Chapter 37

Ally looked around the party, checking things out. The event was in full swing and everything seemed to be going perfectly. She was standing out on the back patio, happy to see that no one had fallen into the pool or broken anything as far as she could tell. Ashley looked like she was having a good time chatting with a couple guys Ally recognized from school. Good for her, she thought to herself; Ashley needs to find someone her own age (or at least her own generation) to date.

Fiona was, as usual, surrounded by a dizzying array of guys jockeying for position with her, but so far she was playing hard to get, not giving anyone more than a small bit of encouragement. Amy and Heather seemed to be getting along just fine too, Ally was pleased to see. Heather seemed to be a nice kid, maybe still a little too young for Ally's taste, but she was willing to cut her sister's friend some slack. In fact, Heather seemed to be making a good impression on Kenny. The two of them had spent most of the evening together, chatting and laughing.

Amy seemed to be enjoying herself too. She'd spent a fair amount of time talking to Ben, but Ally noted with some pride that Amy had met just about everyone there, and several people had asked Ally about her charming little sister.

Of course, Ally had her share of admirers as well, though they were mostly boys she'd already met in school. In some ways the evening had served to remind her of how ready she was to move on and go to college. She felt like she was rapidly outgrowing high school; she wanted new challenges and new social opportunities.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Fiona standing next to her.

"Still no Jake, huh?" she asked, looking disappointed.

"No, not yet. He might not even show, you know."

"Yeah, I know." Fiona shrugged. "Ah, fuck 'im if he doesn't want to come, right? I'm having a good time already."

"Me too," Ally agreed, putting her arm around her friend. "Say, who's that dude talking to my sister?"

Jake dropped his keys on the small table near the front door and let out a long, satisfied sigh. He'd reluctantly left Anna and Monica after fucking the two of them silly, one after the other, over the last couple of hours, and he was tired. He stretched, feeling his muscles creak as he worked out the kinks, stiffening up as if he'd just come from the gym. He could use a nice, hot shower.

It hadn't been easy pulling himself away from the two beauties once they'd started to run out of steam. He'd taken them both to levels of orgasmic pleasure few women are ever lucky enough to experience and it had taken its toll on them. Monica was the first to nod off, exhausted after he unleashed a torrent of spunk in her hot snatch, but Anna hadn't lasted much longer. He'd carried Mon to bed followed by Anna and the three of them had snuggled up together, but as he lay there he began to get the itch to leave. As gently as he could, he'd extracted himself from their sweet embrace, whispering to Anna that he needed to go home, but that he'd call them both in the morning.

And why had he dragged himself away from such heavenly surroundings? He stepped out on the deck and looked down to see the high school party in full swing. He felt a little lecherous about it, but he couldn't deny it; he wanted to fuck one of those hot high school chicks, and at this point he didn't care which one.

He went back inside, tearing off his clothes and dropping them in the hamper in his room on his way to the bathroom where he turned on the water and soon was basking in steaming hot jets of water.

A few minutes later he'd showered and gotten dressed in fresh clothes (reminding himself to do some laundry before Josie got back) and went down to the kitchen, suddenly realizing that he was once again famished. He threw together a turkey sandwich and washed it down with a glass of milk, not quite ready to return to beer-drinking just yet. He was slipping his dish into the dishwasher when his phone went off.

"Hello?" he asked in a low, friendly tone.

"Hi, Jake. It's Gretchen. What are you up to?"

"Oh hi, Gretch. I'm just about to call it a night, actually."

Across town, Gretchen stood outside Scooter's, a local bar which served as one of the many Greek meat-markets near campus. She and her sorority sisters frequented this one regularly, mainly because the richest frat guys hung out here; everything was over-priced, but it was pretty easy to get a guy to buy you drinks here.

She'd been unable to get Trisha to come out with her, even though Trish swore nothing was wrong, so she'd ended up meeting a few of her other sisters out. Tonight was some variation on "hot bod" or "best legs" contest, the sort of thing Scooter's regularly had, and Gretchen had gotten bored with it pretty quickly. If she'd known ahead of time she might have joined the contest (she and Trish had both won some money in previous similarly-themed contests), but tonight she didn't feel like making the effort. Besides, half the fun was knowing how horny you were making the guys in the audience while you strutted your stuff onstage, and she wasn't interested in teasing any of these boys tonight. She wanted to see Jake.

Which was how she found herself outside the club, standing apart from the throng of people crowding inside, trying to convince Jake to come out and meet her without sounding too desperate.

"But it's still early, Jake. It's barely past twelve. You ought to come downtown. I could meet you somewhere, anywhere you want."

Jake smiled, remembering how much fun it had been to fuck that sexy little sorority slut. A big risk, true, but what a tight little snatch on that chick!

"Well, Gretchen, as nice as that sounds, I just can't do it tonight. Besides, I've got a girlfriend, you know."

Gretchen scowled slightly, frustrated with Jake's dismissal of her.

"Jake, I know that, believe me. But come on, don't you like me? I thought we hit it off pretty well, didn't you?"

"Oh, we did more than hit it off, Gretch, I assure you. And I do want to see you again, I promise. But you gotta understand, I can't just drop everything when you call, babe. I said I'd give you a ring, and I will. Just not tonight." When she didn't say anything right away Jake went on. "You hate me, don't you?"

"No," Gretchen sighed, unable stay mad at him. "I'm just... I just wanted to see you again, Jake, that's all. I'm sorry I bugged you."

"Hey, come on now, you're definitely NOT bugging me, Gretch, I swear. And like I said, I will call you. Soon. I promise. Okay?"

"Okay," she said, resigned to spending another night at the same old club with the same old people. "Well, I'll let you go."

Jake flipped his phone shut, smiling to himself. God, that's one horny little sorority chick. He'd need to fuck her again, and soon. In fact, he was tempted to take her up on her offer tonight, but he knew what he wanted to do tonight, and it didn't involve any more college coeds. It was as if fucking Monica and Anna had just warmed him up for what lay ahead, and he couldn't stop himself now even if he wanted to.

He turned and stepped out on the deck, looking down at the crowd of high school kids milling about around the Tortelli's pool below. This is crazy, he reminded himself, going through all the reasons why messing with these young girls was a stupid risk to take and ignoring each of them in turn. He knew what he wanted and he wasn't going to deny himself tonight.

Ally and Fiona had caught up with Amy, who was flirting with two upperclassmen who hadn't realized she was Ally's little sister. Not that they were discouraged when they found out; if anything, that only made her more desirable in their eyes. Ally made sure Amy was okay, then left Fiona with her to drift through the party, mingling and playing the hostess.

Danny and Kenny were enjoying themselves, flirting with all the girls and casually keeping an eye on things, so Ally felt fairly comfortable about stepping away from the party for just a few minutes. She had cultivated a nice buzz, smoking some more of Kenny's weed and drinking a few cups of beer over the course of the evening, and she'd recently noticed a light on up at Jake's place, suggesting that he'd just come home. On impulse she decided to run up to his place, just to say hi and re-invite him down for a drink.

Of course, her raging high school hormones fueled the rationalization that this was a good idea, whether she wanted to admit this or not.

And so, as Jake was coming down onto the lower deck, Ally was climbing up the back steps; they met half-way, not far from where Erin had given Jake a blow-job during the party a few weeks back.

"Hey there, Ally," Jake said in a friendly tone, pleased to see his neighbor. "I was just on my way down to see how you guys were doing."

"Hi Jake," Ally said, suddenly feeling a little nervous to be alone with him. "I saw a light on up here so I thought I'd come up and, um, you know, see what YOU were doing."

Jake's eyes took a moment to adjust to the shadows on the lower deck, but he could see that Ally was looking quite nice this evening. She wore a long, light-colored willowy skirt that came down to nearly her ankles. Her blouse was a simple sleeveless affair that left her midriff pleasantly exposed. Her slender figure looked classic, refined; Jake liked what he saw.

The youthful mixture of shyness and hunger in her face reminded him that she was still a high school student, though, albeit one who would graduate this year. Jake's lust faltered for a fraction of a moment as his conscience screamed that she was much too young for him. But Ally was just too sexy to disregard.

"You know," he said, turning back the way he came, "I just realized I forgot something inside. Wanna come with me?"

Ally nodded affirmatively, her heart beating heavily at the idea of being alone with Jake in his house. The attractive young woman followed Jake up the stairs and across the upper deck to step through the sliding glass door into the kitchen.

Jake didn't really have a plan in mind, thinking on his feet as he went through the kitchen and down the short stairwell to the lower level.

"Come on, I'll just be a minute," he called over his shoulder.

Ally looked around at the impressive house once more, realizing just how big it was. From her last visit she'd gotten the impression that it was larger than it seemed from her backyard, and as she stepped down into the lower den she was convinced that was the case.

Jake led her into a family room type of den, paneled in dark hardwoods and furnished with various over-stuffed leather chairs and sofas. Jake hit a switch somewhere and low, indirect mood lighting illuminated the room's shelves and bookcases.

"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked from across the room. "Just grab a seat anywhere."

"Um, sure, whatever you're having," Ally responded anxiously, taking a seat on the large, central sofa.

The furniture in this room looked very expensive, at least as far as she could tell. Jake opened a small bar and nonchalantly poured two drinks of some amber liquor into short glasses, returning across the room to hand one to Ally as he sat next to her.

"It's not really a good match for keg beer, I know, but I was in the mood for a nice bourbon. You'll have to tell me what you think of it."

Ally sniffed the pungent liquid, crinkling her nose slightly. It smelled strong, but there was a mellow richness to it that somehow appealed to her. She watched as Jake took a sizeable sip of his, closing his eyes as he savored the taste.

Jake wasn't sure Ally would like the bourbon, but he figured it was as good an excuse to get her down here as any. This study was one of his favorite places to get away from the world, though he hadn't spent much time here lately. The room's bay windows let in a great deal of sunlight when they weren't tightly shuttered as they were now. Between them a large fireplace and mantle gave the room a seasoned feeling of antiquity that didn't really fit with the rest of the house.

"I like to come down here more in the winter months, when it's cold enough to have a fire. There's a nice view from here, too, though not as broad as upstairs, of course."

Ally sipped the bourbon, expecting to find the taste harsh, and was pleasantly surprised by its smoothness. She raised her eyebrows appreciatively, smiling.

"Wow, that's so much better than any whisky I've ever tried before."

"Yeah, it's really apples and oranges with this stuff. I don't consider it in the same category with most of the so-called popular booze out there. Not that I'm a big booze-hound, mind you," he added, laughing.

"Sure you're not," Ally giggled with him. "You forget; I've seen the parties you have up here."

Jake smiled at that, wondering just how much time this sexy little girl spent looking up towards his house. He threw back the rest of his drink, setting his glass on a small side table. Ally finished hers as well and handed him her glass.

"I didn't mean to rush you," he said, setting her glass aside. "You're probably in a hurry to get back to your guests, though, aren't you?"

Ally shook her head quickly.

"Oh no, I don't need to get back right away," she told him, just a little more eagerly than she'd intended.

"Good," Jake said, leaning forward slightly and sliding his right arm across the back of the leather couch. "You know, I feel like I hardly know you and here we've been neighbors all this time."

Ally swallowed nervously, her hands in her lap. Was he going to kiss her? Her mind was racing, her arousal rising rapidly as Jake's knee brushed lightly against her thigh. Her hands were in her lap and she couldn't stop fidgeting with her skirt.

"Ally, did I mention that my girlfriend, Josie, is away for the weekend?"

"Um, I don't know," Ally said in a soft voice. "So, you guys live together here?"

"Yeah, we do," Jake said smoothly, moving closer to Ally on the sofa. "We've lived together for about a year or so, give or take."

"Oh."

Ally wasn't sure what was going on, only that Jake's closeness was making it hard for her to think clearly. He was so hot, so sexy, and he was focusing all his attention on her; she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She licked her lips nervously, turning to look at him.

"So, um, do you think you guys will get married?"

Jake reached out to put a hand on Ally's knee, gently caressing it close to where her hands now lay, causing the young girl to gasp slightly, drawing in a sharp breath.

"Well, I suppose we might at that," he said casually, speaking in a low voice. "But then again, I'm not sure I'm ready to settle down just yet. There're just so many people in this world, you know?"

Ally's hands were trembling. Get a hold of yourself, she insisted silently, but she was unable to keep her rising sexual tension in check. Jake's hand on her knee, now moving slowly up her thigh, was setting off a series of tingling sensations in her cunny, and she pressed her legs together in response to the rising heat there.

"It hardly seems fair to limit yourself to just one person for the rest of your life," Jake continued, enjoying the effect he was having on the sexy high school student. "I find myself attracted to so many women," he whispered, "including you, Ally."

Ally looked down, blushing furiously and trying to suppress a proud grin. Oh god, she thought, he's so hot, and he's going to kiss me, I just know it. It was crazy that she should feel so out of control like this; she'd been on several dates with guys from school, but no one had made her feel like this before.

Jake reached over with his right hand to tuck a finger under her chin, gently tracing the fine line of her jaw, up to her earlobe, then back down her cheek. Ally lifted her head to look into his eyes and he lightly brushed his finger across her full, wet lips, and she let out a soft, nearly inaudible sigh, opening her lips slightly to press her tongue against his finger.

Jake closed his eyes, savoring the tactile sensation of her lips and tongue on his finger, and once again couldn't believe his luck to be in such a situation.

"Ally," he said, looking into her eyes, "you are such an exquisite beauty, such a flawless, precious delicacy... I have to kiss you, darling."

Ally looked at him expectantly, licking her lips again as he moved his hand around her neck to cradle her head, watching him with hungry, sensual eyes. Jake felt as though he could get lost in her eyes quite easily. He leaned forward, gently pulling her to him, and their lips met.

Jake kissed her lightly at first, almost afraid of shattering the delicate flower in his hands, simply brushing his lips against hers. It was Ally who intensified things, kissing him more deeply and lapping at his lips with her darting tongue, but Jake responded in kind, drinking in the delicious taste of her as his hand stroked her thigh through the gossamer fabric of her skirt.

She moaned softly as they kissed, bringing her arms up to encircle his neck, holding onto him jealously and wanting more and more. Jake ran his fingers first through her full, thick hair, then down her back to caress the bare base of her spine, the soft flesh of her exposed back and sides, all the while continuing to explore her thigh with her other hand. Ally spread her legs instinctively, wanting him to touch her there, where her inner fire was already building in intensity.

Jake took his time, enjoying the supple curves and gentle slope of her nubile, slender figure, in no hurry to finish this lovely experience. Ally was becoming more urgent as he used his hands on her, though, becoming impatient with the clothing that separated them. It came to her as an inevitable conclusion to her passion for him: she wanted him to take her completely, and the sooner the better.

She pulled at the bottom of his shirt, grabbing at it to pull it upwards, revealing his muscular torso as he helped her remove it entirely, and her hands returned to his bare chest immediately, savoring his firm body with a hunger that took even her by surprise. In turn, Jake pulled up her skirt, bunching it in her lap to expose her long, smooth, olive-tanned legs. His hands on her bare inner thighs caused her to moan involuntarily, spreading them further for him, inviting him, insisting that he explore her needy center.

"Oh Jake," she moaned between kisses, "Oh, I've wanted you for so long!"

"Ally, my sweet, precious Ally," Jake growled affectionately in her ear.

He pushed her backward, pulling her legs up onto the sofa and quickly laying prone next to her, kissing her deeply as he moved his hand between her thighs once more. Ally bent her legs, spreading them apart for him, pulling her skirt up around her waist. Jake marveled at her silky-smooth legs, the delicious curve of her thighs, and his hand slid down the marvelous flesh of one inner thigh to find the damp triangle of her thong covering her mound.

"Mmmmm, oh Jake!" she groaned as he touched her there for the first time.

Jake kissed her again and Ally sucked his tongue into her mouth, holding it as her body tensed up in response to his hand's pressure on her mound, her moaning now a soft hum. He slid his fingers around her neatly trimmed thatch and Ally worried for a moment that she should be shaved, like Fiona had talked about, but if Jake had any qualms about her crotch he certainly wasn't showing it, pulling her thong aside so that he could massage her outer lips.