Double Take
Chapter 42
“They were like lightning and rain, existing together but clashing at their very natures.”
—T.S. Pettibone, Hatred Day
“UH… DESI?” Kent stammered on Thursday at lunch. “Say, I know this is like way late notice and all, but… I never got around to asking anyone to prom this weekend. Would you like to go?” My hackles raised. What did he think he was doing, asking my girlfriend on a date? Beca on one side of me and Joan on the other both grabbed my leg to keep me from jumping up.
“Prom? You can go to prom?”
“Uh… Yeah. I’m a junior, you know?”
“I guess I was supposed to know that. Why aren’t you asking Brittany?”
“Are you kidding?” Brittany laughed. “What mother would allow her fourteen-year-old daughter to go to prom with a seventeen-year-old lech? Besides, Kent isn’t my boyfriend or anything. We’re just friends.”
“Fair enough,” Desi said. “Why me? You could have asked Rachel or Rebeca.”
“Oh, well… um… You see, I figured it was a longshot, but you have clothes.”
“We all wear clothes. Most of the time.”
“I mean, you’ve got interesting cosplay clothes that would pass for a formal and wouldn’t have to run out to buy anything. And I have a…” Kent paused a blushed crimson. “I sort of have a Hyakuya uniform I wore to Comic Con last year.”
“Hyakuya? As in Yu from Seraph of the End?” Desi exclaimed, hopping up and down. She settled quickly. “Ah… I’ll have to ask permission, of course. And there is something you need to understand up front and I won’t go if I don’t trust you to abide by the rules. Jacob is my boyfriend,” she stated adamantly. “And I’ve contracted with him to give him my virginity when I turn sixteen. I consider it a sacred pledge and won’t be messing around in typical post-prom debauchery. Do you agree to abide by that rule?”
“Ye-yeah. I’m sorry, I thought Jacob was with Joan… um… or Rachel. I didn’t…”
“We don’t advertise broadly, but we five are in it together and plan to stay that way,” Desi said firmly. “Now, if you agree to the rules, I’ll ask permission.”
“Yes. I agree. I just thought it would be fun to go to the prom in something outrageous instead of all stuck up and formal.” I glanced at Joan and she smirked at me.
“Okay then. Jacob? May I go to prom with Kent?” We all gasped. When she said ‘ask permission’ we all thought she meant from her parents. She was asking me?
“Desi, I’m not…” she scowled at me. She obviously wanted support and I wasn’t giving it the way she wanted it. “You’re my girlfriend,” I said firmly. “Your virginity belongs to me. As long as you agree to protect it and as long as Kent agrees, I won’t stop you from going out to have fun. Agreed?”
“I agree, boyfriend,” Desi said. She hopped up and ran around the table bending over to give me a very hot sloppy kiss. If what I saw was any indication, when she bent over most of the people at the table could see down her cleavage to her navel. She ran back to her seat as my girlfriends started laughing. “We’ll need to make plans and you need to meet my parents,” she said to Kent. “Let me text you my address and you can come by this evening.”
I think Kent was a little lost and thinking he might have stepped into deeper water than he planned.
Prom. I think it’s become a way to get parents and teens to spend as much for a night of pretension as for a wedding. Our limo wasn’t the only one, by a long shot. In fact, it wasn’t the longest one, either. I couldn’t believe they make a Hummer limo. We watched five couples emerge from it and the driver let a line of us peek inside to see the luxurious seating and bar. He wasn’t moving because the couples who went to the prom left about an hour later and were spending the rest of the night driving around in the limo. A private party, I guess.
Our own limo was big enough that Em easily consented to picking up Kent and Desi as well as Brian and Joan. We worked out the change in logistics so the Limo picked up Brian and Kent first and then came to our house. By that time, Mom and Dad had already taken a memory card full of pictures of Em and me and then had to take another of Em and Brian. Then they left to go to Joan’s so they’d be there before we got there. We picked up Desi next and Em started to regret that we’d agreed to pick up the pair. Desi’s skirt was so full that she took up most of one seat in the limo by herself. We told Kent he had to squeeze in next to her, even if his splashy uniform got wrinkled. At Joan’s house, the other four stayed in the limo while I went in to pick up my date. Beca and Rachel had been with Joan to help get her ready and were going out together when we left. They had to run outside to look at Desi and Kent while Joan’s mother and my parents took another card full of commemorative photos.
Eventually, though, we all got to the prom, sending the limo back to pick up Rachel and Beca to take them to dinner. I’d been running—or jogging, I guess, over half an hour a day and my legs were feeling solid under me. It was a good thing because Joan and I seldom left the dancefloor. Our lessons for the past four weekends had paid off and we could dance to just about anything the DJ threw at us. Prom music tended to be a lot more slow music than fast and didn’t have the rave aura that the Valentine Dance had. Of course, I had a couple of dances with Em and with Desi as the other guys entertained the other girls. But mostly, it was Joan and me.
“I could dance with you all night,” I whispered in her ear.
“I hope so,” she whispered back and offered her lips for my kiss.
We did the obligatory things like getting our official prom pictures taken. I wasn’t sure why since I was sure our parents had taken a few hundred. But this one was…
V1 went to prom back in 1956. It was held in the gymnasium and the junior class had spent every afternoon for the week before prom decorating. Decorations were mostly crepe streamers, but they were hung from all the way up in the rafters. There were three mirror balls that just swung and spun slightly in the breeze. They were not motor driven. Tables surrounded the open space in the center, all of which was covered in canvas to protect the gym floor. Banquet tables that seated eight or ten had white paper tablecloths. Place settings included a napkin, plastic fork, and plastic cup for punch. A white arch decorated with plastic flowers was set in front of a blue backdrop and that was where prom pictures had been taken ever since the war. In my white dinner jacket, my picture made it look like my neck belonged on a giraffe, only outdone by my date’s outlandish hairdo. I’m sorry to say that I don’t even remember her name.
Things changed. Nearly a thousand people attended this prom. It was held at the convention center and was not decorated by teens. They must have spent $5,000 on the decorations and I thought that the school musical could have used some scenery like this. The theme was Kismet. The photo area was twenty feet across and offered a variety of niches in which to pose your photo. One of the most popular was the reflecting pool. The setting included lots of tile—fake—a billion little lights, a romantic table setting, a secret garden, and even an area with a Turkish carpet and a bunch of cushions surrounded by tented curtains.
Dinner included various kinds of hummus with pita and vegetables to dip, shawarma, yogurts, and dipped figs or pastries. It was no wonder the tickets for the event were fifty dollars apiece. Not a couple. Each.
And no one spiked the punch.
At midnight, the official prom ended and the event center was empty by twelve-thirty. I heard about a number of after-prom parties that were being held at various locations, but none of us was interested. We found our limo and made the rounds delivering people to their homes. First, Desi. Kent walked her to her door and I had to admit that he cut a dashing figure in the rather unconventional uniform. It went well with Desi’s dress. Em and Joan kept my attention focused inside the limo, so I didn’t watch to see if Kent got a kiss goodnight or maybe a squeeze of Desi’s nicely displayed melons. We took him home next.
Then, to keep the pretense that the men were taking their dates home, we got to our house and Brian walked Em to the door. I know that she planned to give him a nice kiss but this was the first time Joan and I had been truly alone all evening and we didn’t waste any time getting our faces together. We broke apart only when we heard the driver open the door for Brian to get back into the limo. He said goodnight to us at his house and thanked me for helping make this night possible.
“Could you just drive us around for half an hour before you take us to the next stop?” I asked.
“The car’s yours for three more hours. I can drive all night if you want.” I looked at Joan, whose eyes went wide open.
“I’ll let you know,” I said. As soon as the car was in motion, so were we. Joan and I had gotten pretty good at figuring out how the pieces fit together when we kissed over the past few weeks. We both had active hands going as well. It didn’t take long to have that blue strapless top pushed down below her boobs and my fingers working their way up under her skirt while I sucked on her nipples. Her hand was busy inside my pants, stroking my wood. I felt her pussy clench around my fingers as she came and then her face was in my lap as she sucked me earnestly. I groaned as I emptied myself into her throat.
We were back in a clinch and I was trying to figure out how her dress fastened so I could get it off her when she pushed me away. She started putting her boobs back in the dress.
“Not here, Jacob. Not in the back seat, even of a limo. Take me home. Take me home and love me properly in my bed.”
“You’re sure? We won’t wake the… um… cougar?”
“I’ll lock my door.”
I directed the driver to Joan’s house and told him I’d be a while. He said to just buzz and he’d be waiting. I had his number in my phone.
“Now you can undress me, Jacob,” Joan said after she’d taken my jacket, vest, and tie. Her shoes lay on the floor and I reached to bring her into my arms.
“You know, I was trying to figure out how this dress unfastens,” I said. “Want to give me a hint?”
“It doesn’t have any fasteners. The top is stretchy enough to get over my hips. You got it off my breasts once tonight already; just keep pushing it down.”
I closed on her mouth and we kissed as I began working the beautiful blue dress off her top and then pushed it down over her hips. As soon as it was clear of her butt, it just fell in a pool at her feet. I stood back and had Joan in front of me, completely naked.
“Now let me do you,” she said as she laid the dress over her chair. My shoes had come off as soon as we entered the house, so Joan started with my socks and then my shirt. Even though the shirt had French cuffs, it had conventional buttons down the front since I wore it with a long tie instead of a bowtie. V1 had given up wearing T-shirts or undershirts beneath my dress shirts sometime back in the seventies. I’d never let V3 pick up the habit. Joan pushed her bare breasts against my chest as the shirt fell from my shoulders. Unlike Joan, however, I had boxers beneath the dress slacks and she giggled when she saw they were a matching blue silk. My cock was back at attention and she released it from the elastic band and pushed the last garment off my legs. It was our first time. We were naked and pressed our bodies together, reveling in the touch of skin on skin from our feet to our lips. She led me to her bed and threw the covers off so we lay on the sheets.
“Will you make love to me, Jacob? Make me feel as though you love me?”
“I do love you, Joan. And I do so want to make love to you. You know I’m… active with Rachel. We should use a condom.” She nodded and I started to get out of bed to get the condom I had in my wallet. She pushed me back and opened a drawer next to her bed and pulled out a packet.
“Bought them just in case we really got here. First, though, let me make sure you’re ready.”
Joan was surprised when we finally were ready and I was dressed for the occasion. I pulled her over on top of me.
“You’re in control, baby. Whatever you want. However you want it.”
“Thank you, lover. Oh, thank you.”
I don’t think it would have made much difference in the long run. As soon as Joan got lined up, she sank all the way onto me. She started bouncing up and down so fast that I was way behind her. I reached up and lightly thumbed and then pinched her nipples and she had her first orgasm. I managed to get my mouth positioned so I could suck her left nipple and tongue it. Her second orgasm was a screamer. She collapsed on my chest and we kissed as her movements became less frantic and I enjoyed the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock.
“You drive now,” she said. We rolled over and only became unconnected for a minute before I was sliding back into her again. “I wish I wasn’t so hair-trigger orgasmic,” she panted as she started to ramp up again. This time I was right with her. “I love feeling you in me so much but I can’t concentrate on it because my clit is on fire. I’m…” I kissed her again and caught her next orgasmic scream in my mouth as I pumped a gallon of jizz into the condom. This time it was my turn to collapse and I slid out of her and beside her as we held each other tight.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Might have drifted into sleep a little, but we hadn’t been together for much more than an hour. I still had two hours left on the limo. I heard her sniff and she rolled away from me to grab a tissue and then sit on the edge of the bed.
“Hey,” I said as I stroked her bare back. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Fine. That was… really good, Jacob. I’m going to go now and… um… I’ll go to Beca’s house where Rachel is staying tonight.”
“Oh. Um… I guess I can drop you. We’ve got the limo outside.” I tried to get up to get dressed but she turned and pushed me back into bed.
“You don’t need to get up. When Mom hears me leave, she’ll come to check on me, thinking it was you who left. When she sees you here alone, she’ll… um… come in to comfort you. It’s inevitable.”
I ramped up from uncertain to pissed to angry as hell. I pushed her aside and grabbed my clothes.
“I didn’t come here to fuck your mother, Joan. Not interested. I didn’t even come here to fuck you. I came because you’re my girlfriend and I love you. Just because we’ve got an unusual relationship with the five of us doesn’t mean you can just pimp me out to anyone you want to.”
“I… Jacob?” Joan was still naked, staring at me as I pulled my boxers on. “Wait! You mean that?”
“That you can’t pimp me out? Shit, Joan!”
“No. That you don’t want to fuck my mother. You really don’t?”
V1 fucked Sharon Long. It almost ended my marriage. She was ten years younger than I was and I took that as a sign that I was really a lot younger than I was and could haul in a beautiful young woman. I knew the reality of the situation was that she was hauling me in.
I knew little details about Sharon’s body that Joan would never know. I knew the exact position of her g-spot, exactly how she liked to have her asshole played with during sex, her deep throat technique, and the flavor of her pussy. But one thing V3 had discovered that V1 could never have imagined. Joan was so much better!
If Rebecca hadn’t fallen sick that September, we might not have recovered from my affair. I spent the next two years caring for my wife, as the cancer slowly ate away at her body, unresponsive to chemo and radiation. And when I laid her to rest at last, I realized what a fool I’d been to have wasted a second of my time with her. And with a tacit invitation on the table, I realized I had no interest at all in Sharon Long.
“Joan, I’m here to be with you. This is our night. God knows how many more we’ll have. Life is uncertain. I really don’t want anything to interfere with our night. And I am totally not interested in your mother. Now or ever.”
The tears were falling in earnest now. She rushed me and pressed herself against my chest. What could I do? I petted her hair and her beautiful back as her tears slowly faded.
“No one…” she choked. “No one has ever chosen me over my mother. Come back to bed and make love with me again. Please, Jacob?”
I barely made it back to the limo in time for him to get me home by four o’clock. I handed him a twenty with my thanks and finally made it to bed.
My phone chimed in the morning and I looked to see a text from Joan. As soon as I managed to get the sleep out of my eyes I squinted at the screen. “Breakfast? I’ll pick you up.”
I looked at the clock to see it was nine-thirty. I poked my head out and saw that Mom, Dad, and Pey were gone, presumably to church. Em was asleep in her bed. I went in and laid a hand lightly on her bare shoulder. She turned to look at me through sleepy eyes and pulled the hand down under the covers to her breast.
“Mmm. Coming to join me?” she asked.
“I was coming to ask if you’d mind if I had company for a while this morning,” I said. I kept petting her beautiful breast.
“Oh. Of course. The ’rents will have lunch with Pey after church. You should be clear for a couple of hours. I’ll go back to sleep. Or maybe I’ll come watch.”
“My evil sister,” I said leaning in to kiss her.
“Tonight, though, you might need to give me a little help. I didn’t get any post-prom loving.”
I left Em curling up to go back to sleep and texted Joan. “Get over here right now! My bed is getting cold.” Ten minutes later, Joan was naked in my bed and we made the best of our time for three hours. Then we went out for lunch. As far as I knew, Em had never come out of her room.
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