Chapter 17
Jake wheeled his Chevelle into the driveway of the bungalow at ten-thirty Saturday morning. It was the nineteenth of January 1974. The weekends were the only time he drove his Chevelle now, gas prices being what they were. Melissa's red 240Z was already in the driveway and Vickie Greer's Jag was parked at the curb. Jake used all of his self-restraint to keep from running to the door. He had been looking forward to today since New Year's Eve.
Jake let himself in the front door of the small house. Melissa and Vickie were sitting on the couch drinking tea and chatting. Both had put considerable effort in their appearance. Vickie had her long straight, light brown hair up in the lacquered Japanese sticks she had worn the first time they were together. She was even wearing the same green dress she had worn then; Jake remembered the large button at each shoulder. His dick lurched when he remembered she had been naked under that dress last time he had seen her in it. Melissa was dressed smartly as well, in a tight gray skirt that showed off her delectable ass and a red vee-necked sweater molded to her equally delectable breasts.
Jake bent over and kissed first Muffy then Vickie. Vickie looked a little nervous but determined. Melissa, like Jake, was having a hard time controlling her eagerness. Jake went to the kitchen and got a soda, then sat down next to Vickie.
"So, what happens now?" Vickie asked with a nervous giggle.
"Oh, you two do whatever you want; I brought some work that I need to see to. I'll join you in a little while," Melissa said.
Jake saw that as his cue, he stood up and helped Vickie to her feet. Vickie picked up her beach tote as they walked hand in hand towards the bedroom. Jake sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I remember that dress and your hair up like that from our first time together," he said. "I like it now as much as I did then."
'They bring back good memories for me too, Jacob. You changed my life completely for the better back then. I never dreamed I could be as happy as I am now," she replied.
Jake leaned back on the bed as Vickie reached up and unfastened the buttons at her shoulders. She smiled when the dress refused to slide down because it was hung up on her breasts.
"These are a lot bigger now; hope you don't mind," she said as she pulled the bodice off her mounds.
The dress slid down her hips to reveal that she was again naked under it. Vickie was maybe five pounds heavier than she had been in the fall of 1971. She still had a killer body, her breasts bigger as she had mentioned, and her hips a tad wider. Jake did not mind the added weight; it actually looked good on her.
"Do you think Melissa will like me?" she asked.
"What's not to like, Vickie? You are a beautiful and desirable woman. Besides, don't worry about that right now; we've got a baby to make."
Vickie bobbed her head happily.
"Yes, we do; so get out of those clothes and make love to me already," she said.
Jake quickly complied, he was slow sometimes, but he was not a complete idiot. Although Vickie wanted to get right to the main event, Jake had other ideas. He wanted her hot and he wanted it to last for a while. Jake kissed his way down her body and settled between her legs. He slid his hands under her, cupped those outstanding butt cheeks, and then swooped his tongue into her moist slit. Vickie made a little moaning sound and hunched her hips up towards his face.
"Oh, Jake, your tongue is still the best. I've missed it, and you, so much," she whispered.
Jake did not reply; his lips were otherwise occupied as he worried her little clit. As he focused on site preparation, Melissa came into the room, gloriously naked. She smiled sweetly at Jake then stretched out on the bed at Vickie's side. Vickie stiffened at the initial contact when Melissa's lips found her distended nipple. In a few seconds, however, she relaxed as Melissa's mouth worked its magic topside. Vickie really started to enjoy the feeling of four hands and two sets of lips on her. Since Jake had expanded her horizons a couple of years ago, she found that she enjoyed most things associated with sex. This, she guessed, was just another example. Melissa's hands were soft and smooth; her little fluttering kisses made Vickie's skin tingle.
Melissa scooted up on the bed and started those same nibbling kisses on Vickie's neck and face. When Melissa's lips descended on hers, Victoria Greer eagerly kissed her back in return. Vickie's hands started exploring Melissa's body almost as if they had a mind of their own.
"I have wanted my hands on your body since I was sixteen and in class," Melissa said.
"If I knew how good your hands felt back then you probably would have gotten your wish," Vickie whispered, her voice drenched in passion.
Vickie learned something about herself that day as she, Melissa, and Jake make love. She learned that two in bed was great but three was fantastic. It was a lesson she was not soon to forget. Vickie loved making out with, and making love to Melissa; giving or receiving, it was all good.
They parted ways at two that afternoon, happily sated. Vickie hoped it took a few tries to get pregnant; she wanted more of the process. She was already looking forward to tomorrow and the intriguing new woman in Jake's life. She had a feeling that today, as nice as it was, was just a warm up for tomorrow. Of course, she was going to share her new discovery with Big Bill Greer, he was her man, and they shared everything. She started cataloguing her friends and acquaintances; she bet one of them would be daring enough to try something new. Hmmm, maybe Rebecca Doane would consider it. Vickie shuddered as she thought of the pleasure she and Bill would get from the diminutive little blonde. True, Rebecca was shy and reticent, but you know the old saying, 'still water runs deep'.
Funny, Victoria Greer was thinking about Rebecca while Jake was on his way to the Doane house. Melissa told him he was banned from the ranch while they prepared for his party. Jake had arranged to hang out with Rebecca for the afternoon and later bring her to the party. Even after his impregnation duties, the thought of seeing Rebecca started getting him hard. He hoped that she would offer him her hard little ass today; it had been a while since he had that particular pleasure. Jake's ride might not have been so blissful had he known what another time traveler was up too, thirty years in the future.
Michelle Osgood Tremont checked her notes for the fourth time. She had them memorized already, but she was a meticulous woman. Well, she considered herself meticulous at any rate. Her employees and rivals tended to call her an obsessive-compulsive ball-breaker, but hey, you say tomato, I say tomatoe. Michelle was fifty one years old, the owner of Tremont and Tremont -- a commodities brokerage firm, and she was terminally ill with lymphoma. Michelle sparked up a Marlboro Light; what the hell, it was too late to quit now. She was remarkably composed for a woman near death. With good reason, she had already cheated the grim reaper once.
Michelle was a back traveler in her thirty-fifth year in this incarnation. Before becoming Michelle, she had been Constance Paisley, a realtor who died in a plane crash. Connie Paisley took over the comatose body of Michelle Osgood in nineteen-sixty-nine. Michelle was a sixteen year old high school student in Chicago, brain dead from a boating accident. The transition had not gone smoothly for Connie and she ended up in a psychiatric hospital. While in the hospital she met a fellow traveler named Alfred Tremont who was there for the same reason. She and Alfred compared notes and teamed up. They were able to get their act together enough to be released back to their families.
Michelle kept close ties to Alfred, not because of their status as fellow travelers, but because he was from a wealthy family and her ticket to the good life. Connie had been a clever conniving bitch in her former life and saw no reason to change when she became Michelle. Alfred was in college when they met; as soon as Michelle graduated from high school they were married. Alfred was dull and unimaginative except in one area: agricultural product futures. He had been a commodities dealer in his former life. He convinced his father to buy him a seat at the Chicago Board of Trade and proceeded to make a ton of money.
Michelle played the sweetly supportive, loving wife for twelve years. In nineteen-eighty-three, after they had started their own business she made Alfred disappear permanently. She was conveniently out of town when Alfred's sail boat was found, sans the captain, five miles out in Lake Michigan. Michelle never much cared for men so she did not remarry. She reserved her cruel beauty for a succession of submissive little lipstick lesbians.
Michelle had figured out the nature of time and alternate universes through the years and had planned for this day. She was about to stand time on its ear. Her plan was diabolical -- she was going to kill herself and occupy Alfred Tremont's body one day before her fellow traveler did. Alfred would then get sent to the same sanitarium as Michelle Osgood and continue as before, except her mind would be in both bodies. She would be married to the person she loved best: herself. Michelle had spent years memorizing dates, events, markets, and trends. The money she had now would be chicken feed compared to what she was going to get. She knew money was power and was set to become the most powerful person on earth.
Michelle had seeded her past with money, she had six safe deposit boxes waiting with millions in negotiable instruments scattered around Chicago. Michelle looked at her watch; it was time to get the show started. She laboriously clambered up on the window sill and flung open the casement window. She picked an empty spot on the street fifteen floors below her, and then, smiling serenely, she did a swan dive into the past.
Smooth-sailing Jake spent a pleasant afternoon with a very motivated romance author and did some diving of his own.
"It's your birthday," she said, as she got on the bed on her hands and knees, "so come and get your presents. You might want to open this one first."
She did not have to ask twice as Jake stripped and joined her. Jake truly loved Rebecca Doane. Melissa understood the nature of Jake and Rebecca's relationship and granted Jake a dispensation to continue it, at least for now. He had talked to Rebecca about joining him and Melissa; she said she would - if and when Melissa decided it was time.
Jake ran his hands down her flanks as he knelt behind her, her corded muscles distinct to his touch. Rebecca had told him that she spent a lot of time at her exercise bar. Ballet practice seemed to focus her mind on writing. Rebecca was thirty-one years old now and still looked eighteen, so she must be doing something right. He brought his hands around and caressed her super hard little ass. Goose bumps sprang up behind his fingertips. He was reaching for the K-Y lubricant when he had a thought.
Jake tossed the K-Y over his shoulder and flipped Rebecca onto her back. Rebecca gave him a questioning look as she settled onto her back.
"I'm in baby-making-mode today, so let's see if we can get lucky," he said.
Rebecca squealed and held up her arms for him to join her. Jake quickly positioned himself above her. She grabbed his shaft and lined it up with her slit. He could feel how ready she was by the amount of hot sticky syrup she was depositing on the head of his engorged dick. When she was satisfied that he was slick enough, she removed her hand. Jake ploughed forward and managed to lodge half of his dick inside her incredibly tight channel.
Rebecca did her little trick of flipping her right leg over his shoulder as she urged him to penetrate her deeper.
"I want you so deep that you deposit your sperm directly into my womb," she said. "I have a good feeling about this."
Jake slid the rest of his steely shaft into her as she squirmed around. Rebecca had been without his dick for at least two weeks and was anxious to make up for lost time. In addition, the thought that Jake was intent on knocking her up ratcheted up her libido. Her first orgasm hit in fewer than five minutes. Jake continued his strong steady strokes. Servicing Vickie had taken the edge off his appetite so he was in complete control. When Jake was close, he stuffed his cock as deep as he could get and fired five or six strong blasts against the back wall of her pulsating pussy.
Jake started to dismount but Rebecca clutched him tight and held him in place.
"Stay in me Jacob, I want to hold you like this while I imagine your sperm swimming towards my egg."
Jake complied, bracing himself on his elbows to keep some of his weight off her. Rebecca toyed with his hair with a far away, dreamy look on her face.
Jake's party made that night even more magical for him. All his family and friends were there to share the special evening. At eight, Melissa brought out his cake; Jake blew out the eighteen candles as everyone sang 'Happy Birthday'. Then it was on to gift opening. Jake received some nice presents that acknowledged his new status as an adult, plus some funny gag gifts. He also had a stack of cards that Melissa said were for later. Melissa had hired a good band that played oldies from the fifties and sixties. The band returned from break and announced that they had some guest singers as a special treat for the birthday boy.
Jake's mouth dropped open when Leslie, Nina Murphy, Hope, and Faith walked out in tight leather pants and motorcycle jackets. The girls proceeded to sing the Shangri Las' Leader of the Pack. Leslie was the lead singer and she had a formerly unexpressed and incredible voice. Jake could not help noticing how much the four resembled the original Shangri Las down to having a set of twins in the group. After Leader of the Pack, they covered the Ronette's Be My Baby. Leslie sounded just like Veronica 'Ronnie' Bennett as she belted out the song.
Jake grabbed Leslie in a bear hug after the song and spun her around in the air. "I didn't know you could sing like that; your voice is beautiful," he said.
"I didn't know I could sing either until Hope and Faith heard me. They have been working with me and I love to sing. Who knows, maybe I'll try it professionally one day," she said.
Prophetic words.
After Jake put her down, Leslie excitedly ran to see Trish. Leslie and Trish were very close now; Trish had assumed the duties as Leslie's surrogate mother. Trish decided, on the spot, that she would hire a vocal coach for Leslie, if that was what she wanted. The girl clearly had talent.
When most everyone had gone home, Melissa led Jake out to the garage where, she said, she had one more present for him. Melissa led him to the mysteriously locked side door, produced a key, and handed it to him. Jake looked at her quizzically but unlocked and opened the door. Melissa flipped on the lights and Jake's jaw dropped. The back of the garage was a professionally outfitted gym with a vast assortment of weights, benches, and other exercise equipment.
"Happy Birthday, Baby," Melissa said.
Jake pulled her to him and kissed her in thanks. She told him there was more and led him to the other end of the thousand square foot room. More indeed, such as a full bath with a huge shower and a sauna. Jake thanked Melissa's again for her thoughtfulness. They spent thirty minutes in the new gym christening it. Melissa told Jake that she and Trish wanted to work out with him now that they could do it without the flies and earthy aroma of the stable. Jake explained the rules he had made for his other workout partners. Melissa said she did not see a problem with his requirements and was sure that Trish would not either.
Trish did indeed not have a problem and neither did Louisa, Erika, Hope, or Faith. Even after HERZ Total Fitness opened, all the ladies still liked to train with Jake. Providing all that individual instruction, conducting all those inspections, and collecting all those thank you kisses was a tough job, but someone had to do it.
The next day Jake drove Trish to the bungalow for their follow-up baby-making date with Vickie. Vickie was not shy at all her second time with a woman and, if possible, enjoyed herself even more. Trish was a more experienced and demanding lover than Melissa; she did things to Vickie that turned the sexy ex-teacher into a quivering orgasmic mass of goo. Vickie loved the way the big woman manhandled her; she happily buried her face in Trish's muff as Jake deposited his potent sperm into her from behind. Jake showered with the women and then the three of them sat chatting on the couch. Trish and Vickie were becoming good friends.
As Jake stood up to leave, Vickie invited Trish over for dinner and she said she would bring Trish home later. Jake could only imagine what was on the menu for dessert at the Greer's house that evening. Jake had no problem with anything that might happen; after all, Trish was her own person, and the Greers were great people. Besides, if he knew Bill Greer, Trish was not getting any strange dick tonight. Bill might get his appetite elsewhere but he only ate at home.
In 1969, Alfred Thomas Tremont was enjoying his first day of consciousness after his awakening from his alcohol-induced brain-killing coma. Eureka, it had worked! Now, on to part two of Michelle's plan. When his worried parents came to visit, Alfred was literally a changed man. Michelle's carefully cultivated friendship with Mary Louis and Clarence Tremont had allowed her to casually pump them on Alfred's past. During his parent's visit, the newly awakened Alfred showed some lapses in his memory but was convincingly the Alfred they knew and loved.
Alfred talked his folks into sending him to the sanitarium to complete his recuperation. Alfred settled in and waited for his true alter ego to arrive. Michelle had studied Alfred's mannerisms closely during their marriage; she even mimicked them after his death in her last life, so she had no problem being a man. Alfred had two days to think while he waited for Michelle. The first thing he did was buy a journal to begin his diary. He had discovered a route to profitable immortality and was going to have copious notes for his next trip back.
Connie/Michelle/Alfred had found a way to control the course of her/his immortality and was determined to mold each iteration to his liking -but better and faster. If he were careful, the possibilities were mind boggling. His first journal entry was a note to himself to put someone on the sanitarium's staff on his payroll to identify any other back travelers. They would become potential hosts for him to occupy now that he knew he could select a destination for his mind in advance. He smiled hugely at the thought of scores of himself, mind-cloned and working in concert. Thus, a certified megalomaniac was created, one with potential, patience, and the beginnings of a plan.
Jake went home from the bungalow feeling chipper. He told Melissa about Trish's dinner invitation from Vickie and told her she should get an outfit ready for when Vickie invited her over. Melissa allowed that it would be a better idea if they both went, she would love to see Vickie being double-teamed by him and Bill.
"I don't know about being together with another couple," Jake said. "I don't have a problem being with more than one woman at a time, but I get squeamish at the thought of sharing with another guy."
"You are just a macho sexist pig and want to keep us all to yourself," she teased.
Jake allowed she was probably right but pulled her across his macho sexist piggy knees and spanked her for saying it anyway. Their spanky game led to some seriously erotic sex of the anal variety. Once Melissa had her butt warmed there was only one way to cool it down. Melissa loved anal sex almost as much as Rebecca Doane. She had half a dozen mind-numbing climaxes around his pummeling piston.
Jake woke up on Monday a legal adult; damn it felt good. It also felt good having both his women working on his dick at once. Trish looked up and saw he was awake.
"I'm teaching Little Missy here how to deep throat; it's a birthday gift that will keep on giving," Trish said.
Jake mouthed his approval and chuckled at Trish calling Melissa, Little Missy. Melissa was avidly following Trish's directions as her head bobbed up and down on Jake's boner. After a few false starts, Melissa finally conquered her gag reflex and sank her mouth down until her lips were kissing his pubic hair. Jake thought that the sight of his future wife trying to smile up at him with his dick down her throat was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. Her eyes grew large as he blasted a big load directly down her throat.
After his delightful wake up call, Jake showered and got ready for class. Jake really enjoyed the morning routine the three of them had established. True, his women hogged the bathroom, constantly joggling him from in front of the mirror. That did not bother Jake though, because he loved all the intimate touching and closeness. Trish had adopted Melissa's semi-official uniform of a simple towel around her waist so Jake never lacked eye candy as he was trying to shave.
Jake breezed through his classes and then went to baseball practice. He had been keeping up with conditioning and throwing to Ramon so he did not need much work to get back into his groove, on the mound and at the plate. He had worked diligently on pitching right-handed that winter. He could not bring the heat like he could as a lefty, but he had developed a bewildering array of off-speed pitches, curves, and sliders. He kept his righty endeavors from the coach but was determined to test them in a game soon. Coach informed Jake that a couple of scouts for professional teams had called and seemed mildly interested in Jake's prospects.
Jake was wowed by the idea of being scouted by the pros. He did not have a clue as to how he could fit the time-consuming rigors of baseball into his future, but it sure was an appealing thought.
That night Jake excitedly told Melissa and Trish about his conversation with his coach. Trish was a huge baseball fan, well, a huge New York Yankees fan at any rate. She said she would pee her pants if she ever saw him at Yankee Stadium in pinstripes. Jake laughed and told her he did not think her panties were in much danger. He was a die-hard Yankees fan also; playing for the Bronx Bombers had been a fantasy for him since he was eight years old in his first lifetime.
Melissa was half listening to them talk when Jake asked Trish if George Steinbrenner's group had completed the deal to buy the Yankees.
"You mean the Yankees are for sale?" Melissa asked incredulously.
Jake told her about the syndicate that Steinbrenner put together to buy the Yankees from CBS television. Melissa seemed to lose interest and excused herself to make some business calls. Jake and Trish amused themselves until six, then moseyed to the dining room for supper. It was sort of a sad occasion because it was Senora Martinez's last day with them. Senora Martinez and her husband Julio were going back to Mexico to tend to Julio's ailing parents. Jake and Melissa had given the weeping housekeeper a generous severance check and a promise that she would have a job there when she returned.
Tanya Nobles was going to take up the senora's slack starting the following weekend. The Nobles family still lived in the trailer that Jake had rented for them but construction had already started on the care-takers cottage. The cottage was next to the Diazes' house and would be similar in layout and design. Quincy had already proven his value in the two months that he had worked for them. Everyone loved him and his family.
Helen Turner was also going to miss Senora Martinez. Her departure left Helen in a lurch for help with the new Turner twins. Jake volunteered to take up some of the slack; he would baby-sit anytime Helen needed him to. Melissa eagerly endorsed Jake's offer, Joey and Julie were the only reason she would skip work. Surprisingly, Trish the Dish shied away from the babies. She told Jake that small children were not her cup of tea because she had no maternal instincts. Jake cracked up when she told him that she would probably warm up to them when they were house-broken and self-reliant.
Anyway, all Helen had to do was call and Jake and Melissa would haul ass to the Turner's house. Jake and Melissa spent some happy hours each holding a sweet-smelling baby as they watched television or talked. When they put the tykes down for the night or for a nap, they hung out in Jake's old room to be near them. Melissa and Jake would make slow gentle love as Melissa daydreamed of her own children clutched to her bosom. She was going off the pill in April so she could get pregnant as soon as possible after the wedding.
January gave way to February. February was the coldest month in history for that part of Florida as the mercury dropped into the twenties seven times. Even the Canadian snow-birds bitched about it. (You had to admire those Quebecois; they arrived in Florida with a ten dollar bill and a clean shirt and never changed either.) TnT Ranch lost thirty head of cattle to the bitter cold and almost half of their orange trees. Melissa grunted incessantly about how cold it was. She traded her diaphanous white gown in for a utilitarian flannel number that she wore with a pair of Jake's socks. Jake had just enough sense not to laugh at her or bitch about the four quilts she insisted they sleep under. The only complaint Jake voiced was when she stopped shaving her legs.
"Shave your legs or get a flea collar," he admonished.
Melissa and Trish used the guise of the cold to take a trip to
Tampa. Their actual reason for going was an appointment that Melissa
had wrangled with George Steinbrenner. Steinbrenner was pleasant and
cordial, not at all like the volatile micromanager that Trish had
warned her about. It took Melissa less than an hour to become a
minority owner of five percent of the Yankee franchise. She paid a
million dollars for the privilege and loaned the team two million more
under very favorable terms. In return, Steinbrenner promised to
evaluate a young pitcher for the Stetson Hatters, and to draft him if
he had any actual potential. Melissa had taken care of another item on
her wedding to-do list: she had found the perfect wedding gift for her
husband, a chance at the big leagues.