Getting It Wrong
Chapter 9: Homecoming

Copyright© 2016 by G Younger

Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 9: Homecoming - Hunter Jacobs is a lonely old man with a checkered past sitting in a nursing home waiting to die when a woman from his past walks in and makes him an offer. WTF? Do your worst... Hunter should have thought this one through.

Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   Teenagers   Consensual   Reluctant   DoOver   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Slow   School  

October 1978
Homecoming was a big week at U-High. We would welcome back the classes of ‘73, ‘68 and ‘58. Each grade was responsible for a float to be entered in the Homecoming Parade. We would vote on Homecoming King and Queen. There would be a football game against our cross-town rivals, Bloomington Central Catholic, and then the big dance. I groaned when I went to Dave’s on Sunday and saw the leisure suit he had bought. He even had white platform shoes. Shoot me now. I’d been actually a little surprised Dave would go the leisure suit route. Only people my parent’s age or complete dorks wore them. Next thing, Dave would have some big mutton chop sideburns to finish the look.

At dinner I made the mistake of commenting on it.

“Poor Dave has the ugliest leisure suit known to man for the dance Friday night.”

“Why, what’s wrong with it?” Zoey asked with a look of concern.

“It looks like it was made with his grandma’s drapes.”

They all looked at me like I’d lost my mind. Then my aunt got a smile on her face.

“Hunter, what were you planning to wear to the dance?”

“Jeans and a t-shirt.”

That was what I wore every day and was comfortable in. I looked around the table and all the women just shook their heads. I realized I had set myself up.

“We’ll go to Montgomery Ward after dinner, and get you something to wear, ” Aunt Marcy said.

I looked to my uncle for help, but the coward wouldn’t even look at me. I knew he wouldn’t be going on this buying trip. He did offer his two cents worth.

“While you’re there, buy the boy some new t-shirts. His are getting too tight. The girls can have his old ones.”

The three girls all got up and raced to my room to fight over my t-shirts.

“That was just mean, ” I told my uncle.

“Careful, I still haven’t figured out what your punishment will be for last Friday night.”

“Don’t you think playing a Ken Doll after dinner is enough?” I asked.

“When you get back be sure to tell me how much you suffered, and we might call it even.”

“Deal, ” I said.

The one thing I hated about pants from 1978 was they were skintight. You could guess a guy’s religion if you were so inclined. They were also made out of polyester, probably the most uncomfortable fabric ever made. And the shirts - don’t even get me started. I ended up with a silk shirt with balloons on it. With my long hair, I looked like a blonde, blue-eyed Shaun Cassidy.

I came out of the dressing room so the girls could approve. That’s right; all four of them had to help me shop. They all turned and didn’t say anything. I felt like a bug we had just pinned in biology class. I had hoped for something better than silence. Then Aunt Marcy did the thing with her finger to tell me to turn around.

“He looks cute, ” Jennifer said.

No guy wants to be cute. I would go for handsome before cute. My shoulders slumped and I turned back around.

“If he wasn’t my cousin, I’d date him, ” Tracy said.

All eyes snapped to Aunt Marcy to see what her reaction would be. She already wasn’t happy that the three of us shared a room. She just rolled her eyes and sent me to try on t-shirts they had found for me. I have to say, Monkey Wards had a terrible t-shirt collection. I figured I would outgrow them in no time, so I sucked it up and let the girls pick out my clothes.

When I got home Uncle Dale was satisfied that I had done my penance for not coming home last Friday night.

Monday morning I snuck into Lisa’s house and woke her up. Her parents worked for the Pantagraph and made sure the newspapers were delivered each morning. That always gave us time for a little morning loving before school started.

“Morning, Stud. I thought we broke up.” she said.

“Why should we stop having fun until Brad actually replaces me?” I suggested, as I kissed her neck the way she liked it.

“Hmm, I think you might have a point. What happens after Friday?”

“Then we’re done. Let’s not think about that, now.”

She had her fingers running through my hair as she kissed me, and we both moaned softly as our tongues met. I would miss our morning time together, but there just wasn’t a strong emotional attachment. She had been exactly what I needed when I needed it.

“Hunter, I want you to fuck me hard this morning.”

I got undressed as Lisa pulled off the t-shirt she slept in. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands kneading them as I pulled her crotch against my growing cock. Lisa let out a groan of approval as she resumed her passionate kiss. I let the head of my cock slide up and down her slit. Lisa had other ideas. She gave me a shove and rolled me onto my back.

“Yes, ” I hissed as her small hand wrapped itself around the base of my cock and then she engulfed it.

I flipped her around so she was straddling my chest, and her fat pussy was in my face so I could tongue it. As my tongue burrowed into her slick trench I felt her tremor. She rewarded me by gagging on my thick cock. It was a race to see who could get the other off the fastest. This was the way to wake up in the morning. I would take a good 69 session over a dark cup of coffee any day. It would certainly get your heart pumping and I’d be in a great mood for the rest of the day.

I grinned when I won. Lisa arched her back and made this cute little grunting sound as my tongue drilled her tight little pussy. I gave her my best Gene Simmons imitation, as I snaked the tip of my tongue as deep as it would go. Before she could recover I got out from under her, put on a condom, and put a pillow under her hips. I spread her ass checks with both hands and lined myself up. I was at the perfect angle to watch my cock slowly bury itself into her depths. I exhaled, and then took in a deep breath; I savored the smell of aroused teen pussy. It was almost sinful how incredible the sensation was of having myself deeply buried inside Lisa’s exquisite, sexy little snatch. I squeezed my butt cheeks to try and stuff every bit of my throbbing cock in as deep as it would go.

I was in no hurry to rush things now that I had my bone buried so deep. I wanted to savor the moment. I massaged her little butt checks, and watched as she arched her back to help me get just a little bit further into her pussy.

I knew my lover. I had awakened her pussy to my desire and she would demand I satisfy her yearning. Lisa gripped my shaft tightly with her inner muscles. I loved it when she did that, and I could feel my cock respond with its own twitch of hunger. Her grip along the length of my shaft caused my cock to swell even more than I thought possible. I could almost feel my heartbeat as it throbbed as the head of my dick fit snugly to the back of her pussy.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard?” I asked.

“Please, please, fuck me hard. Ram your cock into me, ” she begged.

Her wish was my command as I enjoyed looking at her beautiful piece of ass. I began the instinctual dance men and woman had done since the dawn of time. I almost felt sorry for Brad. He was never going to satisfy this ferocious pussy. I just let it devour my manhood as I tried to pound her into submission. It would never happen. Lisa loved to fuck, and the harder the better, most mornings. I just let my hips fly and tried to remember every stroke, because our little morning ritual was almost over.

I felt it, deep within my balls, that wonderful feeling of an impending cum. Then I had an evil thought, I wanted her last virginity before we parted. I pulled out and jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

“Hunter!” Lisa whined.

“Be right back, ” I said as I looked for her Vaseline.

I walked back in with a big smile on my face. She saw what I had and I saw her smile and shake her head.

“You better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking, ” she said.

“Janet said you would chicken out, ” I teased.

She got a determined look on her face.

“Okay, but this is only because you’re being so cool about Brad and me. If I say stop will you pull out?” she asked.

“Nope, we both know I can make your body sing. Trust me on this, ” I said.

She just nodded and I had her turn over and raise her hips. I put a pillow under them and then knee walked up behind her. I opened the Vaseline and coated the condom to give it extra lubrication, and then bent down and began to eat her out. I coated my index finger and put it at the entrance of her rosebud.

“Just relax. If you fight it, it might hurt, ” I coached her.

I coated her entrance and let my finger slide in. Once I was satisfied I had her back to just on the edge of an orgasm I pulled back and then put the head of my dick in her opening and pushed. I think we were both surprised when I bottomed out and there were no screams. Well, none on her part. I might have moaned a little louder than normal at the feel of her tight ass.

I reached under her and began to tease her clit as I sawed in and out. She had been close, so I wasn’t surprised when she began to cum. I let myself go and just be in that perfect moment of bliss as I came. There was no better feeling than unloading your balls when you have fucked a girl to satisfaction. You are so focused on that unadulterated moment where you find that special place in yourself when everything is picture-perfect. I let out a primal scream as a nod to my ancient ancestors.

When we were done, Lisa kissed my cheek.

“Thank you for coming over this morning. I agree. Until I actually date Brad, I want you in my bed. I really can’t believe you’re okay with everything.”

“Lisa, I expect you and I will be friends even after Brad. I hope he makes you happy.”

We didn’t really know what the proper protocol was when two exes had a little early morning fun, so we just got up and showered. She made me a bowl of cereal while she had some cinnamon raisin toast. We walked to school holding hands until we got a block away. She let my hand go and sped up, so it didn’t look like we arrived together. It was a good thing she did, because Brad had waited for her.

He made a big show of kissing her when he saw me come up the sidewalk. I just grinned with the knowledge of what I had done just twenty minutes ago.

If anything, Lisa and I got together more than we had in the past. She had figured out we could grab a quickie in the music practice rooms without Mr. Elliot being the wiser. We had also both been volunteered to help with the Homecoming floats. Brad thought the whole thing was uncool. I don’t think Lisa and I fooled anybody when she would pull me into dark corners and suck my dick. Thursday night Brad almost caught us.

“Has anyone seen Lisa?” I heard Brad ask.

“She was just around here, ” someone answered.

Lisa tried to pull off and go to her boyfriend, but I was close. I grabbed her head and grunted as I came. She gave me a dirty look as she got cleaned up and then rushed out to greet her new boyfriend.

I needed to get my wild side reeled in, but it felt good to exact a little revenge on the guy who would take my girlfriend. I knew it was childish even as I thought it. I really should’ve known better. I took a long walk, so Lisa could spend time with Brad and I could get my head back on straight.

I woke up Friday morning and decided I needed to quit being a total dick. Brad really wasn’t all that bad of a guy. He did gloat a little bit, because he had taken Lisa from me. I think my biggest problem was I knew what a dick he was to Lisa the last time through when he invited his buddies to sample her wares.

I wondered if that was what had caused her to become the class bike. I knew she loved sex, but she had always been faithful to me. I wondered if I stopped him from sharing her could things turn out differently.

I had really hated him the last time through. The fights I had with him, his brother, and best friend had been what sent me to military school. They had also kicked the shit out of me. If I could fix this, it would be better than getting revenge. I needed to break the cycle of me doing things and not think them through. I needed to start getting it right this time.

Before school, Lisa found me and dragged me into one of the practice rooms.

“Where were you this morning?” she asked.

“Sorry, I slept in, ” I lied.

“I missed you. I’m going to miss you, ” she said.

“I’ll miss you too, but I think you and Brad will make a great couple.”

“Bullshit, Hunter. I know you better than that.”

“Hey, I’m trying to take the high road here.”

“I know, but you don’t need to lie to me.”

“Fair enough, ” I said and then gave her a kiss. “Look, I want to give you some advice, and I hope you don’t take it the wrong way.”

“Okay, ” she said tentatively.

I reached into my book bag and pulled out two three-packs of condoms.

“Brad has been around. Besides getting pregnant, there are other things you can catch, by not being careful. I would hate it if anything happened to you.”

She looked at them and then gave me a funny look. I continued before she could object to my gift.

“Tonight, if you think you might want to spend some time with Brad, make sure you’re sober. Your first time with a guy should be something you remember and enjoy. You’re a great girl, Lisa. Brad is the lucky one, and don’t you forget it. He picked you over every girl at U-High. That should tell you something. Don’t ever think you have to do anything to make him like you.”

“Damn, Hunter. You’re going to make me cry.”

“Come on, let’s get to class, ” I said.

I had thought about Dr. Tolliver and worried about what he represented. In some ways he was probably right. Did I really need to remain in high school? The only thing that kept me here was Lisa and Zoey. Lisa would be gone from my life after today. I still didn’t know what I would do concerning my second chance beyond helping my sister. Nancy and Nano Corp in particular, had done a lot of good with their DNA research. I could see myself in a role to help jump start that research.

There was also evil in the world. I couldn’t see myself turning my back on what I’d learned. The question was how would I go about it? I didn’t think I needed to be hands-on like I had before. I shuddered to think about some of the things I had seen and done. Being an analyst in the CIA had great appeal. My only concern was that the threat wasn’t always from other countries. There were plenty of evil people right here at home.

Dr. Tolliver had said Miss Howard was there for me to learn from, so I decided to see what I could get out of her. She’d sat down beside me and read my journal. It had mundane things in it now. I had stopped trying to shock her and focused on writing every day. Last night I had written a short story about a guy who loses his girlfriend. She looked up when she was done and I was impatient.

“Dr. Tolliver said you could teach me things other than English. What kind of things?” I asked.

She took a moment to process what I said.

“Almost anything. If I don’t know, we can bring in someone who does.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you’re special and we see a lot of potential in you, ” she said.

“What do you get out of it?” I asked.

“Me personally?” she asked.

“No, the nebulous them, ” I said waving my hands around.

She smiled.

“For that conversation you need to talk to Dr. Tolliver, ” she said.

“I’d rather not right now, but back to my original question.”

“I’m here to teach you whatever you want to learn.”

“What do you think I should do?” I asked.

Miss Howard gave me an appraising look. I think she was trying to figure out what I was really asking.

“Before I answer your question I need to ask you one. What do you want to do with your life?” she asked.

I sat back in my chair. She was right. Before I could decide what I really wanted I needed a plan. I had just been letting things happen. Then I had a thought that made me pause. It kept coming back to time travel. Did I have the right to change things? If I did change things would they be for the better? I thought of Nano Corp and the good they had done. Wouldn’t it better to help them find the cure for Alzheimer’s and the hundreds of other diseases they were able to cure sooner rather than later?

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