Chapter 13
On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, Jake was back at the hospital and actually happy about it. Stitches were coming out today; at least the ones on his forehead were. Doctor Dribs would decide about his shoulder after the plastic surgeon finished with Jake. Jake was taken straight to a treatment room when he arrived at the hospital, but ended up having to wait for the surgeon to finish with another patient. He was sitting on an exam table while Melissa was perched on the little rotating stool used by the doctors. An apologetic nurse came into the room and informed the couple that the doctor was in the emergency room treating a six-year-old that had been hit by a car. She said it would be at least another thirty minutes. Melissa told the nurse she understood. Then, with a mischievous smile, she locked the door when the nurse left.
"I've always wanted to do this," Melissa whispered as she shimmied out of her pink satin panties.
Jake remained seated on the table, staring bug-eyed at his wife. Melissa sat back down on the stool and rolled it over to Jake. She pulled down his zipper and carefully pulled his dick out of his briefs. She giggled as she felt his dick thicken in her hand; then she slurped him into her mouth. Jake groaned at the sensation and leaned back on his elbows. It took only a minute or so for Melissa to get him cobalt-hard. Melissa spit out his cock when it was fully erect.
"You better take off those pants, Hubby, or they'll get ruined," she said, her voice smoky with lust.
Jake stood up and kicked off his loafers before tearing the fastener loose on his trousers. Melissa grabbed a towel off the instrument tray and spread it on top of the stool. When the towel was in place, she pushed Jake down on the stool and straddled his lap. Holding his rigid shaft at the base, she lowered herself down on him. Their position allowed Jake to penetrate her as far as he had ever been.
"Oh God, Hubby," she moaned, "If you were an inch longer you'd be coming out my mouth."
Jake just grunted, still shocked by her wantonness. Melissa did not move up or down, she simply ground herself against him and milked his shaft with her internal muscles. Jake grabbed one of her butt cheeks in each hand and pulled her back and forth, the motion mashing her clit between their pubic bones. The movement made his injured shoulder tingle, but it felt too good to stop. Melissa cooed her appreciation.
"Slow down, Baby, I want this to last," she sighed.
Jake nodded and let go of her ass.
"Open your blouse," Jake said.
Melissa quickly complied then went him one better by unfastening her matching pink front-closure bra. Jake dipped his head forward and attached his lips to the upper swell of her firm mound. He sucked hard on her tender skin; Melissa gasped when she felt what he was doing. Jake pulled his mouth off her with an audible little pop. A bright red hickey stood in stark contrast to her tawny skin. Jake swooped his head and placed a twin hickey on her other globe. Melissa's milking motions became erratic as his love bites drove her to a small climax. Jake pushed her hair back to bare the slender column of her neck.
"I'm putting this one where it shows, my nasty little Wife," he said.
Melissa groaned again and tilted her head to the side.
"Ummmm, yes, Hubby, mark me," she gasped as another small orgasm struck her.
They stayed locked together on the chair for ten minutes before Jake lost control. He stood her up, spun her around until she was bent over the exam table, and sliced into her squishy wet channel in one hard lunge. Melissa squealed and another gush of her sweet nectar overflowed her slit and slickened her thighs. A dozen pounding strokes later Jake moaned himself and pumped what seemed to be a gallon of cum into her. Melissa tensed up as the granddaddy of all orgasms seized her. She trembled and bit the paper covering on the exam table to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs.
Jake leaned lightly against her, caressing her flawless ass as she trembled. It took a couple of minutes for Melissa to stop twitching. When the last wave of her climax receded, Jake pulled out of her. When he disengaged, she spun around and kissed him passionately. She broke the kiss and squatted down in front of him to take his softening dick back into her mouth. When he was hospital clean, she helped him dress before straightening out her own clothes.
Melissa unlocked the door only a minute before someone walked into the room. Jake was calm, composed, and sitting on the exam table. Breathless and flushed, Melissa was sitting on the doctor's stool between Jake's legs, her head resting on his thigh. Melissa kept her head turned away, embarrassed by the obvious smell of sex permeating the room. Melissa had no idea the other person was Sara Nelson so Jake decided to tease her more.
"Sorry about the smell, nurse, but it seems my horny little wife got carried away."
Melissa blushed scarlet, mortified as she heard the nurse open a cabinet and begin rummaging around. Melissa buried her head tighter against Jake's thigh as she heard the squeak of crepe-soled shoes approaching them. Jake combed her hair behind her ear so the hickey on her neck stood out bright red.
"I put some of these on her beautiful breasts also," Jake said.
Sara smiled at Jake and traced her fingertips around the hickey. Then she sprayed the room with disinfectant and slipped out the door. Melissa raised her still-blushing face from his thigh.
"You are so bad, Hubby, and you make me feel so good. Now I'm hotter than ever."
Jake laughed before flicking open the top button of her blouse. The edges of both hickies peeked out of her bra.
"Might as well show the doctor what you worked so hard to get," he said.
Graciela Touque was a very smart woman and, like all smart women, she was inquisitive. It drove her to distraction when she did not know something and could not figure it out. That was her dilemma during the last full week of November 1991. Graciela had read the tabloid story about her new boss while she was still in California. For some reason, so had most of her friends. She received some good-natured ribbing about joining Jake Turner's harem. She had dismissed the article as fabrication and exaggeration based on how the Turners had acted in private. You just could not fake the love they obviously felt for each other. Now though, she was beginning to have niggling little suspicions.
Grace's suspicions were not based on anything caused by her new boss's conduct; he had been a perfect gentleman. She actually liked the hell out of the guy; he was sweet and he listened to her. It was a trip having a man who stood a good chance of becoming president crack up over her quips. What piqued her curiosity was how certain other women acted around him, especially Faith Phillips, Jake's Middle East expert. When Melissa was not around, Faith seemed to assume the duties of wife. Then there was the sultry Hispanic ranch manager, Louisa, so blatantly sexy in her partially buttoned white shirts.
Grace finally had a chance to feel Melissa out about it on Wednesday, the day before turkey day. She and Melissa walked into the greatroom together. Faith and Jake were sitting next to each other at the breakfast bar laughing about something.
"Those two look awfully chummy," Gracie said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Melissa, whose antenna got the real signal, stopped in her tracks and put her hand on Graciela's forearm.
"Forget what you read, Grace," Melissa said. "My husband doesn't cheat on me. Never has and never will. Jake has been her big brother since Faith was thirteen. That's the way it is with Jake; people become attached to him and they end up his friends for life. Look at how you two hit it off. Should I be worried about you because you two are becoming so close?"
Graciela looked aghast, "Sorry. Sometimes my curiosity gets me in trouble. I just had to know."
"So now you do. Is your curiosity about this going to affect how you do your job?"
Graciela was startled by both Melissa's firm tone and the question itself. Shit, just what she needed, pissing off the boss' wife during her first week. Still, she considered the question for a few seconds.
"No, it won't," she finally said. "I guess I should lighten up, huh?"
Melissa squeezed Graciela's arm gently. "Jake is a good guy, Grace; just be yourself and things will be fine. Before you know it, you'll be part of the family too."
Thanksgiving Day found Jake once again working at the Canal Street homeless shelter. Jake had missed only one Thanksgiving at the shelter since Leslie Wellington convinced him to help out there in 1973. Leslie was there again, of course, the shelter was one of her favorite charities. Jake arrived early as he always did and helped with the food preparation. He was at the back sink with Leslie's eleven-year-old daughter, Patricia. They were washing pots and pans when a television crew came through the kitchen filming a spot on feeding the homeless. Jake kept his back to the crew as the director of the shelter walked the news people though the food preparation area. This was about feeding the homeless, not running for office.
The reporter spotted Leslie Robinson opening cans of cranberry sauce and made a beeline toward her. Leslie was a celebrity, albeit a reluctant one. Leslie tolerated her celebrity only because it gave her status when pushing her social causes. Leslie was a relentless advocate for children's issues. Her status came from her career as a singer. Leslie still made one or two albums a year. She did not give concerts or perform in public, yet her talent was such that her records invariably went platinum; six of her albums had earned a Grammy.
Jake had tons of respect for Leslie. She was passionate about her causes, yet reasonable in her arguments for them. Leslie could have been a megastar; instead, she opted out of the limelight. She made her family the center of her universe, devoted her free time to her causes, and threw in her singing career as she could. Leslie understood Jake's desire to change things for the better, and she agreed with his ambitions. She just did not want to directly participate.
"I'll leave saving the world to you, Jake," she once told him. "I'll be happy to save a few children."
The other two women that had also made the trip back in time had almost similar feelings about what Jake wanted to accomplish. Nina Mallory was content saving Sean Patrick Murphy, the love of her life. Patricia Wellington was concerned with the immediate impact of what she could accomplish. To that end she picked causes she knew she could advance based on her foreknowledge. Trish Wellington was the first to make a case against silicon breast implants, oxycodone addiction, and AIDS. After being proven right a couple of times, people started listening to her. That is how she was able to prevent the Challenger disaster and the bombing of Pan Am flight 104. The FBI would never admit it publicly, but she was, in essence, the Director's personal psychic.
Jake left the shelter after the dinner rush ended around two in the afternoon. He commended his security men for being so unobtrusive. Both men, one white, one black, allowed that they had enjoyed helping out. Once back at the ranch, Jake sent them home to be with their families then went inside to be with his.
Thanksgiving was Melissa Thornton-Turner's favorite holiday. She went all out every year to make it a true family gathering and there were many people Melissa considered family. Consequently, Thanksgiving at the ranch drew almost as many people as the homeless shelter. Jake had to admit that, as in most things, his wife had it right; despite the tragedy and sadness of the past month, the people gathered at their house gave him a lot for which to be thankful.
The rest of the holiday weekend was spent holed up with Gracie Touque working on speeches for the following week. Jake was adamant about writing his own speeches. Gracie edited and added some pizzazz to them. Jake had three speaking engagements scheduled and was tailoring a speech for each group.
Mikayla and her friend Brittany were spending the weekend together. Friday and Friday night they stayed at the ranch. Brittany knew the drill with parents and she laid it on thick for Mikayla's folks. She was polite and charming all day. Mikayla also seemed more like her old self, although she was not nearly as affectionate as she once was with her dad. Jake shrugged it off, guessing that she was trying to act older and more aloof in front of her friend. Jake and Melissa were both pleased that Mikayla had made a new friend. Neither Jake nor Melissa would ever understand how Mikayla could be that girl who inexplicably goes wild, despite her, obvious intelligence, careful upbringing, and the love of her family.
After supper, the girls decided to spend some time in the pool. The weather had been mild all month so the pool heater had the water temperature up to a pleasant eighty degrees. Jake and Melissa were sitting by the pool relaxing when the girls ran whooping out of the house and splashed into the pool. Brittany took every opportunity to show Jake her ripe young body. Jake was oblivious but Melissa caught on right away. She pushed herself out of her lounge chair and slid into Jake's lap.
"Pay some attention to the girls, Hubby. Brittany is preening for you."
Jake looked over at the pool then and caught Brittany looking at him. Jake was surprised when she gave him a coy smile and a wink.
"We better go inside, Kayla, I think your parents want to make out," she said.
Mikayla gave a snort of disgust, but followed her friend up the pool steps and into the house.
"Wow, Kayla, your dad is hot!" Brittany exclaimed.
Mikayla mumbled something indecipherable in reply. She really did not want to talk about her dad right now. After all, the man seemed to have plenty of love to spread around, yet, had none to spare for her.
"Your brother is the one that's hot looking," Mikayla said, blushing furiously.
"Stepbrother," Brittany corrected, "but he is cute." Then she leaned closer and whispered in Mikayla's ear. "He's sexy too; he taught me how to kiss."
Mikayla's eyes bugged out at that tidbit.
"He did?" she asked breathlessly.
At Mikayla's urging, Brittany told her all about it.
While Mikayla was raptly listening to Brittany's story, the object of their discussion was sitting in his room smoking a big fat doobie and rubbing his dick. Good dope made him horny, and this was definitely some good weed. Chazz Holt was amoral, selfish, and lazy; he cared about only four things: marijuana, pussy, surfing, and himself. Chazz was almost nineteen and a probationary part-time student at the Daytona Campus of the University of Central Florida. He was taking two courses at UCF, Introduction to Speech and Introduction to Law Enforcement. The two courses were, according to his sources, the easiest the school offered. Chazz was a mediocre student because of his laziness, even though he was a bright young man. If the old man had not threatened to take back his car, he would have dispensed with school entirely.
Chazz was feeling seriously mellow by the time the joint was roach history. "Shit," he thought, "I need to get laid." Too bad Mrs. Mullins next door was not home alone. He was horny enough to even put up with her kinky ass. That had to be pretty horny because he did not relish letting her ream his ass with a strap-on in exchange for some of her pussy. What would really be good, he decided, was one of Brittany's super blowjobs. His little sister could suck the varnish off a broom handle.
Chazz and Brittany were a lot alike considering they were not related by blood. They had been fuck-buddies since Britt's thirteenth birthday. Grumbling about his shitty luck, Chazz headed for the kitchen to find some munchies. Tomorrow, he hoped, would be a better day. Brittany said her new friend was spending the night and she was hot for him. Chazz rather liked the look of this chick Mikayla, with her long hair and even longer legs. She was not much in the tit department but had a killer ass. Britt also told him she was loaded with money and probably a virgin to boot. Chazz smiled around a big mouthful of Cheetos. Miss Mikayla sounded as if she were just what he needed: fresh new pussy and a source of badly needed cash flow. That she was only fourteen was of little consequence to Chazz. She was old enough to bleed so she was old enough to breed.
Mikayla and Brittany yakked late into the night. Brittany filled Mikayla in on the details about boys and sex. Mikayla was an attentive audience, raptly listening to her friend describe making out and getting down with her stepbrother's friends. Mikayla thought that older boys; guys not from her school, would be an excellent cure for her lack of a love life. Even though she had blossomed in the last year, just as her parents had predicted, the boys at Palmdale still avoided her. There was no upside for Mikayla in having her Uncle Joey and her brother JJ being big men on campus. No high school Romeo was going to ask her out and potentially face the wrath of the captain of the football team and the super popular star of the swimming team. Then there were her parents. Everyone in Palmdale knew the Turner's, hell, most people in town worked for them. Mikayla figured Chazz would not be intimidated the way the boys at school were.
The next morning Jake drove Mikayla and Brittany to the Holt's residence. Brittany had called her mom to let her know that Mikayla's dad wanted to meet her. Brittany had not told her mother who Mikayla's father was; she herself had not known until the previous day. Brittany figured her social status obsessed mother would flip when Jake Turner showed up.
Tiffany Holt glanced at her watch; it was five minutes until eleven. She checked her appearance in the mirror to confirm that she still looked terrific, even if she was only wearing fitted Gloria Vanderbilt jeans and a Gianni Versace blouse. She had deliberately dressed down for the father of Brittany's friend. After all, the girl, Michelle or Melinda or whatever her name was, said they lived on a ranch. Tiffany figured her outfit would impress Hoss Cartwright. She just wished they would hurry up and get there so she could go meet her friend Heather at the Country Club. The Country Club was about all the social live available here in Dog Patch. Tiffany resented being away from the glitz and glamour of Hollywood and LA.
Two minutes later Tiffany was peeking out the window when a pickup truck pulled into the driveway. Tiffany stepped away from the window and moved toward the door; the sooner she sent Mister Hayseed on his way, the sooner she could leave herself. She swung open the door with a 'charmed to meet you (not really)' smile pasted on her face.
The smile turned into a startled 'O' when she realized who was standing on her doorstep.
"Hello Mrs. Holt, I'm Mikayla's dad, Jake Turner."
Not for nothing had Tiffany won nearly every beauty pageant she had entered. She quickly regained her poise and held out her perfectly manicured hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Turner, my husband and I are two of your most ardent supporters," she lied.
"In that case Mikayla can stay," he said with a smile. "And call me Jake."
"Sure, Jake, but only if you call me Tiffany. Please come in."
Jake followed her in with the girls close behind him. Brittany was smiling smugly at the fast one she had pulled on her mother. Mikayla was not smiling though, Mrs. Holt was gushing over her dad just as all the other women did. Brittany started to follow their parents but Mikayla tugged her toward Brittany's bedroom.
"See you later, Dad," Mikayla said with a wave.
It bothered Jake that he did not get a hug from her but he did not let it show. Instead, he made polite conversation with Mrs. Holt for another five minutes before taking his leave.
Tiffany walked him to the door extracting a promise for him and Melissa to visit them soon. Jake felt better for the visit. Tiffany Holt was a stay-at-home-mom and seemed a nice enough person. He reckoned Mikayla would be fine there.
Tiffany was able to keep her composure until the door closed then she sagged weakly against it. Damn that was one sexy man. He was not conventionally handsome like her husband, but his rugged good looks sparked her sexual interest more than any man had to date. She could almost see the animal inside him itching to pounce on her seldom used, and even more rarely satisfied, body. In addition, he had the two things always guaranteed to arouse her, power and money. Tiffany finally pushed herself away from the door and hurried to change for lunch. She could not wait to tell Heather about her surprise visitor. Heather was going to die of jealously.
Jake did not get to meet Chazz Holt during his brief visit. Chazz was surfing that morning down by the jetties where the waves broke the highest. Tiffany mentioned Chazz to Jake but only said that he was in college. Chazz got along well with his stepmother because he never did anything to embarrass her. Brittany had clued him in early on how to handle her mom. As long as they were polite, well groomed, and low profile, the teenagers could get away with about anything. Chazz had plans that would keep him away from home for the rest of the day, but he was planning to be there tonight. The parents were going out for the evening and Chazz was going to keep his stepsister and her friend company. If Brittany was correct, it promised to be a nice evening.
Chazz closed the door behind his dad and stepmom with a shit-eating grin. He palmed the twenty his dad had slipped him after Chazz had agreed to hang around and keep the girls out of trouble. Tiffany was nervous about the girls trying to slip out to be with some boys. She gave Chazz a grateful hug when he promised to not let that happen.
Chazz joined the girls in the media room where they were watching a movie on the big screen projection television. Ed Holt had gone all out equipping his entertainment center with the best components available. It was like being at the movies except you sat on big comfortable overstuffed couches instead of theatre seats.
"Old Ed gave me some money; what say we order some pizza?" Chazz said.
The girls quickly agreed to pizza so Chazz picked up the phone and called Pizza Hit. Brittany grabbed Mikayla's arm when he finished ordering.
"Come on, Kayla," she said, "lets go change into something nice for dinner."
Brittany had Mikayla pack a miniskirt outfit for tonight. They were going to dress sexy for Chazz; they were going to be sexy for Chazz. The girls did not return until the pizza arrived but Chazz could hardly complain. They both looked spectacular. Brittany had fixed Mikayla's hair and makeup so that she appeared years older; then had applied her own similarly. They both were wearing short denim skirts, Mikayla with a red satin blouse and Brittany with a tight green sweater. It was obvious that neither girl wore a bra.
"Oh man," Chazz exclaimed, "you two look like hot coeds from the college."
The girls smiled and Brittany spun Mikayla around.
"Check out Kayla's legs, Chazz, she could be a Vegas Showgirl."
Chazz had to agree, even in tennis shoes Mikayla had about the longest legs he had ever seen. His cock twitched in his jockeys thinking of them wrapped around him. Brittany went to the kitchen for plates and napkins while Chazz queued up the VCR. He had rented '9 1/2 Weeks' thinking the stylish erotic drama would set the mood for the evening. Chazz dimmed the lights; they watched the movie, ate pizza, and talked.
Chazz was sitting on one side of Mikayla on the over-stuffed couch and Brittany was on the other side of her. Chazz had his arm draped across Mikayla's shoulder. Mikayla was enjoying herself; it was the closest thing to a date she had ever had. She was also enjoying the movie. The love scenes were making her squirm. Chazz flipped open the top two buttons of her blouse one handed and captured her rigid nipple with his thumb and forefinger. When Chazz finally kissed her, she melted into his arms, unconcerned that Brittany was watching.
They made out for a couple of minutes before Chazz stopped kissing her and paused the VCR. He excused himself and headed for the bathroom. Brittany smiled at the dreamy-eyed Mikayla and scooted a little closer to her.
"Having fun?" Brittany asked.
"Oh yeah, your brother is a great kisser," Mikayla gushed.
"Stepbrother," Brittany corrected, "and kissing isn't all he's good at."
The two girls talked about the movie some; both thought that Kim Bassinger was way sexy but she could have used a better leading man. Chazz returned and reassumed his place on the couch. He hit the play button on the VCR's remote then proceeded to spark up a joint. He took a huge hit and gestured towards Mikayla with the joint.
Here it was, thought Mikayla, the dreaded peer pressure. Except she did not feel any pressure to do one thing or another. She actually felt free for once to make her own decision, relieved of the pressure to be the perfect daughter of perfect parents. Nope, it was her clear choice when she reached out and took the marijuana cigarette from him. She put it to her lips and took a deep drag as she had seen Chazz do. The acrid smoke immediately caused her to start coughing violently.
"This is some strong stuff. Britt, you better shotgun it for her," Chazz said.
Brittany took the joint and drew in a toke. She pulled the startled Mikayla toward her and melded their lips together. When their lips were sealed, Brittany blew the smoke into Mikayla's mouth. Chazz took the next hit and did the same thing. Mikayla had a nice mellow buzz going on by the time the joint was gone. Brittany pressed her lips against Mikayla's again even though the joint lay forgotten in the ashtray. Mikayla did not object, Brittany's lips felt nice on hers, they were soft and yielding, perfectly complementing Chazz's firm demanding ones. Oh yeah, this was something Mikayla had thought about but never had the nerve to try. She moaned into Brittany's mouth when Chazz started pulling off her blouse.
Chazz and Brittany passed the excited girl back and forth; one would be kissing her while the other removed an article of clothing. When Mikayla was naked, she and Chazz did the same for Brittany. Chazz stood up and stripped as the two girls continued to kiss on the couch. He never ceased to be amazed at his stepsister, she had a talent for spotting chicks that were hot to trot and swung both ways. Brittany broke their steamy kiss and turned Mikayla's head towards Chazz. Mikayla's eyes widened at the sight of his engorged dick. It was the first erect penis she had ever seen in the flesh. Mikayla did not resist when Brittany pulled her hand onto the pulsating shaft. As soon as her hand instinctively wrapped around it, a small climax caused her to close her eyes and shudder.
"Put it in your mouth and I'll show you how to suck on it," Brittany whispered in her ear.
Mikayla could not think of anything she would rather do. The sexually charged atmosphere and the strong pot had her in a frenzy. Chazz just stood there as Brittany used him for a training aid. He guessed there were worse ways to spend the evening. Besides, what Mikayla lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm and with Britt's tutelage she was improving by the second.
For Mikayla the evening was turning out better than she dared dream. The hard shaft pulsating in her mouth was validation that she was a desirable woman. She was looking up at the blissful expression on Chazz's face when he tangled his hands in her thick cayenne-colored hair.
"I'm gonna cum, are you ready?" Chazz asked.
Mikayla eagerly bobbed her head, not really knowing what to expect.
"Swallow it is fast as you can," instructor Brittany added.
Mikayla was about to nod again, when Chazz went off in her mouth with a grunt. She was surprised by the velocity and volume of his discharge. She gulped when the first ropy blast struck the back of her throat then quickly swallowed again as another squirt followed. Mikayla did not mind the slightly acrid taste or the thick gooey consistency of his spend. She kept him in her mouth until he started to wilt then sat back on the couch.
"Was that okay?" she asked shyly.
"No it was not okay," Chazz said, "it was fucking fantastic."
Brittany licked the corner of beaming Mikayla's mouth, capturing a little gob of cum that had escaped, then kissed Mikayla passionately. Mikayla was leaning back against the couch cushions by now with Brittany leaning over her. Chazz dropped down to the floor and crawled between her spread legs. Mikayla squealed into Brittany's mouth when she felt Chazz's tongue on her hot little slit. Mikayla moaned when Brittany broke the kiss and fastened her lips around Mikayla's small rock hard nipple. In fewer than three minutes, the older teens had her screaming through the best orgasm of her life. It only took a couple of more minutes to bring her to another one.
Mikayla was on fire when Brittany laid her down on the couch. She watched through passion slitted eyes as Chazz rolled a condom down the stalk of his rehardened dick. Mikayla had no fear or reservations about what was about to happen. She had been dreaming of this moment for over a year.
Chazz was determined to make this a good experience for her. He wanted her coming back for more. Chazz was impressed with her raw sexuality and her maturity. Dressed up and made up she could easily pass for eighteen. If she was as free with her money as she was with her pussy, he had a good thing going. He pushed those thoughts aside as he positioned himself over her.
"If you want it, put it in," he said.
Mikayla did not hesitate. She reached down and put the knob of his sheathed dick at the entrance to her core. When she released him, Chazz slid into her slightly. Her wetness counterbalanced her tightness as he push ahead until he bumped against her cherry. He looked her in the eye as he pulled back his hips.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she said, "do it."
Chazz plunged forward sharply and burst through with little resistance. Mikayla did not even flinch when he deflowered her. Horseback riding had paved the way for Chazz. In less than a minute, they were both fully engaged. Mikayla wrapped those long slim legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. It was everything she had hoped it would be and then some as orgasms chased each other through her body. She was a moaning mass of gelatin by the time Chazz pulled out of her.
Mikayla received more than a lesson in sex that night. She also learned the art of fooling busy parents. Brittany and Chazz, masters of the art, convinced Mikayla that she could live the life she wanted secretly by playing up to her parents and keeping their trust.
When Tiffany Holt checked on the girls at midnight they were in bed feigning sleep, dressed in cute flannel pajamas. Tiffany was smiling when she tucked them in and kissed their cheeks. Brittany waited for two minutes after her mother left, then pulled Mikayla towards her.
"See how easy that was," she whispered into Mikayla's ear.
Mikayla answered, "Yes."
Brittany pushed off her pajama bottoms and pushed Mikayla's hand between her legs.
"Help me out, Kayla, I'm still horny from watching you and Chazz."
Mikayla was happy to oblige. She enjoyed Brittany almost as much as she had Chazz. She was eager to try anything her older friend suggested. Brittany loved that Mikayla had a tireless talented tongue and an endless supply of raw sexual energy. Thirty minutes later, while lazily licking her glistening juices from Mikayla's face, Brittany broached her next idea.
"My mom really seems to like you. I'll bet she'd like you this way even better. I know she certainly isn't giving old Ed much and I don't think anyone else is getting it either. I think she's gay and hiding it. If you play your cards right you could have her eating out of your hand."
Mikayla was skeptical to say the least, but agreed to try. She
listened attentively as Brittany explained the subtle art of seemingly
innocent flirting. Brittany decided that they would put the plan into
action tomorrow when Mrs. Holt took them shopping.