Chapter 36: An Emission Omission

November 30, 2001, Chicago, Illinois

🎤 Jesse

“What do you think?” I asked when we left the theater after seeing Monsters, Inc.

“I really liked it,” Adi said.

“Me, too,” Libby agreed. “How about you, Jesse?”

“I thought it was awesome. Adi, did you want to come to my hockey game tomorrow?”

“What time?”

“4:00pm at Johnny’s Ice House. We can give you a ride.”

“I have to check with my dad, but if he says it’s OK then, yes, I’d like to. But someone will have to explain the game to me.”

“My moms, my dad, or Libby can do it. They’ll all be there.”

“Libby said you play keeper.”

“I do.”

We left Water Tower Place and quickly made our way to the subway. We dropped our tokens in the turnstile and went to the platform to wait for the train.

“Adi, do you want to hang out with us next weekend?” Libby asked.

“Sure! You guys are awesome. I had a great time tonight and I really liked the Hangout.”

“The next one is the 9th,” I said, “and it’s the only one in December because of Christmas. What are you doing during Christmas break?”

“Nothing, really. We obviously don’t celebrate Christmas, and we won’t take a vacation until sometime next year. You’re going to Sweden, right?”

“That’s the plan right now, but things could change. I’m also going to hockey camp in Rochester, Minnesota for two weeks in June.”

“What’s hockey camp?”

“A training camp. I’ll work with a goalie coach to improve my skills and techniques.”

“I have NO complaints!” Libby giggled.

“HOCKEY techniques!” I exclaimed.

The train came into the station and we boarded and found seats.

🎤 Steve

I couldn’t help but laugh and wonder how I managed to get myself into these kinds of situations without even really trying. I knew Kara would find it hilarious, and if I knew her, she’d encourage me to go for it.

“Seriously?” I asked, shaking my head.

“I think so,” Kayla replied. “I know for sure that Kelly and Kristy would give you their cards in a heartbeat.”

“The only card that matters at the moment is yours,” I said, holding out my arms.

Kayla melted into them and we exchanged a soft French kiss. I understood she wanted to take it slow, and I was in no rush. I lowered my hands to Kayla’s butt and pulled her against me, then moved my hands downward and then up inside her skirt, cupping her satin-clad butt cheeks. I felt Kayla’s hands on my butt and she pulled me against her and flexed her hips. After a good French kiss, I slipped one hand and then the other inside Kayla’s satin cheerleader panties and cupped her firm butt cheeks directly.

After a few more kisses, I decided to advance things by pushing her satin underwear down over her butt, allowing it to slide down to her ankles. I slid one of my hands around her hip and continued to her mons, which was shaved smooth. Kayla broke our kiss and sucked in her breath as I slipped a finger between her legs and began gently rubbing it along her slick labia.

“Do you want to do it with my uniform on?” she asked in a barely audible whisper.

As erotic as that vision was, I wanted to see her sexy body. She was no ‘Steve type’, being about six inches shorter than I was, with a firm, curvy body and modest breasts, but she was very sexy.

“I want you naked,” I replied quietly.

“OK,” she whispered.

I took that as an invitation, and moved my hands to the hem of her cheerleading sweater and pulled it up, and over her head. Kayla lifted her arms and allowed me to pull her sweater completely off. I dropped it on the chair next to me, then moved my hands to her upper back and unhooked her bra, then pulled the straps from her shoulders. She dropped her arms allowing the bra to fall away, revealing the globes of her gorgeous breasts which drooped slightly and were capped by large pink nipples.

Her skirt was next, but it took me a bit of searching to find the zipper, which I drew down, allowing the skirt to fall to her feet. I bent down, planted a soft kiss on each nipple, then knelt to help her step out of her panties and skirt. I chose to leave her knee socks on, thoroughly enjoying the vision.

I stood up and we exchanged another French kiss, and I felt Kayla’s hands at the hem of my rugby shirt. Two minutes later, I was completely naked and had Kayla in my arms, her nipples boring into my ribcage and my erection trapped between our bodies. We kissed a few times, before I moved her to the bed, and got in after her. We kissed a few times, then I moved down to suckle first her left breast, then her right, before kissing my way down her abdomen to her mons, then gently running my tongue along her labia.

“Yes,” she whispered, with a deep sigh.

Kayla had a tangy, coppery taste which I very much enjoyed as I ran my tongue up and down her labia before pressing it between them, exploring her tunnel before I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Kayla gasped and pushed her hips upward, encouraging me to continue pleasuring her. I did as she wanted, and a few minutes later she shuddered and groaned loudly. I wanted to be in her, so I moved on top of her and lodged my glans against her labia.

“Now?” she asked in a whisper biting her lower lip.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“OK,” she agreed. “Be gentle.”

I kissed her, then looked deep into her eyes as I gently pushed my glans between her slick labia.

“Oomph!” she gasped when my glans popped into her.

I kissed her again, then maintained eye contact while continuing to push slowly into her slick tunnel. I pulled back, then gently pushed forward, repeating the motion until I was completely inside Kayla, our pubic bones pressing against each other.

“Oh, God,” she gasped.

“You OK?” I asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. “You can fuck me now.”

I smiled, kissed her, pulled back until just my glans was inside her, then slowly pushed into her until I was once again completely inside her. Kayla wrapped her muscular legs around my thighs and the next time I pulled back and pushed into her, she raised her hips to meet my gentle thrust. We kissed again, and began moving together, developing a slow rhythm. We continued for several minutes before Kayla tensed, held her breath, then let it out explosively, groaning and squirming under me as her vaginal muscles squeezed me tightly and she shuddered hard.

I gave Kayla two more good orgasms before we worked our way to a fantastic joint orgasm, cum blasting from my dick into her pussy, her muscle spasms massaging me and encouraging each spurt. When my orgasm had passed, I gently pulled out, slid down, and tongued Kayla to another gentle orgasm before moving up to cuddle her.

“I can’t believe how good that was,” she said about two minutes later with a deep sigh. “Did you like it?”

“I did,” I replied. “You felt really good!”

🎤 Jesse

I had called Mom One when the train reached IIT, and she was waiting at the Garfield Station when we walked down the stairs from the platform. We climbed into the car, and Mom pulled away, heading for Libby’s house.

“How was the movie?” Mom One asked.

“Great!” I replied. “We all liked it. Adi is going to come to my game tomorrow. I’ll work out with Dad who rides with whom in the morning.”

“And you’ll ride home with Dad, right?”

“Unless you’re going to let me drive!”

“I think we’ll leave that to your dad!”

I laughed because I was a really safe driver and she knew it. Dad had talked to her about it, but she and Mom Two were very happy to let Dad teach me to drive. I found that funny because otherwise, they were adamant about doing things for me. I chalked it up to a ‘mom thing’ and didn’t worry about it.

When we arrived at Libby’s house, I walked her to the door, got a nice ‘good night’ kiss, then went back to the car so we could take Adi home. When we got to her house, I walked her to her door.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” she said. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome! Call me and let me know if we should pick you up for hockey.”

“I will!” she exclaimed.

She surprised me with a quick peck on the cheek, then went into the house. I went back to the car, and got in the front seat. When I had fastened my seatbelt, Mom One pulled away from the curb and headed towards our house.

“You three are spending a lot of time together,” Mom One observed.

“She’s nice and Libby and I both like her.”

“She knows about our family?”

“Yes.”

“Do her parents?”

“I don’t know what she’s told them.”

“You might want to ask just so there aren’t any problems.”

“I’ll talk to her when she calls tomorrow.”

🎤 Steve

“Do you want to do it again?” Kayla asked after we’d cuddled for about ten minutes.

“Absolutely!” I replied, pushing her gently onto her back.

I pleasured her breasts and pussy with my tongue, then helped her into the ‘adulting’ position. After a minute, Kayla broke the kiss, put her head on my shoulder, and experimented with movements to find what brought her the most pleasure. I very much enjoyed the sensations as she moved her hips back and forth, flexing them, and occasionally lifting up and sinking down. She had several good orgasms before asking what I needed her to do. I told her and two minutes later I had my release and pumped cum into her spasming pussy.

“Jesus!” she gasped after our orgasms had passed.

“We can go again,” I offered.

“How many times?”

“How about two more, then we can shower together.”

“Oh! That sounds awesome!”

For our third round, Kayla rode me while wearing her cheerleader skirt and sweater, and for our fourth, we had a moderately energetic missionary-position fuck. When we finished, I led her to the shower in her en-suite bath. Kayla very much enjoyed me soaping her firm body and then she did the same for me.

“I made you hard,” she giggled. “What do you want me to do?”

Having learned that the best approach was simply to say what I wanted.

“A blowjob would be awesome,” I said. “If you’re willing.”

“I know the basic idea, but ... well, before today all I ever did was what we did on the couch.”

“Treat it like an ice cream cone, then like a popsicle, then at the end, just keep the head in your mouth, run your tongue around it, and stroke me with your hand. That will get the desired result!”

“How much comes out?”

“Several spurts which amount to a couple of teaspoons at most.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know what it tastes like, would you?”

I chuckled, “I’ll French kiss you afterwards, not mention I had my tongue in you after I came in you.”

Kayla giggled, “Duh! I didn’t even think about where your mouth had been when you kissed me right before ... I was only thinking about what was about to happen. Then I just didn’t care!”

“It doesn’t have much taste really, maybe just a bit bitter.”

She gave me a quick peck, then got on her knees in front of me and followed the guidance I’d provided. Her mouth felt great and the blowjob was actually pretty good, though as I’d always said, any man who complained about a girl who let him cum in her mouth was an idiot. Kayla has no trouble bringing me off, and after the last spurt, she stood up and we French kissed. I immediately discovered an omission in my instructions, because she hadn’t swallowed!

“Did you like that?” she asked when we broke the kiss after about two minutes.

“Very much so, though I probably should have mentioned that you should swallow before we kissed!”

Kayla laughed softly, “Sorry.”

“It doesn’t bother me,” I soothed, “but you might find guys who are thoroughly grossed out by kissing after oral sex, let alone with the girl having her mouth full of cum!”

We finished in the shower, dried off, dressed, and then I helped her strip the sheets from her bed. She promised to wash them and put them back on, and after she took them to the washing machine, she walked me to the foyer. We exchanged a soft kiss and a tight hug.

“College will be WAY more fun now that I know what I’m doing!” Kayla exclaimed. “Thanks!”

“Thank you for this,” I said, holding up the V-card she’d given me. “I very much enjoyed being with you.”

“Let me know if you want more of them! Or all of them!”

I chuckled, “Let me think about it. Please remember our agreement that you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“My lips are sealed! And if you’re ever bored and don’t have anything to do, I’d be more than happy to entertain you!”

I smiled, kissed her again, put on my jacket and fedora, then left the house. When I reached the sidewalk, I turned and waved, then Kayla shut the door and I began walking south on Woodlawn. Just as I reached 48th Street, someone came up beside me.

“Hi!” a female voice said.

I looked over and saw Kelly, one of the cheerleader trio.

“Hi,” I replied.

“You were at Kayla’s house for a long time,” she said, the implication obvious.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell! I live across the street and I saw you go in. Then an hour later the light went on in her room, and then I saw you leave. I wasn’t spying - I was watching TV in our front room and saw through the window.”

I hadn’t taken any real precautions, and it was fairly dark when I’d arrived, so with the exception of how Kelly had seen me, it was unlikely anyone else would be able to identify me. And she likely had to guess who I was.

“Did you know for sure it was me?”

“I suspected, but wasn’t completely sure until I came up next to you. You really should have come to the pizza party!”

“I just felt that was too risky, not to mention other concerns.”

“Nobody is home at my house but me...” she said quietly.

“I’m expected home,” I replied trying my best to sound friendly, “not to mention that would require you had a recent clean STI test.”

“But I’ve never...”

“There are other ways to get diseases, and it’s an absolute requirement I can’t waive.”

“Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed. “But you would, if I did?”

“I’d have to think about it,” I replied.

“But you and Kayla...”

“Whatever happened, if anything, is between Kayla and me. And talking about it, if it happened, would be totally inappropriate.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s OK.”

“So you’ll think about it?”

“Yes.”

“I really want to.”

“You’ve made that clear,” I replied with a soft smile. “And you’re a very sexy girl.”

“You really think so?”

“I do. As I said, let me think about it. And please don’t say anything to anyone, not even Kayla.”

“I won’t.”

“Thanks.”

“My parents go out every Friday night...” she said.

“Got it,” I replied.

Her eyes darted around a bit and then she looked down, “You would need to, uhm, bring rubbers. I’m not on the Pill.”

“I had a vasectomy, so I couldn’t get you pregnant.”

“OK,” she said, looking up and smiling.

We parted, me continuing south and Kelly turning back north. I arrived home two minutes later, and found Jessica and Kara in the ‘Indian’ room. We hugged and kissed, then cuddled together on the floor cushions.

“Have fun?” Kara asked.

“I did. She gave me this.”

I handed Kara the playing card that had served as Kayla’s V-card. She laughed and handed it to Jessica.

“A V-card!” Jessica exclaimed mirthfully. “What’s with the number 7?”

“Her position in the choreography. Twelve of the fourteen girls have those cards. I was invited to collect all of them.”

Kara and Jessica both laughed.

“Of COURSE you were!” Jessica exclaimed.

“And?” Kara asked, giggling.

“Nothing. That information was simply filed away. That said, one of the girls lives across the street from Kayla and saw me go in and come out, and saw the light in Kayla’s room, and when I left Kayla’s house, directly offered me her V-card. She suggested immediately, but I pointed out the STI test requirement, and told her I’d need to think about it.”

“Nobody would believe this if someone wrote a letter to Penthouse magazine!” Kara said, laughing and shaking her head. “The story of your life is less believable than fiction!”

“Because real life doesn’t have to be believable,” I replied. “Fiction does.”

“What are you going to do?” Jessica asked.

“I’m actually concerned about the numbers again. When there are this many girls in such a short time, it’s usually a sign of mania. But I’m on the propranolol and don’t feel manic.”

“But that’s recent, Tiger. You were off it for some time.”

“Sure, but it’s very likely I’m going to be with Sarah on Sunday, and we all know that if I were to honor the request from the second cheerleader, I’d very likely end up with most, if not all of them.”

“Break it down, Tiger. Forget the cheerleaders, and break it down.”

I nodded, “Dyani would have happened a few years ago if she hadn’t gone home to care for her grandmother. Hope was in the cards from her first visit here. Nickie and Kim was a matter of timing, or that would likely have happened in Saint Martin. Audrey was going to happen once we met at Darla’s wedding. That leaves Aisyah and Kayla.”

“Aisyah wasn’t really a spur-of-the-moment thing,” Kara said. “She planned it; you just didn’t know about it. Of course, once you take the kind of interest in a girl’s life you took with Aisyah, they nearly always want to go to bed with you. And that was bonding, no different from Hope or Dyani. Or Sarah for that matter.”

“And if you ignore the cheerleaders for the moment, there really isn’t anyone, is there?”