Chapter 4

"Alicia continued sitting for my sister, normally every week or two weeks," Eleanor's voice was getting lower, becoming more embarrassed Jason felt. "There was no time for a night as we had the first night because mom and dad seldom stayed out for a late evening. Alicia and I did have fun, even on the shorter nights. We began by going to my room and talking about the first night, and the next step we began comparing breast sizes. It was almost two months before we touched one another; at first we touched just breasts. Every week brought something new and different, and before three months passed, we were fingering and licking one another every visit."

Jason was pressing on her hard nipple and not looking at her when she became silent. He didn't realize she stopped talking for a long while, probably more than two or three minutes. Jason looked at her face and saw she had tears in her eyes; however, she had a smile on her face.

"Okay, what are you smiling about?"

Eleanor shook her head and didn't speak; instead, she pulled away and tugged on his hand as she slipped from the bed. He got up and followed her to the bathroom, her hand pulling him. "I'd like to take a shower. Would you take a shower with me?" she asked wiping her eyes.

"Yes, I'd love to, but could you tell me why the tears?" he asked.

"Jason, I lied to you this morning. I called Helen and told her I wasn't going to school; I didn't tell her why. I feel bad because she's my best friend, the only friend I have who never has ridiculed me. She doesn't know anything about what I have told you. I guess I'm getting sentimental, but I feel bad about lying to you, and also to her. She is too good a friend to lie to, and then go behind her back."

"Eleanor, I think each of us has told a lie to a good friend at one time or another. Normally it is so we don't hurt our friend's feelings in some manner. I don't think one lie will kill a friendship." I adjusted the shower, stood back, and let her enter before I stepped in and closed the door. I reached for the soap and the washcloth and got my hands slapped.

"I'll do it," she said. "I have looked forward to this day; I have dreamed about the day I could shower with you." The look on her face told me she was excited.

The shower took longer than usual, each washing every inch of the other. Jason washed each of her breasts, watching her nipples as they became like marbles, hard. Rinsing the soap from a breast mound, he would suck the darkened area making her moan, leave it and begin on its mate. Dropping to his knees when he washed her pussy, he used his fingers and washed her as deep as his fingers would reach. Rinsing, and using his tongue, he repeated the washing action. She took his tongue as long as possible, until finally, she pressed the back of his head hard against her pussy until her entire body shook. When she became weak, too weak to stand, he raised from his knees and held her tightly, close to his body.

When her time came to wash him, she started at his head and worked downward. He almost came and had to push her body from him when she lathered her breasts and used them to wash his body. He was able to withstand the excitement when she washed his back, stomach and legs, however when she started on his prick it was a different story. Her hard nipples caressing the crown on his prick sent flashes through his prick, affecting the nerve endings throughout his body.

After rinsing the soap from his prick, she leaned, took his prick head into her mouth, and began sucking. The electrifying feeling made him stand on his toes when she sucked hard. He wasn't surprised when he started to feel the strange twinges in his prick. She removed her mouth, feeling the jerking motions also. Stroking his prick slowly, she looked up and he was wide-eyed as she stroked faster and faster.

He muffled his cry when the sperm shot from the tiny hole in his prick, striking her on the chin. The second and third spurts struck her breast, just above the nipple. She continued stroking until he wilted, sighing heavily somewhere near the same time.

Reaching to her chin, his finger wiped the hanging stream of sperm. He placed his finger in her mouth and she sucked, cleaning his finger. The sperm on her breast was slowly sliding to the side of the soft mound and falling to the floor. Catching one large droplet before it fell, he rubbed it into her softness, bringing the life back to her softened nipple.

Jason pulled her body close and they kissed a tongue-searching kiss. He tasted his sperm in her mouth as his tongue searched.

Jason watched Eleanor as she dressed, attempting to assist however she evaded his hands after he wanted to play more than help. When he was dressed, he saw she had the bed stripped. "Evelyn is going to know I didn't do that," he said pointing to the bed. "She is going to know it was you, and that means she will suspect we were here together."

"I know," Eleanor replied, Evelyn knows everything that happens in this house, don't you realize that. She has taken care of you since you were a child; your secrets are safe with her.

"But," Jason stuttered, "Doesn't it bother you?"

"No, does it bother you? Are you ashamed to let her know you made love to me?"

Jason stared at her and saw her expression change, the smile left her face and she looked concerned. "You don't mind if she knows we made love?" he finally asked.

"Jason, I am of legal age to make love with whomever I please. I am not ashamed, just the opposite, I'm proud. You didn't coerce me and I didn't coerce or blackmail you, so what is the problem?"

"But aren't you worried about what Evelyn will think?"

"No! I'm not. Evelyn knows me and if she thinks making love to you is bad then I would expect her to tell me. Goodness knows, she has enough times in the past. She has even brushed my skirt tail a couple of times," Eleanor laughed at his confused expression.

Jason cackled loud. Eleanor jumped when the phone began ringing, a moment after she told of getting her tail whacked by Evelyn. "You thought she got you again, didn't you?" She gave him a hard look and stepped aside to let him answer the annoying ringing.

Answering the voice on the line, using his own snappy voice, Jason listened a moment. The salesperson was trying to sell 'Walter Michaels' something useful, or so he said.

"No, thank you." Jason said politely. "No thanks," again he spoke polite. "HELL NO! he yelled and dropped the instrument roughly.

Turning to Eleanor, he said, "Now, where..." He was alone; Eleanor was no longer in the room.

Three minutes later, he was facing Evelyn's grin.

"WOW WEE!" Evelyn exclaimed. "That girl still has her eye on you."

"What girl still has her eyes on me? Did Eleanor come through here?" Jason asked.

"As if you didn't know," Evelyn remarked reaching for her heart and throwing her head back.

"Evelyn! Did you see Eleanor?" Jason's spoke sharply.

"Watch your manners young man!" Evelyn snapped in reply.

"I'm sorry, Eleanor walked out while we were in a discussion." Jason walked from the kitchen with the intention of going to the front door, stopping at Evelyn's remark.

"She left, and she thinks you are much nicer now than you were at fourteen. She just happened to drop me that remark," Evelyn said as he returned to see her smiling at him.

"How can she say that? She didn't know me when I was fourteen."

"She's known you much longer than that; you're getting old, you have known her for ten years, since you and your family moved into this house." Evelyn's expression changed and a shocked look fell across her face. She gasped loudly and her hands came to her face, "You don't remember her, do you?"

"No, I just met her Saturday morning when Helen brought her home," he replied frowning.

"Little Marie, you don't remember her?"

"Yes, I remember Marie; she was that real skinny girl that played with Helen after we moved here. She didn't weigh fifty pounds, I remember. She had crooked teeth and all the boys called her names. Her dad went to jail and they moved."

"Jason, Eleanor is Eleanor Marie. Her mother remarried and they moved back over two years ago. You really didn't know her." Evelyn stared at Jason for a minute and then began laughing. A shocked expression appeared on Jason's face.

Evelyn stopped laughing abruptly, "Do you remember why her father went to jail?"

"I think it was because he assaulted her. I know I felt sorry for her at the time, because she was tiny and he weighed around two-hundred-fifty pounds. Heck, I saw him and he was big, his hands..." Jason held his hands to his front and placed them side-by-side, copying their huge size.

"Jason, he was sexually assaulting her."

"Evelyn, I... , " Jason turned pale. The story Eleanor told earlier came to him quickly. She was so tiny and he couldn't imagine a grown man attacking her. Neither could he understand an eighteen-year-old boy fucking her while another girl watched. He knew Alicia as well, she was a year older than he was and she always had a boy or two with her. He heard stories about her in school, however he thought it was just the boys bragging. He suddenly understood why Eleanor said Helen was such a good friend.

"Evelyn, her teeth," Jason remembered her teeth were crooked.

"She is proud of her teeth; she had her braces removed three or four months ago, I don't remember the month."

Jason nodded and walked slowly from the room. He was standing by his un-made bed when he remembered his photo album. Searching through his closet, he found it after ten minutes. Sitting at his desk, he began looking at the pictures. He was looking at the album when Evelyn brought a tray with two Reuben's strategically placed surrounding a pile of chips.

He turned the album where she could see the pictures. She began turning the pages and stopped at the page with two good snapshots of Helen and 'Marie' on opposite pages; she tapped on the one she thought was the better of the two, looked at him and smiled.

"She doesn't look like the same girl you had in bed this morning, does she?"

Jason felt his body go limp and his face flushed. He remained absolutely still, except for a deep breath, waiting for her to drop the bomb.

"I didn't have it in mind to embarrass you." She caught his uncomfortable look immediately. "I came up earlier to see what you wanted for lunch. I couldn't help but hear the two of you, and I didn't have to see to know what was happening. You're a grown boy, and she's a big girl, you make your own decisions. She's bigger than she was here anyway," she said tapping the photograph.

Evelyn left him sitting stymied. He expected a tongue-lashing. Jason looked at the photo she pointed to and saw something he hadn't noticed before. She and Helen were in bathing suits and she had small bumps for breasts, and it was Helen's ninth birthday party. He couldn't remember her being dressed where he noticed the size of her breasts. Staring at her legs in the photograph, they were no larger than his arms. Looking to the unmade bed, he pictured her nude body prone. He smiled; she had grown.

Marie woke and stretched. She groaned as the jolt of pain flashed through her body; however, she had to straighten her legs. Stretching from the fetal position, she was awake realizing every muscle in her five-seven frame was a source of pain. The need to relieve her bladder was too great and she moved, wincing in pain, stood and hobbled to her toilet. Her legs were stiff and sore, but the foul taste in her mouth was harder to cope with.

Helen winced again as she sat on the toilet seat. The pain in her legs was expected, however she wasn't as young and her muscles were much tighter. Paul stretched her legs over her head, her knees pressed tightly against her ears, when he was viciously fucking her the second time. At the moment he was pounding into her, deeper than anyone ever reached his prick was giving her pleasure she couldn't imagine possible. She was begging for more, and she had no thoughts of the consequence, which would later be painful. Closing her eyes, a warmth drifted across her body and she shuddered with chill-like motions after it passed. It reminded her of an aftershock, an orgasmatic aftershock.

She was cognizant of the fact Paul's sperm seeped from her pussy and ass as she slept, now dried on her skin. It was impossible for her to discharge his fluids through her earlier bath; he planted his seed too deeply inside her body. She shuddered at the thought of wearing a pad again, however she would be leaking his juices the remainder of the day.

Brushing her teeth, as she ran a hot bath, she cursed Nora under her breath. She didn't like licking and sucking another woman's pussy. She had a frightening experience senior sneak week, and to this day, had been unable to live it down.

Stepping into the tub, another gush of sperm discharged from her pussy when she lifted her leg. She would have laughed had not the pain in her leg been as great. Walter and she had some wonderful love sessions and sperm gushing from her pussy wasn't unusual.

At the thought of her husband, a different pain struck her. He would be upset. She would inform him of her visit. He didn't mind her getting some on the side, however he didn't like their company for one simple reason, drugs. He liked the couple, even enjoyed their company, it was just the drugs.

Walter was predictable. Marie was almost positive she knew his first question when she informed him. He would ask what brought up the need for a good fucking. She moaned and slid lower into the water, spreading her legs wider, accepting the pain. A hand slowly moved to her pussy and a finger entered gently, and she knew she would tell him a lie. It was impossible for her to say aloud she desired her son. Nora knew immediately, and Nora called Jason's name numerous times, bringing a unique thrill to Marie's loins each time she heard his name. It was going to be a long and stressed summer Marie reminded herself. Removing the finger from her pussy, she reached for her razor.

Marie posed in front of the mirror lifting her breasts gingerly; her nipples were sore. Paul went to the extreme; they would be tender for two or three days. Marie finished dressing and cursed Nora again. Nora had Paul bring her to within moments of an orgasm and Nora stopped him; she used coercion to get Marie to agree to leave Saturday morning where she would be free to visit Jason. Sex or drugs, she understood why Walter wanted to keep the couple at arm's length. She knew she would visit them again.