Double Take
Chapter 29
“Thus I reserve the right to be hypocritical on this particular topic.”
—G.S. Jennsen, Requiem
THE TRIP HOME from the party had its own surprises. I sat in the back seat on the way to Beca’s house. We were all saying goodnight and how much we had enjoyed the party.
“Jacob, walk our date to the door,” Rachel said. “I’ll keep the car running and warm.” I hopped out of the car. Of course, that was the gentlemanly thing to do. I just hadn’t thought of it since I was in the back seat and had to crawl over the front to get out. It was pretty cold, so I was glad Rachel was keeping the car warm. It made sense, right? Except we both knew Beca preferred girls and it would have made more sense for Rachel to walk her to the door than me. There are some things that having lived a long life still doesn’t prepare you for.
“Um… You can kiss me goodnight, Jacob,” Beca said.
“Really? But, like, you don’t like boys.”
“We both kissed everyone else at the party except each other. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by all the sexual energy and feeling bad that I didn’t give my best friend a kiss. Please?”
“Um… yes.” I kissed her. I intended just a little light peck on the lips but Beca had other ideas. She opened a very sweet mouth and pressed her tongue into mine. I met it. Of course. I’m a guy. Eighty or fifteen. I respond to things like that. I responded to Beca. I was shocked still, though, when she pulled my hand inside her coat to her breast. It was… not quite a handful. I mean, a nice puff on her chest capped by a very hard little nipple that I could feel right through her lightweight bra and blouse. “Beca?” I gasped as I reflexively squeezed her little nubbin between my fingers. She Frenched me a little deeper and then pulled away.
“Now you’ve felt the breasts of all four of your girlfriends so you should be able to tell us apart in the dark, right?” she giggled. “Don’t expect to repeat that, Jacob. You’re right. I prefer girls. But after that party and all the teasing… Well, it’s a good thing I don’t own a dog! ’Night!” She gave me another little peck on the cheek and went inside. I stumbled back to the car and Rachel drove me home.
Parking in the driveway with Rachel was something completely different. She leaned over the console and pulled me to her to kiss. One touch of her lips and I was a goner.
I guess I’d always had a thing for redheads and green eyes. Rachel’s hair wasn’t that orange ginger color, but more like a dark mahogany. Her eyes were the deepest and most lovely green I’d ever seen. I couldn’t see that in the dark of the car at nearly midnight. I’d memorized it when we were together on dates or just sitting across from each other at lunch. What I had to keep me occupied in the dark were the most sensual lips I’d ever tasted.
Making out over the console of a Toyota Yaris isn’t as bad as some bigger cars. The gearshift is pretty far forward and if you don’t have the parking brake set, nothing sticks up between the seats. The armrests even fold up out of the way. Rachel opened the door long enough to get her long legs out from beneath the steering wheel and onto the seat. She then leaned back into my arms and we started kissing.
The windows of the car started to fog over. Seriously. It was maybe twenty degrees outside and the fog we generated turned to frost on the inside of the windows. We unzipped our jackets, not so much to cool off as to give each other better access. As we kissed our hands explored each other.
I’d managed to get a hand wedged inside her dress against her bare breast, but her dress didn’t have an easy access route like Joan’s had. I sighed in frustration and reached around her to find her zipper.
“Don’t, Jacob. Not tonight. We only have five minutes. I promise, I’ll wear something more accessible next weekend to the dance. Believe me, I want to feel your hands on my breasts. Watching you suck Joan’s nipples made mine ache for your touch. Can you wait, lover?”
“I don’t know what it is about you, Rachel. I get so wound up I can’t think straight.”
“Thinking is the only thing that isn’t straight,” she giggled. “Kiss me again, Jacob. I’m your Valentine.”
We were lost in the kiss again until the alarm on my phone rang.
“Damn. I have to go in so I don’t get grounded before the dance next week.”
“Yeah. I’m good since I’m headed back to Joan’s. I don’t want anything to interfere with our time next week.”
“I’m seriously starting to fall for you, Rache. I mean, seriously.”
“We’ll see where it goes.”
I gave her one last kiss and opened my door.
“I sure hope Francie is available for you this weekend,” she called to me. “Izzy is going to get a workout!”
Well, that image was going to keep me hard all night.
As it turned out, Francie was available and horny when I called her Saturday morning. Pey had gone grocery shopping with Mom and Dad and they were stopping to get her new shoes. The imp’s feet were growing out faster than she was growing up.
Francie and I were in my bedroom and naked five minutes after Mom’s car pulled out of the driveway.
“What got into you Saturday?” Em asked when we finally had a few minutes alone in the car on the way to school Monday. “Francie said you didn’t even make it to her mouth before you were spurting.”
“The first time,” I said. “We got all the pieces put together in the right order and Francie got hers, too.”
“So? What’s up, brother?”
“Mmm. The party Friday night. My girlfriends teased me like you would not believe. I was ready to burst.”
“Didn’t the redhead—Rachel?—give you some relief? I’m not a loose slot but I try not to leave a date hanging if I’ve been teasing him.”
“We… um… haven’t gone that far yet.”
“Really? I mean, brother, three out of four of your girlfriends are hot enough to fry an egg on. And the fourth is terminally cute. I’ve half expected you to dump Francie any day. In fact, Francie has been expecting it. She was so thrilled you called Saturday.”
“That’s it, really,” I said. “I think Francie is feeling unsure of herself and a little fat.”
“A little? That girl had better hope the baby is nowhere near as big as her weight-gain would indicate.”
“But don’t you see? I would never leave Francie at a time like that. We both agreed that once the baby is born, she’d be way too sore and busy for a long time to even consider sex. And she’ll get in shape pretty quickly afterward. By the time she hits National Service, she won’t be having any problem attracting guys and getting just what she wants. No more, no less. But until the baby is born, she’s the only one I’m giving that kind of attention to,” I said.
“You know what, J? I think I just fell a little more in love with you.”
15 February 2019
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I really need to get a grip. I used to criticize teens for letting the little head rule the big head. Now I understand. I swore I wouldn’t go around lusting after teen girls. How disgusting! They are just children. I should know better and be able to control my responses.
I really like older women. Ms. L is still a top player in my fantasies. But older women look at me like I’m just a kid and, worse-yet, jailbait. So, my teen body, flooded by hormones, responds to the teen girls I see every day. Yesterday, Valentine’s Day, they all reprised their costumes from last weekend. Of course, Desi kept the jacket and longer skirt on, but just seeing the four of them and remembering what happened last weekend caused a response so strong I had to stop in the restroom on the way to Geometry.
Both Joan and Desi are like sex on a stick. I want to do the whole thing with them just because they are so sexy and so, apparently, willing. Then Rachel sits down beside me and places her hand on my thigh and my heart throbs. I’m so far past lust with her that I want to think about things like ‘forever’ and write stupid poetry.
And then there’s Beca. Fuck! She’s like my baby sister. I want to hold her and protect her from the world and rock her in a cradle. And I know, as fundamentally innocent as she is, she prefers girls. She’s not interested in me and I shouldn’t be interested in her. But seeing her in that schoolgirl uniform in the cafeteria yesterday and remembering the party… One little wink from her and I was ready to throw it all to the wind.
Fuck! I need to get my grown-up head on and start thinking with it.
I paced around the house all Saturday afternoon. The girls had decided we didn’t need to spend time studying together this weekend. They all wanted to go out together and help Rachel get ready for our date tonight. Who was going to help me get ready? Well, no one.
All week, the girls had made a big thing about it being a Rachel and Jacob weekend. God! That sounds so biblical. But every day, the two of us sat together on one side of the table with Beca, Joan, and Desi sitting on the opposite side.
“Oh, God! You two are going to do it this weekend, aren’t you!” Desi burst out when Rachel and I kissed on Valentine’s Day. I started to protest and Rachel put a finger to my lips.
“You won’t know until Monday, will you,” she teased Desi.
“Oh. It’s so unfair. I don’t want to even go all the way yet. I just want to fuck him.”
“Girl, you need to look up some definitions in the Urban Dictionary,” Joan said. “How are you going to fuck him without going all the way?”
“I know,” Desi whined. “I know what I said. It’s just… that’s the way I feel.”
“We’re going to go see that movie again tonight,” Beca said. “This time we’re going to watch the movie instead of you guys making out. Got it?”
“No,” Joan laughed. “Des and me are just gonna sandwich you instead of Jacob.” Beca blushed.
“Hey, what’s that piece you just played?” Em asked from my doorway. I had to stop and think about it. I’d just wandered into my bedroom and picked up the guitar. I sat on my bed with my back against the wall and started plucking out the notes without thinking. I was lost in the music.
“Um… Chaconne in D-minor, I think,” I said. “Mostly I’ve just been working on scales and getting my fingers toughened up.”
“Go on. Play more.”
“I… uh… don’t remember where it goes from there. I just… Em, did I really used to play like that?”
“Yeah. It was the only time you really looked at peace before the accident.”
“I… How could I ever try to kill myself with such beauty in my fingers?”
“Don’t, J. It was just a bad dream. You would never try to kill yourself. I know you wouldn’t.”
“Em…”
“I brought you a new shirt to wear tonight,” she interrupted and held up a hanger.
“Wow! That’s beautiful,” I said, reaching to touch the fabric. It was some kind of red on red paisley brocade. “Is this silk?”
“No, it’s rayon. Feels silky, though, doesn’t it?”
“Fantastic. You got this for me?”
“Yeah. Your costume last weekend was kind of lame. This is a dance and there will be lots of girls looking over their dates’ shoulders at my little brother.”
“Well, I hope they keep their dates. I can’t handle any more. What are you wearing?”
“Gonna keep it simple. Little black dress with a wide red belt and red pumps.”
“Devastating.”
“We’ll get a picture together before our dates get here. Okay?”
She was gorgeous. The dress was modest if you counted that as amount of skin covered. But it fit her like a glove. Em’s every curve was sensuous and desirable. I saw that she wore the little birthstone pendant I gave her for Christmas. Her hair was piled on top of her head and her neck displayed it elegantly.
Mom and Dad were all too willing to take pictures of the two of us together. Of course, Pey put on her Christmas dress and posed with us, too. It was really sweet. Then Tony arrived and drooled all over her before they left. Mom, Dad, and Pey drove me over to Rachel’s house. Rachel was going to drive but wanted me to come to her door so her parents could take pictures, too.
And Rachel was as devastatingly beautiful as Em. She, too, had chosen the little black dress for our date. Where Em’s could be considered demure, Rachel’s was downright mouthwatering. It was off the shoulder, but the bodice was cut straight across to little short sleeves that wrapped around her arms just above her nipples. It was tightly tailored to the waist and then flowed out in layers of taffeta to just above her knees. She wore silver heels and charcoal hose. I couldn’t tell if they were pantyhose or stockings but I suspected the former. She’d only promised me easier access above the waist.
Both sets of parents took pictures until our eyes saw spots. Of course, Pey wanted pictures with us, too and Rachel’s little brother, Richard, who was maybe a year or two older than Pey, put on his suitcoat so he could have pictures with us. He and Pey looked really cute. Mr. and Mrs. Evans were very nice and admonished Rachel to drive carefully and to be home by one o’clock. That shouldn’t be too difficult since the dance ended at midnight and we could leave early if we needed to make out longer. Frankly, I didn’t care if we went to the dance at all. I was cursing the fact that I didn’t have a credit card and couldn’t just take Rachel to a nice hotel and check in for the rest of the weekend.
“I’ll probably be the only one at the dance in black,” Rachel giggled in the car. “But red is such a Christmas color and I can’t pull it off with my hair. Well, some shades I can. Just not the Valentine heart red that everyone will be wearing.”
“Um… You won’t be the only one,” I said. She looked over at me as we approached the school. “My sister decided she wanted to be radically different and wear black for Valentine’s.”
“Oh, poo.”
“I think I like your dress better,” I mollified her. “You look ravishable.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be ravishing?”
“Not based on what I want to do with you.”
“Well, I did promise you easier access. But not before the dance. I don’t want to go in looking like I’ve already had a tussle.”
“My lady, I am yours to command,” I said gallantly.
I jumped out of the car as quickly as I could and moved around to her door to give her my hand as she stepped out.
“Mmm. Later—when I no longer care about my makeup—I’m going to smear my lipstick all over your face,” she said, giving me a quick peck on the lips.
We headed into the school where the cafeteria had all the tables moved to the sides so we could dance in the middle in front of the stage. I wondered if there were security videos of the dance. We checked our coats and I produced a flower I’d kept hidden.
“Oh! Thank you. Our pictures won’t have the pretty corsage in them,” she said as I got the pin ready.
“I didn’t want it to get crushed under our coats. Besides, I didn’t want our parents to see me groping your breast as I pinned it on.” With over sixty years of experience pinning corsages, I was pretty good at it. But I convinced her pretty quickly that I was a fumbling teen as I slipped my hand repeatedly under the top of her bodice and felt around, just to make sure I didn’t stick her. She cooperated by shifting around a little so the backs of my fingers got a good brushing against her breast.
Rachel had more friends than I did, especially without Beca, Joan, and Desi with us. I stopped to say hi to Bruce Sandusky. We’d been friends in junior high but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why. His constant talk about cars and football teams was incredibly boring but the girl he was with seemed to be into it as much as he was. Until they switched to talking about Maroon Five. Most of Rachel’s friends, of course, were sophomores and they were friendly enough to the freshman she was robbing from the cradle. After we’d made the rounds of the floor and stopped to talk to Em and Tony for a bit—the two girls just had to gush over each other’s choice in dresses—we found some drinks and a table to set them on before we headed out to dance.
The first hour was pretty monotonous and I hated it. I’ve got a teenage body and eighty-year-old ears. Kids were just bouncing around like chickens with their heads cut off. Arms were flailing all over the place. By the time we took a break, I felt like I’d done a week worth of workouts. I was dripping with sweat. Rachel, of course, was glowing. You can never tell a girl she’s sweating like a pig. She excused herself to use the restroom and I sat with a Coke and tried to get my breath back.
I was getting concerned about how long she was gone. All we ever heard about on the news was date rape drugs, school assaults, kidnappings, shootings… I stood up to go find her when I saw her step through the door. God, she was beautiful! She didn’t come directly over to our table, though. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to join her or what the heck she was doing. She moved to the right, over to where the cafeteria serving line was concealed behind an accordion room divider. She walked slowly along the divider running her nails over it and glancing up occasionally to be sure I was watching. She paused at the end and then started a kind of slow and sensuous dance by herself across the room. She took an odd pathway as if she were stepping around objects in her way. Occasionally, a couple blocked her passage and she just paused to wait for them to move on in their dance.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her for a second. No one else seemed to pay any attention to her at all, or maybe I just wasn’t watching them. Rachel continued her slow sensuous dance across the floor. A guy stood up to talk to her and she just shook her head and pushed him away. I was ready to charge after the guy but he was apparently raised right and took her ‘no’ as absolute. She spun around a couple of times and then stopped facing me. The song changed as she looked at me and a nice slow number started. She pointed at me and then at the floor by her feet.
I got the message. I hustled over there as quickly as I could, making some show of pausing occasionally to fake a few dance moves. Before long I was in front of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we began to sway to the music.
“You were gone a long time. I was getting worried,” I whispered as I put my hands on her waist and then let them slip around to her back and inch lower.
“Got all hot and sweaty and had to take a shower.”
“Really? They let you do that?”
“We put in a special request to have the locker rooms available so we could freshen up as needed,” she said. “Now I’m all fresh and clean and ready to hold my lover.”
“Wow! Your lover is ready to hold you,” I said. I brought one hand up to her bare shoulder and let the other slip lower onto the rise of her butt. “That was a very sensuous dance you did when you came in.”
“It was for the video.”
“Security?”
“Yeah. I bet they’ll give us the video for the dance if we ask them. I took the exact same path that I would take at lunch to pick up a tray in the cafeteria lunch line and make my way to our table. We’re dancing on it right now.”
“We are?”
“This very spot is where we eat lunch every day. With the tables all pushed out to the edges of the room, it’s hard to tell, but I measured the steps this week so I’d be sure to find it. Now we will have visual evidence that people gravitate to a particular location even if there are no physical or social objects obstructing their path.”
“Well, two people anyway,” I laughed. “God, I love holding you in my arms, Rachel.”
“Good. I don’t plan to bounce around dancing any longer. I don’t care what music they play, I just want to be held in your arms.”
“That’s good with me.”
“Hey, you two,” Em said as she and Tony danced up near us. The DJ had gotten the message from the number of people in clinches on the dancefloor and slowed up the music. It was close to eleven and most of the people on the floor were holding each other.
“Hey, sister,” I said.
“Hi, Emily,” Rachel said. “And… uh…”
“Tony,” Em’s partner said.
“I was so jealous when I saw your dress,” Em said. “I thought I’d be the only bitch in black tonight.”
“That’s what I was planning,” Rache laughed. “I guess we’re a matched pair.”
“How about switching partners for a song so I can say I danced with my brother when Mom asked how the dance went?”
“Sure. Do you mind, Tony?” Rachel asked.
“My pleasure, Miss Rachel.” He was real suave. I didn’t trust him at all.
“Don’t worry,” Em said as she came into my arms. “He’ll behave. How about you?”
“Behave? I’ve been a perfect gentleman,” I said as I squeezed her close.
“I am going to be so horny when I get home tonight. Is Rachel getting you worked up?”
“I’ve been worked up since I got to her house,” I sighed. “She’s really special.”
“Well, maybe if we’re both all worked up we can… uh… work things out when we get home.” I looked down at my sister and she winked at me. “Song’s over. I’m going to rescue my date from the clutches of your redheaded vixen.” They were only a couple steps away and Rachel slipped away easily into my arms as Em and Tony danced away.
“Everything okay?” I asked as she lay her head on my shoulder.
“Yeah. He was shopping for a new girlfriend. I told him I was off the market.” She looked into my eyes and kissed me softly. “I am off the market, aren’t I, Jacob?”
“I hope you’re my girlfriend, Rache.”
“Oh good. I’m ready to leave now. Let’s go park someplace we can make out for a while.”
The parking lot was far enough. She had me scoot my seat back as far as it would go and then crawled over onto my lap. She reached down beside the seat and all of a sudden, I was tilted back and she was lying on top of me. Then we got into some serious kissing. Serious enough to lose our jackets and get my shirt unbuttoned and open. Serious enough that the top of her dress slid below her beautiful breasts and she pressed against me as we caressed each other.
She’d promised easier access and I took full advantage of it, touching her, kissing her, and sucking on her nipples as she experimented to find out exactly how sensitive my nipples were. And we found out they were. I also discovered that after her shower, she’d left her panty hose off. I was treated to feeling her bare leg all the way up to her panty-covered butt. Only on the outer part of her leg, not between them.
At twenty till one, the alarm on her phone started beeping and we started putting ourselves back together. I got one more kiss and lick of her nipples before they were tucked back into her dress. The corsage was smashed.
When we had our jackets back on, she drove me home. Neither of us wanted the date to end, but our kiss had to stop so she could get home before curfew.
“Soon, lover,” she sighed. “Soon.”
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