Chapter 3

Jack was sitting in his car outside of Dana's house, waiting for Allison. He was very anxious. It was Sunday morning, and he still hadn't been able to talk to Allison. By the time he dragged himself out of the bed the previous morning, she'd already gone off with her friend. Before she left, she had informed Abigail that she would be staying at Dana's that night, but would need someone to pick her up and take her home the next morning. So here he was, waiting for her to make an appearance.

Allison's quick, unexpected departure added to Jack's anguish. He felt like she was now trying to avoid him, which meant really only one of a couple of things: he either was a lousy lover and she didn't know how to tell him, or she was having regrets, and feel like she could face him. Considering the mutual pleasure Friday night, he guessed the latter was more likely.

Still, they needed to talk. They needed to get the discussion out in the open, and he needed to cut off the relationship. Abigail seemed ignorant to anything that happened; they even had great sex that night. He was reminded again of how strong his emotions were for Abigail, and the guilt intensified.

The door opened, and Allison came bounding out of the house. As soon as she flopped into the car, she began in with idle chatter. Jack let her ramble for a few minutes before cutting her off.

"Allison, we need to talk," he finally interrupted.

"About what?" She was a picture of pure innocence.

"Com'n, Allison. You know. About Friday night."

"What's there to talk about? We had a good time and we both enjoyed it." She said this last point matter-of-factly. Her flippant attitude frustrated him even more.

"Fine. So we did. But it's not that easy. You can't take this so casually. We shouldn't have done what we did."

She looked at him with furrowed brow. "Why not?" she asked. "We both wanted to do it."

His irritation began to show. "I know that, but that doesn't make it right. I mean, I'm an adult and you are underage, so technically this was illegal. Plus, I'm married to your sister, so now I've cheated. What would she say if she knew? I've been in agony since it happened worrying about how I would or should react around her. I can't do this to her."

Allison looked down at her lap, and she was quiet for a few minutes. They turned onto her street before she turned to look at him. To his surprise, she had tears in her eyes. When she spoke, her voice was vulnerable and trembling. "Jack, I'm scared. I gave myself to you, and now I'm afraid you don't want me." She bit her lip. "I ... I love you. Why is that wrong?"

On top of everything else, Jack suddenly felt like a jerk. In all his own selfish feelings of guilt, he'd forgotten how she might be feeling about everything. He'd just automatically transferred his own emotions on her. "Allison, I..." He stopped, realizing his brain was empty. He fumbled with his thoughts for a minute. "I'm sorry. I DO want you. I've wanted you for a long time. But I can't have you. I'm afraid, too. I'm afraid of what will happen. I in love with Abigail, and I can't jeopardize that. Except I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. How that can be? I'm not sure I can have you both. I'm not sure that will work. I'm honored that you felt like you could give yourself to me so intimately and emotionally. I never meant to betray that."

They had pulled to a stop in Allison's driveway and were just sitting there. Jack looked at her house. It appeared lifeless and empty. Allison said nothing.

"I'm sorry," Jack said quietly.

Allison sniffled a little, grabbed her bag, and opened the door to get out. Jack turned off the engine and opened his door.

"Why are you getting out?" she snapped.

"Abigail needs me to get some old photo albums of hers. I'll grab them and be out of your hair." Jack couldn't really blame her. In essence, he WAS rejecting her. He just knew it had to be done now, otherwise it would only get worse.

Jack followed her into the house and watched her disappear down the hall. Then he turned and headed downstairs to the storage closet. It took him a while to locate the few things Abigail needed, but one by one he pulled them out and set them on the floor. He put the other things back and then stood and turned around. He practically jumped. Allison was standing behind him. Close behind him. He took a half step back.

"Dang it, Allison," he said angrily. "You scared me. I didn't hear you come down."

She said nothing, but instead stepped into him, pushing him back against the wall. She pressed her body against his and before he could react, her lips crushed his, her tongue probing for an opening.

Instinctively, he responded by parting his lips and letting her tongue into his mouth. Any opposition he might have mounted died immediately. Their mouths and tongues worked feverishly, and their hands began to explore. She dropped her hands to brush the front of his pants. His cock jumped a little. He reached around her and took her ass cheeks in each hand and ground against her. She began rubbing the front of his pants, stroking along the outline of his growing bulge.

He pulled his mouth from Allison's and nibbled his way down her face and neck. Her hands came up to run through his hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She whispered breathlessly in his ear.

"Mmmm ... Jack, please try. Just for a little while. If it's too stressful, if our feelings change or we become too worried, we'll stop. I need to be with you. Please don't push me away."

Jack knew he was too weak to resist. He responded by kissing her mouth again and picking her up with his hands still on her ass. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked over to the couch. He put her down on her feet in front of the couch, and her hands fumbled with his belt. He continued to explore her mouth, face and neck with his lips and tongue. As she continued to try to get at his engorged cock, he easily slid his hands down her sides under the waistband of her sweats. He pushed them down over the widest part of her hips, which she wiggled until her sweats dropped to her feet. She had his pants open and was pushing them and his underwear down. His hands were under her shirt, caressing her bra covered breasts, when she finally worked his pants partway down his thighs so his cock could spring free. She gasped as she looked at it. Then she pushed him down. He landed back on the couch, half laying, half sitting, his legs stretched out in front of him, his feet on the floor.