Double Take
Chapter 26
“It’s okay. I’ve done it before.”
—G.S. Jennsen, Relativity
“I DIDN’T ACTUALLY KNOW you were here,” I stumbled. “I’m sure I would have noticed you… in that.”
“Yeah. Yeah. This is the first day for this outfit. Like it?” Desi said, relaxing as she sat to eat.
“Is that even legal in school?” Beca asked.
“School dress code allows personal expression in mode of dress as long as certain basic forms of decency are adhered to,” Desi said as if quoting the student manual. “Mr. Danielson tried to send me to the office and I was admitted directly back into class without a reprimand. I am completely covered from well above my nipples to mid-thigh. According to the handbook, I could have cut the dress lower as long as my nipples didn’t show. And in no position do my panties or butt cheeks show. I’ve seen lots of girls around in skirts shorter than this. The guidance counselor was very complimentary but suggested that wearing my Victorian cosplay more than once a week might be distracting to the class and that was a different discussion.”
“Cool,” Joan responded. Rachel was just staring.
“Oh, uh… these are my girlfriends, Rebeca with one c, Rachel, and Joan. Ladies, this is Desiree Whitcomb. I… uh… guess… we’ve known each other…” Hell! What was I going to say? Since 1957?
“We went to Dorsett Junior High together the past two years. He didn’t notice me any more then than he has since the first week of school this year. That was when he noticed I’d sprouted these.” Desi wiggled herself to better display the vast cleavage. Falling into that would be like falling into the Grand Canyon. You’d never get out even if you didn’t die before you hit bottom.
“They’re… uh… kind of hard not to notice,” I ventured. I was still noticing them.
“Yeah. Mom was hoping they wouldn’t pop out for another couple of years. So much for that hope.” She turned conspiratorially to the other girls. “You would not believe my mother. Her boobs make these look like pimples.”
“Holy shit,” Rachel repeated herself.
“Yeah. I’d given up hoping jerk-face here would come to his senses and notice me again so I decided to up the game.”
“Well, you got my attention but these are my girlfriends. What is it you want?”
“You’re still the high bidder,” she said.
“Huh? What did I bid?”
She pulled out her phone and thumbed open a text message. I was about to reach for it when Beca grabbed the phone and shared it with Rachel. Beca gasped and Rachel read aloud.
“I, Jacob Hopkins, bid one week of total slavery to Desi Whitcomb.” Oh, shit. V2 was as big a fool as V1.
“What did he bid a week of slavery for?” Rachel asked. Her eyebrows had disappeared into her hairline.
“My virginity,” Desi said.
“What?” I squeaked. I thought my voice had finished changing but there were definitely at least two octaves in operation there.
“Why would you auction off your virginity?” Beca asked. I think she was overwhelmed by the daring girl sitting between us.
“Well,” Desi explained, “there is no way I’m ever going to be able to hide these, even if I wanted to. So, I figured if I could let it out that I’d contracted to give my virginity to a guy, the others would back off. I mean, that first week, Billy Daniels walked right up to me and palmed them to squeeze.”
“You should have reported that!” Beca said.
“I didn’t need to. He backed off as soon as he realized I was squeezing his balls. Hard. He cried for about an hour.”
“And now you’re here to collect?” Rachel said. She squinted at me. I held up my hands and shook my head.
“I don’t remember doing that,” I pled.
“Of course not,” Desi said. “You sent me the text message and then stepped off the curb in front of a fucking bus. That kind of ended the auction, you know? We all thought you were dead and no one wanted to touch the black widow. I actually thought you regretted sending the text so much you tried to kill yourself.”
“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t put you through that. I don’t think. There was a lot on my mind back then.”
“Well, I want you to renew your bid. And don’t worry, ladies. The big event is not to occur until we’ve both reached the age of sixteen. Fall of our sophomore year,” Desi said.
“You don’t expect him to be a virgin, too, do you?” Rachel said. I thought she might be a bit upset.
“Oh. I thought we might be,” Desi said. It was the first sign of uncertainty I’d seen in her façade since she sat down. “I guess I’m already too late for that,” she sighed looking at Rachel.
“Shit, girl. You’re selling yourself short,” Joan said. She’d been trying to get closer to me all through lunch and was nearly sitting on my lap. “I’ll bid eight days.”
“No, you don’t, girlfriend,” Rachel said. “I’ll go nine.”
“Ten days,” Beca said.
“All right,” I practically shouted. “Two weeks. But that is absofuckinglutely as high as I’ll go. Any of you bids again, you’d better be ready to grow a dick.” Everyone was silent. What the fuck? What did I just do? Didn’t I learn my lesson in V1? All the girls started to grin at me.
“I think you should get that in writing and close the auction,” Beca said. “Unless you’ve got your eye on someone else you want to have as a sex slave.”
“No. Uh… Text it to me, Jacob. Auction is closed. Sold to the highest bidder.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “What have you all done to me? I’m not giving up my three girlfriends.”
“No one agreed she’d be your girlfriend. You pop her cherry and serve two weeks as her sex slave. End of deal,” Joan said. Beca and Rachel nodded. Desi looked a little disappointed.
“Um… It would kind of look better and more genuine if we hung out a little. You know? Would that be okay?” Now she really looked uncertain. I think she was fishing for more than what she got.
“You’ve got a seat at our table,” Beca said. “We often go out on the weekend together, though Rachel gets most of the necking and petting. You should expect that those bazookas on your chest are going to get handled some, though. By, um… someone.”
“And we’re going to want absolute confirmation that you’re a virgin on the night of the consummation or he doesn’t have to pay up,” Joan added.
“And, frankly, I’d like to get to know you better before I help Jacob strip you out of all that armor,” Rachel added. “Are you in or were you trying to fake it?” Desi looked around at us. The girls stared at her with determination. I was thinking I’d just possibly put a major event in my life on replay.
“I’m in,” Desi said. “But the contract can be voided at any time up to penetration.”
“Nobody forces a girl to lose her virginity,” I said firmly. “I agree to those terms.”
“We love you, Jacob,” Beca said. “Any other teenage boy would protest that a deal was a deal. Desi needs to join our weekend study sessions. And what are we going to do for a date this week? We need to make it special to welcome our new girlfriend.”
I wasn’t sure Desi caught the fact that Beca said our.
Rachel didn’t hold my hand on the way to class after lunch. I found that I really missed it. I guess, looking back at the past half hour, I could understand. But she’d goaded me on, too. That was a petulant fifteen-year-old talking. My eighty-year-old head told me I just got carried away thinking of V1’s time with a different Desi in a life that was ancient history.
“Are you mad at me, Rache?” I asked. “I got carried away back there. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Huh? Oh. No, not that, really. I just need to think.” She glanced down at our hands and reached out to take mine. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. We’re not breaking up or anything. I just really reacted to her like a jealous bitch and it threw me.”
“I understand a little. I mean not all. But… We said we weren’t really… um… steady, right? But I feel like I’ve got something with you I don’t want to lose.”
“That’s what threw me,” Rachel said. “Damn it. We don’t have time to talk about all this before class. Will you go get a Coke with me after school?”
“Hell, yeah. I’d love to,” I shot back. We settled into our seats for another exciting Geometry lesson.
I almost forgot that I already had a ride home and texted Em just at the final bell so she wouldn’t wait for me. I caught up with Rachel at the back doors and we went to her car. The parking lot was always chaos after school. When V1 went to school only about a dozen kids drove cars to school and they were all worked on in the auto shop. It seemed like every kid with a license had a car and there were twice as many students.
“Ruby’s?” she asked. I agreed and we headed to the mall where the diner was. When we got settled into a booth, I talked her into splitting a chocolate shake.
“Chocolate? Are you trying to seduce me? You know there is a direct link between a girl’s vagina and chocolate? I have to be careful around you.”
“Why?” I asked. She looked at me curiously.
“Later. First, I really need to talk through what I felt and I know guys don’t want to talk about feelings and all that girl shit, but you’ve indulged me so far and are feeding me chocolate, so that makes it like my right to talk about my feelings and to ask you about yours, okay?” she rushed.
“Very okay, Rachel. That’s why we are out together about to get horny over a chocolate shake. Seriously, I’m all nervous about what you’re going to say and what I might have to say but I want to get it out,” I said.
“Geez! Were you a girl in another life?” No, but I’d lived fifty-five years with them. “Seriously. When we got together… When I propositioned you, I should say, it was a lark. You know that old movie about Harry and Sally? I felt like the old woman looking at someone who was really satisfied and thinking ‘I’ll have what she had.’ And then I stalked you into the lunch room and discovered you already had a girlfriend but she was okay and invited me to join your table and we really got along fine. And besides, I really like Beca. She’s cute and like a little sister. And she invited me to join you at the Winter Dance. That’s when I started to suspect you thought of her as a little sister, too, and my whole opinion of you went up another notch. Then Joan comes slinking over to our table and I started to get jealous but before I could make a total ass of myself, Beca is all over her, which is when I realized Beca’s into girls and Joan just got sucked into her little spiderweb. So, I didn’t mind much that she was with us and that we were almost like two couples. I didn’t even mind that she wanted to take you to prom and probably screw you silly that night because I knew Beca was going to reel her right back in.”
Our shake arrived with one of those big cans of goodness and a glass with two straws. I poured it into the glass with the help of a spoon so I didn’t slop it all over everyplace and Rachel stuck both straws in it instead of handing me one to drink out of the can. We bumped our heads together as we leaned forward to take a sip. Of course, we had to hold them together for a minute because no matter how powerful your sucker is, it takes forever to get a really thick shake up through a straw. We laughed about it.
“I felt a lot the same,” I said.
“I’m not done. You’ll get your say, but I want to finish or I’ll never tell you how I really feel. Okay?” I nodded and shut my mouth. Fifty-five years of marriage to two women had taught me something. “Then that 1800s chorus girl walks up today and says you bid on her virginity and my hackles went up like you would not believe. I had to pull myself out of the situation and try to figure out what was going on because you already had three girlfriends and I was just there to tease you along and maybe get some good sex out of it this spring and here I was acting all jealous. What changed? I don’t think you did. I think something in me changed over the past month and I started looking at us as a couple. And I never talked to you about that. It wasn’t fair of me to expect you to think of us as a couple. And it wasn’t fair to Beca or Joan or even Desi. So that’s why I got all remote when we left lunch. Did I make any sense at all?”
Wow! Even in the twenty-first century, a girl can exhaust a guy with words. I was sure I could write an appropriate response and be as eloquent in professing my love and winning her heart as a character in a book if I could take a week or so to research and craft the words before I had to deliver them. That’s what writers do. I didn’t have a week.
I put a finger on her chin and turned her gently to me to kiss. The kiss deepened and her arms wrapped around me. I looked into her eyes before I spoke.
“If you’d like to be a couple… an exclusive couple… say the word and I’m yours,” I said.
“Really?”
“You were right on about Beca being like a little sister and I think her preferences are becoming obvious. Joan just got caught in her web and is pushing to date me so she doesn’t have to face knowing that she’s Beca’s bitch. And Desi? I didn’t remember a thing about her until she plopped down in front of us today. We said we could call it off any time up to penetration. Now is certainly a good time,” I said. “You are the only one I actually feel… sort of attached to.”
“What about Francie?”
“I can call it off with her, too. She’d understand,” I said. Rachel heaved a deep sigh.
“She would understand, but she’d be heartbroken. And what kind of a person would I be if I took away her little happiness while she’s pregnant?” Rachel said. “The same is true of Beca and Joan and even Desi. Not that any of them are pregnant, but they are still getting some happiness out of being with us. When I first talked to you, I never planned on us becoming a couple. It isn’t fair to any of us to change that now.”
“Still…”
“And you know what? I never considered myself to be even the least bit gay but even I want to suck that girl’s titties,” Rachel giggled. “Really, Jacob. You’ve turned out to be the sweetest boy I’ve ever known, even though you’ve got some stupidly old-fashioned ideas. But I’ve really grown fond of Beca and Joan is proving to be less of a slut than we all thought. I think Desi is probably the quirkiest girl I’ve ever met. Life could be interesting. Just… if you could make sure to save some special time for me, that kiss was really nice.”
I paid for our shake and we left hand-in-hand. And as soon as we got to the car, it was mouth-to-mouth. And hand-on-breast as she moaned. I dropped my hand to her bare thigh beneath the short skirt and slid it up and down to her knee then under the hem. Rachel pulled back and looked at me with fire in her eyes. I was trying to figure out where we could go to fuck but lacking that, we could get each other off right here in the car.
“Jacob,” she said pushing my hand down away from her panties. “Jacob, don’t make things harder than they are going to be. Someday, soon—after Francie’s baby is born—we’re going to make love. Before then, we’re going to kiss. A lot. I’m probably going to let you inside my shirt to touch my bare breasts and I plan to have my hands running all over your chest and back. But I’m not going to participate in substitute sex.”
“What do you mean? Substitute sex?”
“I’m not going to get you off and you aren’t going to do me. No hand jobs or blowjobs or pussy licking or finger fucking. Don’t complain about blue balls. You’ve got Francie to take care of that. Believe me, she’ll appreciate how turned on you are when I send you home after teasing all week. I’ve got Izzy and I plan to give that little vibrator a workout as soon as I get home. But no substitute sex together.”
“You call that substitute sex?” I asked. I was trying to get my head around this concept. Blowjobs were just something you did during courtship instead… instead of going all the way. Later, when a couple was really together, they could be part of foreplay. But until then, they were just a substitute for actually doing it.
“You get it. I can see the wheels turning. So, let me put it in proper perspective. One day, and it’s coming pretty soon, you’re going to dip your fingers in my honeypot to make sure I’m wet and open as I take hold of your hard, throbbing cock and guide it to its target. That’s going to be the first time we touch each other like that. And ten seconds later, you’ll sink into my hot vagina and make love to me. Real sex. Accept no substitutes.”
“I nearly came in my pants while you were describing it,” I panted. “I want you so much.”
“And I want you. Maybe Francie will deliver prematurely. Then so will I.”
I got home in time for dinner.
“Why didn’t you come home with your sister after school?” Mom asked.
“Oh. I… um… had some stuff to work out with Rachel,” I said. “Mrs. Stierwalt gave us this huge amount of Geometry homework and we went over it together, you know. We’re working on circles now and the variations are intense. Mrs. Stierwalt wanted us to do an investigation of Reuleaux triangles and prove that it is the only shape other than a circle that you can make a manhole cover out of that won’t fall in the hole.” That was a bit of a stretch. We hadn’t reached the part about Reuleaux triangles yet but it would probably be next week and it sounded sufficiently complex that we would need to work on it together.
Mom nodded and Dad kind of grunted. Em was scowling at me. She shook her head and went back to eating. Of course, Pey was oblivious to any of that and was off on how her teacher brought owl poop to school to show what the owl had been eating. Christ! What they teach third graders these days.
Em joined me in clearing the table and getting the dishes in the dishwasher.
“Reuleaux triangles, huh?”
“You would not believe the day I had,” I sighed. “I really needed to talk to Rachel about what was going on. I could… She could… It was important.”
“Yeah. Well you might try having important after-school dates on afternoons when you don’t already have something else planned.”
“What?” It finally dawned on me. “It’s Thursday? Francie… Oh, shit. Is she okay?”
“What do you think? She’s hurt and mad. You don’t have any idea how important you’ve become to her. I don’t mean just sex. I mean having someone she can just be with while she watches her belly balloon out of proportion with the rest of her body. Someone who still thinks she’s sexy and desirable. It’s like the first time there’s an opportunity to trade her in for someone who doesn’t look like a beached whale, you grab it and abandon her.”
“That’s not true. I mean it’s not what happened. I need to go call Francie,” I moaned.
“Good luck, jerk.”
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