Chapter 15
Judge Maria Thornton's New Year's Eve parties had evolved into one of Palmdale's premier social events. In Palmdale society, you had arrived if you received an invitation to Maria's bash. Of course, the nature of the parties had changed considerably since the wild ones she threw in the seventies. Oh, the parties were still lively and fun but the sexuality of them had toned way down. It did not escape some of the guests that they now had children there who were the same age they were when they first attended. For some that caused a couple of problems. Not only did the adults have to be careful of what they did, they also had to deal with the fact that their offspring might be up to the same shenanigans they themselves pulled twenty-odd years ago.
Edward Thomas Holt lived for events like Maria Thornton's party. They were the be-all and end-all of his existence. Ed Holt was an unusual man. He was movie-star handsome, yet totally asexual. He was not a homosexual or some sexual deviant; he just did not care for sex in any shape, form, or fashion. The only way he could have been less interested in sex would be if he were a eunuch. Ed considered his lack of interest in matters sexual as a blessing because it left him time to pursue the finer things in life. Ed's disdain for sex also made him a likeable person to both men and women as neither group felt threatened by him.
After a disastrous first marriage, in which his wife cheated on him with anyone with a dick, Tiffany was a godsend. Tiffany, he believed, shared his lack of sexual desires and embraced his ideas of how the good life should be led. Consequently, the Holt household was Martha Stewart perfect. On the other hand, Ed and Tiffany's personal relationship was pure fifties sitcom, right down to the twin beds in the master bedroom. Maybe once a month Ed would join Tiffany in her bed where they would remove their pajama bottoms and underwear (under the covers, of course) for five minutes of dutiful, uninspired fornicating.
Tiffany's first unhappiness with Ed came when he moved them from Bel Air to Palmdale. Tiffany was loath to give up the rich cultural life for some backwoods Florida swamp. Then things turned around when their daughter Brittany befriended young Mikayla Turner. Tiffany was again her old self, a development Ed attributed to their new social status.
Ed adjusted the knot in his tie and walked out of the bathroom. The invitation said semiformal so he was wearing a nice dark-blue pinstriped suit. Tiffany was just slipping into her high heels as he walked into the bedroom. She looked beautiful in a black knee-length cocktail dress, even if she was showing a little more cleavage than usual. Ed especially liked her hair like this, upswept onto the top of her head with little ringlets curling around her face. He nodded in approval at her tastefully applied makeup as he draped her wool opera cape across her shoulders.
"We will be the hit of the party, Mrs. Holt," he said.
"I would not be surprised if that were so, Mr. Holt," she replied.
Tiffany Holt was indeed pleased to be going to the Judge's party - but not for the reasons Ed was thinking. No, her motivation was that Mikayla Turner would be there. Tiffany was confident that she was still in control of the situation and was only happy to be seeing her young friend. Mikayla had even convinced her older friend to wear some of her sexy new underwear to test the theory about it making her feel good. Old Ed would have a coronary if he knew she was wearing an outrageous set of Victoria's best black unmentionables that included a garter belt and stockings. Hell, that fact alone was already making her feel good - and a tad moist.
Mikayla had also dressed with care. She even enlisted her mother into helping with her makeup and hair. Mikayla told Melissa that she did not want to look as if she were still in grammar school. Melissa, remembering how she felt at Mikayla's age, agreed.
"You are growing up, Mikayla, maybe it's time to acknowledge that. I know you are mature for your age; just don't try to grow up too fast, okay?"
Too late for that, Mikayla thought. Aloud she said, "I know what you're saying, Mom. I don't expect everyone to treat me like I'm twenty-one, but I don't want to be treated like I'm still twelve, either."
Melissa nodded in understanding.
"Alright, how about this? - you can wear make-up as long as you don't go overboard and I'll talk to your dad about our chat. But you know your dad; to him you will always be his little girl, even when you are an adult. I'm afraid he'll always be overprotective."
Mikayla smiled in triumph after her mom departed. She should have thought of enlisting her mom as an ally earlier. She put the last touches on her makeup and checked herself out in the mirrored bifold doors of her walk-in closet. With her hair up and wearing makeup, she looked as if she were at least eighteen, all with her mom's help. She also adored the dress she bought for the occasion. The cut and fit of the teal material matched her developing bust and accentuated her long shapely legs. She put on a pair of gold hoop earrings and headed towards the family room, growing more excited about the evening by the minute.
Across town, at Debbie Turner's fifth floor beachside condo, Cheri Goldblatt was staring pensively at the waves washing up onto the beach. She was not nearly as excited about Maria's party as Mikayla was. Tonight she was meeting her new love's family for the first time. Debbie walked up behind her and wrapper her arms around Cheri's waist.
"Nervous?" Debbie asked.
Cheri caught Debbie's eye in the reflection from the sliding glass door and nodded.
"I can understand that, Sweetie, but you'll relax once you meet everyone. They all know I'm bisexual, but we can go as just friends if it would make you feel more comfortable. I know this is all new to you."
Cheri emphatically shook her head no.
"I want them to know I am there with you as your girlfriend. I am just worried they won't like me." Cheri said.
"They are going to love you, and you'll love them, especially my brother Jake and his wife. Now go finish making yourself beautiful for me so I can show you off."
Ed and Tiffany Holt arrived at Maria Thornton's home at fifteen after eight. Ed had timed their arrival so that they were not seriously late for the affair but would not be the first to arrive. Mikayla was standing with her folks when the Holts walked in. She suppressed a wicked smile when she saw how ravishing Tiffany looked.
"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Holt are here. Can we talk to them and introduce them around? I don't think they know many people here."
Jake was taken by his daughter's concern for her friend's parents. His little girl was becoming a fine young woman.
"Of course, Mickey, lead the way."
Mikayla rolled her eyes at her father.
"I'm fifteen Dad, don't you think I'm a little old for you to call me Mickey?"
Jake looked at her and waggled his eyebrows.
"I guess you're right, Mike," he deadpanned.
Mikayla looked at her mother beseechingly.
"Behave yourself, Hubby, and stop teasing her."
"Yes Dear," he said unrepentantly. "Sorry Mi-KAY-La."
Ed was delighted when the Turners greeted Tiffany and him as if they were old friends. They chatted for a few minutes before Melissa and Jake took Ed and Tiffany around the room making introductions while Mikayla walked over to the bar.
Maria was still living in the house that had belonged to Melissa's father, Russell Thornton. She had refurbished the house in the mid-1980s, but had kept the large, mirror-backed bar untouched. The wine cellar and storeroom were still accessible from a doorway behind the bar, while the opposite end of the storeroom still let out into the garage. The bar was self-service, but Mikayla usually played bartender at Maria's parties anyway. She had heard a lot of juicy gossip that way over the years. Mikayla surreptitiously mixed herself a vodka and Coke, wishing she had planned well enough to have also scored some weed from Chazz. Alcohol alone did not do much for her these days. She did have a tab of ecstasy in her purse but she had special plans for that. Mikayla had just finished putting her drink on the shelf under the bar when her Aunt Debbie came up with a very tiny, but very pretty, young woman.
"Hiya, Mikayla, this is my girlfriend Cheri. Cheri, this is my favorite niece, Mikayla."
"I'm your only niece." Mikayla corrected with a grin. "Pleased to meet you, Cheri."
Debbie and Cheri were gabbing with Mikayla at the bar when Angie Turner came up with her date. Angie's new boyfriend had been the source of much discussion amongst the Turner clan. Mikayla saw him briefly at the Christmas party but this was her first time meeting him. He was a big quiet man, good-looking, polite, and well mannered. His name was Joel Warden, he owned a small contracting business, and he was nine years Angie's junior. Angie was crazy in love with Joel and he seemed to feel the same way about her. Grandma Helen thought he was the best thing since the introduction of sliced bread in 1929. In fact, Joel had met Angie when he was remodeling a couple of rooms for Helen. On Christmas Day, Joel had asked Angie to marry him. Her answer was, "Oh hell, yes!" The wedding was set for June and all the Turner women were beside themselves planning it.
Mikayla stayed behind the bar even after some of her younger relatives arrived. Seeing JJ, Joseph, and Julia with dates only made her unhappier being there alone. It sucked that her parents and most adults only considered her biological age when they dealt with her. Mikayla had been having these mad-at-the-world flashes more and more lately. The only thing that seemed to make her feel better was to do things exactly opposite of what her parents encouraged. It was her way of asserting her independence. Mikayla, privileged and protected all her life, never gave a second thought to the consequences of her actions. It was horribly ironic that Mikayla was becoming exactly what her father had been at the same age.
Mikayla's treatment of Tiffany Holt was a prime example of Mikayla's unconcern for consequences. Like the innocent victim of a hit and run driver, Tiffany happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when Mikayla started acting out. Tiffany was really the only adult who treated Mikayla as an equal; yet, perversely, Mikayla was bent on seducing her into something the woman clearly wanted to avoid. Poor Tiffany was a game to Mikayla, a game started by a simple dare from Brittany. The cruelty of what she was doing to Tiffany never entered Mikayla's mind.
It was an hour into the party before Tiffany had a chance to catch up with Mikayla. Ed was happily networking with some of his new acquaintances when she excused herself. Mikayla was still behind the bar, pouring on the false charm for the old folks when Tiffany walked up. Mikayla had slipped in a couple of drinks so far and was feeling good. She complimented Tiffany on how good she looked and asked her if she was wearing any of her new stuff. Tiffany admitted she was and that she did indeed feel good wearing them. Mikayla smiled at that.
"This is really a nice house," Tiffany said, changing the subject.
"My grandfather designed it. It was the model home he used to showcase this community. After my grandmother died, he moved here with my mom and my Uncle Chip. Do you want to see the rest of it, it is a really unique place."
"Sure, but first I need to find the ladies room," Tiffany replied.
"No problem, I know where one is that won't have a line outside it."
Mikayla opened the concealed door in the mirror behind the bar and motioned Tiffany to follow her. When the door closed behind them, Mikayla took Tiffany's hand and led her through the semi-dark bar stockroom to the door that led to the garage. As a kid, Mikayla had spent hours exploring and playing here, she knew all of the little secrets the house held. She led Tiffany to a wall covered with pegboard, tools still hanging from some of the hooks. Incongruously, a doorknob protruded from the pegboard also.
"My grandfather liked to tinker with his old cars for a hobby. He had a bathroom put in out here so he wouldn't have to go into the house. Grandpa had this thing about wasting space so a lot of doors in the house look like part of the wall."
Tiffany used the functional little half bath while Mikayla waited outside. When she came out, Mikayla led her back into the stockroom behind the bar. Tiffany noticed for the first time the mirrors behind the bar were one-way windows.
"Cool, huh? Mom says that the windows are there so the bartender could keep an eye on the bar while he was working back here."
Before Tiffany could comment, Mikayla kissed her. Tiffany, loosened up by the three glasses of wine she drank earlier to calm her nerves, returned the kiss with zeal. Mikayla broke the kiss and leaned back.
"Why do I always have to kiss you?" Mikayla asked, feigning hurt. "Don't you like me?"
Here it was, Tiffany realized, the perfect opportunity to tell the girl why what they were doing was so wrong. The words died on the tip of her tongue however as she looked at her sweet, beautiful young friend in the dim light coming in through the one-way glass. Instead, she leaned forward and poured her heart into the first kiss they shared that she initiated. Tiffany moaned deep in her throat when Mikayla cupped her breast and squeezed it. With a supreme effort of will, Tiffany broke the kiss and pushed Mikayla away.
"I can't do this," Tiffany gasped. "It is so good but so very wrong."
On Thursday, January 2, 1992, Jake and his team boarded a chartered Greyhound bus at nine in the morning. From Palmdale they motored to Jacksonville for a luncheon hosted by the Fraternal Order of Police. Jake was using the invitation to speak to Florida's law enforcement officials to stake out his position on gun control.
"Two months ago, I was the victim of handgun violence when a psychopath shot me twice and killed my chief of staff. You might think that because of the incident I would be here before you supporting a ban on handguns. Well, I am not. I fully support the right of law-abiding citizens to own weapons, including handguns, for hunting, recreational shooting, and self defense.
"My case is a perfect example of why such a ban would not work. The pistol used to wound me and kill Gail Martin was an antique .32 caliber revolver made in the 1890s. It was the same pistol the mother of my attacker had used to kill her husband in 1964. As far as anyone can determine, the pistol was fired just four times in one hundred years. The rest of the time, it resided in a velvet drawstring bag. Of the original twenty-five bullets that were purchased with the pistol, twenty-one remain. The other four snuffed out two lives and nearly cost me mine. No gun law being proposed or considered could have possibly kept that pistol out of that maniac's hands."
Jake went on to say that at the federal level he would support background checks on potential gun buyers. Beyond that, state and local voters should decide what was right for their own communities.
From Jacksonville, the bus headed west on Interstate 10, then north on I-75. Jake made whistle-stops in countless cities and towns all over the Deep South during the next eight days. Some of the stops were prearranged but most were extemporaneous. It was grueling stump campaigning, and Jake loved every minute of it. Jake especially liked walking round the small towns talking to the residents. These people, the men and women who worked and struggled to raise families, were the true character of American. Jake vowed that he would not forget that when he was elected.
The trip looped up through Georgia and South Carolina, over to Tennessee, then down through Alabama into the Florida Panhandle. The tour picked up I-10 in the panhandle back to I-75. They went south on the interstate into south Florida then back up the east coast to Palmdale.
While Jake was touring the south, Mikayla worked on gaining more freedom for her extracurricular activities. Although security for the Turner family had tightened after the attempt on Jake's life, it was not smothering. Generally, neither Mikayla nor her brother were allowed to roam around by themselves; however, if they were with someone their parents knew and trusted, security personnel did not accompany them. Mikayla and JJ each had the latest generation of Motorola cell phones and both carried panic button transmitters/ locators disguised as calculators.
Still, Mikayla thought that any procedures that kept her from doing exactly what she wanted, when she wanted, were too restrictive. After giving the matter some thought, she decided that the best way to beat the system was to gain an ally or two among the bodyguards. Her brother JJ had a deal like that with Erika Johansson, who often traveled out of town with him. Mikayla snorted in disgust at the thought of Erika. She was jealous of the relationship her brother had with Erika. Mikayla was positive that JJ and Erika were having sex, brother JJ was probably getting it whenever he wanted - right under their parent's noses.
Mikayla thought her brother was the sexiest teenaged guy she had ever seen. She secretly had the major hots for his long lean body. She would do him in a second if he acted even a little interested. But she had never tried seducing JJ because of Erika. Why would her brother want her gangly, flat-chested body when he had access to Erika's spectacular one? Mikayla looked at things differently now that she had some sexual experience on her resume. In addition, JJ and Erika were spending less time together now that her brother had his driver's license.
After realizing this, she added seducing JJ to her "to do" list, then returned to the problem of finding one or two security people she could enlist to her cause. She figured that the best way to find someone she could exploit would be to find out about their personal lives. She knew just the person to get her the information she needed. After the first day of school of the new year, she sat at her desk and made a phone call.
Across town in the exclusive Conch River gated community, Justin Hughes almost peed his pants when Mikayla identified herself on the phone. Thirteen-year-old Justin was the oldest son of Scott and Mitzi Hughes. Justin had known Mikayla all his life as their mothers were good friends and worked together. His mother, Mitzi (Walker) Hughes, was the chief operating officer of Turner and Thornton Holdings. When they were younger, Mikayla was just a friend, a tough little tomboy who liked to ride horses and play baseball with him. That had all changed two years ago when Mikayla reached puberty. Suddenly she developed other interests that were a mystery to him and they drifted apart.
Six months ago, the mystery revealed itself to Justin when he hit puberty himself. When he discovered the pleasure of masturbation, Mikayla became the star of his jerk-off fantasies. To Justin, Mikayla was a beautiful but unobtainable goddess. After all, she was almost fifteen and way more mature than he was. Yet, there she was on the phone asking him if he could help her with her computer.
Justin was definitely Scott Hughes son; he was tall, skinny, and owlish-looking in his glasses. In addition, he was a third-generation computer geek. At the age of thirteen, he had already passed both his father and grandfather in his ability to navigate the binary universe. Justin wisely kept much of his ability to himself; it would not bode well for him if his parents found out the extent of his skills or how he used them.
Justin was slightly puzzled by Mikayla's request. He knew that she was no slouch when it came to computing. Heck, he bet that, if she applied herself, she could be as skilled as he was. It must be a doozie of a problem if she needed his help. Well, whatever her reason, he was not going to pass up the opportunity to spend time with her, even if it was hard for him to breathe when he was near her.
Justin had his dick out of his pants before the phone's handset had stopped rocking in its cradle. He used his left hand to click open a file folder labeled "MT" then enter the complex password that protected it. The file contained a dozen nude photographs of young women, all of whom had had Mikayla's face grafted onto their bodies. Justin had hacked dozens of pay porn sites to track down those tall slender bodies with their smallish breasts. The results of his morphing were pictures that only an expert could tell were doctored.
Mikayla hung up the phone smiling in triumph. She did not think manipulating Justin was going to be very tough. She knew that he had a crush on her; she could tell by the way he acted at the Christmas party. She was prepared to make Justin the luckiest eighth grader at the middle school if he could do what she wanted. Mikayla wanted to hack into the personnel files of Turner-Thornton Holdings to glean information about the security personnel. She needed clues that would direct her toward the ones who might be easily influenced.
While she was at it, she also wanted to hack into the Palmdale Savings Bank computer system. Mikayla had millions of dollars on deposit in the bank and it was all accessible to her. Her Papa Charles left every one of his heirs their inheritance with no strings attached. Her parents did not try to control her money or spending. Her mother was adamant about that. From an early age, Mikayla had been taught the real value of money and the responsibilities that came with it. Her parents did, however, monitor her spending, receiving a monthly accounting of her transactions. If an item caught their attention, Melissa would sit down with Mikayla and discuss it. The system had worked fine with the old Mikayla but it was not going to fit her new lifestyle at all.
Mikayla was smart enough to know that the bank took heavy precautions to protect their assets, so she was going to simply divert the itemized accounting of her transactions. She would get Justin to change her administrative data so both the electronic and paper versions would go to an address that she specified then an altered and sanitized version would be sent to her parents.
Mikayla was tired of having so little say in her life, and tired of living in a fishbowl because of her parents' ambitions. It pissed her off that, even though she was demonstrably as mature as her brother, she was still being treated as if she were a ten-year-old. She had a cure for all that though; she would continue to live the life she desired on the sly until she was sixteen - then she would emancipate herself. In an abstract way, Jake would have been proud of his daughter's ability to make a plan and think it through.
Mikayla was broken out of her reverie by the ringing of her phone. She let it ring a couple of times; she had a good idea who it might be. She picked up the receiver and in a flat, emotionless voice answered the call.
"I miss you, Kayla, can I come see you?" said a crying Tiffany Holt.
Mikayla suppressed a smile at how miserable Tiffany sounded. It was certainly a different voice than the one Tiffany had used when they parted at the New Year's Eve party. Then Tiffany had been all stern and parental as she told Mikayla that love between them was impossible, regardless of what either of them wanted. Her reaction had caught Mikayla by surprise; but she played out her part, acting hurt and storming off. Tiffany had avoided her for the rest of the evening so Mikayla hung out with Debbie and Cherie. Mikayla was not concerned with Tiffany's little speech; after all, Mikayla had nothing to lose no matter what Tiffany decided.
Mikayla was also very fascinated by the interaction between her Aunt Debbie and diminutive Cheri. She picked up the nature of their relationship immediately. Mikayla had always admired Debbie's strength and assertiveness; but this was Mikayla's first glimpse of this sexual side of her aunt. Mikayla could not help but wonder what it was like in bed for Cheri and Debbie. She was willing to bet that Debbie used her little friend hard. Thinking of the two women together was making her horny. Mikayla was more determined than ever to have Tiffany.
Mikayla snapped back to the present.
"I thought you didn't want to be with me," Mikayla said, sounding hurt.
"No, Honey, it's not that at all. I just... Please let me come over and I'll explain it to you," Tiffany begged.
"I don't know, Tiffany, you hurt me at the party; why should I see you now?"
"I know I hurt you, Sweetheart, and I am so sorry. Please let me come over."
Mikayla paused a few seconds as if she were thinking it over.
"Okay, I guess. I'll call down to the gate house so they'll let you in."
"Thank you," Tiffany said her voice heavy with relief.
Tiffany looked at her face in the mirror as she tried to wash the puffiness out of her eyes. She had been a wreck for the past two days. At the time, her decision on New Year's Eve to not get involved with Mikayla sounded good. Now it was tearing her heart out. The depth of her feelings for the young woman confounded her. Poor Tiffany had bottled up her feeling for so long that when they burst forth they over-powered her.
Tiffany spent fifteen minutes fixing her make up and another fifteen dressing. She was anxious to see Mikayla; yet, she wanted to look her best when she did. Tiffany wore an outfit that she knew Mikayla liked, a red tartan wrap skirt and a white button up blouse. Underneath she wore the white satin and lace bra and panty set Mikayla had bought her. She opted for tennis shoes and white ankle sox instead of pantyhose. Tiffany smiled as she checked her appearance in the mirror one last time; with her hair pulled back in the ponytail, she looked almost the way she did when she was in college. Tiffany grabbed her purse and car keys and shot out the door.
Thirty minutes later Tiffany was sitting on Mikayla's couch. Mikayla's bedroom was really a nicely decorated two-room suite with an adjoining bath. She had a sitting room with a television, stereo, and computer desk to go along with a large bedroom with walk-in closet. Mikayla disappeared down the hall and returned with a Diet Coke for each of them. She handed Tiffany the cold soda then sat on her desk chair.
"So what do you need to talk about, Mrs. Holt?"
Tiffany recoiled slightly at the cold tone of Mikayla's voice and the formal address. She pensively bit her lip then started talking.
"Kayla, I want to tell you again how sorry I am for the way I acted the other night. But please try to understand how I feel. I adore you, Honey, I love to be around you; the thought of losing you is breaking my heart. Your kisses thrill me to my core but I am wrapped up in guilt over what we are doing. That's why I don't kiss you, I just can't get over the hurdle my guilt erects. I don't have that problem when you kiss me because you start it; does that make sense to you?"
Mikayla regarded her steadily, as her mind flashed back to her Aunt Debbie and Cheri. It was clear that, in that relationship, Debbie was dominant and Cheri seemed to be very happy with it. Could that be what Tiffany needed? The thought that it might, sent a quiver through Mikayla.
"I think I understand, Tiffany. Come over here," said Mikayla as she spread her legs apart to make a space.
Tiffany rose slowly to her feet and stood in front of Mikayla. Mikayla motioned her closer until Tiffany was standing between Mikayla's denim-clad legs. Mikayla leaned back in her chair, closed her spread legs until they just touched Tiffany's, and looked into Tiffany's eyes.
"So, you'll do what I want if I tell you?" Mikayla asked. She could see that Tiffany clearly understood the commitment question.
"Yes, as long as it doesn't jeopardized my marriage or family."
Mikayla shrugged. "I've got my own reasons to keep this between the two of us."
Mikayla stood up, took Tiffany by the hand and led her back to the settee. She pushed Tiffany backward until she was sitting down then climbed onto her so that she was straddling Tiffany's legs. Mikayla grabbed two handfuls of Tiffany's thick blonde hair and forced her head back until Tiffany was looking up into her eyes again. Tiffany's eyes were hooded with unconcealed lust. Oh yes, it was much better this way; just as it was in college when her roommate Tara simply took her whenever and how ever she wanted. Tiffany closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure when Mikayla's lips pressed against hers.
Mikayla wasted no time in testing Tiffany's promises. She broke the kiss, leaned back, and pulled her sweater over her head.
"Now you," the younger girl ordered.
Tiffany pulled her blouse out of her skirt and quickly shed it. Mikayla was delighted that Tiffany was wearing one of the new front-clasp bras. Mikayla eagerly reached forward and popped open the fastener. Tiffany's bra soon joined her blouse on the floor and Mikayla finally had her hands on those lush melons. Mikayla marveled at the feel of them as she hefted first one, then the other. They were a wonder of nature: full, firm, and silky smooth. Her nipples were perfectly positioned small, pink, upturned nubbins each centered on half-dollar sized pinkish brown areolas. Mikayla took each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and firmly squeezed them simultaneously. Tiffany moaned and pushed her breasts harder into Mikayla's hands.
"So, my woman likes it a little rough."
Tiffany blushed prettily and nodded her head.
"How hard do you like it?" Mikayla asked teasingly.
Tiffany kept her eyes down cast and whispered, "You decide."
Mikayla slipped off Tiffany and sat beside her on the couch, discarding her own bra as she went. Grabbing Tiffany by the hair again she guided her conquest's mouth to her own throbbing nipple.
"It's getting late, Tiffany, get me off with your fingers - then you have to go."
Tiffany nodded, unsnapped Mikayla's jeans, and got busy.
Fifteen minutes later, Tiffany was on the road headed home, the scent of her beautiful young lover still aromatic on her fingers. Tiffany used those same fingers to give herself a very satisfying orgasm of her own. Tiffany was the happiest she had been in fifteen years. Mikayla was so deliciously naughty! Tomorrow, she wanted Tiffany to come over right after school dressed as a schoolteacher. Some boy that she needed a favor from would be there and she wanted to tease him. Tiffany already had the perfect outfit in mind.
A driver from the ranch picked Justin up from school on Friday afternoon. Mikayla was already home as the high school was dismissed thirty minutes earlier than the middle school. JJ answered the door when Justin rang the bell. JJ said Mikayla was in her room but was expecting him - then pointed Justin down the right hallway. Justin remembered where Mikayla's room was and knocked on the door.
Come in, Justin," Mikayla sang out sweetly.
Justin pushed through the door and froze in his tracks. The most perfect girl in the universe was standing in the doorway to her bathroom casually brushing her wet hair. She was wearing a short silk kimono that clung enticingly to her still-wet body. Justin's dick lurched against the restraining jockstrap he had worn as a precaution.
"I'll just be a minute, Sweetie. I didn't get to shower after phys-ed and I didn't want to be stinky for you," she said.
"Ssss' hokay," Justin croaked.
Mikayla gave him a dazzling smile as she continued to brush. Justin tried not to stare at her; but Geez Louise, she was so freakin' beautiful. Justin's dick continued to fight against the confining jock as he realized she was probably naked under the robe. Mikayla seemed unaware that her robe was gaping open and that he could see part of her breast. Mikayla stepped back into the bathroom and emerged a second later without the hairbrush.
"All done," Mikayla said. "Will you excuse me while I get dressed?"
This time Justin could not even croak an answer. He just nodded dumbly. Mikayla smiled at him again and walked towards her closet, she dropped the robe off her shoulders as she went through the door. Justin almost came in his pants when he caught the briefest flash of her panty-covered ass.
Mikayla had all she could do not to laugh at the boy as she put on a miniskirt and sweater. His reaction to her was both funny and empowering. It thrilled her to know that a boy, even one as young as Justin, was ga-ga over her. Well, young Justin had a very good chance of getting "first time lucky" if he cooperated. Mikayla felt her panties getting damp at the thought of taking Justin's virginity. Of course if she gave him some he might lose his incentive to help her in the future. Then again, wanting it again might make him even more eager to help. She would just have to play it by ear, she guessed.
Mikayla walked back into her sitting room and slid onto the couch right next to Justin. She giggled when his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. Then she turned serious.
"Justin, do you really like me?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah, Kayla, I like you a lot," he stammered.
"Good, cause I like you too. What I want you to help me with on my computer isn't exactly legal. I don't mean like stealing or spying or anything but, I need you to hack into a couple of places for me. Do you like me enough to do that?"
Justin was grinning ear to ear; he had barely heard anything she said past "I like you too". He nodded his head. Oh yeah, he would hack a computer for her in a flash; heck, he would even do those other things if that was what she wanted. She liked him.
Mikayla gave him another smile and fixed him with her eyes. Oh, man, did she have pretty eyes! Eyes that got bigger and bigger as she leaned towards him. When she closed the distance between their faces and touched her lips to his, Justin's heart was pounding so hard it almost jumped out of his chest. Then she pushed her tongue in his mouth and gave him his first serious French kiss. When she pulled back to look him in the eyes again, he was totally and forever hers.
"If the stuff with the computer works, you'll get more of those and maybe even more," she purred. Then her voice change to hard-edged steel. "But if you tell anyone about us or anything we do, I'll never speak to you again as long as I live. I'll deny everything and make up stories about you that will ruin your whole life. Got it?"
"I swear, Mikayla, I'd die first," Justin promised solemnly.
"Good, let's get busy. It's almost time for my tutor to arrive."
Justin nodded eagerly and went to her computer. Mikayla's eyes widened when she saw the softball sized lump in the front of his jeans. "Jesus, he must be hung like a horse" she thought. Justin's chances of eventually getting lucky improved significantly as Mikayla surreptitiously checked out his package. She had only seen two hard dicks in her life and neither appeared to be close to the size of Justin's.
Justin himself was self conscious about the size of his rod. All the Hughes men were big down there. The family curse, his dad called it; the family blessing, his mom called it.
Breaking into the TnT Holdings' personnel computer was child's play for Justin as there were no protective programs guarding what was considered routine information. What little security that was there was associated with salary and performance reviews. Justin set up an undetectable backdoor for Mikayla that gave her unrestricted access to all personnel records.
Cracking Palmdale Savings Bank's system was harder. It took twenty minutes of manipulation before Mikayla's administrative data was changed so that her transaction summary was routed to a Mail Boxes & Etc post office box she had rented. When he was finished Mikayla squealed in delight and plopped herself down in his lap. She ground her tight little ass on his bulge as she rained kisses on his neck.
"Oh, Justin, you're my hero," she purred.
Justin almost passed out when she took his hand and put it on her breast. He gave it a squeeze and she moaned appreciatively.
"I want more of this, Justin, but my tutor will be here soon. If you can stay for awhile I'll have her drive you home."
Justin agreed, of course, anything to keep himself in her presence. They were still making out on her desk chair when Tiffany knocked on the door. Mikayla let her in grinning widely at Tiffany's outfit. Tiffany was wearing a charcoal gray business suit that had been figure-hugging when she was ten pounds lighter, now it was figure-revealing. Under the suit's jacket, she wore a pink sleeveless shell and the pink bra Mikayla bought for her. She had on smoky black stockings and black heels. Her hair was swept up with big combs and she wore theatrical horn-rimmed glasses. She looked like the woman in the Van Halen video, "Hot for Teacher".
Justin went goggle-eyed when he saw her. Wow, whatever she tutored was going to become his favorite subject.
"Justin, this is Tiffany; Tiff, this is my very good friend Justin Hughes. He just helped me a ton with a computer project that I was working on. Justin, can you excuse us a minute I need to talk to Tiffany about something."
Without waiting for Justin to answer, Mikayla dragged Tiffany into the bedroom, closed the door and kissed her hotly. Tiffany kissed her back with the same passion. Tiffany was as sexually excited as she had ever been. In only one day, Mikayla had taken her farther than her college roommate by having her dress up and pretend to be a sexy schoolteacher. Tiffany did not protest when Mikayla unbuttoned her jacket and took it off.
"Which do you want to leave in here Tiff, the blouse or your bra?"
"I'll wear whichever you want Kayla; but what exactly am I supposed to do?"
"You are going to be sexy and turn all three of us on. Give Justin a peek at your goodies. God, I wish that skirt wasn't so tight; I'd love to get my hand under it. I want you to go braless. Take off your jacket once we are back in the sitting room and follow my lead."
Tiffany hurriedly took off her jacket and blouse. Mikayla divested her of the bra then nipped and licked her nipples until they were quite prominent. They walked back into the sitting room and, for the next hour, Tiffany pretended to be teaching Mikayla how to model. Tiffany posed provocatively, walked sexily, and strutted her stuff.
Justin sprinted to his room when they dropped him off at his house after each of them had given him a big kiss. Justin had a case of blue balls that he figured was only minutes away from being terminal. Justin locked his door, yanked off his pants and jock, then fell back on his bed. It took about ten strokes for him to explode. He came so hard a wad of cum almost knocked his glasses off. If he had not been wearing them, he was positive he would have put his eye out.
Mikayla got to third base with Tiffany in the front seat of Tiffany's Volvo parked in the Holts' garage an hour later. Tiffany came so hard on Mikayla's fingers she almost passed out. It had been absolutely the most sexually thrilling day of Tiffany's life. She could hardly wait for Mikayla to take her to bed and make love to her properly. Tiffany was also surprised by how exciting she had found teasing Justin to be. His open admiration of her charms turned her on to no end. If Mikayla had told her to do more than just tease him, Tiffany probably would have.
That night Mikayla slipped into Chazz's room and fucked him until he
could not get it up any more. The next morning Chazz drove her to the
bank where she withdrew a thousand dollars so he could replenish his
stash. That night, while Tiffany thought she and Brittany were at the
skating rink, Mikayla got stoned and had her first threesome as she
sucked off Jason while Chazz took her without a rubber for the first
time. All in all, it was the most memorable weekend of her young life.
She could not wait to see how she could top it; the only certain thing
was that she would find a way to make the highs higher.