The Rock
4 Take This Job and…
“IT’S NOT FAIR!” Jennifer cried when Sam and I saw her. She was in the ER when we got there and it took a couple hours before they had her leg properly immobilized, x-rays, MRI, and God-knows what else. Mr. Pratt came into the waiting room where Sam and I were with Courtney and her parents and my parents. He looked at the three of us.
“I’ve been sent to tell you to go on in,” he said.
“Art, come and take a load off,” Bill said as we left.
Jennifer wailed again as Courtney and Sam went to her. “It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s not fair!” She looked straight at me and the tears had nothing to do with her pain. “We just started fucking. It’s not fair!” I rushed to her and gently kissed her. She had a neck brace on.
“Don’t you worry, little Girl Scout. I still have four condoms left for you and I’ve ordered another gross,” I laughed.
“Oh, God!” Anna moaned. “You have five minutes before the next wave. Don’t let her move.” She left the room and we heard her laughing in the hall.
“Is Jingo okay?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes. The only one who wanted to hurt him was your father. Three fair officials and the 4-H horsemanship directors came before we left and were aghast at what was said. They assured us that nothing would happen to Jingo while he was on the fairgrounds and they were even going to post a security guard. I’m pretty sure your other hearthmates will be here soon if they can get past your father. That wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to meet him,” I laughed. “I told him that if he touched my horse I’d put him down. That was just before he threatened to sue me for everything I might ever hope to have.”
“That’s just how Daddy reacts to things. He’s a lawyer and thinks a lawsuit is the answer to everything.”
“Well, maybe he’ll go after those kids who threw the firecracker. That pisses me off.”
We chatted for a couple minutes and found out the neck brace was just a precaution while a specialist examined the x-rays. It seemed that the log had broken her fall as well as her leg. They had to wait for the swelling to go down some before they could pin it. My poor little Girl Scout was going to have a scar for her pain. She was getting pretty dopey, though, by the time Anna and Art came back. Jennifer quickly whispered to me asking for a dollar.
“Daddy, will you be my attorney of record in the matter that has happened today?” she held out the dollar. He took it.
“Good girl. Of course, I will. We’ll get things started right away.”
“As my attorney, I explicitly forbid you from taking any action against either the horse I was riding, its owner, or his family. Is it understood that failing to follow my instructions in this matter would result in having your eighteen-year-old daughter bring suit against you?” Jennifer grinned at her father. He slapped his head.
“Honey, I just want to have you taken care of. An animal that hurts you…”
“Daddy. He didn’t hurt me. Those kids who threw a firecracker hurt me. Find them and go practice law or something. Now. I want you to meet my cónyuge, Brian Frost. Brian, this is my father, Arthur Pratt.”
“I heard you use that word in the arena,” Mr. Pratt said. “What does cónyuge mean?”
“He’s my mate.” Mr. Pratt choked.
“What? I thought you and Courtney were committed to a lifelong relationship. That’s what you’ve been telling me,” he said.
“Since we aren’t getting married, who’s to say we can’t all be together?” Jennifer said. Mr. Pratt just shook his head. “And this is our novia, Samantha,” Jennifer plunged on.
“Novia?”
“It roughly means fiancée.”
“This is all your fault,” he said to Anna.
“Yeah. Aren’t you proud of me?”
When I finally got back to the fairgrounds, Sam and I decided to load the horses and take them back home. No one was riding rodeo, so there was no sense keeping the horses where they were exposed to any possible harm. Dad came with us and drove the truck. Courtney, of course, stayed with Jen in the hospital. She wasn’t going to leave her for anything. Jen’s father seemed to cool down and his wife, Teri, came to pick him up about the same time we left. Since we were all headed home, the rest of my girlfriends came home, too, leaving Sora’s travel trailer at the fairgrounds to pick up on Friday.
We’d just dragged our sorry butts upstairs to get ready for bed when Dad called us all to the family room. He had the ten o’clock news on the television and the lead story was the injury at the fair. Jess had been filming the whole thing. I’d forgotten all about it. I never saw him after I called Jingo.
“This was not a tragic accident,” the newscaster said, “but a deliberate malicious act directed at an innocent animal and resulting in the injury of a young woman. Our cameraman caught the perpetrators on film and WBBT has turned the film over to local police investigating the incident. In the recording you will see, the faces have been blurred because the people caught on film are minors. We are informed that the young woman, Jennifer Pratt, is in good condition at St. Joe Hospital with a broken leg and is being held for observation to be sure there is no concussion. Now with that introduction and understanding that you will see Miss Pratt fall from her horse—a most frightening occurrence—we invite you to watch the tape as our cameraman, Jess Randolph, captured it.” They played the tape right up to the point that I dropped out of the saddle and knelt next to Jennifer. No one else in the arena had even moved yet to reach her, though someone was shouting at the arena exit for paramedics.
“As tragic as this was, it was amazing to watch a young man gain immediate control of the spooked horse and ride to assist Miss Pratt before anyone else could respond. That young man, you will recognize as Chef Brian of The Homemakers’ Hour Young Cooking, the seventeen-year-old boyfriend of Miss Pratt. He can ride to my rescue any day!”
“Oh my God!” Rose and Sam exclaimed at the same time.
“We were back getting Sam and Courtney ready to ride and didn’t see anything that happened,” Rose continued. “That was amazing. Poor Jennifer!”
“You should have seen Brian,” Nikki said. “We were… uh… holding hands next to that cameraman. We’d just come into the arena when Jennifer was announced. We didn’t even have a seat yet. All of a sudden there was no hand in mine and Brian is climbing over the railing to get on the horse. It was so fast I didn’t even understand that Jennifer had fallen.”
“How is Jingo?” Dad asked. “That was more than just being spooked.”
“That right foreleg is hot again,” I said. “I wrapped it with liniment as soon as we got him home. I should have done it at the fair but didn’t think of it in time.”
“Let’s keep an eye on him and make sure he’s all right in the morning. Bucking around like that and then doing those hard stops can’t have been good for him.”
“Yeah. And put a guard out in case Jennifer’s father comes looking for him,” I said half in jest. “Uh… Dad? Does he know about you guys and Anna?”
“I don’t know, son, but I would guess we’ll all find out soon.”
Miss Polly: Brian, before we cover anything else on the show this morning, how is your girlfriend, Jennifer Pratt?
Me: She’s resting. I stopped by the hospital on the way here this morning and her mom told me they were going to get a cast on that leg this morning. They have cleared her regarding any spinal injury, for which we are all grateful.
Miss P: What a terrible thing to have happen.
Me: We were told in the news reports that the pranksters were minors. Technically, since I’m seventeen, I am, too. But my parents raised me to respect other people and to care for animals who depend on us. I simply can’t fathom how kids can even think that scaring an animal like that or teasing a dog or throwing a cat—all things that I’ve heard and read about—are okay. What kind of parents do these little monsters have?
Miss P: Brian, we all saw you ride to the rescue. Tell us first about the horse. Jingo?
Me: Jingo is a love. He’s an extraordinarily well-trained trail horse from the Starbridge Dude Ranch. He came up lame a couple years ago and we were offered the opportunity to adopt him. We’ve cared for him and he’s now hale and hearty. I loved going to the dude ranch, which is where I first met Jennifer. I’ve led Jingo around the corral and trails with inexperienced riders, handicapped kids, and people who were downright afraid of horses. There is no horse I would trust more than Jingo.
Miss P: Yet he looked like a rodeo bronco.
Me: I’m not saying you can’t train a horse not to respond to that kind of stimulus, but that kind of training in itself is unnecessarily cruel. There’s no reason for a horse to need to be prepared for that. If Jingo had encountered a rattlesnake on the trail, he would probably shy away, but he wouldn’t go crazy and he’d always protect his rider if he could.
Miss P: He certainly responded to you.
Me: He knows my voice and all he wanted was someone to assure him that it was okay. When I slid off him next to Jennifer and ground tied him, I think he was genuinely concerned for her. That’s what a great horse is like.
“So, as I see it, you admitted on-air to your failure to train the horse properly,” Arthur Pratt said across the dinner table.
“You obviously did not listen to what was said, then,” I replied. I wasn’t rising to the bait. Anna had called me aside as soon as she and Jennifer got home Friday afternoon and told me that Arthur and Teri were coming for dinner and that he was calmed down but his nature was to worry a bone to death rather than give up on a legal issue. She said that he wouldn’t sue or cause problems but he was likely say things to try to make me respond. Well, I was going to not respond. “I indicated that kind of training would be considered cruel. Since I am basically opposed to animal cruelty, training him in that way would put me in the same class as the pranksters who startled him.”
“But he could have been trained not to respond.”
“Mr. Pratt, if I stood you against the barn wall and faced you with a gun, how many times would I have to shoot the gun next to your head to keep you from jumping?”
“That’s entirely different. We are talking about a trainable animal.”
“Are you saying you are not trainable? You are certainly an animal.”
At that point everyone at the table broke up laughing. Even Teri nudged Arthur and told him to give it a rest. It was my folks with Anna, me with Courtney and Jennifer, and Teri and Arthur. I’d received several compliments on dinner, but I’d had six huge meatloaves in the freezer and pulled two of them out last night. By the time the potatoes were mashed—complete with my secret ingredients of cabbage and cream cheese—the meatloaf was ready to come out of the oven. It was a home-cooked comfort food meal and one of Jennifer’s favorites.
“Dad, you’ve got to let up on my cónyuge. I’m not amused at the way my attorney is treating my mate,” Jennifer said.
“You’ve adopted some new terms, Brian,” Mom said. “What does it mean when one of your girlfriends claims she is your cónyuge?” Anna snorted in a way that reminded me of Jennifer when she was trying not to laugh. I think she put Mom up to asking the question. I looked at Jennifer and Courtney and they both nodded at me to go ahead.
“I’m certainly interested in this as well,” Arthur said.
“Okay. It started with a dating agreement,” I said. No sense getting into the deep end before I laid the groundwork. I explained the original dating agreement and how it evolved with its amendments and then told them all about how people had naturally sort of teamed up. I couldn’t say coupled since three of the groups involved more than two people. “The thing is that we all consider ourselves part of a clan with different houses that we’ve chosen to call casa. Within a casa, all the members are hearthmates. But not all are committed to the casa long-term nor are we necessarily intimate. Cónyuge are people who have acknowledged a long-term intimate commitment to each other. Actually, Jennifer and Courtney would probably have been considered cónyuge with each other before either of them became so with me.”
“The three of you have a long-term intimate commitment with each other? You’re having sex?” Arthur asked.
“The nature of our intimacy is no one’s concern but ours.”
“I think we should go on, though, Brian. We have our parents here. I wish Bill and Crystal were here, but we’ll go through it all with them, too,” Jennifer said. “Our casa has thirteen hearthmates. We are not all intimate with each other. For example, Rose is cónyuge with Brian, but she is just compañera with Courtney and me. A girlfriend. Samantha is novia to all three of us. She plans to acknowledge her long-term intimate commitment with each of us and become our cónyuge. Whitney will be acknowledged as cónyuge with Brian when she gets back in town—a relationship that has been long-standing—but to the rest of us, she is a hearthmate. Liz is our hearthmate and Brian’s cónyuge. Elaine is novia to Brian. Then we have Sarah, Hannah, Sora, Cassie, and Nikki. They are all hearthmates. Sarah and Sora are girlfriends or compañera who have not decided on a long-term commitment, even if they might have been intimate in different degrees.”
“And you are Casa Frost?” Teri said. Apparently, she was trying to tie everyone to me which seemed likely.
“No,” I said. “They are Casa Frost.” I pointed to my parents and Anna. “We are Casa del Fuego.”
“It seems like you need to have some legal documents drawn up among you,” Teri said. “Something that would indicate what protection and rights each—What did you call them?—hearthmate has within the casa and how the clan is organized.”
There were six snorts at the table.
“You know, I hope we can be friends,” I said. “I might actually need a lawyer someday.”
“No doubt,” Arthur responded.
“What am I going to do?” Jennifer asked at the breakfast table. Her father and Teri had driven back to Indianapolis after dinner last night and we parted wary friends. But Jennifer had realized something else and brought it to the family as she sat propped up in Dad’s recliner with her right leg stuck straight out in front of her. “I can’t go to college like this.”
She and Courtney were planning to move into their dorm in Bloomington next week for orientation, but she was right. She couldn’t move into a dorm. In fact, she was going to be in this cast for at least eight weeks and then would need physical therapy or another cast after that. She’d snapped the femur and they’d put a pin in it to make sure it would be strong enough after it was healed to support her. After she was able to switch from a wheelchair to crutches, she was still going to need physical therapy to strengthen her leg.
“I’m not going if she’s not going,” Courtney said firmly. “We talked about taking a year off to wait for Brian anyway. It just makes sense this way. I’ll find out if I can keep working at the restaurant we’ve been waiting tables at. The only thing that’s kept them from offering me a full-time job is knowing that I’d be leaving next week.”
“I think we need to talk to your parents about that, Courtney,” Anna said. “Your proposition hinges on too many things. First, that they’ll agree. Second that you can get the job. Third that the Frosts are willing to let you stay here. Hayden and Marilyn only signed on for the summer with all of us invading. As soon as we can move, we’ll need to get Jennifer home where I can care for her without being a burden to anyone else.”
“Nooo!” both girls cried.
“Mom? Dad? I understand that summer has its own kind of rules and you weren’t counting on a house full this fall. Under the circumstances would it be a bad thing to have Anna, Jennifer, and Courtney stay through until we all leave for school?” I asked.
“I think we should have a private discussion with Anna,” Dad said. “Even if we three agree to that arrangement, though, it doesn’t mean that Courtney’s whole plan will fly.” The three parents left us in the family room where Jennifer was propped up in Dad’s chair.
“I can tell already that Dad’s afraid he won’t get his chair back,” I laughed.
“Oh no!” Jennifer squawked. “Get me out of here and on the sofa.”
“Don’t be silly, honey. I was just kidding. But I’m serious about this. I don’t think you should delay starting school just so the rest of us will be there.”
“Bri-an…” Courtney was near tears.
“Just listen a second, baby. I’m not trying to send you away. I’m only going to high school half days this year. In the afternoons I’ve enrolled in my first two required major courses at IUSB. It’s great because the school district has to pay for it and I get dual credit. I took my required Freshman English Comp class in the evenings last year. With my AP German Language and Culture class last year and AP Calculus this year, I’ll enter IU next year with 28 college credits already under my belt. That means that I’ll be a freshman with sophomore standing. It’s only going to take me three years to do college before I start my Masters’ work. You two could do the same thing. You’ve already been accepted at IU. Just enroll at IUSB for two or three classes. You don’t even need to make it a full load. But you will have begun. You can get your English Comp and at least one other class out of the way.”
“That would work,” Courtney said. “Jen, without you having to move and navigate a dormitory, we could make it work to start school here even with you in a wheelchair for a while.”
“That would be so good. Just thinking about sitting around doing nothing for eight weeks was already killing me.”
“You are going to have plenty to do, daughter,” Anna said coming back in the room with Mom and Dad. They were all smiling. “There’s physical therapy and you have to be useful as well as ornamental. If Hayden and Marilyn are going to have you underfoot, you’d better be sweeping.”
“You mean we can stay?”
“As soon as you girls were gone to school, we planned to ask Anna to stay here permanently,” Mom said. “You moved our timing up, but we’ve proposed to her and Anna has accepted.” Dad hugged both women to him. The grins on all our faces and the tears in our eyes were all that needed to be said. Anna was becoming a permanent member of our family. “We still have to talk to your parents about your plans, Courtney.”
“Brian came up with an idea that will help,” Court said. “Jen and I can enroll at IUSB this week and start classes next week. It will be hard on her for the first few days, but we’ll knock off some of our required courses before we ever head to Bloomington.”
“That’s a wonderful idea!” Anna said. “I’ll bet under the circumstances they’ll expedite you signing up. We’ll go over on Monday morning first thing!”
“I give up,” Miss Polly said when we got into our meeting with Harvey after lunch. She’d hardly said a word to me all morning and I was afraid she was mad at me again. I’d carefully poured her latte into a ceramic mug this morning. She couldn’t possibly think I’d have time to get an espresso machine and learn how to operate it by now. “You can have it. I’ll retire. Harvey, I can’t keep going like this.”
“Wait, Polly. What are you talking about? The show is at its peak popularity. You are getting better guests, more calls for appearances, and with Brian’s ‘Young Cooking’ segment, we’ve broadened our demographic. You can’t be serious.”
“That’s just it, Harvey. Look at him. He’s young, intelligent, handsome, talented, congenial, dashing, daring, heroic… The list goes on. I can’t compete with him. I’ll just get out of the way and he can have the show.”
“What? I don’t want the show,” I practically screamed. “I don’t want your job. I don’t even want my job. School starts next week and I’m out of here.”
“You can’t just leave, Brian. You’ve already signed a contract for another season of ‘Young Cooking.’”
“That doesn’t mean I have to be her assistant any longer. I don’t know what you pay Miss Betsy but I’ll tell you it isn’t anywhere near enough.”
“Are you saying I’m hard to work with?”
“Impossible is more like it.”
“Pay him for the week and get him off my show, Harvey.”
“Which is it, Polly? Fire him or give him the show? Now would you two both calm down? Let’s figure out what the real issues are here and solve them. No one is quitting. No one is getting fired. You are both under contract. Now, one at a time. Calmly. Brian, why are you unhappy?”
“I can’t please her. Nothing is ever right and she is no help in telling me how to make it right. The closest she has come to a compliment all summer was telling me that bringing her a latte made up for a lot of my faults. I’m not sure even if that was a compliment.” Okay. I was a whiny baby. I never intended to say anything. I was just trying to get through the last week.
“Polly? Are you unhappy with Brian’s performance this summer? Is he really that bad?” Harvey asked.
“No.” She sat there with her arms crossed. Finally, she continued. “He’s perfect. He’s seventeen years old and works harder than anyone else in the studio. He never asks me how to do something. I don’t even know how he figures it out. Betsy couldn’t have trained him that well; she wasn’t that good. He wants to take over the whole shebang, so let him.”
“But I don’t want…” Harvey laid a hand on my shoulder to silence me. It wasn’t my turn.
“What makes you think Brian wants to take over?” Harvey asked.
“Well look at him. He had as much air time with his interviews as I had on-set. He interviewed fair-food vendors! They aren’t even real cooks and people loved it. He brought Bill and Crystal Price on the show and all they did was talk about him. And then—as if it wasn’t enough that he has thirty girlfriends—he walks into the horse arena with a cameraman rolling film just in time to see one of his girlfriends thrown from a horse, which he then calls, calms, and rides to her aid like a knight in shining armor. I’m fifty-eight years old. I cannot finish an interview about corn-on-the-cob and then turn around and dash to the aid of a fair maiden. And then there’s the fan mail.” Polly cut off and ran down. Shit. She felt threatened by me. I felt intimidated by her. She was jealous. I was tired.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to upstage you. I was just trying to do a good job.” Polly started crying. She got up and left the room. “Fuck. Even that was wrong.”
“No. That was just right. Go ahead and get things ready for tomorrow. Did you find out about that espresso machine she wants?”
“Yeah. I was going to tell you. It’s like $6,000.”
“It will make a nice fall kick-off gift; don’t you think? Get all the information to me, including what it will take to train a barista. Maybe there’s a way we can make some money from it.”
“I’m really sad,” Sora said as she cuddled in bed with me Monday night. My cock was still inside her and very hard even though we’d both come only a minute ago.
“I’m sad you are leaving, too,” I said.
“Not just that I’m leaving, but that my two compañera aren’t coming with me. I’d convinced myself that everything would be okay because there would be three of us and we were all your girlfriends and had made love to you and were missing you. We’d support each other. But now, I’ll be all alone.”
“Lamar and Renee are still there and the rest of us will join you next year. And you’ll be home for breaks and if you want, I’ll come visit you for a special event like I do with Elaine. We can make it work, honey.”
“I’m scared that I’ll get down there and do something stupid and you won’t want me anymore. Put on a new condom and make love to me again, Brian. I feel like I’ve just found what I’ll be missing.”
“Sex?”
“Love. I found love. I expected to find sex, but I found love. And I don’t want to leave.”
I did my best to love Sora all night. She was leaving Wednesday morning and, of course, her parents wanted time with her Tuesday night. They were driving her down to Bloomington with Monte. This was our last night together for a long time. Schools are stingy with fall breaks. You don’t really get a chance to go home until Thanksgiving at the earliest. A lot of kids stay the weekend because it is only two more weeks until finals. Everyone was pushing to get a full semester in before Christmas break. I couldn’t see the high schools doing it, but IU was set on it.
Tuesday morning, I made my Asian lover breakfast and she stayed at the house as I left for work so she could see Jen and Courtney.
“I asked the doctor.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No. Courtney was with me. We sent Mom out.”
“And you asked the doctor if you could have sex?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, Jennifer. I’m dying to hear what he said.”
“She. She said there was no damage to my pelvis and if I could open my legs wide enough to get you in then to go for it. She thought it might help relieve some of the pain. Temporarily,” Jen said. It was Wednesday night and Courtney and I were carefully and lovingly bathing our cónyuge. That was a real task since we didn’t have rubber sheets, so we wrapped her cast in Saran Wrap and wheeled her into the bathroom. Anna had hovered for a few minutes while we were getting Jen undressed, but Jen had complained that it was embarrassing enough without having her mother watching. What she really wanted was to tell us she wanted to have sex. I held her up as Courtney washed her bottom and between her legs.
“You’re a little stubbly down here,” Courtney said. “I suppose I’m going to have to shave the part you usually shave if you plan to have Brian plowing into you with his tender cock.”
“I feel so wanton with you bathing my privates and Brian pretending to wash my boobs for the past fifteen minutes,” Jennifer giggled. She didn’t know the half of it. Washing her hair left the whole bathroom soaking wet. We managed, though. Her chair was all wet, too, so I held her while Courtney toweled her off and then I carried Jennifer to her bed. She just had a towel draped over her so saying goodnight to the parents had us all in hysterics by the time she was tucked in naked. I went to clean up the bathroom and dry her chair as Courtney got ready for bed. By the time I was finished, Mom, Dad, and Anna had gone to bed. I ran upstairs and took a quick shower and grabbed pajama bottoms so I could walk through the house. I also grabbed a few condoms. I was thinking of investing in Trojans. Whatever inspired our school to name our team after a prophylactic?
When I got to Jen and Court’s bedroom, I found the two making out and stood just inside the doorway watching them for a minute. What a beautiful sight. Jen was lying back against a bunch of pillows and Courtney was half on top of her as she kissed and teased her girlfriend. One hand was buried between Jen’s legs and I saw the wiggle of fingers going beneath Courtney’s sexy bubble-butt.
“Brian, don’t stand in the doorway, lover,” Jennifer coaxed. “Come and be with us. Make love to us.”
“She’s so wet, Brian,” Courtney said. “Come taste our lover and give her what she wants.” I ignored Courtney’s offered fingers and pushed Jen’s good leg out so it was farther under Court. Then I started licking her juices straight from the source.
“Oh! Oh!” Jen practically screamed before Courtney covered her mouth with her own so as not to alarm the parents. They were at the other end of the hall, but sound carries. Once Jennifer was effectively muffled, I kept eating and she kept squirming. There were about four inches between the top of the cast and Jennifer’s pussy. It was just enough to get my face wedged in there and do a thorough job. All of Jennifer except her cast-bound leg was jumping up and down on the bed. I pulled back when she’d had a couple good orgasms and ripped open a condom. I’d been wanting in this pussy for a week. I crawled up between her legs and Courtney edged aside, grabbing my cock and lining it up with Jen’s well-lubricated opening. Something told me I was going to get my balls pinched against the cast, but that wasn’t stopping me.
“My face is all a mess,” I whispered as I slid forward. Courtney and Jennifer both grabbed me and tried to lick my entire face. Eventually we all three got into a good kiss and became less frantic as I pushed into Jennifer. She whined into our mouths.
“Oh, that feels so good. I’m so sorry it’s been a week. We just got started and I wanted more and more and more. Oh, go as deep as you can and just hold there. I’m so sorry I fell off Jingo.” Hmm. If she was that sorry…
“It was so bad of you to fall off and leave that poor horse without a rider,” I whispered.
“Is he okay? He isn’t hurt, is he?”
“He’s fine,” I said. “He’s using the time to get special attention to his leg, but the vet says he didn’t really injure himself. He just thinks you were so bad to fall off.”
“I was bad?”
“Very naughty, little Girl Scout,” I whispered as I slid back and in again. I was nibbling Jen’s ear as I whispered but Courtney was practically giggling beside us. She knew exactly where I was going.
“I’m a naughty Girl Scout?”
“Very naughty. You know what we do to naughty girl scouts.”
“Are you going to spank me? Now?”
“Oh, no. Calm yourself, little Girl Scout. I would never spank an injured girl. I would never swat the bare bottom of a girl whose leg was in a cast.” Jen was panting. It wasn’t getting spanked that turned her on; it was thinking about it.
“I was afraid…”
“I’ll wait until your cast is off.”
“Ohh!” Courtney barely got her mouth on Jen’s to muffle the scream of her orgasm. I could feel her pussy pulsing all around my cock and probably would have come if I hadn’t correctly predicted that I’d get my balls pinched by the cast. I caught my breath and squeezed my eyes shut and firmly moved her right leg out just a little farther. Then I took another plunge.
“That was cruel,” Courtney whispered as she licked my ear.
“You… you’re going to spank me when I get my cast off?” Jennifer panted. “One swat… on my… bare bottom?”
“Oh, not when you get your cast off,” I teased. “I need to be sure that you are healed enough so that I don’t reinjure you. It will be after your cast is off, but I’m not sure when. You’ll just have to wait and find out.”
“I can’t stand it! Please, just do it now.”
“Just think, little Girl Scout, how one day I’ll say, ‘Jennifer, stand in front of me and take off your clothes. It’s time for your spanking.’ And then you’ll take all my clothes off, too, so that when you lie naked on my lap you’ll feel me hard up against you. And even then, you’ll know the swat is coming, but you won’t know exactly when. You’ll know that before you stand up again you’ll feel the sting of my hand on one of your cheeks. Which one will it be? The left? Would I dare swat the cheek that was connected to your broken leg? What do you think, little Girl Scout? Will you come before I swat you or wait until you feel the surprise of that sting?”
“Ohhh!” There was nothing Courtney or I could do to stop the wail of that orgasm from ripping out of Jennifer’s mouth. This time when she clenched down on my cock, I managed to keep her right leg stable so I didn’t get pinched. As a result, I filled the condom inside her pussy and thanked my lucky stars for this nubile girl beneath me.
“Take Courtney to bed. She’s been waiting as long as I have. I’m going to sleep now. I’m sorry I can’t help,” Jennifer said as she slid down in the bed and was almost instantly asleep. I looked at Courtney.
“Please?” she said. I took her hand and neither of us bothered to put our pajamas on as we crossed to the stairs and went up to my bed. “For the next eight weeks, she’s going to come every time she thinks about the fact that you will spank her one day after her cast comes off. Thank you. I think I’m going to have my mouth full of pussy a lot.”
“Anything for you, Courtesan,” I giggled. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I just want to make long, slow, tender love to you, Brian. We thought we were going to fuck ourselves stupid last week and then have to leave. But now, we’re staying. We’ll be able to make love whenever we want—within reason. I don’t feel like I have to get a few months’ worth out of you before you disappear. It’s such a relief. So please, put your cock in my pussy and make love to me for as long as we can stand it, darling. For as long as we can stand it.”
I did my best. We lay beside each other and I slid easily into her incredibly tight, hot cunt. We kissed and fondled and slowly slid back and forth. We whispered little endearments to each other. “I love your eyes.” “I like when you breathe in my ear.” “You’re so soft and tender.” I read somewhere that the average coitus takes six minutes from insertion to orgasm. Courtney and I were joined together for more than half an hour before we clutched each other tightly and my semen filled another condom as she whined her orgasm into my mouth.
Miss Polly: Oh my! I don’t think I’ve ever had so much testosterone in my kitchen. Brian, who are all these yummy men? [laughter]
Me: You’ve met all our girlfriends. These are the men of our clan: Carl, Doug, Geoff, Lionel, Josh, and Lamar. If you follow St. Joe Valley basketball, you’ll know all of them.
Miss P: Welcome, gentlemen. What are we cooking?
Me: We’re all athletes and you can just imagine the quantity of food that we put away. Our poor parents can’t wait for us to become independent! But just to show you the kind of meal that satisfies our appetites, Josh’s dad, Don Whitaker, has supplied steaks for us. We’ve got baking potatoes in the oven and Geoff is standing watch over an assortment of sautéed vegetables.
Miss P: How do you handle the different temperatures that people like their steaks cooked to? Putting eight steaks on the grill at the same time has to leave someone unhappy.
Me: Grill? Oh! Usually our parents just toss the meat raw into our cages.
We had a great time and Miss Polly had a cake brought out to feed us in celebration of my last day of the summer contract.
“Brian will be back with ‘Young Cooking’ on Fridays,” Miss Polly told the audience. “Is there anything else you’d like to add about the end of your summer internship with us?” She cringed a little, but we’d managed to bury the hatchet. Harvey was a master at soothing his star. I’d already given my signature sign-off.
“There is one thing, Miss Polly. We haven’t been able to get an espresso machine ordered, delivered and set up for your morning latte yet. But Peet’s has the portable cart that they used at the fair and Barista Carol Klein is here with it to serve you and our audience fine espresso drinks after the show.”
“Oh! You didn’t! You darling boy. Man. You are a darling man, Brian. Thank you!”
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