“He has a towel on,” Jennie complained.
I ripped it off and jumped onto the bed in between them. I put Harper into a lip-lock and we reminded each other why we were dating. Harper rolled me over on my back and started to kiss my neck. I was a little surprised when Jennie kissed me, and not in a friendly way, but one of passion. Gina was right, I was a slut. I let Jennie have her way with me.
I lost track of Harper until she engulfed Mr. Happy. Jennie took advantage of me being distracted—by Harper giving me a blowjob—to get naked. Several questions popped into my mind, but I figured Harper would put a stop to it if she had a problem with where this was going.
Jennie, never the shy one, straddled my face and presented her fat bald beaver. I grabbed her butt to get her where I wanted her and began to use my tongue and lips to give her pleasure. I think someone was as horny as I was: Jennie was soaking wet. I decided to step up my game, so I grasped Jennie’s hips so she couldn’t get away. I used my tongue like a metronome and rhythmically brushed across her button until she was screaming. She finally jerked loose from my grip and crumpled beside me as she tried to catch her breath.
Harper had found my condoms and put one on me. She’d gotten off the bed to get undressed. You snooze, you lose, so I got on my knees beside Jennie. She was curled up on her side and faced away from me. I grabbed her top leg and lifted it up as I straddled her other leg. Her womanhood opened up to me as I pushed into her folds and then hesitated. I looked over at Harper to ask permission. She smiled at me, crawled up behind me, and pressed her tits into my back. She looked up and pulled my head down so we could kiss.
Jennie didn’t wait. She scooted towards me, so I began to penetrate her. Harper reached down, grabbed my hips, and then shoved me into Jennie. Harper got up tight to me and acted like I was her strap-on. She had a firm grip on me as she controlled my movements while I had sex with Jennie.
I kept my hands busy, using one to toy with Jennie’s breasts and the other one to reach behind me and play with Harper’s butt. I let my hand work further down until I had access to her sex and began to pleasure Harper.
Harper let go of my hips and grabbed my shoulders for support. Jennie was gasping for breath as she got closer to her orgasm. I could feel I was getting close as well. I let go of Jennie’s breast and reached down to strum her nubbin. Harper started the chain reaction. I felt her sex clamp down on my finger and then she bit my back as she moaned. I jerked hard to get away from being bitten, which caused my hips to snap forward and bury myself a little deeper into Jennie. That set her off. Feeling Jennie’s tight little tunnel spasm up and down my length was all the additional stimulation I needed to climax fast and hard.
I ended up facing Jennie with myself buried in her and with Harper plastered to my back. I gently pulled my finger out of Harper’s sex while I looked into Jennie’s eyes.
“Ass.”
“Bitch,” I shot back.
I then leaned forward and kissed her.
“Brunch is probably ready,” Jennie said.
“Oh, shit,” Harper said, and she got out of bed and ran to the shower.
“You have another condom?” Jennie asked.
I pointed to my bag. She got another one while I took off the used one. She soon had the protection in place and turned to show me she wanted me to take her doggie style. I’d just gotten a good pace going when Harper came out.
“Greedy bitch! Take him to the shower and you two get cleaned up. Our parents are downstairs,” Harper said, being all bossy.
I grabbed Jennie by the waist, picked her up and took her to the shower while continuing to do her. Harper wasn’t amused, but I think Jennie appreciated the effort. I didn’t try to make it last. This was just fun and we needed to hurry. I pushed her against the wall and just pounded her from behind. She started to scream again, so I clamped my palm over her mouth and let her express herself into that. I was more than a little worried that if she made too much noise we’d have parents showing up.
After we were done, we hurried up and made sure we were both clean. I bounced out and pointed out Mr. Happy to Harper to show he was still willing.
“You’re a freak. Get dressed before one of our dads comes up to see what’s taking so long.”
Jennie scampered out, leaving Harper and me alone for a moment. I gave her a curious look.
“This was my way of saying ‘sorry,’” she explained.
She didn’t give me time to think about it. She pulled me behind her to go face the parents.
WE CAME DOWNSTAIRS and Jack, Harper’s dad, gave me a hard look.
“I don’t think your dad likes me,” I whispered to her.
“I don’t think my dad likes any of my boyfriends,” she told me.
“I thought he liked Ray,” I said.
“He did, until Ray turned out to be gay and taking drugs,” Bev said as she walked up behind us.
She’d apparently arrived this morning.
“I guess that might be a problem,” I answered.
Abigail had ordered in food. We all sat down and had brunch. Over the meal, Bev filled us in with what had happened last night.
“The 911 call to the police said there were gangbangers having a wild party. They described a big guy with tattoos in a leather jacket carrying in boxes of drugs,” Bev said.
Everyone turned to look at me. I sometimes forgot the tattoos from my movie were still visible. This might explain why the police weren’t willing to release drunken teenage girls to me. I was relieved it wasn’t because my good looks and charm had failed me.
“Anyway, they thought they had a major drug party going on. Since this would have been their first one, they wanted to do it by the book. Turns out theater majors tend to smoke all their dope, so they didn’t find much.”
“That, and David warned us the cops were on the way,” Harper offered.
They all turned to look at me, again. I just gave them a blank stare.
“I take it you don’t have a smart comment about that?” Bev asked.
“No, ma’am,” I said, as I’d been trained by a mother of my own as to when to respond and when not.
“Anyway, where was I?” Bev asked.
“You were at the part where they didn’t find any drugs because David had tipped off the perpetrators that the police were about to raid their party,” Harper supplied.
Where was my mom when I needed her? Harper got everyone to look at me again. I think she was a little pissed I hadn’t gotten to enjoy jail time with her. I noticed Jennie was smart enough to stay out of it. Jack was still eyeing me.
“Oh, yes. That was helpful, Harper,” her mom said as she gave Harper a look and then glanced at her dad.
Harper blanched a little bit as she realized the peril I was in.
“The police pulled everyone in and didn’t find the gangbangers they were looking for. One officer reported a polite boy who’d tried to spring some of the girls. The officer stated an arrest was determined inappropriate because even though he had tattoos and a leather jacket, he didn’t appear to be in a gang.”
Again with the looks!
“They told me this morning that no charges were being filed. I talked to the DA, and he said he had better things to do than deal with a party full of kids. He’d be interested in apprehending the fictional gang that’s roaming his streets. I told him I might have an idea where he could start,” Bev said.
This time they all laughed at me when they looked my way. It’s a good thing I was used to this kind of abuse.
DURING THE AFTERNOON, the girls decided to go shopping. Jerald, Jack and I settled in to watch Kentucky demolish another opponent in basketball. I watched as they poured it on and the lead just kept building.
“What do you think that does to the rest of the field?” I asked.
“You mean for the NCAA tournament?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, do you think it scares them, or do you think it’ll make them prepare even harder?”
“Why do you ask?” Jerold asked.
“I’m thinking in terms of football. If we outclass a team, should we hold back or crush them? Would we have an advantage over our future opponents if they saw game film of us destroying the opposition? The other side is, would it mean they would prepare even harder if they saw it?”
They both looked at each other.
“What makes you think you’re good enough to dominate your opponents like that?” Jack asked.
“David is currently the number one quarterback in the sophomore class,” Jerald said to my surprise; I had no idea he knew. “His high school team almost ran the table last year, with sophomores. Next year’s team will only lose three varsity players. The core group will be intact for the next two years. I predict by the time David graduates from Lincoln High, he will be a two-time and maybe a three-time State Champion.” That surprised me even more.
“I thought you were just a model and did a movie,” Jack said.
“He’s also a straight-‘A’ student, and Wesleyan would welcome him with open arms,” Jerald said as he made his pitch.
“So, should we crush them or not?” I asked.
“It all depends if you’re looking at the short term, or the long term,” Jack started. “I had to learn this early on in business. If I wanted to keep doing business with people, I couldn’t crush them, or they wouldn’t do deals with me down the road.
“This applies to sports as well. Back in the early 90s, the Detroit Pistons put together back-to-back championship seasons. They had a reputation they would do anything to win. They reveled in the nickname ‘Bad Boys.’ I personally believe their poor behavior tarnishes the whole city of Detroit to this day. At the time, though, teams feared them, and they won many a game just on reputation alone. Half the country celebrated when they lost. I mean, who can forget them walking off the court with time on the clock when the Bulls put them down?”
It was before I was born, so I kept my mouth shut.
“The last couple of years the Detroit Lions have started being better. People are quicker to judge them as being bad for football because of their unsportsmanlike play. I think it’s in part due to the Pistons,” Jack surmised.
“I agree. You shouldn’t embarrass the other team. I do think, though, you should play to the best of your ability. When you dominate, you need to be careful as to how you’re perceived. Don’t give them any reason to tear you down,” Jerald advised.
“I’d also suggest you break up with Harper now before she leads you astray and your name gets splashed in the news,” Jack suggested.
“I like how you worked that in. Do you mind if I borrow that for Jennie’s next questionable boyfriend?” Jerald asked.
“Oh, please do. We dads need to stick together.”
“Trust me, this all sounds good until your wives and daughters catch you,” I warned them.
“I think I need a beer,” Jack said as he got up.
I was surprised when he brought me one. I took it in the spirit it was given and drank it. Both dads seemed happy when my next drink was a soda. I had a good time with the guys for the rest of the afternoon.