The following week Jeana was back in shape for fun, and we were both in the mood for some serious action. Now, however, there was an air of necessity about it all. The 800 pound gorilla in the room was that I was leaving in a few months. It was one thing to date somebody at a school five miles away, but Troy was at least 350 miles away. What would happen when we split apart like that? Would we break up? Try to keep it together? Meet new people?
This was on both our minds, and weighed heavily on us. On my first trip, I didn't have a girlfriend when I went to college, having broken up with my girlfriend mid-summer. What would we do when I left at the end of August? I didn't know, and while I wanted desperately to spend as much time with Jeana as I could, I was feeling bittersweet and depressed about it. Jeana's parents were also being more obstructive. Now that her cousin, her younger cousin, was pregnant, it was like they finally realized that their gorgeous little girl was dating a guy with a car.
That first week we were back together went much like previous ones. Some days I would go over to Jeana's house after her folks went to work, some days I would pick her up and we would go out, and then back to my apartment. Friday nights and Saturday nights we would go on official dates. Things cooled down some with them, but you could still tell they were watching us a lot more closely than before.
It was the following Friday night that the schedule changed, somewhat. Jeana's parents had to go to a dinner downtown, so they were going to be out for many hours. We went out to dinner, but then Jeana suggested we go back to her place and screw around. I shrugged and agreed, and we drove back to her house. Jeana was very turned on, and flashed her panties at me on the drive home. Once inside her house I expected that we would run to the basement, but she couldn't even wait that long! "No, I can't wait! I want to do it right here!", she said, dragging me into the living room.
"Here? In the living room?", I asked in disbelief. This was the one place we never fooled around.
"I was talking to Mary Jane, and she told me that was where she and her boyfriend used to do it. It made me so hot!" Jeana pulled off her tank top and her bra, and then pushed down her shorts and bikini panties. "Hurry up!"
"You're kidding me, right?" I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
"No! Come on, get undressed!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her, and started working on my jeans.
"Jeana, did you tell your cousin that we were screwing, too?"
"Oh, yeah, we talk about everything. Come on, get undressed."
Oh shit! Now I knew what was going on with Jeana's parents. Jeana told Mary Jane, Mary Jane told her mother, Mary Jane's mother told Jeana's mother ... hell, by now half the Colosimo family knew about us! I could feel my life ending. Still, I was being sexually assaulted by a naked centerfold quality girl. The blood had flowed to my small head, and I went along with Jeana's insane plan. I sat down on the couch and stripped down as well. After all, Jeana's parents wouldn't be home for at least another three hours, and I figured I could drag us down to the basement after this first round.
As soon as we were naked, Jeana was in my arms, with one hand stroking my rock hard cock, while she moaned as I roughly fondled her big tits. She was feeling very aggressive that night, and she pushed me flat on my back on the couch. The next thing I knew, Jeana had reversed her own position and had crawled onto the couch on top of me. I found myself staring up at her very wet and very inviting pussy, and I totally lost any capacity for thought when her lips started sucking on my cockhead. Groaning, I gave in. I wrapped my hands around that plump ass and pulled her down, and began slurping away on her pussy lips and clit.
Jeana liked that, as she gave a happy shriek, and ground herself down on my face. She continued sucking and jacking on my cock. I knew we were going to finish in this position by the moans she was making. Sometimes it's just foreplay, but other times it's a main event. I just concentrated on Jeana's clit. We wouldn't be long before I popped and we could scamper downstairs.
Jeana was bouncing on my face, pussy juice streaming out of her as she orgasmed. After another three or four minutes, I could feel my balls tightening up and my hips were humping up, driving my cock into her mouth. I mumbled something to indicate I was going to come, but I don't know if she heard me. It didn't matter, since it was pretty obvious what was about to happen. I held back as long as I could before giving in. Just as I cut loose, Jeana pulled her mouth off my dick, like she wanted me to give her a facial. I just pulled her ass down as my cock started spurting.
"OH MY GOD!" That wasn't Jeana's voice! It was the voice of her mother.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" That wasn't Jeana either, but her father.
So much for romance! Jeana's parents came in the door just as I started coming. Jeana must have heard something because she pulled away from me, just in time to get a full facial, with them staring at her in amazement. This change in position, however, sat her ass down even more fully on my face, and cut off my breathing. While my cock finished pumping (totally out of my control, an anatomical reflex once it gets started) I began struggling to get out from under Jeana before they killed me or she smothered me. As her parents screamed, I flailed away and simply succeeded in rolling us both off the couch and onto the floor.
I landed on top of Jeana, and the next thing I knew I felt a sharp pain in my side as something hit me from behind. I tried scrambling off my girlfriend, only to find myself face to face with a murderous Mr. Colosimo. He took a swing at me, and for once, my aikido skills vanished. I took a roundhouse punch to the face and felt my nose give way. I could even hear the bones breaking! Blood spraying, I flew backwards and landed on the coffee table, which collapsed under me. There was all sorts of fresh pain from my backside now, but I suppose the collapse saved me from even more. Just then I noticed a tea cup flying across the room at me, but since I was now on the floor in the wreckage of the table, it flew through the air above me.
Mrs. Colosimo was shrieking incoherently as she threw her tea service at me. Jeana was screaming and crying as she tried to use her body to shield me from her enraged father. Suddenly the old joke of dying by being shot by a jealous husband seemed all too realistic! I scrambled to my feet, taking two more shots from tea cups, grabbed my pants off the floor, and raced out the still open front door. I didn't stop until I got to my car.
Then, as the neighbors came out of their houses and stared at the commotion, and listened to the uproar inside the Colosimo house, I yanked my pants on and climbed into my car. I just had my keys out of my pocket when Mr. Colosimo came roaring out of his front door running down the driveway towards me. I locked the doors, started the car, and tore out of the neighborhood as fast as I could!
I stopped at the corner of Joppa Road. I looked in the mirror and found my face was covered in blood, and I hurt all over. I needed to get to a doctor. It probably would have been smarter to stop and call for an ambulance, but I could make it to a hospital faster if I just kept driving. As blood dripped down my face and onto my bare torso, I drove over to GBMC and parked near the Emergency Room. Barefoot, I picked my way through the parking lot, limping as I did. I must have managed to cut my left foot open, either in the house or running down to my car. I limped into the emergency room, where I was spotted by a nurse.