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 ï>¿My Girl Next Door by RickSands CopyrightÂ(C) 2021 by RickSands

   Chapter 10

   I happened to be out front when Jennie returned home the next day, Troy
letting her off down the block and allowing her to surreptitiously meander
home as though just walking back from a girlfriend -(TM)s.  I walked toward
her, telling her we needed to talk but she waved me off.   -œI have enough
shit to deal with Taylor.  Save it.  I -(TM)ll come by some other time. -

    -œNo, for real Jennie.  We seriously need to talk. -

   Jennie ignored me and just kept walking, straight into home, into what I
knew was a lion -(TM)s den.  I wanted to follow her in, pretend that Tim
and I had a date with a basketball or something.  I went the more cowardly
route, hanging out by the fence and listening for raised voices and
slamming doors, but it all stayed pretty quiet.  That was normal for
Jennie. Her silent treatments could be the worst.

   I went by later in the afternoon, honestly hoping to find Tim and check
on his bicycle, but when Sherry answered the door she cut me off and let me
know it wasn -(TM)t a good time.  The next day was a little better, Jennie
texting and inviting me over for lunch.  It was pretty strange.  Everybody
sitting around the table and talking nice, Tim excited about a full week of
vacation and Sherry taking a few days off from work to hang out with the
kids.  Sherry and Jennie acted like best friends, but I knew better.

   Much to Jennie -(TM)s disgust I helped Sherry with the dishes.  After
Jennie disappeared into her room, I asked Sherrie about how things were
with Jennie.  Seems that she hadn -(TM)t had any better luck than me, but
that was mostly from a lack of trying.

    -œDidn -(TM)t you confront her?  Point out that you know what -(TM)s
going on with her and some guy on a motorcycle? -

    -œNo, I just couldn -(TM)t.  The words just stick in my throat every
time I even think of it.  I asked her about who else she was seeing and why
she broke up with you, but she just walks away and says nothing -(TM)s
going on and doesn -(TM)t want to talk about you. -

   We talked for ten minutes before Jennie walked in and helped herself to
an orange, slowly peeling it and staring at Sherry and me.  I got the hint,
giving Sherry a polite goodbye but telling Jennie she should come over
later.  She grunted out a response and of course never showed up.

   So the next day held no promise for me, especially after I saw Jennie
walking down the street toward Sam -(TM)s house.  Then Tim came over and
asked me to help tighten his bike chain, giving me an enthusiastic thanks
before riding off to one of his friend -(TM)s.  Which left Sherry all alone
in her house.

   The screen door was shut but unlocked, the door open, and with a
thousand thoughts going through my head I quietly entered and walked
through the house.  Sherry wasn -(TM)t in the kitchen, so without much
thought I went down the hallway, first checking Jennie -(TM)s room and the
laundry room before pushing open Sherry -(TM)s bedroom door.  She was just
standing at her dresser, her back bare, folding some clothes and seemingly
unaware of my presence until I said her name and began walking toward her.

   Sherry turned to face me while bringing a newly folded blouse up to
cover her bare chest, letting out a gasp and leaning back against the
dresser.   -œOh!  Taylor, I didn -(TM)t hear you. -

   I don -(TM)t know why she didn -(TM)t have a top on, though it was
pretty common for her to change clothing maybe three times a day.  I
suppose she was just choosing a new blouse when I walked in and disturbed
her.  I should have excused myself and left, but so far every time I had
done what I was supposed to do I just got left out in the cold.

   I walked up and put a hand on her shoulder which made Sherry squeeze her
shoulders in.   -œTaylor.  Please.  You know we can -(TM)t, and Tim could
come back... - She left it hanging, letting me choose, saying no without
ever telling me no.

   I really didn -(TM)t feel like talking and so I just said what I thought
every man is supposed to say.   -œMy god but you -(TM)re beautiful Sherry.
You know how much I want you.  The kids are gone... - I just left it open,
not knowing what else to say.  Sure, I wanted to say I loved her, that I
needed her more than I had ever needed anyone ever before, but I forced
myself to shut up and instead leaned in to kiss her.

   She didn -(TM)t move away, even leaned forward and kissed me back,
putting a hand up to my head and holding me close.  Sherry was good at
kissing, giving me back a much better kiss than I had ever given any girl
in my life.  I was sure she wanted me, maybe even cared for me, but as our
lips parted she turned away, turned her back to me, still clutching her
folded blouse close to her chest.

   No way I was going to leave it at that.  Even as Sherry tried to move
sideways I wrapped my arms around her and put one leg in front of her,
tripping her down to her bedroom rug, her arms remaining tight against her
chest as though protecting her breasts.  As she folded to the floor I was
right there with her, my body covering hers, my crotch pressing into her
ass, my arms holding her shoulders and my face pressing into the side of
her head.  I could smell the scent of her perfume, of her soap, of her
sweat.

   As I held her body close to mine, I murmured into her ear of how turned
on I was by her.  She didn -(TM)t say anything but a simple  -œReally?  You
that horny for an older woman? - which was all I needed in the way of an
approval to move ahead.  If she had worn a pair of her skin-tight jeans I
would have been stymied, but on this warm spring day Sherrie had on a
mid-length skirt, reaching down toward her knees which was now rising up
and inviting me to open her ass to view.  I expected her to scream at me or
roll away when I put my hand on her thigh, but I could swear she opened her
legs just a fraction, and then she closed her eyes as though in
anticipation.

   I sat back on her lower legs and used both hands to push her dress up,
my fingers lightly following her very firm thighs up to the high rising
curve of her ass, then pushing her dress up to reveal Sherry -(TM)s most
wonderful womanly assets to my eyes.  There I found every man -(TM)s dream,
her ass bare, her thick and lightly forested lower lips wet and glimmering
in the light that came through the window.  I had to wonder how often
Sherry walked around without a pair of panties on, her snatch open to a
simple reach of my hand.  For that moment she was mine and all of my
inhibitions disappeared.  With my ass pressing down on her legs and using
one hand to press deep into Sherry -(TM)s labia, I used my remaining hand
to unzip my pants and wrestle out my fully engorged and very frustrated
cock.

   It wasn -(TM)t a slow and loving merging of our bodies.  I simply lay
down on her, pushing my cock into the space between her legs, and with only
a couple of experimental thrusts found Sherry -(TM)s wet if unwilling hole
and forced myself through her slippery gates.  As I entered her, Sherry
gasped and said,  -œNo, wait a minute Taylor. - I heard the words but
chose not to understand, and as I pulled back and pushed into her very warm
and wet hole, she let out a short grunt and pulled her legs in, closing her
knees.  It was way too late to stop me.  I pushed in another couple of
inches, sliding easily through her wet tunnel, tighter because of her
clenched thighs but still hot and slippery with her juices.  I ground down
into her ass, pushing deeper and causing Sherry to push another of her
hands out to balance her, thus making her two breasts available to my
hands.

   That -(TM)s where I settled in, grinding into Sherry -(TM)s ass, my cock
filling a good portion of her unquenchable cunt, my chest pushing down into
her back as my hands protected and massaged her tits.  I was finally able
to collapse onto her back, my head coming equal to hers, our cheeks
touching as I began my remorseless attack and takeover of what I knew
should be mine.

   Yeah, I know.  Crushing your one true love into the floor and forcing
your cock up into her pussy, however wet and welcoming, is no way to gain
her love.  I knew that and cursed myself for my selfish impulses, one part
of me wanting to pull out and apologize while another part of me wanted to
continue the assault and physically claim Sherry with a flood of my
personal brand of seed.

   No way I was going to simply pull out and go home, but I did want to
ease the weight of my body on her.  After a few minutes of reacquainting my
cock with the wonders of Sherry -(TM)s pussy, I forced myself to slow and
finally stop my assault.  I pulled my hands back from her chest, sliding my
knees up to either side of her knees then pulling her ass up and back as I
rose slightly on my knees.

   This left us in a kind of spoon position, me hunched over her kneeling
form, like we were really doing it doggie style.  My cock was still largely
embedded inside of her but this gave Sherry room to breathe and relax as I
began again to fuck her from behind.  With my hands pushing up to knead her
swaying breasts, I could feel Sherry begin to respond to my slower but
balls-deep thrusts.  As Sherry began to moan and respond to my loving, I
began to rejoice in a possible repeat performance of what we had enjoyed
together just a couple of weeks before.

   I thought Sherry was mine, wanted to be mine, with her moans filling the
room and her pussy hot and wet as her ass began pushing back in a demand
for me to fill her.  Yet after only a minute of this, Sherry suddenly stops
the backward thrust of her hips and instead begins crawling forward,
completely disengaging my cock from her wet tunnel.  In a short second she
reaches the side of the bed, reaching out as though to pull herself up, but
I -(TM)m there to pull her back, to continue our reunion.  This is when she
gasps,  -œNo, wait Taylor, - and simply shifts her hips, turning and
sitting on the carpet at the side of the bed.  Her ass and twat pressed
into the rug, hidden from me while she looked up at me, gasping for breath,
her face sweating, her breasts open for me to see.

   Instead of cursing me or striking out, Sherry reached out a hand to
touch my face, again whispering  -œTaylor, - but no more.  With hardly a
pause I rose on my knees, moved forward a foot, and presented my still hard
and throbbing cock to Sherry -(TM)s face.  All girls at school knew what
this meant, at least any with a history of dating, and I -(TM)m pretty sure
Sherry had her share of boyfriends back before she got married.  Not
bothering to wait for Sherry to react, my two hands reached out to hold
either side of her beautiful head of hair, pulling her head in as I pushed
the wide head of my glistening cock to her mouth.

   Not quite the same as what she had done for me in the kitchen, but
Sherry showed me again that she knew how to please a man.  She reached out
with one hand to pull down my upright staff, first licking off a large drop
of my pre-cum before sucking the leading tip into her mouth.  I was happy
to help, pulling her head in with one hand and just slightly pushing in
with my hips.  Otherwise I didn -(TM)t need to do much, Sherry doing a
wonderful job of her own.  She didn -(TM)t go deep and I didn -(TM)t force
it, but she was a master of sucking and tonguing, swallowing down the
secretions I had pulled out of her and seeming to be hungry for everything
my balls could pour down her throat.

   What I most got off on was the sound of her sucking my dick, the
slurping sucking swallowing sounds as she drank down all of what her juicy
twat had wet my cock with.  Sherry showed skills no woman could talk of in
polite company, not with anybody, only showed with a man she loved and
wanted to bring to a climax in that very special way.

   I would have happily had Sherry bring my balls to a boil, pouring forth
a double dose of hot cream into her mouth, holding her head tight as I shot
my load down her throat.  It was always a turn on for me to see and hear
Jennie receive a full days worth of cum in her mouth, watching her face as
she worked to receive and swallow my jism.  No different for Sherry,
seriously wanting to hold her head in a vise as I unloaded into her.

   This was different.  I didn -(TM)t want to just fuck and cum and leave
embarrassed and unsure of what I meant to her.  More than anything I wanted
her to know I was making love to her.  Sure, fucking her into the ground,
but with more than just an orgasm in mind.  I decided that shoving the
entire length of my cock down her throat wasn -(TM)t going to get me
anywhere with her, so I paused and forced myself to pull back.

   Going against everything my mind and cock were telling me, I stopped
Sherry -(TM)s hands from helping her lips bring me to the edge of oblivion
and pulled back on my hips.  My cock popped out and up, a long string of my
pre-cum still joining us.  I took a deep breath and pulled Sherry up to
stand by the bed.  She stumbled up, rising before me, naked but for the
short skirt.  I pulled her into a kiss, sweet and salty and sticky from her
oral labors down below, then pushed her back onto the bed.

   She probably thought I was just going to fuck her, but more than
anything else I wanted to drink her down, taste her twat and all her loving
juices.  Sherry put her feet on the lower edge of the bed and prepared to
push herself back onto the center of the bed.  My balls were in so much
need they hurt, but I had other thoughts filling my mind.

   I put a hand under each bent knee and pulled her ass just over the edge.
Then I kneeled and pushed my face into her open twat, her skirt covering my
head as I tried to take in the sight of her pussy.  I was mesmerized at the
sight of her furry brown pussy, huge lips with a pink inner slit that
called to me.  With her knees thrown over my shoulders I pushed her skirt
up to her stomach and pressed my face into her thick wet folds of womanly
flesh, one thumb easily being sucked into her hole as my lips wrapped
around her clit.

   It was hard and erect, like one of her nipples, and as I began tonguing
and sucking on it Sherry let out a moan.  I was even able to work out a
technique with the piercing, like a ring just above the clit.  I began
sucking and tonguing, drowning in her increasing juices.  To me it was like
rain from heaven.  With one hand grabbing a fist of my hair she pulled me
in tighter, locking her legs around my head and forcing me to devote my
life to her pleasure.

   I didn -(TM)t mind.  With a gentle rubbing inside of her hole with my
thumb, I happily drank down the liquids that seemed to magically flow into
my mouth, every suck of Sherry -(TM)s clit giving me what seemed to be a
full ounce of liquid joy.  I wouldn -(TM)t have minded staying between her
legs for the rest of the afternoon, my mouth and hands making love to her
twat and tits.  Before too long Sherry -(TM)s moans of pleasure turned into
short sharp shrieks, finally ending with her legs locking my face so
tightly into her pussy I couldn -(TM)t breathe.  She finally relented,
loosening her legs but pushing a hand down to cover her slit, her other
hand pulling me up to join her.

   Instead of crawling up to lay next to Sherry, I did the most selfish of
things and just stood up.  There she was, Knees wide and her dripping wet
twat right at the edge of the bed, begging for me to join her in the most
intimate of unions.  It took all of thirty seconds for me to strip, shirt
and pants tossed into a dark corner, Sherry unmoving as she watched.  Then
I stepped to the edge of the bed, pushing her knees wide and pushing her
skirt up to reveal her glimmering twat.  I wrapped my hands around Sherry
-(TM)s waist and pulled up on her ass, bringing her hole even to the tip of
my cock.  After a few plays through her slit I pushed in, easily levering
her hole open and burying a good three inches of my aching cock inside of
her.

   Sherry let out another groan, one hand down to grab one of my wrists,
her other hand feeling up her own tits as I began pushing in and making her
pussy mine.  After only a minute I was balls deep into her, giving hard but
short grinding thrusts in, my scrotal sac slapping against Sherry -(TM)s
ass as I held her up and out over the bed.  That was it for the next couple
of minutes, just some hard fucking, my cock screaming in delight at being
able to fully enter this woman, her hole deep and wet enough to take my
entire length, Sherry giving out a grunt of appreciation with every thrust
in.

   I was ready to go all the way, to lay down and crush her and fuck her
and let loose inside of the woman of my dreams, but then reality came into
the picture and changed everything.

    -œTaylor, no, stop.  You can -(TM)t cum in me Taylor. - It was Sherry,
for some reason telling me to stop the most wonderful fuck of my life.  
-œI -(TM)m so sorry, but I -(TM)m sure to get pregnant.  I don -(TM)t have
any protection.  Please don -(TM)t cum in me. -

   Shit.  Why didn -(TM)t she say so while I had my cock in her mouth? 
There was the temptation to just keep going, but I liked Sherry too much
and wanted more than anything to know she -(TM)d welcome me back that night
and for every other night into the near future.  So I slowed, I paused, And
then I pulled back, my cock pulling out from inside her with a wet slurping
sound.  As I stepped back, my cock popped straight up, the fat leading tip
gleaming wet and red as though angry at being denied his rightful place
between Sherry -(TM)s legs.  I lowered her legs and looked down at her,
breathing hard and sweating and unsure of what I needed to do other than
scream out my frustration.

   Sherry showed me the way, though I -(TM)m not sure she meant to. 
Breathing hard and shimmering from the sweat of our exertions, Sherry
turned over and pulled a knee up onto the bed and started to crawl away
from me.  But in that instant I saw my salvation.  Her skirt was still high
above her waist, her ass reaching out to me, her pussy hanging down and
dripping with what I had pulled out of her.  And just above was her anus,
showing dark and demanding against the much lighter skin that made up her
firm round ass cheeks.  It only took me a second, reaching out to wrap my
hands around Sherry -(TM)s retreating waist and holding her in mid-movement
as my crotch pressed into her firm round ass.

   I didn -(TM)t even need to look for any of the lubricant Jennie
sometimes needed.  Sherry -(TM)s ass was slick and my cock coated with our
shared secretions, and with only a check for aim I pressed into her anus,
pausing for just a second before the leading hood of my cock popped into
her.

   Sherry let out a long loud groan, one hand reaching back and hitting my
arm, her head lowering to the bed.  She attempted to crawl forward but I
held her tight, keeping the leading hood of my cock well past the anal
sphincter that held such a tight grasp on my cock.  She let out another
moan and I thought I was going to have to fight her, worried that she might
try to jerk her ass off me and crawl away.  Just the opposite.  Rather than
try to move away as Jessie often did, Sherry took another deep breath and
pushed back.

   My cock was slick and coated with her cum and another inch of my rod
easily disappeared into her ass.  Over the next few minutes we merged, my
entire length being eaten down and disappearing into Sherry.  Her grunts of
approval were matched by her hips, fucking back with every thrust into her
rectal depths.  I was completely overwhelmed when my balls began slapping
into her, my cock fully engulfed and her ass demanding more.

   That -(TM)s when the real fuck began, my hands pulling her hips back and
my crotch slamming into her, Sherry completely impaled on my long hard
length and letting out quiet moans and joining me in my abandonment.  For
the next five minutes or so I stood there at the edge of the bed, pulling
up on Sherry -(TM)s waist and pounding down into her ass, lost in the
moment as my most unspeakable lusts were made real.  We were mostly silent
but for the wet slapping together of our bodies, though I did throw out a
few choice comments about how great a fuck she was.  Then Sherry -(TM)s
moans grew louder, her movements becoming more jerky, and then words,
telling me not to stop, it all ending with a wail, a long low wail with her
hands beating down into the bedding and her most beautiful face, wet with
perspiration, turned toward me with her eyes closed.

   That was pretty amazing to me.  Jennie never got off on me doing her
backdoor unless I went slow and fingered her clit for a half hour. 
Watching Sherry orgasm let me know that it was my turn and I was ready for
it.  This is when I lay down on Sherry -(TM)s sweat-soaked back, feet on
the ground but leaning into her, grinding my cock and balls into her,
pounding her into the bouncing bed and building for the final moment.  Her
ass seemed just as capable as her pussy to take my entire length without a
complaint.  I mean it when I say I was balls deep, slapping hard into her.
Jennie would have been screaming bloody murder if I -(TM)d been this deep
and hard and rough, but Sherry seemed to want even more and I did my best
to give it to her.

   In only another minute the wave of joy overtook me, my balls letting
loose with everything I had been saving up over the past few days, my cock
feeling like a firehose pouring out an unending stream of cream.  Hands up
to feel out Sherry -(TM)s tits, my lips locked onto the back of her neck,
my cock deep inside of her, I felt all the joy of living and wished only
that the moment wouldn -(TM)t end.

   I found myself talking without thinking, still embedded inside of Sherry
and wanting to let it all out.  As my juices ebbed out through my softening
cock, I could hear myself murmuring about how much I loved her, of how I
never wanted to leave her.  When I realized what I was saying I stopped and
raised my head, but when I looked down on her sweat soaked face I saw her
smiling, and I heard and saw her say,  -œYou -(TM)re sweet Taylor. -
Sweet? I never heard that from Jennie.

   Then Sherry turned her head up and opened her eyes, and while gasping
for breath she somehow also said,  -œHaven -(TM)t done that in a while. 
Don -(TM)t tell me this is one of Jennie -(TM)s favorites. - Then a pause
and she tried to get up, letting me know that maybe it was time to pull out
of the hot wet and most illicit hole my cock was still embedded within.  I
stood, shakily, and pulled out, my eyes glued to the sight of Sherry -(TM)s
anus, hole still wide and dark with my departure, and as it began to pucker
back into place, a thin rivulet of white cream began to flow out and down
her leg.  I could only smile.

   Sherry suddenly sat up, pulling her forgotten skirt under her leaking
ass and looking up at me with a smile that quickly turned serious.  Taking
my hand she said,  -œTaylor.  This is all going way too fast, but before we
talk maybe first you need to take a shower. - She gave my softer yet still
half-hard cock a quick glance, reminding me of just where it had been
buried for the previous ten minutes.

    -œI -(TM)ll make-do in the half-bath, - she continued.  Maybe make
some tea. -

   Five minutes later and I was out of the bathroom and ready for another
couple of hours in bed.  I just couldn -(TM)t get the taste and feel of
Sherry -(TM)s body out of my mind, her pussy and ass and tits filling every
bit of my mind, but she was already in the kitchen and acting like I hadn
-(TM)t just stretched out all three of her holes just an hour before.  The
second I walked into the room she turned and said,  -œWe -(TM)ve got to
talk. -

   That always sounds like trouble when its coming from an adult and I
worried that Sherry was about to blow me off again, maybe tell me she didn
-(TM)t want to see me around the house anymore.  I walked up and acted as
mature as I could, nodding and serious but really sweating on the inside.
Yet as I reached out to touch her shoulder she put a hand on my hip,
rubbing my side a couple of times before getting to what she wanted to say.

   She got right to the point.   -œYou sure I -(TM)m not just a fill-in,
quick sex with an available woman after your girlfriend has left you? -

    -œDamn no. - I couldn -(TM)t come right out and tell Sherry that she
was a dozen times hotter than her cock-teasing little daughter, but I
-(TM)m sure Sherry knew that already.   -œI -(TM)m pretty serious about you
Sherry, - my head leaning in for another quick kiss.   -œJennie and I are
over each other, but you -(TM)re not the reason for the break up and she
-(TM)s not the reason why I want to be with you. -

    -œGood to know.  I like being with you Taylor.  You make me feel young
again, but you know my first thoughts are always going to be about Jennie.
She -(TM)s always going to come first. -

   I nodded, not feeling a need to say anything.  Sherry went on, recapping
what we -(TM)d talked about before, about Jennie probably seeing some older
guy, probably the guy on the motorcycle, and how worried Sherry was that
her baby was being molested and controlled and abused by some dirty old
man.

   I assured Sherry that as far as I knew, Jennie was okay and that I
-(TM)d try to convince her to talk with Sherry about it.  That -(TM)s when
Sherry smiled, which surprised me considering the topic we were covering.
Then she stunned me with a piece of history that showed how little I really
knew about Jennie.   -œNo way she wants to listen to me, but I really am
hoping you can slow her down, maybe make her realize she -(TM)s just a
little girl.  Taylor, did you know about her father? -

    -œUm, no.  I met him, but she doesn -(TM)t talk about him much. -

    -œGood, - replied Sherry.   -œYou see, her father and Jennie did
something a couple of years ago.  I -(TM)d say he assaulted her, but I
think it went on for a while, and Jennie never came to me about it, and
when I threw him out, she seems to have blamed me.  I know this sounds odd,
but I think she -(TM)s kind of fixated on older men, thinking of them as
her father, and now sees sex with them as some kind of replacement for her
father.  Do you get it? -

   I was stunned into silence, my jaw dropping, my head barely able to nod
in agreement.

    -œDon -(TM)t take it personally, Taylor, - Sherry said, all of a
sudden acting as though she had to protect me.   -œThat bastard should have
known better than to abuse a young girl.  And I should have seen it
earlier. I was afraid she was sneaking off to see him behind my back, but
maybe going around with this other man is just as bad.  If I call the
police she -(TM)ll just get kicked into some institution, maybe me as well.
We -(TM)ll all be blamed and I don -(TM)t think it -(TM)ll do anybody any
good.  I -(TM)m lost here, but maybe you can help.  When she comes home I
-(TM)ll try talking with her, confronting her about this man on the
motorcycle.  No more trying to be her best friend.  But if you see her
first, well, I don -(TM)t know.  If she won -(TM)t listen to me, then try
to get across that I -(TM)m not so much disapproving of whoever this guy is
as just worried for her. -

   I thought that would be it, but after a few seconds where Sherry just
looked out into space, past me, past the walls of the kitchen and into some
unknown, she suddenly turned back to me.   -œBe sure she knows I don -(TM)t
blame her, that I love her.  Be sure you tell her that Taylor.  More than
anything I don -(TM)t blame her.  I just want her back with me, back home.
-

   That -(TM)s when Sherry went quiet, her eyes filling with tears but none
finding their way down her cheeks.  I was still in shock over what we had
just talked about, but my feelings for Sherry had only grown.  I leaned in
and kissed her cheek, went cheek to cheek with her in a light hug and said,
 -œI -(TM)ll tell her.  And I -(TM)m betting she knows that already. -

   As I pulled back, Sherry smiled and again shocked me, though this time
in a way that made me fly a good foot off the ground.   -œTaylor.  Don
-(TM)t think I take you for granted or that I -(TM)m pushing you away.  It
-(TM)s just that right now all I can think about is what -(TM)s good for
Jennie.  But, you know, if my daughter doesn -(TM)t mind, I really hope you
can stay here more often.  It -(TM)s nice having you around. -

   That left a thousand things left unsaid, but it gave enough of a message
for my cock to harden and nearly pop out of the top of my pants.  I played
it cool, just leaning in to give Sherry a light kiss on her lips and say, 
-œI -(TM)ll see if I can find Jennie.  But you know I love you, right? -

   Sherry just smiled and pushed me away, but then said  -œJennie first
Taylor.  Then we -(TM)ll see. -

   I was flying a good foot off the ground as I returned home, checking my
phone for texts and wondering if I should call Bob and ask for Jennie
(something Jennie told me to never do).  As I walked in my front door, Dad
pulled me back to reality when he yelled out from the recliner in the
living-room.   -œTaylor.  Jennie was here a little while ago, and just so
you know, I think she -(TM)s mad at you.  Better check out your room. -

   Uh-oh.  Sounded like trouble, and there it was.  The mirror on my
dresser was covered in lipstick, spelling out the message  -œFuck You
Taylor! - That was it.  But that was enough.  She had been here an hour
before, meaning she had been home, meaning she had seen me and her mom.  My
stomach fell into a pit, but I remained determined to search Jennie out and
talk to her.  No more silence and quiet bullshit.  First check Sam -(TM)s
place, and then maybe have him call Bob.  One way or another, I had to talk
it out with Jennie.

   I found Jennie at Sam -(TM)s, stuffed into one of their old chairs in
the front room and playing some video game with animated animals.  She
scowled and threw out a standard  -œWhat do you want? - but otherwise didn
-(TM)t scream or stomp off like I thought she would.

   Using my most adult voice and staying calm and serous, I tried to reach
out to her.   -œYour mom said something, and I -(TM)d like to talk it out.
You okay with that? -

    -œIt was my mom who said it, - growled out Jennie.   -œWhatever it
was, talk it out with her.  You know, like an hour ago when you were
telling her what a great fuck she is. - Jennie paused her game and looked
straight at me, saying  -œJesus Taylor.  Right there, with all the doors
open.  I could hear you guys going at it from the street.  What were you
thinking? -

   Her face really screwed up when she said this, as though it hurt her to
have to say it, to even think of what she must have seen me doing with her
mom.  She swallowed, almost said something more but then went back to her
game, pretending to ignore me and especially trying to ignore Lone when he
walked out to see what Jennie was yelling about.  I ignored Lone and pushed
ahead.   -œC -(TM)mon Jennie.  Ten minutes.  I -(TM)ve just to ask you
something. -

    -œSo ask.  I -(TM)m right here. -

   I took a quick look up at Lone who didn -(TM)t look like he had anything
else to do.  Hoping he -(TM)d take a hint, I said,  -œAlone, Jennie.  And
listen, I -(TM)m sorry about your mom.  You want to yell at me for being
with your mom, fine, we can do that too, but just let me ask you a few
things.  Okay? -

   Not seeming to care that Lone was standing right next to her, Jennie
turned to me again and yelled out,  -œYou weren -(TM)t with my mom, Taylor.
You were pounding into her ass while telling the neighbors how much you
like her tits.  You -(TM)re such an asshole. -

    -œAnd you -(TM)re such a hypocrite, - I yelled back.  I had a lot more
to say but Lone suddenly spoke up, saying  -œReally?  Doing Jennie -(TM)s
mom?  Not cool dude. -

   I was going to throw up my hands and walk out but suddenly Jennie tossed
the controls, jumped out of her chair and headed outside.   -œFine.  Let
-(TM)s talk.  I need some air anyway. -

   Without a word to Lone I was out and right behind Jennie, joining her at
the sidewalk.  As we began to walk down the deserted street I
absentmindedly tried to take her hand.  Jennie just pulled it back and
crossed her chest with her arms, finally saying  -œSo, what?  What -(TM)s
so important that you need to talk to me?  And don -(TM)t even try
apologizing about what you guys were doing.  You want to fuck my mom? 
Fine, go ahead. -

   I had a thousand things I wanted to say, but I first wanted to warn her.
 -œYour mom saw you, last week some time.  You know, on the back of Bob
-(TM)s motorcycle.  At least I think it was Bob.  She was asking me about
it and I admitted that you were probably seeing some guy other than me. -

   Jennie stopped walking and looked down at the ground, then up to me.  
-œYeah, she was acting all weird.  I thought something was up, but she
seems afraid to talk about it.  You might have noticed we don -(TM)t have
the best of relationships. - She began walking again but finished, saying
-œYou didn -(TM)t tell her about my houseful of men just three blocks down?
Just Bob? -

    -œYeah, but not by name.  She seemed worried.  Seriously worried, but
when I admitted you were seeing some older guy, she started getting all mad
at your dad.  Said it was all his fault you were into older men.  She
actually apologized to me, saying she had hoped I would get you over what
your father had done.  So, what -(TM)s up with that?  I tried to talk about
it with her but she refused, just shook her head, like she didn -(TM)t want
to.  That -(TM)s when I came over. -

   I waited for an answer but got nothing, so I stopped and pulled back on
her shoulder, saying simply  -œJennie? -

   She stopped, again staring at the ground, watching a piece of paper blow
by, then up to look into my eyes and all I could see was anger.   -œShe
-(TM)s such a bitch.  She blames it all on my dad.  It -(TM)s just an easy
excuse to crucify him while also making me feel guilty about her tossing
him out. -

   She paused, as though I understood what she was saying.  I shook my head
and as she began walking I took her hand (which she didn -(TM)t pull away
this time) and tried to get her to explain.   -œI hear you Jennie, but I
don -(TM)t understand you.  How about starting from the beginning?  What
happened before your dad moved out?  You say she made him leave, which
makes sense, but I still don -(TM)t know why. -

   So Jennie told me.  Only this was a serious story.  None of the fun
laughing and low whispers with a gleam in her eye and teasing me with a
hint or starting on one story before jumping over to begin another.  No,
this was serious, like from A to Z, plodding along and giving me the facts
like at the end of some crime novel.  She took her hand away, looked down
the street like she was looking into the past, but then went over to sit on
the edge of a bench at the bus stop and began letting it all out.

    -œYou know, I don -(TM)t even know why they got married.  Maybe because
my mom got knocked up in high school and dad decided to take some
responsibility and marry her.  She won -(TM)t say.  They -(TM)re like
almost total opposites.  Mom -(TM)s all serious, like pay the bills and get
food on the table and do your homework and shit.  Which is good, because my
dad would stay at his buddy -(TM)s all day and maybe call in to work sick
when he was actually out fishing or spending some of the rent money on
parts for his car.  If you had to type them, you -(TM)d say mom was the
serious one and my dad was the fun one.  He was always ready for a bit of
crazy and my mom was always the buzz kill, always with the serious rational
reason for not cutting school and heading for the coast to check out the
waves.  Which is good, but after a few too many years of dad never quite
growing up, mom started doing more than just giving him dirty looks. -

   I had a ton of stuff to say but kept my mouth shut.  Jennie was giving
me more info on her family in one short minute than she had volunteered all
through the past year.  I just put one hand out to her shoulder, waved an
approaching bus off with my other hand, and in my own silent way let her
know I was listening.

   Jennie took a deep breath, as though readying herself for some really
serious thoughts, and gave up her most secret of secrets.   -œSo, mom
started doing stuff to show dad her displeasure at his fun antics.  Late
from work?  No dinner for you.  Skipping work and home with a small
paycheck?  Guess there won -(TM)t be any cable for the next month.  Unable
to drive and dropped off by a friend because you drank too much?  Sleep on
the couch.  She did that last one a lot.  Maybe half of all the nights he
slept in our house that last year were spent on the couch.  Got so Tim even
offered dad his bed, but dad just laughed and said it was fine.  Said it
was mom -(TM)s way of letting him stay up all night to watch television. -

   Jennie took another deep breath and looked up and me and said,  -œAnd
you know, it was a great time for me.  The more mom pushed dad away, the
more he started talking to Tim and me.  We -(TM)d walk around, just like
this, talking about houses he wanted to buy and fix up, maybe a new job
somewhere, what he had done to get through high school back in LA and what
his parents were like.  The more mom ignored him the more he -(TM)d sit
with Tim and help with homework or the more often he -(TM)d come into my
room and ask about school or give me advice about some dick of a teacher.

    -œThen he -(TM)d talk about mom, like real low and real sad, as though
confessing how he knew he was a bad husband but still loved mom and felt
really lonely and confused with her acting like she was his mother.  I
really felt for him.  That -(TM)s about when I started seeing her as the
bitch down the hall.  The more I spoke up for him, the more she saw me as
an enemy at the gates.  It was a bad time. -

   This is when Jennie looked down at the ground, bore a hole into the
cement with her eyes and curled up into herself and said what she had never
admitted to before.   -œI got up one night, like two years ago, and went
out to get a snack.  I wasn -(TM)t trying to be sneaky, just quietly
walking down the hall and I heard this slapping kind of sound filling the
front room and I was too stupid to think it through.  Out of habit I
reached out and turned on the hallway light, and there was my dad, laying
on the couch, covers thrown to the side, whacking away on his boner.

    -œWe were both shocked into silence.  I should have just turned off the
light and run to my room, but I just stood there with a dropped jaw, eyes
locked on his bare crotch and the cock he had in his hands.  Dad moved
first, sitting up and pulling a blanket over his lap, and when I still didn
-(TM)t move he said,  -~I -(TM)m really sorry you saw that Jennie.  You
understand why, right? -(TM) I was sort of clueless but sort of knowing
exactly what was going on, so I nodded and didn -(TM)t do anything, just
standing there and staring at him.

    -œDad finally said,  -~Come over here Jennie.  Come on.  Sit by me and
I -(TM)ll explain it. -(TM) Should have run, right?  But I just turned the
light off and went over and sat with him, figuring he -(TM)d talk and
explain what parents never really explain to their kids and maybe I -(TM)d
be all the wiser for it.  He just said he was lonely, that mom was thinking
of divorcing him, and that he was just trying to get through a hard day. 
Never talked about masturbating there on the couch.  That was kind of
understood, so I nodded and pretended I knew what he was going through.

    -œThat -(TM)s when he pulled the covers back and pulled my hand over
and started showing me what he had been doing.  Like he was showing me how
to change a lightbulb, but instead of turning the bulb around I was pumping
up and down on a real life cock.  Not a real shock, not for any girl with
access to the internet, but it was a real cock, my father -(TM)s boner, all
long and sticky and wet, and there he was showing me how men get off when a
woman wasn -(TM)t around. -

   This is where my jaw dropped but Jennie never noticed, her view of the
ground never changing, her words continuing as though discussing a novel
she had just read.   -œWhen I didn -(TM)t jump up and run for mom, dad
brought my other hand in to help, and then he had me kneel in front of him,
right between his legs, and pulled my head down, saying what all guys say.
-~Suck on it Jennie. -(TM) Same as you or Sam or any of the guys, only this
was my first time ever and I just did what he told me.  It was kind of wide
and really sticky, but that was OK.  It wasn -(TM)t too bad, dad just
pushing it in and pulling it back out, then showing me how to pump my head
up and down while sucking and swallowing.  Really, right there on the
couch, giving me a lesson in how to blow a guy.

    -œI just went along with it, doing whatever he said, but then without
any warning he convulses and groans and holds my head down and says, 
-~Swallow it. -(TM) That -(TM)s when he pushed half his cock into my mouth
just as he let loose.  Jesus but that was a surprise.  All this hot gunk
hitting the back of my throat, but after holding my head down for a minute
he finally loosened up and let me breathe.  The next five minutes he told
me how wonderful I was, one minute thanking me for being so good to him,
then instructing me how to keep licking his cock and cleaning his balls.

    -œWhen he finally let go of my head he also pulled me back up onto the
couch, hugged me and thanked me for helping him.  I was kind of mortified,
totally embarrassed at what I had done.  Seriously.  I didn -(TM)t blame
him at all.  I mean, where was mom, right?  But I know I had done something
I couldn -(TM)t tell anybody else, especially mom, and I just wanted to go
to my room and hide and be all embarrassed about it.  I would have gotten
up and gone to my room and never mentioned it again, but dad pushed me into
the couch, covered me with the blankets and then scooted in next to me. 
There in the darkness we talked some more, about mom and boys and who I
dated and then back to how much he needed me now that mom was throwing him
out of the house.

    -œThing is, all while he was talking and telling me how much he loved
me, he had one hand feeling up my chest.  He pushed my shirt up and played
with my nipples, even pulling my shoulder back and leaning in so he could
suck on my tits.  His other hand was down low, and not just feeling me up.
His boner had pushed through my thighs, all hard again, and his hand pulled
it under my panties and arranged it to fit right through the middle of my
legs.

    -œAnd me?  I had no sense of reality at all.  I knew it was wrong, but
I also wanted to help my father out, and let me tell you, he was doing a
good job of making me feel good.  So when he pulled his boner back and
forced himself into me, I didn -(TM)t put up any resistance.  I complained,
sure, but only because I wasn -(TM)t ready for some big adult cock to be
stretching out my little virgin vagina.  I groaned, put up with the
discomfort and turned away from him, but I had nowhere to go but deeper
into the couch.  He just rolled into me, doing me from behind, somewhere in
there ripping my panties in two as he worked his way into me.  It -(TM)s
not like he just pounded my ass.  He took his time, kept asking if I was
feeling good, but he also never stopped.  Once he got inside me his cock
had a life of its own.

    -œIt seemed like a long time, like you on a good night and going for a
three-fer, but he eventually crushed me into the cushions and groaned and
finished up inside of me.  Let me tell you, it -(TM)s not like in the
stories, all pain one minute and an orgasm the next.  Yeah, pain, like you
boys will never have to know, but mostly just being really uncomfortable.
For me it was just a long weird ride with my dad doing shit I hoped nobody
would ever find out about.  I was so glad when he stopped pushing his dick
up inside of me I didn -(TM)t even think about all the sperm he was leaving
behind.  Guess what he did next?  I mean, after kissing me and telling me
how wonderful I was.  Guess. -

   I had to shut my jaw, move my leg to hide my more than obvious hard-on,
and stopped myself from telling Jennie that I was sure he -(TM)d make her
go down and suck him off again.  That -(TM)s what I -(TM)d do, but I knew
better than to say it, so I shrugged and feigned ignorance.

   Didn -(TM)t matter.  Jennie wasn -(TM)t really paying any attention to
me.  She looked up at a passing car and said,  -œJust like all you guys do.
He felt me up, pulled me in close, and went to sleep.  He did all that and
just went to sleep.  Totally different for me.  Just lay there under my
dad, not knowing what had happened, more embarrassed than anything.  Must
have fallen asleep because I didn -(TM)t wake up until late.  My dad had to
shake me and tell me to get back to my room.  Acted like nothing had
happened, but we both knew what kind of shit would hit the fan if mom had
found us together.  And it was fine.  He gave me a kiss, like on the lips,
and squeezed my butt and I just padded on back down the hall to my room,
torn panties in hand and feeling really guilty and embarrassed, but not
angry or anything.  I had just had sex with my dad, but it was okay.  And,
that -(TM)s about it.  So, what do you think? -

   I knew it was a trick question.  One without a good answer, or any
answer, so I went with the easiest.   -œI -(TM)m shocked, but who isn
-(TM)t when his girlfriend just admits that her dad busted her cherry?  I
mean, I thought it was George, but now you tell me it was your dad. -

   I could have gone on but she stopped me with a punch to the shoulder.  
-œI -(TM)m not your girlfriend, jerk.  Not since I saw you pounding into my
mother -(TM)s bunghole.  No more.  Got it? -

    -œI thought you stopped being my girlfriend the day you sold yourself
to Bob.  Or maybe it was the time he duct-taped a dildo to his bike and
rode you around town naked until you wet the seat. - I was angry, mad,
turned on, horny, confused, and totally shocked by what Jennie had just
admitted to me.  It was unfair to turn on her and throw shit in her face,
but it felt better than holding everything in.

   My comment about the dildo surprised her.   -œHow did you know?  Who
told you about the dildo thing? -

    -œNobody, - I said.   -œIt -(TM)s just a story going around about
stuff Bob likes to do.  I didn -(TM)t know it was really true. -

    -œYeah, - Jennie replied.   -œBut I wasn -(TM)t naked.  Just didn
-(TM)t have any panties on. - Jennie then let out a short laugh and turned
to me and said,  -œDid get his seat wet, but only because he rode on some
really bumpy roads.  By the time we got back to his house I was so gone he
just threw me on that old chair on his front porch and laid into me.  No,
wait.  That was the second time.  First time he did that to me we wound up
at Sam -(TM)s.  Couldn -(TM)t walk straight for a week. -

   Hearing Jennie admit the thing with the dildo and then throw out a few
hints about what it led up to made my mind short out, kind of unable to
think of anything but what her fat little snatch looked like when it was
being split by a long thick cock.  I forced myself to shake my head and
focus on just Jennie -(TM)s face.  It was good to see her smile, for us to
go back to talking and then yelling and then laughing.  Like old times. 
But she hadn -(TM)t really finished her story, and though I was reluctant,
it had to come out.   -œSo, back to your mom.  She must have found out. 
Did you finally tell her?  Is that why she threw your dad out? -

   Jennie shrugged, got up and stretched and looked around and thought for
a minute before sitting back down again.   -œNo, I didn -(TM)t tell her. 
She found out, sure, and for sure that was what led to her throwing my dad
out, but that didn -(TM)t happen until, jeez, like until school started up
again.  That -(TM)s like all winter and spring and summer, and then into
the fall.  A full year of daddy cum, and she had no idea.  You would think
dad would have just stopped and known he was doing something wrong, but he
just doubled down and claimed I was his only reason for living.

    -œFrom that night on if I didn -(TM)t visit him on the couch, he -(TM)d
come into my room.  Sometimes in the day, like on half-days when mom was at
work and Tim wasn -(TM)t around.  That -(TM)s when he would call in sick
and stay home and wait for me to come home.  He pretty much did everything
any of you guys ever did to me.  Suck then fuck then suck and fuck again
some new way.  Maybe not at first, but that -(TM)s pretty much the rhythm
we got into.  I -(TM)m amazed at how well he prepared me for real life. 
Well, maybe he never prepared me for a guy like Bob, but you can only do so
much while trying to keep it all secret from the Harpy down the hall. -

    -œYour mother never found out?  Didn -(TM)t she ever let him sleep in
bed with her?  I can -(TM)t believe your dad was stuck on the couch for a
full year. -

    -œOh, yeah, he sometimes got bedroom privileges tossed his way, but
even when I knew they had made up and went to bed early together, he -(TM)d
still act like my lover and best friend.  Not in front of Tim or mom, but
otherwise with a hug and kiss to my head and a present like some candy or
video game or something.  And you wouldn -(TM)t believe how many times he
pulled me into the garage for a quickie, even with mom in the house.  It
was just our own special little relationship.

    -œAs I think back on it, its kind of surreal, like it never really
happened because shit like that just doesn -(TM)t happen.  Right?  But,
yeah, mom found out.  It was some time in October.  Dad got careless, began
laying into me with my legs pushed back above my head, trying to get a
second load into me before sneaking back into their bedroom.  Only he got a
little too excited, really bouncing up and down on the bed, and by that
time my little hole had gotten used to his visits and began making some
demands of its own.

    -œI mean, at first I just put up with the old goat, happy to be close
with him, but after a few months I got used to it and even started having
favorite positions.  By that fall I was even thinking of getting serious
with one of my friends -(TM) brothers, but then all hell broke loose.  On
that night my moans had started sounding a lot louder than his groans, so
no surprise my mom couldn -(TM)t push her suspicions aside any more.  I had
just had a wonderful little orgasm of my own and my dad was about to reach
his when mom stepped into the room and turned on the lights. -

   Jennie stopped and laughed and shook her head and said,  -œSo what did
my dad do?  Just kept on plugging away, balls slapping my ass on that old
squeaky bed like mom wasn -(TM)t even there.  He was so close to finishing
that when mom slapped him and pushed him off me, his jism wound up all over
my stomach and bed covers.  She screamed and slapped him and I hid under
the covers and he said nothing.  Just packed up and left, and that -(TM)s
pretty much the way it -(TM)s been ever since. -

   This is when she stood up and started down the street, me right behind
her.  As we began walking back, I took her hand again and looked at Jennie
and asked  -œThat was like more than a year ago.  I know he visits
sometimes.  Do you and your dad still, you know... -

   I couldn -(TM)t finish my thought, but Jennie knew and threw it back at
me.   -œYou mean do we still fuck?  No.  It was okay, even really special.
Really.  I don -(TM)t blame him at all for what he got me into.  But after
we got caught, like right there in front of my mom, that kind of ended it
forever.  And after she cried and lectured me and took me to see a priest
and tried to keep him from ever seeing me alone ever again, I realized that
there are some kinds of love that need to never be acted upon.  Mom -(TM)s
really hung up on it though.  She thinks that dad got me all spoiled for
older men.  That -(TM)s why she was so happy to give you the key to my
room, thinking you -(TM)d fuck me dry and show me how nice it is to be
around a boy.  Guess she -(TM)s the one who really fell for you. -

   This is when a lightbulb went off in my feeble brain and I showed Jennie
that I could add two and two.   -œThat -(TM)s what she meant.  She was all
pissed at your father, saying you -(TM)re hanging around older men and
their motorcycles because of your father.  Is your mom right?  Every time
Bob lays into you do you find yourself thinking about your dad? - I tried
to sound funny, to turn it into a joke, but Jennie wasn -(TM)t in the mood
for it.

    -œWere you picturing your English teacher while you were emptying your
balls into my mom?  Fuck that psycho crap.  It wasn -(TM)t me who went
chasing after George.  And if Troy had won that bidding contest last fall
then maybe mom would have seen me up in some young man -(TM)s pickup truck
instead of on some older guy -(TM)s bike.  Who knows? -

   I couldn -(TM)t let it go.   -œBut your next, um, guy was older.  George
is supposed to be near 40, right?  That can -(TM)t be a coincidence. -

    -œLet it go Taylor, - growled Jennie.  She showed her displeasure by
pulling her hand away (again) but then said,  -œGeorge is like all older
guys, with a thing for young girls.  Ask any of the girls at school.  If it
isn -(TM)t a teacher or a neighbor then it -(TM)s some guy in a store or
the father of your best friend.  Always there with a hand on your ass and a
glint in his eye.  Gets fucking tiring.  George just happened to be sober
and with a good line when I walked by.  He was interesting, offered me a
ride on his bike, and said he -(TM)d take me home.  And he did.  Of course,
I wasn -(TM)t expecting to first wind up spending the rest of the day in
Sam -(TM)s bedroom, but I was bored and he was really interesting.  All the
guys in the house were.  Weird the way things work out, but I don -(TM)t
think it -(TM)s because I have a need to fuck daddy figures.  OK? -

    -œSam -(TM)s bedroom?  What about George? -

    -œOh, well, Sam was showing me around the house while George was
heating up a frozen pizza for lunch.  Sam had the nicest bedroom, with lots
of hangings and stuff, and when I sat on his bed and bounced up and down
and told him I liked his mattress, he kind of took it personally and kissed
me.  Ten minutes later George walks in and finds me stretched out on the
bed with Sam sucking in my half-size tits and my panties long gone.  George
didn -(TM)t say a word.  Just scooted in on the other side of the bed and
waited his turn.  It wasn -(TM)t too bad.  First time I had three guys at
the same time. -

    -œThree?  You mean the three of you. -

    -œNo, the door was open and Lone happened by.  Didn -(TM)t even learn
his name until the following week.  Fed me pizza in bed and talked me into
staying over for seconds, and I don -(TM)t mean more pizza.  I just called
mom and told her I was eating dinner at a friend -(TM)s.  So, I guess in a
way it was really Sam that waylaid me, and he -(TM)s not a lot older than
Troy. -

    -œDidn -(TM)t know that, - I replied, my mind spinning furiously in an
attempt to keep up with all the new information Jennie was giving me.  
-œBut, if it was Sam who really interested you, why do they keep saying you
-(TM)re George -(TM)s girlfriend? -

    -œBecause Sam already had a girlfriend, and so did Lone.  And it seemed
kind of natural since it was George who introduced me to the household. -

   I nodded, wondering what Sam -(TM)s girlfriend had to say about it, and
not at all happy about Jennie stopping her story without giving me any more
personal details about what went on behind Sam -(TM)s closed door.

   I was thinking of what else to say but suddenly realized we had turned a
corner and were standing in front of her house rather than Sam -(TM)s
place. I was about to ask if she was going to go in, wondering in the back
of my mind which bedroom I -(TM)d be staying in that night, but wisely
chose to ask about something else.

    -œAnd now you -(TM)re back with Bob.  Which really confuses me since I
thought you were pissed about him renting you out to his friends. -

    -œAnd what makes you think I -(TM)m good with Bob? -

    -œYou know, your mother seeing you on the back of his bike last week.
-

    -œOh, yeah.  About that.  Um, I didn -(TM)t tell you but, you know, you
-(TM)d just get all bent out of shape.  It wasn -(TM)t Bob, it was George.
They let him out and he -(TM)s staying at another friend -(TM)s.  We went
out a couple of weeks ago and mom just happened to be in the wrong place at
the wrong time.  Shit. -

   Jennie would have said more but as soon as I heard George -(TM)s name I
kind of lost it, sputtering out words that didn -(TM)t make sense and
throwing my arms up but finally gasping out  -œGeorge?  You -(TM)re back
with George?  When are the old dudes going to end Jennie?  What -(TM)s up
with that shit? -

    -œFuck you Taylor!  You -(TM)re one to talk.  First off, I -(TM)m not
back with George.  And don -(TM)t go telling my mom any of this.  If she
found out she -(TM)d have him back in jail on rape charges.  Besides, its
not like I -(TM)m moving in with him or anything.  Haven -(TM)t even seen
him in almost a week.  I think he -(TM)s just lonely, you know, for
someone. -

   I just stood there, red and angry and ready to explode, my brain full of
thoughts and my mouth just ready to scream them out.  Jennie stopped me
short with her next new bit of info.   -œI only stayed over at his place
for a night, but that sure got Troy mad.  Actually used that to my
advantage last week, calling Troy and asking for a ride and boy did he come
over fast. -

    -œI thought Troy was always part of the group. -

    -œYou mean part of my harem of men?  All the guys I fuck on a daily
basis?  You -(TM)re so full of it Taylor.  You have no idea what -(TM)s
going on in my life, so stop trying to act all concerned and everything. -

   I had barely gotten out her name, unsure of what else I was going to say
to defend myself when we both turned our heads and saw Sherry standing in
her doorway.

    -~You really have the hots for her, don -(TM)t you? - Jennie said it
real serious, not mean or sarcastic as she so often does.  I could only nod
and give out a deep breath and say,  -œYeah. - I felt bad, like I was
telling Jennie she wasn -(TM)t good enough for me anymore, so I had to add
something else.   -œIt -(TM)s not just the sex.  I really like her, your
mom.  I like talking with her and being with Tim.  It -(TM)s like we
-(TM)re a family and I -(TM)m all of a sudden the man of the house. -

   This last line caused Jennie to let out a laugh, like a loud short fart
coming out of her mouth.  She hit me on the shoulder and didn -(TM)t seem
to take it personally at all, just saying  -œman of the house - and
letting out another laugh.

   Then she went real serious and looked up at me and let out a big sigh. 
-œSo, shit.  Go for it Taylor.  You want to do my mom, then fine.  I guess
I had my chance with you and just took a wrong turn.  Don -(TM)t let my
bitching get in the way.  Just don -(TM)t expect me to lay in the next room
and listen to you two get it on.  At least not tonight.  I think I -(TM)ll
have to think it out some more. -

   Jennie turned and started back toward Sam -(TM)s, saying  -œIf mom asks,
just say I -(TM)m safe and with my boyfriend. - Like an idiot I shot back,
 -œYeah?  Which one is he? - Jennie just pushed a middle finger up into
the air and kept on walking.

   I actually felt pretty good about the talk I had with Jennie.  Shocking,
the daddy thing and all.  Even after everything I had done with her mom, my
cock was straining at my jeans.  Yeah, I felt good, until I walked in and
saw Sherry.  She was in the kitchen, cleaning something, and as soon as I
opened the door she was on me, asking if I had seen Jennie.  Seems that she
had texted and called Jennie and gotten nothing back from her but then saw
her outside talking with me.  That was good, but now Sherry wanted me to
fill her in.

   I calmed her down, told her Jennie was fine and just didn -(TM)t want to
come home and face her mom just yet.  Didn -(TM)t mention Jennie seeing
Sherry and me in action or anything about George or everything Jennie had
admitted about her father.  Didn -(TM)t know how I could bring any of that
up, but just her hearing that Jennie planned to stay with  -œher boyfriend
- for the night without even pretending to be at  -œSami -(TM)s - caused
Sherry to collapse into a chair and start to cry.

   Then I kind of got it.  Sherry had lost her husband and was now probably
worried about losing her little girl.  Sherry was shaking her head, saying
-œMy baby -(TM)s barely 15 and she -(TM)s living with a man?  An old man?
What kind of mother am I? -

   I was pretty sure that within a day she -(TM)d move on to the next
level, like calling the police or marching over to Sam -(TM)s with gun and
knife in hand, but I knew I could do even better for her.  I calmed her
down, pretended to be mature and in control and told her I knew what to do
and not to worry.

   It had only been maybe fifteen minutes since Jennie had walked off and I
was sure I could find her back at Sam -(TM)s.  I took off running, hoping
George or Troy hadn -(TM)t driven off with her, but only halfway there I
found Jennie walking back and forth on the sidewalk, talking into her
phone. I hoped it was her mother, but when Jennie saw me she quickly said
to the other person  -œCall you later.  I -(TM)ll tell you where. -

    -œJennie.  One more thing I forgot to say to you.  Something your
mother wanted you to know. -

   Jennie looked old, or at least older than a fifteen year old girl should
look.  Like she had wrinkles and worry lines and seemed tired.  I honestly
felt for her, felt guilty about everything I had done with and to her, but
had to push it away and focus on what I had to say.

    -œC -(TM)mon Taylor.  I -(TM)ve talked enough for one day.  Just
looking for a place to sleep.  Sam -(TM)s girlfriend is back and Lone is on
some new drug I don -(TM)t want to mess with.  Sure don -(TM)t want to wind
up at Ramone -(TM)s.  If Troy can -(TM)t pick me up, could I stay at your
place?  Shouldn -(TM)t be able to hear my mom screaming out your name if I
keep the windows closed. -

    -œNo, - I said, giving her a hug, a friendly hug, and putting my arm
around her waist.   -œI -(TM)ll be sleeping in my own bed tonight, so you
should be in yours. -

    -œWhat -(TM)s going on Taylor?  My mom see you for the two-timing jerk
you really are? -

   I almost threw that back in her face, but kept focused and finally said
what she needed to hear.   -œYour mom loves you Jennie.  Like more than you
-(TM)ll ever know.  You see her as some controlling bitch down the hallway
who keeps getting on your case, but she -(TM)s your mom, and she -(TM)d do
anything to get you back.  You taking off with older men has really crushed
her, and forget your father.  I think she -(TM)ll do anything for you, she
-(TM)s that worried. -

    -œShit.  You -(TM)re sweet Taylor, but I know this.  Problem is once I
step into the house she -(TM)ll start calling me on all the stuff I lied
about.  She knows about me and the man on the motorcycle.  Wait until she
gets wind of Sam -(TM)s house of naked men. - That -(TM)s when Jennie
turned and looked up at me to ask,  -œYou didn -(TM)t tell her about Sam,
did you? -

    -œNo.  And any shit she gives you is just her way of saying she loves
you.  I mean, if she still allows you to sneak off to be with Sam or Troy
every once in a while, she -(TM)s a pretty understanding mom. -

    -œWhat about you and her?  What -(TM)s with you wanting to sleep alone
in your own bed tonight?  You hoping I -(TM)ll come over to keep you
company?  Forget that. -

    -œYeah, I get it.  I guess I blew it with you too.  No way I can see
you in any way but as a little sister now. -

    -œIf you -(TM)re anything like my dad, you -(TM)re into incest, so I
still don -(TM)t trust you. -

   Jennie was smiling this time, throwing out a joke, and all the while
walking with me hand in hand back toward home.

    -œI -(TM)d rather sleep in my own bed tonight knowing you and your mom
are good.  She -(TM)s a complete wreck right now.  Really needs to talk
with you.  Not about everything.  No need to give her a heart attack with
all the details on George, but let her know you have an older man on the
side, like only one other man, and that I -(TM)m in the past. -

    -œOh, right.  So I -(TM)m supposed to let her know that my boyfriend is
free and open for her to snack on. -

   She smiled when she said this and punched me in the arm, which made me
smile back.  When we arrived back at her house we both walked in, but it
was Jennie who was scooped up by Sherry and given a hug.  I was really
happy to hear Jennie come right out and say,  -œSorry I lied to you mom. 
It -(TM)s just been a rough year. -

   Sherry seemed a little confused by this unexpected apology and
confession, but knew better than to demand details.  She looked up at me
and I backed toward the door, saying  -œI -(TM)m off.  Really glad I found
Jennie.  She was headed back this way when I ran into her.  Think I -(TM)ll
eat dinner with my dad tonight. -