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 The Librarian

   By deGaffer

   Copyright (c) 2008 by deGaffer
UNIVERSE: The Swarm Cycle
CONTENT: oral ScFi

   CHAPTER 27: Jake is Tested

   Jake had been deeply affected by the artifacts of civilization that he
had witnessed on his short trip across New England.  It suddenly occurred
to him how sheltered and removed from reality he had been his whole life.
When he considered that both New York and Boston were very new cities, from
a historical standpoint, the implication overwhelmed him.  Something had to
be done.

   "I assure you, Miss Pinkersley, I'm not a subversive agent." Jake had
gotten nowhere by calling the Confederacy Liaison Office and had gone
downtown for a face-to-face with someone.  "Please validate my CAP card,
and if that's not enough, then check my arrest record.  You'll find that my
tolerance for 'Earth First' is far less than typical."

   The petty tyrant bureaucrat scowled, but did bring up Jake's file on her
terminal.  "Oh, I dare say, but I still don't see why you need to contact
those who were not chosen during an extraction."

   Jake sighed and mentally started counting until he regained his
composure.  "I'm not looking for what you seem to believe are losers,
although that's another group that could also use assistance.  I'm
inquiring about family members of volunteers and/or their concubines who
were ineligible to emigrate because of age.  I'm specifically concerned
with those between the ages of fourteen and eighteen who are now without a
family, or with only a single parent who was also left behind."

   Miss Pinkersley was genuinely confused, "Why?"

   "I'm so sorry, Miss Pinkersley," Jake apologized with more than a little
sarcasm.  "I don't believe I have the necessary language skills for me to
explain that to you."

   A man in a gray uniform with the silver bars of a Decurion stepped
through a door to the side and behind Miss Pinkersley's desk.  "Is there a
problem?"

   Jake answered, "Yes," and Miss Pinkersley answered, "No,"
simultaneously.

   The man smiled and introduced himself to Jake.  "I'm Decurion Chalmers
and couldn't help but overhear your discussion with my protective
receptionist.  Please forgive my eavesdropping.  Would you care to step
into my office for a minute?"

   Jake preceded Chalmers into the indicated office and stood as the man
closed the door and crossed to the far side of his desk.  "Please sit and
make yourself comfortable, Mr.  Caulfield," the tall man indicated a padded
chair to the side of his desk.  He swiveled his chair to face it as Jake
took a seat where the two could talk without the desk between them.  "My
hearing is better than most and the door is hollow.  What's your interest
in these individuals?"

   Jake sat quietly for a moment and did his best not to be intimidated by
the strong features of his host.  "I'm concerned that a fourteen-year-old
would be unable to purchase groceries, prepare meals, take care of a
residence, and attend junior high school or high school without
supervision, or at least the support of someone more mature.  They may be
classified as adults, but the sudden transition from minimal responsibility
to total responsibility can't be easy."

   "The Confederacy assumes the financial responsibilities of the family
members of everyone who's extracted," Chalmers seem less perplexed that
Pinkersley.  Perhaps he could best be described as mildly confused.

   "Yes, I've been so informed," Jake replied.  "But parents have more than
just financial responsibility to school-aged persons." Jake wanted to avoid
the 'but they are adults' argument and was disinclined to reference the age
group of interest as 'children', which to his way of thinking they were,
himself included.

   Chalmers nodded, "Yes, the dropout and suicide rates of the demographic
you indicate is appalling.  But, we just don't have the manpower to address
the problem."

   "What if," Jake sat forward as he gathered his thoughts; "those who
elect not to remain in their former place of residence have a choice to
move into a community of others in the same situation?  If those who have
but a single parent are also included, then perhaps the parents can provide
mutual support not only for each other, but also for those residents who
have no remaining parents as well?"

   The Decurion sat back in thought.  He was clearly intrigued by the
concept.  "Do you have a plan?"

   "I wouldn't call it a plan, sir." Jake suddenly wished he were better
prepared for this meeting.  "There's a local building that was abandoned
during renovations that could become a combination of residence, community
center, and dining facility.  I have not yet approached the current owner
to inquire about the availability, but if this building is not available
then I'm sure one could be found and used as a pilot project.  It would
require some funding, though." Jake locked eyes with Chalmers as he made
the last statement.

   Decurion Chalmers smiled as he reached across his desk.  He handed Jake
a card that he had extracted from a silver basket.  "Call me when you have
details on cost and schedule.  I believe something can be arranged."

   Jake stood up and shook the tall man's hand.  "Thank you, sir.  I'm sure
you'll be hearing from me soon."

   Jake located the tax records for the building he and Lesa had used for
cover during the dependent extraction and contacted the representatives of
the building's owner.  He learned that it was not in as good a condition as
he had hoped.  The exposure of the interior to the elements had caused
additional damage.  The building was structurally sound, and the pipes and
wiring were not affected, but there had been considerable cosmetic water
damage to ceilings, walls and floors.

   Using the contact information he obtained from the owner's lawyer, Jake
made an appointment with the architect who was in charge of the original
renovation.  This time the receptionist involved was very cordial.  "Good
afternoon, Mr.  Caulfield.  Mr.  Carothers is expecting you.  Please, go
right in." She even stood and opened the door for Jake.

   A portly Timothy Carothers stepped around his cluttered desk to greet
Jake.  "Thank you for meeting me here, Mr.  Caulfield." Carothers was
clearly dismayed by Jake's age but chose to continue the meeting.  "What's
your interest in the Park Plaza property?"

   "I have no direct, vested interest in the property," Jake began.  "But,
I've been in contact with representatives of the Confederacy and believe
they can make use of the building to ease the transition of certain
individuals in their care, if the costs are not prohibitive."

   "I'm not sure I follow," Carothers responded.

   Jake planted the seed of his idea.  "Former dependents and spouses of
individuals who have emigrated are not always in a position to carry on
from their existing residence.  I propose that Park Plaza be remodeled to
house young adults between fourteen and eighteen who wish to complete their
education.  If single-parent families are also included, then it's possible
that the remaining parents could provide some mature guidance to those who
lack such resources."

   Continuing when he saw that he had Carothers' attention, "If you were to
invest a bit of time to develop a concept plan and budget, I believe you
can sell the idea to this individual and obtain the necessary financial
backing." Jake handed Decurion Chalmers' card to Carothers.  "I doubt I can
contribute much more to the project, but feel free to call me if you think
I can be of any assistance." Jake stood to leave.

   Carothers also stood and shook Jake's hand again.  "Thank you for
finding me.  This just might be a way for me to recover my personal
investment in this property."

   Satisfied that he was doing something about the housing issues of
others, Jake took a look at his own situation.  Jake, Leslie and Sara Jay
spent more nights at Lesa's than in their dormitory rooms.  There was even
some discussion about them giving up their accommodations on campus, but
none of the three wanted to make that kind of open declaration.  As long as
they maintained a separate residence, there was plausible deniability. 
However, as winter progressed there was no denying Lesa's condition.

   Misty continued to make monthly trips to Boston.  On the first trip in
January she took Janet and Tiffany with her and the three of them stayed at
the Grayson's.  The subject of emigrating came up at breakfast.  Martha
glanced at the four young adults at the table and then got Benjamin's
attention.  "Ben, the obstacle that makes me ineligible for emigration can
be overcome with surgery.  On the advice of Lesa Crews I've contacted a
clinic in the Bahamas that assures me they can provide me with a viable
reproductive system.  If I can become pregnant, will you emigrate with me?"

   Benjamin was both speechless and embarrassed.  He rarely discussed
anything related to sex, and never in the presence of youngsters.  He
cleared his throat, "Are you seriously considering having another child? 
While that may get you a ticket to a colony, I still don't want to leave
our kids and grandkids behind.  Are you considering going without me?"

   Denise spoke up, "Grandpa, I love you to death, and you're the smartest
man I know, but sometimes you can make the dumbest decisions.  I usually
remain in the sidelines and help Grams fix it later, but this one ... this
one can't be fixed later."

   Adm.  Grayson gave his granddaughter and wife a puzzled expression,
"Martha ..."

   She interrupted his response by placing a finger on his lips, "Can you
make the best contribution to humanity directing activities at a research
colony somewhere among the stars, or down here on Earth where you'll be
dead from a heart attack in the next two years?  Will our grandchildren be
safer here on Earth with us or on Earth after you've helped arm the planet?
Will they miss us more if we're gone for five years or gone forever? 
Besides, who said that they couldn't come along with us?"

   The Admiral just let his head and shoulder slump in response.  There was
no arguing with Martha when they both knew she was right.

   Martha' eyes twinkled behind the glasses on her wrinkled face,
"Emigrating will be a new adventure for both of us.  Just think of the
changes it will bring to our sex life alone.  I'd love to watch you give
one of these young girls a test ride and show them what a real man can do,
but I doubt your heart could hold up with so much blood being directed to
the dusty corners of your body until after you've visited a Confederacy
clinic."

   Grayson's eyes bugged, "Martha!"

   Misty choked on her cereal, but gave Martha and Benjamin a big smile
when she recovered.  The mischief in her eyes clearly communicated that she
was game.

   Martha patted Benjamin's hand, "Just stay calm dear.  It'll spoil
everything if you drop dead now."

   "This sounds like serious surgery." Benjamin was clearly concerned about
a threat to his wife's health.  "And carrying a baby at your age will tax
more than just your heart.  Can it be done safely?"

   "I'm sure I'll be fine if I can get into a Confederacy medical facility
before the second trimester."

   Benjamin nodded, "I'm too old for this kind of adventure."

   "I'll bet I can make you feel younger," Misty challenged from the far
corner of the table.

   Martha and the others laughed at Misty's remark, but Benjamin gave her a
shocked scowl.

   Misty blushed a little, "Not that, I was talking about flying off
together."

   That remark invoked even more laughter.

   "No, I mean we could have fun in the air with our clothes on." Misty
tried to recover, then blew it with, "But, I guess we could have even more
fun without our clothes." She batted her eyes at Benjamin; then winked at
Martha who was laughing too hard to respond.

   "Enough of this," Benjamin said as he tossed his napkin on the table and
began chuckling with the others.  "You, my dear," Benjamin said as he
pointed an accusing finger at Misty, "are going to be a great deal of
trouble for me, aren't you?"

   Misty gave him her best innocent look and replied, "Who, me?" She then
looked him in the eyes and continued, "I think you'll find that I'll do
almost anything to give those who must remain behind the best chance they
have to survive.  Right now, I believe that their best chance is for you to
lead your team of researchers to the successful creation of weapons that
can stop or drive back the dickheads."



   When arrangements were made with the clinic, Misty insisted on flying
the couple to the Bahamas.  "It may take me a few more hours to get there
than a commercial jet, but I can control cabin pressure and altitude to
reduce stress, and can easily divert to get medical assistance if there are
any issues that spring up with either of you during the flight." She
couldn't resist teasing Benjamin.  With twinkling eyes she suggested,
"Besides, we may be able to talk the Admiral into joining the Mile High
Club.  I know from previous experience that the autopilot can handle the
turbulence; so I might be able to break him in myself."

   Benjamin's only response was the soundless motion of his mouth, but
Martha and Denise broke into uncontrolled laughter.

   Misty and Janet were uncomfortable about leaving Denise at home when
Harry and Jamal picked them up to explore more of Boston, but Denise
declined to join them or Tiffany and Henry when Henry called for Tiffany.
Denise had not recovered her equilibrium after the night of wild sex with
Jake and Lesa and wasn't ready for another encounter, even with some of
these friends.

   On the trip back to Atlanta a somewhat concerned Janet asked, "Misty,
are you thinking about emigrating as one of Admiral Grayson's companions?"

   "No, sweetheart," Misty assured Janet.  "But, it would be alright if I
fooled around with him, though, wouldn't it?  It might be fun to loosen him
up and try him out, but I know he couldn't hold my attention long-term the
way you and Ralph can.  He's far too conservative."

   Eight weeks later Martha called to tell Lesa that her surgery was
successful and she was doing well.  It was too early to tell about her
pregnancy because it had only been a week.

   There were more than a few eyebrows raised when Jake and Lesa signed up
for Lamaze classes together, but the looks and remarks of the shocked
couples were easily ignored.  The college administration was harder to
ignore, but Lesa's lawyer pointed out that her family issues were none of
her employer's business unless there was proof of misconduct.

   Lesa and Martha were not the only ones who were pregnant.  Lesa received
a message from Marvin saying that half of his companions were also
pregnant. Julie Ann had gotten pregnant within a week.  He had delayed
Sasha's pregnancy until two months afterward, and it would be either Millie
or Rebecca's turn next month.  He hadn't made up his mind.

   Marvin's message had also contained a cryptic line saying that Lesa
could expect help with her problem any day.  There wasn't anything to
indicate which problem she could expect to be addressed or who would be
addressing it.

   The team that MIT proposed to send to Georgia as part of the grant
application didn't include Charles Brenner or Dr.  Benjamin Grayson.  The
senior faculty member would be Dr.  Manfred Hughs, whoever he was.  The
hopes of a grand extraction looked as grim as the weather.

   The exhibitionist styles of society were being tested by the cold
weather even in the sunny south.  The Sun may have been out, but the
thermometer still registered in the 'freeze your ass' range of four to ten
degrees Celsius.  Rip-away warm-ups became the rage.  The snaps down the
outside seams allowed the long-legged pants to be removed in a fraction of
a second.

   Just before spring break Gloria spotted a news article that could well
be the relief Marvin had alluded to in his message.  Vice Admiral Benjamin
Grayson was to be honored in Washington at a ceremony where he would be
awarded the Congressional Gold Medal for his tireless pursuit of naval
superiority.  The article went on to mention the names of high-ranking
Pentagon officials who would be present to honor the recipient.

   Jake could hardly contain his enthusiasm when Gloria emailed him a link
to the article.  He showed his PDA screen to Toby.  "This has to be what
Marvin was talking about.  We need to find out where and when this award
ceremony is taking place!" Toby just smiled and held up his own PDA showing
the same message.  "Right," was all the sheepish teen said to acknowledge
that he was stating the obvious.

   Lesa called Martha and learned that the award event would be held at the
newly completed Arlington Convention Center the same week as graduation
exercises at Georgia Tech.  "Benjamin said he wasn't going to anything so
silly." Martha related an earlier discussion with her husband.  "I told him
that if he ever wanted to get his dick wet again, he'd better plan on being
there."

   Lesa laughed, "Oh, that's cold.  I assume all of your kids and grandkids
will be attending?"

   "You can count on it," Martha replied.

   Lesa immediately made reservations for a large block of rooms at the new
Hilton attached to the Convention Center.  It was time to start making the
final preparations for a mass exodus.

   Jake was a little uncomfortable after dinner Friday.  "I'd like to
invite Leslie's parents to our graduation.  Would that be okay with
everyone?"

   "But, we won't be attending the commencement.  We'll be ... oh," Leslie
responded confused until what he was really saying sank in.

   Lesa smiled and nodded, "It sounds like a devious enough plan to be
worthy of us.  It will allow everyone to bring in friends and family
without telling them what's really going on.  I have no objection, if the
real agenda remains hidden."

   After turning back to face Leslie Jake asked, "Can you call and arrange
for us to visit your mom and dad tomorrow?  It's a four hour drive to
Savannah.  If we leave early we can have lunch with them and return, or we
can spend the night for a longer visit."

   "Take Sara Jay along," Lesa suggested.  "You might need to find out if
they both want to come, or just one of them.  You know how Jake is with
older women," Lesa winked at Leslie.  "And I doubt you can get your dad
into your bed even if he's hogtied and blindfolded."

   "LESA!" Leslie and Jake shouted together, Sara Jay and Sarita giggled at
their shocked reactions.

   The threesome had left early enough to get to the modest dwelling before
noon, even allowing for potty breaks.  Leslie knocked, opened the door, and
shouted, "We're here!"

   Marlene Owens was an older version of Leslie.  She was tall, stacked,
and proud with flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes.  Leslie was
completing the introductions with her mother when Red appeared from another
part of the house.

   Jake was a little embarrassed as he shook Red's hand, which is
understandable considering the circumstances of their first meeting in
Leslie's dorm room.  "Hello sir, it's good to see you again."

   When the subject of attending the commencement came up during lunch
there was little enthusiasm from either of Leslie's parents.  Her mom had a
lot going on with her church group and her dad had to cover for all the
vacation time workers wanted to take during the summer.

   It almost seemed like a change of subject when Jake asked, "Do you mind
telling me what your CAP scores are?  Or at least whether or not either of
you are qualified to volunteer for Confederacy service?"

   Marlene blustered, but Red became quiet and thoughtful before asking,
"We may not see Leslie again if we're not there, will we?" He nodded and
looked at his wife, "I can take one other in addition to Marlene.  I was
thinking about asking Willamina from the front office."

   A sour expression covered Marlene's face.  "You would have me put up
with such a trollop?  Why on Earth would you want to lie with the likes of
her?  If you must saddle me with a lose woman young enough to be your
daughter, why not Eileen's oldest daughter Theresa?  Her four children may
have three different fathers, but she's at least a good Catholic!" Marlene
turned to look Leslie in the eye as she finished speaking.

   "Mama, I'm not going to stop taking the evil pill.  And I'm not going to
do penance for sleeping around." Leslie wasn't truculent with her mother,
but she was firm and determined.

   "That just shows how long it's been since you've attended Mass.  The
Pope hasn't blessed the pill, but he has blessed polygamy for Catholics who
want to emigrate." Marlene was a bit smug as she corrected some of her
daughter's objections.

   Marlene assured Jake and Leslie, "I'll see to it that your father and I
are in Atlanta the week of your graduation." She sighed before adding, "And
I'm sure we can find a suitable diversion for your father who won't make me
totally homicidal."

   Leslie took her mother's hands and looked her in the eye, "Make sure she
spends the night at least once.  Incompatibility is a death sentence up
there; so, she has to be someone both of you can live with in a confined
space." It may have been the first time Leslie had ever seen her mother
blush.  Marlene could only nod in response to her daughter's instructions.



   Jake's birthday celebration was not as big an event as Janet's had been.
There were too many distractions for anyone to really focus on a birthday
party.  No one was surprised that his CAP score had improved.  His maturity
demonstrated in taking a leadership role, his empathy for those who could
not be extracted, his actualized capacity for aggression, and his emerging
self-confidence jumped his overall score to a 9.1 which was sure to put
even more pressure on his already stressed dick.

   There was a birthday party at the same hotel where Janet's had taken
place, and the proposal of another birthday orgy was made, but without
Millie and Marvin, Leslie couldn't drum up enough enthusiasm to pull it
off. "You guys have been hanging around Admiral Grayson too much," she
complained.  "What does a girl have to do these days to get into a heap of
naked bodies?"

   "An orgy sounds like fun to me," Sarita enthused.  "Count me in!"

   Sarita was getting more impatient about losing her hymen.  She didn't
pass up a chance to put pressure on Jake to not wait until her birthday. 
It seemed that the little minx's tits really were larger every week, and
she was not shy about displaying her thickening bush, either.  She was
quite proud of both and took every available opportunity to expose herself
to Jake.

   The morning after Jake's birthday party she was sitting at the kitchen
counter when Jake came in a bit bleary eyed.  She turn around on the bar
stool, leaded back against the counter, hooked her heels on the top rung of
the stool, and lifted the hem of her short skirt above her waist.  She ran
her free hand through the lush brown growth between her splayed legs and
asked Jake, "Should I start shaving this thing?  I wonder if you can eat me
properly with so much hair hiding my girl parts.  Want to come over here
and test it, Jake?" She was giggling as she looked at Jake while fingering
her snatch.

   Jake froze midstride.  It was only through conscious effort that he was
able to tear his eyes away from the lewd display.  "Will you please stop
that!  You know it isn't easy for me to leave you alone, don't you?"

   Sarita just giggled and nodded, but didn't lower her skirt until she
heard her mother at the kitchen door.

   Lesa caught the quick movement at the counter and Jake's blush.  "Will
you please be nice to Jake?"

   "I want to be good to him; not nice to him," Sarita complained through
giggles.

   Lesa laughed as she hugged the young girl.  "All in good time, my dear,
all in good time.  Be patient and it'll be wonderful.  Now, go get ready
for school."

   With ill grace, Sarita went upstairs to complete her preparations for
school.

   "How are you holding up under the pressure, Jake?" Lesa asked as she
kissed the top of his head and pressed his face into the unfettered breasts
under her suit's halter.

   "And you wonder where she gets the talent of being such an effective
tease," Jake said as he grabbed a breast in each hand and attacked her
throat with his mouth.

   Lesa laughed, "There's a staff meeting this evening that'll run late. 
Can you pick up the kids, get them fed, and stay with them this evening or
shall I ask Sara Jay?"

   "I can cover it, but you might find Sarita hogtied to the kitchen table
when you get in," Jake warned.

   "That's okay," Lesa assured him, "As long as she's not tied across it
with cum running down her leg."

   Jake did his best to keep that image from being burned into his brain,
"God, you're as bad as she is!  I didn't need that mental picture, thank
you very much!" He spun Lesa around with the hand he had on her shoulder
and swatted her on the butt.  In a lame attempt to change the subject he
asked, "Can I feed them spaghetti for supper?"

   "Sure," Lesa said as she checked the cabinets, "But you'll need to pick
up a loaf of bread.  Got money?"

   "Yeah, I think I can afford a loaf of bread.  It's the least I can do
after mooching off of you for the last six months," Jake added.

   "I'm not complaining ... about anything.  I've been very happy to have
you spend time with me and the kids." She then added, "We've all enjoyed
having you around."

   Jake helped Lesa load the kids into her car before he headed to his
first class of the day.

   Lesa was very late getting home that evening.  Jake and Sarita put the
young ones to bed at 8:30 and went to the family room to watch a little
television before bed.

   "Whew, you stink!" Sarita remarked as she sat up after laying her head
on Jake's shoulder.  It had been a long, stressful day, but he didn't think
he smelled all that bad.  He certainly didn't want to offend Lesa when she
got home, though.

   "You really think so?  Maybe I'll grab a quick shower."

   Jake had soap in his face from shampooing his hair when he heard the
shower door open and close.  He sighed as he realized that he'd been set
up, and dreaded what was about to happen.

   Sarita asked, "How about letting me wash your back?" She stepped in
close behind Jake and pressed her noticeably developing breasts firmly into
his back.  She was actually tall enough to kiss Jake just below the peak of
his shoulders, if she stood on her toes.

   Rather than pick a fight, Jake just said, "Sure, I'd like that.  Maybe I
can wash yours too?"

   Sarita rubbed his back with her tits more than she did with her hands.
Jake steeled himself and tried not to respond when she reached around his
ribs and stroked his length with both of her soapy hands.

   "Okay, my turn," he announced before his balls boiled over.

   Jake ran his soapy hands over the smooth skin of her back and even
stroked her butt cheeks.  She leaned back into him and pressed the small of
her back against his hot bar of flesh.  He gave the young girl a thrill by
reaching under her arms and running his soap-slickened hands over her small
breasts before tweaking her nipples with his fingers.

   "Very nice," he whispered into her ear as she groaned.  "You have a
fabulous body." Jake held her close to him with his left arm across her
breasts.  Thinking he'd get a little payback he slowly moved his right hand
down her abdomen and cupped her sex.  "I can't wait until I can put more
than my finger in here." He told her as he slid his middle finger into the
firm folds of her sex and stroked her clit.

   The intimate contact was too much for the stimulated young girl and she
closed her eyes tight as the orgasm washed some of the tension from her
body.  Being young, she recovered quickly, but was still breathing hard
when she turned to kiss Jake.

   "I don't know if that was nice, or if it was mean," She told him as she
pressed her tummy against his erection, "But thank you for doing it." She
slid down his body onto her knees.  "Is it alright if I make you cum,
Jake?"

   He tried to stop her, but her mouth closed over his small head before he
could move or speak.  With the soft hands stroking his length and the hot
mouth sucking the tip, Jake was at her mercy.  He was sure she couldn't
impale herself on his cock if he could stay on his feet.  But the mental
image of her sliding her tight twat onto his cock was enough to trigger his
orgasm.  It was an impressive load that the eager young girl swallowed.

   The cool tile of the shower stall brought Jake back from wherever he'd
gone.  "We need to dry off and go to bed," Jake suggested.

   Sarita just nodded as she struggled to her feet.  She rinsed traces of
cum from her face and chest before turning off the water.  "Can I sleep
with you until Mom gets home, Jake?"

   Jake sighed, "Only if you wear panties and a top."

   Sarita frowned, but said, "Okay, if I must."

   Jake took a long, admiring look as Sarita dried herself.  "You really
have developed a lot in the six months I've known you.  You really are
beautiful."

   Sarita surprised him by blushing, "Thank you.  That really means a lot
to me." She looked at Jake's limp dick.  "But if you really think I'm
pretty, why is your dick soft?"

   "Oh, I don't know.  Maybe it has something to do with you sucking my
balls completely dry in the shower."

   "I think I like it better when it's hard," she told him as she reached
to fondle him.

   He foiled the attempt by pulling the boxers he was stepping into quickly
up his legs.  "Yeah, but it likes you too much when it's hard.  Go get some
panties and a nightshirt on if you're going to lie down with me."

   Lesa was concerned when she turned on the small lamp at the far side of
the lump in her bed and realized it was two people, and one of them was her
thirteen-year-old daughter.  Rather than react, she stepped around and
lifted the covers.  She was relieved when she saw Sarita's clean, dry
panties and almost laughed when she saw that her wrist disappeared into the
fly of Jake's boxers.

   She bit her lip in thought before she changed into her nightgown, turned
out the light, and quietly left the room.  She was going to let them sleep
together, and hoped that was all they did.  She cleaned up and got ready
for bed using the bathroom Sarita shared with the guestroom before crawling
into Sarita's bed.



   The gently rocking boat he was on confused Jake.  He didn't remember
renting a canoe.  He thought that Lesa must have been rubbing his morning
erection with the wet lips of her pussy.  She needed to shave.  The stubble
was scratchy.  Why was there stubble only one side?  That's not stubble;
it's lace!

   His eyes popped open and he took in the sight of Sarita holding the
gusset of her panties to the side with one hand as she lined up Jake's cock
with the other and squirmed to slide her lubricated lips back and forth to
lubricate the tip.  She was preparing to impale herself on the fleshy spike
when Jake yelled, "NO!" and bodily lifted her into the air.

   "Are you trying to get me killed?" Jake asked the startled girl.  "Your
mom will cut it off at the root if it finds its way into your tunnel before
you're fourteen!" Jake looked around suddenly concerned, "Where's your
mom?"

   Sarita pounded a small fist on Jake's chest, "You scared the shit out of
me!"

   "Yeah, well that's fair.  You scared the shit out of me," Jake retorted
before he settled down a bit and said, "Sorry I scared you.  Come give me a
hug." Jake looked around the room as he calmed himself and the startled
girl.  "Your mom has been in here.  The clothes she wore yesterday are on
that chair."

   Sarita looked up, "They are?  Why did she let me stay in bed with you
when she came home?"

   "I don't know," Jake replied deep in thought.  "Do you think she wants
to know just how far you and I will go if left to ourselves?"

   "Maybe," Sarita replied.  "And maybe she's okay with us fucking."

   "Oh, I doubt that," Jake replied with certainty.  "We can ask her later,
though.  How about for now you show me again just how big your titties have
grown and give me a bare breasted hug like you did in the shower last
night."

   Jake tucked his cock back into his boxers as Sarita whisked her top over
her head and fell onto his supine body.  He could feel his pulse slowing
even though he was stroking her panty-clad butt cheek with his right hand
as he crushed her chest against his with his left arm.  He had his chin on
the top of her head as she playfully ground her pubis against his erection.

   "I almost got you, didn't I?" Sarita asked rhetorically.  "If I had
taken my panties off I might not have awakened you before the deed was
done." She was calming down, too, until there was a knock on the door.

   Lesa opened the door enough to stick her head into the room.  "What's
all the yelling about?"

   Sarita was startled and tried to get off of Jake, but he held her firmly
in place as he said, "Sorry to disturb you, but little miss 'I want it now'
tried to get me killed.  You should come over here and see how wet the
crotch of her panties are."

   "I'll take your word for it," Lesa replied laughing.  "There's not any
blood in them, is there?"

   Jake slid his hand through the leg opening of Sarita's panties, over the
round butt cheek, and onto the very slick juncture.  Sarita squealed and
thrashed when he probed her sex with his middle finger.  Her thrashing
caused it to penetrate deeper that he had intended, though.  Jake quickly
withdrew his hand, examined the finger closely, and sucked it into his
mouth before looking over at Sarita's laughing mother.  "Nope, no blood,
just sweet nectar," he said in mock seriousness.

   He released his left arm and Sarita sat up fast enough for her little
titties to actually bounce a bit.  She punched Jake in the stomach before
reaching into his boxers.  "I'll get you for that!" She was following
through with her threat by holding Jake's limp dick in her left hand as she
tried to get her open mouth onto it, but Jake was gripping her shoulders
with both of his hands.

   "Okay, that's enough horseplay.  We need to wash up for breakfast." The
laughing trio shared a group hug before Sarita picked up her top and headed
for her room while holding the top in her hand.

   Lesa gave Jake a soulful kiss.  "Thank you, Jake.  I'll make it worth
your while when Leslie and Sara Jay get here later this morning."

   *-*-*

   Jake was feeling older that his sixteen years Monday evening when
studying statistical analysis with Trenda Collins, Jeff Waters, Mike
Bridges, and Toby O'Malley.  Trenda giggled when Jake messed up for the
third time in as many minutes.  "Where's your head, Jake?  You don't ever
misinterpret a question and now you can't get anything right.  I think
you've been spending way too much time hanging out with cheerleaders."

   Toby tried not to laugh, but snorted anyway.  "Sorry," he said and then
busted out laughing.  He turned red and clamped his hands over his own
mouth as he looked around the library.  Everyone in sight was looking at
him.  "Sorry, I was just thinking that there are a couple of cheerleaders
who can put Jake's IQ into the crapper, right Jake?"

   Jake turned red and glared at Toby, "I had a rough weekend and didn't
get much sleep."

   Toby had stopped by Lesa's on Sunday with Gloria, Tiffany, and Susan. 
He knew why Jake hadn't had much sleep.  Lesa, Leslie, Sara Jay, and
Consuela had kept him humping day and night.  "Yeah, you were 'hard' at it
when I saw you yesterday." He used his fingers for emphasis.  It took a
Herculean effort on his part to stifle another bout of laughter.

   Jeff and Mike were bewildered by the exchange between Jake and Toby. 
Mike asked, "What's with you guys tonight?"

   "Sorry," Toby said.  "I've got to go." He gathered his books and notes
while avoiding eye contact with Jake to keep from busting out laughing
again.  He was about to choke when he shouldered his backpack and beat a
hasty retreat to the nearest exit.

   Trenda giggle softly and exchanged looks with Jeff and Mike before
turning to Jake.  "What was that all about?" She asked when she got control
of her mirth.

   "I'm getting nowhere with this," Jake remarked, avoiding Trenda's
question.  "I'm going over to Starbucks and get a big coffee.  Anyone want
to come with?"

   Jeff and Mike begged off, but Trenda said, "Sure, but you've got to tell
my why Toby couldn't look at you without laughing when I asked you about
cheerleaders.  Are you really dating one?"

   Jeff and Mike stopped packing up their things and looked at Jake in
anticipation along with Trenda.  Jake glanced around before speaking, "I've
been kind of seeing a couple of them." He had his things together and
shouldered his pack and started moving toward the main entrance.

   Jeff asked, "What do you mean by 'kind of'?" He was intrigued enough to
tag along.

   Jake just stared ahead as he silently made his way to the door.  Tiffany
and Susan intercepted him before he got there.  Tiffany was looking around
and asked Jake, "Have you seen Toby?  He told us to meet him here when we
wrapped up our economics workshop."

   "You just missed him," Jake replied.  "He got too rowdy to be inside the
library and left before Lesa had to throw him out.  He went out the side
door no more than two minutes ago."

   "Thanks, Jake," Tiffany said as she and Susan hurriedly kissed him
simultaneously on opposite cheeks and headed for the indicated exit.

   Trenda was wearing a big smile when she asked, "How many cheerleaders
are you dating, Jake?"

   Jake just looked at her and resumed walking toward the exit.

   Jeff and Mike followed Jake and Trenda outside.  As they were making
their way across the parking lot, Leslie shouted from the sidewalk, "Hey,
Jake!" She and Sara Jay started jogging across the parking lot toward the
four who had turned to see who was calling out.  Jake's shoulders and head
slumped for a moment; then he raised his arm and waved.

   The weather was unseasonable warm and fashions had returned to maximum
exposure.  Sara Jay was wearing running shorts and a very narrow halter in
matching purple with white trim.  Leslie was in a pale green tube top and
miniskirt.  The two scantily clad cheerleaders kissed and hugged Jake.

   "Hello lover," Leslie said as she nibbled Jake's earlobe.

   "Hi guys," Jake responded.  "What has you out and about this evening?"

   Sara Jay answered, "We didn't think your study group would be breaking
up so early and figured we could find you in the library.  Did Tiffany find
Toby?"

   "No," Jake replied.  "They just missed him, but headed out in the
direction he left.  Do you guys know Trenda, Jeff, and Mike?" When the two
energetic girls shook their heads, Jake made the introductions.

   Trenda became very withdrawn even before she heard the greeting that
Leslie had given Jake.  The two beautiful cheerleaders clearly intimidated
her.  She was wearing a blue blouse and matching skirt that reached her
knees.  She was barely five feet tall with big DD hooters and a thick roll
between them and her heavy hips.  She had mousey brown hair and dark brown
eyes with very little makeup on her rather plain face.

   Jake asked the new arrivals, "We're headed to Starbucks to load up on
caffeine, care to join us?"

   Leslie wrinkled her nose, "Coffee this late?  We haven't eaten.  How
about we head over to the Omelet Shoppe instead?" She patted Jake's
abdomen. "You need to load up on carbs and protein if you expect to keep up
with us."

   When Trenda began lagging behind, Sara Jay reached back and hooked her
free arm into Trenda's arm.  "Come on, Trenda.  What were you guys going to
talk about at Starbucks?"

   Trenda couldn't find her voice, but Jeff spoke up, "The two of you,
actually.  Although Jake had not yet identified his mystery cheerleaders
when Trenda began teasing him for being noticeably slow and distracted this
evening.  Jake claimed lack of sleep, which got Toby laughing so
uncontrollably that he had to split earlier.  Jake has never let on that he
was seeing anyone socially.  How long have you guys been seeing each
other?"

   Leslie stopped and spun Jake to face her.  "Are you ashamed of us,
Jake?"

   "No," Jake replied without hesitation, "Of course not.  I didn't want to
sound like I was bragging.  Besides, who would believe that I'm tight with
two cheerleaders?"

   Leslie kissed him on the nose, "You're forgiven." She turned to Jeff,
"So, why the sudden interest in Jake's love life?"

   Trenda found her voice, "Love life!" She even surprised herself when she
heard the exclamation echo in the silence.  "Sorry, it's really none of my
business."

   "We don't mind, do we Sara?" Leslie asked rhetorically before
continuing, "We're actually just a playful distraction for him.  He's
seriously in love with a much older woman."

   Sara Jay giggled as the indignant Jake shouted, "Leslie!"

   Sara Jay interjected, "You haven't lived until you get Jake to give you
a ..."

   "Sara!" Jake was even louder as he interrupted.  "While I'm very glad to
tell everyone that you're my girlfriends, I don't necessarily want to
publish a blow-by-blow account of our activities."

   The six of them squeezed into the only corner booth in the restaurant.
Leslie insisted that Jake order sausage, eggs, grits, biscuits, and gravy.
She and Sara Jay asked for one egg and dry toast.  Trenda limited herself
to a pecan waffle.  Jeff ordered steak and eggs, while Mike got pork chops
and eggs.

   While they were waiting for their food, Sara Jay leaned over the table
and asked Trenda, "Are you interested in getting picked up by the
Confederacy?"

   Trenda gave Sara Jay a startled look, "I don't think I could fight those
monsters.  I don't know what I'm going to do."

   Leslie picked up on the phrasing of the response, "There are options
other than going into combat.  You should speak with our friend at the
library, Lesa Crews.  How about you guys, are you looking forward to being
extracted?"

   "My younger sister was selected a couple of months ago.  I'll probably
volunteer for naval duty," Jeff answered.

   Mike toyed with his coffee and blushed as he said, "I'd like to do more,
but with my six-point-one CAP score I doubt I'll be allowed to do more than
make babies."

   Jake tried to reassure his study mate, "No one knows the future, Mike.
Something may turn up that gives Earth a fighting chance."

   The waitress brought everyone's food and the group began to quietly eat
their dinner.