Chapter 16

Kylie walked back over to Jake and lightly smacked him across the head.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“Because you’re an idiot. You can’t tell when a girl has fallen for you?” She gave him another whack.

“You think, me, you think, she, no way, she’s Jenna Wil--” and for the third time Jake got whacked.

“Stop that,” he said, covering himself up.

“Jake, in all seriousness, and if you rat me out I’ll hit you a lot harder than that. I spoke with her this morning. She told me everything.” At that, Jake blushed.

“Crazy as it might seem to you, she’s fallen for you. And it has little to do with you taking her virginity, pal. She likes you for you. Your drawings, the emotion that you put into them. She’s been wondering if she’d ever meet a guy who didn’t want her for her money or her fame, and you don’t seem to care about either. Do you like her?”

“Yes, I like her a lot. The thought of you two moving on today or tomorrow, well, it hurts, here and here,” he said, pointing to his chest and his gut.

“Then come with us. We’ll eventually need to head back, but, I think if the two of you talk today, you’ll find you have more reason to come with us than to stay here. Unless, you know, you’d rather chase Kaela?” Kylie had a smirky smile about her.

“Who?” Jake smiled too.

Four months later...

“Happy birthday, Jake!” shouted Jenna, running over to where he’d opened the door and giving him a big hug and kiss. There were dozens of shouts of happy birthday from various friends and acquaintances.

Kylie hugged him next and then there was a throng, whooping it up. Eventually, he got dragged outside and tossed in the heated pool, a tradition for birthdays among that crowd.

Jake had been touring with Jenna and Kylie for the past few months. He spent much of his time helping her with things ranging from outfits to wear to song lists to appearances and so on. She’d asked him to draw her while she performed, so that was a labor of love, building a portfolio of artwork.

The three of them got along famously, and of course Jake was getting press himself in the teen magazines, all wondering who was this new guy in Jenna’s life.

Later that evening, after the party-goers had left and the staff had cleaned up, it was just the three of them sitting quietly in the living room. It was technically Kylie’s house since Jenna was too young to own it though it was her earnings that had paid for it.

Kylie, aside from being the big sister, was Jenna’s right-hand woman, dealing with the business managers and others, shielding Jenna from much of that side of the business.

Alone, Kylie had brought out some alcohol to celebrate. Both she and Jenna would drink, but only when no one else was around, except for Jake, of course, and they were careful never to let others know. There was Jenna’s image to protect, of course, and underage drinking was against the law.

Two drinks in, Kylie looked at Jenna and cocked her head to one side, asking a silent question. Jake looked at Jenna and saw her blush, then nod her head.

“What?” he asked.

“Jake, we wanna’ show you something,” said Kylie, putting down her drink, “and we figure that we’re all close enough that you’re not going to freak out, fair enough?”

Jake just nodded, wondering what the hell she was talking about.

Kylie stood up and pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the sofa, exposing her tanned breasts to Jake’s view. Jake’s eyes grew wide and he looked over to Jenna for her reaction.

Jenna giggled and stood up, a bit wobbly as she never was that good with alcohol, and pulled her shirt off. Now there were two sets of breasts within view.

“I hope this isn’t a contest because no way I’m gonna--” and Jake stopped talking voluntarily as the two women moved closer, touching breasts together, and then embracing, kissing softly, but passionately.

Jake’s trousers immediately tented as his brain seemed to short-circuit. He quickly grabbed the sketchbook in front of him and pencil and started to draw.

He looked up and watched hands move to breasts, touch and gently squeeze nipples until the two girls stopped kissing and both turned their heads toward Jake, who stopped drawing momentarily.

“We’ve been keeping each other company, giving comfort, for years, Jake,” said Kylie, with Jenna just looking and blushing. “You wanna’ just sit and watch, or, would you care to join us, birthday boy?”

The sketchbook lay idle on the table for the rest of the night and into the next day.