Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Casay
Title: A Tale of Two Friends
Part: Chapter 3
Summary: Kate and Jake go to school, finally have a shower, and talk
about sex
Keywords: mf, cons, rom
Author's Note: I had Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 all typed up; forgot to
save when I went to bed.  Power went out in the middle of the night, and
DarkRoom failed to back up my work.  Do you know how much retyping stuff

sucks?

   For the second morning in a row, Kate found herself in bed alone.  She
rolled slowly out of the bed onto the floor, pulling the blankets with her.
Wrapping them around herself, she made her way down to the kitchen where
Jake was eating cereal.

   "Therv shereal in th cabard," he said through a mouthful of Corn Flakes.
Swallowing, he repeated, "There's cereal in the cupboard.  Grab something
that looks yummy and join me." He patted the chair next to him.

   Kate figured Fruit Loops were in order this morning.  Taking the box,
she joined Jake at the table.  "Good morning," she said quietly, a tired
smile on her face.

   "Good morning to you, too," he replied.  "Eat quickly, we have a bus to
catch."

   "We can't take the car?" inqiured Kate, pouring Fruit Loops into her
bowl.

   "Nope, I don't have a license, or a parking pass," Jake explained. 
"Besides, the bus is fun.  Plenty of people to have a quiet laugh at!"

   "Oh, that's nice," said Kate sarcastically, adding milk to her bowl and
starting to eat.

   "Well, what can I say?  People are fools.  I'm sure someone will be
laughing at us on the bus, too, so it's all fair.

   "I'm gonna pack my school stuff.  When you finish, put some clothes on
and get your stuff." With that he stoop up, kissed Kate on the cheek, and
headed upstairs.

   In their first class, Jake handed Kate a pencil and a piece of paper,
and took out his own.

   "What's this for?" enquired Kate.

   "Notes," Jake reminded her.  "I was at the dentist yesterday, and you
were sick over the weekend and stayed home a day, just to be safe."

   They exchanged completed notes as their teacher walked in.

   Morning classes passed uneventfully, and soon it was time for lunch. 
The two bought their lunch and made their way to the back of the school;
they climbed onto the roof with the help of a stump and a low roof.  From
there, a ladder bolted to the side of the gym allowed them access to the
highest part of the roof.

   There was a metal bench on the roof, its origin unknown.  Jake and Kate
sat down and began to eat - a wrap and a can Sprite for him, Subway and a
Pepsi for her.  They chewed in silence, enjoying their food, and enjoying
having something to do to prevent the awkward silence awaiting them when
they had finished.

   And finish they did, eventually.  They sat without speaking for a long
time; finally Jake broke the silence.

   "So," he reasoned.

   "So," she countered.

   "So," he argued.

   Silence.

   Kate leaned in towards Jake, bringing her face closer to his.

   "So," she suggested.

   "So," he agreed.

   They came together at the mouth, putting their arms around each other.
Their tongues searched for each other, came together, did battle.  They
seperated and came together again.

   They stayed that way through the bell, ringing in the gym below.  Jeff
made a muffled comment.

   Kate pulled away.  "What" she laughed.

   "I said, 'damn'," said Jake.  "What do you say we skip third classes and
stay up here a little longer?" he suggested.

   "Aww, no, I can't," said Kate.  "I think I have a math test." She kissed
him again, lightly.  "Anyways, we'd better get going, the second bell is
gonna ring any second." They made their way off the roof and to their
seperate classes, both their minds happily replaying their passionate
meeting at lunch.

   The afternoon was as uneventful as the morning.  When classes were
finally dismissed, they met at Jake's locker.  Kate ran up to him and
hugged him.

   "Whoa," said Jeff, laughing, "get off me, you'll crush my ribs." Kate
let up and took his hand, and they walked out of the school.

   "So, what should we do today?" asked Kate.

   "You know, the first thing we should do is let your dad know you're all
right," Jake said seriously.

   "Oh, he doesn't even care that I'm gone," said Kate grumpily.  "We're
both happier without each other."

   "I know, but I don't want the police turning up at my house, you know?"
Jeake smiled.  "And I can call him rude names over the phone, if it makes
you feel better." She laughed.

   "All right, all right, we'll call him."

   They hopped on the bus home.  When they stepped off again, they walked
the short distance to Jake's house.  There, they dumped their bags and
coats and went into the kitchen.

   "Hungry?" asked Jake, opening the fridge.

   "Ooh, yes," said Kate, leaning on his shoulder and looking in.  "Let's
make quesadillas!"

   "I have a better idea," said Jake, starting to take stuff out of the
fridge.  "How about...  Pizzadias!"

   "Uh.  What?" Kate was puzzled.

   "Well, you see," Jake explained, "it's like a quesadilla, but you put
pizza toppings in: tomato sauce, pepperoni, cheese, whatever."

   "Sounds delicious," said Kate.  "Where's your frying pan?" Jake pointed
at the pots suspended from the ceiling.  "Oh, hey!  Would you look at that,
it's hanging from the ceiling."

   Soon, the house was filled with the smell of pizza.  They carried their
food into the living room, and Jake flipped on the TV - the Simpsons was
on. They watched to the end of the show.

   A half hour later the Simpsons was finished, and the news came on.

   Jake looked over at the girl sitting next to him; she returned his gaze.
The sat there, staring at each other.

   Suddenyl, Kate laughed loudly and jumped at Jake.  She pressed herself
onto him, kissing his lips over and over again; Jake returned her kisses,
and pulled her down, so that he was supporting her whole weight.

   They rolled over, still kissing, so that they were lying side by side.
They were mashed against each other, entwined in each others' limbs, joined
at the lips.  Eventually the fit of passion subsided, and Jake managed an
observation.

   "Well that was rather unprovoked, wasn't it?"

   "Well," said Kate, "the way I see it, you owe me four years of love."

   "I do hope your mouth hasn't tasted like pizzadia the past four years."

   She gave him a dirty look and said, "You like it."

   "Yeah," he agreed, "I guess I do.  And as much as I'd like to lie here
and taste it some more, we should call your dad."

   Kate made a face.  "No, we shouldn't.  I'd rather that he worry I've
killed myself or something."

   Startled, Jake said, "Don't say things like that.  Come on, we already
agreed we'd call him.  I'll talk to him, make sure he understands, then
we'll never have to deal with him again."

   "Well..." Kate chewed on her lower lip.  "Okay, I guess.  Don't tell him
where we are or anything."

   "Don't worry." Jake reached up and grabbed a portable phone from the end
table beside the couch.  "What's your number?" Kate gave it to him, and he
dialed it.

   The phone began to ring, and Jake said, "What's his name?"

   "Richard," she whispered.

   Jake held the phone awkwardly as he lay on the couch.  On the other end
of the line, the phone was picked up and a voice said, "Hello?"

   "Yes, hello," said Jake, speaking pleasantly.  "Is this Richard?"

   "It is." The voice was coming through the earpiece just loud enough that
Kate could here.

   "Well hi, Richard.  I'm a friend of Kate's, and I'm just letting you
know she'll be staying with me indefinitely."

   "Who the fuck are you?" Jake held the phone away from his ear.  "I want
my daughter, you bastard!"

   "The way you treat her, you don't deserve her," said Jake calmly.

   "Oh, bullshit, that whore gets what she deserves from me!" Kate
flinched, and Jake get her a knowing look.

   "The way we've been banging," he said, grinning, "you could hardly call
her otherwise."

   A stream of curses came through the earpiece.  As it died down, Jake
said, "I hoep you're quite done."

   "I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you," Richard growled.

   "Well, you can try.  But until you do, your daughter is staying with me
where she'll be safe."

   As the swearing started up again, Jake turned off the portable phone,
and put it back on the end table.

   "Well that went well, don't you think?"

   Kate made a face.  "You didn't need to call me a whore."

   Jake's face fell, and he said, "I'm really sorry, you know I didn't mean
it.  I just wanted to piss him off." He kissed her on the cheek.  "You're
no whore.  I certainly wouldn't let you."

   Despite herself, Kate giggled.  "Yeah, yeah.  Come here." She pulled him
closer to her.  "You still owe me my four years.  Gimme." She closed her
eyes and puckered her lips.

   A while later, Jake pulled himself away from Kate.  She pulled him back
down, but he resisted.

   "Come on," moaned Kate.  "Gimme gimme gimme." She grabbed at his head.

   "No, no, no," he insisted.  "My lips hurt.  And it's getting late.  Come
on." He stood up, stretched, and pulled Kate up off the couch.

   "Argh, where are you taking me?" she complained.  "The couch is
comfortable." She leaned towards it, and he pulled her away.

   "I don't know about you, but I need a shower." He sniffed.  "You do,
too. Let's go." Noting her resistance, he put one hand around her back,
another under her ass, and heaved her up onto his shoulder.

   Kate laughed and cried out, "Down, down, down, down!  Don't want
shower!" She sniffed at Jake's arm.  "Ok, maybe want shower.  Put me down."

   Warily, Jake put her down.  She yelled and tried to run; he grabbed her
again, and pulled her up to the bathroom on the second floor.

   Jake pulled his shirt off, and Kate followed suit.  He pointed at the
large, square shower.

   "In."

   She clambered in.  "Uh, where's the spou - AGH!" She was cut off by
water pouring down on her.  "Cold!" she screamed.

   Standing at the wall beside the shower door, Jake slowly turned a dial
up.  Inside the bath, Kate began to relax.

   "Warmer.  Warmer.  Warmer.  Right there, yeah, that's nice." Kate looked
up.  "Now this is cool."

   The entire bath was about five square meters.  There was a large
fountain head mounted on the roof, pouring water in a ring in the centre of
the bath.

   Jake stepped in and plunked two small stools onto the floor of the
shower.  He ducked out, and returned with shampoo, conditioner, body wash,
a scrub brush, a razor, and shaving cream, and lined them on the floor
inside the ring of water, between the two stools.

   Inside the curtain, Kate stood naked, shivering slightly, her arms
crossed over her breasts.  Jake saw her naked in full light for the first
time, and he took in the sight.

   She was just shorter than him, and as fit as he was as well.  Her
breasts were a size something-B; he wasn't a very good judge of cup size.
Her nipples - hard at the moment - were ringed by her light brown areolae.
Her stomach was slightly muscled, with no signs of fattiness.  Her legs
were long and almost completely smooth, and came up to meet at her pussy,
and a little bit of thin hair.  Her pussy itself was only a small mound
with a slit in it.  All in all, Jake considered her indredibly cute.

   Kate gave him a similar lookover.  He was slightly taller than her, with
a muscled chest and arms.  He didn't have any hair on his chest yet, and
his legs weren't too hairy.  He hair a little bit of stubble around his
cock, a sign that he shaved it regularly.  His cock itself was - as far as
she could judge - around five to six inches long; it was erect at the
moment.  Kate considered him incredibly cute.

   Finished his admiring, Jake reached up to the fountain head and unwound
a chain from around it, so that it hung down in the centre of the shower.

   "What's that do?" inquired Kate.

   "Have a seat and I'll show you," replied Jake.  The two sat on the
stools, and Jake pulled on the chain.  Immediately, the curtain around them
stopped falling, and instead began to fall as if from a normal shower,
soaking the both of them.

   "Get yourself wet," said Jake over the sound of the water.  Kate began
running her hands through her hair, soaking it.  Jake waited until her hair
was wet through, and pulled the cord again; the water began falling as a
curtain again.

   He took a bottle of shampoo and offered it to Kate.  She hend out her
cupped hands, and he squirted some in.  She worked it into her hair as he
did the same.  Soon their heads we covered in a white froth.

   "Ready?" Jake grasped the chain and grinned.

   "Go for it," said Kate.  He pulled, and water poured down on them once
again.  They scrubbed at their scalps, working the soap and dirt out of
their hair.

   Jake pulled the chain once more, and allowed Kate to add conditioner to
her hair.  When her hair was rinsed of the conditioner, Jake took the
scrubby brush, squirted some body soap onto it, and worked it into a foam.

   "You going to wash me?" Kate asked, and giggled.

   "Only if you'll wash me," Jake replied.  He pulled her to him and turned
her around, so that his chest was pressed up against her back.  She
laughed.

   "You're poking me."

   Jake looked down.  His dick had become hard, and was poking at Kate's
ass.  "I think it likes you."

   "Well keep it to yourself." She wiggled, and pressed her ass into his
crotch.

   Jake reached around with the scrub brush and began running along her
body.  Starting just below her neck, he scrubbed at her chest, down over
her breasts.

   "Mmm, titties," he said, and Kate laughed.

   He continued down her stomach and between her legs, over her slit.  She
gave a slight moan, and he spent extra time there, rubbing the scrub brush
over her sensitive areas.  The he knelt down, rubbing down her legs.

   He pushed her away slightly, and continued up the back of her legs.  He
scrubbed between the cheeks of her ass, and she squirmed a bit.  Then he
went up her back, under and then down her arms.  Covered in suds, she
turned slowly.  Jake handed her the scrub brush, and she pulled him close
as he had done to her.

   She scrubbed over his chest and down his stomach.  Working around his
erection, she rubbed over and under his balls, and worked her way down his
legs.

   She also pushed him away slightly, and worked back up his legs.  She
scrubbed between his ass cheeks - he didn't squirm, but tensed and clung
slightly to the scrubbie.  She laughed and pulled it away, and continued up
his back, into his armpits, and over his shoulders and down his arms. 
Finished, she dropped the scrub brush on the ground and turned the boy
around.

   Both covered in suds now, Jake grasped the chain and pulled again.  As
water poured over them, they stepped into each other, and began rubbing
each other clean with their hands.  Eventually, they were clean.  Jake
reached for the chain again, but Kate stopped him.

   "Don't," she said.  "I like this." She pulled him into a tight hug, and
laughed as his dick poked at her pussy.  Jake smiled and closed his eyes,
enjoying the feeling of her boobs against his chest.

   Kate moved away slightly, and kissed her old friend deeply.  They stood
there, kissing each other under the downpour.

   Finally, Jake mumbled into Kate's mouth.  "K, we need to get out of this
shower some time, you know.  My legs are sore." Kate pulled away.

   "Well, what's the razor for, then?" She picked it up and waved it at
him. "You going to shave me?"

   "Well," said Jake, taking the razor.  "If you'd like me to I will.  It's
up to you, of course."

   She nodded.  "Yup, let's get rid of it.  It's kind of itchy anyways, no
loss at all."

   Jake pulled the chain, switching away the water.  Then he stood Kate in
front of his stool and sat down.  Picking up the can of shaving cream, he
worked up a lather in his hands and spread it over the top top and sides of
her pussy.  Her hair was thin enough that he wouldn't have to cut it
beforehand.

   Then, carefully, he placed the razor at the top of the lather and
dragged it slowly down.  Carefully, he worked the razor over the mound,
sticking the razor under the curtain of water after each stroke to wash off
the lather and hair.  Soon, all the hair was gone, cut short by Jake's
razor.

   Kate ran her hands over her pussy, and commented, "Smooth.  Bit prickly.
It gets kinda raw, doesn't it?"

   "Yeah," he said, "but you get used to it.  You should shave yourself
regularly, if you want to keep it like that."

   "Oh, man," she said, "it's really raw.  I dunno if I want to fool around
tonight."

   "That's ok," he said.  "I'm sorry, I've never really done that to
someone else before.  I'm not very good at it." He stood up and hugged her.
"But it does look nicer."

   "Well then, let's get out of here," said Kate.  "I'm getting tired, and
there's school tomorrow.  I propose sleep."

   Jake opened the door, and they stepped out, carrying their supplies.  He
switched off the shower and took two towels from a rack, tossing one to
Kate.  They toweled themsselves off, collected their clothes, and headed to
Kate's room, wrapped loosely around themselves.

   Reaching the room, they dumped their towels and clothes and jumped into
the bed, pulling the sheets over themselves.  Jake reached up and turned
off the lava lamp, and they lay in the darkness.

   "Hey, Jake?" said Kate.

   "Yeah?"

   "Will we ever...  Have sex?"

   Jake didn't reply.

   "Well?"

   "Do you really want to?" Jake sounded serious.

   "Yes, of course I do!" Kate pulled him over to her.  "I do.  I love you,
and I want to go all the way with you."

   Jake sighed.  "If you're serious, then we will, some time.  I don't want
hurt you, though." He shifted uncomfortably.

   "What's the matter?" said Kate.  And then lighted dawned on her.  "Ooh,"
she said.  She reached down and grasped his still hard cock.  "I forgot
about this."

   "Oh, don't," said Jake.  "You don't have to." He moaned, as Kate began
to work him.

   "I'm going to anyways," she said determinedly.  Jake groaned again, and
Kate felt something hot and wet spurt across her hand.  She laughed, and
pushed the sheets off Jake.

   Bringing her hand to her mouth, she sucked his cum off it.  Then she
crawled down in the bed and licked his stomach clean, where he had spurted
past her hand.  She licked her lips.  "Still yummy."

   Jake made a face in the dark.  "As yummy as you find it, I'm now cold."
He pulled the sheets back up over his head, covering Kate.  She laughed and
crawled up into his arms.

   "Don't be mean." She pushed her arms underneath him and rolled him over
in the bed, twisting the blankets around her.

   He felt blindly for her face with his lips, and ended up kissing her
chin.  "Thank you," he whispered.  "If you're so insistant on trying sex,
we can try it one of these nights if you're really up for it."

   "Score!" Kate whispered.  "Hah.  Well, not tonight, anyways.  Good
night, Jake."

   "Good night, Kate."

   "I love you."

   "I love you, too."
   And they fell asleep in each others' arms, happy again.