practice uniforms. After the obligatory conditioning exercises, the coach introduced them to the torture of grass drills. Grass drills involved running in place until the whistle blew as your signal to drop to the ground on your stomach. Coach would then yell a command or exercise for you to do until the whistle sounded for you to jump up and run in place again. Coach was endlessly creative in his cruelty.

Things improved when they were broken down into offensive and defensive squads. Out came the blocking sleds and tackling dummies. For the first time they were playing football. Jake worked out with both squads but his heart was on the defense. Jake asked to try out for middle linebacker and, because there was not a returning starter in the position, he was given the okay. The current focus of high school football was on the ground game, so Coach Nelson played a six man defensive line with three line-backers and two safeties. The middle linebacker's job was to go after the ball; he had no opposing player to cover and no assigned area to patrol.

On offense, Jake practiced full speed. He hustled on every play and did not shirk his turn no matter what they were doing. He ran pass routes and caught the ball fairly well; he was no Lance Allworth, but he did not drop many. He noticed coach looking at him quizzically and wondered what his problem was. The coach motioned him to the sidelines.

Glancing at his clipboard, he put a football in Jake's right hand and said, "Turner, throw this to the quarterback."

Jake sailed a tight spiral to Brad Simmons who stood about thirty yards away. Jake did not understand this drill; he was not a quarterback and did not want to be one. Coach handed him another ball and Jake started to throw it.

"Throw it left-handed," the coach said.

Jake shrugged, changed hands, and fired another spiral.

"That's what's been driving me crazy", coach said "you're ambidextrous."

Jake was flabbergasted.

"Yea, I guess I am," he said

That might explain some things, thought Jake; in his former life he was left handed, stupid young Jake must have been right handed. Jake would digest this tidbit later. He got a chance to talk with Ray Robinson and asked about his folks. Ray said that they were great and the family was buying a bigger house now that they had two incomes. Practice ended with eight laps. With a fixed distance announced Jake and Ray took off at a gallop; they lapped most of the others and Ray beat Jake to the finish line by a couple of strides. After showers, Jake walked out of the gym. He was amused that his ride today was Jody. She saw him as he walked to the car and got out. She was wearing a denim mini and a tight tee-shirt without a bra. She hurtled into his arms and stuck her tongue down his throat right in front of his teammates.

At school Friday, Jake started to get his rhythm. He received back some of his homework assignments with positive comments. He took two quizzes he felt good about and answered some questions from Mrs. Greer about Shakespeare in a way that pleased her. At study hall, Miss Doane sought him out in the stacks, as he was looking at a book of sonnets for lit class.

"What do you know about love to be so cynical?" She asked.

"I'm not cynical." Jake replied. "I'm a romantic; it just seems to me that most of the time love can make you feel worse than it can make you feel good. You wonder why we continue to fall in love knowing that most of the time one or both people wind up miserable."

'That was very insightful Jacob; as a fellow romantic with a little more experience, I can tell you that the ups and downs of love give life meaning," she said.

"Better to have loved and lost..." Jake said.

She replied, "Exactly."

The football team was about at its playing strength. Only seven more cuts were necessary to meet the 35-man roster limit. After thirty minutes of Coach Nelson's conditioning torture, the offense and defense squared off at the 50-yard line and started learning plays. Nelson would huddle the offense and go over the play; since most of the offense was composed of returning starters, they knew his system. The offense would walk through the play, then run it against the defense at half speed until they had it down. Jake was alternated at tight end and, to his surprise, split end. He was okay working with the offense at half speed but he wanted to be on defense for scrimmages. He asked coach about it and was told that when he learned the offense he could stay with the defense more.

His ride that day pulled up in her candy Apple Red Mustang GT right as most of the team hit the exit. Helen stepped out of her car showing a lot of leg in her tennis outfit. Her new figure was apparent in the short skirt and tight top. Hair loose and flowing across one shoulder and eyes hidden behind large sunglasses, she looked half her age. Forty pairs of eyes were riveted on her including two of the assistant coaches. She waved at Jake and he started towards her.

"Man don't you know any ugly women?" Ray asked.

"Only you guys," Jake replied.

Saturday's practice started early so Coach Nelson cranked up the conditioning to almost a full hour. Then it was onto the practice field for individual instruction. Lineman went with one assistant, linebackers and safeties went with another, and backs worked with Coach Nelson. The individual instruction was also an evaluation to try to come up with starters. Jake started with the offensive backs and receiver group running pass routes and showing his receiving skills. He was then moved over to the linemen to block one-on-one with a defensive player. Finally, he worked with the linebackers on fending off blocks and moving laterally along the line of scrimmage. The final hour of practice was a three-quarter speed run through plays called in the huddle by Brad. On offense, Jake held his own and made the plays expected of him. But on defense, he was everywhere; he had a nose for the ball and was in on nearly every play. The offense grumbled that he knew the plays from playing with them but they all knew that his strength and speed were what got him to the ball. Laps and showers were a welcomed break. The players were pumped up and laughed and joked about who was doing what (or who) that night.

Soon enough Jake was hitting the exit wondering about his ride home. He questions were answered when he saw his team stopped dead in their tracks gaping at Sara leaning against the gleaming black Chevelle. There would be some sticky sheets in Palmdale tonight. She had on a red leather mini skirt and a matching vest held together with laces across her unfettered breasts. She had done her make-up trick and looked like the hottest eighteen-year old in town.

Coach Nelson was at the door looking at what was causing such a commotion.

"Is she here for you?" he asked Jake.

"Yes sir."

"Turner, you are my hero," laughed the coach.

Sara waited until Jake was at the car then tossed him the keys and pulled his head down for a steamy kiss. Without even a glance at his teammates, he slid into the drivers seat, fired up engine, and pulled out of the lot.

At three o'clock, Jake was sitting on Debbie's bed while she put away her laundry.

"How did it feel kissing Jody?" he asked.

"Am I admitting to being a lesbian if I say I liked it?" she asked in reply.

"Nope. A lot of women are bisexual; I'm pretty sure Jody is. I think you are too, or at least curious about it. Its no big deal, as long as you don't start stalking every woman you see," he told her.

"Then I'll admit that it turned me on. It scares me sometimes how aggressive I get when it comes to sex. I don't want to get a reputation but I am horny all the time. Thank god for you baby brother," she said.

"How would you like to go out with me and Sara tonight and see what we can stir up?" Jake said.

"What do you mean stir up?" Debbie asked.

"Just follow my lead and you'll see," he said.

Jake called Sara and asked if she wanted to go to the movies with him and Debbie. Sara agreed. Jake told her to wear a little dress and stockings and they would pick her up at six.

At five after six, Jake walked Sara out to his dad's Olds 98. Debbie got out to let Sara sit in the middle, then slid in next to her. Jake took them to a pizza place and they made small talk as they ate. After dinner, Jake took them to the movies. Sara looked at Jake questioningly when he pulled into the drive in theater.

"French Connection", he said, "I missed it at the regular theater".

They parked near the back and Jake went for popcorn and sodas. When he returned he pulled the seat up and said let's sit in the backseat where it is more comfortable. They switched seats but kept Sara in the middle. When the lights dimmed Jake turned Sara towards him and kissed her; Sara struggled a little until Jake whispered in her ear.

"Loosen up little slave girl, she knows about us. She wants to watch."

Sara melted in his arms and glued her lips to his. He moved his hand up to cup her breast. Sara moaned into his mouth and shivered.

"Wow, little brother, it sure looks like she knows how to kiss," Debbie said.

Sara cringed in embarrassment but her cunt clinched at the same time.

'She's great," agreed Jake.

Sara buried her face in his shoulder; she was getting extremely aroused by them talking about her as if she was not there.

"Do you think she can show me how to kiss like that?' Debbie asked.

"I'm sure she'd be happy too," said Jake.

Jake turned Sara around by her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "'Anytime, anything' you said. I want this now".

Sara was mortified as Jake pushed her towards Debbie. Debbie put her hand behind Sara's head and pulled her face in for a kiss. Sara gasped at the contact and both women were surprised at how good the other's lips felt. Sara parted her lips and Debbie pushed her tongue between them. Sara hardly protested when Debbie started feeling her breasts. True to her nature, Debbie was all over the softly yielding Sara. Debbie turned Sara back to Jake and Sara fell against him.

Her lips to his ear Sara said, "Oh, Jacob, she is making me so hot."

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself but you have to reciprocate," he whispered back.

Jake kissed her and unbuttoned her dress to the waist. Then he turned her back to Debbie. Sara moved against Debbie on her own volition and sought the younger girls lips. Debbie put her hand inside Sara's bra and pinched her nipple. Sara gasped and pushed her tit harder into Debbie's hand. Debbie took her hint and pinched harder. Jake watched in amazement as his sister mauled the willing Sara.

Jake hopped over the seat, fired up the big Oldsmobile, and drove as fast as the law allowed to Sara's house; the women were still in the back seat almost oblivious to him. Jake opened the door with Sara's key; the women hastily rearranged their clothes, and scampered into the house. Jake shut and locked the door. By the time he got to the living room, Debbie had Sara on the couch in a lip lock. Jake took their hands, pulled them into the bedroom, and pushed them onto the bed. He got in beside Sara, opposite Debbie, and started removing Sara's dress. She broke contact with Debbie's lips just long enough to shrug out of her dress. In a flash, Jake had her bra and panties off. Debbie rolled on top of the now naked nurse and grabbed Sara's nipples again. She twisted and rolled the hard distended buds as Sara whimpered in bliss.

Jake started pulling Debbie's clothes off the same way he had Sara's. He whispered for Debbie to put her finger in Sara's dripping snatch. Debbie trailed her hand down Sara's body and inserted a finger forcefully into her slit. Jake grabbed Sara's hands and held them to the bed above her head and Sara shot her hips into the air to capture more of Debbie's probing digit. Jake held up two fingers and Debbie slipped in another. Sara climaxed loudly but Debbie kept finger-fucking her through her orgasm. Jake held up two more fingers and Debbie nodded. She soon had all four fingers squishing into Sara's clasping wetness. Jake slipped out of bed but Sara's hands stayed above her he as if he still held them. He retrieved the baby oil from the bathroom and, reassuming his position, squirted it on Sara's glistening pussy lips and Debbie's hand. When Debbie looked at him questioningly, he held up his hand, fingers together and thumb tucked into his palm. Debbie's eyes widen in understanding and she quickly did as her brother instructed and looked up at him again. Jake twisted his hand back and forth slightly and moved it forward. Debbie gave him an evil grin, then bent to her task.

Even though Debbie's hand was small, it took some effort to get it in Sara's tight channel. Sara helped all she could; her legs were splayed out as wide as she could get them. She had her knees bent and her feet flat on the mattress to give her leverage to push her pussy against Debbie's invading hand. Finally, it slid home and Debbie smiled triumphantly at Jake. Then Sara started to cum. It was amazing; her back arched and she bridged off the bed until only the back of her head and the soles of her feet were touching the mattress. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. Sara's hips humped up two or three times and then fell back to the bed. She drew a ragged breath and shivered.

Debbie slowly withdrew her hand and she and Jake lay beside Sara, caressing her. While Sara recovered, Jake stripped off his clothes and lay down so Debbie was in the middle. Debbie was horny! She turned her head and fastened her lips to his like a leech; her tongue was licking all around the inside of his mouth. Jake rolled her onto her back and started stroking her tight young body. He cupped her breast and felt another hand join his. He looked across Debbie and saw that Sara was recovered and was nibbling on his sister's neck. As soon as his lips left Debbie's, Sara took his place. Debbie didn't want any more foreplay; she grabbed a handful of Sara's hair and tugged her head toward her snatch. Sara needed no other encouragement; she dropped her face into Debbie's steamy slit and started licking.

Sara ate Debbie to two thunderous orgasms. She tried to do to Debbie all the wonderful things that Jake did to her. Jake had returned to kissing Debbie and playing with her tits.

After her second orgasm, Jake pulled them apart and lay on his back. Sara quickly straddled his waist and sank onto his dick. Jake pulled Debbie up and sat her on his face facing Sara. The two women kissed and played with each other's boobs as they rode him like he was an amusement park carousel. He held out through as many of their orgasms as he could, then erupted into Sara's clasping pussy. They disentangled themselves and, sated, fell back on the bed. After a few minutes rest, the trio headed for the shower.

Showering with two beautiful women was slippery fun for Jake. He washed each thoroughly and shampooed their hair. Sara and Debbie then lathered him up and scrubbed him clean. There was something about four breasts rubbing against his soapy body that made him think he'd be doing this again soon. Sara dropped to her knees to wash his legs and Debbie followed suit. They thoroughly washed his cock and balls and soon had him as hard as Superman's kneecap. Sara took his cock in her mouth and Debbie gently squeezed his balls. After a minute they switched places, Debbie was a little awkward but, with Sara's guidance, improved rapidly. Sensing he was close, Sara told Debbie to keep sucking as he came and to swallow his cum as fast as she could. Debbie nodded and just then, Jake blasted his load into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged but she swallowed rapidly and Sara only had to lick a little cum off her face.

After toweling each other off, it was time to leave. Jake and Debbie kissed Sara goodbye and Debbie promised they would do this again. Jake was driving and Debbie was snuggled beside him.

"I want Jody next, then I think a couple of my friends might be good candidates," Debbie said.

Jake laughed and said, "Easy girl, we still have two of your holes to fill first, then we'll think about Jody. Anyone else is still down the road."

Jake entered the kitchen Sunday morning relaxed and refreshed; Sara and Debbie had seen to that. He spent the morning before church chatting with the family and catching up on their lives. Angie announced she was signing up for track on Monday. She would try out for the 440, 4x 440 and one-mile track events and she was going to try out for the cross-country team. Every one was proud of her and wished her good luck. Charles said the store had already bested his sales projections for the quarter by 200% and there were still seven weeks left in the quarter. He added the warehouse had instituted Janet Robinson's inventory system and had just made their first large reorder using it. He loved the weekly printouts he received showing what was sold, what remained on hand, and what was on order. Helen was spending three days a week at the store working with the two designers that they had hired to put together furniture packages. On Tuesday, she was meeting with the developer of an eight story, 40-unit time-share to show him their ideas. If her proposal was accepted, the store would furnish and decorate all forty apartments.

Jake spent a couple of hours with Cindy that afternoon. Tomorrow was her sixteenth birthday and she was going to take her driving test in the morning for her license. Tomorrow she would also officially be allowed to date. He congratulated her and asked her to go to his football game Friday and out on a date Saturday, she agreed and went to ask her parents. Her parents said yes, and said they would probably go to the game with Jake's folks. He left at four o'clock. Cindy gave him a hot goodbye kiss full of promise.

At home, Jake asked Helen if she would do some shopping for him tomorrow and she agreed. He got the arched eyebrow treatment from her when he gave her the list, but said she should be able to find everything. Angie came to his room at eight that evening to tell him she had started her period that afternoon. Helen was taking her to the doctor Tuesday to get her on the pill. She gave him a kiss and said she missed spending time with him. At nine-thirty, Helen came in to tell him good night and told him the same thing. She said she was still following his exercise program but it was getting too easy. He said he would get with her Monday night and modify it. Next week was going to be busy, he thought, as sleep overtook him.

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Chapter 10