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A repost of one of my personal faves.
Note: This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences.
JAKE & JACK
c. 1994, by Rhett Dreams
Chapter Eighteen - "Wedding Balls"
Given that it was a second marriage for both Marion and Dad, the
wedding was not huge. A little over one hundred people attended the
service and the reception that followed. Everything went off without a
hitch. The band was excellent and I enjoyed dancing with Sophie. Almost
all of the men from the bachelor party were there, and Sophie was kept
quite busy dancing with all who asked.
Jack had brought Wendy, and she was almost as popular. At one
point, Jake and I were sitting with Uncle Bob and Cathy while Wendy,
Sophie and Jill danced with other partners.
"What's this about renting a house at the beach?" I asked Bob.
"Oh, yeah," he said, tearing his eyes off Wendy's ass as she danced.
"I was meaning to talk to you about that. I found a great place, a duplex,
and we can either squeeze into one side or rent both. I'd like to rent
both...
would you and Jack like to invite Sophie and Wendy? It'll be next
weekend, Friday afternoon through Monday noon."
"That would be great!" I said. "I'm sure Sophie can come."
"Not sure about Wendy," said Jack. "Her parents probably wont
allow it, especially with Dad not being there."
Bob offered to call them, and Jack left to ask Wendy.
"How about you, Cathy?" asked Bob, casually. "You want to bring
a friend?"
Cathy took a sip of champagne, her eyes on Bob's. I discretely
excused myself but not before hearing Cathy say, "Well, that depends,
Bob."
I caught up with Sophie and just managed to beat out Frank
Reynolds who was waiting to dance with her. It was a slow number and I
was able to tell her about the weekend at the beach.
"Sound's great," she said into my ear as we danced. "Maybe we
can fuck with Jake and Wendy."
I told her I wasn't sure Wendy would be allowed to come. And I
reminded her that Uncle Bob and Jill would be there as well.
"Well, then, I'll just have to pull double duty," she said into my ear
and kissed me there.
- o -
Colonel Jefferson was there with his family. I sat down at their
table and Sam introduced me to them. His wife Helen was lighter skinned
than he, a tall slender woman with a quick, easy smile. His son, Carl, was
very tall, about six-five I guessed and quite good looking. He told me he
was entering the University of Virginia in the fall. The two daughters were
very pretty. Elise, the older one, was darker skinned than her brother, tall
and slender, but with a good body I thought. She was about to turn
seventeen and was in my grade. The other girl, Christina, was fifteen and
her body seemed much fuller than her older sister's.
I asked Elise if she'd dance with me when the music resumed. She
nodded and showed me the same easy smile that her mother had.
"Carl, why don't you dance too?" said his mother.
"We're south of the Mason-Dixon line, mama," he said, smiling. "If
I dance with anyone other than you or my sisters..."
"Oh, you!" said her mother. Sam just smiled at his son.
"Nonsense," I said. I looked around for Sophie but couldn't find
her. I saw Cathy huddled with Uncle Bob and waved to her. She came
over and I introduced her to the Jefferson's. The band returned and I got
up and held Elise's hand and suggested to Carl that he dance with Cathy.
She didn't wait for him to ask, holding her hand out and pulling him to his
feet.
"Other than my relations and yours," she said, "you are the only
good-looking guy here. C'mon."
The four of us danced to a fast number, like mismatched book ends,
and had a great time. Jack came up and cut in, dancing the next song with
Elise, and Sophie stole Carl away from Cathy. I danced with the younger
girl, Christina and openly appraised her very nice body as we danced. The
next dance was slow and she felt good pressed against me.
"You like what you see?" she asked in my ear.
"Very much. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable," I said.
"Mama's warned us about white boys," she said and giggled.
"Oh?" I said, pulling my head back and smiling into her face.
"All they want from a black girl is sex," she said, quoting her
mother. Her brown eyes twinkled.
"She's half right," I said. "That's most of what we want from any
girl."
Christina chuckled and said, "That'll reassure her."
- o -
Later I got a chance to dance with Wendy.
We rocked together in a slow embrace, her head on my shoulder.
"Jack tells me Sophie was a big hit last night," she said quietly into
my ear.
"Uh huh. It was very sexy."
"Mmmm," she said and we danced some more.
"Maybe she'll do it for you some day," I whispered into her ear.
"But I have to warn you, it makes her very hot."
"Oh?"
"She strips down to just a G-string below and tassels on her tits.
I'm sure she'd want you to pull the G-string to one side and lick her pussy."
We danced some more, and then Wendy said, "If I can talk my
parents into letting me join you at the beach... would we all... do it,
together?"
"I think so," I said. "I'd like that."
"Me too," she said and I felt her body tremble and heard her sigh. I
looked up and smiled at Marion and Dad who were dancing close by, then
returned my mouth close to Wendy's ear.
"Would you let me fuck your ass while Sophie eats you?"
"Uh huh," she said.
- o -
"How did your conversation go with Jill?" asked Marion. She had
changed into her traveling clothes, and we were sitting together at the tail
end of the party.
"Aside from the fact that she ended up dousing the two of us," she
added.
"I'm never quite sure about how much of our conversation I should
disclose to Jill, and vice versa, without screwing things up."
"I know what you mean," she said. "I'm sure you'll do your best."
I collected my thoughts and said, "She has been spying on Sophie
and I, and on Jack and Wendy." I skipped the part about Wendy and I.
"She's seen a lot and she's probably heard us talking about, um, well...
fantasizing."
"And she's interested, in sex," I continued. "But I'm pretty sure it's
intellectual curiosity more than anything. She's so bright it's scary
sometimes and she's... well, very sure of herself and what she wants. I've
told her that she should wait until she's older and in love with someone."
"Oh?" said Marion. "Did she say she wanted to have sex soon?
With whom?"
I cleared my throat and said, "She said that I was on her list, and
Jake. Ralph too."
"Oh," she said. She was silent for a few minutes and the said, "I
suppose there are worse things."
I looked at her face and she was looking off into the distance, her
face thoughtful. I watched her and saw her smile to herself, then look at
me.
"I'd like her to wait, too, Jake." She colored a bit and continued,
"For one thing, my little girl is much too small for an O'Leary."
I laughed and told her not to worry.
- o -
The newly-weds were at the airport boarding the red-eye to Rome,
and we were back home. Jill had a bit too much champagne and was
drifting off, so I gave her an aspirin and put her to bed in Dad's room. I
went back downstairs and got a cold drink and joined Jack and Bob in the
family room. The convertible sofa had been made into a bed for Bill but
there was still enough room to sit and chat.
We were talking about how best to convince Wendy's religious
parents to let her go, and Bob came up with a great idea.
"I'll tell them I'm a lay minister in addition to a farmer. And that I'll
make sure that Wendy's looked after... Holy shit!"
He was looking past me and I turned. Cathy had walked into the
room, and she was completely nude. We all stared as she set a tube of K-Y
jelly on the arm of the sofa bed, then climbed on. Lying on her back she
spread her legs wide, giving us all a perfect view of her sex. Her hands
went to her breasts and squeezed the firm mounds.
"It's been a long time, Bob, since you fucked me. I hope you don't
mind sharing me with my brothers."
We were all out of our clothes in less than a minute. Three sets of
mouths and hands descended on Cathy, licking, caressing, sucking, kissing.
When she came, Bob was eating her cunt and Jack sucking and biting her
breasts and nipples, while I covered her mouth with mine to mute the
sound of her climax.
After a brief respite Bob directed Jack to turn her sideways on the
bed. Jack mounted her, then rolled over so Cathy was on top, while Bob
lubed up his cock. I waited until Bob's cock was buried in her ass before
bringing my cock to her waiting mouth. We were all silent as we triple-
fucked Cathy, listening to the sounds of her moans and the wet sounds of
cocks sliding back and forth in her three holes. We all came within a
minute of one another and Cathy had cum pumped into her mouth and
deep inside her cunt and ass.
- o -
Sunday was slow and lazy as we all recovered from the previous
day's activities. I made breakfast and served people as they came down.
Uncle Bob had been up for hours, reading the bible as he prepared himself
to talk to Wendy's parents. Jill didn't seem too hung over. Her face
showed pleasure as she sat for the first time at our breakfast table, chatting
about this and that with her new siblings.
Bob discussed how he might approach Wendy's folks and practiced
a bit on us. Knowing that they'd be at church he called and left this message
on their answering machine, "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Glendennon. This is Bob
Wilson calling. You may have heard that I'm down from my parish in New
York looking after Jerry O'Leary's kids while he's on his honeymoon. I
suspect you're at Church now, and I'll try back later. Just wanted to talk
to you personally about Wendy joining us next weekend at Virginia Beach,
and to assure you that I'll keep as close an eye on her as I would my own
kids. Talk to you later. Good-bye for now."
When he hung up Cathy said, "Bob, you don't have any kids."
He grinned and said, "But if I did, boy I'd watch 'em close."
Mrs. Glendennon called back after lunch and invited Bob to come
over. He agreed to but added, "I can't stay long. I've a twelve-year old
girl
in my charge and I don't want her unsupervised for long."
He went over to their house, quoted scripture, talked about how
the current generation needed more guidance and, in the end, talked them
into letting Wendy join us for the beach weekend.
- o -
Work continued on the Victorian on Monday. We spit the crew of
five working on the exterior into two groups, one to finish scraping and
preparing the walls, the other to begin the painting. Uncle Bob supervised
the exterior work. Inside, Jack and I and another guy worked with the
carpenter, Ben. The kitchen was ready for the installation of cabinets and
Jack worked on that while I hung wall board elsewhere on the first floor.
Ben shuttled between us, giving us pointers and helping where needed.
The work was really quite enjoyable, much more rewarding than
the tedious jobs of demolition, rubbish removal and wall scraping. You
could see the progress. You started in a room with only studs and finished
with a room that was ready for primer and paint.
Toward the end of the day Cathy arrived, followed shortly by the
Jefferson clan. They had spent the day looking at houses all over
Charlottesville. I got each of them a cold drink from the cooler and
suggested a tour of the house.
"Let's split them up so it's not too crowded," said Cathy. She put
her arm around Carl's arm and smiled up at him. "Colonel Jefferson, you
coming?" Cathy led the two men up to the front porch, walking between
the two tall black men with her arms tucked around theirs.
"I think your husband's safe, Mrs. J," I said. "But Carl... I'm not to
sure. Once Cathy sees something she wants..."
Helen Jefferson smiled and took my arm. "He can take care of
himself."
"What's that you're always sayin', mama?" said the younger
daughter, Christina. "I mean 'bout white girls and what they want..."
"You hush girl!" said her mother, holding my arm tighter as we
walked toward the house.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw both girl's smiling
wickedly.
Work was still continuing in the house as I brought the Jefferson
ladies on a tour. Two-thirds of the downstairs now had wall board up and
it looked good to me, but the floors were still coated with plaster dust and
I could see that Helen Jefferson wasn't quite sure of what to make of this
place. In the kitchen we found Jack and Ben hooking up the dishwasher.
All of the cabinets were installed and if you closed your eyes and imagined
countertops, appliances, paint or wallpaper and a tile floor, it looked pretty
good.
"Well, hello there," said Jack getting up from the floor. "Sam and
Carl were just through here and I was hoping y'all would be along."
Jack introduced the Jefferson's to Ben, explaining that they were
looking for a house to buy in Charlottesville. As he made the introductions
and talked I noticed that his eyes always returned to Elise Jefferson, the
tall, older daughter. I thought to myself that Jack must he hooked on dark,
athletic, slender women.
"Now that you mention it," said Ben. "The neighbor, two houses
over, the big gray colonial, he was by late last week to see how we were
coming along. He told me he and his wife were moving to a smaller place
now that the kids were long gone. Wanted to know if I'd do some work
for him to get his house ready to sell. Y'all might want to take a look...
gee, if you could buy it direct without a real estate agent, maybe you could
save some money and do the fix-up work yourself."
"That would be great, mama," said Elise. "Let's take a look." She
had noticed Jack's attention to her and was not uninterested herself.
We finished the tour and joined the Jefferson men outside. Cathy
was holding onto Carl's arm as the threesome stood under the elm tree and
talked.
"You're doing an amazing job on that house," said Sam. "It's gonna
be magnificent."
Elise told her father about the house Ben had mentioned and
badgered him until he agreed to go back in and talk to Ben. When he
returned he and Ben walked down to the Colonial. He returned ten
minutes later, having talked to the owner, and led his family back to take a
look.
"You got your eyes on Carl Jefferson?" I said to Cathy when they'd
left.
"He's a hunk", she said. "And we'll both be going to UVA in the
fall."
"You know what they say about black men," I teased, holding my
hands about a foot apart.
She punched me but then laughed.
- o -
The Jefferson's, in turned out, loved the stately colonial and came
to terms with the owner the next day. Carl, Elise and Christina came by on
Tuesday to help with the house. Carl joined me inside and helped me finish
all the first floor wall-board. By the end of the day we had also restored
the moldings that had been sent off and dipped to remove a hundred years
of paint.
"Dad was telling me about the bachelor party," said Carl at one
point. "I'm real sorry I missed it."
"He told you about Sophie's performance, eh?"
"Yeah," said Carl. "Knocked his socks off."
"Mine too," I said. "I talked her into it, but just expected her to
pop out of the cake, dance around a bit, give Dad a kiss, then leave. I
think my dear Sophie has an exhibitionist streak in her."
"Could be worse things," he said, grinning.
Later he said, somewhat uncomfortably, "Jake, um, how would you
and your family react if I, um, dated Cathy?"
"No problem at all, Carl. Date her, take her to bed, marry her...
just make sure we don't have to take her back."
Jack and Ben made significant progress in the kitchen, installing all
the countertops and laying the tile floor. Elise and Christina joined Uncle
Bob's crew outside and painted. The scraping and priming of all the walls
was complete and all of the ground floor was done. There were four
people, all teens, up on the scaffolding painting the higher elevations when
Carl and I went out to see the progress. Uncle Bob and Jill were painting
in a different color the woodwork around the windows and doors and the
columns on the wrap-around front porch.
"Shit," I said, "this is coming together!"
At the end of the day I brought out my cash box and paid the crew.
The Jefferson's first refused the meager pay, until I whispered in Carl's ear
that Cathy was not a cheap date. He smiled, took the money, and his sisters
did as well.
By Thursday the exterior painting was completed and the house
looked great. Inside, the kitchen was completely done: tiled, papered and
all appliances installed. The half-bath was also finished and every wall and
ceiling was prepped for painting. Ben, Jack, Carl and I made some
progress putting up wall board on the second floor.
At the end of the day, after paying the crew and telling everyone to
show up first thing Tuesday morning, I stood on the curb and stared at the
beautiful house. I was almost disappointed that we were stopping at this
point and going to the seashore. We had such momentum with the large
crew and could've painted the first floor in another day. Then I smiled to
myself and remembered what was in store.
The owner of what I now thought of as the Jefferson's house came
by while I was admiring the house.
"She's a beaut," he said.
Cathy drove up as we were chatting, and he invited us all to tour
his house. Carl took Cathy's arm and they walked with the older fellow
down the sidewalk. Jack and Elise followed, holding hands, and I held my
hand out for Christina.
"Seems like Carl and Cathy have hit it off," she said as we walked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Jack and Elise," she continued. "They're sweet on each other."
"Uh huh," I said. "Jack's girl, Wendy, is moving away in a month.
The lad seems to be rebounding quite well."
Christina chuckled and said, "That leaves me as the only Jefferson
without a white honey."
"What about my dismal situation?" I said. "I'm the only O'Leary
without a Jefferson to love."
"But you have Sophie," she said. "She's so pretty."
"That she is," I said.
Christina sighed. I looked over at her as we walked, noticing again
her voluptuous body. The curves reminded me of Sophie, and I told her
so.
"Think you could tell us apart," she teased, "in the dark?"
I squeezed her hand and said, "Now there's an interesting thought."
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