Chapter 36

Jake and Klaude were finishing off their pitcher when Darcy walked into Fat Teddy's with a tall, clean-cut looking young man. He was obviously a college student, and Jake thought he might have seen him around campus. However, Jake wasn't interested in the guy she was with; it was Darcy that caught his eye.

She saw him across the room and waved, smiling broadly. She led her date to a booth toward the front of the room, depositing him there and then crossing bar to greet Jake.

"Hey there, gorgeous," Jake said, pleased to see the sexy young coed.

"Hey there yourself, Jake. Long time no see."

Jake smiled, taking in her appearance. She was dressed for a night out, wearing a flattering long skirt and a tank-top blouse that left little of her ample assets to the imagination. Darcy smiled proudly as Jake checked her out, pleased with the attention.

"Darcy, this is my good friend, Klaude."

Darcy shook Klaude's hand, noticing the other man with Jake for the first time. He greeted her warmly, if briefly, then excused himself to go to the restroom. Darcy slid into his seat across from Jake.

"Who's that?" she asked when he was gone.

"I told you, a friend of mine."

"Hm. He's got an interesting aura about him, doesn't he?"

Jake just grinned at her, thinking about how he'd like to be buried between her thighs. His little chat with Klaude had left him in a frisky mood.

"So, is that your date?" he asked her with a nod towards the dark-haired boy she'd left at the front booth.

Darcy nodded, smiling in response to Jake's playful grin.

"His name's Brad; he's in one of my Lit classes. I had to do something," she said in a low, sultry voice. "My first choice won't call me."

Jake shrugged his shoulders, picking up his beer to take a sip.

"You're right," he admitted, "it's been much too long."

Darcy leaned forward, at the same time finding his legs under the table with her sandal-clad feet.

"Why don't I dump Brad? We can go somewhere to make up for lost time."

Jake considered it. Darcy was looking particularly appealing just then, licking her lips as she flirted with him. There was a certain playfulness to her attitude, but he could tell she was serious about her offer to get rid of her date.

"I'd love to, Darcy," he said sincerely, "but tonight's not the night. You go and have a good time with Brad. We'll get together sometime soon."

"Sure, sure," Darcy said, clearly disappointed. "It looks like I'll have to follow Brittney's example and take charge here." She laughed at the look of surprise on Jake's face. "Oh yes, I know all about this morning. Believe me, she's been ready to burst waiting for you to call her, and I knew before she even opened her mouth that something must have happened between you two. She's finally somewhat back to normal."

Darcy leaned in closer to whisper to Jake.

"She said she thought she'd never stop cumming."

Jake just grinned. He glanced over at Darcy's date, sitting alone in the far booth with a bored look on his face.

"So when do I get to have some fun, Jake?" Darcy pouted. "Don't you like me anymore?"

"Soon, babe, I promise. Look, things are a little hectic right now, you know?" He looked into her eyes. "I'm serious, though, Darcy; soon. I mean it."

Darcy sighed, sitting back in her seat with a resigned look on her face.

"Okay, Jake. I guess that'll have to do. I'll be waiting."

"Looks like Brad's getting a little bored," Jake teased.

"Well, then," Darcy said, sliding out of the booth, "why don't I just take him home and fuck his brains out? I might as well, since there's no point waiting for you to come around."

Darcy was about to storm off, but Jake reached out and grabbed the waistline of her skirt, slipping his fingers down against her flesh. Darcy stopped and turned, letting him pull her back towards him, a look of frustrated arousal on her face.

"Hey Darcy, you're not mad at me, are you?"

Darcy took a deep breath, causing her full bosom to swell attractively, her face displaying her apprehension. She seemed to come to a decision, though, and scooted into the booth next to Jake, pressing against him, a serious look on her face.

"Jake, this is harder for me than I thought it would be."

Jake left his fingers tucked into her waistband, aware of the thin elastic band of Darcy's thong against the tops of his fingers in her skirt. She was sitting facing him slightly, so it probably wasn't obvious from the rest of the bar where his hand was, but he was still taking a bit of a risk. Still, he didn't care, slowly rubbing his hand against her stomach and inner thigh.

"What do you mean, babe?"

"You. Us. Seeing you and not being able to have you. Jake, you touched me deeply, in a way no man ever has with me. I think it's more than just the sex. I... I can't stop thinking about you."

Jake smiled, but Darcy remained serious.

"Brittney's worse off, but only because she doesn't seem to be able to deal with it. I need you just as badly, Jake. I just don't know what to do about it. You're seeing Josie; I can't have you for myself. But I need you, Jake." She leaned closer so that their faces were mere inches apart, licking her lips and whispering. "I NEED you, Jake. I need you to fuck me again!"

Jake glanced over her shoulder towards the bar, relieved to see that Ellen and Rachel seemed to be too busy to see what he was doing.

"Darcy, my precious little Darcy," he said softly. "You knew the situation..."

"Oh fuck that, Jake," Darcy interrupted him in an exasperated tone. "I don't care what the situation is; I didn't before and I don't now. I just want to be with you again."

Jake let out a small sigh. He started to pull his hand away from her but Darcy grabbed his wrist and held his hand in place, pushing it down into her crotch.

"See how you affect me, Jake?" she said huskily, pressing his hand between her thighs so that he could feel her damp panties.

"Darcy, I don't..."

"I'm not trying to force you into anything you don't want, Jake," Darcy said in a low voice, ignoring him. "I just need you to know what you do to me. God, I want you to fuck me again. I want you to fuck your little slut!"

"Darcy, this isn't the place," Jake said, suppressing a chuckle, but it was hard to resist her when she was so clearly aroused.

"Won't you, Jake? Won't you fuck your little slut again like she needs it?"

Jake put a firm hand on her shoulder, gripping her tightly as he moved his hand forward, pulling the thin triangle of her thong aside so that his fingers brushed across her wet pussy lips, causing Darcy to gasp sharply. He spread her slippery folds apart with his finger tips, slipping his middle finger into her snug tunnel up to the second knuckle in a smooth, sudden thrust. Darcy clamped her mouth shut, suppressing a deep moan of pleasure at Jake's entrance into her sensitive snatch.

"You ARE a horny little slut, aren't you, Darcy?" Jake said in a low, stern voice. "Such a horny little slut that you're dripping wet just sitting here in the bar. What if someone sees you like this, Darcy? What if someone finds out what a hot, horny little slut you are?"

"Oh fuck, Jake!" she gasped, tightening her grip on his wrist as Jake pushed a second finger into her tight little box.

He pushed his fingers into her, pressing his palm against her mound, and Darcy let out a little whimper at the pressure on her stiff little clitty.

"That's right, Darcy, you're such a horny little slut, I'll bet I can make you cum right now, can't I? Jesus, Darcy, you're right. I should be fucking you every day, you're such a sexy little slut."

Jake was grinning as he thrust his fingers in and out of Darcy's juicy snatch, enjoying the effect he was having on her. Her neck and upper chest were flushed with her excitement, and she gripped his wrist fiercely as her body began to tremble slightly. The bar was noisy enough that they weren't attracting any attention, but if anyone happened to look over now there'd be no hiding the fact that Jake was finger-fucking her under the table.

The dirty talk was a fun game for Jake, but it was having a tremendous effect on Darcy in conjunction with the intense sensation of his fingers in her pussy, and she knew she'd be unable to hold back as her sexual tension built rapidly.

"Oh fuck, Jake!" she panted, jerking forward involuntarily.

She was breathing more heavily now, spreading her thighs as far apart as she could in the cramped space of the booth. The crowd noise around them was enough to cover her soft moans and the squishy sound of Jake's fingers in her wet pussy, but just barely, and they both knew they were playing with fire. But neither one cared; not Jake, who loved seeing Darcy in such a state of arousal, and especially not Darcy, who's excitement was beyond her capacity to control at this point.

"Shhh, Darcy, baby," Jake hushed her in a low voice. "I want you to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you cum for me, slut?"

"Mmmmm, oh fuck Jake, oh fuck!" she moaned, struggling to keep her voice low. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

"That's it, baby," Jake coaxed her, applying pressure to the inner mound of her rough g-spot patch while he rotated her clit with his thumb, setting off a sudden rush of violent shuddering in the horny coed. "Cum for me, Darcy! Cum for me!"

"Ughnnnn! Oh my god!" Darcy struggled to keep her breathy voice low as her body bucked involuntarily. "Oh!! Oh!! Oh fuck, Jake! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Darcy's orgasm washed over her in wave after fantastic wave of intense erotic pleasure, heightened by the fact that they were in such a public place, and she grunted wildly, jerking forward and back as Jake kept up the pressure on her sensitive cunny, making sure her experience lasted as long as possible; her inner muscles gripped his fingers tightly.

When she finally collapsed against his shoulder, heaving, Jake took a quick look around the bar, pleased that they hadn't attracted any attention. He noticed Klaude stepping out of the back hall doorway and gently patted Darcy's shoulder.

"That was incredible, baby," he whispered. "You're such a hot little thing..."

He slipped his slick fingers out of her, and she reluctantly released his wrist to allow him to withdraw his hand from her skirt. She fell back against the back of the booth, panting as she pushed her hair back out of her face.

"Oh my god, Jake," she said, breaking out in a huge grin as she caught her breath. "I can't believe we just did that."

She looked around quickly, giggling breathlessly as she made sure that no one was staring at her.

"That was pretty fucking hot, Darcy," Jake agreed, chuckling under his breath.

Klaude returned and took his seat across from them, smiling politely at Darcy. She felt even more self-conscious with him sitting there, and she dropped her head momentarily to avoid looking directly into his eyes. Klaude raised a questioning eyebrow at Jake, who simply shrugged, grinning.

"Um, I should be getting back to Doug," Darcy said awkwardly, unable to wipe the grin off her face.

"You mean Brad, right?" Jake asked, teasing her.

"Um, yeah, Brad, Brad. I gotta go check on Brad." She turned to Klaude. "We're on a date, you see," she explained awkwardly.

"I see," was all Klaude said, smiling that subtle smile of his. "It was very nice meeting you, Darcy."

"Um, yeah, same here. So, I'll see you around, right, Jake?"

"You bet, Darcy. Count on it. Have a nice date."

She slid back out of the booth, hastily straightening her skirt as she got up. She took another deep breath, then tucked her hair back behind her ears with trembling hands. On impulse she leaned back over the table to give Jake a quick peck on the cheek, then hurried off.

Jake watched as she walked away, appreciating her firm round ass through the soft fabric of her skirt. She shot him a look when she reached her table, but Jake just waved to her and she couldn't keep a straight face. Brad looked over at him, not sure what was going on, but Jake ignored him, turning back to Klaude.

Klaude looked at Jake in a way that said he didn't need an explanation, so Jake didn't bother with one.

"Well, Jake, I think it's time for me to call it an evening," he said, dropping a large bill on the table. Jake protested, but Klaude waved him away. "I'm sure you'll have a pleasant time tonight. I'll talk to you soon."

"What about dinner?"

"I'm sorry, Jake," Klaude said firmly. "Not tonight."

"Okay," Jake said, shaking his hand. "I'll be in touch."

Sitting across from Brad, Darcy was still in a state of minor shock. She'd surprised herself by opening up to Jake that way, telling him things she hadn't really admitted to herself. The truth was, she didn't want to admit just how much she wanted Jake. She'd known from the beginning that she'd never be more than a side fling for him, and she'd told herself it didn't matter. Now she wasn't so sure.

Moments later Klaude was gone and Ellen reappeared next to Jake's table to pick up his glass.

"Another pitcher?" she asked.

"No, I don't think so, thanks. Klaude's taking off and I guess I should too."

"What's going on tonight?"

"Oh, I'm supposed to meet Anna and Monica later on, but I don't know what we're doing. They'll probably want to go dancing, I suppose, but I'm not sure I'm in the mood." What I'm in the mood for, he thought to himself, is fucking some little hotty like yourself, Ellen. He smiled at her, and Ellen smiled back.

"Sounds like fun," she said somewhat wistfully. "I wish I didn't have to work."

"You're always working, aren't you?"

Ellen just shrugged, nodding. She turned and headed for the bar.

Jake almost called after her, but then stopped himself. He considered finding out what time she got off, thinking of how he might take her out for a nightcap and then maybe one thing would lead to another... But he decided against it. Another time, he promised himself.

God, I'm feeling horny, he thought to himself, looking around the room at the various attractive coeds who were filling up the place. He saw Rachel behind the bar and remembered how nice it had been to fuck her in the office upstairs the other day. He'd like to repeat that little encounter soon, and figured he'd probably get a chance sometime tomorrow. And Darcy was clearly ready and willing. Maybe he should take her up on her offer to dump her date, then take her home and fuck her silly.

He sighed. This was dangerous ground. He was already pushing his luck by fucking around so close to home; he needed to be more careful. Gretchen came to mind as someone who might be a quick booty call. Or he could call up Teagan; she'd been ready to fuck him this afternoon right there in the dressing room. In fact, he was getting a chubby just thinking about the sexy little blond.

"Speaking of sexy little blonds," he said under his breath as he pulled out his ringing cell phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jake," came Anna's soft voice over the phone. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Just waiting for you, babe," Jake said with a smile. "What're you up to?"

"Well, Mon and I were going to get something to eat, then we were thinking of going dancing."

Jake nodded, listening but distracted as Ellen came back over with a full pint of beer.

"On the house," she whispered to him, setting it down on the table and giving him a wink.

Jake mouthed the words "thank you" to her silently before she left again to wait tables.

"I see, something totally different, eh?"

"Uh huh. And just where are you, might I ask? Let me guess, Fat Teddy's?"

The playful tone in Anna's voice was music to Jake's ears.

"Okay, okay, you got me. So where are we going to eat?"

"Well..."

Monica watched as Anna talked to Jake on the phone. The two girls were dressed in shorts and t-shirts, freshly showered and not yet dressed to go out. It had been Monica's idea to have Jake just come back to their apartment with some carry-out for dinner.

"We were also thinking that maybe we could just watch a video here tonight. That is, we were wondering if you'd mind just picking up some Chinese and coming over here," Anna said, giggling.

There was a pause, then she giggled some more in response to whatever Jake had said. She looked at Monica and nodded affirmatively, and Monica did a silent cheer.

"And some beer," she whispered to Anna.

"Oh, and could you pick up some beer on your way over too?"

Amy got up to greet her buddy Heather when she arrived at the Tortelli's house, leaving the rest of the girls out by the pool.

"You brought your suit, right?" Amy asked, leading her friend upstairs to her room.

"Um, yeah," the sandy-haired girl responded uncertainly. She was looking out the back windows from the family room at Ally, Ashley and Fiona sunbathing on their towels. "Are you sure this is cool, though? I thought your sister and her friends usually wanted to be left alone."

"Don't worry about it," Amy assured her. "We're cool. Trust me."

The two youngsters went up to Amy's room and Heather set her bag down on the bed, pulling out her suit. Amy sat down by the window, glancing out to see the three girls still chatting by the pool. She turned to watch as her friend lay out her suit.

"Um, are you going to watch me change?" Heather asked.

"Sorry, is that a problem?" Amy asked, getting up.

"Naw, I guess it doesn't matter," Heather said with a shrug. She pulled her blouse off over her head. "It's not like I've got anything to hide."

Amy smiled, watching as Heather first dropped her shirt on the bed, then proceeded to push down her shorts, leaving the young beauty standing there in just her bra and panties.

Heather noticed Amy watching her and giggled, striking a pose with her hands on her hips.

"Well, what do you think?"

Amy giggled, nodding appreciatively.

"I think someone is turning into quite a young woman," she said, mocking one of the sex-ed films they'd watched in school last year.

Heather unclasped her bra, pulling it off and dropping it with her other clothes, then pushed her panties down as well. Amy smiled, but she was also blushing a little as she watched her friend's naked figure. She'd been joking, but the truth of the matter was that Heather had gone through some changes that summer.

Between the two of them, Amy had "blossomed" earlier, but Heather's body was coming into its own as well, gaining curves in all the right places. And Amy had always thought her breasts were beautiful; now they had swelled up to the size of little oranges, perfect perky little globes that showed no hint of sag, topped with puffy round areolas. And her legs were smooth and shapely, the result of running track throughout junior high. She wore her sandy-brown hair a little longer than shoulder-length, with soft, natural curls that made it thick and vibrant, especially in direct sunlight.

Amy watched as Heather slipped into her bikini, a neon-orange number that accentuated the tan she'd been working on all summer, appreciating the supple curves of her buddy's young body. It was hard not to think of her in sexual terms after spending the night watching porn and masturbating with Jake, and Amy wondered if he'd find Heather sexy. Probably, she figured. Heather had been dating someone since the summer, so she had more experience with that sort of thing, anyway.

"So are you excited about the party tonight?" Heather asked, waking Amy from her daze.

"Hm? Oh, sure."

The night's "bouncers," Danny and Kenny, were the first guys to show up at the Tortelli's a few hours later. The girls had spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out by the pool, sunbathing and swimming and just killing time.

Everyone seemed to get along fine with Heather, which came as somewhat of a relief to Amy; she wasn't sure if her sister would feel she was too immature to be there. Happily, the older girls had made her feel right at home, just as they'd done with Amy earlier.

By the time the fellas showed up the girls were bored with the pool and ready to change into their party clothes. Amy and Heather had chatted with the two lumbering football players while the rest of the girls went up to change, taking advantage of an opportunity to flirt with the popular seniors. Both Danny and Kenny found Amy and Heather attractive, if a little young for their tastes; what little flirting took place was all pretty harmless stuff in their minds.

"Chinese food delivered to your door," Jake announced as he entered Monica and Anna's apartment.

The two blonds hopped up to help him with all the food and each thanked him with a quick kiss on the cheek. Jake took it in stride, putting the beer into their fridge as they pulled the various white take-out boxes from the plastic sacks, unwrapping chop-sticks and making sure everything was included in their order.

"This is exactly what I was in the mood for," Anna said as she opened a container of spicy garlic chicken.

"Yeah, me too," Monica agreed. "Thanks again, Jake."

"No problem, ladies. To be honest, I was afraid you two were gonna want to go dancing again tonight; I'm not really in the mood for a late night out. Now, who wants a beer?"

The three of them arranged the food on the low coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down to eat, digging into the tasty food. Anna flipped on the television with the remote, then picked up the DVD remote and hit play.

"Hey, what's this?" Jake asked suspiciously.

"It's not too girly, I promise," Monica assured him. "Anna and I have wanted to see this for a while now, and it just came out on video."

Jake rolled his eyes and Anna gave him a playful shove, scooting closer to him on the sofa. Jake had taken the middle seat, so Anna was on his right and Monica had taken a seat on the floor to his left. She now rested her right arm across his left thigh, casually making herself comfortable as she ate her food and watched the opening credits. Anna gave Jake a quick kiss on the cheek, grinning at him, and then concentrated on her food.

Actually, it turned out to be a movie Jake had wanted to see too, so he wasn't bothered by the choice of entertainment. His only problem was trying to keep his mind off the very pleasant sensations of both Monica and Anna's bodies against his as they watched. Monica remained leaning against his thigh, occasionally pressing her breast against his leg when she shifted position. Anna had no qualms about setting her hand on Jake's other thigh as she ate her food, and kept her own leg against his as well.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Monica got up to clear away their food, scooping up all the containers and napkins and taking it out to the kitchen.

"Well, what do you think so far?" Anna asked, snuggling closer to Jake.

"I think you two are turning me on whether you intend to or not," Jake said in an impulsive display of honesty.

Anna giggled in response, putting her hands on his face and pulling him to her, pressing her soft lips to his to kiss him wetly.

"Mmmm, is that so?" she purred, licking at his lips.

Jake slid his hands around her slender waist.

"You know it is," he whispered, returning her kiss.

"Maybe you should tell Monica about the effect she's having on you," Anna suggested playfully, leaning her forehead against Jake's.

Anna was feeling pretty frisky, she realized, even as she reminded herself of her and Jake's agreement to keep things cool until Josie got back. But his hands on her waist were making her forget all about that, as was the beer she'd been drinking all afternoon. She kissed Jake again before he could respond to her suggestion, pressing her tongue into his mouth aggressively and moaning faintly.

Several thoughts were swimming through Jake's head, but they all had a common thread; he wanted to fuck Anna as soon as possible, regardless of what they'd agreed to. Her suggestion that he address Monica too only made him hornier, and his already swelling erection was straining to be free from his shorts.

"Who's ready for another beer?" Monica called from the kitchen.

Anna pulled back instinctively, expecting her roommate to come back any minute now.

"I'd like one," she said, giggling.

"Me too," Jake called, giving Anna a playful squeeze. The sexy little blond laughed as he tickled her, squirming around on the sofa.

"Oh, I see how it is," Monica said as she returned to find Anna and Jake horsing around on the sofa. "I can't leave you two alone for two minutes, can I?"

She set the beers down on the coffee table and took her seat in front of the sofa again, once more draping her arm across Jake's lap and this time leaning her head to rest there. Jake slid an arm around Anna's shoulders and she snuggled up close to him, still giggling softly as she opened a beer and handed it to Jake.

Monica hit play and the movie resumed.

"Thar she blows!" Danny shouted as he opened the tap on the first beer of the night. It was pretty foamy, but that was to be expected for the first few cups. He poured out most of the foam until it was mostly beer, then handed the cup to Ashley with a bow. "The first beer is for you, darling."

Ashley took the beer with a smile of gratitude, sipping hesitantly. She wasn't generally a big fan of beer, but it turned out that this stuff tasted alright to her, so she gave the boys a thumbs up and both Danny and Kenny beamed as if they'd brewed it themselves.

Amy and Heather had gone up to change when the older high school girls had come back down all dressed to kill for the party. The boys had been disappointed to have the nubile young ladies change out of their revealing swim suits, but they were pleased with the sexy outfits they'd put on in their place.

With Amy and Heather upstairs, Kenny pulled out his weed, which he kept in a small wooden box with a sliding lid.

"I wasn't sure if this was cool to smoke in front of Amy or not," he told Ally. "If it's not, just let me know."

"I don't think it matters," Ally said with a grin, "but I'll check and make sure when she comes back down. Meanwhile, why don't you pack one up for me?"

"Of course, my dear hostess," he said suavely.

He popped out the small metal cylinder he used as a pipe and pushed it into the chamber containing his broken-up weed, packing the pipe with the best mary-jane to be found at Southville High. He offered it to Ally along with his lighter, and she took a deep drag of the sweet-smelling smoke.

Fiona soon appeared next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Me too!"

Ashley just rolled her eyes. She knew her friends smoked marijuana occasionally, but she'd never had any interest in it. None of them were smokers, and in fact thought tobacco was kinda gross, but most of the kids at school smoked some pot now and then, including Ashley. It had never done much for her, though, and she didn't feel like partaking of the "killer weed" tonight.

When Amy and Heather came back downstairs, Kenny was taking one last hit to hold him over for now. Fiona and Ally were pleasantly buzzed and ready to have a good time. When she saw her sister come out onto the back porch, Ally waved to her and went over to speak with her.

"Hey Amy, Heather, come here a minute," she said as she approached her younger sister and her friend. "I just wanted to let you guys know, there's probably gonna be some pot-smoking here tonight unless you've got a problem with that."

Heather just nodded, acting nonchalantly, but Amy's eyes grew wide.

"Are you serious?" she asked, amazed. She knew pot was pretty common at school but she'd never have guessed that her sister's friends were into it.

"Yeah. It's not something that I do all the time, but you know, now and then..."

"You smoke it too? Wow, Ally, I had no idea!"

"It's no big deal," Ally said, shrugging her shoulders. "Like I said, if you've got a problem with it, I can ask people not to, but it would be so much cooler if you guys would just be cool about it, okay?"

"I've got no problem with it," Heather said. In fact, she was pretty curious about it and hoped to try some later.

"I guess I don't either," Amy said hesitantly. "I just never figured you'd be into that, that's all."

"Well, like I said, it's no big deal, but yeah, sometimes. Kenny has some, and we just smoked some, actually."

Amy looked at her sister to see if she could see any difference in her. Her eyes were maybe a little red, but nothing she would have noticed. It was a bit of a shock, but she quickly got over it.

"So it's okay if I want to try it too?" Amy asked uncertainly.

"Sure, if you want. I mean, I don't want my little sister turning into a pot-head or anything, but yeah, I'm sure Kenny will get you high if you ask. Just be careful about how much you drink if you do, okay? Sometimes smoking and drinking don't mix well."