Chapter 3

Jack heated some homemade beans and salsa to go with the carne asada he was grilling. People were always surprised with the food he brought camping. However, all it took was a little organization and it was easy to have really good meals. The girls asked what they could do to help, but he told them to relax. He had everything under control.

He enjoyed hearing them talk about getting ready for their upcoming school years. He was reminded how young Melanie was when she casually mentioned starting her sophomore year after Labor Day.

“She wasn’t held back,” Fawn said. “She was so tiny and had an August birthday. My parents started her in kindergarten a year late and now she’s always one of the oldest kids in her class.”

“On the plus side, I can drive as a sophomore. I’m the most popular girl in my class.”

“That’s not the only reason you are popular,” Kelly said.

“Oh, who did I learn it all from?”

“You did have good teachers.” Kelly leaned over and gave Fawn a high five.

All three of the girls broke out into giggles and Kelly poured them another round of lemon drops.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say Jack was trying to get us drunk so he can take advantage of us,” Fawn said sotto voce.

“You’d probably be right,” Jack said.

Carne asada grills fast and after a few minutes, he pulled the meat off and put it in a covered pan to rest a few minutes before chopping. In the meantime, he heated some flour tortillas on a comal. Nothing was worse than cold tortillas and he had never figured out why some people didn’t learn how to heat them properly.

The girls devoured their burritos. It was amazing how much food three relatively small humans could pack away. Jack got the fire going as it was starting to get dark and the temperature was dropping quickly. The girls disappeared into the motorhome and returned in the warmer clothes they had asked Melanie to bring. Jack wasn’t disappointed; if anything the skin-tight running pants and form-hugging jackets just accentuated their beauty and did little to hide their bodies.

Jack poured himself a Jameson, neat, and all three girls asked to have one of their own. He sipped the smooth whiskey, enjoying the 15-year-old Irish pot still. The girls disintegrated into a sputtering crowd.

“Pfagh. How do you drink this?” Fawn held her cup out as if it was attacking her.

“Slowly and with pleasure.”

The girls sipped again, this time there were only some grimaces, but no outright spitting.

“It does make my belly feel warm.” Kelly looked at her cup and slowly swirled the whiskey inside before drinking the rest. “Reminds me of cum. At first, it’s like, ‘What the hell’? And then you decide ‘Hey, it’s not so bad.’ Next thing you know, you can’t wait till you have it again.”

Fawn snorted the whiskey she had just started to sip and then began to cough. Melanie whacked her sister across the back even while laughing.

“See what I meant about good teachers.” Melanie’s smile was devilish.

“I’ll have to take your word for that Kelly. I think I’ll stick with whiskey.” Jack was amazed at how open these girls were about sex. A far cry from when he was their age.

The four of them settled down around the fire and watched as an ocean of stars slowly appeared in the darkening sky. Even with the bright moon, the Milky Way was a thick band of white. The girls oohed and aahed when they saw some shooting stars. The Perseid meteor shower hit every year during the second week of August, but this year most of the show was washed out by the moonlight. Jack sat back as the girls talked about their upcoming school years and gave Melanie some useful, if sometimes scandalous, advice about how to handle her sophomore year.

They were fun to listen to. Quick-witted, they zinged each other every chance they got, but it was obvious all three girls cared for each other.

“Enough about us. Jack, tell us about you.” Fawn turned and looked at Jack. Her large hazel eyes reflected the firelight as she leaned toward him. “What do you do?”

“I’m boring. Divorced dad of three, not much else to tell.”

“Bullshit. How come you have time to hang out and corrupt us innocent girls.” Kelly sipped her cup. It was her second or third hit of the Jameson, she wasn’t kidding when she said she’d started to like it.

“Well, I’m not sure who’s doing the corrupting. I used to be an attorney, but now I’m a writer.”

“Like J.K Rowling?” Melanie asked.

“I wish. I’ve had some success, but nothing like her.”

“Well, don’t hold out on us. What have you written?” Kelly tucked her legs under her and settled back in her chair.

“Mostly Science Fiction and Fantasy. The ones that sold the best were ‘The Veil’ series.”

“Kevin’s going to shit. He read all of those. He even got me to read the first book.” Kelly looked at the other two. “It’s pretty good. I’m not a huge reader but I liked ‘Piercing the Veil.’”

“You like anything that involves piercing your veil.” Fawn laughed and the others joined in.

“Oh, so now I’m the only one who does any piercing.”

“No, that would be Jack.” All four of them burst out laughing at Melanie’s quip.

“So, Mr. Writer, how come a total catch like you is alone?” Kelly asked.

“My kids are with my ex. She has main custody because of school. I only get them a few weeks a year. That was the worst part of getting divorced.”

“Bad marriage?” Kelly seemed to enjoy digging for information. She leaned forward like a detective grilling a suspect.

“Not so much bad, as blah. Neither of us was happy. We didn’t fight much, just mainly ignored each other. It was almost like being single even though we lived together. I was willing to stick it out until the kids were grown, but we finally decided that it just wasn’t a healthy environment.”

Jack leaned back in his chair and sipped his whiskey. “She moved back to live near her parents after the divorce and was able to get main custody so the kids could be in school. I’ve been thinking about moving closer to them but would have to sell my house. It’s been in my family for generations.”

“So where does Mr. Writer live?” Kelly poured herself more of the whiskey.

“Careful, little girls like you might not be able to handle too much of the water of life.”

“Who are you calling little?” Kelly poured herself an even bigger shot. “I’ve never heard whiskey called that before.”

“You can blame the Irish. God gave them uisce beath so that they wouldn’t conquer the world.”

“He’s dodging the question, Kell.” Fawn gave Jack a look from under an arched brow.

“No dodging here.” Jack held up his hands to ward off an imaginary blow. “I live in Santa Barbara, up by Mission Canyon.”

“Wow, those are some expensive homes over there.” Fawn poured herself some more Jameson. “I’m starting to like this stuff. You were right Kell; it does grow on you. That practically makes you my neighbor.”

“Too expensive. My grandfather built the house back in the thirties. I inherited it from my parents fifteen years ago. It’s beautiful, but expensive to maintain.”

Melanie had been quiet the entire time only occasionally sipping at her whiskey. “So where do your kids live now?”

“That’s the shitty part. They’re in San Diego, the oldest is just going into eighth grade. Some days I think about walking away from the house just to move down there, but I haven’t made the jump yet.”

Jack stood up. “Enough depressing stuff. You three don’t want to hear my sob story. Who wants s’mores?”

All three girls squealed their approval and he ducked into the motorhome to get the fixings. Within minutes they were all enjoying the gooey desserts. Jack made the mistake of allowing Melanie to feed him one and she “accidentally” smeared it across his nose. Giggling she raced away as he jumped up to catch her.

“I’m sorry.” She gasped just as he grabbed her up.

“Oh, you will be,” Jack growled. “Naughty girls get spanked around here.”

The other two girls laughed as Jack carried the barely struggling Melanie back to his camp chair and put her over his knee. He knew she wasn’t trying to escape when she arched her back to put her small round butt further in harm’s way.

“I’ll be good.” Melanie looked back over her shoulder with a Cheshire cat smile. “If you let me up I’ll lick the s’mores off your face.”

Instead, Jack gave her a smack on her ass that had the other two girls hooting with laughter.

“Ow.” Melanie’s eyes opened a little wider with the force of the impact. “That hurt a tiny bit, but I don’t think I learned my lesson.”

Jack gave her a few more spanks, switching from cheek to cheek, and then placed her lightly on her feet. Melanie rubbed her sore butt and then bent down and lightly licked his cheeks and nose.

“Maybe I should have smeared more on you. I think you let me off too lightly.”

The other girls started to egg Jack on until he grabbed up the sixteen-year-old and threw her over his shoulder as she mock-struggled. “I can fix that,” he said as he carried her to the motorhome.

“Help,” Melaine cried.

“I’ll help Jack hold you down, you little slut.” Kelly jumped up with a gleam in her eye.

“Me too.” Fawn scrambled from her chair. “You always get away with murder, now it’s payback.”

“You two are just mean.” Melanie gave a little shriek as Jack smacked her hard on her bubble butt and disappeared into the motorhome.

Jack carried the little minx back to his bed where he unceremoniously dumped her. Fawn and Kelly were right behind her and before Mel could even twist around they grabbed her wrists and ankles.

“About time someone taught this little brat a lesson.” Fawn crawled up onto the head of the bed and stretched Mel’s arms to their full length. “She’s always acting like a little princess. Thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”

“Just because I’m perfect, doesn’t mean you have to be jealous.” Mel stuck her tiny pink tongue out at her older sister.

Kelly held the unresisting sixteen-year-old’s ankles with one hand using the other to quickly pull down her skin-tight leggings, exposing Mel’s little round ass. She obviously hadn’t been wearing any underwear as the leggings slipped down her legs.

Jack knew all three girls were adventurous and had high hopes for the evening’s entertainment, but the tableau before him was above and beyond anything he could have hoped for. His cock was straining against his boardshorts and he could feel pre-cum drooling already. He hadn’t been so turned on since he was a teenager and first found his uncle’s girlie magazines.

“You’re not going to spank me, are you?” Mel arched her back, pushing her delectable ass into the air, and slowly wiggled it. “I’m sure I haven’t been that bad.”

Jack smiled and sat down on the bed, one large hand reached out and rubbed her soft cheeks. “The other girls think you deserve it.”

He slowly caressed her smooth skin before his hand quickly flew up and then smacked her ass with a loud clap.

“Ow!” Mel’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden pop on her butt. “I’ll be good.”