Chapter 13: Thursday

Early afternoon Thursday found Jack and Becca laying around the pool, much as they had spent Tuesday night. Aside from a sheen of suntan lotion, sweat, and mingled bodily fluids, the couple was as naked as when they were born. They were both laying on beach towels on the grass, face down, and in a condition that could best be described as acute sexual exhaustion.

After their first lovemaking in the pool, the two had been inseparable. They had retired to Jack’s bedroom where they spent the night coupling in every manner and position possible, catching sleep only in brief catnaps. Wednesday morning, briefly sated, they went downstairs to grab some breakfast, and ended up spending the entire day fornicating on just about every horizontal surface in the living room, kitchen, family room, and dining room. Wednesday night, after seeing the damage they had created to the bedding in Jack’s bedroom, they switched to Becca’s, where the bedding ended up in the same condition. They didn’t get much more sleep, and Thursday morning was spent back down at the swimming pool.

“What time is it?” asked Becca.

“I don’t know,” was the eventual answer. “I’m not wearing a watch.”

“You’re not wearing anything,” was her snarky response.

“I have finally found somebody as deviant as I am,” he commented.

She smiled at that. “I have to admit, for an older man you’re almost in my league.”

Jack’s eyes popped open at that comment, and he turned his head to face her, to find her smiling back. “Older man? Almost in your league?”

“Well, Jack, really, you are well past your prime, aren’t you?”

Jack rolled his eyes. “I ought to spank you, but I’m too tired and you’d probably enjoy it.” Becca laughed at that, and Jack rolled over and sat up. “Come on. The house is a disaster. We need to dress and clean up.”

Becca groaned at that, but a light swat to her rump got her moving. They gathered what little clothing they had and went inside. They showered, separately, and then spent the next hour changing sheets, cleaning up, and eating their first decent meal since the restaurant.

“Think we’re in trouble for breaking my grounding?” asked Becca. They had both dressed casually, Becca in a short denim skirt and a tank top, and Jack in shorts and a t-shirt. They were putting away the dishes in the kitchen.

Jack snorted out a laugh. “You worry way too much for that.”

“I don’t know. Mom and Dad were pretty angry the other day.”

“They have to let you out of jail at some point, even if just to go to school in the fall. Just promise to behave and do some extra chores or something.” He smiled at her. “My parents will be even easier.”

“Oh?”

“Sure, just spend the night with them tonight.”

She grinned at him. “That’s all?”

“Hey, Mom’s hot, and while my tastes don’t run that way, I’ve never heard of Dad getting anything but compliments. Load up on caffeine and sugar ahead of time and try to wear them down. See how far past their prime they are.”

That earned another laugh from Becca. “I think you’re just relieved you won’t have to attempt to keep me satisfied for a third night.”

“Yeah, that must be it!” he laughed.

Becca went over to him and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “Seriously, I have had so much fun here this week. Without you, I would have gone crazy.”